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talk of the town - will smith

tw: lowkey cringe. if ur not into it lmk lowk...

wc: 1.4k

will smith x influencer/ d'amelio sister

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dylan couldn't believe the shit day she was having. she had woken up late and missed her pilates class, then she spilt coffee all over her laptop, and right now she was fifteen minutes late to her music class. it was her first ever day of college too.

even though she was having a horrible day, she was still dressed cute. she decided she wanted to start taking her school more seriously. and that meant actually going to class.

the thing about dylan though is that she didn't need school. she had over one hundred million followers on all platforms. she was what someone would call an influencer.

influencers usually didn't continue with school if they didn't need to so when dylan decided to still attend college it was a shock to a lot of people; including her family.

her family were all also influencers and didn't decide to attend college; rather deciding to work on their brand instead. a brand that dylan opted out of, she had decided to enter marketing at boston college.

she entered her music class to find that there was no less than twenty five students inside. thats what happens when you attend a private college! dylans strategy her whole life was to always sit in the back of classes. (it was easier to skip class and just lie to the professor and say you were there)

there was one seat left where three other boys sat. she set her stuff down. the boys giving her an odd look, not thinking anyone was going to take that last seat between them or probably trying to figure out why the hell she looked so familiar. dylan got that look often.

the professor though was deep in lecture about their upcoming assignment and dylan was too busy trying to find a top for her upcoming brand dinner in New York. she was pulled out of her own little world when the professor noticed she was not listening and had missed the introduction part of class and decided to call her out on it.

she felt a tap from the boy next to her getting her attention because it seemed the professor had been calling her.

"oh my gosh im so sorry what" she said removing an AirPod and sheepishly looking at the class who all seemed to be either smiling at her or giving her dirty looks.

"since you decided to grace us with your presence introduce yourself please" she said pointing to a slide that stated what exactly to say.

"uhm... im dylan. im from connecticut but I've been living in LA for the past four years, and im a marketing major" she said awkwardly feeling like everyone was judging her.

"alright thank you miss dylan. I want to see the title slide of the assignment done before I dismiss you guys" she said.

the three boys she sat with seemed to be life long friends and she was feeling a bit left out. she had zoned them out till she heard them whispering to each other.

"ask her"

"no thats weird"

"ill ask"

"your tiktok famous huh"

she looked up to a freckled boy her while the dark haired boy giggled and the blonde haired boy cringed.

"uhm, yeah... I guess" she said awkwardly. she really didn't know what to say.

"nice" he said going back to working on his assignment.

she smiled awkwardly and looked at the other two boys. who looked like they were cringing about their friends actions. the dark haired boy seemed to let it go and work on his assignment while the blonde one spoke up.

"im sorry about him, ryan doesn't know how to talk to girls"

"yes I do! if I didn't how would I of pulled frankie" ryan says.

"she basically pulled you" gabe quipped back.

dylan just giggled along to their battering. they seemed funny.

"he's fine. a lot of people don't realize its me in real life but instead just stare at me trying to figure out why I look so familiar, and thats creepier to me"

"well we knew it was you because everyones been saying you go here" ryan told her.

oh god it was a hot topic?

"people talk about it?" she said grossed out.

"yeah, but like no one ever sees you for some reason"

"I did online classes and lived in LA last semester" she told them. it was true, her family was filming their Hulu show and it didnt make sense for her to leave mid-way through filming.

"do you live on campus?" the blonde one asked her again. he seemed like the quiet and calmer one of the three boys.

hes hot

"no, I live in beacon hill, the city"

"why didnt you dorm" gabe nosily asked.

"I didn't think it would be too fun to share an apartment with random girls at first but now I regret it, because I have no friends here" she honestly told them.

"oh my god! my girlfriend has no friends!" ryan said loudly. which made will, gabe, and the people around them to laugh.

"im telling her you said that" will smiled mischievously at him.

"shutup smitty. we have a game tonight and she usually sits alone or with my parents but they're not coming tonight so she'd probably like the company!" ryan said. he was honestly just trying to do a nice thing. he knew frankie struggled with the fact she had no girl friends; even though she said it was fine, and dylan seemed nice.

"game?" Dylan said confused.

"oh ya! we play hockey" the freckled boy answered.

"oh thats cool!" dylan said. she had attended a couple games recently due to the fact her sister was dating an NHL player.

"im will, thats gabe, and ryan" the blonde one said pointing the dark haired boy and the freckled one.

"im dylan. and what's your girlfriends number, id be down to go" she said to the freckled one.

"here" he said writing it down and handing her a crumpled paper.

"her names frankie by the way"

"okay, ill text her after class" she said smiling getting back to work.

"what's your major?" will asked her. he didn't want the conversation to end for some reason. she was lowkey his celebrity crush since he was like fourteen and they first started getting famous.

"marketing. you?"

"communications"

"your quite the communicator then" she said.

oh my gosh dylan you sound pathetic what the hell even is a communicator?

what didnt help was that will looked clueless and Ryan and gabe seemed to be biting back a smile acting like they weren't listening.

"im sorry?"

"like, you like communications- like the major" dylan said, trying to save herself but digging an even deeper and awkwarder hole, turning as red as a tomato.

"uhm ya, I didn't really know what major to pick coming in" he said smiling at her. a smile that dylan liked to see.

"well what do you want to be?"

"a hockey player."

"oh... too bad hockey isn't a major huh" she said chuckling at her own joke while ryan and gabe gave her funny looks except will of course, who was laughing at the joke like it was the funniest thing ever said. (thats what your supposed to do when your crush tells a joke)

"and what do you want to be"

"honestly, I dont know. I just want to have the degree so I can have more of a say in the brands I deal with, and all that"

"so you want the knowledge" gabe said, since he's been listening.

"yeah, basically" she said. making eye contact with will who looked to be studying her a bit.

he knew she wanted to say more but seemed to be putting up a wall which was understandable seeing as she just met these boys twenty mins ago.

"well im all done." she said closing up her laptop and standing up.

"maybe ill see you guys later!" she said waving to them.

"look for 6" will said to her.

"six what?" she said confused.

"what?" he said equally confused now

"six of what" she said cluelessly.

"like the number six" he said smiling awkwardly.

"oh!! omg I knew that! okay!" she said grabbing her bag and waving bye to them.

gabe and ryan gave each other a knowing look before immediately chirping will.

"you are such a flirt"

"that was painful"

"and he said I dont know how to talk to girls"

"shutup guys" he said packing his stuff away before leaving. hoping to see her in the stands tonight. her personality was even cuter.

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im so sorry for not uploading! I just keep overthinking everything so I end up just deleting it! but thats just a me problem lol. but I hope u guys like this au. I plan to the it all together.

#nhl imagine #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #nhl imagines #will smith hockey #bc hockey #hockey fic #will smith x reader #gabe perreault x reader #ryan leonard x reader

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year

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The Way You Miss Me | Joel Miller (Chapter Four)

Twenty Years and one apocalypse later and you find yourself in Jackson. Convinced that having found one Miller brother, the likelihood of you finding the other was slim, you were in for the shock of your life.

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings | Mentions of sexual acts including oral but nothing explicit, mentions of violence but again nothing explicit, and that's about it.

Word Count | 4.3K

Authors Note | Gonna be honest this one was a struggle... I've been working on this for over a week and it's certainly not my best work, bit of a filler so I hope it doesn't disappoint but we'll get into more juicy things with these two in upcoming chapters, I promise. Please let me know what you think - pop into my ask and leave some love or leave some comments and love on the post - it all helps!

Spring had well and truly sprung in Jackson. There was a slight warmth to the air which you had welcomed following the harsh winter you’d been through the previous year. The snow had melted, and you were glad to see some of the community out in the gardens preparing the beds for all the fruits and vegetables they would be trying to grow this year.

It had been a long slog for you and your father since the outbreak. Bouncing from QZ to QZ until the last one had fallen. Then you’d been on your own, crossing state line after state line, settling for short periods of time in settlements before moving on, not sure what you were looking for until you’d fallen right on it, quite literally.

It was snowing heavily and neither you nor your father could see you hand in front of your face. You’d praised God for the thick coats you’d managed to scavenge from a family home, but you weren’t likely to last much longer in this storm if you didn’t find shelter. Always in the back of your mind was the fact that your father was getting on in age. His knees were not what they used to be, and you’d noticed he was slower than he had once been. You’d both stopped keeping count of birthdays and years. Calendars were hard to come by in during the end of the world, but you knew it had been at least 20 years. He’d been several years older than Joel at the time of the outbreak and you both thought he was pushing sixty-seven or sixty-eight now.

Trailing through the snow you could slowly start to make out a huge gate with a perimeter around it. Turning back to yell out to your father that shelter was ahead you found him hunched in the snow on his knees.

“Oh my God!” You’d exclaimed but the sound of the wind whipping the snow had covered it up.

You ran as fast as you could back to him, looping your arm under his elbow to drag him up, “Come on dad, there’s a settlement up ahead, it’s not far I promise.”

“Darlin’, just leave me, go on ahead and come back for me with help.”

You were ashamed to admit that you had considered it. He was a heavy man, the years of travelling and trying to keep you both alive had taken its toll on both of you, but you remembered all the things he’d done for you up until this point and it wasn’t an option. He was coming with you or you’d both freeze to death in the storm.

“Come on, just stand up for me,” You begged, “I promise we’ll be there in less than five minutes, please dad.”

You felt him push himself up, using you to steady himself once he’d stood. You point out in front of you to show him the gate you spotted, “It’s just up there, can you see it?” He nodded and keeping a firm grip on your arm you’d continued trekking through the snow to the gate in front of you. It was imposing and huge, you couldn’t see how far the walls went around due to the snow, but the fact that you could see three figures standing on the top, you’d bet inside was a large community.

“What do you want?!” One of the guards had shouted down to you through the storm.

“Me and my father, we just need somewhere to ride out the storm!” You’d called back, “We don’t need to stay, just somewhere warm until this passes.”

You could see the man who had shouted down to you was talking to the other guard who was stood next to him before he made a signal for someone below him to open the gate. Relief flooded over you, in much the same way it did for your father who promptly collapsed to his knees again.

You did the same as before, looping an arm to try and lift him up but this time he was a dead weight. You could see two figures running through the snow to help you, watching as they picked your father up and rushed him through the main gates. You didn’t take in the surroundings as you followed as quickly as you could behind the figures who were carrying your father, only stopping once they’d pushed through the doors of a makeshift hospital and put him onto a bed.

There was silence as they unzipped his coat and pulled down the scarf he had wrapped around the lower part of his face to shield his skin from the cold when one of them stopped dead and turned around to you.

“Tommy fucking Miller?!”

“Holy fuckin’ shit.”

Within seconds you were enveloped into the strongest hug you’d been given in your life and for the first time since the outbreak began you relaxed a little, returning the strong hug back to him.

“How the hell did you get all the way up here?” He asked, releasing you, leaving his friend to care for your father.

“I could ask the same thing about you.” You replied, “It’s a long fucking story.”

At that moment, you’d been tempted to ask about Joel. 20 years and the end of the fucking world and that man was still front and center in your mind. You had almost opened your mouth to ask when your father’s coughing pulled you from your conversation. You rushed to the bed and took hold of his hand as he looked up at you.

“Sorry Darlin’,” He’d spoken softly, “Guess I needed a rest.”

You’d laughed, mainly through the sheer amount of adrenaline working through your veins and not because you found it funny, “You’ll never guess who we’ve managed to find?” You’d spoken, taking hold of his hand before shifting a little to reveal Tommy behind you.

“Well I’ll never,” your father had spoken, trying to lift himself up in the bed to get a better look, “Never in my life did I think Tommy Miller would come to my rescue.”

“I can’t believe you’re still going, old man.” Was Tommy’s response.

That had been months ago and despite saying you’d leave once the storm had passed, the chance at a semi-normal life for the two of you and the fact that you’d found the only friend you thought you had left was enough to make you stay.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Tommy had greeted a few moments after you’d knocked on his front door.

“Morning Tommy,” You replied, “What’s on the agenda today?”

“I need someone to help me scout a new trail down to the power station and back,” He’d explained as you made your way to the stables, “It’ll make life a lot easier for the guys trying to get it back up to 100% but I wanted to check it first.”

In the few short months, you’d been at Jackson you’d not quite found your place in it. Your father had finally been able to retire, spending his days in the rec hall, the church or the bar with the older elderly population, but you’d bounced around from job to job trying to find the right fit.

The school had been your natural first choice, you’d been three weeks into your history master’s degree when the outbreak had happened so thought teaching history would be good for you, until you realized you had despised most children even before the infected took over the world, so you swiftly packed that in. You’d volunteered to help much out the horses and learn about veterinary care, but you hadn’t particularly clicked with any of the other people who had worked there, so you’d settled for following Tommy around, helping with odds and ends where you could.

