#nobody’s saying 2023 will be their year… we’re all so scared
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happy belated longest night
#night in the woods#nitw#mae borowski#get it bc they only have harfest and longest night#me waging the war on chrismis <333#happy holidays from an atheist who despises commercialism#to those who celebrate: power to you. please less krysler music though please#probably my last post for 2022 woooo#nobody’s saying 2023 will be their year… we’re all so scared#dear vague higher power let 2023 be quiet#let 2022 go gentle into that good night#let 2023 awaken bright and bleary-eyed and hopeful and kind#ok im done now#see yall next year
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Fictober 2023: Day 1: "It's not too late, let's go." - Ghostface strikes again.
Fandom: Scream
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
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Ghostface is back.
Kirby’s voice silences what had previously been a joyful room.
Tara’s stomach drops, body tensing. Not again. Not again. She can’t go through this again.
Only a year removed since Richie’s family and… Anika, and things were finally going right. Things were good. She was happy, for the first time in her fucking life.
Of course it wouldn’t last.
There’s a part of her that never expected it too.
But did it really have to happen now? At Christmas.
Fate is a Carpenter it seems, and it’s building them yet another fucking maze to survive.
Ha. Her mother always did call her a rat. An unwanted pest, always running to- no. No. We’re not thinking about her.
Kirby’s still talking, but Tara hasn’t been able to hear a word, too caught up in her head, in the absurdity of the situation. She doesn’t bother trying to tune in, and turns to look at her sister instead.
Sam stands tense, muscles coiled and ready for a fight, listening to Kirby intently. The frown on her face makes something inside of Tara ache.
She hurts for herself, the sensation of a year's worth of progress being kicked over and smashed to the ground, but more than that, she hurts for Sam.
Sam who has been so confident since last year, so at ease with herself, settled and happy, able to face the world like never before. Heck, since the TV interview with Gale just a few months ago, her sister had finally been able to just… exist. No more accusations and insults and assaults.
People left them alone, finally believed her.
If it all happens again… Sam can’t go through it again.
Sam doesn’t have to go through it again.
Tara’s moving before she even realises it, pulling Sam away with a hand on her arm, dragging her across the apartment and away from their friends- their family.
She doesn’t want anyone to hear what she’s going to say next.
It would only hurt them, they would only feel betrayed.
(She doesn’t want anyone to stop them.)
“It’s not too late, let’s go” Tara whispers, a hand reaching up to clench at Sam’s shoulder. Her words are rushed and desperate. She needs Sam to understand.
Sam doesn’t understand.
“Tara, what—”
“No, Sam. Please,” she implores. “Let’s just go. If we’re not here, none of this happens. No one gets hurt, nobody dies.”
Tara’s hushed words linger in the air for a moment. Time feels slow. There’s a part of her that’s scared to look away from Sam’s eyes, to turn around and realise the room is looking at her, judging her. Condemning her for her selfish desires.
(She could live with that, if it meant Sam was safe. She would take the whole world’s scorn if it meant Sam didn’t have to.)
Sam just smiles down at her, a tilt of the lips settling her face into a familiar expression, one Tara has known all her life, though never from her sister. Pity.
No, Sam really doesn’t understand at all.
“Hey, baby,” Sam murmurs softly, raising a hand to brush Tara’s hair back and rest on her cheek. “It’s going to be ok, alright?”
Tara closes her eyes. She can feel her throat closing up, her words falling away. She had one chance to convince Sam to run away with her, and she squandered it. Stupid.
She chokes back a sob as Sam pulls her forward and wraps her arms around her, comforting Tara for all the wrong reasons.
“You don’t need to stay, I get it.”
Sam speaks with certainty, assured by her own words.
“I’ll call Sidney. You know she’ll let you stay with her until we get this guy. There’ll be nowhere safer.”
Tara can’t help but wonder how long this attitude will last, if it will survive another round with Ghostface, another published story of her standing over a body with a knife.
“No,” she cries into her sister’s chest. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
She pulls back swiping her palms across her face, determination settling under her skin.
“Whatever happens, we deal with it together.”
Tara won’t let her sister be assassinated by the media again. She won’t let all of Sam’s progress be for nothing.
Sam has sacrificed so much to protect her, it’s Tara’s time to return the favour.
