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A Fanmade Continuation of Open Heart: Second Year

Chapter 1 (Takes place after chapter 9 of OH2, so “chapter"10 of the real book.

MC: Dr. Tessa Williams

Trigger warning: Mentions of weight and body size. If you are struggling with body image and/or disordered eating, read at your own risk.

“Leaving? But why?” I gape at Rafael, utterly confused and shocked. He just dropped this bombshell on me out of the blue, and with Kyra hanging onto her life by a thread, too. This is just one catastrophe after another. He can’t be leaving!

Rafael doesn’t elaborate. He only blinks hard in response, refusing to meet my eyes. But that doesn’t stop me from noticing that his own eyes are damp with tears.

Something’s wrong. Yes, something is definitely wrong. Superman does not cry. Rafael does not cry. This is Rafael Aveiro, the big, strong, heroic paramedic I fell head-over-heels in love with during my intern year at Edenbrook. Rafael, who is always there to offer a sympathetic ear or a distraction, whichever I need most in the moment. Rafael, who prioritizes the people he loves above all else, even the hospital that is his whole life.

I clasp my hands together in a Herculean effort to keep myself from reaching out to him, but it still takes every ounce of willpower in my body not to fling myself onto him.

No, Tessa, I chastise myself. He’s with Sora now.

Rafael stands in front of me, keeping more space between the two of us than ever. His dark eyes are those of a broken man who is no longer sure where he belongs. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to comfort him, to rest my head against his bulky chest, just like old times. But somehow, I resist the inexorable pull of my temptations and stand firmly where I am, six feet away from him. I convince myself that I shouldn’t even try to break down the walls he’s built between us, lest he reject me yet again.

He finally looks up at me, his damp eyes burning with an array of mixed emotions I can’t quite put my finger on. When he speaks, his usually deep voice is no more than a strained, hoarse whisper. “Sora and I broke up.”

Finally! I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since Rafael first introduced me to Sora. I always found her too materialistic, and...oh, who am I kidding, I just didn’t like her because she was with Raf. My Raf.

Only he’s not mine, and he can’t possibly know that I’m thinking all this. So I fabricate the best sympathetic expression I can manage and sigh, “Oh, Raf. I’m so sorry.”

It’s not entirely a lie. I am sorry that something bad happened to him. It pains me beyond belief to see him hurting, even if the reason for his pain is something I’ve deeply and silently resented for months. I’ll never forget the first time Rafael and Sora kissed in front of me. It was like a white-hot, rusty knife being twisted deep into my stomach.

Yet when Rafael extends his open arms to me, asking for an embrace, I don’t throw myself into them like I did when we were so happy together. I don’t nestle into him until I find the spot where I am most comfortable in his arms. Instead, I feel myself stiffen and back away.

What, so you can lure me in and then shut me out all over again, with no explanation? So you can re-awaken my love for you without the intention of ever loving me back?

Rafael must read something on my face, for his own face crumples and he drops his arms. “I’m sorry, I should have known—”

I cut him off. “I deserve answers, Raf. Why are you leaving?” I deserve answers to a hell of a lot more questions than that, but right now in the middle of a bustling hospital isn’t the time.

“My girlfriend’s gone. I’ve been suspended from the job I’ve dedicated my whole life to. I see no reason why—”

“Cut the crap, Raf!” I snap. I notice nearby patients giving me strange looks, but I couldn’t possibly care less at this moment. “You love this town. Your whole community is here. Your friends, your family, the seniors you love volunteering for! You’re telling me you’re just gonna pack up and leave all of that behind?”

Rafael bristles. I almost apologize at seeing Rafael, of all people, on the verge of tears because of something I said, but I know deep down that I’m the one who deserves an apology. He stares at me for a long moment, clearly considering his words. When he finally does answer me, his eyes are sad and his expression resigned.

“I think I should go,” he says.

“Raf…” I protest, but he turns his back on me and stalks down the hall without another word. I watch him as he becomes smaller and smaller, reduced to a tiny dot before turning the corner and disappearing altogether. Perhaps even for the last time.

“Dammit, Raf!” I exclaim, stamping my foot.

“Got some drama going on?” Jackie sidles up to me, an interested smile on her face.

I bury my face in my hands. “Not now, Jackie,” I groan. The last thing I need is to relive the unfortunate events of my beleaguered, unrequited love life for her entertainment.

“Oh, come oooon, spill already,” Jackie needles me.

God, she is insufferable sometimes. I shake my head. “You know, Jackie, when you finally get your head out of your textbooks and have your own boy or girl troubles someday, you’ll understand that other people’s drama is not for your—”

I am interrupted by Jackie’s pager beeping. “Ooh, gotta go!” She gives me a quick wave before breezing away.

When Jackie is gone, I glance back through the window at Kyra, who is deep in thought in her hospital bed. I remember how slim her chances of survival actually are, and my eyes once again brim with tears, which spill over despite my best attempts to keep them in. I can’t lose two friends.

