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Just Can't Get Enough || Chapter 1

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Summery:

It was hard to believe that someone who was notoriously known as a bully, like Michael Afton, had a crush on someone that wasn't some cheerleader or popular girl at school. Y/N was a total nerd but that didn't stop him from crushing on her for years. After the grace of god, when he got the chance to ask her out she was skeptical but took it. But how would others react to the strange parring?

Category:

Michael Afton x Female Reader

Chapter Warnings:

Cussing, harassment

Word count: 7,080

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Schoolgirl Crush

September 14, 1984 | Friday | 1:22 PM | Junior Year

"Come on Michael, you have to have a crush on someone in this school." One of Michael's friends, Darin, taunted as he prodded at his shoulder.

It was sixth period English class. Everyone was supposed to be working on their essays the teacher assigned while she went out of the room for a bit. Michael and his friends were procrastinating, as usual. While doing so, they somehow got onto the topic of who each of the boys was attracted to. Then to whom each of the boys were crushing on, it was Michael’s turn to confess.

"Nope, no one." He lied, as he shifted in his seat awkwardly. He focused on the empty paper in front of him, avoiding his friends and their teasing stares.

He was embarrassed to admit to his friends that the tough Michael Afton had a silly schoolgirl crush. He couldn’t help but feel his heart strings tug every time he spotted the girl among another social group. They had been in the same school together since fifth grade, but he never seemed to really notice her up until freshman year. Now, he couldn’t help but flush at the sight of her ever since then.

"Come on, that's a lie and we all know it." Another friend, Trevor, remarked. "I bet it's Stephanie. He's always staring at her ass."

"I would guess Melissa. She's a total babe, and perfect for you Mike!" Darin replied, leaning against the back of his chair as he edged closer towards them with a grin on his face.

"Doesn't she have a boyfriend already?" Jeremy finally spoke up, defending Michael. He was the only one that knew who it was that Michael liked.

"Yes, and as I already said, I don't like anyone right now." His face started to slightly heat up knowing she was just a few seats behind them.

"See! You're getting flustered already!" One laughed at him, "So just tell us which one it is."

Before they could continue interrogating him further, another person butt in. "Leave him alone guys, he obviously doesn't want to tell you."

Michael turned around, noticing her. His heartbeat quickened slightly, realizing his group caught her attention. He never thought she'd talk to him or any of his friends. Nonetheless, standing up for him against them. If Michael could fall harder at this moment, he just did.

Darin and Trevor looked over at her then back at each other and snickered. She normally kept to herself and always had her head in one of her comic books, so naturally, they found it comical that she tried to stand up to them of all people.

"Oh? Did you hear something Trevor?" Darin snickered, as he elbowed Trevor. His eyes glinted as he stared right at her.

"No, I didn't hear anything. Did you Michael?" Trevor replied, humorously.

"Leave it alone guys, it's not worth our time" Jeremy tried to defend her but his friends didn't listen. Wanting to mess with her more for getting in their business.

The two teen boys got up from their seats, proudly sauntering over to her desk. Standing on either side of her, they both leaned over her, making her feel trapped. "I think I heard a little pipsqueak trying to talk shit." Darin snickers.

"Seriously guys, just leave her alone." Michael finally spoke up, not wanting his friend to do anything to her. He tried to avoid looking at her, but he could feel her gaze on him.

Darin leaned his face closer to hers. Looking for a reaction, wanting to make her uncomfortable. Even though she wasn't giving into their harassment, on the inside she was terrified. All she wanted was to help out Michael but now she had gotten herself into this mess. She kept her eyes on the pages of her comic book, trying to ignore them the best she could. Michael and Jeremy couldn't do anything but watch the scene unfold. Michael felt a twinge of jealousy towards his friend getting close to her. He bawled his fists and held his tongue.

Trevor was about to open up his mouth and say something else but thankfully the bell saved her from this torment. They both were dissatisfied with the lack of reaction from her and decided to leave her alone... for now at least. She relaxed, her shoulders lowered after being so tense.

"Watch your mouth Y/N." Trevor warned before getting his stuff and leaving with Darin. Y/N finally let out a sigh of relief that they didn't do anything else to her.

"You should go talk to her now," Jeremy whispered to Michael before getting up and heading towards the door. Giving him a wink before exiting.

She started packing up her bag, not noticing Michael approaching her. He was finally going to do it. The day he'd been dreaming of, but had avoided it as much as he could. But now he had a reason to talk to her.

"Thanks for that." Michael started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

She was startled by his sudden approach, not expecting anyone else to bother her. "Oh Michael. No problem?" She was confused as to why he was talking to her. She turned to walk past him, but he stepped in her way again.

"Here, I'll walk you to your next class." He proudly stated. He felt like he owed her after his friends harassed her. And secretly, he didn't want to stop talking to her. Y/N stared at him, before shrugging.

The first and last time they talked to each other was when they were paired together for a project in freshman year. Where he just talked the whole time while she did all of the work. So naturally, she was confused on why Michael was talking to her now of all times. Not only that, but offering to walk her to her next class.

She wondered what he had to gain from this. "No need, I don't want to make you late." She tried to come up with an excuse for why he shouldn’t.

He shook his head. He couldn’t help but feel a little joy that she cared about his tardies, even though that wasn't the real reason. "Don't worry! I'd be late with or without walking you. Where’ you headed?" He jogged slightly to catch up with her.

She let out an annoyed sigh knowing she's not going to be able to shake him off. "I'm heading to the theater," She spoke simply.

She walked out the classroom door with Michael hot on her trail, following like a lost puppy. "So what are you guys doing in theater?" He questioned, staring at her as she refused to look back at him.

"Oh well I'm just helping build the set. As for the musical we're doing, Sound of Music." She continued on down the hall. She didn’t want to seem interested in their conversation, otherwise he would just follow for longer.

"Oh that's cool!" Michael has no interest in musicals, but if acting like he did gets him closer to her, musicals are his favorite thing in the world. "Have you watched the movie?"

"Yeah I would watch it all the time with my grandparents," She replied with a curt nod.

"Ahh….Cool." He mentally punched himself for saying 'cool' again, which wasn’t cool.

Things then went quiet between the two as they started to near the auditorium. He was trying to think of something to continue the conversation, but his mind was failing him. Until he remembered the comic in her hand while his friends were harassing her.

"Comics." He said the first word that came to mind.

"What?" She raised a brow at this, confused as to why it came out of nowhere.

"Oh uh-" He just realized he only said that word, and out loud. "What comic were you reading in class?"

"I was reading Vision and The Scarlet Witch." She was happy that someone was asking about her interests. "I've read this volume quite a few times. I'm waiting for the second one to come out."

"Wow you must really like it then. When's the next one coming out?" He questioned curiously.

"I think they said sometime around next year? I'm not too sure though." She stopped in front of the auditorium doors. "Well thanks for walking with me... I guess." She stared at him blankly. He awkwardly backed off.

Michael was sad that she had to leave already. He didn't want to go back to pretending like she didn't exist, like he didn't have a massive crush on her. "Of course." He mumbled, unsure whether she heard him or not.

He watched as she walked into the theater. Leaving him standing there, upset. He knew he had to talk to her about something else, he didn't want to give up just yet.

She walked up to the stage, not realizing her friend, Lily, was right behind her. Worryingly she questioned. "Y/N, why in the living hell were you talking to Michael Afton? Did he mess with you? Do I need to beat him up? I can do it and you know that." Lily had begun to roll up her sleeves at this point.

Y/N let out a soft chuckle. "There's no need for that, he didn't do anything. But I have no idea why, honestly. His friends were trying to pressure him into saying who he likes. I felt bad because he really didn't want to tell him so I told them to fuck off and then he wanted to walk me here. I’m guessing to thank me." She explained shortly.

Lily gave a suspicious look, "That's weird for someone like him."

"That's what I'm saying!" She shouted back "Why would a guy that is notorious for being the school bully walk me to my class?"

"I don't trust it," She warned.

"I don't either," Y/N replied.

Their teacher caught them talking and not working. "Come on girls, you need to get to work!" He yelled.

They both sighed and went to go do their assigned jobs. Michael decided to skip his next class and hide in the bathroom outside of the auditorium. He lit his cigarette, inhaling and exhaling as he brainstormed what else he could do. He couldn't believe that he actually just talked to her. He wanted to ask her out but he didn't know how to bring it up to her.

The bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Y/N said goodbye to her friends and left, not realizing Michael was waiting for her.

"Hey Y/N, wait up!" He shouted once he noticed her walking away and ran after her.

People gave him weird looks, wondering why he was wanting her. Most just suspected she was doing his homework for money or something along those lines.

She sighed out in annoyance, thinking that she wasn't going to have to deal with him anymore. But stopped to see what he wanted. The second he caught up to her, she could smell the cigarette smoke on him. Her nose scrunched up. "Yes?"

"I thought I would just walk you to the bus,'" He said with a smile.

"I'm good," she said while turning around and walking away.

To her dismay, he followed, "I actually have a question to ask." He quickly jogged towards her again.

"What is it?" She was getting a bit irritated at his persistence.

"I never said sorry for my friends harassing you. Would you want to go see a movie with me tomorrow?" It took him a long time to come up with that excuse to ask her out. "....As a way to apologize of course."

She didn't have a good feeling about this. Maybe this was some sort of joke he was playing with his friends. As they probably put him up to this. "No, I'm good. Thanks for the apology though."

She tried to speed walk away from him but he just matched her pace. "Will you please just think about it?"

"Fine," She groaned, just wanting him to go away. Knowing nothing good can come out of this. "Call me tomorrow and ask me how I feel then." Hoping the trouble of finding her number through the phone book would be enough to shake him off.

"Will do!" Michael was happy with that response. He skipped off joyfully, leaving Y/N to groan again to herself.

She walked away with that. She was obviously going to reject him when he called, she didn't trust this.

The Outsiders

September 15 | Saturday | 8:38 AM

She woke up to the sound of the phone on her nightstand ringing. She groaned in annoyance of being woken up. She pulled the blankets over her head, hoping someone else will pick it up soon.

But to her dismay, right as it had stopped. Her mom called for her. "Y/N, it's for you. Pick it up."

Suspecting it was one of her friends wanting to bother her. She picked it up and in a sharp tone asked "What-"

"Is this a bad time- I can call back later." Michael said on the other line.

"Yeah it is a bad time." she quickly replied, sitting up. "Why are you up so early on the weekend anyway?"

"My dad makes us get up at eight, sorry I didn't think you'd be sleeping." He apologized. "But have you thought about it? The movie date I mean."

She rubbed her face, he really wasn't going to give this up. "What movie and what time?"

"The Outsiders at the drive-in theater. It starts at six but I'd pick you up at five-thirty." He stated, he’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t pounding excitedly. She was finally going out with him.

She should have known that he would take her to see that movie, when he looks like a character right out of it. "Of course-" she mumbled, half to herself.

"What did you say?" He asked, worriedly. Thinking she didn’t hear his plans. "I couldn't hear you."

"Oh nothing!" She quickly said not realizing she said that out loud. "Let me wake up more and ask my parents. I'll call you back in an hour.” She told him, just so she could lie later on about how her parents said no.

She hung up and got out of bed to go make herself some breakfast. She was hoping to be left alone after being woken up so early, but peacefulness could only last so long in that house.

"So why was that British boy calling you at eight-thirty in the morning?" Her mom asked her the second she ascended the stairs.

Her dad overheard the conversation "A boy? Who is he?"

She groaned at their questions “He's just some boy at school that wants to go see a movie. I'm going to say no."

"What why? I think it would be good to get out for a bit!" Her mom gave her a sad look.

"I hate to say it Y/N, but your mother is right. You should get out more."

"Not you too dad!" she exclaimed. She thought about it a moment more, waying out the pros and cons. Pro: she has a good time and goes on her first date. Con: It's just a trick and she gets laughed at.

"Wow Y/N someone wants to go on a date with you?" her fourteen year old brother, Erik, ran down the stairs screaming. "I'm surprised!"

