#help me doctor phil

[roosterbruiser]

#I can feel the hyper fixation slowing inching closer #every time I look back at it it's one step nearer #help me oprah #help me doctor phil #tgm #tg #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fandom #top gun fandom #bradley rooster bradshaw #Pete maverick Mitchell #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #imagine being in love with someone named ROBERT. #this is so embarrassing for me

[stratossphere]

couple’s boxing | j.k

johnny wants to box for a stunt, and massively underestimates your strength in the process.

warnings: mentions of violence, injuries, a tiny bit of suggestive language, knoxville being a concussed dork

word count: 3.4k

tags: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee @lizey-thornberry @faceache111 (lmk if you want to be added!)

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"Oh, fuck! He's out cold!" Bam was inconsolable with laughter as both you and Jeff dropped down at the same time to assess a still and drooling Johnny. "Y/n, that was fucking amazing."

"I think you killed him." Ryan nudged Johnny's arm with his foot, around the same time you noticed blood wetting the side of his head. Fuck, you were good.

"No, don't stop! I still got a few more punches!" Suddenly Johnny was animated and talking, his head jolting up from the floor with one gloved hand coming with it as he looked around wildly. You quickly moved to cup the side of his head so that he wouldn't bash it right back down on the floor, using your other hand to bat Ryan's foot away.

"Knox, shut up. Someone call the doctor and get them to send the ambulance over." You were still filming, but because it was so late and Johnny could barely keep his eyes open, let alone focused, that quickly ceased in favor of efforts to get him off the floor.

"You fucking psycho. You killed your own boyfriend!" Steve-O teased as he stepped down with me to take Johnny's hand so that you could flip him off of his stomach. You rolled your eyes, still cupping said boyfriend's head as he latched a grip onto your shirt.

"It's gonna take a lot more to kill me. Come on. Punch me one more time and see." Johnny coerced, eyes rolling back dangerously along with the shit-eating grin on his face.

"PJ. No more." You got him sitting up as you pleaded with him to stop babbling and moving around so much, and as soon as Steve-O came back into his peripheral, he had a similar grip on his shirt.

"And that, ladies and gents, is how you get beat up by your girlfriend!"

"Knoxville, shut up before your ears start bleeding." Preston snickered, standing a couple feet away from you with his arms crossed. Yeah. Super helpful, everyone. It was in times like these where you wished that the room was cleared so that Johnny would stop being such an attention whore and just let you keep him from dying without fighting you on it.

It took what felt like forever, but eventually the ambulance showed up. It was such a common practice that the siren wasn't even on, which was probably a good thing considering April and Phil Margera were sleeping upstairs as you all roughhoused in their living room. Once Jeff had come back in with paramedics trailing close behind, you got Johnny loaded up, and all promised to meet at the hospital a little later once you and Johnny got through the waiting room. You had declined everyone's offer to wait with you because you knew exactly how well that was going to go, and you were hoping that Johnny would calm down a little bit if there was no one else there to give him attention besides your tough love.

To your dismay, the waiting room was chock-full when you finally arrived. For it being as late as it was, considering it was nearing two in the morning, there was no other explanation other than the waiting room was stuffed with a bunch of drunken mistakes. Awesome.

Johnny was in a wheelchair sitting next to your chair, his chin resting in his hand as he blinked slowly and toyed with the peeling leather of his armrest. You kept having to nudge him to keep him from passing out, and every time he sent an annoyed look in your direction.

"I'm fucking fine. I didn't even get hit that hard." He was preaching to the pews, because you already knew that what he was saying wasn't true considering you had been the one to knock him out. And you knew that you’d hit him hard. To be fair, he'd been shouting 'stop hitting like a girl!' in your face for five minutes beforehand, so it wasn't exactly a hit on innocence.

"Oh, yeah? What's today?" You asked skeptically. The easiest answer would’ve been the date, but you would’ve settled for at least the day of the week or even the month. He paused for a second, then did a half-hearted fist pump in the air.

"My birthday." He cheered weakly, chuckling to himself as he did so. You frowned, because he was off by about eight months. Yeah. Totally fine. "Goddamn, I am tired."

"Well, you would probably feel a little better if you stopped complaining so much." You muttered, shaking your head to yourself as he tapped his foot impatiently on the linoleum floor where his legs were too long for the wheelchair he was in. Sometimes you wished you weren't dating him so that you could just call him an idiot for hurting himself and move on with your day like everyone else.

"I wanna go home tonight." He complained right over your suggestion, running a hand over his face as he winced at the obvious pain in his head. He was just digging himself deeper and deeper into a hole with this dramatic display of whining.

"I have told you that if you ever boxed with me, I'd knock your ass down." You were half lecturing and half boasting, because despite the fact that you didn't like him getting hurt, you were pretty proud of what a good job you had done at causing exactly that. "Bear with me, okay? They'll call us soon."

Close to your predictions, they called you both in a few minutes later, calling out 'Philip Clapp' before you were wheeling a very disgruntled Mr. Clapp into the exam room. You had called Jeff a couple minutes before to give them the okay to haul ass over and shoot whatever the hell was going to happen with Johnny, and it felt like they were in the room before the doctor could even fully step in before them.

"There's our star!" Pontius teased, a wide grin on his face despite the fact that Johnny was glowering in his general direction. He generally got pretty quiet once the headaches set in, and it was always a challenge to keep him engaged when he suffered a knock to the head, but you always knew that his concussions were bad when he got annoyed. "Hey, boyfriend beater."

"Will you shut up? I only agreed to let you guys in here if you sat quietly and just let him generate his own material." You muttered out of Johnny's earshot, motioning to where he was slowly spinning his wheelchair around with his extended foot as the doctor set up on the counter.

"Preston, Dunn, and Bam refused to come along because you get all anal when Knoxville gets hurt." Steve-O said as he watched the doctor shine a light in Johnny's eyes from over your shoulder. You turned around, a look rivaling Johnny's own glare, before smacking Steve-O hard in the arm for use of the word ‘anal’ to describe you. He let out an offended cry. "That's what I mean!"

"Man beater of every kind." Wee-man snickered at you, almost nearing the fire zone when Steve-O stumbled back from your assault.

"Y/n!" Your boyfriend's voice interrupted your attempts to beat Steve-O up, and you quickly turned to see him with his arm outstretched towards you. "I'm gonna puke."

"Sir, if you're going to throw up—"

"No, just...Y/n, just come here." He cut off the doctor, waving him off while simultaneously waving you on. You turned back to Jeff momentarily, an unimpressed look plastered on your face.

"You better be filming this shit." If Johnny threw up on you at two in the morning while everyone was filming and while you were running on about two and a half hours of sleep, you were going to be pissed. He wasn't usually a puker, and it was actually rare that you ever even saw him gag, but concussions caused puking, and as much as he wanted to think so, he wasn't immune.

"Ughhh, it hurts so bad." He groaned, latching back onto your shirt as soon as you were within reach and pulling you closer towards him. He was lucky you felt bad for hurting him. "It feels like I'm spinning my head in circles."

"You're not." As you were speaking, he started to bobble his head around like he was trying to combat the imaginary spinning, essentially contradicting your point. "Well, now you are." You reached out and touched the side of his head, stilling his movements and guiding his ear to fall against your side.

"Ugh. No one wants to see this on film." Steve-O complained, clearly not a fan of watching his best friend get babied. Johnny cast a furtively morose look in his direction, eyes trying to focus on the group before he gave up and just shut them.

"Well keep filming anyway, jackass." He grumbled, stretching his arm back to flip everyone the finger. Classy, as always.

The doctor had been talking to Tremaine this entire time, clearly trying to get a feel for what had happened, and as soon as you heard the words 'girlfriend' and 'punch' in the same sentence, you watched the doctor's eyes shoot in your direction with a hint of suspicion. Great. They were probably gonna think you really were a boyfriend beater.

"Okay. It's a Grade 3 concussion, and he's going to need to be drugged up, so you're going to be here for a while." The doctor looked between you all, skepticism clear as day on his face. "Johnny, can you tell me what got you in here?"

"I was beat mercilessly by my girlfriend." Johnny said immediately. You sighed, because that was probably not going to help your case, regardless of the fact that he was clutching onto your side like his last breath depended on it. The doctor looked at you questioningly, and you ran a hand over your face.

"We do stunts for Jackass on MTV. We did a boxing match and he...lost." You explained, hoping that the camera Lance was sporting in the corner of the room would be enough to back your story.

"Mr. Clapp? Is that true?" Was he fucking kidding? Sure, ask Scrambled Brains and see if he gives a straight answer. It took a second before Johnny even noticed that he was the one being questioned, and his eyes opened back up.

"Huh?" Once the question was repeated to him, his eyes closed again. "I don't fucking know, man."

That was clearly not the right answer, because suddenly everyone but Jeff and Lance (after a bit of arguing from Jeff to let him stay so that they could keep filming) was forced out of the room so that you could be questioned. So nurses hooked Johnny up to an IV and got him situated in the bed as you tried to convince this stupid ass doctor that you hadn't gone full 1980's on him.

"We can literally bring in the footage to show you that he completely consented to the fight and was throwing punches back." You argued, leaving out the fact that all of his punches were body shots. You didn't need a full body search on top of everything else.

"I don't want to see any footage. We are just going through all of the precautions to make sure that Mr. Clapp is safe." The doctor explained it like he was talking to a small child. Johnny's safety wasn't the one he was going to be worried about in a second if he kept patronizing you.

"Then fucking assess him instead of assessing me!" You immediately regretted raising your voice, because now it was on footage that you yelled at a doctor, but whatever. It got him to walk away from you and instead go towards Johnny, so you could call it a success.

Eventually, after Johnny was assessed, medicated, and situated, along with the promise that you really hadn't beat him up without probable cause, everyone was allowed to filter back in, and suddenly Johnny was fully animated again.

"Tenth concussion! We should be throwing a party!" He had let go of your shirt by this point, and clapped his hands together as he spoke. "Y/n, honey, you get honorary mentions for helping us reach our goal."

"Not a competition, but thank you." You said dryly from where you were sitting in one of the chairs right next to his bed. You were tired, and were hoping that everyone would get tired and leave, but of course they had to have a whole debacle first. "Hey, don't forget Bam. He got you pretty good a couple times, too."

"Bam's not here. And no one cares about him." Wee-man scoffed, handing over the bag of tiny little confetti poppers that Johnny insisted on keeping on hand for his tenth concussion. "Celebration time!"

"Hell yeah! Congratulations, man. We all knew you could do it." Steve-O said as he took a handful of the poppers and passed them around the room. "One extra popper for Y/n/n because we all knew she was going to get anal."

"And not in the way she likes." Johnny said it just as he popped the tiny popper right into your ear, giggling like an idiot the entire time. So you took the pile of confetti that had landed in your hair and lap and shoved it right into his open mouth.

"More in the way that you like, and it's never happening again." You scoffed, snickering as he coughed and Steve-O let out a grossed-out groan. Two for one. "It is so late, guys. Why are you all still here?"

"Because this shit is hilarious." Pontius motioned in Johnny's general direction where the man was spitting out confetti onto his blanket. "And, of course, I wanted to make sure that my love survived."

"I'm shedding tears!" Johnny said dramatically, hand over his heart as he peeled the last strip of confetti away from his mouth. "At least someone loves me."

"At least." You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his arm away when he made a grab for you because you knew that the camera was trained directly at you. You didn't want the camera to catch him yanking your hair or pulling you in for what was undoubtedly going to be a sloppy kiss, whichever he decided on. "Hands to yourself, moron."

Soon the doctor came back in to check on Johnny, and when he saw that everyone was still piled inside of the room, he sighed.

"I know it's probably nice to have all of this support, but if you overexert yourself too much, you're not going to feel great, Mr. Clapp." It was the doctor's way of subtly excusing everyone. Except for lucky old you, who was going to have to sit with his highness for the rest of the night.

"Alright, alright. Get out, you fuckin' voyeurs." Johnny waved everyone off, his grin unwavering in light of the situation. "Mrs. Knoxville will be taking great care of me while you're gone."

"Ms. Y/l/n. And no I won't." You muttered, shaking your head mostly to yourself and sinking even further down in your chair. Johnny pouted.

“You could be Mrs. Knoxville—“

"Alright. Have fun with...that." Jeff motioned to Johnny with a hint of sympathy on his face before everyone was calling their goodbyes and filtering out after the doctor. Which left you alone with the man himself.

"How you feelin', baby?" You asked as soon as the room was empty and silent, finally reaching out and letting him take your hand. You knew that once his concussion had cleared and he was back in the right mindset he would be pissed if he found out he'd been wallowing all over you on camera, so you had staved it off until there was no one left with the two of you.

"Like I got punched in the head by an MMA fighter." He muttered, playing with one of the rings on your hand as he rested his on top of yours. Point to your ego taken.

"Poor thing." You cooed, scooting your chair a little closer so that it was pressed right up against the bed and he was in your direct reach. "You think you're going to make it through the night?"

"No." He said immediately after you had finished asking the question, his hand gripping yours tightly. "I think I'm gonna need some of that tender lovin' care, sweetheart."

