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bakubub · 3 years

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Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

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"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

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Find part 3 HERE

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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We found each other- Part 5: Bitches and Jerks

*Credit to saucynewf*

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: After a few weeks of being back with Sam and bobby. Dean finds a hunt. Werewolves, but Sam can't help but yell at his brother due to his stupid action.

Pairings: Dean W. x Reader, Reader x Platonic!Sammy, Bobby is mentioned a little

Chapters Tags: Inner thought, fighting, yelling, running away from problems, blaming, screaming, angst, feelings, anger, description of blood, and wounds.

A/N: @firefly-graphics for dividers

Word Count: 2.4k

We found each other Master List

Dean Winchester Master List

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Here we are again, back at bobbys. Back in the same trenches of hunting. It's been over two months, I've been ignoring Y/n. Ignoring the true way I feel about her. keeping my mind strictly on finding hunts, cleaning my guns, and being what Sam calls a true asshole.

The true asshole that means I have no feelings towards anyone. Not even the random girls I being back to bobbys and in frank words fuck before asking her to leave. I've become everything that I would think Y/n doesn't want. If I become something she'd never want maybe she'd realize just how much I didn't deserve her.

I've been back for a while now, getting used to the shack-like house that is bobbys home. I'm not bashing his home, but I will say that I'm missing Y/n comfy guest bedroom and her oh-so-wonderful bathroom. I miss the way the house smells as she makes dinner.

'Look now, you left because you have to keep her safe, So stop thinking about her'

The whole point to leaving. Is to do something, but I can't grasp the idea or how it's going to work. So for now I ignore it, I ignore the raw feelings, and emotions that I have for Y/n.

Her warm smiles as she invites you into her home. Her gorgeous giggles, and laughs as she watches a funny movie. Her lavender and rosy scent could make me drift into a blissful mindset. She's a ravishing-looking woman, a shit ton of alluring features. Features that blow your breath away.

For now, I ignore that. Focus my mind on hunting. I've found a case, a case of werewolves. Focusing on any other than her is all I've got right now.

"So, Sammy I've found a hunt," I say as I walk into the small living. Sam didn't talk to me for the first few days when I got back from Y/n's. He hums, and Bobby answers me.

"Where is it, boy?" He asks. We've known bobby for so long now at this point he might as well be our father. Taking care of us since we were young when our dad was so hell-bent on getting the thing that killed mom.

He's the one that taught me about cars. Taught me to play catch, teaching me so much so that I'd hopefully turn out nothing like my father. He taught me all the basic normal boy things, so I'm forever grateful for that.

"It's a clear-cut werewolves case. A small town in Minnesota called Lanesboro. They've been having issues with a ton of missing people coming back claw marks all over their bodies. Two females and two males. The new article says that they were camping for the summer." I say, reading a bit more of the article to hear what Bobby or Sam had to say.

Nothing from my younger brother, but Bobby did have a few words to share with me. "I'll grab some silver, Sam grab your bags. Go with your idjit of a brother."

The huffing and puffing that left Sam were clear that he didn't want to come with me. Or even do this hunt with me. He got up all 6'4 of him passing by me. His shoulder bumping into mine.

I sighed and walked into the small dining room that's connected to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of Jack and pouring myself a hefty amount into the clear crystal glass.

Sipping and not judging on the liquid, Bobby came walking back into the room. "You know, maybe Sam is right." He said setting down the bag on the counter. The clicking and clacking bouncing off the walls.

"What do you mean bobby?" I ask a furrowed eyebrow showing my confusion. "You know what I mean Dean. You shouldn't have left her." He said. Pulling a few slivers knifes out of the bag, and placing them on the counter.

"Yeah Sam is right, but I can't drag her back into this life. You should her Bobby. She's got a good home, there are no monsters hunting her down. She at peace, and I have no intentions of putting her in danger." I say before now jugging the rest of the hot liquid. My throat burns as it runs down.

"Look, Dean. I've known you since damn well you were a baby. I know when you are 'Head over heels" for a girl. Yes, she is at peace, but remember this isn't just about her." Bobby said, Sam, coming into the room stopping our conversation.

"If we are going Dean, then let's go now," Sam said his short and harsh tone telling me that he is still very upset with me. Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder and he left out of the back door, I got up grabbing my bottle of Jack, and putting it back in the cupboard, before grabbing the sliver knives on the counter.

"Call me if you need any extra help, okay Dean." He says patting my shoulder and sending me out the door. The ride to the small town was the quietest it had ever been in baby. I didn't dare turn the radio on knowing that would only piss him off more.

The same crappy motel was our choice of living arrangements for the few days we'd be here. Doing this always reminded me of watching scooby doo as a kid. Solving crimes and saving people.

Like a told Sam years ago when I took him from college. "Saving people, hunting things, the family business" That's what we are good at, saving people, not ourselves. Saving ourselves from this life. We are meant to hold the whole world on our shoulders. We save the world even if we're crushing ourselves in the process.

Not that it's important.

Sam went to the morgue to check out the theory that it was in fact a werewolves hunt. I went out to the camping grounds, it was taped off by the yellow tape. I flashed my FBI badge to the guard standing by. My suit kept clean as I walked around the scene.

Their tents were torn to shreds, and so were their belongings. According to the police report, they had a young lady at the police station who had seen the whole thing.

So leaving the campgrounds I traveled back to the town. The people walking hand and hand gave me a shiver down my spine. A shiver of sadness, of loneliness maybe I shouldn't have left her.

Maybe we could have figured it out, not like she had much to figure out. It was me who kept us from having everything that we could possibly need. I think as I drive to the police station.

I roll into the free space at the station. Killing the engine to baby, Sam hadn't said much before he left for the morgue. It wasn't but a few minutes' walk from our shitty motel room. I sat for a moment in baby and reflected on the past couple of months.

A couple of months ago I was sitting in a nice old furnishes home. With a sweet woman laying in my lap. A sweet meal being made, the sweet life hitting me hard as I again realize that I'm sitting here and not sitting next to Y/n

'you're an idiot

I get out of baby and walk into the station. The cold air blast into my face. The young lady at the desk looking up at me, like I'm the very first man she's ever seen. She brushes her hair to the side, pushing herself in the rolling chair closer to the counter.

"Hi Sir, can I help you?" HSe asks a southern twang rolling from her lips. I smile that devil smile that can get me anything I want from anyone I meet.

"Yeah, you sure can' She interrupts me "Delilah" I sigh gently, before speaking again. "Well Delilah, you can help me. I'm here on official business' Raising my FBI badge, her eyes widen, and she gets up from her chair. Her face is inches away from mine now.

"What type of official business?" She asks, I smirk and she melts back into her roller chair. "Go ahead, Agent Collins." Her southern draw coming back.

I guide myself to what I assume is the Captain's office. I knock on the glass door, and he gets up with an angry and confused look. "Hello sir, I'm here with the FBI to talk to your witness about the campgrounds killings," I say another flash of this damn fake badge.

"What is the FBI doing here?" He asks his deep and very much not southern voice rang. "We are just making sure they're no crazy people messing up your investigation," I say stuffing my badge back in my coat pocket.

He leads me to another section of the police station. The meeting with the young lady goes as excepted, she claims that I won't believe her, calls her crazy. A few words like "Try me, ma'am", or "It's alright, I won't say anything". She tells me that she saw a man-shaped thing, with long claws and what looked like sharp teeth mawl the group of campers.

From that, I left giving the young lady a pat on her shoulder. I get up and smile briefly at the southern women at the front desk. Rushing out the door, and to baby. I rev her engine before driving down the road to our motel room.

When I walk in Sam's sitting at the small dining room table. Pretty much set way too close to the motel door. He looks up and notices me walk in.

"So according to the doctor in the morgue, she says that they look like they got attacked by bears," Sam says, his face looks tired, and he looks entirely worn out. "I've also got a place of where this pack may be out in the woods." He says, he shuts his laptop down, and toes off his FBI black shoes.

"Tomorrow Sam, we can go tomorrow. You look like shit, get some sleep and fight them tomorrow in the light." I say. He looks over his shoulder an odd look on his face. It's the look of 'I want so badly to fight you, but I'm so fucking tired' I look down at my shoes.

I hear the bathroom door slam, and get undressed into more comfortable clothes. Clothes that still keep the peach dryer sheets smell that Y/n uses.

I slip into the uncomfortable bed and fall asleep. I dream of her, she's in my arms and humming a wonderful song in the background. She's wearing my t-shirt my favorite. She's playing with my bread, Y/n loves when I keep my bread longer. She says that she loves the feeling between her thighs. But for right now she's right here in my arms. I have awoken abruptly when I hear Sam scream next to me. Sam is still asleep. A shitty nightmare cutting into my nice dream. I get out of bed checking on the clock, it's been my four hours. Sam's been having nightmares since we were kids. He'd scream and I'd come to rescue, and that exactly what I did tonight.

We don't talk about me waking Sam up in the morning, we just get ready for the hunt. Grabbing our bags and putting them in baby's trunk. The drive to the hunt was quiet. But once we got there Sam wouldn't shut up.

"You know you should have stayed." He says. "What?" I ask in return. Confused about where the sudden want for conversation came from. "Tennesse," He says, grabbing a case of silver bullets.

"With Y/n?" I question. "Yes with Y/n you ass. You know you should have just told her the truth instead of leaving." He says jamming his bullets into his gun.

Backing up before Sam starts to get anymore bitchy. I leave him behind baby, and go to kill the engine. When I come back I grab a machete, and my guns slamming the trunk.

Coming into the pack, Sam takes out two werewolves, and I shop a few heads off. Before we meet up in the middle of the area. He screams at me now. "She loves you. And you just throw that away!" He screams. I yell back, "No Samuel. I didn't throw it away. I saved her from a life she's already gotten out of!" Yelling as always hurt my throat, so when I'm met with an ugly monster, I slash straight through them.

My anger showing as I run and cut my way through the force of monsters. Again I hear Sam yell "She knows that you're trying to save her, but she doesn't want you to save her. God, you're the stupidest person I've ever met." He says the ringing sound of his bullets hitting the metal siding.

By the time we get out and have killed all the werewolves. I'm covered in blood, drenched in blood. There's another ding, the same dings that I've been ignoring since I left Y/n's sweet home.

>Hey Dean, I know you probably aren't going to respond. It's been 60 days. I'm a little confused about what happened. I heard you talk about loving me when you come back after Sam called me. I guess I'll stop messaging you. Thank you for the peaceful time you gave me when we were together.

That's it. I can't take this anymore I jam my phone into my pocket. "Let's go, Sam," I say, but he's reluctant to get moving. "Dean, you're covered in blood first off, second off I'm tired of yelling and screaming, the stupid fighting because, well because of you." He says, he sounds tired just like me.

"Fine Sam," I say. The drive back to the motel is quiet, but the tension is gone between the two of us. I've worn myself out by trying to ignore the intense feelings that I have for Y/n. Regardless of me trying to save her. I never gave her a choice, when the choice should have been easy because I wasn't supposed to get attached. But got attached, attached to her. To her smile, to her personality, to her love for others.

And I'm such a dick, Sams right. I left her after I claimed to be the better man after her mother died. I left her to be alone. To turn into me, she'd never take me back now would she? Why would she take me back?

What am I supposed to do now? I fucked up massively haven't I?

We Found Each Other Part 6

Completed on: 07/02/2021

Posted on: 07/03/2021

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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My Mistake part 2.

Masterlist

Warnings: Just friends fighting, Nick putting his foot in it, swearing kicking things lol

WC:1530

Enjoy x

“Ok, everything is booked, Carisi and Y/L/S you fly out Saturday morning” Liv pulled her glasses off looking between you and Sonny.

“That’s perfect. The arrest warrant was issued he should be in police custody in the next couple of hours. We have an appointment with the ADA Monday morning and trial starts on Tuesday. Y/N and Amaro I need you both on the stand. Hadid has spoken with the DA out there and they have found a judge willing to trial Los Angeles charges and Manhattan charges, I just have to go back now and find a judge willing to teleconference during the trial” Sonny smiled between you all.

“We still doing dinner and drinks later?” Fin lent back on his chair “Amaro you in?”

“Wouldn’t miss it” Nick grinned.

“You can all go ahead, I’ll meet you all there. Don’t drink too much before I get there” Liv smiled.

You walked out of interview room followed by Amanda, Kat and Fin. Nick and Sonny rushed out waving bye and muttering “see you soon”

“I’ll give you all a ride” Fin opened his top drawer pulling his keys out.

“Count me out, I need to get home to the girls, Sienna has her night classes tonight”

“You go, I’ll go and take care of the girls, just let her know I’ am coming. I was never going with him there anyway”

“Have I missed something?” Fin looked between you all.

“You don’t want to know” You said over your shoulder and walked towards your locker to get your bag.

You had enjoyed your night with the girls. Sienna stayed while you had a quick shower changing into tights and an over-sized t shirt. You cooked the girl’s mac and cheese, bathed them both, gave Billie her bottle putting her to sleep and then you and Jesse watched a little TV. She ended up falling asleep on you. You carried her into bed tucking her in and came back out settling in to watch some love sit com when you heard the door open and shut,

“Hey Y/N” Amanda rounded the corner followed by Sonny and Nick “How were the girls?”

“Fine” you snapped “They are both asleep, I’ll leave you guys too it”

You went to walk to the front door to grab your stuff when Sonny grabbed your arm and pulled you back as you walked past,

“I’ am not dealing with you like this for the next two weeks, if not longer- we don’t know how long we will be in LA. You need to hear him out”

“I don’t need to do shit Sonny” you snapped back “I don’t need to go, get Kat to take my place if that’s how you feel”

“Stop being so stubborn Y/N” you looked over at Amanda feeling betrayed and ganged up on.

“Are you kidding me right now?” you almost yelled “Your one to talk Amanda”

“Please Y/N, Lets go and talk somewhere. Just us” Nick took a step closer to you.

You took a step back pulling out of Sonny’s grip, your eyes filling with tears, walking passed everyone and rushing out the door, not even bothering to put on your shoes. You took the stairs down to the parking garage, Sonny’s truck parked next to your car,

“Y/N wait” You turned to see Nick jogging towards you from the lifts.

“Go away Nick” You opened your car door throwing your stuff in.

“Please just hear me out that’s all I’ am asking”

“So you want me to hear you out after you had zero respect for me, zero” Nick looked into your tear-filled eyes and you almost melted looking to his chocolate ones, your tummy filling with butterflies and all your feelings for him rushing back “Your only here talking to me cause Maria in the end didn’t want you back and you think with some Amaro charm I’ll welcome you back with open arms- it’s not happening”

“How much longer are you going to punish me” Nick snapped “You’ll just make yourself more bitter and no one will want you cause your hard work- that’s why Barba left you” As soon his is words left his mouth he seen the hurt in your face, the hurt his words caused you again and the tears rolled down your cheeks, his own eyes filling with tears,

“You know nothing about me and Rafael” you snarled.

“I’ am sorry Y/N please- I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t mean it. It’s my mistake”

“Seems to be your way Nick, say things you don’t mean, say sorry and then say things you don’t mean again. Clearly LA hasn’t done anything for your nasty temper” your tone was like ice.

Nick stood there and watched as you got into the car turning it on and driving away. He kicked a bin on his way back to the lifts making his way back up to Amanda’s apartment. Tears where running down his cheeks as Sonny opened the door to let him back in,

“Nick-what happened? Where is she?”

“She left. I said too much, I hurt her again”

“Come on Nick your meant to be making this better not worse” Sonny rubbed his face with his hand.

“What could you have possibly said that could have made this worse” Amanda looked over at him hands on her hips

“That she will make herself bitter and no one will want her and that’s why Barba left her”

Amanda sighed “Nick what were you thinking?”

When you woke up the next morning you really didn’t think it could get much worse till it did, but you were glad that you knew that Nick would have been on the way back to LA by now. You messaged Liv when you got home that night to tell you her you weren’t coming in, you needed the day off. She rang you the next morning to see if you were ok and when you asked if Kat could go in your place to LA she was less than impressed telling you that you needed to get your personal life together because you had a job to do and that you better be at the airport on time the next morning to meet Sonny. Music was pumping through your apartment,

I refuse to give in to my blues

That's not how it's going to be

And I deny the tears in my eyes

'Cause I don't want to let you see no

That you have made a hole in my heart

And now I've got to fool myself

I'll get over you I know I will

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking (I'll get over you I know I will)

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking

And I'll tell myself I'm over you

'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking (king of wishful thinking)

Your suit case was open on the floor and all your clothes on your bed, knowing it was going to be better to over pack then under pack, just in case you were stuck in LA longer than planned, when you heard loud knocks on the door. You rushed out opening it to Sonny standing there with his suit case and back pack. You frowned at him looking between him and the case,

“What are you doing here?” you moved out of the way to let him in.

“Staying the night to make sure you get on that plane tomorrow. You still mad at me?” Sonny walked in the door pulling his bag in, sitting his back pack on top and turned to look at you as you closed the door.