"Shut up! I don't see you attracting any girls either." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"But you should go! I think it'd be good for you." He agreed with their parents quickly after his mother gave him a hard stare.

"Why does everyone want me to go on this date except me?" She was annoyed.

Erik looked at her confused. "Why do you not want to go?"

"Well Michael is kind of a bully, and I don't want this to turn out as a joke that I'm the center of." She admitted her worries. She didn’t want to head to the movies only to see Michael and the other goons.

"Oh honey," her mother murmured softly to her. "When that boy called me he seemed genuinely excited. And if something happens, just call me and I'll come pick you up!"

She thought about it a moment more as they all looked at her, waiting for her response. She hummed before giving her answer."Alright, I'll go call him and say I'm going."

Her mom squealed and hugged her. "You'll have so much fun!"

"I guess," She responded, retreating to her room now to get ready.

As her and her brother headed back up the stairs, their dad called out to them. "Don't forget, your brother and his kids are coming over next weekend."

"We didn't." They both said in unison.

"So what's he look like?" Erik asked Y/N.

"Bug off." She rolled her eyes, walking in her room and closing the door.

"You can't blame me for wondering!" He whined through the door before walking into his across the hall.

She rolled her eyes at him while picking up the phone book, trying to find the number under the name ‘Afton’. Thankfully there was only one family with the last name Afton in this town. She picked up her phone, dialing the number in the book. The girl that answered the phone was obviously young, but had a British accent just like Michael. "Afton residence. How may I help you?"

"Uh hi, I'm calling for Michael. Is he there?" She asked the little girl as she toyed with the chord of the phone.

"One moment!" She happily said before screaming at the top of her lungs. "MICHAEL IT'S FOR YOU!"

Y/N winced, and had to pull the phone away from her ear due to the loudness of the scream. "So are you his girlfriend? You sound pretty. Why are you dating someone as ugly as my brother?" The supposedly younger sibling asked curiously, Y/N had to hold back a snort.

"Elizabeth!" Michael's scream could be heard in the background. There was a bit of ruffling before Michael spoke again. This time he seemed to be a little out of breath. ‘Was he just running?’ Y/N wondered. "So did you think about it?"

"Yeah I did. I'll go with you." She said with a little chuckle as to the interaction between Michael and what she assumed was his sister.

There was a moment of silence. What Y/N couldn't see was Michael doing a fist pump into the air and dancing with excitement while Elizabeth gave him a confused glare. "Alright great! What's your address?"

After she gave him her address, they said their byes and hung up to get on with the rest of their day.

"So she is your girlfriend!" Elizabeth screamed at him in indignation.

"Stay out of my business Liz." Michael moved past her and headed back to his room, leaving Elizabeth to fume in anger to herself.

5:15 PM

As she was doing her makeup, Erik decided to invite himself into her room. "So what are you going to wear?"

"I don't know yet," She uttered, while applying blush.

"I'll see what you have in your closet." Erik's sense of fashion was always amazing. She never doubted his choices. "Okay so I found this, I think it will look cute!"

Y/N glanced past her in the mirror to see Erik watching her with enthusiasm she had never seen from him before whilst holding the outfit. "Yeah I'll try it on, let me just finish up my makeup." She paused before adding the last few details "How does this look?"

Erik got a closer look at her face. "Perfect. Now put on this outfit."

"Okay okay, get out so I can get changed." She shooed him out of the room before trying the outfit on. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling confident in her looks. But something was missing but she couldn't tell what. "You can come back in."

"I told you that it would be a cute outfit." He stated, proud of himself for the choice he made.

She rolled her eyes at him just complimenting himself. "Yes, thank you for picking out this outfit. But I feel like it's missing something."

Erik looked her up and down trying to figure out what it was. "Oh!" he exclaimed once he realized. "You're missing some jewelry."

"Ah! You're right!" She said running back over to her vanity before trying to find something to accent her look. She pulled out some earrings and put them on. "Yeah that was it."

"Isn't he a lucky guy?" Erik laughed, but was genuine in his compliment. "And you have five minutes to spare!"

"Perfect timing!" She said picking up the little hand purse to hold her money. "I'll just wait downstairs."

She sat on the couch watching the clock tick to five-thirty, then five-thirty-five, and five-forty. Her and Erik started getting worried that she got stood-up.

"Don't worry," Erik tried to comfort her, not knowing if he was right. "I bet he's just late!"

That was the case. Michael got wrapped in trying to perfect his mullet and didn't realize the time. It wasn't until Elizabeth knocked on the bathroom door.

"Mike, you've been in there for almost two hours now!" She complained, continuously knocking at the door.

Michael groaned in annoyance at his little sister. "I have to look perfect. I'm not taking her out unless I look presentable."

"That is if you even end up going!" She argued, huffing to herself. She tried to open the door but it was still locked. "Weren't you supposed to pick her up at five-thirty? It's almost five-forty-five!"

"Oh fuck, really?" He opened the door running into the kitchen, to check the time. "Shit!"

"Language!" Liz yelled at him.

Michael didn't reply but only ran over to the phone on the wall and dialed her number, afraid of her not answering and ruining the one chance he had.

"Hello?" She asked, her tone obviously upset.

He was so relieved to hear her pick up the phone "Hi! I'm on my way now! I'm so sorry! I got caught up in getting ready!" He didn’t even give her a chance to reply before he hung up and ran out to his car.

"Was that him?" Erik asked hopefully.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t get stood up. "Yeah, he's just running a bit late. But that doesn't mean that the rest of the date will go well."

Erik walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously. "Get out of that headspace Y/N. Just because a guy asked you out doesn't mean it's a lie or a trick. You're amazing! Okay? You're not going to have a good date if you think something bad is going to happen. Just go have fun!" He declared, holding a firm grip on her shoulders Y/N nearly winced. Both at his loudness and his tight grip.

“But-” She tried to explain that Michael wasn’t known for being a nice person, but Erik cut her off before she pleaded any further.

“No buts.” He affirmed authoritatively.

She sighed out, seeing as her brother wasn't going to listen. "Yeah you're right. I'll try and have fun," She grumbled, attempting to pry his hands off her.

"Good!" He finally said letting go of her shoulders.

Not too long after they both heard their father. "Y/N I think your boyfriend is here!"

"He's not my boyfriend! It's just one date!" She cried out, embarrassed at the accusation. She quickly fixed the shoulder sleeves of her outfit before making her way.

She walked to the front door when her mom saw her. "Oh honey! You look amazing! Have fun!"

"Will do! Thanks mom!" She opened the front door to see Michael, who was about to knock.

When he saw her, he froze. He thought he was staring at a goddess for a moment. He thought that she would grow wings and fly away into the heavens any moment now.

He was brought out of his haze when she waved in his face. "We should get going now, shouldn't we? We're already running late."

His voice was caught in his throat and he could feel his face heating up. "Oh uh- Yeah."

"Have her back by eight!" Her father called from the front door.

"I will sir!" Michael replied as he opened the door to the passenger side for her, then ran back over to the driver's seat. He didn't realize how sweaty his hands were until he put them on the steering wheel. He tried to come up with something to say to her, afraid of saying the wrong thing. "So uh, you look nice."

"So do you," She chuckled before continuing. "You look like a character right out of the Outsiders."

"You look like someone who listens to Material Girl by Madonna on repeat," He joked before realizing that could be rude. "Sorry that was a bad joke-"

"I mean it's true, no need to be sorry. But my brother picked out this outfit."

He looked her outfit up and down again. "Really? He has a good sense of fashion then."

"I know! We all tell him he should be a fashion designer or something. He's annoying at times but I love him nonetheless." She smiled in admiration.

Michael gave a sad smile, remembering his little brother and the incident that happened last year. Of course she heard about the whole ordeal. While there were many rumors that Michael did it purposefully and meant to get his brother killed, she never believed them. 'Michael Afton may be a bully but he's no murder' she would tell others whenever the subject came up.

"So who's your favorite band or singer?" Michael asked, wanting to change the subject.

"That's a hard one." She thought for a moment. "I would have to say Queen or Abba. Yours?"

"Queen is really good! I like them, but I would have to say I like Metallica more!" He replied, happy they have the same music taste. "Sorry again for being late. I really didn't mean it."

"It's fine, we're just going to be parked farther back. But it's not like this is the first time I watched it." She said nonchalantly, leaning back in her seat comfortably now.

"Wait," Michael paused. "You've seen it before?"

"Mhm!" She hummed. "And read the book, they're both really good!"

"Damn, I was wanting to take you to a movie you have never seen before" He mumbled, feeling disappointed in himself now.

“What? You thought that I hadn’t seen one of the most popular movies of this generation?” She joked but after she saw how his face dropped with a bit of worry, she quickly followed it up with. ”It’s alright, I don’t mind seeing it again!”

“Well that’s good at least.” He sighed in relief. He pulled into the theater trying to find a place to park. The spot they took seemed to be the last one there. “I’ll go get us some popcorn. What do you want to drink?”

”Just water please, thank you!” She replied in a sweet tone.

He smiled at her before getting out of the car. He finally had a moment to calm his nerves, trying to take deep breaths, walking up to the concession stand. They had only missed a few minutes of the movie. She relaxed a bit more and waited for him to get back.

Once he got everything he headed back to the car while trying not to drop or spill anything. Once he opened the car door he handed her the cup of water and popcorn, before getting back in.

”I’m glad we didn’t miss too much!” Michael commented, trying to start up a conversation again.

Y/N only hummed in response, wanting to just watch the movie. They continued on watching in silence. Michael kept stealing glances at her, thinking he was being sneaky with it. Even though his efforts were in vain. She pretended she didn’t notice his head turning and looking every few minutes.

About half way through the movie she finally looked back over at him, as a way to say ‘What do you keep staring at?’ When he locked eyes with her, everything felt perfect. His head started to race on what he should do next. His head went to some cheesy romance movie Liz once made him watch, where the two lovers were in the same situation. They were watching a movie when they suddenly locked eyes, they started leaning into each other until their lips met. So Michael closed his eyes and started to lean into her. But when his lips made contact with something, it wasn't her lips, but her soft fingers. He immediately opened his eyes to meet hers again and backed away.

"Too soon," she murmured awkwardly. She felt bad to reject him but she wasn't about to kiss on the first date.

"Sorry," he softly said, covering his blushing face with his hand, so she wouldn’t see. He should have known better to just go in for a kiss like that. He felt shame coursing through him. He needed to get out of the embarrassing situation, he needed to get out of the car. "I'm going to get some more popcorn."

Before she could even reply he was out of the car. "Idiot," he mumbled under his breath in embarrassment. "Why'd you think that was a good idea? It's just the first date! I hope I didn't ruin the chance for a second date-"

While Y/N awkwardly waited in the car, it seems that Darin and Trevor decided that they also wanted to see The Outsiders that night. As they walked to go get some popcorn, that's when they noticed Michael's car. They wondered what their friend was doing at the movies without inviting them. But they were surprised to find Y/N sitting alone in the passenger seat.

"What you doin’ here?" Darin snickered at her through the window.

"You on a date with Michael," Trevor laughed.

Her worst fears just came to life, it was a setup between the friends. A joke they planned. She tried to keep her composure as they stared at her through the glass window of Michael’s car.

“I just came here to see a movie,” she responded coldly. Fear coursed through her but she didn’t want to show it. She tried to hold her ground like her mom told her to.

“Yeah, with our friend.” Darin remarked in an almost betrayed tone. They were upset that Michael didn’t tell them of this. “You really think Michael would ask someone like you without some sort of motive?”

“Exactly, he’s just trying to sleep with you. No doubt about it.” Trevor ended with a snicker.

The two noticed their friend approaching, they both looked at each other with a sinister grin. Once he noticed his two friends on the passenger side of his car, his heart dropped, knowing that they were messing with her, ruining this date even further.

“Speak of the devil. Hey Mike! What are you doing with this nerd in your passenger seat?” Darin yelled out.

