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2008hondacivic · 9 months

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I’ve seen a few posts about how the Derry Girls would act in a Yellowjackets situation (love) but I also think it would be funny to just. add them to the Yellowjackets cast. like they were just inexplicably on the plane too. anyway here are my thoughts on the matter:

Erin and Michelle would fight over Travis

The Derry Girls, as Catholics, would be very on board with Lottie and Laura Lee’s whole deal. They would be the first to believe that Lottie is a bonafide girlprophet

Ben would try to help James understand that it’s okay to be gay and James would be like right, thanks, but I’m not gay

Sister Michael, if she was there, would take the rifle from Travis during the hunting competition and inexplicably be the best shot out of the group

Clare would be absolutely losing it over how much rations they have left. just a constant state of panic. she would be even less helpful than Jackie

Erin would be her annoying tryhard self. She’d go with Tai on her expedition for rescue and try to take over leadership. The expedition goes even worse than it does in canon

Erin would really admire Tai and she’d try to emulate her. She pretends to sleepwalk and have an “Other Erin” when she finds out about Tai’s sleepwalking. She is publicly shamed by Michelle when Michelle catches her smearing dirt on her mouth to pretend she also sleep-eats dirt

Like the JV Yellowjackets, Michelle would have no qualms about cannibalism

Clare would be extremely opposed to drawing cards and would be aggressively hyperventilating and crying until someone other than her is chosen. then she goes back on her word that cannibalism is inherently unethical and is all aboard the cannibal train. Michelle calls her out for this. (Well, I just think that because the wilderness chose, Michelle…)

Orla and Misty and Crystal would be friends and Mari would consider murdering them all because they’re much more annoying than just Crystal/Misty. Orla would not really care that Misty broke the flight recorder.

let’s be real, none of the Derry Girls are making it to rescue, but if they did Erin would be immediately publishing her journals. They’d be back for not even a day and she would have that book deal. They wouldn’t even need the likes of Jessica Roberts and other media outlets to snoop around. The Derry Girls would be calling networks themselves to get on talk shows.

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Hey :) I was wondering if since it’s a leap year you would maybe write a oneshot or blurb or smth with James Maguire x reader (maybe like Quinn!reader from your series??) where she proposes on the 29th of February bc it’s a tradition that comes from Ireland?? I just think it would be so cute bc he just totally wouldn’t see it coming and I’ve never seen anyone do it in a fic before

Leap Day (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: You, the girls, and James are now well into your twenties. Life is perfect, except for one little thing that’s been on your mind. After taking with your friends about it, you figure you should take matters into your own hands.

A/N: won’t put it on my series masterlist, but this could be seen as an epilogue of sorts to the fella series (even tho it’s not finished yet lol) but obvi it can be read as its own thing. Also im american so sorry for any terminology and such i get wrong. reader, james, and the girls are obvi aged up

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If you had told your younger self that you and your friends ended up staying in Derry after finishing school, she would’ve thought you lost your mind. All she thought about was graduating and leaving home, traveling the world, and escaping her pain-in-the-ass sister Erin and somewhat crazy family.

But if she saw the life you had now, she’d probably understand. Because you had everything you truly wanted.

You had a nice little job close to your flat where you managed a bookstore. It was a quaint shop that became a frequent stop for some of the local teenagers. Erin also stopped by every now and then to boast about what she had already read.

When you weren’t working, you were with your friends. You were a bit more tame than you were in your adolescence, but that all usually went out the window when Michelle got a drink or two in her. Which happened often.

But the best part of your day was when you’d go home to see your boyfriend of many years, the love of your life, James Maguire.

“So, what’s goin’ on with you and him, anyway?” Michelle asked as she messily poured everyone a glass of wine. Every now and then, you and the girls got together for a night to get drunk and catch each other up on anything that happened since the last time you’d gotten together. For some reason, you and James were a bit of a hot topic tonight.

“What d’ya mean, Michelle? You know what’s going on with us.” You laughed, taking your wine glass from her.

“I mean, when are the two of you getting hitched? Has he even popped the question to ya?”

“Believe me, Michelle, you’d all be the first to know if we got engaged.” You said a bit glumly, downing your drink and waving your glass around for Michelle’s attention to fill it again.

“He still hasn’t asked you?” Clare asked with an incredulous look. From the start, she had been a big supporter of your and James’ relationship. If it was up to her, you’d probably have a few kids and a house in the countryside by now. “You’ve been going out since we were sixteen! And you just turned twenty-five a few months ago, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” You responded, popping the ‘p.’ “Nine years and no ring.” You held your bare hand up to prove your point. “But I don’t mind too much. As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Clare cooed.

“It’s shit.” Michelle countered.

“Michelle’s right, Y/n,” Erin said, grabbing a crisp from the bowl in the middle of the table. “You’ve been waiting for James to propose since we finished at Our Lady Immaculate; admit it.”

“Have not!” You laughed at the absurdity of your sister’s sentence, but the looks everyone gave you made it die down. “Okay, maybe a little. But not seriously! It was just like a dream, you know? Like Erin thinking she’ll get published or Granda thinking Ma will actually divorce Daddy.”

Everyone giggled, except for Erin, who was grumbling about your little jab.

“Be serious, Y/n!” Clare laughed, patting your hand. “You’ve been waiting for him to ask for a long while.”

You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine around with a sigh.

“Maybe a bit.” You answered quietly. It hadn’t really nagged at you too much until recently. After all, you had been together for almost a decade, and everyone else around you seemed to be getting engaged or married. You loved James; truly, you did. But it felt like you were missing out a little. “But I’m fine with waiting.”

“The question is, Y/n, how long are you gonna have to wait until he actually does it?” Erin asked, leaning forward to stare at you. You shrugged, not really knowing the answer and not really wanting to respond.

“You might as well ask him, Y/n!” Your cousin Orla said with a grin. She was always an optimist. “He might just be scared you’ll say no!”

“You know, now that you say it, that’s probably why he hasn’t asked yet,” Michelle said, taking a sip from her wine glass that had been filled more graciously than anyone else’s. “After all, James is a pussy.”

“Don’t call my fella a pussy, Michelle!” You reprimanded, yet you still laughed along with everyone else.

“I can call my cousin what I want. And the fact is that he’s a pussy!”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea, really,” Clare said when everyone’s chuckles had died down. She gasped. “This is a leap year! You could ask him on the twenty-ninth!”

“That’s next week, Clare.” You said a bit nervously. Of course, you’d marry James in a heartbeat. But the thought of proposing, especially so soon, made you a bit sick to the stomach. Now you realize why James probably hasn’t asked you yet.

“It’s either next week or another four years, Y/n,” Michelle said with a teasing smile.

You gulped, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. As you thought about it, you had to admit that it wasn’t really a bad idea. Sure, you had less than an ideal amount of time to plan everything out. But you could probably get something small but nice together.

“Okay… Who’s going ring shopping with me?” The girls squealed at your question, getting up to surround you in a drunken group hug.

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It was the twenty-ninth, and you were a nervous wreck. The ring weighed heavy in your pocket as you paced around your dining room. Dinner was sitting waiting on the table, and you were playing your little speech of love over and over in your head. All you needed was James, who should be home soon. But as the minutes ticked by, you wished the clock would freeze so you could have more time to prepare for this.

“Darling, I’m home!” James called out as he opened the door, and you realized you were out of time. You skipped out to the front hall to greet your boyfriend.

“Hi, Jamie.” You cooed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping away so he could hang up his coat.

“Sorry I’m a bit late, needed to finish some things at the office.”

