#loren ⟼ starter.

[bitchfiits]

open to ⟼ m/w/nb. two muses, any combo!

based on ⟼ this and this.

she didn’t expect her night to end up like this — cradling a cheap bottle of beer, sat across from them; but, loren didn’t mind it either. she felt like a god in a way, practically had them eating out of the palm of her hand without even lifting a single finger. she treated it like a game, attention fixed on one of them long enough to instill an interest while simultaneously attempting to get a rise out of the other. just when she had one, she’d switch. whether they were jealous, desperate, it didn’t matter ... it was far too entertaining for her regardless. “so,” she hummed lowly, teeth sinking into the glossy flesh of her bottom lip. “have you two ever…” head tilted as she shared a glance between the two of them. 

[coconvtfm]

🥥 WHO? melissa loren - fc: gillian anderson

🥥 WHAT?  melissa, editor-chief of a fashion magazine, has fallen for a much younger woman. she feels the same, but melissa doubts their chances as a couple because of the age gap, melissa's demanding career, her three children... everything, really.

🥥 OPEN TO? f or afab nb - 25-35 - model, designer, photographer, daughter of her nemesis/employee/board member, assistant, teacher of her ten-year-old triplets, massage therapist, hairstylist, anything!

WRITTEN WITH BETA | @indiestarter

"you are just too young for me, this is a bad idea." melissa insisted as they stood mere inches apart. she wanted to kiss her, and act on these feelings that were driving her insane... yet, she couldn't. this would end in disaster for both of them, wouldn't it. "you don't know what you're getting into with me." she added because that was another layer. her own personality. she was ruthless, a workaholic, and egocentric. she knew that. not many could see through that to her good qualities...

[couldawouldashoulda50]

From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander

The Sweden Chapter - Part Two Link to Part One is here

A/N - So, I know I've mentioned a baker's dozen times that my tendency is to write longer fics, even than what I initially intend to. So I'm introducing Part Two now...with the understanding that a third part is required to hopefully tie up all the loose ends between William and Loren. Nevertheless, @misshoneyimhome, we're getting there! Again, thank you for always being so open AND encouraging to talk it out whenever a Loren/Willy thought comes up that I need to work through. Notes and Warnings - goes without saying - profanity, smut (basic p in v, oral - m receiving). Any references to past "goings on" between players and an ex, or current girlfriends, friends etc. in this piece is strictly fiction.

Word count - 5.9k 18+ only please.

Recap - Round One for the Leafs seemed to be plagued with a string of unfortunate events right from the very beginning. After the “Where’s Willy” fiasco began to dissipate, more unusual circumstances took hold which further casted a shadow over the Maple Leafs. As the games in the round progressed, the Leafs lost their grip in Games 3 and 4, finding themselves in a precarious position by Game 5. To add to matters, star player Auston Matthews fell ill, and even more speculation swirled about the almost 70 goal scorer’s dedication to winning. The situation reached a boiling point when cameras caught the 3 star forwards arguing on the bench which quickly went viral. As some headlines alluded to, it really seemed like the team was a total dumpster fire. The team had reached new heights of pressure and scrutiny within Leafs Land.

However, just when all seemed lost, the Leafs mounted a remarkable comeback. After Game 5, William, with an extraordinary performance, single-handedly scored all goals in both Games 6 and 7. Given the tight defense known in playoff hockey, scoring those goals, 3 in total, was an impressive feat. As if the Leafs got a shock from a defibrillator, the team and the city suddenly had renewed hope in mounting a surge to take Game 7.

Joe Woll stood tall, delivering an almost flawless performance in Game 6. He came excruciatingly close to securing a shutout, showcasing his outstanding ability under pressure.

Unfortunately, Woll's sustained an injury late in Game 6, leaving the team without their hot starter for the crucial Game 7.

With Woll sidelined, the responsibility fell to Ilya Samsonov, affectionately known as "Sammy" by his teammates and fans. Samsonov fought hard in the crease in Game 7, making several crucial saves to keep the Leafs' hopes alive. Despite his best efforts and the team's perseverance, fate had other plans. In a heartbreaking turn of events, the Bruins managed to clinch the series victory in overtime, sending the Leafs to yet another first-round exit. The tortured fans, players, and franchise were once again dejected—while others were spurned and filled with outrage.

In the aftermath of the disappointing playoff run, Loren and William maintained sporadic communication. Their interactions were affectionate but brief. Loren was back working several overnight shifts at the group home while scheduling and making lesson plans for her French students. She also wanted to give William the time and space that she felt he needed in the days after Game 7.

William had taken the loss hard, and as much as he wanted to feel Loren's presence, he also wanted to steer clear of feeling the void once she left him again. Instead, he navigated through exit meetings, locker clean-out day, and catching up with friends. He began to feel a sense of excitement as offseason travel plans were confirmed, as well as family get-togethers at their lake house in Sweden.

The day William was scheduled to leave for Stockholm hit Loren harder than she anticipated. She wasn't sure of the time of his flight, but it didn't matter anyway. She already had a pit in her stomach just with the knowledge. She told herself that perhaps by the time William returned for the 2024 season, something between them would be solidified, whether it would break her heart or not. A lot could change for both of them in the coming months.

Outside his building, William loaded his SUV with some additional hockey gear when a message from Loren appeared on his cell. It was a heartfelt note—humorous, nostalgic, and positive. He'd planned to make last-minute stops for Toronto souvenirs for the younger kids in his family, but suddenly, seeing Loren seemed far more important.

Truth be told, he was only planning on video-calling her once he was at the airport. He had a lot of emotions swirling around, especially for Loren. He didn’t want do that Hollywood scene of him driving away, leaving the woman he cared for behind.

