suspicious

    I simply haven't         the nerve to imagine a being,   a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits, and then suddenly             stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.

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jfckelly:

The hot liquid ran down her dark colored tshirt, causing it to stick even more than the tight material had already. She couldn’t help but allow a gasp escape her lips as the heat soaked into her now wet skin, but she heard the meek voice behind the spill and shook her head. “No, no, don’t worry,” she insisted. “I didn’t make your drink, though. No sense in throwing it on me,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. 

while she was speaking, he was running over to yank some paper napkins from the holder. he pressed one down his own shirt, thankful that this hadn’t been his extra hot latte or they’d both be in considerably more pain. he reached out, almost about to press a napkin to her chest to soak up the liquid, and then realized that if he did that he’d be groping her chest and that was generally frowned upon so he swallowed and stopped short. “uh, here.” he handed the napkins off. “again, so, so sorry. i’m not usually this clumsy. really. i know you probably don’t believe that but i tend to be very well put together...sort of.” he smiled a bit at her joke and then realized that he didn’t really recognize her, which was fairly unusual for him. “sorry, uh...do you live around here?”

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Rory: I wouldn't say anyone specifically is my babe. Maybe my sugarplum? I like that one!

Rory: I have everyone to call these names. I do call everyone these names. Duh.

Rory: Sorry. I mean, no, you're very special in my heart. The only babe for me.

Sam: how about you call me sam

Sam: and i call you rory

Sam: and that way there's no confusion how's that. sounds good to me.

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oliviahamon:

Olivia wasn’t stupid nor was she that naive, the moment he had began to stumble over her words she scrunched up her face and nodded her head unconvinced. She sighed before lifting her emerald gaze to give him the briefest of smiles, “I’m sorry for wasting your time then–” 

ah, shit. well, now he felt like an ass. he hadn’t meant to be that obvious. he just wasn’t that great of a liar. “wait, hey, seriously, i’m sorry. i’m kinda shitty with faces sometimes. no disrespect you know? just like...it’s on me.” he smiled and extended his hand. “me being sam, by the way. nice to meet you. or re meet you, depending.”  

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tddys:

teddy rolled his eyes, because sam was the one person he could really roll his eyes at. “ i’m not telling you not to clean your vegetables, dummy. but all you need is some lemon juice and some hydrogen peroxide. both of which are totally safe and vegan friendly. and e. coli is treatable. do you think i’m, like, a scientologist? i believe in the power of medicine, samson. i have all my vaccines. including the rabies one, because of that incident with the bat. ” for what it was worth, teddy was one of, like, three humans in america ( sam would know the actual statistic, but teddy didn’t ) who knew firsthand that no, in fact, the rabies shot was not administered via injection to the bellybutton. “ you really should appreciate her more, ” he hummed as he took a bite of cookie—freaking delicious, seriously, mrs. clark made, like, the best cookies this side of betelgeuse, and probably all other sides too but teddy hadn’t ventured that far into space so he couldn’t be sure. now wasn’t the time for sweeping generalizations. “ it’s not hard to say, ‘ yes, mom, your flower cookies are incredible. ’ ”

“don’t call me a dummy, if you’re going to insult me use your big kid vocabulary, teddyison.” lemon and hydrogen peroxide? sounded fake. but he’d (subtly) run a quick google check on teddy before and more often than not he was right about these weird seemingly-unsafe hippie cleaning procedures. by now sam trusted him. “i mean, yeah, no, i guess not, even though you’d probably fit in with those weirdos. also i read a buzzfeed article and it said will smith was low key a member and i was really kinda bummed. like more bummed than i was about tom cruise but thats because...who likes tom cruise?” sam. sam liked tom cruise. but who actually admits to liking tom cruise? “yeah that was wild man. but like, at least you didn’t die! one point for teddy, and teddy takes the lead.” Sam balanced the trey on the short brick wall and then hopped a bit to sit on it comfortably, heels knocking on the bottom half. “i appreciate my mom! i told her i liked the cookies she just doesn’t believe me because she’s dramatic and wants a reason to say her kids don’t appreciate her. back me up on this.”

