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|| after this f1 weekend in Budapest, hit the heart for a starter from my driver muses
Sonny Hayes, Luca Vale (f1)
Nicholas Cappa (GT)
༘⋆。 afraid of the dark.
all are lyrics from the album, the dark (2023) by the band CAMINO. songs are in order.
look who's showing up right now.
thought you had it all worked out.
let me guess, you miss me, you're sorry?
too bad, it's too little, too late.
don't make me say i told you so.
don't make me say the only words i owe you.
i don't wanna be right this time.
you're not gonna fool me twice.
a part of me still thinks you're there.
why am i still hoping you'll call?
what am i missing you for?
it's not like you're missing me.
i go home with distractions.
it's no secret we suck together.
i tell myself that it's for the better.
you're beautiful when you're lying.
keep twisting the knife in.
do what you do, tear me apart.
i can't turn you down to save my life.
i only feel this alive when you're making it hard to breathe.
you'll still be the death of me.
i can't fight you.
i know it's gonna blow up in my face.
if i didn't go near you, my life would be so much clearer.
i've been a little careless with my actions.
i've been a little passive with my passions.
i'm in a place where i'm just gonna let it happen.
you got a way of using my feelings.
you make me think it's always my fault.
i gave everything, gave you everything.
it's not me, it's you.
pack up your baggage and go.
i know i got my share of issues.
i know my love comes with a lot.
apparently, i'm not as hopeless as you thought.
we keep on having all the same stale conversations.
they say we're perfect for each other.
my mama loves you, and all my friends do.
they're all dropping heart emojis in the comments.
from the outside, all of the stars align.
i keep on trying and trying to make it make sense.
i don't understand a word that you say.
i'm on saturn, you're not even in the milky way.
perfect on paper but just not on the same page.
aren't you so tired of trying to fake a connection?
i know that i should be jealous.
it just makes me want you even more.
you're saying all you need to say with your eyes.
whenever you're ready, i'm taking you home.
look at the hearts that you're breaking.
you got the whole room in love with you.
they won't get to see you like i'll see you later.
i know i'll see that dress on the floor.
they get to analyze your every move and fantasize.
you're the reason that i am afraid of the dark.
wide awake, i see shadows of you in my arms.
i think i might have messed up.
somehow you make me say stuff that i never have.
somehow, it kinda feels like home.
i stayed until the morning, usually i go.
lighten up and live a little.
now you've got me in the middle.
i'm in and out of my mind.
i'm feeling for the first time.
got good at being apathetic.
i've said the word, but never meant it.
i thought all my damage was permanent.
i feel like i got wasted.
i can't sleep with someone else.
can't bring myself to let somebody in.
every day is just the same day on repeat.
you're still here when she wears off.
it's a different symptom every day.
stoned off you, now i'm stone-cold sober.
i could find my way to you, even if ihad my eyes closed.
it felt like armageddon, just you me and nobody else.
kiss me like i'm the last man in the world.
there is sympathy in emma's gaze – there always is. she gets it. as much as she values freedom , the idea of anything happening to that kid makes her feel like she's in a free-fall with an inevitable splat at the end. why risk this rare time of calm with an unknown where they wouldn't be at his side ? she gets the fear. understands the urge to handcuff herself to his side so she could always protect him. she's always only wanted what was best for him. sometimes that means letting him out of their sight – even if it sets off irrational abandonment alarm bells in her gut.
she swallows the thoughts &* steps a bit closer , head ducking just a bit to find her eye-line. her arms cross , but her gaze is tender. ❛ you used to ride horses when you were young , right ? froliced through the hills ? ❜ a wry little smile as she imagines regina in such a way. ❛ even cora gave you that space to get away for a while. difference is henry actually wants to come home after it. you have a way shorter stick up your ass than cora did , regina. it's four weeks. not forever. ❜
˜”*°•. It was not the same. To compare her to Cora - to suggest, even for a moment, that her mother had somehow been better in this regard - was the worst direction Emma could have taken the argument . It was different having the freedom to go horse riding around the kingdom from moving to an entirely different town for weeks. Honestly she couldn't understand why the other was that keen on letting him go in the first place. A thousand different things could happen. What if he didn't like it ? What if the people there treated him badly ? What if he decided he was better off without her ?
