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‘ we’re out of time. ’
“We barely even had any time!” As if the Universe gave a shit. “Okay. Okay, okay, so we’ve just got to- uh- we’ve just got to hold them off, right? Until people get here? I can- we can do that, right?” Foggy didn’t remember a lot of that taekwondo class he took when he was ten, but, he could make a few things up.
“Let’s… raise a little hell?”
It was make your Mattys proud time.
“ don’t run. ”
“Who’s running? Not me, no sir, no way, not today, not any day. Foggy doesn’t run.” Knife hands! She had knife hands, knife hands! God, just when he’d thought he’d seen everything. “I’m staying right where I am.”
“Stay behind me.” (from frank)
“Right, behind you,” Foggy said- grumbled, because Frank wasn’t any more or less bulletproof than he was, even if he wanted to act like it. “Yeah, buddy? You aren’t a meat shield. How about we go halfsies here, and I stay beside you?”
“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”
Foggy had no problem lettering the prettier, more competent people take over from here.
“Right! Right, right, right I totally should just- step right back.” He was definitely going to be investing in self defense classes sometime soon. Can’t keep letting himself get saved like some kind of damsel.
"don't cry."
“How about you stop making me cry, asshole?” It’s a surprise Foggy’s a lawyer and an angry crier, but, he’s just an enigma all on his own. “You keep- almost dying, and I know you might not give a shit about your own life, Matt, but I do! I care, and I can’t make myself stop caring, so I’ll stop crying when you stop dying.”
And lying. Dying and lying; Foggy could’ve been a poet. He was sad enough to be a good one.
“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”
“Believe me, Karen, I’m not comfortable with it, either. As a matter of fact, I’d say I’m about, oh… fifty miles out of my comfort zone, give or take? But, I can’t just sit in here and do nothing. We’re sitting ducks- and, I’m not really a duck guy. Mean fuckers.”
There’s a beat. Not a long one, but, enough that it’s clear that he’s really starting to reconsider his decisions.
“I’d give you an ‘if I don’t make it back’ speech, but, I’d rather not put that energy out in the world, so. I promise that when I’m back, I’ll let you slap me silly for leaving. Deal?”
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
He doesn’t like worrying her. He doesn’t like worrying anyone, but he especially doesn’t like worrying Karen.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you, either-” Lie. He’d rip the city apart, is what he’d do. “- So, let’s never find out, yeah? Me and you, we’ll just live forever, so we’ll never have to find out what it’s like to live apart.”
“I’m sorry.” from elektra xoxo
( @elektrvs )
“For which part?”
“I’m not even sure what you directly have to be sorry for. You- provided the gun, I guess, but Matt pulled the trigger. He’s a big boy, he can do whatever the hell he wants.”
“You won, I guess.”
"i don't want to put you in that type of environment."
“Oh, you don’t?”
He isn’t sure if he means to yell, but, he’s yelling anyway.
“You don’t want to put me in that kind of environment, Matt? Then- maybe, just maybe- you shouldn’t have created that kind of environment for me to be in. Because, guess what, Mr. Machismo? For better or for worse, you’re my BEST FRIEND, whether you treat me like it, or not. And, I’m not letting you go out there and get yourself killed alone.”
"don't go."
He’s broken. Absolutely broken.
“Give me a reason to stay, Matty.” He’s somewhere stuck between pleading, and stating a fact. “Because, I don’t know that any of the ones I have are all that smart of me.”
* soft angst starters
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‘ stay with me tonight? ’
‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’
‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’
‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’
‘ i think we’re done. ’
‘ hold my hand. ’
‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’
‘ we’re out of time. ’
‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’
‘ just hold me. ’
‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’
‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’
‘ go on, cry. ’
‘ keep your eyes open. ’
‘ can i hug you? ’
‘ i trusted you. ’
‘ do you remember? ’
‘ i loved you. ’
Send an emotion, and I'll write a drabble about our muses.
FOR FLUFF: ~~~~~~~~~ Joy Comfort Amusement Bliss Delight Liveliness Merriment Love Celebration Satisfaction Solace Support Hilarity Humor Piety Romance Puppy Love Respect Yearning Respect Friendship First Love Cherishing
FOR ANGST: ~~~~~~~~~~ Doubt Loneliness Bitter Anger Frustration Doleful Homesick Grieving Mourning Troubled Heavy Hearted Downcast Envious Heartbroken Lost Pessimistic Weeping Dreary Despairing Heartsick
Protective sentence starters??
because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful
“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”
“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”
“Don’t touch her/him!”
“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”
“I will always step in between you and something like that.”
“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”
“The stepping stool is unecessary.”
“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”
“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.”
“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”
“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”
“You could have been hurt.”
“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”
“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”
“I’m gonna protect you.”
“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”
“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.”
“Let’s all watch a different movie. This one freaks her/him out.”
“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”
“She/He isn’t an object.”
“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”
“You don’t know anything about her/him!”
“What? You think that was funny? You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”
“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”
“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”
“Wait, let me walk you home.”
“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”
“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”
“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”
“I’ll go see what the noise was.”
“Stay on the phone with me.”
“Promise me you’ll be safe.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”
“He/She did what to you?”
“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”
“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”
“Stay behind me.”
“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”
“I love you. Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”
“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out. Trust me, I know.”
“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”
“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”
“Thank you for always sticking with me.”
“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”
send a name and a sentence xx
↖ is now accepting curious anons.
two word starters
“ please don’t ”
“ i’m sorry ”
“ trust me ”
“ fuck off ”
“ don’t go ”
“ please stay ”
“ i tried ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ you’re right ”
“ i know ”
“ don’t run ”
“ go away ”
“ don’t stop ”
“ it’s hard ”
“ don’t cry ”
“ we can’t ”
“ calm down ”
“ i’m scared ”
“ make me ”
“ wanna bet ? ”
“ run away ”
“ don’t look ”
“ i promise ”
“ try harder ”
“ believe me ”
“ don’t move ”
“ you’re mean ”
“ i’m cold ”
“ you’re beautiful ”
“ hold me ”
“ let me ”
“ come here ”
“ shut up ”
“ fuck off ”
“ it’s complicated ”
“ you’re okay ”
“ wake up ! “
“ you’re on “
“ i’m pregnant “
“ you’re sick “
“ how long ? “
“ what happened ? “
“ stop it “
so, mr. fog, would you rather spend life in prison knowing everyone loves you and believes you're innocent or be free knowing everyone hates you and thinks you're guilty
“God, that’s a nail biter- I don’t think I’d do that well in prison, but… shit. I think I’d take option A? If everyone knew I was innocent, I think I could legal-ese my way outta jail real quick… but, that defeats the purpose of the question. Even if I couldn’t, I’d rather be inside, and have people know I did what was right.”
are you and matt ever going to make up?
“… No softballs in this house, huh?
If I’m honest with you… I don’t know. I know I’ve got the right not to, because… he’s done a lot. To me, to Karen, to- well. I’d say ‘to the firm’, but it isn’t like there’s a firm anymore, is there? He’s-
I don’t even know if he’s the Matt I know anymore, or if I even ever knew Matt. I definitely didn’t know him as well as I thought I did, because even after the whole Devil thing- I knew it was going to blow up, but, I didn’t think Matt would be the one holding the detonator, you know?
He made his choices, and I made mine, because… I love him. I love him, he’s my best friend in the world, forever, but I can’t keep standing by and watching him throw himself into danger, and leave me to pick up the pieces of whatever and whoever he leaves behind.”
