Headcanons for being Emilia Harcourt's younger sibling from Earth-2
Emilia Harcourt x sibling!reader
warnings: earth 2/x topics of racism/nazis/etc. and alcohol
a/n:
prompt: @the-radio-star: "Prompt: being Harcourt's younger sibling from Earth-2 and running away to Earth-1 Optional/Ideas - thinking maybe reader doesn't exist in Earth-1 and the headcanons are like the team reacting to and helping reader adjust to Earth-1"
chris's jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he met you in this alternate dimension
did harcourt lie to him about having a sibling? did you die in their world and she just didn't want to talk about it? was she protecting you? we're you two estranged? he had mapped out so many possibilities
"who's y/n?" -chris
"uh, my sibling? is everything okay, chris?" -emilia 2
"oh, uh, shit—i'm sorry, just have a lot on my mind. how is y/n, by the way?" -chris
"same old y/n, can't help but sympathize with the enemy and challenge our government. don't worry, i have them under control—wouldn't want y/n getting caught up with the sons of liberty or any other terrorist organization" -emilia 2
"right, right...glad y/n has you. they'll thank you someday" -chris, who has no earthly idea who the SOL are or what this implication means just heard terrorist and assumed she was right
also it's a harcourt that isn't yelling at him of course he's smiling and nodding along
when he me you, your demeanor reminded him so much of his earth's harcourt
"so like, do you have any hobbies?" -chris
"no" -you
man, so similar.......
miserable, dark, guarded...he wondered how this worked. did harcourt have a sunshiny sibling in his world, and maybe harcourt 2 was the sunshiny one here. just opposite day! hey how cool! there's definitely nothing severely offputting about this dimension that will make others look down on him for thinking it's so much better than his world
surely this place is just perfect
BREAKING NEWS: man ignores all context clues and overt evidence bc he is so hung up on beautiful woman who actually gives him time of day in alternate universe
you hated peacemaker due to the issues in your dimension
he stood for everything you were against
and you were hiding your involvement in the SOL well, matter of fact, your best friend was vigilante
because your sister had such a close relationship with peacemaker, you had your own vigilante identity and typically operated as the...oracle of the SOL in adrian's basement
but you loved field work...you we're just worried one day you'd be the one to kill the man your sister loved
it was hard to talk to her about your views on society, she believed in the oppressive government of your world so much and one day it could be her or you
and when the masks were off, you all would share a dinner table and act like everything was fine
"i love you no matter what, y/n. you know that, right?" -emilia 2
"do you, though? because to me it seems like we're one bad day away from you throwing me in a cage and throwing away the key" -you
"i'm just worried about you" -emilia 2
"i think you need to worry about your boyfriend, he seems like he's slipping" -you
"leave chris out of this. he fights for this country day in and day out, of course he has some inner demons" -emilia 2
"keep telling yourself that, emmi, just like you keep telling me i'm on the wrong side of the tracks" -you
"it is my job to keep this country secure, this is nothing new. if you truly saw the dangers we face, you would appreciate what we do a lot more" -emilia 2
"oh, bullshit, you guys are fuckin' oppressors" -you
"you really think that about your sister who has done nothing but try to protect you?" -emilia 2
"i sure as shit do and i'm done censoring myself to make you feel more comfortable with your part in this regime. i hope you're proud of yourself for every atrocity you've ever committed in the name of this joke of a government" -you
emilia had her suspicions about your disappearances, trying to turn a blind eye
and your brief brushes with chris were getting weirder, like he forgot everything about you
you and adrian convened over this in his basement as he sharpened his weapons and you were reaching out to contacts about a recent mission gone wrong
"i don't know dude, something weird is going on with peacemaker" -you
"i've told you a million times you should use your proximity to peacemaker to kill him, but no, you won't listen to vigilante" -adrian 2
"don't you think if i could, i would?" -you
"no, because you act on emotions and not logically like myself" -adrian 2
"well, i don't see you killing peacemaker either" -you
then the door opened
and you turned around to see someone in a suit identical to adrian's beside you, and after pulling your guns on him he revealed himself to be adrian from another dimension
"holy...shit...this cannot be real" -you
"oh it's real alright...who are you?" -adrian 1
"y/n harcourt" -you
"harcourt! i know a harcourt! emilia harcourt! do you know her?!" -adrian 1
"she's my sister, yeah" -you
"harcourt has a sibling???" -adrian 1
"you've never met me? we're not in a rebel group together in this alternate world?" -you
"no, i'm kind of on a team with your sister and peacemaker" -adrian 1
"peacemaker? like christopher smith? the peacemaker of the top trio?" -adrian 2
"what the fuck's a top trio?" -adrian 1
"it's the blue dragon, captain triumph, and peacemaker. you know, smith, his older brother, and his dad?" -adrian 2
"captain triumph? that's a stupid fucking name. is his name keith? if so, keith died as a kid in my world. and blue dragon is white dragon, and he's dead too. peacemaker killed him" -adrian 1
"does peacemaker work for ARGUS?" -you
"like, not willingly, but he did for a while. they like, put a bomb in his neck and made him do crazy missions until adebayo blackmailed waller, who happened to be her mom, and got harcourt and economos black booked from government work" -adrian 1, infodump king
"okay, that's a lot of information" -you "i don't know any of these people besides my sister and chris"
"adebayo is an african name...do you guys have black people?" -adrian 2
"that's a really fuckin weird question, but yeah, adebayo happens to be a black woman" -adrian 1
you and adrian 2 looked at each other in shock
"like, they work and live in the world with you?" -you
"yes, what the fuck?" -adrian 1
"who won world war ii?" -you
"uh, we did? when did i step into history class?" -adrian 1
"so you guys aren't nazis?" -you
"no! god, no! what?!" -adrian 1
"adrian, do you know what this means?" -you
"well, tell me!" -adrian 1
"your world isn't overrun by nazis" -adrian 2
"shit! are you for real? is your peacemaker a nazi?? and you don't have any minorities or anything?" -adrian 1 "why the fuck did peacemaker run away to this place then?"
"your peacemaker is here? this makes so much sense now, that's why he's seemed so strange" -you
"yeah, all of us are here to save him" -adrian 1 "including adebayo! is that gonna be a problem?"
