Best Laid Plans
"Dude," said Holster, his eyes huge, "that's so sad. We gotta get them together."
"This isn't a romcom, Holtzy, " Ransom said, patting his arm. "I'm sure that's not what Shitty had in mind."
"Actually," said Shitty, "that's exactly what I had in mind. And I've got a plan."
- Part 1 of Best Laid Plans
The thing about Ransom was, he wasn’t gay for his best friend.
This is the long overdue companion piece to my other CP fic, Best Laid Plans. I recommend reading both to get the full experience of the events, but it doesn't really matter which you read first or anything.
- Part 2 of Best Laid Plans
Dex sat up fully, crossing his feet at the ankles and giving him a wry look. “You wanna come pretend to be my boyfriend, Nurse?”
There were a lot of reasons Nursey was glad he wasn’t white. Subtle blushing ranked really high up there. “I, uh,” he started.
Dex shook his head at him. “It’s okay, I was kidding. I appreciate the suggestion but I know you weren’t offering—“
“I would,” Nursey heard himself saying. Which he’d always thought was a dumb literary convention, but here he was, words coming out of his mouth without his useless fucking brain’s influence at all. “If you actually want me to, I would.”
- Part 3 of Best Laid Plans