''i can't feel my feet! but then again.. i can never feel my feet''

They Can’t Take That Away From Me (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: Hi there can you please make a fluffy Steve x Reader based on the song “They Cant Take That Away From Me” by Jose James❤️❤️

“Woo!  Get in there, Cap!”

Steve turned and shot a mischievous yet warning glance over his shoulder to Sam, who was sitting with an equally inebriated Clint on one side and a sober yet eager to make trouble Bucky at his other.  The three men only continued to cheer their friend on, warning or none, but no matter how eager they were for him to claim his moment, none of them could compare to the look of unabashed excitement in Tony’s eyes as he held out your hand to Steve. He had been trying to set the two of you up since your first day working for him at Stark Industries, and he wouldn’t believe that his intuition was wrong.  It took moving your work to the Avengers tower and then reassigning you as Steve’s assistant to get his plan into action, and now that he was seeing his genius idea reach its pinnacle, of course all because of him, he was almost as proud as if he were your own father.

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Friday the 13th: ohmlirious
  • Notification:
  • Ohm picks up Walkie talkie.
  • Notification:
  • Delirious picks up Walkie talkie.
  • Delirious: ohm? someone’s following me
  • Delirious: i can hear the fucker
  • Ohm: where r u?
  • Delirious: walking through the woods.
  • Ohm: alone at night??
  • Delirious: it was a shortcut to the lodge!
  • Ohm: but why'd you-
  • Delirious: shit, I heard it again!!
  • Delirious: it’s fuckin' creepy!
  • Ohm: what does it sound like?
  • Delirious: um... It's like leaves crunching beneath heavy feet.
  • Ohm: it's probably just a cat.
  • Delirious: cat’s don’t have heavy feet ohm!
  • Ohm: delirious, relax..your outside. it’s windy. there are noises.
  • Delirious: yeah i guess..
  • Ohm: so..why’d u leave so early? thought you were staying the night?
  • Delirious: i changed my mind
  • Ohm: well..u left you cabin keys here.
  • Delirious: shit.
  • Delirious: alright, I'm coming back for them. What camp you at again? higgins haven?
  • Delirious: i’ll be there in 10 minutes.
  • Ohm: are you sure u don’t wanna stay this time?
  • Delirious: yes. i’m sure.
  • Ohm: is there something wrong? I feel like I'm missing something?
  • Delirious: ...i saw his pic on ur phone.
  • Ohm: whose pic?
  • Delirious: that Angel looking son of a bitch from saltwater camp...i saw him sitting in your fucking lap too.
  • Ohm: wait you mean Bryce?
  • Delirious: i always knew you had a blonde hair fetish.
  • Ohm: we’re just friends..
  • Delirious: HE WAS IN YOUR LAP.
  • Ohm: shh delirious.
  • Delirious: sitting there with your fucking arm's around him.
  • Delirious: are you serious ohm?
  • Ohm: delirious please
  • Delirious: i know. i’m not supposed to care.
  • Ohm: that’s not what i was going to say
  • Ohm: u were the one who didn’t want anything serious.
  • Delirious: look ohm, we need to
  • Delirious: FUCK
  • Delirious: the crunching sounds closer now.
  • Delirious: the footsteps are…
  • Delirious: oh shit, he's walking faster.
  • Delirious: why won't this bitch quit stalking me!!
  • Ohm: are you near a car?
  • Delirious: No! I'm on the other side of the fucking map!
  • Delirious: shitshitshitshit
  • Delirious: i heard a cough ohm!
  • Delirious: there's someone near me.
  • Ohm: hide behind a tree?
  • Delirious: no! I need to get to a house ohm, God.
  • Ohm: just hurry up!
  • Delirious: theirs definitely footsteps. following me.
  • Ohm: do you see anyone behind you?
  • Delirious: I can't see far. It's too dark.
  • Ohm: just use your flash light!!
  • Delirious: oh right hang on.
  • Delirious: Fuckfuckfuck OHM!
  • Delirious: HE'S WEARING A MASK!
  • Ohm: delirious, just stay calm.
  • Ohm: maybe it's just a prank?
  • Delirious: he's got an axe!
  • Ohm: ..walk faster
  • Delirious: i’m running!
  • Ohm: are you losing him?!
  • Delirious: NO!
  • Delirious: he's running his ass off too!!
  • Ohm: that's it i'm calling police.
  • Ohm: where are you exactly?
  • Ohm: delirious?
  • Ohm: HELLO????
  • Ohm: fuck, this is all my fault
  • Ohm: i should have never let you leave the cabin.
  • Ohm: i should have told you that...
  • Delirious: ohm?
  • Ohm: oh thank god!
  • Ohm: I called the cops and they said there on there way.
  • Ohm: where are you?
  • Delirious: i’m at camp evergreen.
  • Delirious: I tripped while running.
  • Delirious: I think I fell down a slope and hit my head.
  • Ohm: did you lose the guy?
  • Delirious: no, that mother fucker's still here somewhere.
  • Delirious: i can hear him breathing. That son of a bitch.
  • Ohm: GET OUT OF THERE NOW!!!
  • Delirious: I can't.
  • Ohm: WHY?
  • Delirious: I think i broke my leg.
  • Delirious: he's looking for me ohm.
  • Ohm: don't worry i'm coming over to get you.
  • Ohm: tell me exactly where you are.
  • Delirious: um.. I dunno? near some big tree? I can see the tents from here if that helps.
  • Ohm: stay put. i'll be there soon
  • Delirious: i feel really faint.
  • Ohm: hang in there delirious. Just keep talking to me.
  • Delirious: ohm. he's getting closer.
  • Delirious: i hear him.
  • Delirious: his voice…
  • Delirious: he's talking to me.
  • Ohm: I can't hear him? what's he saying?
  • Delirious: he's calling my name.
  • Delirious: saying that i've got this all wrong.
  • Delirious: he just keeps repeating it. over and over.
  • Delirious: ohm what does he mean?
  • Delirious: his voice sounds weird...
  • Delirious: like a tractor.
  • Ohm: are you feeling alright delirious?
  • Delirious: no. my head feels funny.
  • Delirious: I'm feeling sleepy
  • Ohm: just keep talking to me. Well make it through this I promise!
  • Ohm: what kind of tree do you see?
  • Delirious: what?
  • Ohm: that tree you said was near you.
  • Ohm: what does it look like?
  • Delirious: ah...it's a big red tree.
  • Delirious: ohm. i'm scared.
  • Delirious: he's here.
  • Ohm: i'm almost there delirious!
  • Ohm: I've found the tents.
  • Delirious: i can see his feet
  • Ohm: hold on, i'm running to you!!!
  • Delirious: this is it ohm.
  • Delirious: he's found me.
  • Delirious: it's over.
  • Ohm: no wait! Delirious! i see the tree!
  • Ohm: i'm here!!!
  • Ohm: your jackets on the ground.
  • Ohm: oh god there's blood.
  • Ohm: where are you???
  • Ohm: fuck!!
  • Ohm: what have i done?
  • Ohm: i didn't mean it delirious.
  • Ohm: that morning with Bryce.
  • Ohm: it wasn't real.
  • Ohm: i asked him to come over so you'd get jealous.
  • Ohm: the lap thing was his idea.
  • Ohm: i wanted you to care.
  • Ohm: i wanted you to want something more serious.
  • Ohm: delirious are you there??
  • Ohm: why is there so much blood everywhere?
  • Ohm: DELIRIOUS???
  • *Delirious*: never knew you felt that way...
  • Ohm: your alive!!
  • Ohm: you sound odd..
  • Ohm: are you okay?
  • Ohm: where are you?
  • *Delirious*: back at higgins haven...
  • Ohm: what happened?
  • *Delirious*: come over, and i’ll tell you...
  • Ohm: alright I'm walking over now
  • *Delirious*: hurry...
  • Ohm: okay, i’m at the front door!
  • Ohm: but all the lights are off.
  • Ohm: the door is locked..
  • Ohm: can you let me in?
  • *Delirious*: i’m coming...
  • Ohm: great! I'm so excited to hold you in my arms.
  • Ohm: wait
  • Ohm: i still have your keys
  • Ohm: but then how did you
  • Ohm: shit!
  • Walkie offline
  • Police Report: Two bodies were found at camp crystal lake.
  • Two males, Both deceased.
  • Light skinned male, black hair, age 29.
  • Tanned skinned male, brown hair, age 33.
  • Suspected cause of death: strangled.
  • Suspected killer: A young blonde male.