“Dr. Williams?” Esme’s voice jerks me out of my dismal thoughts.

“Oh!” I quickly wipe my tears, hoping she doesn’t notice.

Unfortunately—or fortunately for her patients, I guess— Esme is very observant. “Were you crying?” she asks.

I straighten my spine and turn to face my intern. “Like I told you earlier, Dr. Ortega, I have a lot on my mind. Now, what do you need?”

“It’s my patient in room 317. I’ve been trying and trying and haven’t been able to diagnose her at all,” she replies.

“Have you exhausted all your options?” I ask. I have three more patients left, and then I’m supposed to report back to Ethan and the diagnostics team.

“Yes. I know you’re busy, Dr. Williams, but I really need your help,” Esme pleads.

I sigh. I better make this quick, or Ethan will be mad. “I don’t have much time, but give me the chart.”

Esme hands me the patient’s chart.

“Emily Johnson, 25. Severe abdominal pain, bloating, amenorrhea,” I read aloud. I hand the chart back to Esme and frown. “Dr. Ortega, all these symptoms are indicative of a reproductive issue.”

Esme frowns right back at me. “But she’s already been tested for just about every reproductive disorder there is. And they’ve all come back normal. That’s why I need your help.”

“And you were right to ask for help,” I commend her. “This may be a lot more serious than I thought. Now let’s go!”

*********

When we reach room 317, I scrupulously observe the young woman in the hospital bed. She is noticeably overweight. Her golden skin is strangely drained and pale. Her eyes look sunken in and tired, and she is so weak she barely musters the energy to turn her head to look at me and Esme.

“Hello, Doctors,” she croaks.

“Hello, Ms. Johnson, I’m Dr. Tessa Williams, and I’m going to treat you along with Dr. Ortega,” I reply, giving her a warm smile.

“Cool. I get two doctors. And you’re both so pretty too,” she says. “I’m jealous.”

Huh. Her words are enthusiastic, but her voice is subdued and monotone. I make a note on her chart that she appears lethargic. Esme missed that. I’m going to have to tell her to pay more attention to patients’ states of mind. Being a doctor is much more than just treating symptoms, after all.

“Why don’t you tell me what the trouble is, Ms. Johnson?” I ask.

She smiles weakly. “Please, call me Emily. Everyone is so nice here. Who knew the hospital would be such a welcome change?”

What is going on? She’s speaking in tongues. Now I can see why Esme brought me here. I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong with this patient.

“Okay, Emily, I need you to stay focused with me here,” I urge. “Now, what seems to be the trouble?”

“I’m always bloated. Painfully so. It’s been especially bad since my best friend’s birthday party this past weekend. My weight is a chronic issue. My periods have been either irregular or absent for years. And—oh my!” She bolts upright in bed, revealing a large cluster of black hair on the pillow.

“How long has your hair been falling out, Emily?” I ask.

“A couple of months now,” she replies.

“Okay,” I say, jotting this down. “Now, I have to ask because you’ve missed periods. Any chance you could be pregnant?”

She laughs. “Oh, no, not me. My periods have been irregular since I was seventeen. Very puzzling, if you ask me, since I’ve tested negative for every reproductive disorder in the book over the years.”

“Sometimes things get missed,” I say, though I’m not even sure what’s wrong. If this isn’t a reproductive disorder, then what is it?

“Besides,” Emily continues, “No guy would get close to me the way I look now.”

I want to tell her that this isn’t true, that she shouldn’t demean herself that way, but she’s a patient, not a friend. So I simply continue asking her the usual obligatory questions, letting Esme chime in when I want her to figure something out. She does so without difficulty. That’s good. I’ll have to let Ines and Zaid know how quick of a learner Esme is.

“Dr. Ortega, I want you to examine Emily’s abdomen,” I say.

“Yes, Dr. Williams,” Esme replies. She lifts up Emily’s gown, revealing her distended abdomen. It is so bloated it almost looks like there is a water balloon inside her body.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” instructs Esme, then begins pressing gently on various areas of Emily’s abdomen. Emily gasps and winces the whole way through. Esme repeatedly apologizes and takes care to be as gentle as possible. I note down that Emily is experiencing abdominal pain and continue assisting Esme with the examination.

When Esme and I finish Emily’s examination, I usher Esme out of the room. She immediately pounces on me with questions.

“What do you think it is? She said it’s not a reproductive disorder. But it sure sounds like one. You think she’s faking it?”

I shake my head. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“She said she’s tested negative for various reproductive disorders over the years,” Esme muses. “You think one could have come up just recently?”

“It’s possible,” I say, “but that still doesn’t explain her chronic symptoms.”

Esme frowns. “Right.”

Well, I’m just as stumped as she is. I can think of only one thing to do.

I’m taking this case to Dr. Ramsey,” I tell her. “Someone at diagnostics might be able to crack this case better than we can.”

