The Write Match // Bill Hader

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Reads 18,640
Votes 502
Parts 33
Time 6h 17m

Meredith Elliot, a writer who gets hired by Saturday Night Live, is a hardworking, determined woman who will not let anyone get in her way. She loves the excitement of writing something new every week, but there is one thing she cannot stand about it. The celebrities. After writing a hit sketch, Meredith is forced to work with cast members, like Bill Hader, to create characters and sketches. She treats the jobs as she would any other writing assignment. That is until she goes out after a show one Saturday night.
    
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    "Meredith.. wait.. I have to tell you-" He starts and I groan. 
    
    "I know where this is about to go, don't you dare say it." I tell him, but he's speaking before I finish. 
    
    "I like you. Actually, I think we really like each other." He says, keeping his eyes on me. 
    
    "You said it, even though I told you not to." I mumble, sighing. "I'm flattered... I promise... I am. So, can I go now?" I ask, and he laughs.
    
    *Story contains mature content and topics such as domestic violence, mental health, PTSD, and language.*All Rights Reserved

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Meredith Elliot, a writer who gets hired by Saturday Night Live, is a hardworking, determined woman who will not let anyone get in her way. She loves the excitement of writing something new every week, but there is one thing she cannot stand about it. The celebrities. After writing a hit sketch, Meredith is forced to work with cast members, like Bill Hader, to create characters and sketches. She treats the jobs as she would any other writing assignment. That is until she goes out after a show one Saturday night.
    
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    "Meredith.. wait.. I have to tell you-" He starts and I groan. 
    
    "I know where this is about to go, don't you dare say it." I tell him, but he's speaking before I finish. 
    
    "I like you. Actually, I think we really like each other." He says, keeping his eyes on me. 
    
    "You said it, even though I told you not to." I mumble, sighing. "I'm flattered... I promise... I am. So, can I go now?" I ask, and he laughs.
    
    *Story contains mature content and topics such as domestic violence, mental health, PTSD, and language.*

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