#she's a cereal and pizza kinda girl

[ganonfan1995]

Not to yuck anyone's yum, but it's wild how much trad-wife botw Zelda content exists.

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 5 : sick day

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : sickness, new characters unlocked lmao

words count : 2.6k

A/N : hi again, yea again. Like promised I’m posting as much as possible today :). Well, the chapters are kinda boring but I hope the upcoming ones will be much interesting! Love y’all, thank you! - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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It was 4 in the morning when you woke up abruptly, sweat all over your body, your head spinning as the need to throw up disturbed your sleep.

You rushed out of your bed to your connected bathroom and dropped on the floor in front of your toilet and let your body do whatever he needed to.

You were feeling way too sick, to hear your brother calling your name from the other side of your bedroom’s door.

"y/n? are you ok? I heard you coughing a lot." you heard Yoongi.

"I-I'm good don't worry. I'm just hmm.. drinking water my throat was dried." you lied not wanting to worry him.

"ah ok, drink hot water if your coughing doesn't stop." he mumbled sleepily as he walked away.

You sat on the floor, feeling a bit better but exhausted. You just wanted to sleep.

You got up rinsing your mouth and brushing your teeth quickly to jump on your bed again. You needed to rest before you lose consciousness.

"I probably ate a lot last night." you sighed as you let your body bounced on the mattress.

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Your alarm startled you as you shut it off abruptly. You groaned as you felt your head heavy and your stomach growling.

Getting up, you did your morning routine and went downstairs where you found your brother eating his cereals.

"Morning rat." you approached him leaving a light kiss on his cheek making him grimaced.

He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand before greeting you. "Morning ugly woman.”

"did you sleep well?" Yoongi asked as he munched his cereals.

"yea I just felt a bit sick earlier. I think I ate a lot last night and I didn't digest well since I went to sleep right after finishing my dinner.”

"Well you ate a whole damn pizza by yourself." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"yea whatever. sorry for disturbing your sleep." you apologized making him frowned.

"what are you even saying? shut your big mouth up, you didn't disturb me. I was coming back from the kitchen because i was thirsty and I heard you coughing. And even if you woke me up, it's not a problem. If you feel sick just tell me I'll come idiot." he gulped down his coffee before getting up from his sit.

You smiled at his words "you're the best brother." you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

"I know.” he grabbed his car keys.

“bye see you tonight." he slapped the back of your head playfully before getting out of the house.

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CAMPUS

"you seem tired today, are you fine baby?" Momo poked your cheek.

"yea yea I'm fine don't worry.”

"bullshit! look at your face." Momo spoke loudly.

"hey be quiet." the boy sitting in the row in front of you turned around annoyed.

“ah sorry." you apologized with a little smile which the boy returned politely.

"can't you just speak quietly?" you whisper-yelled to her.

“can't you just not hide anything from your best friend?" she rolled her eyes making you sigh.

"fine. last night, I felt sick ok. So I'm tired because of that." Momo hummedz

"what did you have? are you on your period?"

You furrowed your eyebrows before shaking your head.

“i didn't have my period yet.. it's kinda late but anyway, I just threw up, and i had a light headache so don't worry too much hm?" Momo just nodded, many thoughts rushing to her head but she kept it to herself unsure.

Half an hour had passed and you started seeing blur, your surroundings started moving making you feel dizzy.

You closed your eyes shut tightly and opened them again, but you started feeling hot.

No no not again, not now.

Momo looked over at you as she noticed you breathing heavily.

"yo girl? you're not feeling good, let's get you out of here hm?" She caressed your back making you nod.

Momo helped you take your bag from the floor, and took hers, she helped you stand up and exited the amphitheater discretly to not disturb the course.

The fresh air hit your face as you made your way out, you took a deep breath supporting your weight on Momo.

“I want t-to" before you could finish your sentence you rushed toward the nearest place to throw up : on the grass.

Thankfully there weren't people there.

Momo grimaced as she rushed to your sides, stroking your back gently as she held your hair up.

"yea.. let it go baby." she looked away from the floor as you were spitting your soul out.

You let your body fall down as you sat on the floor.

Momo got you a bottle of water from her bag.

"here, rinse your mouth. I have mint pastilles with me, wait." you nodded weakly as you breathed out.

After doing what she ordered you to, you grabbed your phone from your back pocket to call your brother.

"Yoongi.” you started quietly.

“what do you want? aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked confused.

“don't feel well Yoon-"

"wait for me, I'm coming." he said before hanging up.

“he's coming." you looked up at Momo making her nod.

"let's go sit on that bench." she pointed toward it, helping you stand up.

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You noticed Yoongi's car arriving as you stood up from the bench.

You walked to the parked car, a panicked Yoongi rushing to your side.

"what do you have? are you on your girl's days or something? fev-"

"hey, calm down please. I just threw up and my head is just spinning a bit.” you tried to reassure him putting your hand on his shoulder.

“just? you fucking threw up? twice! you thought i forgot about last night?" “i feel better now, I'm just tired.” your brother sighed massaging his temples.

Momo's phone suddenly rang making you look over at her.

"yea.. hm.. really? ahh ok ok no no I'm finished.. ok then I'll come. bye see you." she sighed looking toward you and Yoongi.

"I'm sorry guys I have to go. I'll call you tonight y/n, please take care." she kissed your cheek before rushing to her own car.

"get in." Yoongi opened the car's door for you before walking back to the driver sit.

"did you eat lunch yet?" he asked as he started the engin.

You shook your head "it's kinda early." you checked your watch "it's 10:53.”

“what did you eat this morning?"

"cereals." your answered making Yoongi hummed.

He drove for awhile, but not taking the direction for your house.

“where are we going?" you asked confused.

"company. I don't want to let you alone at home so you're staying with me." he announced.

"don't worry you'll stay with me in my office, there is a little couch so you'll rest there".

"and what about your boss?" he chuckled.

“don't worry he won't mind, i'll just inform him. to be honest we're pretty close. he's the father of one of my closest friends." he answered making you make a "o" face.

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YOONGI'S OFFICE

"sit there." he pointed toward the couch he talked about earlier.

"your office is cool!" you exclaimed looking around amazed at how clean and neat it was.

"i know." he smirked proudly.

You slapped his shoulder playfully as you went to the couch.

Yoongi sat himself comfortably on his chair.

"i finish this and we'll go grab something to eat yea?" he said eyes glued to his computer.

“good for me"

"rest until i'm do-"

Someone abruptly opened the office's doors interrupting your brother.

“Yoongi! guess who just bought a new ph- oh hi miss y/n!" Jimin smiled as he approached you, taking your hand in his, kissing it softly.

"hi Mr Park, just call me y/n please." you smiled politely.

“oh no, no Mr Park between us, just call me Jimin. I'm your brother's friend, well more like a brother to him so you're literally a little sister for me." Yoongi rolled his eyes at his friend's words making you chuckled.

"what are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

“i picked her up from college." Yoongi muttered.

"oh are your classes over?"

"she was sick." Yoongi spoke again.

“oh really? are you feeling better now? do you need someth-"

"she's fine Jimin."

"i'm not talking to you man, let her speak." Jimin retorted.

"I'm fine Jimin." you smiled a little "i'm just a bit tired.”

"you should rest." he patted your head softly.

"she was about to, but someone disturb our peaceful place." Yoongi sighed as he finally looked up to you.

Someone knocked on the door catching his attention.

“come in."

"hi Yoongi, i'm here to deliver these papers for tomorrow's meeting." the guy announced.

what's his name again? Jan? Jungk.. ah yes Jungkook, you thought to yourself.

He handed Yoongi the sheets before turning toward you.

“yo Jimin what are you d-" Jungkook stopped as he noticed you.

“hi y-y/n.. hm I'll see y'all later." he said before rushing out of the room.

"what's wrong with him these days? ugh anyway, let's go eat! I'm starving!" Jimin whined.

Yoongi shut his computer off, standing up from his chair.

“let's go then." he grabbed his phone before gesturing you to follow them.

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CAFETERIA

Yoongi, Jimin and you arrived at the cafeteria walking toward a large table where some guys were already sitting.

"hey man!" Hoseok greeted your brother as we reached the table.

"y/n, let me introduce you to the rest of the boys. you already know, Hoseok." you nodded.

"Guys this is my sister y/n.” Yoongi started.

"so him, it's Seokjin-"

"but you can call me Jin. Like you‘ve noticed I'm the most handsome of the group." he said making you chuckled.

“nice to meet you Jin." he smiled.

“same goes for me dear".

"anyway, so Namjoon." the tall man stood up to shake your hand.

"nice to finally meet you y/n. Yoongi talks a lot about you, always nice things." you shook his hand smiling.

"He's like the leader of the group." Jimin commented.

"he's the one always giving us the directions, advices and all when we work together and he's literally the most mature and serious of the group." you acknowledged his words by nodding.

"and finally, Taehyung." Yoongi pointed to the tall and handsome man sitting at the other side of the table.

“he's my best friend." Jimin smiled proudly making Taehyung smiled too.

"He's also the-” you stopped paying attention at the conversation, your heart skipping a beat.

You made eye contact with the man as he stood up from his seat, leaning a little over the table to grab your hand in his delicately.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n". you stared at him, mouth slightly ajar, words caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand enveloping yours.

Taehyung stared at you too, as a little smile gradually adorned his beautiful lips.

"y/n are you okay?" Yoongi lightly shook your arm.

"what? ah hm yea yea I'm good." you turned to your brother, letting Taehyung's hand slid out of yours.

"n-nice to meet you too, Taehyung." you replied timidly avoiding his eyes.

"Ok, let's take our orders, I'm hungry!" Jin whined.

"Come sit next to me y/n.”  Jimin smiled as he pointed to the chair next to his.

You chuckled as you sat there.

Jimin was someone really friendly, always cheering, supporting everyone. He's a bit extroverted. Kind and hardworking too. He's just an angel.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he glared at his overexcited friend. “Jimin I'm warning you.”

"what? can't she sit next to her friend?" he said pouting.

Yoongi just closed his eyes before talking again.

"everyone's already chose? today's on me. tell me your orders, I'll go to the cashier to have your orders and pay.”

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"so y/n, Yoongi told us you're going to college?" Namjoon started.

"yes. It's actually my last year. I'm studying english and literature. I've also signed to other sub-subjects. You know just a little plus, an option if i can say it like that. The marks won't be counting a lot since they're just minor courses".

"oh that's really interesting!" he exclaimed as he wiped his mouth with his tissue.

"and may I know what are the other subjects? if it's not personal?"

"yes of course. I chose french and art." you smiled genuinely as everyone listened to you attentively.

"french and art?" you heard a deep voice from your right making you turned toward it.

It was Taehyung.

"yes." you affirmed.

"that's .. just wow." he said brushing a stand of his black locks back.

"I love art."

"Tae studied art too when he was in college." Jimin mumbled while munching his food.

"yes. and I really enjoyed it." he added.

"and you study french? It seems amazing, I'm impressed." he said making you smiled shyly.

"Isn't it too difficult?"

"Tae has always dreamt about being able to speak french fluently." Jimin spoke again before gulping his drink.

"oh I see. Well, honestly, french is kinda difficult but not a lot at the same time. I think the most difficult is the conjugation of verbs. The vocabulary is pretty nice, words are pretty easy to pronounce and there are a lot of words which are really similar. There are words which are written differently but you pronounce it the exact same way! It's really confusing at first but it comes with time if you focus on it. Oh and there are words which I find really.. hm, I'll say-"

"romantic." taehyung and you said at the same time looking deep into each other's eyes, your surroundings forgotten as if there were only the two of you.

"yes.” you whispered.

“they are just beautiful and the pronunciation .. it sounds so classic and.. bewitching? I don't know if you get it, I'm bad at explaining things." you slightly pouted without realizing it.

"I understand everything you're saying y/n.”

The way your name rolled out of his tongue made you felt so many things at the same time. Your body warmed up at the way he looked at you.

Admiration perhaps?

You smiled before you felt someone poking your arm softly.

"y/n, do you eat your tangerine?" your brother asked.

“nope, take it." you gave it to him as he thanked you.

Everyone was done eating.

Excepted Jin.

“argh please can you eat faster?" Hoseok sighed impatiently.

"Let me enjoy my dessert dear colleague. Did I disturbed you when you were eating? no. So let me eat in peace." he took his spoon, dipping it into the chocolate fondant, making everyone laughed.

"how do you feel? is your head still spinning?" Yoongi whispered into your ear.

"no I feel much better. I was hungry." you laid your head on his shoulder as he unlocked his phone noticing that-

"guys, kook called me. I'll call him, I'll be back." he stoop up, walking outside the cafeteria leaving you alone with the boys.

You started feeling alone as you started playing with your fingers nervously.

“you don't have to be shy around us y/n, we're your friends now." Hoseok smiled warmly making you smile too.

"thank you." you said softly.

Taehyung couldn't stop but stare at you time to time.

Something about you interested him a lot. The way you talked about things you loved with so much passion stirred something inside of him.

You were someone really interesting.

He liked the way you talked, the way you smiled timidly, he also admired your relationship with your brother.

You were so respectful toward them, and on top of that you were just so pretty.

What he didn't know was that the little glances didn't go unnoticed by Jimin, making the boy smiled.

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[castlecult]

bro im desperate for any franks fics there hasn't been any new ones so can i pls request a male reader. His a single dad, he met frank and they hit it off well at some point frank met the readers child and they're just being domestic af-

I kinda just came with it on spot so it's shitty- just ignore if u dont wanna write it thankss:))

an : hello there !! sorry it took me so much to answer, but i was trying to chose frank’s look ( idk if that makes sense but like, between s1 or s2 lol ) but we’re finally here (: hope you’ll enjoy it <3

warnings : none, not proofread

word count : 1169

gifs here

“i was thinking you could come for dinner, maybe?” you casually asked, glancing at frank. he offered to come with you to the supermarket, you two were walking side by side. “tonight?” he turned to look at you.

“well, yeah? i mean, if you’re free,” you cleared your throat, looking for maxine’s favourite cereals. “that’s fine with me, but you’re sure?” he smirked, noticing you were getting nervous. “i just… max is good and smart, but sometimes she’s too much curious, i don’t want her to make you feel embarrassed or anything,” you shrugged, finally meeting his eyes.

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“dad, can you help me chose?” max rushed into the kitchen, showing you a pair of scrunchies. you turned towards her and you picked the blue one. “that matches your outfit more,” you smiled and then helped her with her hair.

