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yes-i-am-a-tree · 2 years ago

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"I thought I was gonna die. " (Platonic!Kenny Ackerman x reader)

Summary: You were to play a part in a plan Kenny and Levi created to break you out of captivity and get away safely. The ironic thing is, you had no idea such a plan existed, so you take your own route, throwing both Kenny and Levi for a loop. Regardless, you prove to them that you can fend for yourself. You also prove that you're a terrible horse rider.

Genre: Angst but gets wholesome at the end. Happy ending.

Also, Platonic Levi x reader but to a minimal amount.

Warnings: bodily injuries, mentions of execution and murder, Kenny being a disappointed father :')

Somewhat proofread 😅 more notes at the bottom 👍

Set in a Western AU!

High noon. Exactly 12 clock was the time your execution was scheduled.

You were framed. Though they had only gotten one thing right out of their accusations against you.

You were Kenny's apprentice. You were 100% along with him every step of the way. Listening to his every order, and obeying his every command. You owed it to him. You can't even count on both hands how many times he's saved your life.

But they were wrong with everything else. The MP claimed you tried to assassinate the king. The Lord of all three walls. It's a wonder everyone believed them because you weren't big or powerful like Levi or Kenny. But they accused you anyway because they knew you were directly associated with Kenny the Ripper.

But apparently, that was in the past because they welcomed him with open arms and left you in the dust.

So you sat and waited. You tried desperately not to think about your doom but it was always on your mind. It ate away at you during the night and it loomed over during the day.

And soon. It was the morning of the last day you'll ever see the sun again. The last day you'll enjoy (not that there was much too in this cramped musty cell)

You tried to savor your last hour before one of the palace guards knocked on the heavy metal bars of your enclosure. It was time to go.

Once you were forced into the palace square it was almost like an open cathedral.

There were crowds among crowds of people. All watching with their beady greedy eyes.

Surprisingly to you though, and you were handcuffed to a pole, no executioner stood nearby. In fact, you found it weird you were chained to a pole in the first place.

You sat in the brutal sun before the crowd grew silent. The king had arrived to watch.

You looked up at him and scowled. He of all people shod know you were not guilty. It was those fucking snobbish Military Police.

Then, a familiar clop of footsteps sounded behind you. 'Of course, he's here, he's basically the head of the MPs at this point.

He then walked his brown leather boots directly in front of your line of sight. You frowned. 2 weeks ago, you would've been overjoyed to see those boots. But now, you just felt betrayed.

On multiple occasions, you hoped and even prayed that he would come and save you. I mean, hell, you had been with him for over a year, did he not care? You gave up that hope a long time ago when you were being transported to the castle prison and you saw his face in the mass of people. You saw him look away. You saw him turn his back on you.

And now he was here to mock you.

Suddenly he squatted and grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at him. Kenny's signature smirk was condescending.

"Don't you know how to show your owner some respect?"

You could hear a couple of guards snicker. You grimaced.

He seemed to grin wider at your reaction.

"What, you don't wanna talk to me? " Kenny asked teasingly.

You just glared. You regretted the last year of your life. Everything just went wrong from there. And now, you were about to die. Alone. Disrespected. And innocent.

Then, He slapped you across the face. Albeit, it was softer than any of the beats he had given you before, nonetheless, it still hurt like hell. You bit back a couple of cuss words.

You truly hated him.

"Sorry sweetheart, I have to teach you a lesson for trying to touch the King"

As he said this he stroked your face where he slapped you like he was trying to soothe you. That just added fuel to the growing fire of hatred inside. You closed your eyes to conceal your tears. He was the last person you wanted to cry in front of.

If only you had kept them open because it was obvious, while you were up that close, that he regretted hitting you. He hated doing it every time. But now was not the moment to feel sympathy.

He took ahold of your dirty hair and slammed your head against the pole behind you. It was like a shock, the vibrations rolling through your skull and the pain and ache that continued endlessly.

You couldn't help the sound of your pain that left your mouth.

Kenny kept his facade. "Don't act so fearless now, you know what's in store for you."

He back-talked you for about 5 more minutes and gave you a couple more mild hits before a loud noise erupted from the large front doors of the cathedral. A gunshot.

Suddenly there was screaming from the outside. Everyone spectating turned their attention to the doors of the cathedral.

And without warning the doors busted open. And out through the doors came someone on horseback. He had a dark hood on and you couldn't make out any of his features.

It was like a dream like some unexplainable thing just occurred. What in the world was happening? Why would anyone want to interrupt your execution?

Before you could think about the rapidly approaching horseman any further you heard the double doors behind you open as well.

You strained your neck to see. The king's guards came pouring out of them, one after the other. All suited up in armor and all horseback.

But to your astonishment, the hooded horse rider fearlessly steered in the other direction towards them.

You tried to watch their scrimmage but you felt Kenny suddenly grab your face.

"Listen to me, I'm gonna untie you and you're gonna follow after me. Got it? "

Without thinking you nodded immediately. So he quickly got to work on your bindings.

But as he hastily cut the rope off, a fleeting thought took a hold of you.

Did you want to be saved by Kenny? The man who betrayed you? Part of you would instead still be executed than go with him. You didn't want to go back to being his little obedient assistant. You could live on your own right?

Then Kenny leaned back up, finished with your rope, and instead of paying attention

to what he was saying, you noticed a stray horse galloping behind him and suddenly, it became a lot more interesting than whatever he was ordering you to do. 'I can get out myself' you thought. 'I don't need his help anymore, he was going to let me die anyway.’

As you pulled your arms off just to make sure, you put your plan into action. You quickly threw your head back, and headbutted Kenny as hard as you could.

In reality, it wasn't too hard, but the surprise most definitely made up for it. Kenny sat utterly dumbfounded for a second as you took off in the direction you last saw the horse.

"Y/N! " you heard him roar.

A part of you wanted to stop and curl up in fear but the majority of you sped up.

This was unreal, unheard of. The minute you reached the light brown horse you took a hold of her reigns and wasted no time mounting her.

She hiccupped in her movements and made a move to shake you off but obeyed when you yanked suddenly on the reigns.

The whole time this occurred you heard Kenney's yells.

In your mind, you found it funny. It was about time he stopped treating you like some dog.

You sped around the cathedral before racing towards the exit.

The crowd was loud, the guards were loud and the noise drowned out as you steamrolled your way through. You didn't even look back.

The way forward was not clear. After the double door was passed through, the people in the streets screamed in fear for the stallion bounding in their direction.

The wind zipped past your hair, and for once in your life, you felt on top of the world. You were unbeatable, untouchable, immortal.

You zoomed past shops and police, they were too stunned to stop you. You heard a faint cackling and realized it was coming from you. For some time, you felt like you could feel this way forever, free, happy... Like it could never end.

In your haste and carelessness, you failed to notice the cart in front of you until it was too late.

In your spilt second to reflexes, you steered the horse in an extremely harsh right, and it worked for a moment until you realized you were going to crash headfirst into a tree.

You yanked on the reigns once again, but the inertia flung you out of the saddle and out over the horse.

Unfortunately for you, out past the tree you were trying to avoid, laid out a deep River bank. What was supposed to be a short fall off your horse for a moment, ended up being a 4-second tumble down the rocky side of a river bank.

On your way down, the harsh ridged rocks dug into your skin and did little to hinder your fall. Your limbs got caught on small trees and the pain... The pain was immeasurable.

You hit the water with a splash and promptly passed out.

...

Kenny was pissed.

Beyond pissed.

Honestly, he was so angry it surprised him but he didn't dwell on it for too long.

He and Levi had a near perfectly fine plan, but then you had to fuck it all up with that dumbass little stunt you pulled.

Really, what the fuck were you even thinking? Now he has to go out and look for your dumbass. Any sympathy he felt for hitting you earlier felt completely justified in his eyes now.

I mean, why the fuck didn't you just listen to him? He was helping you for God's sake!??

He forced his way through the same crowds you did with his horse. Looking for any sign of your path.

After a minute of riding, through a gap in the road, Levi caught up and rode alongside him. Levi had changed out of his disguise and was looking for you too.

The more they continued through the town without any clues to your wear about, the angrier Kenny became. He was so fed up. He thought that he might actually kill you when he found you.

But as they drove up the road, there was a crowd in the way.

They slowed down but as they got closer, to their dismay, the crowd wasn’t about Y/N. It seemed like they were trying to calm down a horse.

Kenny huffed in annoyance and tried to force his way through but Levi called out to him.

"Kenny wait,” Levi ordered.

"What!? " Kenny asked exasperatedly.

"Shut up and look at the horse."

Kenny stopped at took a good look at the horse. It was light brown... And for a moment he wondered why he should even care but it finally hit him. The horse you left on looked exactly like it.

He and Levi looked around frantically. You couldn't have gone too far, he's sure they didn't feed you well.

Then, he spotted the cart. It seemed out of place from the start but it was quite literally just sitting in the middle of the road.

Moving around the crowd, with Levi following him, he rode up to the cart and dismounted.

Levi got off his horse questioningly and took both reigns and proceeded to tie them to a nearby tree.

Kenny continued to look around. "I think she's around here somewhere, I'm sure that cart tripped her up."

Levi gave no sign of agreement and instead took a look around as well. In truth, he was annoyed too but understood why you would do this in the first place. Kenny never had a good reputation for being genuine or communicative.

But overall, a part of him was worried, both before this and right now. He never thought he'd think this but he didn't want you to die, and right now, you were seriously in danger.

They continued to scout out the area, around the trees and nearby shops, until, while pushing back some bushes, Levi saw the stream. It was a large river bank with rushing water, and there was a steep decline of rocks and trees to it.

"Kenny! " Levi yelled and moved to carefully start his descent to the water.

As he stepped down the more stable rocks, he noticed that some seemed loose, like they had been moved, and there were spots where there were depressions in the ground where a rock used to be.

Soon enough, Kenny came rushing to the bank as well. Immediately taking after Levi (albeit hastily and less carefully)

It took them some time to reach the bottom, but on the way they saw broken trees and... Blood. Blood coated the smooth rocks and twigs left abandoned by the side of the bank. They grew more perturbed.

Once they reached the bottom Kenny immediately looked around the sides of the water. No signs of you, just undisturbed sand.

"She must have gotten carried away by the river!" Kenny yelled over the rushing water.

He and Levi jogged downstream (The decline into the back was too steep for their horses). It was a large basin of water, all flowing and crashing into large rocks down the slope. Further ahead laid a small waterfall, which didn't leave a good feeling in Kenny’s stomach.

They clambered down the sides and continued looking for you. So far down the stream, there was nothing, but it was their only hope in finding your wear abouts.

When Kenny looked ahead, the stream reached somewhat of a turn, or it was more like a couple of large boulders broke the stream into veins, and the largest ran down to the right and out of view.

The other smaller streams kept riding on, out into different directions but what caught his attention was the odd brown object protruding from between some of the rocks.

Without hesitation, he wadded through the strong current towards it. Levi followed doubtlessly, though, he hesitated because he didn't want to get his boots or pants muddy.

Once Kenny eventually reached the other side, he could see what the strange object was.

There, abandoned on the shore was a stray boot. He knelt, picked it up, and studied it.

It was the left boot and when he thought about it, it was suddenly familiar. He took it in his hands and stood up. There were no footprints, or bootprints, just plain sand.

"YN! " he called out. He looked around desperately. "YN!! "

Levi had already strode ahead, taking note of the boot, he walked forward checking behind large boulders. As he progressed forward, he finally spotted what they were looking for.

A body crumpled up along with the rocks. From what he could see, there was a substantial amount of blood.

"Kenny! " Levi called again as he speed walked towards your unconscious form.

Without missing a beat Kenny took off to where he heard Levi. He kept his pace until he spotted you as well, increasing in speed to get to you faster.

He couldn’t will himself to call out to you again, too afraid of the silence that might follow. You can't die. It isn't possible, he doesn't have time for it.

You were in worse shape than he thought. Of course, Levi reached you first, but from what he could see, your left calf was twisted beyond its normal capabilities. There was blood across your stomach and he could see large scratches and the beginnings of bruises started to form on your skin.

Your clothes were tattered and soaked, whatever skin was showing looked damaged in some way or another. Kenny leaned down and watched Levi hurriedly check your pulse. Even Levi looked concerned... or even scared.

Kenny watched as Levi’s face turned from anxious back to his normal scowl.

“Well, is she alive or dead?!” Kenny half yelled out of nervousness.

“She’s alive,” Levi stated in monotone, “But she’s probably broken some bones and we’ll have to carry her back.”

Kenny grumbled but felt a rush of peace. He didn’t want to admit it but he was tense the whole time before Levi said that.

“Well, let’s get a move on, I’m sick and tired of this shit.” Kenny spat. He sat the boot down and squatted to find a way to pick you up. But as his hands breached under your back and knees, you abruptly started coughing and heaving. It was a thick and heaving cough, and every time you did was excruciating.

“Finally awake huh?” Kenny taunted through gritted teeth, “Have a nice trip?”

You were too disoriented to comprehend what Kenny was saying. You groaned because of the pain and let your eyes adjust. The noise of the water and Kenny’s loud ass voice overwhelmed you.

“What…” You croaked. “Kenny?”

“Yeah it’s me, Princess,” Kenny said sarcastically, “I’m here to save your dumbass.”

“What’s going on?” You asked no one in particular. Your eyes finally adjusted and you could make out Kenny and Levi looking down at you. Levi looked more or less normal but Kenny… well, let’s just say Kenny didn’t look pleased.

“You tell me. We had a plan but it seems like you had other ideas.” he bitched.

“I,” you thought about it but found your brain was having a hard time thinking. “I didn’t know” you muttered dumbly.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Kenny said angrily, “You’re in a butt load of trouble for this little stunt you pulled, first you fuckin’ headbutt me, then you run off and now you’ve troubled both me and Levi by having to walk all the way down here to get you. I haven't even mentioned the stuff we're gonna have to do to get you back and fixed.”

You felt embarrassed, to say the least. If your face wasn’t already burning from the blood rushing to it from the pain, it sure was now. “I thought that- I thought-”

“Well you thought fuckin’ wrong, that’s what you fucking did, you screwed it all up,” Kenny cursed.

Levi had already stood up when you weren’t paying attention, but his voice suddenly made his presence known. He wasn’t one to get into his uncle's affairs, you were Kenny's little brat and had little relation to him, but this was getting to be too much.

“Can we do this shit some other time, Kenny?” Levi spoke with an annoyed tone.

“No! No, I have shit to say to this little fucker.” Kenny barked at him while staring at you.

Kenny then reached down and grabbed at your shirt, hauling you up and causing you to huff. Your legs strained and the ankle, which was numb before, suddenly felt very noticeable and painful. You whimpered and hissed.

“When I fucking tell you to do something, you’re supposed to Fucking Do It!” Kenny hissed while jabbing at you, “Don’t fucken ignore me. Don’t do the opposite. And Don’t Fucking Hit me you little-”

He stopped momentarily when he saw the tears running down your cheeks. “Oh, don’t you think for a second those crocodile tears are gonna’ make me forget this mess sweetheart. You fucked this shit up, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”

Levi cursed and anxiously shuffled on his feet, “Kenny, lets just fucking go, our horses are still-”

“Shut Up! I’m not done!” Kenny ordered, “What were you even thinking huh? Do you want this to happen? Did you think you were gonna do something? Did you think this was gonna change anything? Huh?” Kenny shook you with every question, unaware of the pain this was causing you.

Some more tears fell down your face. You kept grimacing.

After you didn’t answer because of the pain, Kenny continued. “Some shit like this happens every single time! Should I have just left you there? Maybe I should've because now I have to deal with your bullshit again. Do you want me to bring you back!?”

“Kenny, I thought I was gonna die” you sobbed.

Kenny stopped at stared at you. Since you said it through tears and hiccups it took a moment to understand you. “You thought you were gonna die?” He questioned condescendingly.

It took a second for you to answer, because of the hiccups and gasping. “I thought- that you had left me for good. You just left me to die- I thought I was gonna die.”

He stayed silent for a moment. Huffing through his nose and staring at your pain-stricken face, trying to understand exactly what you meant.

“It was when- When” You gasped. “When you turned away from me when they took me away. You turned away and left me.”

Kenny stared at you with a confused expression, but then sighed and looked down when he realized where the misunderstanding happened.

Kenny’s voice was much softer now as if explaining to a toddler he spoke, “Y/N I did that so that the MP didn’t think it was a setup. You know that I have to act so that they didn’t suspect anything.”

“No- No I didn’t because I had no clue you were with the MP. You just-” You huffed once more, “You just left me and I had to stay there with- with no food and in fear because- because I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die for sure.” You whimpered and sputtered. “And- And you’re really h-hurting me.” You added pitifully.

Kenny hesitated, as if somewhat surprised that he was causing you physical pain, before calmly setting you back down.

He waited for a moment over you, mulling over his actions and the miscommunication that had accrued.

“Let’s go,” Kenny decided, “Levi, help me.”

Levi returned to your side hastily, happy this argument was finally over, and supported your body as Kenny carefully pulled you up and held your bridal style. As he adjusted you, you continued to groan and hiss. Your arm rose to grab onto something because of anxiety since you couldn’t remember the last time you were picked up.

Your hand grasped onto the back of Kenny’s collar and your head rested near Kenny’s shoulder. You continued to huff involuntarily.

Levi grabbed your left boot and they began to walk, without the urgency they had before, up the river. Every step Kenny took left a sting in your leg since it moved with the inertia of his movement but you keep silent.

You closed your eyes and tried to fight the shame and embarrassment that was overcoming you. ‘Another time I fuck it all up, Kenny is right, I really am just a burden.’ Your conscious tormented. ‘Every time I’m around something bad happens. They really should’ve just left me to die.’

“Kenny…” You started hesitantly, “I’m really sorry”

You heard no response and it left you feeling incredibly stupid. ‘What was an apology gonna do? Fix things?’ But something distracted you from thinking this way for too long because you noticed Kenny’s heartbeat had increased substantially.

“Just… don’t you ever do that again,” Kenny said softly while stepping over a particularly large rock. Causing you to wince.

“I won't..” You muttered.