anonymous asked:

gwahhh i love your scenarios so much they're amazing !! could you do a scenario with kuroo, tsukki and iwai where their fem s/o is an insomniac? and whenever she can't sleep she does her own hobbies like baking or drawing or she just takes a walk outside etc and one night they stay over at the boys houses and they wake up to see her doing her own thing and try to coax her to go back to bed?

It slipped my mind while writing that they were only supposed to be visiting- I hope you don’t too much that they ended up living together, I’m sorry! Anyhow, this was an incredibly heartwarming prompt to write for, and I hope that you enjoy it, and thank you for your patience. :)


At age twenty five, Kuroo is a far cry from just five, which was when he last believed in monsters underneath his bed. Or perhaps they’re still there, but he’s become far too old and too boring for them to find entertaining anymore, and they’ve moved on to people who sleep more, who have fewer nightmares, who can sleep fine alone.

He hears the noise from downstairs first. It’s a soft clang, but it’s enough to pull him out of half-awakeness and his fingers curl curiously around the edge of his pillow. She’s not there, and her space is cold and empty from the exposed bedsheet.

The clang comes again, followed with a very, very quiet curse that makes the edge of his lips curl with laughter at four in the morning. It’s no clawed thing, but his own little monster he relies on to comfort him each night in their multitudes of blankets at pillows that cradle them into mutual drowsiness. Her pills lie capped on her side of the bedside table, untouched and unmoved, and he knows that this must be a special night. The stars, maybe, or the autumn chill that treads it way softly through the corridors of their small house, trailing eagerly along the warm footsteps of whoever’s awake at this time of night.

Not for the first time, Kuroo regrets not wearing fluffy slippers with bears on them when his feet finally touch the ground. He swings himself off the edge gingerly, aware of how his head fogs with unfinished sleep and the way his muscles seem to creak at him, scolding him, potentially threatening to shut down completely if he doesn’t return this instant. He goes off hunting for slippers instead, and for you, even though he knows beyond familiarity where exactly he’d find those things.

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anonymous asked:

45. PaperHat? Black Hat talking to 505 knowing he can't respond?(Btw your really great at writing!) Bye and Thanks!



“How much of that did you hear?”

Blackhat’s expression was open in surprise and little bit of fear; the very fact that his emotions were displayed so candidly caused 5.0.5 to tilt his head in curiosity.

The big blue bear had been wandering around the mansion, cleaning various things, and checking in on all the other villains when he’d heard angry mutterings from an empty guest bedroom. Now he stood in the doorway across from Blackhat, who had begun to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Stop looking at me like that!” the eldritch finally snapped. 5.0.5 stepped forward and Blackhat flinched back. “Don’t you dare try to touch me!”

“Aroo?” With his brows scrunched together in concern, the bear tried to draw close again.

“I SAID DON’T!”

5.0.5 expected Blackhat to shift into a monster, or snarl and maybe take a swipe at him, but what he didn’t expect was for the man to collapse into himself like a frightened child. He didn’t expect the tears that were brimming in one irisless eye.

5.0.5 closed the door behind him and then opened his arms in an offering. Blackhat shrunk back and growled low in his throat.

“What are you doing!” he rumbled. The blue bear shook his outstretched arms. “I don’t want a hug!”

“Aroo?” The frustration in Blackhat’s face was wavering and falling back into despair. He tried to square his shoulders in pride, but after a few moments they dropped again. A heavy sigh escaped from between grey lips. Then Blackhat’s feet carried him towards 5.0.5, and into soft, warm, fur covered arms. The eldritch would never admit it, but the bear gave the most comfortable hugs, and at the moment he certainly needed one.

“I guess you heard what I was saying,” Blackhat mumbled into 5.0.5 ‘s chest. “Or… even if you didn’t I can tell you cause… well maybe telling someone will make it feel better.” The eldritch pulled away, and moved to sit on the edge of the unused bed. He patted the space beside him while staring at the floor. Even as 5.0.5 sat down next to his boss, he could see how defeated the man appeared.

