heya everyone, I’m currently looking for a roommate situation that I can move into! im 27 years old and work in animation, and am a type B (i like video games and sleeping) and am currently in my own studio. I have a pet with me, she is a very gentle therapy cat (registered and everything) and loves belly rubs (seriously) but she would have to be the only pet, so I know that narrows stuff down a lot, but I’m willing to work with you!
I’m hoping to find a place within a 10-20 minute commute of CN, and any other info we can talk about through email.
I’ve opened up my asks so if you are able to help, please send me a message there then I’ll give you my email after you give me yours and your first and last name (a safety peocaution… you’ll have mine since its my blog title aha) and we can discuss stuff from there
A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think
Word count: 2,000 something words
Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic
“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at email@example.com
As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.
Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.
Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.
After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.
For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”
In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”
Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.
He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.
I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.
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So, my wife and I were having a discussion about the wonderful creation of Pam the HR lady by the fandom and this kind of happened…
Pam walks into the
break room at Quantico and looks for the coffee machine; she was
going to need a hit of caffeine if she was going to make it through
the early morning start. She hadn’t been to Quantico since her
original induction, but with the DEO becoming known to other
agencies, she was now required to attend the yearly inter-bureau
briefing. She nods at a few of the other people present as she fills
a mug and inhales deeply.
The caffeine hits
her bloodstream as they’re called through to the conference room.
They all filter through and Pam takes a seat around the tables that
had been arranged into an L formation.
by one they were asked to introduce themselves and the agency they
worked for and Pam feels a sense of relief at finally being able to
state that she worked for the DEO, rather than her usual vague
answer. What she wasn’t expecting was all the eyes watching her to
go wide and a cacophony of noise to fill her ears, one question
louder than all the rest;
of the Agent Danvers stories are true? They can’t all possibly be
chuckles, she had a feeling once it was know she worked for the DEO,
stories about a certain Alex Danvers were certain to surface.
all true’ she replies with a shrug. She’s a pain in my arse
she added in her head.
a young agent stutters, his eyes wide as he watches the HR manager
for the FBI nod.
Of. Them’ Pam states,
enjoying the look on the agents face, she
was well aware of the rumours that had been going around for years
about Agent Danvers and the ‘legendary’ status she had picked up
among other agents.
is silence until the same young agent pipes
up again, ‘so she really did fly a spaceship to save Supergirl?’
an older man in a military uniform yells
out. ‘I’ve head many stories about this… this Agent
Danvers and refuse to believe
that she piloted a spacecraft without any
prior training or advance notice! The paperwork alone…’
silent and instead reaches
into her bag where she had stowed the paperwork she needed to file
with the FBI today; the paperwork relating to the second
time Alex Danvers had taken it
upon herself to fly a spaceship.
paperwork wasn’t any easier the second time around…’ Pam smiles
sweetly as she places
the paperwork on the table in front of her.
room erupts once
again and Pam just smiles.
following week Pam opens
up the tenth email that day
requesting that she holds a
HR training session at the DEO. She shakes her head and wonders if
they think she doesn’t know the only reason they want to come to
the DEO is to meet Agent Danvers.
phone rings and she picks it up, pretty sure in who is on the other
end. Sure enough, Director Henshaw speaks first, ‘Pam, do you know
why I’m being inundated with requests from other agencies for
training sessions here?’
do Director, it seems our Agent Danvers is somewhat of a legend
let me guess, they all want to meet her?’
Sir, I’m sorry, I’ll sort this out.’
hangs up and emails Maura the HR Manager at the FBI;
Maura, you have
to tell Agent Roberts to stop harassing my Director! Just leave it
with me, I’ll figure something out.
decides that she can’t exactly have a ton of agents descend upon
the DEO, the only other option is to send Agent Danvers on a field
shoots a quick email off to Alex explaining that she is required to
go to Quantico to pass their training in order to keep her fake FBI
badge, now that the DEO is a known organisation to them.
month later Agent Danvers strides into the training facility with Pam
at her side.
I just need to pass the training?’ Alex questions.
To the rest of the world, you’re officially Alex Danvers, FBI. They
didn’t take kindly to us faking your credentials, so have decided
you need to actually obtain them…’ Pam explains, rather pleased
with her cover story.
But that doesn’t explain why you’re here?’
make sure the paperwork between the FBI and the DEO match up…’
Pam replies vaguely. In truth, she couldn’t wait to see how the
other Agents reacted to Agent Danvers.
spotted the young agent, Agent Li, from the briefing and smiled.
Agent Rogers was also waiting in the training room, bouncing happily
from foot to foot in excitement. Alex nodded towards them before
entering the changing room to get ready.
first few physical challenges, Alex passes with ease; simulations of
various situations, requiring her to act quickly, shooting targets to
avoid danger. As she exits the room, Agent Rogers looks like he’s
about to pass out with excitement; she had set a new high score on
her first attempt. Pam is filled with pride.
is the sparring match, in which new recruits are usually paired
against each other. A dark haired woman steps forwards, her hand
outstretched, ‘Agent Rizzoli’ she introduces herself, ‘we
thought it was a bit unfair to pair you with a rookie…’ Alex
laughs as she shakes Agent Rizzoli’s hand.
pair are evenly matched and soon a small crowd has amassed to watch;
money is quickly changing hands as various bets are made. Finally,
Alex manages to pin Agent Rizzoli, winning the match. She stands and
offers her hand to help the other agent up.