“What are you doing next to my car?” Michael glared at the two.

He looked through the window to see Y/N on the brink of tears. Trevor stood tall in front of her, with a shitty grin on his face. “What? Did you think Michael would actually like someone like you?”

"Can you just leave us alone?" Michael pleaded with his friends.

But before anything else could be said she got out of the car. It only took a swift kick to the balls to have Trevor on the ground wallowing in pain, and Darin laughing hysterically at him. It all happened too fast for Michael to react. But when Michael realized what had happened, she was already walking away with her purse in hand.

“You guys are assholes, you know that?” Michael seethed out before running after her. “Y/N wait please.”

She ignored him and kept walking out. He tried to grab her shoulder but she just shrugged him off and sadly sniffled out. “Leave me alone please.” She forced those words out, feeling a ball of emotions stuck in her throat.

He stood there wondering what to do. He decided to go back to his car so he could at least drive her home. His heart tore in two, seeing her shoulders shake slightly.

“Come on Mike. You don’t actually have feelings for her?” Trevor laughed out, barely being able to stand.

Michael didn’t answer him and just got back in his car driving off in the direction she was walking. He pulled up next to her, keeping the speed of his car with her pace. “Please at least let me drive you home.”

No answer.

“Or get you a milkshake?”

No answer.

“Please, I’m sorry for them. I swear that wasn’t supposed to happen!” He tried pleading with her.

“No, you’re not Michael!” She screamed out, crying even more “God I’m such a fucking idiot! I knew it was too good to be true. I knew it was going to end badly. And no wonder you tried kissing me! You just wanted your friends to catch you! Oh haha, what a funny fucking joke”

“I didn’t know they were going to be there!” He defended himself. “Do you remember that history project we did together in freshman year? I’ve been wanting to go out with you ever since! But I never had another reason to talk to you. I was so happy when you said yes! I am so sorry that they have ruined it! So please, get in the car and let me buy you a milkshake.”

She looked over at him trying to see if he was lying in any kind of way. After all of that, she didn't necessarily want to walk home alone and was too embarrassed to call her parents to come pick her up. She sighed wiping her tears and got in the car with him. “Take me right home after.”

“I will.” He promised her, feeling relieved now that his date wasn’t completely ruined.

The entire car ride was silent, aside from the rock music quietly playing. He kept looking over, worried that one time he’ll look and she’ll suddenly disappear. But she stayed silent, looking out the window as they drove through the town to the local diner. Nervously, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes out from the cup holder, lighting it once they stopped at a red light. He couldn’t help it. Normally, Y/N would’ve said something but she let it slide this time.

Once they got to the diner, it was mostly packed, due to it being around the normal rush time. They found a booth seat and sat down in it. Michael finally spoke up again. “So what kind of milkshake do you want?”

“I don’t know yet.” she said softly. When the waitress came over they ordered their milkshakes and things went quiet again. This time it was Y/N’s turn to speak up. “Why’d you try to kiss me?”

Michael was surprised at this question, and the answer was embarrassing. His face started to heat up as he rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t know, I saw it in a movie once. I thought it would be, I don’t know. Romantic?”

She tried to hide the small smile that formed on her lips. “You’re an idiot.”

“Hey, I finally got you to smile!” He smiled at her.

She hid her mouth with her hand. “No you didn’t!”

“Awe come on, don’t cheat like that!” She laughed back at him.

"Nope! You didn't." She couldn't help but smile more.

He reached over trying to pull her hands away from her face. "But your smile is so pretty! I want to see it up close," He spoke softly now, observing her from across the table.

Her face started to heat up from the compliment. She suddenly got up from the seat before she could melt. “I’m going to change the music,” She declared, stepping out of the booth. She wanted to avoid whatever that was.

"Oh okay," he softly replied, wondering if he did something wrong. He leaned back in his booth awkwardly now, shoving his hands in his pockets now.

She headed over to the jukebox with the smile still on her face. She continued to flip through the songs, until she found ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’ by Whitney Houston. She put in the fifty cents then went back to the table with Michael.

"Good choice!" Michael commented, talking about her pick. "This is a good song."

"Thank you! I listen to this song quite a lot," She smiled. “Okay, next question.”

“Shoot.” He replied.

“Why?” She paused for a moment, trying to figure out the right way to put it. “Why do you like me? You said you’ve been wanting to ask me out since freshman year, which was so long ago. Why the dedication?” She tried to avoid feeling shy, but she was rather curious instead.

“Oh uh-” Michael didn’t know how to respond without sounding cheesy. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck now awkwardly. “Well when we did that history project. You already knew everything, you are really smart and passionate, I find that attractive. And when you talked to me, you weren’t scared of me or didn’t talk down to me like most tend to do with my reputation. You treated me like” He paused for a moment, lifting his hand from the back of his neck. “a human being.”

She didn’t know how to reply to that. “Oh” -was all she was able to muster up.

“Oh and! When all those rumors went around last year because of… the incident. You still didn’t believe them, even though everyone else in the school did. So thanks for that. But those are the main reasons why!” He didn’t realize he was rambling on, as he began to flush.

The waitress came over with their milkshakes and they both went silent once again.

Ignoring the milkshake in front of him, he spoke up again. “I know I keep saying sorry but I feel like it needs to be said. I really didn’t mean for things to turn out this way. I knew they would do something to me or you if I did tell them who I liked. That's why I refused to say it yesterday.” He apologized.

“It’s fine,” she said, taking another sip “It’s not your fault, and I can tell you’re trying to make up for it.”

“So-” he awkwardly began. “Would you be down for another date? Hopefully a less dramatic one.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Why not.” He was actually interested and not just trying to gain something, and this date has changed a lot of thoughts she previously had about him. He wasn’t just some idiotic bully. He just had some issues.

“Hell yeah!” Michael exclaimed a little bit too loud. People around started to stare at the two. She covered her face from the others. "Sorry!" He apologized to them quickly with a bashful grin.

They continued on with random conversations, getting to know each other more until the waitress informed them it was almost ten and they were about to close. They looked up to find the diner almost completely empty. They were too caught up with each other to realize more and more people leaving. Michael paid before they returned to the car, knowing they were way past the curfew Y/N’s father gave.

10:11 PM

“Bye Michael! I had fun... Well at the end.” She corrected herself before getting out of the car.

"Me too!" He happily replied back as she walked to her front door. He watched her walk away with a warm feeling in his heart.

She tried sneaking up the stairs, hoping not to be caught by her parents. Every creak the wooden stairs made had her wince.

“Where have you been?” her dad scolded. Mission failed.

“We went to a diner and lost track of time, sorry dad.” She apologized.

He let out an annoyed sigh. “It's fine- just don’t let it happen again.”

“Thanks!” She ran up to her room to get ready for bed.

But Erik came out of his bedroom to interrogate her. “You are super late. What were you two doing?” He had a suggestive grin on his face.

“Shut up, it's nothing like that.” she entered her room as he followed “We went out for milkshakes and lost track of time.” She left out the part where he kept apologizing profusely to her over and over again.

“Yeah sure-“ he jokingly sneered. She picked a pillow up off her bed and threw it at him. He yelped as it hit his face, but he caught it in his arms. “Okaaaay fine, but tell me how it went!”

She sighed laying down on her bed. “It was really awkward at first. Then he tried to kiss me, which I rejected, obviously. So he went to go get popcorn and his friends came up to me and tried fucking with me. So I thought that it was a setup and kicked one in the crotch and walked off. But then Michael followed me and said that it wasn’t like that, and then we went and got milkshakes.” Erik tossed the pillow back to her, which she caught and placed it on her bed.

“Seems very eventful. Did you at least have fun?” He asked, leaning against the doorway now and crossing his arms.

“In the end I did. We’re planning to go on another date sometime soon.” She responded enthusiastically.

“Well, that’s good. Goodnight sis,” He yawned before leaving.

“Night!” She called back out to him.

She changed her clothes and took off her makeup before climbing into bed. She went through the events of today in her head once again, before drifting off to sleep.

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 4)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ overall warnings ; 18+ content, bad language, alcohol consumption, sexual teasing, jealousy, physical violence, kinda slowburn, unrequited love, eventual smut, cheating (not on each other!) , mention of sending nudes (obvi)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, jealousy, slight mention of toxic relationship

summary ; you hate rafe cameron. you’ve always hated the way he teases you. but for some strange reason, you can’t help but feel things when you’re around him. dangerous feelings that causes you to drunkenly send him your nudes. now he won’t stop until he makes you his.

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"Are you sure it’s not Brittany?" You ask Rafe for what feels like the millionth time since he told you. And now he's the one eager to get away from you.

You were shocked that Rafe could catch feeling for anyone, it was simply unheard of to you. He's always the type of guy to fuck someone and forget their name the next day.

But for him to have feelings for anyone other than himself was like an other-worldly thing to you.

"It's not Brittany, for fuck sake." You can tell that the topic is a touchy one for Rafe, so you decide not to pressure him for more. For now, that is.

"Alright, I'll stop," you laugh, surrendering with two hands up. "But why are you willing to help me get Jeremy back? I thought you were trying to seduce me, or something."

Your words make Rafe choke, clearly not having planned this idea through properly.

"Is it that insane to think I'd help you?"

That question alone was enough to make you keel over in laughter. And that was a clear answer to his definitely insane question.

"Pretty much, yeah," you try to get your words out, the laughter taking everything out of you. "But thanks for making me laugh."

You're laughing, but he sure isn't. And when you notice just how serious he looks, you stand up fully to meet his gaze. "Shit- you're not joking?"

"Never was, Y/N. Now is that a yes?"

"How would we make him jealous?" You say in regards to Jeremy, and ignoring Rafe's question entirely. "It's been hard to get him to even talk to me these days."

Your response makes Rafe want to punch that fucking guy. If he were in Jeremy's shoes, he'd treat you a lot better than he ever did. And he'd never even think of cheating on you.

"We've gotta make it believable somehow." Rafe steps closer to you, eyes focused on yours as he speaks. "You got a date to the Midsummers next week?"

You shake your head no, and Rafe smirks at that, clearing liking the answer. If you were going to prentend to be together, you'd have to get these feelings for him out of the way as quickly as possible.

Because there's no way you should mix this arrangement with unnecessary feelings. Or it would lead to chaos. And you're not in the mood to deal with that.

"On one condition," you state, and Rafe's ears perk up at your request. "We need to match outfits." The look on his face makes it all worth it. You can tell he doesn't do couple-y shit like that.

You're gonna have a lot more fun than you realised.

"I regret this already," he groans.

"No going back now." You can't help the smile that graces your lips. And the sight has him looking down at those lips of yours, almost in a trance. "What time should I be ready for?"

Rafe is taken out of his stupor by your words, struggling to get his sentence out. "By eight, I think."

"Great. I'll be at yours a couple hours early to get ready."

And you did indeed stay true to your words, as you're currently sitting in front of Sarah's full length mirror, applying your makeup. It's been a whole week of holding hands with Rafe, trying to make it as believable as possible. As well as going on dates in the most popular areas in town.

You'd taken countless pictures of you two, and posted them on your socials. It was all fun in theory, until he was being a lot nicer and fun to be around. Your mission was becoming blurry to you.

You knew this would happen. And you only had yourself to blame.

Sarah eyes you through the mirror, her suspicions being kept under the radar. That is, until she sees you sitting with the same smile she's seen you with since last week. It was odd.

"What's going on with you these days, Y/N?" She finally asks after hours of keeping silence. She's just been watching, thinking that she's just imagining things. But it's never ending. "One would think you're in love or something."

That made you stop smiling, the realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You'd spend so much time with Rafe, you'd gone and did the one thing you were trying so hard to avoid.

You'd fallen for Rafe fucking Cameron.

After your lack of response fills the air, Sarah gasps aloud, thinking that she's put the puzzle pieces together. "Wait- is it Jeremy. Did he finally get his shit together and take you back?"

