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kendall / 22 / gmt indie rper multiverse & multimuse “you must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”

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“Silly,” she said. For a moment, it was all she could say. He was silly with his smile and his words and his steady gaze. He was silly with his grin and his biding my time nonsense. “You’re silly.” She felt like a kid: a teenager so hopelessly devoted to who they think is the love of their life. Some part of her wanted to combat it, to become Desiree of cold stone and hardened heart, but she couldn’t. Not with him. Not with Ollie. She’d never felt anything like this before, and she didn’t want to stop herself from feeling now. It was all so real, so wholesome, and she wanted every bit of it. She grinned at him and waited for the drink, but nonethelesss nodded at his question. “Sounds good to me, Mister I Am Biding My Time,” she mocked. “Hurry up and finish the drink already! Let’s go, go, go!”

With the cocktail done, Ollie slid the glass right under Dee’s nose. He wanted to get out of there, and more than that, he wanted to get out of there with her. Seeing her had been the thing he had been looking forward to all evening. No way was he leaving without her. “I’m silly.” He agreed, to more than she was probably thinking. Silly for taking his time to ask her out, even sillier for actually doing so. She was a passenger, though surely there weren’t any hard and fast rules against it. None that had stuck in his mind. None that he currently cared about. “Now drink up so some other, less handsomer bartender can take our orders.” Throwing a dish cloth on the counter, he nodded at his friend further down the bar, signalling that he was taking his leave from the night before coming to stand at Desiree’s side at the other side of the bar. “I’m all yours.”

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Her legs were so weak that they’d fail her even if she tried to stand. Bianca Grimes was no longer just Bianca Grimes now. She was somebody who carried the weight of somebody’s life on her, somebody who took that life. Though she’d planned it, made sure that it would happen, and timed it to perfection, she was no murderer. She didn’t look at the man she killed before she killed him. Did that make it better, or worse? Did that make her better, or worse? Bee hadn’t been a murderer, but she was one now. She remained shaking on the ground, not quite sure what she wanted from the man, until he offered her the night. “Th-Thank you.” Her mouth didn’t feel like her mouth. Her words didn’t feel like her words. She wished somebody would hug her. She wished her sister were still around. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Josh didn’t know what to do with the woman in front of him. She showed too much emotion, he thought of her as weak, yet the blood on her clothing made him question his assumption. Had she witnessed a love one’s death? Had she been the cause of someone else’s? Was this entire act a trap to lull him into a false sense of security? Whatever it was, it had worked. The offer was there for her to stay the night and if Josh had one thing left after the apocalypse, it was his word. “Just the night, then you leave in the morning. This ain’t no safe haven. It’s not a hotel. My place, my rules.” With his final words of warning, Joshed turned on his heel to head back inside. He didn’t wait for her to follow, nor did he really care if she did. The offer was there and she either used it or left. Neither mattered to him.

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Jane’s anxiety always got the best of her. It was an ever-present force in her life, a whisper at the back of her mind. Even now, despite Beck’s words, there was something within her that said no. Something at the back of her mind replayed the night: how, at the end of it all, Beck hadn’t even said good night. How Beck turned and waved without even so much as a hug. Her anxiety nagged at her. Only you enjoyed the night, it said. And for as much as Jane didn’t want to believe it, it felt true. She smiled, nonetheless, at the sound of Beck’s voice. When she spoke, she was soft and shy. She made her words sound like a joke, so as not to be taken too seriously. “Oh, really? Is that why you left so quickly, huh?”

Beck hadn’t been kicking himself at the way he ended the night when he did. He hadn’t even on the walk home, but hearing Jane question his choice, he couldn’t help the hand that covered his eyes. He was embarrassed. They had shared a lovely night and he had chickened out of anything further. Never mind a good night kiss, a hug or a kiss on the cheek would have been better than nothing. Maybe he was rustier in the dating department than he had originally thought. "I did, didn’t I?” A small, embarrassed laugh escaped him. Oh how he could only hope she was still interested. “I — uh, I panicked, I guess. You were there and I was there and I just —  went home.” Beck closed his eyes, head banging against the kitchen wall as he took a moment to collect himself. He wasn’t smooth, hadn’t been for years. All he could do was show his interest in Jane even if he hadn’t earlier that night. "What are the chances of you saying yes to a second date after that terrible performance?”

