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Rambling headcanons about how Astarion's trauma could manifest in your relationship.
Disclaimer: I am not fetishizing trauma or PTSD here. I have C-PTSD myself, and have dated others with it as well. So some of this is (loosely) inspired by my own experiences. It's not pretty, it's not fun, but I'd say it's pretty realistic. So yeah, fair warning! Anyway, let's gooooo
Astarion isn't fazed by much, but he IS claustrophobic- having to claw your way out of your own coffin, being trapped in a mindflayer pod and being trapped in a tomb for a year straight would do that to anyone. If he is ever unfortunate enough to be stuck in a small space again, he'll go into a blind panic. He'll hyperventilate and try to force his way out any way he can, and if he can't get out in time he'll just completely mentally shut down for a bit. If you plan to pull him into a little broom closet for a sneaky fuck, just forget it ok? You will probably get your eyes accidentally clawed out.
There is a long period in your relationship where Astarion is gradually getting more comfortable with being vulnerable around you, but he's also very self-conscious about it. He doesn't want you to pity him or think he's weak. You will be tempted to give him lots of validation and praise to make up for all of the psychological abuse he endured, to reassure him that he's finally safe and free, and that you love him for more than just his body. That his problems won't ever drive you away, and that you don't judge him. He appreciates your words deeply, he wants and needs them more than he cares to admit. But at the same time, they completely overwhelm him. Finally being in a good place with a caring partner is such a stark contrast to what he's been through, that it forces him to see even deeper into the void inside him and recognize just how badly he was treated, how deprived he's been. They hit him hard in both good and bad ways, and sometimes he'll tell you to stop because he just can't handle feeling so much right now. It's best to stick to mostly surface level stuff and ease carefully into the deeper, more meaningful observations.
The sweeter your words, the more his mind races with fears that you are idealizing him and eventually you'll come to see him for what he really is- and then abandon him. Fears that he'll come to depend on your kindness only for it to be ripped away, whether by you or by circumstances beyond his control. Fears that you don't really mean it, that you're just manipulating him the way he did to others. Deep down he hopes and trusts you're sincere, but it's just so hard to accept when Cazador's voice is in his head, countering all of it. This is all so new to him, so unknown. And the unknown is terrifying. He gets frustrated that your kindness does this to him, he wants to be able to embrace your words, he's so impatient to heal and finally be over this shit already. He judges himself so harshly for still struggling with all this. Cazador's dead, he is free, he has someone who truly loves him- why isn't that enough?! Why can't he fully appreciate it, is he just going to feel broken forever? He worries he'll take too long to get over his past, and you'll get tired of it and leave. Expect to give him lots of reassurance about all of this.
He doesn't like to cry around you, but over time you will lower his guard enough that he'll stop fighting back the tears quite so much. Sometimes it's a bad dream, sometimes you say something that just hits him hard (even if it's in a good way), and sometimes he has no idea what triggered it. You tell him he can wake you up any time if he needs you, but often he chooses not to wake you and just suffers through it alone. When it happens while you're both awake, at first he would roll over and face away from you when the tears started flowing if he couldn't collect himself, and you'd just hug him from behind. But eventually he feels comfortable enough to bury his face in your chest and just let it all out. When it's really bad, he'll be trembling and hugging you so tightly as he sobs into your shirt that it's almost hard for you to breathe. The best thing you can do is just be there with him, stroke his hair, caress the tears off his cheeks. It can be dicey, but eventually you learn to read him well enough that sometimes stroking the scars on his back very gently can be healing for him. There are other times though, when this will be too much for him. Same goes for kissing. Also, don't even think about telling anyone you've seen him like this. But of course, why would you?
Don't go into therapist mode with him when he's that vulnerable, and if he decides to talk, just let him talk. Hold space for him and be there with him. Afterwards, help ground him in the present and reconnect him to his senses by pointing out things in the room, remind him that it's not all happening to him right now. Realize how special it is that he feels safe enough with you to be so vulnerable. There are times when he even breaks down during sex, and he'll say that he's fine and you can keep going, but it's for the best to stop what you're doing and check in instead. He often dissociates when he's triggered, and doesn't realize something is wrong until it's too late.
Trauma isn't always pretty, and there are times when it does strain your relationship. When he's really triggered, he might take it out on you. He'll try his best to push you away, and say terrible things he doesn't mean. Perhaps things Cazador said to him. His articulate manner of speech can be sharper than his blade when wielded against you in the heat of the moment. He doesn't believe you can love this side of him, that he is fundamentally broken and unlovable, so it's a test of sorts to prove his own fears. He doesn't necessarily realize what he's doing, he's just lashing out from a point of pure fear. Trauma is an explanation for this behavior, but not an excuse, so it's important you set very firm and consistent boundaries when he gets like this. He might not appreciate it in the moment, but he will once he calms down.
It takes some time for him to feel truly secure with you, but he's getting there. In the meantime, he's starting to get a little clingy and codependent. He's not used to having so much freedom, and doesn't always know what to do with himself when you're not around. Being in your presence is when he's closest to feeling safe and at ease, and being apart for too long can cause his mind to race, especially when he has nothing to distract himself with. It drives him crazy that it gets to him so much- he's never been dependent on anyone before, and this side of him surprises himself. He hates it, which only stresses him out more. He tries to play it off, but it's very obvious he is struggling with separation anxiety. You don't want to overindulge him, but to ease his fears you decide to get a pair of magical rings. You can make each other's rings glow whenever you want- so if Astarion is feeling lonely, he can make your ring glow and you can make his glow back. Sometimes, just that is enough to get him through a rough day without you. Once he has done some more healing, eventually he will come to enjoy his alone time in a way he's never gotten to before in his life, and as much as you enjoy spending time with him, you'll be so happy for him to finally have that.
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it didn’t take long before the rumor mill began to hit the last place anyone wanted it to. Chatter and discourse circulated among everyone over at AMG. From staff and crew to the top level..concerned about what it meant, not only for the PR manager and her clientele but the company as a whole. Honestly, it all seemed more like some sick, deluded fever dream. There was no way that a photo from years ago, taken completely out of context and held zero weight was creating all of these problems! Although they were both young and there were a lot of drugs and alcohol involved the night that said picture was snapped, they both were adamant in the fact that nothing came of it. There was no way in hell that she’d even entertain the idea of sleeping with EJ. The thought alone made her skin crawl. She didn’t see it for him then and damn sure didn’t now. And vice versa. And even on the off chance there was some forgotten one night stand…what did it matter now anyways?! They had obviously both moved on and there were zero romantic, sexual or otherwise feelings there. Whoever decided to dredge these up from the archives was either bored, miserable or mad as hell over something. Could’ve been a mix of the three..who knows. But what was certain, was that this had to be fixed and quickly..before everything fell apart!
pacing the floor of her high rise condo, purchased for work years ago, the talent scout nursed her glass of wine as she trembled. Fear and anxiety had taken over her entire body…her eyes bloodshot from crying for hours on end. Her heart felt as if it were going to explode from her chest..it was all too much to bear.
“So what are you going to do? Everyone seems to believe that something happened. Even if it was years ago, it’s going to be hard to convince the world that there’s nothing going on.”
“I’m sorry, Aunt Vivi but I’m not worried about convincing the world of anything. They’ll talk and believe what they want regardless. I’m only concerned with what my husband and (y/n) thinks. They’re the victims in all of this…they don’t deserve to have to deal with it.” But alas, she was wrong. Although that was her main priority, she failed to take into consideration how the rest of her clientele must’ve been feeling. She was the public relations manager..the quintessential fixer who made problems go away…if she was knee deep in her own scandal, how the hell could they trust her to get rid of theirs? It was a nightmare!
finally feeling as if the unbearable weight had caught up to her, Mikasa plopped down on a nearby couch, where her aunt and creative director Vivian Ackerman was seated. The older woman would cradle her niece’s head onto her chest akin to the way she had when she was younger. In truth, she was the only adult in her life who had actually taken the time to see her as a child in her adolescence rather than some machine; the ideal artist who moved on everyone else’s time but with her, she could be herself. And right now, the thing she needed most was a shoulder to cry on. To let her frustrations out.
“He left for his tour last night..didn’t even say goodbye. Once social media started talking, he went to a hotel and didn’t say a word. But the look on his face? I'd never seen him in pain like that. When I called him..he didn’t even answer. But then I found his ring on the nightstand. That and the necklace I gave him when he first started playing in my band. He never took that stupid thing off for anything….I guess it’s really over, huh? I screwed up..”
she could feel herself slipping further into despair. The thought of losing the one man who’d always given her the world. The man she joked, laughed and had more fun with than anyone. Who saw her flaws as perfections, accepted her in any way. The love of her life, Jean was gone and now her sweet (y/n) was pissed too. She had blocked her everywhere and was refusing to answer her or Eren’s calls. He told her that (y/n) had someone send for the rest of her belongings and that she wouldn’t be coming back. And EJ was in worse shape than she was. Not even bothering to get out of bed. How could they possibly convince you or anyone else that this was all a huge misunderstanding. But what shocked them both was that there was a single post uploaded to her Instagram page with her on a private jet. Tan leather seats surrounding her along with some roses. She sat posed as if she were straddling someone’s lap and her bare back was facing the camera with her face out of the frame. And coiled around her? Were tattooed arms with some rather familiar looking ink. The caption simply read “having my way.” Comments were shut off for the post so no one could have a field day underneath but trust, the alarm bells were going off something crazy. But one thing was for certain…when it was all said and done, those two would be the ones left crying!
“You think that was a little too much?”
“For what they did? Please..they’re lucky their asses aren’t dead right now. I’d say they got off easy.”
because right now..you were on a flight, headed to Europe. Lying in bed, draped in sheets as they caressed your naked body. But the linen wasn’t the only thing touching you. Right now, those very same arms and hands from the photo were rubbing and caressing your body. Only after using them to bounce you up and down on him. Some might say it was one hell of an overreaction to something that couldn’t be confirmed but fuck it, it shouldn’t have gotten this far. And as for who was helping you exact this little cruel act of revenge?
