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lopeztana:

“This feels an awful lot like sexual bribery.” Santana tilted her head. Not that she had any issue with that, obviously, but it felt worth it to point it out. Her eyes fell back to her book, absorbing another few sentences as Shane typed. She couldn’t help a small, real smile this time. She was half worried people would think less of her for going back to something she had already given up on, and yet she wasn’t finding that at all. “Do you want to borrow my cheerleader outfit for all this ass kissing?”

“--- ‘cause it fuckin’ was, geez,” Shane rolled her eyes in a playful manner, because why couldn’t she? Santana was basically the only person she could joke around with, just like that. If she ever attempted to do the same thing to some other woman, she’d assume it wasn’t going to be taken just as well as it does with her best friend. “Did that work, though?” She figured she would ask, because one might never know, right?

“Nah, thanks. I think I can manage to sneak in some more inspirational chants without the need to look like I’m out of my element, really --- GIVE ME A T!” The ballerina called out, without any kind of enthusiasm whatsoever in her voice. “GIVE ME U! GIVE ME N AND AN A!” She’d continue, only growing more and more awkward as she waved her hands around, not making any effort to leave the couch, “--- GOOO, TUNA!”

#p: santana #// at what point do you think she'll get straight up murdered

lopeztana:

“Quit complaining? It is like you don’t even know me.” Santana sighed. “However, I will not say no to booze and pizza.” She recovered quickly. She shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, you’re right, I could do this in my sleep.” Clearly her ego was still feeling okay.

“I know you, and I also know the ways to shut you the hell up, but... that’s not going to happen now -- you’ve gotta finish doing this stuff now, so... chop-chop,” she quipped, letting her lips curl into a some kind of mischievous smirk. Pulling out her phone, Shane opened up the app and typed up the quick message to one of her trusted Postmates, not even bothering to ask Santana for the order -- she was convinced she already knew it, anyway. “Hell yeah, you can! You wouldn’t be yourself if you weren’t good at this stuff -- took you long enough.”

#p: santana

mossyzach:

Zach gasped, putting his hand over his mouth dramatically. “WOW, we’re practically twins. You’re basically my sister we’re so alike. And you can fuck off, I’m still not over Mick Jagger.”

“You know, our mother must’ve said the same thing once she saw us,” Shane mused, looking over at her brother for a brief moment. “I really don’t think you will ever be over him, so it’s my duty as your sister to keep being an arse about it -- you’re welcome.”

#p: zach

lizzy-marshall:

“Are you saying I look fat?” Lizzy raised her eyebrows, but trying hard to hide the smirk on her face. “Oh gosh, what if it’s more than one?” The thought suddenly flashed through her mind, her eyes widening. “That would not be ideal.” She shook her head. “No. That’s not going to happen, I’m just getting overdramatic again.” She sighed, knowing she was going to keep thinking about various different scenarios until the baby was actually there.

“Are you even capable of being fat?” Shane countered, laughing a little. “That would only mean you two would have twice as much to do as you expected it, which I am sure, you would manage to do flawlessly, so...” she believed that this woman was basically able to do anything, so why couldn’t she do that? “--- again? Girl, I hate to be that person, but you’ve always been... a little bit dramatic.”

#p: lizzy

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“You know, when I rejoined law school I didn’t give enough thought about how much of a life I would not have.” Santana groaned, her head hitting the book in front of her. Sure, the hard work would pay off, but was it so bad to want to at least be able to go out at the same time? “I need a drink.” She muttered into the pages.

notmoss

“--- you’re welcome, asshole,” Shane grumbled, exhaling the smoke right before she put the finished cigarette down. “I can Postmates you some booze and pizza ‘cause my cabinet and fridge have been empty for months now --- just quit complaining, will you?” As she continued, the woman just squared her shoulders and leaned against the couch again. “You know you’re good at it -- make this shit your bitch, mate.”

#p: santana #// look ma! i'm using big gifs now!

mossyzach

“While everyone around me is getting married and having babies and shit, my life is exactly how I imagined it would be at twenty-five. Single with an average job and high most of the time. I can’t tell if I’m winning or losing.”

notmoss

“--- can relate,” she said. “Well... maybe except the average job part, but you know...”