“thank you!” she run out of the kitchen to go back into he room, so you finished setting the table. you wanted everything to be perfect, you even put on a shirt. “just breathe,” you whispered to yourself, closing your eyes for a second.

you heard the doorbell and were about to go and open the door when max rushed to open it before you. “i got it, daddy!” she said and opened the door, a bit taken aback when she found herself in front of frank’s tall figure. you were right behind her, taking a deep breath.

“hi, frank,” you smiled at him and put a hand on max’s shoulder. “maxine, this is frank… frank this is maxine,” you introduced them and nervously waited for max’s reaction.

“nice to meet you, maxine,” frank smiled at her, then glanced at you for a moment. “friends call me max,” she said, crossing her arms. “are you a friend from work?” she asked quickly. “not exactly,” frank chuckled.

you gently pushed max aside, so frank could walk inside. you closed the door and noticed max was quietly analysing frank appearance.

“i got a bottle of wine,” frank said, showing you the bottle in his hands. “oh, right… thank you,” you smiled and took it from him, walking towards the table.

they followed you and max kept glancing at frank, who tried to not make her notice he was aware of her staring at him.

“you guys can sit, i’ll be right back with the food,” you quickly entered the kitchen and filled the three plates with the pasta.

once you were sitting down, you started eating. frank cleared his throat, glancing at max who decided to sit right in front of him.

“how old are you?” your face quickly turned to max, she was waiting for frank to respond before continuing eating her food. “thirty seven,” he said and kept eating peacefully. “i’m seven,” she told him, confidently. “your dad said so,” frank chuckled, noticing max was a bit surprised. “he said things about me??” max turned to you and you nodded.

“yep, told me you’re a curious little girl and that you like to play guitar, is that true?” max nodded, resuming eating. she was probably trying to get an impression of frank.

“dad bought me one last christmas,” she smiled, more relaxed. “i play it too,” frank replied, max’s face lit up and started talking about guitar lessons and all.

you simply watched them, enjoying the interaction. you were glad max was getting along with frank, you were a bit worried about her finding it strange that he was invited out of nowhere and not really trusting him.

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“the food was amazing,” frank was helping you clean the dishes. “i was about to order the pizza, because i thought the pasta was bad,” you confessed, feeling your face heat up. “i doubt it,” frank smiled before kissing you, surprising you.

you kissed him back, trying not to wet his t-shirt with your hands. he playfully sucked on your lower lip before gently biting it, making you laugh.

“can we watch a movie now?” max’s voice startled you, you almost dropped a plate. you parted from frank, embarrassed, and met max’s face. she was standing there with one of her dvd in hand.

“baby, i don’t know if frank–” he interrupted you. “sure, i’d be happy to watch something with you,” he smiled at her. “yuppie!” she ran into the living room to get everything ready.

“now, castle… are you enjoying my daughter’s company more than mine?” you asked, faking offence. “maybe?” he laughed before kissing you again. “i’m so happy she accepted you, yeah? asking to watch a movie together is a great sign,” you confessed, before kissing frank’s face.

“i’m happy you wanted me to meet her,” he muttered and seeing him smile so much made your heart swell. you quickly finished the dishes, then reached the living room and sat on the couch to watch the movie together.

maxine was focused on the disney movie, you and frank got easily distracted by each other and he tried to play with your hair multiple times. max was sitting between you two so you couldn’t protest without disturbing her.

you gave in and after a while decided to take his hand into yours, sitting more comfortably to keep holding it for the rest of the movie.

near the movie’s ending, frank noticed max fell asleep against his side, while her legs were resting on your thighs.

“oh, i’m sorry,” you apologised and gently moved and took max into your arms. “about what?” frank chuckled lowly, watching you. “she fell asleep on you,” you whispered and started walking towards her room. “i go get her to bed,” you said.

frank decided to turn off the tv and put away the dvd, while waiting for you to come back.

“daddy,” max called before you could close her door. “yes?” you turned quickly, worried. “i like frank… can we invite him again tomorrow?” she asked with a sleepy face, her eyes half closed. “o-of course, baby. have a goodnight,” you smiled happily, you gave her one last glance and closed the door.

you reached frank and noticed he was waiting by the main door. you hugged him and hid your face against his chest. “god, i’m so glad,” you said, sighing deeply. “i’m frank,” he smirked and caressed your back slowly.

“i mean, i’m glad she likes you,” you met his eyes and smiled widely, noticing he was smiling too.

“she wants you to come again for dinner, so things were smoother than expected,” you explained and he nodded. “well, i already love her so i’ll happily come again,” he said and your heart probably exploded at his confession. “i love you,” you said before kissing him, circling his neck with your arms while frank put his hands on your hips, kissing you back.

an : reblogs & feedback are super appreciated <3 if you wanna share your thoughts about frank hit my inbox !!

[majormeilani]

What do you think the different ahit characters would like to eat?

hmmmmmmmm….

i'll have to think what each one would like. i don't know how many characters you wanted so i'll try for all LOL.

long list in bound!!!!!!

hat kid: we know she likes cookies but i think she would probably like pasta dishes a lot and meaty foods tho i feel she's open to eating most anything and has a big appetite lol

bow kid: she likes all sorts of food same as hat kid but she's a little more "picky" and probably likes to eat things that are more consistent in texture, like snack foods or pastries. i also think she likes ice cream a lot and her fav flavors are strawberry and mint

mustache girl: probably kinda likes "childish" food like chicken nuggets and macaroni, french fries, ect. tho she probably does like certain types of fish and had to learn to cook it for herself. tho i think her parents used to make shrimp scampi for her so she probably likes that but hasn't had it in a long time.

cooking cat: to me, since she's a chef, she'd probably like very fancy dishes, like filet mignon and halibut fish is probably her fav. tho she's open to trying new things when cooking to experiment. maybe likes fruit salad too!

mafia goons: they like any food that can be made in large quantities, like cooked meats, fish and different types of vegetables tho sadly they're not very good at preparing them most of the time.. they also are probably fond of bread.

mafia boss: of course i think he'd like Italian food and gets VERY upset if someone prepares it in an improper way. favorites being italian classics like pizza and spaghetti. probably a garlic bread stan though LOL 

dj grooves: he likes lobster, crab and shrimp but i also for some reason think he likes soft pretzels ? lol i also think he likes boba tea and blueberries

the conductor: he's kinda basic and likes simpler stuff like typical dinner foods of steak, mashed potatoes. for some reason i think he'd be a sucker for strawberry cheesecake i dunno.

moon penguins: they like all sorts of fish but also i like to think they're a bit different from irl penguins in that they're omnivores so they're quite fond of different types of fruit and often like smoothies and such. probably also like sushi and other foods with raw fish

express owls: they probably eat things similar to irl owls do except they like their foods well prepared prior to eating. not to say that they can't sometimes eat stuff raw but most prefer to have their food prepared in a dish. most of them also will eat vegetables and salads too. they also probably like foods they can eat on the go since they seem to be always working.

snatcher: i know canonically he likes bacon and breakfast foods so he probably also likes pancakes and fruit parfaits. probably even likes waffles and sausage to eat as well LOL. tho i've always taken him as someone who likes tea and sugar cookies too

dwellers: they were kids so their favorite foods were probably things that were very sugary LOL like candies and cereal. and snack foods like cookies, crackers and chips. probably also liked to eat sandwiches and soup foods too. and cake!

subcon minions: similar to the dwellers, probably. y'know picture anything that a kid would prefer to eat if they had the choice. probably some are a bit more on the health side and like some vegetables they can dip in ranch and stuff

queen vanessa: we know she liked cookies from her diary so that was probably one of her favorites. tho she probably enjoyed being spoiled with fancy meals and eating desserts and candies, probably ate bon bons when she could lol

nomads: they are shown to eat eggs so definitely any dishes that incorporate the eggs. though i think they like dishes that have rice and veggies and beans and all sorts of things. they love to share food with each other i think, very much a friendly group

twilight goats/goats: the goats i feel eat a lot of veggies like irl goats. they like corn and carrots a lot and will also eat eggs from the bird house. they will eat meat sometimes but not often ?

the empress: i feel like she likes rice with beef stew or sometimes curry. also likes dumplings a lot, her favorites being beef and pork ones. she also has a bit of a sweet tooth and enjoys a nice bit of pumpkin pie or carrot cake.

metro cats: given all the food stalls they have, it seems a lot of them like fast food and things that require little prep to make. they seem to be busy and on the go all the time so they probably want to eat things that are ready to go. also like canned meats and milk.

walrus captain: he likes a lot of ready made foods and take out foods, especially given the take out containers that surround him. he does like fish and squid as well clam chowder sometimes. tho he appreciates it when the seals make him food.

seal crew: they love fish of course but a lot of them also like shaved ice and ice cream. they like anything that's sweet and surprisingly love food with veggies too.

if i forgot anyone i'm sorry LOLLL i tried to remember at the very least the most important canon character but i can do lesser ones too…

[starsofmilos]

I wish (Adrian Chase x dead! reader)

Synopsis: Since your death Adrian isn’t the same, but he tries to be for your kid

So...this is kinda a part two to an old story or mine called Alone again. Click the link if you wanna read it first while I do like the first one I just got this idea I think would be really good to add hint..it’s more angst! Haha

Warnings: angst, sad Adrian, argument,cursing, mentions of violence, and a mental break down

“Adrian..Adrian wake up..” Adrian groaned turning over. “Come on it’s Scarlet’s birthday!” “Y/N she’s only one..She won’t even remember us celebrating her first birthday!” 

“I know! But it’s important to me besides that means it’s been a full year she’s been with us! Isn’t that right sweetie?” Adrian smiled peeking an eye open seeing you playing with Scarlet.

“Can you say dada?” You laughed as she babbled. 

“Come on we don’t how much longer we’ll have her this small and adorable. Soon she’ll be a teenager and then we’re gonna have to deal with the rebellion years. Let’s hope she ends up like you and just stays in our basement playing DND.” 

Adrian sat up glaring at you. “Not cool dude.” 

“You’re not cool if you don’t wanna celebrate our kids birthday with me.” 

“I never said that! I just didn’t wanna wake up early!” Adrian sat up kissing your cheek before kissing Scarlet’s head. 

“I’ll always wanna spend time with my favorite girls.” You smiled. Scarlet laughed seeing Adrian make a funny face. 

“DADA!” You gasped excitedly. 

“Holy shit!” 

“Her first word!!!” You cheered lifting her up. “It was me too!!” Adrian grabbed her lifting her above his head. 

“Damn I always knew you were her favorite!” Adrian smirked at you. 

“I told you I’d be. Chris owes me twenty bucks! He said she’d say mom first!” You sighed before laughing as Adrian pulled you to him holding you both close. 

“Want ice cream for breakfast?!” Scarlet nodded.

“No!” You took her from him. “We can’t give her ice cream for breakfast!” 

“Shit!” You both looked down hearing her. You glared at Adrian.

“Fuck Scar don’t say that!” 

“FUCK!” 

“NO!!!” You both screamed.

Adrian gasped awake seeing the ceiling. It was just a dream. A distant memory was more like it. He looked to the side seeing the empty bedside. 

“I know it’s her birthday..” He sighed getting out of bed getting dressed for the day. 

“What can I make?...” Adrian mumbled out looking through the fridge. He really needed to go grocery shopping. Maybe he could get Emilia to watch Scarlet while he went shopping and on patrol. 

“Dad!!” He smiled feeling a hug from behind. 

“Good morning!” He sang turning around seeing Scarlet hugging his waist. 

She giggled as he reached down yanking her into a proper hug. “I’m nine today!!” She laughed as he tossed her up. 

“You are!! Now what does the birthday girl want for breakfast?” She hummed as he set her down. 

“Cereal?” He sighed a bit in relief. He could do a bowl of cereal.

She hummed a small tune as Adrian grabbed the milk. “Thanks dad.” He smiled. 

“So what did the birthday girl wanna do today?” She smiled a bit. 

Scarlet wanted to go visit your grave. She didn’t tell Adrian, but sometimes when he was out on patrol and Chris watched her, she would sneak out to go see you. She’d tell you all about her stories from school and how Adrian was doing. 

“Um how about pizza and a movie tonight?” He nodded. 

“We could do that.” Adrian shot her a smile. “You sure you don’t want anything else?”

She shook her head. Scarlet knew her father loved her. She didn’t want to stress him out more than he probably already was. 

“I just want to spend time with you.” 

Adrian grinned. “Okay go get ready for school.” She nodded finishing her cereal before running to her room. Adrian quickly brushed her hair before getting in the car. He played her favorite songs. “What time do you get out today?” 

On some days they let her out early. “I get out at 2 today.” She gave him a quick hug. 

“Love you dad!” 

“Love you too!” Adrian drove off after making sure she went inside. He drove straight to work. 

Scarlet sighed after seeing her dad drive off. He always stood until she went inside. She got out at 12 today. It was a Friday. She was in fourth grade.

The teachers wanted to give the parents time with their kids. She had informed her teacher she was walking home today.

She planned on visiting your grave then making it back to the school by two.

Track practice ended so Adrian wouldn’t question the lack of cars. Scarlet got your brain. That was for sure.

The second the bell rang she was out the door. First wanting to make sure her dad wasn’t there she looked around before beginning her walk to the graveyard.

She smiled seeing your grave. “Hey mom!!” She sat down excitedly. 

“Look I got a sash today! Mrs. Harriet said it was for my birthday. I’m nine today haha!...I miss you..I know we never got much time together..but I do miss you..I know dad misses you he says I look just like you.” She smiled. 

“Oh where are my manners!” She pulled her water bottle and a small rag out from her bag. 

“I gotta clean you up! I haven’t been by in a while sorry mom. Dad was home most of this week. Well you know..” She wet the rag beginning to clean your grave. 

“I forgot to bring you a flower, but I do have this crown I got from school! Would you be alright with that?...I’m gonna take that as a yes!” She laid it gently on your grave before laying down. 

“Man am I beat mom...” She felt a gentle breeze on her face smiling. “Thanks mom..” Slowly her eyes drifted as she fell asleep on your grave.

Adrian drove to the school expecting Scarlet to be outside the school. He looked around in confusion seeing her nowhere.

After ten minutes, he began to grow anxious deciding to go inside the school. “Mrs.Harriet?” He knocked on her class door. 

“Oh Mr.Chase hello! To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“Hi have you seen Scarlet?” She tilted her head confused. 

