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orchidniins · 5 months ago

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Cupid Clarkey | Chris Dixon

Summary: George Clarke plays matchmaker for his best friend and his flatmate. Pairing: ChrisMD x f!Reader, Best Friend!George Clarke Warning: Fluff Word count: 9.3k+ A/N: Thanks anon for this request! The timeline in the fic sorta jumps forward quickly (just don't think about it too much😗 ). This is my longest fic ever and I would really appreciate feedback on it! Hope you enjoy it!

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“Can you get off my Hinge already, Y/N?” George's annoyed voice cut through the blaring music of the pub as he tried (and failed) to snatch his phone out of your hand.

“I'm trying to find you a girlfriend, Georgie,” you retorted, laughing as you dodged his attempts.

You were currently squished into a booth in the pub, sitting next to George, both of you a few drinks in (though you were definitely more drunk than him), swiping away on his Hinge profile and bickering like you two used to back in uni.

Having just moved to London a few weeks ago, tonight was a reunion of sorts. You were meeting up with George and a bunch of other friends from your uni days.

You and him had met in the first week of school, initially sitting next to each other in class, which turned into late-night study sessions and eventually blossomed into a close friendship.

George rolled his eyes. “Oh please, like you’re any better at this than I am.”

“Better at what? Being single or being hopeless at dating?” you shot back, smirking.

“How long has it been since your last relationship?” George challenged, raising an eyebrow at you.

You scoffed and looked back at him. “And how long has it been since you’ve been laid?” you teased, swiping left on yet another profile.

“Oh, trust me, Y/N, I get action,” George shot back, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh please, the only action you’ve seen is from your right hand,” you said, laughing at him.

“Well, that’s a lot coming from you,” George countered. “You haven’t dated since that prick from uni.”

“I actually enjoy being single,” you said, shrugging. “All you do is cry about it. You always say you want a girlfriend, but you turn down every girl that approaches you.”

George snorted. “Say that to the pint of ice cream you finished last week in under an hour while watching that chick movie and bawling your eyes out about wanting a boyfriend.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, turning back to his phone. “Oh, you got a match! I’m gonna message her.”

“Absolutely not!” George exclaimed, finally managing to pry his phone out of your hands. “Maybe if you were a little less picky, you wouldn’t be single.”

You looked at him in shock and surprise. “Really? You’re gonna talk to me about being picky?”

“You say that, but you’re the one with the mile-long checklist, not everyone can be as perfect as me, Y/N.” George retorted, shaking his head.

“If you’re so perfect, then maybe we should just date, Georgie,” you said jokingly, nudging him with your shoulder.

The both of you went silent for a moment, staring blankly at each other. Then, simultaneously, you shuddered at the thought. “No!” you both said in unison, laughing.

“God, that’d be like dating my sister,” George said, acting outwardly disgusted at your joke.

You stuck your tongue out at him, making a face.

You two continue your bickering, the atmosphere in the pub buzzing with laughter and chatter from your group of friends. After a while, your friends scatter around the pub, leaving just you and George in the booth. Just as you're deep in banter, an unfamiliar voice interrupts you two.

“Hey man,” a voice said, and you looked up to see a man with blonde curly hair approaching your booth. George got up to greet him, and from where you’re sitting, it’s very obvious that he was quite drunk himself.

"Chris, mate, how drunk are you already?" George asked, as if he had read your mind, with a chuckle, clapping Chris on the back.

Chris laughed, his grin widening. "Chip's pub golf videos always destroy me," he replied, his words slightly slurred as he swayed a little.

Chris glanced over at you, his eyes momentarily focusing as he took in your presence. "Hope I’m not interrupting," he said teasingly, turning back to George, flashing a mischievous grin.

George chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, mate, you're good. Go get yourself a drink and join us." Chris headed off to the bar, and George sat back down.

Chris returned with his drink and slid into the booth, his easy smile and sparkling eyes catching your attention.

“So, who’s your friend?” Chris asked, nodding towards you with a playful grin.

“Y/N, this is Chris, the flatmate,” George introduced, gesturing between the two of you. “Chris, this is Y/N, the best friend.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” you greeted Chris warmly.

Chris grinned back at you. “George is wrong, you know. I’m the best friend.”

“No, you’re wrong. I've known him longer, so I am his only best friend,” you say, as you laugh at him.

“Don’t need to fight, guys,” George interjects, “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“That’s just not right,” Chris replies, ignoring George. “I live with him. Do you know how much shit I put up with? Surely that makes me his best friend.”

You chuckle, “Okay…but have you had him shotgun a can an hour before a final, puke all over your bed, and then have to clean it up and make sure he gets to campus in time?”

Chris grins, “Alright, but have you had to deal with his shit love life? Or lack thereof? And like have had to listen to him complain all the time.”

You exasperatedly add, “Yeah! Actually, I have,” you say, nodding at Chris.

You turn to George. “Honestly, George mate, you're a mess. I don’t even want to be your best friend anymore.”

Chris nods in agreement. “Yeah, man, you’re kind of a pain in the ass.”

George looks between the two of you, bewildered. “What the fuck is happening?”

You and Chris exchange a look. “Maybe we should become best friends and ditch George,” Chris suggests, winking at you.

“Guys, can we go back to both of you fighting over me?” George says, and you and Chris burst out laughing at him.

You find yourself feeling instantly drawn to Chris's charm. After a bit of small talk, you learn that Chris had been out for a shoot and decided to drop by the pub where George was once he finished. You had heard George talk about Chris before and all the antics they’d gotten up to, but you hadn’t paid much heed to it until now.

And as the night went on and you got increasingly drunker, you found yourself sitting closer to Chris. George already knew this about you; you always got increasingly flirty and bolder when you were drunk—a stark contrast to your sober self.

Usually, George was always one of your victims, jokingly hitting on him to piss him off, and he also always had to keep you away from creepy men when you were drunk. But now, with Chris in the mix, George honestly did not know what to say at the scene in front of him.

(A/N: I have no game whatsoever. Even if I did pull in the past, I was so drunk that I genuinely don’t remember. I did my best I promise)

“You’re pretty cute for someone who’s friends with George,” you say to Chris, a playful smile on your lips as you take another sip of your cocktail.

Chris grins and leans in closer. “And you’re pretty hot for someone who hangs out with him.”

You laugh, inching closer to him and playfully touching his bicep. "I know, I'm just naturally irresistible," you tease, giving him a sly look that hints at something more.

Chris chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “Well, I believe it. If you weren’t George’s friend, I’d have made a move on you the second I walked in.”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning in so your lips are just inches from his ear. “Who says you can’t make a move now?” you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. “Who knows, tonight might be your night.”

Chris’s breath hitches, his gaze darkening. “Is that so?”

George groans. “You two are disgusting. Chris, stop hitting on her. Y/N get away from him!”

You brush off George, leaning even closer into Chris’s touch. “Ignore him, he’s no fun.”

Chris says, "He's just jealous that I’ve got the attention of someone this beautiful," he murmurs back, his lips brushing lightly against your earlobe, his voice low and you hear George scoff in the back.

George rolls his eyes dramatically. “I can’t take any more of this. You two are unbearable.” He stands up, shaking his head. “I’m going to go close out our tab. You better be five feet apart when I get back.”

As George walks away, you and Chris are left alone, practically glued together at this point. “Looks like it’s just us now,” Chris murmurs, his hand migrating to your thigh, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

You smile coyly, leaning closer to him. “And what do you plan to do now that it’s just us?” you tease, your voice laced with playful anticipation.

Chris chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “When George told me about you, he didn’t mention how incredibly sexy you are. If I had to be around someone as gorgeous as you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you feel a rush of desire. “Well, it looks like you’re doing a pretty good job of controlling yourself so far,” you reply, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Chris’s eyes darken with desire. “Who says I’m trying to control myself?” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours, lips so close that they are almost touching.

Before things could escalate further between you and Chris, George returned, breaking the intense moment. "Okay, I think it's time to get you two home," he announced.

Despite your protests, he manages to pull you off of Chris. As you stood up, the effects of the alcohol hit you, causing you to stumble. George quickly steadied you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling over.

Realizing it was late and knowing you were in no state to go home alone, George insisted you crash at his place, which was closer than yours and the three of you hailed a cab back to the boy’s flat.

Once there, George quickly dumps Chris in his room, before he sets you up in his own bed. He offers you some of his clothes to change out of your outfit and he opts to sleep on the couch for the night.

As you drifted towards sleep, the alcohol slowly wearing off, you couldn't help but rethink the events of the night. All your actions start to blur now, though a wave of embarrassment washes over you. You knew there would be consequences to face in the morning, but for now your body needed sleep.

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The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache, the hazy memories of the previous night lingering in your mind. As the realization of your interaction with Chris sets in, all you wanted to do was bury yourself six feet under.

You stumble out of George’s bed, groaning softly as your head throbs. Dressed in George's oversized clothes, you made your way to the kitchen, clutching your head, desperately in need of coffee.

As you enter, you freeze at the sight of Chris, who’s already there, shuffling around in the kitchen.

He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair tousled and the hangover evident on his face. You catch a glimpse of his abs when he reaches up to a cupboard, and despite your headache, you can’t help but stare for a moment, your brain going to dangerous places.

Chris turns around and spots you, offering a weak smile. You look away slightly embarrassed, fearing that you were caught staring. “Morning,” he says, his voice hoarse as he clears his throat.

“Morning,” you reply, trying to muster a smile despite the awkward tension that has settled into the air.

There’s a long, uncomfortable silence as you both avoid each other’s eyes, the memory of your flirtatious behavior lingering between you. Chris pours himself a glass of water, and you take the opportunity to grab a mug for coffee, hoping the caffeine will help clear your head. “Do you want a cup as well?” you ask, trying to break the silence.

“Huh? No, thanks,” he responds, clearly drawing himself out of wherever he had zoned out to for a minute.

“So, uh,” Chris begins hesitantly, stopping for a moment when you both hear George stirring on the couch. Chris gestures toward the balcony, and you grab your coffee and follow him outside. Once you two are there, you lean against the railing, both of you awkward, neither knowing what to say.

Chris is the first to break the silence, rubbing the back of his neck. “…last night…was something...I guess we were pretty drunk.”

“Yeah,” you agree quickly, trying to downplay your embarrassment. “Pretty drunk.”

He chuckles nervously. “I don’t usually… you know, act like that.”

“Me neither,” you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “It was just the alcohol, I guess.”

“Definitely,” he nods, relief evident in his expression. “We can just, uh, forget about it, right?”

“Absolutely,” you say a bit too quickly. But, you feel your heart drop a little, though you don’t know why. Him wanting to not acknowledge what happened yesterday (though it was nothing) makes you slightly upset, but you don’t let it show on your face. You bury your face in your coffee, avoiding his gaze.

