#in her... offense? her original & first plan was very much to murder whoever was in charge of the train
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i do love that knoll fully had no idea why dappled was killing him slfdhdskjfj. it wasn’t that someone discovered his plan to end sea travel and commit genocide, or uncovered that he was fae. it was that dappled just really hated his vibes because he wouldn’t stop building his train through her jungle.
he didn’t care at ALL about her jungle. he just wanted to do a capitalism through it and said he was jealous of her. and she super killed him about it
#she didn't even try that hard to convince him otherwise she was just like well. powerful magic man in the way. i can fix that#in her defense#she does have the bloodthirsty; driven; AND stubborn hindrances#he WAS super creepy about the wilds & asking where she lived & said he wanted to bring the wilds back to reverie no matter the collateral#in her... offense? her original & first plan was very much to murder whoever was in charge of the train
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Prompt List #2
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Angst
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"
“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me."
" And I thought I loved you."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.”
54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!”
157.“I never want to see you again.”
158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”
162.“No one loves me.”
163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…”
164.“You made me cry.”
165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.”
166.“How DARE you?!”
167.“I know you’re not talking to me…”
168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!”
171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?”
176.“There’s something I have to tell you…”
177.“I can’t do this anymore.”
178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
179.“I never loved you.”
180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.
Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own
#harry potter x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#ron weasley x reader#charlie weasley x reader#bill weasley x reader#ginny weasley x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#cedric diggory x reader#oliver wood x reader#luna lovegood x reader#sirius black x reader#severus snape x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#regulus black x reader#prompt list#hermione granger x reader#lily evans x reader
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Dance With Me? ~ Spencer Reid (fluff)
Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader [Y/n]
Warnings: none, just fluff, and possibly mention of PG-13 (if it's even considered that?)
Summary: The team is invited to an FBI gala-type event with food, music, and casual conversation, and everyone ultimately has a good time, especially you and Spencer, who find the chance to have a dance with one another as the air shifts between the two of you. [The imagine is set with all characters -Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia- and post-Maeve]
Word Count: 1871
A/N: I love to write, but for the last few years, I’ve had horrible writer’s block, and I miss writing so much. This is my first imagine/creative writing thing I’ve posted on Tumblr, so bare with me please! I recently started watching Criminal Minds again, and this just popped into my head, so I figured why not? Though, Criminal Minds is not usually my genre, I wanted to give it a try (it might be cringy in some parts, I apologize). I hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)
Seeing as everyone on the BAU team was given a three-day-weekend off to have somewhat of a break, you all agreed to attend the FBI Ball Saturday night, giving you the day to relax and get ready.
That morning after you woke up, you had some breakfast and read a book by the window, followed by lunch and a nice, relaxing bath with rose oil, bath salts, and a lit candle. Once the water had gone cold and you were done with the bath, you decided to start getting ready for the plans you had later that evening, which consisted of blow drying and styling your hair, then applying some light - yet natural - makeup. Slipping into the dark blue evening dress with the strappy, laced-up back you picked out two weeks ago, you looked yourself up and down in the full-length mirror in your room with a smile on your face. It had been a long time since you had the chance to get dressed up and have a night of fun with friends, which is exactly what you were planning on doing; having fun.
Work had been extremely stressful lately, for everyone - more so than usual, considering your line of work; being in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, where you work with serial killers day-in and day-out. One case in particular was rough on everyone; picked by the team’s communications liaison, JJ, you were flown out to Omaha, Nebraska to find an unsub who had a wide victimology and almost no similarities when it came down to location or anything else. You were there coming up on two whole weeks, when, after spending nearly forty-eight hours awake studying every detail, Spencer had found a similar signature connecting each murder. It wasn’t previously detected because it was so small it was easily overlooked, that is, until Derek and Rossi revisited every site and concluded that Spencer was right. At each location where a victim was found, a trinket of some sort was hidden, left behind as a sign of remorse. At first it made no sense, because each killing seemed too extreme to leave any room for remorse, not until the idea of a partner in crime was bounced around. Meaning that there were now two unsubs, one who was the alpha that controlled everything, and a second who most likely lured in the victims but only because they were told to rather than because they wanted to. Luckily, all the trinkets had traces of the unsub and their partner’s DNA left on it. That discovery soon led to tracking the unsub and chasing him down, where you and Emily went into the building first, to try and appeal to and reason with the submissive unsub, and would ultimately save the life of their latest victim. The plan went sideways when you two were met with the wrong one, and stepped into the middle of a trap... The unsub wanted a trade - the final victim for the two FBI agents - but the rest of the team, including the police force backing them up, were not about to have that. In the end, everyone was extracted and brought back to the precinct, except for the second unsub, who lost their life in the midst of the fight.
To say the least, the team needed a break, and to have some fun.
Adding the final touch to your look -- a pair of black heels -- you grabbed your purse and jacket before locking the front door behind you and making your way to the car.
Once you were at the venue, a valet took your keys and parked your car for you. You stood on the curb, looking up at the gorgeous entrance of a high-end hotel. Before you could think about how all-out the bureau went, a familiar, deep voice spoke up on your right, “Damn Mama, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Turning, you came face-to-face with the most iconic duo of your team, Derek Morgan with Penelope Garcia standing beside him. Your cheeks flushed as you smiled, “You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff. Penelope, sweetheart, you look as wonderful as ever.”
“Please, I don’t think anyone here looks as good as you.” She waved her hand, a dismissal to your comment as she noticeably gawked at you.
“Why don’t we find out. Shall we?” You raised an eyebrow at them, tilting your head in the direction of the hotel.
“We shall.” Penelope disconnected herself from her chocolate thunder, and looped her arm with yours with a giggle as the three of you entered the building and followed the signs to the ballroom.
Tables filled with assorted foods line one wall while tables are scattered throughout the front half of the room, a live band played against the back wall, and the floor of the other half of the room was left unoccupied by furniture to leave space for dancing and mingling. You mentally thanked the event coordinator, whoever they might be, for ensuring the lights were dimmer than usual, since it gave your eyes a rest from the usual harsh office lights.
Your eyes scanned the room, searching for the rest of your team, when your gaze landed on a man wearing a slick, dark gray suit and a maroon tie with his hair flopped perfectly over his forehead yet just out of reach of his eyes. You hadn't realized you were staring until Penelope had to practically drag you to where Emily and JJ were standing while Derek split with you guys to meet up with Rossi, Hotch, and Spencer.
“So, is anyone looking particularly yummy tonight?” Penelope asked Emily and JJ, bubbly before her first drink of the night as her eyes eagerly swept across the room. Typical Garcia. Gotta love her, though.
You laughed and shook your head. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone else want a one?” The girls gave you their requests, and you were off to the bar stationed near the wonderful display of food that you were sure to raid in a matter of time - that is, if your stomach had any say about it. "One-"
A voice interrupted you and finished your order before you could get more than a single word out, "Gin martini with a lemon twist." A smirk formed on your lips as you see who was standing next to you. "Oh! And chilled, but not on the rocks," Spencer added with a wink in your direction, a goofy smile plastered on his face to match your own.
"Spence, you remembered!"
"Y/n, I have an idetic memory; of course I remembered."
You rolled your eyes in response and ordered for the girls before you forgot as the bartender handed you your drink. "So, how's your evening so far?"
"Good. Met a couple of Rossi's friends, one of which was an older woman who touched my arm a lot, though I don't know why..."
You chuckled and shook your head. "Oh, you poor innocent boy."
"Innocent?" He raised an eyebrow at you, faking offense, as he helped you carry the drinks to the table the girls were standing around. "Are you so sure about that?"
"Why shouldn't I be when you make comments like that?" you countered. "Alright," you announced, cutting the conversation short before it can lead to anywhere presumptuous in front of company, you name off the drinks as you and Spencer place them in front of their respective owners.
Spencer took his place by your side, his arm pressed against yours and his gaze fixated on you, waiting patiently for you to notice or make another comment from your earlier conversation. The girls hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary, seeing as you and Spencer had become the absolute best of friends in a short amount of time when you first joined the group, which meant the two of you were in very close proximity to one another about ninety-percent of the time. They were also too busy to notice over their ogling of the other attendees.
"You're staring," you murmured over your glass to him as you took a sip of your martini before stealing a quick glance up at him, then returning your eyes back to the crowd forming in the room. Rossi, Hotch, and Derek were still nowhere to be seen from your spot.
"Sorry," you heard him whisper, his eyes still stationed on you for a moment before he looked around as well.
The live band began to play one of your favorite songs by Frank Sinatra, Fly Me To The Moon, and you couldn't help the smile that brightened your whole face after you took another sip of your drink.
The warmth that accompanied Spencer when he stood as close to you as he had been suddenly disappeared, making your heart unexpectedly quicken in a mix of worry and disappointment at the loss of contact. Then, when a throat cleared, and you saw him still standing next to you only a little farther away than he originally was with his hand extended and a lopsided smile on his face as hope flickered bright in his eyes. Your anxiety calmed, and was replaced with joy.
"Care to dance?"
Taking his hand, you stepped closer to him and replied, "I'd love to," as he led the two of you to the dance floor.
There, he pulled you closer to him, your bodies pressed against one another, as his hand slid behind you to rest easily on the small of your back while his other hand held one of yours, and your other hand took place on his shoulder. The two of you swayed as the music filled your ears.
You felt content in that moment. So happy with your friends, music, and food and drink. You couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening during your weekend off. Hopefully you wouldn't spoil it all by accidentally drinking too much and either a) managing to somehow embarrass yourself before the night is over or b) having to nurse a killer hangover the next morning - the last day of freedom before being called back into work the following day.
You felt Spencer's eyes on you once more. Though it wasn't creepy or unsettling; with him it never seemed to feel that way. Instead, it warmed your body, making your cheeks flush and your chest flutter.
"You're staring again." When he refused to take his eyes off you, you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "You seem to do it a lot. Why is that?"
"Possibly because you always look amazing. Except tonight; tonight you look... radiant."
"Oh, please... you're only saying that because you've never seen me all dressed up like this before." You dip your head rest on the side of his own in an attempt to hide your face, not from embarrassment, but rather to hide how red your cheeks had become in a mere matter of seconds by the few simple words he uttered.
"No, I'm not. Y/n, look at me, please." His voice was gentle yet serious as his fingers gently guided your chin up so you could properly look at him. "I mean it."
#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x oc#criminal minds imagine
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Hi! oh my gosh It feels like my blog grew really fast? I’m really grateful to every one of you and I’m so glad that I get to do what I love while also making you guys happy! My 500 follower celebration may not be the most exciting or original but I wanted to do something different for the occasion! Im putting my WIPS on pause and opening up prompt requests!
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Angst
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"
“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me."
" And I thought I loved you."
" Aren't you even going to cry?"
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.”
54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”
162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
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This is the prompt list from @marauder-exe but I added some prompts of my own.
If you would like to request something, please use the system of the first letter of the genre, and the prompt number. (EX. A7). I will not write requests that don’t specify which prompt they want (if you use a prompt of course.)
Using a prompt is in no way required, it’s just for those who can’t think of something to request.
ANGST(A#)
“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
“It’s fine. I kind of expected it.”
“And yet I’m the one who’s locked up like an animal.”
“I’ve accepted my fate, and I think that you should do the same.”
“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
“Can you just shut your mouth ?”
“WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?“
“I lo-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
“You’re safe here, I got you.”
“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
“What happened between us?”
“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
“This will be the last time you lie to me.”
“You never loved me, did you?”
“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
“Your mind must be a horrible place.”
“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
“And I thought you loved me.”
“ And I thought I loved you.”
“ Aren’t you even going to cry?”
“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
”If you wanna know, then ask.”
“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
“You can have your sweater back if you want.”
“People like me don’t deserve second chances. You of all people should know that.”
“There are those moments where you don’t think you’ll survive. And then you do, and you don’t understand why.”
“If the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am I still alive?”
“I think at this point duct tape and safety pins are the only things holding me together.”
“They said they could fix me. I guess I didn’t care how many pieces they split me into in the process.”
“I lost everything, so I don’t really get attached anymore.”
FLUFF(F#)
“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”
“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
“You smell really nice.”
“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
“I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
“Here, let’s share the blanket.”
“You’re comfy.”
“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
“But I want to hear you sing.”
“Say one audible sentence and I’ll let you get out of bed.”
“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
“I don’t really like thunder.”
“Stay the night. Please.”
“Stay here. I’ll run a bath for you.”
“Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep.”
.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
.“I think I love you.”
“Your bed head is really cute.”
“How about a kiss?”
“You made this for me?”
“Aw, you’re blushing.”
“Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
“Let me help you with that.”
“I don’t want to forget this moment.”
“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
“It was always you.”
“I love you in every possible way.”
“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
“Duck, you idiot!”
“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
“*gasp* The sleeves do the flippy thing!”
SARCASM(S#)
“Define normal.”
“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”
“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
“Sorry. I don’t speak slut.”
“My middle finger salutes you.”
“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
“Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of bullshit.”
“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
“I need therapy after this.”
“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
“I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.”
“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.”
“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
“And despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.”
���Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
“I’m aware I’m gonna go to hell. But at this point, it’s go big or go home.”
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
“Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
“I’ve had better conversations than this with myself.”
“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
“I don’t hate all people! I just hate stupid people, and that’s everybody.”
DRAMA(D#)
“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
“The baby is yours!”
“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
“I know you lied to me.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“You backstabber!”
“I never want to see you again.”
“You never mattered to me.”
“I knew this was a bad idea.”
“Rot in hell.”
“It was supposed to be a secret!”
“No one loves me.”
“You made me cry.”
“I don’t know who you are anymore.”
“How DARE you?!”
“I know you’re not talking to me…”
“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
“Just leave me alone.”
“What did you do?!”
“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
“Just admit that was extra…”
“I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
“So what if I had sex with your ex?”
“There’s something I have to tell you…”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
“I never loved you.”
“It’s too late.”
“Quit ignoring me.”
“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
“I love you. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to be friends.”
“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
“Friendzoned again.”
“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
“I was there for you when no one else was!”
“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”
“We agreed this was just physical!”
“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
“Then why do you keep running back to him/her/them?!”
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@lilyistryingherbest requested Chained to a Bed with someone on the Carte Blanche or Damien. Of course, I picked Juno “Listen, when you get tied up as often as I do” Steel. Thank you for the prompt! @badthingshappenbingo
Snare
by princegabriel/ FaintlyMacabre
Rated: M
Characters: Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev, Jet Sikuliaq, Vespa Ilkay, Rita, Original character
Summary: If, for whatever reason, you were to ask Juno Steel, he would tell you that no, seduction was not his wheelhouse. If he were feeling chatty, he'd probably tell you, without much exaggeration, that back on Mars, a night out had an even chance of ending in a bar fight as in a hookup. He was abrasive, and brash, and naturally unpleasant.
But under certain circumstances, he can give it a shot. It just may not go as planned.
CW: This one’s kind of a doozy. (Under the cut)
Dubious consent—I'd describe it as uninformed consent on the part of one character, and unenthusiastic consent on the part of the other. Both are deciding to do what they're doing under their own steam, but for sketchy reasons. Also, as part of the plan, Juno drugs the antagonist to knock him out so he'll be out of the way for their heist. I didn't write sexual assault, but Juno experiences a loss of control that he definitely does not want to be experiencing, and panics as a result. The feeling/themes are similar, so if that's a no-go, totally get it, turn back now, take care of yourself!
Also, alcohol, references to murder, and canon-typical quippy tone (may be jarring to some readers, given the subject matter).
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If, for whatever reason, you were to ask me, I’d tell you that no, I’m not exactly a natural seductress. (Also, never ask me that. It’d be weird.) I’m not the type of lady who can charm my way into someone’s bed or even their good graces. I’ve got just enough charisma to be annoying.
