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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ VI . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Warnings: Smoking, swearing

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“Hurry up. I want to get going.”

“Calm down, Joseph. I just need to copy this sentence.” I sighed back at him from his desk.

Today was Saturday, Monday was the day we were to present the exposé.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked, turning to look at him as he smoked a cigarette out the window, leaning against the white frame.

“Yes.” He exhaled.

“Good. Tomorrow you’re writing the script, then we need to rehearse it for Monday.”

“Yeah yeah I know.” He pushed the tip of the cigarette against the glass ashtray that sat on his bedside cabinet before walking towards me.

As he approached me I craned my neck up to look at him.

“Okay you’re done now. We’re going.”

“No I’m not, just give me a few minutes.”

He sighed and took the pen out of my hand, stuffing it into his black jacket pocket.

“Yes you are. Let’s go.”

It was a hot day today, unusually hot for September. I had asked Joseph the day before if he wanted to do something fun as a reward for nearly finishing the exposé.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So…” I said, turning around in my chair to look at him sitting on my bed, book in hand.

“So?” He replied looking up from the Camus biography.

“I was wondering if you wanted to do something fun? Y’know, for nearly finishing our work.”

He hummed in thought and I waited for a response, biting my lip nervously.

“Well, what’s the weather going to be like?”

“My mother’s been keeping track of the temperatures the past few days so she knows when to hang out her washing.” I giggled, “She said it’s going to be warm.”

“How warm?” He tilted his head.

“Guess.”

“I don’t know, Like 16?”

“21” I smiled.

“What. 21? Really?”

I nodded in response, still giggling at him.

“Well shit. And I told my mother not to worry about the cars and new machines polluting the sky and heating us up.”

We were both silent for a moment, admiring the smile on each others faces.

“So, what do you want to do?” Joseph put the book down beside him on the bed, folding his arms.

“I’m not sure. I was hoping you had an idea.”

He thought for a moment, looking down onto his lap.

“Yeah I have a spot.” He looked back up.

“You have a spot?”

He nodded, smiling at me.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

We walked side by side along the dirt path, the surrounding trees occasionally shading us from the sun.

“Are you not hot?” I questioned, looking up at him on my right. He wore a blue shirt underneath his black leather jacket, as well as long dark trousers. While I wore a flowy white dress with a baby pink button up over top, and carrying a white bag for the both of us.

Joseph shook his head and turned to look at me, his brown hair covering the top of his eye patch.

“Aren’t you cold?” He smirked and look down at how my dress fell a couple of inches higher than it normally does.

I scoffed in annoyance, turning to look back at the floor.

“How much longer do we have to walk my feet are killing me!” I complained and tried not to drag my flat mary janes across the dirt.

“Not much longer don’t worry.” He reassured, “I’ll take the bag.” Joseph offered, taking if off me and throwing it over his shoulder.

“What a gentleman.” I said sarcastically.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, smiling slightly.

“There.” He pointed, suddenly walking towards the lining of trees.

“There?” I stood still for a moment, watching where he was going.

He realised I wasn’t following him and stopped, turning to look at me. This made me run towards him quickly as he waited for me to catch up.

“Just over this branch.” Joseph said, lifting the bag over the waist high branch, resting it on a part of the tree that was sticking out.

“Come on.” He said, grabbing my waist from behind softly and lifting me over. I put my hands on his arms and inhaled a sharp breath in fear, my legs kicking up over the branch before he gently put me down on the other side.

“Thanks.” I mumbled awkwardly and grabbed the bag as he climbed over.

“Is it just me or has it gotten hotter?” The boy exhaled and turned to look at me, hands in his pockets.

“It’s probably just all the walking.”

“Probably.” He mumbled and starting walking down the small mound that was a mix of sand and dirt.

“Anyway we’re here now.” He said, offering me his hand to help me down the slope.

I grabbed onto his hand with my right one, my left one going to a tree for support. I jumped down and he grabbed my right arm with both of his hands for support, butterflies filling my stomach.

I looked up at the boy and smiled before taking in my surroundings. Trees lined a large pool of water, shading the glistening water and the sand and rocks that lay on the ground.

“Oh wow, it’s beautiful.” I gawked, “Michèle and Simone would love it here…”

I heard Joseph sigh and I turned to look at him.

“Are you alright?” I asked, concerned.

“I’m fine, just don’t bring them up, you know I don’t like you hanging out with those two girls.”

“They’re my friends Descamps, you have no right to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with.”

“I know. Just don’t bring them up again, it annoys me. You’re lucky I like you.” He mumbled the last part, taking off his jacket and resting it on a tree branch.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I folded my arms at him.

“Nothing. Anyway, this is my spot.” The boy said, taking the bag off me and hanging it on the same branch as his jacket.

“It’s lovely, how did you find it?” I asked, taking a step towards him as he turned to me.

“Messing around with Dupin. We took Pichon’s books and wanted to hide them somewhere.” He smirked.

“You’re cruel.” I sighed, turning my back to him and walking closer to the water, crouching down and dipping the tips of my fingers in to check the temperature.

“Yeah well, girls love it.”

“I don’t know what girls you’re meeting Descamps, but we do not love it.” I replied, taking off my button up and walking past him to hang it up on the branch.

“Some girls love it.” Joseph mumbled.

I searched around in the bag for my book, rummaging through the snacks that we brought from the shop on the way down.

“What are you looking for?”

“My book.” I sighed, “I want to read it over there.” I nodded my head towards a large branch that was sticking out above the water.

“Right.” He nodded, not knowing what to do next.

After grabbing my book I swiftly took my white shoes off, resting them on a large rock nearby before walking over to the branch.

The soft crunching of Joseph’s feet against the sand followed me, and I smiled knowing he was behind me.

I put my book onto a flat part of the branch before reaching my hands up and attempting to push my body up onto the wood, rising myself about a foot off the ground before not having the strength to pull myself up even more.

“Need help?”

“No I’m fine thank you.” I grunted, trying to reach the floor with the tips of my feet so I could push myself up more.

“You look like you’re struggling.”

“Well I’m not. Thank you for the offer Descamps.” I grunted.

As I attempted to swing my left leg over the branch (failing miserably as my leg just fell back down) I felt his hands grab my waist again and my face turn red.

“Swing your leg up when I say go.”

“I don’t need your help.” I sighed, looking over my right shoulder at him, my arms now beginning to hurt from holding myself up so long.

“Yes you do. Now go.”

I swung my left leg up as he lifted my waist. My leg hooked onto the top of the branch and I pulled myself the full way up, finally straddling it. I’m so lucky I decided to wear shorts today, even in the hot weather.

I looked down at the boy, his arms folded over his chest as he waited for me to say something.

“I could have done that on my own.” I said to him, pushing a strand of hair which had fallen behind my ear.

“No you couldn’t, so I helped you. What do you say to people who help you?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him, contemplating if I should give him the satisfaction.

“Thank you Joseph.” I sighed, looking away from him.

“That’s better.” He laughed, walking closer to me.

“What are you doing now?” I questioned, turning to fully face him as my legs dangled in front of him.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, looking up at me as he walked closer.

My breath hitched in my throat as I watched him, smirk at me.

“Move over.”

“What?” I questioned, tilting my head slightly.

“Move over, I want to sit on your right.”

“Oh.” I replied, grabbing my book and moving over to the left.

He grunted as he pulled himself up, and I looked away, quietly giggling to myself.

“Shut up.” He sighed, “You couldn’t even get up here on your own.”

“Yes I could.” I turned to look at him now sat next to me, his long legs dangling off the side of the branch.

“No, you couldn’t.”

“I could have, you just didn’t let me.”

“Sure.” He smirked.

I huffed and turned my back to him, straddling the log again and opening my book to where I had folded over the page.

“What are you reading.” I heard him beside my ear and jumped, turning my head to look at him leaning over my right shoulder.

“My book.”

“What book.”

“L’eau des collines.”

“What’s it about. Water?”

“I-i’m not sure yet, something about rabbits and a farm.”

“Interesting.”

I nodded, turning back to my book and blushing at his proximity.

After a while he moved away and leaned back against the large trunk of the tree.

I read a couple of pages before my back started to hurt from hunching over, so I lay back against the branch, lifting my book above my head to read it.

“That’s not comfortable.” The boy behind me said. I leaned my head back more to look up at him, my vision now upside down.

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“You can’t tell me if I’m comfortable or not.”

“Just come here.” He sighed

“Where?”

He raised his eyebrows in annoyance. “Okay fine, guess you’re going to have to write the script yourself tomorrow then.”

I frowned while the boy smirked.

“You’re so pushy.” I sighed sitting up and scooting back so that my head was rested against his torso.

“See, that’s better isn’t it.” Joseph said, his hands on his thighs as his legs dangled down either side of the branch.”

“I guess.” I mumbled, trying not to show how happy I was about how close I was to the boy.

“Sorry? Didn’t hear that, it’s rude to mumble you know.” He laughed.

“I guess.” I said more loudly this time, picking up my book again and opening it as I crossed my ankles over one another and rested then on the branch.

“That’s better.” He sighed.

We didn’t speak again, and I assumed the boy had fallen asleep.

After finished my chapter I leaned my head back a bit more to look at Joseph, noticing he had indeed fallen asleep.

His chest rose up and down and I smiled, admiring him. I don’t like him in that way though. He’s a bully and I shouldn’t. We’re only working on the project together.

My eyes became heavy after a while, and I became tired, most likely from all that walking we had to do to get here.

I turned on my side, my hand underneath my head, still resting on him, but now my palm was flat against his blue shirt.

I smiled at the interaction and clutched my book tightly against my chest with my other arm, slowly falling asleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I was awoken by the sound of my book hitting the rocks below, and I jolted up.

The sun looked like it had just only set, and a soft orange glowed the sky.

“Oh shit.” I exclaimed. My sudden jolt had woken Joseph up who was now behind me, rubbing his eyes and groaning.

“What time is it?” He mumbled.

“I’m not sure. But my brother will kill me. He told me to be home before the sun set and the street lamps came on.” I panicked trying to get down from the tall branch.

“Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal.” Joseph sighed, jumping down from the tree before standing beneath me, his arms up indicating me to jump.

“It is that big of a deal!” I said as I grabbed onto his forearms and jumped, quickly pulling away from his grasp to pick up my book and run back to our belongings.

I slipped my button up on and stuffed my book in my bag, not bothering to put my shoes on, only putting them in the bag as well and hurrying back the way we came when we first arrived.

“Just slow down, let me help you over.” Joseph ran after me before helping me over the branch, going back to retrieve his stuff as I waited for him.

“Joseph please, my brother will kill me.” I whined.

“I’m coming.” He replied, jumping over the log.

The jog back was long, the sun setting as we reached my house, the cold evening air hitting my knees and giving me goosebumps.

I ran up the three stairs that lead to my front door, briefly saying goodbye to Joseph and putting my hand on the door handle.

“Wait.” I heard him speak from behind me. I didn’t question him, the thought of my brother being mad at me slipped my mind.

The boy walked up the first two steps, leaving me eye level with him. I could feel his breath on my cheek, and butterflies arose in my stomach again.

“My place? Same time tomorrow?” He whispered softly, fiddling with the end of his leather jacket.

I didn’t speak, only nodding and looking at his face.

Suddenly he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my forehead, as his hand cupped my jaw. I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face as he pulled away, wishing the moment lasted longer.

“I had fun today.” He simply stated.

“Yeah, me too. Thank you.” I replied as he slowly walked backwards down the stairs, not breaking eye contact.

“Better get inside.” He laughed, starting to walk down the street, occasionally turning back to look at me.

His words didn’t process in my brain for a few seconds, just trying to come to terms with my short interaction with him.

“Oh shit” I said once I remembered the rush I was in to get home, opening the door and shielding myself from the cold evening breeze.

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A/N: I started writing this when the weather was hot. Now it��s a week later and raining, so I lost motivation, sorry if the ending is rushed. EXAM SEASON!!!!

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sorry for not posting in ages 😭😭 i promise chapter 6 of knee socks is in the making and it is my FAVOURITE chapter so far it’s so fun. inspired by cmbyn (not the weird parts just the vibes) because summer is getting close and im so excited for it

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ V . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 5

Masterlist

Warnings: Smoking

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“How’s your exposé coming along?” I asked the two girls as we walked to school.

“It’s alright. We haven’t started writing yet but we picked a theme, so that’s something!” Simone replied, “How’s yours? What was Descamps like?”

Michèle remained silent, listening.

“He was alright. Upset about his eye but, he was alright.”

“He didn’t start anything did he?”

“No, he was actually nice. He worked for a bit and tidied everything up at the end.” The two gave me a look of suspicion when I said that.

“He definitely wants something from you.” Simone exclaimed and Michèle nodded in agreement.

“No he doesn’t.”

“What if he does?” Asked the blonde girl.

“What could he want?”

“I don’t know, but keep your eye on him Y/N.” Simone said as we neared the school gates.

I grumbled a response that they couldn’t hear as we headed to class, Simone pointing out yet another cute boy in the corridor.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

During first lesson, Annick came running in late, blonde hair untidy and her pretty blue dress wrinkled.

“Miss Sabiani, how kind of you to grace us with your presence.” Bluebeard called to her with the intention of embarrassing her.

As Annick looked off to the side, I curiously followed her gaze, turning my head until my eyes landed on Pichon, who was smiling back at the blonde girl. Cute.

Unsurprisingly, Descamps catches my eye as I start to turn my head back to the front. I’m guessing he could feel my eyes looking towards him as he turned to face me as well, a soft, rosy pink colour coating his cheeks as we made eye contact

I quickly turned to the front after meeting his gaze, embarrassed, now focusing on the teacher and Annick.

As Mrs Giraud was distracted with reading the late note she was given, I heard Descamps’ voice call for Pichon.

Pichon stuttered out a response nervously, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying, I was too nervous to turn around and look at the two incase they caught me eavesdropping.

“You’ve come to class looking like that?”

“I’m sorry, I had to run.” The blonde at the front of the class replied, trying to catch her breath.

