isn't it too dreamy?

[darlingwcndy]

❛     i  fell  down  the  rabbit  hole  of  taking  too  many  buzzfeed  quizzes,     ❜     wendy  confessed,   albeit  a  little  embarrassed  as  she  looked  like  a  proper  mess.     she’s  pretty  sure  she’s  been  awake  for  over  22  hours  now,   spending  half  of  those  taking  weirdly  specific  personality  tests.     ❛     which     ?     i  feel  like  most  of  them  make  zero  sense  at  all.     for  example:   why  in  the  world  would  anyone  like  to  know  which  starbucks  order  they  are  based  off  of  the   friends   episodes  they  prefer  but...   at  the  same  time  i  do  feel  like  i  discovered  a  whole  new  part  of  myself  i  didn’t  previously  know  before.     like,   the  more  i  think  of  it  the  more  i  realize  that   of  course   i  have  more  of  a   apple cinnamon muffin   personality  rather  than  a   lemon  poppy  seed   one.     ❜     wendy  paused  for  a  moment,   realizing  how  she  must’ve  sound.     so  instead  of  continuing  she  took  a  deep  breath  and  offered  them  a  sheepish  smile.     ❛     so  what  about  you,   then     ?     would  you  identify  yourself  as  a   red  velvet  muffin   or  a   peanut  butter  chocolate   one     ?     it  might  seem  insignificant,   but  that  way  buzzfeed  can  predict  your  age  and  height   perfectly.     ❜

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   ollie.

    —- “when was the last time someone actually kept a ‘new years resolution’? i mean, you make this promise and then go back to your same old shit in february.”

❛     maybe  so,     ❜     wendy  replied  rather  hesitantly,   a  small  pout  forming  on  her  lips  as  she  was  thinking  over  his  words.     ❛     but...  i  still  like  the  idea  of  people  trying  their  hardest  to  kick  bad  habits,   even  if  it  doesn’t  always  work  out.     besides,   i  once  read  somewhere  that  it  takes  21  days  for  your  body  and  mind  to  get  used  to  a  new  routine  so...     who  knows     ?     perhaps  people  are  able  to  change  their  lives  around  by  february  if  they  really  want  to.     ❜

[jacobelordiis]

SHRIMP.

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   pascal.

Pascal was the type of person that believed that having a healthy social life was important. They were also the type of person that liked their personal space and rarely felt the need to talk to others — add being suspicious of strangers to that, and it was nearly impossible for them to make connections. Their friends were few and far between, but that was enough for them, and they made sure to see the people they cared about regularly. Filling Wendy’s cup and then their own, they took a seat and a finger sandwich. “So, what’s new?” They asked between bites. “How have you been?”

@darlingwcndy

wendy  had  always  adored  the  idea  of  hosting  and  attending  tea  parties,   often  going  as  far  as  forcing  her  mom  to  make  tea  for  her  and  her  stuffed  animals  when  she  was  younger.     (     even  if  it  always  ended  with  wendy  drinking  only  half  a  cup  before  getting  distracted  and  asking  her  mom  if  she  wanted  to  drink  whatever  was  left.     )     so  now  her  taste  and  attention  span  had  evolved,   it  was  nice  to  finally  experience  afternoons  with  nothing  to  do  but  talk  about  life  and  eat  all  things  sweet.     ❛     the  other  day  i  had  a  photoshoot  with  nana  in  my  garden  so  that  was  pretty  neat,     ❜     wendy  mentioned  with  a  bright  smile,   passing  her  phone  to  pascal  in  order  for  them  to  see  the  pictures  of  her  dog.     ❛     and  i  think  i  did  pretty  well  on  my  essay  so  i’m  happy  about  that,   too.     and,  um,   y’know   -----   peter  is  back  in  town.     so  that’s...   something  else.     what  about  you,   though     ?     how's  life  been  treating  you    ?     ❜ 

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   peter.

Raised with no boundaries what-so-ever, Peter found no issue inching closer to the eldest Darling, leaving all but a foot between them. Desperate to find the truth in her eyes, he started intently. What life was she living without him in it? Her words hurt, the impact no doubt unknowing to her. How could she not see? How was it that she had people she couldn’t leave behind, yet she let him leave? 

