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"nel bene e nel male" - eren x reader, 18+!!!
i have several other wips working right now but i fell in love with the "ti penso" universe so i wanted to follow this eren x reader a little further down the road. i wouldn't call it a series but....i love them.
this is from eren's pov, so we get to see how he thinks of reader, their relationship, etc. and it was SO fun to get in his head. i love ti penso eren sm and he's adorable, so i hope u guys like this one as much as the last!
pairing: eren x afab!reader
wc: 4.8k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut (duh), knife (not in a sexual way like a cooking way bu still), consensual hook-up, established relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving) penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby), crying, cheating (don't worry it's a trick), multiple orgasm, creampie, aftercare, eren being a nervous wreck
title means "for better or for worse" in italian i LOVE these two mwah xxxx
Eren isn’t really a middle-ground kind of guy. The world’s black and white the way he sees it, so he either loves something, or he hates it. He hates the soreness settling in his bones, loves seeing the familiar city lights again after the last few days.
He’s been in Dubai on business this week; loved the food, hated his hotel room, loved the locals, hated the plane ride, and while the loves outweighed the hates enough to make the trip great, it didn’t compare to what was waiting for him in New York. Eren’s fortunate enough to be coming home to a little slice of his own personal heaven, ready to open his apartment door to find you in his favorite position: wearing one of his old t-shirts, snuggled up on the couch, reading if he had to put money on it. Maybe he’ll get lucky, and you’ll be cooking. God, he’s so sick of hotel food and airport food he could cry.
In the elevator, sliding up through the building to the seventy-first floor, he gets a rush of elation at the familiarity of it all. He studies the mirrored wall, smirking to himself when the memory of him pressing you against it, two fingers deep in you, surfaces. That’s something else he loves: unraveling you where someone could see, watching how flustered you get. Eren’s first order of business, he decides, is to shower. His second order of business will be to bury himself between your legs: cock, face, fingers, whatever you prefer. He’s feeling generous and homesick.
The smell of garlic and oil hits his nose when he opens the door; Eren has to bite back a groan. After Ymir and Historia’s wedding, you two developed a bit of a love affair with Italy, and had returned enough times for you to master the cuisine. Italian food now reminds him of you, of that first indulgence in years against the wall of his villa apartment, and his legs nearly buckle at the sensation of it all.
“Missed you.” Your back is to him when he ambles into the kitchen, cutting tomatoes, so he settles for pressing himself up against your back, cradling your hips in his hands. Your little sleep shorts rub against his crotch, and Eren hopes he has the willpower to at least make it through dinner without tearing you open.
“Mm,” you hum noncommittally, letting him grope you. Eren frowns into your hair; that wasn’t exactly the enthusiastic welcome he was expecting.
“You okay?”
“Fine,” you shrug. He peeks around your shoulder; your cheeks are wet.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Eren grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him. When he recognizes the look in your eyes, he almost wishes he hadn’t.
When you’re angry, you shout, you cry a little, normal stuff. When you’re really angry, you’re cold. The look in your eyes tells him he’s done something very bad, a look of icy apathy, disinterest. He hasn’t seen it since you left him on the sidewalk outside of your last apartment together, before Italy, before the last two years of domestic bliss he’s enjoyed with you amidst your crazy work schedules. Eren’s heart drops to his stomach.
“Baby…”
“Who’s Anna?”
Your question nearly knocks him on his ass. He’s vaguely aware that his face must show that feeling, making him look more suspicious than he really is. How the fuck is he supposed to explain Anna without ratting on himself?
“Who?” Idiot, Eren thinks to himself. Who? is never the right question when your girlfriend asks about another woman in your life, Eren knows that by now. The pure shock has turned the sensical part of his brain off.
“Who,” you repeat, scoffing and turning back to your cooking.
Very aware that you have a knife, Eren rounds the counter so he can see you, monitor that look in your eyes while also putting some space between himself and the nine-inch blade in your right hand. “I know it sounds cliche, but it’s not what it–”
“Looks like?” You cut him off, eyes down towards the cutting board. “I’m sure the nine zoom calls I found on your personal laptop are nothing, nothing at all.”
Eren swallows, thick around the lump in his throat. He should have had his fucking assistant do this, he thinks, shouldn’t have been so picky with everything, but it was something so special, so personal, he couldn’t bring himself to ask for help. Hell, he hadn’t even told Armin and Mikasa yet.
“She sent you a very vague email, but I’m sure you’ll get the message. She said she has some ‘really special’ things picked out for you, if you missed it,” your gaze finally meets his, chilling him to the bone and boring into his very soul, “La Perla or Agent Provocateur? You’ve always preferred the Perla, but–”
“It’s nothing like that,” Eren mumbles, twitching where he stands. “I’d never cheat on you, you know that.”
“I’m sure,” a mirthless laugh slips from your pretty lips. Eren wants to cry; if only you knew, if only he could bring himself to tell you, but that would ruin the point of it. If you’d just understand– “My bags are packed either way. Booked a flight to London, too. I’ve always wanted to live there.”
Eren’s heart drops further from its tight pit in his stomach; it’s surely fallen out of his ass onto the floor now. “Bags? Baby, no, just let me exp–”
“Let you what?” Here’s your anger, refreshed and fiery in your eyes, rearing its head. Eren balks.
“Well, I– I can’t really explain, but if you just trust me…”
“Trust you? I did trust you, all the way back in Italy!” Your voice cracks at the same time as Eren’s heart. “I took a chance on you, and you fucked me. Do you remember how afraid I was to dive back into you again? And look where it fucking got me.”
Another furious, disbelieving chuckle. Eren hates that laugh, hates it so much he can feel his skin prickle. Against his better judgment, he scowls.
“You actually think I’m cheating on you? When the fuck would I even have time?”
“Is she from Stockholm? Paris? Skinny bitch from LA, maybe? You spend an awful lot of time on the go,” you hiss. Eren rolls his eyes.
“I fucking love you! You’ve never been able to get that through your thick-ass skull,” his voice is getting louder, but he can’t stop himself. If he was thinking rationally, he knew he could make you understand, but he’s not thinking rationally. Eight days of jet lag and work are catching up to him, and his temper leaps out ahead of his words.
“Well, I hope Anna does. I hope you love her, and I hope she fucks you good,” you sniffle, another hot rush of angry tears streaming down your face. Eren hates that too; can still feel the visceral pumping of his heart where it’s sitting discarded on the floor.
“She doesn’t love me,” he grits out, “and she definitely doesn’t fuck me.”
“Well yeah, I’d assume you fuck her,” you snap, chopping into a tomato furiously. Maybe it’s your tone, maybe it’s the tears, the finality in the chopping, he doesn’t have time to acknowledge what breaks something in him, but he feels it tear into two. He can’t stop himself.
“She a fucking ring designer,” he nearly shouts, hearing the cabinets rattle from the timbre of his voice, “a ring designer from Tiffany. That’s who Anna is.”
He’s hardly even aware that the words have left his mouth until he sees your reaction. Everything in your body tenses, your hand clenches down tight around the knife. Your mouth– Eren can’t help but sigh inwardly at your perfect little mouth– drops slightly ajar, the tears themselves seem to freeze where they’re rolling down your cheeks.
“A…what?”
Eren’s defeated now, and his sigh shows it. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, not feeling any better now that he’s been forced to ruin his own surprise. “Didn’t want to tell you this way, but yeah.”
“Like, a…”
“An engagement ring designer,” Eren says quietly, barely able to force the words out. Sure, he may have solved the initial issue of his nonexistent cheating, but now he has your commitment issues to work with. His breath is lodged firmly in his throat and not a sound passes between you two. He can see the gears in your head turning, brow furrowed in concentration as you try to think through your feelings.
Ordinarily, Eren loves that look, thinks it’s so sexy how your forehead wrinkles, your tongue darting out between your teeth while you write or do your morning crossword. Now, he’s watching you with that look on your face, not able to breathe, feel, or even think.
The hesitation is setting in, panic gripping him. What was he thinking, proposing to you? You hate to be tied down, married to your work. He’s hurt you so many times; God knows it was an uphill battle just getting you to let him love you again. You’re a flighty, easily-frightened creature, but he does what he can to keep you with him, keep you as happy as he can. He lives and breathes you, doesn’t know if he would survive you leaving him again.
He couldn’t help himself, though, never could when it came to you. For years he’s been needing more, more touching you, more fucking you, more loving you. This is just that in a new sense: seeing if he just could get the right ring, make the right plan to keep you forever. He’d never admit it, but he’d even gotten hard at the thought of you wearing his ring day in and day out for the rest of your life. He couldn’t resist making you his wife, his life partner, putting his babies in you–
Eren pockets that thought as soon as it crosses his mind; now is not the time for an erection. He knows you inside and out, knows how your chest rises and falls while you sleep and has the scent of your shampoo burned into his olfactory nerves for the rest of his life, but you manage to surprise him, just this once.
A small smile toys at your mouth. “An engagement ring designer?”
Eren’s chest decompresses so violently he thinks he might pass out. “Yeah. I was thinking–”
“About proposing? You’re serious?” Your face is still puffy and wet, but the grin growing on your face is worth everything Eren could ever think to own, eyes practically glowing.
“God, of course I’m serious,” Eren rasps, the air gone from his lungs, “fuckin’ love you. I’ve wanted this since the day I met you, how do you not know that by now?”
“Are you like…” you trail off, looking meaningfully at him, then the floor. Is he proposing?
Eren doesn’t even know if he is, brain foggy after the whirlwind ten minutes that’s just gone by. A lifetime with you flashes behind his eyes: a beautiful wedding, definitely in Italy, signing the papers and buying a home together, filling it with as many curly-haired babies as you’ll give him. When Eren comes back to reality, his body’s moved without consulting him, and he’s on his knees, holding your thighs– God, your perfect thighs– in his hands. He’s fairly sure he’s supposed to just be on one knee, but he doesn’t care; he’s not asking, he’s begging.
“Yeah– fuck, I think I am,” Eren laughs at himself, breathless, “I am.”
“Oh my God,” your hands are over your mouth, holding in the wet little hiccups shaking your frame, “oh my God, you are.”
And right there, all of Eren’s anxiety melts off of his body in a clean sheathe. Looking up at you, the fresh tears welling in those beautiful eyes that turn him to putty whenever you need to, he’s sure. Even if you say no– which now, he doesn’t think you will– he has to try. He owes you that, all of himself.
“You know I love you, I– I live for you. Want you to be mine, forever. Will you have me?” Eren’s voice has a waver to it, bending and wobbling under all of his emotions. The slightest inclination of your head gives way to an excited nod, and Eren practically leaps to his feet, grabbing you around the waist and spinning you, just like a movie.
“Eren, ow– s’tight,” you giggle, wheezing in his grip.
“Can you blame me?” Eren laughs back, feeling like a child instead of a full-grown man who just made the biggest commitment of his life, but as painful as it is to release his grip, he sets you down. “You're fucking serious? You’ll really marry me?”
“Yeah,” you grin, “yeah, I’ll marry you. You better get me a big-ass rock, though.”
“I’ll get you the biggest one in the world, spend every dime I have,” he says, and you’re in his arms again, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown around his neck, his face might burst, “you can show it off to all your friends, show ‘em just how much I love you.”
“Oh, Eren,” you trail off, kissing him in lieu of words. Eren doesn’t think your lips have ever been so sweet against his, doesn’t think he’s ever been so hungry for your body.
He’s got the path to your bedroom memorized, especially under his current condition: wrapped up in a tangle of limbs, stumbling clumsily and desperately trying not to lose his footing as you kiss your way down his neck. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he fumbles with the knob, throws the door open, practically tackles you onto the plush bed. Eren doesn’t even care that he stinks like plane and airport and travel; the scent of you envelops him.
“Love you so fuckin’ much, baby,” he mutters offhandedly against your collarbone, pausing from the bruise he’s sucking into the skin, “now you’re all mine, forever.”
“Forever,” you agree, chest heaving beneath him. Eren makes quick work of the silky sleep set you’ve chosen, has a brief moment of clarity to think how funny it was that you picked a sexy pajama set to argue with him. He loves you, God, he’s overwhelmed with love, dizzy with it, out of his mind.
Eren mouths his way around your tits, palming with one hand and pressing the other against the small of your back, pulling you up to him. He hates the idea of space between you two. You’re his forever now, his to push and pull and kiss and bite.
