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# 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 - mumu for @ciderpointhq. penned by bobbie.
𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂 '𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒆' 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 ( she/her ) ↳ 31, cashier at lois & found. intro , threads , board .
𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 '𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓' 𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒐𝒏 ( she/they ) ↳ 32, radio journalist. intro , threads , board .
𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒓𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 ( she/her ) ↳ 31 , serve at al tavolo . intro , threads , board .
𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕 ( he/him ) ↳ 28 , line cook at shirleys diner . intro , threads , board .
closed !! — for @wildestdrexms ( star ) 📍 shirley's diner
🪐 "is this seat taken?" was it a good idea to talk to star again so close to their last encounter? saul's not entirely sure, but he really does want the pair to be on good terms. so when he catches that the only available space in the venue is next to her, he takes the opportunity.
at the familiar voice, star looked up from the phone in her hand and nodded her head, " yeah. " they said - before the question filted through their mind properly. " i - i mean no. the seats not taken. yes, you can sit there. i - if you want. " they wished, more than anything, that star could stop feeling so nervous whenever they were around saul. she had never quite learnt how to be around someone that she had once cared so much about - someone who knew them as well as saul did.
starter: nesrin ( @wildestdrexms ) location: nesrin's home
he feels like he's losing his mind. initially, he'd convinced himself he was just reading too much into it. the quietness, the smiles that don't quite reach her eyes. that she's understandably worried about his relationship with his siblings. but as he'd relayed good news to her as he began slowly but steadily patching things up with marco at least, nothing seemed to change. so it couldn't be his problems making her nervous. it had to be something else, which makes him wonder if maybe they've gotten too good at keeping secrets. "why is no one learning from my mistake?" they'd been skirting around it since he arrived; since he'd asked how she is, how's her day, and she'd said fine but there'd been no sparkle in her eyes like there always used to be. "nes, am I supposed to be able to read your mind?"
since hearing about lukes fall out with his siblings, nesrin couldn't help but feel a little guilty. she was trying to not let it affect how she was when she was around luke, though. she didn't want to add another thing on his plate. she didn't think that it was something that he needed to be aware of, anyway. he was just her being her. she was sensitive to this sort of thing. it was easier to let the emotions take their course, not let them be a bigger problem. she would get over it sooner or later. she just hadn't realised how obvious it was to him. she was quick to be confused as luke spoke. she really didn't want to make this into a big deal so instead of divulging, she doubled down. " what are you talking about, luke? i said i’m fine. everything’s fine. " at least, she hoped that he'd believe her, that he'd take what she was saying. she didn't think that this needed to be said, otherwise she would have told him already. " you don't need to do anything. it's all fine. "
" franks, i know the sound of your laugh too well for you to tell me you didn't have fun. " of course, there has been some down times too, otherwise they might have made it. but he likes to focus on the good. for them to have remained friends, only proves his point. amusement crinkles the corner of his eyes, chuckle sounding. " sorry, no can do. these ears are primed to listen at all times. i can't be blamed for what other people say. " and when your ex girlfriend is up for discussion, it's difficult to tune out. if only for the fact he'll always be ready to jump in and defend any disparagement against her name. because when blue cares about someone, he cares, in his own way, for life. and a certain level of protectiveness will always accompany that. " how long have you been skirting around it ? " he asks, curious. rolling his own eyes when she tells him to chill out. a little bit disappointed. " fine. " as her next words come, his smile threatens to falter, but he's become skilled at keeping it in place. " yup . . . that's me. " but it's not, is it ? and while blue has long since given up caring that the majority think of him that way, it hurts a little that someone he once loved might genuinely believe it, too. responsibility has been all he's known since he was ten years old. he'd raised three siblings, the youngest of which now calls him dad. dropped out of school to work in order to keep his family afloat, and still to this day he's running a bar while taking on as many side ( albeit illegal ) jobs as he can to ensure their life is better than his. " mr. shortcut. but i always get the job done. "
as much as she might want to pretend otherwise, frankie couldn't argue with that one. other than her three best friends, blue was the person that she was probably closest to in this world. he was one of her favourite people. and, like him, once frankie cared about someone that deeply, it was difficult for her to ever stop. " you can and i will blame you, unfortunately. " she shrugged. " alright, most outlandish rumour you've heard about me? " she was sure that drunk people would come up with some sort of bullshit when gossiping at the bar. she was only too curious to hear what exactly he might've picked up on over the years. " too fucking long. " it wasn't exactly an answer but it was the only one that she had. she didn't want to openly admit how long things had been going back and forth between she and riley. it was too embarrassing, she thought. they were grown ups. she knew that they needed to sort out their shit. frankie didn't envy the life that blue had - the responsibility that lay on his shoulders. it was why she made sure that he had a place to blow off a little bit of steam. she didn't want to be another thing that he had to look after. " oh yeah, you get the job done damn well, too. "
it ignites a fire within her that he thinks he can joke about her feelings. it's as if, even after all this time, he still hasn't felt the full weight of his actions, not the way daphne wants him to. maybe even needs him to, to finally move past it herself. because isn't it unfair? that he had been the one who lied and cheated, and yet she's the one who can't hold down a job? gets cold feet the moment it feels like someone might actually like her for who she is? baggage included. "well, you packed it all, so..." her eyes roll, yet her feet don't carry her away. she must be a glutton for punishment. "kind of you to leave me with so much, too."
