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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 10

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: We’ve hit the penultimate chapter!

I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 9

You jerk awake in the morning, alone in the room, and groan in pain at your neck. Unable to rub it, you slowly pull your head upright, trying to stretch it out. Shortly after, the man from the day before comes in to let you use the bathroom. He brings you breakfast, a simple egg with 1 piece of plain toast, and comes back every few hours to let you use the bathroom. Lunch is some form of canned meat, dinner some kind of attempt at a soup. You slept that night the same as the night before, but this time you lean the other way, hoping to stretch out the kink.

3 days pass in this manner. You know the Millers must be beside themselves, and you’re sure Joel has found your trail. As much as you want to leave this place, you know they can’t just come in here, guns ablazin’. They’re great shots to be sure, but they’re vastly outnumbered. They’d need a plan. You just have to hold out.

Shortly after lunch on the third day, you hear a hushed commotion outside of your door.

“You kidnapped his girlfriend?”

“Yeah - we saw her leave with him. She’s gonna be worth a lot to him.”

A pause and then the first voice responds. “We’ll see. Let me get a look at her.”

Your door opens and a man walks in, deep lines etched in his face with a thin mustache and goatee. His hairline is starting to recede but he has the light brown mess tied in a small ponytail at the base of his skill. He doesn’t look like a happy guy, definitely seen a lot of shit.

“Well…ain’t you pretty.” He walks forward and grabs your chin, turning your head left and right as you try to glare at him.

“I’m Robert. I hear you can help me get something I want.”

“And what’s that?”

“See, your boyfriend Joel never gave me what I wanted.”

The corner of your mouth tips up into a sneer of sorts. “And you think he’ll trade something for me?”

“I’m hoping you’ll tell me where it is. No need to involve Joel directly. You and I are adults.”

“Adults tied to a fucking chair for 3 days.”

“And that won’t change until we have our shit. So…where is it?”

You blink. “Where’s what?”

“The haul we’re owed.”

You shrug as well as you can. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He shakes his head. “I thought as much.”

Robert’s fist collides with your cheek and your head snaps to the side, spitting blood. You shake your head and turn to look up at him full of anger.

“I don’t know anything.”

His fist collides with your face again, this time closer to your mouth, causing your lip to split.

“Punch me all you want, but that’s not going to put information in my head that I never knew.”

His face gets close to yours as he inspects you closely, using a spare bit of cloth pulled from his pocket to dab off the blood from your lip.

“You know, I’ve kept you safe until now but my men are getting…restless. It’s been a long time since they’ve been around people as pretty as you.” He traces a finger down from your lip and dips to your collarbone, watching you involuntarily flinch away from him.

“You can be a strong girl all you want, but once my men are through with you, we’ll see how much you really do know.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything.”

“We’ll see.”

He turns and walks out the door and you let out a breath you had been holding. Shit this was bad. Bad bad bad.

The man that had been bringing you food and letting you use the bathroom comes in, this time really looking at you, causing your blood to run cold. He approaches you, a hungry, desperate look in his eyes as he reaches for your top, undoing the first button. Trying not to show any fear, you look at the man.

“My boyfriends will kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of Joel.”

You shake your head. “Not Joel. Will. Captain Will Miller.”

The man looks at you, disbelief and pure fear etched in his features. You knew Will had a reputation, but you didn’t realize just how deep that reputation ran.

POP POP POP!

He freezes, listening to the sounds and yells from outside. Guns are firing at random and your heart leaps. It has to be them. A momentary lapse in sound and you scream.

“IN HERE! I’M HERE!”

The man slaps your face and your neck jolts to the side. His hands start to fumble at the button on your pants as he grunts out to you.

“You’re fucking lying, you whore. You don’t even k-know Will Miller.”

“That a chance you’re willing to take?” The sounds and yells from behind the door increase in decibels and urgency, which makes the man fumble with your button still. He gives up for a moment, opting to undo his own pants instead.

“F-fuck you.”

“Your funeral.”

The man hesitates for a split second before the door bursts open and Will is there, anger flaring in his blue eyes, his whole body tense and aggressive. His gaze lands on the man in front of you, whose pants are around his ankles and that’s when you see it. The shift in Will. A darkness settles over the normally denim blues, his body shifts predatorily, his intense gaze focused solely on the man in front of you who is easily twice his size. Watching Will’s eyes, you see the final shift - the Will you know and love has stepped aside to become the protector in front of you.

The man stumbles backwards, tripping over his pants as Will advances on him. Closing the distance in just a couple steps, you see Will holster his gun in favor of a knife that he’s pulled from his boot, flipping it out with a flourish. The man on the floor tries desperately to stand and shuffle backwards at the same time, his bare ass scraping against the hard floors while he sputters.

“P-p-please! I wasn’t-I wouldn’t..Robert said..no… NO PL-”

You can’t see what Will does exactly, as the man has managed to scoot behind you, out of your range of vision. But you do hear things - sputters, gurgles, the sound of skin being sliced, choking. You’re looking down at the floor and see the red start to come from behind your chair. None of this was unfamiliar to you, but it’s still not something you want to see. Straining against your binds, Will comes from behind you, wiping blood from his face.

“Ghost?”

His face is in front of yours and you meet his eyes, seeing your Will staring back at you.

“Will!” you let out a mini sob with his name as he scrambles to undo your wrists and legs. The moment you’re freed he pulls you to him, nearly squeezing out the air in your lungs.

“Will…can’t…breathe…”

“Sorry,” he mumbles with that drawl and he releases you but makes you look at him.

“Are you hurt, darlin’?” His eyes rove over your face, noting the bruises and split lip.

You shake your head. “Not really. Just a few fists to the face. I’ve had worse.”

“They didn’t…”

“No! No, that was a more recent threat.”

He kisses you briefly, moaning into it before pulling away.

“We gotta get you out of here.”

“We?”

Will winks at you. “You didn’t think they’d let me come alone, did you? Keep behind me darlin’.”

You move behind Will as you shake feeling back into your legs. Will grabs his gun and holds it out, opening the door and checking before he has you crouch a little to follow him. You make it just out the door when a hand grips your arm, squeezing tightly. Yelping, you’re pulled backwards away from Will, who has spun on his heel, gun raised to the person behind you. Robert pulls you to his chest, pushing the barrel of his gun into the side of your head.

“Don’t fuckin move.”

Will and you both freeze, and you see Joel out of the corner of your eye, in the middle of what used to be a parking lot, freeze as well.

“Drop the guns.”

“If you let her go, I’ll make it quick.” The look is back in Will’s eyes again and you’re thankful you’re not on the receiving end of that one.

