#also that gun is so big i swear i did not expect myself to size it correctly

[jokest3r]

Hello, this is for the OC requests! Can you draw the Captain? Sadly, the proper, and possible references I can give you are these pictures, but I hope it helps! :(

sorry this request took so long friend but I wanted it to look nice ! though I don't know if I aced the coquette vibe and rather the valentines vibe 🤔 I'll just say this is one of the skins you can buy for him if you played him in-game, the bundle would also include a modified-intervention named "PROPERHEART" with its associated add-ons... all in all a pretty good bundle though it would end up costing you 20 bucks :p jk but I hope you enjoy it ! and hope we get to know eachother better

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs.

Summary: How would Hybrid!Bakugou would react to being adopted by the reader and their domestic life together. Headcanons and believe me, it's a long one... [2k WORDS OF HCS psjxksdj stop me pls] PLATONIC/ROOMMATES HCS, will do a part two later on with continuation and romance cuz 2kwordsbro...

Notes: I love Hybrid AU!s and I want to indulge myself with this. I barely see these in the fandom, so maybe you guys will like it! Also, depending on how it goes, I'm gonna consider making more for other characters, whachu say? Tell me what you thought and I hope you enjoy!~ ♥

Part 2 here!

× he's a wolf hybrid, and the workers at the shelter warn you that he's feral as you pass by where he was locked

× it seems he was in an illegal fighting ring and nobody could get close to him even if his living conditions now were much better than the hell hole he lived in before

× he growled, scratched, yelled, overall he needed so much help

× normally that would've been very intimidating to you but while the workers tried to push you towards some bunny or dog hybrids they had around, you just froze because the mf said they were considering sacrificing him

× like wHat the fuck?? he's a human being?????? sure he has a tail but what????????

× and you just foken went crazy for a moment cuz you didn't even see him in his cage, he was hiding somewhere under the bundle of blankets he had, probably asleep

× so you just went mental, demanding an explanation because hybrid shelters do not and should not sacrifice a person

× and your increasing yelling just made all the hybrids anxious

× and Bakugou heard everything [who wouldn't]

× i shit you not, the employee tried to explain why

× legit said cuz he's aggressive

× Bitch I'd be aggressive too! I'd bite your jugular off

× course, security was called but you already prepared to call the police, Hybrid Protection Services, your lawyer, your friends, the president, you name it

× and that's when you said you're adopting whoever was under the blankets. NOW.

× always hated the word adopting, but you were looking to give a hybrid a chance since you finally had a spare bedroom in your new apartment

× so like security and the worker just look at each other cuz who tf is gonna be the brave soul to go inside the cage to retrieve Bakugou Katsuki and get rid of you both already

× you're just staring at them like u srs bro? so you just send them to do the paperwork while you decide to go in yourself because you needed to get out of that place ASAP to still contact HPS on this shelter

× security stayed by the door while you hesitantly walked towards the blanket bundle [not so brave anymore] cuz why did that dude have his gun out??????

× but when you approached the bundle and kneeled in front of it you noticed movement

× a fluffy sand yellow tail suddenly came to view and it was big, slowly moving from side to side

× so with the gentlest voice you could muster [after screaming your lungs out moments ago] you tried to talk to whoever was underneath

× you introduced yourself and said you're here to take them home but got nothing, just casual tail movement

× Big Hunkus Brutus Security Guardus™ was getting impatient so he told you to just "fuckin put the collar and leash on the stupid beast" and you just 🙃 fucking excuse u?? while turning towards him

× it was a delicate time and you needed to take it slow, and anyway you knew you'd get that crap off your [hopefully] new friend as soon as possible

× what you didn't expect was the guard to freeze and raise his gun again, but was pointing above your head, not even looking in your eyes

× so you turn and meet a naked chest, scarred, with recent bruising on and big

× looking up you see Bakugou Katsuki, ruffled blonde hair, wild in all directions, red eyes harsh and staring at the guy behind you, only some pants on his form and tail still waving very slowly behind him

× while Chunkus Brutus trembled in place, gun shaking in hands, you were in the fuckin middle of it all

× what you didn't expect is the hybrid to take the collar in your hands and wrap it around his neck, now looking at you, expression still harsh but this time it didn't scream murder [and then grabbed a shirt, thank the heavens]

× progress? making friends? good first impressions?

× na lol you wish but that's spoilers 👀

× the process of adoption went smoothly, and when I say smoothly I mean Robustus Dumbus Brutus behind both of you with his hand still on his gun while all the workers gathered around to see the crazy insane person that adopted The Devil™, the guy that told you about the sacrificing was actually filing the paperwork as fast as possible under the intense gaze of the wolf

× and Bakugou was standing very close to you, btw, like i can feel your body heat close

× he was compliant at first, when you got in the car you started rambling about your house and how he has a room while trying to take the collar off him but he grabbed your hands

× like insanely fast, one blink and firm grip on your hands

× "i ain't gon be your fuckin pet, understood?" he growled at you but made no movement to bolt and run away

× and you just wanted to roll your eyes cuz ok he can kill you anytime but like didn't he get the message when you screamed back there? [also there was this sense of security you had around him or maybe you were just really dumb]

× so when you said you weren't looking for a pet but to help someone and maybe a friend and roommate, he just narrowed his eyes at you

× suspish human, wild doggo no trust

× anywho he took the collar off himself [like extra fast] but you explained that you are going to get him a bracelet or something less degrading since he still needed something with the information tag to have on himself so police will know he's no stray and he wouldn't end in the same craphole again

× journey home was silent, like eery silent

× he just looked out the window intensely, you noticed how he focused on every sign and turn

× you considered asking him questions but honestly with his past you doubted he would even answer so you just started to ramble about your home, stuff you could do around the city [which caught his attention], items you'd have to go buy for him, like clothes, shampoo, any special food, the bracelet

× he stopped looking out the window and just looked at you

× ok he was intensely staring at your side, basically drilling a hole in your cheek with those crimson eyes and it was making you N e r v o u s because making new friends is hard when you're just vomiting monologs, all while driving

× buying things was awkward to say at least, special hybrid stores were rare and for a guy his size it was even more difficult to find anything, which ended up in getting normal clothes and deciding to adjust them for his tail

× while grocery shopping you discovered he actually knew very well what he wanted after a lot of questioning from you

× he finally sighed at your persistent act and just threw stuff in the shopping cart, a surprising amount of spices too

× now for the bracelet part... you decided to spend more on a code that could be scanned to identify him rather than the distasteful ones with name and who owns him

× good thing you planned ahead a long time ago and saved money but you did notice his sharp eyes on you whenever you paid

× and his grunts and judgemental looks at other people with hybrids

× it's as if he wanted to say something, anything, but was stopping himself, which lowkey worried you because from what you heard Bakugou's supposed to be very vocal

× maybe he was glad to be out of the shelter, you know you'd be

× you get home and he follows you to your house, again giving him another chance to bolt somewhere away from you but c'mon both of you knew he'd outrun you so why force him, just let him take his time

× "So this is your room" shook him to the core, legit he just stood silent in the hallway as you presented your house calmly

× sniffing around

× so much sniffing around, tail low while he checked every corner

× once he did decide to check his bedroom, he closed the door leaving you to set everything up

× what you didn't know is that he looked around, shaking with anger

× this is what normal people have?

× sat on the edge of the most confortable bed he's ever had and hoped the idiots of his friends managed to get something like this too

× and the shitshow began when you called him for dinner

× not enough salt, not enough spices

× he was a pain in the ass and as he let go, little by little you started to see him for who he was

× this, this was Bakugou Katsuki, the guy that started to scold you because of the seasoning of the food

× it formed a bond between you, the start of you seeing his real personality

× a Mom™

× slowly started owning the house, although you found it hilarious

× next day you found him cooking breakfast with such an ease it shocked you to the core

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" as he puts a plate of pancakes in front of your

× you just lowkey uwu when you realize he's waiting for your approval as you ate and I swear to you, best pancakes ever

× chest puffed when you complimented his food and this was the first time he mentioned something about his past; seems he had to cook for everyone at the fighting ring he was at, but he didn't mention more

× talking about his past took forever, putting together bits and pieces he mentioned, yet they were so little

× he'd go silent after mentioning his [what you assumed] friends

× if you asked or pressed too much he'd click his tongue or snap at you

× not everything was dandy though; yes, he was a good roommate, but he did have THE attitude

× but not as the people at the shelter made it to be, like he'd snap at you from time to time but it would get better as he'd start to trust you

× ok, ok, hear me out,,,,

× play with his hair

× it happened by accident; you started to have this tradition after a couple of months of living together: movie nights

× he really liked action stuff but both your dirty secret was watching those shitty horror movies and make fun of everyone in them, so every Friday Night was Movie Night

× he just threw himself on the couch and his hair looked puffy and those adorable wolf ears were twitching, you straightforwardly asked him if you could play with it

× [ask if you don't want your hand bit off]

× he scoffed

× silence

× when he nodded and looked away, you squealed and started scratching, just playing with his hair, mindlessly doing so while snickering at the TV when movement caught your attention

× he was wiggling his tail softly

× you guys never mentioned it but now he sits down on the sofa head close to you on a pillow and wait for them god sent scratches; will 100% roll his eyes and scoff at you when you start, acting like YOU want this

× TERRITORIAL AS FUCK

× seriously glares at whoever comes inside the house

× has a problem with every single soul since they dirty his home

× you don't notice it first but he finally starts calling your house home and that's the ultimate progress

× boy had a lot of hardships in his life so he appreciates what he has

× yet it is very, very hard to gain his trust at first

× when you finally do though? he's a loyal friend forever

× he's thankful to have you

× will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever tell you

× his actions speak for him

× you're part of his pack now

× but seriously wash the dishes or you'll die.

[nikkoliferous]

Phase One: Avengers (Part Two)

Apparently I had so much to comment on this crappy book that I had to break this up into two parts (you can read part one here). No, I have nothing to say for myself. Lol

Let’s continue.

Clint Barton and Loki’s hand-picked strike team were in a stolen Quinjet with a faked S.H.I.E.L.D. call sign, 26-Bravo. That got them close enough that by the time the air-traffic officer on the Helicarrier knew something was wrong, it was already too late.

Whoa whoa whoa. I thought you said Loki didn’t care about the details. I thought you said such things were beneath him. Make up your mind.

With a last heave and twist, she freed herself from the fallen beam and ran. At that moment, the Hulk turned and saw her. She vaulted up a stairway and onto the next level. The Hulk swiped at the stairway and shredded it into scrap metal. Loki had gotten what he wanted. He must have been trying to time it so he could manipulate Bruce into becoming the Hulk right as his soldiers came to attack the Helicarrier. The Hulk would do at least as much damage from the inside as the rogue Quinjet could do from the outside.

Yes. Yes, he did. Lol

Natasha kept running, and the Hulk came right behind her. For a moment, she thought she’d lost him, but then he came at her out of the shadows, roaring. He was like walking rage, a single-minded engine of destruction. She shot a hole in the pipe over his head. Steam shot out of it into the Hulk’s eyes, stopping him for just the moment she needed to get a head start. She ran as fast as she could, but she knew she wasn’t going to stay away from him for long. He came after her, smashing through bulkheads and doorways like they weren’t even there and roaring the whole time.

Mood, though.

Steve got to the edge of the turbine mount about the same time as Tony. “I’m here!” he called out.

“Good,” Tony said, dropping into view and hovering in the Iron Man armor to survey the wreckage. He had the suit on, and Steve could hear his voice through the earbud microphone all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel wore. At least that channel was still intact; if they lost communications, they’d be done for.

Convenient. Clint would absolutely know this, which means either 1) he's incompetent, 2) he's not as mind-controlled as we think, or 3) Loki allowed/arranged for his own team's semi-failure.Take your pick.

“What’s it look like in there?” Tony asked.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity,” Steve said.

Tony was shoving loose huge pieces of debris that prevented the turbine blades from rotating. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he said.

Steve fumed. He wasn’t here for technical support. But that was all he could do at the moment.

Ironic for Steve to call out Tony for being useless without his suit when Steve is apparently useless at anything other than beating people up. Lol

Tony stood inside the turbine housing, looking at the blades. He’d cleared most of the debris jamming the rotors. “Even if I clear the rotors,” he said, “this thing won’t reengage without a jump. I’m going to have to get in there and push.”

“If that thing gets up to speed, you’ll get shredded,” Steve said.

Hey hey hey now, I thought Tony wasn't the type of guy to sacrifice himself??

The Hulk stomped around the flight deck, roaring. He saw Thor and swung a fist twice the size of Thor’s head. Thor caught it in both hands, straining to hold both the Hulk’s arm and his attention. “We are not your enemies, Banner,” he grunted. “Try to think!”

Now, where have I heard that before...?

In answer, the Hulk punched him through the wall.

Jealous.

Thor got up and watched the Hulk coming after him. Now this was a fight! He held out a hand, waiting for Mjolnir to return to him. Mjolnir smashed through another wall and reached Thor’s hand just as the charging Hulk came within striking distance.

What's a little bloodlust between friends, amirite?

The Hulk caught the hammer, and a fierce grin spread over his face… then he toppled backward and Mjolnir pinned him to the floor of the hangar.

None but I can lift Mjolnir, Thor thought. Not even this giant.

Yes, yes. You're very special, Thor. We're all super impressed, promise.

“You like this?” Coulson asked, meaning the gun. “We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don’t know what it does.” He powered it up, and rings along its barrel glowed bright orange. “Want to find out?”

But Loki wasn’t there in front of him. Thor saw it too late to do anything. That Loki was an illusion… and the real Loki was behind Coulson.

Lokiception.

“You lack conviction,” Coulson said. He did not move from where he sat against the wall. Blood trickled at the corner of his mouth, and the enormous gun lay uselessly across his lap.

Of all the things Coulson might have said, this was perhaps the one Loki expected least. I have moved worlds out of conviction, he thought. Made bargains with beings who snuff out planets as an afterthought. “I don’t think I…”

"bargains"

“Tasha,” he said. “How many agents did I—?”

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.” Better than maybe anyone on the Helicarrier, Natasha Romanoff knew you couldn’t blame yourself for things you did while you were brainwashed. All you could do was try to heal and get things right the next time.

OH? DO TELL.

“Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I’ll give you that one,” Tony said. “But let’s do a head count here. Your brother the demigod, a Super-Soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend, a man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins… and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”

“That was the plan,” Loki said with a grin.

“Not a great plan,” Tony said.

YOU'RE RIGHT, TONY. IT'S AN OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE PLAN. NOW ASK YOURSELF WHY HE WOULD DO THAT ON PURPOSE.

“You’re missing the point!” he said, and his tone got sharper. “There’s no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us… but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be sure we’ll avenge it.”

Weeeeeell...

With those last words, he tapped Tony on the chest with his scepter, just has he had Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig. Nothing happened. The Arc Reactor in Tony’s chest countered the scepter’s effect.

Loki tried it again. “This usually works.…”

“Well,” Tony said, “best-laid plans. You know the saying.”

Uncomfortable with mild swear words and dick jokes, I see. Lol

Look at this!” Thor shouted, holding Loki and forcing him to gaze out over the destruction in the city. “You think this madness will end with your rule?”

“It’s too late,” Loki said. Thor thought he was beginning to understand what he had done. “It’s too late to stop it.”

“No,” Thor said. “We can. Together.”

Loki looked him in the eye… and then betrayed Thor again, stabbing him in the side with a knife hidden in his sleeve. Thor dropped to the ground, clutching the wound. “Sentiment,” Loki said mockingly.

OH MY GOD. HE'S MOCKING HIMSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE KNUCKLEHEAD. I swear to god, this author sat down and went, "Hmm. How can I systematically erase any and all complexity this character possesses so he's as generic a villain as possible?"

CASE IN POINT:

On a bridge, Cap huddled behind a destroyed car with the Black Widow and Hawkeye. “Lots of civilians trapped up there,” Hawkeye said, indicating the nearby buildings. A flight of Chitauri went over, and Cap noticed something different about one of them.

“Loki,” he said. He was shooting at the civilians fleeing through the streets. “They’re fish in a barrel down there.”

It can be admittedly hard to tell because most shots of the Chitauri vehicles firing on people are from too far away to tell who's piloting... but I checked the clips from the Battle of NY and the only person Loki can definitively be seen firing at is Natasha. On another Chitauri whatever-you-call-them. Not even aiming for the street.

Thor was still watching the Chitauri zipping overhead. “I have unfinished business with Loki.”

“Yeah?” Hawkeye said. “Get in line.”

“Save it,” Steve said. “Loki’s going to keep this fight focused on us, and that’s what we need. Otherwise those things could run wild. We’ve got Stark up on top—”

Almost as if... according to plan...

Look, I have historically not bought into the full "Loki formed the Avengers so he could lose on purpose" theory because I feel that it contradicts the canon explanation that he was being influenced by the sceptre. But... you'd have to be an absolute moron to think he wasn't sabotaging himself, whether accidentally or on purpose. I suppose one could argue that just because it was amplifying his negative emotions, that doesn't necessarily mean it prevented him from working against his "allies". But if it wasn't affecting his actions at all, I don't know why they'd bother to confirm the theory as canon.

Also, like... according to this book, Loki is somehow targeting civilians and not targeting civilians at the same time ?? lmao

“Dr. Banner,” Steve said. “Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”

Bruce was already walking toward the Leviathan. “That’s my secret, Captain,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m always angry.”

Same, tbh.

Thor reached the top of the Empire State Building and lifted Mjolnir. Storm clouds gathered and lightning struck down, hundreds of bolts reaching for Mjolnir. Thor turned the Empire State Building’s iconic spire into a lightning rod, gathering the force of the elements into it. Then he thrust Mjolnir in the direction of the portal. All the energy he had built up blazed out in a single forking bolt. It struck and destroyed every single Chitauri between the Empire State Building and the portal itself. Hundreds of them exploded and tumbled from the sky at once, including several of the Leviathans that tumbled down to smash into buildings below.

...so why didn't Thor just keep doing this for the rest of the battle? Too draining, or not exciting enough? Lol

Satisfied, Thor nodded and glanced over at the Hulk. Perhaps the scales were evened from their last fight against each other on the Helicarrier—

The Hulk shot out his left fist and smashed Thor all the way across the block-long gallery. Then it was his turn to look satisfied.

Jealous. Again.

Maybe that was just Loki, but Steve was starting to feel like the Chitauri were going to absorb every punch the Avengers could throw. They had to close that portal, or nothing was going to stop the invasion.

Well then. It sure is fortunate that Loki allowed Selvig to install a failsafe, huh?

Fury stood and listened to the World Security Council explain that they had decided to take the operation out of his hands. They were going to use a nuclear missile to destroy the Tesseract and close the portal—but at the cost of untold civilian lives. Fury protested as strongly as he could and one of the councilors cut him off. “Director Fury. The Council has made a decision.”

These crazy motherfuckers would have killed so many more people than Loki it's not even funny.

...and tbh, it probably wouldn't even have destroyed the Tesseract, so they would have killed them for literally no reason too.

The Hulk paused, confused.

“You are, all of you, beneath me!” Loki raged.

Not yet, sir, but I would very much like to be. 😏

She knelt next to him and said, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

Selvig digested this for a moment and then said, “Actually I think I did. I built in a safety to cut the power source.”

Of note and as alluded to previously:

1) The mind control over Barton and Selvig was not absolute either; therefore, if they are not responsible for their actions over the course of this movie, Loki is not responsible for his either.

2) If The Other could hear everything Loki was up to, it's very likely that Loki could hear everything Barton and Selvig were up to as well. Meaning that, at a minimum, he knew about the failsafe and did nothing about it.

The missile had a lot of momentum built up, and Tony’s Mark 7 suit was not operating at full capacity after the amount of energy he’d expended in the battle already. It was no easy task to get the missile angled up sharply enough to clear the tallest buildings in Midtown—especially Stark Tower. That was where the missile seemed to want to go. So, Tony thought, the World Security Council is jealous of me, too.

Look, I get that he's mostly just being witty, but seriously... this dude is out here accusing Loki of being an egomaniac? Lol

He got underneath the missile and angled it upward, straining against its stabilizers, which tried to keep it on course. But slowly he forced it up, and once he got its warhead pointed at an angle, pushing it into a steeper climb got easier. A little.

Steve Rogers’s voice broke his concentration. “Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip?”

So... you're admitting you were wrong, then? 🙃

The Avengers looked up. On the roof of Stark Tower, Natasha said, “Come on, Stark.”

They saw the explosion through the portal, brilliant as a new sun. There was no way Tony could have survived that.

I was wrong about him, Steve thought. When the time came, he did make the sacrificial play.

Thanks, Steve. That's really all I wanted.

Loki had just gotten himself put back together enough to get out of the hole in the floor. Painfully he dragged himself toward the door. Never had a mortal damaged him as much as that green monster. He would be healing for a long time.

He's literally in better shape now than when he came through the portal. And the author made zero mention of his health there.

But heal he would, and then he would have his revenge. Even though the portal had collapsed and he had lost the Tesseract. Even though his Chitauri army was destroyed. Loki would show the so-called Avengers they never should have opposed him.

Raise your hand if you watched Avengers and thought Loki was thinking about revenge right after getting Hulk-smashed. Why aren't any of you raising your hands??

Seriously, there are two emotions I felt from Loki at the end of Avengers Assemble: relief and anxiety. I have no idea why Alex Irvine is so intent on turning him into a boring, one-dimensional villain, but it made this book absolutely insufferable to read.

Anyway, that's it! I hope you all found this as entertaining and cathartic as I did. Lol

↩️ Back to Part One

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 35

💖first time reader click here💖

Reader and Eddie going on their mission. They're all morons, okay? Some canon-typical violence, bad guys being bad guys. You guys can see that I treat the fighting plot points as total crack, right?

Eddie Brock was pissed, at the Avengers mostly - for not telling him of my accident - but also at me, for the fact that I didn't call him sooner. Venom had taken over at some point, eager to participate in my plan - and it I was being honest, my uncle's space boo was the one I had relied on to participate in the mayhem that was to be caused to finally let my family breathe in peace.

The Avengers wore various expressions of guilt when an angry Eddie stormed the tower, berating them for not getting into contact with him when I was in danger. Venom growled at them, too, just the right amount of teeth and drool for Tony to quickly usher me out to 'take a walk, have some fun, build a snowman' with uncle Eddie and Venom. It was almost too easy, too predictable. The guilt that reared it's ugly head was stomped down by me and two glasses of whiskey in Eddie's rented Airbnb as I went into the fine details of my plan.

Both I and Eddie were equally surprised when Venom dropped their sarcastic, angsty teenager attitude and approached the topic with maturity, giving valuable input. The goth space goo was much, much smarter than their first impressions showed. I belatedly remembered their remark about being an apex predator species... Scary.

The plan was pretty simple.

Eddie was a professional investigative reporter and an unregistered mutant, his files being hidden so deeply due to the alien nature of the symbiote that it was unlikely that underground gangs would have any idea as to who he truly was. His involvement with SHIELD was buried under so much red tape, even Coulson himself had very little idea about Eddie's body-mate.

My uncle would sniff around the mutant underworld, just enough to catch a whiff of the mercenary's whereabouts. It should be enough if he was as famous as Natasha claimed him to be. And if it wasn't enough... I'd be bait. I doubt that the merc knew the box has been retrieved and secured; every now and then, I still caught chatter about the SHIELD agents trailing me catching a person sent to monitor me. They weren't even trying to hide that hard.