“You should be a Detective when you grow up”

“I’ am sorry about last night, Amanda and I-“

“Ganged up on me. He hasn’t changed Sonny don’t you see that. You weren’t there, you didn’t hear what he said to me last night or that night. How he said it, how he makes me feel. I was in love with him and he done what he did. And then clearly he knew about Rafael to say what he said last night cause he used that against me as well. Who told him that by the way? Cause clearly he doesn’t know the whole story”

“I did, but only in passing conversation when I was at your place one night and he asked why I was there. He thought we were together, if only he knew” Sonny’s cheeks turned red.

“Asshole” you scoffed “Don’t think that getting me out to LA is going to change my mind about him. We have a job to do and that’s it. You want to go out drinking and dinners with him that’s up to you, don’t involve me”

Sonny walked up to you hugged you tight. “Y/N come on- for me”

“No Sonny- he broke me and after what he said last night- maybe he is right maybe I’ am too damaged, but I don’t need him to keep reminding me that, I live with it every day”

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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Here's the headcanon-ficlet-thing I promised! Actually, sorry, it's only HALF of my idea. This thing got MUCH longer than I intended and I've decided it would be easier to just chop this whole thing in two. If I ever send another headcanon, it'll either be much shorter than this or I just won't use anon. Anyways, the death of Dick's parents had just been so SUDDEN and I started thinking, "What if Dick had some separation anxiety when he was younger that just... Never really got resolved? His parents were gone, just like that, and Bruce literally risks his life every day. That couldn't have helped my made up conflict either, I imagine." Hope you enjoy! (1/13)

When Dick first arrived at the manor, he'd just been so GLOOMY. Even after Tony Zucco's arrest, he moped around the living spaces and never seemed happy with how spacious the manor's rooms were. A handful of times, Bruce and Alfred had caught him crying in the emptier wings by himself, but they had never really been sure what to do with the kid other than feel guilty. Sometimes (rarely), Dick would seek one of them out for a hug or SOME form of comfort, but it never seemed to be enough to truly make him feel better. It was no secret that Alfred and Bruce were not the most affectionate people in the world, and Dick had come from a very loving place. It was just another new thing to adjust to in his already new, unfamiliar life. Then Dick wanted to be Robin, full time, and neither Bruce nor Alfred could really say 'no.' Dick still wasn't happy- not for a while- but eventually, his mood started to improve. (2/13)

Maybe that was why no one initially found the boy's habit of waiting by the manor doors alarming. It was one of the places he visited more frequently, and Alfred originally assumed it was because he liked hanging on that specific entrance's chandelier more than the others. However, as the weeks passed, it became obvious that it was just a place Dick liked to hang out when he was waiting for Bruce to return from work or patrol. When it began nearing six thirty, the time Bruce's work hours ended, Dick would set up his homework or drawing paper on the floor and work just to the side of the doors as he waited for them to open. Sometimes he'd even hold a handstand or stretch for however long it took Bruce to come home that day. At first, Alfred didn't know what to make of it. But, watching the way Dick's face lit up every time Bruce knocked at the door, the old butler figured the small habit couldn't do any harm no matter how strange it was. He was just happy the boy wasn't still brooding. (3/13)

Bruce also noticed how Dick always seemed to be waiting for him after work, but ultimately didn't find anything concerning about the observation. Sure, it was a little strange to have such a large reminder that he was an actual guardian now, but he reasoned with himself that Dick would grow out of it after a certain point. He decided to just let the boy be and life carried on. Besides, he wasn't Dick's only person of support; Bruce had caught Dick watching Alfred work in the kitchen on a number of occasions with a concentrated look on his face. Without a doubt, the boy was finally starting to adapt to the manor's way of life. (In all honesty, Bruce had probably been too busy being relieved over the old butler's existence to judge whether or not any of his new ward's behaviors could be considered alarming.) (4/13)

As Dick grew more and more relaxed overtime, neither Bruce nor Alfred put much thought into his other developing habits. For instance, as Robin, Dick always made sure to check in with a quick "Are you still there, Batman?" over the comms everytime the line went quiet for more than ten minutes. Bruce would occasionally warn him not to call in when they were on stealth missions, but Dick never quite seemed comfortable with leaving the line COMPLETELY dead whenever they left each other's sight. On those missions, he'd sometimes blow softly into his comm unit, and Bruce would have to make some subtle noise back so as not to completely worry the kid. Dick even seemed to develop certain behaviors around charity events and galas; for example, he would always hug Bruce's pant leg at the beginning of the events and would only let go once he was made to socialize. Despite the fact that it soon became apparent the kid was far from shy, the habit always took place without fail, to Bruce's perplexed amusement. Maybe the kid just hated Gotham's elites? (5/13)

More and more little habits flew under the radar as everyone still seemed to be adjusting to the new lifestyle. Occasionally Bruce and Alfred would pick up on something seeming a little off, but at the same time, Dick finally looked happy. Really, a few weird displays of affection here and there were FAR from their concern so long as Dick's days of endless distraught were over. And so, once Dick finally- and TRULY- settled into the manor as his new home, a bunch of odd behaviors just seemed to be swept under the carpet and ignored. On the unavoidable nights where Bruce got injured in the field, there was no missing how the habits seemed to rise in intensity, but by then... They became the everyday normal and were never addressed. (6/13)

(The Justice League found Robin's behavior more bemusing than anything. Dick was still in the habit of obsessively checking the comms when Batman, on a rare occasion, asked for backup. "Check in, Batman?" "Still scaling the perimeter. We might not catch any activity tonight past a few petty thefts." "Alrighty. And, uh, Superman! Status update!" "Nothing going on up here either, Robin." "Okay!" Ten minutes passed and the boy's voice crackled back to life on the comms once more. "Is everyone still okay?" After that one particular patrol, Clark had sent Bruce a questioning look. "He's nine. Of course he's worried." Clark didn't push it- or anyone else for that matter.) (7/13)

It wasn't until Dick turned sixteen and started looking to be more independent that his behavior finally set off a few alarm bells. His check-ins had turned more snippy over the years when Bruce and him got into fights, but they never really stopped. The arms clinging to Bruce's pant legs at galas were instead replaced by a friendly hand on Bruce's shoulder, yet Dick's presence had never really left his side- only growing more flighty and uncertain as he got older. When Dick did his homework, by then in his last year or two of highschool, it was no longer on the floor but instead in the dining room closest to the manor's entrance- still started at around five or six just like when Dick first arrived at the manor, and still fit to Bruce's work schedule. It occurred to Alfred that a few of Dick's behaviorisms probably should have been checked out a while ago. (8/13)

"When you were Master Richard's age, you were barely home. It's normal for teenagers to want a bit of distance and alone time, but Master Bruce, he only stays after school for club activities. The rest of his time is either spent partoling around the city or helping YOU. I'm worried whether or not his behavior is healthy." Bruce had contimplated these words before giving his own thoughts. At the time, he and Dick's working relationship as Batman and Robin was becoming a bit more strained, but he still KNEW Dick. "I'm not sure, Alfred. He says he's happy with the friends he has, and he's always been relatively well behaved... Could it be that this is just routine for him?" Alfred disagreed and so the discussion continued. However, any plans they made to adress the situation were cut short when Dick got shot in the shoulder. (9/13)

Bruce tried not to feel guilty about firing Dick and then kicking him out of the manor. A little space would be good for the boy, right? For as long he could remember, Dick had always been just around the corner. It was safer this way. He ignored Alfred's angry, dissapointed gaze and Clark's furious demands to explain what the hell he'd been thinking. Batman didn't need a Robin, and Dick would be fine without Bruce. (Bruce would be fine without Dick.) Later, on patrol, there was a second where the comm crackled to life. Before anything could happen it got shut off again, and before Bruce knew it, Dick's check-ins were gone. Batman didn't need Robin. (10/13)

There was no missing Dick's sudden change. With the Titans, Dick's mother henning got turned up to an eleven. Dick was always somewhere in the tower helping someone, and no one could miss the way he was practicaly always asking if anyone needed anything. Missions and patrols ran mostly the same, but it was much more often that Dick could be found staying up late at night, going through evidence on cases he was working on. His friends did their best to be understanding, but there was no hiding the fact that Dick needed help. Real help. They urged him to talk about what was wrong, but even Dick seemed to be at a loss for what he was going through. "I mean, I got kicked out! What else is there to say?" He yelled one day. Roy tried to reason with him. "But there's MORE to it than-" "There isn't." "Dick, you've been acting off for months." "And I'll be FINE in a few more! I'm always fine. Stop worrying." (11/13)

Eventually, they did. After a few more missions, it was as if nothing ever happened. Dick worked as he normally would and he started running off to do his own things rather than hover around other people's projects. He still gave off a sense of brokeness but by then there wasn't much that anyone could do. There had been one week in particular, though, that things just seemed to... Shift. Dick had just discovered that Bruce adopted another kid in the newspapers and there were sightings of another Robin. For a second, he seemed furious, and they all remembered feeling VERY concerned for what the guy might do. For four days straight it was if he was too angry to talk. On the fifth day, Dick disappeared. He wasn't seen again until the next morning. "Dick, are you alright?" Something visibly settled in him and just like that, Dick was fine again. Still overbearing, but fine. (12/13)

Okay! That's all I have so far since I don't want to spam your inbox with any more text blocks for one idea. You probably noticed that this first part just goes over more HOW Dick behaved when he was younger. The second part to this will focus more on everyone realizing that Dick had some repressed trauma going on, and the consequences it's had on him for never adressing said trauma. (Also Bruce, you shouldn't have kicked your teenage son out of the house. That didn't help.) Some of Dick's coping mechanisms when it comes to dealing with Bruce will probably also be questioned, but with the time away from Bruce, don't worry- Dick will be more obviously independent. He knew he wasn't in the best place. I'll send you the second part whenever I get done with it, which shouldn't take too long. Thanks for being excited to read my head canon and ideas! (13/13)

hey babe. this is,,,,,,oh my god. i love it so much. well actually i hated it because it was full of angst and it made me feel emotions and AGH. but also i loved it and god i can’t wait for the next part. you have NO IDEA how much i need the next part.

also, can i just say? the fic portion itself (2-12) is 1.7k words long. with a little editing, this could be a full fledged fic you can post on ao3. you absolutely don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, that’s just an idea i’m throwing out there.

dick with separation anxiety sounds so so plausible, because that abrupt shift from living in a circus to wayne manor of all places must have been QUITE the shift. i really loved how you touched on all these different habits and quirks dick had growing up, and how those bled over into different relationships in his life. and i can’t wait to see how you resolve it.

and i have one more thing for you. this isn’t really the same idea but it’s got somewhat similar elements: i read a fic a while back about dick being touch starved. it seemed up your alley, and anyone else who liked reading this incredible drabble, i think you’ll enjoy reading it! touch starved by envysparkler.

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doing-all-write · 5 years

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i’m open

The one in which reader goes to Ben’s soccer game. Fluff and romance ABOUNDS.

Warning: mentions of sex and swearing. And major fluff. Like, so much fluff this thing is made of cotton candy and unicorn wishes.

It’s been so beautiful here and I was watching soccer on tv and really wishing for a soccer playing boyfriend and this is what happened. Hope you enjoy!

Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

"I'M OPEN!"

Ben's eyes briefly flicked away from the ball as he heard his teammate, Tim, yell. He brought his foot back and kicked the ball as hard as he could toward him.

Tim kept running, keeping the ball caged within his feet the whole time. Keeping an eye on him, Ben, the rest of the players on the field and the whole audience, watched, with bated breath as Tim kicked it toward the goal.

The goalie's thighs tensed and uncoiled as they pushed themselves toward the right, hands splayed trying to prevent the ball from getting into the net.

Time seemed to slow down as the ball sailed over the goalies hands, he could feel the ball brush past his fingertips as it slipped over them and landed against the netting of the goal as he collapsed on the ground, head hung, as cheers erupted.

"YEAH!" Ben threw his arms into the air as he raced over to join the giant dog pile that was getting dangerously close to crushing Tim beneath their excitement.

The bleachers shook under her feet as she jumped up and down, clapping and yelling. She laughed as she watched Ben fling his body on top of the dog pile. She tilted her head up and was greeted by October sunshine that seemed especially brilliant against the cloudless blue sky and the celebration happening around her.

The sun had done nothing to warm her though, the wind buffeting around her and the other spectators doing everything it could to whisk away any bit of warmth the sun might offer. But after moving around she felt herself warming up and judging by the players on the field un-sticking jerseys from bodies, they had worked up a sweat despite the cooler temperature.

She blew on her fingertips, exposed to the chill in the air because of her finger-less gloves, which she knew Ben would give her endless shit for when he saw them. ("Wouldn't it make more sense to buy gloves that actually covered your whole hand, love?" "It's not about staying warm, it's about the aesthetic" "Well quit trying to warm up your aesthetically pleasing fingers on my sides")

Biting back a smile, she accepted praise from the other significant others and family members that lined the side of the pitch every weekend to watch the team play. As she hugged Tim's boyfriend, she saw out of the corner of her eye Ben's team finally disentangling themselves from each other to shake hands with the defeated team.

She loved the community the sidelines had built. When she first showed up, she was worried it would be difficult to get to know the others, but everyone was incredibly welcoming and the atmosphere was always cheerful, even when the team was losing. A couple times, she had brought pom-poms to pass out to willing individuals and they shook them and came up with silly cheers to keep spirits high.

Her eyes tracked Ben as he made his way down the line of players. Even from a distance, she could tell that Ben was feeling immensely proud of himself. He was doing his best to be gracious but from the swagger of his step she could tell he was in the same mood as when they emerged from a bar bathroom after hooking up; cocky and failing to hide it.

As Tim's boyfriend (Kyle she remembered a second too late was his name) talked ad nauseum about how Tim had turned leg day into leg week just in case this exact situation were to happen, she just nodded and made noises of agreement in all the right places but was mainly focused on looking at Ben.

As Kyle gave her one final hug and bounded down the bleachers to go congratulate his boyfriend, she saw Ben, talking to another player who was wildly gesticulating as they recounted a particularly epic shot they had. She saw his blue eyes darting around every now and again. He was nodding and to any other individual it would seem he was listening intently. But she knew better. She knew he was looking for her.

She raised her hand and waved to grab his attention. His eyes locked onto the movement and a smile broke across his face, like the sun appearing from behind clouds.

Without any explanation to the teammate he was talking to, he slapped them on the shoulder and jogged over to where she was, leaving them dumbfounded that someone could leave in the middle of such a great story.

Her smile grew bigger as she carefully stepped down from her spot on the bleachers to meet him. She landed on the last metallic step before the ground and looked up to find herself eye level with Ben's gaze.

"Hello, beautiful." He smiled even wider as her pink cheeks grew even pinker at the compliment.

"Hi, yourself." She muttered back as she found herself smiling wider at the flushed boy before her.

"So? What did you think?" He asked as he held out his hands, palms up to her. She glanced down and laid her own hands on top of his as she giggled,

"It was the best soccer game I've ever been to."

Ben rolled his eyes, "It's football. Honestly. You'd think you'd have learned that by now."

Her mouth dropped open in mock outrage, "Hey! I am trying my best here! You're lucky I even showed up at all!"

Ben chuckled as he cupped her cheek with his palm, "You're right. I'm a lucky bastard to have my beautiful girlfriend come support me on the football pitch." He placed extra emphasis on the last two words, his eyes dancing with mirth as she bit a laugh back.

"I'll forgive you this once for being a dick-sorry a prick- because you told me I'm beautiful."

"Oh so you can't remember the correct term for football but the correct term for dick you've got that one down cold, huh?" He reached a hand down to tickle her side as she laughed and tried to squirm away from him.

"I have way more reason to use prick than I do football! Stop tickling me!" She whined as she tried to get away from Ben's fingers.

Ben just chuckled and grabbed onto her waist firmly, "That's no way to speak to someone who just scored a game winning goal."

She widened her eyes innocently, "Well, technically you didn't score the game winning goal, Tim did."

Ben arched an eyebrow at her, "I'm going to start tickling you again if you don't take that back right this second."

She pouted, "Why are you so mean?"

Ben reached a finger up and tapped her bottom lip, "You know when you do that I just want to kiss you more, is that why you do it?"

Her face flushed crimson as she pulled her chin down and gazed at her feet, encased in the combat boots she had been wearing for the past three winters. Ben always made fun of her when she wore them because he could hear her coming from a mile away. They were heavy and made a satisfying stomping noise with each step. She had primly replied that she wore them so people would know not to mess with her because she was so tough.

(At which point Ben had looked her up and down and pointed out that a woman wearing a shirt with Smokey the Bear on it probably wouldn't intimidate anyone but forest fires. She had walked away with her middle finger held high.)

"Maybe" she muttered as she peeked up at Ben through her eyelashes. His eyes sparkled as he gently tipped her chin up and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

As he pulled away, they were both beaming at each other, enjoying the late autumn sun and each other's presence when a piercing voice cut through the moment,

"OI! Get a room you two lovesick idiots!" Tim cracked as he gave Ben's shoulder a shove as he jogged past, holding Kyle's hand.

She clapped her hands over her face as her shoulders shook with laughter and Ben cheerfully flipped Tim off and yelled, "Fuck you too, you insufferable bugger!"