"YES!" -you and adrian 2
you three rushed to come to the aid of the earth-1 crew and broke into the top trio's house without a second thought, and that was the first time you met your alternate reality sister
"who the fuck is this?" -harcourt 1
"you're, uh, little sibling, y/n" -chris
"what?" -harcourt 1 staring at you
"i didn't know you had a sibling" -chris
"i don't." -harcourt 1
in the turmoil of the gunfight between the cops and chris's brother, you took one look through that door to the other dimension and a look back at adrian 2, who gave you a nod of approval and smiled as you ran with them and slammed the door behind you
"can i come with you?" -you, eyes watering
everyone was staring at you in shock
"yeah...yeah, you can" -harcourt
you were shaken, you didn't know what you were doing
you just couldn't do it anymore
this was the only way out, to be happy
and it killed you that you could just leave everything behind so easily
stop fighting for what was right and just...leave like that
harcourt kept eyeballing you the whole way back to the door to earth-1
you liked her already, she seemed like she might have things in common with you, unlike your sister on earth-2
she had your attitude, your skill, your demeanor, she was the perfect sister for you
and in your own way you loved your sister from your world, but you didn't see eye to eye with her and it would have gotten you killed or imprisoned for the rest of your life
you kept trying to justify leaving in your head, but was it the right thing to do?
you guys got out in earth-1 and they hid you while they talked to the feds
and you immediately realized how much different this place was than where you grew up
harcourt was different around you than she was with the rest, but you'd never know the difference
she took you to her run down apartment and made you feel as comfortable as you could
she tried to give you the resources to understand this foreign timeline and kept you locked inside while she worked on forging documents to get you an identity here
"pretty cool you have an alternate dimension sibling who was uh, on the right side of things?" -leota
"yeah...pretty cool" -harcourt
"so you don't have a sibling?" -leota
"...nope" -harcourt
"so it's like a bonus!" -leota
"sure, like a bonus" harcourt
while juggling all her other insane work digging through alternate dimensions and reestablishing her career in argus, she was taking care of you, her little sibling
"so, you've never had a sibling? that's why you didn't recognize me?" -you, eating chinese food and binging tv shows that never existed in your world
"uh huh" -harcourt
she seemed super closed off despite treating you so well
maybe she felt obligated to take you on since you were her alternate world sibling
you didn't really know the rules
you just knew it was less suffocating here, but that guilt would follow you the rest of your life
"do you think it was a mistake? my world needs so much help and i just left it behind so i didn't have to fight anymore" -you
"no, i think you're a survivor and you did what you needed to survive" -harcourt, cracking open another beer
"how can i help people here?" -you
"there are ways, we'll figure something out" -harcourt
"emmi?" -you, noticing her flinch at the name
"yeah?" -harcourt
"did i ever exist here?" -you
she cleared her throat
"...you did" -harcourt
"why didn't you recognize me?" -you
"i never saw you grow up" -harcourt
"the y/n of this world died?" -you
"i assume so...y/n went missing when we were kids. really young kids. i looked for them for a few years when i started working these government jobs but...i lost hope" -harcourt
"your friends don't know you had a younger sibling?" -you
"no...it's not their business" -harcourt
"adrian told me that keith—peacemaker's older brother—died when they were kids. something in common" -you
"i don't want to have that in common with anyone" -harcourt
you guys sat in silence the rest of the night, both thinking about your fucked up lives
you thought about how coming here could be painful for emilia, she thought about how she was being weird taking in her presumed dead sibling from a different universe
you both thought you fucked up
but found solace in each other's company
and bonded immensely from it
the siblings you always wanted
you merged into her friend group seamlessly, keeping that secret about your earth-1 self from them like she wanted
"does y/n need anything? seems like you've been hiding them away a while, maybe we can take them out this weekend and show them some fun outside of the apartment" -leota
"uh, sure...that's not a bad idea" -harcourt
she was...overprotective
you didn't need it! you were eager to get out there and do some good! pay it forward! absolve yourself of that heavy guilt!
"so, tell me more about other me!, man, i wish i could've gotten to know him better, he was so cool!" -adrian
"he was a good friend, he fought for what was right and i really admired him for it" -you
"just like me! haha! so you were like his peacemaker!" -adrian
"...no" -you, wincing
you never liked christopher smith in your world and had a hard time growing to like him
he was a little gloomy these days, too, you knew the brush in your world shook him
but you high fived him for killing your peacemaker, nonetheless
even harcourt was hard to accept, except her demeanor was so different than what you were used to. it sort of separated her from your original sister
"it's weird looking at you sometimes and not seeing her anymore. like, that look of contempt. disappointment. disgust." -you
"i'm not all that great myself, y/n" -harcourt
"you're great to me, emmi" -you
you would get drunk and tell stories about your worlds, shocking each other with historical differences or crazy missions
"you know i'm not a nazi, right? like my dad kinda was—definitely was, but i'm not" -chris
"that's not what economos said" -you
"the fuck did dye beard say about me?!" -chris
"it was a joke...give me some time, you were pretty cruel to me and a lot of others in my world. i lost friends because of you and your family" -you
"shit. shit, i'm sorry. i'm being an insensitive asshole. it's just, i really care about harcourt and she really cares about you and i just want to show i care. i'll back off" -chris
"you're definitely different than him. he never cared like that" -you
you were desperate to find your calling here
and then they proposed checkmate
it was perfect
"y/n, i'm so glad you agreed to join!" -leota, hugging you "how should we celebrate?"
"how do you usually celebrate?" -you
"roof party!" -economos "no strangers and harcourt wont try to kill anyone!"
"didn't adrian undress you at the last roof party?" -leota
"he what?" -you
"i washed his clothes for him!" -adrian
"no, it was weird" -chris
"it was really fucking weird, dude" -harcourt
"i was helping my friend" -adrian "wouldn't your adrian do the same?"
"never found ourselves in a situation like that" -you
"and you never will as long as im here. got it, adrian?" -harcourt
"yeah! jeez!" -adrian, looking over at chris for comfort—chris shook his head
chris wanted to make a better impression on you, and he was willing to work for it just and he worked to get harcourt to like him
but he didn't get the chance since argus snatched him up and sent him to another universe
Preferences for being their teammate and having a panic attack
11th Street Kids x reader
warnings: panic attack/mental health topics! weed too
a/n: shoutout to emcon for permitting me to take 3 months to write this ily emcon
prompt: @the-radio-star: "How they react when you have a panic attack Optional/Ideas - How character reacts, feel free to be as realistic as possible (so if Chris is bad at it, that's really funny and fine lol)"
Adrian tries to distract you by dancing, he thinks you tracking his movements will "reboot" you, but he's really hammering in that sense of impending doom you're feeling. You ask him to stop, but he takes it as a cry for help and starts doing squats in front of you. You get so angry you are no longer having a panic attack. He claims he's a professional when it comes to these things, but you've never seen him meet a human emotion with an appropriate response so you wipe your tears and agree with him to curve any more unwanted attention. "Should I sing next time, too?"
Chris is offering you weed immediately and explaining how it helps with his anxiety. You are staring at him while you hyperventilate and he is trying to figure out how to "fix" you as he observes you hyperventilating and crying. He starts smoking weed in front of you and blowing the smoke in your face. You are stunned, but the smell of it is actually grounding you. "Sorry, was that not the right thing to do?" Chris's face was pale as he observed your reaction. "Do that again," you stammered out, "working." You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of water bubbling in his bong, the hiss of a lighter, and his deep inhale. Smoke hit your face once again and you were successfully coached through this panic attack—it was a miracle.
