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[mtvjedi]

this is what every day at my place of employment feels like

[sunlightmurdock]

The Parent Trap | 0.1 | Bradley Bradshaw x Ex-Wife!Reader

♡ Prologue | Next Chapter | Masterlist

♡ In which, after a couple of years of listening to Peyton and Parker Bradshaw complain about their parents’ custody agreement, Grandpa Mav’s meddling goes a little bit too far.

♡ warnings: mentions of divorce throughout the fic, flashbacks to arguments and unhappily married people. Idiots who still love each other and don’t know it. (warnings will be added as story progresses).

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“Alright! They’re here.” Maverick drops the curtain back into place and turns back towards his granddaughters. “Be cool.”

Peyton looks up, scrunches her nose just a fraction — she takes a moment to analyse what this might entail. Maverick sits back against the couch and opens his book up, picking a random page a couple of chapters in, settling into his position. Parker settles in equally easily, she drops down so that she’s sitting cross-crossed and immediately gets to work penciling in answers on her worksheet. Peyton inhales, then almost forgets to exhale, her mind racing as the sound of footsteps on the porch ring out over the top of Maverick’s soft soul album playing.

Finally, she drops down next to her sister and grabs a pencil.

“It’s been forever since I’ve seen Mav,” You muse, breathing out softly as you follow Bradley up onto the porch. It’s been forever since you’ve even been here, you’ve only seen Maverick a handful of times since you divorced Rooster. He was always kind to you. “He might not even recognise me.” You joke.

Rooster almost scoffs. Recognise you? — He hardly ever shuts up about you. It’s a good thing, probably, that his friends and family are so fond of you. It means he picked a good person to share his life with. It just makes things even more difficult now that the two of you have decided to go your own ways.

“He’s not that old.” Rooster settles with instead, keeping things lighthearted as he turns the door handle and opens the front door. He steps in first and holds the door open behind him for you. Taking a few steps forwards, he has a good view into the living room on the left.

The girls are both sitting on the floor, working on some school work together. Peyton’s helping her sister with math. Maverick is reading a fictional romance novel. One of Penny’s. Peyton is way worse than Parker at math. Damn it.

Maverick glances up from his book and even through the suddenly blurred lenses of his reading glasses, he can see the disappointment on Rooster’s face. Busted. But, as far as Rooster knows, this just means that the three of them spent the afternoon having fun and watching TV. Which isn’t entirely incorrect.

“Hi, Mav.” You step around Rooster sheepishly and lift your hand, waving it at him. Rooster looks you up and down, brows scrunching slightly. This is the man who drove you to the hospital when you were in labour and Rooster was an hour away in traffic. The same one who held you whilst you sobbed at the thought of not being a good enough mother and told you it was all going to be okay. The first person that the two of you told you were expecting.

And here you are, acting like he has become a stranger.

There are lots of aspects of divorce that hurt more than Rooster was expecting them to. Those hour long gaps in his Sundays now that he doesn’t have to go and put gas in your car. Getting home from work on a night that the girls are with you and his home being empty.

Now, Rooster doesn’t have much of a family. It was just Mav for a little while, and then Penny and Amelia came along. But, then he had you — and the girls, and you were all a big family. Now, Maverick is someone that you can only awkwardly say hello to. No longer family.

“Hey, honey! How’ve you been?” The book is discarded and Maverick is pushing himself up off of the couch, arms opened and walking towards you. Your body unstiffens, exhaling quickly as you let him envelope you in a hug. It takes everything in you not to rush out a pained ‘oh my god, I thought you hated me’.

Your mind jumbles, searching for the right words as Maverick squeezes you. He’s greyer than the last time you saw him, he still smells like the same cologne he wore when you met him. That means Penny’s still unsuccessful in making him stop buying the same pine scented spray that he wore in the eighties.

“Good! I’m — busy, but I’m good.” You manage out. He pulls back to look at you, catching your arms like you’ll disappear again if he doesn’t ground you right here with him. He looks over your face fondly. Both of you a little bit older, probably none the wiser.

Pete grins and nods his head. “I’m glad, I’m so glad.”

Rooster looks between the two of you, then back at the kids looking up at them curiously. As he glances back to Maverick, he knows that it’s only a matter of time before the old man starts spouting off some crap about how the two of you would probably be happier together.

“Mav, could we have a second alone with the kids? — We still have to get them home before their bedtime and stuff.” Rooster reminds his uncle gentle. Maverick jumps to his senses and pulls back nodding.

“Oh, right. Of course. I’ll — I’m going to go and start making dinner for Penny. I’ll be in the kitchen.” As he turns, his back to the two of you, his eyes on the kids, Maverick gives them an overzealous wink. It’s up to them from here on out. Then, he leaves and heads for the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

Bradley moves first. He walks calmly into the living room and sits down in front of the two of them. You follow suit. There’s a beat of silence, the four of you looking at each other.

Finally, you’re the first to speak. “First, your dad and I just wanted to say that we’re glad you two can talk to each other, and that you wanted to help out your sister. But you know that this was completely the wrong way to go about it. Right?”

“We know…” Peyton agrees dejectedly, guilt in her tone and her body language as she twirls her pencil between her fingers.

You do your best not to make it a lecture, knowing that they’ll just zone out if you drone on at them too much. They’re still little and long lectures can be draining on their developing minds. You do your best to engage, asking them questions, keeping them involved.

It’s clear that they know what they did was wrong. You’ve got a sneaking feeling that this probably won’t be the last time they do something like it, but for now it’s resolved either way.

They’re going to write an apology to their teachers for switching classes again. You and Rooster had been texting about this all afternoon, you’ve considered making them write an apology to William — but he’s kind of a little asshole and his mother is even worse.

You check your watch and it’s already a little after seven. Their bedtime is eight. Luckily, Mav gave them dinner, so all you have to do is get them home and into bed. Then, you can get started with the mountain of work that you have left to do tonight.

“Alright, go say goodnight to Grandpa Mav, we should get going.”

“Can I drive home with Dad?” Parker asks suddenly. A quick glance towards your ex-husband, clearly tired after the day, relaxed back against the couch. He moved a while ago, complaining that sitting on the floor was hurting his back. You shake your head quickly.

“No, not today. It’s out of his way, and you two need to get to bed soon.”

“I just wanted to talk to him about the stuff with Billy,” She turns those big brown eyes towards Rooster and looks up at him, guilt filled and sorrowful. “I feel bad for not telling you about it. Can we talk?”

You open your mouth to correct her. Rooster, already suckered, sits forwards and nods his head. “Yeah, Peanut. We can talk about it.”

“You don’t have to, I mean, it’s—“

“It’s alright, I can take them back with me and we’ll just meet you at your place.” Rooster decides, running his fingers through his auburn hair and sitting up, readying to stand.

For the millionth time that day, your children catch you off guard. Peyton looks up, scowling, completely serious as she shouts, “No, I want to go with Mom!”

Rooster glances across at you, then back at her. Ultimately, he shrugs — it has been a long day and the twins’ favourite parent switches up routinely, he has learned to just take it in his stride. “Alright, so we’ll take one each. Just me and you, Parks.”

You’re more skeptical of this behavior, and your daughters recognise it immediately. You squint as you look between the two of them, and their sweet little faces. They’re probably up to something, but like their dad, you’re exhausted and don’t have time to investigate.

“Okay. One each.” You agree with a tired shrug, pushing yourself up from the floor. The girls rush off to say their goodbyes to Maverick, Bradley thanks him for watching them, then you’re all bundling out to the cars. You pause at the realization that Rooster has his bronco.

He catches your scowl as you pass him one of the booster seats. “She’ll be fine, I’ll drive slow.”

“I can take her, it’s not a problem.” You shake your head at the thought of her climbing up into that almost fifty year old, mostly metal, box. Rooster has always defended that truck to you, insisting that it’s safe. Still, you had made him buy something safer for when he has the kids. Their booster seats are still in the backseat of the fourth gen dodge Ram on his driveway, he never takes them in this.

“I’m going with Dad.” Parker insists. You both turn, looking up to find her already climbing on the side of the truck, having lifted herself up onto the step, now struggling to get the door open.

“We’ll see you at your place.” Rooster nods. With that, he turns away from you and wraps and arm around Parker’s middle, scooping her off of the side of his truck and opening the door with her under one arm.

You swallow softly and slide into the driver’s side of your car. Before you’ve even turned the key in the ignition, Peyton pipes up from behind you. “Was it weird being at Grandpa Mav’s house? — Did you guys used to be friends?”

“Alright, you buckled in?” Rooster looks up and checks his rear view mirror, finding his daughter’s smiling face looking back at him. He misses seeing those faces every day. She nods calmly and tugs at the seatbelt to prove it. Rooster nods, turning the radio down a little so that he’ll be able to hear her. The soft top cover will help, since the wind won’t be in their ears.

“Did you see that Mommy got her hair cut? — I like it like that, it’s pretty.” Parker comments, dragging her backpack across the seat towards her and starting to rifle through it as Bradley pulls away from the curb. He glances up at her through the mirror, brows scrunching just slightly, lips quirked.

“I thought we were going to talk about this Billy kid.” He reminds her.

“We are,” She shrugs her shoulders and pulls her notebook from the backpack, along with a blue pencil. “I’m just saying, Mommy looked really pretty today, don’t you think?”

“Your Mom always looks pretty. Just like you, Peanut.” At first glance, it’s a nice thing to say. But, it’s what he always says. With the two of them sharing so many of your features, he’d never dream of saying anything bad about the way you look. Not that he has anything bad to say anyway. Still, Parker is looking for something a little better than that.

