#and look. i know i could be overthinking this a bit and add some meanings that canon writers didn't mean to put in there

[hellamorte]

wade can talk about noble sacrifice and marvel jesusing all he wants but he was ready to die for his friends and for logan, instead of logan, because he wanted him to live. “say hi to my friends for me, peanut”, says the man who wants logan to become a part of the group, a pack, again, to take his place in protecting the people he loves, probably the only one he trusts to do so. and there is so much love in his desire for logan to stay alive and finally experience something good in life

[buckysprettybaby]

Hiii, I hope youre doing well!!! 💖

I saw a post about sending asks about Calrk Kent, and i was wondering if you could do a Lil something thats Davids! Clark Kent with a chubby reader (maybe stuff like him pickinh reader up and them getting surprised or shy)

hi lovely! thank you for your request. i kind of took it in a different direction with some hurt/comfort but i really hope you like it. i just had some inspo for it so i hope you don’t mind 🫶🏼

exactly as you are

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: clark kent x chubby!reader

word count: 1.4k words

warnings: chubby!fem!reader, hurt/comfort, body image issues, mention of weight gain, established relationship, reader knows clark is superman, angst, fluff, clark being the softest man ever, soft!clark, use of pet names (sweetheart, honey).

summary: you haven’t been feeling like yourself lately and are overthinking the way you look. clark shows you that he loves you no matter what.

requests are open

a/n: i’m so in love with him. send in requests for him guys :) gif not mine.

Clark’s no idiot. I mean, he’s Superman, for God’s sake. He’s noticed how withdrawn you’ve become, noticed the way you don’t initiate much touch anymore. He can’t help but wonder why. He knows it’s not him — because you’re always ready to do anything for him. Still laugh at his bad jokes. Still kiss his cheek in the morning. Still trace little circles on the back of his hand when you think he’s not paying attention.

But he is. He always is.

And lately, you’ve been quieter. You’ve been tugging your shirt down more often, fidgeting with your sleeves, giving him this look when you think he’s not watching — like you’re trying to figure out what he sees in you.

Clark’s heart breaks a little every time. Because how do you not know?

How do you not know that when you walk into a room, he forgets what galaxy he’s from?

That your softness is not just something he loves, it’s something he craves.

He knows you’ve gained a bit of weight recently, but he absolutely loves it. He’ll love you no matter what. Clark always loves putting his hands on you, and having that extra softness doesn’t hurt — if anything, he adores it. It just means there’s more of you to hold, more of that soft, supple skin under his calloused hands.

It’s another night of you shying away from him, and Clark’s had enough. You’re sitting on the couch, not far, but just far enough for him to notice. Far enough for him to raise a brow.

You curl into yourself, eyes fixed on the TV like it might save you from his attention.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he calls softly. “You’re sitting too far away,” he adds with a playful little whine. He wraps a hand around your back and gently pulls you toward him until you’re nestled against his side. Normally, a display of strength like that would have heat curling low in your stomach — but tonight, you’re too preoccupied.

You’re wearing one of Clark’s shirts — it hangs off you, loose and oversized — paired with a pair of baggy sweatpants. And that’s what worries him most. You rarely cover up like this around him.

You hum noncommittally, pretending to be far too engrossed in whatever’s playing on the TV.

Clark’s unsure how to approach this. He doesn’t want to come on too strong, not when he knows you’ll shut down if he pushes too hard.

His hand reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your face, fingers lingering for a moment before he gently turns your head toward him. “What’s going on with you, honey?” he murmurs softly.

“Nothing,” you say, brushing it off — trying to dodge the conversation you know is coming. Even like this, you can’t help but lean into Clark’s touch. Ever the perceptive one, Clark notices and gently pulls you closer until you’re sitting in his lap.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?” he tries again, voice low and full of concern.

The tears well up before you can stop them, and the gentleness in his voice is all it takes for them to finally spill over.

He feels every shudder that runs through your body. Every broken sob that escapes your throat sends another crack through his heart.

Clark holds you impossibly tighter, resting his head against yours, as if he can shield you from whatever’s hurting you just by being close.

His hands cradle your face, thumbs gently wiping away the tears. “You’re okay, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

Your sobs fade into soft sniffles, a hiccup catching in your throat as you cling to Clark just a little tighter. He waits silently, fingers threading gently through your hair, trying to soothe you without words.

After a while, you pull back just enough to look into his eyes, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been… feeling kinda self-conscious lately,” you admit, twisting the hem of his shirt. “About, well… the weight I’ve gained. I know you say it doesn’t matter, but sometimes it feels like it does — to me, at least.”

His gaze melts with tenderness, and a quiet ache settles in his chest. “You’ve been feeling like this for a while, haven’t you?”

You nod quietly, pressing your face into his neck, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

He trails soft kisses along the top of your head, holding the silence between you before gently breaking it with his voice.

He sits with you for a while longer, arms wrapped around you like he’s holding your entire world together. When he finally speaks again, his voice is low and sure.

“Come with me for a second,” he says gently.

Before you can ask where, he’s already shifting — one arm under your knees, the other behind your back, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall with that quiet strength only he has, pressing a kiss to your temple as he goes.

In the bedroom, he stops in front of the full-length mirror, still holding you in his arms. His eyes meet yours in the reflection, not demanding, just soft and steady.

“Look,” he murmurs.

You glance away, embarrassed. But he nudges your chin, still so gentle. “No hiding,” he says. “Not from me.”

He sets you down slowly, standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands settle over your stomach — not to shame, but to hold.

“You see this?” he says, his voice warm against your ear. “This is you. And you’re beautiful. Every inch of you. This softness, these curves — I love them. I love you.”

One of his hands lifts to brush your hair aside so he can press another kiss to your neck. “I know you don’t see it right now,” he continues, “but I do. And I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.”

You shift slightly in his hold, eyes flicking down to where his hands rest on your stomach. Your voice is barely audible.

“I just… I feel too heavy,” you mumble, the words catching in your throat. “Like I’m taking up too much space. Like I don’t look how I used to.”

Clark’s brows knit together, not in frustration — but in hurt. Hurt that you feel this way.

“You’re not too anything,” he says softly, tightening his arms around you just a little. “You’re you. And I love every version of you.”

You shake your head, tears prickling again. “But what if I never go back to how I was?”

Clark gently turns you to face him, hands cradling your face again like you’re something delicate and precious.

“Then I’ll keep loving you exactly as you are,” he says without missing a beat. “This isn’t about who you used to be. This is about you, right now, in my arms — and I wouldn’t trade a single thing about you.”

“And as for ‘too heavy’…” he says, tilting his head with a soft grin, “I think you’ve forgotten that I’m literally a superhero — I can lift you like you weigh absolutely nothing.”

To prove his point, he effortlessly shifts his grip, lifting you with one arm like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “See?” he says, still smiling. “Light as air. And completely mine.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, ducking your head into his shoulder, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Show-off,” you mumble, though there’s no bite to it.

Clark chuckles, the sound low and affectionate. “Only for you.”

He sets you down gently, his hands lingering at your waist, thumbs brushing over your sides like he’s grounding you — like he wants you to feel every part of yourself through his love.

You’re still a little unsure, still a little hesitant, but it’s quieter now, softer. Like maybe… maybe you could start to believe him.

You glance up at him, lips pulling into the tiniest smile. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Clark leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips — gentle at first, nothing more than a brush of warmth and reassurance. But then his fingers tilt your chin, adjusting the angle just slightly, and the kiss deepens — slow, sure, and full of quiet promise.

When he finally pulls back, you’re left breathless, heart fluttering in your chest.

“Always,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours.

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[y0-yo-yo]

DCxDP bits of story

Jazz and Jason are dating

And it's the greatest thing that happened to Jay cause Jasmine just get him, she's kind and funny and know how to fight, she's never scared of him or pity him they exchange great deal over books, he yaps about theater and she yaps about phycology, she's really involved in the betterment of crime alley so much so she's known as red hood girl's and it's overall the best period of time for Jason

On the other side of town Tim has developed a crush on this cute barista, he interact with him in both persona but he is overthinking this relationship way to much but he do steal a kiss from his beau in a sweet romantic rooftop scene

But one day! Tragedy! Some jokers goons try to kidnap Barbara luckily that girl can still fight and Dick was with her and ignoring the protocol of 'playing helpless himbo' he does fight back those who tries to take his girlfriend but in the same time this was happening other goons were kidnapping Selena,Jazz and Danny to bring them to one of Joker's sick game where he planned to torture them live until their bat lovers find them

Batman is stressed because Selina is in danger and apparently Tim's boyfriend (boyfriend? Did he say that? Is that what he called me? -Tim) and Jason's girlfriend too (the only reason Jason hasn't gone full pit rage is because he need to find the location)

But why were the Fenton in Gotham you may ask? Well Jasmine was there for her studies and Danny needed to register and keep an eye on revenants (Dani helped by traveling the world while he only went to places with the biggest revenant/ ectoplasm regroupement) and one of them was the Joker, he was long overdue to a trial in the afterlife for crimes against deadkind, and at first he was going to procrastinate and wait for him to die naturally but now that he was right in front of him....

*The live start with the Joker grinning in the camera*

"Well hello batsy and company! Today we have very beloved guest don't we?"

Jason is practically vibrating with rage and terror because what do you mean the love of his life, lightness to his darkness is being held by the very monster who broke him beyond repair? Tim is having similar thoughts as he frantically try to find the location of the wearhouses. Bruce as always look emotionless but his whole body is tense he knows Selina is strong but that doesn't stop him from worrying and he also knows that if Jason's girlfriend is hurt there is no holding his son back

*The joker snicker and turns the camera to show the three hostages lined up and tied to chair and gagged, Selina looks ready to pound on him and is probably working on setting herself free, Jazz looks strangely relaxed if not slightly amused tho it could be an act (Cass tell them that even tho it's a video it's probably not an act and that kinda calm Jason even though he is still boiling at the sight of his girl tied like that by this psycho) and Danny looks like a kid who's parents reminded them of a homework they had to do before being allowed to go play outside (and oh how true that was)

"Oh how impatient you must be for your lovers to come get you" the Joker say twirling a knife in his hand before using the tip of it to tilt Danny's chin up making Tim want to commit murder "but don't worry we'll have fun just the four of us while we wait for them hm?"

"Acctually it's very convenient that you're the one who seeked us out" Jazz says calmly..."huh?" Literally everyone except Danny who add "yes, we've been trying to contact you about your soul extended guarantee? It doesn't have any."

"...is this a Joke to you?" The Joker ask starting to be pissed off

"No because Jokes aren't supposed to be pathetic. You have long overdue trials in the afterlife and I came to drag you there myself."

*The audio and image start to distort more and more until the live cut to black*

When the bats arrive in the wearhouses Joker is nowhere in sight, all his goons are tied up in Fenton rope™ and Jazz and Danny looks as relaxed as ever as if they had just been on a little sibling outing while Selina just looks at them

"Now which God forgotten parts of hell did you guys crawl from?"

[k-aemi]

blue lock ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ doctors note.

obsessive behavior, a bit erotic but no smut, self-harm, use of force, multiple mental illnesses exposed, some mischaracterization but its for the plot pls forgive me :<, traumatic events(?)

a/n: haii so this might not be accurately correct im no expert in this category but if you guys catch any mistakes ive made pls tell me thru asks or message me ^^ id like to improve anything and fix.

this is part 1! i will be writing more if you guys like it

for context youre a psychiatrist that works by yourself....kind of. its sort of a family business owned thing. but youre the main worker with the degree, your family was just there to assist you with checking in patients and cleaning around the small facility you owned.

though, it did seemed youd have to relocate else where, you were barely getting patients because of the unknown location you were at, and judged from the outside. just because your place was small doesnt mean you sucked! you were top of medical school!

just on a random day you get over 10+ appointments. you werent sure if someone had mis-clicked and meant to only add one. but there were a list of names, and all their information...

you werent even sure what to do, you dont think youve gotten this many patients at the same time before, possibly 3 at best and that was all.

the one who even assigned all of them to you was some person named Ego Jinpachi. youve heard of him, hes one of the workers of blue lock wasnt he? that football facility not too far from your place. youve found out hes bringing in football lunatics whos suddenly lost their minds. he says if you can, keep them confined in here until theyre able to function properly. this isnt the mental asylum!

he told you hes only chose this one because of the lost of money due the change of behavior in his players, investors soon losing the interest in investing in blue lock. he only has so much to spend.

so he asks you, which of course youll get two percent of what blue lock makes as soon as his players are back in top notch shape, which will make blue lock shine again.

you have no choice but to accept, this is your job anyways! its time to show your full potential!

patient #1: isagi yoichi.

checking in on isagi yoichi. who is dealing with severe anxiety. as hes constantly overcoming obstacles to try and exceed his performance, success and ability to meet beyond expectations. this always leads to him overthinking and anxious in high pressure situations.

he must becomes the best, but he fears falling behind his peers. he sets these expectations himself. his anxiety could worsen if hes pushing himself too hard, he wont be able to take care of himself for the future.

poor boy, always comparing himself with the geniuses surrounding him, he self-doubts himself, he thinks if he cant live up to their level, he cant be number one. he wants to be the best, he wants someone to recognize his talent in order to keep his drive to become number one striker. even an ounce of feeling ignored by the dominant players on field, he doubts his worth in football.

he was only the stepping stone to evolve rin and kaiser? he hates it. it feels like hes left alone in the dark. he wants to be the best, even with his best efforts, he cant do it! only there to unlock others potentials...but what about his?

getting to know him better, you fully understand as he warms up to you. you know the feeling of being left out, having that passion but never recognized for what youre worth for. he looks so drained and you feel so bad about it, for a doctor you feel like you get more sentimental than your patients.

he thinks youre always so patient with him, you would never pry into him forcing how he feels, or force positive thoughts into him. you patiently guide him through it and makes sure to take it step by step. sharing methods that could help with the anxiety.

your voice is so soft and youre not too much for him to handle. he thinks your presence is calming and warm, like he can forget all of his problems with you in there. every time you see a little improvement in his anxiety, youre always there to validate him. you just think with the praises, itd help motivate him!

oh and it does. to the point he lives for your validation. he thinks its a change of pace since youre no competitor from blue lock. he thinks of you as a safe space. you listen to him with no judgement, even when he thinks his diagnosed anxiety was for a stupid reason.

you view him not just as an athlete, but someone with emotions and vulnerabilities. he thinks thats the charm of you. he doesnt even notice it himself, but he starts to depend on you to make sure he doesnt feel rejected from society.

whenever youd come into his room to ask your daily questions, hes always asking further "are you happy im doing well..?" just to hear your sweet praises fall into his ears. hes love to hear it from you. thats his only source of living comfortably right now.

"yes 'm so happy 'ichi! im so excited to see you back onto the fields!" you clasped your hands together. the way the nickname rolls off your tongue makes him feel hes important to you, normally when someones important to someone, they love them right? you love him dont you? just as much as he does?

"[name..] you care about me right...? like a lot?" hed randomly ask you when youre checking up on him. it was very out of no where considering you were talking about the very famous franchise kamen rider shows. "hm? yeah care about you s'much!" you flashed your sweet smile at him.

your presence feels so warm...he...he wonders what its like for lovers to kiss is like, which is what he assumes you are to him. he cups your cheeks, staring intensely at your lips. youre a tad confused, you wondered if he just wanted to grab hold of something. not until you see him lean him and your eyes widened. coming back to your senses, you hands came in between your lips and his, stopping the kiss.

isagi can only look so confuse. what are you doing? youre his lover arent you? he can kiss you. why are you refusing him? his affection? are you rejecting him?

"i-ichi...what are you doing..?" you awkwardly back up and you see his gaze darkened. "this is what lovers do right...? we have to kiss. or are you rejecting me like everyone else does. am i just a background character to your story too?!" he lashes out on you.

"no no-what-lover..?" you should of perhaps saw this coming, in some rare cases it happens. your trance of thoughts were interrupted when isagi knocks down the vase on his nightstand.

"fuck-! knew it. fucking knew it. youre just toying with me too huh? youre rejecting me." he growls. the vase shatters you hurriedly try to pick up the pieces, youre scared isagi might try to hurt himself with these shards, if you dont take action fast, hell do it, so youll pick it up with hand first, the broom is kind of far and if you come back to him in a worsened condition, it can only lead to the bad.

you cut yourself on accident and you hissed at the pain. isagi immediately notices, grabbing hold of your finger...looking at it intently.

"u-uh ichi..?" you try to retreat your hand from him, but his gaze leaves you fazed. those eyes of his were so scary. isagi licks the blood that spills from your finger and licks it tenderly. sucking on the digists, tasting your precious blood which he thinks is sacred.

"i love you so much [name]...you feel the same way dont you..?"

patient #2: bachira meguru.

focusing on bachira meguru. a bit energetic...well thats probably an understatement, he really is energetic. studying him for a while it seems he has borderline personality disorder.

bachira who longs for deep connections may connect to fear of abandonment. he always struggled with loneliness and was always called weird by the other kids. as a coping mechanism, it led to him creating his "monster" he talks about to deal with the isolation hes faced.

he has an intense fear of being alone, even if its all in his head, he hates it. hes really dependent and have a strong sense of attachments to certain indivduals, just like isagi. he saw isagi as a crucial part to his well-being, knowing he can play football with him, hes like him, he has a monster too.

he yearns for someone to understand him. creating a sense of acceptance and validation from others. if he cant play football with anyone else, who else can but his monster..?

he doesnt even know who he is, he relies on others to define himself. just like how he relies on isagi a lot. whenever he sees isagi becoming more independent in his plays, he feels left behind because he thinks thered be no one else to play with him. :(

without the monster inside of him, he doesnt know how else to see himself. hes sees himself within that monster, without it, he struggles to find his true self.

whenever you come to visit him, hes always mentioning the monster to you. saying he wants to play, but you must help him get better first so he can succeed without the monster!

of course, you always ask him about the monster, you want to slowly try and make him self aware he can build other connections than his inner monster. you try to understand what triggers or triggered this abandonment, and when he tells you, you start to tear up on the inside!

you tell him to jolt down whenever he feels lonely or abandoned. or when his monster appears, what does it say? what does it do to him? giving him a little journal and a cute little pen with a sunflower on top to match his golden locks that touch the tips.

"you can tell me anything in this journal ok?" you flashed a smile at him. and he finally feels like youre the only one who understands him and this monster. honestly, if you were trying to make him to stop depending on the monster, hell just depend on you instead, thats the only reasonable thing to do right?

he sees you as a special person he doesnt want to lose. youre always so caring and give him the comfort he needs when he crys in the middle of night, saying he just feels so alone, he needs you to be there for him :(

hes never had this sort of comfort before aside from his mom. but having you and going through the process with it, he thinks this is what love feels like. he was always too silly to form a crush on anyone, or to even get a girlfriend, but with you by his side, this was definitely the love he yearned for, you understood him better than anyone. youre the only one for him.

he thinks whenever you visit him, its like going on a date! youre always coming in looking so pretty (you dont even have makeup on and youre in casual clothing www) for him and you look so happy to talk to him just as much as he does, he loves his doctor girlfriend<3

you dont even realize hes falling in love with you. you just think its his playful manner and excitement! youre so naive. what the hell did you mean you didnt know when he told you "you know if you werent my doctor id totally make you mine! kidding.." sticking out his tongue, hes so silly you just laugh.

sometimes hed randomly text you things outside of professional settings if you werent available right now, either out food shopping or helping out family matters. not that you mind, but itd be super random. "i drew two dogs. its us! :D”

even when hed say some "weird" things you suppose, something along the lines of him complaining why you have other patients. he tells you to just tend to him! you can only raise your eyebrow in confusion. "you do know its my job right?" you giggled a bit. "mmm... dont care. youre my doctor. and i hate sharing."

bachira always comes up to hug you first thing when you open the door to his room, he hears your footsteps from the hallway so he just stands to the side and jump at you when you enter in.

