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ohisms · 4 months ago

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

#as requested !!#rp meme #inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #rp inbox prompts #lyric prompts #lyric meme #ohisms

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xoluvx · 3 months ago

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cause i wonder; b.eilish ❥₊ ⊹

as the decade would play us for fools and you saw my bones out with somebody new

stay with me ya'll cause i'm feeling a bit emo. just imagine billie seeing you after you've broken up. the first time she's seen you since it all went down. you quit each other; no contact only painful blistering ache. it harbored in your hearts. you carried it like an anchor sinking to the pit of your stomach. it was debilitating and all consuming and now you were at her show. standing with your friends like you weren't hanging on by a thread threatening to snap any second. like you weren't completely shattered on the inside.

she'd spotted you almost instantly. when your eyes met, all the noise drowned out. all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating rapidly, wanting to jump out of your chest and run right up to her on stage. she looked away and tried composing herself, but you could tell she was off. she was confused. you were confused and you couldn't outwardly feel any of it. not in this crowd. not with your friends. not even with yourself because you'd both chosen this.

it could've been so easy to fight for it, but you didn't. instead you lived with the pain and regret and the tears forming in your eyes and the quiet sniffles and excuses to go to the bathroom because you couldn't bare to carry the pain and you couldn't bare pretending it was all okay when you were both walking with open wounds.

so if i sell my apartment and you have some kids with an internet starlet, will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon like it never happened?

could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

wounds too large to heal. you almost prayed they didn't heal because you could still feel her in every fiber of your being. in every step you took and every song you listened to. twirled in your thoughts and your memories. intimate memories of arms brushing, fingers lacing, legs tangling. soft whispering and gentle caresses. longing moans and tender sighs. hands touching while lips kissed. tongues tussling while nails clawed. whimpers and shivers down spines. they all replayed in your head like a cruel fucking joke.

all you could do was wish you could go back to your bubble and hide from the world like you didn't exist. longing to go back to your safe space instead of standing in an arena of people chanting her name. you reverted to spacing out just like you did every day. going about in a daze. everything losing its color and taste. coffee bland. eyes blank. heart bruised. bubble bursting suddenly leaving you raw and shivering. so you watched her from afar doing what she loved. smiling faintly when your friends tugged on your arm forcing you to dance. clapping when she bowed.

she was your sun and you just existed to orbit around her. you would've done it for decades if she'd asked you to.

and if you want to tear my world apart say you'll always wonder. cause i wonder.

but neither of you could admit to the love still festering in your hearts and neither of you could admit to the pain you both caused. neither of you would pick up the phone and admit defeat to the cruel game with no winners. you were two losers yearning for each other. clapping at your seat. wondering who was waiting for her backstage. who she was going to wrap her arms around. who she was longing for. so stupid and oblivious to the fact that her heart still belong to you. searching for you in the sea of people while you still wondered.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish x you #billie eilish x y/n #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish fic #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish blurb #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish oneshot #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish angst

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years ago

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sapphire-hearted (part one)

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

The start to an angst-ridden little story, wherein the reader, Aemond's dearest friend (and clandestine love) learns of his apparent new paramour, Alys.

themes/warnings: angst, jealousy, fwb type situation, Aemond is kind of a clueless twat

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edit(!): this oneshot seems to have taken a life of its own, like most of my fics, quite unexpectedly! I've changed the title from (sapphire) blue heart to sapphire-hearted, and part two will be out in a few hours! is out now!

"Why do you not look at me?" He gently pries your face towards him with his free hand, as you both lie naked on his sheets, his arm wrapped around you. "Have I done something wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing, Aem." You shake your head, letting his hand fall.

He takes one deep breath. He knows you like the back of his hand; he knows something isn't right.

"You're not fooling me, gevie." Beautiful, he calls you, as you sit up and bring your knees to your chest. You feel the cold air on your back, and then, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Gevie. You wonder if he calls Alys the same. After their rumoured trysts. After she is seen leaving his bedchambers. Has she lain among these very sheets herself, where you are now?

You and Aemond were not together, no. You were not betrothed. Your House was too lowly to allow you to wed a Targaryen prince. But he had said he was yours. Just yours.

How has that changed so quickly?

"Speak to me," he pleads. He sits up behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "You know I have my methods of making you do so. Shall I employ them?" You can hear the amusement in his voice, the assuredness.

You thought you loved it more than anything, but now it feels like some cruel jest.

You turn to face him directly. "Is she better than me?"

He leans back, fully aware of who you mean. "Hmm," he purses his lips. "Jealousy does not become you, it seems."

"I'm glad you think me amusing." You bite back, looking away.

"This is amusing. How can you be jealous of her?"

You aren't sure what to make of that question. Is he mocking you, and the justification of your envy? Who are you to him anyway? Just a friend, no?

"Aemond. I thought... that we..."

"You know what we are. How we are. Isn't it enough?"

"Not if I have to share you with some witch!" you rise from his bed, and wrap your cloak around yourself. "I've turned down the finest suitors, simply because you wished me to. Simply because you were jealous. Don't you think you owe me the same courtesy?"

His voice is colder when he responds, "What do you think I am doing with Alys, hmm? Do you think I enjoy having her grace my bedchambers, and have her clawing at me?" He stands too, towering over your stature. "I have never wanted to bed anyone other than you. What I am doing with her... what I have to do with her... It is for the good of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Spare me, Aemond." You swat his hands away, when he reaches for your arms. "Don't..." He tries again, much quicker this time, and he holds your forearms tightly against his bare chest.

"She has magic." There is a wild look in his eye when he says this, and it makes you uneasy. "She sees things, Alys. She can predict what the enemy's next move is, where they'll be. What I am doing with her, lying with her, is but a small price to pay."

"What if you don't lie with her? You don't have to..."

"She asks me to."

"You don't have to. You're the prince! She answers to you, not the other way around."

"I refused, of course, in the beginning." He holds your face gently in his hands now, trying to make you understand. "That did no good. She gave me nothing. I could have her tortured. But this will only serve to distance her even more from our cause."

"So, to get what you want... to hear her incredible visions and benefit from her magical spells, you have to fuck her? Very astute of you, Aemond."

"Careful, my love." He tilts his head, trying to work through your anger.

You use your palms on his chest to push him away. He only stumbles a little, the faint sound of his low growl reaching your ears.

"You know what I'll do?" you threaten, your cloak falling back to the floor as you wave your arms dramatically. "The next dashing Lord that asks for my hand, I'll take. It could be Lord Manderly's son or... Lord Beesbury's eldest boy has made an offer, too. I'll wed him, whoever he is, why not? Even if I don't love him, it will only be a small price to pay," you sneer, mirroring his words from before. "It is what's expected of me, after all. It is for the good of my House."

Aemond's jaw clenches in his rage. "Then I shall have him captured and quartered to pieces in the dungeons before he can even get the chance to - "

"No," you shake your head at his nonsense. "No, you would not. You would not do something like that to me. How would that be fair? You and I, we'll never marry. As it stands, you'd sooner wed your witch than I."

"I would marry you in a heartbeat." He moves closer now, desperation creeping in his voice. His lips meet yours in a haste. Wet and demanding. When you turn your head, he only continues kissing the side of your face. Then he stops, pressing his forehead to your temple. "You know this, my love. You have to know this. Alys is nothing compared to you. Without her, I might lose the war. But without you... I lose myself."

You nearly cave in at that, as you always do when it comes to Aemond. But now, you remind yourself to stand your ground.

"Then prove it to me," you whisper, and a stray tear falls down your cheek. "Do as I ask. Stop being with her."

Seconds pass. Aemond's mind races at the possible outcomes. His heart aches at the sight of your sadness, but he feels compelled to think of other things too.

The war. Defeating the Blacks. Easily gaining the upper hand through dark magic.

At the end of it all - and if he does what he does, it should all end very soon - he will still have you. He's sure of it.

You will always come back to him. You will understand.

"I cannot," he says, his words striking through your heart.

You feel numb all over, but you force yourself to step away from him, and hurriedly put your dress back on.

"My love, please..." He watches helplessly as you tie the strings of your skirts, preparing to leave.

"My prince," you cursty, when you've managed to put yourself together. "I am not certain when, but you're invited to honour us with your presence at my coming marriage ceremony."

"I'd sooner command Vhagar to burn Westeros to ashes."

"You mean, you'd sooner bask in the pleasures that only your witch can offer?" you laugh mirthlessly. "Of course."

You start walking away, determinedly. Ice has flooded your veins and your heart, turning you cold and blue. But you press on. The pain will have to wait for later.

"You'll come back to me," he calls after you.

"Oh, I wouldn't hold my breath, if I were you."

You slam the door behind you.

Angst!!! We all need this sometimes. I swear it riles me up so good, I almost wonder if something's messed up with my romantic ideals ....