“Please, not Dr. Ramsey!” Esme exclaims. “He’ll chew me out soooo bad for not being able to figure it out myself.”

I bite back a giggle. A year ago I would have said the same thing about Ethan. But now I know that, behind the gruff exterior, all he wants is for his patients to get the help they need and mentees to be the very best they can be.

“Esme, your first priority needs to be the patient’s care. And he’s not going to be upset with you,” I reassure her. “I couldn’t even figure Emily’s case out. If anything, he’ll be glad that you tried your very hardest and still owned up to the fact that you couldn’t fix this yourself.”

“And what do I do?” Esme asks me.

I weigh my words carefully in my head, not wanting Esme to feel incapable. But I know, as her mentor, I need to be honest with her. “I’m taking over this case. You’re not ready for it.” My mind goes back to long ago, when Ethan said the exact same words to me about Dolores’s case.

Esme’s face falls. “But I want to help her.”

I place a hand on her shoulder. “I know you do, Esme, but you can’t help everyone. You just gotta find a way to help those you can. And I’m very proud of you for trying.”

Esme’s face breaks into a tiny smile at the praise. “Thanks, Dr. Williams. For everything. Now I need to get back to my other patients.”

**********

“Rookie. We were just about to start without you,” Ethan says as I stumble my way into the diagnostics office at four o’clock sharp. He sits at one end of the table, and Baz sits at the other, drawing shapes in the foam of his cappuccino with a stirrer.

“I’m still on time,” I grin, taking a seat beside Ethan.

He flashes me a wide smile right back. “Fine.”

“Also, since when did we decide you’re calling me Rookie again?” I demand. He hasn’t called me that in months. I’ve kind of missed it, though I will never admit it.

“I did, just now,” Ethan replies. “You are a rookie to the diagnostics team, after all.”

I sniff, but can’t help but giggle at the joking expression lingering behind the mask of my mentor’s stern blue eyes.

“Fine,” I imitate him, earning a chuckle from Ethan and a belly laugh from Baz.

“So,” Ethan begins. “You want to tell me and Dr. Mirani why you were almost late?”

Perfect. “Actually, Dr. Ramsey, I wanted to talk to you about one of my intern’s patients. She has every symptom in the book for a reproductive disorder, yet every time she has been tested for one, the tests all came back negative.” I show him the chart.

Ethan studies the chart for a long moment, his eyebrows drawing together. I can practically see the gears turning in his head as he ruminates every single possible diagnosis in his mind. I sit tight, hoping that Ethan will come up with more of an answer than Esme and I did. All hopes of an instant diagnosis disappear, though, when Ethan finally sets the chart down on the table and shakes his head.

“No idea?” I ask, disappointed.

“Looks like there are a lot more tests to run,” Ethan says. “If it’s not a reproductive problem, we should check for hypothyroidism. It’s possible her thyroid fluctuated over time and she was only tested when it was normal. But an underactive thyroid could be affecting her menstrual cycle.”

“It could be affecting her size, too. She was considerably overweight.”

Ethan nods. “Another possible explanation. Very good, Rookie.”

Baz pats me on the shoulder. “Yes, very impressive.”

“Ugh, when are you two ever going to stop giving cute names to each other?” June appears in the doorway with two steaming mugs of coffee. She sets one down in front of me and the other one in front of Ethan.

“Thank you, Dr. Hirata,” I say. I still don’t trust her after she used me to sneak into Mass Kenmore just to mess with Tobias, but I guess it can’t hurt me to be polite.

Ethan glares at her. “I’ll have you know that we do not give cute names to each other. Rookie is hardly a compliment.”

Underneath the scowl, he winks furtively at me.

“Whatever you say,” teases June. Then she focuses on me. “You’ve gotten yourself quite a lot of attention, Dr. Williams, sneaking into Mass Kenmore like that.”

I plaster a smile onto my face, though an uneasy feeling sinks into my stomach. “Oh, hush. Not like you were the one who suggested the idea to me or anything.”

June grins right back. “Not like I was the one who actually set foot in Mass Kenmore, though.”

Something she said earlier suddenly hits me. “Um, what kind of attention?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out in due time,” June says dismissively. “But for now, let’s get this diagnostics meeting started.”

*******

“Aurora!” I exclaim. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“You don’t need to apologize for running into me,” Aurora says coolly. She gathers the books I dropped when I plowed into her and hands them in a neat stack to me. “We live in the same apartment; it was bound to happen some time.”

She marches off towards her room, but I grab her arm. “Wait, Aurora!” Our fight has gone on long enough. I tried to apologize for stealing the senator from Mass Kenmore after they stole the coma patient from Edenbrook, but she wouldn’t let me! Now, I’m going to make her stand here and listen until I’m done apologizing.

Aurora huffs like she doesn’t want to hear what I have to say. “What is it?” she asks.

“I’m sorry I stole Mass Kenmore’s patient.”

Aurora gives me a long, level look. “No, you aren’t.”