august was trying to pretend like he wasn't absolutely wrecked by the end of everything with daphne. it was close to a decade and he still hated himself for what he did to her. he didn't think that he'd ever forgive himself. he didn't know how to move on but he was trying to pretend that, that wasn't the case. " it wasn't all me. " at least, he hoped not. it hurt him to know how much he'd messed up her life. he didn't want to be the sole reason for her life not working out the way she'd planned. " didn't want to leave you in the first place, daph. " oh he really needed to think a little more before he spoke instead of saying the first thing that came out of his mouth. it was the truth, though. if she had forgiven him, then august would have been over the moon. he'd known that she wouldn't, though. she wouldn't have been the woman that he loved if she didn't.
closed starter for lily @newdcys & august @wildestdrexms setting: grand royale
a night out with lily is nothing new at this point. it’s routine. they get ready together, leave together, and head to the club like they always do. vada orders tequila shots as soon as they arrive, and right as they’re being served, august walks in. well, tonight isn’t their usual girls’ night out after all. " speaking of the devil, " she says to lily, eyes flicking toward the entrance as one hand lifts to gesture him over. already reaching for a shot glass, a grin curls at her lips as she holds it up. " alright, babes, it’s shot time! "
getting out of town was needed, august thought. he needed some time to get out of his head. it was just his luck that vada would be in the very place that he walked into. august was happy to ignore what had been happening over the last few weeks. he didn't want to let it hang over them anymore. especially when there was an offer of shots and spending time with two of his favourite people. " what an offer! who would i be to turn it down? " he laughed as he stepped up beside the others, " what're we feeling? my treat, yeah? " @newdcys
she's deflecting, of course, but that was what frankie had always done best. even now, with her burgeoning relationship with riley looming on the horizon, and the horrors of texas trailing behind them, she still sidestepped the important conversations. a shared hobby of theirs. ❛ because i'm a harsh critic – nobody will ever be good enough for any of you. ❜ referring to billy and ofie, also. ❛ but if you have to find partners, then i want them to know i'm not easily impressed. that… ❜ swallows hard, shifts uncomfortably in her seat for a moment. ❛ that i won't just let you get hurt. ❜
as lark spoke, she couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her lips. frankie could fight her own battles - she'd been doing it since she was a kid, after all, but there was something nice knowing that she had three people ready and waiting to back her up whenever she needed it. the feeling was absolutely mutual, of course. " oh yeah, well, he definitely knows that. " it would be difficult for him to not, she thought. " is there anyone i need to keep an eye on where you're concerned? "
closed !! — for @wildestdrexms ( frankie ) 📍 riley's place
⚓ he's trying not to wake her, but the coffee machine in his kitchen isn't known for it's quiet nature. he shoots a look back to the door to the room behind him, filling up the two mugs with faded designs of the seaside. yet another thing he should consider replacing around this place now someone else was spending more time here.
"morning sleeping beauty." he greets her at the door, upon realising she'd joined the land of the living. riley was an early riser by nature, so he tried his best to keep the house silent for her in the morning, "did i wake you up?" he steps in to sit her coffee on the bedside table beside her.
waking up in an unfamiliar bed wasn't exactly something which frankie was all that used to ... though, she supposed, rileys bed was starting to feel less and less unfamiliar to her as the days went on. the noise in the morning, however, was not something she was about to get used to any time soon.
