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Here is my recap of the That’s Gotta Be Made-Up! (Eryn Krueger Mekash) episode of the podcast.

Eryn was the head of the entire make-up department on Glee.

She was like a parent or older sibling to the cast.

She put together an incredible crew o make-up artists that were there for almost the entire run of the show.

She has gone on to do incredible things.

She’s coolest person to work with. She is so talented, normal, and awesome.

The make-up artists were sort of like advocates for the cast because they were so young.

Jenna said they are in the prescience of make-up royalty.

She has won 8 Emmys.

She was just happy to get nominated and go to the party.

Her first Emmy was for The Normal Heart.

Eryn works a lot with Ryan.

Jenna said your make-up artist becomes like your bff.

You have an intimate relationship with your make-up artist. They are the first person you see and they are right there in our face.

Eryn is 36 years into being a make-up artist and she still loves it. She loves taking care of people. It’s like solving puzzles all the time.

One of Eryn’s favorite parts of the job is the beginning part.

Nip/Tuck was Eryn’s first job with Ryan.

A lot of Eryn’s jobs she has been handed to her by Ryan.

The last year or so she hasn’t worked with Ryan because he’s moved to New York.

Eryn was the head of the make-up department for The Fablemans.

She said it is more fun when its a group thing and the creator has ideas of what they want the characters to look like.

In the pilot Lea has a lot o make up but it didn’t work.

For the most part with Ryan it’s a collaboration. He wants you to bring your ideas but he also had specific ideas for what he wants.

The Rocky Horror and Madonna stuff was extra fun.

Gene Simmons owns all the Kiss looks so they couldn’t do them exactly when they did the Theatricality.

Theatricality is one of Eryn’s favorite episodes.

There weren’t too many times when Ryan said he didn’t like a look and to change it.

A lot of it was last minute.

Eryn’s husband Mike is I also a make-up artist. He mostly does special effects make-up.

They compliment each other when it comes to work.

When creating a team you have to pick someone that is as good or better then you.

Better people will always make you look good.

Glee has a massive hair and make-up team because they had a huge cast.

There were four make-up and hair crew working at all times.

There was always music blasting and coffee.

One time they didn’t have enough people and it was Eryn covering set. She handed everyone their make-up bag and walked them through putting on the make-up. Kevin says he remembers Amber powdering him one day.

Everyone gets their own make-up bag.

Jenna said she was a pro doing her make-up after watching the artists do hers for years. She couldn’t do it now.

Glee was a unique experience. It was chaos at times.

Any job after Glee is a piece of cake.

So many songs have been ruined forever for Kevin and Jenna because of Glee.

Kevin runs out of the room if he hears Don’t Stop. He wants to do the fist bump whenever he hears it.

Eryn told them that during the Super Bowl episode some of them would get to do have prosthetics. He got what he wanted and ended up with the flu and bronchitis. It was chilly when they did Thriller/Heads Will Roll. It was super fun but also super challenging. That episode was shot over 20 something days.

The guy who originally created the Thriller make-up artist, Rick Baker, had kids who were huge Glee fans. Eryn has become super good friends with him.

Eryn ended up buying one of the football uniforms from the during an auction just to have as a momento.

Kevin’s make-up for Thriller took 3 hours to apply.

The make-up crew ended up making a challenge out of how fast they could reset the casts make-up after being a slushie.

Jenna said when you got slushiedit would be done in maybe two or three takes. You couldn’t move after you got slushied because they would take continuity photos taken. They would bring them nice warm washcloths to wipe their faces with.

Eryn thinks it might have been Michael Westmore who taught her the trick for getting the dye from the slushies off their skin. It’s the same trick for getting fake blood off. You use shaving cream.

Eryn and her husband worked on The Last Of Us.

Most things don't bother Eryn. If she's working on it she doesn't get squeamish especially after working on Nip/Tuck. The 7th episode of The Last Of Us grossed Eryn out.

She worked on The Fabelmans. There are a lot of different period looks. The main actor wore contacts the whole time.

She can't even say it was dream of hers to work with Steven Spielberg. It was on the outer limits and something that seemed so far off and that would never happen. She got the job because Spielberg's longtime make-up artist, Lois Burwell, couldn't do it. Burwell had suggested Eryn. She never thought in a million years the job was for a Steven Spielberg film.

Eryn said it was amazing to work with Spielberg on this movie because it was so personal to him.

She said everyone was so down to earth.

When people work with her they want to hold on to her because she is so easy to work with and she's amazing at her job.

Kevin said everything Eryn touches turns to gold.

Eryn said there are moments from each show that she enjoyed working on that are her favorite but not one particular show or film.

She always tries to find something she loves from each project she works on.

She said she really enjoyed working on Glee.

She is working on Santa Clause season 2 right now.

It broke her heart that the cast never had any time to enjoy it. They were always so busy.

The hair department changed out a lot so the cast wasn't as close to them.

Even when Eryn left they still had the people she had handpicked. The cast felt very protected and secured with the make-up people.

The make-up and base camp were close together so it felt more intimate. They felt like they could just hang out.

What is the feeling Glee left you with, overall experience? Creativity and resilience. Coming through and surviving all that happened during and after Glee. She said she doesn't think people realize how special Glee was but also how hard it was for everyone involved.

Eryn and her husband throw the craziest Halloween parties. Everyone shows up in the most extravagant professional horror make-up since they are professional make-up artists and so are most of their friends. A bunch of the cast went to one of the parties as the Rugrats.

#and that’s what you really missed #atwyrm #jenna ushkowitz #kevin mchale #eryn krueger mekash #glee #podcast

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Dear Heart - Chapter 10

Dick Winters x Melanie Davis

Summary: Melanie Davis is a nurse from North Carolina who has lived a sheltered life since her father died. Her father’s best friend, Colonel Sink, invites her to experience more as a regimental nurse for the 506th PIR of the 101st Airborne. She embarks on the adventure of a lifetime.

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Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: First of all, sorry this update took so long! I’ve got a new OC to introduce here and I wanted to get her right. I hope you guys enjoy Juliet as much as I do :) Thank you again to @mercurygray for being a wonderful beta reader, as always <3

Warning(s): None for this one :)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Chapter 10 here we go!!!

Haguenau, with its slushy streets and unpredictable explosions, was a welcome reprieve from the hellish woods of the Bois Jacques. The improvements were small, but they had roofs over their heads, food in their bellies, and rumor had it that later there would be showers. Unfortunately, danger still lingered close by - right across the river.

Melanie slipped and slid all the way to the company CP to check on Lipton. She was keeping an eye on his pneumonia so he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital. Dick had objected to this at first, but she assured him she could manage. Lip was too valuable to leave the company now, and Dick couldn’t argue with that.

When she arrived, she saw Webster - clean and fresh from the replacement depot. She nearly did a double take when she spotted him. Holland felt like years ago now. Though he looked much the same as he did then - a handsome young Harvard man.

“Oh! Hello, David,” she said pleasantly. “Glad you could join us.”

“Thank you,” he returned earnestly, for he knew she was the only person who said that without any sarcasm behind it. “How are you, Melanie?”

“Oh, just fine,” she said. “How’s the leg?”

“Good, thanks,” he replied.

Melanie had tended to him herself. It was a flesh wound, so she didn’t need a doctor. Just disinfectant, stitches, and a bandage, and he was good as new. She offered to cover for him if he wanted to get back to the line, but he refused. Now that she had seen combat first hand, she couldn’t say she blamed him.

She turned her attention back to Lipton. “Now, Lip, can I ask you to set those papers down at least long enough for me to take your temperature?”

Lip nodded and let the papers in his hand fall into his lap. Luz pulled up a chair for her. She thanked him and took a seat while the thermometer did its work. She leaned closer to feel Lip’s forehead, which was still burning up.

The temperature climbed and she frowned. “Still a fever. How’s the cough?”

“It’s okay,” he said, but then lost himself in another fit.

While she waited, another new face entered the room. A lieutenant she did not recognize. He introduced himself as Jones, and explained he was looking for Captain Speirs. As if summoned by the mention of him, the new Easy CO appeared. Melanie wasn’t quite sure how she felt about Speirs yet. There was no denying he was successful, but there was something frightening about him. He was so...intense. And she’d heard the rumors about what he did on D-Day, though she didn’t know if she believed them. Even having spent more time around him, she couldn’t make up her mind about whether he was capable of it or not.

Lip began to introduce Jones, but Speirs cut across him. “Listen, for Christ’s sakes, will you go back in the back and sack out? Lieutenant, tell him he needs to be in bed.”

One thing Melanie appreciated about Speirs was his indifference to her presence in regard to her gender. Ever the practical leader, he seemed to just appreciate that she was there. Man or woman, if there was help, he took it. She did wish he would call her Melanie, but that sort of familiarity took time.

“I can’t order him around, Captain, but I do agree with you,” she said, casting a stern look at Lip.

“I will, sir,” Lip said to Speirs. “I was just trying to make myself useful, sir.”

“You can do that by listening to the nurse,” Speirs replied.

“And you won’t be useful to anybody unless you get better,” she added. “Do try and get some rest.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said tiredly.

“Very good,” she said, patting his arm. “I’ll come back by and check on you later.”

With Lip seen to, Melanie headed back to her billet. Now that they weren’t cut off, she had a stack of letters from her mother to sort through. She had only made it through about half of them so far, and though their contents steered more and more toward questions about her and Dick, she was eager to hear the news from home. She also had a few letters from her friend Rose, so when her mother’s letters got to be too much, she had something to fall back on.

When the first letter from her unread stack from Lilian began with a question about Dick and his intentions, Melanie gave up. She could never make her mother understand what was between her and Dick, and so there was no use trying to explain it. She picked up Rose’s letter and began to read. She made a face at its contents.

“Bad news?”

Melanie looked up to see Dick in the doorway. For a fleeting second, she took absurd notice of the bit of scruff on his face and admired it. He looked rather devil-may-care. So much so that for a moment she forgot her distress entirely. She shook her head to clear it, set the letter down, and nodded sadly.

“I’m afraid so,” she said. “My friend, Rose...her husband is missing somewhere in the Pacific.”

“This is your high school friend?” he asked.

Melanie so rarely spoke about her loved ones back home, but she had mentioned Rose more than once. Rose was married to Patrick, a Marine. They had a little boy, Jonathan, and Melanie was his godmother. She nodded again.

“Yes,” she said. “Oh, how awful…Poor Rose…”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up,” Dick said, trying to sound convincing. “Could be captured.” That was certainly wishful thinking. He’d heard that the Japanese rarely, if ever, took prisoners. But he wouldn’t poison Melanie’s mind with that information.

She didn’t reply for a long moment, her eyes fixed on the letter, deep in thought. Then she sat back against her chair and sighed. Almost dreamily. His brow furrowed as he watched her. She turned her face to look out the window, and the light illuminated the bruises that still faintly clung to her skin.

“This might sound like a horrible thing to say,” she said. "But you know, I sort of envy her. Husband, baby. Everything is...decided, it’s there. I know deep down that it worries her, having Patrick gone, but I...I envy that she had those things to lose." She looked at Dick. "Does that make sense?"

He knew exactly what she meant. Dick listened to the way some of the other men talked about their wives, and he did sometimes feel a little jealous that they had someone who was so counting on their return. True, it made the stakes higher - his frequent reasoning for not admitting his feelings to Melanie - but there was a certain beauty about that risk.

“It makes sense,” he told her. “And I think it’s only human. She may envy you that you get to be part of the action, while she has to stay behind. Or that you don’t have something so heavy to worry about.”

Melanie considered arguing this. If anything happened to Dick, she’d be devastated. But of course, that was not something she could say. And besides, he was not her husband. Losing him would not put her in the same position as Rose socially. She would only have comparable heartbreak. She decided to change the subject, distraught at the very idea.

“Did you need something?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “There’s a patrol tonight. Sink wants you and Roe on standby in case of any casualties.”

“A patrol?” she questioned.

He nodded, his own displeasure at the idea clear in the slight downturn of his mouth. She wished there was something she could say to comfort him, but unfortunately, they both knew it was no good.

He explained the basics. Fifteen men from Easy Company would cross the river and try to capture a few Germans they knew to be residing in one of the buildings near the shore. Hopefully, they would have information to help the Allies push further into Germany. Melanie didn’t think the risk was worth it, but she didn’t have to say so. She knew Dick felt the same. But orders were orders.

“Alright, I’ll try and have some things prepared,” she said with a sigh. If she had time, she might have gone to Colonel Sink to ask him about this patrol and if it was really necessary, but it seemed decided. “Would you like me to come to the briefing?”

“Up to you,” he said. “I was just going to tell you to get some sleep while you can. Patrol sets off at 0100 hours.”

She expected him to go then, but he lingered, looking at her as if there was something on the tip of his tongue. She searched his face for what it might be.

“Is there anything else, Dick?” she asked.

There was, but he wouldn’t say it. Truthfully, he felt he related to Rose. After almost losing Melanie to a crumbling building, and wondering what she’d been through before those five days in the woods (which he still wondered), fearing that whatever it was had cost him his closeness to her, he realized he had done a lot more worrying about her lately. He was at the relative safety of battalion, while she had taken a position much closer to danger. The tables had certainly turned since D-Day.

He shook his head. “No, that’s it. Get some rest. I’ll see you later.”

He turned to leave, but was blocked by the appearance of a striking blonde woman. He stopped just before colliding with her, his surprise evident on his face.

“Crikey, sorry!” she gasped. She was English, based on the accent. “My fault!”

Melanie’s brow furrowed with confusion as Dick shuffled out of the way of the newcomer and her face came into view. She was beautiful with thick, wavy blonde hair, eyes the color of rain, and an enchanting smile. She clearly wasn’t military since she was in civilian clothes. Her presence was all charm and warmth, from the second she entered the room.

“Juliet Fletcher,” she said, extending her hand. “You’ll have to excuse the sweat, I walked all the way through town. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to get a cab out here.”

Melanie and Dick both chuckled and shook the woman’s hand. “I’m Melanie Davis, and this is Captain Dick Winters.”

“I see I’ve made it to the right place,” Juliet said. “I’m a reporter with the London Pursuit, and Colonel Sink said I can bunk with you while I cover the regiment.”

Melanie blinked, surprised by Colonel Sink allowing a war correspondent - especially one who was both female and English.

“Most of my colleagues went to cover our own lads, but I thought I’d see what the Yanks are up to,” Juliet continued. “I hate to be unoriginal.”

Melanie and Dick exchanged an amused glance as Juliet stepped further into the room and set her bags down.

“I promise you’ll be glad of the company,” she said.

“Why do you say that?” Melanie asked, curious.

“Well, there can’t be too many other women out here,” Juliet said. “With all the whistles I got on my way here, I’m quite certain we stand out.”

Melanie smiled again, feeling seen. Though the men knew better than to whistle at her. She thought it was out of respect for Colonel Sink, but really most of the men understood Melanie to be Dick’s girl, whether Dick and Melanie were aware of it or not.

“I’ll let you get settled,” Dick said, then he turned to put his hand on Melanie’s shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

“Of course,” Melanie replied, her gaze lingering on him just a moment longer. Her eyes flicked down to the stubble on his chin again for one last look at it.

“Nice to meet you, Juliet,” he said, and then he was gone.

Juliet glanced between where Dick disappeared and Melanie’s face. “You two seem rather smitten, is he your boyfriend?”

