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cloudruler · 5 years ago

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otp tag.

tagged by @solasan, thank u!!!!! tagging: @ritualism and @editoress i think all my other Wayhaven ppl have been @’d already

PENNY AND FELIX EDITION

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

i neither! penny if i had to choose, but shes usually p good at keeping cool. and felix doesn’t seem like a shouty person anyways.

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

N/A

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

N/A

who trashes the house?

N/A

do either of them get physical?

N/A

how often do they argue/disagree?

i think their first disagreement is in book 2 when Felix got hurt during Sanja’s rescue. Penny feels super guilty about it and is worried Felix is brushing it off when he has a right to be upset. She’s kinda haunted by that whole situation and the choice she had to make. Other than that, they definitely never really argue. At most in the beginning Penny was just kind of oblivious/flippant because she’s socially awkward lol

who is the first to apologize?

both lmao

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

Felix is a little top you cant convince me otherwise

any kinks?

not really

who has the strangest desires?

i think they’re mostly just cute in bed without anythnig crazy going on

who’s dominant in bed?

FELIX!! in the cute ‘i got this’ kind of way. Penny’s shy so definitely not her.

is head ever in the equation?

duh

if so, who is better at performing it?

felix has the charisma but i think penny has the technique

ever had sex in public?

they did almost fuck in nate’s library

who moans the most?

Penny! Felix thinks its cute

who leaves the most marks?

FELIX LOVES HICKIES. hes sad that they don’t last super long on him, but she tries anyway.

who is the more experienced of the two?

I think they’re pretty even actually

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

latter

how long do they usually last?

im sure it varies

rough or soft?

soft!!

is protection used?

YES. penny is ON that shit. Though she wouldn’t be against having kids one day.

does it ever get boring?

nah they’re too cute and in gross cuddly love. Does felix look like he’d EVER get bored of the detective

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

it didnt happen but again, nates library. Penny was secretly kinda into it

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children / do they have children?

I don’t think either are seriously considering it for a while but Penny is a good 50/50 on it!

if so, how many children do they want/have?

just one, maybe two.

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

Felix! Penny’s a little more standoffish in general with physical affection, but she does love cuddling Felix. If he wants to cuddle she’s p much always down for it.

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Felix. Have you heard what that boy says

who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Felix! Though only in private. He know’s Penny’s shy and its cute to do it when shes working or something. He likes playfully distracting her.

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Probably for a good while, though Penny has a tendency to get antsy. Usually it just means her getting up and him happily following after her though

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

video games! She showed him Animal Crossing and it was over

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

on the couch!

SLEEPING.

who snores?

Penny...

if both do, who snores the loudest?

Not loudly , but again penny.

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

they share a bed!

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

depends!

what do they wear to bed?

Penny wears pj shorts and a cotton shirt, pretty simple. Felix is probs similar

are either of them insomniacs?

Penny DEFINITELY is. Thankfully Felix doesn’t sleep a lot so she’s rarely disturbing him!

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

YEP. Especially after book 1, she started having nightmares.

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Felix is a koala.

who wakes up with bed hair?

Penny. Felix somehow always looks fucking perfect and she’d be jealous if she didn’t think it was so charming.

who wakes up first?

Penny. Even if Felix is just lazing about, she’s one of those responsible people or something.

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Felix tried. keyword being tried.

what is their favourite sleeping position?

Penny sleeps on her side and Felix clambers around either with one leg over her or spooning her usually.

do they set an alarm each night?

Penny does!

who has nightmares?

Both :(. Hard to tell with Felix how often for him

can a television be found in their bedroom?

Penny doesn’t have a TV

who has ridiculous dreams?

Felix for sure. Sometimes involving stuff pertaining to the Echo World and Penny is like ??? and he doesn’t know how to explain it.

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Felix

who makes the bed?

Felix, because he insists. Penny goes back and straightens it out

what time is bed time?

bed by 1

any routines/rituals before bed?

felix insists on brushing their teeth together bc he thinks its cute (penny does too). its how she first actually got a glimpse of his fangs

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

neither! though felix DOES complain.

WORK.

who is the busiest?

penny. felix is busy keeping himself from dying of boredom

who rakes in the highest income?

n/a

are any of them unemployed?

n/a

who takes the most sick days?

Penny, though very rarely. She usually saves them for days where she wants to work from home because the office got too overwhelming.

what are their jobs?

Vampire Agent vs Police Detective

who sucks up to their boss?

Felix tries to charm Rebecca. Rebecca just sighs.

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Felix. Got distracted

who stresses the most?

PENNY. though she usually takes things in stride, she’s a little up tight.

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Penny is fine with being a detective and doubly fine with being an agent.

are they financially stable?

yeah!

HOME.

who does the washing?

Penny. We know what Felix’s stance is on laundry considering he hides his socks in Mason’s hamper.

who takes out the trash?

Felix , and he acts like a hero

who does the ironing?

Penny! She wears nice clothes that definitely would require ironing.

who does the cooking?

Penny is a serviceable cook, though she tends to cook the same things. And sometimes still eats like a (healthier) college student because she doesn’t have the energy. Felix LOVES using it as an excuse to order food.

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Felix.

who is messier?

Felix. More just disorganized

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Felix. Again, boy clearly hates laundry

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Neither. Unless Felix yoinked the keys - then they could be anywhere.

who answers the telephone?

FELIX. First ring, always.

who mows the lawn?

city slickers for life so neither

who does the vacuuming?

both. felix likes doing it and danciing

who does the groceries?

Penny because felix will bring back a bunch of things they didnt need

who takes the longest to shower?

Penny. She uses so much water

who spends the most time in the bathroom?

neither!

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

nah theyre secret agents

how many cars do they own?

just penny’s little clunker

what’s their song?

waterfalls coming out your mouth // violet hour (especially this one) // sugar

do they live in the city or in the country?

small town

do they own their home or do they rent?

penny’s renting but wouldn’t be against owning a little flat somewhere

do they enjoy their surroundings?

wayhaven is home and comfortable for penny! she was actually falling out of love for it before she got promoted, now she feels protective over it and the supernaturals shes now aware live there.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

felix goes insane waiting until they can meet up again. penny is often thinking abt him but is eager to get work done so she can do it even sooner

where did they first meet?

abandoned warehouse in book one - though the first meeting SHE remembers is him kissing her on the hand... romance...

who spends the most money when out shopping?

i feel they both are pretty similar! Theyre Fashionable, though Pennys really good at budgeting.

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

listen it doesnt happen in canon but if you do the combat training route with felix he fucking puts your hands up his shirt

any mental issues?

penny has anxiety and has been diagnosed as autistic since she was, like, 12. felix clearly has some shit he’s not letting himself fully mourn but OKAY BUDDY

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

penny laughs when felix trips just because he’s like a beautiful ragdoll and always ‘saves’ himself in really funny ways. felix is such a prince charming i think he’d see her tripping more as an excuse to be dashing and handsome at her and save her from face planting than laugh.

who’s terrified of bugs?

penny definitely isn’t. could see felix losing his shit over a spider.

who kills the spiders around the house?

PENNY. doesn’t kill them though.

do they have any fears for their future?

Penny’s worried that loved ones might get put into danger due to ... everything. Verda found out about vampires and wasn’t hyped, so she’s worried about their friendship and his saftey most of all. She’s also worried about making ‘tough’ choices like the one at the end of book 2. It’s not a pleasant dilemma.

their favourite place?

Penny’s apartment!

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

felix FOR SURE

who pays the bills?

both, but penny set it all up on autopay bc felix would forget.

who’s the tallest?

Felix! He’s like what, 5′7-5′9? penny’s 5′3.

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Both! Penny’s shy when doing it but she loves felix’s reaction because he’s always super excited.

who wanders around in their underwear?

neither

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

felix. duh

what do they tease each other about?

everything! penny teases felix over how energetic and goofy and ~suave~ he is. He teases penny over being bashful - but she actually teases him more! He teases her over ROMANTIC stuff.

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Penny. The waistcoat, Felix. Why. No

who crushed first?

FELIX DIDDDDDDD. Penny got flustered but is very :/ at relationships bc she struggles socially and the only serious relationship she had prior was fucking BOBBY. So she straight up doesn’t trust that felix is being genuine at first. Also she’s a lil bit oblivious.

any alcohol or substance related problems?

nope!

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

neither

who swears the most?

probably felix, though I don’t think he swears a lot either?

#rosetxt #txt #long post #penny langford

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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What Rhymes With “AIR”?

1. Are the walls of your room bare or do you have things hanging up there? I have some stuff on my walls.

2. When’s the last time you went outside to enjoy the fresh air? I briefly went outside at night on the 4th of July to see the fireworks from my driveway with my family. Prior to that I hadn’t been out of the house since May and before that it had been since March.

3. Do you watch the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Sometimes.

4. When’s the last time it felt like you were walking on air? I had one bad floating feeling experience from a bad edibles trip. I literally felt like I had to hold onto something to “stay grounded.” I also ended up getting sick. It wasn’t a fun time. I found out the hard way after that time that it didn’t take much of an edible for me to get high lol. It tricks you cause it can take a bit to kick in, so you think you need more, but nope.

5. Have you ever been on air, on a radio station? Yeah. I used to call to request a song sometimes back in the day and my call was on air a few times.

6. Have you ever felt like all of the air was coming out of your lungs? Yes.

7. Has it seemed as though anything has ever disappeared into thin air? Have you ever pulled an idea out of thin air? Yes! So frustrating. I’ll be using something and then put it down for a sec, only to not be able to find it where I thought I put it. Like for instance, it happens a lot when I’m wrapping presents. The pen or scissors I’m using always seem to “disappear.” RIP to all the pens that seemed to just vanish, too, throughout my school years. And yes, I’ve also pulled ideas “out of thin air.”

8. Have you ever wanted to be on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”? I enjoyed playing along while watching and I even had a computer game version, but nah. I wouldn’t get far at all and it’d be embarrassing. I don’t do well with being put on the spot either.

9. Do you know a billionaire in real life? No.

10. Would you like to be an heir or heiress to a fortune? I mean, I wouldn’t have been opposed to it if I was haha.

11. Would you be able to successfully get away if you ever came across a bear? I mean, there’s no way of knowing for sure, but I hope so?? Well, I hope to never be in the situation in the first place, obviously, but you know. There are people who have certainly been quite lucky in that situation and others not so much, so. I know you’re supposed to remain calm and not run, which I could probably do cause I’d likely freeze up in fear. I’ve seen videos of people, some of them have been children, who successfully got away.

12. Where’s your favorite place to go? How long does it take to get there? The beach. The closest one is like 2 hours away.

13. How often do you err on the side of caution? I’m a cautious person. And also just a big scardy cat.

14. How often do people say they’re angry with you? People don’t say that, but I know people have been upset, frustrated, disappointed, and irritated with me.

15. Do you own any long underwear? Long underwear? No...

16. How much Tupperware do you own? *shrug* A lot.

17. What color is your underwear right now? Blue and gray.

18. Do you still sleep with a teddy bear? No. I have a few stuffed animals that always sit on my bed, though.

19. What pair of your shoes has the most wear and tear? My Adidas Superstars. They’re not too bad, but you can definitely tell I wore them quite often.

20. Do you like to play Solitaire? Ha, I haven’t played since I played the computer version as a kid on like Windows 98. I played that and messed around in Paint quite a bit, ha.

21. Do you or your family own a full set of silverware? Yeah.

22. What do you have to take everywhere with you? My bag with my medicine, hand sanitizer, phone, wallet, and straws. I’d also have to take a mask with me everywhere.

23. Would you like to visit Delaware? I hadn’t really thought about it.

24. Last time you received dental care? It’s been awhile.

25. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I’d want to really think about that if I could only choose one destination. There’s a lot of places I’d like to travel to one day.

26. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Did we ever find her? I don’t remember, ha. I used to watch the cartoon as a kid and I think I had a computer game, too.

27. Are you satisfied sitting here, taking this survey, or would you rather be elsewhere? Right here in bed is the best place for me to be right now.

28. Last time you sat in a barber’s chair? I last got my hair done back in early February.

29. Do you own any cans of compressed air? No.

30. Do you have a swivel chair at your desk? I don’t have a swivel chair or a desk.

31. Do you prefer an armchair or a rocking chair? A reclining armchair.

32. Would you rather have a beanbag chair or a hanging swing chair in your room? Hanging swing chair.

33. What’s the last non-survey related questionnaire that you had to fill out? This like 4 page questionnaire that one of my doctors hands out every visit. It’s the same exact questionnaire, too.

34. Are there any crimes that you feel make someone deserving of the electric chair? Yes, like serial killers.

35. Do you know anyone who uses a wheelchair? Yeah, me.

36. Do you know anyone who is on welfare? Yes.

37. Do you play Modern Warfare? Nope. Never had an interest in playing that.

38. Do you ever feel like life is unfair? Of course.

39. Have you ever visited Times Square? No. I’ve never been to New York, but I’d love to one day. I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to go before everything this year, but now I really don’t know.

40. Do you tell people to “take care” at the end of a conversation with them? It’s not something I regularly say, but yeah sometimes.

41. Where is somewhere that you would like to move to? I’m not sure.

42. What is something in your home that needs to be repaired? A couple things.

43. What kind of sleepwear do you own? I wear leggings and oversized graphic tees for pjs and my normal attire.

44. What skin care products do you use? I haven’t been using any.

45. Do you have any spyware on your computer? Apple computers come with all that stuff.

46. Do you own any sportswear? What sports? Nope. Not a sports fan.

47. Do you like Fred Astaire? I know who he is and I’ve seen clips of his dance scenes, but I haven’t actually watched any of his films. Well, I’ve heard his voice work in the Santa Clause is Comin’ to Town movie/cartoon, but that’s all.

48. How long does it take you to prepare a meal? The only thing I cook is ramen, which takes like 10 minutes or so (I’m including the time to boil the water).

49. Do you know anyone named Pierre? No.

50. Are you going nowhere fast? It has and does feel that way. :/

51. How often do you have a nightmare? Not often, thankfully.

52. How often are you able to catch something in mid-air? *shrug*

53. What do your lawn chairs look like? We don’t have any lawn chairs.

54. How many chairs are at your dining/kitchen table? We don’t have a dining/kitchen table either.

55. Favorite type of footwear? Adidas sneakers.

56. When’s the last time one of your senses were impaired? From what? I wear glasses if that counts?

57. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon before? Noooo.

58. Do you have a good health care plan? Yes.

59. Last time you went to the hardware store? I don’t go to the hardware store.

60. Have you ever played foursquare before? Yeah, I liked playing that in elementary school.

61. Do you own any types of eyewear? Yep, my glasses.

62. What brand of cookware do you have a lot of? Cuisine Art, probably.

63. Nothing can compare to: You. 🎶 Ha.

64. Have you ever worked in a childcare center? No.

65. Do you have a “beware of dog” sign on your gate? No.

66. Have you ever attended daycare as a child? No.

67. Are you very aware of your surroundings? Yes.

68. Have you ever had an au pair or a nanny before? No. My aunts, grandparents, or older brother babysat me.

69. Do you know anyone who has had an affair? Yes.

70. How much are you willing to spend on airfare? I don’t know, it would depend on certain factors regarding the trip.

71. Who do you care about the most? My loved ones.

72. Are you more likely to choose truth or dare? Truth, never dare. Or just not play at all, ha.

73. Have you ever seen the Blair Witch Project before? Yeah. Major cringe.

74. Do you like the name Claire? Would you spell it with or without the I? Sure. I like the spelling with the “I.”

75. Last time you went to a fair? When I was a kid.

76. What can be done to make life more fair? Gah.

77. How much are you willing to spend on cab fare? I don’t know. Again, it would depend on certain factors.

78. Do you have a lot of flair? No.

79. Do you own flare jeans? No.

80. Is there a glare on your computer screen right now? Yes.

81. When’s the last time someone glared at you? I say my doggo gives me attitude and “the eye” sometimes, ha. Like when I tell my parents or brother that I gave her treats, so don’t let her trick you into getting more. She gives me a look like, “gee, thanks a lot for ratting me out!”

82. What type of hair do you have? (color, length, texture, etc) How often do you wash it? Red, long, wavy hair. I wash it every 2-3 days.

83. Do you know the difference between a rabbit and a hare? Yeah.

84. Do you like to eat eclairs? I haven’t had one in a long time, but they are delicious.

85. What do you consider to be your lair? My room.

86. A female horse is called a mare. What is a male horse called? A baby horse? A male horse is a stallion and a baby is called a foal

87. Have you ever used Nair before? Did it work? Blech, yeah I tried it when I was like 13/14. It worked, but it smelled SO bad.

88. Has anyone ever told you to “grow a pair”? No.

89. What is something that you own a pair of? Shoes.

90. What is a rare quality that you have? I can’t think of one.

91. Last food you pared? I don’t peel or chop anything.

92. Do you know someone who is a debonair? No.

93. Do you like to scare others for fun? No.

94. What is something that scares you? The present and the future.

95. Do you like Sonny and Cher? “I don’t know if all that’s true, but you got me and baby I got you. Babe. I got you, babe.”

96. Do you know how to share? Do you like to share? Yeah.

97. Have you ever played a snare drum before? No.

98. What do you do with your spare change? Put it in one of my purses/bags.

99. Do you know how to put on a spare tire? No. I’ve never tried to.

100. Have you ever gotten a spare while bowling before? I think so.

101. When’s the last time you wished someone would spare you the details? Recently, when someone shared something that was TMI.

102. Do you win games fair and square? Yes. I like to just have fun and friendly competition, there’s no need to cheat or get upset about it.

103. Do you know how to find the square root of something? Yeah.

104. What are the characteristics of a square shape? 4 equal sides.

105. Have you ever been called a square before? Haha, yeah, jokingly. Well, the times I know of, ha. An “L-7 wienie.”

106. Do you prefer the elevator or the stairs? Well, I have to take the elevator.

107. Do you ever stare at other people? No. I’ve had to deal with that (people staring at me) all my life, though.

108. How often do you swear? Not that often.

109. Do you ever “swear on your life”? I don’t say that.

110. What do you like to “tear up”? An order of boneless wings from Wingstop, ha.

111. What type of wares would you sell? I don’t have anything to sell.

112. What kinds of clothing do you like to wear? Comfy clothing--leggings and oversized tees.

113. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare before? Nope.

[a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse]

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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marinasquer · 5 years ago

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Puppy Date - Squeger

Who: Marina Squerciati and Patrick Flueger ( @pjfluegerx) When: March 5th - Afternoon What: Patrick and Marina go visit an animal shelter and walk a few of the dogs Notes: This is where they meet Pizza and Marina falls in love!

PJ: Patrick was happy to get a day off, even more lately. Him and Marina became something and he was happy about it. So he made plans to go out with her and had good idea he knew she would like. "Come onnn slow poke!" he teased as he grabbed her hand to lead her to the car. "This place is very hard to get into and we can not be late" this being the middle of the day but he had to lead her on. Once in the car he started to dive not telling her were he was going.

Marina: was pretty confused when he started saying they couldn’t be late. Where they hell could they be going? It was the middle of the day. “I’m coming,” she replied with a chuckle as she followed him to the car. As they drove, she tried to figure out his plan. “Okay, where are we going? I feel like this is some kind of weird kidnapping situation or something.”

PJ: laughed as he looked over at her. "I didn't know I had a five year old with so many questions" he teased as he drove on. "Ah oh no you know my evil plan" he did a fake evil laugh and shook his head. "Trust me you're gonna love it" he smiled. He reached over and kissed her hand. It was just for fun but he knew she would love it.

Marina: “I’m actually five and a half,” she playfully argued. “You should’ve known you couldn’t get away with kidnapping me so easily. We work this shit every day. Fake stories, but still.” When he said she’d love it, she softened up and smiled at him. “I do trust you. I’m just curious.” Marina intertwined their fingers and held onto his hand.

PJ: he chuckled "Oh such much better" he smiled shaking his head. "Well I did already get you in the car so I'm almost there" he teased. He would never but it was just funny to joke about with their line of work. "good" he smiled at her for a second before he went on driving. Once they got closer he chuckled "Put this on" he got some black out sunglasses. Once she had them on he drove down a street and up to a dog shelter. "don't move" he teased as he got out and hurried around to open the door for her. Once she was out he smiled at her as he took off her glasses "Time for our doggy date" he winked.

Marina: chuckled a bit. “That’s true. You made me trust you all these years, but it was all to go with your master plan.” When he handed her the glasses, she rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding? I can just close my eyes or something.” With a sigh, she put the glasses on and let him continue with the surprise. She grabbed his hand so that she could carefully get out of the car. As soon as he took the glasses off, her eyes grew wide. “A doggie date?! This is perfect!”

PJ: looked at her with a smile. "yes years of pretending being your friend and dating you will lead up to this" he winked. He was kidding and he knew he was lucky to have her in his life.Even more now he didn't think they be here but he was glad it happened. "No you would so peek!" he smirked a moment. "Yep" he smiled looking at how excited she was. it was cute so he smiled as he watched her "Yeah I thought it be fun to go look at them and maybe walk a few"

Marina: simply rolled her eyes at him. It didn’t take long for her to get used to his teasing. She knew it would only get more often as they spent more time together. “I would not! I know how to be patient for a surprise.” Marina was exited to see all of the dogs. She wanted one so bad, but she never really got one for herself. “We do need to be careful though. You’ll have to hold yourself back. I know it’s hard for you to keep your hands off of me,” she joked. She knew there was potential for someone to recognize them, and she wasn’t sure how much they were really sharing yet.