He took this as an invitation to continue talking. “You gave me quite a fright ya know? All I know is that you’re gone and you’ve lost a lot of blood. And then we finally find you and you’re unconscious… heh, you said you were scared you were gonna die, well I was scared shitless that you actually were.” He admitted with a weak smile.

After a moment with no response, he suddenly felt a deep despairing pit form in his gut and he quickly looked down at you.

“Levi, she’s not responding.” He spoke with urgency.

“She’s just sleeping” Levi answered calmly, “She lost a lot of blood.”

Kenny tutted with embarrassment. Nodding as if he already knew that.

“Jesus kid, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He spoke under his breath.

★ I know I haven't posted in like, 2 years but im a one hit wonder except my hits aren't wonders they're mistakes.

Also, this is NOT lore accurate at all 😅 I can't even remember theast time I've seen at I just randomly remembered my liking towards Kenny and felt the need to write it.

And actually, if you can't tell, I wrote this on the course of 2 years, some of the beginning is low quality but the end is recent so if it sounds different halfway through apologies.

Also, I wish I could recall the name and uthor but this is a little bit inspired by their Kenny x reader fics where it's in a western AU. I just loved it so much that now whenever I imagine Kenny it's when he's some wanted outlaw in the Wild West.

‼️I have a part 2 if anyone is interested. I'll probably post it anyway if this gets attention 👍

#kenny ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #kenny ackerman x you

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mercurysstars · 3 years ago

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All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 7)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Needles, swear words, reader getting angry.

A/N: Okay y’all so maybe the reader has slight anger issues.

𝘍𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Y/n suddenly became aware of the very persistent beeping noise in her ear. No matter what she tried she couldn't get it to stop and it was starting to annoy the hell out of her. She cracked her eyes open, the light-flooded her blinding her for a few seconds but her eyes quickly adjusted.

The first thing she noticed was the white plain walls of the Med-Bay. The memories flickered through her head like a flashing light. Y/n looked down to her bandage arm she peeled it back a bit, by looking at her wound she guessed she might have been out a little over a day and a half.

She grabbed the cords attached to her body and yanked them out causing the heart monitor to start flatlining. Wanda shot right up out of a dead sleep at the sound, looking over to make sure her friend was okay. Y/n didn't even know she was there until she spoke up "Oh good you're alive."

Y/n grimaced "Very much so. How long have I been out?"

"A little over a day," Wanda said confirming what she thought. "After FRIDAY alerted us, Barnes got there first to see you all bruised and bloody."

Y/n could tell Wanda was trying to keep the conversation light which she appreciated. She rolled her eyes and chuckled "You should see the other guy."

"Oh trust me I did." Wanda grinned. "I should probably go get bruce though so I'll be right back."

Wanda left her room. Bruce came in and checked her vitals and drew some blood just to make sure there wasn't anything toxic left in her blood. He said that they couldn't use the cradle because it could harm her further so there would be a scar. But Y/n didn't mind much a little bit of meditation and it would be long gone.

Wanda gave Y/n her phone but had to go because Vision needed some help. Y/n was checking some emails and she heard a little sniffle. She looked up to see a red-eyed Peter peaking into her room. She set down her phone and motioned him over. "Hey, Peter what's wrong?"

Peter seemed a little unsure of himself hesitating to speak. He once again sniffles wiping his face with his shirt. In a little voice, he mumbled, "I was scared you were going to die."

Y/n's heart broke into a million little pieces. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to comfort him but she didn't know-how. Y/n did the only thing she knew how. Made a joke out of it. "Oh, Pete you know some half-ass assassin can't get the best of me."

Peter chuckled also while hiccuping. He looked down then back at her. He rushed toward Y/n wrapping his arms around her. Y/n slowly wrapped her arm around him the stayed like that for a few seconds. She rubbed his back and patted it. "Can't breathe. Super strength." She choked out.

Peter pulled back standing next to her bed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly "I forgot sorry."

"Don't worry about it. And hey get some sleep I'm the one in the Med-bay and you look worst than me."

Peter promised he would. He gave her a get-well card that he bought with his aunt May. He turned to leave. Bucky was standing in the doorway. Peter told him he could go in and left.

Bucky walked into the room. Y/n's face lit up when she noticed him standing there. "Well look who it is. My savior."

Bucky gave a small chuckle. He looked her over. He can't get the image of her lying limp in his arms out of his head. He doesn't think he's ever been that scared or panicked in his life. It became blurry to him after she passed out. He vaguely remembers carrying her the few feet to the med bay and Bruce ordering someone to get him out. Funny how someone can change your life within a few months of knowing them.

"How are you doing." He breathed out turning serious. He sat in the chair next to her bed setting her clothes on the tabled next to them. He couldn't explain it he felt like it was her fault she was in here. Even if he hasn't done it personally.

"Good, I'm good. How's Alpine? I know she has separation anxiety."

"Well, last night she somehow got into my room again. And right now I think she's with Wanda. I'm pretty sure she sneaks her extra treats."

Y/n and Bucky continued to talk. She genuinely enjoyed his company. There was a feeling that she didn't want to name that started to open up whenever he came around. They decided to watch a movie. Y/n was sitting crisscross applesauce and Bucky had his feet kicked up onto her bed while laying back in the chair.

"You actually liked this movie," Bucky exclaimed. Y/n got to pick the movie and she picked newsies. She thought it was the right thing to choose considering it's about young boys in New York. Though it was a little before his time it was basic Bucky and Steve.

"Yes, it was my favorite movie of my teen years. Believe it or not, I thought their New Yorker accents were really hot."

Bucky laughed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing "No way. They are so bad. They aren't even accurate."

"Hey don't judge. I can't help what my teenage hormones find attractive." She jokingly kicked his feet and he put his arms up defensively.

"I'm not, I'm not. It's just that I don't see you like that type of girl. Back in my day, they use to associate accents with thugs or gangs."

"It's the 21st-century hun. Times are different." She put her non-injured hand on her hip.

Bucky raised his eyebrows and smirked "So I'm seeing."

The buzzing of Y/n phone interrupted their conversation. The caller ID read Anthony Y/n put up a finger to signal to give her a moment. She clicked the accept button and a nervous sounding Tony picked up "Hey Y/n how are you? I heard what happened."

Y/n? He never uses her real. That only means one thing. He did something that could potentially piss her off. She was out for one day and this is what happens. "What did you do Tony."

"Okay look so don't be mad when I tell you. Meet me in the debriefing room in 10." He hung up before she got the chance to object.

Y/n slide to the edge of the bed. She swung her feet over. She attempted to stand up but when she put pressure on her foot she nearly collapsed. Y/n didn't remember hitting her foot or anything but it must have been when she dove over her desk. Bucky put his hands on her waist to steady her. "Woah you okay there doll?"

"Yeah. Can you like?" She made a turning motion with her hand. Bucky immediately stood up and turned around.

Y/n took off her hospital gown. Buck caught a glance of 2 long scars crossing her stomach and what looked like to be a burn on her hip through the reflection of the window. He quickly turned away out of respect. Y/n slide on her pants and cleared her throat. "I'm done."

Bucky turns around and sees her supporting most of her weight on her right foot. "Do you want me to get you crutches or a wheelchair?"

"Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good super soldier right here?"

She hobbled over to Bucky and wrapped her good arm around his waist. He rolled his eyes at her being difficult but put his arm around her. He wouldn't admit it but he secretly liked it and thought it was sweet.

They got down to the debriefing room. Tony was pacing around the front muttering something to himself. Y/n and Bucky took up the last two seats. Y/n's foot was throbbing so she put it on the table to elevate it. They waited a couple of minutes for him to start. Natasha finally decided to speak up getting annoyed "You want to tell us what this was about before you burn a hole in the carpet."

Tony stopped to look at them and started to pace again "Okay so I didn't tell you guys everything. That meeting I had was with the UN. They are trying to get General Ross to be ahead of the Avengers instead of Nick Fury."

He paused to let them take it in. Some were confused, and a couple were mad. "Wait are they just trying to do this since we didn't sign the Sakovia accords?" Steve said what most were thinking.

"See that's what I said but they were talking about some bullshit about us being unorganized and dangerous. And the only way they'd stop it is if someone took a truth serum and I said Y/n would."

Oh, this is why he told her not to get mad. She had to take a deep breath so she wouldn't pull off her shoe and beat him with it. Is he stupid? He's a genius but he can't think before he speaks. "So how does it work?" Clint asked.

"Well, they will hook you up to a lie detector machine and inject you with the truth serum. The way it works is that every time you lie the serum will start to burn and your heart rate will start to accelerate."

"So what all do I have to lie about." Y/n finally questioned. She was chewing her lip in contemplation. She's pulled off worst than this and has had more on the line than this.

"What I know for sure is that I said you've been with us for 2 years, you can't tell them how you got that cut and anything that can potentially get us into trouble. Also, you can't take any strong pain meds."

"So basically she has to have one hell of a poker face," Bucky concluded.

Y/n sighs and rubs her head."How long do I have."

"12 hours until wheels up." Tony better buy me so many boxes of pizza she thinks.

Bucky watched as Y/n sat on the floor crisscross applesauce. Her back is the door and the only light in the room is the light from the hallway in the quinjet. Y/n could hear the soft buzz of Bucky's metal arm with her eyes still close she says "You know you can come in Sarge."

That startles Bucky. He walked into the room and sat on the floor taking up space next to her. He looked at her "I came to tell you we are almost there. Are you nervous?"

Y/n thought for a few seconds. Most people in her position would probably be pissing their pants at this moment. Having to go in front of the United Nations and lie straight to their faces. So she answered truthfully "No, no I'm not."

Bucky was surprised. She was genuine in her answer. If it was him he would be having a near stroke. "Really? Anyway so why do meditate it doesn't actually help with anything."

"Actually it does. It helps with my heart rate and it helps me heal faster."

"Oh?" He looked at her expectingly obviously not believing her.

She kicked out her leg and lifted the pant leg to her suit. The bruise was gone and she rotated her foot and wiggle her toes to prove she wasn't in any pain.

Y/n grabbed his shoulder as a crutch to help her get up and grabbed her heels. Bucky looked up at her. "You know I can't seem to figure you out."

Y/n paused and pursed her lips in thought "Somethings are better off left as mysteries." She patted his shoulder and walked out.

Wanda, Natasha, and Y/n broke off from the rest of the Avengers, having to go to the medical room so she could get a mini medical exam.

The girls walk through security. Natasha dropped all of her weapons in a bin so she could pick them up later. They put a device around Wanda's neck so she couldn't use her powers. Y/n could see how uncomfortable it made her. She walked over to Wanda and whispered "I feel bad you have to wear that. You didn't have to come."

Wanda looked at her and have a small sad smile "What you're about to do is worst than this. It's the least I can do for you helping us."

Y/n nodded to her. Security officers escorted them to the medical room. They had Y/n sit on a bed. They made her pee in a cup, took her blood, and checked her medical history. Natasha was giving her advice. While she knew most things it was still nice having someone coach her through and remind her of it.

When they finished Wanda went to join the rest of the Avengers. Natasha walked her to the door she adjusted Y/n's suit "You've got this. We'll be supporting you in the crowd."

"Thank you Nat for everything really." She hugged her and Natasha gave Y/n's arm a reassuring squeeze.

Y/n took a deep breath. She stepped into the room. The room was a half-circle shape with large windows behind it. In the back were journalists and reporters. And in the front were the UN personnel were located. Y/n walked past the Avengers and took her seat in the middle of the room.

Y/n could feel everyone's eyes on her. She got blinded momentarily from the flashes of the cameras. She looked over to the Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Steve at the end. Bucky in the middle. And Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision on the other end. Wanda gave her 2 thumbs up and Y/n smiled back at her.

Staff came over and started to unpack and hook her up to the lie detector machine. They took off the jacket to her suit and connected wires to three fingers on her right hand. They put a blood pressure cuff on her left tricep and inflated it. Ross stood up and cleared his throat being the room's attention on him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm General Ross and I will be doing the questioning on the behalf of the UN."

He turned his gaze to Y/n. "We're going to test the lie detector first." Y/n nodded to him and he began.

"Is your legal name Y/n Y/l/n?"

"Yes." Y/n states.

"True." The man in the chair next to her says.

He looked down at the paper he had in his hand looking for his next question. "Very well. Were you born Y/B/D 1995?"

"Yes."

"True."

"Are you nervous?"

Natasha's words come back to Y/n. Lie once. Lie about something small. So they don't get suspicious. Y/n let her heart rate pick up a bit and purposely avoided eye contact. "No."

"Lie."

"It's okay to be nervous. God knows I would." Ross joked a few people chuckled and Y/n had to physically hold back an eye roll. He thinks he got her but in reality, he's right where she wanted.

He nodded to the staff and they walked over to her and began to prep her. They cleaned a small area of her arm with an alcohol pad. "This might hurt a bit." One muttered.

They stuck the needle into her arm and injected the serum. At first, it felt cool but then it hit her all at once it felt like someone poured a pan of grease on her. Y/n's skin was on fire, she bit her cheek so hard it nearly drew blood.

Bucky watched as Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If it was anything like the Super Soldier serum he knew it burn. She opened her eyes and if he didn't witness it he wouldn't even know it happened seconds ago.

General Ross walked back to the front and began to speak "We are ready to proceed. Did it hurt? I've never tried it."

"Yes." Like a bitch.

"What role do you play for the Avengers? Tony mentioned you've been there for 2 years."

"I'm their Chief Physician." The second part of his sentence was a statement so she missed lying by an inch.

"True."

He asked questions like that for a while or worded them differently. The questions were getting repetitive and Y/n was getting bored and impatient. She hasn't had to lie yet not that she wanted to. Especially not when she has the truth serum from hell injected in her veins.

"Have the Avengers ever put you in any unnecessary danger?" Ross questioned.

"Never." She replied trying not to bounce her leg.

"True."

"Tell me Miss Y/l/n how did you get that cut? It looks pretty deep." He paused seemingly watching for her reaction.

"My cat. She has some pretty mean claws." Y/n stated without missing a beat. She felt the burn of the serum. It wasn't as bad as the injection but damn did it fucking hurt. Despite that Y/n kept a straight face starting to get annoyed with him. She could hear the flutter of the cameras.

"True."

"Would you consider Miss Maximoff unstable in any way, shape, or form?"

Y/n has to stop her eyes from going wide. What the hell kind of question was that besides rude. It's like he wants her to lash out at him. "No."

The man watches the monitor for a few seconds "True." He finally says.

"Would you consider Mr. Barnes dangerous?"

The audacity of this man. You want to see someone dangerous? Let's see how dangerous I am when I choke you out with this cord that's wrapped around my finger- "No"

"True."

"Are you aware of his past?"

"Very much so. And that where it should stay the past. I don't know what you're trying to get at general."

"True."

"Were you aware that we are starting a search for Lilith and anyone with information on her that doesn't come forward will be sent to the raft? And were you aware that if we find her we are ordered to kill on sight?"

Y/n gets a bitter taste in her mouth. This cannot be happening. She can't freak out right now. She clenched her jaw "No I was not aware of either."

"True."

"Very well that's all." Ross returned to his seat among the UN.

The staff came over and unhooked her from the machine. Y/n felt like she could finally breathe. She stood up and walked out without glancing back. The Avengers did the same meanwhile getting swarmed with paparazzi.

Part 8

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lilallama · 4 years ago

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Valentines Day

TW: Obsessive behaviour, mentioning of stealing and slight homophobia, proceed with caution!

"Taehyung sweetie, wake up.~"

I groan and turn in my sheets, slowly regaining consciousness. "I've prepared you breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs." The clacking of my mother's heels echoed through the hall as she went away. Groggily I sit up and stretch. I push my bangs out of my eyes I stare towards the window to my left. The sun shines through the thin curtains casting an orange light on my bedroom wall. I yawn and stand up, pulling the curtains aside and flooding the room with light. I take a moment to look outside, admiring our beautiful garden before remembering what day it is. Today is Valentines day! My God/Goddess asked me to meet up with them. Oh, spending Valentines with my saviour is the best thing to have ever happened to me!

I rush to pick out a white dress shirt, a khaki sweater vest with a black pair of slacks. After also brushing through my hair to untangle any knots I opened my secret Y/n shrine. The picture of their smiling face makes my heart pound so fast. They are otherworldly, absolutely ethereal! I take out a shirt of theirs which I borrowed a while ago. If I close my eyes it still smells like them, it's addictive.

Just to make sure that no items were robbed from their place I go through all items once again. Five chewed on pencils, a small box of empty wrappers, my 20 most favourite photos of them, the candle they accidentally bit into because they thought it was edible, the borrowed shirt, a pair of their underwear, a bunch of pins and hair ties they touched, the bundle of 36 hair strands I managed to collect (I only collect the hairs that have fallen out, I would never dare to cut or rip out my God's/Goddess' hair) and my water bottle which they drank out of (I had to buy a new one to keep this in my shrine but it was so worth it). All my items were there.

Suddenly I hear clacking and a small thud. I turn around in confusion, what just happened? But then I hear Yeontan's bark from the other side of the door. He ran against the door again. I can't help but laugh as I go to open the door for him. He jumps up a bit so I kneel down to pet him. "I'm meeting up with Y/n today, isn't that exciting!" Yeontan immediately started yapping, he loved my God/Goddess almost as much as I do. It's really incredible what an effect Y/n has on everyone, they all seem to love them. Well, then again that is expected to be the case considering Y/n is such a godly being.