"Next time, I'm gonna hit hard enough to make it permanent." You muttered, mostly to yourself as he yanked gently on your arm in an attempt to coerce you into the cramped hospital bed beside him. He winced, still pulling you regardless of your threat.

"I think I have the meanest girlfriend in the history of the planet. I'm deathly injured, which is her fault, by the way, and she's been yelling at me all night." He feigned offense, like he couldn't handle your attitude, even as you crawled into his bed next to him and his head fell to your shoulder once you had settled in.

"I've seen you hurt more times than I can remember. The shock value has worn off." You brushed him off, but what you didn't tell him was that there was a pit of anxiety burning its way through your stomach as you spoke because you were totally lying. You were just as concerned for his well-being as you had been every single other time, and you wanted to cradle him and keep him close to you just as bad as you had every other time you’d been smushed up in a hospital bed together.

"Jesus, Y/n. You're fucking strong." Johnny muttered as he rubbed his head, clearly still feeling the after effects of your KO-inducing blow to the corner of his jaw. The problem was that yes, he had been knocked out, but the real kicker was that he'd gone down onto the wood floor directly on the back of his head, which was where most of the trouble had come from.

"Thank you, honey." You teased, replacing his hand with yours and gingerly running your fingers through his hair. His sunglasses had been abandoned at some point, so you could clearly see the disgruntled look in his eyes. "You know, you're my first ever knock-out."

"Thanks. I'm well aware." He said absentmindedly, and if his lips hadn't curled into that signature grin, you would've missed the fact that he'd just insinuated that you were calling him hot. "April’s gonna be pissed I got blood on her floor.”

“She won’t care, baby. She said as long as we were having fun we could do whatever we wanted.” You reassured him. You’d apologized profusely for your friends when Chris had put his head through the guest room wall, but April had just smiled and laughed it off. You guessed that having Bam as a son could really lower someone’s standards.

“I'm sure you're having fun now." Johnny hummed in amusement, one hand holding yours from where his arm was wrapped around your waist and the other on your leg. You chuckled.

"Well, think of this as quality time on vacation. No friends, no work, no noise. Just a tiny concussion." You said optimistically, reasoning that you would be awake right now anyway if you had still been at Bam’s house. "All the sleep you could ask for with no one blaring music into your room at 5 am."

"Ooh, you're gonna make me get all hot and bothered." Johnny sighed contently, shifting a little so he was as close to you as he could possibly manage. You decided to just accept your position and the lack of air you were receiving in the process in favor of holding his head gingerly against you and playing with soft strands of his hair that weren’t held by gel.

Even though Johnny was out within five minutes of your last spoken words, you stayed up, making sure to check on him periodically and adjusting every time he adjusted so that his head was comfortably supported the entire night.

He may have been a jackass, but he was your jackass, and you would never give up the opportunity to have a sleeping Knoxville half-on-top of you, injured or not.

Although the ridiculously loud snoring certainly didn’t help his case.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville fic #johnny knoxville x reader #bam margera #steve o #wee man #preston lacy #chris pontius #jeff tremaine #jackass imagine #jackass mtv #jackass movie #jackass

[mysecretdsmpblog]

Reading qphil's arc as DID makes his conversation with Tallulah so much more emotional to me.

(Rose) She used to protect us but now she can't . We can't talk about him (Ender). Talking about it causes more problems, it's going to make people ask more questions. We can't go telling people these secrets.

like, this is a conversation that people with DID who have families who know about it have, or even just people with DID talking to their alters. you can't tell your friends and your neighbors and your doctors and people you know, it's not safe. it makes people ask questions, makes people question your safety and sanity and everything else.

"I'm doing this for us?" "Are you?"

This is a conversation that people with DID have with themselves a Iot. Is what we're doing actually to help each other, or just ourselves? Is it just to maintain an unhealthy and sometimes dangerous status quo? It applies similarly in a dynamic with a family, especially one so open and close as Phil's.

You can't be telling people, Tallulah. Its gonna cause problems, okay. They're going to want to ask more, I'm going to have to explain this now. It starts a web of lies.

Most people with DID live covertly. That is, you probably won't know they have it unless they tell you. They mask and they hide and they lie, frequently even from themselves. Many people don't know they have the disorder because they are so deeply hiding. Denial is a key symptom.

Phil, like Fit said in the stream, isn't a very good liar. This is true. But holy fuck is he good at avoiding, minimizing, denying, and dissociating from it all.

And, most importantly:

"I'm sorry for shouting at you... You broke our trust. We weren't supposed to tell anyone else."

People with DID often view themselves as a 'we,' on account of the multiple separate states of identity. The 'we' is Phil, Rose, and Ender.

#my projection-heavy fringe headcanon has legs help #this is not a complete list but rest assured i WILL right one. fuck #qsmp philza #qsmp #qsmp headcanons #qsmp rose #qsmp ender king

[letsgetrowdy43]

how did mark react to finding out y/n was pregnant since he had a crush on her?

Mark found out about the pregnancy a few weeks before the rest of the team. He had been scratched from a home game due to a major penalty he’d received the night before, so he and the girl sat in the student section of Yost near the opposing team’s net.

She offered him some of the popcorn in the bag in her hand as she watched him pout, “Stop being whiney, I miss happy Mark” She poked him in the cheeks, needing his bubbly personality to come back to life so she could actually enjoy watching the boys play. The small frown diminished as he felt her cup his face in her hands and squeeze his cheeks, “watch the game” He grabbed her hand and removed them from his face, trying to act like he was still upset as he pointed towards the game.

Cheers fill the room as Kent scored, the two of them got up and on their feet screaming, banging their hands against the glass as the boys all hugged Kent in front of their portion of the glass, before switching shifts.

As she went to sit down once again she felt a pain shoot across her abdomen, her hand finding Mark’s arm to steady herself as she looks at him in panic, “something is wrong” she said with fear in her voice as she looked around the room at the roaring crowd, trying to find the nearest exit. “What’s wrong?” “Do you have your car?” she grabbed her jacket and winced again, her hand still on his forearm as she lets out a short groan of pain. “It’s in the parking lot,” He helped her stand up straight, his hand finding the small of her back as he navigated them through the crowd and out into the entrance of Yost.

“Where do you need me to take you?” “The hospital,” she said, her chest tight with anxiety as she stopped in the doorway of the building to let a wave of pain wash over her again.

Mark sat wide-eyed as the doctor lifted her shirt to expose her growing bump, “and the pain is around this general area on both sides” the woman asked the girl nodded, tears in her eyes as the doctor pushed on her stomach.

“It looks to me like your fast jumping movement slightly tore one of the ligaments in your stomach that are helping to support your bump, nothing too detrimental and nothing harmful to your baby” The woman took off her latex gloves and fixed the young girls shirt to cover up her stomach, “just take it easy for a few weeks, lots of rest, and lots of ice”

“Are you the father?” She smiled at the boy who looked disassociated mixed with shock as his eyes stayed on the girls now very noticeable bump. “No, he’s not, just a good friend” she laughed and waved her hand in front of the boy’s face, “I hadn’t told him I was pregnant till we got to the waiting room” she laughed and tapped Mark's arm to make him look at the doctor.

“Well whatever you are to her, make sure she stays off her feet and especially no heavy lifting” She smiled as Mark slowly nodded his head followed by a panicked Philippe running into the room.

“What happened?” He asked as the door swung shut behind him, he walked over to the side of the hospital bed, her hand now in his grasp as he looked over at the doctor “Is the baby okay? Is she okay?” “You must be the father?” The doctor asked with a laugh as the two of them nodded, Mark’s jaw dropping as he watched the girl look over at him sitting in the chair next to her bed a slightly overwhelmed expression on her face as she looked back at the doctor who re-explained the prognosis to Phil.

Mark’s chest filled with jealousy as he watched the two of them argue about her no longer being allowed to games, to which she debated that it was a stupid idea and that she’d just be more careful. “Can I interrupt for a second?” Mark asked as he looked between the two, “so like you guys are having a baby? This is like a thing” His brows furrowed as he motioned between the two. Her face flushed and a laugh left her lips, “we are not a thing, just a happy accident” she said with an awkward smile, Mark looked over to Philippe whose lips formed a straight line as he nodded.

“Congrats?”

Mark returned to his dorm the night, the sickly feeling had not left him since he departed from the hospital. “Dude, why are you so tense?” Ethan furrowed his brows at the boy who sat aimlessly staring at his computer screen, “oh my god the doctor said she okay right, she’s not like fatally ill right?” The freshman sat up in his bed as Mark looked over at him. “She’s fine, I’m just a terrible person” he groaned and dramatically flopped back onto his mattress. Ethan smiled at Mark’s theatrics, “You can’t be that bad of a person” His voice sounded amused as he watched Mark shake his head

“I don’t even know how to put it into words,” Mark groaned and looked at Ethan who was still waiting for an explanation, “I have feelings for a pregnant woman” his mouth went dry at the confession as he ran his hand over his face. Ethan’s face dropped, “oh you're fucked”

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#mylittlestlovesau!! #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa fic #philippe lapointe #umich hockey

[mathanlin]

// medical neglect/malpractice

Foster/Hybrid AU where avian!Tommy’s discharged from the hospital — and right back into foster care.

He’s given countless treatment plans, meant to counteract the neglect he’d gone through. Plans the Watsons can help with.

But Tommy insists on healing alone.

The Watson are human. All of them.

Tommy’s ‘unique needs’ would be far too much for them — plus, his social worker & doctor had insisted. “He needs to learn to take care of himself.” 

(Not saying, “No one will ever like him enough to help.”)

It starts with his wings.

They look like shit, and according to the doctor, “only rigorous care could heal them” — at-home physical therapy, protective conditioner, gentle preening. Tommy’s ready to disregard all of it.

Until he notices how Phil winces every time he sees them.

“Mate, do you want me to—”

“No,” Tommy always interrupts. When he catches Phil looking over the hospital’s instructional packet. When he denies Phil’s hundredth offer of blankets for his nest (even if his instincts crave them, soft & familiar). 

When Phil offers to cook for him.

Yet another thing the hospital had forced — meal plans, designed for avians.

*Expensive* meal plans. Tailored to Tommy’s diet, to help him regain weight & heal. And the Watsons pay for all of it. 

The least Tommy can do is cook for himself.

No. Do *everything* himself. 

He’ll be easy for them. So that’s how his days go.

Wake far earlier than the Watsons, to cook breakfast before they’re up. Hide in his room. Preen his wings every evening, trying not to cry in pain.

To help them forget about him. 

And for a while, it works.

He deflects Phil’s offers to cook with a smile and a, “It’s kinda fun. And I need to learn eventually.” He pretends not to notice the twin’s computer, left open on a guide to preening & helping avians feel safe.

But it doesn’t work forever.

It’s a good morning, despite his aching wings & a night spent crying. 

Tommy hums as he cooks, only falling silent when Phil walks down the stairs. His eyes flick to Tommy — he’s going to smile softly like he always does, say good morning. 

Then his gaze drifts to Tommy’s wings.

He… winces. 

Tommy shifts nervously, tucking them further from view. *It’s fine. They just— they look ugly. But he’s not mad, he’s just—*

Phil sighs, sharp and low.

And walks away, jaw tight. 

Tommy goes dead still.

His food starts to burn. He doesn’t care. All he can do is tremble, shakily looking himself up and down in confusion.

He… looks awful. But not any worse than normal.

And apparently, that’s the problem. 

“He’s not improving.”

Phil’s voice is quiet from the living room. Tommy pauses halfway up the stairs, trembling.

Techno’s voice. “Wil and I have tried to help, just…”

“So have I.” Phil sighs. It cuts right through Tommy’s heart. “But he still looks like… *that.*”

Tommy can’t listen to anything more.

He stumbles to his nest, filled with crooked feathers & gifted blankets. And god, even if his wings ache & eyes burn with tears, at least it’s warm. Safe. 

At least he has them. 

He wakes to knocking. 

Then, talking, muffled from downstairs. Phil, voice quiet. “—concerned—what’s best for him—always on edge around us—”

And then a familiar voice. His social worker, loud and clear.

“The hospital could certainly take him back, if that’s what he needs.”

Tommy races downstairs.

And Phil—

Phil flinches again, the moment he sees him. 

And shudders when Tommy rasps, “I’m fine. I don’t— I don’t need to go back.”

Silence.

No one needs to speak, after all. All the evidence is pinned on Tommy’s body. Sickly, pale skin. Shaking hands. Thin frame.

Battered, ugly wings.

“Tommy…” Phil trails off, voice broken. “We can’t help you.”

*You can,* Tommy almost says. But the words don’t make it out.

Because they can’t. Even if they offered, even if they really, truly loved him, even if they were willing to waste their time…

He wouldn’t let them.

So he stays silent on the drive to the hospital.

And though Phil reassures him that, “It’s just until you’re better,” though Techno & Wil give him the warmest hugs he’s ever received…

Tommy knows. They’ll realize just how easy life is without him.

He’ll never go back home.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #sbi #sbi au #threadfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot

[fanboo]

You’re sick hc’s

Quackity

• “I think I’m sick- what’s that sound?”

• He immediately drives to the store to pick up any medicine he thinks you’ll be needing and food

• Treats you like you aren’t sick while still taking care of you

• “I wanna cuddleeee” “I don’t want to get sick” *three seconds of silence* “scoot over, you look cold.”

