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fuckyeahscienceparty · 3 years

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hey if ur taking requests for writing...., what abt angsty among us idea- reports a body and like.. engie attends and it turns out medic was killed? and then hes heartbroken and really sad and angry at spy for killing medic? obviously u dont have to do this but the among au had me thinking about a ton of angsty scenarios lol. have a good day!!

i'm always takin requests! it may take me a while to get there but i will try my damndest to get it done at some point!

i actually had part of this in my drafts when you originally sent this ask but it's been reason enough to finish it, i think. i hope you like it, even if it's a bit messy :>

Per Aspera Ad Astra

In which an imposter experiences the loss of someone he loved and wasn't supposed to.

As Dell heard the emergency meeting alarm blare over the intercom and red lights flashed overhead, he looked up from the mass of wires he'd agreed to rearrange for Medic, furrowing his brow.

Odd. Spy hadn't made it clear to him that he was going to attempt anything that day and he knew for a fact that he himself hadn't made any sabotages since last week.

Then again, he'd noticed that this crew in particular had no qualms against using the emergency meeting button for more trivial things. Someone probably just wanted to get everyone's attention to look at some weird space bug that hitchhiked from their last stop on Pollus a few weeks ago or something along those lines. Standard procedure at that point.

He packed up the wires he'd been holding back into their panel before making his way out of electrical and towards the cafeteria, readjusting his goggles over his eyes to make sure nobody would find him out.

When he'd arrived, he could practically physically feel the shift in attitude of the rest of the crew since that morning, mentally noting that Medic was currently the only one of them missing.

"Tex, there you are. You uh. Might want to sit down for this one, lad," Demo said gravely, all the other crewmates' mumbling amongst each other dying down instantly as Spy stood to the side of the table, having said nothing ever since he himeself had arrived.

"Uhm. Sure, ok. Shouldn't we wait for Doc first, though? If it's actually important he should probably be here," He said, a confused smile coming to his face. Demo physcially winced.

"See, that's the thing, it's. It's Doc, he's..." Demo trailed off, Sniper moving to put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's?..." Engie frowned, having to take a moment before he realized what he'd meant.

It took another moment for the dread to set in.

"No. No, that- that's impossible, I- I just saw him like 30 minutes ago. I agreed to do one of his tasks for him while he finished cleaning the medbay so we could finish up for the day," He stuttered, looking anxiously between all the other faces at the table. None of them could meet his gaze even through his goggles, Spy in particular insisting on staring out the large window that peered into the vastness of space around them instead.

...Spy.

Spy said he wouldn't touch him- said he'd let him find a way to deal with all of this effectively and without having to kill this particular crew. Especially Medic. He said- no, he promised he wouldn't.

Engie's anger soon started bubbling inside of him, tightly clenching his fists that he oh so desperately wanted to sucker punch a certain other imposter in the face with. But then came the second realization of what he'd done and he felt his arms go slack again.

Medic was dead.

"...Where is he?" He finally whispered out, somewhere between heartbroken and seething.

"Medbay. Demo, Sniper, and I called for the meeting as quick as we could and did not get the chance to move his. Corpse," Soldier said, standing up straight and visibly uneasy at the mentioning of Medic's dead body.

Engie slowly nodded.

"Ok. Did you fellas, uh. Did- did you contact Pollus yet?"

"Not yet. I was gonna after the meetin's over. 's gonna take us a while to get there tho, at least 2 weeks," Scout said.

"I see. Did you three uh. Did you see anything?" Engie asked Demo, Sniper, and Soldier, all of them shaking their heads.

"Pyro, Heavy, 'n Scout were on comms because they were finished with tasks already and all three of 'em say they didn't see anyone go into Medbay after you left."

"...what about you, Spy? Been awfully quiet the entire time. And you don't have an alibi," Scout squinted. Spy scoffed.

"I was also finished with tasks, I've been in my quarters for at least 2 hours. You can even roll back footage on the cameras."

Pyro pressed a button on their suit, the small speaker on their chest panel letting out a soft 'kshh'.

"...he does have a point. Cams don't lie."

"What if he used the vents, though?"

"You really think this pansy's gettin' in any vents?"

"...Aight, fair point."

"I do not think we have enough information to make decision," Heavy sighed, every looking to each other in a vague sense of agreement.

"Skip vote, then?"

"Yeah, I think that's for the best."

"Alright lads, be on alert, then. If you see anythin' suspicious, y' know where the button is," Demo sighed, patting the plastic cover that protected the emergency meeting button.

Everyone mumbled out affirmations before getting up to head out, Pyro staying behind to raise their hand.

"Ay, what is it, Py?"

Kshh. "...who's taking care of uh. Y'know. The body."

Engie squeezed his eyes shut briefly.

"I'll do it."

"Tex, no, we couldn't ask you t-"

"Demo, it's fine. I'm not a child, you don't need to baby me. I can deal with it."

"If you're so sure..."

"It's fine. Really. You go make sure everyone else is doin' ok, lord knows they'd need it," Engie smiled softly, giving Demo a pat on the arm.

Demo's eyes still showed worry but he nodded, reciprocating the gesture before hurrying into the direction of nav where everyone else went.

Spy turned to leave but Engie stopped him, shifting his goggles back to his forehead.

"...Why did you do it?" He asked softly. He could've sworn that he saw the slightest break of stoicism on Spy's face but perhaps it was just the awful fluorescent lighting of the cafeteria playing tricks on him.