Once the horses were saddled up and you were out on the trail you realized what a beautiful day it was. The sky was clear, and it was warm enough to forgo the large jacket you’d been wearing through the winter for something lighter. Maria had packed enough food for the both of you to enjoy on the trail later and as always, Tommy had his hip flask with him, hopefully filled with liquid from one of the pre-outbreak bottles you knew he kept at the back of the cupboard at home.

“So, I have something I need to tell you.” Tommy had admitted when you’d tied the horses up to drink and take a break.

“That’s not ominous at all.” You’d replied, gratefully taking the hip flask from him to take a sip.

“I didn’t tell you at the time because it wasn’t meant to be permanent,” Tommy started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “But now it is permanent I wanted you to hear it from me.”

“Okay, the suspense is killing me Miller, what’s going on?”

“Joel is back.”

You hadn’t realized you’d stopped breathing until you sucked in a shaky breath. Suddenly you couldn’t hear the birds or the running of the stream next to you. All you could hear was the blood pumping in your own ears. Joel. Joel was alive.

“What do you mean, he’s back?” You asked.

“He was here over the winter, maybe a week after you arrived but he was gone the next day, so I didn’t think it was worth mentioning, not with your dad and everything, but yeah, he’s back.”

“Does he know we’re here?”

Tommy shook his head, “Honestly Sunshine he’s been here less than two days, so we thought we’d let him get settled, but Maria is going to talk to him whilst we’re out here.”

Tommy had been closed off about Joel since you’d arrived in Jackson. He’d mentioned that they’d run in the same circle for a while until he’d broken off and joined the Fireflies and Joel had ended up in Boston. He’d told you Sarah had died on outbreak day but was vague with the details and that had been about it. You’d not wanted to press for any more information, trying to tell yourself that it wouldn’t help anyway. You’d found one Miller brother, there was a slim chance of finding the other during the end of the world.

“I can’t believe he’s here.”

“I have to warn you sunshine,” Tommy began, “He ain’t the same man he was before all this.”

You nodded, “Are any of us?”

Tommy chuckled, “I don’t think you’ve changed much at all,” He admitted, “I don’t know how you’ve managed it but you’re still this beacon of joy.” An involuntary snort left your nose, “I’ve done shitty things to keep myself alive Tommy, shitty things to people who didn’t deserve to have shitty things done them, but if you let that consume you, what’s the point of any of this?”

“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.” Tommy sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Twenty years is a long time when you’re pretty sure someone is dead, I think I mourned for whatever it was we had long ago, so please don’t worry about me Tommy, I’ll be fine.”

***

Back in Jackson, Joel was sat at the dining table in his new home, Maria sat across from him sipping from a cup of coffee. She’d brought it over for him, something from Tommy’s stash apparently. It was bitter but it had been a long time since he’d tasted his favourite drink so despite it burning down his throat, he followed Maria and took a sip of his own.

“How are you settling in?” She asked.

“We’re fine.”

Maria nodded. She realized Joel didn’t trust her and she understood. If he was going to stay here for good, it would take some time for him to warm up to her. She still couldn’t understand why she had to be the one to tell him what was going on. She had become much closer to you than she could ever see herself becoming to Joel, but Tommy had insisted. Something about the female intuition being better for him in situations like this.

“Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush, Tommy wanted me to talk to you about something.”

“I gathered.”

Maria sighed, “I don’t really know much about it, but he told me there was someone you knew, before the outbreak. A girl.”

Joel had been avoiding her eye contact up until this point, but his eyes shot to hers in that moment. Surely, she couldn’t be talking about you. He’d accepted long ago in those first few months that you were gone. Ripped apart by infected or shot by FEDRA before you could get somewhere safe. It was easier that way. Easier to kill you off in his mind so he hadn’t spent the last twenty years of his life mourning not just his daughter but the woman that had made him feel alive for the first time in years.

“Said you had something going over the summer before all this happened,” He could see she was struggling, “Well anyway, Tommy wanted me to tell you that she’s here, been here a while actually, she and her father arrived probably a week before you rolled in the first time.”

Joel tried not to let him emotion show but he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only had you made it through the end of the world but so had your old man. Of all the people he had expected to find here it hadn’t been either of you.

“Tommy is talking to her today as well so you both know, we didn’t want you to just run into each other and have the shock of your life, Tommy thought it might bring on some kind of heart attack in you and one baby is enough for us right now, we couldn’t handle Ellie as well.” He knew she was trying to make light of the situation and under any other circumstance he probably would have laughed but he was having a hard time keeping his panic under control. He tried to ground himself, taking deep breaths into his chest. What would you look like now? Had the years of hardship been kind to you? Would you have fine lines at the edge of your eyes like he’d always imagined you would from all your smiling? Would you have scars? What had you both done to keep each other alive until now? All questions he was dying to ask you, but no. He couldn’t do this.

Ellie was enough. One person to rely on him. He’d done unspeakable things to get them here and he couldn’t have someone else to rely on him. Someone else to keep safe. Even in the walls of Jackson where you could almost convince yourself the last twenty years hadn’t happened. He couldn’t be the man he wanted to be for you all those years ago.

“Well, I appreciate you tellin’ me Maria,” He spoke finally, “But that was a long time ago and I got other things to be focusing on now.”

“Of course,” Maria was standing up to leave, “I best be going, but maybe you should consider bringing Ellie to the bar tonight, it’s been a couple of days and I’m sure the rest of the community would like to meet the new arrivals.”

He waved her off with a promise they’d think about it, silently knowing he wouldn’t be going.

“So we’re going right?” He heard Ellie’s voice at the top of the stairs, “I’ve always wanted to go to a bar.” “What did I tell you about eavesdroppin’?”

***

You’d been shooting back whiskey since you’d arrived at the bar and it was now settling in your stomach and going straight to your head. Your father was sat opposite you, facing the door. You’d not told him about Joel being here, why you’d kept it to yourself you weren’t sure, but Tommy had explained on the ride back that Maria was going to invite him to the bar that night, get him to do the rounds and meet everyone that he could.

You’d almost considered staying home, but your father had insisted on bringing you out and you knew if Joel was here to stay you couldn’t avoid him forever. You needed to get this over with as soon as you could. That didn’t stop the dull ache of anxiety settling in your chest.

Every time the door opened; you’d watch your father’s expression for the telltale sign that it was Joel that had walked in. About an hour ago a flash of recognition had flashed across his face, but it had just been Mr Grady from the house across from yours. They’d had some idle chatter before the rest of Mr Grady’s family had joined you at the table where they’d been sat for a while.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Your father asked.

“Hmmm?” You hummed in reply.

“Paul just asked you a question,” He said, pointing to Mr Grady, “And you were miles away.” “Oh, sorry,” you apologized, “I guess my head is somewhere else tonight, what did you ask?”

“How was the trail today?” “It was fine, clear apart from some fallen trees but it won’t take much to clear them, no signs of infected or raiders either.”

“Good, it’ll be good for the lads to have an easier way to get down every day.”

You’d nodded, knocking back the last of your whiskey and standing up before the front door creaked open. You almost knew what to expect before you looked to your father who looked almost like he was about to pass out. You turned around, glass in hand and there he was. Joel Miller in all his glory.

He was still tall and imposing, broad in the shoulders, but his hair and beard had a spattering of grey hair and the expression on his face was hard, cold even. Stood next to him was a girl, surely no older than Sarah would have been when you’d last seen her. She had a look of wonder on her face as she took in the bar, the look of wonder every person who hadn’t been around before had when they saw something from the time before this.

You’d been fine until Joel’s eyes snapped to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and the glass you’d been holding fell and smashed on the floor, causing the low chatter to stop around the bar. Everyone was looking at you now, “Sorry.” You muttered, dropping to your knees to pick up the larger pieces of glass, more for a distraction than anything else.

By the time you’d stood up and sat back down in your seat, Joel was at the bar with Tommy and the young girl. Even with his brother you could tell he was tense. Tommy hadn’t been lying when he said he was different.

You’d been half listening when your father had explained that the two of you had lived close to Joel and worked together before everything went down, keeping your eyes trained on his back as he gladly accepted a glass of whiskey from Shane behind the bar. Tommy shot you a look over his shoulder whilst Joel took a drink, somewhere between an apology and a questioning look as to whether you were alright. You nodded softly in his direction that you were fine, or as fine as you could be under the circumstances.

Mr Grady and his family left pretty quickly after that, something about his grandson being out on patrol early, leaving just you and you father at the table.

“If anyone was gonna survive this thing it was always going to be that man,” Your father mused, sipping the last of his drink, “Just didn’t think he’d ever find this place.”

You were half listening to him, giving him a nod in reply as you watched Tommy point to your table. You could have sworn Joel shook his head in response, but you wouldn’t bet money on it but then Tommy was pulling the open lapel of his jacket and turning him round, pushing at the small of his back towards your table.

Within seconds, Tommy, Joel and the nameless girl were stood by your table, and you thought once you might pass out again. The last time you’d seen Joel had been the night before the outbreak. You’d snuck out to wish him a happy birthday which had of course lead to him splitting you open in the back of his truck, pulling three orgasms from you before you’d sucked him off and let him cum down your throat. He’d kissed you goodbye and promised to see you that weekend and that had been the last of it.

“If it ain’t Joel Miller,” Your father greeted, struggling in his old age to stand from his chair, extending his hand out to him which he took, “Welcome back, you old man.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Joel replied, refusing to look at you, “Of all the people I thought to see here with my brother I’ve gotta admit I didn’t think it would be you.”

Your father was still standing, using his hands to steady himself on the table, “Can’t say I can take much of the credit, it’s all thanks to this one.” He nodded his head towards you.

Finally, he was looking at you. You didn’t really know what you’d expected but he was looking at you like he’d never really seen you before, despite knowing the most intimate parts of you and that hurt.

“Hi Joel,” You greeted quietly, holding out your hand which he took just long enough to give your hand a squeeze before letting you go like he’d been disgusted at touching you, “It’s good to see you again.”

He stared at you for what felt like forever until the girl next to him piped up in conversation, “So, can I have a drink?”

“No, you cannot.” Joel was quick answer, “You’re not old enough.”

“Dude, c’mon, it’s the fuckin’ apocalypse, just a little one.”

“Ellie, I said no.”

She looked like she was going to challenge him for a second but decided against it, then she looked to you, “How do you guys know each other?”

You went to open your mouth but your father cut in, “We used to work together, started my business and these guys came along to help with everything, and my girl here used to look after Joel’s daughter in the evenings before she went off to study.”

You watched Joel tense when your father mentioned Sarah, twenty years was never enough time to get over losing your first born.

“I’m Ellie, nice to meet you.” She directed in your direction.

You smiled warmly at her, you already liked this girl, whoever she was to Joel, “It’s lovely to meet you, Ellie.”

“Well, it’s been good to see you Joel, hopefully we’ll see you both around a bit more, but I think it’s time for this one to get me home.”

Silently thanking your father for saving you anymore embarrassment you quickly put your jacket on, rounding the table to loop your arm in his to escort him home. He was perfectly capable of doing it all on his own, but the two of you liked to be as close to each other as possible since his scare in the snow and after years of him looking after you it was only right you were starting to repay the favour now.

“Goodnight.” You spoke softly to Joel as you walked past him, stopping a few seconds near Tommy to agree to help him with something the following day before leaving.

***

Later that night, when Joel had finally gone to bed his mind was racing. He and Ellie had stayed just long enough at the bar to not seem rude before he made his excuse and took them both home. She’d gone up the stairs to her room leaving him at the kitchen table with bottle of whiskey Tommy had given him from his stash.

You hadn’t really changed at all. You’d aged, but even during the end of the fucking world you’d managed to do it gracefully. The smile lines he’d drawn in his mind were exactly where he’d thought they’d be, your hair had a small spattering of greys in it and there was a scar that sliced through your top lip which told him however you’d managed to survive it hadn’t been easy. But you were still you, with those big, beautiful eyes he’d remembered and your soft voice that could have begged him for anything and he’d have given it to you.

He certainly wasn’t the same man, not the man you’d wanted all those years ago on his back porch in the heat. He was old, damaged and had more emotional baggage now than he had back then. He knew he had to stay away from you, he couldn’t allow himself to give into what he really wanted because he knew, deep down, that he would fail. He couldn’t be the romantic man he’d been before, lying you down and spending hours pulling sounds of pleasure from you in his bed, wishing that he could take you out and hold your hand for everyone to see but knowing he couldn’t.

Things were very different now and that would just mean having to keep his distance, he couldn’t risk another attachment, Ellie was enough for him. If only he’d known that a few streets over you were lying in your bed thinking the exact opposite, thinking about how you could get as close to him as possible and rekindle what you’d had, then he’d have known it was all over before it had even begun.

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isalisewrites · 14 days

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Hello! I saw your posts about JKR's bad writing and my eyes were opened! How do you feel about JKR constantly repeating concepts? For eg. in book 4, she highlights the mudblood concept more than necessary. She has to spell out why the Malfoys don't like Hermione when it should be obvious by now. She has to say mudblood is an offensive slur when Draco calls Hermione that in the forest when this was literally done in book 2!