PJ: they had known each other so long, it was easy to see why they got along so well. They could tease each other and make jokes and they both knew it was all for fun. "No I think you would peek and mess it all up" he joked looking at her. He knew she wanted a dog as much as he did. But their work kept them to busy to have one really. "Oh funny I was about to say the same thing to you, hands off" he did a spin before he laughed. They were a thing but the world did not know that yet. Soon enough they got checked in and headed inside to the dogs.

Marina: “Come on, Paddy. Where’s the trust,” she asked in a teasing tone. It made her happy that there was someone to geek out over dogs with. It was even better that it was him. “You’re gonna struggle more than me! You can’t keep your hands to yourself.” Marina made sure to move her hips a little bit more whenever she walked in front of him. As soon as she saw the dogs, her face lit up. “Look at them! I want them all!”

PJ: he laughed "Not much I think you peeked at your last birthday" he joked. But it was nice they had a lot in common and everything. Nerdy but though and loved dogs a lot. "you wish you know you wanna get up on this" he flexed once before he looked at her. He had to stop and watch a second, she did know how to get him. "No no you cant have them all" he smiled as he was looking at them and reading about them. "Aw they are all so cute" he smiled.

Marina: When he flexed, she couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him. He was attractive and he knew it. That was why she had to tease and get back at him. “Later, Paddy. Keep yourself together,” she joked. Marina smiled at all of the dogs, reading any cute fun facts out loud. “I think I can. You can have half and I’ll have half. It’s perfect.”

PJ: he had to look at her, she really did drive him crazy but in a good way. "Pfft you keep your hands away fro me" he smiled a moment at her. But he was kidding he was more at fault over her. "Aww" he was down on his knees at one smiling at it. "as much as I love the sounds of that you can barley take care of me muchless 10 dogs" he chuckled.

Marina: couldn’t believe how things were working out. Never in a million years did she think he would feel the same way she did. That they’d be where they are now. She went over to where he was and kneeled down to look at the dog. “Since when am I supposed to be taking care of you? You’re a grown man,” she joked. “Let’s go walk this little guy.” She stood back up to go find someone that could help them out.

PJ: he too was a bit surprised how things had been going. That he and Marina had been working out. That she had felt the same way he had for a while. He was just so thankful that he took the chance to kiss her that one night. "Yes you know you have been for years now" he nugged her with a laugh. "Yes please he's pretty cute" he smiled. He went and asked and a worker got the dog out.

Marina: It was tough since they were in the public eye. They were still trying to figure out when to tell people they were together. “How could I have forgotten? My grown man of a child,” she teased. When the worker helped them, she let PJ hold the leash so that she could bend down and play with the dog. She scratched behind his ears and on his head. “He’s so precious.”

PJ: it was going to be something once everyone knew. But he was fine with them just being a couple around each other only. "Yes, you have always taken care of me" he smiled at her for a moment. He just wanted to kiss her now but he couldn't. "He is pretty cute" he loved on the dog for a moment. Once he was done loving on the dog he started to walk outside with the dog and her.

Marina: wasn’t sure when they were going to be out in public, but she didn’t mind getting him to herself. “You’re just damn cute. I can’t help it.” She knew she could say certain things when people weren’t close enough to hear. As they started to walk the dog, she followed along. The dog seemed a little nervous, but he was still excited to be getting some attention. “I think he likes you.”

PJ: looked at her for a moment and smiled. "You are not to bad yourself" he knew no one was to close so he could say it. But this was nice and fun the dog was nervous but happy for a walk with them. "I bet who don't like me" he joked looking as the dog pulled them along the trail. He looked around not seeing anyone around them. So he kissed her cheek and smiled. "Are you having fun?"

Marina: playfully winked before continuing on. It was nice getting to just walk along with him and the dog. “I mean, I’m sure there are people out there who think you’re a pain in the ass like I do,” she teased. When he kissed her cheek, she couldn’t help but smile wide. “I am, yeah. This is pretty perfect. You know me well.”

PJ: he love to hold her hand right now but he knew they could not do that. someone would see them and that would start something. "Im sure they do and I knew you were into me for my ass" he joked winking at her. he laughed as he walked on with her smiling. "I wanted something simple but fun...and we have a good time and the dogs get to have a good time" he grinned at the door who was very happy and walking all over the place.

Marina: “It’s really the only good thing about you,” she joked. It was really sweet of him to think of a date that was different than what people usually did. He combined something they’d both love. “I wish I could get a dog, but I’m always afraid I won’t have enough time for him or her.” Marina bent over a bit and gently start to pet the dog’s head. “Maybe someday.”

PJ: he chuckled at her for a moment shaking his head. but it was fun idea they both liked doing good things, and loved dogs. so a date going to see dogs and walking them was their cup of tea. "Same here, I mean I wish I could but we work so much" he sighed as he got down by the dog loving on it.

Marina: couldn’t help but sigh. “Depending on how things go,” she started, nibbling a bit on her bottom lip from nerves. “We could split dog responsibilities. I mean, we work at the same time so it’s not like one of us is off while the other works, but still.” Catching herself rambling, she stopped and simply watched him with the dog. Both were adorable.

PJ: he smiled at her softly as they were both down petting the dog. "someday we can make it work" he smiled at her and put his hand on hers. They were petting the dog so it was okay for the moment. "Or we can always come here and get our dog fix" he smiled at her. He knew she wanted one badly but the work they did the apartment didnt mix.

Marina: looked over at him with a little smile. "Someday," she repeated. Since their relationship was still new, she didn't want to jinx it by making a bunch of plans. She gently used her thumb to stroke the back of his hand since they got a second to touch. "That sounds good to me. These little ones will be our fake adopted dogs."

PJ: smiled at her for a moment "yeah it will happen" he said looking at her. He wanted to make it happen for her. But it would be hard to do right now. "we can come as much as you like to take them for walks, we can bring this place food and whatever they need too" he smiled as he stood up. It was the best way they could get their dog fix for now.

Marina: had come close to adopting a dog a few times, but she always ended up talking herself out of it. It meant a lot to her that he knew how much she'd wanted a dog. It meant he actually listened to her when she talked. "We should see what they need," she replied. "That's a good idea. Who knew you were smart." Marina gave him a little smirk so that he'd know she was joking around. Standing back up, she turned to start heading back for the animal shelter. Maybe they could get in another walk before they left.

PJ: Paddy just wanted the best for her, and he hated he couldn't give her it all right now. But someday he knew she have a dog a few dogs really. "When it comes to dogs I can be" he grinned at her. Once back to the shelter they turned the one dog in. He asked for another and they got cute small dog with spots. "aw what a cute one this boy is" he smiled ruffling the dogs ears.

Marina: chuckled at his response. "Dogs definitely deserve all of your smarts." As they walked back, she gently bumped into her with her shoulder. It was playful and friendly enough that if anyone saw, they wouldn't think anything of it. When they swapped out the dogs, Marina practically melted at the smaller one. "Oh my god," she cooed as she bent down to pet the dog. "Hey, bud. You're so sweet." The dog immediately moved to lick her face, tail wagging with happiness.

PJ: he laughed "Yeah they are my people" he joked. Happy they had the love of dogs like they did. Yeah everyone did like dogs but they two of them really loved them. He had smile at her reaction to the smaller dog. He melted at it really at her and the cute dog. He looked over at the dogs name tag "AW his name is Pizza" he laughed. "No wonder she loves you so much" he joked.

Marina: had dogs in the family when she grew up, so she'd always loved dogs. They made her happy. Her eyes grew wide when he told her the dog's name. "Well, hi there, Pizza! I wonder who named you something so silly." She laughed and then scratched the dog's head once more before standing up. "Pizza and I have a fantastic relationship. Don't be jealous," she joked back.

PJ: he too grew up with dogs and loved having them. But the show had kept him so busy he never got one. He thought about it many times but the most he got was fish really. "It's cute maybe they thought all the spots were pizza toppings" he chuckled as he stood up from the dog. "I am i mean I wish I could be you so I could know him" he joked as they walked outside.

Marina: "That makes it even cuter! It's like he has pepperoni all over him or something," she said as she laughed. "You can't be me, Paddy. Sorry not sorry. I'm one of a kind." She winked as they headed back outside. This dog was a lot calmer than the first. He was content to simply go around and sniff everything.

PJ: he nodded "I can see it" all the spots did look like pepperoni and like sausage so it was pretty cute. "I know but I wish I was so I could be friends with the dog" and not the dog to be her friend to tease her. Both dogs were great but the smaller pizza was cute and wasn't tugging his arm off.

Marina: chuckled as she shook her head at him. "You can still be friends with the dog. You'll just have to accept that he'll always like me better than you." Pizza turned to Marina again and nudged her hand with his head. "Hi," she said in a higher pitched tone. "You want attention, don't you?" She easily bent down again to pet the dog, huge smile on her face.

PJ: he laughed "I know that and he's just being nice but he told me he loves me the most" he joked just happy she seemed happy. He got down by them and petted the dogs back as it was loving on her. "Aw he's just like you always beggging" he laughed.

Marina: "He told me he loves me the most! I think he was lying to you. So sorry." Pizza turned to Patrick and quickly licked his face before going back to Marina. "That was a pity kiss," she joked. When he teased her, she rolled her eyes. "He likes to kiss me. Can't really blame him."

PJ: Patrick looked at her for a moment shaking his head a her "all a set up he told me he's gonna love you now so i can come back later and get all the real love" he chuckled as he kissed the dog on the head. "He's not wrong there kissing you is pretty nice" he winked.

Marina: laughed when he told her it was a set up. “Pizza’s just a super great actor. Making me believe he actually loves me.” When he commented on her kissing, she looked up at him with a smug little grin. “You’re lucky you get to kiss me whenever you want now. Or, I guess, whenever we’re alone.” She stood up again so that they could finish up the walk.

PJ: he nodded at her with a smile. "Very good we should bring him to set...or not he take our jobs" he joked with a laugh. He would love to kiss her right now, and not stop. "Kissing you while we act was always alright" he smirked at her. "Makes me wanna hide some place" he winked as they walked back and inside. They turned in the dog and he asked what they needed for the shelter. "We will be back with what you need " he smiled at her.

Marina: “He can be the new police dog. Sniff out all of the drugs.” It would be awesome if they had a K-9 unit on the show. “You never complained. You liked it so much, you even moved it outside of work,” she teased. “I’d hide with you anytime.” When they had to give Pizza back, Marina frowned and bent down to say goodbye to him “We’ll come see you soon, okay?” After Pat finished talking to the worker, Marina stood back up so they could head out. “Have a great day,” she told the woman with a smile. “Give Pizza a few extra treats.”

PJ: he laughed "oh yes he's going to scare all the bad guys, he's so big and scary" PJ laughed. "but he would be a good little police dog" he smiled at her. He laughed. "Same to you, you like to keep it up as much as I do" he laughed. "Good..." he smiled glad she hide behind a wall to kiss him if they could do it. He was sad to to leave the dog so he said his good byes. He nodded at the worker and they started to walk outside. He saw a hall with no one and pulled her over. "You cant talk about kissing without me doing the kissing" he said and gave her a kiss.

Marina: laughed along with him. “He doesn’t have to scare them away! He just needs to be able to alert someone if the person has drugs. He can do that.” She playfully shrugged a shoulder when he called her out for liking kissing him. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” When they walked away from the dog, there was a hint of sadness on her face. She definitely had a connection with the little girl. Marina was confused when he pulled her to the side, but as soon as he said why, she smiled. Her hand went up to his cheek as she kissed him back. “So sneaky.”

PJ: "I think most police dogs do it all not just be cute and sniff out drugs" he laughed. But Pizza could do it maybe, and be the first small police dog. "I think you do" he chuckled he knew he did and he would tell her that. The hall way was nice dark enough and no one came around since it was down by the exit like near a closet. "So sneaky" he smiled as he pushed her on the wall giving her another kiss.

Marina: “He’d be a TV show police dog. He can get away with just looking cute,” she playfully argued. Since they had walked back to where people were, she couldn’t tell him that she did enjoy kissing him. He knew she did anyway. Marina couldn’t help but be completely caught up in him. She knew she should double check that no one was around, but all she could focus on was his lips. After a minute, she placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him back. “We can’t. Let’s go back to my place, or yours. It’s safer there.”

PJ: he smiled a moment at her "that is true, he dont really need to attack anyone" he chuckled. He knew they shouldn't but he missed her lips he missed her. So he had get a little bit of her while he could. He kept at it till she pushed him back. "ughh" he chuckled. "You act like we are hiding from zomies" he laughed as he walked out of the hallway with her and to the car

Marina: softly ran her fingers through his hair after pushing him back. "Zombies would be easier for us to deal with," she joked. "You know why we have to be careful though. For now." She followed him down the hallway and back outside to the car. After slipping into her seat, she reached over so she could grab his hand. They could at least do that again. "This is gonna sound kinda dumb, but I'm actually pretty sad to be leaving Pizza behind."

PJ: he let out a breath as she pushed away from him. He knew they shouldn't the public didn't know about them yet. "I think so we can run and hide from them easy not like the public" he laughed. He was glad to hold her hand again since they were in the car no one could see it. "I know, but we work to much right now" he was sad about it since he did like pizza a lot too

Marina: "Exactly! We could kick some zombie ass. Real people are a lot harder to deal with." She brought his hand up to her lips so she could kiss it. She was struggling just as much as she was, but she was forcing herself to stay calm. They'd be by themselves again soon. "I know. I mean, we work too much anyway. As long as the show lasts, we're gonna be busy." She shrugged a shoulder. "But so many people have pets anyway. I just need to bite the bullet someday."

PJ: he laughed light as he looked at her. "I think we do good if the world went walking dead on us" he joked. Really he knew he be scared of that so he hoped it would never happen. "Yeah and that maybe a while" he chuckled a moment. The show was doing so well now they were kept busy. It would be hard but if you had someone help you, you could have a pet easy. "Someday it will happen" he looked at her quickly and went on driving.

Marina: hoped a zombie apocalypse would never happen, but she knew if it did, she'd at least be pretty safe with him and any other cast mates they could meet up with. "I hope it's a while from now. That means we'd still have a job." She chuckled a bit as she turned her head so she could look over at him. "I know it will. Thank you," she told him, gently squeezing his hand. It helped that he understood how much it sucked to leave the little guy behind.

PJ: he smiled at her for a moment, she did mean a lot too him. So if everything every happened he would do everything he could to take care of her and to keep her safe."I know right? As much as a break would be nice I like having work" he laughed. He kissed her hand just not letting it go he couldn't help himself. "Like I said we will come back to visit as much as we can"

Marina: slipped her hand out of his so that she could reach up and play with his hair, forearm resting on his shoulder. "I like having work too. It means you get to see my adorable face every day. I know that's your favorite part of the job." She liked the plan they had. To visit the animal shelter when they could and help out with anything the shelter might need. It was almost like the entire shelter was theirs. "As much as I don't want this to go to your head, you're kinda the best."

PJ: he smiled at her touch, it was all so nice. He had no idea how much even a little touch could mean to someone. "Oh yes that's all i am there for is to see your face" he laughed lightly at her. "but it is a big part of it now" he winked. Hearing what she said he had look over at her and smiled. "You are too, you're amazing" he smiled. After a short drive they arrived back at their apartments.

Marina: "I knew it," she replied quickly. "Who cares about the other great people we work with when you get to work with me?" She was joking, of course. There was a lot more that was awesome about working on their show. When he called her amazing, she smiled a bit wider. After getting back to their apartment building, she got out of the car, looked around, and then grabbed his hand.

PJ: he looked at her with a smile and laughed "Yes all about you as always not everyone else" he smirked only kidding. He loved everyone they worked with. But there was something about Marina that just made his heart skip a beat really. Once out of the car he was happy to hold her hand as they walked up to her apartment.

Marina: smiled as she listened to him laugh. "As long as you know the rules," she joked back. The rest of the cast and crew were like family to her, but Pat had always been something different. As they reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and pulled him inside. "And we're free," she said playfully. "I'm all yours again."

PJ: looked at her with a smile. It was part that their characters had a thing. so it made them become very close over the years. He just got so close to her, he was close to the rest of the cast but she was his number one. "Oh no you have to keep me in line" he winked. He laughed when she pulled him inside "thank god" he said pulling her into a kiss.

Marina: They'd gone through a lot together as actors so it only made sense that they ended up developing genuine feelings for each other. They had a similar chemistry that their characters did. The fans, cast, and crew could all see it. It'd just taken them a bit to figure it out. "Keeping you in line is hard work," she teased. Her arms immediately went up and around his neck as she leaned in close to kiss him back.

PJ: so many years of work, it lead to the becoming so close. He always thought their thing was just acting, that it wasn't real. But it ended up being their feelings was not just an on screen thing. "i know but you love doing it" he smirked into their kiss as he backed up them onto the couch.

Marina: "Someone has to do it so I figured it might as well be me. I'm the only one that really can." The couch hit the back of her knees so she immediately moved to lay down. Her arms stayed around him so that she could pull him down with her.

PJ: he nodded wit ha laugh. "you are, you are the only one for me" he smiled at her. She really was, he was thinking that she was all he needed right now. he laid on top of her but held himself over her.

Marina: melted a bit at what he said. It was super cute. "I love it when you get all mushy and say adorable things." She felt as if she could stay in this moment, kissing him, forever. It was all she needed. He was all she needed.

PJ: smiled at her, she did really make him so happy. "You are almost as cute as Pizza" he laughed. He snuggled with her and snuggled his nose into her neck before he kissed it.

Marina: laughed as she looked at him with wide eyes. "Almost?! I should at least be even with Pizza." As he moved his head to her neck, she tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of his head and held him close. "We should talk about the elephant in the room. Well, the elephant I know about, but I don't think you know."

PJ: he chuckled "wow I thought you would say that Pizza is way cuter" he joked and looked at her "but you're right you are the cute one. He smiled as he kissed her once more before he smirked. "We cant get a dog Marina so we so cant get an elephant" he joked.

Marina: "Well, Pizza's way cuter than you, but he's pretty even with me," she teased. Hearing him admit she was the cute one made her smirk. "There you go." Her hand went to play with his hair again. "Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." Though it would be pretty cool to have a pet elephant. "Tracy asked me if something was going on with us. So we need to either be a bit more careful at work or accept that the people close to us might get suspicious."

PJ: he chuckled "i can see that" he said about himself. "I don't know... I think you right about him but he beats me is true" he laughed. he did love when she played with his hair, he just liked that feeling. He laughed looking at her sitting them up he moved so she was laying on him now and he brushed her hair from her face. "well stop being cute and I'll stop looking at you like i do" he joked. He bit his lip for a second. "What do you wanna do, tell our friends or just try keep it more quiet..."

Marina: "Aww, no. You're not allowed to put yourself down. Only I'm allowed to do it since we know it's not true. You're super adorable. You and Pizza are the two cutest." The first time she ran her fingers through his hair, she noticed the way he leaned into it, so she'd made a mental note to do it often. Marina let him swap them so that she was now laying on him. Made it a little easier for them since she was smaller. "I can't help it! You stop being cute," she playfully argued. "I don't know. I feel like maybe we don't tell them outright, but we stay the way we've been and if they figure it out on their own, we can just ask them to keep it quiet. At least until we're at a point where we want it out."

PJ: he laughed "i'm kidding" he said. "Yes i love it when you tease me" he nodded. Because they did that to each other it was all fun and games. It was just her, she could touch his hair and he really melted. He liked his hair and normally he didn't let many touch it at all. "You need to stop being hot I cant help but look at you, so you need stop first" he smirked at her. He thought a moment as he held onto her hand. "they are gonna figure it out soon I think" they just were so into each other it wa hard not to see that. "But we can tell them too they all are our family and wouldn't say a thing if we ask them too" so there was two ways to do it and it was hard to think what one was best.

Marina: She smiled when he admitted he was kidding around. Leaning down a bit, she placed kisses all over his face. “Just checking. I don’t want you to ever think you’re anything less than amazing.” Marina’s head fell back in laughter when he complained about her being hot. “I can’t help it! They do my hair and makeup and make me look somewhat decent. You need to stop being hot too. They always have you in those tight shirts. Perfect for the fans and me.” Thinking about their options, she found pros and cons for each one. He was right though. If they confided in their friends and the people they worked with, no one would say anything. “We can tell them. And just make sure they all know it’s not really something we’re ready to put in the public eye yet.”

PJ: he laughed as she kissed him all over he loved it. "Same with you babe, you are the best thing..that's happened to me" he smiled as he kissed her. But really she was good looking and the shows team makes her look even better. "They do make you look great and that must be hard because you look amazing always" even when she had no make up and just woke up. He laughed "you wanna know how hard it is to get the shirts off?" he teased. He wanted people to know, but just their friends since he knew they be happy for them. "I think they understand that..."

