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suckitsurveys · 2 years

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Another one that took me forever because of the garbage formatting. Which sucks because this person has a buncha newish surveys fdklsfjslfjdlskjfdlsjflds

Are you obsessive over Edward Cullen? Not even a little bit. Ever written that you were going to end your life? Written? Probably. If you had one wish, what would it be? And you can’t wish for more wishes. Endless money. Name one of your second cousins. Amelia.

Who’s your top friend on MySpace? Yikes how old is this? Diamonds or rubies? Sapphires. Would you date someone 8 years older than you? If I were single and Will Arnett asked me out, sure. Hahahahah. Can you take a bra off with one hand? Yes. How old is the last person you texted? 42. Who was the last person you fell asleep with? Mark. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? Nope. If you were in the hospital on life support, would the last person you hugged visit you? Yes. Have you ever fallen asleep in school? Nope. What kind of car does your most recent ex drive? I don’t know. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes, that’s how I met my husband. Do you wish you were taller or shorter? I’m fine. What financial class are you? Who cares? What poster is hanging closest to you? The school I work for’s logo. Are you more comfortable with men or women? Girls, gays, and theys. And my husband. How much older than you have you dated? I dated someone 10 years older than me when I was 21 and it was gross and awful. Do you have a pet cat? I have 3 kitties. Who did you last shoot a dirty look at? My coworker, playfully. Is there somebody in your life that you could not survive without? I mean, it certainly feels that way. What do you currently hear right now? The AC blasting. How do you feel about school? I HATED school. Does the person you last kissed still like you? Yes, I’d say so. When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? Oh YEARS ago. Probably my mom. How many rings do you wear, if any None daily. I need to get my wedding rings resized. Grilled cheese or peanut butter & jelly? Grilled cheese. I love PB n Js but I also need a glass of milk for them to be fully satisfying, and that’s not always readily available. I can drink almost anything with grilled cheese. Have you ever jumped in a pool with your clothes on? Yes. Do you prefer being called your actual name or a nickname? I don’t really have a nick name. Where is the person you love/like? He’s at home. Future tattoos? I really want to get one dedicated to my nieces. And I want a half sleeve of weird bugs and stuff. Name of your first relationship? Irrelevant. Do you like scary movies? Sometimes. Do you think your last ex deserves to die? Eh. Have you ever wanted to believe in something, but couldn’t? I want to believe my brother in law is actually a nice person and doesn’t treat my sister and his daughters like absolute shit, but here we are. What was the last animal/pet that you met? My cousin’s gerbils? Lol. Or some dog on the street? I can’t remember. What’s the last thing you promised yourself? That I was going to stick to a routine. Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? I haven’t. . What was the last board game you played? Uhh Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Literally who cares? Is there a guy you wish you hadn’t let slip away? Nope. Have you ever written to an advice columnist? No. Who is a singer that has given you chills? There’s more than a few.. What act would you perform in a talent show? Standing there awkwardly or quoting things from TV shows. What area are you the most gifted in, do you think? Creativity. What is your state’s bird (if you live in the US)? Cardinal. What did you go to college for? Good question. Tell me about someone that you know dislikes you. What do you think is about you they don’t like? My brother in law. He’s threatened by my relationship with my sister and my nieces because his siblings are giant pieces of shit just like he is. He also thinks I am childish and coddled. Meanwhile he lives with my dad and I make more money than he does so suck my dick. Tell me about something you’re afraid of. Why does it frighten you? I don’t like saying my fears out loud because my biggest fear is having someone use them against me. Does the last person you kissed live within walking distance? He lives in the same house as me. Do you think the last person you kissed has ever lied to you? It’s possible. Not about anything huge though. Is there a certain song that never seems to get old, no matter how many times you hear it? Sure. Do you think the last person you kissed is capable of breaking your heart? I know he is. Not that he’d want to, but with how much I love him, he technically could. <--Yeah. We have been together for 11 years and things are amazing between us but we both hold the power to break the other’s heart. And not just like, in a break up sense. My heart would break if he was sick or hurt or upset, as his would if I were. Do you want to have any children? If so, how many? None. How many piercings have you had in your life? 5. Do you have a problem with bisexual, gay, or bicurious people? Why the fuck would I? Are you a good babysitter? I am an amazing Aunt to my nieces and I occasionally take care of them. I don’t like watching other people’s kids though, lol. Is anyone overprotective of you? Not to a fault, no. Who was the last person you kissed? Mark. Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry? Yes. What colors would you like to have at your wedding? My dress was blue. That’s about all the color we had, seeing as we got married at city hall. The person you like comes up and kisses you, what would you do? Kiss him back? Ever known anyone who could “see right through” you? I mean, not in a negative sense. Have you ever broken a couple up? Yeah oops. Back in my wild teen years. When was the last time you changed in front of someone? This morning. What’s something you think should be legalized? Abortion, worldwide. Who usually takes out the trash in your family? Either of us. Have you ever experienced a friend or partner that was jealous of you spending time with other people? How did you handle the situation? Yeah, we were all teenagers once. How old do you think is too old to sleep with a stuffed animal? What the fuck ever, I have a squishmallow I lay on every night and I’m gunna be 33 on Friday. Are either of your parents retired yet? If not, what do they do? Yeah, My dad is. My mother is unfortunately no longer with us but she stopped working when I was a kid. Do you know anyone named Matt? Yes, a few. A coworker and my friend’s late husband. And my friend’s brother. And a guy I went to Leaders School with. When did you/do you want to move out of your parents house? I moved out when in 2017. Are there any books that you’ve been meaning to read? I REALLY want to read I Am Glad My Mom Died by Jenette McCurdy. It’s not often I want to read a book but that one sparked my interest. Have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? Yes. Who has/had the most mature romantic relationship you’ve seen with your own eyes? In my eyes, Mark and I. We NEVER fight and he’s never raised his voice at me in a mean way/ We talk shit out if something is bothering us and we just constantly make each other laugh and build each other up. When was the last time you got something for free (legally)? What was it & have you enjoyed it so far? I don’t know, I’m blanking. What is the one fruit you can’t stand to eat? How about vegetable? I am not a fan of berries and I HATE water chestnuts. Is your last ex still someone you care about? No. All my exes are irrelevant. Biggest annoyance in your life right now? My brother in law. When did you last eat pizza? A few weeks ago I got home from our trip. I’ve been craving it like crazy lately actually and I really want some GOOD pizza. Is there a girl you absolutely can not stand? Yup. Name the person that has honestly hurt you the most in life? My brother in law.