Yooooo, this is a GREAT question. This is such a good issue to look into and to watch out for as a writer, especially if you're trying to write original works. I think this is a great topic for the next post because this is something writers can easily do by mistake. I know FOR SURE I've likely done this for multiple concepts in my own work, especially Terrible, But Great since I've been writing it for over two years now. It's so easy to forget.

In the case of JKR, I suspect it's carelessness or forgetfulness. Chamber of Secrets was published in 1998 and Goblet of Fire was published in 2000... Hang on a minute... Pardon me for going on a tangent, but--

HP1 word count: 76k. Published June 1997

HP2 word count: 85k. Published July 1998

HP3 word count: 107k. Published July 1999

HP4 word count: 190k. Published July 2000

HP5 word count: 257k. Published June 2003

HP6 word count: 168k. Published July 2005

HP7 word count: 198k. Published July 2007

Oh, god. I just learned something today. Well, all right then, there's our reason. THIS is the reason why the writing isn't as strong as it could be in the Harry Potter series. It's because she was writing a book per year for the first four books. I remember her talking about getting stuck for HP5 and that was why it had the largest time difference.

She was rushing the drafting process. I bet she did very little self editing at this pace. You just can't if you're writing a book per year.

Fucking hell, no wonder.

Okay. Quick side tip to all my writing buddies. Yall, don't rush, okay? It's okay to push yourself to reach goals, but don't overdo it. The drafting process is important, but giving yourself the time and space to edit your work will always help you grow as a writer.

Anyway, OP, this was a great topic to bring up and I think I'll go into much further depth with it in the next post of the series. Thank you for this ask!

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 5 months

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I Am All In Rewatch - Episode 1x5

[I mean, if Luke would have been at the counter when Lorelai and Suki are talking about her getting you know, you would have lost your mind.] But I did. I did lose my mind, and I lost it indirectly at Suki and I did say to them, I don't know how you guys ever get any work done. Now he was he can hear. That's his place, he hears, he knows what's going on. He can't show his cards right. He's not going to get you know, weepy about it. He's gonna get pissed....That was indirect anger for Lauren. -Scott

Why is Luke always grumpy? Answer the question why is he grumpy? He's not. He's grumpy because he's in love with a woman that he can't get, who doesn't really respect him. Who and I've been in this situation where somebody said to me, I can't take you seriously at one point in my life when I before I became successful. Um, yeah, I can't take you seriously. You don't even make fifty thousand dollars a year. Yeah, I've heard that. I've heard that, and and and that's kind of how he feels. It's like, she'll never take me seriously. The daughter doesn't take me seriously. And I'm grumpy because I'm never going to get this woman because she's gonna date a million guys and now she's with this Max guy. And every time he resolves it in his own mind just to sort of all right, screw it, except it. [He's liked her for a decade] sixteen years. Okay, so four seasons in he finally kisses her there, finally, you know, it finally happens. That's twenty years he's been sitting there twenty years in love with that woman and not feeling worthy and being you know, knowing that the uh, the gap in class and wealth and is keeping them apart because he's terrified of her He's terrified of her. [I literally just realized because when you first said it in this conversation, you're like, why do you think he's grumpy. It's because he's in love with her. I was like, oh, Scott's being so like dramatic, and now I'm like, oh my god, you've loved her since she moved to stars Hallow] Why yell? Why yell at Suki with so much ferocity for being behind the counter and then getting in Lorelais face and saying, next time you bring her in here put her on a chain. It's it's like, it's like, f you to where you come from. F Max Medina, F your conversations that I can overhear. You don't even have enough respect for me not to talk about this stuff when I'm serving you and I'm been in love with you for you know, sixteen years. It's amazing the guy didn't explode before season two. Just spontaneously combust with all his issues. -Scott

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i have this like one hc that pro-hero work involves a lot of traveling, especially in the beginning. they move here for six months and then there for four and then here for 14 and so on, just to get experience out in the field.

so it only makes sense you and bakugou end things, right at the start of his career.

and it's okay. it is. bc you both love each other and you know that, know that it's not ending bc of any huge, terrible fight that makes you enemies of one another. all the memories you'll carry can stay gold, not tarnished by anything other than the bittersweet distance.

getting used to it takes a little time, that's all; before he was your boyfriend, he was your friend, first and foremost. someone you had inside jokes with and had similar interests you could talk to about for hours, things that you only did with him and no one else. things only he knew. and not getting to tell him exciting news about college or ask if he saw the limited edition, golden age all might nendoroid they're releasing at the end of the year...sucks. it feels wrong, like these are things he's supposed to know, no matter what. things you're supposed to talk about.

you call him five months into his eight month nagoya contract and he doesn't answer. you think maybe he changed his number and didn't tell you, bc he doesn't actually have to anymore. bakugou has always been good about self control, keeping to himself, and it wouldn't surprise you if he's written you off without a second thought—bc this is how it's supposed to be when you break up with someone.

it's not until the next day that you get a text, late in the evening.

[9:26 PM] did you mean to call me

of course you did, but maybe you shouldn't have. hearing the line ring over and over again—it's cemented the realization that he's not thinking about you anymore. that he's moved on and you should too and he probably doesn't want to hear whatever if is you want to talk about. he'll probably just think you're weird. clingy.

yeah, but it's nothing important [9:32 PM]

he reads it immediately and—nothing happens. and you think that's it. hopefully you didn't come off too passive aggressive and now he thinks you're mad that he didn't answer. maybe you should have put an emoji, the little smiling one with the hands to show no biggie ! maybe you should have just said that, or that you couldn't remember the name of that hiking trail you did together two summers ago, but then you googled it and didn't need him anymore. or something.

he calls at 10:03.

your heart is in your throat when you pick up, beating like crazy bc you haven't heard his voice in a while. "uh, hello?"

and he hesitates too; his drawn out inhale doesn’t go unnoticed. "hey."

there's a brief period of silence on the line, some light shuffling on his end. sounds of cars passing, the rare honk of what traffic lingers this late at night. the wind scratches by, audible, and you shiver despite being in your own bed. you imagine him under a dim streetlight, fully outfitted.

bakugou huffs, "you called me?"

"yeah," you blink and sit up, though you don't know why. maybe because this needs your full attention, or because you don't want your voice to get muffled by your pillow. "i was just, uh—my roommate. she asked me if i've ever been to gekikara gourmet festival—"

"oh my god."

it's the exasperation in his voice that makes you laugh, so vivid, exactly as you remember it, and you can picture the face he must be making. "i know, i was like 'oh boy, have i'."

"d'you tell her you puked—"

"—with my head between my knees while sitting on that kiddie slide, yes i did."

he snorts, just the way he did as he patted the back of your head that night, awkwardly, standing beside you with a fist at his side. "told you not to try those fucking noodles."

you agree. "they were making even you sweat, i don't know what i was thinking."

it had been one of your first official dates, and you think all the spicy food didn't help with your restless nerves. it always felt stupid, looking back on it, to be so afraid; you'd known bakugou forever, and the only difference between that night and the many you'd spent before as friends was that he'd kissed your temple, lips red from spice and all. it was just bakugou, you thought. what was there to be anxious about?

and now the silence is making your stomach turn.

"yeah," you continue lamely, "nothing important, it just—made me think of you."

he doesn't say anything. if it weren't for the distant slam of something—a trash can lid or car door—you would think he hung up. he's always had a hard time with his words and you don't really even understand why he called instead of texting. if there was something he wanted to say to you, you aren't sure he could.

"so, i guess i'll let you—"

"y'got a roommate now?"

"uh, yeah." something ugly in your stomach wants there to be jealousy in his tone, and you shake your head to be rid of the thought. because it shouldn't matter. "she's in a couple of my classes. big fan of, like, kpop and stuff."

he snorts again and you can imagine the roll of his eyes, bright with amusement despite the frown on his lips. you love that look on him; so content that it felt out of his character, something he wanted to hide. being the cause of it has always been so sweet. "different apartment?"

"yeah, in a little dorm on campus." he didn't live with you long, just in the time between graduating and when his applications to agencies began returning acceptions. "couldn't afford that place by myself."

bakugou hums, and your eyes swim so suddenly that you have to take the phone away from your head. you wonder if he misses those days as much as you do. the simple life, doing the mundane together; washing clothes in the laundry room downstairs, having to clean the dishes by hand or the dishwasher would flood the tiny kitchen, taking quick showers together so that you'd both get hot water.

it was terrible. it was perfect. the kind of life you could never have, with dynamight.

his voice buzzes distantly and you sniff, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater before putting the phone back up to your ear.

"what'd you say?"

"that—" he huffs, "nothin'." you sniff again, unthinking, and he goes completely silent again. no inhale, no exhale.

he's not stupid. he probably knew this would happen and that's why he didn't want to answer. it was hard enough for him to get the words out the first time ("just gonna be shit, for you to be waitin'. eraser told me not to—won't be able to keep any fucking—and i don't wanna be some jackass that just lets you down all the fuckin' time.")

"sorry," you laugh because you feel awkward, because you didn't mean to force what you've been suffocating on him all at once. "i don't know what just happened."

bakugou mumbles, "s'fine."

you think that even if there was something he wanted to say, he wouldn't know how.

"but yeah," you sigh and scrub a hand over your face again. "no biggie, just thought it was funny when she asked and wanted to tell you. it's actually kind of late and i need to head to bed, but i'll—" talk to him later, is what you want to say, but your stomach drops and you know that it's not that easy. not anymore.

maybe it will be one day in the future, but this is the life you have to live, for now. all you can do is hold onto that hope, as your throat tries to tighten again.

"fuck, i—" he breathes, so frustrated that it nearly becomes a grunt, "y'don't know how—just, goddammit, in three months i'll—"

"i know," you tell him, and you smile like he can see it. in three months, he'll come back, to accept another contract, and then he'll be gone again. if there was a way to make it work, bakugou would have found it. of all people, bakugou would have found it. "it's okay," you tell him.

and it is. it is.

#wow whoops made myself cry LOL #no but like imagine dating him and getting like this taste for such a simple life #the crappy start up after graduating high school #when you can hardly afford you water bill and don't know what to do when the air conditioning breaks #trying to figure out adulthood together #and bakugou just won't get that #by the time he's out of school he's already been a child soldier #faced more in his life than most people ever will #he could never live a normal 9-5 with you and that's probably not even something he ever thought he would want #until he couldn't have it #BYE #on the other end he's gripping the phone and clenching his teeth so tight and curling into himself #as if he could submerse himself into your laugh just one more time #BYYYEEEE #bakugou drabble #bakugou angst #bakugou x reader #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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gummydummy19 · 11 months

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Month three (July): letters to Juliet

Summary: You haven't been able to get Sy out of your head since that dream, So...you decide to write him a letter.

Warnings: none

July 1st 2022 Dear Sy,

I don't know if time is flying by so fast for you too, but it sure is here. I can't believe it's July already... People have been putting up decorations for the 4th. I guess it made me think about you 'our boys over seas' or whatever I guess I thought it would be nice for you to get a little update on the home front. Everything is pretty chill here. The neighbors in 6D just got a dog. One of those tiny ones that look like microwaved tissue. They named him Lester. A pretty 'old man' kind of name in my opinion, but I guess that's fair because he looks about a hundred years old. I haven't burned the place down (yet). Although I did have a pretty close call last week when I tried to make a stir fry. I ended up ordering take-out, just to be safe. I bought some plants too, I hope that's okay. Well, I guess that's that then... I don't know if you're able to write back? Please don't feel obligated tho! I'm sure you're pretty busy? Fighting for the country and stuff...

Sincerely, your favourite roomie

18/7/22 18:47

Dear 'home front',

Your letter was unexpected but welcomed. I hope you enjoyed the 4th of July. I've been sweating my balls off, but aside from that I'm holding on okay. It's weird knowing there's someone waiting for me in my home while I'm here. Well, our home now I guess. 'Lester' is the most 6D name I've ever heard. Speaking of dogs, there's one here that's taken a particular liking to me. The guys here told me her name is Aika. I think her owner was one of ours, a long time ago. She's a tough one, survived on her own here all this time. I started spraying her with green dye, to keep her safe. Kinda works like a life jacket I guess. If we make it out of here together I'm bringing her home, I think you'd really like her.

Sincerely, Sy

July 29th 2022

Dear Sy, I'm glad you got my letter, and I'm glad I got one back. I can't remember the last time I had a penpal. Handwritten letters feel so old. It's nice I suppose. People are online too much nowadays. Oh god, now I sound old. I'm glad you made a friend, even tho she has four legs and a tail, I'm happy she's keeping you company. You better keep her safe, because I'm already excited to meet her. I'm sure Aika and Lester can become friends, either that or she thinks he's a squeaky toy and swallows him whole.

p.s: Aika, if you're reading this, please keep Sy safe as well, because I'm pretty sure the garbage disposer broke and he needs to fix it. Sincerely, your favourite roomie

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A/N; ALRIGHT OKAY I THOUGHT THIS WAS VERY CUTE......

