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maybe-i-should-try-harder · 1 year ago

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I got tagged twice !! Hi abyss if you see this you tagged me too anyways to the questions I'm gonna embarrass myself

When did you post your first fanfic?

....so, way back in 2016 when i was like. 9-10.. it was on an old local site named Bookcity that has since been closed but it was VEEERY popular for the fanfiction community in my country. Some of my friends to this day are from there ! Shoutout to Ryan, Star and Dro yall are cool and you knew me when I went by Chica

First character you wrote for?

........okay so it. It. It was a fnaf. Fanfic. And I wrote about Bonnie and Foxy fighting over Chica. (She ended up marrying Freddy LMAOOOOO)

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for?

JEREMIAH HEERE THE ONE AND ONLY

Character(s) you haven’t written for yet but want to write for soon?

Ah jeez... don't think I ever wrote Chloe but I did analyze her.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

Right now im on my bmc galore but I've always been a deh og

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for?

Jeremy and all the girls. I love them.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for?

...Richjer and Deere 😭 Richie Tozier x Violet (oc) and Pink Guitar (Amy Mayrose my oc X Zoe Murphy)

Top three AO3 tags?

First Kiss, Mutual Pining and I wrote this instead of sleeping

Current Platform?

Ao3! I don't touch anything else sorry

Snippet from current WIP?

ABYSS THIS IS FOR YOU IM ACTUALLY STILL WRITING THIS LMAO IM SORRY FOR BEING A YEAR LATE ITS NOT DONE IM STUPID SLOW

Therefore I'm tagging you even if you did it @theabyssgazesalsointoyou

“Yo, is that fucking Carly Rae Japsen?” A voice asks behind him, a slight lisp can be heard, nearly hidden.

Jake turns around, in slight embarrassment, his eyes slightly wide. A short, muscly guy with a violently vibrant red streak in his beach blonde hair.

“I like her music,” Jake says, smiling a bit. This charming smile always works on everyone.

“That’s fucking lame.” The guy snorts, sporting a muscle top that really shows off his physique, Jake can’t help but appreciate it, he clearly put work into his body, Jake can admit, the guy looks good.

“I like Taylor Swift.” He adds in, grinning wildly as he reveals the cutest tooth gap. (known to man)

Jake’s shoulders untense with relief

“Sup. Rich Goranski, I’m guessing we are roomies? Unless you’re decorating someone else’s room, then that’s kinda weird.” The guy - Rich - says, shrugging offhandedly at the end with a knowing smirk of an unfunny joke.

The more he talks, the more s’s he has to pronounce, and the more Jake realizes.

“Oh my god, You’re a nerd!” Jake laughs with glee, walking over to Rich to hug him real tight.

“And you’re fucking ripped, Jesus!” He exclaims, being squeezed his breath away by Jake.

“You never told me your name.” His eyes focus on the wheelchair behind Jake, though his mouth asks no questions.

“Jake Dillinger,” Jake says through a chuckle, releasing Rich.

“I broke my legs in a freaky accident a year ago. It just makes stuff easier.”

Rich makes an ‘ohhh’ noise and nods, chuckling awkwardly as he backs off Jake.

“Sorry, I gotta ask.

How popular were you in high school?”

“That obvious?”

“You look like a movie.”

“I was the king of high school,” Jake answers sheepishly. “I had an empty house, lots of booze, and a love for sports.”

Rich’s heart hangs on to the empty house statement.

He shrugs. “I tried being popular, found advice online, barely followed through," Rich says, although something hides behind his eyes.

Jake smiles.

"You look plenty cool to me, Broanski."

And Rich bursts into a laugh.

"How were you popular??

Broanski..

Imagine I called you something stupid with your last name.

Like..”- His face scrunches up, thinking. -”..DillingJake

Jakey-ger..'

And then something clicks.

"Jakey D!" And mid-way through Rich's name spiel, Jake started laughing too, holding onto Rich's shoulder for support.

"You're funny, dude."

And Rich just smiles.

Maybe they got lucky with rooms.

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I had fun doing this! ♡

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)

first character you wrote for:

Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Harrow & Stranger Things

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

whump, hurt/comfort & angst

your current platform where you post your works:

tap HERE for my AO3

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

should be posted hopefully within the next few days!

But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.

* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.

🏷️ no pressure tags at random: @foodiewithdahoodie @queereldritch @bebataylor84 @ohfallingdisco @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @sillylittlerock @jcbbby @maladaptive-jcb @highwarlockofphilly @can-of-pringles @mirilyawrites @chaos-monkeyy @harringroveera @medium-rare-bimbo @deliaqbower @ripcreel @rins-love-wins @okilokiwithpurpose @lokisgoodgirl @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @daddiesdrarryy @loki-hargreeves @zodiyack @cha-melodius @insert-witty-user-name-here @dewdropreader @blackbirdofasgard @mimisempai @underwhelmingalchemist @excusemefangirlhere @abitofboth @worstloki @littlekinng @andiwriteordie @cluelessbees @suzieburself @waroftheposes @drop-of-infinity @bookinit02 @bizarrelittlemew @ghostalservice @pilkingtonian @thefatedthoughtofyou @brbsoulnomming @spooky-brakers @cosmicanamnesis @cranberrymoons @onirislanding @thefreakandthehair @thisapplepielife — if I didn’t tag you and you’d like to join, please do! everybody is welcome

#talking to the moon #bmc #richjake

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live-laugh-lesbian80083 · 3 years ago

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La Vie en Rose Chapters

This is where you can find all the chapters to my series, La Vie en Rose!

Summary: Everything about her is perfect. Her grades, her looks, her personality, everything. Desiree Hale is known as little miss perfect all throughout middle school. But when she makes the transition from being in eighth grade to being a freshman, everything changes. Not because of the change in her surroundings, but because of a girl. A girl with gorgeous brown locks and stunning eyes to match, with a voice that sounds like an angel and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. The moment Desiree laid her eyes on the girl, she knew there was something different about herself.

1 - Don't Forget About Me

#dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen #zoe murphy x oc #zoe murphy #desiree hale #connor murphy #evan hansen #jared kleinman #alana beck #larry murphy #cynthia murphy #heidi hansen #lgbtq fanfic #pansexual fanfic #bisexual fanfic #wlw love #wlw fanfic

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amarantastopics · 3 years ago

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Prompt for Dear Evan Hansen visual novel fan-made sequel: Sincerely Me

So Dear Evan Hansen never had a sequel, which disappointed me because of what happened at the end.

So I have an idea for a visual novel sequel called "Sincerely Me" (as the original "Dear Evan Hansen" was the first words of the signature letter, and "Sincerely Me" are the last words).

It takes place after the ending of the musical, & the main plot is you playing as Evan as he go through college trying to make money & decide what he wants in life, while dealing with the tortuous guilt of his actions in the musical & how the world still doesn't know the truth. As he struggles to decides whether or not to finally confess, he tries his best to be a better person & make amends for what he did in every other way he can, in the process building new relationships & friendships as well as trying to mend old ones. But remember, it's a step-by-step process to redemption, ESPECIALLY if it's in regards to the Murphys. You aren't allowed to rush things with them, for obvious reasons. If you stick your nose in someone's business where it's not wanted or needed, no matter how good your intentions are, you will lose points.

One of the choices you can make is whether or not you admit your lies to the world or keep it a secret as the Murphys planned. I won't spoil how it either choice goes.

If you've played the Persona games, you'll know of Social Links & Confidants. It's where you do certain things to unlock (sometimes optional) interactive side-quests with certain characters & go up by rank until you reach Rank 10. You achieve a certain relationship with said character based on your choices, your rank in different virtues (such as courage or knowledge), & if you've reached Rank 9/Rank 10 or not. For Evan, these characters include canon ones (Heidi, Zoe, Cynthia, Larry, Jared, & Alana) as well as OCs. This includes the option to romance certain characters (most of the options are OCs; the only canon options are Zoe & Jared, & Jared is not the only gay option). Depending on your Social Link rank, the choices you've made, & your rank in values, you can pick choices as different characters. When you get to Rank 9 or 10, you have certain options to decide how the character feels about Evan depending on your previous choices & how high your values are (ex. honesty, kindness, courage, etc.).

If it's a romance option, you decide if they're in love with Evan or just see them as a friend, then you choose as Evan if you reciprocate or not. If the character is not a romance option, you decide how the character feels about Evan & where their relationship/friendship is, & then how Evan feels.

I should talk about Zoe because I want to make it clear that she's THE most difficult friendship & romance to achieve, unsurprisingly (besides Cynthia & Larry, but I shouldn't need to point out that they're not romance options). But it's clear as day that Evan is not doing these things to get her back, or else that would be EXTREMELY shitty & go against the whole point of the visual novel. When you unlock a certain rank with Zoe & you've achieved enough points through good enough choices, Evan will ask Zoe if he can set her up with someone else because he tells her he wants her to be happy, & he confirms he honestly wants this in his own thoughts.

You have to have an 100% right-choice play-through, max out your values, & get to Rank 9 or 10 before you even unlock the OPTION for Zoe to decide if she's still in love with Evan or not. If you don't do these, Zoe will only see Evan as a friend a at BEST. Even then, you can mess it all up:

If you have Zoe confess to still being in love with Evan, & you decide that Evan is still in love with her as well (only if he's single, of course, because he's no cheater), but decide to lie that you're not in love with her anymore because you don't want her protesting your claims you don't deserve her, she'll IMMEDIATELY see through it & end everything with you for good - because you lied to her again, & thus you learned nothing. If you decide she's still in love with Evan when he's with someone else (for angst, I guess - again, it's all up to you), & Evan lies that he doesn't deserve her instead of just telling her the truth that he's not in love with her anymore, it'll be the same outcome - your relationship is ruined permanently.

Then there's Jared. Depending on what you do, when you get to Rank 9 or 10, you can decide if Jared is in love with Evan or just sees him as a friend (rather than "family friend"), & then you pick as Evan if he reciprocates or not.

Or of course you can easily just have Evan stay single. Romancing a character is absolutely not necessary to get the golden ending (ESPECIALLY in regards to Zoe), or else it would spit in the face of the message.

I'm not sure yet if I can make this reality myself can because I don't have the best drawing/animation skills & I'm struggling to figure out how to use RenPy. So anyone can take the idea upon for themselves & bring it to life if they wish.

Feel free to ask me any questions if you have any!

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riverdale-is-just-okay · 6 years ago

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The New Girl, chapter one

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Sweet Pea x OC

Word Count: 4499 (way longer than I expected)

Summary: Zoe is new to the Southside of town which means she’s fresh meat at the hellhole they try and pass off as a high school. Her main priority is to make sure her brother, Alex, is safe. Which is tested on their first day when he is targeted, but certain dark-haired boy comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Violence (which is pretty standard at this point with my stories *nervous laughter*) and little bit of swearing...

