#timebastard

[perkysbud]

Emma was very secure in her relationship with Ted. When Jenny arrived back in Hatchetfield, she didn't think that Ted would abandon what they had worked on for the past year or so. No way. But there was still a twinge in her chest when she thought about Jenny. About how she could so easily waltz in and out of Ted's life. It had Emma's blood boiling the more she got to know Ted - the real Ted. That softness behind the crass.

Tonight, they had planned a large group hang out at The Birdhouse, inviting the people they cared most about. And Emma didn't ask if Ted purposefully invited her or if this was some joke of the fates, but Jenny arrived at The Birdhouse. Something about the way she chatted with Ted had something brewing in Emma's chest, a green, ugly substance boiling within her. There was some jealousy there, sure, but they were was some protectiveness as well. She was watching the two of them and what she might be doing to Ted like a fucking hawk.

So, once Ted split from Jenny to return back to her, Emma's eye remained between the two, making full on eye contact with the red head up until Ted approached her. As her gaze flicked up to her boyfriend, her hand lifted to rest on his neck, guiding him down to a slow, heated crash of her lips. One she took her time to savor. One she hoped that Jenny had her eyes locked on. A reminder that Ted had someone who cared about him very much.

When she drew back, she leaned in to murmur in his ear. " I want you, " she whispered, her fingers fiddling with a button on his shirt. " Let's get out of here . . . Please . . . "

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

[perkysbud-a]

it was her first attempt at a thanksgiving in over a decade. it was also her attempt at trying to bury the hatchet and live somewhat of a normal life with the crumbs of a family she had left. she had turned down ted and thanksgiving with his parents because she had invited tom and tim over for thanksgiving. one that she was attempting to make, and after spending almost a hundred bucks on groceries, she was overwhelmed by the lot.

she had woken up incredibly early to get a start, moving between food and squinting at her phone for recipes that she was putting together. she wanted to give up and say fuck it, but this . . . it meant a lot to her. she wanted to do one thing that made her feel like she had her shit somewhat together.

BUZZ!

she moved from checking on the turkey breast in the oven. with just the three of them and a limited budget, she had opted for the less intimidating turkey breast over a whole bird. she saw the message was from tom and frowned as her eyes took in the message.

something came up. we'll catch up with you in the morning. see you at 6.

emma's stomach fell to her ass as she stared at the words. she glanced over at the food that was cooking on the stove and the ingredients still waiting to be made. sadness filled her, a sign that maybe she had fucked things up beyond repair. but then anger took over. was he not even giving her a chance?

she simply thumb up'd the message before she tossed her phone onto the counter, gritting her teeth as she started grabbing pots to pour into the sink and trash. the half-cooked turkey breast was chucked into the trash through burning tears and flushed cheeks before she retired to the couch.

she sat there until the rage turned into a simmering numbness deep within her, the room void of noise. no television, no music. just her staring off into space ahead of her through her blurred vision. she sniffed a breath as she came back to center and opened her texts with @timebastard. another person she might have pissed off by repair, but what did she have to lose at this point?

[ TEXT : T ] : have you already eaten?

[storiem-moved]

[ TEXT to HENRY HIDGENS ] : guess who is having another kid?

[ SMS ; @timebastard ] ... [ SMS ; TEDWARD ] Science tells me the answer is you. But to this I say -- [ SMS ; TEDWARD ] Don't you already have three? Four? At least two?

[crisisbabe]

it had taken a couple hours , a few tears , and a lot of reorganizing the absolute chaos of his attic , but the night before bill had finally found what he'd been looking for. they sit now in a little paper bag at his desk , tissue paper haphazardly stuffed on top. he isn't sure how he's supposed to present the gift to ted , but he has them waiting.

finally , he sees his coworker friend arrive for the day and , taking a deep breath , he grabs the bag and heads over to him. if someone had told bill a year ago that he would be giving @timebastard something so precious , he would have kicked them in the head called them a nut , but look how far they've come.

" good morning , ted , " bill stands a bit awkwardly , not sure how exactly to bring up the gift. he clears his throat and holds up the bag , just going straight for it. " i , uh , did some digging last night and brought you something for little janey. " he doesn't wait for the other man to to open the gift before explaining. " they're a pair of alice's baby shoes. she hardly got a chance to wear them before she out grew them. i always thought i would save them for when she had a kid of her own , but i don't want her to think she has to have kids. of that i expect that of her. she can make her own choices and i respect that. " pause. " anyways , i hope they fit ! "

[forwardmoved]

@timebastard , ask and ye shall receive... guy timeline spank bros

'hey mister business, how do you do?' pete hums under his breath, over and over and over again as he struts through downtown-- as if he didn't have a care in the world. because he doesn't, at least... not anymore. a pep in his step coming to a skidding stop as he sees a huddle of people trying to sneak on past hordes of singing citizens, without being noticed-- but he recognized the tall, lanky man bringing up the rear. the hivemind pursues his older brother, contorting pete's features into something akin to pained. helpless. "ted! ted, it's me!"

[doesntlikemusicals]

[paralyziingfears]

closed starter for @timebastard with jim halpert. / sc.

jim  was  still  trying  to  get  reacclimated  to  being  back  here  in  scranton  after  transferring  to  stamford.  he  knew  it  was  going  to  be  a  little  awkward  and  maybe  even  a  little  uncomfortable  coming  back  after  being  away  willingly.  were  friendships  going  to  be  the  same?  he  wondered.  and,  alas,  they  really  hadn't.  he  purposefully  distanced  himself  from  pam  because  of  what  transpired  right  before  leaving.  if  he  fell  right  back  into  their  close  friendship,  then  what  was  he  doing?  repeating  the  same  habits?  he  was  with  karen  now  and  that's  who  he  should  be  focusing  on.

still,  he  couldn't  help,  but  notice  when  ted  and  pam  had  run  off  into  the  hallway  randomly  and  strangely.  he  pondered  over  what  that  could've  been  about  until  they  came  back  quietly.  he  watched  ted  disappear  into  the  break  room  and  jim  waited  a  moment  before  nonchalantly  following.  he  stood  in  front  of  the  vending  machine,  pretending  like  he  wanted  to  buy  something,  fiddling  with  the  coins  in  his  palm.  he  peers  over  at  ted  then  back  at  the  glowing  glass,  ❛  weird  bein'  back  ❜  he  spoke,  a  soft  chuckle  emitting  to  ease  any  tension.  ❛  it's  kinda  like  coming  back  to  high  school  for  a  reunion.  ❜

[absentpublic]

@timebastard: enjoy it while it lasts. / accepting.

that sentence is ominous. her brow pinches, turning quickly to him. of course everything is temporary -- she's all too aware of that, growing used to things being taken just around the moment they start to fit right in her hands. nothing lasts forever. how often has she seen dead people, who refuse to let go of life? life still ended. & yet, the way it's said ... she worries.

"wh - w-what's th - that-t mean ... ?"