#but first! grocery shopping!

[superbat-love]

[Clark receives a call out of the blue from Bruce.]

Bruce: Clark, I think I’m lost.

Clark: What do you mean you’re lost? Where are you? Wait, are you trapped in some guy’s dungeon? Are you in Antarctica? Stay calm, Bruce, I’ll come and find you!

Bruce: No! I-I’m in aisle 7. I think. I don’t know.

Clark: Aisle 7?

Bruce: I’m surrounded by baby milk formula and diapers.

Clark: ?

Bruce: I tried to find a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream for Dick, but I can’t find it! There are too many things in this place, how can anyone possibly find what they want?

Clark: You’re shopping for groceries?

Bruce: Dick’s down with a fever, so I’m helping him out with his errands. He says he gets his groceries here but there’s no blueprint for this place…damn it, stop laughing Clark and just come and help me! I need your superpower to locate some items for me.

#bruce’s first time grocery shopping #incorrect dc quotes #dc fanfic #drabble #text post #dc #superbat #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #nightwing #robin #dick grayson #batfamily #batfam

[luxaofhesperides]

For ghostlights: baby Ellie + tired Danny + Duke the baby whisperer?

He has no idea how his parents did it. 

Babies are exhausting. Toddlers more so. Any infants in the strange stage in-between? Doubly so. 

Ellie is wonderful and sweet and cute and such a terror that Danny genuinely has no idea how his parents managed to raise not one, but two kids. For all their eccentricities and absent-mindedness, he and Jazz turned out pretty well. Ignoring the whole halfa thing because that’s more his fault than theirs even if Jazz says they shouldn’t have created the dangerous environment in the first place.

That environment is exactly why Danny refuses to let Ellie go to his house in Amity Park. His parents say they’ve disabled all the weapons and ecto-sensors since he’s had to reveal himself as Phantom, but he knows that things slip their minds and if they can’t guarantee that the house is safe, then Ellie isn’t going in there. Simple as that. 

This means that they live somewhere else now. Danny had thought about it, during the hours Ellie was asleep and he was awake, exhausted and worn down to his bones, and took Jazz’s advice to accept Vlad’s offer of buying a house for him. Except he argued Vlad down to an apartment in a city of his choosing where he wouldn’t stand out too much and he would be safe, or as safe as he can be, from anyone trying to hunt down ghosts. 

So here they are. Standing in the empty living room of their new apartment in Gotham. 

Gotham may not be very safe as a city, but it’s good for two ghosts trying to pass as normal. 

Danny sighs yet again, and looks at the space he’ll need to fill. At least Vlad is footing the bill. It’s the least he can do for creating Ellie. Frostbite was the one who was able to stabilize her, though it was almost too late and resulted in her reforming as a baby, just one and a half years old. Jazz is the one who’s choosing most of the furniture, thankfully, so it’s something that Danny doesn’t need to worry about it.

It’s a new start to their lives and it feels so empty. So overwhelming. How did his parents do it? How do any parents do it?

Ellie smacks a small palm against his cheek and babbles lightly.

“I know, Ellie,” Danny says, giving her a tired smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll have this place looking good in no time.”

He adjusts her in his arms, then heads towards the bedroom. It’s the only room that has any furniture, and all that’s there is a bed, a crib, and a bookcase. There are a few boxes on the floor, labeled ‘bedroom’ and ‘clothing’ and ‘books’. Most of it came from his bedroom in Amity Park, but he’s pretty sure he caught Jazz sneaking a few things in before they closed the boxes and loaded them up into the car. 

“Can you be good for five minutes?” he asks Ellie. 

She babbles again and smacks his shoulder.

“I’m taking that as an agreement. Just let me open these boxes and start unpacking before you start causing trouble, okay?”

Ellie makes another sound, but it seems agreeable so Danny carefully lays her down in the crib and gets to peeling off the tape on the boxes. The opens the one labeled ‘bedroom’ first, finding blankets and sheets folded and stacked in vacuum sealed bags. One of them is his old childhood blanket, the one he carried around everywhere that was faded with age, barely blue, with white bunnies decorating it. 

