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My Best Friend's Brother is the One For Me! ~ John Logan

There's an unspoken rule when it comes to best friends and dating. Whether it's other friends, exes, or crushes, it's just best not to get involved with them romantically. But the number one thing to stay away from to avoid damaged friendships and broken hearts is siblings.

You met Jules in your first year at Briar U, when you found a spot together in your Mathematics in Context class. It was an unlikely pair, but they entertained you with all the gossip they picked up from their brother and loudmouthed classmates. On occasion, you'll help them form an Instagram post of the latest campus news, and the likes will roll in. You're very careful to not say anything too crazy in front of Jules.

You weren't in the school spirit to go to the hockey games for no reason, but when Jules asked you to join them for their livestream, you accepted. Even though you knew nothing about the sport, it was only slightly entertaining to watch both teams toss each other around for fun. It was hard to make out the players' features under their helmets and uniforms, but you made sure to keep an eye on number 22, per Jules's request.

You've never met Jules's brother. They always hugged you with a playful whine, "I just want you for myself!" every time you questioned who he was. Every time you asked, every time you were shut down. It took a while, but you eventually gave up looking. You weren't sure why you cared so much anyway; he was probably just a normal guy working at a GameStop or a nearby restaurant.

So imagine your surprise when the game ends and a gorgeous stranger makes his way towards Jules before giving them a hug.

"This is my handy brother, John Logan," Jules said to you. "The hockey player."

Damn, he was gorgeous. His brown locks were perfect and styled. You were a little jealous. Not to mention how built he was.

And he's 6'3!?

"Yeah, hi." You said a little breathlessly, with your hand out. He chuckled a little but shook your hand. His hands were gentle despite having just used them against the opposing team on the rink. He seemed nice, but it was unlikely you'd see each other often.

But 'often' was an understatement. At events, parties, even Malone's, you always seem to find him, like an optical illusion you can't unsee. Was he always here before you knew him? Right under your nose?

Of course, the only person who looked like heaven was the only one off-limits. Did Jules explicitly tell you to stay away from their brother? No... But it was a given.

Best friends and brothers just don't mix.

But you could still look at him at parties when he guzzled beers with his teammates. You could still cheer for him at hockey games when he took the puck from the opposing team. You could still talk to him about your favorite songs. But if you brought up old-school Madonna, he'd tease you about choosing a song from 'this millennium'.

What draws the line, though?

If no one knows what you two do, is it really a betrayal? Surely a kiss here and there doesn't count. An occasional hookup in your room doesn't mean anything. Sending each other posts on Instagram to laugh about is just being friendly...

Okay, the line is drawn, erased, and blurred now.

Neither you nor John Logan knew what the line was or what was too far. Maybe it was a friends-with-benefits situation. The benefits did outweigh the friends part, though.

Well, you were technically dating your best friend's brother. The only thing to do is not let Jules know, unless you both want to face their wrath.

"I don't know why you're acting so weird. I know you're seeing my brother." Jules said to you one night during an afterparty. You snorted into your drink before taking another swig. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please," Jules rolled their eyes. "My brother doesn't play Holiday during his workout for no reason. Only one person would sucker him into that." They muttered.

You eyed them skeptically. "You're not mad?"

Jules shrugged. "That's your taste, not mine. It's... totally cute." They said, lifting their cup at you. You shook your head with a chuckle and tapped your cup against theirs.

"But this is totally going on my page."

"It's a deal."

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Why don't you do right? ~ Male! Jessica Rabbit

He's known to be a magnet for attention, and he uses that to his advantage. Whether that is to keep the Toon Patrol off his back or to get a bigger tip from the ladies at the Ink & Paint. So naturally, he assumes that attention will draw in everyone.

You could be a toon working at the Ink & Paint as one of the servers with Betty Boop. No matter what toon you are, human or not, black and white or technicolor, it doesn't matter either way; he's not picky. He'll slide his way over all the same.

Donald and Daffy are doing their usual act on stage, playing their pianos as they take shots at one another before their shouts and screams are drowned out by the closing curtain.

He wasn't quite sure why he was so interested in one of his colleagues when he could drag a rich Acme to his dressing room, but his heart literally jumped in and out of his deep V of a vest. Perhaps it's the toon in him, but he loves humor, and who better to make him laugh than another toon?

