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#pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #team meanies #gengar #skuntank #once again not gonna bother tagging team skull. #anyways first pic is from like. august? but i came across it again today and was like. wait this is still good... #and so i drew the 2nd pic today so! #my art

[mischiefmanaged71]

Turning Tables (3/8) - Joaquin Torres x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Joaquin work together to track down the Flag Smashers, but yet again, she is the middle woman between Bucky and Sam as they butt heads. 

Author’s Note: Continuation of the story into Episode Two of TFATWS. Love the banter between Sam and Bucky, especially when Walker turns up and they team up to direct all of their anger at him. Joaquin is my man, my soft boi. I need more of him in the next two episodes, otherwise, I’m going to be a wreck for a while. Let me know in the comments if you’d like to be tagged! There will definitely be two more parts…who knows, maybe I’ll add more or individual one-shots!

Warnings: anxiety, the smallest drop of fluff

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem! Reader

You leaned back in your chair, feet crossed in front as Joaquin read through documents at his desk. Following up on leads was the top priority right now with the rise in communications of the revolutionaries’ known as the Flag Smashers. 

Word Count: 2.4K

Joaquin stood by his word and incorporated Sam and Y/N in the investigation. They had been at the Airbase for a total of 3 hours and 49 minutes, reading through documents and following up leads using the database resources. 

You rest your hands on your stomach as you shut your eyes for a moment. The bags under your eyes had become more noticeable in the past couple days, what with sleepless nights and long hours. All of which led you to grow closer to the coffee machine in your small apartment.

The nightmares had grown worse in the past week, haunting more than the occasional dream. Sometimes it was just the darkness that irked you, which you’d usually resolve with a bit of light. More recently, they formed into horrific events where you couldn’t save Sam or Bucky. The worst instance was last night’s terror.

This time, Joaquin showed up instead. 

Instead of the usual guilt that strung you up, an aching sorrow and horror overwhelmed you as you lost control. 

The fire was everywhere.

It burned until nothing was left.

Until the last edge of life was gone.

Even as you grasped for the tip of control to stop it, the flames extended further and further.

You couldn’t stop them,

And that terrified you.

It had its grip on your throat, ever-so-slowly compressing your windpipe as you clawed for the surface.

“Y/N?”

You inhaled sharply, opening your eyes to Joaquin’s concerned gaze as he leaned across the desk.

“You alright? You dozed off there.”

You nodded your head, slacking your jaw to recognise your feet touching the ground, the cabinets along the walls and lastly, the man sitting behind the desk.

His concerned gaze is glued to your widened eyes which scan the room, almost as if you weren’t completely aware.

“Yeah...I haven’t been getting much sleep is all.”

Joaquin nodded, returning to the words on the document,

“I’ve noticed. You’ve been a bit jittery the past couple days.”

“And...that’ll be the caffeine.”, you trailed, as you stood and stretched your limbs out.

“Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

Joaquin glanced up from the desk, shaking his head as a smirk grew on his face. The bruise under his left eye had slowly been healing from the past mission, along with a large cut along his forehead.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“Oh really? Then what’s the face for?”

“What face?”, he laughed and stared at you incredulously.

You leaned your hands against the back of the chair as pointed at him,

“That face that says I’m judging you.”

“This is not a judgemental face. This is the face of someone who is concerned about you.”

You’re quiet, allowing Joaquin to continue as you grip the back of the chair. Averting your eyes to the floor, your stomach plummets. Thumps palpate in your chest as your blood seems to pump harder.

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

You gulped down your anxiety, making eye contact with Joaquin so as to convince him and yourself as you spoke.

“...Yeah. I’m fine.”, you nodded your head and smile with the lack of enthusiasm that brings his attention to it. Joaquin cocks his head to the side, trying to see deeper into your mind.

“Y/N-”

The door bursts open as another uniformed soldier leans in the doorway.

“Lieutenant, I’ve got an update waiting for you, Sir.”

Joaquin stood from his seat, nodding his head at the officer.

“Alright, thanks, you can hand it over.”

The soldier nods his head, leaving the folder on the desk before shutting the door. You huff out a sigh at the tension and silence filling the office. Joaquin gathered up the remaining papers on the desk into neat piles, tidying the space.

“Look, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m electing not to sleep and I’m getting more work done.”

“You can’t live like this, Y/N, you’re gonna run yourself into the ground.”

“Yeah well right now, I’d rather not face those fears. Got bigger fish to fry right now.”, you purse your lips and nodded towards the folder.

You exit the office, wandering the first level of the base offices. Your arms press against the railing as you drop your head and listen to the bustling of people and machinery echo across the base. Slumped over the railing, you concentrate on counting your breaths as you hear Joaquin’s feet stomp closer to you.

Joaquin leans next to you on the border as you refuse to move, knowing that your façade of calm will chip as soon as you look at him.

“Y/N, if somethings bothering you, you should tell me. I know you feel that keeping it to yourself is better than admitting it but trust me, it’s a lot worse.”, he leaned down to meet your gaze as a stoic blank expression overcame you.

Your throat tightens and clench your jaw to suppress the sob building in your chest. 

You’ve always been alone with your thoughts, threatening to crack under the constant pressure behind your skull. The Avengers had been an unconventional setting but you created close relationships with a few of them. Some you lost along the way because of uncontrollable things but you wonder. 

You wonder if maybe something was wrong with you.

If it was your fault why they always left.

Why no one stuck around for long.

Tears glimmer, threatening to fall but you exhale a long breath out, turning to him. You twiddle your fingers, jaw clenched as you choke out the words in a whisper.

“...okay.”

Joaquin’s posture straightened as you stepped away from the railing and nodded your head in agreement.

“I’ll try. For you, Flyboy.”

He hummed and a small smile grew on his face at the nickname. 

“That’s all I ask.”

Looking over his shoulder, you recognise a familiar face. 

“Hey, Wilson.” you called over Joaquin’s shoulder, causing Sam’s eyes to flicker between the two of you.

“Hey, Y/L/N. I see you guys are spending extra time together…”, Sam implied with a smirk.

Y/N rolled her eyes at Sam’s implications, nudging his arm.

“It’s about time he kept me in the loop.”

He recognises the dark circles under your eyes and how tired you look but elects to ignore it. 

“You alright?”, Sam asks.

You look up at Joaquin as his lips twitch upwards in a small encouraging smile. His hand slides across the railing, hovering next to yours as you reply.

“I’m right where I need to be.”

You trail off as you notice Sam’s stiff posture and tension as he glides his hands into his pockets.

“How are you?”

After the huge declaration of America’s new ‘Captain America’, you were infuriated with the SHAM. Walker had done nothing to deserve that shield. 

It was Sam that Steve chose. 

It was Sam that deserved the shield.

You can only imagine how upset he is feeling. 

Sam almost shrugs, tilting his head as he doesn’t know how to express all of his feelings about the situation.

You all glance towards a screen as a poster of John Walker holding up Steve’s shield is shown.

“Seems like a good guy. You met him?”, Joaquin asks.

“No.”, Sam replied.

“Thanks for doing this on such short notice.”

“Yeah. No sweat. I’m just finishing up the checklist. You’ll be all good to go once you land in Munich.”

“I’ll be in the air with Joaquin so you can keep us updated…”

You trail off because your attention phases to Bucky Barnes’ entrance. With the fury in his step, you can practically visualise the daggers Bucky is sending towards Sam as you descend the stairs.

“Shouldn’t have given up the shield.”

“Good to see you too, Buck.”

“This is wrong.”, Bucky interjects.

Bucky follows Sam, cutting him off to interrogate. 

“Hey, hey, look, I’m working, all right? So all this outrage is gonna have to wait.”

Bucky narrows his eyes,

“You didn’t know that was gonna happen?”

Sam is aghast, “No, of course I didn’t know that was gonna happen. You think it didn’t break my heart to see them march him out there and call him the new Captain America?”

“Steve didn’t want this.”

“Oh, my God. What do you want me to do? Call America and tell ’em I changed my mind? Huh?”

Joaquin rests a hand on your shoulder, bringing your attention back to him,

“I’m gonna go ahead and set up before we leave.”

You nod, acknowledging him, gripping his hand,

“I’ll be right there.”, sending him a reassuring smile.

You watch as Sam and Bucky tussle in an argument over the shield and then the mission.

You find yourself striding up to them as Sam stomps off alone towards the plane.

“Hey stranger.”

Bucky turns around and his eyes light up in recognition. He flicks over your tired eyes and sombre expression.

“Sam didn’t know this would happen.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have given it up in the first place. It doesn’t belong there.”

“Bucky… I know how much that shield means to you... But you have to understand that Sam did what he thought was the right thing. We have to accept that. It’s what Steve wanted.”

“This is not what Steve would have wanted, Y/N.”

Bucky is fuming at the thought of the man parading as Captain America.

“I know, I know, Bucky. But we gotta work together to solve this one.”

“Just like always.”

He hummed, looking at the plane.

“Fine, but it doesn’t change the fact I’m mad at him.”

You sigh but agree because you know your boys are stubborn.

*****

You sit up on a crate as the plane flies below the drop-off zone for Sam and Bucky. You were sitting this one out to surveil with Joaquin from above.

“One minute to drop off, Sam.”

You watch Joaquin as he assesses the distance below and the time on his watch. The cuts and scrapes on his face have mostly healed but the blue and purple bruising under his eye remains. 

“So what’s our plan?”, Bucky asks Sam who ignores him as he positions his com in his ear.

“Great. So no plan.”

Bucky shakes his head in annoyance, sitting back down in his seat.

“Thirty seconds!”, Joaquin yells, looking out into the open air.

“I’m reconsidering sending those two out there alone.”

You glance anxiously between Sam and Bucky as the tension in the plane stirs.

“But they’re not alone, because they’re going together.”, Joaquin points out.

“That’s the part I’m worried about.”

You smile unconvincingly at Joaquin as you listen to the men bicker.

“Enjoy your ride, Buck.”

Bucky rejects Sam’s use of the nickname,

“No, you can’t call me that.”

“Why not? That’s what Steve called you.”

You roll your eyes at the childish banter between the two. You were considering the amount of logic and coordination between the two of them but then again, you were too tired to get on board for this mission.

“Steve knew me longer, and Steve had a plan.”

“Why couldn’t Steve be here?”, you whisper sarcastically.

“Fifteen seconds to drop.”

“I have a plan.”, Sam defends.

“Really? What is it?”

Sam ignores Bucky, jumping from the plane. Joaquin peeks his head out in amusement as Sam ignites his suit and flies off. He still wears that look of amaze on his face since the first time he saw the suit.

“Great. Where’s the chute?”, Bucky asked, looking around.

“We’re at 200 feet. It’s too low for a chute.”

“I don’t need it anyway.”

Joaquin perked an eyebrow, glancing at Bucky from the side, 

“You sure about that?”

“No! I know that look Bucky and I swear-”

“Yeah.”, Bucky sighs, yelling as he drops from the plane.

You and Joaquin both stare out into the open air as Bucky plummets into a tree, slowing his descent.

“What. An. Idiot.”, you exclaim from beside Joaquin.

“That looks like it hurts too.”

Pulling your sleeves down, you shiver and pull back from the open door to return to your seat. 

“He’ll be fine. I think.”

Joaquin slides the door shut as its seals with a hiss. 

You retract back into yourself as your thoughts return in the quiet.

Luckily, Joaquin is there to push them back.

“Hey, join me upstairs? I’ve gotta track activities for Sam from up here.”, he waits for your answer.

“Sure.”

He steps aside to let you walk up the steps first, sliding behind you as you reach the second floor. His hand ghosts over you back, guiding you across to the computers.

You flirt around the screens, leaning your hands against the metal frame. Joaquin’s hand roams around different radars and dials as he reads them. You watch from your spot as he concentrates, although, his eyes float up to check on you, every so often. You’ll pretend not to notice the suppressed smirk that threatens to rise on his face at your stare. 

You push that brewing anxiety aside but not without strain. Not without a little help from that pure and inviting calm that Joaquin brings.

***

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[weskerluvr69]

Wraith with a platonic reader who plays hide and seek with him and his invisibility please?

sorry this took so long! I love mr invisible man tho <3

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It's not uncommon for killers to give up when they see they're in Haddonfield. Some try to take the challenge and actually succeed, but most don't even bother and prefer to deal with the punishment from the entity.

You and your teammates look excitedly at each other after waking up in the familiar Myers house together–until you all hear a familiar bing bong behind you.

Confident in your own abilities, you decide to take the first chase with Wraith. Everyone else splits off to get out of your way and work on some generators while staying relatively close to the area; with Bill giving you an assured nod, silently telling you that if you run into trouble he's more than ready to jump in.

Wraith manages to land a hit on you when you try to jump off the balcony of one of the houses and it causes you to stumble forward, disoriented. You're not Nea, you don't know why you even tried that stunt, but you won't let the throbbing pain hinder you. You keep running and make it to a loop at the garage, when all of a sudden three gens pop at once.

You and Wraith both stop and look up, and you see his face fall in disappointment. Before you realize what's going on, he quickly bangs Azarov's skull against the bell and vanishes down the street.

You frown as you try to follow his shimmery image, but quickly lose him.

"Hey, wait!" you call out. You try throwing down the pallet and fast vaulting over it to get his attention, but to no avail. You run down the street and start looking for Wraith, but you can't see him anywhere.

Well, duh. He's invisible. You roll your eyes at yourself. How do you find someone who literally can't be seen?

You're met with a moment of clarity, it's like Albert Einstein blesses you with the gift of knowledge for just the briefest moment as you remember: Wraith snarls. When he's cloaked, he makes very subtle noises, even while standing still.

So, you stop looking with your eyes and start looking with your ears instead. You go around the corners of the map and perk up whenever the leaves rustle. Your searching leads you into the dreaded basement, and finally, you hear it.

Right by the already open chest, there's a faint pained breath.

"Wraith?" you ask. The shifting shimmer tells you everything you need to know. You grin. "I found you!"

Hesitantly, he rings his bell and reveals himself. He looks down at you, and makes no move to attack.

"I've been searching for like, five minutes!" you say, laughing. Ow. You should probably stop that, your ribs hurt and you're leaving puddles of blood everywhere. "You're really good at hide and seek."

Wraith's head tilts, and his features morph into that of confusion. He clearly doesn't know what you're talking about.

"It's a game where one person is trying to stay out of view, and the other person is looking for them," you elaborate. "Kinda like what we do in these trials, but a lot less pain and death."

Wraith nods, slowly.

"I know you don't wanna... Do that, anymore," you say, and wince as another generator sounds off in the distance. "So do you wanna play this with me until they finish?"

Wraith looks between you and upstairs, then nods again. His expression is neutral, but his eyes are lit up in a way that clearly show he's excited.

Or he has bloodlust and this is all just a sick mind game. You seriously hope it's the former.

"I'm gonna go hide, okay? Count to twenty then come look for me! And then you gotta tag me when you find me." To signify your point and sign your death wish, you poke him on the chest. "You're it."

You run upstairs and don't look back, because if you angered him this is going to turn bad quickly. You hide behind some barricades at the end of the street, chest heaving, and see Claudette working on a dull totem next to you.

"Hey," you whisper, slightly out of breath.

"Hey," she says with a smile. The bones crumble to dust once she finishes, and she gives you a look of concern. "You're hurt! How long have you been running Wraith?"

"Uh, a long time," you say distractedly, and peek out behind your hiding spot. You don't spot him yet, and you don't hear his breathing...

"Bill's gonna be proud," Claudette says.

You let out a small laugh but quickly cover your mouth when your eyes catch onto the warped space just outside of a house. Shit.

"Do you want me to heal you up?" Claudette asks, already getting her tools out of her medkit. You grab her wrist and look her dead in the eye.

"No, he'll hear it," you say quietly. Claudette looks terrified, and you actually see her lip quiver when the bing bong sounds off behind you.

Wraith materializes, then he extends Azarov's skull and copies your movement from before. He slowly pokes your chest, with a small smile on his lips.

As quickly as he came, he leaves, turning invisible and practically sprinting through the hedges.

"What just happened?" Claudette asks.

"No time to answer, I gotta catch him quick!" you say, and run off after Wraith. Claudette watches you go, confused but sure you know what you're doing, even if she doesn’t.

You don't manage to find him before Bill and Jake finish the last generator. You're upset, and at the exit gates, you don't leave with the rest of your team. You stand there, waiting as the clock ticks down, when Wraith finally shows himself.

He doesn't look upset, though. In fact, it looks like he's absolutely beaming at your sad demeanor.

"Yeah, yeah, some of us don't have the ability to go invisible on a whim!" you say sarcastically, and watch as his shoulders shake with silent laughter.

"Next time, you won't be so lucky," you promise.

He waves you off with his grin still in place, and then swings towards the exit gate. You leave, feeling more excited than ever to have another match against Wraith.

#dbd wraith #philip ojomo #doc wife writes

[dirtyoatmeall]

All it takes is one moment (Atsumu x reader)

A/N: uhhh sorry for dropping off the face of the earth!! I have a million WIPs I’ll hopefully be posting here shortly! I was reading a bunch of cheesy hurt/comfort fics last night and decided to make my own hehe, tbh it got me thinking of doing another one but no comfort and it turning into a slow burn with another character :0 Please read the warnings, this is Post-Timeskip, so spoilers for occupations. Everyone is probably like 25ish here? Also I apologize in advance for their accents, I tried in a few spots, I’m still getting used to it. (also @spiritofthescarletwoods I know you wanted to be tagged in the midoriya angst I promised a million years ago, but here’s some tsumu angst for now!)

Genre: Hurt/comfort or Angst with a happy ending

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader (uhmm pronouns I believe are gn but I do not proof read as we all know)

Word Count: 4.?k

Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationships, insinuation of cheating, slight misogynistic vibes for a moment, crude language, Atsumu is mean :( (Probably OOC Osamu and Atsumu), Post-time skip ((Let me know if I need to add something!)