"[name]!!!" he nuzzled against your neck, the thud was so loud you think your sister probably heard it like 3 rooms away. his head rested above your chest as he rubbed his face on it, holding you tight around the waist.

"megu...stop doing that! im gonna get a head concussion one day!" you playfully bonk his head and he let out a soft grunt. he only giggles before inhaling your scent. god he loved this smell, it was at least better than the smell of antiseptics and disinfectants, it made his head hurt a bit.

"but missed you s'much.." he pouts. how did you not see the signs? you let out a content sigh, flashing a smile to him before patting his head, ruffling his hair. "sorry sorry, i was really busy. lets get you checked up yeah?" he nods eagerly. getting up to help you by handing his hand out, you grabbed it as he pulled you up. you never really realized how tall he was, judging by looks, he doesnt even look that tall!

but your trance of thoughts is immediately interrupted by a soft pair of lips on your cheek. did bachira just...? you back away, rubbing the part he kissed.

"im so excited for our date! were gonna talk lots and lots of things!" he grips your wrist, dragging you to the stool next to his bed. but you didnt budge an inch.

"hmm whats wrong? why do you look so upset?" he leaned closer to you but you back away. he notices this and doesnt take it so lightly.

"why are you avoiding me now..? do you think im weird? do you see me as a monster?" he starts to overthink it, as he clenches onto your shirt with a pained look. whats with this sudden demeanor?! you were never like this...so why now? was it the kiss? he thought you loved him so he thought you wouldnt mind!

"of course not megu...but you really cant just-" youre interrupted with a kiss on the lips. he didnt want to hear it. he was too dependent on you already, and youre gonna leave him like you guys had nothing? like you didnt have a single ounce of feelings for him either?! hes furious. how could you.

"dont leave me now [name]...please...i need you."

patient #3: chigiri hyoma.

onto the next model-uh patient. chigiri hyoma. seriously did he come from blue lock? he looks like a model with that beautiful hair of his. you accidentally mistook him for a woman! recording his actions and behaviors, you assume he suffers from ptsd, or post-traumatic stress disorder.

you found out that he had a acl tear and it was a traumatic event he just cant seem to forget, it nearly destroyed and shattered his dreams of being the best striker. sure he recovered, but this shaped his behavior and caused him emotional distress.

he was most confident in his speed, and for it to just be taken away from him again makes him scared. it would mean losing who he was as a player. stripping away that confidence and sense of security. poor baby.

hed never told anyone about this event. making it even hard to process having to bottle up is fears. even with his body healed, his mind didnt, still facing the fear and hesitation. :(

that traumatic event always replay back in his mind, and the words of his doctors still echoed inside of his head. hearing those devastating words that of he were to tore his acl again, his career of a soccer player is over.

whenever out on the field he gets the image of the injury happening, which he hesitates to show his full potential. whenever hed see someone to fall or hurt their knee, he cant help but feel that trigger, causing fear. it reminds him of what had happened and he cant escape from it.

just even thinking about running full speed, he hesitates and starts to hyperventilate. he gets so scared, he doesnt want to quit, he wants to keep playing! it gets so bad to the point hed have to be switched out with another person.

all he can do is run away from his fear, he wants to protect himself in order to keep playing. but how can he keep it up if his speed is what defined him? he wants to, but hes too scared of the risk.

he sees his strength in his speed. without it, hes nothing. hes nothing worth more than lead. he hated the feeling. the feeling of being weak, the feeling of being so scared. he hates himself. with his hesitation, he cant help but always feel like hes dragging his teammates down.

because youre his doctor and not one of the blue lock competitors, he thinks it might be alright to just fill you in, but he ended up telling you everything, and how he felt. he even cried, knowing he was weak after he lost his sense of self.

you sob listening to his story. youre determined to make him feel like he will be the best without having to worry! youre the first person hes ever told anyone outside his family. you give him the reassurance youll never tell a single soul about what happened to him.

to start off you think itd be best if you can help change his mindset! you help him challenge the negative thoughts that may occur in his head with confidence! "sure your speed is your gift, but its not the only thing that defines you! you need to remember just because it happened once, it wont happen again!"

hes never even thought of it like that, this whole time all he could think about is how hell destroy his body, and that stops him from showing his full potential.

you guide him through training to increase his comfort with getting used to full speed movements to boost his confidence his knee is strong and the past wont control him anymore! you give him some methods and techniques on to calm his anxiety before matches so that he wouldnt be so hesitant anymore.

you hope hed focus on the present, than cling onto the repeat of the past.

knowing youre the first person to know about his knee, you understand the weight of his trauma and you see past the talent he was gifted, he was more than just a speedy person! thats what he enjoyed about you. he feels like youre his safe space.

he gets these stir of feelings, hes confused on what it is. it happened when you told him..."you dont have to prove anything to me! whether you run or not, youre still the chigiri hyoma i know" followed by a giggle. what...what was this burning sensation in his chest. he cant wrap a finger around it.

he feels like around you, he can show his most vulnerable state. whether hes crying, angry, or scared. he can show it all to you without feeling judged. that always led to him wanting to seek your reassurance all the time. outside of football, he can be himself if youre around.

he loved how you were able to help him overcome his fears, even if it took a while, all throughout his whole years of liviing he was able to feel better about himself. due to his avoidant ways, he feels such a deep connection with you, causing him to think, maybe this is the feeling of love. he may thinks its admiration but he shrugged that feeling. its definitely love.

he starts to take mental notes of the little things you like or do. oh you prefer to use the air fryer than oil fry your food? its noted. you like to pick out the tomatoes from your burgers because you think the texture is gross? hes got it down. you like this certain movie at this specific time? you know it.

he loves your approval. everything you say to him puts in a trance really but he specifically loves whenever you help train his knee, seeing his progress, you tell him, "im so proud of you hyo!" his heart will always skip a beat.

he thinks the only patient you should tend to is him. i mean...you look like you enjoy his presence a lot, it means youre his favorite right? thats what he sees at least. so whenever youd leave his room, hed just mutter under his breath. "arent i better than them..?" with his furrowed eyebrows.

he knows the rules, he cant be a patient that falls in love with his doctor, but can you blame him? youre so caring and nice to him, its such a reliever from all of the egoists from blue lock. you dont think hed at least build some sort of dependency on you?

"alright hyo! im so happy youre recovering, i know its a long process but just some progress is a lot!" clasping your hands together to show your happiness. he knows its genuine, i mean you cant fake a smile like that. its so warm...youre like the sun to him.

"[n-name]...." he suddenly called out to you as he was sat on the edge of his bed, gripping onto the sheets with fear. he wants to tell you how he feels. i mean, you could potentially have feelings for him too right? theres no way a doctor is this nice to their patients unless theres one reasonable explanation. you like him too.

"yes hyo?" you didnt look up from your clipboard, jolting down some notes and writing some important details. you can hear some slight hesitation in chigiris words. but didnt really pay no attention to it.

"please just...listen...i..think...no scratch that..i know i have feelings for you." he would rub the back of his neck, slowly trailing his gaze from the ground to your eyes. he hated being vulnerable but for you, and for this opportunity, he couldnt waste it. he loved you so much.

you can only just stare at him dumbfounded, your pen dropping to the floor. you didnt expect him to openly express his feelings. you didnt even think he would have feelings for you. he most of the time had a stoic face to him, it was kind of hard to read him, but you still got through him.

you struggle to say the words you want to say. youre an extreme people pleaser and youd hate to hurt another patients feelings. "im glad youre aware hyo, but as your doctor, its a built on trust on your healing process. if i crossed that line, id be failing you. i wont dismiss or disregard your feelings like its nothing, youre important to me and i care deeply about you." you frown at him and you can see his eyes lower as his lips quivered.

you figured hed try and undestand, but he just persist, and it maybe fueled his anger. "so...thats it? just because...of some fucking stupid rule? is this your excuse? just fucking tell me you dont love me. at least make an exception! for me!" he lashed out and you kind of get scared. youve never seen him raise his voice at you. he hyperventilates as he continues with his fuel.

"you cant just tell me, just because youre my doctor...youre telling me we didnt have a thing going on? because it sure as hell didnt feel that way. i cant just pretend youre werent the only person who truly understood me! tell me...how to do that." he walked up to you, hovering over your figure.

you didnt dare to look at him, knowing youd be met with his cold gaze. you just bit your lip and clutched your clipboard in anticipation. until he took hold of your shoulders leaning down to your level and meet your eyes.

"fucking tell me [name]!" his eyebrows furrowed as his teeth grit. youre so scared, you feel threatened, but youre not sure what to do, hes much stronger than you. theres nothing you can do in this situation.

when he sees your trembling figure, he loosen his grip on you and sighed. hesitantly wrapping his arms around your neck when he sees you wince a bit. he soften a bits before letting out a content sigh.

"'m so sorry...didnt mean to... i love you, you know that...?"

patient #4: itoshi rin.

the brother of itoshi sae, itoshi rin. you could of swore you treated to itoshi sae once. but thats for another story. judging by his actions, you think hes suffering from depression.

this patient sure was a bit difficult. he rarely talks about his feelings. instead its mostly hatred he expresses it as. hes always talking to himself, "its not enough.." repeatedly you dont even know if hes aware youre still in his presence.

when he wants to get away from the suffering, he fixates on sae. he hates the way sae just did him like that, seriously his only goal was to play football to become the second best aside sae. now he wanted to change? he doesnt matter in saes life anymore? how could he. how fucking dare he.

he cant express his sadness so easily. even if he tried to, it turns into anger, lashing out on others. but he doesnt mean it, it just happens. he doesnt mean to push others way.

hes so harsh on himself, he thinks every loss granted feels like a personal failure, making him hate himself even more. when you had first tried to help him, he could only scoff to himself. "dont ask me stupid questions." you kind of cried from that harsh tone but dealt with it (www).

hes always keeping his distance. hes so focused on winning, he barely express genuine joy and rarely smiles. but its not like he wants to. he wants to prove himself the best of the best, after what had happened with his big brother. hes terrified of being betrayed again. he cant just let people walk into his life, just to be betrayed.

he will never allow himself to feel good enough. every failure and loss of his will only increase his self-loathing. he pushes himself, pass his limit, to the point hes at the passing out point. but he must do what he must, hell never rest. you know his excessive training? he thinks for not being strong enough hell punish himself with it. thats why hes so well built.

hell never waste time, meaning he runs to little to no sleep. how could he when he has people to exceed. he must train harder than ever before, push his limits. when you question why he does that he gives you an annoyed glance. (makes you cry on the inside) "only the weak rest. i dont have time for that."

he cant ever forget that night. how could he? its a wound hes not able to stich up. rin hates sae, but on the look of his eyes, he yearns for saes validation. it only fuels when he praised isagi. shattering rins heart. he cant stand it anymore.

no matter how much he can do, hell never be better than sae, he never feels enough. he thinks the reason why sae is gone is because hes too weak, it hurts, it really fucking does.

though rin was a difficult patient to get a hold of, you never had the thought to give up, everyone has their breaking point, even for someone like rin. youd be so patient with him, even if it felt like everyday was a failure to try to get him to open up.

rin hates how persistent you are. he hates being vulnerable towards others. but you never shut up do you? why cant you just give up. but this feels all too familiar. still persistent yet no where close to the main goal. he can only punch the wall, leaving a hole in the room hes assigned in.

you think the most effective way to help him was to challenge his toxic thought patterns by questions. "if you think losing makes you worthless, why do people respect those who lose but improve?"

rin can only halt for a moment and rethink his harsh self judgement. he tries something to counter it, but nothing comes to mind at first.

rin never directly told you, but you can imply someone important has either left him or betrayed him of some sort. was a friend? girlfriend? parental figure of some sort? youre not sure.

"who is this person you wish to surpass? i noticed you tend to say "i will destroy him." you had hope this could maybe expose his intentions? but rin only scoff.

"that man...i swear ill destroy him hell regret everything he said to me that night.!" he raised his voice. honestly you dont know who else can it be.

"is it perhaps your older brother, itoshi sae?" and his ears perked up. you notice his change of behavior. guessing it was him. "why did sae leave you?"

"theres nothing to talk about."

"then...just hearing his name, why does it make you angry? if he didnt matter, you wouldnt care." and rin cant even run away from his feelings. he knew he had to confront them sooner or later.

rin only knows how to push himself, he doesnt have any healthy coping mechanisms. poor boy. rin would sometimes refuse to talk to you, only resulting to telling to him to write down his feelings to realize whats going on and see that hes actually harming himself.

as he writes his feelings down, he starts to read aloud what he writes to you and your heart lights up, youre so happy hes able to warm up to you even after a whopping of two weeks. once you validate his feelings, he finally learns...maybe allowing being able to express himself doesn't make him feel weak.

though you did need to help his other unhealthy coping mechanisms, such as not getting enough sleep and punishing himself for being so "weak". youd give him advice to try an improve those coping methods. "if youre trying to improve yourself please dont push yourself. you need to recover too. you need to take care of yourself okay? in order to beat sae." at least to match up with his goals to motivate him to change his unhealthy ways.

rin generally thought of you just as a doctor who has to tolerate with his issues. hes emotionally distant and refuse to acknowledge any pain or feelings. but just seeing your ways of helping him puts him in a sense of comfort.

youre always calm and non-judgmental, someting rin isnt used to, due to the environment hes in and because of his brother. with you around he feels like he can slowly open up. not fully but just...slowly.

the more he talks about sae, the more he expresses his struggles. throughout his whole life he was incapable of expressing himself, but with you around, you create that space for him to open himself more.

the more and more he talks, he doesnt even realize it himself. he just lets himself go, is it because youre here? he feels like time goes by fast when hes with you. he finds...comfort within you.

as your job, youre always here to remind him to care for himself, something he heavily struggles with. whenever he seems to be so stressed out, you give him the upmost attention which rin doesnt realize he likes when youre showing your concern for him. at first he feels its weird when he receives your comfort, but he lets down his guard with you within time.

sometimes when he realizes hes becoming too close to you, he wants to push you away. well he does. when youre trying to pry his feelings out, he just makes excuses to end the session early, or just refuse to talk to you.

even with his refusal you dont give up on him, which is what he hates. whenever you keep up at it, he feels sting at his chest. he cant even describe what he feels. was this a bad feeling? good? scared? he cant get a hold of it.

its subtle but he does show he cares for you too. he would notice the eyebags under your eyes and the way you would slur your words a bit in sessions. hed only get a bit ticked off, "stop pushing yourself so hard. its annoying seeing you like this." honestly its so unexpected of him, but you just figured hed want a more professional doctor instead of a tired one.

sometimes when he does catch on with what he does, he tries to distance himself, skipping sessions to see if the feeling will go away. but it only worsens and lingers, he wants--no, needs to see you.

at a session, he does seem to be uncooperative, not like its anything new, but you do see that somethings been on his mind. you wonder what could it be. "everything alright rin? you seem to be on edge today. whats bothering you?" you cross your legs tapping on your clipboard.

rin can only scoff with his jaw clenched. just seeing you made him even more frustrated. "obviously. you." you halt your movements in confusion, oh no did you do something wrong as his doctor?

"me? im sorry can you recall what you dislike?" you leaned back on your chair in anticipation of his response. "i hate it. its confusing. i dont get why i always think of you. why i feel like i cant stand being here, but also the idea of not coming back. i dont know anymore. everytime i leave this room, its like i leave something behind. and i dont want to go." clenching his fist as his gaze falls to the floor.

you think hes just expressing his frustration, only until his words hit you cold. "its more than that. I-" you cut him off. you already knew what was to come. "rin please. i care about you, but i cant be that person for you. i am only here to better your wellbeing."

he didnt like that answer. it only fueled his anger in fact. slamming the table in front of him before angrily scurrying off. "rin!" you called out to him, but hes already left your office. you can only sigh frustratingly before continuing to note down some information.

its late at night. and your up in your office, just up to finish some work for the other 10 patients you need to tend to....its such hard work! only until someone opened your door and it was so unexpected you jumped. but its only rin, and you sighed. "rin? your session was over hours ago."

he can only click his tongue before walking up to your desk. "i needed to talk." he says with his stoic face. "you know its late, i cant make exceptions." now standing in front of your desk, the only light that emitted was from the door, and the white from the computer screen. "you do it for other patients." he shifts his gaze to the side.

"rin, if its about that-i care about you as my patient, but thats all there is to it." "i know." you frown, you hated confronting your patients, it always felt so mean but you had to! "then why are you still here?" rin can only clench his fist. "because i dont believe you."

his eyes flickered with determination and desperation as he grits his teeth. "if you didnt feel the same, you wouldnt care this much. i know it. i know you can feel it too, dont you?" he really did try to make you admit you did have feelings for him. you dont even know what to do anymore! "you treat me different than others."

"i treat my all my patients equally."

"liar. you hesitate when you look at me. you dont do that with others! i know how you look at me." he kept eye contact with you, slowly walking to your figure.

"Rin-"

"youre scared how i make you feel." he interrupted. "you think you know how i feel. but i know exactly what it is." his arm would reach out to caress your cheek, but you grip is wrist. his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"rin, i care about you a lot than you think, but not in the way you want me to!" but he could only swat your hand away before taking hold of your cheeks, as he forces you to stare at his teal eyes.

"liar. i know you feel it. the connection we have. its stronger than any other patient you have." he closes in. you turn to face the other direction, avoiding his ways with you.

"stop refusing me already! look at me." he whispered to you, in a calmer tone to convince you. but his patient wears thin. he was always impatient. "i said look at me!" forcing you to look at his eyes. fear in your eyes, youre scared he might hurt you at this point.

"thats a better look for you." eyeing your lips, he feels some sort of excitement, that flow. your lips quivered, but its okay, rin will comfort you now, its to repay you back for everything youve done for him.

he leans in kissing you. his knee rested in between the negative spot in the chair, as his arms rests on the sides.

