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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

“Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

"Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

“Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

“Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

"Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

"If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

"Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

“My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

"I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

“You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

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stargazer1682 · 3 years

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How Spike and Harmony Met

Spike had come back to Sunnydale, reluctantly, after a failed attempt to reconcile, again, with Drusilla. He’s decided to drown his sorrows at the Bronze, keeping a low profile, so as not to get spotted by the Slayer. Word is is that Angel has just flown the coop, leaving town within the last couple of days, which could mean the Slayer’s vulnerable, he thinks.

On the other hand, he’d also heard she’d blown up her school, taking out the Mayor of bleedin’ Sunnydale; who, if some of the halfwits he’s been talking to are to be believed, and he’s not sure that they can be, it was right after the Mayor had turned into a giant snake. Stranger things had happened, but still, could be risky if she’s bringing explosives to the party now. There was that one time she blew up Angel and Dru’s pet judge with a rocket launcher. God, what he wouldn’t have given to see that.

Sitting at the bar, polishing off his fifth beer in the last hour, Spike barely feels anything other than an urge to pee. Damn vampire constitution. He wonders, not for the first time, if all his other senses and bodily functions were going to get enhanced by being a vampire – “and I do mean, ALL,” he thinks keenly to himself – why couldn’t vampires have bigger bladders; especially if it’s that much hard to get pissed drunk?

“There’s some choice talent here tonight,” says a voice behind Spike. He’s not sure about the statement’s origin, or to whom it might have been directed to, but it’s about an octave lower than Spike might normally prefer if it was being directed towards him – although there was that one captain he met during World War II. What was his name? Harper? Heart? No, Harkness. Now that was a weekend that required all of his vampire stamina.

Spike turned to see who was talking and to whom, and found it to be a man in a trench coat and hat – although “man” isn’t probably the right pronoun. Demon. A rather ugly looking one at that, “although that’s probably redundant,” Spike thinks. Red, beady eyes, droopy ears. And the sagging skin… Mate looks like he went in for a couple of rounds of lipo, but couldn’t afford to get the nip and tuck afterwards. But he seems to be alone, so God only knows whether he was talking to himself or no one in particular. Knowing this town, it could have been a sodding invisible girl.

He had those heard rumors too.

“Don’t you think so?” the floppy eared demon asked, this time turning to and clearly posing his question directly to Spike.

“Uh… Yeah… I guess.” Spike responds, draining the remnants of his pint.

“Yeah,” said floppy ears; grinning from… well, floppy ear to floppy ear. “Say, how about that brunette over there?”

Spike sighs, “Look, um…”

“Clement.”

“Clement…”

“Clem.”

“Look, mate… I really didn’t come here for the small talk.”

“Oh, hey, no… I understand.”

Spike asked the bartender for another beer, when “Clem” turns to him again and says, “Hey, I heard this place has great appetizers. I just ordered one of those onion blossoms, you wanna split it?”

“Bloody hell… I’m a VAMPIRE. The only appetizers I’m interested in are the ones out there on the dance floor? Got it? Now piss off!”

“Jeez, a simple no would have sufficed.”

Clem walked away in a huff, joining the crowd enjoying the band. Spike continued drinking.

Spike hears a new voice, a much prettier, sing-songy voice, arguing with the bartend a foot away from him.

“But I showed you my ID. I’m old enough to drink, I swear!”

“No,” replies the bartender plainly, before walking away to serve another customer.

“Come on, that is so unfair!”

The protestations came from a curvaceous little blonde; pert little nose, big smile, even bigger…. Spike chuckled to himself.

“What seems to be the problem miss?” Spike asked with a grin.

Pouting, the blonde replied, “This stupid bartender won’t serve me a drink; even though I showed him my ID, which clearly says I’m 23.”

“May I see it? Maybe I can spot the problem.”

The blonde handed Spike her license and he reads it.

“Michelle….. Chang…..”

“It’s not my real name,” the blonde said softly, as though revealing a well kept secret.

“You don’t say?” Spike replied, convincingly. The blonde shook her head.

“It’s Harmony… Um, can I have my license back?”

“Barkeep! One… Vodka cranberry.”

“Coming right up.”

The bartender served Spike the drink he order and Spike in turn, placing the drink on Harmony’s fake ID, slid the drink to her. Harmony beamed.

“Name’s Spike, although that’s not my real name either.”

