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Holly Jolly Ficmas: Snow Day

From the Holly Jolly Ficmas Advent Calendar

Summary: Mike sneaks to Hopper’s cabin when school gets cancelled due to heavy snow. Little does he know, it’s not El waiting for him at the cabin that day.

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Jim Hopper

Word Count: 1.8K

[A/N]: Okay, so I don’t know if Doctor Owens would approve of El going to stores or malls, even if it’s in a different town, but knowing Hopper, you know he would fight/barter like hell with Owens to let his girl go to the mall at least every few months. Also, Troy’s last name is Parrish because I say so.


“Is that you, Wheeler?”

Oh, shit.

Mike was still dangling halfway through El’s bedroom window when Hopper came into the room. Where the hell did he come from?

“Oh, hi Chief,” Mike said with a small, pathetic wave, “you’re home early.”

Deep down, Mike had known it was a bad idea to go to Hopper’s cabin unannounced. Did that stop him? No. It had been an uphill battle biking all the way out there in the ice and snow, but somehow he had done it. It had only been a few days since his last visit to the cabin, but after what had happened yesterday, he really needed to see her.

“What the hell are you doing?” Hopper asked gruffly. His expression was hard to read. Was he mad? Amused? Both?

“Umm, nothing?” Mike said meekly. Hopper raised an eyebrow at him. Oh my god, he’s gonna do it, Mike thought, he’s gonna lecture me while I’m dangling out this damn window. But to his surprise, Hopper just chuckled.

“Well, when you’re done doing ‘nothing’, you’re welcome to use to the front door, Romeo.”

Mike sighed and started climbing back out the window. As he climbed, he lost his footing on the slippery snow, causing him crash face first into the window sill outside. He touched his lower lip with a tentative hand. Shit. The cut on his lip had started bleeding again. He hastily wiped the blood away with the sleeve of his sweater before hurrying to the front door where Hopper was waiting for him. He was probably in enough trouble as it was, he didn’t want to keep him waiting.

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POSITIVITY

@illegitimatestark // @vengefulwinter : You are like a sister to me, and you’ve become such a huge part of my life honestly. Di you are an amazing person. You speak up when you know something is wrong, you’re a bloody good friend. You’ve been there for me when i was at my absolute lowest, when i was so low i couldn’t see a way out and you helped me get through it. You helped me get back to a happier version of myself. I respect you for so many reasons, you’ve taught me how to deal with certain aspects of my life. You’ve never judged me for things i couldn’t control. You are an amazing person and an absolute talented writer. Your portrayals of every single one of your muses constantly have me in awe honestly. You capture their voice so well that i can hear them in your writing. The thought you put into your backstory for Jakz was so deep and well thought out that it had me change one of my rules regarding OC children. You had me wanting to write with you and you still do to this day. Thank you for being you, for being so creative and inspiring on a daily basis. Thank you for your patience with me, because i know that sometimes i can be the most frustrating person on the planet. Know that i love you, and all your muses. Jakz Stark is one of those really fleshed out OC’S, you can see how much work you put into making sure that she was not only relevant in her own story line, but also that Tony’s arc was not changed either. You really thought about it, and you have multiple verses that can help accommodate everyone. Honestly i am really glad i met you, i don’t know what my life would be like without you. Also my muses absolutely adore yours, tony just wants to cuddle them all and protect them from the world. Whenever you need to rant, or if you’re having a bad day, just know i’m on your side and i will listen if you need to talk whether it’s three am or 4pm, i will always respond to the message even if its when i’ve just woken up. <3

@dualclaws : Dany, we have been through a lot and i am really thankful for the place that we’re in right now. We haven’t always been in such a good place, and things have been hard but we’ve both grown as people, we’ve helped each other really, i know that you’ve helped me. Your friendship is something that i am incredibly thankful for, as well as your ability to be incredibly empathetic to those around you. It’s inspiring, to see the way you connect with people, because you truly are a good soul. You want to help people and as a person you’ve become stronger. I’m incredibly proud of the person you’ve become Dany and your writing is incredible. The passion you have for Laura? that’s something to be cherished. It’s something i hope you never lose, because honestly you understand Laura Kinney, you know her strengths and her weaknesses. You’ve done a hell of a lot of research and your face claim choices reflect that. You do your best to stay true to Laura’s portrayal in Logan, but you also keep up with the comics and study them. I love your main verse, it shows how much you truly care and the how much time you’ve spent carefully planning out your vision for Laura. That’s important to me, that it’s YOUR vision, because as much inspiration you take from Mangold and 616, you also have a unique perspective and to me that’s important. Yes you’re writing is very in character, and thats a beautiful thing but it’s also entwined with your perspective and how you see Laura as a person. It’s wonderful truly.  I’m always here when you need to talk, when you’re having a bad day and you need to call someone? know that 9/10 you can always call me and i will do my best to be there.

