𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕩

independent travis martinez from showtime series yellowjackets sophie / 25+ / she/her

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independent   teen   /   young   adult   heavily   headcanon   based   travis martinez   from   showtime   series   yellowjackets   written   by    sophie.   25+   she/her   est   &   complete   90′s   child.   this   blog   is   low   activity   selective   &   mutuals   only.   read   all   guidelines   before   following   me   or   interacting.  info   about   travis   can   be found   here   &   his   verses   are   here. feel   free   to   send   me   memes   to   interact!   you   can   check   this   post   to   see   what   i   owe.   i   update   it    every   day.   a   thread   tracker   can   be   found   here.

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this blog is now an archive. new blog can be found @dontcallmeflex. its a side blog to @thesmokingun. i will follow back from there

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friends,   i   have   not   died   over   here.   i   just   suck.   i’ll   be   getting   to   the   things   i   owe  asap.   feel   free   to   send   in   memes   or   like   starter   calls!   

[mortalkombat4]

headphones are an epic invention. like yes i am in my little bubble listening to music that you can’t hear

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@depictedblue​ asked :  ( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack.

comforting actions status: accepting

"hey   it's   gonna   be   okay."   did   travis   know   what   he   was   talking   about?   absolutely   not.   he   couldn't   even   handle   his   own   panic   attacks.   let   alone   someone   else's.   but   his   heart   was   in   the   right   place   and   he   was   going   to   try.   "breathe   with   me."   it   was   something   that   everyone   seemed   to   say   in   these   situations   even   if   it   sounded   so   stupid.   what   else   were   you   going   to   do?   stop   breathing?   die?   a   hand   soothingly   rubbed   cassie's   back   as   he   tried   to   calm   her.   if   this   didn't   work   he'd   have   to   go   get   someone   that   knew   what   the   hell   they   were   doing.   someone   qualified.   "think   about   something   nice...beaches,   a   nice   field   with   flowers."   those   sounded   calming.   he   took   her   hand   with   his   other   one   to   try   and   ground   her.   it   seemed   to   be   working.   she   wasn’t   shaking   as   bad.   "it's   okay.   i'm   gonna   stay   right   here."   and   he   would   unless   she   started   to   freak   out   again   to   the   point   where   he   felt   she   might   need   more   help   than   he   could   give.   he   didn’t   want   her   to   fucking   die   or   anything.

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i   only   have   a   few   drafts   to   do   here.   like   this   post   for   a   starter   while   i   work   on   them.

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WITH HELL IN MY EYES AND WITH DEATH IN MY VEINS THE END IS CLOSING IN…

independent   semi   selective   &   canon   divergent   blog   for   teen   /   young   adult   travis    martinez    from   showetime   series   yellowjackets.   survived   by   sophie     25+   est. read   GUIDELINES  before   following   /   interacting.

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[moonpiehelps]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.

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@mcsaiccfmuses​​ asked : ❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ (From natalie *waves*)

for the damaged sentence starters status : accepting

travis   had   to   push   aside   his   annoyance.   he   reminded   himself   that   it   wasn't   even   natalie   that   he   was   irritated   by.   it   was   everyone   else   around   them   and   the   situation   they   were   in   as   a   whole.   she   cared   about   him.   she   was   probably   the   first   person   that   ever   had   aside   from   his   mother.   and   most   of   the   time   travis   had   believed   that   was   merely   parental   obligation.   nat   was   different.   she   was   something   special.   

"you   haven't   in   all   this   time   have   you?"   his   voice   wasn’t   harsh   like   it   normally   might   be.   instead   it   was   soft.   sincere.   he   hadn't   always   been   nice   to   her   and   never   really   stopped   to   consider   how   that   hurt   her.   it   probably   did   make   her   feel   like   she'd   lost   him.   "i'm   right   here   and   i'm   not   going   anywhere."   he   slung   an   arm   around   her   shoulders   and   pulled   her   close   to   him.   it   was   both   for   her   benefit   as   well   as   his   own.   travis   liked   having   natalie   near   him.   "i   hate   to   say   it   but   i   think   you   might   be   stuck   with   me."   they   were   all   stuck   with   each   other   out   there   but   this   was   different.   there   was   no   one   else   he'd   rather   be   stuck   with.   he   could   lose   everyone   else   tomorrow   and   as   long   as   she   stayed,   he’d   be   just   fine.

