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“You’re not what I expected at all.”
You’re not sentence starters
The blonde’s attention lifted from her bowl of noodles, brow quirking as she viewed the other woman. The upstairs office had been vacant upon arrival, gratefully leaving her the time to indulge in lunch.
“I’m delighted to hear it.” Shifting from her seat, she extended a hand and flashed a predatory grin. “Louise Darbonne. I am an associate of the man who owns this building… it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
freakin-faraday-cage replied to your post: I miss my Wynonna Earp OC. He was the decedent of...
I love wynonnaaaaaaaa
Same but the rp fandom was small and selective as well. like no one would rp with him
@freakin-faraday-cage "Holtzy, did you really have to hook up your machine to the toilet?" Patty stood in front of the engineer, her clothes dripping water. "You couldn't find anywhere else? Like maybe where people weren't tryin' to use the facilities?!"
send 💍 for my muse to find a box with an engagement ring in it.
send 💍 for my muse to find a box with an engagement ring in it.
"What's this? A promise ring? Gift from an old girlfriend? Or, or- you know what? I'll bet I can guess who this is for."
“Can we cuddle for a bit please? I’m feeling kinda down…”
“Of course we can.” Maura moved over on the couch, holding the throw blanket away from her body so she could put it over Holtz when she got next to her. “Do you want to talk about what has you feeling down?”
All shall fade-AU
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Abby was trying very hard to stay awake as she knelt over her lab table, attempting to put together a new PKE meter. She had slept terribly last night, her head full of weird dreams and images. Now she had a piercing migraine and the bits of machinery she was attempting to stick together, just didn’t seem to fit. Frustrated, she tossed the pieces back on the table, deciding that she needed a break, and headed toward the kitchen for some coffee.
Abby thought back to her dreams trying to remember them. She’d been in someone else’s body, in a completely different time than her own. The details were fuzzy now, but she vaguely remembered a western setting; horses, old shack buildings and a rifle at her hip. It had felt so real, she almost forgot who she was when she woke up that morning. She’d stumbled out of bed and ran to look into the mirror to make sure it was still her, poking her face in a few places and pinching her arm. Of course she had looked the same, she laughed at herself now, glad that no one had been there to see her little freakout.
She sighed, reaching up into the cupboard for the coffee and poured some into the coffeemaker, then the water and hit the buttons to get the machine started. The harder she tried to remember what exactly had happened in the dream, the more fuzzy her memory became. She shrugged to herself, figuring it was just one of those weird dreams that people had sometimes. Hopefully she had more normal dreams tonight so she could actually get sleep and get work done the next day.
The coffee smelled heavenly as it percolate and Abby reached into the cupboard again to grab a mug. It was a little too high up for the short woman and apparently most of the mugs were dirty, she had to reach into the very back of the shelf to get one. When she pulled her hand back out, hoping she’d grabbed her favorite mug, she immediately screamed. She held in her hand a old school rifle, just like the one she’d had in the dream. It was heavy and real in her hand, where only a second ago she’d been holding a ceramic mug. She was so surprised, she dropped the gun on the ground and stepped back, her hand shaking. The instant it hit the ground, the gun shattered into a million pieces, Abby put her arms up to cover her eyes and shouted in alarm. After a second, she opened her eyes looking down. There were no gun pieces. All that was at her feet was her Nikola Tesla mug, broken into several bits, scattered across the tile. Abby was in shock, staring at the mug, then back to her hand, utterly confused and scared. What the hell had just happened?
“Haunt Me”
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
He remembered hurting for a long time. But now there was a crisp fall breeze ruffling his hair (he didn’t know it could still do that) and he didn’t need his wheelchair, or even his cane. He was, by the very definition, at peace.
But he was still here. That was confusing. Peter stood at the back of the crowd, watching Winston say the last few words before they lowered his casket into the ground. A strange sort of sadness tugged at his heart. All these people were here for him, even Walter Peck. And he looked sad and everything. He'd never thought he meant that much.
But Walter was gonna be okay. They'd never been close, even when they had made peace at the end. No, his attention was drawn more to the back of the crowd where Jillian was alone. She didn't even stand close to Abby and Erin as Patty helped with the service.
He came to stand next to her. She shivered and pulled her jacket tighter around herself as if the stiff breeze had passed her by, but behind everyone else, she was shielded from the wind.
"Hey, Jill. It's awfully lonely back here. And the whole point of a funeral is to be with friends and family. You know, misery loves company." He might as well have been talking to a brick wall.
"It's uh...culturally significant. Going back to God knows when. I'm a little out of my depth here. I'm not an anthropologist, you know?"
Jillian stood quietly, swiping a sleeve over her cheeks to keep them dry. Peter sighed. Well, the pep talk wasn't working. He stepped through the crowd to find the other Ghostbusters.
They weren't hard to find. And as he expected, Ray was wearing just what he needed. He grabbed the cap from Ray's head, a little surprised he could do it. Perhaps it was all the negative energy around. Whatever it was, it kept the hat in his hand as he carried it back to Jillian. For all intents and purposes, it looked as if the wind had blown off Ray's cap and deposited it right into Holtzmann's hands.
"You go and be with your friends. Say something I would say. Kay?"
He smiled as she carried the hat back to its owner and stood between Ray, Abby, and Erin. As Winston concluded, he and Patricia came to stand by them.
Pete took a seat on top of his gravestone to watch the little group. Even as the rest of the crowd departed, they stayed together.
Holtzmann put an arm around Erin and Abby in turn, and even reached around Erin to take Patty's hand as they spoke. Peter found that he couldn't quite hear what they were saying over the wind, but someone laughed, and Holtzmann grinned like she usually did, and all seemed to be right with the world again.
Finally, even Winston and Ray had to part from the little group as they headed out of the cemetery, but as they split, a familiar face seemed to come forward to greet them.
The name froze on his lips.
"Egon?"
Trick or Treat
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“I… did. Yes I did say that.” The blonde nodded. “And I’m very surprised at myself.”
“I’m a little surprised as well. I think you would make a really good mom though,” She replied with a gentle smile.
