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@crossxxbones

talking back until his hand is around my throat telling me to “fix that fucking attitude”

#Sin & Brock #redbones #This is so them #tw: nsfw

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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

#Send memes #Hehe

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Alba's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and the warmth of the alcohol as Andy's playful response sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a surge of boldness coursing through her veins, emboldened by his charm and the promise of what the night may hold.

"Oh, I'm counting on it not staying quiet," she replied with a playful wink, her voice dripping with innuendo. She finished her drink quickly, eager to follow Andy as he stepped down from the bar stool. Taking his offered hand, Alba rose to her feet gracefully, though her balance wavered slightly from the effects of the drinks. She met Andy's gaze with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile. She was truly following a stranger? Yes she was and she planned on following him anywhere he wanted. The night was young and she was drawn to the stranger like a magnet.

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Andy had never been fond of small towns. He’d always been a city boy, Boston raised and Cambridge for school, then Newton when he and Laurie had decided to start a family. The appeal of disappearing somewhere after the deaths of his family was too great to pass up though, and it wasn’t like he'd had a lot of job offers at the time. The practice was small, just him and one other man who'd been there longer than Andy had been alive. He drank too much, and Andy spent half his time putting out fires with their clients and taking up the slack. It wasn’t the cutthroat challenge he was used to, but it filled his time. Most of it.

There were times he wondered whether the anonymity of a larger city wouldn't have been better for him though. It had taken longer than he’d expected for his past to be discovered here, and there had been whispers for weeks everywhere he went. He ignored it and then, as expected, it simply died off and no one seemed bothered by it anymore. But Christ, the town didn't even have a proper coffee shop, just a Starbucks, and a grand total of two bars, one of them decidedly touristy on the main street, and the other a dive further off the beaten path.

Andy preferred the first one. He didn’t need the mess of lasting attachments, and the only people he ever took home were tourists, never locals, people he'd never seen in town before and would likely never see again. He’d had enough scandal to last him a lifetime, even of the small town variety. He’d noticed when she came in, and so had half the guys in the place. There was a rowdy group of them at a table by the window, some sort of college sports team passing through town, who hadn't been quiet about it. He shook his head, faintly amused and faintly disapproving, as he turned back toward the bar and picked up his beer bottle. In all of history, he couldn’t imagine catcalling a woman had ever once worked.

#Alba & Andy #Didn't your mommy tell you not to follow strangers? #I don't blame her tho #I would have done the same

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Sin's jaw clenched as Brock's grip tightened in her hair, his words slicing through her like a knife. Frustration and anger bubble up within her, fueled by his dismissive attitude and the memories of their shared past. She met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside her.

But beneath the anger, there's a flicker of something else, something she can't quite name. Despite everything, she doesn't want him to leave. She craved the chaos he brings, the unpredictable dance they've been locked in for so long.

As he tossed her away, she staggered slightly, but her determination remained steadfast. She refused to let him walk away without a fight, without feeling the full force of her anger. "Leaving already? Go ahead, Brock. Run away like you always do." she taunts, her voice dripping with scorn. “You came for me, I'm right here.” Touch me again, stay, hit me, beat me, anything... It's like her mind unconsciously asked for his violence, for him.

[position] - Sender catches receiver in a compromising position. + 👕

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Post-Hydra, Brock was a free agent, and he'd gone his separate ways from most of his old contacts. Sometimes because they were dead, sometimes because he'd killed them, but those were just details. Hydra had fucked him royally, and he'd been on a bit of a revenge streak against the people who'd left him buried under a building. He'd kept loose tabs on Sinthea for the same reason you'd want to know where you left your nuclear bomb. Might come in handy if you needed a weapon of mass destruction, but you didn't want to be in town when it happened to go off. He knew when she'd arrived in Madripoor with a new partner, and he wasn't concerned about the newest model--odds were, she'd kill him before Brock bothered to anyway--until he found out who it was.