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genericpuff · 8 months

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so, i'd been stalking your blog in silence for the past few days/weeks because i used to be a huge fan of LO (i paid patron, was on the discord, own merch and a volume, spent money on fast past for over FOUR years). but as it happened to most fans, i got frustrated and gave up fastpass, and for a while i was trying to stay away from LO critiques because it just made me mad to realize something that was a comfort thing for me was bad all along (and i didn't wanna go full blown anti-LO) but i just finished reading your analysis on the mid-season finale and oh my god dude.

the retcon on how persephone feels about apollo after over 4 years of seeing her hate him because of what he did nearly pushed me over the edge. i feel sick to my stomach, this has to be among the worst things rachel has done and i just wanna say thank you for bringing it up and talking about it so eloquently. i'm a victim of SA and its comforting to see people in the fandom take it as seriously as it should be.

also LO rekindled is a breath of fresh air, thank you for creating it and putting so much work into it <3

Aw man, it's wild when I see people go through the pipeline of realizing LO has issues, mostly because it's a common attack on the critical community that everyone in it are just a bunch of "trolls and haters", but really, a lot of us started in the same boat as you, myself included. I unfortunately just missed the Patreon era, but I remember when I was a diehard fan of LO, it was one of the biggest facets of my friendship with the person who introduced me to it, I would literally be swiping my app refreshing it over and over again in the last seconds leading up to new updates trying to get the episode to just load, I drew fanart, I even did a tattoo of it once for that same friend who got me into it, and yes, I was really pissed that there was an anti community surrounding it.

It's crazy to think back on those times. I do miss how the comic used to make me feel, but at the same time, I know there's no going back to that time so I try to make the best of what I have now within the critic community, and what I've gained since then in terms of dissecting and discussing literature.

I feel so much for your feelings regarding the SA plot, I'm also a victim of SA so it was one of the biggest plot points that drew me into the comic in the first place, so it was really hard to truly realize what the series had become as the SA plotline took a backseat and the characterizations fell apart. It felt like something that I had gone through - and many others who also related to Persephone's struggles - was being used for cheap drama and that feels especially apparent now with how the series seems to be backpedaling it, or at least, replacing it with different motivations to make Apollo the villain, almost like it's an attempt to distract us from the SA and make us want to see his downfall for reasons that Rachel can quantify in a more black and white "good vs evil" kind of way.

I'm so glad you like Rekindled, I made it for people like you and I who loved LO once upon a time but mourn for what it once was before it turned into what it is now. It's been such a cathartic project for me and I'm so happy that others enjoy it too <3

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Catching Up (With No Murders This Time!)

(I just wanted Shawn and Abigail to like, see each other again and get a little closure since they broke up under such horrible circumstances.)

"Hey, sweetheart. I just wrapped up a case and I just so happen to be next to that awesome bakery you love, do you want- sweet! Uh, no, no Gus with me, your croissant will make it to you with no bites taken out of it. ... No, I'll buy my own so I'm not tempted either. Yeah, well, Selene called and told him Charlie is running a fever so he sped off before I even finished the wrap-up. Oh, gotta go, someone is about to try and get the last Nutella-filled one."

Shawn hangs up and rushes up to the counter as the person who's eyes were lingering on the Nutella-filled croissant is about to order. "You know, I am amazed you guys still make these, because I heard that hazelnuts and chocolate combined can give you hair loss."

The woman freezes, and Shawn almost does a little celebratory shimmy- until she turns around.

Shawn's mouth parts in shock. "Abigail?"

"Shawn?" Abigail blinks. "Are you really..." She leans in and whispers, "Why are you in San Fransisco?"

"I- I uh, moved here. A few years ago with- uh, well with my wife." He holds up his hand. Please don't let this be awkward, please don't let this be-

Abigail holds up her hand, showing off her own wedding ring. "We match."

A tension Shawn hadn't realized he was holding bleeds out of him. "Look at that!" He grins at her. "Who knew us crazy kids would ever find that, huh?"

"Who knew. ... Oh, you um, wanted the Nutella."

"Yeah, if- it's Jules's favorite so I just-"

"Jules? The detective you worked with? ... Actually, that makes sense."

"... Is that a... bad, 'that makes sense'?"

"No, just... it makes sense. Here, uh, I'll have the regular chocolate instead. My husband is allergic to hazelnuts anyway, I'd have to brush my teeth before kissing him, it's... a whole thing."

They order, and sit together while waiting for the coffees.

"So, um... how long have you been married?" Abigail asks before taking a bite of her pastry.

"Let me see, uh... six years, now? ... Holy crap, I've been married for six years. ... What uh, what about you?"

"Four. We met through the program I do, for teaching abroad."

"Ha, that's cool. I'm a detective, I married a detective, you're a teacher, you married a teacher... fits, it-it fits good."

"Yup."

"... Sorry about uh... all the stuff I put you through, back then. Taking you to crime scenes and client's houses was a little-"

"Stupid?"

"I was going to say offbeat, but... stupid works too." They both give a small laugh. Shawn awkwardly picks at his own pastry, Jules's sitting in his lap. There's a beat of silence that's just agonizing.

"How's Gus?" Abigail looks up at Shawn again. "I mean, I just assume you're both still doing the psychic detective thing."

"Oh, Gus is great. He uh, he got married too, about four years ago now, just before the whole uh... pandemic, thing. She's basically a clone of him, but a woman, and they've got a kid."

"Let me guess. You're the godfather."

"Which still freaks me out, by the way. He's a great kid though. Smart and awesome, just like his dad, and it looks like he got The Super Sniffer too. Gus says it's too early to tell, but-" Shawn puts a finger by his temple. The movement feels weird. He hasn't really leaned into the whole "psychic" thing for a few years now, and when he does he usually use the finger-to-eyebrow device anymore. When was the last time he did? ... Dear god, it's been ten years. Ten years since he moved out of Santa Barbara.

"Time really flies," he finds himself saying."

"Tell me about it." Abigail shakes her head. "My husband and I adopted, about two years ago now, and she's just... shooting right up. When she started walking I couldn't believe it."

"Gus couldn't either. I think he showed me the video about a billion times."

"Crying?"

"Absolutely weeping, yes."

"Nice to know some people never really change."

"Mmmm, I wouldn't say that. He's done some pretty badass stuff since you last met him."

"You do know that seems... a little far-fetched."

"More far-fetched than the time we had to prove a polar bear was framed for murder?"

"... I'm not sure if I believe you about that."

"If we had time, I could condense each little weekly adventure into about a forty-three minute story each."

"That's not very condensed."

"... You're right, it's not." Shawn nods, and looks up as the bell on the door jingles- he hears Abigail laugh a little about it and mumble that yeah, people don't really change.

The man at the door spots Abigail and grins. Shawn hones in on a wedding ring, a tie with Abigail's favorite flowers as the design, and hair that just may rival Shawn's own.

"Hey, honey." The man sweeps right over to Abigail and leans down to kiss her in her chair. "Finally sorted out the issue with our plane, we should be on our way day after tomorrow."

"Oh, thank god," Abigail groans, holding her husband's hand as he pulls over another chair to sit next to her. "I'm so tired of hotel food."

"You and me both," her husband chuckles. He looks at Shawn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, um, this is Shawn Spencer."

"Ooooh, you're the guy who took her to a crime scene as a date one time."

"Guilty," Shawn says with a laugh.

"Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. Good things!"

"And some not-so-good things, I'm guessing?"

"No, no. ... Not about you as a person, anyway. Plenty of bad things about your job."

"Yeah, I figured. ... Oh, there's our coffees." Shawn takes his paper tray with 4 coffees (Gus and Selene will need them) and stands up. "Well, this was totally unexpected, but I'm glad it happened. It was nice seeing you again, Abigail."

"Nice seeing you too, Shawn." She smiles at him. "I'm glad you're doing well."

"Me too. Doing well is pretty great. Oh, and, glad for you, I guess."

Abigail laughs again. "Bye, Shawn.

"Bye, Abigail."

He walks out of the bakery, the sound of Abigail chatting with her husband following him until the door closes. She sounds happy. Happy and relaxed in a way that even on their best days, she never was with him. And he's glad.

He's just genuinely happy for her. That's a really, really nice feeling. No jealousy, no feeling of missed chances, no wondering of 'what-ifs'. Just... actual, authentic happiness that she's doing well.

He tucks Jules's croissant into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

"... Hey, babe! Yeah, got the last Nutella for you, and a coffee. ... Yup, that perp was our case. Really? Described being caught by 'some kind of ninjas or something?' Well, babe, as much as I'd love to tell you I've secretly been a martial arts master our whole marriage, you can put in your report that he's absolutely lying because he's very embarrassed. Truth is Gus accidentally knocked over some marble statue onto him while he was chasing me through the art exhibit. ... Can I fill out the statement later tonight? I got coffee for Gus and Selene too. Awesome! I will hang around to tell you who I just ran into, though. Of course I'm neglecting paperwork in favor of personal matters, if I ever don't then your husband has been replaced by a pod person. Okay, love you, I'll be there as soon as I find a ride..."

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obxismylife2 · 1 year

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Homecoming (Rafe Cameron x reader)

"Shit" I tried to get up but my heels wouldn't let me. I slipped on the floor in the hall in Cameron's mansion as I return from work. Ward and Rose took me under their wings after my parents died in a car accident. I heard the front door open and pair of arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me to my feet. The person held my hips for a moment to make sure I was standing firmly on my feet and then let go.

"You have to watch where you're going," said a man's voice. At first I didn't know who it is, but when I repeated his sentence in my head I recognized it was my boyfriend, Rafe Cameron. He was out of the town because of some bussiness problems, he didn't want me to go with him as I had my own work. I told him that I didn't mind and that I'll do the work from my laptop but he insisted.

When I looked up, I saw exactly the eyes I thought I'd see. They were exactly the eyes I'd been wanting to look into for months. It was really exhausting and also very devastating that I hadn't slept next to him for four months. I'd cried myslef to sleep at night. Every night.

"Rafe?! Oh my god!" I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist so I didn't fall. I was eaten alive by excitement and joy. "How come you're home so early?" I pulled away from his lips and jumped on the ground.

"I wanted to surprise my girl" he put on that smile I hadn't seen in a hundred years and looked me over from top to bottom. I missed the way he always checks me up and down. And that smile....oh god. "Oh my god, I can't believe it" I hugged him again, pressing my head against his chest and listening to his hearbeat.

Rafe laughed at my happiness and kissed the top of my head. "I missed you" he whispered and kissed me again. We went into the kitchen, where I wanted to make him coffee but I almost fell to the floor again from the way he lunged at me. "I've missed you so fucking much Y/N" he said between kisses as he kissed my neck and his hands were all over my body. But the longing for him overwhelmed me and I couldn't focus on his presence but on how much I missed him.

"What's wrong, baby? Did I do something?" he pulled away from me and took both of my hands into his. "No you didn't do anything, I just...damn" I punched him in the shoulder. He didn't expect it, but it didn't budge him. He knew exactly why I did it. I fucking missed him.

"Why the hell didn't you call me? Shit! I was so worried about you, I didn't even know if you were alive or..." I couldn't take it anymore and got down on my knees crying. The thought of never seeing him again completely took over my mind and made me cry. I've seen him lying on the ground somewhere in a pool of blood, showing no signs of life, and someone standing over him with a gun in his hand pointed right at him.

"I know and I'm so sorry y/n, I really am, but unfortunately I didn't have time and...well you know I thought..."

"You thought I'd found someone else?" how could he think that? "Yeah" he lowered his head and ruffled his hair in embarrassment.

"Did you think I was capable of finding someone else after all we've been through together? After all the love we've professed to each other?" Rafe and I have been together for over two years now and we have always been there for each other when we were in a part of our lives where we needed help. Often it was Rafe who needed me, but I didn't mind. I was glad he always came to me and let me help him. Even when it was raining outside or midnight, I was glad he trusted me and relied on me. I was glad that I was the only one, who could help him.

"I have no idea what I was thinking, I'm sorry."

"Damn Rafe, I'm not like other girls that cheat on their boyfriend with the first thing that comes along" I scratched my neck nervously until my shirt sleeve pulled down.

"What's that?" Rafe's gaze focused on my bruised wrist. Let me take you back a few days ago.

I was alone in Cameron's mansion, I live with them as my parents died and there was no one to takecare of me. Ward was my dad's friend so he offered it to me and I accepted. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I opened them to see a blonde guy.

"Oh hey, you must be Y/N. I've heard about you a lot. I'm Jake, Rafe's old friend" he held his hand out for me and I accepted it. "Nice to meet you, Jake. What do you need?" I asked politely and leaned against the door. "Is he home?"

"No, he's on a business trip. And he doesn't know when he'll come back"he nodded and scanned me. "May I come inside?"

