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Grill the Grid

Guys, I'm sorry this is so short. I've had a bout of writers block but still wanted to get another chapter out. I will be going back to working on the regular chapters soon! But enjoy this take on Grill the Grid!

Like always - comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! Much love :D

Key for this chapter: regular text - just normal speaking bold - words on the flip boards italics - scene change bold italics - the narrator lady

Episode One: Radio Show 

A quick snapshot of each driver shows up before the opening title of “Grill the Grid” crosses the screen. 

You quickly showed up and clapped your hands. 

“Welcome ladies and gents to another season of Grill the Grid.” You showed a cheeky smile as you winked to the camera. 

“Can you please state your name and what team you drive for?” 

You sighed as you thought. “Christian is going to kill me if I can't remember all of it.” You looked back at the camera. “My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula One Team.” 

“That is correct.” 

Your eyes widened as you started to laugh. “I didn’t think I’d get that.” 

The lady behind the camera smiled. “Max didn’t get the entire thing.” 

You stared at the camera like you were on the office before turning to someone off camera to the side. “Do I get a point for that?” 

The video now cut to Max. 

Max had his hands on his side, head down before he looked back up. 

He had a nervous smile as he tried to think. “Yeah, I don’t know. Red Bull Racing?” He shrugged as multiple people around him laughed. 

“It’s actual Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “How is anyone supposed to remember that?” 

“Y/n did.” 

“Of course.” 

Words flashed on the screen signaling to viewers the actual start of the episode. Multiple familiar faces showed as they all stood next to a board with multiple flaps of paper. 

Lando smugly looked at the title and then to the camera. “I got this in the bag.” 

“How do you think you’ll do?” 

Oscar was now on screen. “Uhhhhh.” He didn’t have time to answer.

“I think I’ll do ok. I’m not too familiar with other team’s radios, but I can try?” A red-clad Monegasque questioned himself. 

The drivers all flipped the first page.

--He better get me more stroopwaffles after that. Asshole--  

You flipped the first page and barely glanced at it before answering. “Lando.” 

“Lando.” Max also flipped.

Oscar, Daniel, Charles, and Carlos at once, “Lando.” 

Lando just stared into the camera. “Me?” 

You smiled back at the camera. “This was at Zandvoort right? After Max kinda bumped him.” 

“He pushed me off the track! Bumped is an understatement.” Lando now flipped the next page and leaned back to laugh. “Y/n.” 

--Speed. I am Speed. One winner, 19 losers. I eat losers for breakfast--

Max, once again, barely glanced before answering, “Y/n.” 

Lance looked around trying to get a hint. He couldn’t find one. “Logan? I know he’s watched the Cars movies.” 

Logan laughed as well before shaking his head. “Y/n.” 

“Me.” Your face flushed red. “Truthfully, I didn’t know the radio was on.” 

Oscar made a noise as he thought. “I want to say Logan because he recently watched that. But my heart wants to say Y/n.” 

“Is that your final answer.” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s correct.” 

Fernando, Carlos, Daniel, and Alex flipped the page. “Y/n.” 

--This is what she gets for telling me to use my mirrors. AHA! Does she even have her driver’s license?-- 

“Aha! This is Daniel.” You stood looking at the next page. “So in quali, he almost hit me in turn four during my flying lap and I told him to use his mirrors in the race. Well, he overtook me in the first lap and I fell behind.” Your smile disappeared as you looked right into the camera. “And yes, I have my driver’s license.” 

Daniel almost fell to his knees as he read the next one. His gummy smile almost took over his face. “This is me to Y/n.” 

Max just looked lost. “Who said this?” 

“Daniel.”

“Oh.”  

 

Episode Two: Champions Part 2

“So do you know what’s next?” 

You looked confused as you looked around the empty space. “Well there’s no board here?” 

Charles shrugged. “It could be anything. I certainly hope that this season we won’t have to list the champions in some order again.” 

Max looked around with a confused look. “Again?” 

Lewis rolled his eyes. “Man I knew I should have gone back and actually memorized them.” 

“There’s no way someone is getting all of them. Sebastian is gone.” Lando shrugged. 

It was now back to Charles who looked a bit more pale. A loud beep sounded on a views screen as he looked down. 

You once again clapped. “I knew all those Wikipedia pages would come in handy. Are we starting from newest to oldest or oldest to newest.” 

“Any way you want.” 

You looked up in thought as you started to list. “Ok. Max was in 2023, 2022, 2021. Then Lewis in 2020, 2019, 1028, 2017. Nico won in 2016 then it was back to Lewis in ’15 and ’14. Seb won from 2013 to 2010…” 

Max sighed before he started. “Uh, me in 2023 to 2021. Then Lewis until 2014.” 

“Incorrect. Nico won in 2016.” 

Max hummed. “Uh, Nico in ’16. Then Lewis to ’14. I know Seb won in 2013.” 

It was back to you. “And then Michael Schumacher again in 2010, which was his first with Ferrari. Then it was Hakkinen in ’99 and ’98. Uh, Villeneuve in 1997 who was preceded by Hill in 1996. Then it was back to Schumi in ’95 and ’94.”

Lando looked lost. 

Charles was still pale but he tried. “It was Max, Lewis, Nico, Lewis again. Then Seb then Lewis again?” 

“You’re forgetting another Mercedes Driver.” 

Charles looked even more confused. “Uh.” 

“Jensen Button in 2009.” 

“He was in Mercedes?” Charles just ended up walking off. 

Back to you. “Mario Andretti was the last American in 1978. Niki and Hunt danced around from 1977 to 1976. Then it was Fittipaldi, Stewart, Fittpaldi, Stewart, Rindt, Stewart respectfully in 1975, 1974, 1973, 1972, 1971, and 1970.” 

Oscar looked as if he was having a stroke. 

Logan ran a hand down his face. “I only know Andretti in 1978 and then Phil Hill in 1961. You know. Go America!” 

Fernando tried but couldn’t get past the nineties. Yet he had a smile on his face. “Y/n got all of these right, correct?” 

“She was the only one.”  

“Shut up, no she wasn’t.” Lando didn’t believe it. 

“Of course she did.” Max could only chuckle. “She would brag and brag about this in the plane.” 

“And then Ascari in 1952, then Fangio in 1951, and finally Farina in 1950!” You had a proud look on your face. “I knew I could do it. Did I miss any?” 

“Nope.”  

Episode Three: Guess These Headlights 

Charles, who had now recovered from his bout of PTSD, suddenly looked excited. “Now here is something I can do.” 

“Are you a car guy?” 

“Definitely.” Carlos responded with a smug look. “I grew up around cars.” 

“I mean. I know my McLarens?” Oscar questioned. “This is going to be hard.” 

Lando looked ready. “Let’s get this going.” 

You looked determined. “Bring it on.” You flipped the first page. “Ah. That’s a classic. A Ferrari F40.” You turned back to the camera. “If I didn’t have my Porsches, I would have bought an F40.” A far away thoughtful look crossed your face. “Maybe I’ll still get one. I’ll ask Charles. He can get me one.”  

Charles quickly answered “F40” and then flipped. “Ah. This is McLaren P1.” 

“McLaren P1,” Oscar answered. “The logo is in the headlights. Pretty helpful.” 

Daniel flipped the next one and stood back, hands on his hips. “I know Max has this car. But I can’t remember the name.” 

Lance finally looked as though he knew what it was. “This is the Aston Valkyrie.” 