Tim laughed and waved at both of them as he and Kyle jogged to their car.

She peeked at Ben through her fingers, "Why are your friends so embarrassing?"

Ben laughed and threaded his arms around her waist, "Not sure, love. But at least they always keep us on our toes, right?" He kissed the tip of her nose as she put her hands on his chest,

"Ugh, keep your distance Jonesy. You're a sweaty boy." She wrinkled her nose at him as he smirked at her.

"You really shouldn't have said anything" he said as he pulled her flush against his body as she shrieked with laughter, "BEN! Put me DOWN!"

He laughed as he lifted her up and spun her around as she flung her head back and laughed. He gently set her back down on the ground as he squeezed his arms tighter around her waist, "Alright, I put you down. But I'm still going to get as much sweat as possible on you."

She squirmed against him as she tried her best to disentangle herself from his embrace, "This sucks Ben, how dare you be so strong and muscular?" She wheezed as she pushed against the brick wall that was his chest.

She finally huffed out a breath and went limp as Ben did everything possible to rub as much of his sweat off on her, "Usually your muscles are a huge turn on but right now I kind of hate them?"

Ben stilled and stared down at her incredulously, "You can't possibly mean that?"

She rolled her eyes, "Of course not. I just wanted to distract you." She pushed away from Ben and took a few steps away from him, shaking herself off in a futile attempt to try to rid herself of the smell of sweaty man.

"How can you be so hot but smell so terrible?"

Ben pointed a menacing finger at her, "Think very carefully before insulting me again. I'll rub your face in my armpit."

She gasped, "You wouldn't."

Ben shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't but do you really want to take that chance?"

She crossed her arms and mumbled, "I guess not." She looked up into Ben's eyes and couldn't help the smile taking over her face. She looked around and noticed the whole team had cleared out. It was only her, Ben and a few families taking their kids to the playground for one final play session outside before snow and ice covered everything.

Ben studied her. Her silhouette illuminated by the autumn sun shining down, the leaves falling around her, he was struck with the same realization he had whenever he got a chance to look at her; he was incredibly in love with her.

Her eyes slid over to meet Ben's and saw him studying her, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was intense and caused heat to build in her core as she glanced down and saw the soccer ball next to her boot. She rested her foot on it and glanced at Ben, "Teach me how to play?"

He shook himself from his thoughts, "What? Teach you how to play football?"

She nodded as she looked at him shyly. His face lit up, "Alrigh', yeah. Of course, love." He walked closer to her as she brushed a piece of hair out of her face,

"Well, I figure who better to learn soccer from than the professional who just scored." She teased and he stopped in front of her, holding up one finger,

"FIRST LESSON. It's called football. NOT soccer."

She giggled as she held up three fingers, "Yes, sir."

Ben's eyes flashed as he bent down to whisper in her ear, "Save that for later." He pulled back to see her eyes wide with shock as he winked at her and kicked the ball out from underneath her boot.

He considered himself to be a good boyfriend for only laughing a little bit when she stumbled and had to catch herself before falling into the grass.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "You prick."

"SECOND RULE. Never trust your opponent. Especially when they're as talented as I am." He called over his shoulder as he easily dribbled the ball down the pitch toward the goal as she gawked at him in disbelief.

"HEY!" She yelled in indignation as she took off after him, cursing her clunky boots and shedding the scarf that kept blowing into her face.

Ben laughed as he quickly kicked the ball into the net and turned to face her, cheering all the while as she ran straight into him. Her hair getting tangled and flying into Ben's face, her beanie having flown off in her mad dash to get him, as he made an "OOF" sound and stumbled back a few steps.

"Not fair!" She wailed as she tried to get around Ben and get the ball out of the net as Ben chuckled and grabbed her hand,

"All's fair in love and football, love." And spun her around so he could plant a loud kiss on her forehead as she yanked her arm away from him.

She scurried around him, grabbed the ball with her hands and, carrying it like a football player carrying a ball to the end zone, sprinted towards the goal on the other side of the field.

It took Ben's brain a good three seconds to comprehend what she had done and then for mock outrage to kick in as he heard her giggles getting quieter as she got farther away from him.

His months of practice and training kicked in and he took off like a shot after her.

She was so far ahead, and rather pleased with herself for what she had accomplished. She had tricked Ben, gotten a kiss and now she would score against him as well.

That was when she realized Ben had been unusually quiet.

She risked a glance behind her and saw all five feet ten inches of pure muscle. competitive, high on adrenaline, boyfriend coming straight at her like a freight train.

If Ben hadn't been so focused on getting the ball from her he would have been on the ground, dying with laughter over how quickly her face dropped when she saw him closing in behind her.

A quick calculation and she put on a burst of fresh speed to get to the goal before her boyfriend tackled her. The one other time he had tackled her was when they had been playing touch football with some of their friends one time and they both had gotten a bit too competitive.

After having him apply ice pouches all over her body and give her full body massages (which always led to sex) for a full month, she had just now started to forgive him. She hated to see that streak ruined but, as Ben had just put it, all's fair in love and football.

"You're mine." The growl that came from Ben's mouth had her stomach clenching in a delightful way and she finally understood the meaning of being scared and horny.

She could hear his breath coming out in sharp pants as he put on a final burst of speed to clear the gap between them. She gripped the ball tighter and urged her boot clad feet to move even faster.

The jangling of the metal bits got more frantic as she pushed her body even harder, gasping as she tried to fill her lungs with more air so she could get to the net before Ben could grab her.

She felt the ghost of Ben's fingertips graze her sides as she launched herself into the net headfirst, deciding on a whim that getting the ball into the net was way more important than her physical well-being.

Ben's eyes widened as he felt, rather than saw, her body move farther away from him as she launched herself, and the ball, into the net. Securing a goal for herself as Ben tried to stop before he landed on her.

The ball made impact with her chest and her first thought was, sorry boobs, knowing that they would be sore tomorrow as she hit the ground, bits of grass flying up as she laid there. Catching her breath, she rolled over onto her back to gloat at Ben.

Only to be greeted by Ben's massive form getting ready to land on her since he tried to stop too quickly, had tripped over his own feet and was trying to catch himself.

She squeaked, rolling onto her side, rounding her body around the ball in her arms to try to protect herself and her prize. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for Ben's form to fall on top of her.

When a couple seconds had passed and she hadn't been crushed by her boyfriend's muscles, she cracked one eye open carefully.

Ben laughed as he saw her eye opening up, roving around, trying to figure out where he had gone.

He shifted his hands so they would be further apart on either side of her body and lowered down into a push up to place a kiss on her cheek before pushing himself back up as she smiled and opened her eye wider.

Ben had managed to catch himself before he squashed her by placing his hands on either side of her body, his own body hovering atop hers as she rolled onto her back, smiling,

"That's a goal, I believe Mr. Jones." Ben couldn't help the smile that spread across his face whenever she called him by his "old" last name as he had begun to think of it.

She smiled back and playfully wagged the ball in his face. He scoffed and hit the ball out of her hands as he pushed himself up to standing.

"Hey! That's the game winning ball!" She protested as she scrambled up to grab it as Ben brushed his palms off on his shorts. As she bent down to pick it up, Ben took the opportunity to yell, "Nice ass" to which she promptly wiggled her butt at him as she performed an exaggerated bend and snap move.

"You do realize that even though you were joking around, that was still incredibly sexy, right?" Ben asked as he moved to stand in front of her, tucking her hair behind her ear. She blushed and shuffled her feet back and forth, avoiding Ben's gaze as she became overwhelmed by his direct stare.

Bending down, Ben met her gaze, "Hey, don't be embarrassed, it's a good thing. I meant every word."

A small smile ghosted across her lips as she nodded and shuffled closer to him so she could wrap her arms around his waist. Ben smiled, "Thought that I was too sweaty to be this close to you?"

"Shut up" came the muffled reply as she snuggled deeper into his arms as a particularly chilly breeze cut through their clothes.

The crisp blue sky unfurled before them as the leaves rattled from the autumn wind dancing around them. Ben shivered as her eyes tracked the movement of the leaves as they rained down around them. Covering them in yellow and red confetti as the smell of dirt and decay filled their nostrils as they both took a deep breath in.

"Hey"

Ben smiled, "Hello"

"Want to go home? You smell."

"Oh I smell huh? I think you smell worse than me at this point."

She reeled her head back in shock, "Me? That's only because you rubbed your boy stink on me!"

Ben's nose wrinkled, "Can you please never call it boy stink ever again? That's so distressing."

She sighed, "You have so many rules about what words I can and can't use it's really harshing my groove."

Ben chuckled, "I'm sorry my love. You're dating a picky man, what can I tell you? Words mean things."

"I know but first soccer and now boy stink, I mean, you've left me with nothing. I'm a shell of a woman." She sighed as she pretended to swoon into his arms.

Ben quickly caught her and pulled her closer to his frame, "You have to stop pretending to faint. I've already dropped you, like, three times in the past month alone."

"I know. And each time wounded me more."

"Love, I can't always catch you when you decide to fall-"

She gasped, "Each of those are trust falls and each one you miss my trust in you lessens-" Her sentence was cut off as Ben grasped her shoulders, his face the most serious it had ever looked;

"Please, never joke about that. I know you were just joking but even the thought of you not trusting me-I don't even want to think about it." She looked into his eyes and saw they were shining with tears. She cupped his face with both of her hands and nodded emphatically, "Of course sweetheart. I trust you with my life, Benjamin. You know that. And there's nothing you can do to break that trust."

Ben nodded and pulled her back into his arms for a hug. "Well, that's enough emotional shit for one day." he said brusquely, clearing his throat. She nodded as she tried to say something back but her voice was muffled by Ben's jersey.

"What was that, love?"

She pulled her face away, "Can we go home? I can't feel my fingertips."

"If you bought gloves that ACTUALLY covered your whole hand this wouldn't be an issue!"

"And how many times do I need to remind you Benjamin that I have an aesthetic to keep up!"

Ben scoffed, "It'll be hard to keep up your aesthetic when you have no fingers left."

"And harder to give hand jobs"

"WHAT."

She blinked up at him innocently, "Nothing! Let's go home. I'll make you hot chocolate." She beamed at him and fluttered her eyelashes in what she hoped was a becoming manner.

He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, "Alright. You've distracted me enough with the promise of hot chocolate. Let's go home."

She laughed and threaded her fingers through his, pulling him toward her car so they could go home together when Ben yelped pulling her to a stop,

"Jesus, love! Your fingertips really are freezing!"

She rolled her eyes, "Did you think I was lying?"

"Well, you are prone to great exaggeration-"

"Fuck you and the hot chocolate I was going to make you then."

"Just kidding baby. I love you so much, have I told you how pretty you are?"

She laughed as she pressed her fingers onto Ben's cheeks as he hissed and screwed up his face, "You're lucky you're so cute."

"And I'm lucky you love me so much." He replied softly.

She gently kissed him and they found themselves back in the same position they had been in when the game had ended. Standing on an empty pitch, not even noticing they were alone.

Because how could they be alone when they had the whole world right in front of them?

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whatamievendoingherern · 3 years

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TALKING TO EXPLOSION BOY (BNHA)

Cat: Lil floof and if you squint, angst

Agender! Reader was nervous about their internship with Thirteen already, but throw in the sparky porcupine? Anxiety maxed out. But surprisingly, he just isn’t as explosive as usual. (Reader has a fire related quirk)

Y/N remembered when they first decided to try out for cross country.

It was the summer before 8th grade when they vowed to make themself into a person they could like. Their sister had given them a ride to the school, they’d retied their sneakers about fifteen times on the way, and they’d practically had a death grip on that poor plastic water bottle.

They’d been so nervous that they refused to get out of the car. They remembered knowing absolutely nobody on the team, feeling so socially inept because they hadn't talked to anybody all summer. It wasn't until their sister reassured them that they finally found themself unlocking the door.

That's what they thought internships were gonna be like.

But rather than the hellish experience their middle school self endured, it was quite different.

They chose to intern with Thirteen to learn how to use their quirk in rescue scenarios. Thirteen, who they’d recently learned went by xe/xyr pronouns, was a pretty nice person, who took their wall of awkwardness and formality into consideration.

Y/N was finally letting the wall drip down a bit, allowing Thirteen to see their real personality. And the acceptance was nice.

That's why they didn't really mind it when Thirteen said xe needed to drop by Best Jeanist's agency. Something to do with the author and plot lines.

So they followed Thirteen through the building, politely smiling at the passersby they happened to make eye contact with. The two stopped at a door in the building, pushing it open, and just like that feeling of finding someone you know in your home town, Y/N felt like they’d been smacked with frying pan.

Bakugo and Y/N made eye contact from both sides of the room, a silence as his hair sprung back to its normal state.

Oof.

If the rest of the Bakusqud were here, Y/N probably would've been able to sneak in a laugh under Mina, Sero, and Kaminari’s cackling, but alas that was not the case. And despite the self destructive ramblings of Y/N’s rather common mental breakdowns, they valued their life.

Best Jeanist sighed as though this weren't the first time this occurred, flicking his comb into his pocket. "Thirteen." He said in greeting. "What brings you here?"

"I just need to do some touch ups on the paperwork for the collab takedown we did last week. Turns out the villains quirk wasn't energy mutation." Xe replied, while Y/N suddenly begun to wish they had Hagakure's quirk instead as Bakugo’s eyes burned into their skull.

"Is that your intern?"

Uh oh.

"Yep," Thirteen said, pushing Y/N forward much to their dismay. "They’ve got quite the quirk."

Best Jeanist hummed in response, having been there in the stadium. He remembered sending them an invite to intern with him after the festival, but he supposed they were searching for something specific.

"You two are in the same class right?" Best Jeanist asked. Y/N stiffened as he acknowledged Bakugo's presence. Without waiting for a response, he carried on, "You two stay here. Thirteen, the reports in my office."

And despite every cell in their body yelling at the two to stay, the door closed behind the two leaving both Bakugo and Y/N in immediate discomfort.

Silence.

Y/N looked around the room at anything and everything except for Bakugo. They spotted a chair, the only other one in the room placed right across from the blonde porcupine.

With an internal groan, they shuffled over to the chair, sitting uncomfortably still as they pulled out their phone. They stared at the screen, pretending to be doing something while attempting to negotiate a ceasefire with the whatever deity above was listening.

Whatever I did to deserve this, I am so sorry. It'll never happen again, bro, just get me tf outta here rn before my soul skrrt skrrts from my body-

Oh no, now their nose was itchy. The temptation was there, but the risk of drawing attention was even greater. Were they gonna sneeze? Were there tissues in here? Jeez did hearts always beat so loudly? And what is up with the whole breathing thing? It sounds like there's gonna be a whole goddamn tornado-

"Hey. Depressed Flambé."

Y/N hesitantly looked up from their screen, wondering if they placed their funeral plans in an obvious enough location. Top left drawer of their dresser, beneath their will. Dang they forgot to write if they wanted red camellias or white camellias. Surely class 1-A would know they were a red camellias type of lad. And they had to change the song from "Thriller" to "E-Girls Are Ruining My Life", ya know, get with the times-

"I know you're avoiding me. Your damn phone isn't even on." Bakugo's brash voice said, and they suddenly felt like dropping an anvil on their head.

Y/N gave a smile that may as well have said, "I've been caught" and tucked the phone into their pockets where their hands could fidget out of view.

Silence.

Depressed Flambé, Y/N pondered.

They hadn't thought they had a nickname, they figured since they had barely interacted with him all year that they were in the clear.

Guess not.

Their thoughts and the room stayed radio silent for a bit before they hesitantly spoke up, "Trying out a new hair style?"

"Mention it to the rest of 1-A and I’ll kill you!" He barked defensively, huffing when he saw them flinch almost unnoticeably. "He won't let me patrol with him until I 'reform my appearance' or some bullshit like that."

Y/N nodded, though they didn't really see much difference. He was intimidating either way, one just made him look a little more idiotic. "Some bullshit sounds about right." Y/N replied, trying to let themself relax.

Bakugo seemed content with their response, and once again the two fell into silence. And just like a hand reaching out, they felt their voice wanting to come out, to keep talking, but maybe he didn't want to. Maybe it'd be better to take the chance and have no regrets later? But what if he just told them to shut up? They probably would never get over that. It was probably best if they-

"How's your internship?" Bakugo asked, clearly uncomfortable with asking the question. He wasn't even making eye contact which was supposed to be Y/N’s thing.

By the author's grace, was this the power of those behind the divine fourth wall?

"It's good!" Y/N said, a little too quickly for their liking.

Stupid social anxiety.

"Um, Thirteen's trying to teach me how to use my quirk in rescues." They added slowing their words, before their voice lowered into a murmur. "I just kind of wish I knew that they don't really teach fighting techniques."

"Well why don't you teach yourself?" He asked.

Why do you have such good hearing, they thought. "I mean I tried a while ago, but I wouldn’t know where to start."

"Is the phone you were using to avoid me just for show or can you actually use it? Just look some up or walk yourself to a library."

OML THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT HE GOT THROUGH A SENTENCE WITHOUT CURSING OR INSULTING ANYBODY IM SO PROUD OF YOU, BRO, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE THIS MOMENTOUS OCCASION- "I guess that make sense." Y/N replied, sheepish but surprised.