" good morning. " she muttered as riley noticed her at the door. unless she had to be at work, it was rare for frankie to see the morning. just another thing the pair of them did not have in common. " yeah. but if it's for coffee, i guess i'll let you off. " she teased.
"WHO CAN ?" he laughs, entirely sincere. the sun practically rose and set with his mom for spencer, despite absolutely needing to live on his own. "speaking of, she wants to have dinner next sunday. you should come, she keeps asking if you're even still alive," he laughs, stuffing a few fries in his mouth as he does. snap turns into a finger pointing at august at the suggestion, head nodding. "you can teach me how to grill !"
" true, true ! she's magic, your mother. " any parent as attentive as spencers mom, were unicorns in his book. his had always wanted a child that he definitely wasn't. " ah nice. of course. yeah, i'll be there. and i'll even try my hardest to not be hungover. " sundays were usually a day when he would hide himself in his apartment and recover from the night before. he'd make an exception for spencer and his mom, though. " oh shit, yeah! i can totally do that! "
He seems to be doing well so far, and it makes sense, because everything he knows about Nesrin from Theodora had lead him to believe they’d get along well. If anything, it just makes him wonder how María fits into it all, with none of the same tenderness Nesrin or Winter have — at least, from his experiences with her. Maybe that’s the point, though; balance. Either way, he’s glad Theodora has so many friends who feel every which way about him, and he’s also glad that on a fragile day like today, he’s stood in front of one that doesn’t want to tear him a new one. “Far enough,” he repeats, “what do you miss most about home?” It has to be a better conversational topic than how he takes his tea, and, in all honesty, he’s curious. “You can try.” Nate laughs, knowing full well he’ll insist, but she’ll only have to push back a little and he’ll fold. “Find us a table? I’ll grab everything.”
nesrin had always had a more gentle nature. she never saw the point in throwing her weight around, trying to get everything her own way. she thought that kindness went a lot further ... and she was trying to give that to nate now. not that it was a particularly hard thing to do. he was a sweet person, she thought. she just hoped that he would be good to theodora. that was the most important thing to her. " the food. without a doubt. " it might seem a little heartless that she didn't say her parents but that was it's whole thing and she didn't feel the need to get into it. " what about you? do you miss the rain? " england was one of the placed that she had not actually visited in her travels. she definitely hoped that she'd get to do that eventually. " sounds like a plan. " she nodded and turned away from nate.
closed starter for august @wildestdrexms setting: open mic night, after ruby valentine’s set
" well, look who decided to show up, " she says, her tone light and teasing. while she’d usually have something snarky to say whenever she sees august, she’s in too good a mood to pick a fight with him right now — their last encounter with kara has certainly eased some of the tension between them anyway. " did you actually come to see me or was the other stage so bad you had no choice but to come over here? "
august wasn't one to hold a grudge and he definitely wasn't about to hold one against vada ... but he couldn't help still feeling a little weird around her. awkward maybe. the run in with her and his sister had played on his mind time and time again. there was no chance that he was going to miss her set with the new band. a small smile slipped onto his face as he heard the others voice. " you know you'll put everyone else to shame, vada. "
𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: national pack rat day, summer library / @wildestdrexms
“have you found anything good yet ?” he asks, head turned over his shoulder to see star. “not to say we had the best donations, but ...” he trails off, giving her a playful look. he doesn't mean to sound pretentious, calls it a symptom of growing up in the windsor family, but they've been searching for their swap items for HALF AN HOUR and so far all he's seen is junk. supposes it's the purpose of the day, but admittedly, his hopes were higher. “think i might start hunting for a nice journal and call it a day, how about you ?”
this whole thing was a lot more overwhelming than star had initially thought that it would be. they'd hoped that they'd be able to pick up something fairly quickly after she dropped off her things ... apparently it was just wishful thinking. " i don't even know what i was looking for. maybe having a purpose will help a little more... " though it was difficult. there were so many things that star would want but without knowing what would be there, she had no idea what to really look for. " i think i saw a nice looking journal over there somewhere... i can try and find it again for you, if you want? "
starter: eliot ( @wildestdrexms ) location: nora's home, penny lane
Her most ambitious project yet, so it's no surprise she's already giving up— No, she's taking a break. Leaning back on the grass, staring up at the clouds, wishing she hadn't been so starry eyed seeing this old, broken sewing machine in Lois & Found last week, hadn't begged a friend to help her drag it home. It'd been far enough carrying all twenty kilos of it around the house, let alone all the way home from the second-hand store on Electric Avenue. "I had such big dreams of all the things I could make when this thing was up and running again," she starts with a shy smile, "think I might've bitten off more than I can chew."