He was so small when he had this. It makes him oddly emotional to unpack it and pass it on to Ellie, draping it over her so her pudgy little hands can grab at it. 

This is no time to cry, though! He forces himself to focus and makes his own bed, shaking out the sheets and fluffing up the pillows. He’ll worry about washing everything later; Vlad made sure to get an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer, which means he was actually sensible while apartment hunting for Danny. 

He doesn’t mean to flop onto the bed once it’s made, but he ends up there anyways. He’s barely gotten a full six hours of uninterrupted sleep since Frostbite deemed Ellie healthy enough to leave his care. The drive up to Gotham was long and wore him down to his bones.

He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he does, drifting off as he wonders, distantly, when Jazz will be back from getting them dinner.

Ellie wakes him up at dawn with a loud cry. Danny jolts awake, heart pounding in his chest as he panics because Ellie isn’t here, she’s supposed to be in his arms, where is she? And then he sees the crib, where Ellie is staring at him through the bars, and he nearly collapses with relief. 

“Morning, El,” he says, voice rough from sleep, as he picks her up. She just stares up at him, then leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder.

It’s quiet moments like these that make his heart melt. Ellie’s had a hard life already; he wants to give her a better one, this time around. 

A quick check of the time on his nearly dead phone shows that it’s barely past six in the morning, and Jazz texted him a few times. All about furniture, saying that she didn’t want to wake them and that food is in the fridge. 

It’s only the mention of food that makes him realize how ravenous he’s feeling. Danny makes a beeline for the kitchen, ignoring everything else, and pulls out the boxes of take-out Jazz left stacked in the fridge. He devours it like he’s been starving for weeks, then gives Ellie her Ecto-Jello, the only food she’s allowed to eat until Frostbite gives the okay for solid, human food. 

Once he’s got her burped and cleaned up, Danny looks out of the kitchen and realizes that Jazz was very productive while he was asleep. The living room isn’t empty anymore; a dark green couch is against the wall, a low, rectangular coffee table made of dark wood in front of it. Two armchairs are on both sides of the couch, and a television has been installed, fixed into the wall. 

Jazz is asleep on the couch. Her legs hang off an armrest and she’s drooling slightly. 

Her phone is charging on the floor, so Danny takes it and snaps a picture of her for later teasing, then sends it to himself and writes a note to her that he’s going out with Ellie to explore the neighborhood.

He’s finally feeling more settled, energized from sleep and food.

In the warm dawn light spilling in through the windows, Danny looks down at Ellie and thinks that they’ll be just fine after all. 

. . .

Four months ago, Danny had hope. He was optimistic. 

Gotham was a fresh start, a new lease of life for Ellie. It is Danny’s attempt to be a single parent, sacrificing college for Ellie, and he’s planning to go out and beat the gangs black and blue if they start anymore shootouts in the next year.

He had just gotten Ellie to sleep. She was actually peacefully taking a nap.

And then a drive by shooter raced down the street, gunshots echoing down the road, and Ellie work up crying. She still hasn’t stopped, despite how Danny rocked her, soothing her as best he could.

They had been outside when Ellie fell asleep, her head on his shoulder. He had been catching up with Sam and Tucker when the car drove by, people ducking and crying out to avoid the bullets. Danny instinctively covered Ellie and made them both intangible, saving them from any stray bullets, but they ruined her nap and he needs to make them pay for that. 

“Shh,” he soothes, “You’re okay. We’re both fine. It’s okay, El, it’s okay.” 

Her little hands clutch at his back, twisting the fabric of his shirt, and she lets out a heartbreaking wail. He pats her back, hurrying down the street to get back to his apartment building, ignoring the looks people were giving them as they passed by. 

“I know it was scary, but you’re alright. You’re always safe with me, El.”

Ellie’s cries down down a little, but they don’t stop. She whimpers, burying her face against his shoulder as he finally reaches their apartment building.

The door’s locked, which wouldn’t be a problem except Danny can’t get his keys from his pocket. He knows he has them! But his pocket refuses to relinquish them and he has to stop every few seconds to pat Ellie’s back, trying in vain to calm her down. 

“We’ll be inside in a second,” he tells her, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, “as soon as I can get these freaking keys!”