“What do you mean? She said you were having her walk home today.” Adrian looked at her in slight shock. 

“I’ve never had her walk home before...” 

She shook her head. “No this would be her fifth time walking home alone. The kids got out today at 12..” Adrian’s eyes widened. 

“Do you know if she left with anyone?!” 

“No this is her fifth time walking though-” Adrian didn’t give her a chance to finish running out of the school. 

He immediately called Chris. “Hey dude-” 

“Is Scarlet with you?!” 

“No? I picked up the pizza though like you asked-” 

“She’s not at school! She told me two!! Turns out she got out at twelve!! Why would she lie to me?! They said this isn’t the first time she’s wandered off on her own!!” Adrian cried out worriedly. 

“Start looking for her! See if she really went home! I’m gonna drive around!” Chris nodded. 

“Yeah I’ll call everyone else to help look for her too!” Adrian drove around looking everywhere soon it was three thirty and Scarlet had yet to be found. 

“FUCK!” Adrian kicked the trashcan. 

“Dude we’re gonna find her!” 

“Why the fuck would she lie?!” He gripped his hair as he paced the floor nervously. “I can’t lose her too.” His voice cracked as he sat down tapping his foot.

Scarlet woke up gasping as she grabbed her watch from her bag. It was five minutes from four. “Shit! Sorry mom!” She turned to your grave. “Didn’t mean to cuss! But crap! Dad’s gonna kill me!!” She got up starting her run home. 

Emilia sighed driving around with John. “Where the hell is she!” She hit the dash angrily. “Don’t worry I’m sure she’s fine..” She nodded. 

“I hope so..Adrian has lost enough..” John sighed nodding. 

“I know he’s out there right now as Vigilante looking for her...” Emilia nodded before seeing a small figure running. 

“There!” 

“What?” 

“There!!” She pointed at Scarlet. John stomped on the break putting the car in park as Emilia ran out. 

“Scarlet!” She called out to her running. Scarlet jumped turning around seeing Emilia glaring at her as she approached her. 

“Hey aunt Em...” Emilia sighed handing hauling Scarlet into a tight hug. 

“Where the hell have you been!? Do you have any idea how much you fucking worried us!?” Scarlet sighed.

“I was visiting my mom...I fell asleep..” Emilia sighed. 

“Come on.” John sighed in relief. 

“Hey kiddo..” She smiled a bit waving at him. 

“I’ll call Adrian.” He sighed grabbing his phone. 

Scarlet shrank in her seat a bit. Adrian was not gonna be happy.

Once she walked in, Adrian immediately scooped her up. “Oh my god I was so fucking worried..” He cried a bit gripping her tightly. Adrian pulled her back to stare at her before pulling her into a hug again. 

“Where the fuck were you?” She sighed. 

“I was visiting mom..” Adrian pulled her back. 

“What?” Scarlet took a step away from him as Adrian 

“I like to visit mom sometimes..I usually go when I can-” 

“So you sneak away?” She gulped looking away. “I usually go at night when you’re at patrol..” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Uncle Chris falls asleep at one so I wait and then take off.” Adrian turned towards Chris before crossing his arms. 

“You are in so much trouble.” 

“Sometimes I tell you I’m getting out at different times so I can go see her then too.” 

“Scarlet..why would you lie?” 

“You get really sad when I talk or ask about her and I don’t wanna make you sad-” 

“So lying to me and sneaking away was a better option for you?” 

She sighed. “Yes.” Adrian took a deep breath. 

“Go to your room.” 

“But-” 

“No buts young lady we will talk about this later not right now.”

“No you always do this! Whenever I mention mom you change the subject! I don’t even know how she died!” 

“I said we’ll talk later. I need to send your aunts and uncles off.” 

“No! I wanna know! Maybe then we could visit her together-” 

“You really think after the shit you pulled I’m letting you go out? No you’re grounded and I’m not going on patrol because it seems I need to be home so you don’t sneak away.”

“This isn’t fair!” 

“Yes it is!” Emilia sighed. “Chase-” 

“Not now Harcourt. She needs to realize what she did was wrong. She lied and snuck away when I wasn’t here. She thinks what she did was okay! It is not! Now I am not telling you again. Go to your room. There will be no celebrating your birthday today-” 

“Dad!” 

“No go!” He pointed to her room. 

Scarlet groaned stomping her foot before going to her room. She stopped for a small moment. She was angry and upset.

Anger makes a person blind, so she couldn’t see how hurt Adrian really was. If she did, she wouldn’t have said her next words.

“You know what?!” Adrian turned towards her. 

“I wish it was you who fucking died instead of mom!! She would’ve understood where I was coming from!! She was a way better parent than you fucking are!!” 

Adrian felt dread fill his body. He stood silent feeling tears run down his face. 

“Scarlet!” Adebayo yelled out. “You do not disrespect your father like that-” 

“No I wish he wasn’t here and mom was!!” She screeched out.

“I wish that too!!” Scarlet’s breath hitched hearing Adrian. 

“I fucking wish every fucking day that it was me who had died instead of your mom! You have no idea how much I fucking wished I fucking died! I know she was the better parent!! I know she fucking was! I miss her every fucking day! It’s my fault she’s gone!! If I could go back in time and made sure I died instead of her! I fucking would! Because you are right Scarlet! I don’t know how to do most of any of this without her!! She would be such a better parent than me!” Adrian roared out. 

He panted out as Scarlet stood there in shock. Adrian looked away seeing tears in her eyes.

Why did she have to look so much like you?

He sobbed for a bit before walking away. “Adrian-” Emilia reached out for him. He didn’t stop and walked off. 

“Dad...” Scarlet weakly called out as he went to his room locking himself away. 

Adrian heaved and gasped for air as he sat on the floor crying. He began punching his chest trying to calm himself down.

Scarlet stood frozen in her spot. Chris went knocking on Adrian’s door concerned. “Dude?” 

“Go the fuck away!” Adrian screamed out throwing a nearby shoe at the door. 

“Fuck..” Adrian cursed. He shut his eyes when his eyes met the picture of you he kept by his dresser. 

“I’m sorry..” He began muttering. “i’m so sorry..” 

“Promise me you’ll protect our baby..”

He let you down. “Y/N I’m so fucking sorry..” He gripped his hair rocking back and forth. 

Scarlet moved when Emilia grabbed her shoulder. “Sweetie are you okay?”

She began to cry shrugging Emilia’s hand off of her. 

“No.” She walked off to her room ignoring everyone’s calls.

John sighed. “I think we should go.” 

“No we can’t just leave them like this.”Adebayo called out. Chris sighed. 

“I can stick around. You guys get going.” Adebayo gave him a shock look.

“Really you?” 

“I’m not always an asshole and Adrian does consider me his best friend. Trust me I’ll get them to talk.” Emilia sighed. 

‘If you fuck this up-” 

“I won’t now go!” They all sighed before taking off. Chris stood up walking to Scarlet’s room. 

“Hey kiddo.” She looked away wiping his face. 

“What do you want Uncle Chris?..” 

“Little lady you need to calm it with your attitude you’re nine not sixteen.” She sighed as he sat on her bed next to her. 

“I like what you’ve done with your room. It’s very you..” Her walls were teal with dragon posters all over the wall. 

“Thanks..Dad helped me decorate it a while back..” Chris hummed.

“Look I’m not gonna lie dude that was..rough. But you need to understand something your dad loves your mom.” 

“I know he does-” 

“No you don’t. Your dad was literally obsessed with her. Before her, me and him use to go cruising for babes-” Chris stopped seeing her raise an eyebrow.

“Not important, but when he met her I don’t think he ever saw anyone else the same. He didn’t know it was possible to care so much for one person, well then you came along and he felt the same thing but even more.” He sighed seeing her look down.

“You are the best thing in your parents lives. You see I didn’t have the best childhood and neither did your mom, but she made your dad promise that he would take care of you. No matter what. Your dad wanting your mom to be happy promised.”

“What happened to her?” Chris sighed. She had a right to know and maybe once she knew she could understand Adrian a bit more..

“When you were two years old, a bad man came here to find your dad..Your dad and you had gone out for ice cream and paid me a visit.” She looked at him with wide eyes.

“Your mom was so strong in so many ways, but not physically. She didn’t make it.” 

“She was killed?..” Chris nodded pulling her into a hug. 

“Yeah your dad had to hear it...He raced over here wanting to save her but he didn’t make it in time..” 

Scarlet began to cry. “He doesn’t like to talk about her because he remembers what she sounded like when she died and he didn’t want you with that burden or image of her.” She ran off her bed running to Adrian’s room. 

Adrian sat on the floor with a small blank stare. He could practically hear you telling him to get up and go check on her and apologize for yelling. Scarlet didn’t deserve to be yelled at. Not by him especially since what she said was right. 

“Dad!!” He looked up hearing Scarlet bang on his door. “I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean it!!” She hiccuped. Adrian stood up unlocking the door. 

“Scar-” She jumped hugging his waist tightly. 

“I’m sorry for lying and sneaking around! I’m sorry for what I said! It wasn’t true!! I’m so sorry!!” She cried out gasping a bit. Adrian sighed picking her up.

She sobbed into his shoulder grasping him tightly. “I’m so sorry!!” He shushed her softly. 

“It’s okay-” 

“No it’s not! You were right! I should’ve told you the truth!! I’m so sorry!!” Chris smiled down the hall as Adrian comforted her. 

“It’s okay Scarlet you were right-” 

“No I wasn’t!! I don’t wish you were dead!! I love you dad!! I’m sorry..” He gripped her tightly as she gasped for breath. 

“Mom’s death wasn’t your fault!! I shouldn’t have said I wish you were gone! I wish you both were here!! I miss her so much! But I don’t wish you were gone!! You’re the best dad!! I promise!!” Adrian pulled her back shushing her again. 

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” 

“No you should have-” 

“No Scarlet. Just because what you said was wrong doesn’t mean I had any right to yell at you like I did..I’m sorry too.” He grew teary eyed again hugging her. 

“I’m sorry too...” She nodded hiccuping a bit. Chris walked to them patting their backs before taking off.

Adrian took her to bed before sighing as she cried gripping him tighter. “I’m sorry dad..” 

“It’s okay..Do you wanna come to bed with me?” She nodded. 

“Please..” He nodded. He laid her down before going to lay down with her. 

“Okay kiddo let’s get some rest. We’ll celebrate your birthday tomorrow yeah?” She nodded. 

“Dad..can we go visit mom?” Adrian smiled nodding. 

“I’d really like that..” Scarlet smiled falling asleep as Adrian looked at her. 

They both wanted nothing more than you here with them. Adrian wished more than ever that you were here.

He knew not a day would go by that he didn’t wish it. Neither of them had any idea just how much you wished to be with them too.

[rphelperblog]

Brooklyn 99 Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @nctafraid​

“Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. No doubt, no doubt, no doubt.”

“Love, it sustains you. It’s like oatmeal.”

“You’re under arrest for ruining something perfect!”

“Every time you talk, I hear that sound that plays when Pac-Man dies.”

“A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell.”

“Two steps forward and one step back is still one step forward.”

“Every time someone steps up and says who they are, the world becomes a better, more interesting place.”

“All men are at least 30% attracted to me. My mother cried the day I was born because she knew she would never be better than me.”

“My Snitches are the best. The key is to always send them handwritten thank-you notes.”

“How did you manage to step on both of my feet at the same time?”

“You can't handle the me!”

Never took off the Speedo. Big mistake. It is inside me!”

“Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.”

I don't know! I didn't want to make the name too sexual and I panicked!”

That means nothing to me. I don't see those movies, I'm too pretty.”

“Well done, detectives. That is if you were trying to disappoint me.”

“What is the bandwidth on the Wi-Fi here? We have much content to stream.”

“We’ve busted murderers; we’ve taken down cartels. But today we face the worst New York has to offer: the fire department.”

“Aw, man. All the orange soda spilled out of my cereal.” 

“Captain, hey! Welcome to the murder.”

“I ate one string bean. It tasted like fish vomit. That was it for me.” 

“You don’t care who you piss off, do you?”

“Do not trust any child that chews bubble gum-flavored bubble gum. Do not trust any adult that chews gum at all. Never vacation in Banff.

“Actually, that’s exactly your place to say. You are my assistant. What, precisely, did you think your job was?

“Let’s not overlook the fact that he turned his crime scenes into tea parties for dollies.”

“If I die, turn my tweets into a book.” 

“This man is a Timberlake and you need to stop treating him like a Fatone.” 

“You should make me your campaign manager. I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.”

“You think you can just bully people, but you can’t. It’s not OK. I’m the bully around here. Ask anyone.”

“The only thing I’m not good at is modesty, because I’m great at it.”

“A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You’re describing hell.”

“We can go to my apartment. No one knows where I live.”

“Great, I’d like your $8-est bottle of wine, please.”

“Fine, but in protest, I’m walking over there extremely slowly!”

“I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood's supposed to be.”

“Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.”

turn your greatest weakness into your greatest strength. Like Paris Hilton.”

It'll be the perfect opportunity to update my rankings. Can we stop at home for a pizza bib?

I think you mean 'Checkmate.' You really need to learn how to play chess.”

“I appealed to their sense of teamwork and camaraderie with a rousing speech that would put Shakespeare to shame.”

“I just negotiated my baby girls down from a pony to a hamster. Little fools.”

“I don't know what's gonna happen on this assignment, and if something bad goes down, I think I'd be pissed at myself if I didn't say this. I kinda wish something could happen, between us, romantic styles.”

“The English language cannot fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts, so I’m incorporating emojis into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.”

Move over! Okay. And if I may do a third toast, it’ll be focused primarily on the mango yogurt.”

“I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.”

with all due respect, I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said.”