"Yeah, sure" I stepped aside so he could get in and closed the door behind him.

Half an hour later we're still sitting on the couch in the living room. I had learned quite a bit about him, what he liked and so on, but there was no mention of him having any close relationship with Rafe.

"I'm so sorry but Cameron's should be here any minute so I'd have to ask you to leave" there was something weird about him. I felt it in my belly. "Come on, just a little while longer, please" he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it gently. "Jake, what are you doing?" I knew where this will go, but I didn't wanna imagine that.

"Let's just enjoy our time alone" His hand moved higher and left it on my lower abdomen. "No, you know I'm dating Rafe and I love him" I moved away but his hand was still on me and now moved to the inside of my thighs. "Oh come on, I know you want it" his other hand gripped my wrist tightly.

"Jake, please stop, don't touch me" I pushed him away from me and wanted to opend the front door, but he shut them close and trapped me between the door and his body.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I yelled and kick him into his crotch. He fell down on his knees and I slapped him before I run to the garage, where I saw Ward's car arriving.

"What's what?" I was being stupid.

"What's on your wrist" he lightly touched the spot where Jake had gripped me tightly a few days ago.

"I-it's nothing, don't worry" I turned my back on him and took a mug from the cupboard above my head. This is going to be hard to explain, Rafe's explosive, he can be mad over little things.

"Tell me the name of the bastard who did this to you and I'll wring his neck," he stood firmly with his arms folded and his jaw clenched. He looked kinda scary. I saw his reflection in the small door of the cupboard. We looked at each other through the glass and then I spoke. "No one just...I fell down the stairs, yeah, I fell down the stairs." Well he certainly didn't fall for that.

"Pfff, I'm not falling for that. Who did it? And I'm asking for the last time" suddenly I was out of breath and almost passed out. Rafe grabbed my arms and led me to the chair in the dining room. He leaned his arms against my chair and I sat down in it, needing to calm down properly. He walked around my chair, clasped my hands and knelt down on the floor in front of me.

"A few days ago, when I waas home alone, your friend Jake appeard in front of the door, I said you were on a business trip and then I invited him to talk to him and know one of your friends better" his eyes were focused on mine and didn't even blink. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, I just know it wasn't something good. Perhaps for Jake.

"I said that your parents will be home soon, I wanted him to leave as I didn't feel save near him. But he started to touching me and....he....I'm so sorry Rafe" I wanted to drop my head into my hands but he pulled me into a hug.

"Shhh, don't apologize, I'm with you, it's okay, no one will touch you again" he comforted me like that for a moment and then I pulled away from him and walked over to the shelf where I kept my tissues. He began to walk around the room, squeezing his hair tightly and thinking about something.

"Rafe?" I addressed him after he punched the wall in anger until I feared his fist would fly through the wall. "Fuck!" he yelled until I jumped, startled.

"I will fucking kill him" he started walking to the front door, but I reacted quickly and stopped him right before he could grab the door handle. "No, Rafe, it's fine, I'm fine now that you're here" I assured him, but his eyes were still running between me and the door behind me. "Arou you out of your mind? What if he were to go crazy and try to hurt you again? When I'll be on another business trip? What then?That's it, I'll be by your side no matter what even if I'd have to die for you"

Well, he just made me speechless. His words penetrated deep into my heart and nestled there, like birds in a new nest after their first was destroyed. It traveled from my heart to my brain where it found its way to the part where emotions are and the floodgates were lowered.

"What are the tears for?" all of a sudden his emotion changed, he took my face into his hands and wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

"It's okay, don't worry" I waved my hand at it and smiled widely. "Was it beacuse I screamed? If so, just say it you don't have to be afraid of telling me, you know that?" I could see a fear in his eyes. A fear of hurting me. Verbally. Rafe's never hurt me physically or mentally, he's way too careful with me. But I'm not complaining. He changed his behaviour because of me, which is wonderful.

"It's really nothing, Rafe. Your words moved me. The way you said it, you really meant it" a little smile appeared on his lips as I stroked his face the same way he did to me a few moments ago.

He rested his forehead against mine and then started kissing every inch of my face. I giggled when he was so close to my ear lobes and wrinkled my nose a little. He kissed my on the lips hungrily and then threw me over his shoulder, running straight to his room. He threw me on the bed and in a second he was on top of me, kissing me passionately.

"I missed you so much" he said between kisses and took off my t-shirt I was wearing. "I missed you too" I ran my hands into his hair, tugging on them lightly as his hands were touching every inch of my body.

When I'm saying that he touched every part of my body, I'm not lying. He missed my body as much as I missed his touch on me. The way he runs his hands up and down my torso, kisses me so gently and roughly at the same time, making my lips swolen, or the way he always knows where to touch me or kiss me to make me want him. Want him inside of me.

"I'm not just saying this because it's done in these moments, but because I thought about you every day, every night, I couldn't stop thinking about you, because you are the sun of my life and I can't imagine it without you. And I want to prove to you how much I've missed you Y/N" One of his hands grabbed both of mine, pulling them above my head while the other one pulled up my skirt, exposing me to him.

"Rafe, I want you, I want to feel you in me" I whispered, kissing his lips as he unbuckled his belt from his jeans. I took of my thong as he threw his jeans and boxers on the floor and climbed back on top of me.

"I want you too, baby" without any warning he pushed his dick inside of me, letting me adjust his size after a very long time. "Damn, I forgot how thick you are" I gasped as he started moving slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt me. I love it when he's so gentle even though he likes it rough. I'm not saying I hate it rough, I just wanted to point out that he's not like an animal and he really cares how it feels to me.

"Oh, Rafe, you had no idea how painful it was for me to wait all those months for this feeling of your dick in my pussy" he smiled at me, kissing my lips, and grabbed my hip, pushing it further into the mattress as his other hand was right next to my head, holding his whole weight on it so he didn't crush me.

That's one of the things why I love Rafe so much. He can be gentle, but when it comes to bed he's rough and mean. I like it. When we're out on a date or just chilling he's so sweet you wouldn't recognize him. You'd think it's somebody else who looks exactly like Rafe.

But when we're in bed doing spicy things his personality changes and he becomes very cruel and dominant. He's bossy. And he likes it. He likes when he can take control of me. Giving me orders makes him so horny, that it makes me horny too.

His thrust was short, quick and brutal, the way we both like it. "Fuck, I forgot how perfect your pussy is" he kissed me as passionately as he had never kissed me before and gently squeezed my throat, making me choke a little. I wrapped my legs around his waist and run my hand down his chest. He leaned lower so our lips were touching but we didn't kiss. Our mouths were open against each other as we were fully enjoying the moment.

Rafe took both of my wrists and pinned them above my head with his hand while the other one went down my belly to my clit, rubbing it fastly as we both were close. That movement triggered a budding wave of euphoria with a hint of danger and lust for his touch.

"Oh, Rafe" Rafe was watching me the whole time. He wanted to see my face when he's making me feel good, he wanted to remember it, to drill it into his memory, because he's the only one who can make me feel this good and comfortable. "Oh god, I'm going to cum" I moaned his name very loudly. So what. I was able to as no one except for us was at home.

"Me too, baby" he whispered right next to my ear and kissed my cheek. He loosened his grip on my hands so I was finally able to take his face in my hands and deepened our kiss with my tongue, taking over. He let me be the dominant one as we always fight about it.

We both cum at the same time and groaned each others name. Then we smiled at each other and he left a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Wow, that was incredible, princess" We were both smiling like we were high. It looked like it. "Exactly"we both breathed heavily and when our breaths calmed down we turned to each other and looked into each other's eyes. "You have such beautiful eyes, Y/N" he stroked my cheek and his thumb stopped at my lips, which he then kissed. He put his forehead against mine and we both closed our eyes.

"Marry Me"

"What?" I pulled away and leaned on my elbow, he did the same. I was startled by his question.

"Marry Me"

"What are you babbling about?" he must be drunk or high or both. Why would he want to ask me that? I mean, he's no THAT type of the person who would want a wedding.

"I'm serious. Marry me" when he's messing with me his pupils are always a little smaller than normal, but now they were bigger. And when you see something you like or think of something or somebody they grow bigger.

"Don't you think it's too fast?"

"If it's too much for you, say so"

"No it's not about me, it's about you, I don't want you to get involved in something you'll regret later"

"Like marrying you? I'd never regret that, trust me" He sat up, turned around and started picking at his pants, then knelt down on the floor and turned to me with the box in his hand and opened it.

"Holy cow, Rafe" I sat up quickly, my hands covering my opened mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N, from the moment I met you I felt you were the one I wanted to stay with for the rest of my life. I want to be by your side every day, I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night, I want to be there for you in your worst moments, I want to be your support, I want to protect you as best I can. I love you with all my heart and I will never let anyone hurt you in any way."

I was quiet. I wanted him to finish his speech.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" I couldn't speak at all through the sobs that came from my throat, I couldn't even see him through the tears in my eyes, it was just a blurry silhouette. I wiped my eyes and tried to answer.

"Yes, a hundred thousand times yes!" I had never seen such a smile as the one that appeared on his face now, he was so happy that I wanted to cry again. He put a heart-shaped opal diamond ring on my ring finger of my left hand and gave me the sweetest and most sincere kiss I had ever received from him.

"Oh my god Y/N I'm so happy! I can't believe you really said yes" He hugged me tightly while I was admiring the ring on my hand when I noticed something.

"Is something wrong?" he asked when he noticed me examining the ring in detail. "No nothing, it's just that..." The ring said You're the light of my life. My eyes were full of tears again that wanted to stream donw my face. Rafe saw that I noticed the writing and hugged me tighter.

"I can't believe how much I love you" I sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. "I love you more" he said after we pulled apart and kissed me on the back of my hand. Then we both fell asleep together in each other's arms.

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aching bones, aching teeth [05]

masterlist [socials and TW's]

PAIRING — Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

CHAPTER SINOPSIS — A reunion ball takes place on your old school. A reunion of memories burn your mind.

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. Please read the tw's first! Thank you for reading :)

2021

— So, what does it say?

You asked, looking at the cards in front of you. Only one could be read clearly from where you stood: XXI the world; The others weren’t very readable, but you could recognize a knight in one of them.

You were never one to believe in other things rather than God, but you needed a signal, it didn’t matter where it came from.

In the past, it would come with pretty lips and bangs, nowadays you had to contempt yourself with cards.

— The world usually means a completion of cycle, a chance to inspire others with what you’ve learned, however, your card is on reverse, which means you haven’t truly accepted the end of it yet. You are stuck.

You put on a facade, feeling your stomach start to boil with anger. Not over the tarot lady, but at yourself, at the truth.

Stupid plane, stupid game. Stupid heart that didn't know when to stop loving and when to start thinking.

You couldn't even watch a football game without balling your eyes out, how embarrassing was that?

— The eight of wands is about action and accomplishment, it talks about coming to terms with transformation of one’s own relocation or even, well, sexuality… — she keeps going, like she hadn't filled your mind with questions and worries — Now, the knight of swords… I can see you went through really hard conflicts — externally and internally — but this says for you to keep going, to maintain your pace: things will run smoothly as long as you keep going.

Keep going? Isn't that what you had been doing over the past years? Just surviving without exactly living?

You had never left the woods, not truly. Your mind was still in that cabin, your heart was still buried five feet deep in that mud, your soul was locked within the trees.

You were more lost in society than you were in that desert of hope.

— So, you have loved her for thirty eight years?

The madam needs to hold out her surprised face, perhaps even a mock disbelieving giggle after hearing your confession.

— No, we've met thirty eight years ago — you correct her, shaking your head — I've loved her my whole life, I just wasn't aware of it yet… but she was there, on the lucky coin on the ground to the kind words of strangers and being at the right place on the right time. She has always been there.

When you arrived at your house, it was more silent than normal.

You took a deep breath, going to your room to take a warm bath.

Your problem was your simplicity: to love Lottie was as simple as your lungs working, automatic. Well, automatic until you remembered it, then you got too self conscious and the Lottie-oxygen was ripped off you.

You stared at the dollhouse on the corner of your (filled with trinkets and blankets) room, frowning when you realized four dolls together. It wasn't exactly surprising, you've caught Misty and Natalie's doll together a couple of times, the same with the little Shauna and Taissa, but the four of them? Oh, that was different.

You looked at the clock. Strange. It wasn't very common for them to be so on time, but you wondered if things had changed.

Yes, perhaps they weren't the ones you've once known.

After the bath, you get yourself ready with an outfit you've picked three weeks ago, when the reunion ball had been announced. Twenty five years later. Twenty five.

A whole life.

You call a taxi, and you get to the school.

However, you stood in front of the building, unable to move, whether to enter or to leave. You just stood there, with a lost sight and aching heart.

An empty cage of flesh staring at the past.

It wasn't long till you found yourself in some company.

Natalie stared at you with those indifferent eyes of her, you wondered which one of your sins she was undressing.

