5+1 Scott And Alan (Carrying) Part 3
5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 3
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“Alan!”
Silence.
“Mum!?”
No noise at all.
“Where are you?”
Nothing. Just dreadful white snow everywhere.
Scott never thought his youngest brother would ever be in danger. He was the oldest child, he protected his younger siblings.
That was how it worked, he thought frantically. That’s how it should be.
But Alan, only five years old, was missing along with his mother in the devastating aftermath of the avalanche.
Jeff was frantically looking for Lucille and Alan. John was busy irritating the rescue personnel, trying to tell them exactly how to treat Virgil. Virgil, who had been caught up in the slide downhill but was thankfully found after only two hours, cold and terrified with a broken leg. Scott was on his own. Each and every person along the slope were searching for signs of the fourteen people who’d been caught in the avalanche, but they’d been out here for well over five hours now. The instrument that scanned for life had broken ages ago, the wires inside freezing despite the manufacturing claims. Scott had been trying to ignore it, but the chances they’d find anyone else alive were steadily dwindling.
A distressed cry from behind a snow mound suddenly dragged him out of his thoughts. He sprinted over-
-to see his father hunched over, crying. A stiff, cold form was half-buried in the snow, a smaller form huddled in Jeff’s arms. His knees gave out at the sight, and he dropped beside Jeff. Scott stared at his mother, shock setting in. Her eyes were tight shut, and the life had already faded from her cheeks. Scott knew immediately that she was gone, never to come back to them.
He tore his eyes away to focus on his father. He’d only ever seen his dad cry once when Grandpa Tracy had died. This was the same, yet so much different.
Switching his gaze again to the surrounding snow, Scott blinked back his own tears. He had to be strong. For his dad. For Virgil, john, and Gordon, For his mum, For little Alan, who was still miss-
Scott’s eyes widened as he realised what was in his dad’s arms. Or rather, who. There, huddled into his dad’s chest, clad in the bright blue of his snow jacket, was Alan. His nose and cheeks were red, the skin around it deathly pale, tears and blond hair frozen his face. He didn’t move.
But even as Scott watched, a small puff of warm breath escaped from Alan’s mouth, hanging in the air or a second before dissipating.
He was alive.
Perhaps it was the shock, perhaps he had gone mad, but Scott nearly laughed out loud in relief. The world was cruel enough to take his mother from him, yet kind enough to leave his baby brother. Reaching forwards, Scott gently slid his arms under Alan’s knees and shoulders and lifted the youngest of his family from his unresponsive father, cuddling his brother tight. Alan’s lips were blue. Scott unzipped his own coats and drew then around him, wincing at the stab of frigid air. The little kid would stay warm until the rescue personnel arrived.
With a final glance at his mother and sobbing father, Scott stood and turned away to hide the scene from his youngest brother.
“I got you, Allie,” he whispered, “and I’m not letting go.”
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Part 4
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Absolutely incredibly accurate. May I just add:
- *leans over* “Ooh, what are you writing?”
- Turning the brightness down as far as it will go
- Making the text so small you (and others) can barely see what you’re writing
- That tab switch
- People going “what the heck” when they see how much ‘work’ you have done
- People making t h a t face when they realise you’re writing fanfiction, even if they’re a fan
- That one rare person who actually knows what you’re talking about and gushes and fangirls with you (bless them. bless all of those people)
Writing Fanfiction Is:
Losing motivation when you have time
Getting motivation at ungodly hours of the day or when busy
Going back to your story trying to remember what the fuck you said
“Am I writing this character good or nah?”
“does the plot make sense?”
feeling guilty sometimes for absolutely no reason
waiting for comments on your fic from specific readers
writing something and thinking “oh yeah, thats definitely going to hurt them”
procrastinating on writing by writing other fics
having too many ideas and not enough time
never finishing your wips
debating whether to add the fucking dumbass joke in that scene or not
wondering if you should or shouldn’t add that angsty scene purely to fuck with the readers bc its not like its gonna kill them or anything
Hoping no one finds it while simultaneously hoping ppl read it
playing music for inspiration and zoning out
planning fics and never writing them
thinking its shit but ppl like it and suddenly ur imposter syndrome acts up LIKE A FUCKING BITCH
loving ur readers so so much
*wheezes* he’s so cute!! Am absolutely in love with this idea!
Hello, I would like to make a statement:
Owl Brains.
That is all.
so many fanfics, idk why but yeah
....accurate, and most of them are WIPs!
I made a what the fandom thinks of you generator
Clare loses her shit over Pen & Ink
And Lo, There Was More
Yes that’s right, it’s time for Tunnels of Time kids so let’s all strap in shall we? I apologise in advance for the terrible phone screengrabs – I have a blazing migraine and no goddamn energy to tidy them up. ANYWAY.
Let us begin. Hey, the model work at the beginning of this episode is spectacular and I *love it* but is that what I’m here for? No. No it is not.
Keep reading
Gordon: but what if they deserve it?
John, reading a recipe: Okay, now we have to beat three eggs.
Virgil:
Virgil: At what?
I am sorry.
Layla is absolutely incredible and I would die for her.
I have a fabulous costume in mind
I love how the animators made the guest characters look somewhat like their voice actors!!
Thunderbirds are Go + Guest Characters
Probably gonna use this later. Thanks!
Whump dialogue prompts:
“Ok, _______, do you think you can stand? We need to get out of here, so just lean on me, alright? I know it hurts, but we need to hurry.”
“Just try to breathe, ok? I know it’s hard, but try for me, ok? Breathe!”
“Everything’s going to be alright, ok? We found you, and we’re going to get you out of here, ________. We’re going to get you home now, ok?”
“Alright, I’m going to carry you to the car now, ok? No, don’t even try to argue, you really shouldn’t put weight on that leg, so I’m carrying you.”
“Just relax, ______. I know it hurts, but help will be here soon.”
“It’s alright, just hold on for a few more minutes, _______. The worst is over, just a few minutes and you can finally rest, ok? It’s going to be fine, just keep holding on.”
When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next
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