A/N: New story! with my favorite little (male) gang member (my true favourite being Toni, of course). I’m having a little trouble wrapping up Saving Grayse, but I had this one done so I’d thought I’d just post it in the meantime. Got a feeling this may turn into a multiple part story because I just can’t help myself. It is going to be multiple parts because I couldn't help myself. Let me know what you think. Happy reading!

Tag List: @lolabean1998 (just let me know if you want to be added to or taken off the tag list for this or any other stories - also if they’re not working just tell me).

"Okay," Zoe says. "It's gonna be fine, it always looks worse than it is."

Alex glances up to his older sister. "They have shitting metal detectors and fucking guards." He points to a stocky man stood a few metres away from the pair.

"Oi, watch your mouth." She glares at him. "And all for me trying to make it feel like we're not walking into a literal living hell."

"I can't do this." He shakes his head. "That dude's got a knife. No, I’m out. I'm going home." He spins on his heels.

"No you don't." She grabs onto his backpack dragging him back. "We are gonna stick this out. We're not cowards. And we are not gonna show weakness, you hear?"

He nods.

"Good." She releases him. "Now come on, no time like the present." She pushes him forward.

Alex drops his bag in the plastic box, along with his jacket and steps through. The beeping of course goes off and he turns back to Zoe, panic plastered of his face.

"Got any metal of you, kid?" the guard asks.

"Er... I..."

"Watch?" She steps forward. He pulls his sleeve up, then sighs. "Idiot," she mutters. "Sorry about that." She smiles to the man.

"No worries, it happens." He waves Alex through. "You two new?"

"How could you tell?" Zoe does the same as her brother, dropping off her bag before stepping forward.

"Just a hunch." He smiles.

"Oh," she says pausing before the scanners. "Just a warning." She tucks her dark hair behind her ear showing off the metal adorning her ear. "And-" She lifts up her top just enough to flash her stomach - more importantly the delicate metal decoration that hangs from her belly button.

He nods. "Anything else?"

"Yes, but I don't think it would be appropriate to show you." She shrugs. "But I promise you I am not concealing a knife. The only knives I have access to are butter knives and you can't get quite as good, you know, angle with them."

He laughs and beckons her forward. And the beeping begins. "Are you half robot?" He shakes his head.

She shrugs. "Wouldn't you like to know." She collects her bag swinging it on her shoulder. "I'm Zoe. And this is Alex." She pats her brother's back.

"Nice to meet you pair. Stay safe."

"I told you, I'm packing a butter knife." She touches her nose.

"You're gonna do just fine here." He waves them off.

"Did you just flirt with the fifty-year-old security guard?" Alex shows a look of disgust.

"It's called being friendly. I have a feeling we gonna need them on our side. Might as well start building the foundations right away." She slings an arm around his shoulder. "Come on, better find out where the hell we're going."

"Okay," she says. "I've got Biology, you've got English, yeah?" He nods. "So I'm gonna try and get out as soon as I can and I'll meet you here and we can walk to lunch. Sound good?" He nods again. "Don't be nervous. You'll be fine. I promise. I'm always here."

"I know." He pulls his big sister into a tight hug. She squeezes him back. She kisses his forehead, then pulls away.

"Go show them what a little genius you are." She knocks his chin. "See you in an hour." She begins to walk down the hall towards her next class.

"Shit," she mumbles arriving at an empty classroom, ignoring the lone teacher. She underestimated how long it would take to fight her way through the hanger teenagers that make up the student body of Southside High. "Excuse me," she says peering into the room. "I'm looking for my brother, Alex Murphy?"

"He already left."

"Okay, thanks," she sighs. "Shit, shit, shit." She rubs her hand over her face.

"Smart one your brother."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, he really is."

"All I can say is good luck to him. He's gonna need it in this place."

"Yeah... er, thanks." She backs away from the door. She stands in the middle of the now clearer hallway and looks in both directs, then sighs. "Let the hunt for a scared, little, fifteen-year-old nerd begin." She takes her chances walking left.

She loops almost the whole school with no sight. She approaches the east side when she hears yelling. She recognises the quieter voice of the two. "Fuck," she whispers. "What shit have you got into, Alex?" She walks faster, until she rounds the corner. Her eyes widen at the sight before her. Her timid, little brother stood surrounded by a group of leather wearing boys. Alex shakes, but there's not a scratch on him. She's not too late. She walks closer. "Oi," she calls. "What do you think you're doing?"

"And another one. Newbie, didn't tell me you had a sister," the blonde smirks adjusting his studded jacket as his eye fixed on Zoe. “You’re pretty, want me to give you a welcoming present?” He looks her up and down. She notices his red, puffy eyes. She suddenly feels the overwhelming urge to throw up. She resists.

"Get away from him."

"Nah. We're good. This is too much fun." He manages to corner Alex against the wall. A palm flat by her brother's head. He leans closer in. "Another minute or two and I reckon I could get him to pissed his pants." His laugh is disgusting.

"I said get away from him." She drops her bag to the floor and charges forward. She swings her arm and her fist smacks him in the jaw. Then brings her knee up trusting it in between his legs. He buckles over. But she's grabbed by the wrists and slammed against the wall. "Run," she whispers to her brother. But a third already has a hold on him.

"Fuck!" She hears some yell. Then there's a few groans. She collapse to the floor. A few sounds of flesh pounding flesh. A pain in her stomach. Then nothing.

Zoe groans, pulling herself into a sitting position. "Shit," she mumbles as her eyes adjust. She registers leather. She scrambles back. "Not more dick heads dressed in leather."

"I could easily get offended by that." She recognises the voice. The last one she remembers hearing. She looks up to see a dark-haired boy crouching in front of her. "How are you feeling?"

Her head rolls against the wall. "My head."

"Yeah, you hit it pretty hard. Here, how many fingers am I holding up?" He waves a giant hand in face.

"Stop." She bats it away. Truthfully everything is still slightly fuzzy and she can't quite make out the correct number. "Oh, God," she groans. "I'm gonna be sick." She heaves and her throat burns.

"Ugh."

"I'm so sorry." She wipes her mouth. "I'm..." And again. "Shit."

"Don't worry about it. Only got my boot. But I definitely think you've got a concussion."

"I'm fine." She pushes up to her feet. She wobbles, but he manages to catch her before she crashes to the floor for the second time in 20 minutes.

"I don't think you are, princess. I'm gonna take you to the nurse."

"I'm fine," she insists despite her nails being dug into his leather sleeves. "I need... Alex..."

"Your brother? He's okay. He's with Topaz."

"Who?"

"My friend. It's fine. Come on." He throws her bag on his shoulder, then wraps an arm around Zoe's waist. "You need to be checked over.”

"My head hurts," she mumbles, her head resting against his side as they walk down the hallway.

"I'm sure it does."

"Well you certainly got a welcome, didn't you?" The nurse brushes a soaked cotton ball over Zoe's forehead. She winces trying to pull away, but the woman's firm hold of her chin stops her. She feels a little better now. Her vision is almost back to normal and she doesn't feel like she's gonna throw up anymore - though that might be because she's already thrown up her guts on the strange boy's shoes. Speaking of who, leans against the closed door staring at her. She focuses on the floor.

"Gonna tell me what happened?" she asks Zoe. She looks to the boy who softly shakes his head.

"I fell." She takes a breath. "I tripped. Over my shoes lace. Banged my head on the way down. Always been a clumsy one."

"Right." The nurse frowns and continues to patch up Zoe's head. She hadn't even realised she was bleeding until they reached the office and saw the look of horror on the woman's face. "All done, hun." She begins to clear away. "How are feeling?"

"Okay."

"Well enough to stay for the rest of the day?"

She nods.

"Well that's a first. I've had students trying to get sent home for a paper cut." She laughs. "Try and be a bit more careful next time. I'm just gonna fill out the paper work. Zoe- what?"

"Murphy."

“Okay, hun, won't be a moment."

The boy moves allowing the nurse to leave, then steps forward towards the bed Zoe sits on, legs dangling off the edge.

"So Zoe," he says. She watches him. "First day and you're already getting in fights."

"I was helping my brother. Your asshat friends were bothering him."

"Whoa." He holds his hand up, dramatically. "First off they are not my friends."

"Why do you all wear leather then?" She leans back against the wall, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Without a word, he spins around and she notices the stitched, green snake on the back of his jacket.

"What does that mean?"

"I'm a Serpent. They were Ghoulies. I suggest you don't mix the two. For your own good."

"Is that a threat?"

"Just a little advice, princess."

"If you say so, tiny."

He frowns.

"What? Thought we were doing nicknames. Widely inaccurate nicknames. Because I am clearly no princess." She gestures to herself, dressed in ripped jeans, scruffy converse and an over-sized graphic tee.

"You're an urban princess, princess."

She smiles. "All right then." She looks him up and down. "So you know my name, what's yours?"

"Sweet Pea."

She laughs, then her face drops. "Oh. Nice." He rolls his eyes. "What? It's just a little unusual, that's all. Sweet Pea." She smiles. "I like it, like the flower."

He shakes his head. "Not quite the tough reputation I normally try to go for."

"Thank you for helping me. And sorry I threw up on you."

"Don't worry about it, you missed, mostly." He leans against the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got stomped on by angry junkie, but apart from that, great."

"If it's any consolation, before we intervened I saw you in action, impressive."

"I've had to deal with tough schools in the past, but this one really does take the piss."

"This place is something."

"Okay." The nurse bursts in. "Formalities all done. You free to go to lunch. And please eat something. It's not gonna help your dizziness if you've got no food in your tummy. You make sure she eats." She points a finger to Pea. He nods. "Good. Have a nice rest of your first day, Zoe." With that she's gone. And it's just the two of them again.

He smiles, then helps her hop of the bed. She winches, then clutches her stomach. "Jesus." She squeezes her eyes shut breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" He lowers himself trying to level his face with hers. Their hands still holding the others.

"Did they by any chance have any contact with my stomach?" She manages to straighten her body, then her eyes meet Pea's.

He states blankly. His main priority was beating up the little shits and she dropped out of focused briefly.

She lifts the hem of her shirt, her action similar to the one this morning. They both look down to see red and purple splotches forming on lower stomach. "Ow," she says sarcastically, then looks up to him. He's still staring. "Stop looking, it's disgusting." She taps his arm. Nothing about you could ever be disgusting, he thinks.

"There's your answer." His eyes finally meet hers. "You must have been too out of it to really feel it until now."

"That's easily hid, this, however-" She points to the mark on her forehead. "-no so much. What are my parents gonna say."

"Why would you wanna hide it? It's your battle wound."

She laughs briefly. "Maybe. Although, it's more a result of being stupid and running into a situation that was a little above me."

"You did it to help your brother."

"I would walk through fire or over broken glass if it meant keeping him safe."

"That's nice."

"I think we have different ideas of what constitutes a good time."

"I meant, it's nice he has someone like you protecting him."

"I try my best, don't always succeed obviously." She smiles. He smiles.

"Smoke?" He offers a slightly crumpled carton to her.

