RifulOfTheWest
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“How long is this flight again?” Michaela asked.
“About ten hours,” Francesca answered while shoving her book into her backpack.
“Tits, that’s long,” Michaela hissed out. “If they let me drive the plane, we’d be there in six hours, max.”
Francesca rolled her eyes. “If they let you drive the plane, we’d be crash landing at the bottom of the ocean and touring the wreckage of the Titanic.”
Michaela hummed thoughtfully. “See, I was thinking —worst possibility— I accidentally cause another 9/11.”
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After two years of grieving John, Francesca decides to spend her summer on a solo road trip through America. She’s excited for the long drives to nowhere and the peace and quiet of the journey, that is, until a certain Stirling woman crashes her plans.
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The modern Franchaela road trip AU that no one asked for
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“I don’t know what you want me to say, Zosia,” Carol admitted, exasperated. “That I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around you? That I feel like I owe it to you to be a little nicer? That I feel guilty for taking advantage of you while you weren’t really yourself?”
Zosia huffed. “So you decided that giving me this half-assed version of yourself was going to absolve you of your previous shitty behavior?”
Carol didn’t know what to do except shrug.
“I know you,” Zosia said slowly. “Intimately and against my will. You were shoved into my molecules, my pores. I know the fire you keep in your belly. I know you stoke it yourself. I know you swallow coals and timber just to keep yourself going, however unpleasant it may be.”
A cold sweat broke across Carol’s neck. She remained silent.
“It’s not going to… make me feel better if you repress that side of yourself with the intention of pacifying me,” Zosia continued. “It makes me feel guilty, for whatever reason, and feeling guilty about you is the last thing I need right now. Or ever. You don’t deserve my guilt. Not after everything.”
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Yet another rendition of the aftermath of Carol and Manousos un-hiving Zosia.
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“He was murdered unjustly in his own home,” Nora continued. “Some dumbass kid climbed into his exhibit, and the zookeepers shot him!”
“Harambe was gonna kill that kid, Nor,” Autumn drawled.
“No!” Nora insisted. “Dicks out for Harambe!”
“You don’t have a dick,” Kat deadpanned.
“My metaphorical dick!”
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It’s 2016, Swann starts a new job at a rolled ice cream shop, Autumn wanders Velvet Cove playing Pokemon Go, Nora is obsessed with Harambe, and Kat has a crush on the rolled ice cream shop’s newest employee. Some douchebag in a clown mask also keeps showing up around town.OR
No abyss. No cancer. Just the girls being teens in 2016-2017. -
The Soft Dive of Oblivion by RifulOfTheWest
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
09 Feb 2025
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“Now that everything’s out in the open,” Vi started again, her voice heavy, heady, husky, “the question is: what are you gonna do about it?”
Caitlyn worked her jaw, looking like she was stumped on a bar exam question. “What are you going to do about it?”
Vi chuckled. “Attorneys and their fucking questions.”
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Caitlyn and Vi work at a law firm together, and Vi keeps purposely spelling Caitlyn’s name wrong in their email exchanges. Caitlyn is not amused, until she is.OR
A fic in which Vi calls Caitlyn: “Corncob Kiramman” at least once. -
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She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me…
“What did that poor flower do to you?”
Deena snapped her head up to look at Sam, who was staring down at her with an amused expression.
Band wasn’t the only group that was banished to the back fields in favor of the football team. The cheer squad had been rehearsing right next to the band all afternoon– a fact that Deena had been trying to ignore so she wouldn't be staring at Sam for the entire duration of practice.
“You weren’t here for this, but this particular flower actually called me a very unkind word just now,” Deena said, tossing the half-decimated flower off to the side.
“Oh really?” Sam played along. “I’ll have to have a word with it later.”
Deena grinned. “My hero.”
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The few years before Fear Street: 1994, how Sam and Deena fell in love, and their breakup.