below is a list of starters from both sides of the conversation , with prompts geared toward scenes involving some sort of confrontation. prompts rage from friendly to not so friendly. please consider following for more prompts and please do not steal!
❛ i can't believe you hid this from me. ❜
❛ that's it. we need to talk about this. right here. right now. ❜
❛ don't see how we can get around talking about this anymore. ❜
❛ you can't just keep avoiding me! ❜
❛ i'm not leaving until we talk about this. ❜
❛ come on just . . . talk to me. ❜
❛ all this time . . . and it was all a lie? ❜
❛ i trusted you. ❜
❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜
❛ start talking. now. ❜
❛ when are you going to stop lying to me? ❜
❛ i just wanna talk. ❜
❛ can we talk about this? please? ❜
❛ i came to talk this out. ❜
❛ you and i can work this thing out. ❜
❛ enough lies. tell me the truth! ❜
❛ i just wanna know what happened. ❜
❛ you can tell me. ❜
❛ just . . . start from the beginning. ❜
❛ are we gonna talk about this like grownups? ❜
❛ can you just be an adult about this for once?! ❜
❛ i didn't think it was gonna be so hard to talk about it. ❜
❛ i don't wanna talk about it. ❜
❛ i said leave it alone! ❜
❛ it's not that simple. ❜
❛ can we just . . . not talk about this right now? ❜
❛ i didn't want to see you get hurt. ❜
❛ okay fine. you wanna talk about it? here it is , ❜
❛ i kinda hoped you would just ignore it. ❜
❛ okay , fine just . . promise you won't get mad. ❜
'You? A demon? I've taken shits scarier than you.' Wings are folded, promptly. A satisfactory nod. This is good way to conduct himself in literal hell. Just sass all the horrors... Well it's not like he hasn't died a hundred times over already.
A bored expression, with a dismissive wave of his hand. 'At least sing me a song. That's what the demons in my house do. Sing me a little song while they torment me. They have true showman ship...except for maybe that worm...'
Despite being the leader of the idol group AMBIANCE for three years, Y/N is abruptly cut from the group, leading to speculation on why. Unwilling to lose her career, she begins to work to rebuild herself, using a weak connection with chart-topping idol JHope.
Pairing(s):
Jung Hoseok x Y/N
??? x Y/N
masterlist link is in blog description.
warning(s): mentions of stalking, mentions of confrontation
if you enjoy please let me know !
disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respective idol in real life.
tag(s): @scooobydont @mygscafe @xxqueenwxtchxx@momdancingtomcr @vixsynsblog @sun-flowersmile@bts-lys@oyasumi7 @detectivebourbon @pastel-angel-princess@ohnoididthething @joyful-jimin @d-noona@kayakookie@franmarrburgos1235 @instantspot @rosey-roseu@thebleuprince@bahannah01writes@hugseoksmain @silverlightqueen@sorryimacrapwriter @insenescencia (if you would like to be added, just let me know however!)
June: “I’m sorry. Please, let me explain...I love you! Please...!”
Evelinne sighs. She reaches for June’s face and lifts it slowly. Her eyes filled with tears looking at the face of the man she loved. The man who had completely shattered her heart.
June: “Baby, I ▬”
Evelinne: “You can go fuck yourself.”
@yellowhug taught- “ do you truly think so little of me? ”
Oh. Ouch. Duck didn't expect this from the yellow one. Usually he'd take the bird's insults and even acts of violence; without any question what so ever. He'd fight back often. But never has he ever questioned Duck's opinion of him before.
The green bird uncoils his fists a frown plastered on his beak. When had they started fighting like cat and dog? Photos of them, with Red, happy and smiling, stare down at him from the walls. They burn holes into his very soul..
He looks at his feathery hands... 'No.' He sighs. Hands now move to pull at the feather's at the side of his face. 'No...' He whimpers. 'I-'
'I'm just a silly sad duck, just a silly sad duck.' The words don't even sound like his own, he rips a few feathers from his head and they fall to the floor.
and then silence.
One beat.
Two beat.
Three.
'Why are you looking at me like that? How did you get so roughed up?' Duck waddles over to the other one, pulling him to standing.
Despite being the leader of the idol group AMBIANCE for three years, Y/N is abruptly cut from the group, leading to speculation on why. Unwilling to lose her career, she begins to work to rebuild herself, using a weak connection with chart-topping idol JHope.