@notacyclonefan : Chelly you are…..well sometimes i think your Steve Rogers personified, your writing is that beautiful. You really capture his essence, who he is behind the shield and that really resonates with me. Because you know that he’s so much more than his title on the field and honestly the way you write him is unique. You incorporate his flaws, you remind people of the fact he actually does have a sense of humour. Chelly you bring him to life and writing with you is honestly one of my greatest joys. Not only are you a talented writer, you’re a super positive person. You make me smile, even on the days where i feel utterly miserable and i hope i can do the same for you. Chellybean, you have such a beautiful outlook on life, i love the way you can make anything into a pun, and how you can make a joke out of the smallest thing. You brighten my day and you’ve always been so supportive and encouraging. You’re such a good friend, an amazing person inside and out, and one of my favourite people in the world. Never stop being you <3 I’ve always got your back Chelly

@threeclaws : We’ve never actually spoken before but i just want to say that your presence on the dash is a blessing. Your threads with @dualclaws are honestly wonderful, you write Logan brilliantly and i love your vision for him. You are talented and appreciated and i just wanted you to know that.

@siberianwreckage : What can i say about Holly? well i can say that you are honestly inspiring. Your graphics truly are gorgeous. Not only do you make beautiful things, but your writing has me emotional every single time because of the depth in it. My muses absolutely adore your Bucky, in fact Tony is constantly grabby hands for him. You are also a great listener, and it means the world to me. I hope that i can always do the same for you, just know that i will always be here for you. I love your passion for animals, every time you send me a picture of a deer and it’s fawn i can’t help but grin from ear to ear. Not just because their cute, but because at one stage you literally woke up super early just to take that picture, and that’s proof of how much you care and love animals. I love that you feed squirrels, you take care of the creatures around you. You have such a big kind heart Holly.  Never change because you are amazing.


    OTHER AMAZING, INSPIRING AND WONDERFUL PEOPLE WHO ARE A JOY TO SEE ON THE DASH AND INTERACT WITH :

@qceenmother , @erodedauthenticity , @xscarletvvitch , @expendablc // @vleermuiis ( anna i love you so so much ) , @fightingsouls , @engineeringmonkeywiz , @tcmbraider , @mutantproud , @swellofpity , @mcrtii , @badasshybridqueen , @warstopper , @sightedmundane , @pepperpxtts , @cxpt , @captainbrogers , @readyforyours , @witcheswrath , @hiddensteel , @tragicloss , @vnmblasts , @youusedme , @jemmasimmonsbiochemist , @gammagreen , @thundrer , @kiiindheart , @battlehardencd , @fatigucs , @keepmarching , @loathedlineage , @haosvestica , @orphanis , @vireous , @influencedbyfear . @snarkofstark , @prettyhcrts , @harleenie , @amongwclves , @bringerofthestorm , @ledgerfilled , @movefcrward , @servinglies , @witchyserena , @ofbecomings , @theevolutionaryapex , @symboltothenation , @stolenparticles , @hackedpower , @warricrhearted , @weightofmyshield , @queencfdisaster

   And to everyone else i follow, know that i love you all and that each and every single one of you is loved and appreciated<3

@ the people who are calling out mark’s snake friends but acting like mark is an innocent victim in all of this

i honestly ??????? don’t quite understand why everyone is down to trash mark’s friends yet only about 1/5 of y'all are calling mark out along with them

like let me remind you these guys are MARK’s friends. not bambam’s, not yugyeom's—they sure as hell aren’t youngjae's—no, they are MARK’s friends. this isn’t just one or two reptile nasties in association with him either, this is AN ENTIRE GROUP of problematic, shit-faced drunks who leak the n-word and other derogatory bullshit like it’s their mother tongue.

these aren’t just “past high school friends” either ????? mark is STILL friends with them, he payed for their tickets to flyinla, let them backstage and has taken snapchat pics w/ them multiple times, and not even a week ago was partying with these same trash heaps listening to black music and them calling him “my n*gga” in his own backyard. don’t act like they’re some irrelevant group of people he’s already left behind and doesn’t associate himself with anymore.

mark didn’t even look phased at bambam calling him the n-word, much less did he bother to tell his friends to stop every time they said it when they @’d him on twitter/ig. he’s made it pretty damn obvious that he’s okay with his friends saying shit. in this whole situation he’s been transparently neutral and THAT MAKES HIM JUST AS GUILTY.