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 5 years

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Infinite Tricks

Stiles’ spark allows him to create infinite pockets, which means he gets up to infinite mischief.

For @loveyprophet

Stiles sat on the seat next to his father’s desk, dressed in a long sleeve shirt and a thick puffer vest. His Batman backpack – that was as big as he was – rested against the leg of his chair. He swung his legs back and forth beneath the chair, waiting as patiently as he could for his dad.

He took another bite of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich as his eyes rolled around the room, taking in everything he had seen before. His eyes focused on the plaque that sat on his father’s desk: Deputy J Stilinski.

The bullpen was full of quiet chatter as the deputies answered phone calls or talked quietly with each other over cases.

“Stiles,” his dad said, stepping over to his side. “The puppy from the K9 unit has gone missing, do you know where it went?”

“No,” Stiles said, looking up at his dad with doe eyes.

“Alright,” his dad said, raking his fingers through his hair. He turned slightly, looking around the bullpen. He paused, turning back to look at his son. His brow furrowed with confusion. “Stiles? Where did you get that sandwich?”

“From my pocket,” Stiles said innocently.

“Huh,” John muttered. He crouched in front of his son. “And you haven’t seen the puppy?”

Stiles shook his head.

A quiet bark interrupted them, coming from Stiles’ jacket pocket and muffled slightly.

“Mieczysław,” his father said warningly.

Stiles bowed his head. He carefully set his sandwich down on the edge of his father’s desk and shuffled off the chair and onto his feet. The soles of his shoes lit up, flashing bright colours as the boy straightened himself and tugged at his jacket sleeves with his chubby hands. He pulled his jacket off and carefully – meticulously – laid it down on the floor before reaching into the pocket.

His eyes lit up with a flash of white as his hand sank further into his jacket, is if reaching through the coat and into a hole in the floor. He pulled out the German Shepard puppy that was nearly as big as he was, the dog’s legs dangling as Stiles struggled to hold him. He hugged the puppy and looked up at his dad sheepishly.

