Two Angels & A Moose

Sam Winchester. Lucifer. Castiel. Multi-muse blog. Independent & Selective.

[arthurtheghostmechanic]

So, I really need help.

I know, there’s so many people out there that need help. I know my story isn’t as important as others are. 

But, God help me, I really, really need help right now. 

Long story short, here’s the gist of it:

Hey everyone. I am in desperate need of help. My mother was accused of something she didn’t do by my grandmother, and she was found guilty of it, and lost her job. My mom is the primary caretaker of five children, not including myself as I am away in college. I am desperate to help my mother, but I have to get to a place where I can help her. Currently, she is only making 500 a month- to sustain travel, food, baby needs(her youngest is 1), groceries, emergencies, gas, and other charges. She’s in a hard place right now. And, unfortunately, so am I. I have an ER bill from when a man ran a red light and hit me and pinned the blame on me(a 40 year old mans word against mine, who was 20 at the time- the cops believed him). I also have a high  debit on my cards due to my car breaking down and needing repairs. I couldn’t afford not t o repair my car- I have to drive on the interstate to get to and from work after my classes. So the grand total of fixing my car ended up around 1200. In general, I am desperate for help. I am willing to draw, write, make things, anything in return for a donation. You would be helping me and my family so, so much. Once I get my debt paid off, I will be sending most of my earnings to my mother to help her out. Please, Anything helps.

I’m working two jobs on top of being a senior in college.

That’s the smallest portion of an entire shitstorm of events. I’m in desperate need of help. My mother is in desperate need of help. 

If you can’t help, just sharing this will mean the world to me. Please. As stated, I am willing to draw, write, sketch- literally anything in return. You have no idea how much your help means to me. 

gofundme    venmo   paypal 

[arthurtheghostmechanic]

Here’s another update- everything is falling apart.

I can’t go into details but everything just got worse. Today I received some very bad news, and I haven’t stopped crying.

I need help. Please. I know it’s the holidays and everyone is short on money, but god I’m desperate.

Commissions, stories, shit man I have clothes I can sell you.

Please. I really need help. The situation has gotten worse. I’m begging you. Anything and everything will help me so much.

[arthurtheghostmechanic]

I know everyone is probably wondering where I went. Long story short, it’s senior year, I’m taking impossible classes and I’m a ball of anxiety, panic, and stress. 

I found a new job after a month of desperately searching. Finally. I start this weekend. As a college student attending a work study college, I can only work weekends at an outside job- but, it is so much better than nothing. I’m very thankful. 

But I don’t know if I’m going to make it to my first payday. God, I don’t even know if I’m going to make it to the next week. Everyone, I know you’re tired of seeing this. I know, and I’m sorry. But I need help. I wouldn’t reblog this if I didn’t need help. I don’t know if I can make it without help. I’m barely scraping by with bills. 

Please, please, please. I’m really desperate for help. Anything helps, I promise you, anything helps. And I am still 100% willing to do commissions, for art or writing or doodles or anything in return for a donation. Please.

Your help means the world to me, truly. 

[darkestbeforearchive]

“I feel safe with you…” { From Sam- to Dean }

Dean arched a brow and looked over the table at his brother, his burger hovering in his hands just in front of his mouth. “You’ve been watching Dr Phil again, haven’t ya?”

@halosandantlers

[halosandantlers]

     Sam sighs and rolls his eyes, snorting as he looks at his brother. He should’ve known better than to be sentimental- this was Dean, after all. 

     “ I will have you know that I have not watched that show in... Years. I mean I’ve seen some clips of some bratty kids on there that have made me incredulous, but- no. No, I have not been watching Dr. Phil. ”

     There’s a pause, before he shrugs and continues. 