“Oh, that’s okay, hun.” You waved your hands, both to dismiss his unneeded apology and to get rid of some nervous energy.

James gave you a quick peck before walking off to the bedroom to change, leaving you to overthink a bit more. You wanted tonight to be perfect. James deserved nothing less than that.

To pass the time, you grabbed a candle and placed it in the middle of the small table, finding a lighter to light the wick.

“It’s so nice to be home,” James murmured as he walked over to you, arms slinking around you to pull you close to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, leaving a kiss or two before taking a deep breath. “Dinner smells good.”

“Thank you, Jamie.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. The two of you sat down and started putting food on your plates.

You talked about anything and everything, James leading most of the conversation, which you were grateful for. You felt that if you had to talk too much, you’d either stutter too much or end up spoiling your surprise. James held your hand most of the time, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he talked about something amusing that happened at work.

Eventually, your plates were clear and your cups were empty. James was finishing up a story about something a few of his lads had done while they were all watching some sports game you didn’t know much about. You knew that now was your time.

“Jamie?” He hummed, perking up at the sound of his name.

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.” You didn’t really know how else to start.

“I love you, too, N/n,” James said, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath, about to give the speech that you’d been preparing in your head.

“I’ve known that you were the one for me since we were fifth years. Probably since I first saw you at the bus stop. That’s probably crazy, knowing something like that so early and so young… But it’s true.” You laughed, thumb sweeping over his knuckles. “These have been the best years of my life, being with you. And it might be a bit selfish of me, but I want more of them.”

“Y/n…” James whispered, tilting his head. “What are you saying, darling?”

“We have a bit of a tradition here.” You say, wiggling your hand from James’ grasp and standing up. “Ladies’ Privilege, Bachelor’s Day, whatever you fancy calling it. Where on Leap Day, girls can propose to their fella.” You stuck your hand in your pocket, fiddling with the ring. “And seeing how it’s Leap Day now, and I have a ring and all, I guess there’s just one last thing to ask.”

James’ expression turned even more stunned when you got down on one knee, now holding the silver band up in front of him.

“Will you marry me, Jamie?”

In the few seconds of silence after that question, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. He looked at you stunned, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. How long would you have to kneel on the ground for him to give you an answer?

But then he smiled brightly, and all your worry slipped away.

“Of course, I’ll marry you!” James slipped out of his chair to join you on the floor and grabbed your face, giving you a long and deep kiss. You gripped his curls in your free hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he pulled away, he let out an airy laugh. “I never thought I’d be the one being proposed to.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You giggled with him as you slipped the band onto his ring finger. “Happy Leap Day.”

“Happy Leap Day, indeed,” James said before kissing you again.

#agaypanic #james maguire #james maguire x reader #derry girls #derry girls x reader

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areseebee · 6 months

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it has been a whole year and a half since derry girls series 3 aired and i have written so many thousands of words of fic, but it only now occurred to me that there’s a very deliberate mirroring of the first lines of 3x01 and the last lines of 3x07.

erin narrates to james’s camera in both:

3x01 - first lines of series 3: they told us we were young. yet, we understood the enormity of it. we understood what was at stake. our fear was replaced with something altogether more terrifying: hope. hope is so much worse. with hope you have something to lose -

versus

3x07 - closing lines of series 3: it's exciting. and maybe a wee bit scary, too, you know. there's a part of me that wishes that everyone could just stay the same; that we could all just stay like this forever. there's a part of me that doesn't really want to grow up. i'm not sure i'm ready for it. i'm not sure i'm ready for the world. but things can't stay the same. and they shouldn't. no matter how scary it is, we have to move on, and we have to grow up. because things, well, they might just change for the better. so we have to be brave. and if our dreams get broken along the way, we have to make new ones from the pieces.

the parallels! the tension between the two monologues! the certainty versus the uncertainty! "fearing" hope versus feeling hope! the desire to grow up versus the understanding of what that change really means! like duh. can’t believe it took me this long.

#derry girls #not to mention james's 'the script might need a bit of work' versus 'you should write that down'#that's what they call growth #i'm sure i'm not the first person to notice this but i will still yell about it on my blog

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so-true-jestie · 7 months

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after finishing 2x05 (the prom) i was entirely prepared to cough up an essay on why it was such a good choice to frame james showing up for erin as a friendship thing rather than a romance, but i had a feeling lisa mcgee was going to make me take that back within the next season. AND SHE DID. and i couldn't even be mad about it.

because i only saw jerin coming from that one episode, yknow? i was a little disappointed at first. like nah, derry girls is too well-written to be giving us a romance that lacks any foundation. but then i realised maybe that WAS the genius of jerin.

erin and james don't really have any explicit chemistry, but there are a couple of scenes ostensibly used to flesh them out as individual characters that could be hints, on hindsight. (erin getting massively worked up over katya/james is a big one. so that's obviously to tell me that she's opinionated... but i could see another layer if i wanted to, i guess.) i've also always thought that what we see in the show is quite coloured by erin's perspective, so i'm not surprised we don't get much of a build-up. if anything the girl's just come out of a deep dive of self-absorption. and if there's any sort of relationship that's reflective of the teenage years... let's face it, it's going to be the surprise one. youth is confusing at best.

i'm just slightly obsessed with jerin because it's mad how much i could get behind it, and at the same time i want to hit it with a stick. thanks lisa mcgee for getting me so worked up that i wrote an infodump.

#derry girls

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alice-blogs-things · 2 years

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Thinking about the final scene of the special again, but specifically in comparison to the end of the very first episode. Because that also ended with the five mains, Mary, Sarah, Gerry, Joe, Anna, Dierdre and one of Clare's parents all gathered in one place for one purpose, too.

But, in the first episode, nobody wanted to be there. They were there because the gang fucked up their detention so badly they looked guilty of killing someone. And now, they're there by choice, making one of the most important political decisions they may ever face. Before, the gang were children to be dealt with and talked over and blamed. Now, they're young adults, their voices heard, their right to speak up finally being taken seriously.

And none of them are the same, either. Erin isn't a brash, showy kid desperate to grow up, frantically writing down everything, however inane, frantically chasing boys who don't care about her. She's a young woman who, after saying one of her most profound speeches, says she'll maybe write it down, who's found someone willing to take his time, who'll challenge her to improve without compelling her to change.

James isn't that confused fish out of water that stepped off the bus, reeling from being dropped into Derry by his mother. He's grown more confident, learned to take things in stride, and grown secure enough in the Irish side of his identity that he feels like he can vote in the Referendum, like he's not just the wee English fella anymore, and he's allowed a say in what happens to the place he calls home.

Clare's no longer the anxious, closeted girl who doesn't want to be an individual on her own. She's out and proud, and, as it turns out, every bit as capable of causing mischief as any of the others under the right circumstances.

And that's not even getting to the adults. Mary's not an overworked stay at home mother anymore, she's a student pursuing an exciting new academic journey. Gerry's become more assertive, especially with Joe. Joe has watched his granddaughters grow, and has proven he's as dedicated to their happiness as he is to that of his daughters time and again, and has shown that for all he's an old man, he's no less open to ideas and accepting of others (just maybe not Gerry, but that seems almost out of habit at this point).

We know now that Dierdre isn't just Michelle's mum- she's the former punk that Michelle got her wild streak from, sure, but she's also the mother of one of the prisoners facing release if the nation votes yes. She's got more skin in this game than most of the other adults we see voting, with far more to consider in this scene than just how best to tell her nephew his mother's ran off without him. And, of course, the biggest change to the adults present in this scene- Geraldine is here instead of Sean. This is another moment he wasn't here to see, to be part of.

