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Passing Evening Blues

A/N: Hey, guys! I’m sorry for being gone for so long… Here’s something to cheer you up. Keep these submissions going!

PROMPT: “Padlock meeting the new characters.” (This one is more… Paige meeting them. I feel like Tony is already good friends with them.)

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           "I can’t handle it,“ she often thought, "I’m going to lose my mind.”

           Dipping her paintbrush into the diluted array of watercolors she set out, Paige exhaled deeply. There was nothing but chaos in the household. Tony and the puppets were constantly bickering over trivial matters, causing her toes to curl up in her slippers and her eyes to be stamped red with irritation. To her, it didn’t matter about solving the mystery of who left the television running for too long.

           Some days, Paige became enraged. She’d breakdown—throw paint, break canvases, generate a ruckus so that somebody, anybody, would listen to her shed away her issues. The one saying Paige stood   by: “never let a creative mind become cluttered with frustration”.  

           "Are you children?“ Tony screeched, narrowing his eyes. Paige turned, curious. "Playing these childish games that we don’t have time for?” he continued, angrily gesturing to the chess board that the puppets surrounded.

           She sighed instantly, screwing her eyes shut and swiping at the canvas in front of her blindly. Some days, she loved Anthony—Tony—whichever he enjoyed being called by that day. He was her everything. Tony was the metronome to the broken melody that was her life, keeping her in check. The days that she cried, he was there; the days that she was anxious, he was there. Of course, she’d never admit it out loud, but he was a breath of fresh air. Tall, ropey, lean—Anthony was simply her partner.

           Yes, some days they argued. Some days it would become so passionate and heated that one of them would lay a hand on the other. Twisted? Yes. Unforgivable? Not in the slightest. They would always reconnect, their kisses whispering apologies on the other’s skin, begging for forgiveness.

           "Tony, please just let them play,“ Paige said quietly, opening her eyes. A blur of pastel lines meshed together on the canvas. She was fatigued, tired, exhausted from dealing with them every single day.

           Tony averted his gaze to her, eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you kidding me, my pet?” he asked. “We have guests coming over and you expect me to let these children play these games?”

           The puppets huffed, refusing to be called children.

           Paige set her paintbrush down, opening her mouth to reply when the doorbell rang, sending off a resonating sound throughout the house.

           A smirk tugged at the corner of Tony’s lip as he said, “That should be them.”

           “I can’t handle it,” she often thought, “I’m going to lose my mind.”

           When Paige was first introduced to the guests, the first thing in her mind was that they were a pair with many inquires. Both seemed to be fond of asking simple questions—the one male in the checkered sweater vest even asked if she enjoyed the color green. She scowled at that.

           "Paige, deary,“ Tony began, standing beside the man donning the vest. The man took a step away, making sure there was distance between them. "This is Colin, he enjoys—”

           "I enjoy technology,“ Colin stated, effectively cutting off Tony. "There’s nothing better than learning about things online. Speaking about learning things, you never answered, is your favorite color green?”

           Paige frowned once more. “No, I hate it,” she replied flatly.

           The group welcomed silence with open arms, wrapping themselves in a can of tension.

           Suddenly, Tony cleared his throat, gesturing towards a man in a yellow turtleneck. “This is Shrignold. He’s working to get his psychology degree.”

           Shrignold smiled at Paige before he tilted his head. “Is there a reason why you don’t enjoy a green hue?”

           Briefly glancing at Tony, Paige returned her attention towards Shrignold. His bright appearance reminded her of a happy sun—one that she would enjoy drawing.

           "Did something happen in your past? Perhaps a memory you aren’t too fond of?“ Shrignold asked.

           "No—”

           "So, Paige, what is your favorite color then?“ Colin asked, interjecting once more.

           Paige narrowed her eyes. "Tony, I think—” she began.

           "Paige, I’m sure there must be a reason. Let’s think about why you don’t like green,“ Shrignold stated, "maybe green hates you as well.” He started leaning in to touch her, a cheerful smile beaming on his face. Tony, at this point, stepped in between them.