"see..? this kiss proves our connection."

patient #5: mikage reo.

from the mikage corp, reo mikage. for such a once bright person hes so gloomy and unmotivated now. hes always talking about your other patient named nagi seishiro. was there some sort of conflict between the two? the way he talks about him leaving, it seems like he has dependent personality disorder.

reos entire motivation for football intiailly revolved around nagi it seems. he always believed they could achieve such greatness together and that nagi was his treasure. he fixates a lot on their relationship and uses that to define his own worth.

but thats when his whole world shattered when he left him for isagi. really, was he not good enough in nagis eyes to partner up with him? he struggles to cope after that whole event. hes not confident in his ability alone, and refers himself nagis partner only, not as a person himself.

you know how he lost to isagi and nagi? and when nagi didnt choose him? he panics so much when nagi chooses to move on without him. he feels lost and betrayed. why didnt he choose him? the way he pleaded nagi just shows the fear of him being left behind. he doesnt want to succeed by himself, he wants--no...needs to do it with someone by his side.

observing reo more, he seems more of a follower than a leader himself. always relying on nagi rather than himself as a striker while lacking the self confidence without his partner. he feels as if hes not enough on his own. showing that part of his dependency needs.

he feels distressed when he thinks nagi will leave him behind and abandon him. he doesnt know how, but he just wants to keep nagi close to him. he was always perfect with everything, but he cant even keep his relationship perfect with nagi.

he needs nagis guidance in order to succeed, whenever out in the field, he looks for nagi for confirmation or approval of some sort. showing that lack of confidence in his own judgement.

he does have goals of his own, but he buts his own needs behind nagis. he finds nagis well being more important than his, he sacrifices his needs to make sure nagi feels secure, even neglecting his own desires. he lets nagi take control of situations because hes scared getting into conflict with nagi :(

taking all of this, you figured why not focus on increasing his self-confidence and help with emotional stability! though you did know this would be a difficult challenge as a lot of people struggle with that.

his biggest issue would be his worth and purpose to other people, which in this case was nagi...you would help work on building a sense of self outside of relationships! you would try to make reo aware of his dependency on others and talk about his own strengths when playing football, or just any personal achievements since he was good at anything.

you encourage him to make decisions alone! you start off small though, since nagi isnt there to decide for him, you think it will help build that individualism. you ask for what kind of meal would he like to eat, not what nagi would want. and then youd start with what would he want to do after he has won the world cup. something along the lines of that!

you do take note on what he told you how he felt during nagis "betrayal", you do believe he has a fear of abandonment. so you would try to suggest and develop coping mechanisms for him! you would try to prove to himself he can handle it, control is emotions, and communicate his needs without fear!

you teach him to set boundaries, so he isnt so dependent on one person or fixate on it. but you feel like you just made it worse.

hes never received such emotional support for his feelings, he thinks the way you treat him like hes so delicate makes him feels such things. youre one of the first people to listen to him, guide him, and see him more than just the mikage kid from a rich family who can do anything. but you see the side where hes most vulnerable.

he feels less alone venting his emotions to you, he develops that attachment. somewhere close where nagi lies.

he loves your reassurance that you give when he tries to work on his independency. but its not like you do that to make him rely on you, you just want him to be more confident in his healing progress! "Reo, you can do this, you dont need anyone to be strong." youd flash that sweet smile of yours and he gives you a soft look. "you really think so..?"

the more time you guys connect, the more he just sees you more that go beyond that patient-doctor bond. he admires the way you talk, the way you comfort him, and your sweet smile. hed always be in a trance when you speak because your voice is so soft, sometimes he doesnt even realize you asked him a questioned and youd have to shake him to come back to reality.

"reo? you okay?" you raised your eyebrow in confusion and concern. but hed only be startled, avoiding your gaze. "y-yes...just thinking." hed cover his mouth with his hand with such a flushed face. just from that moment, hes not just attached, but in love.

but hed always tried to reject that possibility. no no, hes not in love, he just really appreciate you for trying your best to help him...yeah thats it. he justifies his feeling as you just doing your job and you help him a lot. like when hed want to talk to you more often than scheduled sessions...or when youre so kind to him. sure everyones been super friendly with him, but you were just so different from others.

finishing up your session you click your pen and settle down your clipboard. "reo, youre making such great progress! you should be proud of yourself!" you clasped your hand together with that cheery face of yours. reo really didnt care about feeling better anymore. he just wanted to be with you at all times. sometimes he might even slip up to make his feelings for you obvious, but your naive self just take it as him still in the healing process.

he wouldnt want to try and make it obvious, but how could he make it known that he did love you? ah, thats right. money! hes rich, he can basically use that as a way to win your affection, its worked on others, itll work on you too.

at first hed test the waters, buying you such expensive gifts that not even you can afford or would even have thought of buying. designer clothes, watches, or some sort of vacation, telling you that you deserve a break from your hard work. (the trip will just be you and him www).

hell donate to the clinic, he tells your family members to keep it a secret from you because he doesnt want you to know hes funding your workplace, youd probably just try to refuse the money, but he just wants to make your life easier! and by that...he also wants to help with any bills you have under your name or debts you need to pay off like medical school.

he thinks its his way of showing his newfound "love" to you. everybody loves money dont they? its perfect. whenever hed suggest giving you an abundance of money, you just refuse, shaking your head.

"reo, i cant accept this," youd frown while crossing your arms.

hed get nervous from the way you react, why are you rejecting his money? no one ever has. "just let me do something nice for you. its a way of repaying back." hed laughed it off, but hes so scared you might catch on. whenever you reject his gifts, he gets so frustrated. he thinks even his money isnt enough for you. or was he, himself whole wasnt enough?

if you werent going to tend to his advances, he might as well just...say it to you right? hed gaslight himself into thinking maybe you wanted him to directly say it, maybe thats why you refused to take anything from him.

"alright reo, thank you for your time today! im glad to see you almost in shape and youll back to blue lock!" seeing you stand up from your chair, hed take hold of your wrist, not budging.

"[n-name]...i know this is very sudden. but." he stopped in his tracks, standing up looking down at your figure before taking both of your hands in his. hed inhale a breath before making eye contact with you again.

"i see you more as my doctor [name]. you make me feel like i could be the person i truly want to be..." hed caress your hands with his thumb. he thinks he just made it worse for the both of you. the silence is heavy as you stare at him in disbelief.

"im glad i can provide that space for you reo, but you cannot do this, nor can i accept any of the gifts you give me." reo can only frown, his desperation clearly showing.

"why? because im just a patient to your eyes? i can be more than that. you can quit your job and ill provide the money for you. you and your family!" he tightens his hold on you and his look is pleading. but you can only shake your head in refusal. "i must remain professional reo."

after that confession reo would pretend like hes fine, but thats because he was embarrassed and sadden. but its not like hed give up, he just wanted to give off the impression that he didnt care, but he did.

"to think someone could reject me, its refreshing." hed smile it off but you can only sigh, it just seems like hes trying to remind you of that.

he thinks to himself that if expensive gifts wont work on you, hed switch to personalized ones. like a favorite show you mentioned, he would buy merch and give it to you. or if you mentioned a book you wanted to read but never had the time to go buy it, hed buy it for you alright.

hed try to make it hard for you to completely cut him off by just spending an abundance amount on the funds, donations or buying out your workplace...

hes always offering to help, but even when you did refuse hed just play it off as being generous, but really he just doesnt want to give up on you.

he resorts to more desperate measures without even realizing it. "youre the only person who sees who i really am. if you leave too...whats left of me..?" hed caress your hand with his thumbs. lifting the hand to give a sweet gentle kiss to it.

"reo, you have to learn how-" he cuts you off, pulling you in to take hold of your waist.

"why do you fight so much? you care about me, i know you do!" your hands lay on his chest to try and push him off, but he wouldnt budge even a bit! "not in the way you want me to reo. youre my patient." hed stay silent for a bit, biting his lips from your response until blood was drawn. only to let out a bitter laugh.

"so im just another patient for you? just another worthless being you have to fix?!" hed squeeze you tighter, until your bodies connected. "youre not worthless reo. and youre important to me, but it isnt right to do this." youd frown hoping he can finally understand the situation hes in right now.

"then why does it feel like youre the only thing keeping me together..?" hed rest his forehead on your shoulder with his voice cracking. "please. just let me love you. youre my treasure."

this took forever to write and think out i hope it is okay to you guys! since it is not smut i feel like it will flop ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

[hopelessmidwesterner]

Early Bird Gets the Worm

Eddie Munson x Reader

established relationship, reader is kind of grumpy, is mentioned to have anxiety, swearing, mega (somewhat cheesy and self indulgent lol) fluff, pussy whipped Eddie lol, super brief mention of weed, Eddie being kind of annoying teehee, use of Y/N, ending is a little eh bc it's not proofread lol

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Mornings with your boyfriend <3

If you had asked a young, somewhat arrogant and outcasted Eddie if he liked mornings he would have one, two word response: fuck no.

As most things, opinions, and people tend to do, though, that notion changed after some time; once he met you. You were his first (and hopefully only) love, a light at the end of the dark and torturous tunnel that made up his earlier years. He’d only had hookups, bad dates, and frivolous talking stages before you dropped into his life like an atomic bomb but after getting to know you, he grew grateful for everything that he’d ever been through since it led him to you.

You were rough around the edges, crude at times, ADD-riddled, a bit of a stoner, a huge music snob, and a goddamn comedian just like him but you also carried traits of inhibition, quiet, generosity, and softness that had been missing from his life for a long, long time. He fell and he fell hard for you. I mean for Christ’s sake, mornings became the best part of his day by the time he hit his mid twenties and it was all because of you. 

He woke up first. He always did not because he was a light sleeper (quite the contrary, actually) but because you had something called ‘sleepy girl syndrome’ (his words, not yours). You could sleep for 24 hours straight, honest to god. It didn’t matter how much you got, you’d always be down for a nap or a full blown snooze at the drop of a dime.

A long sigh followed by the cracking of joints sounded through the quaintness of his room as he stretched with a sleepy grin. The sun was just barely poking through the window, which meant he had around another hour before he had to get up for his 8:45 client down at the tattoo parlor near the edge of town. Turning towards you, he forced his tired eyes open and the mere sight of you made his grin double in size. 

You were knocked out, the purest sense of the word. Face smushed into the pillow, legs pulled up into the fetal position beneath the blankets, arms wrapped tightly around a stuffed dinosaur, lips slightly parted, hair a mess. You never looked more beautiful, he thought. You just looked so soft and unbothered, it was adorable. When you were wide awake, you tended to overthink and get caught in the vast seas of your mind but not like this when you were smack dab in the middle of Dreamland, USA.

As gently as possible, Eddie shuffled his way towards you until he was absurdly close, close enough that he could touch you with one simple shift. He tested his luck by casting an arm over your midsection and you squirmed a bit but ultimately settled down. Huffing the faintest of laughs out through his nose and moving ever so slightly to lay his head half on your pillow, he let himself relish in the feeling of holding you while he fluttered his eyes shut. 

It didn’t take long, however, until his overbearing body heat became too much even for your asleep self. You always did run hot and this morning was no exception. 

“Mmmgrmh.” Your hum was grouchy and unintelligible as you groaned, scooting back until you were at the very edge of the bed. One wrong move and you’d be on the floor. Eddie hadn’t yet fallen back asleep so he blinked a bit, smiling again since he knew you were stirring. Part of him knew that maybe it wasn’t a totally awesome idea to bug you right now but another, much larger part, couldn’t help but push your buttons.

As one can imagine, that part overruled the other. 

Even though you were trying with all of your might to fall back asleep, you knew that wouldn’t happen because of your boyfriend’s very unignorable presence. A tight arm looped over your waist and his face in your neck, you struggled to keep a straight face. 

“Y/N.” He muttered sleepily. You could hear the grin on his face, that shit eating smile that always melted your cold exterior into nothingness. You grumbled back, refusing to open your eyes just yet. 

“Sweetheart.” He said a little louder this time, punctuating the pet name with a dainty kiss to your collarbone. “Mm bored.” He trailed the affectionate pecks all the way up the side of your neck then back down again, lips lazily tracing over any patch of skin he could afford to get his hands on. 

Bored, really? That’s why he was waking you up? Asshole. 

“Mmsleeping.” You gargled out, ‘accidentally’ throwing an elbow his way.

Yeah, that aforementioned softness was definitely fleeting. 

“That’s why I’m waking you up.” He roared a croaky laugh as if it were funny. “C’mon, mama. I’ve got an hour ‘fore I gotta get outta bed.” 

“An hour you could use to sleep on your own side.” You said grouchily. He frowned even though you couldn’t see, kisses turning to deeper grazes of teeth against skin. It didn’t hurt, it tickled more than anything, but it did compel you to finally muster up some energy so you could properly give him a piece of your mind. 

“Eddie…” You flipped over to face him, forcing him to inch back even if he was still very up close and personal. His eyebrows raised and his lips pursed out of amusement as you grimaced, eyes still shut out of utter bullheadedness. 

“Eddie?” He jeered, squeezing at the exposed skin of your hip from where your shirt rode up. “You haven’t called me that since we were just friends. You’re that grouchy today?” You swatted his chest with a firm nod. He had a point but you prevailed.

“Mhm. Mm gonna wake you up by banging pots and pans around tomorrow.” 

“For that to happen, you’d have to be up before me. Which has never happened in the history of ever.” Another swat to the chest. At this point, he was gonna be cherry red by the time he went in for his client. 

“Hey! I didn’t lie!” He giggled.

“Didn’t say you did.” You said, pausing to yawn and curl into him a little more. He was annoying, sure, but he provided you with a great sense of security and comfort. “You’re just a dick.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, you.” 

“Aw, c’mon. Lighten up, babe. I’m not gonna see you until tomorrow, you really wanna be all faux mean right now?” 

Well, damn. He presented a pretty sturdy case. Even though he only had the one client today and maybe a few walk-ins if anyone showed up, you had a typical shift at the thrift store you worked at in the next town over and then you had two back to back lectures that would take up the majority of the evening. You wouldn’t be coming home (to your OWN place without Eddie) until well after 10:00 P.M. 

You relaxed against Eddie rather than flat out giving in and saying he was right. A delighted whisper of a laugh scoffed from his lips but he showed mercy by not giving you shit for it. At least, not too much. 

“That’s more like it.” He crowed when you finally stared up at him, expression sleepy but less hostile.

It was the first time he’d seen your eyes since you went to bed the night before, which felt like centuries, and they never failed to render him speechless. Looking into them gave him inner peace. He’d never been religious or drank the kool aid like most of the folks in Hawkins but staring at you like he was now made him think that maybe some of those things were true; you were something of God, you had to be. 

“Shutup.” You slurred. A rare pout formed on your face when he laughed again but it didn’t linger since his next words sent a bolt of excited, girlish lightning through your body. 

“You know I can’t do that. It’s a chronic condition at this rate, angel…how about some Munson Famous Pancakes instead? I’ll even put chocolate chips in ‘em.”

Realistically, how could anyone with a brain in their head say no to that? You were tired but not stupid. 

“Okay.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

“Perfect.” 

And it was perfect. Undoubtedly so. Mornings were flawless as long as you were there: grouchiness and all. 

God, if his teenage self could see him now. 

[irondad-defensesquad]

I've been on a bit of an art/writer block (curse you, depression), so I wrote this lighter piece just now. Peter is mugged outside of Spider-Man patrol, but other than that nothing goes too wrong here.

--

“Underoos! Haven’t heard from you in a while,” Mr. Stark sounds happy in the other end of the line.

“Ha, yeah, what’s up, Mr. Stark?”

“You tell me, kid. I see you’re not patrolling tonight.”

“Yeah, no, I was just wondering if I could, huh… Come by the tower. I-If you’re not busy or anything.”

“You’re always welcome here, kiddo. I was just about to order some burgers, if you’re up to.”

“Yes, please,” Peter tries not to sound too desperate. “I’ll get ready and swing by in a bit.”

“Alright, kid. See you soon.”

“See ya.”

Once he hangs up, Peter quickly texts Aunt May to let her know he’s visiting Mr. Stark. But no further details.

His stomach is rumbling, to the point it hurts. Peter is overthinking, as usual, so he arrives at the tower quickly. The window to his room is already open, so Peter lands on the floor and takes off his suit. His heart warms a little seeing a pack of clothes separated for him. To add to that, Peter goes to the living room, only to find a table full of snacks and burgers. Mr. Stark apparently comes from the kitchen, as he hands Peter a bottle of soda.

“Karen told me about a hungry spider-baby on his way,” the man teases him.

“I swear I didn’t come here only for the food—”

“You know I don’t mind that, kid. I’m glad you visited.”

Peter smiles, albeit exhausted. Mr. Stark sits next to him.

“So, tell me, what’ve you been up to?” The latter asks.

“Ah, same ol’ boring stuff.” Peter grabs a bag of chips. “Today kind of sucked. Ned got sick, class was just a pain to get through… Patrol was okay… Too much homework for tomorrow…” He pauses and sighs. “And what do you know, I was mugged just now. Lame.”

“Hang on, you were mugged?”

“Yeah, just when I was about to buy me some Delmar’s. Some armed dudes stopped me and took my money. Thankfully I left my phone at home, but yeah, I lost the money Aunt May gave me to eat dinner tonight.”

“Oh my god, did they hurt you?” Mr. Stark sits a bit closer.

“No, no. It was pretty quick. They just took my money and ran away. Too bad I wasn’t in my suit so I could kick their asses, but yeah. It didn’t escalate further than that.”

“Could you see what they looked like?”

“Not really. Their faces were practically hidden, and it was kinda dark. At least I warned Mr. Delmar in case those guys show up again.”

Peter eats, mildly annoyed. He notices his mentor staring at him, worried, but also angry at the muggers.

“Dang it,” Mr. Stark curses under his breath.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark. I just… feel kind of stupid, though, for losing Aunt May’s money like that. I didn’t want to tell her what happened,” Peter admits, grabbing some more chips. “I make her waste so much money on me—”

“Don’t say it like that. If I were her, I wouldn’t care about the money at all, I would just want to know if you were safe.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re rich—”

“But I know your aunt values you a lot more, buddy.”

Peter doesn’t protest that.

“Well… I’m glad no one got hurt,” he concludes.

He eats silently. That is, before Mr. Stark approaches more and wraps an arm around Peter.

“Me too,” the man agrees. He half hugs Peter, squeezing him a little. I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.

Mr. Stark is very aware of Peter’s strength, his powers, his capabilities. Yet at the same time, he worries about him like Aunt May does, like Uncle Ben did… like any parent would. Peter means a lot more to him than he thinks sometimes.

“Mr. Stark? Is it… okay if I stay over tonight?” Peter wonders.

The other smiles and pats his shoulder. “Of course, buddy.”

“I’ll let May know.”

“Okay. Did you bring your school things?”

Peter nods.

“Alright, I’ll take you to school tomorrow, then,” Mr. Stark says.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

Smiling bigger, he squeezes Peter again. Thankfully, this lame day won’t end on such a bad note.

[riekirei]

retroactive. — nishimura riki

“it’d be easier if you just didn’t ask, but it’d also be easier if she wasn’t his last.”

pairing: boyfriend!riki x afab!reader | genre(s): angst | content/warning: both riki and reader are of legal age in this work, consumption of alcohol, mentions of getting drunk, riki calls reader baby and vice versa

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: i’m back from the dead, hi guys. i hope you enjoy reading thisss. please ignore any typos or grammatical errors (if there are any) and lmk if i missed any warnings.

