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madhatterbri · 2 months

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Trust Me | Bayley

Summary: Bayley X reader when Bayley turn face is trying to get the trust of reader but reader's not budging until it turns to a love confession

Requested by: @emperorrose3000

@plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps

The audience cheered when they saw you on the jumbotron. You were walking down one of the countless hallways of the arena. Your face remained stoic, yet you were a wreck on the inside. Your heart and mind were at war with each other on a decision that could make or break your wrestling career. There was only one woman to blame.

During the week, Bayley messaged you constantly. She was looking for allies to help her take down Damage Ctrl once and for all. The role model wouldn't let up despite her nessages being left on read. Tonight was her last chance to get you on her side.

The camera panned out to include Bayley in the shot. The audience popped as soon as they saw her. The WWE Universe always had a thing for her, whether she was a face or heel. Her recent fave turn made people eat her up more.

The two of you had a brief moment where your eyes locked. Her dark brown eyes were filled with sadness. She had been through a lot since Royal Rumble. The feelings you thought were dead for her starter to come back to life. You silently cursed yourself for being such a hopeless romantic.

"Hey," Bayley greeted and looked around nervously. Her head was constantly on a swivel now. No one was on her side after all the damage she had done to the women's division. "Have you been getting my messages?"

"Yeah, reading and deleting them, why?" You asked, pretending to be unbothered. Deep down, you wanted to be involved in this fight. You wanted to go to war against Damage Ctrl after what they did to your friends. Your involvement could help you be close to Bayley again.

"Have you thought about it?" She asked and rubbed her hands on her legs nervously. Very rarely did you ever see her on edge like this. You almost folded at the sight of her. Now was the perfect time to deflect.

"Have I thought about helping the mean girl in the locker room that built this bully group and instructed them to terrorize my friends?" You asked with a fake laugh. "You deserve this, Bayley. All of it,"

Bayley licked her lips and looked down. She nodded and sighed before looking at you again. "I deserved that. I'm sorry for what I did to your friends. I know asking you to trust me sounds ridiculous, but I would never hurt you,"

"I'll think about it," you dismissed her.

"That's all I ask,"

She left you alone after that. You knew you were a marked woman now. Damage Ctrl wouldn't want any more enemies. You thought about her words. Your mind was screaming at you to let her go, but your heart wanted to help her. In the end, you listened to your heart. You knew where to find her.

Bayley looked up the moment you walked in the locker room. She had been mindlessly scrolling on her phone and didn't want to get sneak attacked. The veteran didn't trust anyone now. The cameras were all gone, and it was just the two of you. She had so much to say, but she wanted you to speak first.

You smiled briefly at her and sat down next to her. The room was thick with tension. Bayley stared at the ground before muttering to herself and looking at you. You looked in her eyes. They now showed a tiny bit of hope and something else you couldn't put your finger on.

"I've thought about it," you paused.

"And?" She asked quickly.

"I have some questions,"

"Ask away. If it gets you to side with me, I'll answer anything," she confided in you. You turned to face her, and she did the same.

"Why didn't you or anyone in Damage Ctrl ever attack me?" You asked. The ex Damage Ctrl member was taken back by your question. This was the last thing she thought would be brought up.

"I told them to never lay a hand on you," she answered honestly. Curiosity got the better of you. There was no reason you couldn't be seen as a threat. You had some great matches with some of the best in the business.

"Why? Is it because I'm not strong enough? You didn't see me as a threat?" You asked hurt.

"That's not it at all," she defended and raised her hands up.

"Then why?" You demanded.

"I like you, all right," she answered and stood up from the bench. Bayley paced and ran her fingers through her hair. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. Who confesses their feelings in a smelly locker room?

"Elaborate,"

"Here?"

"You want an ally?"

"I couldn't live with myself if they injured you, Y/N," she confessed. "I don't know how or when, but I fell so hard for you. I know you don't trust me, but please try to trust me when I tell you all this,"

You blushed, happy that you went with your heart. "I trust you, Bayley, and I felt the same way for a while now,"

Bayley seemed relieved and sat down next to you. She placed the top of her hand on your thigh. You smiled and laced your fingers in hers.

#fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #bayley #bayley fanfiction #wwe bayley #bayley wwe #bayley x reader #bayley x y/n #bayley x you

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fierymcmes · 1 year

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Once Upon A Time 1x12 "Skin Deep" Sentence Starters

(feel free to change the pronouns and wording how you see fit)

Sir, there's news from the battlefield.

Sir, there's news from the battlefield. [Name] has fallen.

If only he had come...

Ogres are not men.

We have to do something, we have to stop them.

They are... unstoppable.

He could be on his way right now.

It's too late, [name/term of endearment]. It's just... too late.

Well, that was a bit of a let down!

You sent me a message, something about, "Help! Help! We're dying. Can you save us?"

Yes, I can protect your little [place]... for a price.

What I want is something a bit more special.

I'm not looking for love!