Harmony nodded her head and grimaced, confused; not sure what to do with that information. She sipped her drink as she looks out over the dance floor, seeing Clem getting his freak on to a funky beat.

“Ugh,” Harmony began, “look at that creep out on the dance floor. He tried hitting on me and a friend of mine a couple of weeks ago. I can’t stand him, gives me the wiggins. What a loser.”

Her comment earned a chuckle from Spike. After a few more sips of her drink and brief awkward silence, she turned to him and said, “Well… thanks for the drink,” and turned to begin to walk away.

The bartender set Clem’s onion blossom on the bar and called out his order.

“Hey, Harm” Spike called out to Harmony, “You can’t drink an empty stomach, can you?” sliding Clem’s onion blossom towards her. Harmony smiled, as they both break off a piece of the appetizer, each exchanging a smoldering look with one another.

Cut to, Harmony and Spike are walking out the back of the club, laughing and having a good time. Both have imbibed enough alcohol to kill a small human, making them each slightly intoxicated. Harmony drapes herself over Spike, as he continues a story he’s apparently in the middle of about the last time he’s seen Drusilla.

“So then, I pulled the bag off from up over her head and she’s looking around… We’re in a church, right. All these dead parishioners around us; dead priest nailed to the cross, which I thought was a stroke of genius on my part. And I had the mother superior all right there ready to go for her, trussed up like a Christmas turkey; and do you know what she says to me? Do you know? I’ll tell you… She said… Hold on… Hold on, I’ve got water the alley for a minute….Could you stand look out? Damn domestic beers... Practically pour it just straight right of the tap...”

Spike turned to face the wall to do his business, as Harmony decides to continue their chat.

“So, did you just say there were bodies where you brought this… Druzilla person?”

“Yeah, a lot of them.”

“So what, are you like a serial killer or something?”

“You could kind of say that, I supposed; although I’ve never been much one to go in for the whole pattern thing, exactly. Well… There is one type of person I tend to go after….”

“Wow, I thought this was going to be super awkward, but I guess I don’t feel too bad about doing this now…”

“Do what, love?”

Spike looks back to see Harmony has vamped out, but he of course has no reaction to it.

“Kill you. Yeah, I’m zombie.”

Confused as he zips up, Spike turns back to face Harmony in full.

“Uh, you’re not a zombie, dear. You’re a vampire.”

“Oh yeah, and what makes you such an expert?”

Spike vamps out, which actually catches Harmony off guard.

“Because I’m one too, love.”

“Holy crap! You’re a zombie too!?”

“Yes….. Vampire. Again, same as you….”

“What? No! I don’t look like that”

“Trust me, you do.”

“No. I’m not all bumpy and... and… grrr….”

“And what, prey tell, do you think you look like right now?”

“I don’t know, but not that. So I’m obviously not a vampire.”

“Well, let’s make it simple; someone appears to have been kind enough to throw out a mirror with their trash, let’s take a look and you tell me what you do look like.”

Spike and Harmony stand in front of the mirror, but there is, obviously, no reflection. Harmony’s confused.

“So tell us, love, what do you see?” Spike asks.

“Um… I’m not sure. I don’t see anything, but I think it’s because this mirror is broken. That’s probably why they got rid of it, right?”

“No, that’s not how it works.”

“Well, it’s that or I’m invisible…. Wait, am I…”

“No, you’re not invisible. You’re a vampire. Like me.”

“But, why should I believe you?”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“I… don’t think so….”

“Well, there you are then.”

“Will you teach me everything there is to know about being a vampire? Like… that thing you did in the church?”

“Absolutely.”

Just then, a small group of patrons has the misfortune of exiting the Bronze and walked drunkenly through the alley; which piqued Harmony’s interest.

“So what do you want to do?” asks an eager Harmony.

Spike smiles. “Harm.”

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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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‘Just a Puppy Crush’ - Chapter Seven

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Clementine was able to slip out of there once Louis and Brody started debating on their next song choice. She stuck to the side of the stairs, trying her best not to let the wood creak under her. Thunder roared outside, but the raindrops pattering on the roof was almost calming, in a way.

“Violet?” Clem whispered, making her way into the kitchen. James was gone, as well as his bag. She figured he went to bed. It was almost twelve, anyway. “Vi, where’d you go?”