“Make a move and I’ll blow her head off before you can reach me.”

“I’ll take you to the haul.” Joel’s voice, usually very calm and cool is laced with nerves.

Robert snorts. “Do you even still have it, Joel? Or did you give it to those less deserving?”

“They have no currency, Robert. They couldn’t afford to feed-”

“Not my problem. My guys have families too.”

“We can work out a deal,” Joel continues to try and negotiate.

“Yeah. We can. You took something important to me, and I took something important to you. Why don’t I just keep her-” he speaks the last 2 words in your ear and you try to shift your head away from him as he chuckles “-take care of her a bit while you scrounge me up twice the haul you owe me.”

Will tries to take a step, but Robert shoves the gun harder into your temple and you cry out at the pain. Will stops immediately, looking extremely torn.

“What do ya say, Joel? I promise I’ll take good care of her.” The hand wrapped around your chest starts to move down towards your breasts.

POP!

One shot echoes through the courtyard as Robert crumbles to the ground behind you. Will rushes forward to grab you as you collapse into his arms. Joel takes out a few more of Robert’s men while the rest flee, throwing their guns down as they run. Will holds you tight and calls your name. You meet his eyes as he speaks.

“Hey, darlin’. Look at me. You’re ok, you’re alive. You’re here with me. You’re ok.” He’s brushing the hair back from your face as he repeats this in a gentle manner. Joel comes into your vision a few moments later, mumbling to Will they were clear.

“Hey, angel. Looks like you got a couple shiners there.”

Your eyes slide slowly from Will’s to Joel’s, enjoying the eye crinkles that pop up when Joel smiles at you, caressing your cheek as you shift to him. Joel takes you in his arms and hugs you to his chest, smelling your hair as he breathes deep.

“I saw your trail, angel. That was really smart of you to do that.”

“I kn..knew you’d find m-me.”

Joel hugs you tight for another minute until you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Tensing for a moment, you think that someone is coming to take you from them, but then you hear the gait and you spin around, launching yourself at Benny who already had his arms open to catch you.

“Nice shot, Benny.” you speak into his chest as he holds you to him, hand cradling the back of your head.

“Told you I was decent.”

He pulls your head back to look at you, studying the bruises popping up on your face and a dark look starts to wash over him. Placing your hand on the side of his cheek, he blinks and actually looks at you.

“Benny, I’m ok. You saved me.”

You turn around to face Will and Joel. “You all saved me.”

—----

They take you to a medic who concludes that nothing is broken, just a few bruises and scrapes. She tries to give you some pain killers, but you wave her off, telling her to keep them for people who really need it. Will tries to insist, but you put your foot down. “Other people actually need these. I’ll just be sore a couple days, tops.”

The Millers have you stay with them while you heal, Joel insisting that you sleep in his bed as it’s the biggest. He tries to sleep on the couch but you roll your eyes, promising to actually sleep and heal. As tempting as they all were, you knew you needed to let your body, and mind, rest.

A week passes of the boys taking care of you and you feel so much better. You hadn’t realized how sleep deprived you had been so now you had been sleeping in until well after lunch. They fed you well, making sure you had plenty to eat and also took care of your injuries, treating them with some arnica paste you had made.

Waking up, you stretch and notice Joel is gone. Judging by the light coming in from behind the curtains, it’s probably noon, which explains why your stomach was growling. Standing, you open the door and walk into the living area, seeing Will, Benny, and Joel lounging in the living room. They all turn to look at you when you enter, 3 faces of familial traits staring back at you.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“No, sweetheart. We were waitin’ on you. Come here!” Benny pats the space on the couch between him and Joel and you move to sit there, looking around at the three of them.

“What’s up?”

They glance at each other before Benny speaks.

“We were thinkin’, especially after what..happened. That it would be…I mean we would love it if you…uh..would you…”

Will cuts him off. “We want you to be safe, darlin’. So would you…just…shit.”

“I don’t understan-”

“What my brothers are failing to ask you angel is..will you move in with us?”

Your jaw nearly hits the floor. “You all want me…to…move in? Here? With all of you?”

Nervously, they all nod their heads.

A wide grin splits your face. “When? Can I move in right now? I only have to grab a few things!”

All 3 heads snap to you, smiles spreading on their faces as Joel and Benny squeeze you at the same time, Will waiting patiently for them to be done before pulling you up and hugging you.

“We can go get your stuff now, darlin’. If this is what you want?” His eyes study yours and you smile back at him.

“I absolutely want this!”

“There’s one more thing, sweetheart.” Benny stands and takes your hand, walking you about halfway down the hall to his and Will’s bedrooms. You stand in front of a door where you remember Will saying it was hardly an office but counted because it had a door.

“We knew you wouldn’t allow any one of us to give up our rooms,” You nod in agreement with him. “But we wanted you to have a space. Where you could go and close the door if you need some alone time.” Benny opens the door and you walk in as he flips the lights on behind you.

It’s a small room, a tiny window on the opposite wall. They’ve gotten you a bed, full size, a side table for it, and there’s shelves all along the far wall, the right half covered with a curtain. A small vase of flowers sits on the side table and there’s fresh sheets on the bed in your favorite color. A painting of a farm hangs on the wall, the one from Joel’s room.

Turning to Benny with tears in your eyes, your mouth opens and closes looking for the words.

“You guys did this? For me?”

He smiles that Benny smile and leans down to you. “We’d do anything for you, sweetheart.” He kisses you lightly, mindful of hurting you, but you pull him deeper for a moment, noticing the pain was gone. Reluctantly, you break the kiss and point to the curtains behind you.

“Is that a closet?”

“Yeah! My idea!” He walks over and slides the fabric aside, showing 2 shower curtain rods with hangers on them and open shelves underneath, like little cubby holes to put pants and such in. 2 of them have baskets in them that you recognize from the living room, having told Will you really liked them as they reminded you of something your mom had had. Touching the curtains for a brief moment, you turn to Benny.

“Let’s go get my shit!”

—----

They all accompany you to pack up your place, making quick work of the few belongings you had. You leave a bunch of stuff behind, furniture, most of the plates and cups, various cutlery, etc. Once you’re all packed up, you knock on your neighbor’s doors and tell them to help themselves, knowing they’ll leave the basics for the next person to occupy your small unit. One of the families has a young girl, about 8. You explain to her about Pockets and her face lights up - she knows the raccoon and had been sneaking him scraps for the last few months. You laugh thinking about how he conned you both into feeding him but at least you know he’ll be taken care of.

