are you bored yet?

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annacarpenter·:

“So basically, what you’re saying is that me being abducted would basically save the entire world from being taken over by aliens. I’d basically be a worldwide hero.” She thought about it a bit while Charlie collected the food from the kitchen, would being abducted be worth the fame? “I’m sure whatever they served me wouldn’t be nearly as good as your food,” she said as she grabbed a cookie from the tray he brought over. A smile grew at his next words, “good to know, I’ll keep that in mind” a big part of her wished Gavin had already moved in. She raised an eyebrow as she bit into a cookie and taking her mug of horchata. “I have no idea what Ghibil is, we’ll have to watch that next sleepover. Personally I’ve been in the mood for CoCo” Curling her legs up on to the couch, as she sank into the cushions Anna felt a wave of comfort wash over her. For the first time in a long time Anna had a feeling of being at home.

     “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He laughed, though if he were honest, he wasn’t entirely show what he was saying. The joking banter shared between the two wasn’t something he was use to. He did know that he enjoyed it, and that he always looked forward to it. Even if he said something way beyond the ordinary Anna was always quick to match his energy. “I appreciate that. Especially, because if there’s anyone who has memorized your taste by now it should be me.” A little bout of knowledge he took pride in. Charlie was beginning to understand why it was that he felt warm inside every time he made a meal for her, but he knew Anna had a lot on her metaphorical plate. Probably a lot more than he put on her literal plate. He was a bit scared of adding to that. Though her keeping in mind the possibility of the two of them sharing a bed did make him want to question why she had been open to it. All he needed was one small confirmation he thought. “What? Are you serious?” He questioned as he paused. The shock of her not knowing what studio Ghibli was hitting him. “Spirited Away? Howl’s Moving Castle? My neighbor Tortoro?” He listed off as he lowered himself beside her. “Tú me traes un poco loco. Un poquititito loco.” He sang softly both in response to her not knowing Ghibli, but also as a confirmation that he was perfectly fine with watching Coco for the night.

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annacarpenter·:

Anna couldn’t help but laugh at Charlie’s depiction of her in a UFO. “You have a point, I think they’d want to return me pretty fast though. Cause you’re right, I’d have a million questions and I’d be a very harsh critique of their food. I’m imagining green and purple slime.” She nodded in agreement, her and Gavin had always gotten along well she was sure he wouldn’t mind. “True, but if Gavin moves into the spare room where am I gonna sleep? You gonna make room for me in your bed?” She let out a light laugh, mostly kidding, not that she would mind sharing a bed with Charlie. “I have no idea what those are but I’m sure they’re delicious, I’ll start looking for the movie, I just have to know, are you more of Disney or Dreamworks kind of guy?”

     At the sound of her laughter it was easy for him to follow along. The images they had been painting were easy to find funny, but he found he was enjoying the sound of her laughter a lot more. “Whatever brings you home sooner right? When it works it works --- and, on the bright side, you got to try some amazing alien cuisine, and they probably won’t abduct anyone from this planet ever again should your critiques hurt their feelings.” He offered, his voice coming from the kitchen as he placed a few of the cuban styled cookies to a plate, and poured the two of them a helping of horchata before making his way back into the living room. The words that follow instantly bringing heat to his cheeks, and he found he was grateful for the plate in his hand as it gave him something to focus on as he spoke. “I wouldn’t be a good host if I made you sleep on the couch, would I?” he offered in return. Throat being cleared as he was suddenly too afraid to look her direction. “I don’t think I’ve ever really thought about it? I usually stick to the Ghibli movies, but how about we watch your favorite movie?”

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annacarpenter·:

“We all have our weaknesses Charlie, okay? Mine just happen to be men breaking in to my room, wrapping me in a blanket and taking off with me into the wilderness never to be found again. Or being snatched up while hanging out at the playground, or being abducted by a UFO and no one believing me. All completely rational things.” Even as she said it she knew they weren’t all that rational, at least now. When she was alone on the road? Maybe a little bit more of a possibility. “Am I? Careful, might come to regret that. Bare sounds good though, less places for people to hide, as long as you check under the bed first.”  Anna smiled at the suggested plans before nodding, “sounds perfect, I’m feeling better already.”

     “You had me up until the UFO because that actually sounds like a lot of fun, and I’m certain you’d have more than enough questions for them. Plus --- they’d want to keep you alive so they would have to feed you which means you’d have the scoop on some of the best, or worst, alien recipes.” He teased with a soft laugh, unable to take himself seriously as he spoke. “Of course you are. I could never regret it though, being around you is always a good time. I’m sure Gavin would agree with me if he moves in. “I actually made some torticas de moron earlier today so I’ll go grab those if you want to pick out the movie?”

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e-bitfield·:

Erin smiled, “That’s very generous of you. Seriously, though, if I wasn’t caught up in reading this drama online I would have offered the seat sooner.”

     “Online drama?” He questioned as he made himself comfortable, eyebrow quirked with curiosity. “Is it okay to ask what happened?”