Again, don’t ask me. But you know who maybe should have?
Buddy Aurinko.
Maybe if she had, I wouldn’t be lying here, chained to a bed in an unexpectedly swanky hotel room, but really, it wouldn't be fair to put all the blame on Buddy. Let me start at the beginning. My name’s Juno Steel. I was a private eye, who was a cop, who became a thief, and if most of the people I left behind in Hyperion City could see where my life has taken me, they wouldn’t bat an eye. Or if they did, the eye they batted would be mine.
Our crew's on a "relocation" mission to a little satellite hotel orbiting Pluto. The creep who runs this place is kind of a hoarder, and his is the kind of hotel where dreams (and, according to rumor, the occasional interspace traveler) go to die. The job was basically show up, rob a terrible person, get out of dodge. There was just one thing I didn’t like about this plan.
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I leaned back against the high top table, holding a drink like a lifeline in one hand and fighting the urge to push away the hair covering my eyepatch with the other.
“It’s because you’re so incredibly charming, love.” I jumped a little. That wasn’t the voice I’d expected to hear.
“Ransom?” I hissed. “Where’s Buddy?”
“Not happy to hear my voice, Juno?” The question was all tease and no hurt. “The captain thought I could use some practice working behind the scenes.”
Well, I knew what that meant. “So, you got bored?”
“When I have you to worry about?” Nureyev quipped. “You’ll forgive me my caution; you do have such a talent for getting into trouble.”
“Which brings me back around to my question.”
“You are playing this role because both Buddy and Ransom are wanted by the Plutonian government, and because the rest of us are unsuited to this kind of undercover work.”
“Big Guy! When did you connect to this line?” I'd nearly choked on my drink when Jet’s voice had rumbled into my head.
“I have been connected this whole time, since I dropped you off.”
“And you didn’t think to say anything?”
“There was nothing to say,” Jet said. “Talking would only have been a distraction.”
“You must admit, you do fit the profile of our mark’s usual type,” Nureyev said. I didn’t have to admit any such thing, but I knew. Osric Salazar, multi-millionaire, hotelier and general misanthropist, liked his partners more rough than refined, more sour than sweet; in the slinky dress that showed off a fair number of my scars and holding a double shot of whiskey that was threatening to vanish into thin air, I fit the type pretty neatly. It was maybe the only thing I’d ever fit into neatly in my life.
“Yeah, yeah, the role was made for me,” I said over the glass. “The part I’m not thrilled about is where I’m the bait.”
“'Bait' is such a strong word, dear,” Nureyev said. “This is really more of a honeypot job.” His voice sounded neutral, but carefully so. To anyone else, I'm sure he would have sounded genuinely calm, but there was something in his diction that made me think he was less assured than he let on.
“Well, either way, I’m pretty much just a piece of meat on a string—”
“The target is approaching on your three o’clock,” Jet cut in. “Do not turn quickly; it appears he is trying to stay in your blind spot.”
I made myself sip at the drink and lean on the table as though I wasn’t about to be ambushed.
“Don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.” The voice was like honey over coffee grounds, and I probably would have liked it if it hadn’t belonged to the owner of this... fine establishment. The Renegade’s Arms was just far enough from everywhere that people only went there when they had nowhere else to be and just enough of a dive that it wasn’t frequented by anyone rich or flashy enough for people to make a fuss if they vanished.
“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, refusing to turn and look.
“Let’s hope there’s a second one, too.” Salazar walked around the table and into my field of vision, but… a little higher. He was a wall of a person, reminding me of Pilot Pereyra, who’d used their intimidating size and demeanor to cow every would-be opponent into submission for years as mayor. I hoped it would be easier to exploit Salazar’s weakness than it had Pereyra’s; that walk in the desert had been no walk in the park.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said, and ignored the rise of Salazar’s eyebrows as I knocked the rest of my drink back. “You gonna buy a lady a drink?”
“Oh, sugar, it’s on the house.” I tried not to flinch at the hand that Salazar planted on my back, which steered me the short distance to the bar. “Another?”
“Whiskey, neat,” I said, setting the empty glass down on the bar.
“Make it a double,” Salazar told the bartender. “Top shelf.” The bartender nodded and once again, all the bastard’s attention was on me. Great.
“So, what’s a pretty lady like you doing in a place like mine?” Salazar purred. The sound sent chills down my spine, but definitely not in the way Salazar intended. Well, probably.
“Currently, getting drunk for free,” I said. “So, thanks for that.”
“I’d take it as a personal offense to find out that a gorgeous creature like you would ever have to buy his own drinks.”
“If you wait there, I can give you a whole list of people I know who’ve personally offended you,” I said.
“Gorgeous and funny,” Salazar said, looking me up and down in a way that made me want to wash with sandpaper.
I did the next best thing and downed my drink. “Thirsty, too.” Salazar raised a hand and gestured to the bartender, who got me another. “So this is your place?”
“I haven’t exactly made it a secret,” he said, looming closer.
“I hear people do small talk,” I said, “you know, early in their acquaintance.”
“So you’re sticking around?” Salazar said. He was even closer now, and he smelled aggressively like mint and aftershave. It wasn’t terrible, and everything was going according to plan, but knowing who this person was, I felt kind of queasy about it. In my earpiece, barely audible, Nureyev huffed out a short, sharp breath.
“Not like I got anywhere else to go.” I looked down into my drink while I said it, trying to look like like I wasn't angling for anything more than a bed for the night and someone to help me keep it warm.
“I wish I were sorry to hear that,” he said, practically in my ear. “But really, the way I see it? Whoever you’re running from, their loss is my gain.”
I turned to look at him again and all I saw was teeth. I couldn’t help but recall the first time I’d seen Nureyev, when he was just Rex Glass to me, and the smile that looked like he could rip me apart, easy and natural as breathing. This was different. Salazar’s teeth were big and blunt, like tombstones; it would take him some work to tear into you and he’d enjoy it.
Hopefully he’d take my focus on his mouth as interest rather than self-preservation.
I’d told Buddy I was all right to kiss a mark if the job demanded it, and I was. I’d told her I was all right to do more than that if I knew about the possibility beforehand, though hopefully in this case the neurotoxin-laden lipstick I was wearing would do its job before that became an option. Nureyev and I had talked about it—we were both coming at this with our separate and collective baggage, but honestly, I’d thought it would be a harder conversation to have. We decided that if it was the best plan we had and if whoever was on the job was comfortable, it was all aboveboard.
When Salazar pushed the door to his apartment closed and then pushed me up against it to kiss me, though, I couldn’t think of anything but Nureyev on the other side of my earpiece. If he was still there. I definitely wouldn’t blame him if he’d decided to hand it off to someone else.
Salazar kissed like he was fighting, and I grabbed the collar of his shirt so I’d be ready if it swung in that direction. One of his hands slid up my thigh, taking the hem of the dress with it. I stopped him when he got to my hip.
“Not,” I said against his mouth, “doing this against the door.” At the very least, the farther into his apartment we went, the longer he’d be distracted. And it gave the lipstick a few extra seconds to work. Salazar was a big guy, it might take a bit.
The bed was in the next room. It was big, covered in a rich-looking comforter and sheets that probably had some kind of thread count, with a huge ornate headboard, from which hung a—Jesus Christ. He had a pair of cuffs threaded through it. I was starting to rethink the door.
I didn’t get a real good look at it after that because Salazar spun me around and walked me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. He climbed over me, biting and sucking at my neck, and I had a moment to just hope this lipstick was as unlikely to re-transfer as Buddy said it was, before I felt his teeth moving up to my ear. The ear with the earpiece. The earpiece I was using to stay in contact with my fellow crewmembers for the purpose of robbing the person who was currently getting real familiar with my earlobe.
“Hey, uh, no,” I said, like a professional, “my earring—”
“Oh,” he said, pulling back, and I tried not to sigh with relief. “Let me get that for you.” And he fucking took it off. The only positive side to the situation was that it really was a gorgeous ear cuff with a hidden wireless transmitter and he didn’t seem to suspect. He put it on the bedside table and picked up where he left off. And I thought, “Maybe it’ll be fine, maybe they won’t need to contact me for a while, maybe they get what they need and I sneak out while he’s unconscious and that’s that, job well—” A siren cut off the “done.”
Salazar sighed, hot on my neck. “I hate to leave you here, gorgeous—”
“Then don’t,” I said.
He shook his head. “Nothing else for it.”
“Uh, hey, but wait,” I said. “If the fire alarm’s going off, shouldn’t I be getting out of here too?”
“It’s not the fire alarm,” he said, getting up and smoothing out his clothes. “It’s the burglar alarm.”
Yeah, I’d been afraid of that. “Okay, well, if there are dangerous burglars around, maybe I don’t want to be a sitting duck.”
“Oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, darlin’, don’t be.” He came back and I thought for a second that it had worked, turned out I was pretty good at distractions after all. He took my hands and kissed me, and yeah, I actually felt kind of smug about my performance right up until the cuffs closed around my wrists.
“What,” I said.
“Didn’t want to bring these into play so soon, but we adapt, don’t we, sugar?” he said, with a fucking wink. “I can’t have you running off before I get back. Don’t worry, I’ll lock you up safe as houses.” I wished a house would fall on him.
He took a handgun out of a drawer, waved at me without looking back, and then he was gone. I heard the click of two locks, and that was the last I saw of Salazar.
So now you’re all caught up.
I wait a few seconds before turning my head in the direction of my removed earpiece and saying, “Hey, he cuffed me to the bed, get me out of here.” I have no way of knowing if anyone is responding, or even if they can hear me at all. All I have is this dress, a pair of stupid strappy heels (what is it with Buddy and putting me in six-inch heels?), and zero arm mobility. Well, not quite zero. I look up at the headboard. It isn’t metal, at least, but it doesn’t look cheap either. It’s either wood or painted to look like it, and if it is paint, it's been expertly applied, which points to good quality. If Nureyev were here, he’d have a lockpick in his sleeve or metal-tipped nails or something useful, but he’s not, so I pull myself up to sit against the headboard and start scraping the chain against the back of it to try to wear through.
“That alarm’s still going,” I say through gritted teeth as I try to saw through the headboard. I hope they can hear me, but even if they can’t, it helps to think they might. “Means Salazar's probably knocked out, definitely hasn’t resolved the situation, so I guess you’re still holding your own. In case you’re done before I get out of these, I’m in Salazar’s quarters, the door past the stairs, in the second room. Two locks on the door.” The cuffs are chafing my wrists, but I just clench my fists and try to go faster. “God I hope you get here soon, this is the least efficient way to get out of this but it’s all I’ve got.” The alarm shuts off and instinctively, I stop moving. It’s too quiet to move.
“Damn it, whoever’s listening, say something!” I hiss. I’m getting uncomfortably close to panic. “Yell, come on, just say something!” I feel trapped in these shoes and this dress and these fucking handcuffs and so I start moving again, pulling the chain forward like I could break clean through the damn headboard. It doesn’t work, just like I know it won’t, but I can’t do anything else. I can’t do anything. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.
In the quiet, I hear the locks click and I freeze again. If it’s Salazar… he might suspect I’m part of this. Is he coming back to kill me? I get my legs over the side of the bed just for solid ground underneath me, the smallest illusion of control. It puts my arms at an even more uncomfortable angle, but they were never going to do me any good here anyway.
I can’t hear footsteps, and I don't know what the hell that means. I feel myself start to spiral again until I see Vespa in the doorway with a duffel bag.
“Oh, thank god.” Should have known—of course the assassin’s not going to make a sound. I’m sure I’d feel weirder about her seeing me like this if I weren’t so relieved.
“Where’s the key?” she says, looking right, left, up, right again, checking for… security cameras, maybe?
“I don’t know!” I say. I feel like my body hasn’t caught up to my brain, which hasn’t caught up to my mouth. Adrenaline is still rushing through me—it couldn’t shut itself off the instant I knew I was saved, but I’ve apparently started to autopilot into our usual dynamic. “He didn’t exactly give me a tour. ‘Hey, just to be on the safe side, here’s the key to the cuffs I just surprised you with, also I’m definitely not going to murder you—’”
“Shut up, Steel,” she mutters. She’s already got the drawer of the little side table open and there’s the key. I guess it’s not something he really has to hide. In a second, my wrists are free. “Come on, Sikuliaq’s got the car running.”
I grab the ear cuff and slide it back into place while we get out of there.
“Mistah Steel oh my god please don’t be dead or hurt, say something please,” Rita’s sobbing into my ear.
“Let's go, Steel," Vespa whispers over her shoulder. I nod and let my eye focus on the green shock of her hair to follow her out as I turn my attention back to Rita before I worry her into an early grave.
“Rita,” I say, “Rita, I’m okay. I’m out. Vespa got me.”
“Boss?” she says, sniffling. “That you?”
“It’s me,” I say. “I’m sorry I worried you.”
“Only I could hear you and I was trying to tell you Mistah Jet and Miss Vespa were on their way and you didn’t answer and you sounded so scared—”
Yeah, I don’t want to think about that right now. “I’m okay. We’re headed back to you.” Vespa's taking us out the fire exit, in the opposite direction of the guest area, and there's Jet, just like she said. We get in the backseat and drive away into the night as the last of my adrenaline gives up the ghost and I let the now-familiar smell of the car ground me.
I'm okay. I'm going home.