And I feel like I can’t make a post about the changes from the start of the show to the end, without mentioning wee Anna. When the show started, she was a baby, being carried around by Joe and her parents. And now she's a little girl, standing on her own two feet, walking into the future. She's gonna grow up to be one of the weans for whom the Troubles will be nothing but a ghost story, and that starts here, in the final scene of the special, with her granda excitedly showing her a piece of paper she's too little to fully understand the meaning of, covered in words she can't even read, but that are gonna make it so the stories her big sister and her parents and the rest of her family tell will be just that, stories.

They've all come such a long way from that first episode, and it makes me emotional.

#derry girls #derry girls series 3 #erin quinn #james maguire #clare devlin #mary quinn #gerry quinn #joe mccool #deirdre mallon #michelle mallon #geraldine devlin #sean devlin #anna quinn

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almostawinchester · 1 year

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Guess who spent the last few hours making an AI chatbot write a “the clown from It meet the Derry Girls” fanfic? 🙋‍♀️

The sun was setting over Derry, and the girls from Our Lady Immaculate College were walking home from school. They were gabbing away about the day's craic when they heard a strange noise coming from the bushes.

"What's that racket?" asked Erin, the leader of the gang.

"I dunno, but I'm fecking curious," replied Michelle, the loudmouth and troublemaker of the group.

As they got closer, they saw a red balloon floating in the air. Suddenly, a clown appeared from behind the bushes, holding the balloon.

Orla and Michelle were intrigued, but Clare, Erin and James were cautious.

"I don't trust him one bit," said Clare, eyeing the clown warily.

"I agree, something doesn't feel right," Erin added.

James, the token boy, was shaking with fear.

"I'm with ya, Erin. This clown gives me the heebie-jeebies," James agreed.

Orla, on the other hand, was completely oblivious.

"Ah, lads, would you look at that, a clown! How lovely! I've always wanted to be friends with a clown," Orla exclaimed.

"Hello, children. Would you like to play with me?" asked the clown, his voice soft and friendly.

"Are ye mad, mate? We don't play with strangers in Derry," Clare exclaimed.

"Ah, come on, Clare, he seems grand," Orla said. "What's your name?"

"I am It," said the clown, smiling.

Michelle couldn't resist the urge to mess with her friends. "Oh, Orla, I think he likes you! Look at those dreamy eyes," she said, nudging her friend.

Orla blushed and giggled, "Oh, stop it, Michelle."

Michelle wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Come on, girls, let's go see what he wants."

The girls cautiously approached the clown and were fascinated by his colorful makeup and balloon animals.

Meanwhile, James was quietly panicking. He had always been terrified of clowns ever since he saw one steal his dad's nose at a circus when he was five. He tried to back away discreetly, but the clown noticed his unease.

"It seems like our friend James here is a bit nervous," the clown said, eyeing James with a mischievous glint in his eye.

James froze, unable to respond. How did the clown know his name?

The clown pulled out a balloon animal and started to shape it into a creepy-looking spider. "Don't worry, James, it's just a harmless balloon spider!" the clown chuckled, holding it out for James to take.

James reluctantly took the balloon and tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. He couldn't wait to get away from this creepy clown and his twisted balloon creations.

"What's wrong, James? Aren't you having fun?" the clown asked, his voice dripping with false concern.

James’ heart pounded in his chest as he tried to back away from the clown. It took a few moments for him to regain his composure and answer the clown. "N-no, I-I'm okay," he stuttered, but he knew that the clown could see right through him.

The clown's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Don't worry, James. I know all about your fears," he said, his voice low and menacing.

James shuddered at the thought of the clown knowing his deepest fears. He wanted to run away, but he was too scared to move.

As the girls played with the clown, they too began to notice something off about him. His smile seemed too wide, too forced, and his eyes seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Michelle, who was always the bravest of the group, tried to ignore her unease and continued to play. However, the clown's behavior became more and more unsettling. He started to make odd comments about their fears and insecurities, things they had never shared with anyone.

Clare's fear of the dark, Michelle's fear of heights, and Erin's fear of being alone all seemed to be exposed by the clown's words.

"Wait, how did you know that?" Clare asked, her voice shaking.

The clown simply smiled and said, "Oh, I know a lot of things. I've been around for a very long time."

The girls started to feel trapped, and they realized that they had made a terrible mistake by approaching the clown. They tried to leave, but he blocked their way, his face now twisted into a grotesque, malevolent grin.

"You're not going anywhere, my dears," he said, his voice now cold and menacing. "I have plans for you, and I won't let you ruin them."

The clown's face twisted into a sinister grin, and he started to chase the girls with sharp teeth bared.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he's gone mad!" shouted Michelle.

"Run for yer lives, girls!" Erin screamed.

"Good Lord, what is happening?!" James exclaimed, running for his life.

Erin, Michelle, Clare and James ran for their lives, trying to escape the evil creature. Orla, however, was still trying to befriend the clown.

"Wait for me! I want to be your friend!" Orla shouted, running after the clown.

"Orla, are you daft?!" Erin yelled.

Finally, the girls caught up to Orla and dragged her away from the clown. They ran through the streets of Derry, dodging It's attacks and hiding behind buildings.

"We need to do something, he's going to catch us!" Michelle shouted.

Erin had an idea.

"I know, let's use the Troubles to our advantage. He won't be expecting that," Erin said.

The girls quickly ran to a nearby building and put up a sign that read "IRA Headquarters."

"Quick, get inside and hide," Erin said.

The girls huddled inside and listened intently for any signs of the clown’s approach, but there was only silence.

"He's not following," Clare whispered.

"Maybe he's scared of the Troubles," Michelle said with a laugh.

Suddenly, they heard a strange noise coming from the corner of the room.

"He's coming!" James shouted, his voice quivering.

The girls turned to face the corner where the strange noise was coming from. A sinister laughter filled the room, and the girls saw a figure emerging from the shadows. It was the clown, and his makeup was now smudged, making him look even more sinister than before.

The clown slowly approached the girls, his eyes fixed on James, who was shaking with fear. "What's wrong, little boy? Are you scared of me?" the clown asked in a menacing tone.

James tried to back away, but the clown grabbed his arm, and the other girls tried to pull him away. "Let him go, you monster!" Clare shouted.

But the clown just chuckled and said, "Why would I let him go when he's so afraid? Fear is what gives me power."

The clown's face contorted into a twisted grin, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and the girls screamed in terror.

"We need to get rid of this eejit once and for all!" Clare exclaimed.

"I've got it! Let's get him drunk on some Guinness," Michelle suggested.

"Michelle, you're a genius!" Erin cheered.

The girls quickly ran to the nearest pub and ordered the clown a pint of Guinness.

"Hey, what are you doing with those?" asked the bartender.

"Saving the world, of course!" Erin replied.

She ran back to the scene of the battle and threw the pints of Guinness at the clown. It stumbled backwards, disoriented by the sticky liquid. As the beer soaked into its clothes, causing it to slip and fall, he started to sway and mumble incoherently.

"He's gone all wobbly!" Orla giggled.

"Ah, thank God for the Irish love of a good pint," Michelle exclaimed.

"Now's our chance!" Erin said, grabbing a nearby broomstick.

As Erin swung the broomstick at the clown, he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed it out of her hands. The clown's eyes glowed red with anger as he raised the broomstick and swung it back at Erin.

The girls scattered, trying to avoid the clown's attacks. James had taken shelter behind a nearby trash can and was trembling with fear.