"Taehyung!" "I'm coming!" My mother called me again. "Come on, boy." I hurry downstairs with Yeontan following me. "Good morning, Ma. Good morning, Pa." My father nodded at me while my mother beckoned me to sit down and eat. While I finish my breakfast my mother was talking about a lot of stuff. "Have you heard, they're trying to make gay marriage legal here. That is complete nonsense! God created a man and a woman for a reason." I have no clue what my mother was raging about. I concluded that she's probably just misinformed, Y/n said that being part of the lgbtq community is completely natural and alright. I know they know better than anyone else. "What's so bad about it, Ma?" My mother looked at me with horror. "They can't help who they're attracted to. It's all natural, isn't it?" My mother shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed, "Being gay or trans or something is inherently selfish! Gays are selfish! Men and women were created by God to conceive a child and stop the human kind from getting extinct. Trans are selfish! God gave you a body and you chose to change it in it's entirety! Such behaviour is unacceptable." "But I thought God loves everyo-" "Where have you even gotten that idea? Maybe you should go back to homeschooling. Clearly these other kids are having a bad influence on you." I look over to my father who just continues reading the newspaper. I respect my mother but she clearly isn't ready yet for the wisdom Y/n has bestowed upon me. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. "Look at the time we'll have to go now." Right, it was Sunday which means we're going to church. I always like going there, the windows astound me everytime. And the pastor is always so welcoming and friendly. I vividly remember asking him about the lgbtq community after Y/n had told me about them. He said that God loves everyone regardless of their sexuality or gender identity. He truly is a wise man.

As soon as we returned my father got a call from a business partner. They said they'd have to go now and want me to take Yeontan with me to my meet up. While I was a bit saddened that I couldn't be alone with my God/Goddess I decided it wouldn't be a problem.

Yeontan excitedly trots besides me as I make my way to the place where my saviour and I would meet up. I debated getting them a bouquet of red roses for Valentines day, but figured that the 20 letters, 12 stuffed animals and 18 bouquets I gave them during the past week would be enough, for now. As I make my way there I couldn't conceal the excitement I felt. Getting the chance to spend time with my Master/Mistress was something I believed I'd only ever dream about. The euphoria I feel from the mere thought of getting to see them today is dizzying.

Suddenly Yeontan starts barking and storms off. He never leaves my side, that's why he's not kept on a leash. To see him run away from me like that was surprising at best. But then I notice the reason for his behaviour. The puppy ran towards Y/n who was waiting for me a few metres away. How could I have just ignored my saviour like that! What I did was unacceptable. I would punish myself, but it would likely ruin Y/n's day, I can't let that happen. So I run after Yeontan, towards my God/Goddess.

"Good morning, Y/n! I'm sorry about him." I look down at Yeontan who's still getting pet by Y/n. He better cherish that they're even looking at him. It's bad enough that he practically demanded pats from them. So disrespectful. "No worries. He's so adorable!" At least Y/n seemed to enjoy his behaviour. I doubt it would work if I behaved that way towards them, but that's for another day to find out. "I dearly hope you didn't have to wait too long." They smile up at me. Oh, their smile is to die for. So incredibly perfect! I feel my knees getting weak. "Don't worry about it. I just arrived too." Yeontan started barking again and was noe excitedly jumping around, making Y/n laugh. "Awe! Yeontan is so adorable. I didn't know you'd take him with you." "It was unexpected for me as well." They stand up and take my hand. My heart is beating so fast, I feel as if I'm about to explode. It's getting harder to breathe. "Let's go now!" We start walking along the path with Yeontan rushing after us.

We sat outside a small café and each ordered our desired dessert. "Have you ever been on a date?" That question caught me off guard. "Oh, no. I haven't." I believe that much was quite obvious, but perhaps I was mistaken. They look surprised, shocked almost. "Really? How come? Aren't you getting asked out left and right?" "I suppose I just never had interest in anyone. I barely know those who ask me out. They're all so shallow to confess without knowing anything about me." Just then the waiter returned with our desserts. We thank him before we start eating.

Both of us watch as Yeontan is running around and playing in the snow. I look over to see Y/n smile at him, leading me to also smile. I adore their smile. Everything about them is so perfect. I could stare at them for hours and never get bored. Each detail is something new, something beautiful to discover. Unable to take y eyes off them I-

"Excuse me." Who dares interrupt my special time with my God/Goddess?! Two girls stood next our table. One almost cowering behind the other and mumbling something along the lines of, "Oh my god, no. Jess, don't." But I really couldn't care less. "My friend thinks you're really cute and was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with her." So annoying. I eye them down and make one thing clear. "I'm not interested." The girl cowering behind the other looked disappointed, perhaps ashamed. Good. She should be. After they interrupted my date with the Y/n they can go burn for all I care. "Have a good day." After the girls back away with the other girl exclaiming, "What a jerk!" I turn my attention back to Y/n. "Uhm, wasn't that a bit harsh?" They looked unsure. "Was it? I thought it was reasonable. Better to tell the truth than lead them on, am I correct?" They took another bite of their dessert. "I guess you're right."

We had a grand time strolling through the park, even having a snowball fight. They won. Obviously I could not compete with my God/Goddess, no one could ever. Yeontan was also very entertained as he kept trying to catch the snowballs as they flew over his head. Soon the sun began setting. It was incredible how fast the time flew by. Both our clothes were slightly damp due to the snow. I didn't think much about it untill Y/n began shivering. No no no no! My saviour could get sick, or die! I couldn't let that happen. I take off my jacket and gently place it over their shoulders. "But, won't you be cold?" I give them a reassured smile. "Don't worry about me, my God/Goddess. If I may, I'd love to accompany on your way home." They let out a bashful chuckle, making me melt. I feel my entire body heating up from that gorgeous chuckle. Their power over me is simply astounding.

All the way home I keep my arm atound them in hopes of providing some form of warmth for them. I cannot bear knowing that they're freezing. Never would I be able to forgive myself if they'd catch a cold. Yeontan was also slowly getting tired, which was by bo means a surprise considering how he played and jumped around all day. "Thank you for bring me home, Taehyung." Hearing them say my name makes my entire body tingle and flutter. "You do not have to thank me, Y/n. It was an honour!" Whatever I expected, it was not feeling their lips against mine. My mind went blank and I could barely stand. I felt dizzy, yet so so good! They gave me my jacket back after the short peck and laughed. "Goodnight!" Then they went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a moment, shocked at what had happened yet freling absolute bliss. After a minute or so I manage to finally pull myself together. I put on my jacket, it smells like them! And then I picked Yeontan up and walked home.

Oh, this day was the best I've ever had!

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thewritepages · 3 years ago

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The Diary of the Older Collegiate (#TheFreshman Series) (1)

Synopsis : Annabelle Green is somewhat in a situation no thirty year woman would want to find herself in : (Un) Happily divorced, childless and with a job worth peanuts and migraine. The downward spiral of her life doesn't seem to end anytime soon until her sister reminds her of her most cherished dream.

College.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

MAY 3, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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I hate myself.

No, really. I may have called it once or twice in the past due to mild anger or frustration, but this.

This is real.

I mean, I may be the only person who would:

A) Cry over a failed marriage during an interview

B) Scratch that, cry over a failed marriage in midst of the most IMPORTANT interview in my entire career!

C) Go straight to the pub later to drown my sorrows when I know perfectly well what would happen if I do get drunk.

D) Do what would be obvious to a broken-hearted, career destroyed, thirty year old drunk woman: Leave a string of carefully selected profanities on the voice mail of my beloved ex-husband.

E) Waking up several hours later on the side of god-knows-what street staring in horror at the drunken messages I've sent to everyone in my cell's contact list- which would also include my parents.

And to think of it, I managed it all in little less than 12 hours last night.

I think I'll just dig a burrow in my apartment and never come out of it. Wait a minute...

That's it! I'm never leaving my apartment again. It'll be perfect- I'll take up one of those work-at-home jobs they always advertise on the internet, eat ramen noodles for sustenance and stay protected from the world outside throughout my life.

In fact, I'll tip off my doorman to tell my family that I've left to pursue my inner self and I may never come back again. As many years pass by, my family would mourn over my presumed death while I get a plastic surgery done and change my name to something untraceable like Ronal Wallis.

Oh, jolly good! A brilliant idea. Why didn't I ever think of this before?

MAY 3, 2019.

13.30 P.M.

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Err; maybe the whole change-my-identity-and-live-happily plan didn't exactly work.

Don't get me wrong, it didn't totally blow up or anything. My doorman, Steve did his job perfectly, informing my sister that I have indeed joined Deepak Chopra on a journey to find myself in a tiny village in the Himalayan Valleys. He narrated the story in such a sober tone that even I found myself believing him for a moment.

But Steve and I didn't realize that in order to leave the country, I would actually need my passport- The passport which is still in my ex-husband's apartment along with the rest of the stuff I was going to pick up this week.

Unfortunately, my sister was very much aware of this piece of information.

"Anna, it's been two months. You've got to get your shit together. You cannot stay dep-" I gave my sister a warning glance.

Not the D-word. Definitely not the D-word.

"I'm completely fine."I mumbled, looking down at the dregs of my empty coffee mug.

"No, you're not completely fine Annabelle Green. You've stopped calling, stop visiting all of us. Hell, nowadays you don't even get your ass out of the bed. Now, I know what Luc-"she stopped short, taking in my pained expression.

Another word I do not want to hear – Luc- Lucas.

Lucas .Lucas. Lucas.

"I'm sorry," Kat, my sister, bowed her head down low. "I shouldn't have brought him up."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." My eyes closed from exhaustion. "Kat, why are you here?"

"Well, last night you-"

"I KNOW. It was a mistake. And I think I sent an explanatory text earlier this morning."

"That won't stop me from checking up on you, Anna. I'm bloody worried about you."

My eyes descend down to her enormous belly. She shouldn't worry about me right now- I'm not the one who is due for two bouncing baby boys in less than two months.

Did I just say bouncing? Oh, Lord.

"How're the boys kickin'?" I pat her belly gently, forcing myself to smile.

Her face instantly relaxes. "Oh, they're kickin', all right," she smiles at me, "Didn't give me a wink of sleep last week."

Well, that makes the two of us.

"I can't wait for little John and Paul to meet their ol' Aunt Anna." At least this was true. The arrival of my twin nephews is the only thing keeping me up for the past couple of months.

"Anna, we have talked about this. I'm not naming the kids after The Beatles."

"Why not? I recommend you have another set of twin boys so we'll have the entire boy band in our family."

"And have four crazy boys running around the household? No thanks. Phil and I would probably die of insanity."

Sigh. Phil and Kat. Their story is the closest you'd ever get to a fairytale- childhood sweethearts; they were two young teenagers wildly in love but were painfully separated to colleges at the opposite ends of the country. When it looked like it was truly over between them, they reconciled during the summer after college. It was literally The Notebook all over again, leaving out all the letter writing and the crazy house building. I don't think Phil is capable of fixing a broken lock, let alone build an entire house.

Suddenly, I felt someone holding my hand tightly. I look up to see Kat's eyes filled with tears. "Annie, come home. Mum and Dad miss you. I miss you. We want to stay with you in these difficult times. A few days away from Seattle will do you good. "She gets up. "Mum, Dad and Phil are waiting for us in the car downstairs. I'll help you pack up."

My heart softens, but I raise my eyebrows in sarcasm. "So, they sent you to emotionally blackmail me, right? Well, it's working, Mommy –in-waiting."

She tweaks my nose playfully. "It always does, baby sis."

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kz-i-co · 4 years ago

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Incomparable: Part II

Summary: As you feel like you and Kihyun's relationship start to develop, something or someone gets in the way.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun/ Reader

Genre: Angst x fluff

Words: 2.6k

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Part 1

A/N: I was thinking about this for a while now......but I might rewrite this one, so please stand by

"Hey you made it." Jooheon smiled as soon as you and Kihyun walked through the door.

"Yeah sorry I'm late. I had to speak with my professor."

"You're here that's all that matters." You couldn't help but blush.

Jooheon still gave you feelings you couldn't explain but now Kihyun was in the picture. You liked seeing his playful side and he really showed to be a caring person but how were things going to change now.

"(Y/N) come on. You need to try this cake that Gihyun made. It's amazing."

"Stop." Gihyun blushed.

"No seriously. You should be a culinary major." He continued complimenting.

"Hey thank you for bringing my canvas." You said to Gihyun.

"No problem (Y/N)." She smiled warmly.

"I love my gift. Can't believe how talented you are. You made me look dope." He smiled showing off his dimples.

"Hey dude." Wonho greeted Kihyun as he leaned against the wall on the opposite side. "What's with you?"

"W-what? Nothing." He shook off. He glanced at you still engaged with Jooheon. You were smiling and laughing and he can tell you were enjoying his company.

"You reek of jealousy."

"What would I be jealous of?" He snipped.

"Obviously the cute girl talking to Jooheon you entered with."

"It's so cute." He continued as he leaned forward to pinch his cheeks but Kihyun quickly stopped him.

"I'm not jealous. I was helping her out with Jooheon, that's all."

"If you say so."

"Hey (Y/N), if you want, there is a concert in the park tomorrow. You want to go?" Jooheon asked you. Was he asking you out? Oh no, what should you do. "I understand if you have something planned already with Kihyun."

"No, I don't have any plans tomorrow."

"Great. It will be fun."

"I'm bringing the snacks." Gihyun winked. She's going? Maybe it's not what you think.

"Hey let me get your number so I can tell you the details." Jooheon smiled and you blushed as you gave him your phone.

"Cute wallpaper." He said handing it back.

"Thank you."

"Jooheon." More people walked into the tight dorm. "Happy birthday."

"I'll be right back." He started walking away. "There's tons of food, eat up." He left you alone with your thoughts.

You looked around not sure what to do until your eyes spotted a lonely Kihyun sipping down a drink while playing on his phone.

"Hey." You greeted.

He looked up at you all flushed. You figured it was his drink taking control.

"Thanks again, for what you did."

"Why do you keep thanking me, It was my fault." He arched his eyebrows.

"It was both of our faults, but it was fun doing it." You smiled.

"If you say so."

"Are you drunk?" You leaned forward looking in his drowsy eyes.

"No." He stood up straight, denying.

"I think you are." You gave a slight giggle.

"(Y/N) were playing beer pong come on." Jooheon smiled.

"Um." You looked back at Kihyun but he was already out the door. "Wait."

"Come on (Y/N)." Gihyun continued.

You just shrugged it off hoping he was okay.

....

You looked around causally trying to spot Kihyun as you hung out with Jooheon and Gihyun. The more you hung out with Gihyun the more you disliked her. She had a comment for everything, and always had to one up herself for everything that came out of your mouth. Like she was competing with you.

"I'm going to use the restroom." You told Jooheon as he nodded. You had to get away from Gihyun and her constant chatting. The closer you traveled down the hall, you heard loud music of people singing along and the loud chaos of people cheering.

"Bang bang bang!" You turned the corner seeing a crowd in the hang out as two figures were singing along to the tv as it layered lyrics down the screen as they stood on the couch.

This can't be good this late at night.

You got closer about to head down the other hall until the familiar voice got you off guard. Kihyun? Oh no.

"Yeojadeureun get low. Danggyeora BANG BANG BANG- Hey (Y/N)!" Kihyun made eye contact with you. "Come up here."

You just shook your head.

"Please."

"What the fuck is going on?" The RN came in as you were quick to get Jooheon.

"Um Jooheon." You started but you could feel a sudden presence behind you.

"Jooheon you said you were gonna keep this party out of control."

"What are you talking about?" He looked at the RN.

"Your friends are drunk and causing a ruckus. Please just send everyone back to their rooms before we get into trouble." She left in a rush.

You followed Jooheon back out to the hangout as everyone was already gone. "Sorry Jooheon." A boy with blonde hair spoke.

"Minhyuk, where is Kihyun?" He pointed to a figure laying on the floor against the wall.

"Shit." Jooheon mumbled concerned for his friend. "Kihyun doesn't do this, ever. I've seen him drunk before but not this bad."

"I'll help clean up Jooheon." Gihyun said sweetly.

"I'll take Kihyun to his room." It was your turn to speak.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." You smiled and was already on the move.

"Okay, let's go." You grabbed his hands trying to pull him up. "Let's get you to bed."

"I can sleep here." He said pulling you down to lay on the floor. He wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you cutely. Okay maybe Kihyun was the cutest drunk ever.

"Kihyun, we need to lay in our beds not the floor." You giggled.

"My bed is like a hour away. I'll just stay here." He whispered.

"This floor is disgusting." You whined. "How about my bed? It's closer."

He hummed in agreement but still chose not to move. "Kihyun." You whispered closer to you but he bumped his head against yours causing you both to winch away.

"Who are you?"

"(Y/N)." You giggled some more. But he just looked at you trying to be proven correct.

"I wished you like me instead."

You immediately felt that punch in the gut feeling. The short time you knew him, he wasn't very keen on sharing but he liked you, it was confirmed.

He didn't deserve you by the way you look at it. You used him for his friend and continued to like his friend. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for him but you couldn't forget about the other.

"Let's go. For real this time." You continued to help him back to your bed.

Once you finally settled him down, your friend must of slept somewhere since she was no where to be found. You attempted to sleep in her bed until Kihyun's clingy ass forced you in your own bed with him. He was definitely not what you expected when he drinks.

The next morning, you woke from Kihyun quickly getting up alerted.

"Kihyun?"

"Sorry (Y/N) I'm gonna be late for my showcase."

"What showcase?" You asked yawning.

"My photography course. I'll see you later."

You got ready as the day was starting and quickly made your way out of the dorm.

"Hey (Y/N)." Jooheon smiled as he approached you with Gihyun.

"Hey."

"The concert got cancelled, on the count of rain...." He began. "But did you want to do something anyway?"

"Umm....okay." You shrugged.

"We're so happy we bumped into you. We were just thinking what we should do." Gihyun spoke with that annoying fake tone. "It's funny, we were just talking about you and how amazing your artwork is."

"How long have you been painting?" She continued.

"About 12 years." You said clearly uncomfortable with her as Jooheon just nodded along.

"Wow. You and Kihyun are so artistic. Probably why you make such a great pair."

"Thanks....technically we're not a pair."

"Not yet, at least." She giggled as you tried not to roll your eyes.

"Well it was nice talking to you guys, I'm gonna run." You waved goodbye as you continued to get your morning coffee you were urging for.

"(Y/N)! Wait up!" Jooheon ran after you.

"Hey."

"Wait, so you and Kihyun aren't together?" He asked confused.

"No, we're just friends. We've only met recently for tutoring."

"Oh okay.....Look I know Gihyun wants to do something but you busy right now? We can do something just the two of us?" Oh no. Why were you still feeling flustered when Kihyun is the one you should like.

"Um....no, I'm just getting coffee." You smiled.

"Mind if I join you?" His tone was sweet.