Pairing(s):
Jung Hoseok x Y/N
??? x Y/N
masterlist link is in blog description.
warning(s): stalking, obsession, mentions of confrontation
if you enjoy please let me know !
disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respective idol in real life.
tag(s): @scooobydont @mygscafe@xxqueenwxtchxx @momdancingtomcr @vixsynsblog @sun-flowersmile@bts-lys@oyasumi7 @detectivebourbon@pastel-angel-princess@ohnoididthething@joyful-jimin @d-noona @kayakookie @franmarrburgos1235 @instantspot @rosey-roseu @thebleuprince @bahannah01writes @hugseoksmain @silverlightqueen @sorryimacrapwriter @insenescencia (if you would like to be added, just let me know however!)
I find it funny when people talk abt being anxious about confrontation.
Bc for me, I don't get that type of anxiety I mean I threw a rock at a guy once bc he was pmo loll.
In my mind.. idk it's smth I find so easy and maybe thats the autism and me not understanding it but in my mind its so easy to shut down people and say "hey I don't wanna talk rn". Ik its easier said then done but I mean its less then 10 words and if that person doesnt respect ur wishes its like. Walk away? Ignore them? Throw a rock at them?
Idk maybe I don't get it, maybe ive never had a bad confrontation and just don't understand
And btw im not talking anyone down ik how anxiety gets in ur head and convinces u of all these bad things my autistic ass just, doesn't get it.
With tensions still high, Wilson confronts Cameron before finally enjoying a well deserved evening with House.
Ler: Wilson 🖊️
Lee: House 🏡
Word count: ≈1300
(As a warning, this is a continuation of “Broken Lines” which delves into topics that are tagged below. As a result;)
⚠️Viewer discretion advised!⚠️
“I didn’t steal anything!” Cameron exclaimed as she raced down the stairs, a still furious Wilson hot on her trail.
“No, you don’t understand! He doesn’t let just anyone do that, you tried to take it before he was ready to allow you to see it. That’s so unbelievably wrong of you!”
Wilson drew, keeping up with Cameron as they made their way to the parking lot.
“You stole something safe from him, something that allows him to just feel in the moment. And you stole that from him. You stole moments that weren’t yours to steal!”
Cameron whips around to face him.
“Then what makes you and Cuddy so damn special?” She sneered, a genuine curiosity fusing with envy.
Wilson’s gaze burned into her skull as he held his hands tightly together.
“We aren’t constantly seeking his damn approval..He’s just House. He’s not a god, he’s not a demon, or even somebody particularly worthy of idolizing. And he’s certainly not an object that you can toy with at your leisure.” Wilson dropped his expression as Cameron looked away, mildly distraught about her choices.
“He’s just House, as House as the day is long. And we seen him as nothing more and nothing less.”
Cameron began to stutter, drawing a hand to her quivering lips.
“I-I feel like I should apologize but I also feel like I should…”
“Never mention it again? I think that’s best, maybe he’ll speak to you the same as usual instead of not at all. Goodnight, Cameron.”
Wilson walked away from her, still extremely frustrated about what House had to go through.
He couldn’t help but think it was partially his fault, he didn’t have to draw it out any longer than it had been going for. He knew it couldn’t be helped as he made to his car. He was met with a confused house leaning against his passenger door.
“What took you so long?” He yawned, his head still resting on the roof top of Wilson’s car.
“Nothing important…let’s head home, ok?” Wilson replied by softly, gently grasping House’s hand.
“Ummm.. yeah, let’s go..” House agreed, averting his eyes from Wilson’s worried gaze to get in.
Although it couldn’t be readily apparent in his body language, Wilson could see in House’s eyes that he was still shaken up from what had happened. As he began to drive them home, House placed a hand atop Wilson’s on the driver’s shaft of his car which earned a soft smile from his counterpart. The trend of House initiating touch continued when they arrived home and, instead of matching Wilson’s legs on the table, House curled into Wilson and draped his arms around him.
Wilson brought his arm over House’s shoulder to pull him in as House arguably nuzzled into the crook of Wilson’s neck.
“You’re being awfully sweet, aren’t you?” Wilson chuckled a bit, holding House closer as he stared deeply into his piercing, yet soft, blue eyes.
House began to stumble over his words, as if he was being verbally tripped by Wilson’s remark.
“I-I just really needed to be…seen? Er- Held? Umm..Touched by someone I actually trust. I guess take it a-as a thank you for….trying to-“
House paused as Wilson cuts his nervous rambling off by pressing his lips gently into his forehead. He lets out a sigh, nearly wistfully.
“You just know me so well. You know when I’m in over my own head. You know when to push me just past my boundaries without me feeling as if I’m….trapped or unable to escape. You know when I don’t need that either, when to draw back, if you will. It’s…real nice, actually.”
