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THINGS MY EXES SAID: STARTERS (PART II)
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from Things My Exes Said. change & alter as needed.
"I can't deal with your illness. Call me if you ever make it out alive."
"You're too much for anybody."
"Your family was right about you."
"Why don't you go down some pills, or drown in alcohol? Because that's all you ever do."
"It's like you've got a garden growing out of the darkest parts of you."
"You're a waste of my fucking time."
"I tried to kill myself last month. Sorry I didn't tell you."
"You can't use I love you as an excuse to hurt people anymore."
"The distance is too much. I can't be with someone a thousand miles away."
"I'm kind of in love with everything. That's just how I am."
"I went home and chugged a bottle of whiskey."
"Get a fucking personality, man."
"You're not even worth the air you breathe."
"Someday, we'll have our own kids, and a family... but not together."
"You helped me feel again, and now I wish I couldn't."
"You're perfect, but you don't mean a thing."
"Thanks for letting me be your first kiss."
"I would love you if you were actually stable."
"I know you need someone. But that someone can't be me."
"You were too hard to love."
"You were only ever temporary to me. This was all temporary."
"I'm sorry things ended the way they did."
"Kill yourself, or stay out of my life."
"I love you, and I don't want you to die."
"I will always love you more than I can physically carry."
"Enjoy your life. And forget my name."
"I haven't forgotten you, and I never will."
"I hope you learn to love yourself as much as I love you."
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
(a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.)
→ add + reverse to reverse the roles!
[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office
[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car
[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips
[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck
[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall
[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap
[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator
[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush
[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat
[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes
[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears
[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet
[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer
[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor
[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears
[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear
[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway
[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing
[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet
[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place
[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party
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send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!
LAST EDITED: 01/06/22
[ KISS ]: sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.
[ ANGER ]: sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.
[ CHALLENGE ]: in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.
[ TRAINING ]: during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.
[ HEAT ]: while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.
[ SHIELD ]: in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.
[ COVER ]: while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.
[ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.
[ STOP ]: in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.
[ FIGHT ]: while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.
[ RESTRAIN ]: sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.
[ STEADY ]: sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.
[ CLOSER ]: while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…
[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.
[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.
[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).
[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.
[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.
[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.
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*bat signals my friends to ask if they want to get coffee with me*
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"I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT" PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
when did you learn how to do that?
that was... weird.
that was you, right? you did that?
i'm imagining things, aren't i? that didn't just happen.
i'm going to pretend like i didn't see that.
who on earth taught you that?
that was a bit scary, i have to admit.
i didn't know you were capable of that.
could you always do that, or was that something you just learned?
just felt like you could spring that on me, i guess?
i have... so many questions.
so... when were you going to tell me about that?
i must be dreaming.
i guess i don't know you that well after all.
did they teach you how to do that?
where did you learn that?
so that's what you learned while you were away.
all right. start talking.
you can't just pull that out without telling me!
warn me next time!
that was... that was incredible.
was that magic?
we'll talk about whatever that was later.
a little warning next time would be great.
wait wait wait, before we go any further, i need an explanation.
don't just walk off! tell me what that was!
and here i thought i knew you well enough.
i don't like it when you keep secrets.
next time, tell me beforehand. that way i'm not freaking out the whole time wondering what's going on.
you don't see that every day.
can you do it again?
show it to me again.
i liked that a little more than i should.
give me a second to pick my jaw up off the floor.
you never told me you could do something like that.
you can't just do that stuff and expect me to be okay with it!
so that's what you've been learning.
could you teach me how to do that?
how long did that take you to learn?
i'm beyond impressed by you.
now that's more like it!
that was excellent.
you really are extraordinary.
i've never seen anyone do anything remotely as cool as that.
that must have taken you years to perfect.
show me again, and this time, let me see if i can do it, too.
when we're through with this, i'd like you to teach me how.
i never thought i'd see the day.
my heart's pounding.
you're starting to really impress me.
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Fire tonight in Greenpoint
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i forgot to give vi her peircingswhoops
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darker vibes
❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜
❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜
❛ you are my salvation. ❜
❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜
❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜
❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜
❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜
❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜
❛ fucking hit me already. ❜
❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜
❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜
❛ fix me. ❜
❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜
❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜
❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜
❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜
❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜
❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜
❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜
❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜
❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜
❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜
❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜
❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜
❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜
❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜
❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜
❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜
❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜
❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜
❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜
❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜
❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜
❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜
❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜
❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜
❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜
❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜
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send "why are you so cute? stop that!" to my muse for their reaction.