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carter-penn·:

“it sucks, man. I know Amazon is taking over the world but I would rather shop there or Target. I can’t go back there.” he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

     “Amazon is insanely scary --- they have a grocery store in some places with a cart that self scans your items as you load them into the cart. Absolutely terrifying.”

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annacarpenter·:

( @vestalanding· )

“I’m not saying I’m scared I just think that because I watched 12 hours of unsolved mysteries if something happens I’ve learned two is better than one…” Anna wasn’t really sure where she was going with this. “Okay fine- I’m terrified, can I please stay with you tonight?”

     “Did realize you scared so easily.” He commented with a soft smile as he held back a laugh. The things that scared Charlie the most were things like social interaction, and rejection. Horror movies, murder-mysteries, and true crime were a lot easier to sit through than being aware of his own existence. “You’re always welcome here Anna. You don’t even have to ask...--- the guest room is pretty bare right now if you’d like? I cleaned it out for Gavin just in case he wants to move in, but it’s yours for however long you need it. We can pop in some non-scary movies until you think you can sleep? I’ll make treats?”

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carter-penn·:

“Hell is Wal-Mart. I’m just going to online shop from here on out.”

@vestalanding

     “It’s an actual labyrinth in that place. It’s no wonder it’s always packed, no one can ever find their way out.” 

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e-bitfield·:

“Oh, no, go ahead. The chair’s open. I didn’t realize it had gotten so busy in here.”

@vestalanding

     Typically, Charlie wouldn’t mind standing while waiting for his coffee but with so many bustling bodies he felt like he would be in someone’s way regardless of where he stood. The recently purchased cookbooks also weighing heavy on his shoulders so he’s grateful for the seat. “Thank you so much, I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything. I’ll get you your next round of coffee as my apology.”

[alberto-rosende]

Belonged to Otis? Yeah. Damn, I should’ve thought to ask.

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beccaforbes·:

“Yes Maybe.” she acted like she had no clue they could actually influence your emotions curious to see which one the boy would go for.  Watching as he went for a purple her eyes twinkled slightly. Not as fun as flirty or jealousy but really he was going for it nevertheless. “While grape is a great option is there any other you’d like to try?” She asked. “Well now I have to.” She picked up a yellow drink. To figuring out the flavors.” She said before taking a sip of hers. 

     To Charlie, she had no reason to lie to him --- he’d never had any problems with any witches before. At least he didn’t think he did. “Well, I’m not entirely sure if these are alcoholic or not so I think I should pace myself. Grape or purple is fine for now.” He lifted his drink as she picked hers up and took a few swallows of his own. A small yawn slipping between his lips soon after. “I don’t know what flavor I’d call this but it wouldn’t exactly be grape...--- it is strong though.” He chuckled. Another yawn passing through his lips.

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hayisntforhorses·:

Hayley lived for Halloween for more than one reason, but whenever her coven got together it always seemed like an extra special treat on Mischief Night.  Raising an eyebrow at the question, she smirked playfully. “I would say flavors. Personally, I’m a fan of the pink. Or the yellow. But that’s because I’m all about the fruity kinds.” Lowering her voice conspiratorialy, she put a hand up as if telling a secret. “Between you and me though, stay away from the blue. They did not nail the cotton candy flavor as much as was hoped.” While, none of what she was saying was true, the one thing Hay didn’t want to see was someone bawling their eyes out the whole night. She might enjoy a good trick on mortals now and then, but crying was just a bit much for her.

     At the sound of something of the citrus variety Charlie immediately began eyeing the pink and yellow bottles. “I think I’m a lot like that too. Good looking out.” He thanked her, with a small smile grabbing one of the yellow ones though he doesn’t pop it open just yet. A bit fearful that it might alcoholic so he wanted to pace himself. “Cotton candy?” He questioned as his facial features contort in confusion and disgust. “Isn’t that just sugar? How did they get that wrong?”

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hunt-huffred·:

Hunter, having enough sense about him to feel a little shameful, gave Charlie two big pats on his back as he coughed. His hand wanted to linger on the other man’s back, but Hunter forced himself to pull away and put three feet between him and Charlie. “Maybe stay away from the pink drink. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me…” He looked down into his cup. “Yeah, I don’t think this is Jarritos, but that sounds delicious. Maybe the witches have one of those laying around instead of their special brew here…”

     It hadn’t been too long since Charlie had arrived on the social scene again. In his mind, he was attributing the other’s actions as a new way to make friends. Really really good friends. He supposed. Though he was glad the next statement seem to fall in the realm of casual conversation. Something he felt he did much better at. “I think i’ll steer clear of the whole table --- just in case.” He chuckled, though he did shove his hands in his pockets. No drink grabbing for him. “Now that would be excellent party hosting. Can never go wrong a jarritos, though I think I’d be much too scared to ask given whatever they did to your drink.”

