Bandaged fists and pressed love letters (make me feel safe)
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- Time 39m
- Reads 947
- Votes 3
- Parts 1
- Time 39m
Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2022
Mature
"What the hell did I say?" no response from either teen. The teacher growled as he asked again. "What. The. Hell. Did. I. Say?" There was a pregnant pause as Y/N, finally began to steady herself once more. The room no longer spun like she was at her local fair, and once fully certain she wasn't seeing double, she glared steadily into Afton's eyes. Without taking her eyes off her target, she opened her mouth to respond to the pissed-off coach, only to be cut off by Afton. His face was bloody, and bruised, his right eye was guaranteed to be swollen by tomorrow, if not sometime tonight, and Y/N faintly wondered if the room had been spinning for Afton as it had her. He spat out a large glob of blood near Y/N's shoes and met her eyes. It seemed the room had stopped spinning for him as well. "My name is Michael, Princess, " the boy looked up to the gym teacher, before responding, "and you didn't say jack shit." -- "These are strange circumstances that have brought us together." -- previous title: Long Waited Reunion (Michael Afton x Reader) -- Crossposted on ao3All Rights Reserved
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