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antlrcrwnd:

there weren’t any words to describe what had happened. lottie didn’t know what happened  -—  something just took over. the hunt was all that mattered in those moments. howling and barking like dogs. running with wolves. it was primal instinct, and growing desperation taking charge. and while she wasn’t the only one who hunted the poor boy down, she certainly seemed to have the guiltiest conscience. and so, for a long moment as she sat beside him, knees hugged loosely to her chest, she’s silent. it wasn’t hard to decipher that travis was among the lot that didn’t buy into the woods spirit bullshit. there’s no reasoning with him there. but he’s owed something regardless, therefore an apology slips from her lips smoothly.  “ travis … i’m sorry. i don’t know what happened or what it was or … — we were all seriously fucked up, you know? “  thanks misty fucking quigley. tanned features are painted with sadness, a slight frown tugging at the corners of her mouth as she finally looks over at him.  “ shrooms don’t excuse anything though. i am sorry, really. ”

was   this   a   foreshadowing   of   what   they   were   to   become?   what   all   of   them   were   to   become?   even   himself,   javi   and   natalie?   the   rest   were   likely   candidates   to   succumb   to   the   madness   based   on   the   events   of   the   night   before.   excluding   coach.   that   guy   still   remained   mostly   level   headed.   sure   he   was   a   little   ignorant   to   all   that   was   going   on   around   him   in   this   terrifying,   female   dominated   group   but   still   somewhat   in   his   right   mind.   for   now.   if   they   were   starving   any   behavior   was   possible   and   that   led   travis   to   worry   that   the   night   before   was   just   a   preview.   how   far   down   would   they   all   go   into   this   descent   of   insanity   before   they   were   rescued.   if   they   ever   were.   lottie   seemed   different   today.   more   like   the   old   lottie   before   she   started   ranting   about   the   spirits   of   the   trees   and   how   the   dead   cabin   guy   wanted   blood.   like   the   girl   she'd   been   before   trying   to   convince   shauna   that   he'd   wanted   to   become   a   sacrifice.   he'd   liked   her   well   enough   in   the   past   but   now   there   wasn't   ever   a   chance   that   he   was   going   to   return   to   a   time   when   he   wasn't   scared   shitless   of   her.   

it   took   him   just   as   long   of   a   moment   to   answer   her   as   it   had   for   her   to   offer   up   the   apology.   what   did   he   even   say   to   her?   'yeah.   okay.   it's   cool.   nat   saved   the   day.'   just   didn't   seem   like   the   right   answer   because   it   was   far   from   ever   being   okay.   "i...uh."   don't   show   fear.   he   reminded   himself.   "it's   over.   we   were   all   a   mess."   every   single   one   of   them   minus   jackie   as   he   came   to   realize   after   he'd   fucked   her.   she   was   the   only   one   intelligent   enough   to   not   eat   the   stew.   or   maybe   it   was   just   her   being   stubborn.   she'd   been   refusing   to   eat   on   and   off   for   weeks   now   so   it   wasn't   a   new   thing.   "we'll..."   another   clearing   of   his   throat.   "get   past   it."   somehow   they   had   to.