• cuddles

Wilbur

• Depending on how sick you are, he’ll cancel his plans to take care of you.

• Makes sure you’re hydrating and eating

• Sings you songs

• Blanket? Nonono. Wilbur

• Mom mode activated

• “Wil, I’m fine.” “You’re way too hot, get in bed.” “You think I’m hot?” “Y/N, bed.”

• Forehead kisses galore

Tommy

• He doesn’t actually know what to do at first, so he calls Phil, Wilbur, and his mom for advice

• Lets you stay at his house until you feel better

• It’s like being comforted by a little kid but also better

• Mf still streams

• But makes the streams shorter so you don’t think he’s ignoring you

• “HELLO CHAT! Y/N is sick so today we’ll just chat. Can’t get too loud cuz they’re sleeping”

• Honestly it’s just cute

Dream

• “We’re going to the doctor”

• Will not leave you alone

• Makes sure you get whatever you want as soon as you ask for it

• Has Sapnap run to the store to get you food and medicine

• You now live in his bedroom

• Minecraft and cuddles

Sapnap

• As soon as he sees you he knows you’re sick and sends you to bed

• That purple Balenziaga hoodie? It’s yours the entire time you’re sick

• Buys you so much junk food

• Also buys salad

• “Healthy food healthy body”

• You’re pretty sure he cuddles the sickness out of you

• So many comforting kisses

• Oh my god so much kiss

• Dream almost got throat punched once because he coughed in the same room as you right after you just got out of a sickness

George

• Bless his heart

• “Wtf do I do I don’t know how to take care of people”

• “Dream help”

• With Dream’s help he takes great care of you

• Because he’s just kinda a little stupid he managed to get sick with you

• Sick cuddles>>>>>

• “I lob yoo” “George how are you sicker than me” “Say it back!” “I love you too”

Karl

• Karl is on top of taking care of you

• He makes you soup for lunch every day

• Cuddles and forehead kisses

• “Just tell me whatever you need, Y/N”

• Blows all his friends off to take care of you until you feel better

• Gives you his comfiest outfits to wear

• Probably takes better care of you than anyone else ever will

Technoblade

• Very good brother

• Tells you stories

• Constant check ins

• Even if he’s streaming, he’ll walk away for a second to see if you need anything

• “Can you tell me a Greek myth?” “How about all of them?” “Wait no” “Too late.”

• 10/10 brother

Tubbo

• Prepare to be pampered

• He gets you so much fast food

• Sucks at cooking but manages to cook you soup a couple times

• Cuddles

• He’ll sing you silly nonexistent songs to distract you

• Sucks at caretaking in all honesty but he is doing his best here

• Got sick right after you so you had to take care of him

Ranboo

• He was visiting Tubbo when you called him

• Found a flight back home as soon as he heard the sickness in your voice

• Didn’t tell you they did this until the next day when they walked into your house with groceries and their bags

• So much cuddle

• Very forehead kiss

• Had the foresight to buy canned soup so they just had to microwave it for you

• Literally takes the best care they can of you

• Took you back to Tubbo’s with them to keep an eye on you and still hang out with Tubbo

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[doodling-doodle]

Hey

: )

Do the most angty angst you can muster

Oh Kings

is this a threat or a challenge to make you cry?

Well, ask and you shall receive.

(WARNINGS: Severe injury, coma, medical inaccuracies, amnesia, graphic death/murder, disassociation, breakdowns, mental health struggles)

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"Price! Come on, stay with me!" Kyle yelled as his eyes rolled back, his grip going lax.

"We need medivac, now!"

They had to wait almost thirty minutes for the evac, and both Kyle and Soap were covered in blood. The medics struggled to get Price stable while they flew back to base. It felt a lot longer. It was all just a blur now.

Soap was changing out of the blood soaked clothes, but Kyle was sitting in the hospital room with Price, hoping he would wake up from surgery. He was shot in the lung, lower abdomen, and shoulder.

The doctors said that it didn't look good.

He just felt... numb right now. Completely numb. Alex was on his way from a mission with Graves, who was probably freaking out right now.

He waited there for three hours, and Ghost, Soap, Laswell, Alex, Farah, and Graves all got there.

Graves was laying next to Price, curling up and holding onto him as if John would hold him back.

Laswell was on the other side of the bed, holding his hand while sobbing quietly.

Ghost was standing behind soap, who was just looking at him blankly.

Farah was sitting next to Alex, whispering something in Arabic while crying.

Alex was holding onto Kyle, tearing up while Kyle just leaned on him, still covered in blood, blankly staring into the distance.

No one spoke. They were just waiting for him to wake up...

Which he did.

"Johnny?!" Graves yelled when he felt him shift, sitting up, "Bear?!"

John held onto his arm, looking around the room, smiling at all of them, and Laswell let Kyle go in front of her to speak to him while Graves cuddled into John, resting his head on his chest.

"Dad...?" Kyle asked quietly, holding his arm.

John smiled up at him, but he shakily pointed to his clothes on the floor, to his jacket.

Kyle picked it up, "What is it?" He asked, looking back at John.

He tried to reach out to him, but...

His hand dropped, eyes rolled back, and the heartbeat monitor flatlined.

Phil, who was still laying on John's chest, head against his heart, screamed, and Ghost quickly pulled him away from John's body, and they all left the room as the nurses ran in.

Alex pulled Kyle to the waiting area, sitting him down while he clutched the jacket in his arms, face blank, while they heard Phil screaming and crying about how he needed to be with John, how he needed to go back, telling Ghost to let go of him.

They just sat there, and Kyle eventually started going through the jacket pockets, finding envelopes, all with names: Simon, Johnny, Kate, Philip, Alex, Farah, and Kyle.

He put the others down, and he opened his, seeing in big letters, "Do not open unless Johnathon Price is missing, dead, or dying."

He shakily opened it, still just feeling numb about it.

"Kyle Garrick,

I am so proud of you. More than you know. Ever since Piccadilly, I knew you were special. But that you needed someone to help you. And I hope that I've done that.

The day you called me 'dad' was one of the best days of my life. And I guarantee that Pops is the same, and the same for Mum. But I love you like my son. You will always be my son.

You brought so much light into my life. A bubbly, bright light of joy was brought into my life.

I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry that this happened. I know that it will not be easy. But know that I will always be here. Even if I'm dead, I will always be here for you.

You're the captain now. I know you are so young, but I trust you to keep the team going, and make it work.

Just stop Makarov for me. Stop him and Sheperd for me. And make sure that they will never come back.

I love you.

-Dad"

He felt a tear roll down his face, onto the letter, and Alex held his hand while he put his own letter away.

"You should know that he threatened me if I didn't take care of you." Alex said, which made him chuckle slightly, but he just looked at the ground, and he picked up the jacket again, feeling his dog tags in his pocket.

He heard someone walk up to them, and then the others, along with Phil's sobbing, and his arms around him.

"What's going on?" Farah asked.

"We stabilized him. however, we had to place him in a coma. We don't know when he'll wake up."

He couldn't hear it anymore. he tuned everything out, and the next thing he knew, he was back in front of John, Phil back cuddling with him...

He was going to get his revenge. He would make Price proud. He would do it. He may not be a proper captain, but he was now.

He looked at the dog tags in his hand, and he slipped the Tags off the chain, and took his own chain to slip them on, along with several other tags of dead friends.

He was getting revenge. Dad wanted him to get revenge.

He would do it by himself.

That night, he went out to the helipads, with only a suppressed shotgun, pistol, and knifes. The chopper had even more. It was Nikolai's, after all.

He was dressed in full black. Jeans, shirt, hat, gloves, mask and tac gear. He wouldn't likely be easy to see.

He got in the chopper, and sat in the pilots seat, sighing slightly. It was Nikolai's stealth bird. He knew how to fly it, but he was worried that he'd be caught.

But he doubted it.

He quickly got set up and got off the ground, flying to where the Konni base was. Where his Dad was shot.

It took a few hours, but he saw it. He saw very few lights on.

He didn't know how long it would take. But everyone there would die. And he would find Makarov.

He landed on a helipad by the water, and he walked the rest of the way to the base, where he could get in through the secret bunker door and kill off most of the people in it.

He snuck in, immediately seeing two guards at the door and shooting them both in the chest, where Dad was shot.

He stood as they fell, trying to reach for their radios as their lungs filled with blood quickly.

"Fuck off." He said quietly, finishing them off by slitting their throats.

He slowly moved out of the room, moving down the hall, going through another door to a security room. Perfect.

He pulled out the shotgun, closing the door before shooting all three people, making sure all of them were dead with a shot to the head.

He checked the cameras, seeing at least twenty in the halls and another security room across this level of the base.

"Alright, then." He said, picking up one of the rifles from a dead guard, and putting a suppressor on it.

He quickly turned off all the camera's before leaving the room, setting it on fire before closing the door.

He found someone alone in the hall, and he stabbed him in the back, where Price was shot from the front, then slitting his throat.

"Fuck you." He whispered as he moved on, going to a bigger area, where there were five. It hurt, but he had to make this one quick.

He took out the rifle, and quickly shot them all in the head, moving on and stepping over the bodies.

There were three more people in the next room, and he slit one's throat, and shot the other two in the head.

"Lights out."

He got to the security room, seeing for more people, and shot them all in the head before going to check the cameras. More on the other side of the hall.

He turned the camera's off, and he went over to shoot them all in the head.

"Never fuck with me." He said, going to the next level of the base.

There were three people in that room, and he shot all three in the neck with his pistol before stabbing them all in the chest.

"Sleep."

He moved to the next room, seeing another five people. He took his rifle, shooting all of them before they noticed him. He shot them all in the head again to make sure.

"Fuck. You."

There were ten in the briefing room. And he took a stun grenade from a dead body to toss it in the room to clear it out without anyone shooting back.

"Go to hell." He took all the intel in that room. "All of you."

He went to what looked like a common room, and he killed all ten in the room while they weren't even armed. They didn't have time to scream. He shot all of them in the head before leaving.

"Don't wake up."

He found the security room, and killed the one person in there before checking the cameras. One more. One more floor that was the least protected.

"Perfect."

He went to the upper level, and he killed the four that were in the first room. In the stomach, then the lungs, then the head.

"None of you deserve to live."

He moved on, seeing empty halls as he dragged blood through them. He felt most of the drops on his face drying, his mask and gloves soaking through to his skin.

There were three more in the briefing room there, and he took his shotgun to kill them all. Gone in seconds.

"Almost."

He went to the last security room, and killed two and kept the last alive. He tied him up, shooting him in the knee.

"Where's Makarov?" He asked calmly.

"Ah, back for revenge, eh? What happened to your little capt-"

He shot him again, hearing him scream. His face was blank.

"Where. Is. Makarov?"

"Why should I-"

Another shot to the other leg.

"Where. Is. Makarov?"

"You-"

Another shot.

"Tell. Me. Where. Makarov. Is."

"It- He's in his base in Moscow."

"Thank you." He took out a piece of paper and a pen, "Location. Now."

He wrote down the coordinates, which Kyle took and looked over before putting it in his pocket.

He slit his throat before walking out.

It was the dead of night when he got there...

It was sunset now.

it felt like no time had passed. But he had been there to kill everyone for at least thirteen hours.

But there were more.

And he was done.

He just went through the catwalks and balconies, and he just killed all of them. Blood. Nothing but blood and bodies were around.

He had stabbed so many of them, he didn't know if some was his blood or not.

He saw a Chopper in the distance.

But he stayed on the mission. He killed the rest, and he heard yelling in the distance.

Everyone looked the same. Faceless.

And he found another.

"Kyle, Stop!"

He barely turned at the voice, and he felt someone taking his guns from him, and he wrestled with them for it back.

"You all can just GO TO HELL-!"

"Kyle, it's me!"

He opened his eyes, and he saw the face of a terrified Alex taking his gun and holding his face.

He felt him wipe the blood away, holding him against his chest, rocking him gently.

"Kyle, its me... it's Alex, okay? I'm here, honey... I'm here."

He felt the numbness slightly melt into confusion, fully feeling the blood caked on his face and clothes.

"How did you find me?" He asked quietly, now registering another emotion for the first time in almost 48 hours. Sadness. Up until then, all he had been feeling was panic, anger, confusion, and complete numbess.

"You have a tracker in your radio." Laswell said as she walked up, "we pinpointed it."

He was still pressed against Alex's chest, eyes filling with tears.

"You scared us all, brother." Farah said as she walked up, "why did you do this?"

"Dad wanted me to stop Makarov."

"Kyle-"

"I have his location. I'll put together a briefing and we'll all go this time but I am killing Makarov alone."

"You can't make that call." Laswell said.

"I am the captain now. Dad made me the captain. I am in charge. Whether you like it or not. I am making sure we stop them..."

He didn't know how he kept his voice from wavering, still being rocked back and forth by Alex.

Laswell sighed, looking away and shaking her head, "Fine." She said, "Get back to the heli, Nik is taking the other one back."

Alex held onto him as they walked to the chopper, seeing that he was fully numb, eyes glazed over, and face blank.

He gently rocked Kyle as they flew back to base, hoping to keep him calm, to get him out of his daze.

Once they got back, Phil jumped towards Kyle holding him tight.