I had my suspicions SHIELD was indirectly using me as bait, too, and both Eddie and Venom were inclined to agree with the notion. Over beers and ridiculous amount of chocolate cake, a third side of the operation Baby Thief had been formed. SHIELD played their own game, the Avengers and SI threw a ridiculous amount of resources on their own and then there was me and Eddie, two halves of a whole idiot.

For once, the plan didn't go south immediately off the bat. Eddie and Venom got the information - there was a lot of uproar in the mutant community, rumours about an artifact that would let them assume their rightful place in the world, pushing the pesky humans off their pedestal. I definitely supported mutant rights - but the common notion that violence was necessary to achieve the recognition of said rights didn't sit well with me at all. Eddie agreed with me, his own curiousity pushing him to dig deeper into the situation.

My uncle could be a brilliant investigative reporter with the proper motivation and his significant other at the side. I could never tire of Venom's stories: each and every time they saved Eddie from making a clown out of himself was remembered, documented and brought up at the quickest available opportunity. I haven't laughed so hard in months.

The positives of our plan? We got a hot trail and enough information to know about the mercenary's whereabouts. We possessed the manpower needed to off him in record time, Venom eagerly offering his digestive system for our convenience.

The negatives? We'd need to bring me. Apparently there was a hefty bounty on my pretty little head and the merc himself had given up trying to chase me, hiring a bunch of muscle to do the legwork for him instead. The mercenary, a man who went by the nickname Cadre, was an ex-shield agent, who knew enough to successfully avoid the organisation following hot on his heels.

And neither SHIELD, nor Tony nor Eddie knew who had ordered the retrieval of the artifact. The mysterious person had deep pockets: all of the men were supplied with high grade weaponry and the mutants participating in the missions had equipment specifically tailored to their powers.

Perhaps, I wasn't as clever as I wanted myself to be. There was something big and ugly brewing and the bounty on my head was just the tip of the iceberg. But what was done, was done, and Venom was looking forward to a hefty meal and we set the date of Eddie "kidnapping" me in a few days time.

I hoped I'd make it home for Christmas.

The biggest surprise was that nobody suspected anything. Not even Natasha's watchful eye and inherent knowledge of shit about to be stirred - somehow, Nat always just knew those things - had revealed itself and that's how I knew it was absolutely necessary for me to be successful. There was no room for failure. In the day before my planned trip to Cadre's lair, I forced the team into a movie night and took extra time with everybody, seeing as even the most cheerful people - Thor and Wanda - walked around with sullen faces for most of the time. Perhaps, deep down, I knew that chances of my plan going awry were pretty damn high.

It felt like I was leaving for war. And perhaps, I was. The nervous, anxious energy increased as the hour X drew closer and I couldn't hide it anymore. My insomnia wore Tony's face: I could see his disappointment as clear as day, but I figured he'd forgive me for the betrayal eventually. Every single thing I hid from my newfound family made me feel a traitor. Unfortunately, there was simply no other option.

That afternoon, Eddie picked me up from the tower and drove me to one of the hideouts that belonged to Cabre. He'd tied my hands together and blindfolded me, all for show of course, whilst Venom briefly connected with my body to induce a drowsy state of mind. I didn't actually mind to be drugged and was way more wary of the symbiote's effects on my body but the space pudding extended his tentacles so quickly, I barely had the time to even swear at them.

To my (and their) surprise, it wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. In my hazy state, I briefly head Venom growl that I could be a decent short-term host if something would to happen with Eddie; I did not know how that information made me feel but did not disregard it completely. I was out of my depth on this one yet marched on towards the danger with grim determination.

"Here's the girl," Eddie's voice penetrated through the curtain of chemicals that Venom had dosed me with; I was tossed none too gently on what felt like a mattress, the landing haphazard but not painful. Venom must've dulled my pain receptors, too. "Where's our money?"

I was unceremoniously groped, my face examined by a man with ice-cold hands. Whatever he found, he deemed it satisfactory. "I'm impressed," He whistled. "We've been trying to get her for months. Care to share how you achieved this?" The strange man sounded suspicious.

"WE HAVE OUR OWN TRICKS," Venom's deep voice filled out the room like thick smoke and I just knew that the man who had been groping me was twitching in discomfort. "SO?"

"Alright, alright," The man mumbled, voice unsteady. My drowsiness slowly began to recede and I finally could focus my eyes somewhat; Eddie was partially obscured by the writhing, onyx mass of his symbiote and the man was dialing up the phone, speaking in a rapid-fire dialect I did not know. "Cabre will be here in an hour. Care for a beer?" Just like that, the man was obviously attempting to placate Eddie.

"HOT CHOCOLATE," Venom announced flatly and I had to struggle to hold back my laughter at the image of a seven feet tall tentacle monster sipping hot cocoa from a tiny porcelain cup. My nerves had me feeling ten types of way, as usual, and props to Ven making me unable to speak. I would have already killed myself by running my mouth ten times over.

The hour passed by with me floating in my mindsphere, Eddie loudly playing Candy Crush on his phone and Venom consuming ridiculous amounts of hot chocolate. It was absurd and the eerie calm was beginning to make me suspicious; I had expected... More. Threatening thugs with guns, experiments, blood tests and physical violence. Instead, the man who met with Eddie was sitting with a vacant, bored expression as he practiced card tricks in the corner furthest away from Venom.

Finally, a knock on the door forced all of us to pay attention to the newcomer. It was a tall, massively built man in his early forties. His face was covered in scars, narrow red lines that looked like small cuts; one of his eyes was completely black while the other was blue. He looked like the man at the coffee shop but at the same time, nothing like him at all.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," His voice was low and quiet. If not for the heavyweight weapon hanging over his shoulder, I would have considered him to be one of those men who only look threatening but actually are gentle giants. With steps too quiet for a man his size, he approached me, crouching down to look me in the face. "Hello, child. I've been looking for you for a long time. It's a shame we had to meet this way," He removed the strands of hair sticking to my face. For all purposes, his touch could have been considered fatherly. "Richard, bring the money." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the man who was babysitting me and Eddie and he promptly disappeared behind the steel door.

"Hello," Eddie briefly shook his hands with Cabre after the merc left me alone. I noted Venom had disappeared into the reporter's body completely. "We are Venom," Eddie introduced himself (they introduced themselves?).

"Cabre," The Merc watched my honorary uncle with a sharp eye, taking note of Eddie's lack of weapons, his worn clothes and the shaggy hair, the bags under his eyes. "Tell me, Venom, what do you know of this child?"

"Not much," Eddie shrugged, convincingly. "Just that the Avengers picked her up for some reason and locked her up in Stark's tower. We're guessing she didn't like it much 'cuz she kept sneaking out and trying to shake off the tail. Had to go through quite a few SHIELD agents to get to her," Just like we agreed, Eddie spoke with slight disdain towards Tony and SHIELD, making sure to let Cabre believe he was on the mutants' side. "We just need the money, man. Not many people will hire us," To top it up, Eddie spread his arms, showing his skin ripple and move on it's own prominently under his ratty t-shirt. Atta boy!

Cabre appeared to have bought the lie, chuffing sympathetically, before pulling out a tablet and typing on it. "Well, not for long. My superiors have found an artifact that, if unlocked properly, will render most of the technology suppressing mutant powers useless. They won't be able to get rid of us that easily anymore."

Eddie nodded eagerly, for all purposes appearing to be ecstatic about the news. "Yeah, heard some rumors here and there. Well, you and your superiors know where to find me. I could always go with some extra cash," He scratched his head, carefully watching Cabre's fingers dance on the keyboard. "What's the kid got to do with it anyway? Seems like an ordinary spoiled brat to me," Eddie threw me a look, blinking twice. The fatigue and wariness, courtesy of Venom, had begun to recede quite some time ago; with Eddie's signal, I knew the shitshow was about to start very soon.

Eddie was smart, however, finding out the bits of information SHIELD hadn't bothered to disclose to me. The residue that the cursed box had left in me was removed, so I could not understand why SHIELD was still guarding me. There had to have been another reason, a reason that neither of us knew for sure.

Cabre paused his typing. "We've been watching her for years. She's a genius. We were hoping she could help us solve a few problems..." The merc paused to rub the bridge of his nose. "We tried to get her to come willingly but her parents forbade her from it. My superiors suggested to use the artifact but something malfunctioned." For all purposes, Cabre was looking apologetic. "I am not overly fond of kidnapping children but some things just need to be done." With that, the man turned around, landing his eyes on me. "Glad to see you're up and about." Something about his smile was unnatural, forced, malicious.

"Charmed to meet you," I sat up, dazed and confused about the turn of events. The things he was saying, they didn't add up. I hadn't received any requests for my participation in ANY kind of project, illlegal or not. No scholarships, no internship offers. Something was very, very wrong.

As soon as Cabre's back was turned, Venom enveloped Eddie, turning themselves into the seven feet tall outer space monstrosity I had seen on the first day. Their combined form was terrifying - but Cabre's fingers merely twitched at the rapid change of the situation as he took slow steps towards me. "Hmm," His voice still quiet, he once again crouched in front of me. "You fought us off once but we are many. There is nowhere to run, child," Cabre's eyes began to darken, his speech turning flat.

I recognized the speech pattern, recalled the expressionless, vacant face that stared at me. Cabre was infected with the Legion from the cursed box; I hadn't prepared for that, hadn't even regarded that, thinking the little epic speech the demon had given me was a mere intimidation tactic. Fear bloomed within me, opening it's jaws like a hungry Venus flytrap but I refused to succumb to it, clenching my fists against the waves of paralyzing terror.

Venom made a confused growling noise behind me, extending a tentacle to push Cabre away; with a sickeningly wet splat, their whole form collided with the opposite wall, sliding down it like a puddle of misshapen goop. "MORSEL, GET OUT." The symbiote growled, reforming itself back.

"Silence, beast!" Cabre shrieked, unstrapping his weapon and aiming it at Venom. No bullets came out as he pressed the trigger but my ear started ringing, eyes watering as the whole form of the symbiote began to morph and ripple. Pained groans and whines came from them. A sonic gun?

"Screw you, man," I attempted to draw Cabre's attention to myself by kicking out a leg towards the gun, disrupting his arm briefly. Things were going to shit faster than a party full of teenagers and alcohol. "Fuck you, listen, FUCK YOU!" I knew antagonizing people was my best skill and that's what I did, figuring the time needed for Venom to reassemble themself could be acquired if Cabre was pissed off enough at me.

The backhand hurt, not going to lie. I saw stars from that one sloppy hit the possessed merc delivered to my face. The adrenaline rush allowed me to stay somewhat coherent and just like that time when I was trapped in my nightmares, I dove for Cabre, winding myself around him as both of us landed on the floor in a heap of limbs.

Despite my best hopes, Venom remained a puddle of black on the floor. I saw something shiny attach itself to Eddie's chest; apparently that something prevented them from combining into one again. My smaller size proved to be a great advantage; I remembered Venom's words about being a suitable short-term host and with a shriek, I placed my palm into the nearest piece of symbiote I could reach, my vision being obscured by blackness a second later.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #457

“blue are the words i say and what i think  /  blue are the feelings that live inside of me”

Do you buy your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret? No. That shit is so overpriced and not for my size group. Would you ever use an online dating service? I never would again. Are you good at multitasking? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Have you ever eaten Frosted Mini Wheats? Ugh, those are so gross. What does your bikini look like? You think THIS bitch wears a bikini??????????????????????? Does age really matter in a relationship? To an extent, yes. How much does the last person you kissed mean to you? I honestly don't even know if I'd be here without her. Almost like magic, Sara popped back into my life right after I returned home from the hospital following my suicide attempt. She helped make recovery possible as a solid source of support. Do you use lotion? Not NEARLY enough. My skin is so dry; I need to. Do you believe in teenage love? I experienced it deeply and thoroughly, so yes. Have you ever sat on the roof of your house? No. Do you like Sublime? I like that one popular one of theirs. "Santaria" or whatever it's called? What’s your favorite movie genre? Paranormal horror, especially the "found footage" type. It's creepy to imagine it being actually real. Is there a celebrity that you’d be willing to have a one night stand with? If he was single? I know in my gut I would lmaooooo Do you want to live in your current town the rest of your life? OH MY GOD PLEASE NO If you found out today your best friend was gay what would you do? She's demisexual, so. She can like anybody. If you could get a pet for free today-what kind/what name? A tegu, because it wouldn't need an enclosure that I don't have. I'd let it free roam. God, I can only imagine Roman's reaction. How many people have you slept with? If you mean what I think you do by "slept," one. Do you ever wish you had a family business to become a part of? Not really. What’s the most gruesome way you could come up with to kill someone? Hunny, have you seen my dark RP????? The world best be glad I'm a pacifist lmfao Do you think anyone deserves to die that way? I don't believe in torture, so no. If you had to fight for survival, what would your weapon of choice be? A gun, I guess? I'd want something with range and that's quick. I wanted to say a bow and arrow, but preparing another arrow after shooting once could really cost you your life. Where did you buy your favorite pair of jeans? I don't wear jeans anymore. Do you have a large dog? We don't have a dog, period. If not, are you afraid of them? No, I love big 'ole puppos!!!!! I just don't wanna own a dog myself. Are you good at playing darts? Holy fuck no, I have NO hand-eye coordination. I once stabbed the guy at a balloon popping booth thing with a dart in the arm, if that tells you anything, ooooooooooof. Do you like breaded chicken sandwiches? YESSSSSSSSS omg Do your parents know that/if you smoke? They know that I don’t. Have you ever been under a blacklight? Omg so in elementary school, we did this thing once where we all washed our hands as best we could and then put them under some sort of light (maybe a blacklight, idk???) to see JUST how resilient germs are. You gotta scrub the fuck out ya hands, people. How many pounds do you want to lose? I'd rather not share a number, but a lot. What’s your favorite natural phenomenon? The Northern Lights. Do you snore? Very surprisingly for someone with sleep apnea like mine, I actually don't. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? Off the very top of my head, one, but it's spelled differently. I KNOW I know of a shitload more Brittanys, though. Is it possible you could be pregnant? Well, I haven't been intimate with a man in years and just finished my period, so like- Could you go a day without texting? I go most days without texting. Do you have a step-parent? My dad is remarried, so yes. If so, do you get along with them? She's EXTREMELY Christian, so her beliefs wildly disagree with mine, but I keep my mouth shut a lot just to keep the peace. She IS a very sweet woman, nevertheless, and am glad she and my dad are so happy together. Does your current/last job require that you wear a uniform? My last job (which lasted not even two hours lol) did. When will your driver’s license expire? My permit has been expired for like... two years. Do you live in an apartment? No. If the last person you kissed proposed to you what would you say? That's too wild a concept to even imagine. I'd probably ask if she was okay lmao. Would you ever get back with one of your exes? Weeeelp, I want to get back together with Girt. Pretty badly. Write a foreign word, and what it means: "Schadenfreude" is a German term that essentially means secondhand embarrassment, but it doesn't have a perfect translation. Is there an ex you think about everyday? Inevitably. That's PTSD, my friends. Who is the last person that you said I love you to, besides family members? Sara. What's the worst thing you have ever said to anyone? Something along the lines of "no one could ever love you like I do." It boils my blood just typing that; I considered even deleting this question. That quote right there is fucking manipulation, even IF I thoroughly believed it. Who was the last person to comment one of your pictures? I don't feel like looking. Do you tend to go for older or younger when looking for someone to date? It's weird, I'm into slightly older-than-me guys, but probably girls who are barely a bit younger than me. Have you ever been used? I don't think so. Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? Like I've said in plenty of surveys: Jason is probably a permanent fixture. But also as of the past two days, Girt's been living up there. I went from "hmmm I just don't know how I feel" to "FUCK I want to talk to him about how stupidly into him I am right this fucking INSTANT" pretty goddamn fast. It kinda scares me just because of how extreme my feelings are. Again. That's only ever gotten me hurt. Buuuut let's not get into that. Have you ever got caught cheating on a test? No, because I've never tried to. Will your next kiss be a mistake? I hope it won't be. But it's not like I know the future. Have you ever worn an oxygen mask? Actually yes, when I was young and thought I was having an asthma attack or something. Mom had one for her own asthma. Then I obviously wore one for surgery. What song do you want to be played at your funeral? "Paradise" by Coldplay is absolutely #1. How many swear words are in the song you’re listening to? I'm not listening to music; I'm back to watching Gab play Sekiro. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? Black. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same sex, and if so, who? Yeah, just Sara. Who did you last tell to ‘shut up’? Ha, I think my WoW friend Lyndsey, but only playfully, of course. We pick fun at each other all the time. Would you ever get a tattoo of a boyfriend/girlfriend's name? NOOOOOOOOO. Are you one of those girls who already have baby names picked out? I know what I'd name my kids IF I actually wanted any, yeah, but I don't. Do you think guys with long hair are attractive? Yessss, I love long hair on guys. Are any of your siblings taller than you? I think Ashley is a liiiiil bit taller? I know my brother is, for sure. Have you ever scared someone so badly that they cried? Yikes, no. When was the last time you wore high heels? Boy oh boy, no idea. Is there someone that you want to hurt right now? Jeez, no thanks. What was the most interesting or colorful birthday cake you’ve had? I don't remember, but I'm sure something from childhood. What was the last thing someone bought you? Was it expensive? Mom bought me food from McD's, which obviously isn't expensive. Do you have any interesting moles anywhere you don’t want people to know of? No. Have you ever gotten high or drunk in a really formal place? Strong "no" there. Do you ever write poetry and post it on any certain websites? On the very rare occasion I write poetry and actually like it, I'll sometimes post it on dA. What do you miss most about your childhood? Actually, genuinely having fun and not dealing with fucking anhedonia. Would you like to know the precise date of your future death? Hell no. Do you photograph well? I'd like to hope so. Are there any animals you flat out refuse to touch? Maggots and similar bug larvae. What super power would you refuse, if it was offered to you, and why? Mind reading. It just sounds... awful and overwhelming. What’s your favorite discontinued product that you wish would come back? Oh, I KNOW I have answers to this, just none are coming to me immediately and I don't feel like sitting here for five minutes thinking about it. If adults had show and tell, what would you bring into work? My snek! :') If you had a reset button for the last 10 years, would you press it? Tempting, but... I don't think I would. I cannot go through how deep my depression was again. Who is someone you would never swear in front of? My nieces and nephew. Yes, I don't believe in profanity being a "thing" and is just a stupid human fabrication, but nevertheless I acknowledge societal standards and expectations, and they're way too young to get when you shouldn't say something like that and why. Have you ever won a contest or competition? A few. Who is your favorite TV character? I don't think I really have one? Do you coo over other people’s babies? Not really, no. Sometimes I'll think they're super cute and be like "awww," but I don't like... squeal and spaz like some people do. What is something that makes you very squeamish? VOMIT. Has there been a celebrity death that really affected you? Steve Irwin got me deeper than anyone else. Chester Bennington hit real hard, too. If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? Most of my closest ones, yes, at least via Facebook. What’s a movie that you want to see? Old movie, but Jacob's Ladder. It was a massive influence on Silent Hill, so naturally, I'll probably love it. It's a classic, anyway. Do you use the same username everywhere online or do you have a lot? I use "Ozzkat" in most places, but I do have some other ones for different sites. Who was the last person you know who became pregnant? My friend Ana recently revealed she's expecting her second child, a boy. What fad were you actually into? I have zero clue. Have you ever tailgated? Would you want to? Fuck no. That's how so many wrecks happen. My sister legit got in a wreck with an 18-wheeler mostly because she was tailgating (which she does BADLY); she was trying to pass, and he moved over at the same time because he couldn't see her coming around. It's a borderline miracle she got out with only some cuts, bruises, and a seatbelt burn. Have patience, people. Get off cars' asses. Why did you fall for the last person romantically? Look, don't get me started on this. There are a shitload of reasons and I have been way too emotional over this the past few days laksdfja;lwke What’s the last thing you had to eat? A bagel w/ cream cheese for breakfast. Do you ever pick up your house phone? We don't have a landline phone. Truth be told, are you more into looks or personalities the most? Personalities, for sure. I cannot be into you if your personality isn't attractive.

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 96

Chapter Summary -  Danielle and Tom go for lunch with Kenneth Branagh.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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“Ready?”

“Tom, I am having kittens, of course, I am not ready,” Danielle informed him as she walked up the steps of the central London hotel.

“Why do you say such peculiar phrases?” Tom laughed.

“It was either say that or go for a non-PG comment.” She stated.

“Fair enough, it does not make it any less odd of a statement.” He pulled her to him. “Kenneth is a lovely man, honestly, just be yourself, don’t fret and it will be fine.”

“He is the one that got you the Thor gig, isn’t he?”

“Yes, I was fortunate to get Wallander with him, then he directed Thor, he told me the job and I applied, as Thor, but as soon as he saw it was me, he gave me Loki’s script, and the rest, as they say, is history.” He grinned. “Wouldn’t it be odd if he is the one that gets you the ability to do as you wanted and work for yourself?”

“We’d owe him a lot.”

“Everything.”

“Not everything, I mean, if you did not put your heart and soul into Loki, then it would not have mattered, as it stands, your performance has made him the undeniable King of Marvel villains. You did that, but yes, without Branagh saying to take the script, it would all not matter.” She pointed out. Inhaling deeply, she stopped outside the restaurant. “Jesus, this is hard.”

Tom watched as she readied herself, breathing deeply to try and prevent her nerves showing. “Elle,” She looked at him. “You are incredibly dedicated and you have had nothing but amazing things said about you by your previous employers, you will do wonderfully at this.” He smiled encouragingly.

“I know, but this is big. I mean Game of Thrones is big, obviously, but a war movie, Tom, you did War Horse, think of that with more weapons, it’s going to be a logistical and hazard shit-storm, if I get it right, I am leapfrogging steps again, if I get it wrong, it is actually dangerous.” She paced slightly. “What is wrong with me, I was never this anxious before.”

“I don’t know, but you have no reason to worry, just breathe.” She did as he instructed. “Ready?” She nodded slightly. Taking her hand in his, Tom walked into the restaurant. The Maître d’ smiling politely at them as they did. “Branagh table.”

“Of course, Mr Hiddleston, this way.” The man brought two menus and a wine list and escorted the pair to a small alcove in the very corner of the restaurant, slightly hidden from the rest of the patrons.

There in the corner was Branagh, a thick file in front of him, as well as a tablet, looking over something. As though sensing someone was approaching, he looked up from his work. It took only a moment for him to recognise who it was and he rose to his feet. “Tom.” He walked around the table and embraced the younger man fondly. “How are you?”

“Great, it’s great to see you, you look well, what’s new with you?”

“Well, getting this off the ground.” He pointed to the file in front of him before looked to Danielle, “I can assume you are Ms Hughes?” he reached out to shake her hand, his face one of politeness and friendliness.

“Yes, thank you for considering me, Mr Branagh.” She took his hand and shook.

“You’re Irish?” He seemed somewhat surprised.

Remembering that she had read somewhere that his family came from the North during the Troubles, Danielle was worried for a moment that her Southern accent and nationality would be an issue. “Yes, Galway.”

“Lovely spot, went there on holidays a few times, especially Connemara, never could understand a word they said, most of it was in Irish, I loved it, never got to learn it though.”