Rogers was out when he let himself in, and there was Sin wearing his fuckin' t-shirt like they were playing house or something. Anger, jealousy, and possessiveness simmered just under the surface, but the words were calm enough when he spoke. "Fuck knows I've caught you in some compromising situations, girl. But this has gotta be a new low. SHIELD mess yer head all around again, or is this actually you?" As bad as that had been, watching her think she was Mary Fucking Sunshine, at least it made sense. He'd seen Hydra's version of brainwashing up close and personal on the Soldier, and it was nothing to fuck around with. He'd cured her of that once, and he could do it again. Much worse if it was really Sin. Brock could probably cure that one too, but if that was the case, it was going to take more than a little slapping around to remind her who she was.

#Sin & Brock #redbones #Tw: toxic relationship

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Ooc: I'm still here! Just been really busy with work! I'll reply asap. Thank you for your patience ❤️

#Ooc

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Despite Violet's outward display of confidence, inwardly, she struggled to maintain her composure under Xaden's intense gaze. His piercing eyes seemed to bore into her soul, stripping away the layers of her carefully constructed facade to reveal the vulnerability that lay beneath. She might appear weak, physically, but she wasn't completely helpless. She wouldn't be standing here if she was as weak as they wanted her to be.

With every passing moment, Violet fought to keep her emotions in check, to maintain the illusion of control. But the intensity of Xaden's gaze was like a searing flame, threatening to consume her from within.

She couldn't help but wonder if he could see through her facade as well as he pretended. Could he sense the turmoil brewing beneath the surface, the battle raging within her?

Torn between the urge to punch him for his arrogance and the inexplicable desire to kiss his handsome face, Violet cursed herself for her thoughts. It was as if her mind and heart were engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, each pulling her in a different direction.

Internally, she cursed herself for entertaining such conflicting desires, for allowing herself to be swayed by the enigmatic allure of Xaden.

"So what do you know” she asked boldly, curious to hear what he thought he knew about her.

Violet's lips curled into a sardonic smile as she met Xaden's gaze head-on. "You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" Her tone was cool, laced with a hint of amusement.

She wouldn't dare talk to another superior like this. Another wingleader. Yet, she felt confident enough to speak her mind to him. She still had no idea why he was acting the way he did. He seemed.. Interested ? Or else why was he still here, talking to her? Or maybe she was over thinking.

Knowledge does fuel me. Knowledge is power, and it's the only thing I have...

"What do you think I do during my free time? Read encyclopedias and write essays?" she chuckled at the thought. Was that really what he thought of her? Beside that she was weak and a dead woman walking.

#Violet & Xaden

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Ooc: finally the weekend!!!

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There it was, that look. Before Sin managed to do anything, he closed the distance between them.

Sin's pulse quickened as Brock's warm body pressed against hers, the intensity of his touch igniting a fire within her. She welcomed his advance, doing the complete opposite of what she should have done. As his hand threaded through her hair, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, her fingers digging into his skin as she surrendered to the raw passion between them.

It had been too long since she had tasted the sweetness of his lips, and now, they were like a long-awaited oasis in the desert of her longing.

Every fiber of her being screamed for her to push him away, to assert control over the mess of emotions raging within her. Yet, as much as her heart ached with conflicting desires, her body betrayed her, responding eagerly to his touch.

Try as she might, Sin found herself unable to physically distance herself from him. The pull of their connection was too strong, her longing too deep-rooted to resist. Her mind screamed for restraint, for self-preservation, but her traitorous body craved him.

In between kisses, Sin's voice emerged in a desperate attempt to convince herself of something she knew wasn't true. "I hate you... " she murmured, her words tinged with bitterness and self-deception. Each syllable was a feeble attempt to push him away, to shield herself from the vulnerability of her true feelings. "I hate... how you make me feel," she continued, her voice trembling with suppressed longing.

Don't forget who you're talking to.

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"Yeah? Who'm I talking to? Cap's girlfriend? Mary fuckin' Sunshine? The woman who used to be Sinthea Schmidt?" He was smiling but there was nothing pleasant about it as he tried to goad her into some sort of reaction. He used to spend every spare minute he could with Sin, but two days in a safehouse with her after escaping the Raft, and all he could think about was his hands around her throat. She was driving him up the fuckin' wall with this new act of hers, and he never could resist needling her back, wanting to see how far he could push her before she snapped.