However thoughts lingered in his head that it was a shitty thing to do given all the support she gave him, and well - just her being her.

William, who rarely made impulsive decisions, changed his mind. He decided to surprise her and to say goodbye in person before his departure.

The 40-minute drive north felt oddly therapeutic, trading the shadows of the city's high-rises with the shade of mature trees. William thought to himself how much he enjoyed escaping to Loren's here and there after they met. Pablo and Banksy had a yard to run around in, while William and Loren snuggled in a lounge chair on the deck, mouths red from making out.

William had checked that Loren was home before he departed, thanks to her location settings still enabled on her phone. It was weeks ago that William asked her to turn the share location settings on, just to see who would arrive at his condo first - him from the airport and her from the suburbs. He won the race - but she got the reward of him, impatiently waiting and hungry for her to get there.

He pulled along the curb to her house, finding her outside, engrossed in yard work with her earbuds in. She had her long mane pulled through the back of a baseball cap, and the rest of her exposed skin was streaked with dirt and covered in sweat.

William couldn't help but be impressed by the sight of Loren working in her yard. Not to mention that he found her absolutely stunning this way. He surveyed her house, she had accomplished a lot since he was there last. Her porch was adorned with flower containers that had started to blossom with vibrant colors, and had large hanging ferns which added an almost tropical flair. This house represented more than just a roof over Loren's head, and the way she cared for it spoke volumes about how much she effort she put in her surroundings. For a moment, William found himself imagining what it would be like to come home to her, knowing how calm and peaceful she made his space feel too.

Loren turned and spotted William walking up the path. Her eyes lit up and she flashed him a bright smile as as he approached her.

He started to pull her in for a hug her when she stopped him, shaking her head. “I’m filthy, sweaty and probably smell like…hmm….well, never mind - just not good…” she laughed.

William brought her into him and hugged her tightly anyway.

He told her she looked like she could use a break and commented that her yard looked phenomenal. The two walked into the house together, making the typical small talk - Loren asking questions, William answering and then a little bit of teasing each other.

Loren offered William a drink, which he accepted. They sat under the pergola of the back deck, which also boasted lush green plants that provided additional privacy.

Although the conversation remained easy, there was a weight to the overall mood and tone. Loren mentioned how strange it was not to see the dogs trotting through the house after him. Once she said it, her throat tightened with emotions that she had been fighting to subdue. Knowing Pablo and Banksy were already in Stockholm underscored the finality of William's departure.

William could see Loren's efforts to remain composed and positive, knowing that there was a cyclone of feelings that churned inside each of them. She continued to show interest in how the first weeks back in Stockholm would look for him. He wanted to ask her more, but she'd always turn the subject back onto him, almost as though she assumed her plans wouldn't interest him.

It's not how he felt. Not by a mile, but he had a flight to catch, so his questions were left unanswered.

Loren glanced at her watch and knew that William needed to leave. She reached for his empty glass as he stood, following her back into the house.

She set the glasses down on the counter and they began to walk to the front door. Loren was beginning to say her goodbyes, her voice not yet breaking but on its way.

He took a chance and pulled her tightly against him, telling her how deeply he appreciated everything she did for him. He had thought of a million ways to thank her but, knowing how stubborn she'd be in accepting any gratitude, he set his thoughts aside. Yet, he wanted to make sure she heard him now.

Loren's throat tightened as she fought to maintain composure. She endured the firm embrace, yearning for it to never end. William’s kiss followed, a moment so intense it seemed to lift her off her feet. And once again, he was gone.

As William drove away, he grappled with conflicting emotions. He felt he shouldn't be leaving her—she should be coming with him. He understood Loren's past necessity to "live to work," but he admired her tireless efforts to shift towards "working to live."

All the same, it frustrated him that she'd probably never accept anything from him costlier than a meal in an expensive restaurant. Even if he offered to take her on a trip, she'd likely decline, unable to afford "her half” of the cost. Shaking his head at the thought of her stubbornness, he continued his drive back to the city.

Meanwhile, Loren began to undress and have a long, hot shower. The tears that had welled up in her eyes after William had left had fallen, been swiped away, and now had vanished. As she stood in the steady stream of warm water, she contemplated that she had the same thought as the last time he left. She would miss him. She felt he was inherently good and kind, and would always cherish her moments with him.

At the same time, Loren knew the months ahead for each of them would be totally different.

William's days would be filled with seeing friends and family, attending get-togethers, celebrations, and just catching up with loved ones.

He would travel, eat, and drink, while meeting the most beautiful women, whom one, or even a few, might be blessed by his touch throughout the night.

Loren's imminent future, albeit not nearly as glamorous as William's, still excited her. From her staunchly frugal ways in the past, she had learned to save money, which she squirreled away for something unusual—special. She was considering a much-needed break. Two weeks in the Caribbean sounded heavenly, and she almost had the funds to make the trip happen, plus cover whatever time away from work that her vacation pay wouldn't cover.

The additional funds she had begun to make with her tutoring were making other dreams she had more of a reality as well. Loren felt like she was getting control of her life, and it felt good.

—

The remainder of May, and throughout June was spent in William’s traditional manner, a much-deserved period of decompression after a rollercoaster of a season. The 2023/2024 season was one to remember for William. He began the season breaking personal and franchise records, dominated the headlines on and off the ice at the Global Series in Stockholm, and was a fan-voted addition to the All-Stars. He broke his season point total, and scored 40 goals for the second season in a row.

He earned every bit of rest, relaxation and time spent doing whatever he wanted.