"You scared me to death! Kyle, why would you do this?!"

"Dad wanted me to get revenge..."

"You should've gotten someone to go with you, you could've died! I can't lose you and John, Kyle...! I can't..."

he didn't respond. The next thing he knew, he was back in his and Alex's room, and Alex was getting the blood off of him.

He didn't know what to do now. It finally clicked that he was probably going to lose his dad. He might lose his Pops with it, and his mother...

It was Makarov's fault.

It was his fault...

It wasn't him, he didn't pull the trigger...

But what if he got there faster? What if he took the bullet instead?

Maybe that would've been a better outcome...

"It's been a long time, Kyle." Alex said, kneeling in front of him, unlacing his boots and gently pulling them off, "have you eaten? Or slept?"

He shook his head.

Alex nodded, getting him changed into something more comfortable, and kissing his forehead, "I'm going to go to the mess, get you something to eat. Then your going to get some sleep, okay?"

He nodded.

"Okay." Alex kissed him again, walking out to quickly go to the mess hall.

He wanted Dad.

He finally felt tears welling up, along with sobs, and he just broke down.

Everything had been boiling up for the past 30-something hours, and it all just came out at once...

He wailed. He wailed so hard and couldn't stop, holding his face in his hands.

Alex ran back in shortly after, and held his head against his shoulder, rocking him gently while he waited for Kyle to calm down.

"Let it all out. It's okay, darling." Alex whispered, also tearing up.

"Why?! This isn't fucking fair! It shouldn't have been him!" He wailed, clawing at Alex's back.

He calmed down after fifteen minutes, now just sobbing in Alex's shirt.

"He's strong, baby." Alex said, tears in his eyes, "He'll pull through."

He nodded, pulling back slightly and looking down while Alex grabbed the food and laid them down. The tears never stopped, but he calmed down a little, Alex gently bringing the food to his mouth, letting him eat at his own pace.

"Alright, sit up for a minute." Alex said, and Kyle nodded, sitting up as Alex grabbed the tea, giving it to him and letting him drink it slowly.

Kyle gave the empty mug back, and Alex set it on the side table before laying them down.

"Sleep, darling." Alex whispered, "We'll figure out what to do later."

One week later...

They had tracked down Makarov. Got to the safehouse. He wasn't alone this time.

It was a blur. He didn't remember much of this night. He would probably never remember it.

But he would remember seeing Makarov on the glass roof. He, Ghost, and Alex were up there, about to kill him and make it hurt.

And then there was... something. An explosion, probably.

He was knocked to the ground, looking around and trying to find the others.

He heard footsteps, and he looked up to see an injured Makarov, holding his side and holding out a pistol.

It only registered what was happening two seconds later, hearing him say something.

"Goodbye, Sergeant Garrick."

He heard Alex scream.

"NO!!"

He heard the gun go off, and Ghost trying to wrestle the gun out of Makarov's hands.

No.

This was his time. His turn.

He was killing him.

he quickly stood, punching Makarov and tackling him to the ground.

He grabbed... something. He didn't know what it really was at first, but his mind was on auto-pilot. It was cable.

He wrapped it around Makarov's neck, seeing him struggle but not able to fight too hard.

"Kyle, what are you doing?!" He heard Ghost yell.

He slammed Makarov against the glass. It cracked.

He did it again. It cracked more.

He did it again. It shattered.

They both fell through the roof, Kyle falling on a catwalk, groaning as he sat up.

He watched as Makarov swung from the cable, trying to reach his neck and untie himself.

He stopped moving.

He heard Alex over comms, yelling about how they were coming down.

He just...

He wasn't satisfied. Makarov didn't actually die by his hands. He died because of a cable.

It wasn't enough.

He stood, shooting the cable until it snapped, seeing him fall to the ground, and he went down to him, drawing his knife.

He just started gutting Makarov. He gutted him like a dead fucking fish, stabbed him in the throat, stabbed him in the head, gouged his eyes out, nearly snapped his spine, nearly snapped his leg off, and an arm.

He was breathing heavily. He looked at what he had done...

And he smiled.

He fucking smiled.

"This is what you deserve." He whispered, kneeling back down over his body.

He looked back over his work, and he took the dog tags that hung around his neck.

"This is my reward for my suffering. The end for you."

He stood, seeing a jug of gasoline, and he took it, dumping all of it on Makarov.

"Gori v adu, kusok der'ma." He said before throwing his lighter on Makarov's dead body.

He watched as it went up in flames, smiling softly.

"Kyle!"

He turned at Alex's voice, seeing them run up.

And then he felt all the emotions come back. Panic, sadness, fear...

Alex wrapped him up in his arms, quickly walking away and whispering to him, hearing Ghost say something into his radio, Laswell on the other side.

Next thing he knew, he was on a chopper, still holding the dog tags.

He must've passed out, because then he was in his and Alex's room, Alex taking his blood-soaked gear off, and taking the dog tags.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Alex said softly, pulling him off the bed.

He pulled him into a warm bath, and he saw blood immediately fill the water, Alex gently washing his hair off, saying something to him, though he didn't hear it.

"Kyle?"

He blinked, glancing over at Alex, who was washing his arm off.

"What happened?"

He looked down, eyes filling with tears, finally, as he spoke.

"I... I didn't like how he died..." He said, "I decided he needed to suffer more. I gutted him. Took the tags..."

Alex nodded, gently washing his face off, "he was already dead though, right?"

He nodded.

"Did you set him on fire?"

He nodded again.

"Was there anyone else there that you killed?"

He shook his head.

"Just Makarov?"

He nodded.

"Why did you take the Dog Tags?"

He looked down, feeling Alex start to dry him off.

"My trophy."

Alex nodded, draining the water and pulling him out to dry him off easier, "Then hang it. I'll get a frame."

He smiled softly, taking the robe Alex offered him, "I was just going to hang it with a knife."

"That works." Alex said, smiling softly and pulling him up, "Let's get you dressed and in bed."

"Can we see Dad first?"

Alex sighed quietly, but nodded, "Alright." He said, pulling Kyle with him gently to get him dressed.

They went to Price's hospital room, seeing Phil still asleep on the bed, clutching John's left hand, his engagement ring.

John had proposed a few months ago. They were happily planning their wedding, Phil had wanted it in July, by a beach...

Now this.

"Pops?"

He turned to look, and he smiled softly, gesturing for Kyle to come closer, and he did, Phil sitting up to hold him.

"Kyle... Bud, your strong, you know that, right?"

He nodded.

"You'll get through this." Phil said, "He'll wake up. Don't worry."

But he would. And He could hear the barely hidden fear in his voice.

"What about you, Alex?" Phil asked, looking up at him, "How are you holding up?"

"About as well as everyone else." He replied, sitting on the bed, holding Kyle's hand, seeing his own engagement ring. They wanted to get married on Christmas. John was supposed to walk Kyle down the aisle...

"I think it will work out." Phil said, "He'll wake up soon. We can get Shepherd. And it'll all be okay."

Kyle hoped so.

Three months later...

They had tracked down Shepherd. They could kill him easily.

John was still asleep. He had been transferred to a nearby care center, giving him better around-the-clock care, but they could still easily see him. Which Phil and Laswell did every day.

But none of them were doing much better. In fact, most of them had gotten worse.

Kyle lost that bubbly, bright light. Now, it was a dull shine at most, wearing darker clothes, following Ghost's method of not wanting to be seen, and wearing masks to cover the lower half of his face. They had barely seen his face since Price was placed in a coma. Alex and Phil saw it the most.

Kyle had officially been promoted to Lieutenant, allowing him to officially make decisions for the 141.

He had been allowed to use Price's office, which he didn't change at all, other than adding a heater and Makarov's dog tags.

Alex had been promoted with him, Soap and Ghost declined the promotions, because Ghost didn't want to risk Kyle being knocked back behind him.

And now they could get Shepherd. Graves sent in a few Shadows to get Shepherd in a transport, would knock him out, and then bring him to the base.

They were already on the way back with him after slipping his drink.

Phil was going to help him interrogate and kill him.

Kyle smiled as he saw the chopper land, the Shadows dragging Shepherd out to an interrogation.

"You ready?" Phil asked.

"Of course." He responded, going up next to Shepherd.

He woke him up, slamming his head on the table.

It was a blur from there, but, apparently, Phil got everything they needed out of Shepherd. Where he was, safehouse locations, intel...

Now they could kill him. And he wasn't making the mistake he did with Makarov.

"Step out, Commander." He said. He didn't want Shepherd to make Phil feel even more vulnerable by calling him "pops"

"Lieutenant, no-"

"You don't want to see what I am about to do."

Phil sighed, nodding and walking out. But he decided to watch through the window.

He took out his knife, stabbing Shepherd in the ribs, hearing a scream that turned to a wheeze when he stabbed higher, his lungs filling with his own blood.

He then stabbed his stomach, watching the blood pool on the floor. he stabbed him in the neck.

He watched as he writhed in pain. He watched as the blood stopped flowing out.

He was dead.

Kyle wiped the blood off his knife, walked out and saw Phil and a Shadow.

"Burn the body."

"Yes, sir." The Shadow replied, walking in the room to drag the body away in a bag.

He walked out, going to his room to wash all the blood off of himself. Alex was helping Laswell finalize mission reports, but, he knew that, if he was there, he'd be helping and telling him that he did the right thing.

He was either always crying or showing no emotion. Alex was begging him to talk to a therapist, or at least him. At this point, he was considering it.

He just... didn't know what to do. His dad was dying. He felt lost...

He sighed as he got out of the shower, dried off and got dressed. He texted Alex before leaving.

"I'm going to see Dad. Can you come once your done with Mum?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

He walked to the care center, went to Price's room, sat next to him, and took off his mask.

"Shepherd's gone, Dad." He said, "You can wake up now. Makarov and Shepherd are gone. I'm Lieutenant now... Please? Wake up?... Pops is still wearing his ring. I still want you to walk me down the aisle... Please?"

He just sat there.

Phil walked in after a while. He immediately laid on John's chest, snuggling close to him, wrapping his arm around himself.

Alex walked in after that, holding onto Kyle as he sat down, "Any progress?" He asked, and Phil shook his head.

"Shepherd's dead." Kyle mumbled.

"Good." Alex replied, nodding, "Now what?"

"We wait for what's next." Phil said.

One year later...

Things had been... okay... kind of.

Most of them had started therapy, Kyle and Phil were on Anti-depressants, heavier then Soap and Alex were taking.

Laswell had been on leave for a while.

Kyle and Alex were close to being promoted to Captians. It was surreal to them.

John was still asleep.

Phil was lost, he was still wearing his ring and he was still slowly planning the wedding for the day John woke up.

Kyle had asked Alex to postpone the wedding, which he agreed to. They still wanted John to walk him down the aisle. They would want for the day.

Soap was still struggling with himself, he watched as John was downed and could do nothing, he watched as he passed out and was with Ghost as he dragged Phil out of that hospital room, he had to help hold him down as he screamed at them To let him go back to John.

Ghost was... he would never admit it, but he was struggling so much. He would sometimes lay on John and sob. He would be in his office, crying while he held Soap. He was suffering just as much...

Missions had been slow. They hadn't had much trouble with Makarov anymore. Now that he was killed- and so brutally, for that matter- they were not hearing a single thing anymore.

Kyle had been in charge of whatever they were doing. He has only done something like this a few times before, and not as long. But Phil said he was doing amazing.

He was hoping John would wake up soon, though.

He had gotten him a Christmas gift last year. He left it in his room at the center to unwrap when he woke up. But he didn't.

He left a birthday present for him. He took the time to date it that time, and dated the Christmas present.

He left a Father's Day gift. He dated that one too.

It was already Christmas again.

At the end of the day, They all went to his room with gifts, spending a good few hours with him, all of them leaving the gifts, though Phil spent the night, smiling at John's heartbeat.

"The kids miss you, bear..." he whispered, "You need to wake up... Kyle really needs you... But he is doing great. But I don't think he wants to be a Captain yet..."

He curled up under the blankets, feeling John's warmth on his body.

"I love you, bear. I can't wait to get married to you."

Six months later...

They had found Valeria.

Kyle had been promoted to captain, and Alex was with him throughout it all. Was promoted with him.

and now, they were keeping Valeria in a cell before putting her in jail for her charges.

"Well, I guess a few years changes a lot of things, eh?" She asked once she heard Kyle's new rank.

"It's not relevant." He replied as he sat down.

"I've already given you my intel, pleaded guilty, and signed away all my rights." She said, leaning forward, "It's not like your here for any more intel. I gave you everything I have. So why not chat about it?"

"You first. Why did you plead guilty and sign everything away?"

She shrugged, leaning back, "I have nothing to lose. No family left. I have no one to love. So, why should I fight? You have my cartel in your hands, Alejandro and Rodolfo are probably making arrests as we speak. I have nothing."

He nodded, pretty shocked at the reasoning.

"So why are you captain now?"

He went numb. It was the first time he was numb in quite some time. He started to get better... but now he was talking about it.

"Captain Price is in a coma. He has been for nearly two years. I was promoted to his rank." Was all he said.

"Oh... That... holy shit..."

"You can stew over that in prison." He said, standing, "You're leaving tomorrow. You know your sentence."