“Hey, you alright?”

Danny startles, whirling around so fast it makes Ellie go quiet, clinging to him so she doesn’t get flung into the air. There’s a guy standing before him in a gray hoodie, looking at him with clear concern. It speaks to Danny’s level of constant exhaustion that he hadn’t clocked someone sneaking up behind him. 

The guy offers an awkward smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Um, do you need me to open to door? I live here too.”

Danny wonders for a moment if this someone dangerous, someone hoping to hurt Ellie, but she starts to cry again and he steps to the side. “Please. I can’t get my keys.”

“I’m Duke, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Danny,” he replies, watching as Duke pulls out a large key ring, jangling with the amount of keychains on it, and easily opens the door. “I’ve been here a few months, but I’m usually inside. Or walking around in the mornings with this little monster.”

“That would explain it,” Duke says as he holds the door open, letting Danny in first. “I’m usually in classes at GCU, but I decided to take a mental health day after my lab, so here I am.”

Danny walks in and waits for Duke to follow, making sure the door closes properly behind them. “Thanks. How is GCU? What do you study? I was thinking of going there myself once she gets a little older and can go to school.”

“Oh, I’m majoring in English and Human Services.” He goes to say more, but Ellie wails again and Danny winces.

“I’m so sorry. That drive by woke her up and it’s really rattled her.”

“Hey, no need to apologize. I get it, Gotham is rough to kids.”

Danny tries rocking her back and forth, but it doesn’t help. He resigns himself to another hour of her crying before she exhausts herself, and makes for the stairs, going up to the fourth floor. Duke holds open the door again, then follows after them. It makes Danny wonder if Duke is planning to do something to them, then decides he can beat Duke in a fight, so it’s fine.

Duke doesn’t try to hurt them or steal Ellie away. He opens the door to their floor and stops before they do. “I’m in here,” he says, “If you ever need me to open more doors.”

“Thanks. Um, actually, I might need help opening mine?”

Duke just smiles and makes his way back to them, following them farther into the hall until Danny stops in front of his apartment. 

“If I could just get my keys,” he starts.

“Here, let me hold her for a second so you can get them,” Duke offers. Danny wants to insist that it’s fine, but Ellie cries directly into his ear and Danny, at the end of his rope, passes her over. 

Like magic, Ellie settles as soon as she’s in Duke’s arms. She sniffles and hides her face away, clutching to Duke’s hoodie, but she stops crying. They both go still, surprised, and stare down at her. 

“Seriously?” Danny says as he finally pulls out his keys, “Are you trying to say that I’m the problem?”

Ellie babbles lightly, and Duke turns his head to futilely hide his grin.

He grumbles as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. Ellie is acting as if she’s never been upset before a day in her life, making herself at home in Duke’s arms. 

“I can’t believe this. Betrayed by my own blood.”

Duke laughs as he follows Danny into his apartment, lightly patting Ellie’s back. “It’s always the smallest, cutest ones that do this.”

“Yeah? Do you work with a lot of kids or something? Used to being betrayed by the little ones?”

“I don’t work with kids per se,” Duke says, “But my foster family is a hot mess and the youngest of them likes to keep us all on our toes.”

“Family,” Danny says in a tired, fond tone.

“Family,” Duke agrees.

With his door open and Ellie calm, Danny’s ready to just lay face down on the floor for the rest of the day and not deal with anything else. He moves to take Ellie back, holding his arms out, and Duke tries to pass her over.

The key word being tries. 

Ellie tightens her grip and kicks at Danny. She refuses to be taken away from Duke, making him awkwardly try to pry her off his hoodie. Danny really hopes Duke doesn’t notice how she goes slightly intangible to make his hands fall through her arms and legs. It shouldn’t be noticeable, but it’s hard to focus on anything but a kid that clings to you, so Danny holds out for Duke’s goodwill and silence.

“As nice as it is to meet you, you need to go back to your… parent?” Danny nods when Duke looks at him in askance. “You need to go back to your parent. Okay? Come on, kid, he’s waiting for you.”

Ellie shakes her head, makes a frustrated noise, and then turns and reaches out a grabby hand towards Danny. 