“Well you should leave earlier shouldn’t you? One hours detention.”

“But-”

“Do you object?” The teacher leaned towards her, late note still in hand.

While Sabiani protested against Mrs Giraud (earning her multiple hours of detention.) I turned to look at Simone on the right of me, her doing the same. We both rolled our eyes at the stubborn teacher and waited for the class to be over.

Not much else happened for the rest of the day, just a lot of eye rolling and sighing out of tiredness.

Descamps had come up to me at break, telling me that we were going to his after school to work on the project, and that he would wait for me outside of my last class.

“We need to get the Camus books from my house before we go to yours.” I told him, putting on my cardigan as he held onto my satchel.

“It’s on the way anyway.” He replied, handing me my bag back.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, throwing it over my shoulder.

We had not talked about what had happened last time we saw each other. We were both nervous to bring it up.

“My ma also wants to know if you’re staying for dinner” Descamps broke the silence, hands slumped into his pockets.

“Uhm- I’ll have to ask my brother when we get to mine.”

Suddenly his hand grabbed my arm, moving us over to the right as a car sped past us, the breeze blowing my hair into my face.

“Prick.” Joseph grumbled as he tucked my hair behind my ear before looking angrily at the car which had now sped away.

“T-thank you.” I stuttered, looking up at him as he started to walk again, leaving me stood there blushing. I ran after him to catch up, my legs not as long as his.

We didn’t speak another word until we got to my house, just awkward eye contact and the grazing of our arms as we moved out of the way of passing cars.

“I’m going to go pack the books, can you ask my brother if I can stay at yours for dinner please?” I told the tall boy as I opened the door.

He just nodded and followed me into the house.

“You took long walking.” Michael said as he stood up from the couch, walking towards us with a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Yep, I’m going to pack books, we’re study at Descamps’ tonight.” I said, pulling my cardigan and shoes off before running up the wood staircase.

“Okay…” Was all I heard from Michael as I got further away, his conversation with Joseph fading out as I entered my room.

Quickly I grabbed a bigger satchel, placing the books that Joseph had put away yesterday into it.

As I slung it over my shoulder I leant down to look at my self in my vanity mirror. My hair was out of place and my face was still red, either from walking or Joseph tucking my hair behind my ear.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to tame it as I sighed, mentally preparing for the next few hours.

“Alright, let’s go Descamps.” I said, running down the stairs and slipping my shoes on.

“Be home before the street lamps come on!” Michael said as he turned to sit back down on the couch, papers sprawled over the floor messily, probably his homework.

“Yes I know. Come on Joseph.” I huffed, grabbing him by his jacket and walking back out onto the street.

“You’re in a rush.” He chuckled, shutting the door behind him with one hand, his other gripping onto my bare arm that was holding onto his jacket.

“I’m tired and want to sit down. Now can we hurry up and walk to yours?” I complained as I let go of him.

He laughed in response and started walking. We walked a few steps before he realised he was still holding onto my wrist, quickly letting go. I mentally pouted at this, crossing my arms in an attempt to warm me up as the autumn breeze ran through the streets.

“You’re cold.” He stated, looking at me before pulling a packet of cigarettes and a silver lighter out of his brown jacket.

“No I’m not.” I replied, bringing my arms closer to me, “I just left my cardigan back home, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking.” The boy carried on, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’m fine.” I stated again, my pace quickening. I just wanted to sit down in a warm house.

“Here.” He stopped in his tracks, cigarette in his mouth and lighter in hand as he pulled off his brown jacket, revealing his deep green jumper.

I didn’t reply, only turning to look at him.

He pushed the jacket into my arms, “If you die of hyperthermia, I won’t get a good grade on this project .” He chuckles and puts his lighter into his trouser pocket.

I pouted at him, putting my satchel onto the pavement and fitting my arms into his jacket. It came to my mid thigh, the arms length covering my hand completely.

“You look like you’re drowning in it.”

“Shut up. You’re abnormally shaped it’s not my fault.” I sigh, picking my bag back up.

“YOU’RE the one thats abnormally shaped.” He took another drag of his cigarette and turned to carry on walking.

“You’re like what, 187cm? That’s not normal for someone our age.” I followed him.

“Excuse you. Anything under 170 is not normal for someone our age.”

“Okay. No need to be mean about it.”

“I’m not being mean, I’m being honest. There’s a difference.” The boy turned his head to me, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the half burnt out cigarette in his smirking mouth.

“Okay fine, just unlock your door Descamps.” I grumbled as we reached his front door, happy that I could finally sit down.

“Say please.” He held the key in front of me, one hand on the door nob.

“Please unlock your stupid door Descamps.” I repeated.

“There we go. See, I have a good influence on you, teaching you manners.” He smiled as he opened the door, discarding his cigarette in a white ashtray that lay on a nearby table.

We both took our shoes off, placing them by the table and closing the front door. I kept his jacket on, not sure what to do next as I awkwardly stood in front of him.

“My room is this way.” He pointed out as we walked towards a white door. He took his green jumper off, the white shirt underneath slightly riding up.

He threw the jumper onto a brown chair and jumped onto his bed, hands behind his head and legs resting at the end of the bed.

I stood still, not knowing what to do as the boy closed his eyes.

On one side of his room there was a big window, the shelf nearby holding a few plants (pothos specifically) and a collection of vinyls.

I curiously wondered over, placing my bag by the window as I stood on my tip-toes to glance at his collection.

“Here.” I heard from behind me, the bed creaked and he walked up to me, reaching above me to grab the music. As he did so his chest touched my back, and my breath hitched in my throat.

I took the opportunity to look up at his face. Small dark freckles dotted his cheeks and his brown hair was tousled.

Joseph stepped back, not looking down at me as he turned and carried the collection to his bed. He lay back down and brought his arms behind his head again.

“Knock yourself out.” He said as I stood still, admiring him, “Why are you just stood there? Don’t be so stiff, sit down.” The boy grumbled and sat up.

Quickly I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, looking between him and the vinyls. He just looked at me back, his hands on his lap.

I could still feel his gaze on me as I looked through his music collection slowly.

“Françoise Hardy?” I asked, looking between him and the record in front of me, “Really?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with her? She has a good song, released last year. I forgot the name…” He tried to recall, “the one that goes, et les yeux dans les yeux?” He hummed, and pointed towards his eye, as if that would help him to remember.

“You like Françoise Hardy?” I asked again, smiling.

“Yeah… what’s wrong with her?” he questioned, head titled to the side and worry etched on his face, eye brows knotted together. He looked sort of cute. Almost like he couldn’t brutally bully half of the people in our class.

“N-nothing!” I exclaimed back, “Just figured you for more of a Johnny Hallyday kind of guy.”

The boy just looked back at me, confused as his head tilted more, his body leaning more on his hands and towards me.

“You know, the ‘French Elvis.’”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied softly, looking back down at the vinyl in my hands.

“Françoise Hardy however, me and my ma love her.”

“You’re so unpredictable Joseph.” I laughed, suddenly feeling hot under his gaze. I took off his brown jacket and slung it over a nearby chair.

“So, Camus?” I said, picking up my bag from by the window and going to sit down with by back leaning on his bed, books laying in my lap.

“If we have to.” He grumbled in response.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Papers were sprawled all over his bed when his mother entered the room.

“Joseph?” She whisper-shouted, before walking into the room and realising that we had both fallen asleep.

Joseph lay on his side, his head resting on his arm as his other one dangled by the side of the bed, holding the back of my head up as I was sat, legs crossed and books still sprawled on my lap.

His mother sighed before exiting the room, “Teenagers these days are so interested in their school work.” She sarcastically stated.

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A/N: sorry for not uploading in a month, two deaths happened so I had a lot to take care of 😭

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Main Masterlist

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One shots

Teen Richie Tozier x reader (Coming soon)

A/N: more will be added i promise 😭

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ One shot . ☆ ──ㅤ The Goldfinch

The Goldfinch + reader insert

One shot

Masterlist

Warnings: Alcohol, abuse, smoking

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After Theo’s arrival, Xandra and Larry’s attention was drawn away from me. They realised they could get more money from him than they could from taking me in.

“I’m glad you’re here kiddo.” Larry said to the boy as I rolled my eyes at him. Theo was just smiling, happy to have his father back.

“I’m going out.” I said, packing away my homework into my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Where to?” Theo turned around.

“Boris’. Feel free to come later.” I winked at him, putting my shoes on and heading to the door as he nodded in agreement.

“Don’t be back too late! Me and Xandra are going out tonight.” I was stopped by the man, “And take Popper with you, damn dog is bad luck and needs to go out.”

“Will do!” I call back, going to pick up Popper and walk out of the room.

“You and your mom… You two were so close.” Their conversation faded out as I left the house.

Today was hot. Hotter than usual, I had to cover Popchyk’s eyes with one of my hands as he kept whimpering and trying to shield himself in my torso.

Boris’ house wasn’t that far away, only a few streets down, so we weren’t in the heat for very long before I was knocking on the door.

After impatiently waiting for a few minutes I decided to go in, he was taking too long to answer.

“Boris?” I called, taking off my converse and putting Popchyk down. He immediately ran upstairs to go lay on Boris’ bed.

I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. His dad wasn’t going to be home for a while, so I could relax.

“Didn’t hear you come in.” I turned around and leant on the counter at the sound of the thick accent and smiled.

Boris stood in the doorframe, dressed in all black clothing and layers.

“I’m stealthy.”

“Of course you are.” He smirked as he made his way towards me, “You want beer?”

“I’m good with water for now.” I shook my head.

“Suit yourself.” He reached into the fridge and took out a brown beer bottle, looking around for the opener.

“Theo’ll be here later, he’s just talking to his dad.” I grabbed the bottle opener from behind me and handed it to him.

“Amazing. In the mean time...” Boris smiled, clanking the top of his beer bottle against the glass of water in my hand before taking a sip.

“In the mean time, I have homework I need to do.” I laughed, taking off my blue rucksack and resting it on the kitchen table.

“Come on, homework?”

“Yes, Boris. I have homework to do, and so do you, remember?”

“Ah yes, I remember. Popchyk ate it.” He exclaimed, attempting to sound sad as he took another swig from the bottle.

“No, Popchyk didn’t. He’s upstairs sleeping on your mattress.”

“Vicious creature, chewed it up good.” Boris said sarcastically, I only laughed in response and sat down at the kitchen table, setting out my papers in front of me.

“Okay shush now, I need to concentrate.”

“Sure” He said with a hint of disappointment as he sat down next to me, one hand leaning on the table the other playing with the bottom of my striped shirt, occasionally pulling away to drink from his bottle.

About 10 minutes passed with Boris trying not to speak, he sighed every few seconds to let me know he was bored but I just ignored him and laughed internally.

Luckily, we could hear Theo opening the front door, and the sound of Popchyk running down the stairs to greet him.

“Potter! In the kitchen.” Boris called, not standing up from his chair, just watching me struggle to try and finish my homework.

“Jeez, you still doing that?” Theo asked as he entered the room, Popchyk in his arms happily.

“Yes. I forgot to do it yesterday.” I replied, not looking up from the paper.

“Sucks for you. Wanna watch a film?” He asks, Boris immediately standing up and walking to towards him.

“Yes. Is so boring watching her struggle with work.” The dark haired boy said.

“Fuck you.” I replied, running my hand through my hair, not looking back at the two boys.

“Manners!” Theo laughed, putting Popchyk down and walking towards the dvd’s.

They took about 15 minutes trying to decide on a film, arguing between The Bone Collector and The Talented Mr.Ripley.

“Matt Damon is boring, Theo. Am not watching another one of his movies, we fell asleep!” Boris exclaimed.

“You loved Good Will Hunting!”

“Please just decide on a film, I can’t deal with you two shouting anymore.” I told them, finally finishing my work and packing everything into my bag.

Eventually they decided on Godzilla, all three of us walking upstairs to play it on the dvd player.

“Ha! Size does matter.” Boris pointed out on the cover of the dvd to me and Theo. We just rolled our eyes in response and sat down on the mattress as he turned on the tv.

“Move over.” The tall boy grunted, nudging me so that he can fit on the right side of the bed and put his beer bottle of the floor.

“Comfy?” He turned to me and Theo as the movie began to play.

“Shut up.”

“Shh it’s starting.” Me and the other boy complained, occasionally sipping on our beer as we focused on the movie.

At some point I fell asleep. Somewhere between Boris and Theo pulling out a few cigarettes and Theo getting up to use the bathroom.

“Blow the smoke away from her you idiot.” I heard Theo whisper.

“She is fine with it.” The dark haired boy laughed.

“Human decency man, human decency.”

I was woken up some time later by the two scrambling to get up. My head fell from Boris’ shoulder as he jumped, making me fall to the side and wake up.

“My dad, he’ll kill the dog. Hurry.” Boris panicked as he put his cigarette out and helped me stand up.

“Popper, come here.” Theo quickly picked up the small dog as we made our way out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Boris’ dad had come home early, mumbling to himself in russian and pacing back and forth.

“Go through the back.” Boris whispered to me and Theo as we made our way down the stairs and through the house, his dad now shouting at Boris who had walked up to him.

We quietly closed the patio door behind us and made our way around the side of the house.

The shouting got louder and we stopped outside of a window to see Boris on the floor, his dad holding a cane to him.

I watched for a few seconds, frozen in shock and sympathy until Theo pulled at the bottom of my shirt, tears welling in his eyes and indicating we should go before he spots us.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next day Boris came into school with a black eye. He didn’t talk much to us, just slumped over his tray in the cafeteria with his arms folded on the table.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked him worriedly. He didn’t reply, only looking back to me with a deadpan face.

After he looked back down at his food tray I turned to Theo, he had the same worried expression as I did.

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A/N: not sure whether to turn this into a mini series or not. but chapter 5 of knee socks will by out in the next few days 🤞

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ index . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ IV . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Warnings: Smoking

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“What’s going on between you and Descamps?” Simone asked me as we walked to school. The weather was worse than the last couple of weeks, clouds looming over and turning everything gray.

“What do you mean?”