“My pretty little wife,” Eren feels a grin stretch over his face, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your breast. You moan under him, music to his ears. Eren loves a lot about you, but the little simpering sounds you’re making might be his favorite.
“Like that,” it’s just a whisper above him, but it catches his attention.
“Like what? My mouth?”
“Like when you call me that.”
Eren’s grin grows wider, feral. “Call you what?”
“Eren!”
“Say it,” he slides back up to your mouth, licking into it, “want to hear it out of this pretty mouth, not mine.”
“Your wife,” you give in more quickly than he expects, warmth radiating off of your face.
“So mean to me,” he hums, giving you one last kiss before traveling down, letting his hand come down to rub insistently at your clit. He swallows a throaty groan; you’re wet, soaked even. Just for him.
“Fuck, Eren– ‘m not mean to you,” you’re pouting through the little whimpers coming out of you, eyebrows knotted on your forehead.
“You are,” Eren insists, nosing at your clit. Jesus Christ, he thinks to himself, you smell delicious. He plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh, nibbles a little at the sensitive skin. “Picking a fight with me, thinking I would ever, ever, go looking at anyone else. How could I? Already got the best pussy in the world right here.”
That earns him another long moan from you, your hands coming to his hair and shoving him insistently towards your center. He’ll make you wait, he decides, still in control enough of his faculties to engage in his favorite pastime: teasing you to the point of tears, leading you to your breaking point and shoving you up against it.
You urge him to you, still pulling on his hair. Eren, a devious grin across his face, resists, blowing cool air on you instead. You whine, hips canting at him temptingly. Eren’s willpower falters just slightly, and he gives you a quick, tentative lick up your center, earning himself a satisfied whimper.
“Need more, baby?”
“You know what I fucking need,” you grumble. Eren chuckles.
“See? Always so mean to me. Can’t have what you want when you’re mean, you know better.”
“Please,” you breathe from above him, voice urgent at his threat, “please, Eren, I can’t take it, I–”
“There you go,” he settles himself in between your legs, pulling you to his face by your hips. If Eren loves one thing in his black-and-white world, it’s having his mouth on you. It’s probably embarrassing how often he asks to sink his tongue into you, how pitifully he begs day in and day out, but he’s beyond caring. It’s well-established in your daily routine: you have your crosswords to keep you content and clear your head, and Eren has your pussy.
He’s gone eight long days without it, and he licks into you like a starved man, hell, maybe he is. Eren groans into you, echoing your own pathetic simpering.
“Can’t wait to put a ring on this pussy, my beautiful pussy,” he speaks into your folds, tickling them in a way that you evidently like, giving him a garbled agreement. Eren relishes your cunt, sucking on your clit and tickling just at the entrance to you with his tongue, working you the way he knows will have you spiraling towards your end.
Without fully realizing it, Eren’s hand is sliding down to palm himself over his pants. Before he knows it, he’s rutting into his own hand like a fucking teenager, couldn’t keep himself together with his face between your legs. Eren prides himself on his stamina, but with the heightened emotions and the week without you, that's gone right out of the window. He’s riding a little too close to the line; he desperately wants you to cum on his face, but at this rate, he’ll blow in his pants if he lets you.
Steeling every ounce of willpower he possesses, Eren pulls his face out of you, takes a deep breath. You whine, reaching for him unsuccessfully.
“Sh, I know,” Eren shushes you, chest swelling with pride at your open need, “so needy for me, aren’t you?”
“Please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his mouth to yours.
“Gonna fuck you, okay?” You nod urgently into his shoulder, legs already hooked around his hips. Eren’s head’s spinning like it never has before, drunk on you. He manages to get half of his cock into you before he has to stop, grinding his jaw and trying to think about anything other than how your cunt’s milking him.
“Eren,” you plead, trying to urge him forward with your ankles. A deep inhale rattles practically his entire body.
“M'trying not to cum, hold on.” He’s created a monster out of you, he thinks, and maybe out of himself, too.
“I need– fuck, need to…” you slide one hand down your body, rubbing frantically at your clit. Eren’s stuck watching, watching your perfect body swell and shrink with your heavy breaths, watching you try to make yourself cum only half-full.
“Do you think you can?” His words are hardly a breath; he winces when you clench around him harder. You’ve always had trouble cumming without being full, usually finding your release with Eren buried fully inside you, nudging at your cervix. You’re always begging for more, just one more finger, want to be fucked a little harder. The fact that you need him so badly you’re willing to try, make the most out of what you have, makes his heart and his cock pound in tune. Poor thing.
“Yeah, I, I need to cum so bad, Eren, it’s– shit, so bad, I just–”
“Go ahead, do it then,” Eren firmly interrupts your babbling, a bit of a tell that you’re getting close. If anything gets you off, it’s authority. He leans down, painfully aware of the extra inch of him the new angle pushes into you, trying to focus, trying so hard not to cum yet. He takes your face roughly in his hand, forcing your heart-filled eyes to bore into his. He bares his teeth in a disbelieving, probably half-crazed grin. He loves you so much, needy little thing that you are.“Make yourself cum on me, fucking brat. Can’t even give me two seconds, can you?”
Your bottom lip trembles as you shake your head, more tears welling in your eyes. Eren can feel the quivering of your legs around him, any second now.
“Love me so much, don’t you? So impatient,” He tsks, thumbing at your lip and throwing in a couple light smacks to your cheek for good measure. “Can’t wait to be mine, can’t wait to cum, can’t wait for me to marry you and fuck you everyday, that’s it isn’t it? Gonna fuck you as much as you want baby, my perfect little wife.”
That does it; Eren has to close his eyes when you cum, cunt tightening vice-like around him, but he can feel you squirting on his lower abdomen, feel the cum practically gushing out of you. God help him. You squirm and tremble underneath him, crying out for him to fuck you. He knows you need him, need him to move, and somehow, some way, he does.
He bullies his way into you, feeling you pulse around him and growling deep in his chest. Your eyes fly open at the movement inside of you, flitting between his face and where he's rolling his hips into you.
“Yes,” you hiss, “yeah, please–”
“That’s better, right?” Eren’s in heaven, losing his grip on anything around him that’s not your pussy. “My girl needs to be full, yeah?”
“Mhm,” your eyes are rolling back into your head, drunk on the way he’s pumping in and out of you. Eren’s in awe of you; you’re such a perfect, needy creature, and now you’re all his forever. Shit, he’s not going to last, he can feel it. He slides a hand down your stomach, thrumming insistently at your clit, making you squeal.
“Fuck! Eren, I just– shit, I just came, s’too much.”
“You can cum again, right? Can't be selfish, now,” Eren huffs, stomach tightening with the signs of his impending orgasm. “I’m gonna spend all my money on your fucking ring, and you can’t even cum one more time for me?”
“Eren…” you’re whimpering, damn near crying at this point, tears streaming down your temple. He feels you clench, somehow makes himself thrust faster. Eren loves this part. He’s got you now, and he knows it.
“You say love me, now you gotta show me,” he just needs a few more seconds, come on, “if you want that ring so bad, you gotta cum for it baby.”
Your back arches so violently that had he not known better, Eren might think you’ve been shocked; your pussy squeezes the life out of him, triggers his orgasm along with you. The sound he emits is inhuman, but he’s too lost, too gone to care, shooting rope after rope of cum deep in you. He collapses mid-orgasm, clutching your convulsing body to him, some unconscious part of his brain is directing him to kiss your shoulder, bite into it, and he does. He tastes that salty sheen of your skin, eyes rolling back into his head.
Neither of you speak, just lean into each other for a minute or two. Eren’s vaguely aware of the cum leaking out from where you’re still joined. He hasn’t bothered to pull out yet; pulling out of you is on the hate list. His cock twitches painfully, though, still interested in where he’s buried so deep he can feel your heartbeat. His dick might be aching for a round two, but Eren’s pretty sure he’d knock out in the middle of things if he tried. He groans and rolls off of you, sliding out with a pang of regret.
He props himself up on a shaky elbow, tucking a few of your stray hairs behind your ear. He wants to see your face, your perfect face, sweaty and blotchy and fucked out. You grant him a sleepy smile– oh he loves that face, quickly takes a mental picture to file away.
“You good?”
“So good,” you answer, stretching your arms. “Shower?”
Eren wrinkles his nose, not entirely thrilled at the prospect of washing this gorgeous, post-sex shine off of you. Your face grows insistent. “Shower, Eren.”
“Fine,” he pouts.
“What? You stink.”
“Not that bad,” he lifts an arm, sniffs. Oof, yeah, “not that bad” indeed. He lets you lead him to the shower, waits patiently as you test the water, even lets you rub some of that scratchy body-scrub crap that you swear by all over him.
“Better, right?” You raise your voice over the high-pressure water cascading around you, grinning knowingly. Eren hates conceding, hates admitting when he’s being a bit of a brat, but God, does he love you. He smiles crookedly.
“Much better.”
“So, about before…” Eren’s heart skips a beat, his throat closes. Is this the part where you regret saying yes? Thought he was joking? He should have found a different way out. No, damn it, he should have stuck with the plan, the flowers, the sunset, the quartet– “Can I meet the ring designer?”
Oh. “Um, if you– yeah, if you want. Thought you would like it better as a surprise.”
You cock an eyebrow. “What do you know about my taste in diamonds?”
“Mm, big?”
“Well, yeah,” you giggle, “but do you know what carat I’d prefer? Cut? Setting?”
Eren blushes, frowns. So he has been doing this all wrong. Figures. “That’s what the ring designer’s for, isn’t she?”
“You can still help,” you soothe him, a soapy hand brushing over his cheek, “I’d just like a say, if you don’t mind.”
“Are you mad?” He gives a voice to the fear thudding inside of him, the insecurity clawing at his ribs. You cock your head at him, confused and cute, but even that’s not enough to make him feel better. It’s a black-and-white world, and he needs to hear you say it, perfectly clear.
“Mad? Eren, this is…the happiest day of my life. Why would I be mad?”
“Because…” he scrambles for the words, suddenly sheepish, “I had this whole thing planned for it– for you. We were gonna be on the Empire State Building with a rose wreath and singers–”
“Eren,” you cut him off, serious as he’s ever seen you, “are you actually being serious? Like, actually?”
His face is hot, God it burns with embarrassment. “I mean, sort of.”
“It was perfect,” you sense his discomfort, running a stray hand through his hair, “okay well, not perfect per se, but it was us. We aren’t…we aren’t flowers and Empire State Building people. We’re stupid fights and long distance and hot sex people. That’s our life, and I am beyond okay with that.”
All of the unease evaporates from his body. How do you always have the answer, the words he needs to hear? You’re always right. The quartet may have been a bit much, he reflects, pulling you to him.
“If you’re happy, I am,” he means it, and places a kiss to the part of your hair. You hum contentedly against him, purring against his chest.
The shower goes on as all of your showers together do: you manhandle Eren into shampoo and conditioner (hate list: burns his eyes, slimy), grab miraculously toasty towels from the warmer by the bathtub (love list: cozy), convince him to climb into bed still half-wet, limbs heavy with exhaustion (hate list: his side of the bed’s going to smell like wet dog tomorrow), throw on the Kardashians’ new show (love and hate lists: depends who's asking).
You knock out before him, unaffected by jet lag, drooling into the cavern between his pecs and making a very unflattering face that he makes sure to snap a picture of. You need an updated contact photo in his phone anyway.
He feels unusually contemplative, staring out at the big city from your own little corner of it, making a mental list of all of the people you need to call tomorrow, and what order they should go in. Eren’s world might be big sometimes as he jetsets around, might be small when he’s buried inside of you, focus narrowed on the heat pulled tight around him. It’s always one way or the other, though, and tonight, practically his entire world is laying on his chest, glowing a bright, bridal white.
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taz november celebration fic 3: prompt laugh
contrary to what you may think for this prompt, this is sad for like 3/4 of it lol but the end is happy, it’s tres horny boys and about 850 words
Magnus Burnsides's laugh was deep and hearty, but he wasn't used to hearing it by itself; he had always been laughing with Julia. Their life together was perfect, working with their hands and having something to show for it at the end of the day, then coming home to each other. Julia made dinner, Magnus did the dishes, their routine was consistent and comforting. They even thought about having a baby, although they were in no rush. Of course, that never happened, and when Magnus hugged Julia goodbye the day he left town, neither of them knew it would be the last. His friends brought dinners, went for walks, and spent evenings on the porch with Magnus after Julia's death, but he actually chose to bury her alone. The physical act of digging the grave was satisfying in a sick way, it grounded his soul in his body despite its countless attempts to break out through his ribs and fly away. A simple granite slab laid on top, reading: Julia Burnsides, We Love You Forever. His tears darkened the stone in little circles until the sun began to set, and he wouldn't laugh again for some time.