Melanie flushed. “Oh, no, nothing like that.”

“Would you like him to be?” Juliet asked.

The pink in Melanie’s cheeks deepened. “Well - I mean, I care for him, but -”

“What’s the matter?” Juliet pressed. “Family doesn’t approve?”

“We’ve never met each other’s families, so -”

“Oh, is he married?”

“No, he’s -”

Juliet’s nose wrinkled as she interrupted again. “Does he want you to do unusual things in the bedroom?”

The color drained from Melanie’s face and her eyes went wide as an owl’s. “No!”

“These are just routine questions,” Juliet said.

“Are they?” Melanie wondered, shocked.

“Of course,” Juliet answered, appearing completely earnest. Until she burst out laughing, which put Melanie at ease. “I’m joking, Melanie. We only just met, I’d never ask what your boyfriend likes in the bedroom. Unless of course you need to talk about it, in which case, I’m all ears.”

Melanie blinked. She hadn’t met many reporters so she wondered if they were all as fast-paced as Juliet, whose mind seemed to run a hundred miles a second. She felt like she should be offended by the remarks, but she wasn’t. She found it all a bit silly. Which she appreciated after the news from Rose and the impending patrol. Juliet was like sunshine in this bleak and gray winter. She retrieved a cigarette from the box in her pocket, struck a match, and lit it, taking a long drag, and looking very graceful in Melanie’s opinion.

“Dick and I are strictly platonic,” she said. “But I appreciate the offer for a confidant.”

“Anytime,” Juliet said with a puff of smoke around the word. “I hope we can be friends.”

“Me too,” Melanie agreed.

“Seriously, I don’t have any friends,” Juliet said. “People hate reporters.”

Melanie softened. Juliet was not teasing now, she was being honest. Melanie saw it in her eyes, the loneliness.

“I assure you, I have no such prejudice,” Melanie said. “Now, what can I do to help you settle in?”

Juliet had packed light, which was to be expected. But she had brought along her typewriter, which Melanie was surprised Juliet was able to carry at all. It was heavier than lead, and would have had Melanie tipping over if she tried to travel with it. As they got Juliet set up, they got to know each other more. Melanie did enjoy being in the company of a woman again, and the friendship she felt reminded her of her time with Renee and Anna, who she missed a great deal. Juliet explained that she had met some of the 101st before while they were in Aldbourne, which was part of what drew her to covering their unit now.

“You didn’t make any friends?” Melanie asked. “I’ve found our boys to be rather friendly, especially with beautiful women.”

Juliet smiled. “Oh, they were perfectly kind. But it is hard to keep up once they’ve shipped out.”

“I understand,” Melanie said. “Why, my friend back home - her husband is in the Pacific and she gets so impatient for his letters. Of course now, he…” she trailed off, reminded once more of Patrick’s danger and Rose’s heartache.

“Was he killed?” Juliet asked.

Melanie shook her head. “Missing.”

“Crikey, I don’t know which is worse,” Juliet said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“That’s not the only bad news,” Melanie confessed, and explained about the patrol. Juliet listened carefully, brow knitting over her eyes as she took it in.

“It’s quite risky,” she remarked. “From what I’ve read, the war’s supposedly almost over.”

Melanie bit back a scoff. “Not quite. I wish it were, though. These men have been through enough.”

“You have too, I expect,” Juliet said. “Were you with them in Bastogne?”

“I was for the last week or so,” Melanie told her. “And I barely made it through that little.”

Melanie shuddered to recall those days. Not only because of the grueling nature of the battle, but also her distance from Dick. Things were beginning to get back to normal between them, but she could feel that he was still curious. She appreciated that he wouldn’t push her, but it made her feel guilty to keep something from him.

“I’d love to get your story, if you’re up to sharing,” Juliet said. “I’m sure you’ve got a unique perspective.”

“I’m sorry, but I’d rather not,” Melanie told her. “If anyone’s voice deserves to be heard, it’s the men who were out there for weeks.”

Juliet shrugged. “I understand. I hope you know your voice matters too, though.” When Melanie didn’t reply, she continued. “Besides, I’m more interested in this patrol you mentioned. D’you think I’d be allowed at the briefing at least?”

Melanie pondered this, grateful for the change of subject. “We can certainly ask Dick. Or Easy’s CO, since that company will be executing the operation.”

“Great! When can I meet him?” Juliet wondered.

Melanie admired Juliet’s eagerness. “I’ll be going by the company CP this afternoon to check up on Sergeant Lipton. Come with me, and I’m sure we can find out.”

“Perfect!”

The girls set out for something to eat. And Juliet was constantly making Melanie laugh. Not because Juliet was necessarily trying to be funny, but her remarks were unusual and amusing. Melanie felt like she’d been sent a sweet blessing - she couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this much. This winter had been the hardest of her life, and not only because of the weather. So much had happened to her. But now she felt like spring was right around the corner.

Neither Dick nor Speirs were at the CP when Melanie and Juliet stopped by, and Lipton was about the same as far as his illness went. Melanie introduced her new friend, and Lip was welcoming to her. Melanie once again stressed his need for rest, and he promised her he would sleep within the hour.

“I think Winters and Speirs are out by the river,” he told them. “They’re checking things out for the patrol.”

“Thank you, Lip,” Melanie replied. “We’ll go find them.”

She turned to go, but quickly realized that Juliet was not following her. The reporter was glued to her spot, and some of the color had drained from her face. She looked...rather frightened.

“Did you say...Speirs?” she asked Lipton.

He nodded. “Yeah. Captain Speirs has been our CO since Foy.”

She swallowed. Melanie’s brow furrowed. She guessed that perhaps Speirs was one of the people from the regiment Juliet met in Aldbourne, but judging by her face, it would not be a glad reunion. Juliet looked as if she were braced for impact. Melanie grew concerned.

“I understand if you’re a little afraid of Speirs,” she said. “He’s -”

“Hey, I ain’t afraid of nothin’ except spiders, which is completely normal,” Juliet interjected, somehow both defensive and joking. She took a breath. “Okay...okay, you may see some things…”

Melanie immediately formed a hundred questions about that, but Juliet marched out of the building and into the street. Evidently, there would be no explanation of what Melanie might see upon finding Speirs. Melanie eagerly followed Juliet outside. She tried to strike up conversation again, but Juliet remained silent. Her eyes looked straight ahead, and yet, they were unfocused. Melanie gave up trying to talk before they finally reached the river bank, where Dick did in fact stand with Speirs, looking out at the water and the enemy on the other side. Melanie cleared her throat, and both men turned their heads.

As soon as Speirs’ eyes landed on Juliet, the already thin air suddenly became colder and sparser. Melanie cast Dick a sideways glance and saw on his face that he felt it too. The tension was like a dam about to break. Juliet shifted uncomfortably under Speirs’ icy glare.

“Hi, Ron,” she said quietly. “You look - you look good. I know you probably don’t think so, since - well, you know. Not that you were ever terribly concerned about things like that - I mean, that’s not to say you aren’t nice looking - I was just - you know what? I’m gonna stop now. You look well. War suits you.”

Juliet bit her lip, clearly regretting the last remark, but she didn’t try to correct herself again. Speirs did not reply. He only stared at her, his gaze alone seeming to order her away. Melanie stepped closer to Dick, for a shiver had gone up her spine. Beats passed in strained silence.

“I wrote to you,” Juliet went on. “Several letters. Did you -”

“I didn’t read them,” he cut across her. His tone and expression were alarmingly blank.

She swallowed the sting of it. “That’s alright. I understand completely.” He continued to look at her in stony silence so she changed the subject again. “So, you’re a captain, now, are you? That’s nice! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he said hollowly.

“You deserve it,” she said. “Really.”

Speirs did not answer that. He only scowled.

Dick leaned over to whisper in Melanie’s ear. “What is going on?”

“No idea,” she breathed back. “They’ve got some sort of history, but I don’t know what.”

Dick only nodded and looked back at Juliet, who was becoming more and more despondent by the second. He decided to rescue her.

“Did you two need something?” he asked, so the group could hear.

“Juliet was wondering if she could be present at the briefing in order to cover the patrol tonight,” Melanie said, eyes darting between Speirs and Dick.

“No,” Speirs said shortly.

“Please don’t make this personal, Ron,” Juliet sighed. “My editor is really counting on me getting a story out here, and -”

“Well, she fucked up, Jules, she trusted you!” he snapped.

Juliet blinked, taken aback and wounded by the biting reply. Melanie got the distinct feeling Speirs was not talking about the story when it came to a breach of trust. Her mind was swirling with questions now. How did Juliet and Speirs know each other? What had happened to make him hate her so much? And could it be fixed?

Speirs took a deep breath and let it go slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he exhaled. He looked at Juliet again. “Your mother, is she feeling alright?”

“Mhm,” Juliet said with a nod. “Yeah, much better.”

“Good,” he replied.

With that, he walked off. Melanie was completely bewildered. Speirs seemed like he was about ready to spit at Juliet, but then he asked about her mother? It was all so odd and complex. Dick watched Speirs’ disappearing form.

Melanie had a horrifying thought as she watched Speirs depart and Juliet’s expression sink. When two people miscommunicated, and things shifted between them, the relationship could easily come to a devastating and tragic end. Melanie examined the change in her and Dick’s relationship since Terry assaulted her. If she couldn’t find the courage to share with him, would they become like Juliet and Speirs? All hurt feelings and unsaid intentions? What would happen to them if she gave into her fears and didn’t trust him with her heart?

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selene-tempest · 3 years

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I just woke up from a dream and I'm not happy. You know as well as I do that you cannot mix my husband and a social situation, it's not a good thing , it's gonna end in disaster. It did here too.

In my dream I had to leave a social occasion (which I do believe was some kind of vlogger/ film festival) because I had an emergency, and promised to be right back as soon as I could.

Upon returning a few dream hours later darling husband was nowhere to be seen, one darling brother-in-law was trying to fix someone's broken tripod (yes I'm looking at you, Virgil) another was in the middle of an interview (seriously Gordon?) and another was standing off to the side, glaring.

I went over to see why said darling brother-in-law/best friend was glaring and to ask where the darling husband was.

Me: Why are you pissy? And Where's John?

Scott : Shit, you're back!

Me: That's a suspicious greeting right there. Why shouldn't I be back?

Scott : *shiftily * No reason

Me: *narrows eyes* Where's John?

Scott : Why don't we go and get a drink? Cat, shall we get a drink with Sel?

Me: I don't want a drink and I don't trust you. What's going on? Did something happen?

Scott : No…

Me: *hands on hips* Spill it!

Scott : One of his old college buddies is here, they are covering the event for a magazine.

Me: What's the problem with that? *shifty Scott is a thing again* Where is he?

Scott : You don't wanna go ov-

Me: *death stare*

Scott : *wilts and points*

Me: *stomps over to see some blonde hussy in a halter top straining over obviously enhanced jugs, snuggle so close to my man she's practically straddling him and she's taking pictures and selfies, he is doing absolutely nothing about it because this appears to be his college buddy.

Me: *glare goes nuclear as it targets this bleached interloper before I force a sweet smile on my face and turn to darling husband: Hi, can you possibly spare me a moment? *me, sarcastic and passive aggressive? Never!*

Her, the bleached one with the boobs: Do you mind? We're trying to have a private conversation here, neither of us have any time to deal with fans. Honestly, we can't enjoy ourselves anywhere these days.

John: No, it's OK this-

B+B(bleach and boobs) : No, you're off duty, don't let them pressure you into giving them time by making you feel guilty, you don't owe them anything.

Me: I think you're misunderstanding, I'm not looking for a-

B+B: No, you're misunderstanding, can't you see that we're busy and that you need to go away? *drops a possessive, red clawed hand on his shoulder and leans closer.*

John: *clearly stuck between not wanting to offend his friend but also waiting for me to explode and take her down. He gets the one eyebrow raise of impending doom warning* Maddie, its fine, this is-

B+B: *puts a finger to his lips to silence him then glares at me* You're interrupting, go away.

Me: *dream me is apparently a lot more chilled than awake me, because dream me just snaps out* Fine, I guess I'll leave you alone then.

Me: *stomps off* I need a freaking drink!

Cat: *hurries over * Did you kill her? Did you save him?

Me: *glances over at the clinging vine my not-so-darling husband seems to have acquired* Let him perish. I'm getting a drink, are you in or out?

Cat: In! *trots after me*

Me: *is searching out one, very specific drink* ha! Got it. *enters the bar and orders a blue and red mix vodka slushie (I don't even know if this is a thing in the real world but it soooo should be)*

Cat: *is not brave enough to order the same, gets a vodka and diet coke, the wimp*

Me: *gulps down three large slurps on my straw, immediately gets brain freeze, isn't sure if that's preferable really*

Cat: *leaving me to it to scroll on her phone*

Me: *brain slightly defrosted* So, who's the bitch?

Cat: Madeline Carmichael-Parks (dream me makes up the best names apparently) went to college with Penny and John.

Me: *huffs at her stupid name* I don't trust people with two names.

Cat: Creighton-ward?

Me: *scowls* she's on the list of people I'm keeping my eye on (I have no idea what I'm talking about here)

Cat: I won't tell her you said tha- oh…

Me: *instantly suspicious* Oh, what?

Cat: Nothing *tries to hide her phone*

Me: Spill it!

Cat: *sighs and turns her phone to show Instagram and the bleached with boobs trollop snuggled faaarrrr too closely to my never-going-to-be-darling-again husband. The caption reads "My gorgeous date and I are enjoying ourselves at the vloggies" Urge to kill, rising*

Me: Right.

Cat: I'm sure it's nothing, you know it's noth-

Ted flap further down the bar opens, a familiar redhead ducks in, I immediately grab my drink and leave. Not in the mood for this shit apparently. I stomp my way down the street, weaving between festival goers. I have no idea if I left Cat behind, if she's following, if she got caught by said redhead, it's every woman for herself right now.

Random Brunette: Hey, sweetie, you OK?

Me: Yep

Random redhead friend : You don't look it.

Me: I'm fine. I just came back to find my husband being groped by another woman.

Girls gasp: He's cheating on you?!

Me: *snorts and slurps rapidly melting drink* Nah, he'd never do that, and my best friend would never allow it even if he wanted to, which he wouldn't.

Girls: *stunned silence, clearly confused*

Me: *sucks madly on the straw* She was all over him, I was polite, she wasn't. Girl code.

Girls: *both nod, totally understanding*

Me: He didn't stop her, so now I'm pissed at him.

Girls: *nod again*

Me: Then she shared a selfie and called him her date.

Girls: *gasps all round*

Me: It was leave to get a drink or murder, those were my choices.

Girls: *sees empty drink in my hand*

Me: I did not choose death this day. *finds drink empty, knows it's probably not safe to go back for another, pouts mildly for a second before deciding a slice of pizza might be better* Yeah, I'm off, later ladies.

Girls wave goodbye. I continue my stomping towards a pizza stall ( there seems to be a lot of food in this dream, maybe I was hungry).

Arms grab me from behind. I scream. Three dudes turn around to see if I'm OK.

John: *patiently* Stop screaming, Sel.

Me: No. *screams again just to be petulant*

Dude 1: Is this guy bothering you?

Me: Yes, he's my husband and he's an idiot who is trying to be cute and adorable when I'm angry at him.

John: *snigger quietly, which was a bad move.*

Dude 2: Want me to kick his ass?