.... who are we kidding? Of course there is. Because I would marry our one-eyed Vhagar-riding war terrorist in a heartbeat.

taglist open for an upcoming part!

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen one shot #house of the dragon

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miyamoratsumuu · 6 months ago

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005. THREE (4) IS A CROWD (⌨)

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👉🏼 what's today's mood?

now playing... suck it and see by arctic monkeys

sighing, you shoved your phone into the back pocket of your pants after sending a quick reply to your friends' messages. you took your time staring at the practice room's door even after mina closed it in front of you. the piece of paper taped to the door with NEOS written on it seemed to taunt you before you began to hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side. just now realizing how long you've been standing there, you quickly made your way to the stadium.

the loud conversations of each audience member greeted you as soon as you stepped out the backstage door. your friends weren't hard to spot with how ochako was waving you over to the group. you made your way through the crowd, excusing yourself from the others that came to watch the band, most of them more excited than you were.

"there you are!" ochako's raised her voice to compete with the crowd's. she pulled you in closer to the group when shoto stood beside you.

"were you able to talk to mina and the others?" his voice sent shivers down the back of your neck when he leaned down to make sure you heard him clearly.

"oh my god I was! he was so AAAAAH and I didn't know how to respond so the whole time I was screaming on the inside DO YOU KNOW HOW HE LOOKED AT ME? I was about to melt on the spot! BUT THEN BAKUGOU OH MY-" you were cut off by ochako raising her hands in front of you as if you were a car about to run her over.

suck it and see, you never know sit next to me before I go

"woah there lover girl. as much as I'd love to gush with you over whatever happened, I need to know who we're talking about first." from your right, you could see hitoshi looking at you from the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the video playing on his phone. you turned to ochako before going on your rant again.

"I'M TALKING ABOUT SERO! andmaybebakugoubutI'llgettothatlater literally when I got in their practice room he walked right up to me and hugged me! BUT RIGHT BEFORE THAT YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN HOW HE LOOKED! he was sitting on a table with one of his feet on the stool in front of him and he was playing with the strings of his guitar OHH-" ochako started grabbing at your hands when a grin that stretched from one side of her face to the other replaced her smirk. to your left, shoto and izuku could only watch you girls as you talked about your previous interaction with the band.

"wait stop you mentioned bakugou too right? WHAT HAPPENED WITH HIM?" matching ochako's energy, you leaned in to her face just as much as she did before screaming your lungs out as an answer.

"AT FIRST HE DIDN'T LOOK OR COME CLOSER TO ME AT ALL BUT WHILE I WAS TALKING TO MINA AND JIROU HE WALKED UP TO US AND WHEN WE MADE EYE CONTACT HE NODDED AT ME THEN MY JAW MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE DROPPED BUT WHEN IT DID HE FUCKING SMIRKED AT ME" you could feel a hand patting your back after you shouted what had happened with the drummer in one breath. at that point, you and ochako were holding onto each other's hands as support as you jumped up and down with her as she squealed about what you had just said.

jigsaw women with horror movie shoes be cruel to me, 'cause I'm a fool for you

"okay, maybe take a breath for a bit?" izuku chuckled from behind you as he continued to pat your back and hand you a water bottle. as you slowly stopped your jumping fit, you let go of ochako's hands and turned to izuku. you quietly thanked him and took the bottle from him when you got a punch to the arm from ochako.

"we're so lucky to have front row tickets then! it's a bigger chance you FINALLY get your k-drama moment with bakugou." every word she spoke came with a wink and a nudge to your arm courtesy of her. "or maybe, sero?" with a final wink from ochako, you gently nudged her off next to hitsohi as you finished drinking from the water izuku gave you.

you were about to retaliate against ochako's teasing when the lights around you dimmed down, and the intro to crushcrushcrush blasted through the speakers scattered around the stadium. along with the others, ochako, izuku, and shoto all turned their attention to the stage in front of you. from the corner of your eye, you see hitoshi shut off his phone and tuck it in his back pocket. without a second to waste, you and your friends joined the crowd in welcoming the band.

I poured my aching heart into a pop song I couldn't get the hang of poetry

cheers and applause filled the venue as one by one, each member of NEOS made their appearance on stage. of course, no concert of theirs would be complete without bakugou's signature drum sequence once the spotlight was on him no matter what the opening song was.

the album today's concert revolved around was the first ever album of the band's that had the boys' voices featured in most of them. kaminari has sung She's Thunderstorms, and bakugou sung part of Die For You along with jirou. for most of the songs, it felt as if your attention was on the drummer, and only him. the only time your eyes were peeled away from him was when sero stepped up to the microphone at the center of the stage.

the loud cheers of everyone around you were drowned by the bassist's voice that resounded from the speakers the moment Suck It and See played in the stadium. the faces surrounding you were blurred out too when a smirk played on his lips and his eyes caught yours.

"that's not a skirt girl, that's a sawn off shotgun and I can only hope, you've got it aimed at me"

it seemed that that the only thing that mattered was the spotlight that shun on his figure when the lyrics left his tongue. and when a wink from his dim eye was sent towards you, you were starting to wish you wore less layers with how warmth overcame your senses. sero's eyes almost never left you for the rest of the song and you couldn't be more grateful. bakugou could've used the break from your burning stare by now, and with your eyes on sero for the rest of the setlist, he got the well deserved break you thought he might've wanted. little did you know, sero wasn't the only one with his eyes on you for the rest of the concert. too bad you weren't looking at the poor drummer at the back of the stage anymore.

it had been a few minutes since the band left the stage and slowly but surely, the crowd started to leave the stadium one by one. you and your friends had stayed behind to comply to mina's wish of seeing you all backstage. without a second thought, shoto agreed to the offer while hitoshi only hummed and nodded since his attention was divided between your conversation and whatever he was looking at on his phone again. ochako grabbed onto izuku's shoulders as she started to jump up and down as you all walked balkstage and toward NEOS' dressing room.

your reply had just finished sending when ochako and izuku that were in front of you stopped walking. you heard a knock and you raised your head to the sight of sero opening the door for all of you, his bright signature smile was ever so present. and you were sure you'd go blind from how bright his grin was, until a pair of red eyes behind the bassist caught your attention once again. if you were to go blind from sero's grin, you're for sure going to get a seizure from bakugou's smirk.

a/n: I'm genuinely ashamed at the way I kept grinning while writing the whole part with sero singing bc he's just so</3 anyways!!! the start screen is finished!! who do we think S is so far??

PUSH AND PULL

➢ for a while now, she's had feelings for the online friend she met months ago through similar preferences in music. they get along well, and he seems to take interest in her too. until she caught the attention of her favorite band's drummer, katsuki bakugou. who would be the victor of her heart in the end?

➢ taglist: open!!

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fun-k-board · 1 year ago

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Mortal Kombat 1 With a Venom Symbiote Spider-Man Reader

Characters included : Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Kitana, Mileena, Sindel, Syzoth / Reptile.

Note(s) : This was requested by @kchavez666

I'll do a part two after I finish part two to this post (Which is about a Spider-Man reader)

Johnny Cage

Adult Reader

Reader : I don't need saving, cage. I'm the hero, not you.

Johnny Cage : Way to break a man's ego and heart.

Reader : Your previous wife left... Career in shambles... And now we have your lover...

Johnny Cage : I'll find a way to kill you, whatever you are.

Johnny Cage : Why are you looking at me like that?

Reader : Your blood... I can't... Control it...

Johnny Cage : The hell is wrong with you?! Liu Kang said to not hurt civilians!

Reader : We just want to feed, Johnny...

Teen Reader

Reader : Please, it hurts! So many voices, so many-

Johnny Cage : We'll get it off of you, don't worry.

Reader : You cannot save them, they are a part of us now.

Johnny Cage : They're just a kid, you monster.

Johnny Cage : How could you do this?

Reader : We are saving the world.

Johnny Cage : Seriously, whatever that alien is, get it off!

Reader : You cannot separate us now.

Kung Lao

Adult Reader

Reader : I can't wait to peel the skin from your flesh...

Kung Lao : Get out of my lover's head, you beast!

Reader : Kung Lao, why are you hurting us, don't you love us?!

Kung Lao : I don't love you. Not like this.

Kung Lao : Give them back.

Reader : Give who back? We haven't stolen anybody.

Kung Lao : You tried to kill Liu Kang!

Reader : He was trying to separate us!

Teen Reader

Reader : It's so loud... Make it stop, make it stop!

Kung Lao : I'm only trying to help!

Reader : You are nothing, but if you join with a symbiote? You could be everything.

Kung Lao : Don't try to tempt me with false promises.

Kung Lao : That thing is changing you, if you'd only let me help-

Reader : Do not call us a thing!