She gasps and places a hand to her chest. He stares wide eyed. "Does it look a princess would smoke?"

"Er... I..."

"I'm joking." She giggles. "Do you have anything stronger, think I'm gonna need it to survive this place." She reaches for her bag, but is stopped.

"I'm always here if you need anything." He swings her bag on his shoulder and opens the door.

"Aww, my knight in dull leather."

"Oi." Pea tries to keep a straight faced, but her laugh is too infectious.

"We'll have to be quick. I want to check on Alex, before the bell."

"So where you from?" he asks, between drags. He sits on the step, Zoe beside him.

"Greendale, but Boston originally."

"Boston?"

She nods. "Born there," she says, but pauses. "And lived there until I was almost eleven, Alex was nine."

"Why did you move to Greendale?"

"We had to leave. My parents died,” she says calmly, despite the ache in her stomach. "In a car crash. And we were adopted out to a couple in Greendale."

"There was no family that could step up?"

She shakes her head. "They didn't want the responsibility of two almost teenage children. They just wanted they're fortune - my mom and dad had a multiple million dollar company. They were absolutely loaded and had very bitter families. That's why it being deemed an accident is laughable." She shakes her her head, taking a deep breath. "This might be a bit heavy for a Monday afternoon, sorry.”

"Don’t be.” He shakes his head. “So how come you moved here from Greendale? And to the Southside?" He isn't being ignorant, he just doesn't want to push part story that include her birth parents.

"My dad, adoptive one, James, lost his job, we couldn't afford to stay there so we moved. Something I am now very accustomed too. See before we were adopted. We bounced around all family members within the space of a a few years. They thought that if they took us in the money would follow. But my dad dad wasn't stupid. No one money was ever grace their bank accounts. All the money is safe and waiting for us. Half the company is mine when I turn 21, the other half is Alex's when he's old enough. Let's just hope the people my father trusted with it, don't run it into the ground before our time comes." She shakes her head. "Anyway, I did offer to help so we wouldn't have to move. But James wouldn't allow it. He said we were his children, he's the one to take care of us. He wouldn't take a penny off me. So he managed to find a job over here and here we are." She jumps up. "Storytime over, let's go find my brother." She bites her lips. "Uh huh, yeah.” She nods. “Jumping was stupid.”

He laughs flicking the burnt out cigarette to the ground. "You all right?" She nods. "So where do to tough schools fit in?"

"I told you, my family weren't particularly found of us or more me. And I was dumped in multiple low budget schools on the crappy side of each town we went to."

"Yet we are still the worse. I take that as an achievement."

"Please do."

He laughs and they follow in.

"Zoey!" Alex yells jumping up from his seat and wrapping his arms around her.

"Shit, Alex." She pulls away. "Bit too tight, bud." She places a hand to her stomach and his eyes widen. "Don't worry about it." She knocks his chin. "Just battle wounds, right?" she asks turning to Pea, who's stood by her side. He nods. "See, it's fine. But next time, do us both a favour and wait where I tell you to." She takes hold of his face, inspecting it. Not a mark, lucky bastard.

"Okay, is your head-"

"It's fine. I'm tough, you know that."

"You want to sit?" A girl with pink hair smiles.

"Er..." Amber suddenly notices the attire of the whole table - leather jackets with the embroidered snake. Serpents.

"We maybe snakes, but we don't bite." Sweet Pea smiles. "Not unless you deserve it." She smiles.

"Come on sit." The girl shuffles up and Zoe sits beside her, Alex takes his place opposite. "Where you going?" She frowns at Pea who hands Zoe her bag, then begins to walk off.

"I have been ordered to make sure she eats." Then he is gone.

"I'm Toni." The girl offers her hand.

"Hi." Zoe accepts. "Thanks for looking after this lump." She gestures to her brother who's back to stuffing his face.

"Not a problem. How are you feeling?"

"All right, I guess."

"Pea seems to be taking care of you."

"Er, yeah, I guess." She looks down.

"He isn't normally like that. Must like you."

"He better get in line." Alex snorts.

"Shut up."

Toni stares at her with wide eyes.

"It's nothing."

"Zoe always catches the attention of boys and girls and everyone. Although that might be because she's always getting into situations. Exhibit A-" He points to the cut on her head.

"Alright, enough out of you. And wanna know what the common variable is with almost every incident. Him." She smirks at Alex.

"Almost every incident. You've got a few on your own."

"Just eat your food."

"So trouble maker?" Toni asks.

"Not really. It's more self-defence."

"Right." She nods, then Pea sits down by Alex, opposite the girls.

"Here." He slides over a tray full of food.

"I don't feel good."

"Probably because you threw up the contents of your stomach on Pea." Toni laughs.

"Eat."

"That's enough food to feed a small village."

"Just eat as much as you can, then."

She takes a single fry from the tray and nibbles on it. "Okay, I'm full." Pea glares at her. "What? You of all people shouldn't want me to throw up again."

"Fine." He stands. "Come on." He holds out his hand. She states confused. "I can understand you passing up this garbage, but try and resist Pop's."

"What's a Pop's?"

"Wow." He shakes his head. "You've got a lot to learn. Now come on."

Zoe frowns looking to her brother.

"Don't worry," Toni says. "I can keep him out of trouble for the rest of the day. "And make sure he gets home safe."

"Okay, if you're sure." She stands, then rounds the table and places a kiss to her brother's head. "Don't be a little shit," she warns before following Pea out. "How's this gonna work?" she asks him. "Can't exactly just walk out."

"No, but Miss Evans at reception likes me. She'll happily let me escort a wounded girl home." He smiles.

"All right, Pop?" Pea greets the older man.

"Sweet Pea," he beams. "And..."

"Zoe."

"Nice to meet you."

"And you."

"Two of my usual, please, with extra onion rings, curly fries and two extra vanilla milkshakes."

"No problem." He scribbles in his notebook. "I'll bring it over."

"Thanks."

"So it's just a habit of yours, then, over ordering," she says to the boy sat opposite her. The two of them separated by a cramped table of food.

He smiles, then pushes the plate containing a burger and fries closer to her.

"It's like you want me throw up on you again."

"Just fulfilling orders. Look," he says relaxing back into his side of booth. "You don't have to, I just don't want you hurting yourself even more by passing out because you've not eaten."

She nods. "Okay." She picks up the burger and takes a bite. He smiles, then begins to eat too.

Pea finishes the last fry on his plate and looks over to Zoe. She sits still with half a burger left on her plate.

"Do you feel a bit better?" he asks.

"A little." She yawns.

He frowns. "Zoe?"

"I'm fine. Could we go? It's getting a little crowded in here." The lunch time rush has hit with people from all over town coming in and out collecting food orders or taking a coffee break.

"Yeah, sure." He stands. "Here." He hands her his car keys. "I'll just pay Pop."

"Thanks," she mumbles before rushing out the door.

"I'll be fine." Zoe smiles standing by her open front door. Pea stands on the top step of the porch leading up to the small – but multiple times bigger than his trailer – house, decorated with climbing flowers and vines. "Go back to school, you can't miss any more."

"I don’t think I should leave you.” He peers over her shoulder into the living room. Boxes, some opened, some not, some with KITCHEN or STUDY or ALEX! written on them, littered the wooden floor. Then he spots a box labelled Zoey in swirly handwriting. “When did you move here?”

“We got here Friday. Why?”

“Just curious.” He looks back to her. “Thought you were broke, your parents?”

“I never said that. My dad lost his job and we couldn’t stay in Greendale if he didn’t have one and the only one open was over here. That’s why we moved. Why?”

“This house is pretty nice.”

“Thanks?”

“Why not move to the Northside?”

“Because my mom really liked this house. It had a charm, she said. Plus, we may not be broke, but my parents aren’t exactly rolling in it.”

“Oh, right.”

“Question time over?”

He nods.

“You can head back to school then.”

“Sure you’re okay?”

"I'm okay." She smiles. He’s worrying too much already, best not to tell him about the pounding currently going on in her head. "Thank you for taking care of me.”

“No worries,” he says before making his way down the steps.

“Oh, wait, could you keep an eye on Alex for me?”

“Already done.”

“Thank you,” she calls, then closes the door.

“Didn't expect to see you back here.” Toni looks up as her friend flops down to the seat beside her as the bell rings.

“Like to keep people guessing.”

“Zoe is…?”

“I dropped her off home. I can take Alex back if you want?”

“So you can see her again?”

“Because you’ve got your bike and you’d probably scare the shit out of him.”

“Whatever you say, Pea.” She smirks. He frowns. “What’s your deal with this girl anyway?”

“She got pretty beat, just want to make sure she’s all right.”

“I call bullshit.”

“What?”

“Oh, come on, you forget I know you, Pea. I love you, but you can be pretty selfish at times. What are you hoping to get out of it? Or is what I’m thinking pretty accurate?”

“Seriously? You actually think that little of me?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs.

“Fine.” He stands.

“Pea, where are you going?” she whispers. “I didn’t mean-”

He ignores her and makes his way out. The teacher doesn’t even bat an eyelid.

“Zoe?” He knocks softly on the bright red door. “Zoe?” Nothing. He steps back observing the house. She lives right on the border, where the houses have both Southside and Northside influence. With the bright door and the white painted wood. With a slightly weathered grey slate roof and a messy, overgrown yard. It’s where the two side melt into one, almost. Pea’s always loved this part of town for that very reason. He doesn’t want the divide, he just wants to be accepted. When he was younger, he’d always ride up and down this street on his bicycle, before he got motorbike, and wish that one day he’d live in one of these houses, that one day he’d be able to escape from Sunnyside Trailer Park, grow up and live a relatively normal life.

He notices the plant pot by the door. He knows he shouldn’t, but the lack of response worries him. Sure enough a silver key hides underneath it. “Too trusting,” he mumbles as twists the key in the lock. “Zoe?” he calls stepping in slowly. The living room is empty, ignoring the mass of boxes. The TV blares away and there’s blanket hanging of the couch. He follows up the stairs ducking his head into each room he passes until he finally reaches the bathroom. And there she is. She lies face down on the cold tiles completely still. Her body rests on the mat, while her head rest in a small pool of red.

“Shit.” He kneels beside her, pulling her body into his. Her head flops back exposing the root of the blood. It’s not new, it’s only the one from this morning, just reopened. “Zoe,” he whispers stroking her cheek. “Can you hear me?” He squeezes her closer to him. “Hey, come on, don’t be lazy. Just open your eyes for me, yeah? That’s all I need from you. Just open your eyes. Come on, now’s not the time to sleep, princess.” Nothing. He rubs his forehead, unknowingly transferring red to his own skin, it already covers his shirt and hers. “Okay,” he says, his voice still low. “We’re just gonna get up, that’s all…” He stands and drags her limp body up, his arms tight around her waist. “See, there, that’s fine.” He stumbles forward, then lift her into his arm and as fast as he can manage, rushes down the stairs and to his tuck kicking the door shut behind him. He piles her in the passenger seat, then jumps in himself. He secures the seat belt around her, then does his own. "Just hang on, I'll get you to the hospital soon. They'll know what to do. But you've just got to hang on. You’ve got to do your part too, okay?" He starts the engine and tears down street after street toward the hospital. And he doesn't stop talking to her for a second. He tells her about his life, the Serpents... even his blood family. He talks about everything and anything he can think of. Because saying words, any words stops the increasingly terrifying thoughts that try to invade his mind.