Fernando also guessed it correctly. “Aston Valkyrie.” 

Next, Carlos easily got the next one. “La Ferrari. I wanted one.” 

“Did you get one.” 

Carlos nodded his head before answering. “No.” 

Max flipped through the pages very quickly. “Ah! I know this one. Y/n has two of these. It’s the Porsche 9-11’s.” 

“Y/n’s Porsche. The 9-11 model,” Alex responded. 

“I see these in my garage since Y/n’s apartment didn’t come with one, so she puts her’s in mine. It’s the Porsche 9-11,” Logan had a happy smile as he knew one. The next one, he didn’t know. 

“Not a clue.” Charles, Oscar, and Daniel all said as they flipped. 

Max took a minute to look at the X looking headlights. He hummed. “Y/n was just showing me a TikTok with this car. Says she wants one someday.” 

You had a giant grin on your face as you looked at the headlights. 

“Do you know what this car is?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I know. It’s the 3 million dollar Ferrari V12 Engine Apollo Project Evo. There are currently 10 of them only in the world, and they are all owned.” 

“Do you have one of them?” 

You only smirked as you looked into the camera.

Max still stood next to his board, eyes to the sky as he really thought. His eyebrows raised as he remembered the answer. “This is like...the Apollo E car?” 

“That is correct. Now, does Y/n own one of these? She didn’t give us an answer.” 

Max looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh. No comment?”   

  

Episode Four: Random Skills

“Ok. For this challenge you have to guess what driver has this skill.” 

“Easy.” Came from Lando. 

You looked around confused. “I don’t think I have any skills.” 

“Do I even have a skill for them to use?” Lewis questioned himself. 

“First skill. Which driver is known for playing the piano.” 

“Sharl,” you smirked. “Easy.” 

“Charles.” Lance, Fernando, and Daniel all answered. 

“Me.” The Monegasque had a smile on his face. 

Oscar looked up. “Is it Y/n? She looks like she can play the piano.” 

“He said that? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You shrugged. 

“Which drivers claims to be able to hit a hole in one at the Monte Carlo Golf Course.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “I know Lando has claimed, but I’m going to say Carlos.” 

Carlos looked lost. “Me? I don’t know if I’ve said that though. Maybe Lando?” 

Logan answered, “Lando?” 

Lando also looked lost. “Me?” 

“No.” 

“Who is it then?” You questioned. Lando and Carlos had been your guess. 

“It is Pierre Gasly.” 

Lando huffed. “Get out of here.” 

The man in question had a guilty smile. “I forgot I said that. Let’s say it’s still true.”

You looked eager to get on with the game. You wanted to win that trophy. 

“Which driver has set a drive time around the Daytona International Speedway at 1 minute and 40 seconds. Which is only 8 seconds slower than the lap record.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know I would get on here for this category. It’s me right?” 

“Correct, Logan.”  

You took a little while to guess. “I’m gonna say Logan. Sounds like a very American thing to do at Daytona. And his brother drove for NASCAR right?” 

“Correct.”

Your fist pumped the air. 

Oscar looked elated at this question. “It’s Logan. I was there when he did it.” A big smile crossed his face. 

Lance looked around in thought. “Uhhhhh. Lando? I don’t know.” 

Lando also looked happy, as he seemed to know the answer. “It’s Logan right? Yeah, Logan. Final answer.” 

“Are there any geography questions this season, or…” Max drew out the last syllable as he laughed with the others. He suddenly went cold stare. “I’m being serious.” 

“Which driver knows how to moon walk?” 

Fernando squinted his eyes as he thought before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s one of the young ones right? Yuki?” 

Yuki was also as lost as Fernando. “I wish it was me. Maybe Lando? He DJ’s right?” 

“It’s not Lando. But it is a younger driver.” 

“I should know this after she made me play Just Dance for three hours one time. It’s Y/n.” Logan looked put off at his mention of the dance off. 

Oscar also looked bored as he also brought it up. “Yeah, it’s Y/n. I threw Just Dance out after she left. No more.” 

Max rubbed his face. “She plays it with P whenever she comes over. They play the same one over and over again. Y/n.” 

Charles had a far off look, like one of an older man who suddenly was hit with PTSD from war. He whispered, “We don’t mention moonwalk. Not after her and Arthur…” He never finished as he walked off again. 

You had a shit-eating grin on your face. “Me! And I tried to teach it to Oscar, Lando, Logan, Max, Charles, Arthur…” You just seemed to keep going and going. They finally had to stop you before you kept going on about the Just Dance discography. 

Bloopers

You stood in front of the camera with one of the que things that snap. “And action! Do you even say that anymore? And I thought this was an actual set. I might have cried when I saw the green screen.” 

Beep 

The camera showed Max creeping in as you continued listing all of the champions in order. He looked over at the camera like was on the office. “Is she still going?” 

Beep

Logan kept touching his hair and the makeup lady would slap his hands away to fix it. “NASCAR drivers don’t have to go through this. I bet they don’t have to list all the freaking Formula 1 champions in order.” He leaned in and made a gesture. “See. All they have to do is kiss a brick and they get one when they win.” 

Beep 

Oscar smiled as he looked around, honestly excited to get this over with. “I think I’m finally ready for redemption. This should be easy.” 

The camera cut to him after ever he finished filming. “I take it back. That was not easy. You guys really need to find better questions.” 

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[just-a-fluffy-knight]

Little Sass Factory

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: canon typical language, Logan being ruthless and Wade being a teasy asshole

A/N: LETS GOOO DEADPOOL AND WOLVIE FIC‼️‼️ I’ve been wanting to write for these guys ever since I saw the movie y’all have no idea I am so obsessed with them right now 😞 AND A PLUS BEING THIS DOESNT NECESSARILY SPOIL THE MOVIE SOOOO YALL CAN READ IT 🙌🏻🙌🏻

I really hope y’all like this bc I cannot stop thinking about them and yapping about them to my buddies 😭🙏🏻 Like as much as I’d love to wreck these two, I cannot stop thinking about them as a ler duo so have this :]

OKAY HAVE FUN READING YALL 🫂❤️

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“Y’know what? I’m actually real excited for this! Moony has been wanting to write a thing with us for a while now! Good on her for pushing through the writers block, that shit sucks ass.”

“…What the hell are you talking about?! We’re looking for the kid, remember!?”

And that they were. They’d been scouring the apartment for like… six minutes now trying to find you. But somehow, you’d been able to consistently switch hiding spots without them noticing.

How? They had no clue. The pair wouldn’t have been surprised discovering you were also some kind of mutant but with advanced sneakiness, if that was even a thing.

Wade was actually having a bit of fun with this, whereas Logan… he was getting pretty pissed. More so than usual.

“Kid, I swear to god, if you don’t show yourself in ten goddamn seconds, I WILL start tearing this fucking place down!”

Logan crouched, his claws instantly coming out, making Wade panic.

“Woaaah, woah, woah, woah! Easy, Peanut, we’re trying to find ‘em! Not kill them, which may sound a little rich coming from me-“

“I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be angry. The kid decided to pull that shit on us and then split. And now we can’t find ‘em.” The older man growled, his claws retracting back into his hands.

“And this is the moment we start working together!” Wade announced, an arm slung around Logan’s shoulder that most likely would’ve been sliced if he hadn’t allowed the latter to shrug it off in annoyance.

However, Logan swiftly turned at the sound of a noise nearby, his eyebrow raising as he went to check it out, leaving Wade to keep rambling about nonsense he didn’t understand.