I think of Tobias shaking his head as Ethan, Baz, and I sped away after poaching his patient, and acquiesce, “Fine, I’m not. But I am sorry that it’s affected our friendship.”

Aurora says, “I am, too. But you didn’t have to let it.”

I shrink back. “W-what do you mean?”

Aurora takes a deep breath before finally going off on me. “You didn’t have to accuse me of stealing your patient from you. I told Tobias that we should consider encouraging our patients to participate in studies, and he asked me where I got that idea from. I tried to lie, but he saw right through me! I’ve never been a good liar, Tessa. You know I don’t play games with people.”

“Then why would you lie to Dr. Carrick?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. I knew she was up to no good. Maybe apologizing to her was a mistake. Maybe things can never go back to normal between us.

“Because I knew you would react this way!” exclaims Aurora. “I knew you would think I let Tobias in on your idea on purpose, so I tried not to reveal that I got the idea from you. But he threatened to send me back to Edenbrook if I didn’t tell him, so I had no choice.”

My mouth drops open into an O. I suck in a sharp breath as a wave of unbelievable guilt begins to wash over me. Aurora had been cornered into telling Tobias the truth. I know how desperate Aurora was to get out of Edenbrook, to finally make a name of her own rather than just be recognized as Harper Emery’s niece, or Princess Nepotism as my other friends and I cruelly used to call her. And I had so impulsively accused her of stabbing me in the back just like Landry.

I can’t even bring myself to meet her eyes. I lower my head, deeply ashamed of how immaturely I’d acted, and how poorly I’ve been treating Aurora. To think she tried to cover for me because she was afraid I would react badly!

Aurora looks at me, hurt that must have been brewing inside her for weeks evident on her face. I think I even see a few tears gleaming in her dark eyes. “The least you could have done was hear me out at the softball game.”

She’s right. I do need to apologize to her after all. But not for stealing the patient like I thought. I need to apologize for being a terrible friend and roommate.

“Aurora, I owe you an apology,” I say. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you out. I’m sorry I assumed you did bad things I should have known you’d never do on purpose. I’m so embarrassed about the way I acted.”

“I would be, too, if I were you,” she replies.

I flinch, but don’t protest. I deserve what she said. I fight my way through the intense shame and force myself to look at her. Much to my surprise, she no longer looks hurt or angry. I guess all she needed was to get the negative emotions I made her feel off her chest.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” I ask.

Aurora doesn’t answer; she just grabs my arm and leads me to her room. She picks a large brown book up off her desk and hands it to me.

“I made this for you,” she says. “I don’t know if you’ll even want it, but if you do, it’s yours.”

She got me a gift? No, made me one? God, do I feel like a bitch now.

“Aurora, of course I want it,” I say. “You may not believe me, but for what it’s worth, I’m touched. What is it?”

“I believe you. And it’s a thank you for inviting me to live here. I’m finally free from Aunt Harper’s clutches. I would never have made it this far if it weren’t for you.”

“You definitely would have,” I protest.

Aurora cracks a small smile, something she hasn’t done to me in weeks. “Oh, just open the book already, will you?”

I page through the book, which is a scrapbook of all the memories from this year, before I let my impulsivity get in the way of our friendship. There is a picture of me and Aurora on the couch with one of Sienna’s delicious breakfast spreads in front of us. Another picture shows us and all of our roommates in the middle of a heated, drunken game of pool at Donahue’s. And a third one is of me and Aurora smiling brightly into the camera, in the backseat of a cab on our way to the movies.

Tears flood my eyes at Aurora’s sweet, sentimental gesture. Now I feel like an even worse friend than before. She went to all this trouble for me, and I can’t believe how I repaid her.

“Aurora, this is absolutely beautiful and...I can’t take this. I don’t deserve it.” I hold the scrapbook out to her, but she folds her arms across her chest and shakes her head.

“Nope, you already said you wanted it. You’re not leaving my room until you promise to take that thing with you,” she implores. “And until you promise that things will be normal between us now and you will never do anything like this again.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and give her the widest smile ever. “You got yourself a deal, my friend.”

“Come here,” says Aurora, pulling me into a tight hug. I squeeze her back, hard, as if clinging to our friendship itself. Our friendship that I almost selfishly threw away.

When we pull apart, I say, “I’ve got to start dinner now. Sienna’s on a date with Danny. But bad movie marathon tomorrow night?”

“Absolutely,” says Aurora. I laugh and head to the kitchen, stopping in my room to drop off the scrapbook on the way. I set it upright on my desk, leaving it open at the page of me and Aurora in the cab.

After one last fond glance at the scrapbook, I make my way into the kitchen, where I forage around the cabinets and fridge for the ingredients for spaghetti and meatballs. I roll up fifteen meatballs with passable skill and start the water for the spaghetti. As soon as I put the pot on the stove, however, my phone buzzes with a text from Bryce.

Tessa, the text reads, I need your help NOW!