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You and Atsumu have been together for about 3 years now, and it was great. The two of you were very much in love, supported each other, and rarely fought, as you tried to be as open and communicate as much as possible. The last relationship you were in was toxic and abusive, it took a long time for you to be yourself again, and Atsumu had supported you along the way, he knew what had happened, and he swore to never make you feel like that again. And he stuck by that, until today.

Even though you rarely fought, when you did, it was resolved quickly, but this time was not the same. It had started off small. You had an important event coming up for work, you would be presenting on your year long research project, having made big findings in your field work. It was a huge deal for you, but when you brought it up at dinner, Atsumu did not have the same opinion.

“What do you mean you can’t make it? Everything I’ve been working on had led up to this, this is a career changing presentation, and you don’t want to go?” Hurt was clearly evident in your voice, as was frustration. Atsumu sighed, he’d had a horrible week, there was a big game coming up with the Adler’s and he needed to be prepared. “Like I said, I have practice that night, You can tell me all about it when you get home. I don’t see why you’re making a big fuss ‘bout it, ‘s just a presentation babe.” You furrowed your eyebrows looking at him incredulously.

“Did you not listen to anything I just said? It’s not just a presentation, this is my career Atsumu. I consistently put my own work aside to support you, why can’t you do the same for me? It’s not like I’m asking you to miss a game, it’s a practice.”  You could tell he was getting frustrated, but so were you, you made it a point to make every single game of his, missing out on work opportunities to come support him, him refusing to come to something so important was hurtful, and made you feel like you were less important than him, but before you could voice your feelings Atsumu spoke.

“This isn’t jus’ any practice. We have a big game comin’ up, it's important I’m there, ‘m the setter. Let's be real here, we both know which of us is the bread-maker in this household. This is basically a little hobby of yours, you can come back to it at any time. I’m a professional athlete hun, there’s only so much time I have before retirement.” He spoke in a condescending manner that baffled you. He’s never spoken to you like that before, is that how he really felt about your work? You scoffed, rising from the dinner table.

“Are you fucking kidding me, do you know condescending and frankly, misogynistic that was?” He sighed and rolled his eyes as he followed you with his plate, dinner half eaten and cold much like yours. “Here you go again” He muttered, though loud enough for you to hear. You dropped your plate in the sink and you looked at him, eyes wide, and furious.

“What did you just say to me? Here I go again? What the fuck does that mean Atsumu?” He set his plate on the counter, looking at you from across the island as he gripped the countertop. “What I mean is that yer always playing the victim, we get it, you last relationship was shitty, but that doesn’t mean you have to act like this all the time, I thought you got over it?”

You balked at him, was he serious right now? “Oh my god really? Are you seriously asking me if I got over an abusive relationship, after everything I’ve told you about it? After everything I had to do to get where I am now? We are supposed to support each other, I didn’t realize it was one sided.” Atsumu sighed, growing more frustrated, he tried to interrupt you, but you kept going, 

“All I wanted was for you to come to one dinner, after the years we’ve been together I haven’t asked you to miss any games or practices for my work, you know my coworkers have asked if I’m single? They didn’t believe me when I told them I was in a relationship, and you know what? I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t believe me either, since they’ve never seen you, and I take all this time off to travel and support you, all of your team know who I am, why is it so hard for you to do the same?”

As you kept going, his anger only grew, he tried interrupting you again, but it was like you weren’t paying attention to him, just spouting off whatever came to your head, and he was tired of it. 

He slammed his hand on the counter, the sound reverberating throughout the apartment. You flinched, hard, but Atsumu didn’t seem to notice. “Can you just shut up for one moment? God, all you do is go on and on nagging on how what I do isn’t enough, I pay the bills here, why isn’t that enough for you? I could care less about what’s going on at your job, I have absolutely no interest in it at all, when will you get that through your fucking skull? I. don’t. care.” By the time he was done his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the counter, and you had tears in your eyes. You sucked in a breath, steeling yourself.

“Ok, I’m going to remove myself from the situation, I’ll be at your brothers, you can come get me when you pull your head out of your ass.” He rolled his eyes as you strode past him, getting your purse from the hook and going to slip on your shoes. “Yeah go ahead, you gonna wet his dick for ‘im too? ‘m sure he’ll love that.” You stiffened for a moment, putting your shoes on before looking at him, tears making your vision blurry.

“Y’know I tell myself that this isn’t like last time, that you’re not him, but at times like this-“ Your voice cracked as a sob bubbled into your throat and you shook your head, turning and heading out the door. Atsumu flinched at your words and the soft click of the door latching, he would’ve preferred to hear it slam.

Your walk to the elevator was blurry but you knew the way by heart after living there for so long. You wiped at your eyes as you pulled out your phone, tapping on the contact before bringing the phone to your ear. It rang once before it picked up, a tired “hello?” coming from the other end. You let out a quiet sob as you loaded the elevator, trying to get the words to come out. Upon hearing you, Osamu spoke again, “(Y/N)? Are you crying? What’s wrong.” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath before speaking, your voice tight. “Hey ‘samu, can, can I come to your place? ‘tsumu and I- we-'' you broke out into another sob, and you could hear Osamu close a door.

“Where are you? I’ll pick you up, I’m just leaving the restaurant I’m close.” After telling him where you were, you stayed on the phone, walking in the direction of the restaurant. Not long you see Osamu’s car pull up, he quickly gets out and looks you over and sighed as he brings you in for a hug. You sob into his jacket for a moment while he rubbed your back gently. He knew about your past as well, and figured it must have been bad for you to leave in tears. He leads you to the car and makes sure you’re strapped in before heading to the drivers side and getting in, double checking your seatbelt before driving towards his apartment.

The drive was short, though to you it felt like it lasted hours. You tried to quiet your sobs, not wanting to bother him. He looked over at you every so often, worry evident in his gaze as he tried to figure out just what his stupid brother did.

After arriving at his apartment, he sat you down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around you and giving you a box of tissues before sitting next to you, gently asking what happened. You try not to cry as you retell the events of the evening, though it got harder and harder as you told him what Atsumu said to you. By the time you were finished you were crying again, and Osamu was furious.

“I-I just don’t understand ‘samu, the things he said, did he really m-mean them? And-and when he slammed his hand on the counter, the look on his face, it, it was like I was back there all over again, like I never left. I-I know he’d never hurt me,” You sobbed out, throat getting tighter as you go on, “But at that moment, all I could think was that he was gonna hit me, and I, I had to leave, and what he said before I left,” You hiccupped and cried into your hands, not able to finish.

Osamu rubbed your back as you cried before getting up to make some tea. While the water was boiling he went into the other room, trying to calm himself down before calling his brother. The line rang three times before it was picked up, a frustrated “what do you want?” coming from the other end. It was enough to dwindle Osamu’s patience into nothing. He tried to keep his voice down, not wanting to distress you further.

“What do I want? Do you know how badly you fucked up? (Y/N) is here crying on my couch right now, do you know what she told me ‘tsumu? She told me she thought you were going to hit her. Are you fucking kidding me? Did you even think before you spoke, because from what she told me, it sounds like you didn’t. How dumb are you, after everything she’s gone through, the first big fight you have you send her running? Over a dinner? Really Atsumu?”

Atsumu groaned on the other line, “Exactly ‘samu, it’s a dinner, I have practice for the game against the Adler’s you know how big that is. She’ll have plenty of dinners for me to go to in the future. I don’t see why she got so upset over it. And she knows I didn’t mean the things I said, I was just frustrated.”

Osamu scoffed into the phone, “Did you even hear what I said, are you hearing yourself? She is the best thing that has happened to you, the least you could do is support her, this is a big deal for her Atsumu, even I know that. Honestly I don’t know why she is still with you after the shit you just pulled, did you hear me? She was scared of you, y’know like that last relationship she had? Where she was sent to the hospital multiple times, she thought she was right back there, that you were just like him. Do you know how bad you have to fuck up for that to happen, after all the counseling she’s done? You know how much trust you just broke? I wouldn’t be surprised if she never wanted to hear from you again, and I’d agree with her. God I have half a mind to tell Ma what you did, You need to sit and stew on what you just lost. And I mean it, I don’t want to see you here tonight, she needs a safe space right now. I’ll let her stay for as long as she wants, but I’m not gonna stop her if she leaves so you better get your fucking head on straight and get on your knees begging for forgiveness you don’t deserve.”

With that Osamu hung up the phone, exhaling as he pinched the bridge of his nose, was his brother really that stupid? He shook his head and headed out of his room, only to open the door to see you standing there, eyes holding an emotion he couldn’t quite place. “Is he coming?” Osamu sighed and led you back to the couch before finishing the tea he forgot about. He placed your cup on the end table next to you and took a seat with his own. “No, I told him to stay at your guy’s tonight. You need a safe space right now to calm down and sort your thoughts. You can stay here as long as you’d like, but I don’t want you to feel trapped, you can leave whenever, if you want to go to your folk’s, hell even our Ma’s place, I’ll drive you there. You just need to focus on you right now ya hear me? And if you don’t ever wanna see my ugly brother again, I’ll help you get a new identity.” You giggled slightly at the last part before you took a sip of your tea, shoulders relaxing. You turned to Osamu and smiled.

“Thank you ‘samu, I really appreciate it. I’m a little more calm right now, I think I’ll go home tomorrow, apologize and get us back on track.” You did a little nod as you said it, but Osamu just furrowed his eyebrows. “Apologize? There is nothing you need to apologize for doll, You were completely justified in your frustration, Atsumu is the one who needs to apologize, not you. Don’t settle just so things will go back to normal, because they won’t.” You sighed sadly, he was right and you knew it. You were falling back to old coping tactics. Your therapist would not be happy with you right now.

“Sorry, you’re right. I’m still gonna go back, hopefully after we’ve both had some sleep we can work it out.” You smiled again, feeling more like yourself. Osamu nodded in agreement and helped you set up in the guest bedroom before turning in. You sighed as you laid in the bed, not used to sleeping by yourself, but the events from the night took its toll, and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

Back in your apartment, Atsumu was having the opposite problem. He laid in your shared bed, staring at the ceiling, did you actually think he was going to hit you, that he meant the things he said? To him, it didn’t seem like a big deal, he was loud when he was angry, and sometimes said things he didn’t mean, which should be obvious, since you knew how much he loved you…right? He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, looking up the museum you worked at. Honestly he wasn’t really paying attention when you told him about the event, he knew it had something to do with your research, which he knew a little about from the nights you’d info dump your findings to him. His eyes widened when he looked at the upcoming events, when he clicked on the date it was scheduled for he winced.

It really was a big deal, curators from all over the country were coming to hear you give a presentation on your recent fieldwork findings, you’d been at this site for the majority, if not all, of your relationship only now having a big discovery others spent their entire lives chasing. There were going to be donors, curators, archaeologists and other anthropologists from all over Japan and other countries as well. You were right, this was a career changer, no, this was a life changing presentation.

Guilt started to seep into his bones as he thought again about what he had said, how he had brushed you off and then got mad at you for voicing your feelings, something that took months for you to be able to do with him. He thought back to when he slammed his hand on the table, the way you flinched, the look in your eyes right before you left. His stomach felt like it dropped out of his body, chest constricting as the guilt flooded him as he kept thinking back to every expression you made, how you were crying when you left, that you were scared of him. He pushed his palms against his eyes as he groaned, how could he be so horrible to you? Osamu was right, about everything. You were the best thing that’s happened to him, and he broke your trust, trust that took so long to build, over missing a practice. He rolled onto his side, pulling one of your pillows against his chest. He inhaled, the scent of your conditioner still lingering, as he tried to think of how he could possibly make it right.

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The next morning, after a relaxing shower and breakfast, you were ready. Osamu grabbed his keys, ready to drive you back, when there was a knock at the door. You had a feeling on who it was, so you set down your purse and went to sit on the couch, taking a deep breath. After a few moments Osamu came to the doorway, followed by Atsumu, who stood awkwardly for a moment before Osamu spoke to you.

“I need to be at the restaurant, there’s a key on the counter, if you could lock up if you leave that’d be great. Call me if you need anything.” He turned and left, and when you heard the door close you finally met Atsumu’s gaze, smiling slightly in greeting. Neither of you were sure what to say, but after a minute of silence he comes over and sits on the other end of the couch, obviously trying to gauge your reaction to his proximity.

You sighed through your nose, gaze turned to the floor as you fiddled with your hands, trying to sort out your thoughts. You wanted to just apologize and move on, but you knew you had to talk it out, this wasn’t something you could just pretend didn’t happen. You needed to work through this if you wanted this to work. You bit your lip, thoughts running a mile a minute. You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize Atsumu had moved until you felt his hand rest on your forearm. You jumped slightly, startled at the sudden touch and when you looked at Atsumu, who had moved to the place next to you and hovered his hand over you before bringing it back to his lap, guilt evident in his features, eyes raw with emotion.

“(Y/N), I don’t even know where to begin, I fucked everything up and I am so sorry. Sorry for not listening, for brushing you and your achievements off, for making you feel lesser and unimportant, for scaring you, please, you have to know, I would never lay a hand on you, I never meant a single thing I said last night, I was frustrated and let the week get to me, which is no excuse for the way I treated you. I broke your trust, and I’ll spend forever and a month trying to earn it back. You are without a doubt the best thing that has happened to me, and the way I treated you after everything that’s happened, it- it makes me sick. I love you so much, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. But I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want, I-I just- I need you to know that I love you, and that I never meant it, I’d never mean it.” His voice cracked at the end,  and he wiped his eyes before looking up to meet your gaze. You were crying, biting your lip to keep it in but failing as you took a shuddering breath that turned into a half-sob. His heart broke even more seeing you like this, and he reached out to comfort you before stopping, hand curling back into his chest.

“Can, Can I touch you?” He asked shakily, scared of the answer, shoulders slumping with relief when you nodded and he quickly gathered you into his arms, pulling you into his lap and holding you tight, like if he let you go you’d disappear. You were crying louder now, hands fisted into his sweatshirt. He nuzzled his face into your hair, quietly apologizing over and over, tears starting to fall from his eyes as well, kissing the side of your head.

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was about 10 minutes. Your sobs had died down, you were just sniffing occasionally, and Atsumu’s eyes had cleared, no longer obstructed by the water wall of tears. He pulled you away from his chest slightly, cupping your cheeks, wiping at the tear tracks staining your face.

“’M sorry, ‘m so sorry. I’ll say it for the rest of my life darlin’, I love you so much and I am so proud of everything you do. I hope that one day you can forgive me, but I understand if you can’t, if you won’t. You mean th’ world t’ me angel, I want nothing more than for you to be happy, for you to feel safe and loved. I promise I will support you better from now on, no matter what. I’ll make good on my promises from all those years ago, I swear.” You nodded at his words, hands coming up to cup his own before one of his moved to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, stopping right before your lips met, breath mixing as he looked at you for signs of hesitance, of fear.

“Is this okay?” Instead of verbally confirming you closed the short distance, hands gripping his shoulders as your lips moved against his slowly, taking time to enjoy each other. He pulled away after a few moments before kissing your forehead, hugging you tightly once again. “Let’s go home.” You said quietly into his shirt, squeezing his shoulders before standing on shaky legs. He nodded, getting up after you, lacing your fingers together.

Weeks later~~

 You smiled nervously at Atsumu as you rose out of your chair, giving him a quick kiss before heading to the stage. You squinted briefly at the bright lights, exhaling and smoothing out your clothes before smiling at the audience as you introduced yourself. You tried to keep your gaze evenly over the crowd, but your eyes kept finding themselves locked with Atsumu, who grinned brightly and gave a thumbs up whenever you did. Your smile grew, nerves slowly dissipating as you lost yourself in your presentation.

Afterwards you answered a few questions from the crowd, thanking them again before heading back to your table. You shook hands with the host as they walked past to continue to the next topic and thanked your tablemates who congratulated you. You snorted at Tsukishima, who said it was a little boring, like he didn’t have a page of notes from the presentation in front of him.

You turned to your boyfriend, smiling as you laced your fingers together. “Wow babe that was amazing! I don’t know what half those words meant but you did great, I’m so proud of you.” You flushed at his praise, squeezing his hand while you kissed his cheek before turning back to the host, who was announcing the next speaker. You don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t work things out, and frankly you don’t want to think about it, the two of you are slowly building this back to where they were, but this time your relationship is stronger. You’re happier than you’ve ever been, and that’s what matters.

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[random-mha-thoughts]

Fake (Tamaki x Reader)

Pairing: Tamaki x Fem!Reader

Someone messaged me with the request: “I was thinking about if one of the boys had a fem friend and they are hanging out one day and some guy won't leave them alone so they act as if the boy is their boyfriend to make the guy go away and after the boy actually really liked being called her bf and they realize the feelings they had for them were not as platonic as they first thought? Always thought this was cute!!" They also gave me the option to do Bakugou or Tamaki, so I went with Tamaki

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,220

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: Thank you for the request and the kind messages dear! SO sorry this one took a while, I wanted to take the time and do Tamaki properly and I was also generally just burnt out so I really hope I did it justice and you like it!

I meant to finish this last night because I thought I would keep it short, but instead it ended up being 2.2k words?? And I fell asleep writing it (no joke, when I woke up there was a huge line of 3s on my screen) and I finished it during the day today.

"I've always thought cotton candy was a magical type of snack," I comment, happily chomping away at the sugary treat melting in my mouth. ��"It's the type of thing that makes you feel like a kid again!"

"Mm, I guess so," Tamaki responds, taking another bite of his takoyaki.

"Do you want a bite?"

The boy's indigo eyes barely gaze down and it before he immediately takes the bite for himself.  His munching really makes him look childish as the treat is supposed to do.  "I was never fond of cotton candy.  I guess I just naturally prefer animal treats because of my quirk."

"Yeah, that's understandable."  I stare off into the distance, eyeing the giant roller coaster looming in front of us.  My heart quickens at the sight, the anticipation building inside me.  "Tama, we gotta get on that coaster!"

At the word, his face goes completely blank.  "C-Coaster?"

"Come on Tama, please?" I whine.  "We've only been to all the carnival games and the mild rides, just one?"  I know my poor friend has terrible fear of...everything, but I gotta have my fun too!  And I wouldn't want to leave him out from my experiences, nor would I want to leave him alone in this crowded place.