Merle Highchurch always did his best to keep a positive outlook, but it was hard to find reasons to laugh without his kids around. Apparently his sense of humor consisted of a lot of "dad jokes", and those weren't really a big hit with anyone else, especially when he was out trying to preach the word of Pan. He constantly struggled with his choice to leave after he was gone, if it was only the arranged marriage that was the problem, things would have been so much simpler. However, Hecuba and he had Mavis and Mookie, who he loved dearly. That didn't change the fact that he wasn't a very good dad, though, intentions don't count for much in that regard. So, he decided they would be better off without him; if you love something let it go and all that. Cycling through feelings of freedom, guilt, regret, apathy, and more, he wandered the world, presumably to share the word of Pan, but really just wishing to be able to laugh again.
Taako Taaco was very hard to make laugh. He and Lup used to do just that when they were bored, whoever laughed first lost and then they would just be in a fit of giggles for a while anyway. They found things funny between themselves that nobody else understood, but it didn't matter, because it made perfect sense to them. Not that he remembered any of this, of course. The Taako who forgot could be very cynical, and often saw humor from others as an attempt to conceal their true attitudes or motives. On stage for Sizzle It Up With Taako, he laughed and told jokes, but that was about as fake as it got. Hearing the applause and cheers from the audience, seeing the excitement in their eyes, and being complimented as he signed autographs and posed for pictures gave Taako energy and kept him going. He thrived on the attention, but some days, it wasn't enough and there was nothing else. Getting out of bed seemed impossible as his body simultaneously felt heavy and hollow. After Glamor Springs, this set in for several weeks until he suddenly thought: I'm fuckin' Taako from TV, I can go do whatever I want, and if anyone has a problem wit h that, I'll just laugh in their face and keep going.
One night, several months later, in their dorm at the Bureau of Balance, Tres Horny Boys were having a sleepover. Technically, they always did this by virtue of sharing a room, but they had decided to make a night of it, just for fun. Taako cooked the most delicious popcorn the other two had ever had, with the perfect amounts of butter and salt, and he also bought some nail polish from the Fantasy Costco. Magnus realized that Pringles had left some of his stuff in the room, so they had some cool old CDs to listen to, and Merle had found some candles for more ambient lighting. They were all set for the perfect sleepover, and as Taako was painting Magnus's nails shiny silver by candlelight, Merle set down the big bowl of popcorn he had been snacking on and asked, "What did everyone say to the kernel when he finally popped?"
Taako snorted and said,
"Merle, I am not even going to entertain this one," but there was a smile on his face.
Magnus gave in, "I don't know, Merle, what?"
"CORN-GRATULATIONS!"
Magnus immediately burst out laughing, which made Merle join in and Taako shout,
"Mags, you're going to mess up your nails!" although he couldn't help laughing too. It was just so ridiculous and Merle's confidence in the delivery was what really got them. The three of them flopped onto each other, slightly out of breath the way the best fits of laughter leave you, Taako leaning on Magnus's shoulder and Merle leaning on his stomach on the other side. They all smiled, and for the moment, things were okay.
#message from mirph#the adventure zone#taz november celebration#taz balance#taz fanfic#fanfic#merle highchurch#magnus burnsides#taako taaco#mirph’s manuscripts
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Hey can you please recommend some Anakin whump stories? I found there ain’t so many this content🥹🥹🥹🥹but I read one from you and it’s rly GOOOD🥹
Ahhhh Anon!! You are so sweet! Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed my fic!! In no particular order, here are some Anakin whump recs!
The Madness and the Apathy by @strugglingbutstillfighting - After accidentally injuring himself, Anakin isn't impressed about having to do this 'rest.' Katie's Note: This author has A TON of great Anakin whump stories, you should check out all their stuff!
Spiked by @ahsokryze - During a Senatorial Gala, Anakin causes quite the scene when he collapses after drinking something that wasn’t intended for him. Katie's Note: I adore this fic. It's one of my favs. This author also has a ton of amazing disaster trio whump and goodness in her repertoire, so please go check her out!
Outside Comfort by @delless03 - After the battle on Maridun, Anakin's injuries finally catch up with him. Katie's Note: Yet another author with a bunch of great stuff, but this recent fic has made me very very happy.
Shine by sideral - A nightmare left Anakin feeling panicked and sick. Fortunately, he is not alone when he wakes up. Katie's Note: I don't know if this person has a tumblr, but this is one of my fav fics. I adore little sickfics.
Welcome Home by @sonderwalker - A misunderstanding between Obi-Wan and Anakin boils over into a fight where feelings are left unsaid... for a little while that is. Katie's Note: AKA one of my favorite fics of all time. It's a comfort fic for me.
sun child by @rose-blooms-red - sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can. Katie's Note: Another one of my favs. I am absolutely fascinated by fics that explore the bounds of Anakin's Force powers and the Force in general. This one's super cool.
A Magnet for Trouble by @hellowkatey - Anakin gets too close to a Sith artifact, and Obi-Wan must figure out how to get his padawan back. Katie's Note: The Halloween vibes in this are amazing. It's such a unique little fic and I love it.
Four Walls and Two Jedi by hellowkatey again - Obi-Wan and Anakin get exposed to a deadly virus and must spend two weeks in quarantine battling sickness, ghosts from the past, and worries for the future. Katie's Note: This one has both Obi-Wan and Anakin whump so honestly, I am the target audience for this fic
Why Do You Feel So Down by Your_Old_Shipmate - The early days of Obi-Wan and Anakin, featuring a sick Anakin! Katie's Note: once again, I don't know their tumblr, but this is one of my favs.
Behind the Clouds, the Sun is Shining by Your_Old_Shipmate again - Obi-Wan is confronted by Anakin's traumatic past after an accident happens in their apartment. Katie's Note: This one hurts so good.
Because I'm running out of time here, some other amazing author's to go check out for Anakin (and general disaster trio) whump, hurt/comfort, angst and all that good stuff are:
@giggles-and-freckles
@alright-anakin
@adaliak
@katierosefun
@kckenobi
@ilonga
@pandora15
@indigostars
They have a ton of great stuff!
Ahem, I uh... I'm going to throw some absolutely shameless self-promo in here as well because I have a few Anakin whump fics I've written too!
A Necessary Favor - When Anakin’s small cold turns into something much worse, a simple mission to Alderaan becomes anything but. Obi-Wan just hopes he can rely on the newly inaugurated Senator of Alderaan for help.
Breaking Point - Anakin tries to prove himself. It ends in Force exhaustion and a worried Obi-Wan.
Under My Skin - Obi-Wan and Anakin crash land on a planet strong with the Force. It doesn’t agree with Anakin.
Below The Surface - Anakin gets swept out by the tide and Obi-Wan panics.
There are SO MANY amazing Anakin whump fics and writers out there that I am certainly missing, but this is a start! Thank you so much for asking, it's been a long while since I've done a rec list! This was fun :))
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【Ｃｈｏｎｎｙ Ｊａｓｈ
Ｓｔａｒｔｅｒ Ｓｅｎｔｅｎｃｅｓ】
💠 "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually."
💠 "No need to fear, 'cause when it's here you won't be alive."
💠 "My heart's empty and I'm trying to fill it up, but it's not big enough for the both of us."
💠 "I'll admit when I'm wrong, but only to be right."
💠 "He can go fucking die."
💠 "Why should he be any different?"
💠 "Is there cheese in the great beyond?"
💠 "I think it saw my face..."
💠 "Say, doesn’t it pain you to know our fate?"
💠 "Your creator’ll leave you disgraced, babe."
💠 "People who suffer hurt people. I'm a wounded man, so what'cha think I'm gonna do to you?"
💠 "Schadenfreude just ain’t as good."
💠 "You've had your time, now the pulpit and mic is mine."
💠 "Litmus tests show that 7 in 15 men are basic."
💠 "I'm always happy to go into tomorrow forsaking today."
💠 "So let's have some fun while we're here. We don't know what'll happen next year."
💠 "That hit piece you call 'The Bible' was written by the world's greatest hater."
💠 "There are plenty like-minded folk here! Perhaps they might entice you more..."
💠 "I may be drunk but I'm not drunk enough to fight the me that's on this stuff."
💠 "There really must be some way to get high and make this feeling go away."
💠 "I am numb and I feel nothing."
💠 "You owe me a sleep rebate... that I know you will not pay."
💠 "It’s been a while, so let me be myself, complete and sincere."
💠 "The one place I’d like to be most is right damn here."
💠 "Why dwell in the past when this life is so vast?"
💠 "And when I die, know that I’m just a product of place and time."
💠 "Do you think doubt will make it hurt less?"
💠 "Existence is transient. There’s still another sunset to be found inside this tangent, so I will try again."
💠 "This world’s hard to shoulder."
💠 "Won’t they just let me writhe inside and let my sides aside so they can realize to let me die; that that’d be fine?"
💠 "So call me sick or crazy if that's what you'd prefer, but that rotten melody is one I've already heard and you can stick that shit where it can't be harmonized."
💠 "IF GOD OR THE DEVIL OR ANY OTHER ALL-POWERFUL COWARDLY BEING HAS A PROBLEM WITH WHO I AM, THEN I IMPLORE THEM TO TAKE THEIR FUCKING SHOT."
💠 "The coward in question? By now, you know him so well. But then, who am I to go and cluck and tell?"
💠 "And the whole damn point of this experimentation was to avoid that homogenization."
💠 "But how am I supposed to love another when I barely know myself?"
💠 "For a man cloaked in daylight, you sure hate the sun."
💠 "But I won’t let you ruin what we could still be."
💠 "And if you think that you can lie to me, then I think you've made a big mistake."
💠 "And here he is: the piece of shit sitting, seething high atop his stolen throne."
💠 "See, I've been in total agony, relentlessly, ever since you came around."
💠 "If not for you or for him then please do it for me."
💠 "Imprisonment was all that he earned."
💠 "I was in control before, and will be once more when you succumb to the cold."
💠 "And what if I told you, you are not the victim, and just this fucking once you actually heard?"
💠 "Time will move forward, onward without you."
💠 "Oh, so what if I told you, no one here is listening? What if I told you, that is for the best?"
💠 "I'm sick, and tired, of holding fire when all I feel is violence."
💠 "All I know will soon turn to dust. And yet you claim my apathy's not just."
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I feel like Rabbit Hole is about a prostitute who is sick of her job and the men she screws.
The men that hire her to (you know what) all believe they are special to her, that they are different from her clients. So they keep hiring her again and again, they are all lonely and pathetic men who do not care who satisfy them they just want someone with them to make them feel special.
If we look at the translated English line, "When you're lonely anyone will do" or "When you're lonely, find anybody find anybody" or "If you feel lonely, it doesn't matter who you are, it's fine as long as you fill it up".
These men believe they are special to her, when in reality, they are just lonely men who fill her wallet. They don't care that they have to pay for her to screw them. All they care about is that she's screwing them in the first place.
The girl is sick of it, she is sick of them.
"It's not like you're super-duper special"
She hates the parasocial relationship the men has developed with her.
"Hop, step, GRRR, ugh, one more chance!"
The men see the apathy the girl is feeling towards them, so the men try again and again to make her feel what they feel about her. They hire her again and again to make her feel special back and pursue a relationship, but they fail every time, and she walks out even more annoyed with them than before.
"It's out of place, put away your jealousy"
The men are beginning to become jealous of the fact they are not the only man she has screwed. She's annoyed and wants to tell them that their jealousy is out of place and is stupid, it's her JOB to screw men like them, so why are they mad at her other clients for being the reason she can pay for her wants and needs. Yet she doesn't in fear this will risk her her position.
"So why don't you kiss up and shake your cotton tail?"
The men are beginning to question why the girl feels such apathy to them and isn't doing the stuff she does with them willingly. Why does she require money to do this stuff with them? Why can't she just do this ONE thing for them for free this one time? Doesn't she like them?