“Besides…I think this is much better. They can sit and think about that shit while we have some fun. Not like it’s the first time. What do you think?”
“I think you’re right..”
that too would remain a mystery!
#I’m officially not shit#aot x black reader#black fem reader#black reader#musician x influencer au#eren x black fem!reader#aot au#black reader smut#attack on titan#aot fanfiction#aot imagines#aot drabbles#modern au#aot modern au#mikasa ackerman#eren jaeger#jean kirschstein#aot#sitting here giggling as I post this#musician au#black fanfiction#love y’all though#don’t jump me#snk au#snk imagines#snk eren#snk mikasa#aot mikasa#aot jean#aot angst
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AITA for talking about my fights with my partner with other people?
I (18M) and my partner (17NB) have been together for a couple of years now. Like most couples, we've had our fair share of fights, some of them very serious. I have a problem with paranoia over if I'm doing the right thing or not, because I have trouble understanding right and wrong unless I've been through a situation myself or had the morality of it very heavily explained to me. Because of this, during several of our heavier fights, I would go to people that I trusted and show them the conversation from beginning to end through screenshots (me and my partner are long distance at the moment, so most of our fights have been over text), and ask them if I was alright or I was being a dick.
However, over time, this caused most of the people I was close to to hate my partner. Several of them believed my partner was abusive or at least toxic because of the fights they saw, and at least one was outright violently angry towards them, publicly making a post about wanting to hurt them (I apologized to my partner for this, and asked repeatedly that this person take the post down, made it very clear I wasn't okay with that, but they kept it up anyways.)
I tried to change their opinions by highlighting positive things about them, and repeatedly making clear the things I knew I had done wrong to them so it was clear any toxicity wasn't one-sided (please don't even try to question if I was really bad or anything like that. Had it happen before. Yes what I did was actually wrong. I have apologized and been working on it for a long time now, and debating if it was really wrong will not be helpful or wanted.) But even so, even now, everyone who knew even parts of me and my partners problems still hate them.
My partner has made clear to me that this hurt them. It made them feel isolated, and very alone. Because I had people backing me up and people to talk to, and those people hated them, while they didn't have access to therapy (which I also had at the time, and also do now) or people to talk to about it at the time.
I've apologized for that, and long since stopped telling anyone about our fights or problems. Partially because I found out it was hurting them, and partially because a few months after I had started doing that in the first place, things took a turn for the worse in our relationship and I always either didn't feel comfortable showing people what was happening anymore, or when I did, I ended up being asked to stop by the people I spoke to because what was going on was too heavy and often triggering for them to handle, which I respected. I also didn't have access to therapy for a while because I had just made a major move and my old therapist wasn't licensed to treat people in the area I'd moved to.
However, more recently, I opened up to both my therapist and my mother about everything that happened. Unlike with before, both of them got the full story, from the start of our relationship to now. I made sure to include everything I had done wrong (that I either figured out on my own or my partner told me about, I do worry that there's other things that I don't even know about yet) so that I didn't paint myself in a better light than reality. My therapist cried when I told her. Not full on crying or sobbing, but I could see the tears in her eyes the entire session. My mother was very angry. Both of them think it's for the best we break up. My therapist agreed it's toxic, which I know it still is, although I've been doing my best to make the relationship more healthy over time. She didn't outright say the words, but when I told her what my mother had to say about it, it was clear that she agreed with her that it was abusive. She wasn't angry the way my mother was, or as insistent about me breaking up with them, but she didn't think this relationship or this person in general was healthy towards me.
My mother, however, was almost violently angry. There was several parts of the story where she clenched her fists or had to pause to calm down. On top of that, when I brought up my partners disorder (it was heavily relevant to a large part of the story, as knowing they had it was necessary to really explain what happened for many parts of it), she started repeatedly telling me that she believed they're faking to manipulate me, and that "based on her years of research that wasn't how the disorder worked" (her "years of research" was an introductory college psych class over a decade ago, which barely mentions the disorder in question, so I don't trust that at all). This made me worry even more that I was being an asshole by sharing this, because I know firsthand how much it sucks to have someone not believe you about your own mental health. Not to mention, I have a similar disorder myself, so it felt wrong the way she talked about their disorder (I brought this up but she said it was different and she believes me, just not them. I'm pretty sure that's mostly because I'm diagnosed, and they aren't, due to not being able to get therapy). She also wouldn't believe they didn't have access to therapy because they live in a place with free healthcare, and didn't seem to understand that doesn't always apply to mental healthcare, especially when they're a minor and their parent won't get them therapy even when asked.
However, the reactions from both my mother and my therapist has made me start to question if telling people about our fights was really an asshole move in the first place. On the one hand, I know it hurt them, and that I hurt them in other ways on top of that. But on the other, if even middle aged adults, including one with a psychology degree, think it's so bad on their end, maybe telling them was a good thing. I don't want anyone to hate my partner, especially not when I know I was also toxic towards them and I don't feel like it's fair to treat them like they're so much worse than me, especially when my partner has said to me that I abused them (this was also shared to mother + therapist). But the way these recent events have gone have left me confused, and feeling like a giant asshole towards my partner all over again. So am I one for this?
What are these acronyms?
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Why change matters and how Amphibia did it better than The Owl House.
"Watching and Dreaming" made me cry a lot during its premiere. I was amazed and, I'd say, dazed by it. Then I forgot about it for a while. Now I finished re-watching Amphibia for the first time since TOH ended. My hype died down, and I have some thoughts. A lot, actually.
Amphibia's ending was incredibly painful and made me sob like a baby for two whole weeks the first time I watched it. That's because it was not only beautiful and heartbreaking, but truly GOOD. Brilliant, actually. I absolutely agree with a statement that any other ending would literally be a contradiction to the whole main plot, especially Anne's arc. The girls had to learn to let go in order to grow as individuals - the thing they had the biggest problem with. Saying goodbye was the only logical option, plot-wise. It still hurt like hell, though. Separating the multidimensional, against-all-odds relationships (especially my beloved spranne. Ouch, ouch, ouch). The Owl House does no such thing - everybody stays together. They live happily ever after.
Paradoxically, I think that it's the main reason why I'd choose "The Hardest Thing" over "Watching and Dreaming" every single time. I know we shouldn't really compare them in EVERY aspect, since TOH had way more things to deal with in the final episode, but the fact that Luz got to not only stay, but to freely travel between worlds as she pleases really took the whole "growing up and finding your true self no matter what the other people do/say about you" thing out the door. Luz from season one, episode one, and Luz from the finale are not really that different. Well, she certainly became more traumatised and depressed than before, but in terms of personal growth? Nope. Luz - from the very beginning - was cheerful, open, caring and very selfless, willing to literally help every stranger she met no matter how it would affect her. She had little to no boundaries, but, well, you can't argue that she was A GOOD, SELFLESS PERSON. Now, we could say that her arc here would be learning that sometimes you should put yourself before others, that you can't save everyone, that you can't trust every person you meet. And she learns it! She fucking does! She helps Philip not knowing who he will become, and then suffers from the consequences, because she helped the wrong person. And then it's all erased, when she saves Collector's life and meets Papa Titan (or whatever we call them).
I have so much to say about this. All of TOH's "villains" (Amity, Lilith, Hunter, The Collector) that were given a redemption arc literally get turned into lifeless, edgy trauma dumpsters, that suddenly loose all of their previous character, quirks and sass (well, maybe except for Lilith, she just started to express them differently, I think, but still, it was WAY too big of a change). I won't dwell on it (since many, many fans called it out already - as they should), and will focus on something different. The only one marked as irredeemable is Belos. Good. Okay. He's irredeemable, because he's a white, christian puritan who won't listen to anyone but himself. Also a genocidal maniac. That's the lesson for Luz here. "You can't save everyone. Some people are just straight up evil". And it's very, very true. But.
From all of the "villains" I mentioned before, Belos is the one that had the most reasons to, let's say, take a dark turn. Those reasons are what makes him irredeemable - he's just too convinced he's right, because, in his mind, he has evidence to prove it. But how do we learn about this? Maybe by seeing his part of the story? Maybe by learning about his brother and Evelyn, about their relationship? It couldn't be straight up awful, since Philip literally brought his brother back to life over and over again, he wanted his brother, or at least the picture of Caleb that satisfied him the most. There was more to it than only "you betrayed me and now I will hate you forever". Do we get to see any of that? No. Instead we get an all-knowing, all-doing being that literally choose Luz as "the one" for being kind and trusting, that convinces her that Belos is, indeed, a lost cause. Do you see where I'm going with this?
Luz, the person that on the literal episode two was told that there is no such thing as a "chosen one" and that she can't always hop into action to save everybody, because, it's, well, not always possible, DOES EXACTLY THAT in the finale by taking a bullet for The Collector, the, you know, very freshly redeemed and suddenly cute and funky villain, whom Luz trusts immediately. AND SHE IS REWARDED FOR IT BY BEING MADE THE CHOSEN ONE. BY A GOD-LIKE BEING THAT CLAIMS TO BE ALL-KNOWING AND CAN DECIDE WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG, BECAUSE OF PERSONAL (King) REASONS. Just like, you know... Belos? The irredeemable villain? And then Luz lets go of the moral dilemmas that's been keeping her up at night for the past months, makes up her mind, defeats the bad guy, learns nothing, and gets to stay in the Boiling Isles and on Earth. With her beautifully redeemed girlfriend and friends whom she kept secrets from and lied to out of fear of being ostracised (you see the pattern here, right?) for, again, months.