#bad things happen bingo#the penumbra podcast#juno steel#peter nureyev#jet siquliak#vespa ilkay#rita penumbra
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165. porky’s building (1937)
release date: june 19th, 1937
series: looney tunes
director: frank tashlin
starring: mel blanc (porky), billy bletcher (dirty digg), berneice hansell (rabbit), tedd pierce (sandy c. ment, dog)
alas, the photo limit prevents me from placing this in here, but the cartoon opens with a highly amusing disclaimer:
any similarity of characters or happenings in this picture to actual people or events is definitely intended................. if you think we're going to sit around for days thinking up new ideas - you're pixilated!
somewhat of a strange anomaly is mel blanc voicing fat porky. this is the first frank tashlin cartoon since porky’s romance, the last cartoon to feature porky’s original voice actor, joe dougherty. fat porky wouldn’t survive past 1937—frank tashlin was the sole person who kept him going, after tashlin’s porky’s double trouble he got a diet. this is more of a personal anecdote than a concrete observation, i always found this so-called “transitional period” amusing. nevertheless—it’s up to porky you beat his rival, dirty digg, to see who can build the best town hall the fastest.
frank tashlin, ever the cinematographer, introduces the cartoon with a silhouette behind a closed door, the door identifying the silhouette as sandy c. ment, city building commissioner. tedd pierce provides the voice for sandy, discussing the plans for the new city hall about to be built. we see porky and a particularly grizzly brute as the gentlemen sandy is referring to, the only two contractors in the city. they’re both tasked with building the city hall--whoever can come up with the cheapest bid wins. i believe it’s norm mccabe who does some particularly funny animation of porky waving to his rival, only to receive a steely glare in return, much to the rejection of porky. i’m certain frank tashlin’s feelings towards porky were projected into that glare.
sandy displays the city hall plans, revealing a poster of an art deco feat of modern architecture. tashlin’s cartoons in the 30′s are particularly rife with the streamlined, art deco feel, supported by his tendency to use jazzy underscores as we see here as well. more norm mccabe(?) animation as porky and his rival get the papers they need to sort out the bids. lovely animation as any sense of camaraderie between the two is gone in a snap, both nose to nose (or nose to snout?) as they stalk over to their desks to crunch the numbers, not once breaking physical contact or eye contact until absolutely necessary. mel blanc and billy bletcher’s voices collide as the two crunch the numbers aloud, the billy bletcher brute deliberately copying porky’s numbers. the two finish, the staring contest resumes, and they do the same furious tango back to sandy.
as fate has it, the two reach a tie with their bids at $3,000,000.02 each, with a hilarious detail of dirty diggs’ paper including scribbles of a stickman and a self serving game of tic tac toe, indicating just how dedicated he is to his craft. the tie stumps sandy on how to determine who gets to build the city hall, until he reaches a conclusion—both get to build the city hall. whoever finishes first, wins. a lack of sound effects hides the detail, but there’s some rather amusing animation as sandy jabs a finger in porky’s face and honks dirty digg’s nose daffy duck style.
transition to the two now at their respective construction sites, waiting to take off like runners in a race, accompanied by a crowd no less. sandy fires a starting pistol, and the two take off to build. digg hops into his backhoe, clearing the land for his building. can’t go wrong with the backhoe scooping up a giant boulder and crunching it up with an anthropomorphic mouth, spitting the chunks into a cart. porky’s dinky little contraption is just as whimsical, with a mechanical boot slamming itself against an actual shovel suspended by a pulley to clear the way. frank tashlin does a wonderful job juxtaposing the personalities, through mannerisms and extraneous details such as their equipment.
the rubbery animation associated with digg is only furthered as he struggles to pull his backhoe out of the deep hole he dug for himself--we see that the street lamps in the city are caught in the machine, bobbing up and down in their respective “posts”. finally, digg prevails, pulling out a tangled mess of rubbery street lamps. points for creativity.
elsewhere, the cartoon takes a rather morbid yet wonderfully hilarious turn: a dog construction worker loads crates of dynamites into a hole, chuffing halfheartedly on a pipe as he waddles back to the dynamite lever, hands in pockets, marching along to a whimsical rendition of “boulevardier from the bronx”. rolling up his sleeves, he prepares to pull the lever, when a crowd of spectators approach, leaning in as the dog prepares to fire. the dog opens one eye and grunts “step back folks, ya bother me,” VERY well timed to a nice little oboe underscore with each syllable. the crowd gives him his space... until the dog prepares to fire again. another “step back folks, ya bother me.” they oblige, until they don’t. the charade continues, until finally the dog waddles back to the hole where the crates are stashed, rendition of “boulevardier from the bronx” and all. the dog pokes an eye open as the lemmings inevitably wander to the hole of dynamite (a fitting underscore of “let’s put our heads together” to boot.) the dog squeezes his way through the crowd, heads to the lever... and BOOM! cold blooded murder dismissed with a mere dusting off of the hands. a WONDERFUL gag timed succinctly and purposefully prolonged--the same dog would reappear a year later in porky the fireman, another tashlin piece, doing the same prolonged waddle and same accompaniment of boulevardier from the bronx.
a collection of some whimsical animal gags, gags that feel like something out of a harman and ising cartoon, albeit more polished. two beavers load cement and sand into a cocktail shaker strapped to the side of a camel, a pelican dumping water from its beak into the makeshift cocktail. the camel shakes the shaker, all of the animals swaying along. perhaps slightly outdated, yet still fun nonetheless. turtles flip their shells open (wheels attached to the top--or in this case, bottom--of the shells) and tow away the mixture created by the animals. meanwhile, a dog carrying a load of cement, the hod carrier, marches up a support beams thanks to suction cups tied on his shoes, complete with some jaunty music and animation. dirty digg lives up to his namesake by playing dirty, hurling a brick at the dog. the dog falls, his suction cups continuing to ascend up the scaffolding, underscore and all.
we meet camera shy porky for the first time in a few minutes, a reflection of frank tashlin’s distaste and uncertainty regarding the character, who encourages his team to “get in there and fight!” they’re all lined up along a bench, a sign above labeling them as “HOD CARRIER SUBSTITUTES”. thus sparks the running gag of the cartoon: as the substitutes dash off do to their duty for porky, a diminutive rabbit (voiced by berneice hansell, of course) zooms up to porky, donning a sweater that reads “HOD CARRIER” as she squeaks “how ‘bout me, porky?” porky isn’t at all convinced by her diminutive stature, snapping “no!”
on porky’s team, a few pelicans pull the appropriate levers to mix water, cement, and sand in their bills, flying off and twirling their heads and bills around to create the mixture. one pelican successfully discards his load down a long chute to the construction site. the next, however, isn’t so lucky. ever the conniving weasel (or dog), digg attaches a dead fish to a balloon for the oncoming pelican to feast on. the pelican, eager for the snack, spits out its mixture in favor of the fish, the mixture pouring from the sky and landing right on porky. none too deterred, porky encourages his cement mixer substitutes, a line of pelicans, to, once again, get out there and fight. as they fly off, the eager rabbit from before, now donning a sweater labeling her as a cement mixer, squeaks “how ‘bout me, porky?” the same routine as porky once more yells “no!”
digg’s construction site is going swimmingly, as to be expected. a wonderful slanted layout as we spot the builders hard at work. despite the success of the building, digg barks “okay boys, c’mon down. i don’t need you anymore.” digg marches into his office, a makeshift shack on the site, and we’re left to ponder what it is he’s scheming as a rolling pan of the exterior shields us from digg's view, the billy bletcher laugh the only thing cluing us in to nefarious acts. tashlin loved to do the concealing pans, and they work out well in his favor, adding a sense of suspense and anticipation. out on the other side comes digg in a fancy new machine--DIRTY DIGG’S BRICK BRICK LAYING MACHINE.
porky, who’s dutifully laying his bricks the old fashioned way, spots digg’s new trick, and is hardly pleased. mel’s stuttering is particularly heavy, still attempting to emulate joe dougherty as porky complains “say! you can’t do that!” digg takes no offense. “well, i’m doing it, ain’t it?” settings on digg’s machine include start, full speed, super speed, super colossal speed, gosh darn fast, and reverse. digg pulls the lever to start, increasing the speeds as bricks inevitably hurtle out of the chute and land right into place on the site of his building. wonderful (and tedious!) complex animation as the bricks pile on, one after the other, even porky taking a moment to admire the handiwork. tashlin’s cartoons always seem to entail bits of animation that seem so tedious and complex to animate, such as a whole mess of train cars zigzagging on train tracks in porky’s railroad, or the interminable pile of luggage carried by daffy in porky pig’s feat. tashlin’s eye for detail is keen.
a score board gloatingly displays digg’s lead over porky: digg has 22 stories, porky 2. as porky mourns his loss (”woe is me... woe is me!”) no matter--the eager beaver bunny from before is there to cheer him up, donning a “brick layer” sweater with the same “how ‘bout me, porky?” porky declines. a quick zoom in and out, and the rabbit asks the same question, now donning a “colossal brick layer” sweater. porky once more declines. with the third and final “super colossal brick layer”, porky finally yells “no!”, to which the rabbit sulks off. thankfully, porky has a change of heart. “ok-ok-o-oka-ok-ok-oka--alright, eh-geh-geh-go in there and eh-feh-fi-feh-fight!” little rabbit is ecstatic.
the power of popeye compels the rabbit as she flexes her muscles, even flexing her ears to make a pair of makeshift muscles. one ear scoops the mortar, the other tosses a brick on top, and we very quickly realize she is MORE than capable for the job, laying bricks three times as fast as digg’s machine. the scoreboard hurries to adjust porky’s “score”, both of them now tied at 77 stories each. even better is the little “whew!” the rabbit sighs after pausing to rest, a lovely bit of comedic timing both underscoring and highlighting her work.
now, digg rushes to beat porky’s building, realizing he has a worthy competitor on his hands. the two are neck and neck... until the poor mechanical design of digg’s brick layer lands him in hot water. he mistakes the reverse setting for the highest speed setting, and with a hearty kick to the lever, the lever breaks and is now stuck in reverse. mel blanc seems to provide digg’s exclamation of “gosh! it’s stuck in reverse!” instead of bletcher. just as quickly as he had laid the bricks, the bricks of digg’s building come hurtling back into the machine, the machine swelling bigger and bigger as it threatens to burst from the congestion. digg’s entire building is now without a brick, and to make matters worse (or better), the machine finally explodes.
porky’s dinky little backhoe from before comes to life, digging a plot of land the perfect size for digg to fit in. digg flops to the ground from the impact of the explosion, receiving a swift kick to the ass with the machine’s shoe and a konk on the head via shovel for good measure.
elsewhere, porky triumphs, his city hall now complete. the cartoon’s motif of “fifty-second street” triumphantly underscores porky’s victory as he shakes his fist in the glory, perched on top of his architectural feat as his adoring fans shout from below. suddenly, we’re visited by a familiar friend: the little rabbit from before zips to porky’s side. “how ‘bout me, porky?” instead of shooing her away, porky is more than happy to lift her up and have her pose on his outstretched hand. a wholesome iris out as the little rabbit clasps her ears together like fists, reveling in the glory.
truthfully, this is probably the one porky cartoon i forget about the most. not that it’s bad by any means, but out of his hearty filmography of 153 cartoons, this one isn’t the most notable. with that said, this is a fine cartoon. the animation is certainly the highlight: whether it’s porky and dirty digg doing their furious nose-to-snout tango, the dog lumbering around the site of the dynamite hole, the animals mixing cement together, or the entire brick laying montage, there is a lot to admire, the climax of the cartoon especially. the “how ‘bout me, porky?” gag is especially amusing, albeit taxing (as it was intended to be), and the dynamite gag with the dog is wonderfully morbid. porky still has a very transparent personality, yet mel’s deliveries are fun to listen to, especially at this stage when he’s still figuring out the speech patterns. the cartoon’s music score is absolutely WONDERFUL, very jazzy, very upbeat, a fitting score to match the streamlined look of the cartoon.
while this isn’t my go-to recommendation for porky cartoons, it makes for an amusing watch. i wouldn’t urge you to drop everything and see it, and if you don’t watch it you’ll be just as well off, but this is a fine cartoon with a lot to admire.
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Fear (Chap 1/?)
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AO3 to the first of the Valeyard series (It’s two chapters so not very long!)
Characters: Valeyard!13th Doctor, The Master (Dhawan), Yasmin Khan, Graham O’Brien, Ryan Sinclair, River Song.
Chapter 1
It wasn’t until the Master got back into his TARDIS that he finally had a moment to think about everything that had happened. He had his back pressed up against his doors, hearts racing from both fear and exertion and he was struggling to sort through the conflicting emotions at play within him. He was thrilled, how could he not be, a plan of his that involved the Doctor had finally come into fruition. And that was while surrounded on all sides by all the different versions of the Doctor and all her little friends. He’d won. Decisively. Of course, that didn’t mean much in the face of his victory leading the way for the Doctor embracing her dark side. He’d wanted that for the longest time. He’d wanted the two of them to be friends, to team up when overthrowing the universe. The same way the Doctor had wanted him to turn good and he’d tried. Really, he had. But it had backfired on him in the most spectacular way and so the Master was resolute that the Doctor needed to try things his way if it was ever going to happen. Now it was happening, he’d never factored in the possibility that they wouldn’t do it together.
‘Why would I want to work with a coward like you?’ the amusement she’d garnered at the mere prospect of working alongside him had stung.
He still wasn’t 100% sure if this was the Doctor or if she was, like she’d insisted, someone else entirely. For all he’d held the information of her true origins over her head, he didn’t know everything. Most of the information was lost. Maybe there was an ancient being living inside the Doctor’s head. Stranger things had happened in this universe. The Doctor had always had a darker edge to her, no matter how much she’d tried to protest it. Were those moments all the Doctor? Or could they have been this new version, this other being, shining through.
Just as he’d started to get caught up in the questions swirling about in his mind, he felt a jarring shudder as his ship was thrown suddenly off kilter. The force coming from outside the ship. It took him a few long seconds to realise that it was the force of Gallifrey as it was ripped apart by the death particle. He froze, finding it strange that he’d find grief in this considering almost all the death on its surface had come from him anyway. He probably had no right to grieve anything. But it was where he’d been born. The red grass fields where he’d played. It had been the starting place of he and the Doctor’s entwining history together. It was where he’d hoped to end it. Standing in front of her, nose level with her finger on the trigger of the detonator, glee in his hearts at this being how they went out. It had to be her choice. Now it had been, but it didn’t feel right. Wasn’t the same without her hesitating anger, the frustrated tears just barely starting to gather. Amused contempt wasn’t a look normally suited to the Doctor.
Her blasé destruction of their planet only gave credence to the ‘other being’ being the one in control of the Doctor’s body. He could think of no universe, no reason ever, that the Doctor would so callously press the button like that. She couldn’t even do it when he’d dragged her down as low as she could go. So, to do it now, just to spite him and get a rise out of him, seemed unimaginably cold for a being such as the Doctor.
And if they weren’t the Doctor, it begged the question, who were they?
The Master stepped towards his console, swallowing down the lump in his throat and reached for the monitor to take a look outside using the external scanners. His ship was still in the same place, protected by its shielding. The planet was in pieces. Chunks of rock and dust free floating in the space around him. He felt strangely empty over the fact that his home was gone. The grief was there, simmering away beneath the surface, but he couldn’t feel it. It would hit some time later when the shock wore off, he imagined.
The rage seeped through first. The glimmering hints of resentment over this being a victory taken from him. He wouldn’t have wanted his planet destroyed it if wasn’t proving his point. The Time Lords had been the problem, not the planet itself. His hands clenched around the metal at the edge of his console and he took in a few heavy breaths in through his nose, the noise coming out shaky as his jaw clenched. He pushed the monitor out of the way and rounded the console to begin the take-off procedure. He needed to put together a plan, pick up his contingency of CyberMaster’s that he’d hidden off world just in case of a situation exactly like this. If he was going to face down the Doctor, or whoever this was, he’d need an army, and he’d need to be smart about it.
He flew to Pazithi Gallifreya. One of Gallifrey’s two moons. The Time Lords had industrialised it for smelting purposes millennia back. It’s high concentration of taranium was mined to be used in temporal technology. It had been used in different iterations of TARDISs, in Time Scoops and a whole host of other Time Lord technology. The Master had commandeered it for his own usage shortly after killing off the rest of his people. He’d been searching for any stragglers, concerned that they may have already started back up mining operations, instead he’d found the perfect place for a secondary conversion chamber in one of the old mines. He landed his ship on the coppery coloured surface of the moon, near the entrance to the mine and made his way down, keeping his eyes peeled the whole time for any blondes in rainbow sweaters.
The walk down into the mines was eerily silent. Not that there should have been any noise, but he was still on edge, a million different plans on how to handle this situation running through his head. He’d kill her dead, but perhaps he should figure out who it was currently taking residence in the Doctor’s head. She was unpredictable like this. The Master knew the Doctor. He knew how she acted, he knew how she would feel about every situation, he knew the Doctor even better than the Doctor knew herself sometimes.
The mines, especially near the opening, were heavily reinforced to prevent cave ins. Also, he knew, housed a myriad of horrible devices and weapons that the Time Lords had had installed during the Time War. Even as Gallifrey had fallen back, calling all Time Lords back to the front to defend the planet itself, they hadn’t wanted the Daleks to get a hold of the mining operations. Luckily for them, their great enemies had been far more interested in ripping the planet apart and murdering all life than adventuring down into a system of tunnels beneath the surface of one of Gallifrey’s moons.
He kept going down until he could step into the still running conversion chambers and inspected over the collection of 50 or so CyberMasters who all stood to attention as he stepped into the room. It gave him a rush of power to have control over these creatures. Not just Cybermen but Time Lords too. He won. In the overall picture. He won. He beat the Cybermen. He beat the Time Lords. He beat the Doctor.
