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Text || Open
GAV: You must tell me how you've ended up with a whole new number, but first you'll need to explain why you'd ever even pretend to think Nickelback is the greatest band of all time.
GAV: Real greatest band of all time in your next response or our friendship is over.
ANDREW: Smash Mouth is the greatest band of all time.
ANDREW: Final answer.
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: Probably. That's a good idea. You're smart.
DECLAN: He knows about... everything. So that's good, at least. It just makes me nervous. Because it's one thing to /know/, and another thing to /see/, you know?
DECLAN: Thanks! I think so too. Even if I still get nervous around him. It's getting better, though.
DECLAN: How soon is too soon to ask someone to be your boyfriend?
ANDREW: On occasion I am. Please remember this for the next time I inevitably do something Dumb.
ANDREW: He knows? So that's good. He knows what he's in for, and you know what you're in for with him. Just take it slow. Hell, you can start off with just hands and work your way up.
ANDREW: I don't know, I've never had a boyfriend.
ANDREW: I mean, sure, there was that one time after Cora and I had broken up, but that wasn't really
ANDREW: Yeah, I'm not going to finish that story.
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: I'm kind of terrified because he's gay and I don't have a dick.
DECLAN: Should I buy a strap on?
DECLAN: He's really cute and really sweet and I really like kissing him.
ANDREW: You should talk to him before anything.
ANDREW: Like seriously, don't just jump into it and surprise him one day with nothing a strap on on your body.
ANDREW: I just saw the pic you posted on Instagram, oh my god
ANDREW: You two are cute. As the kids say, I ship it.
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: I mean. Maybe?
DECLAN: No.
DECLAN: I don't know.
DECLAN: I feel too old to still be a virgin.
DECLAN: Am I lame?
DECLAN: I feel lame.
ANDREW: No, you're not lame, dude.
ANDREW: If you want it, go for it.
ANDREW: If you want him, then do it.
ANDREW: But if you don't or you don't know, is that really the guy you want to lost your virginity to?
ANDREW: Plus I haven't met him yet, so how cute could be he really be? 🤔
Mon-El of Daxam Appreciation Post [3/∞]
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: I'm pretty sure he already wants to.
DECLAN: He hits on me like he does. He talks like he does.
DECLAN: Should I even attempt it? I mean, I like him. And I don't want him to peace out because I won't -- you know, put out.
DECLAN: Am I overthinking this?
DECLAN: I should just go for it, right?
ANDREW: Do /you/ want to?
ANDREW: Who cares if he does? If he likes you, he'd wait whenever you're comfortable to have sex, but if you want to, then that's different.
ANDREW: Don't jump into anything and then regret it later.
ANDREW: I did that when I had sex for the first time. Too early and with the wrong person.
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: How do you have sex?
DECLAN: That came out wrong.
DECLAN: I know how to have sex, I've taken sex ed and I've watched porn.
DECLAN: But
DECLAN: HOW???
ANDREW: I mean, porn isn't exactly the way sex goes. The mechanics are all the same, but -- it's better than porn with the right person.
ANDREW: Oh, God, I sound like my mom.
ANDREW: You can just ask someone straight-up, "Wanna have sex?" But in a hotter way, I'd hope.
ANDREW: Though that line has worked for me once or twice, but I digress.
coranessarose:
I really don’t like you and I think you should refrain from communicating with me at all costs.
It’s a free country lady. If you didn’t want people commenting on your shit, don’t post it. Otherwise, expect the criticism. Whether you like it or not.
Freedom of speech doesn’t necessarily mean freedom from consequence, and you, you little shit, are getting closer and closer to having your ass sent to detention every day up until you eventually drop out or flunk out, so watch the way you speak to her, Danny. Better yet, I could easily call up a favor from your sister and have her deal with you because we both know how much you’d love that. So, back off. Go find someone else to annoy with your teen angst bullshit.
text 📲 faux bro
DECLAN: There's this guy.
DECLAN: He's cute.