I love Amphibia. I love The Owl House. But Amphibia handles it's "villains", generally wronged characters and the whole change/no change thing way better. Well, maybe besides the Core - they got a bit wasted in my opinion. But still. Sasha. Grime. Marcy. Andrias. Anne herself. They learn and change. And more importantly, they face consequences and come to understand and accept them. There's no "chosen one" here. Anne gets the proposition because she's the first one to use the music box for good in literal millenia. A fact, plain and simple (not an opinion based on personal motivations), that makes sense plot-wise, and adds so, so much to Anne's arc. Because Anne from season one, episode one wouldn't care. The one from the finale cares very damn much. And that's the biggest difference.
Saying goodbye makes the message way stronger. The more I think about it, however, the more I'm starting to be afraid that there's no The Message in The Owl House to begin with. Luz learns very little, yet ends up with everything she ever wanted. There's no power behind it. The "find the right people and choose to trust them, not everyone will be your friend" and "some things are out of your control, some people are just bad" aspect is even weaker, as proven by basically the whole season 3. I will end it by my favorite quote from Amphibia, that I think about on daily basis. Have a good day, y'all.
"Change can be difficult, but it's how we grow. It can be the hardest thing to realize you can't hold on to something forever. Sometimes, you have to let it go; but, of the things you let go, you'd be surprised what makes its way back to you."
#the owl house#amphibia#watching and dreaming#the hardest thing#luz noceda#philip wittebane#anne boonchuy#sprig plantar#toh critical#kinda?#i love this show too much to fully criticize it but i had to write this#it was cathartic
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I love the hange head cannons could you do something similar with korra?
Yes! Also this is for everyone( I didn't put it in my last work because I forgot) please dont reblog or repost with giving me credit.
Dating Korra would be like:
When Korra first met you she was a mess. Her face was red and she was having a hard time talking.
Over time you to got to know eachother and she asked you out. You said yes and she took you to her favorite restaurant.
Korra is very protective. She needs to protect you, I mean, she's the avatar. If she cant protect you. Who can she protect?
She loves PDA, it's her way of letting everyone know you're hers. Small bites or kisses in public never hurt anyone.
If you dislike a lot of PDA she'll respect your wishes, but be PREPARED! She'll be even worse in private. She wont let you go until she feel it's enough.
She loves and trusts you with all her heart so please don't break it. Whenever you fight she gets stubborn and wont apologize.
She'll end up crying and coming back after an hour or two.
Depending on your bending abilities, or if you can bend at all, Korra will train with you. She needs you to be ready in case something happens. She can't lose you.
If you bend fire, water, or earth she's going to be a great mentor. If you're an air bender, not so much...
I'd you can't bend, Korra will train you in hand to hand combat. She loves seeing you workout with her, it's a bonding activity in her eyes.
She'll introduce you to people as her future wife, and will more than likely tease you if you get flustered. If not Korra will find other ways to make your face all pink.
Shes very trustworthy, you can tell her anything. Whatever your thinking, she'll reassure you and talk you through it.
You're her baby, her pretty girl, she'll help you no matter what. Believe me, she loves every bit of you, and she will frequently remind you of that.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
S W I T C H if I ever seen one!
She loves it when you eat her out. Do it, just once and she's shaking.
She'll beg, and I mean beg. She cries and squeaks, begging for you to slow down. Of course when you do, she begs for you to get faster.
She'll pull on your hair and scratch at your scalp. While her nails are cut down she had a tendency to bite.
(Were gonna pretend straps exist here) She'll bite your neck, arms, chest where she can. Depending on the position, you'll either have multiple very visible marks or multiple non-visible marks.
Now for when Korra is on top? That's a whole new story. She's a soft dom, but dont think that means she wont put you in your place. It just means you'll get more chances, with her at least.
Korra loves to chase you, she finds it cute how you think you're going to win. In the end she'll have you in her arms, taking her strap, begging for more. Your little game of cat and mouse is over quite quick.
She'll either hold you down, or tie you up. It all depends on how you act, if your good, ropes aren't involved. If you're bad...
Dont think that she's going to hurt you though. After having you so many times she get to understand what you like and dislike. Korra can be very rough or very gentle, but you have to voice it.
She could degrade you, or praise you. Call you her pretty girl, or treat you like you're mud under her boot.
"Darling, I know, I know it hurts but you're doing so well. I'm so fucking proud of you! You look so beautiful with my cock buried in your pussy!"
Or
"Ugh, you cant do anything right, can you? I'm getting tired of someone who can't even take my cock properly. Fucking slut! You need me? Hm?"
Trust and believe the aftercare is GODLY that woman knows how to treat you like the princess you are. Water, food, whatever you want, she'll get it.
She just loves you so much, so believe she's going to spoil you.
I really hope you liked it!
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Random prompts
"You’re breathtaking”
"We really made this baby together, huh"
"Aw, don't cry sweetheart..."
"I've always been proud of you"
"Waking up next to you is my favorite thing"
"You want me?"
"Open your legs for me baby, I wanna see you"
"Your body was made for mine"
"You have no idea how much I want you right now"
"Don’t be afraid, it’s just me”
"I promise I won’t hurt you"
"No, don't cry I hate it when you cry"
"I can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"
"No way, you'd be a great dad, a great one"
"I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies"
"Feel what you’re doing to me? That’s all because of you"
"Tell me the truth"
"Smile, okay that's it you're scaring me"
"You remind me to always do what's right"
"No matter what I'm on your side"
"I think you’d be an amazing mother"
"Through the tears and the laughter you'll always have me"
"Your opinion of me won't change, right?"
"Show me all the scars you're covering and hiding away"
"I know you're scared but I'm here okay"
"God you're high for sure"
"It's the small things that people take for granted and that means the most"
"Then I met you and everything changed"
"I love your heart"
"Even when you're tired you're a teddy bear"
"I don’t know if I’ll be good enough"
"No one knows what it's like to be in my mind"
"You and me?" "Always forever"
"I'll keep fighting"
"Wild and free like a sunflower"
"Things that have happened in my life have haunted and followed me everywhere I've gone"
"I didn’t want to burden you" / "You are not a burden, don’t ever think that understand?"
"You’re skin is so soft"
"The baby's kicking! You wanna feel?"
"No need to hold back"
"The first one is always an adventure"
"Why do you care!" "Because i’m in love with you!"
"I trust you, more than anyone else"
"God you're so beautiful"
"You are my home too, you know?"
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First day
Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife
Alex Vause x reader
!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!
Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)
Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)
I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky. I take a seat and listen in on their conversation.
Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."
Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.
Alex - "Who you talking about?"
Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."
Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"
Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."
At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.
Y/n POV:
I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer.
I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.
All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door.
Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."
I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.
Y/n - "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."
Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."
After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.
Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name."
I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight.
Alex - "You know, they were right."
I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.
Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"
Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."
You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again.
Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."
A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.
Y/n - "You really mean it?"
Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ."
I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face.
Alex POV:
I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different, I don't know why, she just was.
She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do.
Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.
Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"
We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear.
Y/n POV:
Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."
She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.
#alex vause#laura prepon#oitnb icons#orange is the new black#alex vause x reader#wlw#wlw fanfic#wlw pride#lesbian#lesbian pride#sapphic#bisexual
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Well, as long as we're rafting the temporal streams, might as well head back to Dormont. Got some errands to run in the past.
I'm like 98% sure you're trying to flirt with me but you're too nervous to actually go through with it. Would you please just finally ask me out so I can rock your evening?
Look, be glad I was tasteful enough not to go for the other pun.
My guy, what could possibly compel you to think I'm not comfortable with basic human conta--
...you know what, that's fair. I guess I do go out of my way to minimize any and all possible exposure of physical features, don't I?
Anyways, go on and get out of here while I chat with my Lemonfriend.
Oh, I've always liked you. I'm just also creeped out by you. Two things can be true.
...huh. If I can die here in Dormont, then... that does make things easier. I was planning on throwing myself on a Tear once we got into the House since you said I can loop forward as well as back, but dying here in town would save me some time.
Oh shit yes. I'd love the ability to call you and chat about what I'm seeing while the rest of the crew looks at me like I've lost my goddamn mind.
Especially since the ultra-secret fourth sign is making a phone shape out of your fingers and then talking on it. That's hilarious.
This.
This is it.
This is the key to killing myself in Dormont.
...
I should probably wait until I've finished up here.
OH
ISA
I didn't realize you come up here after we're done. I don't have anything else to talk about but it's great seeing you up here.
Didn't accomplish as much here as I expected to. But at least we can take another crack at that desk drawer.
Okay between this and the rock switch, I no longer have any confidence in my own ability to do my job. It's distressing that each setback thus far has been the fault of a bad d20 roll on the primary reason that I'm with this party.
Ha! Rock trap for the Rock key. I get it.
Really? They're frozen in time right now but I am looking for a book. You think they might have set it out for me in advance? That would be awfully nice of them.
Oh shit. There was a person in town who sometimes thinks they have a sister but can't recall where they moved to. That shit got super weird. This has to be related.
No idea how it's related to our current mission. But. It's gotta be related.
Always trust in the puns. The puns are life. The puns are the secret of the universe. Those who do not heed their wisdom face the ultimate punishment.
So the Rock Key was in a room guarded by a huge rock and the Paper Key is in the library. I am. Kind of. Terrified. Of where the inevitable Scissors Key will be found.
And one Star Crest. Well. *heavy sigh* Shit.
Gonna have to temporally save-scum this one.
Can't argue with that. Isa's my brofriend-maybe-more so his vote automatically weighs more than anyone else in this--
................
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Okay. It's okay. We can work this out mathematically.
Isa, as previously noted, is worth a million points because he's a precious slab of adorableness who flirts with me in the cutest ways imaginable and I'm super feeling it.
Mira, meanwhile, is worth half a million points because she's also awesome and cool and she's our wonderful team leader and I adore her.
Bonnie is worth infinity points because they are a child whose hopes and dreams we are responsible for and I don't want to let them down.
However, Odile is worth zero points because she's mean to me and sometimes makes me want to cry. I still haven't forgotten that crack, Odile. Even though you have because it was in another time loop.