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peterpparkrr · 7 years

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(William Magnusson x Reader): Honesty is the best policy

Summary: Reader gets pulled into the conflict between The Penetrators and Yakuza boys and gets hurt.

A/N: apologies for any and all spelling/grammar mistakes (some of the phrasing is a bit awkward still, I was having a really hard time characterizing Will so this isn’t great but I wanted to post it anyway)

You knew it was a bad idea to come with the guys to confront the Yakuzas. Unfortunately, Will was on a date which left you as the only voice of reason left in the group. You didn’t like feeling like you had to babysit your friends and act like their moms, but someone had to stop them from doing something they were going to regret.

"Do you really need to do this?" You asked Chris, your next closest friend behind Will, from the backseat of his car, lamely attempting to persuade him to just give it up.

Chris didn’t turn around but he glanced at you in his rearview mirror, "(Y/N), they jumped that first year guy for no reason, we need to put them back in their place."

You sighed and slumped back in your seat, praying that the Yakuzas wouldn't actually show up.

When you got out of the car your heart sank when you realized they were already waiting for you. You knew Will wouldn't want to cut his date short but you had a bad feeling so you pulled out your phone and called Will, telling him where you were and to get here as soon as possible.

You got out of the car with the others, quietly mumbling to Chris, telling him that you should just go home as you walked up the the other group.

"Listen to your girlfriend, you know you're going to lose." One of the Yakuza guys said as you walked up.

You rolled your eyes, "First of all, not his girlfriend, second of all, I'm trying to stop them from murdering you because they’ll get arrested, but if that’s what you want..." You trailed off, cocking your head slightly.

"Who the hell do you think you are, bitch?" He asked angrily, stepping up to you.

Chris was about to step in front of you and defend your honor or whatever it is he is supposed to do as your best friend but you nudged him out of the way and stepped up to meet the guy face to face.

"I'm the girl who's about to beat your ass." You say before throwing your punch, hitting the guy who was mouthing off square in the nose with a satisfying crunch, silently thanking your dad for enrolling you in all those self-defense classes.

By the time the fight is finally broken up you have a bloody nose and what feels like a long scrape on the side of your face. No one else looked much better than you.

As the Yakuzas guys walk away you see William walking over from his car, his expression a mixture of anger and tiredness.

"Shit," you mutter as you trying to wipe the blood flowing out of your nose on your sleeve.

"What the hell happened?" Will asks loudly as he walks over.

Chris opened his mouth to explain, "The Yakuza guys-"

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't try and start shit." He replies, shooting Chris a look before turning to you, "I thought you were going to try and stop them."

"I tried!” You protest, “But then they were trying to say shit and I just couldn't..."

"She threw the first punch," Theo offers, causing you to whip your head around and glare at him, "Hey! It was a really good hit," He adds defensively

"(Y/N)...Why would you get involved?" Will mutters, shaking his head as he gently grabs your chin and turns your face so that he can get a better look at the scape along the side of it.

"Oh please, if you'd heard what they were saying you would have hit them too, they were being really fucking annoying." You reply defensively as you jerk your face out of his grip and stalked away, trying to ignore the fact that you can still feel where he touched you.

You spent Saturday and Sunday sulking in your room. You'd lied and told your parents you slipped and fell while skateboarding (you were pretty sure they could tell you were lying but they didn't say anything, which was nice of them). You briefly Skyped with Chris to compare battle wounds (his black eye was a lot larger and more serious looking than your cut and you both had scars across the bridges of your nose so you let Chris have this one) and did some homework.

Sunday night you couldn’t bear ignoring Will anymore and called Will to apologize.

“I’m really sorry Will,” You apologized when he picked up, “I don’t know why I did all of that stuff, I should have tried harder to stop it.”

“It’s okay,” Will replies, his voice gentle, more gentle than it usually is when you talk to him, “I was just freaked out by how hurt you guys all got, it’s not your job to babysit them, I shouldn't expect that.”

You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, but you do it, you deserved to have a night off and I ruined it, I’m really sorry.”

“That’s okay, the date didn’t go very well anyway, I was a little relieved that you called, you’re a true best friend.” He admitted.

“I thought you really liked her?” You asked, confused, “Didn’t you spend ages convincing her to go on this date?”

“I do-I did- but she was just really aggressive and rude the whole time, I don’t know what I expected from a girl I had to coerce into a date, but I don’t think it was worth it.” He said.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure you’ll have better luck with the next one.” You reply with a grin, ignoring your own personal emotions.

“Yeah…” He trailed off.

“Well I better go, I’ve been avoiding my parents all weekend and they want to talk to me at dinner.” You say, sensing that the conversation was ending

“Good luck, and thanks for calling.” Will says.

“Thank you for being a good friend.” You reply, “Love you,” You add before hanging up despite the fact that it means a bit more to you than it does to him.