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Rory: An insult? I don't feel insulted, though... are you sure? Maybe you forgot how insults work? I don't know, babe. :/

Rory: Stomach aches happen. It's not the end of the world. I'm a happy boy and it'll go away eventually, and I have the experience to take with me. :D

Rory: Do you really think darling is a strictly 20s pet name? That's sad. I can switch it up, though. What do you like? Sweetheart? Buttercup? Honey? Baby? Snookums?

Sam: i am not your babe rory

Sam: Or any of those other things

Sam: dont you have someone else you can call these names?

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oliviahamon:

Olivia wasn’t one to normally go out of her way to talk to strangers but the person she had just passed looked so familiar, who even was that? Turning around on the heels of her feet, she marched back to the retreating figure, grabbing their shoulder lightly. Stepping back as they turned around, Olivia apologized under her breath before speaking, “I’m sorry to ask this but, have we met?”

uh. well, probably? they’re probably met. it was a small town and after living in it his entire life, sam knew most people. but every now and then he was put on the spot, and he felt like he should know her, and lying was a sin but a lot of things were sins and he had a reputation to uphold. “oh, yeah, yeah for sure uh...you’re—yeah. yeah i know you, right. how’s it going.”

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jfckelly:

Kelly walked with uncertainty as she looked about her surroundings. A couple months since she had moved to the town, and there were still new sights she was discovering. She loved to walk around town by herself a lot, but she knew it was about time for some friends. She sighed aloud as she entered the somewhat familiar coffee shop, hoping maybe today would be the day she would meet anyone.

latte, whole milk, quad shot, no foam, extra whip, extra hot. he always got the same drink (because he was high maintenance), so when he took a sip of what he thought was his drink and it most certainly wasn’t his drink, he nearly spit the coffee out of his mouth. with a degree of exhausted irritation, he narrowed his eyes at the drink. “—this is not my drink,” he said out loud, to no one in particular, and he turned sharply on his heel to explain to the cashier just that when wham! right into the new girl, the fake, poser latte spilling over both of them. “oh fuck. fuck, i’m sorry. i was—it was the wrong drink i was bringing it back and you probably don’t care but you see i usually get a whole milk quad shot no foam extra whip extra hot latte and this is not that.”

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whysilas:

“Again?” Silas repeated with a scoff, shaking his head. “That’s not what this is. It’s just… a really failed attempt at parkour?” Usually he liked to think he was better at lying than this and a lot of times he was, Silas choosing to believe that it was the fall that had him too scrambled to think of a better line than that. “… there’s nothing to explain, don’t worry. There’s no reason anyone should ask…. probably.” Silas didn’t think he’d been seen, but it was also too hard to tell sometimes and he wasn’t too sure that he should just trust that he’d gotten away. “This is totally normal, you can go about your day,” Silas assured him, a little too desperate to sound like things were okay.

“you know, jesus knows when you’re lying. and he and i are pretty tight, so he gives me the 411.” without missing a beat, sam smiled and slipped his hands into his pockets. “just kidding. he doesn’t tell me anything, your business is your business. so like, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. i won’t push you for it.” but he wasn’t born yesterday, and he knew a man in a bind when he saw one. “yeah, yeah, i totally believe that. you sure you don’t need anything? at least some bactine for those cuts or scraps that i’m sure you have? I mean, no one just falls off the fence without at least a splinter.” 