William's calendar quickly filled up with an array of engagements. His phone buzzed constantly with invitations from friends eager to catch up. There were tennis matches to watch, exotic vacations to take, golf games to win, and family to visit. With a constant jammed-packed itinerary, moments when he was alone were rare. Nevertheless, William happily immersed himself in the vibrant social life that accompanied his stardom.

However, in those moments he found himself alone, he would occasionally scroll through pictures during his times with Loren. Some were posed shots but some were candid moments. Either way, her beauty and her sweetness was captured in each one. He thought about messaging her, but with hundreds of message notifications every time he accessed his phone, he continually put it off. He considered for a brief moment to call, but he was stuck in a suspended state in his mind - wanting to talk to her but inevitably talking himself out of it.

In late June, William was out to dinner with friends before he departed for the annual Nylander family vacation. It was a fun and casual dinner with one of his closest friends and former teammate, Rasmus Sandin (aka Sandy), as well as few hockey players from Modo, his former hockey club in Sweden.

William’s phone buzzed as it did continuously throughout the day, but this time, the sender caught his attention. It was Max Domi, William’s teammate. Max and William were friends, but at that moment, William found it odd that Max would message him outside of their customary group chat.

Sandy saw the perplexed look on William’s face and leaned in to glance at his phone. The two shared no secrets so William angled his phone for Sandy to see.

Max’s note to go with the accompanying picture was fairly simple.

M - Look who came to visit Estelle today…

A picture of Loren appeared. Estelle, Max’s girlfriend who is a professional make-up artist, took a candid shot of her new model, as Loren touched up her lipstick.

Loren’s image jolted William. He felt an ache deep within him as he absorbed every detail of the photo. Her hair was loosely pinned on either side, her long, sandy blonde curls fell across her back. The little simple satin little black dress that adorned her curves perfectly.

Sandy’s brows lifted on his face as he turned to his long-time buddy. “Who’s that? Wait…that’s - is that Loren?”

“Yeah, that’s her. Fucking Max, man - I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”

“What- so he sent you the picture? What is she doing with him?” Sandy shook his head. “Does he know you two were sort of dating or whatever it was?” Sandy’s expression was a mix of confusion and wariness on William’s behalf.

William exited the picture and re-read Max’s tex. “Hold on - he said she was visiting Max’s girlfriend. Ok, yeah….they’ve met, I knew they had been talking here and there, but I don’t get why she’s all dressed up, like hair and make-up sort of thing.”

Sandy rolled his eyes a little, feeling the answer was pretty obvious. “Probably club-hopping…”

It was William’s turn to roll his eyes. “At 2 in the afternoon? C’mon man.” William chuckled.

Sandy shrugged his shoulders. “Couldn’t been taken at a different time….fuck’d if I know….just guessing.”

William’s stomach was turning, which turned him off the rest of his burger. He texted Max back, and the two quickly caught up with their whereabouts and other goings on.

He was glad the boys just wanted to head home after dinner - William was in no mood for going out to a bar. All he could think about is going home and calling Loren. And that’s exactly what he did.

William messaged Loren first to find out if she was busy. It didn’t take her long to respond, first with a buoyant greeting, followed by she’s at work but she can talk for awhile.

Loren was outside at the group home taking a break on the patio when William video called her. She still had whatever make-up hadn’t evaporated or rubbed off from her visit with Estelle. William was completely mesmerized for a moment when he saw her on the screen.

The pair chatted enthusiastically as Loren asked a million questions, while William willingly answered them all.

In reality though, he was the one with the burning questions and he patiently waited for the right moment.

It came when Loren apologized for bombarding him, and asked if everything was ok.

“Oh, yeah - everything’s good….I just - Max sent me a pic of you today and —”

Loren interrupted with an apologetic groan. “Fuck, I’m so sorry - I told him not to bug you with that.” Loren continued with a slight laugh. “I don’t know if you have to use reverse psychology to get Max to listen - I just didn’t want him to bother you on vacation.”

“Loren - it’s no bother - it’s a beautiful picture…I’m glad he sent it but I didn’t really understand…I mean, are you and his girlfriend hanging out or….like three of you or….?” William’s voice trailed off.

“No, I - not really. Estelle and I sort of kept in touch after we met that first time you brought me out at that lounge. I needed some advice from her and I reached out. Ended up taking some pictures at her little studio.”

William's nerves began to settle. He realized that he had a certain possessiveness towards Loren, especially a) when he was thousands of kilometers away from where she was and b) she was in close proximity to Max, his current teammate. Max had a "shared" experience with a girl that later dated William, which added to his overall unease.

Loren explained that an unsolicited and unexpected opportunity arose which just happened to be right up her alley. The catch, however, was that it involved Loren teaching French dialogue to mature students, which would be recorded and posted across a number of social media platforms. Loren was never one to post much online, and William saw the humor in Loren landing a job that would shove her completely out of her comfort zone.

Loren heard William laughing as she rhymed off every self-deprecating thought she had about being in front of a camera. She jokingly scoffed at William not to make fun of her as she laughed along with him.

Despite her own misgivings, the company that hired her was thrilled with what they saw, but they wanted Loren a little more "glammed up," so she reached out to Estelle to help balance her makeup with the ring lights used for recording content.

William asked how the company discovered her in the first place.

Loren sighed. "Oh god—it was Chelsea, my friend's daughter, who roped me into doing this thing for her new position at her work. She's the one who lent me all of those clothes—you know, that red dress and—"

William fucking loved that dress on her. "I remember it well—you surprised me in it one night… that was a fucking good night…"

"Mmmm… it was," Loren said affectionately. She remembered it well. too. William had invited her to stay after returning from a road trip to Buffalo back in late March. The minute William walked in and saw her in that dress, he bent her over the arm of his couch. It was the first time he had been more dominant with her, and she couldn't get enough of him that night.