She still refuses to be taken from Duke when Danny tries to pick her up again, so he settles with just letting her hold two of his fingers. 

“I’m so sorry about this,” he says to Duke, face burning. This is why he hasn’t been going out and being social since he moved in; Ellie is a handful even on the best days, and Danny doesn’t want someone to judge him as unfit to parent her and have her taken away.

Duke shakes his head, stepping closer. “It’s all good, man. I don’t mind. It’s not like I had any plans today. I’m already skipping my classes, might as well spend it with you two than sleep all day.”

“Are you sure? I’d be happy to invite you in, but I know Ellie can be a lot and not everyone wants to spend their day off with a baby.”

“I’m sure. Besides, I’d just be down the hall anyways. It’s no skin off my back, man.”

“Well,” Danny says, stepping to the side to give Duke full access to his open doorway, “Come on in, then.”

Ellie keeps them connected, one hand in Duke’s hoodie and the other holding Danny’s fingers, and though her cheeks are still red from how hard she had been crying, she’s calm now with her eyes shining with mischief. 

As the door closes behind them, Danny realizes that this is the first time someone he’s not related to has been inside his apartment. Not even Vlad has come in, always choosing to invite Danny and Ellie out for lunch instead. 

It should make him nervous, but Duke is calm and easy going and kind. 

He’s making silly faces at Ellie to make her laugh, completely at ease with her in his arms, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. 

Gotham is a second chance at life for Ellie. It’s a sacrifice for Danny, to be alone and without friends or family around. He’d been ready to give up everything for Ellie, to focus solely on raising her, but with Duke filling his apartment with laughter, he thinks that he can make a life here too.

All he needs to do is take that first step, reach his hand out, ask Duke to stick around.

He can do this.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #i really love writing about characters struggling to be parents v suddenly and thru unconventional means #so here's danny a year out of high school living on his own for the first time w baby ellie #and duke who needed some space and independence while he's in college. bruce pays for the apartment while duke works part time for grocerie #and ellie who had been fully developed but unstable is now a halfa baby who remembers stuff but is also. yknow. a baby. #she absolutely latched onto duke to force danny to have a life outside of her. but also she can sense that hes kind and calm #which danny needs bc he is Stressed (tm) #this leads to duke bringing over food for them and looking after ellie while danny goes shopping or naps #both of them ignoring how duke has to leave suddenly for Hero Related Reasons and how danny and ellie have Powers #it's a v delicate balance they keep for the sake of keeping ellie safe #yeah they're gonna co-parent and realize they're basically dating after MONTHS of pining #the bats have bets on who gives bruce a grandkid first and literally no one bet on duke but here he is lol :) #thanks for the prompt!!

[keithphobic]

the tonight dough with jimmy fallon

#first and last time he gets to go grocery shopping #akiangel #my art #this is so dumb what do I tag this #aki hayakawa #angel devil #chainsaw man #idk

[coolnonsenseworld]

(to know more about the story and the calendar on pre-order check out previous posts!)

August’s big thing is actually something they did many times already, but in the comfort of their own environment. This time, Allura booked their performance, one of her favorites, for a party - proud friend as she was, never shutting up about how many competitions they won her.

The standing ovation they get, seems accurate for the work they both put into getting there.

#klance #voltron legendary defender #listen august and keiths silly socks and lances pretty heels ar just so important to me #danceAU making them let go of their fears and grudges so they can have a healthy loving relationship is just #ugh #i also want to say allura is such a business woman in danceAU she is way too OP and im sticking by it #we havent reached first stretch goal yet but im dreaming of the second one i really want seasonal notepads #if its closer to the second than to the first i might do them anyway #i want grocery shopping lists on autumn and hobbies on winter and work on spring and summer and extracurriculars on space

[adorkabletwilightandfriends]

Adorkable Twilight & Friends - “Customer Service First"

Adorkable Patreon Pals

Adorkable Twilight & Friends Twitter

Adorkable Twilight & Friends Wiki

Adorkable Twilight & Friends Deviant Art

#customer service first #adorkable twilight & friends #adorkable #comic #adorkable twilight #twilight sparkle #humor #cute #ellen #zephyr breeze #starlight glimmer #grocery store #store #shopping #customer service #date

