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Happy Birthday, my friend! 💜💛 I hope you had a great day! I watched Bridgerton after seeing your Tumblr takes and still think of you whenever something related to Polin shows up in my feed. :)
aww. i'm touched!! and also i'm sorry i put you through that skgb
how about that penelope and eloise fight, though? wasn't that angst top-notch? they seem up your alley and you are Correct for that btw.
anyway. to be thought of! <3
3 Things About Valencia Perez
her radiant smile
her impeccable eyebrow lift
the face she pulls when nathaniel insists he knows rebecca better than the gurls because they had sex two (2) times
Hello, friend! <3 I just wanted to stop by to let you know that something from the start of Season 3 made me think of you. When Ben talks to Devi in 3x01 about giving her advice because he's more experienced, all I have in my viewing notes is an all caps reaction that reads: CORI, YOUR FIC!
this is such a fun ask to receive and in the spirit of fic writer appreciation day thank you 💛💛
my favorite part is that you could be referring to at least three different fics of mine i like putting the kiddos in that situation apparently
Asdfghjkl; I wasn't home all day yesterday to hop online, but I hope you had a wonderful birthday, friend! <3
i did! and i'm sorry i'm even more belated answering this than you were sending it and i love you and i thank you 😘
12. an incredibly loud and painful high-five (any pairing/combination of characters you wish!)
12. An incredibly loud and painful high-five + Heather & Nathaniel (feat. Rebecca)
“You know, skulking around the edges of a child’s birthday party, some people might start to think you’re some kind of creep.”
Nathaniel peers down at Heather, whose sudden appearance at his elbow has not made him jump, thank you.
“Are you not also skulking at the edge of a child’s birthday party?”
“Well, the child lived in my womb for nine months, so.”
He hums. “I suppose that does grant you a certain immunity to people calling your presence into question.”
She nods sagely, shifting her weight so she’s nearly reclining against him. Like he’s architecture rather than a person. “Besides, I’m clearly standing here so no one calls the cops on you. You’re welcome, by the way.”
Taking a sip of his beer to hide his smile, he says, “I might prefer being unlawfully detained to all the screeching, honestly.”
“Yeah, well. Rebecca’s up next.”
He glances down at her again, fighting the way her name affects him like the beer, going down to his stomach warm and bubbly. “Why would you say that?”
She elbows him. Kind of hard, actually. “Don’t play dumb with me, Stanford. Everyone knows why you’re here.”
He coughs lightly. “Because I was invited by the host?”
“Darryl invited half the town,” Heather says. “Not all of them bothered to show up.”
It’s a fair point, and before Nathaniel can come up with anything convincing to say in his defense, Darryl’s commanding his guests’ attention to where a keyboard’s been set up inside the rented pavilion.
“Alright, party people,” he says, bouncing Hebby on his hip, “now you’re in for a special treat!”
“Cake?” some kid guesses, earning a wave of chuckles from parents and shouts of agreement from the other children.
“Even better!” Darryl says with patented cluelessness. “One of my very best friends has written a song that she’s going to share with you!”
Silence.
“Nope.” Nathaniel ducks his head behind his beer bottle. “I can’t watch.”
“What are you talking about?” Heather asks. “This is about to be hilarious.”
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“Oh, is that for me?” Rebecca asks after her performance of her song about a dolphin who’d felt lost in the vast ocean finding home at the LA aquarium—complete with interactive trilling—goes down with lukewarm reception. She snatches the glass of rosé out of Heather’s hands as soon as she’s within reach. “You shouldn’t have.”
“Drowning your creative failures in alcohol?” Heather asks, eyeing her critically. “How very Washed-Up Rockstar of you.”
Rebecca finishes off the wine with a gulp before declaring, “Children are terrifying.”
“Darryl didn’t do you any favors with that intro,” Nathaniel points out, drinking in her proximity as greedily as she’d done the alcohol. “For what it’s worth, I thought you rallied admirably.”
“Yeah, cheer up, champ,” Heather says. “It’s not always easy committing to your life’s porpoise.”
Nathaniel snorts. “That was good.”
Rebecca watches them with narrowed eyes. “You know, I was going to say that it’s nice to see you.” She tilts her chin up and says primly, “Now I’m not so sure I feel that way.”
“Aww, come on,” he says. “I thought your orca-stration was beautiful.”
“Okay, that was way better than mine,” Heather says, and reaches for his wrist so she can hold his hand aloft. “You totally win.”
The smack of the non-consensual high five rings throughout the park.
“Christ,” Nathaniel says, cradling his hand to his chest. “Remind me to never win your approval again.”
Heather shakes out her own hand. “Sorry,” she says flatly. “I forget how ripped I am.”
He rolls his eyes.