❝ Don't ever compare me to her again. ❞ Her voice was calm, but the warning beneath it was undeniable. She was not Cora. She had spent years ensuring she would never become Cora. She had loved Henry the best way she knew how, and one ridiculous camp did not get to determine whether she had been a good mother. ❝ He adores you, alright ? No surprise you don't mind playing the cool mom. ❞ She knew how Henry saw Emma: like the hero, the mother he could trust, the family he'd always sought for. ❝ You want to let him ? ❞ Her jaw tightened. ❝ Fine. But if something happens to him, that’s on you. ❞
@dcvium sent: I hate how much space you take up in my head.
˜”*°•. Silence lingered for a moment too long - his mind struggling to come up with a decent answer. Much had happened during the past few months, and most times he found it impossible to process the reality of everything. He'd simply keep going, always searching for answers, always rushing - never quite taking in what was happening. So, when Nimue said these words... he was left staring at her in silence.
❝ Why ? ❞ This was the question that first landed in his head. Maybe a year ago, he would have understood. Perhaps a year ago, he'd have understood. A year ago, he'd have laughed it off, offered some clever remark, or found an answer worth hearing. Back then, he was someone else entirely - reckless, charming, forever dragging Ominis into one ill-advised adventure after another. Now ? Now he was someone far from this.
❝ Not why you hate it, but... why ? ❞ It was a question that had haunted him more often than he'd care to admit. His gaze drifted away from hers, lingering somewhere beyond the room. ❝ Sometimes I wish we had met last year. ❞
he smiles — again. couldn't help it. he feels pathetic, disgusted with himself, that he's this easily amused by her. easily enthralled. but easily captivated too. like she's right across from him, delivering that dry quip, and it makes him smile so easily, so normally, like maybe he was the boy that thornbill never touched, even if that is the same boy that will always be filled with so much unanswered anger.
where are you, she asks, and tyler swallows. he looks at the camp capri's set, the other two hyde members tyler still has fuck all idea from where capri pulled.
[ text : saved ] i'm as clueless as you are [ text : saved ] but still not gonna make it easy for u to find me, wednesday. sorry
maybe, despite it all, tyler is still biting onto hope. fuck, he thinks almost humourlessly. he's gonna die like this, thinking maybe he's still redeemable when he's covered in blood.
and then—
[ text : saved ] tbh i dont even rlly care what happens to me
and i know how important she is to you, he doesn't text. doesn't say. couldn't. wouldn't know what it would mean.
[ text : saved ] better u and enid ending me than some random older woman and their fucked up plans [ text : saved ] why did you save me?
˜”*°•. Nothing could delight her more than a mystery. Yet, nothing could irritate her more than one that refused to die properly. Wasn’t it exactly what Tyler was ? Unfinished business that she couldn’t quite do away with, even when given the chance. She could have killed him . She could have punished him for all the lies he’d told her, for all the betrayal. But she hadn’t. And this ? This was something that would forever haunt her.
[ Text ]: I didn’t save you.
She types and forces herself to believe her own excuse.
[ Text ]: Dying is the easy way out, and you don’t deserve it.
She stares at the glowing screen as if it is another crime scene. Motive. Opportunity. Intent. The evidence refused to align. It’d been a long time since they’d last spoken - their encounters far from peaceful. Yet here he was, reaching out to her. It only added more questions to an already impossible pile.
[ Text ]: Why did you text me ?
Now this was the question that actually mattered.
|| So from tomorrow up until Monday expect low activity because holidays
@fatumcerta sent: you’ve got to be shitting me
˜”*°•. It had to be a joke. Everything about this place screamed it. The bright colors, the oversized toys, the way every room looked like it had been ripped straight out of a kid's playroom . Even they looked ridiculous. Walking, talking cartoons directly taken out of a toy box. However, nothing was more insane than the fact he was actually getting used to it.
He still remembered his first day. A day not so long ago. Terrified, yelling at everyone, panicking like the floor was about to swallow him whole. Very dignified. Very impressive. Definitely something he hoped nobody had mentally recorded for future humiliation. But it didn’t matter. They were protagonists now. Going around on Caine’s insane adventures pretending that they actually mattered. That life kept going.
