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eksvaized · 2 months
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@deadbranch's 100-Word Fic Challenge
another one because I've realized these little challenges are great for getting myself in the mood to write
When a prank idea strikes, MacTavish is usually game. Today, however, even your puppy eyes and sheepish smile don't convince Soap immediately.
"Pink isn’t his color."
Your words drip with sarcasm, as you scoff, rolling your eyes, "He'll love it."
Soap’s protests only cease after you drag him to the laundry room.
You spend hours dyeing all of Ghost's skull masks and gloves pink. But the prank backfires when Riley shows up for the next mission sporting the pink set, handing you and MacTavish matching masks.
Price isn't happy.
Especially when Gaz questions his lack of a matching pink mask.
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thissupposedcrime · 7 years
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Otayuri Hanahaki AU where Otabek has it first, convinced that he can only support Yuri as his friend and that his love will be unrequited, Yurio finds out but has no clue about the disease until he looks it up. He's furious, how could anyone not want Otabek or be in love w him?? He realizes his feelings but convices himself that Otabek would be too good to be his and starts to hide it as well until one of them gets caught/near death then a confrontation and happy end no one dies lol
Sorry to take so long in responding to this anon!!! It arrived right as classes began at university. But now I know what ‘hanahaki disease’ is so that’s cool. 
I took the approach of writing the opening scene and then outlining the rest. 
Hanahaki Disease AU: Flower petals erupt from your lungs due to unrequited love and eventually kill you (I think??? Or man I got this prompt wrong)
Otabek believes in miracles at Skate America, Fall 2019. Somehow, he manages to grimace through the coughs that shake this chest, the petals trying to leak past the press of his lips as the final notes of his flawed short program fade. 
He barely escapes from the kiss and cry before he suffocates, pacing into a bathroom in the halls of the arena as forget-me-nots flow out of his mouth. The attacks have increased in frequency the past four months, but damn it, never during competition and only very rarely during practice.
“The fuck is that? Did your costume rip?” A puzzled, familiar voice calls out from the doorway, noticing the clump of blue clenched in Otabek’s hand. 
“It’s nothing Yuri,” he replies briskly, throat parched. Otabek throws the flowers away into the trashcan and tries to move away, but more flower petals expel themselves from his lungs. 
“The fuck Otabek!” Yuri’s hands are on his shoulders, trying to tug Otabek forward to face him.
“Don’t worry. This is under control.”
“Are you dying?” Yuri seems distressed, and Otabek smiles around petals sticking to his teeth. He raises a hand to Yuri’s brow and presses, attempting to smooth the frown lines away.  
“No. Nothing like that, I promise,” he soothes, a quiet murmur into the short space between them. Yuri head tilts forward, nose gently pressing against Otabek’s collarbone as he exhales.
“You were spitting out flowers. Is that why your skate turned to shit near the end?” 
“It set off a bad cough, but I’m fine. Remember this concern when I win gold, okay?” 
False bravado has never been Otabek’s strong suit (his touch downs cratered his score), and it shows, as Yuri shoves him away with a scowl, eyes darting across his body. 
“Asshole,” he curses, and Otabek blinks, stunned by Yuri’s vicious tone. 
“Yura.”
“Shut up. I’ll find out what’s going out on my own.” Hands slam down on Otabek’s shoulders, forcing him to sit on the ground. Stunned, he goes down with ease. Stands of Yuri’s hair, a force of nature independent on his best friend, whip against his face as Yuri leaves in a flurry of annoyed, jerky movements. 
A minute later, he returns, throwing a water bottle a foot away from Otabek’s head and shoving Otabek’s coach into the room. He offers a parting glower, fingers already tapping at his phone as he stalks out, this time for good. 
All things considered, that could have gone much worse. 
Angry tornado of apocalyptic rage arrives at Otabek’s hotel room after dinner.
Years later Otabek argues this was where he feared for his life, not the side effects of his disease
Yuri is offended at how many people nod with understanding at this statement
Yuri rages, he throws things, he hit up the hotel printer for medical statistics
Did he spend half an hour screaming into a pillow because Otabek is in love with someone and he had no warning? No knowledge of this fact?
In a dark moment, he googles hit men, Milwaukee, but calms down. 
Otabek suffers in silence during this entire rant (it was timed at over 20 minutes long, Yuri just screaming at him)
Eventually Yuri asks who??? Seriously? Who the fuck wouldn’t date Otabek Altin?