BEING AN ENABLER IS NOT A POSITIVE THING.

MARK MAY HAVE CHANGED FROM HOW HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, AND I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT TRAINING FOR 5 YEARS AND COMING TO SK TO FOLLOW HIS DREAM HAS MADE HIM A BETTER PERSON (IN ALL THE 2 ½ YEARS GOT7 HAS BEEN AROUND THIS BOY HASNT DONE A SINGLE THING THAT WAS PROBLEMATIC ASIDE FROM HAVING THESE SHITTY ASS PEOPLE ASSOCIATED WITH HIM), BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT THESE ARE HIS FRIENDS. 

  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO CAME TO FLYINLA DRUNK OFF THEIR ASSES WHEN OVER HALF THE AUDIENCE MADE UP OF MINORS, ACTING HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE AS THEY TURNED GOT7’s ENCORE SEGMENT INTO A COMPLETE JOKE. I ATTENDED AND WAS PRESENT FOR DAY 1, SAW THEIR NASTINESS FIRST HAND AND WAS IN HONEST DISBELIEF AS TO HOW UNPLEASANT THEY WERE. BECAUSE OF THEM, SO MANY PEOPLE WENT HOME DISSATISFIED AND THERE WERE SO MANY NEGATIVE FAN ACCOUNTS THAT GOT7 DID NOT DESERVE.
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES SPRAYING FANS WITH WATER AND BEER LIKE THE CONCERT WAS SOME KIND OF RAVE, RUINING SOMEONE’S HAND-MADE SIGN WITH THEIR NONSENSE AS WELL AS MAKING A GIRL CRY BY HITTING HER WITH A LIGHTSTICK THEY THREW, GETTING INTO A FIGHT SO BAD THE POLICE HAD TO COME. 
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO UPLOADED PRIVATE IMAGES OF GOT7 ONTO THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THE SAKE OF GAINING LIKES AND FOLLOWERS, CREATING THIS ENTIRE MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE AND NOT ONLY DISRESPECTING MARK’S PRIVACY AND REPUTATION, BUT ALL OF GOT7’s. YOUNGJAE DIDN’T EVEN GO TO THE FUCKING PARTY, HE SAT HIS ASS DOWN AT HOME AND WAS PROBABLY PLAYING POKEMON GO ALL DAY, YET HE’S GOING TO GET YELLED AT IN ASSOCIATION WITH THIS BULLSHIT AND YOU DON’T KNOW HOW UPSET THAT MAKES ME.

YES, ANDREW AND JESSICA AND HOLLY AND WHOEVER ELSE IS IN THEIR NASTY ASS SNAKE GROUP ARE THEIR OWN PERSON AND HAVE THEIR OWN RESPONSIBILITIES AS ADULTS, BUT Y'ALL NEED TO REALIZE THAT WHEN THEY ACT OUT LIKE THIS IT DOESN’T JUST ULTIMATELY FALL ON THEM. IT FALLS ON MARK. IT FALLS ON GOT7.

LIKE I WOULD LOVE TO THINK THAT MARK IS AWARE OF HOW HURTFUL THE N-WORD IS TO ALL OF THEIR BLACK FANS, THAT HE DOESN’T SUPPORT THE USE OF THE N-WORD OR ANY DEROGATORY TERM AT ALL & THAT HE DOESN’T SHARE ANY VIEWS WITH THE TRASH PILE HE HAS AND STILL CALLS “HIS FRIENDS"—BUT I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT HE’S FROM AN AREA IN LA WHERE ITS KNOWN TO HAVE PRIVILEGED LITTLE ASIAN KIDS WHO CARELESSLY THROW THE N-WORD AROUND, ARE REGULAR DRUG AND ALCOHOL USERS, AND ATTEND RAVES ON A NORMAL BASIS—MARK’S FRIENDS ARE SPITTING IMAGES OF THIS.

YOU CAN’T!!!!! HOLD!!!!! MARK!!!!! TO THE SAME STANDARDS!!!!! AS!!!!!! YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!