DECLAN: And he makes me smile.
DECLAN: And it's just really nice.
ANDREW: What's his name? What are his intentions with you??
ANDREW: But also
ANDREW: DUDE YEAH! GET SOME!!!!
coranessarose:
Being in Andrew’s arms created a sense of safety and warmth in Cora’s heart. No matter what was going on in her life, he was always the one that kept her grounded and sane. He was the one who was able to put a smile on her face when all she wanted to do was frown, he was the one who lifted her heavy heart and made the burden of all she had to carry that much lighter. Andrew was – he was perfect for Cora in each in every way. In the way that he looked at her when she was acting goofy or being sad. In the way his eyes lit up when she smiled at him. In the way that, even if he couldn’t always find the right words to say sometimes, his presence and his heart could always reach through the shadow of the veil that hung over Cora’s mind on occasion. So of course he was the one she ran to in her time of need. Of course he was the one who made her feel if only slightly better already just by holding her. He was her angel. He picked her up when she was down and graced her with his light.
Reaching up a hand to rest on top of one of Andrew’s, Cora felt the damn break. She had been attempting to stay strong, had been attempting to stop from completely crumbling. But the safety that she found in Andrew, the comfort and the solace – she knew there was no judgement, that he would care for her even if she wasn’t always the strong woman that she pretended she always was. She felt like she could unload all her troubles on him and he would gladly take on the darkness of her sadness with willing shoulders and a loving heart. There was no wonder in why she suddenly wrapped her arms around him again, burying her face in his chest as quiet sobs wracked her body. She could break, but she couldn’t be loud – even in her distress and suffering, she knew her daughter was sleeping peacefully and refused to wake the child. What would Ana think if she walked into the living room to find Mommy in tears? Nothing good, Cora was sure.
“Everything’s wrong,” Cora managed to get out, clutching onto Andrew’s shirt like it was her only lifeline, the only thing keeping her afloat. “I can’t – I don’t know what to do, Andrew. I don’t know how to – how to do it all. I don’t know how to handle these things.” She pulled away from Andrew, her shoulders still shaking slightly as she turned her back to him, once again wrapping her arms around herself. Andrew was safe, and secure – but Cora didn’t like seeming weak. She didn’t like showing vulnerabilities. Crying to him was one thing, but admitting what was going on in her head? That was completely different, and she felt better when she didn’t have to look into his eyes as she spouted off about her insecurities and complications.
“My second year just started and – and it’s hard. And I knew it would be, I did. I – I knew it would be so hard, and that it’ll only get harder. But how am I supposed to be a great student, a great friend, a great mother, and a great girlfriend all at the same time? While trying to move? I’m not – I’m not Wonder Woman, you know? I can’t – there’s not enough time in the day. I’m not smart enough, or fast enough, or patient enough or – or good enough. I’m not good enough. And Manny, he –” Cora closed her eyes tightly, sniffling once again. “He’s such a nice guy, Andrew. He is. He’s so sweet and so good with Ana and – and I’ve been afraid to tell you about him. But why? You’re Andrew and I’ve never kept secrets from you.”
She finally turned to her ex, the father of her child – and shrugged slightly, her eyes holding a look of defeat. “I was afraid to tell you because – because I realized something. Manny is the first person I’ve dated since you and – and I thought that was because I wanted to get through school first, you know? No distractions. But the more time I spend with him – he’s great, but he’s… he’s not you. Every single guy that’s – that’s shown me any kind of interest since high school, I always find a reason not to date them. Because of Ana, because of school, because of work – but they were all just excuses. The fact of the matter is, no one can hold a flame to you. And I’ve been afraid to tell you about Manny because – because I’m afraid that you’re not going to care and that – and that I don’t mean to you anymore what you have always meant to me. And I don’t – I don’t think I could take that. That, on top of everything else. I couldn’t take the heartbreak on top of all the stress I’m under. Manny is special, and wonderful but being with him has only made me realize that there is only one person in this world that I’m really, truly, honestly meant to be with and – and it’s not him. I don’t love him. I love – you. But how is that – how is that fair to him? I’ve used him, essentially. So not only am I stressed out and not good enough and apparently afraid of rejection, but I’m also a terrible person.” She let out a mirthless laugh, shaking her head, before covering her face with her hands. “I’m a mess.”