She stares at him, squinting for a moment, then persists. “Yeah. But don’t you think she looks especially pretty now?”

Rooster glances up again, lips quirking more, brows scrunching in amused confusion at the serious expression on her face. “Yeah, I guess. — What’s this about?”

“I’m just asking. Don’t you think about Mom when you aren’t with her?” Parker frowns, folding her arms over her chest. Rooster pulls to a stop at a red light and looks back at his daughter, baffled. He always knew that getting a divorce was going to bring up some questions from the kids, he just wasn’t expecting this level of interrogation today.

He gives a small shrug. “Yeah, I think about you guys all the time. Y’know, how you’re doing, if you’re safe—“

“No, not us. Mommy.” Parker interrupts. Rooster glances back again, finding her staring back at him with her pencil resting on the page, her expression impatient. He pulls away from the now green light and shifts in his seat, completely confused.

“Um… yeah, I guess I think about her when we aren’t together. Parks, where’s all this coming from?” He frowns.

“Nowhere. So, anyway… Billy.” She tosses the notebook to the side and rests her hands in her lap.

Peyton twirls a curl around her finger, bopping her head to the lyrics of a song from the noughties. “I just think it’s cool that Daddy gets to fly planes. Did you think it was cool when you met him?”

When you met Rooster, you were still a bartender, working part time in a local boutique. You worked for Penny back then. You were somewhat young, especially impressionable — and he was perfect. Tanned skin, sunglasses and sea-salt tangled curls, asking you how your weekend was going every week.

Listening to your stories, asking you out, telling you about his adventures. It was all so quick in the beginning and yes, he was so cool.

“He was alright.” You answer back, glancing up into the rear view mirror with a soft smile toying at your lips. Peyton grins, she knows what that means.

She’s heard this story a million times and yet she asks again, “What was your first date like?”

Things with Rooster had never been exactly traditional. You’d already slept with him a couple of times before he finally murmured into your skin that he wanted to take you out for real, that he needed to know more about you.

But, that aspect obviously remains between just you and Rooster. You tell your kids about the date by the beach, him trying to impress you with somewhat of a picnic. Pushing him over in the water, him carrying you back to the car when you cut your foot on a rock by the shore.

He was so attentive in the beginning.

By the time you’re pulling onto the driveway, you check the rear view mirror and Peyton’s got her head leaned against the car door, lips parted, dead asleep. You smile softly, shaking your head as you unbuckle yourself and let yourself out.

Rooster pulls up as you close the door behind you. He turns off the ignition and hops down from the truck, standing under the glow of a streetlight.

“Parker’s asleep, I’ll carry her in.” He calls to you, already walking around to grab her door. You shake your head fondly as you turn back towards your car.

“Peyton too.” You chuckle.

Rooster unbuckles his daughter and lifts her into one of his arms, grabbing her backpack from the backseat with the other. He tucks her in against his side, her head lulling onto his shoulder, not stirring from her sleep in the slightest.

You groan as you hoist Peyton up onto your hip, struggling to balance her and shut the car door at the same time. It tugs at your heart strings as you realise out loud, “They’re going to be too big for us to do this soon.”

Rooster chuckles and steps around you to shut the car door for you. He makes it look so easy. “No, they’re going to be too big for you to do this soon. I’ve got a couple more years.”

You hug her closer to you, struggling to keep her tight against you, wondering when she got so big as you fumble for your keys in the tight back pocket of your shorts.

“I’ve got it.” Nudging your wrist out of the way, Rooster dips his hand into your back pocket and takes the keys. It’s a quick interaction, probably not him trying to cop a feel — it’s too fleeting for that, but it leaves you stunned nonetheless. He works the door open and glances back to check that you’re coming, still balancing your daughter with ease as he sets the keys on the end table inside.

Realising quickly that you must look like an idiot just standing there and staring at him, your feet carry you forwards and you kick the door shut behind you. He carries Parker up the stairs ahead of you. It hasn’t been that long since he lived here, it looks kind of different — the pictures on the stairway wall are different, but not unfamiliar.

He rounds the corner and pushes the door to their room open. Now, this is different. White walls dotted with little painted blue flowers, big-girl beds. Long gone is the nursery and toddler furniture that the two of you had filled this room with. It makes sense, their room at his place isn’t that different from this one, but still, he wonders why you didn’t ask him to help.

He sets Parker down on the bed closest to the door, slipping her shoes off of her feet and dropping them down to the floor beside her bedside table. The room would be bigger if they had bunk beds, but after last summer’s top bunk fight, you had forever abandoned that idea.

“I’ll go switch the car seats back over, if you wanna get them ready for bed.” Rooster says gently as you walk past him to set Peyton down in her own bed. You lift your head and nod gratefully at him across the dark room. Leaning forwards, you flick the switch for Peyton’s nightlight, it’s soft white glow illuminating the room enough for you to see the smile on his face.

“Thanks. Could you come back in afterwards? — I wanted to talk to you about something.” You’re busy unlacing Peyton’s tennis shoe and so you don’t notice the elated smile that’s on her face as she feigns unconsciousness. Rooster nods calmly.

“Sure. I’ll wait downstairs.”

Getting them both into their pyjamas, tucking them safely under their covers and slipping their respective stuffed animals in with them, kissing them both goodnight, it’s all part of the usual routine. Rooster’s leaning against the kitchen counter when you return back downstairs, arms folded over his chest as he frowns at the sink.

Slowly, you come to a stop a little bit away from him, unsure of how to say what comes next. You inhale, fiddling with your hands in front of you. He isn’t even looking at you, it’s like he knows already.

“Does it always drip like that?” He asks, pushing himself up and crossing the room to inspect the faucet. Your lips part, brows furrowing slightly. You hadn’t even noticed. He cranes his neck to get a better look. “You should’ve said, I can fix it this weekend or something, if you’re around.”

“Um… I actually wanted to see if you were free this weekend.” You explain calmly. Parker’s mouth gapes open as she and her sister huddle together at the bottom of the stairs, trying to listen to the soft conversation happening a room away. Rooster glances at you over his shoulder, just as taken back by the idea as his kids are. “There’s someone that I want you to meet.”

Rooster turns around to face you, leaning back against the counter and resting his hands on the wooden countertop. “Me? — Who would you want - Oh. You’re seeing someone?”

Realisation covers his face; it’s neither a good or bad reaction, and after years of knowing him as intimately as you do - did - you wish you could tell. You try to act as natural as he does about it.

“Well, I’ve been on a few dates with someone,” You explain gently. It’s a sensitive topic, telling your ex that you’re trying to move on. You’re not naive, you know that Rooster has hooked up with people since the divorce, you have too. But it’s different now, it’s bigger. “I really like him, and I’m thinking of introducing him to the girls. But I want you to meet him first.”

Parker slaps a hand over her sister’s mouth to contain the gasp, both of them ducking behind the railing by the stairs, like they won’t be seen through the gaps. They exchange looks, a thousand thoughts at once, plans being drawn up internally already.

It’s quiet in the kitchen, bar the sound of the faucet dripping behind him. His eyes, a dark hickory, search over your features. It’s unclear exactly what answer he’s searching for in your expression, but it doesn’t take him long to find it.

“Alright,” He nods his head. He signed those divorce papers just like you did. He was there for the custody hearing, the division of assets, explaining it to the kids. Rooster’s been present and aware of what this divorce means every step of the way. It’s been two years of pretty much radio silence. Neither one of you have exactly hidden the little flings you’ve had in the meantime, but you’ve kept that from the kids and you haven’t made a point of telling each other either.

Rooster’s trusted your judgment for as long as he has known you. If you think you’ve found someone worth introducing to the kids, then he should be happy. It wouldn’t be fair to hold you back.

He gives another curt nod, “That’s… it’s great. Congratulations.”

Your racing heart settles just slightly at his approval. Its pace slows but the pounding remains the same as you slowly raise your eyebrows at him. “So, this weekend?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m free.” He agrees, nodding his head slowly. He taps his fingers on the countertops and glances around the home that the two of you had bought together just under a decade ago, silently wondering if your new boyfriend has been over.

It’s nothing to be upset about, the divorce was for the best, you both agreed that there shouldn’t be any hard feelings about it — these things happen. But, still.

“So, what’s he like?”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips as you shift on your feet. “Um… well, he’s a carpenter, and he owns a DIY place down the street from my store. His name’s Chris, he’s about our age. He’s nice, I think you two would get along.”

Not a convict, not too old or too young for you, owns his own business. Rooster can’t find much to complain about. Peyton’s brows furrow as she waits for her dad to fix this, to tell you to stop seeing that guy and be with him instead. Rooster’s face softens as he nods his head again.

“He sounds great,” He decides finally, his voice gentle as he takes a step towards you and opens his arms. “I’m really happy for you.”

You exhale deeply, relieved as he wraps you in a loose hug, every fibre of the interaction platonic. Just as quickly as you’re tucked in his strong, warm arms, he lets you go again.

“Text me a time and a place, the three of us can do something this weekend,” Rooster brushes some loose curls back off of his forehead and squeezes your arm as he steps past. Parker sighs, leaning her head back, crushed. He’s doing it all wrong. “And… um, thanks for keeping me in the loop about all this. I really appreciate it.”

Your lips quirk up into a soft smile as you nod at him. His footsteps grow closer, reminding the girls that they’re supposed to be in bed. It’s a quiet scramble, trying not to trip over each other as they race back to their bedroom.

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[deltanerd24601]

TW BLOOD!

