scattered stories

@icedfae​ 

Time spent with twin sister growing less and less with impending fatherhood on the horizon. Most days spent at his home with Cely, wanting to welcome Juniper into the world with open arms and a safe home to come back to. Still, he missed his family, more so as the weeks went by without much contact with them. The most he had was the baby shower and even that he had spent a good portion of it hiding away from the attention given to him. It had been entirely something he agreed to in order to avoid anything else being televised about his daughter’s future. Grin on his face as Maddie fell onto the bed next to him, Micah rolling over to look at her with a smile. “Oh you’re definitely going to drop on the list,” he teased her relentlessly, knowing fully well that his sister would always hold one of the highest spots in the world for him. “Lucky for you, you’re only being replaced by your niece. Well, Cely too, but we won’t count her that’s an entirely different type of favorite.” Her question gave him pause, having spent so long wishing that the baby was his to begin with and now that the truth had time to settle into him, the gender had been something he hadn’t thought much about. “I guess it makes sense? Me being a girl dad. I wouldn’t know what to do with a boy and we know it. Our lives have always been surrounded by women, powerful women, and I can’t imagine not raising her to be that way too.” A pause as he took in his sister for a moment before he pushed the thoughts out before he could stop it. "Are you alright? You seem as melancholic as me and that's saying something."

Joe Keery - Kevin Pollak’s Chat Show

I'm in love 😍

Griffin

a soft yet reassuring smile preyed onto her lips as she gave a tilt of her head, “this is precisely why i pay people to keep up with the trends for me. they’re far more informed and on top of it.” all aurora had to do was act like barbie and she didn’t mind. style was not her forte and until she got famous, she mainly wore overalls and dresses from forever 21. “your hair looks impeccable. and the outfit doesn’t look BAD. it’s just a bit…old.”

"You'd think I would be paying attention as well, considering that family is the head of Vogue," Freddie mused as he glanced at the blonde next to him. "By the time I'm in the know it's already moved onto something else." Brutal honesty welcomed from her, he could only laugh, harboring no ill will towards the woman's response. "Good to know the hair is still doing the trick. Maybe it'll distract from the old outfit, as you delicately put it. At least one of us is dressed to impress."

“why are you dressed like you’re about to get hitched? if you even think about answering that with a yes, i might actually kill you.” kairi says before leaning over and taking his glass to drink out of. ugh, nothing is worse than an awful warm drink, “you have terrible taste in relationships and drinks, i see.”

“Please, Kai, you know that I have another ten years before I can convince Emira to marry me,” voice all teasing as he glanced over at his best friend. The jokes of his impending nuptials forcing chuckles from his throat as his shoulders moved around to avoid tensing up. “Wow, you’re really throwing all the punches and here I thought you were happy to see me. This is so very rude of you.”

sure, the social event called for a bunch of different people to show up and she's been to enough of these to know that it will only help her career. it wasn't like she wants to do podcasting forever but if it's a step to the right direction, she wasn't about to drop such a great opportunity. what she didn't count for was the who. kairi hadn't expect to see esme when they tried so hard to forget her but they aren't the same person back when they were sixteen and years have passed by for them to get back to being friends. still, couldn't hurt to try, "hey, are you performing tonight?"

New song on the horizon, Esme was doing her due diligence to make herself well known before that fateful day could come. No matter how much she loathed these types of events, her agent had insisted she come and perform one of her hits from Tiktok, knowing it would appease the masses. What she didn’t anticipate was running into Kairi. The girl might as well have been the devil incarnate to her. Someone she would avoid under normal circumstances but there was no one else she deemed worthy to speak to so she would have to do. “Yeah, apparently it’ll get my name out there or whatever else they wanna claim. I don’t think half these people would know good music if it smacked them in the face. What about you? This doesn’t seem like your crowd.”

the  moment  louie  wiley  started  opening  his  mouth  in  that  group  chat  ,  he  knew  it  was  over.  the  recent  event  all  too  clear  in  his  mind  ,  it  was  easy  to  put  two  and  two  together.  he'd  been  ambushed  by  among  at  least  four  old  clients  and  opting  out  was  not  possible.  the  promo  for  lord  of  the  rings  was  well  underway  ,  despite  the  fact  they  hadn't  even  started  filming.  minutes  passed  in  panic  now  ,  anger  and  desperation  soaring  through  his  veins  in  equal  measure.  his  manager  had  already  yelled  at  him  over  the  phone  and  he  felt  sick  to  the  stomach.  he'd  heard  voices  in  the  hallway  ,  but  wasn't  pulled  from  his  racing  thoughts  until  he  heard  waverly's  familiar  voice.  "  i'm  freaking  out  ,  waves  ,  "  he  admitted  ,  trying  to  ignore  the  guilt  that  still  came  with  every  sight  of  her.  "  they  need  me  to  go  in  tomorrow.  to  discuss  the  future  of  me  on  the  project  ...  i'm  screwed.  "  