“Some people saw you walking with him after school yesterday.”

“Oh right. I didn’t have an umbrella, so he let me use his. There’s nothing going on.” I reassured her.

“Good. Stay away from him, he’s bad news.” Michèle warned as we neared the school, pupils now flooding around us.

I didn’t respond to them, only focusing on not walking into someone. Simone was looking off towards Jean-Pierre, I guessed she was happy that he only got off with a warning, but there was something else in that look.

“Why are you looking at Jean-Pierre like that?” I whispered so Simone so Michèle wouldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“You’re looking at him funny.”

“I’m not.” She stuttered out, a mix of happiness and concern on her face as she looked between me and the older boy.

“Do you like him?”

“Do I like him? I’ve barely spoke to him why would I like him!” She whispered.

“You compared him to Alain Delon the other day.”

“Yeah but… Just don’t tell anyone, please.” She turned to look at me, holding her pinky out.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” I replied connecting our fingers.

“Thank you Y/N.” She smiled.

As we walked past Jean-Pierre and his friends, Simone kept turning around and smiling at him, Michèle completely oblivious.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The previous week we had been doing multiple, beginning of term tests. Revision for it took up most of my time, meaning I hadn’t been able to go out a lot, only rarely for errands.

“Laubrac, some progress. That’s 4.” The teacher said as he handed the marked tests back. Most of the class laughed at this, while some remained silent.

I averaged in most classes, earning between 12-15, which I was proud of considering I didn’t really pay attention in some of the classes.

Annick usually scored higher than everyone, as well as Felbec. They both always came top of the class. Descamps however, didn’t do as well, scoring around 7 or 8 on every test.

The teachers forgave him though, considering he had lost an eye and experienced trauma. The bandage was soon replaced with a brown eye patch, which suited him more.

The next class I zoned out in, watching as the rain dropped down the window and made a soft patting sound.

“You are all going to prepare a presentation, but in pairs.”

My head snapped towards the teacher at this. Presenting in front of a class, especially with boys in the room, is horrible.

“I’m going to be picking these pairs, because if you were to work with your friend, you will get nothing done.” The teacher says as he looks towards Descamps and Dupin, who just laughed in response.

“Every pair of students will then present their work to the class.” I internally groaned at this, anxiety already building up inside of me. The teacher then began listing names off of the register.

“Sabiani and Pichon?” This pair made the class laugh, especially the boys in the back corner of the room, knowing they were going to bully Pichon because of it.

“Hey look, Pichon’s blushing. He’s turned pink like a pig!”

“That’s enough, Dupin.” The teacher called, sounding fed up of them.

“Do we have to work together in pairs, sir?” Annick raised her hand, Pichon looking at her in sadness.

“That’s the whole point of this exercise, and most importantly, your pair’s average, will be your grade.”

He then continued to rattle off some more names. Michèle was partnered with a random boy, and Simone was partnered with Applebaum.

“L/N and Descamps?”

I internally groaned again at this, picking at my fingernails before slowly looking back at Descamps. He had a small smirk plastered on his face, looking at Dupin before turning to look at me.

I wasn’t happy to be working with Descamps, knowing I would probably be the only one getting work done. But I wasn’t disappointed either, this way I get to know him a bit more.

“How does that sound?” The teacher asked happily once he had partnered everyone up.

Nobody replied, some looking at their partner and smiling while others just faces the front, not amused.

The bell rang, and everyone scrambled to grab their things.

“I feel sorry for you Y/N, having to work with Descamps. Surely you can ask to change?” Simone said as we walked down the school stairs, heading for break.

“I’m sure it will be fine. He won’t do any work anyway, so I can do the presentation on whatever I want.” I smiled back.

“Yeah, I guess that’s an advantage.” Michèle shrugged as we went to sit down on the benches outside.

“Me and Simone are going to ask if we can work together. We don’t really feel comfortable working with a boy after what happened a couple of weeks ago.” Michèle said, fiddling with her hands on her lap.

“I don’t blame you, I don’t feel comfortable either but, it’s either Descamps or a random boy I don’t know.” I shrugged and they agreed with me.

Michèle starts talking, while Simone smiles, looking into the distance. I look in the direction she is, and Jean-Pierre is walking towards us, a book in his hand.

“Here, this is yours.” He says to Michèle, holding it out to her, “I put it in my bag by mistake.”

“Thanks.” The girl smiles.

“Bye then.” He walks away abruptly, Simone’s smile fading when he didn’t even glance at her.

“English isn’t the problem for me, it’s maths.” Michelè begins to rant, “I got three out of twenty on the last test.”

“Three out of twenty isn’t so bad.” Simone sighs, still looking at Jean-pierre. I nudge her slightly with my elbow, smiling.

“L/N. Can we talk?” A voice comes from behind. All three of us turn around at the same time. Descamps is stood there, not looking at the other two, just me.

“Uhm sure.” I say wearily, looking at the other two girls, who are just glaring the boy down. He starts to walk away, and I stand up to follow him, leaving my bag with the two girls.

Once we made it a fair distance from Simone and Michèle he turns to me, leaning his back against the wall that we walked towards.

“We’ll have to go to your place, for the project.” He says, not looking at me, just pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.

“Why mine?” I ask, pulling my cardigan closer to my body, the September air hitting me.

“Because we can’t go to mine.” He blows smoke, looking straight ahead.

“Why?”

“Because. We can’t go to mine.” He says more sternly this time.

“We can’t go to mine either.”

“Why not?” He turns to me.

“My brother, he doesn’t like it when I have boys in the house. My mother is the same.” I cross my arms over my chest and look up at him.

“What? What if you tell them it’s for a school project.”

“I don’t know how they’ll feel.” I shrug.

“Oh well. Meet me after school. We can go straight to yours.” He turns away to take another drag of his cigarette and blow the smoke away from me.

“Okay, by the school gates?”

“Yes.”

I nod at him awkwardly.

“Is there anything else you wanted to say, or is that it?” I ask him, tilting my head.

He hesitates for a moment, before mumbling that he had nothing else to say, and walks off towards his friends.

I stand there for a few seconds, watching him, before turning on my heel and walking back towards the two girls on the bench.

“What was that about?” They asked once I had sat down.

“Nothing, just the project.” I shook my head, still thinking about the interaction.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Like he said, Joseph was sat on a wall by the school gates, smoking again. As I approached him he turned to me and threw the cigarette away, stomping on it once he had came down from the wall.

“Sorry if you waited long, I was talking with Simone and Michèle.”

“It’s fine, had the chance to have a cigarette anyway.” He nodded, “Are we going?”

“Yeah.”

Everyone had left by now. The streets were silent except for the occasional rumble of a passing car.

“So, what did you want to do the project on?” I asked, turning to him as we walked up my street.

“Not sure, you can figure that out.” He replied, looking between his feet and the street ahead.

“Okay. Are you going to do anything in this project?”

“If you tell me to.” He replied, smirking at the ground.

“Descamps you have to do something, it can’t just be me that would be unfair.” I said when we approached my house.

“I will do something. I’ll be emotional support for you.”

“Oh, as if you know what emotional support is.” I laughed, opening the door, “Michael!”

My brother came out from the kitchen as we stood in the doorway.

“This is Descamps. We have to do a project for French.” I told him.

“Why are you with a boy?” He asked, chewing on an apple.

“We got paired up by the teacher.” I shuffled on my feet, gripping my bag tighter.

“Right, okay. Keep your door open and both of you don’t sit on the bed at the same time.” Michael replied, pointing his finger between us as he glared Descamps down.

“Yeah I know.” I sighed and walked past him, Descamps closing the front door and following.

“Door open!” My brother called as we walked up the stairs.

“I know!”

As I walked into my room, setting my bag down on a chair, taking my cardigan off and putting it on the back of the chair as well. Joseph stood in the doorway, looking around.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around to him and leaning my hand on my chair.

“You live here?”

“Yes…”

“You look like you do.” He said, taking his jacket off.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” I took his jacket off of him and hung it on a hook with my cardigans.

“No.” He replied simply, turning around to slightly shut the door, leaving about a 4 inch gap.

“So,” He turned to me, “What do you want to do the project on?”

“Camus?”

“Sounds good.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After about 15 minutes of me researching books and writing notes, Descamps finally spoke up.

“Why do you hang around with Michèle?” He said, leaning against the headboard of my bed.

“What?” I replied, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed frame, open books scattered around me.

“I don’t get why you like her so much.”

“She’s my friend.”

“She’s an attention seeker. You don’t deserve to be around people like that.”

“She’s not an attention seeker.” I sigh, looking up at him and putting down the book I was holding.

“Did you see the way she was dressed on the first day.”

“It was a hot day. Anyway you could have ignored her but you decided to pour water all over her.”

“She’ll get over it.” He said, sitting up more and looking away from me.

I continue to look at him before picking up the book and going back to reading.

“He only got off with a warning.”

“Hm?” I hummed, not looking up from my book.

“Jean-Pierre. He only got off with a warning, while I’m stuck with an eye patch for the rest of my life.”

I turn around fully to face him, leaning my arm on the top of the bed by his legs.

“Yeah it’s not fair, I get that. You have every right to be mad at him. Besides, you look cool with an eye patch.”

“You think?” He turns to look at me, smiling and sitting up more.

“Yeah, it suits you.”

He laughs and gets up from the bed, moving a few books to the side to sit next to me on the floor.

“You should sit on the bed for a bit, the floor can get uncomfortable.”

“Won’t you be uncomfortable though?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He shook his head and looks down at his lap.

“Thank you.” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder to pull myself up and going to lean against the wall, my legs now a few inches away from the back of his head.

“Is there anything I could do?” He says, turning around to look at me.

“Umm… I guess you could make a few notes on the context of L'etranger. I was going to do that next anyway.” I replied, sitting up and leaning down to pick up a book and give it to him.

He takes the book as I stand up. Walking over to my desk to get a pen and some paper for him, I feel his eyes following me. I smile slightly and turn around.

“Here.” I say, handing him the stuff.

“Thanks.” He takes them and opens the book.

I go to sit down next to him on the floor, picking up my own book and carrying on reading.

“Aren’t you going to sit on the bed?” He turned to me.

“I’m making sure you don’t mess the project up. It goes towards my grade as well.” I reply, leaning my head against my bed frame.

“R-right.” The boy says, maintaining eye contact with me but not saying anything else.

“Y/N?” I hear from down the corridor, my mother’s footsteps becoming louder, before she enters the room. “Your brother said you’re working on a project with a boy.”

“Y-yes. This is Joseph Descamps.” I say, sitting up straight.

Descamps stands up and goes to shake my mother’s hand, “Hello.”

“Are you staying for dinner?” She asks.

He turns to look at me questioningly, and I give him a nod.

“If that’s alright.” He looks back around.

“Yes that’s fine. It’s nice to know Y/N is actually making friends and she’s not just hauled up in her room like she always is.”

I feel my face turn red at this and rest my head against the palm of my hand. Joseph turns around laughing at me, putting his hands in his pockets as my mother walks away.

“I like her.” He carries on laughing as he goes to sit down next to me, closer this time.

My face goes even redder at the close distance between us, and I try to distract myself by reading.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So, Joseph, have you lived here for a while?” My mother asks, trying to break the silence around the table while we eat.

“Yeah, my whole life, in two different houses though. The first one was just outside of the city, but now I live a few streets down from here.” He replies after swallowing a mouthful of carrots.

“That’s nice. I’m guessing you like it here then.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” He replies, before turning his head to me, asking me to say something so he could get a break.

“How was work?” I ask my mother.

“It was alright, a lot of customers at the shop.”

I nod, not knowing what to say next. My brother, sat across from Joseph doesn’t say anything, just eating his food and staring down the boy across from him, making the whole situation more awkward.

When we had finished eating, I took all of the plates to the kitchen, offering to help my mother clean up.

“Should I go pack away the books upstairs?” Joseph asks me.

“Yeah, thank you. I think we’ve done enough for today.” I smile, which he returns and starts making his way up the stairs.

I clean everything up for a few minutes before making my way upstairs. Descamps is sat down, stacking all of the books neatly at the foot of my bed.

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

He looks up at me standing over him before holding his hand out to me. I take it and pull him up.

“I should probably get going now, it’s getting dark.” He says, walking past me to my door and taking his coat off the hook.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I have nothing better to do.” Walking to grab my cardigan, I notice it’s not in its usual place, placed on the seat of the chair instead of the back of it. Weird.

I put it on anyway and turn to Joseph, who’s stood watching me.

“C’mon.” He says, and walks out of my room. I smile at him behind his back.

Once we made our way downstairs we go to my mother.

“Thank you for the meal madam.” Descamps says as he sticks his hand out towards her.

“You’re welcome. You’ll have to come over again, I have a lot more questions to ask you.” She smiles, shaking his hand as he laughs.

“Let’s go before it’s dark.” I tell him, smiling at my mother as I gently grab the boys arm and walk towards the door.

We exchange goodbyes, and as soon as I close the door behind me I let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure.” He says, stepping towards me.

“I’m sure. Let’s get going, it’s getting dark.”

“Want to get rid of me that easily?” He smiles.

“Yes.” I say sarcastically, laughing as we start to walk.

After a few minutes I notice we had gotten closer to each other, our shoulders almost touching. I look up at him, admiring his face underneath the golden street laps. Why is he so horrible to Michèle, but completely fine with me?

The boy turns to look at me, and I quickly look away, now focusing on my shoes as he laughs quietly to himself.

“This is my house.” He says and stops outside of a brown door. He turns to me, not saying anything.

“Oh, you don’t live that far away.”

He shakes his head, still looking at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I start, not knowing what else to say.

“See you tomorrow.” He replies, smiling as he goes to open his door.

Quickly, I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek before quickly turning around and walking away, not wanting to see how he reacted.

After walking a few feet, I turn my head back, and he’s still stood there looking at me, hand on the doorknob, and a blush on his face.

I smile to myself and carry on walking home.

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A/N: how on earth do i put a submission box on my profile i don’t know how to use tumblr 😭

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ III . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Warnings: a lot of writing, swearing.