Very rarely had Cora allowed herself to be seen like this -- vulnerable and scared, every ounce of the confident girl with the world in the palm of her hand stripped away to reveal the one who was terrified of all that it entailed. Andrew let his hands fall, placing them onto her shoulders as he listened; no words were uttered on his behalf while she spoke, listening to everything, every thought swimming through her mind, tumbling all out and into the open.
Manny?
The name was like a punch to the gut because of all the people in this town, he never thought he would have to worry about him -- but then again, what loyalty would he have to Andrew? He had always been Cora’s friend and not his, it became abundantly clear. For a moment, he saw red, his jaw clenching as he thought about just how long Manny had waited to make his move -- was it since he took her to their prom? Or even before that, waiting patiently until the perfect moment arose to swoop in to take Cora from him.
But then -- she wasn’t his, was she?
Even now, as she listed every glittering attribute of the other man, he felt so small in comparison. It would explain why Ana had been speaking of her precious Uncle Manny so often. Why they had spent more time together. Why she had pulled away from him. It was because of Manny. Andrew had already lost her, and here he had been pathetically hoping that the day would come that she would turn to him and look at him with that very same look in her eyes -- the one she used to look at him with, the one that held not even the slightest hesitation -- and tell him she was ready to forgive him, ready to open her heart to him, ready to be more than whatever they were now, if they were anything at all.
With his eyes downcast, his shoulders fell into a slump, a ball forming in the center of his throat.
“But he’s... he’s not you.”
His blue eyes snapped up to meet hers, searching for an answer, but she kept talking and talking, and -- God, his heart raced in his chest, almost sure that Cora could hear it from where she stood less than a handful of inches away from him. When she covered her face, his hands easily wrapped themselves around her small wrists to pull them away, reaching up to cup her face once more as he said, “Yeah, you are. You are definitely a mess, Cora St. James.”
Before he said another word, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers before he pressed closer to her and kissed her sweetly, softly, but with the underlying hint of wanting more because he always wanted more -- he wanted all of Cora. Every good part of her that came right alongside every bad part; the peaks and valleys, the beautiful and the ugly. He wanted every piece of her just as he yearned for her to want every piece of him.
Pulling away was no easy feat, but when he eventually could, with his cheeks slightly flushed, he said, “You’re my mess, Cora. And I’ve-- I’ve loved you since before I knew what love meant. I have never once stopped loving you. I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to. Even if it meant being in love with someone who didn’t want me back, I didn’t want anyone else but you. I still don’t. You’re my whole life -- you and Anastasia. I would wait for however long you needed me to if it meant that one day I could call you mine and you could call me yours and be proud of the man you chose to be by your side.”
“You don’t have to do it all by yourself. You have me, for however long you want me. Just... just let me help, Cora. I promise not to let you down again.”
After spending some time with Jo on her couch, Netflix playing on her TV as the two cuddled into each other and the cushions, Cora felt herself alone. And maybe that was the problem of it all – Cora hated being alone and hated being without others around her. Sometimes it was good for her, because she was able to work on her homework without her daughter banging around with her toys, or a friend’s constant talking in her ear. But feeling sick and already attempting to shoulder the burden of being a second year medical student while trying to juggle being a mother and a new girlfriend – it was weighing her down. She felt more self doubt about herself and her life and her future than she had ever since she was pregnant with Anastasia.
Being with Manny was great, honestly. Cora enjoyed their time together, enjoyed the smiles and the sex and the way he made her feel like she was the most amazing, beautiful woman in the world. But at the same time, being with him also reminded her of why she didn’t really want to date until she was out of medical school – relationships took hard work, dedication, and attention… but so did medical school. Trying to be a student in some of the toughest courses out there, along with trying to be a mother and a good friend was already draining enough. Add in being a girlfriend and Cora just felt like she was drowning in a sea of her own dreams, where she couldn’t even attempt to swim back up for a breath of reality.