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annacarpenter·:

At this point she wasn’t sure if it was the happiness potion or Charlie that was causing the smile on her face. “Hey, having another set of hands might not be all that bad, think of all the things you could get done.” Watching him grab the pink punch Anna couldn’t help but feel a smirk grow on her face, knowing things were about to get pretty interesting. Of course the pink one tasted good, it was literally all things fruity, flowery, fun and flirty. “Oh you know, a little of this a little of that” Anna shrugged, playing it off cooly, honestly wondering how Charlie would react with the potion. “All good things though, I promise you” 

     “I’m sure my top priority would be keeping them all over you.” The words came out quicker than his mind could even finish thinking of them. “I don’t know why I said that.” He was quick to follow up, his body taking a step back as if scared that he would have actually tried to reach out to her. Deciding to take another sip of his drink because his lips were suddenly dry as Anna continued to speak. “Nothing could ever be as good as spending time with you.” That was a thought he would have liked to stay inside his mind, but it wasn’t as bed as what he opened with. So he’d take it. “Um. Anyway --- how’s your night been so far?”

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hunt-huffred·:

“It’s pink!” Hunter said, even though that didn’t describe the flavor of his drink. “Kind of has a watermelon flavor to it? Watermelon kiwi. Not the artificial kind. Honestly, I have no clue what’s in it, I just know that it’s perfect. I imagine it’s how you would taste.” The words flowed out of Hunter’s mouth, without any filter to stop them. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but he found that his mind would not let him apologize for the come on. Quickly he tried to change the subject. “Um, Jarritos. What are Jarritos? I’ve never heard of them before.”

     As he talked about his drink Charlie began to feel like they were getting back to some sense of normalcy. Until they weren’t. His cheeks flushed a deep red and he found himself choking on air, giving a few quick coughs as he looked away from the other. Deciding in that moment that maybe the drinks at this table shouldn’t be tried, or tampered with. “Uh...--- Jarritos it’s basically soda. Just from mexico is all. A lot less carbonated and all fruit flavors.” He explained deciding the best course of action was to ignore his advances. “A lot like what you’re drinking I’m guessing. Not much different at all. Unless that’s more like a juice, than a soda.”

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annacarpenter·:

Anna had been sipping on the yellow punch for the majority of the night, knowing she needed some happiness in her life again even if it was temporary magic. As if on cue Anna looked up to see a familiar face walk in. Someone who brought her happiness that didn’t have to be brewed. “Oh, they for sure mean something” she said with a bright smile, although not wanting to give away the secrets of the witches. She did however want to steer him away from dinking something that would worsen his night. “My only advice is to stay away from the blue, and maybe the orange.” She smiled over her glass of yellow a mischievous look in her eye, “other than that you can’t go wrong.”

     It was hard for his heart not to jump at three times its regular speed at the sight of her smile. One that beamed from ear to ear, the kind he wished he could take credit for putting on her face. “That’s both terrifying and exciting.” He spoke honestly as he peered back down at the table. Though he trusted her enough to know that she would never intentionally steer him in the wrong direction. It’s why he doesn’t even consider the blue and orange drinks and instead reaches for the pink in the middle. “If I grow a new set of hands it’s on you.” He teased before lifting it up to his lips and throwing back a few gulps before lowering his bottle. “Whoa...” He mused, feeling it settle in his stomach and a newly found warmness spreading from his stomach to his heart before it reached the rest of his body. “What exactly was in that?”

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beccaforbes·:

She had noticed someone was staring lostly at the drinks table as if confused as to what was what. Deciding to be hospitable she made her way over to the boy. Noticing him perk up she gave a smile to the other, as if inviting and friendly. “Well maybe they are the different flavors. Yellow I believe is lemon, green has an apple taste to it, Pink is strawberry, blue is blueberry and well i think purple is grape. And orange is well…….orange.” She wasn’t about to say that each drink equaled an emotion curious to see if the boy would try one. 

     “Maybe?” He offered with a soft chuckle. It seemed like a dangerous time to play the guessing game with something you were meant to ingest. Especially at a party, but even more so one centered around the holiday of Halloween. Though he had been watching people come and pick their potential poison all night, and they all seemed to be okay. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to try. “I haven’t had a grape flavored....--- well anything in awhile so I guess let’s see.” He smiled picking up the drink, and raising it but stopped before it could touch his lips. “Would you like one? We could toast to discovering what flavors these are.”

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hunt-huffred·:

Hunter walked up, a pink drink in his hand, half empty already. As a werewolf, he knew better than to fuck with witches, but the pink drink had smelled so good with his heightened werewolf senses - like fresh cute grass and sage. He’d downed half of it in mere moments. “I can’t say,” Hunter started with a shrug, his eyelids drooping casually at Charlie, “but I bet you’d look good drinking any of them.” He winked then. Momentarily, confusion passed on his face, wondering why he’d said that, but it was quickly replaced with his smolder.

     It wasn’t the response he was expecting. Nor a statement he thought he’d be hearing at all that night. Truthfully, he didn’t know it was possible to look bad while doing something as simple as drinking. Then again, he was always so hyper aware of what others were thinking of him that he paid no attention to what anyone else was doing. “Thank you?” He offered his features mimicking the confused state of his mind as he looked down to the drink selection once again. “What flavor did you get? I’m kind of eyeing the yellow one. Reminds me of Jarritos.” He tried pushing the conversation foward.