Would it have been too much to ask him to stay? Or was that what she wanted all along? For the great Peter Pan to sneak off into the night, finally giving Wendy Darling peace of mind? Fingers rough from years of scaling the Darling residence found their way to her cheek, the pad of his thumb barely touching her soft skin. Brushing a strand of hair out of her frame of view, Peter sighed, “if I chose to be selfish, don’t make me c a r r y it for the rest of my life. You chose this for yourself and that’s….fine. Tonight though? Wendy Darling, you are mine.”

feeling  her  breath  hitch  in  her  throat,   wendy  was  fairly  certain  her  cheeks  burned  up  under  the  intensity  of  his  gaze.     it  was  too  much  almost   -----   having  him  so  close  to  her  after  months  of  forcing  herself  to  get  used  to  his  absence.     and  it  saddened  her,   really,   how  easy  it  was  for  him  to  fix  her.     having  peter  back  gave  her  the  comfort  of  knowing  everything  would  be  okay  somehow;   that  despite  how  selfish  and  impulsive  he  could  be  he’d  always  try  his  hardest  to  make  his  friends  feel  happy  and  secure.     alas,   this  time  she  didn’t  take  a  step  back,   nearly  taking  another  step  towards  him  in  order  to  hug  him.     have  him  pick  up  all  the  shattered  pieces  and  mend  them  back  together  like  he  always  used  to  do.     after  all,   if  he  was  able  to  make  wendy  believe  for  only  one  second  that  she  could  go  back  to  a  younger  and  more  susceptible  version  of  herself  she  wouldn’t  have  to  worry  about  anything  else  but  taking  care  of  peter  and  his  lost  boys.

she  closed  her  eyes  the  second  his  fingers  gently  brushed  over  her  cheek.     his  touch  was  soft  and  faint,   almost   tender   and  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  like  crying.     she  was  just  overwhelmed  with  a  sense  of  happiness  and  gratitude  that  he’d  found  his  way  back  to  her  safely.     ❛     only  if  you  promise  to  forgive  me  for  leaving  you  behind.     i  don’t  want  to  miss  you  like  that  ever  again,     ❜     she  replied,   her  voice  less  steady  than  she’d  preferred  it  to  be.     ❛     tonight  i  am  yours  and  you  are  mine,   peter  pan.     ❜     taking  his  hand,   wendy  guided  him  to  the  bed  as  she  sat  herself  down.     with  a  grin  tugging  on  her  lips,   she  looked  at  him  expectantly.      ❛     how  has  it  been,   then     ?     did  you  find  neverland     ?     fought  off  any  evil  creatures     ?     please,   i’d  love  to  know  everything     !     i’ve  been  aching  to  write  new  stories.     ❜ 

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   toulouse.

“This is not a trick question, it’s very serious,” Toulouse replied, brows furrowed, “I never joke around. You of all people should know that. You saying you have tissues in case I need it is basically confirming my sweatiness though, so thanks for that. It’s hot as all hell outside, that’s why. Is it not hot out? I’m burning up!”

❛     that’s  not  what  i  mea--     ❜     wendy  cut  herself  off  rather  abruptly,   observing  him  with  narrowed  eyes  before  a  sense  of  dread  washed  over  her  because,   no,   it  wasn’t  hot  outside.     she  ushered  towards  him  in  a  hasty  manner  and  placed  the  back  of  her  hand  against  his  forehead,   worry  noticeable  on  her  features  as  she  thought  he  might  be  supporting  a  fever.     ❛     are  you  okay     ?     what  did  you  do     ?     do  you  feel  sick     ?     nausea     ?     dizzy     ?     would  you  like  some  water     ?     ❜ 

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   belle.

closed starter for @darlingwcndy

“Did you talk to him?” Belle asked hesitantly. She knew that Peter returning would effect Wendy in more ways than one and she hoped with everything in her being that the younger one hadn’t. Within the small amount of time that they have known each other, Belle has come to understand the situation between the two and the toll it took on the Darling siblings. She just hoped this time Wendy is stronger than she was before. 