Me: No, I can do that myself.

John : *clearly rolling his eyes behind my back* Whatever you're thinking happened you know it didn't.

Dude Three: *cracks knuckles*

Me: So I didn't see some blown up Barbie hanging all over you, being rude to me and claiming you as her own?

Dudes: *all wince and suck air through their teeth in sympathy, for who I don't know.*

John: I tried to tell her I was married but she never listens and-

Dude Three: Not helping yourself here, my man.

Dude Two: You don't admit to cheating, that's just stupid.

Me: *suddenly defensive of dumbass husband * Hey! Who said anything about cheating? He'd never do that, I was pissed off that a socialite with the IQ of a bean sprout judged me and dismissed me away from my own husband and this idiot did sod all about it.

John : I was about to, but you always tell me you can fight your own battles and I didn't want to undermine you. *hugs me tighter because he totally knows he's getting away with this. Unfortunately I know it too.*

Me: *smacks at his hand* Go away, I'm mad at you and I'm staying mad.

John : No you're not *kisses my neck*

Me: Yes I am. *promptly forces myself to wake up because I I'm that damned stubborn and I will have the last word *

I woke up to dumbass husband snuggled up to my back, snoring lightly in my ear, all innocent and unaware of just what his dream self was putting me through. How dare he!

So I got out of bed and stole his dressing gown, went to the kitchen and bitched to Virgil about my dream. He was very unsympathetic quite honestly and undeserving of the coffee I made him.

John woke up an hour later but I'm still not talking to him. He has no idea what he's done.

Virgil told him he pissed me off in my dream and John just looked at me with a very judging look in his eyes like I was totally mad.

I'm still waiting for an apology…

#Stupid dream husband #How dare he #how dare he be so cute #Hes not going to get away with this #john tracy #selene tempest #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds fandom

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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28.

What colour is the photo frame closest to you? Gold!

Are your pets asleep right now, if you have any? She was but she just got up to go get water I think.

Would you have any idea what your parents are doing right now? They just went to my cousin’s wedding so I think they’re on their way home now.

How many windows (roughly) does your house have? 16 I think?

Do you have a good relationship with your cousins? When I was younger we were all close but they’re all either insane or bigoted as hell so I have no real desire to keep a relationship with any of them.

What was the last kids movie you saw? We watched Wish Dragon the other day but it was really cute!

Do you know anyone who was born in Africa? Yes! A few guys on my husband’s crew are from Africa.

Have you ever been to an internet cafe? At this day in age, aren’t all cafes internet cafes?

Are there any upcoming events for you to look forward to? We’re going on a lil road trip soon and I’m pretty pumped for that.

Has the year gone quickly for you so far? This year has flown, man.

How many siblings does your significant other have? 4 but one committed suicide a few years ago and I’m honestly not convinced he doesn’t have any other siblings he doesn’t know about. His dad is a bit of a slut.

Are you one of those people who can drink vodka straight? I can, I don’t want to tho.

Have you ever done three or more shots in a row? Yes.

Do you share a middle name with any of your friends? With my mom.

What was the last movie you saw in theatres? Dracula.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? Ummm...over 10 but under 20. Somewhere in there.

When was the last time you showered? The day before yesterday.

Do you know the name of the pharmacist at your local drug store? I do not, haha.

What was the first cellphone you had and how old were you when you got it? Oh lord. It was a pink Samsung flip phone and I think I was in the 8th grade.

Do you use public transport in your town or city? Newp.

Have your parents ever worked in a factory? My dad worked at a pig plant when I was younger if that counts.

Do you have several best friends? A few!

How many lights are in the room you're in? One overhead light and two lamps.

Is there a Hard Rock Cafe in your town or city? Newp.

Do you eat fast food more than once a week? Definitely.

What flavour is your toothpaste? Mint?

Have you ever shared a shower or bath with someone as an adult? I raaaarely shower alone lol.

When was the last time you had a bubble bath? A few months ago.

Are you sleepy right now? Not really!

How big is your backyard? We don’t have one!

Do you know anyone with Tourette's Syndrome? Not personally, no!

What time does your alarm wake you up in the morning? Beebs is my alarm and it’s usually 9:30-9:45.

What was the last zoo you visited? Our tiny little local one.

Do you like crime films and tv shows? Depends on the show but they’re certainly not my favorite.

When you shop, do you take a basket or a cart (trolley)? Depends on how much stuff I need!

Have you ever tasted milk straight from the cow? Yes! My aunt and uncle have cows and I used to milk them when I visited. It was actually pretty fun. The milk has a very...interesting odor when its fresh tho.

What's your favourite sleeping position? On my tummy with my leg up haha.

What colour is the bra you're wearing? As if I’d be wearing a bra while being at home lol. I barely put one on to go out.

Have you ever seen A Clockwork Orange? I haven’t, actually!

Are you bitter about anything? Definitely.

Do you like to make games out of chores to make them more enjoyable? I do!

How many letters are in your best friend's surname? 6, 7, 5, and 5.

Is there anything in your possession that probably shouldn't be? Newp.

What is your favourite flavour of yoghurt? Strawberry or vanilla.

What was the first online account you remember having? Oh god...either Neopets or Whyville.

Do you listen to music to fall asleep? Nope.

Where did you go last time you left your town or city? A different city to go thrifting.

Do you use emojis? Definitely. I don’t feel like I can properly express my emotions without them.

Have you ever wanted to be a lawyer? I can’t argue without crying so I don’t exactly think I would be the best at that.

What percentage of battery does your phone currently have? 86%

What was the last type of soda you drank? A coke slushie, if that counts!

How far away from your house is your favourite place to shop for clothes? Couple miles!

Do you have supplies handy right now to draw something if I told you to? Not on me at this exact moment in time but I have them in the house.

Have you ever been married? Yup!

What does your deodorant smell like? Cocoa butter, apparently.

Is your bedroom more messy or clean at the moment? Not messy but the bed is unmade and there are some clothes on the floor.

Do you use Twitter? I don’t really post anything, I just watch what other people are doing sometimes.

Are you any good at baking cakes and cookies from scratch? I’m a great baker, yeah!

Is there a floor lamp in your bedroom? Newp.

What does most of your weekly or fortnightly income go towards? I section it out into whatever bills we have coming out, savings, groceries, gas, and then a portion that we both get to spend on whatever we want.

Do you have any hidden piercings? (this includes bellybuttons) Nope, they’re all pretty visible!

What month is your birthday? January.

What can you hear right now? I’m listening to the Bo Burnham Inside soundtrack.

#survey

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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“You need to be careful” and “why didn’t you just call me” with detective cutie pants :)

Oh, how I wish calling Detective Cutie Pants was an option if I were in need of rescue. Fluffy fluff for you, love 💕

* * * * *

Baxter was right.

You hated it when he was right—which was, unfortunately, most of the time.

As you sat in your car waiting for AAA to save you by extracting you from the dastardly snowbank you found yourself in, you had time to reflect on what your husband had reminded you of before you left the house.

“It’s supposed to get icy this afternoon. You need to be careful if you go out, but I really think you should stay home. Christmas shopping can wait.”

“It’s December 23rd. I don’t think it can wait.”

“And who waited until the last minute to finish their shopping this year?”

“You can wipe that smug look right off your face, officer.”

Baxter couldn’t stop grinning even after he tried to act wounded that you demoted him.

“Officer? What a blow to my ego, sweetheart,” he said as he clasped his hands to his chest with a dramatic flourish.

“Humph,” you muttered, ignoring his behavior, mad at yourself for procrastinating and mad at your husband for teasing you about it.

“I gotta go—can I have a kiss?”

“No,” you said crossing your arms and scowling.

“Alright, but if I die, you’re going to feel awfully bad,” he said in a sing-song voice that did not at all match the seriousness of the words that came out of his mouth.

You sighed, and walked over to Baxter, adjusting his coat since he missed the first button, which did make you half-smile. You swore he’d leave the house with his pants on backwards if you didn’t give him a once over in the morning, especially when he was working on a case. His mind was always puzzling something out and getting dressed was much more inconsequential than solving a crime.

“Hey—I love you, Y/N.”

Your smile extended into a full grin at the heartfelt way he told you he loved you; there was never any doubt in your mind that Baxter believed you hung the moon.

Your eyes locked onto his for a breath before you leaned into him and kissed him, really kissed him. His hands dipped down to grasp your ass and pull you tighter into his body as your tongue twined with his. You could feel yourself flush, and you knew you had to end the kiss or he wouldn’t make it to work on time.

“I love you, too,” you said as you pulled your lips away from his.

He shook his head and shook off the desire that had started to take hold of his body, clearing his mind.

“You may be a grumpy little thing, but damn, babe. You know how to kiss a guy so he comes back to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“As if there is ever any doubt about who your cute ass belongs to.”

Baxter laughed and turned to leave, reminding you once more to be careful if you did end up going shopping.

Of course, as soon as he left, you did, too. It was never your intention to stay at home and shopping had gone well—until the ice started falling and the already slushy roads refroze. And if it weren’t for the knucklehead in front of you who kept slamming on his breaks, you would’ve made it back to the house unscathed.

The damage to your car was minimal, perfectly drivable, but AAA insisted on a tow home. Better they took you home than risked an insurance claim if they let you drive and the damage got worse.

You watched the clock on the dash of the tow truck nervously. If Baxter was ten minutes early getting home, you would be caught. But if he were ten minutes late, you’d have just enough time to park in the garage, effectively hiding the damaged passenger side bumper from Baxter’s line of view when he pulled his SUV into the garage.

But fuckall if you were that lucky because just as the tow truck turned into the drive, your husband pulled in right behind you.

“Are you in need of a girlfriend or a wife for the holidays?” you joked to the driver.

He chuckled, “I told my wife the same thing I bet your husband told you—stay home today.”

“Men,” you said with a light laugh that was immediately cut off by Baxter damn near ripping the door of the tow truck off its hinges.

“Bax—”

“Baby are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Why didn’t you just call me?”

You had it set in your mind to continue this whole event with your grumpy attitude, but the worry that was etched into the lines around Baxter’s mouth and eyes made you swallow your pride.

“I’m fine, Bax. Just a little ding in the front fender because I had to avoid someone who has never seen winter before. You sure you don’t want to move back to LA?”

Baxter didn’t answer you; he just pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your temple.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispered into your hair before moving to help the tow truck driver unload your car.

Once your car was parked and you and Baxter were inside shaking the droplets of water and ice off your coats and out of your hair, he pulled you over to the sofa and made you sit down. He insisted on getting you some hot tea, your protests falling on deaf ears.

You gave up fighting him and pulled the warm blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and snuggled in, listening as your sweet husband brought the kettle to a boil.

He returned soon and handed you the steaming mug before carefully settling in next to you. He put his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re okay. I’ve seen so much shit, Y/N. Flashing lights in my own driveway send me into a panic. Nothing can ever happen to you—okay?”

“Okay,” you said, turning your nose into his neck and inhaling the masculine scent of his aftershave, thinking about just how lucky you were, not only to have avoided a major accident, but to have fallen in love with the best man in the world.

#Angst/Fluff Prompts #SO FLUFF #detective cutie pants #detective cutie pants x reader #rami malek #rami malek character

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nevermindthewind · 5 years

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of pancakes and slushies

EDIT: forgot to mention that this was requested by a lovely anon who asked if i could write jake and amy taking their kiddo to target like the fumeros in david and melissa’s insta stories the other day. enjoy!

In many ways, Zoey Peralta is just like her father; she’s got his crazy curls, his passionate love for gummy candy and his uncanny ability to make Amy laugh at all hours of the day. Some days Amy wonders if she ended up spending nine months growing and then producing a female version of her husband because despite the fact that Zoey’s eyes are the same shape and color as her own, everything else about her allllllll Peralta.

Other days Zoey will ask to help with organizing the bathroom or glare at Jake when he uses the wrong voice while reading bedtime stories. Or, Amy’s personal favorite, she’ll declare her favorite Paw Patrol pup is Chase because “He’s a pweece officer like Mommy!” and then spend the afternoon pretending to arrest every object in the house. On days like those, Amy can totally, one hundred percent see herself in her two and a half year old and it makes her heart sing.

There are some instances though, where it is crystalline clear Zoey Peralta is a combination of both her parents.

This is, perhaps, never more true than when their little family decides to go on a Target run on Jake and Amy’s shared day off.

Jake is already getting breakfast started when Amy enters the kitchen with a sleepy Zoey clinging to her like a koala. Zoey’s curls are fanned across Amy’s chest, making her face barely visible to the untrained eye. He can’t help but smile as his two favorite girls slowly make their way towards the table, Amy trying as hard as she can to sit without jostling Zoey too much.

“Good morning, ladies,” he says brightly. “How are we doing on this fine Monday?”

The only response he gets is a low grunt coming from the curly haired mass still attached to Amy’s chest. Amy and Jake immediately lock eyes and try not to laugh. Zoey is not a morning person.

“Someone wasn’t ready to get up this morning,” Amy nods towards Zoey, attempting to smooth her curls away from her face. She plants a quick kiss on Zoey’s forehead. “Were you, baby?”

Zoey shakes her head against Amy’s chest. “Uh-uh.”

“I don’t blame ya, Zo-zo,” Jake says as he flips his current batch of pancakes. “Daddy likes sleep, too.”

“Yep. No one in this house has trouble sleeping anymore, do we?” Amy asks, nuzzling Zoey’s head with her cheek. In a few hours Zoey will be constantly on the move, but right now she’s so still and so affectionate it makes Amy’s heart ache. She’ll take all the cuddles she can get.

“No we don’t,” Jake agrees. He plops the pancakes on to the nearest plate before grinning over his shoulder. “But you know what’s better than sleep? PANCAKES!”

Amy feels Zoey begin to stir. Sure enough a tiny hand comes up to swipe hair out of its owner’s face. “With chocolate chips?” Zoey asks, a note of curiosity in her tired voice.

Jake scoffs. “But of course! Only the finest for my offspring.”

“Whatya think of that, Zo?” Amy bounces Zoey on her leg with a gentle smile. “Pancakes sound yummy, huh? And then, after we eat you know what we’re gonna do?”

Zoey shakes her head, a bit more interested.

Amy grins up at Jake before leaning down and faux-whispering in her daughter’s ear. “We’re gonna go to TARGET.”

The effect is instantaneous. Zoey’s eyes snap open, her head jolting off of Amy’s shoulder as her eyes flick from Amy to Jake and back again. “Really?!”

“Yes really,” Amy says with a nod. “I have a whole list of things to get and I need your help. You think you can help me?”

“Mmhm. Can we go to the one with es-kators!?” Zoey asks hopefully.

“Well of course,” Jake says, bringing over a plate of cut up pancakes for Zoey and two plates of non-cut pancakes for Amy and himself. He takes a seat across from Amy and Zoey and dives in. “Only the coolest Targets have escalators.”

“True that,” Amy says with a smirk. “So let’s eat and get dressed and then we can go, deal?”

Zoey scrambles off Amy’s lap and into her own chair before giving her parents a toothy grin. “Deal.”

Jake and Amy have been on their fair share of errands together in the seven years since they’ve been together, and while it isn’t perfect, they have ultimately created a system. Amy makes a list of all the things they needed, color-coded and categorized by department, and Jake without fail convinces her to buy a minimum of ten extra things they definitely did not need.

Zoey somehow does both. As soon as they park their car and make their way through the familiar red doors Zoey is badgering her mom about the list.