The boys put the boxes in your room and you start unpacking immediately. Will pops his head in a few minutes later to say he has to pop in to work for a bit and Joel leaves to check on some families he’s been watching since the incident with Robert. None of the remaining members have made a move, but Joel checks on them just in case.

Benny knocks on your door and you motion for him to sit on the bed and you both idly chat while you put the remainder of your things away. It’s one of the things you love about Benny - the ability to talk about anything and nothing and feel an immense comfort and calm from it. He starts laughing at a corny joke he made and you can’t help but join in, laughing as you lay down next to him, watching the tears stream from his ocean blue eyes as you pull him on top of you, deepening the kiss and intending to break in your new bed.

—----

Chapter 11>>

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dontcallmecarrie · 4 years

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Are you planing on ever making By Dawns Early Light into a full blown story? ... And is Thanos an issue in this AU? I think you havent mentioned him in it so well, I wondered?

UMM. *looks over what I’ve got in that tag, and winces*

geez this thing’s longer than some of my actual fics, when did that happen?

Here’s the thing, though: this AU’s meant to be a writer’s-block-buster. Which, if the current evidence is anything to go by, has been a resounding success.

However.

As of right now it’s just that, a thought-and-snippet-writing exercise, because there’s a lot of things that’d need tweaking before I’d even consider posting it on AO3 [aka my inner perfectionist strikes again].

Again, this is mostly just me messing around with a fluffy tumblr-exclusive [for now, anyway] AU because this feels smaller stakes than if I were to round this up and make it into a full-out fic.

Also, in regards to the second part of your ask: not exactly. By Dawn’s Early Light is, at its core, a fairly fluffy self-indulgent AU, which for me is also code for ‘nobody dies if I can help it’ and ‘if the MCU can have a Gary Stu villain then I can do what I want, Deus Ex Machina-levels of fixits included’.

How? Simple. By nerfing the heck out of him, while also unfridging as many other moms as I can, with a side of I-have-yet-to-forgive-the-writers-for-pulling-this-bs-seriously-what-kind-of-writing-was-that.

Here’s how the entire Thanos situation would go down, in By Dawn’s Early Light (spoilers for a fic I have yet to write):

First, let’s take a step back, shall we? This is, among other things, a timeline-crunch AU. There’s a lot going down in a very compressed time frame [originally just because I wanted Howard to still be around just for Tony to be able to punch him, but now I’m invested in this so time go the full nine yards, buckle up everyone].

So. The entire situation around Maria Stark and Tony and Bucky’s been covered fairly well, but to sum up: when Howard turns out to be an abusive asshole of a husband, his wife smiles at him and promptly turns around and burns both SHIELD and Stark Industries, revealing HYDRA and Obadiah Stane’s double-dealing ahead of schedule [unintentional fixits ftw]. In the chaos, Bucky manages to escape and joins up with Maria and Tony as they go in hiding.

Ripple effect that didn’t get mentioned: Hank Pym sees this shit going down, realizes that the most famous missing child in the country is about the same age as his daughter, and decides to not aim to be Absentee Father of the Year. He ends up being a tad overprotective, sure, but is way more involved in his kid’s life and Hope Van Dyne grows up with at least one (1) parental figure in her life, so…there’s that.

Things happen, and the timeline for bringing Janet back gets moved up somehow, right around when the Avengers assemble.

Note to self: adjust part of Scott Lang’s origin story in this? Compare whistleblower laws of that time era, alt. entrance for him could be him somehow helping Tony hide because BDEL!Howard’s the type of petty and vindictive asshole who’d pull some strings if he found out this rando interfered with his search somehow.

Bonus for giving Scott and Hank something to commiserate about, later on, and would also have Tony and Co. feeling indebted to him [which would result in a lot of shiny prototypes and records being expunged, later on, probably]

…though that might be a bit much. Hmm.

Reason to bring Janet back: I do what I want also I think the MCU fridged moms because otherwise they’d be too powerful

Ripple effect that didn’t get mentioned, the second: since this is also the AU where moms get unfridged, Frigga’s going to be derailing the plot from her corner of the galaxy.

Also, since I finally watched Ragnarok but was a mythology nerd as a kid and have a passing knowledge of the comics, time to revamp how Hela fits into this universe.

Okay, she’s still murderous and powerful and ruthless.

Only, turns out there’s a very good reason for it: she was one of Loki’s students [iirc she’s his daughter in the myths, that’s the best I can come up with atm] before Odin saddled her with the thankless duty of being the watchkeeper of Asgard’s enemies and prisoners. As in, Odin just straight-up went ‘hey you look pretty talented, here, I now hold you responsible for this entire goddamn realm of assholes and creeps, if any get out we’re all screwed’.

Which is something Hela absolutely did not sign up for, but she’s now just about the only thing standing between said realm of undesirables and her home so she stays put […also maybe Odin sealed the only way back? Maybe? Idk].

It didn’t help that in the early days, these ruffians thought they could overpower her and escape to wreak havoc. So she had to kick everyone’s ass six ways to Sunday, until they finally accepted her as the head honcho of this dump and as someone Not To Be Fucked With.

Thus, why Hela’s known as the goddess of death and ruler of Helheim.

…and it’s also why she accidentally came to Thanos’ attention.

(Because why the hell not, as if her day wasn’t bad enough Odin you owe her big time—)

Thanos, of course, is in love with her carnage and seems to be the kind of guy who doesn’t take no for an answer. Hela just wants to be left the alone but can’t tell him to fuck off because if she did, she’d risk leaving her home open to attack from enemy agents, which is how we get the story behind why Thanos is known as the madman who courted death.

[Hela: fuck you and the horse you rode in on shoo you bastard and take your stupid flowers with you—]

Thanos was on one of his especially annoying ‘let me woo you with the ashes of this one civilization!’ kicks [Hela: ashes. How romantic. Not. Leave me alone already.] when some of the Dark Elves snuck out and killed Odin.

Hela…is only pissed she couldn’t have done it with her own two hands. Also slightly embarrassed that the Dark Elves escaped in the first place, and relieved that it was only Odin who’d kicked it because his wife had seemed pretty nice, the one time Hela’d seen the lady before she’d been drop-kicked to this hellhole.

Also— apparently she now can leave this place? Sayonara, bitches.

Thanos is very displeased when he doesn’t find her standing guard over Helheim when he returns.