[violetnotez]

Random HC I have of the JJK characters

Yuuji

Pours the cereal in AFTER the milk

Kinda has a wierd love hate relationship with Titanic (poor baby was devastated when Jack died)

Dude likes sleeping butt ass naked

LIKE NAKEDDDD

If there’s a fire in the middle of the night he is screwed affff

Had the biggest crush on Hinata from Naruto as a kid

Alssooooo Starfire from Teen Titans

dyed his hair pink as a joke thinking it would wash out

IT DIDNT WASH OUT

Likes pineapple on pizza

Megumi

Chugs Yakult at odd ass hours of the morning

Violently kicks in his sleep and doesn’t even know it

Has a pretty singing voice but will never ever EVER let anyone hear it

Has a secret obsession for Tokyo Ghoul

Has a death fear of clowns

Finds Yuuji fucking disgusting for liking pineapple on pizza

Gojo

Has 2 drawers full of the same pairs of glasses

Type of guy to not show up to work and be found in a random ass movie theater chilling as if it’s normal

Would eat shredded cheese out of the bag at 2am

Can never find a bed his size so he has to take out the frame at the end if it has one and place like a love seat in form of his bed so he has just enough leg room

Once tried to learn piano to pick up girls and got bored in the first week

Has a wierd thing when he eats food he doesn’t like to continue to eat the food as he complains on how shitty it is

Got into Hamilton and was sooooo into it

Follows a CRAP ton of cosplay girls on Insta

Has so many anime waifus Istg 💀😂

Inumaki 

Can actually tolerate the taste of orange juice after brushing his teeth

When he stubs his toe, he doesn’t yell, but just stomps around angrily

Has never said the word “shit”

And I think we all know why 👀💀

Nobara 

Wore braces as a kid and is permanently angry from that life experience

Loathes the idea of wearing a frilly gown

A beautiful bi

Looooooooves cheezits

Dream vacay is going to London one day

Hates Disney movies

Thinks Harry Potter is dumb but secretly is obsessed with it

Also finds Yūji fucking disgusting for liking pineapple on pizza

Maki 

Gets compared to Hanje from AOT ALOT

Didn’t know who tf that was until she watched the show

Now she’s a whole AOT fan and loves Hanje with all her heart

Secretly likes Star Wars

Lowkey a tomboy too

Was the kid who could beat up someone twice her size and not even bat an eye

Somehow owns only one pair of glasses and just takes superrr good care of them

Miwa

Is a total Disney nerd

also has a wierd ass obsession for My Little Pony she never grew out of

definitelllyyyyy owns a crap ton of plushies she really isnt proud of

whenever someone compliments her hair she turns into a red blushing mess and mumbles for like a straight hour

Sukuna

Gives himself fangs once and a while for the ✨aesthetic✨

Once when Yuuji ate a hamburger he wouldn’t shut up about it

This bitch loooooooves hamburgers

Medium Rare tho cause he’s boujee

Hates allllll of Yuuji’s music

But loves all the emo punk bands

OHOHOOH Corpse Husband is such a vibe for him

Could listen to Corpse Husband for the rest of his sad sadistic curse life

Will scream in Yuuji’s head at like 3am just to fuck with him

Secretly obsessed with ASMR, cause once Yuuji watched a video as a joke and he got ✨tingles✨

Sukuna was like WTF WAS THAT.

DO IT AGAIN.

so now he gets super excited whenever Yuuji watches an ASMR video 💀

Like Gojo, makes Yuuji follow a shit ton of cosplay girls on Instagram

Freaking weirdo

[platypanthewriter]

Pillow

Harringrove April prompt 28, Pillow.  Billy fixes some things, for Max. (It’s another short one omg guys praise me)

Billy got home a little drunk, spreading his hands occasionally when his boots hit nothing, stumbling on the sidewalk.  He thought—maybe—he could crawl in through his window, his dad would be asleep—but the closer he walked, the higher up it got, and he stopped, squinting.  

Better sleep in the car, he decided, fumbling the keys out of his pocket, and he walked over to the curb, only to see the back seat lit up with a flashlight already, the light flashing off the dash and the rearview mirror.  He stalked over like a jungle cat only to see Max curled up with her walkie-talkie, the flashlight hanging in her hand, lighting up wet tears on her cheeks.

It took like ten flicks of his lighter to light his cigarette, and he wondered if he was drunker than he thought, leaning against the car, listening to her on the walkie-talkie through the open windows of his Camaro.  

“I was gonna say something,” she said shakily.  “I can’t—I can’t take him anymore, and she—my mom knew, she grabbed my shoulder, just trembling, you know?  She knows if I fight him he’ll hurt me, or her, I can’t—”

She took a long, shuddery breath, and she must have clicked the button, because then it was a boy’s voice.  “Don’t make him mad—”

“You don’t know what it’s like living with somebody like Neil,” she said, flatly.  “You don’t know, okay, don’t tell me—” she cleared her throat, and then clicked it again, and the boy came on.

“—don’t know, I don’t, but don’t let him hurt you—”

“There’s nothing I can do to stop him,” she said, dryly.  “He keeps saying he’d never hit us, you know?  He tells me this.  He pushes me up against the wall, he says ‘I’d never hit you or your mom,’ and you know what I hear?”

“...what?” came the other voice, a whisper.

“I hear he can’t hardly stop thinking about it,” said Max, laughing like she was trying not to cry, and Billy stared up at the skies, smoking his cigarette, listening to her try to sleep, curled in the tiny back of his Camaro, her head against the molded vinyl instead of a pillow.

He watched the stars, thinking. 

 When he figured it was light enough the next morning, he pushed himself to his feet, shoving himself upright against the car door and staggering a little.  He winced as he stretched, feeling like he was a hundred and ten.  He walked around and dropped into the driver’s seat, listening to Max’s muffled yell with satisfaction.

“Billy,” she whispered, scrambling to the other side of the car.

“How bad you wanna get out of here,” he asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror as he tapped his pack of cigarettes, frowned into it, and lit the last one.  “You okay with shit like dishes?  Laundry?”

“...I can do my own laundry,” she whispered warily, glaring at him.  

“You gonna pick up your own shit?” he asked her, raising his eyebrows.

“...won’t pick up yours,” she shot back, and he couldn’t help grinning, a little.  

 He skipped school and visited a realtor that day.  He had to hit the bank and show her the money he’d been saving for a deposit on an apartment in southern California, but she let him in a few places, and two days later, he hauled Max in the car after school even though she was trying to go to the arcade.  He grabbed her friends for good measure.  “Come on, you little titsuckers, we’re moving out,” he told them, and one of them called Harrington to come and help, with his bigger car.

He mostly ignored Billy—he talked Susan down, though, when Billy and Max stomped in and announced they were blowing this shithole, and she started to cry—and he grabbed Billy’s stereo from the kids, and he was careful.  

It was perfectly obvious the big shit wasn’t gonna fit in either of their cars, and Billy was packing boxes of Max’s clothes in Steve Harrington’s car when Steve told the kids to haul the furniture out, too.

“We can’t fit that,” Billy told him.  “He’ll be home in a couple hours, we can’t fit it anyway—”

Steve glanced at him, but told them to haul everything out, and of course they listened to Harrington, instead of leaving Billy’s bed where it was.  Steve snapped under Billy’s nose and pointed to the passenger seat, and Billy got in, because Steve was right about one thing only, and that was that his Camaro trunk was the size of a small cat, and he’d waste more gas than he’d manage to haul belongings.

Halfway through town, he stopped, and even though it was nowhere near Neil’s office, it wasn’t where Billy told him to go, and his heart nearly stopped with the engine.  But all Steve did was hand him the keys, his eyes tired, and climb out.

“Don’t crash my car,” he said, as Billy stared at him.  “...go unload,” he added, when Billy glared at the keys, still bewildered, and then he walked off, and Billy decided to take advantage of some good luck for once, and take Harrington up on his offer.  He drove over and got the car unloaded—and rethought the number of stairs he’d accepted—and then drove back to find the kids and Harrington loading up a U-Haul truck.  Billy stopped his borrowed car right in the road, staring again, until some asshole honked, and then pulled up and parked, trying to figure out what was going on.  

“We’ve got nearly everything,” Harrington told him.  “Check around and see what we missed.”

Billy nodded, wandering into the house to find his room stripped, and Susan crying.  “I went to the bank,” she said, sniffling, and held out a wad of cash.  “You tell me if you need anything,” she sobbed, “—you—you tell me,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, grabbing his hands, and pressing them around what looked like a roll of hundred dollar bills.

“I will find a place soon,” she said, setting her jaw.  “Keep yourselves safe until then?”

“...what,” Billy said, and she bit her lips together, swallowing hard.  

“...stay safe, both of you,” she said.  “Billy, I pulled out the records I know you like, they’re in a crate on the table.”

He stared at the money in his hands, and she pushed the crate into his arms, and maneuvered him out the door.

 When they got most of the furniture up the stairs of Billy and Max’s place, the kids were horrified there was only one bedroom, and Billy just shoved Max’s bed into it, and waved them and their boxes inside.

“No, it’s fine,” Max breathed, unsteadily, as Will—kids kept showing up, and Billy honestly wasn’t sure whether one was giving him a different name every time, or whether he was the same kid—offered to paint designs on her walls.  “It’s—it’s good, it’s amazing.”

The one she’d talked to the night she’d decided wedging herself in the back seat of his car was a more relaxing night than any with Neil was there, and Billy remembered trying to kick his ass, and tried to grab all the heavier boxes from him, and the kid watched him, as tiredly as Billy felt.  

Once they were basically moved in—with no food, or cleaning supplies, but moved, anyway—Harrington ordered everyone pizza from the payphone on the corner, and left to return the U-Haul, and Billy watched him go, wondering how the hell his life would balance that all out.  Maybe he’d get flattened in a freak accident.  Maybe somebody would drop a cow on him from a plane.

Harrington returned and brought food—milk, apples, sandwich stuff, cereal, and TV dinners he stuck in the avocado-colored fridge that looked older than Max—and Billy tried to give him the money Susan had given him, but Harrington shoved it back, rolling his eyes.  “Didn’t do this for you, Hargrove,” he said, wrinkling his nose, and then frowning over at Max.  “...but this is a...good thing, you’re doing.  Lemme know if I can help.”

Billy wished furiously, his eyes burning for a long second, that anyone would have helped if he’d been alone, and then rubbed his face.  He took a slow breath.  “Yeah,” he said, smirking.  “I know it’s not for me.”

“No, I didn’t—that’s not quite—” Steve said, groaning.  “I didn’t know you...were the kinda person who’d wanna help Max.  I...thought you were...not like that.  I wanna help the kind of brother who’d do all this.”

“...she’s not my sister,” Billy said, out of habit, watching Max laugh at everything her friends said, out of sheer relief.  A girl had shown up, and Max was half collapsed on her, giggling, with tears rolling down her pink cheeks.

“Even more so, then,” Harrington said.  “You’re trying to do the right thing.  I’m...I’m glad to help.  I don’t need your money.”

Billy nodded, his eyes burning again, and he blinked rapidly, sniffling hard, and rubbing his nose.  

 Everybody stuck around until Billy chased them out, and then it was Max, Billy, and Steve Harrington, who’d done so much Billy didn’t dare tell him to go home.  Max curled up on the couch, mumbling sleepily after a day of hauling furniture up stairs, and Billy dug around in her boxes until he found the bedding.  Steve came in and helped him make the bed, and then went out and walked Max in, muttering angrily until she flopped across the bed with a groan of delight.

“...she was sleeping in the back of my Camaro,” Billy told Steve, watching her lazily kick one shoe in the air as she hugged an armful of comforter.  “Head wedged up against the vinyl, to get herself far as possible from...Neil.”  Steve nodded, glancing over, and Billy laughed, scrabbling at his hair, and looking around at the boxes to be unpacked, and the shit piled everywhere.  “...now she has a pillow, at least,” he whispered, forcing a laugh.  

Steve reached over and squeezed his shoulder.  “Let’s find yours,” he said, frowning around, and rolling up his sleeves.

[pecanplease]

Heard we were talking about Johnson and the Haus Ghosts tonight. I wrote this in January and I'm not completely happy with it but I'm not gonna edit it anymore

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It got lonely sometimes, being a ghost. They've had the constant flow of hockey boys ever since the team took over their old sorority house, but beyond that, all they had was each other. Truth be told, there was nobody that Jenny would rather be stuck with than Mandy and Mandy had said the same to her, but eternity is a long time. Jenny loved going to the parties, "kegsters", they called them. They were busy and boozy and the music was so loud it shook the house and she could almost feel it. Nobody could see them of course, but it was the illusion of life, and most days that was enough. Messing with the team was a good pass-time, watching whatever crappy movies they decided to put on, listening to their conversations, getting the gossip even if they had only each other to spread it to. It was enough.

Then, in 2010, there was a new class of freshmen hanging around, it should have same as every other year, but this time was different. It was after the first practice and a bunch of guys came back to the haus afterwards for pizza. Jenny agreed to keep an eye on them while Mandy tried to rifle through the captain's desk upstairs. She noticed that one frog was lingering near the back, looking around the hallway as the rest of the group clamored into the kitchen. He observed the décor: stained walls, solo cups littering the floor, a random two-by-four leaning by doorway. Suddenly, his gaze stopped. Stopped on Jenny. She checked behind her to see what he was looking at, seeing nothing she turned back to the man, he was holding eye contact. He smiled, giving a half-wave before joining the rest of the boys. She could have sworn she heard him chuckle as she shouted for Mandy upstairs.

His name was Johnson and he could see them. He always smiled when they crossed paths but did not push further contact. Until one day, in spring semester, with the rest of the boys passed out in the living room after a movie night, Johnson sat in the kitchen eating cereal. Jenny and Mandy ventured in, it was the first time they had caught him alone.

Johnson spoke first, "Hi, I'm John."

"Jenny and Mandy," Jenny replied.

"You guys are ghosts, huh?" Johnson didn't seem the least bit hesitant in his question.

Mandy tilted her head, "How can you see us?"

"I can see a lot of things that most people can't," Johnson shrugged. "My guess is it's because you guys are part of the canon."

Jenny had no idea what that meant but she didn't even care because he could see them. Mandy's brow furrowed further.

Noticing their confusion, Johnson changed tactics. "Must be a goalie thing."

Jenny and Mandy might not know much about hockey but they've been around players for long enough to know that it was an acceptable explanation.

"Do you live here?" Johnson asked after a moment.

The girls giggled in response.

"Like technically we don't 'live' anywhere," Mandy joked.

"But yes, we live here," Jenny conceeded.

Johnson took it in stride, "Cool, I kinda figured."

There was another silence before Johnson spoke again.

"I can make some movie requests for you if you want."

It wasn't much, but it was enough.

[mycomfortblanket]

‘Cute Guy From Bar’

“I have no idea where I am and your name was ‘Cute Guy From Bar’ in my phone and I just moved here so you’re the only one I thought to call and wow drunk me was right you are kinda cute” - @theboywhocriedlupin

Toph takes another sip of her drink as she scrolls through her contacts, bored out of her mind. She had left her apartment in search of something to do since most of her stuff was still packed up in boxes and the thought of starting to unpack made her head hurt.