"Fell in love with a man and felt like dyin', so I'm just smashin' over here"
The girl states that she has been hurt by love in the past, it was the worst feeling she had felt in her life and she refuses to fall in love again and be hurt again. So she carelessly becomes a prostitute to pass the time without a single thought of commitment, at least that's what she thought would happen...
My theory is that, she dated/married a guy she was financially dependent on (Who was possible abusive as well). But when he left her, she had nothing and lived in poverty. Which resulted in her becoming a sex worker. Not caring about if this will result in her chances in getting a new spouse decreasing.
I am not trying to support sex work. This is simply an interpretation on my part. You can make a story based on this analysis. Just credit me.
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Here it is! My completed list of Lovejoy quotes that stuck to me :]
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
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[Taunt]
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[One Day]
"And time and time I play the empath, I don't know why"
"Oh baby, isn't life so fucking inconsistent."
[Sex Sells]
"So will you do what's easy? Or will you do what's right?"
"How's it feel to be so loved yet so alone?"
[Cause For Concern]
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PEBBLE BRAIN
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[Oh yeah, You gonna cry?]
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[Model Buses]
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[Concrete]
"All this, over a kiss."
"You know it's always the same, it's all just a game."
"How can you look at yourself in the windowpane without wanting to hit yourself."
[Perfume]
"Left your heart on standby"
"It seems like all our friends abruptly fell in love."
"So she learnt to lie, she learnt how to pretend."
"Why can't you be a dick? Why must you be so nice? It's hard for me to move on when I don't really hate you."
[You'll Understand When You're Older]
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[The Fall]
"I look to all of you and see a different fucking species"
[It's All Futile! It's All Pointless!]
"I lost the passions that comes with living."
"I don't miss you. I miss the thought of what we were."
"Cause this is the part where I shut up, and let you infest my brain."
"You'll never get rid of me. Oh, I'm like a fucking disease."
"And what was your thoughts when you realized you'd never feel naive love again? Was it pain or was it sickness? Were you proud of who you'd been?"
"You held his hand, it felt like flying. Now he's just another man."
"It's okay, anything to make me feel less numb."
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WAKE UP & ITS OVER
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[Portrait of a Blank Slate]
"I feel at some point I broke my mind. I'm always searching, the silent type."
"How do you all make it look so easy? You open your hearts up so quickly, it scares me."
[Call Me What You Like.]
"You can call me what you like, as long as you call me."
"And you could kiss the skin from my lips if it makes you feel good."
"Just place your bets on who's lost their minds"
"I'm not made for you, but what else is new?"
"This just in; I am a total fucking dumbass."
"I'll be spending the rest of my life in a state of constant paranoia."
"And I'll proceed to bang my head on every doorway and doorframe you seem suitable for us to go through."
"I'm not paranoid, I'm a realist."
[Consequences]
"Do you ever feel like you fell off, for about a year?"
"Cause I haven't slept in about a week, I stay up thinking I will die."
"I wish I tried more, wish I tried more, wish I tried."
"Whats this? The consequences of my actions now?"
[Warsaw]
"She's broken up with him inside her head. She's just waiting for the moment, the precious moment, to let him know."
"I hate to say I told you, but your habits wreck your head."
"You can try and try but you're just a cog in a machine."
"Apathy comforts me like a cell comforts an inmate."
"It won't get better, I assure you. Make no mistake, we're all going to end up in the dirt."
[Scum]
"I feel I've reached the end before I've reached death"
"I'm scum, I'm waist, I'm what you want."
[It's Golden Hour Somewhere]
"Is this what it's worth?"
"They'll tell you this is normal. They'll tell you this is love."
"They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself."
"I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs."
"So tell me, is it normal, To totally lose your mind? I won't announce my sheer descent but holy FUCK there will be signs."
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[Knee Deep at ATP]
"They say, it's not what you like it's what you're like as a person."
"Well I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain."
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[Normal People Things]
"Oh, what a blessing to meet someone like you. With eyes as dead as mine, it's fine."
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Hello! I'm a fairly new follower, I was wooed by the cursedformers poll and I have got to say I love Drillburst so much! His story and design are both wonderful! I'd like to ask, what would he think about my guy Halcyon?
There are two designs there, not by accident. The one on the left is Halcyon. He is a space shuttle/troop transport triple changer, and he's trained as a field medic. He's an Autobot. I would describe his personality as a "gentle giant", and he doesn't like to fight, under any circumstances except for when he must in order to protect a patient in his care. He's nervous and withdrawn in his personality, and he's very aware of how his strength and size can make him intimidating to others.
The design on the right is Exonova. Exonova is the identity Halcyon scrapped when he defected from the Decepticons once he could no longer maintain apathy to the horrors he was party to/committed. He also happens to be a Phase Sixer. Exonova wasn't like Overlord in that sense- he didn't take joy in killing and certainly wouldn't drag it out, being more bored with it than anything else. Halcyon recognises that he was a monster, once, and desperately wants to put it behind him and be better. He's made a sort of bargain with himself- every life he can save as a medic, is one death taken off his conscience. It doesn't stop them from keeping him awake.
Hello!! Thank you for enjoying my stuff and my oc u///u
Being with a phase sixer seems to be something Drill seems to be good at... between Black Shadow and Overlord, and now Halcyon, though he's technically an ex? In most other instances it's a curse, but he'd respect Halcyon's decision, definitely. He could've been a lot worse. And changing from a world-razing decepticon to an autobot field medic is respectable to him, biases about the faction aside. He gets the feeling of being sick of killing and death, it's hard. Fortunately Halcyon's size and strength wouldn't intimidate Drillburst for specific reasons (sizewise he's almost OL's height himself, so I'm assuming they'd be roughly level with each other), but the nervousness and withdrawn personality might hinder them from forming a strong bond off the bat? There's potential, though.
Drill's view on phase sixers was always 'never ask, never mind' - essentially, acknowledge they're top of the line superwarriors, but don't dig deep into it. It was like that for the previous two he met, but with Halcyon it might be different. He might ask a couple of things about what it was like, only if the other was comfortable (and if they told him they were a p6 in the first place). He might ask Halcyon about Overlord, but he would never insinuate that he shared any history with him.
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Prev/Next - Ao3 Link
After three days of prep, Cub decided to wait four more just to make sure he’d be home when Cleo returned the next week. A simple plan, intuitive really; keep Cleo under the impression nothing abnormal was happening here, and she wouldn’t rat him out. Hopefully. He really didn’t think they would, not if they believed Cub was staying smart and safe. They didn’t even want Scar dead by the looks of it. All great news! With the extra time, Cub could also return to his neglected starter base among a bunch of other half-finished projects. There were so many chores that had built up in his extended absence as well, stuff Cub had simply forgotten in his one track mission. Lots to do, lots to do.
Lots to do.
Lots..
Cub found himself staring at the list he had made for himself.
Get up. Get up.
Go on.
Cub did not get up. His normal, usually reliable source of motivation seemed to have run dry, replaced only with a hard ache. He opened his mouth. He closed it. The length of the list wasn’t the problem; usually for him, a lack of things to do was far more stressful. A long list had a certain security to it. It had goals, it had things to look forward to, and between the lines held surprises and welcome interruptions by the other ghosts. But when Cub looked at his list, he found he didn’t care. Projects that, a month ago, had his mind buzzing, felt static now, his prior excitement replaced so entirely with a sick disinterest. Maybe if he bugged another ghost, he’d find some inspiration? Cub willed himself to his feet.
He did not move.
He didn’t care about them, either. The apathy fell so heavy, it almost frightened him, almost, but he didn’t quite have the sense to be afraid. He cared- well, he cared enough to think of Cleo, but only how she might hinder him. How she might stop him. What would he do if she tried? If she told the others? He didn’t like his first impulses; biting, tearing, ripping- Cub set down his pen, pinching the bridge of his nose instead. When had this gotten so bad? How had he not noticed? Had he really not paused his pursuit of Scar until now? And all because he was concerned about being found out. Cub rested his head on the desk where he sat with a soft thump.
This was different from his other fixations. This felt different. He’d been angry before, yes, if his friends forced him to take a step back. To take a break. To breathe. He’d been upset to be stopped, even in his most self destructive fixations. But he’d never been violent, and if the thought ever arose, he’d never acted.
But this wasn’t..this didn’t feel like..
Cub closed his eyes, searching for a phantom presence he hadn’t noticed before. For a voice at the back of his mind- voices maybe; not all of his parts came from the same vex. But there was nothing. No separate being, no out of place thoughts or malicious attitudes; just him. It was all just him. He didn’t feel possessed. How would he know? Did it even matter?
Something deep inside him wanted whatever was inside Scar, and it was not going to be stopped. Cub was not going to be stopped. He wanted Scar.
He should really write this down. Leave it somewhere, for someone to find.
Cub did not pick up his pen.
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“Hey, Cub, do you have a minute? I had a question about a redstone project, a few, actually, and I was wondering if you could take a look?” Impulse opened the door to Cub’s starter base, considerate, considering it still didn’t have a completed roof. Given a sky opening, most ghosts just flew right in. Last time Impulse had stopped by, Cub had told him there was no need to use the door, but apparently old habits died hard. Cub looked up from his desk across the front room, his notes still open under his hands, mostly unwritten in. Impulse looked nervous, not unusual for a new ghost, but he hadn’t looked so uncomfortable last time he came. Last time. That was recently, wasn’t it? Ah, maybe Impulse felt awkward because Cub hadn’t said anything. It took him a moment to muster up the motivation to speak.
“Sure, did you have a time in mind?” Cub noted the sluggish way his head and shoulders turned. He should really write that down. He glanced at the pen, resting untouched for days on his desk. Impulse stood stiffly in the doorway, still looking unnerved. Cub wondered absently, why. He didn’t remember doing anything particularly unusual. It was Impulse’s turn to be silent for a long pause, which under normal circumstances, Cub wouldn’t have minded, but he needed to get back to his notes.
“I did. Last evening, actually, is what I was thinking,” Impulse maintained a lightness in his tone, but it was clearly forced. Even still, there was no hostility there, no, just something else Cub couldn’t quite place. Cub blinked slowly, glancing to the hole in his roof. The sun was up; it was probably around midday. Ah.
“I forgot,” he said simply, turning away. In all honesty, he was completely uninterested; in redstone, in leaving, in Impulse and the way he might be feeling… He should write this down. Cub frowned, looking back at his notes. Scar’s journal still sat open on his desk, and he realized with a jolt that Impulse might recognize it. He moved quickly- but not too quickly- to close it, and put it away in one of the desk’s drawers. He made a movement to pick up his pen, but stopped short, instead turning back to face Impulse. He was staring. Had Cub forgotten to speak?
“I forgot,” he repeated, hoping Impulse would be satisfied enough with the answer and leave him be.
“You’ve been sitting there for a while, Cub. Are you okay?” Impulse’s expression was unreadable, but if Cub had to guess, there was probably some amount of concern there. Wouldn’t be the first time a ghost had felt that way. Won’t be the last.
“I’m fine. Just busy with work.”
“You haven’t been working.”
Cub stared. Impulse stared back. Well.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say. Respectfully, it’s not any of your business what I do with my time. You don’t know me, Impulse, so excuse me for being blunt, but I don’t like to be confronted about my work, regardless of what I’m doing. I’m sorry I forgot to meet you, but I’m not interested in interventions.”
Impulse took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture, “I’m sorry, Cub. I didn’t mean- that was stupid. I’m sorry. I, uh.. I think I’ve just had this on my mind for so long I just lost track of myself. I should have approached this differently.”
“It hasn’t even been a day, Impulse.”
“Well, about that.. It’s been more than that, actually. Two days- two and a half, I guess. I came to see you the other day when you didn’t show up, and I noticed you hadn’t moved. I mean, you weren’t moving. You were so still, and I just started watching- well, there’s no good sounding way to say this, I watched you for a long time. Hours, actually. You did not move. You didn’t even read your notes or pick up your pen.”
“What of it?”
“Cub.”
“I’m serious. Why does it matter? I lost track of time. I’ve had a lot on my mind. What’s the problem? I don’t care that you’ve been watching me, or that you’re concerned, or anything. I don’t care, Impulse.” Hurt flashed across Impulse’s face, then a deeper anger, neither of which evoked any reaction from Cub. Hm. He should really write that down. Still, he did not move, but to his light annoyance neither did Impulse. “If you have something to say, then say it.”