Waverly hated that he was going through this, heart racing at the thought that something bad might happen now that his secret was out. For better or worse she cared for him, never wanted harm to come to him no matter how much he had hurt her, and had kept everything hush hush for that exact reason. As he seemed to notice she was there, Waverly moved closer, leaning against the now closed door of his bedroom behind him. “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe I could release a statement supporting you?” It wasn’t much but she was at a loss of how to help him without hurting his reputation more. “Whatever I can do, even if it’s just being here right now while you work it out yourself, I’ll do it. You’re not alone in this, okay?” It was her attempt at easing some of the heartache he was going through, no matter the consequences of it later.

the guilt was instant as he looked back at his twin sister, the emotion hitting him in one big wave. the two of them didn't avoid each other, they didn't lock them out with the rest of the world. freya had been with him on his shittest days, even when she had been states away the second his world had been thrown into pure chaos she had dropped everything to be at his side and he was now actively choosing to keep her at arms length. the very worst part? if it meant he got to continue to live in his bubble with felicity, he wasn't sure that he would change much right now. "it's not like that freya." the use of her full name indicating just how serious he was being. "you've just been off and busy with z, didn't think you wanted to hang out much these days is all, you can stay as long as you want you know that." even if it meant the awkwardness between the two of them.

These were uncharted waters for twins who had spent their entire lives with one another. Even when she lived in another country she did not feel as distant as she did now to her brother and that statement alone made her heart ache as she blinked at him a few times. “It isn’t like what, Ford? You’re ignoring my texts half the time, trying to get off the phone as quickly as possible when we do talk and you expect me to think something isn’t going on with you?” Easy frustration unleashed on her twin as she stood up to face him, looking comedic next to brother towering over her small stature. “I’ve been back from London for weeks now and it’s not like I haven’t tried to get ahold of you so don’t try to push this on Zavier and I. You’re avoiding me and I want to know why.”

      star  was  confident  that  by  now  she  had  been  FORGOTTEN  by  her  old  best  friend  ,  she  needed  to  focus  on  the  crowd  that  was  still  here  .  in her  dressing  room  ,  “  please  tell  me  that  we’re  going  to  go  out  tonight  because  i’ve  got  a  whole  week  to  spend  with  my  dweeb  of  a  brother  &  dodging  calls  from  my  psychotic  ma  …  i  need  a  blow  out  first  .  “  @icedfae / ur choice of muse .

Waverly was known to keep an interesting group of people around her at all times. It kept her amused whenever someone dragged her into something that would be less than ideal under normal circumstances. Star was one of those great people for that reason. “Do you think I would drag you all the way here just for us not to go out? I need to blow off some steam. Work is starting to kill me.” Promoting one movie while also filming another and her personal life being in shambles, Waverly was in desperate need for a night of true debauchery. “If we remember this evening I am calling it an utter failure.”

(   pls,   see   tags   for   trigger   warnings   !   )    “   hmmm   —   ”    petite   brunette   hums   contently,    silver   spoon   in   fingers   had   been   dipped   into   concoction   on   the   stove   &   immediately   brought   to   lips   .    bronzed   lower   limbs   are   swung   almost   child  -  like   from   her   perch   atop   the   granite   counter   adjacent   to   where   he   had   been   planted   before   the   range   .    it’s   almost   sickening,    how   pleased   she’s   become   with   the   recent   occurrences   in   their   relationship   &   the   newfound   domesticity   .    she   could   not   recall   another   time   of   more   elation   than   when   the   two   were   preparing   a   home   for   their    unborn   child   .    “   where’d   you   learn   to   cook   like   that   ?   ”    inquiry   comes   as   a   jest,    &   giggles   are   cut   short   as   a   hand   moves   to   immediately   clutch   her   extended   abdomen,    brows   furrowing   at   the   sudden   discomfort   .    “    oh,    sorry   babe,    i   don’t   think   your   daughter   likes   it   very   much   .   ”    another   quip,    as   she   attempts   to   divert   mind   from   the   ache   but   efforts   soon   prove   to   be   futile   as   yet   another   flare   radiates   from   lower   back   to   center   .    “   shit   —   ”   curses   in   return,    choosing   to   slide   self   from   countertop   to   feet   .    typical   doe   eyes   are   widened   in   panic,    as   shoulders   curl   forward   in   own   attempts   to   alleviate   tension,    next   words   coming   barely   above   a   whisper   .    “   something’s   wrong   .   ”    (    @icedfae​,    micah   .   )

Though neither had wished for the relationship and impending birth of their child to be a spectacle, it was nice to have everything ready for their daughter to come home to in the upcoming months. Not only were things good in terms of their home being ready for her but Micah didn’t think he and Cely had been this blissful since the beginnings of their relationship back when they were awkward teens falling in love for the first time. Through the ups and downs of their relationship, things seemed to be stronger than ever between the two of them and Micah was grateful for that. It was a typical evening for them, Micah bent over the stove as he continued to perfect the recipe to suffice to her cravings for the week, a grin on his face at her teasing. “I’m not just a pretty face, love. I do have some tricks still up my sleeve,” he bantered back to her, turning his full body towards her as he watched her take in the cooking carefully. “Hey when she dislikes my cooking she’s your daughter,” he continued, the jest evident in his voice, before her face gave him pause. “Cely, baby, what’s wrong?” Stove clicked off and the pan off the burner, moving towards her quickly to rub her back. “Do we need to go get you checked?” He was one moment, one more gasp of pain from her, from carrying her to his car and to the hospital.