She had found herself at a bar a few blocks away, hoping to find someone to talk to but for a Friday night, the bar was surprisingly empty.

She comes across a name in her phone: Cute Guy From Bar. She has absolutely no idea who the “Cute Guy” was nor did she remember what he looked like. Clicking on his number, she sees that the area code is from a this city, so maybe he knew the area.

Toph locks her phone and sets it down in front of her. She throws back the remainder of her drink and flags down the bartender for another drink. When he sets the drink down, he knocks the glass against her phone which lights up again and catches her eye.

Chewing on her lip for a moment, Toph picks up the phone again and unlocks it. Staring at his contact for only a moment. She clicks the call button and brings the phone up to her ear.

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Aang was slumped on his couch eating a bowl of Captain Crunch and was 2 hours into a binge fest of The Walking Dead when his phone began to vibrate beside him.

Not taking his eyes off the tv, he fumbles for the phone beside him and clicks the ‘Answer’ button and brings it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he says through a mouthful of Captain Crunch.

“Hey,” a semi-familiar voice says.

Aang wrinkles his brow for a moment. He pulls the phone away from his ear and sees that its a random number, not something he has logged into his phone.

Swallowing his food, he asks, “Uh, who is this?”

“It’s Toph.”

Toph? The name sounds familiar, but he can’t exactly place where he knows the name from.

“Uh, hi Toph.”

“What are you doing?” she asks conversationally, as if they are good friends.

Still slightly confused he replies, “I’m rewatching The Walking Dead.”

“Oh, I love that show. What episode are you on?” she asks. Aang can hear something in the background, music maybe? It’s just barely loud enough that when she stops speaking, he can almost make out the lyrics.

“I’m on the one where Rick kills Shane. Not to be rude or anything, but do I know you?”

“I don’t know. I’m at a bar and was scrolling through the contacts of my phone trying to find someone to talk to, and I found your number in there labeled ‘Cute Guy From Bar’. So I’m assuming we’ve met before?”

A smile comes onto his lips. That’s right, he remembers now. Toph. She had been at the hole in the wall bar by herself that was down the street from his apartment. Well, she said that she had come with another girl, but she had apparently ditched her for some guy she had met.

When they met, Toph was drunk, but still able to hold a conversation. She had repeatedly hit on Aang when he sat down next to her which was the only available seat at the bar. They had spent a few hours talking to each other before she decided she was tired and wanted to head home.

He had insisted on walking her home even though she refused several times saying that she could take care of herself and that she didn’t need a bodyguard.

“I’m not walking you home because I have to. I’m walking you home because I want to keep talking to you,” he had said when she had finally quieted down. It had shut her up for a moment while she gathered her coat and paid her tab.

Once she was ready, she made eye contact with him and nodded her head towards the exit and together they walked outside. They walked for a few moments in silence before he broke the awkwardness by starting a new topic of conversation.

It was so easy to talk to her that he barely noticed the chilly wind and the walk to her apartment only seemed like a few minutes.

When they got to her stoop, he walked her up two steps before he stopped and turned towards her, “I really enjoyed hanging out with you.”

“You don’t want to come inside?” she asked.

As much as he wanted to, he didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was drunk. “No, not tonight. But, I’ll give you my number and you can call me.”

She had smiled and taken down his number. She had written his name as “Cute Guy From Bar” instead of Aang because it would ‘make it easier for her to remember him'. Obviously that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, yeah. I remember now. My name is Aang, we met at some hole in the wall bar last week. I had walked you home. You took down my number and insisted on writing my name as “Cute Guy From Bar” because you claimed it would be easier to remember.” Aang said.

“Hmph. I vaguely remember that happening,” Toph says, a small laugh coming from her.

“So, what are you doing at the bar?”

“Haha, well, I’m avoiding responsibilities. I still haven’t unpacked my stuff even though I moved in a month ago and the sight of the boxes was stressing me out.”

Aang sets down his bowl of cereal, “Are you there by yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Aang frowns at this, “Do you want me to come pick you up? I can drop you off at your place.”

“Hell no. I don’t want to go back to that place and be stared down by those boxes.”

He only hesitates for a second before asking, “Well, do you want to come over here? We can watch The Walking Dead. I have Captain Crunch, too.”

“That sounds like a fucking awesome idea,” she says and he swears he can hear the smile in her voice.

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Toph had gotten off the phone with ‘Aang’, and it occurred to her that when she was drunk, her standards did lower quite a bit. So if she wrote ‘Cute Guy From Bar’, it honestly could be anybody. But, he did have a nice voice, smooth and deep. He could definitely read a story to her to lull her to sleep if he wanted. So, maybe that counted for something.

She paid her tab and looked up at the tv in front of her, tapping her fingers on the bar. She was so invested in the rerun of ‘New Girl’ that she didn’t even hear the bell above the door ring or whenever a guy sat down next to her.

She only gave notice when he bumped her shoulder slightly in a friendly manner. She rips her eyes from the tv and looks over at the person who just bumped shoulders with her and her breath is instantly stolen.

The first thing she noticed about him is his eyes. His grey irises reflected the neon signs above them, giving them a little extra color, but are overall stunning. She takes in his bald head, which strangely fits him, something she didn’t think was ever attractive but seemed incredibly hot on him. He’s wearing a muted green hoodie and his arms are propped up on the bar next to hers, their elbows almost touching.

God, drunk her was wrong. He isn’t cute, he is fucking hot.

“Aang,” is all she can manage.

He laughs through his nose and nods slightly, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Yes. Uh, yeah, let’s go,” she says awkwardly, her words not coming out as smooth as she would have liked them to.

They stand up and Toph is automatically aware of how tall he is. He towers over her, has to be at least 6 feet tall, much taller compared to her 5’3. She pulls her jacket on, trying not to stare too much, and together they walk out the door. He holds it open for her and when she steps out into the cold night air, she doesn’t see any cars parked that weren't already there when she arrived earlier.

“Did you walk here?” Toph asks, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, my apartment is on the other side of the street,” he points out the building to her.

“You mean to tell me, you walked the four blocks to my apartment last time we met, just to walk all the way back to your apartment that was across the street?”

Aang laughs and she realizes that not only is his voice smoother than velvet, but his laugh is something she wouldn’t mind playing on repeat in her mind. “Yeah, I guess. It wasn’t that long of a walk, and like I said that night, I didn’t walk you home because I had to, but because I wanted to,” he says looking down at her, bumping her shoulder slightly.

Toph can’t fight the blush that comes up to her cheeks, “Oh. Well, if you live so close, how come I was able to get through half an episode of New Girl?”

“Damn, ungrateful!” he says, placing his hand over his heart, acting hurt and making her smile. “I had to clean up my apartment first and put on some pants. There was a few pizza boxes and dirty clothes laying around and I was definitely not about to have you come in there with it looking like that.”

“Well, aren’t you chivalrous,” Toph laughs.

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He unlocks the door and opens it for her, letting her walk in first. He drops the keys onto the table next to the door while she walks further into the apartment. It was small but homey. The couch had two blankets on it and a few pillows. The rug on the floor was fluffy and looked soft to the touch and the tv was paused on ‘The Walking Dead’.

She only takes in his apartment for a moment before walking over to his couch and plopping down, making herself at home. She sits up a little and pulls off her jacket and throws it over the arm of the couch before sitting back into the couch and gets comfortable.

“You want something to drink?” he asks.

“Nah, but a bowl of that Captain Crunch you promised would be nice,” she says, looking over at him in the adjacent kitchen.

Aang smiles slightly to himself as he pours her a bowl. He walks over to her, stepping over her feet that are propped up on the coffee table and hands the bowl to her. He plops down next to her and scoops up the remote from the coffee table and hits play.

Even though the show is playing, they keep up a steady conversation as it plays, never taking their eyes off the tv. After a while, the “Are You Still Watching” comes up on the screen.

Toph turns to him and pulls her feet up onto the couch with them, her knees brushing against his thigh and hip. She rests her head against the back of the couch, her eyelids starting to droop.

“Are you tired? You can sleep in my bed if you want, I’ll sleep out here,” he speaks low to her.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch in your own house. I can sleep here. I’ve slept in so much worse places. I promise you, I will be comfortable,” she says, her eyes now closed.

“Okay, well, you’re my guest, I’m not going to let you sleep on the couch.”

She just hums in acknowledgement before laying down, her head propped up on a pillow and places her feet in Aang’s lap, “Well, that sucks for you cause I’m sleeping right here. Gimme a blanket,” she reaches out her hand and grabs at the air until he places the blanket from the back of the couch in her hand.

Aang picks up her feet and gets up to go to his room. As he walks by her, she shoots out her hand to grab his, “No… stay with me,” she whines.

“Toph, there’s not enough room for both of us on the couch,” he says slightly laughing.

“Sure there is. Look.” She moves so that her back is against the couch and leaves a sliver of space in front of her.

Aang shakes his head and laughs through his nose but lays down in front of her. She instantly situates them so that he is laying on his back and she is laying mostly on top of him.

He goes instantly still as Toph gets comfortable on top of him, pulling her arm up to her chin and tucking the other underneath her, curled into his side. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he holds them up a little until she is finally still; he places one on his stomach and the other around her back.

Toph snuggles her head into his chest and inhales deeply, “You smell good,” her voice low. He just barely hears her, but it brings a smile to his face. Within seconds, her breathing is deep and even letting Aang know that she is asleep.

Still smiling, he rubs his hand on her back, “Goodnight, Toph.”

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[von-eldritch]

@fizzarolli​ said: 🙋 + does she have any relatives she DOES like hanging around? if she got home late and was hungry but didn't rly wanna Make Something what would she opt for? like would she get delivery or find something at home to eat? does she have any hobbies or interests people wouldn't expect her to have?

Gives u a chance to ask shit ooc so she can’t dodge the question

//Well she only has the three family members. And, like, her relationship with her mom and dad is MUCH better than her relationship with Sev. but it’s also... complicated with them so I wouldn’t say she likes ‘hanging around’ with them.

Hellsa doesn’t really cook for herself as it is so if she got home hungry, depending on how bad it is she would either, like, order a pizza or just eat snacks like popcorn or maybe cereal if she has milk. (I say if because most of the time she only has energy drinks, alcohol, and fruit in her fridge, like the messy bitch she secretly is).

And... kinda? Most of her interests are things she’s found a way to monetize so, like, I don’t think anyone would find it surprising she likes fashion and sewing and shit but she does know a lot about poison and is fairly skilled with all kinds of weaponry because ofc she is, look at her parents. And I’m pretty sure most people wouldn’t expect their resident mean girl to be like ‘no, this is how you throw a knife’ but idk if I’d even call that an interest so much as a skill.

[vampirepiggyhunterdefensesquad]

all’s fair (1/?)

Summary: Gaz decides that she’s going to win the school’s paintball war and enjoy the all-you-can-eat pizza buffet from Bloaty’s afterwards. However, there is a certain green nuisance who’s standing in her way. . .

Gaz never listened in class, so naturally she didn't bother listening when Mr. Elliot began rambling about a school-wide event. She merely squinted at the game device under her desk, buttons clicking ever so slightly as her fingers tapped with expert dexterity. Even the flyer that was dropped beside her got crumpled and shoved into her backpack as soon as it touched the desk.

That meant it was only when Dib began talking about it on the way home from school that Gaz heard about the paintball war.

"I mean, what's the point? We already know Zim's just going to find a way to cheat. And the worst part is, he hates pizza anyway! He's just crazy about winning all the time--"

"What's pizza got to do with it?" Gaz scoffed, listening despite herself.

"C'mon, Gaz, weren't you listening? That's the prize! You get a coupon for a free sit down, all you can eat family dinner!"

Her eyes widened for a moment before she snorted. "Like Dad would take the night off for us to go anyway."

"And Zim doesn't even HAVE a family!" Dib continued, squeezing his hands into fists. "But when Miss Bitters told us about the paintball war, he got all excited and asked a bunch of STUPID questions, and--"

"Paintball?"

Dib's eyes swiveled towards her. "Well, yeah. And Zim thinks he's somehow got a chance of winning!"

Gaz turned her attention back to her game as Dib continued his rant all the way home. Outwardly, she was in the same zone as before, but inside the cogs in her brain were turning. Dad liked charity events. He might make an exception to his "one evening a year" rule of thumb. And all-you-can-eat pizza was something that caught her attention. A whole evening of video games and free pizza. . .

So Gaz may have stayed up a bit longer than usual perched on the sofa, drawing, but that didn't have to do with anything.

Around eleven-forty the front door swung open and Professor Membrane finally arrived home.

"Ah! Girl-child! Why are you still awake? You know that children require at least NINE HOURS of sleep in order to be well rested for the morning!"

Gaz ignored this. "Dad. If I won a paintball war my school put on for charity or whatever, and got us a coupon for a free sit-down dinner. You'd come, right?"

"Why, daughter, you know how busy I am with REAL SCIENCE!!" Membrane reached into the air, gesturing proudly and widely. "But I also deeply respect the art of PAINTBALL WARS! Why, as a boy, it was my favorite hobby."

"It was?"

"Of course!! Second to SCIENCE, of course." Membrane walked to the stairs, patting Gaz on the head lightly as he passed her. "I might take an interest in seeing this paintball war! When will it occur?"

Gaz, who had definitely not spent a chunk of time memorizing the information on the crumpled flyer from her bag, said "It's on Friday after school. We have a half day, so right after lunch."

"FRIDAY?" Membrane turned dramatically, clapping his hands to his head. "Why, Friday is the day we're organizing the data we've been collecting these past few weeks! It's merely busywork, and hardly science at all. I will certainly be able to visit your school that afternoon! And if you or your brother are able to win, I see no reason why we cannot have the dinner that evening!”

Gaz's mouth fell open. She hadn't expected it to be this easy. Family dinner, at her favorite restaurant, as long as she was able to destroy her opponents? This was the most perfect situation she'd ever encountered. Maybe the universe didn't hate her after all. . .

As Membrane thumped up the stairs in his big boots, Gaz couldn't keep the smile off her face. She dropped her sketchbook on the table and headed up to her room-- Dad was right, after all. She needed sleep if she was going to be in peak form come Friday.

 . . . . 

"So, uh, who are you and what have you done with Gaz?" Dib asked tentatively.