I'm not looking for love! I'm looking for a caretaker... for my rather large estate.

As you wish.

I forbid it, [name]!

No one decides my fate but me!

It's forever, dearie.

You have my word.

Deal!

You cannot go with this… beast.

The deal is struck.

Oh, congratulations on your little war!

Well, this is just perfect.

Stop! You've gotta let me sell them!

I'm gonna leave you two to continue this conversation.

Oh, this is no way to do business, [name]!

That was quite a show back there.

[Name] is just having a bad day, happens to the best of us.

I've been meaning to talk to you about something…

The moment you have something I wanna discuss, we'll have that little chat.

Is there something eating you, dear? Something you need to get out in the open?

Is there something eating you, dear? Something you need to get out in the open? 'Cause it's gonna have to wait, please.

Oh, you got the book!

I can't wait to see how it ends.

(might be said by a NPC) I can push the tables together if you guys…

When people are supposed to be together, they find a way.

He misses you! A lot! Trust me, I'm with him, like, six hours a day!

Let's have a girls' night!

I'm not really in the party mood, but you guys can all go and have fun!

It appears I've been robbed.

Funny how that keeps happening to you.

I'm a difficult man to love.

Where are you taking me?

You can't just leave me in here!

That one was a quip. Not serious.

I've got it from here.

I have a feeling you don't wanna be behind bars.

A short time ago, we had a little disagreement over [topic].

Let's just say, bad things tend to happen to bad people.

It's almost spring, we should let some light in.

So, job well half-done, then.

Why did you want me here?

The place was filthy.

I think you were lonely.

If I'm never going to know another person in my whole life, can't I at least know you?

Perhaps... perhaps you just want to learn the monster's weaknesses!

You're not a monster.

You think you're uglier than you are.

What made you choose to come here with me?

You know, there aren't a lot of opportunities in this land for women to show what they can do. To see the world, to be heroes. So, when you arrived, that was my chance.

I always wanted to be brave. I figured, do the brave thing, and bravery would follow.

Do the brave thing, and bravery would follow.

To me love is… love is layered. Love is a mystery to be uncovered.

I expect I'll never see you again.

Pace yourself, [name].

This is my first night out since [event], I am making up for lost time.

Have fun moping!

Two Valentine's. Sounds like a complicated life.

Well, you are fortunate you have someone that loves you.

Love. It's like a delicate flame. And once it's gone, it's gone forever.

Now, you see, here's the thing… I don't normally let people get away.

Did my [vehicle] splash you?

You know, I'm tired of riding. Let me stretch my legs and walk with you for a spell.

You're running from someone. The question is, master or lover? Oh. Master and lover.

So, if I'm right, you love your employer, but you're leaving him.

I might love him. I mean, I could, except... something evil has taken root in him.

Sounds like a curse to me, and all curses can be broken.

I would never suggest a young woman to kiss a man who held her captive. What kind of message is that?

If he loves you, he would've let you go.

True love's kiss will break any curse.

Oh, you're back already.

Come on, you're happy that I'm back.

I'm not unhappy.

And, uh, you promised me a story.

And since [event] you've loved no one, and no one has loved you.

Why did you come back?

Kiss me again, it's working.

You think you can make me weak? You think you can defeat me!?

This was you! You turned her against me!

I knew this was a trick. I knew you could never care for me.

Is this you being the hero and killing the beast?

Why won't you believe me?!

No one could ever, ever love me!

Well, that is... fascinating. Truly fascinating.

I'm gonna let you breathe in a second, and you're gonna say two sentences. The first is gonna tell me where it is. The second is gonna tell me who told you to take it.

Now, you see, that is not a good first sentence.

You shut her out. You had her love, and you shut her out!

She's gone. She's gone forever. She's not coming back.

And it's your fault! Not mine!

Girls' night's really working out for you.

I mean, what's the point of being together if we're not together?

Loving someone you can't be with...it's a terrible, terrible burden.

Look, this was a bad idea. I should… I should go home.

*hands a Valentine card that says* "[Name], I woof you."

You got a funny definition of lucky.

You have a funny definition of justice.

You really don't wanna cooperate.

Look, we're done here.

Actually... No, we're not done. You're under arrest.

Go. I don't want you anymore.

You could have had happiness if you just believed that someone could want you. But you couldn't take the chance.

You're a coward, [name]. And no matter how thick you make your skin, that doesn't change.

My power... means more to me than you.

You've made your choice. And you're going to regret it. Forever.

You know, I still owe you that favor. Nice fatty pastrami. Delicious way to clear the books.

Well, I don't need a reminder that you owe me a favor. And when the day comes that I make my request, it'll be for more than half a sandwich.

You want me to leave you alone with a prisoner?

You really wanted that little chat, didn't you?

Now when two people want something the other has, a deal can always be struck.

I merely suggested that... strong men take what they need.

We used to know each other so well, [name]. Has it really come down to this?

So... now that we're being honest with each other, let's remember how things used to be, shall we?