Kung Lao : You're just a kid... How could this thing do this to you?...

Reader : Stop it, shut up! Shut up!

Kitana

Adult Reader

Reader : Ah... Princess Kitana, your flesh looks so... Appetising...

Kitana : Let my lover go, you filthy parasite.

Reader : Won't you help us save the world...?

Kitana : Taking away people's free will is not saving them.

Kitana : You are not the one I once loved, I can see that now.

Reader : You were so easy to fool.

Kitana : I can still save you.

Reader : We do not need saving!

Teen Reader

Reader : We only want peace...

Kitana : If that is the truth, then why does the blood of hundreds stain your hands?

Reader : Why would you do this to us?!

Kitana : It's only temporary, I need to keep you still so I can help get it off of you.

Kitana : To think, such a cruel creature would ensare a child-

Reader : You will not call us a creature!

Kitana : What a horrific display, you are not saving anybody by infecting them.

Reader : You're blinded, Outworlder, by your own arrogance. But we can save you...

Mileena

Adult Reader

Reader : The voices, they're so loud... So loud...

Mileena : My love, try to fight it, please-

Reader : You want to save us? But dearest, there's nothing to worry about.

Mileena : I'll kill you, you filthy parasite!

Mileena : We must fight our illnesses together.

Reader : What we are is not an illness!

Mileena : You will not be taken by that... That thing!

Reader : Do not call us a thing!

Teen Reader

Reader : I'll kill you and peel the flesh from your bones!

Mileena : You will not harm me or the victim you are controlling, parasite!

Reader : You claim to be superior? Did you not blind your creator's little puppet?

Mileena : What happened to the swordsman was a misfortune caused by my illness, not by my greed.

Mileena : You dare to infect this young Earthrealmer?!

Reader : They are one of us, now. Soon, you will join them.

Mileena : You... I will enjoy tearing you apart...

Reader : The beast fights a saviour.

Sindel

Adult Reader

Reader : You would dare lock us away?!

Sindel : You and that... Thing, can still be separated.

Reader : What a wondrous queen, willing to join us for her people.

Sindel : Hah, you believe I'll be lost to you?

Sindel : I have lost Jerrod once before, I refuse to lose my lover to this beast.

Reader : We will enjoy feasting on your corpse.

Sindel : You ignorant scum! You will release my lover this instant, or face punishment.

Reader : All of Outworld will join us...

Teen Reader

Reader : Stop it! Stop the noise! Agh!!

Sindel : I apologise for what I must do to save you, child.

Reader : You... You pathetic worm! You will join us and-

Sindel : Silence with your needless noises, parasite.

Sindel : Your actions have cost me and my people war with Earthrealm, vermin.

Reader : We are bridging the gap for peace, to save all worlds.

Sindel : Do you not understand consequence, or is your desire to feed above all else?

Reader : Our desire is as yours is, to protect our people.

Syzoth / Reptile

Adult Reader

Reader : That bell, turn it off, turn it off!

Reptile : I can't if I want to save you.

Reader : You've already lost one lover, and now you attempt to kill us?!

Reptile : You will never be my lover, you're a parasite.

Reptile : I love you, why do you refuse to return to me?

Reader : Because we are not yours, Syzoth.

Reptile : Your imitation of the one I hold dear is laughable at best.

Reader : You pathetic lizard, let us free!

Teen Reader

Reader : We will heal all worlds, if you must die for it, then that is your fate.

Reptile : You would be so cruel as to use a child for your goals?!

Reader : You will die just as your family did...

Reptile : I will show you no mercy, parasite!

Reptile : I know what it's like, to do things you couldn't imagine out of fear-

Reader : We are not afraid!

Reptile : You will not harm this child any longer.

Reader : We are harming nobody!

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"Like there was no tomorrow." CH.6—Daryl Dixon.

Chapter Summary: When the truth behind Terminus is revealed, you infiltrate the place with the help of someone very special to Daryl. And after the danger, he reunites with his best friend, his family. But the "end" of Terminus feels bittersweet when you leave behind that paternal authority figure that you thought was dead.

A/N: I love Carol, she's a badass. This chapter will only have a small appearance from her, but she'll be more present in the next one, as well as you'll finally read an honest conversation between you and Daryl. I re-uploaded this chapter 'cause I realized the other was the wrong one, sorry. But if you read the beginning and the end, I know you'll love the funny conversation between you and Carol, then hers and Daryl's. Thanks!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

“Fuck, you are (Y/N), aren’t you?”

Carol has such a gentle gaze, soft like a mother's memory, like the memory of the daughter she lost in that cruel world, but the woman is just as tough as Daryl said she was, the stronger person she had to become to survive the adversities of that new life. And now that your paths had become one like the train tracks where you and she met, the plan is to rescue the group from Terminus after that the curtain of the false promise of a safe place had fallen, showing that the true monsters are still the living: you knew it when you managed to evade the small group that followed you through the woods.

The cloaks that covers you two are full of the blood of a walker, masking the scent of life.

“Daryl has a picture of you.” Carol smiles, speaking quietly as you follow the path towards Terminus that is about to end. “One night, I joked with him about fooling around and he told me he was already taken. I honestly didn’t believe him cause of that charming personality he has…” With her gaze fixed on you, Carol shrugs in apology, but you chuckle because you understand her perfectly. “He scoffed when I chuckled and he pulled a folded photo out of his pocket, handing it to me with a blush that not even the night could hide. It was you sitting in a green field, slightly turned to the side as if you were talking to someone. You weren’t looking at the camera, but Daryl was right: your gaze is full of life.”

Her words make your heart beat fast, but in a different way—for a second, it stops responding to fear, giving way to a liberating feeling that spills over the edge, awakening old memories that you still hold dearly among the sadness. Your stomach tickles with those nerves intact, an experience you've already lived next to Daryl.

“I’m so happy he found a place, a family.”

Carol nods.

“He did, he has one. But you are his family, too.” She smiles softly, ready to change the subject when she sees the insecurity in your shy eyes. "Was he always like that? You know him better than we do."

"No. Worse... Daryl was surlier than a cat…" You almost roll your eyes, but she agrees with you. "I met Daryl the day my older brother took me to the shop where his bike was being repaired, and I don't know if Daryl told you that, but I'm sure he didn't tell you the way his brow furrowed at strangers, so much that I even thought about asking him if his face didn't hurt. I don't know if it was fate or his boss who brought us together, but he asked Daryl to help my brother, but I know Daryl was quite surprised when I was the one who answered his questions. His mocking and even accusatory expression was erased when I closed that mouth of his that only knew how to answer sarcastically."

"My God. I'm so sure he fell in love with you in that moment.” Carol chuckles, loving the idea of getting to know that side of Daryl—soft, sweet, in love. “So... you two just hung out?"

"Something like that. At first it was just by chance, like when I ran into him at a bar. But I know Daryl loved it when I called him sassy, and it was because he always expected people to find him intimidating and I wasn't scared of him. But I also know he acts that way because of the misconception people have about someone like him. His words, not mine."

Carol nods sadly, wanting to protect this Daryl who grew up alone.

"But you treated him like a person.”

“I guess he felt that way, but I did it because Daryl is a person, a very good person, even better than a lot of people. But the first time he asked me out, I was really surprise, like, reeeeally.”

She laughs, quietly.

“And where did he take you?”

“To the woods…” You reply simply, and even though that’s something Daryl would do, she can’t help but roll her eyes.

“That’s so Daryl.”

“Yeah. I even joked that he wanted to kill me there, but he just scoffed, like he always does, before telling me that I was the one with the sassy mouth. He said he liked that. But it was cute the way that, even though Daryl is a usually quiet person around strangers, he asked me questions because he was interested in me, and even sharing a part of his life.”

Like the cheesiest love story, Carol has to make the supernatural attempt not to smile way too much.

“And then? He kissed you that day?”

You try to stifle nervous laughter.

“He dropped me off at my house at night before walking away, so I thought he wasn't really interested. But, while I was looking for my key in my pocket, I felt his hand on my waist to make me turn around, and I know he was nervous as hell, but even with that, Daryl asked me if he could kiss me goodbye. And you know the rest.”

She nods softly, keeping a warm smile, loving your love story, but yet, she has to ask.

“Can I ask you… do you still love him?” Carol’s voice is gentle, but flat so as not to scare you with an overly excited tone. “Because Daryl loves you like he never thought he could love someone.”

You smile, sadly, because thinking about that reality brings hope, but also a feeling of sadness.

“Daryl was my first love, you know? And I’m sure he will be my last… that’s why my story became so pathetic.”

But your whisper is silenced by a voice speaking through a megaphone, ordering someone to press themselves against the wall of the boxcar. By the time you two reach the outer fence, crouching to hide in the underbrush, Daryl, Rick, and a few others have been gagged, being lifted up by the people that swore that place was an oasis of salvation: a lie rottener than a walker.