"No." Yes. Why was this happening now?

"I'm sorry that Gihyun is constantly clinging on to me." He laughed. "I mean, she's great and all but I don't want to hang out with her 24/7. I need a break."

"Well, she likes you." You laughed.

"Ha no."

"Yes. I thought you guys were together at first."

"I guess we were both wrong." He smiled with a slight blush warming his cheeks.

"How long have you and Kihyun been friends?"

"We met our third year of high school." Jooheon opened the door for you.

"Did he ever sing at all?" You couldn't help but wondered about the boy that was slowly taking your heart.

"Sure, I mean no more then the average person, but it wasn't something he showed interest in." You ordered your drinks and sat down.

"Well he should." He smiled at your response.

...

You knocked on Kihyun's door and answered it, dressed all neat and formal. "Hey." You began confused. "How was your showcase?"

"Fine." He shrugged. You followed him into the dorm as he was setting up his portfolio.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You couldn't help but wonder.

"Not really."

"Just want to say that you are a very cute drunk." You laughed.

"Great, you saw a side I probably didn't want you to see." He rolled his eyes.

"Nah, I liked it." You bit your lip. "Very clingy, I should add."

"Is something wrong?" You asked from his silence.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering why you aren't with Jooheon right now." He began.

"Well....I was with him before, but it was just coffee."

"Ah...so he asked you out, like you wanted?" He laughed like nothing was different.

"It was just coffee, I wouldn't really call it a date." You looked at him confused. "Why are we talking about this?"

"Well....it turns out that Jooheon likes you. I guess you got your wish."

"He likes me? How do you even know that?"

"Because he told me." He finally looked at you, putting his work down. "I guess we're done here."

"But what about yesterday?"

"We can forget about that. We just got caught up in the moment."

You shrugged confused. "Kihyun-"

"It's okay (Y/N), Jooheon likes you. That's great." Sure he was right, you should be happy but why weren't you. Seeing Jooheon early, still gave you all those old feelings but now everything was different. "You don't owe me anything (Y/N). It was the deal remember."

"I don't understand-"

"You like him and now he likes you. It's what you wanted."

"Did something happen between you two?" You continued to ask from the sudden change in his behavior. He was acting the way you first met him.

"No, he was just asking about you. I'm sorry I really need to finish this."

"But Kihyun." You were at a loss of words.

"(Y/N)." He gave you a look you didn't quite understand. He was clearly hurt and trying to push you away.

....

You couldn't stop thinking about Kihyun. Why was he lying to you? What happened this morning?

You quickly rushed through the door. "Where were you all day?" Your friend asked.

"Oh um....The concert in the park."

"Wasn't that cancelled?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Yeah." You sighed. "I was with Jooheon and his side dish Gihyun, who clearly can't take a hint."

"Still competing with that girl?" She laughed.

"I really don't think I want to. I think I'm ready to move on."

"Don't tell me its because of Kihyun?"

"Why not?"

"Nothing, I just thought you were into Jooheon." She smiled. "I was confused because everyone is saying you're with Kihyun. Remember you both mysteriously walked in covered in paint."

"We were just goofing off." You said hiding the truth. Not that you knew yourself. You didn't know where things stood now. You felt something with that kiss and you sensed he did too. But now Jooheon was interested and Kihyun was acting like he supports it. You feel like everything is all mixed up now and you didn't know what to do.

"Sure. You've guys been attached lately."

"I don't know what to do." You sighed siting on the bed. "I like Jooheon but now since Kihyun and I kissed, I'm having mixed feelings."

"Excuse me! You kissed?" She looked at you baffled that you completely forgot to even mention it.

"I thought I told you."

"You certainly had not! When?"

"Yesterday. I was cleaning the art room and he came and helped me and then we started dancing and it just happened."

"So now what are you going to do?" She asked. "You don't want to string on two guys."

"I'm not." You whined. "Kihyun doesn't even like me, at least that's what he said."

"It's hard, if you're making it hard."

"Are you going to go talk to him?" Sowon asked as you gathered your belongs since class was almost over.

"Talk to who?"

"Kihyun dummy."

"Why would I do that?" You kept asking.

"Because you like him."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I'm not an idiot (Y/N), you've fallen for him hard, and it seems like he thinks you and Jooheon can be all happy together but that's probably because he doesn't know that you like him back."

"Kihyun hates me. It's no use."

"Then maybe staring at him the whole class should be stopped." She smirked.

"You know what.....whatever." You got up.

"It's true." She laughed. "You and Kihyun sitting in a tree...."

"Please shut up, he's right there."

Then class started piling out. "Hey Kihyun (Y/N) wants to ask you something."

He looked at you with no mood in his expression and continued leaving with the class.

"Ouch."

"I told you. He hates me."

"So......go kiss and make up with him."

"Kihyun please wait." You caught up with him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"What do you want, trouble in paradise?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't lie."

"You told Jooheon I liked him? He told me last night."

"That wasn't a lie." He arched his eyebrows.

"You said you weren't gonna say anything."

"I was just trying to speed up the process, it was getting exhausting."

"I want the truth. We seemed fine and all of a sudden you're being your old jerk self again." You folded your arms.

"He asked about you." He shrugged.

"Like how?"

"He said he liked you, what more information do you need?"

"So what?"

"You like Jooheon, why are you questioning this?" He sounded offended.

"Maybe I changed my mind." You shrugged.

"Well then I can't help you there."

"Why are you acting like such an idiot. Yes I liked Jooheon but it changed once we started hanging out and now things feel different."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He looked at you puzzled. You nodded confirming. "You're choosing me over him?"

"Why are you acting so surprised. I'm the one that should be surprised. You have been such a jerk to me. Who knew." He finally smiled.

"So finding out Jooheon likes you, means nothing."

"It means nothing." You smiled back. "So um, maybe we can make it official by going out tonight?"

"I don't get you." He shook his head amused and reached to hold your hand.

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #monsta x fanfic #monsta x angst #kihyun fanfic #kihyun fluff #kihyun imagines #kihyun scenarios #masterlist

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ivory-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Arty Art Things ✨

Hellooo!

I've decided to post some of the arty things I've done either recently or in the last few years, well the pieces I'm somewhat proud of at least. All my posts tend to be a lot more wordy than they need to be but hey it's what I do here!

Conchúr White

Anyone one who's been on this blog for a bit will have probably have seen me talk about this lovely Irish fella. The pencil drawing is actually a year old as of yesterday, I only know that because screenshots of me flipping out about Conchúr following me on twitter popped up in my memories yesterday. I think I'd sent it to him at about 3 in the morning (I was not in a good head space at that point in time), so probably not what he was expecting to see when he opened his phone in the morning aha

The biro version is much more recent: I got bored while sat at my desk and doing research about university courses, saw a biro, saw my old drawing of Conchúr, had an idea. I revisited my GCSE art techniques and here we are. Again, I put this up on Twitter and now (at the the time I'm writing this) when you google "Conchúr White" it's the third top image of him which is a bit mad really. I think I spent all of about 20 minutes on Conchúr but another 45 minutes on the words behind him. The words are the names of the songs on his EP 'Bikini Crops', he doesn't just really love the idea of Channing Tatum driving him around at night in a daisy print bikini... Well maybe he does but what he does in his spare time is none of my business...

TechDif

So I mentioned that the pencil drawing of Conchúr came from a rough patch in my mental health and this one is no different! In fact this one came from an even worse circumstance so we love to see it. I had a bad, bad time in July and this started as a way of distracting myself from what was going on in my head. Without it, I can't honestly say I'd still be here so even if the final product of this had been a terrible mess I would still love it for keeping me alive. However, it did not turn out to be a terrible mess!

Now that the origin of this is out the way, where do I start with TechDif? Unlike Conchúr, I haven't really talked about them on here (unless you count one brief post about Citation Needed) before so I guess I'll do it here. The Technical Difficulties are a wonderful group of 4 British fellas who have had their fair share of fun online and even before. They did a radio show at university together, which went on to become their Reverse Trivia Podcast, later moving on to a panel show called 'Citation Needed': and a game called 'Two of These People Are Lying'. All of which I would thoroughly reccomend, they're one of my go to things when I'm having a rough time. All 4 of them are excellent! Tom Scott (red top, blue jeans on the picture) has his own YouTube channel which does content aside from TechDif. If you're quite nerdy and like science, linguistics, computers, or any number of other things you may enjoy Tom's channel. He is probably best described as "The Moderator" of the group, much like a tired teacher he tries desperately to keep everyone on track with what they're meant to be doing, but usually it does not end well for him. Then we have Matt Gray (space top, holding an ice cream) who also has a channel away from TechDif stuff, he does techy electronic things and has a series called 'Will it Soft Serve?' where he puts all kinds of strange things through a soft serve machine. Matt brings a very specific energy to TechDif and I can't fully describe what that vibe is but I love it. Matt and Tom also share a YouTube channel where TOTPAL is posted and they had a series called 'The Park Bench'. Moving on to everybody's favourite Gary Brannan: Gary Brannan (SATIRE hoodie, glasses) and can I just say, what a fella he is! He's just excellent! He is the one that will argue and rip into Tom the most (not in a malicious way) and hilarity ensues. There are some episodes where he is absolutely on it, getting all the points and others where he very clearly has no idea and that's where some of his funniest quotes come from. Given how badly I was doing at the time I made this, his response to it on Twitter was so so lovely. I specifically remember one tweet where he said I'd made him happy and although it was probably a flippant comment, it just made feel alright for a bit. Yeah I might be feeling awful right now, but I've made someone else happy so that's a nice feeling. Then last but certainly not least, we have Chris Joel (buffalo check shirt, beard)! I would be lying if I said he isn’t my favourite... His sense of humor is the one I vibe with most, he can get rather dramatic in parts and can chat bollocks like a champion. He has absolutely no online presence away from TechDif and, like Rens from Temples, I fully believe he’s a cryptid and lives off in a tree somewhere.

The picture took me about 4 days to complete, well 4 nights because I did most of it between the hours of 12 a.m. and 7a.m. - I remember watching the sun come through my window each morning. It’s made up of lots of little pieces, all cut out and stuck on; even the sky and hills are made of separate pieces of paper. Nothing was actually drawn on the piece of paper it’s all stuck on, it’s not how I usually do things but if I messed up one little but I could just redraw it rather than ruining the whole thing. The most tedious parts to make were Chris’ shirt because I had to draw each square individually and then join the as well, and cutting out the ban-hammer in the bottom right was surprisingly hard. Every single detail of the picture is a reference to the podcast/shows, I still have the plan sketch and reference list knocking about somewhere. I listened to a lot of true crime videos while making it to the point that certain parts remind me of different cases: the brandy now reminds me of Peter Tobin, and the big spiral thing reminds me of Tim McLean (very harrowing case) - sorry that fact is a bit morbid but interesting nonetheless.

I did post this for a little bit back in July, but I received some rather awful messages so I took it down. Generally, Tom Scott/TechDif fans are lovely but there’s been a few that have taken a disliking to me for some reason so I’m hoping they don’t resurface again. I’m in a better head space now though, so even if they do I’m more equipped to deal with it this time.

Hozier

This was a quick sketch I did in April, I was getting bored with lockdown and decided to summon the bog man himself. There’s not really much more backstory than that, no poor mental health story, no fun twitter story - he’s just here. He’s vibing. I will say I’m particularly proud of his nose, I just think it’s one of the best noses I’ve ever drawn. His hand is okay, but I think that the hands on my Conchúr drawings are better. So there is the Hozi-Boi...

The Corpse Bry

I’ve talked about Bry on here before as well, I love him, he’s excellent, top lad. He is a living Tim Burton character, he’s 6′6, very skinny, and his legs are longer than my will to live. I was watching ‘The Corpse Bride’ a few weeks ago and suddenly had an idea and so ‘The Corpse Bry’ came to be. I gave him a little panda friend because the panda has always been his animal - he used to wear a panda beanie all the time and his album had a panda on the cover. Again, there’s not really a fun story behind this one, I guess it’s somewhat fun because it’s the first art I made after finishing my psychology exams in October so it was nice to actually have the time to draw.

James Bagshaw

Ginger talking about Temples for the third post in a row? it’s more likely than you think! I did this one last week, I’d had a bit of a wobbly day and had group therapy on Teams in the evening and I just couldn’t concentrate on what was going on and I ended up doodling Mr James E. Bagshaw, the glitter crying fraggle man himself. It’s a bare-bones drawing that I could definitely work into more but I’m happy with it as it is to be honest. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit and add the individual bits of fringe to his jacket, just thinking about doing that makes me tired. Maybe I’ll get around to drawing the whole band at some point...

Alice in “Wonderland”

This one is from about 5(?) years ago, it’s not my typical style and was a “study” based on another artists work (basically i just had to copy this fellas work). I’ll be honest, this one has a sketchy backstory that I won’t go in to because it’s not exactly a nice one, and because of that I also won’t say who the artist is that it’s based on. Despite this, I’m still really proud of this one and I’m so sad that I never got this piece back after I got taken out the class. I’ve considered trying this style again, I’ve even joked about doing another Conchúr drawing in this style as a nod to my progression through GCSE art, eventually leading to Conchúr drawn in ink on music manuscript and stained with neon paint and dyes - it would be quite the project!

So this has been quite a lengthy post so apologies about that but life goes on. Similar to the vinyl post, I’ll probably add to this as and when I make more art. Even if no one is reading these posts, I’m enjoying making them so that’s the main thing. It’s just nice to document things and the feelings that go with them. 💕

~ Love Ginger xx

29/11/2020

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curiousconch · 4 years ago

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The Moments in Between (Part 1)

Book/Pairing: Open Heart 2 / Rafael Aveiro x F! MC

A/N: I wanted to fill in the laaaaarge time skip in chapter 18. This is a series, and it primarily aims to fill in the blanks in between the remaining OH2 chapters (and more). Enjoy!

P. S. This is my first attempt to write a fan fic, so please, PLEASE be gentle. I'll also try to accept requests, but for RAF stans for now. :)

Music Inspo: Leaves / Ben&Ben

The Edenbrook ship is sinking.

Yet like the band that continued playing as the Titanic sunk in the ocean, Casey and the rest of the gang carried on seeing patients until their strength gave out. And in between the double shifts, inexistent day-offs and long patient queues, Rafael was there.

It started with a simple Gelato night, maraschino cherries and sprinkles galore. This was followed by surprise visits during the day, often with Raf bringing some home cooked meal to force Casey to take a break and eat something within a 12hour shift. Some days it will be picking her up and just lounging on the couch of his new apartment, where she can lift her feet up so he can gently massage her numbing soles.

And in the rarity of a full day off, it's just them under the sheets, alternating between talking, binge watching on their favorite series, or making love. Sometimes if Juliana really becomes insistent, it's just a day when they stuff their mouths with different decadent pastries and laughing at Raf's embarrassing childhood memories.

Once or twice they tried to discover a new Italian restaurant around his apartment. Sometimes, they just went to the farmer's market to pick up fresh ingredients and together they tried their hand on new recipes.

These moments, due to Casey's aggressive workload, became precious to them. It didn't compare to the time they were together B. S. (Before Sora), but these stolen nuggets of time spent together became the new foundation of their reignited romance.

Raf bloomed with a newfound purpose - to be Casey's refuge in the storm. And Casey's former independence are nothing but a long-forgotten memory as she relied more and more on Raf. Long before she realized it, she let loose of her previous stubbornness of relying only on herself and never on to others. Let alone on someone who could easily break her heart again. But she can't resist. Instead, she plunged deep into it, into his unrestrained acts of care.

In all these moments, they laughed, they kissed, they held hands, and more often than not, did something more.

Thanksgiving were spent at his grandmother's. Christmas was shared quietly in the warmth of his humble studio. The New Year countdown was spent together with her roommates, whilst when the clock struck 12 it was in each other's arms sharing a kiss.

And as leaves would grow from the bareness of trees after the harsh winter air, so did their fondness for each other.

It was inevitable.

And in this particular quiet morning after a night spent together in Rafael's quaint bed, Casey can't help herself from introspection.

7:05AM - her phone's screen displayed. Her shift ended just around the previous midnight, 14 hours shift spent on the free clinic, most of the time standing or running.

But she wasn't tired. Instead, she felt refreshed, and she knew exactly why.

She watched him sleep soundly. He fetched her from the hospital from the night before so they could walk back together and talk.

Her eyes watched his features carefully, as she felt amazed with the second chance they received. She reached out to brush a bit of his dark hair and placed a hand on his cheek, then let it travel midway down his exposed back.

Without opening his eyes, he smiled at her touch, to her surprise.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep, superman, I thought you were still sleeping," Casey said softly.

"S'okay. I do that too sometimes."

He said this as he opened one eye sleepily and glanced at her, then gasped. Apparently, he would never get used to the view of her beside him, with only his black shirt draping her petite figure. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. When she was within his reach, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, making sure she was real.

She giggled, and closed her eyes shut as she relished his warmth.

And he realized, it was in these moments in between that really mattered. He waited for the perfect time to make his declaration of his feelings for her nothing but special. He planned a thousand date nights, and pictured a lot of different scenarios. He even had it down to a Top 3 list.

But if their shared traumatic experience taught him anything, it's to cherish the present, the now, and making sure that the current day is not wasted. Because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

So before he could stop himself, he opened his eyes and locked at her staring green-hued ones.

"I love you, Casey." He said, his tone gentle, carefully conveying that she did not need to answer him back. His confession made more sincere with his loudly beating heart. Yet, he waited, hoping that the moments that they shared in the past few months would have been more than enough for her to forgive him.

Casey's lips parted, her previously calm mind suddenly awoken by the weight of his words. She knew her reply, but she wanted it to hit home, and to erase the doubts that occasionally seeped through the surface of their relationship, once and for all.

"Raf, I truly believe that you never really love someone until you learn to forgive."

She paused, reaching for his hand and holding it tightly, making it caress her cheek.

"And I have long forgiven you, I have forgiven you long before you tried to save my life. It was easy. I tried for a long time to understand how easily I have forgiven you after what you did."

His breathing hitched, trying to process her words. It was the first time Casey has ever talked about his betrayal, his neglect of what they had all before Sora came back into his life. His swift departure from her life after his ex clawed him back to the nostalgia of his glorious high school days.