Displeased enough to get creative, as far as courting gifts go, and think that if she didn’t like rings or jewelry, well, maybe this Lady Death would appreciate a shiny, fully-assembled Infinity Gauntlet instead.

well…let’s be honest, if it weren’t for his ‘don’t take no for an answer’ thing, you’d have to give the guy props for trying. Nothing says ‘I love you’ more than ‘here have this item of absolute cosmic power’, amirite? [just kidding]

Hela now has mixed feelings about Asgard. Before she was crowned Queen of This Dump, she’d been a student of magic, had been used to certain things. There’s quite an element of culture shock to be had, now that she’s back. It’s the first time she’s seen sunlight in thousands of years, and also there’s a lot of systemic changes going on now that some of Odin’s dirty secrets are coming out at last. Turns out she’s not the only one who’d been pressed into duty: some of Loki’s other students[/children in the myths] came back with stories of the same. Fenrir was apparently voluntold to be the guardian of the Reality Stone, Jormungandr had apparently been busy on Midgard […which now had a school of Mystic Arts? Pfft. Overachiever], and the more Hela thought about it the angrier she got.

Especially when it turns out that her teacher had been mocked for suffering a breakdown and was also tortured by the creep who’d been flirting with her for millennia [Everyone: wait what Hela: I am going to KILL THAT BASTARD NEXT TIME I SEE HIM].

However, thanks to Frigga being Frigga and having a crazy-high charisma stat, Hela is still mostly willing to play ball with everyone else on Asgard. Despite her not being happy with how ungrateful the general populace acted [oh, magic’s just ‘tricks’? Here, have a fireball TO THE FACE I FOUGHT MONSTERS WITH THESE TRICKS FOR MILLENNIA].

So when Thanos shows up again, he gets one-shotted by Hela, who’s very very pissy about her vacation being interrupted.

Because this planet has sunlight and hot chocolate and punk rock and she’s got centuries’ worth of time off and she is damn well going to enjoy it.

…aka why Thanos is a bit of a non-entity in this one. Again, fixits are the name of the game for this AU.

#I got an ask!#replies #Naught replies #By Dawn's Early Light #thinking aloud #My writing #behind the scenes mini fic #in which fixits happen #canon went screwy years back here's my attempt to fix it

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queenborhapreaderships · 4 years

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Masterlist

Hey guys! Thought I’d make a masterlist before I lose everything. Until I lose the masterlist, just you wait. ANYWAY!

The Witcher

Geralt/Reader

~Promise - “ You and Geralt have been traveling together for ages and you have a system down. You're a powerful witch, so you can definitely hold your own. Geralt knows this. Or at least you thought he did. When he puts himself in harm's way for you, quite frankly, it pisses you off. You confront him and certain feelings you've both been hiding creep their way to the light. In an overly complex fashion, because it's Geralt.”

Jaskier/Reader

~The Beginning - “Prompt fill for: "Hello there :) I wanted to ask if you would write Jaskier x reader. The reader is a Witcheress and she travels with Jaskier (and occasionaly Geralt). One day some peasants talk shit About her and Jaskier stays up for her, saying more About his feelings than he intented to? :) thank you and sorry for my English"

~Revelations - “This was a request for jealous Jaskier/Reader but it kinda turned more into insecure Jaskier/reader, but there's some jealousy elements in there as well! Jas and the reader grew up together, inseparable. When Geralt joins the picture, Jaskier is worried he's holding Y/N back and tries to back off. Y/N has to set him straight!”

~Prompt Fill for “ heard you were looking for prints ! how about a jaskier/reader (male or gender neutral) where jaskier is songwriting or practicing while the reader is painting and it’s like cute as hell ? “

More Gen Type Stuff (family dynamics, etc...)

~Shit Happens - “This was a request for protective dad Geralt! I added some friendship with Ciri in there as well <3″

~Prompt Fill for “hey for your witcher proments how about somebody from our world (like peter parker smart but quirky type of personality) gets teleported into the witchers world and shenanigans ensue or something like that. Also love your stuff, keep writing, look forward for the next one!!!!! ;))))”

Sherlock

Sherlock/Reader

~Particularly Human - “Prompt fill for - ‘Would you be okay with doing a Sherlock thing where reader is really really close to him, could be romantic but doesn’t need to be if you don’t want to, and perhaps they get kidnapped (and tortured if you’re up for it??? Perhaps Sherlock can watch from a livestream the kidnapper is doing?) could be a happy ending if you wanna! I’m just here for that gud angst 😈’”

Queen/Borhap Cast

Ben Hardy/Reader

~how dare you? - “Prompt fill for ‘ Hey :) could you do a headcanon about Ben cheating on reader?’ It started as a headcanon then turned into an entireass fic. Love that.”

Rami Malek/Reader

~Prompt Fill for “ How about expecting a baby with Rami and having your first baby” Full disclosure, I entirely forgot I wrote this, it’s pretty short but fluffy as hell.

~rekindling the flame - “You’re the daughter of Jim Hutton, so growing up was a roller coaster. With Freddie as practically a second father, things were never boring. But time passed and things changed. Everything changed. Not knowing how to process any of your past, you flee to the states in an attempt to write music and find yourself. It pretty much turns into instant isolation! That all changes when you get a call from your Uncle Bri about a movie being made on Freddie. Secrets come to light and you just might find yourself falling in love with the boy with the beautiful eyes along the way.” I abandoned this fic when I faded out of the Queen/Borhap fandom and I Am So Sorry.

Doctor Who

Eleventh Doctor/Reader

~That’s That - “The Tardis takes a bit of a tumble and you bang your head up pretty bad. Cue a very worried Doctor. He takes care of you which causes certain... things to come to light.”

~Safe - “The Doctor is furious. You risked your life again and he just won't have that. He can't have another death on his hands, but is that all? Is there more to why he's so mad? Spoiler alert. Yes. Yes, there is.”

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur/Reader

~We Were Written in the Stars, but the Universe is a Shit Author - “You've been looking for your soulmates for your entire life, ridiculed and taunted for having two soul marks. Finally, when you've decided it's just not worth it anymore, your soulmates decide to come out of the shadows. Now everything's supposed to be perfect, right? That's how soulmates work, right? Well. You definitely learn that lesson the hard way. Trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and situations (no actual suicide though)”

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon/Reader (with a hint of Negan/Reader)

~Wherever Loyalty Lies - “ When Rick’s group abandons you after you’re hurt, Negan’s men find you in the woods and take you back to The Sanctuary. Negan takes a very special interest in you. You're more or less his favorite. How do you adapt to this new life while still trying to make sense of your past one? What happens when you come face to face with your family that left you all alone?” Oh god, this was my first fic. It’s like three years old by now. Pls don’t judge me. I tried.

Also! Feel free to keep up with me on AO3, I post most of my shit there too <3 Please lemme know if any of the links aren’t working!