     “ I just want you to know that I’m thankful, Dean. For all you’ve done for me. I’m- I wouldn’t be here without you, Dean. ”

[sooneroats-deactivated20200526]

dean winchester’s i love you’s (wallpaper/locksreen)

[halosandantlers]

“No, don’t tell me it’s okay, it’s not okay, you’re leaving me!” (For Sam From Gwen)

     There’s a sadness in his eyes, almost a strong regret, and Sam has to turn away from her as he pulls his jacket on, unable to look her in the face. 

     “ Gwen, listen. You know this isn’t personal. I just- I can’t, okay? I lost Dean. I lost Bobby. I lost my dad. I lost Jess. I- I can’t lose anyone else, Gwen. I can’t. Everyone I’ve ever loved seems to die, and I don’t want you to be next on that list. So forget me. Forget the Winchesters, Gwen. Go- go to college, you have potential. You have a great life waiting for you. This life… it isn’t worth it. You deserve more. ”

     He grabs the keys to the impala, glancing back at her, eyes casting around the shitty motel they’d stayed in. They’d finished a case that had went sour, where she’d gotten captured and Sam almost hadn’t made it in time to save her and kill the damned vampires. He’d almost lost her- and that was it, his breaking point. 

     “ Please, Gwen. You can have a good life. You can get into any college with your intelligence. You can do so much. ”

[aloneinxthenight]

halosandantlers‌:

     Hearing his name, he turned his head, looking at her and staying silent a moment as he took her in. Of course, this was why Bobby had been so cryptic. What, was Bobby trying to hook him up with a woman just because he feared Sam was too ‘lonely’? Bile rose in Sam’s throat, although he knew that that wasn’t at all what Bobby had intended. Stop taking offense to little things, Sam. Stop getting angry at little things. 

     This isn’t what Dean would have wanted.

     He taught you to be stronger than that, to be better than that. This is a job, and she’s someone Bobby felt would be able to help Sam well with. Stop making it personal.

     Clearing his throat, realizing he’d been silent a little too long, he offered his hand.  “ Sam Winchester. You’re the one Bobby told me about right? Bobby didn’t tell me your name, though. So you are..? ”

When she had approached, she had noticed that Sam had occupied himself quickly by looking at the sky. She didn’t blame him. She didn’t get to appreciate it as much as she did when she was younger, but the sky at dusk was usually something beautiful to behold, with the brightness of the colors melting into darkness as the sun descended past the horizon. It was hard to remember sometimes,, especially at night, that the sun wasn’t ever really gone, it was just on the other side of the world. Daylight would come back at some point… And usually, that was what she had to remember to pull herself through some of the perilous evenings.

She wasn’t sure that’s what was on his mind though. As it was, Sam was either still being introspective after she got his attention or he was not happy for the interruption, because he was just staring at her for what felt to her was an uncomfortable amount of time. Perhaps he was shocked that she was, well, a she? Or annoyed about that. Or maybe he was just trying to gauge her as she had him not that long ago. Without interaction, she could only go off her first impression; that he seemed guarded, but what hunter wasn’t? He also seemed weary in some way that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, which was odd for someone who looked so young and healthy. But then again, she probably looked worse for wear as well in comparison to other women her age.

Whatever he was doing, he had apparently realized he was doing it after she averted her eyes awkwardly, bringing her gaze back to his when he cleared his throat. She fished her hand from her pocket to return the gesture, giving his hand a firm shake that her own hand was practically swallowed into as he introduced himself as Sam Winchester. Her brows quirked in interest. She’d heard of him, but that was a discussion for another time.

“Alison. Good to meet you.” She replied, smiling amiably as she spoke and withdrawing her hand, “And it doesn’t surprise me, especially if Rufus was in the background yelling at him.” She gave a bit of a chuckle before nodding toward the bar, “This is the only bar in town, so it might be difficult to find a place to talk privately but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”

[halosandantlers]

     Sam cast a single glance at the bar, and all the cars parked in the lot surrounding it, before nodding, turning his attention back to her. 