“Did you use colors, Mommy?” she asks as she slips her hand into Amy’s.

“Of course,” Amy says proudly, pulling out the piece of paper and showing it to Zoey. “What colors do you see?”

“Pink and yellow and green and blue!” Zoey says as she points to each one.

“Good job, baby!” Amy squeezes her daughter’s hand as Jake grabs a cart.

As they make their way into the store they inevitably have to pass the Starbucks and Target’s version of a cafe. Zoey grins up at her dad. “Slushies?”

Jake grins back and winks at Zoey before looking up at Amy. “Yeah Mommy, can we get slushies?”

“Oh my god,” Amy huffs, rolling her eyes. “You guys just had pancakes.”

“Yeah, two hours ago!” Jake points out. “We need more energy to keep us going, don’t we Bug?”

“Mmhm,” Zoey nods. Amy knows she shouldn’t give in, that if there is anything her daughter doesn’t need more, of it’s processed sugar. It doesn’t matter though because now Zoey and Jake are giving her matching puppy dog eyes. God, she’s such a goner.

“Fine,” Amy groans.

“YES! High five me, Zo.” Jake holds his hand out, which Zoey promptly tries to slap, tries being the key words. She gets it on the third try.

“But small ones! And you,” Amy jabs her finger into Jake’s chest, “Have to deal with the inevitable sugar rush and subsequent meltdown.”

“Deal.” Jake lifts Zoey up and the two of them race over to the counter. Any frustration Amy felt melts away as she watches her two favorite people hem and haw over their slushie choices. They’re both way too cute for her to be mad for too long.

A few minutes later Jake and Zoey return to Amy and the cart, both with giant smiles as they take their first sips of sugary slushie goodness.

“Ready to shop, sugar monsters?” Amy asks with an exasperated smile.

“Ready!” says Zoey, her teeth already blue from the slushie. Jake just nods, his mouth full.

Out comes the list and Amy’s favorite travel pen. “Alright, let’s do this.”

And so they make their way into the store, Jake pushing the cart while Amy and Zoey find the various items on their list. They make it through the pink section, aka hygiene and healthcare, pretty quickly, aka what Zoey deems the most boring part of the list. Amy does let her pick out her favorite band-aids, though. She goes with Ninja Turtle; Jake’s equally excited as she is about that purchase.

They’re just about to begin on their grocery list when Zoey announces she wants to ride in the cart.

“You sure, Bug?” Jake asks. “If you get in the cart you can’t help Mommy pick things out.”

“I wanna ride,” Zoey repeats. Jake and Amy shrug at each other before Amy goes to lift Zoey up and into the front part of the cart. Just before she sets her down Zoey lets out a very loud “NO!”

Amy freezes, suspending Zoey in midair. “But you said you wanted to ride?”

Zoey fervently shakes her head. “Not there!”

“Then where?” Confusion spreads over Amy’s face as Zoey points to the ground. “Zoey, baby I don’t understand.”

“Down!” Zoey says, again gesturing towards the floor. Amy sighs before doing as her tiny tyrant says and setting her back on the ground. As soon as her feet hit the ground Zoey moves towards the cart, making both Amy and Jake think she wants back in. Of course. But then, rather than try to climb up to the seat like a normal child, Zoey starts to crawl onto the little platform underneath the main compartment. “I sit here!”

All Amy and Jake can do is laugh at their daughter’s sheer determination as she tries to get herself onto the cart. Of course their kid is too cool for the actual seat and needs a whole platform to herself.

“But Zo, I think you’re too tall to sit there,” Amy explains. Zoey furrows her eyebrows and assesses the whole cart situation for a moment before her eyes light up.

“I lay down!” she exclaims before moving to the front of the cart and essentially army crawling onto the cart. She positions herself so her head is looking out to the store, her chin propped up on her hands.

“Well, you can’t say she’s not a problem solver,” Jake says to Amy, who’s just staring at her daughter with a mix of amazement and confusion. Amy snorts before looking up at him.

“Is this safe?” she asks.

Jake shrugs. “As long as she keeps her hands in, I feel like she’s fine. Better let her sit there than deal with a tantrum.”

“True.” Amy crouches down to be face to face with her daughter. “Okay Zoey, you can ride here. But you need to keep your hands inside the cart. No touching the ground or the wheels, okay? And no trying to get off while the cart is moving. Can you do that?”

Zoey nods, smiling so bright her eyes seem to sparkle. “I keep my hands here.” She taps her cheeks with her hands.

Amy smiles as she plants a kiss on Zoey’s head. “That’s perfect.”

She stands back up and shakes her head at Jake, who’s back behind the cart.

“Our kid is so weird,” she mouths at him. He laughs.

“I know,” he mouths back. Clearing his throat, Jake checks to see Zoey’s hands are, in fact, inside the cart. “Alright Zo, you ready for take-off?”

“Ready!” Zoey calls from her perch.

“Alright then,” says Jake. He dramatically grips the handle. “Here we goooooo!”

As soon as they start moving the cutest, purest giggle bursts from the bottom of the cart. Jake and Amy both can’t help but join in with their daughter, her laughter music to their ears. Jake was right; this is much, much better than a tantrum.

Amy leans down to see Zoey’s sweet little smile. “Having fun, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy!” Zoey giggles. “I flying!”

Zoey, being an avid rule follower like her mom keeps her hands inside the cart the whole time and never moves an inch, clearly mesmerized by her new position at the bottom of the cart. From her perch she cries out orders to her parents, calling for Jake to go faster and asking Amy if they can get gummy bears or Paw Patrol pencils. By the time they reach the counter they’ve found everything on Amy’s list, plus only five extra items Jake and Zoey convinced Amy they needed.

As Amy unloads their things onto the counter Zoey finally removes herself from the cart. The windswept smile on her face just about killed Amy right on the spot. How is their daughter so stinking cute?!

“This was the best day EVER,” Zoey announces.

For the thousandth time that day, Amy and Jake can’t help but grin at each other.

Amy rests her head on Jake’s shoulder. “I could say something really cheesy, like every day as her mom is the best day ever...”

Jake kisses the crown of her head. “And you would be 100% correct.”

#the drabble that got out of hand #i wrote this hella fast so sorry for any mistakes!!!#peraltiago fic #jake x amy #my writing

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dehvilsgf-blog · 5 years

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omg im late again r we surprised ??? absolutely not but yeehaw it’s baby again here’s my tiny angry lil gf who deserves better !!!! plot w/ me or i’ll bully u until u do !!! pls read all the trigger warnings bc this one is rlly wild & violent & sad

( song yuqi, cisfemale, she/her, 20. ) — FAYE HUANG, better known to the media as SIREN has been working for the yōkai for around TWO YEARS. rumor has it, she can be ENDEARING & DEVOTED but also CUTTHROAT & BRATTY which is why she makes the perfect CROWD CONTROL. ( baby, she/her, 19, mst. )

trigger warnings: death, implied murder, implied sexual assault (with an age difference), drugs, cheating, violence, blood, daddy & mommy issues

BACKSTORY.

faye was born into a nuclear family esque situation. a dad, a mom, a brother, a dog & herself. her dad was ceo of an entertainment company & was the product of a rags to riches coming to america story. her mom was yr typical xanax addicted trophy wife who was never sober to avoid smelling other women’s perfume on her husband.

her brother and her dog were the only “normal” people in her life. she loved her older brother more than anything else in the world. he was the only person who saw faye as a human being instead of daddy’s little trophy daughter.

she was expected to be the best at absolutely everything. her grades were perfect, she can play several instruments and speak multiple languages fluently. she’s excellent at small talk and sitting still and looking pretty instead of being heard. she was captain of her cheer team and president of the student body in high school. she was srsly pitch perfect in every way imaginable.

her dad cheating on his wife and being verbally abusive and emotionally dismissive of his daughter was hollywood’s worst kept secret. everyone knew what went on behind closed doors but nobody said anything.

tw sexual assault most of her dad’s clients took an inappropriate interest in her and her older brother was quick to catch onto this after an unfortunate experience at a party where a barely sober faye was being taken advantage of.

after bating the living shit out of that guy, faye’s brother taught her basic self defense. and it was a great outlet for her. she had so many years of acting perfect and pretty and hiding behind a mask that it felt good to be assertive and have control over Some aspects of her life

her brother was her best friend and the only person she loved and trusted wholeheartedly which is why his death took such a hard toll on her

one night her father had been absolutely shitfaced and was ripping faye a new one. he couldn’t stop yelling about how a daughter was his greatest disgrace and how her everything would never be enough to appease him

so she took off in the middle of the night and her brother was right on her tail because he was terrified if something bad happened to her esp after what happened last time he left her alone.

they had run into a trio of men who were sleazy and armed and one punch led to another led to a gun being shot in the middle of the chaos. which led to anguished cries for help, shaky hands dialing 911, an ambulance arriving seconds too late, blood stained clothes, and little faye all alone again.

instead of grieving like normal parents, her father turned it into a media frenzy. politicians turned it into a campaign. money was made by dragging a dead boy and parading him around like a fucked up jackpot of sorts.

faye went on a vigilante quest of sorts and “handled” the trio that took away her only source of happiness. it’s what earned her a reputation via the crime related world. so pretty, so violent.

omg thats all i have i had to write a paper like 2 minutes ago

PERSONALITY.

loyal 2 the point where she will die for the ppl she cares abt

she has this like ,,,, fucked up complex where she feels like she has 2 listen 2 older men bc of her dad ,,, its not hard to make her submissive and manipulate her bc shes kind of been conditioned 4 it

so good at faking interest and acting pretty

smart but plays dumb a lot fhakjhfkj she’s every fucked up female habit ever

HEADCANNONS.

has an obsession w/ slushies

jst bought a pet bunny & hasnt named it yet but she spoils it sm

has money 2 burn omg she spends it like crazy her bunny has like ,,,, a gucci custom made bed

dresses up 4 everything omg wont leave her room unless shes wearing smthn cute

has beat almost everyone at yokai @ arm wrestling

fights smart, not strong

cute but creepy but pretty but so Mordbi we unstan

cries when she breaks acrylics or rips clothes while fighting and will kill u if u pick on her for it

did i mention shes small omg

everyones sugar mommy she has So Much money she’ll buy u wtever u want

a Brat

#heists:intro #if u r uncomfy w/ any of the triggers i can give u a like #sparksnote holy edition of the story

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🖊 + all do it coward

Yelling about my OCs // ACCEPTINGRabbit, you are a fool and so am I. I’m just gonna, like… give a headcanon per OC on this blog under the cut.

Achilles - His semblance is called Disconsolate. It makes others able fully feel what he is feeling, from absolute sorrow, blind rage, to pure joy, right down to the last ounce of pain he gets from a paper cut. It can take over other people’s rational thinking processes and make them react as he would, which is often never good (and leads to his death).

Alexus - She doesn’t have any real senses, even if she says its a simulated thing, she has none. She’s a cpu program! HOWEVER, she can still smell charred flesh from when her girlfriend shocked & burned to death. It’s burned into her mind even though her mind can no longer comprehend what a sense is.

Artharrachadh - Doesn’t actually like 7/11 or gas stations, they just give off the vibe he strives for in life. The mystery, the scandals, the robberies. It’s so out in the middle of nowhere that its perfect. Although, thanks to 7/11 he developed an addiction to slushies. Cherry/blue raspberry, for our god of liminal spaces, baby!!

Cas - Her powers have limits. Without her power retaining equipment (essentially, a choker, two bracelets, and two ankles), she would have ripped herself into shreds after a few usages of her powers. Her speed could send her cells into different dimensions, her ‘pyrokinesis’ could set herself on fire since she is not impervious to fire, and if she uses her luck too much, karma returns the favor with brain bleeds.

Cephriel - As angelic as they are, they are more monstrous and demonic than they’d like to admit. They eat sinners alive for nourishment, but it is all for the holy conquest. Plus, the more souls they consume, the stronger they get. The stronger they get, the quicker they can accomplish the holy conquest.

Dolores - She really wanted to get back in touch with her son but she could never find him. She went back to LA looking for him only to find that he’d been adopted and shipped off to Germany. She felt so, so horrible. It’s her fault that he was sent off to a totally abusive household and she lives with that guilt so, so horribly.

Dominique - Has never once acted like a true criminal, more like a robin hood type figure. He doesn’t kill, he doesn’t hurt, he doesn’t do anything like that, the worst he does is steal from the rich and give to the poor. Either through charity donations or through mysterious wads of cash showing up at people’s houses. However, since he steals from the rich and not the poor, that makes him evil for the media.

Eirian - Has never been one for conflict. Avoided school drama all throughout high school (minus his tiff with Lizzie which was created by him being an idiot). Now he’s running from town to town with an eldritch being chasing after him with so many guns in the back seat of his truck its almost fucking criminal. He’s learned, so, so much combat things that it scares him. He’s practically a weapon himself.

Erik - Has the hardest time keeping the ‘we’re all monsters or demons’ secret a secret out of all of Clearfall’s citizens, and he’s the one that made the whole thing happen. Lucky for him, Corey Booker, the human reporter, is kinda dense. Unlucky for Erik, he thinks that Corey is hot shit and would gladly sell him his soul to stay in Clearfall. But, for Corey to stay in Clearfall, he’d have to be turned into either a werewolf or a vampire but he doesn’t want to do that because Erik’s both a wimp and doesn’t wanna hurt

Eva-Marie - In Hell, everyone wears the sign of how their died. People shot have their bullet wounds, knife wounds, the blood loss makes you incredibly lethargic and cold, sickness makes you permanently sick and tired, burning makes you always feel like you’re on fire, and maybe you are! But Eva-Marie doesn’t show signs of her death, or at least, not if you’re not paying attention. She has perfect posture and never lowers her head, the thick choker on her neck is blood red, sometimes she starts choking and coughing up blood. She was killed via beheading, and she takes perfect care to make sure that her head never falls off.

Fane - Has extreme commitment and attachment issues because of how many loved ones he has lost. He couldn’t save… anyone. When one of his last surviving relatives, his great great great great hella fucking great nephew, Lucas, died, he was there. Fane was teaching him how to drive and they got in an accident because Lucas couldn’t take his fucking foot off the gas because he was scared shitless and they got whacked by a semi and Fane has never, ever forgiven himself for that. Or any other of the deaths.

Florian - Is destined to become fully evil, and will thrive in that evil. He was never meant to be a florist, to live and survive off of cuddles on couches and cheap pays for a good job well done. At the end of the day, he has a strong sadistic streak that was never fulfilled as a child. Florian is all smiles and no substance on the inside, and was going to kill himself if he ever had to live another second in that flower shop doing nothing, that’s what the explosion was, an attempt to end it. Now? He’s soft and sweet on the outside as a cover, and on the inside, he’s ready to seduce your husband and blow up your house.

Fritz - Doesn’t need to sleep and doesn’t sleep. You see, on his home planet, people move so fast that sleeping was essentially something of a social death sentence. Entire empires would rise and fall while one of them was asleep, your wife could start another family and leave you behind because you would be out cold for another millennia. SO! To bypass that, they engineered a serum that would alter their chemical makeup so they’d be constantly producing energy to replace sleep.

Henri - Does not miss being a royal. She knows that the second she gets back, she’ll be forced into an arranged marriage with a guy who a) she will never love because she is a lesbian to every degree and b) she hates anyway, the guy’s a fuckin’ douchebag to every degree. She just wants to stay in NYC with the punk rock and the grunge and the Crownweaver gig with her punk gf, Dex, and never look back.