           "Let us go see the—"

           "Puppets!“ Colin said, nodding. "I agree. I have not seen them in forever.”

           “I can’t handle it,” she often thought, “I’m going to lose my mind.”

           Paige closed her eyes as soon as Tony’s                                          hand softly rested on her shoulder. His comforting presence was enough to assuage her conflicting anger towards these guests. She turned to him, lips set into a thin frown as Colin and Shrignold led their way into the living room.

           "Don’t worry, pet,“ Tony whispered, tucking away a strand of her multi-colored hair behind her ear. "They’ll be gone soon.”

           Paige leaned in to his gentle touch, opening her eyes to stare up at him. “I hope so,” she murmured.

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Prompt: Padlock meeting the new characters

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Passing Evening Blues

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm sorry for being gone for so long... Here's something to cheer you up. Keep these submissions going!

PROMPT: "Padlock meeting the new characters." (This one is more... Paige meeting them. I feel like Tony is already good friends with them.)

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           "I can't handle it," she often thought, "I'm going to lose my mind."

           Dipping her paintbrush into the diluted array of watercolors she set out, Paige exhaled deeply. There was nothing but chaos in the household. Tony and the puppets were constantly bickering over trivial matters, causing her toes to curl up in her slippers and her eyes to be stamped red with irritation. To her, it didn't matter about solving the mystery of who left the television running for too long.

           Some days, Paige became enraged. She'd breakdown—throw paint, break canvases, generate a ruckus so that somebody, anybody, would listen to her shed away her issues. The one saying Paige stood   by: "never let a creative mind become cluttered with frustration".  

           "Are you children?" Tony screeched, narrowing his eyes. Paige turned, curious. "Playing these childish games that we don't have time for?" he continued, angrily gesturing to the chess board that the puppets surrounded.

           She sighed instantly, screwing her eyes shut and swiping at the canvas in front of her blindly. Some days, she loved Anthony—Tony—whichever he enjoyed being called by that day. He was her everything. Tony was the metronome to the broken melody that was her life, keeping her in check. The days that she cried, he was there; the days that she was anxious, he was there. Of course, she'd never admit it out loud, but he was a breath of fresh air. Tall, ropey, lean—Anthony was simply her partner.

           Yes, some days they argued. Some days it would become so passionate and heated that one of them would lay a hand on the other. Twisted? Yes. Unforgivable? Not in the slightest. They would always reconnect, their kisses whispering apologies on the other's skin, begging for forgiveness.

           "Tony, please just let them play," Paige said quietly, opening her eyes. A blur of pastel lines meshed together on the canvas. She was fatigued, tired, exhausted from dealing with them every single day.

           Tony averted his gaze to her, eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you kidding me, my pet?" he asked. "We have guests coming over and you expect me to let these children play these games?"

           The puppets huffed, refusing to be called children.

           Paige set her paintbrush down, opening her mouth to reply when the doorbell rang, sending off a resonating sound throughout the house.

           A smirk tugged at the corner of Tony's lip as he said, "That should be them."

           "I can't handle it," she often thought, "I'm going to lose my mind."

           When Paige was first introduced to the guests, the first thing in her mind was that they were a pair with many inquires. Both seemed to be fond of asking simple questions—the one male in the checkered sweater vest even asked if she enjoyed the color green. She scowled at that.

           "Paige, deary," Tony began, standing beside the man donning the vest. The man took a step away, making sure there was distance between them. "This is Colin, he enjoys—"

           "I enjoy technology," Colin stated, effectively cutting off Tony. "There's nothing better than learning about things online. Speaking about learning things, you never answered, is your favorite color green?"

           Paige frowned once more. "No, I hate it," she replied flatly.

           The group welcomed silence with open arms, wrapping themselves in a can of tension.

           Suddenly, Tony cleared his throat, gesturing towards a man in a yellow turtleneck. "This is Shrignold. He's working to get his psychology degree."

