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over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

and that walkin' cheeseburger has a hell of a hook.

one advantage about this whole vampire thing? he doesn't feel anythin' that's not pointy enough to cut into him. doesn't mean he appreciates bein' assaulted by a little girl.

when his back collides with the wood, the sound reverberates inside his skull. dean winces, not yet used by the onslaught of the various sensations and noises that come with his enhanced senses. he holds his hands up in the air, his machete sliding off his palm. benefit of the doubt. and if she tries anythin', he'll sweep that baby off the ground faster than she can blink.

"easy, okay?" dean pushes himself off the wall slowly, keeps his hands in view. "you're pissed, i get it. you wanna try and kill me, be my guest. but i think you and i both know that that thing—" he curls all fingers except his index which he points at the exit their mutual prey took, "is the priority right now."

dean quirks a brow.

still, even through the rage, she can't help but catch it: that thing. as if he isn't one, too. as if he's some sort of comrade. as if he ain't all guts and gore and dirt, two sets of teeth and flashin' eyes, and he's nothing more than a soldier on the street, settlin' in right beside her. her eyes narrow.

... she releases her grip. "got one hell of a nerve to call me bloodthirsty." her hands flex, movin' towards where her machete's scattered — still keepin' both eyes on him as she moves — and plucks it back up to spin against her palm. "in case you're forgettin', that thing?" she tightens her fist around the weapon, stilling. "ain't so different from you."

MISSING IN ACTION: A DESCRIPTION OF LUCY'S APPEARANCE / IDENTIFYING FEATURES / WARDROBE.

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

he'd had enough of the rough hew of motel sheets strangling him up in their toss-turn tangle. so, here he is with his hips capped up against the brim of the impala, looking up at the velvet sprawl of a sky dappled here & there with violet grey swirls or clusters of twinkling lights. he'd tinkered under the car hood for a while, palms showing grease like newsprint vining the ley lines crosshatching a longer life than he'd ever deserve. now, he's busying his senses with a stringent, smoking sear one sip at a time.

& he's got company.

" couldn't sleep. " in the yellow flood from the fizzing overhead lamp, his silhouette rises a shoulder on the same arm offering @preveils the rotgut olive branch.

they'd gotten into it, heat still hazy around his temples & throat rough from the shouting. both in the midst of it & in the comedown, his bruised pride is still winning, boxing out any honest humility to mend the fences between them at every turn. worse, he hadn't seen it coming, & now his mulishness begs him to sink both his boot heels into the marshy ground even though he's already started shoving ahead as though nothing has happened at all.

the humidity chews at him like the cricket din sawing their legs in symphony with the chorale of revving motors in the distance. prickling sweat lacquers his neck behind his jacket's leather wedge & he uses his hand, now absent the flask, to worry away at it. maybe it's the muggy heat making him wilt toward recompense, tilted over with the steady, cherry blaze of her cigarette torching another shade in the night.

and, all the same: he sure wasn't right. see, the thing about lucy jane lee is that she ain't no novice — she's seen enough to make nightmares look like daydreams, daydreams look like heaven — but she ain't no pro, neither. daniel had taught her enough to keep her safe, but the world teaches her that safe ain't no easy thing to come by. she can cut through a million necks, salt 'n burn however many bodies, but there's always something in the dark she ain't prepared for. always something lurking she's never seen.

so, maybe it's the night terrors or the memories or somethin' cookin' in the deep of her stomach that feels like guilt, but either way, she's willing to set her pride aside. dean may not be her favorite person in the world, might not even come close to the word love, but he's a hunter. a damn good one, at that, and lucy might've spewed out some insults (you're lucky your head even fits through the damn door—) and spilled too much of her truth (i'm sick 'n tired of you treatin' me like i'm some idiot—) yet, still ... she's trying. in some way, he is, too.

"dean—" she cuts through the noise of it, her tone soft and wrinkled at the edges. their voices overlap, and she halts for a brief fraction of a second, before forgin' forward in that soft-sweet manner she's still learnin' how to shed. "i didn't mean to haul off on you like that." a frown, fingers twitching as she brings the cigarette up to her lips.

big surprise: it did. everything in the dark comes out of the shadows if you look close enough, and lucy's been lookin' damn near everywhere she can find. she's been to big towns 'n small towns, full cities or empty streets, following newspaper clippings like a dog catchin' a good scent, so of course she was gonna catch a few strays. one week, only a month ago now, she'd got tied up enough to gain a few scars right along the side of her torso. scratched her up bad enough to leave a mark. comes with the territory. comes with the job. ain't no big thing, and all she's gotta do is keep doing what she's doing— avoiding the mirror. covering her tracks. runnin' til she can't run, and then run some more, because if any thought about her daddy is a silver lining, it's that lucy may have never been a track star ... but she's got legs that'll go for miles.

dialogue prompts from the second season of max's the pitt.

why don't you take five? or ten?

i've watched the light go out of you.

i don't know how you do it. care for people day after day.

i'll get you another blanket.

how many cups have you had today?

fucking new guy.

i'm sorry. we didn't have time to find you.

what were you expecting, tacos and tequila?

sometimes it's worse knowing there's nothing you could do.

i push you 'cause i know you can take it.

you expecting a party?

don't worry. i won't leave your side.

let's go home and forget this day ever happened.

interesting ink. do they mean anything?

why do you keep coming back?

just because you know the system's broken doesn't mean you stop trying.

you have an interesting energy.

do you want to tell me what you did?

you're in a safe place now.

this can be a lot. you up for it?

let me know if you need to step out?

if you need a break or some air, let me know.

your face doesn't look good.

no breaks here. make sure you always bring a protein bar. something quick.

i have a second job i have to get to.

you know, you can call me just to say hi, sometimes.

you'll do what's right. you always do. i'm proud of you.

why am i just now hearing about this?

i'm trying to think positively, but feeling... less so.

i don't want you to live with my ghost.

this will not define you, okay?

this looks like some 'jurassic park' shit.

some families just have a hard time talking about mental health.

my therapist said i needed a hobby.

i think i'm a baby whisperer.

the sun doesn't always come out tomorrow, annie.

i just don't want to see ____ taken advantage of.

i was on my way to tell you.

it's a hot mess out there.

it was nice to meet you. you're very brave.

i'm glad you were here today.

i'd figure out how to get by. and i'd probably cry for two years straight.

we all need a community.

this isn't a discussion, it's a monologue, so shut up and listen.

we're keeping it casual, right?

how much to keep your mouth shut?

is anybody really 'free'?

i've been in pain all this time. i can't pretend anymore.

what the fuck were you thinking?

it's nice to hear meeting people in person still works.

a time machine would be nice, wouldn't it?

any advice? i've never died before.

just make sure you come back. and if it gets dark, you call me.

you're a very empathetic soul.

i feel like an asshole.

i think we have a very different idea of 'normal'.

i am the show. you're the warmup act.

i don't want to go, but it's not up to me.

we'll always be connected, no matter what. invisible string.

throw me in jail. i could use the vacation.

welcome back to the seventh circle of hell.

if i knew you were gonna make me wear a dress, i wouldn't have come at all.

what do you need to get some basic human empathy back?