They really thought it would be like that first day at cross country. Like everyone would be looking at them, judging them, ostracizing them. But it was all their head, just as it was then, just as it was now.

There was a gap of (you guessed it) silence, but this time it was less awkward, more...comfortable.

"It's too bad, Best Jeanist, isn't what you thought he would be." Y/N said.

He hummed in response.

"It seems more like he's trying to change you than train you." They thought aloud.

"It's annoying. I wish he'd finish this damn haircut, so I can skip to the fun part, and kick somebody’s ass."

Y/N snorted audibly. "If it's about getting it to stay, I think I can help."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, which before may have had them thinking they were on his kill list, but now not so much. "You do hair?"

"I mean, I take care of mine almost every morning, and I'm pretty good with gel at this point so why not?" They shrugged.

"Hurry up then, I don't want to have to do this for any longer than I have to."

"Your hair is surprisingly soft."

"Shut up, Flambé!"

"Seriously, what conditioner do you use?"

"I WILL BLOW YOU UP RIGHT NOW!"

•••

"Thanks for stopping by Thirteen, it's been nice." Best Jeanist said, as the two stepped out of his office.

Thirteen replied. "No problem. See you around."

The two turned to the other duo and though neither visibly shown it, the surprise remained present.

"Did you do his hair?" Thirteen asked in mild confusion.

Best Jeanist was past the point of mere confusion, he was borderline baffled. "You fixed it?!"

Y/N tucked away a comb granted by the author, "Magic."

"Are we gonna patrol now or what?" Bakugo asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

Even though it looked borderline evil, Y/N was still pretty proud they made him smile. Even if he looked like he was about commit a homicide.

A/N Feel free to hit me up via anything if you have any requests. Whether it’s headcanons, scenarios, or different pronouns lemme know! I really like writing these and wanna make everybody feel ✨comfy✨💕

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kileyrose-2003 · 4 years

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Rose the Hat x Fem! Reader: Part 2

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is continuation of what @merci-bitch requested. I am putting the link to Part 1 down below if you haven't read it:

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! @mewbleu I am working on your request and I'll be in touch with you once I get closer to finishing it.

Love you all and hope everything is well!

One bottle of wine and less than a twenty minutes drive later, Rose had you already figured out and in her bed at the Bluebell Campground.

She drove you mad that whole time and hours after that. It was 2:17 in the morning and you both were still going to strong. Her head was tucked in between the soft flesh of your thighs as she ran her tongue across your clit.

"Damn it, Rose!" The older woman laughed and you gripped your fingers into her knotted tresses. "What's the matter, my sweet? I told you I'd punish you for running from me."

"You can't do it any other..form?" You grimaced. She smirked and stuck her fingers inside you quickly, getting a gasp out of you. "So eager for me," She mused and pulled them out.

You let out a whine and shook your head. "That's not fair!" Rose smiled gamely though there was a hint of maliciousness in her eyes. "It's fair, sweetheart. You've had control of all your previous relationships and now I'm the one in charge here and what I want, I always get."

She ran her fingers teasingly across your clit and you squirmed. "Just give it to me..please!" You grunted.

"For such a dominant woman, you're so submissive to me. I almost forgot how much I like hearing you beg underneath me from the last time we seen each other." She inserted her fingers inside you again. "Beg for me again."

Your cheeks went red at the mere thought of begging but it all felt so right. "Rose, please! I want you." You cried out and she grinned. "Much better." She quickened her pace, eliciting moans of pleasure from you.

"It's fun pleasure though, isn't it?" You bit your lips and let out a whine, hoping your neighbors couldn't hear what you were doing through the walls even though they very well knew how you were.

"Y-yes," You rasped, answering her questions. "You haven't had a true, passion fuck in a while. You're mine, Y/n. You know that right? All mine. I won't share you with the others. In a way that's what you've always wanted, haven't you? Someone to call your own.

"Y-yes..." You nodded and she started peppering kisses on your stomach. "That's my girl." She nipped at your belly button and you hissed, pushing her head away.

"Rose, that hurt!" You yelled more loudly than you would of liked too. None of the True knew you were at their campsite yet and you planned on keeping that a secret for as long possible. You didn't exactly have the feeling Rose told anyone she was coming for you.

"Oh please, you enjoyed it." She smiled and quickened her pace. "You feel so tight."

"I don't think I'm going to..make it much longer! Please Rosie, I want to come!" You begged, feeling like you wanted to cry.

"Then come for me." Her hands slipped away from your folds and you instantaneously orgasmed.

You arched your back up into the air in euphoria. It all felt so surreal and it was by far the best night of sex you ever had.

When the sensation began to fade you plunked back down on the bed next to Rose who pulled you close to her.

"My special girl," She cooed and ran her thumb across your cheek lazily. You smiled softly at first and shook your head, thinking of all the times someone called you special it probably wasn't in a good manner. "Don't call me that."

"Oh? Why not?" There was slight amusement in her voice. "I don't know. I don't think there's much special about me..I guess after being told you're crazy for so long you just start to believe it." You shrugged.

"You know..if you really wanted, we could always pay that back." She nipped your cartilage.

"It wouldn't matter anyways because they'd end up with the satisfaction of knowing I'm not in my right mind in that moment."

Rose sighed and kissed your cheek. "You're sane and very special. I've found over the years, people are afraid of what they can't explain or others who are more jealous of them. It elicts a sort of jealousy. That's why people who aren't special like us are rubes in my families eyes. They're all idiots. You were born into a family of people who didn't understand and appreciate you. It's a shame too because you're extra steamy. Something I haven't seen in a while."

"It's not that as a whole they didn't appreciate me. It was just my parents." Rose shrugged. "Still, idiotic rubes."

"Do they know I'm here?"

"Who?"

"The others?"

"My Crow is out on business so it doesn't matter but do you care?" You decided you didn't and shrugged slightly. Laying your head on her bare chest. "You love Crow?"

Rose chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "You got a twinkle in your eye, don't you?" You blushed and she shook her head. "No, no. No shame. I despise the term love. It's such a rube thing to declare. A foolish promise if you ask me."

You nodded and nuzzled closely to her. "True..but you're avoiding the question."

Rose sighed. "I guess you can say I love him. We have a very deep bond. We're knotted together. The whole family is. I do enjoy him more than the others though."

You laughed and squeezed her hand gently. "For someone who insist I'm such a busy girl, you get around too."

Rose smacked your ass in a way that said she was being playfully but also in a 'don't you disrespect me like that.' nature.

"He knows how I am besides the fact I'm not exactly so patient as to just be satisfied with just his welcome home greeting."

You snorted and she gave you a nasty look before pulling your head close to her warm breast. "Comments?"

"None at all." She raised a brow and placed a sloppy kiss against your cheek. You wiped away some of the spit and the woman laughed throatily, no hint of apology on her face.

"Oh yes..you and I are going to have alot of fun together. Rest up dear, you're going to have a long day tomorrow. You'll be one with us and one of us." She caressed your cheek and kissed your temple. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Night, Rose." You hummed softly and nuzzled closely to her. She felt so warm and smelled earthy in a good way. It almost reminded you of your childhood but this time it didn't cause you any pain.

You could feel Rose running her fingers through your hair and your eyes began to flutter shut. Soon enough you succumbed to your exhaustion but Rose stayed up for a while, watching you sleep.

She could feel your emotional scars and all the trauma like weights in your mind. Some of it from her but she tried not to focus on thag. It wasn't a wonder how you hid from her for so long now. You locked everything away in the closet. You had to unless you wanted to become a statistic on accidental drug overdose.

Part of her wondered and knew if that your first meeting did go different, despite your age, you would of tasted amazing.

She wasn't concerned with that though. Now it was just going to be the matter of ridding you of your emotional baggage.

"So much pain inside for such a short time in this world..I guess that doesn't matter though anymore. I know what I have to do with you. I'm going to fix you up like my Andi, pretty little things the two of you."

You squirmed slightly in your sleep and Rose hushed you, sending you waves of calmness with her shine. "Nothing to be afraid of, my sweet. I have you and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you like that ever again."

You ceased your squirming and Rose grinned. "Now you get it." She kissed the top of your head and shut her own eyes before falling asleep next to you.

When you awoke the next morning it was to the roar of a car engine followed by the crunching of twigs from the impact of the tires.

At first you attempted to brush it off as some nearby car speeding down the road but the noise was too close for comfort.

Rose groaned and held herself up using the back of her hands. "What time is it?"

"I don't know but I heard a car." Rose smiled and sat up, not bothering to cover herself up. "Oh that's just my Crow."

"Y-you're not going to cover yourself or tell me to get out?" She laughed and rubbed your cheek. "Honey, in case you haven't noticed, norms don't matter around here."

"I know but isn't he going to mad? It's not like we exactly got off on the right foot."

"He'll get over himself. Like I said-" There was a slight knock followed by the sounds of the doorknob jiggling.

You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for the worst. "Rosie, I'm back. Sorry I'm late but I stopped at District X and-" Crow turned to look at Rose and his jovial expression began to melt. She was completely naked.

Not that it was unusual to him, he was very familiar with her in this type of setting but your presence completely threw him off.

A pang of jealousy hit the inside of him. He knew of Rose's amorous nature and considered himself to bisexual as well, though his experience was limited with men and who was he to judge on what she did while he was gone but you..

You were a rube, their lost food at best and you had seen his Rosie in a way no other person should of. As far it was his concern, you should of been dead the second you struck out at him.

Crow Daddy's posture stiffened and he met Rose's mystical eyes. "What the hell is going on here and why is that little whore in my spot?"

Rose would of been lying if she said the appearance of his rare temper making itself known didn't shock her slightly.

She pulled you close to her and you shoved the blankets around your sides to try and prevent your breast from popping out.

"Crow, this-" She gestured to your form. "Is Y/n. She's going to be our newest recruit."

He made a face and you returned the look with as much crudeness as he gave to you. "Who is laying in my spot." The words came out like an animalistic grunt. "Rose, I thought we agreed we weren't turning her after our last experience with her."

"I didn't promise you anything. I'm the leader of this group. I'll do what I want." Her eyes turned predatorial and you cringed.

"We need food more than we need new members. She might just be on that age bracket where still taste good for her age."

The look in his eyes was no longer one of anger but a hungered expression and you shifted uncomfortably around in the bed.

Rose ignored you and stood up off the bed, approaching Crow. She laced her fingers through his hair and smiled sweetly, laying it on a little thick.

"We're not eating her. That's the end of it . Admit it, you said you thought she was cute." He sighed and wrapped an arm around her bare waist. "Yeah but-"

"But nothing. You wanted to turn her originally. Did you not?" Rose leaned up and nipped the cartilage on his ear. You would of been lying if you said you didn't envy him in that moment.

"I did." His hands pressed gently into Rose's side. Leaving little red imprints on her pale physiognomy. "What are you planning at?"

She smirked and pecked his lips. "You'll see. Now go on. I'll see you later, alright?"

"Sounds good." You could of sworn you seen Crow narrow his eyes at you before walking out the door.

"He's very..intense." Rose chuckled and shook her head. "Not usually. He's just very protective. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just got a little scared for a second." You chuckled nervously to try and brush off some of your anxiety.

"There's something else on your mind too. You want to tell me about it?" She pet the back of your head. "I just..I don't know. I guess I'm afraid of getting stabbed in the back. Every person I've ever gotten close to has either hurt me or just abandoned me and I'm scared of that happening again."

"When you join our family, we have each other's back. We might get at each other's throats at times but we don't betray each other because after being alive for a while we've pretty much seen everything. So we get how it feels to be in someone else's shoes, okay?"

"Okay." You nodded as Rose got up and threw some clothes in your direction. "Come on, I think it's time I introduce you to the others."

Once you met the members of The True and they weren't trying to murder you, you found their company to be very enjoyable.

You instantly connected with Andi who like you, didn't have an easy past. Plus she was around your age which made it easier for you to talk to her.

It made Rose a little jealous but she tried to let it get to her so much. She didn't have to be in your head to know you were hoping this was going to be a way for you to settle down and she planned her hardest on trying to give you that.

Later on that night after dinner was cleaned up you sat down on the muddied ground as you looked up at the stars.

Normally seeing them made you feel serene but tonight it made you scared. You didn't know how long you sat there for until you felt Rose tapping your shoulder. "Are you ready?" You nodded and wiped a tear away from your eyes. "Yeah."

"Good.. why are you crying?" You sniffled a tiny bit as she nervously forced your head back into her lap. "I'm nervous."

She let out a snort and had to fight the urge to chuckle. "Oh please, a girl like you? You are a force to reckon with. Just think, no pain after this. All bliss and all you have to do embrace it."

"Okay." Rose wiped your eyes. "Is it going to hurt?" She rubbed your temples. "A little but no fear, you understand?" You nodded and relaxed your posture.

"Grampa Flick, we're ready when you are." You looked up and the entire Knot was hoarded around you. Some of them were smiling while others looked mad.

"Lodsam hanti, we are the chosen ones," All of the True repeated after him. "Cahanna risone hanti, we are the fortunate ones. Sabbatha hanti, sabbatha hanti."

"We are the True Knot, and we endure. Here is a woman. Would she join us? Would she tie her life to our life and be one of us?" You felt everyone's eye fall on you and you tensed, that inner voice screaming to run while you can.

(Say yes.)

"Yes." You whispered it but it was enough for Rose. She pulled out a cannister from her dress and held it up in the air.

"This one is special like you. Her name was Abra and like you, she thought she could run from me. There's still plenty of her left and she taste-" The cannister cracked open, letting out the scream of someone fighting for their life to a pitiful whimper. "Like spice."

You watched in horror as she inhaled the steam. You figured that if they were going to eat your steam, then possibly it was what they lived off of but you thought it was just adults they killed. The scream sounded like it could of belonged to a child.

Your blood ran cold and Rose's hair tckled your face as she leaned infront of you, the steam floating infront of your face. "Breathe deep!"

For a moment you thought about refusing then thought of that girl's scream. If you refused, you would end up with her fate. That was the last thing you wanted.

Despite the moral dilemma you breathed in the steam. You could feel the coldness of it along with the kick it gave on its way to your stomach.

For a moment you felt nothing but then everything went cold. You opened your mouth to try and ask Rose what was happening but nothing came out.

Your throat felt tight and Rose grinned down at you. "Embrace it." Your body began to arch and you could feel your stomach burning.

"It burns!" You screamed and clawed at the dirt. "I know..I know." You could practically feel Rose smiling at you.

There were hands clamping down your arms and legs and you screeched. "No! No! NO!" A big blue burst of energy flashed infront of your face and soon everything around you faded into darkness.

The next morning when you woke up your face and hair was caked with sweat and mud was all over your clothes.

Their was a near by puddle of water and you looked at yourself in it. You looked the same but you felt different. You heard laughter and took your attention away from your reflection.

"Well hi there!" You turned to face Rose. "You fucking bitch! You said it wouldn't hurt." The other woman had to stuff her bad temper in a sack and smiled as she knelt down to your level, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes. "Well it doesn't now, does it sweetheart?"

'You can pull one over on your little boyfriend or the others, but not me. I don't go for people who lay it on thick,' You thought to yourself then shrugged. "I guess."

"Then there's no need to for us to act like a child, is there?" There was a hint of malice in her voice. You gave her a face as if to say 'I hate you' and Rose chuckled.

"It's okay. You'll feel better after you eat." She took your hand in hers and caressed the tops of them. "What's the matter?"

"Am I even a human anymore?" Rose offered you a cheeky grin. "Do you care?" The words were cold and had no feeling of comfort.

"I guess not." She patted your head. "Good. Now come. I have something special I want to show you."

You raised a brow. "What is it? Like a gift?" In the short amount of time you spent with Rose, you loved her smile but in that moment it sent chills up your spine.

"You'll see. Crow, help her up please." In a moment the dark haired man took your hand in his and swiftly swept you up off the ground.

The other members of The Knot were already back to their previous engagements and from the look on Rose's face, she seemed fine with that so you let it go.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and lead you forward towards the edge of the all too familiar woods.

"You know, I remember the last time I was here," You said, pretending to think. "You tried to murder me."

Rose smiled tightly and squeezed your sides. "Yeah well, no need to hold grudges over things to small."

"I don't know if I'd say killing trying to kill someone as something that everyone should just brush off." For a moment there was very awkward silence.

"Well you woke up in a pissed off mood, didn't you?" You shrugged. "Well after feeling like I was dying last night, wouldn't you feel the same in that situation?"

"It's a gift you should be grateful for, now close your eyes," She commanded. "Why?" You never exactly were fond of surprises.

"Because, it's a surprise," She answered like it was so obvious. "Yeah I know but I'm not so fond of the unexpected."

"Well, I guess it'll be my job to give you a sense of adventure." She smiled in a friendly manner and held a hand out to you, releasing her hold on your waist. "You know I wouldn't let anything hurt you, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Good. Now just keep them shut and follow me." Rose held your hand and lead you forward. "You'll let me know if there's a rock or something infront of me?"