I'm the one with the power around here.

Don't let these bars fool you, dear. I'm the one with the power around here. I'm gonna be out of here in no time, and nothing between us will change.

*after breaking into somewhere* Flimsy locks.

I'm not dealing today.

Are you angry with me? What is it this time?

You can keep trying, [name], but you're never gonna beat me.

Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy.

So she needs... a home?

Fine. I have other calls to make.

Hmm. The place is looking dusty, [name]. You should get a new girl.

#once upon a time #ouat #skin deep #ouat 1x12 #sentence starters #inbox meme #rp meme #askbox meme #it is the anniversary of this episode (and this show's most beautiful ship)#so I've decided to make some sentence starters for the occasion)

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kurogane-redfox · 26 days

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"I'm so glad I was unconscious for all of this."

The Emperors New Groove starters

"Makes me wish I was unconscious for all of it, too,"

The iron Dragon would shake his head, the guild... as usual, was embroiled in chaos. Who started what, and who threw who, remained to be seen. The raven-haired male was making no attempt to go down and join the mess that was going on downstairs, he had no reason nor want to do so. He'd stayed up on the top floor waiting for it to die down so he could grab himself a job or two so he could escape from the noise for a while.

"Once people stop bein' stupid I'll be snaggin' a job or two and headin' out. No reason for me to stick 'round when people are bein' idiots,"

In Fairy Tail, there were very few quiet days. There were even fewer quiet days whenever Natsu was in the building. He had nothing against the shorter Dragon, but there were times where he needed to get away from everything that was going on. Not because anyone had done anything to him, or anything like that, but because he needed to sort something out for himself. Laxus was one of the very few people who knew some things about the iron Dragon that few others were privy to. It had to do with the amount of trust the raven-haired male had for the lightning Dragon.

"Hopefully, shit don't hit the fan after I leave. Ya have my contact information if ya need somethin' just message me and I'll get back to ya when I can."

#raiiryuu #Verse. Fairy Tail

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spacexace-blog · 7 years

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task one ; development

there is no BEAUTY without some strangeness

general info

full name: baek jinho

nickname(s): jin, jinnie

gender & pronouns: cisfemale ; she/her

sexual & romantic orientation: heterosexual & romantic

age & dob: 23 ; 09/17/94

birthplace/hometown: seoul, south korea

parents/siblings: baek jungho ( father, 44 ) , go chaeyeong ( mother, 43 ) , baek jinyeong ( half-brother, 19 )

astrological sign: virgo

dominant hand: ambidextrous

handwriting style: very neat when she’s trying; if not, her writing almost has a lazy feel to it

language(s) known/spoken: korean, conversational english and japanese

religion: christianity

current living arrangements: lives in an apartment with @mierred‘s mijin

occupation/major: usher at local theater & her schooling is on hold until she makes up her mind about what she wants to do

appearances

picture reference: x, x, x, x, x, x

blood type: a

nationality: south korean

skin tone/color: fair

birthmarks & scars: a light brown birthmark just below her left shoulder blade

height: 5′7′’ or 170cm

build: slim & fit ; pear body shape

hair color: brunette

hair length: falls mid-back

eye color: chestnut brown

eye shape: upturned?? let’s say upturned for now

diet: tries to eat as healthy as possible under a budget -- lots of fruits and veggies, no fried meats, yogurt as her dessert unless!! it’s her cheat day. drinks a lot of water, teas on occasion, and coffee in the mornings

exercise & level of fitness: early morning runs & gym sessions twice a week -- three times if she has the chance. but it’s pretty basic stuff, just enough to stay in shape

how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? : really straight, proper posture bc her mom was big on making sure jinho looked and acted like a lady

typical style of dress: Jinho definitely dresses to impress, though more out of obligation than actual want most days. Her usual style is neat, trendy, and feminine – typically consisting of dresses, blouses, and heels of some sort – while her preferred style is much more laid back, consisting of a baggy shirt/sweater, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. since living on her own, she’s started to dress more casually like she prefers.

body modifications: aside from having her ears pierced, none

body language and mannerisms

how does your muse walk?

back straight, eyes focused either on the ground in front of her or off in the distance; her steps are usually unhurried unless she's short on time. even when she knows where she’s going, jinho tends to look as if she’s aimlessly wandering.

how does your muse talk?

a soft tone is most common at a medium pace, though when she’s excited or heated, her speech becomes sharper, clearer, and faster. unless she knows for a fact that she’s older than you or you two are good friends, she’ll always use polite speech.

what accent/dialect does your muse talk with?

as jinho has lived in seoul her entire life, she speaks with a seoul accent/dialect ( also known as the gyeonggi dialect ) .

how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? are they loud or quiet?

i’d consider jinho’s voice to be medium high maybe? it’s not the highest voice you’ve heard, but not the lowest by far. she usually speaks loud enough to be heard but sometimes falls back into the old habit of speaking too quietly for most to hear.

what is their laugh like?