"Girls, we need a new plan!" he shouted.

Just then, the clown started to laugh maniacally. The laughter echoed through the streets of Derry and sent chills down the girls' spines.

"What's so funny?" Clare demanded.

"You girls think you can defeat me with your pints of beer and broomsticks?" the clown cackled. "I am It! I am eternal! You cannot destroy me!"

The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. They had thrown everything they had at the clown, but he seemed unstoppable.

"Maybe we should call in the IRA?" Orla suggested, causing the other girls to roll their eyes.

"No, we're not getting the IRA involved, Orla. Let's stick to what we know," Erin said firmly. "We're Derry Girls, remember? We fight with our wits and our Irish charm."

They had no weapons, but they had each other.

"We may not have weapons, but we have each other, and that's worth a pint of Guinness any day," Michelle said with a grin.

The girls stood in a circle, holding hands and chanting, "We are not afraid of you, It!" in their best Irish accents. James tried to join in, but his British accent stood out like a sore thumb.

Suddenly, a loud screeching noise filled the air. It was coming from the direction of the clown. The girls watched in amazement as the clown started to shrink – their combined bravery and determination weakened It, causing him to disappear into the darkness.

"Ha! Take that, you creepy clown!" Clare exclaimed, doing a victory dance.

The girls breathed a sigh of relief and hugged each other tightly. They knew that they had faced their fears and conquered them together.

"Well, that was a bit of craic, wasn't it?" said Michelle, grinning.

"Indeed it was, Michelle. I must say, I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life," James admitted, still shaking.

"That's just how it is in Derry, James. You never know what's going to happen," said Erin, patting him on the back.

"I can't believe you were trying to make friends with a killer clown," Clare added.

Orla, being Orla, looked confused.

"What do you mean killer clown? He seemed nice to me," Orla said.

The girls explained the situation to Orla.

Orla was still a bit confused.

"Wait, so the clown was a bad guy?" Orla asked. She finally realized the danger they had been in. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing we had the IRA and Guinness on our side," she said, nodding.

The girls walked home, laughing about their wild adventure, and Orla happily talked about how she was going to tell everyone at school about her encounter with the clown.

As they walked back home, they couldn't help but feel proud of themselves. They had faced their fears and come out victorious – from that day on, the legend of It the clown was never spoken of again. And they did it all while being the funniest and most Irish girls in Derry.

#ai #derry girls #it movie

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sherlollyliveson18 · 2 years

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Headcanons for the Derry Girls Halloween Episode:

. The gang end up going to the Fatboy Slim concert while the adults are at a costume party hosted by Janette Joyce, who's attempting to repair her friendship with Mary and the girls (baby Anna is in the care of a babysitter).

. Everyone is positively buzzing for the concert - well, mostly. This is the first time James and Erin after the Donegal kiss, and like most teens would be, they're feeling confused as hell and kind of down in the dumps that they most likely can't be together. Erin being Erin is determined to just shove her feelings down inside and enjoy the concert.

. We all know the gang are dressed as angels for the concert but I think the adults' costumes would be really fun. Gerry gets roped into being part of a group ABBA costume with Mary, Sarah and Ciaran and Granda Joe tries to incorporate Seamus into his but is stopped by Mary's insistence that he can't bring a cat with murderous tendencies to a Halloween party.

. Mary finally gets to hoke inside the Joyce's house and cannot believe her eyes at the eight bedrooms with en-suites. The sheer size of the kitchen makes her catch her breath.

. It's hinted that Granda Joe has a heart attack in this episode and while it's obviously a very serious thing, I think the setup could be really funny. For example, Ciaran and Sarah have been going steady for about a year now, so what if he decides to take the leap at this party and propose? And at the exact moment he does and he and Sarah and everyone else is celebrating, Granda Joe clutches his chest and collapses. Luckily Janette's husband Richard is able to give him something from his medical bag while the ambulance is called and Gerry is sent out to find the girls.

. Back at the concert things are not going great for Erin. She's trying to enjoy herself but just can't get that kiss out of her head. The rest of the girls are having the time of their lives (and I'll think we'll see Claire meet a love interest!) and suddenly she sees James across the room chatting with a girl. They go off to dance and something just snaps in Erin and she storms out on the verge of tears. As we've seen from the photos James follows her and they have an argument - Erin says she knows she said they couldn't be together but not because she doesn't feel the same way, because of what Michelle said and the repercussions it could have and maybe if they weren't in Derry it would be different and James clearly feels the same but because of their situation they're sort of in an impossible situation.

And Erin is about to say something else when they get interrupted by Gerry in full ABBA attire racing down the hallway towards them, and he fills them in on what's happened to Joe and they have to gather the rest of the gang and get to the hospital.

. When they arrive everyone's a mess. Poor Ciaran is sitting in the waiting room with Sarah patting his shoulder while he's having hysterics about accidentally killing his future father-in-law and Mary's pacing up and down the room with a death grip on her rosary. Orla (who I'm 100% certain is autistic) is quickly overwhelmed by the confusing scene and has to be comforted by the girls. They spend two full hours waiting in agonising silence, all the while Erin's thoughts being bombarded with horrible possibilities and outcomes and she can't face losing her grandad so she just gets up and walks away as fast as she can. She doesn't even know where's she going until she hears James calling out behind her, having followed her to make sure she's okay and she wants to tell him to go away, that she can't deal with their shit on top of all of this but instead she just... crumbles. She cries harder than she ever has before and James just immediately pulls her into a hug and comforts her while she lets its all out. And when she's finally done she just looks up at him and says she can't wait. She doesn't want to after what's just happening, life's too fucking short, and grabs his face and they kiss in the empty hallway.

. Meanwhile, the doctor finally comes out and informs everyone that it turns out Ciaran did not in fact accidentally kill Joe, but that Joe has a genetic disease that causes clogged arteries combined with the fact that he ate too many cheese cubes at the party. He also tells them Joe will be waking up in a few minutes and they're welcome to sit in his room until then. Ciaran nearly sobs with relief before realising with a degree of horror that now Joe's not dead, he may very well kill him for proposing to Sarah😅

. Mary goes off to find Gerry, who's getting tea for everyone and missed the news that Joe's stable. After navigating the maze of corridors and rooms she goes through a door and to her surprise finds her husband, standing still as a statue, peering round the corner and into a hallway. She approaches him to tell him the news but is quickly shushed by a shocked Gerry, who responds to her bewildered look by just pointing down the hall to the figures of their daughter and the wee English fella wrapped in each other's arms and kissing passionately.

. For a good minute neither of them know what to say, until Gerry remarks that maybe they should give them a few minutes before breaking the news about Joe. They attempt to make a sneaky exit and tiptoe away but Gerry accidentally stubs his foot on a bin and manages to knock the entire thing over with a very loud clang in perfect Derry Girls comedic timing, which alerts Erin and James to their presence. Erin is just about up to here with people walking in on her and James shifting and just shouts,

"For God's sake, is there no such thing as privacy?!"

To which Mary retorts that they're in a public hospital. Meanwhile Gerry's brain has gone completely blank, still shocked by the image of his daughter snogging the face off James fecking Maguire, so he just does the first thing that comes to mind, grabs James's hand and starts shaking it vigorously. And James and Erin can only stare at him in absolute confusion until Mary yanks his hand away and asks what the hell he's doing, to which he responds he just panicked😅 She rolls her eyes at her eejit husband and says they'll discuss whatever the feck's happening between James and Erin later, and marches the trio back to Granda Joe's room.