Emilia is straight up yelling the "5 senses" trick at you. She's not guiding it, she is yelling it at you. "Five things you see!" She is a foot away from your face. "Don't look at me, look around the room!" You mutter out a few nouns. "Four things you can touch—move, y/n, move!" You were off-balance as you shuffled around to make contact. Emilia was like a drill sergeant, she was not very in touch with her emotions—nor was she at all sympathetic of your situation. "Are you done?" She asked and you shook your head. "Fine." She stepped forward and squeezed you as hard as she could, trying a different method with pressure. Textbook, calculated, professional. You could do with less yelling.
John can relate. He's rambling to you about all the panic attacks he's had and why he had them. Like, all the panic attacks. You and trying to focus on his stories about social interactions gone wrong, but your vision is starting to go blurry and your ears are starting to ring. You are staring through him and he just doesn't know what to do on the other side of this. "Y/N? Y/N, are you listening?" He's waving his hand in front of your face and you don't even notice it. John walks away and gets you some water since he finds no point in talking anymore. You feel the glass slip into your hand and take it shakily, quietly sipping until all has passed. "You good?" He asks and you nod. "So, do you want to hear the end of my story?"
Leota actually has some semblance of human decency and knows how to handle a person in distress without being weird about it. She's holding your hands, talking gently through it, trying to get you to engage with her. "Y/N, I'm right here. Breathe in through your nose...and out through your mouth. Let's do it again?" She does breathing exercises with you until you cool off and talks to you about what it felt like and what could have triggered it, trying to see if there was anything she could have done differently for you. "Keeya used to get a lot of panic attacks and I had to learn how to help, which I guess still comes in handy."
Rip is offering you Hot Cheetos, which is actually kind of grounding you in a way. The spice is distracting you from the feeling of your limbs being numb. "Dude, you're gonna be fine. Want more Cheetos?" You kept taking them from him and he watched intently as you made your way through the attack. Once the shaking ceased and your breathing steadied, he asked what the problem was. You said it was him. He gave you the rest of his Cheetos. You asked for an ICEE from 7-Eleven, which he said "no" to but brought back anyway.
"Goddamnit!" Harcourt's groan echoed through the semi-trailer after several moments of fighting to get the door opened. There stood you, Peacemaker, Harcourt, Adebayo, and Vigilante in an enclosed space that had just begun to move.
"Are we being fuckin' kidnapped right now?" You asked in awe as the motion forced you to lean backwards to stay upright. "How the hell did that happen? Is this you guys fucking with me? I thought we were fighting?" Your eyes darted around to the team opposing you—and they looked pretty puzzled themselves. "...No?"
"I thought this was you, to be honest. And I thought it was a pretty fuckin' stupid plan because you just cornered all of us in this little tiny space 'cause you're like, totally outnumbered." Peacemaker confessed with that cockiness you'd expect, but it just didn't make sense.
"You led me in here." You replied and the rest of the present company rolled their eyes, trying to find any kind of way out of the cage you'd found yourself in. It just didn't make sense how you went from fighting ARGUS agents to all getting captured. "You think we're gonna be in here long enough to resort to cannibalism?"
"What the hell? No! Hell no, don't say that." Adebayo grimaced at your comment, shaking her head as the group pushed around crates and ripped open boxes to look for clues—the strange thing was the light fixtures in a semi-truck trailer.
"It was a fair question." Vigilante defending you, taking knives to each box.
"Whose side are you on?" Harcourt looked to Vigilante in disgust, then to Peacemaker for answers—he shrugged. You noticed the team you'd been fighting had a huge weakness, being they all seemed to hate each other. You wish you knew this sooner, you might have been able to use it against them. Before any more arguing could ensue, the truck took a tight turn and flung you all to the left side of the trailer. Soon as you all recovered, the truck halted and you were all flung forward. Disoriented, you all tried to gain your bearings as you unpiled from each other. There was some commotion on the other side of the doors, and the moment they opened you each had a red dot on your chest. "Who the hell are you?" Harcourt asked as you each raised your hands in surrender.
"Shit..." You muttered. "That's my boss. This means I'm fired." The enemy team's gaze shifted to you in the middle of the lineup—they were clearly not impressed. You began to whisper, "You guys got any room on your team?"
You woke up in Chris’s bed with a pair of basketball shorts and a hair metal band tee that certainly did not belong to you. The sun peeked through the slits of curtains and the room was a damn mess. Pretty on brand for Chris.
You trekked out to the living room to find Chris laying on his couch scrolling through his phone, and once he caught you lurking he sat up to greet you. “Hey! How’d you sleep?” He smiled and you winced, head pounding from the volume. “Oh, hella hungover? Figures.”
“Dude, what happened last night?” You rubbed your eyes, still sensitive to the light.
“Well, you threw up. A lot. All over yourself, actually. It was pretty nuts. Adrian cleaned all of it, had his ‘clean up kit’ in the car, sick freak. Uh, Ads helped you in the shower, which you definitely needed. She even washed your hair—which, by the way, looks great. Harcourt and her helped you get dressed in something clean and managed to get you some mouthwash before you crashed in my bed. Your clothes are folded up in the laundry room. I washed them, your welcome.” Chris explained, walking towards the kitchen to start breakfast. “You should definitely eat something, you’re probably starving.”
“Am I wearing your underwear?” You hesitantly asked and Chris nodded, leaving it at that. “You let me sleep in your bed?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty comfortable, isn’t it?” Chris asked and you agreed. “Listen, I think Vig is still in the driveway sleeping, he seemed pretty worried about you. I’d take some Tylenol before you see him.” He passed you a bottle and you humbly accepted, knowing an exchange with Adrian this hungover might kill you. Time to let him know you’re alive. “Don’t be too long, I’m making eggs and english muffins. And don’t tell him I’m cooking!”
taglist: @summersimmerus // @the-did-i-ask // @elmolovesw33d // @redhoodedtoad // PEACEMAKER HAS MOVED TO THE DCU REBOOTED MASTERLIST!!