“Over here,” Clem followed the raspy whisper into the living room, and found her at the coat rack, digging through her jacket. A flash of lightning lit up the side of her face, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed in frustration.

“Do you know where Carley put my bag? I don’t feel like sleeping in jeans tonight.” Violet stepped into the faint light from the porch, and Clem’s breath got caught in her throat.

She tried her best to look at anything, everything else than the sleepy and ridiculously adorable blonde in front of her. Eyelids droopy, hair disheveled and shaggy.

Violet stretched her arms over her head in a yawn, and her undershirt lifted enough for Clementine to see her soft, pale stomach and prominent hipbones.

“Uh, yeah.” Clem cleared her throat, offering her hand out to Violet. “Probably in my room.”

Clementine led Violet up the stairs, and down the hallway cautiously, leaning on areas of the floorboards that didn’t creak so loud. Violet almost teased her about how well she knew the sneaky layout, and how she’s probably had to sneak back into her house on late nights.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Clementine lightly cracking open her door, the door creaking noisily and startling them both. Violet’s eyes landed on a tacky, cute door sign that draped off of the doorknob.

“CLEM’S ROOM”

Probably AJ’s work.

Clementine’s free hand found the light switch, and flicked it carefully.

A soft-spoken “woah” was all Violet was able to manage at the spectacle in front of her. Pastel purple walls lined with posters, medals, and all kinds of sports paraphernalia. Even a Chunichi Dragons poster.

A giant cork board took up the majority of the wall space above Clementine’s desk. Covered almost entirely in photographs, newspaper clippings, and some of AJ’s drawings.

Clementine spotted Violet’s bag on her dresser, next to her signature baseball hat and a green dinosaur plush. Clem tossed it to her, before flopping herself down on the grey duvet.

Violet’s eyes traced down to the knitted blanket at the end of Clementine’s bed, and immediately recognized it as Brody’s work. She had one of her own, back at the trailer. Brody gave it to her for her birthda-

Shit.

The panic that crossed Violet’s face must’ve been noticeable to Clem, who cocked her head like an adorably confused puppy. “You okay?”

“Shit.. I... Fuck.” Violet breathed out, mentally kicking herself in the shin for not remembering. “I was gonna make you something for a birthday present but Louis showed up and I got all distracted. I’m sorry, Clem.”

Clementine seemed unphased, patting the spot on the duvet beside her. Reluctantly, Violet sat down, stiff as her shoulders brushed against the girl beside her.

“Your presence is presents enough.” Clem beamed with a dorkish charm that could kill someone if they looked directly at it.

Violet snorted at the double entendre, bumping Clementine’s shoulder with a disappointed groan. “You’re.. a dork.”

Clem nodded, before rising to her feet and digging through the top drawer of her dresser. She smiled as she pulled out a set of pajamas, covered in unicorns and rainbows.

She must’ve caught Violet’s stare because she feigned being offended, and held them close to her chest.

“They’re soft and adorable, and you can’t shame me for them.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m not shaming you. Just wait until you see my monstrosity.” Violet sneered down at the purple fabric sticking out of the bag.

“Can’t wait,” Clementine giggled, hands lightly placed on her hips. “Bathroom’s second door on the left.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Violet stood up abruptly, holding her pajamas to her chest. The door creaked - What a surprise - as she exited the room, and she pushed herself against the bathroom door as she shut it behind her.

After a couple disgusted looks at the garment, she discarded her clothes and put the onesie on. It pissed her off because of how undeniably soft it was.

Violet caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and pushed the hoodie up, one of her bunny ears falling into her face.

Well, if I’m being forced to be all cutesy, I’m gonna be the cutest bunny on the fucking planet. Hoodie stays on.

Violet softly knocked on Clementine’s door, earning a hushed “come in”. Nothing could’ve prepared the poor girl as her eyes were drawn towards Clem, taking a brush through her hair, baggy shirt slinging off her shoulder.

She’d never seen Clem with her hair down, the curls perfectly framing her face, and bringing light to all of her cute features that Violet fell in love with.

“Oh. My. God.” Clementine threw her brush aside, and squealed, running towards Violet and squeezing her flustered pink cheeks. “I’m really being blessed tonight, huh?”

Violet raised her hands to cradle the warmth that the absence of Clem’s hands left. She quietly smiled to herself, a flicker of light and a ‘click’ snapping her from her thoughts.