The puppy squirmed out of his arms, running in circles around the boy before stopping to sit beside him and let the boy run his little hands through his soft fur.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said quietly.

His dad couldn’t help but smile as he reached out and gently tousled his son’s hair. “I know you love him, kiddo. But he’s training to work with the police and needs to go home with his trainer. Maybe if you’re good, we’ll get a dog one day, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles mumbled.

“Do you want to walk him back to his trainer?” his dad asked.

Stiles nodded.

John picked up Stiles’ jacket, holding out his other hand to his son.

The puppy happily walked beside them as they made their way out the back of the police station where a man stood, looking around. When he saw the puppy, his shoulders dropped with relief.

The puppy galloped over to the man who knelt down to pet him.

Stiles shuffled forward, wringing his hands anxiously.

“I’m really sorry,” Stiles said quietly, looking down at his feet.

The man smiled at the boy. “You know, Bear – here – could use a friend. Maybe you can come and play with him after he’s finished training?”

Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked from the man to his dad. “Can I?”

John smiled and gently tousled his son’s hair. “Maybe tomorrow,” he said. “We’ve got to go home now, so say goodbye.”

Stiles gently pet the dog’s head before walking back over to his dad’s side.

John held out his jacket, helping him put his arms through the sleeves and shrug the jacket on. He held his hand out for Stiles.

Stiles took his dad’s hand, glancing over his shoulder and waving goodbye to the trainer and Bear.

“Stiles,” his father started slowly, keeping his voice quiet as he helped his son into the car seat in the back of his cruiser.

“I was naughty, I know,” Stiles said, his voice riddled with guilt.

“I think you and your mum need to have a talk about how you use your special powers,” John said softly. He ruffled his son’s hair, smiling sweetly before shutting the door and climbing into the driver’s seat.

Stiles was thrown backwards. His body hit something solid, knocking the air from his lungs as he fell to the ground.

He coughed, gasping for air as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. He reached out, grabbing at the iron lettering of the BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL plaque and pulling himself up to his feet.

He ran the back of his hand across his face, wiping away the stream of blood that dripped from his nose.

“Alright, you son of a bitch,” he growled.

The Alpha turned, tilting its head as its glowing red eyes watched Stiles with curiosity.

The teen’s eyes lit up with a flash of white as he buried his hand in his pocket and drew out a baseball bat. “Come at me!”

The Alpha howled, baring its teeth as it dug it’s claws into the dirt and charged at Stiles.

Stiles held up the bat and swung.

There was a sickening crack as the metal bat collided with the Alpha’s jaw, knocking them aside.

The Alpha hit the ground, letting out a weak groan as its eyes fell shut. Its hair began to recede as its body morphed back into its human form.

Stiles took a step forward, his hands aching as he tightened his grip on the baseball bat and craned his neck to look at the man.

The dull glow of the streetlight that hung over them lit up the man’s face, the skin rippled with burns and scars that were still healing. HIs long brown hair falling forward over his face.

“Peter,” Stiles gasped. He took a step back, looking at Scott with a stunned expression. “The Alpha is Peter Hale.”

He turned to look at Derek.

The young man stared back at him with an expression of shock and confusion.

“How—?” Derek stammered.

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? I mean, your sister was the Alpha. Peter killed her and took—”

“No,” Derek interrupted. “The bat. Where did you get the bat from?”

“My pocket,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.

“How?” Derek squawked. “How do you fit a baseball bat in your pocket?!”

“Infinite pockets,” Stiles answered.

“No, don’t say that like it’s obvious,” Derek said, growing more frustrated the more confused he was. “Don’t say that like it’s normal!”

Stiles’ brow furrowed with confusion. A second later his eyes widened. “Oh, right, you don’t know. I’m a spark.”

“A spark,” Derek repeated back.

“Yeah,” Stiles said. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a PB and J sandwich. “I’ve been doing this since I was three.”

“So you can just pull anything out of your pocket?” Derek asked, his brows knitted together in though.

“Pretty much,” Stiles said. He smirked as he held up his sandwich. “Endless PB and Js.”

“Hey, dad,” Stiles said, stepping through the Sheriff’s open office door.

His dad glanced up from the paperwork on his desk, a bright smile lighting up his face. It fell a second alter when he realised why Stiles was there.