A/T: Thank you for reading, hope you liked the new story and character(s), means the world that you take time to read my story.

Thanks again, all my love,

Oli x

*main blog: a-girl-stuck-in-a-fantasy-world

#riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale x oc #riverdale au #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea fanfiction #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea au #sweet pea #zoe murphy #toni topaz #the new girl

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fantastic-fans · 7 years ago

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Fandoms:

Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson

Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz

Relationships:

Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy

Evan Hansen & Michael Mell

Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Michael's mom/Heidi

Jane/Heidi

Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy

Brooke Lohst/Chloe Valentine

Jake Dillinger/Rich Goranski

Characters:

Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen)

Michael Mell

Michael Mell's Mother

Jane Mell

Heidi Hansen

Jeremy Heere

Zoe Murphy

Alana Beck

Brooke Lohst

Rich Goranski

Jake Dillinger

Chloe Valentine

Jenna Rolan

Christine Canigula

Jared Kleinman

male OC

Additional Tags:

bit of angst

dunno if i'm doing it right

Oops

Boarding School

Tree Bros

step bros au

but with Michael and not jeremy

I'm original

I came up with this idea in the shower

I also wrote out a whole outline for this

ahhhhhhh

Fluff

Cute

Cheating

Therapy

probably a bit OOC

but that's cause every writer does that

even if they don't notice they do

it just happens

but they're still pretty similar to their OG character

also

I dunno what to do for my title??

Give ideas AHH

I hope this turns out well.

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upside-down-theater-kid · 3 years ago

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help i'm having multi-chapter fanfic ideas that i'll never finish writing even though i adore the concepts

#one is zoe murphy x oc #the other one is a musical crossover fic where the characters are counselors at summer camp #fanfiction #fanfic

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luna-jaden-shadow · 3 years ago

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Fandom List

The following below are fandoms that I'm in as well as a few characters that I'm willing to write for. Feel free to ask about someone who's not named on the list (I'll most likely only list 4 per thing for space reasons (I could go on forever with MCU people alone)).

Masterlist | DOs, and DON'Ts

I do the following for imagines and requests: X Reader X OC Character Ships Male X Male Male X Female Female X Female Any X Gender Neutral

Below the line is the fandom list + at most 4 characters (With the accepting of LoA)

Legends of Avantris (Main Parties) Once Upon A Witchlight Icebound Edge Of Midnight Uprooted Stardust Rhapsody Others to come

Baldur's Gate 3 Halsin Astarion Gale Shadowheart Others

Marvel Cinematic Universe Tony Stark Bucky Barnes Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff Others

X-Men Logan Howlett (Wolverine) Jean Gray (Phoenix) Ororo Munroe (Storm) Others

Marvel On Netflix Frank Castle (Punisher) Trish Walker (Jessica Jones) Matt Murdock (Daredevil) Others

DC Comics Joker (Any version) Harley Quinn Oliver Queen Others

GothamJim Gordon Harvey Bullock Oswald Cobblepot Barbara Kean Others

Dream SMP Technoblade JSchlatt Wilbur Soot Dream Others

SupernaturalDean Winchester Castiel Rowena Charlie Others

The Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan Smith Maggie Greene Others

The Witcher Geralt Jaskier Yennefer Others

Arcane Silco Jinx Vi Others

Criminal Minds Spencer Ried JJ Derek Morgan Others

Law and Order SVU Finn Carisi Amanda Others

Orange Is The New Black Nicky Lorna Maritza Others

The 100 Bellamy Blake Octavia Blake John Murphy Marcus Kane Others

Grey's Anatomy Mark Sloan Lexie Grey Derek Shepherd Izzie Stevens Others

Soul Eater Death The Kid Maka Albarn Soul Eater Evans Others

My Hero Academia Shota Aizawa Katsuki Bakugou Tomura Shigaraki Dabi Others

Attack On Titan Annie Leonhart Levi Ackerman Mikasa Ackerman Hange Zoe Others

Markiplier Egos Darkiplier Wilford Warfstache Illinois Yancy Others

Jacksepticeye Egos Antisepticeye Chase Marvin Others

Creepypasta Jeff The Killer Ticci Toby Clockwork Others

Disney Elsa Kristoff Others

Celebrities Jeffrey Dean Morgan Lauren Cohan Robert Downey Jr. Scarlett Johannson Others

#Fandom list #request #ask #marvel cinematic universe #dream smp #the walking dead #supernarural #criminal minds #orange is the new black #requests are open #resident evil village

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foodcourtdetective · 7 years ago

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The Connor Project: American Tour (Chapter One)

Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 1,461 Summary: Girl goes to the mall. Girl reconnects with high school friend during suicide awareness concert. High school friend offers girl a spot on the tour bus. Girl agrees because of cute boy. Cute boy has a girlfriend. Five young adults drive through the US. What could go wrong? Hopefully the author will come up with a better summary for the next chapter. Established Evan/Zoe. Leading up to Evan/OC.

Chapter 1: Let’s Go to the Mall

It was a simple mission: Get in. Get a black shirt. Get out. Claire sighed, frustrated with herself for spilling pasta sauce on yet another collared shirt at work. The Olive Garden had an easier uniform than most and while the stains certainly didn’t show, Claire was too exhausted to do laundry every night (especially since the laundry room in her apartment building was a bit spooky). Having a fourth shirt in the rotation would lengthen the time between washes and maybe give Claire that extra amount of sleep needed to keep herself from being as clumsy as she was.

But like many of Claire’s projects and day-to-day activities, she soon faced distractions. For example, her best friend from her old high school kept texting her.

Al the Pal: Heyyy Claire! You’re never gonna guess where I am! Al the Pal: Okay, since you’re not responding, I’m assuming it’s taking you some thought figure it out. Al the Pal: Okay, you better not have blocked me after the Jello incident of 2013. Al the Pal: Girl. Al the Pal: I’M IN YOUR TOWN! Text me ASAP.

God, she really hadn’t changed since the last time they were together. Claire loved Al, but life had gotten too hard and she didn’t want to hold back her Ivy League bound friend. They still stayed in touch, but it was usually the Instagram comment or DM message here or there. It was rare to get a text, never mind several, unless Al was really excited about something. But why would she be here in September? Doesn’t she have college orientation? Come to think of it, Claire hadn’t had the time to check Facebook or anything that would update her on her friend’s future. She made a mental note to log on later. Spotting the J. C. Penney, Claire picked up the pace to the store. Maybe if I make this trip quick enough, I can grab some food from the food court.

Thirteen minutes later, Claire was making her way to the food court. But strangely, the relatively half-full mall was packed around a decent-sized stage set up right next to the food court. It was hard to see through the crowd, but it sounded like a Christian teen group singing. Claire tried to push through to the food court on the right, but soon stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

“There’s a place where we don’t have to feel unknown. And every time that you call out, you’re a little less alone!” Almost immediately as she turned her head toward the stage. There was her childhood friend Alana Beck looking as passionate as usual on the electric keyboard. Claire then started taking in the other members on stage. Was that Jared Kleinman on the drums, the kid who once got kicked out of her freshman health class for refusing to refer to the male genitalia as its scientific term (“what do you mean I’m not allowed to refer to the penis as a sex sword?). She recognized Zoe Murphy playing the electric violin, a step up from their days together in the middle school band with plastic instruments. There were a few other instrument players who looked older; Claire didn’t think they went to her old school. They looked like actual band members. Inevitably, the blonde’s eyes drifted to the boy center stage, gripping the microphone tightly like he was trying not to lose his balance in a subway car. He looked familiar; the sweaty upper lip, the tight nervous smile, the blue striped shirt. She couldn’t put a name or voice to the face though. His voice was rather beautiful though as he sang the last line.

“You will be found.” His words gave Claire a genius idea. With a mischievous smile, she took her phone out of her back pocket and finally responded to Alana’s texts, the crowd roaring around her.

Claire Bear: Heyyy Alana! You’re never gonna guess where I am! Claire Bear: I’ll give you a hint: You have been found. As she tried to make her way towards the front of the stage, the cheering audience resisted, trying to nudge or elbow her back. Claire persevered, shoving her way to the side of the stage. Before she could call for Alana, her foot caught on something, possibly the wheel of the nearby Annie’s cart. The clumsy blonde began hurtling towards the ground when someone caught her, their hands rough on her. As they helped her back to her feet, Claire soon recognized the smirk and nearly laughed out loud.

“Woah there, M’lady. Looks like you were falling for me for a second there!” Almost immediately, Alana rushed over to Claire’s rescue, rolling her eyes.

“Jared! Don’t hit on her. She’s not gonna react like your little fan girls!” Jared took a step back to get a good look at the blonde, nodding in approval.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dossett the Vet? Where did you run off to last year? I was gonna ask you to the Prom!” Claire laughed at the old nickname, shrugging off the strong emotions associated with the events of last year.

“You know I would have said no. Besides, Al here was a more organized date anyhow!” At the mention of her nickname, Alana reached over to hug her old friend.

“Where have you been? I’ve texted you several hundred times, Claire!” The blonde shrugged, ruffling Alana’s hair playfully.

“I work at the Olive Garden now. It’s a very demanding job. I work forty hours a week plus overtime to earn minimum wage plus tips!” Alana gasped, suddenly coming up with a better idea.

“Zo and Evan! Get your lovebird asses over here!” Sure enough, Zoe and the lead singer wandered over holding hands. When he saw you, his grip slipped.

“S-sorry, sweaty-“

“I know babe, your hands get sweaty,” Zoe quipped, her attention hyper-focused on the other three.

“So you know that while I’ve been the sole soul keeping the website for the Connor Project up to date and everything, we’ve been having some issues with our social media pages run by our very own Jared Kleinman,” Alana began as everyone looked pointedly at the aforementioned Jewish dork. He shrugged.

“Hey, you wanted a cool Instagram, right? The meme machine is still on it!” He finger-gunned, but only Evan half-hearted gestured back. Alana rolled her eyes, continuing her speech.

“Anyway, so Jared and I could really use some help on the online front. We could spend hours and days posting flyers, reading applications, interviewing strangers. Or… we could vote to accept Claire Dossett, high school friend of most of us, into the ranks effective immediately?” The applicant in question’s mouth dropped a little, shocked at the sudden impulse of her usually methodical best friend.

“Alana’s right as usual. I’m cool with Claire,” Zoe announced, flashing a grin to finally acknowledge the blonde band geek she remembered.

“Only if majority rules,” Jared decided with a smug smile, glancing over at his hopelessly awkward and anxious male companion. As Evan began sweating and stuttering, Claire instantly remembered Evan Hansen, the sweet but terribly anxious boy in her public speaking class junior year. Still cute.