Headcanons for being the Thunderbolts* computer intelligence
Thunderbolts* x reader
warnings:
a/n: would it be weird i said y/n was loosely based on my bff emcon LMAOO (but emcon if you see thiss please ignore the inaccuracy of hacking ily)
prompt: anonymous: “Hello. May I have a gif imagine headcanon for being a Thunderbolt* and being the person in the chair? Thank you and happy writing!”
you's been recruited by val a while back as her "unethical hacker" as she liked to call you
but as the story goes, you knew too much and needed to be eliminated before she was impeached
the mission was to infiltrate the vault with yelena as your "muscle" while you downloaded some data off an encrypted server—you didn't know you were being lured to your death until the doors locked on you and the 4 other agents val employed.
and bob
you were never one for violence, so punching your way out of val's troops wasn't going to work for you and the others knew it
they just needed to keep you alive long enough to get clear of the action
"ya, my mission ended when we realized it was a trap. i'm not here to protect you anymore" -yelena
"oh, so you're just gonna leave me here to die?" -you
"no, that would be mean. get behind me" -yelena before pulling a gun on walker
you did your best to hack your way out of the vault until john got real medieval with it and just started smashing shit
"well, that's one way to do it" -you
"would you have preferred burning to death?" -john
"we aren't out of the woods yet so don't threaten me with a good time" -you
"okay, enough of that—i'll be back. hopefully" -ava
you guys escaped the fiery depths and were faced with a maze
"now's your chance to be helpful, can you find us a way out?" -yelena
"duh, give me a second, there's probably schematics of some kind if i plug into this...oh, no, a firewall. what ever will we do?" -you
"commentary really isn't necessary, you know?" -ava
"where's the fun in that?" -you
"any progress?" -yelena
"yeah, all of val's credentials are the same—she really didn't count on us coming out of this one. didn't even think to change her passwords" -you
"so did you find us a way out?" -john
"there's a giant metal tube thats about a mile high. that's the only exit from here. can any of you fly?" -you
"i have an idea!" -bob
*cue the walking up the tube walls scene*
you were not much help once the guns were drawn on the surface
and you were then badgered by the team to "call for help" once you were in the desert
"you do understand how cellphone signal works? i cant just tap some buttons and suddenly boom—cell service! there are no relay towers out here, asshole" -you
"then what good are you?" -john
now, you didn't have any tactical training, but you knew how to point a gun, so by the time bucky found the lot of you all you'd done was take a few shots and the armored caravans
and then bucky, the most persuasive man on the planet, caught all of you and tried to "convince" you to flip on val
"bucky, would you by any chance need someone on your payroll who might have expertise on, i don't know, say...tech security? is that more your speed?" -you
"are you seriously looking for a new job right now?" -yelena
"what? he obviously wouldn't need to hire any of you, he could handle what you guys do himself. and he just did! see? we're all being held hostage" -you
"i'm not holding you hostage" -bucky
"eh, you kind of are" -john
the bob situation was brought to light and you were dragged to new york to confront val—which you were not so much against because you would love to see her pay for what she almost did to you
you were ready to hack into the former stark/avengers tower systems to let yourself up, but surprise! it was unlocked
"man, why am i even here?" -you
"moral support" -ava
"oh, great. well, go team!" -you, sarcastically
"YES!!! GO TEAM!!!" -alexei
"o-kay. love the spirit, alexei. thanks for the energy" -you
the rest of the conflict had you on the sidelines
"i'm not really into punching and kicking and shooting and all of that" -you
that changed fast when manhattan was being shrouded in darkness and the citizens were vanishing in droves
"you don't need to kick or punch here, just get these people to safety" -bucky
"where exactly is safety?!" -you
"i don't know!" -bucky
you were pulled into the void first
couldnt outrun it
and you were alone and trapped in an instant replay of some of your worst moments
leaving people, failed jobs, working for val
and somewhere in your frozen state, wallowing, watching in embarrassment and regret, the "thunderbolts" saved you
"no computers attacking you? that's no fun" -john
"is it supposed to be fun?!" -you
"no, but it'd be fun for me" -john
"he's right, it would be fun" -ava
"did you just agree with me?" -john
"alright, enough of the taunting, we're literally in our personal hells right now. i'd like to vacate mine and move onto the next, please" -you
saving bob was a feat of its own and sooo far out of your expertise
but you helped make it happen and just as you were about to take val off the board, she indoctrinated the "team" into the "new avengers"
"you know, we need a tech-y person. old avengers had stark, banner. you can be the brainy one" -val
you were "onboarded" so to speak and began your efforts as an avenger
rarely did you go on missions, you were typically "working remote" on infiltration attempts, hacking servers, disabling this that or the other. you were needed quite often
and on those odd times you'd have to manually do the job, you could count on a lot of taunting
"finally getting out of your comfy little chair to do some real work, huh?" -john
"oh, yeah? how many times have i saved your ass from my comfy little chair? huh?" -you
"oh wow, you shot your little lasers out of a drone and saved me, so cool and creative. you know that sam wilson is gonna sue you for stealing the redwing design next, right?" -john
"keep talking and i'll let you get shot next time" -you
funnily enough john was your guard on these types of "brick and mortar" missions so it was just constant arguing on who was gonna "not save" each other
"what's the hold up?" -yelena
"i'm working at the server room now but it's hard to focus with john humming 'american pie' since we got here" -you
"alexei got it stuck in my head" -john
"sorry! i like to sing on my way to missions to lighten the mood!" -alexei
"i bypassed all the bullshit keeping us from grabbing what we needed off the servers, but it looks like backups on the way. can you guys make sure no one damages my perfect face?" -you
"we'll do our best" -ava
you guys did a lot of name calling back and forth
you usually got "nerd" and came back with an array of even less creative insults like "jerk"
all in good fun
when you "worked from home" bob usually accompanied you
he brought in his own chair and would spin around while you typed away at the keyboards
"hi guys!" -bob, over comms during a mission
"hello, bob! is y/n being good company today?" -yelena from wherever the mission is
"yeah, they've been great. we just ate lunch" -bob
"did you save some for us?" -ava
"yes, there's plenty for everyone" -bob
"we might have more than we thought if john doesn't watch his back, though. you got hostiles incoming and should really be paying attention" -you
"why are you always picking on me? i got it!" -john
"you're an easy target, and bob thinks it's funny" -you
"it is pretty funny" -bob
you guys did have pretty cushy jobs staying at the tower and working in a quiet controlled atmosphere
you loved it
AND you had bob keeping you from insanity by making you smoothies and talking about non-work things
"yeah, no, this one time i was like—crazy high on...well i'm not even a hundred percent sure, but it was great. anyways, i broke into a burger king—" -bob
"ooh, burger king. i could go for some fries right now" -you
"we should get some when everyone gets home" -bob
"screw that, let's get some now" -you
"aren't you working?" -bob
"eh, they'll be fine for a few minutes. they're just shooting at each other right now" -you
"the team is shooting at each other?!" -bob, horrified
"no, they're shooting at the bad guys. yeah, i think we should take a break while we're ahead, you know?" -you
"yeah, i guess so. is burger king negotiable, though? i'm more of a wendy's guy" -bob
Headcanons for being a black belt and joining Cobra Kai
Cobra Kai x reader
warnings:
a/n: takes place roughly season 2 yeehaw. EMCON I HOPE U LOVE THIS
prompt: @the-radio-star: “*rises from the dead to send in a cobra kai request* could I please request Cobra Kai headcanons for being a new student in the Valley who was a black belt back home on the East Coast? thank youuuuuu!!!! COBRA KAI NEVER DIES”
you were da new kid in the valley
and you were actively seeking a new dojo
and what better dojo to pick than the one that won the “all valley championship” or whatever? i mean, it’s gotta be good, right?
one day after class, you visited this “cobra kai” dojo and recognized a few kids from your new school
and perfect timing as summer was just around the corner
“hey, new kid! joining our dojo? here to learn some karate?” -hawk
“actually, i’m a black belt” -you
“hah, nice one!” -hawk, followed by deafening silence “you’re serious?”