Marina: “You’re so cute,” she mumbled against his lips as she kissed him back. The fact that he was giving her so many compliments made her happy. He knew exactly what she needed to hear. While she loved their joking relationship, it was nice to get the sweet side of him too. “I don’t know if I’d say always, but you’re maybe a little biased.” Marina jokingly wiggled her eyebrows when he talked about getting the shirts off. “All you need to do is say the word and I’d happily help you out.” When it seemed as if they’d decided on what to do, she relaxed. It’d been bothering her ever since their cast mate had brought it up. “Everyone already jokes about how you’re mine. Now they’ll know it’s official,” she teased.

PJ: he smiled hearing what she said. They could do that, kid around with each other and could give each other all the compliments. It was funny and them they were not the serious at all. "I maybe but you do always look amazing but that make up team is amazing too" he chuckled kissing her. He laughed. "ah maybe that was my plan to get you to help get me out of them" he teased "can you even get this one off?" he said with a wink. It wasn't hard to see how they looked at each other. "I think they know...but will be happy for us once tell them" he smiled. thinking of how they should do it.

Marina: She kissed him back easily, but then softly nudged his shoulder. “Thank God they have the makeup team for you. Someone to fix up this mess of a face you got,” she joked. Marina squinted her eyes at him with a competitive expression. “Don’t tempt me because you would be out of this shirt in seconds. If I had it my way, you’d never wear one.” She smiled at the thought of the people they cared about actually knowing their secret. It’d make things a whole lot easier. Especially at work. “They’re gonna ask us what took so long.”

PJ: he smiled into her kiss, he was very into them right now. "i know i don't think I could be on TV if they didn't fix me up" he laughed. He gave her a look like he did mean it and put her hand at the bottom of his shirt. "hmm you would like that" he teased. "I knoww they are gonna all go about damn time you too"

Marina: “That’s why you’ve had so much with me. They just say toss Paddy with Marina so that she can look good enough for the both of them.” Her eyes traveled down his body a bit and since he suggested it, she moved her other hand so she could pull his shirt up and over his head. “The view just got so much better,” she teased. “They are! LaRoyce has been telling me to lock you down since season two. I thought he was crazy.”

PJ: he laughed "i think that must be it they knew if I wasn't always working with you i'd look like a dog" he joked as he kissed her with a smile. He was glad she was okay with it and into it so she took off his shirt. He sat up so she could get off his shirt. "so it's good for you...." he winked at her as he had kiss her again. "that sounds about right I think he told me that too" he laughed.

Marina: laughed as they continued to joke around. “At least you’d be an adorable dog.” Seeing him shirtless wasn’t anything new to her so she definitely didn’t mind when he suggested it. It made it even better that she got to relax back against him as they cuddled, her hand resting on his chest. “This is what the fans tune into every week. They’re all just hoping you have a shirtless scene.” She grinned and kissed him a few times. “Of course he did. Hoping one of us would give in to his matchmaking.”

PJ: he smiled as they joked around with each other. He laughed "they got to use all the guys for the eye candy" he was not the only guy that had take their shirt off all the time for no reason. Half the time they had something in a locker room was to have a guy with a shirt off, when they could talk about the same thing outside no problem. "I think they all hope you would" he winked as he was playing with her shirt. "He's gonna brag he set us up"

Marina: “I like it. The females kick ass and the guys look hot. It’s perfect.” Whenever the women had to go undercover, things would get revealing, but they didn’t have too many scenes where they were shirtless. If they were, it was to show that they hooked up with another character. “They’ve gotten to see a decent amount. Like how they constantly have Tracy and I in this crazy, ultra push up bras. As if a cop would give if she had perfect cleavage.” Marina laughed at it. It wasn’t a big deal to her since she knew looking good was a part of being on TV. It was entertaining. “He probably will. Whatever helps him sleep at night.”

PJ: He noded, the men always had to have their shirts off. Like they would be talking and changing and it would happen. The times they got hurt the shirt would come off too. "i never get that you look damn amazing and Tracy too so no need for that" he looked down at her chest with a wink. "i think look great with what you have" he smiled at her. "I think the only cop with big brests is tv and porn cops" he laughed. "He's gonna brag about it"

Marina: shrugged her shoulders. “It doesn’t really bother me or anything. It’s just funny how different it is from real life. I get that it has to be a bit more glamorous.” When he looked down at her chest, she playfully rolled her eyes. “I was going to say I think you’re the only one who’s been in hot and heavy scenes with me, but then I remembered there was one with Charles.” It wasn’t often that the show showed much of an intimate scene, but when they did, it had typically been their characters since they were established. “I can’t imagine having a big chest and being a real cop. The running is... not fun.”

PJ: he smiled at her "i get it's for tv it's how it is we all got to look hot keep everyone watching" so they use make up on everyone, give the girls push up bras and more. "very nice" he winked "I am the lucky one... I mean you are the lucky one" he laughed "don't remind me" he made a face at her. But their characters were a thing so they did only really do stuff like that with each other. "i bet that would hurt and make it hard to like tackle someone"

Marina: “Exactly. Plus it’s not like I’m straight up naked or anything. That’s where I’d draw the line.” There were women who didn’t mind scenes like that, but she didn’t think she could do it. She chuckled when he reacted to it mostly being scenes with him. “Why don’t we just say we’re both lucky?” There was a little pout on her face when he said not to remind him. “Oh, is someone a little jealous that he didn’t get all of my make out scenes?” Her tone was teasing as she questioned him. They both knew it was work. “Whenever we have days with a lot of running or chasing with stairs, it hurts me, so I can only imagine how much it must hurt if that’s a woman’s actual job that’s larger than I am.”

PJ: he laughed "that's what funny men can be nearly nacked and it's okay on tv but women nope" he laughed. He had to get down to just boxers before and it was always weird. Since so many people were really in the room with them. "We are" he smiled for a moment. "Yes, no one should kiss you but me" he winked. It was before them and even if so it be just for work and it be okay."I bet I mean I dont know you run with them at all" he laughed.

Marina: nodded along to what he was saying. "For real! Men can do anything on TV and then a woman tries and all of a sudden people are pissed." It was crazy how many double standards still existed. "No one gets to really kiss me. They're technically kissing Kim," she told him. That at least made it a tiny bit better. "Before I automatically yell at you," she started with a laugh. "Were you saying that sarcastically like I don't run or were you serious?"

PJ: he nodded "it's crazy I mean I've seen the men that get to be nacked and show off their ass, but a women cant do that?" he never got that it was a weird thing. Like everyone should be treated the same. "But you Kim sooo" he made a face her and laughed. "But thankfully Kim is to into Adam to want to kiss anyone else" he smirked. "I mean you got nice ones so I dont know how you run with them bouncing all around" he laughed. "my boobs are not big" he frowned looking down with a laugh.

Marina: "Welcome to the world of a woman," she told him, playfully patting his head. While it sucked, it was something she'd gotten used to. "Oh, hush!" Marina laughed along with him. "Kim isn't kissing anyone right now. She's working on herself. Trying not to be buried under her grief and stress." When he commented on not knowing how she ran, she couldn't help laughing some more. "It's really not hard or anything. Sure, they move, but that's what a bra is for. To support them and make it so they don't go crazy." She kissed his cheek. "So sorry. You're just a late bloomer," she teased.

PJ: he shook his head "If I can show my ass on tv you should be able too" he smirked. "or dont' cause ..." he smiled as he kissed her. "i know she is and Adam is working on it all too, it's hard for them" he sighed. But he knew they would get past it all at some point. "i seen the ones that you in it's not a sports bra....." he knew they normally would do sport type things with them. "do you think real cops use a sports bra?" he asked making a thinking face before he laughed. "very late....very very" he smirked.

Marina: chuckled a bit. "I don't need to show my ass on TV. I'm good keeping it to myself and a very select few." She liked that a lot of her scenes were surrounded by real plots and not just sex appeal. "I wish they let us wear sports bras. It would make things so much easier!" She shook her head at him. "You are very boob motivated tonight. You've suddenly turned into a teenage boy," she joked.

PJ: he nodded "you don't and i don't" he smiled. They rarely did it wasn't the type of cop show they were on. He knew some of the others were all about that. "You should ask them as much as I like your push up you should be able to run when it dont hurt" he smiled. "What my girlfriend has good boobs sooo I think about them" he winked at her.

Marina: “I mean, I won’t argue if they want to write one in for Adam,” she teased. It didn’t happen often for any of them. The most they had to do was shirtless scenes; and that was more often the guys. “I’ve been able to survive this long. They do give more supportive ones when we have something strenuous.” Marina rolled her eyes at him, but she was chuckling. “They appreciate their fans.”

PJ: he laughed "you would want to see my ass" he gave her a sly grin. But work asked for what they did and it normally wasn't to bad. "that's good" he said he didnt want her hurting. "They better" he laughed. He gave her a kiss and smiled. "I don't why you are so cute it's not fair me" he smirked

Marina: pretended to be innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just think it’d be loved by the fans,” she pretended. It was sweet that he seemed genuinely concerned for her. The costume departing was typically pretty good with making sure nothing was uncomfortable. She kissed him back gently, hand moving to his hair. “How is that not fair to you?! You’re the one who gets me and all of my cuteness.”

PJ: he shook his head "oh just for the fans not for you?" he chuckled "you know if you were not sitting on me" he winked at her wit ha smile. He knew their crew did great but he still hoped she never was hurting. "I know but I wanna touch you and kiss you all the time now and you being cute makes me hard not to" he laughed as he ran his hand down her side.

Marina: “The fans can have Adam because I get the real thing,” she replied. “What would happen if I wasn’t on you?” Marina looked at him with a knowing grin. Hearing why it wasn’t fair made her smile. He was sweet. “You can touch and kiss me often. Just not when we’re working or in public.” She knew that wasn’t helpful. “You being cute makes it hard on me too, you know.”

PJ: he smiled hearing that glad she was here. That they at last after years of being close were a thing. "you be blinded by a full moon" he joked laughing. "We work a lot and are out a lot so it's hard" he said kissing her a few times just to catch up for when she was away. "I am gonna make sure to look at you extra cute now"

Marina: erupted into a fit of laughter when he told her what would happen. “Lovely,” she joked. “That’s my man.” Hearing his argument to what she said, she pouted a bit before kissing him back. “I know it sucks, but you can kiss me in between scenes and when it’s just casual rehearsal. Makes it a little better at work.” She played with his hair as she looked at him. “You’re always extra cute. You’re a mix of cute and hot that kills me.”

PJ: he laughed with her smiling for a moment at her. "very white sadly" he chuckled. "I don't if I'll be able to stop" he smirked. She did really drive him crazy lately. His hair ugh she knew how to get him to just melt. "Oh wow because you're cute and very sexy to me...and you need to just ...not... so i dont get in trouble someday" he joked.

Marina: “You’d have to show some kind of self control,” she teased. The way his facial expression changed just slightly when she started playing with his hair made her smile. “Why would you get in trouble?” Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at him with curiosity. “I guess at work you would, but only when we’re trying to film. But you wouldn’t get in trouble for anything else.”

PJ: he laughed "with you i cant" he joked as he snuggled with her a moment. She just made him really happy and he always wanted to be close to her. "you would get me in trouble since you're mean" he teased kissing her neck. "I am kidding but really it makes us our time even better" when they had to keep away from each other it made all the time with each other better

Marina: smiled softly at the way he jokingly complained about having to stay away from her. It was adorable. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you don’t get in trouble,” she promised with a laugh. After the kiss to her neck, she rested her head down, nuzzling against him. “That’s true. If we were all over each other constantly, I’d get sick of you.” She was joking, of course. She didn’t think it was possible to ever get tired of him.

PJ: he smiled "that's going to be hard on you" he joked. He was just glad to be around her even if it was when they were working. "that is true, I mean I'd be sick of me" he joked he laid back more now just wanting to snuggle with her. They never had to do a lot to have a good time. They could just talk and snuggle and he would be happy

Marina: “I’ll somehow find a way,” she joked back. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths as she relaxed. It was nice getting to simply rest with him sometimes. Being in his arms was easily one of her favorite places to be. Since they didn’t have much to do today, Marina silently decided that they wouldn’t move much from their current spots. A chance to relax was all she needed.

PJ: he smiled as she felt so at home in his arms. She just was made for it he felt. He smiled as he closed his eyes "time for a nap" he chuckled lightly. Time did change so his body was off and he needed some rest

#paddy:puppydate #paddy:003

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 5 years ago

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I guess you could call me weird. My name is Animal but everyone calls me Ani. I have brown hair and green eyes. I’m 3 feet 6 inches. So you could also called me tiny. The problem is, that’s my full height. My doctor says I’m done growing. But that’s not even the weirdest thing. The weirdest is: I hear voices no one else hears. If you ever see me really wild I’m probably hearing one crying for help. Those are the worst for me. I’m very peaceful. It makes me want to scream for help myself. I never do that, because I’m a really quiet person. Unlike my dear parents. They’re tall, loud, and forceful.Which is the exact opposite of me. They’re both almost 7 feet. So I’m not hard to deal with,being almost half their size. At school everyone thinks I’m in kindergarten, not 6th grade. I’m called shrimp and other names. The only place where no one can affect me is outside. I wish I could always be outside. Little did I know my wish would come true. Now where it began to become true was my room. I go to bed when I want. But I’m responsible and go to bed pretty early. I picked my sheets, so they have animals and plants as the design. I love them very much. The day before my 12th birthday. My birthday is the last official day of spring. So it’s the most beautiful.. Not sick or anything just… off. I tried reading think maybe I was just really excited. That didn’t work so I just went to bed. I actually was kind of excited for the next day. Strangely I didn’t dream that night. I normally dream. Now I know why but then… I didn’t. When I opened my eyes I was trapped. At first I thought I was finally dreaming but then I heard my alarm. I wake up to the songs of birds. Today was a chorus day. So it was a bit louder then normal. So I was awake, and curled up in the middle of my blanket. But when I stretched, I barely moved. When I looked at myself I realized… I was only ½ an inch tall! I had been shrunk, which is why I was feeling off yesterday. I wanted to call for help, but first, I had to get out of my blanket.

“Look at the tiny ones struggles!” a voice rang out...laughing.

“So funny now she’s smaller than us,” another voice rang out- also laughing.

“Be nice to her. She was always so nice to us. Greeting us by name,” A third voice rang out. But this one was scolding. By that time I had found the edge of the blanket and climbed out. I recognized Berry (a Blue Jay), Rosy (a Cardinal), and Owl (a Mourning Dove). Owl was glaring at the others.

“We’re sorry, we didn’t mean any offense. It was just funny to us,” they chorused

“No offense taken” I told them. Berry flew over then.

“Climb on little one,” she told me and i obeyed. As soon as I was settled she spread her wings and flyed. Rosy and Owl imitated her. But Owl soon parted company with us. I was too happy to notice. Flying was amazing! When I did Owl was soaring back but, someone was on her back. Someone who looked exactly like me except... more comfortable flying. But as we neared each other I felt like something had been reawakened in me. Owl pulled up alongside Berry. The girl stared at me and I stared at her. We might have started talking if both birds hadn’t curved downward all of a sudden. I fell off surprised at the sudden move. If my instincts hadn’t taken over this story would already be over. I grabbed a near by leaf. I made it into a parachute, and when I reached the ground I let go of it and rolled. As I got to my feet my “friend” dropped beside me.

“Explain. now,” she commanded me

“My name’s Animal and I was shrunk last night. I don’t know why or how. Then Berry took me here.” I told her all I knew.

“How old are you?” She sounded curious now.

“Today’s my 12th birthday.” She looked confused at me

“That’s the same as me. My name’s Flower by the way. But everyone calls me Flow.” she told me sounding...hesitant

“Well everyone calls me Ani, it just sounds more normal they say.” I told her cheerfully.

“I had a twin sister with that name. If that name, if you’re her then that would explain the feeling-” she started

“That some part of you were woken at the sight of me?”I interrupted. She nodded. “I had the same one” her eyes widened at that.

“So it could be…. Ani?” she asked quietly. “Maybe that’s why we’re so alike. Maybe that explains the feeling. I’ll take her to Mom.” I didn’t see Flow’s mouth move, yet I heard her clearly in my head. Was I hearing her…. Thoughts? She started walking away before realizing I wasn’t following, not understanding what she was doing. Or so she thought. She beckoned for me to follow. I did still confused. “Ani can you hear me? I’m just testing if we really are twins.” once again I heard her thoughts but this time they were aimed towards me

“Loud and clear.” I told her by thought.

“Thought so. But you’re not like me. You were big.” She informed me speaking out loud this time.

“Key word is

in that sentence,” I told her. She just snorted and sped up. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a low branch. I swung after her. She didn’t tell me I couldn’t act like a monkey. Besides it was fun. She followed the path to the mushroom patch that could never be removed. But they weren’t just mushrooms. They were mushroom houses. When we were close enough that I had to stop, I swung down. As I walked behind Flow, people stopped and stared at me. That happened all the way to a blue-green mushroom house. Which was Flow’s house. She approached and knocked on the door calling out:

“Mom you home?” As she finished a woman poked her head out. She beamed, opening the door to amite us. As soon as Flow stepped inside, the woman swept her into an embrace. Both had a brief conversation that I didn’t catch. They turned to me curiosity in their gazes. But then they noticed I was still in my PJ’s. Flow slipped off, she returned and tossed me some clothes. I was shown the bathroom, where I changed. They fit perfectly. Of course, they were probably some of Flow’s clothes. I reemerged now dressed and very awkward. While I had been changing Flow and her mom had gotten busy. Flow’s Mom was cooking a meal. Flow herself was cleaning and repairing the place. I realized that just like me she had a power. But hers was plant powers, mine animal. Hence our names. That suddenly made a lot of sense to me. Named after our powers but how everyone calls Flow something different as if they are trying to cover her powers up. As if something had happened to her at a young age. Like the disappearance of her twin sister. My thoughts would have wandered farther if Flow hadn’t butted in.

“Yep. You are very much correct. But now that my twin has returned I’m not sure I’m happy about it,” she sent me the message telepathically. Which was very rude, listening to my private thoughts. I would have started on her if an alarm hadn’t started blaring just then. I vaguely recognized it, remembering it warned of danger. Flow and her mom ran out the door as soon as they heard it. I knew I should do the same, but I didn’t. I was very confused. How did I recognize it, if I had never heard it before? Then I remembered.The night I was stolen. I was only 1. The same alarm started and my parents grabbed us and ran. My father was too slow. He and I were caught. I never saw him again. but before I could remember more, a foot caved the entrance. That jutted me crudely out of my thoughts. I scrambled back, not sure if the other foot was coming. I heard a bellow and the foot lifted. Someone must have hit it. I crawled to the window. By the time I looked the two people had reached the door and entered. But not before I saw they were carrying jars. I needed to know more about my past. I don’t remember much before my 8th birthday. But I could remember more. I just had to find out how. But first I needed to stop the Rufins. I don’t know why I remembered that now of all times but it helped to have something to call them. Other than big people. I know they aren’t my parents. They never were. But my real parents don’t really know me. I didn’t know where I belonged anymore. I decided to figure that after the Rufins were contained. So I started on my journey. I moved the rubble that had been the door. Then when I was able to crawl outside, I called for Berry. She didn’t respond, so I started walking. Flow must have noticed, because soon after she caught up and tossed me a pack. In it were clothes, a sword, food, and other survival necessities. She had an identical pack. I realized she was there to help. Plus, she didn’t leave once she gave me the pack. I probably could use the help though. So I didn’t mind she tagged along. Besides she was really stubborn so she would have stayed even if I told her to go. So really I had no choice in the matter. Besides she was useful. She apparently spied on the Rufins often. We camped in a well used spot. That was about half way. When we started out again in the morning a rumbling noise began. It was an earthquake. An earthquake that forced us into a small crack in the ground. The crack wasn’t too deep. But it was deep enough that we couldn’t get back out again. We tried going the same way we had been heading. But we got lost. So we just sat down where we were. To pass the time, I asked how there came to be little and big people. So she told the story.

“Once there was only big people. Some had powers like you and me. They would become that small people. The powerless people got jealous. One day, one of them found a chance to get rid of the powers. The powerless squashed one young child . He died. But to prevent others from suffering the same fate, he turned them small. The now big people were thrilled! We were easier to catch. But we became hard to find. That’s because we all had nature powers. So we hid with nature. For a while no Rufin could find us. But in the end, they found us. But by then we were like ants. There were a lot of us.” She finished with a flourish. But that’s when the cat turned up. The cat’s name was Swipe, and he technically belonged to the Rufins. But he’s a wild cat. He hunts for himself. But he thought we would make good prey.

“Swipe stop” I told him before he could leap at us. He froze when he heard me speak cat. I grabbed Flow’s hand to drag her to him. “It’s okay. He‘s our ride to the Rufins!”I whisper to her. She nods and climbs on. I climb on behind her. “Alright Swipe take us to the house,” I instructed him. He shot off to the destination set for him. Both Flow and I were clinging on for dear life. When we reached the basement of the house we slipped off and started climbing the stairs. When we reached the top we have to climb the cabinets. We find the jars that contain the others and free them. They run down the stairs to be carried away by Swipe. Flow and I hide, getting ready for the Rufins to return home. Both of us draw our swords as we hear the front door open. It was slightly comical. The sword was basically a very sharp thorn on a handle. But it was still dangerous. The kitchen door opened. I tensed, ready to strike when Flow gave the signal. His hand reached for the cabinet above me. That’s when Flow gave the signal. We struck in harmony. He tried to swipe us off, but we just leaped to a new place each time. We stopped and surveyed our work. It was…. Amazing. He had many cuts. He wouldn’t forget our message in a hurry.