If we add them together, then Team Beauty is worth a million and a half points, but Team Age is worth infinity points.
However my sign is Scissors, and the shape of Scissors forms a multiplication symbol, not a plus symbol. Which means that Team Beauty is actually worth 500,000,000,000 points while Team Age is worth 0 points.
Thus, the objective and entirely unbiased answer is that Team Beauty wins.
I'm sorry, Bonnie! But math never lies. We must go south. It is our destiny to go south.
I know you will. It is my destiny to have a future filled with spuds. I accept my fate, but I do not apologize.
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UIS Chapter 1
When MK came to his senses, he was greeted by a blinding light. He winced, his head pounding.
"Where am I?"
He tried to sit up, but a sudden sharp pain shot through his body.
"Argh! My… my back…"
He could barely move. His body felt heavy, like it was weighed down by some invisible force.
"MK, are you awake?"
The familiar voice echoed in his ears. He knew that voice.
"Macaque?"
"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, you're safe."
Safe? How could he be safe when his whole body hurt?
"What… what happened?"
"You fell, but I caught you. Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt. I won't let anyone else get hurt."
Macaque's voice was calm and reassuring, but his face was full of concern.
"I need you to stay calm. You need to breathe, and focus. You're going to be okay."
"Breathe… and focus.."
As soon as those words left his lips, his vision began to clear.
"Good, good. Just keep breathing, and focus on my voice."
As he regained his senses, the first thing he noticed was a strong smell of incense burning somewhere nearby. Then, the faint sound of a steady heartbeat filled his ears. He blinked, trying to get his bearings. He was lying on a bed, in a dimly lit room. He could make out the faint silhouette of Macaque sitting next to him, watching over him.
"How do you feel?"
"My… my back hurts," he groaned. "It feels like I was stabbed by a bunch of needles."
"You did just suddenly fall unconscious, so it's normal that your back would hurt."
"And the headache.."
"That too."
He rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing pain.
"Do you remember anything?"
"No. Everything's still a bit hazy. And I gotta say, you're really caring for someone who's usually SO full of himself, Macaque." He nudged his shoulder lightly, trying to add a bit of humor in this… not so fitting situation.
"Hey, watch it," Macaque retorted, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. "And for the record, I'm only looking out for you because you're the king's favorite. If I let anything happen to you, I'd never hear the end of it."
"You're a real warrior, aren't you?"
"Whatever. Now, let's get you up. We've got work to do."
With a grunt, Macaque pulled MK up, slinging his arm over his shoulder.
"Whoa, easy. Let's take it slow, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah.."
As Macaque helped him get his bearings, the door swung open, revealing a distressed Tang.
"MK! What happened?!"
"Nothing. Just a headache-"
"Pigsy and I were so worried about you! We thought something bad had happened."
"Tang, please calm down. He's fine."
"Fine? He's not fine! He collapsed out of nowhere and hit his head on the table! Plus, look at his arm!"
Tang pointed to the large gash on MK's left arm.
"I'm fine, really. It's just a scratch. Nothing a little bandage won't fix."
"A scratch?! It looks like you were mauled by a wild animal! Come here, let me take a look at it."
"Tang, don't. If what we know about this.. 'infection' is true, we should probably just wrap it in a bandage and leave it alone. And wear gloves, probably."
"Macaque, are you sure? That seems like a rather severe wound, and I'd hate to see it get worse."
"We've seen worse, trust me. It'll be fine."
"I suppose you're right."
Tang sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a roll of gauze.
"Here, let me bandage it up."
Macaque carefully wrapped the bandage around MK's wound, tying it securely.
"There, that should do it. Now, MK, don't even think about touching the wound. When 2 days pass, we're going to replace it, alright? You can do this, bud."
"Right.."
Tang watched the exchange with an uneasy expression, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his attention back to Macaque.
"What do you mean, you've seen worse?"
"Wukong."
"Ah. Right. I'll, uh… leave you two to it, then."
Tang cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to leave, but before he could, a sudden flash of pain shot through MK's body, causing him to cry out in agony.
"Kid!"
"Ow ow ow ow!"
"What's wrong?!"
"It hurts!"
Macaque quickly moved closer to him, gently placing a hand on his back.
"Stay still, MK. I've got you."
"It hurts everywhere! Oh, god, my head… my arm… it's like something's trying to crawl out of my body…"
Tang watched the scene with horror, his mind spinning with dire predictions.
"This can't be good…"
He swallowed hard and looked over at Pigsy, who stood by his side.
"Pigsy, we have to do something! This can't go on!"
In 'old married couple' fashion, Pigsy held Tang's hand in his own.
"Tang, there's not much we can do. Let Macaque handle it, 'cuz he was there to experience it in the first place. We have to be careful around the kid, it could be worse for us."
"Pigsy! It could be worse for us? Don't you get it? It could be worse for MK! He could be infected like the Monkey King! This isn't some small bug, this is something life-threatening, and you're treating it like it's some common cold!"
"Calm down! We're all going through some stress right now, aight? Don't start shouting like a lunatic when we're trying to focus here."
"I am not shouting! I just don't understand how you can be so calm when our boy's life could be at stake! What if the ink spreads to the point where he's barely even human anymore?! Do you really want to see MK like that?! Huh?!"
"Now listen here-"
"You're being impossible, Pigsy, I can't believe you're doing this!"
"Shut up! I don't need you screaming at me all the damn time, Tang! What the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Do I gotta be all cheerful and hopeful 24/7 now?! 'Cuz let me tell you, I'm not gonna be like that!"
"Pigsy-"
"Don't 'Pigsy' me! I'm not some stupid kid you can just tell to calm down, alright? We're not kids anymore! If you got something to say, you can say it like an adult!"
Tang was about to say something before the distressed screaming of MK cut him off before he could even get a word in.
"Shit." Macaque mumbled to himself, running over to MK and cradling his head as he kept on screaming and squirming in pain.
"What… What the hell do I do, kid?"
MK kept on screaming, not seeming to hear a thing Macaque said, writhing in pain on the bed as if he were possessed by the ink himself.
"Argh! Shut up, kid, shut up!" Macaque shouted, hoping the sound of his voice would break through MK's panic. But his words fell on deaf ears as the screaming continued.
Pigsy and Tang were just about ready to run over to the poor kid to see what was going on with him before he jerked and suddenly sat up, running towards the bathroom.
He was about to vomit, but it was too late.
MK fell down onto the floor and threw up a pile of black sludge onto the tiles.
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Mei lay in her bed, scrolling through her phone. Her fingers swiped lazily through social media posts.
"Hmm. Nothing interesting going on in Monkiegram right now.. might go to MK's place and play Monkey Mech with him."
Mei sighed as she tossed her phone onto her nightstand. The glow of the screen dimmed, leaving the room in a soft, ambient light.
She shifted in her bed, the thoughts of the mundane scrolling through social media not providing the distraction she craved.
With a sudden decision, she pushed herself up and off the bed, the plush carpet under her feet muffling her steps as she made her way to the door.
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The sun shone brightly through the window, painting the entire world in a vibrant orange hue.
As Mei stepped outside, she inhaled deeply, taking in the freshness of the morning air as she walked briskly along the pavement.
"Wow. It smells great out here today.."
She paused momentarily, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply again. A breeze tickled her face, making her feel relaxed and refreshed.
Suddenly, her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast the day before.
"Oh, man, I haven't had lunch yet, have I? Well, good thing I'm headed towards ol' Pigsy's, might snag a bowl from Tang if I'm lucky! Mmm, I can just imagine the smell of the noodle soup!"
Feeling energized from walking, Mei picked up the pace, hurrying towards Pigsy's store.
As she rounded the corner, however, she came to a stop as she saw the "CLOSED" sign at the noodle shop. Mei couldn't help but stare blankly at the sign before her, her brow furrowed in confusion. She looked back and forth between the shop and the sign a few times, trying to figure out why no one was inside.
After looking around a bit more, she shrugged and began to walk away from the shop before she heard a loud clattering sound coming from MK's apartment, which was on top the shop.
"Wait, what? Did someone break in!?"
Without hesitation, Mei dashed towards the entrance of the shop, only to find the door locked, and a piece of paper taped neatly to the glass. She removed the piece of paper and read it, noticing that it read "Sorry. Please come back tomorrow".
Mei crumpled up the paper and tossed it somewhere without a second thought. Maybe Pigsy wouldn't mind anyway. Then she kicked the door open using a trick she saw online.
"Hey! Hey, Pigsy? Are you in there?"
She glanced around the shop, finding nothing else to indicate that anyone was home.
"Um… hello?" She called out, raising her eyebrows in concern. "Is anybody here?"
No response.
With that, Mei decided to look around further. As she passed the counter, she could hear muffled arguing from upstairs. Curiosity getting the better of her, she crept up the stairs until she reached the hallway, peering into the first door she came across. Inside, she found Macaque kneeling on the ground, his arm around MK as he dry-heaved.
As soon as he saw Mei, he raised his head with a frightened expression.
"Mei. Don't come any closer."
"Eh? Why not?"
"Just stay back please… I, uh…. I'll explain everything later. Just keep back, okay? You shouldn't see this kind of stuff."
"But, but I wanna know what's going on!"
"I said I'll explain later! Just stay back!"
Mei frowned. "Fine. But I swear if you hurt my friend or anything, I will personally shove this sword where the sun don't shine."
Macaque let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. And don't do that."
"Yeah yeah… Whatever. Now, are you going to give me answers, or what?"
"I promise, I'll tell you everything."
"I hope so."
The two remained silent for a while as Macaque patted MK's back while MK was suffering.
"O-Okay, I think I'm done…" MK sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist.
"Are you feeling better? How are your symptoms? Can you tell me?"
"Better, yeah. My throat still hurts though. And my body feels weak…"
"That's to be expected, considering what happened to you yesterday. Also, Mei's here to visit you."