@antlrcrwnd​

[selcouthwitch]

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

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&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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most   people   had   gone   inside   to   take   their   seats   so   there   weren't   many   people   still   lingering   outside.   this   had   to   be   her.   she   fit   the   description   given   to   him   in   their   very   brief   phone   call.   pale   skin,   blonde   shag,   leather   jacket.   hot   as   hell   -   although   that   was   his   own   assumption   and   not   part   of   her   description.   travis   decided   to   try   his   luck.   he   was   anxious   and   hoped   he   wasn't   about   to   make   a   fool   of   himself.   what   else   would   be   new?   in   the   back   of   his   mind   he   could   hear   his   father   laughing   at   him   just   as   he   always   did   when   he   was  doing   something   the   old   man   believed   he   was   'destined   to   fail’   at.  dating   was   a   prime   example   of   that.   

approaching   her   he   held   the   extra   ticket   in   his   sweating   palm.   the   ticket   that   landed   him   in   this   situation.   he'd   bought   two   tickets   on   impulse   before   asking   a   girl   he'd   been   into   to   go   with   him.   it   had   resulted   in   her   laughing   in   his   face   and   telling   him   'no   chance   flex'   -   even   worse   bobby   farleigh   who   had   been   the   bane   of   existence   in   high   school  -   and   the  asshole   who   was   responsible   for   that   name   -   had   overheard   it   all.   he'd   left   the   party   the   party   pissed   off   and   beat   up   a   tree   on   the   way   home   -  evidence   of   that   was   was   still   wrapped   around   his   wrist   in   the   form   of   an   ace   bandage.   please   jesus,   don't   let   this   girl   ask   about   it.   that   was   all   he   needed.   she   was   cute.   probably   way   out   of   his   league.   she   was   a   friend   a   friend   and   he   was   sure   that   in   the   end   nothing   would   come   of   it   other   than   her   tolerating   him   for   the   night   for   a   free   ticket   to   see   metallica.   travis   learned   long   ago   not   to   get   his   hopes   up.   

“are   you   mary   jane?”   even   the   name   was   adorable   as   hell.

@hauntsallmywhatifs​ // closed & plotted

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scftheartiisms​:

“ r—-right, y—yes, of c—course …. i w—was just …. “ it is not something she has not been told to do before, especially taking into account how pronounced her stutter really is. sometimes she did not believe it to be too terrible, though when it was pointed out in a way that was so glaringly obvious out of irritation and exasperation, valerie became more and more aware of it. of course, this did not mean she would be able to control it better, even if she did wish she capable of doing so. the last thing that she would want to do is willfully be annoying to someone else.

she knows quite well that whenever she did have something to say, that by the time the whole of the words got out and were in the open, they would lose near all of the meaning they were supposed to hold. it might be why she did not speak up much to begin with, though she also knows that it is not just this, and there is a myriad of other reasons as to why she would much rather remain silent. sometimes she would even have trouble remembering what it is that she was trying to convey, and she would have to cut herself off even before she completed it. the matter was something that was not too pressing, nothing to be concerned over. in fact, she does not know why she even opened her mouth the begin with unless she had something to actually say that would be of value at all.

there is no anger or hurt she holds for what he told her, as he did not mean it, she does not believe so. everyone has their off day, and valerie understood this; maybe she was too forgiving on this though. people would be nasty to her nearly every time they encountered her, and she would just write it off as the same thing. though what else could she do? she did know that she could be seen as a nuisance, and could be seen as wasting their time. they have no obligation to listen, she does not expect them to. okay, maybe it did sting a bit, since she did do her best.

“ it is n—noth—nothing i—imp—important, a—apolo—apologies. “ she did not need to have him being more cross with her than he already was, so she will drop it and not even attempt to finish her thought; whatever it was to begin with.

now   travis   is   even   more   exasperated   with   her.   was   she   telling   him   she   wanted   nothing?   absolutely   nothing?   just   to   stutter   in   his   face.   it   appeared   to   be   that   way.   unbelievable.   he   didn't   even   know   how   to   answer   her   and   it   took   all   his   resolve   not   to   completely   lose   it.   after   a   few   minutes   he   started   to   calm   down.   it    wasn’t   valerie   he   was   angry   with   after   all.   