He left, seeing her fidget with her handcuffs and looking down.

He wondered if she really cared. About anything.

He wondered if she noticed how his voice was deeper. How he dressed. She couldn't have missed the mask...

But he didn't care much about her, so why the fuck should he care?

He just went back to his room to sleep.

He woke up screaming from another nightmare, Alex holding onto him and whispering to him that it was okay.

It was not. It never would be.

He had therapy that day. It helped a little. His meds helped a little more. Family helped a little more.

Good. he didn't feel numb.

Alex decided they should go out that night for dinner. A fancy restaurant, one of Kyle's favorite.

It made him feel happy for the first time in a while.

Six months later...

It had been two years since John went into a coma.

Every time that any specific date that involved John came around, the base was quiet. Somber.

All of them had barely been on leave. Both Kyle and Phil had spent a week each in a mental hospital. Kyle had a breakdown after a particularly hard day, and a visiting Major yelling at him for some stupid mistake. He said that it was his fault that John was in a coma.

Phil was with John, laying on him as he flatlined again. He ended up having a breakdown of his own from that.

Kyle screamed and cried in his room, throwing things around and breaking a few picture frames. He gave Alex a few bruises and cuts in the blind rage. Medics came to sedate Kyle and treat Alex's wounds. After an emergency therapy appointment and a Psych eval, Kyle was placed on psychiatric leave for a week in a mental hospital, barely managing to pass the follow-up and allowed back in the field.

Phil was fighting with a few nurses, then with Ghost to stop him from going back in the room.

John was revived. Still asleep.

Phil was crying and yelling, and he passed out. He was moved to the med bay on base before the mental hospital.

He spent the week there and was put on desk duty, not allowed to see John for two weeks. It helped and hurt. Because he was very dependent on seeing John to function.

Kyle was picked up by Alex, and he was crying nonstop, trying to apologize but the words were hard to form. Alex still had plasters and stitches. He just held onto Kyle while he sobbed, still saying "I'm sorry" over and over.

Alex was, admittedly, a little angry when it happened. more at the circumstances than Kyle, but, it was the reaction more than anything. He was scared. He had cleaned the room and replaced the picture frames, making sure Kyle came home to a clean room. He just sobbed more at that. It really made him realize what he did. But they talked about it, very calmly, and Alex promised that he'd help him find better ways to cope.

Ghost picked Phil up from the hospital, not really reacting when he apologized at least twenty times. He had already written an apology to the care center, which is when he found out we wouldn't be able to see John for a while. But Ghost just dropped him off at the base before driving off. He texted him so many times, begging for a response. Ghost only responded with a few things, but he did say that he didn't blame him. He was stuck doing a bunch of paperwork, though Kyle, Alex, and Laswell came to see him came to see him the most. Soap and Ghost came by some.

They both were doing a little better now. Kyle had been finding ways to calm down. Phil had been trying to not be as reliant on seeing John.

Kyle went to a rage room every once in a while. Alex often went with him, and every time, they'd actually start giggling together and make a game out of hitting targets.

But John was still asleep. And nothing was okay yet. Not truly okay, anyway.

But at least it was better.

Even just a little.

One year later...

Phil sighed as he laid on John's chest, stroking his cheek softly.

It had officially been three years since John fell into a coma. None of them truly felt okay.

Kyle had been taking so many pictures of missions, the team, and everything that had been going on... for when he woke up.

He and Alex were still Captain's and working on mission briefings. They were helping Ale and Rodolfo with dealing with the leftovers of Las Almas Cartels.

Ghost and Soap were there, about to come back.

Laswell had been helping Kyle and Alex through all the planning.

"Bear... Could you wake up? Please?" He whispered, shifting to lay on him more how he used to, and putting John's hand on his head...

He felt his hand grip his hair.

His eyes shot open, "John?!" He yelled, shifting to sit up and gently touching John's face.

His eyes fluttered open with a groan, and he said in a raspy voice, "Cr-Cricket?"

"Bear... Bear, it's me... Don't worry about talking right now... I'm getting the nurse." He jumped up, running out to the hall.

He texted Kyle, Laswell, and Ghost as he ran back in the room.

...

Kyle sighed as he finished up the stack of paperwork. Alex gently touched his shoulder as he stacked them back up, "Well, we got it done. What now?"

"I don't know..." Kyle said, hearing his phone go off, and he picked it up-

"He's awake."

Was the text from Phil.

"Kyle?" Alex asked, looking at the text and also freezing.

They both sat there for at least three minutes before Kyle stood, getting his stack of photos, and Alex went with him out of the room.

They ran to the care center, and Kyle sighed as he got to the door to the room.

"You go ahead, Kyle." Alex said, smiling, "I'll come in after you."

Kyle nodded, taking his mask off and knocking on the door.

"Come in." Phil said, and he slowly opened the door.

"Hey..." He said softly, smiling when he saw his dad sitting up in bed for the first time in three years, nurses around the bed while Phil laid on him.

John looked a little confused, choking out, "Who are you?"

No.

No.

This wasn't happening.

This was a joke.

"It... It's me, Dad..." He said, "It's Kyle..."

"I never had kids."

Phil looked up at him, seeing the look in his eyes.

He watched as two years of progress in therapy was undone in seconds.

Kyle looked down, "I apologize, sir." He said quietly, gently placing the stack of pictures on the bed.

He looked back up at him, straightening up, glancing at Phil, who looked so worried.

"Goodbye."

A simple word he said a lot.

But it would be the last time he said it to him.

He walked out, softly closing the door, seeing Alex looking confused.

"Dad doesn't remember me."

Alex was shocked, but nodded softly, taking his hand, "Let's go." He said, "Let's talk about what to do."

They silently walked back to the base, and Alex sat Kyle down, getting him tea and snacks, holding him gently.

"So. What do we do?" Kyle asked.

Alex sighed, kneeling in front of him to hold his hands.

"As much as this hurts to say... It's the best idea, for your sake... to leave."

It didn't shock him. He knew as soon as he heard his Dad ask who he was, he knew he wouldn't be able to stay. This was the end.

The end of Captain Gaz Garrick of the 141. The end of Captain Alex Keller of the 141.

They had to leave.

He called his Pops from his room, Alex holding onto him.

"Kyle, are you okay?" He asked, clearly very worried.

"I'm fine... Alex and I are packing, we're going to transfer."

There was a long pause...

"Okay. But, please... Don't let us lose you completely."

"You won't. I'll still be in touch."

"Good... I'll help with the paperwork, we promote Ghost and let you go."

"Thank you."

They got their room packed in two days. The paperwork was done for Ghost to be in charge. He was now Captain Reily, and Soap was Lieutenant Mactavish.

They were at the helipad, Kyle wearing his mask as they said their goodbyes. Phil was sobbing in Ghost's arms as they left. He hoped he'd see his boy again soon...

Once they got to their new base, they were allowed to make their own new team. Thankfully, an old friend of Kyle's was also there, and they got her on their Task Force... Unofficially, for now, until they could actually make the Task Force.

They had to fill out paperwork for new dog tags and officially transferred to a new team. Names and callsigns.

Alexander "Alex" Keller.

Kyle "Specter" Garrick.

He couldn't be... "Gaz" anymore. He lost that long ago. Now, it would just remind him of what he couldn't have.

They decided to stop postponing the wedding. Kyle decided, really, and Alex agreed.

"It's not like Dad could walk me down the aisle now anyway. Pops can if he wants to. I just want us to get married now..."

Phil was happy to do it.

They finally were able to get married on Christmas that year. The 141 came... Price wasn't there. Kyle almost didn't care.

They were so happy... Kyle was genuinely smiling for the first time in a while. It was so perfect. Beautiful.

Kyle had to sign new paperwork now that his last name changed...

Kyle "Specter" Keller.

It felt much better. It further detached him from Price.

He would always call him Dad, he would always love him. But he would never want to see him again. Not willingly.

He felt like he lost three years of his life. He did everything for him... It wasn't John's fault. He knew it wasn't. But it still hurt. So much.

But this was life now. It wasn't what they wanted, but it was what they got stuck with.

The years went by rather quickly. The more Kyle blocked out the feelings about Price, the more he seemingly got better. But he wasn't. Therapy was fine, sometimes it helped.

He wanted to detach himself from him. But he wanted him in his life. He put up all the pictures he had of them together in his and Alex's house. He put a few in his office...

Alex was trying to help, but he was struggling just as much. he didn't want to leave the 141, but he knew it was the only thing they could do at that point.

Farah would still come to visit from Urzikstan. She'd try and help them, get them in town, out on a walk, or to a restaurant... Anything to get their minds off of work and Price... He remembered her. Not everything about her, but he remembered her.

They didn't hear much after they left. Not that they wanted to know, Price probably wasn't making great progress. Phil said that he was getting a few memories back. Not about them.

And by that time, it had been two years.

It had been five years since he lost his Dad.

And he doubted that he was going to get him back.

Ever.

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #john price #phillip graves #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kate laswell #farah karim #vladimir makarov #general shepherd #valeria garza #shadow company #gazalex #alexgaz #price x graves #ghoap #I have an idea for a sequel if anyone is interested

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: OUR BALLS ARE ON FIRE - Dan and Phil Play: Golf With Friends #8

- The heating is still broken?! Either they recorded this a while ago or they are literally just suffering and I feel and I feel bad for them.

- Dan saying bestie is everything I ever needed somehow.

- We're less than 4 minutes in and so many innuendos already, this game lends itself to it so much and now that Phil also makes them we have twice as many.

- PHILS GIGGLE AT THE HOLE IN ONE, literally who allowed him to be this cute.

- I fear this might be my new favourite video like I am losing my mind at every single sentence they are saying. I always loved Golf with Friends, then they started playing it and now they are playing it after coming out, everything I ever needed truly.

- Phil swearing still gets me, even tho I feel like I should get used to it but the Fuck just caught me off guard.

- Why does Dan keep "Brother"-ing Phil, is that his newest word he's obsessed with because it seems like it.

- Glad to know they have been keeping up with Doctor Who, guess @danrifics has nothing to worry about with uploads during the episode.

- Dan: "Are you alright?" Phil: "No!" Dan's genuine concern in his voice knocked the air out of me

- They got me giggling like a silly little school girl kicking my feet honestly.

- Somehow rooting for Phil what is happening, I usually don't take sides or root for Dan but I really found myself rooting for Phil this time around.

- Also I desperately need to know where in Portugal they were, because the city I vacationed in this summer had a mini golf course...... I have been wondering this ever since the first Portugal pic.

- Phil's little punchy thing that he does when he gets excited >>>

- "Get pegged" with the most DEAD STRAIGHT face ever help me

- THE HAND TOUCH I AM LITERALLY GOING TO DIE

- The demon references, I feel too seen because of the way we say we're going to be demon phannies when saying certain things, what does he know?!

Best time, can't wait for tomorrow!

#dan and phil #danandphilgames #amazingphil #daniel howell #gaymingmas #phan #sam reacts #OUR BALLS ARE ON FIRE - Dan and Phil Play: Golf With Friends

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 6: The DIstraction

Chapter 5 is here

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Warnings: Horny reader, manipulative reader like they actively try to seduce, mentions of fingering reader, mentions of voyeurism, creepy vibe reader like they are obsessed with Spencer Reid.

P.OV: Y/N

Walking to the group outside I didn’t understand how I should behave. These people are profiler’s. The abrupt actions of before could be justified as first time jitters but now, thirty minutes into the party I couldn’t walk away anymore. I had to face my fear, or rather face my crush.

“Here’s a cocktail made for you by a gentleman whose name I learned is Matt Simmons,” I said as I handed Lisa her drink by coming up in front of her on the couch. Across from me sat Phil and Penelope, the couch against the wall had Luke and Lisa, while Spencer sat on the couch opposite of Luke and Lisa.

“Ohh that's a nice sunset colour,” Lisa said excitedly at the orange and yellow hues of the drink.

“Reminds me of the sunsets I saw as a Lonely ranger,” Luke said with a dramatic seldom look on his face as he looked into the distance.

Penelope just stared at him with a Youre fucking crazy Newbie look, whilst Phil and Reid just laughed at his expression. Lisa however was genuinely interested in what more Luke had to say.

Slowly sipping my Cuba Libre I loved the cold drink against my warm flushed cheeks. I listened to the group chatters between the pairs but soon realised it was conversation amongst themselves. I had only the one human that makes me into a stuttering, blabbering, mess to talk to. Taking a bigger sip of my drink I stood up slowly and sat closer to Spencer. This got his attention and he just looked up at me with a smile.

WHY DOES HE LOOK SO CUTE.

“I’m sorry about what I did before,” I apologised as I began seating.

“I have no idea why you’re apologising,” Spencer's words laced with confusion but his eyes held a warmth and concern that made me look deeper into them.

“You know, inside when I abruptly walked away saying I needed water and I most definitely zoned out, and I just didn’t want a rude behaviour like that to go by unapologetically.” I whispered out my words as my eyes left his and focused on my fingers that were playing with the rim of my half full glass.

“Hey I understand,” His comforting words whispered out his lips as his eyes raked my face, hoping to make eye contact. Giving him the opportunity to have my attention my face looked up with a smile.