     “ We might be able to get some information from the people in here. People who have been through a lot of trauma tend to enjoy drowning the trauma in alcohol. Let’s go in, but since it’s so crowded let’s split. Get as much information about these disappearances as we can. After we get enough information, meet back out here in thirty minutes. ”

     He didn’t have to ask how familiar she was with hunting, or how long she’d been hunting. He trusted she knew her stuff, trusted that she was well-experienced. Bobby wouldn’t have sent him here if she needed protecting. It was just a case that needed two people, to be safe.

     Without another word, he turned and walked inside. He drew away from her, going into the crowded bar to ask around. He got a decent amount of info, and right at thirty minutes as he turned to leave, he froze, seeing someone across the bar who looked strikingly like Dean. The hair, the military green jacket, the face shape. Sam was struck with sudden agony, fresh pain on his face as he saw the man’s eyes weren’t the emerald green of Dean’s, but a sky blue. Of course. Dean was dead. Dean wouldn’t be in some random bar, no, not when he was rotting away underground. Or rotting away in hell, to be more frank- that thought alone struck Sam all over again, as if a knife had tore through his chest. The thought that his brother’s soul was likely being tortured, in this moment, in hell. And it was because of Sam. Goddammit, it was his own fault that his brother was gone. 

     He was overcome with emotion, and finally forced himself out of his frozen state, stepping outside into the chilled night air, taking a few deep breathes to calm himself. He returns to the impala, gently resting a hand on Baby’s roof, closing his eyes. This tended to help him- he knew how much Baby meant to Dean, how much work he’d put into her, and it was a large part of Dean. It was something that meant so much to Dean, and he’d left it to Sam. Sam still had a part of him with him, at least. 

[deactivated-blog]

THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE | hallowedbecastiel Round 34 | favorite season finales | 9x23, Do You Believe In Miracles?

[arthurtheghostmechanic]

So, I really need help.

I know, there’s so many people out there that need help. I know my story isn’t as important as others are. 

But, God help me, I really, really need help right now. 

Long story short, here’s the gist of it:

Hey everyone. I am in desperate need of help. My mother was accused of something she didn’t do by my grandmother, and she was found guilty of it, and lost her job. My mom is the primary caretaker of five children, not including myself as I am away in college. I am desperate to help my mother, but I have to get to a place where I can help her. Currently, she is only making 500 a month- to sustain travel, food, baby needs(her youngest is 1), groceries, emergencies, gas, and other charges. She’s in a hard place right now. And, unfortunately, so am I. I have an ER bill from when a man ran a red light and hit me and pinned the blame on me(a 40 year old mans word against mine, who was 20 at the time- the cops believed him). I also have a high  debit on my cards due to my car breaking down and needing repairs. I couldn’t afford not t o repair my car- I have to drive on the interstate to get to and from work after my classes. So the grand total of fixing my car ended up around 1200. In general, I am desperate for help. I am willing to draw, write, make things, anything in return for a donation. You would be helping me and my family so, so much. Once I get my debt paid off, I will be sending most of my earnings to my mother to help her out. Please, Anything helps.

I’m working two jobs on top of being a senior in college.

That’s the smallest portion of an entire shitstorm of events. I’m in desperate need of help. My mother is in desperate need of help. 

If you can’t help, just sharing this will mean the world to me. Please. As stated, I am willing to draw, write, sketch- literally anything in return. You have no idea how much your help means to me. 

gofundme    venmo   paypal 

[arthurtheghostmechanic]

Here’s another update- everything is falling apart.

I can’t go into details but everything just got worse. Today I received some very bad news, and I haven’t stopped crying.

I need help. Please. I know it’s the holidays and everyone is short on money, but god I’m desperate.

Commissions, stories, shit man I have clothes I can sell you.

Please. I really need help. The situation has gotten worse. I’m begging you. Anything and everything will help me so much.

[completelycorrect-spnquotes]

Dean, being attacked by a hellhound: GET YOUR FUCKING DOG, BITCH!

Crowley: It don’t bite.