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Bee didn’t know it, but she was shaking. She couldn’t tell, what with all the adrenaline running through her. Everything felt numb. The cold air didn’t matter to her now. The scar on her thigh she’d earned after running across a loose branch didn’t even hurt. Nothing mattered. All she knew was that she had to get away. All she knew was that — the man spoke. And Bee knew better than to trust him. She knew not to trust strangers — especially not after all that had happened to her. But his voice was something human, and she broke. In one swift moment, everything felt real again. The cold. Her, shaking. Her thigh. The stench of her blood. The stench of another man’s blood on her. Bee dropped to her knees with tears in her eyes. “Please,” she begged. “Please— I need help.”

Josh liked to believe his heart was stone. It had been broken once before and iced over, long before the end of the world ever happened. Now he passed people and families by, not caring for them or their survival. They didn’t matter to him, and neither did the screams he heard in the middle of the night. His heart didn’t ache for the people he didn’t know and the fates they met, it didn’t ache at all. Instead it kept beating to ensure Josh’s survival. One heartbeat at a time kept Josh moving forward, but now with the unknown woman in front of him, he was stuck to his spot. He knew it was no way to survive the apocalypse by helping others. It would get him killed, or worse bitten, but never before had a grown woman been kneeling before him, begging for help as she wore what Josh assumed was another’s blood. “Get up, I don’t have time to carry dead meat.” His voice was gruff as if still getting used to speaking again. It had been a long time since he had spoken to another, an even longer time since he had shown any willing to help. “You’ve got one night then you’re gone.”

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Desiree liked to watch him. She had also been taught the art of observation. Her whole life was about reading people and being one step ahead of them. Her whole life was about being the better person — no, the best person — in the group. Watching Ollie, though, was not a form of competition. Watching him was pure entertainment. It helped that he was easy on the eyes — this much was true. Desiree’s smile grew wide as Ollie readied her drink, and even more so when he replied. “I know some people,” she said, “or a person. It depends what this handsome bartender is up to doing, to be honest.” Her gaze flitted from his face to his hands, then back up to meet his gaze. “I could show a certain bartender a good time, if he’s willing. Seems like I have to ask around here, because he’s too chicken.” She had a cheeky grin on her lips as she said this.

Ollie’s eyes barely left Desiree as he mixed her cocktail to perfection. The weeks spent on the boat had perfected his technique. Hand him the right ingredients and half of the drinks he could make with his eyes closed. But now was not the time to show off. All he was interested in was watching Dee, watching her reaction to his words, watching what kind of emotions she replied with. He wanted to find her ticks, her tells, though something told him she would never be an easy book to read. Placing the finished cocktail in front of Desiree, Ollie leaned forward on the bar, his two hands resting on the counter. “Well, this handsome bartender is as free as a bird. I don’t know what this talk about chicken is, though. I prefer biding my time.” A half grin sat on his face as he looked at her. Maybe she could read him better than he thought. “So how’s about it? We finish up here and hit the ship?”

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TITLE HELP ME OUT LOCATION BY A BARN IN THE WOODS TIMELINE THE FIRST TIME BEE & JOSH RUN INTO EACH OTHER WARNINGS DEATH, BLOOD, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE WITH JOSH SMITH TAGGING @daydreamxdaze

She’d taken a life. Without even so much as the bat of an eye, Bianca Grimes had taken a life. She felt no guilt really, though some part of her registered that she should feel it. As she ran away from her old campsite, all Bianca felt was a surge of accomplishment and pride. SHE’D DONE IT. She’d escaped. Though her plan hadn’t gone as seamless as she hoped it would, she’d nevertheless come out alive. That was what MATTERED. Now, she had to find a way to STAY ALIVE. Bianca was running through the woods, foolishly not looking properly through the dark, when she ran into another. Her eyes were bloodshot and wide with adrenaline. For a moment, all she could do was try and make out the man’s face.

The night had once been Josh’s friend. It covered him as he stole cars, it wrapped itself around him when he felt lonely, and then one day the light came and uncovered him to the laws of the land. Now there were no laws. Now it was a free for all. The end of the world had caused people to turn their back on what they thought was right and live only for themselves. Josh had hated the dog eat dog way of society long before it was the only way to survive, so as soon as the virus broke, Josh took to relying on only himself. He didn’t need a group of survivors, he didn’t want a one either, but maybe if he had he’d have spotted the lone woman before she ran into what he considered his property. It was his refuge and his alone. No woman, not even one with wide eyes and covered in blood, would ruin that.  “You can’t be here. You need to leave.”