House continued as his face covered with a dusty pink, his thumbs twiddling in his lap.
“I’d…say that you shouldn’t have to thank me for that but..I’m glad I can read you like that. It’s…very reassuring to hear.” Wilson admitted, his voice faltered at House’s unadulterated sincerity.
Wilson’s hand ghosted against House’s neck they watched Monster Trucks together, earning a soft giggle and a trail of goosebumps following.
Wilson attempted to stop himself from going much longer, knowing how badly House was pushed today. However, every few minutes, he caught his fingers fluttering against House’s neck again. Tiny chortles escaped House’s lips, his hands coming down from around Wilson to cover his face.
“S-sorry, I-just…umm…is…this too much?” Wilson stuttered, noticing House’s withdrawing. He was struggling to keep his fingers still.
“Did you not listen to anything I just told you? Or did it simply go in one ear and out the other?”
House chuckled as he looked up at Wilson with a bright grin, his hands flicking at each of Wilson’s ears.
Wilson squeaked lightly but, kept his hands firmly where they were, recognizing the blatant provoking.
“I’ll tell you if it’s too much..ok?”
The green light was blaring.
Wilson took no time in continuing his fluttering fingers, this time, against House’s collarbones.
He quickly started to dissolve into tiny giggles, his hands firmly planted against his trembling mouth.
Wilson gently pulled House’s hand away from his lips. As he did this, he drew small circles into House’s wrist, earning a squeaky yelp.
“You’ve got to stop hiding that smile, it’s…so beautiful. You don’t need to hide it from me, it’s safe.”
Wilson reassured as he directed House’s arms to drape over him again, wrapping his own around House’s torso. Wilson’s fingers landed at the lowest of House’s ribs, ever so gently buzzing into it.
“Nahahahaha!!! Ihihihit looks sihihihilly behehecause its croo-HAHAHA! WaitwaitWAIT!!”
House shrieks as Wilson buzzed firmer, his arms squeezing around Wilson.
“Ah-ah-ah! No talking bad about yourself, ya big bully!” He brought both hands up a few ribs to dig into House, making sure he understood the consequences of his actions.
“I-HIHIHIHI!!! IM SAHAHAHARRY!!!”
House squealed, his arms shaking.
“Don’t say sorry…say…I’m the most handsome doctor in the hospital.” Wilson smirked, moving his buzzing fingers to House’s third rib.
“You-HAHAhaHA! You’re the mohohost handsome dohaHAHacter at the hospital!” House blurted out, clearly not so clearly missing the point.
Wilson chuckled, blushing at how quickly House admitted this.
“N-no. You need to say “I’M the most handsome doctor at the hospital.” As in, you. Get it, giggles?” He teased, now buzzing into House’s second rib.
“B-AHAHA! But thahahat would be a lie! I juhust sa-HAHAHa said you were. That was thehehe truhuhuth! EEHEheheHe!! NoHOhoHo!!”
House squealed as Wilson landed at his top rib, digging slightly under House’s arms.
“Cmonn~ you know you are, with that handsome swagger.” Wilson jived, earning a cackle out of House.
“I-HIHIHIt’s called A-ahahaha! H-HAHahaHa hobble, gehehehet it rihihiHIHIHIGHT! S-SHIHIHIT!”
House retorted, his head throwing back Wilson now directly dug under his arms, determined to get make House think about it differently.
“More like the stankiest of stanky legs, you have such a sexy gait.” Wilson playfully flirted, nuzzling his nose into House’s neck.
“PPFFFFfffftt! YoHo-*snrk!* nAhaHAHA! You gooHOhoHooHoo*snrk!*hohohoof!!”
House’s face burned red, barely able to say a word through his loud snorty laughter.
Wilson turned his nuzzling to light trailing kisses, slowing his hands to a stop as he did so.
House caught his breath after a few minutes, now just making happy low grumbly noises from the kisses.
”So, are you-going-to-say-it?” Wilson asked, continuing his kisses up House’s jaw to land right on the center of his right cheek.
“NaHahahat a chahance!”
House giggled, shaking his head at the sensations.
“Fine, then I’ll say it. You’re the most handsome doctor in the hospital, if not in the country.” Wilson smiled, knowing House’s stubbornness well.
“That’s so nahahat true but, it meheheans a lot coming from you..” House admitted, his blush and smile still burning, giggles still occasionally lingering on his lips.
“It is to me, House. Always has been, always will be.” Wilson beamed, feeling so lucky to be in this moment with him.
RNG fic: prompt 5, I took a fairly different route on this if only to see Wilson and House be soft together challenge my writing. Yeah, that 😅😅