. Granda Joe is now awake but absolutely flying on the morphine. He's convinced he's in heaven due to the fact that five angels appear to have congregated around his bed, and keeps asking if God would allow him to bring Seamus the cat with him to eternity. That is, until Gerry enters the room and he remarks that this must be some strange version of hell. Michelle nearly chokes trying to keep her laughter in. Ciaran keeps hovering nervously by the edge of the room until Joe nods towards him and says to Sarah that her fella's a disaster at proposing but if he makes her happy he supposes he can learn to tolerate him.

. That's all I've got! Feel free to add to this and comment your feedback:)

#derry girls headcanons #jerin derry girls #derry girls #derry girls season 3 #jerin #james x erin #james x erin headcanons #granda joe #gerry quinn #mary quinn #erin quinn

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My Derry Girls head canons (James edition)

The night James decided to stay in Derry (after the celebrations whey may have had) Michelle allows James to choose a movie, they both fall asleep and Michelle is cuddling James like if she ever lets go he would leave, Deidre comes in from the night shift she smiles at the pair of them.

Every Tuesday James and Michelle have movie night because the night Michelle’s parents work nights. On this night they make popcorn and take turns choosing the film. They both wear their comfy clothes and do facemasks and foot spas. No one else knows about it, it is their secret and they never make plans on a Tuesday evening because they look forward to it.

Joe is the one who bought James the Derry football jersey because he noticed the girls have been dressing him up more recently (not that James minded). Joe just wanted to make sure that James still has some ‘masculine’ energy in his life

After Sean Devlin dies, Clare and her mother stay at the Mallon’s for a few weeks. James immediately gives up his room for Clare and her mother. He sleeps on the sofa and doesn't complain once.

On James' eighteenth birthday Joe, Gerry and Martin (Michelle’s dad) take him out for his first official pint as an adult. They have a pint for Sean (Clare’s dad) because they know that he would have liked to have been there too.

James joins the local Gaelic club (Irish football) to try and make some male friends, even though he doesn’t understand the rules. Much to everyone's surprise he is a rather talented goalkeeper. James' team made it to their first ever final in 10 years. James saves the final goal leading Derry to victory. As soon as the game ends The Mallon’s, McCool’s and Quinn’s run on the field and congratulate him before any of his teammates or coach can.

James is baby Anna's favourite out of all Erin friends because he is the only one who is willing to play with her. Her favourite is when he reads to her, because he does funny voices.

Every time Sister Michael walks past the bin James pissed in she has a chuckle to herself.

Erin is the first one to take James to the toilet

James catches baby Anna’s first steps on his video camera while Mary and Gerry are out. Mary is upset that she missed the moment but she is forever grateful that James caught the moment and she treasures it forever.

Both James and Clare have a crush on the waitress who works at the café where the gang hangout. They often make fools of themselves in front of her like mixing up their words and talking nonsense to her. James, Claire and Erin all feel betrayed when they find out she is going out with David Donnelly.

James and Orla often have a competition to see who can hold their breath longest. Orla is undefeated but James is determined to beat her someday.

James and Erin become school prefects in their final year of school (to enhance their UCAS application form). Meaning they have to attend a lot of school school meetings and have to hang out with Jenny and Aisling more than usual. Erin starts to get jealous because she notices that James is hanging out with Aisling more, but it turns out they are both huge doctor who fans and they both try to settle who the best doctor is (they don't agree).

The Quinn’s take the gang camping again and boys have to sleep in Jim’s tent. James has to sleep in between Joe and Gerry to act as a barrier so the pair don’t argue.

Gerry needs help with some deliveries on a Saturday and asks James for a hand, Erin also volunteers to come. On their way back home Gerry’s lorry breaks down and they are stranded in a random area between Donegal and Derry. They walk to the nearest pub so Gerry can ring a mechanic. James and Erin notice that Jenny and Aisling are in the pub. They informed them that there is a pub and asked them if they would like to join their team. Erin scoffs in their face and tells them that they don't need them and she and James can win without them. James and Erin come last and Jenny and Aisling win. It's all they hear about for the next week at school.

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#derry girls #james maguire #James and Erin #james and michelle #james and orla #james and clare #derry girls series 1 #derry girls series 2 #derry girls series 3 #derry girls spoilers #derry girls head canons

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capseycartwright · 2 years

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it always leads to you, in my hometown

James gave her a reassuring smile. “You can love somewhere,” he began, and maybe he meant somewhere and someone, too, but Erin wasn’t ready to have that conversation. “And still need to leave it for a while. Derry will always be here,” he reassured, reaching out and giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

“And you?” she breathed the words. "Will you always be here?"

- or, a series of moments over their university years where james and erin fall together, fall apart, and find their way home to each other.

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AUGUST 1998

Erin wanted to make one thing clear: she loved Derry. It felt important, to clarify that - especially as it was the night before she left it for four years of university in Dublin. She loved Derry, with every part of her heart and soul, the city etched deep into her bones, at the core of who she was - Erin Quinn could have been a very different girl, if she’d grown up somewhere else. But, she didn’t: she’d grown up in Derry, and so the city she called home now would forever be, well, home.

Derry was changing - for the better, Erin hoped, but that wouldn’t become clear for another while yet. Derry was changing, the city she knew so well entering a new era, the Good Friday Agreement approved on all sides of the border, people beginning to hope that their future could be a peaceful one. May had rolled into August, the summer slow, and syrupy sweet, the days feeling endless, and too quick, all the same, passing faster than Erin had been ready for.

The lights of the city glittered in front of her as Erin watched on from her spot on the walls, drinking in the sight of her home before she set off for university in the morning.

“I thought I might find you here,” a voice drew her attention, Erin twisting to see James standing a few metres away, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her carefully.

Erin gestured vaguely. “Yeah,” she managed. “You found me.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Erin shook her head, watching as James eased himself up and onto the cool stone of the wall beside her. Derry was never very quiet, but it felt quieter that evening, the noise of people going about their lives background noise as she watched James settle next to her.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?” she asked after a beat of silence.

James shrugged. “I think I can guess,” he said, because over the last year, James had developed this uncanny ability to read into Erin’s every thought, and so it didn’t surprise her that he knew. Well, Erin supposed - it wasn’t hard to guess why she was here, sitting on the city walls, instead of watching her mother go through the packing list for the fifth time that day.

“Everything is changing,” Erin said, letting out a shaky breath. This week - it had been full of goodbyes.

They’d gone to the airport with Clare and her mammy on Tuesday, waving goodbye from the departures hall as Clare had headed for the security gate, and her new life in London, away to university about as far as she could get from Derry. Erin understood, really, she did - for Clare, Derry was filled with the ghost of her father, the man sitting quietly on every street corner, a reminder that he never saw Clare finish school, never got to vote in the referendum, never saw his beloved Northern Ireland start on the slow march to peace. No, Erin could understand why Clare needed to leave - but for a moment, clinging to Michelle’s hand, Erin had wished that the day hadn’t come and that Clare hadn’t felt like she needed to go.

It was hypocritical of her, she knew - Erin herself was off to Glasgow in the morning, a place at the University of Glasgow on their English Literature course waiting for her. She’d applied on a whim, and told nobody, until UCAS had come through and informed her that she’d been given an unconditional offer at Glasgow to study her dream degree. It had been her mammy, who’d told her she should go, Mary wiping away Erin’s confused tears as she’d reassured her daughter that it was okay, and she should go, and follow her dreams, and her, and her daddy, would always support her - no matter where in the world she was.