His quivering figure attempts to breath in a sigh.  "O-Okay, but you have to hold onto me when we get on, okay?  You know how much I hate that h-high up."

I loop an arm around his shoulder, pulling him all-too eagerly towards the coaster.  "I'll be right next to you! It won't be that scary, I promise!"  I don't know if he believes me, but he keeps in pace with me as I speed-walk over.

Once we get there, we find the line is a good twenty minute wait to get in.  My feet tap impatiently in the concrete floor.  Tamaki and I are polar opposite friends; I'm the loudmouth while he's more reserved, I take risks while he keeps to the safe route, I chase more thrilling adventures while he'd rather keep to the more tame ones.  I don't mind putting his comfort first most of the time, but the one thing I can't give up is being at an amusement park and not going on the coasters.  They practically call to me, dangling themselves in front of me while screams entice me with promises of thrill.  It's like the architects know how to attract crazies like me.

When I open my mouth to comfort Tamaki - who's staring up at the coaster like he's about to die - the person behind him catches my attention.  My lips form into a solid line and I grab my friend's forearm just a hint rougher than I usually do.

The boy snaps out of his reverie quickly.  He understands the gesture and leans in.  "What's wrong?"

"I think the guy standing behind us has been following us for a while," I whisper low enough so only he can hear.  Tamaki's eyes widen and he's about to turn around when I make a face for him to freeze and not look back.  "Just act natural, I'll take care of it if he tries something."

Not long after we keep carrying on our conversation, Tamaki takes a call on his phone and the guy finally speaks up.  "This ride must be pretty swell if the line's so long for it."

"Yeah, I'm pretty excited for it," I respond.  As long as his intentions are still up in the air, I'll be polite to him.  No reason to be hostile right off the bat.

Rocking back and forth on his feet, he asks, "Do you come here often?"

I shrug.  "Not really, only every once in a while.  My work and school keep me busy."

"I see."  He pauses for a moment.  "So are you too busy for a relationship?"

Oh for fuck's sake.  "I'm not in the market for a boyfriend right now, thank you."

The guy scoots just a tiny bit closer to me.  "Come on, I'm sure you'd change your mind if you got to know me better.  We could just talk for now."

He's persistent.  I suppress the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head.  "I don't think that's a good idea."  I don't even want to look this guy in the face.  Maybe if I show how uninterested I am, he'll get the message and back off.  I move up in the line when the people in front of us step forward.

"You won't know until you try."  He touches my arm, "Just give me-"

I back my arm away and I glare holes through his skull.  "Why are you touching me?"

"You just weren't looking, I thought it was pretty rude," he shrugs.

I'm almost appalled by how innocent he thinks he is.  How is that okay?  "We just met two seconds ago, you have no right to touch me at all."

The guy lets out a dry laugh.  "I don't know why you're being so uptight and closed off."

Bitch, did you just call me 'uptight'??!!  I'm about to punch this guy right up to the front of the line.

"H-Honey?  What's wrong?"

My head whips around a full 180 degrees to Tamaki, who's finished his call and his eyes are shifting between me and the stranger.  "I-Is he bothering you?"

My stomach does a flip recalling the term of endearment he used earlier.  Thankfully, I know what he's trying to do.  "Yeah, babe.  This guy won't leave me alone."  I shift over towards my friend and grasp his arm.  If we're gonna play this, we're gonna play it right.

The strange guy analyzes the two of us, shifting his eyes back and forth.  "This guy is your boyfriend?"  He's clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah, you got a problem?" I cock an eyebrow, slightly stepping up to assert my dominance.

After a few more awkward seconds, the guy snickers.  "You're dating this guy?  You're barely touching him and he's shaking like a little bitch."

The fury shoots right through me.  No one calls my Tamaki a little bitch and gets away with it.  I'm aboutta end this man's whole life-

Tamaki places a calming hand on my own before I can fully explode on him.  "I-It's okay, sweetie, it doesn't hurt me."

The term immediately washes me over with warmth that cools down my hot anger.  Not to mention my heart's beating a little faster at this affectionate contact.

The moment breaks when the idiot in front of us laughs again.  "You guys can't be dating.  You don't even look like a couple."

"We don't have to be all over each other making out to look like a couple," I roll my eyes.  I've had just about enough of this guy.  "Some of us can keep it in our pants, you know."

"Yeah, but you guys haven't done anything couple-y."

I snort.  What an idiot.  "First of all, thanks for admitting you're a stalker who's been watching us.  Second of all, we shared snacks earlier, I'm sure you must have caught us."

"Big whoop, that's nothing!"  An evil smirk spreads across his face.  "Why don't you two kiss, right here and now?  Prove me wrong."

The rogue thought of kissing Tamaki enters my mind like a bullet and my heart skips a beat.  I shake myself out of that.  "We don't need to take orders from someone like you.  You probably get off to that because you're so lonely, don't you?"

"No need to take it that far, sweetie-"

That's the last straw.  Before I can do anything, Tamaki's wraps a tentacle around the guy's body, lifting him up and constricting his movement temporarily.  His gaze is blank and he nods for me to go ahead with my confrontation.  We make a pretty good team.  I turn back to the guy, pinning him with my deadliest glare.  "You've crossed so many lines today, Mr. Harasser.  We've both had just about enough of your stupidity.  If you don't want us to report you to police for sexual harassment, you'd better run along and stop following us.  Or else my boyfriend here will dangle you off the side of this roller coaster, got it?"

One look into mine and Tamaki's eyes removes the color from the guy's face.  Knowing Tamaki, he's got his hero face on, and I know first hand how intimidating he can look when he does that.  As soon as Tamaki lets him wriggle free, he runs off to the back of the line alone.

"What an ass," I huff, the image of the guy running with his tail between his legs amusing to me.  "Some guys just don't know when to quit."  I cling onto Tamaki's arm and rest my head on his shoulder.  "Good thing you were here to help me get rid of him, hm?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess."  His face turns five shades redder.

It feels weird to be close to him like this now, even if we've shared our personal space like this many times before.  I'm reminded of Tamaki calling me "honey" earlier, sending a fresh set o f shivers through me.  I never knew I needed to hear that from him before.  Tamaki's always been a great friend and we've become so close.  I never realized just how close we've gotten.

"Y-You know," he scratches his ear with his free hand, "I'm kind of...glad I came with you today.  I don't think I'd like it if someone else was with you to act as your fake boyfriend..."

Oh.  That's a pretty bold and straightforward statement, and it's coming from Tamaki of all people.  The implication finally hits me at once and my own face heats up.  "You mean-"

Tamaki grabs my arm suddenly and starts shaking even more violently than normal.  We'd made it to almost the front of the line, almost about to get into the car.  "I-I-If I s-survive this," he gulps, "I'll finish.  B-But you have to h-hold onto me like you promised!"

I knit our fingers together, the rush of both getting on the coaster and hearing what he has to say mixing together, even I can't help shaking slightly in anticipation.  I don't let go of his hand as we get on and secure ourselves in.  His eyes are screwed shut as we're slowly pulled to the top of the hill.  I squeeze tighter on his hand.  "You can do this Tamaki, I'm right here."

He lets out a cute little whine when the car was pulled just enough to the front for us to look down at the impending fall.

"Just scream and let it all out!"

The coaster finally pushes forward and my stomach lurches.  Tamaki lets out the loudest scream out of everyone on the ride with us.  The rush is intense, our bodies flinging and the wind gusting against us.  I start screaming myself out of pure pleasure, still grasped on his hand that's squeezing the blood out of mine.  Even as we pull into the start again and we're unlocked, Tamaki's eyes are sealed shut.

"Tama, it's over, open your eyes now," I giggle.

"I-I'm too dizzy."

I help steady him to get up and out, even wrapping his arm around my shoulder to steady him as we descend the steps away from the ride.  I can feel his entire body shaking down to his knees.  "How do you feel?"

It takes a few moments of scrambled mumbles before he can say something coherent.  "That was scarier than raiding the Shie Hassaikai."

I chuckle again at his nerves.  "At least you're a little more guaranteed to live from this.  And you survived."

As we finally cross through the exit gate, he sweeps me aside, albeit shakily, pushing our foreheads together.  "I did," he breathes before pressing his lips to mine.  I hold onto his back and pull him closer, melting into his quivering kiss.  My heart beats faster after just calming down from the ride.

Tamaki pulls away from me and pushes his forehead on my shoulder.  "Give me a second, my head hurts."

His little whining softens me, threading my hands in his hair to calm him down.  "It's okay, baby boy, take a second."

He stiffens at my pet name for him.  He lifts his head up and finally gazes at me.  "Y-You're pretty great, as a friend and a person.  You're the only person I'd want to be a pretend boyfriend for, and I hope I'm the only one you'd do that for me too."

"Why would I want to be fake girlfriend for someone I want to actually date?"

His face turns even more crimson in response to that.  "O-Oh. Okay."

"But if we're gonna date, you're gonna have to get used to going on roller coasters with me," I tease him.

And just like that, all that blush drains from his face and he shivers again.

I can't help kissing his cute little nose and wrapping my arms around him.  "I'm just playing with you, Tama.  But at least every once in a while, just so you can get over your fear.  And you'll get a kiss and ice cream afterwards."

The adorable smile on his face threatens to melt my knees into mush.  "Okay!"

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[snarkwrites]

also, speaking of fun button ups, i feel like their partners bought them a few. cause you know someone has made a joke like “your girlfriend buy you those?” and they get so offended like “yes, cause she loves me” - ❤️

OKAY LISTEN LISTEN. I HAVE... THIS THOUGHT HAS INVADED MY MIND ENTIRELY TOO LONG. I HAVE HAD YEARS TO THINK NEARLY THE EXACT SAME? I SWEAR ITS LIKE WE’RE TWINS ANGEL.

Anyway... I’m so freakin excited that someone else has thought of this too? like!! This is my time to shine. Let me just do this.

Warnings:

Today? Nah. Probably just comedy / fluff...

Tagging:

@chasingeverybreakingwave 

@twistnet 

To be polite Because I’m most likely going to go into great detail / little scenarios in my head, I’m gonna put the answer below a readmore. I hope you like this anon!!! <3 LOVE YOU FOR SENDING THIS.

GREG SANDERS + those funky shirts;

“ Your girlfriend buy you that, Greggo?” - the question came in a lazy drawl from Nick’s mouth. Greg bristled, but more at Nick even having the audacity to ask than anything. His brow raised as he studied the taller Texan.

“What if she did? She bought it because she loves me. The skulls are badass, huh?” Greg smirked, nodding to the subtle gray skulls against deep black fabric.

“I knew it! It wasn’t some obnoxious and loud pattern like the ones you pick for yourself.” Nick smiled and Greg shot him the middle finger when his back was turned, chuckling as he smiled to himself and got back to work. 

But Nick wasn’t done, not by a long shot. As the team gathered in the break room, frantically pumping themselves with caffeine just to stay awake even a little longer, Nick spoke up again, a teasing smirk. Greg was sitting in the corner, eating a microwave cup of ramen and texting back and forth with you.

“You textin her right now, Greggo?”

“That is... not your business.” Greg gave Nick a dirty look and Nick smirked. “Tell her she’s in charge of your wardrobe from now on. Also.. Might not want to tell her that that girl from the club hit on you like crazy tonight... lady killer.”

“Asshat.” Greg muttered, chuckling to himself. He’d known Nick for years at this point, he was used to the good natured teasing. And currently, he was far too happy to be bothered by it. Nick chuckled and added as a last resort, “First it’s the shirts... Next thing you know man, she’ll have you making room in a drawer for her stuff... Leaving a toothbrush over at your place.”

Greg chuckled and spoke up, a calm smirk playing at his face, “Since you’re going there, Nick... She actually already has her own space in a drawer. And a toothbrush at my place. And she bought me this shirt because she loves me.”

Nick chuckled, mimicking the sound of a whip cracking as Warrick spoke up thoughtfully. “You do know that she’s gonna wind up stealing that shirt right back, right? She already stole your Manson concert shirt.”

“Leave him alone, you two. We all know you’re both jealous.” Catherine butted in, flashing Greg a teasing grin of her own. “You gave her her own drawer, hm?”

Greg nodded, smiling fondly at the thought of you. “I did.”

“That’s a big step. I’m happy for you. Also, thank her for me... That’s an interesting shirt.”

TIM SPEEDLE + button ups, 

“That is... definitely an interesting shirt, man.” Eric’s hand dragged over his hair as he surveyed his longtime best friend and the bright blue button up. Tim was more of a dark colors kind of guy. The day before, he’d come in wearing an orange button up.

A pretty damn nice one at that. Fitted to him.

Some of the girls down at the front desk had definitely taken notice of that one. Guy had been beating them away with a stick all morning and it didn’t look like that was letting up today. Eric reached for his soda can and took a few sips. “I mean there’s no way you picked that yourself, man. It actually fits you.” a smirk formed as it clicked into place for him.

“Your girl bought you that shirt, didn’t she?”

Tim eyed Eric and shrugged. “So? What if she did?” Tim pretended to take offense at Eric’s question.

Eric’s mouth opened and closed. “All the girls working down at the front desk have been hitting on you all day. Including that new one Irene I’ve been trying to talk to for a week now. Damn.” Eric chuckled at the fact that Tim didn’t even seem to notice or particularly care. He smiled to himself because he was happy for his best friend. “Kinda nice to see you not drowning in your shirt for once, man. Think your girlfriend would buy me a..” he went quiet because Tim’s dirty look silenced him and Tim chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t think so, Delko. My girl. You stick to Irene down in reception.” Tim chuckled. After a minute or two he spoke up again, “And just what the hell is wrong with the shirts I picked anyway, huh? Maybe some of us don’t like our entire upper body being squeezed until we almost can’t breathe, Delko.” mocking offense at what Eric said seconds before.

“Like I said man. You purposely buy shit too big. And there’s more colors out there than black, gray, white or denim, buddy.”

“Oh hahahaha fuck you, Delko. At least I can fit my clothes.” Tim called out to the door as Eric hurried out of it, intent on escaping Tim’s cranky wrath. Tim smirked to himself and muttered quietly, “He’s just jealous because my girl loves me and buys me rad shit. Poor idiot.” as he gazed at a framed photo of the two of you sitting on his desk, grinning softly and shaking his head at Eric’s whole tangent about the shirts.

#Anonymous

[buckysoldierstories]

Not Ready For Love

1/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Latina!reader, Javier Peña x Latina!reader (love triangle) 

Summary: Set after Endgame. You’re the newest addition to the Avengers. After being a Hydra guinea pig, you are left with tattoos and piercings done to you during your time with the corrupted organization. What happens when a certain super soldier seems put off by your appearance and your lack to follow directions?

Warnings: Bucky is kind of an asshole at first, angst, so much smut to come but it’s slow burn for now, enemies to lovers, lots of jealousy to come, mature language, talk of torture, violence...

I made reader Latina because we need more love, damnit! LOL 



“Remember, mija. You are no one’s door mat. You are no man’s toy. And you are certainly not to bite your tongue to please people.”

You sat up on your bed, remembering your mother’s tough yet loving words as tears filled your eyes. You had no idea when you had fallen asleep but the sun was shining directly into your room and you had almost forgotten why you were laying in bed in the middle of a work day.

Oh, that’s right. That horrific meeting you had just endured. You had remembered all your teammates’ faces when harsh words were thrown at you. Sam’s, Scott’s, Clint’s, and Bruce’s. The humiliation you were stabbed with when the one person you’ve tried so hard to like you stood there and spat venom at you. 

“He didn’t mean it. He never means it.” Sam’s words ring in your head. But this time, it went somewhere it shouldn’t have.

Ever since you were rescued from Hydra and were recruited by Sam as an Avenger, everyone had accepted and loved on you like you’ve been with them forever. Everyone except the Winter Soldier. Especially if you weren’t covered up in hoodies and sweatpants. You were experimented on, tortured, and every other horrible thing imaginable... and your body showed it. 

In some places, you had odd piercings, around your back and thighs, you had tattoos and carvings of Russian words that you never learned the meaning of, and on the back of your hand, you had the infamous Hydra emblem; the hideous skull octopus that constantly reminded you of what happened if you cut off one head. Two more will take it’s place. A horrific quote said to you as they drilled the marking on you while a group of vile and corrupted men promised you that there was no escape.

Your memories were interrupted when you heard a knock on your door and you were brought back to reality. You wiped the tears you didn’t even know had escaped your eyes when you heard the one voice you wanted nothing to do with right now.

“It’s-it’s Bucky. Can we talk?” 

“Listen, Sam, I can do it! Nat taught me all she knew, I know I can get the intel, and I’m not a bad flirt!” You argued as Sam, Clint and Scott nodded in agreement. “Plus, she’s gorgeous!” Bruce enunciated, Clint laughed as he stretched his arms out as to make you the center of attention during the small mission briefing. Sam laughed and opened his mouth to give approval of you going on the assignment when in chirped someone who had a habit of ‘picking’ on you way too much.

“Eh, her face is okay-ish but the rest of her, the jury is still out on that one.” Bucky said, re-reading the assignment for the thousandth time and never looking up at the small group, feeling like this meeting was the biggest waste of his time. The four men stared at him in annoyance, knowing it wasn’t Bucky if he wasn’t picking a fight with you at some point in the day.

“Dude...” Scott said and you just rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore the ‘harmless joke’ as you brought your attention back to Sam.

“Barnes, I wasn’t talking to you, pendejo! C’mon, Sam! I got this-“

Bucky dropped the assignment on the table and stood up, unamused by the Spanish curse words you spat at him daily and grabbed his coffee mug as you felt his eyes seeping into your back. 

“Nobody wants you flirting with them! I mean what’s your game plan, doll? None. You can’t show off your figure without showing men... you know...” Bucky’s hand motioned to your body as he took a long sip of his coffee and you swallowed hard, feeling humiliated as he very verbally pointed out your biggest insecurities and flaws. “... Not gonna cut it. Get Wanda to do it.” Bucky said before turning on his heel as he mumbled something about being late for another briefing.