Jack - Used to be a Team Spectre Admin. Dated Salem for years, was there when the whole team got launched under Salem’s reign. They were really, really into the whole thing too, believed that the world would be better if they could just wipe everyone’s memory clean and start over with the same people, but have everyone listen to a group ‘concerned about their health, their sanity and their well-being’. Eventually realized that it was all bullshit, all of it, shit, bullshit, and that Salem? Asshole! Shit boyfriend, shit person, shit… just shit. Left, went legit, went good.

Julia - Knows everything about you. She has no clairvoyance or telepathy or omniscience or anything like that, but she knows everything about you. She has connections, her connections have connections, she’s met practically everyone in town and if she doesn’t know everything about you when you first meet? You can be sure that she’s going to hunt down someone who at least knows something. She’s incredibly well informed, scarily well informed, and also good at social cues.

Kennedy - Killed a man in university. It was her first kill and by far, her favorite. The rush she felt, the understanding of why people murder for fun, it made her understand. She had a knife on hand, took it out of the restaurant she was eating at just beforehand and completely forgot about it, but she was glad she had it. She gutted him, top of the chest all the way down to the lower stomach, and she hanged him from a fire escape by his own intestines. He was coming onto her and she was not about that life, rest in peace, fucker.

Klaus-Michael - Has a really hard time hiding his job from his father, aka the Spider-Gold job. Yes, his father is in Germany and Klaus-Michael himself is in NYC, however, it is a requirement between the two that they have a video call once a week. He comes home after fighting off an army of bad guys with so many bruises and so many cuts and dings and busted lips and broken bones and casts and oxygen tanks that his dad should be suspicious, especially since his dad is a genius. But, Klaus-Michael always seems to have some sort of excuse tucked up his sleeve.

Liz - Finds Atlantis. She does! With help, she arrives, and, unlike the dis.ney movie, there is no one alive. Skeletons line the streets of the drowned city, the location is crumbling, and she is horrified. The haunted location gives her the creeps the second she is in there, and for good reason, because something is watching her. Not something living, but machinery, and once it catches up to her, it brands her on her side for the rest of her life. A marking, a warning.

Lizzie - Has slight celestial heritage. Didn’t think Arhkangelskaya was chosen as her last name for a reason? It was! While she doesn’t have archangel blood per say, she has guardian angel blood, and that’s what brings her back (her ghost back) from the dead to look after Eirian’s dumb fucking ass. The guardian angel blood comes from her great grandfather who was her great grandmother’s guardian angel, ever since then, the arhkangelskayas have returned as ghosts to the person they feel needs the most help.

Lori - Is destined to die at the age of twelve. In a way, she feels invincible because who in their right mind would kill a child? She thinks, that, because she’s so young, nobody is gonna raise a finger against her when she walks in to kill them, because she thinks that they don’t think that she’s going to kill them! And then, one day, she realizes that everyone is an assassin and assassins don’t have rules, assassins just want money. And, on that day, that is when she dies.

Lukas - Is not out for anyone but himself and his town. If you die, and it’s his fault, it’s not on his conscience. He’s not here to fix your problems, even though he fixes way too many of them anyway, he’s here to get the money and go. He’s here to get enough cash to either buy enough medicine to last him and his hometown years and years and years, essentially ridding them of their poisoning, or, he is going to use that money to entice scientists to search for a cure. He’s tired of having slag course through his veins, it hurts, more than he likes to admit.

Lux - Is not impervious to fire. If she emits it from her body, she only does so from her hands for this reason, she’s not some hum.an tor.ch lookin’ chick, she’s completely human to every regard and her powers are created by machines. She can use her powers of vibrating molecules to a frequency on objects that she is not holding that are within close range, but she can also ‘set the air on fire’ (more like oxidation). She doesn’t realise this, but its how she makes her fireballs. The palms of her hands are incredibly scarred.

Madeleine - Killed a man in self defense and nobody will ever, ever know about it. Or, at least, she hopes so. She doesn’t want anybody to find out about it, because she knows that she’d be sent to jail. Sure, it started out as self defense when the main pulled out a gun at her at semi-close range in an alley way after a case where she sent a criminal away for life and she stabbed him through the heart with her rapier. It was when she took the gun and the sword and started going overkill with panic that it became less about self defense and more like making sure that that guy would never come back. She got an old friend with connections to clean the scene.

Marque - Isn’t trying to provide chaos to provide the world with equal opportunity to rise from the ashes and anarchy as a new, better evolved race, he’s doing it so he can control Giratina and take over the Reverse World. If he takes control of the pokemon, then he is also, by default, the master of the Reverse World. If he allows other to live within the other dimension, he will become their leader by default. And, by causing chaos in Kalos, Sinnoh and the other regions, he will have more and more people wanting to move into the Reverse, gaining more and more subjects and more and more power.

Matthew - Will not be able to survive if he ever leaves the Entity’s realms. His body is emaciated beyond what should be humanly possible (not like the hag is, more like he’s 6′4″ and 90lbs) and he’s surviving based on the Entity alone. His blood is complete and utter drugs at this point and he’s fragile. He’s skeletal, but in the same way that b.ane works, the drugs kind of give him a boost? They give him the strength to keep moving, but he will die if all of them ever get out because he was only a little better than this before he got into the realms.

Myles - Is suffering from unknown internal damage thanks to the facial scar that he is unaware of. The deal with this is, the scar pushed the outer layer of metal inward and, while it hasn’t damaged any of his inner workings yet, if anything happens to his face… welp! A good hit to the cheek, falling head first, anything like that will push the sharp metal further inward and damage his internal wiring. This could potentially be fatal depending on how hard the hit is, or how many times he gets hit. He is very stunned after a good head injury.

Ollie - Is a little hypocrite His whole episode is about the importance of not doing drugs, but in itself, the episode really leans towards how ‘some drugs are good’. Big companies will gladly sponsor a tv show into corrupting the minds of children to think that certain drugs are alright to take by hiding information about them, just like the tobacco industry in the past with cigarettes. Ollie, the pill bottle filled with prescription drugs, may say that some are bad, but he himself offers the pills he contains to the members of the show, getting them addicted, like a fucking hypocrite.

Richard - Wants to move onto news reporting on television, but is held back by Thomas. Their personalities are incredibly similar thanks to the method of their creation, but Richard’s has always been a little bit louder and more personable and much, much more suited for news reporting. He’s always taken to celebrity incidents more, so he’d be suited for something like…. eta.lk or en.tertainment toni.ght. Plus, wouldn’t it be fun to report a death on tv that you caused?

Salem - Does not understand that he is in the wrong. Like, you know how some villains understand that to do some good things, you need to break a few eggs? And they deal with that guilt?? LIke uh, shit, like Negan had guilt on cheating on his wife and all that, like they can realize that they’ve done bad shit? Salem is so insecure that he projects all guilt and anger and anything wrong onto other people. World falling apart? People losing their families to memory loss? Not his fault, all yours.

Shae - Never wanted to be the hero. She’s watched too many superhero movies to see how it all turns out. Metr.oman? From Meg.amind? Yeah, she doesn’t wanna turn out like that, but she knows that she’ll burnout from all the people saving and all the heroics and that one day she might just have to kill her best friend so as sunshine-y as she is she’s always dealing with this black cloud that hangs over her head and heart and it hurts her that the world is always so in danger and she can only do so much. She wants to have a break.

Sinclair - Has never lived for himself. He only ever helps others. When Jack disappeared, he took it upon himself to defeat the Team Spectre residing within the League. He took over so that people could still experience the League even though he didn’t actually technically become the champion. After all that happens, he leaves to go help others because he has nothing else to live for, he doesn’t know what to do but help. Even as a child, he poured himself into others rather than building himself up.

The Boys - Used to travel the world to sate their hunger before fully settling in their new home, a now dead, formerly economically booming, rural town that still sees some people coming in. When they travelled, they were not known as the boys, more as The Figure, as they did not hivemind as much. It is only thanks to their new setting where they take place in the high school like to eat teenagers that they hivemind as seven different boys (the most they can manage with having separate personalities and appearances while still being connected).

Thomas - Once tried to have a family outside out of Richard without Richard knowing to see what it was like. They aren’t connected other than their purpose, so they share no hivemind, just basic personality. He soon realised that a family would not be for someone like him, as they would always die before him, leading him to fake his death so it’d make human sense. He lost track of where his descendants are now, however, he doesn’t care because he’s dependant on Richard.

Virgil - In Agents of Mayhem, Virgil becomes M. Squelette, the title gained when becoming the leader of the Ivory Skeletons. Either way, his Saints Row verse, he still was a member of that gang, but he left the gang life there to move to Stilwater and then got rescooped into it. He has a lot of Saints ink, the fleur de lis and all that shit, one on his neck, y’know. However, he has a piece of Skeletons ink that he refuses to blot out because its… really nice. Like the tattoo artist obviously worked really hard on it and as loyal as he is to the Saints, he also has a large respect for the arts so there is no way in hell he’ll blot out something so nice looking. Besides, he can just pass it off as something he got when he was drunk considering that he never talks about his time as a Skeleton to anyone.

Woodland - Learned how to ‘speak English’ thanks to the dying screams of the people she killed and ate alive. Some people would try and bargain with her, others would just string together a stream of ‘shit’s and ‘no’s. Of course, this doesn’t help when learning English, as you only learn certain words and all their connotations are fucked and disjointed. She tries her best though. Also, she doesn’t actually have a name. Woodland is just a term.

Xander - Found out that he was a god when he didn’t die when he should have. By all means, he should have died. He was in a car accident with some sorta not really friends (all his other friends were in the other car, thank gods) and all the other ones died horrifically. Someone got flung out the windshield and into a tree, someone stepped out of the crash and got hit by a passing truck, when the car caught on fire, two people were stuck inside. Only Xander lived, but he was in a hospital with wounds that should have never healed, but they did. He then got a message from his fathers telling him about his true parentage.

#Ah ha ha. Bless your soul. (answered)#death mention //#suicide mention //#blood mention //#burn mention //#abusive relationship mention //#child death mention //#anorexia mention //#drug mention //#that is a lot of mentions #yikes #this took WAY too long but theres 37 oc headcanon like things #enjoy #time to suffer

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haechanhearts · 6 years

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Drabble Game

I will be starting my countdown to 400 followers with this drabble challenge!

Rules: Send an ask with a number (up to two numbers) and the person you would like to be in it! I will write for everyone in bts, nct, and stray kids! You can also specify whether you want it to be fluff or angst but its not mandatory.

example: 24 + 16 with mark

A prompt can only be used once, so I will continuously try to update which are taken and which are not!

I will be starting these today, but please be patient bc I am still writing my social media au

Prompts:

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” (nct jisung)

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.” (winwin/ sicheng)

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” (winwin / sicheng)

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.” (stray kids jisung)

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” (Bang Chan)

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.” (winwin/ sicheng)

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” (woojin..my baby)

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.” (chenle)

“I won’t let you get hurt.” (Minho)

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.” (winwin / sicheng)

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” (woojin)

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?” (renjun)

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.” ( nct jisung)

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.” (stray kids jisung)

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?” (changbin)

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” (renjun)

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.” (yuta)

“Ready or not, here I come.”

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.” (changbin)

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” (xuxi/ lucas)

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

Ok! I’m very excited for this! please send in your requests! Let’s try to complete at least 1/4 of this list, that would be wild!

#drabble challenge #countdown to 400 followers #please request!

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rbberrys-blog1 · 6 years

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THE LETTER || FABERRY

location: quinn’s dorm room, new york

date & time: september 23rd, four-thirty pm

characters: rachel berry and @fancyqfabray

warnings: none

Rachel still was convinced that this was a dream. Quinn Fabray? She was supposed to marry Quinn Fabray? The girl whose mission in high school had seemed to be making her life miserable? She could have run. Fled the country. But then... she'd never be on Broadway. And that was too important for her to give up. So now she was on her way to some Christian college nearly an hour outside the city, to reunite with a girl who she was pretty sure hated her. She knew Quinn had gotten the letter too, and she'd even waited a couple days, to see if Quinn would attempt to reach out to her first, but nothing. So she knew she had to take it upon herself to be the first one to make a move. And it was a terrifying mood. It was probably silly, but Rachel wasn't entirely convinced that there wouldn't be a slushie in Quinn's hand when she opened the door. Rachel got out of the cab she'd taken after the train and tugged her purse tightly to her chest as she looked up at the school. No turning back now. She went to the office and got Quinn's dorm information, after showing them her official letter, and made her way to the building Quinn was in. She paced the hall three times before getting the courage to knock on the door, three quick taps.

Quinn had just gotten home from her cheerleading training, ever since she received ‘the’ letter, she hadn’t been to think about anything else. All she wanted to do was lay in bed all day and cry. Rachel Berry. As if. She figured it was best to just keep going, and pretend she never received the letter or even read it. As long as she’d distract herself and pretend it never happened, it wouldn’t be real. Her thoughts went all the way, when she took a long, deserved shower. The silence and peace, she used to love, had turned into a big enemy. Rachel Berry. A woman. Her soulmate? As if. Never. Must’ve been a mistake. Her parents would never even allow her to get married to a woman. They would find a way to fix it. They have to. Her thoughts got interrupted by door knocks. Of course. A frustrated sigh escaped her mouth as she grabbed a towel, quickly dried her hair and body as fast as she could, grabbed the nearest pair of clothes she could find and rushed towards the door. Probably the government telling her they had messed up. As soon as she pulled the door open she saw the one person she didn’t want to see. Rachel. Her eyes met the brunette’s, “Hi.” Was all she could bring up to say. She wanted to slam the door and find whoever was responsible for this, but knew this wouldn’t be the best option if they somehow were meant to be. “What are you doing here?”

Rachel attempted to give Quinn a smile, but all she could muster was a tiny, nervous one. "Hi. Um.... can I come in?" She looked behind Quinn, into the room, and back at her. "I think we should talk." Rachel rocked on her feet and continued to glance around, too intimidated to look directly at Quinn. She'd only gotten more beautiful since high school, which Rachel hadn't thought could be possible.

Quinn looked away to roll her eyes and then decided to let Rachel in. She figured that no one should see them together, 1+1=2, and she sure didn’t want any gossip or drama or anyone assuming anything was going on. “Fine.” She sighed as she stepped aside to let her in. “Don’t get your hopes up. It must be a mistake.”she mumbled once the brunette was inside, shutting the door beside her quickly and crossing her arms. She still remembered Rachel as this annoying talkative tiny thing, so she figured Rachel would probably do all the talking anyway.

Rachel gave Quinn a nod and started to walk around the room, looking at everything. She was in Quinn Fabray's bedroom. Something that may have happened once or twice in a dream. "It's just how I pictured it." Rachel's face turned red as she realized she'd said that out loud. "I didn't mean..." She shook her head and sighed, turning to Quinn. "What do you want to do here?"

Quinn frowned at Rachel’s comment about her bedroom. “Its a... bedroom...” she mumbled, as she decided to just drop it. “Listen...” she sighed, sitting down on the bed in front of them. “This, is a mistake. It must be. They probably messed us up with someone else. A guy. I’m not your soulmate, this is never gonna happen. I’m not gay. This has got to be a mistake. So, till they fix it, I’m not gonna do anything.” Quinn pointed out, frowning at the wall in front of her.