Casey took his silence as a sign for her to continue, holding Raf's gaze, hoping that the certainty of what she would say next would cement their relationship.

"And I realized, it's not because you were nothing but kind to me. Not even because you were a charming, responsible and admiringly selfless guy..."

She scooted closer to him, their noses touching as she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"It is simply because I love you too, Rafael."

He let out a sigh of relief, kissing her deeply as his heart jumped with joy. The heavy burden of the pain he knew she went through because of him now lifted.

Her forgiveness freed them. Their passion no longer taken hostage by the past. It was time to look forward.

For even though the future had a lot of questions, it was in this moment, that they found themselves completely captured by each other again.

It was in this moment that both were assured that all will be alright in time, whatever lies ahead of them.

#Spotify #open heart #rafael aveiro fanfic #rafael aveiro #choices #rafael aveiro x mc

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just-like-playing-tag · 4 years ago

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A totally self indulgent compilation of my favorite works on this blog of the year June 13, 2019 - June 13, 2020

I wanted to do this for the blog's first anniversary but then completely forgot about it lol.

The following lists are all in chronological order according to the date each post was first published.

Top 10 panel edits:

#1: Don and Gilda - Chapter 138: Demon serch (1)

Date: Jun 14th, 2019

Time: ~ 1:30 h

My very first redraw from my very first edit posted here, so it deserves an honorable mention. Back then I was young and inexperienced, I didn't even apply a gray filter (lmao I was so unskilled I even unintentionally scratched the picture, I hadn't realized until today). I'm actually very happy my first redraw was of Don, boy deserves all the love.

#2: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 28th, 2019

Time: ~ 1 h

Back then this looked like so much work to me!!! And to this day, I think it turned out pretty well. I'm particularly proud of how the bow turned out. This is one I was really proud of right after having finished it; it gave me the confidence to try redrawing bigger areas. Also, the edit were I first applied the opacity of layer / opacity of brush for the gray filter that would have stuck with me.

#3: Krone's birthday edit

Date: Jul 15th, 2019

Time: 15 mins

I don't know I just really like how Krone's hair vanish to a more sketch-like style here– and consequently, how I managed to replicate such effect. I think Krone's beautiful.

#4: Emma, Norman and Ray - Chapter 153: Coward

Date: Oct 4th, 2019

Time: 4:07 h (and 67 layers lmao)

Probably the single panel redraw I'm the most proud of. That Norman panel was beautiful and very poignant at the end of a chapter I adored, so I believe it deserved all the time I've spent working on it. It's far from being perfect - the back of his head is too plain, and the difference between my brushes and the original brushes is pretty visible - but I still like it very much and am extremely attached to it. The horn looks kinda big but I honestly believe it to be more of an issue with the original than with what I had redrawn lol. Funny enough, the whole picture didn't make it to the final edit and had to be trimmed.

#5: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 11th, 2019

Time: 29 mins

I don't have a particular reason for this I just think Emma's hair turned out amazing. It took just half an hour and I didn't even use references like. Wow. @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back

#6: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 17th, 2019

Time: 2:09 h

Sis I love this so freaking much. The shift from redrawing almost exclusively people and clothes to redrawing this mess was so fun and refreshing. Even though it's a mess I think it turned out very clean and overall it looks beautiful? I remember after finishing this I felt so powerful, like now that I had redrawn this thing I would have been able to redraw anything I set my mind on lol.

#7: Emma - Chapter 161: Never Be Alone

Date: Dec 13th, 2019

Time: 57 mins

Again no particular reason except this is a very cute Emma and I think the redraw turned out pretty well. There's this big lock on the left that doesn't make a lot of sense but overall I really like it. Cute Emma is cute, and I love her determination.

#8: Emma - Chapter 166: Going Back Home

Date: Mar 9th, 2020

Time: 3:45 h

I'M SO FREAKING PROUD OF THAT RIFFLE I have not the slightlest idea why this took so damn long BUT I'M SO PROUD OF IT

#9: Norman's birthday edit

Date: Mar 21st, 2020

Time: 1:04 h

This is cool! I didn't know I could manage to draw this, but I did it! The feathers were particularly hard to clean but I think they turned out fine.

#10: Full Score Trio - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 6th, 2020

Time: 2:11 h

I just think they're very pretty? I can't understand if I like Ray's face a lot, or not at all, but I think overall there was a lot to redraw and it turned out pretty cute! Sorry Gillian.

(Also insert pretty much every panel from the chapter 177 Isabella edit– I've spent so many hours on basically every panel there's no way I could choose only one).

Top 5 edits as whole:

#1: Emma and Ray - Chapter 140: I’m Here!

Date: Jun 29th, 2019

Complessive time: 2:57+ h

The very first edit I'm actually proud of; I'm really attached to it. It's the first edit I had put all of my effort into, and I remember feeling anxious people would have left it without notes. It kinda feels weird to think about it now, because I really don't care about notes anymore; yet, it somehow makes me happy to think that past-me wasn't let down. Thank you @neverlandstrio for your support, you may not remember but it really meant a lot to me back then! And it still makes me smile. You're the best!!!!!!

#2: Mujika and Queen Legravalima - Chapter 158: The Reason I Was Born

Date: Nov 20th, 2019

Complessive time: 7:12+ hours

This whole edit was an hella wild ride. It's midnight before a school day, when I think: "Mh, it's been a while since I last made an edit, why not make one about Musica and the queen from the last chapter?" And seven hours after this was born. I'm particularly proud of the queen's redraws on the 3rd, 7th and 9th picture (ofc), the areas which have been redrawn are pretty huge yet I think the difference with the original is almost impossible to notice?? @Redrawing skills where did you go please come back (part 2)

#3: Emma - Chapter 174: A New World (part 1)

Date: Apr 12th, 2020

Complessive time: 6:53+ h

I think the panels that were selected work very well together, especially considering the close-up / full body alternation. I love Emma, and I've always been kinda sad noticing that edits that focus one her take the less notes... She deserves all the love. Also, fun fact: for the last but one panel, I had redrawn Emma's whole left ear before remembering she doesn't have one, so I had to redraw the panel from the start. Besides from the error with the ear, the reason why this (and all the others after) took so long is because official panel take way longer to clean.

#4: Isabella and her children - Chapter 177: Mother

Date: May 22nd, 2020

Complessive time: 13:41+ h (ahah.)

Lmao tbh I can't understand how this has so few notes it's like. Technically speaking, probably the best edit I've ever done. I don't even like Isabella that much, I haven't got the slightlest idea why I decided to spend so many hours on this. Anyway, I find the composition (full body on the left / headshots on the right) really good looking in this as well! And I think the redraws turned out fine, especially Isabella's.

#5: The Promised Neverland manga ending countdown→ 1/7 chapters: chapter 1 - Grace Field House

Date: Jun 9th, 2020

Complessive time: 1:59+ h

I don't know how I came up with that idea for the composition but I find it really beautiful??? I think it does a pretty good job conveying the sudden, terrific shift of atmosphere from the first chapter, and I think that sharp bridge is very nice. I'm very, very proud of this.

Honorable mention #1: Full Score Trio - Chapter 154: A Breakthrough

Date: Oct 13th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:44+ h (+ 1:13 h of working on a panel that ultimately didn't make it to the final edit)

A very good chapter, and the edit turned out surprisingly amazing??? All the redraws look great and make it almost impossible to distinguish them from the original; honestly I feel like I'll never be able to redraw so neatly again lol.

Honorable mention #2: Don and Gilda (+ Norman) - Chapter 160: Shackles

Date: Dec 11th, 2019

Complessive time: 3:14+ h

That one is really one of my favorite scenes; I'm telling you peoples, Gilda and Don are a blessing to the earth. I think I've never mentioned it, but Gilda's hair is a nightmare to redraw??? More specifically, it takes me h o u r s to fill the texture without making it look too weird, it's the worst.

Honorable mention #3: Norman and Ray - Chapter 179: Compensation

Date: Jun 6th, 2020

Complessive time: 4:16+ h

I was so glad to finally be able to make a Norman / Ray edit, and it turned out it was just in time before the series' finale. I like how it turned out and I'm pretty satisfied with the redraws (even though my sister helped me with the lineart of some panels - it was exams time and I really couldn't afford to spend more time on it), too bad we didn't have more chapters that focused on the boys. Ray sweetie one day I'll fix your ear it's just today's not that day.

Btw, I justed realized I have never done an Emma / Norman centered edit? I'll have to make one eventually. I remember considering focusing on them alone for the chapter 154 one, but then I thought "even if the manga is gonna ignore Ray, I will chose to do not" lol.

in case you missed PART I

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It had been a warm autumn day. Thankfully, for Peter had been standing outside the Stark residence for a good hour or two and it would have been even worse in the rain. Though maybe that would have helped. Would have forced his hand a little faster.

Morgan’s room was on the second floor, overlooking the lake. It wasn’t a difficult climb, not for him, even if his mobility was a little limited still. The tough part had been to find a moment when she was alone. That moment came just past 6 pm. The sun was fading fast and the lights in the house started to flicker on and finally, finally, Morgan was on her own.

Her eyes went wide as he peaked in through the window. She was on her feet faster than he could gesture for her to stay in bed.

“Peter!”

She flung her arms around him, clinging to him before he had even made it through the window.

“Alright, now…” Her hair tickled his nose and he couldn’t push away the relief that flooded his veins. Relief, that she was okay. Relief, that was so closely connected to the dread he had felt in that cabin, the fear that had paralyzed him.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered into his chest. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t think. I should have—”

“Shh, hey, no. It’s not…” He blew out a deep breath, hoping for his voice not to crack. “You didn’t do anything any other kid wouldn’t have done too, okay? It’s not… none of this is on you, Bambi.”

Peter could only hope that it would help, that it would calm her, though it never had for him. Not when he had been that kid that had been crying in someone else’s arms. He tried anyway, because it was true. This wasn’t on her. It was on him.

And maybe on those meth-cooking bastards, too.

He pressed his face into her hair, hugging her close, but not too hard. There was a bump on her head that he hadn’t noticed before. A pretty big one. “You’re okay, right? Does anything hurt?”

“No… nothing… nothing much.”

“Nothing much?” He pulled away from her really looked at her as one of his hands cupped her face.

“Just… just a few bruises and…” She shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “Maybe… maybe a bit of a concussion.”

“Bit of a concussion, huh?” His pulse wanted to jump but he pressed it down. That wasn’t… that wasn’t all that bad. “That why you in bed?”

She pursed her lips and shrugged again.

“Alright then.” Peter planted a soft kiss against her temple, then ushered her back into bed. “You’re supposed to rest then, go on!”

“Honestly, I’m fine!”

She didn’t refuse him though as Peter pulled back the sheet on the bed. He could see them now, the bruises on her wrists where they had held her, dragged her through the undergrowth.

“Thank you, you know, for… for staying with me. Rescuing me.”

Her face was so open and sincere, Peter wanted to vanish into a hole in the ground, pulled down right into hell by guilt.

“I didn’t rescue you, Morg,” he whispered.

She shook her head. “But… you did… without you—”

“You send out a beacon, didn’t you?” Peter swallowed hard. “To your dad?”

“Of course, I mean… I… I was supposed to, right?”

He didn’t have it in him to look at her as shame was weighing him down. He pulled her phone out of his pocket instead and she snatched it from him fast enough. It had taken him some time to track it down. The light had been fading by the time he had dealt with the authorities so instead, he had gone back the next day. Karen had helped.

“Yeah.” He swallowed hard, trying to force a bit of a smile onto his lips. “You did good, Bambi. I… erm…” There was a chair next to her bed and he pulled it a little closed before he sat down, trying to find his voice. “I’m sorry. I was supposed to protect you and I didn’t. I… I should have paid more attention, should have realized—”

“Just, stop. Please.” She had pulled her knees up, arms wrapped around her legs. “Is that why you haven’t been around?”

Peter cleared his throat and shuffled back and forth on the chair a bit. He just couldn’t find a non-awkward position to sit in it. “Well, I mean… pretty sure…” He shrugged, eyes on the floor. “Pretty sure, he’d kick me off the property if he knew I was even talking to you.”

She tilted her head, eyebrows pulled up high. “Come on, you know better than me that nobody can climb into a window in this place without FRIDAY knowing about it and if FRIDAY knows, Daddy knows, too.” She sat up a bit straighter, eyes sparkling like she had just remembered that he had actually come in through the window. “So you’re… you’re really Spider-Man then?”

Peter grimaced. She was watching him like a hawk and he wasn’t supposed to say anything about it to her.

Her eyes narrowed when he didn’t answer right away. “Or do you just like… borrow his costume from time to time?”

Peter’s hand was too slow to cover up the snort he gave at that. A quick glance confirmed that Morgan was beaming though. He bit his lip to reign himself in a little. “We’re not supposed to talk about that.”

It would have surprised him if that had been enough for her to let it go. “It’s really your costume then?”

Both his hands rubbed over his face. “It’s not a costume, okay?”

She didn’t even hesitate a single beat to badger her questions, the most important one at first it seemed. “Hey, is that why you keep finding me so fast when we play hide and seek?”

“No, you dork!” He really couldn’t keep his smile hidden any longer. “I find you because you’re awful at hiding.”

“Am not!”

“You keep reusing the same hiding spots!”

After an initial fit of giggles, Morgan fell quiet, her head cushioned on her drawn-up knees. “I can’t believe you never told me.”

Peter’s eyes found hers. “You know, I never told anyone.” He grimaced. “I guess I suck at hiding, too.”

Her face went a little slack, her eyes only got wider. “Did you not tell daddy either? Does he.. did he not know?”

Peter shook his head in confusion. “What? No, of… of course he knows.”

“Oh, okay… ”

He frowned, trying to get a read off her reaction. “He’s the one who built the suit, Morg. I mean, you… you know, Iron Man and… and Spider-Man…”

“Yeah… yeah, no, I… I do know.” She nodded, eyes a little unfocused.

His lower lip was caught between his teeth, watching her for a moment as she just sat there, lost in her thoughts.

“You wanna tell me why that makes you sad?” His voice was low, treading carefully. “That Tony already knew?”

She pulled up her shoulders in an awkward shrug.

“Come on,” he whispered, leaning towards her.

“I just…” She let out something between a sigh and a groan. “I just thought that… if he didn’t know, if… if he just found out maybe that’s why… why you’re fighting.”

Peter pressed his lips tightly shut, flinched back a little too quickly.

“I don’t want you fighting because of me,” she murmured.

Peter swallowed hard. “We’re not fighting because of you.”

“But you are!” Her voice was shaking with emotion and he tried to ignore the tears in her eyes as she pulled her head away when he reached for her.

Peter squeezed her hand instead, mostly, because he couldn’t quite find it in himself to look up at her, hoping she wouldn’t notice how his own hands were shaking. “He’s worried about you, is all. I… I should have kept you safe and I let him down, but that’s on me and not on you.”

“That’s not fair! You couldn’t have known.”

“But I could have, that—” He said up straight, letting go of Morgan’s hand. “I could have and I should have realized. Should have made different choices… better choices.” Sitting next to her, he had been distracted, almost so much that the steps of the stairs creaking under heavy strides hadn’t registered with him. He got up from the chair, uncomfortable having the door in his back, and shifted back towards the window.

Morgan was alert now, eyes wide. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing,” he pressed out. “I just… I gotta go. I can't—”

He was too late though, his attempt to get away unseen futile. The doorknob turned and as Tony pushed the door open it was Peter who his eyes landed on. There was no surprise in his mentor’s face. He’d known Peter was up there. Who was he kidding, Tony had probably known he had been there the whole time, likely even knew where he’d parked the car so it couldn’t be seen from the house.

“We have a front door, you know.” His eyes didn’t stray from Peter’s face, his chest moving up and down in heavy breaths. Agitation, but also a willingness to control it. For Morgan’s sake, most likely. “It’d be appreciated if you’d use it from time to time.”

Peter shuffled another step back, his eyes dropped to the floor. “Sorry… I… I’m sorry.”

Tony sniffed out a breath like he was doubtful that was true, then turned to Morgan. “How are you feeling about dinner, Morguna? Up here or do you feel okay to come downstairs?”

“I’m fine, daddy…”

Tony huffed. “How’s the head.” Peter squinted up through his lashes and watched as Tony’s hand ran through his daughter’s hair, concern evident in the lines on his face.

“It’s okay. We can eat downstairs, plus Peter will stay for dinner, right?” Her gaze shifted to him and Tony’s along with her.

He felt like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted not sure what to say. His eyes shifted to his mentor trying to read his mind. He should go. He knew he should go. Morgan was still recovering and his presence just added to the tension in the house.

“There’s meatloaf for dinner.”

His eyes were burning when they shifted to Pepper. Her face was a lot softer than Tony’s as she stepped into the room but he couldn’t deny the edge it had to it. Around her eyes, the corners of her mouth. Disappointment. Disapproval.

Peter’s back was against the wall already or he would have taken another step. He dropped his gaze back to the floor instead. “I… I can’t. I… I have classes in the morning.”

“But…” Morgan shifted in her bed, only her father next to her likely keeping her in it. “But you always stay for dinner!”

“I just…” He swallowed hard before had it in himself to look at her. “ I can’t today. I… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

He couldn’t get out of there fast enough and he was fast. Too fast for Morgan to respond or Tony to react. Squeezing past Pepper was the trickiest part but he was too quick for any of them to stop him. At least right away. When the door didn’t fall shut behind him, Peter knew that he hadn’t gotten away that easily. Not when a second pair of feet stomped down the corridor.

“Parker.” Tony was not far behind him. “A word.”

Peter froze on the spot, almost a reflex at the tone of his mentor’s voice. Tony was next to him in just moments.

“Just tell me one thing. Why didn’t you send out a beacon? Why, Peter?”

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I don’t know, I… I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, kid, you know.” He was so close to his face, anger still vibrating off him as harshly as it had on the day he had come to rescue his daughter when Peter had failed to. Had failed him. “You made a decision to keep this from me, to do this all on your own. Endangering Morgan’s life. Your own life, and for what? And don’t give me any fucking spiel about how long I haven’t been out there flying. You don’t get to make those choices for me, are we understood?”