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it’s okay babe I know ur doomed by the narrative
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Viktor pauses, staring at Caitlyn for a long moment. He knows that she should be sent home. She is a child, and her parents are likely incredibly worried about her. Yet, he can't find himself to force her out, not with how desperately she begged to not be sent away. Viktor holds a hand up, urging her to stop as he shakes his head. "Please, Caitlyn, that is enough. You don't have to leave, and you certainly do not need to go... sleep in the corner."
He frowns, bringing a hand to rub at his temple as he sighs. "This is Jayce's study, I have no right to force you to leave, nor would I try and do so." For the girl to react so... emotionally to such a simple request, bothers something within the scientist. It would not be his place to ask her, but perhaps he could mention it to Jayce later on.
"Please, stay there if that is where you are comfortable." He offers a small, but worried smile, "I will try not to make too much noise."
Viktor is not good with children. Well, really, he's not good with people in general. They frighten him to a degree. He was always an afterthought, or an outcast, due to his illnesses. He wishes that he were more socialized. Perhaps, then, he would know how to comfort Caitlyn, instead of feeling himself clam up with the desire to get away.
He walks away from the teenager, going to one of the many chalkboards they have scattered about the lab. He finds the one with the equation he was working on, and erases the board entirely, opening up the envelope and beginning to start over from scratch. Every so often, he'll catch himself muttering as he works and will stop, trying to be conscious of the girl on the other side of the room.
☾⎯⎯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 at home, her parents had hounded her again due to ignoring some studies and angrily arguing with her tutors. The conversation was left with annoyance between the two as Caitlyn slammed the door in her mother's face and left the house. Honestly, the fact Cassandra didn't come back to the door and shout at her to come back home surprised her meaning Tobias must have stopped her. She went to the one place she often sought comfort from; where the two people she cared about the most typically lived.
Except no one was here.
A small sniffle left her face as she brushed away the tears. No, push it down and just wait. She wouldn't be alone long, she had a feeling someone would show up. So she just settled down in the chair, busying herself by reading over all the research the two men had been doing. After a while, she leaned forward and put her arms down as a makeshift pillow and before she knew it she had fallen asleep. Night had fallen, the twinkling stars in the sky acting as natural light to the earth below. The soft little breaths of the teenager came to and fro as she slept until something shook her awake. She jerked slightly in surprise, looking up toward the golden eyes. Her hand reached up to rub her eyes and looked back. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was reading it and must have fallen asleep," Caitlyn admitted as she reached for the envelope and passed it to him.
The question came as she sat quietly for a moment and shook her head no. "It's Mum again, just being pushy as always," A little chuckle left her lips at Viktor's jest. "I've slept in a tree once," But then the question came up and she shook her head. "Please no, I don't want to go home yet. Can I, just stay here for a little bit? I won't be a bother, I promise, I'll stay off of all the research paper, I can just, sleep in the corner or something," Caitlyn asked, a pleading look in her blue eyes in hopes that Viktor wouldn't make her go home. "I swear, I won't cause trouble,"
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Riku sighs, exaggeratedly, at Vanitas's insistence that he is fine. He can see the way his legs are trembling beneath his own weight, as though the task of taking a few steps may as well be as difficult as running a marathon. The Keyblade Master was already rummaging through his pockets, about to offer a potion to the other when Vanitas's voice made him pause. "It's not a waste," Riku argues, but Vanitas is already moving away from him, and it's not like Riku intends to force it upon him.
All he does is raise an eyebrow, shaking his head with a scoff. "Suit yourself," Riku says, raising a hand in defeat as he moves to continue on the trail. He doesn't go ahead of Vanitas, however. He keeps himself about three paces behind the other, eyes watching him as they move.
The trail is not even ground, there are small dips and hills they need to traverse. It would be strenuous on someone who was healthy, let alone someone who is as injured as he thinks Vanitas is. After all, Riku himself has had his fair share of encounters with the large body Heartless, and they scarcely ever left him in a state where he didn't need some sort of healing potion or spell.
He thinks about casting a cure spell anyway, and just letting Vanitas get pissed off at him. After all, there will be more heartless, and he'd rather Vanitas be able to move without being in as much pain as he must currently be in.
Taking a deep breath, Riku decides to wait a little longer, but as they begin to trek uphill, and he can hear the ragged breathing coming from the other, he decides enough is enough.
Holding his hand out, not his keyblade, because Vanitas would've heard him summon it, he casts a Cure spell. It's not as potent as it would be with his keyblade - he's sure there is still some pain, but he doesn't have time to ask how much it healed when he sees Vanitas's head whirl back toward him, fury shining in his eyes.