Rachel gave Quinn a tiny nod and looked away as the tears started to fill her eyes. She knew it had been dumb, to have any sort of hope that Quinn would want this, but she'd still had it. "Right." Rachel shook her head. "Right, of course. I... I'm just... I'll go. I'm sorry for... I shouldn't have come." She swallowed and turned back to Quinn. "But if you change your mind... just let me know, okay?"April 19, 2018

“I won’t.” Quinn answered quickly, “You don’t believe this bullshit, do you? Out of everyone, every guy at school, Finn... it’s me... I’m your ‘soulmate.” She sighed, looking up at Rachel to only notice her watery eyes now. “Bullshit, right?” She couldn’t quite understand why the brunette in front of her was crying., or acting so hurt.

"Right." Rachel bit down hard on her lip. "Right. Of course you're right." She sighed and smoothed down her skirt, clearing her throat as she did. "Well, um... you can find me on Facebook, or RachelBerry.com." She refused to look Quinn in the eye, worried she'd start crying. "Good luck with whoever you decide to be with. I mean that."

“If you agree, then why are you here? You’re only making this whole ignoring thing harder by dropping by.” Quinn rolled her eyes when she noticed Rachel wouldn’t make eye contact with her. A great start. How was she ever gonna survive these years if it really was true. A part of her wanted or kick Rachel out, but another part, that was afraid it might be true, didn’t want the situation to be even worse if it really was true.

"Because I don't agree!" Rachel gave Quinn a desperate look. "I don't... I mean, it's not what I expected, but... I want to be with my soulmate. And honestly? A part of me was... incredibly happy when I found out it was you." The tears did start to fall at that. "I mean, yes, you made my life miserable, but... I always admired you Quinn." Rachel shrugged sadly. "You... were everything I wanted to be, I thought. But that's not true. You're everything I wanted to be with."

“Wait a minute... you’re gay?” Was the first thing to fall out of Quinn’s mouth, after the unexpected love declaration. She didn’t get it. If she were Rachel, she would’ve hated herself. She would’ve burned the letter and pretend it never happened. “I would’ve hated me.” She mumbled, shrugging at her. “you should too.” Maybe the government told Rachel to ‘break’ in front of her, to declare her love, for Quinn to break. That’s how it works. The tears on Rachel’s cheeks were making it even harder. She usually had no problem with shutting people down, but when there are tears included, it’s hard, inhuman. “Sit down.” She commanded, more commanding than she intended.

Rachel sat down on the edge of Quinn's bed, shaking her head as she did. "No, I'm... I'm not gay. Bisexual, maybe. I'm not sure, exactly." She looked over at Quinn. "I understand that you're frustrated. Scared. But... if I was a guy... or... I don't know, if things were different... would you want to be with me?"

Quinn shrugged. “Everyone I know is gonna kill me for marrying a girl, that I know.” She couldn’t stop thinking about her parents, about how they’d kick her out of their lives and suddenly pretend to only have one child. How she’d get hate and looked at at college, she had this sort of power now, but that’d all fade. Her entire future would collapse, for a future decided by people that don’t even know her. “I don’t know. I just don’t like the idea of someone you don’t know deciding who belongs to you. Can’t be real.”

Rachel nodded, looking down at her lap. "I... I'm willing to lie for you. To help set you up with someone you could pretend is your husband. Whatever it takes. But I need you to do one thing for me."

Quinn looked up at Rachel, that hadn’t even crossed her mind, yet. It could get them in big trouble, but for now, it seemed to be worth it. “Do what?” She hesitated, trying to make eye contract with the girl next to her.

Rachel let out a deep breath and looked at her. "Give me a chance, please." She pleaded, trying not to cry again. "I only get one soulmate, Quinn. Just... go on one date with me. We don't even need to go out. You could just... come to my apartment, and have dinner. No one needs to know. Just us."

Quinn took a deep breath, stopping herself from ending the conversation right away and pushing Rachel out of her room, but something just wouldn’t let her. “Fine.” She sighed, knowing she had to give in to get what she wants. “No one will know.”

Rachel nodded and stood up again. "Thank you. And I..." She picked up her purse and slid it over her shoulder. "I'm sorry I'm not what you wanted, Quinn. But please don't be mad at me for that. I didn't do this to you."

Quinn stood up and made her way towards the door. Checking the tiny glass in her door, to make sure there was no one in the hallway. “I’m not mad at you.” She admitted, turning away from Rachel. “I’m mad at however came up with this, all I know is that it wasn’t you.”

Rachel went over to Quinn's desk, took a sticky note, and wrote down her phone number on it. "You don't... this is just in case. Also, you'll need it if you decide to come over for dinner, so I can give you my address. But I'm leaving it up to you, to make that decision. If you want nothing to do with me... fine." She nodded and turned back to face Quinn. "I'm leaving now. I'm letting you decide what you want to do. But you can't expect me to sit around and wait forever."

Quinn sighed glancing at the sticky note, “I’ll see.” She spoke, softly. Soulmates... it would be a miracle for them to become friends, but wives... or even anything else? She couldn’t see that happening any time soon, or even, any time at all. “I know. I won’t let you wait forever.” She assured, “please, don’t tell anyone...” she whispered.

"I won't." Rachel gave Quinn a firm nod and headed to the door. "I promise. I'll just... I don't know. See if I can find someone who's willing to pretend for me." She gave Quinn a tiny, mostly fake smile, trying to reassure her. "Take care, Quinn."

Quinn nodded and then opened the door. “Safe trip home.” She sighed, offering Rachel a half genuine half forced smile. Well, it was genuine, she just pretended it was forced. “I’ll text you.”

"You will?" Rachel looked at Quinn, with wide, surprised eyes. "You're not just saying that, are you? You'll actually... you'll really text me?" Rachel would have cursed herself for letting her heart beat so quickly at Quinn's promise, but she was too happy to care.

“Yeah, I don’t want you to show up at my dorm with a knife.” Quinn joked, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you left your phone number... I kind of have to now, Right?” She mumbled as she tried to play it all off cool

Rachel smiled softly and nodded. "Right. I'll um... I'll talk to you soon, Quinn." She took a long look at her, feeling like she should do something else, but not wanting to overstep her boundaries, Rachel left with another quick nod.

#faberry #faberry 1x1 #faberry rp #faberry au rp #faberry tumblr rp #{ para }#{ para: the letter }

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winterflash-2019 · 7 years

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Why Me? part 4

A/n: This story is also off hiatus. Part 3 is in my masterlist and I just checked my inbox and I loved all the great ideas you guys gave me so i will start making those today.

5 hours

That’s how long team flash been trying to bring you back along with the help of Savitar. Barry was frustrated about the fact Savitar keeps rushing them to do something since the paradox was still trying to reach him. They tried everything, Savitar kept suggesting time travel but that’s what started the whole situation and they didn’t want to do any more damage to the timeline.

“Barry come on listen to yourself y/n is my wife, you got your happy ending and now its time for mine” Savitar’s snarls

“You cannot go back in time, you don’t have enough energy, it would have to take me and you running at the same speed on order to go back and I’m not doing it”

“Oh I see what’s going on, you just want me to leave don’t you? Iris is still alive and y/n is gone away from me like you wanted but the last thing to scratch off your list is me erasing from existence, well I’m not leaving until I get y/n back” Savitar tilts his head as he stood in front of team flash menacingly.

“Barry, we should just try” Iris felt so guilty for causing Savitar even more pain, so she wants to at least try to get you back.

“Why Iris?”

“She was pregnant Barry” Savitar growls and Barry snaps his head back to the broken man.

“What?”

“I was going to be a Dad, but you took that all away from me” Savitar’s voice was rising slowly as he started to pace

“I-I-“Barry stammers, he didn’t know about your pregnancy Savitar was basically Barry so technically he was going to be a farther and if you didn’t die but Savitar still erased from existence then that means you would be raising a child alone and Barry wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Fine, we go back to the exact moment when y/n was shot but this is the last time I’m time traveling” Savitar nods his head and turns to leave the cortex. They had to be fast or the paradox will finally reach him.

Savitar and Barry ran top speed and soon saw a portal opening up Barry looks at Savitar, silently wishing him good luck right before he jumps in the portal.

Savitar violently lands on the ground but he soon gets up and brushes his self off like it’s nothing. He looks up and sees the whole tragedy play out in front of him but he had to be fast.

He sees you run in front of the range of fire right as Iris pulls the trigger and he takes off, jumping right in front of you.

“NO” you scream,dropping down to your knees to hold Savitar’s body and Barry’s heart clenched as he looked at you weeping over his duplicates body.

“Please don’t leave me” you whisper as tears slowly find there way down your face.

“I’m always with you y/n, every hour every minute” he whispers as he used the last of his strength to place his hand on your stomach right before he took his last breath.

You lost it, the little bit of sanity you had was gone and you were broken. Sobs quickly took over your body as you saw Savitar’s body start to fade away but you grab his hand only for it to fade away from your grip also.

You felt a tug on your arm as it started to rain so you look over your shoulder to see Barry pulling you up but you refused to go leave.

“NO, LET GO OF ME” you violently pull away and drop to the ground again, getting mud all over your legs but you didn’t care.

“Y/n we got to go” Barry tries once more to reach for you but you throw your heels at him and sob again.

“I’m not leaving” you growl and Barry knew there was nothing he could do so he runs off back to star labs and you look at the ground where your husband lay previously looking into your eyes, helplessly.

“I will find you again” you whisper

4 hours later you walk into Star Labs, muddy footprints leaving a trail behind you and water from the rain leaving mini puddles on the floor.

The lights were off but not completely, you saw Barry sitting behind the main desk and he stoop up quickly upon your arrival.

“Y/n? I just wanted to say I’m sorry” he quietly says, waiting to see your reaction.

All you felt was anger, your powers were becoming uncontrollable the more you looked at Barry because in this moment all you felt was hate,loneliness, and betrayal. You looked Barry right in the eye and tilted your head, narrowing your eyes. “Fuck you” you spat aggressively and walked out the cortex.

When you got back to the hideout you just broke down again, you were pregnant and alone with uncontrollable powers. You felt them get stronger the more you sobbed until suddenly you stopped.

Getting up you go to the mirror, looking at your appearance you snarled and punched the mirror instantly cutting up your hand but you didn’t care. You decided to avenge your beloved god of speed by letting your powers take over so you can be the crazy arsonist you were meant to be.

“Oh Barry , your life just got more complicated” you smirk into the broken mirror, already thinking of ways to destroy Barry Allen.

- You haven’t been to Star Labs in a month and Barry was starting to worry, he knew how reckless you could be when you were upset you were nowhere to be found even cisco and felicity couldn’t track you until one day you walked in.

You walked in the cortex, heeled boots making noise as you walked with confidence,hips swaying. Barry’s mouth dropped as he looked at your now long auburn colored hair, glowing orange eyes, as you held a ball of fire in both hands.

“A-Am I the only one seeing this”Cisco stutters as he dropped his slushy on the floor and backed away from you slowly.

“Missed me?” Your tone was sickeningly sweet but your smile quickly dropped as you threw fire towards Barry’s direction.

Barry quickly runs out the way as Cisco and Caitlyn run behind desk and duck under it. You threw a ball of fire at Iris next but Barry was fast to move her out the line of fire.

“Woah okay y/n? Calm down” Barry’s hands were out cautiously as he stepped towards you.

“Y/n’s gone now would you like to leave a message” you growl as your eyes became even more orange the more you looked at Barry.

“Look y/n I know you’re upset over Savitar but there is no need for you to-“ Barry cuts himself off as he dodges a fireball that was flying full force to his face.

“I won’t kill you now Barry but I will eventually, I want you to see Central city crumble first” and with that you threw a large fire ball his direction again and fled.

After Barry finally put the fire out he pants heavily.

“Okay someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on” Barry shouts and Caitlyn suddenly remembers you did have powers but your love for Savitar were keeping them at bay but now Savitar was gone and you were lost from reality.

“Barry, the day after you and y/n broke up she became emotionally unstable” Caitlyn quietly spoke

“And me and Caitlyn found her in her room with burn marks all over her arm as she held fire in her arms” Cisco says

“Why didn’t you guys tell me” Barry asks as he looked up at his friends

“She didn’t want us too, after she knew how to manage them she met Savitar and her love for him was strong enough to keep her emotionally stable so she never used them”

“So now that Savitar is gone she’s-“ Iris says but was interrupted

“Lost control” Caitlyn finishes for her

“But seeing how well she just used her powers it seemed as if she’s gotten a lot stronger Barry, when me and Cisco found her that day her eyes weren’t glowing thats new” Caitlyn felt extremely guilty, she knows how it feels to lose control over something dangerous.

“We need to find a way to get her back” Barry sighs out of frustration and runs out the lab, overwhelmed by what he was told.

#Barry Allen x reader #cw #the flash #Grant Gustin

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mikeyhatesit113 · 3 years

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forever and never: Chapter 1

I write a line.

Backspace, backspace, backspace.

Blank page.

I try another line.

Nope.

Backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace.

I rub my forehead, hoping it will come to me.

And then it does.

You’re reading it right now.

Because, the truth is, I have no idea how to start this story.

Years later, even after everything is said and done...ancient history!...still, it’s hard to know where to begin.

Does it begin the day I met her?

Or does it begin with the months leading up to that very moment where our paths crossed, danced, and performed a wicked waltz that would forever stomp its footprints into the darkest corners of my conscience?

Dramatic. I guess so. But what else would I call this?

I’m not proud of what you’re about to read. You’re going to read things that I regret till this very day. True enough, I have not forgiven myself for many of these events.

Don’t know if I ever will.

But alas, I feel it’s a story that needs to be told. Someone out there could benefit from this cautionary tale that came at a hefty price. The cost? Years of my youth.

Years I’ll never get back, but does that mean the time was wasted?

With a story and a message like this, I would think not.

Let’s begin.

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Chapter 1

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It was a raw, cold January day in 2007. Snow covered the ground and the wind whipped mercilessly, but my trusty ‘94 Cavalier trudged on through the slushy roads. I had somewhere important to be.

My morale at Blockbuster Video had reached an all-time low, thanks to an overweight, balding new store manager named Brady. For all of his love for Chinese food that he sat in the back room and ate, he had no care for movies whatsoever. This offended the 19 year old me, who might have had his dream job working at a video store.

Blockbuster Video. Make it a Blockbuster night!

But since Brady’s arrival just two months prior, the atmosphere in the store had changed drastically.

I no longer liked coming to work. For whatever reason, he didn’t like me. And the feeling was more than mutual.

Can’t we just talk about our favorite parts of Lion King and get along?

I’m not the type of person to stay in a place where I’m unhappy, and true to that note, I was looking for employment elsewhere.

I had tried retail, but I didn’t like it.

I even had a brief stint in physical manufacturing. No bueno.

So on this blustery January day, I was pursuing a brand new field altogether.

Child Care.

I had found out about a small center through my sister, who had previously worked there. And though she quit only after a few days, she swore that it was a nice place to work.

I was 19. I didn’t have college plans, and I had virtually no skills. But, I did have a love for kids. I was often the guy at parties who had 5 toddlers hanging all over him, though they did not know me an hour prior.

The parents didn’t seem to mind. I was the perfect babysitter/jungle gym extraordinaire.