“God, where’s Peter Parker when you need him?? Actually, I don’t think I’d mind a lil bit of Miguel O’hara…” Wade let out a long whistle.

“…Ah wait, he doesn’t have that Spidey-Tingle , fUCK-!”

The merc suddenly yelped as he was grabbed by his collar, being yanked towards where Logan was moving.

Meanwhile, you were curled up, both hands over your mouth as you tried to shut yourself up, anxious titters threatening to give yourself away.

You mentally berated that stupid floorboard that just had to creak at the slightest bit of goddamn pressure.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNNN! Come on out now, we’re not gonna hurt ya!”

The sound of the merc’s goofy teasing made you snicker even more, but when you heard how close Logan’s voice was to the closet, you froze.

“Why the hell do you have to talk like that?”

“Whaaat? It turns up the fun knob a little bit! And I know they can hear meeeee!” Wade crooned in that same sing-song tone, followed by an unamused huff from Logan.

“We’re gonna getcha, we’re gonna getchaaaa!”

God, could they just get out the room?? You had to throw them off again and fast. During your panicked inner monologue, you were soon met with… silence.

You relaxed, knowing you must’ve had an opportunity.

…At least you did until you realised something. When the hell is it ever quiet when those two are together?

Then, you heard a hushed voice coming from outside the closet door.

“Ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for…”

…Oh, fuck.

Without warning, the closet doors were swung open by Wade, and the merc jokingly vocalised (very off-key too) while throwing his arms up with a flourish.

“WOOOAAAAAH!”

As you yelped in fear and dashed out the closet, Wade laughed and made a glance towards… well, air.

“If ya know, ya know!”

You quickly slipped past Wade, also laughing as you ran out the door to the room you’d been hiding in.

“Yohou’ll never take me al- ACK-!”

You yelped again as two strong arms wrapped around your torso, hoisting you up and off the floor.

…Shit.

“And just where do you think you’re goin, bub?”

“Wait, wahahait! Logan, hohold on-“

“No no no no no, I’m not waiting for anything.” Logan interrupted, carrying you back into the bedroom. “Not after you pulled that shit.”

“Oh, whahat? A little bit of water?”

“I wouldn’t say the rubber band on the sink trick counts as a little bit of water, Y/N.” Wade snickered, crossing his arms and smiling proudly at the fact you’d been caught.

“Come ohon, it wasn’t that bahAD-!” You yelped again as you were tossed onto the bed, still giggling. “Whahat’s the matter? Couldn’t shake the water off, kitty cat?”

The older hero scowled threateningly at you, ignoring Wade who sniggered at the joking insult.

“What?”

“You heheard me!”

Just as Logan was about to full on lunge towards you, Wade grabbed him.

“Hey, hey! Easy now, boy.” The merc spoke like he was talking to a feral dog, making Logan glare at him and growl.

“God, what now?”

“We gotta approach slowly! It builds up anticipation…” As Wade spoke, he began slowly approaching, carefully clambering onto the bed. “And proves to this little prankster how royally fucked they are!”

And it was working. Your giggles soon turned nervous, and you curled up, attempting to shy away from Wade (but not actually putting a lot of effort into getting away, much to Logan’s surprise and Wade’s amusement).

“And theeeen I’m juuust gonnaaaaaa…”

Suddenly, the merc’s arms swiftly looped under your own, lifting and leaving your, well, everything pretty much exposed and unable to be protected.

“Go on, boy! Gettem! Gettem, boy!”

Logan’s fury was way too fuelled by Wade’s stupid comments to even allow you to get a word in edgeways, instantly lunging forwards before digging and vibrating his claw-shaped hands right into your ribs.

“OhoH SHIHIHIT-! L-Logan, gehet OHOHOFF-!” A squeal left your mouth as you burst into frantic giggles and tried to kick, only for the older man to firmly shove right back at your legs, rendering you unable to fight back.

“God, will you just- quit the kicking?” Logan growled, a surprising air of playfulness behind it as he shot his hands right down to your thighs, firmly kneading there.

Despite already squealing your ass off, you couldn’t help but make a quip.

“Mahahaking biscuits reheally isn’t gonna hehehelp you beat the kitty allegahations, buhud-!”

Another low grumble filled the room, before Logan turned his head to Wade.

“Shut the kid up.”

“Roger that!”

Wade did a dumb salute before unhooking his arms from under yours to wiggle his fingers right into your armpits.

“Getchagetchagetcha!”

“AAAAHHHHHAHA DAMMIHIHIT-!” You practically shrieked, your giggles instantly shifting into full blown laughter as you pinned your elbows to your ribs, trying to squirm away but failing thanks to that iron grip Logan had on your legs.

“Ooh! I think I got a killer spot here, Logan!”

“Hmph, that’s nothin. Watch this.”

Logan earned another screech by mercilessly drilling his thumbs into your hips, making you buck instinctively and cackle uncontrollably.

“Nuh-uh! Armpits are the killer!” Wade protested, the merc speeding up his tickles on your underarms.

“Fat chance! They’re like a banshee when you get ‘em here!”

You wanted to protest, but all you could focus on were those hands attacking your weak spots.

Eventually, you felt them thankfully let up.

…For now, anyway.

“Now, Y/N. There is a way we can squash this beef, y’know.”

Logan sighed at Wade’s words, never understanding this ridiculous slang he dropped into conversation like it was nothing.

“Maybe a simple phrase such as… ‘I’m sorry?’”

“I can do one better.” Logan interrupted. “How about ‘I’m sorry I was a jabbering little sass factory who had the audacity to pull a dumb fuckin prank on people who didn’t do jack?’”

While catching your breath, you sealed what was basically your death wish.

“Oh, yeheah, Captain Caveman? Wheheres your helicopter cluhub, you gonna hit mehe with it?”

Logan fell silent again… while Wade couldn’t help but let out a wheeze at the quip.

“Ohoh, my god! Baby’s first character comparison joke, I’ve taught you so well..!” Wade sniffed dramatically, wiping a fake tear of proudness from the corner of his eye.

However, he froze once he heard you mutter something else.

“Thahat’s right, Mr Clehean-“

A strong gasp of offence left the merc as he placed a hand on his chest, while Logan gave him a smug look at not being the only one who was insulted.

“I beg your finest fucking pardon?! You think that’s any way to talk to Marvel Jesus and his very hairy disciple here!?”

Logan gave Wade another unamused glare.

“Y’know what?”

Wade then swiftly grabbed you again.

“Give ‘em the whiskers, Peanut!”

“They’re not whiskers, they’re muttonchops, you dumb fuck.”

“Same thing! Or shall I pull the move and do a much better job as always?”

The older man snarled, lowering his head down.

“I’ll show you who does it better, asshole…”

“Okay, wait, wahait-! W-What mohove is thiHIHIS-?!”

You cut yourself off with yet another shriek as Logan suddenly blew a giant raspberry right against your stomach, the added sensations that his facial hair provided making you near silent laughter.

It was clear that Logan was basically taking out all his pent up annoyance at Wade on you, and good god it tickled super bad.

And Wade? He was being no help either, as usual.

“Awww, wook at the giggwy wittle baby! Are the Badger Berries making their tummy all tickly? And are they having the time of their life? Yes, they are! Yes, they aaare!”

…Asshole. (Even if he was right.)

You did pride yourself on lasting about five raspberries (Wade could only ever really handle two), but you eventually had to tap your hand against one of Wade’s arms that were still hooked under yours.

