SOMETIMES I PUT MY FINGERS TO THE KEYS, AND THINGS COME OUT
I DON'T KNOW, OKAY. DON'T JUDGE ME!
title: by permanent marker, we mean permanent
rating: g
wordcount: 363
pairing: VERY VERY LITTLE UNDERTONES OF ANGEL/BRADLEY, but mostly just angel, bradley, colin and katie hanging out (gen-y)
summary: this came out of me thinking, "bradley james is probably the ONLY PERSON ON EARTH who would give a two year old a sharpie," and then writing that. bradley babysits his little cousin, dior coats are abused.
warnings: um, crack? stupidity? ridiculousness? no real problems (EXCEPT FOR RPF)
disclaimer: DON'T KNOW THEM. THESE ARE LIES FROM THE DISTURBINGLY WASTELAND I CALL MY BRAIN.
an: um, yeah? sorta for tigger_01 in return for the NEVER FINISHED ANGEL/BRADLEY, but there's no one i can really blame this for. TRAGIC.
It was a mystery to Angel why anyone, ever, in a billion years, would ever leave Bradley James unattended with a small child, but when she'd walked in the door of his flat with Katie and Colin, he'd had a little girl in his arms.
Colin had recovered the quickest, saying, "Bradley, is someone taking the term 'cradle-robbing' a bit too literally?"
Laughing, Bradley retorted, "Says the man who hasn't gotten laid since his mom got a new boyfriend."
When Colin opened his mouth to say something equally stupid, Angel stepped in and said, "It's really lovely to see you, Bradley, but why is there a baby in your arms?"
Smiling, Bradley answered, "She's my cousin. My aunt had a last-minute change of plans and needed a sitter, and I offered to help out. I knew you guys wouldn't mind, and plus, Ellie loves me."
Making a ridiculous and not at all adorable face, Bradley swung the baby, apparently Ellie, in a circle, and she cooed happily.
Angel shared a look with Colin and Katie that had occurred so much in Pierrefronds that they all had a unique name for it (Angel called it "Oh God, Why Do I Know Such Fucking Insane People?" Colin named it "See, This Is Why Justified Murder Was Invented," and Katie refused to speak of it, except in darkly horrified tones, as "The Bradley James") and walked through the door.
A few hours later, everything was going pretty well; Katie hadn't maimed anyone seriously, the telly was on with some weird soap opera, and they were sitting around telling their best new stories when Angel glanced over at Ellie, playing happily by herself on a blanket.
She stopped and stared, praying it was a hallucination.
"Bradley, please, please tell me you did not just give a two-year old a fucking uncapped Sharpie."
Bradley looked at Angel quizzically. "She asked for it! Why wouldn't I? And stop cursing, my aunt'll kill me if the baby picks it up."
"The baby now has permanent marker all over her face, her clothes, and -" Angel stopped speaking.
"What?" Bradley asked, seeing the horror in Angel's eyes.
"That's Katie's Dior coat."
also, a band you MUST listen to: BACKSEAT GOODBYE. here are some LEGAL mp3s from the band, and if they don't make you smile, I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU HAVE A SOUL. it's the cutest acoustic bouncy low-key adorable pop in the WORLD. and if nothing else, please please listen to technicolor eyes, because it is AMAZING.
just for the record, don't be surprised if you wake up one day and find out i randomly spammed you with a drabble-y sorta thing. I GET BORED, OKAY?
title: by permanent marker, we mean permanent
rating: g
wordcount: 363
pairing: VERY VERY LITTLE UNDERTONES OF ANGEL/BRADLEY, but mostly just angel, bradley, colin and katie hanging out (gen-y)
summary: this came out of me thinking, "bradley james is probably the ONLY PERSON ON EARTH who would give a two year old a sharpie," and then writing that. bradley babysits his little cousin, dior coats are abused.
warnings: um, crack? stupidity? ridiculousness? no real problems (EXCEPT FOR RPF)
disclaimer: DON'T KNOW THEM. THESE ARE LIES FROM THE DISTURBINGLY WASTELAND I CALL MY BRAIN.
an: um, yeah? sorta for tigger_01 in return for the NEVER FINISHED ANGEL/BRADLEY, but there's no one i can really blame this for. TRAGIC.
It was a mystery to Angel why anyone, ever, in a billion years, would ever leave Bradley James unattended with a small child, but when she'd walked in the door of his flat with Katie and Colin, he'd had a little girl in his arms.
Colin had recovered the quickest, saying, "Bradley, is someone taking the term 'cradle-robbing' a bit too literally?"
Laughing, Bradley retorted, "Says the man who hasn't gotten laid since his mom got a new boyfriend."
When Colin opened his mouth to say something equally stupid, Angel stepped in and said, "It's really lovely to see you, Bradley, but why is there a baby in your arms?"
Smiling, Bradley answered, "She's my cousin. My aunt had a last-minute change of plans and needed a sitter, and I offered to help out. I knew you guys wouldn't mind, and plus, Ellie loves me."
Making a ridiculous and not at all adorable face, Bradley swung the baby, apparently Ellie, in a circle, and she cooed happily.
Angel shared a look with Colin and Katie that had occurred so much in Pierrefronds that they all had a unique name for it (Angel called it "Oh God, Why Do I Know Such Fucking Insane People?" Colin named it "See, This Is Why Justified Murder Was Invented," and Katie refused to speak of it, except in darkly horrified tones, as "The Bradley James") and walked through the door.
A few hours later, everything was going pretty well; Katie hadn't maimed anyone seriously, the telly was on with some weird soap opera, and they were sitting around telling their best new stories when Angel glanced over at Ellie, playing happily by herself on a blanket.
She stopped and stared, praying it was a hallucination.
"Bradley, please, please tell me you did not just give a two-year old a fucking uncapped Sharpie."
Bradley looked at Angel quizzically. "She asked for it! Why wouldn't I? And stop cursing, my aunt'll kill me if the baby picks it up."
"The baby now has permanent marker all over her face, her clothes, and -" Angel stopped speaking.
"What?" Bradley asked, seeing the horror in Angel's eyes.
"That's Katie's Dior coat."
also, a band you MUST listen to: BACKSEAT GOODBYE. here are some LEGAL mp3s from the band, and if they don't make you smile, I DON'T KNOW WHETHER YOU HAVE A SOUL. it's the cutest acoustic bouncy low-key adorable pop in the WORLD. and if nothing else, please please listen to technicolor eyes, because it is AMAZING.
just for the record, don't be surprised if you wake up one day and find out i randomly spammed you with a drabble-y sorta thing. I GET BORED, OKAY?