You are very expressive, maybe the red slowly rising from your neck to your ears whenever his toned chest gets too close during his break, or your lips spreading into a dopey smile when he gives you some nice jewelry. It was all just the start of the North Pole finding its South Pole.

His dressing room was like your second home, often on his couch as he fixed himself up for his performance, or even a little game to play when the blinds were shut. He especially enjoyed patty cake.

If you knew Eddie Valiant in any way, whether you were related to him or served him at the Ink & Paint, he'll make sure to put on the best performance of his life whenever Eddie's around. It was just too easy to rile up the detective.

When Toontown was finally handed back to the toons, he begged you to come back with him, even presenting you with a carrot cake to sweeten the deal. You eventually agreed and crossed the wall to where all the toons could rejoice at the return of their home.

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I'm a Slave 4 U - Dean Di Laurentis

Dean Di Laurentis is known to not settle down; quite the opposite, in fact. Each frat party had him winking at a puck bunny with a grin, making out with another girl, then grinding on yet another girl, all within 5 minutes. There's nothing else to call him but a 'ladies' man'.

So it's no surprise when he dresses up as Top Gun with Beau for Halloween, with his zipper halfway down, still leaving his toned chest on display for all the girls to stare at shamelessly. He practically set up fort in the kitchen, between letting girls take shots off his stomach and down his fair share of shots himself.

You walked in with Allie, a third wheel, after breaking up with your douche of a boyfriend. Sean wasn't a very good Ben Affleck, but after being sent away, you fit in as a good duo next to Allie's JLo outfit. Allie begged you to match with her, so naturally, you had to stick to the VMA theme. In a green top and blue skirt, you decided to go out as Britney for her iconic Slave 4 U performance. You wanted to be as close to the original as possible, so you bought a cheap yellow snake to keep over your shoulders.

"Let's go dance!" Allie shouted over the loudspeakers, not hesitating to drag you towards the living room, which was a makeshift dance floor. The middle of the living room was empty, with nobody actually bothering to dance and embarrass themselves. Allie, being Allie, didn't care about other people, and naturally, you were sucked into that mentality too.

Lady Gaga played over the partygoers' shouts and cheers, and Allie pulled you in, moving your arms back and forth as she shimmied. You laughed and turned your head side to side, letting yourself get into the music. No sane person doesn't dance to Gaga.

Dean was at the counter, zeroing in on you like a moth to a flame. He could see Allie catch her breath, pointing behind her. "I'm gonna go find Sean!" She shouted over the music. "He needs his cup!" Allie turned and pushed through a lifeguard and a schoolgirl to find her boyfriend. You sighed, finding yourself not only a third wheel, but now just alone, which was what you were avoiding from the get-go. Nonetheless, the only thing worse than dancing alone is standing alone like a loser. You looked around before getting into the music.

Dean smacked Tucker beside him, who was wearing a bumblebee costume. "Who's that?" Dean questioned, turning Tucker's and Beau's attention to you across the room. You put your arms up and moved your hips side to side, the sashes you stuffed into your shorts swaying with every movement.

"Whoa," Beau muttered. "I don't know her personally, but I'm pretty sure that's Britney," Beau said sarcastically.

Dean deadpanned at him. "That's really helpful. Thank you."

Tucker looked at his phone, which was conveniently Bluetoothed to the speakers, and scrolled through his playlist. He smacked Dean in the chest before scrolling some more. "I've got an idea." He said, tapping on his screen, cutting off Gaga's song halfway through.

I'm a Slave 4 U started to play through the speakers, and you paused, having no one to be excited with. If Allie was still beside you, she would be squealing and shaking you. "Oh, my god!" You said to a couple dressed as sexy referees. "This is my song!" You couldn't help but squeal before doing a body roll with your arms up.

Dean grinned with a shake of his head and turned to Tucker, giving his head a dramatic kiss. "Who says you're struggling with your assists, huh?" He questioned before making a beeline for you.

"I can still change the song, dick!" Tucker called out, rolling his eyes. But he wouldn't kill the blonde's vibe.

Dean snuck up behind you as your back was to him, still doing slow body rolls. He pressed himself against your back, his hands going to the top of your hips as he matched your movements.

"But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy."

You looked at Dean over your shoulder, fully turning around so you could see him properly. His green eyes stared at you with a grin, and he kept his hands at your sides before he slowly lifted his arms up, and you copied him.