@bloodbondcd asked: “Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.” ( @ vanitas from riku )
~ Vanitas ~
Glaring ahead with his teeth grit, Vanitas moved past Riku.
“I'm fine.” He snapped, looking back at the Keyblade Master. He was on shaky legs, but he was fine. Ribs were probably broken, but he was fine. He was covered with dirt and bruises from the fight, but dammit he was fine! This was nothing! Nothing compared to what Master Xehanort had put him through. “Don't! He barked, seeing Riku holding a potion. “Waste it.”
He didn't need it. He was fine. He welcomed the hurt even, it served as a reminder that he needed to be better. Faster. Stronger. He was weak for having gotten hurt in the first place. This was a mere irritation when set alongside the things he'd endured before.
“And don't bother casting cure either.” Vanitas sneered. “Save your energy for yourself. You need it more than I do.”
He was fine.
“Let's just go.” Vanitas grumbled, brushing a low hanging tree branch out of his way. Why was it always a forest? Why couldn't, just for once, Yen Sid send him on a mission that was in the middle of a damn field with no trees around?
The Heartless had gotten the jump on them and a blasted large body had come zooming out of the woods to smack into him, sending him flying, but thank god a nice, sturdy, hard, massive oak tree had been there to break the impact on his stupid, soft body and brittle bones.
Swearing under his breath, Vanitas pressed deeper into the woods. He could hear Riku behind him, fallen leaves crunching under their feet.
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In the early morning hours, when it was still dark, Aqua had forced herself out of bed. She used to avoid this time of day but couldn't fear it forever. She brushed her hair and teeth but stayed in her pajamas - a simple tank top and a pair of shorts. She would shower, but she wanted to do something else, first. There was just enough light for her to see where she was going, but not enough to ease the way her body stayed tense, nor the way her mind panicked at even the slightest sound.
She managed to make it to the kitchen without trouble, however. The fridge had been replaced the day that it had been broken. A newer, shinier model standing where the hold one had once stood. She couldn't very well cook in the dark, so she made a simple breakfast instead - cereal.
Aqua had placed her bowl on the table, but her body wouldn't cooperate with her to actually sit. It was too much. She'd be too vulnerable. It was such a silly thing, to not be able to sit in a chair in the dark.
But her hands were shaking, and she forced herself to give up on the idea, instead taking the bowl back into her hands and backing up against the counter, facing the entrance to the kitchen. It eased her some, but this was ridiculous, and she knew it. She was a Keyblade Master, she couldn't be afraid of the dark.
A sigh of relief almost leaves her when not even five minutes later, the lights flick on, and the panic that had been steadily building in her chest fades away. She's surprised to see it's Vanitas, though she supposes she really shouldn't be. He's been more or less lurking around the tower for the past week, acting like a punished child. She looked at him for what must have been a moment too long because the glare he shot her was scathing.
Her lips pressed into a thin line in response, and she shot him her own displeased look. If he was going to come in with a bad attitude, she wasn't going to coddle him. She didn't continue to stare, however, looking away to focus on her cereal. It was getting to the point where it was starting to get too soft, but she didn't want to waste it.
She stirred her cereal up, taking another bite and glancing toward Vanitas. He was still staring at her, and she raised a brow expectantly as she chewed. She'd doubted he'd come down here just to watch her eat cereal. He caught her gaze - she saw the moment in his expression - and then he looked away and made a show of yawning as he came into the kitchen.
It almost made her smile.
His yawn was contagious, however, and Aqua found herself yawning as well, eyes watering a bit. Hopefully, her shower would wake her up. She didn't look up as Vanitas began to rummage through the cabinets. She simply ate quietly, trying to finish off the bowl before her cereal had turned into mush instead of anything resembling what it should be.
Vanitas's voice is a bit of a surprise. She hadn't been expecting him to try and talk with her. She looks over toward him, setting her bowl down on the counter beside her and tilting her head in consideration. Maybe it was a poor reflection on her part, that she hadn't expected Vanitas to ask about the blond Nobody.
"No," Aqua answers simply, leaning her head back against a cabinet. "He went in his room and he won't come out. He hasn't come to our training sessions, either." Her voice is neutral, as though she's discussing the weather instead of another person.
It's apparently not the response Vanitas was hoping for, considering the look he shoots her. She doesn't say anything as he moves about angrily, nor does she say anything when he finally sits down. She waits for a few moments before walking over to the table, taking the seat beside Vanitas, and sitting in it.