It was insane how comfortable you two were around each other last night, and now the air was replaced with this heavy awkwardness that neither of you knew how to break. And the worst part is you couldn’t even remember all that you did yesterday (But you're sure George won't let you forget).

“So, um, any plans for today?” Chris asks, trying to make small talk and pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Um, what? No, nothing. Just gonna get back to my place and crash,” you say, shaking your head. “You?” you ask him.

“Same,” he says. You nod in response, but neither of you knows how to continue. You both stand there, sipping your drinks and stealing glances at each other, the awkwardness palpable.

“So I should go,” you say, trying to get out of that situation as quickly as possible. Chris just nods, and you step back into the apartment, making a beeline for George’s room, just wanting to get out of there and back to your own space as quickly as possible.

All you can think is, what the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t usually like this with people…what is happening?

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After that day, George teased you endlessly about what happened with Chris. Each time, you brushed him off, ignoring his jabs, saying you didn’t want to talk about it or that you didn’t remember what happened, unwilling to revisit the embarrassing memories of that night.

You’d run into Chris a few times when you were over at the flat with George, but those interactions weren’t any better. Your interactions with Chris went from awkward to him just plain ignoring your presence now, and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Combined with how embarrassed you still felt about your actions, you decided it was better to just ignore him as well.

George would drop you knowing looks whenever that happened, but when he saw that you really didn’t want to talk about it, he eventually dropped the topic.

Until today, that was.

“I’m not feeling up to it,” you tell George, speaking with him over the phone.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Just a movie night with some friends,” George tries to persuade you.

“I don’t know, George. I’m just not in the mood,” you reply, feeling a mix of anxiety and reluctance.

George sighs, knowing exactly why you’re hesitant. “Look, I get that things are awkward between you and Chris. But avoiding each other isn’t going to make it any better. We’re all friends here. Just come over, watch a movie, and relax. You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to.”

You hesitate, biting your lip. “I just... I feel so embarrassed about everything. I don’t want to make things weird.”

“See, I don’t know exactly what’s going on with the both of you, but I can tell you’re overthinking it. Things are only as awkward as you make them. We’ll have a good time, I promise. And if it gets too much, you can always leave. Just give it a chance, yeah?”

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words. “You’re right. I’m just overthinking. It’s not a big deal. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon,” George says, the excitement evident in his voice.

And that is how you found yourself sitting on the floor in George’s flat, leaning up against the couch with "The Hangover" playing on the TV.

You were bundled up in a blanket, surrounded by scattered cushions, with the smell of popcorn in the air. George was sitting on the couch just behind you, lazily flicking popcorn at your head, which you returned by swatting him on the knee.

“Seriously, George, you’re worse than a child,” you scolded, turning around to look at him as another popcorn kernel hit you on the forehead.

“Can’t help it,” he replied with a grin. You whacked him on the thigh this time, but he still threw another piece your way.

It was just George and the Arthurs for now. Despite your cold conversations with Chris, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed when George mentioned that Chris would be running late. Even with the weird energy between you two, you were kind of maybe hoping to see him today.

You were enjoying yourself, though. You’d met Arthur Hill a few times before and got along really well, and this was your first time meeting Mr. Television (as George liked to call him), and you were having a great time with the boys.

You pull your focus away from George and instead decide to just watch the movie when you hear the door open, and your eyes dart to the entrance. Chris walks in, dressed in dark cargos and a black sweatshirt, his curls messy from the day and it made him look a little rugged, and all you could think about was how good you thought he looked.

He swings his backpack onto the floor and starts taking off his coat, before he greeted everyone.

Your heart skips a beat at how effortlessly attractive he looked. Despite the cold vibes he had been giving you this whole time, you couldn’t deny your attraction towards him.

Outwardly, you were trying to be cool about it, but inwardly, you were itching to know why he was acting like this. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you make brief eye contact, but he quickly looks away, heading to his room.

George noticed the exchange and shook his head slightly. You shot him a look that said ‘stop it’, but you knew he’d bring this up later.

After a few minutes, Chris joins you all, settling on the floor next to you while the others remain on the couch. Other than the occasional instances where you pass him the popcorn, he avoids eye contact, but you can sometimes feel his gaze on you, especially when you and George bicker in loud whispers.

You reach for the coffee table, grabbing a can of seltzer, about to take a sip, only for George to snatch it out of your hand. “George!” you exclaim, swatting him on the arm before you wipe away the few drops of the drink that he managed to spill on your shirt.

You think you hear a chuckle from Chris, but when you turn to look in the direction of the sound, his eyes are glued to the TV.

After a bit, Chris gets up and heads to the kitchen. When he returns, he silently hands you a drink. You take it with a small, surprised smile, touched by the sweet gesture even if things between you two are still a little awkward. "Thanks," you murmur.

He nods in response, his genuine smile making your heart flutter before his eyes flick away from yours, and you feel yourself melt.

As the credits roll on the third film, George nudges you and suddenly pulls you into his room.

“What the fuck is going on with you and Chris?” George asks bluntly, shutting the door behind him.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Honestly, I have no idea. After that day at the pub, it’s been so weird. I don’t even know the guy, and I feel like he hates me or something. Is he like this with everyone he just meets?”

George frowns, looking apologetic. “Not really… Normally, you can’t get him to shut up.”

“I get such cold vibes from him,” you admit, frustration seeping into your voice. “What did I do wrong?… Whatever, I don’t care, but its annoying.” You pause, then add with a small, reluctant smile, “It doesn’t help that every time I look at him, I drool.”

George responds, slightly shocked, “I—I’m sorry, what?”

You roll your eyes and say, “I’ve been single for so long that I’m even attracted to your shitty friend.”

George laughs, shaking his head. “He can get on your nerves, but he’s not that bad. But, he can be a little socially challenged around people he—”

George stops mid-sentence, seeming to have a moment of realization, his expression shifting. “Huh.”

“What? What’s wrong?” you ask, confused.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he says quickly, disappearing out of the room before you can press further.

You stand there confused for a second before you return to the living room, where Arthur Hill and Arthur TV was tidying up. You decide to join them, looking around, wondering where George and Chris had suddenly disappeared to.

You help them gather the empty bottles and snack wrappers, making small talk. Just as you're finishing up, George and Chris reappear, both looking shady as hell, whispering to each other.

You look at George, giving him a pointed look. "What was that about?" you whisper, nodding toward Chris, who was leaning against the kitchen counter with the Arthurs, laughing about something.

George shrugs, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just guy talk."

You give him a look. "Tell me."

"Really, it was nothing," he insists.

You roll your eyes, annoyed. "Fine, whatever, don’t tell me. I need to get home anyway, it’s getting late."

George quickly checks the time on his phone. "It’s almost midnight. Why don’t you just sleep here?"

"I just wanna be back in my own bed. At midnight is not that late, and I barely live like a 15 min walk away," you explain to him.

"You can just as easily walk home in the morning," he says.

Before you can protest, he continues, "You know what, fine. But I don’t want you going home alone." He turns toward the kitchen and shouts, "Chris! Do you mind driving Y/N back home? I would do it myself…but can’t drive mate."

Chris whips around, looking between the two of you, clearly flustered at George’s request. "Uh, sure, no problem."

You quickly interject, "It's okay, I can get home on my own. I don’t want to trouble you."

Chris clears his throat. "It's no trouble," he assures you, grabbing his keys. "Let's go."

You grab your stuff and walk out the door with him. The ride down in the elevator is silent. You play with your nails, trying to avoid his gaze, while he shifts uncomfortably beside you. When you reach the car, Chris opens the door for you, and you thank him. "Thanks, Chris."

"Don’t thank me yet," he jokes as you both buckle up. "I’ve only had my UK license for a month now, so we’ll see how this goes."

You look at him, slightly alarmed. "Seriously? Get me out of the car."

He laughs, and you join in. "I know how to drive, I just haven’t driven much since I moved to London."

Some of the tension eases, and you both relax a bit. He hands you his phone. "Can you enter your address into the GPS?"

You do, and as he starts driving Chris glances at you, "So, why did you move to London?"

You smile, happy to have a conversation starter. "Work, mostly. And also ‘cause I have friends here.”

He nods. “So, you liking London so far?”

You nod, looking at him as you speak. “Yeah, I like it. But the city gets overwhelming sometimes. Sometimes I just wanna run back home.”

Chris nods in agreement. “Same, especially when I miss my family. And I get it, sometimes you need to get away from George.”

You chuckle, wanting to keep the conversation going. “Be honest with me… how have you not killed him yet?”

He laughs, responding, “I won’t lie, I’ve plotted his murder many a times.”

You both laugh, and the conversation continues, light-hearted and easy. For the first time in like a month, the conversation between you two feels natural. And before you know it, you’d reached your apartment.

"Thanks for the ride, Chris," you say, unbuckling your seatbelt.

"No problem," he replies, his smile genuine. The air goes silent as you both stare at each other.

"Umm... goodnight," you say, quickly getting out of the car, feeling a tad bit awkward.

"Goodnight," he responds, and you gently close the door.

He waits until you're inside the building before driving off, and for the first time, you feel a warm, hopeful sensation in your chest and you can’t seem to wipe away the smile on your face the whole way up to your flat.

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The next day, you and George meet for dinner after you’re done with work. “I can’t believe he’s engaged”, you say as you move your food around on your plate, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Why do you care?” George asks between bites of his burger. “You hated him by the end of your relationship.”

“I know, but why does someone like him get to be happy?” you sighed. “I’m just tired of being single. Why is it so hard to find someone half decent?”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places,” George says, trying to sound all philosophical.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you on about?”

He shrugs, laughing as he says, “Maybe you should date Chris.”

You almost choke on your drink. “Chris? Really? Chris? We can barely hold a conversation!”

George smirks. “Didn’t you say you guys got along fine last night? And don’t get me started on drinks last month. And don’t lie to me…you think he’s hot,” he says, making a fake gag face.

“What? No, I don’t,” you protest. “I might be desperate, George, but not desperate enough to date your friends.”

“What’s wrong with dating one of my friends?” George mocks hurt.

“I was kinda hoping that once I got a boyfriend, I just wouldn’t have to see you anymore,” you joke.

George clutches his chest dramatically. “Ouch!”

The drive with him the other day was fine, more than fine and he was kind of sweet actually. You laugh, but the thought of dating Chris stays on your mind, an idea that you might not be all that opposed to. -------⋆✧⋆-------

A week had passed since your conversation with George, and despite trying not to let it affect you too much, you couldn't deny still feeling on cloud nine after that drive with Chris (even if it was barely 10 minutes long).