Loren had to veer off the memory lane of past sex-capades with William and get back on the subject.

"I just—I have never really gotten into the whole influencer, content creation stuff… I didn't really realize how it all worked. I've known Chelsea for a long time—she's always asking to style me. When I agreed, she kind of interviewed me about the tutoring thing after I was all dolled up. She presented it to her company, they loved it and she got the green light to post it. One thing led to another and all of a sudden, I get hired doing this. It's unreal how quickly it's all happened."

William had a sinking feeling. Loren truly was a rare diamond, and he knew how lucky he was to know her. But with her beauty, both inside and out, she was going to garner a lot of attention online. William knew how unfair it was to feel this way, but he didn't want others to know how amazing and special she is—like she was this exquisite secret that only he knew about.

"So would I be considered a mature student? Could you give me a French lesson for free? Heading to Saint-Tropez in a few days so I could use some help," William smiled as he spoke.

"Mature might be a stretch—," Loren laughed.

"Hey now—be nice…," William teasingly warned.

"Hmmmm….knowing the things you’ll get up to, one phrase should suffice. I’m surprised it's not in your normal Saint Tropez repertoire. Ready? Okay - here it is. 'Voulez-vous… coucher…"

"Oh my fucking —come on…," William laughed.

Loren drew out every single syllable. "Avec moi… ce soir."

William could feel the heat rising in his face. She assumed he would be on some sort of fuck fest while on vacation. Maybe that was accurate once upon a time but not as much nowadays, and certainly not while he was with family.

"That hurts that you think that… I'm not with a different girl every day…," William played it off as a joke but it did hurt his feelings a little.

Loren thought about uttering one more jab, but he did sound a little miffed. "Sorry, just jealous I suppose… I admit it." William could hear her smiling as she conceded.

After ending the call with Loren, William felt the same unsettling sensation growing in his core. once again. He threw a few more items in his suitcase, closed it up and wheeled it aside while he tried to calm how aggravated he felt.

He sent a text to female friend from his Stockholm roster. A beneficial friend that he felt might help take the edge off.

He received a quick response. She’d be over in an hour.

—

The pairing between the Nylanders and Saint-Tropez is like discovering the perfect wine to pair with a gorgeous meal. Life is so good when they're together.

This year's trip to the south of France expanded beyond the immediate family and significant others. William and Alex invited friends to join them at various points during their stay at the villa. Alex had rekindled his relationship with his former flame, Isla, whose closest friends also arrived as part of the group.

Their place of sunny refuge was usually buzzing with people, either staying back to enjoy some peace by the pool or venturing into town for some shopping.

When "the boys" were there, they worked out together on the pool deck, every muscle group being worked—their darkening skin glistened with sweat in the sun.

When "the girls" were there, they lay in the sun by the pool, their perfectly formed ass cheeks tanned golden brown.

William generally kept his distance while harmlessly admiring Isla's friends from afar. Margot, one of Isla's closest friends, admired William too, but she made her intentions far more obvious than he did on a few occasions.

Isla was thrilled with the thought of Margot getting with William. One of her best friends with Alex's brother who was also his closest friend—it would be a dream. As they got older, they'd get married, children may come, their summers spent together.

Isla could picture it all.

Alex, on the other hand, tried to temper Isla's expectations. He was aware that William, who remained stoically single, might not have any long-term interests in Margot. After hearing how Loren stayed with William during his episodes, and noticing the way William looked when he talked about her, it was clear to Alex that his brother's interests remained tied to Loren.

Meanwhile, William was thoroughly enjoying his time with family and friends, but the inkling he had back in Stockholm—a feeling he couldn't pinpoint or define—would materialize every now and again.

When it was there, it nagged him… like the feeling of walking into a room and forgetting why he was there. There was no pattern or explanation that William could think of for why he sometimes felt a yearning for something that seemed to elude him.

Other times, he knew he was envious while watching Alex and Isla kiss and hold hands as they walked in town.

These unresolved feelings were what motivated him to put his guard down with Margot, allowing her to make a move late one evening in the pool.

Her advances were initially playful as she toyed with him under the water's surface. Soon, her hands moved more explicitly over William's swim shorts, charming his cock with the palm of her hand.

Mouths were soon attached to skin, breasts were exposed, and one need pressed firmly against another.

William followed Margot as they quietly made their way to William's bedroom. She had a towel wrapped around her lean, naked body while William had her string bikini wadded up in his hand.

Margot was young, pretty and slender—a description which seemed totally interchangeable with the females in Isla's friend group.

William lay on his back, naked—his erection levitated his cock slightly. Margot slid her body between his legs as she ran her fingers up his chest.

"I saw the pictures from your first vacation," Margot purred. "Loved your bare chest."

Given that William's chest hair was starting to grow back, he was confused if she was complimenting him or not.

Margot soon had William's cock in her mouth. She felt good, but the sound of her slurping seemed to increase and echoed throughout the room. William really didn't want anyone to overhear, so he gently asked Margot if she could go more slowly, to which she obliged.

William tried all of his usual moves to get the mood going within him. He smoothed back her hair as her eyes fixed on his while she sucked his cock. As he watched her, suddenly a flash of Loren's face exploded in his mind. William laid back, remembering how Loren's gaze was so hypnotic, it always rendered William defenseless as she took her time feasting on him.

William's mind snapped back to Margot as she rapidly stroked his shaft. He thought he heard her call him "Daddy," but he wasn't sure. He had nothing against being called that as a rule, but he was not in the mood for it right then.