“Meeting new people at times, especially friends, is a very anxious moment. You act different because you’re feeling different.” He concluded his words with a small smile on his lips.

Biting my lips a wider grin came on my face as I let a small chuckle pass my lips. Breaking eye contact for a moment I looked back at him.

“Thank you.” I simply said with my head sideways a bit and a genuine smile on my face.

I don't know how to explain it but his words had meaning to it that it's hard not to feel its effect on you. Our eyes still held each other's gaze as his face held a small comforting smile.

And now this is the part when he pulls you in for a kiss and says his stupid little girlfriend isn't his love but it's me and he was dating her to get over me.

I couldn’t help the stifled laughter that came out of my mouth. Covering my mouth with my hand I began to profusely apologise.

“I’m sorry I just remembered a memory from long ago,” I said, giggling at my thoughts and now at the memory.

“Is it a special one?” He asked a bit confused and a tad bit angry at me. Which I could understand. I began laughing like an idiot just at random.  

“You tell me,” I said, laughing a bit. Taking in a deep breathe I steadied my laughter and looked back at him.

“I was 14 years old, in 10th grade and my mom was pregnant. Because of her pregnancy she would get these cravings of certain indian food from specific stores. So this particular day she got a severe craving for Chicken Biryani from the Indian store not too far from us. My father, mother, and my cousin sister who was living with us that year, picked me up from school. Now because of homework, obligations in clubs and home made my sleep schedule become really messed up, so this day I remember being awake till 3am and waking up at 6am to catch the 7am bus. Anyways in my sleep deprived state at the restaurant I made the mistake of drinking soda and since I would skip lunch to talk with my friends I was starving. I became so deliriously giddy like I saw this fork with three spikes and I went crazy. I began - I- oh..” I stopped with the story as my stomach began hurting from remembering that fork and the familiar delirious laughing feeling came back.

“Oh my god I can't, I just can’t.” I said covering my mouth as I continued laughing with tears in my eyes.

“I'm sorry. It's just I remembered how much the fork looked like a trident and I was imagining someone replacing the trident with the fork and how ridiculous it would be,” I said sniffling and wiping tears as I felt myself calming down.

“You don’t have to apologise. By any chance were you diagnosed with iron deficiency?” He asked casually.

“The very next day in fact.” I stated, looking at him with amazement but also just to admire him.

He was speaking about how he concluded that, and I smiled and nodded and added comments but none that I could remember. At this moment I was studying him. His eyebrows would furrow as she would make eye contact when he is stating facts from memory. When his eyes evaded mine his eyebrows would become less furrowed but his forehead would be a bit scrunched as he continued citing facts from memory.

His eyes would hold a glee to them as he shared his knowledge as he purposely tried to keep a normal tone to his voice but the pace he talks is giving away his excitement. And when I would say I read that work from that article or met the scientist behind that article his eyes would widen in surprise. His mouth would form a smile and he would ask me if I liked the scientist, the work, and any question he didn't have an answer to.

I truly couldn't look away from him. He was just so perfect in my eyes. My breath mimicked his as my face couldn’t stop the smile, the laughter, the giggle that would come out of it due to his comments, jab, or him apologising for possibly offending me due to his strong words against a person's theory.

“Hey guys, it’s dinner time.” Jennifer came to announce as she held a bottle of water in her hand. 

I still sat on the couch letting the two other couples pass us slowly. Then I stood up and so did Spencer Reid.

“After you,” He said politely with a small smile. 

I knew I should see him as a friend and I shouldn't do anything that would make things weird between us but the emptied glass of Cuba Libre gave me liquor and sugar courage. As I was walking in front of him I made sure to talk a bit fast for enough distance for me to pull my stunt. Fortunately for me he turned back to grab his phone that fell from his pocket so I quickly had the opportunity to “twist” my ankle. Letting out a small “Oh fuck” before I “limped” to a stool close to me. I placed my “right” leg a bit high on the stool making sure to cover it in order to keep the scene as innocent as possible before my whorish display.

“Y/N are you okay?” Spencer asked as he planted his tall body behind me. Both of his hands unconsciously ghosting my hips.

“Yea- I think I just twisted it a bit. Let me check.” My wavering and “oh so in pain” voice said.

He didn’t say anything but as I began slowly removing the slit of my dress I revealed my thighs and my bare legs to hom. I could hear Spencer take a deep breath in and as I grabbed my thighs in an effort to “massage” away the “pain” he let it out at a wavering pace. My body bent forward a bit more to reach my ankle and as I was reaching for my ankles my upper turned back a bit to look at the sunken eyes of Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Why don’t you go ahead and sit? I’ll be in shortly.” I said with a small smile on my face. I let my fingers knead at my flesh, to leave small marks of my hand behind. I was shamelessly displaying how easily I can be marked and I knew he was shamefully enjoying it. 

“It’s okay, if something goes wrong it’ll be handy to have a doctor near by.” His joking words left his mouth breathlessly. Clearing his throat he came beside me and squatted in a position to get a closer look of my ankles.

“From here I don’t see any visible bruising or anything serious,” I stated my observation as I allowed him to inspect my legs.

“I agree,” He said as his eyes trailed my legs before making contact with mine, “Why don’t you try walking just to make sure.” He said with a firm close lipped smile.

“Good Idea Doctor Reid.” I teased back with a smile that he so dashingly reciprocated.

As I removed my right leg from the stool I planted weight on it. Looking at him I nodded as if to say it doesn’t hurt. Then I took a step with my left leg and sighed. Looking back at the Spencer who now was standing up, his hands in his pocket his eyes focused on what I am assuming is my leg but it could’ve been my back, my ass, my figure to be honest. Knowing I had his attention made my mind spin with confidence that boosted my ego. I felt like I could control his thoughts, his behaviour towards me.

“It’s not hurting,” I said with a sheepish smile to hide my own maleficent thoughts.

Stepping forward with my right leg with confidence, my eyes clouded with ego embarrassingly didn't see the elevated step in front of me. The front of my half of my feet were on the tile but the other half were in the air, in slow motion I felt myself beginning to fall back. My mouth took in a huge gasp of air to subdue the panic that fueled my widened eyes. My body felt cold in that second as I was falling backwards. But a familiar warmth surrounded me.

Spencer had planted half his body behind me. His left hand held on to my clothed left hip. Whilst, his right hands went around my waist and gripped my thighs. His hands held onto the flesh that was exposed. His hands were warm. They felt calloused but soft at the same time. His hands couldn't go around my thighs completely but they did cover half of it effortlessly making me conclude that this man behind me is feeding into my big hand kink. 

“Are you alright Doctor?” He whispered in my left ear, in a low and comforting voice. He placed his face right on my left shoulders as he crouched to come at level with my ears.

I knew I shouldn’t turn my face, I knew that if I did it could be awkward. But I couldn’t help myself. Slowly I turned myself a bit. My eyes lowered on purpose so I could study his face slowly to savour how handsome he is before I look into those deep coffee hued eyes. Those eyes that I stare into right now held so much care in them but their dilated pupil looked so feral. Like a pool of good sex that will make my hips bruised and my throat raspy from shouting out

“I- um- I think so.” I admitted as I let out a breathless giggle to show my surprise at this turnout and to the thought that was running in mind.

The very thoughts that made his hands on my naked thighs much more prominent. I could mentally picture where each one of his fingers are, how long they are, and how thick they are. 

Imagine his fingers, that are so damn close to my freshly shaven and now wet cunt, beginning to rub me through this dresses thin material. 

Imagine him rubbing my sweet swollen clit with his fingers, allowing the shivers of pleasure derived from that one spot travel up my spine. Making me whine, moan, and arch against his figure.

Imagine one of his long fingers sliding over a little bit more of fabric of the dress and a little bit of the fabric of my slutty panties before pushing in his long finger. Making me feel full.

Imagine, my back arched as his finger is curled and set in a pace to make me cum, the only mission they seem to know. 

Imagine staring into his eyes as his hands crept closer and closer to that one spot except….

I didn't have to imagine it was happening right now. And it wasn't creeping closer, it was slipping away. Clearing his throat Spencer removed his fingers from my thighs and hips.

“Excuse me, I have to go call my girlfriend, she said she will be joining us for dinner so I am just going to notify her.” He spoke without looking at me as he was facing down looking at his phone as he texted and walked away from me at the same time.

Damn. Did I take it too far?

Not knowing how to react to this I decided to just go to dinner. The commotion of utensils and people chatting were my guide to this villa of a house. At the table people sat down respective to the name cards that were placed on the huge oak table. A group of three waitering staff was apparently hired and would serve us our dinner. 

“Y/N over here,” Said the sweet voice of Penelope Garcia.

“Hi again,” I said as I took a sit between Penelope and Luke.

“Sorry I switched out our seats, you can have it back anytime you want though,” she said kindly.

“No it’s okay. It’ll give me a chance to judge this one.” I whispered to Penelope as I eyed Luke’s figure behind me.

“Wait so I’m being scrutinised?” Luke said in disbelief as he had heard what I was saying to Penelope.

“Clearly we need to work on respecting others' privacy.” I said with a fake tone of seriousness. 

“Agreed.” Penelope popped her head in and said.

“Second, that.” Added on Matt.

“Oh stay out of it.” Groaned poor Luke at everyone ganging up on him.

A small fit of laughter spread around the table. As everyone basked at the serenity and a sense of comfort in the air. A feeling that was perfect. A feeling that resembled a calm before the storm. Something deep in me clearly said that this sense of comfort is just a distraction from the true reality.

“Hey, where’s Spence?” Asked Jennifer who was seated next to her husband and Matt’s wife. She spoke as she gestured the two empty seats across from me directly.

“We’re right here,” He said as he walked in with a woman in his arms. 

“Hello Everyone.” A quiet but loud enough voice said.

“Maeve!” Exclaimed Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Krystall as they basically jumped out of their chairs to go greet the woman.

And there’s the storm.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY WHORES! I LOVE YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT AND FOR THE REBLOGGING! And yes in this Maeve doesn't die. We are pretending the bullet missed her because she like yanked her head back and was able to get away from the creepy killer. And to clarify this will not be, I repeat will not be a cheating trope, it's more complicated than that.

Next chapter is here

Taglist: @hopelessromantichopefulthinking @lovemesickly @liidiaaag @kodakmack @strangerintheblur @fairydresses @ohnojessica @ohnojessicaa @savi-0r because savi-02 doesnt exist

#Spencer reid x reader #spencer reid xreader #Dr. spencer reid x reader #Dr. spencer reid xreader #Spencer reid x y/n #Spencer reid x y/n smut #Spencer reid x female #Criminal Minds #Dr. spencer reid x reader smut #Spencer reid smut

[weirdw33b]

I have officially gone insane

Milgram X Marvel au (spoilers for something)

Listen and let me cook

Imagine that this is post Milgram and all the prisoners + Es is able to escape with their 'sins' wash clean, but they all carry a piece of Milgram with them with music based superpowers (Like Kotoko being able to summon wolves to help her with daily life or something) and there's still a very light trace, very light but still a trace of their 'sins' and Milgram

I should probably explain that Milgram is like a pocket dimension like how SEKAIs works in pjsk

However, the plans goes completely offrails because Jackalope is a bastard decides it'll be funny to throw them in a completely different universe, ie the MCU

So they just live in the MCU in America because that's where all the drama happen and Es changes their name to Eito Shizumi and literally all of the underaged characters gets adopted by Kazui because Dadzui is real, fight me

Anyways, since Shidou and Kazui are insane (like me but shush) decided to join SHIELD because it would be funny, also they have a bet on who will get discovered 1st

Anyways, Kazui joins SHIELD as an agent Phil Coulson style without dying (don't ask how, this is merely brainrot) under the code of Dove and Shidou is a doctor of some kind

Anyways, the 2 bond with other SHIELD agents, and both of them are considered pretty trustworthy because why would they be killers?

Nevertheless, Nick Fury somehow figures it out and kinda backmails them, but Jackalope somehow gains more and worst dirt on Nick to knock him down a couple of pegs because it's Jackalope, he's insane like that

Anyways, fast forward to the buildup to the battle of New York, these 2 had gotten pretty chummy with the Avengers, they just get along and are pretty trusted, something something battle of New York and all of the prisoners figure out their powers while Loki exposes 0507 to be killers, blah blah blah

And 0507 are like 'Oh wow' and the avengers + SHIELD are literally shocked and no one won the bet, the Milgramers are just like 'Damn, can Loki defeat Jackalope?'

Es summons Jackalope like the chicken burst animation in HSR and Loki's defeated

Rinse and repeat until the Thanos stuff, Thanos gets judged Milgram style and he gets excuted Dangangronpa style

The end!

#milgram #marvel #milgram x marvel #i have officially lost my mind #brainrot #i did not think this through #this was funnier in my head #0507 is cannon here #i'm deco*27 #source trust me #milgram x marvel ver 1

[wolfythewitch]

'Surgeon could be angst material' just reminded me of this historical doctor whose last words were recorded to be something like "Pulse not found" while checking his own vitals which lowkey fucks me up. But now I can see Phil getting incredibly hurt and while his friends try to help him, he hazily goes into autopilot medic mode, giving them advice on how to best treat him on the go.