So when he got paired up with the other to do something he hadn’t bothered listening to, he just shrugged. Acted like it was normal. What else were they supposed to do ? ❝ What ? It’s definitely going to be fun. ❞ The words came with a careless shrug and a grin that suggested he believed the exact opposite. He was still trying to get used to this whole teaming up thing. He’d barely talked a lot with anyone other than Ribbit and Ragatha, after all. But well , maybe this was the beginning of a great happy friendship . Definitely not . ❝ Don’t you like collecting magic rocks ? Heard it’s truly the adventure of a lifetime. ❞
|| FROM OSLO TO JOTUNHEIM ||
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Vilde was anxious about this new place. Edda. Her mother's hometown; and now hers. Vilde hated it.
Her entire life, wiped away, just because her mom couldn't keep up with the bills. She had tried so hard to keep everything going, but eventually it got past a point where she stood no chance. The bills kept piling and eventually her grandma had to open her doors for them. A house Vilde hadnt even visited before.
She had been texting with the girls a LOT , but surprisingly it had been Chris whom she had texted the most. It had even been him, she had called the night when she had been forced to pack her belongings.
A week had gone since she had moved into the old house, and her first day of school was knocking at her door. She was literally terrified. She was scared she wouldn't find friends or worse, that she dressed silly, that her Oslo fashion was wrong here...
The school was small compared to her last place.
She had been overthinking everything about this new place, but nothing prepared her for the SHOCK when she amids all the new faces saw a familiar one.
Chris.
Here. In this god forsaken town.
How?
She hadn't told him where she was moving. She hadn't even known where this place was until she arrived.
How on earth?
"Chris?" she lamely called out, before she heard a blond girl call the same man by another name. Fjor.
What the fuck?
˜”*°•. It was always the same fairytale - a story where masks were mandatory, same as everything that went with them. Lies, roles, being the most likeable but never daring to come closer. No. They were actors, going around pretending to be something that they were not. And quite honestly, he was getting tired of Vidar’s constant lectures. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. Which was probably the reason he’d made Oslo his own personal gateway.
He’d been surprised when Vilde had texted him about her upcoming departure. It was a pity. Perhaps their interactions had started a bit strangely, however as the days had gone by, something resembling a comfort had begun to build.
Still, he hadn’t expected to see her standing right there, looking at him as if she’d just witnessed a ghost. Great. If Vidar found out about it - or even worse, Saxa - trouble was inevitable.
❝ Unnskyld . ❞ He said before moving way from the girl. It was really a combination of emotions rising within him - a surprise, a fear, maybe a bit of contentment too ? He honestly couldn’t tell . For wasn’t Vilde being there bound to turn everything into a complicated mess ? She didn’t even know his real name to begin with.
❝ Hey. ❞ The greeting came kind of hesitant as he approached. ❝ I didn’t know you’d be coming here. ❞ Well, quite a way to start the conversation.
she got that from both her parents, that was for damn sure. the temper. the inability to put up with anyone's shit. jade seemed to be made of thousands of tiny sparks, each one ready to ignite said temper time & again. ❝ jesus christ, jade... ❞ yes, she was no saint when it came to foul language, & she used it generously herself, but the rules still stood. ❝ right, i should've realized you've got the maturity of a puffed-up nine-year-old. ❞ as much as it pulled a small amused smile to her face when tian-chen chewed him out, it was hardly funny at this point.
but if she was going to insult him, tabitha might have as well braced herself for whatever came back in retaliation. & she'd never admit, nor let him see, just how hard that one landed, though. hit right in the softest of spots. dysfunctional parents? she tried to hide it behind crossed arms & raised eyebrows, but she'd been completely disarmed... so instead, she turned toward the kitchen & pulled a glass from one of the cupboards. ❝ that's exactly why you could be a little more considerate around him. ❞ she said as she filled a glass with tap water. ethan's already seen too many things he'll never be able to unsee, & it hardly started with this place… so had julie. & the last thing tabitha needed was for her to start thinking jade's recreational drug use was some kind of coping strategy worth following. even if that would have been a lie to claim that tabitha hadn't wished for a something that would take her mind of all those terrifying things, too. to close her eyes without seeing all those things there were in those tunnels...