Dean: YES IT DO GET YOUR FUCKIN–

[soldsoul4byler]

When your friends on their phone, while your talking about Supernatural.

[retiredpie]

Bahahaha

[halosandantlers]

@aloneinxthenight

      Sam wasn’t exactly pleased when Bobby had called him fifteen times in a row. Begrudgingly, Sam had finally answered, and he couldn’t lie- hearing the man’s voice soothed the aching in his soul. It had been months without Dean, and though Sam was trying to hunt continuously and ignore the aching he felt, trying to shut himself away from everyone- he couldn’t deny the comfort that Bobby’s voice brought. He’d been a better father to Dean and him than their own father, and Sam was grateful for him. 

      But the fifteen calls in a row were annoying. He knew he hadn’t been answering Bobby’s calls lately, and he knew the older man was very worried about his well-being. Sam listened to every voicemail that Bobby left him. But at the end of the day, he couldn’t bring himself to call him back or go see him. There was work to be done, and he couldn’t take time off for himself. 

      He’d answered the phone, being short at first until Bobby told him about a little town in Kentucky where someone had tracked a pack of werewolves; four werewolves, in one small town. It was hectic, with seven people going missing in the last month. Bobby had told Sam that he was all the way up in Washington, on a wendigo case with Rufus. He’d pleaded Sam to go for him, and assist the hunter out. Sam had agreed, simply because he was already in Indiana, so he wasn’t too far, and it was more creatures to kill. He got the address, and headed out to meet the hunter. 

      Sam parked the impala outside of a bar, slowly getting out and glancing around. This was where he would meet the person Bobby told him about. He’d noticed Bobby had been cryptic about said hunter; giving no name, no age, no info- Sam wasn’t sure who was looking out for, but he assumed Bobby had at least told them about him.

      He leaned back against the impala, glancing up at the darkening sky as he waited. There was a blankness in his mind, a ringing in his ears. He tried not to think anymore. His thoughts often drifted to his brother, and it was more than he could deal with. 

[aloneinxthenight]

She’d arrived early, not really out of habit, but out of sheer need to get out of her motel room. The room wasn’t horrendous, she’d stayed in much worse conditions and the bed itself was decent, but the decor was what drove her crazy. She could only stand so much cabin themed anything after so long. She’d stayed in actual cabins that felt less like a cabin than her motel room did with all the browns and greens they’d used. And she was half convinced there was a camera in the moose head that had been mounted on the wall above the bed, and she’d felt like it was staring at her the entire time she’d been there. So she’d needed to get out. And she was meeting Bobby’s contact at a bar, so why not go there early and pour over what she’d been pouring over in her room, just sans the staring moose? It seemed like a great idea at the time. 

What she hadn’t counted on was the number of people who would be at said bar, as it was pretty much the only one in town. And so she’d found herself sitting outside in her ‘91 Jeep Cherokee, reading and occasionally looking up to see the people who’d noticed her giving her odd looks. It was likely not just because she was sitting in her car in front of a bar and reading, but because she was a stranger on top of that. And strangers were always good for gossip in small towns. Even more so when there was something actually happening in that town like there was in this one.

That in mind, she’d always quickly return to her reading, not wanting to give anyone anything more to say about her than what had probably already circulated around town. She’d lift her eyes normally at the sound of a car engine, checking to see if Sam, that’s the name Bobby had given her, had arrived, but she’d yet to see the “old black Chevy Impala” arrive. Bobby’d only been able to tell her to look for the “big guy with floppy brown hair” when she’d spoken to him last time as Rufus was hollering in the background for him to move his ass, but as generic of a description as that sounded, Bobby said that she wouldn’t be able to miss Sam, whoever he was, so she was counting on that. 

When her ears picked up on another arriving engine, her gaze lifted and caught sight of a black classic car, having her perking up in her seat slightly. She checked the time on her phone and then returned her attention to the parking car, watching with interest. It was definitely an old black Chevy. And the guy that got out of it was definitely big. And had brown hair… Though she wasn’t sure she agreed with floppy as an adjective for it. Regardless, he checked off all the boxes. She watched him for a moment, remaining motionless in her Jeep as she observed him, trying to gauge him. 