“We’re going on a trip.” He told his Cybermasters, clasping his hands behind his back, “up to the TARDIS.”
50 CyberMasters gave matching salutes in response to his order and then all spun and began marching out the room and up through the cavernous mines. The Master followed behind them, calmly watching them make their way up and it wasn’t until a familiar voice called out from further up in the mines.
“You really didn’t go far did you?” His hearts twinged in fear for a split second before he looked to the army of his CyberMasters and determination wrapped around his hearts like steel and he pointed up the mine shaft towards the blonde further up.
“Kill her!” His CyberMasters all launched into action, all of them moving into a more attack ready formation, their arms raising to point their weapons at her.
There was a moment where the Master genuinely thought he was going to win. That for all the talk from this new ‘not Doctor’, she was nowhere near as effective as the real Doctor and he would wipe out both once and for all in this one moment. His army of immortal CyberMasters advanced on her, growing ever closer and only thing that bothered him, and it was a minor thing really, was that she didn’t look all that worried. She watched the approaching Cybermen with a raised eyebrow and it was right as the one closest to her in front raised its arm so that its gun was pointed at her that it happened.
Four pillars raised in a square between the two of them, covering the Cybermasters and there was a sudden buzzing noise and a burst of blue energy that came forth over them and they went suddenly still. They gave a jarring shudder, and all came to a stop. There were matching groaning noises from each of them. The Not Doctor looked seconds away from just inspecting her nails out of sheer boredom. A following blast of energy, this time more red-tinted, came from the four pillars and his army simply collapsed like marionettes having their strings cut. His whole being seemed to slump in shock and confusion and the Not Doctor merely rolled her eyes with a grin, throwing her arms out wide as she yelled to him.
“Was that it? No offense here, but I was expecting a lot more! All those marvellous plans over the years and this is what you’ve got for me?”
“What did you do?” he asked once she’d trudged through the mud over to him. Stepping over the still bodies of his wasted creations as she came closer. Frankly he was stumped for an explanation as to what had just happened.
“What? You don’t recognise it? I got the idea from a memory involving you. Or, at least, one you. That one seemed a little more pliable.” He took a second to realise what she was talking about but the fleeting memory of his almost execution back when he wore corsets came to mind.
“This technology is precisely calibrated. As you can see, it will stop both hearts, all three brain stems, and deliver a cellular shock wave that will permanently disable regenerative ability.” Rafando of the Executioners had been a man of a singular mindset, as Missy, the Master hadn’t given him or the rest of his little gang of neck choppers much thought. Her attention mostly turning to the Doctor when the eyebrow heavy version had been brought in to pull the plug on her. The machinery they used though was precise, one little nudge in its wiring, and it could be made to malfunction. This time it didn’t malfunction.
He’d implemented an army with the ability to regenerate and she’d simply cancelled it out with tech that was already there. Since she still had access to the Doctor’s memories, he’d have to be careful about what he did. She would know him as well as the Doctor had, and he had no clue who she was if she wasn’t the Doctor. An unknown entity.
“What they did to you, locking you away, I can help you make them pay.” He tried to do what he did best. Manipulating, offering everything and anything he could to get himself out of a situation, “after all you must have done. For them to just lock you away inside your own mind, it’s a wonder you’re so calm. I know I wouldn’t be.” She simply rolled her eyes at his attempt.
“You think that I was some hard done by hero, like the Doctor?” the Not Doctor’s tone was taunting as she smirked at him, “You think they wiped my memory because of something they’d done?” she laughed suddenly, throwing her head back as though that was the most hilarious thing she’d ever heard. The Master’s hearts dropped to his stomach; he’d already put this much together but having it confirmed made him swallow nervously.
“So… why was your mind wiped?”
“Well, they couldn’t kill me. There’s no limit on my ability to regenerate. They couldn’t keep me trapped. No prison could hold me. But then they figured out a way to stop me. Ingenious actually, I will give them that. They simply caught me long enough to erase me, or they thought they had.” She grinned, spreading her arms, “I took a gamble. Hid myself away, asleep in the depths of my mind. Until you came along. I still haven’t thanked you for that, have I?” The Master was silent for a moment, watching her as his mind raced, trying to come up with a question to follow and the face of a woman he’d seen whilst searching through the Doctor’s memories came to the forefront of his mind.
“You said you’re not the Doctor?” She raised an eyebrow at that, head tilting slightly as she looked to him like that was obvious.
“Clearly.”
“Why did you tell her you were?” her eyebrows furrowed for a second, clearly not understanding what he was asking until it clicked, and she just shrugged, figure suddenly a lot less amused looking, more forcefully blank.
“I was, once.” The Master’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion this time, her words not making any sense to him. She didn’t give him much of a chance to mull it over, because in the next second, she’d pulled a blaster of some kind from her pocket and fired it at him. He dodged, throwing himself to the ground before backing away on his hands.
“You still haven’t actually said thank you,” the Master told her quickly, now feeling rather desperate to keep her talking and stop her from advancing any closer.
“Thank you.” She told him, sounding actually rather sincere, “as thanks I would’ve killed you last, but,” she smirked, giving him a half-amused shrug, “it’s hardly my fault you killed every other Time Lord in existence.” She began advancing on him once more and he scrambled back and blurted out the first thing he could think of.
“But I’m not the only one left!” The Not Doctor paused mid stride and lifted an unimpressed eyebrow that told him just how little she believed him, but he just continued his explanation quickly, “check the Doctor’s memories. Back when she was old and grumpy with the eyebrows. The last time she was on Gallifrey before, she kicked out the High Council, dethroned Rassilon and had them all exiled. They’re all still out there.” At the mention of the former Lord President the Not Doctor’s face went eerily blank. Rage flittered near the surface for just a moment, with her clenching fists and twitching eye but she seemed to reign it in quicker than the Master ever would have been able to.
“Seems you’re right.” She took a step back, looking him up and down, “guess I’ll go pay a visit to those council members first. Rip out some throats. You took most of the fun out of destroying Gallifrey by leaving it to be done by the press of a button. Sometimes you want to get your hands dirty.”
“And Rassilon?” he asked as she started walking away from him.
“He’ll get what’s coming. But I want him to know it’s coming first. He and I will have a lot to discuss. He has a lot to answer for.”
#doctor who#doctor who fic#Doctor Who fanfic#13th Doctor#the master (dhawan)#the master#valeyard!13#the valeyard
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Rejection, Failures and Fxck Ups – A New, or Very Old, Approach to Loss and Losing
“It’s okay to make mistakes – that’s how you learn;” “It’s the taking part that counts -the playing, not the winning;” “If you can learn to lose that will be a huge achievement.” I hear myself saying these and similar truisms when my daughter comes last in a race with her impossibly long-legged brother, or breaks a cup, or spills her drink, or when my son’s carefully planned prank goes awry, or the drawing he is trying to do does not come out right. In such moments of acute vulnerability my daughter howls – a cry of deep and terrible anguish, that can go on for a great many minutes after the original loss. I noticed even when she was a baby that falling, for her, was failing, an injury not so much to her body as her soul- as if the ground had deliberately struck her, undermining her upright dignity. My son, on the other hand, does not howl, but rather bares his teeth, makes fists, swings punches at me or anyone else who might have witnessed and therefore in some way contributed to his sense of failure. In both instances, when they weep and wail, gnash teeth - because on a child-scale their circumstances seem serious and awful - I have comforted them and then come out with some version of the above statements. They are trite but I have believed that the basic message – ‘it’s fine to fail’ – was a sound one. At least, that’s what I thought until last week.
Last Friday I experienced two forms of failure which, on an adult-scale, were really very minor. One was the culmination of a writing competition, run by a literary agency – the prize: mentorship and representation. I had not entered it to win – I had entered it in order to have a focus, a deadline, to practice submitting my fiction, rather than hiding with it in a secret corner. The winners were due to be announced on Friday. Despite being clear my primary motivation for entering was not winning, despite being certain I would not be selected, come Friday morning I was nervous. I was checking Twitter for the announcement and felt a strange mix of repulsion and respect for those on there who were frank enough to tweet, with nail-biting gifs, about their angst, their aspirations, their hope. Hope - Dickinson’s feathered thing but, despite the feathers, the only item not to fly out from Pandora’s box- a quiet, little creature with wondrous and terrible tenacity. On Friday I wanted to get the damn thing out of the box. I wanted it to fly away. I tried hard to shake it loose - it wouldn’t budge. I was feeling hopeful.
Meanwhile, down the hill, at our allotment, there were some other little things in a box, that did not yet have feathers, only fluff: chicks. I hadn’t been hopeful about the eggs. We had collected them from a faraway farm – in theory they were fertilised but the woman who sold them to us did so for half price because, she said, “It’s late in the season and I can’t be sure. I’ll give you a variety to give you a better chance.” And then, on top of that, our broody hen (the Star Wars-inspired ‘Princess Layer’), at first rejected the pale blue ones that did not look like hers, and only later started sitting on them, so I thought they had probably got too cold and nothing was going to hatch. But Thursday morning, four weeks after she first went broody, sitting day in day out in the dark of the nest box, I lifted up the Princess and lo and behold there was a broken shell, and a tiny, wet, cheeping chick. Friday morning, after checking Twitter, I pedalled down the hill to the hens. Chick number one had fluffed up to full yellow cuteness and been joined by chick number two. Little wings, dark eyes, pale pink claws. I thought that was it, and began to take the other eggs, the pale blue ones, away. But as I lifted an egg, I saw a black spy hole in its shell, and behind the hole – motion - someone inside. I felt small, in awe, as if whoever was within knew things I didn’t, couldn’t. Breath held, heart fast, I put the eggs back. Here was hope in action. An actual hatching - the Easter pinup – the most famous of images for spring, for life returning.
By Friday evening I had not won the competition and the chick was dead. It had hatched after hours of work – who knew hatching could be so like a human labour in its length and intensity? Yet it had managed, had come out whole -a bold bundle of breath, blood, beak, incontrovertible evidence that whichever came first – chicken or egg – the result was the same: life. But then it had been weaker than the others, who had had a head start, and the broody hen was growing restless – when I came back to check on them before bed, I found it lying, limp, still warm, thin eyelids down, little claws unclenched, half buried in the straw. If I had come earlier, if I had separated it, if I had cleared out the straw…maybe it would have lived.
I have been very lucky – I have never had a miscarriage or a still birth. This was only a little chick. Nonetheless I felt broken. I tried out the truisms that I have used on my children a thousand times - they did not cut it. Worse than that – they seemed offensive. I wanted to howl like my daughter, and rage like my son. They knew something I didn’t. Just like that chick did. So I gave up trying to teach my children how to lose with grace and decided to consider instead what I might learn from them.
My son goes from one obsession to the next, as many children do, but he does so with particular, on-the-spectrum intensity. Feb to April was My Little Pony. April to June was Beast Quest. He is now onto the Greek myths. To be fair there is some consistency through this- believe it or not both My Little Pony and Beast Quest draw heavily on Greek mythology for inspiration. This is the first time his obsessions have overlapped with mine - in my writing I am also working on a Greek myth. What strikes me as I study the stories through my son’s eyes is that they are full of characters, divine and mortal, who fail, fall and fxck up royally, who lose face, lose their lovers and their loved ones, and that when they do, they are terrible losers. The heroes and heroines in these myths don’t hold back on their howling and their raging. They cry for weeks, years even. They cry so hard they change shape or change the world around them. They swear vengeance for their losses, plan awful punishments, wage long and horrible wars. No one tells Hector, Achilles, Paris: “Never mind mate – it’s the taking part that counts.” Now I am not proposing to use the ancient Greek myths as a new model for mothering, but there is something relieving about their heroes unashamed and often moving melodramas, about their sense of seriousness and ceremony. Inspired by these myths, my son held a burial for the chick, by the raspberry bushes on the allotment. He knelt and said a prayer to Zeus, and then to Hades and Persephone, asking them to welcome the little creature when it arrived with them, to let it fly free. This was after he had railed at me for an hour – crying, shouting, trying to punch me, beating the wall, accusing me of murder – full on, proper grief, worthy of those ancient Greeks. It struck me I could have done the same with my writing disappointment: printed out the webpage announcing the happy winners, then wept upon it bitterly. Built a ceremonial fire, burnt the paper, whilst sending off my prayers for the Herculean stamina and strength required to keep writing. What I’m trying to say is that I’m aware I have been guilty of that crime our culture commits daily- tidying disappointment and loss away too quickly, making it constructive, sidestepping the difficulty, heading straight for claiming: “I’ve learnt my lesson. I’m fine. I’m over it.”
In the modern mythic classic, We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, written by Michael Rosen, illustrated by Helen Oxenbury, a book more befitting my daughter’s than my son’s age bracket, each time the children encounter a new obstacle in the landscape – long grass, mud, a river, a snowstorm- they chant:
We can't go over it.
We can't go under it.
Oh no!
We've got to go through it!
This is the insight that my children, a small chick and some Greek gods have reminded me of in the last week: you’ve got to go through it. Not over it, not under it, not round it, but through it. I did know this before – I know how excruciating it is when someone tries to teach you a lesson, give advice, instead of being present with the pain of where you are. But I had not recognised the extent to which I have been doing this with my children, because their losses seem so slight, so trivial when I hold them up against the stark losses in the world. I see now that I’ve been getting everything the wrong way round: I’ve been comparing the children’s worries to the world’s, instead of the world’s worries to theirs, instead of recognising that they hold some wisdom that I and the world need now. Ours is the age in which it is clear that we have made some cataclysmic mistakes, that we keep making them, that we are a generation of losers and those that come after us will inherit a whole lot of loss. There is no way round it. We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. A global pandemic. Racial injustice. Climate change. Oh no! We’ve got to go through it! This means weeping for weeks. Howling for months. Raging for years. But doing so consciously and creatively. When my children do this, I think they are rehearsing themselves, rehearsing me. This is not about being hopeless. I believe that going through it, with full feeling and ceremony, is the most hopeful thing we can do – the thing that will earn us feathers. Maybe we can weep enough to change ourselves, a metamorphosis as marvellous as that of a Greek god.
To go through it, there are some things we are going to need. Two of these things are the stuff of the gods: care and creation, or, to use other words, mothering and making. In all myths, in all traditions, this is what the gods do- they make stuff and they look after stuff. The two go together: we look after things because we made them, and we make things because we care. Arguably ‘Mothers Who Make’ is a terrible tautology, and caring and creating may even be the same – they both involve a kind of holding. When the chick died, I had to hold my son while he tried to hit me. Later I had to hold a ritual with him. At a time when all the theatres are closed, it seems to me, we need theatre more than ever. Be it online or outdoors, we need to build symbolic fires, stages to hold our grief, our rage, our fear, our hope. We need to perform these things- it is what will get us through. Secret creations and collaborations got people through the concentration camps. The late and legendary civil rights activist John Lewis said: “If it hadn’t been for music, the civil rights movement would have been like a bird without wings.” Art is not a luxury, a nice diversion – it is the way through, not round.
So, what will I do next time my daughter falls over, or my son messes up his drawing? I hope I will pause and consider this: maybe there is a point to crying over spilt milk. Maybe next time it spills we will weep the same weight in tears as the milk that is pooling, white, across the kitchen table. Maybe we will lie in it, mop it up with our clothes, then run outside and do a dance to the milk gods, to celebrate the milk and say sorry for its loss, and then we will run to the river, dive in, wash our clothes and ourselves, while we sing a song of cleansing, and then we will walk back, dripping new. I am playing with this so as to bring it home to myself, so that when the next rejection, mistake, failure, loss befalls me or the children, I have the courage not to mop it up too fast. Instead of my teaching them to lose with acceptance, I hope that we may discover together how to lose with passion and imagination.