Ghostface will take no more from her family.
Never again.
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SH Month 2023 Day 4 – First Touch
The Sacrifice – Part 1
Hinata POV
She never enjoys going out to meet with the ladies from the other families. Always prefers spending time by herself, locked in her room reading and getting lost in the world of a good novel.
But her father sends her at the ladies’ meetings either way. ‘Do not let the other clans think less of us because of your absence’ but what he doesn’t know is that they already do. They think less of her, bully her, and she never stands up for herself.
At the start it was hurtful, by now it is routine. It’s easier to just let them laugh and push her around than it would be to try and do something only to annoy them more.
However…the ladies too are getting bored of her lack of reply. So, their tactics changed lately, they pull her hair, trip her, one of them even ‘mistakenly’ ripped her kimono. He disheveled appearance is starting to raise suspicions.
Deciding that she finally had enough and adding the fact that the bullying intensified anyway, she is no ready to stand up for herself!
And she did, last meeting she chewed them all a new one. When one of them tried to trip her she kicked her foot, making that lady fall. They gasped and Hinata panicked for a second internally. But she stood her ground still.
So she expected things to be better this time, they saw how tough she is actually!
…But…
“She’s from the bravest clan. I’m sure the old tales don’t scare her.”
“Yes! Go Hinata, when we were playing with the temari ball it rolled all the way into the yard. Go retrieve it. You’re the toughest of us all”
They’re walking, or more like she is being pushed, towards the old haunted house.
Centuries ago, the mightiest clan all fell one night, the village mourned and placed flowers at the gate of the mansion, but during the night someone painted each white lily red with the blood of the fallen.
People say that a demon did it, that it was the one to kill them all. Nobody dared enter, all the bodies were left there to rot. One brave boy among the crowd said he doesn’t fear the demon, that the bodies need to be properly buried and ventured into the house.
But he came back empty handed. He said there’s no body to be found in the estate.
Even now the tale is sill very much alive, the house has not been lived in since. Some people have went inside only to tell horrific tales of red eyes watching them from the shadow of a tree, eyes that pull them in, eyes that have bloody intent.
“The temari ball was a gift from my father. It’s so so important”
“We would go but we’re scared. But you’re really brave, aren’t you?”
Neji would laugh at them, at the teasing of 16 year old ladies. He would laugh at her for not being able to say no and leave.
They push her further, one of the girls has her hand on the door, she’s shaking. Two other girls push her in and they close the door behind her.
She’s scared. Turning around, trying to open the door but it won’t budge. The ladies on the other side are laughing.
Sasuke POV
He felt it, the moment the door opened. Eyes opening. Legs uncrossed from under him. He was perfectly still like a statue sitting atop a rock under a big cherry tree.
Bare feet paddling on the cold and dusty wooden floors, dragging sounds come from behind.
There’s a soft and familiar fragrance in the air the closer he gets to the front door.
Frowning at his own unfamiliar feelings. His heart beating a bit faster.
How many years have passed since he last saw a human? He doesn’t know. Time is not a concept he can grasp.
The house appears to be in worse shape than last time he opened his eyes.
The floors creak.
Coming to a halt the moment his eyes fall upon a small figure. Crouched to the floor, crying, breathing heavily, hands over her head, head buried in her knees.
Taking one step closer, the floor creaking. Lilac eyes looking up at him through tears. Her mouth open, perhaps to scream but fear paralyses her. She cannot scream.
She looks familiar, but he’s still not fully awake, and his eyes are blurry.
Walking closer to the girl, he can hear laughing on the other side of the door.
He bangs on it loud and hard. “SILENCE”
The other mortal girls scream, they run away. Leaving this one behind for him. An offer? A sacrifice from the village to appease him? It was about time.
Arm extended, hand gripping the neckline of the girl’s kimono, dragging her into the yard where the moonlight shines so he can see her better.
There’s this voice in the back of his head telling him that he knows her.
The girl is now shaking and violently crying.
Her face hidden away, looking the floor.
Crouching, annoyed, his hand gripping the girls’ face. It’s his first time touching a human in centuries, he forgot how…soft and meek they are.
Girl flinching slightly at the touch, her cheeks will have fingerprint-like bruises.
Pretty face illuminated by the moon.
He does remember her.