There was a long, painful silence, before Blackhat gathered himself enough to say,

“It’s Dr. Flug.” 5.0.5 waited patiently for him to continue. “He… I… “ Blackhat buried his face him his hands and groaned. When finished with that noise, he proceeded to thump a fist furiously against his leg. “I just! UUUHRRGG! He just makes me-” 5.0.5 was almost frightened by the sounds that tore out of Blackhat’s chest. “I have feelings when I see him, and my upper chests aches, and my lungs constrict, and - and my guts just coil around each other like snakes or something! I hate it!”

There were tears filling his eyes again.

“I’ve- I’ve read about these symptoms and tried to find answers but I keep coming up with ones that I don’t want to hear! I keep finding more questions, and now my mind feels like it been put through a blender and I can’t think straight! I can’t concentrate!” Blackhat’s breath had become ragged. “I just want to… I want to know what I’m supposed to do now.”

5.0.5 placed a paw on Blackhats farthest shoulder, and then pulled him his side. With half of his face obscured by fur, the eldritch heaved another sigh and wiped half-heartedly at his wet cheeks.

“I know you can’t answer me, and part of me is relieved because that means you can’t repeat this to anyone, but…. What AM I supposed to do,” Blackhat mumbled. A soft,

“Aroooo…” was all that he got in response.

“I should talk to him, shouldn’t I?” Blackhat glanced up and saw the blue bear nodding slowly. “But how do I even start? I… I don’t even know how to feel these emotions properly yet, how am supposed to act on them appropriately?” 5.0.5 patted him on the back and made another soft noise. “Would it be better if I waited?”

Blackhat looked deeply into watery brown eyes, trying to search for his answer in the creature who could not speak. What he found seemed to say,

That’s up to you, my friend.

“I’m horrible with feelings through. Honestly the fact that I’m even being vulnerable with you is purely because you caught me with my barriers down!” Blackhat slipped out from under 5.0.5’s comforting half-embrace to stand and pace the room. “I put on his angry and violent front because those are the emotions that I am used to feeling! I’m not good at feeling happiness, or sorrow, or… or love. I wasn’t born to feel those things…” His feet stopped as he hit the wall and he turned to lean with his back against it. He clasped his hands, twiddled his thumbs, and then huffed frustratedly and began his pace again. On Blackhat’s 6th round he stopped in the middle of the room and shouted out,

“WHY ARE EMOTIONS SO COMPLICATED!”

5.0.5 stood up and shuffled over to him. When Blackhat was offered another embrace, he fell into it and screamed into the bear’s chest fur.  For his trouble, he was patted gently and soothing,

“Arooooo,” came out of the 5.0.5’s snout.

“I’ve got to sort myself out,” Blackhat stated flatly. Then he pulled away and made his way to the door. Before Blackhat disappeared through, he made eye contact with 5.0.5 and cleared his throat. The words ‘Thank you’ were said so quietly they might have been just imagined, but the bear smiled brightly anyways.

Then 5.0.5 silently straightened the sheets on the bed, wiped away some scuff marks made by an angry stride, and left the room as it had been; as lonely and unused as many of the mansion’s extra rooms.

Blackhat sat in his office, fingers steepled on the desk in front of him and deep in thought. He did feel better after talking to 5.0.5 yet he felt like there was something else that needed to be done. Without a word, he pressed the broadcast button on the intercom.

“I’d like to see Doctor Flug up in my office immediately…”



Hey anon! I hope you like this piece! I’ve been gone from home a while but I’m back now and cracked this piece out for you! I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

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we’re so late nights

a drabble partially derived from this line of questioning, so @roselirry, this is basically your fault // find more of Teyana and Niall here

It’s probably half past midnight; Teyana can’t remember when she last checked the time, the warmth still in her bones from the beers she consumed earlier in the evening with Niall and the rest of Rookie Limelight leaving her feeling mellow and content.

Niall is most responsible for the latter.

Seated in one of the folding chairs on their patio, he’s pulled her into his lap, home at last after an evening out. After the show, Niall, his bandmates, and a couple of their friends met up at a bar near the venue and talked for at least an hour and a half over many pints, Teyana tucked comfortably against Niall’s side, laughing and smiling and talking like the rest of them with his arm around her. When everyone began to thin out, Niall and Teyana said their goodbyes and then they took a cab home.

In the backseat, with his hands on her waist, Niall had whispered to Teyana that it was probably best that he wasn’t driving, because she looked so good he wouldn’t have been able to keep his eyes on the road. The line was cheesy, making Teyana rolls her eyes and she playfully shoved him over, which in turn made him laugh that stupidly adorable laugh he has, more of a cackle than a straight-up laugh, before moving close again.

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Shine and Fade - Drake x MC, A Royal Romance Fanfic

#ChoicesCreates Round16

Prompt:

“Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you.”

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake x MC

Rating: T

Hosted by @texanhusker, and a special thank you to @hollyashton for keeping this alive for 16 whole rounds!

[A little note: Ever since that snowfall scene with MC and Drake, I’ve been thinking that watching the stars could turn into something they indulge together as much as they can. Until that same indulgment is ultimately what befalls them. I know a couple of you know I prefer angst so this won’t be any different. I’m sorry for writing so much drake x mc, but I just love them so much. Enjoy!]

[Summary: Star-gazing became their commitment to each other. The only moments where they don’t have to hide their growing feelings. Until, it isn’t anymore.]


Looking at the stars has become their thing. Their little habit without saying it. The only time when they harbor no excuses to see each other. The only moments when her hand finds his and he doesn’t hesitate in gripping them, enveloping each other with a sense of awareness; more than the warm comfort of a friend. When they are alone with only the stars as company, the competition doesn’t feel as crushing to their souls as or as thick; a heavy burden they both bare. Their secret meeting as they scamper away from the castle is a mute agreement; the blossoming excitement of an unspoken romance. 

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Jehanparnasse Wedding

[Continuation of this ficlet once requested by @montparnassee, because I am weak for weddings. Modern AU, trans Montparnasse, ~ 1.2k ]

Montparnasse amusedly watches Grantaire’s progress through the ballroom on his way back from the bar. He barely manages to avoid being hit in the face, twice. First by Bahorel and then by Gueulemer, who have surprisingly similar styles of dancing.

