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fiercerebekah continued from x

           It’d been some time, a few years since Rebekah left Shreveport for good.  With no intention of ever returning.  But now her brothers were dead and she found herself back at FANGTASIA.  Sitting at her old booth.  Face to face with the person she’d failed once upon a time, when she abandoned this city without a word.  ��� Of course I remember. ❜

      A mostly-sobered gaze hesitates to meet the vampire’s, partly out of shame and embarrassment of her past behavior and weaknesses. Partly because her being back in town seemed too good to be true. Still, somewhat of a saddened smile pulls at her lips--short as it was--and dark irises lock onto a familiar set of blue. There, she finds the woman she’d been convinced she’d dreamed up those years ago. 

        “--I’m no longer employed here, if that’s what you’re wondering.” She informs her quietly. She wants to ask why she’d disappeared-- if she was safe. Lena supposed it didn’t matter, though. She felt she already suspected the correct answer to the first question, recalling how unbearable and cruel she’d been to try and love Rebekah when she wasn’t capable of such a thing. “--Why are you back? Is everything alright?” Her tone lacks disappointment or judgment, only holding softness and concern.

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The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters.  (possible triggering content)

(injured)

“P-Please help me.  It hurts”

“It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel”

“I-I’m fine.  Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds”

“I can’t look. How bad is it? No wait,don’t tell me”

“Ow, ow don’t touch it!”

“Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense” 

“DOCTOR. I NEED A DOCTOR”  

“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?”

“This can’t be happening”

“Thank you for helping me. Thank you so much”

“Sorry I think that’s my blood”

“You really are an angel. Thank you for saving me”

“It appears that I’ve been impaled but that’s okay. You should see the other guy”

“I just need some ice. A lot of ice”

“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages,  very constricting”  

“I was supposed to protect you and here you are saving me. I’m sorry”

“I don’t feel too good”

“WHY IS THE ROOM SPINNING?”

“How can you tell if you have a concussion?”

“You’re so gentle, no wonder you’re a healer”

“I NEED HEALING”

“Oh. I really hope that’s not my leg”

“Please stay awhile longer. I’m still be bit shaken”

“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH”

“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible”

“You’ve done enough stitching. Stop it”

“Wow.  It doesn’t hurt at all. You’re incredible”

(The healer:) 

“Please, I just want to help you”

“You’re hurt, come here!”

“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more”

“It’s okay shhh i’m here”

“Does it hurt when I touch it”

“Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood’

“Don’t get up,  you hit your head really hard”

“I’ll make the pain go away,  just hold on”

“How are you feeling? You’ve been out for days”

“I thought you were dead when I found you. You’re lucky to be alive”

“You need to stop being so reckless I’m tired of crying over you.  This is like the tenth time you’ve almost died in front of me”

“Stop hurting yourself”

“Please, I can’t lose you”

“C’mon, wake up. You’re okay now”

“You’re not dead, silly”

“What you did was very brave, stupid but brave”

“I’ll scold you when you’re healed up, okay?”

“Want me to kiss it better you big baby?”

“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again”

“What, not even going to thank me for saving your life?”

“No, no. You don’t have to pay me”

“I’m a doctor!”

“You’re going to be okay.”

“You poor thing, who did this to you?”

“Shhh, save your breath. I’ll take care of you”

“Healing is kinda my thing”

“Next time you’re hurt don’t expect me to help!”

“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR ME (NAME)”

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👿.     “     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     .

a     collection     of     scenarios     that     involve     our     muses     ‘     kissing     ’     .     feel     free     to     specify     ,     or     send     ‘     KISSES     ’     for     me     to     randomly     generate     a     number     .     do     not     copy     &     redistribute     as     your     own     .

01. a soft kiss .

02. a rough kiss .

03. a platonic kiss .

04. a bloody kiss .

05. a desperate kiss .

06. a goodbye kiss .

07. a promised kiss .

08. a dared kiss .

09. a ‘glasgow’ kiss .

10. an eskimo kiss .

11. a forehead kiss .

12. a kiss that leaves a mark .

13. an interrupted kiss .

14. an almost kiss .

15. a reunited kiss .

16. a kiss in the rain .

17. an emotional kiss .

18. a secret kiss .

19. a final kiss .

[candiyde]

Medium Billie Dean Howard. 

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pepslain said:  “No, no, just — just one second longer, please. Let me hug you for one more second—”

“Okay--...” The detective ceases trying to pull away from the girl, tentative hands coming up to rest against her shoulder blades. While such an affection with someone she didn’t know wasn’t typical for Debra, this girl wasn’t to be blamed. She’d gone through hell-- it was an understandable reaction to have. She too knew how that relief felt. Besides, it was all part of the job.

“It’s alright. You and your friends are safe now-- no one will try and hurt you anymore.” She promises quietly.

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“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

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butscrewmefirst continued from here

“ IS THAT WHAT YOU want to be true ? ”

Widened, dark eyes set firmly on the woman before her within the empty dance studio, and instantly it’s like she’s put within the same trance she’d been in years before. Already putty in her hands, the thought making her swallow thickly. “I--... I don’t know.” Shoulders lift in a tiny shrug, her sheepish tone different than its usual abrasiveness but deafening within her own ears. It was the truth, however. 