My Dialtown OC, lore below the cut! (TW for suicide, transphobia, detransitioning)

His name is Peyton (haha you never would’ve guessed) and he’s I’d say around 24(?) and he works at a boat dock manager. His birthday is June 1st. He’s pansexual demiromantic trans man. I’d say at one point he has met Randy, when he was in the hospital for attempted suicide when he was 19. He knew he was trans when he was around 13, and attempted to transition however his transphobic family forced him to detransition. He moved out and transitioned for good when he was 18. He moved to Dialtown because there’s a theatre school nearby that he got a scholarship for. Once he graduated, his theater career quickly flopped, and worked with what he worked best with; boats, thus becoming the dock manager of Dialtown. Feel free to send in any questions!

[shannara810]

Lukercy and their babies:

Percy: ok you guys have hold hands now ok?

Lulu: ok papa*😇👼*

Luke holding Nemos hand who keeps jumping in puddles

Luke: "Never been happier you're waterproof, Perce. And that the kids take after you 😁."

Percy: "Don't I know this 😏."

Nemo: "Ohhhh, Tata look! What's that?"

The kid let go of his father’s hand and bent down to observe something in a puddle of water nearby. A strange long black string moved slowly in wide circles. Suddenly it stopped: it rose on his willowy body to observe the young boy with its smart yellow eyes.

Nemo: "Hi! My name's Nemo Jackson-Milligan. What's yours?"

...

Nemo: "Really? I didn't know they existed! And they left you here? Baaaaadddddd!"

...

Nemo: "Do you want to come home with me? I'm sure Tata can smite them for you! He can make monsters too, you know?"

...

Nemo: "Okay 😁".

The long black string - close up, it looked more like a water snake - began to crawl towards Nemo, rolling up on the offered arm until it settled placid on the child’s shoulders.

Nemo: "Tata, Papàs!!! I made a friend!!! Can he live with us?"

Percy: "The fu... dge!!! 😳"

Luke: "Sure!"

Percy: "LUKE!!!"

Nemo: "His mama left him here, because he didn't want to kill some dude named Thoro? And he has been alone ever since! His name is Jur... Jor... I'm going to name him Juju 😁."

Percy: "Why do I feel like this is gonna bite us in the ass?" *facepalm* "You can't take home every animal you find, baby. They can be dangerous."

Luke: "It's a water snake, Percy. They're harmless 🤷. And every kid needs a pet sooner or later."

Percy: "Mmm. Never heard of Lord Voldemort, right Luke? 😑"

Lee: "Juju looks a lot like the giant snake from Uncle Raphi's book 🤔."

Percy: "Which giant snake, Lulu?"

Lee: "The one who hugs the world! 😁"

Percy: "WHAT?!"

Luke: "Jormungandr?"

Lee: "Yes!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶".

Nemo: "You're sooooo smart, Tata! You can say Juju's whole name!"

Percy: "Did our son just find a fucking monster snake?!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶."

Juju: "Greetingsssssss Lord Darknesssss and lady wife 🐍".

Percy: "I. AM. A. MAN!"

Luke: "That's not what you said last night, babe 😁. Greetings, mighty Jormungandr. I hope you understand how our hospitality is not for free. Should something happen to one of my boys, I won't hesitate to destroy you 😠."

Juju: "I will keep thisssss in mind, Lord Darknesssss. I've heard frightening and amazzzzzing thingssss about you and your nesssssst of young beassssstssss 🐍".

Luke: "Oh! You hear that, Perce? We have a street creed now 😁."

Nemo&Lee: "Can we keep him, Papàs pleaseeeeeee? 🥺"

Juju: "Yesssss, pleassssseeee 🐍."

Percy: "Luke, we don’t even know what a giant snake eats!"

Luke: "He can eat all those pests your uncle Zeus sends us every week 😉."

Percy: "Three against one is unfair 😑. Okay he can stay, but I won't clean his mess! Do you understand me, boys? 😑".

Nemo&Lee: "Yeah!!! 🎉"

Juju: "I will earn your ressssspect, Lady Percy 🐍".

Percy: "I AM A MAN!!!"

And again this drabble got out of hand, @darkcrowprincess 😅

[novastories]

Hold On

Title and chapter loosely inspired the song “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet. 

Summary: The night doesn’t go as anyone had planned, and truths are revealed as Aurora fights for her life.

Warnings: Mentions of bombing, torture (past case) and medical talk. Lots of angst in this one. 

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: I’m sorry for not updating in a while! I hope this chapter makes up for it! We’re a few chapters away from the story ending, and I’m not ready to let it go just yet 😭 I have some works in progress though! 🫣 Thank you always to my beta reader and editor @reginleight

Also, I'm 10 followers away from 100?? That's so crazy to me! 🥺

So enjoy this chapter for now, and thank you everyone for your support if you’re still here reading this! 💜

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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Bradley hated the hospital.

It brought up too many bad memories. His car crash when he was in high school, visiting his mom when she had cancer, the many times he’s been in a flight accident, and seeing his godfather almost not make it from throat cancer. The hospital was not a good place for him, especially now.

“Where is my daughter?!” Maverick rushes up to the front desk of the hospital. He, Peyton, and Bradley drove in one car together as soon as they heard the news.

“Sir, calm down,” the receptionist said in a calm manner.

“I will not calm down! Where is she?!”

“Mav,” a voice spoke from the waiting room.

Peyton, Bradley, and Maverick turned to see Penny standing there, while Amelia was sitting in a chair, Carole and Goose sitting next to her. Maverick went straight to Penny as she latched onto him for a hug.

Peyton went to Amelia who was bawling her eyes out. She had CJ in her arms, since CJ was a certified therapy dog he was allowed to stay with them.

Bradley walked to his parents, who stood up and hugged their son. He was still shaking from the news.

“What’s the update, Pen?” Maverick sniffles, pulling back from the embrace.

“We don’t have anything yet, just that she’s in surgery.”

“Surgery?! What happened? What-” Peyton asks from his spot next to Amelia.

“Y-you didn’t see the n-news?” Amelia hiccups from her tears.

“What news?” Bradley turns to ask her. Amelia points at the TV and the pilots soon gaped at it.

The news headlines read “Suicide Bomber. One Dead; Few Injured. Bombing Closes NCIS Case.”

“R-rory was t-there when it happened,” Amelia whispers.

“She was out on the field?! I thought she was on desk duty!” Maverick exclaims.

“We brought her in for a case,” a firm voice spoke up, everyone in the room turning to see a group of people.

An older man with graying hair who had a stoic look on his face. Standing next to him was a man the same height as the older gentlemen with dark brown hair and a third man who was shorter and had lighter brown hair.

Trailing behind them were two women, one with darker hair tied back into a ponytail and the other dressed in a goth-like style, but looked like she was the one crying the most besides Amelia.

Bradley recognized them as Aurora’s old team in Washington.

“Agent Gibbs,” Maverick approaches them.

“Captain,” Gibbs responds as Maverick and Penny walk closer to the team.

“W-what happened?” Penny asks them, holding onto Maverick’s arm.

“Artemis went back into the field today for a case,” Gibbs tells them.

“Your daughter–” Tony starts, but his voice cracks.

“Saved a lot of people’s lives today, ma’am,” Ziva finished for him.

Penny gasps, while Maverick’s eyes fill with tears.

“She was the hostage negotiator. Once Artemis got the hostages released, she tried to get him to back down and prevent him from blowing the place up,” McGee explains. “But by the time we found out it was a suicide, it was too late. Luckily, Aurora ran out before the bomb detonated, but she didn’t make it to the barriers. She got hit by some shrapnel and lost a lot of blood.”

“We don’t know how bad it is yet. They’re still in surgery,” Gibbs informs.

The family pales at the information they had gotten.

Gibbs continues. “She offered to be the hostage negotiator. And with previous experience, I knew not to argue with her, especially since she was the best person to get all of those hostages out. Your daughter saved lots of lives today, you should be proud of her.” 

Penny sniffles as she hugs Maverick, scared about Aurora’s condition. Bradley stood stunned at what he had just heard.

He knew Aurora was a good NCIS agent, but hearing the actions she pulled today…what else had she done without them knowing, all the sacrifices she had made, why didn’t she tell them?

Gibbs’ phone rings, breaking the conversation with Aurora’s parents.

“This is the director of NCIS,” he explains to them. They nod as he turns to walk into a secluded spot to talk on the phone. The rest of the team introduce themselves to everyone in the waiting room, besides Maverick, as he had already met them. 

Later, Maverick had gotten on a phone call with Iceman to let him know the situation at hand. Bradley, Peyton, McGee, and Tony talk to each other in order to pass the time. Carole, Goose, and Penny are in a separate corner, Carole reassuring Penny that Aurora would be okay. 

Amelia had her head buried in CJ’s fur, not wanting to talk to anyone, especially since Aurora’s team had walked in. She kept her head down until she was approached by the two women on the team. She lifted her head up to get a good look at them. 

“Hi Amelia, my name is–”

“Ziva David, right? And you’re Abby Scuito,” Amelia sniffles through her tears.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Abby sits next to her, as Ziva crouches in front of her.

“Rory talks about you two a lot,” Amelia replies as she continues to pet CJ.

“She talks about you too, Amelia,” Abby croaks out before giving Amelia a small smile. “Aurora always said that you were the best little sister and skater that she knew.”

Amelia continues to pet CJ in silence, scared that she would burst into tears again.

“Did you know, CJ was a gift the team got for her?” Ziva asks Amelia, hopefully drawing her out of her thoughts.

Amelia looks up into Ziva’s eyes with wonder. “Really?”

“Yeah, and did you know Abby was the one to train him before we gave him to Aurora?”

“I train a few emotional support dogs before they get their forever home. I train a few seeing eye puppies too. When I started training CJ, I knew right away that he would be a great fit for Aurora,” Abby explained to her.