“There you go,” Grantaire grins when he’s finally made it safely across the room. “Something frightfully expensive you won’t remember drinking in the morning.” He sits down next to Montparnasse and holds out his hand.

Montparnasse takes the offered glass but he shakes his head at Grantaire. “No,” he says. “I’m going to remember every single thing.” It sounds like a vow. Well, it’s a day for vows.

“Hm,” Grantaire hums approvingly.

They both take a sip in silence. Montparnasse searches for the glimmer of white in the colourful crowd and smiles when he spots Jehan. They are dancing with Claquesous, who is wearing neither mask nor sunglasses and despite this still looks remarkably good-humoured.

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anonymous asked:

"Wait don't go! Can't you stay the night?" + Dipifica

thank you!


“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

His words make her pause mid-step. Pacifica freezes, letting his words ring out and echo through the room. She hugs herself tightly. Slowly, she turns around to face him.

She was never supposed to stay. She just needed to get out of the Manor, get away from her parents and that stupid bell — she didn’t expect the hot chocolate and the warm welcome. She never planned to have stayed for as long as she did. She’s overstaying her welcome as it is; the Pines family didn’t want her around too long, did they? It’s better if she leaves.

“Why?”

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anonymous asked:

Au where the airport fight ends in a minor debate over who has to take Peter home BC he's literally too young to fly unaccompanied without fuckloads of paperwork

This is amazing because I literally just read something similar in a comic a few days ago. Ok, so it wasn’t b/c Peter is, like, 12, but b/c he was like ‘you guys might get to be superheroes 24/7 but some people have jobs so can someone take me back to NYC asap?? Guys???’  Here’s the page. 

And  then 1.7k of fic of borderline silliness happened out of no where. Let’s temporarily pretend everyone isn’t furious with each other and are still kind-of-friends, m’kay?

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Captain America and the Winter Soldier left behind a deafening silence. Iron Man and War Machine tried to give chase, but weren’t able to stop the jet without seriously injuring the two passengers. They were mad, yes, but they didn’t want anyone to end up dead, or paralysed, or maimed. The jet rose into the sky, higher and higher before disappearing over the horizon.

The barren airport was quiet. Peter was aching all over, still disoriented from the blow that knocked through the air. The formerly building-sized guy that had hit him lay panted, limbs eagle-spread. Hawkeye sat nearby, rubbing at his back and grumbling under his breath. Scarlett Witch was cradled in Vision’s arms, the two murmuring quietly to one another.

Falcon touched down, spread wings retreating. Iron Man and War Machine followed his descent moments after. They refused to look at their former teammate.

Peter stumbled to unsteady, determined feet. His mask was rumbled, a little twisted, but pulled to his chin. Booted feet spun in a wobbly circle, taking in the entire airport, the burning husks of thrown cars, abandoned airplanes, and the dozen exhausted, resting heroes.

“We’re not going to start fighting again, are we?” Peter said. “Because sure, yeah, I’m ready to go again, but some of you guys look old and I don’t want to accidentally break some hips—”

“You are not ready to go again,” Tony told him firmly. His faceplate flipped up, and he looked weary and defeated in an achingly familiar way.

“I am,” Peter insisted. “Did you see me take down a guy that was the size of a building? A building!” Peter limped over to said Building Guy, who squinted up at the teenager, one hand shielded over his eyes. “Also, hey, I’m super impressed about the turning-into-a-building thing. Doesn’t that break all kinds of rules about the conservation of mass? How does that even work? Is it a superpower, or are you an alien like that Thor guy, or is it, like, science—”

“Where did you find this kid?” Hawkeye asked loudly.

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#344: 'Can't Forget The Time Or Place'

How Long Will I Love You: Can’t Forget The Time Or Place- One Shot #344

+past one shots

 No visuals. 

Song(s): Bloom- Paper Kites & I’ve Just Seen A Face- The Beatles (cover)

Italicized text is meant to be flashback/past scenes.

“Daddy, I heard something! I did! It was a really loud bang!”

Harry sighed, shutting his daughter’s closet door and pulling a hand through his hair as he watched her burrow further under her duvet and blankets. Her little lips pressed together and jutting out, looking like she was testing him. Ready to bring on the tears if she needed to.

“Baby, there’s nothing in here to get you, I promise. It’s just the wind and the rain, okay?” Harry blinked the sleep from is eyes, still trying to rouse fully from the being jolted awake by panicked shaking of his shoulder and tiny, whimpered, ‘Daddy! Daddy, come here!’ The rain and wind were beating relentlessly against the windowpanes.   

“No it’s not!” Darcy whimpered, clutching his old teddy that had become hers tightly. “What if someone’s downstairs?” Harry sighed again, and tucked the blankets up tighter around her shoulders.

“No one’s downstairs, darling. I went and looked just now. The doors are locked, no one can get into the house, okay?” He kissed her forehead. “Go back to sleep for awhile. It’s okay. I’m sorry it scared you. I love you.”

But she latches onto his sleeve and he knows he’s done for.

When she or any of the kids were just babies, you and him would bicker constantly when it came to the kids and getting them to sleep. It had always been a source of great debate.

Harry was a cuddler. And his children were no exception. You wondered why you’d even bothered with cribs when they were small, because if he’d had it his way, they’d never sleep anyplace else besides on top of him. You rarely admitted it, but you cherished the times where you found them asleep together. Both of them fast asleep. Harry’s chin tucked down at the top of their head, lips parted and breathing slowly through them. Bare feet dangling off the couch, back curved to aching proportions. But your little baby –they weren’t always so little- looked so content where they were. Fingers fisted into his jumper to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. Cheek pressed down into the warm softness of his chest or belly. His hand on their back. When they cried or had bad dreams, that’s where they landed.

But snuggling kids to sleep was a danger in disguise.  

One night wouldn’t hurt.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, and he swore she could make her eyes wider, like doe-eyed pools of green and gold. She didn’t have school in the morning. They could sleep in. What would it hurt?