She didn’t make him wait long before she set her materials aside and stepped out of her Jeep. Giving her own cursory glance around as she closed the car door, she approached him, hands shoved into the pockets of her leather jacket. 

“Sam?”

[halosandantlers]

     Hearing his name, he turned his head, looking at her and staying silent a moment as he took her in. Of course, this was why Bobby had been so cryptic. What, was Bobby trying to hook him up with a woman just because he feared Sam was too ‘lonely’? Bile rose in Sam’s throat, although he knew that that wasn’t at all what Bobby had intended. Stop taking offense to little things, Sam. Stop getting angry at little things. 

     This isn’t what Dean would have wanted.

     He taught you to be stronger than that, to be better than that. This is a job, and she’s someone Bobby felt would be able to help Sam well with. Stop making it personal.

     Clearing his throat, realizing he’d been silent a little too long, he offered his hand.  “ Sam Winchester. You’re the one Bobby told me about right? Bobby didn’t tell me your name, though. So you are..? ”

[joannahunts-a]

“Something big was trapped here…” { From Sam }

Scared/Spooked Sentence Starters || Accepting

“And hairy, from the looks of it,” Jo added, frowning at the mess in front of them, trying to figure out what it was they were after. “What are the chances we’re hunting bigfoot?”

[halosandantlers]

     “ Well, at this point, nothing surprises me. ”  With a sigh, he looks at her before stepping over, kneeling down to inspect the area closer. Scratch marks carved deep into the walls, a mess of tufts of scruffy brown hair, large chains that had been broken. It was clear something strong had been here and gotten out. 

     “ The thing is, we don’t only have to worry about whatever was here, but- whatever had it trapped here too. ”

[halosandantlers]

"Isn't this a strange conversation for men who aren't crazy?"

     He stared at the archangel a moment- archangel, the devil, who knew anymore? Sam had been through too much, and dammit, he was tired of everything going crazy.

     Speaking of crazy—

   “ Speak for yourself. I know I’m not crazy, but I wouldn’t be so sure about you, Lucifer. Considering your whole wanting to rule the world and erase humanity plan that fell through… Well. I dunno if it’s just my logic here, but I don’t think sane people like the idea of slaughtering billions. ”

     He has to take a deep breath, calming himself, but staying alert- he wasn’t sure what Lucifer wanted, or how he’d found him. He’d been on a hunt alone- Dean was busy, and Sam had gotten tired of sitting at the bunker. 

     Was this another hallucination? Was Lucifer in his brain again? Wasn’t he supposed to be back in the cage? Sam had a million thoughts racing in his brain, but tried not to show his confusion. 

   “ … How did you get out? Or is this just- another one of your stupid mind tricks? ”

[halosandantlers]

     I’m gonna head off to sleep everyone. Not feeling too well. Tomorrow after my classes I’ll be heading to Ohayo-con up in Ohio, so this weekend activity will be spotty. I haven’t been to a con in.. years, haha. Wish me luck, I handmade both of my costumes. 

     Goodnight everyone. May you all have the sweetest of dreams, and rest peacefully tonight <3 

[halosandantlers]

@candy-addicted-angel

         “  Angels … They’re falling …  ”

      Dean’s words echoed still in Sam’s ears. It had been three days since the angels had streamed down from the sky, onto the Earth below. Three days, and Sam was still in shock. All the angels, kicked out of Heaven, forced onto the Earth below. He wondered how many had died. 

     And he wondered what kind of Hell this had earned him. His fault- of course it was his own fault. 

     Once Sam had recovered, he’d pulled away from Dean. He’d managed to get out of the bunker and into the impala, just- driving. 