After a while and from a small hill at the other side, Carol sees that you have an easy time jumping over the two fences, taking the long—range weapon in your hands, (one of the two Carol carried with her) tail against your shoulder for stability. Rising nerves make your breathing ragged, your heart racing as you duck behind a building before giving her the signal.

The forgotten gas truck against the inner fence is the target, and Carol releases a gas leak with her own weapon, shooting a Christmas rocket next that causes the truck to explode. Flames of shades of red shoot out in all directions as black smoke expands everywhere, knocking down the nearby walkers and opening a path for the rest coming behind, a horde so large it will wipe out everything in minutes.

Chaos and smokescreen are your best camouflage. People look stupefied, and then, like a stampede, they push each other while running away, screaming, looking for help, surrounding the creatures that begin to invade the place. You dodge them through your way between buildings, trying not to be crushed by the human tide. People lose all sense of empathy as the rush of madness drives them to the edge of selfishness, pushing others out of their way no matter if they fall into the hands and teeth of the dead.

The whistling of bullets comes from everywhere, but it's hard to see through the dark haze until you manage to enter a building. The sight of the room, however, makes nausea rise in your throat: a human slaughterhouse. But as a show of generosity from God, life, or the universe, it keeps making your path and Daryl's come together.

“Peach?”

A second faster than your head, your heart recognizes Daryl’s deep voice, forcing you to lower your weapon when you see him come out from the other side of the room, followed by Rick and two other men. Your slightly shaky legs carry you to the middle of the place where he finds you, melting each other into a tight hug like those distant days that don’t seem so blurry now, and it's warm—just like his love.

“I knew ya’d be okay.” His breathing is uneven too, as if the air in the world isn’t enough for him. His hug lasts for a few seconds until Daryl pulls away, his hands touching the soft skin of your face to see that you are really there with him, letting you see the relief that makes his gaze soften and his watery eyes. “One of 'em said they followed ya into the woods, and I thought…”

The fear bubbling inside him makes Daryl choke on the words he’s terrified to say, to the point where his throat closes painfully.

“I realized in time.” You breathe in, taking a feigned strength, even though fear seeps into your bones. “What about April?”

Daryl’s gaze changes, and it darkens with guilt and shyness that reflects in the blue of his eyes.

“She’s still on the train car. I tried to stay with her, peach, but I couldn’t.”

“I know, love. But don't worry, we’re going to find her." Your free hand cups his face, trying to give him some comfort and peace as Daryl leans into your touch, just like the old times. “I ran into your best friend out there. She’s tough. I love her so much.”

The word love makes Daryl dizzy because you used to call him that all the time, just like the surprise that falls on him and also on Rick (who has a trace of guilt for having sent her away), and on Glenn and Bob when they know that Carol is still fighting for her group, for her family, faithful as she had always been.

When they are armed with machetes that the people of Terminus used to cut down the innocent souls of those who came looking for shelter, you all hide behind the front door.

“Daryl…” You stop him, still in the shadows of the dark place, but you swallow the lump in your throat. "Did you see Sam? Was she with the group?"

His silent feels endless, until Daryl nods, making you release the air you were holding.

“Yeah. She’s okay, peach. Sam met April and they were fine.”

You nod too before running to hide behind an abandoned car with them, watching as a small group of the enemy advances slowly with their weapons, taking down the horde that comes from the other side of the building.

“(Y/N), can you handle it, or…?” Beside you, Rick falls silent, his gaze fixed on the weapon in your hands before looking at you and the way you look back at him, almost sarcastically. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Ya don’t know her story.” Daryl chuckles at Rick, watching the way you silently take a few steps out of the shadows and stand behind the still-living group, raising your gun to your face to take them down with a hail of bullets. “Maybe (Y/N) ain't technically a cop, but she was raised by a bastard one.”

Rick nods, confused but impressed, and after they take some of the weapons, you all leave behind the screams and the walkers who, with eyes as dark as a bottomless pit, sink their teeth into any soft surface they can reach, tearing through skin as if it were gum.

It’s long the way back, but the moment Rick opens the door of the train car where the group is, the light blocks their vision after being in the shadows.

“Come on! Fight to the fence!”

The group snaps out of their stupor in a second, grabbing the makeshift weapons they’d already prepared to step out into the light and the bleak outlook for everyone. Behind Rick, Michonne rushes out with April too, but her terror—filled face turns lighter than a feather with relief when her eyes meet yours.

Sam is behind her, smiling in relief, too.

“Mommy!” April screams, melting her body into yours as she reaches you, one knee on the ground, bodies fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces, as if you two were always meant for each other. “You and daddy came back for me.”

“I told you I would, baby.” Overflowing happiness pushes a few tears off her pretty eyes, tears you try to wipe away with one hand before standing up, ignoring that she said daddy. “Stay close to me and Sam, okay, darling? I need you to be quick. But I promise we’ll get through this.”

She nods, her small mind understanding the danger, but she manages to keep up with you all as you continue to fire to clear the way just like Daryl and the others do.

When you all reach the nearest fence on the right, a young woman with two pigtails and a cap jumps to the other side first, giving Daryl a signal to help April cross as you and Rick continue to clear the way until everyone jumps as well. Behind you, the others are finally safe, but then, a stray bullet from the balcony of the building in front of you whistles past your ear, causing your world to fall into a silence so brutal it would drive the sanest person insane.

After that, there's a ringing in your ears, so loud it tilts your world sideways.

“Hey, peach, c’mon!”

With his hands on your arms, Daryl makes you run with him. Rick shoots at the two men on the balcony to distract them, making Gareth and the other seek for a momentary shelter against the ground while you all escape, leaving your dad behind as one of them.

Time seems to be on your side, finally after long minutes walking inside the woods, the long—range weapon strap around your body, but you still feel like your world is about to collapse as you leave behind that sanctuary engulfed in flames and invaded by walkers, because your dad's supposed last words echo in your head, like a warning that a new nightmare is about to begin.

"Are you okay, mama?"

April's sweet voice makes you wake up from the red—painted dream, but there's something adorable in her tone that makes you smile softly. You look down, seeing the fear in her eyes as you feel the lump in your throat and the tears in yours, silent ones that you hold back, but feeling proud of how brave she had been. She's yours now, she knows it, as if in that time apart, a great revelation had unfolded before her. April is your daughter, making you something you only thought you were going to be some day at Daryl's side.

"Of course, sweetheart." Your hand squeezes hers, gently. "You were very brave, April. You're a big girl. I’m so proud of you."

She smiles at the compliment, looking ahead without stopping. At your side, Sam smiles at April before looking at you.

“I can’t believe you got yourself a daughter in this rotten world.” She chuckles, but Sam is relieved that for the first time today, death isn’t running after you all, allowing her to have a real conversation with you after so long. “Daryl filled me in on everything. About Ellie and Mark, too…”

Her eyes get watery, but she makes a monumental attempt to keep the tears in line.

“Yeah. That sucks, you know?”

“Are you mad at them?”

“No. No. Never. Guess I’m starting to understand why they did what they did, but I just hope they’re in a better place now.” You sigh, so heavily it hurts. “But I’m so glad to see you’re okay, Sami. I really thought I lost you.”

She nods softly.

“Yeah. After the prison fell, Glenn helped me get out of there, but I want to believe I helped too with everything I learned from my favorite badass.” She smiles in your direction, bumping her arm with yours as a small show of affection. "Honestly, I thought I lost you too, babe, but then I remembered everything you've been through with your dad, so I guess this is nothing."

With him who is still alive, but you keep quiet as Daryl and Rick begin to dig up the hidden weapons ahead. But then, the group falls into a deathly silence under an internal debate after the words of the one who had become the leader, a crossroads between leaving alive that group of humans who ended who knows how many innocent lives, or sentencing them to die under the blow of a bullet for the same reason.

However, a few seconds later, the crunch of leaves at someone's feet attracts Daryl's attention, his gaze softening instantly when he sees Carol approach, with his crossbow. Her presence brings tears to Daryl's eyes, their breathing raggedly as they embrace, as if the weight of relief at seeing the other alive, safe and sound, isn't letting them breathe properly: but they find the strength to smile at each other too, their hearts finally beating with something other than fear.

April looks at you, confused, but you just give her a shrug in response as some members of the group join the woman.

“Did you do that?” Rick asks her quietly, the embarrassed shining in his eyes.

But Carol smiles, just as sweetly as she did with you.

“We did that.” She gives him a nod in your direction, her eyes gentle but watery too on yours for a moment before looking back at Rick. “(Y/N) and I did that.”

Nerves and relief push them to hug each other as well, feeling each other’s hearts beat with forgiveness.