Hearing those words escape her mouth was like hearing the answers you'd been looking for all along. You could care less for Jeremy or getting him back.

You wanted Rafe.

How the fuck are you going to act around him now? You spent so much of this week with him, yet the mere thought of seeing him tonight was making you nervous.

You didn't know if you'd rather keep those feelings, or squash those butterflies you feel into pieces until you were finally back to your senses. Your mind was all over the place.

"I don't fucking know."

You could've just told her you were dating her brother. To get it out of the way and off your chest. This is technically what you're supposed to be doing. Letting it be out in the open, and be public.

But the idea of saying it out loud made it real. And you didn't want it to be real.

"You've gotta get super glammed up for him then, girly," Sarah says, rushing to her closet so she can get the dress she picked out for you. "Gotta make him miss what he lost, right?"

She pulls out the most ethereal floral minty green dress, a huge slit on the side, and the square neckline enough to show a little cleavage. It was breathtaking.

Just before you can object, or tell her that it's not Jeremy you're thinking about constantly, Wheezie waltzes into Sarah's room with a pout on her lips.

"It's not fair," she groans for the millionth time this week. She wasn't all that happy about missing the Midsummers party, due to her age. A part of you felt bad.

"Well, you'll get to go when you're older, Wheeze," Sarah reassures her, applying some lipstick on through her tiny vanity mirror. "Just like… five more years till then."

That statement makes her groan as she flops her legs off the edge of Sarah's bed. "It's still not fair. I wish I was older."

"You're not missing much, Wheeze," you tell her honestly. "And being old isn't all that fun. Trust me."

Sarah and Wheezie chuckle at your words. As well as the person that enters. It's Rafe. And he looks as handsome as ever in his minty green suit, messy hair unkempt, making him ten times hotter. If that was even possible.

You realised that he'd kept true to his words, matching your outfit perfectly. And that alone didn't help with your brewing feelings for him.

"Mind if I borrow my girlfriend?" Rafe says, completely unaware that you haven't told them about your fake relationship status yet.

And you're quick to notice Sarah and Wheezie's eyes go wide. "What the fuck?" Sarah pipes up, Wheezie sitting up from the bed.

"Whose your girlfriend?" Wheezie asks before gasping to herself like she's just uncovered something she shouldn't have. "Wait, Y/N…?"

"Shut up." Rafe rolls his eyes at his sisters before his eyes take you in. And he swears he's never seen anyone as perfect as you, the sight of you causing his heart to beat too fast. "Shit- you look… beautiful."

"Wait, let's back track to what you said earlier," Sarah speaks up, not one to forget or let things go that easily. "Did you just-"

"Yes, Sarah. Didn't picture you as the dumb one, but I guess I was wrong," Rafe interrupts and she shuts her mouth immediately, pouting her lips.

Once you get to the party, you notice the string lights on the wooden poles, posh Kooks standing around, and surprisingly the Pogues too. They're all undercover, it seems. Being discreet to not start a riot.

You try to spot Jeremy in the crowds. The faster you get to your main mission, the faster you can get this over and done with. You didn't really want to be around Rafe. Not if your feelings for him were rapidly changing.

"What's on your mind?" Rafe asks as you both walk around, his hands in yours just for show.

"Just trying to figure out who this unlucky girl is that's made you go all mushy," you tease but he just squeezes your hand firmly. You try to ignore the way it warms your insides. And focus on how Jeremy might react to this.

You hadn't seen him since that party the other week. You thought he'd probably gotten bored of stringing you along. But you knew that was far from the truth when he'd liked one of your pictures. The one where you're with Rafe.

He'd been in your DMs like the slimy snake that he was.

If you weren't already over him, you would've overlooked how toxic he was in the relationship. Getting over Jeremy was like taking off the blindfold covering your eyes all this time.

"Tell me about her," you ask Rafe, wanting to think of anything other than Jeremy at this moment. "You don't have to tell me her name, or anything."

Rafe is panicking. How the hell is he going to tell you about yourself? So, he comes up with the only thing that feels right. To tell you the opposite about yourself.

"Um, she's smart," he laughs to himself. But with the look in your eyes telling him to carry on, he can't help but express how he truly feels about you. "And I think about her every day. Even if she can be a pain in the ass sometimes."

"Woah," you respond, suddenly feeling stupid for liking someone who clearly doesn't like you back. If he's talking about another girl like that, then you should probably quit while you're ahead. "I'm curious who this girl is now. She must be really awesome."

You look away, trying to keep your emotions in check. If you were to ruin your mascara, it would give it all away. And you can't handle being seen as weak. But as you do, Rafe's eyes never leave you.

He desperately wishes he could hold you right now. Tell you that you're the girl he can't stop thinking about. "She is."

Just before he can continue, you spot Jeremy from a distance. "Shit- he's here," you tell him, looking at Rafe again.

He immediately understands who you're talking about, bringing you closer to him by your waist. You can't help but look up at him, taken aback by the action.

You really need to get this night over with because your heart really can't handle being this close to him anymore. "Y/N?" Jeremy interrupts your silent internal battle.

Well, there's no turning back now.

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can you speak more about your ee hbo girlsification. im compelled

baffled anyone would actually care to hear about something my brain subjected me to instead of just letting me go to sleep much less be compelled by it but here we are. that is to say thanks for humouring me i appreciate it ! not enough ppl asking what if these middle-aged band men were actually out of touch 20-something new yorkers.

i'm fully going off vibes here because it's been six years since i watched girls (and didn't even finish it). i did rewatch the pilot last night but still i have zero fucking recollection of what happens in this show. apart from that scene where marnie sings stronger. that ones unfortunately seared into my mind forever

these could be the laziest most basic match-ups ever OR somehow it all just works way too well. who's to say. anyway-

as i've said jeremy is absolutely marnie. purely on the basis of being the most put-together and image conscious lmao of the group. hot and fully aware of it and capable of being insufferable in a way only people who fit that description ever are ("jeremy. and yes" etcetc) *must* appear like they have their shit together at all times and yet. a deep-set barely masked susceptibility to cringe

also can i just say. i completely forgot how close marnie and hannah are. like in the physical sense. in the pilot they wake up cuddling in the same bed after falling asleep watching a film the night before. marnie's boyfriend walks in on them sharing a bath. i just think that's worth noting

which brings us to the next match-up actually. jonathan as hannah "the voice of my generation.. or at least a voice of a generation" horvath. this one sort of falls into place by default being the main-main character and all but honestly i think it holds up. her penchant for trying to be deadpan and ending up saying the most out of pocket shit at inopportune times. deeply introspective and self-aware but also somehow not at all etc.

one of the other scenes i half remember is jessa and hannah together at a train stop in the middle of nowhere with hannah yelling about her uti mid-convo while peeing at the side of the tracks. their dynamic is deranged. would 110% have a toilet paper fight. hannah would absolutely order a burrito above her spice tolerance to impress jessa

so yeah that said alex is the jessa of the group to meee w/o question. effortless cool girl but also what the fuck is wrong with her god bless <3 living in her own world at all times and it's anybody's guess what's going on in there. also there are of course these photos. that is jessa johansson if she was a man from guernsey (dont ask what thats supposed to mean because i dont know either)

moving on. if i had to be real life friends with one of the girls it would def be shoshanna. she might come off as a bit yknow. unassuming(?) at first but honestly as far as i can recall she's the actual voice of reason more often than not. there'll be several moments where you're like "oh wait she's real as fuck actually" also she just seems like she genuinely wants the best for her friends (or if she does do something awful at some point... well. sorry i forgor) anyway this is why mike simply has to be shosh. also i've decided he too needs to go on a solo trip to japan and dye his hair pink. just because. anyway yeah underrated queens the both of them (among the uninitiated at least)

yeah so there you have it. sorry 1) i took forever to respond 2) this is unnecessarily lengthy. one of my main problems in life is i need to say a lot of words but i think of them very slowly. also ngl being asked about this by The ee scholar on here..... soz for reducing your guys down to like two vaguely defined personality traits each. but also blame lena dunham ig

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Cliff Nakamura – the Driver, and Lance Nakamura – the Ninja

(1975 – 8mo/2000 – 25)

Try though she might to deny it, Barbie Nakamura wouldn’t have a leg to stand on – she is, unfortunately, one of Scout’s “fried chicken tramps”.

The pregnancy was unexpected, unwanted, and unpleasant, with birth complications leaving Cliff paralyzed at the waist and Barbie bedridden for a month - the second she regained mobility, she ran out, leaving the twins with their grandparents and young uncles.

Their Baachan and Jiichan aren’t exactly thrilled at being left with two more children to raise at their ages (twins are bad luck as it is) – they spend months interrogating every man in a two-town radius to try and find the responsible party, but no one in Teufort thinks to point them toward the badlands.

Come on – Jeremy Gryde has seven siblings and you’re telling me multiples don’t run in that family? (Yes, I know that’s not really how it works, shush)

Cliff, despite his condition, apparently has unlimited energy, and seems determined to be mobile, crawling and climbing wherever he can reach – once he managed to get on his Uncle Gene’s skateboard and built up some decent momentum before Baa-Baa stopped him (much to his dismay).

Lance, meanwhile, seems practically inanimate at times, apparently content to just watch the world. For a while the family was scared there was “something wrong with him too”, but he hasn’t missed a milestone yet – to this day, no one’s sure when he first stood upright, they just walked in and he was up. By now, everyone’s stopped worrying about him being nonverbal and started taking bets on first words (Jii-jii has 5 bucks on a full sentence).

As different and independent as they both are, the twins do share a deep bond – not that that’s always a good thing, as figuring out which one has a problem is complicated when they’re both crying.

Post-abduction-and-rescue, Scout… does not handle taking them on well. He’s trying, of course, but twin toddlers will challenge even the most prepared caretakers, let alone some guy who can count the number of kids he’s held on one hand (all of them his nephews, all instances heavily supervised).

Of all the people stepping up to help with the twins (Engineer helps him set up his room, Patrick watches them like a hawk, Christoph is eager to study their behavior), Scout certainly didn’t anticipate Spy getting so invested – he figures the Frenchie just wants to rub his face in his screwups.

Spy, meanwhile, is internally screaming about being a grandfather and how much the boys remind him of his petit lapin. On one particularly rough night, Armand helps Jeremy break radio silence so sa chere Janice can offer advice and meet her new grandbabies.

After a few disruptive incidents, a rule is established on base that you can’t yell at anyone holding a baby. This rule is just as quickly exploited, and pretty soon asking to hold a baby is basically an admission of guilt.

Just when RED thinks they’ve had enough life-altering family revelations, the circumstances force Spy to expose his own dirty little secret – the week of fallout isn’t fun for anyone, and doesn’t get resolved until OHM’s invasion forces the matter.

Once OHM is ousted (and Chiyoko Nakamura harangues Scout within an inch of his life), their new challenge is figuring out a custody situation that will satisfy everyone. The day is saved when Jeremy’s brother Kevin volunteers to foster the twins with his partner David in Denver - the weekly 8-hour drive is worth the security.

After finishing high school, Cliff begins his crusade to master every vehicle known to man – with some help from Engie and Hedy to make his rigs both accessible and barely street legal, he dabbles in everything from delivery driving to drag racing.

Lance, meanwhile, disappears off the face of the earth the night after graduation – everyone spends months searching for him, except the emphatically unconcerned Cliff. When he returns just as suddenly from his surprise two-year trip to Japan, it’s with a lot of new scars, new skills, and new connections.

The twins were the first of the new generation to join up with TFI (Cliff says he was really first, Lance insistently refuses to comment), taking their troublemaking worldwide as the Driver and the Ninja.

Next up – a mad, magical, red-blooded Russo-American…

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Gt July Day 8 — Blinded

It's been a hot second since I wrote any In Deep Waters, so it was fun to get back to Star and Emy! Jeremy is always getting himself into trouble, alas.

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Ewe and I were on a hike in the woods, which wasn’t unusual. It was an uncommonly nice day out in the valley- no sun, of course, but the gray sky was bright and there wasn’t much snow on the ground, all things considered.