Monday morning Will picked you and a few of the others up for school. You knew that there was gossip going around that you guys got into a fight and we're hoping that if you all showed up together you wouldn't have to worry too much about the story continuing.

When you got to school during lunch break you all got out of Will’s car you could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you walked through the school yard. You were no stranger to getting stares as you walked past (first year girls loved to watch the boys walk past them) but it was at a new level today, you all stared straight ahead as you walked through, and once you got into the building you walked straight to your locker, briefly waving goodbye to the others.

When you were grabbing some of your textbooks out of your locker a chipper voice behind you said, "Hi!"

You turned around to see a bubbly, blonde first year looking back at you.

"Hello," You replied, turning back to your locker. Any time a first year tried to talk to you it was to ask about one of the boys and since you knew Will slept with her earlier this year you had a feeling you knew what was happening.

"Will is fine, if you're worried about his face getting damaged." Your you add as you close your locker and turn back to her.

"Oh...that’s good to hear," she replied, somewhat nervously, "I was just curious what happened, we all heard what happened on Friday."

"Um...it was a fight, Will came in and saved the day as usual," you reply, feeling weird and wishing the girl would just talk to Will instead of you.

"He really is brave. isn’t he?" She asks.

"Yeah," you reply, glancing at her, hoping the conversation will end.

"Well, I've got to be in the C building, see you later," she says before giving you a small wave and walking away. Leaving you to stand in the hallway, mildly annoyed before heading to class.

Friday night you're at William's party.

You were talking with some of the guys and feeling pleasantly buzzed when you saw the blonde girl from Monday trying to talk to William. He must have said something to her because you see her quickly walk away and it looks like she’s crying. You know you should feel bad, Will can be pretty heartless when it comes to turning girls down but there’s always a little part of you that enjoys it, it’s like there’s a sliver of hope that he’s interested in someone, someone who could be you.

You walked over to Will, “What was that all about?”

“Fruition of a bad deal that I made, I think I made myself pretty clear though, someone else can clean up that mess.”

“Why are you such a dick to girls?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest, you tried never wanted to get into these kinds of things with Will but you were kind of pissed off that he’d made that girl cry.

“Because those girls don’t mean anything to me, they’re don’t matter to me and I don’t want them to think that I do - it would get messy.” He replies with a shrug.

“Wow…I’m going to go dance, see you later,” You reply before walking away, it just seemed a bit too awkward to hear him say those things when he probably felt the same way about you. -- “Do you know why I never commit to any serious relationship?” Will asked suddenly. You were sitting with him on the couch after the police came and shut it down. Neither of you had said much, you were both a little uncomfortable after you’d confronted him about the first year girl, Vilde and didn’t know what to do about it.

“Because I’m in love with someone.” He admits and your heart sinks, “No matter which girls I fuck I can’t get her out of my head and it kills me because I can never have her.”

You nod, inspecting the hem of your shirt because you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact, you can tell he’s talking about Noora, the first girl he's been obsessed recently, she’s playing hard to get so it would make sense.

“Even when I tried to date someone else, I just can’t do it because I love someone else.” You look up, your brow furrowed, the only girl he’s gone on a date with recently would be Noora, so if that’s not who he’s in love with, who could it be?

“Who are you-”

“You, (Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for ages and I know that I’m not good enough for you but jesus christ, I can’t just pretend I don’t have feeling for you, not anymore.”

You stare at him a moment, awestruck and he shakes his head and moves to get up, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, that was stupid, you’ve made it pretty clear that we’re just friends.” He apologizes.

“What?” You blurt out, “No, Will, I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to pretend I’m okay with you chasing after Noora, do you know how painful that was to watch while I was pining after you? Will, I’m hopelessly in love with you, couldn’t you tell?”

“Seriously?” He asks, staring at you

You laugh, “Yes, God, we’re oblivious aren’t we?”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?” he asks as he moves towards you on the couch.

You nod and he holds your cheek in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours. After first the kiss was soft and slow, you were both savoring something that you’d been dreaming about for as long as you could remember. Once you got over the fact that this wasn’t a dream the kiss got deeper and hungrier, as you both moved your arms, trying to touch every inch of each other and just soak each other up.

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Give me brains behind the brawn

TL;DR, Steve is a precious nerd who needs to be protected from the idiots in the world who think he’s a thug with nothing but muscles and a gun. Giving him the time and encouragement to just study things because he wants to could seriously change the way he lives, because he may be a Navy SEAL-turned-cop but that doesn’t mean he’s stupid. Far from it, in fact, and I have feelings about how he handles it.

Give me Steve McGarrett who is more than a gun-carrying, in-your-face, BAMF, going-where-angels-fear-to-tread meat-head with nothing between his ears.

Give me Steve McGarrett who loves to exercise his mind just as much as–if not more than he loves to exercise his body.

Give me Steve McGarrett who spends nights and weekends thumbing through old biographies and war histories because they’re relevant, but also reads classic literature in all the languages he speaks and buys used Chemistry and Calculus and Psychology textbooks because he’s always on the lookout for something new to learn about.