YES, MARK IS HUMAN JUST LIKE US, AND HE MAY HAVE BEEN UNAWARE THAT HIS FRIEND’S WOULD DO ALL THESE THINGS, AND JUST BECAUSE HIS FRIENDS ARE LIKE THIS DOESN’T MEAN HE IS. 

BUT MARK!!!!!! IS!!!!! AN IDOL!!!!!! AND ALONG WITH HIMSELF, HE HAS SIX OTHER PEOPLE TO LOOK AFTER AND UPHOLD AND THINK ABOUT!!!!!! AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S HIS FAULT FOR BEING FRIENDS WITH IRRESPONSIBLE, TOXIC ASSHATS WHO NOT ONLY HURT HIS MEMBERS, BUT HIS FANS AS WELL. 

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT Y'ALL, BUT GOT7 HAVE WORKED TOO LONG AND TOO HARD, LEFT BEHIND TOO MANY THINGS, MADE TOO MANY SACRIFICES, AND SHED TOO MANY TEARS TO HAVE THEIR BLOSSOMING CAREERS TORN DOWN AND DEGRADED BY MARK’S RATTY ASS GROUP OF FRIENDS WHO WENT INTO HIDING, SET THEIR ACCOUNT’S ON PRIVATE AND MADE SHITTY EXCUSES WHEN THINGS GOT TOUGH FOR THEM.

THE ONLY CONNECTION THIS FAKE ASS SNAKE PIT HAS WITH GOT7 IS MARK. AND UNTIL HE SPEAKS OUT, UN-FRIENDS, BLOCKS, AND DISASSOCIATES HIMSELF THESE PEOPLE I HAVE NO REASON TO NOT BELIEVE THAT HE IS ABSOLUTELY OKAY WITH EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE AND EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENING.

I KNOW Y'ALL WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING, AND NEVER LIKE POINTING FINGERS AT THE BOYS BECAUSE THEY WOULD NEVER DIRECTLY DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE, BUT THIS IS THE TIME.

 I NEED MARK TO REALIZE THAT THIS ISN’T A ONE PERSON SHOW. WHO HE’S FRIENDS WITH AND WHAT THEY DO DOESN’T JUST AFFECT THEMSELVES OR HIM, IT AFFECTS EVERYONE

DON’T BE SILENT ABOUT THIS. DON’T JUST BLAME MARK’S FRIENDS. JUST LIKE YOU FOUGHT FOR AN APOLOGY AND ACKNOWLEDGMENT FROM BAMBAM, YOU CANNOT ALLOW MARK TO STAY NEUTRAL AGAIN AND RISK THIS SERIES OF SCANDALS AND HURT FEELINGS HAPPENING SOME TIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE. DO NOT ALLOW MARK TO BE AN ENABLER. HE’S BETTER THAN THIS AND CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS.

I DON’T NEED TO SEE GOT7 HURTING AGAIN BECAUSE OF HIS RATTY “FRIENDS” NEXT YEAR. 

Fic: Make Me Someone New - a Carmilla Webseries AU: Part 1.1

Pairing: Hollstein
Rating: T
Word Count: 7566

Summary: Everyone knows how soulmates go. There’s a soul out there that is indefinably and inseparably bound to you for the rest of time, meeting in new lifetimes to relearn each other, only to have Death take you up in the unending cycle once again. Sounds great for a human. Not so much for a vampire. Death forgot you. Death left you to remember her over and over and over.

Part 1: Being Human

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A/N: Set during 1x03. I’m dismissing the whole Writing-A-Book-About-Alison plot. I wrote this in one sitting with no revisions, so excuse any mistakes.

He almost doesn’t hear it— in fact, he’s sure it’s just his imagination— but, after a moment, the now unmistakable sound of someone knocking at his door meets his ears. His dark brows furrow and his eyes flicker over to his clock as he reaches for the remote; it’s almost 10:30, which is well past the time frame for friendly visits.

His aging television shuts off with a somewhat concerning fizzle and he stands; his heart pounds in his chest. A million possibilities are running through his mind, but there’s one that stands out in particular. He can already see it: he’s going to pull open his door, and he’s going to be met with a cop or two, already holding out the handcuffs. Maybe he’s just paranoid, but that’s all he can think as he reaches for the doorknob. He sucks in a breath, bracing himself.

Both worry and relief wash over him as instead, he’s met with Aria, all dark hair and big, green eyes. Eyes which, Ezra notes, are brimming with tears. Concern wrenches his insides and he realizes how far gone he’s becoming.