Mei waved awkwardly at MK, who gave her a warm smile.
"Now, Macaque? Care to explain what happened to my best friend? Or are you not telling me something important?"
"Ah… well, I… actually have a lot of explaining to do, if you want to hear it."
"It must have been pretty bad, if you're acting like this."
Cue Macaque catching Mei up on everything. From the events leading up to it, to what happened after they left the dojo, to their current situation. The story ended with them sitting in silence, contemplating everything that had been said.
Macaque was the first one to speak up again.
"So, what do you think? Do you believe us now?"
"… I honestly don't know, Mac."
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I wanna talk for a second about Fiona and JimmySteve, and I want to compare them to Gallavich
They have a lot of similarities:
Fiona loved him more than she'll ever love anyone, and I think Jimmy's the same. Just like Ian and Mickey.
Obviously, the whole on and off thing, since both couples had one of them leave and come back again and again.
I think with both Ian and Fiona, their partners outside of jimmy or Mickey are always characters which relate to Jimmy or Mickey. That's weirdly phrased, but I think it's more like both Ian and Fiona would be like 'oh, Mickey used to say stuff like that' or 'Jimmy kissed better'. Like their other relationships are almost a consequence or comparison of their main love.
Both couples also have a hell of a lot of chemistry.
However, they're also so very, very different.
Ian and Mickey are an example of loving someone an insane amount and, against all odds, it works.
Fiona and JimmySteve are an example of loving someone an insane amount and it not working.
Fiona and JimmySteve are a tragic trope; they'll never work. I don't think Fiona goes back to him after she leaves. I hope she finds someone else who she loves, perhaps not as much, because loving someone that much is hard and a little destructive.
Ian and Mickey are not tragic. Their storyline is, but they can't be tragic because they will always work out. They can't stay away from each other. Magnets.
There is certain completed element of Fiona and JimmySteve's goodbye, which every single Gallavich goodbye lacked. Even Mexico, when logically they both knew there was no chance of getting back together (because Mick would eventually come out of prison, ruling the season 1,2 and 6 goodbyes out), lacks a completedness. There's no goodbye, just an 'I love you - fuck you' which almost says 'I'll see you soon.'
Fiona and JimmySteve say goodbye. He tells her he loves her, much like Ian did, but she still needs something else. They could have been together, nothing was keeping them apart that time. (Aside from his compulsive lying - but this is about the couple and not about Jimmy).
They were an example of people falling in love with the wrong person. Love doesn't mean it works. They weren't right for each other, and I think that's one of the saddest things. Just because they loved each other, does not mean they can be together. Sometimes love does not conquer all.
Ian and Mickey are different. They fell in love with the right person, they almost moulded themselves to fit each other better. The reason they stayed apart so long was mostly due to circumstance - which you can argue for Fiona and JS too, but most of their problems could be solved with communication. Half the time I watched Fiona and JS, I felt like they were speaking two different languages. They couldn't understand each other, couldn't hear each other. It's really hard, I think, when you love someone so much, but you just don't fit right. They didn't love each other right.
("Why don't you go cry to your gay dad about it?" "Living in a goddamn slum" "I trust you - that means more to me" "I love you - I think I need something else now" "You need to let me go, you need to let me let you go")
I've always felt like Gallavich were on the same wavelength, they understood each other.
("You love me, and you're gay." "You're sick." "You're so much better than that." "I understand better than anyone: you're afraid of your father, you're afraid of your wife, you're afraid to be who you are." "I love you - What the hell does that even mean? - It means we take care of each other" "I love you, Mickey Milkovich, and if you'll let me, I'd like to spend the rest of my life - Jesus Christ save the fucking speech you pussy.") See, they get each other.
There's a lot to be said about their miscommunication as well, but they clearly get each other, in a way that Fiona and JimmySteve don't. It's like puzzle pieces. Ian and Mickey's pieces fit together, even if there were external forces keeping them apart. Sure, it may not be a perfect fit, but what is in humanity? There's so much beauty in imperfection. Fiona's and Jimmy Steve's pieces didn't fit. There were giant gaps where there shouldn't have been - such as JS's lying problem and Fiona's inability to feel empathy for anything he went through. Have you ever got so frustrated with a puzzle you just try and shove two pieces together so hard because you just want them together so bad? Maybe they'd look better in the puzzle if they went together. No matter how hard you try, they won't fit.
It just doesn't work, and that's so hard to accept. That sometimes, it just does not work.
I thought about this because of the sound trending on TikTok from Ocean's 11.
"Does he make you laugh?"
"He doesn't make me cry."
Anyway, rant over. Again, I'm not talking about the actions of JS or Fiona individually in this, those are whole different essays and I don't like JS enough to rewatch all his scenes and put one together for him. I think I've done one on Fiona though, but my feelings towards her are complicated. I'm talking about them as a couple.
Also, I'm not saying JimmySteve is anything like Mickey, or Fiona is like Ian.
Sorry for the deep stuff, I didn't think this would get so heavy.
#ian gallagher#shameless#gallavich#ian x mickey#mickey milkovich#shameless opinions#fiona gallagher#jimmy steve#Fiona x jimmysteve#love#sometimes it doesn't work and it's hard but it's OKAY#don't force something where it doesn't fit it will only hurt more.
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「8:37 p.m.」
SUNA watches you fidget in your seat across from him for a solid 3 minutes before grabbing your hand. you startle a little, your focus shifting from your hands to his face. “what?”
“what do you mean ‘what’? i’ve never seen you more nervous for something that i have to do,” he says, placing his chin in his other palm. you squint and frown at your best friend, who, evidently, has always been more of a risk-taker than you. “you don’t have to fake a proposal to try to get a free dessert, rintarou.”
“i do if i want free dessert, don’t i?” there’s a teasing smirk on his face, but even suna knows that you’re right. he could have easily tried to fake a birthday before a marriage proposal. but he reassures himself that he was right—that they’d ask to see ID—and that this was the only course of action. that a fake proposal to his best friend he’s had a crush on for god knows how long was truly the best plan for a friday night. “and i want a free dessert. so let’s do this then, yeah?”
before you can try to stop him, rin is already shuffling out of his seat to get on one knee. “rin—”
“i’ve known you for a long time,” he starts, just loud enough to gain the attention of any employees nearby. “maybe longer than anyone else i still talk to.”
you go quiet and stare at him, finally processing what he’s decided to do. your mind is reeling, though, about the supposed script he said he planned. “don’t worry about it. i’ll make sure the tables around us are tearing up and clapping by the end,” he said only a few hours prior. but you know suna—you know that words of affirmation have never really been his love language. acts of service, quality time, gift giving, physical touch, but never words. yet here you are, wondering if you’re going to be proven wrong as the boy kneeling in front of you stares with determined eyes.
“we’ve always stuck together through thick and thin, you know? when we had to pull all nighters for exams, or when practice ran late and you stayed to walk home with me. that time when your shitty prof wouldn't give you a study guide and i helped you make one a month before the test, or when you called me at 2am that one night crying because your favourite character died and we went out for food to make you feel better.” your face heats up at that and rin does his best to stop a smile, choosing to continue.
“and i think...a lot of my best memories are with you. when i look back on it all, you’re always there with me," he says. there's a pause before he continues. "i have a folder, you know," he confesses.
you blink in confusion and rin can feel his own face turn red. he averts his gaze and lets out an embarrassed laugh before taking a breath to continue, "a hidden one that just has photos of us—of you. even the ones you'd spam when i was asleep that i said i'd delete. and sometimes i look through it and i just realize over and over that before our relationship and even now, you’re my best friend and—" rin stutters a little, his heart beating a little faster.
"...and i love you," rintarou’s eyes and voice soften as he looks up at you. restaurant audience or embarrassment be damned—the only thing that mattered right now was you. "probably more than you know.”
“so,” he finally pulls out the ring he bought—not cheap or too expensive, but one he knew caught your eye weeks ago. “the one and only love of my life, the only one i’d ever trust with my phone unlocked, even after my confession—” you manage to laugh a little at that and he grins.
his voice is soft, and you'd think no one could hear him if not for the near complete silence around you. “even back when we were high school sweethearts and people told us it wouldn’t work—i’ve always known. known that i’d come back to you, that it would always be you. will you marry me?”
rin wonders if you can hear his heart about to beat out of his chest, or if you notice how he’s a little out of breath, or the shakiness in his voice and hands as he watches for your reaction. and you don’t, really. not when you can barely recognize you’re in public, your gaze fixated only on him.
because you were wrong. you were so, so wrong about knowing suna rintarou through and through. he wasn't the same guy who struggled to comfort you verbally and decided to hug you for 2 hours after an exam gone wrong. at some point he changed (thanks to you, he'd say.)
but you still know two things for sure. one, that you have your own secret folder in your phone of the two of you and two, that you loved him. then and now. so you take a deep breath yourself. there’s really only one thing left to say with dozens of guests waiting alongside rin and your free meal on the line—
“i will.”
note from nia: hiii HIIIII omg sorry. um. wow. i want him. i need him saur bad. speedwrote this in an hour like WOW. brainworms. idc if this flops personally because even though the pacing is ass and i could fix a lot i'm happy w the idea and am already making my way through a part 2!!! both in like, a part 2 to this story and also a multi-character post kind of way. as long as i don't go off the rails again. LOL. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT/DAY EVERYBODY!
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I know you always struggle to write about Suga Bpp but I'd really appreciate a review from you for D-day.
Sincerely, a follower who loves the space you make here.
Thank you for focusing on the music in the middle of the madness. I struggle with this a lot, but your posts always help.
Pls review D-day in any way you like or in that way you always do.
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I'm losing my mind.
This album has put me in a high that hasn't come down since release. Overall, I rate the album a 9/10. I won't really get into the lyrics (Yoongi never minces words), but will tell you why exactly I think Yoongi is insane.