“Dude, why is he being such a dick?” Scott said as he and Clint cursed out Bucky but you weren’t paying attention to anything around you anymore. Sam squeezed your hand and told you he’d kick his ass once the meeting was done but you just rolled your eyes and shrugged it off, telling him it didn’t matter.

You stayed quiet and dug your nails into the palm of your hands, hoping Bucky would just leave so you wouldn’t have to hear his voice for the remainder of the day. The silence was short lived when he spoke up again. 

“Um, well... Sam said you backed out of the assignment. Just thought that was odd. It’s not in your nature to actually back out of a miss-“ You stopped listening and stood from your bed, anger and embarrassment washing over you once more. 

You walked towards the door and opened it, Bucky almost losing his footing as you backed up to look him over. His long locks framed his face and his usual ocean eyes seemed lighter than usual. Did he actually come to apologize? For once he wasn’t frowning your way.

“The fuck do you want, Barnes?” You crossed your arms, disgust plastered on your face and you tried to think back when did you two started hating each other.

He always passed up on sparring with you, training with you, hell, you even overheard a conversation where Bucky told Sam to make sure your room wasn’t near his when you first moved in. It hurt, all of it but you would push through and be the first one to put him in his place. Wanda said it was engraved in you to be hot blooded. 

A part of you wondered if he just didn’t trust you; the latest recruit with the Hydra tattoos who was quick to call people out on their bullshit and the first to run into enemy fire.

“I already asked you, why the hell did you back out of the mission?” Bucky mimicked you and crossed his arms over his thick and defined chest, being a good height difference and towering over your frame as to intimidate you into answering. He knew it wouldn’t work, there was too much fire in you.

“Not that it’s any of your damn business but I gave it to Wanda. Why the fuck do you care?” Nobody got your heart to race as hard as Bucky and you hated that. Or maybe it was just him you hated. 

“Well, A, it is my damn business because whether you like it or not, Sam isn’t your only boss and whatever reckless decision you make, I need to be in on...” You rolled your eyes and mouthed, ‘Here we go again’, knowing well that it aggravated the shit out of him when you did that.

“Stop calling me reckless, Barnes! I haven’t been reckless on our assignments!!”

“You’re ALWAYS reckless, y/n! What the fuck are you talking about?!” Bucky yelled right back, your hands going up towards him like you wanted to strangle him. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I’VE DONE NOTHING BUT CONTINUALLY COVER AND SAVE YOUR ASS!” You screamed and you felt your face getting hot as he took a step towards you, meeting you in your heated blow out.

“I NEVER ASKED YOU TO! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING I SAY! YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ LIABILITY TO ME AND I DON’T NEED YOU DISTRACTING SAM OR ANYONE BY BEING YOUR FUCKIN’ BABY SITTER!” 

Is that what the team really thought of you? If Bucky thought you a liability, surely they must’ve voiced their opinion as well. It hurt. Everything all at once. 

Before you can open your mouth, FRIDAY’s voice rang out in your room, causing a sigh of relief to escape his lips.

“Miss Y/n, Mr. Barnes, a last minute mandatory meeting is being held in ten minutes by Mr. Wilson.” 

You looked down at your hand where the Hydra tattoo was and rubbed it subconsciously as the AI spoke, feeling Bucky’d eyes boring holes into you as you waited for him to leave.

“Tell him we’re on our way.” Bucky said, turning and immediately leaving your room, not bothering to close your door.

Fuck, his words stung. You wondered if Bucky just enjoyed breaking you apart. If he really believed you were still Hydra or if he was just that disgusted with you.

You wanted to hurt him. Badly. But you knew there was nothing you could touch him with. Physically, he could overpower you. Emotionally, he was guarded. You’d find Bucky Barnes’ weakness one way or another. Even if it killed you in the process.

TAGS: @hyperesthesias​ @fvckingavengers​ @buckywiththegoodglare​ @xetoilerouge​ @yanderespaghetti-os​ 

#bucky barnes fanfiction #javier peña fanfic #bucky x latina!reader #Javier x latina!reader #AU #Bucky barnes smut #javier peña smut #bucky fanfic #Bucky angst #narcos au

[chicgeekgirl89]

Begin Again: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Lisa Davis, Sonny Quinn

Summary: After her brush with death, Lisa is a little less fine than she’d like to be. Takes place during and after “Siege Protocol.”

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Davis was hurt and Sonny could tell from her brusque manner and lack of eye contact that it hadn’t been some minor slip and fall on their way out of dodge. Something bad had happened at that safe house and not knowing was making his gut churn. “Hey, Blackburn.” He caught the commander’s attention. “What happened to Davis back there?”

“Run in with a rifle,” Eric said. “Things got hairy for a second. Coulda been a lot worse.”

Sonny tried not to think about what that might mean, death being one of the kindest options for an American woman captured in this part of the world. He wanted to check on her and make sure she was all right, but they were low on ammo and if he didn’t get together everything they had they were sitting ducks. Conversation was going to have to wait.

He was in the middle of counting mags when Jason bellowed for him, drawing him into the next room. The sight of Lisa being held up by Trent, blood dripping down her face turned his blood cold. “Everything okay?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm even as panic lanced through his gut.

“Yeah get this thing working,” Jason said gruffly, yanking down a cable from the ceiling as Trent pulled Lisa from the room, still protesting in true Lisa fashion.

Once again what he really wanted was to follow Trent and make sure Lisa was all right. She could have a fractured skull or even a brain bleed if the impact had been hard enough and they were still hours away from help. His hands slipped and the cable dropped to the floor. He dove after it with a scowl and mentally shook himself. The faster they got things up and running, the safer all of them would be. He needed to get it under control. 

Clay walked in moments later, looking better now that Trent had stapled him up and gotten a little morphine in him. “Davis all right?” Jason asked immediately.

Apparently Sonny wasn’t the only one who was worried. Davis was a vital member of their team, not to mention a friend. Jason would make Lisa a priority, no matter what else was going on and Sonny felt a rush of gratitude toward his boss.

“She keeps saying she’s fine but she looks a little out of it. Trent thinks it’s a concussion. He’s got her on a drip,” Clay said.

Sonny let himself breathe. It was the best possible scenario given the situation. A concussion they could deal with. It meant she was mobile and not in danger of bleeding out. She would be fine until they could get her home to a real doctor.

It was all too easy for Sonny to find an excuse to stay behind as Jason rounded up the team for Mandy’s goose chase. His reasoning was legitimate, they needed to get their ammo situation under control, but he would have stayed either way; he wasn’t leaving Lisa alone again.

Trent caught his arm before they pulled out. “Keep an eye on Davis. I put her on another drip but she’s probably not going to keep it in.”

Sonny nodded. “You got it.”

Sure enough the next time he saw her she was back to work, still fiddling with their tech, doing who knew what with it. His first attempt at conversation went over poorly. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was annoyed at him for hovering or because she was hurting and trying not to let on. So he decided to go for a more jovial approach.

He knocked before entering, trying not to spook her. “You know uh, typically we push the rifle barrel away with our hands and not our head.” 

It got him half a smile. Not what he was looking for. He decided to push his luck a little further. “Huh, you know I uh, I really wish I was there Davis. We had just gotten to the safe house ten minutes sooner…”

She shook her head. “That’s not your job. It’s on me to have my back.”

She was blaming herself, which was completely ridiculous. From what he’d gleaned from Blackburn and Mandy she’d practically dismantled their entire setup single handed. “Everybody’s gotta have their six covered from time to time.”

Her eyes went back to her screen without giving a response. “You gotta ease up on yourself,” he urged, stepping a little closer.

She looked up at him and the pain in her eyes knocked the air right out of his lungs. “You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.”

He touched her shoulder then cupped her face, thumb stroking gently at her hair. He couldn’t help it. She needed him right now and to be honest he felt a little unsteady himself. Thinking of her, lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood…he swallowed hard. “I swear to you, I woulda burnt this city to the ground.”

Blackburn returned and Sonny dropped his hand. His emotions were all tangled up again in a way he couldn’t quite deal with right now, but if he’d helped her even a little it was worth it. Maybe they could do this friend thing again after all. It clearly didn’t work to pretend they didn’t care. So maybe a little friendship now and again would ease the pain of losing each other.

Her head was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to her wounded ego. She had been the weak link today and she was furious about it. She’d let her guard drop for half a second and then had to be rescued like some helpless damsel in a children’s story. It was an image she’d worked hard to avoid her entire career and she could barely look at anyone for the shame and heat that flooded her at what they must be thinking. 

It didn’t help that every, single person who walked by did a double take and immediately started questioning her health and wellbeing. How many times did you have to say you were fine before people left you the hell alone? Apparently the answer was “a lot.” And they’d probably still bother you after that.

Her life hadn’t flashed before her eyes like some cliché movie or television show. There hadn’t been time for that. Instead she’d had exactly one thought, crystal clear and completely agonizing: Sonny. Just his name. And the feeling that she wished it had gone differently. And the desperate, panicked thought that she wished he would come through the door and save her.

Not that she was disappointed it had been Eric instead. She was grateful. But also embarrassed. All she wanted was to go home, take a long shower, and sleep for a week. But they weren’t out of the woods yet, not by a long shot, and god damn it she was going to get them out of this mess if it killed her.

Which it might. She was standing on a desk, reaching to try and get some cables connected when the world went grey and she felt her knees giving out. She was vaguely of aware of Jason catching her and pulling her down, but the only thought she was holding onto was that she had to get the Satcom up. They were blind without it. She wouldn’t be the weak link. Not again. Not ever.

“Breathe,” Jason ordered, and she tried, she really tried, but her heart was beating rapidly inside her chest and she was so incredibly dizzy she thought she might be sick.

She didn’t want to go with Trent, she wanted to stay and help, but apparently she didn’t have a choice in the matter. She stumbled along with him into the next room, his arms the only thing keeping her from pitching to the floor because her legs seemed to have completely turned to jelly. “Easy now,” he said, as she practically collapsed onto a bed.

Sitting helped. “I’m fine,” she told him as Clay got up from his own bed, concern written all over his face. She hated being on the receiving end of that look.

“Davis, what the hell happened?” Clay asked.

“I just—“ She felt bile rising up in her throat and clamped her lips shut, grabbing onto the bed frame to keep herself upright, trying to force the sick feeling away.

Trent checked her eyes, probed at the wound, and then he and Clay decided to tag team their interrogation which made her really snippy. She knew she was being rude and childish, but it was annoying as hell, especially when she was so mad at herself. She would have to apologize when they finally got out of here. 

The IV did help some and she managed to get upright in time to help the team prep to head out, but she still felt unsteady on her feet. “How are you?” Trent asked before he headed out.

“I’m good,” she said. Her head was a little light but her vision was fine and who wouldn’t be nauseous in a situation like this?

He didn’t buy it, grabbing her elbow and steering her back into the treatment room. “You need another bag.” He hooked her up and then fixed her with a stern look. “Don’t move until this is empty. I’m going to tell Blackburn I started you on a second drip.”

“Okay, fine,” Lisa said.

“You need to relax.”

“I’ll just pretend I’m at the spa.” She gave him a fake smile and the look he gave back to her said he didn’t believe it for a second.

She ripped out the IV as soon as he was gone. Nobody had told Clay he had to sit around even though the man had a chest full of staples. She felt fine enough and if she had to lie to Blackburn about it…well as long as she kept herself upright he would never know.

She settled in behind the computer, picking up right where she’d left off before Trent had dragged her away. It wasn’t a surprise that Sonny found her there. What was a surprise was how she felt about it. All she’d wanted was to be left alone to wallow and shove her feelings so deep inside there was no chance they’d ever come back out again.

But then he went and made her smile. When she’d been pretty sure nothing would ever make her smile again. That stupid, Sonny Quinn charm cut through the darkness and the eyes he turned on her were so tender, and she was hurting so bad, and she found all of her feelings about the day bubbling back up. 

“You know, I thought I was gonna die Sonny. Right there on the floor.” She felt tears building as she said the words, as she admitted to him, and him alone, how truly terrified she’d been. And when he touched her, oh god, all she wanted to was to fall weeping into his arms. She craved his strength, his steadiness, the sense of safety and belonging she felt with him. 

When Eric came back Sonny pulled away and they all went back to work. But a small kernel of hope settled inside her chest. Maybe, just maybe, she and Sonny could be friends again after all. 

#SEAL Team #Lisa Davis #Sonny Quinn #Savis #Whump #Head wound #Concussion #Siege Protocol Pt. 1 #Siege Protocol Pt. 2 #Lisa Davis Whump #Begin Again

[lilacsos]

Day 1: doctor!au

A/N: I’m really excited to post the first instalment of the doctor series. I’ve had a lot of fun planning this out and I hope you all really like this! Let me know if you want to be tagged or fill out the form.

*Warnings*: mentions of childhood cancer, mentions of a car crash, drinking, language

Word Count: 4628

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Day 1

The interns fill the atrium in Sacred Heart Hospital, all of them preparing for the first day. It was a tradition in Sacred Heart for all interns to meet in the atrium as they met their residents and attendings before getting their assignment. With wide eyes and hearts full of hope, the interns took in their surroundings, watching the hustle and bustle of the hospital. Doctors and nurses walked, or in some cases, jogged off to do their job. Every person in this hospital was doing their part in trying to save someone’s life and for the new interns, this was the first day that they would get the chance to do the same. Every single person had a dream that they would save lives, cure cancer, and create a radical new treatment plan. Too bad those dreams would be crushed in a matter of hours. One of the surgical interns, Dr. Awsten Knight, smirked as he took in the chaos. This is exactly what he expected the hospital to be like; people everywhere.

“Welcome to Sacred Heart interns!” The voice of a cheery woman broke out from the muddled conversations and caused the large group to turn and look at her. “This is a very exciting day for you all and we can’t wait for you to join this team! This hospital is amazing and you all have the chance to save lives and work in an amazing environment. This job will build amazing character and give you all the chance to become wonderful people.” This woman had a pretty great speech and some interns took this small speech to heart and it caused a sparkle in their eyes. However, interns like Dr. Knight only rolled their eyes.

“Alright Dr. Buchanan, you can cut the shit.” Another woman spoke up, standing next to the previous woman.

“Holy shit,” Awsten mumbled and turned to the girl next to him. “That’s Dr. Rosario. She’s like the best fucking surgeon at this hospital. They say she’s on the path to becoming head of the surgical department in less than ten years. I’m going to work with her.”

A snort came from a young woman standing behind Awsten. “What makes you think you’ll get to work with Dr. Rosario? She’s amazing and you’re an intern.”

“Well, I graduated best in my class so that has to count for something. And I always get what I want and so if you think I won’t get to work with Rosario, you’re fucking dead wrong.”

“I’m sorry but are we interrupting your conversation?” Rosario's voice caused all sounds in the atrium to cease. Once the other doctors saw it was just Leah yelling at an intern, they went back to their business while Awsten stared at her with wide eyes.

“No ma’am.”

“Good, now as I was saying, this hospital will make or break you. So yes, this could be the start of a wonderful career for you but half of you will leave because it gets too hard and a third of that surviving half will get kicked out because you’re stupid. Don’t be stupid.” Leah took an extra second to glare at Awsten before she continued. “Each of you will meet your resident and throughout the day you’ll meet your attendings and maybe the head of your department. Alright, surgeons go to the third floor, neurologists you go to floor two east wing, oncology is on level five, cardiology you’re on level two west wing, the birthing ward is on the seventh floor, mental health ward is on the eighth floor, and ER, well you’re already here. Go, your resident will meet you there.”

At her dismissal, the crowd broke off, each going to their respective floor.

Day 1: Surgical Interns

Awsten and the rest of the crew made their way to the third floor and at the top of the stairs, they were met with three residents, all who began yelling at the same time. In the chaos and bustle, interns strained to hear their name among the noise. “Knight, Peterson, Williams, Davis, French. You’re with me! Let’s go!” A stern man yelled over the crowd before he began walking away. With a sprint, Awsten ran ahead of the group and reached his resident.

“Hi, I’m Awsten Knight. I just want to let you know that I graduated top of my class and I’m going to be the best intern you have.”

The resident stopped, causing Awsten to crash into his back. “Alright listen up Rookie, I don’t give a shit where you came from or what you did. You and everyone else here are equals. Now, if you want to be cocky, back up your claims.” Once the rest of the group caught up, the man continued. “I’m Dr. Stevens. Now let’s get a few things straight, I’m not your friend. I don’t care about your personal problems. All I care about is that you do not screw up. I’m in charge of you and if you make a mistake it all comes back to me. You do what you’re told and you’ll learn and you’ll thrive. Don’t be cocky, don’t be an ass. Follow me.”

Awsten nodded along with everyone else and followed Dr. Stevens. “No one likes a cocky intern.” The same girl from before whispered as she walked next to Awsten.

“Who the hell are you?” Awsten didn’t care about this girl. She was just another person that doubted him and his talents. She knew nothing about him and he was sick of her already.

“Dr. Peterson. And I think you deserve to be knocked down a few pegs. Just because you graduated top of your class doesn’t mean anything.” She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Just you wait. I’m gonna prove that I’m the best and I’m going to work with Rosario as her equal one day.” Awsten said with a snort before he sped up his pace so he left Peterson behind.

Day 1: Neurology

Calum slipped through the crowd of interns, waving as his attendings and residents pointed him out. Normally Calum would love to stop and share how amazing he is but he was on a mission. Day one of the intern year has it’s traditions for everyone, including heads of the departments. Calum slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, winking at the nurses around him. Calum was stellar at his job and everyone knew it. He was also really hot and so it was no surprise that everyone loved him. With a couple of goodbyes, Calum hopped off the elevator and made a beeline to Dr. Buchanan’s office. Without bothering to knock, Calum strolled into the office and flung himself into one of the chairs.

“Hey there Rosie Posie.”

Rosie rolled her eyes and dropped her folder on her desk. “To what do I owe the honorCal Pal?”

Calum laughed and leaned his elbows on the desk. “Today is day one and you know what that means. We have a tradition. All of Sacred Heart has a tradition and you remember ours don't you?”

