3 am thoughts

i write btw, yukio_oi on ao3 :)

[yukiooi]

*Ava has caught the flu after dancing out in the rain*

Beatrice, getting ready to feed her soup: Open up, darling.

*Ava opens up her legs*

Beatrice, flushed: I– that's not... I meant–

Ava, confused and pouting because Beatrice hasn't moved in closer: Bea?

Beatrice: I-I meant your mouth so I can feed you soup...

[yukiooi]

Ava: What if–

Lilth, Camila, and Mary at the same time: NO.

Ava: But I didn't even say–

Beatrice: Ava, please. No.

Ava, pouting: Bea...🥺

Beatrice: Well, uh...

Lilth, Camila, and Mary: Beatrice! NO.

[yukiooi]

Ava: I mean, what can I say? I'm one hell of a kind!

Beatrice: Ava, language–

Lilith: More like one hell of a kid.

Mary, laughing her ass off: 🤣

Ava: I AM NOT.

[yukiooi]

*Ava, an absolute crying mess.*

Camila, nudging Lilith beside her: Ask her what's wrong.

Lilith: What? Why me?

Camila, smiling: Because I already have an idea why she's crying.

Lilith, rolling her eyes: FINE. You. Why're you crying?

Ava: We're falling out...

Lilith, a bit concerned: Are you and Beatrice breaking up?

Ava: No! We're falling out of our bed every night because I ordered a twin bed! I thought a twin bed would fit two people!

Lilith: Oh my fucking god. I wasted 10 seconds of my life for this. 10 fucking seconds.

[yukiooi]

Ava, looking for something: Have you guys seen my planner anywhere?

Camila, confused: What?

Ava: My planner, I can’t find–

Lilith, laughing: You? Planning shit? Ain't no way–

Camila, slapping Lilith's arm: What does it look like? We'll help you look for it!

Ava: She's beautiful, hot, gorgeous– there she is!

Beatrice, walking in carrying a few grocery bags: Hey.

Lilith: Oh my fucking god.

Camila: I thought...what...? Planner?

Ava, jumping up and down in excitement: CAMPFIRE MARSHMALLOWS!!!

Mary, following behind Beatrice with a sigh: Ava, stop feeding her ideas. She's going to plan all your crazy shenanigans and bring them to life...

Ava, ignoring Mary: You got me pink heart-shaped marshmallows?! 🥺

Beatrice, blushing: Don’t share it with anyone. It's all yours.

+ Last night, Ava told Beatrice how much she wanted to try roasted marshmallows and then ranted about how fun it would be to have a campfire night and roast marshmallows in actual fire. It was just an idea to Ava, but Beatrice the Planner really lived up to her title.

Ava: Crazy idea + Beatrice: Plan said crazy idea

[yukiooi]

Ava: I have geesebumps.

Beatrice: Ava, I believe you meant to say goosebumps.

Ava: No, you said that goose is just one goose, and geese is more than one goose. I have more than one goosebump, so it's geesebumps.

Beatrice: Ava, I–...

Ava: 😤

Beatrice, muttering under her breath: I better leave her be. I don't want to deal with another one of her sulking tantrums for the 7th time this morning.

Ava: What was that?

Beatrice: Nothing!

Ava: That’s what I thought.

+Fun fact, it was not Ava's 7th but 11th sulking tantrum– or it would've been the 11th if Beatrice had gone and corrected Ava. Thankfully, Beatrice held herself back and just watched as Ava danced around the living room.

[yukiooi]

*Ava, feeling down because she's been forced to stay inside due to a flu outbreak*

Camila: Aww, cheer up Ava. Come on, why don't you go do something you like?

Ava, suddenly getting an idea and staring (shamelessly) at Beatrice: 😏

Beatrice, completely unaware and focused on her book: ?

Lilith: Disgusting. Ugh.

Camila: That’s not what I meant, but if you must, please do so in private.

Lilith: How about please don't?

Beatrice: Don’t what?

Ava 😏: Bea... 😣

Lilith: I'm so done with this. I'm gonna go throw up.

[yukiooi]

*In a diner*

Beatrice: Ava, what do you fancy?

Ava: You.

Camila: Ava, that was her British way of asking, 'what would you like to eat?'.

Ava: ?

Ava: My answer's still the same. Her.

Lilith: For fuck's sake just order the damn food.

+ Beatrice just absolutely blushing hard in the background while Ava and Lilith start fighting and Camila just enjoying the table-side entertainment.