Give me Steve McGarrett who made a deal with UH or some local college when he came home to let him take a class or two online every semester. It started out as a way to take the loneliness out of his downtime, but it turned into this love of learning that he thought had died out long ago, so he kept at it.

Give me Steve McGarrett who keeps whatever novel he’s on tucked under the passenger seat of the Camaro, next to the first aid kit, because getting hurt and having time to read generally go hand in hand.

Give me Steve McGarrett who hated to send Danny undercover at UH instead of going himself, because he’d had dreams of being a teacher or a chemist or a thousand other things once upon a time, before everything went to hell, except it did and then the Navy happened and it’s kind of late now and business was never his forte anyway and he really wants this guy caught, so Danny’s the obvious choice.

Give me Steve McGarrett who spends rainy Saturdays when he can’t workout on the upstairs lanai (because it’s the only one that’s covered) with an entire sheaf of papers, a computer, and at least three textbooks, working on whatever problem caught his eye.

Give me Steve McGarrett who gets flustered on one of those days because Danny wasn’t supposed to show up here until three but of course he’s early and Danny’s about ready to start laughing and making jokes when he realizes his partner–his best friend–is standing there staring at him with his shoulders bowed just slightly, like he’s expecting to get mocked for liking things any second now and Jesus Christ, that’s never what Danny intended and it stops now. So he pauses, takes a second to seriously look at what his partner is doing, and asks.

Give me Steve McGarrett who lights up like the sun at being asked a genuine question and goes on for like ten minutes about what he’s been reading and studying up on and how amazing it all is and Danny can’t think of a time when Steve talked this much and he knows he’s never seen his friend look this excited about anything, smile this brightly and look so happy in the seven years they’ve known each other and he kind of feels like shit for not realizing this side of Steve existed at all. Danny doesn’t really understand one word in ten that his friend is saying, but it’s right there that he decides that he’s going to be more supportive.

Give me Steve McGarrett after the liver transplant who uses the time to go back to school for another degree–this time in Anthropology, for the hell of it and because humans are absolutely fascinating--and give me Danny who drives him to all the classes he has to be on campus for.

Give me Steve McGarrett who shies away from the rest of his team when they inevitably find out–he hadn’t answered his phone and they’d been worried–because they give him shit like he knew they would and it’s not supposed to sting but it does, the genuine surprise that he could like things besides sports and explosions laced with teasing that was probably harsher than it needed to be. And when he leaves a little too fast to be not upset, give me Danny Williams rounding on all three of them with his I Will Fight You expression on his face and he absolutely goes off on them for it. It culminates in him yelling at them–full voiced and angry, not ranting, legitimately yelling–about how sure, Steve uses his intelligence in different ways, but those way have saved their asses more than once. Like all the times he was the only one to remember the layout of a building or some vital detail of their suspects or how to defuse a bomb. And how about the fact that he’s been taking classes for years and has a near-perfect GPA while working longer hours than any of them to boot. How dare they criticize him for having a brain, for liking things, knowing that he considers them family?

Give me Steve McGarrett who’s already a mile out from shore when they finally make their way downstairs to apologize to him, swimming smoothly and so quickly they would have no hope of catching him, so they wait and wonder how they could possibly have missed this.

Give me Steve McGarrett who approaches them with tense shoulders and a head held upright with only sheer willpower when he finally comes back, hours later, panting and nearly stumbling up the sand. Give me Steve McGarrett who has this look in his eye that they haven’t seen since the first few months of being thrown together and dubbed a team, when he was fresh off active duty and closed-off and angry at the world. It’s like he’s already resigned himself to more comments he doesn’t deserve, but he’s not about to stop them because it isn’t worth it and hell if that isn’t the worst part of the whole damn thing.

Give me Steve McGarrett who, after that day, could almost always be seen wandering around Five-0 with a notebook tucked under his arm and his nose stuck in a book, especially when they weren’t busy. Give me Steve McGarrett who started to look happier, like he was sleeping better, like he was less ready to explode at any given chance. Give me Steve McGarrett who takes over the tech table one day, promising not to break it, and somehow comes up with an algorithm that, when added to their facial rec system, makes the search for suspects, witnesses, and victims almost twice as fast.

Give me Steve McGarrett who absolutely flourishes when given the chance, who finally seems to have found a balance, a way to escape what they see all day. Physics doesn’t lie to him and Calculus doesn’t kill people and Chemistry is predictable in a way most things aren’t and people who died a few thousand years ago can’t shove his life through a meat-grinder. Again.

Give me Steve McGarrett who just wants to learn things for the sake of it, and it’s something he’s never had the chance or the encouragement to do before now.

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31 Best Man speech jokes that will work for any wedding

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31 Best Man speech jokes that will work for any wedding

It’s summer, and wedding season is upon us.