Rosie rolled her eyes and picked up her file once again. “Listen here Hood, every head of department makes the same bet every single time. There’s no point.”

“Ok so everyone makes a bet that Hemmings and Webb will get together but we can make an addition to the bet. Let’s bring in everyone from all the departments. Not just department heads and attendings. Let’s throw in the interns and residents from all the floors. Come on Rosie, let’s make this interesting. We can get the other attendings and departments heads in on this too.” Calum grabbed the file out of her hands, easily avoiding Rosie as she tried to take her file back. After a few moments, she gave up her fight and relaxed into her chair. “Think about it. We can even team up this year.”

Rosie sighed and shrugged. “Will this get you to shut up?”

“You have my word.”

“I’ll do this only if we go to Kenny’s Pub and watch the interns get trashed.” Calum and Rosie shared a knowing smirk and shook hands.

“Great, now I have to go crack some skulls so I’ll talk to you later.”

Day 1: Emergency Room

“Alright listen up! My name is Dr. Olivia Mercer and I’ll be your resident. For some odd reason, you all chose to intern in the ER and while that’s amazing for you wanting to be in the thick of it, you’re dumb. This is going to be one of the hardest places you’ll work. You’re here to save lives but the truth is, you can’t save everyone.” The woman said, taking in the hard faces of her interns. “This is difficult and I know but no one said being a doctor was going to be easy. Now, I assume that all of you know what you’re doing?” Without waiting for any answers, Olivia continued. “Good because there was a car crash ten minutes ago and they’re bringing in the victims now.”

Michael stared at Olivia with wide eyes before he quickly snapped into action and followed the other interns to wash up. “What happened?”

Olivia sighed and looked Michael over, taking a mental note that he was the only intern that asked that question. It’s important to know what’s going on so you aren’t going in too blind. “There was a head on collision with a drunk driver. There was a family of five in the van the driver hit. That’s all we know right now. What’s your name?”

“Michael. Michael Clifford.”

“Everyone take note of what Dr. Clifford did. It’s important to try and get as much information as you can.” Olivia smiled at him but her smile faded when the emergency room doors flew open and paramedics wheeled in patients. “Everyone, pair off and take a patient. Dr. Clifford, you’re with me.” Michael nodded and stuck by her side as the other interns made their way to the stretchers. One paramedic brought over a young man in his late twenties and Olivia quickly got to work. “What do we have?”

“Dean Sheppard, 28. He was the drunk driver. We discovered a few broken ribs and a broken wrist on the ride over. But he’s bleeding from his head.”

“Alright, what first Clifford?”

“We need to locate the bleeding from his head to make sure it isn’t too serious.”

“Good. Let’s get to work. Welcome to the ER.”

Day 1: Psych Ward

Vanessa jogged through the halls, searching for room 1068 but the room was nowhere to be found. She just met her resident and while he seemed like a very sweet guy, she couldn’t bother him to tell him she can’t find a room. Besides, it’s not like she could find him in the first place anyway. Vanessa was quickly pulled aside by her resident, Dr. Peter Wong, and told that she won’t be getting any special treatment just because Dr. Irwin was the one who accepted her application. He doesn’t accept many people because while he may be incredibly sweet, he wants the best on his team. Vanessa made the cut while everyone else was here simply because they asked the right people. Everyone knows that you won’t make it in if you apply to Irwin first. He likes recommendations. So not only will she receive no special treatment, she won’t be given any second chances. With a huff and a darting glance to the other end of the hall, Vanessa quickly turned the corner but was stopped by a man. A man who she ran into. Papers flew out of her hand and floated to the floor while Vanessa crashed down, much less gracefully. “I’m so sorry.” She mumbled as she crawled around the floor, gathering all her papers. “I should have been looking where I was going and so this is all my fault.”

“Are you lost?” The man asked as he handed her a stack of papers he had grabbed.

“Is it that easy to tell?” She laughed awkwardly before she sighed. “It’s my first day here and I have no idea where I’m going. My first day as an intern and I’m already messing up.”

“What’s your name?”

“Vanessa Calhoun.” She stated before finally looking up at the man with her hand held out. When she caught sight of his face she thought her heart stopped. This was Dr. Ashton Irwin and not only did she run into him and fall onto her butt in front of him, she admitted she was lost. He was head of the department and he was the one that accepted her application and she just told him what a mess she is. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Dr. Irwin. I didn’t know it was you and if I had I would have- I would have, I don’t know.”

“Would have hit me harder?” He asked with a laugh as he took her outstretched hand and pulled her to her feet. “Don’t worry Vanessa. It’s completely fine. Every intern gets a little lost on their first day. What room are you looking for?”

Vanessa blinked quickly as she listened to him speak. “Uh, room 1068, Dr. Irwin.”

“Ah, Elizabeth has been with us for a long time. I can take you to her. And please, call me Ashton.” Vanessa opened her mouth to thank him but he began walking in the opposite direction she had been going the whole time. With a shake of her head and a short pep talk to herself, she ran after Ashton.

Day 1: P.I.C.U

Luke smiled at the Leigh family before he backed out of the room, closing the door behind him. James Leigh was ten and he had come in because of some stomach pain. After a pretty quick look, they discovered that James had swallowed the head of one of his sister’s dolls. It wasn’t passing through his system and so they needed to do a surgical procedure to remove the doll part. Luke was just happy that he didn’t have to tell another parent that their child has cancer.

“Dr. Hemmings!” A young woman yelled, catching his attention. It was one of the nurses on the floor and he hated to admit but her name escaped him.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” Luke asked, deciding it would be best not to guess her name and get it wrong.

“Well, I was wondering if you were free tonight? I know it’s against the rules for an attending to go on a date with any of his employees but I was thinking we could go to Kenny’s Pub. The whole hospital will be there so it won’t really look like a date if anyone sees us.” She smiled and leaned against the wall, her eyes full of hope.

“I’m so sorry but rules are rules. It wouldn’t be right of me to go on a date with you. I hope you understand. Besides, I’m working late tonight so I won’t make it to the bar anyway.” Luke waved her off before he made an escape to his office. He lied to her but really, what was he going to do? He was planning on going to the bar but he wanted to go with Marjorie. She was his best friend and after the day he had, he needed to be cheered up and she was the best at that. He slipped into his office and leaned against his closed door, shutting his eyes as he did.

“Karen try asking you out again?” He jumped at the voice but quickly relaxed as he saw Dr. Webb.

“That’s her name?” He sighed and plopped down in the seat next to her.

“Luke, this girl has been asking you out for like a year and you can’t remember her name? That’s quite rude of you.” Luke only rolled his eyes and laid his head on her shoulder. “Hard case?”

“A three year old has terminal cancer. There’s nothing I can do for him or the family. I feel so shitty knowing that I can’t fix this. And what sucks even more is that I know I’ll have more cases like this and the day only just started.” Luke closed his eyes as Marjorie’s fingers began threading through his hair.

“I know bubs but it’s life. You know what will cheer you up? Calum and Rosie have added a few rules to the bet. They’re including the whole hospital. And they’ll be at Kenny’s tonight. You know how dumb Calum is when he drinks.”

Luke chuckled but it left as soon as it came. “Karen wanted to take me to Kenny’s. I can’t go now. I told her I was working late.”

“You can still go. We just need to disguise you. I think I have a wig I can give you.”

Luke tugged away from her and snorted. “You’re very funny. I don’t need a wig.”

“So, you’ll accompany me to Kenny’s and watch the interns get drunk out of their mind?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Drunk interns are the best interns.”

Word about the addition to the bet that Calum made quickly spread through the hospital and soon enough, everyone knew the bet. Well, every attending and department head. However, all of the interns now knew that it was a tradition for them to all go to Kenny’s Pub after their first shift. A few interns always make the mistake of getting completely wasted and then have to show up the next morning for work hungover but no one bothers to stop them. Every other person in the hospital that was in the intern program has done it and so it’s fun for them to watch it happen to others.

The bar was packed to the brim with doctors, nurses, and everyone in between. Kenny, the owner, had to pull out some tables to set up out in the front and the back to make room for everyone. For the moment, most of the people in the room were interns with a few attendings and residents scattered here and there.

“This is so dumb. You talk a big game and apparently, you can back it up too? What surgery did you even get to do today?” Vanessa asked Awsten with a snort as she took a sip from her drink.

“I told everyone that I’m amazing and it’s your fault if you didn’t believe me. I got to take a babydoll head out of some kid. On my first day! Do you know how many people get to say that? Not many.” Awsten yelled and threw his arms in the air. “I’m incredible!”

Michael laughed and rolled his eyes. “Dude, just because you have a horn doesn’t mean you have to toot it. I’m sure everyone had a fun day today. What did you do Nessa?”

Vanessa sighed and ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “I ran into Dr. Irwin. Like body slammed him in the hallway. Do you know who he is? He’s head of the psych department and my boss.”

“I heard that Irwin doesn’t ever take applications unless they have a good recommendation. But he let you in without one? That’s pretty cool though so he must have a lot of faith in you.” Michael shrugged, trying his best to cheer Vanessa’s mood. “Was he mad?”

“No! He was beyond nice and he told me to call him Ashton! How can this guy be nice, successful, and handsome?”

“Talking about me?” Awsten piped up, earning him a gentle smack on the arm. “Look, if Irwin didn’t shit on you for running into him then you’re fine.”

Before Vanessa could express her worries, the door to the bar opened, catching her attention. Calum Hood was the first person that came in, followed by Rosie, Leah, Luke, and Marjorie. The five made their way over to a booth behind Vanessa and the boys, all of them wrapped up in a conversation. Without much thought, Awsten spun around and climbed onto his knees, coming face to face with Leah.

“Dr. Rosario, I just want to say sorry for talking at the same time as you earlier. I was just so excited to have the chance to possibly work with you that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.” Awsten chuckled, hoping that he could win Leah’s favor.

“Don’t do it again Knight. I’ll end your career. Stop talking to me.” She huffed and rolled her eyes, turning her attention to Marjorie.

Awsten sat back in his seat without another word and stared down at his table. Michael couldn’t help but laugh a little at Awsten’s saddened expression. “Nice try buddy.” He mumbled as he looked back at the door, seeing a few more people come in. Olivia, Ashton, and some random blonde came in next. Ashton slipped his arm around the blonde girl and Michael elbowed Vanessa in the side. “Nessa, look.” He whispered, keeping his voice down in a hope to make sure his bosses couldn’t hear him. “I heard from one of the P.I.C.U interns that she’s Irwin’s girlfriend. But I heard Hemmings fucking hates her because she’s been cheating on Irwin. Crazy right?”

Vanessa sighed and looked at Michael with a frown. “Did you think this was going to cheer me up?”

Defeated, Michael laid his head on the table and watched Olivia and Ashton make their way to the other table. Luke stood up from his seat and let Olivia scoot in so she could sit next to the girls. Once she was comfortable, Luke sat back down while Ashton sat across from him. “Chloe already ditch you?”

“Shut up Luke. She’s a good person. Leave my girlfriend out of this.” Michael could hear the frustration in his voice and he could only assume that this topic has come up before. “Besides, at least I have a girlfriend. Do you know what all the interns are calling you?”

Marjorie laughed as she answered his question. “Lu, the girls are calling you Dr. Hunky.” At this, Luke groaned and Michael stood, preparing to go to the bar to get more drinks but he was stopped by Olivia.

“Dr. Clifford. Glad to see you here. Ladies and gents, this is Dr. Michael Clifford. He was partnered up with me during the crash victims and he did an amazing job. I think I have the best intern.” Olivia smiled brightly as Michael’s cheeks flushed a bright red.

“Thank you Dr. Mercer.” He muttered before he ran off to the bar.

“I think you scared him.” Calum chuckled and wrapped his arm around Rosie and Leah’s shoulders. However, Leah quickly tore his arm off of her and downed her drink. “You gonna try to get with the intern?”

“God no! Calum, I can’t do that. He’s an intern and I have a boyfriend.” Olivia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“A shitty boyfriend,” Marjorie grumbled into her drink, ignoring the glare she received from Olivia.

“Look, let’s get back to you thinking your intern is the best. Clearly, you’re wrong Olivia.” Ashton piped up, which caused Vanessa to look at Awsten with wide eyes, wondering if he was going to talk about her. “Vanessa Calhoun is incredible. She’s amazing with her patients and she knows her shit.” Vanessa’s cheeks burned bright red as she sunk down into her seat. The praise would be great if it wasn’t happening now. She was a little tipsy and she was almost certain that Ashton didn’t know that she was there, listening to him.

“She ran into you right?” Luke asked, laughing as Ashton nodded. “Well, at least she’s good with the patients. You accepted her without a letter of rec yeah?” With another nod from Ashton, Luke continued. “So she either must show a ton of promise or she’s shit but can be taught. And with the way you talked about her, I think you found a genius. What about you Leah? Any fun interns?”

“I haven’t dealt with many today and I don’t want to deal with them ever again.” Awsten could feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of his head and he too began to sink down in his seat. “Let’s just say I always get the cocky interns.”

“That’s what you get for going into surgery,” Marjorie said with a shrug, her head coming to rest on Luke’s shoulder.

Michael returned from the bar and noticed the tops of his friends’ heads peeking above the table. “Is there any reason why you both are on the floor?” There was no verbal answer from either of them but Vanessa did point behind her. Michael followed her direction and nodded in understanding. “Bosses talking about you?”

“Yep.” Leah snorted as she grabbed the drink sitting in front of Ashton. At his annoyed expression, Leah sighed and took a sip. “You’re DD, shut up.”

Michael took a seat next to Awsten and handed him a drink. “To be fair Awsten, you did interrupt her.” With a groan of embarrassment, Awsten took a sip of his drink and glared at his newfound friend.

“Fuck you pal. I hope you get a crazy dude in the ER tomorrow.”

The rest of the evening for the three interns was spent trying to listen in on their boss’ conversation without being too obvious. There wasn’t much the interns learned about their attendings, residents, and heads of departments. They really only talked about their cases and while that is very interesting, this wasn’t what they wanted to hear about. Just before the three of them decided to call it a night, there was the sound of rustling behind them. The other doctors were all gathering their things and preparing to leave.

“Dr. Calhoun, I didn’t know you were here. You did an amazing job today.” Ashton smiled as he caught sight of Vanessa. However, Vanessa sat there with her mouth wide open as she looked at her boss. She couldn’t find the words to answer him but luckily for her, Michael was happy to answer for her.

“Please excuse Nessa, she gets a little nervous.” Michael chuckled and dodged the punch Vanessa tried to land.

“Nessa? That’s cute. Ashton, intern or not, we like her and she’s cute.”

“Alright, Jorie it’s time for you to go., Ashton mumbled and blushed darkly, pushing his friends out of the bar. Michael smiled at his friends, helping both of them stand on their feet.

“That could have been much worse. Besides, it’s getting late and if we’re planning to be the only interns without a hangover, it’s time we get going.” Michael threw his arms around Vanessa’s and Awsten’s shoulders, carefully leading them out to the front of the bar so they could each get a cab ride home. “You know, they say this intern year could really break us and make us go home, crying and working somewhere easier. They also say that the friends you make this year will be your friends for life.”

“So I’m stuck with him?” Vanessa sighed and looked past Michael and right at Awsten.

“You love me.” He said with a smirk, leaning against the wall behind him. His smirk quickly fell as he dove into his thoughts. “Do you really think we’ll survive the year?” As if realizing he said all of this outloud, awsten quickly added, “I mean I know I will but what about you two?”

Michael and Vanessa shared a knowing look before Michael answered, “We have each other. I think we’re gonna be just fine.”

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#5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #doctor!michael #doctor!au #doctor!sos #luke hemmings #doctor!luke #ashton irwin #doctor!ashton #calum hood #doctor!calum #awsten knight #doctor!awsten

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

“Why” tags are going here because Tumblr’s a baby who can’t handle all these words at once. :P

Why:

#but i spent my whole life absolutely CONVINCED that wings belonged on my body. it just... tok me a good long while to figure out Why.

#Oh THAT'S why everyone's freaking out over that post.

#at first I was like ''Wow this is Srentha to the core!'' And then I read ''why this unreasonable answer at the sight

#honestly this is why i'm basically addicted to empty-mind meditation?

#??? why do people do these awful things to Good People though

#i don't know how or why and i don't remember ever having Learned about That Letter? but my mind automatically knew it was 'hath' somehow

#Of course that DOES beg the question of why a LORd of CHAOS doesn't... you know. CHANGE it? ??

#first of all: REM WHY ARE YOU COMING to OHIO of all places???

#okay but. randy how did they MEET what's the STORY why are they HATING on TEXAS

#or like. a Sarcastic Joke because cyborg was once like ''why aren't you miss mary sunshine''?

#''What are you DOING. You RUN. ALWAYS RUN.'' and i was like. ''why bother getting into adventures if you're gonna RUN though..''

#I don't know why but I always score better on Customer Service Questionaires when I choose responses like ''I'm sorry

#i've never seen that still before and I CAN;T FATHOM WHY because that is FANTASTIC!

#I don't know why but ''novice suddenly ends up with super incredibly powerful abilities'' is one of my FAVORITE TROPES!

#I have no idea how/why but these just gave me Massive Leyla and Srentha Feels.

#my usual turnaround time for Dreams to Real Life is about two weeks. not sure why but it happens to like 7 people in my immediate family

#Especially with the bells. I don't know why but bells always remind me of that place. ~<3

#Nobody intrinsically knows how to solve problems that hurt another person. That's why COMMUNICATION is so important!

#also: Good Post re: Why Danny is So Actually-Great

#why does everyone spell ''bear with me' like that?

#i know right? Why did I never think of that??

#why do i love this so much

#that's basically why Evanescence became my favorite band. it's not all romo-/sexually-centric

#i've always read it the same way and didn't notice Why Everyone Stopped Liking Her but that also brought that particular Change to light...

#groans eternally in Tumblr's direction. why even bother with all these updates.