"You were taking too long. It was getting risky for us to be here. I thought it better to end it sooner rather than later," He said, any trace of emotion leaving as quickly as it came as he turned his head. Engie had no response.

"Remember what they did to us. To you. Just because one treated you kindly does not mean others will."

Silence.

"...Don't sabotage anything tonight. They'll get suspicious. Be prepared to leave this ship in a week's time, without the Medic they'll fall apart. Do I make myself clear?"

Still nothing. Spy frowned.

"I said, do I make myself clear, Dell?" He asked again, not even bothering to mask the threatening tone in his voice this time.

Engie squeezed his eyes shut again.

"...Yes. Yes, you do."

"Very well. I will see you in the morning," He said, moving so that Engie's hand no longer rested on his shoulder and starting to make his way to hallway that led to crew's personal quarters.

Spy paused to look back, a feeling that could almost be described as pity overcoming him. He sighed.

"...Get over it. You only knew him for less than 8 months, anyways," He said softly before leaving Engie alone, footsteps echoing against the metal floors of the ship.

When he felt he was ready, Engie made his way to the Medbay with full expectations of what he would find there.

He just. Didn't expect it to hurt so much.

Medic's body lay on the floor in between the scanner and the large computer it was attached to, his normally bright cyan suit soaked in red and a sizable gash made into his back. There was a broken test tube that had fallen out of his hand a little ways away and one of the lensed of his glasses had been cracked, most likely from the impact of falling onto the floor.

Engie took in a deep breath before carefully sitting him up against the nearest wall, preparing himself to find something to clean up the blood that hadn't managed to be absorbed into his space suit.

He wasn't used to Medic being so.. quiet. Lifeless, if you would. He couldn't remember a single time he'd felt a pain in his chest as intense as this.

It was then that his anger suddenly came back, barely being able to contain himself before he turned around and ended up making a decently large crack in the monitor.

He tried to control the emotions that came flooding after, tried to keep himself from feeling this way over this one human when he'd aided the destruction of countless others, but when he felt himself shaking, he fell to his knees, a sob escaping him.

He shouldn't have gotten attached. He shouldn't have, it wasn't like him- like an imposter to get attached, and yet here he was, crying on the Medbay floor as blood soaked into his already red suit and glass shards clinked against the desk as they fell off piece by piece.

Serves him right for believing in humans, he guesses. Serves him right for having the audacity to care.

...what a stupid decision, that was.

#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 science party #medic x engineer #tf2 spy #and like everyone else but no tags for them to keep things clean #am #fic #asks #mmmilkbee #abungus #c's writing #hokay sleepy times

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cchexmex · 4 years

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ballad of paladin

chapter two worked out in my head, just need to write it all down. was hit by the desire to write this up, possibly part of chapter three after I work it all out, this is a bit of a rough draft.

warnings:child abuse implied/referenced, underage drinking, mild mentions of gore. summary: a few drinks shared, the men talk about their fathers for a moment.

near 2000 words.

The bottle handed out to him, Erron took it-cautious, wondering what was going on in Reid’s head, the man sporting a weak smirk, eyes glimmering. “Go on, it’s alright… I don’t mind sharin’.”

He took it, surprised by the heft of glass. Holding it up, he looked into it-lantern light reflecting off of the contents, a murky amber, the smell hitting him even from a few inches away. “Thanks.” A mumbled response, the saliva on his lips drying-making his skin peel-the air too dry. Eyes on him, Shaw lifting up the brim of his hat and glancing over at him, Delany tutting and leaning back in his chair-casting a glare over at them both. Erron drank, fighting back a cough when the liquid tore through his throat and burned down towards his stomach. A long swig, wanting to prove himself.

“See? He’s fine…” Reid stuck out a hand, his face growing redder as he turned around to grin at the men, gaze lingering on Delany-beads of sweat now forming on his forehead as he continued to clean his revolver, grumbling something under his breath. “Just fine, a little drink never hurt no one…” he chuckled, holding his bottle up high before leaning forward and tapping it’s lip against the larger bottle held in Erron’s hand.

The minutes passed by silently, swigs taken as he tried to keep pace with Reid-the man taking down another bottle, lightly tossing them on the ground-the clang of glass meeting the clicking of metal and the soft breathing of the men around him. A scoffed breath from Delany as he wiped the excess oil from his revolver-putting it back together now, his attention half held on the task as he glanced over at Erron. Reid spoke first, his words slow-like molasses dripping off a spoon. “Now… Erron… son-” he laughed, flashing Erron a yellowing grin. Erron grimaced, clearly he was still amused by the discussion the day prior at that homestead. The gentle prods from Shaw, annoying when coming from Reid. Gut burning, he steadied himself and took another drink, ignoring him.

“What…” Reid leaned back, the chair creaking as his heft shifted “what was your daddy like?” he spoke each word with a curious eye twitch, the skin around his eyelids jumping up and down. Erron raised a brow, face burning as he mulled his question over.

“My what?” He muttered over the lip of his bottle, tipping it back slightly-head starting to buzz.

“Leave him alone, R-”

“You hobble your lip, we’re just talkin’” Reid interrupted him quickly, Delany’s cheeks puffing out with a huff-his ears turning a dull purple.

“I didn't ever call him daddy…” Erron spoke up, covering his mouth as a belch rolled up and out.

“Well, what’d ya call him?” Eyes narrowed, a slight jump of a brow as he focused on Erron.