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tddys:

“ well, maybe this time she did, since she loves me so much. i am, after all, her second favorite child, after benjamin. besides, i’m still surprised you haven’t gone vegan, what with your whole… ” he gestured vaguely, because how did one describe sam’s worrying? teddy didn’t want to sound rude. he didn’t mind, because he didn’t mind most people’s quirks. but, like, for somebody who constantly thought death was on the horizon and all, veganism seemed like a good option. “ you should watch what the health. actually—don’t. you really, really shouldn’t watch what the health. ” teddy actually full-on gasped at the presentation of the flower cookies, taking the bag and marveling at them, eyes alit before they narrowed at sam. “ does your mom think i don’t like baseball? i like baseball. ” he liked flowers more, but that wasn’t the point. “ what have you been telling her about me? ”

“okay, see, that’s where you’re wrong. because there’s plenty wrong with the vegan lifestyle, you know, i mean in general the whole fresh food movement i mean why do you think we started chemically treating our food in the first place? for funsies? no, it’s because back in the day you could eat a carrot and have a fifty fifty chance of death, teddy, because of all the shit on the food. and, okay, yes, now we have a new problem where the chemicals make babies grow two heads or something but there was an actual e. coli crisis going on, teddy. a crisis. remember, it was in the broccoli. it was a thing, and i don’t want to go out that way okay i want to go out peacefully, in my bed—” he paused, mid-tirade, as he often did because factually if sam didn’t cut himself off he would never stop. “no, it’s just that she remembered you really liked the flower ones. or at least she thought you did. the woman has five boys and one girl, she gets excited when someone else likes her girly things. she said, and i quote, ‘i never get to make them and at least teddy appreciates them’, and then she went on this whole thing about how we should appreciate her more.”  

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whysilas:

Spotting ex-girlfriends wasn’t uncommon for Silas and depending on the girl he’d either go out of his way to greet her or pretend that he hadn’t noticed her at all, but there was always one or two that he felt he needed to take more precautions about… which was how he’d found himself immediately trying to scramble over a fence and falling flat on his face in a very undignified way in front of another person. “Ow… that hurt,” he groaned from where he was lying on the ground, sighing a bit. “Is there any chance you could pretend you didn’t see that? Or just… see me in general? That would be appreciated.”

it wasn’t every day that he saw a grown man falling over the side of a fence. in fact, he could count the amount of times it had happened on one hand. and the only other incident had involved him and a poorly advised dare so...well, yeah, this was a first. “wow, that would have been impressive had you stuck the landing. but as is, i’d give you about a seven out of ten.” he squinted slightly, wondering what exactly silas had been escaping from—it didn’t matter, really. he couldn’t see on the other side of the fence. “on the run again? well, i can’t tell a lie so if i’m asked i’ll have to explain all of...” he vaguely gestured in front of him. “this.” 

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Rory: I do use a lot of it, thank you. :) You like to casually look stuff up like that? Interesting. Was I the inspiration for that research? If so, I feel lucky, blessed, and flattered.

Rory: I don't think I'm using it WRONG. Just not the way instructed, but it's fine. I'm done. For now.

Rory: The lack of speed was your fault, darling.

Sam: that wasn't a compliment. it was the actual opposite of a compliment. as in, an insult.

Sam: I don't think that's fine. I think if you have a stomach ache then clearly you were doing something that was not meant to be done, which is WRONG.

Sam: don't call me darling we are not in the 20s

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ohmonicas:

There was likely a bit too much enthusiasm from Monica when she saw Sam, but even more so when she saw the cookies. That wasn’t unusual for her, however, always far too excited over… everything, but seeing his mother’s baked goods made her jealous she couldn’t do the same. She, too, had too much time on her hands, but that had never made her a good baker… or chef, or anything that involved the kitchen. After the last incident, it was safe to say that her keeping a distance was for the best. “Ah! They look so cute,” she said, not even bothering to take them, instead opening her door wider and moving away from the door, expecting Sam to follow. “He won? I didn’t even know! I’ve gotta write him, like, a congrats card, or… something like that, right?”

sam walked into monica’s house easily, because he’d been there many times before, comfortable enough to shrug off his jacket and place the cookie tray on the table. his mom had made a specific batch for the amors. “nah, i mean, my mom is acting like he won a peace prize or something but i guess it’s a big deal. it was his first game. still, i wonder if she’s gonna make cookies if he loses too.” he wiggled his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “so what are you doing? anything interesting? because this was my last stop so if you don’t mind i’m gonna bother you until you make me leave.”