So, here are my questions for you for the month of August (coming to you at the end of July): Tell me about your rejections, your failures, your losses- your own? your children’s? What do you do when loss comes? Do you weep? or rage? or both? Can you do so more, as if you were inside a Greek myth, do so consciously? And what ritual, ceremony or creative act can you perform to get you through it? What can you do to earn your feathers?
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Prompt List And Who I Will Write For
When requesting a oneshot you can but are not required to choose a prompt off this list (which is one of @marauder-exe‘s prompt lists that im using because i physically cant produce prompts lol) and just tell me what character you want it with (i will list characters and ships that i write for at the end)
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Angst
1. “I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
2. “I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”
3. “Can you just shut your mouth ?”
4. “wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”
5.“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”
6. “Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?“
7. “I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”
8. "Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”
9. “You’re safe here, I got you.”
10. “Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”
11. “Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”
12. “If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”
13. “We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”
14. “SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”
15. “You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”
16. “I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”
17. “You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”
18. “What happened between us?”
19. “Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”
20. “Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”
21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”
22.“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”
23. “I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”
24. “I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”
25. “I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”
26.. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”
27.“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”
28. “This will be the last time you lie to me.”
29.“You never loved me, did you?”
30. “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
31. “Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
32. “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
33. “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
34. “Your mind must be a horrible place.”
35. “Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
36. “And I thought you loved me.” “ And I thought I loved you.”
37. “ Aren’t you even going to cry?”
38. “I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”
39. “Did you always know that you were going to leave?”
40.“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”
41. “I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”
42. ”If you wanna know, then ask.”
43.“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”
44. “We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”
45. “Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”
46. “When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”
47. “What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
48. “It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”
49. “What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”
50. “Why do you have tO BE SUCH A HYPOCRITE ALL THE TIME” (this is my prompt bc the numbers were being weird)
Fluff
51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”
52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”
53. “You smell really nice.” 54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”
55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”
56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”
57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”
58. “You’re comfy.”
59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”
60.“But I want to hear you sing.”
61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”
62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”
63.“I think I love you.”
64.“Your bed head is really cute.”
65.“How about a kiss?”
66.“You made this for me?”
67.Aw, you’re blushing.”
68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”
69. “Let me help you with that.”
70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”
71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”
72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
78.“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “
87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”
88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”
89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”
90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”
91.“It was always you.”
92.I love you in every possible way.”
93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”
94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
95.“Duck, you idiot!”
96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”
97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”
98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”
99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”
100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”
Sarcasm
101.“Define normal.”
102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”
108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.”
109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
114.“My middle finger salutes you.”
115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
124.“I need therapy after this.”
125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.
” 139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.
148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
Drama
151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”
153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”
154.“I know you lied to me.”
155.“I’m not even sorry.”
156.“You backstabber!”
157.“I never want to see you again.”
158.“You never mattered to me.”
159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”
160.“Rot in hell.”
161.“It was supposed to be a secret!” 1
62.“No one loves me.”
163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…”
164.“You made me cry.”
165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.”
166.“How DARE you?!”
167.“I know you’re not talking to me…”
168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”
169.“Just leave me alone.”
170.“What did you do?!”
171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”
172. “Just admit that was extra…”
173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.”
174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?”
175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?”
176.“There’s something I have to tell you…”
177.“I can’t do this anymore.”
178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”
179.“I never loved you.”
180.“It’s too late.”
181.“Quit ignoring me.”
182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”
183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”
184.“I don’t want to be friends.”
185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”
186.“Friendzoned again.”
187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”
188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”
189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”
190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”
191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”
192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”
193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”
194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”
195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”
196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”
197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”
198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.” 199.“We agreed this was just physical!”
200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Characters/people i write for
Marvel
Steve rogers
Clint Barton
Scott Lang
Tony Stark
Sam Wilson
Thor Odinson
Loki Laufeyson
Bucky Barnes
Peter Quill
Peter Parker
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner
Stucky (ship)
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
Aaron Hotchner
Greys Anatomy
Alex Karev
Mark Sloan
Andrew Deluca
Actors
Matthew Gray Gubler
Chris Evans
Tom Holland
Tom Hiddleston
Johnny Depp
Jensen Ackles
Sebastian Stan
Daveed Diggs
Colin O’Donoughue
Once Upon A Time
Killian Jones
Jefferson
Harry Potter
Fred Weasley
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Draco Malfoy
James Potter
wolfstar (ship)
Miscellaneous
Steven Hyde (That 70s Show)
Jack Sparrow (Pirates Of The Caribbean)
Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
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You May Think the Author Made Typos, but if it's in Rig's Dialogue, Then No, He Just Talks Like That
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It’s late into the evening when they make it to Echo’s place. Rig follows along, growing less aware of his surroundings as they go. Hmm. Weird. There’s that dizzy feeling again. Perhaps not dizzy... Something more like...
“Getting sleepy, Rigsby?” Deacon asks from where he’s lounging on a couch.
...when did a couch get there?
Rig looks around. Actually, when did they get inside a building? He blinks and rubs his eyes. Ugh... What is this...?
“Rig?”
He looks up again. What was the robot person’s name...? “Nick,” he says.
Nick half-smiles, amused but unsure about it. “You can take the bed in that room over there.” He points. “You look like you’re about to collapse. Do you need to eat first?”
“Not hungry.” Rig wanders off to the room and lies down on the bed. He flips onto his back and stares at the ceiling and then closes his eyes... When was the last time he slept? Was it really when he was in that vault...? Was it really for over two hundred years...? What happened? That doesn’t make sense. No one can live that long, right? Well. Ghouls can, apparently? But—
Something jumps onto the bed next to him, and his eyes flutter open and he looks to see the cute German Shepherd lying there. He smiles and flips onto his side to pet the dog. Dogmeat or something... Weird name, but whatever. Not like “Rig” isn’t any weirder.
...No offense to the original Rig...
Dogmeat nestles in beside him and he closes his eyes again, arm ending up draping across Dogmeat’s back...
Glowing yellow eyes peek into the dark of the room, and a hand slowly closes the door... Nick wanders back over to where Echo prepares a late dinner and Deacon has moved to sit at the counter.
“So,” Nick says. “That is not Rig Miller.”
Deacon gasps in such a way that could be described as “sarcastic”. “You mean he’s been lying to me this whole time?”
Echo lifts her brow. “If you already knew, why have you been going along with it?”
“Oh you know.” Deacon shrugs. “With the Institute taken down, there’s been less to do with the Railroad. Saw this guy causing a ruckus claiming to be Rig Miller out in Buttonwood and then saying he’s going to prove ‘he’ was framed for a pre-war murder Rig commited. Figured I’d keep an eye on him, see how long it takes for him to admit the truth.”
Nick frowns. “If he’s anything like you, you’ll be waiting forever.”
“Well, sure,” Deacon chuckles. “It’s like a magnet, right? Liars attract each other.”
“Magnets attract opposite poles.”
“You know what I mean!”
Echo hums a little as she dropped sliced carrots and tatos into a pot of water. “I figured he wasn’t. He doesn’t respond to the name right away.” She gives the pot a gentle stir and taps her wooden spoon against the side. “So, Nick, you mentioned a pre-war case involving our ‘named’ guest?”
Nick takes a seat in order to lean back in his chair dramatically. “Well, he wasn’t any Eddie Winters, but Rig Miller was the name attached to several different crimes committed in the areas surrounding Boston. The weird thing about the case is, aside from the name, no one could find any evidence connecting the only ‘Rig Miller’ in the area with those crimes. I don’t know what this murder was about—must have happened after the brain scan—but having met the original Rig, I wouldn’t doubt if he was being framed by someone else.”
“Yeah?” Deacon hums. “So what was the original Rig like, and who’s this guy pretending to be him?”
“For one thing,” Nick says, leaning forward almost conspiratorially. “Blond.” He taps his fingers on the counter. “Had a job working with computer repair. He was a fairly popular man, had a lot of people supporting him and vouching for his innocence even when the rumors spread about him being involved with crimes.”
“So the complete opposite of a dark-haired, sweaty man who broke his Pip-Boy by accident.”
“Exactly,” Nick nods. “Whoever this is, it’s not Rig Miller. Don’t know how he got the name... He said he...” He clears his throat and looks at Echo. “Came from a vault...”
Echo pulls a face and groans. “At least he’s not wearing his vault suit still... What vault...?”
“113,” Nick says. “And he says he’s from pre-war but doesn’t remember how he got to 113 or how he got out... For all we know, he got high on chems, stole a vault suit and a broken Pip-Boy, and picked a name that coincidentally someone recognized and is too embarrassed to admit the truth.”
Deacon claps his hands together. “Mystery solved! How much do I owe you?”
“Deacon,” Echo scolds. “Keep that up and I’ll give you a bowl of stew with no vegetables in it.” She looks up from her cooking and glances at the next room where Rig’s fast asleep under Dogmeat’s watch. “I could always find out for myself what his history is...”
“Only if you feel you need to,” Nick assures. He looks at Deacon. “In the meantime, can I trust you not to lie about what you know about him?”
Deacon holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, so considering he acts and how much he doesn’t know about the modern age of man,” he nods at Echo, “and woman, I don’t think he’s lying about being from a vault. It’s weird he doesn’t know anything about 113 or how he escaped, but apparently he was really out of it when a caravan found him and brought him to Buttonwood, so who knows.”
“Why’d he pick Rig Miller specifically?” Echo points her spoon at Nick. “You think he was close with the guy?”
“Maybe...” Nick hums. “But how? If he actually is pre-war, then how did he survive so long? Unless he’s a synth...”
Deacon hums and taps his chin. “He has a weird relationship with Fancy Lads, I’ll say that much... Gave him some for breakfast today and he said they were disgusting but that he loves them.”
Echo wrinkles her nose. “Did you... Offer him any food after that...?”
“He keeps saying ‘I’m not hungry’, so...”
“That’s—” She sighs. “Well, he’s asleep now, so we’ll just make sure he eats in the morning...” She tastes her stew and then reaches for the spices. “In the meantime, we should figure out where we’re going to be heading for this ‘case’. If we’re going to be figuring out whether or not the original Rig was framed for a murder that happened before the bombs even fell, then we need to figure out where to start. Maybe that ghoul lady who accused him in the first place?”
“You mean Lady?” Deacon grins.
“...Yes.”
“Are we looking into this?” Nick asks. “If this man isn’t even Miller...”
“It clearly means a lot to him, either way,” Echo points out. “If he’d be willing to follow ‘Tim’ to Diamond City for this...” She turns the heat on low and scoops out two bowls of stew and slides one over to Deacon. “Besides. This isn’t the only mystery about this guy we need to solve. What better way to figure out who he is and where he came from than by keeping him around and finding out secrets while in his shadow?”
“Aww,” Deacon coos. “You learned something from me after all. I’m touched!”
“We probably shouldn’t bring him back to Buttonwood,” Nick reminds. “I don’t want to leave him on his own, so we’ll leave someone with him while the rest of us go talk with Lady.”
In the other room, “Rig Miller” stares at the wall, noting how thin they must be for him to have heard all of that. He lets go of Dogmeat to flip onto his other side, lets Dogmeat curl up against his back, and he closes his eyes and this time actually falls asleep.
———
Night parts away to morning sunrise. Nick leaves for a quick run to the office to let Ellie know what the plan is, Deacon slips out for his own, unknown business, leaving Echo to take Dogmeat out for his usual morning walk. She looks into the guest room Dogmeat awake, tail wagging expectantly as Rig sleeps soundly.
She could leave Rig to sleep while she and Dogmeat head out, but with Nick and Deacon both gone, she doesn’t want to leave a stranger alone in her place. Especially one who, if he actually did come from a vault—she shudders at the thought—won’t know what’s what should he wake up alone...
“Rig,” she says, just loud enough to try and wake him, but the man’s dead to the world. Dogmeat jumps down from the bed, and that doesn’t wake Rig either. Dogmeat trots up to her and sits at her feet, and she smiles at him. “You’re right,” she whispers. “It would be two birds with one stone...” She looks up at Rig again, making sure he’s asleep. She walks over, silent and tense as she prepares herself for what she might see... “Rig,” she whispers, and she reaches out for his shoulder. “Time to wake up...” Her hand lands on his shoulder, and the world changes around her.
It’s a bright day, in a relatively clean house. Well organized, surfaces clear of clutter, perhaps a bit dusty but there’s only so much a human can do. It’s not like every household can afford a Mr. Handy, thank you very much. Dinner is cooking in the oven, the window curtains are open to let in the summer light, and he’s content to sit at the table and write in one of his journals. The front door opens and there’s the sound of keys dropping in their holder in the foyer followed by a call of a joking “Honeypie, I’m home!”
“Dinner will be ready soon!” he calls back without looking up from his writing. This is just their little game of pretend. That he’s the househusband instead of just a roommate. “Did you have a nice day at work?”
He jumps when hands slam down on the table in front of him, and he looks up to see his roommate’s grinning face. “Rig? What’s wrong?”
Rig, a blond man in a polo shirt and business khakis, laughs, sunny and full of pride. “Why do you ask that when I’m clearly happy about something, huh? You know that raffle at work? To get places in Vault 113?”
He blinks. “I thought you said the drawing wasn’t until Friday—”
“Yeah,” Rig smirks and leans forward. “But I know who the winners are going to be...”
“...And?” he asks. “Didn’t you say most people bought, like, dozens of tickets? You said you could only afford one for each of us...”
“We only need those two tickets, buddy.” Rig practically lies on the table as he reaches to hold his cheek. “Your genius roommate figured out how to rig the raffle so our tickets will be two of the ones drawn.���
His eyes widen, he gasps. The sentence processes in his mind... And he grins and dives in to hug Rig. “You did! You got us covered! We’re in!”
“You know it!” Rig laughs again and holds him tight. “I couldn’t let anything happen to my favorite poet, after all...”
Something shifts under her hand, tethering her back to reality. She pulls her hand back as Rig flops onto his back and stares up at her, a lack of recognition on his face.
“Sunglasses?” he mumbles.
Echo reaches for her eyes and quickly turns away. Fuck. Shit. She forgot.
“You have nice eyes,” he yawns as he sits up. “Gray. S’nice color.”
“Uhhhhh, thanks.” She looks to Dogmeat who runs around in a circle before exiting the room. “I have to take Dogmeat for his morning walk. Nick and Deacon are out right now too. Did you want to come with me?”
“Oh... Sure?” Rig rubs his eyes and then gets out of bed. “Hm. Wonders of the universe. Sleep really does help people be people. I’m a person.”
She looks back at him, squinting in suspicion. “Do you not sleep normally?”
He shrugs. “I try, but I don’t always fall asleep... But I try.”
She hums and eyes him cautiously. “...What about eating...?”
“Not hungry,” he says, just like Deacon says he says.
“...What about water?”
“...Not thirsty.”
She frowns. “When was the last time you ate something? Had some water? Or anything to drink at all?”
Rig stops and looks around as he thinks. “I had... Fancy Lads yesterday? And... water the.... afternoon before?” He stares at the ground as if gears are finally turning in his head. “...That’s bad, isn’t it? Hmm...”
Dogmeat returns to Echo’s side and nudge’s her hand. She looks down and takes the sunglasses he fetched for her. She wipes the dog drool off and then puts them on.
“You’re going to eat some fruit,” she orders. “At least for now. We’re going to get you an actual meal after we get back from Dogmeat’s walk. Make sure you’re fully fed before we leave Diamond City.”
Rig sighs but nods. “Yeah...”
“And in the meantime,” she smiles. “You and I are going to talk.”
“...Okay?”