#masterlist #i guess i can find it through that tag #the witcher #geralt/reader #geralt x reader #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #geralt of rivia #geralt #geralt z rivii #jaskier #jaskier x reader #jaskier reader insert #geralt reader insert #the witcher reader insert

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ichigopanhpff · 5 years

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 14

Read Ch. 13 | Masterlist

SPOILER ALERT: This chapter’s not much of spoiler territory but it’s still within season 4. It’s character development time!

Summer’s last breath left near the end of September and brought the autumnal chills. All the interns were able to attend Nighteye’s funeral after the dust settled on the Shie Hassaikai raid. Both the school and hero agencies agreed on putting the work-study program in an indefinite hold.

Ren took two mental health days from classes after all her injuries healed.

She stayed in bed, completely unmotivated to do anything. Despite that, she ultimately returned but her attendance had scattered absences.

This alerted two certain students from 2-A.

When lunch time came around, two familiar second years came up to 1-A’s table. Everyone energetically greeted them.

“Have you guys seen Ren lately?” Seri asked with an underlying tone of worry. Midoriya and Todoroki quickly took notice of it.

“She said she hasn’t been feeling well,” Yaoyorozu answered. “And has been in her room since I last saw her this morning.”

“Gottverdammt,” Tomoe hissed out in German and went back to Japanese, speaking in a hushed manner with Seri. “She’s relapsing.”

The two rushed out of the lunchroom.

“Lange-senpai, wait!” a voice called out.

The two girls turned to see five of the first years followed them.

“What do you mean by relapsing?” Uraraka suddenly asked in between breaths. “She was with us during the raid.”

“If this has anything to do with Chisaki...” Asui assumed.

“We’ll explain on the way,” Seri promptly responded. “Come on.”

The rag tag group exited the corridor and made their way to their dorms at a quickened pace.

“Ren was basically a physical and emotional recluse when we first met each other in class,” Tomoe summarized. “Had a lot of trust issues after being bullied at her old school in the States.”

“Bullied?” Midoriya asked, knowing all too well of this.

“It’s… something to do with her family that’s better coming from her,” the tall girl quickly replied.

“When Tocchan and I managed to become friends with her, she’d have relapse episodes where she wouldn’t come to school for days,” Seri continued. “Her anxiety got the best of her whenever she felt herself opening up. We didn’t know it was such a big vulnerability at the time and thought she was just playing hooky. After butting our way into her place one day after school to give her notes and assignments, we saw her buried under her covers in her room, cowering like an abused animal.”

“We sat with her for hours until she was comfortable enough with us to talk,” Tomoe finished and clicked her tongue. “That dummkopf… She must be a mess right now.”

Finally reaching the Alliance Dorms, they busted through the door and heard a startled yelp from the kitchen. It was Ren at mid-chew with her lunch. The longer part of her hair was halfway up in a messy bun and was wearing a black slouchy sweater with loose cream colored sweatpants.

“What… are you guys doing here?” she asked slowly in confusion, her voice sounding rough.

Tomoe and Seri shook in anger and immediately ran at her; One kicked Ren in the back while the other punched her in the face. She fell down with a dull thud without having a chance to defend herself. Their juniors, for a lack of better word, were completely dumbstruck.

“Du dumpfbacke!” Tomoe yelled in German and went back to Japanese. “You had us worried sick!”

“You bloody wanking bellend!” Seri screamed in British English and continued to stomp on her. “Why didn’t you text us after everything?! We thought you relapsed, you piece of crap!”

The remaining group couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch the beat down commence. They understood their senpais were concerned about her, but this was their way of showing it?

“Lange-senpai, Kubo-senpai,” Midoriya softly called with a fearful quiver. “I think you should stop...”

“We’re not done worrying about her!” both simultaneously angrily shrieked out.

“Ren-senpai’s not moving,” Asui pointed out with fret. “But her arm is twitching though.”

The two girls huffed heavily and looked down to see an unconscious Ren laying on her side, foaming at the mouth. Once the tussle subsided, they all sat down at the couches in the common area and explained themselves.

“Relapsed? Well...” Ren trailed off and rubbed where Tomoe punched her on her face. Her voice sounded hoarse, like she’d been screaming at the top of her lungs. “I did for a bit when we got back, but it wasn’t as serious as you thought it’d be.”

“You look like you’re doing fine,” Seri noticed with a tinge of annoyance. “So why haven’t you come back to class?”

“I’m nursing a throat infection,” she revealed and went into a light coughing fit, covering her mouth with her sleeve. “The medication makes me sleepy.”

“Why didn’t you say so then?!” Tomoe angrily shouted, smacking her arm.

“Ow. Because you were beating me with an inch of my life ten minutes ago,” Ren briskly answered while soothing the stinging area her friend hit.

“You got us there,” Seri surrendered. Her expression went from nonchalant to concern. “… We saw what happened on the live broadcast.”

“Fight Chisaki that recklessly...” The tall girl gripped the hem of her skirt as her shoulder shook, unable to hold her emotions back anymore. “You could’ve died! Even if you did have a vendetta, I wouldn’t have forgiven you if you went out like that,” she angrily shouted.

Tomoe glared at her with tears in her dark brown eyes, now free flowing down her cheeks.

“So don’t go decidin’ somethin’ as selfish as throwing your life away without thinkin’ ‘bout your friends n’ your mom!”

Ren looked at her friend choking back her sobs with the saddest expression. The pink haired girl drew her into a tight hug and stroked the back of her head. After having a few days to reflect on her actions, she did feel a small tinge of guilt for doing what she did.

It’s as Tamaki and Mirio-senpai foresaw: she got blinded by her emotions.

“Sorry… for worrying both of you...” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you, but we were under strict orders from the pros to keep silent.”

Tomoe continued to cry into her shoulder while Seri remained pensive.

“So with Chisaki gone...” The silver white-haired girl softly spoke. “And Togata-senpai on an extended leave from school, what are you going to do?”

Ren’s hazel-green eyes gleamed with sadness and sighed heavily.

“Lately, I’ve been finding myself lacking motivation to come back...” she confessed and released Tomoe from the hug, her friend having now calmed down to sniffles. “All this time, I wanted to be a hero just to find that scumbag and bring him to justice. And now…”

She sighed again and leaned forward with her hands loosely clasped.

“I don’t know what to do.”

The pregnant silence momentarily rang through, feeling the weight of Ren’s words seep into their mind. It was Uraraka who decided to break it.

“It’s fine to continue on as you are, even if you don’t know where it’ll lead,” the gravity girl encouraged.

“Senpai, no matter how tough things get, I hope you know you can trust and rely on us with anything,” Asui soothed with a matching smile. “Even heroes need support.”