Alex is taken to the shooting range; by now there are roughly fifty
other people crammed into the tiny side room to watch. To no one’s
surprise, Alex gets a perfect score in the first round. Deciding she
wants to show off a little and also because she’s a tiny bit pissed
at being made to jump through all these hoops, she reaches down to
her leg to pull out her favourite gun, the one she knew she probably
shouldn’t have brought, but there was no way she was leaving
her baby at home where Maggie could claim it.
is out of the door and on the shooting range in a flash.
barely has it raised to eye level before she hears a voice behind
it DOWN Agent Danvers’ Pam booms.
Alex thinks, before lowering it sheepishly.
were under strict instructions not to bring your gun!’
buts Agent Danvers… Give it here’ Pam holds out her hand, ‘you
can have it back when we return to the DEO.’
jaws drop as they watch badass Agent Danvers slink over to Pam the
tiny HR woman and hand over her gun.
nods and heads back into the side room, alien gun in hand, to a
think we’re done here’ she states, ‘I expect Agent Danver’s
FBI paperwork to be on my desk by the end of the week.’
still fly around the various agencies about the antics of Agent
Danvers, but with a new
addition; the tiny woman who can make Agent Danvers relinquish her
weapon, just by raising her voice… Pam becomes a legend in her own
so turns out Igor may have some eye issues that could potentially have worsened over time, since his old owners never fucking took him to the vet, so now that’s on me. but to do that i need money, so….. commissions are open forever
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Jughead felt the cold air against his stomach as he stretched. It took him a moment to realize where he was - once he did, he looked at the empty space beside him.
He yawned, then sat up. Music was coming from downstairs. He scratched the back of his head and looked around for his beanie, swinging his legs off the bed. His beanie was nowhere to be seen. He groaned and padded out of the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
As he padded quietly down the stairs, he could he the music getting louder and louder.
What the hell was she listening to?
Jughead ran his fingers through his hair as he yawned again, his socked feet making no noise as he spotted Betty in the kitchen.
She was facing away from him, bunny slippers on her feet, blue cotton panties clinging to her, legs bare. Her hair was damp, leaving wet impressions on her white tank top. Jughead’s beanie was on her head.
She had a bowl under her arm and she was singing into a wooden spoon, batter dripping off the tip. There was coffee pouring slowly into the pot and bacon sizzling on the stove.
Betty swayed her hips along to the music. “-Just like animals…” She broke off to howl, tilting her head up towards the ceiling. “… baby, I’m preying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive…” Betty continued, stirring the batter.
Jughead bit back a laugh, smiling to himself. He couldn’t help but notice her hair had soaked through the material of her tank top - it was obvious there wasn’t anything under her tank top, sending his mind racing.
She set the bowl on the counter and opened the cupboard above her and pulled out a bag of chocolate chips. She ripped open the bag and emptied half of it into the bowl.
The song changed to something Jughead recognized - one of his favorite songs, in fact.
“Bum-bum-bah-da-da,” Betty sang along.
“Start spreadin’ the news,” Jughead sang in a baritone voice. “I’m leavin’ today,” He continued.
Betty practically jumped out of her skin. “Jesus, shit, Jughead!”
He chuckled and waltzed into the room. “Sorry. You’re in a good mood for someone who wants to die.” He wiggled his eyebrows and walked past her, opening cupboard doors, looking for a coffee mug.
“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed,” Betty murmured, a smile playing on her lips. She reached past Jughead and grabbed two coffee mugs, her chest brushing his shoulder.
Jughead’s breath hitched as Betty grazed him. “Here,” She murmured, handing him a coffee mug.
Betty poured herself a mug of coffee, pouring milk and sugar into her cup before passing Jughead the coffee pot.
“You’re up pretty early.”
“I have trouble sleeping.” Betty murmured. “I can always fall asleep just fine, but I wake up a lot. I have bad dreams.”
“I sleep too much,” Jughead yawned. “Sleeping is the best part of my day.”
Betty smiled sadly at him as she poured the pancake batter into the skillet on the stove. She plated the bacon and took a bowl of fruit salad out of the fridge, telling Jughead to have a seat in the other room.
She set a plate with four pancakes in front of him a few minutes later and set her own plate on the table. Frank Sinatra was still playing loudly in the kitchen.
Jughead spooned fruit salad onto his plate with some bacon strips and drizzled syrup onto his pancake stack.
Betty watched him with a smile on her face as he cut into his pancakes with the side of his fork and shoved them in his mouth.
“What?” He said, covering his mouth as he chewed. “It’s really good.”