❝ then perhaps stop acting like one. ❞ she muttered after taking a sip, finally looking back at him with what little composure she'd managed to recover. ❝ i'm sorry, okay? ❞ the apology came reluctantly. whether she should've been the one apologizing or not, jade had a point. she didn't have to bite his head off the second she walked in. ❝ i guess we've both had a hell of a few days. jim told me everything that happened at colony house after i left... & then... at our house. ❞ as difficult it all was to comprehend, it still pained her the most that all their digging for answers had left her children believing, if for a moment, they might end up all alone in this terrifying place. ❝ still... at least your endeavor wasn't a complete waste. you actually got part of the way there. ❞
˜”*°•. Here they went again - accusations, insults. As though they hadn’t already thrown enough of both at each other to last a lifetime . Honestly, he wasn’t even sure why they were still having this conversation. He had enough problems of his own without volunteering to become the emotional punching bag for whatever disaster this so-called dream couple had turned themselves into. ❝ Well, thank you. ❞ Came the response dripping with sarcasm .
Perhaps he had crossed a line. Fine. But it wasn’t his fault they couldn’t sit down and talk through their problems like normal people, and it certainly wasn’t his fault their lives seemed to lurch from one crisis to the next. She thought she was the only one whose life had been shattered ? Well, he used to have a very fine life outside this madness they’d found themselves in - hell, he’d lost his best friend not so long ago, and yet none seemed to give a damn about it. And as angry as she believed herself deserving to be, he could match her. Still, if agreeing to her rules was all it took to get his peace and quiet, then maybe it was not worth challenging her over it. ❝ Fine. No smoking and cursing around him . ❞ He finally gave in, the words dragged out of him like a surrender. Under different circumstances, he might’ve had enough fight left to keep the argument going - maybe even enjoyed it - but he was just too damn tired to even care.
And then the bomb dropped. He just stared at her for a second, like she'd casually announced unicorns were real and she'd passed three of them on the way over. Actually... given everything that had happened lately, maybe that wasn't even the strangest thing he could've heard. What are you talking about? The question never made it past his lips. His brain was still trying to catch up. Unless she'd lived through some entirely different version of reality that he hadn't been there for, none of what she was saying made any sense. ❝ What ? ❞ It was the best possible reaction he could force out of himself - confusion evident all across his face. ❝ Wait, pause pause, here. What are you even talking about ? It was a complete disaster, we got nothing out of it. ❞ Except if… He’d rushed inside at some point, desperately trying to prevent their one way out from getting thoroughly damaged. But she mentioned Jim - had he …? ❝ What did Jim tell you ? ❞ He asked much more abruptly this time, every hint of childish challenge disappearing from his tone and turning into a cocktail of impatience and total confusion.
( * RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM.
a selection of dialogue prompts from the game resident evil requiem. feel free to change pronouns / details as needed.
‘we found another body.’
‘perhaps it’s time for you to face the past? confront that fear head-on.’
‘i won’t force you to go, but do you think you can do this for me?’
‘there might be answers inside.’
‘why am i even here?’
‘you have been on that thing all day.’
‘we need to keep our voices down.’
‘tell me what’s going on.’
‘now is not the time. stay close.’
‘i’m calling the police!’
‘i’m so sorry. this is all my fault.’
‘i’m the one that brought you here.’
‘we have so much to do.’
‘you’ve got to be shitting me.’
‘don’t do anything stupid.’
‘someone help me!’
‘well, fuck. let’s make this quick.’
‘back to square one.’
‘we’re running out of time.’
‘you gotta stay calm.’
‘where the hell am i?’
‘don’t come any closer!’
‘what the hell was that thing?’
‘i’ll be fine. i hope.’
‘you can’t see, can you?’
‘why are you in there?’
‘who made a mess? why the mess?!’
‘what if i can’t get out?’
‘this might be useful.’
‘so loud… my head… keep it down!’
‘don’t fuck with me.’
‘it’s your fucking fault!’
‘give me a fucking break!’
‘you laughed at me!’
‘well, at least it’s easier to walk around now.’
‘come in. i won’t harm you.’
‘why did you kidnap me?’
‘it took forever to find you.’
‘you’re not like other people, you know. you’re quite… unique.’
‘there’s no escaping your destiny!’
