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THIS IS AMAZING

Please I BEG of you, please write a Andrew Clark fic— like idc what the prompt is I just need a fic of my man🙏🙏🙏

I gotchu hun. I hope this satisfies <3

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Andrew Clark x Reader

I went in the direction of athletics because that's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of him. In this, reader gets injured during their sport, tennis, and of course, Andrew is right on it, making sure they recover well, and can prevent any injury from happening again. This recently happened to me minus the Andrew Clark part, obv, unfortunately :(

tw: slight swearing, injury

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One more point, and the game is yours. Winning is more than an action, for you, it's like an emotion. When you win, a rush of feeling overcomes you. It says all the work you've put into practicing, and working your ass off in the game, has come to its conclusion. That it was all worth it in the end to be able to hear the eruption of cheers in the stands, and to run into Andrew's arms in celebration.

He was always at your games, always supporting you through highs and lows. Even when you would protest that "the match is too far away," or, "it's going to run really late, your dad won't like that", he just cocks his head at you in mock disapproval and says, "I wouldn't miss one of your matches for the world." And he doesn't. You're so proud of how independent he's become since you met him. You know his dad is always giving him trouble, but the fact that he feels certain and confident enough now to express his opinions makes you love him more and more.

Your heart swells at the thought of him, but you know you have to refocus. This serve determines everything. If you can catch your opponent off guard with a strong serve, even an ace, this point can be yours.

You bounce the ball on the court one, two, three times - your routine for serving. With a breath out, you fling the ball high into the air. The ball blocks the sunlight for a second, your racquet is raised, twist, hit and "Shit!" you cry out.

You're on the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your leg. Dammit. You squeeze your eyes shut willing the pain away.

Andy is the first to reach you - you know by his touch on your back and the sound of his gentle voice asking 'what happened?'

There's a throbbing pain centered around your knee, and all you can do is clutch it. You were so close, and now you have to forfeit if you can't pull through this injury. You rest your head on your hands covering your knee, curling more and more into a ball. A murmur rises, and Andrew throws his letterman jacket over your shoulders to hide you away from the increasing attention. He kneels in front of you, blue eyes wide and brilliant.

"Honey, I'm going to need you to put your arm around my shoulder okay? We're going to try to get up."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," You feel guilt at brushing him away, knowing he only ever wants to help you - it's evident in the way he always has an arm slung across your shoulders, and stays by your side - but right now, you really need him not to see through you.

He starts fiddling with his hoodie string, knowing damn well you weren't 'fine'. You take this as a chance to try and push off the ground, but you wince at the action, and he catches you gently as you fall back to the ground.

"Hey, I know you won't like this, but I really think you need to stop. You need to prioritize your health over this," he gestures around to the courts. "You're more important than winning one game, okay?"

The stubbornness in you wants to resist, but ultimately, you know he's right. You slowly start to nod your head, before admitting, "Okay"

You let him carefully ease you upright, and you grit your teeth as more pain spikes in your leg. You can't put too much pressure on it, so you lean into Andrew more.

"Yeah, that's alright. Use me as your crutch, okay?" He says, leading you away to a more secluded corner where he can examine your injury.

You prop your leg out in front of you once you've settled onto the ground, and explain to him why it hurts and where. He gently presses his fingertips around, trying to figure the best way to treat this and what it is. He's not a doctor, but he's had his share of injuries and knows his way around them for the most part.

You can't help but admire the way his face is set in concentration. He cares so much, and you know he's worried about you. You brush his blond hair back and he looks up from his work to smile at you, a faint blush on his cheeks. He glances back down briefly in order to set your leg in a comfortable position before telling you his next steps.

"I think I'm going to run to the general store a block away, it will take fifteen minutes max. Will you be alright?"

"I think I can handle myself for that long," you quirk a smile.

"Not that I doubted you," he gives you a quick kiss before jumping up and jogging away.

You wait patiently thinking about what could have been if you had just been more careful. You sit there for maybe ten minutes trying to ignore the throb in your knee when suddenly he's back by your side.

"Geez, Andrew, did you teleport?"

