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@tonyfreakinsawicki
“Duck and cover!”
Tony didn’t question her, well at least not right away. Once he felt he was out of sight of what we he was told to duck and cover from, he whispered as quietly as he could. “Whats going on? Why the fuck are we hiding?”
3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
Ok. Yes. Hi. I miss RPing, I miss OB and I miss my tumblr friends. Anyone out there that still wants to RP with me?
ask-alicelockwood :
“Amazing balance and the cultivated poise of a Miss Mystic Falls’ first runner up,” she replied, shifting the tray of shakes down onto the table before plucking one free of the tray.
She quirked a brown, squinting down at the bag. “Probably not. Coffee table’s not totally level. Kitchen counter’s better. Plus you can scorch a piece of toast to cover the smell if you have to ditch it.”
“Oooh, sounds like there’s a story there,” he teased when she mentioned being first runner up. Picking up the bag, he walked over to the kitchen to set it down on the counter there for the time being.
“So what’s this about first runner up? Isn’t that actually just second place?” He sat comfortably on the couch, opening the box in the same motion.
ask-alicelockwood :
She smiled and squeezed Tony’s hand again. “What are friends for?” she asked. “Now, uh, we should probably set some ground rules, like, um, I guess if you don’t want me to eat something that’s yours, write your name on it?”
—–
Two weeks later, Alice came home from classes with two large pizzas in hand, with a carry tray holding two large, chocolate shakes balanced on top. She nudged the door open, keeping everything steady thanks, in no small part, to her lycanthropic agility.
“Tony?” she called. “I come bearing pizza and shakes!”
Tony looked up as he heard the door being open. Setting down the baggie, he stood up to go help Alice. “How the hell have you not spilled this already?” Taking the tray off the top he set it down on the coffee table before turning again to take a box of pizza.
It was only as he was setting the pizza down that he realized he was putting it on top of a week’s worth of his income. “Shit, hold on.” Moving the bag out of the way, he looked back at his roommate. “I probably shouldn’t do this in the living room, huh?”
ask-alicelockwood :
Alice grinned, lifting a shoulder, even though she had no intention of ever allowing Tony to see her take somebody on. She desperately hoped they’d never end up in a position where she had to and, thankfully, thus far Tony had been separate from the supernatural shit storm that Mystic Falls so frequently became.
“That’s us,” she replied. She offered him her hand, smiling. “Gird yourself, because here be monsters.”
Tony looked down to the hand that was offered to him, slowly linking his fingers through her own. “The prettiest monsters,” he added on, letting out a heavy sigh. It was easy to figure out which house it was on the block as music was blasting from it.
“How long do you think till they call the cops on this party?”
thegirlwiththebuffytattoo :
“Smart man,” Arcadia grinned, giving him a thumbs up from the safety of the doorway. Her arms fell to her sides, body turning to push the sliding door back to the open hallway. “And I’m telling you, it’s genetic and it’s one gene DYAD didn’t count on. Ask Jennifer and the countless others that died. This cure isn’t in vain—Scout’s honor.”
“You’re the first one to say that,” Tony countered, eyes drifting to the thumbs up. Another eye roll and he moved towards the door and past Arcadia. Stepping out into the hallway, he turned to face the brunette as she spoke. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” It was easier to brush off what she said then actually take in the fact that some of the clones had died from this disease. “Let’s go. You’re driving.”
ask-alicelockwood :
“Yeah,” Alice replied.
It felt good to tell him, even if it was more in the abstract than the actual. She would probably have to, eventually, if he decided to stay. There were only so many vanishing acts she could pull on full moons before he started to ask questions.
They’d cross that bridge when they came to it.
She reached over and took one of his hands, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Tony looked down to the hand that now covered his own. It was nice to hear that. No one had ever verbally said it before, nor had it ever been implied in the way someone interacted with him. Curling his fingers slightly around hers, he looked up towards Alice. “Thanks,” he replied genuinely.
ask-alicelockwood :
“They did when I was little, because I used to get into fights on the playground every other day, practically.” She thought about the way the other kids used to tease Vicki and Matt about their mom and how protective she got about Tyler, even though he could fight for himself. “It sort of stopped when I got older and I had to clean up my act getting ready for Miss Mystic Falls, but I can still throw it down when I need to. I just… generally stick to verbal throwdowns these days.”
