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aw. this is from when i was gonna tackle casey’s parent’s love story in a novella style. i might still do it. but. knowing how it ends really, uh—y’know. put a damper on my motivation. (in which casey and his daddy get exposed for having the same smile, which is a very important plot revelation to me.)

“Sorry,” she said finally, much too loud for the narrow corridor. She cringed back, fingers twisted in the hem of her blouse like the cotton could somehow battle back the crimson rising in her cheeks. There it was again — too loud, just like her father always said. “The bathroom. I’m lookin’ for the bathroom.”

The boy nodded, crooked grin somehow splitting his face even wider before he gestured behind him. “Down the hall and to the left. Almost made it.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled. The heat in her face was unbearable now, embarrassment scorching through her veins hotter than the stifling summer air outside. She ducked under his arm, long legs carrying her across the wood floor before a call from behind stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Hey. Blue shirt.”

you and @socially-awkward-skeleton had the same idea SO a wee ADT snippet of lily and beau having their weekly (i’m lying. it’s much more frequent.) pissing contest over their lily and jeremiah’s son in front of god and literally half the compound.

She stiffened, her grip on his arm tightening as she leaned in and spoke with a hushed tone. “That is my son. You ask my permission to put a gun in his hand and drag him around the woods. at all hours. He ain’t—he ain’t Ezra—“

“You don’t wanna do this right now,” he warned, eyes flitting to the ragtag squad of men and boys a few paces to his right. They shifted restlessly, hands curled around hunting rifles and buck knives like they were itching for a chance. “Go home, Lily.”

alpha male confetti is from a still untitled wip in which lily does what she does best (has an affair) (and yaps with @jackiesarch’s isabel)

Isabel frowned, scowling as some cheaply dressed finance bro’s shoulder collided with her own. “Jesus Christ, dude, I’m right here—“

“Every single time,” Lily mused from a few feet ahead, weaving through Manhattan’s morning foot traffic with ease. “They never move. They always think your, like, divine femininity is going to tell you to delicately glide out of their very important manly way and back into the kitchen.”

“You know,” Isabel started, huffing as they reached Lily’s building. She nodded at the doorman, still unsure exactly what the proper protocol for doorman acknowledgement was. Waving? A solid nod? Shake his hand? Bring him coffee? “Speaking of men, and not that I’m saying he’s an important manly sidewalk warrior alpha male, but—“

an obv choice to inquire about

from the very neglected purgatorium! lily was the sole survivor of a notoriously brutal home invasion that left her parents dead when she was a child. several years later she’s a keynote speaker at a convention about true crime where she meets her future husband, a newly minted fbi agent. it’s technically a flashback scene. but.

“I saw you speak,” he said, awkwardly holding up a leaflet with a smile. “You were great.“

He was handsome, she thought — thick dark hair that couldn’t quite stay smoothed back and a brilliant flash of white teeth when he grinned at her. She’d noticed him straight away, three rows back and fully engaged from her first word. It was flattering, especially after two hours of yawns and disinterest.

i was tagged by @imogenkol and @simonxriley! thanks y’all. 💜

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title(s) that most intrigue them, then you post a snippet or tell them about it!

now. i don’t (usually) title my wips because i write in the notes app like a heathen, a lot of my stuff is silly stuff not for the public, AND i have several hundred wips stretching back years. so. a smattering of recent ones with titles i came up with literally right now:

alpha male confetti deliberations

if only in my dreams (hey! a real title!)

tree karaoke

how i met your mother at a serial killer ted talk

spilling over the idol (the black and the blue) (hey! another real title!)

how i met your mother at the fort worth stockyards

cultist marital dispute (aka a normal tuesday)

what the fuck do you mean your family likes each other

came back a different me (but it's good to see the same old you) (see! sometime i really do title things!)

kids say the damnedest things