— You saved me once, then tried to kill me.

Her voice was low, heavy on your ears as she smoked a cigarette.

— Well, don't be so upset, you're not special… — you giggle, nervous and anxious about the interaction, perhaps even embarrassed — I've done the same with Shauna.

— yeah, but it's different, you and I, it was different, — Nat shakes her head, not able to look you in the eye — we were truly friends.

— I'm sorry for upsetting you, Nat.

She giggles lowly.

— That's different than apologizing for doing it, — her eyes now are on you, angry — you can't even bring yourself to say it, can you?

You take a deep breath, looking at the floor like it has all the answers.

— I ask for your forgiveness like I ask God's one. — she waited for the “but” — I won't lie while trying to redeem myself, I cannot be sorry about anything I've done on her will.

Not even the devil had fallen as hard as you.

1996

You hold the meat on your palm, the blood running down your hands like red gloves, you have tears in your eyes, streaming down your face as you sob quietly. You didn't mind being the cook, having to be the one to take out the animal from the meat —be the one responsible for the others feeling a little bit more normal about the nerves and feet on their tongues. They could pretend they didn't know where it came from.

But you? You could never not remember the eyes of the rabbits, and the cheek of the deer.

However, you did mind today's date: you were supposed to be at the stage, dancing under the spotlight, waiting for Lottie backstage, waiting for her to give you a bouquet of flowers.

You wonder who got your solo — you wonder if you will ever be in the center of people's eyes again.

Lottie was watching you from inside the cabin, staring at you with care, her head resting on the window. She wished she could open a hole on time and freeze you two there together, perhaps in that way your worries of the future, present and past wouldn't cloud your happiness.

She wished she could morph her body into a wood platform and give herself for you to shine. She would make everybody in that cabin stop what they were doing to watch you, she would make sure everyone would clap at the end and smile during it.

But she couldn't, she couldn't make you dance when all you were thinking was how hungry everybody was, how soon it would all get to an end. You never said it, of course, too gentle and kind to confess your loss of hope, but Charlotte knew. She always knew.

And she needed to do something for you.

Something to change what she had seen —not your dance, but you in her visions.

You on a plate.

When Lottie got closer to you, you first felt the touch of her hands on yours.

When Lottie smiled, you felt your heart explode into a thousand needles.

When Lottie got even closer, with her lips shaking, you felt like you could ascend to heaven for being known by an angel.

And when she kissed you, everything sang. You felt like her lips could end wars — but, who knows, perhaps start then too. There wouldn’t be enough warriors for all the Troy’s she would make fall under her touch.

If beauty had been born in the ocean with Aphrodite, under Lottie’s touch Venus had been reborn.

You would put your own blood on the cabin's door to save Lottie from her own sins — you weren’t sure what you would do to save yourself, but you weren’t able to think about it that much: there were thousands of screams in your ears.

Had you already been sent to hell?

— Breath, Lottie, it’s okay.

You stood silent while holding your hands on the girl’s ears, trying your best to mute Van’s screams. You turn your head around, not able to look at Charlotte’s hurt expression. Your eyes meet Jackie’s and you two share an understanding look.

Your heart ached for Van —she had done what you would've done too: follow your heart to the depths of the woods.

You put Lottie’s head on your shoulder, hugging her tightly and, when the screams ceased, you stared at her again, taking a deep breath.

God would make a fifth hell if he knew how sinful you were; if he knew how your only true devotion was to Lottie’s soul.

You didn’t mind it though — nothing could be warmer than her embrace.

You came back from Misty, bathroom time, the trees in the walk there had ripen a piece of your dress that you instantly tied to cover.

But Charlotte saw, she looked at your scraped knees, almost in living flesh.

— applepie... What have you done?

Both your eyes widened — one in surprise, the other in fear.

— I mortified.

— I know what it is, what I want to know is why.

You didn't have the courage to look her in the eye, you barely had the courage to stand up, to stand in the sight of your best friend.

— I, I...

— You don't even have the courage to admit it, because you know you shouldn't. It's different with us, don't you realize? You're not afraid, you're not afraid because you know you're not wrong, or do you think we're wrong? Do you think we should suffer and die just because we love someone different than what is expected?

Charlotte's questions went on and on, Your head began to spin, you felt dizzy, your stomach in your throat, your heart devastated.

— No! I don't think we should die, that's the problem, Charlotte! —you shouted back, thick tears streaming down your face, your hands shaking from the adrenaline rush in your body — That's the problem, I can't think it's wrong... I can even make a mistake, then I ask for forgiveness, repent and never make it again, but this? But us? Oh, Charlotte, I sin and I want to sin again and again and again. I look to the heavens and I can't see any god greater than you, I can't believe that there is anything more divine than your lips on mine... don't you see how wrong that is? How can I commit countless blasphemies just because I love you?

— Love isn't a sin, it's salvation, darling...

— So why do I feel so dirty? — your speech was interrupted by crying, which intensified when Lottie's arms gripped you tightly in a strong, secure embrace.

— Because they made you feel this way, because they're the ones who made up the rules, that doesn't mean they're right rules, — Lottie moved closer to her best friend's face, putting her hands on you, holding your cheeks — if it was something that needed a cure, why would God have made you sick from the start? No one is born to suffer, sweetheart. Not even the lamb.

You wanted to kill her.

You truly wanted to kill Laura Lee, but not in a dictionary definition of killing, you wanted to lock her in the forest cage you all were in and deny her freedom of choice. You wanted to murder her hope and stupidity.

To think of flying was one thing, to actually open your wings and decide to jump was another one, very different.

— I want to go with you, — you cry out, eyes stained with tears, your cheeks burning — Leonard won’t mind sharing the seat.

Laura smiled sweetly at you, her hand going to yours.

—You need to stay and pray here, — she answered, a lovely smile on her face — besides, Lottie needs someone around.

— You need someone too.

— I’ll always have you two. And you two will always have me.

Her response is the end of the conversation, and you take a few steps away, going to Lottie’s embrace to watch Laura Lee go.

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 10 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: ummmmmmmm dont hate me i love you all sorry its been so long ://////////// but alas. THE TAILGATE PARTY! and yeah, its a long one. and YEAH there's some angst...

tw: cursing, lukas being creepy per usual, a wee bit of angst

The next morning, Kendall got on a flight back to New York while Stella stayed in Los Angeles for a few meetings. Her pilot was done and she was going to meet with her literary agent. The Delirium cast also wanted to get together for "Friendsgiving", but it was really just a photo op with food. Not that she didn't love a photo op, but the hot topic at this year's feast was surely going to be Stella's new relationship.

Most of the cast, including Stella, was relatively unknown before the show aired, so when one of them was in the news, it was always talked about. Her costar went on a date with Gigi Hadid once six months ago and everyone still talked about it. Now Stella was dating a billionaire and entrenched in his infamous, fucked up family.

Especially if Ken and Roman got the company...

Now that she was with Kendall, she really never needed to work again. They both knew that. But work was fun and Stella yearned to have her own success.

Unfortunately, that meant attending Delirium Friendsgiving. And about a hundred questions regarding Kendall. The worst part was, everyone knew she had been developing and writing a show, yet no one asked about it.

"How did you even meet?"

"I bet he has a giant dick."

"Did he buy you those earrings? I've never seen you wear Cartier."

She tried to answer honestly, because that was the best policy, right?

It was a little weird to be the center of attention, but Stella couldn't help her blush every time someone asked her a question about Kendall. Then there were the five shots she had taken.

"So, like, what's the endgame?" A costar's boyfriend asked her.

Stella froze. She had never let herself think of the future with Kendall because it didn't seem like there would be one. Sure, it was fun and they had a good time together, but would they really last? They laughed about their wedding, but did he actually plan on getting remarried one day?

But they were in love.

Love so sweet it made her stomach turn.

It wasn't just a relationship she could get over. He was going to be on her mind forever, driving her crazy.

After a lull in the conversation, Stella mumbled and excuse and ran to the bathroom.

Kendall picked up on the second ring. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted to hear your voice."

Kendall smiled, and she can hear that through the phone. "How's your friend giving?"

"Friendsgiving." She corrected him. "And it's good. I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah." She pauses, "I love you." The alcohol she had been drinking that night was definitely kicking in. Tears were threatening to fall.

"Are you, uh, okay?" Kendall laughed knowingly. "Are you drunk, honey?"

"God, I'm so sorry! I'm so dumb. I--"

Kendall chuckled. "It's alright."

"Someone asked me what our endgame was and it freaked me out."

"What the fuck is that?"

"Right!? So dumb."

"No, like actually. What is that?"

"Oh." She laughed. "It's like our future."

"Why are you scared about our future?"

"I don't know..ugh...I'm just fucking drunk."

"Well, when I talk about the big wedding I'm being serious, you know that, right?"

She blushed. "I know."

"Whatever you want, okay?"

"I know, Ken."

"The endgame is good, you got it? Fuckin, uh, to the moon."

Stella laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too. See you tomorrow."

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The next morning Stella was hungover as fuck, slumped over in her seat on the semi-private.

Even with her designer sunglasses on (thanks, Kendall) it was still way too bright. Thankfully it wasn't a full flight and Kendall insisted on semi-private travel, but when she landed, Stella only had four hours to get ready for the Tailgate Party.

Delirium Friendsgiving just had to be the night before the election.

Kendall had to laugh when she showed up at the penthouse in sweats and sunglasses, still wearing makeup from the night before.

"How was your night?"

Stella reluctantly pulled her sunglasses off. "Fun, but tiring." She wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in his scent. It was getting hard to be without him and she didn't know what to think.

"The glam squad is here." He pulled away, chuckling at her disheveled appearance. Stella looked behind him, noticing that they were definitely not alone.

"I guess I should probably get ready." She turned, "Fuck."

"What?"

"I totally did not bring an outfit." Stella started to panic. It was at least twenty minutes on the subway to her place and then twenty minutes back--

"Well, good, because I got you one."

"Of course you did." Though she was disappointed in herself for not planning ahead, whatever Kendall got her was definitely nicer than whatever Zara pantsuit she had in her closet.

"I need to shower, too."

Kendall raised his eyebrows at her.

"We have less than four hours, Kendall. Absolutely not."

He leaned in. "I'll just have to eat your fucking pussy in the limo again, I guess."

"Rude!" She gasped. Pushing past him and to the shower.

"You'll miss me."

Four hours later, they were all glammed-out, driving through Manhattan in a fancy black SUV. Stella kind of expected some oral, but Kendall insisted on explaining the ins and outs of who was attending the party.

"And then there's Matsson." He grumbled, running his hand down her thigh. "He's the fuck that's trying to buy us out. The GoJo guy."

"Oh. Is he definitely coming?" Stella could barely picture his face. She remembered seeing him on Twitter. Matsson was some hot Swedish guy with a tech app.

"No, but I just have this fucking...feeling." Kendall looked out the window. "He always seems to show up where he's not wanted."

"And you said Shiv and him are kind of close?"

"Yeah." He breathed. "I don't know the details. They're like, fucking or something."

"Didn't you say she was pregnant?"

"Me and Rome think so. She hasn't been drinking and something is off and the whole fuckfest with Tom..." He looked up at Stella, who was frowning.

"I'm sorry your family is like this."

"I know. Me too. But like, uh, we're the Roy's, so."

"I get it."

"And you know as much as I'd love for you to be on my arm all night, I have some fucking, uh, business to do."

"I know." She ran her hand down his arm. "I'll make some friends. Maybe I'll hang out with Greg."

"Oh, God, please don't. That guy's a fucking leech."

Stella laughed, "Isn't he family?"

"Unfortunately."

She was quiet for a second. "Speaking of..." she slid her hand over his. "My mom wants to meet you. And my brother."

Kendall's stress seemed to melt away at her statement. "They do?"

"Yeah, I mean, my mom's having Christmas in Westchester next month and my brother is bringing his husband." She smiled. "My family's quite small but it'll be fun."

"And they want me to come?"

Stella's grip tightened on his hand. "Yeah, Ken. They're obviously a little confused, but they want to meet you."

The last time he had Christmas with normal people was when he was dating Rava, but Kendall didn't share that with her.

He didn't really know what to say. "Wow, Stell--"

"I know you probably have some Waystar party or family thing, but if you wanted a low-key Christmas, Westchester is available."

"I don't know what to say." Kendall gave her that toothy smile she loved so much. "It sounds amazing." He kissed her sweetly, "With the shitshow that is the sibs right now, I doubt we'll be doing anything for Christmas."

"So it's a yes?"

"Tentative. I'll text Jess."

"Of course." Stella laughed, but she was relieved Kendall didn't laugh at the concept of the Holidays with non-famous people.

They were silent for a few minutes, listening to the rap Kendall always had on in the car. Stella swore she could hear her heart beating. The car slowed to a stop at a fancy high rise apartment building. There were a few other cars around them, all with important-looking people stepping out.