“So will you stop terrorizing us?” Flow demanded.

“Yes! I will” He bellowed in pain.

“And will your wife do the same?” I inquire

“Most likely. Once she sees the damage you did.” he whimpered. We smiled pleased and leaped off the counter.

“So what now? How will we get out?” Flow murmured to me.

“The bedroom I was forced to use? Last I knew the window was open,” I suggest. She nods and heads for the stairs. When we reached the room, I called out for a little help.

“Owl, Berry we need a little assistance.” They flew in the open window. We mount on them and take off. When we flew out the open window a cheer went up. Everyone from the village and all the animals were cheering for

When we reached the village, the mayor came to have a chat with Flow. I wasn’t to be included. Everyone moved after Flow and the mayor. I went to my welcome back and congratulations party. All the animals were proud of me. Well I knew I was welcome

If no one in the village wanted me I could live with any of the animals. Even Swipe. Soon Flow turned up and had me come back to the village. Apparently the mayor thought I slowed Flow down and was only a little help. She shut that down right away. She had told him half of it was thanks to me.

“You didn’t have to do that Flow!” I told her

“Did too little Ani!” She told me telepathically. I smiled at that. Nowadays you couldn’t tell us apart, if we weren’t using our powers. But I was happy. I was where I belonged. With my twin Flow, and our mom.

I’m Home.

#Old writing #Old to New #From June 2015

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colitisandme · 6 years ago

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Yesterday was a bad day. With IBD, some days are bad days, some really bad days and yesterday was the equivalent of your shoes getting stolen whilst having a nap on a train having to leave the station to find it’s raining, stepping on poo, then have a driver throw a rancid burrito at you out of a car window whilst pigeons watch nearby. Now you are being chased by pigeons who think you resemble a wet, walking, snack. So you run bare foot and screaming through a group of people, Knocking them over like bowling pins. You run and run, still screaming, trying in vain to get back to your house, only to find you’ve dropped your keys somewhere between stepping in poo, losing your shoes and getting attacked by wild hungry birds. And so wet, bitten and smelly, you sit on your doorstep, looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards, until a nice neighbour invites you in to their house. Once inside, he makes you stand on kitchen roll in his hallway, and shoes the rest of the family away from you into the lounge, until the locksmith comes out and lets your shivery, embarrassed, bedraggled self into your own house, eyeing you up with a mixture of suspicion and horror as you squelch up the stairs. Yep yesterday was like that.

It started out okay. I hadn’t slept for the 3rd night in a row and so was starting to resemble something from ‘the night of the living dead.’ I fed our bunnies, who looked slightly alarmed when this swamp like creature appeared at their hutch door, and to show their disgust at my bedraggled, bloodshot eyed appearance, scuttled off into their bedroom area and did not re-appear until I filled up their food bowls. In the process of doing this and leaning down to give them some affection, I proceeded to fall over and nearly break my leg on one of their toys, which in turn, caused me to yell out loudly, scrabbling to keep myself upright. After I tried to gain my balance, they proceeded to thump at me in chorus for disturbing their peaceful breakfast time, ignore my cries of pain and rebuff my attempts to pacify them with pieces of dried fruit. I then hobbled back inside, groaning and cursing my need to make sure our bunnies were stimulated by making our shed into the equivalent of the ‘Toys R’Us bunny sanctuary’ proclaiming war and future destruction of all cardboard tunnels, fed our doggy guest then tried to start my day.

My body was being a D**k! A true arsehole. Firstly it spent the first hour convincing me I needed to go to the loo, (hadn’t been for 3 days) and so I spent that hour running backwards and forwards to my bathroom like I was on a travelator, sweating, swearing, grunting, in pain and nauseous before finally forcing myself to go. My poor bum was in tatters and my hands became red and sore because I had clenched my fists so hard, there were nail marks imbedded into my palm. The dog didn’t understand my pain, as I limped over to the freezer and put ice on my paws and just wanted strokes and belly rubs so I nursed my paws and stroked the dog, thankful she too didn’t love cardboard tunnels. As well as now dealing with leg injury and ice paws, I had been, for the past few days living with a bite on my arm, due to some demon insect deciding it would fuck up my week by taking a chunk out of my arm. This might not sound like much, but my immune system is shot and I am also really helpfully, allergic to the one bug that chewed on me, so it’s a big deal.

It picked on me when I was trying to be a good fur baby mum, and clean out my bunnies shed. He flew up out of the hay and sank his little insecty fangs into my poor unsuspecting flesh. Although bumpy and itchy, I put some cream on it, wrapped ice around my arm and hoped for the best. Well my arm ballooned. My whole left forearm resembled a cross between Popeye and the Michelin man. After rubbing my arm, then cursing myself for scratching myself into a stupor and declaring war on all things insecty and bitey, ( I never harm any animal including spiders, snails, bees wasps etc but I draw the line at fly’s and horseflys because they find me perfectly delicious) I instructed my husband to get me some hydrocortisone cream and I found some Anti itch cream nestled in my bag to slather all over it. But it was too late. I once watched a documentary which stated, that a bear will travel hundreds of miles to visit his favourite ‘scratching tree’ and I now understand the extroadinary travel time and distance he would go to, just to happily scratch himself for a few hours. I was so bloody itchy I was rubbing myself on anything to relieve that itch. Anything. And if anyone would have seen me, I would have looked demented with my tongue on one side, trying to rub my arm up and down the wooden beams in my house with a look on my face that resembled madness and sheer euphoria. Of course this was a mistake, and soon all the antihistamine coursed through my body and hundreds of hives had popped up, so I knew I just had to grit my teeth and wait it out. 3 days later, hair on end, sleepless, eyes wide, hungry and my bum in tatters I had lost a lot of my reserves.

You would think that my body, at this point, would take pity on me. Give me a cuddle, send me up to bed with a warm drink of peppermint and liquorice tea (god I miss hot chocolate) and shush me to sleep with the southing sounds of whale music, but no. It was mean and refused to comfort me or lull me to sleep using soft tones or the sounds of the sea. It really wanted to scream obscenities at me and serenade me with symphonies that sounded like the music was being played by an irate toddler who would use a combination of drums, violin and cymbals to piss me and my ears off. And so right at the moment I sat itchy, cold pawed, bruised and tattered, sore, hair on end, achey, with my eyes on stalks... I got my period. (Sorry to all the guys reading this)

The pain smacked into me like a freight train. An absolute punch to the gut and then reversed and slammed into my back to make doubly sure it really hurt me in my tender spots. Already in quite a lot of pain, It absolutely took my breath away. IBD makes me feel like my whole body is full of stones. I personally feel like I am never empty, and stones take up a lot of bloody room in an already swollen, angry, raw space that doesn’t appreciate more visitors. Yesterday the IBD was rampant. Now this. “NO COCKING WAY, “THERES NO MORE ROOM” I yelled out. “I AM FULL” My body didn’t listen and ignored my screams and my protestations, and continued to fill the already cramped, raw, ragged and heavy space with what felt like shards of glass. So with itchy skin, clusters of hives all down my arm, sore hands, sore bum, sore stomach, bags under my eyes and now dealing with agonising pain searing throughout the lower half of my body, I lost it. I cried. I didn’t want to cry, because the sobs made my body hurt. But right at that moment I lost it. I hated my body. I didn’t understand why it was hurting me so much. I staggered to the kitchen, made myself a water bottle, got some water, and lay down. I knew I couldn’t get through this with meditation, I knew I couldn’t solve this with mindfulness and I couldn’t take painkillers. I just had to ride it out. It got to afternoon and I was in so much agony I couldn’t have a wash, cook or get myself upstairs and so I ate a banana to keep me going until the pain subsided.

It didn’t subside. It didn’t let up at all. Not for one millisecond. Every time I moved it felt like my whole body was being squeezed by a boa-constrictor, every time I breathed, I would cramp. Every time I took a small bite of banana or a sip of water, my whole body reacted with venomous anger. There was nothing I could do. Nothing except to wait, and stroke the Dog’s ears who laid next to me and looked at me with concerned and loving eyes.

My wonderful, caring husband came home and saw my sad blotchy face. He listened to me as I cursed IBD, my body, being a woman, nasty insects and the perils of bunny toys, wiped my tears, gave me a huge cuddle and helped me to have a shower. It hurt. Getting out of the shower hurt. Getting dried made me yell out in pain, putting fresh PJs on caused me pain. He then tucked me up, got me 3 water bottles, and put on Masterchef Australia whilst he sorted out dinner, bunnies and general household ness. (My Husband is awesome.)

The pain went on and on, like Dante’s seventh circle of hell. It was during this time I (mistakenly) put a post up on FB about what a shit day I was having. So because I have been out of work, I have spoke to a couple of at home type businesses for possible income ideas, and I couldn’t believe it but during my extreme pain episode, one messaged me privately, and started up a conversation trying to sell me their product. Now, I am hugely respectful of anyone trying to make a living online, from home or in any capacity, and had already had a few conversations with this particular lady explaining that I couldn’t afford her ‘start up package’ nor her products, and so when she messaged me again I was surprised.

Through the haze of my groin splitting pain, I again explained I couldn’t afford her high costs, and I thought that would stop the conversation but no, she pushed it. She was trying to use the fact I was in pain, discomfort and misery at that moment to get a ruddy sale. I was appalled. What the hell did she expect me to do or say? “Sure, I would love to gab away with you like gal pals while I cross my eyes, grind my teeth and chew my fist in pain due to an angry gremlin gnawing away on my intestines and womb! I would definitely love to hear about all the exact uses of wuffle dust, and how it will cure all my aches and pains as I try not to swear, vomit or hurl myself into the bathroom. No sodding problem. Let me just get my cocking credit card”... I couldn’t believe she used that moment to try and make me a customer. I got really angry. I couldn’t believe she would do that, in that way, at that time. I honestly truly was stunned that someone would try and take advantage of me like that and so, once I could focus through the pain, I told her so. I explained politely that what she did was wrong, how shitty it made me feel, and although I had huge respect for her and her product, I no longer wanted to have any contact with her. I then proceeded to erase her from my social media. I do not want to associate with anyone who would use someone’s vulnerability to get a sale. It’s disgusting.

It was way past midnight when most of the world was quiet and I had uttered every swear word I could think of, that my body finally relented to sleep. And as I staggered, exhausted upstairs, feeling used by my body, manipulated by people and generally hacked off at the world, I reached out to a few others who were also having a shit day. As we all experienced our own pain, we lifted each other up, laughed, chatted through tears and cursed our irrate and unco-operative bodies. Just before finally drifting off to sleep we all wholeheartedly agreed that sometimes, on days like this, there really aren’t enough swear words in the world to make the minute, the hour, the moment or day better, but yelling out or whispering through gritted teeth, the most creative and bizarre ones we could think of to ourselves, definitely helps.

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #207

“it’s late, and you’re still staring at the light; to call it an addiction’s impolite.”