           Shrignold smiled at Paige before he tilted his head. "Is there a reason why you don't enjoy a green hue?"

           Briefly glancing at Tony, Paige returned her attention towards Shrignold. His bright appearance reminded her of a happy sun—one that she would enjoy drawing.

           "Did something happen in your past? Perhaps a memory you aren't too fond of?" Shrignold asked.

           "No—"

           "So, Paige, what is your favorite color then?" Colin asked, interjecting once more.

           Paige narrowed her eyes. "Tony, I think—" she began.

           "Paige, I'm sure there must be a reason. Let's think about why you don't like green," Shrignold stated, "maybe green hates you as well." He started leaning in to touch her, a cheerful smile beaming on his face. Tony, at this point, stepped in between them.

           "Let us go see the—"

           "Puppets!" Colin said, nodding. "I agree. I have not seen them in forever."

           "I can't handle it," she often thought, "I'm going to lose my mind."

           Paige closed her eyes as soon as Tony's                                          hand softly rested on her shoulder. His comforting presence was enough to assuage her conflicting anger towards these guests. She turned to him, lips set into a thin frown as Colin and Shrignold led their way into the living room.

           "Don't worry, pet," Tony whispered, tucking away a strand of her multi-colored hair behind her ear. "They'll be gone soon."

           Paige leaned in to his gentle touch, opening her eyes to stare up at him. "I hope so," she murmured.

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found this Shrignold/Pesky the butterfly reference and I thought you might like it :D

enjoy!

OOOOHHH! Thank you so much!~

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Do you accept AU prompts?

Hm, it depends, honestly... Send them my way!

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hey! are you guys still active and want fanfictions?

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Prompt: Tony refuses to go to the doctor even though he’s sick. Paige sings after their argument. Rating: T Note: Sorry for being gone for so long, but I’m here now! (: Forgive me, please? (Using a “Tony > Anthony because of syllables” headcannon)

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"You’re sick."

Tony glanced up, eyes...

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Sunshines and Sick Sweets

Prompt: Tony refuses to go to the doctor even though he's sick. Paige sings after their argument. Rating: T Note: Sorry for being gone for so long, but I'm here now! (: Forgive me, please? (Using a "Tony > Anthony because of syllables" headcannon)

"You're sick."

Tony glanced up, eyes foggy and a frown on his features. His harsh gaze was met with an equally iced stare from Paige as she placed her hands on her hips and furrowed her eyebrows, blatantly displeased. "I'm not sick," he replied, denying her accusation albeit his nose was stuffed. "You're talking nonsense."

Paige pursed her lips once Tony returned his attention to the full mug of tea that he had made earlier just to serve the purpose of a makeshift hand warmer. His hands had been clammy since sunrise—this is one of the many symptoms that she had taken a mental note of all throughout the day.

"Hey, Crowe!" she called out, pivoting on the balls of her feet to face the male that was seated amongst her other friends. "Is Tony sick?"

Without even looking away from the game of chess that he was playing with Dylan, Crowe responded with a nod of his head. "It's obvious," he stated, moving a chess piece.

Tony scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "I do not need you—I do not need any of you telling me whether I am sick or not—"

"Which you are!" Paige chimed in, grinning.

"—And I'm not sick." he finished, voice clipped with a heated glare shot at Paige's direction. "I was not sick this morning; I was not sick an hour ago; and I most certainly am not sick now!"

A simple hum and a roll of the eyes from Paige was enough to set Tony off. He placed the cup down with more force than there was needed, inevitably catching the attention of everybody in the room and causing a few drops of tea to rain onto the glass kitchen table.

"Deary," Tony began, voice sickeningly sweet, "I am going to tell you this once and for all because this is a complete waste of time... I am not sick. Do understand that just because my nose sounds clogged, it does not mean that I have been plagued with Influenza or a rare strand of Ebola." He stood up, tucking his chair into the table neatly. "Maybe my nose sounds clogged on behalf of the paint fumes caused by you!"