[🎧 now playing: did you like her in the morning? by NIKI]

you slipped your shoes on, heading out the door. you were on your way to yongsan-gu to accompany your boyfriend, riki, to a get-together at a pub with his friends. it wasn’t really your thing to go out drinking with your boyfriend and a few other people at around 10 pm at night, but you agreed to go.

riki said he’d meet you at a nearby landmark in yongsan-gu as it’d take him just a few minutes to get there since the building he works at was in the district. you call a taxi and make your way there. the ride to the district was short, it took around 20 minutes considering how late in the night it was and how you were just within seoul anyway.

the moment you step out of the vehicle, you walked around for quite a bit before you spotted riki, who stood by a bus stop, leaning on its shade, waiting for you to arrive. you ran up to him, hugging him from behind. riki quickly turned around and greeted you with a big smile on his face. “am i late?” you ask, looking up at him. “nope, looks like your just on time” he responds, showing you the time on his phone’s lockscreen. he wrapped his arm around you and rested his hand on your shoulder. “the pub’s nearby, actually. let’s get going” he says. “okay baby” you reply, taking his hand off your shoulder and locking it with yours as you walk.

after around 5 minutes of walking, you two finally reached the pub. the neon sign fixed on the pub’s entrance flickered and the chatter of people from inside brought the night to life. riki walks in first and you closely follow. you walk past a couple of tables before finding riki’s group of friends settled on a long table further back into the pub. they all greet the two of you as you sat down on the two empty seats. riki’s friends from work, from highschool, and from anywhere else were there, considering most of them knew each other anyway, but you didn’t expect his most recent ex to be there. his ex of 2 years. you didn’t really know that much about riki’s past relationships, but you for sure knew about this one. she was that one girl he really got along with and they just ended up seeing each other. they had so many common interests and personality traits. i mean, it didn’t mean you and him were any less alike, but the fact she was his last just wasn’t something that you could move past by.

“hey? you okay?” riki tapped you on your shoulder, snapping you out of your little zone-out moment. “oh, yeah, sorry” you say, shifting your focus onto the group’s conversation. “so, riki, y/n, how’s things between you two?” heeseung asks. “we’ve been doing well, nearing to our two year anniversary on november actually” riki answers with both of your hands intertwined, resting on his lap. “and our work schedules have loosened up a bit so we’ve been able to see each other a lot often recently” you add. the chat between the whole group continued as you two immersed yourselves into it as well.

the night passes but you can’t help but notice the stolen glances riki’s ex has made with both you and riki. they’ve exchanged some words too while in conversation with the rest of the group. maybe you were just overthinking it? you knew it was a get-together with his friends, and you are his girlfriend after all, so maybe there was no malice or intent of her glances. plus, you and riki have been together for quite some time. but two years? him and her? of course it would be impossible for him to forget. but he was with you now, and he looks like he’s the happiest he’s ever been. there’s no problem there, right? but why has this whole scenario been messing with your brain since the moment you sat down on the table?

you take a shot of soju, slamming the shot glass back down onto the table. you were probably on your third, fourth, maybe even fifth bottle? you don’t know, but you were lowkey getting drunk at that point, actually, everyone at the table was getting drunk at that point. after some time, you all decide to stand up and head home. you weren’t as dizzy, so you were able to slowly stand upright. you sighed to yourself, the night was finally over.

as everyone walked towards the front door to exit the pub, riki’s ex stumbles forward. she probably had gotten sloppy after a few bottles of soju. riki’s hands naturally found their way onto her waist, standing her back upright. “you okay?” he asks. she nods and hums in respond, with heavy eyelids and a face tinted with the color red. you stood there, blankly watching what had just unfolded before you. you didn’t know how to react, you didn’t want to cause a scene. were you just being overly sensitive? it was just coincidental that she so happened to have tripped and riki was right behind her. but, you saw the concern in his eyes and how it was second nature for him to have placed his hands onto her waist. this whole thing was most probably not a new thing to riki. how he’d spend the whole night with her, drinking and having fun, how he’d drive her home in the same ford he drives around now, and how he’d probably walk her inside, making sure she got home safe. was the alcohol getting to you? or were these thoughts coming from your completely sane, rational, sober self?

you let it pass until everyone parted ways. riki walked you to his car which was parked somewhere near his company’s building. he didn’t notice anything wrong the whole walk there, but he sensed the tension as soon as he shut the car doors. the air grew thick. you tried avoiding riki by looking out the car’s window, or mindlessly staring into the road ahead. in his mind, he was trying to work out what he had done wrong. were you just sleepy? were you just tipsy? or were you simply just not in the mood? he got a hint that it may have had something to do with his ex, knowing you and how you think about such things.

the car ride to your apartment was silent, with only the sounds of the engine, the other cars passing by, and the road being heard. you two did not exchange a single word the entire drive. riki parked the car by the sidewalk of your building, switching the engine off. he finally broke the silence by saying “hey, i’ll walk you inside, ‘kay? i don’t want you getting hu-“ but you cut him off halfway “no, riki, it’s alright. i’ll be alright.” “but, baby, it’s like 3 in the morning. it isn’t-“ and you cut him off once more “i said it was alright, didn’t i? just go home, riki.” you said, walking towards the lobby of your apartment building. he walked and followed closely behind you, not letting you go up to your apartment alone, both under the influence and with something going on between the two of you too. “baby, look, i don’t understand what’s wrong? what did i do?” he asks you while looking you straight in the eye. you couldn’t do anything but look away from him as the two of you stood in the elevator going up to the third floor of the building. you storm down the hallway, towards your flat. the tears formed in your eyes, holding them back from streaming down your face. “hey, hey, baby-“ riki says, fastening his pace to keep up with you. you grab your keys and unlock the door, shutting it close as you walk in. he stops the door from closing and grabs your hand, stopping you from walking in further into your apartment unit. “what is it that you want, riki? WHAT?” you exclaim as you finally turn around to come face to face with him. he comes into your apartment, shutting the door behind him before leaning onto it. the tears formed from earlier began to escape the corners of your eyes as you start to sob in front of your boyfriend. “i’m sorry, baby. w-what did i do?” he says, pulling you into his embrace. all you could do was cry in his arms. he caressed your back, rubbing it up and down to relieve you. he repeated the words “i’m sorry” all over and over again. the sight of his disheartened girlfriend in his arms, crying her eyeballs out, shattered him into a million pieces.

“why are you hugging me right now?” you quietly say, wiping your swollen eyes with the palms of your hand. “what do you mean, baby? you’re my girlfriend, why wouldn’t i hug you?” riki answered, with tears running down his cheeks too. “t-then what the hell was that earlier? do you still love her? do you love her more than you love me?” you ask him, looking up at him. you pause. “i saw the way you two looked at each other, how you to conversed and interacted still. and i’m probably stupid for thinking all this, knowing you two have moved onto new relationships, but i don’t know if i can compete with her. and it’s driving me fucking crazy, riki. it’s driving me fucking insane.” you add. “y/n, baby. past is past, okay? i love you and i’ve been the happiest i’ve ever been. being with you, being able to love and care for you, it’s all i could ask for. please don’t think of whatever happened earlier as something different. please don’t take it as a sign that i haven’t moved on just yet. she trips and falls, i catch her, and it ends there, okay? but you could trip and fall a million times, i’d always be there to stand you back upright and it doesn’t end just there. even if you try and fail, i’ll be there for you. even if you cry or weep, i’ll be there wiping your tears. even if you jump with happiness, i’ll be there celebrating with you.” riki responds as tears continue to come streaming down his face. “i love you, y/n, hm?” he holds you tighter. “i love you too, baby. i’m sorry-“ “no, don’t be sorry. it’s okay. we’re okay.” you lightly push yourself out of riki’s embrace and look up to smile at him. you pull him towards your room and you tuck the both of you into your bed.

you drift off into sleep, buried in riki’s nuzzle. he kisses your forehead and finally falls asleep, holding you close til morning.

[starrysan]

pretty u

➥ _𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 [9]

masterlist || prev chap || next chap

pairing: producer!jihoon x singer!reader

prerequisites/warnings: cursing, cheating :/ (not by woozi ofcofc,, sorry riwoo.. ur my victim), yn lore

a/n: sorry this took eons omg.. i wrote this on the plane otw back from my trip :3, there may be spelling mistakes.. my whole bad

2nd person pov

You waited nervously at the park, your knee was bouncing, your bad habit of biting your nails has returned since the whole ordeal. What if he didn't show up? Before you could overthink anymore, you hear a familiar voice coming from behind you,

“You know your hand is full of bacteria right?” you hear the voice say. You turn around to see jihoon. You did a double take making sure it was actually him. “Thought i wouldn't show up?” he asks sitting next to you.

“Would it be bad if I say yes..” you say, avoiding eye contact with him. “yn you wound me” he sulks, reminding you of every time soonyoung sulked when he broke a bass string. A wave of cringe washes over you making you jokingly shiver to jihoon’s confusion.

There was an awkward silence.. You didn't actually think it would get this far and you forgot to actually prepare something to say. “So..” jihoon says breaking the silence. “Fuck i’m so bad at confrontation” you sigh. “jihoon.. I’m so sorry for everything” you start, your hands were shaky as you spoke. “I- i know nothing I say right now can change how much I hurt you but i’m really sorry” 

Your eyes finally leave the floor to look at jihoon. His facial expression was his thinking one. The one you saw while he was mixing. When he couldn’t decide whether to add reverb or autotune, the same face he made when you guys were at the convenience store and he needed to decide between ramen or udon. 

“I just.. I don’t get it. I accept your apology.. I just don’t get why you basically ghosted me” he says now meeting your gaze to which you look down again. There was a moment of silence. You once again, had no idea what to say. “yn.” jihoon says, breaking the silence. “You were the one who asked to meet to clear things up, yet I feel like i’m the only one actually sharing how I feel” he says, starting to get a bit frustrated. 

“seonghwa told me-” you say but jihoon cut you off. “I know what seonghwa told you, but I have a feeling he’s not the one who made you avoidant when it comes to other people.” 

He was reading you like a book.. It was really scary. “You really want to know?” you say quietly. “Only if you really want to let me in” jihoon says. “I care about you yn but this relationship whether it’s platonic or romantic can’t work if you don’t communicate with me too” he says. You meet his eyes, “how much time do you have to listen?” you joke getting a slight chuckle out of him. “I’ve got all day” he says, getting comfortable on the park bench.

“your place?” you say just as he settled into the bench. “God yes please.. My back hurts” he says as you laugh. The two of you get to the apartment luckily all his roommates were out doing their own things. The two of you settle on his bed before you let out sigh. “My band right? We started in college.” you start..

(flashback)

you weren’t always an avoidant person.. in fact it was quite the opposite

it was the second semester of your senior year. god tired wasn't even the right word. You were absolutely exhausted, so ready to graduate already. But before you could even think of walking down that stage, you had one more thing to accomplish.

It was the thing everyone in your major dreaded the most, your senior project. What was this project you may be asking? A mini concert for your entire graduating class. You were in charge of the songs as well as the structure and some production of it. 

you scheduled to perform your project in two weeks, your band luckily agreed to be your backup band in the performance. big events like this always stressed you out, you got more snippy with your band, you didn't mean to it just ended up happening. you'd get frustrated usually argue with someone you’d blow off the steam and come back like normal.

you would run rehearsals like a maniac, yelling if anyone dared play a wrong note, stopped in the middle of a song or got lost in the piece. Your band got used to your outbursts. They knew you were stressed, you were just lucky they were so understanding.  

but throughout the whole thing, your boyfriend riwoo had your back. the two of you met first day in your production class, he was sweet, nervously asking if he could sit next to you in class on the first day. the two of you clicked instantly, if you weren't hanging out, you were texting and when you weren't in class, you were in one another's rooms.

you were so excited about your project, excitedly yapping his ear off about it and he always seemed just as excited to hear it or so you thought. the day of your concert you were so nervous. You bit your nails as you stood in the green room.

What if you forgot a song or your guitar string snapped? your bandmates came in five minutes later with their gear. “has anyone seen riwoo?” you ask, still pacing back and forth. A chorus of “no, sorry” echoed throughout the room. I’m sure he’ll be here soon!“ seokmin reassures you.

you go out into the hallway to call him, instead being led right to voice mail. you pace again, surely he had to be coming back soon. you hear some commotion down the hall. you turn the corner.. and you see it. riwoo making out with another girl in the hallway. you wanted to yell at him but right when you opened your mouth he started to speak first.

"isn't your girlfriends thing today?" the girl asks. riwoo shrugs taking a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket which you realized was your concert's poster. "i was never actually going to show up" he says, sounding almost offended she asked. you just stood there, your throat suddenly felt dry all the water you chugged felt useless.

you walked back to the green room, your bandmates looking in confusion. "where's riwoo?" soonyoung asked. "he's not coming" you say simply, picking up your guitar and retuning it. "we're on in ten" you say looking for the producer on your set, a senior you had befriended named hongjoong. (tehe).

mingyu could sense something was up, pulling you aside right before you went on. "are you okay?" he asks, genuinely concerned. you nod but he didn't buy it. "what happened with riwoo?" he says, looking right at you. "he's busy" you reply not wanting to talk about him anymore. "we have to go on stage" you say opening the curtain.

the four of you step onto stage as you thank everyone for coming. you swallow all your emotions before you start your set. everything goes relatively fine. sure you're heartbroken but at least it helps you show your real emotions for all your sad songs.

as you're about halfway through your set, you fucking see him. riwoo sneaks into the back with the girl from the hallway. you couldn't believe it, you freeze on the spot, your guitar would have dropped if you didn't have a strap. your bandmates look in confusion. you feel tears threaten to prick your eyes.

you run off the stage nearly tripping over your guitar cord. mingyu was the first to follow you off followed by seokmin and soonyoung running at the same time back to the green room. "yn!?" you hear them call behind you. you couldn't believe he had the nerve to show up. let alone with that girl.

"riwoo.. he was fucking cheating on me" you sob, curled into a ball on the floor. seokmin and soonyoung did what they could to console me while mingyu just stood there. before you knew it, he was out of the room. "mingyu where are you going" you ask. "to go take care of something" he replies throwing his jacket on the couch. "don't do anything stupid" you say through sniffles. "if it's for you then who cares if i do" he says before leaving the room.

the three of you sit in silence. seokmin had grabbed you a water, soonyoung had an arm wrapped around you. mingyu had returned, you could tell he got into a fight. his fist was bruised up and he looked pissed. "mingyu.. you didn't have done that." you sigh. "you're right. I needed to do it" he says, rubbing his fist attempting to soothe the purple bruise.

luckily, your counselor allowed you to redo your concert and you passed with flying colors. as for riwoo.. he had a bruise on his cheek for months. the only thing you didn't understand was why you didn't yell at riwoo yourself.

you used to be someone people didn't want to work with because of how outspoken you were. and suddenly you were a shell of yourself.

-

a cough from jihoon brings you back and suddenly you're not in the green room of your college, but back in jihoon's room. "i'm sorry you went through that" he says. "you didn't do anything you don't have to apologize jihoon" you say, your eyes never leaving the floor.

"i really like you jihoon.. and it's not like i'm saying you're going to cheat on me. i just don't want to disappoint you and go all avoidant on you." you admit. "i don't care" he shoots back which finally makes you look up. "what?"

"if that was your only worry then we can work on that." he reassures. "really?" you ask, genuinely surprised. "only if you also want to" jihoon says.

before you knew it, you leaned over the bed and kissed jihoon. it was spur of the moment, you barely had a second to think. your eyes widen when you realized what you did. "i'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that." you panic getting off the bed.

"yn it's fine" he reassures. "no.. it's not" you say getting up. "i have to go" you grab your bag and run out of the apartment. "yn!" jihoon yells running out without any time to put on his shoes but losing you since you ran down the stairs. he goes back to the apartment, texting mingyu to make sure you were okay.

he sits on his bed his feelings conflicted once again. it seemed like every time the two of you were one step closer to getting together, you got back to square one. he decided to sleep it off genuinely not knowing what else to do.

you get back to your apartment. your eyes red from crying. you didn't want to hurt jihoon and if running away helped that you would never stop running. a text from seonghwa snapped you out of it as you remembered your gig tomorrow. you try to get some sleep knowing you'd need it.

"i'm sorry jihoon" you whisper to yourself before passing out.

extras:

because of how yn used to be she had to ask 7 separate people to be her producer till hongjoong finally agreed

yn is very fast at running she freaking bolted down those steps in 5 minutes (jihoon lives on the tenth floor)

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[sabrecrane]

Battling Writer's Block

Believe it or not there are people out there who believe that writer's block isn't a thing. Nope, I'm not kidding, that is what my lecturer said last year and I just want to assure anyone that may believe it doesn't exist/ or are thinking of giving up on their work, don't. It is a very real thing and is very common to experience especially if you've written so much that you've managed to burn yourself out. Also, nobody in my class liked that lecturer for the rest of the year after making that comment so if you don't believe it's real...I wish you luck is all I'm gonna say lol.

So how do you prevent this?

Well first of all, you can't, but you can decrease how likely it is to happen.

Organisation

First thing is first, get your notes and your characters down somewhere you can look at them. Organisation will help a ton. Personally I have notes scattered all over the place both physical and on a folder on my laptop. Ideas come at random so I jot them down and then always forgot to put the physical notes somewhere. This meant I got stressed because I knew I had a good idea but couldn't remember exactly what it was. I did end up finding the notes and have now bought a folder to store my papers in. But this disorganisation meant I spent a lot of time overthinking my skills as a writer which then affected my confidence and ultimately resulted in writer's block.

Create

The next thing you can do is relax and create. Plots will come in time, focus on creating -- that's the fun bit especially if you're working in the fantasy or sci-fi genre! Don't create your plots first because as soon as you create your characters you might realise those plots won't work with those characters anymore. While this may not directly contribute to writer's block it definitely could affect your confidence so if you already have a good plot idea but find your characters don't fit then store away the idea for later to use with characters that will work for it.

Also I know I only focused on the writing aspect of creation but if you want to create other things then do that, too! Draw, make models, maybe a small mistake you make might give you inspiration!

Take a walk

This is common advice I see and that is taking a walk. If you can't find the inspiration to work on your current project but want to write something, grab your laptop or notebook and just wander around in a park and focus on your senses. What can you hear? What are the conversations people are having? What can you see? Try and show it instead of telling. Is there wind, can you feel it?

Create Your Own Definition For Your Favourite Words

If you don't want to write something too complicated and can feel your motivation disappearing but want to try and regain it, search for words and show your meanings for it instead of what the official definition is. For example the word 'love', the official definition is generalised and always straight to the point but the word means different things for different people. So what is love to you?

Poetry

Adding onto the previous paragraph, maybe try poetry! Last year I was dreading my poetry module but I have actually enjoyed it so far. I never thought I would but at 3am I find myself drafting up a poem to work on the next day. I do have old notes somewhere so when I find them I'll post them here so you have a sort of visual for how some poetry forms work. My favourite type of poetry is freeverse so if you're wanting to create a story without necessarily rhyming but keeping within the poetry theme, that would be a great way to start!

Relax

Finally, read. Sit down somewhere with a cup of hot chocolate or your favourite drink and read. Take some time for yourself, your writing isn't going anywhere and either way it takes time. Writing is a skill to develop not something to rush. Rushing will result in confusion and you may miss out some minor plot points you wanted to add. Reading helps you learn so pick out pieces that you enjoy from the book and see if you can incorporate it into your own work somehow.

To all my fellow writers out there, take a breath. Everything will come to you in time.

[energ00n]

1. Shoutout to @kei-maki cause I literally could have not said it better myself cause omg that analysis on KeepSaker was just fucking beautiful

2. Goon, your artwork is fucking beautiful as always please feed me more i beg thee-

3. I wanna add really quickly, that wouldn't Keepsaker also be like a sign of how they adore the other? Prima shows his adoration to Orion, being gently & loving, spoiling him, something an admirer would do even though he's just an Apprientice and we still have yet to see what actually drawn Prima to Orion, or how Orion even became an Apprientice.