Nevermind what gender you ARE, what gender do you WANT to be? Happy being a girl. Do you ever feel ashamed revealing your age? When it's to people who are aware of how behind I am in the adult world in any context, yes. Very. If they know nothing about me, then I don't care. Are you confident enough to reveal your height and weight? Height, I don't care. Weight, fuck no. What do your parents call you? Both usually say "Britt," but Dad's more likely to use terms of endearment like "sweetie" and such. Well, Mom does use "hunny" a lot too. How old were you when you first got to go on the computer? Idr. About the "normal" age for little kids that played Neopets, probably. Would you say you’re an emotional person? Way too emotional. What’s a color that suits you the best? Black. And a color you just can’t pull off/don’t want to? Probably most... I wouldn't know, almost every single thing I wear is black. I have literally one light purple shirt, and I think that's the only non-black shirt I own. Describe yourself when you were 6 years old? Very talkative, extremely imaginative, outgoing, I was definitely weird, tomboyish, very happy... Man, I miss being that kid sometimes. A type of personality you just can't stand? The older and older I get, the more I cannot STAND a closed mind. I like people who accept they're far from always right, and sometimes, your "right" isn't such for someone else, and that is fine. You don't have to see the same way to still get along perfectly (though of course, there's no need to respect an opinion that spits upon, invalidates, or is just plain hateful towards another person/group). Like just as an example 'cuz I feel like I explained that poorly; I'm really not into the idea of polygamy at all, but I'm not against it for people it works with. You do you. Your appearance in one word would be? "Abilify." :^) City type of person or country? I like the live in a more country-ish area, but I found through Chicago I LOVE /visiting/ cities. What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? When am I not obsessed with Mark, meerkats, Silent Hill, opossums (a newer addition), WoW, etc. etc.? My whole life runs on obsessing over something, fren. Your reaction if someone told you you look 10 years older than your age? ZOINKS that would suck ass. Do you really badly want anything right now? For the past couple weeks, I've become more and more antsy to get up to Sara's again. When I land a job, fancyin' up my tattoo just because as I've said again and again it is SO important to me and must be perfect, then I'm saving up to go back up there. What’s something that makes you really stressed out? With all this job searching and such going on, it's like all I can think about, so why not mention what fucked me up at my previous ones: Putting me in a position of responsibility and expected knowledge. Ex., when I was a sales associate and was asked "Oh, do you have this?"/"Where is this?", it was CONSTANT PANIC MODE because I never knew and had to ask somebody, when I was expected to be a knowledgeable employee to the customer, and then comes the horror of feeling like I'm inconveniencing and annoying them. Have any particular standard look you look for in a significant other? I don't have a "standard look," no, but I am more likely to be drawn to a gothic appearance. But I don't actively search for someone that meets that criteria or anything. Do you listen to Wiz Khalifa? No. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Please legalize medicinal use already. Recreationally, idk. Do you date outside your own race? I'd have no reservations against it. I dated a Hispanic... less than a day, but still, you get the point that I don't have a problem with it. What are some of your turn-offs? SEXIST/MISOGYNISTIC, too old-fashioned, racist and/or homophobic, raunchy, arrogant/self-centered, lack of sincere interest and enthusiasm in conversation, poor hygiene, I'm gonna get SHIT ON for saying "too slutty," not taking dating seriously... that kinda stuff. I'm so picky. Are you gay, straight, bi, or trans? Bisexual. Are you vegetarian? If not, would you ever consider becoming one? I'm not now, but I hope to return to it after I get to my goal weight... In my few months of vegetarianism, it was proven that my immense pickiness with food was making the diet unhealthy for me, as I was strongly lacking in certain vitamins and such. I'm going to have to somehow overcome that if I want to return to it, which I REALLY do want to do the more and more I get into animal welfare and care. Are you in love? Yes. Are you more of a pessimist or an optimist? Pessimist, I think, out of the two. But I like to see myself as a realist. How much money is in your wallet? Literally just $11 lmao. What’s your favorite sex position? Only experienced in these with a man, so answering with that in mind. I like sitting on his lap, facing him, with my legs around his back. What do you ultimately wish for in life? Happiness and peace. Have you ever been pregnant? No. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? Tip your goddamn waiter/waitress, assholes. I do believe in tipping based on the quality of service, BUT at least give them SOMETHING for working. Do you have your driver’s license? No jkajdsklfaj;wer. I haaaave to practice more. Whenever I'm in the car, I always strongly prefer to listen to my music, controlling it from the passenger's seat, and at least right now, I can't drive with loud music, barely any at all really, so I have a hard time giving up blaring my music while Mom drives lmao. Have you ever passed out from drinking? No. What’s your favorite carnival food? Idk, I don't go nearly enough. Who did you last kiss? Romantically, Sara. Platonically, either my niece or nephew when leaving. Have you seen the final Harry Potter movie? I haven't even see one. Ever been called a slut? No. Would you ever have sex with someone not of your preferred sex? I'm bisexual so like- Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? No. Do you take any meds on a daily basis? Yep. What did you do today? Watched LPs as always; did some job searching; played WoW, way shorter than usual though; took a nap; made a new icon; took a shower; listened to music; did some social media scrolling. The usual stuff. What do you wear to bed at home? A tank top and pj pants. What do you wear to bed when you're somewhere else? The same, but with a bra. Is there a place you keep any prized/secret things whilst you’re away? No. Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? I'll just talk about the unordinary ones, 'cuz I have a lot. The ones I'd consider "weird" are vomiting, whale sharks, and pregnancy. Vomiting is because it's just incredibly unpleasant, but also because I know what goes down is not supposed to come back up. Like no one likes puking, no shit, but I'm legit afraid of it and lock up on what to do when I feel it coming, like I don't know what to do. Whale sharks... ahaha. It literally came from World of Warcraft. The design of their mouths is fucking horrifying, and I hate hate hate how they sometimes phase in-and-out of the Vashj'ir map so just like pOP UP. NAH, SON. It's just their damn mouths, even though I know their esophagus is far too small to swallow a human. As for pregnancy, just... ew. I'm afraid of parasites, and it's a parasitic relationship. Something should NOT be growing inside of you. What skill do you possess that you are most proud of? I'm very compassionate, especially when it comes to others enduring emotional struggles. I really feel for hurting people. What is your greatest strength (e.g. honest, loyal, brave)? I have strong morals and stick to them. I'll always stand up for what I feel is right. What’s your greatest shortcoming or flaw (e.g. cowardly, alcoholic)? Ah jeez, there's a lot... but probably my anxiety. It's held me back and manipulated my actions since middle school. I struggle not followings its rules, but I'm sure trying. Who do you most admire? Mark, my mom, Sara, Sara's dad, Steve Irwin... man, there's too many great people. Who do you most love? Sara, my mom, and my pets, Teddy especially. What three things do you look for most in a partner? EXPRESSING OF THEIR EMOTIONS/TRULY FEELING!!!!!!!!, compassion, and a cool head. If you could ask God (to atheists - IF there was one) one question, what? Hm. Good question... There's a lot, but mostly little wonders; I feel like I have a decent understanding of the god I personally see, so don't have any magnificent questions. Perhaps regarding why they created our world. That'd be interesting. Rate yourself on these traits from 0 to 10: 0 - do not possess this trait. 10 - you have great amounts of this trait. Calm temper: 7. Charm: *big shrug* Cheerfulness: 3-4. Confidence: 0-3. Courtesy: 8-10. Curiosity: 6-10. Forgiveness: 9-10. Generosity: 8-10. Greed: 0-3. Helpfulness: Well, I like to try to help, but I don't feel I'm very successful at that, so idk. Honesty: 5-9, depending on who I'm talking to and what the subject is, I guess. Loyalty: This is very flexible, and I don't feel like I can put a number on it. It depends on how deserving you are of the trait, and yes, you can lose my loyalty in a heartbeat if you give me reason to take it away. Optimism: 0-4. Patience: This can go from a whopping 0 to a 10, lmao. Very dependent on the situation. Self-sacrifice: 8-9. Wit: -10. Briefly describe your family. Kinda broken. Tight bonds scattered between certain people, no bonds with others. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? The breakup. I wouldn't wish that night upon Satan himself. How did it affect you? We know. Have you ever had any recurring nightmares or themes in nightmares? Speaking of that... Jason is in most nightmares I remember. The common theme is it's either after the breakup and we have an awkward running in with each other, or it's long before when everything was "perfect." All things considered, I'd call even that a nightmare. Those fuck with me the most. Do you currently have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah. Do you have any close friends? I can count those on maybe two fingers. Of what are you most proud? Letting Jason go. Of what are you most ashamed? I've talked about the Joel situation multiple times. What is your religion? Theist. Where do you stand on abortion? Mostly pro-choice. Where do you stand on the death penalty? Sometimes justifiable and one's deserving end. Felons are lucky enough it's done humanely. Where do you stand on wearing fur? If you're not surviving out in the arctic, fuck you and all you stand for. Could you kill somebody? I'm perfectly aware I could in defense situations. For what reason would you kill somebody? Defending myself or loved ones. Hell, probably even strangers. I'd kill a rapist with zero fucking hesitation, even if they were assaulting someone I'd never seen before. Would you SERIOUSLY CONSIDER killing anybody right now? No. Do you trust easily, or not? NOPE. What, if anything, would you sacrifice your life for? Defending peace, gay rights, or if it was to protect most of those I love. What are your dreams/ambitions/goals? Be a successful photographer, reach financial stability, come to a point where I'm actually proud of what I've done, play a roll in wildlife conservation, be happily married, and just overall be content and satisfied with my life. How do you plan to reach them? Working my goddamn ass off and not taking "no" for an answer (not about the marriage part tho lmao). Do you ever want to have a family someday? With children? No. Who would you want to start this family with, or do you not yet know? I just want a pet family with Sara. What do you see yourself doing next year? Man, I don't have a clue... What do you see yourself doing in twenty years? I don't want to think of that. That's too far ahead. I'll be 43... I've gotta work on too many things now. Would you ever have an affair? I'm very curious as to who would actually answer "yes" to this. Would you ever have a one night stand? No. Lmaoooo actually this is sad as fuck, but I think I've said in a previous survey just knowing myself, if we were both single and clicked, I'd be doomed if it was Markiplier. My morals would sadly go out the window. If you had a month of nothing (no work, no obligations) what would you do? That's literally been the story of my life for years now, especially the past two. And it's torture. Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? No. Well, actually, I do want to do wildlife photography, and it can be pretty dangerous. Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No. Do you have any famous relatives? No. Ancestors, yeah, but not close relatives. Are you a loyal member of any organizations? No. What type of criminal would you be? With how forgetful I am, I'm certain I'd be a very clumsy one that gets caught very quickly, lol. What are you listening to right now? "Voices" by Motionless In White. If you had to choose a stripper name, what would it be? Um idk. If your phone started ringing, who would you hope is calling? Someone for a job interview. Do you drink? Rarely and/or for some special occasions. Never enough to get drunk. Do you smoke? No. What is the first thing you notice in someone? I guess posture? How they carry themselves? Do you get attached easily? BOY! DO I!!!!!!!!!!! Do you like your eye color? I wish they were more blue. Would you go bungee jumping/sky diving if given the chance? Definitely not bungee jumping, I know how I react to that kind of up/down movement, and probably not skydiving, either. Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? Both regularly since middle school. Are looks important in a relationship? Not very. What is your favorite thing to do? Binge a new song I fell in love with for like days lmao. What was the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? PhotoScape. It's easier to move watermarks for photos on there, and I was working on the ones I took a few days back. Do you like to gossip? No, I feel super guilty. What kind of computer do you have? An Acer. Do you know all the words to your national anthem? I think? Have you ever failed a grade? No. Have you ever made the opposite sex cry? Yes. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Nah. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you own a designer purse? Hell no. Waste of money for a goddamn purse that's just gonna get dirty and scratched. What’s the weirdest rumor you’ve ever heard about yourself? Jason and I magically had a baby over summer vacation when I was very obviously never pregnant. Do you say the "h" in the word “herb”? No, though I did for a super long time 'cuz I had no idea it was wrong. Do you speak any languages besides English? Not fluently. Can you run in high heels? I wouldn't really know, but boy do I doubt it. Do you have to take stairs or an elevator to get to your house? No. What do you usually order at Subway? Ummm I think white bread, ham, American cheese, bacon, jalapenos, banana peppers, and Chipotle sauce. I think that's it. Did an alarm wake you up this morning? No. How long is your mother’s hair? Past her shoulderblades, near the middle of her back. Is there any particular place you’d like to vacation to next? Surprisingly, I'd love to go somewhere tropical, like Hawaii or some shit like that. Somewhere with clear water and unique, beautiful wildlife and nature. What is your beer of choice, if any? Never tried beer, never want to. The smell is bad enough. That and I associate it with when Dad was an alcoholic. Did you share a bed with anyone last night? No. Well, other than with my cat. Do you know anyone who volunteers regularly? Yes. Have you ever ruined a nice pair of shoes, and how? Maybe, playing in puddles or biking through them and mud as a kid or something. Who were the last friends you went to hang out with? Sara. How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? None. Have you texted a relative in the past week? Not besides immediate family. Are you doing anything important today? No. If I were to bring you any type of food right now, what would you pick? If I was actually hungry, I have been craving hotdogs on the grill like CRAZY lately. No clue why. When did you move into the house you’re currently living in? April-ish 2017. Do you ever sleep with the light on? No, I can't. Do you pray to Jesus? 20+ years of that did nothing. No. What was the last thing you ordered at Starbucks? N/A Do you have a bonfire pit in your yard? No. Would you consider being homeless if it meant you could travel the world? I don't know; there's lots of factors to consider. Would I be willing to leave my pets (but Teddy, probably; I'd want him with me) with my mom? Would I have something like a camper? Where am I getting this money to travel and provide for myself? Do you know your next-door neighbor? Mom knows one, but I personally don't. What’s something you have never done? Lots of things? As an example, uhhh... I've never done a cartwheel, despite childhood efforts? Name someone you know who is a true risk-taker, adventurer, and free spirit. Do you admire that person? Idk. Do you wish you were more of a free spirit? I think I already am, but it'd be cool to be more of one. Are you allergic to any medications? No. How do you feel when someone says something you’ve experienced doesn’t exist? Tell me depression isn't real, my PTSD isn't genuine, I can "get over" my anxiety if I want to hard enough, stuff like that, and I will not fucking associate with you. These are things that have massively affected my life; I dare someone to tell me these experiences aren't real issues. What worldview do you have? A realistic one, I think. I'm positive in some areas, negative in others. Hm... I'm probably more pessimistic about the world's future, though. Do you have friends who have different religious beliefs than you? Duh? If applicable, who was the first person you “came out” to? Sara. What’s one thing you’d like to do more? Travel. What was your style in high school? Some emo/metalhead hybrid that wished with all her heart to be capable of affording a goth wardrobe and bitch I still do. What’s one thing you are jealous that other people got to do but you didn’t? Have a healthy teenage experience. Have you ever taken birth control pills continuously? I have for years for my cycle. I had just about debilitating cramps and sometimes periods that lasted over a week. Who is your personality twin? Sara is probably the closest. What’s a common name that you hate? Edward, above all. Not a big fan of William, Robert, or Allen, either. Who do you wish you were best friends with? If you don't count my girlfriend as "best friend," maybeeee... Alon still? Or Baylee. I need to talk more to her, she's awesome. Do you own a camera tripod? Yes. Did you ever believe in mermaids? I don't believe so. …in fairies? I believed in the Tooth Fairy. …in Santa? Yes. Have you ever purchased alcohol? Yes. What is your newest hobby? Hm, I don't think I've found a new one for a long while... What gives your life meaning? I don't know. What motivates you to do what you do? The pursuit of happiness. What was the weather like the last time you went out? Too fucking hot. Do you go for walks often? No, though I really want to around a lake at a local, small park. Problems consist of no way to get there myself, it's WAY too fucking hot with my sweating issue, and my knees just wouldn't have it; I know I couldn't walk the full lap around it. Also expect some art installations around the path and probably the gazebo are PokeStops for Pokemon Go and really wish I could play it, so that's bait to do it lmao. What color shirt are you wearing? Pink. What is your favorite type of YouTube video to watch? It really depends on who I'm watching. Favorite on the face of the planet are Mark's ego projects, then my second fave are probably Shane's conspiracy videos, then I love let's plays. Do you need any new clothes right now? I seriously need more pants. And new bras. Do you collect anything? If so, what? Silent Hill merch and meerkat stuff. ^and if not, what would you like to collect? When I can buy shit myself, ya girl is gonna have way too much Markiplier merch. YouTuber stuff in general, actually. Too shy to ask for that kinda stuff now lol. Have you ever experienced a miracle? I don't think so. What was the last thing you ate? A burger. Do you ever eat food that’s intended for kids? ...? Like, baby food? No. Or maybe you mean shit like Lunchables? In cases like that, sometimes? What was the last stupid thing you did? Oh boy, who knows. Do you get embarrassed easily? You. Have. No. Idea. What are your top three names you like for a daughter? Alessandra, then uhhhh... I like Chloe and Adrian. Would you ever film a vlog of yourself giving birth? Hell no. I'd never wanna see it, I'd never want my hypothetical child to have to witness that, etc. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No. Wet clothes are no. Do you think your hair looks best straight, wavy, or curly? Straight, I guess? Though my hair does swoop to the right, so it's kinda a wave? What was the last craft project you completed? Oh, yeesh. I don't do crafts. The closest thing was I guess Sara's Valentine's Day gift for last year? Name 3 YouTubers you would like to meet in person: Markiplier is literally the only one that matters lmao and it's not "would like to meet in person," he will be forced to endure meeting me ok. Meeting Shane Dawson would be amazing, he's such a relatable sweetie, aaaaand #3 would probably be Rhett and/or Link, as similar to Mark, they deserve a tear-filled thanks as well as back-breaking hugs for seriously helping in keeping me alive through my suicidal year. I mean it when I say they genuinely helped me keep going. What color are your nails painted currently? They’re never painted. Do you use a pill box? No. List 3 people you know who were loving and then turned cold: Jason, Jason, and Jason. Have you ever felt threatened for your life? No. Which did you like better: high school or college? My college experience was horrid. High school had great memories, but of course negative ones, too. Which year of your life stands out to you as the most significant so far? 2017. …and why? It was my year of recovery from the breakup. What was the last store you shopped at? I went to Wal-Mart with Mom. I think that was the most recent, anyway. Do you have a favorite pharmacist? No. Do you have a favorite cashier at the grocery store? No. What’s something you discovered recently? I'm a Billie Eilish fan. What makes you more creative? Music. What’s the last magical thing you experienced? YO okay so when my brother and nephew were here, we went to the science museum and into a 360 VR-esque show about astronauts. I got SO nauseous and dizzy, but it was nevertheless extremely cool. What is the theme of your bedroom? It doesn't have a theme. Have you ever lived in a dorm? No. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? Just tonight! I ordered at a drive-thru myself. Would you rather ride a camel or an elephant? An elephant! Do you want to lose weight? You have no fucking idea. Which insects scare you, if any? Lmao most. Especially rhinoceros beetles, big beetles in general honestly, cockroaches, earwigs, centipedes... like a lot okay. I like observing praying mantises, but I would probably have a fucking heart attack if one was on me. Do you think it’s silly to be afraid of a tiny insect? Well, yeah, though I get the likely survival reason, that being we know many are venomous, so we're naturally averse to them, especially if we don't recognize the type. Were you raised religious? Yes. Have you ever been abused? No, thankfully. Is there a coffee shop you like better than Starbucks? N/A If you could afford to get your hair professionally done, what would you get? Man, I have SO many color combination ideas. If I could get it done in the safest manageable way by a pro, I saw this look once with totally bleached/pure white hair that fades to blood-red tips, and BOY would I get that in a heartbeat. If you had a lot of money, do you think you would use it wisely? I hope so. I think so. The only thing I imagine myself being weak with are tattoos. Do you know any rich people who are very irresponsible? I don't think so... List five careers that you’d like to have: Meerkat biologist, paleontologist, artist, poet, something in wildlife conservation/protection. List five far-out things that you’d like to do before you die: Scuba-dive, I'd LIKE to ride a rollercoaster (far-out for me, trust me), but I know I never will, and uh... idk. Riding a motorcycle would be cool, but that's another thing I hiiighly doubt I'll do. What was your first imaginary friend’s name? I never had one. What was the name of the first pet that you loved? Chance, a cat my mom rescued. She was our very first family pet. She was absolutely incredible. Do you like to go barefoot? Unless I'm in a house, no. Do you like the same colors now that you did as a kid? Yeah. Do you have a YouTube channel? Yeah. Is there someone who stopped talking to you for no reason? Oh, who to begin with? Did you ever get called horrible names like whore, skank or bitch? "Bitch" more than once. Where did you sleep last night? My bed. Have you ever slow danced with anyone? With Jason, yeah. And I don't think so, but maybe Sara briefly? Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. What would you do if you were pregnant? I don't have a fucking clue. Do you like cuddling? With someone I love. Have you ever cried in school? Yes, but I think I kept it private. Who’s the last person to send you a message on Facebook? A woman whose wedding I'm shooting this Saturday. Have you ever witnessed someone else engaging in a sexual act? Just making out. Where did you get drunk last? N/A What’s your relationship with the last person you texted? She's my girlfriend. If someone went through your pictures, would they find a dirty one? No. How did you do on the last test you took? I haven't been in school for a long time. How come you’re not going out with the person you love? I am.

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maxattack-powell · 6 years ago

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21 Questions

Tagged by the wonderful @aworldoffandoms @queen-among-writers @elbenmond @eadanga @brchoicesbr and @onesuntowngirl! You guys are amazing 💗

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better. (I only see 20... someone must have removed one along the way)

Nickname: Max, Maxwell and Splunker in high school. Don’t ask 🙄😆

Zodiac: Capricorn! The Cap theme is strong heh

Height: 5'10/11ish

Last movie I saw: Bird Box. Yep. Finally decided to see what all the hype was about. The Haunting of Hill House is way better.

Last thing googled: Um… I think lyrics for my last fic post? Oh no! It was HTML codes… @coldcollectornight08 😏

Favorite musician: Impossible for me to answer. I like an insane amount of music and have a ridiculous library to prove it. Hard pass lol.

Song stuck on my head: Girls Like You – Maroon5. I’ve been listening to a lot of stuff but that one must have played recently and held on. O_o

Other blogs: Just this one and the @chrispowellappreciation blog 😁

Do I get asks?: Sometimes. Usually its about Chris Powell, The Freshman Chronicles, or other Choices related stuffs… today I got quite a few wishing me a happy birthday 💖

Following: Uh… I don’t remember where to see that lmao. *searches and fails* wtf…

Amount of sleep: I often refer to myself as a vampire also. @kennaxval gives me the “dad talk” often because I don’t sleep much thanks to genetics and life events that decided to alter my schedule. On a good day 4-6 hours, on an average day 2-3. Yeeeeeah… I need more haha.

Lucky number: Um, I don’t really have a lot of luck hahahahaha… but I think 7 is pretty, and 5 and 2 are great mathematically.

What I’m wearing: Dude, if I’m at home… its all about comfort. Hell its usually about comfort when I’m not too. But uh, at home I tend to wear mostly fuzzy PJ pants, sleep shorts, leggings and whatever top type to keep me comfortable. 🤷‍♀️

Dream Job: Hmm. I had plans to start my own animation company when I was younger. I love anything to do with video games, art (all kinds), animals and reading/writing… probably should have been a book editor or architect.

Dream Trip: Japan. 🗾 But also many, many other places… Japan is a “need to” though. Germany would be great - I have a lot of family there I’ve never met.

Favorite food: If were talking generally, not like a specific place… tacos. Yeah, I think tacos…🌮

Play any instruments: I taught myself how to play some piano when I was a kid, and had a bass guitar that I didn’t get super far with… but that’s it. Always wanted to learn the violin. 🎻

Language: First language - English, but I took German and Japanese in high school and college, so I can sometimes keep up okay depending on the speaker/subject.

Random fact: Hmm… this could go so many ways lol. Some quick ones are, I’m a pretty good gamer - video games (first person shooters) especially. I’ve drawn since I could hold a pencil/crayon. I have a birthmark that looks like the Disney castle (for reals) and I’m just about impossible to scare. Everyone who tries to is always disappointed when it fails lol.

Describe yourself as an aesthetic things:

This was kinda hard...

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fruityuncleskeletor · 2 years ago

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I posted 984 times in 2022

That's 984 more posts than 2021!

226 posts created (23%)

758 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vegasandhishedgehog

@therealblessedaffliction

@urheartsamess

@la-fourmi

@asliceofoceanmist

I tagged 291 of my posts in 2022

#vegas theerapanyakul - 125 posts

#pete saengtham - 93 posts

#vegas - 89 posts

#vegaspete - 89 posts

#pete - 66 posts

#kinnporsche the series - 58 posts

#kpts - 53 posts

#kinnporsche - 50 posts

#build jakapan puttha - 38 posts

#fic - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#or the minor family home guards having to unsee vegas' dick out as he returned home with his wet pants in hand

My Top Posts in 2022:

When you finally find that epic drip that feels custom made for you.

129 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

More late night thoughts about Vegas and Pete

I was thinking about Vegas and about the way Gun raised and beat him into becoming a weapon; I was thinking about his office, which is a front decorated with shiny shit by someone who secretly and desperately wants to be discovered and found interesting enough to dwell on. I was thinking of how the Bond villain attire is strictly mafia and stricly work gear, Vegas himself being a snuggly PJs kind of man. I was thinking of how his family did to Vegas what many people do to pitbulls - take a very mellow and protective nature and twist it into something hideous and then BLAME the animal for how it was trained and for being too good at carrying out his master's orders. And then in walked Pete.

I saw your witchy shit. I saw your BDSM gear. Cool decor, bro. You need love. You're doing your best. You're a good son. You don't have to compare yourself with others. Like on those shows where they rescue abused dogs, they cower or try to bite when they see a hand approach because they are used to the beatings, but when the hand pats the head, the dogs wag their entire person. It takes one instance of being seen to be reset. And sure, it could be argued that this take makes Vegas too needy and pathetic, and painting him as a victim is boring and not as fun as making him be an unrepenting monster-

but I propose to you this: he is still a monster, and he's worthy of forgiveness, healing and love nonetheless.

A pitbull can still rip someone to shreds even once it becomes a beloved family pet. It just chooses not to. And Pete is like that one person who stops in front of the cage at the shelter where the most scarred and gnarly dog sits, ignored by families and young couples, Pete looks and says "I'm the only thing between you and the gas chamber, but I can deal with you, I can take your anger because you and me, we're the same." And the scarred and mean looking dog gets to go home with a human, and sleep on a soft bed. Not even God can save whoever is reckless enough to threaten his human.

Then, what does it say about Pete, a man hardened by a life of poverty, abuse, and intense violence, who still, even when pushed to his limits, can look at a man and say "yep, needs love" ?

172 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

I made this because it's mixing two of my favourite things: the Black cat bring good luck video and VegasPete. This one needs the sound on.

182 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

Not these stale takes on Vegas again

I was reading a thread on reddit and someone was saying that Vegas is a chronic loser, that he always loses out to Kinn, that even Porsche with his one braincell knows all Vegas deserves is a hard pass. And then they had the gall to add "and he ended up with a fucking bodyguard". I've seen the post yesterday and I am still fuming. It bothered me so much that there's people who see Vegas as a loser and it made me think. While I was watching the series, I felt that for Vegas to be a credible villain, he should have gotten with Porsche FIRST, before Kinn, a la Dangerous Liaisons, but then I realised that if he had done that, sure it would have one-upped Kinn, but it would have made Vegas petty and short-sighted in his pursuits. And I like to tell myself that Porsche does find Vegas attractive, but the little self-preservation he has is begging him not to fuck around and find out because sure, Vegas is appealing and he promises a lot, but danger follows him wherever he goes and Porsche would like to live to see Chay graduate ( *cough* if Chay sees fit to get his shit together at some point *cough*). Calling Vegas a loser is looking at him through his father's eyes and choosing to ignore the fact that he is hands-on, competent, brings the skills needed to lead and is respected (and feared) by his henchmen. Kinn sits on his ass and does what daddy tells him, and when shit doesn't go his way he flashes his ring like he's in a Green Lantern movie. He wins just by showing up. On a level, I also think Vegas was sabotaging his attempts to get with Porsche just to stick it to Kinn because I can't imagine he approved of the plan since it came from his bitch-ass dad and it was in poor taste. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine that Vegas, perceptive and good at reading people Vegas, failed to see that his sad meow-meow cursed prince act would not work on Porsche, who loves to be the princess in every scenario and who is looking for a hero with big firm tiddies he can dramatically faint on. I also don't think Vegas is a loser AT ALL. Sure, he didn't beat Kinn at... *checks notes* being trapped in the mafia and under Korn's foot? And he "ended up" with the best, most interesting and hottest character on the show, who also happens to be compatible with him and loves him back... wow, such tragedy (that I would also like to experience)!

Look how in love he is. Pete is the best thing that happened to him, at the right time too. That's not losing and going home with scraps to me.

268 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I like to imagine this is Vegas' dating app profile pic and that those sacks are full of cocaine.🥳

429 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #vegas #vegas theerapanyakul

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browniefox · 7 years ago

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Tied Across Time And Space

A Pro No Evens of @trulymightypotato‘s Royal Expectations

The Darker Moon au

Dan meets Phil and PJ under less that preferable circumstances

oOo

The Lord of the Third District was nothing like Dan had expected.

He’d heard that Phil Lester was a rather cheerful and kind man, and while the Lord had shown split moments of such a personality around his guard (the few times Dan had had the chance to catch a glimpse), he was cold and callous to all others, glaring at any Empirical thing that moved and several that didn’t. He never fought them though, had yet to make an escape attempt or utilize any kind of magic. Then again, that had been the deal.

If there was one thing The Changing Land were known for besides what the connection of the land and Royals gave, it was the caliber of the Noble’s personal guards. Shadows that stood by the Nobles until their death - and some rumors had it even the jaws of such an abyss couldn’t keep them back. This boy, however - or, well, man; but he certainly acted young enough - matched Phil in that he did not match what Dan had expected.

He was by no means silent, and though he did keep behind his noble, this PJ looked more like he was clinging to Phil’s back and less like he was watching it. If Dan had to guess, the Noble’s true guard was back in the Changing Lands and that they hadn’t risked losing everything by sending him.

The original decision had been to kill the guard. That was what guards were for, after all: a disposable human shield. But Phil had begged, pleaded - the most emotion the man had openly shown really - to let the guard live, stay by his side. And so it was decided that perhaps Phil would be less of a problem if he had something to lose. So PJ lived.

For the most part, the two were kept in a locked tower room, but every so often Phil was paraded around like a show animal, a trophy. Phil always insisted that PJ, despite the guard’s protests, remain in the tower.

Phil and PJ never snuck around, but Dan did.

“Is there really nothing you can do about that?” Dan winced in sympathy, watching as PJ suppressed a scream, clutching his arm. The man shook his head jerkily. By now Dan knew the spell would pass, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch. “How the hell did you ever become a guard with a condition like that?”

“It’s a recent development.” PJ gasped a bit, trembling beginning to subside. “Well, recent enough.”

“It must be if they let you come into hostile territory like that.” Dan shook his head. Maybe the plan had been to have such a pitiful guard that either a) it wasn’t much of a loss if he died or b) the Changing Lands had hoped they wouldn’t have the heart to kill him. Which, well, it had worked. In a way.

“It only started while we’ve been held here.” PJ answered vaguely. Which was months.