“Pa…” a response that was half true, in recent years before he left he had rarely called him by that address. How his father had expected to be addressed as Sir and Sir alone once Erron began to grow taller, once he began to fight back. Yes Sir, no Sir, the few accepted words to leave his lips.

“Pa…” Reid repeated the word, nodding in an exaggerated manner, rubbing his fat chin with calloused fingers. “I’ll go first… I’ll tell ya about my daddy.” he hacked out a cough, saliva catching in his throat. “Now.... my daddy was a good man. A damn good man. Taught me how to fish… how to shoot.” A pause in his words as he tipped back his bottle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing. “But… when I was ‘bout eleven-he cut himself on accident. A big ol’ gash when we were out gettin’ a trapped coon. His damn leg rotted from the inside out.” he clicked his tongue against his teeth “killed him… damn bullshit takin’ my daddy from me.”

Erron stared at him, a queasiness in his stomach as he imagined the sight-the smell. Surprise that Reid was so open about his father, never having heard the man talk about anything in a serious manner-aside from how to make gunpowder blow shit apart.

“Now my mama, she couldn't go on takin’ care of me… or so she said. She sold me-sold me off to some well off fella. He got me workin’ on his damn farm, treatin’ me like a mule-beatin’ the shit out of me when I complained. Hope she got her money’s worth…” he grumbled, tossing down his empty bottle, the glass thick enough to hold from the short distance “one night, it got bad-so… I had to do it. I snuck into his room when his lady was away-little knife I used to peel potatoes and shit… stuck that in his neck and took care of him.” A chuckle left his lips, the room quite-save for a small cough coming from the corner of the room. His eyes dark, drifting up from a point beside Erron’s head-meeting his eyes. Expectant, sitting loosely in that chair-waiting for Erron.

Another swig, wanting the burn to distract him. He licked his lips, tapping his fingers against the glass that had now warmed up in his hands. Eyes darting from Reid’s gaze, looking over at Delany for a second-the man staring down at his clasped hands. “My pa…” he began, searching for the words “he was always drinkin’. Always drunk…”

A soft sound leaving Reid’s lips, comprehension-brows darting up. “What’d your pa do for work?”

“Miner.” he muttered, wondering if he was giving him an out.

“A miner…” The words repeated over on one of the beds pushed up near the wall-Shaw’s voice half muffled by his hat-now covering his face. “Those folk are always four sheets to the wind…” a laugh shared by him and Reid. Reid turned back to face him,giving him a short nod, expected to continue.

Erron shrugged. Never having talked to anyone about his parents, about what he left behind. A few simple words mentioned here and there, to Delaney or Avilla. No explanation really ever asked from him-easy to figure out from a few reasons why a young man like him would be out on his own. “Yeah… both of them were… I don’t know-” anger in his gut, he bit at his lower lip-a little too hard “my ma… she said she never wanted me, a damn accident gettin’ in bed with my pa-she’d say. That she ended up stuck with a man she didn’t love. Said she’d hoped I’d at least been a girl...” he could hear the bite in his words, the bitterness that made him sweat. “They both hated me… hated each other. Or maybe…” he paused, face burning again-the alcohol and the memories in his head “they just hated themselves and put that on me…” nothing more he wanted to say, everything flooding into his head-wetness forming at the corner of his eyes as he tried to steady himself.

“That’s enough, Erron…” A gentle voice-Delany reaching over, taking the bottle from his hand and setting it on the table. “We best get some sleep.”

“I ain’t done drinkin’” Reid chuckled, leaning towards the table, scooting closer-chair squealing as it was dragged across the floor. He grabbed the bottle and tipped it back. “Just talkin…” he mentioned offhandedly, making to offer the bottle back again to Erron.

Erron watched him, sourness in his stomach “Do you just wanna feel better about yourself?” His words surprised him, the edge in his voice unexpected even to him.

Eyes narrowed, Reid snorted, pulling the bottle back and holding it against his chest “I was just curious… and y’know what? Maybe it did make me feel better bout myself…” he huffed, standing up with a groan, stumbling slightly as he made his way over to the bed he was to share with Shaw.

A frown teasing his lips, arms shaking slightly with a barely noticeable ache of adrenaline. “Erron, c’mon, lets go.” Delany helped him up, his legs trembling just the same-the room spinning. “He don’t mean no wrong, he’s just…” Delany sighed, a curse leaving his lips as he grasped around Erron’s waist. He leaned into him-a few steps over to the empty bed-passing by Jacob tucked into his bedroll on the wider plush chair he’d volunteered to sleep on. Delany settled him on the bed, asking if Erron needed help with his clothes. He shook his head, kicking off his boots and then working on his shirt and trousers. Crawling over to an end of the bed, he laid his head down-listening to the shift of the bed as Delany climbed on.

“Damn drink. That’s what it is…” Erron opened his eyes, the room dark-lantern light gone. He heard Delany groan beside him-the man rolling over to lay on his side. “For god sakes, Reid-if you piss yourself…”

Erron chuckled softly, sitting up an inch-dark muddled shadows moving as the men jostled for space on the bed across from his.

“That’s what it is… my pa… he drank. Drank like a damn fish. But he’d just do that and that alone. Drink himself into a stupor. Don’t know how many times I came across my momma-sobbing her eyes out and trying to wake him up.” he sighed deeply, the sparkle of glass against wood as he dropped a bottle from the bed “it’s in our blood ain’t it… shit…”

“No, no it ain’t.” A slurred response from Reid, the man sitting up-staring down at his bedmate “my daddy, he never drank… only drank on his birthday-or my mommas birthday… and look at me-”

“Can you men just drop it and close your eyes?”