Covered in sweat and breathing deeply all the way until the cabin comes into view, Rick, Carl, and Sasha run the moment Tyreese appears with baby Judith in his arms, giving them a moment of calm and peace after that desperate escape and that dark memory that will be etched into everyone’s minds. But they are reunited now with their loved ones, with hugs and tears, as if finding finally the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is a wonderful image in the midst of chaos.

But dizzy, with his head spinning with the force of a hurricane, Daryl's heart seems in danger of stopping too as he feels alien, empty, alone, at least until April's small hand takes his, to tell him without words, that he’s also part of her family. And Daryl looks down at her, smiling, because he knows now that he finally belongs, winning his own little family and home. And Daryl feels the love of a little girl who, unbeknownst to him, considers him as her daddy.

And then, with a somewhat shaky whistle, which travels through the woods, Aeris hears the call and within minutes, she lands on your shoulder.

A moment later when everyone has acclimated to the new reality, it is time to look for a real shelter, so, together, with the backpack you left on the cabin, you all walk down the train tracks, leaving Rick behind, who, with a can of spray paint, covers the words on that sign on the side, the false promise of a better life.

No sanctuary.

Being almost last in line, Carol gives you a glance as you continue walking ahead with April and Sam.

“You are like… staring much. Don't you think?" Carol chuckles beside Daryl, making him look away from you. "Damn, pookie, if you turned a little faster you would look like the exorcist."

"Shut up." He hisses, embarrassed, turning his attention back to the ground.

But Carol is not ready to give up.

"I once read that when a feeling is silenced, bottled up or imprisoned, the eyes, the lovers’ gaze scream everything they feel for each other."

Daryl frowns, confused.

"What?"

She chuckles, crossing her arms, ready to change topics again.

“You didn’t mention that (Y/N) was that tough. You said she had a strong personality, but you never told me she’d be able to save your ass, Pookie.”

Daryl chuckles too. But his own smile is different this time—Daryl is shy, he always was behind his tough exterior, and Carol’s words makes his heart beats fast as he remembers the past, you and him together and happy.

“(Y/N) is a fuckin' force of nature, and she came into ma life like a summer storm, sweeping away what little peace I managed to find by myself.”

“But you like that.”

“Fuck, yeah. I loved that. I love her…” Daryl’s voice drops even lower, but he has to clear his throat to disguise those already spoken words.

“Do you still have the ring?” Daryl smiles softly at the question, patting his pants pocket, keeping it safe just like the photograph. “And do you plan on giving it to her anytime soon? Or are you just going to let it sit there forever in the dark?”

Daryl looks away, because growing up, he was always a loner, even surrounded by a so—called family, parents present only to talk through screams, things breaking, and blows. Silence was always his best company, but the old world, and that new one (painted red with the blood that the walkers spilled from their victims) had regained some color again, all thanks to you.

“She loves you, you know?” The confidence in Carol’s voice makes Daryl look back at her, so fast that she has to keep her laughter contained. He’s confused, looking at her with the innocent expression of a puppy. “You and she are both pretty shy and stubborn, so I see that neither of you will tell the other how you feel, but like I said: lovers’ eyes scream everything they can’t say out loud. And your eyes are losing their voice, Pookie.”

With a mix of feelings, happiness and fear sinking into his terrified heart, Daryl holds Carol’s gaze.

“And hers?”

Carol gives him a loving look, pressing her lips together to keep from smiling too much.

“Tell her how you feel, Daryl, and even if she doesn’t feel the same way now because of the pain, tell her with words that you are willing to protect April like her, that you want to be part of that family, because I would love to your best man at your wedding and the godmother of your new daughter, but I think her friend and I are going to fight for that.”

He smiles, loving the idea and scared to the core, but his blue eyes shine with hope and happiness—They’re warm even though some considered that color cold, but Daryl knows it is warm because of the love he has for you and April: it is in the way Daryl looks at you two, with so much love he thinks it can fill the whole damn world.

It filled his little world at least.

Daryl is not a religious person, but he thanks God because it seems true that after fear and pain, something better always comes along, or someone, two it seems, like the rainbow after the rain, like the sunshine when the night gets so dark you can't seem to find your way back home. Because yeah, you, and now April are his home.

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(yandere until dawn)

WARNINGS: Bullying, Mild Cussing, Death

WORD COUNT: 990

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The cabin was warm, the fire gently melting away the cold, raw chill and replacing it with a sense of coziness and comfort.

The storm was intense, making it nearly impossible to see even a little ahead, with snow falling heavily all around.

Josh was slumped at the countertop, his head resting on his folded arms as he slept, an empty beer bottle loosely held in his limp hand. I sat beside him, scrolling through my phone, occasionally glancing over to make sure he was still breathing.

I was giggling at his snoring, while Mike, Jess, Emily, and the others stood around me in a circle. Jess had her head resting on my back, her arms wrapped around my belly.

They were talking about the prank they were about to pull, planning to fool Hannah into believing that Mike liked her, fully aware of her big crush on him.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you did this!" Emily whispered excitedly to Jess. She had been the most eager for this moment, especially since she was Mike's girlfriend and had a reputation for being petty.

"Don't you guys think this is a bit cruel?" Sam asked, clearly not too keen on the idea. It made sense, given that she and Hannah had been friends for a while.

"Oh come on, she deserves it." Jess said from behind me, I could basically hear her rolling her eyes.

"Its not her fault he has a huge crush on Mike-" Sam said trying to defend Hannah

"Hannah's been making moves on him, I'm just looking out for my girl Em." Jess said before directing her attention towards me. "Besides, (y/n) says it'll be okay, right?" She asks, causing me to hesitate.

Sure, it might be somewhat funny, but I've known Hannah, Beth, and Josh for five years now, and I don’t want to hurt any of them.

Still, my opinion didn’t seem to matter, as Jess pulled me up and walked me out of the kitchen and into the living room without waiting for my response.

Emily then starts skipping after us, following us into the room while still talking to Sam. "Just because he's class Prez doesn't mean he belongs to everyone... Mike is my man," she said with a grin.

Mike, trailing behind us, chimed in, "Hey, Em. I'm not anybody's man..." This made Emily giggle as she sang back, "Whatever you say, Darling~!"

We all ascended the creaky staircase and entered the spare bedroom, the scene of everything that was about to happen. Some of us crouched behind the door, while others squeezed into closets. Jess and Emily pulled me under the bed with them, both of them giggling. I could only sit there, hoping this wouldn’t hurt Hannah as much as I was imagining.

“Oh… she’s here! Shh!” Emily whispered as we heard footsteps approaching the room. Then everything went silent when they stopped.

Eventually, the door swung open, and we heard her voice. "Mike?" she said, peeking into the room and scanning the surroundings before spotting the person she was looking for. "It's Hannah," she added as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"Hey, Hannah." he replied, staring intensely at her.

"I got your note," she said, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, clearly uneasy about being in the room with him. She had always been a bit of a nervous girl.

"I'm glad you could make it." Mike said, grinning, although we all knew he wasn't smiling in Hannah's favor.

It was quiet for a moment; all I could hear was Emily and Jess's breathing on either side of me. Then Mike spoke up again, "Maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out, and see where it goes from there."

Hannah nodded, then began to untie her shirt, prompting Mike to exclaim, "Ohhhh hell yeah."

“Oh my God! She’s taking her shirt off!” Jess squealed, shaking me by the shoulders.

Hannah immediately started covering herself up and looked around, confused. "What!? Oh my God!". She heard Jess's voice.

Everybody then started coming out of there hiding spots, Hannah calls out again. "Matt? What are you doing here!?"

Matt was recording on his phone and everybody was staring at her. I remained under the bed, feeling too bad for Hannah to look at her.

Mike then attempted to apologize to Hannah and explain everything, but Sam opened the door and walked over to Hannah, trying to comfort her. "Hannah, hey, honey... Don’t... It’s just a..." But Hannah ignored her and stormed out of the room.

Sam then turns her attention to everybody else in the room. "You guys are jerks. You know that?" she says, "You even dragged (y/n) into this, knowing she and Hannah were close!" then she swings the door open and calls out Hannah's name, chasing after her.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the room, but eventually, everyone bolted out to chase after Sam and Hannah, leaving me still under the bed.

I tried to steady my breathing, but I was too worried about Hannah to think clearly. Gathering my composure, I crawled out from under the bed and followed the voices of the others, finding them all outside the cabin.

"What happened?" I asked Emily, noticing a figure running away from the cabin, unsure of who it was.

She informed me that Hannah had run into the woods, and then Beth followed her, trying to find her sister. I looked in the direction they had gone, but the thick snow made it impossible to see anything but trees and white.

I kept staring, hoping and praying that Hannah would be okay, even though I knew deep down that it was unlikely.

Mike then nudges my shoulder and asks me "Should we go after her?"