"You ready?" Kendall asked, but her answer didn't matter.

She nodded, but spoke, "I still feel unprepared."

He grabbed her face gently and gave her a reassuring kiss. "It'll be good, Stell. Trust me."

Kendall got out first and held out his hand, as if she was making her grand entrance. In reality, there were only like four photographers, which really didn't bother Stella at all. It was a good launch. Not too hard, not too soft.

Cameras flashed around them, but Kendall kept his grip on her hand. He pulled her into the building as fast as he could, but obviously, pictures would be on the internet anyway.

"Well I guess you're my real boyfriend now." She said, following him to the elevator.

"Welcome to the good life."

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"Oh, good, you're here." Roman said to Kendall, then looked to Stella. "And so are you." He faked a smile. "Playing trophy wife tonight, are we?"

"Nice to see you Roman."

"I'm not gonna lie." He said, "You've lasted longer than I thought. Weathered the Daddy Death Storm."

Shiv stood next to him. "Glad you're here. It's become a little bit of a sausage fest." She gave Stella a side hug.

Kendall smiled at her. He knew how much his siblings' approval meant. That being said, Stella knew the sibs needed their space.

"I'm going to get a drink. I'll see you later?" She said to Kendall.

"Yeah, uh, when things quiet down I'll find you." He kissed her. "I love you."

Stella blushed, knowing Kendall's siblings were right there and were listening.

"I love you too."

Stella walked off, looking around for a waiter. Though she was hungover, a drink was necessary to get through a night like this. Sure, she could mingle, but could she impress some of the most powerful people in the city? Her plan was to lie low and try to find Willa or, admittedly, Greg. They were easy to talk to and their opinions didn't matter. She didn't want to say the wrong thing to somebody important and fuck something up for Kendall.

Luckily for Stella, Willa found her first.

"Stella!" She called from the couch, beckoning for her to come.

It was a relief knowing someone at the party actually wanted to talk to her.

"Hey!" Willa gave her a big hug. "I was hoping you would be here tonight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's nice having another...non-Roy...here."

"I get it. It's overwhelming."

"How have you been?" They sat together on the couch with their drinks. "I wasn't sure if you'd be back after the wedding."

"No! Your wedding was gorgeous, I was so happy to be there."

"We appreciated you staying." She leaned in. "Don't say anything. But Con was crushed."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"I wanted to say," Willa gave her a reassuring smile, like the older sister Stella never had. "We're in this together. Everything you're going through, I had to do too. This family is hard. You're just lucky you didn't have to meet Logan."

Stella smiled back. "Thanks, Willa. I really appreciate that."

"I'm also really impressed with your work. Have you ever thought about going into theater?"

Stella was a bit confused, but remembered Kendall's warnings about Willa and her play. "Uh, I never really--"

"Everybody. Welcome one and all!" Tom's voice squeaked into the penthouse. "Uh, Ken, take it away."

Stella giggled at how little autonomy Tom had at his own party, in his own apartment.

"Thanks, Tom. Thank you. Okay, welcome, everybody." His voice boomed through the space, unlike Tom. He had told Stella he was going to do a "small toast" at the beginning, but honestly she didn't know what Kendall's definition of small was. "All right. Who we got here? Who we got here?"

"Carly Flight. Oh, shit. All right, okay. The Pod Goddess. Everybody watch out for her. Careful what you say." He earned a laugh from the room. Stella was kind of starstruck that Carly Flight was there. She used to listen to her podcast when she was driving back and forth to Delirium shoots.

Kendall continued. "Larry, Mary. Lovely. Lovely to see you guys. Uh, who else is here? Who's here? Len. Len giveth and Len taketh away." The crowd laughed again. Stella's heart swelled with pride. That was her boyfriend.

"Watch out for Len. Uh, my guy, Nate Sofrelli, saw the polls this morning and moonwalked here." Nate Sofrelli...that was a hot button name for the family, if Stella remembered correctly. Ex-lover of Shiv and obvious enemy of Tom, but Ken had to shmooze with him big time that night.

"Our best to Gil and Jimenez." Kendall laughed. There was a beat before he cleared his throat. "Uh, we have another special guest in attendance," He looked around the room before his eyes landed on Stella. "My uh, very amazing girlfriend Stella is here." The room quieted as everyone looked at her. "Yes, you probably recognize her. Delirium is up for a Golden Globe, right?" There were murmurs around her. Stella blushed, unable to look anywhere but to Kendall. She raised her glass and nodded. What else could she do?

"She's helped me get my head on straight these last few months, because, uh, it's our... it's our first tailgate party without the big guy. But, uh, we're still gonna live it up. As always, kettle corn, over there," He pointed to a bag of kettle corn with a few American flags sticking out. "Will be shipped to whoever is closest to tomorrow's electoral count. And, uh... Yeah, this is a tough one. But, uh, we're all gonna stay sane, and we're all gonna stay friends. Yeah? Thanks to my sis for hosting." He raised his glass to her.

The crowd erupted in cheers for Shiv, who raised her glass back to Kendall.

"We didn't know what to do this year. Um...you know...we watch history. We make history, and then one day, we become it. So, can I just... I'd like to ask you all for a moment of silence, if we could, in memory." He bowed his head.

Stella didn't necessarily feel comfortable sharing a moment of silence for the man that was Logan Roy, but she kept her mouth shut. She didn't have to, though, because the door to the penthouse was thrown open, revealing a group of European-looking people. Leading the pack was a tall, attractive blonde man wearing a golden tracksuit.

Kendall faltered a bit, clearly thrown off by the presence of GoJo. He recovered, putting on a fake, welcoming smile. "Uh, it's okay. Hey, man. So, VIP in the house. Mr. Matsson, how are you? Welcome."

They traded a few quips back and forth, but Kendall got control of the situation quickly and ended the toast. Stella watched him stomp away, the Sibs on his toes.

Connor appeared, taking a seat next to Willa. "Roman just offered me ambassadorship to drop out of the race."

"What?" Willa looked shocked. "You can't drop out."

"I told him that the UN is more my speed." He looked at Stella and grinned. The man was truly delusional.

It made sense to her, though. Mencken was Rome's candidate, and the ConHeads were taking votes away.

"I think you should squeeze Rome for all he's got." Stella said. Not that she wanted Connor Roy anywhere near the UN, but watching Roman sweat and Mencken lose would be everything to her.

"I think you're right." Willa said. "Ask for more, Con."

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Stella left Willa and Connor to talk more about his ambassadorship. Maybe she could strike up a conversation with Carly Flight if she was able to get close enough. She weaved her way through groups of people, getting more than a few glances. Though it was Shiv's apartment, Stella kind of felt like the queen.

Yelling from downstairs peaked her interest. It sounded kind of like Greg, but he was...chanting? A frustrated woman with dark brown curls stomped up the stairs. Stella recognized her as one of Matsson's minions. The woman pushed past the crowd to the balcony, Kendall following her. Stella felt an anxious pit in her stomach. Her cheeks reddened a bit with jealousy. Why was Kendall chasing after an attractive foreign girl?

Stella shook it off, but Kendall definitely followed the woman to the balcony alone. Of course, it was probably business-related, but she couldn't help but worry. Though she loved him, he had a habit of going towards shiny new things.

Her half-drunken thoughts started to spiral when she heard her name being chanted like before.

"STELLA! STELLA! STELLA!" She looked down the stairs to see Greg and Matsson sitting with some other men. Shiv was right, it really was a sausage fest.

"Uh, hi?" Stella crept down the stairs, giving the group a nervous smile. Matsson had watched her descend from the stairs and now had looked her up and down.

"Kendall has good taste." His Swedish accent pierced her eardrums.

"Excuse me?" She something inside of her snapped.

"And she bites?" He pretended to growl. "Come sit."

The thought of Kendall and the GoJo woman flashed in her mind.

"Okay." She said. The only available seat was next to Matsson.

He turned to her and held out his vape. Stella smirked, revealing her own. She stuck it in her mouth and sucked for maybe a little too long. Matsson eyed her every move.

"I've seen you before." He said. "Delirium fan edits do numbers on my app."

"They do." There were millions of Delirium fancams and edits on GoJo.

"You watch them?" Lukas moved closer to her. "You like to watch yourself?"

"Maybe. I think I'm quite good at my job."

"I think you are too. But I think," he turned to his minion, "I think you could do better."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"We're working on a streaming service--once we get Waystar."

Greg started to speak, but Lukas cut him off. "I think you could be a fucking star."

Stella bit her lip. It was a little much, but she kind of liked it. "You think so?" She obviously was shitting him, but still, he fascinated her a bit.

"I do."

There were footsteps behind him and he moved away from Stella at the sound.

"Oh, um, hello. What the fuck kind of crossover is this?" Shiv asked. It was a weird group, for sure.

"Hey! There she is!" Matsson exclaimed.

"Hey."

"Welcome to the kid's table!" He motioned to everyone.

"Can I, uh, talk to you for a second?"

"Oh, yeah. Is it time to up the periscopes?"

"Um, yeah."

"Sorry to break up the brains trust."

Matsson nodded, then looked to Stella. "My people will be in touch."

"Your people? Lukas what the fuck?" Shiv said, dragging him behind her.

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Eventually Stella was sitting with Connor, Willa, Lukas, and the GoJo woman, who introduced herself as Ebba.

Lukas was getting more intoxicated, and with Ebba clearly upset with him, he sat next to Stella.

It wasn't exactly her ideal seating arrangement.

"Hey superstar." He slurred. "How'd Kendall Roy land someone like you, huh?"

"Lukas." Ebba scolded.

"I mean, everyone wants to know, right?" Lukas said, his voice getting louder. "You didn't meet on Raya, did you?"

Stella stared him down.

"Or is it like a sugarbaby thing? I'd be into that, for sure."

"It's not--"

"Well it's definitely his billions of dollars, but what else?"

"Maybe because he doesn't wear ugly tracksuits and last season's Nikes." She spat at him.

"Again with the bite!" He said. "I like that."

"I'm sure you do."

"I know you think he's the future." Matsson whispered. "He's not."

"He is." Stella insisted.

"You think once I claim the throne I can get the queen, too?" Lukas leaned closer to her, staring at Ebba across the room.

Stella inhaled. A long time ago she swore to never let guys like him get to her.

"You fucking wish."

"I do." He turned his gaze to Stella, "You find me attractive, don't you?"

"Lukas!" Ebba shouted.

"I think you're a douche."

"Ah, that's not what I asked."

She didn't think of a response before Roman interrupted and started to berate Connor.

"Everyone in this room thinks you're a fսcking joke." He yelled, "So tell your "wife" to shut the fսck up, cover her shoulders, and pack a fսcking bag for Oman, okay?"

Kendall appeared behind him, putting his hands on Roman's shoulders. "Rome. Rome."

Roman shook him off, glaring at Connor. Connor exclaimed that Willa was the only one who believed in him and he was going to continue to run.

"You got my vote, a hundred percent, if I could vote." Matsson laughed.

Connor and Willa stormed off, leaving Stella and Matsson on the couch. She immediately got up and walked to Kendall's side. He glared at Matsson.

"Hey."

"Hey." She smiled. "How did everything go?"

"Uh, fucking, not sure." Kendall laughed. "I think good."

"Good." It was so nice to have him there, finally.

"How was your night?"

"Um." She looked at Lukas. His advances did kind of ruin her night.

"We had a great time, right Stell?" Lukas said, raising his vape.

Kendall's jaw tightened at the nickname.

Stella rolled her eyes at Matsson. "I'll tell you about it later, Ken."

Kendall tried to protest, but was interrupted by Lukas, who complained about New York. They traded sarcastic comments, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. Everyone wanted to get a piece of the action.

"But you, man. Your numbers. Exploding, right? Like, literally unbelievable."

"Well, thank you. Thank you. And congrats to you as well, 'cause I hear your numbers are gay."

"My numbers are... are what?"

"Gay."

They retorted more, but ended up hugging. Seeing Kendall hug the man who had been harassing her all night was the last straw.

That was it for Stella. She excused herself and kept walking, even when Kendall called after her. It was just too fucking much. She was drunk and high and hungover and wanted to go home. Lukas was creepy and Kendall was only in business-mode. Willa and Connor had left and Greg was bragging about firing Waystar staff. People were offering up ambassadorship like it was candy. Life was not supposed to be like that.

She walked out of the building and caught a taxi, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. For the first time that night, she checked her phone.

Of course there were thousands of notifications, all about her entrance to the party with Kendall. They were official now, according to the media.

Great.

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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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Not a request, but just a little something I've been working on

Scribbled Scars

Vash x left handed! Reader

(Not that it technically matters)

"Stay at the Inn", he said. "It's too dangerous today," he said. But what about this mind boggling boredom?

You tossed and turned on the bed, staring at the four walls of the room with increasing frustration. You were on the border of throwing a tantrum like a toddler, just to have something to do. Vash had been gone all day, and you'd had enough of trying to entertain yourself.

