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"Yeah, it's not a big deal...
I just loved you."
Excerpt from my story
"I can't believe you kept this a secret! How long has this been going on?"
...
"I-I think since I got out of the hospital."
"Are you freaking kidding right now? I'm going to kill him!"
"Lia, you're barely over three feet."
"I'm serious."
"Sorry if you're the last one knowing when it starts raining, but..."
"How can you not care?"
"I guess I got used to it."
"You can't just got used to it, you can't get used to someone who treats you like crap."
"Then what should I do, huh? Don't you think I tried to escape? I'm scared! Life isn't always perfect, I stopped looking for my knight in shining armor a long time ago, I can't wait for him to save me, so I got to save myself and I'm doing that by trying not to get myself in trouble, in a hospital or worse. You have to accept that."
~I couldn't accept that, I couldn't accept that my best friend's life was a mess and I wasn't able to do anything to make it better, I felt useless, the only thing I could do was hug her...no words needed, words are overrated, in that hug were trapped reassurance and thoughts, thoughts we couldn't turn into words cause the tears has taken over, surprisingly they weren't mine...Cecilia was crying, probably for the first time in front of somebody else, again, I felt useless but we stayed like that for long, 'till she wiped her tears away and with a big smile on her face she told me:
"It was a full day, let's eat something."
And we walked away.~
( mysterio )
Quentin rose a brow at the boy’s words. That certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Peter…” he began, fighting the amusement that wanted to peek through at his condition. “This isn’t a hostage situation. I’m not barricading you in. The two of you can leave. I’m not going to stop you.” But it would certainly be a mistake for Peter to make. Because if Peter didn’t play his part yet again, him and his friends were going to have to pay the price.
To prove his good intentions, he stepped to the side slightly. Giving the girl enough room to leave if she so chose to. Anything to make him seem less threatening in this moment. A predator eyeing up its prey the way a wolf hides in sheep’s clothing. He needed Peter to trust him. Everything would go so much smoother if Peter trusted him. Believed in him the way he believed in Tony fucking Stark. After all, if he was going to be the next Iron Man, it was almost too fitting if he took his protege under his wing as well.
“You probably think terribly of me. I don’t blame you, but nothing is without reason. The world has been a little messed up since the blip. Everyone trying to makeup for all those lost years. They’re scared and unsure. People need something to believe in.”
everything—every single bit in him fights to remain as focused as he is right now. tense, aggravated. moved and forged by the findings he and mj made just a moment ago and that could mean so many things—so many DARK, DIFFICULT, bad things. and if he had been any other ! one is tempted to think, if any other had been the man standing in front of him it would have been so much easier to distrust and remain enraged by the situation. so much easier to not give in to the niceness of his words and the way he moves—steps aside and assures them of the freedom they still have. but—at the same time, there’s something about him that starts to bring down his walls. something… so civil, so concerned, so genuine. he states that she can go and there’s not a threat he can perceive, not a lie he ought to anticipate, and although he wouldn’t want to ! he is distracted by that. he is distracted now, and even more when she grasps his forearm and he turns to her with a silent exchange of stares. she doesn’t want to go and she begs her to leave; she asks if he’s really sure and he is ( but you are not, i am, you are not, i am ! go, please, go ) he thinks she doesn’t buy it in the end but she agrees all the same, she’s smart like that. smarter than everyone he knows really, and he only hopes she’s smart enough not to do something that could compromise the safety of everyone here.
hopefully, that is.
michelle leaves and he quickly shoots the door so his webs are there to interfere with anyone who’d want to enter his room. all of his attention completely now on the man waiting for him, just a few steps ahead. “ maybe. okay ! maybe. but—if that’s what they need, they—they have heroes already. thor, and the falcon, and that—that one king guy with ladies soldiers and all his armies and everything. and i—i know there’s a lot of talking about who—” but he has to stop himself right there. a memory, one coming too soon and too sharply for his still scarring self. almost too fast for him to completely stop before saying it. “ about who—who’ll be the next... iron man and—everything, but— ” he forces—pushes himself to say, but he can’t.
he wants to but he can’t—say it, verbalize it. even thinking about him becomes too hard to even try for too long right now.
“ please, can’t we stop this? it’s—it’s not right, and you know what? if we talk to fury maybe he’ll understand—i’ll help you make him understand—we just— ”
genuinely, genuinely for a split second thought that it was april first and I just somehow missed like two weeks of my life
Stray Kids? I only know Slay Kids