The partner can either be deceased, broken up with the POV character, or just away on a trip somewhere.
Looking through old photos
^ and maybe kissing a photo of them
Re-reading old texts
Texting their number to ramble even though it's no longer in use
Cuddling with their clothes
Wearing their clothes
Asking a mutual friend how they're doing
Stalking their social media
Listening to songs they like
Spraying their perfume/cologne to pretend they're in the room
Visiting places they used to go to together
Hugging a pillow and pretending it's them
Trying to do something to distract from thoughts of them
Coming up with scenarios in which they're still there (and maybe dwelling on them too much)
Being unable to fall asleep because they miss them too much
Seeing them in their dreams
Buying them gifts for when they get back
Planning a surprise for them for when they get back
Or if they're broken up, working up the courage to get back together with them
Feeling like their whole life is out of whack because they're not around anymore
“So this is what you do? You find little broken dolls, fix them up only to break them again?”
Hey, stop scrolling and start writing. The book ain't gonna write itself.
Groping is just better when it's humiliating and disrespectful and hedonistic. Pushing you against a wall and covering your mouth while I grab at your chest. Forcefully spinning you around and bending you over so I can get a better grip on your ass. Pulling your hair to force your head back so I can wrap my hand around your neck. Slapping you across the face while I explore the inside of your thighs. Invading your personal space, stripping you of your dignity and autonomy, until you're my dumb, needy grope slut, begging me to use you.
Warnings: dehumanization, degradation
"You are completely useless," the Handler chided as the weapon prostrated themself at the Handler's feet. "Boss gave you one job and you can't even do that right. One simple job. You are a useless waste of space."
"Yes, Handler. Of course, Handler. A waste of space," the weapon repeated. They tried to make themself as small as possible. Tried to make the Handler see how sorry they were for failing. Tried to do anything to avoid punishment.
"As far as weapons go, you are the least useful. Weapons are lesser beings of course, but you," the Handler sneered, "you are the worst of them all. I have half a mind to throw you away."
"Please," the weapon begged, "don't throw me away. I will be better. I can be better. I promise. Please, Handler."
"Then prove yourself worthy," the Handler said coldly. "Finish what Boss ordered you to do and I won't throw you in the trash. You aren't a soldier. You aren't a human. You are a weapon. And you better make yourself useful. Useless weapons are to be discarded for better ones."
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do u ever just point at two characters and go “i want that one to get hurt and i want the other one to get really angsty about it”
His prostate is there for a reason. Peg him until he cries.
Chased while injured
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