“Fine. Fine. I know this is about Scar.” Cub froze, but did not speak, so Impulse continued, seething, “I came down here yesterday, and I was going to speak with you, but you didn’t notice me from the ceiling, so I saw your notes. His journal. Real subtle putting it away, like I wouldn’t notice,” Impulse spat, “So, are you going to tell me again it’s none of my business? I gave you the benefit of the doubt, y’know. I thought maybe something happened, I don’t know, you were acting so off, but maybe this is just the way you are. What do I know?” Cub was silent for a long while, letting each word sink in. Some old, instinctive terror lit a fire in his lungs, but he forced himself to stay still, to think.
“Have you told anyone?” he heard himself whisper, cringing inwardly at the fear that slipped through. Impulse recoiled in disgust, and Cub did not blame him.
“No. So this is a secret then? No one knows?” Impulse sounded so deeply relieved, Cub thought he’d forgotten his anger, but when Impulse opened his eyes, they were still blazing.
“No one knows,” Cub spoke carefully, tiptoeing. He felt his claws itch. His teeth ache. His wings twitch. He did not move. He couldn’t ruin this. “Are you going to expose me?”
Impulse narrowed his eyes. “I wouldn’t. Not if it would risk the crew finding out. They can’t know about this . If- if you-“
“For fuck’s sake, I’m not going to tell them. I don’t want anyone to know, least of all you four,” Cub felt his body, almost tensed against his will, relax. This was fine. This was going to be fine. Apathy blanketed back over his mind, thick and all encompassing. Cub wanted to be afraid. He should be afraid. He should write this down. He closed his eyes. He’d feel better after the weekend was over, and Cleo was gone, and he could pursue his research at zero risk. Well, little risk with Impulse, but he looked so genuinely disgusted with the entire situation, Cub felt confident enough he’d stay quiet. After all, ghosts talked, and they didn’t always pay attention to who was around. It made sense Impulse didn’t want to say a word. While Cub certainly wished he hadn’t found out , out of all the ghosts on this island..
“Does Cleo know? That journal.. I don’t see how you would have gotten it otherwise.”
The question caught Cub off guard, but it really shouldn’t have. Cleo was close with the Boatem crew. It was one thing to be betrayed by a half-stranger, but another entirely for her. Cub frowned. If he didn’t tell the truth, Impulse might ask Cleo out of a lack of trust, and regardless of what Impulse wanted, Cub would be in hot water. But if Impulse knew, would he confront her anyway?
“Cleo knows as much as you do. Which is to say, that I’m looking. I was trapped somewhere, and needed their assistance to escape. The journal was an attempt to placate me. To satisfy me enough to keep me from returning.”
“You said you’d stop? And you haven’t?” Impulse challenged. Well, that wasn’t what Cub had said, but perhaps it was better that was what Impulse believed. He wanted to believe it, the desperate look on his face made that fact clear.
“Yes.”
“So you lied.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you two were friends. What’s your problem? Why are you doing this? Can you not just kill him? I have to assume he’s still alive.”
“I don’t care, Impulse. I don’t care anymore.” Cub turned away, a note of finality in his words. Impulse still didn’t move.
“Anymore?” Impulse hissed, accentuating Cub’s irritation.
“I have work to do. Get out,” he huffed, not bothering to see Impulse’s reaction. This conversation was over. Cub felt Impulse’s anger on his back, but did not move, and eventually he heard Impulse’s footsteps leaving before the door slammed shut behind him.
Good.
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The weekend was tense.
Cub hadn’t even realized Cleo had arrived until she checked in, at which point he was so full of unspent energy at the idea that tomorrow, tomorrow, he could finally pursue Scar without concern, it wasn’t difficult to feign productivity. Given the Impulse incident, he suddenly found the motivation to fix up his roof anyway, and Cleo seemed pleased to see him acting as he normally would, which is to say, often cryptic and a little odd, but fairly motivated. He pushed down a surge of bitterness that Cleo likely wouldn’t have thought anything of it to see him sitting doing nothing, even over the course of a couple days.
Perfectly normal Cub behavior, Impulse, nothing to look into.
Cub was so angry, even when he had no right to be. He knew he had no right to be. Maybe that’s what made the anger so distressing. It was so constant, so overbearing, so unlike him. And he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, and he wasn’t going to tell anyone either.
But that was okay, because tomorrow he would find Scar. Cub would find him, and take everything he wanted.
#hermitcraft#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#boatemghostsau#cubfan135#cubfan#hermitcraft fic#impulsesv#boatem
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Choose Me, Henry Chapter 2: Bullies and Friends
A/N: Before I forget, some of the stuff that would be in this fic was influenced by mukuraanigi on Instagram. Go check out their Revenged AU, it's amazing.
Henry has been in the Government for a while now but is not happy, he's getting bullied, getting picked on, and getting treated like a criminal. However, he does have some friends to help him make the Government seem like home.
Henry was brushing his hair as he looked in the mirror, his hair was getting long since he joined the Government. He was still brushing his hair when someone open the flap to his tent, he looked at the intruder in the mirror, and sighed in annoyance.
"Hey, prick." Charles sneered.
"What do you want, Charles?" Henry replied.
Charles went up to Henry and roughly put a hand next to the mirror. Henry raised an eyebrow at him as he put his hairbrush down, he then glanced at Charles. "Well? What do you what?" he demanded.
"Nothing, I just wanted to piss you off." Charles replied as he smirked.
Henry sighed as he went out of his tent, Charles followed him. Charles kept picking on him as he walked to a clearing, he ignore him as best he could, he stop in the clearing and turn to face Charles. "Can you stop?" he asked gently.
"No." Charles replied nastily.
Henry shook his head as he sat against a white piece of drywall, he heard Charles sat down next to him, he brace himself for insults from Charles. After a couple of insults later, Henry had enough. Henry suddenly tackle Charles to the ground and started punching him. Charles was surprised by this but quickly punch back, they fought like cats and dogs until Charles pinned Henry down on his back.
Henry tried to escape from Charles's grip but Charles was too strong and Henry didn't want to use his cybernetic powers cause he was only allowed to use them unless he's on a mission. Charles's expression was blank as he watched Henry struggled against him, but on the inside, he was feeling a sick sense of satisfaction at seeing Henry helpless.
Henry felt tears started to brew when he and Charles heard a throat clearing. Charles immediately recognize the voice, he slowly turn to glanced at the General's angry expression, he also saw two people standing on each side of him. Rupert Price and his friend, Dave Panpa was watching the scene with worry and apathy. "Charles Calvin, get off from Henry...now." Galeforce said lowly, using Charles's full name.
Charles did as he was told, he got off from Henry, and stood up. He stood stiffly as Galeforce went in front him, "You. In my office. Now." Galeforce instructed as he pointed to the base, "Rupert, go with him."
"Yes, Sir." Rupert responded with a nod.
Rupert led Charles back to the base while Galeforce turn to Dave whom stared at Henry in worry, "Mr. Panpa. Get Henry to the medical bay."
Dave nodded as he helped Henry up, Galeforce return back to his tent as Dave guided Henry to the med bay. Dave helped Henry clean some of his injuries while he sat down on a medical bed, Henry was quiet as Dave finish fixing him up, Dave put away the first aid kit and glanced at Henry. "You okay, Henry?" he asked softly.
"Yes." Henry replied but he was lying.
Dave sat next to him as he saw Henry starting to tremble, he also heard a tiny sound coming from Henry. Dave put a hand on his shoulder as he started sobbing quietly, Dave then pulled him into a hug, Henry froze but continuing sobbing into his chest. Dave rub him gently as he whispered comforting words to calm him down. After a few minutes later, Henry calm down as he sighed. He let go of Dave as he wiped his tears away, "Are you okay?" Dave asked again.
Henry shook his head as he rubbed his arms as if he was cold.
Meanwhile with Charles, Rupert, and the General. Charles stood with his head bowed as Galeforce lecture him about fighting with other soldiers unless it's a sparring session. After Galeforce lecture him, he order Charles to get out as he felt a migraine coming in, Charles nodded stiffly as he left the tent.
Rupert followed him out of the tent, Charles was walking to his helicopter as he brood like an emo teenager. Charles crossed his arms as he leaned against his helicopter, he glared at nothing while Rupert stood in front of him. "Okay...I know what you feeling but...WHAT THE FUCK!?" Rupert exclaimed angrily.
"Don't give me that crap, Rupert." Charles said annoyed. "You have gotten written up for being violent."
Rupert's face was red in anger as he splutter, "T-This isn't about me!"
Charles smirked in response, "Everyone knows you have anger issues, Rupert." he said.
"Arrrgh! Seriously, Charles. What's going on?" Rupert demanded.
Charles didn't say anything as his face went scarlet, he looked away from Rupert, this is awkward. "Um...uh...I." he started as he stuttered.
"Charles? What's going on?" Rupert asked again as he raised an eyebrow at him.
Charles mumbled something under his breath so Rupert couldn't hear him, "What was that?" Rupert said.
"I have..."
"Spit it out, Charles."
"I have feelings for Henry and that's one of the reasons I bully him."
After Charles admitted his secret, his face was now burning with embarrassment. He glanced at Rupert whom stared at him like he was crazy, Rupert blinked in concern.
"You what?" Rupert said in confusion.
"I...have a crush on Henry Stickmin." Charles said again.
"Okay...why?" Rupert questioned in bewilderment. "It's not that I don't trust you but of all people, why Henry?"
Charles shrugged as he rubbed his head awkwardly, he stared down his boots, he then closed his eye's. "I'm not sure...it just happened." he replied as he open his eyes. "However, when he betrayed us to join the Toppat Clan, I was so angry at him."
Rupert went up to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "We were all, Charles." he said gently.
"So when we rescued him and he joined us... I wanted to get back at him by being a bully."
"That explains the bullying."
Charles nodded as he looked down on the ground, there was silence after their exchange. Rupert was shock and confused on why Charles developed feelings for Henry but hey, you can't control who you fall in love with.
Rupert shudder at the thought of anyone falling in love with Henry.
Who would fall in love with Henry Stickmin
A/N: Be careful what you say, Rupert or else you will actually do something you don't want to do.
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SnapZ is an interesting guy. On the surface, he seems pretty easy to understand. A procrastinating, lazy dude who hates work and would rather spend all his energy avoiding it. He is a prankster, he makes rude jokes, and he laughs at kids who wipeout and old people when they slip on something. He’s not above annoying someone until they’re sick of him, because he’s used to that. He was kind of annoying to everyone Underground, and there were really only a few people that gave him the time of day. Most people liked his brother, Sans, because of his diligent work effort–but SnapZ seemed to really like getting on everyone’s nerves. If anyone did hang out with him, it was because he kept coming over and inviting himself. Eventually you just get used to someone sitting on your counters.
But underneath all of that whimsy and pranks is a guy who gets struck with deep apathy. He doesn’t sleep at night, cause when it’s quiet, he feels like something is missing. When he sleeps, it’s endless nightmares that he can’t remember when he wakes up. It’s a glimpse of a horrible smiling face, it’s the sound of someone sobbing, it’s little things that scare him so much he’s awake and wondering why he’s been crying in his sleep.
He doesn’t tell people about it–what would he say? Sure, he’s close with his boyfriend, and he’s trying to open up to him and be nice and stuff. Something about Solaire makes it so easy to be nice and soft. Like Solaire actually means what he says, which is rare for SnapZ to believe. He’s trying to make friends, but the urge to ruin their day and push them away is very strong. Like he’s protecting himself, or a part of himself. Or like he’s afraid of trying again.
He doesn’t remember that there was a timeline before his current one–when Joker was erased and the timeline was RESET for the last time, it took all the memories with it, and all traces of Joker were lost. They escaped the underground with a Human’s help, but SnapZ can’t remember their face. Except briefly, in his nightmares.
But he doesn’t tell anyone about it. Why bother? Tragedies are boring.
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9th December 2013
Dear Pete,
As a Starbucks regular I've got my little spot in the cafe that I expect to be all mine. Refusing to acknowledge anyone I turn the share off on the laptop, I settle back into the cushioned chair, and I pop my headphones in. It's mostly Lorde, Lana Del Rey, Of Monsters and Men, Katy Perry, Birds of Tokyo, that sort of thing. It's an important detail because it sets the tone for the manuscript and let's you know precisely how serious I am. James and Dave Franco could walk in and start trying to make eye contact from across the room and I still wouldn't look up. I've nearly written a whole manuscript in the last few weeks and that doesn't allow time for pursuing Hollywood romances.