“That’s what you get for spouting nonsense,” Rebecca says, and then pauses expectantly. “Get it? Because dolphins have blowholes!” She deflates. “You guys are a worse audience than the cake-obsessed kids.”
“No,” Heather says, “that just wasn’t funny.”
They all nod in grim agreement.
“Speaking of the cake,” Nathaniel says, “would having a piece make you feel better or worse?”
Rebecca perks up. “Definitely better.”
“Bet we could even steal one from a snobby two-year-old,” Heather suggests.
Rebecca grins and links her arm with Heather’s. “It was all an act, by the way,” she confesses on their way to the table. “I liked your guys’ puns.”
“Of course you did,” Heather says. “You’re the kind of person who writes songs about dolphins for children’s birthday parties.”
John Hughes Movie by Maisie Peters + Devi/Ben (There were a few lines that sounded promising, but I couldn't decide, so I leave it up to your excellent judgment!)
you were meant to follow me (but i’ll still act surprised)
Something rams into Ben from behind, making him fumble over his own feet, and dislodges one of his earbuds.
Mercifully, he catches it before it smashes against the sidewalk, but still. Not cool. “Hey!”
“Don’t hey me. I’ve been shouting at you for, like, a block, dude!”
Devi. Because of course. They can never leave well enough alone, can they?
“Don’t know why you bothered,” he says, once again inserting the earbud and stepping away from her without looking back.
She hurriedly shuffles in front of him, cutting him off before he regains his momentum and planting her hands on her hips.
The orangey glow of a streetlamp catches her just right, and for a second she’s truly intimidating: hair unruly from the wind and looking as though it’s been set aflame, eyes wide and nostrils flared with fury. If she were to kill him right here, he wouldn’t be surprised to know that’s how things end for him.
“What the fuck, Ben?”
“Don’t what the fuck me, David. You have a boyfriend, remember?”
Her laugh is almost maniacal, and it sends a chill down his spine. “Oh, so I just shouldn’t care if you kiss one of my best friends!? That’s bullshit.”
“It was a party,” he reminds her, rolling his eyes. “We got caught up in the moment. It obviously didn’t mean anything. Didn’t you see her sucking face with Trent two seconds later?”
“Didn’t mean anything,” she says, eyes swimming with enough vitriol to dissolve the both of them. He’d relish the burn, he thinks. “Yeah, right. That’s why you did it after I started dancing with Paxton to our song.”
“We don’t have a song,” he says, sneering despite the fact that his heart thunders in his chest. She remembers.
Hurt creeps into the twist of her mouth, and Ben nearly softens.
Before he can, though, she throws her hands up into the air, muttering “Why the shit did I bother, honestly?” as she pushes past him and starts stomping back toward the party.
He swears under his breath, and then stumbles the few steps it takes to catch up with her and grab hold of her wrist.
“You can’t keep thinking of things as ours when you’re with someone else,” he says, because he can’t say what he really means. You can’t keep giving me hope that I matter to you.
Her retort comes fast and sharp, a knife between his ribs. “You can’t keep kissing everyone I care about just because you can’t kiss me.”
The acid no longer lives in her eyes; it makes a home for itself in his stomach, eating away at him.
She watches his face for a second that goes on forever, then says, “I mean, Fabiola would be super not into that. Kamala could get arrested for perving. Pati…well, she might be into it, actually. She’s been saying some thirsty-ass things about Pandit Raj lately, and—”
“God, David,” he says, dropping her arm, “you made your point, alright? You can shut up now.”
She grins triumphantly, but it wilts a second later, her eyebrows raising uncertainly. “Are we cool?”
“Yeah,” he lies. Because he prefers being pulverized from the inside out to willingly handing over his heart to Devi Vishwakumar a second time. “We’re cool.”
I look to you (and our mutual notbang, of course) for the consistent Nathaniel Plimpton III characterization canon did not always provide. <3
i really did show up to the cherry orchard that is canon and collect only the characterization cherries i vibed with while the writers tried planting entirely new trees to bear fruit every year
002 Maya from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
how I feel about this character: i loved and projected onto her hard the first couple seasons, and then the writing got more and more grating :/
all the people I ship romantically with this character: lowkey nathaniel, lowkey rebecca
my non-romantic OTP for this character: highkey nathaniel. hashtag the lion and the mouse! also darryl! m-dawg and d-money :')
my unpopular opinion about this character: over-utilized in season four (except in the instance of 4.11)
one thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i think we should have gone on more of a journey with her idealization of rebecca. it's pretty much dropped after 3.05, but that's exactly when it could have been most interesting!
my OTP: n/a
my cross over ship: n/a
a headcanon fact: all i can think about right now is maya wearing minnie mouse ears to fuck???