“Yeah? I’d pay a lot of money to see a physical throwdown.” Keeping pace with Alice, he figured they were getting closer to the party. A lot of parked cars lined the streets and the music from one particular building became louder and louder. “I’m guessing it’s that one up there.”
thegirlwiththebuffytattoo :
“If it were up to me, yes, I’d let you make your own decision, no matter how stupid it may be. Perhaps you’d learn a lesson or two.” Arms folded stiffly across her chest, Arcadia planted herself near the doorway even as Tony turned his back. “Cosima and Sarah? They’ll fight you tooth and nail until you comply. If you don’t go with me, I’ve been given very specific instructions to haul you out over my shoulder, kicking and screaming.”
An eyebrow raised when Arcadia explained that she had been given instructions to carry him over her shoulder. “Yeah? Fat chance.” Turning to look at the woman, he stared at her for a good long while before letting out a heavy sigh. “Fine.” The word came out reluctantly and through gritted teeth. “I’m not about to fucking be carried out of here.” Grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch he pulled it on. “I’m telling you right now, I don’t need some stupid fucking injection. I’m not sick.”
thegirlwiththebuffytattoo said: "You've got one foot in the grave already. Your choice."
“Is it really my fucking choice? I have Cosima breathing down my neck and now you?” He sucked in air through his teeth, head cocking to the side before he turned away from Arcadia. “What if I don’t come to your crazy lab?”
ask-alicelockwood :
Rolling her eyes, Alice shook her head. “You can’t ruin something that doesn’t exist and I wouldn’t care about it even if it did. I spend my time with who I want and to hell with the rest.”
Tony laughed at how defensive Alice got at his words. “I’m sure everyone knows not to mess with you anyway, Shit, I wouldn’t even attempt it.”
ask-alicelockwood :
Alice turned to face him, setting the remote down on the table. “–If you don’t feel comfortable, you don’t have to say yes. It’s okay, you know. If you want to, you can. If you don’t, that’s fine too.”
She shifted her weight between her feet and bit her lip, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I’m… I’m kind of like a pack animal. Like a wolf or something.”
Yeah, or something.
“I like being with people. With you. I just, I like having you around. I like you.”
Tony initially thought she was regretting her decision to have him stay with her, but then she mentioned feeling like a pack animal. A faint smile was present before he licked at his chapped lips. “Yeah?” It seemed as though he was going to tease her, but instead he moved to sit down on the couch beside her.
“I like you too.”
Like for a starter!
ask-alicelockwood :
Alice wandered to the kitchen, putting the electric kettle on to boil and setting up mugs for two instant hot chocolates.
She moved through, into the living room. Scrolling through her Netflix queue, Alice looked back over her shoulder when Tony called to her. “Living room!” she called back.
Tony just couldn’t comprehend that someone would actually promise to let him stay with them. But, seeing Alice acting as though the question wasn’t a big deal while she looked through Netflix had him wondering if she genuinely meant it. It seemed only fair to warn her.
“I’m really a huge slob. Are you sure you want me to live with you?”
ask-alicelockwood :
She had carried him, though. Thankfully he’d been pretty much passed out and hadn’t noticed that his much slighter friend had been able to lift him like anybody else might carry a bag of groceries.
“–I’ll do my best,” Alice promised, chuckling. “Only reputation I’ve got is for being ‘difficult’, so…”
“Atta girl.” He laughed to himself, picturing Alice standing up to the obnoxious girls at the party instead of pretending to be just like them.
“So I won’t be ruining any reputation for you then?”
ask-alicelockwood :
“It’s really fine,” Alice replied, chuckling. “It’s not like I carried you bridal style or anything. I put you over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes and made it back here in record time.”
She didn’t mind that he thought she was joking. It was probably the best that he did.
“Everybody’s got their curses. I’m not exactly complaining about that one.”
“Yeah, right. No way you could carry me.” Receiving a text he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Forgot to tell her that business is closing early today.” Sending back a quick response, he shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“What a curse,” he replied sarcastically with an eye roll to match. “At least try and get hammered with me. Unless you have some fake ass appearance to uphold.”