“yeah, uh, where’s your sensei?” -you
“he’s in his office, follow me” -miguel “sensei, a newcomer”
“hell yeah, come on in” -johnny “starting your karate journey with cobra kai, not a bad choice”
“actually, i’m a black belt back home. i just moved here from the east coast and i needed a new…dojo home. you guys won a tournament recently?” -you
“we sure as shit did!” -johnny
“well, i’ve won a few tournaments back home. i also have a letter of recommendation and my sensei’s contact information if you need verification or something that i’m—” -you, abruptly cut off
“nah, i don’t need all that shit. just come out onto the mat and i’ll have you fight our champion. that’ll tell me what i need to know” -johnny
you followed his instructions and walked out to the mat where his class was waiting. he instructed them to make room for a spar and called miguel up.
“class, this is…uh, what was your name?” -johnny
“y/n” -you
“this is y/n from all the way on the east coast…somewhere vague. says their a black belt in karate. won a few tournaments. we’re about to put that to the test” -johnny
you and miguel took fighting stances and once “fight” was called, you quickly took action to prove yourself. a few showy moves, then straight for the victory.
miguel was on his back on the mat in less than 10 seconds
“well, i’m inclined to believe you, y/n. come to my office, we’ll fill out some paperwork and get you a gi. miguel, you can lead warmups so long as you don’t get knocked on your ass again today” -johnny
“yes, sensei” -miguel
“man, i’m glad i didn’t have to fight them. that must have been embarrassing” -hawk
“shut up, man. sensei is mad at you, too. don’t push it.” -miguel
honestly, you were very surprised by the karate culture of the valley
“is—is this why my mom had to sign a waiver?” -you standing in front of a fucking cement truck “is this even legal?! is this how you guys train??”
“just don’t draw attention’s to yourself and you’ll be fine” -bert
“yeah, sounds like a plan. and what’s this old guy’s story?” -you, pointing at kreese
“dude. you’re gonna get me drowned in cement” -bert, scooting away
anyways, joining the dojo did help you make some new friends
and you loved these beach days with your classmates
“dude, dating the daughter of your sensei’s arch nemesis is kind of crazy. like, what are the odds of that” -you
“can we not talk about sam anymore?” -miguel
“you’re literally the one that brought her up, we were just trying to play volleyball” -you
dojo days really started to become your favorite
sensei lawrence was comedy gold
“does he actually think ‘hashtag’ is ‘hashbrown?’” -you
“just…don’t” -aisha
you loved how cut and dry he was
and how he just insults everyone unapologetically
“yeah, sensei, you tell ‘em!” -you after johnny calls someone else a pussy
you actually started to get in the groove of rivalry
but like you didn’t 100% know it was serious and like, very deep seated hate like you thought it was a bit
“yeah we should burn their dojo down!” -you, trying to fit in
“i like how you think, lets do it!” -hawk
“wait, no, i was joking” -you
“hahah, yeah…me too” -hawk, lying
during valley fest you guys but on like, a really badass show and you honestly loved the vibes
but like, this wasn’t like any dojo you’ve seen before
“it’s gotta be a west coast thing. or like, a california thing” -you to your parents
you became one of johnny’s favored students fast
and when tory joined up, she also fought miguel
“does sensei just let miguel beat up all the new recruits? what is the sense behind that? tory doesnt even have karate experience.” -you
“neither did miguel and he won the all valley” -aisha
“HE DIDNT HAVE ANY EXPERIENCE??” -you
what do you mean the all valley top 3 were all new to karate???
who else was in this tournament????
you went to the beach/resort with aisha and tory and it was actually a good time. you were glad to make friends over the summer
“aisha, i never want to leave this place. summer in california is awesome” -you
“compared to where you came from? i’d be in awe too” -tory
“uh, that was rude” -you “but true”
meeting sam after hearing miguel complaining was surreal
“that’s her? he didn’t mention she hated fun” -you
johnny let you lead class sometimes
which kind of gave you an ego boost he encouraged
you be glaring at sensei kreese tho that guy didn’t have the right vibe
“good job today, y/n” -kreese
“yeah, i know” -you
you were pretty excited for the prospects of the next all valley
which you wish you didn’t miss by a hair this year you could have kicked miguel and robby’s asses
“i would have won the last all valley” -you
“doubt it” -miguel
“i knocked you on your ass five minutes after meeting you” -you
“that wasn’t a tournament” -miguel
“just you wait” -you
you called home every once in a while to update your friends from school and your dojo friends
“what? cement truck? that’s not legal, y/n, you need to contact the police” -old friend
“nah, it’s fine, i had fun” -you
definitely raised concern in your former sensei, but you told everyone it was chill
“it’s cool to learn a different take on karate. very…badass” -you
you were being converted (?)
