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it’s not done yet but I thought I would post the link so people can read the chapters as I finish them
This is the Alive!Mel x Phoebe fanfiction I offered to write for @gracelandtoobaby. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it
Melody: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Phoebe and I are dating. Phoebe, Lucky, Trevor, and Podcast: *gasp* Melody: Phoebe, why are you surprised?!
Trevor: Problem, I can't tell if this food is over-sauced or undercooked. Podcast: Solution, just pop it back in the oven for another 10 minutes. There's at least a 50% chance that'll fix it, right? Lucky: Result? Food has somehow become unpleasantly soggy and unpleasantly crunchy at the exact same time. Phoebe: No better time than this to pull out my favorite word! Slunchy! Melody: ...put it away.
Podcast: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Trevor: I really care about your feelings! Lucky: I really care about YOUR feelings! Podcast, turning their head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Melody: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Phoebe: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
Podcast, about Phoebe and Melody: My god, would you two just get a room already? Melody: Excuse me, Podcast? Podcast: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Phoebe: ... Lucky: I ship it! Trevor: CAN YOU NOT?
Phoebe: Some of us are still ‘it’ from a childhood game of tag. Trevor: Way to just fuck me up on a Tuesday.
Phoebe: And here we see Trevor and Lucky in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Trevor: Gaelic bread. Lucky: Grueling brad. Trevor: Ha ha, glamorous beans.
*Trevor teaching Phoebe to drive and taking Melody along for the ride* Trevor: That's a pothole. To the left! Phoebe: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole* Melody, sticking her face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth. Phoebe: I don't think that's how the song goes. Trevor, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home. Phoebe: Country Roads. Melody: To the place. Phoebe and Melody in unison: I Belong! Trevor, crying harder: What the fuck?