“I…” Peter’s eyes flickered up at him, a little confused but frankly, still terrified to face how much he had screwed up. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn't— I shouldn’t have— ”

“Can you two keep it down out here?” Pepper had closed the door behind her and pulled first Tony with her and then nudged Peter towards the stairs that led to the sitting room. “You think she can’t hear you in there? How you two are out here fighting?”

His head was hanging low, not daring to look at either of them as he shuffled behind them. He felt like a kicked puppy, but no. He didn’t get to feel sorry for himself. This was on him. He was the one who had screwed up, who had let them down. Pepper held the door open for him to walk through then shut it behind him with a heavy clang. While Tony was leaning against the dark wooden desk that sat by the window, arms crossed in front of himself, Pepper stuck considerably closer to Peter if still at a couple of arm lengths away.

“Are you going to tell us where you’ve been for the past two days?” Her tone wasn’t as hostile as Peter had braced himself for. Still, he made sure he kept his eyes on the floor.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms. Potts—Ms—Mrs. Stark, I wasn’t… I… I didn’t think I should be—”

“Hey…” She stepped closer now, cradled his face with both her hands, and made him look up at her. “None of that.”

“I… I’m so sorry, I—”

“Peter…” She shook her head. “We didn’t see you for two days. You didn’t answer your phone. I was about to send out Natasha if it hadn’t been for May’s message. Tony said you were right behind him as he left from there. We were worried.”

For just a moment, Peter’s eyes shifted behind her to Mr. Stark who was staring at the floor as well, then back to her, wet with embarrassment and guilt.

“I… I cleaned… cleaned up my mess and…” And then he had avoided them like the plague, all of them, - minus the proof of life he had sent to May - and right now, having to face them head-on, having to face how he’d failed them, he kind of wished he had stuck to that strategy.

Her eyebrows were knitted together as she shook her head. “Your mess?”

“Just… just made sure that the authorities, they… they got everything.”

“We have people for that, Pete.” She shook her head in confusion. “You know that.”

“I… I know, but… but I just… her name’s out of it now and… and no connection to.. to either of you at all.”

Pepper tilted her head, both hands still on him. “That still doesn’t explain why you didn’t come home.”

For a moment, Peter wondered if Tony hadn’t told her. If she didn’t know how he had almost let these men kill her daughter. “I just… just thought I’d give you… give you some space.”

One hand dropped from his face and squeezed his hand instead. “Morgan was asking for you.”

“I… just didn’t think that it… that it was appropriate for… for me to… I didn’t think…”

This was agony. He wished they would just let him go, let him crawl into a hole somewhere, possibly his dorm room in Boston. He should be stronger than this, strong enough to face the consequences for his actions, but the magnitude of what he was losing, of how badly he had let them down—

He was fighting so hard not to fall apart in front of them. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that they should have to deal with that on top of everything but when Pepper pulled him close, wrapped her arms around him tightly, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Between his hand and Pepper’s shoulder, he tried his best to hide his face, to muffle his sobs.

“It doesn’t matter what happens out there, honey, we want you to come home.” Her hand was on his back, rubbing soothing circles onto it. “That’s the most important thing, okay? Always.”

Pepper held him close, whispered soft reassurances until Peter’s breathing evened out. She still stuck close after that, her hand curled around Peter’s wrist. Soft strokes with her thumb over his skin seemed to mimic her breathing. Calm, collected, something to anchor him. In all that time, Tony hadn’t moved, eyes never leaving the floor. It was when he braced himself against the desk behind him, his hands now gripping the edge of it, that it became crystal clear to Peter that it was his turn now.

“This is not how this goes, Pete. You know that.” His voice was collected, moreso than Peter had expected. “There are rules to this, to our lives. Rules that have been in place for years to protect you. To protect Morgan.”

He flinched but Pepper’s hand on his wrist kept him in place. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Tony shook his head “No running away on reckless solo missions. No secret reconnaissance. Logging your movements with FRIDAY. Making sure that she knows where your last location is. Knowing when to call for help. No risking Morgan! Ever!” He had stood up straight now, his tone sharp, eyes burning. “This is not news to you!”

Peter tried his best to hold himself somewhat steady, to keep his limbs from shaking. He had nothing to say, nothing to excuse what he had done.

“Hey, Pete…” She pulled on his arm, looking for his attention. “You’ll stay, alright? For the next week at the very least.”

“I, erm…” Peter cleared his throat. “I… I do… I do have courses that I—”

“I don’t care,” she cut him off. “Tony will ask for you to be excused. Get online access.”

“But…” His eyes flickered over to Tony, then back to her. “My teachers will—”

“No buts.” She looked right at him, tall and determined, her stance suddenly much more reminiscent of Mrs. Virginia Potts-Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, than of Pepper. The one who would pack snacks for his road trip or remind him not to leave Tony alone in the lab past midnight. “Your sister was just kidnapped and hurt. You’re still recovering from hunting these bastards down.” She sighed, the frown still deep on her face. “You’re shaking like a leaf. We’re not going to let you leave like this. Leave you on your own in Boston.”

She shook her head like the mere idea of him being on his own was ludicrous and reached up for his arm, aiming to squeeze him in reassurance but happened to press the very spot the bullet had grazed him. Even though he saw it coming, braced himself for the pain, he didn’t have it in himself to keep still. Instead, he buckled and hissed a low curse. Her eyes were on him and right away he knew she could tell. She knew what was up.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” Pepper let go of him and retreated just one step. “Take that shirt off.”

He shifted on his feet, trying to think of how he could get out of this. “It’s… it’s nothing. Really, I—”

“Take that shirt off right now!” Her tone was so icy, Peter felt a cold shiver run down his back.

Mr. Stark moved behind him, at last stepping closer to both of them. “Go on, Pete.”

His face was hot as his hands grabbed the seam of his shirt and carefully worked it up his torso and over his head. Tony’s hand was warm as it came to lie on his shoulder, urging him to turn. He did just that, his head bowed low. It wasn’t even that bad. For most of the fight, Peter had worn the suit which had protected him from the brunt of the force used against him. Some bruises sure. There were just some remnants of the abrasions his sprint through the forest had left. Cuts on his arms, a dark bruise just over kidney that he didn’t even remember getting and of course the bullet graze on his arm. He might have even healed up a bit better by now if he had gotten a little more rest, a full meal between now and the fight, but it wasn’t him who had been important those past days.

There were goosebumps on his skin as Tony’s hand traced the bruise on his back. Then the man urged him to turn a little more, his eyes on the bullet wound. Fingers probed the skin around it, light at first then a little stronger until Peter couldn’t help but shrink away from the pressure.

“Did you know that he got shot?" Pepper’s tone was still sharp even if this time, it wasn’t directed at him.

Tony’s hands shrunk away from Peter’s skin and he cleared his throat. "I did not.”

“This is not okay, Peter.” Pepper’s breathing was heavy and he didn’t dare look at her. “This is so far from okay.”

“Pep, you said something about meatloaf?” Pepper only responded with deep silence, not even moving. Behind his back, Tony blew out a long breath. “When did you last eat, Peter?”

He was close to actually lie, but thought better of it. Tony was likely calculating if it was because of a lack of energy in his system or the severity of these wounds that they were still painting his body. Neither would get him any plus points but lying would only get him in even more trouble.

“Had… had a Sandwich. For breakfast.” He didn’t specify when that breakfast was and Tony didn’t ask either, probably aware of the implication.

“Hm.” That was all the man said, then gestured for Peter to pull his shirt back on. “He needs a bit of a boost.”

Pepper and Tony stared at each other for another moment, until Pepper let her arms drop. “FRIDAY, about dinner?”

“Dinner can be ready in 18 minutes, Ma'am.”

Even the AI knew to be courteous right now.

“18 minutes then.” With that, she turned and left them.

Honestly, Peter didn’t know if he just dodged a bullet or had been left to get chewed up by the big fish. After the door fell shut behind her, heavy silence hung between them, only broken by the strong breaths his mentor was sucking in and blowing out, reaching for control of himself.

“So tell me, is there anything I taught you that you didn’t completely throw out of the window over the past 48 hours?” Tony’s voice was so low, with the blood rushing in his ears, Peter barely heard him despite his senses.

He tried to breathe through his emotions, tried to collect himself to be stronger than he felt. To do at least one thing right and carry the consequences for his actions.

“Peter…”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Stop apologizing.” The man started pacing. “Tell me what you did wrong here. Go on, I want a list.”

“I…” Peter’s voice was shaking and he pressed his eyes close, ignoring the tears that burned them, just trying to concentrate on sounding less like the 15-year-old he had once been, scolded just the same after another royal fuck up. “I let you down.”

Tony stopped moving, just stood in front of him for a moment. “You did, Pete.”

His words hurt more than the bullet that had grazed his arm.

“But that’s not what I asked.”

Peter swallowed hard, nodded his head as a sign that he understood while he fought for his voice to work. “You… you trusted me with… with Morgan and I… I didn’t… didn’t keep her safe… Didn’t protect her. Didn’t…. couldn’t safe her. I… I didn’t ask for… for help when I should have. Didn’t go to medical when… when I should have. Didn’t… didn’t eat like I should have.”

His eyes flickered up at his mentor, hoping he had gotten everything he had been supposed to list. The man’s eyes were waiting for him, concern had clearly overtaken anger by now.

“You didn’t come home like you should have, kid.”

“R-right.” He gasped for air hoping it didn’t sound as much as a sob to Tony as it did to him.

“When the fuck did you get shot?” Peter’s eyes flickered up to the man’s face, a little taken aback. Tony shook his head. “You were wearing the suit, I… I don’t understand.” There was still a good amount of anger in his mentor’s voice just.. just different.

“I… erm…” He concentrated on the part he did have an answer for. “Just… just after they… they grabbed her and, erm…” His stomach was turning at the memories. “Pulled… pulled her in that house, they… they had a couple of guys out… out back and… and on the roof and…” He shook his head. “Hadn’t… hadn’t engaged the suit yet, so… yeah.”

Tony’s eyes were on his face, searching for something like he was trying to decipher some sort of secret code. “Why didn’t you say anything? You needed medical, you know what the protocol is!”

Peter nodded, then shrugged. “It’s… it’s fine, I… I took care of it, I… I’m so sorry.”

“Fuck’s sake…” Tony ran both hands across his face. “You should have told me, I…” He swallowed hard, his eyes on Peter, unblinking. “I was mad. I… I know. I still am. I’m still fucking mad at you, kid, and I should never have left you there. Never. That… that was fucked up, okay? Morgan, she… she had never been in the middle of something like this and I needed to get her out of there, but you have. You knew you were hurt.”

“I… it was fine… it was fine. I… I know you’re mad. I… I know I fucked up, that I should have helped her, been… been faster and… and better, I should have—”

“Pete, this is not about you being able to protect your sister on your own.” He had started pacing again. “This is about you not asking for help when you realized what was happening. Putting both of you in danger by trying to wing it on your own!” Tony shook his head, eyebrows closely pushed together in a frown as he came to a stop right in front of him. “It would be hard enough for us if something happened to Morgan. How do you think we’d feel if we lost you as well?”

Peter dropped his head, eyes on his shoes, not sure what to do now. He was just hoping for this to be over, to be allowed to crawl into a corner somewhere, but Tony wasn’t done with him.

“Tell me what happened.”

It wasn’t like Peter hadn’t expected that question. Ever since the man had sent Pepper out of the room, he had known that it was a likely scenario. Peter gave one short nod, trying to sort his feelings before he began to tell him about his senses, that feeling in the forest and how they had decided to leave. About how she had been there, never all that far off until they had argued a bit and then he just… he had just lost her. Her scream. The sprint through the woods. The guy with the gun. The men that shot at him. The blur that followed.

“I just… I was so scared and… and I…” He bit his lip. It all seemed so dumb now, so rash.

“And you?” Tony prompted.

“I… I thought if… if I’d just… just get her back then… then I wouldn’t have fucked up so bad but I…” His voice hitched as that sight that had burnt its way right to his brain popped up again. Morgan, on her knees, barrel of a gun pressed against her small neck. “I couldn’t… I just… just couldn’t… if they… if they had shot her… if I’d been too slow, if—” He couldn’t go on. He didn’t know how. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I’m so… so sorry,” he mumbled through the hand that was covering his mouth. A last ditch effort for something, even if forgiveness seemed out of reach.

The man blew out a sigh. He stepped up to Peter, one arm on his shoulder pulling him in. Peter lunged for him like he was the last life raft that could keep him drowning. “Don’t call me that, kid. We’re so far past that, aren’t we?”

Peter nodded against him, feeling foolish all of a sudden. For so long he had tried to fight against this, had tried not to let Tony get even closer. Not after how much it had hurt to lose him. Losing another father, for the third time.

“You scared me, kid. You scared me so bad, I…” The man sucked in a deep breath and slowly blew it out through gritted teeth. “If I lost you, either of you…” His voice was hardly louder than a whisper. “I can’t lose you again. I can’t.”

Peter’s breath hitched. “I… I’m sorry.” He pressed his eyes shut. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Shhh, you’re alright. It’ll be alright.” His hand was on the back of Peter’s head, holding him closely pressed against him. “I love you, buddy. You know that, right?”

His face pressed against his father’s chest, nodded into his shirt. “I love you, too, Dad.”

The man’s breaths were shaky, but he didn’t let go, held on harder if that was even possible. “Promise me, you’ll come home. No matter what.” His father’s hand on his head ran through his hair, then he turned his head just enough so he could press a kiss against Peter’s temple. “Promise me!”

“I promise,” Peter breathed. “I promise I’ll always come back home to you.”

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[author’s note: Alright, this was fun! Looking forward to finishing the next prompt. Thanks for reading, guys :) ]

#whumptober2020 #Marvel #Irondad #spiderson #morgan stark #whump #no.12 #broken trust #broken down #whumptober #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #iron man #iron dad and spider son #pepperony #pepper potts #LYKHIW timeline

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moonlightflower21 · 5 years ago

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Wrong direction

A/N: this was inspired by a song, written at 12:25 am. been feeling kinda all over the place, so i wrote this and it may have mistakes in it. hope you enjoy, anyway <3

this is complete angst, by the way :")

You stood as the tears that you tried to hold back, painted your cheeks with broken sobs passing your lips. Your back leaned against the wall, knowing full well your knees would have collapsed underneath you if you continued to stand unaided. It felt like you couldn't breathe, your lungs seemingly filling with air but nothing reached them. Your vision were blurred with tears, continually dripping down your cheeks at a steady pace. You knew your head would hurt later on but at least it would provide something else to focus on when your heart felt like it was being stabbed.

This wasn't your boyfriend, you refused to believe that Raphael was this... cold. This heartless. Yet he stood opposite you, with a bored expression making no effort to console you or try to justify his actions. His arms crossed over his chest, with a leg leaning up against the wall as April stood behind him, staring at you and him warily. You wanted to strangle her, it was a miracle you hadn't wrapped your fingers around her pretty little throat.

"What's going on?" She asked, stroking Raph's bicep comfortingly as her eyes stared at you up and down in a demeaning manner. "Nothin', Y/N is goin' off on one" he chuckled, finally making eye contact at you. Your brows had raised high, your own arms crossed over your chest to mirror his posture. The anger you built up leading to this moment burst and you were unable to reel it back in.

"Fuck you, Raphael. Fuck you" taking a step back, you shook your head at him in shock. A lone tear leaked from your eye, your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest and been stomped on multiple times at once without a pause. The smirk he had on almost faltered immediately, seeing you cry like that. In pain, caused by him.

"What's going on, guys?" Mikey smiled entering his room to grab something but then it disappeared as he saw your tears dropped from your cheeks and falling to the floor. He shot his brother a confused look when he didn't do anything to help you. "Y/N! What's wrong??" He gasped, coming to your side and you shook your head, letting out a soft sigh trying to not sob here.

"Nothing, I got reminded why I should have left your brother that night. You weren't worth the effort at all" you looked straight at Raphael when you some, hoping your words would cut his heart as his actions had done to you. And it had done, watching pain flicker through those irises you had grown to love but now hated with every passing second.

"Wha..." Mikey's eyes widened in the slightest when he caught sight of what happened. He looked to his brother in disbelief, blinking at April who stood next to his side. "Why are ya-" Raph started angrily but got cut off promptly after. You had enough, now it was your turn to talk.

"Shut up, I'm not done!" You hissed, holding your palm out. While your heart may have felt like it was being twisted in all sorts of directions your brain kept a clear path and direction which you were thankful for. His brow arched ever so slightly but he didn't interrupt.

"You know what the worst part about all of this?? I can't hate you physically. I hate what you did to me. I hate that I spent countless hours of my time, gave you my heart, gave you my time and for what?? For you to cheat on me with her??" You pointed angrily to April, fingers curling in a tight fist. Taking a breath, you composed yourself as best as you could. But it was hard given the circumstances. The amount of time you spend with him and the memories shared. You hated to think that, while they meant so much to you, he was probably thinking of April during it all.

"Mikey, could you give us some privacy?" You looked at him and gave a tired smile. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were puffy slightly. You looked so hurt, he hadn't seen you look so defeated. He gave you a hug, patting your back comfortingly before giving you one of his signature smiles. They were needed but they didn't quite reach your heart. He nodded, ignoring Raphael and looking at April.

"Let's go, that's the least you could do" you were surprised when you heard him speak in that angry tone, he specially reserved for enemies.

"But I-" "I'm not hear to listen to you. Get lost" Mikey barked out, opening the door and watching her reluctantly leave Raph's side. Raphael watched them both leave hearing the door close afterwards, and finally looked at you. So many emotions ran through your eyes, it was hard to pinpoint an exact one.

"You're happy. I guess I wasn't the one for you. But why? Why did you have to do this?" You asked, breathing out to calm your nerves so you didn't feel so overwhelmed at him. He didn't respond and you faked a laugh, sitting down on the bed.

"So the silent treatment? You hurt me, goodness knows for how long and you still stay silent? You knew what this would do to me, still you provide not an answer. You're a coward, Raphael. That's all you are" "Watch it, Y/N!" He snapped, glaring at you and you shook your head, watching how angry he turned. Normally you'd be a little cautious, but not today. Not after this.

