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Jess rolls back onto his stomach and starts to write. He feels clumsy, it’s probably redundant and baby-soft, but something resonates: Speaking has always felt like a second language to him. He can’t tell Rory a thing, even when he tells her things. He can’t really explain to Lane why Marquee Moon makes him shut up and close his eyes and ooze around his heart, though he tries. He can’t say an honest sentence to Luke all the way through, God fucking forbid that, he has all the words primed and ready and they just won’t come out.
This is different. Squeaking mechanical pencil to paper, and Jess’s brain is connected to his arm to his hand to eternity or whatever, it sounds stupid as he thinks it but he feels like he sees himself taking shape as the sheet fills, then the next, then the next. He skims his thumb along the page edges, then flips them fast, and the body moves.
Jess mumbles to himself, holding the journal to his chest, “Boy, there’s a poet in you, after all.”
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07 Mar 2025
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One afternoon, early in their relationship, Rory and Jess end up talking about sex. (Just some Literati fluff that takes place when they were originally together.)
Takes place December 2002-February 2003, post 3x10. Prequel to The Art of Failing Up.
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- Part 1 of To Build A Home
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18 Feb 2025
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Natalie’s brows furrowed, her expression softening with something deeper than concern - a quiet desperation. She leaned in, slowly, until their foreheads met - the space between them evaporating.
The closeness sent a shiver down Kiri’s spine.
Natalie’s voice came out soft and cracked. “I don’t wanna lose you.”
The words landed like a stone in a motionless lake - simple, but echoing, rippling across Kiri's heart. Her chest ached, yet not with pain - warmth, dangerous and real instead.
She sighed shakingly, trying to hold onto the moment to keep it from slipping into everything else they’d already lost. Her throat tightened, she couldn’t speak. Instead, their eyes met and, for once, neither looked away.
Natalie’s fingers grazed her cheek, the callused warmth of her touch grounding Kiri like gravity. It was a gentle, electric thing - the kind of touch that didn’t ask for anything.
In that space, Kiri saw the pieces of Natalie that no one else did - the bruised softness of vulnerability beneath the armor, the girl anxiously searching for something safe.
A tear trailed down Kiri's face, nudging her nose against Natalie's gently. “You won’t.”
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KJ's fingers bump into a notebook, and she quickly places her hand on it to keep it from falling off of the desk, and… She doesn’t mean to snoop in Mac’s personal business, but it’s Mac’s lyrics notebook, opened to a page with a gold star sticker in the top left corner.
( “The song, in the notebook. The one with the gold sticker. It’s… I don’t know, it’s important that you see it, I guess. If anything happens.” )
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- Part 2 of gold star sticker verse
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04 Apr 2023