“There’s a lot more people out there to save,” Midoriya stated and clenched his fist. “The world needs more strong heroes now more than ever.”

Ren hung her head low, hiding her sullen face with her hair.

“Am I strong though?” she whimpered out with her right hand gripping her left forearm, still trying to make sense of what happened that caused her arm to dislocate.

“We can’t answer that for you...” Todoroki finally spoke up with clarity. “But continuing on to be a hero is what your brother would’ve wanted.”

Her head lifted up with hopeless looking wet eyes, letting out a small gasp.

That’s right: she became a hero for his sake from the start. Why couldn’t she remember something as simple as that? Somewhere along the way, she got swept up with the current, unable to think of her own motives as she ran forward. Ren turned away to wipe the stray tears with her sleeve.

“I’m a pathetic senpai.” She let out a dry laugh between sniffles. “Look at me, being consoled by my juniors over things I have no control over… I’m so lame.”

“You are pretty lame,” Tomoe teased with a comforting grin.

“But you’d do the same for them,” Seri remarked with a small smile.

The rose-gold colored haired girl nodded with a shy grin.

Two days later, Ren returned to class after recovering and her life fell back into the usual routine before the internship happened: Classes, study sessions, counseling 1-A students, and of course, the late-night training sessions resumed with Bakugou and Todoroki.

“I saw you try out that move fightin’ that bastard,” Bakugou casually remarked with crossed arms. “It was sloppy.”

“I was desperate,” Ren angrily quivered out and chugged some water, not wanting to be reminded of her screw up. “With the way I was going up the pillar, I couldn’t attack from behind anyway.”

“Stand,” the blond boy requested, with her complying. “You should’ve came at him like this.”

Bakugou charged at Ren and aimed his right fist low, stopping short at her torso and slowed his left that was aiming at her jawline. Not once did her body flinch, having gotten used to his movements.

“Your opponent’s guard lets down when you hit their core first and you can follow up with the finishing blow to kill ‘em,” he instructed.

“And if you add your quirk to it, you’d have an extra element of surprise,” Todoroki added. “Increasing your chances of victory.”

“Don’t butt into our conversation, half-and-half,” Bakugou scowled.

“There’s… somethin’ I wanna try,” Ren suddenly blurted out. “I need the two of you to come at me with your quirks at full force.”

“Are you sure?” the bi-colored haired boy asked.

“I don’t think it’ll work unless I feel my life’s in danger. And I can’t rely on it all the time.”

The three positioned themselves and as always, Bakugou was the first to attack with a mighty yell and charge. He shot an explosion with his right, only to have Ren duck under it with her speed and jumped up to dodge Todoroki’s trail of ice on the ground.

“You’re mine!”

Rapid shots of explosion shot out of his palm at close quarter, making Ren put her arms up in an X-formation and jumped back. The singe on her arms smelled of burnt hair and skin; she had to endure the discomfort.

“Hey! We agreed to no hits to the face!” she shouted.

“Huuh?! I can’t hear you over the sound of me winning!” he retorted and went on the offensive by using his hands as a rocket blast.

Ren timed it perfectly and managed to roundhouse him in the face, making use of his back to jump on to attack Todoroki on the back line. He came at her with his ice wall attack, but used her momentum to leverage herself on the already laid frozen crystals and flipped over toward him. Remembering how Toga moved when she attacked Aizawa, the airborne girl struck hard at his right shoulder blade with her hand of her fist making a stabbing motion. The shock immediately traveled up his body and brought the boy to his knees after she landed. She gasped out loud and turned to see Todoroki on all fours, sweating hard and panting. His arms were shaking.

“Oh crap!” she exclaimed and ran up to dual-quirk user. “Did I hit too hard?!”

“My body’s… just in shock,” he gasped out. “I think you hit a nerve.”

“I thought you said no face hits, ya dumbass!” Bakugou shouted from the other side of the room. Ren mockingly held her hand up to her ear.

“You’ll have to speak up. I can’t hear you over the sound of me winning,” she mimicked his previous response.

A short pause later, Todoroki was able to regain control over his body and plopped down on the floor to the right of Ren, glancing over at her, who was patting her face down with a towel.

“That move before...” the boy questioned. “Did you learn that from the raid?”

“From the enemy’s side, yes,” she hesitantly answered, not wanting to let slip who.

“Speakin’ of enemies,” Bakugou interjected and placed a hand on his hip. “What’s the deal with you n’ birdface? I take it he’s part of your history?”

Ren rested her arms on her knees, looking up at the ash blond boy. “We’ll talk this weekend. I did promise Kiri-kun, after all. That good with you?”

Bakugou glanced at his senpai, her expression completely different from how she was weeks ago. There was a sense of peace and openness reflecting in her hazel-green eyes.

“I’ll have to let Midoriya, Ochaco and Tsuyu-chan know about it too,” she noted aloud.

“Why does that damn nerd and the extras need to be involved with this?!”

“Because I owe them my life,” Ren argued back. “So grow up and deal with it, Bakkun.”

“Don’t call me ‘Bakkun’!”

“I rather like it,” she teased with a grin and rested her index finger on her chin like Asui. “Makes me think of ‘Ba-Boom’, like your quirk,” she chuckled.

“Senpai, your arms...” Todoroki pointed out. She looked down to see her forearms decorated with irritated red burn marks from Bakugou’s attack and clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Bakkun!” She yelled and held her arms up for him to see. “You’re treating this right now!”

“What the hell?! You told me not to hold back!” he retorted.

“You’re still treating it,” the girl demanded and pouted like a child. “And you have to kiss it to make it feel better.”

“Like hell I’m gonna do somethin’ idiotic like that,” he grumbled and grabbed the first aid kit beside him. He carefully lathered aloe vera ointment on her right forearm, feeling the cool sensation sink into her pores. While Bakugou tended to the other limb, Todoroki unconsciously held his right palm over the already treated one.

A gentle chill emitted from his hand, sending a wave of goosebumps up Ren’s entire arm. She stared at him in awe while he concentrated. His head tilted up the moment she let out a small sneeze that sounded like a mouse squeaking.

“Sorry, was it too cold?” he asked with a tone of concern.

“Just a little,” she sheepishly replied with a tiny chatter coming from her teeth and sniffled. “But it felt nice.”

“I’ll hold back on your left then,” he verbally noted and tended to it.

“If you two morons are done gawking at each other like lovesick puppies, I’m heading out,” Bakugou listlessly spoke and got up off of the floor, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Bakkun,” Ren called once more, making him turn around. She flashed him a grateful smile and said, “Thanks for not holding back and treating my arms.”

A splash of red dotted his cheeks and urged him to quickly turned back, merely acknowledging her with a gruff grunt.