"Hey!" Paige chided. "Why don't you just go elsewhere if you don't like the fumes of a creative work in progress?"

"Go elsewhere?" Tony chuckled softly. "My pet, you are in my home. May I remind you that you are always in my home." Without waiting for a response from Paige, he averted his sight towards Dylan and Crowe, shaking his head. "You two as well! Including RJ!"

"But—" Paige started, sounding annoyed.

Tony immediately sent her a look of complete irritation so intense that the string of insults that were once resting on the tip of her tongue, had dissipated. "But nothing," he continued for her. "You cannot just paint in my house and then expect me to leave because I don't like the smell. That is like adding poison to my food and then blaming it on the way I grilled the chicken."

Everybody in the room went silent. They were still staring at Tony who narrowed his eyes and went over his choice of words slowly.

Grilled the chicken...? What? he thought, kicking himself for sounding like an imbecile.

Paige rose an eyebrow and crossed her arms across her chest, a look of 'I-Told-You-So' written across her face. 

"Did my paint fumes make you go out of character, too?" she inquired, taking a step towards Tony. He took a step back, trying to avoid any further conflict. Paige, however, was not having it, and with a forced smile, she clung onto Tony's cold, yet sweaty hands. "Did they make your hands feel disgusting to touch? Did they give you a fever? Did they make you stop complaining about what a mess I'm allegedly always making?"

Tony frowned, hesitantly trying to rip his hands away from Paige's clutch. Her hands were soft and warm—he didn't want to actually let go of her. Inwardly, he laughed. He could never seem to let go of Paige no matter how many times she annoyed the crap out of him.

"Well, did they, Anthony?"

Returning back to the situation at hand, Tony bit the inside of his cheek from spitting out a hateful comment that would surely make Paige try to chop his head off. She knew he hated it when she called him Anthony instead of Tony. Saying 'Anthony' wasted time with the extra syllable.

Reluctantly, he surrendered. "No, they didn't."

A triumphant smirk graced Paige's lips as she let go of Tony's hands. Dylan and Crowe's stifled laughter could be heard in the background, but Tony felt too drained to actually glare at them. 

"Go to the doctors now!" she demanded, nodding.

"No."

There was a pause. And then, Paige began singing loudly... and highly. It was a deafening noise to hear. All the males in the room cringed, covering their ears in astonishment. Usually, Paige had a terrific voice, and right now—she sounded like her mouth had opened the gates to Hell.

"Gooooo, Tonyyyy, gooo!" Paige sang, terribly imitating an opera voice. "To the doctorsssss~" Now, she whipped her trusty paintbrush out of her pocket as she spun towards her wide range of paint collection, still singing. "To the doctorssss! I do not want green puke on the flooooor!~"

Tony knew he either had to go to the doctors to get treated for the common cold, or beg Paige to stop singing.

Which one would hurt his pride more, he wondered.

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Please update. I love your blog and I'm literally begging you here: please update

Aw, I'm so sorry that I was away for quite some time... I'll try to get back on track~!

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Hello!

Long time no see! Do you still want fanfics? Im sorry for being missing, I was having trouble with this account… but I am back now! So?? How about it? (:

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Hello!

Long time no see! Do you still want fanfics? Im sorry for being missing, I was having trouble with this account… but I am back now! So?? How about it? (:

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UPDATE

Wow I've been missing for 100+ days, haha. Sorry, I'll try to update sometime this week, and I'll try to get to the suggestions in the ask box! Thank you for supporting and keep your eye out for the next fanfic! -dhmis-ff

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Sunny Side Up

Prompt: Tony falls asleep after not sleeping for days, and Paige finds him on the floor. Rating: T Note: Ah, guys! Sorry I haven’t updated! I’ve been busy! Also I’m backed up on asks from you guys! I just don’t want to post them and lose the suggestions in a wave of questions! Forgive me?