But Sam replies for me "Y'know I kinda think you're the LAST person she wants to see right now, Mike.", she's obviously annoyed.

They continued to chat among themselves, but I turned away from them and focused on Josh's figure, still sleeping on the countertop.

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lvxiferianemblem · 18 days ago

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Lvxi SMC character analysis (SMC isn't one dimensional)

As promised, I'm putting down all my thoughts regarding SMC, including general analysis and personal interpretation. This is just an amalgam of all my recent thoughts, but I'll do my best to make it as coherent as possible.

There's no such thing as 'evil for the sake of it.' Despite what most cartoon villains tell you, there will always be a reason for why someone does things, even if those reasons are as shallow as brief entertainment. In this case, however, I don't think SMC fits either of those bills.

Going back to the origin of SMC himself, we have to understand what exactly his story is trying to convey---or at least to the best of our ability.

It's common knowledge that before everything, the apostles of evil were embodiments of virtues, and SMC's virtue, in particular, was knowledge, before he spiraled into the power of 'deceit.' However, I think it's important that we look deeper into this and what his symbolism is trying to convey.

In the Beast Yeast storyline, we see that PV describes SMC as having lived an isolated path previous to becoming what he is now and that being the figure of truth is a damning one. His statue is regal and important, bearing the appearance of a monarch rather than anything like the jester we're familiar with, and it stands tall like an idol of worship.

This statue is old. And it's quite clear that within an amount of time, something drastic has occurred to SMC that caused him to make that shift, so the question is, what exactly was it? In CRK, we know that SMC essentially fell victim to corruption of sorts, and details around it are cloudy at best and vague at worst, but we have background information to assist with that.

As Dark Enchantress Cookie's story tells us, the heaviest burden that will drive one insane is the truth of everything and the knowledge of the purpose of their creation. SMC, being the apostle of knowledge and truth, would no doubt harbor this knowledge.

But how do you tell an entire society this truth? In a world where no one wants to hear you and nobody is willing to follow you in the first place, how do you convince them of something they don't want to hear? You beg and plead for them to listen, but they only call you a liar. They call you a deceiver and a traitor, and they turn their backs on you. So what else can you do but fulfill their wish?

After all, in the court, the jester is the only role that can mock the king without judgment, because no one takes him seriously.

SMC makes it very clear throughout his story that his values are not only his own and that they're more accurately a representation of other people as a whole. He says that people would 'much rather believe a sweet lie' and that the world operates on deceit. He does what he does not only because it's fun but also because that is the only way people will listen to him.

SMC is a liar and sweet talker, but he's also a performer and an entertainer. Everything he does is based on 'audience participation'. It's a social art.

Isolated by his own talents, SMC inevitably falls into corruption through a self-made spiral.

He sets the stage to sing truths hidden in sweetened lies, and his audience only watches to see him dance, but by god, they're finally looking at him, and everything feels less lonely.

As time goes on, SMC becomes a creature of habit and is no longer a last-resort performer. He no longer forces himself to don the mask of a fool to garner listeners, and instead, he cares only for shallow company to fill the void of isolation he is so desperate to always be free from. He loses himself to it and falls into corruption, becoming more and more willing to lie to others and himself just to keep a captive audience. It becomes about his emotional needs rather than his logical ones, and his power over others pushes him to go to further extremes to keep them close, becoming exceedingly cruel as a result.

Everything is easier if he lies. He doesn't have to think about the truth or the horrors of it, and everyone will love him if he does.

Throughout the story, everything SMC does screams LOOK AT ME, yet also insecurity and fear. He mocks people in deflection when he's panicked or confused, he gets extremely aggressive when people threaten his imprisonment again, and he demeans PV when talking about how he took his soul jam. Everything he does is an emotional reaction to what seems to be very deep-rooted fears.

Despite his confident persona, SMC is desperate for everything to go his way, and if they don't, he quickly unravels under it all. He needs to be seen, and he needs to be heard, or he might lose himself altogether.

In his story, he never even attempts to kill PV. Instead, he corrupts him to see the world as he does, desperate that the closest thing to him might understand what is now his own truth and that, in this twisted companionship, he will never truly be alone again.

Unlike the Ancients, the Beasts were not 'tested' for their power. They were created with expectations, not proof of function. They fail because of this.

You give a warrior a sword and they slay your enemies, give a child a sword and they slay everyone without caution or understanding.

Or maybe they're just cookies idk.

#crk #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie #pure vanilla cookie #textpost #character analysis

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21angryfrogs · 1 year ago

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yumiis · 1 year ago

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i was wondering if you could do nick x reader with reader being in denial/oblivious to nick's flirting with them. like they take it as a joke every time bc they don't think someone would ever be in love with them/like them?

YESS i love this trope you've found my soft spot

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 are you seeing anyone? ; nick

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genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

type; drabble

read below!

Nick wanted you to be his. Super badly. However, every time he made a move, you'd just laugh it off or ignore him completely. It really upset him, but he wouldn't give up on you that easily.

You'd always been the one asked out as a joke, flirted with as a joke, it was always 'ask out Y/n as a joke!'. It absolutely killed your self esteem. It also caused you to not ever dare to reciprocate feelings to anyone, because you knew it would always be too good to be true. Nick included. You figured it was some inside joke with all the guys.

Your phone repeatedly buzzed, Nick's contact appearing on the screen. You slid over to the answer button, "Hello?.." He smiled as you answered, "Y/n! I was worried I wouldn't get ahold of you. Do you wanna do something today? I'm free, the rest of the guys are out." You were floored. This had to be a joke. "Uhh.." You thought for a minute. What could the harm really be? "Sure. What'd you wanna go do?" He smiled widely to himself, finally! He'd get to be alone with you and show you that he really does care, and he's not flirting with you as some cruel joke.

"We could just go to the mall or like, a museum or something? Just to hang out. And uh, don't worry about money! That's on me." He spoke smoothly, no hesitation in his voice whatsoever. You took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. "O.. Okay. Gotcha. I'll be ready soon then? I can drive over and meet you at the house." He shook his head, "Nah, I'll drive over to you. Be there in thirty!"

In almost exactly thirty minutes time, Nick was knocking on your door. You flattened your shirt, answering the door. "Hey!.." You softly smiled at Nick, noticing he wasn't wearing anything too fancy. "Hey! You look nice. Nicer than me at least, heh." You chuckled a little, "Yeah, heheh.." You were trying your hardest to accept that maybe this wasn't a joke, but it was hard. "Well, you ready? I got all my shit in the car. The mall doesn't close 'til about 8, so we got time!" You nodded, "Ye— yeah!"

You guys spent about an hour or two at the mall, shopping around. Nick threw out some compliments and offered to buy you so much, but you had to decline almost every time. You just felt too guilty if you took that much money from him. He insisted on at least buying you lunch, to which you said was fine.

"So, Y/n," He started as he ate his chicken sandwich, "Are you seeing anyone?" Your face and body went cold, "Huh?" You were confused why he was asking you that. You knew it. This was all some ruse set up by the boys to make a fool out of you. "Like, are you going out with anyone?" You slowly shook your head, "Uhm, no, I uh.. I guess not." Nick looked a little sad, "You wouldn't consider this seeing eachother?" He nonchalantly asked you. You perked up. "I— Oh! Oh, uhm!.."

Nick tilted his head, "Or if you don't like me in that way and i'm taking this wrong that's fine! Just tell me that, because I know you kinda ignore or laugh off any time I make like.. any flirtatious comment.." He smiled sheepishly. You sighed, "No, it's not like that.. I, uh, I do like you like that. I was just like," You paused for a second, waving your hands around a little, "Bullied in school. So I was always the one that was asked out as a joke." He stared at you in awe. "I thought this was all some joke."

"This was never a joke," He placed his hand on top of yours, "Me liking you was never a joke. The guys were really all out today, they all actually really want me to start seeing you. They all really like you, dude." You smiled softly, looking back at Nick. "So? Are you seeing anyone?"

"... Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."

#alex's writing #anon.txt #tgc x reader #tgc #tgc x you #tgc x y/n #the group chat #the group chat x y/n #the group chat x you #the group chat x reader #softwilly #softwilly x you #softwilly x y/n #softwilly x reader

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animentality · 1 year ago

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Listen, I know I said I wasn't pro redeemed Gortash before, but.

But.

I could bend on that idea, if Gortash died and went to the House of Hope.

If he was humiliated by Raphael, asking him if he truly thought that he was more than that scared little boy he bought all those years ago, the boy his servants used to beat black and blue, who used to cry at night for his parents. A boy who was terrified of him, and hated being powerless, who spent his life trying to obtain power, so he wouldn't be afraid again.

Gortash dying and being forced back there...and having to face the fact that this is what he's done to other people...and for what reason?

In the end, he was still that helpless child.