"Can't take it?? That's how I'm feeling now Raphael! Why the fuck did you cheat on me?? Why the fuck did you hurt me like this??" You cried out, throwing your hands angrily in the air in emphasis.

"I-I don't know! It wasn't supposed to happen-" "Don't tell me that bullshit, just stop" you harshly wiped the tears that stained your cheeks while looking at him. The pain he caused you would stay with you for the longest time.

"I always stayed loyal to you, even when you weren't here. Even when I could have dated someone else, I chose not to. Where was your loyalty? Where was the honour in lying to me?" You asked, looking at the ground before meeting his gaze and he couldn't look at you. He chose to stare at the floor, knowing that meeting your eyes would make guilt overrun his stomach and he refused to break down in front of you.

"You can't answer, like always. My heart was in your hand and you played with it so easily. As if it meant nothing. But I guess that's exactly what it meant. I meant nothing to you. I was crazy to think you loved me-"

"I do!" "Then why the fuck am I crying. Why am I sitting here asking you, why the fuck you cheated?!" You yelled, standing up once more. "But you won't fucking answer me! That's the least I deserve, don't I?? An answer??" You snapped, coming closer to him. But not a sound from his side, and you scoffed turning around.

"I just, all this time I could have found someone that loved me instead of staying with someone who didn't" "You don't understand, Y/N! I loved you, I always did and I'm sorry-"

"Oh, I understand very well. You cheated and there's nothing else to it. People who love each other don't cheat on them. I loved you, did I cheat?" You shouted, not caring that probably the whole lair could hear you. The last sentence made your voice tremble, bring you back to the reality that he cheated. He really, actyally cheated. He fucked another woman in his bed and didn't even think how you'd be affected by it? Even when he made promises to you that he wouldn't. Even after all this, he went ahead and did it.

"What did you think Raphael? That you apologise and I'll run to you?? I'm breaking up and I don't ever want to see your face again" you picked up your bag from the ground, opening the door and turning your head to spare him one last glance before you left his life forever. You realised how hard it would be, without him. Because he taught you what love felt like, what happiness was. And you hated and loved him for that same reason.

"You weren't worth it, in the slightest. Have fun with April, hope you feel exactly what I'm going through. Bye, jerk" you smiled, slamming his door shut before taking in a shaky breath. You turned, leaving the lair before giving a glare to April. You didn't listen to the calls of the other turtles, knowing that the more you stayed in the lair the more your heart would continue to shatter and the more you would break.

It's so gut-wrenching, falling in the wrong direction.

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chocolatemin · 5 years ago

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TIME (ONEUS FANTASY AU)

AMBER'S POV

Once I got inside, the passage immediately shut. Sigh. Why does that always happen? Am I in a sort of horror movie? Cold wind brushed against my cheek caused me to shiver and snap back to reality.

I looked to my surroundings and everything is covered with thick snow while the sky is pale. "Winter?" It's very cold that I can barely move from my position. I hugged myself due to intense coldness. "Why didn't Xion tell me about this?" I started walking trying my best to ignore the freezing wind. "Thank goodness, I am wearing this black leather boots, my feet could've been stuck as soon as I stepped here!" I whispered triumphantly to myself. I can't find any other way except heading straight so I didn't bother to trouble myself.

I was walking and walking until it started to snow, I pulled my hoodie up to lessen the chance of me getting sick due to excessive coldness. I just keep walking as I lost track of time, maybe an hour or two had passed already... I wasn't able to notice that the road is quite bumpy. I slipped and fell down to the pile of snow and landed on my butt. "Ow, ow, not too cold! Ouch, it burns!" I looked up and saw a large, human-sized raven looking down at me with its clawed hand offered to me. I got startled and moved back from it. "Do you want my help or not?" I got more shocked when I heard him speak but regained my composure and took his hand, the feeling of his scaled skin and claw fingers are foreign which sent chills to my body. I thanked him for helping me and apologized for my behavior. "Have you broken some bones?" "Fortunately, I haven't, thank you for your concern." I hesitantly smiled to the large black bird from the crow family.

"By the way, my name is Ravn and don't be afraid, I don't bite." He suddenly turned into a human-like appearance. He has pretty eyes that compliments his other features well. "I'm Amber, I'm looking for the way out of here and was kinda lost, perhaps do you know any exits?" "I do, there's a town plaza nearby the castle, at the back of the castle is the Forest of the Lost which I had heard rumors of having an exit somewhere." "Can you help me go to that place?" "Sure. I'm heading there too. Just follow me." He smiled at me and pulled me beside him before we started walking.

"Do you live here?" I curiously asked him. "Yes." He replied briefly. "Uh, about earlier, why were you in that appearance?" "Oh, I'm sorry about that, it was too cold at that part of the land and was snowing heavily at the woods so I used my hybrid form to keep me warm." "Ah, I see. So I'm guessing you are not a human?" "Not really. I'm from the Human-Crow family, to be specific, the Ravens." "Woah, I think that's cool." "Well, I ain't gonna deny it." I looked up to him and he smiled cheekily. "Why did you choose to walk instead of flying?" "I'm still weak as of now and I cannot fly yet. I had just recovered from cold and fever." "What? Then you shouldn't be here, you could have just stayed home!" I got worried but he reassured me, "I was looking for a certain fruit to cure me, and fortunately I found it and ate it right away. I'm all good now." "You sure?" "Yeah. Don't worry."

We walked in comfortable silence and talked occasionally, it's very easy to make a conversation with him and it wasn't awkward, as if we had known each other for some time. We reached the seventeen o'clock as said on the huge clock in the middle of the plaza. It is not like any other clocks that are up to twelve only, instead, it is up to eighteen. It was really weird. "I'm going to buy dry ingredients at the market. Is it okay for you to wait a bit?" "No problem, I am looking for a botique, is it possible to find it here?" "Yup, are you going to buy clothes for you? Do you have money, I can lend you some if you want." "Don't worry, I have some with me besides I can't stand the coldness wearing these clothes." I sighed and shook my head earning a chuckle from him. "Yeah, yeah, I'll take you there after I buy the ingredients, is it okay?" "It's okay, I don't mind waiting." I smiled at him.

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Ravn told me to change my clothes in the bathroom. I thought there isn't enough water for them since it's currently winter but I was wrong. The pump has lots of water. Ravn even heated water for me incase I wanted to take a quick bath. As I am taking a quick bath I suddenly remembered the clock on the town plaza, why is it up to eighteen? I'll ask Ravn after. I changed into a white long sleeve ruffle blouse and fitted dress pants that I bought from the botique. It is old fashioned but simple. Ravn told me to just leave my clothes on the small table inside the bathroom. Before I leave, I made sure that the place is clean. I left bathroom feeling warm and refreshed.

I headed to the kitchen where Ravn is preparing the plates. "I'm done, thank you for letting me use the bathroom." "No problem, come here, sit down." He motioned me to sit on the chair opposite to him, "I prepared dinner." I sat down and thanked him. After we ate, I volunteered to clean the dishes while he get changed which he agreed hesistantly not wanting to bother me but I insisted.

"Are you done yet, Amber?" Ravn asked me when he got out of the bathroom. "Yes." I replied as I am drying my hands using the hand towel on the cupboard. He sat down on one of the chairs at the dining table. "Amber, please sit down, I have some questions to ask you." He said sternly which made me quite nervous, so I sat down quickly, "What is it?" "Helping you and letting you stay here doesn't mean I trust you fully and I'm not suspicious, right?" "Well, yeah. I'm still a stranger to you." "I don't want to hurt your feelings." "No, no, not at all. Go ahead."

"What are you?" Ravn realized his question, "I'm sorry it came off like that." "It's okay. I am just a mere human. Next question please." "You said you were kinda lost. How did you end up here?" "Well, I... uh, I entered a gate and was transported here. I don't know if you'll believe that but it's true." "Oh, I see. Are you aware of this place? I bet you don't know anything about the Winter Realm." "It is true that I don't." He sighed at my answer. "Be thankful that I'm the one who found you, if it was the werewolves hybrid, they could have killed you." My body shivered thinking of it. "But why would they kill me?" "They aren't very welcoming to strangers. Plus, you also look suspicious so they'll probably put you to painful death." I cringed at the thought of them tearing my body apart.

"I'm done asking questions, if you want, you can ask me too." My insides calmed down after he said that. "Then, where am I really? What kind of place is this?" My eyebrows furrowed unintentionally. "You're in Winter Realm, and obviously it's winter here. Wherein the season through out the whole year is winter." "What?!" "Yes." "How do you survive in this place? If the snowing is all-year round?" "Most of the citizens here are hybrids, humans are very rare here. And I'm not the only one from the Human-Crow family living here, we're a lot. Also, the werewolves hybrid are living here too. They are the knights of the castle while some of the human-crows are messengers and servants. Some of the hybrids us are just like me, a commoner." Woah, his house is quite big for a commoner's, that's what I thought. "Does that mean that the workers on the botique I bought these clothes, are not human? How about you?" He nodded and I gasped, if Ravn wasn't with me, maybe they won't sell clothes to me. "I sometimes have a duty in the castle as a cook or whatever they need for a special occasion like grand balls, meeting other diplomats but I work part-time on a small restaurant at the town plaza every 27 o'clock until 32."

"Oh, speaking of time, why is the clock up to eighteen?" "Are you referring to the clock on the plaza?" I nod. "It is because a day is equivalent to thirty-six hours, but! The daytime is 'til 12 o'clock only, then the rest is nighttime. That's total of 24 hours of night." "Then, what time is it now?" He looked to the window at the living room and squinted his eyes. "Hmm, according to the clock outside, it's currently passed twenty one o'clock ." "Isn't it late already?" "Not really. Why do you ask?" "In the place where I originally live, it's actually time to sleep by twenty one o'clock." "Really? You may sleep at my bed upstairs." "It's okay. I will just sleep at the couch. Can you take me to the forest later instead?" "That won't be a problem. It's actually my nap time, and I take my naps on the couch." "Oh, then I guess I'll be sleeping on the bed, you may have the couch." We both sat up and I reluctantly went to the three-stepped stairs while he's heading to the living room. "I told you, just sleep on the bed." He laughed while I climb the stairs, I just smiled at him and head to his room. I left the door half-closed since I'm not used to sleeping not in my room and for him to be able to enter without the need to knock.

I can't fall asleep yet so I stood up and went over to the window. The neighbourhood looks peaceful at night, I wonder, what are they doing too? Some are in their houses, while the others have their lights turned off. After admiring the view for some time, sleepiness finally kicked in and I immediately dozed off as I laid down myself.

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"Amber, you ready?" Ravn asked me after I finished gathering the things I needed. "Well, the keys are here, the coins too, the fruits I bought earlier and the water bladder you gave me. I'm ready to go!" I replied to him happily and put on my sling bag. "Wait!" "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Take this lamp and this dagger, you can't just go to a forest without anything to protect you, especially at night!" He handed me the lamp and the dagger with a smile. I tied the dagger to my waist and hid it under my cloak. "What time is it?" "It's 26:13. I think we need to go now." "I believe so. Let's go?" Ravn opened the door to his house and let me step outside first.

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Ravn flew me to the back of the castle and we landed safely. I climbed down from him before he transformed back to his human form, "Thank you for this, I cannot give anything back except these coins." I took the purse from my bag and handed it to him, he pushes it back to me saying he's fine but I grabbed his hand, placed the purse on it and shoved it to him and smiled, "No, I insist, take those. I have the half of it in my bag." Lie, I only left a quarter on my bag. "Well, I don't have a choice, you're too persistent." We both laughed knowing he won't win this arguement with me.

"Thank you so much Ravn for everything you did... From helping me on my way to the town, letting me stay the night, to bringing me here. I wish I could have given you anything aside from those coins." "It's alright, Amber. I'm glad I was able to help you. It's our family's rule— to help anyone in need without seeking for something in return." He plastered a smile. "Thank you again, but I think you need to head back or you'll be late for your work and might get paid less than you should have." I replied in a concerned tone, afraid he might think I'm shooing him away. His eyes went wide, looks like he had forgotten it already, I chuckled at the sight. "Oh right, I totally forgot about it, thank you for reminding me. I need to go, bye Amber." He waved to me and quickly transformed into a black raven spreading its magnificent wings. I waved back at him and he looked at me one last time before flying away.

I marched towards the inside of the said forest with excitement and nervousness. The only things I hear are the sound of crickets, owls and my own footsteps. I countinued walking until I heard a howling sound from afar. I got startled and stopped on my tracks for a while. Sure, walking at night– in the woods, with a small light and all alone? Isn't really scary. As I walked deeper and deeper to the forest, the growling of the animal became less and less faint until I spotted a creature not far from me. Its body is covered with black smoke and its eyes are glowing yellow. I stopped on my tracks to prevent further noise and hid the lamp beside me, hoping that the creature won't notice the light and come towards me. Unfortunately, it started walking to my direction causing me to flinch and drop the lamp I was carrying. It jumped infront of me and I wasn't able to move due to fear taking over me.

"Grrr, what is a lady doing here at night? Mayhaps you don't want to be able to see the sunlight tomorrow, eh?" It growled louder and before I could talk it lunged infront of me causing me to fall to the ground. "Please, spare my life." "Ha! You wish. Now, say goodbye." The creature, which somewhat look alike to a lion and wolf at the same time, slowly brings its face closer and opened its mouth widely. Is this where I end already?

-END OF CHAPTER-

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bhinx · 3 years ago

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Month of Giving...

Christmas Eve

December 24 2021, as I waited for his birthday to come, I suddenly stopped and saw the laugher of each member of my family. Until I realized something. That Christmas is not just a celebration of his birth but also a season of love. His the main reason why everything seems so possible. And I'm so thankful because I had a chance to celebrate it with the people I treasured the most. Giving enough time for those people who I valued was the best part of my Christmas. I Always being their for them in every step of the way. Let them know that you will never leave their side through ups and downs. Always be there to listen and help each other to grow. You don't need to give so much effort because a tight hug from a person you cherish is more than everything. And last was having a great communication with them. Talking like there's no barrier is the best feeling you've ever experienced. Being comfortable to people around you is a priceless thing to do. Sharing and knowing your thoughts to each other can be the foundation of one of best relationship you can have. Giving love to my family is what my Christmas Eve all about.

New Year's Eve

I allotted the last hours of my 2021 for myself. This year has been tough for me. That's why I own my self the biggest apology that I have. And as I waited for the time to come, I silently talk to myself. My dear self please hear me out.

First, I'm sorry because I already know that you've been through a lot this past few months but I still push you so hard to do things you didn't actually wanted to do. I'm sorry for not listening to you. I'm sorry if there were nights when you cried yourself to sleep because I gave you so much thoughts. I'm sorry if I slowly destroying you. I'm sorry because I'm not strong enough to fight for you. I'm sorry for the insecurities and disappoinments. I'm sorry for not believing in you. I'm so sorry for making their worth more important than yours. I'm sorry for not putting you first at my priorities. I'm sorry if I can't take care of you. And last, I'm sorry, for not loving you fully.

But thankyou, thankyou for not giving up. Thankyou for staying with me. I promise to make it up you. This time, you gonna be my top most priority. I promise to stay still even if everything seems falling apart. I promise to fight with you. And I promise to give you the love that you more than deserve. We are one in this healing process. I will not leave you this time. That's my solemn vow to you my dearest self.

And as the clock hits the 12 in the midnight, I smiled. Finally I felt the freedom that I had been longing for. Free from all the pain this year caused me. Thankyouu and goodbye my year 2021.

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yuki-setsu · 7 years ago

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12 Days of (Lance) Whumpmas! - Day 7 [Allergic Reaction]

late afff omg i’m sorry i had a hard time with this day because i’m not used to writing allergic reactions askfjalk

part of the 12 Days of VLD Whumpmas hosted by @vldwhumpmas2017! check out more info on the challenge here if you want to participate!

It started when Lance started to have trouble sleeping. It wasn't bad, but Pidge's headphones and the sleeping mask weren't working as well as they used to. It was enough to leave him lying in bed at random hours of the night, enveloped in complete darkness but wide awake. So one day, he sought out Coran after everyone had split up into their own evening activities. Lance found him still on the bridge, leisurely tapping away at the tablet in his hands.

“Coran, my man.” Lance called out, sauntering over with a grin.

Coran glanced up, eyes crinkling in a smile when he spotted Lance. “Did you need something, my boy?”

“I just had a... question. Is there any kind of fancy Altean medicine that helps with sleeping on this ship?”

Coran tilted his head. “Sleeping? Are you having trouble falling asleep at night?”

It felt a bit silly now that Lance was having the conversation. But at this point, he might as well go through with it. “Yeah. A bit.”

Coran hummed thoughtfully, shutting off the tablet and setting it aside. “I can't say for certain that a medicine comes to mind. Oh!” His eyes lit up, and he headed towards the main doors, a hand up as a signal for Lance to wait. “One moment, I might have just the thing!”

And so Lance waited, hands in his pockets as he watched space drift on by outside the windows. Maybe he could get drowsy if he just slept next to a window, watching the expanse of stars and planets lazily float past. Sleeping on the ground might be a bit uncomfortable, though. He heard the doors slide open again, turning to see Coran jog back inside with a jar in his hands. Things that looked like orange jellybeans filled the container, nothing like what he imagined when he thought of sleeping medicine.

“These are called Lilipyrs!” Coran explained, twisting the jar open. Lance leaned in for a closer look. Didn't really smell like anything. “I don't believe humans know of it, but they are known to induce drowsiness and relaxing properties in those who take it. One Lilipyr should be plenty for you. Taste is great, so no worries on that!”

Lance grinned, picking one out from the jar and tucking it into his pocket. “Better than nothing. Thanks, Coran! I'll let you know how it goes.”

He headed off to his room early that night, eating dinner a bit sooner than the others and getting ready for bed. He hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in a few days, and he was fully prepared to tuck in before his usual time and catch a couple more hours to make up for it. He felt so impatient to get to sleep that he decided to forsake his skin care routine this time around—he'd probably yell at himself for that tomorrow morning—and opted to just slip into his pajamas instead.