Gaz shoveled another spoonful of cereal in her mouth. "What do you mean."

"I MEAN, you just laughed at one of my jokes. And said, and I quote, 'nice'."

"What, I'm not allowed to think you said something funny, once in a blue moon?" She rolled her eyes. "Great, Dib."

"Come on, you know what I meant! Did something happen? Was your brain erased by a ghost??"

He reached out to poke her forehead. Gaz swatted his hand away viciously. "Quit it! There's no ghosts, Dib. Is it so hard to believe I could be in a good mood?"

Dib nodded. "Yes."

"Ugh." She tossed her half-eaten bowl in the sink and snagged her backpack, tugging it on and heading for the door.

"Wait, Gaz, don't leave!" he rectified quickly, "I can't let you out of my sight! Zim knows who's a threat to his 'victory' or whatever and I'm pretty sure I saw him looking at you at recess! He's probably planning to--"

Gaz whirled around, effectively cutting him off with her scowl. "You know what, Dib?" she spat. "I don't really care what Zim does. This week, I don't give a crap about him. He can do whatever he wants, but he's not winning that paintball battle. He's not even a threat."

She stomped out the door. Dib took another bite out of his banana.

"I thought you didn't care about paintball!" he called after her, but she was already gone.

Dib wasn't the only one who was worried by Gaz's improved mood. Several schoolchildren ducked for cover upon seeing her smile. One jock jumped into an open locker when they made eye contact in the hallway.

Mr. Elliot was the only one stupid enough to be delighted. "Gazlene! Great to see such a happy expression on your face. Did something happen?"

"I'm going to destroy all of you," she replied, with a tinge of cheerfulness to her usually dour tone.

Her teacher's smile became forced. "Great! Good to hear it. Does anyone have any questions on number four?"

Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one other person who seemed to be immune to Gaz's slight mood shift. In fact, he didn't even seem to notice it at all.

Zim.

The stupid alien hadn't talked to her or even looked at her, so far as she could remember, since that time he tried waving his ugly pus-filled pimple at her. She'd ignored him then, and when he approached her in the hallway rush between science and english class, she ignored him again.

"Hey. Dib-sister. Hey. Hey."

Her game was out, as was her custom for classroom changes, and her ears were off.

Zim prodded her shoulder, normally a death sentence. But Gaz wasn't feeling particularly volatile at the moment. . . Perhaps she'd hit him a few extra times with some paintballs. Maybe, if she was lucky, he'd writhe in agony as the liquid hit his weird green skin.

"Hey! Dib-sister! Dib-sister! Little Gaz!

Gaz's very slight smile curdled and she whirled around. "Excuse me?"

Zim's put out expression disappeared, replaced by a little smirk.

"Little-Gaz," re repeated. "I take it you have heard about the BATTLE that will take place at the end of the school week."

"I have nothing to say to you, Zim." Gaz met his eyes levelly, expression dark. "Get out of my way so I can get to class."

"Oh, but I have some things to say to you," he sneered, crossing his arms. "You see, I believe you are one of the few humans who might stand a chance against me."

Gaz didn't dignify him with a response, instead walking around him towards her classroom.

"Hey!" he said, offended. She didn't stop walking, so he trailed behind her. Really couldn't take a hint. . .

"I have a proposition for you, HUMAN!! HEY! LISTEN TO ME!!!!"

Gaz flipped him off casually as she swung the door to her classroom shut in his face.

And that was that.

. . . Or, it should have been.

At lunch, Zim attempted to approach their table, but Dib had chucked a glob of baked beans from his tray and managed to hit him right in the forehead, sending Zim screeching out of the cafeteria. Gaz snickered as Dib laughed, and it wasn't horrible.

After school, Zim trailed them, following Dib and Gaz's trek home at about a ten foot distance. Dib had wanted to throw some books at him, but Gaz just grabbed Dib's wrist and yanked them off the sidewalk onto a side path through the park. Sure enough, Zim had gotten lost and might still have been wandering around when the Membrane siblings arrived safe and sound even quicker than normal.

"We should do this more often!" Dib had cheered when they slammed the door shut, delighted at their victory.

"Whatever," Gaz said. "He was being annoying." But a tiny smile flickered on her lips.

"So, Gaz--"

"Don't get used to it," she said firmly. "I still think your cryptid hunting junk is stupid."

Dib slumped over on his chair, disappointment clear on his face. He didn't speak, so Gaz rolled her eyes and headed up to her room. It may have been kinda fun to get rid of Zim, but the fact that he kept trying to talk to her was obnoxious. She didn't do him the respect of hearing him out, but she knew what he wanted: to form an alliance so that he could betray her in the end and claim victory for himself. Pathetic. Zim wanted to talk to her, was paying attention to her, and it was just to feed his stupid ego. Typical.

Gaz could feel her good mood start to seep away, but a few rounds of VPH made her feel a bit better. Soon, she'd be dooming people in real life, with no cares about whether anyone saw her. In fact, they might even be cheering.

And then, pizza.

[sylvie-writes]

Paint the Town

This goes out to my precious anon who requested some fluff with our loveable Steve. I apologize for the long wait! My power went out so no WiFi and some very bad reception. (So if it went through twice here’s why) anyhoo, I hope you enjoy it, nonnie!

If there was one way Steve could describe you, it would be that you are like a bright light in a dark room. Anytime Steve would see you, it’s like his day got better instantly. So after sparing Bucky and getting cleaned up, he ventured off to the kitchen to find you. He could only imagine that you were trying to flip pancakes or maybe even goofing off with Sam, but when he walked in to find you sitting at the counter gloomily eating a bowl of cereal, his heart sank deep into the pit of his stomach. How could his loveable (y/n) be sad when the day had just started?

Steve carefully walked to the counter, approaching you as if you were a baby deer, easily able to be frightened.

“Hi Darling.” You could feel Steve’s warm hands on your shoulders and his lips to the crown of your head. Attempting to muster up all your energy, you turned to Steve and gave him a small smile to which he frowned.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You didn’t feel like talking at the moment, so shaking your head would have to do.

Steve knew everything, he was your husband after all. He could tell when you were sick or upset or even when you were over the moon ecstatic! It hurt him to see you so downcast.

They say when you are in love you’ll do anything. Steven Grant Rogers wasn’t just your husband, he was your best friend. The man who would always have your back, the man who would love you unconditionally.

As you finished up the bowl of cereal, an idea came to Steve’s mind. You hadn’t even seen the look of excitement on his face while you got up to go clean the bowl. The running water and slow movements of the sponge kept you in a trance, making you jump when Steve wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I have an idea.” His lips were right up against your ear as he whispered, making you giggle and bringing a grin to his face.

One large hand reached over you to shut off the water, while the other went to grab the bowl and put it in the dishwasher. You turned around to be met with Steve’s broad chest and his beaming smile looking down on you. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike enthusiasm, it was the first time today that you truly smiled.

Placing your smaller hands on his unusually, large biceps, you slowly rubbed your hands up and down in a soothing manner.

“How about I take you around Brooklyn today? Show you the places I went as a kid.” He playfully winked at you in a manner so you couldn’t reject his offer. Rolling your eyes, you agreed and he happily kissed your lips, catching you off guard.

When you both got in the car, he was talking faster than an auctioneer, spitting off the day's agenda. You couldn’t believe how this man, the one who was the literal definition of seriousness, was acting as if he were a child on Christmas morning. If the team had seen how the Captain was so let loose at the moment, you were positive they’d think that Steve had lost a few screws of his own.

“I can show you my old apartment, oh and this amazing place Bucky and I would go for lunch sometimes!”

Not even a second went by before you kissed his cheek, preventing him from babbling anymore.

“I’ve never seen you this excited for anything before, honey.” Steve’s face grew a faint hint of a blush. Lightly giggling at his reaction, you reached for his hand that wasn’t on the wheel.

Soon after, Steve pulled up to an old apartment building that looked vacant. He was quick to jump from the car and extended his hand out for yours, helping you out of. As you walked, you looked up at the old building, imagining your Steve living in his own timeline.

“I promise, doll, that back then, it looked a lot better.”

“I don’t doubt it, hon. The vintage charm, I think it’s cute!”

Steve cautiously led you up the old metal staircase until he reached the floor of his apartment. As Steve searched around for the brick that hid the key, you looked over the railing and out at Brooklyn. It may have been rundown now, but back then it was Steve’s home and your heart warmed at the thought.

“Ready?” Your husband held up the small key and you eagerly nodded, leaping forward to interlock your arm with his.

Upon entering the small apartment, you saw a humble little sofa covered by a ripped plastic wrap, a few wooden frames on the wall and a small kitchenette. The sun shone through the window and you could see the dust floating in the air.

“Sorry about the mess, but home sweet home!” The one thing about Steve was no matter the situation, he’d always try to be optimistic and you loved him immensely for that.

“It looks amazing for being empty for almost 70 years.” This time you gave him a playful wink and walked away to go look at the pictures on the wall.

You gasped as the picture presented a boyish Steve and young Bucky.

“Steve is that you? You’re absolutely adorable!” He couldn’t believe that you were gushing over him. If anything, he still expected for you to ridicule him like the women did way back when.

“I am glad you think that. You know how many girls rejected me?”

You turned around in disbelief to see Steve bashfully standing there with his hands in his pockets, like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

“Aww Stevie! That’s terrible.”

When you placed your hands on his face, it was a comforting mechanism, reminding him of how much you love you have for the man.

Because you threw the dog a bone, it perked up. Steve instantly regained his excitement and clasped your hand in his.

“Looking back, I kinda think it’s funny.” A shy smile grew on his face before he continued his thought. “How about we head to lunch and I’ll tell you the story on the way.”

“Sounds good!”

The pizzeria was just a few blocks away, so you both opted to walk. Currently, the weather was comfortable and you were able to enjoy the walk while laughing with Steve as he recalled the time Bucky invited him to the Stark Expo.

“Oh, I can’t even imagine how that must’ve felt!” In an attempt to sympathize with him, you squeezed his arm closer to you.

“Well, I mean if she hadn’t left me for Bucky, I wouldn’t have wandered off to recruitment and I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Steve always found a way to make you blush, even though you had known him for years. The man very well knew what he was doing and leaned down to kiss your nose. You couldn’t help but agree with what he had said. Part of you felt guilty for being glad that girl ditched him, but then again life would be so different if she hadn’t.

Your gentleman of a husband held open the door to the restaurant and you were instantly greeted with the intoxicating smell of oven cooked pizza.

You let Steve order since he was so giddy to take you there in the first place. To your surprise when a pepperoni pizza was placed on the table you were only a little disappointed till you took the first bite.

“Oh my god! Steve, this is amazing!”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t just any plain pepperoni pizza. You had set your expectations so low that when you took the first bite, it was an other worldly experience.

Steve laughed at your reaction and reached over to wipe the pizza sauce on your face. You slightly blushed once again, and he just smiled, resting his thumb on your chin. Steve bore into your eyes with a loving gaze which you returned. Honestly you both looked like lovesick fools, but who’s to judge when you both are so happy!

“Are you having a good time?” There was a look of worry on his face, afraid that he had let you down.

“Oh, sweetheart! I’m having the best time. Thank you for making today so much better!” A wave of relief washed over his face and he took your hand giving a kiss on the back of it.

That was when you realized Steven Grant Rogers would always be there for you. He was the little guy from Brooklyn who you could always rely on. His heart was always in the best place and he never failed to make your whole day enjoyable.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Chuckie Sullivan

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You met Chuckie because you lived next door to him and his mother. Every now and again you would have a conversation with the old woman where she would occasionally mention him but you never actually met the boy; that is until his mothers mail got mixed in with yours.

- You knocked on her door to fix the mistake but were caught off guard when you were met with the tall young man instead of his mother. It was almost comical when you looked up from the envelope and were just met with a chest instead of a kind face.

“Oh, uh hi…? I live next door and your mail got mixed in with,” you notice that he’s wearing boxers and pause a little. “…with uh, with mine. So…here.”

- You want to slap yourself with how awkward you’re acting but you were not prepared to find out that Ms. Sullivan’s son is at least half a foot taller than you and has the face of a model. You were also not expecting to meet him for the first time while he’s still wearing his boxers and sleeping shirt.

- He chuckles a little and takes the mail from you while scratching the back of his neck. He’s about to try and make conversation with you before he realizes he’s only partially presentable and should probably put on pants before he tries to woo you. (It’s enough that he lives with his mom, right? He doesn’t want you to think he’s unsound.)

“Right! Well thank you, nice meeting you, see you around.” He rambles while he shuts the door with a unreasonably charming smile.

- Chuckie knows he’s handsome and he’s used to girls falling into his lap but those are girls who don’t know him and don’t know that he lives with his mom (which he’s quite embarrassed about). He’s not sure how to make himself seem worth your time now that he can’t lie and say that he’s something far more impressive than he thinks he is. 

- He has to find an entirely new way to impress the girl who lives next door and he’ll admit that he hasn’t the slightest idea where to start. The instant he sees you he tries to “act cool”, leaning against the nearest surface and greeting you with a smirk plastered across his ridiculously handsome face. 

- He has quite the embarrassing/awkward conversation with Skylar in an attempt to get some real advice. She tries her hardest not to laugh when he rambles out his questions and the things he likes about you. In the end she just tells him to be himself and get to know you before he tries to get in your pants.

- He decides to trust her and does just that. The next time he sees you he invites you to take a walk with him while the two of you get to know each other better. The both of you are sort of surprised that the other is giving you the time of day.

- When you get back to your houses and are about say goodbye his mother pokes her head out and invites you to dinner. Later that day you get to hear a bunch of embarrassing stories about Chuckie while he sits in utter embarrassment and tries to shut his mother up when you’re turned the other way. She nearly breaks out the baby pictures but he manages to stop her.

- He offers to walk you home when you’re finished eating and talking (even though you’re just a few yards away from your house). You accept and he joins you outside for the quick journey to your front door. When you get there he starts to apologize for his mother but you stop him and say you had a fun time, kiss him on the cheek and say goodnight before you go inside your house. He stands there for a minute in disbelief before he smiles and fist pumps, racing back to his house. He can’t even be mad at his mom because he’s so happy that you don’t think he’s a total loser.

- In the beginning you don’t really label what you have you just hang out, do borderline romantic things, and stumble over awkward goodbyes. After some time you start to kiss and fool around a little but it doesn’t really feel like a “real relationship” and neither of you are brave enough to ask what you actually are. Plus he’s good in bed so you don’t mind all that much.