Enthusiastically, she climbed on top of him, lowered herself down onto his cock in a slow squat using his outstretched arms for leverage. William's body bounced against the mattress as Margot whimpered, gliding up and down his cock. William cupped under her ass cheeks to help alleviate the muscle strain in her legs of each squat as her pussy slid up and down his shaft. Margot's long blonde hair looked like hand-spun gold silk as she threw her head back and continued to bounce on top of him.

Much like the slurping, the sound of skin slapping against skin seemed to reverberate rather loudly.

William propped himself up, allowing Margot to hold onto his shoulders and slide down his shaft while he began driving himself upward. The sex was quieter until Margot began to slap her own ass and moan.

William politely told her they had to be a little quieter. His parents and sisters were just down the hall.

Margot nodded as she switched from squatting to straddling his cock.

As she laid him back, another image of Loren appeared in William's mind. The memory of their last time together where Loren took complete care of him in every way. How she took her time, wanting him to feel the very heights of pleasure. And he did, with the two orgasms she skillfully coaxed out of him.

William's fingers tweaked Margot's nipples as she rode him rhythmically.

Margot began grinding furiously on his cock. She gripped William's wrist with one hand while stroking her clit with the other. She tried to stifle her cries as she clenched and quivered with the intensity of her release.

There was nothing William could do about the loud creaks from the bed or the panting from Margot after she climaxed.

If anyone does hear, maybe they'll assume it was Alex and Isla, William hoped.

After Margot's orgasm, she focused on William. She sucked, licked, and stroked his cock but frustratingly, his orgasm was just out of reach.

Taking a breather, she lay on her back stroking herself as William took the reins and began lightly and rapidly stroking near his tip. As he kneeled beside her, Margot smiled up at William, biting her lip as she played with her pussy.

The room was quiet, minus the sound of wetness from between Margot's legs and the distinct jerking motion of William's hand. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the pressure of arousal began to build.

He heard Loren's soft voice playing inside of his head. He would hear her say that she wanted so badly to taste him. She would moan his name, telling him how incredible he felt. She would breathlessly say how amazing he was to her.

He felt his orgasm taking hold. "Can you touch my balls—just touch them gently," William quietly instructed Margot.

That's what Loren would do. She had a natural sense of what would provide William the most intense pleasure, despite her limited sexual experience.

Margot began to fondle his balls and lick the tip of his cock as he continued to pump himself faster.

William's muscles around his torso began to clench as his orgasm hit and spurts of cum landed on Margot's cheek and lips.

She promptly wiped herself off with the bunched-up sheets that felt moist to the touch from their bodies' bliss. She stood up on the mattress, kissed William, and sauntered into the washroom to freshen up.

William sat at the edge of the bed, his cock softening as he focused on the light from the washroom.

This was the second time he had trouble finishing. He had faced the same frustration with the tryst he had in Stockholm before he left for Saint-Tropez.

He felt a deep-seated frustration now. This was not a Margot issue or his friend-with-benefits issue.

This was a William issue.

He pulled on his shorts and waited for Margot to exit the bathroom. He wasn't keen on having her sleep there—it would be awkward enough if they had been heard through the thick walls of their villa. Seeing them exit his bedroom together would add to the quiet and questioning looks he might receive from his parents.

Margot meandered back towards the bed with a fresh towel wrapped around her. "I probably should go back to my room. I don't know what everyone will think if they find me in bed with you tomorrow morning."

"Oh, yeah?" William made it sound like the same thought hadn't occurred to him. "Maybe, yeah… don't need to take the risk right now. Good idea." He smiled as she approached him, giving him a light kiss on the mouth.

"Thanks, Willy—that was fun… maybe we can figure out another time when no one's around before I leave?" Margot was hopeful she'd have another chance with him, but she wasn't going to hold her breath.

William nodded. "For sure we can." It was somewhere between a fib and the truth.

After Margot closed the door, William grabbed his phone.

Loren was all he had on his mind now.

He opened up YouTube and searched "Chelsea" plus "Loren Girard". He immediately got a hit.

William's eyes were glued to the screen watching as Chelsea, whose personality was as spicy as her wardrobe choices, interviewed Loren while her hair and makeup were done, adding an intimate behind-the-scenes feel to the segment. Loren was simply charming with her humble yet vibrant disposition, while articulating genuine and thoughtful responses.

William had expected to see Loren nervous about being in front of a camera, based on her own admissions. If she was nervous, it never showed—only her grace and poise were apparent.

At the end of the interview, they showed Loren in five outfit ensembles, all from budget-friendly sources. Loren made her little plug, encouraging everyone to keep the art of verbal communication alive in any language, and mentioned her tutoring venture as her last point.

The segment was exactly as it should be: informative, entertaining, and uplifting.

William rested against the headboard of his bed and looked back down at his phone.

It dawned on him what the feeling was that had been plaguing his mind—his insides.

He had to try and fix it and do something about it.

He swiped open his message app, found Loren's name and their last text exchange.

William typed in a simple statement.

W - I miss you so much.

—

Loren sat at her new-to-her desk that she had salvaged, repaired, and repainted with relative ease. Part of her new third job, which took up a minimal number of hours per week, was learning to edit the videos that she records.

While she replayed, layered, and snipped each recording, she snacked on her dinner, which was a small meal of avocado toast. It was far too hot to cook.

Her phone chimed right at the point where she was about to add animations to the reel. Whoever texted her would have to wait.

Loren sighed deeply as she turned her focus back to the screen. Replaying her segment, she tested some filters and made other enhancements until she was satisfied with the end result.

Once she clicked save on the final edit, she rubbed her eyes under the reading glasses she finally accepted that she needed. She stretched while padding to the kitchen and grabbed herself a vodka cooler from the fridge. She headed outside with her phone to enjoy the waning hours of the day with a cold drink.