Then with D-16, it makes sense cause most people would look up to their idol, fangirl, be embarrassed/shy about it, but wants to be like Megatronus even though he's not him. I bet Megatronus knows how much of a fan boy D-16 is too, lol, its cute to see D-16 get all excited over him.

But yeah, got nothing else to say(even though I may be overthinking it again hehe). Keep feeding us!!!!

HAHA I meant for the keepsakes to be the physical items but it is anything Orion and Dee receive from their mentors and carry with themselves count as well

I'm not sure about it being "a sign" tho, you mean like how the objects symbolise the love?

For the last bit Megatronous actually doesn't know haha. Dee keeps his fanboy tendency a secret even to the big three, he wants to be taken seriously so he always tries to act mature around them. Orion knows tho because he's a busybody who stuffs his nose in places it doesn't belong

*Add: also please just call me Engy or Ene, Goon may leave some... unwanted impression

[starrywilliams]

baby i’m yours - abby anderson

and i’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky. yours until the rivers all run dry. in other words, until i die

fem reader x abby anderson

synopsis: abby anderson hates seeing her girlfriend upset, so decides to show you just how much you mean to her.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: bad writing ??, general non-apocalyptic au, smut w a tiny bit of plot, top abby, oral sex (r receiving), fingering, some pet names, overstimulation, slightly insecure reader, not proof read !!

notes: i was gonna send this into someone’s asks but i thought it easier just to write it myself. so if it’s bad , ummm pretend it isn’t. wanted to add abby fucking r with her strap too but decided against it… so lmk if u want a pt 2 or something !!

it all started at a party. the music was loud and you were just a little tipsy, abby the designated driver as usual. she was talking to one of her friends beside you, rambling on about something you’d lost track of a long time ago. you could hear she was getting slightly angry as the conversation progressed, so you grabbed her hand to calm her down, y’know? but she decided to pull away. leaving you stood there embarrassed and feeling extremely awkward.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” you mumbled seconds later, not staying long enough to hear her response: if there even was one. you cursed when you tried to open the door, finding it was locked. from the smoke filled air and bottle covered surfaces, everywhere felt crowded. more crowded than you deal with right now, so you made your way out onto the, thankfully empty, small terrace that would grant you refuge.

clearing your lungs with a deep inhale, sobering up slightly while looking out into the darkness. she’d dropped your hand. maybe it was the alcohol making you overthink it, but you weren’t THAT drunk. abby always let you hold her hand, she knew you got nervous at these things. so you couldn’t understand why she didn’t this time. was she angry at you? had you done something wrong without realising? this spiral would’ve continued if it hadn’t been for a voice behind you.

“baby, what are you doing out here?” abby asked, voice laced with a slightly worried tone, as she kneeled down in front you. “nothing.” you choked, trying to avoid the tears that had accumulated in your eyes. “thought you said you were going to the bathroom?” she said, putting a hand on your knee. “it was full.”

she pouted, looking you up and down with concern. “d’you wanna go? i won’t mind.” she smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear in an attempt to cheer you up. biting your lip, you nodded, standing up. you walked silently behind her to the car, not really wanting to talk.

abby opened the door for you and held your side as you got inside. you took a deep breath as she walked around to the driver’s seat, knowing she would have questions. she slipped in, putting on her seatbelt and starting the car. abby let the sound of the radio fill the car for a few moments, driving away from loud house out onto the dimly lit street.

after what felt like a lifetime of awkward silence, she turned the dial down. “so you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” she said softly, gripping the wheel tightly as she did. “it’s nothing.” you muttered before looking down to your fumbling hands. “it didn’t seem like nothing.”

“well, it was. okay?” you snapped; voice croaking as you finished. abby frowned, turning to you as you reached the red light. “have i done something?” her voice was low - accusatory - and her eyebrows were furrowed. you looked up to the green light, “go.” she huffed, sticking her tongue into her cheek before nodding to herself. “so i have.” she whispered. “abby-“ you started. “what did i do?”

“it was nothing, i’m just overreacting.” you rambled, quietly thankful you’d reached your street so you could get out of this seemingly tiny car. “no, i must’ve done something. so tell me.” she sounded calm, words slow and sure. but you knew she was the opposite. she parked outside your apartment building, having failed to answer her request, you quickly got out and rushed towards your door, her not far behind you. “i asked you what i did to make you upset. answer me, please.” you pushed the key into the lock, turning it and pressing down on the handle before finally answering. “you dropped my hand.”

“i- what?” abby replied, laughing softly. “knew you’d think i was being stupid.” you whispered, throwing your stuff onto the side as you walked towards the kitchen. “i don’t think you’re being stupid. just tell me when this happened.” you grabbed a glass, “before i said i was going to the bathroom, you were talking to whats-his-face when i tried to hold your hand and you let go like- immediately.” you went on, finishing as the water reached the top of the glass.

“no it wasn’t like that.” she shook her head as you faced her, your furious pout not seeming to approve of her response. “it sure seemed like it.” you hissed, pushing past her towards your bedroom. you could hear her footsteps heavy on the floor behind you. “no, baby stop. sweetheart listen to me.” you pushed the door open, settling the glass down on the nightstand. “okay talk.” you began to undress, wanting to just go to sleep already. you were fully sober now, and very tired.

“i didn’t mean to drop your hand, i was about to get an eyelash off your face- but you pulled away before i could!” you looked up to her, sighing with a mix of relief and adoration for the girl. “oh abs. i’m so dumb.” you said as you stood up. softly smiling, you wrapped your arms around her waist and leant your head against her chest. “you’re not stupid, okay- maybe a little.” she joked, kissing your forehead. “how about i make it up to you?” she whispered in your ear before pressing her hips against yours “yeah, good idea.” you mumbled, slightly breathless.

that’s how you found yourself laid back on the bed with her whispering sweet nothings against your skin. each kiss against your thighs was making your patience disappear more and she could tell. “you sound so pretty like that.” you looked down at her, meeting her darkened eyes. “so fucking desperate for me.” you caught a glimpse of a smile before her tongue delicately made its way through your folds. the noise you made when she reached your clit was borderline pornographic, let’s just hope your neighbors weren’t in tonight.

feeling her tongue swiping back and forth against your needy little clit, your hands reached to her scalp; pulling her hair softly as you pulled her closer. “hands off baby.” you groaned, having to use your hips to get her closer. “abby, fuck.” you whimpered, thighs suddenly tightening around her head. “mhm.” she hummed, looking up to you again. “look at me.” she said against your pussy, moving her head lower once you did. “those fucking eyes.” she mumbled before slowly pushing her tongue into your hole, smirking as she felt it pulse around her. she moved it around slowly, before pulling back out just to thrust it back in again.

then she stopped. deciding to now leaving soft, far too gentle kisses around your lips. close to where you needed, but ever so far. “please don’t stop.” you whispered, screwing your eyes closed as if that would hurry her up. perhaps it worked, as you instantly felt two fingers push roughly inside you. your hips bucked upwards, a loud whine rolling out of your throat. “look so good for me, taking it so well.” she cooed, using her other hand to spread your lips. “your clit’s so swollen baby, want me to take care of it?” abby asked, her hot breath against it making you go crazy. you nodded, not receiving anything in return.

“use your words baby, tell me what you want.” she spoke, slightly mockingly as she dragged out the final word. feeling her large fingers thrusting inside of you relentlessly, you were almost rendered speechless entirely. but you managed to stutter out a “please touch my fucking clit abby.” that had her immediately suckling on it like a starved woman. the added sensation had you quickly getting closer and closer, that knot in your stomach tightening more by the second.

“feel so tight around my fingers, pretty. gonna cum for me?” she said, instantly returning to her assault on your clit while her fingers pressed against that spot inside you that made you see stars. you made some kind of noise to tell her yes before the cord snapped and you were drowning in her. “that’s it, sound so fucking beautiful when you cum.” abby hummed, stretching out the beautiful as her fingers started thrusting even faster. your legs snapped together as you pulled away, but a hand pressed down firmly on your hip, keeping you locked in place.

“you can take it can’t you? i just want you to feel good baby.” she cooed, keeping her pace rapid. “it’s too much.” you cried out, feeling your twitchy clit sting at the continued pressure against your insides. “you can take it.” she said, whether it was to reassure you or simply an order, you didn’t know. but to be honest, you didn’t care. you were gonna take it whether it hurt or not.

“fuckfuckfuck-“ you whined, feeling that knot tighten back up again. but with her fingers fucking into you like that, it felt so, so much more overwhelming. your mind was just chanting abby on repeat, and perhaps your mouth was too - you were too out of it to know.

then it was like a fucking explosion inside you, limbs spasming around her as your mind went foggy. you gripped onto the bed for some kind of relief from the pleasure that was consuming your every cell, but eventually you were just fucking floating. abby pulled her fingers out at some point, before softly licking up the mess you’d made all over your thighs. she left to go and grab a warm cloth, wiping you down before cleaning her face.

abby pulled your underwear back up your legs gently, stroking your hips as she did so. “i’d never drop your hand.” she whispered. you smiled at her, eyes barely open. “maybe you should, if it’ll end like this.” you joked, eliciting a small laugh from her.

she may have never dropped your hand after that, but she did fuck you until you saw stars, that’s for sure.

[scrapplescribbles]

Intro to Fairfable

second (prettier) edition :D (i took way too long to finally post this cause i did a lot of overthinking 😭)

You've heard the myths. Most of you just think they're made up.

Humans tend to neglect the wisdom that all legends are based in truth, that some things are beyond science. That maybe fairy tales aren't fantasy.

There is another world that exists alongside your own. Its name matters little. Its people are familiar. All that is required of you is to look into Those Places—you know the ones I mean—and let them take you there. However, since the Other Folk are not particularly fond of intruders, let this story suffice as your window into their lives. Things are changing in their world. In a realm of myth and magic, what better place to begin than the most ordinary?

If you've made it this far, I'm gonna hope you're at least a little interested. And prepared for a long ass yap. If things go the way I want them to and we get Fairfable off the ground, it will grow into a full-fledged indie animated series. Unfortunately, I can't animate, and even if I were to start learning several years ago, I can't animate a whole multi-season show by myself. The closest thing I have to a production team is my self-recruited friend to help write some episodes and my cousin who knows that at some point within the next couple years he's gonna get a text saying he's gonna help me make music for Not Hazbin Hotel. I would start getting more people together to work on it, but I just graduated high school and am using pretty much every cent I have access to to pay for college. Not optimal conditions for creating an entirely new show from scratch. But it has pages and pages worth of ideas in Google Docs, so we're getting somewhere, at least (I say, knowing full well that I spend most of my "writing" time watching youtube video essays and blasting music into my ears.)

I have a lot of goals for this. It's pretty character-driven, but it does have a bigger overarching plot tied to deeper lore (duh, I have a ton of mythology and magic stuff to work with.) This show is supposed to be fun but serious when it needs to be. It's also proudly queer (take one look at its creator 💀) and full of neurodivergent representation. Also, I want it to be a musical because I'm a music-loving theater kid. Fight me. (Actually don't I have the strength of an angry toothpick)

There's comedy. There's symbolism. Ironically, there's humanity, but art is supposed to reflect the world it's created in. There's love in every bit of this project, and if that ever fails to show through, I've failed as a writer. The cast is diverse in its stories and in its characters' flaws, and I'm doing my best to make them feel like real people in spite of the fact that they're fantasy creatures. Let it be known that I am a sucker for found family and any story about characters helping each other heal wounds from their past and grow into better people. I LOVE me some good wholesome healing. That's what this is. It gets serious because some characters deal with real serious trauma, and I do not plan on making light of people's trauma. But they find time to laugh, y'know?

There are still a lot of things I need to figure out. Any part of the story or the characters or anything could change at any time. I'm also always learning, whether it be through experience (after all, as of this summer I'll only have 18 years of it) or research. But, as I do with anything I write, I love to have fun with it. Jokes and shitposts always have a home on this blog and in my heart (as long as they're not offensive or maliciously ignorant, of course.) Anyway, I think I'm getting dangerously close to reaching a point where I don't make sense anymore, so let's move on.

Characters

the main focus of this project. for the people who have seen a million of these intros already im sorry lmao its for the new people. also i will add pictures when i get the motivation and im happy with the results (i do have some half-finished thumbnails so yippee!! let's see if i get any further with that!)

Nema (she/her)

Nema's always been different.

Over the years, her "gift" has earned her a reputation. Not that she ever went around telling everyone about it, but, when you occasionally mutter vague prophecies and randomly zone out in the middle of sentences, it's kind of hard to hide. No one has a clue why she's plagued by these visions. All she knows is that too many of them have come true, and people always focus on that instead of just plain old Nema.

But then again, sometimes she gets a feeling. Just like she did the day she popped her head out of the water and really took a look at the old abandoned treehouse. Just like she did the day she met Lynx, Sal, Zing, and Shailyn. And, for once, it didn't feel ominous and foreboding. She doesn't know where fate will take her. But maybe, for once, it's going somewhere good.

Lynx (she/her)

A cat with a mission and a patience that wears thinner by the day.

It's been months since Lynx began her search for somewhere to move out. Sure, of course she loves her family, but love doesn't give you Lynx's parents' seemingly magical tolerance for screaming children scurrying around an absolutely cramped den. She's glad she had the experience of living there, but it's high time for a less overstimulating change of pace.

The only problem is that the places with neon mold creatures stuck in the drywall and mandrake infestations are the only ones Lynx can afford on her own, and she'd feel bad asking her parents for money. She's gonna need a roommate or two to share the financial burden. Or three. Or four, if you want to count the fairy. But for the four of them who do know how money works, this tree seems weirdly perfect (aside from the overgrown-ness.) Only one question is on Lynx's mind: is this too good to be true, or has the bull finally stopped shitting?

Zing (pronouns? yeah those are cool)

Zing, shapeshifter, at your service.

Zing has always prided themself on their ability to make friends. It's easy when you're a walking party trick with the charm and impeccable sense of style to match. But even a free spirit has to settle down sometime. This ragtag band of individuals too broke to afford housing on their own seems like the perfect opportunity to set up a home base. And, of course, the individuals themselves are intriguing, to say the least.

Nema's quiet. Shy. But nice once you get her talking. Makes you wonder what she's hiding. Shailyn's friendly. She just seems curious. You have to be careful with your words around her, but that's nothing Zing isn't already on top of. Lynx and Sal will be tougher to crack—Sal especially. But nothing like a challenge! At least that's what Zing is telling themself.

Shailyn (she/her)

New people. Interesting.

The tree hasn't been inhabited for years—a long time when it comes to the shorter-lived creatures of this world. So one can imagine the fairy's surprise when she popped in one day to check on her plants, only to discover people there.

Typically, the fairy likes to keep to herself. She likes this tree—the old, abandoned, living building fascinates her, and she finds it a delightful place to spend her time. But she did always suppose it was only a matter of time before others came. They're curious little beings. And, while they're here, this seems to be as good a time as any to socialize.

Sal (he/him)

Finally.

For what seems like far too long, Sal has been looking for somewhere to go. He doesn't care where, how, or who with, as long as he doesn't have to deal with his mother constantly breathing down his neck anymore. All he wants is real independence, and now he finally has a chance to have it.

Of course, he'd rather not have to live with fairy tricks in his own home. She seems odd, even for a fairy. But, it's still a house, and at least the other people don't seem too bad. Lynx and Nema are cool. Zing seems like a bit of a wild card, but whatever. Things are different now. Sal can deal with it. Whatever may happen.

Content Warnings

these are here because they're important to the stories and development of the characters. even though i personally have not experienced many of these things, i still want to raise awareness and fight stigma around mental health issues and trauma. you'll see a lot of "non-graphic mentions of/allusions to" in this list. that's exactly what i mean—no more, no less. i will update this as i learn more and as the show itself changes. if there are problems with the way fairfable approaches any of these topics, i would appreciate constructive criticism in order to keep these depictions as respectful and realistic as possible. lots of love to anyone affected by these issues <3

cursing/strong language

a bit of non-gory violence

homophobia from society and from family

non-graphic mentions of the past death of a parent that happened when the character was young

emotional abuse/manipulation from a parent/family member

mentions of/allusions to past suicidal thoughts

non-graphic mentions of/allusions to past SH

past and current non-physical self-destructive behavior

non-graphic mentions of/allusions to SA

mentions of/allusions to past toxic relationships ranging from familial to platonic to romantic/sexual

Conclusion

So that's the gist of it, I think. Thanks for being here; it means a lot :)

Asks and comments are always welcome if there's anything you want to say or know more about. (🙏🙏 Please guys I really like talking and the more specific the question the better cause I feel like every time I get a generalized question like "what are you working on?" or "free token to talk about your wips!" I just say the same things over and over again. Not that I don't appreciate the asks; I just don't wanna bore y'all and myself 😭)

Fairfable Taglist!

these are the real ones 🔥🔥 lmk if you want to be added/removed

@foxgloves-garden @novaluna7189 @generation-of-vipers @woodlandstarz13 @peculiardragon22

dividers from here :)

[ivoryrebellionmess]

Spooky remorses IV

Part I Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: I hope you like it, I´m so thankfull for every interaction with my posts. I love you guys so much <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean af

Word count: 5k

Staying alone in Jax´s room would only bring overthinking and second-guessing your presence there, so you decided to go search for a friendly face to distract you from every mistake you´d made in the last three hours.

The party was decaying fast, a few members still around drinking and chatting. You spotted Chibs sitting at the bar, and smiled to yourself, knowing he'd give you shit for…well, everything. Not that you didn´t deserve it.

Chibs looked up from his beer when you sat down next to him, brows raising in curiosity and mischief. But he said nothing, waiting for you to set the tone of the conversation.

So, sighting in defeat, you did exactly that, ¨Go ahead, lay it on me¨. 

The scot laughed, but did not miss his chance. ¨Ya two were putting on quite the show out there, I thought you were gonna rip each other's clothes off on the spot¨.

You just laughed, what else was there to do?. ¨That bad huh?¨

The scot had a look in his eyes that could only be matched by a kid on Christmas morning, he had clearly missed having you around to give you a hard time. And he clearly had some more to add, ¨Oh, it was damn near pornographic. The way-¨.

¨Oookay okay, I know, I was there, remember?¨, he seemed pleased with himself as your face reddened under the dim lights of the clubhouse. 

He turned a bit more serious, even if still wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He hesitated before speaking again.

¨Seriously, though? I thought I was watching one of those cheesy movies you like. Next thing I know you´ll be confessin´ your true love on a beach at night¨.

You scoffed a laugh, but answered nothing. This was his way of telling you there was more than sexual tension there, and that he did not think it was a bad idea to pursue whatever else was brewing between Jax and you tonight.

But of course Chibs liked you together, they all did, you leveled Jax. During the yeard and a half you´d dated he got into fewer fights, his decisions weren´t as reckless and he was in a better mood. Some people had thanked you for the former reason.

The other side wasn't so pretty: knowing you'd always come second to his brothers, worrying about him whenever he was on a run, patching him up after, learning how to shoot and defend yourself `just in case`,...

Did you love him? Of course you did, that was the only reason you put up with it, until it became too much. You couldn't let yourself get dragged back into all of it. 