‘did anyone hurt you?’
‘please, i really need your help.’
‘you handle this. i’ll handle… that.’
‘i thought that thing was dead!’
‘you’re an investigator, right? well, investigate.’
‘when was the last time you brushed your teeth?’
‘you are an ignorant fool.’
‘you’re a dead man walking!’
‘sorry, i was a little tied up.’
‘hope i’m not next.’
‘you felt that one, huh?’
‘sorry, but i’m not on the menu.’
‘you’re killing me.’
‘well, hey. at least we’re in it together, right?’
‘oh god, i really don’t wanna go in there.’
‘ugh, it got in my mouth…’
‘hold on tight!’
‘why’s it so loud?’
‘let’s play.’
‘here, i kept this safe for you.’
‘do you maybe… wanna leave with me?’
‘it’s not safe here.’
‘we need to keep moving, okay?’
‘it’s okay, we’re not infected.’
‘you don’t need to worry about me.’
‘are you lying to me?’
‘have you seen the same shit i’ve seen?!’
‘look, we’re out of options here.’
‘how much longer do you think any of us can survive?’
‘we can help each other.’
‘it’s a deal.’
‘found you.’
‘hello, gorgeous.’
‘i can’t stop the bleeding.’
‘hey, hey, look at me. we’re gonna be okay.’
‘i’m sorry. i know it hurts.’
‘i need to keep you safe.’
‘are you listening? i said stop!’
‘you feel lost, but you’re not. you’re exactly where you need to be.’
‘i’ve been waiting for you.’
‘i’ll just go it alone.’
‘we’re in this together. till the end.’
‘i’ve always been good at working in the shadows.’
‘just don’t do anything too risky, yeah?’
‘gonna have to find another way around.’
‘you’re a real pest, you know that?’
‘haven’t you had enough?’
‘looks like someone else was here first.’
‘guess the only way in is through then.’
‘looks like they left in a hurry.’
‘something’s missing.’
‘i’ll have to shoot it down.’
‘so the rumours were true.’
‘don’t be ridiculous.’
‘i thought i had a short fuse.’
‘don’t mind if i do.’
‘some things never change.’
‘watch your back.’
‘this is my lucky day.’
‘do you still think about what happened there?’
‘sorry. this isn’t the time, we need to focus.’
‘this day just keeps getting better and better.’
‘i don’t give up that easy.’
‘i’ve had enough of you!’
‘i know the feeling.’
‘should’ve worn a helmet.’
‘so many attempts. so many failures. such a waste.’
‘it’s past our bedtime.’
‘please just be a bad dream.’
‘what’s done is done. you need to focus on the future.’
‘i had a feeling you’d make an appearance.’
‘sorry, but i don’t have time to spare.’
‘i’m gonna do some digging.’
‘i guess this is my stop.’
‘this is one very deep hole.’
‘just so you know, i’ve killed every plant i ever had.’
‘i’m getting the feeling i’m not wanted around here.’
‘we finally meet.’
‘didn’t realise i had such a big fan. how about an autograph?’
‘worried about me? how sweet.’
‘sneaky bastard.’
‘coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.’
‘time to finally get some answers.’
‘don’t embarrass yourself. you can’t beat me.’
‘you still need me, right?’
‘me? feel like a million bucks.’
‘where does this take us?’
‘your guess is as good as mine.’
‘how long was i out?’
‘i couldn’t make a difference.’
‘i’m coming with you.’
‘i don’t want any more regrets.’
‘whatever it takes, count me in.’
‘if anything happens to me… you promise… you’ll end this.’
‘you think you can give me a boost?’
‘this is it. i did it.’
‘where have i seen this…?’
‘life takes unexpected turns, don’t you think?’
‘looking back, do you feel that the choices you’ve made have contributed to… your present circumstances?’
‘what you sow, you reap. isn’t that the natural order?’
‘what would you like the world to know?’
‘i’m not a young man. i don’t have the energy i once did.’
‘your body can’t take much more.’
‘i’m gonna settle this.’
‘haven’t changed much, have you?’
‘let’s get this over with.’
‘what kind of legacy do you want to leave behind?’
‘humans cannot predict when death will come for them. this is why they have hope.’