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tddys:

“ what, ” teddy whispergasped, not unlike that one vine of the little girl, which was precisely what he was going for. he examined the craftsmanship of the cookies; stellar, as to be expected from sam’s mom. “ are these vegan friendly? ”

“teddy, you’re killing me. you know they’re not vegan. when has my mom made vegan anything? how many times have you been to my house.” by now, ragging on teddy was sort of just a friendly tradition. he was allowed to do it because they’d been friends for long enough and sam had personally put up with teddy’s teddyness for years—but let anyone else try coming at his boy and they’d be in for it. “help me walk them around? statistically if we’re together there’s a ten percent decrease in the chance that i get nabbed by a passing trailer truck killer. also—” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag with two cookies in it, in the shape of flowers complete with pink and white icing. “...she did make you special cookies. they’re not vegan but they’re pink. i think she likes you more than me.”

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therosalieparker:

rosalie stood in her open doorway with a gracious smile upon her face. she was dressed in comfortable clothing, a tank top and shorts with her favorite fuzzy slippers. “can I grab a few for me and my daughter?” she peered into his eyes hopefully. she wonder how he’d react at the mention of that word, she knew her appearance looked too young to have a child. 

sam hadn’t actually really spoken much to rosalie before, but he’d seen her around with her daughter. actually, truthfully, he hadn’t known if the girl really was her daughter. he supposed she just as easily could have been a nanny, or the kid could have been her little sister, but his mom and her church pals did like to have a good dish session sunday afternoon, and they often spoke of rosalie as a mother. of course, to sam it made little difference. he wasn’t here to judge, that was god’s job (and since he didn’t really think there was a god, it was....well, no one’s job). “yeah, of course. go for it, she can have as many as she wants. or i guess as many as you’ll let her. moms get the final say, i know.”

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isabella-fisher:

”You came to my house to bring me cookies? You are my new favorite person.” Isabella reached out to take the whole tray before she paused. “I was just supposed to take one right?”

“ah, well, you can take as many as you want really. i don’t have a cookie quota.” he graciously and playfully dipped his head, bow slightly impeded by the tray he was carrying. “all in a day’s work, miss. that’s what i do—save lives, deliver cookies. but really, it’s my mom. she seems to think the whole town is as proud as benjamin as she is.”

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ayaholliday:

“Hello?” Pulling open the door, Aya was a bit surprised to see him standing there and shuffling on her feet nervously until he explained and she finally broke into a smile. “Oh! Those are so cute. I really wish I was good enough to bake anything like this, this is so sweet of you to bring these over.” Carefully, Aya took one from the tray, taking a small bite. “Do you want to come in? I can make tea or something.”

considering how much of a worrier sam was, he should have reclined her offer for tea. but he also lived in a small town, where everyone knew everyone, and sam had seen aya around before. he figured his odds of her killing him in a murderous frenzy were relatively low. relatively. “well, that’s me, sweet sam. s’what they call me down at the ol’ watering hole,” he teased and then laughed just a bit as he nodded. “uh, yeah, sure. if that’s cool with you. I don’t want to intrude but I wouldn’t mind a quick break from this arduous cookie task.”

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ohmalias:

When there was a knock on the Dawson’s front door, it was as if all hell broke loose in the home. It was a fight over who was going to answer, over grabbing some sort of baseball bat for protection, in which Malia had to repeatedly yell to point down, and a general sense of chaos. When everyone finally relaxed, she finally found herself opening the door, confusion clear almost immediately. “… cookies?” That was unusual, and Malia instantly didn’t trust it. “I think you’ve got the wrong place, sorry.”

“well, actually, i have been told that the fact that i haven’t come to your house yet is a travesty and i should be more neighborly, among other things. so uh, yeah, i’m at the right place i think—you are malia, right? i’m sam. uh i’ve seen you around but i don’t think we’ve actually spoken much...” he shifted a bit on the doorstep, lips pursed as he rambled and realized that he may be getting the door shut in his face...not that it was entirely unwarranted. he had randomly shown up at her door in the middle of the day.