“I v-vote with Zoe. She can s-stay, stay here with us! That is if-f-f she wants to? She never exactly s-s-said yes, so I guess it’s up t-t-to her? I mean, I want her to s-stay. Not in a weird way… just in a not mean way because I think you’d be a good f-fit for the job?” Evan covered his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed. Claire’s heart went out to him; he was clearly struggling. Everyone turned their attention to the blonde, anticipating her decision. She smiled at all of them gently, sighing in disbelief before she took out her cell phone.

“I guess I’ll call my manager right now and tell him I’m not doing my 10-7 shift tomorrow!” Alana clapped giddily, immediately drawing up plans for the new sleeping arrangements. Zoe and Jared scampered off to help the band put the equipment away, Zoe patting Jared on the back as he muttered: “but now the boy-girl ratio is uneven.” As Claire dialed the memorized phone number one last time and pressed the phone to her ear, she caught Evan’s eye. His lips parted for a moment until his brain caught up with him, forcing his eyes to her all-black sneakers. The blonde quietly smiled to herself; perhaps this spontaneous life decision would work out after all. But as her boss answered the phone, it suddenly hit her: am I gonna get paid for this?

(Author’s Note: Let me know if I should keep this going. I tagged the two people who liked the post I made about this fic. If you guys want off, just hit me a DM, I won’t take it too personally. I was thinking of also publishing on AO3 once my invitation is processed. The link will be put here x.)

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@thequeenhaslanded, @liyahisdabomb

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pinkdaisies34 · 4 years ago

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You Make My Dreams Come True (Connor Murphy x OC) Part 1

I slammed the car door and walked slowly towards the school. It was the first day back so the steps to the entrance were filled with people catching up with their friends. I scanned the groups in front of me, searching for my best friend Melissa. “Hey Iz!” I grinned at her and she pulled me into a hug. “I’ve missed you, can’t believe how quickly this summer went!” “I know! Missed you as well, wish you could have come to England with me.” My family had decided to spend the whole summer back in England where most of my family lived. I had joined Roosevelt High school last year and had quickly became friends with Mel after she showed me round.

“I can’t believe you and Mike broke up at the end of summer!” Mel exclaimed as we went to find our new lockers. despite me telling her that a. I didn’t want to talk about it and b. we had only been together for 3 months so wasn’t a proper relationship. Mike was cute and had been nice enough but I never felt a spark and towards the end of summer felt like it just wasn’t working. He had been upset and I was dreading seeing him around but I didn’t see the point in staying with someone who I wasn’t that interested in. “Oh god. Look who’s back!” Mel hissed in my ear. I turned around and saw Connor Murphy in front of me. His hair had grown a lot over summer, a style I couldn’t help noticing that he suited. Despite it being warm outside, he was wearing a massive coat and black lace up boots. He was frantically trying to open his locker and seemed to be getting more annoyed every time he tried. “I’m just going to go and and help him..” I started walking towards him when Mel grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Knowing him, he’ll hit you or something!” I rolled my eyes at her. Mel had always been negative about Connor Murphy, claiming that he had thrown a printer at a teacher when he was younger and had been suspended from a private school he went to for dealing drugs. Connor had clearly overheard us and turned around, glaring at us both before storming off. “I can’t believe Zoe is his sister, poor her” Mel sighed and started putting her books into her locker. I had never spoken to Zoe but she had always seemed nice and I knew she was involved in a band at school. Connor and her were like chalk and cheese; Zoe had a big friend group whilst Connor didn’t seem to hang out with anyone.

I glanced around the school corridor, I always found it interesting seeing how people changed over summer. Over by the water foundation, I spotted Evan Hansen. Evan was in my History and English class and rarely spoke in either unless forced to by the teacher. I had smiled at him a few times when seeing him in class but he often seemed nervous about making eye contact and had just looked away when I did. His style clearly hadn’t changed over summer as he was wearing the same blue polo shirt and jeans he always wore last year but instead he had a arm cast. I frowned at it, wondering what had happened. He was chatting away to Jared, who was clearly not listening as he was staring at Brittany Snow. As soon as Connor stormed back past, I noticed Jared raise an eyebrow. “Hey Murphy! Nice hair, very school shooter chic!” Connor immediately froze and narrowed his eyes at Jared. “It’s just a joke, you freak” Jared muttered before walking off. “What are you looking at?! Connor snapped at a nervous looking Evan. “Nothing” Evan whimpered before laughing nervously. “I’m not the freak, you are!” Connor pushed him over and rushed off towards the school grounds, clearly upset. Most people just stood there in shock before a girl with violet streaks in her hair rushed over; Zoey Murphy. “I’m so sorry! He’s such a douche” she muttered whilst helping Evan up.

Connor Murphy became the talk of the school over lunch. Everyone was whispering to their friends about him pushing Evan and how he was such a bully. Part of me felt sorry for him. If Jared had not made the stupid comment then he wouldn’t have felt so upset. After grabbing lunch in the canteen with Mel, I decided to try and find Connor. I felt bad for not sticking up for him and wanted to see if he was okay. I walked out onto the empty football pitch, trying to find him. A group of seniors I didn’t know were nearby and I asked them if they had seen him anywhere, one of them pointed to a far away tree and I walked over. Connor was sat with his back against the tree trunk, smoking a spliff. I suddenly felt nervous, I haven’t properly spoken to him before and a fact I hadn’t told Mel or anyone else was that I had a slight crush on him since first seeing him last year. When Mel had been giving me the tour of the school, Connor had been sitting outside the counsellor’s office, staring at the wall. “Hi Murphy” Mel called out to him as we walked slowly pastand he glanced in our direction, his brown eyes meeting mine, causing butterflies to rise in my stomach. He was much better looking than I expected (Mel hadn’t been very kind about his looks or personality) and each time I saw him after, the butterflies grew. Despite his temper issues, he didn’t seem like a bad person; just misunderstood. His eyes were closed and he looked a lot more relaxed than earlier. I coughed and he opened his eyes slowly, his expression changing to annoyance as soon as he noticed me. “You can tell whoever sent you that I’m not going back in there” he snapped and grabbed a book next to him. “Just tell them I’m catching up on work.” “No one sent me, I just wanted to check you’re alright.” He rolled his eyes, clearly not believing me. “I’m fine, I have everything I need.” I stood there, feeling awkward. He pushed his bag to the side and indicated that I should sit down. “So you’re really here to check I’m okay?” He asked before looking confused when I nodded. He smiled slightly, which made the butterflies appear again. “Thanks I guess” he muttered, “so you joined last year?” I returned the smile and started telling him about new life in the US.

#dear evan hansen #connor murphy #fanfic #deh fanfic #connor x oc

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live-laugh-lesbian80083 · 3 years ago

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La Vie en Rose

1 - Don't Forget About Me

Word Count: 3,205

Warnings: None

Please do NOT copy, rewrite, or translate onto another site. Permission will not be given if asked for it.

Water splashes on the light gray concrete, soaking the people nearby. Meat sizzles on the grill, sending a delectable aroma through the air. Adults and children cover the lawn, chatter fills the surrounding space. The Sun's rays beat upon everything it can reach, making anything hot to the touch. This is what a Fourth of July party looks like. People having fun interacting with each other and forming relationships with people they had just met.

But not me. I've been sitting in the corner underneath an enormous oak tree with my journal full of short stories and other random notes. No one has bothered talking to me. It's not like anyone would want to talk with the girl who has her face buried in a journal. They're too busy enjoying the sun and partying. I'm not a big fan of the sun. Or parties. I'd much rather sit inside and read or write all day.

I turned the page in my notebook and began jotting down random thoughts that pop into my mind. As I looked up to relax my eyes, I noticed a girl my age approaching me in a bright blue two-piece swimsuit with a bright smile on her face. I smiled back and watched as she sat next to me on the grass.

"So, what brings you to this miserable party?" She asked, her smile not fading.

"My parents are friends with the hosts." I deadpanned. "You?"

"My parents are the hosts." She chuckled.

Silence. We stared into the distance and watched my little sister -who's only six years old- jump into the pool with a bright pink ring sitting around her waist as my dad caught her. I smiled when I heard her screams of joy.

"What's your name?" The girl said as she cleared her throat.

"Oh, it's Desiree." I stuttered, clearly being thrown off guard by the sudden question. "What's yours?"

"Zoe." She replied.

More silence. That's enough of our conversation. It's obvious neither of us gets out there or talk to others often. We've only said six things to each other. And every time we try to converse, it always starts with her asking a question.

"Wanna come to the pool with me? I think it's a lot cooler than sitting out in the sun." Zoe comments. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Actually, that sounds nice. I'll be right back." I said, standing up as my arms naturally spread to the sky to release tension.

"If you're changing, I could show you where the bathrooms are." She commented.

"That's alright. Your mom told me where they were when we got here." I replied, grabbing my bag and hurrying into the house and towards the bathroom.

Once I was inside, I quickly stripped off my clothing and changed into my black two piece. I turned to look at the mirror and pulled my dark brown hair into a high ponytail to prevent it from getting wet. Smiling, I made my way out of the bathroom and found Zoe standing by the door, waiting for me.

The two of us ran to the pool and dove into the deep end with grins spread across our faces. Fully submerged in the water, I opened my eyes and looked to my right to see Zoe watching me. I smirked and began swimming to the surface. As I broke the fine line between the water and air, I felt my lungs gasp for air and my wet hair stick to the back of my neck. There was no point in that ponytail. I quickly stroked to the edge of the pool where I met with Zoe and got greeted with a splash of water to the face. I let out a dramatic gasp and pushed water towards her as well. Before we knew it, we made our way back out to the middle of the pool again in a huge water war. The two of us looked up to see my dad running towards us from the surface. I took in as much air as possible into my lungs and dove under the water just before he got to the pool. Zoe continued swimming in place and tried to protect herself from the oncoming tidal wave, but it was no use. Dad hit the water, and I felt myself get pushed towards the other side of the pool. As I felt the water calm down, I quickly resurfaced and swallowed a breath of fresh air.

"Dinner's ready, girls." Dad laughed as he swam over to us.

"That wasn't necessary." I said, brushing loose strands of wet hair behind my ears.

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you heard me." He replied as he stepped out of the pool. "I was also extremely hot."

Zoe and I glanced at each other and laughed, making our way out of the water. We hopped in line and draped brightly colored towels around our shoulders to dry off a bit. I grabbed a paper plate and collected a hotdog, some condiments and a small bag of Doritos. I thanked the man standing by the grill for the meal and scanned the yard for Zoe to find her sitting under the tree we met at. Smirking, I rushed to the grass. Standing at her side, I placed my food onto the ground and lay the towel flat next to where Zoe had done the same. I then sat criss-crossed on the fabric and dug into my meal.

"Tell me something about yourself." I prompted, breaking the silence.