That still meant there was probably about three feet of snow, but it seemed like three inches to Ewe and the other residents of this oversized Alaskan valley, so in that regard it was hardly any.

It was also tolerably warm — in other words, not as frigid as the depths of hell, merely cold — so I was outside of the protective insulation of Ewe’s scarf for once. The kid herself was crouched down (still looming large) nearby, appraising some mushrooms that had managed to survive under the frequent snowfalls. I was wandering around beside her, never far out of reach, taking the opportunity to stretch my legs.

This should have been relaxing, but I held tension in my shoulders as my cloth boots shuffled across the packed snow that Ewe had already flattened. Taking a walk was good for me, yes. I could use the fresh air and the time to actually use my own body instead of getting carted around. But it also felt like every time I took a walk around here, some horrible creature tried to eat me.

I froze as the snow to my left crumbled, falling away to reveal a hole. Inside that hole, something snuffled and hissed.

Fear flooded my system even as some part of my brain sighed in resignation. Yep. Here we go again.

A paw stepped out of the darkness, clawed and longer than my own hand, followed by a lithe, furry arm. Beady eyes gleamed in the darkness, sharp but otherwise rodent-like teeth bared at me. It was the size of a horse, at least, but otherwise I would say it looked a little bit like a shrew. A shrew that had decided to grow needles on its back like a porcupine, and that had fur tinged with a dangerous-looking shade of yellow. It also hissed like a snake, unlike any shrew I’d ever seen.

Okay, so not much like a shrew at all. Sue me.

I put up my hands and began to back up slowly, hoping it wouldn’t see me as a threat. It might be too late for that, judging by all the hissing, and I swallowed thickly. “Ewe!” I called, not risking taking my eyes off of the thing to see how close she was.

That was all I managed to do. The thing lunged forward, pulling a yelp from me as I hastily backpedaled, and spit at me. The fluid covered my face, my eyes immediately burning. My footsteps were unsteady as I stumbled away. Shit, shit, shit, my mind repeated on loop, my heart hammering even as I tried to scrub at my face. Tears were welling up, but they didn’t seem to be doing enough, because even when I blinked and squinted I couldn’t see a damn thing. The world was one dark blur, making me a sitting duck for that monster.

Something brushed against my side and I flinched away with a gasp, only to find myself constricted and hauled up off of the ground a moment later. I squirmed in instinctual fear before the rest of my brain caught up and realized that the sensations around me were familiar- I was in a hand. Ewe must have picked me up. I stopped wriggling, still heaving for breath, and tried to calm my frantic heart.

I could hear her shooing away whatever that creature was with a firm but gentle tone. At least one of us wasn’t bothered by venomous monsters. Then, I was turned in her hand — not sure where to, given how disoriented I still was — and she asked, “Are you okay, Emy?”

“No,” I answered honestly. I grimaced as I tried and failed to scrub the monster’s spit out of my eyes. The burning sensation had ebbed a bit, but my face was now covered in dry venom that itched like crazy, and I still couldn’t see worth a damn. “It spit at me, and I got…” I waffled for a moment, unable to remember their word for “blinded”, if I even knew it. “I can’t see,” I eventually said instead.

Ewe’s fingers tightened around me, but I could only imagine the concerned look on her face. “Oh no!” she said, which about summed it up. I felt a huge finger brushing against my cheek and just barely managed to not flinch away in surprise. “You’re crying!”

“Yes,” I admitted, with less hesitation than normal. Crying was a natural response to getting stuff in your eyes, after all. “It’s not helping, though.” I really wish it were, but the world was still too dark to even discern shapes around me.

I could all but feel the indecision pooling around Ewe. “We should go tell Nani,” she decided. Before I could agree, she dashed off with me still held in her hand. While I was used to being carted around by giants, not being able to see while it happened was something else. I clung to her fingers, my breathing heavy and my eyes unseeing, hoping to god that this was fixable. I was already helpless and dependent enough in this valley of monsters; I couldn’t be blind on top of it all. The very idea made anxiety surge up and choke me.

My ears rang, my shoulders tight as Ewe all but burst through the front door of our house, the heavy wood slamming. “Nani!” she shouted; and while I appreciated the urgency, the volume didn’t exactly help my ears.

Footsteps hurried over, and soon enough Nani’s steady voice was asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

While Ewe explained, using a term I was unfamiliar with that likely meant the shrew-thing I’d encountered, I felt myself change hands. Ewe’s smaller, pudgier fingers were exchanged for Nani’s long, slender ones, which wrapped gently around me and carried me across the room. I was set down on some sort of hard surface — the table or the counter, most likely — and stayed right where I was put. The last thing I wanted to do was wander off an edge by accident.

“Poor thing,” Nani muttered. Her footsteps left, and then returned, and something wet was pushed into my hands. “Wash out your eyes, but be gentle,” she instructed.

I mumbled out something affirmative and, feeling out the edges of what must be a wet cloth, lifted it to my face. I carefully held it close, making myself blink so that the water from the cloth could actually get to my eyes. After a bit of that I rubbed my eyes a little bit more, and then the rest of my face while I was at it. The itching across my face stopped, which was nearly bliss, and when I removed the cloth and blinked again some of my vision had returned. Not as much as I wanted — things were still terribly blurry, and all I could really see were vague shapes — but it was a huge difference from the darkness before. Relief eased some of the tension in my chest. I wasn’t blinded forever. I wouldn’t be even more vulnerable than I already was.

One of the biggest shapes in the room moved closer, and I squinted, as if that could help me at all. It didn’t. But even if I hadn’t already guessed that it was Nani, I would have known as soon as she spoke. “How are your eyes, Anati?”

“Better,” I replied. I rubbed one with a clean corner of the wet cloth again, trying to improve my vision even more. “But things are still…” crap, I didn’t know the word for “blurry”, “…not… normal? I can see a little, but I can’t see everything.”

Nani nodded, or at least I think she did. “That’s alright, it will take some time,” she assured me, really cementing my relief. Then she chided, with all the authority of a mother, “You should really be more careful, Anati! The woods are dangerous for children.”

I just sighed. I wasn’t a child, but the woods were definitely still dangerous. “I know.”

#my writing #in deep waters #gtjuly #gtjuly2025

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fugsbunny · 5 months ago

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ok im finished with the golden raven (meaning i completed the first read through, ill never be finished with these books) and here are some thoughts:

Jeremy and Jean recognizing harmful the same/similar behaviour in the other but not in themself WHY IS IT ME?! Jean in literally like 'Jeremy your family is shit why are you staying' without a second of reflection makes me want to cry

Jeremy Alan

there is a moment where "[Jean] dug the teeth of his key into his thumb" FOREVER PARTNERS MY HEART!

Jean trying to hush the commentator on tv he is so precious

"he deserves peace. thats why hes here" - "thats not enough" - "it is more than he has ever gotten" IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE CRYING AND ALSO HE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD

Jean telling Andrew "I wouldnt have given him (Neil) to you if id known you would just throw him away so carelessly" (regarding Andrew not quitting smoking to save Neil faster in need)

Kevin finally drinking vodka from a glass and not a bottle, but also Jean being strongly again him drinking (so much) at all, finally someone adressing this very harmful behaviour and tryinng to do womething abou it, alcoholism is no joke, and also later telling him to stop night practices because he learned the acerage raven career is 5 years he cares so much

Jean being a fan of emotional procrastination, hard same

Derek and Derrick and Shawn and Shane, its giving same hat, also Derek and Derrik have massiv Ransom and Holster vibes, i love them

i dont know if this was intentional, but Jean explicitly takes Kevins postcard from Laila with both hands, which is the polite thing to do in Japan

the guillotine drawing at the door which was of course fucked up but also very funny

Jean sometimes counting things to distract himself or pass time is again giving forever partners

there are 29 Trojans and Jean is number 29 (and also i just relized Neil being number 10 of 10 Foxes at the start of the original series) being kind of a flip of Riko having to be number 1, being last but surpassing everyone, i hope you know what i mean im struggling with words

Jeremys "we all knew" big big ouch, that whole situation and family is fucked up

i really loved the sentence "the trojans couldnt change how their opponents played, only how they performed despite the unchecked violence" you can choose to not let your circumstances define who you want to be, love it so much

Choach Rhemann coming out of nowhere to deck Zane, in my head he had a steel chair for it and hes my hero

Coach Rhemann asking Jean what he can do for him and Jean thinking that "in no universe could he ask for more than what hed already gotten" BOY YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! i love that he has so many people looking out for him now

also Jean later actually saying the words "I deserve to get better" SO HUGE! IM CRYING!!!!

also also Jean putting Wymack and Rhemann in the fathers category had my heart hurt at every following yes coach im so happy for him that he slowly is letting these people in

later he hugs Cat to comfort her because that is what she does to comfort him, he learned that from her! hes unsure about it first and than realizes how easy it is, how easy it is for him! him healing means so much to me

Browning saying "ill guess well see, wont we" to Jeans "i have nothing left that is worth this" and Jean also later thinking this would come back to haunt him later IM SO FUCKING NERVOUS I HATE THIS

Aaron being allowed to drive Andrews car, so huge

Jeremy always saying "what would i do without you" to William and him replying "let us not find out" towards the end has me thinking we will definitly find out in the next book

Jeremy "facing his stepfather empty-handed rarley turned out well" do i even want to know what this means? also what a huge piece of shit, im very exited for him getting what he deserves in the next book

also Jeremy immediatly sassing him is also giving neil, with makes me thing about forever partners again and Jeremy hopefully being Jeans new forever partner

everytime Jean calling Lailas place home without even thinking about it and it burning down, how could they do this

"the best entertainment [Jeremy] had to offer was a tangled up yo-yo and a hacky sack" love the return of the yo-yo, very funny but also very sad

why did Andritch terminated the contract of the raven who had a breakdown in class? why only his and no other before or after? am i missing something?

Sergio writting that the incident was the first time he ever saw Jean being afraid of Zane, i dont know what i think of this, but im sure its not good

Jeremys mom calling so often the week they are away is yes super controlling and not good at all, but probably very easy for Jeremy to spin as a caring think, her worrying about him etc. I mean he knows his family is fucked but he also still cares for them and wants to be a part of this family and this made me think about how he probably twists a lot of this harmful stuff to protect himself so he can still see them as a family worth wanting idk man, but it made me think because if someone told me their mom was calling a lot when shes away i would think ok thats a bit much but its probably coming from her caring and worrying

"...Tanner following [Jean] around like a little duckling..." vs. Elodies little duck dress im crying again

#ok that was moer than i thought #the golden raven #aftg #tsc #aftg tsc #the golden raven spoilers

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WIP Wednesday - Paint Me

So, there was a lot of Raven!Neil around fandom recently, like we're talking lots about it and suddenly all the fics are updating, so I thought today's WIP Wednesday I'd share something from my take on the Raven!Neil heads to the Foxes au. Although this is less a WIP and more the deleted prologue where I ran with the Andrew and Jeremy met in juvie theories and also went "what do you mean Andrew was the first to reject the Ravens? We didn't even ask Jeremy?" So, it's the Ravens try to recruit Jeremy prologue based on the Kevin trying to recruit Andrew scene from the EC. Also, Kevin and Jeremy, enemies to... whatever Kevin and Jeremy are? I'm here for total asshole teen Jeremy and his character arc to be Captain Sunshine.

“Was that really what we came all this way down here for?”

It’s amazing Kevin’s fury is heard over all the chaos of the locker room, but he is Kevin Day, seventeen years old and full of bluster and righteous fury, so he will be heard. Nathaniel Wesninski doesn’t exactly blame him. This one – two? – was Kevin’s pick and that display during practice was abysmal. An insult to the game of exy and Kevin’s precious mother Kayleigh. Lazy, cheeky, foul play and more time spent gossiping than actually doing drills. How is this the best high school exy team in California? One of the best in the US? It’s made all the more baffling and infuriating by the fact that Nathaniel has watched them play actual games – it’s nothing like the practice they just saw.