“... are you really Phil’s guard?”

PJ gave Dan an odd look.

“I mean… yes? I’m here? I’m guarding him as best as I can. It’s kinda hard to do my job in the depths of enemy territory.”

“You’re right.” Dan sighed, shaking his head. Stupid. He was always so stupid. “It’s just…” No. Stop talking. He doesn’t care anyway.

“Just what?” PJ cocked his head to the side curiously, finally straightening out of his curled-up form.

“I’ve been… looking into Noble personal guards.” More like obsessing over them. Hyperfixiating. The other Empirical Nobles believed him when he said it was to help in war efforts though. Either that or they didn’t care enough to stop him… the latter was probably more likely. Most didn’t talk to him unless it was about how his necromancy was going and if he could summon this old ruler or find out what that pile of decaying bones had to suggest for that matter at hand. “A few people have suggested that they’re bonded together with blood magic, that’s how you can attack the Noble and the guard comes running no matter what they were doing or where they were.”

PJ tensed.

“... that’d be dangerous though. Why would they risk it? Risk noble blood and royal magic?” Dan shrugged. Great. Even PJ thought he was stupid now.

No. He was being defensive. Focus Howell, push past the self-loathing for a few seconds.

“It’s obviously very helpful though. It works. It’s real.” Dan stared down PJ, who looked out the window.

He never got the actual confirmation out of the guard, as footsteps signaled that Phil was returning and signaled Dan’s time was up.

oOo

“How’s your research been going?”

Dan jumped, the book in his hands falling to the floor in a heap that would definitely mess up more than a few pages. Trust Louise to be able to be able to find the most dusty, forgotten, quiet, closed off corner of the library. Trust Dan to know where it was for years.

“So you’ve heard about that.” Dan grimaced. He wasn’t sure how much he liked knowing people had been talking about his ‘studying’ behind his back. No wait, he knew how he felt about it: he absolutely hated it. But there were worse people out there to know than Louise. Much worse.

“The news got to me pretty fast. Which is to say, I knew before I even got here. I think everybody wants me to try and get you to focus more on necromancy.” Louise was only visiting the castle, and sadly with her had come many of the high Nobles of the western part of the Empire.

“I know, I should be, I should be,” Dan ran his fingers through his hair, almost tearing through it, but a wave of clarity and peace rocked through him, pushing past the sudden spur of negativity. Louise gave him a smile. Dan took a deep breath, soothing his already calming nerves.

“Dan, you don’t have to do anything.” Louise set a hand on his shoulder, strengthening the calming aura’s abilities.

“You know that’s not true. We’re just… pawns, in the eyes of the King.” Dan shook his head, leaning down and picking the book back up. “At least Lilith gets to be, like, a bishop or something. They’re useful.”

“So then it shouldn’t matter what you do.” Louise reached into a bag that Dan hadn’t noticed was slug over her shoulder and pulled out a book. It was old and worn-looking, with a speckle of dried blood here and there. “I didn’t ask where he got this - I doubt I would’ve liked the answer - but I saw a soldier had this and convinced him to give it up. I’ve heard about it before. It’s supposedly a very popular book in The Changing Lands. Even if it doesn’t help you, I’m sure the prisoners would like something from home.”

“... thank you, Louise.”

Dan did his best not to cry.

(He didn’t succeed.)

oOo

“The Darker Moon!” PJ practically squealed upon opening the cover and reading the first few lines - the title cover had been too obscured to read. “I love this book!”

“So you do know it.” Good to know that Louise’s source had been right. Dan had flipped through it a bit, but after the tenth gory description of corpse he decided he’d wait a bit.

“Oh yeah, everybody from back home’s probably sat through a reading or two of it at least.” PJ sounded almost wistful. Thinking about his home, where he belonged, the place they were keeping him from.

“What’s it about?” The only words Dan had picked up appearing commonly were ‘Gar’ and ‘demon’, and after his brief perusal it hadn’t seemed liked a very happy story.

“Okay, so,” PJ shifted around on the bed excitedly, eyes practically sparkling, “It’s about this king who becomes a demon, but like a really really powerful one, and his protectaaaaaaaAAAGHK-”

PJ’s description was cut off sharply as he doubled over, eyes squeezed shut and face screwed up in pain. One of his hands was squeezing a part of his stomach as if it he could somehow rip out the source of the pain with his bare hands.

“PJ!” Dan rushed over, catching the guard right before he fell off the bed. PJ didn’t respond, but a sheen of sweat was quickly appearing on his brow and Dan didn’t doubt that if PJ’s mouth wasn’t locked shut he’d be screaming. As it was, there were muffled whimpers of pain attempting to make its way out. “PJ, PJ, you’re going to be okay,”

He didn’t even realize he was clutching PJ to his chest in an effort to comfort him the best he could until it’d already been a ridiculous amount of time.

Damn it.

He was growing attached to the enemy.

oOo

“Phil.”

Dan wasn’t sure how long the Noble had had a sword - they’d confiscated all their weapons months ago - but he definitely had one now and it was definitely pointed at Dan, whose head was poking out of the secret entrance in the fireplace.

“What do you want?” There was nothing but contempt in Phil’s voice.

“What’s wrong with PJ?”

Dan forced himself to not retreat back the way he’d come and instead slowly eased his way entirely into the room. Phil didn’t run him through with the sword, so at least something was going well.

At the mention of the guard’s name, Phil looked back at the bed where PJ was sleeping fitfully, unable to remain still. Not even sleep was an escape.

“None of your business.” Okay yep the metal of the sword was most definitely touching Dan’s neck yep that was a thing that was happening.

“He can’t live like this.” Dan realized he probably shouldn’t have said that.

Especially once he was on the tower floor, a foot on his chest holding him down, sword still against his neck, and a furious look on the Noble’s face.

“He doesn’t have a choice. And you think I don’t realize what pain he’s in, what he has to go through every day, what you and your people are putting him through?”

‘Your people?’

“Did, did somebody poison him?” No. No, Dan hadn’t heard anything about that. Then again, he wouldn’t really put it past the some of the Nobles in this place.

“No.” Phil shook his head, at least giving Dan that much of an answer.

“... would it be better if he was back in the Third District?”

Phil quirked an eyebrow, and the sword lowered ever so slightly.

“... what would you gain by helping us?”

“A clear conscience? The knowledge that I’ve done something good with my life?” Dan offered.

“And why would I even trust you? If we get caught, I may as well just kill… PJ, myself.” Phil glared down, and the sword was hovering close to Dan’s throat again.

“You’re desperate. Nobody else is offering.” This. This had been a bad plan.

The blade of the sword sliced a small scratch into Dan’s cheek before it was returned to a sheath.

“Tomorrow. If you’re going to get us out of here, it’s tomorrow. This time. And if anything starts to seem fishy, I’ll take it into my own hands.”

Dan nodded desperately and essentially scampered back through the secret entrance.

oOo

“Good. You guys didn’t run.”

In all honesty, Dan had expected to hear that Phil and PJ had miraculously disappeared, or been seen running away or something, seeing as now Phil knew how to get out. PJ had known for a while, but Dan knew PJ was the more level-headed one of the two in the situation.

“We do need to get out alive. We aren’t stupid.” Both PJ and Phil were decked out in armor that looked suspiciously like guard armor. Both had swords and what looked like a knife or two strapped to their person.

“Where… did you…?”

“Do you think we’ve just been sitting here helplessly for months?” Phil said, and PJ poked at what looked like some seeds in the palm of his hand. “Let’s get going.”

It was lucky that so few people knew about the secret tunnels in the castle. The Royalty probably knew, but telling the entire staff and guard about them would kinda defeat the purpose, so they were in no way guarded or patrolled.

Well, they weren’t supposed to be.

“I figured it was only a matter of time.”

Dan heard the sound of who he assumed was Phil drawing his sword behind him, and he tried to signal to the other not to fight yet.

“Nate-”

“Dan, I grew up in this castle. Did you think I wouldn't notice you running around, visiting him?” Nate nodded to PJ.

Reluctantly, Dan set his hand on his sword.

“I'm getting them out of here, Nate,” Dan said through gritted teeth. Nate… didn't do anything, really. He didn't draw his sword, just looked up at the ceiling of the tunnel for a moment.

“... I slaughtered a pig tonight.”

That, well, Dan had not been expecting that.

“Good, for you?”

“Its blood soaked my bed. If they tried, they might be able to figure out it's not mine, but why do that when they can blame The Changing Lands?” Dan didn't have an answer to that. Then again, Nate wasn't really looking for one. Instead he just asked,

“Why?”

“Dan, I'm being called. There's a song coming from the west. I have to go find it.”

“But, Nate, you're the prince-” Dan took a step forward. Even with what he was doing he loved his kingdom, and what would it be without its heir?

“To a poisoned kingdom! How long until it gets me, until I become the next corrupt and revenge-seeking figure head?!” Nate all but shouted, anger and so much fear written across his face. “I… I can't do that. I can't put my kids through what I went through, not if I can help it.”

“Nate…” Dan took his hand off his sword and approached the man he'd watched grow alongside himself. How many other Nobles had grown up unhappy? How many admitted it to themselves?

Nate was kind enough to be the one who initiated the hug.

“I know you can hear it, Dan,” Nate whispered into his ear as they stood there, closer than they had been in ages. Dan shook his head.

“Nothing is calling me west.”

“No,” Nate agreed, “its from the north. Piano and… flutes?” He… he'd assumed that was just Phil and PJ, that he was imagining that it was coming from farther, that it was playing for him. “Follow it, Dan; the magic knows more than we do.”

“We’re no one’s pawns.” He wasn't sure he entirely believed that, but it sounded right, and it filled him with... well he supposed it was hope. How out of place it felt in his chest.

Nate finally broke away, looking Dan in the eyes.

“Take my father’s horse. That's sure to piss him off.”

“May Dena look after you.”

This could be the last time Dan ever saw Nate. He wouldn't be happy with that, but he supposed it wasn't a bad memory to end on.

oOo

They rode fast out of the capital, and Dan didn't question why every guard was miraculously asleep. Nate had always been better trained in magic than him. It had been quite the adventure trying to keep PJ on his horse while he was in pain, and he did fall off once. They didn't have time to spare, so Phil took the guard onto his own horse to better watch him, and Dan made a note to heal him later. It was only when the horses were too tired to go much farther, and they found a good cave, one that didn't look like it was the home to a dangerous beast, that they finally stopped.

“We’ll be safe here,” Phil said after inspecting the cave. “I’ll set some illusions by the entrance.”

“... wouldn't it be easier to just hide it with vines or something?” Dan suggested as he helped PJ down from the horse. His latest attack at least seemed to be ending, but he definitely looked worse for wear. Phil squinted at Dan for a moment.

“We should probably have told you at some point during the ride.” He sighed.

“Told me what?”

“I'm not Phil. I'm PJ.” Dan just… stared at the man he had believed to be the Noble of his enemy. He looked down at the man he'd gotten to know, to enjoy the company of. Said man smiled back weakly.

“Surprise?”

oOo

They rode slower the next day. Still cautious, but it wouldn't do to kill their horses within just a few days. It was still months until they reached home. Well, Phil and PJ’s home.

Dan ruffled through his bag, looking at their rations. It’d be dangerous to stop for supplies; they'd have to hunt and forage as much as possible.

His fingers brushed something distinctly not food-like, and he pulled out The Darker Moon.

Huh.

He'd almost forgotten PJ - wait no that was wrong - Phil slipping it in, unwilling to leave the piece of home he'd been given during his long and torturous stay.

Phil, who was currently riding alongside him and not suffering, visibly perked at the sight of the book.

Dan had never been the best public speaker, or people person, but if he could do something, anything to distract Phil even just a bit, it'd be worth it to try.

He attempted a smile at Phil and opened the book.

“A Note For First Time Readers

I am not the author, and any version of this you may read is not by the author. Over the years “The Dark Moon” has been rewritten repeatedly so that the modern readers do not have to stumble through the dialects of old.

Every version, however, is written by a Royal and checked over by multiple historians with only the original version used as reference. While some parts may be exaggerated while others a brushed by, the story remains the same. However, those of you willing to muddle through the original are urged to do so, as that is this story in its most pure form.

Chapter 1 Death Never Came

War is, without doubt, the most powerful force in the universe.

I do not mean to romanticize it, but it has shaped my past, every moment of present felt the effects of a war, and my future would’ve never been the same if every person in every land had stayed home to knit...”

#browniefox writes #daniel howell #amazingphil #kickthepj #moon au #PUNCH the pj #royal expectations #pro no evens

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sending-the-message · 7 years ago

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Cattle by crypticcliff

Today was it, the day I was going to my grandfather’s farm. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long and now that my college classes were over, I could finally come by and visit. Now I know you might be thinking, there’s a million other things I could do. Well you would be right but nothing compares to the lush fields of wheat, the smell of the non-polluted air. My favorite part though was the stars. In the city I could usually see maybe three stars and nine out of ten times two of them were helicopter lights, but out in the farm where the only light source was the dim porch light you could see a whole new night sky.

I arrived to my grandfather’s home at around 7:15 pm. There he was, rocking back and forth in his grey shirt and overalls. Puffing away at the old corncob pipe that was given to him by his father. A beard seasoned with age and experience hung down from his chin to his potbelly. Even at 20 years old I could barely hold my excitement I already had a huge smile on my face and my grandfather could clearly see it.

“Well boy, are you just gonna sit there in your car grinning like an idiot or are you gonna come say hi?” He bellowed. Yep, still the same man, no matter what was constantly changing in my life I knew he would never change. I got out of the car grabbing my suitcase and walking up the dirt and gravel pathway.

“Listen old man, can’t I just enjoy the moment I had a pretty tough semester!” I replied.

“Yeah yeah I bet you’ll be missing all that computer science when I get you working in the fields tomorrow morning.” I walked up the old steps and bent down to give my grandfather a hug. The smell of wheat and hay hit my nostrils and his rough hands patted my back. I sat beside him and began to bring him up to speed on my life. The one thing i liked the most about him, was that he actually listened, he didn’t turn the conversation about himself. He knew when to make jokes and knew when to give advice when necessary. It’s hard to find that in today’s world, with social media turning us into self absorbed creatures addicted to likes and shares.

“So granddad, how are the animals doing?” I asked while rocking opposite of his chair.

“Oh you know, same old, same old. We have a couple young ones that were born just a month ago. Adorable little things, i tell ya.”

“That’s great!” I replied

“Yeah it would be even better if they had time to grow. A good client of mine wants veal and the mother’s meat.” i could see the look of disappointment on his face. You see my grandfather’s animals were like his children and every time he had to put one of them down, it crushed him.

“Oh, well at least the mother will be with her baby.” I said with a pathetic attempt to cheer my grandfather up. He simply nodded, taking another puff from the pipe. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, looking up at the stars as a streak of light passed by.

“Well then it’s getting late boy, we should head to bed. I want you up at 6am sharp, you have a long day ahead of ya.”I nodded and got up, heading to the guest room. I wasn’t gonna lie, I was beat. As soon I put on my pjs on, I fell right to sleep.

“ARGH! F*****G DAMN IT!” the sounds of clattering dishes woke me up from a dreamless sleep. I tore my away from my pillow, slobber connected from the corner of my lip to the puffy head rest. I ran down the stairs, panic building with every step down. I turned the corner to the dining room. It was covered in streaks and hand prints of blood. My grandfather sat there holding his arm. A massive bite mark was on his forearm, rivers of crimson were flowing down his arm dripping off his fingers.

“Christ, what the fuck happened?!”

“Argh fuck, well I was trying to separate the calf from the mother but the mother really didn’t like that so she bit me. Worse of all, she escaped with the calf.”

“Fuck we should get you to the hospital who knows what infection you could have contracted!”

“Forget about that those two are our top priority, i’m sorry for putting this on you but you have to get them back. Don’t worry bout me I’ll be fine. ”I stood there, it felt wrong to just leave him there, bleeding and in pain. He locked eyes with me, a look of seriousness I’ve never seen.

“GO!” I flinched and nodded. They couldn’t have gone too far, I knew why they headed north though, beyond the tracks, north of the farm was grasslands as far as the eye could see. I ran quickly, legs burning from such an intense and sudden exercise. My breath quickened, I was gaining on her, I could tell. The smell of her sweat and the cries from the newborn, excitement was filling my very being. My face began to elongate, thick fur began to sprout out, my already fit muscular frame was growing and soon I was too big for my own clothing. My teeth began to sharpen and grow longer, before I knew it I was on all fours, fully immersed in my lycanthrope state.

“Please god only a little further. Just a little more.” she said to herself, her newborn’s cries were like a dinner bell to my ears. I was only a couple meters away from her, she was completely naked. Her blonde hair whipping in the breeze, a branding mark with the number thirteen that was seared onto her left shoulder blade when she first arrived with the others. She tripped over a root and fell to her side holding her baby close to her. This was my chance, I lunged, her last memory were only of teeth and claws.

After licking the blood off my fingers, I realized there wasn’t much to take home. Grandad was going to be pissed. Oh well, he had plenty of others to choose from back in the barn. They were just cattle to us anyway.

#reddit #nosleep #scary #story

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kpopkrappykraftbin · 7 years ago

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It’s Okay to Cry

Another Jun x Oc... or Joshua x Oc... we’ll see how this goes

college turned zombie au

its past 3 a.m. someone plz send halp

Chapter 1

Word Count: 3778

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Masterlist

There are certain things you remember for the rest of your life. Your mother’s smile; your father’s hugs; the feeling of sunshine on your skin. You remember living in your happy home going day in and day out in blissed mediocrity. Studying after school Monday through Friday; meeting up with friends on the weekend. Worrying about things like your next in class presentation or whether or not your crush saw you trip on your way to class. All the stupid things you can’t wait to get over after you “grow up” and figure it all out. That’s what happens when you get out of high school, right? You figure it all out and your life magically falls into place.

In your case, it fell apart, though you were not alone.

Shortly after graduation, you enrolled into a college. It was nothing special, but it was your next step to becoming your own person and striking out on your own, even if only a bit. You had decided to live on campus to gain some independence, even if you were only a half hour away from your parents, you were still on your own kinda… right? Getting yourself sorted and learning how to use the laundromat was your first obstacle but by the end of the first semester you knew exactly which washers worked and which made your clothes smell like celery. And you almost never got lost… anymore… usually… it was a big campus.

It was an unassuming Tuesday after class that you were studying at a cafe in the student union. Typically you would return to your dorm room after class but you were in need of some caffeine and your sweet tooth couldn’t resist. Being that it was only around 1:30, the hall that was usually crowded with ping-pong players and sports game watchers was empty, the wide flat screen t.v. hooked on the wall was playing news at a barely audible volume. You settled on the small couch in front of it opening your laptop to start procrastinating your homework. It was about 10 minutes into watching pointless youtube videos that you heard something that caught your attention.

Breaking News: And here we are at Charity’s Hospital, where a family of four were admitted earlier this morning showing signs of fever and delirium. We were recently informed that one of the children attacked and bit a staff member unprovoked. So far he has shown no signs of being infected by the bite. But the family only seems to be becoming more rabid as staff try to transport them to a safer more fortified facility to monitor their health condition. We were lucky enough to catch the doctor who was attacked only a half hour ago and ask a few questions…

Thinking back to it now, that would be the way the media unknowingly revealed the first case of the disease. A glamorized version of a fatal condition. From then on, more and more people with symptoms of fever and disorientation appeared and most of them fell into the same aggressive, unreasonable savageness-- they always bit. A mother at the zoo: launched herself at her best friend effectively ripping the skin from the other woman’s jaw before being tackled by security and tazed-- a coincidence-- the media said. A father at home waiting on dinner bit the pizza delivery man hard enough to puncture muscle on the teenager’s forearm before the kid ran away-- an odd occurrence possibly related to some disease-- the media touted. A young boy at school: bit off the ear of a classmate during storytime. Trust the endangerment of small children to really get the media going. A national crisis they claimed. Well, they were almost right.

No one ever was able to figure out what happened to the biters after the incident. They were always somehow detained with no public record or eye witness accounting. The victims were usually gone within the next few days of whatever interviews a few news stations could get a hold of. With the nation’s public asking for answers and the common people doing their own research, it was soon brought to everyone’s attention that this was not a national crisis but a worldwide pandemic. People all over the world reported having seen others acting disoriented, some even said hungry one moment and rabid the next. Different nations were handling the “disease” differently. Some countries tried to treat them as patients in designated wards of hospitals, some countries kept all the infected at a camp for supposed treatment where those who were to look after them wore hazmat suits and the patients remained chained up similarly the animals they acted like; some countries, executed on sight. You can only imagine the outrage the government and hospitals faced from advocates of the sick.

“Where do they think they get off treating actual human beings like that?” ranted your roommate and friend, Leena. “They couldn’t get away with that if they treated animals the same! It’s wrong, they’re people and they have feelings. This is an infringement on their right to no cruel and unusual punishment! And they didn’t even do anything wrong! They’re sick!”

You knew Leena had strong feelings on the subject, and you could see where she was coming from. Some of the tried treatments and accommodations for the diseased weren’t exactly human health and happiness friendly. But at the same time, as far as you knew, the patients were savage and couldn’t be reasoned with. Letting them roam free would at best get other people injured-- at worst? Spread the disease. It was well intentioned people like your roommate that was causing trouble with protests about letting those with the disease out or trying to get more personalized treatment to each patient. So far none of the protests had gotten violent but you could only suppose when that would happen, and it would.