#Oh THAT'S why Eda could do glyphs! /joke

#thaaaat's probably why Fancie Word Choice has always been a strength in my writing.... {lD;;;;;

#velvet and sheer... why have I never seen that combination before? It's GLORIOUS

#That's probably why he's so good at spontaneous Travelling too. Lots of practice when trying to find her... /owo

#This is why House and Senate votes count though! The President may have a lot of control over the military but a strong H+S

#I know MC Escher was a master of this (whatever This is) and that's why he's one of my favorite artists.

#okay but I'm intensely curious why he didn't have a plan to take HIMSELF out and thought he'd have to rely on THEM dsfndsgmfhdgj

#I wonder why he'd need to attack/defend while shifted? Can he also use such magic when he's not shifted?

#but I think that variety is why her every new album is so refreshingly Different.  Her singing ALONE improves so MUCH with every album!

#the only difference is that I imagined the fire came with smoke and that's why her gasp was so strangled and she grabbed her throa

#honestly this is why i'm basically addicted to empty-mind meditation?

#i'm cleaning my room and i misplaced it. badfnmkngjf;lk this is why i hate cleaning

#but scenes like this are why i love DC's latest gen of animated movies

#that Friends As Family theme was super important to why i love the 80's comics too..........

#this is why i read fanfic

#i think she feels slighted in some way but i can't pinpoint Exactly Why let alone HOW.

#and it's like.. Halfo f why lapis's characterization is so Shaky for me? Because the girl barely talks??? And she has like 7 Speech Modes

#^^^^ GUYS THIS WAS ALERINA. This is the environment Dove was raised in! This is why losing her mother tore her apart! ^^^^^

#This is so so SO important and delves deeply into why language is so important for learners and general humanity alike. ~<333

#that's why my tag for Old People Stories isn't specific to any generation. it's just Shitty Adults Being Shitty

#I write primarily about OCs and I know that's why my readership is so low. I write stories for a Dead Fandom that has declined sharply.

#you know? so that's why my Affirmations Tag is like 60% Steven UniversE Content at this point. 8F It's Helping Me Learn!

#It's a CIRCADIAN THING not an INSOMNIA THING. I don't know why my doctors don't believe it's NOT the same as INSOMNIA

#oh is THAT why my love language is ''all of them''?

#and i hardcore headcanon ry ouwearing glasses when he gets older. so why not?

#i Suck at the aCTUAL DRAWING art but i'm i na bit of a fallow period with the org and personal life. so why not?

#i'm already planning an aviary for the doves. so why not? (they'd be Very Separate from teh raven though. for obvious reasons)

#let's add to the Emotional Whiplash of Today pile. sure! why not!!

#but i got the dvd and i have vlc so why not use them i guess? i already had it in the drive for the extras and this way there's .....

#She can hop dimensions so why on Earth-- ALL the Earths-- hasn't she Been Relevant to ANY multi-timeline crisis yet???

#yes of fucking COURSE Dove and the rest are in Team Transition too!! Why on Earth-- on ANY earth! wouldn't I transition them too?!

#so why on earth did danny chase get shafted so hard?????

#about WHY or if she's GONNA be OKAY or HOW or--

#So gentle and soft and concerned and really quite quiet and subtle... which might be why others didn't pick up on the Love Vibe

#but the last one I reblogged didn't have that specified! 8O i don't know why one of my special interests is Unusual Instruments

#why WOULDN'T you snog a snitch if it could bring your dead loved ones back though? Why on Earth WOULDN'T you???

#but it's about ''they're very different. but they're friends!'' It just never talks about why or how that's important.

#(i think that's her full name for some reason but i don't know why or when i heard/saw it. somebody please correct me if i'm wrong!)

#I must be an Asker. I've never understood why people are so convinced they Can't Say No if someone asks?

#i also think PTSD makes you react to fear Differently from Pure Adrenaline Responses... but i can't unravel Why right now

#And also at the time I couldn't fathom why someone would think she was autistic. because i didn't know myself

#god this foreshadowing was just. so sincere and heart-rending and when this episode came out I *DID* wonder why she'd say that...

#I'm STILL trying to figure out why Srentha thought Dove was confessing that she has heartworm. (i know she Does Not in fact

#at first I was like ''Wow this is Srentha to the core!'' And then I read ''why this unreasonable answer at the sight

#i can't figure out why though

#If my Harmony Core theory is correct: it would explain why they're playing their music So Hard.

#the fact that my first reaction was ''why though'' is..... concerning?

#raven's like How? Why The HELL. and dove doesn't have a good answer besides ''it felt like i needed it.''

#fun fact: i misread this as ''zatana zatara / MICHIGAN '' and i was like... ''why the fUCK--''

#i don't know why there's all this fanart of

#and also sugar skulls are delightful but you should really know what they MEAN and REPRESENT and WHY they're sweet and flamboyant

#if someone is passionate; angry; or distressed over a topic: She doesn't always understand WHY until they EXPLAIN it. If they do at all.)

#oh hey why was THAT line never a meme

#this is why we need

#but that doesn't make it any less FRUSTRATING because I've been wORKING THROUGH the pptsd and why won't it STOP?

#(because that's why we have to pay for everything from movies to individual channels now. let's be real)

#i've never understood why winter and fall were the only ~fashionable~ seasons for wearing black.

#I mean to be FAIR some of the government DID mobilize and that's why we got the Stimulus Bill.

#But DC... this bullshit is why we can't have nice things

#and as soon as I looked it up: y first thought was ''Oh is that why we call them Abner?'' My second was ''Is that what *I* am?''

#also if you're as powerful as zee it probably comes second-nature so why WOULDN'T you throw it around to stop an argument?

#okay but if SPINEL doesn't know then how/why would BLUE know

#what? no i didn't just stare at this for a solid two minutes and read it over five times. no.. why would I do that?

#that's because it's not ''cool'' to hate on it so why would it be ''cool'' to like it ironically?

#why WOULDN'T you snog a snitch if it could bring your dead loved ones back though? Why on Earth WOULDN'T you???

#but it's not like a ragey angry thing. it's like........ war of attrition? why yes i think i WILL sign the 47th petition for the same thing

#over and over again and rewound and replayed until i got the whole spell written down. why YES I'm a little hyperfixated! why do you ask!!!

#tag game #rhs blog

[nixie-deangel]

For @cap-ironman‘s Mid Year Exchange!!

I got to write something based on the awesome, and talented @maru-draws! I choose to use this amazing piece as my inspiration! 

Rating/Warnings: Teen +; No Archive Warnings Apply.

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark.

Tags: Fluff; Set in season one; Episode 2; Angst; Nightmares; Love; Established Relationship; Married Stony; Steve not being okay with Tony losing the arc reactor; Mentions of Violence; but no actual violence to be found; Steve just has vivid nightmares. 

Steve sprints over, crashing to his knees he reaches out with trembling hands and carefully turns Tony’s body over. He feels his throat tighten, close up as he stares down in horror at the large, gaping hole where Tony’s heart should be.

“Remember how far I went to pull your butt out of the fire?” Tony says, tries to joke, his face pinched in pain, body wincing with every breath he tries to take.

“Tony,” Steve shooting up suddenly in bed as he yells out, his body shuddering, chest heaving and stares into the pitch darkness of his room, as he tries to suck in air. Tilting his head down, he tries to slow his breathing, doing the exercises like the team had taught him to do, desperately trying to calm himself down before his partner notices he’s shaking the bed with how hard he himself is trembling.

“Steve?”

He flinches, pressing himself hard against the headboard, at the sudden noise, before snapping his head to the side and feels his face crumble, his eyes water as he watches the blurry vision of Tony roll over, letting the comforter slide down so the glow of his reactor lit up the room.

“Hey, hey,” Tony murmurs, pushing himself up to sit next to Steve. He curls his hands into fists so he doesn’t reach out — they’d learn the hard way unfortunately that Steve didn’t always react best at times like this to being touched after a nightmare — and waits until Steve shows he’s listening, that he’s aware he’s not alone. “Steve?”

“I’m sorry,” he answers finally, voice wet and small as he curls in on himself, trying to make himself seem smaller. “Didn’t mean to wake you, honey. Go back to sleep.” He moves, lifting the blankets as he turns, ready to climb out and let Tony drift back off to sleep but he’s stopped before he can even turn to place his feet on the ground — God, he must really be off balance if he can’t move quick enough to stop being a bother — by Tony reaching out and gently tapping Steve’s shoulder, causing the man to freeze, near still as a statute.

“Steve, can I, can I hug you?” Tony keeps his voice soft and soothing, and he keeps himself as still as he can as he waits.

Swallowing, he stays still, his arm, with blankets in hand, hovering in the air for long moments before he lets them drop and moves to plant his feet on the ground as he bends, hunching in on himself and says in a small, broken voice, “Yes.”

Tony slowly shifts around, and carefully engulfs Steve, sliding his legs on either side of Steve’s, wrapping his arms around his middle — Steve shivers when the coldness of the arc reactor presses into his overheated skin — and resting his head against his shoulder. Turning his head, Tony presses a feather-light kiss before asking, “Do you want to talk about it? Or do you need me to ramble, or should we just sit in silence for a while, if that’s what you need.”

Swallowing, once, then again, he tries to open his mouth to answer, but all that slips past Steve’s parted lips is a broken, gutted sob that has Tony tightening his grip, pressing more kisses along his shoulders blades. “I’m sorry,” he finally rumbles hoarsely, voice wrecked with emotions, “I’m sorry, Tony, I-I’ll go sleep in my room. I’m sorry-”

“Hey, hey, no, no, Steve, no, okay, no, you’re okay, alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay ,” Tony says, words tripping over each other as he rapidly rushes to assure Steve. “Okay, just, just, breath, okay? Just, try and match my breathing, okay?” He takes a big inhale, waiting until Steve mimics him, before slowly releasing it. “That’s it, babe, just breathe with me for right now, okay?”

Slowly, Steve calms down, comes back to himself, Tony still wrapped around him like a koala bear, murmuring every soften often for Steve to keep breathing with him, “Yeah, babe, just like that, doing great honey.” Eventually though, he quiets, lets the silence settles over them before he awkwardly clears his throat, “You back with me, Cap?”

“Ye-yeah. I’m with you Shellhead,” Steve murmurs, voice still rough, still raw, but he lets his husband take some of his weight as he settles back against him. “Sorry, nightmare,” he tries to explain but is quickly cut off.

“Hey, no apologies. We agreed. Okay, it’s okay.” Tony lets himself fall quiet for a moment before speaking up again, “How about we lay back down, that sound good? Not that I’m not happy to sit like this if you need me too, Cap, but I think laying down face to face might be more beneficial to you.”

Letting out a weak chuckle, Steve nods his head slowly, “Yeah. It would.”

Detangling, Tony scoots back and settles back down under the blankets as Steve turns, watches him for a long moment before shuffling down so his head was laying on Tony’s chest, eyes directly staring at the reactor glowing from the middle of his partners chest.

“Steve?”

“MODOK pulled your reactor out,” Steve whispers, voice raw once again, but he cuts himself to swallow thickly. “We. I. We couldn’t get you back to the mansion in time. You. You died in my arms,” he finishes haltingly after a stretch of, not quite but, heavy silence.

“But you did , Steve. You, and the team, you guys got me back in time, okay?”

“I know, but,” he trails off, and brings his hand up to trace the scarring around the edge. “I guess with everything with Skull, and the body switch, and than MODOK, just added up too much. You know?” Leaning forward as he rolls up onto his knees between Tony’s spread legs, Steve leans down to press a kiss to the center of the arc reactor.

“I do,” Tony adds softly. He lifts his arm up, curling his hand up to curl his hand around the nap of Steve’s neck. “I get it.”

“Sorry if I seem touchy for a bit, or clingy for a while,” Steve apologies as he tilts his head back to look up into Tony’s eyes. “I just.”

“Hey, you don’t need to explain. Trust me, honey, I get it.” Tony gives rueful grin as he guides Steve forward to press a firm kiss to his lips. “I’m gonna be the same way about needing to know where you are for a bit. After Skull and, yeah. So I won’t get upset with you, if you don’t with me, deal?”

“Deal,” Steve smiles, pressing another kiss along Tony’s lips before moving, shifting back so he’s laying next to Tony, his head on his chest so his eyes are level with the arc reactor. “I love you,” he murmurs once he’s settled back down, curled around Tony like a protective barrier.

“I know,” Tony replies cheekily.

Letting out a snort, Steve reaches down and lightly pinches Tony’s thigh in response, causing his husband to let out a chuckle of his own.

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De: September 1st, 1989 Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened? Students: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass! De: We were so tiny, happy and shiny Playing tag and getting chased Students: Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus! De: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping Baking cookies, eating paste Students: Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback! De: Then we got bigger, that was the trigger Like the Huns invading Rome

(spoken) Oh, sorry! (sung) Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school This is the Thunderdome Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon Students: White trash! De: College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June! But I know, I know, life can be beautiful I pray, I pray for a better way If we changed back then, we could change again We can be beautiful... Just not today Students: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo! De: Things will get better soon as my letter Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown Wake from this coma, take my diploma Then I can blow this town Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés Xavier: Watch it! De: Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze! Xavier: Ooooops De: Xavier Delustro. Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick Xavier: What did you say to me, skank? De: Aah, nothing! [sung, (Students)] But I know, I know... I know, I know... Life can be beautiful Beautiful I pray, I pray I pray, I pray For a better way For a better way We were kind before; (Oooh...) We can be kind once more (Oooh...) We can be beautiful.., (Oooh... Beautiful...) (spoken) Alastair Crowley. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. Hey! Pick that up! Right now! Alastair: I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me? De: Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant Alastair: ...You have a zit right there... De: Dear diary: (sung) Why.... Students: Why do they hate me? Why don’t I fight back? Why do I act like such a creep? De: Why… Students: Why won’t he date me? Why did I hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? De: Why… Students: Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for! De: And then there's the Rose’s. They float above it all Delilah Rose, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded—he sells engagement rings Danielle Rose, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants And Dexter Rose, the Almighty He is a mythic bitch They're solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed I would give anything to be like that Dexter: Grow up, Danielle. Bulimia is so '87. Delilah: Maybe you should see a doctor, Danielle Danielle: Yeah, Delilah. Maybe I should Logan: Ah, Dexter and Delilah ...and Danielle. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class Dexter: Danielle wasn't feeling well. We're helping her Logan: Not without a hall pass, you're not. Week's detention De: Um, actually, Mr. Sanders, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee Logan: ...I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going Dexter: This is an excellent forgery. Who are you? De: Uh... Delia Prince... I crave a boon Dexter: What boon? De: Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone... Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes Danielle: How about prescriptions? Dexter: Shut up, Danielle Danielle: Sorry, Dex Dexter: For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure Delilah: And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important Danielle: Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds Dexter: And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful Mascara, maybe some lip gloss And we're on our way Get this girl some blush; And Dannie, I need your brush Let's make her beautiful Delilah: Let's make her beautiful... Danielle: Let's make her beautiful... Dexter: Make her beautiful... (spoken) Okay? De: Okay! (The next day) Xavier: Out of my way, geek! Geek: I don't want trouble— Alastair: You're gonna die at 3pm! Two girls: Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert! Geek: What did I ever do to them? Students: Who could survive this? I can't escape this! I think I'm dying! Whoa Girl: And someone! Two guys: And a babe! Finn: Delia?! Students: Delia? Delia? Delia! De: And you know, you know, you know (Ooohhhh!) Life can be beautiful (Aaahhh! Beautiful!) You hope, you dream, you pray (Ooohhhh!) And you get your way! (Aaahhh!) Ask me how it feels (Beautiful!) Lookin' like hell on wheels... (Ooohhhh!) My God, it's beautiful! (Aaahhh! Beautiful!) I might be beautiful... (Beautiful!) And when you're beautiful... (Aaahhh!) It's a beautiful frickin' day!

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New Reality Pt 2/?

Fandom: MCU & The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x avenger!reader

Summary: After the events of Infinity War, while trying to find a way to bring back those who they have lost and defeat Thanos (Y/N) gets sucked into an alternate reality where the Avengers don’t exist. And in their place is a family of emotionally stunted superhumans.

After changing into the clothes that Allison let me borrow, she lead me down to the kitchen area. As we entered I saw Five rummaging around looking for something and Klaus sitting in one of the chairs at the table.

“Wheres Vanya?” Allison asked noticing that she wasn’t with either of them.

“Oh, she's gone,” Klaus answered simply not being bothered by it.

“That’s unfortunate,” Five added walking over to where the 3 of us stood around the table where Klaus was sitting. 

“Why did she leave?” you asked and Allison was about to reply, when Five interrupted her, “An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee.”

“Dad hated caffeine,” Allison told him.

“Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us,” Klaus laughs like it was normal for a father to hate his kids.

“What kind of father would hate his own children?” you questioned but it came out more like a statement.

“The kind that adopts seven children all born on the same day to shape them and use any means necessary to unlock their full potential and all that bullshit,” Klaus answered rolling his eyes like it was normal. You glanced at the three of them waiting if anyone was going to argue against what Klaus said.

But, number five just said, “I’m taking the car.”

“Where are you going?” Klaus asked his brother as he was walking away.

Five turned back and answered his brother, “To get a decent cup of coffee.”

“Do you even know how to drive?” Allison and you asked at the very same time. And both of you glanced at one another before turning back to five who replied, “I know how to do everything.” Then five vanished into thin air.

“I feel like we should try and stop him, but then again, I also just kinda want to see what happens,” Klaus said getting up from his chair.

“Does he just vanish like that a lot?” you asked when you heard a car engine turn on from outside.

“It is our dear number five’s specialty.”

“And I thought it was annoying when Vision would just go through the walls,” you smiled at the memory of your fallen friend.

“What else could this Vision do?” Klaus asked intrigued. But before I could tell him, Diego came into the room and said “All right, I guess I’ll see you guys in, what, ten years? When Pogo dies?”

“Not if you die first,” Allison told Diego and you couldn’t quite tell if she was joking or not. 

“Yeah, love you too, sis. Good luck on your next film. Hope it turns out better than your marriage, huh?” Diego bit back at Allison. I mean he was acting worst than Tony when he got like this. 