After Jo had left, Cora sat on her couch for a good hour, television off and the lights dimmed around her, tears slowly making their way down her cheeks. What if she wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t good enough, or pretty enough, or hard working enough? What if she had to choose two out of three things because she couldn’t possibly do it all and she ended up making the wrong choice? And where did Andrew fit into all that? Why hadn’t she told him about Manny yet? What was she afraid of? Him not caring at all, or him caring too much? Was she afraid of knowing she had really lost him, or of knowing how much he still loved her?
Finally, after moping around for long enough, Cora had gotten into her car and drove herself to Andrew’s. It took everything in her to not drive right back home there, to run away from the safety that was her ex-boyfriend. But she also knew that he was the only one who really understood her in her fucked up world. She wished it could have been Manny… but try as she might, Manny just wasn’t Andrew. He’d never be Andrew. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t make herself commit to Manny and become exclusive with him – he just wasn’t The One.
Sniffling softly and trying to control her tears, Cora knocked on Andrew’s door, waiting for him to answer. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking down at her feet, shuffling them slightly. When the door was finally answered and she looked up into the eyes of the man that made her heart skip a beat whenever she saw him – it was like she finally felt like she could break. More tears came, and her voice shook slightly as she spoke. “I’m sorry for coming so late, I just – I just really need a hug.”
"Fuck--”
His foot throbbed in pain as it came down on the conical roof for the Lego castle that Ana had been building prior to dinner. Her toys were littered around the living room, even after he had pointedly asked her to clean up before he washed her up before bed -- but just like her mother, she had a way to get him to do her bidding without so much as even having to ask, batting her lashes and being all too sweet with him until he eventually forgot what he had asked her in the first place and instead tucked her right into bed to read her a story once all was said and done.
It wasn’t until she was well into her slumber and he was back in the living room that he realized he had played right into her game, and yet -- he couldn’t help his chuckle. She was his daughter through and through. He sighed, leaning down to pick up the unfinished pieces to tuck away into a corner of her room so she could finish them up later the next day, but the knock on the door halted his clean-up, furrowing his brows as he wondered who could possibly be coming over at this time.
He wracked his brain for any explanation; surely it wasn’t one of the girls he was “seeing” -- they knew better than to come over unannounced. More often than not, Andrew went over to theirs simply because he didn’t want them to step foot into his home and into that part of his life that was so sacred to him -- the women, as sad as it was to admit, were temporary blips in his life; his daughter was forever. This was her home as much as it was his, and he wouldn’t disrespect her like that.
His shoulders tensed as he approached his door, taking in a deep breath once he leaned down to see who it was through the peephole.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he unlocked his door and swung it open, all breath leaving his body once he laid his eyes on her, and... something felt wrong. Something was wrong. Her voice, it quivered as she spoke, and he instinctively took a step forward, waiting for her to say something, anything, that would clue him in on what happened.
“I just -- I just really need a hug.”
Andrew wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush against him as the same question kept circling around his head: what’s wrong? What’s wrong? His hands gently ran up the length of her back and then back down, back and forth in what he could only hope was a soothing manner as he pressed his nose along the side of her head. They stayed like that for a moment -- then two -- then three -- and Andrew quickly realized he could’ve stood at the threshold of his front door for however long she wanted, but he knew eventually he had to pull himself away.
Once he did, he brought her inside and closed the door behind her, the same worried expression written all across his face. “Cora,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.” Seeing her with tears streaming down her face, it made his heart clench in his chest, wishing he could do something to ease her pain. He raised his hands to cup her face, brushing away her tears with the pads of his thumbs as he softly uttered, “Please.”
coranessarose:
While I appreciate you offering, that’s really a big deal, don’t you think? Me moving in, even if it’s only temporary. We’ve never done that before. But… I do have to admit that it might be nice to not have to worry about whose week it is for a little while because we’ll both have Ana. It would sure make co-parenting a little bit easier for the time being.