louder than you’d expect!! a lot of the time she does the whole silent, breathy laughter thing, but if you really get her going, her laugh is loud and high-pitched.

how does your muse typically smell?

sweet!! sometimes like dessert or sometimes a sweet, floral smell -- it usually depends on the time of year and her mood. sweet, dessert scents are usually reserved for the colder seasons while floral scents are used during the warmer months. and if she’s not wearing perfume, then she likely smells like her clothes detergent. or popcorn if you catch her after work.

what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating?

jinho doesn’t think she comes off intimidating, but she does end up appearing standoffish to those who aren’t familiar with her from time to time; she’s often in her own world and comfortable in silence, so those who don’t know her mistake that for a reluctance to socialize or disinterest. while there’s definitely a reluctance because of her introverted tendencies, she is interested!! jinho loves meeting new people tbh. as for the air she carries -- i’d imagine she just kinda?? blends in the background most of the time. like she just sort of has this presence that feels like it’s always been there and always will be, and if you’re not paying attention, you won’t notice it’s even gone.

psychology

what makes your muse happiest?

spending time with jinyeong, making him smile and knowing that he’s safe and happy. the same goes for her friends. being surrounded by pretty scenery and having the opportunity to capture it by hand. watching others admire and get lost in a piece of art, be it her own or another’s. baby animals -- kittens, puppies, newborn seahorses -- and animals in general. finally finishing something that she’s worked her hardest to accomplish.

what upsets them the most?

her parents’ inconsiderate and irresponsible choices. finding out she’s been lied to. disappointing someone. seeing jinyeong or anyone close to her upset. people making assumptions and passing judgments on her when they don’t know the whole story.

does your muse have any quirks?

frowns when deep in thought, clicks her pen repeatedly when thinking or reading through material, won’t step foot in a place that’s considered haunted ( she’s very somewhat superstitious ) , purposely gets lost just to see where one path leads, always ruffles jinyeong’s hair at least once when she sees him, wrings her hands and bounces her leg when nervous

what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them?

baking!! and maybe cooking in general now that she’s the one providing her meals. she’d consider photography a hobby as well, and while she has plenty of opportunities to practice her cooking abilities, she doesn’t always have enough free time to take photos like she wants since she doesn’t often have her camera on her. so!! she usually picks a day here or there to go out and snap photos.

do they have any guilty pleasures?

probably anime and manga bc her mother kind of stuck her nose up at that stuff and made jinho feel like it wasn’t exactly okay to indulge.

is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither?

originally i figured jinho was an introvert, but recently i’ve felt that she leans more in the middle -- she’s an ambivert!

do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence?

she probably has average self-esteem and confidence most of the time, but it drops whenever she starts thinking about her weight. jinho was a chubby child as well as shy, so she had to deal with some teasing and bullying when she was younger; it didn’t really help that her mother was more concerned with making sure jinho slimmed down rather than making sure her daughter felt good about her own body. that being said, she’s very confident in her character and her work -- being 100% confident and satisfied with her appearance just isn’t gonna happen at the moment.

are they easily stressed? how do they respond to stress?

jinho is a big ol’ worry wart, so she probably gets stressed out easily. when she’s feeling stressed out, she usually just needs to be alone and do her own thing or be around someone she finds comfort in being around -- like jinyeong and close friends. but if the situation doesn’t allow either of those things, jinho is going to bear and grin it and try really hard not to get snappy.

what is your muses worst fear?

dying alone : ) no but really, she might just be a tad afraid that she’ll always get in the way of herself falling in love. also!! dying before she’s really LIVED.

what is your muses biggest dream?

publishing her own manhwa!!

is your muse an early riser? a night owl?

both bc sleep is for the weak actually jinho is both bc she’s recently had a lot of trouble going to sleep for extended periods of time

how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it?

pretty intelligent but she doesn’t really think about it. she views herself as a hard worker and credits that for her academic accomplishments.

what is their sense of humour like?

she’s got a good sense of humor -- you can thank her uncle jinho for that. you wouldn’t expect it from her, but jinho’s secretly a pun-loving meme of a girl. witty humor!! is probably her favorite tho

relationship tendencies

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic?

this bean is heterosexual and hetero-romantic

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships?

nope!!

what is their experience with relationships?

she’s dated a few guys, but jinho usually ends things the moment she feels things aren’t going to work out, or if she believes she feels more strongly for her boyfriend than he does for her. so she definitely has some experience with the social and emotional aspect of dating; however, she’s pretty inexperienced when it comes to physical intimacy bc like i mentioned here, it scares her a little.

how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever?

the friends with benefits deal seems like a horrible idea to her bc she really can’t see how friends can expect to have that sort of arrangement and expect?? to not?? catch feelings??? and then one or both parties end up hurt and she’s just not down for that :// she’s never had one and never will.

sex, is it important to your muse?