"I'm a slave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot control it."

Your lips spread into their own form of a smile, having too much fun with this stranger. You had a perfect view of his chest, and he had the same with yours.

"Baby, don't you wanna dance upon me?"

Dean maintained eye contact with you, slowly lowering himself to his knees. Your eyes followed him as he paused just in front of your belt before standing up again.

"Do you like it? Yeah, now watch me."

He put his hands back on your hips and leaned his head forward to press his forehead against yours, his green eyes glowing under the overhead lights.

"I really wanna dance tonight with you. I really wanna do what you want me to."

Dean licked his bottom lip and tilted his chin down, tasting your lip gloss. He licked a small stripe up your bottom lip.

"I'm a slave for you."

You decided to give in to his need for a few seconds, able to take the liquor on his tongue.

"I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it, baby."

You pulled your head back, causing Dean to blindly chase your lips before giving up. You held up your plush snake's head and tail with both hands, with a lip bite in his direction.

Dean looked you up and down with a tiny smirk, slightly amused by your game.

"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it."

You gave him a wink and walked around him, giving a small strut with the faux snake out of the living room. Dean stared at your empty spot with his jaw dropped. The 'ladies' man' was turned down for the first time at Briar U.

"I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it."

Two girls, one in a clown costume and the other as Red Riding Hood, didn't hesitate to dance up on Dean once he was alone. He didn't pay much attention to the two, though, only watching you walk further into the kitchen before noticing Tucker and Beau staring at him. They both gave him a thumbs up from the counter. Dean pursed his lips and put an arm up, dancing with the girls.

"I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it."

He didn't even get your name, yet you're already coiled around his neck like a python ready to strike. The costume did feel fitting, though; he was turning into a slave 4 u.

"Like that?"

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Tristan Dugray's Obsession

Since being a new student at Chilton, the familiar head of blond hair would watch your every move. He wanted to get as close to you as possible. At first, he wanted to charm you like he did with every other girl in school, but with Paris and Rory always around you, he opposed the thought.

Whether you were reading with Rory in the library, going over a history assignment with Paris, or eating and gossiping with Madeline and Louise, Tristan's eyes would land on you across the room.

No matter how crowded it was, no matter how loud the auditorium was, no matter how blinding the sun might be outside, the boy could zero in on you instantly.

Even better, you treated him kindly. Not acting like a fool or flirting your way towards his attention, but not pushing him away like Rory always was. You treated him like a friend, not an idol, nor a parasite.

He was dating Summer at the time, but the relationship wasn't serious; instead, it was just someone to pass the time with. So when Summer broke up with him at Madeline's party, it felt like salt to the wound to see you already staring at him on the other side of the room with Paris.

He had escaped to a small room in the large house that had no other partygoers inside and sat down at the lone piano that sat in front of large floor-to-ceiling windows. You had slowly followed him timidly before shutting the door behind you. Tristan tried to not look like a kid on Christmas when you sat down beside him.

"I'm sorry about summer." You started, cutting through the silence in the room. Tristan shook his head as he stared down at the keys. "Don't. I don't want to talk about her."

You looked over at him. "Well... would you rather hear about my biology assignment or history?"

The blond chuckled pitifully. "Everyone probably loved that back there." You shook your head. "I didn't. You didn't deserve that." He looked at you, looking for any truth in your eyes.

"Summer's an idiot." You added for good measure, and Tristan gave a nod in acknowledgement. "I wasn't serious about her anyway." He stated. "She was just passing the time to get over someone else."

You tilted your head at him. "Who?"

"You." He answered, and you blinked in surprise. "Me? Why?" He pressed on random piano keys to avoid looking over at you. "Because I knew what you'd say. I bet Paris and Rory told you all about me, what I'm like."

You shook your head. "I don't know what you'd think I'd say, but I wouldn't embarrass you. Especially not in front of the entire school." He slowly looked up. "You are very smart, you're good at basketball, and you know how to have fun. Those check my list." You continued.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Really?" He asked, no longer the smug boy at Chilton, but a nervous teenage boy over a girl he actually likes.

You nodded, and he didn't hesitate to slowly lean in, giving you time to back out before you two shared a kiss at the piano in the silent room. You pulled away first with a smile before standing up. "It's ten o'clock. I have to drive Paris home." Tristan scoffed a small laugh as you made a beeline for the door. "Bye, Tristan." You closed the door, and the blond seemed to be in a better mood as he leaned back in the stool with an exhale.