“Right, dinner,” He said, trying to sort through the mess of papers and photographs and stack he folders. “I’m so sorry, I got so caught up in this case that I lost track of time.”

“It’s alright,” Stiles said. “We can wait… or reschedule.”

“No, no, no,” his father said. “Just give me five minutes.”

“Okay.”

Stiles turned back to where Derek stood in the bullpen.

Derek held his hand out to him, pulling Stiles into his arms.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by a quiet bark.

“Hey, buddy,” Stiles said excitedly. His face lit up with a bright smile as he stepped out of Derek’s arms and dropped to his knees, holding out his arms for the dog that bounded over to his side.

The dog bounded into his arms, curling up against him as he wiggled with excitement and licked at Stiles’ face. He rolled onto his back and let Stiles rub his belly.

Stiles’ eyes flashed white for a second – almost missable – as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a dog treat, holding it out for Achilles to eat. He patted the dog, talking quietly to him. “How have you been, boy?”

“Do not try and smuggle a fully-grown German Shepard out of the station,” his father said warningly.

“It didn’t work the first time,” Stiles uttered, pouting.

“Wait, you tried to smuggle a dog?” Derek asked.

“I was four years old and the dog was only a few months old. He was still little—and it would have worked if he hadn’t had barked,” Stiles said defensively. He smiled as he scratched at the dog’s fluffy cheeks. “Have you been a good boy?”

“Very good,” his trainer answered. “It’s his last week before retirement.”

“You’re retiring him?” Stiles asked, shocked.

“He’s nine years old,” his trainer – James – said.

“What?” He looked at Achilles. “When did you get so old?”

The dog licked his face, making Stiles chuckle.

“We’re trying to line up a place for him to go,” James told him. “I can’t take him home with me; my backyard’s not big enough and I spend to much time at work to give him the attention he needs.”

Stiles let in a sharp gasp, excited.

“No,” his dad called out from his office.

Stiles’ shoulders fell. “But you promised we’d get a dog one day.”

“I know,” John said. “But our backyard isn’t big enough either, kiddo.”

“I can take him.”

They all turned to look at Derek.

“I live on acres of land and I work from home, so I can give him the attention he needs,” he said, crouching down next to Stiles and petting Achilles. “I’d have to get food, toys, bedding, and all that stuff, but I’d be happy to take him in.”

“What do you say, Achilles?” Stiles asked, watching as he nuzzled up to Derek lovingly. “I’d say that’s a yes.”

A soft smile played across Derek’s lips.

Stiles leant over and pressed a soft kiss to Derek’s cheek.

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rian-ivy · 4 years

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faceclaim: lily collins

name: rian samantha ivy

age: 26

birthday: 03/08/1994

occupation(s): fire medic at the CFD

label: Damsel Not In Distress

tattoos: 5 - a small stretch of ivy behind her right ear ((a family tattoo)), no rain no flowers on her inner bicep, flower heart on her inner left wrist, tulips on her ankle, sunflower on her ribs

piercings - double lobes, and one helix on her right ear

family: Lynn Copperfield, mother. Ryan Ivy, father. Crew Ivy, brother. Eloise Ivy, sister. Amy Herald-Ivy, step-mother. Unknown, half-sibling.

trigger warnings - infidelity, pregnancy mention, divorce, car accident and fire mentions

The Bio

sunrise - When Rian was born, it was the perfect set up to a simple life in a small Southern town with friends all along mainstreet - because that’s how it was set up where she grew up. Everyone knew everyone and their business (even if it wasn’t theirs to know). Born to Ryan and Lynn things were doing well for the three of them. Her father was in the ranks in the firehouse and would one day reach the position of firechief, her mother a secretary at the local attorney’s office. She’d found the job from a friend she’d had in high school and the two of them agreed that she’d been lucky to get it. When she wasn’t at the office, she was in the kitchen teaching Rian and her siblings how to create some of her original recipes. Through the years of infancy, Rian would gain her twin siblings Crew and Eloise when she was 2. It was the arrival of the twins that started to loosen the seams on the perfect scene.