You and Chris were now following each other on social media. You'd occasionally chat or reply to each other's stories, gradually warming up to each other. You found yourself craving more time alone with him, curious about what it would be like to get to know him better.

But right now, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend in, finally getting to that book you had been putting off for weeks now. With a cozy blanket wrapped around you and a hot cup of tea, you settle onto your couch, eager to dive into your book.

Just as you start to get lost in the pages, a notification pops up on your screen. You peek over at your phone and see a text message from George.

George: Hello best friend Y/N: What do you want? George: Wow. Warm welcome Y/N: Fine. Hiii Georgieeee….What do you want? George: So you know how you are the smartest, strongest person I know 🥺 Y/N: Just spit it out �� George: Can you please come over and help me build that dresser I ordered for my room? Y/N: And there it is... George: So..? Y/N: No, don’t want to. George: Pleaseeeeee….I’ll buy you food Y/N: No George: Come on, please 😩 Y/N: No….you’re gonna make me do all the work George: I won’t...and I’ll throw in dessert Y/N: You’re impossible George: 👀 Y/N: Fine….See you in 10 George: 🫡🙇

With a sigh, you set your book aside and started getting ready to head over to George's place. Not bothering to change out of your comfy sweats, you threw on a jacket and made your way out.

When you arrived at George's flat, you knocked on the door and waited. To your surprise, Chris answered, looking equally surprised to see you. "Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

“George asked me to come over, said he needed help building his dresser”, you explain, and Chris steps aside, letting you step inside.

Chris says, “Hmm, he asked me to help as well, after complaining for a straight 5 mins about not wanting to do it on his own.”

"That little bitch," you huffed, pulling out your phone from your pocket.

Y/N: Where the fuck are you!!??? George: Sorry emergency Y/N: What? George: Please help a guy out Y/n: Why!? It’s your dresser! George: Chris will help Y/N: Wait George: Bye

You breathed out in frustration, realizing all too well what George was trying to do. Deep down, though, you were somewhat glad to have some time alone with Chris. Fingers crossed you'd be able to hold a conversation today.

You huffed and shoved your phone in your pocket, then turned to face Chris. "Yep, he's ditched us, the bastard," you said, looking back up at Chris who was watching you with an amused expression.

Chris chuckled, and you felt a bit self-conscious. "What?"

"The Powerpuff Girls?" he asked, a small smile curling up on his lips.

"What? I'm here to build furniture, not walk a red carpet," you replied, glancing down at your pajamas, trying to appear nonchalant but secretly cursing yourself for not dressing better. Chris just laughed, shaking his head.

“Great…it’s just the two of us." you said, catching Chris's attention as he looked at the unpacked table pieces that George had left for you.

Chris raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "You act like it's a bad thing."

You chuckled, picking up a screwdriver. "Let's just survive this project together first."

"Survive? Geez…It's just an Ikea dresser," Chris teased, walking towards the scattered pieces.

"Yeah, but have you ever tried assembling furniture with George? He pulls everything out of the box, doesn’t organize anything by the way, then he just gives up and leaves you to figure stuff out," you vented, holding up a loose screw you found on the floor a good distance from the table for emphasis.

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "Can't say that I have. Lucky for me you’re here to pick up the pieces," he joked lamely, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, letting out a small laugh at his attempt.

"Let’s just build this stupid thing," you said, walking towards the mess.

Chris chuckled. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, looking around for the instruction manual.

Chris sighed in frustration, looking through the jumbled pieces. "Damn, where did George put those instructions?"

"Knowing George, he probably already threw out the instructions with the outer box," you said, half-jokingly. You fear you might be right, shuffling through everything and not finding the booklet.

You sit on the ground and try to organize the pieces, placing everything into neat piles. Chris picked up a piece and moved to place it in what he thought was the right pile.

"No, not that one," you said, pointing to a different pile. "Put that there."

Chris chuckled. "You're a little type A, aren't you?"

You grinned. "That's not the insult you think it is." You laughed lightly, enjoying the banter.

The two of you get on with trying to put the piece of furniture together.

Chris was completely engrossed in screwing in the legs, his brow furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t help but notice how his features hardened with determination, and you find him extremely attractive in this moment.

"You're really into this," you teased lightly, nudging him with your elbow as you passed him the next piece.

Chris glanced up, a playful glint in his eye. "Of course. Gotta impress you with my handyman skills."

You chuckled, kneeling down to align a set of screws. "Impress me, huh? Well, if you can get through this without instructions, color me impressed."

“Prepare to be amazed, Y/N,” Chris replied with a grin, returning to his task.

Your eyes involuntarily lingered on his arms, noticing how his t-shirt hugged his muscles snugly. You found yourself imagining running your hands across his arms and over his chest, remembering how you felt that night when inhibitions were lower.

Chris's voice snapped you out of your daze. "Sorry, what was that?" you asked, needing him to repeat his words.

"No, I was just…" Chris paused for a moment, sitting on the floor, pausing the task at hand. He hesitated as he looked up at you.

"Go on, what is it?" you encouraged him, curious about his question.

He started cautiously, "I've always wondered, why did you and George never date?"

You laughed softly, surprised by the question. “George? I don’t know, it’s just something that never happened. I don't even think either of us ever even considered our relationship to go that way”

Chris gives you a skeptical look, "Really? Not even once?"

"Not even once," you confirmed, shaking your head. "George and I have always been more like siblings."

Chris nodded softly, as if processing your answer. "Good to know."

Though slightly taken aback by his reaction, you chose not to dwell on it for too long.

“How did your shoot go this week?” you ask him.

Chris perks up a little, clearly pleased by your interest. "Oh, it was great! But it did go a lot longer than usual. I'll blame that on Arthur and his terrible football skills. But the audience will never find out. I should probably pay my editors more for making him look somewhat competent at football."

You both laugh, and Chris continues to talk about YouTube and some of his ideas. You can't help but smile at how passionate and happy he sounds when he talks about his work.

After a while, you two pull yourselves out of the conversation and get back to finishing the dresser.

"So, if you had to rate my IKEA furniture-building skills, what would you give me?" Chris asks, a playful grin on his face as the two of you now sit on the couch.

"Hmm," you ponder, pretending to be deep in thought. "Solid seven."

"Seven!?" Chris asks, feigning outrage, leaning in a little closer. "I thought I did pretty good."

"It would be higher, but you get distracted easily," you tell him, the space between you and Chris now barely a breath.

"Well, you were the one distracting me," Chris says, and you're taken aback by his comment. Your mouth falls slightly open, suddenly very aware of the proximity between you two.

Before you can respond, the door swings open, and George walks in, looking between the two of you with a mischievous grin. "Well, you two seem to be getting along well." You quickly get up from your place next to Chris.

You stare back blankly at George, arms crossed over your chest. "How was your... emergency?"

George's grin widens. "All sorted," he replies nonchalantly, before turning around to enter his room. "So which one of you is gonna help me move the dresser into my room?"

You and Chris exchange annoyed looks, then smile at each other, his smile exceedingly tugging at your heart, before you both scream, "Do it yourself!"

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Over the next few weeks, you and Chris had become friends, finding yourself spending time with him more often. You still couldn’t believe that just a few months ago you two couldn’t even look each other in the eye.

However, it seemed like every time you made plans with George or any of his friends, Chris was always there, and you two would magically end up alone together. You didn't think much of it, knowing that as much as you loved George, you hated him meddling in your love life, and he knew that as well. So, there’s no way he was involved, right? (Or maybe, deep down, you hoped that all the time you’ve been able to spend with Chris was somewhat of a sign and not your nosy best friend getting involved.)

You were at George’s place yet again (where else could you be? You only had like two friends) and helping him clean out his closet, stuffing his old clothes into donation boxes.

Slyly, you asked, “Where are the rest of your flatmates?”

George replied, “You know…they’re around,” without making eye contact, his back turned to you.

“And Chris?” you asked, slightly hopeful.

George looked up at you, almost as if he was wishing that you hadn’t asked that question.

You caught his expression, furrowing your eyebrows in worry. “What’s wrong?”

George placed the T-shirt he was folding gently into the box before turning to look at you. “Okay, so don’t get upset.”

“Why would I get upset?” you asked, a little concerned.

“Before I tell you, know that I told him not to do it,” George started.

“George... speak,” you demanded, poking him in the chest.

“Chris is out on a date,” he finally said.

You feel your heart plummet to the pit of your stomach, “Oh, good for him.”

George looked at you, clearly noticing your attempt to hide your disappointment. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you said, trying to brush it off and distract yourself by placing more clothes into the box.

“Y/N, come on. You really don’t think I know you better than you know yourself?” he looked at you matter-of-factly and you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him.

“I’m fine, George,” you tell him, trying to get him to drop the topic, but he only looks at you like he doesn't believe you.

“Y/N. I know you like Chris”, he states and you feel your whole body freeze.

“What? No, I don’t,” you retorted, and honestly, even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth.

“Y/N—”

“George—”

“I see the way you look at him, Y/N, and when he speaks, you hang on his every word,” he interrupts you.

“George, no... Chris and I, we’re just barely friends,” you try to explain to him.

“I know you two had a rocky start, well, a drunk and touchy start,” he teased, dodging the T-shirt you threw at him, “but you’ve grown closer over the past few months and I think you’re just in denial about your feelings. Plus you look like you wanna jump him every time you look at him.”

You sat there on the edge of the bed for a minute, thinking about what George had said. Yes, things were a little iffy at the start, but you had grown to like his company. He was funny, quite sweet, and in recent times, easy to talk to. Not to mention, every time you looked at the man, it was like your brain short-circuited at how hot he looked.

George carefully considered his words before continuing. “You’ve always been like this, Y/N…cautious.”

As his words sank in, it dawned on you.

“Holy fuck, George! I like Chris,” you exclaimed, falling back onto the bed. “How did this happen? I feel like I’ve gone insane. When did I become so blind to my own feelings?”

George watched you in amusement, a small smile playing on his lips. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

“But–-,” you sat up, turning to George who was now sitting on the opposite corner of the bed, “there’s no way he likes me back.”

“Eh?” George responded, confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Because the guy is literally on a date right now,” you say, exasperated.

“So?”

“What do you mean, “So”? If he liked me even a little bit, he wouldn’t be going on dates,” you say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“Probably because he doesn’t know you like him. Just tell the guy,” he suggests, his face soft, laced with concern.

“I can’t do that,” you look at him, your voice coming out almost broken.

“Why?” George comes to sit next to you, placing a comforting hand on your back.

You take a deep breath before you continue, “Because things just got somewhat good with him. We’re finally past that awkward phase and are friends now. I don’t want to go back to that cold phase when he ultimately rejects me.”