Royal Wedding fever has descended upon the nation too of course, as Prince Harry and Meghan Markle prepare to tie the knot this weekend.

One of the most entertaining moments in any wedding day is the Best Man’s speech, a chance for a close friend or relative to roast the groom one last time before he heads off into married life.

And let’s be honest, which best man has the time to write a wholly original, personally relevant, laugh-a-line routine?

So if Prince William is looking for any inspiration for his speech, he could do worse than these tried-and-tested quips:

“It’s been an emotional day. Even the cake is in tiers.”

“To start this speech, I Googled ‘the perfect best man speech’, but you had to pay to read the examples and I didn’t think it was worth it, so I’m just going to wing it.”

“We’ve now reached the point in the proceedings when we all get to see the groom shift uncomfortably in his seat and grip the tablecloth in nervous anticipation. That’s right. I’ve been asked to give him the drinks bill.”

“I’m not used to public speaking. I only found out today that a toastmaster isn’t actually a kitchen appliance.”

“I didn’t really know where to start so I thought I’d trawl the internet. After a couple of hours I’d found some really, really good stuff. But then I remembered that I was supposed to be writing a speech.”

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“If there’s anyone here this afternoon who’s feeling nervous, apprehensive and queasy at the thought of what lies ahead, it’s probably because you’ve just married [groom’s name].”

“I’ve been instructed to keep this speech smut-free, so if I come across any innuendo as I’m reading through, I’ll whip it out immediately.”

“All those among you who know the bride will know that she is a wonderful and caring person. She deserves a good husband. Thank God he married her before she found one.”

“I’ve been asked by many how I’m going to cope with my best friend being married and spending all of his time loved up at home. I’m thrilled! I’ll finally be able to talk to women without him cramping my style.”

“Loyal, caring, sincere, honest, and a great man. But enough about me!”

“Just a couple of rules before we begin. If you have a mobile phone – leave it switched on, entertain yourselves. And if anyone texts you any good jokes, send them my way.”

“Just some last messages here to read out: one from the groom’s football team to [bride’s name] – ‘apologies we couldn’t all be here today, good luck with [groom’s name], we found him to be useless in most positions, but wishing you all the best for tonight.”

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“I’m here to give a speech about the groom – but what can I say about him that hasn’t already been a topic on the Jeremy Kyle show?”

“I do have to say to the groom though, just how lucky you are. You will leave here today with a wife who is warm, loving and caring. And the bride as well, how lucky you are as well. You leave here today having gained a lovely dress and a wonderful bouquet of flowers.”

“[Groom’s name] asked me to be his best man a year ago – although I never actually received a formal invitation to the wedding. Let’s hope I haven’t eaten someone else’s meal by mistake – but more likely, he was saving himself the cost of a stamp.”

“A best man is similar to a dead body at a funeral. You’re expected to be there, but if you say too much, people start freaking out.”

“I didn’t really want to do this, but I thought it might be the only chance I’ll get to have a meal and some drinks paid for by the groom.”

“You’ve got no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to today. After all the time I’ve been friends with [groom’s name], he has at long last admitted that I am the best man.”

“For the speech today, the bride and groom have asked that I don’t talk about the groom’s mishaps, mistakes, embarrassing moments or ex-girlfriends. So thanks for listening everyone, that’s all from me!”

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“As part of my research, I discovered that according to tradition I am supposed to sing the groom’s praises and tell you all about his many good points. Well, I’m very sorry but I can’t sing and I won’t lie.”

“It’s time for me to do this speech I hurriedly scribbled down about an hour ago!”

“I do hope that the couple enjoy their honeymoon in Wales. I assume they’re going to Wales. When I asked the groom his plans for after the wedding he said he was going to Bangor for a fortnight.”

“I read somewhere the perfect best man speech should last as long as it takes for the groom to make love. So ladies and gentlemen, please raise a glass to the happy couple!”

“Firstly, I’d just like to say how nervous I am to be making this speech. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve stood up from a warm seat with warm pieces of paper in my hand today.”

“If you could keep the clapping and cheering to a minimum today – I’ve got a terrible hangover. I know you shouldn’t drink heavily before a big event but I couldn’t let the groom drink alone, could I?”

“I always knew the groom’s speech would be hard to follow. In fact, I couldn’t understand a word of it.”

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“For those of you who don’t know me, my full name is actually ‘[best man’s name]-would-you-like-a-drink’. For anyone who I chat to later, if you could use my full name in the bar area please.”

“I heard there was a sweep stake on the length of the best man’s speech. I just went for 35 minutes – so settle in…”

“Where do I start with the groom? He’s handsome, witty, intelligent… sorry [groom’s name]… I’m having trouble reading your handwriting. Tell me the rest later.”

“I did ask for a microphone but was told there weren’t any available. So if you can’t hear me at the back, the silence at the front should assure you that you’re not missing out on anything.”

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“The groom and I share a common sense of humour. So if this speech is in any way unfunny, feel free to blame him.”

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