“Hinata”
Hinata POV
Her fear rendered her unmoving, she isn’t even crying anymore. Eyes opening up, looking into the red eyes of the…creature.
He looks human enough, but he has black horns that turn red at the tips, his ears are pointy, there are black and red scales on his neck, a big and heavy tail behind him.
…
A d-dragon?
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Autor Note: For a somewhat depiction of what I mean about Sasuke’s form in this story look up ‘Imbibitor Lunae’ from Honkai Star Rail, aka the 5 star version of Dan Heng. That’s where I kinda took inspiration from. Pretty dragon boy.
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i found a vast array of new artists this year, many of whom have become my new favorites, and a couple of whom i would just rather not even see again.
first is madie_arts. nevermind the fact the name madie (and a certain *grits teeth* variant of it) has been made radioactive to me, but… i don’t know, i have a love-hate relationship with this woman. that’s not to say she’s not a good artist—she is—but her attitude gets on the nerves. it’s very “hi, boys and girls!” and she’s one of those people who has to constantly remind us that she’s married, too. i can separate art from the artist and her art is quite nice but i can only take her in small doses.
adam_is_arting. i cannot stand this guy, and what’s worse is i feel alone in my dislike of him, too. i liked him at first: it was a cool story when you think about it. this nobody artist from grant’s pass toiling away in obscurity participated in mermay this year and everyone went completely ape shit over him, and within like… days, he was shaking hands.
it’s every artist’s dream. but, thing is, it went to his head just as quick, too, and he got obnoxious really fast. moreover, i started looking at his art—like really looking at it—it’s not nearly as good as the mermay people want you to think. sure, technique is technique and a lot goes into it to where it looks competent, but the style got tiresome very quickly and it grew stale after a while. something about his art just irritates me, too: i think it’s the way he draws faces and overexaggerates the emotions to where you ironically don’t feel anything other maybe, “wow, that’s really well done.” the word i’m trying to think of is “melodramatic”. it’s like disney art but kicked up several hundred notches. very melodramatic work that… when you think about it, it’s a bad sign. if the art world is praising stuff that is painfully on the nose and dismissing subtlety, combined with the continued rise of ai and the overemphasis on reels rather than straight pictures, yeah, we’re in trouble. i really, really don’t know if i should wish him well because i see no reason to. i hate his art and i find him annoying.
then there’s the other side of my creative endeavors: writing. here it is, kinktober, and i’ve pulled the plug on mine, and i don’t know if i can continue writing and posting these one shots.
other kink writers are getting 1000 reads here coming up to halfway: i’m lucky to break 250, and yeah, reads shouldn’t matter, but it really has me thinking, too. when you see other people doing the same thing you’re into, it should inspire you, and it should give you pride in your own kink. I’m not seeing that. what i am seeing is a bunch of people speaking in a language that is so common that i can not for the life of me see the “kink” to it, and they also seem scared to actually commit to the sexiness? i figured that this is why i never really like erotic one shots that are only like a few hundred words and i feel shortchanged in that instance—there’s a way to do it, and even i struggle with that, so don’t think i’m bashing anyone for that. but if you’re going to write something sexy, please actually try to be sexy with it. use description. engage the senses. i don’t get off on “you must have fallen asleep touching yourself” alone, i need some mystery some guidance some passion some feelings. but no, that’s not good enough. what i do is not good enough.
everyone would rather be mollycoddled and treated like fucking idiots rather than challenged and have their minds truly stimulated.
i was thinking about this earlier: kinktober 2023 broke me. it was the thing that made me realize just how invisible i am to people, and no one cares about my own predilections, and it really makes me wonder if it’s even worth continuing to write. just as mermay this year made me realize that all that matters is technique to where it looks ai-generated and phony as hell, kinktober made me realize all that matters is the sex no matter how mindless and genuinely unerotic (and insincere) it is.
so, if anyone in 2024 who complains about art looking exactly the same or writing sucking so hard that it feels like the person wrote it in about five minutes, this is why. don’t just blame the machines: the people using them are very much responsible, too. demand more from your art. demand more from your fan works.
god. 2024. it feels weird just writing that. i honestly have no hope for 2024. after the ass-kicking i took this year, i’m so cynical about it that i don’t even know where to begin. vote for joe biden, support your jewish black and muslim friends, stay away from ai and nfts, and drink water, that’s all i have to say for 2024.