“He’s not gonna reject you, Y/N,” he says, throwing his arm around, pulling you into his side.

“How do you know?” you look up at him.

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N, just tell the guy how you feel.” he says, as he pulls away from you so that you’re both now facing each other.

“No, I can’t do that,” you said, getting up off his bed and heading out of his bedroom.

“What, Y/N! Where are you going?” he asked, following you.

“Home,” you said, making a beeline for the door.

“Why?"

“So that I can go to bed and wake up and forget about all of this,” you said looking back at him, hand now on the door knob.

“Y/N…”

“Bye, George,” you said, before opening the main door and closing it behind you, confusion and uncertainty swirling in your head.

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“Here,” Arthur Hill handed you a drink, and you threw him a quick thanks, quickly gulping down the liquid. Arthur looked at you, concerned. The party was lively around you, the usual chaos of a house party at George’s place.

George had convinced you to come to the party, saying it’d be a good distraction, to get your mind off of things—things being Chris.

George had promised you that Chris was busy tonight and wouldn’t be here, so you reluctantly agreed (though George had to beg a lot more than he was hoping he’d have to).

You had only arrived a few minutes ago, and you already wanted to leave. You just wanted the peace and quiet of your room to contemplate about your doomed love life and drown your sorrows in a pint of ice cream.

“You okay?” Arthur asked, pulling you out of your daze. “You look distracted.”

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied with a half-hearted smile and you were grateful that Arthur didn’t push any further.

"I'm gonna get myself another drink," you said, and Arthur nodded in response before you navigated through the crowd toward the kitchen.

You made yourself a drink, pouring whatever bottle of alcohol was closest to your reach into your cup, wanting something strong. If you couldn’t drown yourself in ice cream, alcohol would have to do. (Not your smartest idea, but oh well.)

You took a sip of your concoction, the liquid burning as it flowed down your throat. You turned around but just as you were about to head back to find Arthur, when you spotted him. Chris.

He was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. How did he manage to get even hotter than the last time you’d seen him? (Honestly, it was torture.)

But there he was, talking to some girl you’d never seen before. The sight felt like a punch in the stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs. All you wanted to do was leave. You placed your drink on the counter and set your sights straight at the door. In your haste, you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings and bumped into someone. Looking up, you saw it was George.

"Whoa, where's the fire?" George asked, blocking your path.

"George, I need to leave," you said, trying to sidestep him.

“Why? What happened?” he asked, but before you could answer, he glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris. “Oh, I see.”

“Just talk to him, Y/N,” he tried to persuade you. “Whatever the outcome, it’ll make you feel better.”

“George, are you crazy? I can’t” You looked up at him, and the vulnerable look in your eyes made his heart break.

“Fine, but please don’t leave. Just take a breather for a minute. You should at least stay and enjoy the party,” he insisted. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, “Just stay in my room for a bit. You can come back out after a while.”

You agreed, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and turned towards his room. “Good,” he said, pushing you gently by the shoulders.

Once you were in his room, you turned to look at him. “Now stay put, I’ll be right back.” You nodded, and he headed back out of the room.

You took a seat on his bed, and before you knew it, you heard the door open. Expecting to see George, you froze when you found Chris instead.

“George, what are you doing?” Chris protested as George pushed him into the room. “Stop, bro!”

You got up and shout, “George! What the hell?”

“You two talk,” George said, pointing at both of you before quickly shutting the door. You heard the lock click.

You rushed to the door, trying to turn the knob, but it wouldn’t budge. “Bastard locked us in,” you said to Chris.

“George! Let me out!” you protested, banging on the door.

“Not until you two talk to each other,” George yelled back.

You turned to find Chris looking just as surprised as you. “Well, this is awkward,” Chris said, rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands shoved into his pockets. “I might be wrong...but I think George wants us to talk.”

You sighed, leaning against the door. “Yeah, he’s a lot of things… but subtle, he is not.”

Chris chuckled. “What gave it away?”

Your suspicions were right. That motherfucker had been playing you this whole time, getting Chris to drive you home, finding ways to get the two of you to spend time alone, locking you in his room. And you’d walked right into it. Idiot.

“That slimy little shithole,” you muttered to yourself.

You laughed out loud. “So George seems to think we would make a good match.”

“What?” Chris said, looking nervous.

“Did you not realize?” You looked at Chris, and he was staring at you with an unrecognizable look on his face.

“Well…” he started sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I kind of knew.”

“What do you mean you knew, Chris?” you asked, confused.

“I mean, I knew George was trying to set us up, he sort of told me he would, that day that you were over at our place for movie night.” he admitted.

“I’m sorry…?” you ask him again, arms crossed.

You raised an eyebrow. “And you were okay with it? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Chris sighed. “I promise, I told him not to! And I just didn’t know how to bring it up..... But honestly, I didn’t mind. I liked spending time with you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “What? You liked spending time with me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve kind of liked you since the day we first met in the pub.”

“But that was months ago,” you said, incredulous. “Why didn't you say anything till now?”

He sighed, looking down for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I don’t know. All I know is that every time I look at you, it’s like the words leave my mouth. Of course, I wanted to talk to you after that night, but I didn’t know what came over me every time. You’re literally the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid my eyes on, and each time I wanted to ask you out, I’d choke up.” “But what about that date?” you asked, trying to process everything. “If you liked me so much, then why did you go on a date?”

Chris looked a little guilty. “George told you about that?” You nodded before he continued, “You can’t blame a guy for trying to move on, especially when a girl like you couldn’t possibly like me back,” he said softly.

You shook your head. “Chris, I… I’ve liked you too. I think I’ve liked you the whole time. But I didn’t think you did, especially after how everything was after we got drunk that night.”

Chris stepped closer, hope in his eyes. “You like me too?” he asked again, making sure he wasn’t wrong about what he heard.

“Yes, Chris, I like you too,” you responded.

“So we’re both hopeless in the love department?” he asked.

“Yep, looks like it,” you said, laughing. “So hopeless that we needed Cupid Clarkey to get us to finally admit our feelings.”

You both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Chris stopped to look at you, stepping even closer. “God, I love your laugh,” he said softly, and you looked at him shyly.

“And you have the most amazing eyes I’ve ever seen,” you stepped closer as well and he flashes that gorgeous smile of his, the kind that gets your stomach in knots.

He said, “You know, I regret nothing from that night.”

You replied teasingly, “Really?”

He nodded, “Well, there’s only one thing I regret.”

You asked, “And what’s that?”

He said, “That I didn’t get to kiss you,” as he tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes go dark and intense, piercing into your soul.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” you whispered, and with that, Chris crashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was everything you’d dreamed of and more. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer, while your arms made their way around his neck and your hand tangling into those perfect curls of his, tugging slightly, earning a groan from him.

The kiss was filled with so much emotion, both of you pouring everything into it—all the pent-up feelings from the past months. It was intense, and full of passion and tenderness, leaving you breathless. You could feel his heart pounding in sync with yours, the heat between you two electrifying. It was as if the world had melted away, and there was nothing but this moment.

Chris pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips. “Me too.”

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard a slight thud outside the door. Chris gave you a knowing look, and you raised your voice intentionally louder. “Well, George’s bed looks nice doesn’t it? I think he just put new sheets on.”

Chris chimes up, “Maybe we should use it. We’re locked in here anyways. Might as well make the most of our time.”

Immediately, you heard George unlocking the door, bursting into the room. “Okay, get out, both of you. I don’t want you two fucking on my bed.”

You and Chris burst into laughter. Chris scooped you up playfully and ran off to his bedroom, shutting the door behind you two.

Once you were in his room, he slowly placed you on the ground, then pulled you onto his lap as he sat at the edge of the bed.

“So... I think I should ask you properly,” he said, looking up at you.

Chris leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “Now that you know how I feel about you, what do you say we give this a shot? Will you go out with me?”

You nodded, heart pounding in your chest. “I’d like that, Chris.” and he flashed you a smile.

“We really should be thanking George,” he said.

“Yeah, normally I hate him meddling, but this time I don’t mind. But please don't tell him that, or I'll never here the end of it,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Chris grinned. Forget about it then, I just want to kiss you again.”

You laughed, and with that, you closed the distance again, letting yourself melt into his touch. The feeling of his soft lips sent a shiver down your spine.

This moment felt perfect, like you fit together in a way that was always meant to be. His arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you closer, and you could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours. You hated to admit it, but George playing cupid had turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to you and Chris.

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Bonus Fun Facts (cannon to this AU):

- George did find your drunk closeness to Chris disgusting, but he didn't really care if you snogged his friend or not. He pulled you off of Chris more out of fear of what you would do to him if he let you make any drunken mistakes while he was around. - During your conversation after movie night, George realized that Chris had a crush on you. - He and Chris disappeared off onto the balcony and he managed to get Chris to fess up that he was in fact into you. - George said he'd gladly meddle. Chris told him not to meddle. George meddled. - He knew you two hopeless idiots would not give each other a chance without a gentle push in the right direction. - George did in fact tell Chris not to go on the date, bringing up his crush on you. - Chris said that he was sure that there was no way you liked him and that you had not shown any interest in him. He did not want to make you uncomfortable by making a move on you so he decided to try and forget about his crush. - Could George just have told you that Chris liked you...yes? But did he instead choose to play cupid for his own amusement, of course he did. - Plus you hadn't explicitly told him that you liked Chris and he didn't want to dump that news on you. But then he realized that you were too thick when it came to your own feelings..so he did just dump it on you. - George realized he had to kick his matchmaking skills up to a 100 (and yes his best idea was locking you to in a room). - Of course he eavesdropped, and the next morning he did in fact not let you hear the end of it.

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I'm trying to get through all my pending requests now that I'm back. Also tell me if you liked the bonus facts in the end. I realized that there were things I wanted to include that I didn't want to put into the main fic, so I just threw them in at the end. I personally like it, so I think I'm going to start throwing them into my fics from now on.

Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Not working on any new requests currently but feel free to drop into my asks for a chat! 😊

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writerintheworking · 9 months ago

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Smut one shot requests (I write them on Wattpad & here but you can only request on here, my Wattpad user is sm_twrit_r) I only do male smut sorry

Baby:

-damiano younes

-niccolo govender

- Brando de sanctis

-fiore fiorenzi

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Harry potter + fancast:

-theodore nott

-mattheo ridde

-tom riddle

-lorenzo berkshire

-regulus black

-blaise zabini

-cedric diggory

-harry potter

-ron weasley

-fred weasley

-george weasley

-draco malfoy

-professor snape

-professor lupin

- James potter (fancast)

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Outer banks:

- JJ maybank

- john b

- poper heyward

- rafe cameron

- topper Thornton

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The vampire diaries:

-damon salvatore

-stefan salvatore

- Enzo st john

-jeremy gilbert

-tyler lockwood

- alaric saltzman

-klaus mikealson

- elijah mikealson

-kol mikealson

- kai parker

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The walking dead:

-daryl dixon

-rick grimes

-carl grimes

-negan smith

-glenn rhee

-ezekiel sutton

-jesus (Paul) monroe

-abraham ford

-alden

-merle dixon

-dwight

-shane welsh

-micheal mercer

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Stranger things:

-steve harrington

-eddie munson

-billy hargrove

-jonathan byers

-dimitri

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Riverdale:

-jughead jones

- archie andrews

- f.p jones

-sweetpea

-fangs fogarty

-reggie mantle

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Shameless:

-ian gallagher

-lip gallagher

-carl gallagher

-mickey milkovich

-kevin ball

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Grey's anatomy:

-derek shepherd

-alex karev

-jackson avery

-mark sloan

-george o malley

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Random:

- Jake webber

- johnnie guilbert

- Colby brock

- Sam golbach

- Vinnie hacker

- ghost (cod)

- ghostface

-dominic fike

-javon walton

-jaden walton

-matt sturniolo

-chris sturniolo

-dean winchester

-samwinchester

-percy jackson(og)

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The rookie:

-tim bradford

-john nolan

-wesley evers

-aaron thorsen

-henry nolan

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disturbingstar · 2 months ago

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TV/Comic Death Comparisons

Otis

• In “Save the Last One” Otis is left to be devoured by walkers after being shot in the leg by Shane Walsh.

• In the comics, Otis is devoured by walkers in the Prison. He is put down by Rick Grimes after reanimation.

Sophia Peletier

• In “Pretty Much Dead Already”, Sophia is revealed to have been bitten by a zombie and reanimated, and is later shot in the head by Rick Grimes after reanimation.

• In the comics, Sophia is still alive.

Dale Horvath

• In “Judge, Jury, Executioner”, Dale is disemboweled by a walker on Hershel's farm and mercifully shot in the head by Daryl Dixon.

• In the comics, Dale dies much later during the group's conflict with the Hunters, after being sustaining a bite from a walker. He is shot in the head by Andrea before reanimation. His death is similar to that of Bob Stookey from the TV Series.

Shane Walsh

• In “Better Angels”, Shane is stabbed to death by Rick Grimes, and is shot in the head by Carl Grimes after he reanimates.

• In the comics, Shane's death happens much sooner, roughly a day after the attack on the Atlanta camp. Instead of being premeditated like in the show, Shane's attempt on Rick's life is a “spur of the moment” event, brought on by Shane losing his mind due to several factors. Unlike the show, Shane is shot in the neck by Carl Grimes. After discovering that people reanimate regardless of the circumstances of their deaths, Rick travels to the Atlanta campsite to put Shane down, shooting him in the head.

Lori Grimes

• In “Killer Within”, Lori dies during a C-Section giving birth to Judith Grimes. She is shot by Carl Grimes before reanimation.

• In the comics, Lori survives giving birth to Judith, and isn't killed until the Governor's second assault on the prison, when she is shot and killed by Lilly Caul. This also results in the death of Judith, who is crushed by Lori's corpse, unlike the show where Judith is still alive.

Andrea Harrison

• In “Welcome to the Tombs”, Andrea is bitten by an undead Milton Mamet, whom Philip Blake stabbed and left in a room with a tied-up Andrea. Rather than die from infection, Andrea chooses to take her own life by shooting herself in the head.

• In the comics, Andrea dies much later during the war with the Whisperers. While leading a giant heard away from Alexandria, she is bitten on the neck while saving Eugene. She eventually dies from infection and is stabbed in the head by Rick Grimes after she reanimates.

Hershel Greene

• In “Too Far Gone”, Hershel is decapitated by Philip Blake after Rick refuses to vacate the prison. In “After”, he is put down by Michonne, who stabs him in the head.

• In the comics, Hershel gives up on life after his son Billy is killed during the second prison assault. He is executed by Brian Blake, who shoots him in the head.

Philip Blake

• In “Too Far Gone”, Philip is stabbed through the back by Michonne Hawthorne, and is later shot in the head by Lilly Chambler as he lay dying.

• In the comics, Brian Blake is killed by Lilly Caul, who shoots him in the head and kicks his body into a group of zombies.

Gareth

• In “Four Walls and a Roof”, Gareth is hacked to death by Rick Grimes.

• In the comics Chris, Gareth's comic counterpart, is brutally slaughtered by Rick Grimes, Andrea, Abraham Ford, and Michonne Hawthorne.

Bob Stookey

• In “Strangers”, Bob is bitten on the shoulder by a walker. To spare Sasha from watching his slowly die, he decides to walk out into the woods, where he is knocked out by one of the Terminus remnants. He wakes up, only to discover his leg has been eaten by the Termites. When Bob reveals he's been bitten, Gareth decides to return him to the church. He eventually succumbs to infection in “Four Walls and a Roof”, and is put down by Tyreese Williams before reanimation.

• In the comics, Bob is a former army medic living in Woodbury, who patched up the Governor after the latter endured brutal torture at the hands of Michonne Hawthorne. In the novel series, Bob continues to serve as the town's doctor following the second prison assault until his death of a heart attack. He is then put down by Lilly Caul before reanimation.

Tyreese Williams

• In “What Happened and What's Going On”, Tyreese is bitten on the arm by Noah's zombified brother. His arm is sliced off by Michonne to stop the infection from spreading, but Tyreese dies due to blood loss anyway. He is stabbed in the head by Michonne before reanimation.

• In the comics, Tyreese dies sooner, during the second prison assault. He is decapitated by Brian Blake after Rick refuses to vacate the prison. His zombified head is later stabbed by Michonne Hawthorne. His death is similar to that of Hershel Greene from the TV Series.

Ron Anderson

• In “No Way Out”, Ron holds Rick at gunpoint after witnessing Rick hack off Jessie's hand to save Carl. He is stabbed through the chest by Michonne, which causes him to reflexively fire his gun and shoot Carl's eye out.

• In the comics, Ron is devoured by zombies when he starts panicking and making too much noise. Carl's eye is accidentally shot out by Douglas instead. His death is similar to that of Sam Anderson.

Abraham Ford

• In “Last Day on Earth”, Abraham is picked by Negan Smith to be executed. Negan smashes Abraham's head with his baseball bat, Lucille, off-screen.

• In the comics, Abraham is shot in the back of the head and through the eye with a crossbow bolt fired by Dwight. His death is similar to that of Denise Cloyd.

Glenn Rhee

• In “The Day Will Come When You Won't Be”, Negan Smith smashes Glenn's head with Lucille after Daryl attacks him.

• In the comics, Glenn's death is similar, but happens under slightly different circumstances, as Glenn is the one who is chosen by Negan to be executed.

Olivia

• In “Hearts Still Beating”, Olivia is shot in the face by Arat as retribution for Rosita trying to kill Negan.

• In the comics, Olivia dies much later during the conflict with the Whisperers, when she is decapitated by Alpha.

Carl Grimes

• In “The King, the Widow, and Rick”, Carl is bitten by a walker while taking Siddiq back to Alexandria. In “Honour,” Carl shoots himself in the head after saying goodbye to his friends and family.

• In the comics, Carl survives the entire duration of the series.

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

• In “Evolution”, Paul is stabbed through the heart by an unnamed Whisperer.

• In the comics, Paul Monroe is still alive.

Alpha

• In “Walk With Us”, Alpha has her throat slit by Negan, who then decapitates her and brings her head to Carol. Her head is later recovered and put down by Beta.

• In the comics, Alpha's death is pretty much identical, although the circumstances of her death are slightly different. Negan doesn't lure Alpha away by claiming to have captured Lydia, but she instead approaches him after banishing him to sleep outside the Whisperers' camp. He also brings Alpha's head to Rick instead of Carol. In addition, Alpha's head is not known to have been put down afterwards.

Rosita Espinosa

• In “Rest in Peace”, Rosita is bitten on the shoulder and succumbs to the infection. She is then put down by Eugene before reanimation.

• In the comics, Rosita is one of the pike victims.

#the walking dead #the walking dead fandom #the walking dead spoilers #the walking dead tv show #the walking dead universe #twd fandom #twd spoilers #the walking dead comics

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insomniac4000 · 21 days ago

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder-ChrisMD

ChrisMD starts dating after his break up, but is he ready?

Chris Dixon, better known as ChrisMD to his millions of subscribers, sighed as he swiped through profiles on the dating app. It was a quiet Thursday night, and although his friends had suggested he get back out there, the whole dating app experience was more exhausting than he had expected. Since his breakup a couple of months ago, the thought of meeting someone new had been tempting, but it still felt strange. His last relationship had lasted for years and although it was a mutual decision he had to admit being alone was a foreign concept to him, one he didn’t much care for. Despite the excitement of new faces and potential connections, there was a sense of emptiness he couldn’t quite shake.

Just as he was about to put his phone down, a profile caught his eye: Y/N, 25, with a bright, genuine smile and a quirky sense of humour that radiated through her profile. Her interests ranged from trying out new food spots to exploring obscure museums as well as travelling. Her bio which read “last time I was someone’s type I was donating blood” made him laugh.

Curiosity piqued, Chris swiped right, not expecting anything, but he was pleasantly surprised when a notification popped up: It’s a match! Without hesitating, he sent her a quick message

Their first conversation flowed effortlessly. They exchanged light hearted banter, diving into their shared love for food, travel, and swapped useless but interesting facts with each other. Y/N didn’t seem fazed by his YouTube fame, which was refreshing. She treated him like anyone else, making jokes, challenging his taste in music, and asking him for his best “totally original” pickup line. After a few days of chatting, they decided to meet in person. They settled on a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet part of London, a spot Y/N had suggested because it had “the best garlic bread in the city.”

On the night of the date, Chris found himself nervously adjusting his shirt in front of the mirror, realizing he hadn’t been this anxious in a while. When he finally arrived, Y/N was already there, seated by the window, her eyes lighting up when she spotted him.

"Garlic bread enthusiast, huh?" Chris joked as he took a seat.

“It's an underrated art form,” she replied, grinning. "Only a true connoisseur understands."

Dinner was full of laughs and easy conversation. Chris found himself feeling lighter around her, like he could be himself without any of the usual pretence. They swapped stories from their travels, shared embarrassing moments, and debated whether pineapple on pizza was a culinary crime. Chris enjoyed every minute of it, feeling like he’d known her far longer than just a few days. The only problem was Shannon’s name left Chris’s lips far more than what Y/N was comfortable with.

