Crack Attack: A Collection of One-Shots and Other Disturbing Shit

Push (Poofless)

Based on another hot 'n SpicyKiwiWrites Prompt "Another AU":

After making an undying vow to your soul mate, you automatically switch pain receptors with them - you feel the pain while their body endures the injury. However, if you die, your soul mate remains alive with an incurable, endless emptiness in their soul.

This isn't predisposed to abuse at all, now is it?

Please check the story warnings before continuing!

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Day 1:

            I feel... strange. My chest feels so heavy that it's making me physically slump over and curl in on myself. It feels like I can't breathe... it's hard to draw a full breath in. Am I having a heart attack? Am I going to die? I tear my eyes away from my computer and start looking around for someone, something to help me.

            Dark mahogany eyes are locked on me from across the coffee shop. He looks almost... pained? Why is he looking at me like that? Why does he look like that? Why does he look like the only real thing here, the only thing in 3-D in a poorly-drawn 2-D world? I feel like a cartoon character slipping through into another universe, seeing another reality for the first time. Looking directly at him burns my eyes and it feels like I'm going to start crying right here and now. My eyes are on fire and every heartbeat shakes my body, completely foreign to me like I've never been alive until this moment. If this is what I've been missing, maybe I haven't.

            He's coming over to my table now. I don't know if I can stand it anymore. He overwhelms my senses and overpowers every part of me. I want to become a part of him. I want 'us' to be 'me.'

            "Hi." I look like a complete idiot, staring up at him with his gentle smile and his feathery, dark chestnut hair, his paper coffee cup coming to rest on the table next to mine. He doesn't belong in this universe; I've never seen anything like him before. He reaches over and shuts the lid of my laptop for me, laughing when he sees that all I can do is look over at him in wonderment. I want to take in every atom of him and lock it in my mind. "Rob. I said, 'hi.' "

            "What?" He rolls his eyes and turns my coffee cup and points to the loopy scrawl that introduced me for me. He turns his hastily scratched out mess and points to the corrected 'Preston' scribbled on the top.

            "How're you?" His accent is charming and I'm suddenly reminded of how far from home I am. His words curl in the air and stroke my ears as they wind their way to my befuddled brain. I feel like I'm stuck in the best dream I've ever had, and I never want to wake up.

            "I'm a hell of a lot better now that you're here."

            "Now that's more like it!"

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Day 2:

            "You're handsome without that grody t-shirt on." He beckons me into his condo, filled with cool, muted colors and perfectly color-matched to his carefully-styled hair. I feel underdressed and grungy in the gleaming, candle-lit living room, the smell of seasoned meat drifting on the air. He pulled out all of the stops, didn't he? He did this for me? "Come on, get a move on! You wanna beer or wine or what?"

            "Wine sounds great, thank you." I take in the tastefully decorated living room, inscribing every minute detail in my mind as I slowly follow behind him to the table in the improvised dining room next to the kitchen. More candles dot the table, expensive plates and polished steak knives gleaming in the flickering light. He spent entirely too much time on this already. "You didn't have to do this, Preston."