#p: zach #/// at first i wanted to leave it at 'can relate' but i've decided not to pull the one who shall not be named bc i'm nicer xo

lizzy-marshall:

Lizzy simply snorted. It was an image she wouldn’t mind seeing, actually. She leaned back, her hand running through her long hair as she thought. “Not really.” She sighed. Last time she had a whole list of names within a day of taking the test. But this time, doing anything of the sort felt like it would give her unnecessary hope. “I guess we are going to wait until we find out the gender.” Not that it made much difference, they could easily make a list for both, and one that could fit both. But again, not getting her hopes up. “It doesn’t feel quite so real, yet.” She admitted with a small laugh.

“I mean...” Shane trailed off, looking down as she gestured over Lizzy’s stomach, “--- kinda looks real, though.” She commented, and then simply let out a rather sharp chuckle. She’d never understood why people would willingly put themselves through such a thing, but if that’s what made them happy, there was no way she could be a bitch about it. This entire thing wasn’t made for her, nor were the relationships, so she would never get to this point, anyway. “Listen... if there’s anything I can do for you two... --- THREE, I will,” she stated. “Unless you want me to wear something ridiculous, I’m all in.”

#p: lizzy

lizzy-marshall:

“The nicest.” Lizzy rolled her eyes fondly. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll catch her in head to toe pink and heels one day soon.” She held back the laugh It wasn’t that she didn’t think Valentine could pull off such a look, she just knew it wouldn’t make her wife feel comfortable. Lizzy let herself fall into the embrace, the grin taking a full force onto her face. “Thank you.” It was the first time she had told anyone that wasn’t her wife or her doctor, and it felt good to get it out. Now it could start to feel real, she could begin to relax, stop worrying as much.

“I am sure it would take a lot of convincing, but I still wouldn’t cross that thing off completely -- you’ll never know,” she said. “She’s already whipped, so you might as well do your worst and make her wear it now.” While Shane wasn’t exactly sure how this entire ‘relationship’ thing worked, she sure could’ve guessed it was all about making each other happy, or something along those lines. Luckily enough, she’d never get to experience any of the downfalls and anything negative, just because her romantic orientation wasn’t exactly fitting those kinds of scenarios; living through her best friend’s shenanigans was a good alternative, anyway. “--- anytime, really,” Shane murmured, nodding. “Have you thought about a name yet? -- Is this what... people who expect kids do?”

#p: lizz

lizzy-marshall:

“Yes, your style doesn’t exactly coincide with mine.” Lizzy tried to speak as diplomatic as possible, not wanting to cause any offence. She frowned over at Shane, as if the girl didn’t know her at all. “Again, not going to find much for me there.” She sighed, throwing herself besides Shane. “Besides, they wouldn’t fit either.” Biting her lip, she looked over at her best friend. “I, um, guess it is as good a time as ever to tell you; I’m pregnant.” She announced, the smile on her face one of happiness tinged with worry.

“I figured HOMELESS CHIC wasn’t exactly up your alley, but it didn’t hurt to offer, ‘cause I am HELLA nice, right?” Shane answered, chuckling softly at her own words. She wouldn’t necessarily describe her style like that, but it was probably the easiest way to show the difference between her friend and herself. She just wore whatever clothing article was clean and closest to her and went on with her day -- simple. “--- she’s still closer to your style than I am, though. Besides, riding your wife’s closet is a cool thing to do,” she said. “Shit, REALLY? That’s fuckin’ awesome!” The Brit beamed, opening her arms as if she wanted to embrace Lizzy in a hug. “I mean... I kinda figured, ‘cause you were talkin’ about not being able to fit into your stuff, but hey --- doesn’t mean I am not HAPPY for you two, yeah?”

#p: lizzy #notHING IS REAL AT THIS POINT #TIME ISN'T REAL EITHER

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“Nothing fits anymore.” Lizzy complained, looking at herself in the mirror from every angle. “I hate all my clothes and I am not leaving the house ever again because I have nothing to wear.”

notmoss

“I would tell you to borrow some clothes from me, but I think you would rather walk around NAKED then be seen in THAT,” she interjected, basically throwing herself on the sofa to get comfortable. Shane knew she’s going to spend quite a long time inside, so why not just make the best of it? “--- but maybe your wife has something that looks like something you’d wear? -- Unless you’re talking about trousers, ‘f course.”

#p: lizzy

mossyzach:

“Let’s have a Zach roasting party just so everyone can get it out of their systems. Maybe you should invite Max, Santana and Lizzy as well. And even Seb just for good measure.” Most things people said to him just rolled off his back now – he had stopped allowing the little things to get to him and it made him feel much happier. Obviously, he knew that nothing Shane said to him was serious (at least not often, anyway) but he KNEW what people used to say about him. And he wasn’t going to let it get to him. “Maybe Tinder isn’t the answer then. Threesomes were more of a younger me thing. I’d rather whoever I’m fucking focus on just me. Grindr sounds better, although…” He grinned sheepishly. “Never thought I would ever say this but I actually want a boyfriend. A PROPER boyfriend. I want to be in a dumbass happy relationship.”