Betty smiled again. “I’m glad. I love cooking.”
“No one’s ever made me breakfast before,”Jughead murmured once he swallowed.
Betty took a sip of her coffee. “What?”
Jughead shrugged. “I mean, my mom poured cereal in a bowl for me or tossed me a banana when I was a kid, and I’ve ordered pancakes at Pop’s but nobody has ever made me a hot, delicious breakfast like this.” He shoved another bite in his mouth and washed it down with a swig of coffee.
“Oh…” Betty murmured. “Well, I’m glad you like it. Do you want more coffee?”
Jughead nodded. “I can get it though, finish your pancakes.” He pushed his chair back. “You want more? Milk and sugar, right?”
Betty nodded, cutting into her pancake and shoving it into her mouth. She finished as Jughead returned with their coffees.
“I’m going to want my hat back, by the way,” Jughead smirked.
Betty’s cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh my god,” She reached up, plucking the beanie off her head and dragging it down. “I forgot I was wearing it.” She placed it on the table between them. “I’m sorry.”
Jughead shook his head slowly. “It’s okay.” He smiled. “It looked good on you.”
Jughead padded into Betty’s room dressed in his clothes from yesterday. His hair was still wet, so his beanie was tucked under his elbow.
“Do you have a computer I could use?” He mumbled quietly.
Betty looked up from her journal. “Yeah, you can use my laptop.” She jutted her chin toward her desk. “Why, what’s up?”
“I just need to check on something,” Jughead murmured. He opened the laptop on her desk and clicked on the power button. “What’s your password?”
“Caramelkitten1, capital C.”
Jughead nodded, smiling as he typed in the password, then turned back to Betty. She was reading a Jodi Picoult book.
“Is it okay if I put music on? Will that disturb you?”
Betty smiled and shook her head. “No, go ahead.”
Jughead powered up YouTube and turned on a Manchester Orchestra song before he opened his email.
“I love this song,” Betty murmured.
“You do?” Jughead asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “What about that pop crap you were listening to in the kitchen?”
Betty shrugged. “I like everything. I have more songs of theirs in my iTunes library.” She gave him a small half smile.
Jughead nodded. He clicked through his emails before opening the one he was looking for.
What was with that voicemail you left me? I tried to call you back but I guess Dad didn’t pay the bill again.
School’s going OK. I hate my teacher this year but I’m taking the creative writing class like you suggested. I love it.
I wanted to tell you something a while ago, but I never worked up the courage to tell you on the phone. Writing it is easier, so here goes: Billy hit me. I showed Mom the bruise, and she kicked him out right away, but she didn’t want me to tell anyone. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m OK, but I thought you should know.
Email me soon, Jug, I love you.
Jughead didn’t realize tears were rolling down his face until Betty brushed one off his cheek.
“Are you okay?” She asked sadly. Her thumb brushed his jaw until his eyes focused on her. “Jughead?”
He nodded and bit his lip. “Can I be alone, please?” He murmured.
Betty nodded and stood up, faltering towards her door. “Hey, Jughead? You can talk to me if you need to.” She said quietly.
“Thanks,” He bit out.
She left him in the room as she padded down the hallway and sat on the top step of the staircase.
For a moment, it was silent. She couldn’t hear the typing of keys or music playing or even a creak in the floorboards. Then, suddenly, she heard Jughead scream. It was muffled, like he was screaming into a pillow, but it sent shivers down her spine.
Her eyes pricked, tears pooling.
“Fuck!” She heard Jughead scream from her bedroom.
Betty stood back up and paced back to her bedroom. Jughead was sitting on her bedroom floor, his knees tucked up to his chest. Sobs were wracking his body.
“Jughead?” Betty murmured quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Please talk to me.”
Jughead didn’t say anything, but his sobs seemed to subside. She sat down next to him and rubbed his back.
He looked up at her, his big blue eyes filled with tears. “I was supposed to protect her,” He choked out.
“My little sister,” He murmured. “I-I’m supposed to protect her, and I wasn’t there and I’m a fucking failure just like they said.” A fresh wave of tears rolled down his cheeks.
Jughead motioned toward Betty’s laptop, the page still open. She got up and quickly read through it. She turned, her face serious, and sat down next to Jughead once more.
“You didn’t know, Jughead. You can’t protect someone from something you don’t know is happening.”
Jughead shook his head. “She’s the only reason I’m still here and I let her down.”
“Shh,” Betty murmured. She placed her hand against his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his tears. “It’s not your fault.”
Jughead clutched Betty’s arm, his chin wavering. He collapsed against Betty’s body, curling himself into her tiny lap.
She could feel warm tears against her thighs, his body shaking with the immensity of his sadness. She leaned forward, wrapping her body as best she could around him, trying to hold him together.
“I’m sorry, Jughead, it’ll be okay,” She murmured. She found his hand and gathered it in her own. “It’ll be okay,” She repeated.
They stayed on the floor until Jughead’s tears subsided. Eventually, his breathing evened out and his chest started to rise and fall rhythmically.