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@doesntlikemusicals
—𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬. an independent, low activity portrayal of paul matthews from starkid's hatchetfield universe. this is a canon compliant and headcanon-based portrayal. crossovers welcomed and highly encouraged! written and loved by bard (she/her).
MEMES. PROMO.
please read below the cut before following!
Paul's "sickest burn" against Ted definitely went something like, "Ted? Try tedious." But it didn't land because Ted's name is pronounced differently than the beginning of the word "tedious."
drop the pro shot already
crickets chirp, out of sight, blissfully unaware of the zombie-like invasion happening all around them. they play their night song like everything is normal. meanwhile, paul's world has come crashing to a halt.
paul leans with his back against a wall. blood stains his face, hands, and clothes. in his arms, he holds the love of his life. broken, too still, eyes staring blankly at nothing until he can't stand it anymore, and he has to close them for her. the crickets chirp their melody, but the song barely reaches his ears. he glances at general macnamara's watch around his wrist.
the helicopter has come and gone.
not that it matters. paul told the general that he couldn't leave hatchetfield without harmony, and he can't. the thought of leaving her here, just another casualty in an invasion that he's powerless to stop, nauseates him. he held her until she left. he watched her take her last breath. he cried every tear inside of him. now, he's waiting.
send ' no, don't leave me... ' for the senders muse to die in the receivers arms. + reverse for the receivers muse to die in the senders arms.
this is the part of the night when paul usually gets dressed and goes home to an empty apartment, but he doesn’t mind. he knows he’ll see her again soon. hopefully within the next few days, if he’s lucky.
she hasn’t hinted at having an early morning, but it’s getting late, and he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome and push his luck. he finds it insane enough that they’ve been steadily seeing one another for about a month now. honestly, he finds it crazy that she agreed to see him at all. maybe he’s not as much of a loser as he always thought he was. maybe.
paul sits up and moves towards the edge of the bed, but he stops when he feels her hand on his arm. he glances at her over his shoulder.
“stay with me, okay?”
paul blinks. “what?”
what do you mean ‘what?’ he chastises himself. she’s never asked you to stay over before. say yes!
slowly, he scoots back into place next to her. he’s pretty sure his heart has never beat quite this hard before. he swallows, his mouth suddenly gone dry.
“i’m– i mean, yeah, sure. of course i’ll stay.”
he wears his best poker face as he drapes his arm over her shoulders. he realizes that he might wake up from a dream at any moment. surely he’s somehow taken over someone else’s life because there’s no way in hell he deserves a woman like her.
@storietm sent: “stay with me , okay ?” ( also from emma! )
when paul learns emma's name, walks outside, and goes, "...emma," i fully expected him to bust out a maria-esque song (a la west side story)
the days following the explosion have been a blur, a nightmare that’s unfortunately impossible to wake from. paul’s days have been one big jumble. he’s unsure how much time has passed at this point, and today feels blurrier than most.
becky must have been speaking to him already. he’s not sure for how long. he’s pretty sure he recalls her saying something about looking pale. was she talking about him?
she presses the back of her hand against his forehead, then his cheek, and he doesn’t even have the energy to argue that he’s fine and she doesn’t need to fuss over him. does he have a fever? he’s felt off since this morning, but he’s felt “off” every morning since the bomb hit. he’s lost his baseline for normalcy because normal doesn’t exist anymore. finally, he seems to shake some of the fog loose from his mind, and he shrugs.
“i don't know. maybe?”
dread taps its icy fingers against his spine as his mind wakes up a little more, and anxiety runs rampant. he shudders.
“oh, shit. you don’t think it’s like… radiation poisoning or anything like that, do you? is that a real thing? were they even radioactive? fuck.”
@nursebarnes sent: you're burning up . you running a fever ?
wow. i love them so big.
MUTUALS MAY INTERACT.