“Just until you fall asleep,” he warned, lowering himself down onto the bed beside her. It was more of a warning for him than anything else. He barely fit into her bed. His feet dangling off the edge. He scooted himself partway up the headboard. She wiggled around until she was comfortable. Her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her tight, pulling her petite body against his broad side. “Comfy, now?”

She nodded into his chest and he kissed the top of her head. He looked up at the fairy lights strung around the seams of her walls, acting as some kind of ethereal nightlight. It made the room glow, in a cozy and comfortable sort of warmth. Coupled with the storm raging outside, and the piles of blankets tucked over the mattress because she was always cold, it was a nice place to fall asleep.

“Daddy?” she whispered again, looking up at him. “Will you tell me the story?”

“What story, baby?”

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You stood before your laid back boyfriend, a beer in his hand as he watched tv. “What the hell is this, Yoongi?” You hold up your phone in front of his face, yielding the article and picture of him with a girl in Tokyo.

He sighs, sitting up. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Ignore the press,”

“How can I ignore it? I haven’t seen you in months, then you come back and I see this? How long ago were you in Tokyo, hm? A couple weeks?” You slap his feet off of the coffee table, “You couldn’t hold out a couple weeks to see me?” You turn your phone back to your face, swiping to the related articles. “And these girls? Who are they, and why are you with them?” He stares straight to your stomach, sipping the bottle. “You’re cheating?” It came out weaker than you planned.

“Yah, yah,” He stood up, “I’ll take as much as you throw at me, but as soon as you even think I’ll cheat is when I speak.”

“Well?” You scoff, raising you hands. “What’s the lame excuse for your cheating?”

“(Y/N), don’t-”

“Let’s see if I believe this.” You cross your arms over your chest. He just stood there, speechless. “Come on.” You motioned your hand.

He closed his mouth, smiling in disbelief, then slammed his beer down. “Don’t even think I’m cheating,” He said lowly, pointing in your face. “You know I would never-”

“No, apparently everything I knew about you was wrong.”

“Let me speak-”

“There’s no explanation for this: You were caught cheating, at least own up to it.”

He looking up towards the ceiling, then lowered his head to be the same height as your. “I’m not cheating, believe me or not.” He said through gritted teeth, turning back and picking up his beer. He walked back to the couch, then dawned the same position as he did previously when you approached him.

You clenched your fist, trying to hold back the urge to yell. “Tell me I’m the only one!” You break, shaking as you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one, Yoongi. Please!” You beg, dropping your phone and falling to your knees. You couldn’t control the frustrated written tears, and cupped your face in your hands.

He gets up, kneeling next to you. “Jagi, I’d never cheat..” He says in a softer voice than before. “You have to believe me..”

“How could I?” You lift your head, “You never call.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a minute to speak to your girlfriend on the phone, but you magically have your whole schedule clear for some girl—right?”

“You got it wrong-”

“Yeah, I did.” You stood up, “Girls, right? Multiple.” You walked to the front door with his incoherent screaming behind you. You left you feet to take you where ever they wanted, leaving you wandering to a nearby bridge. You sigh, sitting down with your feet dangling above the cold rushing water. You look out, a chill running up your spine for the cool wind blowing. Your hands loosely hold the edge of the plywood, and you continue watching the water wash over the rocks. You stay there, reminiscing on when things worked out perfectly between yourself and Yoongi.

“Why’d you leave?” Yoongi’s voice came behind you.

You look straight, never breaking your stare on the reflection of the moon. He caves, sitting next to you. Instead of staring where you are, he stares at your profile. “I’m done.” You say, still not looking at him. There’s a gust of wind that blows your hair gently. “I can’t be with you if rumors keep coming up of you with someone else.”

You see him nod slowly while looking down, “I understand.”

“I’m not even sure if we care about each other anymore with how busy you are.” You confess, “I don’t even know if I love you anymore.”

He bites his lip, and you’re seeing all this through the corner of your eye. “I won’t hold you back, but do know those are all rumors and do know I still love you with all my heart. Just ask any one of the boys,” He licks his lips, standing up. “Let me get you home at least, you’ll catch a cold.” You shake your head, still looking down. “Get up jagi-” He goes to grab your arm but you push him.

“How can you treat it like its nothing—like we’re nothing?” You stood up, beginning to get angry at his suddenly calm tone. “Huh?” You shove him roughly with both of you hands. “How many more rumors are gonna pop up, huh?” You keep pushing him, “Why don’t you fight? Why am I the only one fighting for this relationship to stay alive? Why can’t you just feel something for once? Feel my hurt, feel my love—give me back the love.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He gets louder, “Say I fucking love you all the times you do? I do! I tell you even when you’re mad! Because I do love you, (Y/N)! I love you so much you won’t even know! But when I come home from tour, you pick at me instead! I work hard to give us—no, you—good things in life.” He breathed harshly, “Have you ever looked in the closet? How many things have I gotten for you?”

“Oh, so a bag is supposed to show me you love me? I’m you’re girlfriend, not some prostitute you pay off when you’re done.”

“How do I say it besides I love you? I can't—that’s why. You know how hard it is for me to tell you shit-”

“Then get over it.” You say slowly.

“Get over it? You want me to learn how to express my emotions? Want me to do the things you do? Fine.” He takes his hat off, “All this could be gone, but without you I’m not anything.” He threw it into the water, “See? Here take this too!” He yelled, throwing his chain in there. “I don’t need that to be happy when I have you. I don’t need my music, I don’t need anything besides you being next to me. Why don’t you open up your eyes and see? I hate not being able to be with you, I hate the idea of some dude trying to get you naked and I’m not here to stop it! While I’m away the only thing I think about is what you’re doing, if you’re okay, and if I have enough time to call you. I worry about you every second of everyday. Is that better?” He stood with his arms out.

“Just show me you love me..” You felt your tears coming again.

“I need you..” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “I need you, so much..” Your hair muffled his voice as he buried his face in your neck. “Those girls weren’t anything—they were the makeup women there. They’re stylists that took me out to show me what to wear, and they all hit on me; I won’t deny that. But I am not going to cheat on you,” He pulled away, holding your arms. “They meant nothing, and they asked for my number. Want me to tell you exactly everything that happened?” You nodded, wiping your cheeks. “They told me that our manager had told them to take me out to get a couple of things at the store, and I was gullible enough to believe them. I didn’t want to take the chance for it to be true, and me to get in trouble. I have a girl to provide for,” He played with your hair lightly, “They touched me, flirted, and did everything they could to try to change my mind after I repeatedly told them I have someone. You know how mean I can be if I really wanted to,”

You look down and laugh lightly, “Yeah, I know.”