[puppypeter]

I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone

#he also brings him soup and medicine when he's sick of course #and sometimes he'll carry his bag or the groceries bags #the first time Roy stays over at Jamies and Jamie makes sure he's got ice packs for his knee and the right freeze cream to give him a massa #he'll bump hips with him while walking and look him with those big smiley eyes #he lets Roy borrow his hoodie one day and then proceeds to be unable to stop starting at him cause he loves him so much in his clothes #he wants to do all the domestic shit with Roy #he smiles so big every time they brush their teeth together or go grocery shopping or hold hands in the car #I have this obsession with picturing Roy having a very shitty day with chronic pain and Jamie just finds him curled up on the couch facing #the back of it grimacing in pain wrapped up in a blanket #and he knees on the floor right by his head and wraps his arms around him like one going over Roy side but under Roy's arm then holding his #their hands over Roy's chest #slowly nuzzling his neck giving little temple kisses whispering soothing words #roy jamie #royjamie #jamieroy #jamie x roy #roy x jamie

[softavasilva]

avatrice is peak wlw ship bc those two dumbasses lived a whole domestic life in the beautiful mountains training very closely to one another working at the same bar going home to the same one bedroom apartment probably sharing most of their belongings and having the most comfortable intimate touches ive ever seen yet they only finally just confessed their obvious feelings for each other when one is about to die

#ah yes rhe famous trope of having reciprocated feelings but theyre just idiots #like imagine these two going grocery shopping together #i just know ava wants all things sweet junk and pastries but bea has a specefic diet for her training #but ava does her puppy eyes and beatrice ofc will always say yes bc look at her! shes a puppy #anyways lets not think about that ending im only thinking sbout the first 2 episodes jfnjrjejdjd #wn spoilers #avatrice #warrior nun #txt* #wn txt

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

#SCTV #Eugene Levy #SCTV Network #Canadian television #at the grocery store #supermarket #buying groceries #love at first sight #grocery shopping #surreal comedy #big hair #Hammersmith Horror

[leqclerc]

New/old photo outtakes from Charles Leclerc’s 24 Hours In Monaco (Day In The Life) vlog

#formula 1 #f1 #f1edit #charles leclerc #the first one................. good lord 😵‍💫 #also shopping charles is so . i am studying him under a microscope #swiping his silly little credit card at the silly little checkout paying for his silly little groceries #* #*mine: graphics

[jarchaeology]

THE SCANNER SERIES [BOP Magazine June 1998]

#the scanner series #the scanner series: 1998 #every time he said he wasn't into the hollywood party scene it just makes me want to be a fly on the wall at his first hollywood parties #i hate parties but it's wild to me that he graduated from HS in texas and then ended up in hollywood months later #but also i want to know how normal stuff went more #like grocery shopping and laundry for a boy who had his mom do all of that for him before

[silverskye13]

Well well well, if it isn't "I got two consecutive nights of 8+ hours of sleep so I'm having nightmares." We meet again, my old friend.

#spazzcat barks #eugh #this one was about an alien invasion #where the aliens use places like shopping centers and grocery stores as hunting grounds #if you can flee fast enough they let you escape #because they have to keep a sustainable population to hunt #and wont follow into residential areas #all attempts to communicate with them are met with death #i woke up from the first dream after escaping a large furniture store #only to fall back asleep and dream i was in walmart with my mom and my sister #begging them to leave because the warning signs of an invasion coming were starting to show #we only barely made it to my car in time before screaming started #hey brain? what the fuck man #i woke up shaking and feeling vaguely annoyed

[astarionz]

continued the unfinished idea i started back in september 

after ambrose’s parents dying and his embrace, his sire made him go no contact with his little brother, who was his last living relative. they accidentally cross paths. not wanting gabriel to question further, ambrose’s sire erased all memory of him ever existing. now only ambrose holds the memory of him and his brother growing up together. 

so, accidentally running into gabe a second time and him being a complete stranger hurts, but he knows this is how it should be.