Maybe he should have tried using his charms in the beginning.

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Catching In-Ho's Attention During The Games

The moment his eyes cut to a weary young thing like you trying to beat red light, green light, he was done for.

He watched you be led blindly by Gi-hun across the sand, letting the man run with you to the finish line. A too-rare smirk spread across In-ho's lips, enjoying every time you flinched at a gunshot.

With you in the picture, the plan to be a player became a whole lot sweeter.

He could get close and sabotage Gi-hun, while also getting close and having you.

He wormed his way into the games like it was nothing. When Player 100 wanted to start a fight with your group, In-ho-- or Young-il, as he claimed-- used it as the perfect opportunity to get your attention.

When you looked at him like he was something magical, he knew he got it.

He wouldn't leave your side after that. He kept you close to him around the clock, whether it was lights out or mealtime, he rarely left you alone.

He offered you to have his lunch too, but glared when you turned and handed the food to Jun-hee.

When the second game was revealed as a six-legged pentathlon, he insisted you join the group, kicking out Dae-ho. It was stressful to watch each minigame, but with two seconds to spare, everyone made it across.

You and Young-il celebrated together with a relieved side hug before you turned and wrapped your arms around Gi-hun's neck with a cheer.

Young-il wasn't thrilled about that.

He did everything in his power to woo you. Need to use the bathroom? He'll keep lookout. Thirsty? Take his water bottle. Cold? Forget the thin blanket, he'll hold you close while he keeps watch for danger.

Mingle was when he almost messed up the entire plan.

Before the game started, he swore to himself he'd stick beside you no matter what. His hand held yours the entire time the carousel went around.

The group numbers slowly went down until it was the last round. Two players.

Young-il didn't hesitate to pull you along as he pushed past frantic players towards an open room. He swung a door open, and a frightened player jumped at seeing the intimidating man and you. "I was here first..." The player muttered.

Young-il didn't respond, only closed the door behind you and quickly went over to the scared player. The seconds were ticking, and if nothing was done, all three would be killed.

Young-il wrestled the other player for a beat before trapping them in a headlock, cutting off their airflow for a moment before snapping their neck, instantly killing them.

You stared in shock at the scene, looking between Young-il's cold eyes and the dead player on the floor.

But it was a game of survival. Kill or be killed. So instead of being frightened and staying away from him, you thanked him for saving you. He held you with a small 'I'll protect you no matter what' that eased you up.

You only needed him now. Not Gi-hun, or Jung-bae, only him. He could protect you, so just stay with him forever.

When Gi-hun planned an attack on the guards, In-ho knew his fake persona was going to be hung up soon.

The group made their way through the halls, shooting at guards until it was time to split up. Young-il reluctantly urged you to go with Gi-hun and Jung-bae before going in another direction with another player.

Killing off his persona was hard, especially hearing your cries through the walkie-talkie after shooting the unknown player, perceiving it as himself.

But he couldn't stay away from you for long. He slipped on his Frontman uniform and sent guards to find the three of you. His eyes stared at you through his black mask, taking you in on your knees as you looked at the maker of the games with anger and fear.

He didn't want you to be scared of him, but it did work to his advantage.

"Take player 131 away." His modulator spoke to two guards, who hauled you up by the arms and dragged you away. He would visit you later, but for now, he had to deal with Gi-hun and his annoying friend.

He couldn't let you see the gun pointed at Jung-bae before firing it. He wouldn't let you see him as a monster.

He'll eliminate you as a player as far as the others were concerned, just so he can keep you for himself.

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Thinking about Joel Miller...

Who shows his affection quietly, especially as he gets older.

Your necklace broke? It's magically on your dresser, good as new.

Said in passing, you wanted a certain food? He just walked through the door holding a small bag of it, which cost a big trade too.

Oh, you said his flannels are soft? A handful are magically in your drawers.

Any project you want done, from as simple as replacing a fridge filter to as difficult as new cabinets? He'll brush them all off the same and do them with no complaints, grunting they were 'nothin'.

This man thrives off of your thanks, though, so please give him some affection in return. It's been a while since he's had a girlfriend.

My first tumblr post, please bare with me. I don't know what I'm doing sob