Throughout the time that they knew each other, Paige began to learn new things about Tony. She knew that he absolutely loathed wasting what he dubbed ‘valuable time’, but she would roll her eyes at his trivial ideals. She knew that he was a man of a few words—he was not one to ramble on for hours end. Late at night, it never bothered her that as she curled up in his own bed, preparing to shut her eyes, she could clearly hear the slightly muffled noise from the television in the living room. That was because she also knew that Tony would not sleep for days. She learned that he wouldn’t sleep on behalf of his formerly mentioned ‘hating to waste valuable time’ thought—which she deemed moronic. Tony had a mindset where he forced himself to not sleep since he would apparently waste time in dreamland. Paige didn’t really understand his method—she adored sleep so much that she wished it were a person! Every day, he or one of the puppets, would find her in his bed, fast asleep. The reason why she slept in his bed was because she hated sleeping in her apartment alone—it was boring for her. This meant that she would sleep over in his house, and then leave in the morning, depending on whether she was going to come back or not. This all just summed up to: Tony being awake late at night with Paige asleep a few feet away in his room… So, when Paige walked into the living room, after a long day of popping balloons filled with paint, and saw Tony with his eyes closed, she wasn’t surprised. She knew that he probably exerted his non-sleeping to a point that he could not handle, and eventually passed out in sleep deprivation. Deeply sighing, Paige slipped off her shoes quickly, and placed her bag full of popped, painted balloon skins over to the side before setting off to look over Tony. “…so stupid,” she muttered lowly, under her breath, although he couldn’t hear her because he was sleeping—and also on the floor. Paige cracked a smile as she stared at the male that laid on the tiles near the couch, indicating that he had obviously fallen off the couch that he loved a lot. She didn’t understand why Tony slept on the couch instead of sharing the bed with her—it wasn’t like she was going to kill him in his sleep! And plus, she knew that the couch was probably uncomfortable. He always refused to sleep in the bed with her, though. That was when she learned that Tony was a closet-prude. Tony shifted in his sleep, lightly snoring, and spread his slender fingers over his face, covering the right half. Paige tilted her head, wondering what to do now. She surely couldn’t just pick him up—his mass was larger than hers, and if she tried to pick him up, they would, in a second, be down on the floor once more. Suddenly, an idea popped into Paige’s mind. That’s actually… Not bad, she thought, bouncing over to Tony’s bedroom. Paige swiftly pulled the heavy comforter off his bed, and lugged it over to the living room with a smile. She sat down next to the sleeping Tony, and drank in his features while he slept, which was a rarity. His hair was an unruly mess, sticking up in places where it shouldn’t, and his mouth was slightly ajar from what she could see below the hand on his face. His eyelids fluttered a few times when she covered him and herself with the blanket, and she took a moment to admire his sleep-flushed cheeks. As she laid down, slightly snuggling near him under the covers that they both finally shared, she whispered, “Get some sleep, idiot.” At least Tony wasn’t sleeping on the couch that day.

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Tony and Paige like Gomez and Morticia from The Addams Family. Could you write something based off that headcannon?

Hmmm, I have never actually watched The Addams Family, so I would need to know more about them…

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Hey, how about Tony gets the flu and refuses to go to the doctor. Enjoying the fics. Keep up the good work.

EEEK THE FLUFF SUGGESTIONS ARE COMING ALONG I AM EXCITED!! EDIT: ALSO THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I WAS SO HAPPY I DIDN’T THANK YOU!!SORRY!

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Tony's reaction to Paige singing after a heated argument?

This can go either way! Paige's voice can sound like nails on a chalkboard, or like liquid gold. :D I think that's cool! (I'll probably make it sound nice because I'm a sucker for singers)

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Suggestion: Paige finds Tony asleep on the floor after not sleeping for several days. Based on a headcannon post I read

This is very, very cute! I think I’m going to start on this tomorrow! Thank you for suggesting it! EDIT: MORE FLUFF