While Nathaniel hangs back with the adoring crowd of St Cecilia’s Nightingales with his king, Riko Moriyama, Kevin has shoved his way to one of the lockers where their potential new Raven is slumped, grinning up at him. A potential Raven. What an insult. There are those chosen to be Ravens, and those not. The Master sent out a contract and you were honoured to sign it and fill out the forms. You did not send the forms back with a neon pink sticky note on top and a cheery NO THANK YOU! scrawled on it. No one said no. No one turned down the Ravens. No one ever had. So, of course, Kevin had stormed across the country from West Virginia to California, and Nathaniel and Riko had followed, to see exactly what the problem was.

The problem, Nathaniel decided within five seconds of being here, is that Jeremy Knox is obnoxious. Ob-Knox-ious, if you will.

“I’m sorry,” Knox says, his grin brilliant and wide as he sways his racquet from hand to hand between his spread, stretched out legs, “but I did tell you I wasn’t interested. You could have saved yourself so much disappointment if you’d listened when I told you that, you know.”

“We came to talk to you about your stupidity,” Kevin snaps.

Knox blinks at him several times, as if surprised by this. Then he laughs, light and airy. “My stupidity?”

“Yes. Your stupidity is causing me a lot of hassle and I’d appreciate it if you’d see sense sooner rather than later so we can all stop wasting our time.”

Next to Knox, the Nightingales' sophomore goalkeeper reaches over and fans Knox’s face with his gloved hand. “You need a second to recover from that, captain?”

“I do,” Knox laughs, miming fainting back against his locker. “I haven’t felt this shamed since dinner last night.” Kevin opens his mouth to rage at him further but Knox holds up a finger. “A second to recover, Day, weren’t you listening?”

Rumour has it, the Nightingales have a prodigy of a goalkeeper amongst them. According to local legend, the best goalkeeper in high school exy, probably already playing at an NCAA worthy level. Even allowing for exaggerations, that’s a goalkeeper worth the Ravens’ attention. It’s enough that the Master had sent them with a second contract, to get a pre-emptive signature if they find something worth their time. However, St Cecilia's Nightingales have three goalkeepers, two juniors and a sophomore, and all three of them were useless. The sophomore is the one beside Knox, as he had been all practice. A little thing, probably Nathaniel’s size, although wider, with pale blond hair and a freckled face. While the juniors were simply useless, the sophomore goalie had spent most of his practice actually sitting in goal chatting with Knox, letting balls fly past him. Nathaniel has no idea how the coach allowed it.

A metallic slam jolts Nathaniel from his thoughts about the little goalie. Kevin’s hand has slammed to the locker just a fraction of a hair from Knox’s head. The locker room has gone quiet and Riko has straightened up from where he was leaning. Nathaniel knows why, of course. The way Riko looks at Kevin in moments like this isn’t subtle – dark, hooded eyes and his easy smile replaced with something sharper and hungrier.

Knox turns his head, his smile having disappeared as he considers Kevin’s hand, then turns back to his face. They stare at each other for a moment, before Knox turns to his goalkeeper friend.

“Do you think he’s flirting with me?”

“I was getting that vibe.”

Kevin jerks back like he’s been burned. Knox turns back to him with a boyish grin, like he’s got exactly what he wanted out of the interaction. It takes a moment of Kevin grinding his teeth and working his jaw before he recalibrates and launches into another lecture.

“You should be ashamed of the way you played tonight. You are captain of an incredible team, and yet you act like you have time to sit around and gossip rather than perfect your game. I refuse to take you back with us if there’s even a risk that you’re going to play games like you practiced tonight. You have no place on the Ravens’ lineup if you’re not willing to constantly strive to be the best.”

Knox laughs, loud and obnoxious. Beside him, the goalkeeper’s blank face moves ever so slightly, the corners of his lips twitching up and the corners of his eyes crinkling. After a moment of laughter, and Kevin fuming over it, Knox grins up at him and taps his middle finger to his left cheekbone.

“Then I suppose you have no place on the Ravens’ lineup either.”

Nathaniel’s nails dig into the flesh of his palms. How dare he? To be marked for Riko’s Perfect Court is an honour! Kevin being second to Riko is nothing to be ashamed of. Just like Nathaniel’s 3 is nothing that makes him ashamed. He is the best backliner in the game, but he knows that he can’t compare to Riko or Kevin. Kevin is the best supporting striker, while Riko s a lead striker. If Knox can’t understand that, he doesn’t deserve to wear Raven black.

He opens his mouth to say as much, only to stop. The words catch in his throat. Suddenly, he understands what’s wrong with this scene. While most of the Nightingales are taking their time changing out, they have put their racquets away and are slowly stripping off their armour and shoes. Knox isn’t, but that could be explained by him talking with Kevin. But, the goalkeeper isn’t changing either.

“You’re going out to play again,” he says dumbly.

Riko and Kevin both jerk to stare at him. It’s the only reason he can think of for Jeremy and his goalkeeper to still be dressed for court, with their racquets and helmets still with them. They’re going back onto court once everyone’s gone.

“We are,” Knox says and stands up. “We’d be out there now, but you’re here taking up time.”

Kevin clenches his jaw, clenched fists shaking. “Why? Why would someone as good as you, with so much potential as you, refuse to live up to what you could really be? You clearly care, so why refuse us.”

“It’s quite simple,” Knox says, meeting Kevin’s eyes. He’s a good handful of inches smaller, but he stares Kevin down like he’s an equal. That will have to be dealt with when they get him to the Nest. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy playing with you.”

Kevin’s entire body goes slack. “What?”

“You wouldn’t enjoy winning?” Riko says.

Knox looks between the three of them, then sighs. “Is that all you think exy is?”

“What else is there?” Nathaniel says.

“How sad,” Knox says softly. Then he looks back at Kevin. “Come play with us. Let’s see if we can find an understanding. Perhaps you can convince me you Ravens are worth my time.”

That they’re worth Knox’s time?!

They should refuse out of principle. Knox is clearly an arrogant son of a bitch who needs to be knocked down, crushed in the mud and taught his proper place in the world before he can be built back up as Riko and Kevin’s back up.

“Fifteen minutes,” Kevin says, lifting his chin. “That's all I’ll need to convince you.” He turns and Nathaniel jerks straight. “Nathaniel. You’ll play with us.”

“Yes, Kevin,” Nathaniel says.

Knox smiles and gestures to his goalkeeper. “This is Andrew.”

“He’s unimportant,” Kevin replies, and turns to the Nightingales’ coach. “Can we have your court and borrow some gear, please.”

The coach flinches like she’s been struck, half the locker room does. Kevin ignores that like he hasn’t even picked up on it, but it’s fascinating to Nathaniel. What did Kevin say? He hadn’t even been particularly demanding. The coach arranges for their team to provide equipment while Knox talks quietly with his goalkeeper – Andrew. He doesn’t look at all impressed by whatever Knox is saying to him.

“I’ll buy you milkshakes after,” Knox whispers as Nathaniel changes.

Andrew looks at Knox. “The good stuff. Gelato milkshake. From Gelato Tiger.”

“Fine.”

“Deal.”

Naturally, the coach and team bend over backwards to accommodate them, and within five minutes the four of them are heading out onto the Nightingales’ gold and blue court. It’s one of the best high school courts in California, and regularly hosts other schools in the area that don’t have their own. Naturally, the rest of the Nightingales have come out onto the bleachers to watch.

“Andrew is important,” Knox says as they head onto court, Andrew already peeling off to the home goal. Kevin looks at Knox, who grins back beneath his helmet. “He’s far more important than I am. He’s going to shut you out.”

The arrogance. Some high school goalie who sat around gossiping all practice is going to shut out Kevin Day? Jeremy Knox is not just obnoxious and arrogant, but delusional as well. Do they really want someone like this on the Ravens?

They line up on court and Nathaniel looks over his shoulder at Andrew. He’s twirling his racquet absently. He catches Nathaniel’s eye and rests his racquet across his shoulder with a tilt of his head.

“I'm Nathaniel Wesninski, but I'm sure you know that,” he says, at least attempting to keep the Ravens’ public image. “Can I rely on you to have my back?”

Andrew’s face is hard to see under his helmet, but Nathaniel gets the feeling it’s still terrifyingly blank, as it has been the entire time. “Don’t get in my way.”

Nathaniel frowns at him, then shakes his head and turns back to the two strikers arranging their rules. Apparently all of the Nightingales are insufferable, arrogant pricks who need to learn their place. Kevin slams his racquet butt against the court floor, then sets himself up to come in first.

“Begin.”

He takes off without waiting and Nathaniel grips his racquet tighter, bracing for the coming impact. He trains with Kevin every day. They know each other’s moves easily. It’s what makes it so difficult to go against each other. Knox stays back, in fact he’s walking backwards away from the centre line, watching curiously as Kevin and Nathaniel dance around each other. And then Kevin breaks free and shoots for the goal.

It doesn’t light up.

The crack of Andrew sending the ball back up court rips through Nathaniel’s chest. Knox is running up court to get the ball off of a rebound from the far wall. Kevin is staring at Andrew and Nathaniel quickly whips around to face Knox. He’s fast. This is the player they came here for. Nathaniel presses forward to meet him with a grin splitting his face. Knox is fast and agile, built to dance around the opponents defence rather than take hard impacts. Their sticks slam together and Knox twists to dance around him. Nathaniel lets him take the fist one, wanting to watch him take on Andrew, and again the ball is lazily thrown up court.

Huh. So Andrew is actually probably pretty good. This must be the goalkeeper everyone talks about out here. Someone who can match the Perfect Court despite his young age. Perhaps, even if they can’t get Knox, their trip won’t be entirely wasted.

The game is fast from there. Andrew is an incredible goalkeeper. By the time their fifteen minutes is up, and Riko slams his fist against the plexiglass, it’s not a shutout, but it’s the best Nathaniel has ever seen a high school goalkeeper keep up with Kevin. With Nathaniel's help he’s only let in three goals from Kevin and one from Knox. Nathaniel turns to Riko, whose eyes are bright and fixed on Andrew. He knows. They all know. Andrew is special. Andrew is a Raven. He’s Perfect Court! And he’s so young. A shiver bolts up Nathaniel’s spine imagining what Andrew could become if they could get him to the Nest now, under their guidance, without distraction and given the Master’s training, with Nathaniel and Jean helping him. They have to have him.

“Did you have fun losing?” Kevin says.

Knox pulls off his helmet. He’s sweaty and grinning, and doesn’t seem at all bothered by the loss. “I had fun playing. And I had fun seeing Andrew play at- well, I suppose about seventy per cent.”

“He’s not even…” Nathaniel turns but Andrew is already sweeping from the court. “He wasn’t playing all out?”

“Andrew never goes all out,” Knox says, walking away. “But, playing with him, when he puts any effort in, it’s the most amazing thing. That’s the sort of thing that really makes me enjoy exy the most.”

Riko has stepped in front of Andrew to stop him. When Andrew shoves past, Riko grabs his arm and pulls him around. And everything goes to hell. Andrew shoves him back against the plexiglass and Nathaniel sprints of them, metal flashing between the pair. The coach gets to them first, hands held up in surrender and trying to talk Andrew down. Nathaniel is not so subtle. He’d left his own knife with his clothes when he changed, but he has enough practice getting his way without.

“Back off,” Nathaniel demands, shoving Andrew’s side.

Andrew barely moves. It’s like shoving a brick wall. He turns slowly and just stares back at Nathaniel, blank and cold, then makes a show of releasing Riko’s collar. “Keep your hands to yourself and we don’t have a problem.”

“You have to sign for us,” Riko says.

“Oh,”Knox laughs, jogging after Andrew. “I’ve been forgotten.”

Andrew yawns, exaggerated and loud, and walks away towards the locker room. “You promised me milkshake, captain.”

“My poor wallet,” he sighs.

“You can handle it, rich boy.”