Shit. Is. Real. Especially now that I'm working to a deadline. I want something finished before I move on to the next phase of my life.
Which is why it was super annoying when your brother turned up today and decided that because we're housemates who don't understand boundaries, he can interrupt me whenever he feels like it. He slapped a cafe mocha down on the table in front of me.
"Are you ever coming home?" He slides into the booth and stares at me through tired eyes.
"That has yet to be confirmed." I reach for the drink. "Is this paleo?"
"Yes, Liv," he rolls his eyes. "Chocolate milk coffee is paleo." "Awesome. Everything is paleo as long as someone says it is, so I mostly just needed you to say that."
"Are we going to talk about Big Red?"
"No."
"Okay."
We let the silence build but it isn't awkward or uncomfortable. We are just two people who are tired and have lost their words. Or at least that's what I thought it was. "A Facebook message? Really?"
"Who told you?" The accusation in my voice makes several fellow coffee drinkers turn around, so I drop my voice. "It doesn't matter. It was a stupid thing to do and it didn't make a difference anyway."
"What were you hoping for? That he'd come running back to you?"
"I'm not a delusional fool. I may have shit taste in men, but I'm sensible enough to know that being with these people is not a good idea. I don't know..." My voice trails off and I stare into space. What was I hoping for? "Maybe I was being an awful person and I was lashing out at him. Or maybe what I was really hoping was that I could stop anyone else from getting hurt here. Stop him from doing any more damage. Or maybe I just wanted to punish her for having pink hair. I don't know."
"So what did happen?"
"They both blocked me on Facebook. It was kind of an anti- climax after everything."
Christopher nodded. "He was always a crap human being, Liv. From the start he desperately wanted to be with someone, even if it wasn't the right someone. He wanted all the sex, none of the commitment, and anyone that he could call his own. He was a strange dude."
"I know, it's weird. It doesn't even hurt anymore when you say stuff like that. At first I thought I was in shock at how it all played out or denial or something, but now all I feel is apathy. He broke it so much that I don't care anymore."
He reached out and squeezed my hand. "Some might say that's a good thing."
I took what felt like the millionth deep breath in six months. I was sick of it. All the sighing, the loud inhaling, and then the earth-shattering exhalation; it was almost like those noises now provided the soundtrack to my life. He sighed. She sighed. She took a deep breath. He took a deep breath. Enough.
An unstoppable force... That was what he'd said.
In that Starbucks down the road from our house where the coffee is mediocre and there are still a few other patrons hanging around even at that late hour, that was the moment in time where the conversation couldn't be avoided any longer.
It took three more deep breaths before the words started to flow. Hopefully those would be the last ones for a while.
"Christopher," I began, staring at the carbon copy of you and realising that was the reason I hadn't ever really seen him for who he truly was. "I can't be what you want. Not right now. I know this is so cliched and from a movie and it's the part where I start yelling at the screen what an idiot she is and how much she needs to get her shit together, but for so long I thought I had dealt with being alone and I was good, ready to meet someone. I'm not." "Liv,-
"Don't, okay. We should've had this conversation months ago, right after the first time we had sex and Simon told me that you wanted something more."
"He told you that?" Christopher looked horrified.
"Yeah. Why? Is that not..." My heart races, suddenly so uncertain thinking that I've read it wrong. He drops his head into his hands and groans as I grip the table, fighting the impulse to run for the door.
Finally he speaks but his voice is so low I lean right across the table to hear it. "I didn't know he told you."
"He did. He thought I knew."
"You didn't?"
Shaking my head I laugh softly. "It took me a long time after he told me to even believe it."
"Well, this is awkward."
"It doesn't have to be. I don't want it to be. It was so easy to tell myself that you were happy with occasional sex and not being tied down to one woman, but I don't know that I believe that anymore. And I'm starting to see that over the last few years and massively in the last few months, I let myself go. I stopped being me because all these boys kept hurting my feelings. Every time I met someone knew I lashed out because of what the last one did and I don't want to do that anymore. You know in the last six months I could count on one hand all the times I've bothered to do my hair properly." I'm smiling wryly. "I'm in my thirties, single, and a day is a screaming success if I iron my hair. I stopped caring about me. I need to fix that."
Tears spring hot into my eyes and I groan as I dab at them with a napkin. "I am so sorry, this is embarrassing and I would really like to be done with crying. You have no idea how much I want to go back to not being the girl who cries constantly."
"Liv, I've stitched up your forehead, I've seen you naked more times than I've seen any other woman, and when we were eleven I cut off your ponytail."
"Nine," I interjected. "It was nine actually and it took me till I was eleven to get over it."
"Either way, it doesn't matter, but I would hope it takes more than a few tears in Starbucks for you to get embarrassed in front of me." He squeezes my hand tight again and all I want to do is curl up in his arms. Always wanting what I can't have...
"Yeah you're right."
"It's late. Come on, home time."
We stand and head for the exit and as we do he wraps one arm around my shoulders.
"Chris? I feel bad now. I didn't before, about her. I really didn't care at all. Now I feel bad though. This is all fifty percent my fault and at some stage, even though they're staying together, she's going to feel bad."
"They might still be together in twenty years, but with that message you planted a seed of doubt in the mind of an insecure girl who was so uncertain about the stability of her relationship that she monitored her boyfriend's calls and texts. He had an affair and even though she was doing that she still didn't catch him. Right now she might be claiming that she loves him and he's innocent, but that is going to eat away at her. Somehow I don't think they're ever really going to work past it."
"I am a disgusting human being."
"No, you're just someone who made some mistakes because they thought they were in love. You're not special when it comes to that one."
With a kiss on my forehead he pulls me in tight and I hug him back. We walk like that all the way home and I don't want to let go.
Liv x
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Sick
(I requested the anon)
Crush, Isolation, Home, Silence/Solitude
The very moment that Apathy opened his eyes he knew that it was going to be an absolutely awful day for him.
His throat felt like he had simultaneously swallowed razor blades and then washed them down with a nice pint of lemon juice mixed with saltwater to add a nice stinging burn to it every time he swallowed. Laying on his bed only even made him feel worse too, it was all lumpy as if someone had filled his mattress with uneven rocks during the night and had thought that he wouldn’t notice. On top of the fact that he felt way too hot for his own good, even his simple sheet was too much for him, and he was already sweating buckets of sweat, his main comforter kicked onto the floor sometime in the night.
He swallowed instinctively, and already he had to fight down a whimper of pain as he got up. The moment that he stood up tossing the sheet from his sweaty skin, Apathy felt a chill descend over him, and just like that he was freezing cold as he rubbed his bare arms.
“No short sleeve shirt today.” He blandly mumbled to himself, wincing at faint raspy huskiness of his own voice, peeling the grey worn shirt off. Apathy tossed it to the side, he didn’t have to look over there to know that it had vanished just like everything did when he no longer wanted it around.
It took a lot longer than he would have liked to summon his new shirt, as the chronic pain deep inside of his itching burning throat was a constant distraction for him. So when the warm soft long sleeve shirt finally appeared into his hands Apathy wasted no time slipping it on immediately, the pitch blackness of it was a tad bit different than his usual pale style and it did make his skin look a little bit more unhealthily pale. However, for the warmth that it gave him, it was something that was well worth it. So now, rubbing his hands up and down his covered arms, he felt his back relax, although his aching muscles certainly didn’t.
Perhaps breakfast would help.
One pair of plain grey slippers later on top of a pair of woolen socks, Apathy eventually made his way down the stairs, where chattering could be heard from the other sides as they served themselves at the dinner table. Of course, Patton had cooked again, the smell of bacon and syrupy french toast with a side of eggs would have smelled great any other day. However, today, Apathy felt his stomach roll in revulsion at the smell, nevertheless, he sat down at the end of the table sticking two pieces of french toast with his fork as well as a slice of bacon. Not that he’d be able to taste it anyway.
“Apathy...you okay kiddo?” It was Patton who noticed the sickly pallor of their newest guest, as Apathy just stood there just outside of the dining room before eventually joining them at the table. He didn’t look like he was enjoying breakfast too much, as he slowly cut his food up taking the smallest of bites before visibly wincing as he swallowed.
“I-” Apathy quickly snapped his mouth shut, as the memory of his scratchy voice came back to him, it would be a dead give away to someone like Patton. So quickly he instead nodded his head, feeling something curdling in his stomach...was it? No that was impossible, there was no way that it could be that. Especially not over something so small.
“Nah Pat, he’s just a little salty that he doesn’t look as good as me in black.” Virgil playfully smirked back at Apathy, clearly teasing the other as he went on. “I’ve got style, him...not so much.”
That was it.
A sniffle broke Virgil’s little smirk right in half as his head snapped over to Apathy no longer looking at Patton or Roman anymore, as his expression morphed into one of sheer horror.
Tears slowly trickled down Apathy’s face, no matter the effort that the other made to try and wipe them away. His breathing shuddered again and again, as if he just couldn’t get in enough oxygen as the tears continuously streamed down his face like a river of saltwater and regret.
Oh dear��� Logan’s voice gingerly murmured in his ear, but even that sounded incredibly distorted and warbled. Like a layer of cotton was pressing against his ears, it muffled even the sound of Virgil’s chair scraping against the floor. This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m Apathy, I’m not supposed to feel, I’m not supposed to cry, and I’m not supposed to let this happen! I’m Apathy! He repeated this over and over to himself, and yet it didn’t help the building emotions that laid themselves on his chest like a massive cinder block. His stomach churned from all of it, swirling around and around like one massive tornado of mistakes. When he felt the warm touch, suffocatingly warm, one on his shoulder and the other on his forehead. It was too warm..too warm!
“Pat, he’s got a fever!” Virgil cursed to himself, of course, Apathy was sick. When Roman got sick had his creative blocks, and even his personality seemed to do a complete change of itself. He’d never seen Patton sick before, but Logan...Logan reacted just about the same as Apathy was.
“Get him to his room Virge, I’ll..I’ll get him something right away.” Patton worriedly mumbled, shooting Roman a thankful look as the creative side grasped Apathy instead, easily lifting the usually emotionless side up into his arms like some princess. Apathy, in turn, sniffled again, the tears lessoning now as he sloppily wrapped his arms around Roman’s shoulders.
“My prince…” Apathy slurred, his head thumping against Roman’s chest, making the prince in question worriedly share a look with Virgil as he carefully climbed the steps.
“Thanks.” He whispered to Virgil, as the anxious side kept the door open, neatly tucking Apathy into his bed once Roman laid him down on the lumpy bed. Summoning one of his own feathery soft blankets, that was a stark red in contrast to the rest of the blank and washed out room. Roman smoothly covered Apathy up, waiting by his side as Virgil placed a cool cloth on Apathy’s forehead.
After a while, Patton’s footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, in tow he carried a platter of saltine crackers and a container of warm chicken broth.
“Hey, there kiddo.” Patton warmly smiled down at Apathy, getting a mere whine in return as Patton soaked the washcloth again reapplying it after having set the food on Apathy’s nightstand.
“Pattie…” Patton felt himself stiffen almost instantly at Logan’s rare and yet beloved nickname for him. “I don’t feel good.” A tender smile curled onto his lips as he sat himself down next to the emotionless side, before he brought his lips down on Apathy’s feverish forehead.
“Don’t worry,” Patton murmured, “We’re all here to take care of you.”
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* 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎 .
lyric starters from sour, change pronouns as needed.
𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 .
❛ i want it to be , like , messy . ❜
❛ i’m so insecure . ❜
❛ i’m so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you . ❜
❛ they’d all be so disappointed . ❜
❛ where’s my fucking teenage dream ? ❜
❛ i don't stick up for myself . ❜
❛ i'm anxious and nothing can help . ❜
❛ i wish people liked me more . ❜
❛ all i did was try my best . ❜
❛ this the kind of thanks i get ? ❜
❛ i wish i could disappear . ❜
❛ god , it's brutal out here . ❜
❛ i feel like no one wants me . ❜
❛ i only have two real friends . ❜
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 .