She sat on the front step of her porch in the balmy evening air and took a long swig from the can. The carbonation made her hiccup loudly — she hoped her neighbors weren't outside to hear it.

Loren tapped the screen, and upon seeing William's name, her pulse jumped and her face flushed.

"I miss you so much." Such a simple statement, but the weight it carried was enormous. The words felt laden with sadness and regret. Words that Loren never anticipated William would ever feel for her, much less say.

Loren missed him too, but she had kept this knowledge as a safely guarded secret.

Letting him in on that secret made her vulnerable to more heartache in the future — she was almost certain of it.

Opposing thoughts clashed in Loren's mind, and she could not decipher if her worries were fear-based or just simple logic.

But this is William. William, who gave her a spark. Made her laugh until her sides hurt. Made her want to remain forever in his kiss.

Loren exhaled deeply and decided that when in doubt, stick with the facts.

Apprehensively, she responded.

L - I miss you too, William.

[glcwbitch]

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[exmcrtis]

closed starter for: @backmaskcd (tricky)

"you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna put your big boy pants on and buy me a drink?" loren's brow lifted as her gaze turned on the man at the end of the bar. she'd felt his eyes on her every so often within the past hours, and as much as she wanted to keep pretending to ignore him, she had to give in. maybe he'd surprise her? "i've been told i'm pretty before, but i'm not sure if i'm stalking level pretty, y'know? more like a bland kind of pretty, but you seem to think otherwise."

[rzckless]

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[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @exmcrtis (loren) location: the art festival

The only reason Tricky was at the art festival was because he was working - and he wanted to make that very clear. Addison had begged and pleaded, but he refused to go look at any booths, much to his brothers disappointment. He was bored, and was really weighing the pros and cons of radioing Rusty and asking if he really had to be there when suddenly Loren was in front of him.

"I hope Addison didn't tell you where I was doing my best to hide and blend into the trees. Because I very much do not want to be here."

[floripire]

❛ I don’t scare easy, so when I do, I pay attention. ❜ (Abigail Starters)

abigail › @ask-alicelockwood

oh, gods. what is this hell of a town going to throw at them now? as if briefly resurrected moms and exes - and the plethora of other things that followed - weren't enough.

"makiagi tabi," floribeth whispers right before she and alice enter the woods of mystic falls. please, excuse us. may we pass?

brown and orange leaves crunch beneath her feet. technically, fall starts today but floribeth shivers like winter already came to mystic falls. it's cold. it's been cold for days. weeks, even. much too cold to be natural. (not that anything is ever any sort of natural in this town, or beyond it.)

she gnaws on the inside of her cheeks as she thinks. kim hughes? dead. jesse strohmeyer? dead. renee ford? dead. james stephens? dead.

the thread connecting them - or, rather, the connective tissue between them - was, aside from their humanity and enrollment at the local high school, the fact that they all competed in the miss mystic falls pageant on april seventeenth.

bartholomew fell jr had competed, too. sort of, anyway. he'd been sasha stoteraux' escort. and he'd been the one sounding the alarm when sasha hadn't showed up to school or to any of their pre-planned movie night-and-bestie hang outs. (final destination, bartholomew had said mournfully. that's what they were going to watch together.)

and right when the younger of the two is about to quip that this is all very scream, alice beats her to the punch and says: ❛ i don’t scare easy, so when i do, i pay attention. ❜

"because whatever or whoever killed those kids and spirited sasha away is still out there?"

maybe they should call doctor saltzman or mister williams and inform them of whatever the hell this new development is. she's already fishing her phone out of her pocket when she sees that there's yet another problem to be added to the list.

damn it, floribeth cursed underneath her breath. no cell reception.

"you said that if you die, i'd get all your books. if i die, you're getting---you'll get my books. i already promised loren and mia they'd get my funky sunglasses collection, leah gets my snow globe collection and i promised wade, mg, landon and jed they'd get my consoles if i ever get staked prematurely."

[wcstcrgaard]

starter fechado para @hiloren !!!

Hans caminhava despreocupadamente, um sorriso malicioso curvando seus lábios, sabendo exatamente para onde estava indo. A única coisa que o divertia mais do que planejar suas manipulações era encontrar Loren e fazer questão de tornar a vida do Perdido o mais insuportável possível. Quando avistou seu “irmão” mais adiante, Hans deixou escapar um riso abafado. Ele ajustou o casaco, adotando uma postura relaxada, mas seus olhos brilhavam com pura provocação. Aproximando-se sorrateiramente, ele bateu com força nas costas de Loren, como se fossem grandes amigos – ou, pior ainda, irmãos inseparáveis. "Ah, Loren da Terra!" Começou, sua voz pingando uma simpatia artificial, forçada. "Ainda por aqui, hein? Acho que todos nós estamos presos neste adorável e caótico reino, não é? Que azar o seu, ou melhor, que sorte a minha, ter você por perto... irmãozinho lindo." Ele deu um tapinha forçado no ombro do outro, segurando o toque por um segundo a mais, o bastante para ser irritante. "Então, para onde estava indo, Loren? Não que eu me importe, você sabe. Na verdade, eu adoraria fazer companhia, até se você está destinado a vagar por aí, talvez eu devesse ficar por perto para garantir que sua jornada seja o mais desconfortável possível."

