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Usually Peter would cross into your daydreams, but now he was stuck in your head, a mix of worry, hate, anger, lo- “Jesus H Christ (name) that is a lot of red!” exclaimed Roseline, looking over at your work. Your assignment for art class was to do a water color of your own eyes, using mirrors in front of you as reference. Instead, of using neutral pastels, the scheme to your painting was an absurd amount of red causing it to look like it was on fire. “Woh that’s pretty freaky, I can really feel the emotion in it” Jess commented, fixing her glasses “You know Hopkins University did a study in 2013 finding tha

Papers scattered around the table, you looked over your homework, attempting to finish the rest of the sheet that you fell asleep trying to figure out the night before. The cafeteria was packed as usual but since the majority of your friend’s first class started later in the day, they had no reason to be in early. Leaving you alone in the morning trying to focus on your work than how awkward it always was being by yourself in the cafeteria. Becoming preoccupied in your work the first bell had rung and the cafeteria had quickly become empty, cept for the kids that either had off or had gym, and you were the ladder. You felt the table sq

What was it? What made you feel so out of place so awkward, so fearful that everything you did was a mistake. Your insecurities leaked into you mouth, bloating up your tongue when you talked, it seeped into your shoes, weighing them down with each step you took farther away from the safe haven of your home. It felt like every person that passed by was the enemy, like they were seeking to crumble you down further than what you were already feeling.     It had always been like this, was there some sick joke that you were missing, we’re you the joke? Could someone tell you why you were so lonely, so anxious, so god damn- “nervous&#

You had to admit you understood why people we’re pressing for school to start later because Physics at seven in the morning really wasn’t doing it for you. And the same went for the rest of the class, it was so bad that the teacher had actually brought in a Keurig machine along with coffee and the whole shebang for the students. You were only halfway through the school year and senioritis was hitting you hard, but somehow you still managed to stay afloat… as for certain classmates, not so much.      “So the final velocity is going to be-” Mr. J goes to reach for the index cards with the students names on them w

The reader deals with all of the effects that comes with the decisions she made earlier that night. Left vulnerable and broken both the reader as well as Tony question their lives as well as the choices they've made Chapter Text Your entire life you had desired to have some kind of monumentous adventure, but you never expected that to involve murder... You had never intended for your life as well as others to hang in the balance, or even to be surrounded by things far greater than yourself. The worst thing about being a "hero" or a "solider" is that the act of killing someone in order to protect others, still doesn't relieve the pain. It st

"Wait Jeffrey!" You hollered following him through the various sets, his bald head marking him from the cluster of other workers walking by.      You picked up your pace a bit more, trying to catch up to him, your frustration of getting to him only adding to that of your current problem. "Jeffrey!" You finally gasped, approaching him, breathless. "Jesus H Christ (name) what, I'm busy" he snapped, tapping away at his blackberry. "I needed to talk to you about the script" you breathed, still trying to collect yourself. "I was wondering if the whole make out scene was really necessary".       Jeffrey's eyes shot up from his phone, his brow r

    Innocent touches. The light fleeting kind that hold yearning but still the slightest of hesitation. Strong arms encased you in the tightest of hugs; muscled limbs holding your frame while a head weighted by sleep lay on your chest. These two scenarios melted together beautifully with an undeniable contrast. Even more so, one of the most prominent variations in the two was that only one of you was awake. Yes, in fact, Sebastian had long since been passed out. Trapping you in a bear hug, that felt more like praise than a suffocation of sorts. Unfortunately, sleep had decided to evade from your list of capabilities at the moment. So inst

Chapter 4: I'll Take My Shirt Off For More Booze           Arriving at the front of the estate, Starfire stood bewildered at the silver Lamborghini huracan that glistened before her. Selina strutted her way to the drivers seat, jumping in closing the door behind her. Turning her head she looked back towards the jaw dropped brunette. "You just gonna stand there?" Catwoman teased, putting a pair of shades over her eyes as she waited for Starfire's response.         The Tameranean slowly made her way towards the car and slid into the passengers seat with a guilty yet devious look on her face, "we really shouldn't be doing this..." she gritte

      Dark. Dark like the blackness of your pupils. Dark like the color of his hair. Dark like the insecurities and pain that was locked within your heart that he had already managed to dissipate from his own.       The noir sheet that filled the room, was a comforting void for you. It soaked up everything, your moans, your face, your trembling heart, your body, your thoughts. No, not your thoughts. The pinball machine of a conscience, rattled on within your head telling you the falseness in love while he tried to worship a body that you wish you didn't own.         Each kiss he left on your skin felt like a heartbreak and his praises sou