From the outside, Jax was the kind of guy everyone want to date: charming, hot, loving, all of that mixed with the edge of a bad boy? Sounds great, sure. Would be perfect if that edge was just a harley and some tattoos. But it´s so much more than that, it´s being alone in bed at 3 am, wondering if the person you love is coming back. If he´s been arrested. If he´s gotten into a fight. If he´s dead on the side of the road.

Chibs could almost hear your brain whirring and clicking, so he mentioned someone he knew you wouldn't resist talking about. ¨Gemma was about ready to explode¨.

You tried, and failed, not to laugh, ¨She burst in the room while I was cleaning Jax up¨.

Chibs matched your vibe instantly. No matter how much he loved Gemma, she'd been awful to you since day one, playing a main role in your breakup. So yeah, he´d relish a bit in her misery.

¨Wish I could've seen her face¨, he laughed, ¨What'd she say?¨.

You straightened your back, imitating her body language, ¨I'm his mother and I know what's best for him¨. A quick laugh flew from your throat before speaking again, in your own voice this time. ¨ You know, the usual¨.

A silly smile, a gentle one, invaded your face. Chibs just gave you your own time to say whatever caused it. And you did, in a lower voice, as if saying it aloud would make it not be real.

¨He actually stood up to her, he defended me¨, biting your lip, as much as you tried, did nothing to hide the stupid grin plastered on your face. And for the bare fucking minimum that is.

A look of respect crossed his face, eyebrows rising in surprise. Before saying anything else, he sipped his beer, letting the revelation sink in.

¨Did he now? That takes some serious balls¨. You nodded, looking down at your hands with that stupid lovesick look still on your face. 

Only then you realized, you´d been patching him up, he was beat and he´d need meds. ¨Hey you got some painkillers? Big guns, he's messed up¨.

His stare got serious for a second, going over what he had. After a few seconds he dug in the inside pocket of his kutte and handed you a plastic bag with around ten pills inside. As he opened his mouth to give you the indications, you got up, interrupting him. 

¨Bed rest, no alcohol, what else doc?¨. You felt like a student again, eagerly answering questions about what should be done with patients. 

A smirk played on his lips, wanting to get back at you for cutting him off. ¨I wouldn't encourage any `physical activities´ tonight, let the boy rest¨. Once again, the familiarity of being in a situation you´d been in a dozen times before stirred something inside you.

It was comforting in a way, it felt like home. 

And, as so many times in the past, you promised it wouldn't happen. The difference was that you meant it. Chibs´s knowing look followed you, he sensed the tension that still lingered between the two of you. He also knew you were more than capable of handling Jax, which meant he could go to bed and not give a fuck. At least for tonight.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and looked around for something to eat. You were tired and not in the mood for cooking, or a full meal, but Jax needed to eat something. He'd try to resist, he was awfully stubborn and he hated depending on people.

It was ironic really, he got himself into needing to be looked after. There was chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, so after grabbing two spoons, you made your way back to Jax´s room. 

Chibs was no longer by the bar when you passed by, so you breathed deep and continued on your way. The shower was still running as you set the ice cream and water on the bedside table. It had been a long time, Jax was most likely standing there, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. Instead of disturbing him, you decided to lay on the bed. You took off your shoes and closed your eyes, letting the hum of the shower relax you. 

After a good ten minutes the water stopped flowing, and shuffling sounds made their way to your ears.

Jax came out of the bathroom and stood on the doorway, honest surprise in his face at the sight in front of him. It had been a long time since you´d laid on his bed. 

Betting that he´d only be wearing a towel, you did not dare open your eyes, knowing the sight could be enough to send you into an early grave. His toned body wet, water dripping from his hair and beard onto his chest, down his abs, the towel low on his hips, a very visible happy trail,...

¨So you didn't fall down and drown¨, you simply stated.

Jax´s chuckle turned into a wince rather quickly, you furrowed your brows. You did not get a chance to ask how he was feeling when he retorted jokingly, ¨Managed to stay upright, darlin´, thanks for your concern¨.

You felt him sit by your feet at the end of the bed, you also heard him groan. Finally opening your eyes, you offered some help. ¨Need a hand? Getting dressed?¨. The forming bruises on his back looked weirdly good, complimenting his tattoo.

Your question was met with silence as he glanced down at his body, probably trying to figure out a way to do it on his own.

There wasn't one, he was battered and bruised.

Jax chuckled wryly, admitting defeat. ¨My arms are sore and my ribs are killing me¨.

Of course he wouldn't admit to needing help, god he was like a kid sometimes. So you stood up and walked to his closet, keeping the banter up to distract him.

¨What are you feeling? Casual chic? Eleganza extravaganza? Cocktail attire?¨. His dry laugh once again led to a wince, but his humour didn't falter, ¨I ain't´exactly feelin´up to a fashion show at the moment¨.

You shrugged, ¨As you like¨, grabbing grey sweatpants and a white shirt, ¨You ready?¨. He looked up at you when you made your way back to him, nodding slowly.

He took a deep breath as he sat straighter, ¨Ready as I´m gonna be¨. When he looked up at you, the vulnerability in his eyes got to your heart. You would've done anything to make him feel better, that had always been the issue. 

So you smiled at him, you couldn't help yourself. The cold nurse was long gone, you now were the girl that had fallen for him. Hard.

¨You´ve been worse, right? This is a walk in the park¨. Jax chuckled through the pain.

¨Been worse, I´ll give you that. A walk in the park might be an exaggeration¨, you caressed his shoulder as he kept talking, ¨I´m trying my best not to pass out and you´re here all smiles like you don't have a care in the world¨. 

¨You are what I care about right now¨. And before you could stop yourself, you were leaning in and pecking the side of his mouth. Sure, it wasn't a proper kiss, but still, what the fuck were you doing?

Jax was clearly caught off guard, and when you stepped back a smile was tugging at the corner you´d just pecked.

¨You can't just go around doin´ that¨, his voice was a bit hoarse, ¨I aint supposed to get excited right now, darlin´¨.

The fact that he was joking was a good sign, but had nothing to do with the smile lingering on your face. ¨Okay, whatever, you know it wasn't like that¨, you laughed, handing him the sweatpants.

You kept on bossing him around as you made your way back to his closet, ¨Put those on and I´ll help you with the shirt¨, you looked over your shoulder at the bruise on his ribs and muttered under your breath, ¨That´ll be trickier¨.

You paid more attention to his groans than the clothes you were picking to change into, and decided he was fine. As fine as he could, given the circumstances. 

Jax finally managed to get the sweatpants over his hips, not missing a chance to rile you up when he noticed what you were doing. ¨You´re not stealing my clothes when I am on the verge of death, are you?¨.

The amusement in his voice made you smile, ¨Well I'm not sleeping like this¨, you vaguely gestured to your dress.

He loved the idea of you sleeping next to him, wearing his clothes. ¨You could always sleep naked¨. He spoke low enough that you had to make an effort to hear him, turning around to see his grin. And that may have been a bad move, a flash of the past crossing your mind…Jax, giving you that same grin, from between your thighs. And over you. And pining you against a wall.

Somehow you managed to answer casually, not letting your true feelings show, ¨You´re not supposed to get excited, remember?¨.

¨´course I remember, it doesn't mean I can´t appreciate the view¨. Something more important than the banter between you came up, a pair of leggings. Not any pair, your favourite ones. The ones you hadn't been able to find since the breakup. ¨They were here all this time?¨.

Jax chuckled, knowing how much you loved them. ¨Dug ´em up a few months ago¨, the ghost of a smile danced on his face, ¨Looks like they found their way back to you¨.

You bit your lip, pleased with your finding, and pulled out a zip-up hoodie, ¨I think this will be easier to put on¨.

You walked up to him, ¨Okay let's go¨, and put his right arm through the sleeve. He didn't complain, so you did the other one. ¨Want me to zip it up?¨.

Jax just nodded, breathing through the pain in his ribs. 

When you were done, you opened his side of the bed, ¨Get in, I´ll be right back¨.

You watched as he slowly laid down, playfully pouting at you. ¨You really gonna leave me all alone?¨.

You hummed, ¨Yeah, give you some time to think about what you did¨. You heard his chuckle as you went in the bathroom and closed the door.

You changed into your leggings and the shirt you´d originally gotten for him and peeked in the mirror. You honestly looked way better than you expected, so you washed your face and took the fangs off. 

Jax looked up when he heard the doorknob twisted, and he had to stop himself from smiling when he saw you. His heart ached to have you back in his life. He nodded at the space next to him and you made your way over, grabbing the ice cream on the way. He didn't need to hear it to know you wanted him to eat something, even if he did not feel like it, so he took that to his advantage. He grabbed the ice cream and patted the bed next to him. ¨I´ll eat if you lay down with me¨.

You both knew you couldn't say no to him, so why even try? You sat down, handing Jax one of the spoons and burying your own on the ice cream tub. He kissed your temple, ¨Thanks for taking care of me, I know I can be stubborn¨.

Finally you accepted it , you were in too deep, and you didn't care. Come tomorrow morning, you might, you'd regret everything. ¨You really are insufferable, baby¨.

Both of your hearts jumped at the pet name, yet decided to play it nonchalant, focusing on the ice cream. 

¨I aint that bad, just a little stubborn is all¨. His playful grin was met with your incredulous one, ¨A bit-?¨.

He laughed, knowing he was an absolute ass at times, ¨Dont lie, you love it¨.

Shaking your head at his smugness, you handed him two pills.  ¨Please, knock yourself out¨.

A little while after taking them, Jax felt the pain starting to dull and his head getting drowsy. Still, he tried to stay awake, to enjoy five more minutes of your company. Even if that was just laying next to you while you ate the whole ice cream. 

¨You really think I´m that bad, huh?¨. He mumbled, a smile on his face.

You placed the empty container on the bedside table and laid on your side, looking at him. ¨Not at all¨, your voice was barely above a whisper.  

Jax´s eyelids were heavy, the meds really starting to work, you could tell he was making an effort to keep his eyes from closing. 

¨I'd hate to have you think I am an insufferable ass¨.

You´d already fucked up by ending in his bed, so what was another tiny mistake? You leaned in and softly kissed him, whispering against his lips. ¨Well yeah, but you´re my insufferable ass¨.

His heart skipped a beat, he gently kissed you, one of his hands softly grazing your hip. ¨Damn you¨. What he wanted to damn, more than you, was the effect you still had on him.

You bumped your nose against his, teasing him. ¨Nice thing to say after I took care of you¨.

He snorted, now laying on his back. ¨You know what I mean¨, he gave you a lazy smile, ¨Not fair, kissin´me when I'm high and can't do nothin´about it¨.

He looked relaxed from the side, you could tell he was almost asleep, ¨You got bigger things to worry about¨.

The ever-present smirk on his face did not falter, ¨Do I now, like what?¨.

God, how he managed to still be so cocky you would never understand. You were a close second though, only giving him a pointed look for an answer. And he knew what you meant, of course he did, but how could he not tease you a little?

He put the best innocent facade he could muster before side eyeing you, ¨You´re gonna have to be a little more specific, darlin´¨.

You just laughed under your breath, ¨What a fucking ass¨.

He was a sucker for you, living for moments like these, living for you. ¨Aren't you supposed to be nursing me back to health?¨, you were scooting closer before you knew it, ¨And here I thought you were doing it because you care about me or somethin´¨.

¨Oh my god how long do these meds take to work¨, you playfully teased, ¨There are no laws against insulting you while I heal you, baby¨.

¨You´re a real piece of work, y´know that?¨, he was slurring, the pills finally getting to him. 

You just shushed him, caressing his face, ¨Sleep now¨.

Jax could barely fight it, but he found the strength to ask you one last thing. ¨You´re not gonna disappear on me while I sleep, are you?¨.

You didn't let yourself think about it for too long before reassuring him that you'd stay. He finally fell into a deep, medicated sleep. When the stress was finally gone, you realized how tired you actually felt. It did not take long for you to close your eyes and drift off next to him.

About six hours later, a pair of blue eyes slowly opened under furrowed brows. The first thing Jax had felt when consciousness returned to him had been pain. It wouldve been very romantic that you were the first thing on his mind, sure, but that´s just not how life works sometimes. 

The ribs on his left side, his fists, the back of his head, it was as if every single part of him was hurting.

Your stirring finally reminded him of…well, everything that had happened. Its not that he didnt remember what had happened, but considering he hit his head Jax just assumed it had been a dream. 

It hadn´t though.

You looked peaceful, the ghost of a smile gracing your lips. You´d looked beautiful last night, but this was better. No worry lines on your face, no furrowed brows, just a smile. 

Cute as this moment was, his body had other plans. Jax slowly sat up, trying not to wake you. It was hard, even through his gritted theet, he could not help but groan. 

You rubbed your eyes, barely able to get words out of yourself. ¨Hey, hey, hey don´t move¨.

All his feelings of gratitude and desire to prove he was a better man were quickly overrun by annoyance at his own aching body, ¨I know¨, his back was facing you. 

¨But I gotta piss¨. His voice was rough and a little aggressive, you just sighed and laid back on the bed.

The blond may not have evolved, but you sure had. You matched his passive aggression and just stayed there, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Some time ago, you´d have force fed him painkillers and treated him carefully, but that wasnt you anymore. Not the sober you anyways.

So, after a couple tries, he had no choice but to ask for your assistance. ¨Help me up?¨. A few second of deafening silence. ¨Please¨.

Your lips stil sealed and half asleep, you went to his side and let him use you as a crouch. Jax heavily leaned on you, trying hard to keep silent. Determined to pretend he was fine. 

There was a flaw on his plan, he needed your help to make it to the bathroom.

Based on experience this was just his body warming up, after a little movement he´d be all right on his own. Almost.

¨Feels like a truck run me over¨, he tried to joke. Too late. His shitty morning attitude had bothered you so you kept quiet. 

That was until you were halfway to the bathroom and all of his weight was on you. Risking his mood worsening, you asked. ¨Want me to get one of the boys?¨.

That struck a nerve, someone seeing him weak? No way. He tensed up and stopped walking. 

¨I can do it myself¨, you could barely hear him through his gritted teeth. 

You scoffed and urged him to keep moving. He played it tough, stubborn as he was. Anyone could´ve been able to tell that he was in a lot of pain.

Jax looked at your face for the first time as he leaned on the doorframe, his voice was soft when he spoke, even if his words were not. ¨I can take it from here¨.

Raising your hands in surrender, you took a step back. Your voice was cold when you said he had more pills on the bedside table.

You left, mad at him, mad at you. Mad. Just plain mad. 

The biker grunted, closing the door and leaning on the sink, knowing he had pissed you off. He did look like shit, pale skin and tired eyes. Jax cursed under his breath, he couldn´t bear the thought of anyone seeing him like this, not even you. 

Especially not you.

That´s something you´d never truly quite grasped. It wasnt so much a macho thing, not with you. When it came to you, it wasnt about bravado. It was about making someone he loved suffer, the hurt in your eyes when they went over his bruises, … A hurt he did not know how to comfort. 

You made your way to the kitchen, expecting it to be empty. If the beginning of the morning had been bad, what would come after was way worse. Gemma was sitting down, having coffee, and you couldn´t stop the groan that crossed your lips. Not that you tried.

Gemma smiled slyly, the battle you´d won the prior night fresh in her mind. Fake sweetness laced her voice as you made your way to the coffee maker, ¨Well, well, look who it is¨.

¨Yeah, yeah¨. You didnt even bother wasting energy on her, knowing you´d need it with her hot headed son. 

She sipped her coffee as you put sugar on your own. Her sharp eyes studied your every move, looking for the perfect way to get under your skin, to gather the information she needed. 

If you hadnt known her, you´d have thought the concern in her voice was sincere. 

¨You look tired, sweetheart¨.

Again, no fight in you, everything about you was neutral, even your tone. ¨He just woke up¨, you dryly added.

She wanted to know what had happened, where your relationship stood. You wanted to erase the past night from your brain. 

Gemma´s eyes gleamed as she sensed the tension coming off of you. There was no doubt as far as whose fault that was.

¨And how is he?¨. You sat up on the counter, leaning your head back against the cabinets. ¨You know how he is¨.

 She just smirked, sipping from her mug. ¨Stubborn as a damn mule¨.

Silently, you nodded. Eyes closed, head thrown back, you almost felt calm. Almost. The matriarch studied you quietly. Had your eyes been open you would have seen something close to pride on them.

Gemma herself had never been able to pinpoint what exactly she disliked about you. Because it was not you . Your personality, she liked, you were fiery. You could handle her son and you perfectly managed with the rest of the men of the club. Had she been honest with herself, you were too good for this life, it dimmed your light. She had seen you around town with your friends, you looked happier when you didn´t have a criminal to worry about constantly.

She rested her forearms on the table, cocking her head as she spoke. ¨Can I ask you something?¨.

There was no spite in her words, and her face seemed softer than you could remember ever seeing it.

For a second you played with the idea of her liking you, being there for you when Jax was being an immature jerk or putting himself in danger. You quickly dismissed it, it wouldn´t do you any good to dwell on that. 

You sounded almost playful when you answered, ¨I have a feeling youre gonna ask anyways¨.

She chuckled, you both knew each other all too well to be playing this game. ¨Why are you back?¨.

Once again, no bite behind her question, just plain curiosity. You straightened your position on the counter so you could have a proper conversation. ¨Whats your point?¨. No bite didn´t mean you were friends of course, you were still weary.

¨Jax´s better off without you¨, her face betraed her, she did not believe her own words. Your brows furrowed, defending her son was a pivotal point of Gemma. ¨You two arent good for each other…¨.

It felt like she was holding something back, yet you couldnt figure out what it could possibly be. Gemma´s voice was soft as silk when she finished her sentence, ¨…he makes you into something you´re not¨.

She quickly went back to her usual demeanour, leaning back on her chair, ¨You know it and so do I¨.

It somehow felt like you were walking into something, but not a trap, not exactly. You moved from your spot on the counter to a chair in front of Gemma, and took a sip of coffee before giving into whatever was happening. 

¨What´s that supposed to mean? He makes me into something I´m not?¨. You knew, you agreed, and your eyes reflected it.

But this could not be played as a bonding moment between the two of you, neither of you were ready to navigate that type of relationship. Or even wanted to, for that matter.

¨My boy turns you into a mess, all upset and emotional¨, she eyed your face up and down, ¨exhausted¨. 

Well, yeah, you were stressing over Jax, you´d done that for the whole time you´d dated. What else were you supposed to do when your boyfriend was VP of a literal gang? You worry, that's what you do.

On the other hand, she was right and you couldnt deny it. He turned you into an unstable version of yourself, a not-so-cheery you, … No one could deny that after the initial shock when the breakup happened, you´d had a glow up. It wasnt something physical, it was all of you. You were relaxed, you were happier. Even if you missed Jax and the bad days felt like absolute shit. But that was normal after losing someone important in your life, not a sign that you truly wanted to get back with him.

Gemma could see the turmoil of doubt in your eyes, and maye a little bit of her in you? Getting pregnant had played an important part on her staying with her first husband, but what would´ve happened if she hadn´t? And what would happen to you if you stayed? She knew how the club corrupted everyone it touched, and you had managed to escape that once.  Would you be lucky enough to do it twice?

She got up and, before leaving, she added, ¨You already spend your days nursing people back to health¨. You didnt need to be doing it as an extracurricular activity too…

Alone in the kitchen, you finished your coffee, a million thoughts racing in your head. It got too much and you needed space from anything to do with the club. Rushing to the room, you mentally checked where you had left your clothes and purse the night before. 