———
Rig watches the streets and paths they take on the walk with Dogmeat. Dogmeat runs around, exploring the area around them, and runs back as a fluffy baby full of energy. It’s almost enough to distract Rig from the fact Echo is asking him questions.
“So, where are you from?”
“Hmm?”
“Where are y—”
“South,” he says.
She turns her head towards him, mouthing something he doesn’t catch. He needs to learn to read lips. “...South what?”
“South of Massachusetts,” he says. He hesitates. “Uh... Florida...?” He reaches to rub his neck again, but this time catches himself and switches hands before he hits his head with the Pip-Boy again. “I don’t know if Florida would have... survived the war. Scary to think about. Florida was frightening before...” He waves his hands around. “This. But bloodblugs...” He grimaces. “Would be worse, down there. Gators. Spiders. Snakers. ...Locals.”
“...Sure,” she says. “And when did you move up here?”
“1842.” He sighs and buries his face in his hands. “2062,” he corrects. “Came up for school... Didn’t... last long. But I stayed anyway. Moved in with a friend...”
“What’s the friend’s name?” she asks, watching Dogmeat root through a discarded box.
“Ricki.” He sighs and slumps his shoulders. “Wonder what happened to her... She was... more my later roommate’s friend...”
“Oh?” Echo tilts her head. “A laaaater roommate?” she emphasizes as if prying for information.
“I don’t...” Rig looks away and holds his arms. “Want to... talk about him...”
“Hmm...” Echo watches him a bit more. He continues to look away, hoping she can’t read minds... She shrugs at him. “Fair enough. So we’re going to head back to Buttonwood today. Should take a half a day—”
“What?” Rig asks, finally looking up at her. “It took one and a half days to get here from there.”
Echo wrinkles her nose. “Deacon took you on a run-around, didn’t he? I mean, sometimes it takes me that long if I lose my sense of direction, but Deacon has no excuse.”
“...So it doesn’t take that long to travel places here normally?”
“Assuming you don’t get lost or attacked by something, not usually.”
“Huh...” He looks at his Pip-Boy and switches the to map, hoping that it miraculously fixed itself aaaaand nope that’s a screen filled entirely with green. “...How did I mess this up this badly?” he mumbles. “What did I do? When did I even break this?”
“I have a friend who could fix that for you,” Echo says, snapping Rig out of his thoughts. “I’ll introduce you to him sometime, and we can get that taken care of.”
Rig looks down at the Pip-Boy, up at Echo, and then shakes his wrist. “I don’t like it. Take it off. I don’t want it on me.”
“I mean, it’s kinda useful when it’s not broken—”
“I’m left-handed,” Rig says. “It’s in the way.”
“Oh...” Echo chews her lip and then points off in a direction. “When we get back to my place, I’ll help get it off of you.”
“Please, I’ve been suffering for six hundred years.”
Echo grins. “Really? It’s been a millennium for me.”
“Tragic, truly,” Rig says. “Centuries of pain. Centri— Centrions of— Of buffering.”
“Sleep not enough for you?” Echo laughs. “You still have a loading screen in your mind?”
“It reads ‘flargent system plerror.’”
“Sounds like a glitch to me.”
“I am very much nonsensical.”
“You don’t say.” Echo chuckles and then whistles for Dogmeat to come back up to her. “Alright, let’s get back and get you some actual breakfast.”
“Bokay.” Rig looks down and pokes his stomach. “Still not hungry... Weird... Am I dreaming?” He looks up at Echo. “Am I dreaming?”
“This is reality,” she says. “If you’re delirious, though, that’s on you.”
He furrows his brow. “Hmm.” He blinks when something nudges his hand and he looks down to see Dogmeat. He smiles and crouches down to pet him. “I like your dog,” he says. “He’s a good dog.”
“He’s his own man,” Echo nods. “Let’s get going.”
Rig nods and stands back up, and he follows after her.
“Do you think this is just a dream?” Echo asks, tilting her head towards him. “Is that why you’re taking it so well? If it’s only been a few days...”
“All that we see or seem,” Rig utters on impulse. Well, on a more substantial impulse than most of his other impulsive dialogue. “Flargent system plerror” and all. He shakes his head. “It— Buh. It started to sink in on my second day? But I... I mean...”
He darts his eyes around, at the structures cobbled together with scrap and good intentions. At the people going on their early morning business. Everyone still living despite all the destruction that occurred... Everything and everyone that seems to know what they’re doing with experience far exceeding his own. Even children run around, giggling with more confidence as they play tag on streets familiar to them than he has in any ounce of his body. The brunette and the man with black hair and sunglasses she’s chatting with probably both have some purpose or direction with their life that he never had, even before a war he doesn’t remember happening...
He sighs. “Don’t know what to do,” he says. He tiptoes through his word choices. No impulse, this time. He needs to put thought behind what he says, at least every now and then. He motions at his head. “Very. Not in the right mindset to figure out anything. Just want to prove I’m not a murderer and... put off finding a place for myself as long as I can... I can’t work with— With a big, scary goal like what— what my life is going to be like now. Everything’s changed but... I haven’t yet. I’m like...” He clasps his hands together. “In a bubble. Just— Bloop— Floating around. But...” He pulls his hands away, mimicking an explosion. “Boom. Pop. Something’s... gonna happen. Bubbles burst. I don’t know enough to say if I’ll be fine when it does...”
“Hmm.” Echo hums. “Poetic.”
He blinks and then smiles. “Yeah...?”
“What did you do before the war?” she asks. “After we clear your name, that will help figure out what you can do now...”
“I...” He stops and stares ahead, mind racing as he thinks back to the conversation from the night before. Does he say what Rig would say? Does he say the truth? Does he lie? He can’t fix computers. He broke the one on his wrist just by trying to take it off. Stupid— Stupid— He’s so stupid—
“Rig?” Echo asks, and he jolts and looks at her. “Do you... not remember what you did, or...?”
“...I cleaned,” he says, falling back on what he told Tim— Told Deacon. “I cooked and cleaned. Didn’t get out much ‘less my roommate took me to hang out with his friends. I, um...” He wiggles his hand as he tries to remember the right words. “Followed instructions to do things? Like... putting together parts to... make things. Didn’t really... Learn to do big things...”
“What about school?” she continues. “You said you came here for school?”
His lips thin. Lectures in large rooms full of a hundred or more strangers. Struggles to write papers in different formats for similar classes. Sickness from stress over fear of wasting money by failing classes. The lack of relief from passing every class, knowing it’d start all over again next semester... Quitting before getting far enough for it to matter... “No,” he says, quiet and kicking at dirt and lost dreams. “Failed and had to drop out. Didn’t learn anything.” Lies, lies, lies.
He had a 4.0.
He learned math and science.
He was going to be a scientist.
He gave up and became nothing...
He glances to Echo to see her watching him again. She looks... What is that? Sympathy? Oh, because he’s... sad he failed, right... That makes sense...
“That’s alright,” she says, smiling at him in comfort he doesn’t deserve from a stranger. “We’ll find something for you to do. But first, we’re going to prove your innocence. I promise.”
He swallows and nods. “Thank— Thank you.” He looks up at his surroundings again...
They’re back at Echo’s place and he didn’t even realize.
———
Rig spends a good amount of time flexing his wrist after Echo gets the Pip-Boy off of him. He doesn’t know what she did with it, nor does he care. He’s just happy to have his wrist free from the imprisonment of a big bulky thing and not having to use his right hand for stuff he rather use his left for.
Floating under cover — I feel like I’m in a bubble
He eats the breakfast Echo gives him, drinks the Nuka-Cola she passes him, feels no different about if he’s hungry or thirsty, yet feels better somehow...
Floating undercover - Feeling like I’m in a bubble
Nick gets back. Deacon gets back, in new clothes. Weird, he looks like that man with the dark hair he saw earlier... They head out of the city and make their way back to Buttonwood, first past the skeletal remains of old Boston buildings... This was once Boston, that’s why it looks familiar...
Floating in a— No wait...
Floating undercover - Feeling like I’m in a bubble
Safety hidden— No, hmm...
Safety missing from the picture - Bad luck could lead to trouble
“So, Rigsby,” Deacon says, and Rig jumps and looks at him. “You got a dreamy look on your face. All soft and quiet, like something’s running through your mind. Thinking of someone special?” He frames his fingers around Nick and Echo up ahead. “Because, telling you now, if it’s a certain detective or his partner, both of them are working their legs off running in each other’s minds already...” He moves the finger frame to Dogmeat sniffing at things up ahead. “Dogmeat, though... That pup has enough energy to—”
“Cadence,” Rig says.
“That’s a weird name, but I’m not here to judge.”
“I like your cadence,” Rig clarifies. “It’s a good...” He twirls a finger around. “It’s a good sound— words— thing. All— All, uh...” He makes a click with the tip of his tongue. Exactly where the word he’s looking for is supposed to be. “It’s dry but... springy. Like— Like a mattress. I could lay on— lie on? Lie—?” He sighs and motions at Deacon with a stiff gesture. “I like how you talk.”
Deacon chuckles, sounding a bit nervous, and takes a step to the side, away from Rig. “Coming on a little strong there, huh?”
Rig blinks. “What?” He pauses a moment, thinking of nothing as he tries to wait for whatever Deacon means to manifest in his mind. “What?” he asks, even more confused than from all the comments from the other day.
“You mean you’re not...?” Deacon looks over Rig. He blows air past his lips and chuckles again, just as nervous as before but this time with an added embarrassment. “Oh, right, of course you wouldn’t be— So you just say things without thinking about how weird it sounds, huh?”
“Gee,” Nick calls from over his shoulder. “It’s not like we know anyone else who does that.”
Echo snorts.
Rig frowns. “I... speak... not good.” He groans and face palms. At least he can use his left hand and not have it be uncomfortable now.
“Hmm.” Deacon smirks. “What I would give to see what it’s like in your head if this is how you talk.”
Echo turns around to point finger guns at him. “If you want me to track down Whisper—”
“No.” Deacon crosses his arms and sweeps his hands out. “N-O. I don’t want her in my head. You know this.”
“You say that like I can stop her,” Echo smirks and turns back around. “She loves her soaps, after all.”
“Ugh,” Deacon shudders. “I’m going to be self-conscious about what I think for, uh... life.”
“What?” Rig asks again.
“Don’t worry about it,” Echo says.
“There are people with psychic powers?”
“Don’t worry about iiiiit,” Echo says. She looks back at him. “Also, yes.”
“Wow...” Rig taps his chin in thought and then points as he thinks of something. “What about aliens?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Deacon grins. “Met several myself. They were all...” He puts on a higher voice, “‘Deacon, you’re so cool and charming, you should come with us to our home planet’ and I was all...” He uses a manly, heroic tone, “‘Sorry, I have a duty to the Earth’.”
“Lucky,” Echo huffs up. “The ones I met tried to kill me.”
Nick sighs. “Don’t listen to either of them.”
Dogmeat barks.
“Exactly,” Nick says. “Thank you, Dogmeat.”
“You can talk to dogs?” Rig gasps.
“Sure, I can,” Nick says. “Now, understanding them, that’s another story...”
“Oh...” Rig looks away in disappointment.
“I can understand him,” Echo counters. “Nick, Dogmeat was agreeing with me.”
Nick sighs. “I just don’t want to give Rig the wrong idea about things.”
“I dunno,” Deacon says. “He’s met a ghoul, he’s met a synth, why not introduce him to an alien too?”
“Well, if you know any that won’t try and steal his brain or something, then be my guest.”
“Oh, sure, Rig want to ditch these two and go meet—”
“Shh,” Echo hushes.
Deacon shuts up immediately and reaches for something. Dogmeat is alert, Nick watching for something, Echo listening...
Rig glances to them, tensing up but in no way knowing what to do or what’s going on.
“Deacon,” Nick whispers. “You hang back with Rig. Get under cover and wait for us.”
“Rigsby.” Deacon motions for Rig to follow.
Rig swallows and nods and shuffles after Deacon. They duck into a building, just as Dogmeat growls and charges off behind them, and just as Echo and Nick shout and take off after.
“Hey.”
Rig looks up and sees Deacon leaning against a long forgotten desk, gun drawn, but grinning at him.
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” Deacon motions for Rig to step out of the way. “You’re in good hands. I mean, I get that pre-war values ‘killing is wrong’ and ‘I’m not a murderer and I’d never kill anyone’ and all, but things are a bit more laissez-faire here... We’re the good guys, though. It’s self-defense or because someone is doing terrible things...”
Rig thins his lips and walks around looking at what’s there to find in the office they’re camping in... “Don’t know if I could... Y’know...”
“It’d defeat the point of proving you didn’t commit a murder,” Deacon nods. “I get it, don’t worry. Besides, I don’t think you could hurt a bloatfly even if you wanted to. And trust me, you want to before they get you.”
“Hmm.” Rig spies what looks like a magazine tucked between a filing cabinet and the wall. He tugs it out and brushes some of the dirt and grime off the cover... His eyes widen and he thumbs first to the table of contents and then to the correct page...
“Find something?” Deacon asks.
“Mm-hmm.” Where is...? There. Perfect. Still readable.
He tears out the page and tosses the rest of the magazine onto the top of the filing cabinet.
“You want just the one page?” Deacon cranes his neck, but Rig gently folds the page and slides it into his pocket. “What’s on it?”
“...A poem,” Rig says. “By, um... Apollo Ray.”
“You a fan or something...?”
“...Yeah...”
“What’s the poem about...?”
“...Love poem...”
“Aww, the sappy, romantic type, huh?”
“Oh.” Rig shakes his head. “No, it’s terrible. Superficial and bubblegum.”
Deacon lifts his brow. “But you’re still taking it?”
“...Because it’s by Apollo Ray,” he says.
“Sure, okay.” Deacon grins. “Let me tell you about my favorite poet, Leslie ‘Pit Boss’ Hamilton... Wrote great works such as ‘Put the Gorilla Back in the Cage or So Help Me’.”
“A classic,” Rig says as he explores more. “Apes belong in cages, not loose on city streets. Put it back behind its bars or so help me, I’ll feed you to it as treats.” He finds a few pens and a piece of dirty paper and tests the pens out and pockets the ones that work. He realizes how quiet it is after a moment and looks up to find Deacon grinning madly at him. “...What?”
“You make that up on the spot?” he asks.
“...Yeah.”
He laughs. “Wow. So you’re a poet too, then?”
Rig shrugs. He opens a drawer and something jumps out at him, and he immediately leaps out of the way, his arms flinging up to protect himself from whatever monstrous creature that was, only to watch its guts explode seconds after. He looks at Deacon and his smoking gun.
“Radroach,” Deacon shrugs, nonchalant. “You okay?”
Rig nods and just. Closes the drawer. If there’s anything in there, he doesn’t want it. Terrifying. Absolutely horrible. If this is a dream, he’d like to wake up now, please.
“If you think that’s scary, wait until you see a Deathclaw.” Deacon motions with his hand above his head. “Big, scary meatheads. Twenty feet of scaly skin and murder claws. Not friendly.”
Rig grimaces. “Right...”
“But, you know, not impossible to take down! Echo went toe-to-claw with one a while back. That’s how she got that wicked face scar.”
Rig thumbs the scar under his lip. That’s a cooler story than how he got his... And Echo’s is... down the side of her face, and very visible, even with the sunglasses on... Probably was really painful... “Yeah?” he asks.
“Yep. Good ol’ Echo. I could tell you loads of stories about her and Nick.”
Rig perks up. “Yeah?”
———
Echo and Nick make their way back to Deacon and Rig, with Dogmeat trotting along just ahead of them.
“Well, that’s going to slow us down getting to Buttonwood,” Nick groans.
“Yeah,” Echo sighs. “So much for it taking half a day...”