‘i was wrong… and i am plagued by guilt.’
‘happiness cannot be achieved at the expense of others.’
‘i think that’s enough for today.’
‘aren’t you beautiful?’
‘is there anything else you’d like to tell me?’
‘i’ve said my piece. i only hope it serves as a requiem for those who have passed.’
‘this is finally my chance to do something.’
‘please wake up. come on, wake up.’
‘i was just resting my eyes.’
‘let me help you.’
‘i don’t know the password.’
‘i can buy you some time.’
‘fulfill your destiny, and all will be forgiven.’
‘at least… i could save you.’
‘please know that you are my hope.’
‘there’s nothing special about me.’
‘do you know how much time and money i wasted on this?’
‘don’t you see the genius?’
‘your ignorance is staggering.’
‘it seems your skills have… diminished.’
‘sacrifices must be made! in the grand scheme of things, a few lives are nothing.’
‘give it up. it’s over.’
‘there’s no way out, is there?’
‘i’m not gonna leave your side.’
‘i guess this is it then.’
‘i feel better than i have in ages.’
‘thank god. i’m glad you’re okay.’
‘you’ll be back in action in no time.’
unbelievable... even if she wasn't without fault herself. it was their tempers, both just as bad as the other's, threatening to spark a fire like flint striking stone. it was hard to keep her temper under control when dealing with someone so full of himself, so damn complacent. even if trying to call his attention to what she saw as careless behavior had probably sounded more like a reprimand rather than a casual request. she drew in a frustrated breath & took a step back, fingers running through her hair. ❝ if you're so smart, i fail to comprehend which part you don't understand, ❞ tabitha bit back still, her eyes shortly tracing the stairs before settling back on jade.
it wasn't the first time tabitha had told him off. still, if there was one thing she regretted, it was brushing off jim's frustration while they'd been building the radio tower. it was, ideed, a whole other thing to deal with it outside his sudden bursts into their (former) home. ❝ i'm not about to argue over who's throwing the fucking pity party here. ❞ true, it felt like they'd lost the last pieces connecting them to their old lives. but sometimes it seemed like jade couldn't appreciate what little they still had, too busy getting pissed off over something as small as another person breathing in his presence. still, that was not what this conversation was about.
tabitha rubbed her knuckles together before forcing herself to take a slow, steady breath. ❝ if you've got some genius idea for dealing with this situation, i'm happy to hear it. but listen, i'm just asking you not to make things any harder for the kids by seeing nothing but the tip of your own nose. & maybe don't smoke or swear around ethan, for fuck's sake. ❞ was that really too much to ask? it was that damn attitude that drove tabitha crazy, especially with julie spending more time at colony house than not, & ethan usually off with victor or out in the barn. she'd rather not think about how much worse that attitude was going to get once jim got out of the clinic, too.
˜”*°•. It was her attitude that frustrated him the most. The way he would walk around, commanding him, as though she’d been elected queen of the goddamn house. Well, breaking news but he’d set foot in this house first. He had more rights. Besides, he was smoking, not dismembering someone in the kitchen. There were monsters out there, slaughtering close neighbors and driving everyone insane - did she really believe that his smoking habits were the most unexpected thing to happen in front of her child ? Still, the moment she spoke, an eyebrow arched in her direction. ❝ Language, Tabitha. ❞ Wasn’t it ironic ? Swearing when this whole argument was supposedly about NOT swearing.
❝ Right. Let me make sure I understand the hierarchy, ❞ he said. ❝ Murder, blood, nocturnal abominations, catastrophically dysfunctional parents - all perfectly manageable. But I say ‘fuck’ and suddenly we need to protect the child ? ❞ He asked not minding the limit at all. She wanted her child happy ? He doubted he was the main obstacle to this.
Honestly, he wouldn’t have minded cooperating in the first place. He was perfectly capable of being reasonable when people spoke to him like a human being. But this ? This persistence to make an already intolerable arrangement worse ? It only fed the fire when she could have extinguished it by simply asking . ❝ If we’re going to start setting rules, then I have a few of my own. Rule number one: you don’t get to order me around like one of your children. Rule number two: if you want something, you ask. ❞
@52232 sent: don't be such a dick and come help me out, will you?