“I grew up there, it’s taught from preschool when it’s all you hear six hours a day, it becomes second nature, I still do sums in Irish in my head.” She admitted, relieved that he seemed to be unbothered by her nationality.

“Fair dues, well, let’s order something to eat and talk business then, alright? Order whatever you want, the studio is paying.” He winked.

“Dangerous words.” Tom joked as he and Danielle sat down and looked at the menu. As soon as he read the first main course, he knew what Danielle would have, he smiled when he glanced to the side to see her focus on that order and none other.

“Stop, we could get you the side of a cow and you’ll still be as lithe as you are.” Kenneth dismissed. “There’s nothing on you. We were in Sweden, filming Wallander, and he put away a 14-ounce steak, honestly.” Branagh explained to Danielle.

“I remember, when I first came over, he was at his mam's, and I had cooked a lasagne, I cook big meals and freeze them, handier, and he polished off half a family-sized dish of it, then an hour later, I swear to God, comes in and grouses to his mum that he was hungry,” Danielle added.

Branagh nodded. “I’d well believe it. So, you know each a while then?” He looked between the pair interestedly.

“Six years.” Tom answered, “we finally only got our acts together back in October.”

“Well, better late than never,” Kenneth beamed.

The waitress arrived and both men paused for a moment, silently expecting Danielle to go first. She had read before that politely yet firmly assuming control was a coveted trait in set personnel of higher roles, so smiling courteously, she looked to the waitress. “May I have a goat’s cheese to start and then the duck, all the trimmings please and I am fine with just water, thank you.” The waitress took her menu, then looked to the men.

Tom grinned, knowing Danielle would never decline duck. He ordered his own food as well as a sparkling water before Branagh ordered his own.

“Good to see someone in film not afraid to actually eat,” Branagh commented. Danielle said nothing back, “I don’t mean that in an offensive manner.”

“I assumed not,” Danielle smiled. “My mother would go insane if she thought I had started starving myself.”

“All Irish mothers are prone to that.” Branagh agreed. “So,” he turned on the screen of the tablet. “The general premise, as you can imagine, is fairly simple, planes, tanks, guns and ships, ground soldiers and civilians; what I wanted to do, and that is why I was hoping for Lucas, but am very relieved he sent you to me since he is otherwise disposed of, is I want to perform a series of shot that incorporates the city bombings also. So…”

“St Pauls with the incendiaries, Balham station, the parts of London that nearly were burnt away, general destruction, and if I am not mistaken, you even mentioned Belfast and Dublin.”

“Yes,” Branagh beamed, elated that she seemed to get his idea. “You did your homework.”

“Didn’t need to, my father was an avid history lover and I spent most days he had a few hours off watching documentaries, willingly or otherwise.” She admitted. “I have to confess I still watch them now.”

“Brilliant, then you know the scale we are talking about.”

Tom knew a lot about film, RADA taught him more than just acting, it taught him a plethora of behind the camera work also, directing, producing, camera work, and such things, but what Danielle was talking about, the detail and her terminology made him realise he knew nothing of her job. He remembered the times stunt coordinators were working with him in different shows and movies, they were meticulous yet focused on the task, in truth, he rarely heard of safety officers before, they were simply just there. Danielle’s pace of talk and her focus on what Branagh had said he wanted showed she was incredibly capable and astute to the details of her job.

By the time the food came, Branagh had declared that he would have the studio send out her contract and that she need not worry about flights and accommodation, she was sorted where needed. “I am delighted that Lucas told me about you, you have no idea the sheer level of naysayers there are that will not even consider such ideas.”

“Probably frightened of the paperwork,” Danielle commented. She had noted such working with others, the loathed the paperwork, she thrived on it, used to having to go into detail with being a paramedic.

“I think so.”

“Excuse me a moment please.” Danielle rose from her chair and walked to the bathroom. She had not wanted to go, but she could tell that Tom was somewhat lost in the conversation that was taking place and she wanted to let him speak with his friend, so she went away for a moment to allow it to happen. Standing in front of the mirror in the women’s bathroom, she checked her hair and makeup. She had not done much, just put her hair back in a clip and made sure her face was somewhat tidy. She smiled at the outfit she had chosen, neat and yet not making her seem like she was in her fifties, Tom had looked at her with a surprised, yet approving smile when she came down after her shower before they left. Satisfied that she had left it long enough, she turned to return to the men.

"I don’t think I have heard of you being serious with someone since Thor,” Kenneth noted after Danielle left the room.

“I have not been,” Tom admitted.

“I take it she is someone very special then.”

Tom couldn’t help but smile. “She is.”

“How do you feel about her leaving for work?”

“What can I say, I was gone for three weeks not too long ago, I am leaving again in April and will be doing other work this year. It would be a tad rich of me to be against her leaving for work. Besides, you have not seen how hard she works, Danielle is dedicated to her work and loves it, I could never even consider asking her to stop and she would be the same. We have to juggle it, the same as everyone else in the business.”

“It’s not easy, but it can work; as long as you don’t do what I did and mess up,” Branagh warned. “I screwed up before.”

“Most everyone has,” Tom pointed out. “I spent so long pretending I didn’t love Elle, that I almost lost the chance to ever have her.”

“Well, it worked out in the end.” Branagh smiled. “Lucas Waters is a very hard man to get approval from, why do you think your girl has him ringing me demanding I take her?”

“Elle apparently made him feel foolish, she tore his work apart.”

“I am aware of that, but this is a closed shop Tom, our side of things has limited breakouts but behind the scenes, you have to all but sell your soul to breakthrough, what is it she has that made a man who has crushed many a dream and studio’s hearts ringing me and tell me no one else is worth my while?” Branagh looked to Tom for the answer. “What about her makes you want to be around her?”

“She is incredibly strong-willed, not in a stubborn manner, though she can be when needed, but when others would have shied away, she kept going. She is intelligent, as you have seen, she is an avid reader, so her knowledge about what you need for this movie, that is all her, no brown-nosing, she genuinely reads that much.”

“Shakespeare?” Branagh asked with a smile.

“Yeats, Shakespeare, Wilde, all of them and more, she will check the documentary channels long before she ever looks at anything else on TV other than sport. She has self- motivation, she does triathlons as well as work. When she injured her wrist at Christmas, she did not let that hamper her, she went straight to studying for this, in under two months, she went through a six-month course.” Branagh nodded. “She is an incredible person, she does not alter herself for others, the woman you have been sitting across from for the past hour is the same woman that will sit on the couch beside me later with our dog watching TV talking happily about the show she recorded last night at some obscure hour of the night.” Tom smiled as he recalled the excited squeak Danielle had made when something she wanted to watch was on late last night. “She is not afraid to be herself and sometimes that means not agreeing with you, she will fight for what she believes in, even if it means risking things she loves because it is right.”

Branagh noticed Tom swallow at that. “What did she do?”

“Made me see sense, but to do that, she had to risk everything, but she did it, hurting herself to do so.”

“It was worth it though.”

“I think so.” Tom smiled. “You won’t be disappointed, you’ll see that this Lucas guy saw, what other people she has worked with have seen. She is amiable, hardworking and will not disappoint, I promise.”

“Any woman that has you speaking about ‘our’ dog must be something serious and special.”

“Are you happy with what she is talking about?”

“I trust Lucas, I have worked with him for years when he said this is the person, I trusted his instincts, having met her, I can see she is incredibly able. Her line of work is male-dominated and she is better than most every one of them.” Tom smiled proudly. “So, how is Loki these days, I read he is coming out again this year?” Branagh asked, a smug smile on his face.

*

Tom parked the car in the driveway, they had said hardly anything since they had left the restaurant, but the mood was pleasant. He took the keys out of the ignition and looked at Danielle, who was staring straight ahead. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she nodded, not looking at him. “Just daunted.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything he wants, rubble, flooded tube stations, the weapons,” She started laughing slightly. “I am going to go grey.”

“You will not, you heard him, you will have your own team.”

“I cannot believe I am heading a team,” she shook her head in disbelief before the smile fell from her face. “What if they don’t respect what I say because I am a woman?”

Tom’s brows knitted together. “You know that’s not going to happen; if it does, there are protocols to go through.”

“I know,” she leant in against him “I am just wondering how I will make their murders seem like an accident.”

Immediately Tom started laughing. “Yes, that can be bothersome.” He kissed her temple. “Come on, Mac is not best pleased.”

Looking at the window, the pair laughed at the indignant look on Mac’s face inside the sitting room, looking out at them. “No, he does not, he probably wants to go to the bathroom.” Danielle got out of the car and went into the house, Mac dancing around her feet, leading her to the back door, where he stared between it and his owner, trying to explain to her his issue. “Alright buddy, here you go.” She opened the door and Mac ran out immediately. Shaking her head as she closed it again, she walked to the hallway just as Tom closed the front door. “The poor guy was bursting.” Tom rushed forward, putting his arms around Danielle’s waist before kissing her almost ferociously. “What has gotten into you?” She smiled against his lips.

“You are incredible.” Tom pulled her right in against him. “So fucking incredible.” His voice almost three octaves lower as he kissed her again.

“Did me talking shop turn you on?” Danielle seemed to realise what it was that had Tom so frisky.

“Mmhmm….” His hands made their way towards her ass, hoisting her up as he pressed them into the hallway wall. “You know I have a thing for your incredible brains.”

Part of Danielle was about to make a quip about Swift, but she decided it was not worth it and thought of something far more pleasurable instead. “Bedroom?”

“We haven’t christened the hall.” Tom reminded her.

[cristinablackthornkingson]

It’s only Tuesday and I’m having a terrible week.

Fuck me it’s only Tuesday and already I’ve had such a fucking shitty week. To start off with I’m not entitled to a medical card, which will allow me to visit my doctor for free and only pay about 2 euro per item for anything I buy on prescription. I have multiple physical and mental disabilities but because I’m 20 and young, I’m not entitled to disability, they say I can be trained because I’m young, despite the fact that I can’t be in loud crowded places because of my SPD and I can’t stand for long periods of time without being in total agony because of my scoliosis. I am entitled to free GP visits at least, but still. I didn’t get the flu shot this year because I couldn’t fucking afford it, and then I ended up catching the flu and was really sick for about a week, I had to spend 50 euro to see my doctor and then spend 25 euro on medication and I only get 112 euro a week, I’m not entitled to the full dole/unemployment because I’m under 25. So apparently 112 euro is too much for someone to have free medical care and free prescriptions. I’m late on my period for the first time in the 10 years I’ve been having them, what if something is wrong and I need treatment? I won’t be able to afford that, no way in hell. I had plans to work through my fear of surgery in therapy, so once I got my medical card I could maybe get top surgery at some stage to alleviate my dysphoria, I am so sick of not being able to look in the mirror without feeling physically ill and inherently wrong. I was hoping my doctor would refer me to a specialist and I could get a brace for my back, the medical card would have payed for that, but I absolutely cannot afford that now. 

Then to put the cherry on the cake, I’ve been having issues at work for months, since I started. I’m a volunteer and the people I work for are the biggest cunts I have ever had the misfortune to meet. They are extreme staunch Christians who expect you to pay a swear jar at work if you say ‘God’ or any variation of that (take the Lord’s name in vain, but he’s not THE Lord, he’s your Lord and you cannot force me to not say his name in vain, if you don’t want to that’s fine, but I don’t believe in God so taking his name in vain means nothing to me) they expect customers to not take the lord’s name in vain in the shop, they are extremely dismissive of customers and extremely rude to customers of color. They can be nice to white people, but if they’re talking to POC, they’re so fucking rude to them, it sickens me. It’s no wonder nothing fucking sells. 

One day a few weeks ago when I wasn’t needed out the back, I sat out the front at the cash register to try and get some experience in and see if I remembered what my co-worker had taught me. I couldn’t get the hang of it but it was not a big deal at all, nobody lost money or anything like that, I had someone else with me to help me when i couldn’t get it..

The next day I was sorting through the clothes like I always do and one of my bosses (I work for a married couple, a man and a woman)  basically told me not to go behind the tills or around the tills anymore, now this guy wasn’t there the day before, so his wife obviously squealed on me to him, imagine being a maybe 40 something year old woman, squealing to her husband on your 20 year volunteer because they couldn’t work the till perfectly the first go, pathetic.  He then also told me that he knows I need to sit down a lot (which is true, like I said because of my back I can’t stand for long periods of time) but then proceeded to tell me to ‘Go for a walk’ when I needed to instead of sitting down out the back, he told me to go to the benches at the back of the shopping center the shop is located in. This is they guy who told me he needs to know where I am at all times. I left work early at one stage because I was having awful period pains, two co-workers saw me go and so did this guy, but when I came in on Monday after that, he told me I disappeared didn’t tell him I was leaving. The only other possible explanation was that he meant I went to the toilet for 5 minutes the other day, without telling him. I’m sorry man, but I was in agony and I needed to check if I was bleeding heavily because I didn’t have any clean pads with me, so I would have needed to go home straight away if I was bleeding lots.

Then yesterday, we got two bags of clothes donated, I took it upon myself as most of us do, to take them out of the bag, check they were clean, label them and write the size on them so all that was left for the bosses to do was price them. Well there was no room to hang these clothes up so I thought ‘Okay well I’ll label them and everything anyway and then put them back in the bag, that way whenever there is space we just need to take them out, put them on hangers and hang them up’. Well when my boss (the woman, we’ll call her Boss 1 from now on) saw this, she told me I couldn’t be taking clothes out of bags and putting them back in. ???? Why??? They would have been lying there anyway, it’s not like they were taking up any room, I took initiative,I did you a favor. 

Another thing, before I get into the last part, is on my first day I was told to hang my coat and bag in the little toilet area beside the stairs leading up to the attic. I did, and I did the same the next day, but then they told me not to leave them in there because customers sometimes go in there to try stuff on and might steal from me. Right okay, so I would leave my coat and bag in the back. Well I got told not to do that today, I was told to put my coat in the toilet area, so I did. But then when I went to look for my bag when I was leaving, it wasn’t where I left it nor was it in the toilet area, I was starting to freak out because my purse was in my bag. Thankfully I found it a few seconds later, under a chair where it was more in the way than it was where I had initially put it. Those bastards had the audacity to take MY property and MY stuff and move it without telling me, to where it could easily be mistaken for a donation and sold on me. 

And what really topped it all off was what happened today.

I go into work this morning and at first everything is fine, I do my usual tidying of the clothes, and once that’s done I go out the back to see what needs to be done there. While I’m there my co-worker asks if I’ve seen the pricing gun, as it’s gone missing. I say no I haven’t, and have a look around for it myself, can’t see it.Then boss 1 comes in and asks my co-worker ‘Does Michelle know where the gun is?’ my co-worker says no, and Boss 1 asks me where I left it yesterday when I had priced clothes. I told her where I left it and she basically blamed me for loosing it, telling me that I had to put it back in the drawer where we keep other stationary (Nobody ever does that we just leave it on the work top, and I highly doubt I was the last to use it yesterday seeing as I finished at 2 and the shop shuts at 5) Boss 1 kept saying how those guns aren’t cheap and cost upward of 30 euro, i’m surprised she didn’t demand I pay for a new one. 

Then I was pricing some toys that were donated, and when Boss 1 saw me doing this, instead of just calmly and gently explaining there’s no more room for toys on the shop floor, she was very aggressive and rude about it, practically yelling at me, saying things like ‘No! No more toys I’ve no more room!’ Right okay bitch, you could have just said that like a normal person. 

And then I was looking for something to do, I’m someone who always takes initiative, that’s why I was sorting through the toys. So I was looking around me to see what I could do, when Boss 1 tells me if I’m going to be there I need to do something. Then I was practically banned from the back room because it was so packed, but my other two co-workers were allowed in there no problem. That’s where I dew the line and just gave up and went home. I give them my effort and my time, I pour my blood, sweat and tears into that work, I am physically disabled so the work is no easy feat for me, but I do it anyway because I like to be busy and I want to help those in need, but I just get it thrown right back in my face. 

I am a young, trans, gay person, I do not feel safe among these religious nut jobs, I feel forced back into the closet. I started my transition recently, I’m transitioning into a more androgynous look, I cut all my hair off and I started binding with sports bras until I can get a real binder and then surgery. Yesterday was the first day I went into work presenting agender, and man I was so, so scared, I felt sick and almost had a panic attack because I didn’t know how they would react. They didn’t say anything to my surprise, but fuck I was so, so scared, I haven’t felt that kind of anxiety in a long, long time, years. I refuse to feel afraid to be who I am. These ‘People’ are so evil and nasty and the least compassionate people I have ever met in all my life, and I hope everyone realizes exactly who and what they are, fuck them 100 times over, they are such awful, awful people and I hope they get their comeuppance. 

[lazingonsunday]

Tag Game!!

I was tagged by @gretavanfic and @bigthighsandstupidguys , thank you, lovelies!! 💛

1. What is your middle name?

Starts with G lol

2. How old are you?

20

3. When is your birthday?

Dec 2

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Everyone is putting like moon and sun and rising and I have no idea what that mean lmao, sorry! I think I’m a Sagittarius though

5. What is your favourite colour?

Orange or Yellow 🧡💛

6. What’s your lucky number?

Don’t really have one, but I always tried to be #10 on my volleyball jersey

7. Do you have any pets?

An old border collie named Riley

8. Where are you from?

Canada! 🇨🇦

9. How tall are you?

Like 5’7 ish

10. What shoe size are you?

Usually 9.5 or 10. I got big ass feet :(

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

Way more than one human being needs

12. What was your last dream about?

I went to IT chapter 2 last night so safe to say I was having some freaky clown dreams all night lol

13. What talents do you have?

Um, I can say the alphabet backwards, which is super random lol. I can also kinda play guitar, bass, ukulele, and harmonica, but I’m not very good at any of them yet lol

14. Are you psychic in any way?

I used to think so when I was little, but not so much anymore

15. Favourite song?

Ooh, this is hard. Right now I really love When The Curtain Falls by GVF, but I would say an all time fave might be Forever in Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond because it reminds me of my mom

16. Favourite movie?

Oh, also a tough one! I think either Rocky IV or The Sandlot

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Jake Kiszka, obviously. But in all seriousness, anyone who is genuinely kind that I feel comfortable and happy around.

18. Do you want children?

I never thought so, but now a bunch of my older cousins are having kids and they’re pretty cool, so maybe one day if I found the right person to raise them with

19. Do you want a church wedding?

No, even though my mom will kill me if I don’t lol

20. Are you religious?

I was raised Catholic, but I don’t consider myself religious anymore.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes, I’m asthmatic af lol, and prone to breaking my fingers playing rugby

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

No, I am a well-behaved child

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

I met the magicians Penn & Teller if that counts haha

24. Baths or showers?

For practical purposes of actually getting clean, showers, but I l o v e baths

25. What colour socks are you wearing?

Black

26. Have you ever been famous?

No

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

While I daydream about it frequently, realistically I know I would hate it

28. What type of music do you like?

Literally the most random taste in music, it changes all the time. I don’t even have certain genres that I like, just certain artists or albums from a variety of genres

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes. I was very drunk lmao

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three normal ones and a body pillow

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

On my side cuddled up with the pillows

32. How big is your house?

Typical white suburban neighbourhood house

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I typically pout in the kitchen for 10 minutes before I give up and make something completely inappropriate for breakfast lmao. Usually grilled cheese. This morning alphagetti. I hate breakfast so much lol

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

Nope. No desire to.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes, we did it in school a few times

36. Favourite clean word?

Love

37. Favourite swear word?

Idk if it’s a swear word, but I say ‘goddammit’ a lot

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

Not long, I’m a sleepy bitch. Probably 24 hours

39. Do you have any scars?

Yes

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

In 9th grade I found out this guy had a crush on my and told literally everyone but me lol

41. Are you a good liar?

I don’t lie very often, but mostly because I am a terrible liar

42. Are you a good judge of character?

Yes. I frequently get such strong vibes off of people and I can tell right away if they’re the kind of person that’s gonna stress me out

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Not well

44. Do you have a strong accent?

I guess I probably have a Canadian accent, but not super strong. The region I’m from has a pretty neutral North American accent

45. What is your favourite accent?

Certain regions of Irish accent are so beautiful. Like Hozier’s accent

46. What is your personality type?

Quite shy, but generally very kind

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

I have a shirt that I got for work that was like a hundred bucks and I never wear it cause I sprayed foundation on it once and now I’m scared I’m gonna ruin it lol

48. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

49. Are you an innie or outie?

Innie

50. Left or right handed?

Right

51. Are you scared or spiders?

Not really scared of them, but I don’t like them to be close to me if that makes sense

52. Favourite food?

Probably burritos

53. Favourite foreign food?

Mexican

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

Fairly clean

55. Most used phrase?

I really don’t think I have one?

56. Most used word?

Completely. I say it like to agree with someone or acknowledge what they’re saying

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Depends what I’m getting ready. For school or something I don’t really care about, maybe half an hour. For work or going out, probably over an hour.

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

Suck until I get bored and crunch it lol

60. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, a concerning amount. Like full conversations with myself at full volume, constantly when I’m alone.

61. Do you sing to yourself?

Occasionally

62. Are you a good singer?

Not really

63. Biggest fear?

Never learning how to make meaningful connections , pushing all my friends away, and dying alone.

64. Are you a gossip?

No, I hate it! My friends try to tell me about people we went to high school with, and I just genuinely don’t care and don’t want to know lmao

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Idk what classifies as a ‘dramatic’ movie, but I guess the Rocky movies again

66. Do you like long or short hair?

I love long hair, I’m so jealous of people with really long hair. Mine grows so slow :(

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

Maybe, if I thought really hard about it? I can barely remember Canadian provinces lmao

68. Favourite school subject?

I always really loved some topics in science, but then hated others. I was probably best at English.

69. Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert af

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

No, even snorkeling freaks me out. The ocean is some scary soup

71. What makes you nervous?

Pretty much everything lol. But mostly any social situation where there’s people I don’t know, or I don’t know exactly what to expect.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Really depends where I am. Usually no, but if I’m outside then usually yes, and after watching It last night, yes lol

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

Depends who it is and what the mistake is

74. Are you ticklish?

Honestly, not really

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

Not intentionally

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Kind of? At work they have like hourly leaders who are in charge of the sales floor, and I did that a lot, but it’s not really a lot of power or responsibility. Also babysitting I guess

77. Have you ever drank underage?

Yes

78. Have you ever done drugs?

Honestly, this is gonna sound so stupid, but I’ve never done anything other than alcohol and cigarettes. I actually high key wanna try weed, but again the whole ‘not knowing what to expect makes me anxious thing.’ Not even so much that I’m nervous to try the drug but that I’m nervous to try to buy it or get it, even though it’s fully legal in Canada and there’s a dispensary on every corner lmao

79. Who was your first real crush?

The first one I remember was a boy named Evan in first grade

80. How many piercings do you have?

Just my ears, and I rarely wear earrings so I always have to stab through them again when I do

81. Can you roll your R’s?

No, and I can’t whistle either! Which is deeply infuriating!