                She didn’t think she could lie to Elizabeth if she tried. 

                                   “--What are you doing here?”

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kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

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onceanevereverendingstory‌:

Slowly Cordelia sat up as Misty spoke about being awake and she wondered what was keeping her up. Her eyes lowered for a moment as she thought to herself. Her nightmares have been over powering lately and she wasn’t sure how she was going to over come them. Then her eyes slowly looked into Misty’s for a moment, almost searching for something in. For what? She wasn’t really sure. Maybe to make sure she was really awake. “Are you really here with me? Right now?” As she asked she spoke in a low and soft voice, almost afraid to know. 

“No!” The Supreme yelled as she took hold of Misty’s arm and looked at her for a long time. “I—I am sorry Misty…I just…I don’t really want to be alone right now.” Cordelia always made sure to hide her fear when it come to the other girls because she had to be their leader. But with Misty she knew she could be her real self and known she didn’t have to hide from her. Without saying another word she laid her head on Misty’s lap and closed her eyes for a moment. A sigh then left her lips as she looked up at Misty. “Why are you awake?” She asked softly while she looked at her. 

Her expression remains calm and supportive for her friend who had done nothing but the same for Misty within the time they have known one another, hoping that her own presence was at least somewhat as comforting. The question brings eyebrows together in short confusion, but she better than anyone knew how real something other than reality could feel. “Sure am. Don’t fret, now. I won’t let any harm come to ‘ya.” Both her voice and her hand delicate, she moves to gently clasp the other woman’s, as if affirming her promise and hoping to provide proof that she was in fact next to her. 

Eyebrows raise when Cordelia startles, sitting up so that she can rest in whatever way she finds comfortable. “Alright, alright. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” She promises quietly, the fingers on her free hand running through silky tresses that now rested in her lap. They gently and carefully pull apart a few small knots she finds before the tips of her fingers are gently massaging her scalp, hoping to push her further back to a more sound slumber. At the question her shoulders raise in a small shrug, her smile returning shortly as she looks down at her. “Guess I just had a feelin’ ‘ya might need some comp’ny.”

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beguilcd‌:

      the closet they’re cramped in (ironic, right?) makes her wonder if stepping out and being gutted by the killer would actually be such a bad thing. but when she hears those heavy footsteps get closer and the jingling of his keys get louder she quickly changes her tune. she doesn’t want to die, not before she makes a name for herself in the aerobics world. her heart is pounding in her chest and she’s pressed up against brooke who has her arm wrapped around her and her fingers over her mouth to keep her quiet. she can feel her shaking, which doesn’t give her much trust in brooke’s confidence that they’re going to get out of this alive.

      after a while the footsteps fade and it sounds as if he’s gone but montana doesn’t trust it. brooke’s optimism is sweet but it’s unrealistic and it’s beginning to piss her off, her anger born out of fear. ❛ how are we supposed to know if he’s really gone, huh? he’s probably trying to lure us out. ❜ she whispers sharply, a little louder than brooke had been. ❛ one of us is going to have to check. ❜ her stomach turns and she pulls away from the brunette, already feeling a little guilty for getting short with her. ❛ look… there’s no way i’m letting you die a virgin okay? ❜ that’s montana for, i really like you and i don’t want you to die. ❛ if i come back, the coast is clear. if he’s out there, i’ll run the other way. i won’t bring him back to you. got it? ❜ she feels like she’s going to be sick, but even still she puts her hand on the doorknob and slowly, quietly turns it and peeks out into the cabin.

Brooke becomes visibly more frightened the more seemingly restless her friend becomes. She’s more than content to stay in what felt like the safety of the closet around them, and while the irony wasn’t lost on her, that sentiment was pushed far to the back of her mind despite it formerly being surprisingly in the forefront, all things considered. The kiss they shared had been shocking and confusing for her, but after replaying it in her mind again and again she admittedly wanted to give it another try. All that mattered right now, though, was keeping the blonde safe and out of harm’s way. 

“Then let’s not give him what he wants!” She argues back quietly, her head beginning to shake as the girl nears the door. “No, Montana, please...” She cries quietly, snapping her mouth shut the moment the door pushes open, a pleading hand coming to grip tightly onto hers. The cabin around them remains still, and after a moment that felt like an eternity, Brooke brings her other hand to gently rest on a soft cheek to bring Montana’s attention back to her. “Don’t. I’ll go.” She pleads, trying to quietly squeeze past her.

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onceanevereverendingstory continued from here

Hearing a voice pull her out of her nightmare, Cordelia gasped and woke up. Her honey brown eyes looked around for a moment, lost and unsure of where she was. Slowly her eyes looked over to the side seeing Misty. “Misty?” Cordelia asked then placed her own hand on her forehead feeling the sweat from it. “Oh, i’m sorry. Did I wake up you?”

Eyes brimmed with sleep but also prevalent with concern regard her companion as she jolts awake. They had somehow found one another within the late hours of the night lately, whether it be to watch a film together or simply be within one another’s company until they were able to find sleep within the cold halls of the academy. While Cordelia had been able to find sleep--which was rare for a woman with her responsibilities--for Misty, she had just barely began to succumb to a poor excuse of a slumber when she felt the Supreme next to her begin to toss and turn.