“Did she ever tell you why she named him CJ?” Amelia tearfully chuckled, as she wiped her tears with her sweater sleeve.

They both shook their heads before Amelia whispered to both of them. After hearing this, they all started chuckling, turning the heads of the people in the waiting room.

“I’m glad they’re cheering Amelia up,” Peyton sighs.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” Bradley turns to look at the doors leading to the surgery room, hoping that there would be an update soon. He was patient with a lot of things, but this was the one time he couldn’t wait. Not when it came to her.

“Rory is strong. She’ll be okay,” McGee reassures Peyton.

“I’m her older brother. I should have done something. I should have been protecting her. I could hav–.”

“There’s nothing you could have done, Peyton,” Tony stops his ramblings. “Artemis already had made up her mind and nothing could have stopped her.”

“How did she get that nickname?” Bradley interrupts Tony, wanting to get his mind off of the situation. “Artemis? I mean Peyton got Apollo because he set a tool box on fire during a training exercise we were doing.”

“Dude, it was an accidental fire, I don’t even know how it started,” Peyton defends himself.

“There was a case,” Tony ignores Peyton’s defense. “One of her first cases as a little probie. We were trying to figure out the killer’s weapon of choice, which led to us believing it was an old throwing knife. Then Aurora kept going on about Greek mythology throwing knife uses, and how they were actually useful at the time. She wouldn’t stop rambling until she got her first Gibbs’ head slap.”

“Head slap?” Peyton looks at Tony confused.

“Yeah, you know? Like this,” then Tony proceeds to demonstrate the head slap on McGee, to which McGee retaliates and slaps him on the head back.

“Gibbs always says, ‘A slap to the face is humiliating. A slap to the back of the head is a wakeup call,” McGee explains.

“Does he do that all the time?” Bradley asks.

“It comes from a place of love,” Tony assures him.

“Also Artemis liked to play with and throw the knife she keeps on her a lot. And one time, Tony kept irritating her and she got tired of his ramblings and threw a knife at him,” McGee adds.

“Luckily, it didn’t hit me.”

“Sadly,” Ziva calls out from her seat, hearing the men talk.

Tony rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just say, Tony has been on the receiving end of the knife many times,” McGee chuckles.

This gets a chuckle out of Peyton and Bradley too at the story. Hearing some of the shenanigans Aurora got up to with her team made them feel a bit better, but the waiting went on, sinking them both back into worry.

—

A few hours had passed, Amelia was taking a nap in the chair, CJ sleeping on her lap. Ziva and Tony had gone to get food and drinks for everyone. Abby was sitting next to McGee, both had fallen asleep on each other.

Gibbs was outside taking more phone calls, as he was in and out getting calls from Director Vance and Ducky, who were worried about Aurora and making sure the case was closed.

Bradley and Peyton had passed out as well on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, as they were exhausted from the emotional events that had occurred the past few hours.

Penny and Carole were still talking, as Maverick and Goose had gone out to take a breath of fresh air, when a doctor soon walked in, file in hand.

“Are you all here for Agent Aurora Benjamin-Mitchell?”

Penny stood up fast, everyone else snapping out from their conversations or sleep.

“I’m her mother,” she tells the doctor.

“The surgery went well, and we were able to take out the shrapnel.” 

Penny puts a hand over to her mouth as she gasps at the good news. Maverick, Goose, and Gibbs walk back just in time to hear this.

“Is she awake? What is it?” Maverick panics.

“You're the father, I presume?” The doctor asks, to which Maverick nods as he takes his place beside Penny, while Goose stands next to his son.

“Although the surgery went well, she needs rest. We had to medically induce her into a coma. We can’t predict what her recovery will look like until she comes out of it. These next few hours will be vital. We’ll continue to monitor her and run a few more tests.”

Everyone stays quiet as he tells them they can visit her, but it would have to be two people at a time, so as to not overcrowd the ICU and her room.

They all agree that Maverick and Penny should be the first to see her and as the two leave being escorted by a nurse, the doctor fills the rest of them in on the update.

“Right now is a critical time since we’ll be monitoring her and hoping she comes out of her coma soon. Some of her wounds did reopen old scars. Since some of those older scars were deeper, it was a bit harder to find some of the shrapnel, but we got them all out, we just need to wait for her to wake up to assess her situation.”

“Wait, hold on,” Bradley interrupts the doctor. “What do you mean by old scars?”

The doctor hesitates before reopening the file in his hands. 

“She has old scars from an incident from one, almost two years ago. There were multiple scars on her arms, back, and collarbone area, missing the vital organs, but enough to cause maximum pain. She had bruises and electric burns on crucial parts of her body. PTSD and panic attacks were also in her medical file, but she was getting treatment for it.”

Bradley, Peyton, and Amelia pale at hearing that.

“W-what incident?” Amelia speaks up.

The doctor opens his mouth to speak, but Gibbs interrupts him.

“I’ve got this, doctor.”

The doctor nods.

“Once the mother and father come back, another pair can go on until at least everyone has seen her. You all should go home and get some rest afterwards.”

The doctor soon leaves them to check on Aurora once again.

Gibbs turns to the awaiting eyes of Aurora's sibling and best friend. 

“Aurora didn’t want to tell you all yet–”

“Tell us what?” Peyton impatiently interrupts. McGee and Abby stood next to Gibbs, prepared to help him out in telling the story. Carole goes to Peyton trying to calm him down, and sits him next to Amelia while Goose takes the seat by Bradley, knowing how his son would react.

“About a year ago, we had a case. We were close to catching the suspect but before we could, he decided to get ahead and give himself insurance. He kidnapped Aurora.”

Bradley couldn't breathe. Amelia gasps, as Peyton starts to tear up. 

McGee speaks up from his spot. “We…we tried our best to find him quickly. But–”

“How bad?” Bradley croaks, his throat sore from the events of the day.

McGee became uncomfortable telling them, so he looked to Gibbs.

“He inflicted the fullest amount of pain that he could to her in the time she was there. Targeting areas that would bleed her out but not kill her, electrocuting her with a cattle prod to the point where she has electric burn scars,” Gibbs tells them.

Amelia immediately sobs while Peyton grips Amelia into a tight hug, tears running down his face, crying for their sister’s pain. Carole holds Amelia’s hand, her heart breaking for all of them. Goose had his hands on his son’s shoulder, who was still frozen from what he had heard.

“It took us 17 hours to find her. By the time we found her, she was covered in her own blood and fainted as soon as we got her to safety. She woke up a few days later, but stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks.”

The room stays silent, apart from the cries of Amelia and Peyton. 

“Is the bastard dead?”

Gibbs turned to see Bradley who was trying his hardest not to break down. He was not only upset, he was furious. Furious that he couldn’t protect her, mad at himself for not checking up on her sooner.

Gibbs nods. He and Ziva were the first ones to find her, and each took multiple shots at the man.

“I know it’s a lot to take in right now.”

“Why didn’t she tell us?” Amelia whimpers.

“She didn’t want to say anything because she was worried about what you would say.”

Peyton sighs. “She’s the one that got hurt and she worried about us.”

“Is that the reason she came back here?” Amelia asks Gibbs.

“She came back because she wanted to come home. Her panic attacks got a lot worse being in the field. She was going to therapy, but we all knew that her being home would make her feel better, surrounded by her family.”

Amelia nods before starting to cry again.

Bradley started becoming claustrophobic. He stood and rushed out of the room. It was too much for him.

— 

This can’t be happening. Less than 24 hours ago, he was holding her in his arms, now he may never be able to hold her again. She had suffered so much, and yet didn’t say anything. He should have known. He had so many things to still say to her, things he wanted to experience with her. But now he may never get the chance.

Finding a bench outside, Bradley sat down and buried his face into his hands. Tears started to run down his face as the emotions of the day began to hit him hard. 

Not long after he had sat down, the bench creaks from another weight sitting next to him. Bradley wipes his tears and takes his hands away from his face to see who had followed him out.

“Aurora talked about you a lot,” Gibbs breaks the silence. Bradley remained quiet, listening to what he had to say.

“She kept your bracelet in her desk, she was so scared to lose it out in the field. The first picture she put up when the team found out about her family was a photo of you and her brother. She kept all the postcards you sent her, and would always ask me what were good things to send for your care package,” Gibbs chuckles. 

“I knew she was a good agent, but I never knew all the dangers she had to face until now. I mean, she was suffering through so much and I just…I mean, I should have known,” Bradley whispers.

“You couldn’t have known.”

“I DID!” Bradley cried out. “I ignored all the signs because she told me she would come to me when she was ready. But this?! We promised we wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. This is why! How many times have I almost lost her?! How many times has she cried and I wasn’t there to protect her, to be there for her?! I-I can’t lose her, Gibbs.”

“You’re not going to lose her.”

“How do you know that?! You may not have known Aurora for long, but I’ve known her most of my life! How do you know that she’ll be fine?!” 

“Because she’s Aurora,” Gibbs states. “If there was one thing that Aurora stood by, it’s that we protect those we love. She kept this from you because she loves you and her family. She works and fights every day, just like you do to protect our country. She has the Benjamin-Mitchell blood in her. She’s a fighter,” he assures, placing a hand on Bradley’s shoulder.

Bradley sniffles and chuckles.

“She and Peyton say that all the time. The whole ‘Benjamin-Mitchell blood’ thing.”

Gibbs chuckles and retracts his hand. “She would whisper it to herself every time a case got rough. Guess I’ve heard it from her way too often.”

Bradley sighs before looking up at the sky.