And why not? Maybe daycare would become the perfect launch pad to a luxurious career in wiping snotty noses and changing diapers.

I pulled into the parking lot outside the daycare. It was a modest center. It was the bottom level of a two-story building. A complete stranger lived in the upstairs apartment.

I put on my best professional smile and got out of my car into the cold air. I walked up the icy wooden ramp that led to the door and knocked.

A young lady answered, and I informed her that I was there for an interview.

She led me inside and I sat down in a miniature chair as I waited. On the other side of the room, a rather grumpy looking woman was conducting a job interview with another woman.

Sheila was the interviewer’s name, and she was the owner of the center.

“What would you do if you saw one child bite another child?” asked Sheila.

“Well, first I’d check to make sure it didn’t draw blood!” laughed the interviewee.

Sheila didn’t even crack a smile. In fact, she frowned and checked something off on her paper.

The lady, picking up on Sheila’s stern manner, stopped laughing abruptly and gave a quick answer on administering first-aid.

The interview was lost. And I knew it.

Minutes later, Sheila ushered the lady out of the door. The door closed as Sheila turned to face me. “Mike?” she asked. “That’s me,” I replied. We shook hands and our own interview commenced.

It’s funny what time does to one’s memory. I can’t remember what questions she asked me. I’m sure she asked me the question about biting, but everything else is a blur. I just remember that I answered every question light-heartedly and professionally.

The interview was won, and I knew it.

Sheila finished her questions and asked me to wait patiently while she went and grabbed the daycare director for further consultation. I smiled as she excused herself.

The door closed behind her, and I was alone. Looking back, that moment is more surreal than I ever could have guessed.

They would be my final moments of never knowing her. The last moments of never laying eyes on her. Of not knowing who she was, or that she even existed.

When that door opened again, it would be a departure from one reality, and a crash landing into a complete other world.

And sure enough, that door did reopen. Fate would have it no other way.

The events, and future cast of characters, were waiting.

Sheila walked through the doorway, this time followed by another woman dressed in a smock.

I could already tell that she had a youthful appeal surrounding her composure. Her face, enclosed by curtains of long brown hair, broke into a wide grin as she held out her hand.

“Hi, Michael. I’m Janie, the director of the daycare.”

I shook her hand and introduced myself. For the next 5 minutes, the three of us made small talk. Janie seemed really excited for the prospect of having a male teacher in the daycare, as there aren’t too many in the childcare field altogether.

For the final test, they wanted me to come back for a trial run with the school age children. As much as they liked me, they had to make sure I was somewhat competent with children.

Days later, I returned, but this time I was armed with a failproof plan.

A pillowcase full of Halloween candy.

And sure enough, between jokes and laughs, I played simple games with the kids and rewarded them with lollipops. They loved me instantly.

The daycare center hired me officially that day, and I was all set to give Blockbuster Video my 2-week notice. Just days later, Brady refused to work with me scheduling-wise, as I would be starting at the daycare before officially leaving Blockbuster. Plus, he abruptly fired my shift manager.

So I walked out. Hopefully him and General Tso are happy together.

I know he’s not at Blockbuster anymore. Just a hunch, I guess.

I began working at the daycare center, and I immediately loved my job.

The kids were awesome, and most of the staff were great. We’d have daycare parties and gather at Janie’s house that she shared with her husband and 2 little boys.

These daycare parties were very enlightening experiences, as I did not know “daycare teachers” could party like they did. It was a hell of a good time.

In fact, 2007 would be one of my favorite years ever. I had a job I enjoyed, my friends and I had never been closer, and I was able to perform standup comedy on the side at local clubs.

My buddies and I took a trip down to the beach in July, and I met a woman named Dayna. She was from Kentucky, and we made plans for me to fly down there and visit her at a later time.

At this point, Janie and I had become great friends at the daycare. Her personality was infectious in it’s youthful appeal. Even though she was 8 years older than me, plus being a wife and mom, she had no problem blending in with people my age.

We’d go on lunch breaks together and I even went with her to watch her get her nose pierced, but I swear to God, it was totally innocent during that Summer.

I honestly just never looked at Janie as more than a friend, because to my knowledge, she was happily married and heavily involved with her children. I admired her for that.

Looking back, I didn’t find it odd that Janie had taken a keen interest in my communication with Dayna from the beach. But as I’m also in the future now with you, I can acknowledge her daily inquiry about how things were developing was out of the ordinary.

But she was a good friend, so I shrugged it off.

In October of 2007, I arranged a trip to fly down to Kentucky to visit Dayna and stay with her a few days at her apartment.

It was the first time I had ever flown (not counting when I was a baby), and it was quite the trip to make all by myself.

I arrived in Kentucky on Thursday morning, and Dayna greeted me at the gate.

The few days I spent down there weren’t anything extraordinary, but I did receive a curious text during my trip.

Janie texted me on Saturday morning. “Hey, I hope you’re having good time.”

It was yet another instance that I shrugged off, but sure enough, Janie wanted to know all the details when I returned the following Monday morning.

I filled her in, including the part where things fell apart with Dayna when I got back home.

Long distance just doesn’t cut it sometimes.

Janie was interested nonetheless, and she insisted that Dayna was indeed “crazy” and I didn’t need that in my life.

October closed out as our friendship continued.

When the clock struck midnight on Halloween Night, I did not realize that I had exited another reality, and entered another realm.

October 31st, 2007 would be the last day of my youth as I knew it. I was 19 years old, and I was about to become something else entirely.

On the night of November 1st, 2007, my cell phone lit up in the darkness.

I adjusted my eyes, squinting.

Text.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Text.

To be continued...

Waking up from myself To a life outside this hell No more lies, no more pain You can’t fight the war we made The war we made. - Red “The War We Made”

NOTE: Though this is my side of the story, including my own personal recollections and opinions, the reader should not consider this note anything other than a work of literature. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

#relationships #breakups #cheating #divorce #depression #love #advice #dating

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naughty-teddy-innit · 7 years

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Rehabilitation : An Ed Sheeran Fanfiction

Title: Rehab - An Intro

Author: @naughty-teddy-innit

Rating: PG? No smuts or sexytimes, but warnings for intense content.

Click here for: CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION: Annaliese, or “Leesie”, is 28 years old, and has seen far too much in her 6 years working in a hospital trauma/Emergency unit. Her way of giving back, of coping, is to give her time as a Support Volunteer. Little does she expect to encounter someone who will change her life.

Rehabilitation

For 6 years this place has been my second home. Some days I leave exhausted, some days glad and relieved, and more often than I’d like, heartbroken. I’m just a lowly clerk, an administrative minion in one of the busiest metropolitan Emergency Rooms in the country. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I’m a problem solver, a conflict resolver, a computer whiz, and they couldn’t run the desks without me. On my best days, I’m a mood-lifter and smile-bringer; on my boring days, I’m just the lady that orders your x-rays, registers you in the system, deals with the paper trail, and tracks your bloodwork. A Spiderman sticker or a lollipop can do wonders for a frightened child, warm words and the squeeze of a hand can calm a terrified mother or husband. I never wanted to be a nurse, or the doctor that held a damaged heart in their hand. Blood is not my thing, and neither is the life and death responsibility that goes with it. My job is its own reward, and it’s perfect for me. The flip side of that, though, is the pain and loss you see in a place like this. A weeping mother learning her teenager’s been taken too young in a car accident, a father lost to a heart attack, a college student paralyzed in a terrible work accident, and so much more. The compassion and selflessness that emanates from the doctors, nurses and caregivers in our unit, though, never ceases to amaze me, and I’m proud to be even a small part of it.

For the last 18 months, I’d also found yet another way to spend even more time in this place (because I’m not here enough already, right?). It was a way to feel as though I was doing something to help counteract the heartbreak and sadness, to infuse the world with some positivity and give back. Our hospital system has a massive volunteer network, from teenagers to elderly retired grandparents, and there was always a need for them. A sick preemie who needed some cuddling, a child struck by cancer that needed a video game partner, or someone who could be soothed by the music played on the baby grand in the lobby. Me? I’m sorta what you’d call a candy striper. I volunteer twice a week in various inpatient units, and I try to be a friend. I might build a puzzle or play a game of Scrabble with a grandmother recovering from surgery, share a meal with a young man who’s rehabilitating from an overdose, or just watch TV or read a book with a preschooler who’s broken their leg. Small things, but I like to think they make a difference to someone who’s feeling lonely or sad or scared. It often takes some persistence, sometimes a few visits, to break down someone’s door, figuratively speaking. But it’s almost always worth it.

I was not a volunteer the night his accident happened. 2 o’clock in the morning, mid-March and slushy and COLD, and I was on yet another never-ending night shift. It had actually been eerily calm most of the night, which in our ER? Usually meant the storm was coming. The radio crackled to life, and I could hear the dispatcher snapping out information and directions, while performing the usual intake. Doctors hopped-to and nurses scurried to prep the trauma rooms. I could only make out a few words, but it was enough to know it was a bad one.

“TOUR BUS…IMPACT….”

“MULTIPLE VICTIMS AND INJURIES”

“Icy conditions… T-boned…At least 4 incoming…”

Within minutes, the scream of the ambulance sirens filled the space, and after taking a deep breath, I prepared for the onslaught. This sort of situation could only ever be described as a whirlwind; the frantic rush of patients on stretchers, stats and orders being yelled at top volume, medical equipment blaring and beeping. I took my station, quickly and quietly punching in orders, looking up family contacts, and paging necessary personnel. An older gentleman was rushed in first, grey haired and wide awake, frantically yelling for information in a British accent and trying to insist he was fine. As requested, I paged x-ray, and was relieved to hear to hear the words “STABLE” and “NON- LIFE-THREATENING”.

The paramedics came running in with another older gentleman, bearded and restrained with a neck brace, tears streaming down his face. Words like “fractured vertebrae” and “punctured lung” passed my ears, and our orthopedic surgeon was quickly brought in to assess. I could hear his guilt soaked words as they rushed him away, the fear and anguish etched on his face.

“I’m so sorry, oh god, I didn’t mean to, they said I fell asleep, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone…” Punctuated by sobs, he just repeated these words, over and over and over.. My guess is he must have been the driver that caused the crash, and it was confirmed later on that he was career trucker, 25 years driving long hauls across state lines. Harsh deadlines, a double load of freight, and not enough caffeine had ended in disaster. My heart hurt not only for the man who’d have to live with this guilt, and the consequences of his actions, but for the people who he’d hurt. It was never, ever fair, these situations.

I steeled myself, hearing the 3 letters that brought heartache to all of us, every single time they were uttered. “D.O.A” Dead on arrival. The driver of the bus. Traumatic brain injury, I heard one doctor softly utter, and after those words I tuned out his muted voice. Often, the nitty-gritty was too much to absorb.

My focus shifted to the urgent yell of voices and the crash of the doors as the last victim of the crash was wheeled in. “26-year-old male.” “Unconscious.” “Intubation.” “PAGE DR COSETTI.” “Red Line to the OR. NOW.”

All I could make out from the man laying limp on the stretcher was a mop of beautiful bright orange curls, and a pale (…somewhat familiar looking?) face dotted with freckles. He was young, and I couldn’t allow myself to focus on his badly injured body. He was clad in pair of pajama pants and a worn white t-shirt. It had been cut open (presumably by the paramedics) for access after the accident, and I couldn’t help but take note of how colorful he was.

He was whisked through our triage area, bypassing the trauma bay altogether, his monitors blaring, and before I could form any more thoughts, the elevators that would carry him to the OR had swallowed him up.

I could only take a deep breath, and say a silent prayer.

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Author’s Note: My job is very, very similar to what Annaliese does in this story, and that’s what led me into it. I’m really, really excited for this story, and I feel the need to point out that I began writing this story WAY before poor In Real Life Ed had his accident. I actually held off posting it because of what happened, but I’m ready to start sharing it now!! Please, PLEASE. I’m begging you guys. FEEDBACK. Anons are cool. LOL

An Ask, a message, a reblog, a comment. ALL are needed, ALL are appreciated. Even if you are mad at me.....

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autumn-in-phandom · 7 years

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MEET HOT DADDIES IN OUR AREA!

(That’s clickbait if I’ve ever seen it)

Dan and Phil play: Dream Daddy #2

0:01 I love Phil in his burgundy hearts shirt. 0:02 Dan’s shirt is a bit distracting but he looks really cute in it. 0:05 The dog *was* the most important thing last time. 0:08 The animated corgi added in and the effect that Phil bops it down with his fist while saying “sadly the owner was quite sassy” was quite satisfying. 0:25 Love the slow pan in intro with the logo and hearts. 0:29 Hearing Phil say “our old husband” is a bit surreal. 0:30 “died!” in sync 0:58 Reaffirming their dad choices are each other. 1:05 Is Dan chewing on something? 1:28 Dan sings “Dream Daddy” 1:39 “We apologize so much.”- Dan

1:52 “Bouncy baby Craig”- Phil (how Phil remembers names) 2:02 “That’s how to instantly be like ‘wrong number, bye.’”- Dan miming texting 2:10 “6 am, no. On the no pile straight away”-Dan “That is criminal.”- Phil 2:22 (I had to look up “swole”) 2:24 Two messages is a little bit desperate according to Phil 2:27 Dan feels sorry that he maybe doesn’t have anyone to do bro brunches with. 2:36 “Sure you wann ‘catch up’” innuendo according to Dan 2:50 “What year is it?”- in sync “3,300”- Phil 2:58 “That’s more Dan and Phil, being late for everything.”- Phil

3:06 Flash back to parents evening, so awkward, judging you to your face 3:23 Bright orange visitors sticker “right on the forehead”- Phil “Bonk”- Dan 3:28 “Haggard” has a wizard association with Phil 3:40 “A youth”- Dan 3:50 Lucien is what Phil wanted to look like in college. 3:55 Probably Dan’s best voice of this game. 4:22 Low rent Gerard Way burn reaction. 4:37 Phil thinks Hugo has “swanky clothes” 4:51 Phil singing “we’re not okay”

5:01 Phil’s “He’s gonna get the cane out” Dan’s reaction and Phil’s giggling while reading 5:25 “Good one” to Dan’s elbow blowing 5:38 I like that Dan just immediately goes for that bell sound effect 5:45 Phil describes their parent teacher conferences, teachers “sass us to our faces” 5:55 Dan’s half mouth teacher imitation we’ve seen in skits. I’m not sure why, but it bothers me a bit. 6:25 “First name basis” Dan dance “Watch out”- Phil 7:47 “I turn around and go damn, he really fills out those trousers.”- Daniel Howell 8:00 Hugo is “too stuffy”- Phil “I’m not into that”- Dan 8:13 “A wet book.” Okay Phil. (Books smell great I’m unstanning) 8:23 Phil clarifies the husband wasn’t killed by kangaroos.

