Question

I wrote a short imagine about Patrick. (Obviously.)

Answer 1

It was the middle of winter, and a huge snowstorm was about to hit.
You had been dreading it since you had heard the weather report. Patrick-your husband of three years-had been on his four hour drive home, and you couldn't stop worrying.
You picked up your phone to call him, but put it back down immediately, scolding yourself for almost doing something that could put Patrick in harm's way.
You sat down on the couch with a novel; an obvious attempt to occupy yourself as you waited for Patrick and the blizzard.
It worked quite well until the blizzard knocked your electricity out, leaving you in complete and utter darkness.
You felt your chest tighten, and your breathing became difficult.
You were terrified of the dark.
You didn't know what sparked this fear, but it's seed was deeply planted.
You felt around for the coffee table, and set your book down. Your breathing became irregular and rapid as a panic attack set in.
You attempted to slow your breathing down, but your fear was bigger than you were. You got up from the couch in a hurry, slamming your foot into the leg of the coffee table in the process, and semi-limping down the hall in a desperate attempt to find a source of light.
You couldn't remember where the candles were, and you didnt have any flashlights around. Eventually the panicking became overwhelming as your hands guided you through the house like a seeing-eye dog.
You rushed toward the front door, knowing there was a solar-powered lamp waiting for you.
You threw open the front door, slamming face-first into somebody's warm chest. You let out a squeal, before slapping a hand over your mouth.
The neighbors probably thought you were being murdered.
A pair of arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm embrace.
The figure hummed and shushed you, and your breathing pattern gradually slowed as you noticed the familiar little navy-blue car parked in the drive.
"It's okay, I'm here." Patrick cooed.
You shifted from foot to foot, the snow melting and causing them to go numb with cold.
Patrick continued to hum and whisper reassuring things in your ear as he half-carried half-walked you back into the house and tucked you into bed.

Answer 2

Awww this is so adorbs! I switched Patrick stump for Cole Sprouse <3 ;0

Answer 3

Thank you. <3 ;o

Answer 4

Inspired by my fear of the dark. e.e

Answer 5

You're welcome love ;0. Oooo ~õ-õ~

Answer 6

dahling, that isn't exactly short, but it's beautifully written

Answer 7

Thank you, and by short I meant not a novel. x'D

Answer 8

Whale den, this puts some of my short stories & poems to shame, you're good Molly. :O

Answer 9

Thank you. <3 cx I love writing.

Answer 10

You're welcome. <3
Same. >.< But most of it is deep stuff.

Answer 11

O: Thats so cute omg

Answer 12

I had an idea and i typed it out typety type type. ;o