wendy  nodded,   offering  her  friend  a  sheepish  smile  as  she’d  been  dying  to  tell  someone  about  peter’s  return.     she  didn’t  quite  want  to  bring  it  up  herself  just  yet,   still  having  nights  where  she  feels  both  slightly  embarrassed  and  guilty  because  of  how  much  she  used  to  talk  about  him  and  how  big  of  an  impact  he  had  on  her.     looking  back  on  everything  now  she  realized  it  might’ve  been  a  bit  selfish;   thinking  that  she  was  the  only  one  suffering  because  of  peter’s  absence.     ❛     i  did,     ❜     she  began  rather  hesitantly,   even  though  she  did  feel  a  little  bit  giddy.     ❛     i’m  happy  with  where  we  are  now.     like,   we  cleared  a  lot  of  things  up  and  it  truly  feels  like  a  weight  has  been  lifted  off  of  my  shoulders.     i’m  happy  he’s  back  even  though  i  wasn’t  quite  able  to  admit  to  him  exactly  how  much  i’ve  missed  him  these  past  few  months.     but  maybe  that’s  for  the  better,   right     ?     ❜ 

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   michael.

Michael let out a huff as she messed with his hair, something he had wished she left when they were young. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy it, he just already had perpetual bedhead and this did not help. “Well then you should’ve brought in two tubs! To at least give us two episodes worth,” he joked, already dipping his spoon into the ice cream. “I think the tummy ache will be worth it,” he mumbled around the spoonful, before slumping more into the couch. “I guess we’ll just have to restock and give John his own tub?” he thought aloud. Their own tubs for each of them, though, that wasn’t that bad of an idea…

He nodded as she spoke, knowing any mess they would make they would be cleaning. Michael didn’t like leaving messes behind, having done that enough when he was a small child to last a whole lifetime. “As long as you don’t get all wimpy and throw the tub around at jump scares,” he teased, “I’ve heard this show has made people cry, though. So maybe it’s just sad and not scary.”

she  shook  her  head  at  his  words,     covering  her  mouth  with  her  hand  as  a  giggle  fell  from  her  lips.     after  recollecting  herself,  however,   she  tsked  at  michael  before  giving  him  a  faux  stern  look.     ❛     that’s  absolutely   not   what  we  should  be  doing,     ❜     wendy  told  him  as  she  gently  poked  his  side.     ❛     i  don’t  want  you  to  get  sick,   especially  not  with  school  and  stuff.     not  to  mention  that  i  can’t  stand  seeing  you  in  pain.     it’s,   like,   you  get  all  sad  and  puppylike  and  my  heart  simply  can’t  bear  to  watch  that.     ❜     she  took  a  scoop  of  ice  cream  then,   humming  approvingly  at  the  taste.     it  was  sweeter  than  she  preferred,   though,   meaning  she’d  let  michael  eat  most  of  it  either  way.     ❛     i  mean,   you’re  right.     maybe  we  could  bribe  him  with  ice  cream  in  order  to  get  him  to  join  our  next  movie  night.     or,   you  know,   we  could  always  do  the  civil  thing  and  leave  some  ice  cream  for  him  to  enjoy  later  on.     ❜

❛     oh     ?     ❜     wendy  acknowledged  a  bit  absentmindedly,   eyes  glued  to  the  screen  as  the  opening  credits  started  playing.     only  then  she  looked  his  way,   the  corners  of  her  mouth  quirking  up  into  a  smile.     ❛     does  that  mean  we’ll  just  end  up  crying  all  night  instead  of  being  spooked     ?     ❜

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   peri.

@darlingwcndy

“Wendy!” Peri called out, already halfway to her friends room. The Darling parents had let her in and Peri made sure she sent out a text before she made her way to the brunette’s room, but she still liked to give a warning call. When she was face to face with Wendy’s door she knocked for extra measure, taking a step back to run a hand through her hair. “Wendy….I have had the weirdest day and I really need to tell you about it. Please tell me you’re decent? That the door will open any second? I’m dying here.”