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Michèle, Simone and me had planned to meet up at the butchers shop before school. My shoes clanked against the pavement as I walked side by side with my brother.

“What happened yesterday?” He questioned.

“Hm?”

“In school, I heard something happened, like a fight.”

“Oh, right. Yeah a fight happened and a boy got really hurt.” I looked over to him but he was just looking off into the distance ahead.

“You didn’t get hurt?”

“No it wasn’t like that, I just watched it.”

“Okay, good.”

Soon we arrived at the butcher’s. Simone was already waiting there, leaning against the side of the building in her long blue coat and white skirt.

“I’m going to walk the rest of the way with my friends.”

My brother turned to look at me, “Okay, just don’t be late. You know I’ll get the blame for it if you’re late.”

“Yes, I know.” I sighed and headed towards Simone as Michael walked away.

“You’re itching your leg a lot.” I stated when she turned around at the sound of my footsteps.

“Y/N! You’re here, finally I don’t have to wait on my own.” She sighed in relief, “Yeah, I fell over this morning, a massive bruise is starting to form on my leg, and we have physical education today!”

“Oh wow, hopefully your shorts will cover it.” I say, leaning against the wall next to her.

“I hope so.” She groaned before turning to look at the door, Michèle’s brother, Jean-Pierre walking out.

“Hello Jean-Pierre.” She greets him, smiling wildly. He doesn’t respond, only looking at the two of us and walking away.

“He’s in a good mood.” I say and Simone turns to look at me with a small laugh.

Michèle is soon to walk out of the door after him.

“What’s that all about?” Simone asks her as we start walking towards the school.

“Jean-Pierre has his disciplinary meeting this afternoon.” She looks down at the ground.

“Oh yeah, how do you think it’s going to go?” I ask her, leaning forward over Simone to look at her.

“I’m not sure, hopefully good otherwise I won’t be able to go to school any longer.”

“Don’t think about it, there’s nothing you can do.” Simone reassured her, “Do you know what else is happening this afternoon? Our first PE class, and guess what? I fell over this morning, and I’ve got a massive bruise coming.” She complains, swinging her arms for exaggeration.

“If you pull your shorts over it now and again, I’m sure no one will notice.” I try and make her feel better.

“That’s the thing, boys notice these sorts of things! One bruise on my leg and all the boys are put off, thinking I’m too clumsy or something.”

Me and Michèle giggle in response as we walk through the school gates.

“Hello Matine, hello Monique!” Simone smiles at a group of girls as we pass them.

“Do you know everyone’s names already?” Michèle questions.

“Not everyone no, just the girls.” She says, still smiling. “I hope we’re not doing endurance stuff! Do either of you sweat much?- Hello Laubrac!”

“Simone how many people do you know?” I laugh at her.

“Why did you say hello to him?” Michèle asks.

“Well why wouldn’t I? People are so strange.” After saying this, we turn to look at two boys glaring at Michèle from across the yard.

“My brother gets expelled-”

“He’s not going to.” Simone states.

“Have you forgotten about Descamps? The guy lost an eye.”

“Descamps lost an eye?” I question, “So does he have to wear a fake one now, or have an eyepatch?”

“I can’t imagine Descamps with an eyepatch, he’d look like a pirate!” Simone exclaims, “Anyway, he’s at home, recovering. So the teachers won’t see him. Who will they see? Jean-Pierre!” she explains with her hands flailing by her chest.

“Your brother,” she carries on, “with his handsome good looks, his good grades, his good manners. They’ll forget all about the one eyed boy.”

We come to a stop at the school stairs, the boys in front of us having turned around and staring at something behind us. The three of us look at each other before turning around curiously.

Descamps was stood at the school gates, bag in hand as he looked around miserably. Part of me was happy he was okay, and that his injury hasn’t effected him that much that he didn’t need to stay off school. But another part of me was worried because of the meeting this afternoon, and how the teachers will be thinking of him instead of Jean-Pierre.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

First period was history. Mrs Giraud’s high heels clacked against the wooden floor boards, as I zoned out. We were still in the same seating plan, Michèle and Simone sitting on one desk, me sitting alone on one next to them.

My eyes kept wondering over to Descamps, my mind filled with worry for him. He was just looking down at his paper, or at the board.

A white bandage covered his left eye. As I observed him, I didn’t notice him looking back at me, arms crossed over his chest as he kept a straight face. His gaze looks more dark than yesterday, it was clear the incident had affected him.

Quickly, I looked away, embarrassed, and pretended to be focused on the teacher as she asked a question. I turned slowly to look back at Descamps, curious if he was still looking at me, and he was.

Annick and Felbec both raised their hands quickly, my attention now drawn to them. Mrs Giraud looked at Annick before calling on the boy.

“The 5th to the 12th of September 1914.” He stated as he stood up confidently.

“Mhm, and who were the opposing army?”

At this Annick raised her hand higher, leaning on her desk slightly.

“Miss Sabiani, are you trying to climb onto your desk so I can see you?” Bluebeard started, “Don’t you draw enough attention to yourself?”

Annick looked defeated at this while the class murmured. Poor girl.

“The opposing army?”

“The French and the German.” She responded, hands folded in front of her.

“And the British Force. If you only know half the answer, don’t bother putting your hand up.” Mrs Giraud states cockily as she walks away, “And if you would tie your hair up? We’re not in a barn.”

I feel eyes on me, and turn towards Descamps again. His gaze remained the same, emotionless. He shuffled in his seat slightly when he noticed me looking at him, but he remained eye contact.

“Let’s move on to naming our class leader.” This got most of the class’ attention. I slowly turned my head away from Descamps as he continued to look at me, not wavering his gaze.

Felbec raised his hand again, ��In the past, my classmates have always picked me for class leader.” He states proudly, “I’m studious and I get good grades.” The class laughs at this.

"Well, I'm not like your previous teachers. You'll have to earn it." Mrs Giraud smiles.

I grimace, looking a Michèle who has the same reaction. The smile doesn’t suit her.

"Does the Battle of Marathon mean anything to anyone?" Mrs Giraud asks, pacing in front of the class as no one answers.

"Very well. Whoever can give me the date of the Battle of Marathon this afternoon will be named class leader." She tells everyone.

After this I zone out, figuring anything worth listening in on was over now. If I needed to learn anything I could always look at textbooks at home to catch up.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

We got sent to get changed for PE after break, in the teachers bathroom. Simone was taking a while, presumably trying to make her shorts sit in a way that covered her bruise.

Me and Michèle stood outside, leaning on a wall waiting for her.

“Are you feeling okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m alright, still just nervous about this afternoon.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay. You’re brother is a top student, they wouldn’t want to get rid of a top student.”

She nods and smiles at me, grateful for the reassurance.

“Notice how the boys have a whole changing room, and we can only use the teachers toilet?” Simone complains from behind the door.

“My brother hates me.” Michèle sighs, changing the subject.

“He doesn’t.” I turn to look at her.

“I swear even before all this, he kept his distance.”

Simone comes out of the bathroom, trying to pull her shorts down over her leg more.

“A brother can never hate his sister.” She states while shutting the door.

“Because you’re lucky.”

“What? My brother stayed in Algiers with my parents. I doubt I’ll even see him for Christmas.”

As we head outside to class, the two carry on the conversation about Algiers while I walk along side them.

Once we reach the sports hall, Simone starts worrying about her bruise again, trying to cover it up with her blue shorts.

“Don’t try and hide it, you’ll just draw attention to it.” I tell her.

“Now it’s yellow and green with purple spots. It’s horrible!”

“Nobody will see it.” Michèle reassures her, shaking her head as we walk towards the teacher to wait.

“Yeah right, everyone will see it.” She sighs defeatidly as we watch the boys walk in, “Shorts and in blue which will make it worse. I’m gonna turn sideways.” She shuffles her feet and faces a different direction.

As Annick walks in, everyone turned to look at her. Whistles sounded from the boys that echoed around the room.

“Hm, no need to turn sideways after all.” Simone looks at us.

“How does she get her hair so smooth?” Michèle questions.

“No idea. Maybe you should ask her. Start up a conversation so we can be better friends with her.” I turn to the side to look at them both.

“I don’t have the confidence to do that. I’ll be scared incase she judges me.” Michèle replies.

“She won’t, you’re just asking her a question.” I state. The conversation stops once Annick stands by us, and we all give her an awkward smile.

The teacher then hands out balls to some of the boys, telling them to warm up. The four of us just stand off to the side, waiting to be given something to do.

Applebaum passes behind us to put his glasses down. I watch as he walks, noticing how he tries to glance in our direction every now and again.

Just then Descamps and Dupin walk in confidently, and my gaze is drawn to them.

“If you want to stay with us, you can go to the side, okay?” The teacher tells Descamps as he isn’t in PE uniform. He goes to sit on the bleachers, hands in his pockets.

“Gentlemen! Let’s start a game.” The teacher calls loudly, “I want two teams on the court, one facing the other.”

“Sir!” Annick shouts, raising her hand and indicating that the girls need something to do as well.

“Ah. The girls.”

He then made us lay out mats as he brought the rope from the ceiling down.

“They get handball, and we get this?” Simone complains as we all look between each other and the rope.

Annick is the first one to grab the rope. Crossing her legs around it and using her arms to bring herself up.

A loud thwack comes from the side of us, catching my attention. Applebaum is on the floor, rubbing his head as Laubrac stands over him, hand on his shoulder in reassurance.

“Ouch.” I say to the other two girls, making them look over to him.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Descamps smirking at him. As I turn my focus onto him, he looks to me, still smirking. This time I don’t break eye contact as quickly, staring at him for a few seconds before focusing back on Annick.

“She’s even good at gym.” Simone says admiringly as she holds the robe to keep it steady, “She’s like Marilyn Monroe!” Me and Michèle laugh at this, Simone smiling as well.

“We have nothing in common with her.” She carries on, “Have you seen her skin? She’s perfect, that’s Hollywood skin.” Simone focuses behind us, “Think your brother needs you there.”

We all look towards the door, noticing Jean-Pierre standing by the door with panic on his face. The blonde girl runs over there quickly, me and Simone watching them talk.

“Y/N, can you take the rope? I’m going to see if they need help.” Simone questions and hands me the rope before running off to the door.

I turn to look back up at Annick, to make sure she’s doing okay. She’s already halfway up the rope, and she doesn’t look tired.

In front of me I can still see Descamps looking my way. Once he notices I was looking at him, he quickly looks away, focusing on the boy’s game and pretending to be interested in it.

I laugh at this, and turn back to look at the door. Michèle had run off, now leaving Jean-Pierre and Simone to talk. She looked up at him happily while he just looked at her confused.

Running back to me she smiles and takes the rope back.

“Thanks. Oh my gosh she’s so high up!”

“Mhm. What did Jean-Pierre need?” I ask, looking at her.

“His blazer ripped, so he asked Michèle to find him another one.” She replies, looking between me and Annick.

Laubrac runs out of the room, his shirt ripped. Both me and Simone watch him as he runs towards the lockers.

“Michèle didn’t go into the boys locker room, right?” I ask worriedly.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. It’s Laubrac, he won’t say anything.” She says before looking over my shoulder, “Hey, Descamps is looking at us.”

Quickly I turn my head in his direction, and he doesn’t look away. What’s his problem with staring?

“Do you think he’s mad at us because of what happened with his eye?” Questions Simone.

“Why would he be mad at us?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because we’re friends with Michèle.”

I turn back to her, “No, I don’t think so. I think he’s just a teenage boy, you know what they’re like, always staring.” We both giggle.

We notice that Michèle had ran back to Jean-Pierre now, handing him a blue blazer as he smiles and runs off.

As Michèle runs back towards us, Annick comes down from the rope, trying to steady her breathing.

“I’ll go next.” Michèle says as she grabs hold of the rope.

Me and the two other girls go to sit down on the matt as she begins to climb.

“You always hold yourself so straight.” Simone says to Annick, trying to mimic her posture, “Did your mum teach you that?”

“No.” The blonde girl replies dryly.

“How do you get your hair so nice?” I ask her this time, leaning forward over Simone so I can look at Annick.

“Uhm, conditioner and rollers.” She looks back at me.

I nod, and there’s an awkward silence for a minute or two as we watch the boys play.

“Ever been to Hollywood?” Simone breaks the silence.

Annick just turns to look at her, confused. Simone seems embarrassed by the question when the girl doesn’t answer. She turns to look at me with a sad smile before we all focus back on the boys.

It’s silent until Michèle comes down, then the teacher blows the whistle, indicating the end of the lesson.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After getting changed, we head to sit on a bench for break. I sit in between the two girls, Simone staring at Annick and Michèle zoning out. I look at Descamps and Pichon talking, the shorter boy having to look up quite a bit to look him in the eye. What an odd pair to be having such a calm conversation.

“Why doesn’t she talk to us?” I turn to look at Simone and Annick when she says this, “Must be a film star thing. She said she’s never been to Hollywood, but we don’t know that. Are you listening to me?” She turns to the both of us.

“Uh, yeah.” This catches Michèle’s attention. She looks concerned about her brother, biting her lip and fiddling with her hands.

“Disciplinary hearings take a long time, don’t worry about it!” The short haired girl shrugged her shoulders, as Michèle looks away, thinking about something.

“Have you used the rope a lot?” She turns to look at the both of us.

“I haven’t.” I shrug.

“No. Why do you ask?” Simone smiles.

“No, it’s fine.” Michèle says, flustered.

Pichon comes up behind us, making me jump and turn towards him.

“Annick!” He says, quite quietly as he leans on the back of the bench.

“Why don’t you just go and talk to her?” Simone says as Annick walks over to us.

“What do you want?”

“Uh, can I talk to you?” He looks nervous.

The three of us watch as they walk away.

“Do you think he likes her?” I turn back to the other two.

“Yes.” Simone replied immediately, nodding her head, while Michèle carries on watching them.

“Is he asking for her hand in marriage?” Simone laughs. And we both turn back to look at the curiously.

After a few minutes she turn away, and walks back.