You had convinced your parents that you were sure you were just fine staying on campus amidst all the protesting chaos, and that you wouldn’t get in the middle of it. Besides a few protests a week and the new wariness around those with symptoms of something as simple as the common cold, and going without breakfast life on campus remained relatively normal. You were walking away from your last class of the day with your close classmate Joshua. A sweet, soft spoken boy with a mischievous side and a knack for somehow always taking better lecture notes than you.

He was rather good looking, but not your type, you couldn’t say he wasn’t nice to look at though. You didn’t blame his fangirls for falling for him. Your favorite part about him had been his smile. You couldn’t see it now. He always wore a face mask. The paranoia from the rabid sickness had struck deeply with your classmate. Along with the small mouth and nose cover, he always had a bottle of hand sanitizer on him and rarely touched anyone or anything he wasn’t sure was clean. It made you sad to see the changes the disease had caused to your friend without him even being directly affected. The only sign you got of his smile nowadays were tilting of his crescent shaped eyes creating a half moon eye smile.

You and Joshua managed to have a few classes together and coincidentally lived in the same living hall, so walking together wasn’t uncommon. After getting off the elevator for your floor, you and Joshua were nearly knocked down.

“Oh! Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m on my way to the protest in front of the hospital on Main and Calico, do you wanna go?” your roommate was practically vibrating with excitement, unfortunately you didn’t share the enthusiasm.

“Isn’t that the one with the biggest biters ward in the state?” Joshua uncharacteristically cut into the conversation, “ You really probably shouldn’t go, it could be dangerous if the protest gets out of hand.” he softly disputed looking at her sincerely.

Leena rolled her eyes at his use of slang. “Biters” being a derogatory term to the patients.

“That’s why I have to go” she brushed him off not unkindly “It’s the biggest violation of human rights in the state. We have to help these people.” she argued before checking the time on her cellphone. “Y/N, we have to go now if we wanna get there in time for the protest, are you coming?” she asked hopefully.

She didn’t want to go alone, but she would go with or without you. You hesitated. You didn’t want to go; you didn’t want her to go. But you knew she would and what if she needed someone to help her stay out of trouble when the police came to break it up? Joshua grabbed your hand in slight anxiety trying to anchor you there, safe at school. Your roommate didn’t seem to notice as she shifted her weight from one foot to another waiting for your answer.

“Not today” you told her apologetically.

She didn’t take offense, “No worries, I’ll catch you later then!” She waved before dashing to the stairwell, her small blue backpack bouncing against her back.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t like those protests. They worry me.” Joshua confided in you once you reached the door to your room.

“You and my parents both” you laughed to put your friend at ease, “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on going anyways, I have special plans that couldn’t be rescheduled.”

“And those are?” He asked sensing your joking tone.

“Eating, binge watching netflix and sleeping.” you listed off in fake seriousness.

“Oh very important stuff then.” Joshua concluded “Mind if I join you for the first two activities?”

“Of course you’re welcome!” you exclaimed “but you gotta bring your own snacks.” you tacked the condition onto your invite.

“Alright. Will do. I’ll see you in, 20 minutes then?”

“Yep, come on over in your comfy clothes and bearing gifts of food.” you confirmed with him before unlocking your door. You gave him a quick wave that he returned before slipping through your door.

You took your time putting on some comfy pjs, a simple t shirt and sweatpants. Then you checked around your room to make sure no bras or panties were hanging out in the open. You and Joshua were close, but not that close. Having the room cleaned enough and having set up your laptop for the ultimate netflix experience, you went to wash off the day’s make up-- chances were, you would rub it off by the end of the night anyways. Walking back from the washroom you got out your secret stash of candy and chips. After some digging around you found a couple bags of popcorn and tossed one into the microwave. You settled on the bed letting the smell of buttery heaven surround you as you waited for your netflix buddy.

By the time you were shaking the second bag of popcorn into the bowl you had for you and Joshua to share, you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” you said loud enough to be heard.

“You should really lock the door even when you’re here” Joshua reprimanded you with a small smirk. He didn’t want to be bossy, but you knew he meant what he said.

“Okay, okay worrywart. I’ll lock the door more often. Now get over here so we can start our netflix marathon.” you demanded.

Joshua laughed and complied coming over to sit on you bed bouncing slightly.

“So what are we watching?” he asked as you plopped into place next to him a wide spread of snacks scattered around the two of you.

“Oh you know I was thinking ‘Zombeavers’, what do you think?” you hovered the mouse over the cover of the bikini clad girl who had a beaver between her legs.

“Ooh, perfect.” came the too happy, sarcastic reply.

After about 10 minutes of going back and forth on what to watch, you two decided to settle for ‘The Office’. Something that was entertaining but neither of you had a problem giving commentary throughout either. It was maybe 8 episodes into season one and quite possibly 8 boxes of candy that you passed out next to your friend. You slept so well you didn’t remember a single dream.

That was probably why you jumped out of your skin when heard a knock at your door. Joshua also stirred from his sleeping position next to you. You glanced at your computer to see the time was; 8:46 pm. Another knock. Joshua moved his legs so you could slide off the bed. You opened the door to see your hall resident assistant, Justin.

“Hi Y/N, is Leena in there with you too?” he asked peeking over your shoulder.

“No she went out earlier, She’ll probably be out a while longer.” you said.

Noticing the apparent apprehension in the RA’s shoulders, you felt the need to ask, “Why, is everything okay?”

He ignored your question, “After I leave, don’t answer the door for anybody, not even Leena. Do you understand?”

His command had you breaking out in a nervous sweat. What was going on? Why couldn’t you let anyone in? Especially your roommate.

“Both of you stay in your room here until me or the other RA, Samantha, get you. This door must stay closed and locked.”

“But Leena-”

“Don’t worry about Leena right now, we’ll get everything sorted tomorrow. Just stay inside with the doors locked.”

“Alright.” Joshua’s voice came from right behind your shoulder, making you jump slightly.

Looking back at your friend you saw him nod slightly to your RA before he closed the door for you, turning the lock into place. Turning to face him completely you saw a very stone faced Joshua. In fact he almost looked sick. He didn’t have his face mask on, but he wasn’t smiling. How you missed that smile.

“What’s going on Joshua?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from trembling. Something was very not right.

“I think you need to see this.” was all he said as he lead you by the wrist back to your laptop.

He had pulled up some web news site but you honestly couldn’t remember which. What you did remember was the headline.

PROTEST AT CHARITY’S HOSPITAL GONE WRONG: BITERS ESCAPE, ARE YOU SAFE?

Accompanying the article was a plethora of pictures from the protest. All of them depicting a handful at least of patients attacking police and protesters alike. The diseased looked worse than you remember seeing them the first time.

“They look almost…”

“Dead.” Joshua filled in for you. Looking just as grim as you felt.

“Wait, Leena, I need to call her maybe she got out and can still make it here before the lock all the doors-”

“Y/N” Joshua tried to softly interrupt you.

“Or she can find another place to sleep tonight, there’s plenty of hotels around, maybe she can stay there-” “Y/N” he tried again, slightly louder.

“O-o-or maybe she’s found some other friend’s house to stay at for the night already-”

“Y/N” at full volume, Joshua stopped your panicked monologue, “I don’t think” he took a deep breath, “I don’t think she got out.” he finished while pointing at one of the smaller pictures on the screen.

It was blurry, but there was no doubt: the small blue backpack only further confirmed it. That was Leena on the screen being attacked by a biter.

“No. no, no, no, no.” was all you could say hands coming up to cover your mouth. You thought you were going to be sick.

Joshua just wrapped his arms around you and held you. Trying to steady your emotions while swallowing his own mounting fear. At some point you started crying into Joshua’s shirt. He had smelled like soap and light aftershave. Clean. Alive. You don’t know when you stopped ugly sobbing and had resorted to silent constant tears. But it must have been quiet enough for you two to hear another knock on the door.

Both of you were startled. It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since Justin had come around telling everyone to stay locked in their rooms. You and Joshua looked at each other begging the question of what to do. Should you ask who was outside?

“Y/NNN” Leena’s voice slurred from outside. You raised half way off the bed before Joshua grabbed your forearm, shaking his head.

“Y/NN come on” Leena whined on the other side of the door. I’m tired and just want to go to bed. The protest was awful. I’m hungry.” she continued to beg from the other side of the door. Both you and Joshua were frozen.

“Really, Y/N, I know you can hear me I just wanna go to bed. I just need to grab a bite before die of starvation.”

You felt Joshua’s hand tighten slightly at her words.

“Y/N come on, open the door!” Leena emphasized her point with a solid kick to the door. “I really will starve if you don’t let me in! I’m so hungry and tired.” She complained angrily.

You waited with bated breath to see what she would do next. Something was definitely wrong with Leena. You were terrified. After a few seconds spent in anxiety filled silenced you heard another knock on the door, and then another, and another. The knocking turned to pounding and then an even louder thumping. Was she actually throwing herself at the door? Joshua guided you towards the back corner of the room, slightly standing in front of you. The noises stopped. Silence ensued. You grabbed the back of Joshua’s t shirt tightly.

Then came the jiggle of the door knob. She had a key. How could you be so stupid? Of course she had a key, she lived here too. And if she had a key, she could get in. Both you and Joshua had forgotten to latch the top safety chain. The doorknob turned. Why did everything seem like it was moving in slow motion, yet you had no power to move?

The door inched open slowly, “Y/N, Why wouldn’t you let me in?” Leena’s voiced slithered saccharinely from the crack of the open doorway. “Did you really want me to die?” the question hung suspended in air. In the silence all you could hear was your own heartbeat. “I’m sooo hungry.” Time started again as Leena burst through the door teetering faster than you expected towards you and Joshua.

Leena was sweating and pale. Her arms reached in front of you to get either of you. It was when she was nearly in front of you that Joshua moved. He dodged to the side narrowly missing your roommate. She didn’t seem to notice as she lunged for you. As much as you wanted to gape at your best friend’s back as he deserted you for your diseased roommate, your attention was snapped to her when she tackled you to the ground, hands pinning your shoulders down; teeth snapping in your face.

Now you and Leena were of similar size, making you think it was possible under normal circumstances for you two to be evenly matched. This was not normal circumstance. Where you had adrenaline, Leena had desperation. You could barely manage to keep her head far enough away from your body to not be bitten. And when she in turn started trying to bite any part of you in reach you started to panic, kicking vigorously from beneath her. You could feel your arms straining against her unyielding force. No words came from her mouth anymore, just guttural growls.

‘How could he leave me?’ You thought in hopelessness as you began to feel your arms fold. You stared into the deranged face of your once good friend and roommate, accepting that it would probably be the last thing you saw. You closed your eyes allowing the last couple tears of your to slip past your eyelashes.

A resounding wet crack made you pop them wide open.

You looked up the see Leena slack jawed, blood dripping from her mouth. Her head misshapen. She collapsed luckily just to the side of your body, face down. Your eyes following the dead weight.

“Y/N!” your gaze snapped to the owner of the voice. “We need to go somewhere else, now.” He said tightly, trying to keep his tone under control. Trying not to scare you, you realize in retrospect. “Now.”

There stood your Joshua holding a broken, bloodied closet bar in both hands. He was breathing as if he had just run a marathon and looked just as scared as you felt. But he was there. You scrambled up to follow him, whatever his plan may be. You wanted to get out of that damned dorm room now. Joshua quickly started to usher you out of the room, hand on your back. But something made your hair stand on end. You looked back. Leena was up and coming for whoever she could get her hands on. Joshua with his back turned was too slow to put up any defense. You were not.

You grabbed the closet bar from his hands and stuck is straight at her. Eyes closed waiting for impact. You felt a heavy jolt, but did not open your eyes until the choking sounds hit your ears. Opening your eyes slowly you saw what you had done. In front of you was an almost dead Leena. Surely on her way out. The bar through the base of her jaw and out the back of her skull. You stared at her eyes as the manic light dithered away and she went completely slack.

You jolted upright in your tent. Another memory turned night terror. You looked around the inside of your small survival tent, trying to even out your breathing. After over a year of traveling and killing off more biters than you could count. That day, that face still haunted you. Would you never forget? No. You knew.

There are certain things you never forget.

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surveysonfleek · 7 years ago

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593.

Have you ever had feelings for 2 people at the same time?  maybe not real ‘feelings’, but i’ve had a crush on two people at the same time.

Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea? only if you’re 100% sure about your decisions and won’t have any regrets.

Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship?  yes, if both parties are putting in equal effort to make it work.

Would you ever throw out/give away something an ex gave you?  if it has no value to me, then yeah.

Why do you think people believe in love at first sight?  idk. it’s just a thing i guess.

If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance?  yeah, i guess.

Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’?  yes.

Why do you think people choose to get married?  i have no idea. just a way of life.

Why do you think people are against same-sex marriage?  because to some it’s against their religion. for the ones that are just against it, i have no idea. people are just hateful.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing?  nearly a year.

Are you a slut?  no.

What happened last time you got drunk?  i had to pee a lot and i was super loud.

Have you ever thrown up from drinking?  yep.

Last thing you said out loud?  thank you.

Do you find piercings attractive?  not personally.

What’s your favourite number?  7.

How many cigarettes have you smoked today?  one.

What languages can you count to ten or higher in?  three i think.

Have you gone through a lot emotionally, or has life been easy thus far?  i’ve gone through a lot. nothing in recent years though.

Ever got suspended from school?  nope.

What would you do with a $10 bill you found on the ground?  keep it, duh.

Do you prefer the tanning bed or the sun?  the sun. i hardly ever go out tanning though.

What were you doing at 3AM last night?  lying in bed.

Are you ticklish?  yes.

Want to be taller or shorter?  a tiny bit taller.

Biggest annoyance in your life right now?  work.

Who is the first person you see in the mornings? my sister.

Do you like being called babe?  nah.

Is the last person you kissed more than 2 years older than you?  no.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?   yes.

Do you talk about your feelings or hide them?  i’m sorta in between.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed?  yes.

Did anyone see you kiss that last person you kissed?  nope.

Are you a jealous person?  no.

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person that kissed you?  yes.

Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?  yes.

Honestly if you could go back 9 months and change something, would you?  yes.

When is the next time you will kiss someone?  tonight.

Are you wasting your time on someone?  i hope not.

Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year?  my boyfriend.

Were you happier 7 months ago or now?  7 months ago.

Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?  yes.

Do you regret anything that you’ve said today?  no.

Do you have a secret life?  no.

Is there anyone you can tell EVERY THING to?  my boyfriend.

Do you ever get a text from someone that you don’t want a text from, and yell at your phone because your angry?  haha no.

So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM, what do you do?  let them in.

Have you ever liked someone who your friends HATED?  nope.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt?  yes.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?  yes.

Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you?  haha definitely not.

Have you ever just felt like you could cry an ocean?  no.

Are you dating the last person you talked to?  yes.

Would you live with someone without marrying them?  yes.

Is there someone you’d like to fix things with?  not really.

Are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend?  i haven’g gotten to know him properly tbh.

Who do you have texts from in your inbox? a ton of people. i never delete my texts.

What do you do when you have a bad day?  have a nap.

Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them?  yes.

Will you be seeing your ex any time soon?  no.

Do you think the last person you kissed cares for you?  yes.

Do you want someone you can’t have?  no.

What did you realize today?  i’m sleepy.

Is there a person from the past that you would like to talk to?  possibly.

Do you regret letting someone walk out of your life?  no.

Do you care if people hate you?  only if i know them personally and used to be friends with them.

What time did you wake up today ? 9am.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? pjs.

Are you a different person now than you were 5 years ago?  yes.

What were you doing at 4 am?  sleeping.

Would you rather write a paper or give a speech?  umm. it depends how long the speech needs to me.

What’s something you cannot wait for?  my birthday.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night?  maybe 3 hours. i’m going to have a nap soon.

Are you a morning or night person? night.

Do you reply to all of your texts?  most of the time.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?  not a fan of peanut butter.

What were you doing before you got on the computer? running errands.

What are your initials?  no.

Do you still talk to the person you liked 4 months ago?  yes.

Have you had your birthday this year?  not yet.

What did you do yesterday?  work.

What will you be doing tomorrow?  work.

Is it hard to make you laugh?  nope.

Do you believe ex’s can be just friends?  only if they were never in love. it’d be hard for me to be friends with someone i’d once loved.

How many people have you had feelings for in the year of 2013? one.

Have you ever dyed your hair?  yes.

Was New Year’s Eve enjoyable?  last year was kinda boring.

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would it be? san francisco.

What would you change about your life right now?  a better job with great pay.

Today, would you rather go forward a week or back?  forward.

Would you take $40,000 or a brand new car?  money for sure.

Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?  yes.

Do you automatically check your phone when you wake up?  yes.

Have you ever stayed up all night on the phone?  yes.

Could you use some sleep right now?  yessss.

Are you going to have a baby by the time you’re 18?  i’m way over 18 with no kids.

Does it bother you when someone hides things from you?  yes.

Have you ever slept in the same room with someone you liked?  yes.

Do you have a person of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?  yes.

Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point, and isn’t around anymore?  yes.

Do you have somewhere you hide things you don’t want anyone else to find? not really.

Have you ever had your heart broken? no.

How many languages do you know? two.

Do you have any piercings? ears and nose.

If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? i wouldn’t.

On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you? 6.

Have you ever cried uncontrollably on a friend’s shoulder before? no.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago? eating.

Do you enjoy Disney movies? yes.

Do you have a nervous habit? (e.g. biting nails, tapping feet, smoking) complaining. lol.

Have you ever had a girl best friend? yes.

Would you date a 13 year old at the age you are now? definitely not.

Whats your favorite type of flower? peonies.

Current favorite song? idk.

Are you happy with your given name? yes.

What’s a major fear or yours? losing people i love.

Do you know anyone famous? nope.

Do you own a Bible? yes.

What color is your bedroom? grey and turquoise.

Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? yes.

Have you ever pierced your own body part or that of someone else? nope.

What did you eat for breakfast today? sushi lol.

What’s the temperature outside? hot. like 28 degrees.

Will you go to college a virgin? i did lol.

Do you keep jewelry or small items in cute little boxes? no, they’re just in a big jewellery box.

What was the worst job you’ve had? Why was it so bad? none have been that bad, but i could find something to complain about in each job i had.

Do you wish you had naturally rosy cheeks? no.

What is one drug you have no interest in trying? meth, ice, crack etc.

What do you wanna be when you grow up? successful and happy.

Do you have a crush on anyone? more than a crush.

Do you get along better with men or women? depends on the individual.

Purple or chartreuse? purp.

Aliens or ghosts? aliens.

Favorite alcoholic drink? cocktails in general.

Favorite store? none in particular.

Favorite animal? panda.

Who do you love the most in the whole wide world? my family and boyfriend.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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paranoidwino · 8 years ago

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make it home

for the awesome @dresupi , because she’s awesome and amazing :) (I know Quicktaser is your jam but I can’t do it so yeah, next best thing?)

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“The girl isn’t sleeping.”

Darcy raised her head from the magazine she was reading and followed Dr Cho’s gaze.

Wanda Maximoff was in her brother’s room, and they were talking and chuckling quietly in a language she couldn’t understand. Sokovian was something she’d never studied, but she supposed she’d have to fix that; if Nat loved it when she understood and spoke Russian with her, it was only logical that they’d appreciate another conversation partner too (she didn’t count Clint, he spoke like fifty languages to her seven and took great pleasure in showing it off).

At first glance there was absolutely nothing wrong with Wanda; she was smiling softly and her brother was animated and laughing as much as he could while pinned to a bed (forced bed rest must be painful for a speedster), but then her eyes lingered on the lines of the other woman’s face. She had dark circles under her eyes that Darcy wouldn’t have otherwise noticed and her face pinched at the strangest of times.

Darcy looked back at the doctor. “These are some dark circles, but Steve didn’t report anything about a slower performance than usual? I mean, wouldn’t they have noticed if she hadn’t slept in days?”

Her brother must had noticed for sure such a thing. Then again, they could have had the discussion already and he was letting it go, judging by the looks he shot her when she wasn’t looking.

Dr Cho pursed her lips. “Maybe, but she’s not getting enough sleep, that’s for sure.” She left soon after, back to her rounds.

Darcy went back to her magazine, but every now and then she’d raise her eyes and stare at the girl.

She resolved early on to keep an eye on Wanda.

The girl had breakfast at the crack of dawn, spent the morning with her brother, went to training with Steve, had lunch, training with Natasha and then after dinner she’d spend every single moment back with her brother again, at least until Dr Cho kicked her off the medical floor. Darcy had initially assumed that this would be it, that Wanda would finally get into bed even if it was well over eleven in the evening, but the girl did not, in fact, go to her rooms. She went back to the common area and proceeded to make herself a huge pot of something that definitely didn’t smell like coffee (it didn’t even look like coffee… it sort of looked like something Bruce would have drunk had he been here, and the thought brought a pang to Darcy. She missed her friend). Out of excuses to linger around the common area and unwilling to confess her bonafide stalking, Darcy had to retreat to Jane’s rooms.

This same exact pattern repeated itself for three days before Darcy found the courage to actually smell and try the thing that pretended to be coffee.