"Oh, I uh, I play guitar and bass. I'm planning on trying out for the Jazz Band at my high school at the beginning of the year." She replied simply.

"What school are you going to?" I questioned.

"James Madison. You?" Zoe answered.

"Wait, no way, me too!"

"Really? What classes are you taking?"

I told Zoe almost every single one of my classes. Art, choir, French, and theatre for my electives. Earth science, honors language arts, secondary math one, and world geography for my core classes. Zoe's classes were a lot more complex than mine. Band, creative writing, and debate for her electives. Earth science, honors language arts, secondary math two, and AP human geography for her core classes. Not to mention if she makes it into the jazz band she'll have an extra-curricular.

We talked about our friends and lives in middle school. How I was perfect with grades and had little to no issues while she had to deal with drama and barley passing classes. Why we both made such big changes for high school is a significant question that neither of us know the answer to. The conversation dragged away from school and ventured into our home lives. Zoe told me about her brother Connor, and I told her about my little sister Brooke. She talked about how Connor has changed. How they used to be friends and would play with each other when they were younger and how they've drifted over the years. How much she wishes they could be close again and how it can't happen because of things he's done.

Zoe has dealt with so much shit throughout her life. From fights with her brother to being ignored by her parents, all she wants is to be seen. Usually I'd say the two of us are different people, but in reality, we aren't. After Brooke was born, I felt lost. My life took a sharp turn I didn't see coming. But yet again, doesn't everyone who has younger siblings been through the same thing I went through? I bet it doesn't last as long for them as it did for me. The rejection, I mean. It's been six years. Six damn years and my parents still give Brooke the attention they gave her when she was born. And what have I been doing? I've tried getting them to notice me, but it never works. I learned how to paint and made them something for their anniversary. It ended up in the basement. I drew my dad something for his birthday and it ended up in the basement. I learned how to sculpt things out of clay and made a sculpture for my mom and it ended up in the basement. Everything Brooke makes gets hung up or put on display. Everything I make gets put away. On the outside, we appear as a happy family. On the inside, we appear as a happy family. But it doesn't feel like it.

I finished eating quicker than I had expected and offered to throw Zoe's trash away for her. After many tries, she gave in and let me, telling me to grab her a Dr. Pepper while I was by the drinks. I complied and grabbed myself one.

"Thanks." She said as she popped the tab on the can, sending small droplets of the soda into the air.

"It's no problem." I replied, doing the same.

Everyone at the party had resumed their activities before the meal in no time, which meant Zoe and I had returned to the pool. We were floating on a raft together, chatting about anything that came to mind, when we suddenly felt someone flip the raft, throwing us into the water. I screamed and accidentally swallowed a bit of water. Zoe did the same. We both resurfaced, coughing the liquid out of our lungs while diabolical laughter rang through the air.

"What the hell was that for, Connor?" Zoe yelled, continuing to cough.

"Your screams were hilarious!" He laughed, falling dramatically into the water.

I eventually caught my breath and finally got a glance at what this Connor character looks like. He has pale white skin and unruly dark brown hair. He's incredibly slim with little to no meat on his bones. I brushed loose strands out of my face and tucked them behind my ears. A wave came from behind me, water splashing across Connor's face. I turned to see a wicked grin on Zoe's face. I know exactly what's happening. A water fight. I quickly dove under the water as the fight began, the siblings splashing each other with water. Reaching the concrete wall of the pool, I swung my leg onto the ground and popped myself out. I cautiously ran over to a bucket of water balloons and grabbed one, chucking it at Connor's back. He turned around with a playful glare, paddling himself towards me.

"Shit, shit shit shit shit." I muttered under my breath, grabbing as many balloons as I could, sprinting onto the grass.

I heard Connor leave the water and his wet feet against the concrete. I turned around to see Zoe climbing out of the pool herself, rushing to the pool house. Getting distracted with Zoe's actions, I felt a balloon hit the back of my thigh. My head whipped around to see Connor running in the opposite direction.

Zoe ran up next to me and handed me a super soaker, saying, "Those balloons aren't getting you anywhere."

I gladly took the gun and searched the yard for her brother when I saw an arm disappear behind a bright green bush. Pointing at the bush, we nodded at each other and sneaked up on the boy. I verged left while she went right. Slipping into the groups of people, we approached the bush with smirks on our faces. Zoe held up her fingers, silently counting us down from three. Three, two, one! Both of us blindly fired our super soakers at the bush, hoping we hit Connor. Swifter than we expected, he emerged from the bush and threw his hands into the air in surrender.

"Okay! I surrender!" He yelled.

"We'll forgive you if you get us popsicle." Zoe said, not putting her gun down.

"That's not how surrender works." Connor fought.

I squirted him with water. "Well, it's how it works around here."

"Jesus, fine." he replied, walking over to the cooler with his hands remaining in the air.

"Keep your hands where we can see them." Zoe called out.

"I am." Connor said. He grabbed three rocket pops and headed back over to us. "Have we made peace?"

"Yes." Zoe and I said in unison, each of us taking one popsicle.

As all of us peeled the wrapper off the cool treat, Connor and Zoe's dad approached us. "We're starting fireworks in the front if you'd like to join us."

"We'll be there in a minute." Zoe smiled.

She snatched the wrappers from all our hands and tossed them into the trash. I hurried over to my bag and slipped on my pair of blue shorts, completely disregarding my shirt. No one will care if I'm wearing a swim top and shorts. And besides, it's way too hot. She held out her arm to me to which I took, hooking my arm around hers. For only knowing each other for a few hours, I think we're getting along well. I've never clicked with anyone so easily before so this feels too easy. Maybe Zoe's being forced to hang out with me. It doesn't feel forced, though. Or maybe our personalities function perfectly together. Whatever it is, I don't think it matters. The bond we have is like a friendship that started many years ago. But it's only been hours. And hopefully, it lasts much longer than hours. Maybe we can have what those friendships that last for years have.

Skipping towards the gate that separates the backyard from the front, I grinned and started humming the theme to The Wizard Of Oz to myself. Zoe must have heard me, for she began singing the song. I laughed and sang along as we joined the rest of the party. Glancing around the area, I found an empty spot on the grass. I pulled Zoe to the spot with me and noticed it was right next to my family.

"So that's where you went." My dad commented, throwing a handful of glow sticks at me.

"Did you not just see me chasing Connor around with a squirt gun?" I questioned, taking a seat on the grass, pulling Zoe down with me.

"Apparently not." He replied.

Zoe, Connor, and I each grabbed a handful of the glow sticks off the grass and cracked them in one snap. Light illuminated in our hands and I took one of my red sticks and poked Zoe's shoulder. She poked me back with a blue one. And the war began. We poke each other back and forth with the glow sticks, breaking into a fit of giggles.

"How about you two use the glow sticks for something other than poking each other?" My mom recommended.

"No, I don't think we will." I replied, continuing to poke Zoe.

"Yeah, this is a lot more fun." Zoe added, poking my arm.

After poking each other for way too long, we tired of it and grabbed those plastic connectors and connected the ends of the glow sticks, forming bracelets just in time for the sun to set, putting us into darkness, the glow of streetlights illuminating our surroundings. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright white light appear. My head snapped to look at the light to find it was someone handing a sparkler to a small child. I smirked and turned to Zoe to find her looking at me. Her cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink as her gray eyes flickered away from my blue ones.

"Hey, wanna go get some sparklers?" I asked.

"Sure!" She smiled.

We headed over to the table that held all the fireworks and grabbed a few sparklers. A man neither of us knew lit them up for us, and off we went into the middle of the street. We waved the sticks around in the air, creating patterns with the sparks. I tried spelling my name in cursive, but spelling Desiree in cursive isn't the easiest thing, and neither is Zoe. Instead, we drew pictures like hearts, stars, and cats. Yes, we drew cats in the air with sparklers. Why would we not? Is that not something that everyone does? Eventually the flammable portion of the sparkler was no more, and we had to toss them into a bucket of water on the curb.

The rest of the night was full of laughter and pure joy, something I sadly haven't experienced in a long time. Fireworks were exploding around every corner you turned. People were running in the street with explosives in their hands, with no fear in their eyes. Zoe and I quickly tired of the noise and went inside. Zoe dragged me upstairs to her room. And it looks exactly what you'd think it would look like. Periwinkle bedding with pink decorative pillows and a white chunky knit blanket displayed across the foot of the bed. The walls are a lighter shade of blue with pink flowers painted on top. White panels cover the bottom half of the walls, creating a sense of contrast. Above her bed sits a display of all the pictures she's taken with her friends and boy, is there a lot.

"Sorry, it's kind of messy right now." Zoe apologized.

"It's alright. My room is in worse condition right now." I laughed. She laughed too.

She began explaining to me how she discovered her bedroom was the perfect place to view fireworks. By simply flicking off the lights and pulling up beanbags to the window, it gave us a front-row seat to a firework show with no noise. You can see the explosions of bright colors for miles and miles across the city. Some are mere specs of light, while others are large bursts of color that illuminate the room. The sounds of the explosions are small pops, some being more powerful than others. The two of us sat in a comfortable silence for quite a while before a pair of feet came down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

"Des, it's time to go." My mom said, cracking open the door.

I groaned and stood up. "Thanks for making this party a lot more tolerable." Zoe said.

"It's no problem." I replied. "So, maybe I'll see you at school?"

"Yeah, maybe. It was nice meeting you." Zoe stood and followed me out of her room.

"You too." I smiled.

Once downstairs, Zoe joined a group of people in the backyard while I headed out to the front door behind my family. I slid into the backseat and pulled my phone out of my backpack to see multiple texts from my friends. I responded to them one by one and quickly resumed my quiet and reserved personality I had at the beginning of the day. Eventually all my notifications had receded, and it left me staring out the window of the car, watching as buildings and fireworks sped past us in blurs. Suddenly I gained the feeling you get when you think you forget something somewhere, but you don't know what it is. After sitting and thinking about it for a bit, I realized what I had forgotten. I forgot to ask for Zoe's number.

#dear evan hansen fanfic #dear evan hansen #deh fanfic #deh #zoe murphy #oc #connor murphy #larry murphy #zoe murphy x oc #bisexual fanfic #pansexual fanfic #lgbtq fanfic

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mystic-scripture · 5 years ago

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What other fics are you looking forward to that you haven't mentioned? -R and R

I was so mad because I went to answer this last night and accidentally closed out the page when I was halfway through them!! T~T So!

Here goes attempt two on that venture. So I have a few, some of them are really old stories I wrote pre-tumblr that I want to write again/ redo. Some are entirely new and I can’t get them out of my head.

Mystic’s Evergrowing List of OCs (which will be a gifset soon, as well as plot bunnies)

1. Andrea Wilson in Redemption By Earth (The 100 Bellamy, x Oc)

Andy was a pain in the ass who had a penchant for getting herself caught up in various pranks and shenanigans throughout the Ark. She also was known as her dad’s perfect student and learned everything she could about surviving anything. Wanting to follow in her dad’s footsteps, she works towards becoming a member of the guard, and even makes it to some of the final steps towards getting the training. Then she is arrested after she is drugged and framed for the murders of two other members of the guard. Her mother doctors adjusted her documents and bought her more time. Granted, she was stuck in solitary, but she was still alive, and then she is put on the ground with 99 other teenagers and a stowaway adult.