     Driving to clear his mind. Driving to… think. There were a million thoughts in his mind and even more emotions in his chest. He felt sick. His stomach was churning. He pulled over on the side of the old country road he’d been driving on, getting out and sighing, hoping the fresh air would soothe him. He’d been driving an hour. He hadn’t meant to drive so far from the bunker, and he knew Dean would be worried, but he’d needed this. Needed this time, needed this space. 

     As he stares into the distance, he pauses, blinking and stepping forward. There was something in the woods, in the distance. Something oddly shaped like a body. Sam turns, grabbing his gun- just in case- and then quickly walks towards the body, slowly approaching it. 

     “ Hello…? Hey- are you- are you okay…? ”  He calls out. 

[candy-addicted-angel]

The body was that of Gabriel. The youngest of the four archangels. He lay face down, unresponsive though he wasn’t dead. He was bruised and dirty. He looked like he had been through total hell. In reality, the archangel had fallen from grace thanks to one angel known as Metatron who had duped Castiel into thinking he was saving Heaven when he had sealed his and his siblings’ dooms.

His golden hair was splayed over the back of his head, covering whatever parts of his face might be visible. If Sam were to flip him over, he’d see that Gabriel’s face was bloody from his landing and his golden eyes were shut tight. He was breathing but just barely.

[halosandantlers]

     Sam was hesitant when he got no response, hoping he hadn’t happened upon a dead body- but when he noticed the slight rising and falling of the body’s chest he calmed, and acted quick. He stepped over, gently reaching a hand out to flip them over. 

     Seeing it was Gabriel, Sam froze, eyes wide. Of course, it made sense- when the angels fell from Heaven, that would have included the Archangels as well. He takes a deep breath, glancing around. He couldn’t just leave Gabriel here, not a chance. He was quick to scoop Gabriel up into his arms, turning to get back to the impala. He gently lays Gabriel in the backseat, before getting into the drivers seat and calling Dean. He turned the impala around, heading back towards the bunker. 

     “ Dean? No, yes- I’m fine. Just- shut up a minute, I’m on my way back. I just wanted some space to think. That’s not important, just- Dean, for the love of god if you don’t shut up… Yeah. I found- I found Gabriel. Yes, the Archangel. He was just- laying in the woods. He’s unconscious, and- he looks bad, real bad. But he’s alive. I’m heading back. ”

[candy-addicted-angel]

Gabriel stirred in the backseat and his eyes cracked open. He groaned softly and tried to sit up, failing of course. He looked around before closing his eyes again. He was in the Impala? But how? Last thing he remembered was being at home and then… Metatron. It had to have been Metatron. He’s the only angel with access to the angel tablet at the time. He had to be behind this.

[halosandantlers]

     Sam glanced into the backseat when he heard movement, eyes widening before focusing back onto the road. 

     “ Gabriel? Are you okay? ”  He asks, worry in his tone. “ I found you lying out in the middle of nowhere. I- I’m taking you to the bunker okay? You’ll be safe there, we can help you heal up. ”

[candy-addicted-angel]

“Ugh… I’m just peachy, Sam.” The fallen archangel sassed, dull golden eyes glinting with humor though it was obvious he was in pain. “Just got booted out of the pearly gates.” He mumbled. The blonde tried to sit up but only got as far as the door as he propped himself up against it with a grunt of pain.

[halosandantlers]

     “ Lay back, Gabriel. You’re hurt pretty bad. Just relax, we’re not too far from the bunker now okay? ”

He presses his foot harder on the gas, still driving safely as he rushes them towards the bunker, frowning. 