Grinning, Zach pulled down the collar of his t-shirt to expose his collarbone so he could show his sister the ‘S’ shape inked on there. It was small but sweet and was actually a huge source of comfort to him while he’d been away. “Cry all you like. Again, you have four years of it to catch up with. May as well let the flood out now and dry yourself up a little bit.”

“Can I actually just have Santana on my team, please? Gal’s going to get you so good, you won’t even need to have to listen to my awkward attempt to roast the living shite out of you,” she asked. Well, to be completely honest, Shane would probably never let a chance like that slip past her fingers, so anything she was currently saying was a joke. At the mention of Zach wanting to get a proper boyfriend, the brit couldn’t help but smile. A giant, enthusiatic smile -- the one she never allowed anyone to see, ever. It was possibly meant for the ones that matter the most, and let’s be real -- her brother was definitely one of those people; if not the MOST important one. “Sounds like we’ve got ourselves a mission, then?” Shane inquired, letting a thin eyebrow lift up for a mere second before giving the other person’s shoulder a pat. “You can do this. -- With a little bit of help from your sister, I think it’s pretty fucking do-able. I believe in YOU.”

She just gave him another pat, or rather SHOVE of his shoulder and then laughed, despite herself. “Come on now! You’re just SO doing this to make me cry --- I’m NOT going to cry again.” Bullshit.

#p: zach

chaos-maximus:

“Zach is an idiot. A lovable one, but an idiot nonetheless. I would never take his advice ever,” he said with a laugh. “I’ve always been scared to dye my hair. It’s probably some sort of compulsory masculinity. Or maybe because it would look bad with NASA.”

“He’s smart in his own, unique way, just as everyone else -- so let’s not discredit his super secret genius, yeah?” Shane joked. “It’s not as scary as everyone think it is. I’d say that cutting it is something that requires bigger, metaphorical, or not really, balls. After all... the dye will wash away in a month or so -- hair grows a wee bit longer than that.”

#p: max

chaos-maximus:

“Fair point, but if I shave my hair I’m doing it for me. And I don’t want to do it if Zach wants me to,” Max shrugged. “He probably would. We’d look awesome. Let me know if you ever decide to do it. I’ll join you.”

“You’d have to be an idiot if you’ve done something Zach told you to do,” she answered, with an almost matching shrug -- must’ve been a sibling thing, after all. “I... strangely don’t hate the way my hair is now, so I think it might take some time ‘til I decide to actually cut or shave it. -- I might dye it in any time soon, but that’s about it.”

#p: max

chaos-maximus:

“I mean, it’d be a fun change and it’d be even more fun if we did it together,” Max joked. “But that also means Zach can’t make any more homeless jokes about me and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. He only just got back.”

“I’ve heard shock therapy is in, anyway,” morbid humour? Check. No expression on her face? Double check. But, that was just a regular Shane for you. “Knowing him, he’ll either keep making those jokes, or come up with something ten times more annoying, so I got no idea if it’s even worth it. -- We’d look great anyway, though. It’s a given.”

#p: max

lopeztana:

“Don’t tell other people that!” Santana exclaimed, as if scandalized that something like that could be spread about her. Maybe she could be nice sometimes. But she only wanted a select few to know that. “Of course I do, that’s not even up for debate.” She puffed out her chest slightly, as if proving a point. “Is that not what every movie is about? Like, seriously, we get to see the falling in love, but what happens after the credits roll?” She shook her head. “Arguments, children and the death of a sex life, that’s what.”

All Shane could do in this very moment was to raise her hands up, in faux defense. “Ain’t gonna happen, I don’t really have a death wish, even though I look like I do,” she said slowly, all while wiggling her eyebrows and laughing a little. It’s not like she was going to go around, telling everyone Santana’s this or that, anyway. She was far too lazy and anti-social to do so. “--- they also make pretty great pillows, too. So, another thing you can add to the list of the cool things they can do.” Shane reasoned with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. “No, I meant a some kind of biopic about me and all those people I had to reject because they wanted something more than just sex. -- You could be in it, too. Hell... You could even play yourself!”

#p: santana