“Okahay, Logan. Give em a rest.”

Despite his annoyed hesitance, Logan leant back up, allowing you to get your breath back in shaky pants.

“Geheez… you twoho are juhuhust..!”

“We’re waiting, kid.”

The older man interrupted, giving you a playful but threatening look.

“Fihine… I-I’m sohorry..!” You sighed, your face red as anything as you blinked away little tears that had pricked in the corners of your eyes.

“There we go! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Wade teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, in which you just rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, we better get ready for round two, huh?”

…Uh oh.

“WHAT?! B-Buhut I apologised!”

Wade did a pretend ‘apologetic asshole’ wince.

“Yeah… but this attack was more only to get you to apologise. This one is to actually teach you a lesson!”

“But thahat’s bullshit-!”

“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t give a fuck.”

Logan shared a look of pure mischief with Wade.

“Let’s gettem.”

And just like that, you were screaming and laughing the apartment down once more, as Logan nuzzled his furry face right into your belly again, pretending to eat it and growling playfully while Wade wrapped his arms around you and blew a raspberry right into the crook of your neck.

Yeah… you were gonna be here for a while.

[gilded-veins]

He blinked in shock at that. A bounty hunter huh? Not... exactly what i’d have expected feom the kid, but apparently universal variants are more durastic than I thought. “Is that normal for Zoras or are you an exception?” He tilted his head. He was really curious at that point. He hummed at the question, “I dunno, Pyrite?” He shrugged, “That’s the best I can come up with anyways.”

"God DAMN, Ramsey, you got grown, didn'tcha!? Nice 'ta see it, though, most versions o' ya are damned pussies!" There was a Zora in an nearby dark corner, snickering the day away, a glint across her bladed hat, a sword and guns at her hip. {@tickingdial, ignoring the M!A if that's okay?}

He spun around at the unexpected voice, relaxing a bit once he knew her location. It took him a second to fully process the fact that she was a Zora, but when he did he was a bit thrown off. Not every day you see an adult version of your unofficially adopted daughter after all. “I uh, presume you’re from one a’ those ‘alternate realities’ I keep hearin’ about.“ He rolled his eyes at her snickering, “What’re ya doin’ here anyways, don’t you have some kinda job or whateva?”

@tickingdial

[spideyspeaches]

Hey! so I’ve been going through a major writer’s block, so I was thinking, to get me back to the rail, I’d conduct an impromptu writing event to boost me into writing. I got this idea from @uglypastels​! go check out her wrap fics!

Rules -

Give me a song from my spotify wrap playlist (under the cut) and-

1. I will be writing for : (all reader inserts. Irondad is VERY welcome!)

Peter Parker 

Tom Holland

Arvin Russell

2. I will take some time lol I forgot how to write T_T

3. Pwease do not spam me T_T

Here is my playlist-

Positions by Ariana Grande 

Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis 

Flesh by Simon Curtis 

False God by Taylor Swift

Better Man by 5SOS

Angel of Small Death and the codeine scene by Hozier

There’s nothing holding me back by Shawn Mendes 

Style by Taylor Swift

Mad at Disney by Salem Isele

Without Me by Halsey

I’m a mess by Bebe Rexha

Delicate by Taylor Swift

Senorita by Shawn Mendes ft. Camila Cabello

Replay by Zendaya

Queen of broken hearts by Blackbear

I did something bad by Taylor Swift

Imagination by Shawn Mendes 

Teeth by 5SOS

Sour Candy by Blackpink ft. Lady Gaga

Getaway Car by Taylor Swift

Nightmare by Halsey

Mutual by Shawn Mendes 

Sedated by Hozier

I think he knows by Taylor Swift

Animals by Maroon 5 

Treat you better by Shawn Mendes 

Youngblood by 5SOS

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift 

Kiss and Makeup by Blackpink and Dua Lipa

Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes 

Crush by David Archuletta 

Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

When I was older by Billie Eilish

In my blood by Shawn Mendes 

Gasoline by Halsey

This is why we can’t have nice things by Taylor Swift 

Quit playing games with my heart by Backstreet boys

Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles

Finally // Beautiful Stranger by Halsey 

Miss Americana and the heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift 

Dressin’ up by Katy Perry

Stitches by Shawn Mendes

Take me to Church by Hozier

It’s nice to have a friend by Taylor Swift

Easier by 5SOS and Charlie Puth

Chandelier by Sia

Lights on by Shawn Mendes

End Game by Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, Future

Back to you by Selena Gomez

Control by Halsey 

Where were you in the morning by Shawn Mendes 

Bad Blood by Taylor Swift

Attention by Charlie Puth

Lovely by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

FRIENDS by Marshmallow and Anne Marie

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes

Demons by Imagine Dragons

...Baby one more time by Britney Spears

The Archer by Taylor Swift

If I can’t have you by Shawn Mendes

Bellyache by Billie Eilish

Human by Christina Perri

...Ready for it? By Taylor Swift

Bring me to life by Evanescence

I love you by Billie Eilish

Fallin’ all in you by Shawn Mendes

Dress by Taylor Swift

Controlla Anthem by DJ Flex, Kyle Edwards

Diamonds by Rihanna 

Disconnected by 5SOS

Don’t blame me y Taylor Swift

A thousand years by Christina Perri 

Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Hot Mess by Alex Kinsey

 King of my heart by Taylor Swift

Don’t let me down by The Chainsmokers and Daya

Never be alone by Shawn Mendes

Heart Attack by Demi Lovato

So it goes… by Taylor Swift

Mi Gente J Balvin, Willy Wiliam, Beyonce 

Nervous by Shawn Mendes

Fight Song by Rachel Platten 

The Man by Taylor Swift

Party Favour by Billie Eilish

Left Hand free by Alt- J

Disturbia by Rihanna

Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift

When the party’s over by Billie Eilish

Wonder by Shawn Mendes

Bye bye bye by NSYNC

Wildest dreams by Taylor Swift

Gorilla by Bruno Mars

I know what you did last summer by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello

Fight for your right by Beastie boys

Blank Space by Taylor Swift

Bad guy by Billie Eilish

Kill this love by Blackpink

Heathens by 21 Pilots

Out of the woods by Taylor Swift

[blue-collects-things]

The Losers Club + Singing

Warnings: Swearing (shocker), very brief mentions of Bev’s asshole father being an asshole, light homophobia and racism

Requested: Not implicitly

Author’s Note: This got real long so I’m just going to put it under the cut (like usual) but I really enjoyed writing this! I’m working on part 4 of YWISC, I promise, but until then, take these peace offering headcanons. *shoves this post towards you and runs*

((i’m so excited for this one!!))