     “ Dean will have the medkit ready- we’ll patch you up. Just- about ten more minutes away, now. ”

[ruinmemes]

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

[vhsmeme]

* soft family things

‘ i love you so, so much. ’

‘ stop putting your head down in my house. you know my rule. it’s all love and all pride in this house. ’

‘ lost things have a way of turning up. ’

‘ watch your mouth. ’

‘ not so fast. you still have some vegetables left. ’

‘ very funny. ’

‘ i think you’re due for a haircut. ’

‘ come on. bedtime. ’

‘ and when were you going to tell me? ’

‘ i’m glad you came into my life. ’

‘ you were talking in your sleep. ’

‘ come here. i’ll fix it. ’

‘ this show sucks. ’

‘ mom/dad, can we go home now? ’

‘ you forgot something. ’

‘ can we stay like this for a little while? it’s nice. ’

‘ hot chocolate helps. and good company. ’

‘ you’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap. ’

‘ close your eyes. it’s a surprise. ’

‘ it’s good to have you home. ’

‘ i’m not angry with you, just disappointed. ’

‘ your shoe’s untied. ’

‘ i missed this. ’

‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’

‘ will you tuck me in? ’

‘ go to your room and stay there until you’ve calmed down. ’

‘ i heard crying. i got worried. ’

‘ don’t use that tone with me. ’

‘ well, i love you more. ’

‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’

‘ this movie is too scary. turn it off. ’

‘ how long have you been sick? ’

‘ don’t play with your food. ’

‘ i’ll stay right here until you fall asleep. ’

‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’

‘ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ’

‘ you can pick the story tonight. ’

‘ everyone needs somebody. we got each other. ’

‘ you call that a hug? ’

‘ i was the same way when i was your age. ’

[belladoesrpmeme]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !

For the tough-hearted who wants incredible angst that could fit either a platonic and/or romantic scenarios. Feel free to change the pronouns / sentence structure according to your preferences!    TRIGGER WARNING:  Mentions of deaths.

i. leaving / left.

“Wait, you’re leaving…?”

“[Name] just told me. You’re gonna leave?”

“…where are you going?”

“I didn’t wanna believe [Name], but you’re really leaving, huh.”

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I don’t know what to say, do you want me to wish you good luck or something? ‘Cause I hate this. I hate every part of this.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to let you go.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Why can’t you stay?”

“Is it because of me? Am I not enough?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You have to let go of me.”

“No, no, just — just one second longer, please. Let me hug you for one more second—”

“No, don’t tell me it’s okay, it’s not okay, you’re leaving me!”

“…will you be gone long?”

“You won’t come back, will you?”

“There’s the train / plane / taxi. I — I gotta go.”

“You’re really not saying goodbye?”

“All you left me was a letter, saying you’re sorry. You’re pathetic.”

“If you love me, please don’t go.”

“I’m really trying not to put my abandonment issues on you, but I’m fucking scared, okay? I’m scared you’ll leave. And you are.”

ii. dying / died.

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Hold on. This can’t be real, can it? You can’t be… You can’t be dying.”

“This is some sick joke, right? You’re not really sick. This is some kind of prank? ‘Cause— cause this isn’t funny, [Name], you can’t—”

“No, no, no, I love you, please — please come back.”

“No, please, no. Don’t fall asleep. No, open your eyes, come on, look at me—”

“I wish we had more time.”

“Every day I come in here knowing that one of these days that damn bed will be empty and every time, I feel like screaming and wishing I could tell the universe to take me instead, but they won’t. It’s you. They’re taking you. So tell me how I’m supposed to live with that?”

“You die, I die.”

“I don’t think I can go home knowing I won’t see you around anymore.”

“You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay. You’re just a little cold. Right?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t do much before. I would’ve taken you everywhere. I would’ve loved you right.”

“I wish you could’ve just broken my heart in the normal way. At least you’d be alive.”

“I’m telling the nurse I’m staying by your side tonight. I don’t care if it’s not allowed, I’ll fight them.”

“We’re running out of time.”

“Anything’s better than this. Than you, gone. What am I supposed to do without you, huh?”

“Listen to me, you are the most important person in my life. I’m sorry you’re going through this.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this…”

“If you must die, die knowing your life was my life’s best part.”

“Maybe in another life.”

“The doctors said I don’t have much time left. I - I’m sorry.”

“I just saw you. You were — you were laughing. You can’t be gone.”

iii. separating / separated.

“So, this is it, huh?”

“…for all it’s worth, I loved you. So much.”

“I’m sorry for what I did.”

“You deserve better. You always have.”

“Tell me this isn’t you breaking up with me.”

“I still remember the first time I saw you…”

“Please don’t cry, please, I—”

“C’mon baby, don’t — don’t make this harder than it is.”

“Don’t cry with me, stupid. I thought this was mutual.”

“I can’t believe you’re breaking my heart like this.”

“We had a good run, didn’t we? We really loved each other, right?”

“IT’S OVER, DO YOU HEAR ME?! WE’RE DONE!”

“If you show your face around me the second time, I will kill you.”

“Who would’ve thought we’d ended up here. Hating each other.”

“We were… we were so in love.”

“It’s not even about the other person, it’s us okay? It’s us. We’re a problem.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you. Not more than this. I’m sorry.”

iv. miscommunication.

“You fucking ignored me. You didn’t even tell me why!”

“So now that you’re in deep shit, you suddenly remember me again? How convenient!”

“Fuck you! FUCK YOU! I NEEDED YOU! AND YOU WEREN’T THERE!”

“I don’t know why we stopped talking. I wish you would just tell me.”

“You won’t even look me in the eyes anymore.”

“Did I really hurt you that bad? I didn’t know.”

“You never said anything! Every time you’re angry or sad, you just kept it in!”

“I never knew what you were thinking.”

“I’m so tired of reaching out only to realise I’m grasping on thin air.”

“Why can’t we just talk like we used to?”

“Things were so easy back then.”

“You’re not the same person I knew.”

“…I still care about you, you know.”

“You just left. I didn’t why. I didn’t know what happened.”

“I wish things were different.”

“You’re giving me the cold shoulder again. How typical.”

“You know what you did wrong? You didn’t believe me.”

“I just wanted you to be there. I just wanted to know that I wasn’t alone. And you failed.”

“Look, can we… can we not talk about this now? Please?”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you, but it’s like I’M TALKING TO A BRICK WALL!”

v. betrayal / betrayed.

“I trusted you.”

“You trust me? Honey, that’s your fault.”

“You’re looking at me like I’m your biggest mistake. I already know I am.”

“You fucking manipulated me. You made me believe you.”

“So all those times we spent together? That was, what, for show?”

“I thought… I thought we were friends.”

“I thought we had something special.”

“You were like a brother to me!”

“I never really had anybody before. But then you came. I shouldn’t have known even you would screw me over.”

“SCREW YOU! DON’T EVER SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME AGAIN!”

“You’re not even moving. You’re THAT shocked that I did this to you? You must’ve really trusted me.”

“I — I didn’t want to. But I had to.”

“It wasn’t easy, you know? I… I really liked you.”

“Oh, stop playing victim. You had this coming.”

“You’ve always treated me like shit! And now you’re surprised I would do this to you?!”

“It wasn’t all fake, what we had. You were just not my endgame.”

“I can’t believe I shared my food with you. Turned out, you’re just a scheming scumbag, like the rest of them!”

“It’s my fault. I put my faith in you. They warned me not to.”

“Believe you? Yeah. The last time I did went SO well.”

“I’d rather walk into an ongoing traffic than to trust you again.”

“I let you into my life and you did this…? I should’ve known.”

“Please tell me this isn’t true. You wouldn’t do this to me, would you? Would you?”

vi. misc scenarios.

[Text] I hate you. 

[Text] I keep calling you hoping you’d pick up. Or text you, hoping you’d reply. But I know you won’t.

[Text] I’ve still got your stuff. What should I do about it?

[Text] I wish I could say I hate you, but we both know I’m lying.

[Text] I don’t wanna fight, I wanna see you.

[Text] I know we’re not talking, but I miss you.

[Text] Dumbass. I’ve always loved you. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did.

[Text] I wish it didn’t end the way it did.

[Text] I’ll always have your back. Even after everything, okay? Always.