A few minutes later, Lance was perched at the end of his bed, the small orange bean in his hand. He stared at it for a long moment, contemplating. Coran did mention that humans haven't tried it yet... Was it safe? Not that he ever assumed Coran would just willingly hand him something that could endanger his life, but still...

Maybe he'd try sleeping on his own one more time.

Lance shuffled into bed, careful to set the bean next to his pillow before he slid on the sleeping mask and headphones. Guess these extra hours would be his test run. He tucked his blanket around him before settling onto the pillow, wriggling around to get into a comfortable position. And once he did, it was just deep breathing and trying to relax from there on out.

And he tried, he really did. He was pretty sure it had been at least an hour before he sat back up, sliding up his mask with a groan. Well, this wasn't working. He blinked, letting his vision adjust to the darkness of his room as he groped around for the bean on his bed. Once his hand closed around the small object, he didn't hesitate to pop it in his mouth and chew. His eyes widened at the burst of flavor, something akin to a tropical taste. Definitely tasty, like Coran said. If it had been a snack, he could've eaten those all day. He chewed a bit more, savoring the flavor before he swallowed, letting his stomach digest for a few seconds before he settled back into bed, sleeping mask back on. Hopefully the thing worked fast.

But a few minutes later, Lance almost felt more awake, an uncomfortable sensation in his chest. He tried to ignore it, but it felt like an itching that crawled its way up his body and to his throat. It got too much, and Lance sat back up, discarding the headphones and sleeping mask on the bed as he tried to figure out what was bothering him so much.

He itched. Why was he itching? The room was too dark, and he pushed himself out of bed to turn the lights on. The lights snapped on, and Lance squinted at the light, adjusting to the white and zeroing in on his arms. His wrists were beginning to look red and irritated, angry bumps making their way up towards his arms.

For a few seconds, Lance just stared, wondering if he was seeing things properly. Something like this never happened before. The sudden burst of panic seemed to tighten his chest, and he found it significantly more difficult to breathe. He skimmed his fingers over the bumps, ignoring the way he trembled. Okay, something was definitely wrong. It must have been what Coran gave him, there wasn't any other explanation. He'd go and get it fixed...

He stumbled out into the hallway, feeling like the air was punched out of his lungs once he started to move again. He barely caught himself against the wall, holding himself up as he gripped at his arms, his fingers reflexively scratching at the skin to relieve the constant itching. Would he even make to to Coran's quarters?

Lance glanced at the room just down the hall, biting down a groan. He really didn't want to, but the panic overrode everything. He made his way to Keith's door, knocking weakly before he slumped against it, trying to catch his breath. It was starting to feel like he was breathing through straws at this point. It was terrifying, to say the least.

When the door slid open, Lance just barely realized he was still leaning on it before he tumbled forward. He fell against something soft before he hit the ground, and it took him a second to realize Keith caught him before they fell. If this was any other situation, this would've been one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

“Ow,” Keith groaned, trying to sit back up. Lance wanted nothing more than to get off of Keith's chest, but his body was too busy trying to get air into his lungs, and his arms were feeling really uncomfortable. “Lance, what the hell—”

“G-get Coran.” Lance wheezed, finally managing to push himself onto his knees. One hand gripped at the cloth above his chest, wishing that he could breathe better if he just tore it off. “I'm—I can't—”

Hands grabbed at Lance's face before he found Keith staring right at him, eyes wide. “Dude, your face...” Lance didn't know what that meant, but then Keith was looking over his shoulder and yelling out into the hallway. “Shiro? Guys! I need help over here!”

Lance tried to stand, struggling to take in a full breath. “K-Keith...”

Keith looked back, expression grim before he turned around and picked Lance up in a piggyback. “Sorry. It might be harder to breathe like this, but I'm gonna run.”

Lance tried to nod, his chest feeling like it had already shrunk half its size as Keith got up. His forehead fell against Keith's shoulder, too tired to waste any more energy on something that wasn't breathing. His arms burned. His face hurt.

There was pounding footsteps down the before Lance heard them stop right in front of him. “Keith?” It was Shiro, panting. “What's going on?”

“Something's wrong with Lance. Can you get Coran and meet us in the medical bay?”

Lance didn't hear Shiro respond, but he heard his footsteps already sprinting away before Keith started to run as well. He had to admit that Keith ran fast, though. It wasn't long before he found himself sitting on a table in the medical bay, Keith holding him back up by the shoulders. He looked lost, unsure of what to do, and Lance couldn't blame him because he didn't really know either. At least he could still breathe, even though each inhale sent a shudder through his body with the effort it took. He ducked his head, shutting his eyes and working through each breath. Keith shifted Lance's weight onto one arm, and Lance felt a hand start to rub slow and hesitant circles on his back, which felt surprisingly comforting. Never thought he'd live to see the day.

After a short moment, he felt Keith's hands disappear before someone else cupped his face, and Lance blinked his eyes open to see Coran, eyes awash with concern.

“Hang in there, my boy. I'll fix this.” Coran had Lance lie down, but he rolled over onto his side because it was too hard to breathe on his back. Suddenly, Hunk filled his vision, holding his hand and saying something Lance couldn't quite make out. When did Hunk even get here?

He watched Hunk glance over before scooting aside a bit for Coran, who busied himself with the arm that Hunk wasn't occupying. Lance tried to look, but Hunk drew his attention again.

“Coran's just giving you some stuff to help you feel better, man.” Hunk said with a smile, running his free hand through Lance's hair. “Just focus on breathing with me. It should get easier soon.”

Lance did, listening to Hunk count off each inhale and exhale every time. And a minute later, whatever Coran did must've worked, because his chest loosened and his arms stopped itching as much. It was a relief to air whoosh into his lungs like they normally did, calming the hazy panic that had been enveloping him. For a few minutes, he took in larger and larger breaths, grateful for the reprieve. His head slumped against the table, exhausted.

“Wha' happened?” Lance mumbled.

Hunk squeezed his hand sympathetically. “From what I heard, Coran gave you something to help you sleep? Guess your body didn't react well to it.” He blew out a breath. “You could say it was an allergic reaction. Coran gave you something to stop the thing from spreading and counter the effects.”

“Oh.” He was allergic to a space jellybean. That sounded great. He shifted the arm Coran had working on, spotting something similar to an IV drip attached to it. The liquid looked kind of yellow though, which was a little gross.

Coran had been standing a few feet away, speaking quietly with Allura—he didn't remember when she got here, either—and checking something on his tablet before he caught Lance's gaze and stepped over. “How do you feel?”

“Better. Thanks.”

Coran shook his head, frowning. “I should be the one apologizing. I should have checked it to make sure it was compatible with humans before giving it to you. I'm just glad we stopped it before it got worse.” He lifted a hand, light as a feather above Lance's arm. “Think you can go on your back now, my boy? I'd like to keep you here for a bit to make sure everything's fine.”

Lance nodded, finally letting go of Hunk's hand and shifting onto his back with a sigh. He caught Keith standing near his head, arms crossed with an unreadable expression.

Lance grinned. “Never thought I'd say this, but thanks for the piggyback.”

Keith flushed, gaze trained on the wall next to him. “It was nothing. As long as you're better now.”

“At least I remember you cradling me in your arms this time around, dude.” Lance's smile grew when Keith turned even redder.

He heard Pidge's voice somewhere to the side, and Lance turned to catch her heading towards him, pillow in hand. Shiro was just behind, hugging an armful of blankets. She pressed herself next to Hunk, moving to get the pillow under Lance's head.

Once she'd finished her task, she took a moment to get a good look at Lance. “Feeling better?” She squinted. “Your face looks a little swollen.”

“Oh trust me, it was a lot worse before.” Hunk supplied unhelpfully.

Lance's eye's widened. “Wait, how swollen are we talking here?”

“Alright guys, we need to let Lance rest a bit.” Shiro chimed in, careful to avoid the IV as he draped the blanket on Lance. “Once Coran says everything's fine, you can go sleep in your room. We'll be here in case anything happens.”

Lance shifted under the blankets. “You guys don't need to stay here. Go do... whatever you were doing.”

“It's for our peace of minds.” Allura said, popping up next to Shiro. She smiled warmly. “Rest, Lance.”

To be fair, he was actually feeling pretty sleepy. Would've been nice if he didn't need a near-death experience to get to this point, though. His eyes drooped shut, the low chatter of voices a soothing noise in his head. Sleep came easily this time.

#my writing #voltron #vld #lance #lance mcclain #keith #hunk #shiro #pidge #allura #coran #12 days of vld whumpmas

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Harvard!Christmas - 3

Part 1 // Part 2 //

I hope you didn’t expect this to stay cute and cheerful. this is harvard, fam. i have a reputation to consider.

It's not the kitten who wakes him in the morning, but the pounding of a fist against his front door.

It's an unpleasant thing to wake up to, because it doesn't register immediately as what's woken him, and for the first few moments he doesn't connect the sound to its source. There's just a loud pounding noise and he has no idea what it is---until he does. John sits bolt upright and then scrambles out of bed, stumbling down the hallway from his bedroom and to the front door of the apartment, where he fumbles to unlock the door, without stopping to check who's there.

And he opens the door to find the building manager, yet again, only this time all the cordiality has disappeared from his manner, and his expression is taut and tense with disapproval. John's first thought is that somehow (probably owing to the few pounds of sand he'd stolen for a makeshift litterbox) the contraband kitten has been discovered, and he's being evicted, but instead the manager just holds out his phone. There's no "merry Christmas" this time, nor even a "good morning". The man's voice is flat with exaggerated patience as he says, "Your father's on the line. Apparently you haven't been picking up your phone."

The irritation of the man standing in front of him is paltry compared to the towering disapproval of the man on the other end of the line. John's only about a minute out of bed, and he's as disheveled as he ever is, still bleary-eyed from sleep and with his hair tousled and his pajamas rumpled, and in any other situation he'd be embarrassed to be caught like this in front of a semi-stranger---but the capacity for any emotion more complex than sheer horror has vanished. When the building manager gestures insistently with his phone, John's reaction is automatic and he takes it---but there's a wild moment of panic in which he wants nothing more than to throw it down the hallway, slam the door and bolt it, and then walk briskly across his apartment and straight off his fourth story balcony.

Instead he holds it up and hears the disconnected faintness of his own voice as he says, "Hello?"

"John. We've been worried about you."

Just the sound of his father's voice---separate entirely from his tone and what he's said---is enough to make John want to fall through the floor. He feels like some part of himself has detached and departed, because he can hear himself answer, but can't comprehend how he's able to say anything at all, "---I'm sorry. I-I got home really late, I just wanted to go to bed. I just---I forgot to turn my phone back on."

"This kind of irresponsibility is something I count on you not to demonstrate, John."

"I'm sorry. Dad, I---"

"When you called me yesterday, I didn't form the impression that I was the only person who'd been told you were heading back to Boston. No one else knew where you'd gone. You'd been missing for hours with no word to your brothers, to my mother---by the time I got home, they were getting ready to start calling hospitals. And no further word from you until now? Because I contacted your landlord, on Christmas morning?"

John feels himself cringe, and distantly notices the way that the building manager is staring at him, watching the half of the conversation that he's privy to. He should probably be at least vaguely horrified by this, but he can't even bring himself to properly register the man's continued presence. All that matters is his father's voice on the line, his expectant silence as he waits for an explanation. There's no point in trying to justify himself, all he can do is stammer out another useless apology, "I'm sorry."

This isn't what his father wants. "I'm not especially interested in your apology, John. But later today you will be calling your grandmother, to tell her how sorry you are for frightening her, and your little brother, who held out hope that you would be back by Christmas morning. I don't know when I've ever been so disappointed in your behaviour. I expect much, much better from you."

That's always been true, and John's always known that it's true, but hearing it stated when he knows he's failed to meet that expectation makes him want to die. "Yes, sir."

"Apologize to your building manager for the trouble you've put him to on Christmas Day. Charge your phone. I'd better hear that you've spoken to your brothers and your grandmother before the end of today. Goodbye."

It's abrupt, but maybe that's merciful, really. John plummets back into the present and manages not to break down in the hallway in front of his building manager. He hands the man's phone back, uncomfortably conscious of the way he's being looked at, the way the man's irritation has melted into something like pity. "I'm very sorry for the intrusion," John says, and can't even manage to wish that he sounded sincere, instead of just hollow and perfunctory, as though he's only apologizing because he's been told to. He wonders if the other half of the conversation had been audible at all, in the way that phone conversations sometimes are. He hopes not.

"Honest mistake," the manager says quickly, and then briefly, impulsively, pats John's shoulder. "Glad there was nothing wrong. I think it's just that you gave your family a bit of a scare, is all. But it all worked out. Merry Christmas."

"Same to you," John answers numbly, and then closes the door.

His phone waits where he left it, in the pocket of his discarded coat, over by the radiator.

[19 missed calls]

Scott

[24/12/2055 06:38:02 Scott: hey jaybird, where'd you go?]

[24/12/2055 06:38:41 Scott: al says you probably went to cool off some place, you maybe wanna let me know where?]

[24/12/2055 07:02:20 Scott: virgil's dealing with gordon]

[24/12/2055 07:05:13 Scott: I'm sorry about gordon, he wasn't supposed to fly out on his own. he was supposed to show up with dad to keep him in line.]

[24/12/2055 08:12:29 Scott: look i know you're mad but don't do this shit johnny, it's christmas]

[24/12/2055 08:41:48 Scott: John seriously. Pick up your phone.]

[24/12/2055 09:30:58 Scott: Dad is gonna be landing at the airport in an hour John, I do not want to tell him that we can't fucking find you.]

[24/12/2055 09:35:17 Scott: if you've crashed your stupid rental car into a ditch on some stupid backroad john I'm personally gonna haul you out and kick your ass the whole way back home]

[24/12/2055 09:36:11 Scott: I didn't mean that. Sorry. Please just pick your phone up.]

[24/12/2055 09:59:01 Scott: okay well we're gonna start calling the hospitals/highway patrol/the fucking cops in a minute here john, so if you're just being an ass now would be a real good time to fucking quit it]

[24/12/2055 10:25:31 Scott: okay. talked to dad. he's furious, by the way. so that's fun. thanks for that. sometimes I literally just cannot fucking believe you. merry goddamn christmas, John.]

Virgil

[24/12/2055 06:20:52 Virgil: okay, i'm really really sorry about Gordon. he was supposed to fly in with dad. I'm not going to make any excuses. He's way out of line.]

[24/12/2055 06:21:04 Virgil: if you've gone for a drive because you need some time to cool off that's fine, but don't do anything stupid like turn your phone off, okay?]

[24/12/2055 06:21:43 Virgil: like I know you do that when you're pissed and you have every right to be pissed but we live in the middle of nowhere and the roads aren't great out here and everybody would feel better if you kept your phone on.]

[24/12/2055 06:34:49 Virgil: also please text me back.]

[24/12/2055 07:46:18 Virgil: John, you've been gone for an hour and a half and nobody knows where. Grandma's really worried.]

[24/12/2055 07:46:31 Virgil: if you make my Grandma cry on Christmas Eve, J, then you and me are gonna have a problem]

[24/12/2055 08:50:18 Virgil: look john, if you're reading these, then at least acll Alan, he's freaking out. you're actually scaring the shit out of him. the poor kid pretty much worships you and you go and pull something like this. at christmas. come the fuck on johnny.]

[24/12/2055 09:15:27 Virgil: okay. your phone is off.]

[24/12/2055 09:42:53 Virgil: I mean at this point I think Scott's actually hoping that you're upside down in a ditch somewhere because if you're ignoring texts and calls like this, he's legitimately gonna kick your ass until you die.]

[24/12/2055 10:01:45 Virgil: we've gotta call dad. like, this is the warning. i think we've been kinda covering for you in case this is just a stupid tantrum, but it's been three hours now john. please just answer somebody.]

[24/12/2055 10:02:04 Virgil: if something's happened to you then we need to start doing something, and dad literally has enough pull to have the entire county searched from orbit.]

[24/12/2055 10:02:24 Virgil: I don't know if you realize how scary this actually is.]

[24/12/2055 10:45:08 Virgil: Okay. so, you've just left the fucking state. you're not dead. when dad gets ahold of you you're maybe gonna wish you were. but i guess I'm trying to be glad you're okay.

[24/12/2055 11:21:38 Virgil: all right well whenever you get this. Probably when you get back to Boston. I don't know what to tell you, other than that I can't actually decide if I'm madder at you or at gordon. you've both been total fucking jackasses and this shit can't continue. you're as bad as each other. I don't think we've had a christmas this bad since Mom died.]

[24/12/2055 11:22:01 Virgil: maybe think about that.]

Alan

[24/12/2055 06:44:19 Alan: gordon's super drunk and he's being really really dumb. virg and scotty are gonna cover for him but they shouldn't. i totally don't blame you for leaving. i wish i could leave too.]

[24/12/2055 07:01:36 Alan: when you come back we should go hang out in the barn. one of the barn cats had kittens over the summer and they're all still around]

[24/12/2055 07:01:44 Alan: they're cute]

[24/12/2055 07:28:53 Alan: scotty took the truck to go look for you, but i think that's probably kind of stupid. it's dark and the roads are pretty bad.]

[24/12/2055 08:02:14 Alan: virgil put gordon to bed and told me to tell dad he has food poisoning. stupid gordon.]

[24/12/2055 08:21:45 Alan: I think grandma's kind of upset.]

[24/12/2055 09:07:19 Alan: did you see the geminids this year? it was too cloudy here, but i checked the weather near Boston and it was supposed to be clear]

[24/12/2055 09:12:32 Alan: i guess it's hard to get out to anywhere with dark enough skies if you don't have a car]

[24/12/2055 09:33:41 Alan: do you miss driving? i'm excited to learn. Grandma let's me back the truck out sometimes. virg said he'd teach me when I'm old enough.]

[24/12/2055 10:01:27 Alan: are you gonna be home soon? everybody's kind of worried.]

[24/12/2055 10:40:49 Alan: dad says you had to go back to Boston for school stuff. I guess it was important.]

[25/12/2055 12:01:02 Alan: merry christmas, johnny]

John turns his phone off again.

#some kind of creative doubt

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