“Drop what?”

“Goddamn it… don’t have enough patience to deal with y’all…” Delany muttered under his breath-patting a hand against the pillow under his head. Erron laid back down-staring at the dark ceiling as he listened to Reid hack up another cough, the sound too loud, filling up the room.

“Goodnight.” a simple word, spoken in a tired raspy voice after he came out of his coughing fit. Goodnights traded, even from Jacob-speaking up in his corner of the room. Erron licked his lips, feeling out the drying blood, tasting the copper. He bid the men goodnight, eyes drooping heavily-breathing slowing. Turning to lay on his side-back against Delany, he pulled up a corner of the sheets, covering his legs. The last few blinks of a conscience mind, he stared out the window, thin curtains still letting him see the outline of glass, the muted light of the moon. He fell asleep, picturing those stars in his mind.

#my fic stuff #erron black #original characters

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alitheamateur · 5 years

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The Grind- Chapter 25

I figured parking the bike in the garage out of plain sight would be my best bet, just in case Tia spaced and happen to pass by Revel’s and let Livvy catch site of me there. As far as she knew, Cal and I were out at the pub for the first preseason Steelers game, grabbing a couple beers. I drafted Tia to persuade her into one measly night off from the unforgiving jump ropes and speedbags to go to some unrealistic, sickening, fucking chick-flick, and maybe allow her a drink. My real whereabouts had to remain unsuspected, at least for now. I planned on filling her in on all the secrets tomorrow night, and pray to God that it didn’t send her spiraling into a hissy fit just 5 days before her match with the Franklin Park gal.

I had never lied this much to anyone in my damn life, which didn’t make the fact that Liv was the victim, any easier. I had prodded through her phone, snuck out on the porch two or three times in the last week to ‘check the mailbox’ that I had already emptied earlier in the day, so I could return a missed call. I bought plane tickets with my Paypal so she wouldn’t see the transactions, and paid Mac $200 to play chauffeur to the airport, all behind the back of the woman in my life. It was for her own good, and for my own peace of mind.

I opted to reach out to Liz first, stealing her number from her daughter’s phone contacts, figuring if she and Tony were anything like my own parents, the lady of the house called the shots. I pleaded with her best I knew how, to promise we keep my little master plan hidden from Liv, and in typical female fashion, she whispered “oooh’s” and “awwww’s” about how I was just ‘too sweet and romantic for my own good.” Shit, you got a lot to learn about me, lady.

They flew in early this morning, and I gave Mac all their hotel info to pass along when he picked them up, so I could spend the day with Liv in peace, not having to duck out to answer a thousand phone calls. The Elliott’s weren’t happy about my fitting the bill for their visit to the ‘Burgh, but I insisted on treating them like royalty for the week they’d be in my city. Anyone with Livvy’s blood in their veins, deserved to be considered as such. No matter how strained the healing relationship between the three of them was, Tony and Liz were still her parents, and I’d give them that respect. Sure, the way they handled some situations with their daughter was lightyears beyond fucking foolish if you ask me, but that wasn’t my battle to fight.

I figured Revel was a happy medium for dinner on their first night. It was just hoity enough to impress them, but not stuffy enough to overwhelm them. I had to scoot Liv out the door first, knowing the dress pants and button up Ralph Lauren would’ve been a dead give away into my long list of fabrications this week. I had to work one-on-one with Tia to organize everything, directing her to keep my lady out late so I could get home first and change inconspicuously. But threaten her not to get Liv completely bombed so she wouldn’t be hung over for the surprise breakfast with her parents tomorrow morning. I only booked their hotel room for two nights, in hopes that this whole shebang wouldn’t pop off in my damn face, and Livvy would let the two of them finish out their visit at our place.

Once my helmet was strapped and locked to the bike, I turned the corner into the main lobby of the restaurant to make my way to the hostess chair. I made sure my guests were seated already, and followed the direction to our corner table, wiping two very sweaty hands on the inside lining of my slacks.

God, please don’t let them laugh me out of this place.

It was like looking straight into the face of Liv in 25 years when I locked eyes with Elizabeth, besides the blonde color of her hair, not matching her child’s now darker strands. I guess I hadn’t noticed the stark resemblance over the video chat. I smiled at the two of them, I could feel it was awkward and forced but I hoped they’d return the gesture regardless. The couple stood, and I greeted the lady first, doing my best to always mind the Ritter manners.

“So nice to meet you in person, Mrs. Eliiott. You and Livvy might as well be twins! I’m uh… I’m Colton.” Her smile wasn’t the warm, sunny one I’d grown so fond of with Liv, but she was kind enough.

Tony, patiently standing to my right, observed every little inch I moved. Typical of the father to a girl, I assumed.

“Oh, Colton, it is very nice to meet you finally. And you look so sharp!” Liz held my hand between both of hers, to appreciate the treasure of a man who could dress himself with some sense these days.

“Thank ya’, ma’am,” I blushed awkwardly. Compliments were never my strong suit.

“And Mr. Elliott, how are ya’ sir? Nice to see you.” I turned on the masculine shake when approaching her dad. My own father engrained the importance of a firm grip greeting as soon as I could talk.

“Enough with the formal stuff, Colton. Call me Tony. Although, I can admire the respect you have for your elders. To be honest, I didn’t expect such from a guy who beats people up for a living.”