“She looks angry.” I state. She then turns to look at us, and we all quickly look away, pretending to be busy and in conversation.

“So, how are you?” Simone says to us loudly, so Annick thinks we weren’t focused on her.

“I am good.” I nod as we all burst into laughter.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Next class was history, and I was excited to see if Annick or Felbec had the answer.

“So, who has earned the honour of becoming class captain?” Mrs Giraud asks the class as she places her coat over her chair.

Two hands are raised, Felbec and Descamps. I look at Descamps confused. Since when did he participate in class? She calls on Felbec first.

“The 5th century BC.” He states plainly as he stands.

“That is correct.” She nods, and he looks pleased with himself, “But if I asked you to give me the date of the Battle of Verdun, what would you say? The twentieth century?” She humiliates him, and he looks down in embarrassment as he returns to his chair.

“Descamps?” She calls, and he stands up fiddling with his fingers nervously. It’s a weird look for Descamps, not a bad one, just weird.

“Four hundred and ninety BC” He states, waiting for Mrs Giraud to respond. The whole class is surprised by him giving an answer, me included.

“Congratulations, Descamps. Can you tell me where you found that date?” She tilts her head.

“Uhm, in the textbook.”

“Surprising. The Persian Wars aren't part of the curriculum.”

I turn to look at Descamps. Part of me feels sorrow for him, but part of me also feels relieved that he got caught. I had a feeling he cheated.

“In another book then, I don’t really remember.” He says as he shuffles on his feet.

“You’ve forgotten already? If you can’t remember where you got the date, how will you remember anything when you get your diploma?” She says confidently to him.

Pichon pushes his chair back and stands up, causing all heads to turn to him.

“I gave him the date.” He says. That’s why they were talking earlier. “Four hundred and ninety BC. It’s in the book on Ancient Greece. I know that because… I read it in the book.”

I look at Descamps, he seems a mix of upset and mad. I guess he really wanted to be class captain.

“And why did you give Descamps the answer?” Mrs Giraud said sternly.

“I wasn’t sure if I could do it,” He fiddles with his fingers nervously, “Be class captain.”

“Pichon, you are our class captain.” She states, leaning her fingertips on the back of her chair.

Pichon looks down, smiling slightly before sitting back down in his chair. Descamps in the opposite, clenching his jaw and fists as he look over at Pichon.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Should I iron Laubrac’s jacket before I give it back to him?” Michèle asks as we walk, it was the end of the school day.

“Do you like him?” I question her excitedly.

“N-no! What makes you say that?”

“You do like him!” Simone squeals, “if you want to make a good impression then iron his jacket. That’ll make him like you.”

“You think?” She laughs.

“Definitely.” I nod in agreement, “Oh, I forgot my cardigan.” I say to the two girls when we walked by a window, realising how cold it was outside.

“You two carry on, I’ll go back and get it.” I tell them with a smile, and start walking away.

“We can wait for you if you’d like.” Simone says, Michèle nodding next to her.

“No, no. It’s fine. I have errands to run anyway.” I wave my hands at them.

“Okay! See you tomorrow.” They both say and I nod and smile back before heading to my last lesson.

I knock on the door, the teacher was sat at his desk looking at papers when I walk in.

“Sorry sir, I left my cardigan in here.” I say, shuffling on my feet nervously.

“That’s yours is it? Go ahead.” He doesn’t look up, just reading the papers.

“Thank you.” I walk across the classroom to my desk, before picking up my cream cardigan and walking out, closing the door behind me.

As I walk into the corridor, Descamps and his friends walk past. His head turns to me as he stops.

“Joseph?” His friends question.

“Carry on, I have stuff to do.” He nods to them as they walk away.

“Are you okay? Did you need anything?” I ask him curiously.

“Uhm, no. Just wanted to talk.” He says, looking at me and passing his bag and umbrella to the other hand while he shuffles on his feet.

“Oh, okay. About what?” I look at him as I turn and we begin to walk through the corridor, me putting on my cardigan.

“Yesterday. You know, at lunch.” He stares down at his feet.

“Really? You want to talk about it?”

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

“You feel bad? Joseph Descamps feels bad about his actions?” I laugh.

“Shut up. I do. You didn’t do anything to me and I went at you. You were just defending your friend.” He explains with his hands in his pockets.

“Since when did you get all sappy? Aren’t you supposed to be the big, strong bully?” I mock him.

He smiles and sighs.

“I just wanted to apologise. Just know that if I start on you, I don’t mean it.” He stops and looks at me, me doing the same.

“You don’t mean it?”

He shakes his head.

“What about other people?”

“What do you mean other people?”

“When you argue with Michèle do you mean it?”

“Well yeah, I don’t like her.” He shakes his head and points to the bandage on his face.

“Oh, right.” We turn and start walking again. “In all fairness though it was Jean-Pierre who did that to you.”

He sighs louder this time, and I start to feel sorry for him.

“You didn’t deserve it. Yeah you were mean to Michèle but, you didn’t deserve that.” I say as i point to my own eye. He turns to look at me, a small smile on his face for a second.

“It suits you.” I tell him.

“The bandage?”

“Yeah. The whole one eyed thing. Makes you look cool.”

He laughs in response as we get towards the school doors.

“Fuck.” I mumble, and stop in my tracks once I notice it’s raining.

“What?”

“The rain, I didn’t bring an umbrella, my mum said the sky was supposed to be clear today.” I tell him as he turns around to look at me.

“Just use mine?”

“Use yours?” He nods at me.

“I don’t mind. Here.” He hands me the black umbrella and I smile at him.

“Thank you.” I open it up and step outside with him, covering him with the umbrella as well as we start to walk.

I have to hold my hand up pretty high for it to reach over his head. He notices this and takes the umbrella for me, covering the both of us as he holds it.

We don’t talk much as we walk in the direction of my house, just small talk and talk about school.

The rain comes down heavier, splashing against the umbrella.

“This is my house.” I turn to him once we get close to the door.

“Already?” He looks down at me.

“Hm?”

“Nothing. Just get inside, I don’t want you getting anymore wet.” I nod at him in response.

“Thank you, for walking me home, and the umbrella.” I smile.

“It’s fine, I like your company anyway.”

“You’re a completely different person when you’re on your own Descamps.” I laugh at him while opening my house door.

“Shut up. No I’m not.”

“If you say so. Goodbye.”

“Bye.” He walks away with a stern face, making me laugh.

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A/N: HELP I DIDNT REALISE HOW LONG YHIS WAS UNTIL I LOOKED BACK OVER IT 😭😭 my thumbs are killing.

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ II . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Warnings: Suggestive comments

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After a long hour, the bell rang. Everyone quickly stood up and gathered their things.

Michèle had not came back for her bag yet, so Simone packed up both of their things, me waiting for her as she did so.

“Do you think she got into a lot of trouble?” She questioned as she stuffed her pencil case into her bag.

“I don’t think so, the dean’s her uncle and she wasn’t the one who wrote the note.”

She hummed in response before swinging her bag over her shoulder and handing me Michèle’s light green cardigan to carry.

By now most people had left, the classroom a lot quieter now.

“What’s his name?” I leaned in and whispered to Simone before she turned her head to look at me.

“Who?”

I nodded my head towards the tall boy with the glasses behind me.

“I’m not sure…” She shook her head softly, “Something beginning with D I think.”

“I’ll find out later.” I whispered back, “Let’s go, we need to give Michèle her things back.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Are you alright?” Simone asked Michèle worriedly as we walked over to her outside, “Did things go badly with your uncle?”

“Yeah, even the teachers aren’t happy we’re here apparently.” Michèle sighed defeatedly as we handed her her bag and cardigan.

“Well that’s reassuring.” I joked.

“The teachers maybe, as for the boys I’m not so sure.” Simone smirked, “Going by the way they look at us, some of the boys are happy we’re here.

“You reckon?” Michèle giggled as we looked around, “But they’re not like that in class.”

“The ones in our class are still immature, I’m talking about the ones in the upper forms, they’re the ones we’re interested in.” Simone states as she starts backing away from us slowly, “I’ve gotta go I’m gonna burst.”

As she runs off towards the bathroom I scan the grounds. Everyone is minding their own business, while my eyes are drawn towards the same boy again, sitting on a bench with two other boys sat around him.

Simone runs back to us quickly, giggling, her arms flailing by her head, “That was the boys bathroom, I came face to face with-”

“What’s going on!?”

We all turn and see an older boy stood by the doorway with his arms thrown up angrily.

“Sorry!” Simone giggles as she grabs my arm and starts walking away.

“That’s so embarrassing!” Michèle exclaims.

“Do they not have a bathroom for the girls?” I turn to the other two once we walked a fair distance from the bathroom.

“Don’t think so, I haven’t seen one.” Michèle shrugs.

“Well that’s annoying.”

They both nod in agreement.

“Don’t turn around, but there’s a boy heading our way.” Simone whispers.

Michèle slowly turns her head behind us before I quickly turn her head back with the tips of my fingers, the other girl giggling at the action.

A cough is heard and we all slowly turn around to face him, acting as though we hadn’t seen him beforehand.

“Why did you stand up for him?” It was the boy with the glasses.

“What?”

“Laubrac. You stood up for him last lesson.”

“Y-yeah, because he didn’t write the note.”

Me and Simone remained silent, watching the scene unfold.

“Well you shouldn’t have, if the teacher would have listened I could have been the one getting into trouble.” He puts his hands in his pockets and turns his head towards me slightly, making eye contact.

“Rightfully so!” Michèle exclaims.

He rolls his eyes and turns back to her, “Just keep quiet from now on, we don’t need your annoying voice in the classroom snitching on people.”

As he walks away I admire him again. His head turning slightly to look back at me as he does.

Michèle and Simone turn to face each other, scoffing at the ‘rude boy’.

“I don’t like him, he’s so full of himself.”

Suddenly the bell rings, and I turn to face the two other girls with a small smile.

“Let’s go, don’t want to be late for class.” I tell them before walking towards the school doors.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next hour of lesson went by quickly, not a lot happened, just awkward eye contact from across the classroom and a lot of boring information from the teacher.

Lunch rolled around next, all of the girls were sat on one table at the back. The soft chatter from the other students filled the room.

“Is it true you’re the dean’s niece?” Annick, who I was sat across from, asked Michèle.

“Yes…” Michèle replied reluctantly.

“Handy.” the blonde girl shrugged.

Me and Simone continued chewing on our food, listening in on the conversation.

Suddenly, Pichon fell onto our table, his hand landing onto Annick’s plate, as laughter filled the room.

“S-sorry Annick.” He said softly, “Would you like my lunch?”

“It’s that moron who should be doing something about it.” Michèle starts confidently as people began booing.

We all turn to look at the table diagonally in-front of us, the boy with the glasses turned around in his chair with a smirk on his face.

“Is there a problem with the dean’s niece?” He his arm on the back of his chair, “Laubrac is innocent, Descamps is bad the bad one.” He mocks her voice and sticks his bottom lip out for affect.

I turn to Pichon and give him a reassuring smile as he stands by me awkwardly, wiping his hands of the food.

As I turn back to the boys table, Descamps is turned to look at me, but he quickly looks away once he notices me.

“The deans niece and the bastard, what a beautiful love story!” The room fills with noise at the statement as he turns back to laugh with his friends.

“By the way what did you write that was so interesting earlier?” I question him, attempting to stand up for Michèle.

This caught his attention quickly, and he turns back towards me curiously, eye brows raised.

“I didn’t write anything, it was a drawing.” He purses his lips, “Hang on, I’ll show you.” He smiles softly and turns back to the table.

Picking up a sauce bottle, he draws something on his potatoes before lifting the plate up.

“It’s a portrait.” He states and laughs as he shows the drawing of breasts to the table.

Simone shakes her head as I glare at him.

“Does this remind you of anyone?” She picks up a sausage, breaking it in half and holding it up to him.

This causes an eruption in the room, Descamps’ face dropping as he slowly turns back around in defeat.

I giggle at Simone and she turns to face me with a bright smile on her face.

“Hey! Calm down!” A teacher walks in and shouts.

I look back at Descamps, only to find him already looking at me, leaning on his arms and not breaking eye contact.

I was the first to look away after a few seconds, feeling my face going red from the interaction.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After lunch was finished, me and the two girls were walking side by side to our next class.

“Hey, look! He’s eyeing you up.” Simone whispered to Michèle, nodding her head to an older boy with dark hair ahead of us.

Michèle looked uncomfortable, and changed the subject.

“You any good at English?”

“Are you listening to me? You should, because that boy was really handsome.” The dark haired girl whined, “Just like Alain Delon.”

“Alain Delon?” Michèle laughed as we entered the classroom, “If the real Alain Delon was-”

Just then a bucket of water came down onto Michèle, soaking her and splashing me and Simone.

Gasps and laughs came from inside the classroom, me and Simone just looking at Michèle and at our slightly soaked clothes.

The drenched girl slowly turned around to look at us before Simone looked down at her white dress, having been soaked through and showing her bra.

Just then the English teacher walked up behind us. I moved away and entered the classroom, looking around at the shocked faces.

Descamps stood at the front with his hands in his pockets, trying to contain his smile.

“Keep an eye on them.” Miss Couret directed to Annick as she quickly took off her jacket to cover Michèle, guiding her out of the classroom.

“Why would you do that?” I asked Descamps, taking a few steps in his direction.

“Do what?” He smirked, “You have no proof I did anything.” He took a few steps towards me before turning his head towards his friends.

He then walked back and grabbed a piece of chalk, laughing as he drew another picture of breasts on the board, “Who wants to see my tits?”

I strides towards him and grabbed the chalk out of his hand, realising just how much taller he was. He quickly turned to look at me, smirking.

A shove then knocked the wind out of me, and I stumbled towards him slightly. Descamps grabbed my arm to keep me steady, looking down at me worriedly before glaring to the left.

The ‘Alain Delon’ from before had stormed into the classroom, accidentally knocked me, and punched Dupin in the face, sending him flying into a desk.

Descamps was quick to run over, trying to pull him away, but this ended in him being knocked back and punched in the face, glasses flying.