˜”*°•. Why was the concept of personal space apparently so difficult for these people to grasp ? The longer he remained trapped in this infuriating little town, the more obvious it became that boundaries - much like common sense - were in critically short supply. So, when the other lectured him about something that wasn’t even his problem to begin with, he didn’t bother hiding the displeasure from his face. ❝ Can’t you see I am a little busy here ? ❞ He snapped, raised the notebook, holding it up as though the answer should have been painfully obvious. . He was stuck. Hell. Hadn’t he been stuck ever since he set foot into this place ? The longer he tried to dig up for answers, the more tangled everything became. And he hated it, hated not understanding, not being able to see the answer. And wasn’t the answer staring back at him? Mocking him into his face? He knew it was. He could feel it. Still, he forced the frustration aside and turned his attention back to the other. ❝ What do you even want help with ? ❞
PROMPTS FOR PLATONIC OR NEUTRAL DYNAMICS
obviously context can be determined by you and your writing partners but wanted to provide a less inherently shippy list!
❝ i've missed hanging out with you. ❞
❝ you needed help so here i am. let me help. ❞
❝ i really value your friendship, you've always been here for me when no one else was. ❞
❝ every time you show up i know i'm about to get a headache. ❞
❝ i'm not sad i'm...i'm smad! ❞
❝ i'd wish you'd call me sometimes when you're not in a relationship crisis. ❞
❝ you're important to me—so if it matters to you it matters to me. ❞
❝ i actually have no idea what you just said but sure. ❞
❝ if you don't eat the last muffin i will. ❞
❝ i'm not really sure what to say to that. ❞
❝ if you really wanted to cheer me up you could buy me a drink. ❞
❝ look you've been running around here with a chip on your shoulder and i've put up with it for long enough without asking questions. ❞
❝ either tell me whats wrong or stop cutting into everyone. ❞
❝ i don't really wanna be around most people but it's okay when its you. ❞
❝ no one else really understands. but i knew you would. ❞
❝ i really hope you stay in my life. makes shit easier having someone like you by my side. ❞
❝ i just really need my friend right now. ❞
❝ come on, it's boring if i go by myself. ❞
❝ stop pouting, i brought something that'll cheer you up. ❞
❝ stay over with me tonight. we can rent a movie, eat shitty food and drink cheap wine. just like we used to. ❞
❝ you don't always have to look out for me. sometimes it's my turn to take care of you. ❞
❝ i know you're going through a lot right now, but those emotions mean you're alive and they are beautiful, even if it hurts. ❞
❝ lets go get something to eat and then we can talk about it. ❞
❝ i needed you! i needed my friend and you weren't there. ❞
❝ you've been a shit friend lately. you really hurt me. ❞
❝ why can't you ever just say you're sorry? ❞
❝ you know how sometimes it's about your thing and sometimes it's about my thing? this is a 'it's about me' moment. ❞
❝ i know you didn't call me at three am to talk about the moon. what happened? ❞
❝ i'll always forgive you. we've known each other for too long for anything else. ❞
❝ cheer up. it only gets worse from here. ❞
❝ i'm sorry i wasn't there when i should have been. ❞
❝ i didn't realize how bad it'd gotten. ❞
❝ i can't help you unless you tell me you need help. ❞
❝ i guess you've already seen me at my worst, huh? ❞
❝ you're an asshole but you're my asshole so. ❞
❝ don't be such a dick and come help me out, will you? ❞
❝ you're kind of bitch. it's why we get along so well. ❞
❝ ha. i knew there was a reason i kept you around. ❞
❝ you are so not driving. ❞
❝ okay lets beat the dead horse into a pulp, what happened? ❞
❝ i have thee juciest gossip. ❞
❝ you said you had something i'd wanna hear? ❞
[ 1 ] for our muses to cook dinner together.
[ 2 ] for one muse to rescue the other from a bad date.
[ 3 ] for our muses to go on a roadtrip together that goes wrong.
[ 4 ] for one muse to take care of the other who is sick or injured.
[ 5 ] for one muse to call the other in a time of need.
[ 6 ] for one muse to show up at the other's house with ice cream after a bad day.
[ 7 ] for one muse to give the other a gift.
[ 8 ] for one muse to help the other get ready for a night out.