jinho definitely views sex as a huge milestone, but it isn’t something that’s going to be a deal breaker for her. like if her bf says, “ actually i wanna wait till marriage, ” jinho will be perfectly okay with that and can actually appreciate the choice bc for her, sex is an act of love and commitment. that being said, she’s going to be a big bundle of nerves the first time she does it because it is such a big deal in her eyes, so it’d help if her loved one understands that and realizes the significance of jinho’s choice to do it with him.

overall, tho, jinho is more about the emotional connection in a relationship than the physical, so while she’ll enjoy having sex with her guy, it won’t be a huge deal if they don’t do it often. she’s more likely to go with the flow and adapt to her partner’s libido than to really act on her own.

what are their biggest turn on and turn offs?

big strong hands!!! especially if they’re grabbing and holding her!! praise and compliments bc she’s a self-conscious babe who needs reassurance (๑♡3♡๑) possessiveness but mostly during the act, i think? and in general she likes it when the guy is dominant, but!! she also lives to please, so once jinho gets the hang of things, it’ll be enough just knowing she’s the one turning her bf into a mess ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) as for turn offs, she’s probably going to dislike it if her bf gets a lil too rough, but she doesn’t always need to be treated like porcelain, either. i think she’ll be kinda?? open to trying new things if her partner wants to, but the important thing is not SPRINGING it on her in the moment. bring it up beforehand so jinho has time to mentally prepare herself ( and research bc she’s definitely going to do that ) . she wants to make her bf happy, but she also needs to feel comfortable.

does your muse find it easy to make friends?

yes and no -- it’s easy for her to befriend someone and get on friendly terms, but it can be a bit hard for jinho to initiate things on her own. it’s easier to make friends if she already has a mutual friend beside her in the process.

how important is friendship to them?

super!! important!! friends are the family members you choose -- jinho’s a strong believer in that.

quantity or quality of friends?

quality for sure bc there was a time that she had quantity over quality and she hated it sm

how important is family?

super freaking important. that’s what she was raised to believe and why she can’t bring herself to hurt her parents and tell the whole truth despite feeling hurt and betrayed by them. but like... she’d fight someone for jinyeong. she’d take a bullet for jinyeong. she’d die for jinyeong. don’t touch her baby brother ໒( ◉ ◡ ◉ )७

are they close to their family? why or why not ?

she’s super close with jinyeong, but her parents have royally screwed up their relationship, so they’re not even on speaking terms rn. my original intro post pretty much gives the short and sweet version of what’s happened.

headcanons

weak for gong yoo ever since goblin

he’s replaced lee jong suk as her homescreen wallpaper ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

probably really loves!! bittersweet endings ( happy endings are still the best tho )

90% of her jeans have stains on them from her paints and markers

i think?? she’s developed insomnia since moving away from her parents, but she honestly had some trouble going to sleep even before that

the bright side is you can text her at any hour of the day and she’ll probably be awake to answer : )

you can probably find jinho at conventions selling her artwork

she doesn’t like being touched without her permission!! but if u have permission she’s ready for full on cuddle mode okay

would love to learn how to dance!! but that is a secret desire that she may never act on

jinho is not only guilty of pronouncing meme as “meemee” but also guilty of pronouncing pepe as “peepee” at one point in her life

she loves mysteries!! and thrillers!! and horror in general if it has a nice backstory/plot!!

secretly a sass master okay don’t leave yourself open for assault

#seoultask #this took so long oh mAN #but it's done!! finally!!#alrighty so!! i need to take a shower and get ready for work tomorrow #also let the dogs use the bathroom #but once all that's done i'll be back to message people and get some starters and replies out!!#YOU HAVE COME FAR LITTLE QUEEN ; DIRT NO LONGER COATS YOUR FINGERTIPS ; NOW YOU DIP YOUR HANDS IN LIQUID COLOR | HEADCANONS

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thedevilsruby · 3 years

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Pre-established Arlo x reader where Reader never joined any of the teams and have to frequently turn down invitations from the main three, who don't seem to wrap their heads around the fact that they don't wanna join? The trainers pick up their leaders' mood and begin pestering them as well. The only ones to never do it? Team Go Rocket. And when there's another meeting, the very annoyed reader goes like "You know what, screw you. You want me to join a team? Fine, I'll join team Go Rocket."

You rolled your eyes as you saw another envelope bearing the symbols of Teams Valor, Mystic and Instinct. It was another invitation to join one of them.

When would they get the message that you simply didn’t care to join one? Wasn’t going on a journey to learn and catch new Pokemon enough for them?

You went to the meeting with trainers and even the three Leaders. Sometimes even Professor Willow would be there. But you just didn’t feel the joy most trainers talked about.

This was the fifth letter this month. You rolled your eyes and let your little Charmander burn it for fun. Ugh.

But you were about to find it wasn’t going to just stop at letters. Soon, all your friends who were on the Teams were telling you to just pick one and join them. They would say how fun and epic it was to be part of a team, how fulfilling it was.

You would just roll you eyes, say “no thanks” and walk away before they could say anything else.