“I was expecting more a day and a half anyway,” Nick says. He smirks and gently nudges her. “Especially with you leading us.”
Echo groans. “I get it, I get lost.” They lapse into silence for a bit, enjoying the peace of the now empty streets. “So...” she starts.
“So,” Nick replies.
“Soooooo...” Echo chews her lip and then decides the best course of action is to just say it. “Rig really is from Pre-War.”
“You got an ‘echo’ from him?” Nick asks.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums. “Saw him in a Pre-War home talking to the original Rig...”
“So he’s not a synth,” Nick says. “I— hmm...”
Echo gives him a look. “...What?”
“Nothing,” Nick says. “Deacon and I have a little bet, that’s all...”
“That he’s a synth?”
“No, not specifically,” Nick chuckles. “Deacon bet he could sleuth out who or what this Rig is before I can. If you know, don’t tell us. That’s cheating, apparently. Synth was my best guess so far.” He hums. “Maybe a clone...”
“We’ll workshop it,” Echo grins. She looks ahead at the sound of laughter. “Sounds like those two are having a good time.”
“Too good a time, if you ask me,” Nick says. “Those two get on a bit too well. Like peas in a pod. Not sure how I feel about there being two Deacons.”
“Except one has all the charisma and intelligence, and the other has all the style.”
Nick laughs. “Rig’s the one with the style, I’m guessing.”
“Mm-hmm.” Echo giggles and then walks into the office where Deacon and Rig are chatting. “Hey.” She pauses to let Dogmeat squeeze past her and run up to Rig who eagerly pets him. “We’re back.”
“Eeey!” Deacon grins. “There’s my favorite sharpshooter. We were just talking about you.”
“Oh no,” Echo groans. She looks at Rig. “Whatever he told you, it’s probably a lie.”
Rig shrugs. “I mean, I figured. He said you took on a Deathclaw on your own and that’s how you got your cool scar?” He motions up and down the right side of his face.
Echo’s hand goes to the right side of her face, where her scar is. “Oh, uh... that one is true...”
“Oh!” Rig blinks several times. “Wait, so then what about the story about you kissing a synth detective in a heat of passion after narrowly escaping death?”
Echo’s face turns red as she turns to glare at Deacon’s smarmy grin.
“Oh look at the time!” Deacon looks at his empty wrist. “Is it time to pick up lunch already? I’ll be right back—”
Nick stands in the doorway, a light dusting of blue on his cheeks, and gives Deacon a look. “With all the lies you’ve been feeding the kid, I can’t imagine he’d be hungry now.”
Rig smiles and covers it with his hand as he looks away. In his other hand, he feels along the spine of a book. Echo looks at it and hums.
“What did you find?” she asks. Dogmeat walks back up to her and sits at her side.
“Hmm?” Rig looks at her and then down at the book in his hand. “Oh... Journal. Mostly blank, slightly damaged...”
Deacon shakes his head. “I asked him what he was going to do with it and he said write. Can you believe it? Like some kind of writer.”
“Not a bad idea,” Nick says. “Anyway, this pitstop really slowed us down. We ought to get moving again if we want to be somewhere safe by nightfall.”
“And you.” Echo points at Rig. “Whatever Deacon tells you about us, unless Nick or I say otherwise, assume it’s a lie. Actually, assume most things he says are a lie.”
“Guilty as charged.” Deacon chuckles. “But that’s part of my charm.”
“Compulsive lying isn’t very charming,” Nick says.
“I’ll win you over eventually,” Deacon grins. “Just you wait. Echo’s got competition.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
Dogmeat barks. Echo grins and pets him.
“That’s right, Dogmeat,” she says. “I don’t have competition. Alright.” She stands straight and whistles, and Dogmeat stands back up. “Ready to go, boys?”
“Hey, first?” Deacon asks. “Do you want to see the cool radroach I killed earlier?”
“No!”
“C’mon, it had a cool hat and everything.”
“...What kind of hat?”
Nick rolls his eyes. “Rig, Dogmeat, let’s leave these two to poke dead bugs on their own.”
Rig hurries out after Nick with Dogmeat following behind.
Echo looks after them and then at Deacon. “So...?”
“He likes a poet called Apollo Ray and can write his own poems too,” Deacon says. “That’s all I’ve got for you so far. What did you and Nick...?”
“Ferals.”
“Ah. ...Now, seriously, do you want to see this radroach?”
Echo wrinkles her nose. She turns and heads out after the others.
Deacon grins and stands there a moment. “No?” His smile drops and he sighs and shoves his hand under his sunglasses to rub his eyes. He takes a breath, plasters a smile back on his face, and then hurries to catch up.
———
Echo belongs to @falloutglow who also helped with writing this story.
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2 “Can I buy you a drink?”
5 “If I go through with this, I die. If I don’t, we all die.”
7 “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”
8 “This is all your fault.” “I hope so.”
9 “I’d rather be pecked to death by a flock of hummingbirds.”
11 “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”
12 “Excuse me! I was a superhero for ten whole minutes!” “And in that time you got kidnapped and we had to come to the rescue”
13 “I am way too sober for this.”
14 “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”
15 “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”
17 “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course, I’m in.”
19 “Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”
20 “You can’t just turn into a bat and fly away when you don’t want to deal with things!” “Watch me!”
21 “Wait, you’re a superhero?” “How do you not know? My face is literally on the news on a weekly basis.” “I’m in grad school. I won’t have time to follow popular media until I finish my thesis. You’re lucky I’ve carved out some non-existent free time to date you.”
22 “I’m just really tired of watching you get thrown off the tops of buildings”
23 “Whether you believe in me or not, I will continue to exist.”
24 “I don’t care where I sleep, as long as it’s with you.”
25 “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
27 “I want to go home.” “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart. Time to accept that.”
30 “Nope. I can’t go to hell. Satan still has a restraining order against me.”
31 “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”
32 “Define normal.”
33 “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
34 “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
35 “And you wonder why you’re still single.”
36 “Remind me to kill you. Please.”
37 “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”
38 “Were you dropped on your head?”
39 “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
40 “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
41 “My middle finger salutes you.”
42 “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”
43 “I don’t think I could ever stab someone. I mean, let’s be honest. I can barely get the straw in the Capri Sun.”
44 “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
45 “Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.”
46 “Oh darling. Go buy a brain.”
47 “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
48 “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
49 “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
50 “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
51 “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.”
52 “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
53 “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
54 “I need therapy after this.”
55 “I’m not weird. I am limited edition.”
56 “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
57 “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
58 “If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur.”
59 “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”
61 “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”
62 “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
63 “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
64 “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”
65 “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
66 “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
67 “The female of the species is more deadly than the male.”
68 “Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.”
69 “She’s hot, but she’s evil.”
70 “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
71 “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
72 “Go on, knock his teeth down his throat.”
73 “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”
74 “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
75 “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
76 “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
77 “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”
78 “A little gasoline… blowtorch… no problem.”
79 “Good, bad, I’m the one with the gun.”
80 “I know you can’t kill anybody, ‘cause I can’t kill anybody.”
81 “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”
82 “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”
83 “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
85 “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”
87 “You successfully cured him/her of anything interesting about his/her personality.”
88 “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
89 “Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.”
90 “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
92 “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”
93 “I care so little, I almost passed out.”
95 “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”
96 “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”
97 “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
98 “How’s life treating you?” “Like I ran over it’s dog.”
99 “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
100 “Oh God, we’re not gonna have to hug or anything, are we.”
101 “I’m so glad you could come.” “Cut the crap. Give me a drink.”
103 “Have fun being a big deal.” “I will.”
105 “It’s called thinking. Go with it.”
106 “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.”
108 “I’m getting real bored and impatient. I don’t do bored and impatient.”
109 “The girl is strange no question.”
110 “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”
111 “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”
112 “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”
113 “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
114 “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”
115 “I’m not shy. I’m just examining my prey.”
116 “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
117 “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”
118 “Are you crying? No, I’m impersonating a fountain.”
121 “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”
122 “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”
123 “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”
124 “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”
125 “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”
126 “Such big evil in such a little thing.”
127 “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”
128 “What does not kill you will likely try again.”
129 “Oh honey, I would but… I don’t want to.”
130 “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”
132 “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”
133 “What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.”
134 “In another life, I think I was in a mental institution.”
135 “I’m not crazy. I’m just interesting.”
136 “Don’t make me pop your ten grand sand bags honey.”
137 “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”
138 “If you touch my food, I’ll have no choice but to hurt you.”
139 “I found this cat. It doesn’t matter how exactly I found it, but we’re keeping it.”
140 “When I was a child, I wanted to be a fire hydrant because I wanted to help people. Well, it was a real let down when my mother told me that being an inanimate object wasn’t a valid option.”
141 “There’s not a single day in my life when I haven’t been thoroughly humiliated and it’s too late to change now.”
142 “Unfortunately, my tears of joy and tears of sadness are not so easy to tell apart.”
143 “Sex dream? About you? Nah…it was about, uh, my uncle!”
144 “How did I break my leg? Well, it’s a long story.”
145 “The punch was out of love. For myself.”
146 “I can 100 percent fall down those stairs without getting hurt.”
147 “You act like I’ve never been lost in a foreign country before.”
148 “I always knew I’d be digging my own grave, I just never expected it would be digging a literal grave.”
149 “I did not eat the cookies. I’ve never even seen a cookie in my life.”
150 “Closets are my mortal enemy. And snakes.”
151 “I am wearing your clothes but not for the reason you think I am.”
152 “I’m trapped under the bed again.” “What do you mean ‘again’?”
153 “I shouldn’t have to tell you not to eat that.”
154 “I’m no longer permitted to enter the city zoo because I ‘allegedly’ don’t understand boundaries.”
155 “I didn’t eat your chocolate bar–Oh, I have chocolate on my face? In that case, it attacked me.”
156 “They told me not to take that selfie in the emergency room but now I have a great profile pic for Halloween!”
157 “I’m not saying I’d fight a child, I’m merely saying my legs are longer, my arms are stronger, and my brain is superior.”
158 “I’ve never been to Japan until today, but I have no idea how I got here.”
159 “We rock, paper, scissors-ed it and I played fire. I won in principle, but lost in morality.”
160 “Trains are fun until you’re fighting the conductor.”
161 “The first time I saw the ocean I cried, but that’s mostly because I was choking on seawater.”
162 “There is no sign in the library that says no birds so how was I to know.”
163 “The chokehold was out of love. Why can’t you see that?”
164 “I know the police.” “What? You know all the police?” “Well, it’s more like they know me.”
165 “I thought I could do parkour, nay, believed but my faith is weak and my body weaker.”
166 “I only got stuck in a baby swing once. The other two times I managed to get myself out before the fire department arrived.”
167 “Elbows and knees. That’s the fight club motto.” “No, it’s really not.”
168 “I don’t get lost. I take the long way.”
169 “There’s a snake in my boot. No, I’m serious. Why is there a snake in my boot?”
170 “My doctor told me chocolate syrup is not an actual beverage. The more you know, huh?”
171 “I don’t fall in love. I faceplant.”
172 “If you try to high five a police officer, they will taze you.”
173 “I can do the splits but not on purpose.”
174 “I am the ruler of pigeons now. I didn’t know I was even a candidate, but here we are.”
175 “To be fair, I’m surprised I didn’t break more fingers.”
176 “Who knew bear traps were that common?”
177 “I will run away with you.”
178 “I am never coming back.”
179 “I forget time and space when I’m with you.”
180 “I don’t belong in your universe.”
181 “I’m dynamite ready to explode.”
182 “I don’t know where you’ve gone. It’s like you aren’t here anymore.”
183 “We are in this together – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not giving up that easily.”
184 “You don’t even have to hold me, and I still feel safe with you.”
187 “Everything you think I need isn’t what I need. What I need is you.”
188 “I always come back to you.”
189 “You have to keep fighting.”
191 “I’m begging you. Please.”
192 “I need you to let me all the way in.”
193 “This was all just a game to you… wasn’t it?”
194 “I will give you heaven and I will give you hell.”
195 “Please, be gentle with me. I’ll break if you aren’t careful enough.”
197 “I can assure you that you are safe here… with me.”
198 “It is my duty to take care of you, so stop forcing me away.”
199 “Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right from your lungs.”
200 “Take it – I don’t care. Take it all!”
201 “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”
202 “You make me feel things that I’m not supposed to feel. Why? Why do you have this control over me? You’ve taken over most of my thoughts. It’s infuriating.”
203 “Would you look at that? Anger does fuel me.”
204 “I don’t even remember the last time I got a decent amount of sleep. I’m hallucinating things, I can’t focus for more than five minutes… I’m going crazy.”
205 “You were always beside me.”
206 “What happened to us? To you? I miss it.”
207 “There is no good in goodbye.”
208 “Say it again.”
209 “You look happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the reason for it.”
210 “Sometimes we get hurt and we just have to find a way to overcome it, and sometimes… sometimes it’s not enough to heal the wounds.”
211 “You’ll understand. You have to.”
212 “You lit a fire in my veins ever since the first time we held hands.”
213 “Don’t stop.”
215 “I don’t care! I don’t!”
216 “There are times I can drink the pain away, but this time it’s become impossible.”
217 “This pain… it’s still fresh. Give me time.”
218 “Your memory will burn like a fire.”
219 “It just keeps spreading and spreading and spreading and I can’t stop it.”
220 “I won’t ever forget you.”
221 “I think I’m losing myself, and I don’t know if I can ever come back from this.”
222 “I prefer being alone.”
223 “To see you smile, I would do anything.”
224 “If you’re reading this then that means… that means I didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”
225 “Fuck, I wish I could give you one more kiss, to feel your warmth, to see you smile… I miss you so much.”
226 “Don’t go too far, alright? I wanna be able to catch up to you, just give me time.”
227 “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there.”
228 “You stood up for me.”
229 “You keep giving me excuses, what’s your problem?”
230 “Always be kind.”
231 “You’re so warm.”
232 “Oh my god! That was so not funny. These are fake tears, and that was sarcasm.”
234 “Daddy.”
235 “Run me over with your car.”
236 “Ew. Emotions.”
237 “I’m sorry, was I supposed to laugh?”
238 “Stab me. No, seriously. Stab me.”
239 “That’s so stupid. Please, do it again.”
240 “But I’m not her.”
241 “I need you to see yourself as I do.”
242 “Breathe.”
243 “What are you running from? Why are you so scared?”
244 “Let’s do something spontaneous!”
245 “I can still feel every little kiss you pressed to my cheek.”
247 “It’s feels like I’m suffocating.”
248 “This will be the last time you lie to me.”
249 “You know it’s not like that.”
251 “You’re never going to be the same after this.”
252 “I just think it’d be best if we never met.”
253 “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”
254 “You never loved me, did you?”
255 “It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”
256 “I hope you’re happy.”
257 “If you had have kept your mouth shut, then he’d still- he’d still be here!”
258 “What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”
259 “Now I have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Thanks, it means a lot.”
260 “You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”
261 “I knew she’d never change, she was too stubborn, too similar to me.”
262 “This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”
263 “I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”
264 “When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”
265 “You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”
266 “You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”
267 “I hope you got what you wanted.”
268 “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”
269 “When you die, I’ll be the first to dance on your grave.”
271 “If only you knew what you’d brought upon yourself.”
272 “We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”
273 “Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”
274 “Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”
275 “There is nothing worse than seeing you get what you want.”
276 “Your mind must be a horrible place.”
277 “You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”
278 “How is it that we always end up in this predicament?”
279 “I want to wipe that grin of your face with my sword, but my mother taught me to play nicely.”
280 “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.”
281 “Ah, well if you want them back alive, I suggest you lay down your own life.”
