#adabeth

[annabeth-brookethrop]

adabeth truthers are EATING this episode jfhslkadjfljg this is all i ever wanted

[coulsonmccoys]

Bleed: Johnny/Angus (laughs). Brain: Adam/Annie (YEAH RIGHT OMG AWKS) Brownie: marrison thanks ugh and more later i will def send more later

Bleed:

"Angus, I hate this game, and you know I’m terrible at it.”

"That’s because you don’t bloody try! C’mon, knuckles out."

Johnny sighed, folding his hands into fists and holding out the knuckles so that they protruded slightly. Angus followed suit, a smirk on her face as she slammed her fists down onto Johnny’s awaiting knuckles.

"Ow, OW, why, WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?"

"Don’t be a baby, I’m pretty sure toddlers play this game!"

"I hate this game!"

"Go, it’s your turn."

"No." 

"Go."

"No!"

"GO!"

In a fit of rage, Johnny brought his fists down forcefully onto Angus’ extended knuckles. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, before Angus’ eyes widened, and her mouth gaped, as she changed her gaze from Johnny’s face to her colouring knuckles.

"OW!"

Brain: this became a lot sadder than i intended love to have fun

Adam and Annie had been sitting in his office for quite some time, the silence long and awkward. He hadn’t seen his old friend for a while and time’s had change, and their friendship had run it’s course. He felt like he didn’t know how to talk to her any more, she was a woman now and so much in her life happened that he wasn’t a part of.

"So, Annie, what’s new? You haven’t really said anything since you got here."

The blonde looked up from her crossed legs and opened her mouth, as if to say something, before chuckling, but there was no humour in the laugh.

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. But I really am glad you’re doing well, Adam."

And then she left. Adam made no attempts to stop her.

Brownie:

"Harrison? Where’d you put the laundry detergent?"

"Up my ass."

But a minute later, Harrison handed the detergent to Margo, who added the proper amount to the washing machine.

"So, tell me again why we’re doing laundry and other said chores when home alone instead of doing normal teenager things, like, I don’t know, making out like sex depraved animals."

Margo blushed a dark crimson, whipping Harrison with a towel she’d just pulled out of the dryer, “Because, you pervert, this is a thank you to your mother’s for letting us use the house while they’ve been on vacation.” 

"I feel like a common peasant. The only time I ever do this shit is when I’m in trouble."

"Well don’t you think actually doing something to make them happy will get you out of trouble?"

Harrison stopped, seriously thinking the comment over for a second, before looking at Margo with wide eyes, “You’re a genius.”

"So I’ve been told."