(Tsk... a problem)
We should all thank Yoongi. If I had his address I'd send him flowers and my nudes (me sitting pretty in a bucket of tangerines), for the blessing, the honour, the gift of J-hope Jay spitting the coldest bars of his entire career on HUH?!
His delivery??
Jesus.
Jung Hoseok, the man you fucking are.
There's no Korean rapper in the history of rap who has spit sicker bars, delivered so cold it feels like he just ripped eyeballs clean out their sockets.
(Son couilles est lourde)
HUH?! is the best song on the album
See, up until now, BTS had never done drill. And a part of me was always grateful because even on harmless boom bap beats, they been cutting niggas left and right. But Yoongi went there. On D-DAY, he went there. And Lord is it a revelation. Nobody should be surprised that D-DAY is now the highest selling rap album, in history. Yoongi is the first rapper to sell a million albums in a day in history. Not k-rap, not in Asia, but globally in the history of the genre - that was done by Min Yoongi with Jung Hoseok whipping up guts served cold on a platter.
If you're vegetarian or vegan I'm so sorry but this album is not for you. Because this album, HUH?! in particular, is an exhibit of cadavers split open and Hobi's delivery is of a man who didn't even bother washing his hands after doing what needed to be done. A man who doesn't feel a speck of remorse for the corpses left in his wake. Hobi's flow on HUH?! is psychotic. And think about what it means to have Hobi on a song like this to begin with. Yoongi said he hadn't done the genre before, and he trusted Hobi - who initially learned from Namgi but very quickly developed his own flavour and skills enough to earn the respect of his idol - Yoongi trusted his brother on that track and that alone nearly brings me to tears.
Then Yoongi follows it with Amygdala and I start actually crying.
(This was me on my third listen.)
Amygdala is the standout song on this album
The transition from drill rap to soothing acoustic trap is so beautiful, it alters your mind. It's so seamless. Everything about Amygdala cements Yoongi's genius as a force to be reckoned with among the greats.
(I love them)
When Yoongi showed Jimin this song in SOOP around the time he made it, he said he went through wild mood swings making it. And you hear it in his voice. When he screams so wildly he uses autotune to distort it, almost temper it, for our sakes and to drive home the point. The point being his pain, how overwhelming it was, how he decided to intentionally pull those memories out to process them. And he lets us hear the result. He lets us see the compassion he shows himself in that song.
Y'all...
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Snooze
Yoongi's writing is the reason I fell in love with him. Just by the way. An Anon asked me this question almost 11 months ago now and I never responded, but Anon if you're reading this now, this is the answer to your ask. Yoongi's writing is what I think cemented him as my bias.
Have you heard/read the lyrics for Snooze yet? I cried when I first heard them. To think Yoongi made this for his brothers, for his juniors, for his fans, for anyone whoever hears it, for himself... that brought me to tears.
Repurposing the lyrics from So Far Away...
(I've been a mess since Friday)
With the context of the tragedy of the last week, I can't help but weep. I really hope these artists get the support they need, I hope the wider k-pop fandom quickly recognizes what is actually at stake here, and I hope you remember to always take care of yourself.
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Woosung's voice on this track is perfection.
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When it comes to vocalists, Yoongi has a type. It's my type as well, vocalists with a voice made for haunting rock anthems. The best examples being Jimin, Taka from ONE OK ROCK, Tyler from Twenty One Pilots, Adora, and now we can add Woosung from The Rose to the list.
The thing that gets me with BTS, is they could drop the pantie dropper album of the century and they'd still have substance to them. You don't get Ryuichi Sakamoto on your album, in his final years no less, if you haven't got a decent bit of substance to you.
Snooze is yet another song on the album that reminds us of the evolution of Agust D. It reminds us of why we're at this point, where we are in the timeline of his growth. It reminds us of why we should join him on the other side.
He doesn't let us languish too long in the feeling though, before moving to SDL - that groovy, sexy number that surprises me with how much I like it every time it comes up in my playlist.
[ I'm starting to ramble so I'll just say Adora on SDL makes me think they should get together.
The track is so good and Adora undeniably is the magic ingredient. And if we're being honest, Adora is his best female feature/adliber. We all know it. I'm just selfish and shameless enough to voice the desire we all have that they should always make music together. ]
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Haegeum is where he repeats the pattern but we never learn if he's broken the cycle
I'll try to be ultra brief here.
Agust D is born of the anger, hatred, and pain Yoongi feels when looking at the world and at himself. He expresses his struggle with self-loathing, insecurity and greed in Agust D. Haegeum, meaning both to lift a ban, to say what had been suppressed, and a traditional Korean instrument he loves - Haegeum is the resolution before he reaches the acceptance he shows in People Pt 2. We hear Yoongi brutally criticize himself and his society while dissecting the system to get down to the root of what really ails us. K-pop stans have predictably made a ruckus about his lyrics referring to capital. And their criticisms yet again show why few people take k-pop and its fans seriously. Because exactly none, zero, zilch, not a single one of their criticisms are rational once the whole verse is viewed in full.
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Haegeum is very much a read of himself as it is of anyone else. He confronts the shadow of him that represents those vices, and kills him. But just as it was in Daechwita, we don't know if that shadow will remain dead. Although in Haegeum it's clear Yoongi has grown and whatever shadow that remains is closer to Suga in likeness than Agust D, we don't know if the cycle is permanently broken. And that is how it is for all of us. We have to continue to evolve, to confront more complex versions of our shadows, each time better reconciling who we are to who we want to be, perfecting our characters.
Haegeum is a visual feast, somehow more vivid than Daechwita which is really saying something. It reminds me of Hong Kong neo noir films. It's cool Yoongi wrote the storyboard for the MV himself.
And as I've said before, Yoongi is messy killer. When I said this about him last year I got some of his akgaes in my inbox saying I should stop smearing the man. Lol. If you had any doubt before, after Haegeum it should be crystal clear.
He could murder you with chopsticks and look good doing it. Honestly, only Yoongi can tear down capitalism as well as Karl Marx does, looking 1,000x better.
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In D-Day, SUGA gracefully ends the trilogy of Agust D. Yoongi has told this story of his wrestle with his greed, his anger and hatred, over the last 7 years, and his honesty and graciousness in how he concludes it in D-Day deserves a standing ovation.
I strongly encourage everyone to read Yoongi's Thanks To on the album. I'll post an English translation from Twitter below:
Credit: @/btsbaragi_jk
His sense of humour is one of my favourite things about him.
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Yoongi has created a masterpiece. He worked so hard and it shows. His vocals on the album alone have elevated D-DAY to one of the best releases this decade. You can hear how much he has grown as an artist to the point I dare say he no longer has any obvious weaknesses. The impeccable production on D-DAY is a given. And to think he finished most of the album in 2020, but chose to wait for the rest of the guys to find their feet, for them all to decide on the timing for Chapter 2, to think he waited that long... sometimes, I wonder if people have a true understanding of the kind of group BTS is. Of the personal sacrifices each of the members in BTS have had to make.
When I see asks about this or that mistreatment complaint for this or that member, sometimes it pisses me off. Cause yeah, it sucks that Jungkook has to (possibly) serve now despite having 5 years more and being at his prime; I too hate that Jimin's sales were explicitly targeted, deleted without precedent, explanation, or accountability; I cannot for the life of me explain what the fuck happened with Jack in the Box's album roll-out, packaging, shipping, etc. But like, every member is making these decisions with their eyes wide open and taking these hits in stride with a team/company they say they trust. If Jimin trusts Bang PD with his career, on what basis could I begin to disagree with him?
Anyway I digress. D-Day is a gift. Pray you survive the live versions lol. And oh, about Yoongi (and the rest of BTS) being insane as I said initially, just listen to HUH?! again.
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God You were such a dick! (Steve harrington x male reader oneshot)
Y/n sighed, slamming his car door shut.
"I told you I don't want to talk to him"
"Oh come on Y/n. Steve is really better! I promise!"
"I'd believe you if it was anyone else."
The two entered through the mall doors as Robin desperately tried to keep up with the boy in front of her.
"You know I wouldn't lie to you about something like this!"
Y/n groaned into his palms, sitting down on the booth chair.
"You don't know half of the things he did to me Robin. All of the shit I had to deal with through the last two years!"
Robin sat next to him and reached for his hand.
"I being honest. He is so much better than freshmen year. I'm sure he's sorry."
Neither of them could see the boy hiding under the counter listening to their conversation.
Y/n was right, he was so horrible in the past. He remembered the times he'd throw waterbottles and soda cans at the boy. Laughing and yelling insults. If he was Y/n he'd never forgive that.
"I...I just don't want trust someone who only changed in theory and will just revert once I open up."
Y/n sniffles. Was he crying? because of me?
"I spent so much time trying to understand why he hated me rob! I just wanted the pain to stop!"
Oh god
"I can't go through the hell of seeing him again and knowing he never care about me. I just can't"
He broke down sobbing wrapping robin in his arms.
Steve sat frozen. His whole chest ached, his eyes teary. This was all his fault.
"I know Y/n. I really do and I've gonna through the same shit with people. You know I really get it."
He nodded sniffling.
"Thank you rob."
The two hugged as steve finally came out from behind the counter. He stood in front of the booth bouncing on the balls of his feet like a child waiting for their parent to get off the phone.
"Um hi Y/n..good to see you."
He looked up on at the boy decked out in a sailor uniform and silly hat. He could help but smile.
"Hi Steve."
"I..I heard your conversation and I just have to say that I...I'm sorry. I know that's not even close to fixing things but it's true. I was so insecure and that's not a excuse but I just couldn't handle the fact I liked you. After everything that's happened with Nancy I finally realized what an a dick I was. I want to make it up to you, no matter what I have to do or how long it takes."
The room filled with silence.
"Thank you."
"W-what?"
"Thank you Steve. You're right it doesn't fix all of the pain I went through but I want things to get better. I still like you Steve."
Steve smiled through his tears.