[ 9 ] for our muses to go shopping together.
[ 10 ] for our muses to give each other tarot/rune readings.
[ 11 ] one muse accompanies the other to visit the graveside of a loved one.
[ 12 ] one muse is upset and will only let the other near them.
[ 13 ] for our muses to make a blood oath.
[ 14 ] receiver reveals a secret to sender.
[ 15 ] sender reveals a secret to receiver (feel free to add context)
"Sometime's the mere sight of your face makes me want to punch you." // for Theo
˜”*°•. There was barely a single time that Stiles would fail to impress him. A snarky response would always rest on his lips, ready to judge even the way he breathed. It was amusing most of the times - except for when it wasn’t . Still, corner of the lips stretched into a humorless smirk, brow arching with casual disdain. ❝ Funny. Didn’t know you spent that much time looking at my face ❞
[TXT] : That's it? that's all?
[TXT] : No asking me what I am about to do?
❝ does it help somehow to bitch about it ? ❞
was he ever going to stop amazing her? certainly not in a good way. both hands settled on her hips as tabitha raised an eyebrow at him. apparently, they each saw the other as the grouchiest person in the entire goddamn town. being stuck under the same roof sure as hell wasn't ideal.
the only thing keeping her from really letting loose was the fact that ethan was upstairs, trying to read in his own way of coping with yet unsettling cascade of events. ❝ oh, fuck off, jade. ❞ she breathed, shaking her head. ❝ clearly, talking to you is a fucking waste of breath. but if you had one goddamn ounce of empathy, you wouldn't be such an asshole! ❞ tabitha kept her voice low. still, every word slipped through clenched teeth, leaving no doubt about how easily he could press every last one of her buttons. each accusation came with another jab of her index finger against his chest.
he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted. but he didn't have to do it in front of her kids. & he called it bitching? seriously? their living situation wasn't ideal, but how fucking stupid had she been to expect that, if he couldn't show a shred of compassion, he'd at least have the decency to be curious about how their goddamn house had collapsed on its own? & while tian-chen had opened her home without a second thought, jade's attitude made her want to grow those freaking monster claws herself.
@thenightmareofyourdrems
˜”*°•. One ounce of silence - was that really so much to ask ? Personal space was already impossible to find in a town packed with people who seemed pathologically allergic to the concept. And now there were even more of them crammed into this house, invading the very limited space he had left. It was becoming infuriating. So, no. If the other expected him to stand there, pretending to fly in the clouds of excitement for having to deal with the noise, she was going to be disappointed.
Still, he glanced down at the finger jabbing into his chest, then back at her with a raised brow. ❝ You barged in here, started yelling at me, and now you’re offended because I’m not responding with a group hug and a heartfelt speech ? ❞ What did she want him to do ? Cry with them ? Glue that thing back together ? He hadn’t even forced the conversation to begin with . Didn’t she have anyone else to become all social with ? Or had the brief flash of disappointment on his face when he saw them entering the house wounded her that deeply ?
❝ So, unless this town’s buried treasure was hidden under your house, I doubt any of this is going somewhere useful. ❞ He had already his own problems to deal with ; an antenna that’d led nowhere but to further disappointment, and a town that made no damn sense. So, if Tabitha was so convinced that he was not worth talking to, and that every breath spent on him was wasted, then why was she still standing there?
❝ Funny. Out of everyone in this house, you’re the one who decided to come over here and talk to me. ❞ His mouth pulled into a faint, humorless smirk. ❝ So, are you here just to blame me for your misery, or did you actually want to tell me something ? ❞
˜”*°•. It was almost as if the universe was mocking him right into his face . It didn’t matter how hard he tried, how confident he was in the beginning of every race, it felt like the car hated him. That collision in turn three, however accidental, had cost the race to both himself and the other driver. He didn’t even know how it had happened. One moment he was racing against Carter, trying to hold position, and the next one, the engine gave up, the sudden speed loss turning the whole chase into pure disappointment.
He couldn’t even imagine how the other must have felt about it. P3 and P4 being basically a podium battle. However, avoiding him for the rest of their lives was impossible in the world of motorsport, so shortly after the race was finished, he approached him.
❝ Are you okay ? ❞ He asked @spittiingblood a bit hesitantly.