82. How fast can you type?

Fast enough to not look foolish

83. How fast can you run?

Not fast at all. I’m asthmatic and out of shape lmao

84. What colour is your hair?

An ugly medium mousy brown. I always wanna dye it a little lighter, but I go to the hairdresser like once every two years so it would look stupid when it grew out lol

85. What colour are your eyes?

Hazel-y greenish

86. What are you allergic to?

All sorts of environmental allergies; dust, pollen, animal hair, etc. I’m always sneezing and watery eyes lol

87. Do you keep a journal?

I carry a notebook, but it’s more like an agenda than a diary

88. What do your parents do?

My dad owns a drywall company and my mom is a stay-at-home mom, but she volunteers a lot now that we’re older

89. Do you like your age?

No. I think that being in your late teens and twenties can be really stressful because you feel like there’s certain things that you should have accomplished or experienced and it can be very overwhelming, feeling like you’re competing with all your peers to get your life together

90. What makes you angry?

Rude and disrespectful people

91. Do you like your own name?

Not really

92. Have you thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I’ve definitely thought about it but I don’t really have specific favourites

93. Do you want a boy or girl for a child?

I don’t have a preference. I’d probably like to have one of each

94. What are your strengths?

I think I’ve become a lot more kind and open-hearted in the last few years.

95. What are your weaknesses?

I feel like I have let fear dictate my entire life, and there’s so many things I haven’t done because I’ve been afraid. I need to step outside my comfort zone more often.

96. How did you get your name?

There was a character on a TV show called my name that my parents liked

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not that I am aware of

98. Do you have any tattoos?

I changed the question because scars was an earlier one. I have two tattoos on my right arm

99. Colour of your bedspread?

Because it’s summer, I have a lighter blanket that’s light blue. My winter duvet is navy

100. Colour of your room?

Light blue

That was LONG lmao but really fun! I’m too lazy to bold the questions so sorry if it’s hard to read!

Tagging: @frcmthefires @sweetkiszkadreams @okietrish @sammyscherub @gretavanbobatea @jake-thomas-kiszka @mr-stank-i-dont-feel-so-dank and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[luvrgirl555]

get to know me uncomfortably well

thanks for tagging me syd!! i’m doing this one to make up for all the other ones i had no motivation to do i’m sorry )): i love you so much @pitoftrash

1. What’s your middle name?

elizabeth

2. How old are you?

simultaneously an enthusiastic mom, your dad and eating like a 7 year old

3. When is your birthday?

may 30th!!

4. What’s your zodiac sign?

gemini!! moon in aquarius and sag rising 

5. What’s your favourite colour?

red and g o l d

6. What’s your lucky number?

i don’t really have one? but 5 has consistently been in my life so let’s go with that

7. Do you have any pets?

the prettiest cat named sadie!!

8. Where are you from?

a small farm town in central utah!! everyone talks like a hick and i kinda have a stupid drawl

9. How tall are you?

5’2″ boys

10. What shoe size are you?

women’s size 5 

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

my feet haven’t grown since straight up 5th grade so like 30 pairs?

12. What was your last dream about?

i don’t remember my dreams

13. What talents do you have?

being a dumb bitch, falling for people who are emotionally broken, being bad at math, flirting and i have good fashion sense

14. Are you psychic in any way?

does being empath count as being psychic?

15. Favourite song?

this is a fuckin impossible question but right now i’m rlly into girl in red and girls by her fuckin slaps @pitoftrash it’s our sad indie shit and it’s GAY you’d love it (of all the time: somebody to love or under pressure by queen)

16. Favourite movie?

the breakfast club cause i’m basic

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone who loves unconditionally, willing to listen to my shit, goes on adventures with me, kisses lots, tons of cuddles, sings with me in the car, will talk about the things they like and let their eyes light up, funny

18. Do you want children?

i do!! but bringing a child into this world right now feels so selfish and there are so many kids out there who need loving homes so i wanna become their bisexual mom (:

19. Do you want a church wedding?

not really. i want a huge wedding that’s so fucking extra and over the top and god probably doesn’t wanna see that so

20. Are you religious?

i grew up mormon (yes i know it’s basically a cult) but do i believe in god? not really.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

i have been inside a hospital but i have never ever been admitted

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law?

it was a dumb idea okay

and i’m a shitty driver

23. Have you met any celebrities?

my cousin was on agt???

24. Baths or showers?

showers mostly but i love a good bath bomb

25. What colour of socks are you wearing?

i'm not wearing socks

26. Have you ever been famous?

bruh that’s my dream

27. What type of music do you like?

all types really!! i’m into classic rock, alternative/punk, sad indie shit, i LOVE country and pop!!

28. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

no but i wannaaa

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

f i v e but they’re only around me and not actually underneath me

31. What position do you sleep in?

only ever on my back or else my back is fucked the next day

32. How big is your house?

pretty big for like the general house size?? but pretty small by utah’s standards.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

i never eat breakfast 

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

nope and i have no desire to

35. Have you ever tried archery?

yeah!! it was fun but i’m shit

36. Favourite clean word?

dang dang diggity dang a dang

37. Favourite swear word?

hella or fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleeping?

4 days

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

no lmao someone pls be into me

41. Are you a good liar?

yeah, i’m a gemini what do u expect

42. Are you a good judge of character?

my vision gets pretty fogged up by what people want to show me and what i want to see

43. Can you do any other accents than your own?

specifically, cockney and we did newsies last year for musical theatre so i can do a pretty mean manhattan accent y’all

44. Do you have a strong accent?

if i am talking loudly or passionately my hick/drawl kinda comes out oops

45. What’s your favourite accent?

australian

46. What is your personality type?

enfp

47. What’s your most expensive piece of clothing?

oh god!! my hoco dress was 90 bucks probably that?

48. Can you curl your tongue?

sure can!

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie (:

50. Left of right handed?

right-handed

51. Are you scared of spiders?

yeh i’m scared of all bugs including honeybees but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve rights

52. Favourite food?

i <<3 italian food and also chinese-american food!!

53. Favourite foreign food?

i do like korean food

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

messy but like organized messy

55. Most used phrase?

oh my god! or omg

56. Most used word?

aw

57. How long does it take you to get ready?

like glam? 45 minutes but i hate waking up and can b ready in 15 

58. Do you have much of an ego?

it rlly depends like the stars rlly need to be aligned

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck ;)

60. Do you talk to yourself?

a l w a y s

61. Do you sing to yourself?

(syd u do smile when u sing omg) and yes!! i sing all the time

62. Are you a good singer?

n o pe

63. Biggest fear?

failure, being taken advantage of, being hated

64. Are you a gossip?

i hate myself for it but yes

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

idrk??? i donn’t watch a lot of movies??

66. Do you like long or short hair?

i’m a sucker for long hair

67. Can you name all 50 states in America?

and the capitals too

68. Favourite school subject?

history, musical theatre, english, sociology

69. Extrovert or introvert?

probably extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

nooooooo but i really really want to!!

71. What makes you nervous?

ghosts

72. Are you scared of the dark?

ghosts live in the dark

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

not most of the time

74. Are you ticklish?

yeah

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

nope never

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

i’m on drama presidency at school?

77. Have you ever drank underage?

nuh uh

78. Have you ever done drugs?

nope 

79. Who was your first real crush?

tbh rachel greene i grew up watching friends and she was hot

80. How many piercings do you have?

1 set, but i want more!

81. Can you roll your R’s?

i had no idea this was a special skill but yes!!

82. How fast can you type?

not bad but not great

83. How fast can you run?

not my thing

84. What colour is your hair?

blonde

85. What colour are your eyes?

green

86. What are you allergic to?

i’m lactose intoleranat, and i’m allergic to tomatoes 

87. Do you keep a journal?

only for like rlly important evants or things i need to talk about but can’t tell anyone about @pitoftrash is kinda my diary

88. What do your parents do?

my mom is a respiratory therapist a childrens hospital and my dad is a private loan officer

89. Do you like your age?

hmmm yes?? but i’d rather go back in time or forward bc rn it’s kind an awkward age of being able to do Stuff but nothing worthwhile

90. What makes you angry?

politics, ignorance, prejudice, homophobia, pro-life people, right wing america, donald trump

91. Do you like your own name?

yeah but sometimes i wish it had an easier nickname

92. Have you already thought about baby names? And if so, what are they?

i love the names rowan and christian

93. Do you want a boy or girl for a child?

either, it doesn’t matter their sex, gender or sexuality to me (:

94. What are your strengths?

n/a

95. What are your weaknesses?

bruh i’m clingy and talk too much

96. How did you get your name?

my dad always wanted to name a child sarah elizabeth?????

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

actually i’m directly danish royalty!!

98. Do you have any scars?

stretch marks and like self harm scars

99. Colour of your bedspread?

white and gold

100. Colour of your room?

off white with yellowish undertones

[j-j-ehlby-writes]

Meet Me at the Chalet || day one.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~5.7k (told you it’d be longer, but I promise they’re not all this long)

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, depressing thoughts (future chapter), mental breakdown (future chapter), Tom being Tom

night one. || day one. || day two. ||

The next day, the stillness greeted me. The same feeling I would get waking up on a Saturday afternoon after a blanket of snow coated everything for the very first time. Like the snow froze time, nothing moving or wanting to disturb the serenity. It’s one of those days where getting out of bed is optional. This feeling is exactly what I was wanting while on this vacation.

I could have stayed in bed all day, but my stomach protested pretty quickly after sleep left me. Climbing out of my comfy cocoon, I stretched every muscle, ridding it of any trace of tiredness. Gosh, I haven’t had this heavy of sleep in years! What are these mattresses made of? Magical clouds?

I took in my room. It’s a complete contrast to the lobby. Modern dark gray walls complement the black carpet. White faux fur rugs sit at each side of the King sized bed to contradict the dark. Clean white sheets adorn the bed with black and gray accents on the comforter and in the pillows. The windows and doors are framed with a natural light wood color to bring the modern touches down a notch.

Opening the black-out curtains revealed the floor-to-ceiling windows with the most picturesque view I’ve ever seen. Pine trees are covered with snow, weighing down every branch. The still falling snow is a mixture of tiny cotton balls and glitter. All of the white nearly blind me, my eyes not used to the light yet. But still, my heart swells. Vacation begins.

I quickly throw on the most comfortable outfit I packed: a dark gray cowl neck sweatshirt with black, white, and purple Zubaz. I slightly flinched when I took in my appearance in the bathroom mirror. Leftover make-up flecks were under my eyes. My make-up remover wipes are obviously not doing their job properly… I ran some warm water over my face to get rid of them. Putting my long, wavy hair into a braid was the last thing I did before leaving my solitude.

 As I flipped on the light in the kitchen, I hesitated in the doorway. He wasn’t kidding about “top of the line.” Top notch stainless steel appliances: double ovens, 8-burner stove top, industrial sized refrigerator, and the biggest microwave I’ve ever seen. There were also all of the small appliances that anyone would need. If I were a chef, I would be in heaven. I almost don’t feel worthy enough to be in here.

Picking my favorite playlist, I dove into my own little world. As the music flooded the room, my body carried me throughout the expanse of the kitchen collecting every ingredient, utensil, and bowl I need to make French toast with strawberries. Jamming to just about anything that would pop up as everything came together.

Applause broke my reverie, my heart leaping out of my chest from fright.

Spinning around, clutching my chest I see the last person I ever expected to see. Leaning against the door frame with his long and lean body adorned in a white t-shirt, a black zip-up hoodie, and hip-hugging sweatpants, a book stuffed under his armpit, a charming smirk was plastered on his gorgeous bearded face… was Tom freaking Hiddleston.

What in the world is he doing at a small chalet in the middle of the mountains in the states when he could be at some luxury, private resort in Europe? How does he even have the time to be here? Doesn’t he have a huge movie coming out soon, play rehearsals, and two TV shows in the works that he should be out promoting? How does he have any time to do anything personal at all?

Although, as his fan, I’m proud he is finally taking some time for himself. He’s been busy nonstop since his first Marvel movie. He deserves to take some time for himself for some much-needed R&R. No screaming, no cameras in his face, no signing autographs- total privacy he so wants and deserves. That reason alone is why I will not make my admiration known, not right away at least. He does deserve all of the credit he is due, but I would like his vacation to remain a peaceful one.

He cleared his throat, “I apologize for scaring you, but I thought I should make my presence known before you were to go on.” He spoke so eloquently, it was hard to ignore the way his beautiful blue steel eyes radiate with restfulness this getaway has finally given him after so long. “And I must say, you have the most eclectic taste in music.” He added while stepping in.

His sudden movement snapped me out of my frozen state. “Well it never hurts to have a variety.” I turned back to the stove. “And don’t think that complimenting my musical interests gets you off the hook for giving me a heart attack before I got food in my stomach.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Even though my back was to him, I could hear the smile in his tone. “How can I make it up to you, then?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” I flipped the piece of bread onto its other side, loving the golden brown color. I turned slightly back to him. “I thought you were leaving today.” I recall the guy yesterday mentioning the other guest was supposed to be departing this morning.

“Well, thanks to Mother Nature, my stay has been extended. Not that I’m complaining though. I wasn’t ready to leave quite yet.” He leaned back against the counter next to the stove, so he was in my line of sight. One thing I heard about him is he is one of those guys that loves eye contact, especially during conversations. His move only proves that is right.

“Why not?” I asked as my curiosity was piqued. Assuming he doesn’t want to leave yet because it means going back to his hectic schedule is reasonable, but one should never assume.

“It’s very serene here. I like it better than the alternative.” Another thing I heard was how notoriously private he is. He only lets the world see what he wants them to see, leaving aspects of him that he reserves only for his close friends and family. Same goes for his relationships. He lets people know what he wants them to, never revealing too much. He must feel that everyone only cares to know why he’s single or if he’s dating anybody. So to him, keeping his private life just that is important. He loves his fans, he’s said so on many occasions, but he deserves to have some form of normalcy in all of the chaos.

“Everyone deserves a little peace and quiet every now and then. Pressing pause on life is good for your sanity.” Plopping the finished piece of French toast on the plate, I turned off the stove.

I can absolutely understand why everyone needs the pause button. Being a writer it is nonstop meetings and phone calls about pages and storyline updates. Everyone is always rushing to meet the deadlines. The trouble is I’ve never been good with deadlines or peer pressure so publishing my first book nearly caused a meltdown. Hence the reason I am on vacation by myself in the middle of the mountains. Now everything is published and awaiting more reviews. My publisher already gave me a heads-up that they were mostly good and that’s all I needed. Criticism isn’t something I’m fond of either. Thankfully my agent, publisher, and editor all agreed to leave me alone while on this trip, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Plus, this gives me a chance to get inspired. Knowing the big guns would want another book proposal as soon as the first one was completed, I already gave them the sequel to my first. That satisfied them for the time being. Now I just have to think of my next project.

“You sound like you speak from experience.” He pointed out, detecting my hidden meaning. He’s perceptive… gotta watch out for that.

“You could say that.” I sighed, moving to chop the strawberries I want on my French toast.

“How rude of me,” He blurted, shaking his head in self-disappointment, “I never introduced myself.” I chuckled at his humbleness. Like he really has to introduce himself to anybody anymore. But being the ever-polite British gentleman, he feels the need to. He held out his hand to me. “I’m,” he paused, “Will.”

I tried to stop the smile that threatened to show but failed. He’s going to use an alias. I guess he wants to remain anonymous. Again, his actions make complete sense to me. When I was given the opportunity to publish my book, I decided to use a pseudonym. Anonymity was important to me as well. That way I could still go about my life without my name being out there. I used a compilation of my initials whereas he is using a shortened version of his middle name.

“I’m Jen.” I fold my hand around his, locking eyes with him. It’s in that moment I registered just how close he got to me. With our height difference, I was forced to look up at him in order to meet those bright blues. As gorgeous as they are in pictures, they’re even more mesmerizing up close. The small section of light brown contrasted the light blue inner iris and the dark blue outline framing everything perfectly. His eyes alone could make anyone’s knees go weak…

“It’s very nice to meet you, Jen.” He muttered, never looking away from me. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, so I transferred my attention to our still connected hands. His large warm hand swallowed my small cold one. Instantly his warmth spread up my entire arm, also sending shivers down my spine.

“The pleasure is all mine…” I brought my eyes back to his. They now had a hint of something in them I didn’t recognize at first. “… Will.”

Before I could get completely lost in his eyes, I pulled my hand out of his, immediately missing the warmth of it. I quickly resumed my slicing, needing something to keep me busy. “So, what are you reading there?” I asked needing to break the tension that was in the air.

“Erm,” He cleared his throat again, taking a step back, “A book my friend told me to check out.” He took it out from under his armpit gripping it with both hands.

“Lemme see.” I wiped my hands off before he handed it over.

My heart dropped. I recognized the cover right away. The one word title flashed across the front like a beacon. The cover art of a guy and a girl standing with their bodies touching, but their hands not letting themselves be connected, denying what they have… My book. He’s reading my book. “Deny by J.J. Ehlby.” I read out loud, careful not to give myself up. I pretended to skim the back cover before handing it back to him. “I didn’t take you for the romance type.”

“What type do you take me as?” He leaned his hip against the counter again, relaxing back into our conversation.

“More…” how do I want to describe this? “well-known and established novelists like Dickens, Tolstoy, Twain, and more importantly Shakespeare. You’re definitely into Shakespeare.” Everything I’ve heard about him mentions his love of Shakespeare. He also participated in a debate about Dickens and Tolstoy. His love of classic literature is something I admired about him. His ability to read, comprehend, and appreciate literary geniuses is rare and praiseworthy.

He chuckled at my obvious stereotyping of him. “Is it because I’m British?” He asked with faux offense attached.

“Yes.” I bluntly answered, only half-kidding.

He full-on laughed at my honesty. He threw his head back and threw his hand over his heart, taking after Chris Evans in that regard. Listening to his laugh echo through the empty kitchen was like listening to the most beautiful symphony. You don’t get to see this type of laugh from him often. It’s always that “hehe” kind of giggle. This was him not caring and letting go. What a sight it was.

I couldn’t help but join in. “Well, am I wrong?” I countered, fully knowing I’m not.

“No!” He choked out, trying to calm himself down. “No, you are not wrong about my love of Classical literature.” He adjusted his glasses back to the tip-top of the bridge of his nose. “But you are wrong about my liking of romance.”

“Oh?”

“I quite like it actually. Shouldn’t falling in love be the best feeling in the world?” I looked up when he didn’t continue. He was watching me like he wants me to understand what he’s trying to say, “That head over heels, my heart is yours and yours mine, can’t live without you, want to spend the rest of my life by your side feeling…” He trailed off, taking a step towards me again. “That heart-pounding, staggered-breathing, knee-trembling, soul-freeing feeling of true love…” His voice dropped a few octaves, losing its sturdiness, only coming out as a whisper by the end. He’s passionate about love, even though he doesn’t have that kind in his life at the moment. How that is even remotely possible is beyond me… His gaze was locked on mine, entrapping me. They were filled with longing and… what I concluded as recognition. Recognition of what? I haven’t figured that out yet… My heart was pounding in my ears almost deafening in the silence. “I quite enjoy reading about two people discovering that feeling.”

All I can think is “Thank God the counter is here” otherwise I would be in a puddle on the floor.

How can a conversation with someone I just met be this intense? How can we be so open with each other with barely knowing the others name? I feel like he’s giving me a look inside his heart but at the same time keeping those guards up that he’s built throughout the years. He’s wearing his heart on his sleeve and showing me everything he’s got right away…

I wrenched myself out from his trance and this time, I took a step away trying to put some distance between us. He may be ready to show me everything, but I’m not. My heart is surrounded by miles of barriers that will be virtually impossible to break down. “Okay, Romeo. I get it.” I sent him a small smile, showing him that I’m not shutting down completely like he might think. “You are a fan of romance.” I strolled over to one of the cupboards, grabbing the powdered sugar, bringing it back over to my plate. “Can I eat my breakfast now?”

“May I join you?” He politely asked, giving me pleading eyes like a toddler gives his mother when asking for a piece of candy or a cookie. Irresistible cuteness.

I stared at the pile on one plate and my prepared plate next to it. I was going to consume the entire lot myself… but I wasn’t about to turn down spending more time with him. I found him a plate, splitting my portion in half for him. A brilliant smile followed nearly knocking me over.

After eating in the dining room, I retreated back upstairs while he offered to clean up. I protested at first, but he insisted, feeling bad that he kept me from eating for longer than I wanted. He practically begged me to so who was I to say no?

I immediately went to my room, locking the door behind me. I rang my agent who was about to get an earful…

“I assure you, Jen, no one had any idea he was there. By all accounts, he was home in London.” She tried to calm me down after I ranted to her before she could even say “hello.” “This could be a good thing!”

“How? I’m supposed to be on vacation, relaxing. How can I do that with the most perfect human being on the planet in the next room?” I flopped back on my bed, eyeing my suitcase full of comfy pants, sweatshirts, and hardly any make-up. I never planned on seeing many people on this trip. The plan was to lock myself in my room for seven straight days before rejoining the world again. I can’t do that now knowing Tom is here. I don’t want him to think I’m a total hermit.

“You also went there to get inspired. With your second book’s first draft already in the editor’s hands, the instant that one comes out, the more they’re going to want. You got lucky with your first few novels already being completed before you even found a publisher, now is the time to get a head start on what’s next for J.J. Ehlby, a.k.a. Jenessee Borosi.”

I rolled my eyes at how predictable she is and for how she used my full name. “So you’re saying I should write a book about this.” I didn’t phrase it as a question for a reason. I’ve been working with her for a year now. She’s been good about not pushing me, but she can’t help it sometimes. I know she has people to answer to, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Just think about it.” She didn’t deny my indirect accusation. “That ‘After’ book was originally fan-fiction and it was turned into a movie.”

Again my eyes roll. “Being snowed in, in a secluded chalet in the mountains with one of the world’s most brilliant and most well-known actors? What do you think is going to happen? Because of our solitude, we’ll find something in the other that we’ve been missing in everyone else; that we’ll fall in love in a week’s time? That sounds like one of those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies that are so unrealistic, they’re laughable. That’s not realistic, that’s a fantasy.”

Although… based off our conversation in the kitchen, that’s already not far off, at least for me. I’ve had a major crush on Tom for years prior to this. Only dreaming of being with him, never believing I would actually get the chance to meet him. Me falling for him isn’t completely far-fetched because I’m halfway there already. But him? No way.

“Just think about it.” She repeated before ending the call.

Think about it I did, but quickly came to the conclusion that I would not exploit Tom like that. This is his private time as much as it is mine. I will not expose anything he doesn’t want anyone else to know. I respect myself, my work, and above all, him too much to stoop that low to get my next book idea.

A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.

“Care to join me downstairs?” He asks as soon as I open the door.

“And do what?” I return, not really caring what he was to suggest. I will take every opportunity given to me to be in the presence of this beautiful man.

“We could read if you brought something to read. I know that’s what I will be doing. You could do whatever it is you like to do.” He rambled on nervously. It was adorable actually. What he had to be nervous about, I have no idea. Was he afraid I would say no? That I might have had enough of him already? Impossible. “I figured since we are the only ones here, and more than likely will be for the foreseeable future, we don’t have to-”

“I like to write.” I interrupted, my slight sadist side being fulfilled by his groveling.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. You can write, and I can read. We can do that… together.” He concluded, all nervousness starting to dissipate.

“Okay. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Ten minutes later we were sitting in a comfortable silence on the large U-shaped couch, Tom reading my book and me attempting to think of something to write about. However it proved more difficult than I was expecting. The only thing I could think of was him. How he was sitting just feet away, reading my book. I tried to determine where he was in the book depending on his reaction but was failing at that as well. He masked his emotions with a furrowed brow and straight lips. Occasionally that mask broke letting a chuckle slip out. He’s finding it amusing at least. That’s a good sign right?