All the training her dad gave her, and now it would all be put to the test.

2. Zamora Singer in An Untitled Supernatural Project (Dean x Oc)

Her original summary*:

Zoe’s only memories of normalcy burned the night her mother died in the nursery of her younger sister. Then her dad joined up with an old Marine buddy a few weekends down who fell under the same circumstances. It was a rebirth for the Singer and Winchester families. When Sydney and Sam run away to school, Dean and Zoe work together on and off while John and Benjamin did the same. Then they didn’t hear from them. So it was time to bring both families together and figure out what the hell was causing the common thread between them.

3. Rachel Dawes in An Untitled Supernatural Project (Sam x Oc)

Her Original Summary*:

Rachel Dawes was a country girl who didn’t have a Daddy, the remains of him his beat up old car in the shed. When she was sixteen, and trying to run away from home, she found his journal and old hunting notes. Little did she know that the woman who raised her was a stepmother and that she had a far more sinister background that she thought. It certainly explained how she was always able to read people so well.

*so the reason I say original summaries is because these are from old stories I was co-writing with people that I have since been unable to write with. But I really love the characters and want to have them be partners.

4. Lillian Greenly in Not Your Average Lass (Boondock Saints Murphy x oc x Conner love Triangle)

Lillian is born and bred Boston Irish. She went to church, she went to work and she was respectful to her brother after their parents moved back home. She spent her nights hanging out with her favorite Twins and their Italian Package Boy (well…man, he was too old to be called a boy anymore) at their local bar where she occasionally helped as a bar back. Then came that fateful Saint Patrick’s day that had them getting on the wrong side of the Russian. Lilly wasn’t surprised by much, but when she is given a message from God to become a Vigilante with her boyfriend and best friend, that throws her for a loop. Still, she answers the call. Little did she know that she also would learn about the divine intervention that would enter her love life.

5. Emily Hendrickson in Just Passing Through (Haven, Duke x Oc)

Emily was a pain in the ass, plain and simple. She finds out she has these powers, or ‘trouble’, as her family called it, and she became even more of a pain. Stealing, pranks, and smuggling goods to and fro, you name it. Her best friend didn’t help with this, so after a few years,she decides to try and get out of the life. She goes on a hunt for her missing dad, but what she finds sends her right back to her childhood ways, only this time, she knew what she was doing, and the troubles were back.

6. Natalia Petrova - The One Exception (The Boys, Frenchie x Oc)

Talia found Billy Butcher at a time where their hatred for Supes was matched, sometimes even contested. Having lost her brother to their Compound in an attempt to be the runner of The Seven, she worked with Mallory to find work towards a common goal ;Tear down the pedestal Vought put their heroes on. Expose their lies of being Divinely chosen, of being the best humans that exsisted all of it. Then she and Frenchie mess up, and their handler suffers for it. After their failure with Mallory’s family, Talia undergoes a personal mission after Vought herself.

Little did she know she was going to play into Homelander’s secret plot and become the thing she hated most with some stupid Genetic Marker that she shared with her Twin. Barely Escaping from his plan, she finds her ringleader, doing the best she can to hide her secret. Everything she believes in is put to the test when they agree to help Hughie, and she is forced to face the mistakes of her past n order to finally avenge her brother. Afterall, not all Superheroes are created equal, and every Villain thinks they’re the hero

7. Ace/ Sophia in The Replacement (6 Underground, Billy/Four x Oc)

Sophia was One’s ace in the hole when he came to his little band of misfits, a sort of insurance for the risks that he may or may not have assessed properly. Geared with Photokinetic Reflexes and an Eidetic Memory, she is paired with each member of the team to learn their skills so she can slide into whatever Position was needed. This goes without a Hitch with the CIA spook, the hitman, and even the Doctor. The Driver she was friendly with, but still professional. No, the problem came with the fourth member, the Skywalker. It’s thanks to him that she learns how to run freely through more than just car chases and escape routes. Hiding their connection from the others, the pair must come to terms with what they want more, their purpose in the team, or each other. Oh, not to mention that the whole reason the team is together in the first place is to start a Coup in Turgistan.

8. Genevieve Marks - Untitled Lost in Space Project (Don x Oc)

He was the Schemer, she got everything done, Marks and West were your go to team to get whatever you wanted to the colonies. You needed something fixed on the Resolute? Done, they needed to earn honest money somehow. Then Gen is selected to stay on Alpha Centauri and settle in the colony. Making plans to set up shop while the opportunity presented itself. The team is met with a new challenge when a Doctor who claims to be someone she isn’t highjakcks their Jupiter, and they crash. Now, they have to navigate their way on a new planet, all the while trying to avoid the bitch. Oh, and they’re also raising a Chicken together- Which trust me, was the last thing Gen would expect.

9. Jenna Miller - Untiltled Triple Frontier Project (Ironhead x Oc )

There is not a lot here…not much of a plot, or a FC, but she is Ironhead’s Wife and puts herself into the situation to stop her Husband and his friends form killing themselves in the name of one final mission. She runs Communications and Drone Surveillance.

So..yeah sorry for the long post!

#asked answered #oc asks #riley ❤️️#rhuben 💜#raging violets #thanks so much for asking #feel free to ask me about any of these guys #plot bunnies #so many of my characters

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riverdale-is-just-okay · 6 years ago

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The New Girl, chapter two

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Sweet Pea x OC

Word Count: 3105

Warnings: nope, swearing maybe

A/N: So there’s a little bit of medical-ness in this chapter and I’m no expert so excuse any inaccuracies. Also, I feel like I’m writing Alex much younger than he is supposed to be (15), but he has a close bond with his sister because in the time before they were adopted it was Zoe you took care of him, mostly, so he does rely on her quite a bit. Anyway, that’s that. Enjoy!

Tag List: @lolabean1998 @dinosaur-butt-nuggets @hakuna-your-matatas-darling @everheart12 (just let me know if you want to be added to or taken off the tag list for this or any other stories - also if they’re not working just tell me).

Her head pounds and all she can make out is the weathered ceiling tiles above her. She tries to push her body up, but is greeted with a searing pain that runs through her body and a few cries escape it.

"Hey, hey, don't move." A hand takes hold of hers. "Lie back. Just take a breath." She does. "Good."

Her eyes meet his and she smiles. "Well if it isn't Tiny."

He laughs. "You said you weren't a princess, yet you pull this crap. You really gave sleepy beauty a run for her money."

She giggles. "You're a secret Disney fan? I knew it. It's always the tough ones that are they big softies." She smiles, then stares blankly at the wall.

"Zoe? You okay?"

"I'm sleepy." Her eyes begin droop and her head rolls back to the pillow. The beeping continues at a steady pace so he knows he doesn't have to worry, not too much anyway.

"Sweet dreams, princess," he whispers placing a kiss to her head. He pulls his hand from hers and slips out the door. He quickly notifies a passing nurse that Zoe had briefly woken up, then pulls out his phone.

"Toni?"

"What's up?"

"You still with Alex?"

"No. Just dropped him off. Why?"

"I'm gonna need you to go back and get him. Take him to yours or the Wyrm or something. Just don't leave him in that house."

"Why not? You're scaring me, Pea. What the hell is going on?"

"Just go and get him. Then I'll explain."

"Toni!" Pea hears Alex's voice. "Toni. She's not here.”

"Tell me what's going on now," she says into the phone while wrapping an arm around Alex.

"I went back to check on Zoe, didn't feel right leaving her. And..."

"Pea."

"She wasn't answering so I let myself in. And... and I... I found her passed out on the bathroom floor... bleeding."

"Shit. Shit," she whispers, while Alex demands to know what's going on. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I think so, she just woke up, she’s a little out of it, but the doctors don't seem worried, she's gonna be okay."

"Oh, thank God." She sighs rubbing her forehead. "Sorry for what I said before. It’s a good job you went back."

"All is good, Topaz. Just explain everything to Alex and make sure he's okay. I'm promised Zoe I'd keep an eye on him."

"Sure. Talk to you later. Keep me updated."

"I will." He hangs up and heads back into the room. Doctors fuss around her. "What's wrong? Is she okay? You everything is fine. You said she'd be okay," he yells.

"Calm down." A nurse places her hand on Pea's, pulling him away from the bed. "We're just checking over her. She's okay. She's gonna be fine," she says. "Okay?"

He nods. "Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't worry. You were scared, it's understandable. But your girlfriend is gonna be fine, I promise, just a little out of it for a few days." She squeezes his wrist.

"She's not my..." The nurse smiles up to him waiting for him to finish his sentence. But he doesn't want to. He has to. "We're just friends, I don't even know if we're that. We only met today. She's new to town."

"Oh, well whatever it is. She's lucky to have some like you watching out for her." He doesn't think so. No one is ever lucky if they know him. "She's new to town, you said. Do you mind contacting her parents? We’re still yet to receive her records.”

"Yeah, okay." He nods.

"Very lucky." She smiles one last time, the doctors nod to him and they're alone again.

He sits back in the chair beside her. "Mind if I borrow your phone, sleeping beauty?" he whispers. "Got to inform the King and Queen that their princess is safe." Then he sighs. "Shit." In panic, Pea scooped up Zoe, dressed in only a t-shirt and leggings and rushed out. She had nothing else with her, not even her phone.

Sweet Pea

4:37pm, Could you ask Alex for their parents' numbers? The hospital doesn’t have her records and they need to know that their daughter is lying in a hospital bed.

Toni

04:38pm, No need.

Sweet Pea

04:39pm, What? I'm serious. I need to tell them what's happened.

As he hits send, the door clicks open and stood in the doorway is almost the mirror of Zoe, but boy version, and his pink haired minder. Alex rushes to Zoe, who's still blissfully out of it.

Pea looks to Toni.

"What? He saw the blood, Pea. He just wanted to see if his sister was okay," she says. "How is she?"

"She's doing okay. They're gonna discharge her in the morning, but she's not gonna be fully back to normal for a few days."

"Alex, could I borrow your phone. Just to let your parents know what's going on."

The boy nods, tosses his phone over, then goes back to watching his sister with a deep frown. Pea steps out into the hall, then hits the contact that reads 'Mom 2.0'. He laughs, briefly, trying to work out whether that's cute or weird. He doesn't settle on an answer when the someone picks up.

"Alex, hunny, are you all right?"

Pea clears his throat. "Hello, Mrs Murphy?"

"No, it's Mrs Baker. Who is this? And why do you have my son's phone?"

"Sorry, Mrs Baker, my name is Sweet Pea and-" He pauses at the sound of laughter.

"Is this a joke?" she snorts. "No one names their child, Sweet Pea. Can I please talk to my son?"