"No, we'll just let you trip and break your face." There was a hint of sarcasm in Crow's tone and you could hear Rose slap his arm with her empty hand.

"Don't be an ass," She scolded. The further you went into the woods, the more it began to lose it's earthy smell and a more unearthly one began to set in.

"Now wait, wait! Don't open them yet. Now tilt your head down- No, not up! The other way! That's it now now open your eyes."

You hesitantly did as she asked and peeped both eyes open before letting out a gasp.

There was a boy laying on a ground in a situation much similar to the one you were in except their steam floating above him.

"Tada!" You narrowed your eyes and turned to look at Rose. "What the hell is this?"

"Honey, he's your 'welcome to family' present." She drew a knife out the pocket on her sweater and wrapped her arms around your waist.

"As you know, there are people out like us who have steam. People like us, the steamy ones, we're above the others. However, there is a chain involved. The hunter and the hunted."

She knelt down and took a jab at the child, a large whiff of steam floated into as a residual effect. "Pain purifies steam, fear too. That's why we took you before turning you, because you're so pure."

You shifted in discomfort, trying to move the steam away from you. "Their pain. Our gain. You can have as much as you want from him. All you have to do is take it."

She handed you the knife and you locked eyes with the boy and bit your lip. You didn't have to use your shine to know he just wanted it all to end.

You didn't consider yourself to be a sentimental person or one who restricted themselves from their vices but this was too much.

Eternal life or not, it was just wrong. You bit your lip and tried to reach out the boy with your shine to give any sort of comfort but all you could see was a wind storm of broken memories. "N-no!"

Rose's arrogant face turned shell shocked. "No?" You shook your head. "I-i can't..I just can't! Just look at him." She furrowed her brows in a way that almost made her lose her respective queen stature. "And?"

"And he's suffering! Just look at his face." The child let out a pained sob and you sat down next to him, making sure to keep a semi safe distance from Rose as you ran your fingers through his hair and shushed him.

Despite the hunger you were feeling from his steam, you felt the urge to pull him close and just take him back home.

"He's an innocent child! He doesn't deserve any of this. He didn't ask to be born this way or for people like us to be around. This is wrong! All of this is just so wrong!" You screamed and started sobbing. "It's not fair!"

"Honey, life's not fair. Do you think Andi over there at camp, wanted or planned on having the humanity literally fucked out of her? Shit happen sometimes. It's the same thing with livestock cows. They don't-"

"For fucks sake! This isn't a cow! It's a child. Call me silly, but I think a person has more value sentimentally and in life then a cow."

Rose's posture straightened like a board and her fair skin turned cherry red with lividness.

"Rosie-"

"Quiet, Crow Daddy! Now you're just being ridiculous, Y/n! I tried being nice but now you've pushed too far. One way or another, I will get you to give in and you will kill."

"No, I won't! What are you going to do? Kill me or spank me?" You taunted.

You knew you crossed the line but you wouldn't give in and even in that moment you revelled in getting Rose all riled up even if that meant your anxiety would go through the roof because of it.

Rose huffed and went to stand up from where she was kneeling on the ground but Crow grabbed her shoulders. "If you know what's good for you right now Crow, then you'll let go of me because now she needs to be punished."

"Rosie, if I let go of you right now you're going to kill her. No one needs to know you as long as I have to know that right now. It's blazing like fire in your eyes. Just breathe for a second."

"I'll breathe later. Just let me at her!" She shoved him away and stomped towards you but Crow grabbed her by her waist. "Rose, you're going to do something you regret."

"Regret, my ass!" She kicked him in the groin and he immediately released his grip on her. She took the knife out of your hand and pushed you down on the ground next to the kid.

"I'll show you how it's done." She raised the knife above her head and you expected it to come down plummeting down on you but instead it landed in the boy.

Blood splattered all your face and you screamed. "Rose, stop!" You begged and attempted to get the child away from her.

"No! Now you'll get to have a front row seat on his pain." She leaned forward to grab your wrist but you kicked away before running.

"Y/n, you bitch!" You heard radiating through the trees but you didn't care. Tied to them or not, you wanted out. Even if that meant death.

As you reached the bottom of the hill you stumbled over a tree stump and all that was heard by those nearby was a thump followed by a crack.

"Y/n?" Andi ran towards you. "Oww! Oww! Oww!" You screamed, looking at your broken ankle.

Meanwhile in the woods a very pissed off Crow Daddy struggled to get Rose off of her prey. "Baby..this is a little over board. I don't think there's any steam left in the kid at this point."

She ignored him for a couple of minutes, making stab after stab until she own hands were cut open from all the pressure she put on them. "They all give in at one point! I don't understand it. I could practically the yearning in her eyes!" Rose seethed, hysteria still in her eyes.

"I know but some take longer to adapt than others. Not everyone is like Barry and Andi." Rose thought back on the first time she seen the two harvesting steam.

Andi's especially was pure irony in her eyes. For a girl that could 'never hurt anyone' based off how innocent others perceived her as, she tore her victim apart limb by limb.

"What do we do if she doesn't give in? Just let her starve and cycle out?" She barked. "When she's ready to eat, she will. It wouldn't be the first time someone had a lapse of faith and we had to deal with it."

Rose sighed and Crow massaged her shoulders. "We'll figure that out when the time comes but for now just let her be."

Rose actually listened and nodded, wrapping her arms around him. "Where did she go when she ran?"

"I don't know. I couldn't keep track. I'm sure she's close by though." He rocked her back and forth gently in his arms.

"I should go to her." Crow shook his head. "You're shakey. You need to relax before talking to her. You both will feed off each others emotions and it won't end well."

"Stay with me until I calm down?" He nodded and held her close.

Meanwhile down at The True's campground you sat in Andi's trailer as she wrapped a bandage around your ankle.

The steam healed most of the fracture but there was still some soarness around the area of the crack. Normally, The True Knot never kept first aid kits around but Andi was glad she had one in this situation.

"..and that should be good," She hummed as she placed the last piece of medical tape on the gauze.

"Thanks, Andi." You sniffled and she gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're welcome hun."

She grabbed the towel laying at her side and began to scrub the blood off your face. "You want to talk about it?"

You shook your head and curled your knees close to your chest. "She's probably so mad at me right now," You whispered softly.

"Well, she'll learn to get over it. Rose is scary when she's mad but she can't stay mad forever." Andi paused for a moment and moved the towel away from your face. "How bad was it?"

"R-really bad." Your voice cracked and tears began to stream down your face. "Okay..okay." She held her arms out to you and you flung yourself into them.

"I'll never forget the look on that boys face!" Andi patted your back, trying her best to comfort you even though she hadn't felt a shred of sympathetic emotion in her in a long time. "I know."

"I should of stopped it. It's my fault!" Andi shook her head. "No, it's not your fault. It was inevitable. If it wasn't you that was going to hurt him, Crow or Rose would of."

"It just seems so wrong because I know what it feels like to be in pain and I mean yeah, others deserve to feel that same pain sometimes, but not a child."

Andi had to bite her tongue to keep from saying the first thing that came to mind. "Yeah but think of it, just a little bloodshed for a life long gain."

"It's a child, though. A child doesn't deserve that." She could say no more and pulled away from you. "Get some rest, okay? Maybe you'll feel a little better in the morning."

"Okay." Andi stood up and let you get all settled under her covers before opening the door to her trailer. "Hang in there, Y/n. I'll see you a little later."

"Bye, Andi." You grabbed one of her pillows and held it tightly against your chest, trying to relax yourself. 'You're such a damn fool to think of this would work, Y/n,' You thought to yourself as you stared at the walls.

Your eyes burned from all the crying you did and you felt so drained. You shut your eyes for a little bit, trying to just find yourself when you heard the door to the trailer open and shut again followed by a pause.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Rose?" She didn't have to look at you to know you were crying.

"I'm sorry." You turned your body to look at her. "About everything earlier..look, I don't want to make you do something you're uncomfortable with but harvesting steam is unavoidable."

"I know, I know..just give me time, okay?" You begged. "Maybe it's just because I'm not used to the bloodshed but I'm just not ready for it, yet. In all honesty, I might not be ready for it in a while."

Rose sat down across from you and took one of your hands off the pillow, holding it gently in her's. "That's fine. I just- You know what, it can wait."

"You're sure?" She ran a hand across your cheek, the bloodiness on it showing you the unholy deeds she did after you ran. "I'm sure."

Rose enveloped you in her arms, running her hands through your hair as if to reassure herself you were still there.

"Rose?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"I like you."

The older woman found a smile forming on her face and she placed a kiss against the top of your head. "I'm glad because I like you too, my patchwork doll."

You pulled away momentarily. "Patchwork?"

"Because you're such a pretty thing made out of horrible memories." You thought on her words for a moment and nodded. "I can live with that, being a patchwork doll."

Rose grinned and placed a kiss gently against your lips. "I love you," You told her with such honesty gleaming in your eyes.

"I do too." She smiled and held you close for a long time. For the first time in a long time, despite all the blood and violence, you felt at home. You were home.

#rose the hat #doctor sleep #dr sleep #the true knot #true knot #crow daddy #imagine #x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #the shining