“Having some difficulty?” He broke the silence, his eyes never straying from his page. Crap, he saw me watching him. I knew I wasn’t being stealthy, but he hasn’t looked up since we sat down. How could he know that I’m having a hard time getting started?

“You could say that.” I shifted my position, hoping that might make me more comfortable and by some miracle have something, anything come to me. Not only is it difficult having him here reading my book, it’s odd having someone else, period, around while I write. I’m always by my lonesome when doing so.  I catch myself making some funny faces while writing. In order to skip any embarrassment by someone seeing them, I prefer solitude. That also doesn’t bring any outside distractions, like I can listen to music, stare off into space, talk to myself- do whatever it takes to come up with what I want to do next. “Writer’s block is rearing its ugly head.” He snickered, my book falling onto his lap. “This bitch is partially the reason why I’m on my solo vacation.” He set my book to the side, giving me his undivided attention, beckoning me to continue. “I thought a change of scenery might help some.”

“And has it?” He asked, seemingly fully invested in what I have to say. I squirmed in my seat, not used to this kind of attention. Growing up an only child with older and younger cousins who are focused on their little group, I was mostly alone. No one really paid attention to me. The adults criticized my decision to become a writer instead of a typical “9 to 5.” Also not having much in common with the next generation young ones, I kept to myself. Instead turning to writing as an outlet for my loneliness. I was extremely hesitant before getting published. My writing is like my diary. I didn’t know if I ever wanted anyone to see that far into my mind. But after rave reviews from my publisher, I decided to go for it. Even during the initial meetings with editors, they didn’t give me as much attention as Tom is giving me right now. To say it’s odd, but greatly appreciated is an understatement.

“It’s given me ideas but putting an idea to paper is more difficult than one would think.” I think back to my agent’s idea. I never said it wasn’t a good proposal, I just said it was cheesy and more than likely, overdone. Why would I want to do something that’s already been done multiple times? Yes, there are always different perspectives on the same story, but my argument stands.

He continues to ask me questions about writing, each more thoughtful than the next, shocking me to no end. No one has taken this much interest in my writing. Not even my publisher. What really throws me through a loop is how genuinely interested he is. Most people ask to be nice or are curious but drop the topic after one or two questions. Not Tom. His curiosity is refreshing and scary at the same time.

“Have you ever wanted to get published?” He asked one of the most common questions I would get. My answer still remains the same to this day.

“No.” He raised his eyebrows at my answer. Everyone who asks is always surprised by my confession.  I shrug, “Since I started, it never was my goal. I wrote for me. I didn’t need anyone to read anything because that’s not who I wrote for.” I look at the pen in my hand and smile. It rests on the writer’s bump on my middle finger I’ve gained from many, many years of writing. I used to loathe it because it made my hand look funny, but I’ve learned to accept it because it makes me unique. “Having a pen in my hand feels as natural as breathing to me. Ever since I wrote my first “novel” in 5th grade, I’ve almost always been writing. Everyone I went to school with knew me as ‘the girl who writes a lot’.

As I got older, that’s when people started asking if I wanted to publish someday. My answer was always no, because I never thought I was good enough to and criticism and I don’t go hand-in-hand. I read a quote once that said: ‘Wanting to be a writer and not wanting to be rejected is like wanting to be a boxer and not wanting to get punched.’ It’s not the rejection that held me back. I know that’s par for the course, just like it is with acting. My fear was all of the negative criticism that my books were bound to get. I’m the type of person who could get 100 compliments and one negative remark and only focus on the one negative comment. That would stick with me longer than any of the good.” Because of that, I almost said no when I was offered to publish. I was urged to because of the concept I had. The publisher loved that it was never done before and all of the ideas I had from it, they practically begged me. So after a year of editing, it was published a month ago. I have yet to read a single review though. The only thing I heard was it was doing really well.

“I tried putting something online, but because it wasn’t fan-fiction or have any supernatural elements incorporated, it didn’t take off.” I shrugged off its initial failure. That’s what caught my publisher’s attention though. They liked the overall premise and once they heard what I planned on doing with it, they were on board. “Because you know, that’s all anyone under the age of 25 cares about nowadays.” Shrugging again like it was no big deal, I returned my blank pages in front of me, hoping words would have magically appeared while talking. No such luck.

“Have you ever written anything other than novels?” He questioned, taking into account what I’ve told him. Novels have always been my go-to. I just have had so much to say and so much to write that all of my works have turned into multi-chapter stories. “Have you tried a novella or just a short story?” I shake my head. I’ve seen and read short stories and one-shots on Tumblr, but never tried my hand at it. I guess I could try it… “I say, try that. See where it takes that beautiful mind of yours.”

My head snapped towards him. Beautiful? How could he think that if he’s barely scratched the surface?

He smiled sweetly at me, warming my insides more than I ever expected before opening my book back up.

As we returned to the silence, my mind raced at the possibilities. I logged on to Pinterest and looked up some writing prompts to see if anything sparked some ideas. It didn’t take me long before I found one and I was already 5 written pages in. It felt good to write again. Having the ideas pour out of my mind and onto the paper is an exciting feeling that only a writer can appreciate.

Soon enough the sun was setting and neither of us had moved since we sat down. It was a quiet afternoon that I was yearning for while on this trip. And to share it with Tom was just an added bonus.

I only paused when my hand started to cramp. Tom seemed to have noticed so he suggested we think about dinner. It wasn’t until he mentioned food that I realized how hungry I was.

He insisted on making dinner for us since I (unintentionally) made breakfast/lunch for us earlier. He didn’t know what he should make so I made a suggestion: pickle and bacon grilled cheese. He was intrigued by the idea, so he agreed. I tried to help but he shooed me away, telling me to grab a glass of wine and enjoy the show, only asking me how much bacon to use and how many pickles to cut up. He started asking questions about my upbringing to which I did the same. We both discussed the ways our respective parents divorces paved our lives into what they are today but didn’t get too deep or else I would have cried. I would need a lot more wine for that to happen. He at least found the positive aspects from his situation whereas I definitely haven’t. He credits his parents divorce for showing him human frailty and how he can be more compassionate in his understanding of it. With him being 12 when it happened, he was old enough to understand what was happening. I admire him for the way he has taken something tragic and turned into something positive. As if I didn’t know this already, but he’s a much better person than I am.

By the time he was finished making 4 sandwiches: 3 with pickles and bacon and 1 regular, in case he didn’t like my add-ons or in case we were both still hungry afterwards. He wound up loving it, even adding more to his plain one. He couldn’t believe he went so long without trying it and vowed never to go back to regular grilled cheese sandwiches. Mission accomplished.

“Are you going to get back to your writing now? You looked… rather inspired before. I didn’t want to interrupt.” He asked as he walked me to my room for the night. 

We both cleaned up the kitchen, much to his protest. But I argued my point and he couldn’t say no. He told me all about growing up in Wimbledon with his sisters, going to an all-boys prep school to graduating with a “double first” in Classics at Cambridge and attending the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. I listened in awe of all he accomplished while I was still in elementary school, before I even discovered my passion for writing. He raved about the small projects he’s done since graduating, focusing on theater. I could tell he was purposely not mentioning Marvel or any other movie he’s done since gaining recognition, wanting his anonymity to stay that. I just listened while handing him dish after dish. Thankfully there weren’t very many, but we took our sweet time doing it. I loved hearing him talk. That accent could make anything sound interesting. But other than that, hearing the passion in his voice as he talked about the theater and how he discovered his love for acting by going as a boy was awe-inspiring. After he rambled, he apologized for only talking about himself while we were cleaning up. I of course didn’t mind, hating talking about myself so it was nice to talk about him and learn more about him from the source and not from the internet.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “We’ll see if I can get back into the swing of it.”

“Well I believe in you.” He smiled, stopping in front of my door. “I believe you can do it.”

“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure?” His confidence in me is astounding.

“Well, not to sound like a creep, but erm,” he hesitated, “I was watching you before.”

Dear Lord, why? Why did he have to watch me? He saw the faces I make, my staring off into space, and hand gestures I do to recreate the picture in my head… I’m mortified.

“You were so engrossed in what you were writing. I could quite literally see the wheels turning in your head as you were figuring out what to do next.” His tone was filled with as much awe as I did listening to him. “It was mesmerizing.”

Feeling the blush creep in, I looked away from his wonder-filled eyes. No one has ever found something I do “mesmerizing” or anything remotely interesting. So, why does he? Why does he out of all of the people in the world find me so worthy of that kind of praise?

As I sat on my bed after we said good night, I finally could comprehend everything that happened today. I spent the day with Tom Hiddleston. I had uninterrupted quality time with him. No pressure of being watched, judged, or rushed. We had a relaxing day enjoying each other’s company like we were 2 friends on vacation together.

Is he a friend? Or am I jumping the gun here? Would he consider me one after we get out of here? Would he want to keep in contact? Or would I just become a memory that fades as time goes on? On the other hand, why would he even want someone like me in his life? He’s probably got plenty of friends that would be much better company than me. People who he can have intelligent conversations with and go in depth about things I know nothing about. I’d bore him and he’d drop me. But being a gentleman, he’d do it nicely. So there would be that.

I’m not going to have any expectations when it comes to after this week. As far as I’m concerned, after we are clear to leave, we will go our own ways and never think about the other again… well, that’ll only be half true. There’s no way I could ever forget about him. He’ll be everywhere. Me? I’ll only be a memory. He’ll have no reminders of me. He’ll forget about our time together once he gets back to the chaos that is Hollywood. So I will enjoy his attention while I have it…

day two...

Permanent Taglist: @elusive-beauty @drakesfiance @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @fantasy-is-my-reality @hiddlephile @naniky

[a-singleboat]

So this is a lot but 1-100 on the get to me uncomfortably well asks? (I'm genuinely curious)

You asked for it... 

note; some questions I answered no to so I crossed them off to save some space

What is your middle name?

Sabrina

How old are you?

17

When is your birthday?

November 30

What is your zodiac sign?

Sagittarius

What is your favorite color?

Currently, rose gold

What’s your lucky number?

3

Do you have any pets?

No, but I recently went to a cat cafe and I want a cat now. 

Where are you from?

Massachusetts 

How tall are you?

5’3

What shoe size are you?

7 or 7.5, depending on the brand

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

About 10 pairs, give or take. I’m not sure on the actual amount.

What was your last dream about?

My last dream was about me losing my crocs in an airport. I was devastated. 

What talents do you have?

I can sing, dance, write, act, stage manage, and throw a flag pretty well.

Are you psychic in any way?

With my best friend, yes. We think the same way so it’s not that hard to know what she’s thinking. 

Favorite song?

I can give you the last song I listened to which is Location because I don’t have a favorite song at the moment. 

Favorite movie?

The Farewell, which is actually really good for a limited release film.

Who would be your ideal partner?

Celebrity wise? Zendaya

Do you want children?

Maybe one or two, but I feel like I’d end up adopting more than giving birth.

Do you want a church wedding?

Are you religious?

Have you ever been to the hospital?

Not outside of my birth and visits.

Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

No, but funny story. I kicked water onto a man when I was younger and I thought the cops were gonna come for me.

Have you ever met any celebrities?

No, but I saw Sam Smith at London Pride and Chris Evans in a chinese restaurant by where I live.

Baths or showers?

Showers

What color socks are you wearing?

I’m not wearing any, so flesh colored? 

Have you ever been famous?

Not that I know of.

Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Maybe a celebrity in the sense that people have just heard my name. I’m fine living with a few hundred followers to read what I write for now.

What type of music do you like?

I like listening to more musicals and whatever genre Walk the Moon is.

Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yes, once.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

3

What position do you usually sleep in?

Like on my stomach with one leg hitched up over a pillow. 

How big is your house?

Average sized? It’s the smallest of the three on my street that was built with the exact same layout at the same time. 

What do you typically have for breakfast?

I don’t really eat breakfast but I love honey bunches of oats. 

Have you ever fired a gun?

Have you ever tried archery?

Yes

Favorite clean word?

Origin 

Favorite swear word?

Can it be a string of swear words? Because I like “bitch ass hoe” a lot.

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 

2 days

Do you have any scars? 

Yes, one on my right hand and two on my left leg.

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I don’t think so, I never really think about if I do either.

Are you a good liar?

I like to think that I am

Are you a good judge of character?

I would say yes because the last two people I met, I felt like we’re horrible and I was right 

Can you do any other accents other than your own?

Do you have a strong accent?

No, but I do have a Boston accent when I’m angry.

What is your favorite accent?

I love British accents or Australian 

What is your personality type?

INFP-T

What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

$35 vintage jacket that I used in a musical and now wear whenever I can. 

Can you curl your tongue?

Yes

Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

Left or right-handed?

Right

Are you scared of spiders?

Sometimes, if I’m not expecting them

Favorite food?

I have a lot of favorites.

Favorite foreign food?

Mayo walnut shrimp 

Are you a clean or messy person?

I want to be clean but I know I’m messy.

Most used phrased?

bitch ass hoe

Most used word?

I actually don’t know, probably “I”

How long does it take for you to get ready?

like 15 minutes 

Do you have much of an ego?

Not really, i don’t like boasting or seeming cocky 

Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck

Do you talk to yourself?

Yes

Do you sing to yourself?

Yes

Are you a good singer?

I like to think so and my friends also think so

Biggest Fear?

being left alone

Are you a gossip?

depends on the person

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

i don’t really watch a lot of dramatic movies

Do you like long or short hair?

short on girls, long on guys but personally, short on myself

Can you name all 50 states of America?

Favorite school subject?

English 

Extrovert or Introvert?

omnivert

Have you ever been scuba diving?

yes

What makes you nervous?

heights and ladybugs

Are you scared of the dark?

yes

Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

sometimes

Are you ticklish?

yes

Have you ever started a rumor?

Have you ever been in a position of authority?

yes

Have you ever drank underage?

technically no, it was legal where i was drinking 

Have you ever done drugs?

Who was your first real crush?

I honestly don’t remember, the last time I had a crush was in middle school and I’m now a high school graduate.

How many piercings do you have?

i have my standard ear piercings

Can you roll your Rs?

How fast can you type?

depends, i can usually type faster if i have the idea running through my head

How fast can you run?

not very

What color is your hair?

currently pink, naturally a really dark brown

What color are your eyes?

dark brown

What are you allergic to?

strawberry banana kiwi smoothies and mosquitoes 

Do you keep a journal?

i used to, i wrote a speech off one of my journal entries which you can find in my masterlist as a dear future me type of thing

What do your parents do?

my mum is a tax project manager and my dad is a mortgage/realtor 

Do you like your age?

yeah, for the most part

What makes you angry?

when people try to argue with me when i know i have my facts down

Do you like your own name?

i used to not like it

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

if you find my wattpad, any name i use for an OC is a possibility

Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

both? it really wouldn’t matter

What are your strengths?

i’m really good at staying on track when i have a mission

What are your weaknesses?

i’m really lazy

How did you get your name?

my dad was going to name me and it was originally going to be sabrina annabelle but my mum liked it the other way around

Were your ancestors royalty?

Do you have any scars?

I already answered this so I’ll say my most recent bruise is from my flag pole hitting my forearm. 

Color of your bedspread?

pink, my choice 

Color of your room?

also pink, not my choice 

[nicoinverona]

Sunday Afternoon||NicxGeorgie

Who: @georgiexromano and @nicoinverona

When: Sunday, November 4, 2018

What: Nic visits Georgie at the cottage she shares with her cousin on the Romano Estate.  They get cozy but things hold Nic back.  Mentions of @analyticalcapulet.  Mentions of NPC Greta Ricci and her death.

Triggers: death mentions

Nic: arrived at the Romano estate just after lunch on Sunday afternoon. He had a small basket full of non edible treats for Georgie as per the Madam's instructions. Once he arrived and checked in with the guards at the front, he felt very unprepared and almost wished he'd had his gun with him as well, not that he expected he'd be allowed to keep it. He was grateful though that he was shown onto the estate without incident and lead towards the cottage. He pulled the soft red fleece blanket from the top of the basket and put it over his head like a red hood before knocking on the door.

Georgie: was curled up in bed, as she had been since she’d gotten home from the hospital. Today, at least, she had the incentive to put more effort in getting ready. So she was showered and had chosen her cutest pair of comfy pjs to look somewhat out together. When she heard the knock, she headed down the hall to open the door happily. Though she’d been trying not to seem too excited, she couldn’t help but laugh as she spotted his makeshift red hood. “Well hello, you look an awful lot like a big bad wolf in disguise. Not sure I should let you in. I’m afraid you might try to eat me.”

Nic: laughed, putting down the basket and reaching in for Georgie's hips and tickling them. "Maybe I am the big bad wolf in disguise, and maybe I would try to eat you, but something tells me you wouldn't mind at all." She looked a lot better than he remembered from the night of the fire and that made him feel a lot better. "What can I say, halloween is over so the stores have ALL the Christmas stuff out already. I just wanted to find you something warm and soft to snuggle up with. But the red spoke to me," the Dominant smiled.

Georgie: let out a giggle and pushed his hands away. "Stop, I'm not allowed to laugh too hard." He was ridiculous, coming here and teasing her the way he did, then telling her they could never happen. She knew that, of course, but that didn't mean she didn't want to tease him back. "Oh, you know I wouldn't. Which is why I'll happily let you in." She smiled up at him a moment more before standing back to let him in, grinning at the basket of treats. "You didn't have to get me anything... But I have to say, I love the blanket and I really can't wait to see what else you brought." She closed the door behind him before heading straight to her room. "I swear Mother has this superpower that she can tell when I'm out of bed longer than I should be..."

Nic: "Okay, okay," he acquiesced. "But the color looks good on you." The Dominant stepped into the cottage. "Your mother refused to let me bring you anything to eat and I figured you might be about going crazy so I put together a few essentials." He followed Georgie back to her room. "Well if getting you into bed keeps your Mother away," Nic couldn't help but laugh. "Please tell me you have a tv and dvd player back here."

Georgie: "Thank you, Sir." The submissive replied with a light bat of her eyelashes and a small smirk on her lips. She let out a soft huff then as he explained why he brought the stuff he did. "Of course she did... I was hoping you'd get around that. I'm on a strict diet right now, only eating what will help me get better and nothing else." It was annoying, but she wasn't going to fault her mother for trying to take care of her. "Depending on what the essentials are, you're a life saver." Her smirk grew as she climbed into bed and patted the mattress beside her. "If I knew all I needed to do was inhale some smoke to get you in my bed, I'd have done it a while ago." She teased lightly before gesturing at her tv, "Duh, who do you think I am?"

Nic: "I am not some fool about to purposefully bring on the wrath of your mother," the Dominant said with a shake of his head. Sitting down on the bed, with a fond roll of his eyes at Georgie’s comment about getting him into her bed, he handed over the basket. "A couple of movies, some puzzle books, a pen, some cards, and travel sized games," he dug to the bottom of the basket. "And the inspiration for it all," Nic produced a child's copy of Little Red Riding Hood and a plush wolf.

Georgie: "I knew I liked you for a reason... you're very clever." Georgie smiled wide as he rolled his eyes at her, glad she got the reaction she hoped for. Looking through the basket as he told her what was in it, her smile brightened. "You're really the best. Thank you, Sir." A laugh was pulled from her lips as he took out the book and the wolf and she immediately tugged the plush to her chest. "Will you read it to me.... Daddy?" The look on her face screamed mischief as she fluttered her eyelashes more, trying her best to seem innocent.

Nic: "I'm finally beginning to actually enjoy my life again," he nodded. "You're welcome. I got this before I knew you were out of the hospital and I wasn't sure how long you'd be in for. I had to take out the snacks and decided to replace them with DVDs." His face flushed slightly at her teasing. He wasn't completely immune to her after all, but if what she wanted was a Daddy Dominant, it was another way of showing how their lives were on different paths. Still he wouldn't deny her and perhaps it was safer. "Of course <i> Little One,</i>." Nic grabbed the blanket and opened his arms welcoming her to snuggle against him, as he flipped open the book and settled the blanket around them.

Georgie: “So you don’t have a death wish, now that’s a hot quality I look for in a Dom.” Georgie laughed again, though her lungs ached and told her to stop. “It’s perfect, thank you.” The flush on his face was brilliant, but she was surprised he reacted, let alone went along with it. “I /was/ just kidding. But I do like the pet names and any chance to cuddle up to you? I won’t turn that down.” She smiled as she snuggled into his side, letting out a content sigh as she did.

Nic: "No, I don't, but for a while after Greta... I just didn't care about anything but Grazie and work." He noticed the way she struggled and he held up a hand. "I'll stop. I won't make you laugh." Nic shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not really into the Daddy kink. I don't think. I'm more into maybe one day... being a daddy. An actual one, running around after a couple of kids." Nic cut his eyes to her. "I'm generally pro-snuggling. And you /are/ a little one." He pushed some hair back off her face. "So, just out of curiosity, since you mentioned it, what do you look for, quality wise in a Dominant. What do you want? When do you want it?"

Georgie: “And now you’re caring about more, and that’s a really good thing.” Georgie offered with a sweet smile, reaching over to squeeze his hand lightly. She tried to take deep breaths to calm the aching in her lungs because of her laughter. “I’m not really either. I mean, I guess I kinda am, but it depends who I’m with. You’re daddy material, definitely, but not really “Daddy” material, you know? You’d be an amazing dad, based on how you are with Grazie.” She gave him another smile before snuggling closer, taking a deep breath, breathing in his scent as odd as that was. “I’m not sure, if I’m honest. I mean, I’d like to know my Dominant can take care of me. I want to feel safe when I’m with them, but also be able to relax and have fun. I like someone who knows what their doing with their life, which is why I usually go for Dominants a bit older than I am.” She considered his second question and sighed softly, “Not yet. I know I should start looking properly soon, but I still want to have fun. But within the next five years I’d definitely like to have something...”

Nic: "Thanks," Nic said squeezing her hand back. "Yeah, that is me. I like... taking care of people. I was used to taking care of Greta, and we'd been together so long it was hard to remember how we navigated all of that, what she needed versus what I needed to give." The Dominant nodded his head. "I think that's what you should want. Someone who can take care of you, who makes you feel safe. And you should also feel like you can relax and have fun too." Nic laughed then. "Conveniently I think I fit all of those." He nodded his head. "I think wanting an older Dominant and someone who knows what they are doing with their life is probably something that comes from your family as well. Someone who is going to fit in with them, who is going to be useful and make a good connection." Nic continued to softly run a hand through her hair. "That makes sense and I think that's fine. You should have fun and enjoy your life too. You're still young and you've never had that experience before. But I have. I've been in a claim, we were talking about starting a family and actually... " Nic shook his head. "And even though some days I wonder if I'm ready to move on, I know I still want all of that again."

Georgie: nodded as he explained that was how he had been with Greta. It was always interesting to hear him speak of her, and it made her kind of sad to know he lost someone so special to him. "I don't think it's convenience, actually. I think that's just why I like you so much. You're everything I've been taught to look for as well as everything I've realised I want for myself. That's why you're so annoying." She added a light tease at the end, though she smiled up at him. His hand running through her hair caused her to sigh lightly and let her eyes close for a brief moment. "I guess we're both at different points in our lives then..." That would be an easy excuse to rely on every time she questioned why she couldn't be with Nico, to avoid the obvious fact that he wasn't a noble. "Tell me about her. Your 'friend'. You say she's a friend but I can tell it's more than that. What's she like?