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TITLE DO YOU TRUST ME? LOCATION AROUND THE CRUISE SHIP TIMELINE A FEW DAYS AFTER DES & OLLIE HAVE MET WITH OLLIE LEWIS TAGGING @daydreamxdaze

If Desiree’s mother knew she was flirting with the cruise bartender, she’d rip all of Desiree’s hair out and lock her away for the rest of forever. But she’d already done that, hadn’t she? She’d already gone and locked Desiree away by keeping her from living her life, and might as well have shave her head for all the times she’d scolded her daughter. This time, Desiree’s mother didn’t have to know. This time, Desiree could do as she pleased. She and Ollie had been flirting through text and in passing for quite a few days; her mother knew none of it. Desiree, however, wanted to go beyond the passing glances and the secret texts. She worked up the courage to get to the bar at around half-past midnight, and raised her hand to catch Ollie’s attention behind the counter. When he saw her, she smiled. “One Sex on the Beach please”—and her smile was undeniable—”and a handsome bartender to go along with that.”

Though Ollie had been at work for hours in body, in spirit he was somewhere else entirely. Every blonde that walked into the bar, his heart rate increased, hoping it was one blonde in particular. Each woman disappointed him though. None were her. But still he hoped she would arrive by the end of his shift. The clock continued turning and before he knew it, he was due to clock out, although less hopeful of seeing Desiree than before. They had been flirting since the day they met, though Ollie was yet to work up the courage to ask her out. Where there rules against dating passengers? Did he care? Before he had chance to leave the bar, he spotted Dee walking towards him and the smile on his face was instant. “Only because you ask so nicely.” He winked, turning to collect all the ingredients he needed. “You’re my last for today. Do you know what a handsome bartender can get up to this late at night? Or who with?”

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TITLE HERE LIES MY HEART LOCATION JANE & BECK’S SPECIFIC HOMES TIMELINE AFTER THEIR FIRST DATE, JUST AS JANE HAS SETTLED INTO BED WITH BECKETT GRANT TAGGING @daydreamxdaze

Jane Monroe knew one thing: she shouldn’t allow herself to get attached so easily. She was an anomaly, after all; her name, a secret and her identity, false. To let someone in would be to allow them a version of her that wasn’t real. Though Jane supposed, this was her reality now. She was no longer Victoria; her past would be just another stain on the map. Still, she was with mixed emotions after her date with Beck. As much as she wanted to distance herself from him, she did enjoy herself — a lot. So much so that she stared at Beck’s number in her phone as she got into bed. So much so that she dialled the number. So much so that she cursed herself under her breath. She shouldn’t be doing this, yet here she was. Nevertheless, Jane had a smile on her lips as the phone rang, feeling much like a high schooler would when calling their crush.

Beck had been smiling to himself the entire walk home from Jane’s. For as long as it had been him going on a date, it had been even longer since he had thoroughly enjoyed himself on one like he had that evening. The pair got on like a house on fire and there hadn’t been an awkward pause, but that didn’t stop Beck from freezing at the end of the night. As he dropped Jane off at her door, he didn’t wait to be let inside, he simply turned and waved goodbye from the sidewalk. Still, he hadn’t started kicking himself over the matter. He would see Jane soon. In fact, he would call her tomorrow to be sure of it. Fate wouldn't have it that way though, and as Beck put his mobile on charge, it began to ring, the caller ID making his heart rate beat that much faster. “Hey, I was just thinking about you.”

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Josh & Bee: things you said under the stars and in the grass

TITLE I AMLOCATION NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM THEIR CURRENT CAMPSITETIMELINE AT SOME POINT IN THE FUTURE, AFTER THEY’VE JUST DEALT WITH A COUPLE OF BANDITSWITH JOSH SMITHTAGGING @daydreamxdaze

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Ollie & Desiree: things you said after it was over

TITLE APOLOGIESLOCATION THE CRUISETIMELINE AFTER OLLIE FINDS OUT DES IS ENGAGEDWITH OLLIE LEWISTAGGING @daydreamxdaze

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Beck & Jane: things you said when you were crying

TITLE THE LOVE YOU GIVELOCATION A LIT UP LITTLE SHACK ON SOME PRIVATE PART OF A BEACHTIMELINE BECK PROPOSES TO JANEWITH BECKETT GRANTTAGGING @daydreamxdaze

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Muse: Asher Isaacson Plot: based on THIS Open to: f/nb

He’d stayed in the small town a day or two longer than he had planned. Every day he came into the diner and saw them there, spoke to them, grew to like them just that bit more. He wasn’t sure why he gravitated towards them, but he did, and although he had to get moving, continue with his journey, he wanted them to stick around. With his leg jittering up and down under the booth table, Asher waited for them to fill his coffee cup so he could propose an adventure. “I know this is gunna sound real strange, but I’m heading out of town today and I just wondered...” Asher stopped for a second, looking into their eyes as he built up the courage to ask the question. “I just wondered if you wanted to come? With me, that is. See the sights a little.”

