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when you log on for the first time in 16 years and the fandom is still alive :’)
Sorry for the unannounced disappearance!! I guess I’ve been bored with my writing?? And I feel like I’m not really bringing anything to Penny anymore?? Idk, I’m in a rut and trying to figure out how to get myself out of it. I'm probably going to move blogs for a fresh start because that got me out of a similar funk a couple years ago. I’ll likely drop smaller threads and keep most paras. Thank you so so much for your patience. <3
@inanotherliife
She really didn’t have time for this. Playing nurse at a makeshift base in the zombie apocalypse was challenging enough without any formal training beyond basic first aid, but there she was. Holding a cool cloth to a fevered girl’s forehead and gazing at a man just a few paces away. It felt like a force above her comprehension was tugging on her sleeve, pulling her entire focus onto him despite the chaos surrounding them. “Can I help you?”
Being suspended for his latest outburst; the panicked gunning down of a career criminal, whom they wanted alive, wasn’t enough. The chief had decided to assign Clyde a partner and that was a tough pill to swallow. He was tenured and decorated, having a partner or getting one wasn’t the issue, in fact he was used to that. The problem lay in the rumor that his said partner was to be a bloody rookie; fresh meat straight out of the academy with excellent marks. Just great, he thinks, a fucking babysitting job at his age and he hates it. It was sheer disrespect to someone in his position at the station, to be tossed a trainee, regardless of his offense. He’d be a laughing stock in no time and it was just enough to turn his stomach.
With an irate grunt and a sigh of complete defeat, he sits awaiting word of his new partner, like a problematic student waiting to be reprimanded by a new headmaster. He has know idea whether it’s a male or a female nor what they’d be like. Intel or just basic facts on him or her, were denied of him and was to be a surprise; an uncomfortable surprise.
She’s been at the precinct for all of ten minutes, but she’s received more sympathetic looks and good luck wishes than she can count since leaving the chief’s office.
It was straight out of a movie. The department bustled with officers working their cases, the buzz of activity filtering in through the cracked open door—until the chief assigned the rookie to a ranking detective. The second his name passed the woman’s lips, a palpable silence spread over everyone within earshot, followed by frantic whispers.
She spots “the older bloke with scars” easily, brimming with questions and an uncharacteristic amount of nerves. A polite smile hides her unease, though she is painfully aware of her gun holster, stiff in it newness, creaking with every step she takes in his direction.
“Hi,” she says, extending her hand. “You must be Detective Fergus. I’m Penelope Widmore. It looks like we’re going to be working together.”
inanotherliife:
“I’m not all that sure I believe you.”
“Are you accusing me of being a liar as well?”
fangirl challenge: [1/50] romantic relationships → penny & desmond
“Please don’t give up, Des. Because all we really need to survive is one person who truly loves us. And you have her. I will wait for you always. I love you. -Pen”
She smiles hotly at that and tightens her leg around him. Taking advantage of their position, she lets her hands drop out of his shirt only to bring them back, making quick work of his buttons. “That feels nice,” she says, goosebumps raising everywhere he touched. She wasn’t cold.
daggermxchanic:
“Longest”. He grunts with eyes shut, dragging his rough hands behind him to press the curve of her thigh against him. Warm, shaved skin and the hem of a skirt was what he found and it thrilled him, better than any cigarette. Needing this desperately, he scrunched the skirt and the skin in between with his fingers, playing almost teasingly.
His fingers toying with her skirt is all the encouragement she needs. In one swift movement, she closes the sliver of space between them, breasts pressing against his back tantalizingly. She still can't get enough of his neck, kissing and nipping and flicking her tongue over his skin. "Me too."
daggermxchanic:
“Well there was the promise of something else…besides it was just on, don’t get cheeky”. He imparts as he inches closer to her on the couch, eyes scattered about her face, flicking his finger around a soft curl.
Ah, but he likes her cheeky. For now, she ignores his excuses and his finger, tilting her head to the side in feigned confusion. “What are you talking about? The leftover sweets?”
daggermxchanic:
“Fuckin’ hell if I knew that was going ta happen, I’d have said no”.He smirks, letting out a a relatively annoyed hiss.
A smile tugs at her lips—his annoyance is her amusement. “I can’t believe you said yes. We don’t exactly hang out, you and I."