“I was being like that to them, and eventually they gave up and called me a—what was it?” He pretended to think, “Ah! A ‘rude asshole’, yeah.”

“Because of the way you acted?”

“Why else? Also, a funny thing,” He covered his mouth, “They tried to make me buy them all this expensive shit, too.”

“What’d you say?” You asked, smiling at his gummy cutesy smile.

“My girlfriend has a better taste,” He smirked, “They wanted trashy things.”

“What’d they do?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“They got pissed.” He laughed, hugging you back. “Like I said: they don’t mean shit to me. You’re the only girl in my life,” You felt the top of your head being kissed, “I’m sorry I made you go through that.”

“I’m sorry I lied about not loving you or caring,”

“As long as you really do, I’m fine.” He rubbed your back.

“I love you.” You looked up at him.

“I love you, (Y/N)..” He looked down at you.

Capture (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Request: Can you pretty please do #39 and #41 with Isaac? I love your writing (and you)

 Prompts: 

39; “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

41; “Please, take me instead!”

 A/n: Aww thank you, i love you too! I hope you like it!

 You and Isaac were like two children who couldn’t get along with eachother. One day you were okay and the next you two are screaming at eachother.

 What people find more odd is how the hell are we together. We fight like crazy, we get on eachother nerves most of the time but somehow we can’t stay away from eachother. Somehow through everything we find a way to fix our problems. 

 Lately there have been weird things happening around Beacon Hills. Ofcourse i’m used to crazy but it wasn’t the same as always, it felt worse. I decided to spend the night at Stiles house since he is my best friend and he knows more about what’s going on here than me.

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I Can't Think Straight Audrey Jensen/You (Scream)

Prompt of Mine: Audrey finds you after being stabbed by the killer.

WARNING: Violence



I really should’ve stayed home.

You know it’s kind of late to do that now.

You pace against the wet grass of the park waiting for any sign she’s coming.

Why the hell she ask me to come if she isn’t gonna show up?

You take out your phone again staring harder at it as if a glare could make Audrey show up.

A minute passes and you groan aggravated.

Disappointment and annoyance flares in your chest when you realize she’s really not going.

I’m going home.

You start to stomp home your phone dings.

Fumbling, you bring up your text messages hoping it’s Audrey.

Your heart stops.

Turn around.

It’s an unknown number and fear creeps up your spine.

You feel your breathing quicken and start running.

I’m outta here.

The scariest sound follows.

Footsteps.

You sprinted to the exit hoping if you made it far enough, you’d make it.

Wrong.

A bloodcurdling scream rips out of your throat when you’re suddenly thrown to the ground.

You scramble out of the way shrieking and dry sobbing as the knife barely missing.

You feel the sting of it slicing your arms and palms.

Then it collides.

You freeze.

“Y/N! OH MY GOD! Y/N!”

He rises to his feet and makes a run for it disappearing from sight,

Feet dash across the concrete to where you are,

You don’t notice.

Did I really-

You look down and see a knife sticking straight of your stomach.

I’ve been impaled.

An hysterical laugh escapes your throat.

Audrey’s face is suddenly in yours.

You flinch groaning as the movement pulls your skin.

She leans over you hands shaking before appearing to calm down.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be fine,” her hands touch your face caressing it really before she grabs the hilt and tries to pull.

You scream at the burning and swing your arms trying to get her to stop.

It’s the first time you’ve ever pulled away from her.

“Don’t take it out!”

Audrey lets go at your screams almost falling over.

“I can bleed to death if you do.”

This time your voice is almost a whisper sore from your screams.

She scoots closer to you raising your head until it rests on her thighs.

You hear the beeps as she calls 911 but everything seems too much now.

You feel out of it almost tired when her cold fingers touch your face.

“You can’t go to sleep. Open your eyes.”

Her voice is loud and urgent: almost pleading.

She’s never sounded like that before.

You blearily open your eyes finding her face.

You try to focus seeing how worried she is.

It’s hard.

It burns…

Audrey’s never held you like this before.

“I know. I know,” you feel her move your hair from your face doing everything to comfort her.

Everything becomes double and you hear vaguely hear someone yelling.

Everything goes black.


Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

You wake up in a white room with way too many bright lights.

Turn off the lights.

You squint trying to piece everything together.

Machines hum in the room each sound seemingly amplified and irritating.

Something soft and warm squeezes your hand.

You turn your head.

Audrey.

She sits by your side holding your hand like a lifeline leaning forward like she bed could catch her if she fell.

Black bangs barely hide her eyes.

She looks so tired and scared…

You squeeze her hand and flinch at Audrey’s sudden movement.

Your eyes meet hers.

They’re paralyzing making your heart jump into your throat.

Gulp.

The silence is almost painful full of words you don’t want to say and curiosity on why she’s here.

I can’t stand this.

“There’s something up in my nose and I think it’s eating my boogies.”

Did I say that?

Audrey laughs muttering “gross” under her breath.

Least the tension is gone.

“You kinda get stabbed earlier. It's supposed to help you breathe a little.”

The humor in her voice dies and you sigh.

“What made you go there?”

You looked at the ceiling not saying a word.

“That’s a lot of tiles.”

Audrey exhales loudly.

Is it over?

Then her hand settles on your cheek almost gentle as it pulls you back down to her.

Your breathing stops at the feel of Audrey’s skin.

“Y/N.“

You bite your cheek at her tone but answer.

“I thought we were gonna talk…”

Audrey’s eyebrows disappeared into her bangs in surprise.

“Seriously?”

You bite your tongue.

“I know I’m a dumbass okay?”

Picking at the loose threads of the hospital blanket, you avoid her eyes.

“Did the text say why?”

You blush but don’t say a word.

“Come on. If you can’t trust me, who can you trust?”

“It won’t make sense,” you warn looking up freezing a little at seeing her face.

“Try me.”

You bite your tongue but continue.

“I like you Audrey. As in I want you. I like your face. I like your smile. I like you.”

