#inbetweened

          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 // 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. 

@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. 

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. 

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daniel version.