James was staying. That had been the biggest plot twist of it all - if their lives were a novel, and James staying in Northern Ireland could be considered a plot twist rather than a thoughtfully made life choice - but Erin could understand why he was staying. James hadn’t said it in as many words, but here, in Derry, he’d found a place to call home for the first time, and so it made sense that he wasn’t willing to go very far, English and Film Studies at Queen's University Belfast his new home as of September.

“It is, aye,” James agreed, and Erin couldn’t help but smile at the Derry lilt that had found a home in James’ accent, the swotty (Michelle’s words, not her own) English accent he had arrived in Derry with all those years ago now slowly beginning to fade. It suited him, Erin decided - he was a Derry girl, after all.

“What - what if it’s not as good?” Erin couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she looked at Derry, and looked at James again, her heart aching as she tried to even begin to process the monumental changes that they were standing on the precipice of. For years now, Erin had dreamed of university, adulthood, and growing up, and now it was finally all happening, she couldn’t help but wish that she was heading back to Mary Immaculate College and Sister Michael’s wrath in two weeks' time.

James looked thoughtful, for a second. “I don’t think it’ll be comparable,” he said, continuing after a beat. “Nothing is ever going to be comparable to this,” he gestured vaguely, waving toward the rolling expanse of Derry that spread out for miles in front of them. “But that doesn’t mean that what’s coming next is going to be bad. You know? It’s going to be - it’s going to be fun,” he said, determined. “It’ll be different, sure, but it’s going to be fun too.”

Erin wiped roughly at her eyes. “What if I can’t do it alone?”

James gave her a fond smile. “You’ll never be alone, Erin,” he said, and Erin couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t ever been alone, not really, her life always full of joy, and laughter, and friends and family. She, and Clare and Michelle had already gone through the teary goodbyes and promises to stay in touch, and Orla had, in her very Orla-like way, solemnly reassured that she could easily swim the length of the Irish sea between here, and Scotland, if Erin ever needed her.

“I know, I just…” she trailed off, wondering how to voice her fear aloud. “What if I get to Glasgow, and I can’t do it alone?”

“Erin Quinn,” James said, as though he was about to say something obvious, something she should already know. “You can do anything you set your mind to.”

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#derry girls #erin quinn #james maguire #jerin #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #the whole thing is on ao3 because tumblr wrecks my fic formatting in this instance #anyways i'm going to post this and run away because its the longest derry girls fic i have ever written and i'm panicked #pls enjoy and hopefully its not shit lmao x

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Jess Watches // Tues 23 Jan // Day 123 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Julia (with mum) 1x01 Omelette

In 1962, cookbook author Julia Child boldly pitches a groundbreaking television series centered on demonstrations for the home cook--despite pushback from male station executives and her own husband.

The frustration at having to get her husband's 'permssion' to do something mixed with the amusement at her cleverness in getting it. What a stellar cast too.

Derry Girls (rw with mum) 2x01 Across the Barricade

Erin and co are excited to attend an outdoor pursuits weekend as part of a peace initiative, but peace is the last thing on Michelle's mind once she finds out that there will be Protestant lads there.

Do we think Sister Michael and Janet Taylor explored each others bodies? And as a family who has recently broken a beloved big bowl I can understand Mary making a fuss about it. Also, I'm James being bad at making new friends. It's just painfully awkward.

Eureka (rw) 2x09 Sight Unseen

Carter begins to disappear on his one-year-in-Eureka anniversary, Zoe is stuck with another student for a school project, and Henry and Nathan examine the item Henry found.

Auntie Jo babysitting Zoe and Lucas while they do their science project so they don't get to smooching. Even locking him up over night lol. And I wouldn't mind being invisible for a day getting up to mischief and shenanigans.

#julia hbo #derry girls #eureka #polls #tumblr polls #jess watches #day 123

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20 questions game for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @areseebee!

How many works do you have on ao3? 8

What’s your total ao3 word count? 63,699

What fandoms do you write for? Derry Girls. I once had a Zootopia fic on AO3 from a few years ago, but that was expunged with predjudice when I blew the dust off my account for my Derry Girls fics!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Charming, To Travel, A Confederacy of Fathers, Ruminations for a Sleepless Night, Coming of Age

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I didn't use to, primarily because I'm quite a shy person, but I try to do it now (at least for the early part of a fic's lifespan if I'm otherwise busy in real life). I need to get better at responding to new ones left on older fics though

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? "Tell me I was wrong"

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "She" was literally written to have a happy ending, but I would personally say "A Confederacy of Fathers"

Do you get hate on fics? Not so far, and hopefully that continues

Do you write smut? If so what kind? No. The smuttiest thing I wrote was in the epilogue to "She", and that was just one or two paragraphs with several euphemisms.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? Niet! Not unless you count butchering Irish mythology

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have a hard enough time writing by myself. I'll spitball and theorise with people about the plot, but the actual writing is all my own

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Jerin is my favourite, and I ship them hard and love to write them. I think my oldest one I can remember (and one I'm still slightly bitter that it never really left dock) was Ash and Misty from Pokemon. Honourable mentions to Lizzie x Gordo and T.J. x Spinelli too

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? This depends on whether I can keep the writing impetus going or not, but "Mary Quinn's Cookery Book" has kind of reached a roadblock creatively. Hopefully I can get back to it once the current WIP is done, but we'll see.

What are your writing strengths? This question is highly anti-English, as we don't like to extoll our strengths! I like to think there's a flow to the stories I write, and that if there's little plot there's at least a good understanding of character. And I can weave in canon reasonably well

What are your writing weaknesses? I think know I can be florid - mainly in an effort not to continually repeat the same word, but it doesn't always feel natural. Also I can't plot for toffee; "She" notwithstanding, pretty much all of my fics are essentially single scenes, are un/strenuously connected scenes, or take place over a really short time period. Oh, and I seem to be having a love affair with the semicolon...

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm a monolinguist, unfortunately. One day I'd like to write in Irish (if Duolingo doesn't let me down), but for now it's good ol' Google Translate if I need another language.

First fandom you ever wrote for? Published? Lizzie Maguire, on fanfiction.net. Unpublished? Pokemon.

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? Probably "To Travel" - it's topical, exploring 2010s Northern Irish abortion rights in the wake of the 2022 Roe vs. Wade ruling, it was a challenge to write as person who the subject matter doesn't directly relate to, and it was fun to explore James and Erin on the cusp of getting together through the eyes of Anna.

#tag game

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fudgetunblr · 2 years

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So the thing about James and Erin kissing, is like, it’s not necessarily surprising, because obviously something more going on between them has been hinted at in previous seasons. I’m not really a huge jerin shipper, I’m not that invested in any ships in Derry Girls to be fair, but I did appreciate them getting the kiss. Because this wasn’t a getting together (I can be wrong), this felt more like a confirmation that no one is reading too much into their relationship, because there’s obviously something there, and maybe that’ll one day be something more, or maybe it won’t be. Right now though, it won’t. And I kind of like that. It’s been addressed, and now we sort of move on from here.

#no hate to the jerin shippers (you were fed tonight and I love that for you)#derry girls #derry girls spoilers #jerin #not ‘kiss me’ playing 💀💀💀

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Hi!! I absolutely LOVE your James Maguire series! We really don’t have enough James love on the internet. Is it ok if I request a James Maguire x reader oneshot set just after the camping trip episode? Where they still go to the caravan and all the teens have to put the beds together and squeeze in one room and no one wants to sleep next to James so reader ends up there and they wake up cuddling? The others probably make fun of them so bad lmao (Maybe like a little extra from the fella series??) 🥺thank you so much if you do, I had this idea and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. If you don’t write it I understand thank you anyway xxxx

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Summary: A stolen tent means less room. But the Derry Girls make do.