wendy  jolted  awake  from  her  nap,   immediately  sitting  up  as  she  heard  a  noise  coming  from  outside  her  bedroom  door.     she  hadn’t  been  sleeping  well  lately,   often  being  taunted  by  nightmares  where  crocodiles,   tigers,   and  all  sort  of  other  animals  were  trying  to  make  her  their  next  meal.     and  despite  being  a  little  disorientated  still,   wendy  got  up  on  her  wobbly  legs  as  soon  as  she  recognized  peri’s  distressed  voice.     as  she  opened  the  door  she  greeted  her  friend  with  a  bright  yet  drowsy  smile  and  a  tight  hug.     ❛     come  in,   quickly,   what’s  going  on  then     ?     ❜     the  brunette  inquired  with  genuine  curiosity,   her  voice  still  sounding  a  bit  hoarse.     ❛     would  you  like  something  to  drink     ?     to  eat     ?     m’pretty  sure  mom  still  has  leftover  cookies  from  two  days  ago.     ❜ 

[the-disney-elite]

Ken O’Brien’s pencil animation for Wendy from Walt Disney’s Peter Pan.

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »  peter.

Truth be told, he had been there several nights since his feet touched the soil of Carthay weeks ago. If anyone asked, he would’ve denied it, but like clockwork, he would visit the Darlings, wondering when he would be able to have the courage to see her- to see the person who left him many months ago. 

Or was he the person who left her? Did he really have to go? His reunion with the lost boys had proven otherwise, that his leaving left permanent damage on the ones he once still considered his only family. Now looking into those blue eyes, he remember the twisting in his stomach, the knife that had been left there when she said no. And with all of the willpower he had left, Peter feigned a smile, almost natural if he ignored the hurt. 

“Your room hasn’t changed at all. You haven’t changed at all,” Peter stated, as a matter of fact. Without invitation, he waltzed himself into her space, leaving the cool air of Carthay behind, back in her personal space as if this had been his home as well. 

“Wendy Darling, do not lie to me. If you had missed me terribly, you would’ve come, wouldn’t you?”

❛     oh  peter,     ❜     wendy  mumbled  as  she  couldn’t  help  but  smile  at  his  comment,   relief  washing  over  her.     her  room  hadn’t  changed  at  all  because  she  hadn’t  been  ready  to  let  go  of  him  just  yet.     everything  in  her  room  was  somehow  connected  to  peter,   as  looking  at  something  as  plain  as  a  clock  brought  back  a  ton  of  memories.     he’d  simply  left  an  imprint  on  her  life  and  everything  surrounding  it.     ❛     you  think  so     ?     mom  told  me  i  look  a  bit  different  lately   -----   more  tired,   perhaps.     although  it’s  been  worse.     ❜     only  then  she  shifted  her  gaze  towards  him,   narrowing  her  eyes  a  little  as  she  inspected  him  from  head  to  toe.     ❛     you  haven’t  quite  changed  either,   it’s  almost  like  you  never  left  at  all.     ❜     it  was  a  lie.     wendy  knew  him  long  enough  to  tell  something  was  off,   but   (   for  mostly  selfish  reasons   )   she  assumed  that  if  she  pretended  not  to  notice  everything  would  go  back  to  normal.     if  they  pretend  he  never  left,   they  could  forget  about  her  leaving  him  behind.

❛     you  have  no  idea  how  much  i’ve  missed  you.     i  think  i  felt  regret  the  second  you  left.     ❜     she  fumbled  with  her  hem  of  her  dress  for  a  moment,   her  brows  knitting  together.      ❛     going  on  an  adventure  with  you  was  everything  i  wanted  and  so  much  more,   but  it  wasn’t  the  right  thing  to  do   -----   i  had  to  stay  with  my  family.     i  couldn’t  bear  the  thought  of  my  parents  possibly  blaming  themselves  for  me  running  away.     or  me  not  being  there  when  my  brothers  graduate  and  watching  them  grow  up.     it  might  sound  a  bit  lame,   but  i  do  love  them  with  my  entire  heart  and  i  simply  underestimated  my  importance  in  their  lives.     leaving  them  behind  would’ve  been  inconsiderate  and...   selfish.     ❜

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »  closed starter for @cfpans.