282 “Don’t be ‘smart’. The battlefield is no place for Math Scholars.”
283 “You shouldn’t have come. You can’t be-”
284 “Stop talking or tomorrow won’t come.”
285 “Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”
286 “I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.”
287 “If you live to see her, please send my best regards and this box of her father’s ashes.”
288 “It would’ve been nice to get to know you better, but I’m afraid I don’t care.”
289 “I can’t help but think you’re a terrible person.”
290 “Seeing your face has unconventionally made me want to die. I wasn’t quite prepared for this feeling.”
291 “You could have loved me, I’m quite good at seducing, but you’re actually vile.”
292 “I hope I see you in a bodybag sometime.”
293 “Let’s pretend you didn’t cheat on me with my sister and be good people for a few minutes.”
294 “We should probably stop talking forever.”
295 “If I hated you anymore, I think I’d probably be crowned as satan’s right-hand man.”
296 “To say I ‘tolerate you’ is a vast overstatement.”
297 “You broke her heart and came back for more, you bastard.”
298 “This isn’t fifth grade, this is a courtroom, you whore.”
299 “I think you’d be the perfect match for my ex-husband. He loved to sleep with multiple people.”
301 “Time was always a measurement of this relationship and we finally ran out.”
302 “Please don’t look at me with such hatred.”
303 “I could’ve died and you couldn’t have cared less.”
304 “Just get out. I- I don’t want you hear, just leave.”
305 “You’re not the same person I married, don’t tell me I’m wrong.”
306 “I wish you wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, it has the opposite effect of what you want.”
307 “Don’t hate me for this. You would’ve done the same.”
308 “This could’ve been the end and you were ready to let me go.”
309 “You should’ve left me, you could never deserve the person I’ve become.”
310 “Hate me all you want. I know I’m right.”
311 “Today you broke my arm, I hope tomorrow it’s not my heart.”
312 “Nothing can justify this, you’ve ruined him.”
313 “You live with so much guilt, I hope it drives you mad one of these days.”
314 “My life was ruined because of one mistake. You were that mistake.”
315 “You are everything I hate, don’t ever come back.”
316 “Evil doesn’t come close.”
317 “Your wrongdoings are becoming your pastimes.”
318 “I wish you had of just done it for the thrill of it, but now you’re in deep shit.”
319 “Next time, I won’t be here to salvage your wreckage. This is the last time.”
320 “You should have ruined me when you had the chance.”
321 “No one will keep your name alive. Once you’re gone, everything you once stood for disappears too.”
322 “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about your life without me.”
323 “This is always how it ends.”
324 “Break my heart once more, I dare you.”
325 “Forget how you loved me once, I mean nothing now.”
326 “This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, this is real life and I can go on without you.”
327 “You don’t own me, I don’t belong to you.”
328 “I should’ve died. That would’ve made you happy.”
329 “Are we going to carry on like this or are you going to give him back to me.”
330 “She drowned and he lost his mind.”
321 “We shouldn’t. You’re married and I’m pregnant.”
332 “You’ve never been loved, I can tell.”
333 “Who told you I needed fixing and what made you believe them?”
334 “You’re almost as far-gone as I am.”
335 “Maybe it’s best that we don’t go home.”
336 “Roaming the streets was never safe for her. What makes you think it’s different for you?”
337 “I think you’re going to ruin me. Am I right?”
338 “Do you remember our last feud? I wouldn’t want someone to lose their life again, would you?”
339 “Kiss me quick and leave them be.”
340 “I hate seeing you so sad. It’s just so dramatic how humans show emotions and being sad is such a boring one.”
341 “Will you ever forget my number? No? Ah, because you still love me.”
342 “After the funeral, let’s surrender.”
343 “What made you think I cared for you?”
344 “It’ll be fun explaining this to your sister. I hope she likes horror stories.”
345 “Don’t act as if we’re friends. I know how much you want to slit my throat.”
346 “Let’s not get angry. Let’s calmly and sensibly take this outside so I can ruin your face.”
347 “Please ruin yourself for me and I’ll watch in adoration as I fall apart as well.”
Already requested – but still requestable
1 “Fancy seeing you here.” “I work here.”
3 “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge” “Can I pick?”
4 “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit-ton of calories.” “Who even says that?” “Me. Just now.”
6 “No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidentally navigate us off a cliff.”
10 “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”
16 “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
18 “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”
26 “I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”
28 “Sometimes, memories are the worst torture.”
29 “You really have no clue who I am?” “You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”
60 “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
84 “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
91 “Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.”
94 “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”
102 “You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.”
104 “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”
107 “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”
119 “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”
120 “You’re kinda anti-social, you know that?”
131 “I’m gonna make you wish you were dead.”
185 “Be with me.”
186 “I’m vulnerable around you, and it only gets worse when you smile.”
190 “I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?”
196 “I promise I’ll be tender.”
214 “Please, just… touch me.”
233 “Damn damn diggity damn.”
246 “I need to be closer to you.”
250 “How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”
270 “Don’t underestimate me, I have more power than you can even comprehend.”
300 “I’m not coming home, don’t look for me.”
348 “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I break his nose a little?”
349 “Show me your scars.” “But… why?” “I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”
350 “She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed.” “It’s clear your feelings for her has.”
351 “Did you just… agree with me?” “Oh, I wish I could take-““Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”
352 “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”
353 “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner having another existential crisis.”
354 “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”
355 “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”
356 “It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”
357 “What are you afraid of?” “You.”
358 “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”
359 “It’s a long story” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”
360 “Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” “Well you better not mess this up”
361 “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!” “What do you want? A gold star.”
362 “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”
363 “What now?” “I don’t know. I thought the jump would kill us.”
364 “I saved your life.” “You pushed me off a building.”
365 “How do we keep getting into these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”
366 “We’re leaving.” “But they have a lobster tank in their basement.”
367 “Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!”
368 “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
369 “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”
370 “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.”
371 “I think that you’re not as dark as you want people to believe.”
372 “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”
373 “Why are they afraid of you?”
374 “Literally everything about this is illegal.”
375 “You love her don’t you?” “Was it that obvious?”
376 “Why me?” “Because you saw me when I was invisible.”
377 “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…. fall in love with me.”
378 “It’s okay. You don’t have to love me.”
379 “You know, no one bothered me this much when I was dead.”
380 “Only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me.”
381 “I’d know that smirk anywhere.”
382 “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
383 “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
384 “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
385 “If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
386 “If I survive, can I go home?”
387 “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
388 “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
389 “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”
390 “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
391 “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”
392 “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”
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Exodus and Fabian Cortez were both followers of Magneto during the 1990s, and they were opposites in many ways, to the point I think Exodus may have been designed specifically to contrast Cortez.
The first and most obvious point is loyalty, or lack thereof. Fabian Cortez was defined by betrayal, specifically betraying Magneto (murdering him, in fact) Though he would later serve both Exodus and Magneto (Mags returned because of course he did) he was always attempting to stab each of them in the back yet again.
Exodus, by contrast, has been Magneto’s most fanatically and consistently devoted follower to date in the comics. Not only does he align himself utterly with Magneto’s cause, but is also personally devoted to the man himself, to the point of caring for him while he was in a coma, and healing/rescuing him from death even when Magneto was among the X-Men and had denounced him.
The second point is morals in general. Exodus is an unusually noble villain, not unlike Magneto himself, and like Magneto has the same good intentions (sadly, his sanity is affected by his great power, also like Magneto, so sometimes he goes off the evil end too---mostly though, he’s very pure-hearted for a bad guy, sometimes more than Mags himself!) He is generally kind to his subordinates (whereas Fabian bullies his weaker ones, and killed his first team, including his own sister, as a sacrifice in his scheme to take over from Magneto), and has on occasion pulled his punches against foes such as the X-Men because he did not wish to kill them. Fabian Cortez, on the other hand, is a despicable underhanded piece of slime whose only interest is in his own gain and how he can use others to that end. Exodus is an extremist, but he has morals, whereas there’s no low that Fabian’t sink to. Also, Exodus is a true believer in Magneto’s cause; Fabian’s just in it for the power.
Third point is powers and skills. Fabian’s skillset is basically “support class” personified, and while he has found a clever way to use his seemingly benign abilities in deadly ways, he’s still a far-cry from Exodus. Exodus is a god-tier mutant, easily on-par with the likes of Apocalypse. He has multiple abilities, and they’re all very strong, to the point he was able to physically fight TWO teams of X-Men all at once while ALSO telepathically battling Rachel Summers AT THE SAME TIME! However, Fabian Cortez has shown proficiency with martial arts, firearms, military strategy, politics, espionage/intel-gathering, and psychological manipulation. Exodus has never demonstrated any of this, instead always relying on his incredible and myriad mutant abilities---a luxury that Fabian has never had, which is probably why he’s instead worked to develop so many other talents to give him an edge.
Finally, women. Exodus has never shown the slightest romantic interest in a woman, claims to have taken a vow of celibacy, and once encouraged a woman not to let “unworthy men” drag her down. Then there’s Fabian, who force-kissed Psylocke during his first fight with the X-Men, had plans to create a harem for himself, and violently pulled the hair of a female subordinate while she was kneeling between his spread legs. When Exodus took over, he promoted this same woman to FABIAN’S job on the team, RIGHT IN FRONT OF FABIAN. It was beautiful.
They also served the same masters in reverse order. Exodus began as a servant of Apocalypse, who awakened his powers. However, he swiftly turned on him when Apocalypse tried to make him kill his best friend, and Apocalypse sealed him in a coma. Magneto awakened him centuries later, and Exodus has followed him ever since. In the cartoon, Magneto hurls Fabian into space for betraying him, where is rescued by Apocalypse, and becomes his servant.
Also, for the m/m fans out there...Exodus is arguably in love with Magneto, and yet it was possibly Fabian who Magneto was attracted to.
So, you know what I would love to see in an adaptation? Like a new X-Men cartoon or movie or video game? Exodus and Fabian serving Magneto together. At the same time. Because that’s never happened.
See, Exodus is absolutely devoted to Mags, but between his great power and the great power of Magneto, writers realized you can’t really have them on the same side at the same time or EVERYONE IS TOAST, so they’ve pretty much been juggling ways to make sure they’re not both active as villains at the same time. During the 1990s, that was generally done by putting one or the other in a coma (like this happened to both at least once each, it was ridiculous), then in the 2000s Magneto was “dead” for awhile again, and then he came back and has pretty much been with the X-Men since, whilst Exodus has taken his place among many of his former followers as their leader (but still hoping he’ll return---another difference between him and Fabian is that Exodus doesn’t want to be a leader, he wants to follow Magneto, yet he winds up in his place a lot...whereas Fabian is eternally trying to usurp whoever is in charge, but hasn’t had a lot of success since his original victory)
So, the fact that Exodus pretty much never gets to actually be by Magneto’s side in his active service, means that he and Fabian have never gotten to serve Magneto concurrently. And like...I think that would be a great setup? Because look at how well they contrast and bounce off each other! And from Magneto’s perspective, it would make sense--you’ve got Exodus for power, Fabian for strategy and politic and relating to people. Plus, I’d like to see an adaptation where someone other than Mystique as Magneto’s right hand, because she never worked with him in the comics, whereas both these guys were his “right hand man” at different times in the same decade. No offense to her, just I feel like that setup has gotten a bit stale since the Evo cartoon *and* the X-movies did it.
Also I just really, really love Exodus and Fabian Cortez both, and I feel like their differences help emphasize who they are that much more by comparison with one another, and I’d really like to see them having to work together for Magneto and the dynamics that could come out of that, like Fabian trying to make Exodus look bad to gain Magneto’s favor and stuff like that. I just think it’d be great, and it’s about time these guys got some spotlight!
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Prompt list
please take note NONE OF THESE ARE MINE i’ve only taken a few from random blogs around tumblr so i dont own any of these prompts im juts browwowing them and using them if anyone had a problem with that please message me privatly.
secondly when requestting using the prompts plase include
1. pairing eg. Jasperxoc EmmettxRosaliexchildoc
2. the prompt number eg. C.127 and b.12 (note plese refrain from using any more than 3 prompts per request but feel free to request different ideas as many time as you like)
note there are 3 seprate prompt list A, B and c so when reqeusting add what letter A.6 C.89
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PROMPT LIST A
1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”
2. “Define normal.”
3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”
4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”
6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”
7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”
8. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”
9. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”
10. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
11. “Were you dropped on your head?”
12. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”
13. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”
14. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”
15. “If I survive, can I go home?”
16. “My middle finger salutes you.”
17. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”
18. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”
19. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”
20. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”
21. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
22. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”
23. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”
24. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”
25. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”
26. “I need therapy after this.”
27. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”
28. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”
29. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”
30. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”
31. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”
32. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”
33. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”
34. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”
35. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”
36. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”
37. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”
38. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”
39. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
40. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”
41. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”
42. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
43. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”
44. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”
45. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”
46. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”
47. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”
48. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”
49. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”
50. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”
51. “I like you. You’re different.”
52. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”
53. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”
54. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”
55. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”
56. “I care so little, I almost passed out.”
57. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”
58. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”
59. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”
60. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”
61. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”
62. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”
63. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”
64. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.”
65. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”
66. “The girl is strange no question.”
67. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”
68. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”
69. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”
70. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”
71. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”
72. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”
73. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”
74. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”
75. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”
76. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”
77. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”
78. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”
79. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”
80. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”
81. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”
82. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”
83. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”
84. “That’s starting to get annoying”
85. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
PROMPT LIST B
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
PROMPT LIST C
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“I love you, please don’t go.”
“Stay here tonight.”
“Please don’t walk out of that door.”
“I thought things were going great.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“You make every day worth living.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
“You meant too much to me.”
“I won’t let you.”
“How could you ask me that?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”
“I’ve got you.”
“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“How are you feeling today?”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“We’ll figure this out.”
“This isn’t goodbye.”
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
“Wanna go grab a drink?”
“What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Kiss me.”
“I care about you.”
“You could have warned me!”
“That was unexpected.”
“You haven’t lost me.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t cry.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“You make me feel safe.”
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
“Thank you, for everything.”
“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“You’re always on my mind.”
“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
“You’ve always felt like home.”
“I can’t imagine this world without you.”
“You make me feel alive.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“Who cares about what they think?”
“Let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You’ve always got me.”
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
“Is this okay?”
“You look like you could use a hug.”
“Did you need something?”
“Do you have a ride home?”
“I am home.”
“What happened back there?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why me?”
“I’m right where I belong.”
“Fine.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”
“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
“You need sleep.”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you doing?”
“What did you expect?”
“You’re not alone.”
“We’re meant for each other.”
“You’re worth it.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
“I’ve always been honest with you.”
“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”
“Just breathe, okay?”
“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”
“Going somewhere?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
“You’re so adorable.”
“I’m better, now that you’re here.”
“I could never forget you.”
“Forget it.”
“That’s in the past.”
“You make me happy.”
“You’re more than that.”
“I won’t lose you too.”
“Come cuddle.”
“Can’t you stay a little longer?”
“It’s not that easy.”
“I’ve had enough.”
“I fell in love with you, not them.”
“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“You love me as if I deserve you.”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”
“I found it in the recycling bin.”
“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”
“This is… exactly what it looks like.”
“There’s so much blood.”
“You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”
“I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”
“We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”
“Is that a tattoo?”
“I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”
“What do you think? Is purple my color?”
“That is way too expensive.”
“Girls night in?”
“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
“I was scared and I ran.”
“I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”
“You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”
“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
“I love you. I just love her more.”
“A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”
“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”
“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy. I said “hex party” as in witches.”
“You wanted me to walk in on you.”
“This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”
“Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”
“I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”
“Hold my hand until it’s over?”
“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”
“I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”
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