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[ ESC 2023 SENTENCE STARTER ] PART 2
Lyrics chosen from all of the official chosen songs for this year's Eurovision Song Contest. Feel free to change any pronouns where necessary.
My Sister’s Crown – Vesna
“My sister won't stand in the corner.”
“Nobody has right to do it.”
“She is her own queen.”
“No one wants more boys dead.”
“We're not your dolls.”
“My beautiful sister, you are so strong.”
“Come swim with your sisters.”
“There's no place for hate in our sea.”
“Remember we're sisters till the end!”
“Life's not a moneybag.”
“Brave and the only one, the crown is yours.”
Breaking My Heart – Reiley
“Said it'd be easier if I was dead.”
“Come meet me in the middle.”
“Still thinking of September.”
“I'm not scared to love you, but I'm scared of breaking my heart.”
“I used to tell you all my deepest fears.”
“Now I'm quiet by your side.”
Bridges – Alika
“Bring me to the place where I belong.”
“There is always time.”
“Now I see myself building up a world of bridges.”
“I forgive myself for all the lies I said before.”
“Now I see the road of leading lights.”
“I remember all the things that I went through.”
“No more time to waste or to play pretend.”
Cha Cha Cha – Käärijä
“There’s only bar and piña colada on my mind.”
“This icy shell is something I have to demolish.”
“Yet the expression I have on my face is sour.”
“The floor is calling me when I’m no longer so frozen.”
“This world ain’t making me scared no more.”
“Talking is so hard when this different side of me does its part.”
“I don’t usually go and drop my guard, not me.”
“When Champagne all over myself I pour.”
Évidemment – La Zarra
“I hurt myself to do some good.”
“In my infernal garden, flowers grow.”
“We couldn’t touch the sky with a finger.”
“All of these beautiful promises that I hear.”
“They’re nothing but wind.”
“It is always too good to be true but it is never too ugly to be false.”
“I look for truth while avoiding it.”
“Therefore, give me a chance.”
Blood & Glitter – Lord of the Lost
“We’re so happy we could die.”
“What we are is but a choice.”
“We are free to break and change.”
“We are all from the same blood.”
“With broken wings, we’ll learn to fly.”
“Life’s too fast so make it count.”
Echo – Iru
“Going through the life together.”
“My soul’s like a fortress.”
“Words getting worthless, love is a wordless.”
“I’ve got a big faith.”
“Life is love.”
What They Say – Victor Vernicos
“I lay on the floor and I hate that I’m holding on.”
“Time starts to rain clouds, not afraid of the pain they giving.”
“Anxious to where I’m breathing.”
“Can’t say that I am longing for another day to break my spirit.”
“Wish this was something I could just ignore.”
“Lost souls make sure no one loses their way.”
“Hurt ones can’t stand seeing others in pain.”
“I miss the days when my heart wouldn’t ache.”
“And I hate my feelings.”
“Now I got too much on my plate.”
“And I’ll save all the others ’cause for me it’s too late.”
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The Gray Folk
Originally written in April 2023 for the "Color Outside the Lines" contest for the children's literature zine Pine Reads Review. I'm not terribly proud of this one, and it failed to place, but an archive of only triumphs is deceitful.
Synopsis: Doggerel verses playing on the concept of the "gray man", a tactical method used to make a person inconspicuous in a crowd. Now with a vague flavor of bittersweet isolation. 365 words.
The Gray Folk
Hey, stranger.
Now you see me.
I know you know I’m here
Because you looked me in the eyes.
Are you wise to all my tricks?
Did you just see through my disguise?
Or was it just coincidence?
‘Cause I would be surprised
If you picked up that I’m one of the Gray Folk.
Hey stranger.
Now you see me.
I don’t know if you noticed
There’s no logo on my shirt.
There’s no markings on my backpack
(Save the slightest bit of dirt.)
And you might even be thinking,
“Are they trying to be covert?”
Well, good stranger, that’s the game of the Gray Folk.
Hey stranger.
Now you see me.
Our modus operandi
Is to seem like we’re not here.
We all dress in muted colors
Meant to help us disappear.
And we do it out of duty,
Or we do it out of fear.
There are many reasons you become a Gray Folk.
Hey stranger.