Happy to shatter your stereotypical idea of me, man. But, I’d still break the nose of any fucker in this entire place who breathed the wrong way.

“Don’t let the scarred knuckles fool ya’, sir. I’m not a complete wild animal,” I tried to joke.

We sat, waiting to order, each scanning over the menu in tongue-tied silence before Liz finally broke the plain. “So, did Liv ever catch you in this big scheme, Colton? Does she know we’re here yet?”

“Actually, she’s completely clueless. Or, just letting on to be. But, she seems to be in the dark still. Ain’t real sure how I pulled it off, honestly. She usually reads me like a damn book.” I huffed with a scratchy laugh, quickly scolding myself internally for slipping a swear word.

“And this fight? Was it your idea? I mean, did you want her to get involved with it like you are?” Tony folded his menu, assumingly decided on his dinner choice, and focused he folded hands towards me. His tenor seemed almost snarky, but I was sure he hadn’t meant it that way, remembering Liv say he seemed somewhat excited over the idea.

“Actually, I hated the thought from the get-go. I lost my mind just when I thought it was all for fun. I begged her not to take it. But, you know 2-1 as well as I do. She shut me up real quick.”

“2-1?” Her mother cocked a confused smile of question.

“Oh, uhhh.. yeah. It’s just a little nickname I call her. She wears this old ratty hoodie around all the time with the number on the back. So, the name just kinda stuck.” I scratched my head before taking a generous gulp of water to lower the temperature of my smothering, sweating armpits.

“She talks about ball then? I mean, you’ve heard some about her days as a Warrior?” Tony interjected with round eyes.

“Definitely. I know it all, Mr. Elli… uh, Tony. We play sometimes on Sundays at this park down from our house. She kills me by 15+ every time.”

He smiled bittersweetly at the idea of his all-star with a ball in her hands again. And I, wanted to hit him for being so blind to the fact that she had so many other talents to be proud of, if he would just live in the now and see it.

Between our main course, and the dessert I ordered after listening to Liz read over the description in the menu more than three times, her dad brought up the inevitable. The “thing I wanted to talk to them about.”

“Okay, Colton. Now that you’ve treated us to that perfectly cooked slab of red meat, what did you want to talk with us about? Something to do with this fight, I’m sure.”

I swished another drink of water, although it was missing the bite of bourbon that I needed so fucking badly.

“Yeah, you could say that, I guess…” I answered him vaguely.

“Everything is okay though? You’re not worried for her anything, are you?” Elizabeth chimed in, sweeping a hair behind her ear, just the way Liv does.

“I’m worried for her, only because I love her. And when you walk up those steel steps, you’re takin’ a risk no matter who you are. But your daughter, she can hold her own. I see that now.” I reiterated to myself as much as her parents sitting across from me.

Tony and Liz looked away from me, now towards each other in both confusion and concern at my lack of response to the burning question of the entire damn night.

Being the coward I fucking am, and my very typical struggle for the right words, I did the only thing I knew to do that would clear the air, and satisfy their curiosity. I wriggled around in my seat, trying to loosen the opening of my pocket so I could reach in for the tiny, purple velvet box that had been burning a hole there since I left the house a couple of hours ago.

I neatly and gently placed it closer their side of the perfectly set table, and then looked down to fidget with my fingers.

Her mom, the feminine instinct in her realizing immediately what was inside, reached for the box first, eagerly. A hand covered her opened jaw once she caught site of the custom cut, octagon shaped diamond, seated inside a silver band. The price was kept inside the secret space of a lock box I kept at the top of the closet, way beyond my housemates reach, to remind myself of the success that had allowed me to purchase something so extravagant, still not living up to what Liv really deserved. The jeweler laughed at the bizarre suggestion I had for an octagon shaped engagement diamond, but there was no convincing me into anything else. The cage was the very reason our relationship even began. Well, that along The Grind. And Drew and I had plans for that later.

“Colton, speak up, son.” Tony leaned over to witness what had so thoughtfully touched his wife in the square shaped box. I couldn’t read his reaction, which sent my nerves straight to shit.

“Tony, I adore your daughter. That goes without sayin’….” I pasued, planning out every word in my head before I said it out loud. “I hurt her awhile back, something I still beat myself up over, and I never, ever want to see her cry like that again. I have issues of my own with anger, and I throw tantrums sometimes, but Livvy is my calm, ya’ know? She’s made me into this man who actually feels more than hate… and…. resentment. I would walk in front of a train for her, if it came to that.”

They sat very still in their seats, Liz wiping a tear here and there with the corner of her black cloth napkin, and Tony only furrowed his forehead, paying close attention to my professions.

“I didn’t know people were actually capable a’ lovin’ somebody else like this, but as soon as I think I love Livvy as much as anybody possibly could, she goes and proves my ass wrong.”

Strike two for sayin’ ass, Ritter. Liv’s gonna wash your mouth out with soap.

“I’m askin’ kindly, for a blessing from the two of you to ask Liv to marry me. It would mean a great deal to me, and I value the opinions of you both. But, if you can’t give it to me, I apologize, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life with your beautiful daughter no matter what. If she’ll have me.” I finished.

I had enough of my pop in me to know that asking for approval of the father was the right thing to do. But I had just enough thick-headed asshole in me, that I had decided on kneeling for Liv’s hand regardless of their approval. When your life once was a pathetic waste, and your mind is a dingy, manic hole like mine, you cling to any light like a fuckin’ firefly to flame. Liv was my chance, my reason. She was my light, and addiction.