"I think you should take your break now Steve"
Robin grinning pushing out of the booth chair.
"Thank you Y/n!"
Steve pulled him into a tight hug, snuggling his face into his neck.
"Thank you so much. For everything."
#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#steve my baby#steve harrington#steve harrington x male reader#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader
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friends forever
type: angst
pronouns: they/them
character: azul ashengrotto (before overblot)
tw: bullying, manipulation, using friends, uhh character being a little delulu metaphorically , character ≠ prefect
masterlist<3
friendships
some think of them us the unbreakable bond. other believe that they are not important
friendships come and go. some only last for a brief period of time, being just a phase in someone's long existence. others last forever, until death
some put family above friendships, "blood's thicker than water" or something like that. others put their friends above everything else. they value their friends more than they value their own lives
and others, well others put their personal gain above everything, friendships included
there are many people who fall to these categories. jade and floyd leech fall on the first one, Azul asgengrotto falls on the third one and their best friend, the siren who has been around them since they were in elementary, they fall in the second one
unfortunately, the third and the second category don't work well together, the young siren knew that's all too well
you see, they were willing to sacrifice everything if it ensured them that their friends would be doing well. take that one time in middle school, ninth grade actually, as a prime example
it was an average, cold day in the coral sea. the young one woke up, got ready for school, swam to it with their three friends -swimming purposefully slow so them and azul were swimming with the same speed- , got to school, studied
what they weren't used to, was seeing some kids picking on azul on their way home. they knew he was getting bullied, hell they had let him cry on their shoulder more times than they could count, but actually seeing it? it made them feel sick to their stomach and angry in their mind
"hey you assholes!" they yelled to them. "what are you doing? stop that!" they yelled once more as they got closer to the three guys and their friend. "awww look. the crybaby's friend is here to save him" said one of the bullies with a teasing tone. "ohhhh I'm so scared" said another, sarcasm clear in her voice as she laughed, showing her row of razor sharp teeth
"i said stop it" they said as they reached the four, almost reaching azul before the same girl grabbed stood in their path. "are you really that insecure about yourselves that you feel the need to take it out on others?" they said, looking at the bullies as they talked. azul looked at them in shock. were they stupid? they were swimming into the mouth of the shark, or well, three sharks
"what did you say bitch?" said the third bully, the one with the long hair. "nothing at all. just that I'd be ashamed if I was any of y'all. I mean what are you?" they said swimming closer to the bullies. "just some I secure good for nothing low-lives who have the emotional maturity of a young child that can only express it's anger through throwing tantrums" they said, venom spilling from their tounge as they spoke. "you bitch"
that day the siren didn't win any fights. they did however acquire a lovely set of scars in their right arm. they were convinced that they would've gotten more if the tweets never arrived to join the fight against the bullies
later that week they were called in the principal's office, now accused of starting the fight and bullying students. the bullies had managed to make it seem as if the two who were beaten were actually doing the beating. they took all the blame to themselves, claiming they forced azul to follow their actions, as not to tarnish his name
they ended up expelled
but it was for the sake of true friendship, so no issues, right?
then highschool began, night raven college
the moment they stepped foot in octavinelle as first years, azul made all three of his friends sign a contract stating that they were not allowed to talk about their past with him with anyone, under any condition. of course the siren signed, trusting their friend and respecting his wishes
and when he opened monstri lounge they were so happy for him, even being the first person to apply for a shift
that was when it hit azul. how kind-hearted they were. how naive they were. how exploitable they were
and so, by the time their second year in highschool began, he had them wrapped around his finger. to him, he was just dumping all the extra work and the work that no one wanted to do to them. to them, they were helping a friend
soon all their free time was wasted working at the monstro lounge. they quit their club to work more, they stopped hanging out with their newer friends so they could help a "friend"
their grades were obviously affected by that. once a great student, then an average student, then barely passing. their teachers and classmates alike were worried. worried about the merperson who seemed to show up to school later and later each day, with dark circles under their eyes, only to be the first to leave class but the last to leave the lounge, forcing a smile in front of every last costumer
and when they figured out their signature spell, it was the sweet cherry on top of their cake of a broken friendship.
a powerful spell, fitting of the young siren. a manipulation spell which can make whoever is affected be under the caster's control, as long as music is playing. very good for buisness, don't you agree?
azul certainly thought so. and so he started approaching the siren again. they were old friends, oh how terribly he felt for ignoring them, hoe much he promised them he'd make up for it, how good he felt since things were back to normal
for them, it was a wave of relief. their old friend, Azul, the kid they grew up with, the kid they defended, the guy they admired, the guy they adored. he finally wanted to get back the friendship they had
they started walking to class together, chatting during their shift, accompanying them until they reached their dorm, it was perfect
they had spent nights and nights crying as they were hoping for this moment. crying until he'd realise that what he did was a mistake
except he didn't
he didn't want to be their friend. he didn't want to spend time with them. he didn't want to sit them and with his other two companions and have fun
no
he just wanted their spell. just their magic. just to use them for their own benefit
they realised that way too late. or maybe they knew something was up, but they clung on the feeling that the voice in the back of their head telling them that he's pretending was just lying
it wasn't
and there they sat in azul's office, pen in hand and golden contract in front of them, waiting for their signature. their old friend looked like a stranger, just their employer, just someone they went to the same school with
"you didn't really want to befriend me, huh?"
they said, a bitter laugh escaping their lips as they looked him in the eyes. his composure was as cool as ever, telling them honey-dipped words, promises of friendship, adoration and care. lies spoken as if they were reality
"I will sign the contract. I will give you the one thing I haven't given you yet. I've already spent my time, adoration and well-being to you. I've already given you the entirety of my soul, and I will give you the last part of myself. I did promise I'd give everything for you"
they said, putting their signature on the golden contract. bright light filled the room for a few seconds, as they could feel the magic leaving their body
"just please, leave me alone after this. I beg you"
a sorrowful smile decorated their face as they stood up and headed towards the door, excusing themselves from both his office and his life
a/n: I love this, now bye, I have to go cry over chemistry and exams and rizz up character ai bots.
but no seriously, uhh I might go on a break for a bit cause exam season is near, so idk if I'll write at that time so yeah
#phantom's writing#disney twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst disney#twst fic#twst angst#twst fanfiction#twst fanfic#azul twst#azul angst#azul ashengrotto#twst azul#twisted wonderland azul#twst octavinelle#octavinelle#octavinelle trio#night raven college#i just love angst#twisted wonderland x reader#azul ashengrotto angst#octatrio#twst nrc#twst writing#pure angst#angst#angst no comfort#i love this#twst blog
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WARM BODIES
Chapter 08: Bit of Banter
chapter synopsis: You and Daryl share banter as he carries you through the woods back to camp. Despite his stoicism, your camaraderie grows. As evening nears, Daryl suggests a rest, and you promise not to fall asleep, leaving the both of you with a sense of trust and companionship between you two.
chapter warnings: The chapter contains mild language, emotional discussions, physical injury, carrying scenes, humor, character development, and survival themes in a woodland setting.
word count: 1.9k words
author's note: Okay, I seriously hope that this is not cringe, and I had written it as I'd imagined it in my mind. And oh, by the way, don't be too comfortable and wishing for a softer Daryl; you know the saying, "be careful what you wish for." Anyway, enjoy reading.
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You nervously gnawed on your lip as he persistently attended to your ankle with a massage. Occasionally, you couldn't help but emit either a contented sigh or an exaggerated groan, prompting him to shoot you a disapproving look and simultaneously cease his ministrations on your mildly sore ankle. To be brutally frank, your ankle wasn't in agonizing pain, but who in their right mind would turn down his, albeit somewhat coerced, offer to play ankle masseuse? It's like refusing a free ticket to the foot massage carnival.
"Why were you looking for me, anyway?" You began, "So much for the 'Ain't nobody got time to babysit you.'" You echoed his words, reminiscent of a little over a month ago.
Daryl halted the ankle massage, releasing a sigh as he nibbled on his bottom lip. "Knew you were gonna be here, deep in them forest."
"Really?" You shot him a puzzled look, your nose scrunching up a bit. Daryl nodded before resuming the ankle massage. "How did you know?"
Daryl paused the ankle massage and, with a gruff sincerity, said, "You're the type who'd rather spill your guts to the trees than start a conversation with someone, even if you know 'em pretty well." He continued massaging again.
“Oh.” You could feel your cheeks warming up with embarrassment. Were you really that obvious or was he really that observant?
"No need to be embarrassed. I'd do the same. Nowadays, it ain't easy trustin' folks, even if you think you know 'em well enough."
After a few minutes of quiet, only the serene sounds of the river, splashing fish, and birds' melodies surrounding the both of you, Daryl completed the ankle massage and settled down beside you. You both found yourselves captivated by the picturesque view of the river.
"Thanks, Daryl," You broke the silence. "For the ankle massage and for wandering through the woods to find me. I know I can be a real pain in your ass sometimes."
Daryl grunted, a nonchalant acknowledgment. "Ain't nothin'".
A pause lingered before Daryl cautiously broached a different topic, "Didn't mean to make you cry tha' night, back when we first talked."
You furrowed your brow, puzzled. "How'd you know I cried?"
Another grunt from Daryl, "Stood outside your tent. Was gonna apologize, heard you sniffle and sketch. Just stood there 'til I heard you crumblin' papers. Then, I left."
The revelation left you surprised and contemplative. "You...you were outside my tent that night?"
Daryl affirmed with a nod, his gaze still fixed on the river. "Yeah, I was."
There was a silence before you spoke up, "Sorry for asking about stuff I shouldn't have, Daryl."
Daryl stayed silent, letting you continue.
"I just... I wanted to learn how to be useful, y'know? Before all this happened, I felt useless. Still feel pretty much useless in this new world of ours." You took a deep breath. "I gotta figure things out for myself now. My brother's gone, and I can't trust anyone these days."