A/N: I’m gonna be posting this as a stand alone (so not on the fella masterlist), but I’m gonna write it using the stuff from the fella part 5. So this can be read by itself or as like a lil extra thing from the fella

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It was a long while before the Derry Girls arrived in Portnoo. After hours of being squished in two cars, harboring what was most likely a fugitive, and getting Grandpa Joe’s friend’s second-best tent stolen, seeing the caravan felt like seeing Mother Mary herself. The only thing that stopped Y/n from rolling out of the car the second she spotted it was her baby sister, who had sat in her lap the entire journey.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Michelle almost yelled as everyone poured out of the cars. Erin gave her a remark about her crude language, in front of her family no less, but was ignored. “I’m allowed to be upset, Erin. I just lost the love of my life and was stuck in a car with you and your kookie aunt for God knows how long.”

“You didn’t even know him, Michelle. He was a criminal.”

Y/n handed her sister Anna off to James so she could get out of the car and stretch her stiff limbs. She tried to ignore the sight of James holding Anna because he seemed nervous to hold her but was still trying to entertain her while he waited for Y/n. It was just too cute.

“Okay, I can take her.” Y/n sighed, reaching out for her sister. James looked at her a little funny.

“Are you sure? You held her the entire trip up here; you don’t want a little break?” She supposed he was right, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like how he acted with her interest in mind.

“I mean if you don’t mind-”

“Of course not.” James smiled at her, and she would’ve been giddy if Erin and Michelle weren’t there. Anna babbled against James’ shoulder, grasping at his jacket. The two teens smiled at her, talking to each other while Erin eyed them, not that they noticed.

“No wonder Emmett thought she was their wain,” Erin muttered to herself as she grabbed her suitcase out of the car’s boot. She didn’t know whether to be disgusted or happy for her sister and the fact that she fancied their English friend.

***

“Jesus, it’s cramped in here.” Michelle groaned as she squeezed past the girls to throw her bag somewhere in the caravan the Quinn family had rented. They only rented one; they didn’t expect Erin and Y/n’s friends to accompany them on their annual holiday. Grandpa Joe, Gerry, and James were going to sleep in the tent that Joe’s friend had lent them, but those plans had gone south. But Joe insisted that they should still sleep outside.

“We’re men, aren’t we?” He had said. “We don’t need no damn tent.”

But one look at James, and the girls knew that wouldn’t work out well. He was already nervous around Joe and Gerry, mainly Joe, especially because he was the one who allowed Emmett to steal their tent. But living outdoors with them for who knows how long? No thanks.

The adults had gone to a close-by shop that sold camping gear to get another tent for them to sleep in. Grandpa Joe almost had a heart attack when the girls suggested that James sleep in the caravan with them, but then Mary calmed him down by saying that the girls would be fine because James was gay.

James was getting sick of correcting this assumption. But he didn’t want to sleep in a tent with the adults, so he let it slide.

“Okay, how are we doing this?” Y/n asked, looking at the somewhat cramped space. The girls’ things were either thrown somewhere in the caravan or clutched closely to try to create more room. Everyone looked around. “I know there’s a bed at the end.”

“I call it!” Michelle yelled, pushing past everyone to sit on the bed before anyone else could claim it. She looked smug, probably thinking that she wouldn’t have to share with anyone else.

“Fine.” Y/n sighed, moving Anna to her other hip. She was charged with looking after her while the adults were gone. James was going to offer to carry her, but then decided to take their luggage. “But you have to room with someone else in that bed.”

“What the fuck, Y/n?!” Michelle snarled.

“Look around you, Michelle.” James defended. “There’s six of us in here.” Michelle rolled her eyes at her cousin. Huffing in annoyance, she looked at everyone in the caravan.

“Fine. Clare, you’re with me, yeah?”

“Two down, four to go,” Y/n muttered, looking around. “There’s the two seats in the front, and then the sofa could probably fit two.”

“I’ll take the sofa.” James volunteered, moving to set his bag on it, but still holding Y/n’s for when she decided where to sleep. Erin smirked.

“Orla and I call the seats!” Y/n would’ve glared at Erin if she wasn’t in a room with James and Michelle. She had a sneaking suspicion of what Erin was planning.

“Is that okay with you, Y/n?” James asked. He was still holding her bag, in case she had reservations about sharing a sleeping space with him and wanted to switch with someone else.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded, watching James smile as he dropped her bag next to his. “Fine with me, James.”

“Aye, James, it must be exciting to finally have a girl in your bed.”

“Shut up, Michelle!”

***

It was late at night when the girls finally decided to go to bed. They had spent most of their time talking about this and that or playing games. Everyone bid each other good night and went to their sleeping areas.

“So, how should we do this?” James asked Y/n quietly. Their gazes kept going between the sofa and each other, trying to figure out what to do. “I can sleep on the floor if you’d like. I’m fine with it.”

“No, James. Don’t be silly.” Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out how to fit the two of them in this tiny space. “We could lay on our sides.”

It became awkward very fast. The two faced each other, noses almost bumping. They were stiff, trying not to disturb the other. Y/n tried to fix this by turning around so they wouldn’t face each other. She must’ve forgotten how small the sofa was because James reached an arm out to stop her from falling to the floor.

“Careful,” James said, arm wrapped around her waist to pull her further from the edge. Y/n couldn’t ignore the butterflies in her stomach, somewhat surprised that James had the strength to pull her. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She replied meekly, grateful it was dark so James wouldn’t see the blush on her cheeks even though he was so close to her.

“Want me to let go?” His grip loosened slightly, but she caught his hand before it could leave her.

“No!” Y/n cringed at how loud she was. “I mean, uh, if you don’t mind.” James’ arm settled around her.

“Of course not.” He adjusted himself slightly before letting out a deep sigh. “Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night, James.”

***

“Why is he all over her like that?” Michelle grimaced, joining the crowd of her friends. They all stood before the small sofa, looking down at a sleeping Y/n and James. In his sleep, James had wrapped both arms around Y/n and kept her close to his chest. She didn’t seem to mind, holding her hands on his to prevent him from moving. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Quiet, Michelle,” Clare whispered as Y/n stirred. When she stopped her movements, the group let out a breath of relief they didn’t realize they were holding. “You know what we should do?” Seeming to read her mind, Erin slipped her shoes on.

“I’ll go get Mammy’s camera.”

#james maguire x reader #james maguire #derry girls #derry girls x reader #agaypanic

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areseebee · 9 days

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i love hearing about the derry girls ‘someday’ fic universe. please can i ask more about your original character faye? how did you come up with the character and also what is her relationship like with the other derry girls besides claire and james? 🤗

yes, you definitely can! so for a quick primer on faye (which i pulled from this maybe-kinda-outdated maybe someday masterlist that i put together in 2023):

- faye appears/is mentioned in this short piece of writing and also this one. i also explain some bits about her in this post and this post. - and here's some lovely faye art by @imstressedx

the character originated in collaboration with @derrygirlstrash when we were talking about the maybe someday fic universe back in july 2022 just as i was finishing smoke break. i had just started to think through what the premise of someday would be and was explaining to derrygirlstrash that i saw james as having less-than-serious relationships after smoke break, while i saw erin having one long, very serious relationship. about 20 minutes later derrygirlstrash offered up the idea of faye as one of james's short-term relationships. i loved the idea of faye immediately as i had already been thinking through how erin would feel about the first person that james dates post-smoke break. from there we developed her into a foil to erin - and therefore someone that erin is insecure about because she can't help but compare herself and see all the ways in which they are very not alike.