Your voice seems almost too loud in the quiet room.

“Oh. ”

You make a face.

Is that all you’re gonna say?

“Yeah, ” you pull away from her scooting away as far you can. “I can’t think straight with you.”

The next few moments feel torture until you feel a weight on the bed.

You turn to see what’s going on and swallow hard.

Audrey smirks at your wide eyes and leans forward.

She brushes her lips against your yours.

Once.

Twice.

Each time Audrey pulls away slightly watching your reaction.

You can’t take it.

On the third, you grip her shirt grinning at her smile as you stop her from liking away.

Each kiss almost burns making your heart thunder in your chest and your lungs ache to breathe.

A sound of protest escapes your throat when she pulls away.

“I can’t think straight with you either. ”

Her nose nudges yours and you forget about the nurses just around the door.

You can’t think straight.

anonymous asked:

derek tries and fails to woo an oblivious!stiles, so he goes to Scott for advice except Scott doesn't want stiles and derek to be a thing that happens bc of a multitude of reasons so he gives him the worst tips except they accidentally end up working really well

so, i didn’t do this prompt at all, kind of. because i feel like Scott would be all YAY LOVE. so, i did Scott being all YAY LOVE, and Derek being all NO, PAIN, HURT, MUSTN’T FEEL THIS WAY, HELP. so Scott helps.

~*~

So, Scott’s a little bit worried Derek wants to kill Stiles.

A year ago, he’d have been genuinely, totally, sincerely sure Derek wanted to kill Stiles. And Scott. And most of the people he came into contact with. Not, that Scott saw Derek interact with many people seeing as how he seemed to live in the dark corners of gross subway stations, or lurk in Scott’s bedroom. But, his expressions generally seemed to imply he wasn’t happy about talking to anyone. Stiles never seemed to find it particularly scary. Scott remembers Stiles calling him sour wolf and then crowing about it for days afterwards. Once, you know, they knew Derek was alive again. He made light of it, though. It’s one of the things Scott loves best about his best friend; the ability to make him laugh, even when he was having the worst day of his life.

He’s real glad his best friend is around, alive, happy again, winding Derek up, teasing Scott, tweaking Allison’s hair.

And god, he’s even really glad Derek’s alive. Underneath the angry eyebrows, and the gruff exterior, he’s actually kind of nice. That seriously wasn’t a sentence he believed he’d utter when Derek was stomping around school and telling Scott off for wanting to date Allison all the time. But, they’re past that. Sometimes, Derek sits and has dinner with Scott and his mom; sometimes he even plays video games with him and Isaac. Stiles came flying into the room unannounced, and then backed right out when he saw them all, declaring he was having a stroke. Scott’s not a hundred per cent, but he’s pretty sure he saw Derek’s mouth twitch like he was trying not to smile.

Which, is his fear now.

Because, Derek keeps smiling when Stiles is around.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Spiderman has a tear in his suit (by his bubble butt) and Wade can't stop looking.

I snorted very loudly when I read this. Thanks for the prompt!

—-

[Mayday! Mayday!]

Deadpool was in the middle of slicing some freaky alien thingy when the yellow box interrupted him. Usually Deadpool didn’t get involved in this kind of “end of the world” nonsense. He was more of a solo mission guy, but when aliens start attacking in your backyard, it’s difficult to just keep on watching some sweet Golden Girls reruns. 

“What is it now?” Wade hissed to himself, taking out his gun and shooting a few of the little fuckers in their faces. 

[Spider-man is down!] 

(oh no! And we never got to smooch his cute ass!)

[What are our feelings on necrophilia?]

Wade knelt down beside Spider-man’s fallen form. One of the aliens had cut his webbing and sent Spidey crashing into a brick building. Wade was going to kill every last one of those E.T. knockoffs as soon as he got done playing nursemaid to his baby-boy. 

“Whatever they are, they’ll have to wait because he’s not dead,” Wade informed the boxes, his fingers pressed against Spidey’s pulse point. His suit was pretty tore to shit and his mask was riding up to his nose. Wade carefully placed the mask back down to cover him because a bro didn’t out another bro’s secret identity. 

[Uh, is that what I think it is?]

Wade looked down to expect the rest of the damage and noticed a fortuitous tear in Spidey’s outfit - right around the bum region. 

Spider groaned and seemed to come to. “What happened?”

“You got your ass whooped by Alf,” Deadpool informed him, helping Spidey to his feet.

“By what?” 

“You uncultured swine,” Deadpool mocked him, shaking his head in disgust. “How are you feeling, web-head?”

“Like there’s a lot of breeze down under,” Spider-man answered, reaching a hand back behind himself and the eyes on his suit widened in shock. “Oh fuck me.” 

“I don’t know if this is really the time, baby-boy,” Wade said with a smirk. “However that tear in your suit would make the process a lot easier. I’ve had that fantasy before, you know. You, me, suits on, rock and roll.” 

“Wade, focus,” Spidey said, interrupting his flow. “Alien invasion, remember?” 

“Ugh, this is so 2012,” Deadpool responded, rolling his eyes. 

[Maybe we should give Spidey something to cover his ass.]

(Are you crazy?) 

[Yes. What’s your point?]

(We have been given the opportunity to ogle that Spider-ass and you want to cover it up?)

[Ooh, good point.]

Spider-man aimed his web shooter and went back into the fray, not seeming to care that part of his ass was on display. Deadpool took out his guns and started mowing down the alien scum. He would have gotten a lot more if he hadn’t been distracted every time Spidey swung by, giving him a look at the goods. 

When the battle was done and SHIELD was making their way to do clean up, Spidey swung over and landed next to Deadpool. “Hey man, uh, any chance you can help me get home?” 

“Of course, Spidey,” Wade said, pressing in close to Spider-man. “I’ll keep your honor intact.” 

Spider-man laughed. “Thanks Wade, knew I could count on you.” 

[Did you hear that?!]

(He counts on us! Even though we’re us!)

“Hold on tight,” Spidey said and Wade wrapped his arms and legs around Spider-man, his larger body doing a decent job of covering up the smaller hero. Spidey shot out a web and a moment later they were swinging through the air. 

[Damn, we are crushing it today. So many things off the bucket list!]