- It’ll feel like you’re friends with benefits for a while before he starts to get all boyfriendy with you. Cuddling, hugging, cheek kisses, hand holding, etc; he just won’t be able to help it after a while. After about a month of you acting like a couple he’ll finally ask if you’re together like~

“We are dating right?”

“I would hope so.”

“Alright cool, good, great, wonderful,-” “Chuckie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

- You kiss a lot after that. You can’t stop him. He’s a mad man after one thing and one thing only: the smooch.

- You move in together (well he moves into your house) maybe a little too early on in the relationship but you lived next door to each other so the move wasn’t a big hassle. Plus he makes some good money when he works hard so it makes paying the bills a lot easier for you.

- Hes kind of just happy to move out of his moms house even though he’s a little scared of commitment. But he thinks that maybe with you he doesn’t have to be scared.

- Cute nervous chuckles when he isn’t sure what to say or is a little flustered, especially when you’re getting to know each other.

- His friends try to embarrass him and tell you he’s whipped every chance they get especially when you first meet them.

- Hes not the greatest at comforting you. He’s a rough and tough kind of guy that’s not use to showing emotions or being around people that do so chances are when you rant to or tell him about something he’ll just pause and say “well that sucks”.

- Sneaks little glances at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

- Watching morning cartoons with him. 

- Sleepy hugs and snuggles in the kitchen while you’re making food after a long day.

- He’s pretty much in his boxers whenever he can be so be prepared to have to remind him to put on some real clothes every now and again. 

- Lays his head on your stomach as you thread your fingers through his hair; he loves it especially after work.

- He falls asleep on you a lot when hes not working. He’ll just collapse on the couch beside you, laying his head on your thigh or stomach thinking ‘wow this is so…comfy” and before you know it he’s passed out and borderline snoring.

- He rests his hand on your boob a lot. It’s not even a conscious decision, his hand just always ends up on your chest whenever he has his arm around you. In his mind he’s just thinking “warm…soft…resting place.”.

- Late night dates since he works long shifts.

- Pizza dates.

- Visiting him on his breaks.

- Making fun of his accent, you're the only one he lets insult him without much retaliation. He thinks you’re a cute little bastard. 

“You’re lucky your smiles so cute or I woulda knocked ya teeth out for that one.” you give him the nicest smile you can and he just shakes his head, pulling you into his side. 

- But you do make constant jabs at each other. The two of you go back and forth with clever little comebacks/burns that force you to break the serious act you were putting on. He usually lets you win you’re little insult battles. 

- Hes naturally sort of a flirt but he tries his absolute best to stop because he doesn't want to lose you.

-Sharing a few beers after the two of you get home.

- He does pretty rough work so you tend to give him massages when he gets home. You make him sit in front of you on the couch or lay on the bed while you straddle him. He’ll try to insist that he’s fine the first time you try to do it because he wants to seem tough but the moment you start to massage him he literally moans. He’ll never pass up the opportunity again and he likes to return the favor although his massages usually take a more sexual turn.

- He’s a little insecure even though he tries his best to hide it from the world. He thinks he’s sort of a loser compared to you (and Will) and is worried that he’ll end up going nowhere in life. He’s also worried that you’ll see him for what “he really is” and decide that you don’t want to put up with him anymore. 

- When you fight he rarely yells but he does make you angry; avoiding the subject, lying or just not admitting that he was wrong. You’ll most likely try to make him sleep on the couch, whereupon he’ll just go to his moms or Wills and mope around for a while while he pretends that he doesn’t care.

- He tries to apologize and explain himself when he can’t stand not seeing you anymore but he rarely ever helps his case cause he says shit like~

“I lie to women all the time and it don’t mean nothin it’s just the way I do business you know, it’s just the way.”

- But sometimes you miss him just as much and just forgive him so you can have him back in your life. You do give him a firm punch on the arm and tell him that if you catch him lying or whatever again that you’ll wreck his car.

- Holding hands as you walk together on the streets. 

- Has definitely gotten into at least one drunken (or sober) fight at a bar when someone tried to hit on you or managed to smack you on the ass. You were probably banned or kicked out afterwards.  

- You have to hold him back when someone catcalls you. 

- He’s jealous and possessive. You’re the one thing he really has for himself, that he’s proud of and really cares about so when someone (in his head) threatens to take you away

- Likes to keep his hand in your back pocket.

- He tries his best to be at least a little romantic with you. 

*laughs*

“What?”

“Chuckie these are weeds not flowers.”

“You’re shitting me!” 

- So out of his element when you drag him to boutiques or perfume shops. It’s honestly kinda cute, he’s like a lost puppy surrounded by all that pink, bows and lace. 

- You’re a godsend to him if you know how to cook. He would quite literally survive on cereal and fastfood if you didn’t know how. If you don’t know how than you can try to learn together, can’t promise it will go very well but it’s cute to see each other struggle.

- Helping him clean dirt and grease from his face after he gets home from work. 

- He honestly just loves when you touch his face, like your hands are just? so soft?? So nice??

-You think he’s phased when you ask him to buy you pads? He’s a grown ass man doing grown ass things and he’s gonna do what he has to do to make your life easier.

- He wants you to have the best out of life no matter what. Sometimes he’ll try to sabotage your relationship if he thinks he’s holding you back but you always assure him that if you’re going somewhere, you’re going somewhere together.

- You get close with his friends. You sort of have to, they’re a big part of his life.

- Hes not the greatest with compliments so you usually get the creative “you look hot” or something similar.

- He tries to be a little gentlemanly but that mainly consists of him giving you his jacket or opening his car door for you.

- He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder while he gives your butt a smack.

- He avoids marriage talk. Not because he doesn’t want to marry you (he certainly does) but just because it makes him uncomfortable. He’s not used to having an actual girlfriend who really cares about him.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #349

“we’ll meet again, when both our cars collide”

When was the last time you had a PopTart? It's been many, many months. Do you like hot chocolate? Well duh. Who made you laugh the hardest today? I haven't really laughed today. Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? Hmph. Would you ever jump into a fire to save your bestfriend? I know I would. Do you have a callus from writing too much? No, I only have calluses on my feet from when I used to walk for hours on end. They just never permanently went away, even with grooming. Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? I dread to guess what the girl Jason dated after me was told about me. I shouldn't care at all, but I do. I have every reason to accurately be defined as "the crazy ex," and I fucking hate it. Who is your best guy friend? Girt, a friend from high school. Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? I did as a kid, but now I don't. I just kinda stand and eat. What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? I kinda burnt the roof of my mouth on pizza the other night. Do you know anyone with a lip piercing? Me, haha. I know others, too. What did the last tattoo you saw, look like? I don't remember. Have you ever given birth? NO FUCKING THANK YOU. Do you enjoy making out? I mean if I'm in the mood to and I love you, yeah. Why exactly do you take surveys? "I genuinely like doing them and they’re great for venting and sorting out thoughts and whatnot. I can just ramble and get things off my chest." <<<< This right here covers it. As well, it's just a boredom killer. And I happen to be bored very, very often. Rockband or Gutair Hero? Both are great, why choose just one? What are you listening to right now? Halocene's cover of "Helena" by My Chemical Romance. It's beautiful. What kind of energy drinks do you drink, if any? None, because I just can't do energy drinks. They taste like pure poison to me. Have you ever been swimming in a river? No. Swimming in a river sounds pretty dangerous... Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. When you broke stuff in the house as a child, did you blame it on siblings? I'm hoping you don't mean breaking deliberately, 'cuz I wasn't that kind of kid. But anyway, I don't believe I did. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes. I was obSESSED with those games as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? Tigers, probably. They're so stealthy and, while I may be entirely wrong, seem like the top candidate of the three to attack a human, be it for food or defense. And have you SEEN the muscles on a tiger? Christ. Describe the best use that you’ve found for duct tape: Uh, taping things lmao. Do you wrap gifts or use gift bags? I use gift bags, because I can't wrap for shit. What fast food place do you avoid at all costs? Arby's is really gross to me. Are you afraid of deep sea creatures? Just giant squid... *shudders* Have you ever agreed to purchase something on Ebay and got scammed somehow? No. I did, however, purchase something on deviantART and never got the product. It was going to be a present for Jason. In dA's defense though, I've bought like... two or three other things from there, and there were zero issues. It's really about the people you trust. If you get a call that says “Unknown”, do you answer it? Nnnnope. Do you have any bobble head figures? No. Have your parents ever left you somewhere without realizing it? I don't think so. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. Did your last kiss mean anything to you? Well yeah, I wouldn't have kissed her otherwise. Would you say that you have a nice smile? No; I've been self-conscious of it since I was a kid, mostly because one of my eyes looks more squinty than the other, but they both are to me. I've always said I look high when I smile lmao. Is there an ex you want to make up with? My mind immediately screams "Jason," but I know that's a horrendous idea. Our last talk ended peacefully and even with care and good wishes, and I need my fucking impenetrable head to accept that's where it needs to end. He does NOT need to re-enter my life. It would be so bad for me. Do you remember how you felt on 9/11? I have no memory of it, if I'm being honest. What outfit makes you feel the most attractive? None. Other than yourself, who knows you the best? Really? Whoever reads these lmao. What’s one complaint that you have about school? Common Core and how every student's school experience was not tailored towards their unique goals. Like they try to cram a shitload of identical and usually useless information into a kid's brain to make them a jack of all trades, you could say, but not enough information they need to properly pursue their career future. It causes such an unnecessary amount of frustration and stress. I have many, many complaints about the education system, but this one tops the list. What do you do while you’re on campus but not in class? Back in college, I would just do stuff on my laptop. Do you know anyone who has Autism/Asperger’s syndrome? Yes. Are you open to a same-sex relationship and why or why not? Well, considering I'm bisexual... Do you remember life without the internet? No. Have you ever found yourself to be ugly? I've gone my entire life thinking I'm ugly, if I'm being real. What is your state’s minimum wage? $7.25 a fucking hour. :'''''') Is there something you want to say to someone but can’t/won’t? There's a few people. What is your first memory of being in a hospital? Considering my mom worked at the local hospital when I was a kid, I remember being there quite, quite young, playing with my older sister in Mom's and her coworkers' room. I think Nicole was too young to really "play." Do you have any relatives with red hair? No. What is something good that has happened to you in the past week? I got my first Covid vaccine. My arm hurts like a motherfucker now, but to protect my mom, it's worth it. Please get vaccinated. How much was the rent/mortgage at the cheapest place you’ve ever lived? That's never been my business. Have you ever been to a gay pride parade? No, but I would go to a local one if I could actually walk five feet without being in serious pain and sweating like a pig. Do you still keep in touch with your very first best friend? We're friends on Facebook, but that's it. What was the topic of the last conversation you had with your dad? I can't remember, but it was recent, because we all met at Ashley's house for Nicole's birthday celebration. How often did you visit your grandparents when you were growing up? Pretty much never, given they all lived no less than like, 10 hours (via car) from where we lived. My immediate family are the only people in NC. When two family members are fighting, what do you usually do? Stay out of it, but admittedly try to listen just to know what's going on. Do you like the smell of men’s cologne? Yeah. What’s your all time FAVORITE freezer food? Do you eat that a lot? I survive off of microwaveable freezer food, so this is very hard... uhhhhh... perhaps this Banquet bowl meal that's mac 'n cheese with spicy chicken. It's absolutely delicious, like you'd never guess that sucker was just popped in the microwave. I'd say I eat it a moderate amount; it's a reliable option if Mom's not cooking and I'm really hungry, because it's super filling. Do you like documentaries? Have you ever watched one and find it boring? I enjoy them, particularly when they're about animals. Were you ever a fan of macaroni & cheese? Do you like Kraft dinner? Ha, speak of mac 'n cheese. I love it, and Kraft makes it fine. Do you burn incense? Not as much as I used to. I love the smell and just general vibe, though. What would you consider an unacceptable first date? Going to a bar or something. Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? In the head, anyway. Is there anything currently bothering you? Multiple things. Would you say that you’ve got something ‘special’ about you? No. Do you like things vampire-related? I don't really have an opinion on vampire stuff. Are you the kind of person who does not like talking about their past? I don't care. Have you ever been to a casino? No. What’s the last thing you wore a costume for besides Halloween related events? Back when I still took dance classes and we had the yearly recital. What does your father do for a living? He's a mailman. What’s the last app you downloaded on your phone? Haha, I re-downloaded this ollllldddd game I had before, Nyan Cat: Lost in Space (or something like that?) for my niece to play. She's hooked on it now. Are you in any discomfort right now? Yeah; as I mentioned, my arm really hurts. What do you know the most about? Of all things I know, almost certainly meerkats. Are you seeing anyone? No. Have you ever hooked back up with an ex, just for sex? Was it a mistake or no? No. Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No, because I didn't use my phone in class. Have you seen all the Shrek movies? No, which is a fucking crime. I need to see the last one. Have you ever finished a whole video game? Plenty plenty plenty. Do you know anyone with a pet snake? Yeah, myself included. If you had to live in an extreme environment — think Sahara, Antarctica, under the sea, on the Moon— where would you want to live? Why? Probably Antarctica. I'm sure it would be unpleasant, being that cold, but I feel there's more you can do about being cold than being in the scalding heat of, say, the Sahara. Living on the moon or in the deep ocean sounds super sucky. How was your day overall? It's been okay. Not as bored as usual, at least. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Like... zero. I want to say my dad, and I almost do, just... nightmares make that very, very difficult. Plus his past. What does your mom call you? Normally just "Britt." Write a sentence in another language: Oh god, my German is so rusty... uhhhh... Hallo, ich heiße Brittany, und ich bin 25 Jahre alt und wohne in North Carolina. I think I got the grammar right? Have you ever sent an X-Rated picture to someone? No. Even if I was comfortable with my body, I would be way too paranoid to at any point have a naked picture on my phone, even if I deleted it. Like, hello blackmail, but also, nothing you delete is ever really gone permanently. What big city do you live near? Raleigh is like an hour away. Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? omg YES Is there a Sonic in your area? Yes, it's my favorite fast food joint. You have GOT to try the pretzel twists with cheese dip. Have you ever gone to a thrift store? Yeah, I love 'em. Do you think Johnny Depp is attractive? I do. Are you happy with the state you live in? No, not at all. I hate this place. Bunch of homophobic, racist rednecks. How many times have you seen the opposite sex naked? It's not like I counted every time I saw my ex naked over three and half years lmao. How many times have you seen the same sex naked? A few times. When days go by, do you cross them off on the calendar? I don't use a calendar. Are you currently counting down to something? If so, what? MY TATTOO APPOINTMENT!!!!! :''') I know I can't stop talking about it, but ugh I'm so excited. May 19th, c'mon already. Do you pay rent to your parents? No. Do you dye eggs for Easter? I used to as a kid. Not so much anymore. Are you in debt right now? For what? Oh god, I don't want to think of this. Would you ever work night crew? I really, really wouldn't want to. Humans are diurnal for a reason. Being awake in constant darkness would depress the fuck outta me, and it'd feel so lonely, with everyone I know asleep. Who was the last person that lied to you, or that you can recall lying to you? What did they lie about? How did you find out they were lying? I don't remember. Has anyone ever called you ugly, straight up, before? How did you react to this? No, not to my face. Who is the most stubborn person you know {excluding yourself}? MY MOTHER.