After they parted ways that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, her laugh, the way she had teased him about his “dodgy” music tastes. The next day, he texted her, asking if she’d be up for another round of what he called “the best date of his life so far.” To his delight, she agreed.

Their second date was a bit more adventurous. Y/N suggested they visit a mini-golf course she loved, known for its bizarre themes and questionable props. Chris took her challenge to heart, determined to win, though he quickly discovered that Y/N was far better at mini-golf than she’d let on. She laughed as he tried to justify his terrible shots, claiming that the “wind” and “dodgy lighting” were to blame.

“Excuses, excuses,” she teased, tapping her golf ball with precision as it rolled neatly into the hole.

Afterward, they wandered through the nearby park, sipping hot chocolates from a street vendor and laughing about the terrible music that had been playing at the mini-golf course. As the conversation turned more personal once more Chris found himself talking about the break up, how much fun him and his ex had and how difficult it was for him to adjust to his new life.

“It was just… unexpected,” he admitted, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he looked down at the pavement. “We thought we were on the same page, but I guess… I wasn’t enough. It ended out of nowhere, and I thought we’d be together a lot longer than we were.”

Y/N listened quietly, nodding empathetically. “Breakups are rough. It sounds like you weren’t really given any closure.” Y/N was of course sympathetic to Chris’s plight but she couldn’t help but feel a little bit uncomfortable that this wasn’t really a date conversation, it was going on a little bit too long for her liking and she could see the pain in Chris’s eyes.

“No, not really,” he sighed. “I keep thinking maybe I did something wrong or there was something I missed. But… I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever get the answers I’m looking for.”

Y/N reached out and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “Sometimes we don’t get the closure we want, but we get the space to find ourselves again. Maybe that’s a kind of closure in itself.”

Chris smiled at her, appreciating her kindness. He was grateful she didn’t push further but instead shared her own experiences with past relationships, making him feel less alone. By the end of the night, he realized that he hadn’t felt this connected to someone in a long time. For the first time since his breakup, he felt hope. Hope that maybe he could move on and find happiness with someone new.

Over the next few days, though, Chris began to feel the shadow of his last relationship looming over him. Every time he thought of texting Y/N or asking her out again, he’d remember moments with his ex—memories he hadn’t quite let go of yet. It was subtle, a slight hesitation, but it was enough to make him realize he wasn’t as ready as he’d hoped.

Y/N noticed his hesitations, too. She cared about him and wanted to see where things could go between them, but she also saw the unspoken weight he carried. When he finally asked her out for a third date, she suggested they meet at a quiet café.

As they sipped their drinks, Y/N spoke gently. “Chris, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. You’re funny, kind, and just… a genuinely good guy. But I feel like maybe you’re not completely over your ex yet.”

Chris looked down, his stomach twisting. He knew she was right, but hearing it out loud stung.

“I want to be,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I was ready, but I guess… maybe I’m not. I didn’t mean to lead you on, Y/N. I really like you.”

Y/N reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. “I like you too. And I think we could have something special if the timing were different. But you deserve to heal properly, to move on fully before starting something new.”

Chris looked at her, sadness and understanding filling his gaze. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said softly. “But I don’t want to hold you back, either.”

She squeezed his hand. “Maybe we can be friends, and if things change in the future, who knows?”

They sat there for a moment, neither of them wanting to let go of the connection they’d found but knowing it was the right choice. Chris felt a mixture of heartbreak and relief. Heartbreak because he knew he was letting go of something wonderful, and relief because Y/N had understood him in a way few people had.

When they finally said goodbye, Chris walked away with a heavy heart but also a newfound resolve. He knew he had work to do, things to face and process before he could truly move forward. But he was grateful for Y/N, for her kindness, her understanding, and the small glimpse of happiness she had given him, even if only for a short while.

Over the following months, Chris focused on himself. He went to therapy, travelled a lot, spent time with friends even moving in with two of them, leaving his old flat with Shannon behind, and allowed himself the space to heal fully. It wasn’t an easy journey, and there were days he found himself missing Y/N and wondering what might have been. But he also knew that taking this time was the best thing he could do—not just for himself, but for anyone he might meet in the future.

Y/N and Chris occasionally messaged, keeping things friendly. He watched her career flourish from a distance, cheering her on as she accomplished new milestones. Each time they talked, he felt more at ease, and he realized how much he had grown since they’d parted ways.

He continued dating, he enjoyed going on dates and talking but he wasn’t getting the fulfilment out of them he was expecting. As time went on a new girl entered his mind, no longer was the measure of each girl Shannon but his mind now wandered to Y/N/

They parted on good terms, leaving a door open for whatever might come. Chris felt a bittersweet sense of closure, knowing that while they hadn’t worked out romantically, Y/N had helped him on his journey to healing. And maybe, just maybe, that was the kind of love he’d needed all along. They started off exchanging the odd message but they grew lwss frequent as time stretched on.

A few months passed since that final message exchange, and though Chris had moved on in a way he hadn’t thought possible, he still thought of Y/N every now and then. She had been a rare presence in his life—one that lingered in the best possible way. He continued to work on himself, finding a new rhythm with his friends and even experimenting with his style. His hair had grown out, now styled in natural curls, and he’d added a beard, giving him a rugged look that his friends insisted made him look like “an entirely new person” and it “hit different.”

Meanwhile, Y/N had been thriving. She’d taken time for herself too, her confidence growing with every project she launched. She’d let her hair grow longer, framing her face in loose, natural waves. If anyone had asked her about Chris, she would’ve smiled fondly and said he was a great guy, one who had taught her a lot about patience and understanding. But she rarely brought him up. Life had moved on, though she hadn’t expected her heart to skip a beat every time she heard someone bring up his videos.

Then, one Saturday night, fate intervened.

Y/N hadn’t planned on going out that night, but her friends had convinced her, insisting that she deserved a break. They ended up at a popular club downtown, the music loud, the lights vibrant, the energy electric. She was mid-conversation with one of her friends when she glanced across the crowded room—and there he was.

At first, she wasn’t sure it was him. The beard and curls were new, and he looked more confident, more relaxed in himself than she’d ever seen. But then he turned, catching her gaze across the room, and she knew it was him. Chris’s eyes widened in recognition, a flicker of surprise and warmth flashing across his face. Without a second thought, he made his way through the crowd toward her.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Chris,” she replied, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement. She could feel her pulse quicken as she took him in, noting the changes in his appearance but also sensing something different in his presence. He seemed… settled, in a way he hadn’t before.

“It’s been a while,” he said, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “You look… incredible.”

Her cheeks flushed as she smiled back. “Thanks. You’re looking a bit different yourself,” she teased, gesturing to his beard and curls. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

They both laughed, the initial tension melting away, replaced by an easy warmth. Y/N’s friends, sensing the connection between them, excused themselves, leaving the two to catch up. They found a quieter corner of the club and fell into conversation, picking up as if no time had passed.They talked about everything that had happened since they’d last seen each other, from their careers to the little life changes they’d each gone through. Chris told her about his travels, the therapy sessions he’d been attending, and the new confidence he’d found in being single and focusing on his growth. Y/N shared her own journey, the projects she’d taken on, and how she had learned to prioritize her happiness without relying on anyone else to fulfill it.

“I have to admit, I missed you,” Chris said after a pause, his gaze meeting hers. “There were so many times I wanted to reach out, but I knew it wouldn’t have been fair to either of us until I was truly ready.”

Y/N smiled softly, her heart warming at his honesty. “I missed you too, Chris. I was always rooting for you, even from a distance.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Chris finally took a deep breath. “Do you… maybe want to go out sometime? Properly, I mean.”

She looked at him, surprised but pleased, her own heart racing a bit at the prospect. “I’d like that,” she replied, her smile growing. “But let’s take it slow. I want to make sure we’re both on the same page this time.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed, his smile matching hers. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Over the next few weeks, they began dating again, this time with a new approach. Gone were the hesitations and uncertainties that had lingered between them before. Chris was no longer weighed down by his past, and Y/N felt secure in her own independence, knowing she was with someone who truly valued her for who she was.

Their dates were filled with laughter and warmth, revisiting old spots and discovering new ones together. On one of their first dates, Chris surprised her by taking her back to the mini-golf course where they’d once laughed and joked so freely. This time, though, he had something different planned. He’d made a small bet that whoever won would get to pick the next date spot, and Y/N, never one to back down from a challenge, took it seriously. She laughed as Chris tried to feign being terrible, his exaggerated misses making her giggle uncontrollably.

“I see right through you, Dixon,” she teased, tapping her golf ball into the hole with ease. “I know you’re just trying to make me laugh so I get distracted.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, his smile wide. “But isn’t that the point?”

It wasn’t long before their chemistry was undeniable. Their friends noticed the change too, commenting on how happy they seemed. Every time Chris looked at Y/N, he felt grateful for the second chance he’d been given, and he vowed not to take it for granted. They had both grown and changed, but it only made their connection stronger, deepening their respect and admiration for each other.

On a quiet evening a few months later, after dinner at one of their favourite spots, they sat on a bench overlooking the city, the lights twinkling like stars below them. Chris took her hand, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles as he spoke.

“I know we agreed to take things slow, but… I can’t help thinking how lucky I am to have met you,” he said softly, looking at her with a warmth that made her heart flutter. “It might’ve taken us some time, but I feel like… I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart swelling as she realized just how deeply she felt the same. “I feel the same way, Chris. You’re my second chance too, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They shared a quiet, tender kiss, both knowing that this time, they were ready. They had found each other at the perfect moment, not just as two people, but as two hearts that had grown, healed, and finally found their way back to one another.

#chrismd #chris dixon #chrismd x reader #chrismd imagine

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honestsilasbirchtree · 3 months ago

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June 15, 1952

The waffle house had been nameless for the entire eight years it had been in operation so far. Lizzie Dixon, 22, had been working there for three of those years. She could now begin preparing orders based on the sound of the cars pulling up and the tops of hats and hairdos that she could see through the blinds.

All of her lunchtime regulars were currently in, the dishwasher was out for a "smoke" again, and absolutely nothing was going to surprise her. She thought about dropping a milkshake glass for the hell of it.

"The back of that greasy kid's head looks like it could use some sparkle! Why don't you give it a hurl!"

Lizzie jumped at the sudden loud voice by her ear and dropped the glass, just missing her foot. The shards scattered. "Oh-! Oh no, no..." The dishwasher, finally back behind the counter, turned around at the sound. "Whoa, Lizzie, what happened?"

"Where have you been?" Lizzie snapped. "Don't just-- careful stepping through, oh, come on, get a broom or something, I have to take this gentleman's order--" She turned back to find herself face to face with a pale stranger in a suit and hat.

"Shucks, you missed!" he continued. "Better luck next time, huh?"