Because here's the thing right. The dark urge is only redeemable because they lost their memories and their old self truly died when they got their head split open.

They only became redeemable when they had a second chance, and took it. When they chose to make themselves better and to fix the damage they caused.

Just imagine Gortash having to be back in the House of Hope, and imagining himself spending a fucking eternity in there...

That's divine, karmic punishment enough for a villain.

Not to mention that Raphael would laugh at him and torture him and force him to wear those hideous prison robes, completely stripping him of the pomp that he used to defend himself for his entire life.

Forcing him to dress like a slave again.

But imagine the dark urge waltzed in and slaughtered Raphael for him.

And saved hope.

The parallels!!!

Gortash couldn't break the cycle of abuse, but the dark urge could do it for him, and give him a second chance!!!

Gortash was abandoned as a child, and he used and abandoned everyone he ever met, so that none of them could hurt him first!!! But the dark urge didn't abandon him.

They came back for him.

He hated them in his final moments, because they had become a hero, something they both used to despise. The ultimate betrayal...but then.

This is also what heroes do. They kill villains...and they save people.

Gortash would ask, why did you help me, what's in it for you?

And they'd just say, it was the right thing to do, fool.

Raphael was a bastard.

So I killed him.

Same as I killed you. For being a bastard.

But then they'd throw his contract at him and be like here. You're free now.

Be a piece of shit again, and I'll kill you again.

But maybe his first act of contrition is making the steel watch help you in the final battle.

I think there's a data mined line where Jaheira says you were made to save the city, right? to the steel watch, when you summon them?

That's really good.

Like Gortash...ruining the city with his stupid absolute plan and his tyrannical steel watch bullshit...

And the arc words, of actually doing what he said he was doing, and saving the city he was was ruining...from the mess he made.

Ahh.

Also dark urge specifically...

I still think about the dev notes, about Gortash seeing the dark urge as something more than a monster.

Or even, seeing them as a person, and not a monster at all.

He gave them a chance before they were even good. He saw them as something more than a bhaalspawn. He doesn't care if they reject Bhaal or accept him, he doesn't care if they have their memories or not. He wanted them on his side.

It would've upset him, no doubt, when they refused him.

But saving him by killing Raphael...yeah.

Maybe he'd wonder if there isn't still some of the old dark urge in there.

The only person in the world who might've really cared about him, even if they don't remember it...but it'd be a glimmer.

It'd be a little spark, a tiny connection, that would make him think they were paying him back for his faith in them.

And then maybe he'd realize what a real hero looks like, and how they act, and if someone as cruel as the dark urge could be reformed...maybe he could be too.

Anyway.

Still fucking better than the current endings, where he either dies or dies.

I'm talking out my ass, as per usual.

He still can't quite make up for his sins.

But...but I....I don't know. Dont talk to me.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #raphael bg3 #durgetash #dark urge #house of hope

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asterthemegadisaster · 29 days ago

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Would you do headcannons Cullens x reader and how they would react if you broke up with them as a prank?

Okay, honestly doing a full-fledged fic would be a LOT of brainpower, and today's a minimal spoon day (sorry I tried to do it in a day and I just couldn't lmfao), so I'm just gonna format this as a textpost with reader's breakup message and then how I think each Cullen would react.

I'll work on a part 2 with the Cullen women at some point, it may take me a bit though. But for now, here is how I think the Cullen men would react to you breaking up with them as a prank

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As you stand in front of your lover, you fight to push down the smile threatening to reveal your farce, instead trying to evoke tears to make your words believable. "I think we should break up," you say, a dramatic tear rolling down your face; trying to imagine it's real, more tears begin to fall as you continue, "I haven't been happy for a while now, and I don't want to hold you back. We can coordinate exchanging our things later, but right now I think I should just go." You stand there, tears streaming down your face, waiting for their response.

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Emmett: He paused, thinking carefully over your words, a small smile formed on his face as he said, "I don't believe you. Nice tears, though!" "How did you know??" You cried, not expecting him to see through you so easily. His laughter boomed as he doubled over, holding his belly. His voice took on a mocking tone as he said, "I dOn'T wAnNa HoLd YoU bAcK," he stuck his tongue out at you, "you would never say something like that, plain and simple." He paused once more, "It's also April 1st," he said with a smile.

Edward: "I knew a monster like me could never be loved," Edward said to you, tears running down his face rapidly. You reached out to him, but he was gone in a flash, leaving you standing there, jaw dropped and stunned to silence. Edward didn't return for a week and wouldn't talk about where he'd gone off to when he got back, only that after Alice had texted and called him countless times, he relented and came home. You slowly walked up to Edward, your eyes filling with tears, "Oh, God, Edward," you said, rushing to his side and taking his hand, "it was just an April Fool's prank." You stroked his smooth cheek gently before continuing, "You know I love you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you so much." Edward met your eyes and spoke softly, "I deserve this pain, you're too good for a soulless demon like me."

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Carlisle: Carlisle just stood there, unmoving for a few moments, as if he was unsure of what to say. When his eyes met yours, they were sad but set; his response came gently and level-headedly, "If that's your choice, who am I to stop you? Would you like anything before I take you home?" You stood, unmoving for a moment, the sight of a single tear rolling down Carlisle's cheek broke your heart in two, and you couldn't help but confess to your facade. "I love you, it was a bad prank, I'm so sorry," you said, your words blurring together as you tried to get them out before the tears spilled out of your eyes. "A prank?" Carlisle said in disbelief, "How could you be so cruel?" And in a flash, he left the room.

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Jasper: Jasper just stood there, unmoving, the glaze over his eyes making it clear he was overwhelmed by the smell of your blood. His frame relaxed as you moved to the couch on the other side of the room. He took a measured breath before he responded, "I can tell you're lying." He met your eyes as he continued, "Why are you saying this?" "It was just a prank, it's April 1st," you replied, ashamed of your actions. A wave of calm washed over you, no doubt caused by Jasper. "I'll get you back for it later," he said with a small grin.

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hiemaldesirae · 7 months ago

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hmmm another fae au. i am also still very sleepy (moreso cause i hiked 2 hours today) bit hopefully this is more comprehensive than the ladt sleep derived rdst writing i posted

Vox struggled against his bindings as he was bound to the sacrificial altar, defiance blazing in his eyes as he glared at his former servants. There was remorse there, regret in their expressions, but in the end they had agreed to Carmilla's plan to sacrifice him.

He'd known from the start, of course, that as an adopted ward of the Crown, that he was far less valuable than the actual royal children, the Crown Prince and Princess. What he hadn't expected was that the Royal Advisor, in her cold calmness and cruel facade, would order for him to be sacrificed in order to quell the war of the faeries.

Tch. As if it mattered. The fae would kill him, then all the rest of them, and he'd laugh at them from his position down below (what? Vox was under no impression he was making it to Heaven, after all) and out of this mess.

And yet he hadn't been prepared for the fae that stepped through the circle next to the altar, having been summoned by his former servants. As expected, it easily tears through flesh and bone, decapitating the servants as if they were nothing more than cotton dolls. Black, writhing masses of tentacles and shadow pull at the corpses, dragging them underground and staining the grass where they'd fallen a deep crimson red.

The shadowy mass around the fae twists and turns like the tail of a cloak waving in the wind. It strides towards Vox with a confident gait, and Vox- never having been one to suffer in silence- decides that if he's to go in such a way, he's at least not going to go down quietly.

He starts to gnaw at the makeshift gag in his mouth made of cloth, wriggling harder against the post and banging his legs on the ground. Faintly, he registers the fact that there are silvery and red mushrooms growing round him in a circle, and he lashes out at them, kicking the fungi balls here and there.

It's of no use, of course. The fae appears before him in a cloud of black smoke, their face obscured still by the shadows that swim at Vox's feet. "And who are you, now? Those are robes of the Royal Family, are they not?"

It points at the twilight-coloured robes Vox wears, spiralling dyes of blues, purples and pinks blending into what looks like an approximation of the sky. He used to love these ceremonial robes, making the most of the occasions he'd had the chance to use them, but now... well, wearing them to his deathbed had changed his outlook on them somewhat.

Vox glares at it through his bindings, still resolutely chewing at the cloth. The fae seems to realize he can't respond properly, and in the next second Vox finds the gag missing, coughing as he tries to regain his senses.

"They're... they are robes of the Royal Family," Vox admits begrudgingly, "They wanted to sacrifice me to your... er, people, as a way to distract you in a bid to win the war. Or to make a deal, or something, but I'm pretty sure that was a cover-up."

"So, then. You were their prince, and yet they still offered you up as a sacrifice?" The shadows around the fae amplified, as if its eyes widened from the absurdity of the statement before breaking out into a bout of laughter. "And they call us the cruel ones. Poor fools. I suppose it takes one to know one, hmm?"

Vox rolls his eyes.