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“I swear to God, huh?” There is a teasing lilt to his words as he finally gets tired of observing the irritated woman slam her palms against the innocent door of his apartment. It has been amusing, to say the last, to watch as she seems to unleash her fury; he’s not in a hurry, so he could’ve continued until she exhausted herself, but this time Liam decides to be the one who ends this game. For what reason, he’s not certain — perhaps it is the surprise of seeing none other than Odette Harrington anywhere what belongs to him.

“I didn’t know time had turned you into a believer. Is that what you do nowadays? Joined the forces of the Almighty Lord.” The corners of his lips tug upward, but no sound escapes — it’s like they’re in a public place, attempting to communicate something scandalous with the constant threat of someone eavesdropping looming over their heads. His eyes take in every detail of the woman ( what has changed, what has remained the same ), and each new discovery confirms there is no way what he just said could ever be true. She might look like an angel, but poison is always best concealed underneath pretty things, yes? Besides, if there was anyone who personified the phrase “not all that glitters is gold”, it was him.

Liam uncrosses his arms and lets them fall back to his sides as he stands straight. Once again, he allows the silence to fall over them, indifferent to whether Odette enjoys it or not, when he makes his next move. Calmly, he saunters over to her and gently pushes her aside, so he can open the door. It’s done with a simple movement of his hand and then, after an audible click, Liam pushes it open and steps inside his humble abode. Another quick movement and he’s turned around, one arm gesturing toward the other rooms of the place. “Please, come in, Harrington. You can tell me over a glass of champagne to what do I owe this pleasure of seeing you abuse my apartment door.”

Odette visibly jumped when she heard Liam’s voice. So much for her having the upper hand for bringing this to his front door. Still, she took a second to compose herself. Though she was ready to confront him, a part of her was still nervous of seeing him in person. It was a lot easier to flip a page in a magazine than it was to face up to him in person. Maybe she should have thought her plan through a little more before jumping on the plane. Or had a plan at all. But she was tired, and frustrated, and ready to put a stop to the messages.

“I’d join forces with anyone and anything if it meant I got what I wanted.” She stated, her voice firm as she turned around to finally come face to face with Liam. Her anger subsided for the slightest of moments as she saw just how much had changed since she had last seen him. He was no longer the young fool who she had been head over heels for. Liam was now older, his features looked harsher, or maybe that was just the way he looked at her. Of course she still had love for him, she always would. He was her first love, perhaps her only, but now there were only miles and miles of distance between them.

“And while I appreciate the offer, I’m not here for pleasantries. This isn’t some social call.” Odette stood at the threshold of his apartment, in two minds as to what to do. Her heart begged for one last decent conversation with Liam while her head screamed for her to deliver her message and get out. However, she knew what she needed to say was probably best delivered behind closed doors. Not that anyone would have heard them in the empty corridor.

Stepping inside his home, Odette closed the door behind her with a soft click. She had to say what she wanted before she lost her nerve, and so with her chin held high, she looked at Liam with a hard gaze. “What I want, and what I came here for, is for you to stop with the messages. They aren’t funny, they never were, and quite frankly, I’d have thought you’d have been more imaginative, and kind, if you wanted to talk to me again.”

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BLAST FROM THE PAST // ODETTE & LIAM  — @sayeedswritings

Odette had ignored the first message, thinking it was just some internet troll trying to get a rise out of her. Her inbox was inundated with messages from fans and foes alike. For every positive comment she received, there was a negative one just behind it. Everyone wanted a piece of her, everyone had an opinion on her, and that was what she liked. She thrived on people talking about her. She wanted the world to know who she was and that was why she posted her life all over social media. How else could she reach people across the globe who would otherwise not know of Odette Harrington.