❛ i played dumb but i always knew . ❜
❛ i kept quiet so i could keep you . ❜
❛ ain’t it funny how you said you were friends ? ❜
❛ you betrayed me . ❜
❛ i know that you'll never feel sorry . ❜
❛ loved you at your worst but that didn't matter . ❜
❛ but you’re still a traitor . ❜
❛ there’s no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly . ❜
❛ and you told me i was paranoid . ❜
❛ i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you . ❜
𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 .
❛ i got my driver's license last week . ❜
❛ she's everything i'm insecure about . ❜
❛ how could i ever love someone else ? ❜
❛ i know we weren’t perfect but i’ve never felt this way for no one . ❜
❛ i just can’t imagine how you could be so okay now that i’m gone . ❜
❛ all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you . ❜
❛ i kinda feel sorry for them . ❜
❛ they'll never know you the way that i do . ❜
❛ i guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me . ❜
❛ i still see your face in the white cars . ❜
❛ can't drive past the places we used to go to . ❜
❛ i still fuckin’ love you . ❜
❛ i still hear your voice in the traffic . ❜
❛ you said forever . ❜
❛ now i drive alone past your street . ❜
𝟏 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟑 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 .
❛ i called you on the phone today . ❜
❛ all i did was speak normally . ❜
❛ somehow i still struck a nerve . ❜
❛ you got me fucked up in the head . ❜
❛ never doubted myself so much . ❜
❛ like am i pretty ? ❜
❛ i hate that i give you power over that kinda stuff . ❜
❛ it's always one step forward and three steps back . ❜
❛ i’m the love of your life until i make you mad . ❜
❛ do you love me , want me , hate me ? ❜
❛ no, i don't understand . ❜
❛ maybe in some masochistic way i kind of find it all exciting . ❜
❛ which lover will i get today ? ❜
❛ will you walk me to the door or send me home crying ? ❜
❛ did i say something wrong ? ❜
❛ did i do something wrong ? ❜
❛ maybe this is all your fault instead . ❜
❛ i'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all i've ever had . ❜
𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 .
❛ i bet she’s braggin’ to all her friends . ❜
❛ so when you gonna tell her that we did that , too ? ❜
❛ she thinks it's special, but it's all reused . ❜
❛ do you call her , almost say my name ? ❜
❛ that was our place . ❜
❛ i found it first . ❜
❛ do you get déjà vu ? ❜
❛ let’s be honest , we kinda do sound the same . ❜
❛ i hate to think that i was just your type . ❜
❛ that was the show we talked about . ❜
❛ don’t act like we didn’t do that shit , too . ❜
❛ a different girl now, but there's nothing new . ❜
𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝟒 𝐮 .
❛ well , good for you . ❜
❛ i guess you moved on really easily . ❜
❛ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world ? ❜
❛ you look happy and healthy . ❜
❛ not me , if you ever cared to ask . ❜
❛ you’re doin’ great out there without me . ❜
❛ god , i wish that i could do that . ❜
❛ i’ve lost my mind . ❜
❛ i’ve spent the night cryin’ on the floor of my bathroom . ❜
❛ you’re so unaffected . ❜
❛ i really don't get it . ❜
❛ i guess you’re gettin’ everything you want . ❜
❛ it's like we never even happened . ❜
❛ what the fuck is up with that ? ❜
❛ it's like you never even met me . ❜
❛ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you ? ❜
❛ you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do . ❜
❛ maybe i'm too emotional . ❜
❛ your apathy’s like a wound in salt . ❜
❛ maybe you never cared at all . ❜
𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .
❛ ‘cause i thought you'd like me more . ❜
❛ tried so hard to be everything that you liked . ❜
❛ stupid , emotional , obsessive little me . ❜
❛ i knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave . ❜
❛ the nеxt second, you were gone . ❜
❛ you left me there crying . ❜
❛ you always say i'm never satisfied . ❜
❛ but i don't think that's true . ❜
❛ all i ever wanted was to be enough for you . ❜
❛ maybe i’m just not as interesting . ❜
❛ you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more . ❜
❛ i’d say you broke my heart . ❜
❛ but you broke much more than that . ❜
❛ now i don't want your sympathy . ❜
❛ i just want myself back . ❜
❛ don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded ? ❜
❛ don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing ? ❜
❛ don't tell me you're sorry . ❜
❛ feel sorry for yourself . ❜
❛ someday i'll be everything to somebody else . ❜
❛ you'll be the one who's crying . ❜
❛ i don't think anything could ever be enough for you . ❜
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 .
❛ i thought my heart was detached . ❜
❛ does she mean you forgot about me ? ❜
❛ i hope you're happy but not like how you were with me . ❜
❛ i’m selfish, i know . ❜
❛ i hope you’re happy . ❜
❛ but don’t be happier . ❜
❛ an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean . ❜
❛ now i’m pickin’ her apart . ❜
❛ i wish you all the best , really . ❜
❛ i hope you’re happy, but don't be happier . ❜
𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 .
❛ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room . ❜
❛ wish i didn't care . ❜
❛ i know their beauty’s not my lack . ❜
❛ It feels like that weight is on my back . ❜
❛ i can't let it go . ❜
❛ comparison is killing me slowly . ❜
❛ i think i think too much . ❜
❛ i’m so sick of myself . ❜
❛ i’d rather be anyone else . ❜
❛ my jealousy started following me . ❜
❛ i see everyone getting all the things i want . ❜
❛ i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not . ❜
❛ i can't stand it . ❜
❛ oh god , i sound crazy . ❜
❛ their win is not my loss . ❜
❛ i can’t help getting caught up in it all . ❜
❛ all your friends are so cool . ❜
❛ yeah, you're living the life . ❜
❛ i wanna be you so bad . ❜
❛ i don't even know you . ❜
❛ all i see is what i should be . ❜
𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 .
❛ know that i loved you so bad . ❜
❛ i let you treat me like that . ❜
❛ i was your willing accomplice . ❜
❛ i watched as you fled the scene . ❜
❛ the things i did just so i could call you mine . ❜
❛ i hope i was your favorite crime . ❜
❛ you used me as an alibi . ❜
❛ i crossed my heart as you crossed the line . ❜
❛ i defended you to all my friends . ❜
❛ you know that i'd do it all again . ❜
❛ it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do . ❜
❛ i was doin’ it with you . ❜
❛ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face . ❜
❛ look what we became . ❜
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐤 .
❛ somehow we fell out of touch . ❜
❛ hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush . ❜
❛ don’t know if i’ll see you again someday . ❜
❛ i hope that you're okay . ❜
❛ we don't talk much . ❜
❛ i just gotta say i miss you . ❜
❛ address the letters to the holes in my butterfly wings . ❜
❛ nothing’s forever . ❜
❛ nothing’s as good as it seems . ❜
❛ i hope you know how proud i am you were created . ❜
❛ i hope that you're happier today . ❜
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olivia rodrigo : sour album ... sentence starters
tw: swearing, themes of depression & cheating
“Wish I didn't care.”
“Oh God, I sound crazy.”
“God, it's brutal out here.”
“I want it to be, like, messy.”
“I kind of feel sorry for them.”
“I know that you loved before.”
“And I wish I'd done this before.”
“Never doubted myself so much.”
“I kept quiet so I could keep you.”
“Or maybe you never cared at all.”
“It's like we never even happened.”
“And I wish people liked me more.”
“I played dumb, but I always knew.”
“Maybe this is all your fault instead.”
“Now it sure as hell don't look like it.”
“'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe.”
“Do you love me, want me, hate me?“
“'Cause I thought you'd like me more.”
“She's everything I'm insecure about.”
“Where's my fucking teenage dream?”
“Well, I hope I was your favorite crime.”
“Does she mean you forgot about me?“
“Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.”
“I hate to think that I was just your type.”
“Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too.”
“I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.”
“And God, I don't even know where to start.”
“But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it.”
“I'm the love of your life until I make you mad.”
“'Cause how could I ever love someone else?“
“'Cause I love you and I hope that you're okay.”
“The things I did, just so I could call you mine...”
“You gave me your word, but that didn't matter.”
“Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter.”
“Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.”
“I'm so sick of myself. I'd rather be anyone else.”
“Well, good for you. You look happy and healthy.”
“'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do.”
“I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff.”
“But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face.”
“So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?”
“I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you.”
“It's always one step forward and three steps back.”
“Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush.”
“'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.”
“I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.”
“I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.”
“All I did was try my best. This the kinda thanks I get?”
“Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me.”
“You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do.”
“Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily.”
“It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do.”
“And I'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life.”
“I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me.”
“Know that I loved you so bad, I let you treat me like that.”
“You betrayed me. And I know that you'll never feel sorry.”
“Now I don't want your sympathy. I just want myself back.”
“And I'd leave you, but the rollercoaster's all I've ever had.”
“And all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you.”
“All I did was speak normally. Somehow, I still struck a nerve.”
“I feel like no one wants me. And I hate the way I'm perceived.”
“And good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself.”
“Maybe I'm too emotional, but your apathy's like a wound in salt.”
“I'd say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that.”
“And maybe in some masochistic way, I kind of find it all exciting.”
“Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?“
“And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?“
“They say these are the golden years, but I wish I could disappear.”
“And you always say I'm never satisfied, but I don't think that's true.”
“And they'd all be so disappointed, 'cause who am I if not exploited?”
“And don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded?”
“If someone tells me one more time ‘Enjoy your youth,’ I'm gonna cry.”
“And I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one.”
“And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.”
“And I'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you.”
“And ain't it funny how you ran to her, the second that we called it quits?”
“And ain't it funny? All the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid?”
“Remember when you swore to God I was the only person who ever got you?”
“God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.”
“Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred.”
“And I know if you were true, there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly.”
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** sour sentence starters.
brutal.
“ i think that i’ll die before i drink. ”
“ i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you. ”
“ i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life. ”
“ they'd all be so disappointed because who am I if not exploited? ”
“ where's my fuckin' teenage dream? ”
“ if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry. ”
“ i'm anxious and nothing can help. ”
“ i wish I'd done this before. ”
“ i wish people liked me more. ”
“ all I did was try my best. ”
“ this the kind of thanks I get? ”
“ they say these are the golden years. ”
“ i wish I could disappear. ”
“ god, it's brutal out here. ”
“ i feel like no one wants me. ”
“ i only have two real friends. ”
“ lately I'm a nervous wreck. ”
“ i love people I don't like. ”
“ i hate every song I write. ”
“ i'm not cool, and I'm not smart. ”
“ i can't even parallel park. ”
“ got a broken ego, broken heart. ”
“ i don't even know where to start. ”
traitor.
“ brown guilty eyes and little white lies. ”
“ i played dumb but I always knew. ”
“ i kept quiet so I could keep you. ”
“ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits? ”
“ ain't it funny how you said you were friends? ”
“ it sure as hell don't look like it. ”
“ you betrayed me. ”
“ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. ”
“ loved you at your worst but that didn't matter. ”
“ guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor. ”
“ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly. ”
“ ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid? ”
“ remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid? ”
“ i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you. ”
“ you gave me your word but that didn't matter. ”
drivers license.
“ i got my driver's license last week. ”
“ just like we always talked about. ”
“ today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around. ”
“ you're probably with that blonde girl. ”
“ she's so much older than me. ”
“ she's everything I'm insecure about. ”
“ how could I ever love someone else? “
“ i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one. ”
“ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. ”
“ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. ”
“ all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you. ”
“ I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do. ”
“ i still see your face in the white cars, front yards. ”
“ can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you. ”
1 step forward, 3 steps back.
“ i called you on the phone today. ”
“ all I did was speak normally. ”
“ you got me fucked up in the head. ”
“ like am I pretty? am I fun? ”
“ i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff. ”
“ it's always one step forward and three steps back. ”
“ i'm the love of your life until I make you mad. ”
“ do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand. ”
“ maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting. ”
“ which lover will I get today? ”
“ will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'? ”
“ it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong? ”
“ it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said. ”
“ i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had. ”
deja vu.
“ strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two? ”
“ i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique. ”
“ so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? ”
“ that was our place, I found it first. ”
“ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you. ”
“ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”
“ do you call her, almost say my name? ”
“ i hate to think that I was just your type. ”
“ don't act like we didn't do that shit too. ”
“ play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel. ”
good 4 u.