You noticed a pen and notepad on the desk. You got up, and began to doodle on the paper. You drew him of course, Vash the Stampede. The one who was currently off God knows where, getting shot at, or getting into trouble.

Drawing him in an outfit that showed off his arms, you easily sketched the scars you'd seen on a regular basis since beginning your travel and relationship with the Humanoid Typhoon.

You paused, looking at your own arm. You doodled the outlines of the scars that went up his right arm upon your own. The stitches the created a border between his thumb and the rest of his hand, and the large scar that spread under his knuckles. The three slashes just above his wrist, the two long line stitches on the lower arm, and the two little bolts that stuck out from under his elbow. The torn skin spots just under the elbow, and the tiny little leaf shaped one next to the bone of his elbow.

You were almost done with the large star cuts that wrapped completely around his right arm when Vash walked back in. He was holding his shoulder, and he appeared to be in pain.

"Vash! Are you alright?" You got up from the chair to help him out of his coat, and sat him on the bed.

"Y-yeah, I almost got out of there unscathed…" he gave a light chuckle, "I pulled my shoulder out of its socket though… a little help?" He played off the injury.

"Of course…" you smiled, and guided him to sit up straight, then pushing on his shoulder, popping it back into place with a gnarly popping sound. He whined at the feeling, but took a deep breath to calm himself. He gently rolled his shoulder, feeling minimal ache.

"Thanks, Mayfly… you're the best…" he pulled you in for a hug with his left arm, "Now what did you do to your arm?" He asked, almost flabbergasted.

"I was so bored without you today! You were gone so long! So… I drew your scars on my arm."

"My scars? But why?"

"Because I like them." You shrugged.

"You like them so much that you have them memorized, and would draw them on your own body?" Vash asked. Despite traveling together for all these years, you never quite understood why Vash seemed to hate his body so much.

He kept in good shape, giving him the body of a God, and the cutest face on all of Gunsmoke. But his scars kept him hating himself. They kept him from wearing flowing t-shirts or shorts when it was always so hot outside. He was embarrassed of them, and you knew that.

"Drawing your scars makes me happy. They're something that make you unique, and they remind me of how much love you truly deserve." You gave a gentle pet to his hair, "that isn't too weird is it?"

"It's… kinda charming, actually…" Vash smiled, "I just worry what people will say to you about them though."

"Oh no, people might find out I think scars are attractive. What a nightmare." You smiled as you spoke sarcastically.

"Fine, fine, I see you're only going to wear them with pride." He laughed, seeing he wasn't going to win.

"I will! You should try it sometime too, Mr. Typhoon. You're beautiful." You caressed one of the scars on his shoulder.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot

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canirove · 1 year

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 7

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"Excuse me, can you help me with... Daniela?"

"Mason?" I say, the books on my arms almost falling to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I work here. I thought I had told you about it."

"Yes, you did. But you didn’t say where exactly."

"Oh, so my sister didn’t tell you about it when she also told you about our holidays?"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Whatever" I say. After confessing all my feelings for Mason and crying my eyes out, Monica also confessed that she had told him about Portugal and the restaurant, that she had convinced him to take his family there. Us bumping into each other, hadn't been a coincidence. She had planned it all, and look how it ended.

"I promise this has been just a coincidence. I was doing a Nike event at their shop, and my agent told me there was a bookshop close by."

"So that's why all those teenage girls were queueing when I arrived earlier. They were there for you."

"Yeah" he smiles, that dimple of his showing and making me feel something on my stomach. Something I hadn't felt for the past six months. But no. That's not it. I’m over him and this is just that I am hungry. I didn't eat much for breakfast, and that's what I'm feeling. Nothing else. "So, can you help me find some books or not?"

"I guess I can" I sigh, putting the ones I was holding back where they belong. "What do you need?"

"Something for my nephew and my nieces. They are all coming over for Christmas."

"How old were they? I know you told me but I can’t remember."

"Six, five and four."

"What do they like?"

"The three of them are obsessed with dinosaurs for some reason. Anything Disney too. And they love painting, they could be entertained with that for hours."

"Ok, follow me."

"How long have you been working here?" Mason asks while we move through the shop.

"A couple of years."

"And do you like it?"

"I do, yes. I've always loved books, and for years I said I wanted to open my own bookshop with maybe a coffee shop and some cats."

"You never mentioned it when we talked. Only that you loved cats" he chuckles.

"I am a cat lady, yes. Is there a problem with that?" I say, giving him a book.

"No, not all. It actually fits you. Liking cats, I mean. You are like them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... They look all soft on the outside but can bite, and you are the opposite. You look like you can bite, but are a softie on the inside. And then you also have some issues trusting people when you first meet them, but if someone manages to get through all that and earn your trust, you happen to be the loveliest person. There will be moments when you will pull out your claws to defend yourself because that's just who you are, but when you love someone, you do it unconditionally."

"That's... That's..." That's true. That's me. He's gotten it right. How can he know me so well?

"Lost your words? Maybe because I'm right?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"No, I have not lost them. And no, you aren't right."

"The colour of your face says otherwise."

"Do you want me to call one of my coworkers to help you with this? I think there is a girl who happens to like you, God knows why."

"There is no need, I'll behave."

"You better" I say, putting two more books on his arms.

"More?" he asks.

"Oh, c'mon Mount. They are for your family and you have the money to pay for them. Better waste it on this that on whatever you are wearing right now."

"Oh, I had missed hearing you say that you hate my clothes" he laughs.

"Your girlfriend doesn't do it?"

"She doesn't" he says, his smile disappearing from his face.

"Well, it was expected. She's dating you, you have to be blind to do it."

"Yeah" he murmurs.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. More books?"

"More books" I say, moving to another bookcase, but still thinking about how his face changed when I mentioned his girlfriend.

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"They are gonna love them. Thank you very much, Daniela."

"Just doing my job" I say while I finish wrapping the last book.

"How is your family doing? I haven't asked."

"Good, good. Same as always. Though I think Lola has a new crush."

"She doesn't like me anymore?"

"She still does, but I think she currently likes your bff a lot more. And I don't blame her, he's hot."

"My bff? Do you mean Dec?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. The betrayal. From both of you."

"Sorry" I shrug. "But can I... Can I ask you a favour?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You... Are asking me... A favour? It's a Christmas miracle!" he laughs.

"Shut up, Mount. It's for Lola, not me."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"I've been looking for tickets for your Boxing Day game everywhere because it is against West Ham, but they are expensive as hell. Could you..."

"Get you some?" he asks with a stupid grin.

"Yes."

"I can. But on one condition."

"What" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You have to come to the game. Maybe wear my shirt if you still have it."

"I still have it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's somewhere at the back of my wardrobe, but I still have it."

"Great. Then you have to come to the game and wear it."

"Is it necessary?"

"It is. Do we have a deal?" he says, offering me his hand.

"I guess we do" I say, shaking it and feeling goosebumps all over my arm. But I'm getting goosebumps because I'm cold. Someone opened the door, and this reaction is because the cold came in. Nothing else.

"I'll text you when I get them."

"You still have my number?" I ask. "I thought that after what happened at the restaurant..."

"I tried do delete it more than once, but... I don't know" he shrugs. "I just couldn't do it. What about you?"

"Uh?"

"Do you still have my number."

"I do" I confess. I've also tried to delete it a few times, but I haven't been able to. There was something stopping me.

"Mason, it's time to go" a man says behind him.

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much for your help, I'll keep you updated about the tickets."

"Thank you" I say.

"Merry Christmas, Daniela."

"Merry Christmas, Mason."

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i have to write an intro to this somehow. i don't know how to. all i got is that this is caro's fault. i've been thinking about this all day. i have so many more thoughts than made it into this thing and i might write more of it, but this gets across what i want it to. anyway yeah it's an interstitial infinity homestuck au sorry to my non-homestucks in the tag

four teenagers sit around a campfire on the ruined battlefield of a cosmic chessboard. three of them are wearing incredibly comfortable looking pajamas emblazoned with strange, unknowable symbols. the fourth is wearing what looks like a fuchsia tracksuit made of velvet. it looks equally as comfortable, but is notably much uglier than the pajamas are.

“i’m just saying,” says audrey, wearing a teal color that makes her look a little washed out. “it should be fundamentally impossible to lose it. it should be baked into the— the code that makes up the game.”

“maybe it’s a weird glitch?” suggests al, in a black and grey that suits him, but looks out of place on his body, as though he should always be dressed in color. “i know it was successful. i held it in my hands for a moment. it was perfect.”

“and sometime in between then and killing the black king, we lost it,” audrey says. “we lost an entire universe! how does that happen?!”

“you forget to cherish it,” says trish, in dark olive green. despite herself, audrey snorts a laugh.

shigeo, in the ugly fuchsia tracksuit, says, “do we have an idea of how to find it again?”

“no,” audrey says glumly. “i mean. maybe al can mess with paradox space or something?”

“it’s not here anymore,” al says. “it’s its own thing now. its own universe. it’s outside of here.”

“great, so we have nothing.” audrey flops backwards onto the ground and sighs.

“at least we went god tier before the reckoning!” al says brightly, before glancing at shigeo. “oh, right.”

“no, it’s okay,” shigeo says with a sigh. “i don’t know why it didn’t work either.”

“you’re just already too OP. if you went god tier it would just break the whole game,” audrey suggests.

there’s silence for a while, save the crackling of the campfire.

“so this is it,” trish says finally. “this is all there is for the rest of time.”

“it can’t be,” audrey says. “our genesis frog exists. we just have to figure out how to get to it.”

“if we go to the furthest ring, and speak to the horrorterrors maybe?” shigeo offers tentatively. “or i could sleep...”

“prospit’s gone, mob,” audrey reminds him. “and so is your dream self. even though your ascension didn’t take, you still merged. no, if we want to talk to those guys we’ll have to go ourselves.”

trish says, “i could try to reach out to them—,”

“no,” three voices say in unison, cutting her off.

“it’s a good thought!” al says. “but, uh...” he looks behind trish, where a still smoking crater shows the results of trish becoming her aspect. the edges are still dripping, as though the very ground has melted around her.

“yeah?” trish raises an eyebrow. “i have a better sense of how to do it now. it was a learning experience.”

“just stay for a second,” audrey says, tiredly. “give me a moment. i’m sure the pathway to the furthest ring will show itself if we just—,”

“you’re confusing mind with time again,” al mutters.

“sburb did that first!” audrey shouts, with no heat.

—

somewhere, a timer that has been steadily ticking for the last several thousand years finally reaches zero.

—

the conversation on the battlefield is interrupted by a strange fraymotif— gears rotating before being slashed in half. a fifth teenager appears from seemingly nowhere. he, too, is wearing a set of comfortable looking pajamas, but his are dark red, standing out against the grey of his skin. he looks disdainfully at the four humans in front of him.

“my part’s done,” he says. over his shoulder is slung a dark body, which he dumps on the ground in front of himself. “he’s your problem now. have fun.”

with those inexplicably cryptic words, he disappears again.

“what the fuck,” audrey says. shigeo gets up to creep closer to the body. al glances warily at him, but makes no move to stop him.

the figure groans and squints open one eye. it is, strangely-- an anthropomorphic hedgehog. he is unlike any of the beings that any of them have seen before. the eye flickers over al, trish, and audrey before settling on shigeo.

“boy,” he rasps, and shigeo flinches. “have you got any water?”

“i can get you some,” al pipes up, and scrambles to his feet to head for the river. he’s stopped in place by shigeo’s voice.

“you’re him,” he says. he meets the hedgehog’s gaze head-on. “the voice i was hearing in my head. it’s you.”

“what?” audrey says. “but— but i heard one too. and we met her— she was a prospitian.”

“no rules that say they have to be from the moons,” al tries, but trish stands up, her doom powers crackling ominously.

“who the hell are you?” she asks. “what do you want with us?”

“first,” says the hedgehog— the sojourning hellion, if shigeo is to be believed. “i would like some water. please. and then i will tell you what i know.”

it is then that they notice that he is, himself, wearing the pajamas that indicate that he is a god tier player.

—

your name is SHADOW the HEDGEHOG. you are a teenager. you played the game called sburb. it was supposed to be you and your best friend MARIA, but she was killed in the process of entering the incipisphere, and you were left alone. as a result your session became DEAD. it should have been impossible for you to win. you think impossible situations can go fuck themselves. when you reached the FORGE, however, you discovered that someone had already bred the GENESIS FROG before you could get there. being the only living creature left in the ENTIRE UNIVERSE, you have no idea how this could have happened. the only explanation that you have is that SOMEONE (POSSIBLY YOU) CAME BACK FROM THE FUTURE TO DO IT. and so you have set off through paradox space, crawling in and out of the maws of many a BILIOUS SLICK, in order to find the person who would, one day, return to your past and light your forge, thereby granting you access to the ULTIMATE REWARD. what will you do?

#my writing #interstitial infinity #i know what all their classpects are just for the record #interstitialstuck

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