“Are... Are we leaving?” Klaus asked walking towards his brother. 

“No, I’m leaving, me by myself,” Diego said not wanting his brother to come along.

“Oh, fabulous! I’ll get my things. And (Y//n) can come with us and she can tell us all about the world she came from. What I have heard all ready these Avengers sound pretty neat,” Klaus said completely ignoring what Diego just said. 

“Neither of you is coming with me,” Diego said and walked off but once again Klaus ignored him and rushed to get his things. By the time he got back, Diego was already outside. Klaus grabbed my arm before I could argue and dragged me outside to the car where Diego was getting in.

“Klaus, I think I should just stay here,” you told him but he just acted like he didn’t even here you.

Klaus quickly opened the door to the car’s backseat hoping in and dragging you in with him saying, “Hey! Diego. You know, every time I close my eyes, I see a diarrhetic hippo about to shit on my face. It’s terrifying!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Klaus’s antics. 

“Terrific,” Diego let out softly.

You sat back and watched the exchange, but as Diego turned on the engine you watched as Klaus shook his head a little and murmured, “No! No.”

Diego didn’t even comment, on what was obviously happening to his brother and just said “Lean back,” as he put the car into drive and drove off away from this place.

“Klaus are you alright?” you asked worrying about the boy you just meet as he leaned back in his chair and clenched his eyes shut.

“it’s just the drugs he’s on. You get used to it,” Diego said answering for his brother but you just rolled your eyes at him and turned your attention to Klaus.

Klaus wasn’t saying anything so you took his hand into yours and gave it a comforting squeeze. He slowly opened his eyes and gave you a small smile as in saying thanks.

The rest of the drive to where ever you guys were going was in silence. But, you could see Diego keep glancing back at the two of you through the mirror. 

Once the car stopped you look out to see that you were at some loading type dock near New York City. But as you looked the skyline you couldn’t see the old Avengers tower anywhere in sight. Which made the reality that you weren’t even in a world where the Avengers exist really set in.

Diego turned the car off and got out and walked near the edge of the water and pulled out what looked to be a monocle of sorts. Watching him stare at the damn thing you couldn’t help but feel bad for the douchebag, obviously, something was bothering him. Sighing you got out of the car and made your way over to him.

Sensing that someone was walking over to him, Diego turned his head to look at you before dismissing you completely and looking back at the monocle. 

“Look I know I’ve known all of you less than a few hours, but obviously something is bothering you and it has to do with that monocle. And if you don’t want to talk about it fine, but I’m here if you need me,” you offered him and reached out to pat him on the shoulder when his arm hand shot out and grabbed you by the wrist.

“Your right I don’t know you. Your just some girl that came out of nowhere during and dad’s funeral claiming to be for some other reality. So don’t try to comfort me like you know me or know what I’m going through sweetheart,” he gritted out at you still holding tight on to your wrist.

“No, I don’t know you. But, don’t act like your the only person who ever has lost someone sweetheart. I have lost so many people close to me I can’t even keep count. I lost Pietro, Wanda, Vision, Tony, Sam, and many more. That doesn’t even include what was left of my team no my family when I got sucked into this dimension. So no I may not know what exactly going through that head of yours, but don’t you presume you know me,” you snapped ripping your hand out of his grip. You didn’t even realize your powers were going out of control till you a big wave of water surrounding the two of you. You took a deep breath to get yourself back under control, and the water slowly fell to the ground draining back into the ocean.

Your eyes meet Diego’s once more and you couldn’t tell if it was awe or shock that filled them at the sight of your powers, but you didn’t care and with that, you walked back to the car and hopped in the seat next to Klaus.

Klaus just started clapping when you got into the car and said, “Well nice to know someone can’t put my dear brother Diego into his place.”

You gave Klaus a tight lip smile but turned your attention back to Diego who was standing still near the edge before dropping the monocle into the water. You quickly looked away as he made his way back to the car.

“Gun shot’s reported on the 400 Block of Milton Avenue Griddy’s Doughnuts,” you heard the woman's voice on the radio say. You couldn’t help but be curious out he had access to police radio. 

“Diego, thank you for joining us, we have decided on, drum roll, waffles,” Klaus said as Diego got into the car. 

“When did we decide on waffles?” you questioned Klaus.

“Not me and you silly. Me and him,” Klaus said pointing to the empty spot in the car. 

“I’m gonna drop the both of you off at the bus stop. I gotta get back to work,” Diego said before you reply to what Klaus said. 

You watched as Klaus frown that his brother was just dropping him off and not going take us with him. “What breaking bones and cracking skulls?” Klaus asked sarcastically or at least you hoped.

“Saving lives, baby,” he replied with ease.

“Don’t tell me you're a villagante, we have a few those back on my earth. One of them runs around Hell’s Kitchen,” you groaned.

“I would apologize if I’m not up to your standards, but that would mean I care what you think,” Diego challenged you waiting for you to say something back, but you just rolled your eyes and looked out the window.

“Well, I guess its frozen waffles again,” Klaus murmured to himself or so you thought. “Yeah, I could do egg and bacon. But I’m trying to cut down on my pig products,” he added.

You frowned and looked back to Diego wondering who Klaus was talking to but all you saw him do was move the mirror back in place and put on a mask to cover his eyes. You suppressed a laugh as you looked at him with his ridiculous mask, you guessed everybody wants to be a hero these days.

Tags: @chims-kookies

#marvel #The Umbrella Academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego x reader #diego x you #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x reader #Allison Hargreeves

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Surrender (1/27)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence, PTSD, Psychological Manipulation, Dubious Nonconsent, Sexual Content Pairings: WashingtonxFelix, WashingtonxTucker Rating: M Synopsis: [Canon Divergence] In a world where Wash, Donut, Sarge, and Lopez end up with the New Republic, and Felix and Locus’ strategy to manipulate Chorus takes major adjustments. And Felix isn’t above exploiting a new found weakness.

A/N: Well. This is going to be.... something different, that’s for sure lol. Okay, so this is going to be much darker than a lot of my other fics, I’d say probably all of my fics, and it’s been something I’ve put off fully fleshing out and writing for ages now, but thanks to some encouragement from good friends, I’m about to bring some unwarranted filth to this fandom again. I am sorry but also not at all sorry.

I cannot stress enough PLEASE LOOK AT MY TAGS AND WARNINGS IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE. This is not going to be a pleasant fic once we dig into things, and it’s going to touch on or fully dive into all of the elements mentioned in the warnings. I do not want accidentally trigger people so please take some self care if any of the situations mentioned bother you. 

There will be explicit sexual scenes in the future.

And a special thanks to @goodluckdetective, @secretlystephaniebrown, @powerfulpomegranate, @a-taller-tale, and @littlefists for the encouragement/bullying to actually write this fic :P

A Subtle Change

"No one shoots my men but me!” Sarge roared from his position. 

The canyon they had been holed up in for the past several weeks was overflowing with members of the Federal Army that this Felix guy had been warning them about and quite frankly, it was difficult to not think of them as less enemy combatants and more canon fodder considering how unbelievably well their fortifications were holding up.

Well. All things considering since CeeCee had gone and mutinied on them with Dos-point-oh. 

All those considerations that were certainly no fault of Sarge’s own, of course, they were doing incredibly well prior to Donut being hit with the recursive blast of some sort of grenade. Which simply would not do! It wouldn’t do at all for anyone to be responsible for the untimely demise of Red Team that wasn’t either by Sarge’s own hands or by that of the hands of their forever immortalized enemies, no matter what Agent Washington tried to trick them into believing, the dastardly devils of Blue Team!

“Do you hear me? No one’s allowed to take out my men unless they want to take out me! So bring it, you cowardly, well organized, unthinking, white demon spawn!” Sarge continued to howl, getting up on top of his cover so as to make sure that the enemy had to look him in the eye as he slaughtered them wholesale!

“Sarge! What are you doing!?” Agent Washington snapped from below, yelling over his own return fire.

“Making sure the enemy retreats in the face of my boldness!” Sarge answered firmly. He then glanced up only to be dismayed by the lack of white retreat.  “Double damn! I told you that we should have made time for warpaint! It’d be working if you’d only listened to me, Agent Washington!”

“We didn’t have time for anything thanks to your fucking robot mutiny!” Wash snarled. “Now get down before you get yourself shot!”

“Ha!” Sarge called out eagerly. “One afternoon without that dirty Blue armor and you’re already talking insubordination like a true Red, Agent Washington. I knew that yellow stripes are a part of our dubious code. I went to Space Woodstock, after all!”

“Shut up and get some cover!” Washington snapped again.

Sarge made a few shots from the hip, feeling only emboldened by their position. His chest swelled with pride. “Looks like we’ve got this under control—“

He heard the crack of the sound barrier before he could feel it.

The sound was so loud and so sudden, it built the pressure around his head to the point that even with a helmet firmly on, Sarge’s ears painfully popped.

By the time the force of the hit was catching up with him and Sarge realized that his chest had been hit hard enough by the blast that it had knocked him to the grass, Sarge was utterly winded. His lungs were so empty that his chest was painful and as stunned as he was, he couldn’t manage to even gasp for air.

His vision doubled — nay, tripled — before him, and Sarge was left with his limbs flailed to his sides as he laid on the ground. It was a good day to die except even as the sky above him spun and blurred and tripled until nothing was quite making sense anymore, he could somehow still hear Simmons screeching at him.

“Sarge! Get up! I can’t…. Someone help! I can’t pick him up on my…”

The ringing kicked up a few notches and something or someone changed Sarge’s position because his scenery changed entirely, dazing and confusing him even more than he already was.

“Get the wounded!” a voice Sarge could not even begin to recognize managed to break through the surreality he was experiencing.

Everything was waited and heavy, he wasn’t sure how the bruiser managed to get Sarge over his shoulder and take off at the speed he was, but he could see he wasn’t alone.

Two other figures in tan and green were lifting Donut’s limp and charred form between them, heading in the same direction.

They passed Grif and his stupid useless Future Cubes.

“Grrrffff,” Sarge attempted to scold, unable to hear what stupid things Grif was screaming as he threw the cubes at the ever increasing enemy. “Grrrrff.”

The orange figure was disappearing more and more, only to reemerge.

It wasn’t Grif, though. It was the other orange that he hated. The not-Freelancer who helped end their quiet peacefulness in the canyon. That Felix fella. That…

He had Agent Washington hanging over one of his shoulders, half limping with him forward, half dragging. Washington’s head hung low, his helmet cracked.

“Are you getting to the cave?” Tucker’s voice burst through the ringing, he was racing up with his sword out. A fact that should have let itself open to more than a few jokes but Sarge could feel his spinning head slowing again. It was too much to take in.

“Yeah, get on in there, we’re gonna have to close up the cave to make an escape now,” Felix ordered. “I mean that like twenty minutes ago yesterday now. So come on—“

“Yeah, I hear you. Tell me who’s still not in the cave!” Tucker demanded angrily. “I’m not fucking around, Felix, tell me who’s—“

“Grrrifff,” Sarge coughed out, getting Tucker and Felix’s attention simultaneously.

“Right, which also means Simmons,” Tucker concluded, correctly. “Do you have Caboose yet?”

“We have Agent Washington,” Felix answered, like it was remotely the same thing.

“Okay, great, then give us a few minutes and I’ll get the others, too!” Tucker claimed, turning to leave when Felix roughly grabbed his wrist and yanked him hard enough to nearly send him dipping backwards.

“We don’t have minutes, you insufferable—“ Felix tried to hiss out only for Tucker to free himself and race toward the fight. “Fucking idiot!”

Sarge chuckled, despite how much it hurt. He had a begrudging respect for the thin mint. Leaving no men behind. That was almost Red Team worthy—

“Set the charges,” Felix ordered. “We’re getting out of here with who we’ve got.”

The words were unimaginable, catching Sarge not only off guard but they were so… wrong. The only thing he could muster out was a solid “No.”

The word was apparently enough as Felix looked around before focusing on Sarge. He tilted his head and leaned forward. “You’ll thank me later, Old Timer,” he declared before reaching forward and then—

Everything went black.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Washington wasn’t sure how, but he was reliving his greatest nightmare. Flat on his back, chin tilted back, head throbbing like his skull had been cracked open and splintered into a thousand pieces, a monitor beeping quietly nearby but not quiet enough.

Vision came to him in fish bowl lens flashes. A face he never knew, then another, then both. Muffled words, medical in nature. The sort of interest in his body and less his person that could leave even the boldest of men with a chill down their spines. Most of the time it was only a light, glaring into him, making him feel empty and bare to its insight.

What wasn’t a flash of vision fading in and out of his surroundings was overwhelming numbness. Darkness.

Things were not well. Things were not what they were supposed to be.

It was years beyond Freelancer, months since the nightmares, weeks since the nightmares returned with an altogether different ship crashing and an altogether different team being failed by his same hands.

So why was he surrounded by doctors in masks and hospital machinery again? Was anything in between the two dreadful memories real?

They had to be. They were. Tucker and Caboose. They were real. They were his team. He was a Blue and—

Sarge had been shot. They were in a canyon. Donut? Was he even alive? There had been a firefight.

They were winning. They were losing.

Washington was behind cover. But he couldn’t see Locus, and Locus was the one he was supposed to keep his eye on most and then…

Then his cover didn’t cover much anymore.

He was dead, surely, but rather than that reality he was faced instead with a gulping breath of air as his eyes snapped open. Someone was touching his throat. His throat was bare. He wasn’t in his armor or his under armor mesh. He was exposed and the hand was at his throat and he had to make it stop—

“He’s awake!” the woman’s voice called just before Washington grabbed her hand at the wrist and rung it back, twisting her forearm painfully until she let out a shriek. “HELP! ORDERLIES! PLEASE!”

His head was still painfully throbbing and he knew what calling for orderlies meant, he knew more than almost anyone else by that point in his fairly unjust life. Wash gritted his teeth and held tighter to her wrist. “What were you doing to me!?” he demanded.

“No need for orderlies, ma’am! Double-Oh Donut’s on the job!”

Before Washington could even process who the comment was coming from, two arms looped themselves under his armpits from behind and hoisted him back, nearly flattening Wash’s own back out against a broad chest. Almost immediately, Washington began to thrash without letting the doctor’s arm go.

“Let go of me!” Wash ordered. “Let-Let…” he struggled less, looking over his shoulder and being met by a very familiar, though looking particularly empathetic, look. “Donut?”

“That’s right, Washington. You’re with friends,” another sly voice said before a hand closed around Washington’s own. “So how about you let go of the nice doctor here without breaking any arms today, huh?”

Washington looked back toward the voice and saw Felix, in full armor, standing by him. Then he looked to the doctor’s look of sheer terror and pain, a disturbing flip in his stomach giving a measured response. “I… I am so sorry,” he said, releasing the doctor’s hand. “I…”

“You… were in shock, and had a violent reaction,” the doctor tried to explain, rubbing her reddened wrist while taking an extra step away from them. “It’s underst—“

“What the nice doctor means is that it’s totally understandable that you’d have a reaction like that,” Felix cut in. “I mean, look at your record.”

Wash stiffened again which prompted Donut to hold onto him tighter. “What record?”

“All of you with Project Freelancer. None of you have exactly had it easy, have you?” Felix remarked almost gently.

There was nothing Washington could think to say to that, fortunately, Donut was still holding on for dear life.

“You’re telling us!” Donut responded with a bit of a huff. “Heck, I was even supposed to be on shore leave!”

Felix’s gaze stayed locked on Wash’s despite the fact that it was Donut talking. Something about it was… unnerving. “Huh,” he said. “You look younger than I thought you would.”

The comment took Wash aback so much he physically came to a stop, which apparently had been the sort of reaction Donut was waiting for as he finally released Wash’s arms. “Excuse me?” Wash asked, still dumbfounded.

“Just a compliment, you look younger than you sound, crazy of a compliment as it seems,” Felix continued lightly with a shrug.

“Is it a compliment?” Wash asked sharply which then caused Donut to move toward him until Wash held up his hands and stopped Donut by his chest. “I’m fine. I’m not… going to wig out. I’m just…”

“Disoriented and greeted by someone who tends to be a bit too flagrant with his language,” a stern voice offered. A woman walked through, armor a military tan with bright, light blue accents. Her helmet was at her hip as she walked through, showing a distinct military haircut and eyes that were sharp enough to remind Washington of an old drill sergeant. “I apologize for Felix. When he was hired we were not aware that a mouth was coming with it.”

“Aw, Kimball,” he snorted with too much familiarity, though surprisingly the woman didn’t seem to mind even though her looks would say otherwise.

Washington could feel the beginnings of a headache already working on him so he shook his head once and waved his hands. “Okay, I need to know who you people are, what you did to me, and most importantly of all, where the hell my men are,” he ordered with as much ferocity as he could manage. “Because believe it or not, this is about as compliant as I am without any of that information, and my patience is already wearing thin.”

Donut tilted his head. “Jesus christ, Wash,” he muttered before growing overly excited. “That was amazing. You should give speeches like that more often!”

“Donut,” Wash hissed.

“You have a right to all that information, Agent Washington, and more,” Kimball addressed him, genuinely surprising the former Freelancer. “After all, we’ve all read the stories about you, seen the reports. We know that all of you have worked tirelessly to bring war criminals to justice and to bring yourselves to the honors you currently have earned. Yet you would, of course, know nothing of us.”

“You’re right,” Wash said impatiently. “We don’t know anything about you but the briefest of descriptions your paid mercenary gave us when he found us.”

Felix, leaned back against the wall behind Kimball, shrugged. “I’m not hearing a whole lot of thank yous going around for that, by the by,” he said smoothly.

“You want a thank you?” Wash snapped.

“Felix,” Kimball said thickly without even looking in his direction.

“Shutting up,” he replied.