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #riko moriyama #jeremy knox

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ftwd-the-real-deal · 1 year ago

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Fear The Walking Dead: The Real Deal - Introduction

Note: This is a fan-based alternative universe or alternative ending to Fear The Walking Dead, nothing here truly happened but it definitely should've happened, also Serena is Laurel, and she's alive in this universe and yes, lots of things are different in here.

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Basic Information

Location: The Sanctuary (now called Haven)

Canon Characters Involved: Troy Otto, Tracy Otto, Russel, Dwight Campbell, Sherry Campbell, Frank Gottfried, Klaus Gottfried, Jake Otto (honorable mention), Nick Clark (honorable mention)

Original Characters Involved: Laurel Hall, Mia Gottfried, Jeremy Winstons (henchman), Tyler (honorable mention)

Universe Villains: Madison Clark, Victor Strand, Negan Smith (honorable mention), Trent, Jeremiah Otto (honorable mention)

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Story

Betrayed, that's how Troy ended up dying in front of his loved ones, his wife, his child, they all had to watch him being stabbed by the witch of the apocalypse, he fell to the ground, whimpering from the pain, the last thing he heard was Laurel's scream, the last thing he's seen was how no one gave two craps about what Madison did, again.

Laurel had taken Tracy and hidden behind the trees, away from everyone's prying eyes, worried for her safety, she waited until everyone was off on their own way and she ran towards her dying husband, the two of them dragged the barely alive Troy into a vehicle and drove away, stopping at an abandoned building in Virginia, only stopping every now and then to make sure Troy was still alive.

Once they reached the building, she started to use all of her medical training to save her husband, Tracy helped of course, Troy had taught all the children basic first-aid skills, she was mommy's little nurse, and the two of them managed to keep him alive, although severely wounded and feeling anguished.

After that is out of the way, Lyn signals for Troy's men to join them at the given location and they do, making it one of the most secure locations there is.

One day, while Lyn was attending to Troy's wound, she was signaled to go to the main gate, she did so, and when she did, she found the party of Dwight and Sherry, as well as the people from PADRE, although she was tempted to shoot them at the spot, but they negotiated their way with medicine, food and expertise, things that they lacked currently at The Sanctuary.

A friendship forms almost immediately between Dwight, Sherry and Tracy, which made it easier for Lyn to like them, however, Troy didn't share the same sentiments with his wife and daughter, he tried to get rid of the PADRE people multiple times, only for them to prove their worth, especially once he saw that they didn't kill Russel like they had him believe.

Eventually, MADRE and Troy's band of rascals live together in peace under his leadership, as he had proven himself the leader that no one wants but everyone needed, he ran the place like a tight ship and ensured everyone's survival, while Dwight began to admire the man and eventually a friendship formed between the two even though Troy would never admit it, and Dwight became one of his trustees.

When Dwight was on a run for supplies, he saw a car in the middle of the night with two males in it, when he went to investigate further, he learned that they were Frank and Klaus, Strand was nowhere to be found, he helped them back to the Sanctuary then learned that Strand had shown them his true color and therefore, the duo escaped as far as possible and their car broke down, Troy reluctantly accepted them as refugees as long as they pull their weight around.

Ever since then, the group resided in The Sanctuary, living a mundane life, whatever that meant in an apocalypse, and fought against different, unimaginable challenges to protect their home and peace.

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Headcanons - Characters Introductions

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Started on: 25/4/2024

Last update: 27/4/2024

Creators: @muselesswriter & @all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone

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inhibitionfreewriting · 2 years ago

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okay so, i definitely got off track of the initial way i planned on writing this, but i got into a groove and... just gonna put it into (at least) 2 parts.

jerma x reader x ludwig (part one)

it starts totally innocuous, you're helping on dollhouse and end up just getting in with the two of them. you click at one of the end of day get-togethers. jerma makes you laugh first and then lud comes over to investigate what's going on and they've both got you doubled over. you end up getting food together and just spend more hours than you should have talking. by the end of the dollhouse event, you're in a group chat with the two of them and by the end of the first week of it existing, it's... always active.

you start to send good morning and good night messages, talk about your day even when they're busy and when they catch up on the memes and stuff you send. they're both busy bees so you know they get back to you when they can, but at some point it starts to make you sad when it's got long periods in between. not just that platonic sad but... longing. you're a little embarrassed over it, but it doesn't really come to an apex when you send a very tired 'ok love you guys im goin to bed'

it makes them both panic separately for the same reason but they don't talk about it on the side. ludwig replies immediately without thinking, 'love you 2, sweet dreams' and jerma replies 49 minutes later after trying to not overthink it (but did for all 49 minutes) a very simple 'love you'. he thinks about deleting it too, or changing it, but he thinks it's better not to and manages to go to bed after some tossing and turning. (and putting on something mind-numbing on his ipad) but that first time comes and goes and it just becomes routine to say it all the time. all the time.

it's not until you go hang out with jerma again that the energy is just.. different, not bad, just different. maybe even a little awkward. your hands are a little sweaty but you two spend the entire night playing dumb shit on the switch and you cook dinner together and somewhere along the line you're sitting next to each other and blurt out that you both miss Ludwig and then laugh and are like haha y-you too? but there's the electricity between the two of you too, and he invites you to stay the night "not like that of course... i mean unless you-" "yes" and you share your first kiss and it's fun and you still just...

you're both still thinking about Ludwig, and he knew you were hanging out but didn't realize it was a date and he feels this empty pit in his stomach because the two of you aren't talking to him even though he knows it's because you two are hanging out. and there's this seed of not jealousy but sadness because he isn't there too.

ludwig comes out with an awkward confession after you and jerma start to hang out more and more. "kinda hate when you guys go on dates tbh" tone is impossible to read through text and you prod him on why and after the conversation starts to get heated you open a call, and it. for what it's worth, the civility between you and ludwig lasts exactly 3 sentences and jerma is really trying to just mediate but once you both start yelling it's impossible (but he definitely feels like he's listening to two children bicker).

"it was one date and we've only seen each other twice! out with it, why is it such a problem only now?? it was two days where you were busy anyway so it's not like we skipped out on a night time video call!"

"that's not the fucking problem!"

"you didn't say anything when jeremy asked you if it was okay?? he asked you!"

"because it's not just you!! it's both of you, both of you are the problem."

"what does that even mean?? how is it--"

"wait, both of us? stop let lud talk"

you stopped out of indignance, almost throwing your headphones down instead of listening to whatever he had to say but with your arms crossed and mouse hovered over the leave call button, you stayed. you couldn't tell if ludwig had walked away from his computer or if he had muted his microphone and just gave up on talking. jerma breaks the silence first and cracks a half hearted joke, "i-i think this is the longest he's gone without talking to us. i don't think we've ever heard him this quiet for so long" it gets the driest chuckle out of you, almost like a pity laugh, but ludwig groans loudly and it genuinely cracks you up further. you can almost see it as he sighs, too, the way his hands are braced against his forehead and it's wrinkled with frustration.

"i fucking... it feels like shit knowing you two are hanging out and i'm all the way in los angeles. it's not just... one of you, it's both of you, i don't know. saying that out loud feels so fucking dumb." but you both scrambled to interject, explaining that you both felt that way too. neither of you knew how to bring it up and that it had been plaguing you especially hard, feeling like one side of the feelings were fake, both jerma and ludwig were scared that it would wildly change the dynamic the three of you had.

but it didn't.

#polyship #jerma x reader #ludwig x reader #jerma x reader x ludwig #bunny writes #we love romance

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thevampirediariesdiary · 1 year ago

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Proposed List of Season 1 Moments:

“first” (onscreen) meeting “you say that like every relationship is doomed to end” “I’m a fatalist”

dish washing scene with cheerleading heart-to-heart and “I’m sorry about Katherine, you lost her too”

Elena slaps Damon and tells him she’s not Katherine

Damon standing above her stroking her face while she sleeps

Elena slaps Damon “people die around you, how could it not matter? it matters and you know it”

Damon compels Jeremy to forget Vicki’s death because it’s what Elena wants and Stefan can’t do it

Damon rescues Elena from her car wreck and bridal carries her away

Elena looks faint and Damon vamp-speeds over to make sure she’s alright. he encourages her to take a five minute break from her life, she asks if she can trust him

Elena and Damon drink beer and eat burgers and fries in Georgia

Elena saves Damon from getting killed by Lexi’s vampire widower

”you’re not the worst company in the world Elena” “I used to be more fun” “you did okay” “I saved your life” “I know “ “and don’t you forget it”

50s decade dance “Elena would you like to dance?” “I would love to” *proceeds to dance with Stefan*

“I was deliberately trying to get to the sink” “trust breeds trust, you have to give it to get it”

”he’s ridiculously hot” “shhh. he’s an ass”

Damon feeds his Elena his blood threatens to turn her “and you and I will have a vampire girlfriend”

“you and I, we have something. an understanding.” vervain necklace stunt “ask me if I’m lying now” “I didn’t compel you in Atlanta because we were having fun, I wanted it to be real”

Elena goes into the tomb to get Damon out, hugs him

”So, I found out who my birth mother is.” “Eugh, who cares. She left you. She sucks”

umbrella rain scene & “I can’t protect you Elena”

“oh good, you’re here” “you ask, I come, I’m easy like that. no, Elena, I will not go to your bedroom with you!”

older sibling conspirators exchange a rose while they’re younger siblings act out

MMF staircase and dance

Damon stays outside Stefan’s cell with Elena

cohabitation during blood brothers, “you’re very trusting of him given the circumstances” “so are you, otherwise you wouldn’t be leaving” + the couch scene

Damon tells Elena she doesn’t have to see Isobel if she doesn’t want to

Damon gives Elena the Gilbert device because he trusts her, and Isobel’s bombshell about why he really did it: “because he’s in love with you”

“I like you better like this. Period look didn’t suit you.” “I think you should stop with the flirty little comments and that – eye thing that you do.” “What eye thing?” “Don’t make me regret being your friend”

the “I’m not a hero, Elena. I don’t do good, it’s not in me. somewhere along the way you decided that I was worth saving.” speech (yes it still counts!)

please: tell me any I forgot! send me propaganda for your favorite(s)! get excited to start voting next Tuesday (May 28)!

#d/e bracket round 1

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heretoreadmyfics · 2 years ago

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🧸🎊❓️

Hey anon! Thanks for the ask!! Here’s some of my basic overview headcanons of the missing children!!

🧸 = Full Names, 🎊 = Personality,❓= Ages

Susannah “Susie” Anderson / Age 8 / Susie was regarded as a very confident and happy girl! She always had positivity to her, and she always had a smile to give others. She walked her dog and made sure to wave, she encouraged her brother to go ahead instead of staying behind her, but in the end, did all of that really matter? Yes. It did. In death, Susie doesn’t regret a thing she did in life, except for her last day…

Jeremy Anderson / Age 9 / Jeremy was very reserved, and preferred to stay in the shadows behind his sister Susie. Jeremy was very smart, and often liked to share facts along with Gabriel (his best friend of the 5, if he’s honest [and not counting Susie]). In death, Jeremy is very traumatized from the circumstances surrounding his death, but has improved in self-worth skills, as being Bonnie, to him, is being the cool guitarist bunny, and he has to keep it cool, for his favorite.

Gabriel Foster / Age 9 / Gabriel, while not being the oldest, definitely acted like it. Always having facts, bandaids, and general “mom friend” (dad friend?) energy. When Gabriel died, he couldn’t exactly always carry bandaids and such with him, but as Freddy, Gabriel makes sure that the rest of the gang always feel at the very least comfortable. Of course, this doesn’t stop him from mourning a lot.

Francis “Fritz” Rose / Age 7 / Fritz was the youngest victim, and as such, was very rowdy and energetic. In death, Fritz still keeps a childlike whimsy in him, confusing even Cassidy and Charlie, who don’t understand how even after all the horrible stuff that’s happened to him, how he still keeps that energy up. Fritz doesn’t understand it. In his mind, he just became his favorite, Foxy the Pirate Fox!