Lizzie allowed herself a smirk at that. "I might like that, but I like working here more, I'm afraid."

"Oh, you do?" said the stranger. His voice seemed strangely loud and shrill no matter what volume he was speaking at. "I see, got to comfort yourself somehow after your big audition flopped. Don't worry, that whole rodeo will fold a year from now anyway! BIG shooting malfunction! You're better off out of the, haha, line of fire! Trust me!"

Lizzie's eyes flicked over to the ad taking up most of the far wall at the end of counter--a flirtatious blonde cowgirl, SLUGGER COFFEE, 'Start Your Day Like a Shot!' She really hoped he was talking about cameras. "...I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Silas Birchtree, travelling salesman and so much more!" he doffed his hat. (For a moment, she heard some kind of buzzing.) She could see his eyes better now, wide and avid to a near painful looking degree, just like his smile. "Now, Lizzie, can I just say--"

"Hey!" A redheaded young man wearing a blazer in an unfortunate color took a seat at the bar. "Is this fella bothering you, Liz?"

"She hasn't been interested since you called her "Lizard" the first day of junior high, Chris!" the newcomer shot back. Heads all through the establishment were turning. "Take your comedy act somewhere else! I'd suggest the middle of the road, but if this one horse town ever gets anything resembling actual traffic, I'll eat that horse myself!"

Lizzie wanted to sink into the floor. Chris flushed red and balled up his hands. "Why don't you get bent, you creep! Who d'you think y--"

"Hey, ain't you supposed to be dead?" an old farmer at the other end of the counter called out. "We had a burial and everything, I saw." This set the gathering crowd murmuring.

Birchtree flashed a megawatt grin his way. "Normal human man, right here!" He thumped his chest hard. "Aren't you supposed to be cutting back on the drink, Ray? Then again, the doctor has bills to pay, too! Wanna bet you can help finance his new car?"

Ray's brow furrowed. "Say, how'd you know all that? What new car?"

"An excellent question! My unearthly knowledge comes from above!" Birchtree threw his arms wide, shouting to the whole restaurant. "An all-knowing entity of awesome power has chosen me to be his herald! He's seen your mistakes! He watches your dreams! He foresees the terrible way that you will die, yes, each and every one of you!" Now he was standing on the counter, with a sea of open-mouthed faces around him. "All of these secrets and more I will share with you rubes, if! You! Follow me outside!"

He stepped down from the counter and strode out the door, a throng following him out and down the street to Orchard Lake's central square. Lizzie let herself out from behind the counter to join them, still trailing broken glass underfoot.

"Hey, where are you going?" the dishwasher shouted after her. "Hey! Lizzie! What are you doing? Come back!"

#narrative #silas birchtree #long post

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grimoireofhayley · 1 year ago

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Grimoire of Hayley's Masterlist

Hello and Welcome to my Masterlist.

Here you will find both continued and currently writing stories/series and their links, which is always nice as it brings you straight to it. My Masterlist will always be updated and you'll find every literature piece I've ever written located here.

When Requesting Prompts/Headcanons/One-Shots:

I will write anything whether it be triggering to many or not triggering at all, whether it be dark and grotesque to light and heartwarming; nothing is off limits (I am a splatterpunk/extreme horror author) but please be specific with what you want in the 'Ask Away' section of my blog.

Below are a list of things I will need... I WILL AUTOMATICALLY DECLINE if I am missing all three things in the request.

Pronouns

Character or Characters you want written for/about

Prompt/Idea

Example: "Hi, I would like to request a prompt where reader's pronouns are she/her and I want it to be with Billy Loomis where reader is upset that Billy has gotten so close to Sidney, I want it to be angsty, possible friends to lovers trove."

!RULES FOR MY BLOG!

THIS IS A 18+ BLOG, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, as there will be hardcore smut (even though I’m still learning how to write it, haha), swearing, and graphic content...

I DO NOT tolerate any kind of bullying in the comments, if I see any, you will be automatically removed from any tag list you may have requested to be on, your comment will be removed and you will be blocked. So, please, NO BULLYING.

BE RESPECTFUL to me and to others

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION for MY STORIES to be posted on other sites!

Fandoms I’ll write for 🥵

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Astarion Ancunin, Gale of Waterdeep, Wyll Ravengard, Shadowheart, Karlach, Halsin, Raphael, Lae'zel,

SCREAM

Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Randy Meeks, Charlie Walker, Dewey Riley

HORROR

Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Leatherface, Ghostface (obvs 🤟🏻) Pyramid Head

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield

BRIDGERTON

Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Simon Hastings

THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Negan Smith

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer, John Winchester

EVIL DEAD (Series and Movies)

Ash Williams, Pablo, Baal, Kelly Maxwell, Ruby

☣️Reading Lists/My Works☣️

Stranger Things

Colourful Mind (Eddie Fic) (Will be continued soon)

The Jealousy Monster (Eddie Fic) (Completed)

Evil Dead

Hail to The King, Baby! (Ash Williams Fic) (Will be continued soon)

Scream

Of Friends and Horror (Stu and Billy Fic) (Current series!)

Baldur's Gate 3

Cheri Cheri Lady (Astarion FanFiction)

#fanfiction #scream 1996 #horror #horror movies #stranger things #Youtubers #The Walking Dead #Writer #Fanfiction Writer #Bridgerton #Resident evil #Prompts #story prompt #story ideas #writing idea #writing prompt #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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purexfuego · 2 years ago

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Series and the Characters I Write For!

!Clarification! If said character's actor/actress has drama or claims against them, I will still write about the character but I will not write about the actor/actress.

I can write requests with y/n, she/her, he/him, they/them, and any personality traits you'd like!

I'll most likely write fluff, blurbs, one-shots, and smut

All Characters will be aged 18+ in smut or suggestive stories

I will put warnings and triggers at the top of the fic, along with a brief synopsis

I'm open to constructive criticism!

If you find something in my work offensive/rude/triggering and I missed it while creating my warnings, please let me know!!

We're all human and we all make mistakes!

LGBTQIA+ Inclusive!

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Teen Wolf

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derick Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Allison Argent

Issac Lahey

Lydia Martin

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

Wednesday

Xavier Thorpe (I write for the character, not Percy)

Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Glenn Rhee

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice

HalfSac

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Bobby

Opie

Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

Miguel Diaz

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri

Robby Keene

Johnny Lawerence

Daniel LaRusso

Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Ward Cameron

Topper

Kingsman

Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

Hamish Mycroft/Merlin

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Lost Boys

Michael Emerson

Sam Emerson

Edgar Frog

Allen Frog

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Izombie

Blaine DeBeers

Don. E

Ravi Chakrabarti

Major Lilywhite

Yellowstone

John Dutton

Kacey Dutton

Lee Dutton

Beth Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Metal Lords

Hunter Sylvester

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Charlie Swan

Jacob Black

Marvel

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

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samsaffair · 8 months ago

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welcome to my blog ! here you can find info on me & links !

hey! i’m nancy! im an avid sturniolo, obx, twd, marauders fan. ur totally welcome to send in reqs for one shots etc!! I have Dyslexia so pls don’t be horrible is my spelling or grammar is off !!

here’s what i WON’T write:

piss kink

dubcon/noncon etc.

abuse

rape

&& any very very extreme kinks

fandoms & the characters i’ll write for !

Outer Banks — Rafe Cameron. John B. JJ Maybank, && Pope Heyward.

Sturniolo Triplets — Matt Sturniolo, Chris Sturniolo, Nathan Doe && Nick Sturniolo (Platonic unless with a male reader !)

The Hunger Games — Finnick O’Dair && Peeta Mallark

The Walking Dead — Rick Grimes && Daryl Dixon

Marauders Era — Regulus Black, James Potter, Sirius Black && Remus Lupin

Golden Era — Theodore Nott

Marvel — Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers && Sam Wilson

Supernatural — Sam Winchester && Dean Winchester

All the stuff in italics is the people & fandoms i ADORE to write

That’s all! Check out my Masterlist !! xox nancy

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slovenlyrecordings · 1 year ago

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We got some killer new titles in at Slovenly USA

And some Jawbreaker records too: sloven.ly/store1

Stoked to have Tha Retail Simps cruddy-ing up our inventory... GET THIS! And the new one from The Whiffs? YASS QUEEN. If you're not getting it from us, get it from the dudes demselves on their upcoming August tour!

New LP from Paint Fumes too. You can't beat it with a bat!

Best repro of the lot? That's easy... THE VALIANTS "Tequila Twist" is one of the hairiest jungle exotica tracks E.V.E.R. and it's backed with a swingin' SHAN-TONES track for this ish.

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CHERRY CHEEKS "S/T" LP (Second press)

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JIMMY DEE "The Push" / DANNY LUCIANO "Get Into It" 7”

VALIANTS "Tequila Twist" / SHAN-TONES "Sheba" 7"

ROLLERS "Troubles" / ELMER PARKER & THE LIGHT LIGHTERS "Look Out Baby" 7”

JIMMY NOLEN "How Fine Can You Be/ Strollin' With Nolen" 7"

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LOS DADDYS "Cumbia Kairo / La Cumbia Primero De Mayo" 7"

VARIOUS ARTISTS "Rhythm And Blues Guitar Crushers Vol. 1" LP

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SCREAMING LORD SUTCH “Story” (LTD., RED vinyl) LP

BIKINI KILL "Revolution Girl Style Now" LP

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EXPLODING HEARTS "Guitar Romantic (Expanded & Remastered)" LP

JAWBREAKER "Bivouac" (GREEN vinyl) LP

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FLOYD DIXON "Roll Baby Roll / Hey Bartender" 7"

GRIFFIN BROTHERS ORCHESTRA "I Wanna Go Back / Stubborn As A Mule" 7"

CHRIS KENNER "Sick & Tired/ ERNIE FREEMAN "Dumplins'" 7"

NATHANIEL MAYER "I Want Love And Affection / From Now On" 7"

MICKEY & SYLVIA "No Good Lover / Walkin' In The Rain" 7"

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SAMHAIN "Initium" LP (Random Colored vinyl)

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Spirit of Television

Episode Recap #70: Spirit of Television Original Airdate: May 12, 1990

Starring: Louise Robey as Micki Foster Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak

Guest cast: Marj Dusay as Ilsa Van Zandt / Ellie Robinson Paul Humphrey as William Belinda Metz as Jessica Francis Paul Bettis as Robert Jandini Nancy Cser as Genevieve Susan Cox as Katia Hamish McEwan as Vinnie Rivera Elliott Smith as Bruce Jed Dixon as Roger Sebastian Brian Rainey as Newsman Ida Carnevali as Mama Jandini Leslie Yeo as Papa Jandini Bill Vibert as Bartender

Written by Bob Holbrook (as Robert Holbrook) Directed by Jorge Montesi

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Open on a dark and stormy night at a big old house. A woman, Ilsa Van Zandt, sits brushing her hair. Downstairs, a man lets in a trio rain-soaked guests. One man is not thrilled to be there, but the woman says it has been one year since their friend died. The third member of the group says the house reminds him of where they shot their last video. Upstairs, Ilsa is upset to pull out a big clump of hair and then lose a fingernail.