Now you see me.
I think some of us are running,
And then some of us are scared.
And some of us are paranoid,
And some of us prepared.
And some of us are anxious,
Or we’re socially impaired.
But we never show our hearts, no, not the Gray Folk.
Hey, stranger.
Now you see me.
We’re thieves and spies and soldiers,
Then we’re nobody at all.
We’re the silent, boring people
That you struggle to recall
When you pass us on the street
Or on the bus or in the hall.
Even Gray Folk seldom notice the Gray Folk.
Hey stranger.
Now you see me.
The way you’re looking at me
Says you’ve known this all along,
And all these years of hiding
Made my intuition strong.
Now, I could be misreading,
So I really hope I’m wrong,
Because now I think you’re one of the Gray Folk.
Hey stranger.
Now you see me.
I never thought of asking,
But what makes you act like me?
What’s the thing you’ve got inside you
That’s for no one else to see?
Is there somewhere else or someone else
That you would rather be?
What’s the thing that’s hunting you that turned you Gray Folk?
#poetry#creative writing#doggerel#gray man#less proud of this one#but happy i created#it has potential so i might come back#I wonder if I failed to place because I didn't address intersectional themes#but that's simply something that was not in my heart at the time#I cannot lie to myself#cannot be someone I am not#I am simply my heart's mouth#and it didn't feel like talking about that at the time#who am i to deceive my heart#gray
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Way back to you - Peter Parker
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Peter Parker x reader
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The only thing you could remember was sitting in the hotel of the field trip. Your where going to a field trip in New York with your class. You where sitting in the bus next to Peter talking about what you would see on this field trip. He stopped mid-sentence when he felt his skin crawl in fear. His spidey sense was set off. He looked outside and saw a space ship in the air.
It was on going like a loop, turning around. Where it stood there was uther chaos. Things been broken down and people running around. He turned back to you. You glared at him “Peter don’t”. Your e/c orbs glaring at him in anger. He couldn’t go out there. He would die.
Peter shakes his head trying to defend himself. “B-but y/n I need to do this” he whispers to you like a plea. Hoping you would let him go or not murder him when he would come back.
“Peter this could get you-“ you stopped mid-sentence when Peter leaned over towards Ned and slapped him lightly in his face. Ned was shocked by this and pulled out his earphones. He looked towards Peter. “I need you to cause a distraction”. You glared at Ned, if he dared.
“We’re all gonna die!!” he yelled while standing up and running towards the back of the bus. You groaned in annoyance when people where pushing against you. Unbeknownst to you Peter used this to get off the bus.
When you looked back you saw leeping on the bridge towards the space ship with his webs. “Be safe Peter” you looked at his retreating form and sighed sadly. Hoping he would be okay.
You later arrived at the hotel. You where sharing the room with your other friend MJ. She was on her bed reading a book. It was dark romance novel. She seemed to really like those right now. You where brushing your teeth when it was to quiet for your own comfort.
“MJ what do you think of the field trip?”. You where met with death silence. Weird. You stopped brushing your teeth and you turned around towards the small bedroom you two shared.
There was MJ disappearing into nothingness. You where dead silent to scared to move. When MJ was finally gone you felt something happening to yourself. You looked down to your hands and saw them slowly disappearing. What was happening?
You run towards the window and saw that it happened everywhere. People where disappearing into the mist. But not everyone? How could this be. You where freaking out, panic washing over you.
Was Ned gone too? Your parents, where they also disappearing. When your mind was racing 1000 miles per second what this could be and mean you stopped for a second. A certain person taking over your thoughts. Tears began to well up in your eyes. ‘Was Peter okay?’
With that you saw your reflection disappearing. Darkness slowly coming to your conscious and your sight. Your whole body disappearing into the ground as ashes. Like you were never there.
5 years later.
You saw a bright light coming into your vision and then it was dark. It felt weird. Your whole body aching with pain, like you where run over. But why was it so dark?
“Y/n?” you opened your eyes. Light consuming your vision. You where back in the same old dirty hotel. You looked over your shoulder and there she was. MJ was sitting on the bed with her book looking absolutely surprised.
“What the fuck happened?” she asked you. You didn’t answer at all because you didn’t know the answer yourself at all. But what you knew was that you needed to find a certain person and fast.
