The sky opens up, clouds part in respect as she enters the atmosphere. Eyes look at the figure coming from the sky.
Where has she been?
What has she been doing?
She forgot about us.
But she didn't. She never forgot, not a day went by that she didn't think about what she once had. Comments left under her works never went unread. You think she forgot? How could she when you were always there?
Graceful as a butterfly, she lands on her black, clunky boots, giving her two inches on her normal height. Her black tights seem to go on forever before arriving at her poofy black lace skirt. Her black tank top torn in specific places, revealing purple underneath. Her usual choker joined by a gold chain and her lips a glossy blood red. Her ear held 3 more piercings than before, but her eyes stole the show. Brown eyes outlined by rings of black eyeliner and sparkly black eyeshadow. She looks ethereal.
"Author! Author, you're back!" You cry, running up to her. She winces at the statement,
"To be back would imply that I ever left." She lifts her hands and countless works- past, present and future -fall from the sky.
"Y-You've been writing all this time?" You gasp and a single tear falls from her eye,
"How could I do anything else?"
"But not all of these are Fall Out Boy. How could abandon us?!" She walks to your betrayed figure and places a hand on your cheek,
"I swore to shake it up, you swore to listen." You pull away abruptly.
"Why now?" You ask.
"Everything has aligned. From MCR's reunion to Believers Never Die Volume Two, I had to, it's just time," She responds, but you're not convinced.
"But you write for Marvel now too." You spit back. She looks almost offended by the statement,
"I can enjoy more than one Fandom and choose to write for them. That doesn't diminish my love for either. My love is an infinite fountain, there is enough to go around."
"But before...when you ended book 4, you said you were growing tired, becoming too old." She shakes her head and looks over at the field behind her, room for so much possibility.
"Darling, that was the age playing on my mortal life. An immortal will never get tired." With that, she waves her hand and Fall Out Boy appear behind you, their eyes wide with shock.
"Author." They say together, falling to their knees.
"What if you stop writing again? What if you become overwhelmed?" You sniffle. She walks in front of the line of men kneeling before her.
"I'll never truly be gone. Even when you can't see me, I see you, (Y/N)." Finally, you drop your facade of strength and fall to your knees, terrible sobs wracking your body, but you're not crying alone. She falls with you, tears falling from her own eyes.
"Welcome to the feels, (Y/N)." She says, engulfing you in a warm hug and you feel safe. Everything is right in the world again.
A/N: WASSUPPPPPP!!!!! So let's get some of this housekeeping done.
Soooooo I'm back on the FOB flow mixed in with my Marvel flow!!! The previous imagines I had written for book 5 before I took it down will gradually be republished along with some new never before seen imagines!!
With this special December 1st surprise I will also be releasing my Bucky Barnes x OC fic called I Have Died Everyday and then sometime later in the month, you will all (or whoever wants to read it) be getting the first Imagine for my Marvel Imagines book which requests are open for BTW (requests are open here too obvi but I don't do personals. The same goes for the Marvel Imagine book).
Additionally, as if I'm not already doing the most, I will be continuing the I AM... stories with Diana Stump, Danielle Wentz, Zander Trohman, and Fabian Hurley.
I've got a good feeling abt 2020 and I will end you with content if it doesn't kill me first! I love you all soo much for all the comments I've been receiving even when I wasn't writing a damn word on this site. It means so much <3