But you noticed a difference in their villainous rival team, Team Rocket.

All three Leaders, Sierra, Cliff and Arlo, knew how to take no for an answer.

You would battle them, beat them (or lose, but you didn’t go down without a fight), then they would say how impressive your skills are and you should join them. You said no, you weren’t interested in a team

Sierra would shrug and say “At least think about it, dear.” before walking away. Cliff would say “If that’s what you want.” in the gentlest of tones and hurry away to whatever task his Boss bestowed.

But Arlo gave you different vibe.

Arlo would tell you “If you ever join, you could be great. Even I have that much respect for you.” Then disappear without a trace.

It gave you Butterfree in your stomach.

But you brushed it aside, deciding it wasn’t important.

But one day, you snapped.

You got another letter, specifically requesting you to go to a meeting with the three Leaders.

“fine.” You muttered, wanting to get it over with. You once again fed it to your Charmander and headed out to VMI HQ, which was painted red, blue and yellow.

You entered and saw the three Leaders chatting in the main room, Candela must have joked because Spark was laughing cheerily and Blanche simply rolled their eyes and shook their head.

“Hello.” You said simply.

All three heads whirled around to see you. “Y/n!” Spark and Candela said happily, Blanche seemed surprised to see you.

“Come on, we’ll go to meeting room two so we can talk.” Candela said, patting your shoulder as she walked by. You rolled your eyes inwardly and followed the trio to a rather small room with a round table and chairs, a small table set aside for refreshments whenever they had guests.

“Please sit.” Blanche said, sitting at their usual spot between Candela and Spark. You took the seat farthest from them, raising an eyebrow. “Is there a point as to why I’m here?” You asked.

“Y/n, you’ve been ignoring our requests to join one of us for a month now.” Spark said, with a sigh. “You have so much potential, Y/n. Tell us why you won’t.”

“Simple: I don’t want to.” You said with an edge to your voice.

Candela rubbed her face, trying not to groan. “Y/n, you have such passion and fire in you. You’re brave and make sure things get done. You’d be perfect for Valor.” She said, almost pleadingly.

“No,” You snarled.

“Y/n, I’ve seen your work and you obviously know what you’re doing. You think things through and never lose yourself in battle. You know that. Team Mystic could be your calling.” Blanche offered.

“No thanks.” You said disinterestedly.

“Y/n, work with me here. You’re so happy all the time and you love your Pokemon, I see the joy on your face when one of your eggs hatches. That’s what Instinct’s all about so join me and we’ll make the world a better place!” Spark said in his usual enthusiastic tone, grinning and doing a thumbs up.

“Look!” You finally snapped. “I don’t want to join a team, ok!? I don’t see the point! Some trainers just work better on their own!” You groaned, rubbing your face.

“But Y/n-” Blanche tried to intervene, but you held your hand up, finally having enough of this Taurus-shit.

“You want me to join a team?! FINE!” You yelled, making all three Leaders jump at the ferocity in your voice. “I’m joining Team Rocket!”

“Team what?!” Candela yelled, standing up. “I absolutely forbid you to-”

“No, they know how to take no for an answer! They don’t spam me with letters every week! They understand me!” You said, looking Candela in the eye. “So I bid the three of you good. day!”

You stormed out, never looking back to see the three faces as they tried to process what just happened.

One week later...

You fidgeted with your skirt, tongue sticking out a bit.

“Do Grunts really have to wear them this short?” You whined, making Arlo chuckle.

“Y/n, relax.” He said, shaking his head. “This is just your first day, you’ll do great.” He said.

You smiled nervously. In a few minutes, you would be able to choose your Shadow starter. You hoped for an Ekans. Or a Scyther like Arlo.

“She ready?” Cliff asked, entering the room, Sierra clinging tightly to his arm. You pieced it together they were an item when you entered the building and saw them nuzzling on the couch.

You wondered if you and Arlo could be like that one day.

“Almost. She’s adjusting to the outfit.” He said with an amused smirk. You rolled your eyes, you would have to get used to his teasing.

“I do not miss those skirts.” Sierra said with a groan. “I’m so happy Boss let me change my uniform when I became a Leader.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in one.” Cliff teased, Sierra smacked his arm lightly and blushed.

You smiled. So this is what it was like being part of a team that cared.

“I could get used to this.” You thought.

@whatsupwithjinx it’s finally done! This was an interesting turn on how people view VMI so I had quite the experience writing it!

#pokemon #pokemon go #team valor #team mystic #team instinct #leader candela #leader blanche #leader spark #leader arlo #leader cliff #leader sierra #valor mystic instinct #team rocket

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stingslikeabee · 3 years

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''even if it's in the middle of the night, i'll be there. so don't hesitate. just call me.'' [ from Strife O_O ]

characters reassuring each other starters . accepting

It was another sleepless night – even for Wall Market standards. Melissa knew that the dark circles under her eyes were getting bigger each morning, but nothing short of pills worked to knock her unconscious. The madame had gone through her fair share of traumatic events in the past, but even so, nothing really prepared her for the platefall.