"alright,   val."   he   just   sighed.   he   wasn't   really   mad   at   her.   it   had   just   been   a   hard   day   and   this   was   just   the   catalyst   that   caused   him   to   snap.   travis   tried   to   remember   that   it   was   not   her   fault.   she   couldn't   control   that   he   got   a   big   fat   f   on   his   report   card   in   gym   class   or   that   his   father   was   going   to   overlook   all   the   a's   and   b's   in   his   other   classes   and   punish   him   for   it.   to   the   old   man   sports   and   physical   education   was   like   the   holy   grail   of   a   boys   life.   what   did   it   matter   if   the   coaches   son   was   good   in   english   or   math?   it   was   fucked   up   but   what   else   was   new.   

"don't   worry   about   it."   he   sighed   feeling   nothing   but   defeat   now.   "you   want   me   to   give   you   a   ride   home   while   i   still   have   a   car?"   there   was   no   doubt   in   his   mind   that   he'd   be   busing   it   or   even   worse   riding   to   school   with   this   father   for   the   god   only   knew   how   long   once   he   presented   that   report   card.   maybe   she'd   remember   her   through   on   the   way   home.   or   just   stammer   awkwardly   the   whole   way   there.   at   least   it   would   be   a   distraction   from   worrying   about   how   unbelievably   fucked   he   was.   “sorry   i   snapped   at   you.”

 @scftheartiisms​

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[leneemusing]

SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS 

[ TRUST ]  sender gently telling the receiver “just let go” as they get them to finish.  

[ TRUSTED ]  receiver gently telling sender “just let go” as they get them to finish. 

[ GRATIFY ]  sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them. 

[ GRATIFYING ]  receiver asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating sender after teasing them. 

[ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. 

[ CONTROLLED ]  receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue.  

[ GAZE ]  sender taking receiver’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

[ HOLD ]  sender holding receiver close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you.” 

[ HELD ]  receiver holding sender close during an especially intense moment and whispering “i’ve got you” 

[ CLOSE ]  sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. 

[ JOY ]  sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ JOYFUL ]  receiver getting louder than usual which makes sender start laughing affectionately,  taking the opportunity to check in. 

[ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. 

[ ADORE ]  sender whispering “you’re perfect” to receiver after undressing them. 

[ ADORED ]  receiver whispering “you’re perfect” to sender after undressing them. 

[leneemusing]

some angst idk y’all i like crying

“  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” 

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ” 

“  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ”

“  i know it’s not fair to say this,  but i don’t have anything without you.  if i don’t have you i have nothing.  ”

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

“  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” 

“  sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before.  it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new.  ”

“  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” 

“  because of what they/you did i’m damaged.  ”  

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

“  i can’t fix you.  you can’t expect me to know how to fix you.  ” 

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ”

“  my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop ”  

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ”

“  i don’t know how to talk about shit okay?  it’s too hard.  but i do care.  i need you to trust me that i care.  ”

 “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ”

“  whatever it is you think was going on between us,  you’re wrong.  ”

“  it didn’t mean anything to me.  ” 

“  you should move on.  i did.  ”  

“  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ”  

“  i don’t need you in my life.  i don’t want you in it.  ”  

“  i can’t trust myself.  if i let myself get comfortable enough,  when i try to be happy,  people get hurt.  ”  

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”  

“  you want the truth?  the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison.  it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up.  and it’ll destroy us both.  ”  

“  i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.  ”  

“  you never had to be perfect.  you just had to stay.  ”

“  will you please just stay for once.  just.  don’t walk away.  ” 

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”   

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ”

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

“  how can you uncover so much about someone,  make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you.  and then just throw it all away?  ”

“  if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back.  ”

“  why are you so afraid of trusting this—  trusting us.  what’s making you hold back?  ”

“  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”  

“  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ” 

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. 

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset. 

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. 

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. 

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them. 

[ CARRY ]  for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep. 

[ STRUGGLE ]  for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other. 

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. 

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up. 

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry. 

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries. 

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close. 

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close. 

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst. 

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present  (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight.