feel you now.

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[steviejevans]

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Em & Patrick continued.  @ajaxhq​

She looked over her shoulder, a bright smile crossing her lips as she looked him him. Her eyes quickly returning to the book, hiding the warmth growing on her cheeks. She had grown comfortable in his company and that in of it self surprised her. “Clearly boring ones” She giggled turning the page of this odd child’s book. “Look, singing karaoke. Is there a secret life of pandas I’ve spent my whole life void of? Honestly, they have more of a life than I do.” Given she worked from home, it really felt that way. “Its a sign, I need to get out more.”

His gaze dropped back to the book as she looked at him, the small smile still lingering on his lips as he shook his head. “You’re okay, I don’t get out much either.” Although, compared to those pandas, Patrick doubted that anyone really did. “You don’t really look like the type to skateboard. Or do karaoke.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. Maybe he didn’t know much about her, after all. But now he knew enough to strike up a conversation with her. “But I’m not a good judge of character.” He picked up a book besides hers and glanced at the cover. Patrick wasn’t reading it at all. “Have you ever done any of that?”

[steviejevans]

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Stevie & Arlo Continued.  @ajaxhq​

“ Then don’t let this be one too. Please. ” The tears burned, her words steadier than her shaking hands. She pushed a stray hair from his face, fighting to keep the smile despite her heart breaking. For so long they fought to get here, they had been by each other’s side and falling into this, whatever the hell it was felt more natural than breathing.  “I can’t lose you, not you.” The words fell from her lips as a broken prayer, pleading for this to last. She can’t take another heart break, but it seems their dog decided they needed a break from practice. 

Arlo, ducked her head, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. She got too immersed into her roles, even ones she may not even land. Maybe it was the scene or the way he played the part, but it took her a minute to shake it off. Hearing the words felt too real, speaking to a part of her that she kept burying further and further down trying to silence. Now really was not the time to get caught up in her own feelings. She looked up at him, a light laugh escaping her as she meets his eyes. She scrunches her nose as it bops it with the script. “You flatter me,” she beamed, he had no idea how much she needed to hear that, especially after the last few rejections. “And where have you been hiding that Oscar winning performance, huh? You sure you’re not the one auditioning? Because you should be with skills like that. I’m serious, that was incredible.” She loved that he indulged her enough to read lines with her, even if this wasn’t his jam. He was her biggest supporter and she couldn’t be more grateful for him, but she was starting to wonder if maybe this was a venture they should share in especially with performances like that.  “Thanks Stevie. I needed that, I still think you should come with me and see about getting that lead. Every time we run it, you kill it and this–” she fans herself. “You got me tearing up, damn.”

His brain was slow to totally come out of the daze he’d put himself in. He was far from being an actor, but Stevie could visualize moments when he tried. It was all too easy to get into scenes with Arlo. She was always so believable. Even if Stevie knew how she really was as a person; knew all her tells and how she carried herself normally - she could still tell him a blue shark was pink and he’d believe her. He let the script fall out of his hand and onto the cushions next to them, and Stevie allowed himself a few moments to gather himself by twisting his body to the side and reaching out next to them to grab a few of the spare taco bell napkins that had been laying around.

“Nah. You kidding me? You’re just biased.” Stevie shook his head as folded the napkin so the corner was popping up. “I wouldn’t be able to do it like you.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he carefully held it out to her, noticing the tears on her cheeks right away. He knew they were only a sign of how easily she got into her performances. “No one would be able to take me seriously. But you ---”  His eyes flickered up to meet hers as he motioned for her to grasp it. “--- are going to do just fine. Once your thing on Netflix drops, people are going to be dying to get you in their stuff.” He was already planning the watch party. “When’s that come out again, anyway? I need to know when to tell everyone to cancel their plans.”

[steviejevans]

❛ I love you completely, and you loved me the same. The rest is confetti. ❜ - Arlo to Stevie

“The confetti is what I’m worried about.” The breath he drew in was shaky as it was bittersweet. His eyes fluttered shut as he bowed his head towards hers. “I want you.” He admitted as one of his hands came to rest on her forearm, cheek briefly turning into her palm before he began to pull away. “But I can’t do this. Not again – I’m…” Scared. Terrified.  So lost he didn’t even know where to begin. “I’m tired of making the same damn mistakes I always have.” There was a pause. A perfect, radio silence — until the sound of Margaret barking tore through the room. 

Suddenly, the tone shifted, and Stevie huffed a small laugh as his eyes opened. It took him a minute for his senses to come back to him. His vision cleared, and the hand clutching the script lightened up so he was no longer white-knuckling it. “I mean. Damn. And scene, am I right?” He lifted the rolled up script in his right hand to tap her gently on the tip of her nose. “That was crazy fuckin’ good, Arlo. Don’t think you even need to be readin’ lines with me. But we can take it from the top if y’want.” It was nice getting to be someone else for a little while, anyway. He could see why she liked this whole acting thing. “You’ve got this audition, though. No one else is gonna be able to compete.”

[steviejevans]

' Pandas don’t eat macaroni. ❜ - Emerson to Patrick

Patrick shuffled up beside her shoulder to peer at the book in her hands, more than likely meant for children due to the bright colors and abrasively large lettering. She always found the strangest books. It was the oddest hidden talent he’d ever seen. “They’re also skateboarding and playing catch.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he shifted his gaze to the top of her head. “What kind of pandas have you met?” 

[steviejevans]

❛ All this time we tried to get into this room, now we can’t get the fuck out! ❜ [Kill to Monte]

“Fuck if I’m gonna die in here. Your scrawny ass wouldn’t feed us for a day. I’m not starving in the back room of a fucking Arby’s.” The laugh tearing from the back of his throat was as raspy as it was genuine. Sure they might be stuck ‘till the buttfuck of time, but on the bright side, it was still hilarious. “There’s a window right there. Gimme a boost. I think I’m gonna break it.”

[steviejevans]

❛ Fear and guilt are sisters. ❜ [Reese to Patrick]

“Then what’s just being tired? A half-cousin?” A short laughed escaped him as he shook his head, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to think without the whiskey he’d downed clouding his vision. “I know what you’re trying to do. But I’m fine. Thanks for the food, and the drinks.” Patrick stood as he shakily got out his wallet to press a twenty to the bar-top. “I should go — I’m gonna go.”

[steviejevans]

❛ Someone should’ve told her she didn’t have to try this hard. ❜ [EZ to Dani]

“No one has the energy to. You can’t help a lost cause.” Dani eyed the woman in question none-too-subtly as her fingers curled around her glass. She lifted it up, pointing at him with her eyebrows raised as she turned to face him. “Were you working last week? Apparently she was in here trying to sell Mary Kay to everybody. This week I hear it’s toys. Of the lonely housewife variety.” Her lips quirked into a loose smirk as she leaned forward inconspicuously. “Do you think she kept any for herself?”

[steviejevans]

❛ Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it’s true. Then go from there. ❜ [Aliyah to Jay]

“Oh Christ. Is your brother here? I said not to bring him, Ali, shit.”

“Whatever – it doesn’t matter. Just pass me my water, please. Arms still fucked to hell. There’s extras in the fridge if you want one.”

[steviejevans]

❛ I should have made more of an effort with you. ❜ [kendrick to kennedy]

“I’m tired as fuck of ‘should haves’, Kendrick.”

“You want to make an effort? Fine. Then make one. No one is stopping you from doing it now. I’m not stopping you.”

[steviejevans]

❛ I’ve seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. ❜ (River to Monte)

“Yo. That’s fucked up. Like demonic shit or what?”

“Buddy of mine used to see ghosts a lot. Thought it was all the molly until he told me where my Grandma kept her stash. Swear she was trying to kill me too ‘cause after smoking that shit I was seeing ghosts. You think you need a priest? I might know a guy.”

[steviejevans]

❛ People fuck up. ❜ (Beverly to Kennedy)

“Well could they fuck up a little less around my general direction, then?” 

“He spilled coffee all over my new lyric book, Beverly. I had ideas in there I was going to work on today for my next set. I don’t want you to be understanding right now. I need you to be a bitch about it with me.”

[steviejevans]

❛ It wouldn’t have changed anything. ❜ (Wallace to Patrick)

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” He mused softly as he shut the hood with one swift movement, laying his hands on the warmed surface as his shoulders slumped forward. “It would have been nice if it did, though.” Grease-stained fingers grasped onto the towel hanging off the roof, twisting the fabric in his hands as he peered over at his friend. “Hey. I’m glad you stopped by. I wouldn’t have been able to figure that one out alone. Even with YouTube. You’re not going to tell the boss on me, are you?”

[steviejevans]

❛ How do you know that? ❜ (Toby to Dani)

“Tobias. Sweetheart. There are quite literally ten million pins on your backpack. At least half of those are for various breakfast foods. I put two and two together.”

“So, what do you say? I’ll buy you… whatever sugary, horribly bad for you thing that you want. If you put up these posters for me. I have a new class I’m teaching Wednesday nights and the whole social media thing isn’t pulling people in fast enough. I need hands to help me do it the old fashioned way.”

[steviejevans]

❛ Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it’s true. Then go from there. ❜ (Nate to Stevie)

Did you dye your hair, Uncle Nate? ‘Cause that’s gonna look weird as hell— sorry. No offense. But I dunno if Mom’s gonna like that next time we all take pictures.

[steviejevans]

❛ I’m sorry if I didn’t listen, and I’m sorry… ❜ (Jesse to Jay)

“Hey, no. Look. It’s all good. Whatever it is, no worries, okay?” He had no fucking clue where he knew this guy from. But he’d had that issue for quite some time. There were so many faces he knew he should remember, but most of the time all he was left with were hazy memories and faint recognition. “If something happened… it’s in the past, alright? I’ll be honest, though. Kind of have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

[persephonememes]

* (  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell your sisters what you saw. ❜

❛ Some things can’t be told. You live them or you don’t. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. ❜

❛ Mom says that a house is like a body. ❜

❛ All this time we tried to get into this room, now we can’t get the fuck out! ❜

❛ She saved me. ❜

❛ I don’t feel anything. ❜

❛ I’m scared. That’s all I am. ❜

❛ There’s nothing left. I’m only scared. ❜

❛ It’s just a house. ❜

❛ It’s very different in the night. It’s different in the dark. ❜

❛ What if I dream that you kill us? ❜

❛ Do you think there’s a thing worse than that? ❜

❛ I don’t think there’s anything worse than that. ❜

❛ Did you just punch me in the boob? ❜

❛ Someone ask you what you think? ❜

❛ I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. ❜

❛ Keep it up. ❜

❛ I’m glad you’re here. ❜

❛ I should have made more of an effort with you. ❜

❛ You tried as best you could. ❜

❛ I should have met you halfway. ❜

❛ People fuck up. ❜

❛ I guess you don’t get that, you don’t really get it until you fuck up. ❜

❛ You like to fix things. ❜

❛ You’re good at fixing things. I keep hearing this about you, is that right? ❜

❛ I’m not so sure anymore. ❜

❛ Who do you think did this? ❜

❛ It’s not as bad as it is in your head. ❜

❛ Most of what people say at a funeral is a wish. ❜

❛ Now you stand there and you talk about ghosts and spirits. ❜

❛ Is she okay? ❜

❛ How do you know that? ❜

❛ It’s a twin thing. ❜

❛ This house is bad. ❜

❛ These will help with the cold. ❜

❛ What are you, um, looking at? ❜

❛ She fucking knew better. And she did it anyway. ❜

❛ We’re tougher than other kids. ❜

❛ We make ourselves really safe. And no one ever gets in. ❜

❛ Just because you care about them doesn’t mean they won’t burn you. ❜

❛ You’re scared. I can tell. ❜

❛ Be sure to let your imagination get the best of you. That’s the first step. ❜

❛ Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it’s true. Then go from there. ❜

❛ I’m drawing boundaries, which is something you should look in to. ❜

❛ How long do we have to live here? ❜

❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜

❛ We’re all stories in the end. ❜

❛ I love you completely, and you loved me the same. The rest is confetti. ❜

❛ Someone should’ve told her she didn’t have to try this hard. ❜

❛ Pandas don’t eat macaroni. ❜

❛ And I’m just- I’m just floating in this ocean of nothing, and I wonder if this is it, if this is what death is. ❜

❛ Journeys end in lovers meeting. ❜

❛ I’ve seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. ❜

❛ To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. ❜

❛ Horror defies our boundaries and illuminates our souls. ❜

❛ A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. ❜

❛ When you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there. And when you grow up, you learn how to make them real. ❜

❛ Fear and guilt are sisters. ❜

❛ No live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ❜

❛ Most times, a ghost is a wish. ❜

❛ All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down. ❜

❛ Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. ❜

❛ I feel a little clearer just now. ❜

❛ I feel like I’ve been here before. ❜

❛ You have to live. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to do this without you. ❜

❛ There’s no without. I am not gone. ❜

❛ I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. ❜

❛ There’s so much I want to say to you all. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry our last words were in anger. ❜

❛ I’m sorry if I didn’t listen, and I’m sorry… ❜

❛ It wouldn’t have changed anything. ❜

❛ I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. ❜

❛ What were you feeling before? ❜

❛ I was feeling fear. And… And guilt. ❜

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