I looked over at Simone, a scared expression on both of our faces. Felbec held up the wire framed glasses, a big piece of glass missing from the left lens.

Whimpering came from Descamps as everyone stood in shock, not knowing what to do.

“Everyone back to your places!” Mr Bellanger called as he entered the classroom. Quickly he made his way over to the whimpering boy, blood dripping onto the floor.

“My eye!” He whined as he was crouched down, his hand over his face.

“Let me see.”

“My eye. I can’t see anything!”

“Don’t touch it, whatever you do, don’t touch it.” Mr Bellanger said in a state of panic.

“Pichon get matron straight away. He has a piece of glass in his eye.” He told Mrs Giraud, who was now at their side.

“We’re taking him to the hospital.”

“Get back to your classrooms!” Mrs Giraud shouted at students at the doorway, curious to see the commotion.

I stood still by the board, looking at Descamps worriedly.

An argument started across the classroom, Dupin threatening ‘Alain Delon’, before he was stopped by the teacher.

Mrs Couret, Pichon, and the matron had come into the classroom now. Mrs Couret stood in shock of what had happened in her classroom.

Descamps left with the matron while some people were sent out of the classroom.

I walked over to Simone nervously, hands at my side, not knowing what to do with myself.

“Everyone sit down!” Mr Bellanger called.

I hurriedly made my way to my seat across the classroom, sitting down and worrying about what was going to happen to Descamps.

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A/N: tumblr won’t let me add the song knee socks by arctic monkeys 😔

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ I . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Warnings: none i don’t think. a lot of awkward eye contact..

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The radio was blaring through my small bedroom, a mix of song, news, and adverts played as I looked at myself in the mirror. My baby blue dress that landed just above my knees swayed slightly in the wind from the open window.

Starting a new school is always difficult, especially when the one you’re joining is the first co-education school in France. Being one of the only 12 girls joining the school was going to be challenging, but it was the only school my parents would allow me to go to, my older brother already going there.

“Y/N! Hurry up or you’re going to be late.” My mother called as I pulled on my white cardigan and turned off the radio, the September breeze giving me goosebumps.

Making my way downstairs I throw my satchel over my shoulder clumsily before apologising.

“Stay close to your brother today, I don’t know how well you’ll get on in a school like that.” My mother instructed, smoothing out the shoulders of my cardigan.

I nodded in agreement, turning my head to look behind at my brother.

“And you, look after her, I don’t want anything to happen that could stain our name.” Mother said sternly to him.

He rolled his eyes, chewing on a piece of toast and walking past us to pick up his coat.

“Come on then.” He said reluctantly while opening the door.

My mother let go of my shoulders before giving me a re-assuring smile and I left the house with him.

“Don’t talk to me unless you need to, don’t provoke anyone, don’t get into trouble.” My brother, Michael, said as he pulled on his jacket.

I nodded at him before looking down at my feet, black shoes clanking against the pebble road.

The street wasn’t very quiet, a few people walking past with groceries, or riding on a bike. The soft hum of cars from a close road filling the street along with distant chatter.

Soon we arrived at the gates. I stopped as soon as I realised how many boys there, Michael looking back at me in confusion.

Scanning the grounds I noticed two girls stood by a board and relief washed over me. I followed slightly behind my brother in an attempt to shield myself as I walked through the crowd of boys.

He walked over to his friends, greeting them, while I walked over to the only two girls there, no longer able to hide behind my brother.

I felt all eyes on me as I walked towards them, my eyes looking at the ground but occasionally looking up at where I was going.

“Go talk to her!”

“How many are there going to be again?”

“She’s pretty.”

My eye was caught by a boy a few feet away from me, he was tall, had glasses, and was standing with a couple of other people.

I immediately looked back down at me feet once I realised he was looking back at me, his eye brows slightly raised.

“I was scared for a minute, I thought I was the only girl.” I giggled once I had reached the two girls that were looking at the board.

“So did I, I just waited by the gates until Michèle here turned up!” The girl with short black hair exclaimed, “I’m Simone.”

“I’m Y/N.” I smiled back at them both as they nodded their heads.

“It feels like everyone’s staring at us!” Simone says nervously, turning her head slightly to look around.

“They are.” Me and Michèle say in unison before giggling slightly.

“Who was that you walked in with Y/N?” Michèle asks me, tilting her head.

“Oh that was my brother, Michael.”

“That’s handy, having a brother in this school, I wouldn’t feel as scared.” Simone turns back to us with a small smile.

I hear foot steps coming up behind me in the distance, “I think a boys coming over here.” I whisper to the both of them, not daring to turn around.

They both look behind me quickly before trying to make themselves look busy, turning back to the board.

The foot steps still behind me.

“Oh no…” The boy sighs.

“Is there a problem?” Michèle questions him as we all turn to look at him curiously.

“My home room teacher is Bluebeard.” He states, turning to look at us and the board nervously.

“Bluebeard?” I ask.

“Yeah, we all call her Bluebeard.”

“Her? I thought you were talking about a man.”

“I thought Bluebeard would have a beard, but now it seems ridiculous.” Michèle giggled beside me.

The chatter from the boys around us got louder and we turned to see what was happening.

A girl with long blonde hair and a dark blue dress walks through the grounds, her hair and dress swaying in the wind as she carries her coat in her hand.

“Do you know her?”

The boy just shakes his head softly.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the boy from before stand up, his friends encouraging him, and looking our way.

Just then the bell rings, and he stands awkwardly.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After what felt like an hours long speech from one of the teachers, we finally made our way into our classrooms.

Luckily I was in the same class as Simone and Michèle, which made me feel much more relieved.

They sat down at a desk near the window, me taking a seat close to them as most of the tables were already taken.

The girl from before was one of the last ones to walk in. She stopped at the front of the class, scanning for a place to sit.

We made eye contact quickly before she looked away. She went to sit in front of me, next to the boy from the billboard before.

His feet shuffled against the wooden floor as she placed her things down.

The classroom was bustling, everyone waiting for the teacher to walk in.

I picked up on a conversation to the left of me:

“You can talk to her at lunch?”

“I will, I don’t need you telling me what to do.”

Curiously, I turned my head to look at who was talking before making eye contact with the boy from before. He was leaning on his desk, arms folded as he looked at me through the rims of his glasses. His eyes were shadowed and dark as he looked into mine.

I quickly turned away, embarrassed that I was caught looking at him.

Just then the teacher walked in, an old woman woman with straight posture. The class goes silent as I zone out.

“What’s your name?” ‘Bluebeard’ calls out sternly. I snapped back into reality, scared she was calling on me, but she was looking at the desk in front.

“Annick Sabiani.” The blonde girl stated as she stood up.

“And do you think it’s okay to sit next to a boy? Grab your things.”

Annick reaches down for her bag, but is quickly stopped.

“Not you! Pichon, grab your things and move to the back.”

“Mrs Giraud, I can’t see from the back.” Pichon complained while hesitantly picking up his bag.

“Back row, now!” Her voice pierced.

Annick sat down as he stood up and walked towards the back. I gave him a look of sympathy before he tripped up.

The boy with the glasses laughed with his friends and they watched Pichon. I glared at him and he turned to look at me, his laughs quietening slightly before he raised his eye brows at me.

“Quiet!” Mrs Giraud shouted before I turned back to face the board.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next class was no different. I still sat alone, Michèle and Simone at the desk to my right.

There was soft laughter and chattering on my left again, except I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

I zoned out again and next thing I knew Michèle was standing up for a boy named Laubrac.

“But it’s not his fault, he didn’t do it!” She exclaimed as she stood up.

Soon they were both sent out of the classroom, and I turned to look at Simone. She was already looking at me with a nervous smile.

Looking back at the board I felt a pair of eyes on me. Slowly I turned to look, and it was the same boy again, chewing on the end of his pen as we made eye contact.

This time he was the first one to break it, looking back at the board quickly when he realised he had been caught.

I slowly turned away, admiring his features as I did so, before focusing back on the teacher.

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A/N: i have a habit of writing two chapters then disappearing so hopefully i carry on with this one 😭

[olivexii]

⚠️ - 100 days

Charlie Slimecicle x f!reader

Chapter 2

Tw: Violence, gore, language

Based on the film by Slimecicle

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

The journey back to Charlie’s base was long and strenuous. You had gotten lost, Charlie leading you the wrong way multiple times, as well as it being dark.

Many zombies swarmed around the both of you as you hid up in the trees, trying to stay out of reach.

“Why do I hear them everywhere now?” Charlie sighed as he leaned over the edge of a branch.

“Charlie don’t lean that far over you’re going to fall…” You reached for him and grabbed the back of his shirt just in case.

“I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about how we’re going to get back without being eaten alive. Oh no, there’s a bunch over there too.” He pointed in the distance towards the direction of the base.

“It’s alright,” I re-assured him, “I’m sure there’ll be an opening at some point, then we can make a run for it.”

“Oh man, it’s only the start of the night as well. We might be here for hours!”

“Can you calm down for 5 minutes and help me look for an opening please?” Unlike him you didn’t loose hope.

“Alright, alright, little miss hopeful.” He mumbled the last part with an attitude.

You chose to ignore it and look around through the leaves for a gap in the swarm of zombies.

Eventually a cow walked past close to the tree you were both sitting on, temporarily distracting the zombies so they swarmed to only one side of the tree.

“Okay okay, now’s the time. Jump onto that shorter tree then we can make a run for it up that hill.” He moved without thinking and immediately jumped to the smaller tree.

You followed behind him quickly, stumbling when you landed.

“Be careful,” Charlie said as he wrapped a hand around your arm, holding you steady “won’t be very nice of you fall to the ground and I have to watch you being eaten.”

“Wouldn’t be very nice for me either.” You replied quickly.

Charlie then jumped onto the raised ground, the zombies still distracted by the cow.

“C’mon, I’ll catch you again.” He joked and you rolled your eyes, getting ready to jump.

This time you didn’t stumble, and landed on the ground steadily.

“Right let’s go before they follow us.” Charlie turned around and began walking up the hill, away from the city and towards his base, with you trailing behind.

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When you were a few minutes from his base the grumbles of zombies grew louder, causing panic in him and you.

You both began walking faster, constantly checking your surroundings with weapons drawn at your sides.

“Go go go,” Charlie said quickly as he opened the wooden door to his base, rushing in with you behind him.

“And in.” He sighed in relief as he slammed the door behind you.

His base was entirely made out of wood, lit up with a few torches and a ladder leading up in the middle.

“There’s one bed on the second floor. We can take turns sleeping and keeping watch.” He told you as he emptied the contents of his backpack into a chest.

“Great, I’ll take the first watch then.” You stated.

“No, no. I’m taking the first one,” he turns around to face you, “firstly, you need the rest and secondly I’m not even tired. And don’t even try and protest.”

“Okay fine, but if you try anything while I’m sleeping, or if you kill me, then I will kill you.” You glared at him, still not fully trusting him.

“H-how can you kill me if you’re dead?” He let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Anyway, just go up the ladder and have a snooze, I’ll wake you up in an hour or so.”

He turned back around and put food into the furnace to cook.

You began climbing the ladder up to the second floor, there was less candles up there and only a singular white bed.

“Wow, how homely.” You jokingly whispered as you placed your back pack down beside the bed, sitting down on it.

You placed the knife underneath the pillow, just in case, and took off your jacket to make yourself more comfortable.

As you lay down, the crackling sound of the furnace below became white noise, along with Charlie’s quiet foot steps.

Your hand was placed on the knife underneath the pillow, making you feel more re-assured as you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Charlie shaking your shoulder softly.

“Y/N?” he whispered, as if he was scared to wake you up.

You grumbled in reply and looked up to the taller man with your hand shielding the top of your eyes, quickly grabbing and stuffing the knife from under the pillow into your trouser pocket when he wasn’t looking.

“I let you sleep for a bit longer than an hour, you looked comfortable. But not i’m getting really tired and I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake any longer.” He said drowsily.

“Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute to wake up.” You yawned in reply, his hand still on your shoulder.

As soon as you sat up on the bed he sat down next to you, eyes half lidded.

You turned your head to look at him and made eye contact.

“I didn’t… thank you properly before, Charlie. When you saved my life in the city. “

“Oh uhm, you don’t need to say thank you. I think it’s nice to have the company. And you being alive of course.” He stumbled over his words in tiredness.

“Yeah, but I want to say thank you,” you placed your hand over his resting one on the bed. “I probably would’ve starved to death or would have been eaten if it wasn’t for you.”

He brought his hand not resting underneath yours up to his face, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Good thing I was there then.” He chuckled and tilted his head to the right, still making eye contact with you.

“You need to sleep, I’ll take watch.” You broke the long eye contact with him and stared down at your hands.

“Thank you, I’m so tired.” He said while going to lay on his side, you now sitting at the end of the bed.

He soon fell asleep and you climbed back down the ladder into the well lit floor.

The mumbles of zombies were distant, meaning you had nothing to worry about at the moment. But you still looked out the windows every now and again cautiously, knife in hand, as Charlie’s soft snores and breathing could be heard from upstairs.

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A/N: sorry if this is short but it’s 2am 😔😔

[olivexii]

⚠️ - 100 days

Charlie Slimecicle x f!reader

Chapter 1

Tw: Violence, gore, language

Based on the film by Slimecicle (yippee!!)

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It had been around 6 days since it had started. 6 exhausting days of travelling, scavenging and fighting. You were too scared to rest, let alone had the time for it.

You had stupidly decided to go into the city today, figuring there would be a good amount of supplies hidden away somewhere. But now you were trapped on the top floor of a random grey building as zombies flooded the floor beneath you.

Your back leaning against the cold wall, head in your knees. The sound of the zombies below fill your ears as you try and block them out.

They couldn’t reach you, the ladder was blocked with a trap door. But still you couldn’t shake the anxiety you felt as the banged on the wood.

It had been 4 days since the last sight of a human being. Your friend being torn from your grasp as she screams for help plays over and over in your mind; knowing that it’s your fault she wasn’t saved.