Nic: crossess his eyes and stuck out his tongue at Georgie’s teasing. “That’s Sir Annoying to you.” The Dominant nodded his head. “Yeah. But who knows? I could be at this point for a while. Who knows?” The Dominants cheeks burned with color at being called out on his relationship with Mel. “Hmm, you can tell that can you?” Nic asked with a raised eyebrow. “Okay first off no .... buts or whats or questioning. I’m very aware of everything.” He blew out a breath. “Her name is Mel and she is a Capulet so right off the bat I know we can only be friends. “She’s not the daughter of the head of the family or anything like you but she just moved out of her parents place and into a wing on the estate. That is probably another big clue that she doesn’t see me in that way because even though she stays and sometimes for a couple of nights in a row, and has some things at my place for when she does stay... I guess moving in with me isn’t... an option. Maybe it would have been if I had another room or something. But she seems really happy so I’m happy for her.” He laughed. “She likes video games and food and coffee. She was on a quadruple shot the day I met her. She works in retail but only to pay the bills; her real interest is in tech but since the Montagues have that on lock down she’s struggling to find her bliss professionally. And she may actually leave Verona to peruse something. Which is I guess another reason why we are not anything but friends.” The Dominant turned to Georgie. “I have a gift apparently for relationships that can’t be.”

Georgie: "Yes, Sir Annoying." Georgie quipped back in a sing songy voice, though it was still a bit hoarse. "You're right, who knows? I could be at the stage you're currently at now before you're ready to move on from it. Then we'd have a real problem." Of course it wouldn't be any more of a problem than it was now, nothing would really change. The way he blushed made it quite obvious she'd caught him, even if he hadn't been very subtle about the whole thing. She was about to say something when he cut her off to make it clear she couldn't ask anything so she just nodded. Georgie listened carefully, genuinely curious about what was going on in his life and who the lucky girl was that was getting his affection. It was adorable, really, that when she asked to hear about this girl, he told her pretty much /everything/. It was so obvious to her that he liked her in a way that was more than just friends.

When he turned to her again, she lifted her hand to gently cup his cheek before offering a smile, "You don't know that." She dropped her hand then and pushed herself up a bit more so she could look at him face on. "Okay, I know you said no buts, whats or questioning, but too bad, cause I have a few. First of all, not all Noble families are as strict as mine. I know the Capulets are still traditional, but there is a chance they'd accept you because you're not just some commoner, you're a Watchman who also happens to be a perfect gentleman. Secondly, you think she doesn't see you as anything more than a friend just because she can't or won't move in with you? Sir, with all due respect, that's ridiculous. It's very possible that she won't move in with you because she /does/ see you in that way but doesn't want to push it." She gave him a look before shaking her head and offering a small smile, "She sounds amazing, Nico, really. I hope she doesn't leave Verona, not any time soon."

Nic: laughed as Georgie continued to tease him. He could tell her voice was bothering her though. He nodded his head when she mentioned that if they were in the same stage it would be more difficult to not want more. He leaned into her gentle touch, closing his eyes. "Don't know I have a gift for relationships that can't be? Oh I think it's a fair assessment." He rolled his eyes. "You're a horrible listener. I think that would have been true with Lady Bea still in charge. I don't have enough of a read on the new Lord Capulet, and there are other reasons for him to not like me, or the Watch. It will be interesting to see his influence now that she's living at the estate," the Dominant mused softly. "But to be fair, Mel I think is one of the Capulets who probably, wouldn't even care, Noble, not Noble. But she'd be better, professionally to get claimed by a Montague. And not a Watch Officer though. If she wanted that and I'm not sure she does." He shook his head, "I get your point but I think I've made it clear that I like having her around, and would share my space with her. I do think it is more about there only being one room, and what it would mean, what it would look like. Because it would be hard to say we're just friends if we were living together that way." The Dominant rested his head on top of Georgie's. "Thanks Georgie. She is. And I hope she doesn't either. Now let's give your voice a rest okay." He picked back up the book and started reading it. Happy to focus on something else for a bit.

Georgie: "I mean you don't know that they can't be." Not with Mel, anyways. He was coming up with reasons why not, but they sounded more like excuses than anything. "I know." She replied with a quick, raspy laugh at his comment on her not listening. "Lord Tybalt isn't as bad as people make him out to be. But I suppose that's only my experience with him, not everyone else's..." She didn't know what reasons the Lord had not to like Nico, but she didn't think this was the right time to ask. "There, so you can't use the Noble thing as an excuse with her. Let her make the decision if she cares more about her profession or with who she wants to be with." It wasn't always as easy as that, as Georgie knew well, but she wanted to give him some hope. "I guess... Well then just keep having her over until you can both figure out what you want." A small smile was tugged onto her lips as he rested his head on hers and she curled back into him, all too happy to stop talking. Her throat was really hurting again, even if she wanted to keep talking. Instead she focused on his voice, not even so much the story. His voice was so soothing, that plus the warmth of his body had her in a very happily relaxed state by the end of the book.

Nic: continued reading the book, happy that Georgie seemed to relax and stop speaking while he did so. When he finished the story he set the book aside and just leaned back against the bed. It wasn't something a lot of people were comfortable with just anyone, but it was a handy Watch skill to have to sometimes be able to be with someone and not have to talk. Sometimes there just weren't things to say. He brought a hand up, stroking it through her hair gently.

Georgie: let her eyes close as he put the book away and they just relaxed. It was nice, just being like this with someone else. The comfort he gave was unparalleled to anything in that moment. A happy hum slipped past her lips at the way his hand moved through her hair and her fingers drew light designs across his arm. She didn't want to speak, didn't want to ruin the moment and could only hope he'd stay there with her for quite a while longer. At least, she hoped he would stay until someone interrupted them to bring her dinner. But that was still a ways away and she'd take what she could for now.

Nic: let out his own soft happy hum as they settled into a quiet softness of relaxing and just being. Her fingers almost tickled against his skin but he liked it. The Dominant started softly humming a song, just the melody, no lyrics. Part of him wondered if the submissive would just fall asleep in his embrace. He wasn't sure it was a wise idea, but he also thought if she needed rest than he was more than happy to help with that.

Georgie: As Nico began to hum, a lazy smile crossed Georgie's face and her hand moved to rest gently across his stomach. She could feel the gentle vibrations in his chest and it only served to relax her more. She hadn't been aware that she was this tired, but falling asleep at night had been difficult with the coughing and the pain in her lungs when she breathed too deeply. Now she didn't focus on that, able to focus fully on him as she snuggled in the tiniest bit closer before she felt herself drifting off.

Nic: felt Georgie relax more and he was pretty sure the submissive drifted off. He had no real plans for the rest of the day, and the Dominant was still exhausted from the week that had been. Wednesday had bled into Thursday and even into Friday, and although he'd crashed early the night before, just laying here with Georgie, it was easy to feel his own eyes drifting closed. Nic reached for his phone and set an alarm for about 90 minutes. He didn't think anyone would come looking for them before then, and it would be a good rest, and possibly leave them time to watch a movie before he should leave. Alarm set, Nic rested his head on Georgie's, and just let his eyes close.

Georgie: woke to the alarm, startled slightly by the sound. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep. But as her eyes opened, a content smile slowly crossed her face and she curled closer into the warm body beside her. She didn’t speak yet, not when she felt so groggy but she couldn’t help but think how nice it was to wake up like this, even if it’s been just a nap. And by the peaceful look on Nico’s face, it was clear he’d just been woken up as well.

Nic: The alarm sounding woke Nic. He hadn’t really expected to fall into a deep sleep but apparently the warmth of Georgie’s body against his and her quiet breaths had been enough to lull him to sleep. He hoped that hasn’t been a mistake. “Hey,” The Dominant said, voice still husky with sleep, “want me to put on a movie?” Keeping her from talking would probably be a good thing but he also wasn’t sure about disturbing her; but since they were both awake now, it might be a better idea.

Georgie: hummed softly in response to his words. She liked the way she could feel the rumbling of his words deep in his chest and let her eyes close again. And though she knew she should probably move, let him get up to put in a movie, she didn't really want to. "Not yet." Her voice was more hoarse than before thanks to the sleep, but she spoke quietly so as to not hurt it. "Just lay with me 'til we're both properly awake."

Nic: “Sssshh,” He cided her. “Save your voice and your throat. Should I call someone to get you something to drink?” Nic asked. Still he didn’t move; he didn’t want to move. Georgie was warm and comfortable. “I hope it’s okay that I fell asleep too,” he murmured. “It’s been a long few days.”

Georgie: shook her head subtly, not really wanting to move at all from where she was lying so comfortably. She didn't want anyone else here, not right now. This was too good and she wanted to hang onto it as long as she could. Her smile grew slightly at his words and she tilted her head up slightly to look at him. "Of course it's okay" Her voice was a whisper now, doing what she could to relax it. "You deserve rest more than anyone, you've been so busy."

Nic: "I felt pretty confident it was okay with you, but I meant more with... you family," he admitted. And by family, he meant her mother. He had no desire to mess one on one with the head of /any/ family and the Romano's were no exception. He shook his head. "No more than anyone else working on this fire case or any of the other first responders that night." Nic shifted slightly, "how have you been sleeping since the fire? Okay?"

Georgie: "You mean Mother?" Georgie smiled lightly, knowing exactly what he meant. "She won't mind, it's just sleeping, we didn't do anything. And I will tell her that if she for some reason says something." She doubted she would, though. While her Mother was very protective of her, the submissive was sure that right now, she'd just be happy she was getting some rest. "I guess.... And yeah, okay. I mean, it's kind of hard some nights. Sometimes I cough a lot or have a hard time breathing, but it's getting easier. Also laying in bed all day makes it hard to actually sleep when the time comes."

Nic: "Well in a word, yes," the Dominant laughed. "I'm not so sure your mother sees 'anything' as just anything." The woman had practically strangled Nic with his own shirt upon hearing Georgie's name, had berated him for reaching out and the method of contact, and had never once even said thank you. Not that Nic expected the Madam to; but he'd been hoping for a different experience with a Noble head of family. The Dominant nodded his head, "that's why I set an alarm, so a nap this afternoon wouldn't make tonight too hard to sleep. No nightmares involving fire?"

Georgie: "No, you're probably right... Well I can promise I'll at least do my best to calm her should she get annoyed with you. Which, again, I doubt she would about this. Because you got permission to be here, so you're okay." She wasn't supposed to be talking, she knew, but she wanted to assure him that this was fine. Partly because she was hoping if he relaxed, there could be a chance of it happening again. "Um..." She looked down, her brow furrowing slightly as she shrugged lightly. While she hadn't had them every night, some nights she awoke, unable to breathe, thinking her room was filling with smoke.

Nic: "You don't need to do that; but I am definitely attempting to tread carefully," he laughed. "I did get permission to be here and that's probably a good thing. I've never felt so uncomfortable without my gun as I did showing up to the front gates here. Although I doubt they would have let me keep it if I'd brought it with. Good thing I wasn't coming after work," the Dominant grimaced. It wasn't unexpected, and was in part why he'd asked, but the revelation was enough. "I think it's pretty standard after what you've been through. If you want to talk about it, when you're feeling better, or write about now, to save your voice, I'm here. Or I could probably recommend a therapy group."

Georgie: "But I will, cause I want her to like you." Her Mother wasn't overly fond of any Dominants who seemed to be close to her, regardless of their relationship to her. She frowned a bit then when he admitted to having been uncomfortable without his gun. "I'm sorry you were uncomfortable. I swear none of my family would ever hurt someone without cause." She had to admit, it hurt a bit that he'd felt like there could be some danger in coming to visit her. "No, definitely not. They'd have locked it up - it would have been completely safe - but it's better to just avoid all of that..." Georgie glanced up at him again when he told her she could talk about it, and even offered a therapy group, to which she shook her head, "I um I think I'm okay. They're not every night, just when I cough too much in my sleep."

Nic: smiled at the submissive and kissed the top of her forehead. "I'm sure they wouldn't, but the last time I was caught without my gun, and others had guns..." he left out a breath, "was the night Greta died." Nic shook his head. "She took one of the first bullets and so my gun wouldn't have done much but possibly compound the tragedy, but still; it is something I'll always remember." The Dominant nodded. "The thing is, I wouldn't even blame them for locking it up, so definitely better to keep it at home if I'm coming to visit here." Nic rubbed at her back a little. "Probably a bit of a subconscious thing it sounds like."

Georgie: The gentle kiss calmed her a bit, but her frown only saddened as he explained why he had been uncomfortable. "Nico... I'm so sorry. That would have been- God, I'm just so sorry." She hated that he had gone through something like that, hated that his claim that he obviously had loved so dearly was killed right in front of him. Subconsciously, she moved closer to him, just wanting to offer some support as he gently rubbed her back. "Yeah, I guess so. It'll probably go away soon, so I'm okay with dealing with it for now."

Nic: "Thanks," the Dominant said softly, allowing Georgie to snuggle in closer. The support was nice. "It's something you hope no one else has to ever experience. And yet, people do," he said matter of factly. "If it doesn't, please talk to someone about it, instead of resorting to pharmaceutical sleep aids." The case with Ophelia Capulet and her overdose still bothered him. He still felt like if only he'd made his suspicions known sooner, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

Georgie: A soft sigh left Georgie’s lips, not really knowing what to say to that. She just couldn’t imagine being in that situation and the fact that he’d actually been in it? It was terrible. His next words confused her a bit but she nodded, “Yeah no of course. I don’t- I’m not a fan of medication if I can find an alternative.” She explained before adding, “I’ll come to you. You’re just... an amazing listener and I think you’d know exactly what to say. But I’m really okay for now.”

Nic: "Good. You wouldn't believe how many people think they won't get hooked on addictive kinds of medicines even though everything we know points to there rarely being anyone who can escape." He chuckled darkly. "Even I've had a few near misses. First, with some anti-depressants and then more recently when I bruised a couple of ribs and injured my collar bone after trying to break down a door on a raid back at the beginning of October." His cheeks warmed with her faith in him. "Thank you," the Dominant said softly. He allowed himself a moment and pressed a kiss to her cheek, just off her lips. Anything else, he knew, would be far too dangerous.

Georgie: frowned slightly, tilting her head as she listened closely to him speak of addictive medicines and his history with them. "Are you okay now? With the medicine and with the injuries from your raid..." She knew his job was dangerous, but that didn't mean she liked knowing that he got hurt. The way his cheeks tinted pink brought a smile back to her face, but the kiss had her freezing. Her eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes briefly at the touch. His lips had been so close to hers, yet not close enough. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted to kiss him. At least once. Georgie met his gaze again and leaned in slightly, close enough so she could feel his breath on her lips. But then she stopped, blinking as she realised that wouldn't be fair to them.

Nic: "I am fine," he assured her. Although he had gone through a patch where sleep medicines had been the only thing he thought could make him sleep and breaking that had been difficult. "Bruises all healed. I'd show you but ..." Nic trailed off with a soft laugh. Her face was so close and he reached up, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Georgie," the Dominant whispered softly, "what am I going to do with you?"

Georgie: "Good..." Part of her wanted to ask for more details, to know exactly what had happened and how long it had taken him to break his almost addiction. "I wouldn't mind if you showed me." She replied with a small smile, wanting to laugh but knowing she shouldn't. Her breath caught, then, as his thumb gently brushed over her lips. He wasn't doing anything to help her yearning to feel his lips on hers. "Kiss me. Please." Her words were barely a whisper, more a breath than anything.

Nic: "You'd have to move," he said, with a tilt of his head. "I won't be able to get my shirt up enough with you leaning against me." The Dominant bit down on his own lip at her request. "Like this?" Nic asked, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Or like this?" he asked, lips brushing the tip of her nose. The Dominant knew of course, what she wanted, but his own resolve was fading.

Georgie: “Fine, you can show me later. I’m too cozy to move now.” Georgie curled closer to him to make a point. But that only brought their faces closer together too. Still, she held her breath as he moved to press his lips first to her forehead and then to her nose. He was so close, she couldn’t handle it for much longer. “Not quite...” Leaning closer now, the submissive’s lips barely brushed his, needing him to make the final move. “Please.” She breathed out again, her breath surely warming his lips.

Nic: "Funny, so am I," he agreed with a grin as he eagerly accepted her closer. Her lips barely brushed against his, her words, her breath warming his lips. "So polite," the Dominant murmured, "only one thing missing." Still, he ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers in a quick, chaste kiss.

Georgie: A small smile was brought to her lips just at his gentle words, knowing what was coming. When his lips finally pressed to hers, she almost let out a sigh of relief. The kiss was quick, but before he could pull away too far, Georgie followed him and pressed her lips more firmly to his. She wasn’t trying to push this too much, but she couldn’t help herself.

Nic: chuckled softly, pulling back from Georgie and putting his finger up to her lips. "Whoah little one," the Dominant chided. "I'm still waiting to hear something from you to go with your please. Just three little letters. I want to hear it. And then I'll consider /really/ granting your request."

Georgie: A small pout crossed Georgie's lips as Nico pulled back and rested a finger on her lips to halt the kiss. She couldn't explain the feeling she got when he scolded her, using the pet name she was starting to get really fond of. "I'm sorry. Please, /Sir/." As she spoke her lips brushed over his finger, and she hoped that'd be enough for him to kiss her properly.

Nic: smiled warmly at Georgie, his whole body thrumming with warmth as she complied. "Now was that so hard?" the Dominant asked. His hand cupped her cheek again, the other sliding under her arm, fingers splaying against her upper ribs. Nic leaned in and pressed his lips to Georgies again, this time more insistently. He pulled her top lip between his sucking on it lightly before licking over her lips, his tongue seeking entry to her mouth.

Georgie: "No, Sir." She whispered back, her smile returning to her lips easily as he cupped her cheek and held her close. One of her hands moved up to rest against his chest as the other stayed gripping his arm gently. This next kiss was exactly what she'd been hoping for and she melted into it easily. A soft groan left her lips as he teased her upper lip and she easily allowed his tongue access, not hesitating to deepen the kiss. Playfully, she fought his tongue for dominance, but gave in almost immediately, her fingers curling lightly into his shirt as she leaned even closer.

Nic: 's grip on Georgie tightened as her tongue playfully fought his for dominance. Even though she leaned in closer, he was more near the side of the bed, so the Dominant" guided her back, leaning her back against the pillows, as he followed her, almost hovering above her. Nic fought himself hard to keep things light, but as expected, Georgie Romano was incredibly dangerous to him.

Georgie: was well aware that this wasn't the best idea, but she was so easily lost in the feel of his hands holding her tight and the way his lips moved against hers. Matters weren't helped as he rolled her over so she was laying on her back and the submissive gripped his shirt and arm tighter to pull him more on top of her. She wanted him hovering directly above her, or even resting his weight on her. The hand in his shirt then slipped up his chest, over his neck and into his hair, fingers curling gently as she felt her mind going fuzzy. If she was honest, she knew she'd have to break for air soon with how weak her lungs still were, but she put that off as long as she could, scared if she stopped the kiss, he wouldn't allow her any more.

Nic: moved so he was completely above Georgie, lowering his weight, and shifting it so he wouldn't crush her. He pulled back from the kiss, still wanting to taste her, pulling her lip between his again for a tease and then pressing a trail of kisses along the underside of her jaw. "Is that better?" he murmured into her ear. "Was that what you wanted?"

Georgie: was grateful when he pulled back, but didn't leave her completely. Another soft sigh of pleasure slipped from her lips as she tried to catch her breath, and she smiled lazily as he spoke softly against her ear. "That was... certainly in the right direction, Sir. But I think perhaps... another would /really/ get the point across. Don't you think?" She replied breathlessly, her fingers still running through his hair and massaging his scalp lightly. "Or maybe... maybe now you could take your shirt off. Show me you're okay.... Better position for it now, right, Sir?"

Nic: lifted his head enough to grin at Georgie. "So greedy. But good for you, I kind of like that." He leaned into her touch lightly, closing his eyes and focusing on thegentle massage. "I think taking my shirt off would be dangerous for me, especially in this position, if someone where to decide to check on us. I want you, and your family to know, that even if we can only be friends, that I respect you." Still the Dominant sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt up revealing most of his torso. "Feel free to check it out if you want."

Georgie: 's smile only grew more at his words, happy that he didn't scold her but instead found her eagerness amusing. He couldn't really blame her, not when they were both very aware of their shared attraction. His words made sense, but she wanted to disagree. It seemed like she didn't have to, though, as he sat back and pulled up his shirt. It wasn't quite off, but it was certainly good enough. "I know you respect me..." Her mouth went dry as she pushed herself up, her gaze running over his exposed torso. Her hands slowly moved to his abdomen, fingers running gently over the muscles there, taking the time to run over every contour. "Well... you certainly seem to be in good shape, Sir. No injuries that I can see..."

Nic: nodded, "I'd hope you'd know, but I know you can see how this would look to anyone walking in," the Dominant answered. "Even if I got you out of the fire." Her touch almost made him shiver, but Nic managed to keep himself under control. "I do work out regularly but not compulsively so. I prefer when my lifestyle helps keep me in shape instead. And I told you I was all healed."

Georgie: "I know." Georgie sighed softly, before allowing a small smirk to cross her face. "You know, I /could/ always lock the door. Give us complete privacy to avoid any misconceptions. I'd hate for anyone to think poorly of you..." Especially because she knew just how great he was. The submissive hummed lightly as her fingers continued to glide gently across his skin, even daring to dip low right above the waistline of his pants before sliding up again. "Well I suppose breaking down doors keeps you pretty fit, huh?" She teased lightly, finally tearing her gaze away from his body to meet his eyes again.

Nic: shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, but I want to stay fit to be able to do my job properly. Taking care of Grazie, getting her out for runs, walks, are important, but so is.... other physical pursuits with a partner." He rolled his eyes. "I don't think a locked door is stopping most people on this estate, not to mention how that looks as well," he laughed. Her daring fingers pulled a low growl from him, his eyes flashing dark when they met with hers again. The Dominant pulled his shirt back down, and settled against her again capturing her lips in a kiss one more time.

Georgie: "Ah... so you use sex as a workout. I can't blame you." It did make her laugh, though, a soft breathless one, especially as he rolled his eyes. "No, I suppose you're right. But it gives us an extra moment to get ourselves more /decent/ I suppose." The growl that left his lips sent heat rushing through her body and her hands flew up to wrap around his neck as he pushed her back down, catching her lips in another kiss. This one was as passionate as the last, but with a bit more heat which she would never say no to. Just to test his reactions, Georgie arched her body up and rocked her hips up against his, the tease meant for him only sent another rush of warmth through her body.

Nic: "In different ways, yes," he admitted, not needing to put more idea's into the young submissive's head. "All the more reason not to need that moment, at least, not yet." Still that didn't stop him from kissing her again and leaning his body down into hers. When she arched her body and rocked her hips up against his, there was no way to hide his attraction to her. He responded in kind, rolling his hips down into hers, groaning softly into her mouth.

Georgie: He kept talking in a way that made it clear they shouldn't be doing anything, but his actions told a completely different story. His reaction to her hips pressing up - him rolling his hips back against hers - had her letting a soft moan escape into the kiss. She wanted him, he knew that she did, and she could only hope that maybe, just maybe he'd throw caution to the wind. Her fingers curled in his hair again, tugging at it gently, while the other hand slid down his back and up again under his shirt. Only just so she could feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers.