But as the second, and third and fourth messages came, Odette couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It wasn’t a night she enjoyed looking back on. Everything had changed that late summer evening. Her life had been turned upside down. Only three people knew the truth about what happened. One was halfway across the country, the other was dead. 

She hadn’t seen Liam in years, hadn’t spoken to him in even longer. Neither had been able to look the other in the eye after the accident. Their relationship had been strained, forced, until one day they broke apart completely. Odette had avoided him ever since. Instead of dwelling on the past and what lingered in it, Odette had tried to move on. And she had, for the most part. She had created a new life for herself, and now it was in danger of being tainted by whoever was filling her inbox was threats. They knew too many details. Details that no one should know. At least, no one outside of the two of them. 

That was how she found herself outside of his door. Completely and utterly fed up with what she assumed were his messages. Odette had talked her way through security, alluding that her appearance was to be a surprise. Which, in all honesty, it would be. Just one she doubted he’d appreciate. Before her anger could dissipate and give way to the nerves she felt about seeing Liam again, Odette knocked on the door. As her patience wore thin, her knocks turned into her palms slamming on the door. “Liam, your parents said you were home! I swear to God, answer your damn door!”

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INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT: ↳ Odette Rosalind Harrington

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A smirk ghosted over Nathaniel’s lips as the woman cursed under her breath. There was barely any time to react or make a joke, as the next thing he knew, the woman was kissing him again. And he welcomed it. Nathaniel kissed her back, more passionately this time as he pressed her naked body against his. The back of Nathaniel’s mind buzzed with the knowledge of how stupid this was, but he couldn’t stopped himself. Slowly, he allowed his hands to settle on the woman’s waist.

Before going any further, or allowing his hands to roam her body, Nate pulled away to look into the woman’s eyes. He said, “Is this—” And he gestured to her body like it was something holy. “Can I—” His hands moved towards the hook of her bra, before his lips found hers again. He pulled her in for another heavy kiss, though did not allow himself to do anything else until he heard her answer.

Logan had given into temptation and damn did it feel good. The man’s mouth moved against hers expertly as they both fought for dominance. It felt like they had done this a million times, each knowing when to give and when to take, even though they had only met moments before. The fire between them was palpable, and undeniable. She couldn’t stop, but she didn’t want to.

“Yes,” she breathed in between kisses. Logan wanted this, wanted him. But she was grateful for his asking, grateful she could take the lead. She pulled her head back just enough that she could look into his eyes, so that he can see just how much of an effect he’s having on her. She was his for the night if he wanted, and so she nodded her head at him slowly, purposefully. “I want you.” And with those three words, with what little vantage she had, she pushed him over to the bed.

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TITLE Drunk Dancing LOCATION The fresher party at the fraternity house at RADA TIMELINE The start of the school year WITH Devin McGrath ( @daydreamxdaze )

She shouldn’t have been drinking. Truth was, Alexa shouldn’t even be at this party. The last thing she wanted to be was at this party. But her twin sister had insisted — and, for as much as she hated the brat’s attitude, Alexa did love her sister. It’s our first college party, her sister had said. Don’t you want to try being a normal person for once? She didn’t, of course — at least not in the way the world wanted her to be normal. But, in the end, she did go. And that was how she ended up here:

Drunk. Dancing. And definitely regretting this in the morning.

As she fell from the table she was dancing on, Alexa fell into strong arms instead of the cold floor. She really should’ve thanked him — really. Instead, she managed to retort, “Nice catch, twinkle toes.” She snorted. “Now let me go, let me go.” Her words were a stumble of a slurred mess as she attempted to get back on her two feet.

Devin McGrath was made for bigger and better things than a freshers party. He had been to A-Lister parties in London and LA alike. He had met and worked with some of the best in the business, yet he still found himself surrounded by his ‘peers’. Would he have gone if he didn’t have an agenda? Probably not, but Devin had been set a task, one that would keep him entertained throughout the school year if he played it just right. It was a challenge for his acting skills, and that had been one of the main reasons he had agreed. Now all he had to do was find his target.

Wandering around the party, avoiding small talk to the best of his ability, it was when he entered the dining room that he saw her. He didn’t have time to think of his next move because next thing he knew she was falling and and he was trying to save her. Devin had never pictured himself as a knight in shining armour before.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, rolling his eyes as he set her back on the floor. The attitude wouldn’t help him though, so instead he turned on the concern.  “You sure you’re alright? I mean, you didn’t hit your head but I’d sit if I was you. Catch your breath a second.”