Soon the sound of the zombies and your own thoughts were interrupted by a panicked voice.

“OH!!! Well would you look at that”

You couldn’t see the owner of the voice (a man??) but you could hear the sound of a sword piercing flesh, as the sound of the zombies slowly quietened, but wasn’t silenced.

“TOP FLOOR’S ALWAYS THE SAFEST” the panicked voice says again as he realised that he was being overrun.

The sound of the trap door being opened and heavy panting caused you to look up in a fright. The man not realising you were there as he climbed through the floor with his back facing you.

He wheezed as he put his hands on his knees, attempting to catch his breath.

You immediately became aware of the weapons he had on him, becoming extra cautious incase he used them against you.

Still panting heavily he put his hands on his hips and stood up straight, slowly turning around to analyse the room he had climbed into.

“OH, shit”, he exclaimed when he turned around and saw you, your pocket knife now drawn and pointed straight towards him.

Out of reflex he reached for him sword that was attached to his belt, pointing it towards you as well.

“Who are you?” you questioned the brown haired man. Your voice raspy from having not talked in days and from the lack of water.

“Who are you?” he questioned back, sword reflecting in the sun.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that, you just appeared out of nowhere!”

His gaze hardened at the attitude you gave him.

“Just tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine, okay? That’s fair considering I saved your life. Those zombies were almost breaking up here man.”

Copying his gaze you pursed your lips, deciding if you should tell him who you are. What if he’s a threat?

“Y/N. My name’s Y/N” you admitted with a sigh, not breaking eye contact with the man in front of you.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Charlie.”

He lowered his sword slightly, now pointing it more towards your legs than your body.

“This your… base or something” He asked as he broke eye contact, looking around the room. “Not much here at all.”

“No, it’s not. I was chased by them. I didn’t even know they could climb ladders until now. Luckily I was quick enough to close the trap door before any of them could get up.”

Your eyes stayed on the man’s face as he turned his attention back to you

“You have a base?” He tilted his head.

“Well… Not exactly”

“So you move around a lot then?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” Your head titled the same as his.

“I don’t know… You’re the first person I’ve come across since this all started.”

You moved your knife down slightly, lowering your guard. If he would have wanted you dead he would have done it by now.

“Really? Is there no one else around here?”

“Not that I’ve see no. Apart from you obviously. Y’know, you’re pretty lucky I came around when I did. Another few minutes and you would have been zombie lunch.”

He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet slightly, his sword now at his side.

“I could’ve defended my self you know”

Charlie clicks his tongue.

“Ehh… I don’t think so. I couldn’t take them all there were that many down there. Which is why you should be thanking me.”

His voice got more enthusiastic the more he talked to you, seeming proud of himself.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks I guess.” you replied with a hint of sarcasm he seemed to not pick up on.

He smiled lazily to himself, still shifting on his feet. It was silent for a moment, the only sound filling the room were the zombies from the floor below and outside.

“I think we should go take care of them…” He looked up at you as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Wait, you’re not bit, are you?” You asked him, suddenly becoming cautious again.

“No, no I’m not. Nearly was a couple times but… I’m not no.”

“Okay good, I’m not either. I swear if you go all zombie on me I will kill you” You glared at him, bringing the knife back up and pointing it in his direction to prove your point.

“I don’t doubt that, jeez” He replied, fixing his pastel green shirt out of nerves.

“Good.”

You finally stood on your feet, knife now back down at your side as you turn your back to him to pick up your back pack.

“You found any supplies?” He asks curiously.

“No, whole fucking place is empty.”

“Yeah I couldn’t find much stuff either. Must’ve already been raided.”

“Shame.” You replied dryly as you walked towards him and the trap door.

“Okay, so, game plan,” he started and you turned your gaze to him. “You take the right, and I’ll take the left. I don’t think there’s that many there, but just in case.”

“Cool”

He nodded to himself in re assurance and took a deep breath before opening the trap door. The groans of zombies and reek of rotting flesh immediately filling the room.

“I’ll go down first, you follow after me” Charlie instructed with his eyes glued on the ladder.

You didn’t respond verbally, only nodding at him even though he didn’t see it.

He jumped down suddenly, and you were quick to follow, immediately turning to the right and facing 3 zombies.

You swung your knife straight towards the closest one’s head, the blood splashing back and hitting you on the cheek.

You took the other two out in the same way, knowing it was easier to go for the head.

When you had taken them out you turned back around the see Charlie handling the last one. His sword came crashing through it’s skull with a force, making it drop immediately.

He let out a heavy sigh and he slowly turned to face you again. Blood covered the right side of his face, but he seemed unbothered by it.

“Well, I’m tired now. Suns almost set so it’s probably a good idea for me to head back to my base.”

“Yeah probably.” You responded dryly again, only thing on your mind being how you would probably have to set up camp on the top floor and fight off zombies the whole night.

“You should come back with me. I just got done building my base and you look like you need to rest.”

You looked up at him in shock.

“Really? You’re just going to let some random girl into your base. I could be a threat you know”, you exclaimed with folded arms.

“Yeah but, you’re not going to try anything. I know that. And if you do just know I’m so much more prepared than you, you’d be giving yourself a death wish.

He threatened as he attached his blood covered sword back onto his belt.

“Yeah I guess. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Mhm, I don’t mind. Plus it’ll be nice to not be lonely. We can sleep in shifts so that way we’re protected and can rest.”

Charlie began walking towards the stairs out of the building, expecting you to follow him.

“C’mon Y/N. It’s gonna be dark before we get there, so I suggest moving those legs of yours.” He called out as he disappeared to the floor below.

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A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN OVER A YEAR!!! YAY!!

[olivexii]

I won’t wait

carl grimes x reader

part 2

chapter index

tw: violence + language

ik this is short

The trio and I walked forwards, onto a gravely road, carved out by grass and trees. They stumbled lazily, their arms swinging lifelessly beside them, appearing dehydrated and tired.

Daryl was in front of Maggie and the so far unnamed woman, me behind the pair. In the distance I could make out what appeared to be a group, around a dozen of them, sat around a vehicle.

"Shit" Maggie croaked with a sigh, "It's been a day and a half. They didn't find any either".

The group ahead lifted their heads to look up at us.

"How do you know?" The woman asked breathlessly.

"I know" was Maggie's reply.

They seemed to notice that I was walking behind the three, and were quick to jump up, hands on their weapons as we walked closer.

There was one man, he was tall and had greying hair, who began to head towards us lazily, like the others.

"Who's that?" he asked when he was within talking distance. The four of us stopped walking.

"Her name's Y/N, we found her when we were looking for water. No luck by the way, it was all dried out" Maggie replied with her southern accent, turning and pointing in the direction we came from.

"And you just picked her up? She could be dangerous, and you didn't even take her weapon, she's fully armed" The man exclaimed as he tilted his head, hand on his gun that was strapped to his belt.

"Look Rick, calm down. If she wanted to hurt us she would've done it when we were out of sight from you, alone. She would've done something already but she hasn't." The woman in the green jacket replied with a tired sigh.

Daryl shuffled on his feet with an agreeing grunt before continuing on towards the group ahead of us.

"Did you at least ask her the questions?" Rick asked.

Maggie sighed in defeat, "Yes Rick, we're not that oblivious."

Rick grumbled, his hand still on his gun. He turned his head to look at the group before looking directly at me. His gaze was intimidating.

"Just keep an eye on her, and take her bow. I don't want anyone gettin' hurt because of your careless mistakes" He turned and began walking towards the group at a faster pace.

"Uh- here, just be careful with my bow" I handed Maggie my weapon and bag of arrows carefully, as the other woman had a large gun in her hands, unable to carry both weapons.

—

The vehicle had broken down, meaning we had to walk to our destination. I was kinda glad because I was squeezed in the back seat between two people. One introduced herself as Tara, who came across as nice. While the other didn't give his name, and appeared to only be sitting next to me to watch me, make sure I didn't try anything.

I was walking to the right of Maggie. Tara, the girl I met in the car was walking close behind. Rick and Daryl were walking in front, with a baby that I presumed to be Ricks daughter.

They came to a stop, Daryl handing Rick his gun but keeping his crossbow in his right hand.

"Don't be to long." Rick told him.

A woman, with short grey hair and a large gun under her right arm walked to them, "I'll go with you". Daryl turned to look at her.

"Hey I got it" He replied, walking off the road and into the trees.

"You gonna stop me?" She said with a smile and began following him. Daryl didn't reply, only turned to look at her before continuing to walk off.

We continued on down the road as Daryl and that woman walked away to out right. I was still walking to the right of Maggie.

"You got anything useful in that bag?" She turned to look at me with a questioning look on her face.

"I guess, just some clothes and out of date food, would probably give you food poisoning if you ate it" I replied with a slight joking hint.

A boy, who appeared to be somewhat around my age was walking to my left. He had a cowboy hat on and had a dark mop of hair that nearly reached his shoulders.

"Maggie?"

We both turned to look at him.

"I found this when we were looking for water" He said while handing Maggie a yellow and pink box. She reached across the front of me and gently took it off him.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I think it used to play music." The boy answered as she opened the box, a small ballerina on a ledge inside. "It's broken.." He added on.

A soft smile of appreciation came onto Maggie's face as she turned to look at him. "Thanks, Carl.."

"Thought you might like it" He returned the smile.

Carl picked up his pace a bit to walk ahead of us slightly.

"That's nice."

He turned to look at me questioningly.

"That you care about each other. The way Rick was so cautious about me, he was trying to protect his group. It's nice." I continued with a soft smile.

He returned one.

"Your names Y/N, right?"

"Yeah"

I had picked up my pace as well to match his, Maggie having now fallen behind us and talking with the priest, who I had been told by Tara is named Gabriel.

"My dad's like that, he doesn't wanna loose anyone. Just trying to keep us safe."

"Good on him" I replied with a small chuckle.

—

The undead soon caught up with us, trailing behind as we clambered on in the scorching heat. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck and a few stray hairs stuck to my forehead.

I was walking beside Maggie again, now slightly behind Carl who has his baby sister, Judith, in his arms. Nobody said a word.

When we eventually reached a bridge Rick decided on the idea to get rid of the 'walkers' that were walking behind. Six people, including Maggie, stayed on one side of the bridge while we walked to the other end, waiting for the undead to catch up.

In order to not cause a commotion, they simply pushed the walkers off the side of the bridge, dodging when they lunged.

"What is she doing?" Carl whispered. When I looked over Sasha, the woman that had found me was walking towards a walker before stabbing it straight through the head.

The other began to pull out their weapons and stab more of the undead, as their lunges became more violent.

Eventually they did take them all down before my walking back to us, continuing on along the road.

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"I'm Y/n"

"Eugene" He replied with a straight head tilt.

While the others were searching the abandoned cars I was introducing myself to the man I sat next to in the vehicle, before it broke down.

I also sat next to him while the group was resting, a book clutched in his hand, everyone too tired to talk. On my other side was a woman, Rosita. Maggie and Glenn sat in front of us.

"So all we found was booze?" Tara asked. I replied with a silent nod, bringing my legs up to rest against my chest, my arms wrapped around the front of my legs. The temperature had dropped slightly, making the cold prick at my arms.

"Yeah" Rosita spoke with a sigh.

"It's not gonna help"

"He knows that" Rosita put a glove covered hand in front of her mouth.

I leaned forward slightly to look at the man, past Eugene, that they were talking about. He was broadly built and was softly sipping on a glass flask of dark yellow liquid.

"It's gonna make it worse."

"Yes, it is" They both continued on.

"He's a grown man" I leaned back to look at Eugene as he spoke, "And I truly do not know if things can get worse" He always spoke with such forwardness.

"They can"

—

We continued on, and after a while we came across four cartons, and many bottles of water, labelled 'From a friend'.

"If it's a trap we already happen to be in it. But I, for one, would like to think it is indeed from a friend" Eugene spoke swiftly with a straight posture, staring longingly down at the bottles.

"What if it isn't? They put something in it?"

Carl was stood next to me, Judith in his arms again.

"Eugene." Rosita warned as the man went to grab a bottle. 

"Quality assuran-", Abraham had knocked the bottle out of his hand before he could lift it to his mouth.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and soon enough I could feel soft drops of water on my skin, that quickly turned heavy.

Rosita and Tara lay done on the road, laughing and enjoying the feel of the water.

We began to take bottles out of our bags and place them upwards on the road, letting the rain fill them.

The thunder grew louder and the rain grew heavier, causing Judith to let a wail out at the noise.

"What-"

I took Carl's hat and quickly placed it over Judith's head, sheltering her from the rain, although that didn't stop her from crying.

"Oh, thanks" Carl looked at me.

"It's human decency" I replied jokingly 

He placed his hand on the top of the hat, letting me let go and bring my arm back down to my side. Enjoying the feeling of water running down my bare arms, my flannel tied around my waist.

"Let's keep moving" Rick called to the group loudly, trying to be heard over the loud crash of rain drops and the thunder.

"There's a barn" Daryl called.

"Where?"

—

The barn wasn't the least bit stable, the rain already seeping through the wood. But it provided shelter.

Thunder was crashing noisily outside, and the rain had died down slightly. Daryl had made a small, dying fire, most of us sat around it trying to keep warm.

"I'll try"

"Too wet" Rick sighed defeatedly, the sticks had been soaked by the rain and was making it difficult for the fire to blaze.

"He's gonna be okay" Carol said to Rick, who was looking at a sleeping Carl to his left, " He bounces back. Better than any of us.”

I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation as I stood up and walked over to the opposite side of the barn.

I sat down against a wall and tucked my knees below my chin, the groups backs facing me. The hum of their voices slowly sent me to sleep.

“What about the girl?” Rick asked with a mumble.

Carol sighed, “She’s got no weapons. Plus there’s only one of her and many of us, if she tried anything there would be no point, she’s lose.”

“I know… We just picked her up off the street, my children are sleeping here. You don’t think I’m at least a little concerned” Rick shuffled slightly in his sitting position, the wind and rain beginning to pick up and grow louder.

“I know Rick. But she’s around the same age as Carl, what’s she gonna do?”