"I met your son and daughter this morning. We go to the same school. Well there was an incident and Zoe got hurt..."

"Hurt?"

"She's okay, but I'm at Riverdale Memorial Hospital with her. Alex is here too." The other end of the phone is silent. "Mrs Baker?"

"She's okay?” The woman's voice is barely audible. "My ba..."

"Yes. The doctors have checked her out and she's fine."

"Oh, thank you." He hears her heavy breaths. “What happened?”

“I think it’s best if she explains.”

"I'm on my way, thank you so much." And she hangs up.

Zoe sits propped up in bed when Pea walks back in. They share a smile.

"How's sleep beauty?"

"Sleepy beauty?" Toni questions.

"Sweet Pea's crap attempt joke. I could have died, you know," she says.

"She should be called drama queen," Alex mumbles from his side beside her.

"Oi, you watch it. Even like this I could-"

"I called your mom," he tells her and hands back the phone to Alex.

"And?"

"She thought I was pranking her and insulted my name."

"I mean, come on." Toni smiles. "I've know you for years and it still makes me laugh." He sits beside her elbowing her in the side.

"I'm sorry." Zoe fights a smile. "Apart from that, how was she?"

"Worried. She's on her way."

"Thank you."

“Oh and I got her name wrong?”

“Yeah,” she says. “We never took their name, we kept our own name.”

“You told him?” Alex whispers.

She just nods.

An hour passes. The room goes from wild laughing to dead silence, while Zoe gets her beauty sleep, to whispering between the still awake three to wild laughing again. And then the door opens again. A woman with blonde hair and blonde eyes - the opposite look to Zoe and Alex - slowly walks in. Her worried look melts away when she's her daughter sat laughing.

"Mom," the girl whispers.

"Oh, sweetheart." She pulls her into a hug.

"Kind took a beating to the ribs, mom." She slumps back to the bed.

"Thank God you're all right." She kisses Zoe's head, avoiding the beautifully stitched patch of skin. She leans back, smacking her daughter on the leg as she does. "I said no more fights."

"First off, ow. And secondly, it wasn't a fight. They're never any are fights, just standing up for myself."

"Why do you always find yourself in trouble?" She sits on the bed beside her daughter.

"Guess I'm just unfortunate." She shrugs.

She strokes Zoe's hair. "I just want to keep you safe."

"I know." Zoe looks to Alex. "I get it."

"Well you're lucky, not even a this, soon to be, scar can faulter your beauty." Pea can't disagree. "You must be Sweet Pea." Zoe's mother offers her hand to him. He nods. "I'm Helen."

"Nice to meet you."

"And...?"

"Toni." The girl gets to her feet. "I took care of your other child."

She laughs. "Well thank you both. Clearly I can't leave them alone for two minutes."

"We were happy to help." Toni smiles. "Well, we should go, leave you to it. It was nice meeting you. See you two soon." She smiles to Zoe and nods at Alex. "Come on, Pea."

"Actually, do you mind if I just talk to Sweet Pea for a minute?” Zoe asks.

"Of course not." Her mom winks, then ushers the other two teenagers out with her.

"You're not funny," Zoe mouths as the door shuts.

"Your mom seems nice." He steps closer to the bed. "Or should I say 'Mom 2.0'?"

"Alex's twisted idea of a joke. It's actually surprising they're not related, they're so alike. But no, she's the best. Her and James both are, despite circumstances, we got lucky with them."

He smiles. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine. You need to stop worrying. I'm good, all thanks to you. I really appreciate you breaking into my house and committing a felony, just to save me."

"I've done worse than breaking and entering."

"Do I want to know?"

"It's a conversation for another day."

"Is it something to do with the jacket?"

"Maybe."

She smiles. And again the door opens. And man with dark hair steps in.

"Dad."

"Butternut, look at you?" He pulls her into a delicate hug, more considerate than his wife. "Don't tell your mother, but your brother filled me in and I am very proud of you."

"You're saying not to tell my extremely anxious and protective mother that you endorse my backstreet alternations."

"You can take care of yourself, nothing wrong with that."

"Well, not quite this time." She looks to Sweet Pea. Who's been stood in silence even since her father walked in and she's got an idea why. The brown and black uniform and the shiny badge pinned to his chest. Her father's a teddy bear and no matter who you are or what you've done if you protect either of his children, he will feel eternally grateful to you. But it's funny to see the giant gang member nervous.

"Yes, Sweet Pea." He takes his hand shaking firmly. "Thank you for everything." The boy just nods.

"I'll see you soon?" Zoe asks.

"Yes, drop by the house anytime, you are always welcome."

"Thanks. Bye." Pea stumbles out the door.

"I think he's in a gang." She laughs as her dad sits in the chair beside her.

"That's explains why he looked so scared." He crosses his feet up on the bed. "This could be fun." He teases. She just shakes her head laughing.

"Butternut, you have a visitor," her father calls her. She appears in the kitchen doorway and smiles.

"Tiny!"

There's a mix of a smile at the sight and frown at the name. "Sleeping Beauty."

"And we already on nicknames, this is advancing quite fast," her father says ending the brief interlude of conversation. Pea just stands awkwardly, while Zoe steps forward smiling. The effect her father has on this otherwise confident, intimidating boy, is quite amusing.

"Are you coming in?" she asks. "Or did you drop round to stand on the porch like a lemon... or should I say a pea?" She giggles.

"Er, yeah... thanks." He shuffles past Mr Baker and stands in the middle of the, slightly tidier, living room. He smirks at the boy's behaviour, then walks to his daughter.

"See you later, darling."

"Bye." She kisses his cheek. "You are so cruel," she whispers.

"Gotta have some fun."

"Go to work." She pushes him out the door with a smile, then turns back to Pea. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Are we just gonna stand and state at each other? What's up with you?" She takes hold of his hand and pulls him over to the couch. She sits crossed legged while he sits stiffly on the other end. She frowns. "Where's your jacket?'

"Warm out." He shrugs.

"Yeah?" She nods with a smirk. "It's like 60 degrees out, but sure."

"Just warm blooded."

"Thought snakes were cold blooded?"

"Er... yeah..." He actually becomes flustered.

"I can't believe the big, scary gang member is scared of my dad."

"Your cop dad," he states.

"I told him you're in a gang, you know?"

"You what?"

"He doesn't care." She laughs. "As long as you don't harm his family, you're all right in his books. But you did one better. You protected his family. So you really don't need to worry. He actually likes you... I think."

"You think?” She shrugs. “How are you feeling?"

"I'm good." She yawns. "Just sleepy, but when am I not." She lies back into the cushions.

"Sweetheart, I'm just going- oh, hello." They look up to see her mother standing at the bottom of the stairs smiling back at them.

"Hi, Mrs Baker." Pea sits up, Zoe doesn't move, her head still back against the pillow.

"I'm heading to the store, I didn't want to leave you alone, but seeing as you've got company..."

"I'm fine." She smiles, still unmoving. "You don't need to fuss."

"I'm your mother, I will fuss for evermore." She kisses her daughter's forehead, then closes the door behind her.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Pea looks back to the girl.

"I've had my mom and dad fussing over me all day, you don't need to as well. I'd tell you if something was wrong."

"You didn't tell me last time. I had to find you in a pool of your own blood."

"Fair enough. Although you make it sound way worse than it was."

"I don't. It was terrifying seeing you like that."

"Oh, well I'm sorry I worried you."

"I'm just glad you're all right."

"I am. All thanks to you." She finally sits up.

"I meant to drop by this morning, but I woke up a bit late."

"And by late you mean...?"

"10:30."

"Wow." She shakes her head. "You really got your priorities in line." She laughs. "How was Alex today?"

"All good. No trouble."

She smiles. "Thanks."

"Toni dropped him off?"

"Yeah, he's upstairs."

"Oh right," he says almost defeated. She frowns unsure of his reaction. "I should go." He stands.

"You kinda of can't." She takes hold of his hand and pulls him back down. "My mom entrusted you to keep an eye on while she's gone. Alex isn't the most responsible person, his is a fifteen year old boy, genius or not."

"You want me to stay?"

"It's more a question of safety. What if I were to fall again..."

He smiles. "I can stay."

"If you think that is best." She shrugs. He stares blankly at her for a moment. He wants to stay, but he suddenly feels weird. Like he doesn't know how to talk to this girl. "How about you tell me about you, your family. Seeing as I spilled my story yesterday."

"I've already told you." He smirks.

"No you have not." She frowns sitting up straighter.

"I have." He nods.

"When?"

"When I was driving you to the hospital."

She scrunched her brows, then speaks. "Wait, when I was passed out? That's cheating!"

"Still told you." He shrugs. "Not my fault you were unconscious."

She scoffs. "No and I utterly enjoyed the experience." She rolls her eyes. He smiles. "Well if you're not gonna tell me about you. You wanna watch a movie? We've got a couple hours until my mom's back." He nods.

With the sun pretty much gone, the TV is the only thing that offers the small room light. Pea sits slouched back against the cushions and at some point Zoe had edged a little closer to him, her leg touching his, since that moment his attention has been not on the movie. The flashing pictures illuminate her face as he watches her eyes flutter trying to concentrate on the screen.

“Zoe,” he whispers. She looks up to him with a smile. “Can I ask you something?” She nods yawning, then sits up. She stares back at him patiently waiting for him to speak. “So butternut?”

“Oh,” she sighs relaxing back. “Well when I first came to live with them, I refused to eat anything, but butternut squash soup. It was something my mom would always make me.” She smiles. “It reminded me of her. I guess the name just kind of stuck. I don't mind it though, every time I hear it, I think of her. She’s always with me, her and my dad.”

“My dad’s in jail,” he blurts out. She stares wide eyed, not because of what he said, more how he said it. “I should go.” He goes to stand, but she stops him - again.

“Why should you go?”

“Your face…” he says avoiding her eyes. “I’m in a gang and-”

“So? I don’t care.” She sits on her knees so her face is level with his. She takes hold of his face forcing him to look at her. “You have been so nice to me, looking out for Alex and checking on me. I don’t care that you’re in a gang because that is separate from this…” She smiles stroking her thumb over cheek. Her eyes drop, then she frowns. “Your tattoo,” she whispers. “I never noticed. How could I not notice…” He’s silent, he just watches her. She lifts her eyes back to meet his and edges forward. He can feel her warm breath against his lips and…

“Zoe!” She jumps back and looks up. Her brother stands by the steps. He frowns eyeing the two.

“You all right?” she asks, a little flustered. He nods, then looks to Pea. “Pea stopped by to see if I was okay and mom asked him to watch me. She doesn’t trust you.” She laughs.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching a movie.”

“Can I watch?”

“Yeah, sure.” She nods after briefly eyeing Pea. She moves to the far end of the couch and Alex settles in between the two slightly flustered teenagers.

A/T: Thank you for reading, hope you liked the second chapter, means the world that you take time to read my story.

Thanks again, all my love,

Oli x

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