The room was not empty, he was in the bed. It didnt take long to notice he was asleep. Thank god. 

The pills were nowhere to be seen, so he would not wake up. You hopped in the shower, the hot water numbing your thoughts. Alone in the bathroom, Gemma´s words resonated with you. You forcefully tried to stop that train of thought when your heart started to beat faster and faster. 

Somewhere deeep inside you, you wanted to push Jax away, to protect yourself. He still had a grip on your heart, but that only meant he could still hurt you. What had happened last night after all? What had happened this morning?

You dried yourself and put your leggings back on, the shirt still smelling like Jax when it went over your head. You pretended it didn´t affect you. You grabbed a gym bag from Jax´s closet and put all of your things inside it.

The tought that leaving with so much of his stuff would probably mean at least another call did cross your mind. You ,ade quick work of banishing it as you strapped your heels.

Jax looked innocent when he was sleeping, no tension on his face, you placed a final kiss on his cheek. A goodbye? You did not know. 

You chuckled when you saw your outfit on the mirror, the true definition of a walk of shame.

Breathing deeply, you looked at him one last time, and walked out. On your way to look for a taxi, you ccame across Gemma.

No words were exanged, but your eyes said enough. For both of you. It was never about hatred. 

Anxiety swarmed your mind as you exited the Sons´ property, would you ever be sure that this had been the right decision? 

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Mission Gone Wrong Part 2/2

Another commissioned art by @sorceressmyr for another snippet. I really can't thank her enough for accepting all my commissions 🥹🥹🥹 Again I hope you enjoy the snippet

You can read part 1 here

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“We’re home,” Tsunade called as she and Sakura walked through the door. “Welcome home, you two seem exhausted.” Dan walked over to greet them. Sakura was in awe of how quickly he managed to get home and even changed as if he wasn’t out stopping bad guys and rescuing her a few hours beforehand. “You have no idea, I’ll explain later.” She then looked down to Sakura eyes softening. “Why don’t you put on your favourite tv show.” 

“Okay!” Sakura grinned running over to turn on the TV. Her eyes brightened as an episode of her favourite cartoon started and she began singing the tune. Dan looked over towards Tsunade who nudged her head towards the kitchen so they could get some privacy. 

He could see how on uneasy she was and seemed to be thinking leaning on the counter in thought. “Something wrong?” “Sakura was used as a hostage.” Dan pretended to be shocked, eyes widening taking the information in. “Is she alright? Was she scared?” Of course she was, that was to be expected of any child. “That’s the thing, I tried talking to her about it, but she brushed it off and is acting like nothing happened. She seems fine… too fine.” “Perhaps she’s too young to fully understand what happened.” He was used to it in his line of work, he had seen far many kids in dangerous situations, but they were none the wiser on what was happening. In some cases, their parents were there and were playing along with it being a game. “Hmm hopefully, it’s not good to keep your emotions bottled up. Especially at this age.” Tsunade knew she probably sounded hypocritical, being a spy you had no choice but to hide your emotions if you wanted your mission to go well. Still, something about Sakura being held hostage and the way she was acting didn’t add up. 

Maybe she was overthinking, and Dan was right on her not being able to fully grasp on the situation. “Why don’t you let me talk to her.” “You?” “Sure, I’m done with work for today. I’ll let her watch her cartoons for now to calm down and see if I can find out anything.” The plan didn’t seem too bad, it was worth a shot at least. “Okay, I need to go out later for some work. You two can talk then.” “Sure.” ~~~~ 

“La la la,” Sakura sang spinning around singing the ending theme. Dan was sitting on the sofa smiling away reading the newspaper. “Papa, come dance with me.” Sakura tried to pull him up, but he declined. “I’ll pass, actually Sakura I need to speak to you.” He patted the spot next to him for her to sit, she nodded still humming away taking a seat. “Mama told me what happened.” “Oh, you mean with the bad guy?” “Yeah… the bad guy. Were you afraid?” A part of him felt guilty for leaving her behind but he knew he had to treat her like any other stranger to protect his own identity and her safety. If they knew she was linked to him Sakura and even Tsunade would be put in danger. “I was.” “Was?” “Yeah, but this mystery hero came in and saved me.” Sakura smiled beaming away. “I couldn’t see his face, but he went chasing after them like in my cartoon. He told me to go and get Mama and made sure I wasn’t hurt.” “And you weren’t afraid after that?” “Hmm, I was a little. But if I stick with Mama then next time it won’t happen. And if good guys like him are about, I’ve got nothing to be afraid of.” Sakura stated as a matter of fact. ‘I wouldn’t exactly call myself a good guy.’ She was a bit confused on what he meant by that but didn’t let it show on her face. 

“Besides, Mama said she’ll teach me self-defence.” Sakura said jumping off the couch in a stance and making little punches with her fist like she saw in her shows. “Oh, did she now?” ‘Somehow I’m not surprised.’ 

“You know I know a few moves myself.” Sakura looked at Dan up and down as if trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. “Sakura doesn’t believe Papa.” Ouch, Dan thought still he was happy to know she felt safe with ‘heroes like him’ as she would put it. 

“I’m glad you feel safe but it’s fine to be afraid sometimes.” “I know Papa.” The little girl merely giggled, she knew her Papa would rescue her in a heartbeat. He didn’t have to know that though. And with Mama as well, Sakura felt twice as safe. 

“But I will get strong too!” Again, Sakura made little punches ready for the next bad guy ready to mess with her. “I think you need to punch like this.” Dan made an ‘attempt’ to punch in the air acting like he had no idea what he was doing. 

“No Papa, you have to do it like this.” “Like this?” “No, this.” ~~~ 

“I’m back, oh?” Tsunade smiled seeing the two sleeping on the couch. After their little ‘play fighting’ Sakura showed Dan more of her cartoons and then the two had fallen asleep after a long hard day. 

In Dan’s case with his work and Sakura with all this excitement. Tsunade decided to ask Dan about their talk later and left the two to sleep.

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Gym Pep Talk

Alex finds Shane struggling to find his groove back at the gym, and offers to lend a hand.

Alex/Shane SDV Fanfiction E - Oral Sex - Shower Sex - Substance Use - Smut

It was a stupid idea. For once, not his own. He was still forced to follow through. If only it hadn't reached Marnie's ears he wouldn't be there, soaked by the rain, pondering over the closed door whether it is actually a stupid or good idea to start working out.

The doc had said once he'd recovered from his…little accident, it would be beneficial to start working out again. Engage in a routine, again. That does not involve drinking and overthinking and leaning painfully on an injured hip and knee. As if working out on his forever painful joints will not make him want a freaking drink anyway…

Walking back to the ranch, or the saloon, under that rain getting stronger, seems like more of a pain in the ass than actually entering the spa.

Shane replaces his gym bag on his shoulder, and finally open the door. The chlorine smell of the adjacent pool is what hits him first, then the obvious lack of any thorough cleaning for years jumps at his nose. He gets rid of his hoodie in the changing room, and walks between the gym equipment. Despite the rest of Pelican Town and this very building looking like they fall apart, this one room still looks sharp. Probably thanks to the Mullner kid's constant use of it. Who knows, he's probably the only one cleaning it, paying for it even. What would Lewis even gain getting this to the state it is right now?

Sure, cushions are bleeding out yellow foam, and some bars are rustier than Willy's boat, but compared to any other public facilities, well…It's better than nothing.

The particular scent of the leather seats brings Shane back to a, seemingly, simpler time. When he used to train, when he was something, someone. Or at least, something to look forward to. Not like right now.

Man, sitting on that bench doesn't feel real, it doesn't even feel like the ones he used to use back in college. He did cushioned a bit himself… More to grab, a lover would say, if anyone wanted to grab him in the first place.

Oh fantastic, those thoughts now. Like he needed to be reminded of his lonely nights in his single bed. Maybe exercising would at least get rid of the pent up energy he gets from…not doing anything. He lies down facing the bar above him, feeling how cold and rough it is in his hands, and wonders if he should add another plate. He used to be able to bench press more than his body weight, so only one plate on each side feel like a downgrade… Ha, much like everything in his life, much like how he is.

Well, only one way to find out.

He inhales sharply, and on the exhales, he lifts the bar. Or tries. Fuck, that's just, what, eighty pounds. About two bales of hay. Ok. He lets his arms fall back on the bench. Could he lift two bales of hay? Absolutely not. He already needs hooks for one. That does put things in perspective. But he knows how much he used to lift. Who he used to be.

This is a stupid idea. He knew from the start.

"Oh sorry man, didn't mean to startle you." The young man says walking in the gym like it belongs to him. "It's usually empty." He adds, wrapping his hands in bandages, checking the bag of chalks hanging from the wall. "Weight training?" He nods towards Shane. "Should probably try with the lighter plates."

"Yeah, well." Shane sits up, feeling incredibly self conscious, as Alex sits on the equipment next to him, his abs tight against his green tank top.

The older one tries not to look down at his own stomach, the soft gut years of consumption gifted him. And he sees Alex's legs out of his white shorts, toned, shaved, and tanned. How much sun is that man getting, trapped in the ice cream booth all summer?

He watches him lift them to the weights waiting on the legs press machine, and lifting them without any effort. Maybe one or two grunts, tops. Fuck Shane feels inadequate.

"I usually lift after my legs press." The young one says between reps.

"Sorry." Shane instantly replies, standing up, stopping his inspection of Alex's body.

"No no, I meant, would you mind spotting me? I never go higher than half my weight cause I'm on my own. But since you're there…"

Ah, he wants to show off. "Uh, sure, if ya trust me."

"Course, man, why wouldn't I?" Alex laughs, finishing another rep like he's just walking to the toilets. Whatever Shane does or thinks, he cannot remove his eyes from Alex's legs bending, straightening up, bending again, his calves pressing against his thighs, every muscles tensing, not even breaking a sweat, not even letting him admire everything glistening. Damn.

"Want me to spot you afterwards?" Alex asks, still lifting the weights with his legs. "Could make this a regular thing." He pauses. "I mean, if you want."

Shane shakes his head. "Harvey said I should start exercising again after…Err… After last month." He scrubs his neck, looking down. "Think I should stick to carrying boxes of tinned food and bale of hays."

"That's some heavy lifting already. Probably wouldn't need to come here this often if I was more useful around like you."

Shane blinks a few times. What did he say? In a serious tone? What? "You're useful what are ya talkin about…"

"Sure…" Alex sits back up, grabbing his water bottle. "Ok that's it done. Mind handing me some of the plates?"

Shane stands up to the pile, pondering if he should clench his buttcheeks and tries to carry more than he possibly can just to impress the younger one. But to what end, breaking his back, getting even more useless around the ranch, and humiliate himself. Sure. That's what Shane would do.

Probably not today though.

Alex thanks him as he hands him the brought up plates. "You're gonna lift all that?"

"Trying to." Alex replies, placing himself on the bench, his clothes hugging his body down. "Told you I usually go for a hundred and twenty pounds, but since you're there, might try two hundreds." He smirks, shuffling under the bar. "Ready?" He asks Shane standing behind him, his legs almost against his head. Following his nod, Alex starts lifting with a grunt, removing the bar from its cups, looking up at Shane holding the bar with him, slowly crouching to help the weight down to Alex's chest. "Ok you can let go now." He says, sending Shane away. "Hey, man, you can stay closer."

Shane clears his throat. Surely, no one wants to bench press with someone's crotch in their field of vision. He approaches back nonetheless, looking at his strong arms, muscles, flexing. Alex's grunt feels more painful. "You ok?!" Shane quickly asks, stopping himself from touching the bar, his legs hitting Alex's head. "Fuck kid I'm so sorry."

"That's fine." Alex smiles, lifting higher up, his arms shaking as the bar lowers down. "Could use some help just now."

"Yeah, yeah course!" Shane grabs the bar, lifting with Alex to put it back on the cups. "You ok?"

"Yeah." Alex simply replies, lifting his tank top to wipe his forehead, sweat finally covering his skin. "Want me to fuck you?"

"What?"

"I said: want me to spot you?"

Shane rubs his face down to his stubble. He knew he was hard up but Yoba this is embarrassing. "I…I should prob-"

"Come on man! Giving it back!" Alex laughs, standing up, grabbing his towel from the bench. "All yours."

The older one groans, pulling on his wide shirt hopefully hiding what's happening in his shorts. "Fine." He concedes, sitting on the bench. "But definitely not all that!!"

Alex nods, already unscrewing the bar. "Don't want to injure you on your first gym visit."

"Not the followings either." Shane grins, shuffling under the bar.

"Oh, does that mean you'd be coming back? I promise you a good workout!"

Shane shrugs, swallowing painfully. "Might." He simply says, lifting his arms to the lighter bar. "Ok on three…."

Of course it's easier with Alex's help, it's like lifting nothing, and being close between his legs kinda help too. Alex releases the bar to Shane who starts lifting. "You're doing it!" Alex says excitedly, so much so that Shane could hear the smile in his voice. Almost proud of him?! "Come on, Shane, give me more!" Oh, fuck. "You're so close, Shane, one more!"

OK that's enough. "Think I'm done here." Shane pushes the bar up in an ultimate grunt, almost missing the cups as Alex fumbles to grab it, repositioning it correctly.

"What the hell, man?"

Shane stands up, out of breath. "Jus…gonna hit the shower." He pants, turning his back to Alex, rushing through the door.

In the tiled shadowed room, Shane quickly removes his sweaty shirt, wipes his face with it before throwing it against the wall. Fuck, all he wanted was follow the doc's dumbass advice and get healthier, and now he's stuck in the old gym's bathroom, flustered and out of breath, his damn erection throbbing so hard all his blood keeps rushing down.

He takes a deep breath, removing his shoes. He needs to calm down. He needs to calm down. But his perfect body, enthusiasm, believing in him to push forward, fuck… And he grabbed that bar with such ease, his muscles barely flexing, while Shane had to popped the veins in his tired eyes. Why did he never see Alex before.

Breathing doesn't help, remembering Alex's body parts really doesn't help, his warm thighs around his head while he was shouting pep talk at him, Yoba…Oh Yoba… And why did he decide to rush to the showers room instead of leaving? Now he's stuck in there. He'd have to face Alex to get out.

And, certainly not with this between his legs.

Oh for fuck's sake.

He removes his shorts and his pants, turning the shower off. Maybe, just maybe, the water will cool him off just enough. His shaking hands at the side of his body, he tries not to look down. It's not happening. Whatever he feels down there is not happening since he doesn't see it. Getting nicely wet, after a failed attempt at exercising. An attempt nonetheless.

It's not going anywhere. So he lifts his hand, surrounding himself. Seriously? In the public shower room? Fuck that. He needs it. He slowly tugs down, soft groan on his lips, starting to handle himself. He shouldn't, but he does think of Alex. He saw his arms, his abs, his strong legs. He saw the shapes in his white shorts. This is embarrassing as anything but damn it feels good. And he deserves it!

Holding himself against the tile wall, hot water falling on his back, steam surrounding him, Shane strokes faster, his big hand around his thick girth, knowing it won't take much until he explodes.

"I suppose you don't want anyone to spot you.'

Shane jumps, almost slipping and falling on the wet floor. "Fuck!" He looks around, but there is nothing for him to hide. The steam disappears through the open door, his towel is deep in his gym bag he left on the wrong side of the wall.

"Hey, man. You're fine, don't worry." Alex closes the door behind him. "Didn't want to force you into anything. Just got excited to have someone at the gym with me." He blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry I made you uncomfortable."

Shane blinks repeatedly again. Yeah for sure he was uncomfortable, but decidedly not for the reasons Alex think. "No, kid, you're fine n all." Shane starts, looking at the wall, his back to the younger one, trying to hide his erection. "It's, ah, I'm…"

"You shouldn't be embarrassed." Alex voice's approaches him. "Been a while since you did it so, obviously it's going to be harder. That's why I'm here!"

Fuck he's saying now. "Think I'll just… stick to the bale of hays." Shane chuckles awkwardly.

"Promised you a good workout though." Alex says right behind Shane who jolts. "Come on, show me." He laughs, pulling on his shoulder to turn him around like he's nothing. "Well that is impressive."

"Alex…Fuck's sake."

Alex kneels down in front of the older one who opens wide eyes. Since when was this one so enterprising…eager, even. And for dicks? And for Shane's dick?! But when he starts licking his length before taking him in his warm mouth, any doubt disappears. Yeah ok. He knows what he wants. "Holy shit Alex…". His dazzled eyes tremble looking down at the chestnut hair slowly meeting his stomach, still unsure if it is actually happening. Wouldn't be surprising he's just creating a stupid fantasy alone in the shower room but, he hadn't has a drop to drink in weeks… And when Alex expertly cup his sac, slowly stroking his length with one hand, surrounding his head with his lips, Shane finally lets himself go. That younger one really knows how to handle him.

Shane buries his shaking hands in Alex's hair, showing him without words how good of a job he is doing, his fingers shy on his skull. Alex releases him with a loud wet 'pop', letting his hand do the work. "You know…If your hands want to show me the pace, I wouldn't mind." He says with a cocky smile. Holy mother of…That Mullner kid has been hiding his game pretty well. With a laugh, he returns to Shane's girth, grabbing his hands to place them on his skull, grinning up at Shane before letting him meet the back of his throat, his nose against Shane's curls.

The noise of his choking mixes with the shower, echoing in the near empty shower room, making Shane swears loudly before he pulls on Alex's head, letting him breathe, before pushing him down again. He wants to be shown what pace suits Shane? So be it. And fuck, that mouth is deliciously fuckable.

With a soft movement of his hips, Shane first grasp Alex's skull, slowly letting his throat get used to his girth, pushing him away from his curls to reinvinte him against his crotch. Alex knows to breathe through his nose, taking Shane whole without a whine, his choking sounds, saliva, and tears, doing the talk for him.

The younger one plants his nails in Shane's thighs, anchoring himself against him while he bullies his mouth, looking down at him with grunts and angry eyes. "Fuck you take it like a champ…" Shane starts praising, clenching his teeth, handling Alex with rough hands. "If I had known you love cock…" A long sigh as he starts throbbing in his mouth. "Yoba….Alex!"

The low growl starting in Shane's throat fills the room. Alex hard at work, feeling Shane's big hands gripping his hair, his skull, not letting him rest. That is until Shane starts trembling, almost falling back against the tiled wall, a long string of "fuck" escaping his lips, and an ultimate groan, exploding against Alex's throat, filling his mouth, hiding his face as a whimper leaves him, feeling Alex's lips on his overwhelmed head.

"Holy crap…" Alex laughs, standing back up, wiping his mouth. "That is impressive" he repeats in a cough, some of Shane's cum drooling at the corner of his lips. He leans against the wall, next to Shane whose hallucinated eyes are still trying to adjust to the high he just received, out of breath, his shiny cock resting against his thigh. "Letting you rest before next part of the workout." He says, crossing his arms.

Shane shakes his head, trying to unblur his vision, his legs shaking from the orgasm, still not quite understanding how, and why, it happened. He looks down towards Alex, seeing clearly the imprint of his erections against his gym shorts. There is absolutely no way he would be able to give him as good a job as Alex just did… But he's willing to try.