Nic: arched into the touch of her fingers against the bare skin of his back. The Dominant pulled his mouth from hers, groaning as he leaned back. "I'm sorry," he said with a shake of his head. There were too many reasons why this was a bad idea, and as much as his body wanted this, his head, and if he was honest, maybe his heart, were not on the same page.

Georgie: sighed softly, having known this would happen. She'd just hoped it would happen a bit later. She carefully pulled her hands back, allowing them to fall to cover her face for a brief moment as she caught her breath again. "No, it's okay..." Her voice was soft as she lowered her hands, giving him a small smile. "I did say no sex, anyways." She teased lightly, recalling their texts from a few days prior. "You are an incredible kisser, though, sir."

Nic: "It's not, but thank you for saying so anyway," he shook his head. "You did say no sex, and I shouldn't be putting your lungs to the test." The Dominant's face colored slightly again. "Thank you Georgie, but I think that's because I was kissing a great kisser and had to keep up." He took a breath, trying to calm himself. "Your mother has trusted me, about as much as she can trust anyone she doesn't know, and I don't want to break that." Nic tilted his head. "And I wouldn't admit this but you've already called me out on it. I like Mel. I want to be more than just friends that have sex. And even if she doesn't want that, the fact is, it would hurt me, to find out she was fooling around with someone else, so I really shouldn't be doing that to her, no matter how she feels," he admitted honestly.

Georgie: reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing the colour there gently. "You're too good to me." His next words had her sucking in her bottom lip, not wanting to frown but also not quite able to smile. "I get it. Even if you're not together yet, you would like to be, and it'd be wrong for you to go sleep with someone else. Just in case she does feel the same way. I'm sorry for initiating this. I knew how you felt and I did it anyways, and that was wrong." Still, she couldn't help but be a bit selfish and feel glad that it had happened.

Nic: "It's not only that," he said. "The truth is, apart from brothel workers, until Mel, I hadn't been with anyone else since Greta. And I was only ever with Greta. The truth is, I don't really know how to do this casual thing. Not with Mel, not with you. And you're... not ready for the kind of commitment I want. So that's not fair to you either." He shook his head. "Don't apologize. I like you, I am obviously attracted to you, and this could be easy and good. I'm the Dominant and I need to be more responsible one, even if I'm not /your/ Dominant."

Georgie: was surprised to hear that, and her surprise showed as her eyebrows shot up. "Really? Well I suppose that makes sense..." He loved Greta, why would he ever have needed anyone else? And then after that, she couldn't imagine how hard it was to even consider going with anyone else. "I understand, Sir, I do, really. I will offer, though, that if things don't turn out how I hope they will for you and Mel, I can help you learn to do casual. If you'd have me." Casual was really all she could do, not having ever been in a long, serious relationship. Again, she offered a small smile and shook her head, "It's not fair for you to take all the blame. It was still my fault for suggesting it."

Nic: shrugged his shoulders a little embarrassed; obviously Georgie had a different view of him. He nodded his head; although that was what he was supposed to be doing with Mel too, was learning how to be casual and he'd sort of really messed that up. "If things don't work out. If Mel realizes I'm more into her or if she has to leave Verona... we can revisit this conversation if you want." The Dominant offered her a small smile. "Between just you and me, we would work on you taking a bit of the blame, and the repercussions of that, but if anyone had come in and seen us, and anything had happened, yes, as the Dominant I would have taken all the responsibility for what was happening."

Georgie: "I hope they do, though. I hope either you can stay friends or you could maybe become more. She'd be silly not to see how amazing you are." Though Georgie was very aware of her relationship with Nico and how they really couldn't be more than friends, she was a bit jealous that he felt something for someone else. But what really got her was the fact that that woman didn't even know, or perhaps didn't feel that way back. Nic deserved to be loved and she hoped he'd get that. "I would like that. But it would be up to you, Sir." When he again mentioned the possible consequences of their actions, she smiled lightly and leaned forward to press her lips to his cheek. "Yes, but no one came in. So therefore it's my fault. Okay?"

Nic: almost spoke up, defending Mel, but decided to keep his mouth closed. The reasons why Mel wouldn't or couldn't be with Nic were not Georgie's business. "I do hope we'll at least stay friends," the Dominant said with a gentle smile. "I'll be sure to let you know. I mean if Mel ends up having to leave, or needs to stop seeing me for whatever reason, you're kind of the only person I've talked to about how I actually feel about her; honestly. And I have a feeling I would need a friend." Nic shook his head, finger pressing to her nose. "It's a little, your fault. But also mine."

Georgie: was again a bit surprised to hear that he'd only spoken to her about this, but that surprise was quickly replaced by warmth. She was happy he considered her a friend; a friend that he was close enough to to share these things with. "And I have a feeling I can be the best friend ever." She teased lightly before scrunching up her nose at his touch. "I guess a little makes sense, seeing as I'm the 'little one'. So I suppose I can share the blame with you; just this once cause I don't usually like sharing."

Nic: "I like the sound of that," he admitted. The Dominant shook his head with a grimace, scrunching up his nose. "Generally neither do I." He looked around, "how about we watch a movie now? Your choice and then I'll get out of your hair."

Georgie: A small frown formed on her face as she replied, "I don't want you to get out of my hair. You being here is the most fun I've had since I got back from the hospital. But yeah... let's watch a movie." She pursed her lips as she tried to think of something good to watch before asking, "What's your preference; rom coms or action? I can't decide which I'd rather right now."

Nic: laughed. "Good to know. But if I leave someone might actually bring you some food or something. And that will probably be wanted." He tilted his head, "hmmm maybe not an action; I think we've had enough of that for a while."

Georgie: "Nope, I'd much rather have you than food." She replied with a cheeky grin, though she did really notice her throat hurting again and knew she should probably stop talking soon. "Works for me. Can we watch The Holiday? I know it's kind of Christmassy... Oh! Or You've Got Mail, I haven't watched that one in a while."

Nic: laughed, shaking his head. "Nice to see the smoke didn't damage your incoragableness." The Dominant thought about the movie choices suggested and nodded his head. "You've Got Mail, I love the whole part about New York in the fall and a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils. Cheezy originality that I love," he grinned, getting up and starting the movie before settling back on the bed with Georgie and pulling her into his side again, reaching for the soft blanket and tucking it around them.

Georgie: "Oh, that'll never go away." Georgie beamed at the fact that he knew exactly what You've Got Mail was about. Really it was like everything he did only made her like him more. "Who knew you were so cheesy?" She cuddled into his side as the movie began, a content smile on her face. This was what she needed; just a relaxing afternoon, being held by someone she cared about. If anything could cure her, it was this.

Nic: "It's a well guarded secret," he teased once the movie started. "Now shush because this movie is too good to miss."

Georgie: laughed softly before bringing the blanket up to her chin, getting cosy to watch the movie. As always, she laughed, cried and smiled. But as the movie ended, she almost didn't want it to, cause she knew he'd be leaving soon.

Nic: enjoyed the movie, he always did. The ending always gave him goosebumps though, from when Tom Hanks asks what about if he wasn't Fox Books and she wasn't The Shop Around the Corner, saying how he'd ask her out...for as long as they both shall live, until she sees him in the park and she admits she wanted it to be him. It wasn't exactly the kind of love he and Greta had, as they were never that opposing or had reason to be kept apart, but it still touched the Dominant. The fight, the overcoming obstacles; he loved it. "I don't know why I love that movie so much," he chuckled, although his voice cracked slightly betraying his emotion. "Someone should make all the Montague's and Capulet's sit down and watch it to see that just because you /should/ be enemies, it doesn't mean you /have to be/; especially if you let your guard down and really get to know someone.

Georgie: smiled as she looked over at him. There was something about him, the way he said things like that that just had her liking him more than she should. "I think you love it cause it's an amazing movie." The submissive replied softly before nodding, "If it were that simple, it would be an amazing idea. Do you think this degree actually did anything for them?"

Nic: Laughed; his love of the movie was born of nostalgia and memories, like most things in his life. He pondered her question for a moment. “On a case by case basis, yes. On the other hand I feel the decree lead to even more distrust due to feeling betrayed. Is it really so different with Noble families? Or is it more ego than anything?”

Georgie: shrugged as she thought about his answer. "I mean... my family is not meant to associate with Montagues. If a family as a whole disagrees with another family's way of living, then it's better off to just not associate with them all together?" She didn't believe that completely. She couldn't as she thought of the friends she'd made who happened to be Montagues. "I think ego plays into it as well, though. If two families hate each other and a claim occurs between them, one family might see themselves as having 'lost' a submissive to this other family. It's ridiculous of course because the submissive obviously chose that for themselves, but I think that's how these two families specifically are seeing it."

Nic: "That just seems like segregation to me and I thought as a whole, society was trying to move past that," he admitted. "But I know very little about what it means to be a Noble family, and I guess it's easier to think this way when you don't have to consider those kinds of things. How do things work in your family?" the Dominant asked. "Both with the submissives that are claimed in and the ones, like you, that will Claim out?"

Georgie: "I know..." Georgie knew it sounded silly, because it kind of was, but she agreed with anything her mother said because she knew what was best for the family. "Well, for us, we're all very close. And basically our Heads have the final say in everything. What they say, goes. If you don't listen, you get punished." She grimaced slightly at the thought of her impending punishment... "But any submissives claimed into the family are accepted completely, because they are now Romanos and we treat all Romanos as family. As for submissives claiming out... a lot of the time, we have to look into how that claim could benefit the family. We're not just gonna run off with someone and leave the Romanos behind. I have it even more so being Madam Celeste's daughter." She gave him a sad sort of smile before shrugging, "It's okay, though, just means I need to keep my standards very high."

Nic: "I don't know that I could live like that," he admitted. "And no offense but it seems to make my job...redundant and that just doesn't exactly sit well with me." He nodded his head, "but what about their families from before?" Nic couldn't imagine having had to make Greta give up her family. It was another thing he worried about with pursuing Mel, and even trying to think about something with Georgie herself that way. It made him sad for her. Because it seemed like what she could do for the family was of more importance than her own happiness and that didn't sit right with him at all. It reminded him of submissives who ended up with Dominants that mistreated them in some way; and he'd seen his fair share of that on the job.

Georgie: shrugged slightly, offering an awkward sort of smile. "When you're raised the way I was, it just makes sense. Your job isn't redundant, though, you're still there to protect everyone in the city. That's an extremely important task." When asked about the families of before, her smile brightened a bit, "Oh, they are more than welcome to stay part of the submissive's life, of course. Since a lot of the claims have more riding on them than just love, it's actually very common that our families become close." Or business partners but that was neither here nor there. She could tell what she'd said didn't seem to sit well so she gave him a gentle nudge, smiling sweetly, "I'll be okay. I like knowing that I can do something to benefit my family; they're the most important thing to me. Besides, they're allowing me to have my fun now before I need to focus on all that serious stuff."

Nic: returned Georgie's smile. He had enough experience with Noble families that they could, /should/ protect their own without the Watch and that they couldn't be trusted. Probably because they were neutral and aimed to stay as such. That of course didn't make protecting the others in Verona any easier. "I think it would have been even more difficult for Greta's family if they'd hadn't been such a big part of our life; like they would have missed something, or I would have taken even more from them." He shook his head. "I am glad you think so. And if nothing else I hope you find a fit that is just as much for you, as for your family."

Georgie nodded slowly, understanding what he meant as she offered him a small smile. "I'm glad that they were part of your lives. I hope you were able to support each other after..." She let out a soft sigh, still feeling sad every time she thought about the hardship he had gone through. "I'd never be able to just leave my family behind for a new one. I mean... I'd hope I would gain a new one, get involved and welcomed into my Dominant's family. But I wouldn't ever trade them for a new one, you know?" Georgie nodded then, a brighter smile on her face as she did, "That's the ultimate goal. I think I'll make that work, I hope I will, anyways."

Nic: "It was difficult," he admitted. "I had a lot of guilt. I still do. So we're not as close as we once were, or at least, they aren't with me. But her family is still close with mine." The Dominant nodded his head. "I hope you get all you want Georgie," he said, ruffling her hair. "You deserve it." Nic chuckled softly. "If anyone can; I have no doubt it would be you. I know well enough that when you want something, it's pretty hard not to get caught up in it."

Georgie: “I'm sorry that you do." It wasn't her place to tell him he shouldn't feel guilty, but she did hope he would find a way to eventually forgive himself; even if she did think there was nothing to forgive. She laughed as he ruffled her hair, coughing a little as she did. "I'm not sure I do, but thanks." Georgie couldn't help but blush a bit at his words, though a small smirk crossed her face as she shrugged, "Sorry about that... You're just too easy to want."

Nic: laughed. "Yeah, well, I hope you're coming to see why we're a wrong fit that way. I have nothing to offer your family. And I want more than you do right now; although I could wait." When she started coughing he frowned. "I hope you feel better soon. I should probably get out of your hair. Let you rest, eat, and all that."

Georgie: pouted, still not completely pleased with it even if she knew full well he had a point. "You have your charm and your intelligence and your stupidly handsome face. That's plenty to offer." She huffed a bit before allowing a small smile, "I wouldn't make you wait. Not for me, that's just silly. You go get your girl." The submissive nodded, thought she really didn't want him to go. Still, she'd taken up a lot of his time off and she knew he didn't get a whole lot of that. "I guess... You go rest up, too, enjoy your evening off."

Nic: "To you, sure. To your family, to your Mother? I hardly think so," he said with a fond roll of his eyes. His face flushed as she continued, even allowing himself a moment to think of Mel as /his/ girl was a huge step. Not to imagine thinking of all the other things he wanted, and if he could have them with Mel. The Dominant leaned in and pressed a kiss to the middle of Georgie's forehead. "I will. Gotta get Grazie out for a bit. Things have been crazy the last few days." He stood up and reached for Georgie's hand. "See me out?"

Georgie: "I think Mother would be fond of your stupidly handsome face." Georgie replied with a soft laugh, before smirking a bit, always loving the way she knew how to make him flush so easily. A soft contented hum left her lips as he kissed her forehead and she nodded as he stood, "I'm sure she always loves when you're home to give her attention." She took his hand and stood up, leading him back through the cottage to the front door. She stopped there and smiled up at him, a little twinkle in her eyes as she tapped her lips with her free hand. "One more for the road?"

Nic: "She apparently has yet to register it," he winked, teasingly. "She's used to being the only girl in my life. I'm not about to push her aside just because I'm being more social now. She's going to be a true litmus test. Can't handle my princess, can't handle me," he joked. Her request wasn't all that unexpected. He leaned in, cupping one cheek, the other hand gripping her waist firmly. His lips moved in, close to her ear and he whispered, "I'm going to be so nice, and not even tell you what I know you really want me to do." Still he pressed his lips against hers, kissing the submissive soundly. "Be good," he said huskily before opening the door and slipping away into the early evening.

[ghostnerddan]

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You took the time to type all those out. Now I must do this.1. What is you middle name?Cecilia kind of2. How old are you?16
3. When is your birthday?September 17 2001
4. What is your zodiac sign?Virgo
5. What is your favorite color?Purple (but to wear black)
6. What’s your lucky number?It changes because it's always my age so right now 16
7. Do you have any pets?No :(
8. Where are you from?Illinois 
9. How tall are you?5'1????
10. What shoe size are you?Idk
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?8 
12. What was your last dream about?Something about Markiplier and his vlogs. It was very realistic.
13. What talents do you have?Lol talents what talents?
14. Are you psychic in any way?I dream about the possibility, but no.
15. Favorite song?Right now Secret Love Song
16. Favorite movie?All Disney, Matilda and Coraline (I can't choose one)
17. Who would be your ideal partner?Someone kind, smart, and has good morals. Like Sum!
18. Do you want children?Meh, not really.
19. Do you want a church wedding?It doesn't really matter. Logically, it would be easier and less expensive to just elope.
20. Are you religious?50/50 it's weird
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?Yes, I broke my collarbone
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?No???
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?Nope, I stay inside all day. Also what celebrity goes to Chicago?
24. Baths or showers?Showers
25. What color socks are you wearing?Blue, black and purple!
26. Have you ever been famous?Pfttttttt, no way!
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?Not really
28. What type of music do you like?Answered.
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?No
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?Not enough
31. What position do you usually sleep in?I curl myself up in a ball and hug my stuffed animal puppy named Moon. 
32. How big is your house?It's a main floor and basement.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?Answered
34. Have you ever fired a gun?Answered
35. Have you ever tried archery?Nope, but it sounds interesting
36. Favorite clean word?Answered 
37. Favorite swear word?Answered 
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?Answered
39. Do you have any scars?At this moment nope!
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?No way
41. Are you a good liar?I'd say I'm good at bottling up my negativity so yes??
42. Are you a good judge of character?I'd like to say yes
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?I'm an amateur at best, but yeah I can do other accents.
44. Do you have a strong accent?Chicago accent so yeah??
45. What is your favorite accent?Russia accent and Italian accent are a lot of fun. But a ghetto accent comes easily for me.
46. What is your personality type?Introvert who wants to be noticed but when they are noticed wants to run away.
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?Idk
48. Can you curl your tongue?Answered 
49. Are you an innie or an outie?Innie
50. Left or right handed?Right
51. Are you scared of spiders?YES
52. Favorite food?Strawberries!!!!,!!!!!
53. Favorite foreign food?Mongolian Beef and Rice
54. Are you a clean or messy person?Normally clean *sitting in messy room* 
55. Most used phrased?YEET
56. Most used word?Yeah, nooooooooooooo
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?Less than 25 minutes??
58. Do you have much of an ego?Hah that requires self esteem 
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?Suck
60. Do you talk to yourself?Yep
61. Do you sing to yourself?Heck yes
62. Are you a good singer?Hell no
63. Biggest Fear?Being a disappointment/offending people
64. Are you a gossip?Gossip is boring 
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?All Avengers/Marvel movies
66. Do you like long or short hair?Short
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?Answered 
68. Favorite school subject?Art
69. Extrovert or Introvert?Introvert
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?No
71. What makes you nervous?Answered 
72. Are you scared of the dark?Answered 
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?No
74. Are you ticklish?..................noooooo.......
75. Have you ever started a rumor?No, I hate rumors
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?I'm assistant manager for paint crew...somehow
77. Have you ever drank underage?No, I'll never drink period
78. Have you ever done drugs?Nope, and never will
79. Who was your first real crush?This is a bit hard to say? Cause like??? What's the difference between crush and someone you love??
80. How many piercings do you have?Both of my ears are pierced but I haven't worn earrings for a while.
81. Can you roll your Rs?“As long as I'm also saying a word with an R
82. How fast can you type?Answered 
83. How fast can you run?Really fast at first but runs out of steam quickly 
84. What color is your hair?Brown
85. What color is your eyes?Brown
86. What are you allergic to?Nothing 
87. Do you keep a journal?Nah
88. What do your parents do?My mom is bling and my dad deals with the software that makes sure babies in the mom's womb are okay.
89. Do you like your age?Not really cause people treat you like a child and expect you to act like an adult.
90. What makes you angry?Rude, inconsiderate people
91. Do you like your own name?Sure
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?Why do you expect me to want kids?? 
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?I don't really want a child
94. What are you strengths?My imagination and vivid dreams 
95. What are your weaknesses?Insecure, bottles up emotions, social anxiety, and my imagination 
96. How did you get your name?I'm named after my grandpa
97. Were your ancestors royalty?I don't think so
98. Do you have any scars?Right now nope!
99. Color of your bedspread?Pink
100. Color of your room? Baby blue.

[49scribes-a]

Starters From Shit Said In Gaming Streams:

Some NSFW and potentially triggering content

“Yeah sometimes those big zombies just don't take the hint and then half their bodies come after me.”

“Stop throwing up zombies. Its unsanitary.”

“Thigh highs fit for any _____.”

“BARREL ROLL.”

“Stop keeping quotes about the shit I say when I'm _________.”

“OH, RAPID FIRE. RAPID FIRE. LOOK AT THAT.”

“...whatever the fuck that shit is.”

*sarcastically* “Oh nooo... an ambush. Like, whatever will I do.”

“Y'know I would've fallen from whatever height that was and I would've gotten up.”

“OYNO. Where is it? KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT.”

“Ew it popped.”

“____lord disapproves.”

“Rocking that [name]licious scarf.”

“SHIT ITS BOY/GIRLFRIEND IS COMING.”

“Oh, shit, that's a lot.”

“Of course half of them had to live.”

“Oh did you die finally? Thanks for the money! Even if you only had ___.”

“You made people suffer enough when you were alive. Can't you, y'know, give it a rest?”

“I'm little red riding hood~”

" 'Just got [name]'d'. WOW. You really gonna go there?”

“Already went there.”

“Okay I'm bored. I'm gonna leave it. I'm gonna leave it alone.”

“Op she's vomitting zombies.”

“Deeeeaaaaaath.”

“[name]licious used Swift! Its super effective!”

“Please stop.”

“Whoa that star kinda freaked out.”

“Pop goes the zombubble.”

“Y'know whenever people say [ran him through with a sword] I think of someone like literally running and PLUNGING their sword through someone.”

“If ur sword-running game ain't as strong as Season 2 Suzaku's y'ain't doin it right.”

“We don't talk about that ending. That still hurts me.”

“OF COURSE WE DO. You know what we REALLY don't talk about?"

“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT _____.”

“The goat people!!! And the trees...”

“We've got demonic goat people, I think some frogs... yep, definitely a frog.”

“This house is on fire but it wasn't me.”

“Ooooo legendary shoulders.”

“Oh great, they explode.”

“Biiiirb. Birb birb birb birb. Caw caw motherclucker. BIIIIIRB.”

“I'm going to name this bird ______, and it will be the best ______.”

“Did you just name that ____ after [name]?”

“[name]licious and [name]. Nice(tm).”

“You could've lived if you just stayed still like a good tree.”

“Swift Game Intensifies.”

“Cat Fight!”

“Long time no dick shot.”

"[NAME] YOU ARE BANNED.”

“Holy shit that was a trip.”

“The sweet sound of projectile evisceration.”

“Anybody alive on this side? Okay good I don't need that kind of drama in my life.”

“I COULDN'T STOP PUNCHING HIM.”

“Story of my life.”

“I love how you got literally blown away.”

“Fuck your _____-- SHIT, FUCK--”

“We forgot to start a swear count.”

“Explode, explode, explode-- yyeeaaaaa.”

“I HATE LIFE WHAT IS THAT HOW DID I MISS”

“RIPPERONI SWISS CHEESE”

“Don't you give me your patronizing pats I don't need them.”

“See if I ever give you sympathy pats again.”

“I'm still keeping quotes just fyi.”

“Fucking gasp.”

“BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP BLOWUP.”

“STOP TAKING QUOTES, [NAME] oh my god--”

“I need to take that guy over there with that freaking shotgun Hell nya.”

“YOINK.”

“Eeeeew he ragdolled...”

“Uuuh what did you guys see-- actually nope no I take it back I don't wanna know I don't wanna know what you guys saw.”

“2 much swear 4 utube.”

“I... read that as [do you know how many brain dead dick heads I've hung in my life] and I was like... since when did you kill people?”

“If I killed people you would know because I wouldn't be able to keep my disgusting disection pictures to my fucking self.”

"[CHECK OUT THIS ORGAN LOOK HOW WEIRD IT IS].”

“I was going to laugh if you pole-vaulted to your doom.”