“ well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. ”
“ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. ”
“ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? ”
“ good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself. ”
“ i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped. ”
“ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl. ”
“ well, good for you, you look happy and healthy. ”
“ not me, if you ever cared to ask. ”
“ good for you, you're doin' great out there without me. ”
“ i've lost my mind. ”
“ i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom. ”
“ it's like we never even happened. ”
“ what the fuck is up with that? ”
“ good for you, it's like you never even met me. ”
“ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you? ”
“ well, screw that and screw you. ”
“ you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do. ”
“ maybe I'm too emotional. ”
“ your apathy's like a wound in salt. ”
“ maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. ”
“ like a damn sociopath. ”
enough for you.
“ i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more. ”
“ i know that you loved before. ”
“ tried so hard to be everything that you like. ”
“ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart. ”
“ stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. ”
“ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. ”
“ you found someonе more exciting. ”
“ you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong. ”
“ you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true. ”
“ all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. ”
“ maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before. ”
“ you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more. ”
“ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that. ”
“ i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back. ”
“ don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? ”
“ don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? ”
“ don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself. ”
“ someday i’ll be everything to somebody else. ”
“ you’ll be the one crying. ”
happier.
“ we broke up a month ago. ”
“ your friends are mine you know. ”
“ you’ve moved on, found someone new. ”
“ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past. ”
“ she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty. ”
“ does she mean you forgot about me ? ”
“ i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me. ”
“ i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go. ”
“ find someone great, but don’t find no one better. ”
“ i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier. ”
“ do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen? ”
“ an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean. ”
“ remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me? ”
“ now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. ”
“ she’s beautiful, she looks kind. ”
“ she probably gives you butterflies. ”
“ i wish you all the best, really. ”
“ say you love her, just not like you loved me. ”
“ think of me fondly when your hands are on her. ”
jealousy jealousy.
“ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. ”
“ all i see are girls too good to be true. ”
“ i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back. ”
“ comparison is killing me slowly. ”
“ i think i think too much. ”
“ i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else. ”
“ my jealousy started following me. ”
“ i see everyone getting all the things i want. ”
“ i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not. ”
“ i can’t stand it. ”
“ oh god i sound crazy. ”
“ their win is not my loss, i know it’s true. ”
“ i can’t help getting caught up in it all. ”
“ all your friends are so cool. ”
“ you go out every night. ”
“ you’re living the life. ”
“ i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you. ”
“ all i see is what i should be. ”
favourite crime.
“ know that i love you so bad. ”
“ i let you treat me like that. ”
“ i was your willing accomplice. ”
“ i watched as you fled the scene. ”
“ doe-eyed as you buried me. ”
“ the things i did just so i could call you mine. ”
“ the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime. ”
“ you used me as an alibi. ”
“ i crossed my heart and you crossed the line. ”
“ i defended you to all my friends. ”
“ every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around. ”
“ you know that i’d do it all again. ”
“ it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do. ”
“ i was going down but i was doing it with you. ”
“ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face. ”
“ look what we became. ”
hope ur ok.
“ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child. ”
“ wore long sleeves because of his dad. ”
“ somehow we fell out of touch. ”
“ hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush. ”
“ don’t know if i’ll see you again someday. ”
“ i hope that you’re okay. ”
“ her parents hated who she loved. ”
“ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood. ”
“ with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred. ”
“ we don’t talk much. ”
“ i miss you and i hope that you’re okay. ”
“ address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings. ”
“ nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems. ”
“ when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close. ”
“ i hope you know how proud i am. ”
“ i hope that you’re happier today. ”
“ i love you and i hope that you’re okay. ”
#rp meme#rp sentence meme#rp sentence starters#ask meme#rp ask prompts#lyrical meme#lyric rp meme#this took approx 900 years to make
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SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS
(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))
001. BRUTAL .
‘ i think that i'll die before i drink . ’
‘ who likes me ?? ’
‘ who hates you ?? ’
‘ who am i if not exploited ?? ’
‘ where's my fucking teenage dream ?? ’
‘ i don't stick up for myself . ’
‘ i'm anxious and nothing can help . ’
‘ and i wish i'd done this before . ’
‘ and i wish people liked me more . ’
‘ all i did was try my best , this the kinda thanks i get ?? ’
‘ i wish i could disappear . ’
‘ ego crush is so severe . ’
‘ god , it's brutal out here . ’
‘ i feel like no one wants me . ’
‘ and i hate the way i'm perceived . ’
‘ i only have two real friends . ’
‘ lately , i'm a nervous wreck . ’
‘ i'm not cool , and i'm not smart , and i can't even parallel park . ’
‘ got a broken ego , and broken heart . ’
‘ god , i don't even know where to start . ’
002. TRAITOR .
‘ i played dumb , but i always knew . ’
‘ i kept quiet so i could keep you . ’
‘ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits ?? ’
‘ ain't it funny how you said you were friends ?? now it sure as hell don't look like it . ’
‘ you betrayed me . ’
‘ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt . ’
‘ you talked to her when we were together . ’
‘ loved you at your worst , but that didn't matter . ’
‘ it took you two weeks to go off and date her . ’
‘ guess you didn't cheat , but you're still a traitor . ’
‘ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly . ’
‘ remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid ?? ’
‘ god , i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you . ’
‘ you gave me your word , but that didn't matter . ’
003. DRIVERS LICENSE .
‘ i got my driver's license last week . ’
‘ you were so excited for me . ’
‘ and you're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt . ’
‘ she's everything i'm insecure about . ’
‘ how could i ever love someone else ?? ’
‘ i know we weren't perfect but i've never felt this way for no one . ’
‘ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that i'm gone . ’
‘ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me . ’
‘ you said forever , now i drive alone past your street . ’
‘ all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you . ’
‘ they'll never know you the way that i do . ’
‘ today , i drove through the suburbs and pictured i was driving home to you . ’
‘ i still fuckin' love you , babe . ’
‘ i still hear your voice in the traffic . ’
‘ i know we're through but i still fuckin' love you . ’
004. 1 STEP FORWARD , 3 STEPS BACK .
‘ all i did was speak normally . somehow , i still struck a nerve . ’
‘ you got me fucked up in the head , boy . ’
‘ never doubted myself so much . ’
‘ am i pretty ?? am i fun ?? ’
‘ i hate that i give you power over that kinda stuff . ’
‘ it's always one step forward and three steps back . ’
‘ i'm the love of your life until i make you mad . ’
‘ do you love me , want me , hate me ?? ’
‘ i don't understand . ’
‘ maybe in some masochistic way i kind of find it all exciting . ’
‘ which lover will i get today ?? ’
‘ will you walk me to the door or send me home crying ?? ’
‘ did i say something wrong ?? ’
‘ it's back and forth , going over everything i said . ’
‘ did i do something wrong ?? ’
‘ maybe this is all your fault instead . ’
‘ i'd leave you , but the rollercoaster's all i've ever had . ’
005. DEJA VU .
‘ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too ?? ’
‘ that was our place , i found it first . ’
‘ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you . ’
‘ do you get déjà vu when she’s with you ?? ’
‘ do you get déjà vu ?? ’
‘ do you call her , almost say my name ?? ’
‘ let's be honest , we kinda do sound the same . ’
‘ i hate to think that i was just your type . ’
‘ now i bet you even tell her how you love her . ’
‘ don't act like we didn't do that shit too . ’
‘ you're tradin' jackets like we used to do . ’
‘ a different girl now , but there's nothing new . ’
‘ i know you get déjà vu . ’
006. GOOD 4 U .
‘ good for you , i guess you moved on really easily . ’
‘ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks . ’
‘ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world ?? ’
‘ good for you , i guess that you've been workin' on yourself . ’
‘ i guess that therapist i found for you , she really helped . ’
‘ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl . ’
‘ well , good for you you look happy and healthy , not me , if you ever cared to ask . ’
‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , god , i wish that i could do that . ’
‘ i've lost my mind , i've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom . ’
‘ you're so unaffected , i really don't get it but i guess good for you . ’
‘ well , good for you , i guess you're gettin' everything you want . ’
‘ it's like we never even happened baby , what the fuck is up with that ?? ’
‘ good for you , it's like you never even met me . ’
‘ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you ?? well , screw that , and screw you . ’
‘ you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do !! ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional but your apathy's like a wound in salt . ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all . ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional . ’
‘ your apathy is like a wound in salt . ’
‘ maybe you never cared at all . ’
‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , like a damn sociopath . ’
007. ENOUGH FOR YOU .
‘ i wore makeup when we dated 'cause i thought you'd like me more . ’
‘ tried so hard to be everything that you liked . ’
‘ i knew how you took your coffee and your favorite songs by heart . ’
‘ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart . ’
‘ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave . ’
‘ you found someonе more exciting the nеxt second , you were gone . ’
‘ you left me there cryin' , wonderin' what i did wrong . ’
‘ and you always say i'm never satisfied but i don't think that's true . ’
‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough for you . ’
‘ and maybe i'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before . ’
‘ but god , you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more . ’
‘ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that . ’
‘ i don't want your sympathy , i just want myself back . ’
‘ i just want myself back . ’
‘ don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded ?? ’
‘ don't you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing ?? ’
‘ but don't tell me you're sorry . ’
‘ feel sorry for yourself . ’
‘ someday , i'll be everything to somebody else . ’
‘ you say i'm never satisfied but that's not me , it's you . ’
‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough . ’
‘ i don't think anything could ever be enough for you . ’
‘ nothing's enough for you . ’
008. HAPPIER .
‘ you've moved on , found someone new . ’
‘ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past . ’
‘ does she mean you forgot about me ?? ’
‘ i hope you're happy but not like how you were with me . ’
‘ i'm selfish , i know , i can't let you go . ’
‘ find someone great , but don't find no one better . ’
‘ i hope you're happy , but don't be happier . ’
‘ do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen ?? ’
‘ remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me ?? ’
‘ and now i'm pickin' her apart like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart . ’
‘ she's beautiful , she looks kind ... she probably gives you butterflies . ’
‘ i wish you all the best , really . ’
‘ say you love her , just not like you loved me . ’
‘ think of me fondly when your hands are on her . ’
009. JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY .
‘ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room . ’
‘ i know their beauty's not my lack . ’
‘ i can't let it go . ’
‘ comparison is killin' me slowly . ’
‘ i think i think too much 'bout kids who don't know me . ’
‘ i'm so sick of myself . ’
‘ i'd rather be anyone else . ’
‘ my jealousy started followin' me . ’
‘ i'm happy for them , but then again , i'm not . ’
‘ oh god , i sound crazy . ’
‘ their win is not my loss . ’
‘ i can't help gettin' caught up in it all . ’
‘ all your friends are so cool , you go out every night . ’
‘ you're livin' the life . ’
‘ i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you . ’
‘ all i see is what i should be: happier . prettier . ’
‘ all i see is what i should be . ’
‘ i'm losin' it , all i get's jealousy . ’
010. FAVORITE CRIME .
‘ know that i loved you so bad i let you treat me like that . ’
‘ i was your willing accomplice . ’
‘ i watched as you fled the scene . ’
‘ one heart broke , four hands bloody . ’
‘ the things i did just so i could call you mine . ’
‘ the things you did … well , i hope i was your favorite crime . ’
‘ you used me as an alibi . ’
‘ i defended you to all my friends . ’
‘ now every time a siren sounds i wondеr if you're around . ’
‘ 'cause you know that i'd do it all again . ’
‘ i hope i was your favorite crime . ’
‘ it's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do . ’
‘ i was goin' down , but i was doin' it with you . ’
‘ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face . ’
‘ look what we became . ’
‘ i hope i was your favorite crime , 'cause baby , you were mine . ’
011. HOPE UR OK .
‘ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child . ’
‘ he wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad . ’
‘ somehow , we fell out of touch . ’
‘ don't know if i'll see you again someday but if you're out there , i hope that you're okay . ’
‘ she raised her brothers on hеr own . ’
‘ she couldn't wait to go to college . ’
‘ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood . ’
‘ we don't talk much , but i just gotta say i miss you and i hope that you're okay . ’
‘ nothing's forever , nothing is as good as it seems . ’
‘ well , i hope you know how proud i am you were created . ’
‘ but , god , i hope that you're happier today . ’
‘ 'cause i love you and i hope that you're okay . ’
#sour sentence starters#sour meme#lyrics meme#rp meme#ask meme#sentence starters#rp starters#lyric starters#music starters#this has been sitting in my drafts since this album came out
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