[redheadgleek]

February books

What I read: 

Solito by Javier Zamora. A haunting, lyrical memoir about a young boy who migrated from Guatemala to California alone. It was a hard read but beautiful and important. A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers. It took a little while for this story to develop, but I really loved the last few chapters. Cloud Cuckoo Land by Antony Doerr. Friend recommendation. Lots of interwoven stories from several different time periods. The Six: The Untold Story of America's First Women Astronauts by Loren Grush. I enjoyed learning about the different astronauts, but it also felt like Wikipedia articles in places. Poverty. by America by Matthew Desmond. Audiobook. Will break your heart, make you despondent about how poorly we are carrying for a significant portion of our society, but is also hopeful. Well worth listening to. Beartown by Fredrik Backman. Friend rec. A very different novel than Anxious People, but as a person who grew up in a struggling small town, it also felt very real. The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher. This may be one of my favorite fairy tale retellings of hers. It felt very much like a Robin McKinley book. Starter Villain by John Scazi. Friend rec. My first Scazi. It was a lot of fun and the unionized dolphins were the best. Artificial Condition by Martha Wells. Audiobook. The second Murderbot book. I enjoyed meeting ART (although I cannot picture what it looks like). Looking forward to continuing the series. Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands by Heather Fawcett. I loved every minute of this book. Such an excellent sequel and I can't wait for book 3. A Prayer for the Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers. The second Monk and Robot book. Again, I really loved the last quarter of the book.

What I'm reading:

How the Word Is Passed: A Reckoning with the History of Slavery Across America by Clint Smith. Audiobook. The author is primarily a poet, so listening to it is a beautiful experience. Rest Is Resistance: A Manifesto by Tricia Hersey. Book club book. It's a short book, but it is so repetitive that it should have been a magazine article. There's good ideas here, though, so I'm determined to finish it. The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstein. The first chapters of the book drew me in entirely into this magical world of books and it stayed that way for about the first quarter. I'm about 3/4 of the way done with it and I've lost that feeling a little. There are parts that I just absolutely adore (the slow building romance, the way that all of these little stories are coming together), but that magic is fraying a touch. I think it's one that would benefit from rereading.

What I plan on reading next:

My to-read list keeps getting longer. I hope to finish The Summer Tree and A Short History of Nearly Everything, which I put on hold, the third Murderbot book, and Tom Lake. And I don't know what else.

[dcrklighters]

closed starter for @iridcscentmvscs (dior carter x logan montgomery)

Dior walked into his office unannounced, clearly in a hurry. Thankfully, Logan wasn't in a meeting. She was sure that he was busy, but at the moment, she needed to talk to him before she lost her mind. "Hello. You and I need to figure out how to get the Suhana and Loren thing to not be a thing anymore. Because if I hear them bicker one more time, I might have to fight either of them. And it'll be Loren because I do love Suhana." She mumbled, her tone playful, but the way she looked at him let him know she was definitely serious. "I don't know what happened, but they seemed to hate each other."

[omgafhsfanin2024]

OMG LOREN QUESTIONS OMG OMG HI YES UM uhhh for starters some lonnie ones . like .. how did loren and onnie meet?

did they like (friendly) each other at first? uhh how long did it take them to fall for each other (who fell first ? or what's their relationship like? <- if you want to go into those questions also)

did felix have a strong opinion about his sibling dating onnie? or maybe just a little and not so strong opinion? or did he not really mind like . at all?

HIHIHIHI

Ok sooo..... Loren and Onnie actually met when they were kids! Before Onnie was found by Deuz, he lived in the same town of Loren (I like to think that the Funtimes' past school was in a different town than FHS, a smaller one that doesn't have high schools), Onnie wasn't a very "problematic" kid back then, he was actually well-behaved, but he already had a very short temper, and while he wasn't prone to violence, his classmates always seemed to want to know what happened if they pushed him to the limit.

So a group of kids decided to pick a fight with him, and get Loren involved because... Idk. This school's students love to make people's life hard.

So yeah, they had to go through detention together, and while waiting for their turn they actually started to chat! It wasn't anything deep but the two did become friends. They would talk almost daily, Onnie was the only person Loren opened up to about his problems, onnie knew that and really appreciated that someone thought he was good company...

Well, until he got kicked out of his house. Onnie knew where Loren lived, so he tried to reach her house, but before he could even get to her street, those same kids that got him almost suspended decided to show onnie just how angry they could get, right during his most sensible time.

Fortunately Deuz was walking by before Onnie could get real hurt, and since the kid had nowhere else to go (Deuz wanted him to get away from there asap. He didn't even give onnie the time to think about where he was initially going) he decided to bring onnie with him, to another town (the FHS town), where he was renting an apartment.

Both Loren and Onnie didn't have a phone back then, so they couldn't message each other. Onnie tried to send her a letter to let him at least know he was fine, but Loren soon moved to a new home. And, as onnie would always send the papers to Lori's old address, he never got an answer.

Loren was worried too, Onnie never opened up much about his family issues, but Loren knew his situation wasn't pretty. She was scared something serious happened to him, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Finally, Loren started high school, and even with the relief of having his brother in school and everything, sometimes he still thinks about Onnie and what could have happened to him.

One day Loren missed the bus to school so he had to walk there. It wasn't very far but he had to pass through some scary alleyways. (Usually nothing was there but one orange stray cat, but it was still unsettling to Loren)

She soon noticed a weird figure staring at him, and tried to ignore it, walking faster and visibly scared.

Loren didn't recognise Onnie at all at first, but onnie did. The scars were the same, and his style almost didn't mutate at all.

Onnie had to call out his name to get Loren to recognise him by his voice. Loren there and there struggled to believe his eyes and could have easily just broken down and cried. And even if she didn't cause a scene, she did run towards him and hugged him tightly.