“I can’t lose her, Gibbs. She’s my everything. I think about her every hour, every minute and every second I breathe. She makes me the best version of myself. She is the star I look up at in the night sky every time and know she’s always there.. Aurora is my home.”

Gibbs stills at hearing that phrase. Every hour, every minute, every second I breathe.

Aurora would always whisper that when she held a photo of Bradley and Peyton in her hands, doing the same when she held her bracelet in her hands as well. She told Gibbs it was a phrase that brought her comfort when things got low.

That no matter where her best friend and brother were in the world, she would always be thinking of them. It was a bond that no one could break.

“Aurora went through so much, but every time she came out even stronger. This time is no exception. She’ll be surrounded by family and people who love and care about her,” Gibbs comforts him.

The two sit in silence together for a moment before Bradley turns to the man next to him.

“She always talked highly of you. Said you were the reason she is the agent she is today.”

Gibbs shook his head. “She became a great agent all on her own. We work hard because you work hard. Each and every one of you who serve. Aurora became an agent to help protect those who serve when they come home. NCIS gave her that opportunity. You should be very proud of her.”

Bradley smiles at this. He was proud of her, even if he didn’t tell her often, he was proud of who she had grown to be. Even after all she’d gone through, she survived and she was still alive. That’s all Bradley could be thankful for.

—

Peyton went to take a walk inside the hospital with Goose, while Ziva and Tony arrived back to drop off the stuff they had bought. McGee and Abby had filled Ziva and Tony in on what had happened while they were gone.

Ziva goes to sit next to Amelia, who had just calmed down from crying, but still clinging onto CJ like a lifeline.

“Were you there? When Aurora was rescued?” Amelia asked her as soon as she sat down next to her. 

“I was.”

Amelia nodded at this and stayed silent.

“Your sister…,” Ziva started with a slight pause before continuing. “She fought her way through so much. She fought to come back home for you and your family. She told me that the reason she came back was that she was finally ready to let go of what had happened and come back to spend a life at home with her family.”

“I just…I wish I had known. All the sacrifices she made and all she had gone through. I used to be so mad when I never heard from her. When she came back, I was so happy to have my sister back. But, hearing that…I can’t believe I was ever mad at her.”

“It’s okay to feel all of those things, Amelia.” Ziva states, comforting her. “She always regretted not talking to you when she could. But this job takes a lot out of us. We’ve lost so much and sometimes when we go in a dark place, some don’t come back out. She didn’t want you to see her like that.”

Ziva lifts a necklace from under her shirt and shows Amelia. It was a necklace with a gold Star of David pendant.

“This was my little sister’s. Her name…was Tali.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“It is…Tali was my little sister and, where I come from, there’s so much hate and violence. When Tali was 16, she was killed in a Hamas suicide bombing.”

Amelia looks into Ziva’s eyes, seeing the hurt.

“It tore our family apart, and we were never the same since. I was a Mossad officer, and came here to be a liaison officer between Mossad and NCIS. But long story short, I left Mossad and became an official NCIS agent. And then, your sister came into our lives.”

Ziva smiles remembering the first time she met Aurora.

“She was so nervous at first, but soon, she became part of our team, our little family. She is stubborn, but she’s loyal and she cares so much about everyone. She became a little sister to me. And I wouldn’t change anything. Because it has led me to where I belong.”

Amelia smiles. “She is stubborn. She gets it from mom and Mav.”

They both chuckle before Ziva smiles at her. “She will be alright. I know she will be okay.”

Amelia sighs and continues to pet CJ. “Thank you, Ziva, for telling me your story, For everything. At least I knew she had someone even when we couldn’t be there for her.”

Ziva ruffles her head, lovingly, just like how she would do it to Aurora. Abby comes up to give Amelia some snacks and water, and sits besides them. The three girls make small talk together as they wait their turn to see Aurora.

—

“Uncle Goose, I’m fine, just please leave me alone.”

Peyton and Goose were standing in a secluded hallway. 

“Kid, you just heard about what happened to your sister. I am not leaving you.”

“I’m fine!”

“Pey-”

“I mean, as fine as a brother could be from hearing that his twin sister was tortured and hospitalized before! Not to mention that she might not even make it tonig–”

“Now you stop that. Your sister is going to be fine.”

“Is she, Goose?! I mean you heard the doctor! She might not even wake up, and what’s to say her state of mind after!”

Goose lets him rant while Peyton paces.

“I mean, why didn’t she say anything?! You all knew, but she couldn’t even tell us! She could have died! She could have died and would we even have known?! Why her, Goose?! Why didn’t she say anything?! Sh…I…” Peyton puts his back against the wall and slides down it. He puts his arms around his knees and sobs. 

Goose goes to sit next to him, letting him cry his emotions out.

A few minutes later, his crying subsidies, and all that was left were sniffles.

“You know, you’re taking this a lot better than your old man.”

Peyton laughs tearfully as he wipes his face with his hands.

“That bad, huh?”

“I mean, you know your dad. He may be strong and reckless, but when it comes to you and your sisters, even Amelia, you are his whole world. He blames himself for what happened.”

Peyton scoffs. “It’s not like he could have seen the future, he couldn’t have known.”

“Exactly Peyton, which is why you need to also not blame yourself. Your dad, as protective as he may be, understands why Aurora did what she did. Working for NCIS and not saying anything. Because she wanted to protect you. You and your dad have spent your whole lives worrying about her. She didn’t want you to worry about this.”

Peyton took in the words Goose had said to him. He just didn’t want his sister to hurt anymore, he wished he had told her, but he understood why. He was proud of her, that even with all that she went through, she can still smile and laugh today. And hopefully after all of this, she wouldn’t get hurt anymore.

“You doing alright in there kiddo?” Goose knocks on Peyton’s head as if he was knocking on a door after a few minutes of silence had passed. Peyton laughs.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. She’ll be okay,” Peyton affirms not only to the universe, but to himself.

—

After Penny and Maverick came back from seeing Aurora, everyone went in pairs, Peyton and Amelia, then Goose and Carole. They were shortly followed up by Aurora's team in pairs of their own, Ziva aside, stating she didn't want anyone to see her cry and therefore went in alone.

After Ziva, Iceman and Sarah dropped by to see her. The only one who had yet to see her still, was Bradley.

“Take your time, B,” Peyton tells Bradley when it eventually came to his turn visiting her.

The sight alone of seeing Aurora laying in that bed, all wrapped up in bandages was nearly enough to break Bradley down right then.

It was a reminder to him that he couldn’t protect her, and that this time, he failed to be her knight in shining armor.

Taking the seat beside her, he watched the rise and fall of Aurora’s chest. Whether or not it was by the machine’s support, at least he knew she was breathing.

“Hey, princess.”

He knew he wasn’t going to get a response, but talking to her always made him feel better.

“The doctors don’t know if you’re able to hear what we say to you, but I don’t care if you hear me or not.”

Bradley hesitates before continuing to speak.

“Your team is pretty cool. Gibbs is really intimidating, like you’ve told me before, but seeing him in person, I see what you mean,” he chuckles.

“They told me about…about what happened, your scars, the panic attacks. Princess, I don’t know why you had to hide it all from us. I wish you told us, but I get you weren’t ready to say anything yet. Just know that when you wake up, I will spend every day making sure you’re alright, and the days that you aren’t, I want to be there for you. I will make up for all the time we lost.”

Bradley reaches for her hand and clutches it in both of his. “Gibbs said that the director of NCIS will be awarding you an award. But I know you don’t care about a stupid award. You did it to save those people. We’re so proud of you, princess. I’m so proud of you.”

The beeping of the machine fills with silence.

“So you keep on fighting, princess. Because, I don’t know how to do anything without you. Because I think of you every hour, every minute, and every second I breathe. Because, I love you Aurora, and I want us to finally have a life together, to finally be together. And I hate that time never gave us that chance, but if you just hold on a little longer, I promise I will spend every day fighting for you, for us.” 

Bradley kisses her hand as the tears run down his face. It soon was quiet, except for the beeping of the machine. All Bradley could do was watch her lay there, and that is all that mattered to him in that moment. 

Because that was the sound of her still breathing; alive and fighting.

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[bitchinbarzal]

26. Character A can't wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is thir neighbor and can
help. with Peyton Krebs being the one who can’t wrap presents, thanks lovely❤️

A knock on your door had you second guessing who it was, nobody knocked on your door usually.

You hadn’t ordered food and your friends usually text.

You used the peep hole to see and found your neighbour standing on the other side. Opening the door you peered around

“Hey Peyton, you okay?”

He blushed, hand behind his head scratching “Um, yeah do you- do you know how to wrap gifts?”

You blinked slowly “Wrap… gifts? Like normal Christmas gifts?” He nodded.

“I mean yeah, I can why?”

“I was nominated to wrap the gifts for the kids at Buffalo children’s hospital for the team but I can’t wrap and I worry I am going to loose my patience and also finish my tape before most of it is stuck on my hands”

You stifled a laugh “Okay, I’ll come help but only because of the kids!”

His hands went up in ‘defence’ and he said “only the kids!”

You spent the night teaching him how to wrap and then wrapped the kids gifts while he wrote the tags and cut the tape.

“Look, we’re the dream team!” He announced and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you did this to spend time with me”

He looked up “I can’t wrap and the kids needed gifts but spending time with you was a massive plus because I was this close to asking old man Steve next to door the other side” he commented and you laughed at his face.

“I’m glad you asked me in that case” smiling.

“Me too, I mean after this I could use a dinner buddy?”

Ever the skeptic you looked over “is that words for ‘a date’ ?”