wendy  knew  something  was  off  the  moment  she  stepped  inside  her  room.     and,   indeed,   her  suspicions  were  confirmed  when  she  turned  on  the  lights  and  was  met  with  an  all  too  familiar  sight  near  her  window.     ❛     chased  your  shadow  here  again,   then     ?     ❜     wendy  inquired  with  a  knowing  little  smile,   her  voice  only  wavering  slightly.     a  part  of  her  wanted  to  run  straight  towards  peter  and  hug  him;   overwhelm  him  with  love  and  questions  about  both  his  well-being  and  his  trip   —–   all  while  apologizing  for  leaving  him  behind  and  that  she’d  missed  him  more  than  anything  in  this  entire  universe.     she  decided  against  it,   though,   playing  safe  instead  and  walking  towards  her  bed  in  order  to  keep  a  distance  between  them.

with  her  gaze  stuck  to  where  he  was  standing,   she  continued:   ❛     i   —–   erm,   i  expected  to  see  you  again  for  some  weird  reason,   so  i  kept  my  window  open  just  in  case.     i  noticed  the  thimble  went  missing  a  little  while  ago  and  i  was  hoping  it  might  be  you.   because,   you  see,   i  tend  to  keep  my  stuff  organized  at  all  times  so  the  chances  of  me  losing  it  myself  are  extremely  rare.     and,   like,   the  only  other  people  who  could’ve  taken  it  are  john  and  michael,   but  they  wouldn’t  do  that  since  they  know  i  was  planning  on  returning  it  to  you  since—     ❜     wendy  stopped  herself  from  saying  another  word,   staying  quiet  for  a  couple  of  dreadful  seconds.     only  then  she  sat  herself  down  on  the  bed  as  she  felt  quite  tense,   shifting  her  gaze  towards  the  ground.     she  had  the  nasty  habit  of  rambling  about  all  things  pointless  whenever  she  was  nervous,   so  she  squeezed  her  eyes  shut  and  rubbed  her  temples  as  an  attempt  to  calm  her  own  mind  down.     she  hated  this,   truly,   having  to  keep  her  nerves  in  check  when  peter  was  supposed  to  be  the  one  person  who  she  could  be  herself  with  as  her  oldest  and  bestest  friend.     wendy  felt  as  if  she  had  to  walk  on  eggshells  around  him  now,   the  uncertainty  of  their   future  weighing  a  bit  too  heavy  on  her.    ❛     welcome  home,   peter,     ❜     she  softly  announced  then,   offering  him  a  smile  that  didn’t  quite  reach  her  eyes,     ❛     we  all  missed  you  terribly.      ❜

[darlingwcndy]

‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   tootles.

it was quite common for tootles to say that any given person was his favourite, because he was a sentimental little thing, but there was something about wendy darling that completely sweetened his life. she had been one of his closest and most important friends. when he’d first come out, wendy had not only been wildly supportive, but she’d also been his beard whenever he’d needed one. she still was, though it was much rarer and really only happened when he couldn’t get dates to law balls or whatever event his father got invited to. when he’d expressed that he wanted to explore his femininity, wendy had been the most encouraging – just like now. “you’re a saint!” tootles chirped, taking the gift card gently before wrapping the girl in a hug. “thank you for thinking of me! that’s so sweet.”

seeing  his  reaction  truly  made  her  day  a  whole  lot  better  as  it  reminded  her  why  he  was  one  of  her  closest  friends  to  begin  with.     wendy  was  convinced  that  if  everyone  was  just  a  little  bit  more  like  tootles  the  world  would  be  a  much  happier,   accepting,  and  loving  place.     and,  as  a  result  of  all  that,   it  was  truly  no  secret  that  she  would  do  about  anything  to  ensure  his  happiness   -----   even  if  that  meant  running  to  the  under  side  of  town  in  order  to  retrieve  a  gift  card  and  meet  up  with  her  friend  in  under  40  minutes.     ❛     of  course  i  thought  of  you     !     don’t  think  i’d  be  able  to  look  at  a  sephora  gift  card  without  you  crossing  my  mind  at  least  once,      ❜     she  teased  as  she  happily  wrapped  her  arms  around  him.     ❛     if  you  want  to  we  could  go  to  the  shop  together.     just  in  case  anyone  gives  you  a  hard  time  there,     ❜     wendy  carefully  offered,   a  flicker  of  worry  being  visible  in  her  eyes  as  she  wanted  to  prevent  any  possible  situation  where  he  might  get  hurt.