i think i talk about this in some of the posts i linked to above, but as faye is the person that james moved onto right after the events of smoke break while also being someone who comes across as effortlessly cool, really affable, and is well-liked by their friends/fits in, erin was initially pretty cold to her and they didn't get off on the right foot. by the time someday starts, all that is really in the past and erin really wants to get on with faye like everyone else does, but their dynamic is a little too entrenched and it's hard to move beyond it. which segues into michelle and orla, who love faye! michelle mostly can't understand how james pulled someone like faye (because she's just so obviously out of his league, just look at her) and both her and orla were sad when james and faye broke up in uni, but happy when faye and clare got together ~5ish years later. i know this is still a little vague about michelle and orla, but with faye finally, properly appearing in the next couple of chapters of someday, it'll be clearer how she functions within the group.

thanks so much for asking! i definitely didn't get into absolutely everything about faye here, but i love getting the chance to talk about my fic and will always answer questions about it. all of this has lived up inside my head for so long and i've talked it through with derrygirlstrash so much that i do sometimes have trouble keeping track of what is or isn't known about this whole world, but i love to share when asked. i really would love to write both a michelle/rafael fic and clare/faye fic, both of which would illuminate more about the characters and about the eight years in between smoke break and someday. it's definitely a goal to get it all "canonized" into proper stories for anyone interested in reading more.

#all the time i am grateful for derrygirlstrash's creative friendship and thought partnership. she's so instrumental in all of this!#so much of the initial someday plot and character development happened when we were just shooting the shit together #get yourself a friend who will talk endlessly about your fic with you! it's not only so fun but is a great workshopping space for new ideas #someday #maybe someday #my fic #ask

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I can wait

He was telling the truth.

He would wait for her.

He’d spent the past three years waiting for her (not that he’d been aware of that until now).

The actualisation that he had feelings for Erin had come slowly, progressing over the years, random intrusive thoughts invading his brain that eventually became too hard to ignore.

Like the time she tried to stop him from having sex with Katya. He’d been frustrated in the moment but, later on, had admitted to himself that she was right; he wasn’t ready, and he was worth more than a one-night stand. Erin made him feel wanted.

Or any time he watched her ashamedly fail to flirt with a lad. It was an inconvenience, painful to watch because she got her heart broken time and time again. He hated to see her upset.

Prom night was the big one. An act of kindness, which he would have done for any of the girls, ignited feelings towards a girl that he’d never had before.

Anger because John-Paul had stood her up.

Sadness because Erin couldn’t see how much she was losing herself to these crushes, her personality morphing to suit them. The personality he had grown to love.

And, when she walked down the stairs in her Easter dress, shyly tucking a strand of hair between her ear, accepting his suggestion of taking her to prom, he felt his heart rate increase, incapable of not smiling like a complete idiot.

She was so beautiful .

Beautiful and complex and selfish and passionate and all the words in between.

And that’s why he liked her. Everything he loved about her was the things he hated about himself. He was the level-headed one of the group, keeping Erin grounded when she would catastrophise situations for no reason, and she, in return, made James want to feel more of those emotions, to stand up for what is right.

He used his newfound bravery when he ultimately decided to stay in Derry. Alongside realising his real home was in the walled city, he tried to imagine a life without the girls. Without Erin. The thought sent him into a panic in the back of the taxi, causing him to splutter apologies to his mum.

He couldn’t leave them.

He had so much left to do. To say.

How he was going to say it was the tricky part. Whilst he knew there was something he wanted to explore, he had no idea how Erin felt. Sure, she’d smiled back when he grinned up at her from the staircase on prom night, but he was being a good friend. He didn’t want to think too deeply about any slight touch or comment meant for them. They were best friends, after all. He didn’t want to jeopardise that.

Then the summer came. It was the best summer ever; free from exams and school, they could just be. And when James suggested they make a short film, Erin jumped at the opportunity to flaunt her passion for writing. They became a tag team, screenplay and director, bossing the others until Michelle got fed up. Even when the film got canned, he kept filming; Erin was happy to be in front of the camera as he captured their lives. She would light up as he narrated what he was filming, the sparkle in her eyes giving him a reason to keep going when everyone else was telling him to put the camera away.

He wondered if that smile meant something more.

Then, it happened.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. Quite literally, he managed to knock himself out with that stupid van. The vision he’d had, calling to him to come closer to the light, scared him shitless. This couldn’t be the end. It was like leaving Derry but worse. He couldn’t leave his life, not now. Not after all he’d been through.

When he opened his eyes again, the first face he saw was Erin’s. The voice was gone, the nightmare over. She was standing over him with such concern that he nearly confessed his feelings for her then and there, but the words wouldn’t formulate.

His brush with death triggered those feelings he’d been meditating on, bringing them to the surface. What if he had died? What if he had missed out on something good with this crazy, pretty, exceptional girl who caused him all sorts of trouble?

What if she never knew how wonderful she was?

So, when the moment presented itself, he knew he had to act. When he awoke that morning, the sun seeping through the dusty curtains, he sat up to find Erin not there. The others were sleeping peacefully, their fear of being obliterated by the devil overpowered by their need for sleep.

Very rarely was there a chance for him to be alone with just Erin, the five of them being pack animals. They were always together. He had to do it now.

And thank Christ he did.

He was completely open. He let the words tumble out of him, the words he’d rehearsed numerous times in his head, as Erin stared at him intently. He hasn’t thought much about what he’d do if she rejected him. If he was being honest, he didn’t care. He had to say what had been sitting on his chest for months because he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t.

He’d resigned to the fact nothing would come of it.

Until he went to turn and felt a tug of his arm and Erin’s hand on his face, she kissed him. Hard.

And he kissed her back.

And she kissed him again.

Was this actually happening?!

He wrapped his arm around her, closing the gap between them, giving himself the balance he needed to kiss her properly. He knew this was Erin’s first kiss, and he wanted it to be memorable. She’d been fucked around by too many boys before. She kept her hand on his face, a small smile emerging when he kissed her again. It was nothing like he’d expected, kissing his best friend, but it felt so, so right .

Beautiful, in fact.

Alas, it was never going to be that easy, and Michelle interrupted what was quite possibly the best moment of his life. She had good reason to, not expecting to see her cousin and friend making out when she entered the room, and she had good intentions.

As much as James hated to admit it, she was right.

It wasn’t the right time.

God, but did he wish it was. He had fallen for his best friend, and it was apparent she felt the same. But Michelle made valid points, ones he didn’t want to consider. He didn’t want to ruin their dynamic, not when they’d come so far to accept him as one of their own. He finally felt like he belonged, and no matter how much Michelle would stick up for him, he couldn’t be the one to cause friction in the group.

Doing that, he would lose any chance he had with Erin.

So, he took a deep breath, pushed down his grievances with Michelle and agreed with what Erin said as they left the house.

It wasn’t the right time.

But it wasn’t the end of the story.

“I can wait” He whispered to her.

Swallowing his pride and the urge to kiss Erin in front of everyone as a “fuck you” to Michelle, he turned away.

He prayed that the kiss was more than just a fleeting moment between them, never to be spoken about or acted upon again. The little box beating inside his chest would make sure of that. Because no matter how hard he tried to deny it, he was confident of one thing.

He loved Erin Quinn.

And he would wait days, months…fuck, even years… to do that again.

It was only a matter of time.

#derry girls #fanfic #james x erin #jerin #james maguire #erin quinn #my ships #otp #ao3 stuff #cute fluff

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