“Yeah, i’m asking you on a date”

“Well i’m saying yes”

Five years on and you still receive Christmas presents from your now husband that looked like they were wrapped by a blind t-rex as he claims you taught him nothing that day he was too busy staring at you.

[zalrb]

OTH 3x01 Rewatch Review

1.  I did not expect a rush of nostalgia to hit me hearing “Feeling A Moment” play in the opening scene but I’m grinning.

2. “I’ve been here alone all night!” way to be obvious, Deb.

3. the inferior ‘hi’

4. “Let’s get you home.” “Uh uh, I can’t be there alone. Will you stay with me?” Why did I see Peyton’s terrible art when she said the last part? Hahaha, I hate them so much.

5. IIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYY

6. Lucas didn’t meet Brooke at the airport with flowers, he met his mother instead, so obviously he never loved her.

7. Nothing screams 2000s like this fucking hair

8. “It didn’t matter without you, none of it mattered without you” then why didn’t you ask him to come with you, Haley, my god.

9. At least he put her stuff in storage and didn’t throw it out or give it away.

10. “There wasn’t a moment when I was away that my heart wasn’t with you in Tree Hill”, he got into a car crash and you didn’t visit him at the hospital, Haley.

11. omg look their chemistry disappeared

12. You match your wallpaper, Lucas

13.

14. “It’s always going to be there isn’t it? You and me.” This is what I’m talking about when I talk about how much I hate Peyton and Lucas, this is the STUPIDEST line, her and Nathan is always going to be there too, you and Nicki, that isn’t unique to you two. “They mean that their profound love is always going to be there” how profound could it be when this is the ridiculous dialogue they have.

15.

jfc i hate this show.

16. I like how all of OTH’s clothes look like they’re from Old Navy. NO BUDGET.

17. Peyton is so freaking exhausting.

18. Haley comes back to Tree Hill SO indignant and it’s laughable.

19. “There was never a day on that tour when I didn’t think you were the best part of my life”

.... are you sure? Because mans literally drove up to see you and you were like soooooooooo I think we made a mistake.

20.  LMAO YOU LEFT ONE MESSAGE, HALEY.

21. “There was never a night where I loved it more than I loved you” bro, you didn’t even call him regularly. I’m rewatching The Sopranos for the millionth time and Tony can call his mistress when he and his daughter make a pit stop at a gas station on her college tour but you can’t call your husband at least once a week? Girl.

22. Does Haley not know how rent works? Why would she think she could just have her apartment back when Nathan moved out?

23. I like how Brooke said she rented the apartment, YOU NEED A COSIGNER. Hell, even Nathan would’ve needed a cosigner emancipated or not, that boy has no credit, jesus christ.

24. OTH’s blatant Sunkist promotion makes me laugh every time. No one is going to drink it.

25. It is SO clear that there aren’t anything in these boxes.

26. “Hey, Mouth, nice work! Brooke gets a place of her own and you already got her in the bedroom.” Heehee slutshaming.

27. And, like, if it was one or two of these types of things then it would be like haha, in jest, but Peyton STAYS slutshaming Brooke.

28. “... a couple of those creepy ‘nobody understands me’ drawings that you do.” I love Brooke.

29.”My problem is with anybody who just vanishes and then waltzes back and expects to be instantly forgiven” and my problem is with people who say they’re someone’s best friend and then repeatedly breaks their heart by hooking up with their boyfriend.

30. Oh look, another shot of Peyton looking morose. Such a change of pace.

31. Haley begging Nathan while trying to physically connect with him and trying to get him to forgive her through sex

is actually pretty quality angst and high key cringe at the same time, like I’m secondhand embarrassed but it’s actually one of my favourite Naley scenes because it’s realistic

32. Lmao Dan and his lack of nuance is always funny. “What you call kindness, I call weakness” OK.

33. “Six billion people--” I’m done.

[lismarstclair]

Has Lisette been in love?

"Love has so many avenues to explore; it would be impossible to have never felt it," tilting her head, she rests her cheek on her clenched fist, "The greeks had words to describe the different forms of love they experienced. Eros, Philia, and Agape."

"Eros is the one that people are most likely to think of when they ask about 'being in love'. It is hot and passionate love. The kind that people often claim they feel when committing a 'crime of passion'. I thought I felt it when I was younger and dating a man named Fletcher, but that was likely the drugs," Lisette laughs at her own honesty before crossing her arms protectively over her chest, "I've felt that before when I was with Cole. It is only fitting that such a blinding love would result in such deep pain and distrust. Lastly, I felt it with Théo, or at least I did in the beginning. That is something people shy away from talking about- not so much the ending of love, but the slow descent of falling out of love."

"Philia is that of 'brotherly love'. Not always centering around a 'sexual' attraction, but rather loyal and noble love that you can have for someone else," Lisette smiles while her hands fall to her lap, "Aurélie was the first person I understood this love for. Of course, most would say 'she is your cousin- of course, you love her' but I would say it is a different connection. Being so young when she was born, in some ways we grew up together, but in many others, I feel a protective nature over her. I feel a level of loyalty towards that young woman that is only rivaled by my Aunt Adrienne." Shifting, Lisette laces her fingers together before continuing, "Though I know I annoy him to gray hair, Laurent would be in this category. He is a good man; though, he would likely argue that statement. One of the few I ever allow to see me vulnerable, and the only person who-" Lisette stops speaking, her body tensing, and she begins rubbing her fingers together. Her form of self-soothing from the onslaught of memories. Some of being in the hospital where he was the only one she would allow to see her fresh scars, to just recently when he held her on the bathroom floor while she suffered a panic attack, "-who... who I can say with admiration has stood by me in my worst times."

"Now the last being Agape." clenching her hands to pop her knuckles and release the tension in her body. She has to push the memories away. She will deal with them later. "This type is broader, but it is just as strong. It encompasses all those of all points of our lives. In this case, I could point to my departed friend Maya, Emilia, Val, and Peyton. So many others too," Chuckling, Lisette adds, "I have a child with the man, but Étienne fits best in this group. He is proof to me that people can move freely between categories. Some days- most days in fact- he is in this group, but not always. People move and change in your life, so the love you feel for them can change too. For many years Théo was in this category- until he wasn't. Though I am sure he will resent me for all of the time, he would still fit in this group in my heart."

Sitting back in her chair, Lisette smiles softly, "Love is complicated, but I am thankful to know I have experienced it on so many levels, be it briefly or lifelong."

[ssolessurvivor]

Headcanon

Logan's military friends are a huge influence on the man he became after recovery. They were all stationed together in Logan's first tour on Earth and he kept in touch as best he could when he was up on Mimas. Their bond only strengthened over time (think similar vibes to Peyton and the football players from The Game Plan).

When they learned that Logan was home and in the hospital, they were some of the first visitors he had when he was awake and coherent. They of course brought a ton of flowers and balloons to brighten up his room for the whole family. They helped whenever they could, offering to run errands and help the family with meals and taking care of the small things so they could spend as much time with Logan as possible (this was also highly prevalent when Logan was in his induced coma). All of this assistance helped keep morale positive for everyone, even some of the nursing staff.

They never hesitated when they were asked to testify on Logan's character at the televised trial and they supported him in helping him write his victim's statement. They even went to the Mimas members funeral with Logan and were the acting pallbearers in his place.

Post hospital release, the six veterans were right there to help get the house in order and help Mel assist with Logan's long term care plans and rehabilitation exercises. When he was no longer housebound, they really pushed and encouraged Logan to get back out and do things again, all while being attentive to his limits. They were also very attentive to helping build him a good exercise plan that worked for him and didn't strain his body too much (which he still uses to this day). They would go quadding and road trips on their motorcycles, complete hiking challenges and national park explorations with camping thrown in there every so often to get away from home. BBQs in the summer gave way to comfy get togethers in the winter for movies and gaming nights (in which they have far too long and boisterous games of jenga in his living room).

They helped pull Logan out of his depression (even though he can still lapse back into it from time to time), and he wouldn't be who he is without them.

[zetasdiary]

“Where’s V?”

“Oh, he had to go to the hospital for emergency surgery.”

There was a knock on the door and surely it wasn’t V. Then dad opened the door.

“Bass, I’m so sorry.” Aunt Sandra came and hugged dad. And then mom walked towards them and hugged Auntie. She was crying in her shoulder.

“Tannya, I’m so sorry, i came as soon as i heard about it.” She wiped mom’s tears.

After that, she saw me and walked towards where i stand. “Come here baby.” She hugged me tightly like she was the one who loss a child. “I love you and Xavier so much.”

Mom and dad sat on the sofa together while me and Auntie sat on the dining table.

“The funeral will be held 3 days from now, wednesday.” Said dad. “The coroner said we can take Xen’s body on tuesday because.” He didn’t finished his sentences.

“Alright i will take care of everything. You just need to sit here. Okay? I gotta go.” Auntie Sand just walked away leaving you and your parents.

Then i joined mom and dad by sitting in the middle of them. “Should we visit Uriel? We haven’t heard anything from him since last night.”

Mom shook her head. “No, he still need his time and let us just leave him alone for today.”

I nodded.

“Should we go to grab some breakfast or coffee?” Dad asked us and me and mom nodded.

-

I saw mom and dad cried and hugging each other as Xen’s casket was put down on the ground. Uriel and V was holding on to each other. Me? I was just stood alone, I couldn’t shed any tears because my feelings were numb. My family were all here. From mom and dad’s side. Even my cousin Austin was here since he lived in Australia with his wife.

How could you leave me here alone, Xen?

The funeral was over and now all of us are going to home because there was a wake.

“Jet, lets go.” Uriel shouted as i was about to walked the opposite direction.