🎶 ben 🎶

ben only sings if he’s 100% certain he’s alone

he won’t even sing in front of his mother, that’s how embarrassed he is

one time, bev caught him singing new kids on the block and he was red for a solid 20 minutes

she subtly drops hints around the other losers for a while just to see how red ben could get

his voice is decent, but there are songs he can totally nail if he tries and it sounds amazing

when he was little he was in his church’s children’s choir

he secretly wants to be able to serenade bev like in all the musicals his aunt is so fond of

he was dared once to sing karaoke at the restaurant the losers went to

he absolutely refused to go onto the stage alone

so mike went with him and didn’t take it seriously

ben thought it was hilarious so he went along with it and just sang

when he gets his own car at the end of sophomore year, he turns up the music he listens to as loud as it can go while he sings

only if he’s alone, of course

when he’s with his friends, he lets them pick so he doesn’t have to hear the comments about his music tastes

he likes to sing in different languages because it presents a challenge and he wants to be fluent in a ton of different language

like honestly, he gets super into k-pop when it becomes popular

but his favorite languages to sing in are italian and french because they sound pretty (romance languages ya know)

when he gets into a new band, he gets into a new band and learns literally every word to every song even if it’s not his favorite

🎶 bev 🎶

bev can’t sing for shit but that doesn’t stop her

the boys: please stop, i beg of you

bev: la la la i can’t fucking hear you

however ~however~ she can rap like nobody’s business

when hamilton comes out, she knows that shit better than lin-manuel miranda himself

she can do the entirety of guns and ships in her sleep

when her and richie go smoking, they open all the doors of richie’s car and turn up their music full blast

they scream all the lyrics and dissolve into fits of giggles

bev is actually a little self-conscious about her voice

her father always made her sing with him when she was little

and he would say shit like “mmm could be better” or “wow that was awful”

it actually hurts a little when the boys make fun of her but they always reassure her they’re joking

when she goes to concerts, she all but screams the words to the songs and the people around her are doing the same thing so she feels right at home

beverly fucking marsh, ladies and gents, gets up on stage during the high school talent show with one of the choirs every single year and raps while they sing

everyone looks forward to it

freshman year, she did the rap parts of Magic

sophomore year, she did the rap parts of Stereo Hearts

junior year, she did the whole song from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

senior year, she did the rap parts of Alexander Hamilton

when she graduates from college with her education degree, the first teaching job she gets, she helps her kids learn the material through rap

all the kids love her because she makes learning fun and easy to remember

when she and ben go to homecoming together their junior year, she sings softly under her breath to one of the slow songs

and she’s actually trying

like she practiced

and ben is beyond impressed

“wow, bev, that’s beautiful”

and she blushes but won’t say anything

at the graduation party, she and the losers have, she gets a little tipsy after the adults leave and sings the highest, loudest song she can

it sounds phenomenal

the guys are flabbergasted

richie: we should get you drunk more often, bevvie. you could win tv show contests with that voice.

bev: shut the fuck up, trashmouth.

when she has her first kid, she takes three vocal lessons so she can sing lullabies to them

because she wants them to her voice

she gets super sappy when the baby smiles after she sings

she may or may not have cried

🎶 bill  🎶

how does one describe the singing voice william “big bill” denbrough

the answer is: you can’t, you tried, you failed

when he sings, he shouts

like there is very little musicality when he tries to sing

he gives bev a run for her money when they go to concerts

he’s the type of person who, because he is a writer, writes his own songs

and they’re really good, but he can’t sing them correctly

when georgie was little, he would always want bill to sing him to sleep at night and his parents don’t get it because bill’s voice isn’t soothing or sleep-inducing in any way

at church, his parents have to quiet him down because the picky old ladies look scandalized he’s singing so loudly during mass

georgie just grabs his hand and sings loudly with him bc big brother idolization, ya know?

(he may or may not stick his tongue out at the old women when his parents aren’t looking to stick up for his brother)

he never stutters when he sings and richie thinks this helps him learn to speak without stuttering

stan starts picking up on it and will quietly sing with bill when he feels overwhelmed and can’t get his words out

bill is amazing at lip-syncing 

the losers will all be listening to music and suddenly they look at bill who’s like in the zone and mouthing every word

then a cyndi lauper song comes on and if you didn’t know any better, it would seem like her voice was coming out of his mouth

it freaks mike out

bill auditions for a musical (the first and last) in college and the people listening to him are like “why is he screaming at us?” and defer him to stage crew where he finds out he can wield a nail gun like nobody’s business

he wants to privately serenade stan on one of their dates and has richie help him prep for it

richie teaches him simple chords on his guitar and lets bill borrow it for the evening, coaching him to sing softly

bill sings “i’m yours” and stan is smiling so widely his cheeks hurt but he can’t stop

“did you like it?” bill asks when he’s done, not looking up

“like it? i love it!” stan just snuggles up next to him for the rest of their date (and bill thanks richie a million times later)

when he works out, he always listens to music and can be heard trying to sing along under his breath (and failing) by all the employees and other patrons

when he leaves whistling whatever he had just been listening to, the poor woman next to him sighs in relief

🎶 eddie 🎶

eddie’s voice is unnaturally high for a boy but he loves it anyway (think mitch from pentatonix)

he joined as many school choirs as he could during middle and high school and totally was captain of the tenor 1s in his senior year

unironically calls the other tenor 1s his children

dude has the range of a opera singer

it’s more comfortable to sing in the higher end of his range but he can do the equivalent of a singing death drop and slide all the way from a b5 to a g3

always gets the solos when competing because he has such an impressive range

starts an a cappella group his freshman year of high school and convinces stan to join (we’ll talk more about that later)

they get so good, they start to do travel competitions

it’s probably the most diverse group at derry high because literally everyone that has a good voice is welcome to audition

a kid named taylor helps eddie arrange music and choreography even though they’re in a wheelchair

sings duets with his mom in the car because it’s the only time that they seem to get along without arguing

their go-to song is “halo” by beyonce

eddie’s mom is so highkey proud of her son and his abilities that most of the time she’ll just sit back and listen while one of them is driving until eddie says “ it’s supposed to be a duet, mom”

loves to vibrato it up because he’s super dramatic when he sings literally anything

he gets teased because singing and dancing in organized choirs is “gay” according to the bowers gang

ok one time, bowers made fun of him and the rest of the tenors and eddie just straight up decked him before calmly getting on the bus to go wherever they were competing

the tenors (and the bases) were like “shit dude you okay?”

and eddie says “no one makes fun of my kids” while shaking out his hand

and the tenors kind of crowd around him for a hug because they love their mom captain

he sings the national anthem a lot at high school games but one time, he was invited to sing it at a red sox game in boston and he freaked out

richie: you’ve sung this shit like a million times. all that’s changed is the number of people listening to your beautiful voice. now go out there and make hot baseball players fall in love with you.

eddie: *blushing* shut the fuck up.

sings lullabies to literally everyone and it soothes them so much

richie is falling asleep on his lap? lullaby

stan is having an anxiety attack? lullaby

bill is freaking about his stutter? lullaby

mike is overwhelmed by the amount of work on his plate? lullaby

ben has a nightmare? lullaby

bev is crying about her father? lullaby

needless to say it works wonders

🎶 mike 🎶

has such a low voice and it drives everyone nuts

he has all the girls (and some guys- mostly richie) salivating after him when he sings once at a high school talent show 

can harmonize with anything like a song will just be on the radio and he’ll drop in a perfect lower harmony that just works

cantors at mass on sundays sometimes and usually sings with the choir

he has a real knack for the baptist religious music and his voice is just perfect for it

his college did a production of “the drowsy chaperone” (A/N: great show) and when he tried out in a spur of the moment decision, he got the part of george

he killed it

also, he learned a tap number with the actor who played robert and the losers were thoroughly impressed

ben: i didn’t know he could move like that

bev: *shouting* that’s my son!

stan: *mortified* shh!