I’d have to talk to someone about it first, though. Make sure they’re okay with it. And talk to Jo and make sure she doesn’t attempt to murder you every time she’d come over to visit.
You think living under the same roof together is a big deal, but not raising a whole other person? I think I may need you to redefine what ‘big deal’ means to you. Think of the perks: no switching back and forth for a while, you have a roof over your head, don’t have to worry about rent, and you can see me every day.
Talk to who exactly, if I may ask? And as for Jo, I’m not sure there’ll ever be a time she won’t want to murder me, not unless you and I get married and are three kids down the line from where we are now. Even then, she’d probably try to spike my food with something -- I wouldn’t put it past her. Don’t worry. Jo and I, we’ll be civil. I’m sure she doesn’t want you struggling to find a place either.
Text || Andrew
Lil: My ex.
Lil: No fighting. Just my stupid brain making my stupid fingers send texts that I shouldn't be sending.
Lil: Not that she's replying. It's been months.
Lil: This is why I shouldn't be given an alcohol.
Lil: Or maybe it wasn't enough. I need to drink enough to forget how to use my phone.
Andrew: I think it's time I confiscate your phone.
Andrew: DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON IT, LIL.
Andrew: It's for the best. I'll delete the number. Erase her number and erase her from your life.
Andrew: Do you want me to come over? It's not a pity party if there's at least two people, it's the rules.
scarlettpuckerman:
Stuck, huh? Is that what you’d say to Andrew who works right alongside me? Does he know that all you think of him is as someone who’s “stuck” in the past, working as the football coach? Ouch, Cora. Super harsh, especially given he could’ve done so much more had you not shouldered him with the responsibility of a kid that might not even be his – rumor has it you were as big of a slut back then as you are now. Does he know that?
Enough.
I’ve had enough from the both of you. Scarlett, just back off. And Cora, don’t even bother. You play right into her game every time. It’s getting old, whatever this is.
Text || Andrew
Lil: Help.
Lil: I need you to delete a number off of my phone.
Lil: And maybe also from my memory?
Andrew: Whose do I have to delete?
Andrew: Why?
Andrew: Who do I have to fight?
Andrew: You know I'll fight whoever so long as you promise either you or Cora can bail me out because I'm too pretty for jail. I don't think I'd fair well in there.
Honestly, my landlord is probably the worst person in my life right now. I know what you’re thinking. ‘But, Cora, Andrew is the one who’s supposed to cause you all the stress.’ That’s right, he is. But, shockingly, he’s taken the number two spot on that list. My landlord secured his place in first by a landslide.
Let me tell you, kids, coming home to a note on your door about getting evicted is not the nicest thing in the world. You ask yourself ‘but what did I do? My rent was always on time. My daughter isn’t that loud. I’m a lovely resident!’ And then you continue reading and find out that he wants to renovate the building into nicer apartments so he can make more money. And kick us all out.
I have thirty days to find a new place to live. He’s not charging us August rent if we’re still here because literally we will be here, like, two weeks of August. And yes, legally he can do this, it was on the lease. But still. So now I have to juggle medical school, be a good mother, somehow find the finances for a new place, get all my stuffed moved… all in a month.
I can’t right now. I’m so stressed. Ana is sleeping and momma is enjoying some wine and weed. The best two Ws in the world.
What a piece of shit. Honestly, Cora, I’m so sorry. But you do know you don’t have to worry about all of that, right? I have an extra room, and sure, it’s Ana’s, but you’re more than welcome to take it up. You can stay as long as you want; you know I like having you around. And I’m sure Ana wouldn’t mind having her Mommy and Daddy under one roof, even if it may only be temporary. Don’t stress. Let me help, please.
moodboard - ST. WESTON
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.” — Bruce Lee