“Hey,” he breathes, “I thought you were helping out at the gallery.” Why that was the first thing he could think to say, he has no idea.

“I was,” she answers. He can see that she’s digging her nails into her palms. “Can I come in?”

Yes, he immediately thinks. However, his brain speaks much louder than his heart. “I’m… not… sure if that’s a good idea,” he finally manages, albeit regretfully.

Aria pauses; he can see her struggling. “I'm— I’m sorry, this was… a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here, I just… I just didn’t know where else to go.” She waits for him to answer and when he doesn’t, she continues. “I’ll see you on Monday.” With that, she’s turning on her heel. He calls after her before he can stop himself.

“No, wait.” She stops and he can practically see the hope bubbling inside her. He can’t break that. “Are you— are you okay? Do you need me to drive you home?”

“That’s the last place I want to be.” Her words are whispered, as if she were to speak any louder, her tears would topple over.

He notes this is the first time he’s seen her cry— well, almost cry. He hates it. “Why? What happened?”

Her bottom lip quivers. “Can— can we just… be here for a minute?” she asks, voice shaking.

He offers her the gentlest of smiles, and takes a step forwards. She must realize what he’s agreeing to, because without hesitation, she wraps her arms around him and buries her face in his chest. Ezra can’t help but think how right this feels.


After a few minutes standing outside his doorway, Ezra had realized two things. A.) Standing outside his apartment where anyone could see them probably wasn’t the smartest idea, and B.) He was going to have to kick her to the curb or bring her in, anyway.

He’d decided on the latter.

“Uh, I’d let you have the bed, but…” He scratches behind his neck and looks at his mattress. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

She nods in understanding, but stays quiet. The moment has fallen into an uncomfortable silence; Ezra feels like he needs to break the tension somehow. “Do you, uh, want something to wear?” His ears go red at the thought of Aria wearing his clothes, but it’s not like she really has a choice.

She swallows. “Would that be okay?” she asks, voice small. He nods and rushes towards his dresser. He thumbs through his multiple shirts before landing on the softest one his can find— a mustard yellow one from his days at Hollis. He grabs that and a pair of black sweats before heading back towards Aria with a fumbling gait. “Here,” he says, thrusting the fabric out towards her. He avoids eye contact, as if she’s already naked.

Oh god, Ezra internally groans. Don’t think about that.

“The bathroom’s that way.” He purses his lips and nods his head in the direction of said bathroom before offering her what he knows is probably the most awkward grin in the history of awkward grins. She nods back and hurries off to change.

Once she’s gone, Ezra plops down on his couch. What the hell is he getting himself into? He runs his hands through his dark hair and practically groans. Aria shouldn’t be here, and she especially shouldn’t be just down the hall, naked.

Stop thinking about it! he scolds himself. He really needs to get his emotions in check.

Minutes pass before Aria’s walking out of his bathroom, t-shirt swallowing her whole and sweatpants bunched at the ankles. She looks so small and fragile, and in that moment Ezra realizes the severity of their situation. She’s a teenager. Her teacher or not, what they’re doing is wrong.

However, as Aria sits beside him, leg grazing his and painted fingernails accidentally brushing against his knee, he also realizes that she makes his head spin and his heart pound and he couldn’t stay away from her if he tried.

So he doesn’t.

“Do you wanna watch some TV?” he finally asks. His voice is soft, as if speaking any louder would upset her again.

“Okay,” she shrugs.

He reaches across her for the remote and turns on the television; it takes a couple of long moments, but the picture finally comes in. “I don’t have cable, but I’ve got one of those Roku things,” he says with a nod. “We can watch something on Netflix.”

She nods and offers him a smile, making something warm blossom inside him. He wants to make her happy, more than anything.

The rest of the night is spent watching Midsomer Murders, eating off-brand popcorn, and talking shit about a woman he doesn’t know. Ezra couldn’t be more content.


It’s nearly pitch black, aside from the red, digital letters flashing 2:03 AM. Ezra jolts awake as someone slides in bed next to him; he’s never been a heavy sleeper, and it takes him a minute to remember who the hell it could be.

“Aria?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

He hears a sniffle. “Sorry, I— I don’t know what I was doing,” she whispers. He can feel her scooting off the bed.

“Wait.” He blindly feels for her until he comes across her arm, which he grasps gently. “Are you okay?”

She’s silent, but there’s the unmistakable sound of her shuddering breaths. “I can’t sleep,” she finally offers up.