when mike becomes the derry librarian, he starts a story time for the little kids and when there’s music in the books, he’ll sing

a little girl only comes on days when he sings and that amuses him to no end

he plays classical music through the loudspeakers when he closes up the library because it gets lonely, you know, and tries to sing all the instrumental parts with his voice

he does the best with cello parts

one time, someone came in late and he didn’t even realize it and they started to clap

he now locks the door before he starts to clean up

LOVES karaoke and always drags his friends to bars and forces them to sing with him

tries out once for a really prestigious travel choir who do lots of shows in europe because they were looking for a bass

the snooty old man in charge of auditioning says “we don’t take your kind here”

and stan is livid when mike tells him about it

stan: hypothetically, if you told me their names and i went to their houses, what would happen if i killed them?

richie: jesus, stanny, remind me not to get on your bad side.

sings with eddie at ben and bev’s wedding and makes them cry tears of joy while they’re doing their first dance

mike’s twin daughters maisie and charlotte clearly have the same vocal skills as their dad and they sing together while they get ready for school

mike’s wife, louisa, has plenty of videos on her phone of them trying to sing around their toothbrushes

🎶 richie 🎶

richie tozier, my friends, is a wonder when it comes to singing

typically, he doesn’t try too hard and goofs off with silly songs

sings shit like “never gonna give you up” and “barbie girl” unironically

stan is neverendingly exhausted by it

stan: anything but blue again, please

when he applies himself, he drives people wild with his raspy, amazing voice

and by people, i mean eddie

he taught himself to play guitar when he was 12 and then when nobody would sing with him, he did it himself

in a stroke of bad decision making on the school faculty’s part, they allowed him to be the announcer at a football game and he sings all the announcements- all of them

richie: *singing* number 27 (bill) looking feisty tonight

richie: *still singing* when will the quarterback (mike) love me?

principal: that is quite enough

richie: *singing some more* you can’t do that (whole stadium claps)

every once in a while (quite often) when richie stayed over at the denbroughs, georgie would ask him to sing with his brother so that his lullaby could be a duet

for just a year and one year only, richie is in eddie’s a cappella group

he gets lovingly kicked out because he distracts not only eddie but a lot of the others in the group because he’s a really great singer when he tries

but he helped make a killer arrangement of feel again that they still use to compete even after eddie graduates

is actually very knowledgeable about music theory because it was always part of the youtube videos he watched when he was learning guitar

richie: you know, i think this would sound better with a major third chord instead of this minor seventh

mike: what

richie: what

mike: i have no damn idea what you just said

joins a band as lead singer and guitarist when he gets to college and gets really popular locally because of his “just got out of someone else’s bed” voice

you know those songs bill writes? yeah half of them are with help from richie

they start a youtube channel anonymously and sing them as duets with richie’s soft guitar music (think jem and the holograms)

they have a really niche cult following, some of whom try to figure out who they are, but mostly just to enjoy the music

georgie claims it’s his influence from lullaby time when he was younger (and the boys humor him)

🎶 stan 🎶

woo boy, where to even begin with stan?

he never sings in public and the times that he does sing are so few and far between it’s like a cryptid sighting

bev: i once heard stan singing in the shower after we all went swimming in the quarry

the rest of the losers: bullSHIT

but ~buuuuuUUuUUUtttt~ this boy has the voice of a god and he uses it like a weapon

stan: *doesn’t want to do something*

stan: *singing* billy, you know how much i love you right?

bill: *totally taken aback* not fair

he once sang in the talent show because it was his senior year (and he lost a bet to richie)

he decided to sing a sappy love song that was popular and the whole auditorium was so stunned it took them a full thirty seconds to give him a standing ovation once he finished

this boy is the only person in the losers club who can do any p!atd song, like any of them, and do an accurate impression of brenden urie

it’s a little scary how close their voices sound

his mother teaches him the hebrew prayers they sing during shabbat and sometimes the losers will catch him singing them when he’s not paying attention

he got tipsy once while he was out with bev and eddie and sang a super raunchy song on stage during a karaoke night and totally crushed the hell out of it

nobody believes that this happened

not even stan supposedly

bev and eddie: i swear on my life

mike: over my dead body did this happen

ben: yeah no way

stan: *winks at bev and eddie*

when he and bill move in together, stan will sing to bill when he thinks bill is asleep

stan will run his fingers through bill’s hair and sing something like blackbird and bill is just... goosebumps everywhere

stan sometimes knows bill is awake by the way his breathing hitches and keeps going because bill is the only person he trusts to be totally unafraid in front of

he can hit high notes like nobody’s business but only if he’s taken a shot of hard liquor recently

at the graduation party, he and eddie got into a high-note-off

a video exists somewhere on ben’s phone of the two just going at it

richie can be heard in the background just losing his fucking mind

stan never accepts solos when he’s part of eddie’s a cappella group and nobody understand why (again voice of a god)

there was a competition when eddie was getting over laryngitis and the only person who knew his solos were (drum roll, please) stan!

needless to say, they blew the judges away and won first place

~ ~ ~

There you are! I hope you enjoyed this little treat while I work on part 4 of you were in screaming color (which I have recently edited chapter 1 of and put it on ao3 here). Got a request? Submit one here. See my masterlist here.

[ohmcrvel]

she’s a lady pt 1

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Summary: you can't run from the past, especially when it catches up to your future and changes the way your loved ones look at you forever. Happiness, Sadness, Anger and Heartbreak, that is the cycle of discovering, no matter what it is you find.

Note: This is shit, I’m tired, full of writer’s block and crying over the fact tom holland is 22, Sebastian stan is nearly 36 and I'm a lonely fish.

BTW THIS WILL BE A MULI PART SERIESSSSS

Pairings: Bucky x English!Reader, Avengers x Reader

Warnings: 1st chpt is hella angst, swearing, slight steamy shit❤️

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the sound of your bedroom door being slammed open early on a Monday morning is not the way anyone would want to be woken up.

your hand quickly scrambled under your pillow hastily grabbing your Ruger LCR as you rushed up out of bed only to be greeted by Steve looking like a deer caught in headlights, not an intruder.

"Oh god sorry (y/n) ! You didn't answer my knocks and I got worried...could you please put the gun away?" his flustered face smiled at your alert features, now covered in messy hair from the abrupt awakening.

"Sure, sure, I'll put the gun away, as long as you promise not to break my door down again unless you're sure I'm dying or if Bucky falls asleep so I can draw on him, as this is the 4th time you've done this in a month! Just let a woman sleep steve, it's 6:30 am and I hardly got any sleep in the first place." You grumbled placing the gun back under your pillow before flunking back into bed covering yourself with your duvet slightly feeling the mattress shift as a sorry looking steve sat beside you.

"He's an asshole." He whispered angrily while lowering the duvet from your face

"Language!" You snapped back as you grabbed the duvet from his hands where he sat annoyed

"Not you too." He groaned while rolling his eyes at the sight of you wrapped in your duvet like E.T .

"No but seriously (y/n), he's a highly trained assassin but can't seem to see that he's consistently flirting with a girl who's head of heels in love with him and hen goes on to 'have fun' with other women right opposite your room while your sleeping, it's ridiculous." He sighed while running his hands through his blonde locks.

"Who said anything about love." Your face filled up with a rosy pink blush as you sunk further into the mattress.

"Sure (y/n/n), sure, but you need to get up we have a meeting, see you in a bit." He laughed and kissed your forehead, meanwhile you just groaned when just walked out of your room stealing the duvet as he went down the corridor.