tornado warnings - Rian grew up following her father anywhere and anywhere she could. If he was in the barn, she was with him petting horses. If he was in the garage fixing his dad’s truck - she was sat on the workbench talking about stars and cornfield mazes. She was the true definition of a daddy’s girl. Meanwhile, Crew took a hold onto Lynn and her kitchen skills. Eloise bounced between the two, mainly attached to their grandmother’s side watching soap operas she was far too young to watch. While Rian was close with her father, she found herself distancing herself from her mom. This became even truer when one day when she was about nine, Rian came home from school sick. Ryan had picked her up before his shift at work, leaving her with her grandmother. She’d been taking a nap when she’d heard Lynn return home. And before she knew it, she’d heard a male’s voice. A deep one and not one that she recognized. With her grandmother out in the barn doing some work for Ryan, it was just the three of them in the house. It’s easy to see where things were going from here. She’d hidden behind her door as the two of them made headway to Lynn and Ryan’s bedroom. She’d snuck out of the house after that to go and tell her grandmother that ‘mom was home and she brought a man with her’.

fading light - Subsequently from that day, Ryan and his mother bickered. He couldn’t believe that she’d accuse his wife of such a crude thing. Rian stayed quiet, as she didn’t want to upset her dad as much as her grandmother had. It was around 6 months later and many instances of avoiding Lynn and her friend from work. Rian couldn’t do it anymore. She was worried, as every time he came over her mother sounded like she was in pain, so when Ryan returned from work, she’d told him that grandma was right. And finally, the fights began, the anger and distrust rang through the house. Rian would keep Crew and Eloise in their rooms, playing with them in an attempt to distract them when the house seemed to rattle. This sense of protection lingered throughout her childhood and into adulthood.

sunset - The straw that had finally broke the camel’s back was the realization that Lynn was pregnant. And there was no way the child was Ryan’s considering after the twins he’d had a vasectomy. Divorce papers were served, Lynn was kicked out and suddenly Rian was raising a ten year old and two 8 year olds by himself. With his parents retired in Florida after pushing them away in defending Lynn, he’d struggled the first few weeks. Eventually, Rian stepped up and helped him out. Packing lunches ( the extent of them being a mix between PB&Js, Ham and Cheese and Lunchables), getting her siblings up and ready for the day as well as helping clean the stables and doing her homework and helping her siblings. She tried her best to be as helpful as she could with house chores even with how little she was. This went on for about 2 years before Ryan met his future wife at the fire station. Amy was everything that Lynn hadn’t been. She was great with the kids, was kind, reached out and made Ryan and his parents reunite, as well as bringing the family closer together than they’d ever been. Amy had been the mother that Rian never got when she was younger. The two of them would get up and go for horseback rides every Saturday and spend the rest of the day working at home or touring around the station with her father.

the early morning - All through high school, Rian found herself joining equestrian clubs, taking care of her horse Ginger and hanging out with her friends from school and club. If she wasn’t riding, she was helping her dad or doing homework. So, it was no surprise that she really didn’t have much of a love life outside of it all. She’d maybe had a few dates here and there for dances and the likes but it wasn’t a priority for her, as she knew she had her family and her friends and her horse. And to her that’s about all she needed.

the new dawn - It was Amy that persuaded Rian into going into service with the fire station after high school. She wasn’t certain that she wanted to join most of her classmates at University of Georgia or Emory. She didn’t see herself in a business setting or being around those talking about politics, DOWs and mortgages. So, it was off to training she went. After months of training and studying for her EMT certificates, Rian spent the majority of 3 years working as an EMT in Georgia. Around this time she joined Amy and Ryan at the firehouse and knew that she’d made the right call. She loved everything about her job, from the rescues, the minimal fires, the car accident retrievals - all of it. Around year 2 of firefighting, she’d decided to move out of her ranch her family owned and into her own apartment closer to the firehouse. She took more 24 hour shifts, staying up late and growing close to the staff. It was after she adopted Freckles that she realized something large in her past. Her mother had left because of infidelity - that resulted in a child. She’d known very little about any of that situation and while she was mad at her mother still, there was a sibling of hers out there that she’d never met. And she wanted to know everything about them. So after some discussion with her father and Amy, she’d learned her whereabouts and picked up everything and headed up to Chicago after she’d secured a spot in the Chicago’s Fire Station staff. Now that she’s in Chicago, she knows she’s got to track down this kid, and maybe get to know herself while she’s at it.

#bio #rian #muse

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