eliot always loved having some sort of project. it kept her busy. so when a friend asked her for help with a project of their own, eliot was only happy to help out. except now, as she was hunched over it, did eliot only realise how much she'd gotten herself in for. she had no real idea where to even start. and yet eliot did not know how to admit defeat. " we've barely even started yet, nora. " she sighed as she tried to figure out where to even start with this thing. " we'll make your dream come true. promise. we'll get there. "
august .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ shirley's diner, parking lot, night / @wildestdrexms
sitting on the hood of his car, winton's keys flip around and around his index finger. movement from the front doors caused him to perk up, only to deflate a little when it's august that exits. “hey man,” greeted with a wave and a smile anyway. it would look bad otherwise, and he doesn't need any more enemies than he's already collected. "you're out early. someone else tucking the patties in tonight?"
august loved his job but leaving his job gave him an extra pep in his step. so as he saw winston, he waved as a smile slipped onto his lips. " hey! didn't know you'd be out here. waiting for me? " august had no idea who it was that winston would be waiting for. " nah man. gave them all a kiss goodnight and sent them off to sleep early. "
starter: august ( @wildestdrexms ) location: summer library, national pack rat day
A plastic bag filled with candles she's never lit and a heart filled with hatred. She should move. Right now, out of the library, away from him, and in life, to another town or city, somewhere she isn't haunted by what could've been, but she stays stock-still. Her roots are already too sunken into the ground. When he meets her gaze, she hates that he still makes her breath catch. "My baggage," flat, a bad answer to a question he never asked, bag raised between them. Glass candles clink together inside. She nods at his own items. "You know, there's something funny about you trading in your old things for something new."
it's always when august starts to feel like he is actually doing well, when he sees daphne and is reminded of everything that he did wrong. the pit in his stomach - the guilt - that he carried around with him, was worse whenever he saw her. " your baggage ... " he repeated, with a nod of his head. he was dumb but he wasn't thick enough to let that one fly over his head. he knew what she was getting at. " i guess i'd know a little more about that than you, right? " he said, without thinking about it. he realised a second too late how bad that sounded.
august .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ grand royale / @wildestdrexms
they couldn't go to the taproom, gwyn was adamant about that, even if she didn't give august the exact reason why. even though she promised him a fun night out the moment she was back in town, she nursed her vodka soda. eyes narrowed over the rim of her glass, head tilting. “when was the last time you ate a vegetable?” she yelled over the music. not exactly perfect night out conversation topic, but she was overwhelmed with affection and knew no other way to express it. “and, no, lettuce on a burger you made does not count.”
while gwyn nursed her drink ... august wasn't quite as slow with things. he was on his third or forth - he'd lost count - drink by this point. he had never really been someone who could reign in his impulses all that well. as he saw the look on his friends face, he worried he had done something wrong ... and then he heard her. he couldn't help but laugh loudly. " now? gwyn you wanna talk about this now ? " but then he thought for a moment and realised ... he couldn't remember. " is it important? "
starter: nesrin ( @wildestdrexms ) location: open mic night, rhythm & waves festival grounds
the wound is still surprisingly fresh. it's hard to decipher whether it's guilt or anger that sits on his heart now, so unfamiliar with the latter that he doesn't really know what to do with it. which is largely the problem, because corinne doesn't seem to know either. and whilst it had worked out so badly for him the first time, he chooses to be selfish again, link his fingers between nesrin's as he guides her through the crowd. because he can't lose the best thing that's ever happened to him because someone who's supposed to understand him better than anyone can't, because all of this can't be for nothing in the end. "another drink?" he offers her a warm, fond smile, the same one he gets every time he meets her eyes and remembers how lucky he is. "before the next set starts."
although she was trying to pretend otherwise, nesrin couldn't help but feel a little guilty about how things had gone with luke and his siblings. should she have tried to convince him to tell them earlier? should she have been there while he was telling them? she wished that she could do something to make it a little easier for him. there was a part of her that wanted to go and talk to corrine but she wasn't sure if it was her place to do so. instead, nesrin had decided that she was just going to be there for him and try and make things a little better for him. " a drink sounds perfect. " nesrin nodded as a smile sprung to her lips. it was hard not to smile while she was around luke. " are you enjoying yourself so far? "