Daryl listened, his gaze fixed on the river.
"But when Glenn and I found you, everything sorta settled for me. It felt like I had a plan for my future." You paused, looking at Daryl. "And now, I don't even know where to start."
Daryl asked, "Why me?"
You shrugged, "I don't really know why. Just seemed right, I guess."
"Your brother, what was his name?"
You replied, "Rick Grimes. He was a sheriff's deputy, like Shane."
Daryl nodded, "Dipshit told you he's dead, didn't he?"
You smiled, although sad, and nodded back, "Yeah, he did."
Daryl leaned in a bit, "You don't really believe that, do you?"
You kept your sad smile, "Nope, not really. Wouldn't believe he's dead unless I see his body with my own eyes."
"Tell me about 'im."
You rambled on about your brother, "My brother was...well, he used to think he was some kind of superhero, always trying to save the day. Sheriff's deputy, he was. I swear, he thought he could rescue the world from bad hair days or something. Used to bug the hell outta me, but now I'd give anything to hear him ramble about his 'heroic' escapades again."
You chuckled, catching Daryl's eye, "And you'd think being a deputy, he'd have some epic stories. Nope. Most exciting thing was probably catching Mrs. Henderson's cat stuck up a tree. He'd go on and on about it like it was a damn mountain rescue."
You continued to talk about your brother, your words weaving through memories like a melancholy tapestry. "You know, Rick used to tell me stories when we were kids. Silly tales about superheroes and brave knights. He'd promise that as long as he was around, nothing bad would happen to me."
Your voice carried a weight of nostalgia and sorrow as you shared these fragments of the past with Daryl. "He became a sheriff's deputy, because he wanted to be like our Dad who was the previous Sheriff. Always looked out for people. But now... now it feels like he's gone, and I can't shake this feeling of being lost."
Unexpectedly, Daryl offered you his crossbow without saying a word, leaving you confused.
"What're you doing?" You asked.
Daryl replied, "First part of hunting is knowin' how to properly hold a weapon."
You chuckled, "Excuse me, I'm an archer too. I know how to use a bow."
Annoyed, Daryl retorted, "You want me to teach you or not?"
You grabbed the crossbow, admiring it, and teased, "Do I need to ask your beloved crossbow for permission before I press the trigger?" You laughed.
Daryl kept a straight face. "Shut up," he said, proceeding to instruct you on how to use the crossbow.
Daryl began instructing you, "Alright, listen up. First, you gotta have a steady grip. Hold it firm but not too tight. Feel the weight of it."
You followed his lead, adjusting your grip on the crossbow.
"Good. Now, your posture. Sit comfortably, back straight. Gotta be steady, or you'll miss your shot."
You nodded, ensuring your sitting position was solid. Daryl continued, "Next, line up the sights. You see those notches? Align 'em with your target. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly. And when you're ready, squeeze the trigger, don't jerk it."
You focused on the sights, taking a deep breath as Daryl had instructed. "Like this?"
Daryl nodded, "Yeah, that's it. Practice it a few times. Get the feel of it."
As you practiced, Daryl observed, occasionally giving pointers on your form and aiming. After a few tries, he suddenly said, "Hold up. Don't press the trigger just yet."
Confused, you looked at him. "Why not?"
Daryl explained, "If you're practicin' your aim at prey, it should be moving. Let's simulate that. Track something with your sights, follow its movement. Don't press the trigger till you get a feel for aimin' at a moving target."
After a session of aiming practice that left you feeling tired as hell, the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue across the horizon. It dawned on you that you and Daryl needed to make your way back to camp before darkness settled in. Daryl, always practical, stood up, collected his belongings, and suggested to head back.
Nodding in agreement, you decided to rise to your feet, only to end up sitting back down with a thud. The pain from your sprained ankle made standing an impossible feat. Daryl, observing your attempts with hands on his hips, witnessed the struggle. Sitting on the ground, you sighed, admitting defeat. "I can't stand," you acknowledged.
Expressing his annoyance, Daryl rolled his eyes, pivoted to face away from you, and knelt on the ground, patting his back as an invitation. "Come on," he urged.
Your curious "What?" prompted Daryl to respond, "Can't carry ya. Got things to carry. And don't get any ideas; didn't say you're heavy." He quickly countered your gasp, playfully insinuating the thought you were heavy.
Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you retorted, "You better not be calling me fat."
Daryl smirked, "Nope, not at all. Just practical. We both got stuff to carry. But since you can't walk, piggyback's the most sensible way to get ya back to camp."
Worried about being a burden, you hesitated, "I'll try to stand and walk."
Annoyed, Daryl glanced over his shoulder, muttering, "Get on my back before I decide to leave ya alone in these damn woods." Gulping, you secured your bag and bow on your back before gently climbing onto Daryl's back. As he rose to his feet with you securely on his back, he grunted, signaling the start of the walk back to camp.
As Daryl trekked through the woods, carrying you on his back, the unexpected conversation unfolded. Out of the blue, you proposed the idea of serenading him with a song. Daryl, in his usual straightforward manner, swiftly shut down the notion with a simple "Nope."
Unfazed, you shifted gears and suggested sharing a joke, earning nothing more than a grunt from the taciturn hunter.
Undeterred, you playfully remarked, "Must be tough for you, not being able to crack a smile."
Daryl, ever the stoic one, coolly replied, "I got a sense of humor, you know."
You, feigning skepticism, shot back, "Really? I don't see any evidence of it."
Daryl, with a hint of amusement, retorted, "You haven't said somethin' funny." Quick on your thinking, you teased, "Your face is funny." Daryl, surprisingly, looked over his shoulder, your faces in close proximity, and he maintained a deadpan expression.
"Hey, Daryl, ever hear the one about the squirrel who took up acting?"
Daryl, with a raised eyebrow, grunted, "Nope."
You chuckled and said, "He was a real nut case!"
Daryl's deadpan expression remained unchanged, prompting you to add, "You know, for a tough guy, you could use a laugh or two."
Daryl, without missing a beat, retorted, "Your jokes need some work."
Pouting playfully, you shot back, "Oh, come on! I bet even the geeks would crack up at that one!"
As Daryl trudged through the dense woods, you, still reveling in your own humor, couldn't resist another attempt at cracking a joke.
"Alright, Daryl, one more for you," you grinned. "Why did the geek join a gym?"
Daryl, in his usual monotone, replied, "I don't know."
"Because he wanted to improve his dead-lift!" You burst into laughter at your own joke.
Daryl, not sharing the same enthusiasm, simply grunted in response. You, wiping away tears of laughter, decided to shift the conversation.
"Hey, Daryl, do you think we'll run into any geek stand-up comedians out here?"
Daryl raised an eyebrow but offered no verbal response. You, however, continued your comedic musings.
"Maybe they'll have a killer routine!" You added, chuckling at your own pun.
Daryl, looking ahead, remarked, "You sure have a way with words." You beamed at the back of his head, proud of your comedic prowess.
As you both continued the journey, Daryl broke the silence, suggesting, "You might wanna rest for a bit. It's gonna be a long walk."
You, with a touch of pride, declared, "I won't fall asleep, promise."
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House Sentences, Vol. 7
(Sentences from House (2004-2012). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"Physically, you're fine. Mentally, you're weird."
"You're losing it. That's what happens when you have kids. Ceaseless crying and nagging leads to irrational fears."
"Why do you even care if I have a baby? It's not like I'm ever gonna ask you to babysit!"
"I know this is awkward, but we need to talk."
"There's a reason that we've evolved a feeling of awkwardness. It tells us not to talk about things."
"The benefit of being boss is that I don't have to argue."
"Any relationship that doesn't end in a breakup ends in death. Everything falls apart in the end."
"Are you saying you want to date me?"
"Trust me, everybody will be happier if we aren't dating."
"You need to know everything because you're afraid of being wrong."
"Can you honestly tell me you've never done anything hypocritical?"
"Why do you try so hard to get my attention?"
"I think we're supposed to kiss now..."
"It's a bad idea to get into a power play with somebody who holds the power."
"Just tell her how you feel! If you won't, then I will!"
"You really passed your psych rotation?"
"I think you're confusing nice and evil again."
"Why do people get married?"
"You really don't have to keep buying me things."
"You act like you don't care about anyone, but here you are saving lives."
"I don't think you're looking for somebody to prove you right. I think you're looking for somebody to prove you wrong - to give you hope."
"Everything that happened to you can be rationally explained."
"I have issues with authority. You?"
"Why do you care if I'm happy?"
"You're afraid of change. The one thing you have is your intellect. You think if that's compromised, you have nothing."
"I don't mean to be abrasive, especially since you're such a pleasure to imagine naked."
"Your voice is no longer attractive to me with that note of disapproval."
"Has it ever occurred to you that when I don't share something, it might not be meant as a challenge? It might just mean that I'd like there to be one molecule of my life that goes unexamined by you?"
"Cat brains are always in alpha mode. The few scientific tests that have seemed to confirm psychic phenomena, that's where it takes place."
"I get it. You're a little nuts, aren't you?"
"God's mistakes are well documented."
"I'm proposing that you should propose to me."
"Being drunk doesn't change who you are - it just reveals it."
"Every time I go to one of your parties, I end up embarrassing myself in some new and unexpected way."
"Are you going to ignore me all day again?"
"Apologies aren’t supposed to make you feel better. They’re supposed to make the other person feel better."
"You want to kiss me, don't you?"
"Why is it always reasonable in your world to take an emotional problem and sidestep it by turning it into a mechanical problem?"
"You have the luxury of not caring about your image, but I do not!"
"I can smile through gritted teeth and play nice, but there are serious risks of violence involved in that choice."
"Are you ready to play nice?"
"I know you're scheming."
"Are you ignoring me, or are you just letting my charm wash over you?"
#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay meme#roleplay memes#rp prompts#roleplay prompts#sentence starters#specific;#medical drama;#filmtv;#House;
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