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The weekend came quicker than Ren expected and started getting nervous. She was picking at an invisible hangnail on her finger, staring at the box on the floor still. Ren mentioned in passing to Tomoe and Seri about what she was going to do, only to be met with an understanding and concerned look. Before they could say anything, she reassured them it was fine; their trust was forged in the fires of battle with her.

Perhaps she should’ve asked them to be here for moral support and inwardly groaned.

A soft rap of the door jolted her brain back and swallowed hard.

“Here goes nothing...” she whispered to herself and opened her door and invited her guests in.

#mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #deku #mha oc #bnha oc #mha season 4 #bnha season 4 #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #mha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki

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Writing “Chasing New Dawn” - Characterization and echoes of Fanfictional Roots

A month ago, a facilitator of one of the writing groups I’m part of asked an interesting question. You see, she doesn’t write fiction. Like, at all. And she wondered, with a certain sense of wonder, how those of us who do write fiction make stuff up.

It’s a question that becomes a lot more interesting in my case - seeing as how I’m not exactly starting from scratch.

For the most of you who don’t know it, Chasing New Dawn owns its entire existence to “What Did Zoey Say?.” I wasn’t that big of a fan of Zoey 101 back when it actually aired, but I watched enough episodes that the reunion short film thingy resonated. . And after I finished watching it, the old theme song, the bloody theme song, got stuck in my head. And it wouldn’t leave. For days. Like, I literaly spent two days with the song playing in my head over and over and over... ... Until I had the vision of a power armor snapping into place around Zoey, Iron Man style.

That was enough to kick the song right out of my head. But the image intrigued me.

From the get-go, the story itself wasn’t going to be a fanfic. I mean, I could have done a Super Sentai style Zoey 101 AU, but so long as I was going that far off canon, I figured I might as well make it original.

When it comes to characters, doing something original is actually kind of liberating. You don’t have to keep the characters consistent with the source. If anything, the less true to the source you are, the further you get away from the fanfic territory.

As I’ve written before, in the original show, an argument could be made that Quinn was autistic, but it was far from sure thing. But since Riley was an original character, I could run with it. And, because I decided to base her high-functioning autism on my high-functioning autism, I wound up giving her some of my interests (dance music!) and quirks (dealing with stress by pushing my fingernails into the sides of my fingers, the way she isn’t entirely sure what to do with her hands, the aversion to shopping malls). And her backstory was actually inspired by a conversation I had on the train with a guy who grew up in rural Appalachia.

One thing to keep in mind is that, like I said, I was more of a casual fan of the original show. When I went back to look at the character bios, I realized that there is some important stuff that I just plain forgot - like how Zoey had a younger brother who was on the freaking show. Which, again, is where writing something original comes in handy, because you don’t have to follow any of those things.

It has been an interesting process. Maddie is clearly inspired by Zoey, but I also kept in mind that I was writing a leader of a senshi team, so she is more strategic, and understands people better than Zoey ever did. And the fact that, unlike Zoey, she grew up in a posh and not very happy family made a difference. Nicole was fiercely loyal to her friends and “boy-crazy” (in a kid-TV friendly way). With Liamhain, I could push that “boy-crazy” part in the way the original show never could - but overall, a lot of her personality was actually based on a sketch I drew while brainstorming. The fact that I wound up drawing a curvier woman with a lot of curly hair, a huge smile and lots of flowing fabric and big artisan jewelry shaped how I developed the rest of the character. Including the fact that she was named “Liamhain” (Originally, I had a placeholder name “Connie,” but it sounded too much like “Corey,” and, once I had a better idea of what her character was like, I decided that she needed an old-school Irish name that would trip up people trying to pronounce it).

Corey wound up being the closest to his Zoey 101 inspiration. Like Chase, he is a caring, overall decent and quietly supportive person who harbors not-so-subtle feelings for a female lead. I just amped up his idealism and made him more of a rule-follower... And, more fundamentally, I tried to think of the ways his positive qualities, including his devotion to Zoey, could actually work against him. I sort of set a challenge for myself - how could I take the character I was usually inclined to like and make him less likable, while still preserving the fundamentals.

Tony feels a similar niche as Michael, in that he’s a best friend of female lead’s love interest, and a generally cool and supportive, but... Well, that would be spoilers.

With others, I went further away from their inspirations. Like Logan, Daisuke started out as a rich guy who hit on everything that moved, but, to be honest, I was more thinking of a classic “bad boy love interest” archetype than Logan. And, just as I tried to find something negative about a nice and caring guy, I tried to find some positive traits in a bad boy. And tried to better justify some of the brooding characters like this often do.

Raveena’s calm and collected, deadpan and generally responsible perfectionist who acts she way she does in response to her upbringing doesn’t have much in common with Lola other than some fashion choices and the fact that she joined the cast later. And while there are some elements of her backstory that Victorious fans would recognize, she’s no Tori Vega, either. And Shelby owes more to, well, Shelby Woo than she ever did to Dana.

Of course, the fact that in the story’s present, Chasing New Dawn characters are 10 years older, and somewhat wiser, makes a difference, too. It lets me put in more character development, and allows them to evolve a little.

Like I said, it is kind of weird creative state to be in, because I do sometimes pull elements from the original show. Like, while I was writing what would become the first few chapters, I completely forgot Logan and Quinn dated. I decided that this was an interesting element to bring in... but because, by that point, the characters diverged enough from their inspirations that I had to make up the whole new justification for why they would ever be interested in each other. And Daisuke and Riley wound up having a supportive friendship in their backstory that Logan and Quinn most definitely didn’t have.

It’s a murky territory - and an interesting creative place to be in. Especially in the age when a Twilight AU got turned into a best-selling book and movie trilogy, and a One Direction RPF fic got turned into a book and a movie while changing literally nothing but names.

#CND Behind The Scenes #chasing new dawn #Zoey 101 #writing #Characterization #victorious

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aboysbestfriendishismum · 7 years

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CHARACTER PROFILE: ANGIE

Hi readers! The winner of one of my silly competitions asked for an “all Angie” thing as a prize and of course I must oblige now. Well, she asked me like almost two months ago, but if you regularly read my blog you know what my usual timing is by now so you won’t be surprised.

I hope you like it! Let me know what you think about this ;)

WARNING: don’t read this if you’re not at Chapter 42 yet, there are a few spoilers!

Have a good read!