or would you stick to your roots
only time would tell
you learned more and more about the local karate drama and you were SAT with all this tea
“yeah, and so, don’t tell anyone this, by the way. or else i will kick your ass” -hawk, beginning to whisper “robby keene is sensei lawrence’s kid. shut the fuck up tho dont tell a single soul”
“WHAT” -you
that knowledge had you on the floor with a diagram of drama to connect the dots
“ok so in the 80s johnny was a student at cobra kai, larusso was new to the valley from jersey, starts to train in karate with a ‘mr. miyagi,’ larusso crane kicks johnny and johnny leaves cobra kai—something has to be missing from that, kreese was his sensei? he seems a little off i dont like him—johnny reopens cobra kai years later after miguel inspires him to become a sensei, miguel starts dating larusso’s daughter, johnny’s son starts working for larusso and joins his dojo, miguel and robby face off in the all valley tournament. am i missing anything?” -you
“you’re just scratching the surface” -hawk and miguel
“get me up to speed before school starts. please” -you
you got the sam edition(tm) from aisha too
AND aisha’s very graphic rendition of her standing up to yasmine
“front wedgie…aisha how did you even think of that?” -you
honestly you wanted to observe the drama, not be apart of it
little did you know that was not really an option in CK
especially when the miyagi do dojo is defiled
you kinda side eyed hawk while johnny yelled at everyone about it. he did seem pretty enthused when you made a joke about burning down their dojo
damn, you hoped no one would bring that joke up thats actually really incriminating
anyways, johnny went on his trip with his old cobra kai homies (which u thought was really sweet you hoped in 30 years you could still be friends with your less-destructive karate buds)
you went to coyote creek with the gang for a training exercise
“you ever do anything like this back home?” -tory
“uh…not really? i mostly did weapons training, kata, some sparring…in a dojo, of course” -you
“yeah, sensei lawrence isn’t exactly the most traditional” -miguel “when i was his only student he actually tied my hands and threw me into a pool in the middle of the night when no one was around”
“HUH??” -you
once you were all deep in the forest and the rules were explained to steal headbands and such, you had a question of your own
“are there any animals or bugs native to california i should be concerned about? like, florida had alligators and their student get trained to run away in zigzags—is there anything out here that you guys have been trained to escape that i should know about?” -you
your question was laughed at but you were dead serious
u were on miguel’s team and noticed an awkward rift once the “battle” was over
“dude, what’s wrong?” -you
“this is” -miguel flashing the medal of honor he took from hawk
“is that..?” -you, connecting more dots “i think i need a notebook or something to keep up with this”
“that’s weird. don’t do that” -miguel
“noted” -you
you were shocked to hear that kreese had been booted from CK
“i wonder if miyagi do has this much drama?” -you
before the summer was over, hawk’s ex moon threw a party and you were over the moon (haha get it) to be able to meet more people before classes were back in
maybe making friends outside of the dojo was a good move
unfortunately it didn’t take long for dojo rivalry to ruin the party
we got moon’s new gf, hawk and demetri argument, sam and tory drink-off, sam and miguel kiss, and then the cops showing up
“we just cant have a non-messy outing can we? on the east coast we could just go to school, go to the dojo, go to the mall, go to parties and no one got in some weird karate driven fight” -you, complaining while running from the cops
“can you stop talking about the east coast? you’re in the valley, this is what happens in the valley” -miguel
you try a hard reset when your first day of school starts
meet up with your friends, find your classes, have a great first day of the new school year!
everything had been tense since moon’s party, but you weren’t gonna let that affect you!
until tory got on the PA and summoned sam for a karate brawl
“no fucking way. no way. i cannot be apart of this” -you
it did not take long until you were apart of this
in the hallways of your new school, terrible way to start the year, you were just trying to break it up!!!!
but as soon as someone hit you in the face all bets were off you were a menace
blah de blah blah tory cuts sam with her bracelet, robby throws miguel over the railing down the stairs, everybody gets a vibe check, miguel is in the hospital in a coma, tory is arrested, robby is on the run
miraculously you have been cleared of all wrongdoing as you talked your way out of it
“i’m new here, i don’t even know these people!! i was just scared for my life so i fought back. i could have been thrown down the stairs too, my parents could sue!!” -you
despite all your dojo rivalries, you checked in on sam when you crossed paths at the hospital. you knew how much she meant to miguel and you thought that was fucking insane
“i know we don’t really know each other from anything but karate, but i really didn’t know what was going on. im new to the valley and im trying to make friends, i never thought it’d end up like this” -you
“yeah, sometimes we make friends with the wrong people” -sam
“i grew up with karate, and cobra kai had just won this super popular tournament over here, it seemed like the right choice” -you
“i get it. i know it’s not your fault. and it’s nice to meet you now that we’re not at each other’s throats—this karate rivalry is decades old, too. i can’t even keep up with it” -sam
“you think miguel is gonna pull through?” -you
“i hope so…i dont know how i’ll go on if he doesn’t. so he has to” -sam
“i feel you there…this might be a bad time, but are there any openings at miyagi do?”
A/N: Not requested! I just thought it would be a cute idea! Requests are still open. Be sure to read my rules in the pinned post :) Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜
Butcher didn't want anyone visiting him in the hospital, but you weren't taking no for an answer. He'd been sleeping on and off, but when he work up again, you were asleep. Curled into a ball in one of the visitor chairs. You looked uncomfortable and cramped, but your expression was that of relief. For a little while you weren't worried about the state of the world or the future or his health. He knows you haven't been getting enough sleep. That didn't really matter when it felt like the world was ending every other day. When the nurses come in he makes sure to warn them. He couldn't be the cause of your fears and the one to wake you up. Someone brought a blanket and he gently placed it over you. He watched you, taking in this moment. You were finally relaxed. He knew you'd only done this because you were completely exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open. It hurt him to know that he was a big reason why you couldn't eat or sleep or take care of yourself. He never meant to hurt you like this.
Hughie notices you can barely keep your eyes open. After that night at Tek Knights, you haven't been sleeping very well. You'd been so scared, so sure you were going to die with five new holes punctured into your body. You woke up from nightmares gasping for air, checking your skin for holes, afraid you were still in the sex dungeon. That you never got out. He's not sure how to talk to you about it and the guilt eats him alive. You and him are going through his files on Neuman when your head starts to fall only for you to startle awake. He insists you take a nap in his bed. You're reluctant, but you're so exhausted you eventually give in. He doesn't shut the door completely, wanting to be there if you have another nightmare. It's the least he can do.
Annie insists she'll stay awake for the both of you. The shape shifter captured you both. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. They ended up drugging the both of you. They switched between your two identities, tearing off their skin, taking your memories as well as your faces. Annie can see just how tired you are. Your skin is raw and you've run out of tears. She doesn't hold it against you. She fights against the chains quietly, hearing your breathing turn shallow. She would find a way out of this. She would get you out of this. You'd feel better after getting a good night's sleep. You weren't a Supe. You didn't have the abilities she had. And yet, she couldn't get them to work. She cursed herself for not protecting you, not saving you, not being a good enough Supe. She was grateful you weren't awake to see her fall apart like this.
M.M. does everything in his power not to wake you. You fell asleep on a surveillance mission in the van. You'd gotten so quiet, he felt like he was talking to himself. When he looked over, putting the binoculars down, you were curled in a ball in the passenger seat, fast asleep. He knows you haven't been sleeping well. If it's not the nightmares, it's the fear, the worrying. You recently admitted you'd kept a loaded gun where you could easily reach just in case. You were petrified something terrible would happen if you relaxed even a little, if you let your guard down. You needed this. He turns the engine off and puts his coat over you. He would've loved being able to talk about your heightened stress and anxiety, ways to cope, but this was a lot better. He hoped you'd feel safer, calmer after you woke up.
Frenchie freaks out a little internally. He thought you were dead. Your head was resting in your folded arms on your desk. Once he saw your body rise and fall with your breathing, he realized you weren't knocked out or dead. You were asleep. He thinks it's a little funny after getting over his initial panic. You've been working really hard lately. He wasn't sure how much sleep you were getting, if you were getting any at all. When the others walked in, bickering and laughing, he motions for them to be quiet. You needed this. Everyone whispers, going their separate ways. Frenchie turns down the lights, leaving a lamp on so that you're not totally in the dark. He wants you to rest as long as possible. You've been giving everything to this job, this cause, lately. You needed a lot more rest than this.