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Left Undone

Ted didn’t want to babysit Bill’s daughter. He didn’t like Bill, and Bill didn’t like him. Why did he have to be the only one in the office who was free for the weekend? Alice didn’t exactly want to be babysat either. She’s too old for that!

Little did Ted and Alice know how much fun they were going to have.

(AU wherein Alice has not dated Deb yet, Bill hasn’t divorced yet either; MASSIVE SPOILERS for BoJack Horseman Season 3 and Moulin Rouge! are discussed)

Friday Prologue | Saturday Chapter | Sunday Chapter | Monday Epilogue

Alice woke up fairly well-rested Saturday morning, forgetting for a second that she wasn’t in her own house.

Ted Spankoffski’s house had 3 bedrooms. One was a master bedroom where Ted slept and also did any other non-CCRP related work. Another was a room where Ted’s nerdy brother stayed for the Summer; ever since Ted got himself a house, his younger brother would stay over at his place during holidays and academic breaks.

Then there was the spare guest bedroom Alice was in where Ted had to set up for her the previous evening. It was very plain.

She went downstairs, explored a little, then found no one. She went back up, knocking on Ted’s bedroom door. No response.

Alice then decided to wash up instead, to feel fresh in the morning. She did all the work in the downstairs bathroom (Ted specifically told her to use that particular bathroom), leaving it as neat as it was before she came to the house.

She tried to knock on the door again, the increased strength of her rapping revealing to her that the room had not been locked, or closed properly for that matter.

She peeked in to find Ted who was still asleep, clutching a laptop like a stuffed toy. His shirt, boxers, and socks tied together with his slumped figure, which also seemed intertwined with the bedsheets. There were used tissues all over the bed, some on the floor making a trail to a semi-used paper towel roll. There were an empty bowl and two empty beer bottles on the bedside table. It reeked of Corona and clearly imported Honey Butter Chips.

Alice stepped in to try to wake Ted up, but the floor creaking below her was enough to make him jolt awake.

“Who the fu-“ Ted calmed down from the shock of waking up so suddenly, “A-Alice?!  Shit, I forgot you’re here,”

“I-Is there anything I can eat?”

Ted rose from his position, sitting upward on his bed, “...are you allergic to eggs? Milk?”

“No, I’m not allergic to either.”

“Good,” Ted yawned, getting up and stretching, “because my fridge is fucking empty.”

“I noticed.”

That was hyperbole...sort of. The only breakfast that could be made from Ted’s pantry was egg toast and cereal. There was enough for both of them to finish all of said egg toast and cereal.

“What were you watching last night?” Alice asked Ted, playing with her fruit loops a little.

“Hm?” He swallowed the last bite of his toast with instant coffee.

“You were crying for about thirty minutes; I couldn't sleep-”

“I-It was a sad episode, alright?!” Ted was slightly embarrassed, hesitating to take another sip of coffee, “That fucking baby seahorse will never know...”

Alice raised a brow, unaware of the reference. She ate some more cereal.

“Don’t give me that look, Alice!” That was Bill’s glare, alright, “BoJack Horseman is a very good show!”

“And you binged the whole thing last night?”

“It’s the new season. I’ve got two episodes left before I finish.” Ted then proceeded to chug down what was left of his coffee.

“My laptop died during my binge but it was late and I was just,” He blew a raspberry, “...I needed to sleep.”

“I’ve done that before, not gonna lie,” Alice place down the spoon, done with her breakfast, “Though, the show I watched was kinda...yeah, it was kinda shitty,”

“Let me guess: you’ve watched it because someone hot’s in it,”

Alice blushed, “I-It’s not just that!”

“Hey hey hey,” Ted chuckled, “I’m guilty of that, I ain’t judging.”

Alice hmphed, “Should I watch that—what’s that show?”

“BoJack Horseman?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm,” Ted then began cleaning up by taking Alice’s utensils, stacking them with his, “it starts weak but gets so much better, like real fucking better. Dunno if you’re old enough to watch it though,”

“I’ve seen some pretty adult stuff! Mom makes me watch Tarantino movies with her, at least whenever Dad's not around sometimes,"

Ted nodded at Alice’s mother’s taste in film, “Aight, but that show just...it just hits somewhere really hard when you’re in your early thirties full of regret and with no discernible life direction but, hey! If you can take it, I’d be impressed.”

Alice blinked, “What? Is it like, psychological horror? The kind rooted in some comedically timed socio-political commentary?”

“Well, arguably.” Ted then got up to bring the dishes in his hands into the kitchen.

“...where can I find it?” She asked with mild interest.

“Netflix,” The sound of dishes landing in a sink was heard from Alice’s seat, “It’s a cartoon too, and like, about a bunch of animals, if those kinds of things float your boat.”

Alice never made it past Episode 1 when she tried to watch it herself, convinced Ted’s taste was shit. Personally, she will regret that.

The rest of that morning left Alice and Ted to their own individual devices. Alice typed away some interesting plots and ideas on her phone. Ted went to finish the last episodes of that sad horse show.

An hour before the time Alice would usually eat lunch, she had been cycling around various plotlines for a potential...well, something. Alice knew she just had to write something.

She was in the living area of the house when she heard Ted sloppily walk down the stairs. His eyes were teary.

"Are you alright, Mr. Spankoffski?" She looked at him with concern.

Ted shakily neared her, hesitating to sit on the couch next to her. He instead placed a languid hand on one of the couch's armrests.

"Please don't die on me, Alice, oh my God..."

He broke into sobs. Alice could only stare at this behavior in confusion.

"Did something bad happen in the show, or...?"

"Fuck, it got worse!" He sniffled, "A-And not, like, n-not in a bad writing context--that show's writing is the shit, Alice! But fuck! F-Fuck!"

Sarah Lynn was not supposed to die, but she did die and the fact left Ted devastated. A part of him knew it was gonna happen as he saw the old man, er, horse, and the poor girl in the motel, missing the Oscars. (Then again, that show had a penchant for hollowing, tragic endings per episode.)

Even in entertainment, in his favorite shows to watch, Ted Spankoffski knew better than to hope. It was more realistic for him.

"You can sit down," Alice moved aside to give Ted space to sit.

Ted cried as he sat next to her, "God, I'm sorry y-you had to see me like this,"

"I've...I-I've had worse breakdowns over a show. I-It's all good."

TV and Movie homophobia still haunted the teenage girl.

It's things like that, whether extravagant or subtle in delivery, that prompted her to write and clarify in any way that she could if only to fight. Alice Woodward was the kind of girl who refused to despair.

"Yeah, A-Alice?"

"Mhm," She nodded, quickly writing "character gets sucked into a tv show???" in her phone's Notes app.

"What if we watched something less depressing instead? You can watch it with me, Alice!" Ted breathed, "You're not bored, are you?"

She added "literally? figuratively? ehhh let the watchers decide??? kshfukdhivg" then kept her phone.

"No! N-No, I know how to keep myself, um, b-busy," Alice then shifted herself into a more comfortable position, "What movies do you have?"

Ted paused before answering, realizing he was hungry.

“You pick,” He said, getting up, “You want pizza with that?”

Alice nodded eagerly, watching Ted head for his phone.

“Wait, what am I supposed to pick?”

“There’s a bunch of CD cases in the drawer under the center table—it’s right in front of you!” Ted's voice decrescendoed as he headed upstairs.

“Drawer?” Alice wondered to herself, bending down to inspect the described center table. There was in fact a drawer.

She pulled it open to find bunches of CD cases, charging wires, and what clearly seemed to be unusable gadgets or “e-junk” as her father would, in a terribly corny way, put it.

Alice noticed a notable amount of movie musicals in one bundle of CD cases. The one that got her attention was Moulin Rouge!, unfamiliar with the title and very taken by the red-haired beauty printed on the cover. There was Jesus Christ Superstar, West Side Story, Rocky Horror Picture Show, and a bunch of Disney Princess movies. Upon further inspection of the non-musical movies, Ted had a diverse taste in film, though it was primarily pretty basic in Alice's opinion, minus a few exceptions.

She closed the drawer, further inspecting the Moulin Rouge CD cover by reading the synopsis on the back. An aspiring writer falls in love with a courtesan but other things get in the way? Alice could not blame the writer, in fact, she was quick to identify with him, even if she had not seen the movie yet.

“Alice?” Ted called from upstairs, “Are you allergic to anything I should know?”

“No,” She called back, playing with the CD cover.

“Good! I’m getting us a Bacon Surprise,”

“Alright,” Apparently Ted chose to order from that  Witchwood Ovens Shop downtown.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Ted asked as he went back down. Alice showed him the CD cover.

“Moulin Rouge?” He mispronounced, “I actually have that in there?”

Alice handed the cover to Ted as he approached her, “I don’t think I’ve seen this one,”

“No shit, Alice. This movie’s got prostitution; if I know your Dad enough,” He stared at the cover, trying to remember when he got it, "he would make sure you'd never see it. God, I remember seeing this in the theater, like, when I was about your—h-how old are you again?"

"Fifteen, but I'll be sixteen later this year,"

"Eh, close enough," Ted then placed the CD cover down, ready to set up the television set in the living room.

"Nicole Kidman, man..." Ted dusted the CD player, plugging the TV into it, "She was the fucking best in that thing."

"Do you even know what happens in it?" Alice asked as she watched Ted at work, "Or were you just hoping Nicole Kidman would step on you?"

"Don't you fucking shame me, Alice!" Ted gasped back as he blushed, "If you had any taste in women, you'd want the same Goddamn thing."

Ted guessed correctly, keeping the girl from returning his snark.

It was around the Elephant Love Medley when the pizza arrived. Ted was kind enough to pause for Alice as he went to get the pizza. Alice was still recovering from the exhilaration of the past few songs, overwhelmed with the crowd-like effect of the cheesy-Jukebox mashups that introduced Christian to that infamous dancehall, the gratuitous use of slow-mo effects, and the ridiculous use of that Can-Can. It was "Spectacular Spectacular" indeed!

Alice almost choked on her pizza during the Like A Virgin scene. It was also very clear to her, as they watched, that Ted must've forgotten a lot of what had happened in the film given some of his reactions. Ted cursed The Duke repeatedly, particularly at that scene when he found out about the true nature of Christian's play.

Ted believed that he should've seen Satine dying coming. He saw this movie before. The movie literally said so right at the start!

Why, as he watched, did he want that happy ending when the opposite was inevitably going to happen?!

Something about Satine charmed Ted, in a particularly nightmarish way. The idea of further thinking about it was repressed repeatedly, refusing to confront the roots of it all. Surely it was just him being a horny bastard, right? Right?

This totally had nothing to do with the fact that Satine had vibrant red hair, cerulean eyes, polished milky skin, and a beautiful figure.

This totally had nothing to do with how familiar this fictional character seemed to be, resembling someone Ted remembered with intense, bittersweet longing.

This totally had nothing to do with the sight of Satine breathing her last breath on a bed of roses reminding Ted of a memory that he swore hadn't happened yet.

Or it did happen?

Why debate when it happened when it shouldn't have happened at all? It wasn't supposed to happen, whatever that thing was that Ted didn't need to remember at the moment. And yet...

She didn't make a sound. Heartbreak was never so loud.

Alice's sniffling brought Ted back to reality. Ted put a hand on her shoulder.

"God, I-I look so stupid," Alice chuckled out from her tears, rubbing her teary eyes, "they literally say it in the beginning, ugh!"

Ted coddled her closer to him so he could hug her but Alice recoiled back.

"T-Thanks, but we both smell like pizza," Ted nodded back in response.

As he cleaned up the living area, he asked Alice, "How was the movie?"

"It was pretty cheesy," She pulled out her phone again, inspired to write, "but kinda fun? Like, you don't get fun movies with this much energy, at least, when I try to compare, well. You know what I mean."

"Yeah," Ted replied absent-mindedly, "It certainly brings back memories of, well,  certain times."

"I think it kinda comes off as an epic-like piece,"

"No need to wax academic, Alice,"

"You asked for it!"

"I asked about how it was, not for an essay about its themes and shit!" Ted straightened himself up with a chuckle, "It's just a movie, after all."

"It hits different though," She spat back, focused now on her phone.

Witchwood Oven Shop pizzas were notably heavier on the stomach compared to their competitors. Any leftover pizza the two had for lunch that day, Ted proceeded to reheat for dinner. He scavenged his refrigerator for any packs of instant lemonade, which were thankfully there, and prepared two glasses for the two of them.

It was a shitty excuse for dinner, but Alice didn't seem to mind. She was very concentrated on her phone.

"What'cha writing about?"

Alice tilted her phone as to hide it, "It's not really much yet. It's all a bunch of prompts so far."

"You can pitch me stuff," He swallowed a bite, "Which ones really get to you?"

"Well," She hesitated.

"Well?"

"I-I've got a traveling adventure in a fancy, cultured but mysterious new town..."

"Anything else?"

"Still deciding whether I should make it a horror or a comedy. Besides that, it's all gonna rest on a foundation of romance between our main character, and, well..."

"Who?"

"I don't know! It's all I got so far!"

"Hey, it's not bad," Ted sipped his lemonade, "You know, I bet with enough time, it can become something really fucking great. I'd be invested if this was a movie or a staged production of sorts, I don't know,"

"Y-You think it's good, Mr. Spankoffski?"

"Oh hell yeah," He placed the glass down, "Not to be cheesy, but romance really gets me."

"Yeah, same."

"Have you considered making it some sort of horror-comedy romance? I would love it if you could pull it off."