It wasn’t. It was gross and slimy and tasted of roots. “What is… that?!” she choked on her cup and tried her best not to spit it out. It was a close call, but she managed to keep it down. And then the aftertaste kicked in, and she suddenly wished she’d thrown it up because this was 10 times more gross.

Wanda Maximoff hadn’t really expected her to taste it, apparently, because her lips twitched in amusement and incredulity. “It’s chiko..chik-” she tasted the words in her mouth, “Цикорийный кофе.” She ended up with in the end, helplessly. Darcy perked up at the words she could understand. “Chicory coffee?” She pointed at her mug, “this is not coffee. This is bad, bad stuff that pretends to be coffee to catch us unaware and kill us all.”

Wanda smiled and shrugged, “it’s what we drink in Sokovia. There is no americano in Sokovia, only chicory.” Her eyes got a very nostalgic and faraway look at the memory. It made Darcy’s heart melt a bit.

“You drink this all the time? Are you serious?” Her horror at the idea of drinking roots all the time was palpable.

Wanda nodded and got herself another refill. It was the third she was drinking that night.

“Okaaay,” Darcy prolonged the word, “and it’s cool… I mean no, it’s disgusting and gross but maybe it’s an acquired taste I can’t yet understand and it’s fine, whatever floats your boat. Cool. Yep.” She gave another careful sniff to the mug. Nope, it still smelled awful.

The girl chuckled, “No, it is bad, but it is what we drink and it works.”

Darcy peered at her from behind her mug, undecided on whether or not to throw it all away. Wanda looked really tired, like she was practically ready to drop dead on her feet. “So, uhm, not really my business, but… why are you brewing atrocities in the middle of the night? It’s…” she looked at the clock in the kitchen, “well after midnight.”

Wanda gave a noncommittal shrug, “It is not very late.”

“Uh uh,” Darcy nodded, “Totally not late, especially if you get up at five and please don’t deny it, Helen says you’re at your brother’s side the moment she opens the ward at seven, and FRIDAY told me you have breakfast at six.” She gave her the best pointed look she could manage at midnight with an aftertaste of death in her mouth. She pulled it off quite well thanks to her practice with Jane, if she had to say so herself because Wanda looked sheepish all of sudden.

Darcy’s eyes softened and she approached the girl, “Wanda, what’s wrong?”

The girl retreated a bit into herself, and Darcy immediately halted her movements. She shrugged again--she did that a lot--and said, “I’m not sleepy.” And yep, she looked ready to yawn and keel over.

“Absolutely,” Darcy nodded, “not sleepy at all. Wanda, you’re ready to fall asleep at any second and the racoon look you’re sporting could give the Winter Soldier a run for his money.” The last part was whispered because Steve was still touchy about his BFF.

“Come on,” she added brightly, holding a hand in her direction, “let’s go to your rooms and get you into bed.” Her heart flip-flopped a bit when Wanda took her hand and followed, albeit reluctantly.

Wanda’s and Pietro’s rooms were squeezed between the floor that was now empty because Bruce was AWOL and Natasha’s quarters. Darcy was secretly pleased Nat now had a buffer between her rooms and Bruce’s, because the events of Sokovia had shaken the Russian assassin more than she’d let people know, and Darcy worried about her (the moment Bruce or the Hulk walked those doors again? Darcy was kicking them. Either. Both. She didn’t care. She was kicking them so hard…).

FRIDAY dutifully opened the elevator and then Wanda’s room.

Compared to Darcy’s, who was bunking with Jane in a tiny guest room on Thor’s apartment slash floor when she wasn’t kicked to the living room, it was huge. It had a beautiful view of the city, all glass panels and steel in the windows. A huge bed that should be able to host at least three Hulks was at the opposite corner of the room, and there was even a big, flat screen TV.

It was grand, it was luxurious... and it was making Wanda more uncomfortable by the minute.

“Okay,” Darcy started slowly, unsure of what exactly was the problem. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but you’re fidgeting like a deer in front of a hunting rifle so I have to ask; what’s wrong with these rooms? Do you not like them?”

“They’re...nice.” Wanda had released her hand and was trying to fold into herself again. Looking at the young woman pressed in her red shawl, Darcy noticed how tiny she was. Not short, because she still had almost an inch on her, but she looked so lost and alone in such a big room that was every inch as grandiose as a set of rooms in Stark Tower. She felt terribly out of place.

Wanda shrugged, “I am grateful for these rooms.”

“But they’re not home?” she asked gently. Wanda didn’t answer.

Darcy nodded. “Okay, tell you what, tonight you can bunk with me and get some shut-eye, which you need, Wanda, like ten days of it. How does that sound?” The girl didn’t answer, but her face lit up with a hopeful smile and she quickly followed without a backward glance.

Jane was already asleep, which was a miracle and Darcy had no time to look at a gift horse in the mouth. She peeked into her room and yep, she was sleeping like the dead, her face scrunched in concentration even during slumber, her whole body wrapped like a burrito under the covers.

“Okay,” she nodded, placing a finger on her lips, “boss lady is being a nice burrito for the next seven hours or so, if we can keep it that way.”

Wanda looked at her quizzically. Darcy waved her hand dismissively, “Don’t mind me, let’s get some sleep.” She pointed at the coffee table in the living room (which was Jane’s living room, but doubled nicely as Darcy’s bedroom, for now). She pressed at it a bit and unrolled her futon, which had been $200 on Amazon and could be single, double bed and coffee table? Yes, please. So worth it when you followed an astrophysicist around for a living, not to mention the comfort of having it during her college days.

She stood proudly in front of it, ready to crawl under the soft covers when she noticed that yep, she and Wanda were still a hundred percent dressed and the girl even had her combat slash training boots in.

“Okay, I…” she coughed, “didn’t think this through. I’ll go fetch you some PJs.”

She would have loved to say ‘yep, best night of sleep I ever had’ , but it would have been a lie.

Wanda was a terrible futon partner.

She tossed and turned in the throes of a nightmare for almost the whole night, and every time Darcy tried to comfort her, the girl stiffened so much it was ridiculous to even attempt.

But the next morning, she looked as lucid as ever, even oblivious of what had happened the previous night.

Or she’d been trained to be a very good actor , Darcy mused as the girl approached the kitchen, hopefully not trying to brew more of that lethal concoction. But her smile was sincere and when she squeezed her hand in thanks, Darcy knew she had done right by her.

She’d done worse to help people catch some sleep. She’d share with a Bilgesnipe if it meant Wanda was getting some much needed rest, poor girl.

The dancing of her insides when Wanda had smiled at her had nothing to do with it.

The following nights, Wanda told her she’d sleep in her room, claiming that she couldn’t depend on someone else sleeping with her all the time like Pietro used to do, and she let it go with a cheery ‘Go you!’.

If Wanda decided to spend more time in the rooms it could only be a good sign. It was however clear that after a few days, she had reverted back to not getting sleep and clinging to her brother again. Her still-recuperating brother who according to Dr Cho would be in medical for at least three more weeks. Yeah, no, not an option.

She spent the day waiting for her chance. She’d stopped Jane’s caffeine intake at five (she usually stopped caffeinating the boss at seven, with the hopes of sleep, but Jane had agreed that tonight they could take an early night in exchange for two benders sometime next week), she’d unwrapped her futon and she’d even gotten out the good pajamas (the ones that didn’t involve a sloth in a nightcap that had nothing to do with politics ).

She knocked on Wanda’s door at eleven that night. She could still feel Tony gleefully announcing that nope, he wasn’t going to bed tonight, but she’d deal with him tomorrow morning.

Wanda peeked from her door. “Yes?”

“Hey, Wanda, sorry if I’m bothering you…” She tried to look into her room, “were you sleeping already?” She would bet Mew Mew that she wasn’t.

“Ah, no…” Wanda stuttered, “not yet. You need something?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” she smiled, unleashing the puppy eyes she’d used with Clint to get him help her contaminate the vents of the lab with purple glitter. “I’m sorry to ask you but Jane’s doing the burrito thing again and we used to share the bed a lot and I can’t risk waking her up and Nat will probably have my head if I wake her up for this and I can’t ask Tony-” she took a deep breath. She was totally lying, Jane was jealous of her space and Nat would totally share with her if she asked (she wouldn’t sleep a wink, but she’d share), but she hoped Wanda didn’t pick up on that . “...And I’d really appreciate it if we could share, tonight?” She added a sad face for good measure.

Wanda hesitated and Darcy exaggerated the sad puppy look until she smiled hesitantly and agreed.

“Great, thank you so much!” She cheered.

They stood awkwardly in front of her door.

Darcy giggled a bit. “I’m kind of waiting for you to let me in or get some pajamas and come with me?”

“Oh!” Wanda blushed pink and disappeared inside.

She left the door open.

Okay, Darcy was usually a classy creature who didn’t go around peeking into other people’s quarters, but she was kind of curious to see what the twins’ room looked like after a week, so she checked on Wanda and darted her eyes all over.

The room was as pristine and untouched as it had been before. Like it wasn’t even lived in.

There was only a pile of sheets in a corner, as close as possible to the wall.

What on Earth…

“Here, sorry…” Wanda cleared her throat. She had a pair of pink pjs in her hand.

Darcy refused to be embarrassed by being caught ‘snooping’ around (she really wasn’t, she hadn’t even moved from the front door) and instead gave the room another long look. The more she looked, the more this room seemed impersonal and as not-Wanda-ish as possible. It was like an hotel room or a guest room. Nondescript, neutral, and anonymous.

“Okay, thanks again for doing this,” she smiled at the young woman and took her hand. “Let’s go.”

The night was almost an exact repeat of the last time they’d shared a bed.

Wanda twitched, turned, tossed, but in the end slept almost six hours. Worth it.

And that night, when she made to go to ‘bed’ in her room, Darcy again offered her futon and company. And again, and again and again.

After five nights or so, Wanda started getting used to the feeling of not having only her brother close to her. The nightmares stopped and she didn’t flinch anymore at every tiny movement. Darcy was actually able to wrap her arms around her to comfort her any time she became agitated in her sleep, which was a plus all around.

But Darcy didn’t forget the empty room or the fact that there was no sign the quarters belonged to the Maximoff twins. Pietro would be released in two weeks--she had little less than that to fix it.

‘Fixing it’ proved to be a far harder mission than she’d assumed it would be.

She needed to make the rooms more ‘homey’ to a couple of twins whose home (and nation) had been destroyed into nothingness, after their roots had been removed and they’d been forced to live on the streets for years . They were basically Ex-PoW, two against the world.

She suddenly had the unbidden image of two tiny grumpy kittens in a world too big for them. Well, filling the rooms with catnip didn’t sound too cool. Yeah, no. But she could do some more colorful knick knacks, just in case.

The task of getting a set of rooms ready in two weeks was daunting, and she had no idea what the Maximoffs liked, and couldn’t very much ask them in person, because that would ruin the surprise.

“FRIDAY?” “Yes, Miss Lewis?”

So, she went for the next best thing. “Do you know where Steve is?”

“Captain Rogers is in the kitchen, Miss Lewis.”

Perfect. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

Steve stopped fiddling with the coffee pot and turned to her. Darcy didn’t believe for a second that she’d surprised him, what with super-hearing and all, but it was nice of him to try.

“Hello yourself, Darcy.” He smiled.

She smiled back, it was impossible not to, “Hello you, Steve. Sorry.”

“No problem, what’s up?”

“So,” she told herself she wouldn’t be too blunt. “I’m going to ask you an hypothetical question and please feel free to tell me if I overstep my boundaries. But I feel like you’re my best bet here.” She waited a beat. “What does ‘home’ mean to you?”

She suddenly felt she could check ‘Make Captain America fidget’ off her bucket list.

“What prompted this question, Darcy?” He asked delicately.

“I’m… kind of thinking of the Maximoff twins.”

Steve frowned, “is there anything wrong?”

“NO!” She answered quickly, and then, “Seriously, no. They’re adorable and nice and don’t worry it’s nothing wrong. I just… I think they’re lonely?” Steve’s frown eased, but he was still looking intently at her. “I mean, it’s always been them on the streets and now they’re in this big tower and they’re not together and yes I know it’s only for two weeks, but Wanda is really struggling to adapt to this new world, and I really don’t know how to make her feel at home?” His eyes had become sad. Crap, okay, no, retreat, abort mission, abort. “I’m sorry, Steve,” she said hastily, “I shouldn’t have asked you, I… I’m a terrible person.”

“No, no, Darcy, it’s fine,” Steve assured her. He then scratched the back of his head. “Frankly? At first, there was nothing that I could call home. I am now, thanks to my friends, but apart from that...” He shrugged.

Darcy felt reassured and disappointed at the same time by his answer. Thinking that they’d get better with time, while a bit obvious, gave her ‘hope’, sorta, but she had been hoping for something more ‘material’ than friendship to lean on.

Something must have shown on her face, because Steve reconsidered, “maybe something to draw on.” He said at the end, “it helps me focus and centre myself. Drawing is relaxing. You should find something they like and go with that.”

She nodded. “I see, thanks, Steve!” She smiled. While not very helpful, it was something she could work with.

Sam Wilson didn’t give her a much different answer. He was the Avenger’s psychological godsend slash personal enabler (no one could pile chips on the nose as well as Sam Wilson, no one!). His answer, however, apart from quoting the TLC manual (it’s Love, not love) by heart, involved colourful pillows and feathers. “My brother gave it to me from one of his travels. It’s my lucky item, it reminds me so much of him it almost feels like home.”

And yup. This gave her so many ideas.

Thank you, Sam.

They were snuggled into the futon in Jane’s living room of Thor’s quarters (and if you tried to pronounce it as Thor did, it became even more of a mouthful). It was raining buckets, and they were watching it pelt the windows of the room. It was kind of hypnotic, with its tap tap tap on the glass.

Darcy yawned loudly, and Wanda used the moment she was distracted to steal a bit of the covers.

“Sneaky.” She said, mock hurt. The young woman giggled a bit. “I’m going to turn in, this rain is making my brain melt.”

And she fell back on the futon and made a great scene of fumbling for the missing covers. “Alas, I’ll die of cold!”

Wanda laughed, “It’s June!”

“Fancy that! In June!” She snagged a bit of the covers Wanda was draped to and pulled.

They fell laughing in a tangle of covers.

“Someone’s trying to sleep, children!” That was Jane.

They giggled harder. “Sorry, boss lady!”

The rain didn’t waver one bit, the wind howling outside despite the updraught wind effect being actually mitigated by the Tower (never be said that Tony Stark was not a genius).

“This reminds me of Novi Grad,” Wanda whispered.

Darcy tried very, very hard not to stiffen, to look too interested or too jump at the conversation starter. Because Wanda (and Pietro, for the few times they’d actually talked - Helen was a tyrant in her hospital wing - ) never talked about Sokovia.

“Oh?” Be cool, Darcy. be cool.

“Mh. In September we get this heavy rain and wind. Pietro and I would sneak into abandoned garages during that time. Best moment to find shelter for winter.”

Yeah. Darcy knew they’d grown up on the streets. She snuggled a bit closer and Wanda snaked an arm under her.

“Do you miss Novi Grad?”

Wanda considered this, and weighed her words for a while, “I do not miss the hunger. We did not have food, or shelter, for weeks. I do miss the people, not all. But it was home.”

“And now it’s all lost.” Darcy whispered.

“Yes,” Wanda sighed. “But not all people. We can always rebuild the church, or the square, but we cannot rebuild the people, or the memories… But we did not have much, really.”

“Well,” Darcy hedged, “you can always start making new memories here?”

“That is true,” she smiled, “but I will miss home.”

Darcy didn’t know how to reply to that, because it was true. She didn’t miss her foster homes, but she understood. She missed her adopted brother pretty badly, too.

“I had this pillow.” She started. Wanda’s eyes drifted to hers. “My grandmother made it for me, when I was tiny. So when I entered the system--the foster system--I always brought it with me. It made ‘home’ less far away.” She offered.

Wanda nodded, “we had something like that. A glass...лебедь? It is luck for Sokovians. We brought it with us when we joined Strucker. I do not know what it came of it.” She shrugged, and went for more covers.

Darcy’s breath caught. This had given her ideas, and she knew who to bring this to.

“You want me to what ?!”

“Please, Clint? Please ? I’m begging you!”

“Nope, not happening. No, Darcy. Nope.”

“Nat! Clint doesn’t want to help me out with this!”

“Nat! Tell her no, Nat, seriously. Nat !”

Pietro was released on a Wednesday.

Wanda’s excitement was contagious and all over the Avengers facilities in the Tower people were smiling.

Dr Cho’s warnings to take it easy were heeded for exactly three seconds before Pietro went back to speeding around with his sister in his arms.

No one really had the heart to stop them. Freedom was a wonderful, beautiful thing.

And then Pietro almost pulled a muscle and they had to bodily wrestle them to the sofa. Well, Steve did, the others didn’t have much chance with Natasha out of the Tower.

After having shot down Tony and his ‘we’re alive’ party for the fourth time, it was concluded that a Movie Night was the way to celebrate.

And while the Avengers argued about what movie to watch, Darcy felt some sort of weird pride as she watched her big dysfunctional family (she was going to be mature and not point out the fact that Wanda hadn’t so much as looked at her since her brother had been out. She understood).

It was towards the ending that Natasha slipped into the room without being noticed, entered her field of vision and nodded.

Darcy made an excited noise that attracted the attention of everyone in the room. She blushed and coughed awkwardly. Natasha chuckled quietly.

“Sorry, sorry…” she said, “carry on.”

Tony shot her a suspicious look, but they let it go in favour of watching the little devils scram in front of the “Opopomoz” word (it was June , why they were watching a Christmas movie was beyond her).

As soon as the movie was over, everyone retreated into their rooms. Darcy crossed her fingers and went to bed.

She didn’t even reach her floor when the elevator’s door dinged at… a completely different one that wasn’t Thor’s.

“FRIDAY?” she asked.

“Apologies, Miss Lewis. Miss Maximoff would like to speak to you.”

Oh . Well, she had wanted to give them privacy, she knew how private Wanda was about her space.

“Yeah, I mean, sure, no problem… I’ll just-”

The elevator’s doors opened and Wanda bolted inside without waiting for her to exit.

“Hey-Oof!” She was being crushed. The girl had an extremely strong grip for one whose powers involved the mind and not the body.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!”

“...You’re welcome?” She returned the hug. She had a pretty good idea of what she was talking about. “It was actually Nat, you know? I had no idea of where to find the thing, she went with Clint and retrieved it from Strucker’s castle. It’s a miracle it was intact, being made of glass and everything…”

Wanda smiled and dragged her to the Maximoffs’ rooms.

“Seriously girl, what do you eat ? You’re basically carrying me, and I’m no Kate Moss…” Darcy complained jokingly.

The young woman laughed in response.

And yep, the glass swan was at the centre of the room, on top of the coffee table (that did not become a futon). There were also colorful sheets, doilies everywhere, a couple of handmade quilts, pillows and even a colored feather like Sam had suggested.

“Thank you so much. It looks so different!”

“You’re welcome” Darcy said with sentiment, “I know it’s not home… yet. But it might be? Besides, now it’s more colorful.”

Wanda’s smile was brighter than the sun.

Life went on and Wanda and Pietro settled right into the Avengers.

They ate, trained and slept at a normal pace.

And while Wanda was back to her affectionate self, Darcy kind of missed their nights on the living room in Jane’s rooms in Thor’s floor (and yep, this would be the eternal definition forever). She missed it, but it was so good to see that the young Maximoff had found her footing that she was more than willing to stomp on her loneliness for this.

“Shortstack, I’m hurt!”

Darcy started. “What’s up Tony? I didn’t start working on your case yet! You’ve been awake for…” She checked her clock, “no more than 12 hours? I still have like ten more before shutting down your labs!”

“Well no, nice try, you’re not touching my labs, not today. What I mean to saaay...” he was dragging this for longer than it was necessary, “was that I’m hurt that you never told me you were still bunking on your girlfriend’s floor!”

“...What? I’m not bunking on my gir- wait a minute.”

Tony smirked, “almost. No, seriously, why are you bunking in with Foster?”

Darcy stared at him like he had grown two heads. “Tony, that’s where I’ve always slept since London. Remember? Unpaid intern here!”

He looked at her strangely. “Okay, time to remedy to that. No more bunking on floors. Nope, no. I’ll give you a new room, somewhere. FRIDAY, check to see if we have free rooms upstairs, no buts Sparky, we’ll get you settled somewhere else. I bet you just love when Thor’s home, yep…”

And he walked out, without waiting for any sort of excuse or answer or anything. Darcy smelled the coffee she had in her hands. Nope, it was coffee and not vodka.

What just happened?

The new rooms were fine.

Darcy spent two days to make them perfect. They were so her it was beautiful.

She felt so alone.

She’d been living and sleeping with someone for the last six years, adapting to silence during the night was harder than she thought it would be.

Knock, knock .

She checked her clock, twice. 2am. That was weird.

She opened her door.

It was Wanda. She had a pillow in her hands and was wearing pjs.

She smiled “So, hey.” she fidgeted. “Pietro’s doing the burrito thing, and I’m not used to sleeping alone and Nat would kill me if I asked, so I wondered, do you want to share tonight?”

Darcy stared. It was almost the exact words she’d said to her. And with the same sad face.

She giggled a bit at that, and opened the door.

“Come in.”

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