She raised her eyes to see Clementine happily holding a Polaroid camera, the newly printed photograph between her fingers.

“Clem, delete it.”

“You can’t delete a physical copy-“

“Delete it!”

Clementine snickered to herself, grabbing a thumbtack from the wall and climbing onto her desk to pin the fresh photo on the cork board.

Right in between a picture of Clem and AJ wearing toothy, wide smiles, and a cutesy drawing of a piece of broccoli with sunglasses.

The tears welled up in her eyes before she had the chance to counter it, teardrops running down her cheeks before she could raise her hand to stop them.

Clementine’s demeanor completely changed in an instant, guiltily taking the photograph from the wall and placing it gently into Violet’s hands.

“I.. fuck. I’m sorry.. Here, take it.” Clem’s voice wavered, tightening her grip around Violet’s wrist in an attempt to comfort the silently shaking blonde girl. “You can burn it or whatever if you don’t like it.. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

Violet sniffled against her will, wiping away her tears with an oversized purple sleeve. “You’re fine.. You don’t need to be sorry.”

She pulled Clementine into a tight hug, burying her face, still wet from tears, into Clem’s collarbone. Clem hesitated before putting her arms around Violet’s shoulders, gently pushing a blonde, wet strand of hair behind her ear.

“Clem, I’m sorry,” Violet whispered into Clementine’s neck, swallowing the sob that formed in her throat. “Sorry for being so fucking weird. It’s just.. my parents don’t even have a picture of me in their wallets. Why would you want one of me up there? With everything all happy and nice. I don’t really fit.”

With a frown, Clementine pulled away from the hug, and scooped the photograph off from the floor. Returning to the cork board, she prominently pinned it back up. “There.”

“It helps me when I’m not feeling great, or when I need to remember what I’m here for. Things that make me happy, important people, people I care about. Of course you belong up there.”

Violet swallowed hard, rubbing her eyes before any more tears could surface. “You can’t just say cute shit like that.”

Clem snorted, hands rested on her hips in a defiant ‘watch me’ kinda way. She held her hand out, which Violet reluctantly took in her own, pulling her to her feet.

“C’mon,” Clem ushered, lightly pulling on Violet’s wrists. “We should tell Louis and Brody we’re gonna go to bed. We don’t wanna miss morning pancakes, now do we?”

Violet quickly nodded, involuntarily smiling to herself. She let her hand go limp in Clementine’s, but her grip on Violet’s wrist didn’t falter.

With an exaggerated sigh, Vi intertwined her fingers with Clementine’s, swinging their interlocked hands lightly back and forth. It was a new feeling that brought a ping of childlike joy to Violet’s heart, and with that, they crept together down the hallway.

The green warmth from AJ’s nightlight projecting their shadows onto the wall as the two girls carefully made their way back to their friends.

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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Ten Ship(s): Violet/Clementine Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4) kind of a short one, but the next one will be worth it. i promise!

“Scenario number three,” Louis held up three fingers to AJ, his eyes flicking over to the bed headed girls that just walked into the door. “You’re stuck on an island in the middle of the ocean. Nothing but miles and miles and miles of water all around, but you can bring three things. What do you bring?”

AJ chewed thoughtfully, and went to open his mouth to answer before Clementine leaned over, and lifted his chin up, a stern glare on her face. “Alvin Junior, you know you can’t talk with your mouth full. It’s gross.”

She rested her glare on Louis, who gave a big smile, cheeks full of pancakes. “Way to be a role model, Lou. I spend his whole life teaching him table manners, and you take it away in three seconds?”

Brody tilted her head, a comfortable smile on her face as she watched a disheveled, droopy-eyed Violet take a seat across from her. “Morning, sleepyhead. How come you’re always exhausted when I see you?”

Violet poured herself a glass of orange juice, a smug smile on her face as she held it to her lips. “Dunno, Brody. Guess you have that affect on me.”

Brody balled up a straw wrapper discretely in her hand, shaking her head softly as she placed the paper in her mouth, and took her straw from her drink.

“Vi, can you help me carry these?” Violet turned her head towards Clementine, who was struggling to hold a couple plates topped with stacks of pancakes.

“Yeah, of course.” Violet chirped, getting up from her seat to take a plate from Clem. The steam from the fresh pancakes combined with the melted chocolate hit her nose instantly as she took the plate in her arms.