I like this guy I hope nothing bad happens to him.
crimson splotches stain paul’s white button-up–the remnants of a friend he lost no more than thirty minutes ago. there’d been no time to feel the heartache from that loss, still so fresh that it feels more like a nightmare than reality, and now he’s come face-to-face with a fresh horror. in the time that it took for his and bill’s excursion to go horribly wrong, things at professor hidgen’s home seem to have taken a drastic turn for the worse. restraints bind emma’s and ted’s wrists.
paul tried to get them out without alerting the professor, but he failed. again.
his heart hammers a painful, erratic rhythm against his chest. he doesn’t think he can bear to lose anyone else. especially not them. paul barely focuses on hidgen’s mad ramblings about world peace and how mankind failed as a species. all he can think about is how to get emma and ted out of this safely. his chest feels too tight, but he keeps breathing and manages to scramble together a string of thoughts that he hopes might turn the tide in their favor. he wrestles his mind into submission, forcing it to focus on the problem hidgens has presented.
“we have failed as a species,” he blurts out. “you’re right.” he glances towards emma and ted, giving them a look that he hopes conveys that he’s doing his best here. he returns his attention to professor hidgens. “spectacularly!”
he manages not to stumble over his words despite his racing heart.
“but isn’t that the thing about being human? we fuck up all the time, but we learn from our fuck-ups, and we keep going. and we try again.” paul’s chest rapidly rises and falls. he edges closer to emma’s chair. “what those things out there want is for everyone to be exactly the same. i mean, come on… do you really want to be anything like me?” he motions towards himself. “i get wanting to fix things, professor, but this isn’t the miracle you think it is.”
@storiem sent: “we failed miserably as a species on this planet .” ( from hidgens! )
↪ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀 ? ( a collection of sentence starters from the 2017 film . adjust phrasing as necessary . )
i like it . did you write that ?
haven't i already told you that ?
tell me , [ name ] , what's your secret ?
you're looking fresh as a daisy .
are you okay ? you seem ...
i'm just tired . tomorrow's a big day .
that's very important , do you understand ?
why can't you just accept that this is your family ?
this isn't a family , it's a repressive regime .
you're driving us all crazy .
this is our life , it is what it is .
you're burning up . you running a fever ?
shut the fuck up .
all these years , i've been trying to figure out your angle .
you're not interested in anyone .
[ name ] . i'm onto you .
you can't just vanish .
is there a problem ?
there's obviously been a mistake , can you please tell me what i'm doing here ?
what a pleasure to meet you .
i know who you are .
i'm amazed you made it this far .
this is ... this is all a big mistake .
for your sake , i wish that were true .
is there another way ?
i can't believe this is happening .
we can't just sit here . we gotta do something !
i don't wanna die . i don't wanna die .
you're gonna be okay , i'm here .
i'm sorry . i'm so sorry .
you're supposed to be the believer .
i don't know what i believe . i don't know who i am .
they won't suffer .
sometimes , i think " to hell with it " . to hell with everybody .
do not underestimate [ name ] .
make this a priority .
we always work best as a team .
somebody wants us to disappear . the question is why .
this isn't a game , [ name ] . don't lose your head out there .
what's it gonna be ?
playing dumb doesn't suit you , [ name ] .
get the fuck out of there !
that's not an option .
i wanted to , uh ... try something new .
hold on , we've got a situation .
all your big talk , and you've ... never been with anyone ?
trust me , we're doing them a favor .
i'm scared , [ name ] . what are we gonna do ?
shhh , we're gonna get you out of here .
we failed miserably as a species on this planet .
anyone who's willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood can never truly be trusted .
you sold us out . how could you ?
i thought you of all people would understand .
what do you know about family ?
i did everything i was told . i did everything right .
i didn't plan this . it got out of my control .
i was a total fuck - up .
if i could go back and change it all , i would .
promise me you won't let them take them .
stay with me , okay ?
𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 ;; an ind. paul matthews. written by bard. ©
look at this piece of shit
he's a ten, buuuuut he still hasn't accepted my facebook friend request. </3
♢ — send [ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] and finish it in my muse’s inbox.
"uhhh... that's an old account. i don't really use facebook that much anymore." is his profile public? he has no idea. and he hopes ted doesn't either. "i don't even have my login information anymore."
