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It was the exact same dream every time. The broken clock on the tiled floor, the shattered glass scattered along it along with dried up blood that had long since stained it. Then there was the body. The body of a person I once knew, whom I was forced to kill in self defense after they had turned into a walker. My heart raced fast in my chest, feeling the swell of emotions overwhelming my consciousness. It was as if I were there. This dream lingered into my mind even during the day, putting me on edge at all times. In a way it was a good thing, keeping me more alert than if I wasn't. In times like these, if you weren't on high alert, it could

It was the exact same dream every time. The broken clock on the tiled floor, the shattered glass scattered along it along with dried up blood that had long since stained it. Then there was the body. The body of a person I once knew, whom I was forced to kill in self defense after they had turned into a walker. My heart raced fast in my chest, feeling the swell of emotions overwhelming my consciousness. It was as if I were there. This dream lingered into my mind even during the day, putting me on edge at all times. In a way it was a good thing, keeping me more alert than if I wasn't. In times like these, if you weren't on high alert, it could

My heart pumped irregularly as I stood in the crowded Room of Requirement. My eyes stared straight ahead as I watched the boy watch me. It had been nearly nine months since we had last talked and this was our reunion. There were no tears, no ‘I love yous’, no running. Just a lingering gaze and an on-coming war. Harry was speaking now, explaining how we would fight and where we should be. He told us we were to go to the Great Hall where we would meet up with the rest of the students. Moving with the masses, I began to make my way to the exit. A hand on my wrist pulled me back. “Haley-“ the voice said. “George,

You had been having dinner with him more frequently. He liked to watch you eat. He invited you to swim with him because he said your movements through the water were things of beauty, like artwork. When Will Graham sent the orderly to kill him, you were there. Hannibal’s first waking thoughts after being drugged were of you, which surprised him greatly. Somehow, he had tricked himself into caring. When he saw your body lying haphazardly in the corner, unmoving, his rage doubled. The rage faded as you slowly came to, groaning softly in the corner. The orderly from the mental hospital shot you with another dart and you stilled again, br

It was the exact same dream every time. The broken clock on the tiled floor, the shattered glass scattered along it along with dried up blood that had long since stained it. Then there was the body. The body of a person I once knew, whom I was forced to kill in self defense after they had turned into a walker. My heart raced fast in my chest, feeling the swell of emotions overwhelming my consciousness. It was as if I were there. This dream lingered into my mind even during the day, putting me on edge at all times. In a way it was a good thing, keeping me more alert than if I wasn't. In times like these, if you weren't on high alert, it could

Summary: You and John explain to Sherlock what it means to have a favorite person. “So this man is innocent, and was framed by his brother so that he would be sent to prison?” John asked Sherlock, making sure he understood correctly. “Yes, it’s very obvious,” Sherlock said as he began playing a slow tune on his violin. “That’s terrible,” John stated, “doing that to your own brother.” “His brother was probably the favorite,” you replied from Sherlock’s chair, taking a bite of an apple Mrs. Hudson had given you earlier. “Favorite? What does that have to do

You longed for his touch, his warm breath against your neck as he devours every single bit of your body with that perfect mouth of his. That’s all you wanted. That’s all you craved for every single time you came face to face with this perfect man, and you were going to get what you wanted…tonight. You had been dating Mycroft Holmes for quite a while now, four months to be exact. Yes, he kissed you and gave you all of his glorious attention; he even bought you expensive gifts from where he went away on work trips, but the thing is, he never touched you in the way that you wanted him to touch you. Every time things seemed to

     Your eyes scanned the empty area around you as you walked down to the lab. Bruce wasn’t in the bed when you woke up. It didn’t come as a surprise to you; he’d been getting up early for weeks. You were, however, getting worried. He would rarely ever come back before you fell asleep, and when he did, he was too tired to talk.     You understood what he was trying to do. Bruce was trying to find a “cure” for the Other Guy. You knew he had a hard time dealing with the Hulk. You tried talking to him, but he demanded that he find a cure. You accepted it, though you weren’t happy with his early mornings and

Captain Kirk had been the one to initiate the Christmas decorating on the Enterprise. He had set up a few mistletoe here and there, a few strings of lights around some rec rooms, and he had managed to decorate Bones’ office with a small blow up snowman. Bones wasn’t exactly happy with the snowman. Overall, the ship felt like Christmas because of Jim. You had always felt very festive this time of year and loved setting up just as much as the actual holiday. Jim had asked you to tag along because he knew you loved decorating. He had become one of your closest friends over the years, even though you couldn’t stand him at first

You sighed and ran your fingers through your (h/l), (h/c) hair as you stared into the mirror. Your (e/c) eyes looked back at you as you tried to find something meaningful in them. However, you could have sworn you saw the mouth in the mirror twitch into a smirk. Shaking your head, you wiped the image from your mind. Stupid lights playing tricks on your eyes... You bent down to fold the towel on the floor and stood up to be met with pure black eyes instead of the normal (e/c) orbs you always saw. You yelped as the reflection of ‘you’ chuckled lowly. “Look at you… (Y/n) (l/n). A useless freak…” You stared i