How was she gonna go back to Poptarts after this?

“A boat. Duh.” AJ spoke up, a thin mustache of milk above his lips, which he licked away after a couple seconds. “A big one like that cruise ship we went on. Right, Clem?”

“I’m surprised you remember that.” Clementine chirped, pouring a disgusting amount of syrup on her pancakes. She started cutting through the stack horizontally, and Violet copied her actions.

Clem shoved a giant mess of pancakes into her mouth, chewing furiously while recalling the memory. She used the fork as a pointer, and gestured towards a picture above AJ’s head.

“That’s... a rad ‘stache.” Brody noted, giggling at the man with the handlebar mustache in the picture. Beside him was a middle-aged blonde woman, holding a young kid with a face full of freckles and brown, slick hair.

Clementine smiled. “That’s Kenny. And Katjaa, and Duck. They were our old neighbors.”

“Nothing else? Just a boat?” Louis turned to AJ. “You’ve got two more things, little buddy.”

The kid considered things for a second, then smiled. “A gun, in case anyone else calls me ‘little buddy.’”

“Duly noted, little dude.”

AJ groaned, scraping his fork against his empty plate. Clementine grabbed the fork from his clammy hands, shooting a glare towards Louis.

“Holy shit, Violet.” Louis eagerly changed the subject, resting his eyes on Violet and her now empty plate. “You cleaned up. Second place.”

“It was really good,” Violet murmured sheepishly, raising the glass of OJ to her lips to avoid the attention. “My compliments to the Chef.”

“I’ll tell Lee when he gets back.” Clementine beamed, gathering the empty plates and used silverware.

The morning went by too quick for Violet’s liking, and after everyone had cleaned their plates, Brody offered her a ride home.

Violet gathered her belongings, and changed back into her signature jeans and sweater. Her eyes landed on the new Polaroid on the wall, and a smile lifted her lips.

“Thank you guys so much for coming,” Clem leaned against the porch door, her brown eyes swirled with flecks of happiness and gold. “It means a lot to me.”

Louis slung his arm around Clementine’s shoulders with a goofy grin, pulling her cheeks into a stiff smile. “Aw, Clem, we’d never leave our favorite dork high and dry. Right, guys?”

Clem elbowed her way out of Louis’ grasp with a scowl, and pushed forward to pull Brody and Violet into a hug. “This was really fun. We should do it again, maybe without Louis, though.”

“Uh, yeah,” Violet murmured into Clementine’s jacket. Brody had wiggled out of the hug by now, and Clem’s arms had squeezed in around Violet. “It was fun.”

Brody cleared her throat in annoyance, gesturing towards her car. Clementine reluctantly pulled away and Violet ducked her head, tightening her grip on the straps of her backpack. “See you guys Monday.”

“See ya.” Violet turned quickly on her heel and sat down in the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. Clem’s gaze followed her, a weird frown on her face as she waved them off.

Looking into the rear view mirror, Violet saw James and Clementine talking on the porch. They were too far to hear, but James was unarguably snarky, holding his chin and talking down to Clem.

Something he said must’ve upset her because she kicked his shin with her prosthetic, and childish squeals ensued as he quickly recovered and put her in a headlock.

“Sooooooo,” Brody cooed happily, her left leg bouncing up and down. It was a habit that she had when she was excited about something, or wanted answers. Of course she wasn’t going to let go of this.

“So.” Violet reflected, digging the dirt out from under her nails in an attempt to avoid Brody’s gaze. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as Brody went silent, knowing her too well to take it as a good sign.

“Doesn’t look like you got that much sleep,” she observed, eyes darting between Violet and the road, a smirk on her face. “Too busy doing something else?”

Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes, tugging at her sleeve. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but I already don’t like it.”

Brody responded by making exaggerated kissy noises and leaned over towards Violet, the truck gently swerving over the yellow line. Violet glared at her, and pushed her face back to where it belonged, above the steering wheel.

“Aw, look! You’re blushing. That’s adorable.”

“I hate you.” Violet managed to murmur as she buried her face in her bag. The leather against her skin wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it was way better than having to look at Brody’s smug face.

Violet threw her bag to the side of her mattress, and slumped down, grabbing her box of art supplies from the side table.

As she chewed on the edge of her paintbrush, and pulled out small containers of black, white, and blue paint, she realized this might be the first Monday she’s ever looked forward to.

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