“I think I can speak for Lizzie here too, when I say the respect you’ve shown us by asking, speaks a lot about your character. But Colton, this all seems a bit… rushed? I mean, it wasn’t long ago she was sitting in our dining room, explaining to us she had to flee the city for a week just to try and get some peace of mind after the way you hurt her. Now, the two of you are living together, and thinking about marriage?” Tony said.

“You’re exactly right. And, if Liv tells me she isn’t ready, then I’ll learn some patience and wait ‘til she is. But, as much as you love Mrs. Elliott here, I’m sure you’re familiar with the saying ‘when you know, you know’….”

I knew I was going to be pining for the girl the second I laid eyes on her static striken, matted hait that morning at the coffee shop. And I knew it again, the minute she walked out of Mac’s gym that night. As soon as the lingering of her sweet perfume had dissipated from that hallway, I felt my heart harden like cement.

“Tony, you know was well as I do that Liv would want this. She loves him. Any time the sting from a breakup is as deep as she said it was, it’s meant to be.” I smiled to her mom for supporting the decision that her stern husband was still wrestling with.

There was silence while Liz devoured the chocolate desert the waiter had brought, offering me a taste, and once the check was delivered to me, an answer from the pair was still unknown.

“If ya’ want, you guys think it over. I know it’s a hefty decision,” I reasoned levelheaded.

“No need, Colton. My Livvy would never forgive me if she knew I didn’t give you my blessing.. If she loves you, and wants a life with you, well….then welcome to the family, boy.” Tony smiled, sliding the ring back, and I stood following his lead, to hug them both.

The most perfect, gorgeous, fuckin’ green eyed, smiley woman on this God forsaken earth, was going to share my last name.

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peter-pan-hoe · 6 years

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It’s okay, you’re okay...

I have no idea what the fuck this is or why the fuck I wrote it. But It’s the middle of the night, I’ve had this half finished in my drafts for weeks and now that I just finsihed it I’m crying because I’m awful.

REPOSTED FROM MY OLD AVENGERS BLOG

It’s too depressing to proof read so here ya go x

Someone please explain why I wrote this.

Word count: 2,456

Warning: idk like angst? Peter get’s hurt and it’s all shit. swearing ayyy

The last mission I went on, I fucked up my leg really badly.2 clean breaks in my foot and a hairline fracture in my tibia.

And so even though it was completely healed, just because I still get a little pain from it, I haven’t been allowed to go out on missions yet.

Today the team went to go deal with some smugglers who had been bringing stolen weapons into the city from varying sources, and I had to sit at home in the compound and helps via coms and satellite cameras.

I had multiple screens showing me different places in the zones where the team was.

“Peter, there’s a crate of many many weapons in the back of a light blue van down the street to your left,” I called into the microphone I had clipped to my headset.

“On it,” he replied.

I watched the screen that was focused on Peter as he swung round the corner and landed on the roof of the van, kicked in one of the side windows and disappeared inside.

The van swerved and crashed into the side of a building. Smoke began billowing out of the front of the van where the impact caused the most damage.

The driver kicked open his door and tumbled out of his seat into a barely conscious heap on the side walk.

“Peter what’s going on in there?” I asked.

“Just a second,” he grunted in response.

A second later an explosion inside the van caused the back doors to burst open, one of them coming detached entirely as Peter was thrown against it from the impact of what I guessing was one of the grenade launchers.

“Peter!?” I shouted into the coms.

“Y/n what’s going on with the kid?” Tony’s worried voice rang in my ears.

“He was just blasted out of the van,” I explained. “Peter are you okay?”

“I’m good,” he groaned, holding a thumbs up in the air before holding his side and rolling over.

He stood and started making his way to the van to continue fighting the dude inside but before he could even get within 10ft of the van, the man inside stepped out with a flame thrower set up on his back, and the nozzle aimed at Peter.

“You should’ve stayed out freak,” the man sneered.

“Now bro,” Peter shook his head sarcastically. “That’s just really rude-”

The flames roared forward, stronger than Peter must’ve been expecting because he was thrown back in a stream of fire and smashed into an abandoned car.

“PETER!” I cried, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the screens. “Tony! Tony you have to help him! He’s not moving!Tony please-”

“I’m on it Y/n,” Tony was clearly trying to sound calm and collected but I could hear the fear in how much his voice was shsaking. “The kid’s gonna be okay,”

From multipul different screens i saw Iron Man soaring towards Peter’s location.

He swooped in around the corner and blasted the man with the flame thrower into the side of the van, probably doing a lot more than knocking him out cold.

I stared on in terror asI watched Tony carefully scooped up Peter’s limp form and took off into the sky.

“Guys,” he called into the coms. “I’m takin the kid back to the Quinjet. Can you wrap up while I make sure he’s okay?”

“We got this Stark,” Natasha said calmly, but worry was evident in her voice.

“Just make usre the kid’s alright,” Steve piped up.

Tony disappeared inside the plane so I turned away from the screens and focused on the speaker in my ear.

“Tony what’s going in there?” I called. “Is he okay?”

“I laying him down on a stretcher til we can get him in the med bay at home,” he said back. “Hang tight. The other’s are nearly done,”

I turned back to the screens and saw he was right.

“Don’t worry Y/n,” he said softly after hearing my silence. “We’re coming home soon,”

I turned the screens off once everyone had made it back to the plane and were heading home.