Fuck them. Fuck them so hard.
Literally Yuri calls them undeserving bastard the entire speech
Supportive BFF Yuri is ignoring the weird thing his own chest is doing to focus on the mission at hand: his perfect BFF is heartbroken and oddly accepting of it
Otabek refuses to explain more about the person, just that they met long ago but it never worked out
We as readers take a moment to appreciate the bitter irony that I gave Otabek forget-me-nots cause ha, Yuri forgot him (my bad)
Eventually, Otabek convinces Yuri to calm down until the competition ends and then, in true “This plan of attack isn’t working. I need to find a different path” Otabek fashion, he ditches as soon as his exhibition skate is done for Almaty. 
Cue a nice, long section exploring when this disease originated in Otabek, his coping mechanisms, eventual acceptance of his diagnosis as a death sentence because he can’t actually force Yuri to love him back
And Yuri would try.
And, in Otabek’s eyes, Yuri would fail because Otabek will never believe it was because he loved and chose Otabek but because of the disease.
I’m oddly proud of this rationale.
Otabek believes in dreaming, accomplishing goals but he’s an introvert and a deep thinker. His curse is that he’ll never believe Yuri will return his feelings if he tells him, so nothing will change
Damn now I want to write that AU and the angst.
Yuri is pissed. The flames of hell are likely cooler than his temper. The voice mails he leaves in Otabek’s inbox are among the most vile he’s ever said
No one who overhears him screaming at the rink think he’s calling Otabek because he never does this with Otabek
Imagine half the group thinking he’s calling Victor and Victor just arriving happy and wrapped around Yuuri, clearly not the source 
Eventually he and Otabek have a conversation where Otabek basically lays out that he’s dying and Yuri needs to accept how he wants to handle his final years
Oh Otabek, my beloved optimistic angel. You got months babe. 
A week after Skate America, he wakes up with a weird ass flower on his pillow
Its Zinnia (thoughts of absent friends)
My flower meanings should literally tell you why no one ever asked me for this type of prompt before. 
“Eh, my cat must have gotten into something weird”
Insert: A lot of desperate pretending that everything is okay
Refuses to tell Otabek because it would upset him
Tiny petty part of his heart screaming out that Otabek sure as hell doesn’t want to talk to him, nah man. 
Completely ignorant of his own feelings, despite his subtlety being the emotional equivalent on a giant neon sign
Otabek withdraws from the Grand Prix, clearly unable to do such physical efforts without exacerbating his condition or showing the world that he be dying
His flowers have since become White Clover (think of me)
Again, I am so cute.
Yuri freaks, obviously. Dedicates his skate to Otabek
Unknown to Yuri, Otabek’s flowers change yet again to Angelica (Inspiration)
No one around them seems to pick up on their mutual pining
How??? 
Yuri trounces the competition at the Grand Prix.
Ugly crying in his hotel room, talking to Otabek on the phone as the final day ends.
Wakes up the next morning to carnations (alas for my poor heart) stuck to the roof of his mouth 
Yuri too is fucked. 
Unlike Otabek, who suffers in silence, YURI ISN’T HAVING THAT
MORE IMPORTANTLY, YURI (AND HIS MAD GOOGLING SKILLS) OF FLOWER MEANINGS HIT HIM WITH THE CLUE BAT: He’s pining for Otabek
Luckily for them both, Yuri’s like, nah, we’re not dying.
Internally: If I make Otabek love me, he lives. 
Win Win.
Imagine Yuri impulsively leaving the hotel in the middle of the night to begin a series of flights that deliver him to Almaty 
He has not told Yakov or Victor he’s peacing out to a different country on a different flight
“Eh, see you in Russia”
Here’s your expected comedy I guess???
Arrives at Otabek’s door and jumps him
Doesn’t even start a conversation
Honestly very effective cause Otabek sure as hell didn’t tell him and Yuri isn’t emotionally bright
This means Otabek understands and hey, btw I love you too
Final with super fluffy scene where Yuri buys bulk bouquets of every flower Otabek ever dealt with and BURNS THEM 
This is how he announces their relationship to the world
Hope this is kind of what you wanted anon! And that this isn’t another batcat!au issue where I misread the prompt. Sorry I didn’t make it a full story but I’ll try to return to it once ‘soldier boy’ finishes.
Keep sending me prompts if you want though?
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