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Name: Angie W. Pacifico, but something about her name will be revealed in chapter 43

Role in the story: she’s the main original female character of the story

Scene where she first appears: Chapter 1, at the mini mart, when young customers make fun of her and she makes fun of them

Age: she’s just turned 18 in Chapter One, at the end of the fic she’ll be either 28... or 42... it depends on which ending you’ll choose, because yeah, big revelation here: there’s gonna be TWO endings to this story

Nationality: American with both Italian and British descent

Hometown: may be Boise, Idaho (or not)

Current residence: Seattle, Washington at this point in the fic

Occupation: film student, waitress at Roxy’s diner, clerk at Westlake Minimart at the beginning, her career will have good and bad moments during the fic

Income: she’s not rich (or is she), but she makes ends meet and manages to pay half of her school tuition (the other half is paid by her parents)

Family: she’s the only child of Ray (basically Frank Zappa’s twin brother separated at birth) and Janis Pacifico, grandchild of Angelina Agnello and Salvatore Pacifico, her dad’s parents, originally from Sicily, who moved back to Italy when they retired. Currently living in Bologna, where Angie often visits them during the summer holidays. Her mom’s parents passed away but she has some relatives in Brighton.

Significant others: none at the beginning of the story. Although Jerry Cantrell has a crush on her, she ignores him, or pretends to. She later gets with him, whom she breaks up with after finding out about him cheating repeatedly. One year before the beginning of the story, she had a summer fling with David Grohl, who’ll later move to Seattle to play with Nirvana and meet her again, but nothing happens between them except for some kissing. Her first boyfriend, Sean Livingstone, who’s also one of her best friends from Boise, will appear in the story at some point. Angie’s gonna have other relationships during the story (but I’m not gonna tell you who :P)

Angie in a relationship: when she’s in a relationship, Angie’s focused on her significant other, but not too clingy, although she’s sweet and caring. Tends to treat boyfriends like she’s their mom sometimes. She totally trusts her boyfriend, but still she tends to keep secrets from him, mostly about her personal and family life. She’s patient and forgiving, she pretends not to see the flaws and the bad actions of the person she loves. She enjoys sex, she’s kinda shy though, especially about showing her naked body.

Angie with friends: she’s sarcastic, funny and loyal, she’ll never spontaneously talk about her problems to friends if they don’t ask her and she keeps secrets from friends too. She initially thinks the new people she meets in Seattle are only friends with her because of Meg, and later Jeff, she’ll later change her mind. She’s always there for friends and would do anything for them, for example she lets Eddie call her at any time when he can’t sleep.

Height: 5 feet and 0.24 inches

Weight: 145 lbs at the beginning of the story, alternatively gains and loses weight as times goes by

Race: white

Eye color: black/dark brown

Hair color: black/dark brown, will do something to her color at some point though

Skin color: very pale

Shape of face: round

Distinguishing features: thin lips, big eyes, slightly crooked tooth

Style: almost always dressed in black or dark, with maybe one or two colorful items. Prefers comfortable clothes, can look nicer when needed if she puts some effort (or when Meg orders). Likes eye make up but thinks she’s not good at that, her daily make up routine is thick line of black eye pencil around her eyes and sometimes lipgloss (stolen from Meg). She likes painting her nails and keeps them long and tidy. She loves fruit, candy and spice scented soaps and shampoo, doesn’t like perfume. Drives an old Mini Cooper.

Habits: she smokes, a lot when she’s nervous or sad or lonely, same thing for food. She drinks and sometimes smokes pot in company, she’s scared of other drugs.

Health: she gets chlamydia from Jerry, other than that the rest is ok. She should lose weight or practice sport though, and that’s why she starts going to the gym

Hobbies: cooking and baking, cleaning the house and generally doing the chores to relax, singing very badly in her car (always waiting for a song to end before getting out of the car), making mix tapes for herself and friends, writing, photography, playing basketball with Eddie

Talking patterns: she uses big words when she’s drunk, other than that she articulates and argumentates very well, even though she’s shy. Always sarcastic.

Best quality: smartness and patience, sees the good in every one

Greatest flaw: can’t sing for shit, total lack of self confidence and self esteem, sees the worst in herself

Various talents/skills: good at writing, plays the drums, plays basketball, good dancer

Educational background: she was kind of “in the middle” in high school, not a geek but good. She has difficulties at college because it’s harder than she expected, but she does well in the end

Short term goals in life: get a degree in film studies, staying in Seattle

Long term goals in life: become a screen writer

What she wants the most out of life: become someone completely different from a certain person...

How does she see herself: fat and ugly

How does she believe she’s perceived by others: as unimportant by strangers, as a little kid who cant’ defend herself by friends

Relationship with other main characters:

1. Megan McDonald: Angie doesn't like her when she first arrives in Seattle, thinks she's a bimbo and talks too much, later becomes her roommate and best friend. 2. Eddie Vedder: Weird encounter at the diner, they later become very close... then stuff happens 3. Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard: Stone initially couldn't stand her, Jeff liked her as soon as he first met her, they become like big brothers to her 4. Jerry Cantrell: is not interested in her initially, also because she's underage, then gets romantically involved with Angie, then fucks it up badly. But they won't lose touch during the story, their relationship will turn into something else

Is she ruled by emotion or logic or a combination of both? Apparently all of Angie’s decisions are made following logic, she’s the type of person who keeps control over her emotions and consequent actions. She’s human though, so she fails sometimes.

What would most embarrass this character? Generally be the center of people’s attention, at least when sober, and having secrets revealed about her. At the beginning of the story, be seen naked by someone else, talking about boyfriends with her parents and introducing a guy to them as her boyfriend.

How does she deal with conflicts and problems? She avoids conflict at all costs, she deals with problems and sadness simply trying to ignore them and pretend they never happened, often she goes into full binge eating.

Things she would change in her life: at the beginning her body, later her bad choices

What motivates her: The love for art and the idea she owes something to her parents, she has to be good, to succeed for them

What frightens her: being abandoned, being lonely, becoming a bad person, spiders and creepers in general.

What makes her happy: Movies, art, music, tv series, cartoons and animes, her friends, books, Eddie

Attitude towards money: generous but she doesn’t throw it away

Attitude towards religion and spiritualism: she’s an atheist and religion is just a cultural reference for her as part of her background since her grandparents are catholics

How she’s different at the end of the story compared to when the story began: in both two endings she’s older, wiser and more confident, but in two completely different contexts

How I came up with this character: I got inspiration part from myself, I admit it, part from girls I met in my life, part from girls I wish I was. I love this character, although the starting point might not be that original: an apparently average kinda shy but funny young woman with confidence issues, who's not exactly what she claims to be and has more than one secret... I came up with some basic elements first, then the character basically “came to life” for me, started telling me her story, and in the end she just took over and began driving the fic on her own.

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