"Have you thought about checking on him?" It's perhaps a stupid thing to suggest, given what happened the last time the two were alone. "You could bring Ventus with you. Although, it's possible Roxas may not even be in his room. He has other ways he can leave without walking out of the door. I do know that Lea and Xion haven't spoken to him, which means he probably isn't here at all."
@bloodbondcd asked: FOG . a starter in which one or both muses are tired. ( @ vanitas from aqua )
~ Vanitas ~
It was some early hour of the day.
That soft, grey time before dawn when everything is still.
The tower was mostly quiet; the brooms were bustling about doing their work and keeping the tower clean and aside their little movement, the tower was silent.
Padding softly down the halls, Vanitas walked with bare feet, his expression neutral, his gaze settled ahead as he walked, but not really seeing things. His thoughts were elsewhere; back in the graveyard and with the empty, wind whipped nights.
There'd never been any quiet there.
No stillness, no refuge from the constant storms.
He'd gotten used to it and now...
Now the soft quiet was eerie. It was hard to sleep with silence. Give him sound; give him noise; give him motion. He couldn't sleep with all this peace. All this damned peace and quiet.
It was too much.
Lights flickered on, powered by magic as he stepped into the kitchen. There was a broom in the corner, sweeping around, and Aqua was leaning against the counter, holding a bowl and a spoon in her slender hands. The hell was she doing in the dark? For a moment, Vanitas stood in the doorway, looking in at the room and briefly wondering what he was doing there.
Aqua looked at him and he glared back at her, his defences rising. She hated him so much. He saw it every time she looked at him. He heard it when she spoke to him. He saw it when she showed him things; he knew she believed he was irredeemable.
Hell, they all believed it.
Except Ventus, the fool was the only one who thought there was something worth saving in him. He knew they distrusted him. He knew they talked about him when he wasn't there. He knew they were waiting for him to turn on them.
And maybe he would.
Aqua was glaring at him.
Which was normal, she was always looking at him with hate in her eyes. He wondered what it was for this time. Was it about the fridge? Was it about the number he'd done on Roxas? That seemed more likely than the fridge. They'd woken up the whole damn tower that morning. Depriving them of their precious beauty sleep.
He'd nearly killed the Nobody.
It had been a frosty week in the tower after that, with everyone looking at him with vitriol and disappointment. What the hell had they expected though? Did they think he was just gonna, roll the fuck over and be a good little boy? Did they think a change of clothes was enough to change who he was?
He'd nearly killed Roxas and Aqua leaning against the counter in the kitchen, bowl of... whatever held in her hands.
And Vanitas dug his fingers into the door frame, his other hand curling into a shaking fist. She was thinking of all the ways she could end him. He just knew it. She was thinking of how best to grind him into black paste and smear in the dirt of the Graveyard.
What was he doing here? He should just leave Aqua to her bowl of mush. She didn't want him there! She didn't want to be near him! She... Was lifting an eyebrow and looking at him expectantly. He was still standing in the doorway and staring at her.
Vanitas looked away first, making an annoyed sound and yawning as he finally walked into the kitchen.
He hadn't seen Roxas, since that morning.
He knew the Nobody was still about the Tower, but he hadn't seen him.
Vanitas paused, his hand on a cupboard handle. Aqua yawned off to his right, her spoon clinking in her bowl. Something churned and burned hot in his stomach and eyes narrowing, he glared down at the counter top, chewing the inside of his cheek. What was that feeling? That awful gnawing that was hot and roiling and chewing on his insides.
He didn't know what it was.
He hadn't been sleeping much.
Laying awake, staring at the ceiling and looking into the bleak and poisonous corners of his own black soul. His hand tightened on the cupboard handle and he slowly pulled it open. He was tired. He was tired and that awful, hot, burn within him hadn't gone away in days.
He hadn't seen Roxas in over a week.
Aqua ate her cereal.
Vanitas opened his mouth and nothing came out. Swallowing, he ran his tongue over his dry lips and tried again.
“Have you...” God was that his voice? Exhausted and sleep deprived and so damn weak. “Seen Roxas?”
Vanitas was tired.
Yellow eyes narrowed and he looked sharply at her.
“I don't care.” He spat acidly. “But...” He looked away again, hand still on the cupboard handle, door hanging open. “How... Tch-!” Cutting himself with a bite to his tongue, he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard, slammed the door shut and shoved the glass under the faucet, pouring himself a drink of water. Walking over to the table, he threw himself into a heavy chair and gripped the glass tightly.
His eyes burned.
His throat was tight.
God, he needed sleep.
But, he hadn't seen Roxas in over a week.
Vanitas was tired.
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