Kimiko knew you'd been having nightmares. It wasn't a secret. You confided in her one night that you haven't been sleeping well. Every time you close your eyes, you see Homelander. You feel his lasers slice through you until you're two halves. He's not just angry or upset, he's furious. You can't escape him. You two are hanging out when she notices you can't keep your eyes open. She tells you to lay down with your head on her lap. You laugh it off, but she's serious. She rubs circles between your shoulder blades, trying to ease you to sleep. When she notices your eyes are closed she doesn't stop. It brings her a lot of ease and relief knowing she can help you, at least a little. If you have another nightmare, if you face Homelander alone again, she'll be there when you wake up. She'll be there.
Bonus! Homelander either let's you sleep or orders you out of the room. If he likes you, he might warn the others to shut the fuck up. He'd move your meeting to another time and simply let you be. He might check on you every so often and when he sees you stirring he would gently wake you up, walk you to your room where you can sleep in a real bed instead of holding your head up in the board room. If he doesn't like you, he yells and berates and is this close to firing you before he realizes The Seven and Vought need you for your powers. You can apologize all you want, he won't listen. Either way you're completely embarrassed. You've just been so busy lately, it's been hard to fall asleep with everything going on.
Imagine being Luke's twin who has a bad feeling about Cate:
"Do you know where y/n is?"
"I don't know. I can look for them, if you want." Cate was glad her eyes were still white. You and her had gotten in a huge fight. Both Cate and Luke knew you weren't her biggest fan. You and your brother had had countless conversations about her, this bad feeling you had about her from the moment you met her. He thought you were just being overprotective, looking after your twin the way you had your entire life. You knew something was wrong, though. You'd been following her ever since the new school year started, going through her room, her backpack and purse, trying to find any proof you could that you were right, that your feelings were justified. When she found you she did what she had to to get you out of her business: she sent you back to your room and told you to stay until she came back. You never missed any of Luke's training, but one wouldn't hurt. You were easy to manipulate, easy to control. You might've been powerful, just as powerful as your brother, but you were vulnerable. Your brothers, your family, they meant more than anything to you. The moment she brought up Luke or Sams names, it was over. She could make you do whatever she wanted and she wouldn't even burst a blood vessel.
A/N: Not requested, just a cute idea I had :) I thought about what Luke would do and I got a little obsessed lol! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜
Luke is attentive and careful and actually really good at determining when or if doctors should get involved. He can tell the difference between a regular cough and a Pneumonia cough. He goes out and gets everything you'd need (and then some). He's good at playing nurse and listens when you tell him it's nothing, just a cold. He's seen you through the flu, so he at least knows when you're being honest and when you're down playing it. He makes sure you don't move, handing you the remote to the TV and checking in on you between classes (or skipping them altogether despite your objections) and makes sure you take medicine every few hours on the dot. It's like the way he took care of Sam growing up, looking after him. It makes him feel wanted and helpful, even more super than when he's in the arena.
Jordan avoids you at all costs. Because they've never been sick, they treat it like the plague. It freaks them out that your body is hot but you're freezing, piling on the blankets. They know there's no way they could catch it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't gross them out. The coughing, the sneezing, the tissues. They don't want to be near any of it. They leave you in their dorm with everything you need, but that's as far as they'll go. They keep a respectable distance and remind you about their busy day (classes, study groups, extracurriculars, their internship, etc.) so they won't be around much. You know how they really feel and try not to take it personally. Jordan isn't cold, but they're not the most nurturing or warm. You didn't expect them to dote on you. You know they'll come back when you're better, more like yourself, and things between you will be fine.
Andre isn't exactly sure what to do or how to help. He knew that humans were way more fragile than Supes. There's the obvious: they're not indestructible, they don't have super strength or x-ray vision, they can't fly and they aren't able to control things. And there's the not so obvious: they catch and spread viruses and bugs, especially when they're kids, and it's just part of the human experience. He understands the basics of the immune system, but you end up having to explain that it's small, it'll pass in a few days, and all you need is rest. He makes sure you're comfortable and have everything you need, but then he kinda stands there a little clueless. You take your medicine and fall asleep on and off. You don't need him to look after you, you just appreciate his company.
Cate isn't the most thoughtful or caring. She knows what will happen, how you'll get worse before you get better, and she knows you can take care of yourself, so she really leaves it up to you. She might hang around and try to sound empathetic, but for the most part her day, her schedule, isn't thrown off because you're sick. She might even avoid you. She can't make you get better faster, it's the type of thing that needs to run its course. Because she has no control over the situation, she has little interest in it and you. She might feign worry or interest or whatever emotion is necessary for the situation, but for the most part she lets you be on your own, checking in between classes or activities. Once you're feeling better, that's when she returns to her affectionate self, that's when she goes back to controlling you.
Marie has seen human sickness before. Her mom and dad and sister each fell victim to flu season every couple years and she would get to play nurse, feeling like a hero because she took care of them. When you get sick she isn't fazed or worried, she knows it'll go away in a few days, maybe a little longer. There isn't a lot from her childhood she likes to remember or reminisce on, but looking after her sister and her parents is definitely one of the sweeter memories she has. She gets you everything you need and makes sure you're comfortable and, despite her best efforts, you shoo her away to class, telling her you'll sleep while she's away. She texts you during class checking-in. She might even open up a little and tell you about the time her mom was sick and she spent the whole day with her in bed, heating up soup and bringing in more tissues. She was so scared the first time it happened, but her mom talked her down and explained everything.
Emma makes fun of you. You're so sniffly and achy and snuggled up in her bed with every blanket you can find. You look and sound ridiculous. Once she realizes this bug isn't that serious and will be out of your system in a few days, she's not too worried. She offers you booze and weed, unsure of how to help, and you thank her, but turn her down politely. What you really need is an endless supply of tissues and bad TV. That she can do, pulling up the streaming services on her computer and grabbing every roll of toilet paper from the communal bathrooms. Because she can't get sick, she lies beside you and the two of you fall asleep together. She's not particularly nurturing, but she finds other ways to make you feel better that is far more fitting for her personality.
Sam freaks out. When he was locked away, getting sick meant certain death. He knows he shouldn't jump to that kind of conclusion, but he just gets so afraid. So many people he knew (or at least learned their faces) died because of a virus. You telling him that you caught one sends him into a panic. Realizing this, you immediately clarify it's just a cold, it's nothing. At first he avoids you, afraid of what will happen. Will your skin bubble up and fall off? Will your eyes melt? Will you lose all feeling from the chest down? Will any of this be permanent? You break it down for him: how long it'll last, the symptoms, the medications you'll take. That eases some of his anxieties and, after you get better, he feels silly for freaking out. The next time you get sick, especially if it's worse like the flu or pneumonia, you go through the cycle again.