Misty cloaks her disquieted expression with a small smile that’s meant to ease her as her consciousness renews itself, pulling her out of images that seemed bothersome at the very least. “Don’t be sorry, Miss ‘Delia. I was wide awake.” She assures her in a harmless fib, her lack of taught boundaries bringing a delicate ringed hand forth to push matted locks away from clammy skin. “Seems you were havin’ an awful fright in ‘ya sleep, is all. S’just me here.” She offers the words in the form of an easy promise, moving to rest her head on the pillow but still facing her should she need anything. “Get s’more rest, if ‘ya can. I can make ‘ya some tea, if ‘ya think it’ll help.”

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beguilcd said: ❛ fuck! we’re not gonna make it.❜

“SHH!--- Please,” She hisses through a quiet sob from where they hid in a supply closet that reeked of mildew, water damaged wood and crippling fear. Brooke wants nothing more than to be able to reassure her friend-- to protect her from the death and devastation that somehow always found her. The best she can think to do is to rest the tips of her fingers shortly against familiar lips, her other arm wrapping around her for dear life as they waited for what felt like hell to pass. Footsteps accompanied by the sound of jingling keys-- a combination that became nauseating came and passed within a time frame that felt like eternity. Still, Montana was held tightly against her trembling frame as Brooke fought to keep them both still. “We’re going to get out of here, okay? We’re going to wait until it’s safe.” Her words are barely audible but firm, unwilling to allow another person she cared about to be slain by her own doing. 

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campbitch said:  ❛ in the end, there are only two types of people. the assholes and the dead.❜

Despite the severity of the situation, Brooke couldn’t help the way the corners of her lips turned upwards at her newfound friend’s declaration, no matter how short the expression lasted. It was all she had the energy for after so much death and destruction happening around them-- something she couldn’t help but think followed her like a moth did a hiker’s lantern. She’s even surprised by the lightness of her own tone, unsure of where exactly the humor was to be found--

               “---So you’re calling yourself an asshole?”

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(     *     BIRD BOX PROMPTS   !    

feel free to change pronouns / titles as needed !

❛  you must listen as closely as you can.  ❜

❛  if you hear something in the woods, you tell me.  ❜

❛  we should go feel sorry for ourselves with lunch and a bottle of wine.  ❜

❛  i know it’s hard to fall in love with someone you haven’t met yet.  ❜

❛  people have to stop being so stupid.  ❜

❛  maybe we can see better than we thought.  ❜

❛  i think it’s a huge mistake.  ❜

❛  you think everything is a huge mistake.  ❜

❛  we’re never getting out of here. no one’s coming for us.  ❜

❛  that’s something you can’t unsee.  ❜

❛  i’ve seen one. i’ve seen the truth.  ❜

❛  it shall cleanse the world! everyone must look.  ❜

❛  fuck! we’re not gonna make it.  ❜

❛  fuck that. where’s the booze?  ❜

❛  this is truly the happiest place on earth.  ❜

❛  you’re only saying that ‘cause we’re all gonna die.  ❜

❛  how did you guys get so lucky?  ❜

❛  i have a big, big, big, big, big announcement to make.  ❜

❛  here’s an argument: we’re not assholes.  ❜

❛  in the end, there are only two types of people. the assholes and the dead.  ❜

❛  i see one difference between us. i’m never wrong.  ❜

❛  here’s to hoping there is more.  ❜

❛  you do exactly what i say or you die, do you understand me?  ❜

❛  the end of the world makes us do things.  ❜

❛  it’s not the end of the world.  ❜

❛  you had a great visit. we really loved meeting you. now fuck off.  ❜

❛  every contact we had with the outside has brought us death.  ❜

❛  please don’t. please don’t hurt us. please stay away from us.  ❜

❛  what is this for if they don’t have anything to believe in?  ❜

❛  surviving is not living.  ❜

❛  they deserve dreams. they deserve love. they deserve hope.  ❜

❛  call out to me, please. where are you?  ❜

❛  i have so much i want you to see.  ❜

❛  listen for the birds.  ❜

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American Horror Story: Apocalypse ‘Boy Wonder’

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campbitch x

Being alone felt like a luxury Brooke couldn’t quite afford since arriving at Camp Redwood-- not that she was complaining, what with her own paranoia reaching an overwhelming intensity. Right now she had Jackie by her side, her knee bouncing where she sat as they remained stationary within the cabin. It felt safe, sure, but her heart still thumped within her chest and her teeth chewed nervously at her fingernail. Adrenaline set in what felt like the thousandth time within the past twenty-four hours when she heard a twig snap close by outside, a short gasp leaving her while her hands flinch and wrap around the other girl’s bicep. Perhaps Jackie too was tired of her jumpy nature, but it couldn’t be helped. Her nerves were completely shot by now.

          “Did--... did you hear that?” Her voice is set in a startled whisper, dark eyes frantically scanning what she could see out the window while attempting to keep them both out of sight.