:D

#wolfy tedtalks #anon #vampire au

[doctorofmagic]

May 2023 Solicitations: Doctor Strange confirmed appearances

FOOD, DELICIOUS FOOD!!

WARLOCK: REBIRTH #2 (OF 5)

RON MARZ (W) • RON LIM (A/C) • HIDDEN GEM VARIANT COVER BY GIL KANE STORMBREAKERS VARIANT COVER BY Lucas Werneck • VARIANT COVER BY PHIL NOTO Adam Warlock has been stripped of his Infinity Gem! But who is the new bearer calling herself Eve? As Adam falls into a coma, Gamora, Pip and Genis-Vell must seek the help of Doctor Strange! 32 PGS./Rated T+ …$3.99

CLOBBERIN' TIME #3 (OF 5)

STEVE SKROCE (W) • STEVE SKROCE (A/C) VARIANT COVER BY DAN PANOSIAN Ben Grimm travels to the Jersey Shore (and beyond) for a Grimm family reunion. Things get even more awkward when Doctor Strange shows up with information about the time-and-space-traveling thief who's been haranguing the THING. Don't miss part three of the greatest THING story ever told, as far as we know… 32 PGS./Rated T …$3.99

DOCTOR STRANGE #3

Jed MacKay and more! (W) • Pasqual Ferry and tokitokoro (A) Cover by ALEX ROSS • SPIDER-VERSE VARIANT COVER BY MAHMUD ASRAR STORMBREAKERS VARIANT COVER BY ELENA CASAGRANDE SISTER GRIMM AAPI HERITAGE MONTH VARIANT COVER BY INHYUK LEE VARIANT COVER BY RYAN STEGMAN • VIRGIN VARIANT COVER BY RYAN STEGMAN A DAY WITH DORMAMMU! Stephen Strange has no short supply of enemies, but none are more fearsome than DORMAMMU…master of the Dark Dimension! When a cult summons the Dreaded Lord to New York, Stephen has to risk everything in order to defeat his most dangerous foe! But is he truly up for the task? Plus, a backup story featuring Doctor Strange and Sister Grimm of the Runaways! 40 PGS./Rated T+ …$4.99

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Ngl, I wasn’t expecting Stephen to show up in an Adam Warlock issue BUT it’s not that ~strange~ since they date back to Infinity Gauntlet and Infinity Watch. I was just surprised, but in a good way!

The team-up with the Thing is also a classic from the Two-in-One old days, which is always nice to see as well!

And lastly... JED MACKAY, YOU YOU YOU YOU!!! *sobs* you're always giving me the best food, how can I ever repay you? 😭😭😭😭

Also Nico and Stephen finally!!! ONE MORE DAUGHTER TO THE LIST LESGOOOOOOO!!

Excellent month. Stephen back to his full force in comics ever since DODS and I couldn’t be happier!

#doctor strange #stephen strange #benjamin grimm #the thing #adam warlock #nico minoru #sister grimm #marvel comics #marvel solicitations

[kpchrs]

What do you think Caroline thinks of Nathan?

Ah, it's Anon again.

Tsk tsk tsk.

What, you mean Caroline Prescott: Sean Prescott's wife, Nathan's and Kristine's mum, the lady who only got mentioned thrice by OTHER PEOPLE in emails and a letter, the lady whose face and hair colour we don't even know?

HOW SHOULD I KNOW?

Okay, that's all, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk,

Kris

...Hehe, just joking. I'll work on what we have on canon. I have to over-overanalyse things tho.

So as I have said, what we know about Caroline is only mentioned in emails and a letter: Kristine's, Sean's, and Dr Jacobi's.

Kristine's email to Nathan:

"And yes, mother told me that you've been in trouble and father has been on your ass..."

It sounds like Kristine contacts Caroline regularly. Seeing that there is no complaint about Caroline in the rest of the email, I think she still has at least a decent relationship with Caroline. That means, she still has interests in her kids. Thank goodness. Since the rest of the email is about Sean and has no complaint about Caroline, I'm guessing it's Sean who is the "only" problem here.

We don't see the severity of Sean's abuse, but if that can make Kristine, a seemingly great older sister, run away; knowingly leaving an obviously beloved little brother alone in this kind of environment, I think we can imagine it.

Sean's email to Nathan:

"Nate, I know this has been a stressful week and your mother and I are here to talk if need be. Just make an appointment anytime. Your mother wants Doctor Bill to come out after his book tour but for now let's stick to your prescriptions."

I know he's a businessman, but an appointment? To your own kid? Okay, asshole. Does Caroline need to be booked in the appointment too? Is she also in the business? It sounds like Caroline is involved with Nathan's treatment at least. I don't really know what subtext to make out from the first part of the last sentence, if any. But, I guess, she at least can give opinions to Sean, normally. Maybe.

Dr Jacobi's letter to Sean:

"You have ignored my requests for a consultation with you and your wife so I have to assume you are no longer interested in my services. Regardless, I care about Nathan and I believe he needs serious help."

Dr Jacobi only talks to Sean here. He's like the top authority in the family, I get it, but it's like Sean is the only parent available. The doc seems very desperate because he believes it's dangerous to not help Nathan as soon as possible. If it were me, I would try to contact Caroline directly as well. Does he try? Is he able to? Does Caroline listen?

Dr Jacobi is Nathan's previous psychiatrist who "fires" him because of the lack of family cooperation. The doc wants to work on it seriously, he sees problems in Sean's parenting that are largely Nathan's stressor.

Since the doc is denied repetitively and so decided to terminate Nathan's therapy, I assume Sean searches for another psychiatrist who is not that "fussy" with Nathan's treatment. So maybe...this Dr Bill...is not a good psychiatrist. I mean, if he is really based on Dr Phil, that just confirms that he's a bad, unethical one.

Has Caroline ever taken THE INITIATIVE to TALK to Nathan directly? I don't know. Canon gives us nothing. And see this: in Kristine's email, it really sounds like lecturing Nathan was a regular thing she did when she was still at home. An older sibling lecturing a younger sibling is not rare. I did that too to my lil bro, my big bro did that too to us sometimes. But something tells me that the one who tells him to stand up to Sean is only Kristine, never Caroline. Just an intuition.

This is like searching for cookie crumbs on the floor but see this about Victoria talking about Nathan:

"Yes, he takes serious meds but that's not his fault. His family treats him like a total freak, just because he has little meltdowns."

Throughout the game, they establish that Sean is the menacing, terrifying, asshole figure. But Victoria interestingly generalises with "family" which means it can include Kristine too (but I refuse to believe so hehe), but most importantly it can also include Caroline as well. Using Victoria's words, Caroline might treat him like a "freak" because of his mental illness.

Btw, this is very obvious because duh, but what we know about Caroline is filtered from another person's point of view. Delving into her possible mind is hard. Kristine might hear a passive and neutral, "Nathan isn't doing what's expected of him and Sean isn't happy" from Caroline and Kristine with her already anti-Sean mind paraphrased it very strongly and made it sound like Caroline is more opinionated. I think various kinds of characterisation are possible here. But, in general, I can think of two?

The cold mum. Distant. Or at least not openly affectionate.

The "Team Sean Prescott" mum. "Your dad is right, Nathan", "your dad says that for your own good, Nathan", "you need to do as he said, Nathan", "it's just the way he is", "he did that not to hurt you, Nathan", etc.

Okay, she can be both.

Whatever characterisation in the list she has, if she lets Sean be his abusive self and does no intervention, that sounds like a bystander parent to me. Maybe she is a Sean-minded person and that's why she lets it be. Maybe she lets Sean be in charge of Nathan's education because "let me, Caroline, Nathan must learn about the Prescott legacy from me", so she is just a yes woman. Maybe she knows Sean's treatment is wrong, but she's afraid to oppose him for a reason. Dunno. Anything is possible.

Bystander parents confuse the kid, btw. It complicates their feelings on the trauma and the parent, because "I'm angry at my abusive dad but I'm also angry at my mum for never protecting me. But she never treats me like Dad did, am I allowed to get hurt because of her inaction?" The bystander effect hurts the abuse victim too, but I digress since we are on the topic of Caroline's thoughts on Nathan, not his thoughts on her.

TLDR; I think Caroline cares about Nathan and his well-being to some degree, despite the possibility of thinking that his mental illness is a burden on the family. There's no canon information of her communicating with him directly, because, well, canon gives us nothing. From the zero complaints Kristine has of her, she might not treat Nathan like Sean does, but she might enable Sean's treatment of him thus making her a bystander parent.

Well, in the end, this is just a theory, a game theory. Nathan never talks about his mum, so I really don't know what she's like. He is especially hung up on his dad, pushing him to search for validation from a father figure in the form of Jefferson.

Caroline is a blank slate. Any interpretation or effort to fill in the blanks fanfic authors do for her (dead, not biological mum, assumingly in a mental hospital, emotionally unavailable, neglectful, physically and verbally abusive, abused turned abuser, mentally ill, having Nathan as a mirror of herself thus can't face him at all, etc.), the possibility is endless, and I enjoy all I have read.

Okay, that's all from a Nathan-biased person.

Thank you for the ask,

Kris

#caroline prescott #nathan prescott #sean prescott #kristine prescott #kris got asks #life is strange

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary : You ask Phil a favor to help you escape Bluey and Bluey tries to convey his feelings to you

Warning : mentions of torture

Once you got out of the chamber, you knocked on the door of your manager's office and he invited you in.

"I need a new cardigan" he looked at you suspiciously as you said that

"Why? What did you do with the old one?" He asked you and you couldn't have told him that you used it to wipe Bluey's blood and then threw them away along with the rest of the garbage 

"Uhh I burned it while cooking today" 

He sighed as he got up and walked with you towards the staff supply room, then he gave you a new cardigan of your size, no further questions asked and you were thankful for it. You couldn't stop thinking about the conversation you had with Bruce and everything you heard about their plan to turn Bluey into a monster just like they themselves were. At the end of your shift Bruce had another conversation with you and you went home that day with a raging determination that you would get him out of there

...........

"Are you trying to die?" Phil asked you and you shook your head 

"Look I know it's a lot but I need your help Phil, please" your eyes teared up and he sighed in response, he really would do anything to help you out but he was afraid you'd lose your life by doing something like that 

"I'll buy it but will you be able to pay for the electricity bills? you know I'm living on savings, I haven't sold even one piece of my work since I got the disease and the news spread" 

Phil worked as an illustrator for food products and work has been hard lately because of his health and the taboo surrounding the disease 

"Just please help me, I'll sell my soul and pay every penny but just get it for me, I need to find a way to keep him here and then I'll drive him to Alaska once it's get colder, I'd do it now but Doctor Banner said he'd die in the heat while on the road" your voice had a pleading tone, there's nobody else you could have asked for help, Banner told you that he'd help you as much as he could but you didn't want to depend on him.

"You know I want to help you y/n, but you are taking a huge risk, is he worth the trouble?" 

Your eyes teared up as Phil asked you that 

"He's worth taking the risk, yes. For once in my life I'm feeling something, you know, I am..I am feeling him and he hears me, he understands me and when he touches me..when he touches me I feel alive, for once in my life I actually feel normal and I feel happy and I feeeel, which is something I haven't been able to do all my life, I could never feel and now it's like he was holding the tune for my heart strings all along and that's why I never felt connected to anyone and I just..I care about him Phil and I can't watch them hurt him anymore" 

Phil's eyes teared up so he walked over to you and gave you a brief hug before he stepped away

"Fine I'll find a 7 feet long deep freezer for you"

You smiled, squealed loudly and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, you have no idea how happy that makes me, I just have 6 days, five now actually, I have to get him out of there on Saturday, Doctor Banner will help me get him out of the facility, I just need you to drive us back here, can you please do that too?" You asked him and he nodded.

"Thank you, I love you" you stayed at Phil's apartment and made him a hearty dinner, then you went back to yours. Setting the alarm for four you laid down on the bed, you wanted to make steak for him again, he really enjoyed it last time. Bruce told you that they don't feed him, it was Rogers idea to see if he'd eat his own flesh if hunger gets out of control, but on the first night when they got him there Bruce gave him something to eat at night, then he sneakily allowed him to use the bathroom in the chamber so he could excrete.

That's why he seemed so hungry today because he didn't get to eat for a day since Bruce wasn't there last night. He functioned like a human being, looked like one except he was very tall and blue and his genetics were different, he had abilities like super healing, being able to survive such a low temperature. Maybe that's why they worshiped him like a god in that tribe. However, you still didn't know what he was, who he was and what other abilities he had.

When your alarm rang you got up eagerly, never have you been so eager to go to that place before. You played music on the cassette player and twirled around while you cooked, then you showered, got ready, put lipstick on and you took the first bus you got. You also kept a picture of you and Phil in your bag, you didn't want him to feel scared around him and you had to get him familiar with his face, you hoped that he trusted you enough to trust your friends. On the way you couldn't help but smile as you thought about Bluey. It was raining a little today, making it all the more romantic. 

When you reached the facility you grabbed your cart, hid the lunch box in there and made your way to the chamber, when the guards allowed you in, you saw his head peeking up. He placed his elbows on the edge like always and put his chin down on it. You walked towards him and placed your arms on your knees as you leaned down to his level

"Hi Bluey, good morning" you mumbled softly and he purred, he lifted his head up and then tilted it, he was looking at the red lips you had on today. 