Roughly pulling up your shorts before putting what you believe was Steve's hoodie on, you made your way downstairs and into the conference room. Stepping through the glass door your eyes scanned the table as a half-asleep Natasha sat next to an empty seat between her and hyperactive Peter, Bucky perked up at the sight of you walking in before mumbling something under his breath as he noticed Steve's jumper loosely wrapped around your tired frame.

"Couldn't find your own clothes in time doll?" He sassed while looking you up and down, you simply gave him the finger, not having the physical or emotional energy to deal with him.

Making your way to the black leather seat Nat mumbled a 'Good morning' to you while passing a to-go cup of (y/f/d), putting a smile on your sad face. While getting comfy your chair you happily sipped the liquid as Tony and Steve finally entered the room.

"Morning children." He heckled while slamming some files and a 'Captain America sucks' mug on the table causing Steve to roll his eyes and sit in the chair next to him.

"Kid, you got any homework?" Tony questioned peter while sipping on his coffee,

"Uh-um no Mr stark why ?" The boy stuttered as his eyes flickered up at his idol.

"Because ladies and gents we are going travelling !" Tony shouted while spinning in his chair.

"Were you dragging us to now Stark." Sam groaned at him.

"England." Tony stopped spinning in his chair, his face slightly fell when he looked at your shocked face, your drink suddenly escaped your mouth and splattered all over the table.

"What!" You yelled at a very apologetic looking Tony.

"Sweet, where in England we going !" Clint questioned while Sam and Bucky put their hands on his shoulder to stop him bouncing due to the coffee.

"bloody hell! Oh god please tell me it's somewhere like Manchester? Sheffield? Oh, I know Cheshire is lovely this time of year." Your eyes pleaded into his hoping he wouldn't say what you thought he would.

"London..." As soon as those to words left his mouth your face looked like a kid on Christmas who got no gifts.

" Fuck me " you mumbled while crashing back into your chair, head in hands on the table.

" When ?" Bucky cheeked

" Oh come on tea and crumpets! I'm sure there's "part of London you've not seen? Time to live." Bucky commented only to greeted by your head slowly raising out of your hands, eyes glaring straight into his.

"Well considering the fact I lived there for 21 years I've seen plenty enough Barnes." You spat back at him with shock still on his face. To say that everyone but Tony knew basically nothing about your past was an understatement, when Tony brought you into the tower he just said: "She's a Badass, British, Bombshell" and that was it.

"Now, why are we going Tony." You asked the man, voice not as witchy as before.

Tony began explaining why the hell you were going to London and you tried to focus but all the time your mind was freaking the hell out so you only picked up certain pieces of his rambling. In the end, all you knew was that the London branch of Stark industries received a message for help from someone important, Tony said he couldn't remember who, and it required the 'special skills' of the Avengers, so that meant in a couple of days you'll be killing some people.

After the meeting everyone went back to there daily routine, Nat and Clint went out to get lunch for the team, Sam and Steve ran like crazy men, Vision and Wanda did weird Vision and Wanda stuff and Bruce and Tony did whatever the hell they do in that lab, while you simply wanted to go down to the gym and beat the shit out of interns and boxing bags.

You hands slammed into the nearly broken body bag that loosely hanged on its chain. Rage filled the air as sounds grunts and bangs echoed across the empty gym. England was your country, London was where you were raised most of your life but America,  most specifically the Avengers base, was your home. Of course, the idea of being back there scared you, knowing that people over there know you not just for your work with the team but your previous life but the idea of maybe seeing your father again and being back in home turf made you somewhat happy

"You know you shouldn't take your anger put on innocent boxing bags" the rough voice of the infamous Bucky Barnes silenced the slams of your fist.

"You shouldn't be telling me how to control my anger" trying to brush off his comment you began regaining your stance as he walked closer towards you.

"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice here. You seemed really upset early today " His voice was less sassy now, his frame filled your peripheral vision as he stood next to you.

" Barnes I appreciate you trying to be a better person but don't try it with me because I know you honestly don't give a fuck about me" anger filled your veins once again as the memories of your first time meeting him race oast in your mind.

"You think I'd on care about one of my teammates?" A mix of shock and anger in his voice caught you off guard as he now turned to try and look at you straight in the eye.

"Yeah of course you do but that's all we are, teammates, you made that clear when I first got on the team and even though I might not have had the horrible experience of  being hydras weapon for half of my life I've been and seen enough shit to know I shouldn't chase after people who hurt me." you spat back as you began punching again, the sound of his body mving made your hert rest hping he was eaving, but the feeling of a presnce right behind you and firm hands gripping you shoulders made you freeze in shock

" Your knees should always be bent. This gives you more power, more balance, and more mobility." Buckys rough voice spoke in your ears, your breath slightly hitched as he pushed you down making your knees bend more.

"Your hips should always be relaxed and heavy which gives you even more balance and more power. Fighters that tighten up their upper body will usually carry their hips which makes them fall off balance easily and also burns energy faster." His head slightly tilted down to your collarbone causing his warm breath to brush over it as his hands slowly slipped down to your hips guiding his hands along them making them looser, you would have normally kicked a guy in the balls by now but this, this was interesting.

"Well, this is new." Finally, you spoke, but the sarcastic comment came out like more of a breathless whisper.

" You see (Y/L/N) I hate a lot of people but don't hate you. I'll let you figure the rest of us out" and suddenly he was gone, his firm chest that pressed into your back was walking out of the gym.

"Bloody sexy American twat." you sighed as he left while you slid back down the bag on to the floor, heart still racing after that interaction, everyone on the team always told you Bucky was only a dick to you because the man was horrible with people and emotions, but you never believed it was that simple, and you thought that even more now.

[shortend]

Comic Script Prompt: Overwatch Support Clinic

Good afternoon, Ladies and Gents. Usually I write little scripts for fan comics as a morning writing warm-up with no intention of ever getting them illustrated. I wanted to try something a little new and different today. The following is a ten page script I wrote based on Overwatch, which as you may know is a very fun online first-person-shooter with oodles of plot that for some reason is rarely if ever conveyed in the actual game itself (like Final Fantasy XV, but with gorillas.) If by some miracle some daring illustrator is willing to take up the challenge (which would imply that they found this post buried somewhere) they are more than welcome to follow along and use this script or any portion thereof in their own artistic endeavors free of charge provided that they credit me as the writer for my contribution, as is only fair. (EDIT: I wouldn’t mind being tagged or sent a link to the finished product either, considering I would never otherwise find your brilliance.) I would love to see as many takes on it as possible, so I would be grateful to those who are willing to share this script in order for it to be seen by artists far and wide. If you’re looking to get into comic book illustration, or are just bored and need something to mess around with before your own inspiration takes over and leads you to make your own art: this is as good a place as any to start. This goes to writers too. Do not be afraid to post fan scripts online. Everyone needs practice, and it could lead to exciting collaborations. Thank you. For those who are new to illustrating comics: the rules are simple. Read the script. Outline and illustrate based on how you feel the story is best told. The panel counts and even the descriptions of the panels are only suggestions. The writer’s job is to give you the story to tell. Therefore you are the story teller. It’s only polite to stick to the dialog as closely as possible, but most writers can’t even draw stick figures, so the layout of the actual comic falls to your expertise. Go get ‘em. PAGE ONE AND TWO (Two Panels)

Panel 1. Double page splash panel of the Overwatch results screen. A quick Google image search should give you all of the reference you need for the details. The four highest scoring characters of the match are listed from left to right: Zarya from the red team credited as “47 Damage Blocked, Lost Miserably” with six likes; Widowmaker from the blue team “Fired Grappling Hook at Open Air 36 Times” two likes; Bastion from the blue team “Camped For Three Days Without Getting Kicked” three likes; and finally our hero, Mercy from the blue team, with “1,427,946 Healing Done, 98% of damage taken, 78% Kill Participation, Held the Team Afloat” and zero likes.