🥹🥹 thank you!!!! it's been a while since I've written anything but I check this blog every few weeks and it warms my heart to see people still reading and enjoying what I've put out <3 I hope someday to have more stuff for you all to read (working on original fiction / a book!)
Hiiiii!!! Thank you anon, that means the world (and thank you to the people who have sent in requests with nice messages!) Using this ask as a little update of sorts!
I'm on an extended hiatus from writing fanfiction, mostly because I've been working on editing a BOOK that I hope to query to agents this fall/winter! So, that's where all my writing time has gone. At some point, maybe when things get less crazy, I'd still love to reopen things, maybe with new fandoms or with a smaller, more focused list of fandoms.
But, the book is my big focus right now, and I have big hopes for it! My life irl has only gotten crazier and a lot of bad things happened over the last year or so but I left my old job and am now in a MUCH better place!!! I'm doing cybersec for an amazing organization and I don't want to doxx myself, but they're really big in the science/research world and work is so exciting and fun (in a good way, this time!).
anyways, that's the update, also while I'm here, here are some links for current Palestine-related actions that I've been taking part in and would love to see people support:
GoFundMe: Support Evacuating the Fares Family from Gaza- this family is Operation Olive Branch verified and are currently looking to evacuate 19 family members from Gaza, including several young children and older family members with health issues. You can see this TikTok I made about them for more info as well!
esims For Gaza - I did a workshop with my friends where we bought a bunch of these and donated them. It's a lifeline for people on the ground, and just one donation no only helps the receiver, but everyone around them stay in touch with loved ones or get information out.
If you participate in either of these - send me a message with a screenshot for proof, and I will create a moodboard for you or an OC :)
I compelled my massive fanfic project (X Marks the Spot) yesterday and now I’m sad.
I won’t do a fanfic (or anything) of that length again; but it was (and is) a capsule of my writing styles through time. I am proud of what I managed to do.
AOS mutuals!!! my lovely friend Jamie just finished their Agents of SHIELD OC fic that spans ALL SEVEN SEASONS (a chapter per season!)
It's a remarkable feat and I would highly recommend it as a read for anyone who loves fics that let you travel and grow with the characters. seven seasons of content makes their OC Aaron feel like a proper character in the show and its unreal how seamlessly Aaron fits in as a member of the squad
Living on the Bus as an Agent of SHIELD (based on my own experience traveling for work) (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”
requester: N/A // a/n: yes I was inspired by my current work travels and I LOVE to think about the reality of daily Bus life haha. Yes I would be open to doing a part 2?! also yes I'm back but not really? just writing whatever i feel like tbh
For the first few days, you’re weirdly formal about things. You don’t want to sit on the furniture or cook or anything because like… this Bus is NICE. you sit on the floor and eat off the coffee table
The team is gonna see you in your pajamas. You’re gonna see the team in their pajamas. It’s gonna happen. You all are living together and there’s no way around this.
For the first few days, you wake up early to get ready before even leaving your bunk so that no one sees you in any sort of unpresentable shape.
But finally you crack because everyone is staying up late and you want to change into cozy clothes so you change into your pajamas.
(It’s a pair of pink Snoopy pajamas)
You walk back out of your bunk praying no one will notice until someone (Coulson) says “aww I like y/n’s pajamas!”
At night, Coulson likes to watch movies on the briefing room screen and Skye usually joins him. The others will stop in, but they are the constant.
It’s the worst movies, and the weirdest shit from whatever country’s Netflix the plane is in
Skye also has been personally trying to mess up Coulson’s algorithm so she watches tons of random things on his accounts
Usually the team is drunk during these movie marathons and exhausted after a day in the field
Most of the time, you don’t make it through the movie—you keep nodding off halfway though
Or you go to your bunk, and fall asleep to the sound of a couple teammates, usually Coulson and Skye, laughing their asses off at whatever movie they put on
The Bus is cleaned professionally once a week when you check in on a SHIELD base, but you still find yourself cleaning up all the time because you don’t want to be the “messy” roommate
Ward’s the one who scares you the most when it comes to cleaning because his bunk doesn’t even look LIVED in and he always seems to witness you dropping a napkin of crumbs on the floor, or trying to silently put a plate in the sink “to soak”
This might be a surprise, but there isn’t a chore schedule. Chores are done as needed, and usually quickly assigned. For example, if you trained with someone, the lower ranking people just kinda… automatically clean up and put the mats away and wipe things down after
The dishes pile up in the sink and after a day or so, someone just does them while they’re waiting for someone in the microwave. Usually Jemma or Ward.
You learn everyone’s shower habits really quickly.
Some people (Jemma) are morning shower people, others (Fitz, Skye) are night shower people, others (Ward, May) are post-training shower people, and Coulson just tends to shower before dinner, though he uses the bathroom attached to his office
Coordination is key because nothing is worse than when the bathroom is still wet from the previous person 😭😭😭
People calling dibs after a really long day/mission
Dinner is honestly usually takeout. You always talk about cooking and make plans to but never do. At some point in the evening, someone always announces they’re ordering and everyone else bandwagons on
Breakfast is the only meal that is sometimes cooked. Coulson makes a mean egg sandwich, but you gonna be up early for that.
The team often resupplies on base, but very often (at least a few times a week), someone makes a Cosco/Walmart/convenience store run.
So if you want snacks (or lunch stuff), you gotta tag along or ask REALLY nice
May somehow ALWAYS knocking on your bunk door 5 minutes before your alarm was gonna go off to “make sure you’re up”
Trying to put on your best “awake” voice because nothing prepares you for May knocking on your door asking if you’re awake. Ever.
Also, in that same vein, you’re going to try your best to be so closed off and professional and then one day, you’re going to break that illusion. For me, it was vomiting out the door of a car stuck in traffic 🤠
It’s weird how quickly the team picks up on your habits and idiosyncrasies. Like May getting your favorite chips from the store, or Fitz asking what you’re thinking about because you’re bouncing your leg again and you only do that when your thinking intently
The boredom is sometimes real, especially when you’re waiting on orders and just in standby for a day or so. You end up borrowing a lot of Ward’s books and they’re not the kind of thing you’d usually read, but hey, they fill the time
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it’s my birthday and I just got back from a work trip that gave me SO MANY ideas for Agents of SHIELD headcanons so prepare yourselves the bitch is back
@the-radio-star!! i can see her having powers related to sound, like manipulating sound waves and the like. doesn't sound like much at first, but I'm an engineer and I know that this power can actually be devastating. I mean, she can literally control fluid pressure. she'd send your lungs into pulmonary overpressure SO FAST.