Cassidy Ha / Age 10 [turned 10 on her death day] / Cassidy. Cassidy was always regarded as “mature”, but she was really just a kid at heart. Which is why in death, she cannot let go of anything. She’s stubborn, impatient, and quick to anger. All is just a resentment. She shares Golden Freddy with Evan, the Afton boy, and is the determined leader between the both of them.

Send me an ask about my missing children!

#fnaf #fnaf missing kids #fnaf susie #fnaf jeremy #fnaf gabriel #fnaf fritz #fnaf cassidy #ask #ask meme #cy speaks #sorry if these seem vague I’m not the greatest at describing lol #fnaf mci

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bb-editing · 2 years ago

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ROXANA (Chapter 22)

“Sister!”

As I was exiting Cassis’ room, I ran into Jeremy, who had been running towards me from the end of the hallway.

“Is that blood on your clothes?” He moved towards me with more urgency. Oh. The blood.

I wiped my damp sleeve over my cheek deliberately, smearing blood onto my cheek. “Ah… The toy didn’t listen well, so I punished him.”

“Oh, I’m gonna avoid that son of a bitch.”

Fortunately, Jeremy bought my lie- he seemed more interested in my punishing Cassis, in fact.

Every Agriche child ingests poison from young, but none of us know what kind of poison or what side effects they’d experience, so they couldn’t use the information against each other.

Of course, I don’t think that Jeremy would use it against me if he found out.

“Sister, I think it would be better if you stop rubbing it. I don’t want your clothes stained permanently with that bastard’s dirty blood.”

“Alright. I’ll go wash up.” I paused. “But what are you doing here? Were you coming to see me?”

“Well, yeah, but you weren’t in your room.”

I stepped towards Jeremy, who suddenly sniffed. “Did you go visit the poison butterfly hatchery again?”

I was embarrassed. How did he smell it?

“You just smell like poison, that’s all.” Jeremy said, seemingly having read my thoughts. Not that I was trying to keep the hatchery a secret, but making it public knowledge would create more variables and uncertainties in my life that I didn’t particularly want to deal with.

“Yes,” I answered slightly defeatedly, “I stopped by a while ago.”

No matter how faint it was, I suppose the smell of poison had remained on my body for some time already. It wasn’t suprising for Jeremy to be able to withstand its effects, with the Agriche poison tolerance and all, but… Why didn’t Cassis react to it at all?

I made a mental note not to visit the greenhouse before visiting Cassis.

“Do you think it will hatch successfully this time?” Jeremy, who was walking next to me, asked politely. “Why haven’t you thrown the egg away already? Or given it to someone else?”

I remembered his comments from our last discussion about the topic; Jeremy was never supportive of my breeding the butterflies. When I’d first received the eggs, he pretended to hold one clumsily and drop it accidentally, though he’d obviously wanted to let it go and break it from the start.

“Jeremy, if you try and interfere again, I’ll become very angry.”

“It’s not that!” Jeremy cried angrily. He seemed to be slightly scared of my punishment for his previous mistake. “I just don’t want you to lose so much blood for something that’s bound to fail…” he muttered. “They’re monsters- parasites! They’re not worth it.”

It’s not like he didn’t have cause for concern. If by chance, the butterflies’ master was no longer able to feed them their blood, the butterflies would turn to consuming their master’s body instead.

Sigh. I raised my hand, but stopped. “I would pat you on the head, but my hands are bloody.”

“It’s okay, I can always wash it off.” He answered. I laughed a little and stroked his head as we walked up the stairs to my room.

But what Jeremy said was wrong. I hadn’t failed- indeed, I’d succeeded in hatching a poison butterfly egg.

* * *

Cassis studied the closed door with harder eyes than before. The sight of Roxana’s back as she left seemed to remain despite her faint footsteps getting quieter in the distance.

He finally lowered his head in silence with a frown. Despite the appetizing meal in front of him, his appetite had been ruined by Roxana’s words and actions from earlier. ‘Vomiting blood is considered normal in this house,’ he thought. ‘How could she say that so obliviously?’

Cassis often felt strange when he was around Roxana. Was it because of the faint smell of poison he smelt on her body? The smell of poison meant one of two things- either she was ill, or she had been poisoned. Cassis couldn’t figure out which, but he knew that she’d been in this state for a while- even since the first time they’d met in the dungeon.

Then, he suddenly remembered her words…

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sapphicwilds · 3 years ago

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I’m so so sorry for the late posting! This is my fic to @eloquent-apollo for the @aftgexchange! I tried to avoid as much angst as possible, but there’s some Jean musing about the nest at the beginning before we get to the cookie baking fluff! I really hope you enjoy and had a great holiday!!

Jean had never celebrated Christmas before. Hypothetically he had before, but Jean’s memories of before were mostly blurry at best. The good ones had faded away, tucked away at first for safe keeping, and then forgotten as a sense of self-preservation. He was sure he might be able to find them again, pull away the curtain and rediscover something long forgotten, but he didn’t want to. Things were going, somehow, well. His first semester at USC hadn’t been a complete nightmare. It had been touch and go, at times it had been down right disastrous, but he had made it all the way to December without breaking any new bones, though there had been a few new breakdowns.

But the Trojans hadn’t abandoned him, no matter how much he might have deserved it at times. They endured his shouting, his vitriol, his Raven standards, and his impossible critiques. They curbed the worst of his sharp tongue and every day he was learning to better bite it back, to evaluate, to rephrase at an attempt at being kind. He was trying hard to be kind. Some days it was worth it. Some days it wasn’t.

With everyone buzzing about the holiday break, it was getting hard to stop himself from seething. He knew the Ravens’ standards were… absurd. He had always known that– Jean wasn’t stupid. But he had lived with those standards for so long that he felt himself chafing under Coach’s restrictions. Practices were over, his training schedule had been cut, and his therapist wanted him to take it easy. And Jean was trying. Jeremy helped make it bearable. When Jean started itching to throw himself onto the court, to throw himself against the offensive line until he’d worn them and himself to the ground, when he wanted to keep pushing– Jeremy could see it coming sometimes even before Jean was able to identify the mounting frustration, the innate terror. Jeremy was looking at him that way now, kindly concerned and like he was already formulating a plan to do something about it.

“Hey,” Jeremy said. He didn’t say it gently. Jeremy had stopped being overly gentle after the long summer of anger and misunderstanding between the two of them. Now he was just straight forward, but still kind. Jeremy was kind to everyone, but especially to Jean. “Got anything planned for the rest of the afternoon?”

Jeremy knew he didn’t, but Jean still shook his head. Classes were over, practice was done, and Jean was… restless. He didn’t know what to do. Most of the team had already left and very few students were even remaining on campus. It would probably just be Jean and some of the international students for the week and a half long break.

“Want to head down to the student kitchens? I had some holiday baking I wanted to get done before I drove home tomorrow.”

Holiday baking was not in their diet plan, but Jean bit his tongue. “Yes,” he agrees. “Let’s go.”

It was a quick walk down from the dorms to the kitchens. It was three flights of stairs down to the basements. They passed barely anyone in the halls, so it was easy for Jean to listen to Jeremy’s easy chatter about his last history paper and his calc exam. Jean felt pretty confident about his own end of term exams. Classes weren’t easy, but it was easier at USC than at Evermore, that was for sure.

“Can you help me pull out the stuff?” Jeremy asked, handing Jean a notecard. Jean took it carefully. The paper was thin and worn, the edges frayed from years of use and the odd stain. It looked old. Older than Jeremy for sure. “It’s my grandmother’s,” he explained without needing to be asked. “Her recipe, I mean. We’ve used it in my family for years.”

“That’s nice,” Jean said and he meant it. He started reaching into the cabinets to try and find what they needed. Jeremy was taking care of the flour and everything else, leaving Jean to pull out the mixing bowls and measuring cups. He wasn’t very familiar with baking, but Laila and Bryant and been bullied into helping. It was easy, doing what he was told with little to no consequences.

“I know store bought cookie dough is still good,” he said as he began to measure things out. Jean read the recipe over Jeremy’s shoulder, reaching for the ingredients he’d need next. “But, you know, we’ve always used this recipe. It’s got just the right amount of orange in it.” Jeremy is working the sugar cookie dough with a wooden spoon he pulled out of one of the drawers, biting his lip in concentration as he evaluated his creation.

“Orange?” Jean responded, “In sugar cookies?” Jean’s brow furrows, confused.

“Yes,” Jeremy said, voice light with laughter. “Just a little bit of orange zest goes a long way. That’s what my grandmother always says.”

Jean can’t exactly argue, so instead he just keeps following directions for the icing. It’s so much sugar that Jean can’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. He scooped the icing into individual bowls and added the food coloring.

“What are you decorating them as?”

“We are decorating them as whatever we want. I think the snowmen are the most fun though because you can get really creative with their scarves and hats and stuff. Too bad we don’t have access to my ma’s sprinkle collection. She gets really intense about this sort of stuff.”

“Ah,” Jean said dryly, “nothing like you then.”

Jeremy laughed, light and airy and Jean relished in the sound. It was such a comforting sound– it was so unlike anything Jean was used to hearing.

Once the cookies were out of the oven, they let them cool. Jean wasn’t sure how successful he was going to be at this whole decorating thing. The cookies were in all different shapes– snowmen, stocking, and snowflakes.

“Hey,” Jeremy said softly. “This is going to be fun, okay?”

“I have…” Jean said haltingly. Jeremy already knew about his unconventional childhood. This wouldn’t be shocking– possibly the least shocking thing Jean had ever said to him, but it was still hard to put into words. “I have never done this before,” he confessed. Jeremy just smiled.

“Well, we can do it together then.” Jeremy smiled and Jean tried to smile back, letting go of his unsurity and picking up an icing bag. He lost himself in the focus of carefully putting pressure on the piping bag to get the icing to come out. It wasn’t coming out quite right and Jean felt himself getting more and more frustrated.

“Want me to help?” Jeremy asked and Jean shook his head. Jeremy backed off, but Jean could still feel him watching. Just as he was about to snap, he felt something squirt across his face. Jean looked up, startled, to see Jeremy grinning with a blue piping bag in hand. Jean wiped the icing off his cheek and looked at it thoughtfully.

Without a second thought, Jean took the icing and wiped it across Jeremy’s brow. Jeremy began to laugh, a bright and shining thing, as he squirted more icing. Jean tried to duck, before realizing the only real solution was to retaliate. He squirted green icing from his own piping bag which sprayed over Jeremy’s shirt. His face lit up delighted and they both forgot about the cookies entirely as they darted around the kitchen.

By the end, Jean was laughing and Jeremy looked like he won the fight, despite the splotches of green icing smeared across his forehead and the entire mess of his shirt. Jean wiped the icing off his own face, still laughing.

“The dietitian isn’t watching us 24/7, you know?” Jeremy said. “You can try one. You should! We worked hard on these.”

“We only finished half of them,” Jean said. Jeremy shrugged.

“I’ll box up the rest and finish them when I get home. My mom will be thrilled.”

Jean swallowed his shame and smiled. Jeremy was right and the cookies did look good. He carefully picked up one of the uglier snowmen and bit its head off. “Hmmm,” he hummed after a moment. “That is good.”

Jeremy grinned and Jean felt well rewarded.

“You know,” Jeremy said after a quiet moment. He was shifting nervously, running his hands through his long hair, “my house is only a few hours away if you wanted to hand deliver these. I know you don’t have any plans for the holidays, but if you wanted some place to spend sometime…” he trailed off, no longer meeting Jean’s eyes.

“I…” Jean replied, trying to parse through the storm of emotions that was forming in his chest, “...I would love that, Jeremy.”

Jean had never celebrated Christmas before. He wasn’t sure he remembered how to. But like so many things, Jean was relearning things day by day and Jeremy was right beside him, helping him along.

#fic #jeremy knox #Jean Moreau #jerjean #aftg #aftgexchange

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