“Well, no, you can swing across. Me? I'm gonna get fUCKED.”

“HIS LEG WORK.”

“I'M IN ATUAL TEARS.”

“I'm like... expecting something to blow up at this poi-- aaand there it is.”

“I don't know what you're reaching for cuz God ain't gonna help you.”

“Wouldn't it be funny if he hit the window and he just... didn't go through it. Just hit the window with a loud THUNK like a bird hitting glass.”

“That rocket launcher is gonna become my best friend.”

“YOU STILL FUCKING SURVIVED THAT SHIT? YOU TOOK IT TO THE /FACE/.”

“Fuck off, I don't want what you're selling-- I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING.”

“Fuck your turret gun.”

“Fuck it.”

“YEAA-- NOOOOO.”

“How did that not just shove his nose into his skull?”

“I wouldn't have gotten back up, I would've been down. I would've probably been knocked out or... winded... and crying.”

“Yea fuck you _______ I don't like you either.”

“Her name is _____ lady and _____ lady it shall stay.”

“I can't wait to-- Oh look another fucking _______.”

“MAN, HE TWIRLLLED.”

“When I die, I want to ragdoll.”

“Why ragdoll like an Uncharted NPC when you can ragdoll like a Skyrim character leaping off the top of the Throat of the World on the back of a horse.”

“The music is so nice when you don't pay attention to the destruction around you.”

“I want to glitch through the ground, stretching for miles across the land while twitching enough to unnerve the most bad ass fucker before flipping off into space like a goddamn hyper speed rubber band.”

“You want the weirdest things...”

“But they are simple things.”

“How is her makeup still straight. Eye liner still on point.”

“HEY LOOK ITS YOU-- I'm just kidding.”

“You hurt my feelings, that IS totally me.”

“Worship me and my big blue ball.”

“Oh that werewolf fucker. Fucking closet furry.”

“Manicure my _____ nails.”

“I know, I have to fix your ass because all your shit is where its not supposed to be.”

“WELL ITS NOT FUN IF I MAKE IT EASY.”

“DO U THINK I WANT PEOPLE IN HERE TOUCHING ALL MY SECRET SHIT.”

“I GOT PORN MAGS IN HERE.”

“You know I just kinda realized how weird of a pose that is.”

“Tbh -- its taking a huge shit.”

“For some reason I forgot the water drains and thought the statue's loin cloth lifts to reveal a doorway between its legs.”

“God damn it, tired of your bullshit. Have to keep fixing your stuff. Keep fixing your ______...”

“This isn't a dagger. Its a _____. But I'd still stab someone with it.”

*Opens my chastity belt.*

“You know its actually kinda romantic down here---no its not.”

“I transcended the ban like a boss.”

“YOU'RE STILL BANNED, [NAME].”

“GET VORED BY THE STATUE.”

“WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS.”

“I really hope I get that job so I can buy that shirt that says [_______] I've been wanting.”

“No, the part with the ice caves, before you meet Furry McFuckgoat.”

“While that is a very metal fucking way to die -- it also seems extremely uncomfortable.”

“I was surprised there wasn't anything supernatural... or weird. I mean besides the exploding mummies.”

“WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THOSE GOLEM POSERS.”

“What a dick! Making me throw that grenade without meaning to!”

“You know I just shot him... a clip full... in the dick. I didn't mean to but... it happened.” ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Have a grenade.”

“Yeah you're not allowed up here. You have a ______. We don't serve your kind here.”

“New user -- who dis”

“I might regret this decision later.”

“[Name], please, stop playing peek-a-boo.”

“That dead guy just... waves goodbye as he ragdolls.”

“I HAVE REGRETS.”

“You know what, just as well. I have regrets. I didn't mean to throw that grenade.”

“PANICKING. PANICKING.”

“THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FANCY WITH YOUR ROLLING?”

“Okay that guy was defying gravity for a while there, that was kinda weird.”

“YOU'RE NOT FANCY-- Oh my god he twirled.”

“I FOUND WHAT I WANT.” *runs*

“REGRETS. Aaaah, regrets. A lot of regrets.”

“That death twitch... as seen on Twitch TV.”

“Little man, compensating much.”

“Right in the Shnoz.”

“ZIG ZAG, ZIG ZAG.”

“I DON'T THINK ZIG ZAG WORKS WITH MILITARY RPGS.”

“Make-up still on point. Hair still flawless.”

“LAMINATE YOUR FUCKING MAP. ITS RAINING. IS THAT MAP EVEN RELIABLE AT THIS POINT.”

“Where would you laminate a map in ______? What do you think there's a Kinkos around the corner?

“GOD IDK, BUT PUT IT IN SOMETHING MORE WATERPROOF THAN YOUR ASS POCKET.”

“Oh man that is the best twirl I have ever seen.”

“Fab. He practiced.”

“I just had to process Impressed because I heard it as Imp Breasts.”

“Drama queen. Fucking clutching his chest to die. Just ragdoll like everyone else.”

“Hey, what has more brains than the gunmen right now? The wall behind them.”

"[that didn't attract too much attention] YOU RAN A TRAIN THROUGH A BUILDING.”

“I am just a soggy man.”

“I have water logged fingers.”

“Yeah. YEAH. I forgot about these actually. Ah... ha ha... I forgot about these...” *cries*

“Her tits are always bigger from the side. The fuck is with that. They never the same size either. Watch. Watch them titties grow.”

“All Aboard the Pain Train.”

“Push your ass off the train-- BYE.”

“REALLY. YOU-- who has the strength of a shit ton of fucking monkeys... can't kick that through?”

“My heart just did A Thing at being called [they].”

“I never actually see the scenery on this train because I'm always dying.”

“BANE OF MY EXISTENCE RIGHT HERE. Guess my streak of Not Dying is gonna end right here.”

“AAH I ALMOST DIED-- I almost died there too.”

“SPLAT.”

“Railroaded.”

“Oh, I'm gonna have to fight a big guy. I really-- please don't make me fight a big guy.”

“Damn he thicc.”

“Here, its a present~” *throws a grenade*

“I think they want a receipt for their present so they can return it.”

“Bye-- I think that was a dick shot.”

“I love the sound of glass breaking.”

“I missed...” *tsk* “That's a problem.”

“Hey. For stress relief, fling yourself. Right there. To the left.”

“LAAAAAAAAUNCH.”

“Just fucking launch into oblivion for stress relief.”

“I just ate someone else’s half eaten burger like the trash goblin I am.”

“I am both mildly disgusted with myself and yet satisfied because it was a good burger.”

“Oblivion is to the left. Just launch into it. Embrace it. Fly like the majestic fucking eagle you are.”

*singing* “Life... hates me. I hate life.”

“Did he just die crab walking.”

“Died doing what he loved. Being a crab. Snip snap.”

“Am I the only one here who sees perfect opportunities to fling myself off a cliff and actually does it?”

*whimpers* “WELLIguessitwasallfornothingbecausenowIhavetodiebecausethisasshole--”

“That's the sound of when you get your ass shredded.”

“Good lord--”

“Shredded Wheat [name]s.”

“I hope if I ever die by gun, its to one of those. I wanna look and feel like swiss cheese.”

“You gonna one-punch fuck me like jason borne?”

“ONE PAAAUUUUUUUUNCH.”

“FUCK I got stuck in the wall...”

“HOW THICK THAT DUDES ARMS ARE.”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME I was trying to get away from you.”

“That cat is looking at me like [Why are you yelling so much?]”

“Man you eat more bullets than dogs in Resident Evil.”

“Fuck my life, Terminator.”

“That's not his liver...”

“That's totally his liver.”

“Well that's what you get for not paying for your train ticket.”

“Train stops here.”

“Guess they got... sidetracked.”

“You could say he's got a one-track mind.”

“You could say its been derailed.”

“I don't think this is the best train of thought for this situation.”

"I think I can, I think I can...”

“YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SNEAKING UP ON ME LIKE THAT.”

“I hope I took them out wiTH MY DEATH.”

“Fucking gave him a sliding icy nut shot.”

“Packed some powder onto those donut holes.”

“I didn't say I was coming naked to this place.”

“Just barrel roll over a fucking corpse it coo'l.”

“Where do these fuckers get grenades at like... they need to shove their grenades up their ass.”

“I don't know what the fuck you think you saw but it wasn't me.”

*Hands you voreos*

“Get out of here with your voreos.”

[survivor-iceland]

Ep. 6 - “it’s either yeet or be yeeted” - John

Raffy

I love that my plan went through, but I hope Justin isn't too mad in EoE

John

i made the merge! who woulda thought. but i will say that this next vote is the first time i’m legitimately nervous for a vote. with zoe not having a vote, we need to somehow get 2 people to vote alongside our alliance without exposing the alliance. but this is also assuming this alliance is trustworthy. it’s either yeet or be yeeted.

Raffy

Last night was a big step forward with my new alliance: Mental Gymnastics (John, Timmy, Dylan, Zoe, and I). We had a huge alliance chat where we discussed potential targets/threats as well as people we think we can trust. It seems that John and Zoe want to go after Sierra and Stephen. The former because they find Sierra kind of annoying and a big threat, considering that they talk socially with everyone. John and Zoe want to limit them so that they do not create an opposing alliance against us. They are targeting Stephen because they believe that he is a smart quiet type that will prove me deadly as the game wears on. He's a sleep cell in their mind. Zoe feels like she can pull in Keith, and I feel like I can pull in Ellie which means we would have the votes to take care of anyone during this first merge vote. For the time being, I plan on being wholly loyal to this alliance, but I need to make sure I watch my back. I can't say that I trust Zoe and John going into a F7 or F6 scenario. I feel like they would turn on this alliance as long as it benefits them in the slightest. So, I have to be sure to strike first and strike fast. I also happen to know that Zoe has an idol, but she does not have a vote in this next tribal. Unfortunate. That means we do know both Ellie's and Keith's votes, but I am certain we can get them. I'm praying that all goes well for this alliance right now. I want a smooth first merge vote because I have not had one of those in a while.

Sierra

I made it to the merge! I was so scared that I wouldn't even make it past the first vote or so... but I actually made it to the merge! I can't believe how things have shaken out. I feel very connected to certain people on my tribe -- John and Zoe, particularly. We've been together since the very beginning, and we've said that we have each others' backs. I also have ties to Ellie and to Joseph on the other tribe. If things work out and we are all actually on the same page, that means that I have four people who definitely would like to work with me. With a tribe merging at this size, I only need a few more votes to secure a majority, too! I feel like I could pull in Maynor, Keith, or Stephen, so that's good too. Fingers crossed that everything works out and that I'm safe for another round!

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/-jY0VjLB41M

John

I WAS SO CLOSE ugh i’m mad. especially because we lost to who i wanted out. and now everything is kinda screwed up. but we will push through. TimmyJay really @ing me that I did worse than Ellie. Also like wtf I’m supposed to be a physical player, like I-

Joseph Collins

Almost got immunity. 4th place isn’t 1st. Who knows how strong that melrakki tribe was? We have to find some cracks so we can get one of them out and make the numbers even. 

John

i have a lot riding on this vote. this vote effectively will detach myself from tribal lines and will really put me out there as a player in this game. it has to work, or otherwise i’m in hot water. it seems like i have the troops aligned to take a shot at sierra, so we’re gonna pray.

Ellie

Ok so I was talking to Sierra and we were discussing who would be easiest, Timmy’s name came up, Keith’s name came up, we said that it wouldn’t be right to vote Keith out just because of timezone and we also didn’t want Timmy out. So we kept talking, and they told me that John threw out Joseph’s name, ironically right after that John starts talking to me and he’s talking about who he wants to vote out. I obviously don’t give him a name and he goes “that’s not helpful” ok John, I see you. So he starts talking about how he wants a social player out, and I’m expecting him to say Joseph when instead he says Sierra. I’m shook, because Sierra told me that they were close with John, Zoe, and Stephen. So apparently a blindside is among us, I told Raffy, my closest ally that nobody suspects is my closest ally, and he’s like, if they want to eat each other alive then let them. I don’t want Sierra to go from a personal standpoint because they seem amazing, but from a game standpoint it makes sense.

Sierra

Right now, John wants to vote for Joseph. However, I am also in an alliance with Ellie and Joseph... which makes this yet another difficult decision. I was hoping that there would be an easy person to vote out at the merge and that we could move through the first merged tribal without tearing my alliances apart. For now, Ellie wants to find a strategic name to vote for. If it isn’t John, Zoe, Joseph or myself, I think I’ll be okay with it! Personally I don’t think now is the time for big moves, but I’m willing to go for it if there’s no otherwise easy vote.

Raffy

Stephen winning immunity is kind of a bummer because it messes with our plan to vote him out. However, we decided to just move on to our next target on the list: Sierra. They’re social game is a little too strong for my liking, so it’s best to take them out now before anything else. Apparently, though, all the game talk happened last night as John managed to get Maynor and Keith down to vote Sierra. Also, Ellie is telling me all about her talk with Sierra and John. Apparently, Sierra is trying to target Keith or Timmy which is not Gucci. Not only that, but they threw John under the bus by telling Ellie that John said Joseph’s name. Obviously I know where their loyalty lies. So, I managed to convince Ellie to play in the middle for the most part and let John/Sierra duke it out while we watch from the sidelines. In that way, she’ll be more comfortable voting Sierra cause at least it’s not us. John is painting a big red target on himself though. He’s acting very much like a puppet master, but that’s fine by me because that means people will target him and not me. Plus, if I ever do need to betray him, it’d be easier to do if he has a big red target on his back

Joseph Collins

I’m about to rally the troops for a John blindside. Expeditiously. I heard from multiple people that he threw my name out. John Tucker Must Die (2006) 

Dylan C

So my personal strategy is just continuing to play dumber than I actually am for now, I suppose. 

John

this is the biggest mess. i’ll be surprised if sierra doesn’t find out about this. people can’t keep their mouths shut to save their lives i swear.

Timmy

This plan to get Sierra out is iconic. I'm so happy this is happening. Right now Mental Gymnastics is really running this game, but also I am aware there are very strong players in this alliance...as well as the fact that Maynor isn't in it. Obviously I'm going to be working with Maynor closer than the alliance and I have been telling him everything in there. Zoe and John are too close to each other and it's concerning. I just hope the next few rounds can be simple before I start attacking...but if I need to go on the attack sooner, that's fine by me. And I will do so by collecting those not in Mental Gymnastics and make them realize that they're on the outs.

Joseph Collins

I have to hold off on a blindside rn but I feel like it’s my time to go home. We’ll see though. This is probably the most paranoid I’ve been before a tribal

Keith John

Hello Hello Well I have been busy last few days so I havent been able to catch up to people. but its so amazing how for the first time, thanks to the merge. people actually are msging or replying to me. I guess they need votes or feel like they r on the chopping block. Other than that its been slow Plan is sierra this tribal, As usual I dint get any say. But I cant complain. I wasnt able to keep JACK, He was willing to work with me. but majority felt he should go, then cormac's evac and justin went. so I dont have much traction in this game. So for now gotta stay low and vote with the majority. And maintain my alliance with Zoe and focus of building more relationships Side note. Loved the challenge. It was so much fun. I hope we have more of these. I think I have a shot such challenges. 

Zoe <3 luv u jay

okay MOM here's ur confession As a part of the idol hunt I had to form an alliance with at least one member of my tribe and two members of another tribe, which was simple because John and I already wanted to team up with Timmy and Dylan. Before I made the chat, I had been talking to Raffy who said that he was also close with the two of them, and so it seemed natural that we would all band together anyway, and thus Mental Gymnastics was formed. I like the group a lot so far, but it hasn't been one vote yet so whether or not I can trust them is still up in the air. John and I agreed that this group of five, however, could not be the final five, and that ultimately we had to vote off Raffy first and then probably Dylan, even though I like them both a lot. That's the game, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Because Stephen won immunity (experience has its perks), this vote, Sierra HAS to go. It's clear that Sierra thinks they are using John and I, as well as my relationship with Keith, to get what they want out of the vote. Although what they want out of the vote, I'm not even sure. After John suggested Joseph in "oh, worm?" Sierra immediately went and TOLD Joseph that it was John and I gunning for him (which Raffy told us that Ellie told him that Joseph told her), even though we just both passively said that we were good with voting for him to throw Sierra off the scent. Who does that? That's not even a good Chaos Kass move. THAT'S the wannabe Chaos Kass right there. But I'm pretty positive that Sierra is going to be the one voted out tonight, because both they and Stephen think that Joseph is going, though Stephen knows that Sierra told Joseph he was the vote, so Stephen might even flip to our side with that. Even though I don't have my vote after I lost it during the idol hunt, I think it was the best time for that to happen, because everyone except for a select few know that Sierra is the vote tonight.

After all that happens at tribal tonight, I think some scrambling might have to be done to ensure that Stephen is the next vote. He CAN'T win individual immunity, or else we'll have to make a very hard decision. I knew we should have gotten him out before merge, damn Cormac for getting medivac'd. Stephen would've been out like Ellen Page at the 2014 HRC Las Vegas Time to Thrive conference.

Happy, mom?

Sierra

Zoe and John told me the numbers were together to vote out Joseph. However, when I asked Maynor, Maynor seemed to have not been told. I’m pretty sure the votes are actually on me, since a lot of this seems to be happening behind my back and I’m the last one getting told. I’m voting for Joseph just in case!

[rllysean-blog]

first middle and last name?

Sean Michael Erwin

age

26

favorite item of clothing

I don’t know if it counts, but I’m pretty attached to my handkerchiefs. They started out as a gag gift from some students, but now I end up carrying them around when I go out. 

drink you’d order at a bar?

I’m a white wine drinker honestly.

what is your zodiac sign?

Pisces, but I’ve been told I’m more of a Libra, whatever that means. 

best physical attribute/worst physical attribute

I like to think I’ve got a good smile, so if I have to pick, I’d go with that.

I look pretty old for my age though, I’ve got students telling me that once you’re over thirty being single is sad... I’m not sure they believe that I’m not over thirty.

favorite room in your house

The living room, I guess? I don’t know, I don’t really think about it too much. I spend more time out in the garden than anything else. I don’t know if that counts, but it’s my favorite part of the house.

what was your last dream about?

... it was more of a memory really. I’d rather not talk about it.

biggest goal

Good question. I’ll get back to you when I figure that out.

closest family member

I haven’t actually seen any of my family in a while, but I was pretty close to both my parents, though especially my mom. She taught me how to cook before I left home.

who would you call in an emergency?

Depends on the type of emergency really. Now that I’m back home, maybe Rory? I’m not sure if we’re at that level yet though.

what makes you nervous?

I don’t usually get nervous. I’ve never been afraid of rejection and I like people, so not much I guess.

have you committed any crimes? were you caught?

I did a lot of things in my younger days that I don’t know if I should be proud of. But most people did some underage drinking and minor disturbances when they were younger, right? We got caught breaking curfew a couple of times so... yeah. 

if you found a wallet, what would you do with it?

I’d give it back. With the money still inside.

what makes you angry?

I don’t get angry easily. If anything I guess maybe hearing insults about people I care about is one of the rare things that will really set me off. Insults to myself are fine, but when it comes to people that I really love, I’m not good at just listening and not reacting.

have you ever been to the hospital?

A couple of times. I haven’t been much or myself but two years ago I almost lived there for a while.

have you ever fired a gun?

No.

favorite swear word?

I don’t swear. I broke the habit a few years ago, which is probably for the best being a teacher and everything. I don’t know that I had a favorite back in the day anyway.

do you have any scars?

Sure, don’t most people end up with at least a couple? We were all kids once, though I might have been more wild than some.

biggest weakness

When I care about something, it’s hard for me to see the flaws in it. I tend to believe the absolute best in them, whether or not the things deserve it.

greatest strength

I think I’m pretty secure as a person? I don’t always think of myself as the best, but I’m not offended easily or put off by rejection. It’s really hard for people to upset me.

what kind of student are/were you?

Honestly, I think I was probably the worst kind of student. I didn’t do work, didn’t show up on time (if at all) and didn’t pay any attention. It’s a wonder I even graduated (thank you Rory), so no one should look to me as a role model as far as academics are concerned.

most vivid childhood memory?

There was one time that Rory and I got stuck on the roof of the school after they locked the doors and we couldn’t get back out so we had to jump to nearby trees and try to find whatever way we could to shimmy down in time for dinner or else his grandparents would have freaked. ... in hindsight, that was probably really dangerous. I’m sort of surprised we made it without actually really getting hurt.

what are you allergic to?

No allergies that I know of.

your personal philosophy

Do the best you can.

biggest misconception about you?

That I’m happy in my life. 

who would be your ideal partner?

Mostly I guess I’ve always just been drawn to people who need me. People who will be needy and high maintenance and expect me to do a lot of  things for them. There’s just something nice in the feeling of having someone and knowing that they’re always counting on you in that way. 

do you want children?

... not anymore, no.

biggest accomplishment

Making it through college? I was working one or two jobs at the time on top of everything and with my work ethic... it’s a bit unbelievable. 

do you have much of an ego?

I wouldn’t say so, I think my head is pretty reasonably sized. I like to think that I have a high enough opinion of myself, but I also don’t think I’m better than anyone else particularly.

can you do any other accents other than your own?

... clearly not. Don’t get me wrong, I try but somehow I can never really get it right. I’m starting to really wonder if learning foreign languages is for me.

biggest regret

I regret a lot of things. Most of them I don’t want to talk about, sorry.

have you ever been in love?

Yes. Such a wonderful but complicated thing.

are you in love right now?

... that’s complicated. I think when you really love someone, it never really goes away.

do you believe god?

I guess I just don’t really think about it.

favorite school subject?

Honestly? I liked math. English was a bore and history is just annoying to learn.

can you name all 50 states of america?

Maybe? I don’t know. Probably not, I never bothered to try and learn how. 

what secret are you hiding from everyone you know?

.... nothing important.

biggest wish

I’ve given up on wishing. It doesn’t seem like mine ever really want to come true.

what do you hate most about yourself?

I hate that I can’t do enough. There are so many things I wish I was able to do, but time and time again it’s proved that I can’t. I always want to be enough and the type of person that as long as I put effort into something I can make it happen, but clearly I just don’t have talents for some things.

what do you fear the most?

Losing people important to me.

who was your first real crush?

There was a girl I met one summer and it was... different. We spent so much time together and it all felt like what they make songs about. It was just a silly summer fling, of course, and nothing too big, but at the time it felt pretty special.

are you a very affectionate person?

Sometimes I can be too much. I get clingy and desperate to do anything I can to please them... I have been told it can sometimes get suffocating. 

do you think you’re a good person?

I think so. I can’t think of many things I’ve done that would make people think otherwise.

when did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you? was the feeling mutual?

There was a drunk girl in the bar the other night telling me that she loved me, but I think that was just because she wanted to get me into bed. I didn’t say it back, but I think we both knew that neither of us really felt it.

what do you do to relax at the end of a stressful day?

I work out in my garden or I cook. Those are my two real escapes. 

what do you get complimented on the most?

People tend to think that I’m a pretty nice guy, and that feels like something to be proud of.

is there a song which can bring you to tears instantly?

It’s been a long time since I cried, so I’ll say no.

have you ever online dated?

I’ve thought about trying it, but no, I can’t say that I have.

what are five things you want to do before you die?

I don’t think I can think of five things. I don’t really plan ahead like that, I’d rather just take life as it happens.