"Oh, well, I just wanted to be quick," he starts stuttering, "for you, you know."

You laugh at the overwhelming amount of plastic bags on his arms, full of bandages and things you don't even know the names of.

"What, you laughing at me?" He smiles down at you, dropping the bags on the ground. "Can you blame a guy for caring?"

You shake your head, "I guess not."

He takes supplies out of the bags and begins to wrap your leg. He works in silence, occasionally asking if he's hurting you, to which you shake your head no. Eventually he's done, and you come out of the situation with bandages around your knee cap and a couple of pain pills to swallow. He helps you to your feet, letting you rest some of your weight into him.

"You should go into sports medicine or something"

He shrugs. "Nah, I only like taking care of you," he says flashing a smile. You smile weakly back, mind still wandering to your match that you left behind. You didn't even formally leave your opponent...

"You know," he begins, "you can't blame yourself for what happened out there. Injury happens. It's part of being an athlete. To me, it shows how hard you're working. Maybe this is just your body saying, hey, I need a break."

You nod, knowing he's right, yet again. "Thank you, I don't know if I said that yet."

"Anything for you."

For weeks after, Andrew regularly checks on you, making sure you're staying off your leg and icing it. He even made a check list of dos and don'ts, for example, 'Do spend time with your boyfriend, Don't hesitate to call me'

Your knee healed in no time at all, thanks to him, and you were back on the courts soon enough. The next match came around, and as he cheered for your points, you couldn't help but wonder how lucky you could be to have somebody so caring as Andrew Clark in your life.

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This man looks delicious I want to eat him 💔

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THIS IS THE BEST ANIMATION MEME IVE SEEN SINCE 2016

Uh…guess what character Emilio play in the video(level: IMPOSSIBLE)

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The Breakfast Club 1985 - 2025

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The Breakfast Club, but they’re just a bunch of bitches that judge everyone else but eachother

The Breakfast Club being jackasses Headcanons

John Bender

Picks on rich assholes the most but we all knew that

Insults are the most personal and brutal

Will just stare to make people feel stupid

Just this stare of astonishment and a little bit of disgust

You know that look he had when Claire brought her sushi?

Yeah basically that

Claire Standish

If your fit is horrendous she is 100% judging

Dramatic with it

Putting her hand on her chest, scoffing, gagging, looking around to see if everyone is seeing this shit

Snide with her insults

Andrew Clark

Sneers in pure disgust

The FIRST one to talk shit when he sees someone with a bad haircut

Rolls his eyes a lot when people he doesn’t like walk by

Insults are as endless as his stomach

Allison Reynolds

Laughs when people walk by

Like she’ll look you up and down then start snickering into her sleeve

Her insults are the most cut throat because she’ll be quiet for a while then say some brutal shit

Will NOT look away if she’s caught staring

In fact she’ll just stare harder

Brian Johnson

Doesn’t like being a total dick but if he doesn’t like the target he will be

Gives people “Wtf?” Looks

Rolls his eyes as if to say “get a load of this guy”

King of comparison insults

jus imagine these losers standing at the lockers and judging whoever walks by

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I made so many Mighty Ducks memes, posted them, went to bed and immediately thought of this.

Damn it.

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Hes my pretty princess guys @minor-dot-inconvenience @shiberamune @twobitsbf4life @emilio-estevez-love @emilioenthusiast @kaylalarusso

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yall i think ive lost the plot

There is, a billion different things i could be doing with my time and I chose this

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BILLY THE KID MENTIONEDDDDD

DocBilly + Chavez reaction

I'm on that young guns agenda rn please excuse me

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ANDREW X BENDER CANON??????

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random andrew clark headcanon

Andrew is a very curious person. When something interests him he gets really, really close. Like a dog when they meet someone new. Like Brian will be yapping about something to Andy and Andy will just be looking at him like:

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FREE EMILIO DUMP SINCE TIKTOK IS BANNED😔😔😔😔 MY ACCOUNT ON TIKTOK WAS dreamy_idk123

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I JUST HAD TO POINT IT OUT😭😭

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Guys idk what to post

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HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYS!!