find the word
How it works: I search for the words previously assigned to me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search for in your WIP.
I was assigned: love, eye(s), please, laugh
Ty for the tag, @evangeliamerryll :)
love-
from an untitled x-men oneshot
Peter just sits there, crying silently, mourning the sister he never got to have. “I- I would have loved to meet them.” “I wish you could have.” “It was not your fault.” “I-” “Erik, did you light that fire?” he interrupts firmly, though still choked up with tears. He receives no answer. “Then that shit was not on you.” “But they wouldn’t have- if- if it wasn’t for me..”
eye(s)-
from an untitled and fully self-indulgent star trek fic
Six hours later, he sits on an empty chair rubbing his eyes. The surgery went smoothly, but minutes later Scotty and a few others from engineering came in need of a dermal regen sesh after a small explosion. And after that, a lieutenant that he knew vaguely came in vomiting violently and he didn’t feel right leaving him. And after that, he realized that he never finished his charting for the day. Until another whole shift had gone by and he had simply never gotten around to leaving.
please-
from the same star trek fic that I fully never intended to post anywhere
“Wait, wait. Bones I’m fine, seriously. Sorry to worry you. I- I just woke up and I was still half asleep and-” “Hey, hey, calm down. It’s a’ right. But truth be told, no offense to you, I trust half asleep Jade to be honest with me about her pain a whole lot more than I trust fully awake Jade.” “I’m seriously fine. I’ve had stomach aches as long as I can remember, I’ve been to a doctor, and I deal with them fine, usually.” “When, exactly was this doctor's visit?” He asks, a skeptical eyebrow raised. “I was about twelve, I think,” she responds, a bit evasively, but at least her words seem candid. “C’mon, we’re gonna go get some food, ‘cause god knows how long it's been since you’ve eaten, then we’re both gonna get some rest, and in the mornin’, we’re gonna figure this out. Please. Let me help you.”
laugh-
From the devil was his savior (this part has already been posted but the fic is still a WIP so I don't think it's breaking the rules and tbh I couldn't find this word elsewhere. I torture these characters a lot)
“So you have really powerful senses right? Well, obviously, aside from sight. How many years of training did it take to be able to do what you do? Who taught you? Are you enhanced or just like a badass ninja? Were you born blind? Were you born with your abilities? Is that rude to ask? Sorry!” He still has about a million questions in need of answering, but he really doesn’t want to scare Mr. Matt off with his curiosity. “Wow,” the man begins to respond. “Most people’s first question is ‘Are you really blind?’.” But he laughs to let Peter know he’s not offended. Then he surprises him. “Yes, my whole life, an old blind guy, somewhere in between, no, I was blinded when I was nine in a chemical spill, I got my abilities then too. And, no, that’s not rude to ask, at least, not to me, personally. Finally, please don’t apologize for being curious.” Mr. Matt’s lips quirk up in a way that reminds him of Mr. Tony. The smile on Peter’s face turned sad for a moment, but he quickly perked back up. “That’s amazing!”
I'm tagging @redring91 and @superherotiger (sorry for the tag, if u don't feel like doing this feel free to ignore it)
yours words are: guilt, family, light, safe