"Do you like it?" You pointed towards your lips so he brought his hand up and rubbed your lower lip with his thumb, making you shiver and tingle all over, you closed your eyes as the sensation drove you crazy. He looked at his finger and some of the colour was smudged on his thumb, so he put it around his lips. That made you chuckle, he was adorable. 

You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his forehead, making him hum in satisfaction, but then he growled as you stepped away, he grabbed both of your hands and placed your right hand over his forehead again, right where you kissed

"You want one more kissy Bluey?" You asked him and he nodded 

So you leaned down and did it again then you wiped the lipstick mark off his skin. 

"I got steak again" you walked towards your cart, and took out the box you hid in there, when you turned around he was sitting on the edge with his back facing you so you sat down next to him, but turning the opposite way, you didn't want to fall down in the pit. 

You placed the lunch box on the space you had between you two and he turned his body towards you, truth to be told he didn't want to eat today, he just wanted you to touch him some more. It felt nice, and tingly for him, not just in his heart but other parts too. And he didn't understand much of what he was feeling but he knew he felt good when you touched him like that, he felt safe, and cared for, he felt desired. 

"Are you not hungry today Bluey?" he looked at you and then he picked up the steak in his hands and ate everything in three bites. You made a sandwich for yourself and an extra one for him so you enjoyed it with him

After eating, you got up to wash your hands, then you ran a napkin under water and walked towards him 

"Put your hand forward please" he jumped down the pit and stood on an ice block like he always does, he noticed the gesture you made with your hands and did the same thing, he gasped as you scrubbed his palm with the napkin and cleaned it properly. 

"There you go, all clean" he looked at his hands and then raised his hand forward, he asked you for the napkin so you gave him that. Then he jumped down the pit, you looked at the time it was 6 am so you decided to clean the chamber and you got it done in half an hour. Then you grabbed the picture you brought with you placing it inside the pocket of your cardigan and walked closer to the tank

"Blueey?" You called out to him and he came up then he gave you the napkin. A gift like always. It was all clean and you realised that he probably washed it under the water he had in the tank. 

"Thank you" he grabbed your hands again and pulled you closer so you sat down on the edge then he placed his head down on your lap and his arms wrapped around your waist, you took a deep breath, his nose was brushing against your core and it made you shiver. He purred as you trailed your fingers on his scalp, your eyes teared up as you looked at those thick chains they had around his arms and neck, they probably rubbed against his skin and must irritate him, you had to get him out of here anyhow. 

"Bluey?" You called out to him and he looked up 

"I will get you out of here okay?" You pointed towards the chains so he looked down and mewled

"They hurt you right?" 

He nodded and whimpered again, this time even louder

"I promise I'll take you back to Alaska, the place where you came from, back to your people" he tilted his head trying to process what you meant, he recognised the term Alaska, a faint memory. You pulled the picture out of the pocket of your cardigan and showed it to him. He looked at you in the picture and then at your face, then turned his attention back to the picture

"Hoooooooh" he breathed in sharply and got really excited, he pressed his finger on your chest, then on the picture to let you know that he recognised you in it. 

"That's awesome, I knew you'd recognise me Bluey, you are so smart" you ruffled his hair, then you watched him scrunch his eyebrows, and nose all at once as he looked at Phil. 

"That is my friend Phil, my landlord that I told you about, his name is Phil" you pointed towards him in the picture and joined your hands together like he did yesterday in front of Bruce to tell him that he knew you. 

"Friends, like me and you, Phil is a friend" you told him again and he hummed as he thought about something

He pointed towards you in the picture and then at Phil, then he joined his hands together 

"Yes friends, we are friends" you smiled and he placed the photo down on the edge, then he started shaking his head

"What? What Bluey? What is it" you asked him and he looked at you, his eyes were teary, 

"What is it hmmm?" You cooed softly and he pointed towards his heart, then at yours and he linked his fingers with yours. You could only think about how perfectly your hand adjusted in his when he held you,

"Friends, me and you, friends I promise" he shook his head and pointed towards his heart again and then at yours, then he tightened his grip around your fingers. That's when you understood what he was trying to say, 

"More than friends? Is that it?" He tilted his head, if he wasn't blue you'd probably see him blushing, he looked down as he got embarrassed, then he scooted closer and hid his face in your lap. Did he even understand what he was saying or doing? You didn't know but you didn't mind whatever he was trying to convey to you. You knew you'd love to be his friend. 

Or more if he'd want it.

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Y/n Coulson: The Story of an Agent’s Daughter

CHAPTER 2: Meeting Tony Stark 

Series Summary: Follow the Journey of one Y/N Coulson, daughter of a beloved S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, and how she meet and grew with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes

Word Count: 1.1 K

Warning: None

Masterlist; Series Masterlist

AN: IT'S BACK! I'm so sorry for the MIA. Life has been so hard. i hope you enjoy it. 

TAGLIST: @agent-nobody-knows​ @gengen64 @ali-lie​ @winter-soldier-vibes​ @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya​

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Dad opened the car door for me as we got in. The drive was silent for a bit, neither of us wanting to talk about what was going on. Dad never brought me along for work trips unless it is necessary. “So, are you going to tell me what happened? Or am I just going to be in the dark about this,” I asked dad and I looked over at him. He was quiet before speaking up.

“Remember how I told you about that God from Asgard? well, he has a brother named Loki. And Loki wanted something we have called the tesseract.”

“What does the tesseract do?” I asked him.  “We don't know, we were trying to figure it out but then Loki came through this portal and took it, along with the doctor in charge of the tesseract and… Clint Barton.” dad said as he took a hand of mine and squeezed it.

If I had an uncle it would be clint. We aren't close but when I would come to the office with dad from time to time clint and I would play pranks on other agents. He is very fun to be around. 

“So why are we going to Stark tower?” I said as I saw the building in front of us. Easily one of the largest buildings in the city and clearly Starks. I saw a red suit flying through the sky and had to hold in a chuckle. “We need his help to get the tesseract back,” he said as we pulled into the tower. There was an empty parking spot right near the front. We got out and made our way into the tower.

“Hello, Agent Coulson and guest, how may I assist you today?” JARVIS said as we walked in. 

“Alert Tony Stark that I’m here and I need to talk to him,” Dad said as we got into the elevator. “Right away sir,” JARVIS said as the elevator started to go up. I shake my hands fast as we make out way up. When I get super excited or nervous I shake my hands to help release some of the energy. I don't know if it actually works but I do it and it feels like it helps. Dad looked at me and saw me do it. “Excited or nervous?”

“Both, because it's Tony Stark and but also because it's Tony Stark,” I say with a chuckle. “Mr. Stark does not wish to speak to you sir, would you like to come back another time?” JARVIS said. “God dammit Tony,” my dad says and I see him get his phone out of his pocket as he hit Tony's contact. My dad brought the phone up to his ear. 

Stark, we need to talk.

You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark, please leave a message.

This is urgent

Then leave it urgently.

 as I continue to shake off my nerves, The elevator dings as the door opens. I see Mr. Stark talking to a lady. The two turn to look at us. “Security breach!” Tony says looking at my dad. “Mr. Stark,” my dad says to him.

“Phil! Come in,” the redhead says as she makes her way over to us. “And who might you be?” She said as she looked at me."I'm Y/n Coulson, I'm his daughter."  I said is I extended my hand out to her,”I'm Pepper Potts, nice to meet you.” she said as we shook hands. I wonder if she and Tony are in a relationship? "come on in, we're celebrating!"

“I didn't know you were bringing mini agent, agent,” Tony said as he gave me a fist bump. “But as Pepper said, we are celebrating so you cant say. Bye!” Tony said as he turned around quickly. Pepper stopped him and he turned back around. 

We need you to look this over. Soon as possible.

I don't like being handed things.

That's alright, `cause I love to be handed things. So, let's trade.

She passes her glass of champagne to Dad and takes the file from him, then takes her champagne glass back from Dad and passes the file over to Stark. “That was badass” i whispered, and I saw Pepper turn and wink at me. That woman is so cool, and hot.

Official consulting hours are between eight and five every other Thursday.

This isn't a consultation.

 Is this about The Avengers? Which I...I know nothing about.

“What's the Avengers?” I asked dad as he gave me a wink, which meant he would tell me later.

“The Avengers Initiative was scrapped, I thought. And I didn't even qualify.” Tony said as he started walking towards his high-tech desk. “Why wouldn't you qualify? You’re Tony freaking Stark!” I exclaimed. “That's what I said!” Tony replied. “But apparently I'm volatile, self-obsessed, don't play well with others.” 

“That makes sense,” I said back. “This isn't about personality profiles anymore.” my dad commented. “Whatever. Miss Potts, got a minute?” Tony waved his hand over and Pepper excused herself. I turn towards my dad. I have never seen him this anxious before. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze. He looked down at me “it's going to be okay Dad, everything's going to turn out fine. We’ll be safe.” As I said that, I saw Tony look at the file on his holographic screen. There were pictures of heroes, all of who I recognized. I saw the hulk, Thor, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America. My dad and I were his biggest fans. Dad even has these vintage trading cards that took us forever to collect. It would be awesome to meet him in person one day. 

Tony and Pepper were talking quietly before I saw her whisper something into his ear and his eyes went wide. Yep, they are definitely a couple. She kissed Tony before making her way over to us. “Well, he has homework to do. Any chance you are stopping by LaGuardia?” she said to my dad. 

“We can take you,” my dad responded before walking towards the elevator with Pepper. I quickly ran to tony before we had to go. I tapped his shoulder and he turned to look at me. “I know you probably don't want to do this, but my dad's really scared and I'm scared. We need Earth's mightiest heroes to protect us. Please consider it.” I said to him. “Y/N” my dad called as he was holding the elevator door open. I quickly gave him a fist bump before running back to the elevator. Pepper was talking to dad about this girl he was seeing for a while who moved to portland. I never met her, but I knew dad liked her. I turned to look back at Tony who gave me a wink before the elevator door closed.

#marvel #MCU #phil coulson x daughter!reader #tony stark daughter #tony stark x reader #tony stark x teen!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x teen!reader #steve rodgers x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x daughter #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #thor x teen!reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #Avengers #nick fury #loki x teen!reader #maria hil #sam wilson x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #wanda maximoff x teen!reader #dr strange x teen!reader #scott lang x teen!reader #peter parker x teen!reader #pietro x teen!reader

[ksascriptt]

Master list to be made, this is so people can send in requests and stuff :) and feel free to send in characters that aren’t on here, if I can’t write them I will definitely let you know! But this makes me very happy because I am starting to take my writing seriously (kinda) for the record tho, it might just be a bunch of jumbled up thoughts on these characters.

MDNI w this blog, this is for adults ^^ just for everyone’s safety lol

What I write - romance, fluff, angst, smut, friends, love tropes, drama, etc.

Who I write it for (or rather, fandoms)

TOP GUN + TGM

Bradley Bradshaw ‘Rooster’

Nick Bradshaw ‘Goose’

Beau Simpson ‘Cyclone’

Natasha Trace ‘Phoenix’

Robert Floyd ‘Bob’

Mickey Garcia ‘Fanboy’

Jake Seresin ‘Hangman’

Ron Kerner ‘Slider’

Tom Kazansky ‘Iceman’

Pete Mitchell ‘Maverick’

THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Abraham Ford

Maggie Greene-Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Rosita Espinosa

Paul Monroe-Rovia ‘Jesus’

Tara Chambler

Aaron

Siddiq

Carl Grimes

Enid

THE NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE

Not pictured as real people, just characters and nothing that passes their boundaries that I can help.

Carson Soucy - Seattle Kraken #28

Matty Beniers - Seattle Kraken #10

Jordan Eberle - Seattle Kraken #7

Jamie Oleksiak - Seattle Kraken #24

Yanni Gourde - Seattle Kraken #37

Philipp Grubauer - Seattle Kraken #31

Brandon Tanev - Seattle Kraken #13

John Hayden - Seattle Kraken #15

Jared McCann - Seattle Kraken #19

Oliver Bjorkstrand - Seattle Kraken #22

Mitch Marner - Toronto Maple Leafs #16

Jack Hughes - New Jersey Devis #86

Haydn Fleury - Tampa Bay Lighting #7

MARVEL

Tony Stark ‘Ironman’

Natasha Romanoff ‘Black Widow’

Thor Odinson

Any Peter Parker ‘Spider-Man’

Stephen Strange ‘Doctor Strange’

Clint Barton ‘Hawkeye’

Pietro Maximoff ‘Quicksilver’

T’Challa ‘Black Panther’

Logan Howlett ‘Wolverine’

ER

Doug Ross

Mark Greene

Luka Kovač

John Carter

Carole Hathaway

John Taglieri

VARIOUS

Alex Turner

Phil Dunphy

Henry Emily

Robert Phillip

Prince Edward

Bruce Wayne (Christian B.)

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Aiden Clark

Mike Banner

Andy Barber

Jacob Barber

Derek Shepherd

#top gun #top gun maverick #the walking dead #twdu #nhl #seattle kraken #marvel #mcu #ER #Arctic monkeys #modern family #enchanted #school bus graveyard #the last of us #defending jacob #the dark knight #fnaf