I told Tony I would be waiting in the med bay for when they brought Peter in.

I did as I said I would and waited there for the team to return home.

When they arrived I swear it was like they’d brought an entire battle field with them.

Everyone was shouting, a lot of the team were bleeding or injured in some other way.

When I saw Peter I almost fell to the floor screaming. I collapsed against the wall as I stumbled my way to him.

“Peter!” I managed to choke out as Tony carried him into the med bay.

I noticed that Tony’s face was red and blotchy, like he’d been crying.

“Tony is he okay?” I asked, desperation evident in my voice. “Tony?”

He rushed into the room and placed Peter gently on the bed where he lay seemingly lifeless.

A broken sob fell from my lips as I saw the rise and fall of Peter’s chest barely affected by his shallow breaths.

“Alright everyone,” the lead doctor in the compound stepped into the room and her nurses began ushering the uninjured team members out, including me.

“Sorry miss but you’ve got to wait outside,” one of the nurse said gently and soflty guieded me from the room.

“Uhm.. y-yeah okay,” I sniffed and made my way outside to wait with the others.

Steve stood outside the door, staring worriedly inside as Tony refused to leave.

“Stark,” Steve called. “C’mon man you gotta give ‘em space so they can help the kid,”

Tony looked so distraught as he looked out the door to Steve and I.

“I have to call May,” He croaked and hurried form the room down the hall, mechanical whirring from the Iron Man suit as he moved.

I waited in the rec room of the compound with the other, to hear from the doctors in the med bay about the condition of Peter and the others that were hurt. None as badly as Peter but Clint needed a few stitches, Bucky had shattered his ankle and Wanda got a nasty concussion but she seemed okay.

Out of all, Peter seemed to be the worst but we had no idea what was actually wrong.

He had a concussion that wasn’t light but it wasn’t super bad and we’d been told it appeared he had bruising on the front and back of his ribcage from the impact of the blast and his pulse was slow and weak.

He went into cardiac arrest once.

His heart stopped beating for about 9 seconds.

The defibrillators we quick to work and started him up again on the first try.

But still, Peter technically died.

And we’re still not actually sure why. Tony’s theory was that the blast messed with the technology in Peter’s suit and somehow zapped his enhanced genes from the spider bite.

But even with that theory hanging in the air it doesn’t actually explain why Peter was awake after 3 days and why his heart stopped.

But then everything took a miraculous turn.

The doctor said his spider DNA was speeding up his healing process.

The purple bruises were fading before my eyes and I could easily notice the improvement in his breathing and pulse.

He woke up by the end of his third day in med bay and said he didn’t remember anything.

By the following morning the doctors said he was almost completely healed and could go home to Queens if he wanted.

Some protested and we all expected him to ask to stay in the compound as well but he didn’t.

When he say his aunt waiting in the kitchen with Tony and Pepper he practically ran to her.

“Can Y/n come home with us?” he asked May when hey broke apart.

“Of course she can!” May beamed.

I’d always liked May. She was so good to me all the time. She made Peter bring me presents from her when I was recovering from my leg injuries.

Happy drove us to Queens that afternoon. It was a quiet ride and Peter mostly stared out the window, but his hand never let go of mine.

At an intersection, we pulled up next to a light blue van and Peter gripped my hand so tight I thought he might break the bones.

But the van turned to corner and he relaxed a little.

When we got into their apartment, he went straight to have a shower. May made us all sandwiches and took hers to her room to before going to bed.

I put mine and Peter’s on a plate and took them to his bedroom. I changed to his ‘I survived NYC’ tshirt and sat on his bed eating my sandwich while I waited for him.

He walked into the room smelling of his pomegranate shampoo with his towel around his waist.

“Hey,” I smiled.

“Hey,” he softly smiled bad and pulled on his Hello Kitty pajama pants and lay down on his bed beside me.

“You alright?” I asked, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yeah,” he didn’t put much effort into the words and they came out as a whisper. “Just tired. I’ve noticed that my faster healing makes me a little run down afterwords,”

“May made you a sandwich,” I pointed to his bedside table at the peanut butter sandwich on the plate there.

“Oh cool,” he reached out slowly and picked up the sandwich and began eating it very slowly.’

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked. “Something colourful,”

“Colourful?” he turned his head and looked up at me. “I swear if you say something stupid like My Little Pony or Tinkerbell, you can sleep on the couch,”

“No you dumbass,” I laughed. “Why would I suggest either of those things to you. I was going to say Barbie,”

“Nooooo,” he groaned as he rolled over and wrapped his arm around my was, burring his face in the bed beside my leg.

“Well what do you want to watch?” I chuckled.

“Just put Doctor Who on or something,” his voice mumbled through the fabric of his sheets.

I did as he said and put on a random episode of Doctor Who.

I didn’t realise how tired I was until I snuggled into Peter’s bed and began falling asleep almost immediately.

I did however wake up at some point in the night.

The Tv was off and Peter lay on his back with his arm around me and my ead on his shoulder.

I looked up and saw he was awake.

“Peter?” I leaned up on my elbow to look at him properly.

“Hmm?” he turned to look at me, his eyes were very bloodshot and there were dark circles beginning to for under his eyes.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked.

“Can’t,” was all he said.

“Are you okay?” I leaded over and flicked on his little lamp.

“I guess,” he squinted at the sudden light. “The doctor says I’m fine. I don’t hurt anymore,”

“I meant up here,” I tapped lightly on the side of his head.