It had been at least a couple of weeks since the fatal incident – and a few of her suites were still housing injured people rather than happy guests relaxing with her employees. Every honeygirl with any degree of medical training turned into a nurse, herself included – and they had done the best to provide some sort of emergency care for the common people of the Sector 7 slums who had managed to get away.

Terrorism had been a far-fetched notion in the news, overshadowed by the Wutai war – but it was now the only thing everyone talked about, their routines so fundamentally changed by the fear of the unknown. If they had exploded reactors and dropped a plate, what else could happen? And yet, despite the million questions running through her head, she knew she needed to put on a show. Now, more than never, people looked up to her – for hope, guidance, protection. She could not falter.

She could not fail.

Melissa had been sitting on her window still with cellphone in hand, her body protected against the night chill by one of her flowery satin robes – and yet, all these luxury items seemed futile and useless in the face of the giant missing plate structure she could see from her room, as well as the lives lost. The madame had employees, friends, suppliers, customers among the casualties – she survived, but her heart was in pieces.

Her hands played with the phone then, unlocking the screen and getting into her message app. The index hovered over some contacts, finding Strife’s one and opening their message history – only to see him pinpointed as ‘online’. Somehow, that didn’t strike Melissa as being odd – Turks probably had the lousiest sleeping schedule after the Honey Bee Inn girls.

‘Hi there – can’t sleep either?’

It only took a few seconds before a reply came through from Strife:

‘Actually, I’m at the office. Were you never introduced to the perks of a job with the Turks? The work/life balance is highly prioritized.’

That made Melissa chuckle – possibly because she had imagined these words delivered by Strife with his usually stoic face that accompanied his sharp sense of humor. For some reason, it got her every time – despite being a seasoned entertainer, used to dealing with all sorts of customers, but her relationship with Strife had always been… Something else.

`Good to know this means you have time to grab dinner with a friend, then. Or perhaps breakfast, given the time…’

‘Well, I suppose even Tseng eats… Sometimes. He shouldn’t oppose if we did the same.’

That once more made her smile while looking at the screen – but before she could type a response, Strife beat her to it with a follow-up one:

‘But what happened? Why are you awake this late?’

Melissa paused – she knew the Turks had enough on their plate chasing AVALANCHE and other leads regarding platefall; she was close enough to the department to know how much they accomplished in the shadows, even if they never made the headlines. It wasn’t as if she was blind to the less than orthodox tasks they had, either – but personally, the Turks had always been good friends. Protectors.

She trusted them – and Strife in particular.

‘Nightmares. I know this sounds childish, but… I’ve got almost no shut-eye since platefall. I just… Can’t. The screams, the injured people we’re treating, the friends I’ve lost… It all comes back. But I can’t let others see it – everyone’s panicking already. They don’t need more.’

This time, it was a while before the Turk replied – and Melissa let out a heavy sigh, wondering if she had crossed a line there. That had been… Personal. And while their bond could no longer be called strictly professional, she wasn’t sure he was prepared (or willing) to deal with her breaking down on him. That had been enough to have the madame picking up the phone again, ready to delete the text – but then his reply came.

‘You know you’re not alone, right? Even if it's in the middle of the night, I'll be there. So don't hesitate. Just call me.’

His words were surprising – it was her turn to pause and just wonder at the text, re-reading the message as if trying to confirm she hadn’t dreamed it up. Maybe because it had all been a text rather than a face to face conversation, Strife felt it was okay to get personal – but she had never expected such… Support. Maybe he just felt like being honest as she had been for once – no hidden innuendos or allusions. Just… Sincerity.

‘So… Does the breakfast invitation work? I could use some company.’

A few seconds later, she was smirking at his reply – from genuine concern to classic Strife humor so fast that left her dizzy, but it was a welcome change of pace. A distraction. A blinking light in the middle of what appeared to be insurmountable darkness some nights.

‘Of course – as long as you’re paying. Haven’t you heard? Company cafeteria sucks, I’d rather have actual breakfast elsewhere. Where do I pick you up?’

#Cloud #cavusvitae #characters reassuring each other #replied #so this made me emotional #because of course she doesn't know it's an inside job #and believes the news until told otherwise #so there you go~#the irony of seeking the company of a Turk after platefall :D

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gerardwritestuff · 3 years

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May 7th 2018

I wonder what happened that day.

I wrote something in phases.

If you want a written entry on what happened I'll tell you.

But only you, I don't think I can trust anybody with this. Plus, no one wants to help me with it concerning my best interests so there's not much done with it.

Well for starters, you want the truth. Right?

You want the absolute truth but how am I warranted to give it to you? What can you do for me that's not euthanasia or some fucked up solution to helping me? What's your grand scheme that's supposedly shrouded in mystery that you can't tell me?

I don't know where to start.

"I think they can help. No, they can't."

It's a cycle.