He wanted to prove--to himself, to her--that she was still herself, just as violent and chaotic and unpredictable as always. "The old you would be sick if you could see yourself. When you gonna get it through your head that he ain't here? I'm the one who yanked yer ass outta prison. I'm the one puttin' up with your shit. You wanna go back to Captain Prettyboy, then get the fuck out. When he gift wraps you for SHIELD a second time, you're gonna be shit outta luck, 'cause I won't be there. And guess what, girl. He won't be either."

#Sin & Brock #redbones #i got carried away #Lol

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Zara's heart ached with every word Atom signed. She had missed him desperately during his absence

“It's not!” she replied a little too fast and too loud, her emotions taking over, laden with the weight of unspoken emotions. "How can you expect me to just accept that without any explanation? You vanished without a trace, leaving me to wonder if I meant something to you? Do you have any idea what it was like for me, not knowing if you were safe or if I'd ever see you again?”

Each passing days without word from him only intensified her anxiety, leaving her sleepless and consumed by fear. The thought of never seeing him again, of never knowing what had become of him, was a suffocating weight on her chest, her mind conjured up the worst scenarios imaginable: images of him lying injured in some forgotten alleyway, or worse, in the clutches of his enemies, unable to reach out for help.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered how worried, scared and alone she was. Her emotions raw, her voice trembled as she prepared herself for what she was going to say next. “I thought you were dead!”

❛  why did you leave without saying goodbye?  ❜ from Zara to Atom @pleinsdemuses (I chose angst... For now🙃) || aaaaaaaAAAA

EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCE STARTERS

He knows the answer to that, but he refuses to say a word. Because it'd be easier for them both if he is seen as being just... that heartless. Abandoning her, disappearing for so long, without so much as a letter for her to have peace of mind...

Atom knows not to say, he knows not to get her involved in the deep, dark hole that is his life. Storming into that hospital had been a blessing to him, but a curse to her, and he had been trying to mend it. To keep his creator away from her, to keep his enemies from knowing about her.

If he kept meeting like this, she'd be in jeopardy, he knew it... And yet, here he was again. Alas, he hadn't been able to stay completely away from her. Not at all.

"I'm back now... Is that not enough?" He signs back at her, seeming afraid to use his voice, afraid to say anything at all.

#Zara & Atom #ALWAYS THE FEELS

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@vvolfstare

yeah sorry i just don't think i can make it out tonight. i have to pick up my wife from her murder trial. yes of course she did it. why do you think i married her. 🗡️❤️

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo 💖 blending.

[x] [id in alt]

#Nat & Bucky

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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Assorted Protective Lovers Sentence Starter

You think I am stopping you because I don’t think your capable? You being capable is the problem.”

“You mean more to me than my next breath. there was no ask.”

“Choosing love and war are both honorable choices.”

You are injured. I will murder you if you get up and than bring you back to life to murder you again. I love you.”

“I could fight ghosts themselves and not flinch if only to see you whole.”

“Love doesn’t need reason.”

“Love doesn’t see reason.”

“I’d yell now that we are alive though you clearly don’t listen to me.”

“Are you going to be the one to stop me? because I know what I am going to do, I just need to know who is going to try and stop me.”

“This world needs you far more than me.”

“Regardless of title or standing, I will fight and die for you or at your side.”

Look just because I am capable of protecting you, doesn’t mean you have to need it so much?”

“Wasn’t sure if I should yell at you or kiss you for getting yourself into this?’

“Love means we are a team. if we are going into danger, it is together since I doubt you like the macho role.”

“Of course, walk towards the danger because you have a human shield.”

“I’m not trying to control you. I am trying to keep you safe.”

“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”

“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch her/him!”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”

“I will always step in between you and something like that.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”

“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”

“The stepping stool is unecessary.”

“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”

“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.” 

“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”

“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.” “I’m gonna protect you.”

“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”

“I’m not leaving you alone.  Not now, not ever.”

“Let’s all watch a different movie.  This one freaks her/him out.”

“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”

“She/He isn’t an object.”