With her attention fully back on Washington, Kimball took a breath and stepped forward, closing the gap between her and Washington. “My name is Vanessa Kimball. I am the general of the New Republic Army of Chorus. We are a small fraction fighting a large enemy, attempting to save our people and their freedoms from the former oppressive regime that would have seen us starve and die of disease after the UNSC forgot our colony. It has been a long and bloody war between the two fractions, and only hope has been fueling my soldiers throughout this all. And hope, as you can imagine, has been hard to find. But I believe in hope, and I believe that things happen with reason. Which is why, when Felix came across you and your men, I knew we needed you — we all needed you — to give my soldiers something to believe in again.”

Beside Washington, Donut wrung his hands, taking a deep breath. “Aw,” he said. “I’ve never been someone’s only hope — well, I’ve been someone’s only hoe but this is definitely the first time I’ve been an only hope—“

Washington was significantly less moved. “General, I can respect that you are an authority here, and I can respect that your conflict is heartfelt and well fought for,” he said, using every bit of patience he could to not let his anger accent every word. “But you are not our authority, and if you were, well, we don’t deal well with most authority figures. I’m not anyone’s beacon of hope, I’m just a leader of my men. And you still haven’t answered where they are.”

Donut leaned back. “Snap.”

“Damn, balls of steel,” Felix snorted again. “Even I don’t talk back to you like that.”

“Not now, Felix,” Kimball said, her eyes still locked on Washington’s. Her lips pursed in a way that told Wash everything he needed to know. Her hesitation spoke volumes.

“No,” Wash said darkly. “Where are they?”

“Your Sergeant is a room over, he cracked a few ribs and the doctors have him on bedrest for now,” Kimball answered.

“And… he’s staying in bed?” Donut asked, finally sounding half as skeptical as Washington felt at the moment.

“There is also… some sort of robotic unit that some of my men brought with them from the canyon you all escaped,” Kimball continued. “We don’t have many engineers to spare so one of our lieutenants who was a four-year battle robotics winner is handling it for now.”

“I hope that’s Lopez the First and not Dos Point-Oh,” Donut stage whispered.

Washington ignored Donut’s interjection for a moment, waiting for Kimball to continue with listing off their compatriots. When her lips pursed again, the fire already lit in Washington’s chest grew monstrously.

“Where is everyone else? Where the hell are my men?” he demanded.

“I wasn’t at the scene, I only have the reports,” Kimball answered reluctantly. “But from what we can tell, Privates Michael Caboose, Richard Simmons, Dexter Grif, and Private First Class Lavernius Tucker, did not make it to the caverns in time to follow the escape route—“

“No,” Wash said lowly.

“—and so did not make it to the rendezvous point prepared for the rescue mission,” Kimball continued/

“No,” Wash said louder.

“It is our current intelligence that they are captured by the enemy but alive,” Kimball quickly responded.

The heaviest of silences fell between all of them in the room.

It was terse and angry, though Washington suspected that a decent amount of the anger was purely from him at that time. And loathe as he was to be predictable, he concentrated it squarely on the only authority to be found in the room.

Surprisingly, even for Wash, though, he was not the first one to shatter the silence.

“That’s terrible,” Donut announced, a bit of a waver in his voice. “Like… That’s bad. I’d personally be ashamed if I scored anything less than fifty percent. You’re at… what?” he glanced momentarily at Washington as if somehow Wash was supposed to be following along with his logic, let alone computing for it. He then turned back to the general and mercenary. “You’re like at twenty-five percent! The only percentile lower than that that I claim is the proud-and-out eight-to-ten. Which is totally not the same thing and is way cooler.”

Washington’s mind was racing to process what he had just been told, and for the first time since… well, since he could remember at all, he was grateful to have Donut at his back. Figuratively speaking.

“Please, we understand your frustration, but as long as our objectives align, I believe we should try to work on our problems together,” Kimball pressed.

“No. You don’t understand our frustrations. And, frankly, you can’t. No one can,” Wash snapped, sending a deathly silence over the others in the room. “You say the others are alive. That’s what we needed to hear.”

With the ease of an expert, Washington pulled himself free of drips and monitoring equipment and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He anticipated the wooziness but pressed past it. Everyone seemed to flinch at the action but, at least in Washington’s mind, it was smooth as silk.

“Come on, Donut,” he ordered. “We’re getting Lopez and Sarge.”

“Alright!” Donut responded cheerfully enough. There was still a note of concern in his voice, but it was something Washington was ignoring.

His people were out there. His people were in danger. And there was something about all of it that left him unsettled and angrier than usual.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Felix called out after Wash, arms folded unimpressed across his chest.

“As long as the others are alive? I don’t care,” Wash answered without so much as looking in their direction.

Instead, he and Donut left right out the door.

Felix wasn’t sure if he was feeling more impressed or more enraged at the former Freelancer as he walked right out the door and nearly ruined everything he was working toward.

He made a mental note to determine which it was once he was away from Kimball and able to more freely be himself. Until then, he had an image to protect.

So he looked at Kimball in a somewhat charming fashion, gingerly tilted his shoulders in a shrug, and eased a quick, “Well, that certainly could have gone worse.”

The general was not having it, though she bought into the persona as well as usual. “I can’t see how,” she said icily. “You fucked up, Felix. You fucked up big time.”

Tersely, Felix reminded himself of his role, of his play. Still, he allowed himself to square his jaw and bite back on his molars before letting out a tight, “I know.”

“You’re not getting your full payment,” she reminded him, assessing that to somehow be punishment enough.

“I know,” he repeated, his temper flaring just beneath the surface.

“And I expect you to somehow make this right,” she warned him. “You heard what he said. They are invested as long as their friends are still alive. Of course they are, who couldn’t be? That means, we can still do something. We can still offer them help in return.”

“Believe me, Vanessa,” Felix breathed out calmly, the cool satisfaction of a plan forming in his mind, “I know what to do. And I’ll be keeping an eye out for our Agent Washington especially.”

#writing #rvb fic #RvB: Surrender #Agent Washington #Colonel Sarge #Felix #Lavernius Tucker #Franklin Delano Donut #Vanessa Kimball #Isaac Gates

[imsogladwecansharethismagic]

September 1st 1989 Dear diary,

I believe I'm a good person. Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year. I look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

KIDS: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

VERONICA: We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.

KIDS: Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!

VERONICA: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste.

KIDS: Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!

VERONICA: Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome -

[Spoken] Sorry!

Welcome to my school, This ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.

KIDS: White trash!

VERONICA: College will be paradise If I'm not dead by June! But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...

(A PREPPY STUD knocks a HIPSTER DORK to the floor.)

HIPSTER DORK [Spoken]: Ow!

VERONICA: Just not today. [Spoken] Hey, are you okay?

HIPSTER DORK: Get away, nerd.

KIDS: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!

VERONICA: Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town. Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes...

(VERONICA jostles RAM SWEENEY.)

RAM [Spoken]: Watch it!

VERONICA: Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!

(RAM upends VERONICA'S lunch tray.)

RAM: Ooooops.

VERONICA [Spoken]: Ram Sweeney. Third year as linebacker. And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK.

RAM: What did you say to me skank?

VERONICA: ... Nothing.

VERONICA & KIDS: But I know, I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, I pray For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful...

(MARTHA approaches.)

VERONICA: Agh!... Hey Martha.

MARTHA: Hey.

(MARTHA helps VERONICA pick up her tray.)

VERONICA: Martha Dunnstock. My best friend since diapers.

MARTHA: We on for movie night?

VERONICA: Yeah, you're on Jiffy Pop detail.

MARTHA: I rented "The Princess Bride."

VERONICA: Again? Don't you have it memorized by now?

MARTHA: What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

KURT: Martha Dumptruck! Wide load! Honnnnnk!

(KURT KELLY knocks the tray from MARTHA'S hands.)

VERONICA: Kurt Kelly. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. (Furious, to KURT) Hey! Pick that up right now!

KURT: I'm sorry, are you actually talking to me?

VERONICA: Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant.

KURT: ... You have a zit right there...

VERONICA & KIDS: (Variously) Dear diary: why.... Why do they hate me? Why don't I fight back? Why do I act like such a creep? (VERONICA: Why....) Why won't he date me? Why did I hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? (VERONICA: Why....) Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope here! Something to live for!

(The three HEATHERS enter.)

KIDS: Ah!... Heather, Heather, and Heather!

VERONICA: [Spoken.] Then there's the Heathers. They float above it all.

KIDS: (Repeating.) I love Heather, Heather, and Heather.

VERONICA: Heather McNamara. Head cheerleader. Her dad's loaded - he sells engagement rings.

KIDS: I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather!

VERONICA: Heather Duke. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants.

KIDS: I want Heather, Heather, and Heather!

VERONICA: And Heather Chandler. The Almighty.

KIDS: I need Heather, Heather, and Heather...

VERONICA: She is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

HIPSTER DORK: I'd like to be their boyfriend.

KIDS: That would be beautiful...

STONER CHICK: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me.

KIDS: So beautiful...

MARTHA: I'd like them to be nicer.

KIDS: That would be beautiful...

BELEAGUERED GEEK: I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats!

(VERONICA enters the girls' bathroom. HEATHER CHANDLER and MCNAMARA are watching HEATHER DUKE vomit into a toilet.)

HEATHER CHANDLER: Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so '87.

HEATHER MCNAMARA: Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather.

HEATHER DUKE: Yeah, Heather. Maybe I should.

MS. FLEMING: Ah, Heather and Heather. (HEATHER DUKE vomits.) ... and Heather. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late for class.

(VERONICA scribbles on a piece of paper.)

HEATHER CHANDLER: Heather wasn't feeling well. We're helping her.

MS. FLEMING: Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention.

VERONICA: Actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee.

MS. FLEMING: ... I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going.

HEATHER CHANDLER: This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?

VERONICA: Veronica Sawyer. I crave a boon.

HEATHER CHANDLER: What boon?

VERONICA: Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think you guys tolerate me, they'll leave me alone.... Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes.

HEATHER DUKE: How about prescriptions?

HEATHER CHANDLER: Shut up, Heather.

HEATHER DUKE: Sorry, Heather.

(HEATHER CHANDLER inspects VERONICA'S face.)

HEATHER CHANDLER: For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.

HEATHER MCNAMARA: And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.

HEATHER DUKE: Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds.

HEATHER CHANDLER: And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this girl some blush; And Heather, I need your brush. Let's make her beautiful.

HEATHER MCNAMARA: Let's make her beautiful...

HEATHER DUKE: Let's make her beautiful...

HEATHER CHANDLER: Make her beautiful... Okay?

VERONICA: Okay!

(Another day, another hellish lunch.)

KURT: Out of my way geek!

BELEAGUERED GEEK: I don't want any trouble -

RAM: You're gonna die at 3pm!

REPUBLICANETTE & NEW WAVE GIRL: Don't you dare touch me! Get away, pervert!

BELEAGUERED GEEK: What'd I ever do to them?

KIDS: Who could survive this? I can't escape this! I think I'm dying!

MS. FLEMING: Who's that with Heather?

(THE HEATHERS enter again...)

KIDS: Whoa. Heather, Heather, Heather...

NEW WAVE GIRL: And... someone!

KIDS: Heather, Heather, Heather...

GOWAN & COACH: And a babe!

KIDS: Heather, Heather, Heather...

MARTHA: Veronica?!

KIDS: Veronica? Veronica? Veronica?!

(THE HEATHER part, revealing a smoking hot VERONICA who has been given a make-over.)

VERONICA & KIDS: (Variously.) And ya know, ya know, ya know life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels... My God, it's beautiful! I might be beautiful And when you're beautiful... It's a beautiful frickin' day!

KIDS: Heather... Veronica! Heather! Heather! Heather... Veronica!

VERONICA: Veronica! Veronica!

KIDS: Veronica! Veronica!

#yeeeeeeeeeee #heathers #heathers the musical #september 1st

[sunflowerhavens]

“VERONICA [Spoken]: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I’m a good person.  Ya know, I think there’s good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year.  I look around at all these kids I’ve known all my life and I ask myself: What happened? KIDS: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass! VERONICA: We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased. KIDS: Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus! VERONICA: Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste. KIDS: Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback! VERONICA: Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome - [Spoken] Sorry! Welcome to my school, This ain’t no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we’re graduating soon. KIDS: White trash! VERONICA: College will be paradise If I’m not dead by June! But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way. If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful… (A PREPPY STUD knocks a HIPSTER DORK to the floor.) HIPSTER DORK [Spoken]: Ow! VERONICA: Just not today. [Spoken] Hey, are you okay? HIPSTER DORK: Get away, nerd. KIDS: Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo! VERONICA: Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town. Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes… (VERONICA jostles RAM SWEENEY.) RAM [Spoken]: Watch it! VERONICA: Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze! (RAM upends VERONICA’S lunch tray.) RAM: Ooooops. VERONICA [Spoken]: Ram Sweeney. Third year as linebacker.  And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK. RAM: What did you say to me skank? VERONICA: … Nothing. VERONICA & KIDS: But I know, I know, I know… Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, I pray For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful… (MARTHA approaches.) VERONICA: Agh!… Hey Martha. MARTHA: Hey. (MARTHA helps VERONICA pick up her tray.) VERONICA: Martha Dunnstock. My best friend since diapers. MARTHA: We on for movie night? VERONICA: Yeah, you’re on Jiffy Pop detail. MARTHA: I rented "The Princess Bride.” VERONICA: Again? Don’t you have it memorized by now? MARTHA: What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending. KURT: Martha Dumptruck! Wide load! Honnnnnk! (KURT KELLY knocks the tray from MARTHA’S hands.) VERONICA: Kurt Kelly. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team.  Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. (Furious, to KURT) Hey! Pick that up right now! KURT: I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me? VERONICA: Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend.  You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant. KURT: … You have a zit right there… VERONICA & KIDS: (Variously) Dear diary: why…. Why do they hate me? Why don’t I fight back? Why do I act like such a creep? (VERONICA: Why….) Why won’t he date me? Why did I hit him? Why do I cry myself to sleep? (VERONICA: Why….) Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope here! Something to live for! (The three HEATHERS enter.) KIDS: Ah!… Heather, Heather, and Heather! VERONICA: [Spoken.] Then there’s the Heathers. They float above it all. KIDS: (Repeating.) I love Heather, Heather, and Heather. VERONICA: Heather McNamara. Head cheerleader. Her dad’s loaded - he sells engagement rings. KIDS: I hate Heather, Heather, and Heather! VERONICA: Heather Duke. Runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but her mom did pay for implants. KIDS: I want Heather, Heather, and Heather! VERONICA: And Heather Chandler. The Almighty. KIDS: I need Heather, Heather, and Heather… VERONICA: She is a mythic bitch. They are solid Teflon - never bothered, never harassed.  I would give anything to be like that. HIPSTER DORK: I’d like to be their boyfriend. KIDS: That would be beautiful… STONER CHICK: If I sat at their table, guys would notice me. KIDS: So beautiful… MARTHA: I’d like them to be nicer. KIDS: That would be beautiful… BELEAGUERED GEEK: I’d like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats! (VERONICA enters the girls’ bathroom.  HEATHER CHANDLER and MCNAMARA are watching HEATHER DUKE vomit into a toilet.) HEATHER CHANDLER: Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so ‘87. HEATHER MCNAMARA: Maybe you should see a doctor, Heather. HEATHER DUKE: Yeah, Heather. Maybe I should. MS. FLEMING: Ah, Heather and Heather. (HEATHER DUKE vomits.) … and Heather. Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell over all the vomiting. You’re late for class. (VERONICA scribbles on a piece of paper.) HEATHER CHANDLER: Heather wasn’t feeling well. We’re helping her. MS. FLEMING: Not without a hall pass you’re not. A week’s detention. VERONICA: Actually, Ms. Fleming, all four of us are out on a hall pass. Yearbook committee. MS. FLEMING: … I see you’re all listed. Hurry up and get where you’re going. HEATHER CHANDLER: This is an excellent forgery. Who are you? VERONICA: Veronica Sawyer. I crave a boon. HEATHER CHANDLER: What boon? VERONICA: Let me sit at your table at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary.  If people think you guys tolerate me, they’ll leave me alone….  Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips and absence notes. HEATHER DUKE: How about prescriptions? HEATHER CHANDLER: Shut up, Heather. HEATHER DUKE: Sorry, Heather. (HEATHER CHANDLER inspects VERONICA’S face.) HEATHER CHANDLER: For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. HEATHER MCNAMARA: And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull,  I’d have matching halves. That’s very important. HEATHER DUKE: Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds. HEATHER CHANDLER: And ya know, ya know, ya know? This could be beautiful. Mascara, maybe some lip gloss, and we’re on our way. Get this girl some blush; And Heather, I need your brush. Let’s make her beautiful. HEATHER MCNAMARA: Let’s make her beautiful… HEATHER DUKE: Let’s make her beautiful… HEATHER CHANDLER: Make her beautiful… Okay? VERONICA: Okay! (Another day, another hellish lunch.) KURT: Out of my way geek! BELEAGUERED GEEK: I don’t want any trouble - RAM: You’re gonna die at 3pm! REPUBLICANETTE & NEW WAVE GIRL: Don’t you dare touch me! Get away, pervert! BELEAGUERED GEEK: What’d I ever do to them? KIDS: Who could survive this? I can’t escape this! I think I’m dying! MS. FLEMING: Who’s that with Heather? (THE HEATHERS enter again…) KIDS: Whoa. Heather, Heather, Heather… NEW WAVE GIRL: And… someone! KIDS: Heather, Heather, Heather… GOWAN & COACH: And a babe! KIDS: Heather, Heather, Heather… MARTHA: Veronica?! KIDS: Veronica? Veronica? Veronica?! (THE HEATHER part, revealing a smoking hot VERONICA who has been given a make-over.) VERONICA & KIDS: (Variously.) And ya know, ya know, ya know life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, and you get your way! Ask me how it feels looking like hell on wheels… My God, it’s beautiful! I might be beautiful And when you’re beautiful… It’s a beautiful frickin’ day! KIDS: Heather… Veronica! Heather! Heather! Heather… Veronica! VERONICA: Veronica! Veronica! KIDS: Veronica! Veronica!

- “Beautiful” from Heathers the Musical

http://www.themusicallyrics.com/h/313-heathers-the-musical/2935-beautiful-lyrics-heathers.html

#heathers #musicals #music