was waiting for a couple post-7 fanfics to pull this one out but ive been obsessed with it so we're taking it back to the early books
gon be kinda short with no plot…during four, before the kiss…maybe the beginning of 4? not au, they're about 14? yeah think so
wish me luck, im in a show tonight with bunches of beautiful people :) :) :)
hiiii hannahhhhh
you inspired me
k plus because its basically just cute
i've got you
oneshot #2: closer moves
He growls. If we are assigning pronouns at the moment. But the walker lags along, baring its fury on its way to Rick.
The light's dim. Amanda's chin is on her knees which are pulled up tight. Finn's sprawled on the corner of the sofa, his arm spread toward the girl. The idea of doing "the move" just briefly crossed his mind—just briefly—enough for him to dismiss it completely and maybe show some kind of manliness in some other way in the forseeable future.
It's Thursday and they crossed paths as they were walking home and the convo went something like this: Hi. Hi. Bored. Yeah. Homework? Yeah. Lots? Yeah. Season three. Ok. So Finn and Amanda are catching up on The Walking Dead. She blinks the whole time. He winces with sound effects every now and then, much to Amanda's enjoyment. They're in Finn's basement, watching on the staticky magic black box.
"This is sooo fake," Amanda says.
"Honestly?"
"Yeah. I mean, look at that. You can see where their make up was applied."
"You can only give them so much credit. It's not that easy to find zombies in the acting field."
She takes a while to respond. When she finally acknowledges his response, she snorts. "Ha. Sorry."
She leans on his shoulder, her legs straight across, her face to the ceiling. He pokes her forehead. She blazes a smile and he thinks she looks so beautiful and fiery when he does that. His own smile fades, with the thought scaring him, for some fourteen year old reason. She sighs. "I'm not gonna make it. I got like four hours of sleep last night."
"Four? What were you doing?"
"I dunno, stuff."
"Stuff."
"Jess had one of those dreams again and I had to calm her down. I think. I don't know. Either that or something about quadrilaterals…"
"Guess you napped in math."
"Yeah. But that didn't really do much."
And it takes a couple walker-borne casualties to have Amanda scootch closer and get more on his chest than his shoulder, her legs glued together away from Finn. She snuggles nearer. And Finn has to clarify in his mind how brotherly it is, not romantic. Not romantic? But he's not pulling away.
"Just take over for me for a while," she says. "Make sure no walkers get me or something."
"Never," he says. He jokingly takes a strand of hair, twirls it, and puts it back in the wrong place. He feels her laugh.
"You're kinda cuddly, Finn."
He doesn't know the response to that, but he nods even though she can't see it, and he has this feeling that she knows that he nodded because she's just like that. Maybe his mom will find him and her asleep in the morning, late for school, because he could fall asleep right about now also. It's also pretty nice, too. The idea of holding Amanda and having her close—she drapes an arm around him, and he finally gets to do that move—is something new and something he's really enjoying. He feels protective; he feels closer.
And he doesn't mind. No, he likes it.
He likes it a real lot.
no plot but what up