MERCY (Caption): “It is a thankless job.”

Panel 2. Close up on Mercy's score card. She looks solemnly down from her profile picture at her lack of recognition.

MERCY (Cap.): “One of those things where, if you do it well”

MERCY (Cap.): “No one notices.”

PAGE THREE (Three Panels)

Panel 1. Exterior. Route 66. McCree runs towards the camera in panic as he's perused by enemy D.Va, Roadhog, and Reinherdt.

MERCY (Cap.): “And then of course...”

MCCREE: Ah needs healin'!

Panel 2. Mercy stands in the foreground ducked around a corner in a tunnel with an expression of grief on her face as McCree struggles in vain to hold off his attackers outside in the background.

MERCY (Cap.): “If my choices are to let someone die, or to die alongside them...”

MCCREE: Dadgumit! Heal me whiles ah'm still above snakes!

MERCY (Cap.): “There is only one real option.”

Panel 3.

Genji clutches the limp body of McCree in his arms as Solder 76 stands behind, looking over his shoulder at Mercy who stands in the background looking hurt.

MERCY (Cap.): “But nobody remembers that I can't protect anyone if I am dead.”

GENJI: How could you allow this to happen?

SOLDIER 76: What the hell's the matter with you?

MERCY (Cap.): “All they see is my failure to act.”

PAGE FOUR (Seven Panels)

Panel 1. Interior of Zenyatta's counseling office in Overwatch HQ. There are few decorations, and no material possessions. Maybe a nice potted plant in the corner. Mercy sits upright on a long couch, elbows on her knees in a closed posture. Zenyatta floats cross-legged across from her.

Panel 2. Close up on Zenyatta.

ZENYATTA: Do you find your career path rewarding?

Panel 3. Close up on Mercy looking down at the ground.

MERCY: No.

Panel 4. Same angle as she continues to stare downwards.

Panel 5. Same angle as Mercy puts her hands over her face.

Panel 6. Mercy looks up into the air, conflicted and anguished.

MERCY: Yes.

Panel 7. Same angle. Mercy hangs her head down in sorrow.

MERCY: I don't know.

PAGE FIVE (Five Panels)

Panel 1. Wide angle. Mercy sits on the couch with her arms wide. Zenyatta listens and rubs at his chin in consideration.

MERCY: I am very good at my job. We win consistently.

MERCY: That should be enough, should it not?

ZENYATTA: Excellence is it's own reward.

Panel 2. Low angle looking up at Zenyatta.

ZENYATTA: Let me ask you something else.

ZENYATTA: Do you find your career fulfilling?

Panel 3. Mercy looks a little confused. Didn't she just answer this question?

MERCY: “Fulfilling?”

MERCY: How do you mean?

Panel 4.

ZENYATTA: I find that rewards come from outside oneself.

ZENYATTA: A pat on the back. The Likes you receive at the conclusion of a match. A cookie at the end of the day.

ZENYATTA: I myself do not favor organic meals, but am told Winston's baking is transcendent.

Panel 5.

ZENYATTA: Fulfillment on the other hand comes from within.

ZENYATTA: Do you take pride in your craft, Angela?

PAGE SIX (Three Panels)

Panel 1.

MERCY: Yes, of course. As I have said: I am good at my job.

MERCY: There is nothing I would rather do.

ZENYATTA: Yet there is disquiet in your soul.

Panel 2. Full angle of Zenyatta.

ZENYATTA: I believe you when you say you find fulfillment in healing.

ZENYATTA: The art of healing is a noble endeavor, though the rewards are few.

ZENYATTA: Support characters like ourselves are inclined to focus on the suffering of others.

ZENYATTA: How quickly we forget that all life feels pain, including ourselves.

Panel 3. Close-up on Mercy looking thoughtful.

ZENYATTA (Off Panel): Do you find that there are those who make your “job” easier?

MERCY: Yes...

PAGE SEVEN (Five Panels)

Panel 1. Mercy kneels on the ground wounded behind a curved barrier. She looks up at Orisa with a smile. Orisa waves hello to Mercy.

MERCY (Cap.): “Barriers are a godsend. They give me opportunity to recover, and line of sight to those in need.”

Panel 2. High angle. Hanzo and Widowmaker stand in the foreground atop a building with their backs to the camera, opening fire on the enemies in the street below. Mercy flies towards the snipers and away from the chaos below. May as well have a friendly Pharah flying around nearby too.

MERCY (Cap.): “Snipers increase my mobility and give me a way out of a tight spot entirely.”

Panel 3. Interior of Zenyatta's office. Mercy rolls her eyes and gives a wry smile.

ZENYATTA: What of damage characters that keep opponents at bay and secure objectives?

MERCY: You mean the headaches? The ones who get all of the glory?

Panel 4. Mercy waves her hands frantically.

ZENYATTA: True. The merciful are quick to be overlooked in times of war.

MERCY: No... I... I didn't mean...!

Panel 5.

MERCY: I am not in it for the glory. I am not jealous.

MERCY: I only want everyone to survive and have fun, but...

ZENYATTA: But?

PAGE EIGHT (Four Panels)

Panel 1. Mercy looks down at her hands feeling ever so full of guilt over her own needs.

MERCY: …

Panel 2.

ZENYATTA: Angela... it is alright.

MERCY: I just...

Panel 3. Zenyatta tilts his head inquisitively. Even when counselors can see the problem, they seem to prefer their clients to say it out loud to themselves, and show remarkable patience in their ability to refrain from answering for you.

Panel 4. Whatever you deem to be as heartbreaking for the reader as possible: go for it. The realization and admittance of a problem can be heavy, and the audience needs to feel that from Mercy.

MERCY: I want to be recognized.

PAGE NINE (Five Panels)

Panel 1.

ZENYATTA: It is not against the rules to ask for support from even those whom you are sworn to protect.

ZENYATTA: It does not matter if it is a barrier, a biotic grenade, or a kind word.

ZENYATTA: You need only ask.

Panel 2. Mercy looks surprised to find that time has flown by so quickly. Isn't that always the case?

ZENYATTA: I am afraid today's session must conclude.

MERCY: Already?

ZENYATTA: Time is an illusion, but the illusion is about to run out.

Panel 3. Zenyatta and Mercy bow to one-another in the middle of the room.

ZENYATTA: Angela, I advise you to pay no mind to the results screen in the future.

ZENYATTA: Look instead to the actions of your allies in-game.

ZENYATTA: They would not protect you if they did not deem you worthy of protection.

Panel 4. Zenyatta shows Mercy to the door.

MERCY: What about the suicidal Genjis who complain when I don’t revive them from miles away?

ZENYATTA: Pain is an inevitability of life. As are salty scrubs.

Panel 5. Zenyatta holds open the door for Mercy, who exits, feeling like a little bit of a weight has lifted.

ZENYATTA: Peace be upon you, Sister.

MERCY: Thank you, Zenyatta...

PAGE TEN (One Panel)

Panel 1. Mercy walks through the waiting room where Reaper, Bastion, and Genji are all waiting outside for their respective appointments.

MERCY: I suppose we could all use a helping hand sometime.