At Shane's surprise, the tanned one buries his hand in his pocket, protruding a small brownish bottle. "Know what it is?" He asks.

"Course." Shane scoffs. "Taking me for a spring chicken?" He tries to snatch the bottle but Alex's reflexes are yet to be undone.

"If you want to give back, you might want a sniff of that." He laughs, his perfect white teeth shining in the dimly lit room. Putting the bottle back in the pocket of his now very tight shorts, he laughs at Shane's blush. "Less cocky now? Obviously won't force you into anything, but hum…"

"Gimme the damn popper you idiot." Shane says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. There? In the shower room?

Shane extends his hand to the bottle, but Alex pins him against the wall, opening the bottle with one hand and putting it under Shane's nose. "Come on, one big exhale."

Shane tries to squirm but, really, really, why would he. Damn he feels himself clench already, and being pinned against the wall like that? By this one strong arm? He's certain he wouldn't even be able to move an inch. A few years back and Shane would have been the one to handle any one of them like this, and he really can't say he doesn't enjoy it… Enjoy it? If his soul hadn't been sucked a few minutes ago he'd be hard as rock by now. Then again, he does feel himself coming back rather quickly. And inhaling the gas isn't helping him calm down, nor is thinking how Alex had this in his pocket the whole time. Is he just walking around with these in his bag? And he popped one in his pocket before coming in the shower room? Did he know how Shane was feeling?! Fuck inhaling really isn't helping.

His arm still against Shane's chest, Alex tugs back the bottle, and slowly lets his fingertips fall against Shane's thigh, feeling his shiver. "How are you feeling?"

"Where did ya even find this in Pelican Town?"

"Online." Alex shrugs. "How are you feeling?" He repeats with intensity, conviction mixed with tenderness in his green eyes.

"How d'you think I feel?" Shane laughs, turning into a giggle before he stops himself. "Fuck…"

"You let me know if it feels too much, right?" Alex's fingers find the inside of Shane's thighs, slowly caressing the damp skin, making him jolt slightly. "Ticklish?" Alex grins.

"Shut up…" Shane lets himself be handled again, still pinned against the wall, easily spreading his legs at Alex's touch.

Circling him softly, he inserts a finger with ease, a second one, tempting a third one. He looks at Shane, his eyes closed, biting his lower lip, while Alex prepares him. "You want it bad, right?" He grins, seeing Shane snarls, still not opening his eyes. He finally releases Shane who stumbles, his legs still shaking.

Opening his eyes, he watches Alex get rid of his short, his length bouncing up, as tanned as him, as veiny as his flexing arms… Shane gulps. Yeah, he wants it bad. He gets a condom from his pocket, quickly getting ready, turning back to Shane. "I…How…" Shane starts, visibly embarrassed.

But Alex keeps grinning, before swooping the older one up against the wall. "I'll make you work your abs." He says with certainty, locking his youngful eyes into Shane's tired ones. He's unable to move, presenting to Alex, his thighs pressed against his chest, his back against the wall. Slowly, Alex brings him down, his sweaty ready cheeks against his impressive length.

Shane's hands try to find somewhere to grab against the tiled wall, failing to grip something, feeling Alex's girth stretching him, and how fucking good it all is.

"You're taking me really well." Alex whispers, resting inside Shane who decided to grab Alex's shoulders, bringing him against him, his legs now around him. "Come on, grind up for me."

"What?"

"Told you I'm going to make you work your abs. Arch, use your core to move up." Alex instructs him without a hint of mockery in his tone.

Shane groans, shaking, jolting at Alex's girth throbbing inside him. It feels insane. It feels impossible. Moving up? Offering him that friction he deserves? With the state of Shane's body? He helps himself with Alex's shoulders, clenching his jaw, soft moans on his tongue, squeezing his thighs.

"That's it, you're doing it." Alex beams. "Come on, Shane, almost there!"

Fuck he's encouraging him to use him. He did promise him a good workout… Shane's muscles already ache, but Alex's cock feels so…tantalizing inside him, he needs to move up and down.

"Very good, Shane. Very good!" He almost shouts, stopping himself from helping Shane along his cock. "Come on give me a few more rep!"

"I…I can't Alex I…." Shane pants, sweat falling from his temples, his whole body tensing up. "Fuck you feel….so…."

"Just give me a few more, then I'll give you your reward. You can do it!"

Alex isn't even out of breath, carrying the whole weight of Shane on his girth, in his strong arms, his muscles flexing hard, his torso glistening, his eyes sending fire to Shane who takes a deep breath. He needs to do it, he needs to lift himself up, he can do it, he has to, to feel Alex's cock moving inside him he HAS to. And he feels utterly ridiculous. Drooling, haze on his half lidded eyes, covered in sweat, not managing to push himself up, or with difficulties… But Alex believes in him - for some reasons -, giving him the rein to make him feel good as well. How patient is this man to wait for Shane to finally get a grip? Is he not frustrated waiting for this idiot to move and help him cum? No he's fucking smiling, flexing, carrying him, giving him the workout he did promise…

"Come on Shane, use your glutes and show me what you got!" He peps again, not heaving one bit, not shaking at Shane's weight, not tiring at all. What's this man even made of.

If it was years ago Shane would have shown him, damn he'd shut his mouth so fast! But it's not, it's right now, in the old gym's shower room, and he has Alex's delicious girth twitching up in himself, and he believes in Shane's strength.

"F…Darn that's it…" Alex almost swears, closing his eyes. "You're doing it Shane, and you feel so good, Yoba…" A few pushes closer to each other than the other, and Alex drools of encouragements, before slamming more into the wall, stopping Shane from moving, his face inches away from him. "it's reward time." He whispers in a grin, crashing his plump lips on Shane's chapped ones, pushing his tongue deep in his mouth, his hips moving faster at the rhythm of his breathing, his large palms splayed on Shane's thighs and burly cheeks.

"Fuck!" Shane screams, freeing himself from Alex's mouth to breathe in, victim of his strong hips attacks. Oh Alex's encouragement and tenderness were a thing alright, but seeing him now move like a complete lust-filled hungry beast, without a care in the world for his lover, and at the same time fuck giving him his whole. "F-fuck Alex…" Shane lets himself being handled like an absolute ragdoll, giving in to the reward the younger one promised him after an intense workout and Yobadammit he's enjoying every second of it. Shane feels his own hard cock bouncing on his stomach at the rhythm of Alex's hips and grunts, lost in all the intensity of the passionate fuck he's being given.

"Now you'll cum for me." Alex whispers, his breath hitching, the effort finally catching up on him. "You've been amazing this whole time, so you'll cum again, ok?"

Shane hates to admit it but damn his cock twitches so hard at the praises… He grabs Alex's shoulders with strength, the friction inside him bringing him so close to ecstasy, his eyes rolling back, Alex's hard torso pressed against his own, his certainly manly musk enveloping him all at once. And another deep growl fills up the room, Shane releasing it all on his stomach, his chest, as well as Alex's who's not shutting up with the praises, making Shane cums more, and more, until Alex finally explodes, twitching and throbbing inside Shane with a grunt and a primal snarl.

The rain has finally stopped when the two men step out of the old building, hair wet from the shower, towels on their shoulders.

"So, errm…" Shane starts. "How many times d'you come round here to…train?"

"Well, I really just come in here during winter, otherwise I train at home."

"Oh." Shane looks down, the last winter frosts and snows already leaving the Valley.

"But I guess I can twist my schedule a bit to come train here." He smiles. "Especially if it helps you." He adds, punching Shane on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Shane clears his throat. "I think that'd help a lot…"

[fordpinesthemanyouare]

Ford x Fem!Reader

Math Assistant Pt.1

Summary: Ford needs himself an assistant, Stanley makes an online post for him and BOOM there you are, coming to meet him for an interview at the diner.

Warnings: Erm... this is a nothing sandwich I THINK. Please let me know if I should add something

A/N: My brothers in christ please this is my first fic that I wrote on a whim, I had an idea and I started writing. I have never written fan ficiton in my life so pls be nice... also who up wit dey werm to Stanford Pines HOOBA HOOBA!!!!! Okay also I want to write SMUT for this so imagine this is like the really really really long winded plot to the porno. K thanks bye read if u want or dont i dont control you.

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Ford shook his head at Stanley who was seated in front of a new computer now placed in the living room, “I’m still confused on why we should be posting the ad listing “online” rather than the local paper, or putting up flyers around town.” Ford used air quotes for emphasis, he still found the whole idea strange, he liked the computer for being a tool he could use to further research. He didn't like it so much as a vessel for finding candidates for a job he was offering, the thought that he had no idea who was communicating with him unsettled him a bit. Especially knowing the kind of work he was going to be having this future assistant… well assist with.

“Because yer never going to find someone with the qualifications yer asking for in this town” Stan looked over his shoulder at a crossed arm Ford. “Hiring someone for a summer job who has a PhD in Application Math, whatever that means-“

“Applied Mathematics, Stanley” Ford interrupted.

“Whatever it is you're not going to find that here, you and fiddleford are probably the only people in this town to actually have a college degree” he said with a chuckle, turning back to the computer. He was clicking around on some website that Ford had never heard of, let alone just recently finding out what the internet was. “I'm setting up a job listing on some of the local college websites, ya know for people that are studying or just done studying”. The clicking of the mouse and the typing of keys continued as Ford ran the motion through his head, overthinking perhaps every outcome of Stanley posting that job listing. Ultimately though Ford knew he was right in that, no one with at least a degree in Applied Mathematics was going to be residing nearby.

“Just please be careful about the information you include in this job posting, try to keep it minimal as possible. If they ask more questions about specifics you can let them know that I can explain in person.”

Stan looked over his shoulder, his eyebrows slightly downturned with a smirk rising on his face, “I didn’t realize you had hired me to be your assistant, you're going to have to cough up if you want me to do this for you”. Ford groaned in annoyance of his brother, “Stanley you know I don’t know how to use any of that”.

“Exactly why you're going to want to have me help you out with this”, Stanley moved his arm to drape across the back of the chair he was in, looking more directly at him. “That’ll be twenty dollars”, he held out his hand expectantly at his twin. A beat of silence passed between the two as they had a small staring contest, both men’s brows furrowed at the other.

Ford finally reached for his back pocket after he felt he had glared at his brother enough, he slipped a twenty dollar bill from the leather wallet and practically slammed it in his hand before walking in the opposite direction without a word. While Stan on the other hand, was more than beaming when he saw Ford’s hand fall to his back pocket, Stan half shouted as Ford strode out of the room.

“You’ll thank me later when I find the perfect candidate!” He laughed as he said it and returned to more clicking and typing around the website.

Ford returned to the lab to finish up some things before the kids were scheduled to get there later in the month. When they returned from the long months at the ocean, Ford wanted nothing more than to work on something in his lab again. He loved feeling the anticipation of a project becoming something, but of course he knew he could easily get carried away. After Dipper and Mabel left last summer, before Stanley and him were going to head out, he had made a major discovery while working in the lab. He had discovered an atom that was capable of recreating a direct clone of itself and in as many atoms he could count. He continued to work on the project until Stanley was practically dragging him from the house to leave to sail around the world.

While sailing towards one of their final destinations at the end of the trip, Ford finally opened up to Stanley about his worries of falling into the same pits as before. He was worried that he would become too involved, as he already felt himself doing as they were leaving for their trip. He also desperately needed some alone time from Stanley, but he didn’t mention that to him while they were on the boat.

“What if you hired someone to help you with the project?” Stan had offered a possible solution, while he had sat in the boat looking at Ford who was deep in thought over his dilemma. “I mean obviously the last time that happened, it wasn’t great either…” He trailed off after the look on Ford’s face became apparent, regretting the thought of his old college friend.

“I know the last time wasn’t great” Stanley pushed forward, “but maybe if you have someone hired to help with the smaller stuff. Things like using the calculator or something, whatever the small stuff even is to you” he said the last part under a fake cough which earned him a glare from his brother. However, the idea wasn't… terrible, Ford thought. He pondered over the possibilities of having someone helping him out, along with having the two kids upstairs to bother him. If he were to have someone who he didn't have to know that well take on most of the minor details, the equations and such, he would be able to prioritize the best parts of the project while also having time for his family. At least, that’s what he had hoped for when Stanley initially offered the idea.

“That could be a good idea…” Ford said after taking several moments to ponder the possibilities. “I would need someone who could do advanced mathematical equations, with room for equations that could possibly extend what they know…”. Stanley just looked at him deep in thought, wondering how there could be that many things to think about, the answer seemed clear to him.

Back in the lab, Ford could hear Stanley groaning loudly about some ‘unknown error message’. He continued to monitor and take note of the atoms under his advanced microscope for a while, waiting until Stanley had further news of any postings. He wondered what his new assistant would be like, if they could have the same passion for knowledge and understanding as he does.

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A few days had passed, Ford falling into old habits quickly, holing himself up in the lab for hours upon hours. The only time he was seen over the last 48 hours was to grab more coffee from the kitchen, he caught naps in between work, falling asleep over his piles of scrap paper filled with numbers and letters. Ford had not anticipated how much mathematical reasoning was going to follow the atom cloning discovery, he was falling behind on moving forward with more discoveries on the atoms, but over hundreds of miniscule details that needed solving kept him at the desk. Stan walked down on the 49th hour of Ford’s lock down in the basement, opening the door noisily and making as much noise as possible on the way down to let him know he was on the way. Ford was scribbling away on the nth page of scrap work, crossing out failed attempts of solving equations as Stan broached the lab floor.

Stan awkwardly cleared his throat at Ford when he didn’t turn around, even though Stanley was sure to have made enough noise on the way down. Ford turned his head over his shoulder, his body seeming to not want to move from the space it had cramped into. He raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner, as if asking ‘What? Im busy’. Stan gave a huff of annoyance before starting,

“I have about 3 applications that I thought were worth looking over, most of the idiots who applied didn’t even have math degrees. All they see in the listing is free housing and they flock like birds trying to claw their way in” he said with a slight chuckle. He strided over to Ford’s desk, as Ford leaned back finally interested in what Stan was saying. He took the papers from Stanley and began to look over them. He began thumbing through the few resumes, looking over each one carefully noting that all three people had at least some qualifications in mathematics. He looked up to Stan and gave him a tight smile.

“I appreciate you getting these for me, I’ll reach out to the ones I feel are qualified.” A beat passed between them, Ford paused for a second wondering if he should just return to work at this point or if Stanley had something else since he hasn't made any move to leave.

“I think the one on the bottom will be the best fit.” Stan said with a certain look in his face that Ford couldn’t place, as he turned to leave. Ford looked at him as he walked towards the stairs with a questioning look on his face, wondering what could have led his brother to place a preference on one of these resumes even though he didn't know what applied mathematics was. As Stan trudged up the stairs Ford called to his brother,

“I'll be sure to look at that one, thank you Stanley.” Which made Stanley pause and turn to look at Ford, a distant smile on his face as he nodded and continued up the stairs. Ford turned back to his desk and pulled the resume on the bottom up to the top, the header in nice bold letters a fine print used, he noted.

Y/N YL/N

He also took note that this was the only two-page resume offered to him, with the education list taking up most of the room. Several universities/schools were listed and his eyes read over the names and degrees that followed. He read all the way to the bottom where it listed your highschool with graduation dated in 1999. He noted this person was in their early 30’s with several bachelors degrees in several sciences, two master’s degrees in statistics and biology, and of course a Ph.D in applied mathematics. The latest graduation listed was University of Oregon masters program in statistics for April, which he noted it was now early May noting it would be fresh on the mind. He moved your resume to the back of the small stack, looking over the first two he skipped over, and honestly he wished he saved yours for last. The first two were jokes compared to the advanced knowledge you listed, he set the first aside after noting that the education list was no longer than a paragraph, and the second resume didn’t take long to set aside either as his eyes raked in the many spelling errors.

He read over your resume again looking for a way to contact you to set up the interview. He noted the phone number and email in the corner of the first page, and made to move upstairs to the kitchen phone. As he stood up however, his muscles almost molded into place from sitting at the desk, stopped him from moving further. He groaned as he began to stretch himself out, thinking about how he couldnt wait to stop looking at math problems for hours on end.

Heading back upstairs he reached the phone and quickly gazed at the microwave clock, 3:49 pm. He was glad it wasn’t later than five, as he picked up the corded receiver and began to punch in the numbers. The phone rang a few times before your voice fluttered over the phone, “Hello?”. Ford cleared his throat awkwardly, “Hello! Yes, is this Y/N YL/N? Oh it is, great, this is Stanford Pines calling about a job posting for the assistant position. I was hoping to set up an interview to discuss further details of the position.”

“I was just wondering if I would hear back from this offer,” the light voice on the other end laughed a pleasant laugh a little before continuing, “I’d love to join you for an interview regarding the position, I’m free anytime, anywhere this coming week and the next.”.

Ford offered a time for tomorrow at the local diner, which he provided the address to. The voice on the phone wished Ford a great rest of his night and that they would see him tomorrow. Ford wished them the normal pleasantries he hated to conduct while making mundane phone calls such as these. He was slightly relieved to find you weren’t completely strange, at least right off the bat. When he hung the phone back on the hanger, Stan suddenly spoke, causing Ford to jump from the lack of warning.

“So did you end up going with the one I said?” Stan looked smug as Ford met his gaze, knowing damn well he scared Ford on purpose. Ford rolled his eyes after he settled after the slight scare,

“Unsurprisingly, as you could probably assume. You shouldn’t have even bothered with the other two. One only had a few community college classes under their belt.” Ford turned to make more coffee, he figured he would stretch his legs now as he was planning on working on some more equations before the meeting tomorrow. Stan gave a hearty laugh, “She’s also quite the looker, surprised me when I was pulling resumes”. Ford gave his brother a look as he asked, “Can’t you make your picture anything you want online?”. He remembers when they got the computer last time the kids were here, Dipper had shown him how he had his profile for online DD&MD. He absolutely didn’t understand it, but Dipper assured him this summer he would teach him. Which would benefit him from not having to pay Stanley anytime he needed something done the modern way (this was not often).

“Yeah but this was on a college website, everyone has their picture I think. It looks all like student ID’s… Oh don’t look at me like that! I looked at all of their profile pictures. She just happened to have the best looking picture.” Stan finished with a shrug and a laugh. Ford had looked at him like he was crazy for looking through all the people who applied profile pictures before feeling the need to ask, “You did give me recommendations on experience, not looks correct?”.

Stan shook his head, “I know you would kill me if I passed on a math nerd over an actual good looking girl” he laughed, turning “I'm going to head out gotta meet some people, don’t wait up for me.” Stan said as he was walking out the door, grabbing the keys as he slammed the door. Ford shook his head and decided to take his brother's word for it, his mind replaying what his twin mentioned, “quite the looker” as if that could have any effect on anything. Ford thought he didn't care much at all for how a person appeared as long as they could solve these problems that's all that mattered, and maybe that they were decently pleasant to work with. He couldnt help but reflect back to the phone call, your light and airy voice filling his ear with pleasant sound, at least you didnt have a horrible voice and he could probably get used to hearing that voice more often, he thought. Ford filled his cup with coffee and headed back downstairs not giving the interview tomorrow much more thought than your voice on the phone.

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A/N: Yay I did it!!! yeah so what if its a nothing sandwich?? Didnt i literally say that before hand.. hope you enjoyed if ya read! <3