Surprisingly, he finds himself willing to talk to the creature. Maybe it's because, despite the fact that he knows it'll likely kill him just as easily as it did his servants, at least it wasn't the one to sign his death contract. No, that had been his family, his siblings and even the servants who served him. "Well, that's definitely not how they're gonna present it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they'll probably make up some bullshit like I'd volunteered to sacrifice myself for the good of the people."

Vox wrinkles his nose as he pulls harder at the bindings keeping his arms wrapped around the post, wanting to smooth out the material of the robes he was wearing. To his surprise, a shadowy tentacle reaches forward and- instead of cutting off his arm or something, like he'd expected, it unties the ropes keeping Vox's arms tied up to the post.

"Ah, uh..." Vox looks to the tentacle.

Making sure not to land himself at the fae's mercy by insinuating some sort of fee owed, he bows to it (well, as best as he can while still half tied to a post) and says, "I'm glad for the assistance."

"Clever," the fae laughs. "But you know you aren't going anywhere."

"Obviously," Vox frowns. He'd known that from the beginning, been willing to go down kicking and spitting but never stupid enough to believe he'd leave alive. "Even if you don't butcher and kill me here I'll never be able to go back. And the neighbouring kingdoms are either too far to reach on foot or hostile nations. I'm not under any false assumptions that your tentacle helping untie me means I'm surviving past today."

"You're not very optimistic, are you, my dear?"

"Don't call me that," Vox frowns.

"Then give me a name," the fae says. Vox thinks he can hear a faint smile as they speak, "And we'll make a deal."

"You must think I'm stupid," Vox says in reply. "I'm not making a deal with a fae too cowardly to show their face. And who's to say you won't fuck me over in a deal?"

"How's this as my word?" The fae asks, the shadows surrounding them slowly receding into the forest around them. As the shadows uncloak the fae, Vox notices the fae's dark crimson red hair and long antlers, sharp snd strong enough to use as some sort of stake. Their eyes shine a deep red with flecks of green and gold, but perhaps most damning is the diadem of shadow and thorns twisting around their head.

Vox's eyes widen involuntarily as he stares up at the imposing faerie. "You- you're the-"

The Unseelie Fae King smiles down at him. "The King? I'm quite well aware, my dear. After all, that is what the crown atop my head is for. Now, about that deal of ours... here's my request."

Cold, clawed fingers scrape against Vox's chin as the King clumsily- yes, that was the word he'd use for it, not careless, but clumsy- tilted his face this way and that, surveying him. The Fae King brushes against a semi-hidden bruise on Vox's cheek- a last souvenir he'd gotten from the court when he'd tried to reason with Val, tell him that what they were doing was insane... only to be betrayed by the man he'd called brother.

"I'm in need of an assassin, of sorts. A... ah, the title hardly matters. I've a position at court to fill, and I'd like for it to go to someone able to keep my court in line." The King pauses in his talking as a small tentacle sprouts from the ground and sticks itself to Vox's cheek, making him suck in a pained breath before relaxing himself. "It would be quite beneficial if my assassin was able to... permanently rid me of nuisances, so to say."

"You need someone who can use blessed iron?" Vox realizes, remembering Carmilla and her unfashionably expensive blessed iron decked-clothes, the biggest offender of which being her fucking ballet flats- as if she needed those things to be equipped with iron. "That's why you want to make a deal with me? So I can kill for you?"

"It's better than the alternative, isn't it?" The King smiles. "So, what will it be?"

Vox reaches out for the King's hand and places his in the fae's, gripping firmly in an awkward handshake. "Deal. I'll give you my name and kill for you, and you'll provide me a home in your court?"

"Why, look at you! A master deal-maker in the making," the King chuckles, clearly finding some sort of humor in the statement. "But yes. I'll take your name and your service, in return for shelter and belonging. Will you take our deal, or will you die here?"

The answer is obvious.

"My name is Vox," he tells the King, and for all of two awful seconds, he feels drained and sapped, cold to the bone and missing something he can't even describe, before everything is normal once more. "Wait, you-"

"Shh," the King says, and Vox promptly shuts his mouth. "We can talk more once we return, yes? For now, you can know me as Al."

"Just... Al?" Vox squints, not sure if it's a trick.

"More answers will come once we return," Al says, although Vox can swear that the King's grin is a little too wide to be genuine. "Until then, I hope you'll find your way around court easier than you did here with the humans."

"I don't doubt that I will," Vox murmurs. "I really don't."

#ran rambles #chai writes #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #ill think of a name in the morning

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omgrachwrites · 2 years ago

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I Love You So - Dalton Lambert

Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for insidious 5, lil bit of fluff, angst, probs ooc Dalton, mentions of possessed!Dalton

Summary: After Dalton accidentally puts you in terrible danger, he makes a difficult decision.

A/N: Soooooo, I'm in love with another fictional character, never saw myself writing for this franchise! Please excuse the poor gif, this was the first one I've ever made! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul 'Cause you were cruel and I'm a fool So please let me go

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You stared at the clock on the wall behind your Professor as you willed time to go faster, you were just so restless, you needed to see him. It felt as though you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in weeks. In reality, it was only a few days, but a few days without any form of contact from Dalton felt like forever. You knew why you hadn’t seen or spoken to him, he felt guilty.

As soon as the bell rang, you packed up your things as quickly as possible, causing your friend to laugh at you. “that desperate to see your little Picasso?”

You rolled your eyes, “well I haven’t seen him for a few days, he’s been sick,” the lie fell from your lips so easily so you fooled even yourself into believing it was true, “I’ll see you later,” you waved at your friend before heading in the direction of Dalton’s dorm room on the other side of the school.

The door was open and he was standing at his easel when you walked in, his long hair loose around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “hey.”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled and turned to face you, letting you give him a proper kiss, paint smudged across his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. He looked so gorgeous like this.

“Are you okay? You sounded freaked when you called,” you started as you sat at the end of his bed.

He sighed and sat next to you, fiddling with the frayed material of his jeans, “I guess that I’m just worried that the door won’t stay closed.”

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, a thumb brushing over the cut on your cheek, “it’s going to scar,” he whispered, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.”

His big blue eyes welled up with tears and you placed your hand over the one he had on your cheek, “it wasn’t you. Dalton, I love you.”

He bit his lip as he stood abruptly, his fingers tangled in his hair. You let him pace around the room in silence, it looked like he was at war with himself. Finally, he looked at you sadly, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

Your heart plummeted as you stared at him, trying to process his words, “what?”

“I can’t let what happened last week ever happen again. I won’t let it happen again.”

You stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks, “it won’t ever happen again.”

“Y/N, I can’t…” he trailed off, almost breathless, “I can’t take the risk. I have to let you go, I love you.”

“Who are you to make the decision for the both of us? You can’t just end our relationship just like that,” you snapped your fingers, “just because something bad has happened!” your voice was rising now but you couldn’t help it. It was like he was giving up.

Dalton took your hands in his, “do you think that this is easy for me? Y/N, I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t!”

“But I wanted to!” he shouted, causing you to take a couple of steps backwards, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, looking pained. When he opened them they were full of tears again, “I could feel how much he wanted to hurt you. Wanted to kill you. I love you Y/N but I can’t put you in danger again, I won’t.”

The bitter words that had sprung to your lips had died on your tongue as you saw how broken he looked, “fine,” you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks, “it seems as though you’ve made up your mind,” he opened his mouth to reply, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I don’t want to hear it, Dalton,” your voice broke, “just stay away from me,” you sniffled and quickly left the room.

As soon as you were in the safety of your own dorm, you broke down and sank to your knees, crying into your arms, you can’t believe he would just give up.

As the weather started to get warmer your heart seemed to mend itself, it was difficult, at first it the pain was unbearable and you didn’t know how you would be able to get through it, but you did. You and Dalton virtually lived on opposite sides of the school, you didn’t have any classes together and he hated parties so you didn’t come across him. Dalton hadn’t even tried to call, but maybe that was for the best. You wouldn’t have picked up if he had.

Soon yours and Dalton’s relationship seemed like a distant memory, like something out of a summer dream and just like she had the year before, Dalton’s mom invited you to their Fourth of July party. You debated on not going but you decided that you couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would run into him.

That’s where you found yourself at the precise moment, you were in the Lambert’s back garden, speaking with one of their neighbours. As you went to get a refill on your drink, a tall handsome figure went to stand at your side. You looked up at him, it looked as though he hadn’t slept in months and he’d cut his hair.

“I can’t dream without you,” he mumbled and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was the point.”

He shook his head, “no I mean, I can’t sleep without you. I need you Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb stroking across his skin gently, you still loved him, a part of you always would, “I can’t Dalton,” you sighed as his heart visibly broke and you stood up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his.

That was the last time you saw him for a very long time.

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