#lastcrush

[notyourpersonalarmy666]

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[hctclcalifornia]

@lastcrush sent: ❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ from lennox to olivia

"no— no, please. just give me a second to um, clean up my face and then we can go to the afterparty." another awards night meant another night with olivia feeling like a failure. she'd tried so hard to keep it together — it was the people's choice awards for god's sakes, it wasn't the most prestigious night — but her emotions had overwhelmed her again. lennox (her fake boyfriend, another failure on her behalf) had just been unlucky enough to be stuck in the hotel room they'd nabbed for her. no doubt he was wishing his management had set him up with someone else instead.

olivia reached for a makeup wipe as she sat at the bathroom mirror, trails of mascara marking her brightly rouged cheeks. "you'd think after five years in the industry i'd be able to hold it together but i— i don't know if i'll ever get used to it." her eyes leave her own gaze in the mirror, looking up to lennox's reflection instead. there was a long silence as she wiped at her now ruined makeup, glad to have somebody there with her to keep her from completely spiraling.

"thank you," she says suddenly, setting the wipe in the trash and finally looking away from him, "i know you only had to like, see me back to the hotel or whatever but i'm just— i'm glad you're here."

[pacificgrimsarc]

@lastcrush | soleil & ?

"I may not be an expert on livin' in the cold or anythin'," she said, struggling to hold a heart-shaped dutch oven in her hands as she stood on the other's doorstep, "but I sure can make a mean pot'a gumbo that's got 'nough spice to keep you warm for the whole storm." Soleil, bundled up in a long coat, beanie, and scarf, flashed a smile and held up the dutch oven a little higher, even if it was heavy as hell. Behind her, the blizzard blew; somehow, though, she made it over here.

[hctclcalifornia]

@lastcrush sent: i love watching you work . — santi to jason

he can't help but startle slightly, so focused on a new processor he'd been building for his desktop. setting his tools aside he turns in the chair to face santi, a slight flush on his cheeks as he sees him. "i think you're probably the first person who has ever said that to me," jason said, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "are you ah, hungry or anything? i wouldn't mind taking a break for dinner." usually he'd just throw a pizza in the oven and call it good, but there was something about the quiet companionship they shared while actually making dinner that had jason looking forward to cooking for once in his life.

[hctclcalifornia]

@lastcrush sent: ❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜ — vicente to sidney

she feels near delirious at that point, brain running through everything that had happened in bullet points:

my name is sidney prescott. i survived another asshole in a ghostface mask. i am alive.

it's hard to relax in the hospital bed, eyes scanning over vicente to make sure he isn't too badly injured— she's not sure what she'd do if she lost him too. sidney smiles, teary as she reaches out to hold his hand. "i don't know. i was afraid..." she's afraid of so much, it seems. too much to name. but at least she's not facing it alone. "i'm just glad you're okay."

[hctclcalifornia]

@lastcrush sent: [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms , sidcente

she's still breathing heavy despite being wide awake now, sweat plastering hair to her forehead as she leans against vicente. even after all these years she's still straining to listen for footsteps in the lower area of the house, waiting to hear the extra breath that belongs to an intruder. she's broken from her thoughts by vic taking one of her hands and pressing it against his chest, taking deep breaths in and out. instantly she understands— deep breaths, calm and steady. it helps to slow her pulse, to relax more into him and forget that awful nightmare. "thank you," she breathes, when all is said and done. "i owe you one."

[hctclcalifornia]

@lastcrush sent: “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  — santi to winnie

of all the ways to find out she wasn’t indestructible, getting her ass kicked in a bar fight had to be the most embarrassing. although she’s grateful that jason is soundly asleep at this late hour she’s less excited about the step-dad lecture she’s about to get from santi instead. his words were much more biting than jason’s.

“nobody. don’t worry about it.” her tone is clipped, tight. she doesn’t even really look at santi as she passes him to head into the living room that is still half an office, still protectively clutching her left arm to her chest. though she can’t truly bruise she can be cut, which was clearly evidenced by the dark blue liquid still leaking out. “i’ll fix it myself, okay?”

[hctclcalifornia]

"was it crazy being alive when dinosaurs were walking around?" there's a shit-eating grin on her face, long legs tucked under her as she makes herself comfortable in the armchair she'd claimed. jason had passed out long ago (thankfully not at his desk this time), leaving her and santi like two cowboys in a standoff. their duel? the puzzles they'd been working on; while there was no actual race, winnie liked getting hers done first. "it's a miracle none of them ate you." / @lastcrush