This carousel of indecision had me so tied up in my own skin, I couldn't trust a soul. I felt like I was bound to perish and not a single person would help my cause.

You think you can help, but then you're faced with something much bigger than yourself and that's when you'll coward out because no one will ever want to take the stand for someone else.

Because that's love.

And no one's big enough to accept that. We shroud ourselves on the façade of help and care but people only care enough for you to stop being their problem after a while.

Pain is a real motivator; and I mean real, unfiltered, physical, raw pain. And the human body loves routine. So when you make pain a part of your routine your brain gives you an outlet.

And that's exactly what happened.

I lost my goddamn mind, at least I think I did. People love telling you things to shield you. No one wants to tell you the truth. It hurts. I thought I was doing the right thing all this time by telling people what they wanted to hear, but the truth is I only played the role of being this useless pawn in the game of life I've been living.

Now read between the lines.

Oh yeah, I remember, end of my second year of college.

Things were going all right, to say the least, I'd been having a blast and I'd thought I'd been doing alright but then I went to that damn counselor.

He gave me an alternative to religion. Told me that I could pour my heart and soul into this idea that everything around me was a message from God. That God was talking to me through the things around me. What the fuck.

My life changed completely.

People say schizophrenia isn't something that one could call an observable science. You can't make sense of it. Hell, it's been 2000 years and we still haven't made anything of it. Not like we're close to cracking the code to the human genome or anything of the sort.

I don't know what to tell you. I felt scared at the start. It was like the world was a chasm of wrath and evil and that everything around me screamed for an escape. But really, who was to blame? You can't expect one to live their lives normally after the truth comes out.

That's insanity. Isn't it?

There'd been a couple of things to contribute to this episode. I'd become shrouded in the fact that whatever I'd witnessed till now had been an amalgamation of my memories and that my perception wasn't driven by inference but by incredulity. The more I got lost in my thoughts, the farther away my sense of discernment drove me. Until then, I'd only ever seen life through the eyes of a fawn, and in this forest, there hadn't been a lot going on. Well, at least for me, that is.

I looked on with disbelief as everyone around me playing this game of pretense would never read between the lines. I fell to the ground thinking of how much I'd lived through basking in a bath of whim and false security. It suffocated me, pushing hard against my back as I sank face-first into the dirt. Nothing was ever the same, because nothing was ever as it seemed.

We try so hard to forget. It helps us, comforts us. We do it every day, as we see the crippled on the street and pay a deaf ear, to be guiltless about how destitute they seem; it makes us feel powerful, to know that if we never remember the pain we once went through, we'd be okay. We hope we will someday.

But that's not the point I'm ever going to try to make. I'm here to tell you that what happened to me, wasn't an option neither an accident. I'm certain things turned out the way they did because nothing would have given me a way out until I reached that point of utter desperation.

What if they can hear my thoughts?

What if they know exactly how much of a monster I really am?

Once I'd entertained that thought in my head, it fed on my psyche like a virus. I let it get a hold of me and very soon I wasn't acting like myself anymore. I didn't know what to do except paint a picture, a picture that made it seem like I knew what I was doing. Like I knew what I was talking about and had me acting like I knew what I was messing with.

Commence a feeling of awe and daring carefree. Something in me had cracked like a glass rod and my sense of self-preservation hadn’t left. It was more toward being swept under the carpet or shoved in the back of a car.

I was playing spectator now because someone else was at the wheel.

And God did it scare me. It made me a complete fanatic. Buzzing my hair and preaching about shit I had no clue about?! I was way in over my head, acting like a prophet no less, and even after I'd gotten over it, it never really left. I needed the world to know that I was losing it, and that it made me special, and that it drove me to believe things. Things that were driven by my convictions and not my real feelings. I drove my family and friends away, made them afraid of who I’d become, and now, I couldn’t be more sorry for acting so numb.

I really needed a change, I didn’t want this to be a one-off thing. I couldn’t believe anyone. When they told me that they were thinking up a solution that was the best for me, I saw it as a ruse. In my head, they were just pretending to care because they were scared that I’d keep acting crazy and wouldn’t let up until my head had cleared.

But there was some good out of it, I guess. I’m not really sure. I can never really tell with all the castles in the air. But I’m glad this shit has blown over, and I’m better now. I hope I never go back to that holier-than-thou shit. I had a few demons that I’ve fought with. Those monsters are in the past now, they’ll turn up more often than not. But that won’t keep me in a whirl, I won’t let them. The future’s in my hands, the past is how I’ll forget them.

Then and only then will I realize,

That the real monsters never existed under my bed, they never did.

The real monsters exist right inside my feeble mind.

Black and white, followed by a question at the end of the reel.

But they never stop.

Days bleed into each other and the one thing you’re left with is the only place you started from.

To draw a line between determination and desperation.

To be able to feel like you needed something else from the mind-numbing regret that just enveloped you and continues to coalesce your being.

Make it stop.

Please, just make it stop.

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