“Oh,” he took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t know,”

I didn’t know how to responded so I simply kissed his forehead and started running my fingers through his hair like I know he likes.

The was a few minutes of silence before he finally spoke again.

“I lied,” he whispered.

“What?” I was confused and worried by the statement.

“To the doctor,” he continued. “To everyone. I lied when I said I don’t remember,”

“Oh,” I understood now why he’d been so quiet since leaving the med bay. “Do you remember everything?”

“I think so,” he looked at me briefly before looking back to the underside of the top bunk. “I remember going into the van and that guy had all these crazy weapons. I remember hearing you yell into the coms to see if I was okay. I remember the blast. I remember Mr Stark carrying me back to the jet and sitting with me. I think he thought I was dying. Did I die?”

He suddenly turned to me with such desperation in his eyes I almost broke down right then and there.

“No you’re here,” I smiled gently. “You’re here with me at home in Queens. You didn’t die. You’re okay,”

“Most of the time I was out it felt like sleep,” he explained. “But there’s a small patch that just feels like nothing. I died didn’t I?”

He looked up at me, studying my face like he was trying to memorise every detail.

“For a second or two yes,” I breathed. “In the med bay. Your heart stopped. It was less than ten seconds but it did stop. And no one can figure out why. But you woke up less than a day later,”

“What if i’d never woken up?” his voice was quiet and shaky. “WHat if my heart didn’t stat up again? What if it just stopped and that was it?”

“But it did start up again,” I said firmly.

He sounded so afraid and I didn’t like it.

“But if that had been the end, then the last thing I would have seen was that flame thrower. The fire rushing toward me… The last thing I would have heard was you screaming to Tony about how I wasn’t moving. I could hear you screaming,” he’d begun tearing up and he turned his head slightly to look at me. “You were screaming because you were scared for me. I was scared to but not for me. I was scared because you were scared. I hadn’t even really process what had happened to me but I could hear you screaming and I knew you were scared and that made me scared. I woke up in that med bay and I was still scared but you were there and you seemed fine. You weren’t hurt or anything. You were just looking at me with your huge smile and I was scared because what if I’d woken up and you weren’t smiling? what if-”

“Peter shh,” I sat up so I could properly reach out and hold his face. “There’s no need to worry about the what if’s,”

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears fall from his eyes.

“You’re fine,” I cooed. “I’m fine. You’re home, I’m here with you,”

I wiggled down in the bed so we could swap positions, with his head on my chest and my arms around him.

“It’s okay,” I said, stroking the back of his head. “You’re okay,”

Why am I this person?

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i-write-to-forget-my-woes · 7 years

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It’s okay, you’re okay...

It’s too depressing to proof read so here ya go x

Someone please explain why I wrote this.

Word count: 2,456

Warning: idk like angst? Peter get’s hurt and it’s all shit. Idk if there’s swearing in the story but there’s swearing in the author’s note up there ^^

The last mission I went on, I fucked up my leg really badly.2 clean breaks in my foot and a hairline fracture in my tibia.

And so even though it was completely healed, just because I still get a little pain from it, I haven’t been allowed to go out on missions yet.

I had multiple screens showing me different places in the zones where the team was.

“Peter, there’s a crate of many many weapons in the back of a light blue van down the street to your left,” I called into the microphone I had clipped to my headset.

“On it,” he replied.

I watched the screen that was focused on Peter as he swung round the corner and landed on the roof of the van, kicked in one of the side windows and disappeared inside.

The van swerved and crashed into the side of a building. Smoke began billowing out of the front of the van where the impact caused the most damage.

The driver kicked open his door and tumbled out of his seat into a barely conscious heap on the side walk.

“Peter what’s going on in there?” I asked.

“Just a second,” he grunted in response.

“Peter!?” I shouted into the coms.

“Y/n what’s going on with the kid?” Tony’s worried voice rang in my ears.

“He was just blasted out of the van,” I explained. “Peter are you okay?”

“I’m good,” he groaned, holding a thumbs up in the air before holding his side and rolling over.

“You should’ve stayed out freak,” the man sneered.

"Now bro," Peter shook his head sarcastically. "That's just really rude-"

The flames roared forward, stronger than Peter must've been expecting because he was thrown back in a stream of fire and smashed into an abandoned car.

"PETER!" I cried, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the screens. "Tony! Tony you have to help him! He's not moving!Tony please-"

"I'm on it Y/n," Tony was clearly trying to sound calm and collected but I could hear the fear in how much his voice was shsaking. "The kid's gonna be okay,"

From multipul different screens i saw Iron Man soaring towards Peter's location.

He swooped in around the corner and blasted the man with the flame thrower into the side of the van, probably doing a lot more than knocking him out cold.

I stared on in terror asI watched Tony carefully scooped up Peter's limp form and took off into the sky.

"Guys," he called into the coms. "I'm takin the kid back to the Quinjet. Can you wrap up while I make sure he's okay?"

"We got this Stark," Natasha said calmly, but worry was evident in her voice.

"Just make usre the kid's alright," Steve piped up.

Tony disappeared inside the plane so I turned away from the screens and focused on the speaker in my ear.

"Tony what's going in there?" I called. "Is he okay?"

"I laying him down on a stretcher til we can get him in the med bay at home," he said back. "Hang tight. The other's are nearly done,"

I turned back to the screens and saw he was right.

"Don't worry Y/n," he said softly after hearing my silence. "We're coming home soon,"