“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”

“You don’t know anything about her/him!”

“What?  You think that was funny?  You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”

“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”

“Wait, let me walk you home.”

“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”

“It’s dangerous.

“I’m worried about you.”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”

“I’ll go see what the noise was.”

“Stay on the phone with me.”

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”

“He/She did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.” “Stay behind me.”

“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”

“I love you.  Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”

“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out.  Trust me, I know.” 

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”

“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”

“Thank you for always sticking with me.”

“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”

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Send 😱 to hear my muse scream for help! (Send 🔄 + 😱 to reverse the outcome.)

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@detnu-a-h sent [ SACRIFICE ] (for Zara!)

Zara held onto him tightly, refusing to let him leave. She knew what he had in mind, if he walked put of here he wouldn't come back alive. She knew he'd be ready to do anything to keep her from harm but there was no way she'd accept it and let him sacrifice himself. “No!” she cried, planting her foot on the ground, pulling his arm back towards her before moving quickly and stepping in front of him. “Don't go! Please you can't do this. It's suicide! I won't let you. I won't!” her bottom lip quivered, tears now rolling down her cheeks. “Atom I'm begging you, don’t go” Zara couldn't bear the thought of losing him, the simple thought of it made her lose all senses and the following words left her lips so naturally, full of love and despair. "I love you!”

#I HAVEN'T REPLIED TO THIS YET #BUT MY GOD #THIS IS A MASTERPIECE #I'M IN TEARS #Zara & Atom

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MOODBOARD MEME

FOR THE MOODBOARD OF YOUR CHOICE which is (and 0 originality from me here)

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

from @pleinsdemuses

#zalba #Alba & Zach #The cutest idiots

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Alba couldn't bring herself to sit still, the nervous energy coursing through her veins compelling her to rise from her seat and lean against the table for support.

I felt bad for leaving you alone so unexpectedly. Zach's voice echoed in her mind, each word carrying a weight she couldn't shake. She watched as he took a gulp of water, his defeated posture tugging at her heartstrings.

With one hand gripping the edge of the table, she absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt, the fabric twisting and turning beneath her fingers as her mind raced with thoughts of Zach. His sincerity, his kindness, his unwavering concern for her safety... She didn't deserve him.

Alba had met her brother a few times, she knew his words were sincere and that she could count on him if needed. “That's very sweet of him.” she smiled softly, deeply touched by his words.

"hey... If it's becoming too overwhelming for you, Zach, I can go back to my place," she said softly, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "I don't want to impose on you or make you feel burdened by my presence. Your well-being is important to me, and if you need space, I understand." Her heart clenched at the thought of leaving Zach's side, but she pushed aside her own desires in favor of prioritizing his comfort and peace of mind. She didn't think about her ex for a second when she said those words. He did say a lot in his drunken state but his words were an enigma to her. Maybe it was because she still wasn't used to a man behind so kind, caring and who kept their feelings to himself. Her ex never hid anything. Whether he was angry or frustrated, she was the first target.

Alba's heart skipped a beat as she heard the familiar sound of Zach's footsteps approaching. She moved in the kitchen, where the hangover pasta she had prepared earlier was still warm. She filled a plate with steaming pasta. Next, she poured a glass of water for Zach, knowing he would need it to help ease his headache and rehydrate after a night of drinking.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she greeted him with a warm smile, trying to mask her worry with cheerfulness. "I made some hangover pasta for you. Hopefully, it'll help..." she said, setting everything down on the table in front of him.

As Alba turned her back to Zach to grab a glass of water for herself, she could feel a knot forming in her stomach. His voicemails from last night lingered in the back of her mind, his words echoing in her ears like a haunting melody.

Pouring the water from the tap, Alba took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation that she knew needed to happen. She couldn't ignore the elephant in the room any longer.

Turning back to face him, Alba cleared her throat, her voice soft but steady. "Zach... " she said softly, "About what you said last night....”

#Alba & Zach

[pleinsdemuses]

misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you — like a storm bursts overhead — i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ��  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you — haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse —  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure — both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening — i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live — but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home — and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me…to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile.  ❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that…  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is — you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