“I think I’m going to home alone with taxi.”

He sighed. “We all through the same thing, jet. We all lost him. Okay? Talk to me if you need someone to, and don’t ever shut me or V down, okay? We are your brothers and you are our sister. Now lets get to the house together with mom and dad.”

I slowly nodded and followed him to the car.

Hour later we arrived at home. I saw mom and dad were greeted by their friends. Uriel and V were talked with their friends. Me? I was just hiding in the kitchen, hoping people wouldn’t notice me.

But guess what? My cousins were came closer. Not that i hate them, i love them dearly but i just want to be alone.

“Zeezee, I’m so sorry about Vier.” Peyton made the first talk.

“Yeah, we all here for you if you need anything.” Said Froy.

I was only smiled and nodded.

“We mean it, Zee. Talk to us, we are your cousins.” Said Debra. She was one of the cousins i was really close to. I mean i and Peyton were close too, but Debra was closer.

“Thank you all, but i just want to be alone, if you all don’t mind?” I asked them politely and they accepted it by moved away from me.

But not in a minute three people came to me.

“Hey... Zeta." A man made an introduction. "We're Xavier's friend from New York, I'm Franklin, he's Matt and she's Karen."

I smiled.

"We're sorry for your loss," Matt started to talk.  "He was a good friend to us. He helped us tirelessly when we got a hard case. He was an amazing person i have ever met." My eyes was all over Matt when he spoke because he was wearing red glasses. Oh, i knew. He was blind. Xen ever mention about his friends from New York and one of them is blind.

"I know all of you. He told me about you guys several times. You all so lovely to him and I'm thankfull for that. And thank you so much to came." Your tears fell down. You were so touched when Xen was mentioned as an amazing person by his friends.

Then Matt gave me his handkerchief. It was odd but you took it. “Thanks.”

“We’re gonna talk to your parents if you don’t mind. See you around, Zeta.” Said Karen. They waved and you waved back to them. They were so lovely.

So many people mostly i didn’t know saying their deep condolences, and now i walked upstairs to take rest. I passed by his room and decided to opened it. It was so tidy and almost forgot there was a fight in here. I entered and slept on his bed. It was a new sheet. I could still smell his perfume. Then i cried to his pillow. I couldn’t yell his name without him being annoyed again. He was my other half.

But then i realized i still have two brothers that needs to be loved. So i got up, went downstairs and met them.

“Jet,” V noticed me. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” I smiled to both of them. “I love you and now i only have you two and our parents.” I hugged them both.

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

It’s a Date (Again) by Jeneva Rose

Losing your memories wouldn’t be easy ~ Waking to three attractive men claiming to be your boyfriend and not remembering any of them wouldn’t make it any easier. Throw in friends willing to help you figure out which of the three was the one you had decided you loved, dates to be gone on that might trigger or assist your memories, and wanting to get it right and you have a bit of a dilemma. One of Peyton’s friends told her to wait till she remembered but if she had…this book wouldn’t have happened so…off to the dating game Peyton went.

This was a fun, easy, sweet read that was somewhat predictable. It was a nice escape to spend time with Peyton, meet her friends, and find out how she finally decides who the man she loves truly is. You can’t always know what is inside a book by the cover and that is true of the men in Peyton’s life. I was pretty sure who she would end up with and the conclusion was satisfying as Peyton did end up with the best man for her.

The characters were well developed and easy to get to know. Mayba, Robbie, Debbie, Hank, and Anthony were supportive, kind, and honest. Nash, Tyler, and Shawn were worthy potential beaus ~ at least in the beginning and a few might be worth of stories of their own.

This was the first book I have read by this author and would like to thank her, Montlake, and Netgalley for the ARC – This is my honest review.

3-4 Stars

BLURB

One lovestruck woman. Three handsome boyfriends—and strangers. A unique dating adventure awaits in a hilarious and heartwarming romantic comedy by New York Times bestselling author Jeneva Rose. A guy told me he loved me tonight. Peyton Sanders hopes it’s not too late to say it back. Done with dead-end relationships and swiping right, she knows who her heart belongs to. But as she races to tell him how she feels, she’s hit by a car and wakes up with amnesia. It gets worse. Peyton has no clue who the three men who show up at her hospital bed are except they each claim to be her boyfriend. They’re certainly worth remembering. A rustic-looking contractor—heaven in flannel. A tailored consultant with a smile to die for. And a tattooed chef with a box of homemade chocolates, both delicious. Peyton’s friends Maya and Robbie have an idea: date each man again. Recognizing her soulmate should be as easy as one, two, three. On a wildly romantic and dizzyingly funny journey, Peyton runs once again toward love. This time, hopefully, her heart can guide her where her mind cannot.

[mtvjedi]

the bar is so low for doctors with me if they say thank you and help me make sure the patient is cleaned up, i will love you forever.

[wearelondonhq]

(kayla) welcome to london, ELENA GILBERT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like CAMILA QUEIROZ? well, no matter, we hear that you are 29 and working as an SURGICAL RESIDENT AT ST. GEORGE’S HOSPITAL. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES and have a tendency to be MERCIFUL as well as HASTY.

(kayla) welcome to london, LARA JEAN COVEY! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like LANA CONDOR? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as a ENGLISH LIT MAJOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE and have a tendency to be TENDER as well as FANCIFUL.

(kayla) welcome to london, MILES MORALES! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JHARREL JEROME? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as an GRAFFITI ARTIST & STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDERVERSE and have a tendency to be JOCULAR as well as HESITANT.

(kayla) welcome to london, PEPPER POTTS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JESSICA CHASTAIN? well, no matter, we hear that you are 49 and working as an ASSISTANT AT STARK INDUSTRIES. we also hear that you currently DON’T HAVE your memories from MARVEL and have a tendency to be SELF-RELIANT as well as BRAZEN.

(kayla) welcome to london, PEYTON SAWYER! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like MADELYN CLINE? well, no matter, we hear that you are 25 and working as a BARTENDER AT THE SUN TAVERN. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from ONE TREE HILL and have a tendency to be QUICK-WITTED as well as GLOOMY.

(kayla) welcome to london, TROY BOLTON! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like GAVIN CASALEGNO? well, no matter, we hear that you are 23 and working as a PERFORMING ARTS MAJOR. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL and have a tendency to be SOCIABLE as well as TEMPERAMENTAL.

(kayla) welcome to london, RANDY MEEKS! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like TYLER LEPLEY? well, no matter, we hear that you are 35 and working as a SCREENWRITER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from SCREAM and have a tendency to be PERCEPTIVE as well as WISEACRE.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, elena gilbert, lara jean covey, miles morales, pepper potts, peyton sawyer, troy bolton & randy meeks! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome kayla, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

[indynewssource]

Reading Time: 2 minutes INDIANAPOLIS — 16 patients from Peyton Manning Children’s Hospital showed off...

[gettinby]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄⠀⠀ ‟⠀⠀⠀⠀… ⠀⠀⠀notice ⠀⠀all ⠀⠀the ⠀⠀colors ⠀⠀that ⠀⠀you ⠀⠀seeing ⠀⠀in ⠀⠀your ⠀⠀head ⠀. ⠀⠀now ⠀⠀strip ⠀⠀away ⠀⠀that ⠀⠀shit ⠀⠀and ⠀⠀𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 ⠀⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞 ⠀⠀𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⠀⠀feel ⠀⠀it ⠀⠀spread ⠀, ⠀⠀𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ⠀⠀𝑖𝑠 ⠀⠀𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ⠀⠀𝑖𝑠 ⠀⠀𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ⠀⠀𝑡𝑜 ⠀⠀𝑏𝑒 ⠀⠀𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 ⠀⠀𝑎𝑠 ⠀⠀𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅⠀⠀⠀ ／⠀⠀headcanons⠀ , ⠀⠀threads⠀ , ⠀⠀starter call

the beginning of peyton’s life is far from unique . growing up in west yorkshire with a less than stable nuclear family , it’s one story of millions that begin that way .

a mother who worked away from home much of the time with her job at the hospital and a father who mostly sat on the couch getting drunk while peyton was left in charge of the store - peyton loved her mother very much , looked up to her and everything she wanted to be was her ; kind, compassionate, firm - seemingly bulletproof, all traits to be desired, especially in a mans world. it’s safe to say, the estate would be lost without aveline - everyone who knew her could not imagine a life without her, no matter how minor the role she played . her father , edward well … the exact opposite , he was self absorbed , selfish and only ever did things if it benefited him - he didn’t shy away from emotionally abusive behavior and that could often become physical - he was miserable, and peyton resented him . she was never close enough with him to understand why he was the way he was - she didn’t want to know, there was no desire to . during the day , peyton had no choice but to help him out at his store - basic goods, mostly food . he took advantage of this , making peyton do most of the work while he took off and did whatever he wanted - though, she didn’t complain too much unless it was a busy day , she liked helping the local area, liked meeting people and liked talking to the locals - peyton spent most of her life avoiding him , it was a bonus when he actively took himself out of the equation .

when not working , peyton could always be found with a journal in her hand or a book . she loved to read , loved to get lost in fiction - to go someplace better . if she wasn’t at the shop working , she was on some stairs , sitting on a wall or on a park bench practicing her writing skills and doing whatever possible to become better . literature had grabbed her soul and there was no turning back . she had dreams of becoming a writer, of being a voice heard in a world where not many had the chance . the appeal caused her to become dizzy, the day dreams too intoxicating .