They land eventually on a rooftop and Deadpool detached himself from Spider-man. “Best way to travel, hands down,” Wade said, grinning through his mask at the web-head.

Spider-man laughed. “Hey Wade, thanks for having my back today.” 

“I’d have any part of you,” Wade responded without thinking. “Back, front, side, left elbow.”

Spidey snorted. “I appreciate it. I’m new to the Avengers, you know and that could have been really embarrassing. Hopefully no one but you saw that rip in my suit. I think everyone else was pretty busy to notice.”

“And I got quite the eyeful of it,” Wade teased, poking Spidey in the side. “You should change your suit for some ass-less chaps. It’d be a good look on you.” 

“Might leave me a bit vulnerable when fighting baddies though,” Spidey said in amusement. 

“Still, something to think about,” Wade said, bouncing on the balls of his feet restlessly. “You’re welcome, by the way. Any time you need me, I’m your guy. I’m there. Just call my name and I’ll be there.” 

Spider-man walked forward and placed his hands on Wade’s shoulders. “Sometimes you can be surprisingly not awful.” 

“One of my many talents,” Wade quipped, a bit thrown by Spidey touching him. 

Spider-man surged up onto his tiptoes and pressed the lips of his mask to Wade’s. The feel of spandex on spandex left a little to be desired but still - Spider-man was kissing him! 

[Woohoo!]

(We are so in!) 

[Tell him to turn around. We’ll stick it right in.]

(Fuck that! You gotta treat that ass right!)

Spider-man pulled back and gave Wade an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Thanks again.” 

“Any time, Baby-boy.”

“If I walk away, are you going to stare at my ass?” 

“Abso-tively poso-lutely!” 

Spidey sighed and shook his head. “Well, enjoy the show then,” he said, turning around and walking towards the fire escape. 

Wade let out a wolf whistle that made Spidey laugh. The arachnid hero spun around and blew Wade a kiss. “See you around, Wade.”

“Remember, ass-less chaps!” Wade called out after him. “They’re worth investing in! Bet they even have red and blue ones!” 

“Never going to happen!” Spidey shouted back. “But dream on!” 

[ao3]

Dean is never going to forgive Sam for this. He is never, ever going to move past this. He will be angry and bitter and begrudging about it for the rest of their damn lives.

He’s never going to forgive Sam.

He’s never going to forgive himself, either, for agreeing to this bullshit. Yeah, yeah, he said all that crap about wanting to get his weight down and wanting to get in shape but that was a fucking lie. He’d rather just live with his gut and his shortness of breath and Sammy’s not-so-subtle hints that Dean’s “let himself go” than try fucking yoga.

And not just any yoga, but this hot yoga bullshit. Bikram something or other? Whatever. All Dean knows is that it fucking sucks.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to write number 9 and 18 for the everlark prompt, 'You can't make me' and 'BFF' - thank you:)

Stories We Tell Ourselves

In which Everlark is really good at forcing each other out of their comfort zones.Thanks for the prompt, anon, and as always, my apologies for this taking me awhile and also because it got way out of hand. Long post.

WARNINGS: RATED T and up, depictions of bullying, foul language.


Katniss unfolds her book and sets it on her desk so no one can see her cry. The teacher’s words drone on as she holds back all her fears and tears. He left them. She doesn’t understand why he just left them. He always said he loved them more than anything. And he just left. At eleven years old, she might not know much about the world or love, but she does know deep in her bones that if you love someone, you never leave them behind.

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anonymous asked:

I would love to see Mr Gold explaining to Belle why he has a dog without letting her know that Bae saw the dog collar

A/N: Follow up to this (also, it was the leash ;] ) Rating is… Mature, I guess. Gold’s thoughts are never pure and G-rated. 


Bae was right about one thing: A dog forced him out of the house and onto the streets. It was stunning how many people saw his new pet as a carte blanche for striking up a conversation, invited or not. And the dog, this traitor, was the worst blabber imaginable, greeting every new pedestrian with so much enthusiasm that it was embarrassing. No sign of a well-adjusted temperament.

Although he never wanted a pet to attract other singles, like Bae suggested, he wasn’t totally in opposition when his dog attracted one particular person.

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I can't breathe without you

I’m an emotional mess. I don’t know what’s going to happen next week at all. I did this on my phone at one in the morning.

That’s all you need to know.

——

Kirsten can’t breathe.

Her heart is racing to a destination that her mind doesn’t know and all of her thoughts are a jumbled mess, and the only coherent one out of the chaos is that she has to save him.

She just needs him to open his eyes and call her a stupid nickname, to smile that goofy grin at her that makes her laugh, to look at her with those big eyes that make her believe she’s seeing into his soul.


She needs him to be okay.

Emotion is clogging up her throat and she’s not used to it. Tears are falling from her eyes in a way that has never happened before, that she can remember. Her hands are shaking. Her chest is heaving as she tries to get enough oxygen in her body.

(Part of her thinks, in the back of her mind, that she doesn’t even want to breathe if he isn’t, if that stupidly sensitive, beautiful heart isn’t pumping.)

She hears his name being cried out in a broken voice, and she realizes that it’s her, screaming over him as he continues to lie motionless. Her hand brushes against his cheek, his cold skin a shock to her nerves. She thinks back to him holding her in a tight embrace, like he thought he would never see her again.

(He’s an idiot but she’d never say it to him if he’d just open his eyes.)

“No,” she sniffles, her body slowly becoming numb, returning to something she is familiar with.

(No, no, no, no, no.)

It had to work.

(It had to. It had to.)

It’s settling into her thoughts, him being gone, and she wishes for once that it wouldn’t. This is a pain that demands to be felt.

Except she knows she won’t. She can already feel it becoming familiar. Her feet take a step back and she stares at him as people continue to bustle about him, trying to save him.

She feels nothing. It’s gone, even though there’s this nagging feeling at her heart that won’t go away. Her eyes flit to the clock, and she watches seconds tick by.

Fifty-two of them pass.

His eyes open. He gasps. He sits up.

Everything rushes back in a whoosh so quick that it nearly knocks her off her feet.

She can feel the relief, the elation, the happiness. He glances at her, smiles that smile.

“Didn’t think you were getting rid of me that easy, did ya Stretch?”

And she can breathe again.