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[orchestrahearts]

“You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” (Dad!Darcy to Ivy)

muses are struggling.

Ivy shook her head. “It’s not that bad, it’s just been a really long week.” She was downplaying it for sure, but she also didn’t want to talk about it. She hadn’t been feeling like herself. She’d been feeling tired and burned out. She barely even enjoyed performing. She just wanted to stay home and do nothing. She probably just needed a break.

[orchestrahearts]

“How can you tell if you have a concussion?” (loudnclearspot to Ivy- dear god this child)

let my muses help — @loudnclearspot

“You– how did you do that to yourself?” Was this barista related? Somehow Ivy doubted that but she still felt the need to know what Spot had managed to do to herself. “How do you feel? Any headaches?”

[orchestrahearts]

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞ (loudnclearspot to Ivy)

fluff — @loudnclearspot

“I know,” Ivy said, “but it’s nice to hear it.” She pulled Spot closer for a kiss. It was different now that they were dating. They’d been spending a lot of time together but now that they were official, they were actually talking about how they felt about each other. It was probably dumb that they hadn’t done it sooner, but they had their reasons not to start actually dating until more recently.

[orchestrahearts]

" i understand that it's meant to be salted caramel, but... exactly how much salt did you use?! "

(loudnclearspot to Ivy)

literally never let ivy cook — @loudnclearspot

“I didn’t think I used that much.” Ivy looked back at it, tasting it. Her face contorted for a moment, the salty tasting overwhelming the caramel. “Oh my God, what happened to this?”

[orchestrahearts]

“Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” (loudnclearspot to Ivy)

muses are struggling — @loudnclearspot

She hated Spot seeing her like this. She couldn’t really help it, but she still didn’t like it. She hadn’t been feeling well when Spot came over and it wasn’t getting any better. “You should go, you’ll probably get whatever this is.”

[orchestrahearts]

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse (loudnclearspot to Ivy)

aforementioned meme — @loudnclearspot

Ivy squealed, grinning when Spot picked her up. “What are you doing? Are we going somewhere?”

[orchestrahearts]

“ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call.  ”

(loudnclearspot to Ivy)

ship — @loudnclearspot

“It’s fine,” Ivy offered a small smile. “What’s going on?” What had caused Spot to decide to call her? Not one of the other girls in Brooklyn? They were only seeing each other casually so they hadn’t been seeing each other for anything too serious. 

[orchestrahearts]

"what time is it? i'm late for work." (loudnclearspot to Ivy, lmao put the two morning people together who are confused because they Never spend the Night together)

dot dot dot. again — @loudnclearspot

“Oh God it’s tomorrow now, isn’t it?” She never stayed overnight. Usually she couldn’t stay overnight. She had shows at night and Spot had opening shift in the mornings so they usually met in the middle of the day. Yesterday, however, she didn’t have a show so when she came over in the afternoon she never left. “I don’t know, seven probably?” Both of them were used to getting up in the mornings but this time they both slept in.

[orchestrahearts]

“ i could never hate you. not really. “ (loudnclearspot to Ivy)

angsty ships – @loudnclearspot

“You don’t?” How could Spot not hate her? They’d been fighting about something so stupid and trivial. She shouldn’t care so much about bad press, she knew that, but she panicked. A little bad press made her uncomfortable and she needed to get over that but too much of it and she might not be able to get another job. She hadn’t been able to help but panic just a little, she couldn’t do anything except the career she’d chosen. She really didn’t have any other skills. She still shouldn’t have freaked out on Spot the way she did.

[orchestrahearts]

“  you’re going into shock,  alright?  i need you to just focus on my voice.  ” (loudnclearspot to Ivy HAVE ALL THE ANGST)

help, ivy's hurt — @loudnclearspot

Things were going in and out so much. She couldn’t focus on anything, let alone Spot. She wasn’t even sure she hurt anymore, she just felt… nothing? Panic? She wasn’t sure what this was. Shock. That’s what they called it. Everything happened so fast she didn’t have the time to process it.

[orchestrahearts]

“I can’t breathe. I just want to breathe.” (to Ivy)

moments of vulnerability.

Ivy leaned against Darcy, wrapping her arms around him. “Do you need me to take the kids for a few days? Maybe a break would help.” She’d offer to help him the same way he helped her when she was feeling anxious but she didn’t think trying to cook for him would be a good idea.

[orchestrahearts]

( scar )  :  receiver gently traces one of sender’s scars (loudnclearspot to Ivy)

scars — @loudnclearspot

She’d been sneaking around with Spot for a little while now but they were starting to spend more time together outside of casual hookups. It was nice being able to just sit with her sometimes, cuddled together on her couch. Ivy looked over when she felt Spot touching around her ankle. There was a small scar there that, even though it’d been such a long time since it happened, was still a little more sensitive at the surface level.

“I broke my foot during a show. They had to do a small surgery to fix it.”

[orchestrahearts]

“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”

(loudnclearspot to Ivy)

ship — @loudnclearspot

“No, I just wanted to boil an egg. I don't know how this happened.” How did she managed to mess that up? She did that at home sometimes and it was fine, but for some reason when she did it at Spot’s, the egg just kind of… exploded? All over the stove? She still hadn't figured what'd happened.

[orchestrahearts]

“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”

(loudnclearspot to Ivy)

ship — @loudnclearspot

“Of course I do,” Ivy leaned over against Spot, cuddling up to her. “I just don’t really want to talk about it.” It’d been such a long and particularly bad week. It seemed like everything was just going off the rails. Rehearsals were a mess, Cecilia was having trouble in school, and her apartment had decided now was the perfect time to spring a leak. She just needed something simple and easy right now where she didn’t have to talk about any of it.

[orchestrahearts]

"it's safer to just stay away from me." (Spot to Ivy)

stubborn new york bitches — @loudnclearspot

“I’m not just going to stay away from you. I can’t.” It was probably dumb to say, given what had just happened to her, but she still wasn’t going to stay away. That wasn’t an option. She was just going to have to lie low for a while, which was probably easier said than done. Maybe she just needed to stay in her apartment.

[orchestrahearts]

“it was a pretty good bad idea,  wasn’t it though?” (loudnclearspot to Ivy

waitress: the musical — @loudnclearspot

“Who’s to say it really is a bad idea?” Ivy asked, a small smirk forming.