Later, Ilsa is conduction a séance around a table with herself and the three visitors. She tells them to concentrate on their dead friend, Roger. The candles flicker and soon an old television set turns on, with Roger on the screen, addressing the woman, Jessica. But her friends see and hear nothing. Jess apologizes to Roger, who says he forgives her before fading away. Ilsa says he's moved on.

After, one of the guys is arguing with Jess about spending $2000 to talk to no one. Jess still blames herself for Roger's death. Upset, she goes downstairs and makes a drink. Soon, her television turns on with Roger reappearing. This time, he is angry and accuses her of leading to his overdose. The television explodes, hurling glass into Jess, who slams into the fireplace and collapses. Suddenly, she's on the old tv screen as Ilsa watches. Jess is pulled into any abyss. Ilsa says she gave the tv a life, now she wants time. We see her name and date of death on her gravestone change on the tv screen, giving her 10 more days.

Cut to credits.

Johnny is adjusting an antenna out the door, as Micki and Jack watch their television screen. She tells him when the picture has improved, but they lose it, and get it back again, in time for a news report about rock singer Jessica's death. Vinnie, her bandmate, is interviewed, mentioning their meeting with medium Ilsa Van Zandt. Micki recalls her name, telling Jack and Johnny to investigate her while she talks to Vinnie.

William, her assistant, is opening the curtains as Ilsa wakes up. William sits on the bed. He's concerned about her. Ilsa says she is just fine. They kiss.

Later, she is being interviewed about her famous clients, and Micki, Jack and Johnny watch. Micki then says the band believes Jess pushed Roger too hard, leading to his overdose. She also says Jess died when her tv shorted out, electrocuting her. Johnny says another of Ilsa's clients was also electrocuted. Micki wants to see Ilsa, but Jack says she only sees elite people. Micki goes to call a famous fashion designer friend, Genevieve.

At night, Ilsa is conducting a new séance with Micki, Johnny and Genevieve, calling for the spirit of Martina to appear. Candles flicker and the chandelier shakes, then Martina appears on the old television screen, but only to Genevieve. Micki and Johnny see nothing. Martina praises her old student, and even gives Genevieve new design ideas before the screen goes black.

Jack asks what Genevieve saw, but Micki says the woman took off as soon as the séance concluded. Johnny believes the woman saw something, but that Ilsa said it was private between Genevieve and the spirit. Jack says this is untrue, that a spirit would appear to all present. Ilsa wouldn't talk about any of the others, she was too tired. Jack couldn't find Ilsa in the Manifest. Johnny and Micki leave to go talk to Genevieve.

William worries about Ilsa overdoing things with the seances and wants her to take a vacation. Unknown to him, Ilsa pulls a loose tooth out of her mouth and goes into the bathroom.

Genevieve has sketched out the designs she saw, then goes to start water for a bath. Ilsa talks to her antique television, calling forth Martina and telling her that she can take Genevieve. Looking back at her sketches, Genevieve doesn't realize her television has turned on, but does notice as it turns around and Martina is now on the screen. Now angry, the dead woman accuses Genevieve of stealing her ideas. Genevieve tries to hide in the bathroom but the television on its stand rolls after her, Martina laughing. As she falls back in to the tub, the tv pushes forward, falling into the water as Genevieve screams. Outside, Micki and Johnny hear and rush to get inside. By the time they get to the bathroom, Genevieve is dead. At her home, Ilsa watches Genevieve on the screen, pulled away into darkness. But this time, she only gains one day on her tombstone, confusing her. She pleads with the tv, to no answer. William listens at the door.

Next day, Micki is sure Ilsa must have a cursed item. Jack remembers a friend, Robert Jandini, who specializes in debunking spiritualists and goes to call him.

Ilsa begs the tv for answers but gets none. William opens the door, telling her two men are here. Before she can respond, Jack and the man, calling himself Richard Whittington, barge in, demanding her help in contacting someone. But Ilsa recognizes Richard Jandini and calls him out. Jack shows his Curious Goods card, claiming to only be interested in antiques. Jandini threatens to go public if she refuses to hold a séance for him. Ilsa claims to have been anticipating him and lets him inspect the room.

After two searches with no results, Ilsa wants to begin. Jandini demands William stay, too. The séance begins, and Ilsa calls on any dead known to the skeptical man. Candles flicker. The television turns on, and only Jandini can see his parents on it, who miss him. He apologizes for not seeing them often. Jack and William see nothing.

Leaving, Jandini tells Jack that Ilsa is the real deal, he saw his parents appear. Jandini says he has always felt guilty for abandoning them when they needed him. But now he feels that weight lifted.

Ilsa compares the address on Jack's business card to the label on the back of the tv that reads "Lewis Vendredi Antiques" with the same address. She realizes Jack wants the tv back, and wonders if this is why the tv only gave her one day. William comes in, amazed at Ilsa's gift. He wants to learn, but Ilsa tells him the living is more important than the dead. She sends him up to bed, then calls on Jandini's parents to take care of their son. William spies on her.

Micki is on the phone with Jack, saying he experienced the same thing her and Johnny did. Micki says Ilsa was unknown completely until five years ago. Jack say he is going to stay with Jandini for now. Johnny comes upstairs with books Lewis had saved on spiritualism, all writen by an Ellie Robinson, the last from 1984, which Micki says is when Ilsa appeared. Johnny goes to talk to a cop friend about one of the deaths for more information.

Ilsa grows impatient.

Jack and Jandini talk at a bar, about how Ilsa's séance didn't follow normal routines. Jandini knows what he saw and as he explains to Jack, his parents appear on the bar's television screen. They are now angry at him. Jack only sees the hockey game playing. Jandini is torn up by his parents accusations. Jack goes to get him out of the bar, but the bartender stops him for payment. Jandini leaves on his own.

Ilsa, her face showing sores, begs her television to find him.

Jack leaves and looks for his friend. Jandini has made it down the street and in front of a store where his parents appear again, driving him mad with guilt and shame. Jack sees him talking to blank televisions. His parents tell him he deserves suffering. Jack stops him from breaking the store window, leading him away.

Ilsa bangs on the television as she continues to deteriorate. She heads upstairs.

Johnny tells Micki that the cop told him another client of Ilsa's died when his tv fell into his pool. Micki connects all the televisions being involved in the deaths and looks up and finds a television in the Manifest that Lewis donated to a convalescent home. She says they can call in the morning, but Johnny says they can drive out there. She agrees and goes to call Jack to inform him.

Ilsa covers up to go out, telling William to stay put.

Jack gets Jandini home and just as he picks up the ringing phone, Micki hangs up. Jack tries to help his friend who is losing his grip, worried his parents will haunt him forever. The phone rings again, and someone says Jack has an urgent letter from Curious Goods but he has to come down and get it. Jack says he'll be right down. We see the caller was Ilsa, covering her voice. Jack thinks the is important news from Micki heads down.

Jandini looks askew at his television, then there is a knock at the door. Jandini lets in Ilsa, happy to her because he hopes she can help. Ilsa says they only want to help him and leads him to the tv with them on it, saying they will never forgive him. He picks up the tv and with goading from Ilsa, steps back and falls through the window, with the tv. Jack sees commotion and goes out and finds his friend, dead. Ilsa leaves, not realizing William has followed and watched it all play out.

Ilsa, home and doing poorly, begs the television to help now that she's made sure Jandini died. But her gravestone on the screen goes black. William, outside her room, asks what's wrong, but she tells him to go. He comes in anyway, and when she turns, he sees her hair is all gray and her face is rotting. He wants to take her to the doctor, but she says that won't help, that this is the day she dies. William wants to help. Ilsa thinks she needs to kill Jack Marshak.

Jack storms downstairs, Micki calling behind him, telling him it wasn't his fault. Jack thinks he got his friend killed by involving him. Johnny tells him about Ellie, the so-so medium, and Micki says Lewis had the tv delivered to her convalescent home where she was dying of an incurable disease, but the tv saved her. Johnny thinks she killed Jandini for possibly exposing her, and may be after Jack next. Jack wants to confront her, but Micki says he's acting out of guilt like all the rest did. Johnny tells him to stay put, that him and Micki will go.

They arrive at Ilsa's and sneak around, entering through the basement. Inside, they find the television and Ilsa gone. Johnny thinks she's gone to get Jack. Micki tells him to get the car and she'll call and warn Jack. Micki calls and Jack picks up but the line goes dead.

The power at Curious Goods goes out next. Jack grabs a flashlight and heads downstairs, hearing noises. He looks around and suddenly sees the television. William grabs Jack's arms and Ilsa, seriously rotting and close to death, calls out to the television. Jack struggles, and says Jandini wouldn't betray him. But Jandini does appear, saying Jack got him involved in this. Ilsa says Jack has always wanted to see what lies beyond and now he will. Jandini says if Jack won't come to him, he'll come to Jack. The screen goes hyper-bright and it pulls the air toward it, a hand reaching out for Jack, who fights William, pushing him toward it. Micki and Johnny rush in and Johnny grabs William, freeing Jack. But the hand grabs William and pulls him toward it. Ilsa goes to help him, but soon they are both pulled inside the television, to the horror of the gang.

Next day, Micki and Johnny are worried about Jack. Micki asks if it was really Jandini he saw, but Jack doesn't believe so. He thinks Ilsa made the tv show people what she wanted them to see, letting her escape death. Jack tells a story about someone who ran from death only to run right to it.

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My thoughts:

An interesting tale, and boy do they fit a lot into this episode.

I do like how smart our trio has gotten in chasing the items. Micki is suspicious within moments and they are off chasing Ilsa quickly.

That said, with no idea how this cursed item works, or even what it is at first, it was irresponsible to involve both Micki's fashion designer friend and Jack's old magic buddy. They kind of did put them in Ilsa's path, meaning to or not.

Do you think Jandini should have been Rashid? Seems like it was a good place for Rashid to reappear, but I would have hated to see him die.

Johnny has been altered from his original brash, act-first, think-later attitude. He is more level-headed now. Still makes a lame joke at the end, though.

Wonder if Ilsa, or rather Ellie, had a relationship with old Lewis? He had her books and sent the tv to where she was dying in order to help her. Maybe…

Next week: The Tree of Life

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