When you came downstairs with MJ you saw other classmate of yours. You saw them in the same state as you, utterly lost and confused. It was a mess. The whole lobby was deserted. It seemed after what happened nobody came here anymore.
You and MJ where looking around for a certain someone. Ned. Hoping he was here too like you guys. “There he is". MJ pointed towards Ned. They guy was standing there in his Star Wars pyjamas, trying not to have a panic attack.
You both run towards Ned. The guy saw you both running towards him and you engulfed your old friend in a hug. He hugged you back with shaky hands, but he relaxed in your hold. He let go of you and looked towards you and MJ.
"It was so weird you guys. It felt like a disappearing like dust and the next second I woke up. But it felt like a truck hit me. I run outside of my room to look for other people and-".
MJ held her hand up "Stop right there Ned before you give your self a heart attack". The said guy nodded and began to breath in and out slowly. Trying to calm his nerves. After a few short breaths he continued slowly.
“And then I saw a daily paper. It said 2023” you and MJ looked in total shock. “Wait you mean that little coma we had let use wake up five years later?” MJ told up, not believing any of this. How could she. It felt like she just blinked her eyes a little longer and woke up five years later.
After that special forces came to pick, the part of your class that was turned into mist, you up and bring you back home. They took you back by car and explained what happened during those five years with the world and why you disappeared. You didn’t understand what the man was saying but you heard something about the Avengers saving the world.
Your heart clenched by the word Avengers. You hoping Peter was okay right now and he was back home by his aunt May. You also wondered if he also disappeared like you did or if he was still alive at all.
You stopped your train of thought when the car stopped at your little house back in Queens. You stepped out of the car and took your luggage. You thanked the man and walked slowly
The moment you stood at your doorstep of the apartment building you were surprised by how it looked. Washed down and worn out. Did so many people disappear? You walked up to the front and looked at the name boards. You wiped at his name. “Parker” you smiled to yourself, remembering the dork you liked so much.
You sighed nervously, butterflies fluttering into your stomach. You pressed the bell of the name tag that had the name s/n on it. Your father didn’t disappear actually, he was a few of the lucky ones who was still there. The moment it stopped with buzzing your heard the familiar voice of his.
“Hello?” he sounded gruff, almost like he hadn’t had sleep in days. “It’s me y/n” you said when putting your hand on the door. It went radio silent, no buzzer of the door. No nothing. You heard noises coming from the hallway inside the building.
Somebody was running down the stairs. The door was thrown open and their he stood, your father. His brown eyes looking at you with the greatest disbelief everyone could have seen in their entire lives.
“Y/n?” he asked above a whisper, almost not believing you. You nodded and your dad attack you in a hug. Squeezing you to death and you felt something wet touch your jacket. Your dad was crying in your arms. He cupped your head and began to mutter sweet things in your ear
“My baby girl you’re finally back”. You smiled to yourself and you hugged your father back. He kissed your forehead softly and you began to cry softly in his arms.
After what felt like forever you and your father moved back into the building. He carried your luggage while you where looking around the building. It was so wasted. There was trash everywhere but the most beautiful thing was there where people coming back.
Almost at every level there where people being reunited with some of their loved ones. Your dad was already a few stairs ahead since you where staring so much around the place. After a few seconds after staring you saw from the staircase somebody coming down. A boy with a green hoodie on his face. You couldn’t see his face since he was looking down.
When he was of the stairs he finally raised his head and there he stood. With his beautiful eyes and his messy brown hair being hid under the hood. He also stared at you like he couldn’t believe it.
You stared at him and saw that his eyes where red from crying? He chuckled softly “H-hey” he mumbled quietly. “Hey” you also said in a sweet tone. Peter began to stumble with his words, not knowing what to say.
You didn’t care anymore, you just lunged him into a hug and held him closely. “I’m so glad you’re alive” you whispered in his ear. He hugged you back “Me too” he also whispered in your ear. Rubbing your back soothingly.
You pulled back and caressed his face “What happened Peter?”. This sentence broke him and he just began to cry softly. He whimpered softly “He died, mister Stark is dead” you hugged him again and began to move him from side to side softly.
After a few minutes of sobbing on your shoulder he whispered softly into your ear “Please don’t ever leave me”. You intertwined your fingers with his and said “Never Peter”
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