#DONT look at the first comic too closely. . . the drastic art style difference is atrocious #my art #vtm #vampire the masquerade #ventrue #oc: ambrose #oc: andrew #funfact about gabe: hes an author + screen writer. and a dilf. i gave him a wife and kids LMFAO. he kind of looks divorced here though #Also ambrose is at the grocery store ''shopping'' to find someone to take home to eat. but has to face some trauma instead

[dumplingsjinson]

List of hospital prompts

“I just wanted to go grocery shopping with you on the weekends, in our pyjamas while holding hands. Is that really too much to ask for?” Character A mumbles, tears trickling down their face as they clutch onto Character B’s hand. The monitor to the side beeps steadily, the noise ringing into the following silence, and all Character A could hope for is for Character B to finally wake up from their years of slumber.

Character A sitting beside Character B’s bed side during the times visitors are allowed in and hoping against hope for them to wake up. “I miss you…” they mumble, gazing disparagingly down at Character B’s peaceful expression.

“You’ve made a space for yourself in my heart, and a big one at that, so don’t you fucking dare die on me,” the Villain whispers, clutching around Hero’s hand. 

“I should be the one lying on this bed.”

“Please wake up? I’ve still got so much to show you; experiences to live through with you.”

“You wanted me to die before you did, so what the fuck is this?” the Hero questions, a stray tear rolling down their cheek. “You were out to get me; so ready to fuck me up, so why the fuck are you the one lying here right now? Wake up and finish me, you asshole,” they sob. 

“I could have saved you, but I was one second too late. One fucking second.”

“[Character A’s name], you can’t just sit here all day. You need to at least eat something—” “No! I’m not leaving their side until they wake up!” “Please. They wouldn’t want to see you like this.” 

“There are so many things I want to tell you but I’m so fucking scared I won’t be able to, so please… Wake up.”  

Character A excitedly recounting something that had happened during the day even though they know Character A probably can’t hear them. “You would have laughed at this if you were awake,” they say once they’re done recounting their story, shoulders slumping a little.

“I love you. I’m sorry for telling you this just now, but I only just found out that I’ve been in love with you for so fucking long, so please wake up and let me tell you this face to face, yeah?”

Character A falling asleep next to Character B’s bed while holding tightly onto their hand.

#angst prompts #prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #hospital prompts #writing scenarios #i was out grocery shopping with my parents and that somehow inspired me to write the first prompt 💀 #and now this list exists #hero x villain prompts #hurt no comfort prompts

[writeouswriter]

Had a great time playing Sims today (spent 3 and a half hours searching for and downloading custom content and never once turned on the game)

#sims #the sims 2 #the sims #ts2 #this is just how it is now #not writing #sims 4 #I guess I’ll tag but sims 2 is the only sims that matters my man 😭 #you will not catch me tagging 3 #sims 2 my beloved #I’ve been playing it for like 13 years now downloading cc is the only thing that still gives me meaning #I just wanted a round slightly worn wooden table that’s it 😭 #I only found one (1) vaguely close item after 3 hours! and it was refusing to even download at first 😭 #I had a list of 6 items to look for that at the top... I downloaded about 50 things... only got 2 of those items #like walking into the grocery store to buy one thing and then leaving with a whole shopping cart full #mostly got hair didn’t need any of it again just needed that table and some recolours of items plus a lamp and some plants but nooo #still didn’t really find a table recolour I liked just closest thing I just want worn wood recolours of things! 😭 #I’m building a bar/kind of dingy pub but I don’t want it to look like abandoned for 100yrs after a massacre just want some wear and tear #yes it’s 2am ignore me #yeah I’m gamer™️

[coolnonsenseworld]

Last piece ❤️💙

There are still leftovers of the Calendar as well as some A5 prints with calendar pieces 💞

linktr.ee/Mezzy (or check my Tumblr for links)