“I don’t know..” Rick mumbled in response, looking at his shoes.

“She’s fine” Daryl finally grumbled.

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chapter index

[olivexii]

please stop tagging daryl x reader under carl x reader fanfiction

i didn’t think i was but if i am apologies ✔️

[olivexii]

I won’t wait

carl grimes x reader

part 1

chapter index

tw: language, violence

February 3rd

Days passed quickly now, similar to the way cars used to on highways. Although they were now bare, filthy and splattered with the blood of people and the undead. You couldn't call them people, they don't deserve it.

It appeared to be around late winter, perhaps on the brink of spring. I was making my way through clumped trees that were decorated with a harsh golden brown colour. Although, some stood out as brick red again the sea of gilded leaves.

An unusual cover of silence had enveloped the surroundings. The only noise was the crunch of fallen leaves and broken branches under my, far too large, boots.

Usually the sound of groans and whimpers could be heard. But, for an unknown reason, there was none.

Too many days have gone by to be able to keep count anymore. The only source I had to have a sort awareness of the time was when the sun rose and fell.

I felt my body ache for some food or liquid, to clench the thirst that had been building up in the back of my throat for the past several days. An opportunity to end the aching pain that has slowly spread across my body had not come around since the herd.

Many Sun rises and falls ago a group of undead had separated me and my group. Which made me fear that the people, who had taken me in and cared for me in my time of need, had been outnumbered and taken down.

But I still insisted on finding them, as they could still be alive, even though the chances are low. I had to repay them somehow for loving, feeding and caring for me over several moons.

Of course I regretted my decision of fleeing from the situation rather than helping them. The options I had were limited, and the one I had taken led me to the state I was in now. Cold, bloody, bruised, tired and hungry. After a while everything felt numb, and at one point I couldn't feel my body. But it felt normal now, like I had become immune to it.

But still, I could have helped them. Even if it would have cost me my life. If I had I wouldn't feel the stinging of regret in the back of my head that has now become a usual occurrence.

Guilt was heavy on my shoulders. As well as their cries and screams for help. They had been blanked out as I was running from it, but now they filled my thoughts daily, and I couldn't seem to get them out.

They felt like family to me. And I abandoned them. Sometimes, I feel as though my decision was for the best. If I hadn't of run, I probably would have been torn limb for limb, turned inside out and would have been eaten by the undead . Probably would have become one as well. All while I was alive, that was the worst part.

These days, everything's a life or death situation. I chose life.

The aching had spread to my back and soon became too much to handle. My bow and bag, that were strapped to me, were both weighing me down, but I needed them. Without them I would probably be rotting in a ditch somewhere, or wandering around and rotting.

Either way, I'd be dead.

One had not been spotted for a while. Which made me assume that if I set up camp here, I would hopefully be safe for the night. Or at least for a little.

The sky had become a bruised colour now, and the gentle breeze swaying the leaves above had grown cold due to the lack of sunlight. But the gloomy air that still lingered was hot, and made my untamed, matted hair stick to the back of my neck and forehead with sweat.

I made my way, slowly and limping slightly, towards an open clearing amongst the crowded trees. It seemed like the perfect place to rest for the night. And hopefully, a running stream or some blackberry bushes were somewhere nearby. If they were it would make this place seem too good to be true.

The thought made my stomach squeeze in discomfort. The last time I had felt that warm feeling after a full meal was many rises ago, when I stumbled across what seemed to be an abandoned car along one of the, now empty, highways. It was full of canned peas and tomatoes, which weren't the best foods for my liking, but would keep me alive. Beggars can't be choosers.

The area was unrecognisable, and with the sun almost set it meant that I won't be able to see my surroundings.

The safest option would be to set a campfire as quickly as possible, meaning I could see what I was handling, and hopefully it would solve the cold that was nipping at the ends of my fingertips and ears and making them red.

I was certain that the surrounding area would have branches and twigs laying around. The trees were dying of dehydration and heat, like the rest of the world, meaning that wood would be dried and snapped.

Cautiously, I pulled my bag off my shoulder and set it down on the damp cover of dead leaves below my feet. The silence that surrounded the clearing made me presume it was safe to leave my belongings, or at least for a little while.

The lack of sound was useful. It meant that if there was someone or something nearby, I could easily hear it.

I kept my bow and satchel filled with arrows on me. Even though I wasn't going to wonder far, you can never be too safe anymore. I had learnt my lesson from that.

Twigs and branches lay around my feet. I knelt down and rested one knee on the ground, which gave me a sense of relief after the long walk I had taken for the past days.

Birds chirped as I picked up pieces of fallen wood and held them in my palm, careful not to get splinters. They felt damp yet warm and muddy from the ground, making my hands even more filthy than they originally were.

After collecting what seemed to be enough, I hummed quietly to myself in delight and rose from the ground, brushing the dirt off my knee with the back of my hand. Satisfied, I looked around again, looking for any form of threat. Which, luckily for me, was nowhere to be found.

The sun had set by now, although there was still light on the sky, and the stars were slowly becoming more clear. They were always a great comfort to me, mainly because they were always there, watching.

I made my way back to my bag and set the wood down next to me as I knelt down.

The zip on my backpack opened too loud for my comfort when I slowly dragged it along the top. Inside was a jumble of tins, spare clothes (although there was only one or two pieces) and things that I had collected on runs.

On my last trip I had stumbled across a match box that was left in one of the houses. Although it was battered and stained, there were still a few useful matches in there that I rationed for times like these. 

Stuffing them quickly in my cargo pocket, I picked the sticks back up and began to arrange them in a triangle shape next to my bag, the smallest sticks on the inside and the bigger sticks on the outside.

The wind had begun to pick up, making my hair sway a bit. The breeze carried the awful stench of rotting flesh with it. I had gotten used to the smell by now, but that didn't mean it was the most pleasant thing to endure.

The fire was set after many attempts of striking the match. A couple had broken when I scraped them too hard against the side of the box.

Now fully sat down next to the glowing flame, I brought my knees up to my chest and tucked them underneath my arms. I wasn't sure how long I would be safe out in the open at dark, for all I know this could be the death of me. But the warmth had me mesmerised, and soon the darkness did as well.

February 4th

The sounds of groans awoke me that morning with a jolt. I must have not been cautious enough and fell asleep. Frantically grabbing my bag, panic began to rise in my stomach when I stood to my feet. I would be safest if I walked away from the threat.

When I looked around the are seemed to be clear. Maybe I just imagined it, probably sleep deprivation or dehydration, or even both.

Deciding that it was my imagination, I left the small campfire I had made and headed out of the area, determined to get as far as I could before I rest again.

It was only early morning, dew was resting on the grass and the sun had created a soft golden glow across the trees. The mornings were usually cold, as the sun had not yet appeared to warm the earth yet.

A shiver ran down my spine at the temperature as I was only wearing my cargo trousers and a tank top that was smeared with dirt. They usually kept me cool during the hot summer days, but now the season had changed and these clothes wouldn't be very useful to me for much longer.

Birds chirped in the distance as a wake up call for the rest of the world, as if anybody would need it anymore.

As my boot made contact with the damp mess of grass and leaves that covered the ground, I froze. Groans could be heard, except they were louder than before, and closer.

My eyes became wide in fear and my head whisked around in the direction of the subtle noise. In the distance, a herd could be spotted stumbling around something. They carried the same rotting smell, although it was now stronger and hurt my nose.

I cringed slightly when I could see every detail of their decaying faces, they were only a few trees away. On some their eyes were sunken in and blackened, and their pale skin had endless wrinkles. No matter how many times I come face to face with one, I could never get used to their awful looks that were sure to give me nightmares.

The good thing was that they seemed not to notice me, apparently too distracted with the thing they were feeding on. There were so many around it that it was unclear to me what it was, probably a horse. I had spotted a few wondering around the forest from time to time, but only on rare occasions.

A pit had formed in my stomach at this point, knowing that if they saw me I didn't stand a chance against them. The herd appeared to consist of around 20 undead from what was visible from my view.

With a fast manoeuvre, I quickly jogged in the opposite direction of them, making sure not to step on any big sticks. A sound like that would certainly alarm them of my presence. I had made the fast decision of fleeing from the situation rather than defending myself, again.

I made my way around trees as silently as I possibly could. Even though I couldn't recall which way I originally came from, that didn't matter at the moment. The only thing on my mind was coming to the end of the cluster of trees and towards safety.

Hopefully, although it was very doubtful, I would be able to find another group, or at least another person that I could rely on for safety.

My bow was clutched tightly against my body, with one hand on my sachet prepared to take an arrow out if needed.

After running for several minutes away from the hoard, footsteps could be heard from behind me. Realising that running would not solve the problem, especially if the problem would just follow me, I was quick to lift my bow over my head while I slowed to a jog.

With my bow in my left hand, my free one reached into the small bag, that I kept strapped to the side of my hip, I pulled out a hand carved arrow.

They were made when I was with my previous group. There was a man that I was fairly close with there. He taught me to carve my own arrows by a small running stream. Now he was presumably dead, how unfortunate.

Adrenaline coursed through my as I brung the arrow to the nocking point of the string, still jogging. The loose ponytail that secured my hair swung in front me as I turned to face the creature. The nock of the arrow sat directly under my right eye and rested against my chin when I pulled the string back.

I quickly released the string with a soft breath directly into the eye of the presence in front of me. The good thing about having a bow was that it was silent, and would not attract anymore of the undead. Unlike a gun, which hadn't worked well in my last group.

The thing was quick to fall to the ground with a soft thud, it's whimpers had stopped as it lay lifeless in the dirt.

"Shit.." I exclaimed when I looked down at the now unmoving corpse. My voice was more hoarse that unusual, mainly due to the deprivation of food and water. But also because I hadn't spoken much since I was with the last group.

There was no need for words as there was nobody around to speak with.

June 16th

The temperature has risen a great deal in the past few days. Luckily I had came across an old, abandoned camp, packed with things that were beneficial to me: new shoes and a thin flannel shirt as well as some other necessities.

I have counted a total 511 days since the initial breakout, 387 days since I lost my parents, and an in countable amount days since I have been separated from my group.

I have started to loose hope that I would ever be reunited with my previous camp, the hoard would have almost indefinitely out numbered them.

My bow was thrown over right shoulder by the string, and my bag was over my left, thudding against my back as I took heavy steps.

The sky was covered in thin, grey clouds, some sunlight being able to shine through and cast rays on the trees above. A slight breeze tickled my face and made my hair sway slightly.

The surrounding trees were beginning to grow more and more dispersed as I continued on. The ground damp and muddy from the rain that had fallen the previous night.

A rusting could be heard on my left , causing me to quickly turn in said direction.

A woman, who hadn't appeared to notice me yet was kicking at the muddy ground. To her left, another woman and man, nearly equal in height were watching her with a look of dismay written on their faces.

She turned to look at them before shaking her head and looking downwards. The unnamed man and women looked towards the ground before turning to walk away, the man first.

I took a step back, only to hear a quiet grumble beside me. Swiftly I took my bow off my shoulder and placed an arrow on the bow string, resting the tip on the arrow rest.

I was quick to let go and the arrow shot straight through the middle of the undead's head, a loud thump being made as it fell lifelessly to the ground.

"Maggie..." 

The words made me turn back to the woman, realising I had been spotted by her. The other two had stopped in their tracks, staring at me as well.

My hands were clutching the grip of my bow in my right hand as my palms were becoming more sweaty.

"What's your name?"

The woman wearing a white shirt and standing next to the man called to me, her green bag resting across her torso. The man turned to face her with a concerted look, a crossbow resting over his right shoulder.

I stumbled over my words, glad to finally see another living person after 18 days.

“Uh- I’m Y/N”

I eventually responded, my voice hoarse after not having spoken in a while.

The man with the cross bow turned to face me again.

“Where’s your group? How many of there are you”

He asked demandingly, making me feel intimidated. His voice was gruff, and he had a slight, lazy southern accent.

“I-it’s just me. I lost my group a while ago”

I replied quietly, looking back at him.

“Ya sure?”

He asked wearingly, and turned to the woman beside him.

I responded with a nervous nod and looked at the damp ground.

“That’s bullshit… How can a kid like that survive out here alone, without a group or nothin?”

He confronted the woman in the white shirt who looked at me the same time I picked my head up to look at her.

“C’mon Daryl, she’s got a bow as well as a bag that looks heavily packed. Don’t put her on the spot like that.”

She replied that to him, a strong southern accent more clear than the man’s rung in her voice.

The other woman started taking slow steps towards me skeptically.

“How long have you been out here” She questioned.

“Like, 18 days, I don’t know.” I replied with a slight shrug and a shake of my head. My bow still clutched tightly in my hand, I didn’t fully trust these people.

“How many walkers have you killed?” The woman in the white shirt asked.

In response I shook my head and gave a shrug, my mouth slightly agape as I was going to respond.

“L-Like-”

“C’mon Maggie, you can’t be serious right now. She’s come from somewhere! She shot that walker right through the eyes, she’s obviously been trained by someone.” His hands flailing around and pointing from me to the surroundings.

“Shut it Daryl” Maggie responded sharply and gave him a harsh glare.

Daryl was quick to be silence, although he didn’t appear happy with it, his feet shuffling against the mud.

“How many walkers have you killed?” She asked again, more demandingly.

“I don’t particularly keep track that’s a sick thing to do” I answered light-heartedly with a slight chuckle and a hint of nervousness, “But probably around a hundred, ish”.

“And the living? How many people have you killed?”

“I don’t kill the living.” I replied.

The woman closest to me, in a green jacket turned to look at the other two.

“I say we take her back. If she tries anything, there’s enough of us to outnumber her” She tells them.

Maggie nods in agreement while Daryl grunts, mumbles something, and turns to walk away.

The unnamed woman turned to look at me before taking a few steps back, “C’mon, our group’s this way”.

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Maybe it was the pent up resentment and rage. Or perhaps I was progressively losing my mind. It wouldn't be a ridiculous idea, considering what's going on in the world. It's steadily dying.

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