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The Breakfast Club written and directed by John Hughes BLANK SCREEN: Against Black, TITLE CARD: "...and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through... - David Bowie" The Blank Screen and Title Card SHATTER to reveal... 1. EXT. SHERMER HIGH SCHOOL - DAY During Brian's monologue, we see various views of things inside the school including Bender's locker. BRIAN (VO) Saturday...March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon...we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athelete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed... CUT TO: 2. INT. CLAIRE'S CAR - DAY We see CLAIRE and her FATHER sitting in their car in the parking lot. Claire is the prom queen and is clearly a snob. CLAIRE I can't believe you can't get me out of this...I mean it's so absurd I have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like I'm a defective or anything... CLAIRE'S FATHER I'll make it up to you...Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day. Claire rolls her eyes and gets out of the car and walks up the school front steps CUT TO: 3. INT. BRIAN'S CAR - DAY We are in BRIAN's car. His MOTHER is there and so is his little SISTER. He is sort of a nerd. BRIAN'S MOTHER Is this the first time or the last time we do this? BRIAN (upset) Last... BRIAN'S MOTHER Well get in there and use the time to your advantage... BRIAN Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing. BRIAN'S MOTHER Well mister you figure out a way to study. BRIAN'S LITTLE SISTER (annoyingly) Yeah! BRIAN'S MOTHER Well go! Brian gets out of the car and walks towards the school. CUT TO: 4. INT. ANDREW'S CAR - DAY We see ANDREW and his FATHER. Andrew is clearly a jock; he’s wearing a letterman’s jacket with lots of patches on it. ANDREW'S FATHER Hey, I screwed around...guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport. ANDREW Yeah, Mom already reemed me, alright? ANDREW'S FATHER (angry) You wanna miss a match? You wanna blow your ride? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case. Andrew gets out of the car and walks into the school. CUT TO: 5. EXT. SHERMER PARKING LOT - DAY We see JOHN BENDER walking towards us. He is wearing sunglasses. A car is coming towards him but he doesn't stop walking. The car slams on its breaks directly in front of him. Bender gets out of the frame. Out of the car steps ALLISON. She is dressed all in black. She steps forward to look in the car's front window and the car drives away. CUT TO: 6. INT. LIBRARY - DAY There are six tables in two rows of three. Claire is sitting at the front table. Brian comes in and sits at the table behind her. Andrew comes in and points at the chair next to Claire at the front table. She shrugs and he sits there. In walks Bender, he touches everything on the checkout desk and takes a few things in the process. He walks over to where Brian is sitting and points to the table on the opposite side of the Library. Brian reluctantly gets up and moves. Bender sits at the table where Brian was and puts his feet up. Allison walks in. She walks all the way around the library and sits in the back corner table, just behind Brian. Andrew and Claire look at each other and snicker. Brian looks at her in confusion and then turns away. Enter RICHARD VERNON, a teacher. He holds a stack of papers in his left hand. He addresses the group with such disrespect it makes you wonder how he ever got the job. VERNON Well...well. Here we are! I want to congradulate you for being on time... Claire raises her hand. CLAIRE Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but...um...I don't think I belong in here... Vernon doesn't care. He just continues to talk. VERNON It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways... Bender spits into the air and catches the spit in his mouth again. Claire looks like she is going to gag. VERNON ...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats. He glances up at Bender and points at him. VERNON ...and you... Vernon pulls the chair out from under Bender's feet. VERNON ...will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay--of no less than a thousand words--describing to me who you think you are. BENDER Is this a test? Vernon passes out paper and pencils and takes no notice of Bender. VERNON And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender? Bender looks up. BENDER Crystal... VERNON Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even--decide whether or not you care to return. Brian raises his hand and then stands. BRIAN You know, I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No", no for me. 'cause... VERNON Sit down Johnson... BRIAN Thank you sir... He sits. VERNON My office... Vernon points. VERNON ...is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised... He looks around at them. VERNON ...any questions? BENDER Yeah...I got a question. Vernon looks at him suspiciously. BENDER Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe? VERNON I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns. Vernon leaves. BENDER That man...is a brownie hound... Everyone tries to get comfortable and we hear a loud snapping sound. Brian turns and looks and it is Allison, biting her nails. Bender's eyes widen as he turns to look. Everyone is looking now. Allison notices them looking at her. BENDER You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch... Allison spits part of her nail at Bender. BENDER I've seen you before, you know... We see Vernon look out from his office. We see Brian playing with his pen. BRIAN (quietly to himself) Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you? He attaches the pen to his bottom lip and puts the top under his upper lip. BRIAN I am a walrus... Bender looks at him in utter confusion. Brian notices this, laughs and takes the pen out of his mouth-- embarrassed. Bender and Brian begin to take their jackets off at the same time. They both notice this. Brian stops removing his jacket. Bender takes his all the way off. Brian rubs his hands together and pretends to be cold. He pulls his jacket back on. He turns and looks at Bender who is still staring at him. BRIAN It's the shits, huh? Bender glares at him and Brian utters an uncomfortable laugh. Bender turns away and crumples up his essay paper. He throws it at Claire. It misses and goes over Claire's head. Andrew and Claire acknowlege it but continue to ignore Bender. Bender starts loudly "singing" the musical part of a song. “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah...” CLAIRE (to herself) I can't believe this is really happening to me... Bender stops "singing" abruptly. BENDER Oh, shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss? CLAIRE (disgusted) Please... BENDER If you gotta go... We hear Bender unzip his fly. BENDER You gotta go! Everyone is now looking at Bender. CLAIRE (disgusted) Oh my God! ANDREW Hey, yer not urinating in here man! BENDER Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up! ANDREW You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor! Bender gasps mockingly. BENDER You're pretty sexy when you get angry...grrr! He turns to Brian. BENDER Hey, homeboy... Brian points at himself with his pen. BENDER ...why don't you go close that door. We'll get the prom queen-- impregnated! Claire turns and glares at him. ANDREW Hey! Bender ignores him. ANDREW Hey! BENDER What? ANDREW If I lose my temper, you're totalled man! BENDER Totally? ANDREW Totally! CLAIRE (to Bender) Why don't you just shut up! Nobody here is interested! ANDREW Really! (to Claire about Bender) Buttface! BENDER Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock? BRIAN (nervous) Uh, excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers... ANDREW (to Bender) Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass...so knock it off! Bender mockingly registers pain in his face. BENDER It's a free country... CLAIRE (to Andrew) He's just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore him... BENDER (to Claire) Sweets...you couldn't ignore me if you tried! Claire rolls her eyes. BENDER So...so! (to Andrew and Claire) Are you guys like boyfriend/girl- friend? (a beat) Steady dates? (another beat) Lo--vers? (another beat) Come on Sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot...beef... injection? Claire and Andrew turn to face Bender, both furious. CLAIRE (screams) Go to hell! ANDREW (screams) Enough! CUT TO: 7. INT. VERNON'S OFFICE - DAY We see Vernon in his office. VERNON (yells) Hey! What's going on in there? (to himself) Smug little pricks! CUT TO: 8. INT. LIBRARY - DAY They all look at each other. Andrew turns away from Bender. ANDREW (to himself) Scumbag! Bender stands up and walks over to the railing. He sits on it. BENDER What do you say we close that door. We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds. BRIAN Well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open... BENDER So what? ANDREW So why don't you just shut up! There's four other people in here you know... BENDER God, you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a...a wrestler. ANDREW Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway? CLAIRE Really... ANDREW You know, Bender...you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school. Bender probably is upset at this and he pauses a moment before speaking. He doesn't let his emotions out, however. BENDER Well...I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team. Andrew and Claire look at each other and laugh at Bender. BENDER (to Claire) Maybe the prep club too! Student council... ANDREW No, they wouldn't take you. BENDER I'm hurt. CLAIRE You know why guys like you knock everything... BENDER (to himself) Oh, this should be stunning... CLAIRE It's 'cause you're afraid. BENDER (with mock enthusiasm) Oh, God! You ritchies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities! CLAIRE You're a big coward! Brian feels left out. BRIAN (to no one imparticular) I'm in the math club... CLAIRE See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it... BENDER Well...it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes...now would it? CLAIRE Well you wouldn't know...You don't even know any of us. BENDER Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs. ANDREW Hey let's watch the mouth, huh? Brian again feels he needs to contribute. BRIAN I'm in the physics club too... BENDER (to Claire) S'cuse me a sec... (to Brian) What are you babbling about? BRIAN Well, what I said was...I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club...physics club. Bender nods and turns to Claire. BENDER Hey...Cherry...do you belong to the physics club? CLAIRE That's an academic club... BENDER So? CLAIRE So...academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs. BENDER Oh, but to dorks like him... Bender points at Brian. BENDER ...they are. (to Brian) What do you guys do in your club? BRIAN In physics, um, we ah, we talk about physics...about properties of physics. BENDER So it's sorta social...demented and sad, but social. Right? BRIAN Yeah, well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton. BENDER You load up, you party... BRIAN Well, no, we get dressed up...I mean, but, we don't...we don't get high. CLAIRE (to Bender) Only burners like you get high... BRIAN And, uh, I didn't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin Kent...my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana... He got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know "Twilight Zone" kinda. CLAIRE (laughs) (to Bender) Sounds like you... ANDREW Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here...I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads... BENDER (to Andrew) Oh and wouldn't that be a bite... Bender lets out a moan of fake agony. BENDER Missing a whole wrestling meet! ANDREW Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life! BENDER (with mock hurt) Oh, I know...I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys! ANDREW Ahhh...you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals. BENDER Oh, but I do! ANDREW Yeah? BENDER I wanna be just--like--you! I figure all I need's a labotamy and some tights! Brian becomes interested. BRIAN You wear tights? ANDREW (to Brian) No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform... BRIAN Tights... ANDREW (defensive) Shut up! They hear Vernon moving around out in the hall so Bender quickly comes and sits in the chair between Claire and Andrew. He folds his hands on the table. Vernon goes back into his office. Bender laughs and gets up. He starts walking towards the double doors that separate the library from the hallway. BRIAN You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business! Bender turns and points at Brian. BENDER (in a stern voice) Young man...have you finished your paper? Bender turns back away and goes to the door. He looks around cautiously and removes a screw from the door. CLAIRE What are you gonna do? ANDREW Drop dead, I hope! CUT TO: 9. INT. HALLWAY - DAY We see Vernon getting a drink at the fountain. He stands up and checks the way he looks in a mirror. He does a muscular pose and utters some manly jibberish “Cobadonga!” CUT TO: 10. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Brian looks up. Bender is messing with the door to the library. BRIAN Bender, that's, that's school property there...you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with. The door slams shut. Bender runs back to his seat. ANDREW That's very funny, come on, fix it! BRIAN You should really fix that! BENDER Am I a genius? ANDREW No, you're an asshole! BENDER What a funny guy! ANDREW Fix the door Bender! BENDER Everyone just shhh! CUT TO: 11. INT. HALLWAY - DAY We see Vernon walking back to his office. He stops and listens to them through the closed door. BENDER (OS) I've been here before, I know what I'm doing! ANDREW (OS) No! Fix the door, get up there and fix it! BENDER (OS) (screams) Shut up! CUT TO: 12. INT. LIBRARY - DAY We see Brian as we hear Vernon in the hall. VERNON (OS) God damnit! He opens the door and storms in. VERNON Why is that door closed? For a few seconds no one says anything, they just stare at Vernon. VERNON Why is that door closed? BENDER How're we s'posed to know? We're not s'posed to move, right? Vernon turns to Claire. VERNON Why? CLAIRE We were just sitting here, like we were s'posed to... Vernon looks around and looks at Bender. VERNON Who closed that door? BENDER I think a screw fell out of it... ANDREW It just closed, sir... Vernon looks at Allison in the back. VERNON Who? Allison lets out a squeak and slams her face onto the table, hiding in her jacket hood. BENDER She doesn't talk, sir... VERNON (to Bender) Give me that screw... BENDER I don't have it... VERNON You want me to yank you outta that seat and shake it out of you? BENDER I don't have it...screws fall out all of the time, the world's an imperfect place... VERNON Give it to me, Bender... CLAIRE Excuse me, sir, why would anybody want to steal a screw? VERNON (to Claire) Watch it, young lady... Vernon goes over to the door. He tries to hold it open by putting a folding chair in front of it. BENDER The door's way too heavy, sir. The door slams shut despite the chair. VERNON (OS) God damnit! They laugh. Vernon opens the door again. He comes back in. VERNON (pointing) Andrew Clark...get up here. Come on, front and center, let's go. Andrew gets up and walks over to Vernon. BENDER Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy! Vernon and Andrew are now attempting to move the steel magazine rack in front of the door. VERNON Okay, now, watch the magazines! BENDER It's out of my hands... They get it into the doorway and it blocks the entire door. BENDER That's very clever sir, but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir. Vernon thinks about it. He turns to Andrew. VERNON Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on! BRIAN You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library. Brian points at them and Bender glares at him. BENDER (to Brian) Show Dick some respect! Andrew and Vernon come back into the main section of the library. VERNON (to Andrew) Let's go...go! Get back into your seat. Andrew sits. VERNON (to Andrew) I expected a little more from a varsity letterman! (to Bender) You're not fooling anybody, Bender! The next screw that falls out is gonna be you! Vernon turns to leave. BENDER (under his breath) Eat my shorts... Vernon spins in his tracks and faces Bender again. VERNON What was that? BENDER (loudly) Eat my shorts! VERNON You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister! BENDER Oh, Christ... VERNON You just bought one more right there! BENDER Well, I'm free the Saturday after that...beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar! VERNON Good! 'Cause it's gonna be filled, we'll keep goin'! You want another one? Say the word, just say the word! Instead of going to prison, you'll come here! Are you through. BENDER No! VERNON I'm doing society a favor! BENDER So? VERNON That's another one, right now! I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one? BENDER Yes! VERNON You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one pal! CLAIRE (worried) Cut it out! Claire mouths the word "Stop" to Bender. VERNON You through? BENDER Not even close, bud! VERNON Good! You got one more, right there! BENDER Do you really think I give a shit? VERNON Another... Bender glares at him. VERNON You through? BENDER How many is that? BRIAN That's seven including the one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet. VERNON (to Bender) Now it's eight... (to Brian) You stay out of it! BRIAN Excuse me, sir, it's seven! VERNON Shut up, Peewee! (to Bender) You're mine Bender...for two months I gotcha! I gotcha! BENDER What can I say? I'm thrilled! VERNON Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, Bender? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off. (to everyone) Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I hafta come in here...I'm cracking skulls! (Bender mouths “I’m cracking skulls”) Vernon leaves and closes the door. A musical riff builds to a climax as Bender screams. BENDER (screams) Fuck you! We see the clock, it reads a quarter to eight. We see Bender, lighting his shoe on fire and lighting a cigarette with his shoe. We see Claire thinking. We see Brian playing with his balls. We see Andrew playing with his sweatshirt. We see Allison pulling a string around her finger and making it turn purple. We see Bender put the flames on his shoe out. He then plays air guitar. We see Allison drawing. We see Andrew playing paper football. He cheers silently. Allison shakes dandruff from her hair onto her picture. We see everyone fall asleep. CUT TO: 13. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Later. Vernon is standing there staring at the sleeping kids. VERNON Wake up! Who has to go to the lavatory? Everyone raises their hands. CUT TO: 14. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Later. We see the clock, it now says 10:22. We see Andrew stretching. We see Bender tearing pages out of a book. He is tossing them around. ANDREW That's real intelligent. BENDER You're right...it's wrong to destroy literature... He continues to tear pages out. BENDER It's such fun to read...and, Molet really pumps my nads! CLAIRE (pronouncing it correctly) Mol-yare. BRIAN I love his work. Bender tosses the rest of the pages at Brian. He picks up the card catalogue drawer and begins to take cards out. BENDER Big deal...nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy.. ANDREW Speak for yourself... BENDER Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language! Andrew turns to Claire. ANDREW Hey, you grounded tonight? Claire shrugs. CLAIRE I don't know, my mom said I was but by dad told me to just blow her off. ANDREW Big party at Stubbies, parents are in Europe. Should be pretty wild... CLAIRE Yeah? ANDREW Yeah, can you go? CLAIRE I doubt it... ANDREW How come? CLAIRE Well 'cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute... divorce... BENDER Who do you like better? CLAIRE What? BENDER You like your old man better than your mom? CLAIRE They're both strict. BENDER No, I mean, if you had to choose between them. CLAIRE I dunno, I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me...it's like they use me just to get back at each other. Suddenly, from the back of the room. Allison speaks. ALLISON (loudly) Ha!!! Everyone looks at her shocked. Allison blows her hair out of her eyes and grins. CLAIRE Shut up! ANDREW You're just feeling sorry for yourself... CLAIRE Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would. ANDREW Aw...you're breaking my heart... BENDER Sporto... ANDREW What? Bender jumps down and goes next to Andrew. BENDER You get along with your parents? ANDREW Well if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right? BENDER You're an idiot anyway...But if you say you get along with your parents well you're a liar too! Bender turns and walks away from him. Andrew follows and pushes Bender. ANDREW You know something, man...If we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you! Bender points his middle finger at the floor. BENDER Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up? Bender flips his hand around so he is now giving Andrew the bird. Brian comes over and puts a hand on each of the guy's shoulders. BRIAN Hey fellas, I mean... Andrew pushes away from Brian. BRIAN ...I don't like my parents either, I don't...I don't get along with them...their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko! Bender turns to Brian. BENDER Dork... BRIAN Yeah? BENDER You are a parent's wet dream, okay? Bender starts to walk away. BRIAN Well that's a problem! BENDER Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen? ANDREW Why do you have to insult everybody? BENDER I'm being honest, asshole! I would expect you...to know the difference! ANDREW Yeah well, he's gotta name! BENDER Yeah? ANDREW Yeah, (to Brian) What's your name? BRIAN Brian... ANDREW See... BENDER (to Brian) My condolences... Bender walks away. CLAIRE (to Bender) What's your name? BENDER What's yours? CLAIRE Claire... BENDER Ka-Laire? CLAIRE Claire...it's a family name! BENDER Nooo...It's a fat girl's name! CLAIRE Well thank you... BENDER You're welcome... CLAIRE I'm not fat! BENDER Well not at present but I could see you really pushing maximum density! You see, I'm not sure if you know this...but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and then there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat...so when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside! You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh... He mimes becoming fat, making noises. Claire gives him the finger. BENDER Oh...obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl! CLAIRE (resentfully) I'm not that pristine! Bender bends down closer to Claire. BENDER Are you a virgin? (a beat) I'll bet you a million dollars that you are! Let's end the suspense! Is it gonna be... (another beat) ...a white weddin? CLAIRE Why don't you just shut up? BENDER Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? (a beat) Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off...hoping to God your parents don't walk in? Claire is getting upset. CLAIRE Do you want me to puke? BENDER Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night? ANDREW Leave her alone! Bender slowly stands and faces Andrew. ANDREW I said leave her alone! BENDER You gonna make me? ANDREW Yeah... Bender walks over to where Andrew is standing. BENDER You and how many of your friends? ANDREW Just me, just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor! Anytime you're ready, pal! Bender goes to hit him but Andrew gets Bender down on the ground with a wrestling move. BENDER I don't wanna get into to this with you man... Andrew gets up. ANDREW Why not? Bender gets up. BENDER 'Cause I'd kill you...It's real simple. I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother. ANDREW Chicken shit... Andrew turns and walks away. Bender takes out a switchblade and opens it. He stabs the switchblade into a chair. ANDREW Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her...you don't look at her and you don't even think about her! You understand me? BENDER I'm trying to help her!. We see the janitor, CARL come into the room. CARL Brian, how you doing? BENDER Your dad works here? Brian is embarrassed. BENDER Uh, Carl? CARL What? BENDER Can I ask you a question? CARL Sure... BENDER How does one become a janitor? CARL You wanna be a janitor? BENDER No I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in persuing a career in the custodial arts... CARL Oh, really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Peon? Huh? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years I've learned a couple of things...I look through your letters, I look through your lockers...I listen to your conversations, you don't know that but I do...I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. By the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast! Everyone groans. Bender smiles. ANDREW Shit! CUT TO: 15. INT. VERNON'S OFFICE - DAY The clock says 11:30. Vernon gets up and leaves. CUT TO: 16. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Bender starts to whistle a marching tune and everybody joins in. Vernon enters. Bender begins to whistle Beethoven's 5th. VERNON Allright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch... ANDREW Here? VERNON Here... ANDREW Well I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in, sir! VERNON Well, I don't care what you think, Andrew! BENDER Uh, Dick? Excuse me, Rich...will milk be made available to us? ANDREW We're extremely thirsty sir... CLAIRE I have a very low tolerance for dehydration. ANDREW I've seen her dehydrate sir, it's pretty gross. Bender stands. BENDER Relax, I'll get it! VERNON Ah, ah, ah grab some wood there, bub! Bender grins. VERNON What do you think, I was born yesterday? You think I'm gonna have you roaming these halls? He points at Andrew. VERNON You! He points at Allison. VERNON And you! Hey! What's her name? Wake her! Wake her up! (to Allison) Come on, on your feet missy! Let's go! This is no rest home! Allison gets up. VERNON There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge. Lets go! CUT TO: 16. INT. HALLWAY - DAY Andrew and Allison are walking in the hall. ANDREW So, what's your poison? Allison doesn't answer. ANDREW What do you drink? Allison still doesn't answer. ANDREW Okay...forget I asked... Allison waits for two beats and then speaks. ALLISON Vodka... ANDREW Vodka? When do you drink vodka? ALLISON Whenever... ANDREW A lot? Allison smiles. ALLISON Tons... ANDREW Is that why you're here today? Allison doesn't answer. ANDREW Why are you here? Allison snaps back. ALLISON Why are you here? They stop walking and Andrew leans against the wall. ANDREW Um, I'm here today...because uh, because my coach and my father don't want me to blow my ride. See I get treated differently because uh, Coach thinks I'm a winner. So does my old man. I'm not a winner because I wanna be one... I'm a winner because I got strength and speed. Kinda like a race horse. That's about how involved I am in what's happening to me. ALLISON Yeah? That's very interesting. Now why don't you tell me why you're really in here. ANDREW Forget it! CUT TO: 17. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Claire and Bender and Brian are all sitting around waiting for the Cokes. BENDER Claire...you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitus of the nuts? It's pretty tasty... CLAIRE No thank you... BENDER How do you think he rides a bike? Claire rolls her eyes and turns away in disgust. BENDER Oh, Claire...would you ever consider dating a guy like this? CLAIRE Can't you just leave me alone? BENDER I mean if he had a great personality and was a good dancer and had a cool car...Although you'd probably have to ride in the back seat 'cause his nuts would ride shotgun. CLAIRE You know what I wish I was doing? BENDER Op, watch what you say, Brian here is a cherry. BRIAN A cherry? CLAIRE I wish I was on a plane to France. BRIAN I'm not a cherry. BENDER (to Brian) When have you ever gotten laid? BRIAN I've laid, lotsa times! BENDER Name one! BRIAN She lives in Canada, met her at Niagra Falls. You wouldn't know her. BENDER Ever laid anyone around here. Brian shushes Bender and points at Claire whos back is still turned. BRIAN Oh, you and Claire, did it! Claire spins around. CLAIRE What are you talking about? BRIAN (to Claire) Nothin', nothin! (to Bender) Let's just drop it, we'll talk about it later! CLAIRE No! Drop what, what're you talking about? BENDER Well, Brian's trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagra Falls area, that presently you and he are, riding the hobby horse! CLAIRE (to Brian) Little pig! BRIAN No I'm not! I'm not! John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't, that's it, that's all that was said! BENDER Well then what were you motioning to Claire for? CLAIRE You know I don't appreciate this very much, Brian. BRIAN He is lying! BENDER Oh you weren't motioning to Claire? BRIAN You know he's lying, right? BENDER Were you or were you not motioning to Claire? BRIAN Yeah, but it was only...was only because I didn't want her to know that I was a virgin, okay? Bender just stares at him. BRIAN Excuse me for being a virgin, I'm sorry... Claire laughs. CLAIRE Why didn't you want me to know you were a virgin? BRIAN Because it's personal business, it's my personal, private business. BENDER Well Brian, it doesn't sound like you're doing any business... CLAIRE I think it's okay for a guy to be a virgin... Bender looks suprised. BRIAN You do? Claire smiles and nods. CUT TO: 18. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Later. Everybody has lunches now. Claire begins to take hers out of a small shopping bag. BENDER What's in there? CLAIRE Guess, where's your lunch? BENDER You're wearing it... CLAIRE You're nauseating... Bender grabs a Coke and tosses it over to Allison who catches it without even looking up. Bender then watches Claire set up a sushi platter. BENDER What's that? CLAIRE Sushi... BENDER Sushi? CLAIRE Rice, uh, raw fish and seaweed. BENDER You won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that? CLAIRE Can I eat? BENDER I don't know...give it a try... We now watch Andrew take a couple sandwiches out of his bag, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag of cookies and a carton of milk. Allison opens her Coke and it fizzes over. She loudly slurps it up off the table and her fingers. Andrew sees Bender looking at him. ANDREW What's your problem? Allison opens her sandwich and and tosses the meat up. It lands on the sculpture above. She opens some pixie stix and pours the sugar on the sandwich and then puts Cap'n Crunch on top of that. She crushes the sandwich together and loudly eats it. Bender goes over and sits by Brian, Bender takes Brian's bag lunch. BENDER What're we having? BRIAN Uh, it's your standard, regular lunch I guess... Bender reaches in the bag and pulls out a thermos. He sets it on the table and points at it. BENDER Milk? BRIAN Soup. Bender goes in again and pulls out a juice box. Brian reaches toward the bag and Bender slaps his hand. BRIAN That's apple juice... BENDER I can read! PB & J with the crusts cut off...Well Brian, this is a very nutritous lunch, all the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers? BRIAN Uh, no, Mr. Johnson... BENDER Ahhh.... Andrew and Claire smile at each other. Bender stands. BENDER Here's my impression of life at big Bri's house... (in a loud and friendly voice) Son! (in a kiddie voice) Yeah Dad? (loud) How's your day, pal? (kiddie) Great Dad, how's yours? (loud) Super, say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend? (kiddie) Great Dad, but I've got homework to do! (loud) That's alright son, you can do it, on the boat! (kiddie) Geee!!! (loud) Dear, isn't our son swell? (quiet and motherly) Yes Dear, isn't life swell? Bender mimes mother kissing father and then father kissing mother and then father punching mother in the face. Suddenly it's not so funny anymore. ANDREW Alright, what about your family? BENDER Oh, mine? ANDREW That's real easy! Bender stands again and points forward. BENDER (as his father) Stupid, worthless, no good, God damned, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, bigmouth, know it all, asshole, jerk! (as his mother) You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful. Bender slams his hand back to slap his invisable mother. BENDER (as his father) Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie! (as himself) What about you Dad? (as his father) Fuck you! (as himself) No, Dad, what about you? (as his father) Fuck you! (as himself--yelling) No, Dad, what about you? (as his father--yelling) Fuck you! He reaches out and pretend he's his father hitting him. BRIAN Is that for real? BENDER (to Brian) You wanna come over sometime? ANDREW That's bullshit. It's all part of your image, I don't believe a word of it. Bender actually looks hurt. BENDER You don't believe me? ANDREW No... BENDER No? ANDREW Did I stutter? Bender comes over to Andrew and rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a circular shaped burn. BENDER Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar...Do I stutter? You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage. Bender begins to walk away. BENDER See I don't think that I need to sit here with you fuckin' dildos anymore! Bender walks over to a map table and throws all the maps on the floor. He climbs up on top of the table and then up to the second floor balcony. CLAIRE (to Andrew) You shouldn't have said that! ANDREW How would I know, I mean he lies about everything anyway! CUT TO: 19. INT. VERNON'S OFFICE - DAY Vernon puts an orange in his mouth and then attempts to pour coffee out of his thermos. The top comes off and the coffee goes all over his desk. VERNON Oh, shit! CUT TO: 20. INT. HALLWAY - DAY Vernon walks into the hallway, talking to himself. VERNON Coffee...looks like they scrape it off the bottom of the Mississippi river. Everything's polluted, everything's polluted...the coffee. Bender comes out of the library doors followed bye veryone else. Bender and Claire are walking next to each other. Brian and Andrew are walking next to each other and at the end of the line, Allison is following. CLAIRE (to Bender) How do you know where Vernon went? BENDER I don't... CLAIRE Well then, how do you know when he'll be back? BENDER I don't...being bad feels pretty good, huh? BRIAN (to Andrew) What's the point in going to Bender's locker? ANDREW Beats me... BRIAN This is so stupid...Why do you think, why are we risking getting caught? ANDREW I dunno... BRIAN So then what are we doing? ANDREW You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you! BRIAN Sorry... Bender opens his locker. ANDREW Slob! BENDER My maid's on vacation. Bender pulls out a bag of marijuana. BRIAN Drugs... ANDREW Screw that Bender...put it back! Bender walks away. BRIAN Drugs...the boy had marijuana. Claire walks after Bender. BRIAN That was marijuana! ANDREW Shut up! Andrew follows the other two. Brian looks at Allison who is standing there with her mouth open. BRIAN Do you approve of this? Brian turns and leaves. Allison steals the lock off of Bender's locker. We see the crowd walking down the hall. BENDER We'll cross through the lab, and then we'll double back. ANDREW You better be right, if Vernon cuts us off it's your fault, asshole! BRIAN (to Claire) What'd he say? Where're we going? They see Vernon down one of the halls. We have various sequences of them running around and seeing Vernon until they stop. BENDER Wait! Wait, hold it! Hold it! We have to go through the cafeteria! ANDREW No, the activities hall. BENDER Hey man, you don't know what you're talking about! ANDREW No you don't know what you're talking about! Allison squeaks. ANDREW Now we're through listening to you, we're going this way. They all go Andrew's way and run into a hall closed by an iron gate. ANDREW Shit! BENDER Great idea Jagoff! ANDREW Fuck you! CLAIRE (to Andrew) Fuck you! Why didn't you listen to John? BRIAN We're dead! BENDER No, just me! BRIAN What do you mean? BENDER Get back to the library, keep your unit on this! Bender puts his bag of marijuana into Brian's underwear. Bender runs away singing loudly. “I wanna be an airborne ranger...” We see Vernon hear Bender. The rest of them run. VERNON That son of a bitch! We see Vernon looking for Bender until he finds him in the gym. Bender is going up for a basket. BENDER Three...two...one! He dunks the ball. Vernon enters. VERNON Bender! Bender! Bender! What is this? What are you doing here, what is this? BENDER Oh, hi! VERNON Out! That's it Bender! Out, it's over! BENDER Don't you wanna hear my excuse? VERNON Out! BENDER I'm thinking of trying out for a scholarship. VERNON Gimmie the ball, Bender. Bender fakes the ball at Vernon. He then sets the ball down and rolls it at Vernon who kicks it back at him. They leave. CUT TO: 21. INT. LIBRARY - DAY The rest of the kids are all sitting back in their seats when Bender and Vernon enter. Vernon pushes Bender. VERNON Get your stuff, let's go! (to everyone) Mr. Wiseguy here has taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. I'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day. BENDER (to Vernon) B-O-O H-O-O! VERNON Everything's a big joke, huh Bender? The false alarm you pulled, Friday, false alarms are really funny, aren't they...What if your home, what if your family... (a beat) ...what if your dope was on fire? BENDER Impossible, sir...It's in Johnson's underwear... Andrew laughs. VERNON (to Andrew) You think he's funny? You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin', is that it? Lemme tell you something. Look at him, he's a bum. (to everybody) You wanna see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years! You'll see how God damned funny he is! (to Bender) What's the matter, John? You gonna cry? Let's go... Vernon grabs Bender's shoulder. BENDER Hey keep your fuckin' hands off me! I expect better manners from you, Dick! Bender takes his sunglasses out of his pocket and lays them in front of Andrew. BENDER For better hallway vision! Bender leaves but not before pushing stuff over on the way. CUT TO: 21. INT. CLOSET - DAY Vernon has put Bender in a closet and is in there talking to him. VERNON That's the last time, Bender. That's the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, do you hear me? I make $31,000 dollars a year and I have a home and I'm not about to throw it away on some punk like you...But someday, man, someday. When you're outta here and you've forgotten all about this place... And they've forgotten all about you and you're wrapped up in your own pathetic life...I'm gonna be there. That's right. And I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you, man, I'm gonna knock your dick in the dirt! BENDER Are you threatening me? VERNON What're you gonna do about it? You think anybody's gonna believe you? You think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? I'm a man of respect around here. They love me around here, I'm a swell guy...you're a lying sack of shit! And everybody knows it. Oh, you're a real tough guy...come on, come on...get on your feet, pal! Let's find out how tough you are! I wanna know right now, how tough you are! Come on! I'll give you the first punch, let's go! Come on, right here, just take the first shot! Please, I'm begging you, take a shot! Come on, just take one shot, that's all I need, just one swing... Bender just sits there staring at Vernon. Vernon fakes a punch and Bender flinches. VERNON That's what I though...you're a gutless turd! Vernon leaves and locks the closet door after him. Bender climbs into a hatch in the ceiling and disappears. CUT TO: 22. INT. HEATING DUCT - DAY Bender is slowly crawling through a heating duct. BENDER (to himself) A naked blond walks into a bar, with a poodle under one arm and a two foot salami under the other. She lays the poodle on the table. Bar- tender says: "I suppose you won't be needing a drink." The naked lady says... The ceiling under Bender gives and he falls through. BENDER (screaming) Oh shit!!!! CUT TO: 23. INT. FACILTY BATHROOM - DAY We see the door to the bathroom. We hear Vernon inside. VERNON (OS) Jesus Christ, allmighty! CUT TO 24. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Bender walks down the stairs. BENDER I forgot my pencil... We hear Vernon in the hall. VERNON (OS) God damnit! What in God's name is going on in here? Vernon enters. VERNON What was that ruckus? ANDREW Uh, what ruckus? VERNON I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus! BRIAN Could you describe the ruckus, sir? VERNON Watch your tongue young man, watch it! We see Bender under the table by Claire's legs. He sits up and bangs his head on the table. He groans. Above the table, Andrew and Claire try to take credit for the noise by making more noise. VERNON What is that? What, what is that, what is that noise? Under the table, Bender looks between Claire's legs and can see her panties. He puts his head between Claire's legs. ANDREW What noise? CLAIRE Really, sir, there wasn't any noise... Claire squeels. She squeezes Bender's head between her knees. Everyone starts faking a coughing fit. CLAIRE (flustered) That noise? Was that the noise you were talking about? VERNON No, it wasn't. That was not the noise I was talking about. Now, I may not have caught you in the act this time, but you can bet I will. Allison laughs at Vernon. VERNON You make book on that missy! (to Claire) And you! I will not be made a fool of! He turns and walks away. We see that he still has the toilet seat cover stuck to his pants. Vernon leaves. Everyone laughs except Claire who lets Bender out to a barage of slaps. BENDER It was an accident! CLAIRE You're an asshole! BENDER So sue me... Bender gets up and walks over to Brian. BENDER So, Ahab...Kybo Mein Doobage... Brian gives Bender his bag of marajuana. Bender turns and walks away. ANDREW Yo waistoid...you're not gonna blaze up in here! Claire gets up and goes after him. Then Brian. ANDREW Shit... Andrew goes. CUT TO: 25. INT. STAIRS - DAY We see Vernon go down the stairs. CUT TO: 26. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Brian, Bender and Claire are sitting in a circle and laughing hysterically. Bender lights Claire up and she coughs the smoke out. Brian laughs at her. He exhales and tries to eat the smoke. He talks in a really weird voice. BRIAN Chicks, cannot hold der smoke! That's what it is! CLAIRE Do you know how popular I am? I'm so popular, everybody loves me so much, at this school... BENDER Poor baby. Brian waves Claire over to him and he falls over. We see Andrew emerge from a really smokey room. He inhales another puff and then starts dancing to everybody's applause. He goes back in the room he was in. He screams and it shatters the glass in the door. CUT TO: 27. INT. BASEMENT - DAY Vernon is glancing through the confidential files in the school basement. VERNON (to himself) Mister, oh mister Tearney...a history of slight mental illness? Wooh, no wonder he's so fucked up! Carl enters. CARL Afternoon, Dick... VERNON Hey Carl, how you doin'? CARL Good... VERNON Good, what's up? CARL Not much, what's happening, what are you doing in the basement files? VERNON Oh, nothin' nothin' here. I'm just doin' a little homework here... CARL Homework, huh? VERNON Yeah... Carl, laughing, comes over and looks at the files that Vernon was looking at. CARL Confidential files...hmmm? VERNON Look, Carl...this is a highly sensitive area and I, I tell you something...certain people would be very very embarrassed. I would really appreciate it if if if if this would be something that, that you and I could keep between us... CARL What're you gonna do for me, man? VERNON Well, well what would you like? CARL Got fifty bucks? VERNON What? CARL Fifty bucks... CUT TO: 28. INT. LIBRARY - DAY We see Andrew and Brian laughing. Allison is hanging out over by the statue in the back of the library. ANDREW No no man, no; you got a middle name? BRIAN Yeah, guess... Allison suddenly takes interest in the conversation and as she speaks, she moves over and sits next to the two. ALLISON Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke... Brian and Andrew look at her in confusion. ALLISON ...your birthday is March 12th, you're five-nine and a half you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1 (a beat) 3. Andrew is impressed. ANDREW Wow! Are you psychic? ALLISON No... BRIAN Well would you mind telling me how you know all this about me? Allison reaches in her bag. ALLISON I stole your wallet... She produces it in her hands and grins. BRIAN Give it to me... ALLISON No... BRIAN Give it! Allison reluctantly hands over the wallet and Brian glances through it to make sure nothing is missing. BRIAN This is great...you're a thief too! Huh? ALLISON I'm not a thief! BRIAN Multi-talented! �� ALLISON What's there to steal? Two bucks and a beaver shot! ANDREW A what? ALLISON He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted! ANDREW Alright, let's see it! We see Bender, he is brushing his teeth with one of Claire's cosmetic brushes. We see Claire looking through Bender's wallet pictures. CLAIRE Are all these your girlfriends? BENDER Some of them... CLAIRE What about the others? BENDER Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some...I just consider... CLAIRE Consider what? BENDER Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them... CLAIRE You don't believe in just one guy, one girl? BENDER Do you? CLAIRE Yeah...that's the way it should be. BENDER Well, not for me... CLAIRE Why not? Bender clearly doesn't want to answer that. He acts defensive. BENDER How come you got so much shit in your purse? CLAIRE How come you got so many girlfriends? BENDER I asked you first... CLAIRE (shrugs) I dunno...I guess I never throw anything away. BENDER Neither do I... CLAIRE Oh... We cut back to where Andrew, Brian and Allison are sitting, Andrew is looking through Brian's wallet. ANDREW This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen... Brian laughs. ANDREW Do you realize you made yourself sixty eight? BRIAN Oh, I know...I know, I goofed it... ANDREW What do you need a fake ID for? BRIAN (like it's obvious) So I can vote! Allison looks up suddenly. ALLISON You wanna see what's in my bag? BRIAN & ANDREW No! Allison looks hurt and then resentful. Just to spite them, she dumps the contents of her bag onto the couch. Lots of stuff comes out. ANDREW Holy shit! What is all that stuff? BRIAN Do you always carry this much shit in your bag? ALLISON Yeah...I always carry this much shit ...in my bag...You never know when you may have to jam... BRIAN Are you gonna be like a shopping bag lady? You know like, sit in alleyways and like talk to buildings and wear men's shoes and that kinda thing? ALLISON I'll do what I have to do... BRIAN Why do you have to do anything? ALLISON (with feeling) My home life is un...satisfying... BRIAN So you're saying you'd subject yourself to the violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your homelife is unsatisfying? ALLISON I don't have to run away and live in the street...I can run away and, go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains. I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan... Brian looks at her and then moves over to Andrew. BRIAN Andy...you wanna get in on this? Allison here says, she wants to run away, because her home life is unsatisfying... ANDREW Well everyone's home lives are un- satisfying...If it wasn't, people would live with there parents forever... BRIAN Yeah, yeah I understand. But I think that her's goes beyond, you know, what guys like you and me... consider normal unsatisfying... ALLISON Nevermind...forget it, everything's cool! Allison starts putting everything back in her purse. ANDREW What's the deal? ALLISON No! There's no deal, Sporto. Forget it, leave me alone. ANDREW Wait a minute, now you're carrying all that crap around in your purse. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away. ALLISON Eat shit! Allison gets up and walks away. BRIAN The girl is an island, with herself. Okay? Andrew gets up and goes after her. ANDREW Hi, you wanna talk? ALLISON No! ANDREW Why not? ALLISON Go away... ANDREW Where do you want me to go? ALLISON GO away! Andrew turns away and Allison starts to cry. ALLISON You have problems... ANDREW Oh, I have problems? ALLISON You do everything everybody ever tells you to do, that is a problem! ANDREW Okay, fine...but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems...Did I? So what's wrong? What is it? Is is bad? Real bad? Parents? Allison is silently crying. ALLISON Yeah... Andrew nods. ANDREW What do they do to you? ALLISON They ignore me... ANDREW Yeah...yeah... They both are crying silently. CUT TO: 29. INT. BASEMENT - DAY Vernon and Carl are sitting talking. VERNON What did you want to be when you were young? CARL When I was a kid, I wanted to be John Lennon... VERNON Carl don't be a goof! I'm trying to make a serious point here...I've been teaching, for twenty two years, and each year...these kids get more and more arrogant. CARL Aw bull shit, man. Come on Vern, the kids haven't changed, you have! You took a teaching position, 'cause you thought it'd be fun, right? Thought you could have summer vacations off...and then you found out it was actually work...and that really bummed you out. VERNON These kids turned on me...they think I'm a big fuckin' joke... CARL Come on...listen Vern, if you were sixteen, what would you think of you, huh? VERNON Hey...Carl, you think I give one rat's ass what these kids think of me? CARL Yes I do... VERNON You think about this...when you get old, these kids; when I get old, they're gonna be runnin' the country. CARL Yeah? VERNON Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night... That when I get older, these kids are gonna take care of me... CARL I wouldn't count on it! Vernon ponders that statement for a moment. CUT TO: 30. INT. LIBRARY - DAY They are sitting on the floor in a circle. ANDREW What would I do for a million bucks? Well, I guess I'd do as little as I had to... CLAIRE That's boring... ANDREW Well, how'm I s'posed to answer? CLAIRE The idea is to like search your mind for the absolute limit. Like, uh, would you drive to school naked? Andrew laughs. ANDREW Um, uh...would I have to get out of the car? CLAIRE Of course... ANDREW In the spring, or winter? CLAIRE It doesn't matter...spring... ANDREW In front of the school or in back of the school? CLAIRE Either one... ANDREW Yes... ALLISON I'd do that! They all look at her. ALLISON I'll do anything sexual, I don't need a million dollars to do it either... CLAIRE You're lying... ALLISON I already have...I've done just about everything there is except a few things that are illegal...I'm a nymphomaniac! Claire rolls her eyes. CLAIRE Lie... BRIAN Are your parents aware of this? ALLISON The only person I told was my shrink... ANDREW And what'd he do when you told him? ALLISON He nailed me... CLAIRE Very nice... ALLISON I don't think that from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed as rape since I paid him. CLAIRE He's an adult! Allison is relishing this attention. ALLISON Yeah...he's married too! Claire notes her disgust. CLAIRE Do you have any idea how completely gross that is? ALLISON Well, the first few times... CLAIRE First few times? You mean he did it more than once? ALLISON Sure... CLAIRE Are you crazy? BRIAN Obviously she's crazy if she's screwing her shrink... ALLISON (to Claire) Have you ever done it? CLAIRE I don't even have a psychiatrist... ALLISON Have you ever done it with a normal person? CLAIRE Now, didn't we already cover this? BENDER You never answered the question... CLAIRE Look, I'm not gonna discuss my private life with total strangers. ALLISON It's kind of a double-edged sword, isn't it? CLAIRE A what? ALLISON Well, if you say you haven't... you're a prude. If you say you have...you're a slut! It's a trap. You want to but you can't but when you do you wish you didn't, right? CLAIRE Wrong... ALLISON Or, are you a tease? ANDREW She's a tease... CLAIRE Oh why don't you just forget it... ANDREW You're a tease and you know it, all girls are teases! BENDER (to Andrew) She's only a tease if what she does gets you hot... CLAIRE I don't do anything! ALLISON That's why you're a tease... CLAIRE Okay, lemme ask you a few questions. Allison is suddenly defensive. ALLISON I've already told you everything! CLAIRE No! Doesn't it bother you to sleep around without being in love. I mean don't you want any respect? ALLISON I don't screw to get respect...That's the difference between you and me... CLAIRE Not the only difference, I hope. BENDER Face it, you're a tease. CLAIRE I'm not a tease! BENDER Sure you are! You said it yourself sex is a weapon, you use it to get respect! CLAIRE No, I never said that, she twisted my words around. BENDER Oh then what do you use it for? CLAIRE I don't use it period! Claire is on the verge of tears. BENDER Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological? CLAIRE I didn't mean it that way! You guys are putting words into my mouth! BENDER Well if you'd just answer the question... BRIAN Why don't you just answer the question? ANDREW Be honest... BENDER No big deal... BRIAN Yeah, answer it! ANDREW Answer the question, Claire! BENDER Talk to us! ANDREW & BRIAN Come on, answer the question! BENDER It's easy, it's only one question! Claire silences all of them by screaming. CLAIRE (screaming) No! I never did it! Silence for two beats. ALLISON I never did it either, I'm not a nymphomaniac...I'm a compulsive liar... CLAIRE You are such a bitch! You did that on purpose just to fuck me over! ALLISON I would do it though...If you love someone it's okay... CLAIRE I can't believe you, you're so weird. You don't say anything all day and then when you open your mouth...you unload all these tremendous lies all over me! ANDREW You're just pissed off because she got you to admit something you didn't want to admit to... CLAIRE Okay, fine, but that doesn't make it any less bizarre... ANDREW What's bizarre? I mean we're all pretty bizarre! Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all. CLAIRE (to Andrew) How are you bizarre? Allison decides to field that question. ALLISON He can't think for himself... ANDREW She's right...do you guys know what, uh, what I did to get in here? I taped Larry Lester's buns together. Claire laughs. BRIAN (to Andrew) That was you? ANDREW (to Brian) Yeah, you know him? BRIAN Yeah, I know him... ANDREW Well then you know how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some, some skin too... CLAIRE Oh my God... ANDREW And the bizarre thing is, is that I did it for my old man...I tortured this poor kid, because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school...all the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right...So, I'm...I'm sitting in the locker room, and I'm taping up my knee. And Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me. Yeah...he's kinda... he's kinda skinny, weak. And I started thinking about my father, and his attitude about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I uh, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him...And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father. And Larry havin' to go home and...and explain what happened to him. And the humiliation...fucking humiliation he mustuv felt. It mustuv been unreal...I mean, (he's crying) I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way...it's all because of me and my old man. Oh God, I fucking hate him! He's like this...he's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore..."Andrew, you've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family...Your intensity is for shit! Win. Win! WIN!!!" You son of a bitch! You know, sometimes, I wish my knee would give...and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me... BENDER I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling. Andrew laughs briefly. BRIAN It's like me, you know, with my grades...like, when I, when I step outside myself kinda, and when I, when I look in at myself you know? And I see me and I don't like what I see, I really don't. CLAIRE What's wrong with you? Why don't you like yourself? BRIAN 'Cause I'm stupid...'cause I'm failing shop. See we had this assignment, to make this ceramic elephant, and um...and we had eight weeks to do it and we're s'posed ta, and it was like a lamp, and when you pull the trunk the light was s'posed to go on...my light didn't go on, I got a F on it. Never got a F in my life... When I signed up, you know, for the course I mean. I thought I was playing it real smart, you know. 'Cause I thought, I'll take shop, it'll be such an easy way to maintain my grade point average... BENDER Why'd you think it'd be easy? BRIAN Have you seen some of the dopes that take shop? BENDER I take shop...you must be a fuckin' idiot! BRIAN I'm a fuckin' idiot because I can't make a lamp? BENDER No, you're a genius because you can't make a lamp... BRIAN What do you know about Trigonometry? BENDER I could care less about Trigonometry... BRIAN Bender, did you know without Trigonometry there'd be no engineering? BENDER Without lamps, there'd be no light! CLAIRE Okay so neither one of you is any better than the other one... Allison feels left out. ALLISON I can write with my toes! I can also eat, brush my teeth... CLAIRE With your feet? ALLISON ...play Heart & Soul on the piano. BRIAN I can make spaghetti! CLAIRE (to Andrew) What can you do? ANDREW I can...uh...tape all your buns together... BENDER I wanna see what Claire can do! CLAIRE I can't do anything. BENDER Now, everybody can do something... CLAIRE There's one thing I can do, no forget it, it's way too embarrassing. BENDER You ever seen Wild Kingdom? I mean that guy's been doing that show for thirty years. CLAIRE Okay, but you have to swear to God you won't laugh...I can't believe I'm actually doing this... Claire takes lipstick out and opens it. She places it between her breasts and applies it from her cleavage. When she lifts her head, her lipstick is perfect. Everyone claps. Bender's clap is sarcastic and slow. ANDREW All right, great! Where'd you learn to do that? CLAIRE Camp, seventh grade... BENDER That was great, Claire...my image of you is totally blown... ALLISON You're a shit! Don't do that to her you swore to God you wouldn't laugh! BENDER Am I laughing? ANDREW You fucking prick! Bender turns to Andrew. As he speaks, we can see his words hitting home. BENDER What do you care what I think, anyway? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference...I may as well not even exist at this school, remember? (he turns to Claire) And you...don't like me anyway! CLAIRE You know, I have just as many feelings as you do and it hurts just as much when somebody steps all over them! BENDER God, you're so pathetic! (furious) Don't you ever...ever! Compare yourself to me! Okay? You got everything, and I got shit! Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? School would probably fucking shut down if you didn't show up! "Queenie isn't here!" I like those earrings Claire. CLAIRE (quietly) Shut up... BENDER Are those real diamonds, Claire? CLAIRE (angry) Shut up! BENDER CLAIRE I bet they are...did you work, for the money Shut... for those earrings? Your mouth! BENDER Or did your daddy buy those? CLAIRE (furious) Shut up! Claire starts crying. BENDER I bet he bought those for you! I bet those are a Christmas gift! Right? You know what I got for Christmas this year? It was a banner fuckin' year at the old Bender family! I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said "Hey! Smoke up Johnny!" Okay, so go home'n cry to your daddy, don't cry here, okay? There are a few beats. ANDREW My God, are we gonna be like our parents? CLAIRE Not me...ever... ALLISON It's unavoidable, it just happens. CLAIRE What happens? ALLISON When you grow up, your heart dies. BENDER Who cares? Allison is on the verge of tears herself. ALLISON I care... BRIAN Um, I was just thinking, I mean. I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering, um, what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean I consider you guys my friends, I'm not wrong, am I? ANDREW No... BRIAN So, so on Monday...what happens? CLAIRE Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is? BRIAN Yeah... CLAIRE Do you want the truth? BRIAN Yeah, I want the truth... CLAIRE I don't think so... ALLISON Well, do you mean all of us or just John? CLAIRE With all of you... ANDREW That's a real nice attitude, Claire! CLAIRE Oh, be honest, Andy...if Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him! ANDREW No way! ALLISON 'Kay, what if I came up to you? CLAIRE Same exact thing! BENDER (furious and screaming at Claire) You are a bitch! CLAIRE Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch? BENDER No! 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do to someone! And you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell 'em that you're gonna like who you wanna like! CLAIRE Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to one of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? What about Andy for that matter, what about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together. They'd laugh their asses off and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with me so they'd forgive you for being seen with me. BENDER (furious once again) Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends so you just stick to the things you know, shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW and your poor--rich--drunk mother in the Carribean! CLAIRE (furious and sobbing) Shut up! BENDER And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways at school, you can forget it! 'Cause it's never gonna happen! Just bury your head in the sand...and wait for your fuckin' prom! CLAIRE I hate you! BENDER Yeah? Good! There is silence until Brian speaks. BRIAN Then I assume Allison and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos... (to Allison) Do you, would you do that to me? ALLISON I don't have any friends... BRIAN Well if you did? ALLISON No...I don't think the kind of friends I'd have would mind... BRIAN I just wanna tell, each of you, that I wouldn't do that...I wouldn't and I will not! 'Cause I think that's real shitty... CLAIRE Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us... Brian laughs at her. BRIAN You're so conceited, Claire. You're so conceited. You're so, like, full of yourself, why are you like that? CLAIRE (crying again) I'm not saying that to be conceited! I hate it! I hate having to go along with everything my friends say! BRIAN Well then why do you do it? CLAIRE I don't know, I don't...you don't understand..you don't. You're not friends with the same kind of people that Andy and I are friends with! You know, you just don't understand the pressure that they can put on you! Brian is shocked. BRIAN I don't understand what? You think I don't understand pressure, Claire? Well fuck you! Fuck you! Brian hides his head in his arm because he is crying. BRIAN Know why I'm here today? Do you? I'm here because Mr. Ryan found a gun in the locker... ANDREW Why'd you have a gun in your locker? BRIAN I tried. You pull the fuckin' trunk on it and the light's s'posed to go on...and it didn't go on, I mean, I... ANDREW What's the gun for Brian? BRIAN Just forget it... ANDREW You brought it up, man! BRIAN I can't have an F, I can't have it and I know my parents can't have it! Even if I aced the rest of the semester, I'm still only a B. And everything's ruined for me! CLAIRE (with pity) Oh Brian... Brian bashes a chair over. BRIAN So I considered my options, you know? CLAIRE No! Killing yourself is not an option! BRIAN Well I didn't do it, did I? No, I don't think so! ALLISON It was a hand gun? BRIAN No, it was a flare gun, went off in my locker. ANDREW Really? Andrew starts to laugh. BRIAN It's not funny... They all start to laugh, including Brian. BRIAN Yes it is...fuckin' elephant was destroyed! ALLISON You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing...I didn't have anything better to do. Everyone laughs. ALLISON You're laughing at me... ANDREW No! Allison starts to laugh too. ALLISON Yeah you are! CUT TO: 31. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Later. We see Brian putting a record on and then music starts. We see them all dancing. This goes on for the duration of the song. CUT TO: 32. INT. HEATING DUCT - DAY We see Bender crawling back through the heating duct. CUT TO: 33. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Andrew, Allison, Claire and Brian are sitting, in that order on the railing. CLAIRE Brian? BRIAN Yeah? CLAIRE Are you gonna write your paper? BRIAN Yeah, why? CLAIRE Well, it's kinda a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think? BRIAN Oh, but that's what Vernon wants us to do... CLAIRE True, but I think we'd all kinda say the same thing. BRIAN You just don't want to write your paper...Right? CLAIRE True, but, you're the smartest, right? BRIAN (with pride) Oh, well... CLAIRE We trust you... Brian glances over at Allison and Andrew who nod in approval. ANDREW Yeah... BRIAN All right, I'll do it... CLAIRE Great... Claire looks at Allison who looks back. CLAIRE (to Allison) Come on... ALLISON Where're we going? CLAIRE Come on! We see Claire putting eye make-up on Allison. CLAIRE Don't be afraid. ALLISON Don't stick that in my eye! CLAIRE I'm not sticking it, just close... just go like that... Claire closes her eyes. Allison mimics her. CLAIRE Good... Claire puts the make-up on her and Allison squeals. CLAIRE You know you really do look a lot better without all that black shit on your eyes... ALLISON Hey...I like that black shit... CLAIRE This looks a lot better...look up. We see Brian thinking about what he's going to write. We see Andrew just thinking. We see Allison and Claire again. Claire is still putting make-up on Allison. ALLISON Please, why're you being so nice to me? CLAIRE 'Cause you're letting me. We see Brian begin to write. We see Andrew, still deep in thought. CUT TO: 34. INT. CLOSET - DAY We see Bender, in the closet once again. Claire opens the door and enters. BENDER You lost? Claire stares at him. Bender smiles. Claire smiles. CUT TO: 35. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Brian is busily preparing the essay. Andrew looks up and sees the newly made over Allison and is in awe. Allison walks towards him and stops when she notices Brian staring at her with his mouth open. She glares at him. BRIAN Cool! ALLISON (smiling) Thank you! CUT TO: 36. INT. CLOSET - DAY Claire kisses Bender, then she breaks the kiss. BENDER Why'd you do that? CLAIRE 'Cause I knew you wouldn't. BENDER You know how you said before, how your parents used you to get back at each other...wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity? CLAIRE Were you really disgusted about what I did with my lipstick? BENDER Truth? CLAIRE Truth... Bender nods and speaks at the same time. BENDER No... CUT TO: 37. INT. LIBRARY - DAY We see Brian lift up his paper and kiss it. We see Andrew and Allison. ANDREW What happened to you? ALLISON Why? Claire did it! What's wrong? ANDREW Nothing's wrong, it's just so different. I can see your face. ALLISON Is that good or bad? ANDREW (laughing) It's good! Allison smiles. We see Brian laugh and give himself a congratulatory punch in the arm. CUT TO: 38. INT. HALLWAY - DAY The five are walking down the hall where they are met by Carl, sweeping up. Brian nods at him. CARL See ya Brian... BRIAN Hey Carl... BENDER (to Carl) See you next Saturday... CARL You bet! CUT TO: 39. EXT. PARKING LOT - DAY Brian gets into his dad’s car and leaves. Andrew and Allison kiss, Allison rips a patch off Andrew’s jacket and gets into the car. Andrew's dad arrives and looks at him, then at Allison. Andrew gets into the car and they drive off. We see Claire take out one of her diamond earrings and put it into Benders hand. They kiss and she gets into her car. She leaves. We see Bender put the earring in his ear. CUT TO: 40. INT. LIBRARY - DAY We see Vernon pick up Brian's essay and begin to read. BRIAN (VO) Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. CUT TO: 41. EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY We see Bender walking towards us as Brian's monologue continues. BRIAN (VO) (CONT'D) But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain... ANDREW (VO) ...and an athlete... ALLISON (VO) ...and a basket case... CLAIRE (VO) ...a princess... BENDER (VO) ...and a criminal... BRIAN (VO) Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club. We see Bender walking across the football field as he thrusts his fist into the air in a silent cheer and freezes there. The Breakfast Club Starring... Andrew Clark.............Emilio Estevez Richard Vernon...........Paul Gleason Brian Johnson............Anthony Michael Hall Carl.....................John Kapelos John Bender..............Judd Nelson Claire Standish..........Molly Ringwald Allison Reynolds.........Ally Sheedy

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