He nods, though he’s not sure she’ll be able to see it. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Can… can you just hold me?” her voice breaks and he can vaguely make out her outline in the darkness.

Before he can object, his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her towards him. She obliges. Earlier, she’d been able to contain her emotions, but he can tell she’s actually crying now. Her small frame shakes against him and he strokes her hair; he wonders if she can hear his heart snap in two.

He’s not sure how long they lay there, but he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep once her breathing calms. He presses a kiss to her head.

However, before he can drift off himself, he feels a small palm cradling his cheek. He can barely see her in the darkness, but he can feel her warmth, feel her breath so close to his. He swallows nervously. This isn’t right. He can’t do this— they can’t do this. She must sense his worry because she speaks, voice soft. “Thank you, Ezra.”

Before he can respond, her lips are against his. It’s gentle and sweet and pure; it’s a kiss goodnight, an unspoken promise.

“Goodnight, Aria.”

Reunion .2

Hey! Remember when I wrote this ?

(Don’t worry. I forgot about it too)

Well I wrote 1000 more words. They achieve nothing plotwise, and I have no idea where they are going, but I wanted to write some pre-couple Golly and was feeling too lazy to start a new story. So, anyway… They’re under the cut, if you want to read them. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really love your blog and Golly stories and I was wondering if I could ask you a favor? Could you write me a happy/fluffy little story? I'm really stressed out and I'm positive it would make me feel 100% better! -R

Heya R! I hope this is fluffy enough, and that you feel better. -also I’m overjoyed that you’ve come to me out of all, to write a little something-

Gail looked around the room at the many smiling faces, the people she’d gathered to celebrate, the family and friends she and her wife hand picked to witness their day. The day Holly -and Gail- had been dreaming of for decades, their wedding day.

There were flowers and twinkly lights, elders and babies, laughter and tears, and Gail’s personal favourite, lots of food and alcohol. It perfectly set to them, the new Mrs Peck and Mrs Stewart. Gail wasn’t exactly hating it.

An insufferable clinking sounded through the speakers that were supposed to be playing music. Gail turned to find Chloe holding a glass up at the mic the DJ had been using, and she groaned.

“Hi, I’m Chloe, for those of you who don’t know. I’ve set up a little slide show of the brides lives together so far, and their closest friends and family to give little speeches.” Chloe chipped cheerily. She pointed to a white wall across the room, “it will be shown over there.”

Gail rolled her eyes, if it was up to her this wouldn’t have been happening. She wanted as little embarrassment as possible, that meant no sappy speeches, no slide shows, no picture reels that played in the dining room for the entire event, no clinks to press for kisses, but Gail allowed all of it because the smile it brought to Holly’s face. This whole thing was for her, and so she’d get everything she wanted.

The first slide was of a tiny Holly helping an even tinier Gail to stand. And so it begun…

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anonymous asked:

I know you've got internet issues right now so I'm not expecting it to happen soon. But I have my fingers totally crossed for an update of 'Best Friend's Ex'; love that fic :)

Last chapter, Ao3

“What’s up Grumpous?” Sue asked while shooting another zombie.

“Nothing. Why?”

Sue chanced a glance at the blonde beside her. “Because you’ve been quiet for the past three days, it’s weird and it’s worrying me.”

Gail chuckled.

“So, what’s up?” Sue asked again.

She killed three zombies, taking the time to gather the words. Gail hadn’t been able to think of anything but her and Holly’s almost kiss, about every emotion elicited that day because of the med student. It was nothing that she had ever experienced before. Sure she had boyfriends during high school, one of which lasted three years, but what she felt for them wasn’t even in the same ballpark as what she felt with Holly. Her head was swimming and all the brunette did was touch her waist, her hot breath against Gail’s had drove her insane. She didn’t get any sleep because the brunette kept creeping back into her mind, and being surrounded by her delicious scent wasn’t helping.

Even when she snuck out of the apartment in the wee hours of the morning and showered the second she got home, she was still consumed by Holly.

And then guilt set in. She almost kissed her best friend’s ex. It was one thing when she just had a crush on Holly, when all that happened was a few butterflies and maybe a smile or two. But now Gail knew -undeniably- that what was going on was much more than a crush, this was a liking, a lust, and if it was anyone else she would have woken up next to them by now. She had to tell Sue, she didn’t want to be sneaky and have an incident -which is what she’d started to call the almost kiss- happen again.

Her palms began to sweat. “I” she started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I-uh, I like Holly.”

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