when the announcement came of the first world war , peyton instantly broke down in tears - she knew what it meant - she also knew her mother would be sent abroad under the red cross to help on the front lines with her nursing skills - she was respected, looked up to, peyton would call them fools for not asking for her help - and yet, there was natural resentment that came with it . she didn’t want her to go , and offered to voluntarily go alongside her . in was the first time she’s heard her mother so stern , so forceful “absolutely not, there is work to be done here - “ and peyton took that to heart. they were at least taking it better than edward, who was already ranting about the draft and making a fit.

during the years, peyton did everything she could - keeping the store alive as best she could and helping keep the locals fed - and in her free time, she didn’t want to hear the voices - and volunteered to teach children how to read and look after them while their parents were working, to offer some sort of education - literacy, she no expert by any means, but was far ahead than most - she also wrote experts in her free time, sending them to the local paper and getting her words published - anonymous at first, but eventually, become more consistent - small fictional stories, light and dark - on top of opinions about the current events and offering advice in ways to look after yourself while also keeping busy and keeping the mind from going dark… was peyton doing this in a healthy way ? no, hardly sleeping, hardly eating and neglecting herself - but, was still busy and productive, that’s all that mattered. there were even times where if mind came up blank for the paper, where peyton was teaching herself nursing skills - bandaging, sickness - anything that made her useful, though learning these skills also provided a little bit of healing - it made her feel closer to her mother, really made her feel like she was following in her footsteps.

then, the messenger came, and peyton crumbled the moment the door was shut : AVELINE PALMER , DEAD BY BOMB STRIKE . peyton couldn’t breath, instantly going into a panic attack as her whole world came to a halt, there was a nagging voice in the back of mind that this would happen, but she was running, EVERYONE was having those bad thoughts - it doesn’t mean they would come true - peyton tried to remain the same, to keep going, but learning this had peyton spacing out, forgetting sentences half way through speaking, forgetting what she was doing in the midst of doing them - she was grieving, but in a world where everyone was she felt like she didn’t have the right to it - not that it stopped her, but the guilt attached made it worse.

by the end of the war , of course , edward came back - and the celebration was lost on peyton the moment he stormed into the house like he owned the place . she hates him, and doesn’t see why the bad people always return and the good ones are lost . it was only a couple of weeks after he came home that peyton packed up her bags, sorted out her affairs and left for good - she couldn’t stand to be around him, especially with the excuse of what her went through in the war being thrown at him, including those around her saying to cut him some slack and have some empathy - petyon didn’t even have it in her to pretend.

shelby assistant ver.

peyton wanted a fresh start . to be someone else, someone new. in an attempt to start this new journey, of being alone indefinitely - peyton told herself she would stop at nothing at writing her novel, even if being published would never happen, at least she would have done something that was a lifelong dream, ever since she was small - though, even if it appeared that reality had slipped through fingers - it hadn’t.  and peyton knew that before even starting the book, a stable income was required - something that would keep a roof over her head and food on the table - without much thought, peyton put her cv out to anyone who would take it, marking down her organization skills, writing abilities, ambitions and ability to work well under pressure, including her self taught nursing skills and if any workplace accident occurred, she’d be able to help out to the best of her abilities, and if needed - was willing to learn more.  in enters the shelby limited company, after a rather intense interview - peyton managed to hold her own, she wasn’t expecting to get that job acceptance letter in the mail - but it’s safe to say, she was very excited to see where life would lead her.  a study in bravery, being strong in different ways, hardening through time and evolving ( for better or for worse, it’s yet to be decided. )

journalist ver.

after sending snippets to the newspaper back in her hometown, peyton found herself drawn to truth telling - while her desire was still to write her own fictional novel and become published was still very much there, there was something about telling true stories that managed to grab hold of her . to keep people informed, to be in the heart of a newsroom and experience writing stories of others, of becoming a voice for the people who don’t have one - to speak for the unspoken, peyton wanted to be something more .  peyton was hired almost on the spot , though it wasn’t the fantasy she’d accidentally sold herself - it was less writing and taking interviews of those in the area and more grabbing coffee and lunch for her bosses. though, that didn’t dampen her spirits, and peyton wasn’t the one to quit - she dived into the story anyway, and as a result, accidentally uncovered corruption , hidden stories & bought off officials / co workers . a study in morality , staying true to oneself & the battle between truth and lies & being underestimated.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

445 of 2022

Created by joybucket

Do you regularly....

paint?

draw?

drink coffee?

drink tea?

curl your hair?

straighten your hair?

pray?

read the Bible?

worship?

play online games?

watch movies?

watch television?

read books?

daydream?

Would you ever....

dye your hair a wild color?

get a tattoo?

get a piercing?

bungee jump?

skydive?

dance in public?

sing a solo?

travel to Africa?

ride an elephant?

travel to Europe? (lol)

travel to Asia?

travel solo?

travel to New York City?

ask out your crush? (too shy for that, sadly)

Can you....

sing?

dance?

play an instrument?

touch your nose to your tongue?

lick the tip of your nose?

do the splits?

do a cartwheel?

draw?

write neatly?

write in cursive?

speak another language?

whistle?

pop your fingers out of joint?

read minds?

Are you....

lovely?

beautiful?

double jointed?

artistic?

bold?

boring?

encouraging?

loving?

nice?

positive?

passive?

passionate?

ambitious?

sensitive?

honest?

romantic?

intelligent?

unique?

creative?

generous?

miserable?

optimistic?

pessimistic?

mentally ill?

sane?

weird?

different?

special?

anointed?

Do you like....

math?

tea?

coffee?

English?

writing in cursive?

creative writing?

to dance?

to sing?

to pray?

chocolate?

smoothies?

sushi?

pie?

playing Truth or Dare?

Have you ever....

tried to redo your room to make it look like a room you saw on Pinterest?

tried to give yourself a hairstyle you found online?

set up a prayer corner in your room?

had an imaginary friend?

written on the side of a bathroom stall?

fallen asleep with your clothes on?

fallen in a pool fully clothed?

gotten sick from inhaling nail polish remover?

realized that life is amazing?

thought about ending your life?

cried in public?

sat on a rooftop with a friend?

written a letter to a celebrity? (when I was 10 or so)

wished on a shooting star?

Do you remember....

Gigapets?

Pikachu?

Pokemon cards?

Furby?

pogs?

the show Taina?

the show Caitlin's Way?

when the Spice Girls performed on All That?

when the very first episode of Spongebob aired?

what you were doing on Sept. 11, 2001?

Aaron Carter?

N Sync?

choker necklaces?

"LiveStrong" wristbands?

Did you ever....

play with Barbies?

own an American Girl doll?

watch Nickelodeon?

obsess over a celebrity?

crush on a celebrity?

have imaginary friends?

play tag?

take swimming lessons?

take ballet?

take piano lessons?

have the flu?

have to go to the hospital?

dream of running away as a teenager?

get picked first in gym class?

Do you/have you listened to...

Avril Lavigne?

Carrie Underwood?

Taylor Swift?

Paramore?

Black Eyed Peas?

A-Teens?

Play?

Aaron Carter?

The Backstreet Boys?

The Spice Girls?

S Club 7?

Hillsong?

Casting Crowns?

The Jonas Brothers?

Have you ever played...

Monopoly?

Truth or Dare?

Heads Up 7 Up?

Red Rover?

Tic Tac Toe?

Four Square?

Apples to Apples?

Chutes and Ladders?

Bingo?

Uno?

Go Fish?

Never Have I Ever?

Two Truths and a Lie?

If You Really Knew Me?

Roller Coaster Tycoon?

American Girls Premiere?

Operation?

Candy Crush Saga?

Mahjong Titans?

Yahtzee?

YoVille/YoWorld?

Mario Party?

Mario Kart?

Zelda?

The Sims?

Pac Man?

Ski ball?

poker?

beer pong?

Do you like these names (for a girl)?...

Skye

Skylar

Eliana

Claire

Sierra

Madison

Peyton

Aurora

Bianca

Joanna

Siona

Felicity

Ellery

Epiphany

Do you like these names (for a boy)?....

Deklan

Dylan

Denver

Dallas

David

Adam

John

Spencer

Ryan

Storm

Scott

Justin

Meverick

Brennan

Would you ever dye your hair...

dark brown?

light brown?

blonde?

gray?

white?

purple?

pink?

green?

teal/turquoise/aqua?

burgundy?

red (the natural hair color red)?

red (as in, bright red)?

magenta?

periwinkle?

Would you ever get a tattoo of...

a cross?

a peace sign?

a quote?

someone's name?

a heart?

something insignificant?

a skull?

a flower?

a Japanese symbol?

a continent?

an elephant?

an awareness ribbon?

a fish?

stars?

What are you allergic to?

dust

pollen

mold

pet dander

mosquitoes

bees (if so, how do you react to them?) // just swelling

peanuts

tree nuts

another food

a medication

latex

grass

a type of glue or paint?

something else (if so, what?)

Have you ever been...

bullied?

excluded?

persecuted?

harassed?

molested?

abused?

raped?

assaulted?

yelled at?

shoved?

hurt?

heartbroken?

sick?

shy?

embarrassed?

loved?

complimented?

insulted?

discriminated against? (yeah xenophobia)

hugged?

attacked?

fired?

homeless?

close to being homeless?

manipulated?

lonely?

isolated for a long and unhealthy period of time? (yeah 2020 lol)

neglected?

ignored?

Do you believe in...

the supernatural?

angels?

demons?

God?

Jesus?

The Holy Spirit?

Heaven?

Hell?

yourself?

aliens?

genies?

fairies?

mermaids?

werewolves?

Do you consider yourself...

beautiful?

spiritual?

religious?

gifted?

talented?

unique?

free-spirited?

gentle?

free?

alone?

carefree?

alive?

blessed?

spoiled?