#inbetweened

[feuillesmort]

          he’s stocking shelves with a box of new books that had arrived earlier that week when he hears the jingle of the front door bell. max is a bit relieved if he’s being honest, the store had been quieter than usual and he was beginning to think he forgot to flip the sign to open that morning. he finishes the putting the last few books up on the shelf before making his way back to the front with that signature, warm smile on his face. “hey! is there anything i can help you find or are you just taking a look around for now?”  

 // @inbetweened

[sensesdialed-aa]

‘ you… you saved my life. ‘ From rain

@inbetweened // superhero sentence starters

    His breaths come out heavy, in ragged patterns as he turns his head towards Rain-- shit, their face’s are really close. He’s glad the Spider-Man mask is covering his expression, or else she’d be able to see how bright red he is right now. Heart pounding in his chest, he’s suddenly breathless, and ALMOST loses track of the webline he’s zipping through the air with. Lenses going wide, he shoots out another, before landing safely on the ground with her. He barely even PROCESSED what happened-- only a few moments when he realized the danger that was coming, and immediately swung in to get Rain out of the way. 

   Peter hears her words, and takes another breath, trying to shake the sudden burst of energy, his reaction to how close they cut it, and how flustered he suddenly is, nodding a few times. “Uh-- yeah, I...I guess I did...” His voice trails off. “Um-- good thing-- good thing we got out of there, that was...close.”

[dmntn]

he   almost   didn’t   yield   for   the   sound   of   footsteps,   often   mistaking   it   for   the   rattle   of   crystal   against   his   penthouse   bar   as   music   pulsed   through   the   floor,   but   he   peered   up   in   time   to   see   the   figure   of   his   son,   a   calm   grin   on   his   face.               ❛   ah,   my   son.   and   what   have   you   been   up   to   today   ?   ❜

[threebiirds]

𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃    through her past life events. a CHILD forced to grow up , stolen of     innocence     without choice. tris wishes that things were simple , but simplicity seemed RARE nowadays. her hands are calloused , slightly bruised      but there is no pain. blue eyes flick from her pale fists to the girl with the white hair. silence falls onto her for a slight moment, shaking her head. ‘ how did we end up HERE ? ‘ 

 @inbetweened​ ( * RAIN ! )

[spiderstarlight]

‘ i know i act like i’m not scared of anything, but the truth is… i’m terrified. ‘ from rain

@inbetweened // superhero sentence starters ( accepting )

     Angie gets it. She’s been doing the same...ever since she started this whole thing. It hasn’t even been that LONG-- she’s only been trying to be a hero for a few months. When she first got her powers, it took her a while to even think about being a superhero. Hiding it from everyone, concealing her new abilities, AFRAID of them and unsure of what she should do. And then...her brother died. Nicky died, and she DIDN’T stop it when she could have. That’s when she knew...she had to STAND UP. She had to try and do something, couldn’t just sit back anymore.

   Even after that realization, though, things are still...DIFFICULT. She doesn’t know WHAT she’s doing, she doesn’t know how to fight or how to be intimidating or how to take down criminals, and even though she seems to get pretty LUCKY sometimes, she still has no clue what she’s doing. Every time she runs into a fight, every time the hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand, every time she hears a GUNSHOT that rings through the air-- she’s terrified. 

   An attempt to swallow the lump in her throat, before she nods her head, legs swinging off the ledge of the rooftop. “I....I get it. Um-- I...I pretend I’m not scared too, if that-- uh...if that means anything-” Shit, this is hard. She doesn’t know how to just...OPEN UP like this. “It’s...okay to be scared sometimes, you-- uh, you know? I mean, fuck it, EVERYONE gets scared, you’re-- uh...you’ll be okay in the end...yeah?” 

[bloodykneestm]

@inbetweened 

“hey,” today kincaid’s voice is husky, low and deeply, deeply chill. they’re all dressed up, big hoop earrings, platforms, skinny jeans, full face of make up and a crop top. they’re in their best human girl drag, and they feel fabulous.  they’re the only employee in the whole antique shop so the smell of patchouli and peppermint that curls around the shapeshifter like an aura cuts through the dusty air unimpeded as they approach the other. “welcome in -- can i help you find anything or are you just looking around?”

[cursewon]

“STOP PRETENDING TO BE OK!” from alex or daniel,,

clearing out the inbox.

alex version.

she knew her anger wasn’t at him, it never really was. but sometimes childhood memories would resurface and she’d do would one of two things. draw inside of herself, push everyone away or pretend that she was completely fine even if she flinched from being touched.’’i don’t want to stop, i’d like to just joke and sit at this table, while i’m on break. not talk about anything important.’’ her voice is softer than intended. she just wants to sit.  not deal with the thoughts rumbling in her head. 

..

daniel version.

alcohol-infused veins make her quieter than usual..’’i thought that was kind of an agreed deal? we both.. pretend to be okay..?’’ her head tilts to the side. neither of them was okay, but at least they weren’t alone. that’s what she always felt at least.’’would you prefer i be a crying mess all of the time, or i just go utterly silent?’’ a pause, thoughts whirling around.’’we’re both internally fucked..  so i don’t... know whose pretending anything.’’ frown present on her face.