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‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   tink.

tink couldn’t help but let the sound of disgust leave her lips. wendy had to be just about her least favorite person in carthay. it was the middle of the night, and tinka would have half a mind to go off on the girl for showing up to her house at such a late hour. yet, wendy knew the girl would be up. tink always was, and she hated how predictable she could be to someone she wanted to remain fairly allusive to. “do you? a favor?” tink asked with widened eyes. wow, this girl had some nerve showing up asking for things she most definitely did not deserve. they weren’t friends, and tinka rarely did things for the people she considered as such. with arms crossed, she listened to the sob story without even a faltering frown. the words of praise, however, did cause her to waver. if there was one thing that tinka liked, it was having her ego fluffed. “well, i guess we should see how bad you ruined it,” she huffed, widening the door for the girl to enter. “i have roommates,” she reminded, “so keep your whiny sobs to a minimum.” 

for  a  second  wendy  was  truly  frightened  she’d  get  rejected;   that  she  had  to  go  home  and  be  forced  to  face  her  mother’s  disappointment.     that  feeling  of  fear  only  got  reinforced  when  tink  spoke  up,   and  the  brunette  couldn’t  help  but  feel  her  cheeks  burn  in  embarrassment  as  the  reality  of  their  little  situation  seeped  in   -----   it  was  2am  and  the  they  weren’t  on  good  terms  at  all.     alas,   to  say  she  was  surprised  when  tinka  held  the  door  open  for  her  was  quite  the  understatement.     wendy’s  eyes  visibly  widened  as  she  opened  and  closed  her  mouth  for  a  second,   completely  baffled.     only  then  she  smiled,   the  first  genuine  one  she’d  shown  tink  in  quite  some  time,   whereafter  she  moved  forward  in  order  to  hug  the  girl.     she  was  quick  to  stop  herself  halfway  through,   realizing  it  might  not  be  the  best  idea.   instead  she  settled  for  an  awkward  pat  on  the  shoulder  and  a  small  yet  sincere   thank  you. 

❛     my  mother  received  this  pocket  watch  from  my  grandmother  back  when  she  was  about  to  marry  my  father,     ❜     wendy  explained,   voice  hushed  as  she  didn’t  want  to  wake  up  any  roommates,      ❛     she  used  to  tell  me  it  brought  her  good  fortune.     you  see,   back  in  the  early  1900s  my  great-great-grandfather  was  extremely  poor  and  had  fallen  in  love  with  this  upper  class  girl.     it  was  this  love  at  first  sight  type  of  situation  from  both  sides,   but  as  you  can  imagine  her  father  wasn’t  too  keen  on  allowing  her  to  marry  below  her  status.     ❜     wendy  paused  for  a  moment,   a  soft  smile  forming  on  her  lips  as  her  eyes  flickered  with  fondness;   this  story  had  always  been  one  of  her  favorites  after  all.     ❛     so  they  met  up  in  secret  and  fell  even  harder  for  one  another.     and  then  one  afternoon  he  saved  her  life.     she’d  fallen  down  into  a  river  by  accident  and  he’d  been  there  to  jump  in  after  her.     the  water  must’ve  been  freezing  cold  as  this  incident  happened  in  the  midst  of  winter.     yet  he  still  jumped  in,   knowing  the  chances  of  him  dying  were  extremely  high.     luckily  enough  they  both  got  out  safely  and  m’pretty  sure  she  asked  him  to  marry  her  on  the  spot.     he’d  been  sad  at  the  question  almost,   because  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  make  her  his  wife  but  realized  a  man  like  him  couldn’t  give  her  what  she  needed.     so  instead  he  gave  her  a  water  damaged  pocket  watch,   his  most  expensive  possession,   and  told  her  that  was  all  he  could  offer  her.     ❜     