8:35 James Corden singing with Harry Styles in the car reference. (Actually worth watching imo.) 9:22 Dan being disturbed by the father daughter talk in the car sounding like a sex talk. “That sounds like something else.” “Oh god, where’s this going?” 9:48 If I was Dan’s grandma following him on Twitter and watching his videos, I would be concerned by a lot more than just his language. (But they seem to be very close and he probably explained his humor to her long ago.) 10:40 “Is it a meme?”- Phil “Probably, a super ironic meme.”- Dan

11:25 “We know what a mall is.”- Phil 11:30 Dan remembers being shouted at for loitering 11:40 “Heck.”- a quiet and amused Dan 11:44 “Always go for Chinese.”- Dan 11:46 “Oh my god mall Chinese food is the best.”- Phil 12:00 “They have a great bond! Talk about your problems Amanda!”- Dan reacting to Dilddy and Amanda’s food humor 12:33 Their reaction to Phil having predicted the memes convo. 12:57 Dan’s Memeing of Life video reference. 13:06 Phil “lets” Dan say the swear word. Transitions into “dat boy” reference. 13:26 Dan’s over reaction to anti-establishment/capitalism rant, Phil practically rolling his eyes 13:43 “Okay, this is like, stop trying so hard to prove how cool and critical your opinions are, Brah. God. Jesus.”- Dan

14:30 Blue raspberry slushies are dangerous 14:40 Dan would have cried about MCR merch being ruined 14:48 And would still wear it 15:05 Yeah, Dan we all know what it’s trying to parody. 15:10 Both of them would rather go to Bed, Bath & Beyond (domestic <3) 15:23 “Don’t think that way Dilddy, you’re valid.”- Dan

15:35 “Guess the name. Vincent.”- Dan “Dracula.”- Phil “Just straight up Dracula.”- Dan cracking up 16:05 Dan is highly amused by “Edwardian dressage” 16:10 Phil looks done, admits “I’m not sure I’m going to date this one.” 16:28 “Not carrier pigeon? Wow, this guy is not carrying it through.”- Dan 16:30 Phil is liking his nail varnish 16:40 “All I know is that he’s way too high maintenance for me and I’m noping out of there.”- Dan (I like how in this case both Dan and Phil seem to be speaking as themselves not wanting to date Damien, not speaking about what’s right for Dilddy) 17:30 They are both “intrigued, but not at all interested.”

17:44 D&P would watch “Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers” 18:26 “Hop on the Reddits and down vote some comments.”- Dan 18:38 “Wow, productive day for Dilddy there, not.”- wow Dan 18:46 When did Dan start with the snorting? I feel like this is a somewhat recent development. 19:09 Furniture assembling is all about interpretation 19:16 “Dilddy continues to be the most relatable character ever.”- Seriously Dan, hush, you have no room to talk. 19:22 A few seconds later: “Yeah, its honest”

20:07 “They’ve got some punch going on, wieners, chairs, plants and lots of cakes. This is a damn good cookout if you ask me.”- Dan 20:25 Dan thinks Joesph sounds like Viktor from Yuri on Ice. 20:52 “Ohh, okay, can’t be a home wrecker then.”- Dan 21:19 “Wow Mary.”- Phil, dragging her 20:20 “I *love* her, literal goals.”- Dan 21:33 “All the guys!”- Dan doing a weird arm flap thing “Ohhh, there’s more guys”- Phil

21:40 Dan loosing total composure over Robert. 21:45 Rugged (edgy) vs rustic (like Amish, ok Dan) 21:50 “Why does he need the whisky, what does he want to do with the eyes? Fuck!“- Dan 22:00 Phil predicts that Dilddy and Robert are not going to get along 22:15 “He’s a bundle of laughs.”- Phil no likee, Dan likee very much

22:40 Phil’s whiny dad voice is a marvel 22:46 “Pleasantries!”- both 22:58 “Wow Amanda.”- Phil 23:06 “It’s Mat! He’s my fave!”- Phil 23:10 “What a cool guy and mysterious.”- Dan about Robert 23:14 “Boo.”- Dan at Brian, mumbles something about dog 23:18 “Edwardian!”- Dan about Damien 23:21 “Hella awkward.”- Dan about Hugo 23:28 “What a coincidence!” (that all the dads live on their cul-de-sac) 23:40 “Mysterious stranger and guy that was too boastful, that doesn’t seem like a good combination, I do want to get to know the mysterious guy more, but I kinda want to avoid Brian.”- Gee Dan, we can tell. 23:51 “Teacher- awkward, Mat- nice, Craig”- Dan, “We like Craig”- Phil

24:02 Look at that diverse group of hot dads! 24:08 “He needs help. Let’s go rescue Craig, that’s definitely what this is.”- Dan 24:16 “Oh my god, Hugo. Stop.”- Phil looking pained 24:36 “Like a Labrador.”- Dan (second Labrador mention this week) 24:44 Craig calls River “little bro” so Dan uses male pronoun only to find out seconds later River is a girl. “Poor baby.” 25:02 Hand quotes abound 25:11 Dan whispers “What the fuck does that mean?” He really wants to know the details of their college relationship 25:20 Daniel James Howell burnt pasta because he didn’t know he had to put water in it. Shame him.

25:50 Dan tells Phil to make Mat’s daughter sound a bit more cool 25:55 “Coot!” “Coot!” 26:00 “Mat is just too cute”- Dan (I thought for sure he was going to say too cool) 26:02 “Dreamboat”- Phil (Dan seems a bit surprised by Phil’s sudden statement) 26:06 “Delet”- Dan who is being slowly won over 26:20 Carmensita is such “an amazingly cool name” 26:23 “Fuck off Daisy. No one likes you Daisy.”- I swear to god, pausing during Dan’s outbursts reveal the best Phil faces 27:03 “Smoooking”- Dan lip shake thing 27:18 Can anyone make out what Dan says about Craig and Mat here? “There’s a… those two.”?

27:40 “Wow. Incredible.”- D “What a delinquent.”- P “Seriously.”- D 27:48 “I mean if you give him a name like Ernest he’s gonna rebel.”- Dan 27:53 “Shout out to any Ernests watching.”- Phil 28:10 Props to Phil for his moody teenage boy voice 28:20 “Woah, edge detected!”- Dan 28:28 What the heck was that Dan? 28:55 Dan thinks Dilddy is cool for not being pretentious 28:56 Dan would be friends with someone who says they’re “cool as a cucumber” 29:58 “From my experience, the moment you stop living with your parents you suddenly are like ‘I love my family!’ but maybe that’s just because you’re used to there being food in the house, and not having to do your own laundry.”- okay Dan, don’t ruin a nice thing. 30:40 “Diddly P!”

30:45 Phil asks Dan if he’s liking Damien’s aesthetic, Dan: “no”. 32:00 Damien Bloodmarch “too much” 32:20 “Wow. Smooth. He’s definitely a vampire.”- Phil 32:30 “Hello Amanda.”- in unison “We should do it at the same time.”- you just did Dan 32:53 “Can we all be Mary?”- Dan (with her wine goals) 33:37 Dan bangs the desk “Everything’s connected!” (Lucien and Damien) 33:45 “Fight! Fight! Fight!”- Dan 34:18 “Joesph is so wholesome, when he isn’t passively aggressively correcting his wife. It’s a facade”- Dan 34:30 “Edge detected!”- Dan 35:03 “The Satan number.”- Phil

35:47 “The Game of Thrones.”- Phil “Yeah sure, it better be”- Dan 35:55 Just going to call him Diddly 37:30 “Wow. I kind of like this. It’s like me, just constant, like joking, then double joking, then triple joking and then everyone’s like ‘wow, do you have a personality or are you just hiding it until layers of humor as a defense mechanism?’”- Dan (wow that went deep) 37:45 “It’s okay Dan.”- Phil, “I’m just kidding.”- Dan 39:39 “Ginger representation.”- Dan (not sure what that has to do with anything but they’re warming up to Brian 40:40 Phil loves the puns, Dan wants them to stop. Clearly Phil was meant to be the dad.

43:03 Dan is into the cauliflower, he will eat the cauliflower, he’s just putting that out there (he also put out a negative opinion on cucumbers not long ago I believe. What does it mean?) 44:00 Wine and Dine Mastermind sounds like something they’d watch 44:33 “Kiddo” reminds Dan of Sans 44:50 “Definitely” earned that ice cream sandwich 45:07 Dan helping Phil with assuaging and exacerbating 45:45 Phil’s dad performance kills me from here on 46:16 “Don’t complain about the attitude. If you want to be protective stick to the issue. So you could say I have a right to be concerned but is that a bit entitled?”- Dan, “I think just like I was scared.”- Phil “It shows vulnerability. That’s how to do it.”- Dan (very wise, what good dads, now good luck keeping a level head when you are actually upset) 46:46 “Say sorry Amanda.”- Phil 46:56 Paused here, D&P’s facial and body language accurately reflect how I feel about what Phil just said about his bedroom. Both their eyes move away from each other and they look tired.

47:22 Phil’s least favorite is Hugo, “He’s so stuffy. I mean intelligence can be attractive but I think when he’s just uhbuhburhburhbuhbahbah”- how’d that go again Phil?

47:30 “He’s got that walrus mustache.”- Dan

47:36 Phil is liking Mat: made banana bread, funny, sensitive and Craig: friend from college, quite funny, and doesn’t really fit in with the snarffle snarffle something

47:47 Dan likes the tall dark mysterious stranger (“Really?” asks Phil surprised, like it wasn’t obvious) cracking inappropriate jokes is literally himself, thinks the darkness might be a pretense and that he could be really soft and vulnerable on the inside “WHO KNOWS?!” Hmmm.

#dapgames #dnp games #dnp timestamps #dan and phil #phan

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surveys4ever · 3 years

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What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? I put red bell peppers in the breakfast burritos we had for dinner last night!

What was your last Facebook notification for? Someone requested to join a group I admin.

What bands have you seen live? Sadly I haven’t seen many bands live. Last ones I saw were Paramore and X Ambassadors!

Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: Ummm...she got weight loss surgery a few years ago.

What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? My dad left and my mom remarried and had a bunch more kids she likes more than me.

What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? Cheesecake, broccoli, water, atheists. Now cheesecake is my favorite, I love broccoli, water is the only thing I drink, and I AM an atheist.

What are your plans later today? I have to shower and make dinner. Other than that idk.

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? Sadly probably not. Beebs works so I’m probably just gonna work on a sewing project or something.

Who do you talk to the most? My husband or our dog!

What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? Go on TikTok.

Who is your best guy friend(s)? My husband!

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I’m good where I’m at!

If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? It depends on the scar and its placement. I’d probably get it removed tho.

Have you had an x-ray in the past year? Nope! Last one was in the 9th grade.

Do you think your first love still loves you? I’d sure hope so.

What is something that is “going right” in your life? We’re debt free for the first time since we got married, my husband is fixed, and we just finished getting a bunch of repairs done on our car!

When did you feel ready to start dating? I don’t think there was a moment I decided I was ready...it just happened!

When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? I mean...she’s never bitten me maliciously! Just playfully.

Where were you the last time you made out? In bed I believe.

When was the last time you cried tears of joy? When a company I’ve loved forever sent me a massive PR box with so much more than I could have ever expected. I sat on the kitchen floor and cried.

How do you type your sad smileys? :(

Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? Nah!

What was the last soda you drank? I had a coke slushie earlier!

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? I’m not sure! It was probably something silly my husband was teasing me for.

Have you ever had any type of surgery? No, thank god.

Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? Yeah. It’s their body!

Who was the last person to hit on you? Some weirdo on the internet told me my bellybutton must smell like roses.

What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? Shower..oops.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? I don’t know!

What do you put on hot dogs? Mayo, ketchup, mustard, and cheese.

Ever fallen in the shower? Slipped but not fallen!

Do you think that things will get better? I really hope so!

Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? Yup.

What’s your favourite book genre? I don’t know if I have one!

Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? I almost walked out of Toy Story 4 because the people behind us were so goddamn rude and their kid kept pulling my hair.

Do dogs like you? Oh hell yeah.

Would you say that you project an air of authority? Maybe? I’m a bossy Capricorn so I exude some level of leadership but I’m also not comfortable being in charge of anyone.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Absolutely not.

Do you use one towel when you shower or two? Two! One for my hair and one for my body.

Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? Nope!

Who do you know that had a baby recently? Um! Lots of Facebook friends but no one personally.

Do you like Usher’s songs? Eh! They’re alright.

When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Oh god. Like 15 years ago.

Have you ever ridden a train? When I was a young tot, yes!

What do you eat your French fries with? Depends on the fry! Ranch is usually my favorite.

Do you have family problems? Hahahahaha....hahahaha...yes. So fucking many.

What’s the last food you ate that was stale? I don’t know? I don’t eat stale food very often.

How do you like your grilled cheese? Extra cheesy with tomato soup!

What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? Pasta aglio e olio!

What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? Spend time with my grandma!

Have you ever been close to drowning? Nope.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Ugh, many times. They are terrifying.

Do you like doing housework? Sometimes! Other times I’d rather do l i t e r a l l y anything else.

Would you ever get implants? I want a breast lift but I’m afraid to go under anesthesia.

Do you own a robe? A few, yeah!

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yup, but that’s none of your beeswax.

Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? If it’s dominos, I just toss it but if it’s anything else, I’ll eat it!

What was the last song you listened to? I Don’t Wanna Wait by Paula Cole.

Have any of your family members been to jail? In laws, yes!

Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? Yeah, sadly.

Can you remember when you first learned how to read? Yup! Kindergarten.

What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? Probably having to give up my childhood to be the big sister. I’m inherently motherly, I take care of everyone, but I have no desire to be a mother.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Just my wisdoms!

Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? I wanted to be famous.

What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I feel like I watch all of the shows that interest me!

How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? Uh...no.

What is your favorite Queen song? Fat Bottomed Girls!

Do you know how to use any foreign currency? Well yeah but I mean...I’m not sure what there is to know about it? You go to the bank, exchange your money for the other money, and then spend it as you see fit. It’s a lot easier to just use your bank card tho.

Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? Nope!

Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? Yeahhhh, sadly. My period is a little bitch who likes to show up late a lot and I’m an anxious mess so I usually take tests to give me some peace of mind while I wait.

When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? I’m never at a loss of what to do!

What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? We went to a theme park! It was absolutely magical.

What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? Inside out and Just Friends! We saw Inside Out by ourselves, with my husband’s best friend, and then with my family just because it was so fkn good. And then my best friend at the time was obsessed with Ryan Reynolds and saw it I think like 10 times by herself, 2 of which were with me.

What is the reason you’re still alive? My heart is still pumping?

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? I’ve had sex in my parents’ hotel room while they were down at the pool...sorry mom.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? I never brush my hair except for right after a shower. I have curly hair and brushing it is the literal worst thing you can do.

Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) I don’t believe so!

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Yes and yes!

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? Bleary! My husband was calling me to wake me up.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? I do, even when I don’t really want to.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Friends and family, yeah.

Would you date someone with a physical disability? I mean, I'm married, but in a theoretical world where I was single, that wouldn’t be something that would deter me if I loved someone.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? He has not!

The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? Purple! That was only like 2 weeks ago.

Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? We did!

Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? 20%, actually!

Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve only ever gone to Reddit because Google suggested it to me to answer a question I had.

Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? I was only 4 but I guess I was my mom’s maid of honor/flower girl at her wedding.

Are your parents in good health? My mom is but my dad has high cholesterol and bad back pain. Nothing super serious tho.

Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? Nope!

Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? Not that I’m aware of but most medications have weird affects on me. NyQuil makes me hallucinate, Novocaine makes me loopy, and oui’d makes me see shit, so?

Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? I really just wear a T-shirt and shorts to bed.

Do you have any interesting pillow cases? All my pillow cases rn are vintage and I love them!

If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? I just have really sensitive feet and every pair rubs them raw or causes blisters/bleeding so they usually hurt.

Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Spiders, definitely.

Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? I had acrylics for a year! I don’t remember the last set I had on tho.

Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Native American.

#survey

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