#klance fanart #klance #voltron legendary defender #ooofff you ever feel like you keep doing things and things are still to get done??? #i keep saying this every five posts #i start to think loving getting in the 'art zone' is my biggest vice #because sure i sketch or do some digital work from time to time but if i haven't sat down to draw for hours #until eyes sting and neck cant move and brain sleepy af? is it drawing anymore? is it living anymore? yeah i thought so #im the main person making grocery shopping in this house did you know? for three people #there is always something running out and like let me tell you i already answer business emails while eating #i cleaned the windows today before my first coffee #okay to be fair i started it but apparently i used the wrong bottle and i smeared anti grease all over the windows #and then finished my coffee staring at the curvy roads of a thin film painted between me and the world promising myself to never do anythin #before first coffee #either way i feel like i havent been very present or entertaining lately #by which i mean on and off for months #am i correct or am i partially correct or reimagining things? who knows #but i keep having so many things i want to do it just keeps on going #i'm starting with commissions now #BUT THEN!! #haha yeah i hope you are having a great November and enjoy this piece!! #sending hugs <3 if you like them if not #a gentle wave from a far

[thebluestbluewords]

places where you shouldn’t be (where you could be anyway)

“This was a mistake.” Carlos says under his breath. “We’re gonna die here, right? This is where it ends.”

“Yeah,” Jay agrees, equally quietly. “Biggest mistake we’ve made in a while. Nice knowing you, but we’re not getting out of this one.” 

Their cart squeals as Evie navigates them smoothly around a turn. 

It’s fine. They’re all fine and great and surviving, thriving adults. 

Who totally know how to do grocery shopping. 

“Do we even have money for this?” 

Jay shrugs. “Dude. I don’t know. I didn’t even bring a wallet.” 

“What’s in your pockets?” 

Jay’s wearing a jacket with at least six hidden pockets. It’s one of the most honest, upstanding items of clothing he owns. “Nothing. Literally. It’s like, physically painful.” 

“Take some gum or something,” Carlos says, flicking a silver wrapper at Jay’s head. It falls on the floor. It’s a testament to the way that respectable Auradon adults seem to gloss over the VKs when they’re not actively shouting that nobody in the store even blinks an eye at them. “Nobody's gonna care about that. It’ll keep your hands busy if there’s something to fidget with, yeah?” 

“I can’t.” 

Carlos shoves the gum into his mouth. “Why the fuck not?” 

“Dude. We’re being good. I have to keep being good, or we’re gonna get shipped back and the girls would never forgive us. Do you want that on your conscience? Me being shipped back to the isle forever because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself in the fuckin’ grocery store?” 

“Nobody’s gonna care.” Carlos points out. He’s wearing a jacket that’s more rips than fabric, and the four of them are the only people in the store not wearing pastels. “The cameras only cover the door and the health food display. Stores like this bake a certain amount of loss into their profit margins. They don’t give a shit if we take some gum.” 

Jay shoves his hands in his pockets. There’s tiny little cheese rounds in the side cooler they’re walking past, and they would fit so neatly in his hand. 

He could fit like seven of them in his pocket without blinking.  “Nope. I’m not doing it.” 

“I’ll start moving my shit to your pockets.” Carlos says, chomping his gum so aggressively that one of the adults who’s pushing a cart in the opposite direction almost looks at them. “I’m gonna run out of space.” 

Jay twirls a bottle opening keychain around his finger before tossing it back on the shelf. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Mine’re gonna be full before we get halfway through. You’ve got a lot more space.” 

“Yeah,” Jay says, still casually, slouching so that they’re shoulder to shoulder. “Because I’m not fucking four feet tall, and I’m not wearing skinny jeans.” 

“You’re just jealous of my incredible calves.” Carlos says, shoulder-checking him towards the side of the aisle. The subsequent noise is a great cover for the transfer between their pockets,  not that they need it. They’re a polished ducking team, and the plastic-wrapped candy bars don’t even crinkle. 

Evie’s going to kill them both. 

#my fic #descendants #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #evie is not actually going to kill them #mostly because she’s doing the same thing and hating herself for it #and they’re all going to have some lovely debrief time later #where they map out a plan of every grocery store in Auradon from least to most convenient #so they can practice on the least convenient stores first #and hopefully get through a whole shopping trip without any extras by the time they get to the convenient ones #and then they confide in their AK friends and Doug is like…. #‘have you ever heard of grocery delivery’ #(Ben is their closest AK friend in my heart but his family is unfathomably wealthy and has not heard of grocery delivery) #(they have a private chef)