Onnie introduced him to Maggie and Deuz, that at the moment were looking for any neat thing hidden in the trash cans with onnie. (Oxy was in the apartment making himself breakfast and playing with Misfits (he wakes up late)

They never really noticed that they were falling in love. Ever since they reunited they would spend a lot of time together, and onnie would tell him about everything he's done ever since he left his home town. Loren was more than happy just to know her favourite person in the world was okay and alive. She, unlike Onnie, didn't go on many adventures, but Onnie always got him to talk, whether it'd be his favourite music or any project she was or wanted to work on.

The first time they've noticed that their bond was more than "best friendship" is when they've started to notice just how intimate they could get sometimes, and how nice kissing each other would feel, and how much the nightmares and Funtimes would actually tease them about their "relationship"

Really, at first they never noticed or took it seriously, they loved each other, yes, they just thought that was what "best friendship" looked like. The first one to figure it out was Onnie, when Oxy made him realise how he'd spend days in Loren's house.

It took surprisingly long for Onnie to build up the courage to actually ask Loren to a date (like, a romantic one) but he finally asked her out, the night of Halloween, while Loren was celebrating her 15th birthday. In front of the Nightmares and Loren's whole family.

They both - especially Onnie - don't really like to "act like a couple" in public, and rather do all the cheesy things in private, someone that doesn't know them can't really tell if they're more than just friends.

Felix.... he KNEW what was up with both of them and just decided to keep quiet until they'd finally confess their lovely feelings. And he really doesn't mind that his little sibling hangs out with the Nightmares, he's Maggie's childhood friend, and he trusts her enough to believe that she - or any Nightmares - wouldn't let Loren get too hurt or hurt her on purpose.

Still, He likes to be near when Loren plans to stay with the nightmares for more than a day, y'know, protective older brother stuff, and the fact that he knows the nightmares well enough to understand that the things they like to do could be a bit too dangerous, but hey! Loren is a deranged little guy and he has fun with them! Who is Felix for denying her fun??

[southernconstellctions]

closed starter for @scryptids (loren) location: outside the stray dog house

Percy had never really gotten along with other supernaturals particularly well, but especially other werewolves. Despite this, he more often than not found himself hanging around the house Nik had set up for any wolves that didn't belong to a pack out of necessity rather than a true desire to be there.

"Loren," he dropped his cigarette when he spotted her, stepping on it to put it out. "My favorite ghost." Not that he was friends with many others, but as far as supernaturals went, ghosts were pretty safe in his book. "Want some company? If I have to stay here for one more minute I'm gonna lose my mind."

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @caeruleums

loren was the picture of pitiful, dark hair wet from the rain that had started as she walked from her car up to max's door, red rimmed brown eyes flooded with tears. thunder rumbled in the distance, making her jump as she stood there on his doorstep, sniffing and wiping away the insistent tears rolling down her red cheeks. as the door opened, she tilted her head up, sucking her bottom in between her teeth as it quivered and her brows furrowed, as if she was searching for the words before she stuttered them out. "i didn't... i didn't know where else to go." she explained, hands balled up at her sides holding onto her sleeves. "max, i'm so scared."

[exmcrtis]

location: somewhere in town idk use your imagination

closed starter for: @backmaskcd (tricky)

"you're lookin' awfully sorry for yourself over here." it was meant as a tease, her voice soft as she came up behind tricky, a hand coming up to squeeze his shoulder briefly before she crossed her arms. "i saw you from a mile away with that pout, so i figured i'd come over here and see if you needed a shoulder to cry on or a listening ear. or maybe this is just my way of making sure i still have your attention." loren sighed, her head cocking to the side as she watched him. "you okay?"

[un-local]

Hello again!! I’m quite curious about Lorens and the past that Rogier shares with him. Would it be asking too much if we could get some more info on him perhaps?

Will Magdalene perhaps spar with someone in the future?

I’m a but curious about are how invaders work in this fic. From what you’ve written so far they’re more like ghost hauntings (Rogier having dreams influenced by Alberich)? Will there maybe be more physical manifestations of invaders or will they just stay as ghostly influences? (Maybe this is a bit of a stupid question- I don’t really know much of how it works in lore)

Also will Mags get summons (like Mimic Tear) in the future since Roderika is in here orrr will she just brave the bosses on her own (or with Rogier)?

A bit curious but I was wondering how would Rogier react to Selivus? I just think that they would butt heads with each other in all of their interactions (since Selivus is a bit… you know)- I can’t wait to see how you interpret how Rogier interacts with other NPCs here <3

So so so SO sorry for bombarding you with questions again I just tend to be curious please tell me if these questions get overwhelming or anything I’ll try and tone them down or stop them all together _(:3」z)_

Not overwhelming, but since I’m back to work again, my responses will probably not be as quick.

Onto your questions:

[1] Lorens He was a Carian scholar, who defected with the Academy. He studied outside its walls though, in a Rise in Liurnia. 

I do have a sketch of him, from one of my lunchbreaks. (+ a quick colorization)

[2] Sparring That scene’s been in the draft since last year ;3 

[3] Invaders Alberich… it just made more sense to me to have him as more of a background presence, rather than a tangible plot point. 

Other invaders, that may not be the case. 

[4] Summons Generally, it isn’t Magdalene's style to fight with summons. (She certainly hasn’t ever used the starter ashes, lol.)

The mimic tear fight will make an appearance in this fic, I will say. It was one of the very first scenes I drafted, actually.

[5] Seluvis Doubtful they’d get along. However, the entire exchange would probably remain civil. Neither seem the type to escalate, despite their hypothetical distaste for one another. 

Though, I imagine the conversation would be a lot of snide venom on Seluvis’ side, with Rogier responding with plenty of smiles and “innocent” questions that feel more like criticisms. Lol.

Rogier might be able to figure out what Seluvis is doing before he completely tips his hand.

However, by the time Rogier is set to make it to Carian Manor, Seluvis is out of the picture.