don't be a girl about it [brodie]

[elsie]

It had been about two weeks since she last bothered Brodie. The poor bastard probably thought he was done with her, didn’t he? He was horribly wrong, as he would soon find out. Elsie hummed happily to herself as she prepared the lovely present she’d gotten for Brodie. Tea. Many types of tea. On the front of each tea, she made a lovely label which read: “This is Elsie’s tea. Brodie is too manly to have tea in his apartment and would never think to touch the stuff.” She felt like he might appreciate the gesture to help him maintain his manliness.

Then again, she didn’t even know if he would appreciate the lovely gift basket she was currently making him. He was a strange man and she knew that he had hoped he would never have to deal with her again. But she was giving him a present. Would he refuse to take the gift? It was unlikely, though you never knew; people were strange. But it was a bright and beautiful Sunday afternoon-- the sort of day where it would be nearly impossible to catch someone at a bad time. Elsie had come home from church and was just putting the finishing touches on the basket before leaving.

There was tea, there were homemade chocolate chip cookies, there was a loaf of Wonderbread, there was a special edition copy of The Notebook, and there was a chew toy for Oscar. The bread and the movie were jokes, of course, and she wasn’t even entirely assured that he would find any amusement in them whatsoever. But she had a certain amount of persistence in her and she was determined to get him to like her. Why? Probably because he was-- oddly enough-- one of the most gentlemanly men she had ever met.

While it was true that he was rude and grumpy, it was the things he did that showed her somewhere in his black soul there was a little bit of light. He brought her to a safe place instead of leaving her out in the middle of a storm. He gave her clothes to sleep in, let her take the bed instead of making her sleep on the couch, and didn’t do any creepy things to her while she slept. The fact that he was beyond attractive definitely helped sway her opinion in the matter, but she truly believed that beneath his rough exterior lurked a good guy.

And she was determined to peel away those layers until she got to him. With a leisurely pace she biked to his apartment-- she had a mind for remembering directions-- and locked the bike up outside. She took out the gift from the large, old-fashioned basket she’d procured two summers ago from a thrift store and headed upstairs. She knocked on his apartment door and waited for him to come by. She stood just off to the side of the peep-hole so he couldn’t see who it was. She wouldn’t put it past him to see her standing there and refuse to open the door.

word count: 518 - tagged: brodie - outfit: here - notes: nom nom nom

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[mel5]

Brodie stood in a white washed room, with no recollection of how he'd gotten there. There were no doors, no windows and no lights, yet some how the room was perfectly illuminated. Looking around, he discovered the onlything in the room besides himself was a stool. On the stool was a glass of water.
Standing still for a moment, he took a step towards the water. And another. When he was no more than a arm's length away, he reached for the glass.
Suddenly, he was ten feet away.
For hours, it seemed, Brodie played this vicious cycle. Running to the glass, almost reaching it, and then being blasted away. The more he ran, the more thirsty he became, and the more he wanted the water. Simultaneously, he also became thoroughly tired. After being blasted away once more, he took a moment to collect himself. Bending over, he rested his hands on his knees, feels the sweat cling to his shirt and forehead. When his heart finally began to slow, he straightened, only to be met by the sight of his father sitting on the stool.

"I'm ashamed," The older man said, taking a drink from the glass of water in his hand.

Shooting upright, Brodie found himself to be in his bed. No white room. No stool. No water. Just Brodie, his loft and Capeside, Massachusetts.
Oh, and Oscar, his crotchety, yet loving boxer.
It had only been a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Just the same exact damn nightmare he'd been having ever since he was kicked out of college. He was sure it had something to do with him getting the boot from Capeside U, but he neither had the time nor the desire to go get get analyzed by some crazy ass shrink. Damn, he needed to start drinking more before he went to sleep.
Absently, he realized someone was pouning on the door. Slowly, he forced himself out of bed and trudged across the loft to his door, and glanced out the peephole. No one was there. Growling angrily (he'd been having a nightmare, it was only noon (this is early in the morning for him), he was hungry, and he thought that he might have smelt dog piss on his rug), he threw open the door and stalked outside. He didn't need any damn ding dong ditches. Looking right, he found the hallways barren. Then to the left, also barren... Oh, wait, no it wasn't. He caught the young willow of a woman standing, plastered against the wall, a large basket in her arms.

It took him a second to realize who she was through the grogginess of rest. "Elsie?" He groaned. He thought he'd seen the last of her two weeks ago.

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outfit: UNF
notes: lazzzzzzzy.

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[elsie]

Sighing to herself, she wondered if this had been a mistake. What if he yelled at her? What if he called her something far worse than an idiot? What if-- Naw, who was she kidding? She wasn’t really worried. It took a lot to worry Elsie and she wasn’t going to let some bully with his panties in a twist get to her just because he didn’t know how to behave in the company of a lady. It was her personal mission to get him better acquainted with the rules of social etiquette. Or at least be nice to her. She figured that was the least he could do, considering she’d put together such a lovely gift basket.

Finally there were signs of life and she waited with bated breath to see if he would open the door. When he did and she let out a sigh of relief, she was instantly caught off guard. Brodie was shirtless. Brodie was very, very shirtless. She took her sweet time in staring at his ridiculously chiseled chest and attempted to refrain from gawking, but, damn. That man was sexy.

”Well, good afternoon, sailor,” she said with a wink as she breezed by him quickly and slipped inside his apartment before he could slam the door on her face. She was tiny and quick, and he seemed to be sleepy and confused. She used that to her advantage. ”Lovely to see you again, too,” she said with a small laugh to herself, knowing full well that she was probably the last person he wanted to see at his door. Ignoring that fact, she placed the gift basket on his kitchen counter and turned to give him a cheerful smile.

”I come bearing gifts,” she said, gesturing to the gift basket. ”Mostly because I single handedly ate all of your Oreos. Well, minus the one that Oscar managed to steal.” At the sound of his name, the dog in question trotted over to Elsie. She said hello to the dog and scratched behind the cute-ugly creature’s ears. ”Don’t worry, you bug, I brought you a gift, too.” Returning her attention to Brodie-- and his naked, naked chest-- she continued to ramble on as usual. ”Tea, cookies, Wonderbread, a movie, and a dog toy. All for you. Except for the dog toy.”

With a certain grace she hopped up onto the counter and delicately crossed her legs liked a lady. She placed her hands on either side of her hips and looked around the loft-apartment space. She still loved it here. Her bright blues drifted back to Brodie and once again her insides twisted. Was it bad that she wanted to push him on to the couch and have her way with him? Or the bed. Or chair. Or floor. Anywhere really. ”Late night?” she asked, noting his messy bed, his pajama-like attire, and groggy, annoyed, confused face. And delicious body. That one had nothing to do with his sleepiness; she just couldn’t stop oogling him.

word count: 518 - tagged: brodie - outfit: here - notes: exact same word count as before THATISFREAKY,YO

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