her  eyes  searched  tinka’s  for  a  moment,   shooting  her  a  sheepish  smile.      ❛     that,   and  an  entire  heart  filled  with  love  of  course.     she  happily  accepted  the  gift  and  they  lived  happily  ever  after.     then,   as  faith  would  have  it,   my  great-great-grandmother  decided  to  give  the  pocket  watch  to  her  daughter  once  she  was  about  to  get  married.     and  so  this  little  thing  has  been  passed  down  for  generations.     m’pretty  sure  my  mother  would’ve  gifted  it  to  me,   too,     ❜     the  excitement  in  her  voice  faltered  as  she  mentioned  the  last  bits,   knowing  she  most  likely  ruined  a  family  tradition.     ❛     i  tried  to  clean  it  but  i  accidentally  dropped  it   and  now  the  glass  is  broken  and  i  think  i  lost  the  little  winding  wheel  as  well.     ❜ 

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‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   toulouse.

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“Be honest, am I glistening? Do I look sweaty to you?”

❛     why  do  i  feel  like  this  is  a  trick  question     ?     ❜     wendy  questioned  as  she  narrowed  her  eyes,   inspecting  his  features.     ❛     no,   i  don’t  think  you  look  sweaty  but  uh   -----   i  have  paper  tissues  with  me  in  case  you   feel   sweaty  and  need  to  pad  your  face  down  a  bit     ?     ❜     she  offered  instead,   grabbing  her  backpack.

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‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »   jim.

“I’m sorry, what?” blue eyes widened at the comment, his attention shifting from the folded book at hand, “what exactly do you…um…I….huh?”

❛     i  mean   -----   you  know,     ❜     she  started  off  vaguely,     offering  him  a  reassuring  smile  as  to  hint  he  could  trust  her.     ❛     a  bottom  when  it  comes  to  the  way  you  experience  life  and...   other  types  of  activities.     or  not  even  necessarily  that.     i  know  quite  a  few  people  who  act  like  tops  on  a  daily  basis  but  then  find  themselves  to  be  more  bottom-like  in  bed.     it’s  all  valid  and  okay.     ❜      

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‹   ･ ｡ ◈ ° ˖    »  michael.

Michael looked up as he heard his sister’s voice, putting his phone away and moving over on the couch. He tossed some of the blanket over his sister’s lap, getting comfortable once again. “I won’t become a deviant because I’m eating ice cream out of the tub! It’s smarter this way, no bowls to clean. Only spoons!” he pointed out, shaking his head at his sister. “I won’t tell her, though. Unless this show scares the bejeebies out of me! Then I’ll have to explain to her why ice cream is everywhere.”

sitting  herself  down  next  to  him,   wendy  couldn’t  help  but  feel  her  heart  grow  twice  its  size  as  he  tossed  part  of  the  blanket  over  her  lap.     it  might’ve  been  a  simple  gesture   -----   one  that  could’ve  been  shrugged  off  easily   -----   but  it  were  little  things  like  this  that  made  her  feel  protected  and  loved.     she  might’ve  been  the  oldest  sibling,   but  that  didn’t  mean  she  didn’t  appreciate  feeling  cared  for  every  once  in  awhile.     wendy  couldn’t  help  but  laugh  as  he  went  on  to  explain  the  pros  of  eating  ice  cream  from  the  tub,   and  her  first  instinct  was  to  ruffle  his  hair  as  he  finished  talking.     ❛     nice  try,   but  that  doesn’t  take  away  the  fact  that  this  ice  cream  is  probably  finished  by  the  end  of  the  first  episode.     which,   tragically,   might  end  up  with  us  waking  up  at  4am  with  the  worst  belly  ache  ever.     not  to  mention  that  john  didn’t  get  to  enjoy  this  either.      ❜

only  then  wendy  prayed  that  the  show  wasn’t   too   scary,   as  she  didn’t  feel  like  spending  the  remainders  of  the  night  cleaning  ice  cream  off  of  the  furniture,   visibly  cringing  at  the  stickiness  it  would  leave  behind.     ❛     not  a  chance  in  the  world,   michael  nicholas  darling.     we’d  have  to  clean  our  tracks  either  way  in  order  to  save  mom  from  any  type  of  emotional  distress.     so  how  about  we  play  safe  and  leave  the  tub  on  my  lap     ?     just  for  good  measure,   i  promise  you  can  still  eat  as  much  as  you  want.     ❜