#but I mean no professional would leave all their stuff outside so

[softquietsteadylove]

Kindly gonna ask you to let Boxer Gil have a photoshoot. Make it sexy. Thena will like it 😏

"Night," Sersi waved on her way out of the studio.

Thena waved to her assistant teacher as well. On most nights, she would stay behind to practice by herself, perhaps rehearse old routines or choreography she had developed and wanted to perfect. But tonight, she had something else in mind.

Gil had told her that some sports magazine was going to interview him for the upcoming match he and Ikaris were having for charity. She knew that he was quite a star from their days in the pro circuit, not that he liked to talk about it.

He had downplayed it quite a bit, claiming he would just be embarrassed if she was there to see it, but if she saw a bunch of strangers loitering around his studio across the hall, they were there for publicity reasons.

And she couldn't resist trying to get a peek.

The dance studio glass was frosted from the bottom up. It was far too laborious and expensive to frost them all, but they required some sense of privacy for their rehearsals. Gil could just peek in over the top.

His studio glass was also clear, but he'd had a huge stripe painted on to obscure most of went on inside. It did the job of course, and it also left some space at the very top where one could peek in. She wasn't tall enough by natural means, but there were a few chairs outside on which the photography crew could rest.

Thena darted out of her studio and crossed the hall in one leap. She could see the glow of the lights and see the flashes of the cameras from outside. It had never been in her nature before to spy on something. But she just wanted to see a little bit of Gil actually showing off for once. He would never have to know.

On the chair and even on her toes, she could just barely peek into the studio. Her eyes barely cleared the top of the stripe and she had to press her face to the glass. But she could see part of the benches Gil had, and the furthest corner of the ring.

Gil was leaning against the ropes. His shirt was off but his gloves were on. They had definitely shaved him, because not even the little trail of dark hair under his bellybutton remained. She had seen that once or twice.

Gil leaned off the ropes. He was taking direction of some sort. She had to admit, he didn't look particularly happy about it, either. He got into position, threw a punch or two. She had watched him practice a little, but she'd never been able to see him really swing with everything in him.

The muscles in his chest and back contracted with his breathing. They bounced and jiggled. He rolled his eyes as someone with a spray bottle came over and sprayed his chest. She leaned closer to see if some camera assistant was going to rub it in.

Thena yelped as the chair slipped from her standing on the very edge of it. It was just barely, but managed not to fall and crash directly into the window from her nonsense. What was she doing?--spying on a man she had only been seeing for a few weeks?

"Thena?"

Gil really was oiled up. She wasn't sure why he felt so embarrassed by that. She reluctantly turned to him, humiliation making the tips of her ears burn. "Sorry."

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he closed the door to the studio behind him. He tilted his head, taking in the photography gear now on the floor and her, still in her leotard and skirt, caught red handed.

She cleared her throat, wringing her hands in front of her. "I-I know you told me not to attend. But I suppose...I couldn't help my curiosity."

Gil chuckled, which wasn't helping her feel less mortified. "Hey, it's okay. I just feel kinda dumb when they rub baby oil all over me and tell me to 'pretend' I'm boxing for the camera."

She frowned, and he reacted immediately, wondering what he'd said wrong. But she had to ask, "who rubs baby oil all over you?"

"What?"

"You said 'they rub baby oil' all over you--who is 'they'?" she asked, crossing her arms. It was defensive; she was lashing out at something else to deflect things away from her. But also, if he was going to get rubbed down by some young, flirty intern-

Gil laughed from the belly this time (the belly that was still on full display). She didn't feel any better about it. "Sorry, I meant it as a figure of speech. They spray me down, I oil myself up."

Thena pursed her lips. "So, if I hadn't kept watching I wouldn't have seen the pretty blonde with the spray bottle rub oil all over your chest?"

Gil shook his head. He stepped closer, although considering he was lathered up, he couldn't exactly hold her. But he leaned in so he could whisper, "the only pretty blonde I have any interest in is right here."

Thena looked down at the edge of her skirt fluttering between them, truly and deeply embarrassed not only by her jealousy but also having been caught in the most undignified way possible for it. And of course Gil's response was just to flirt with her.

"Uh, Gil?--what's the problem out here?" a man poked his head out of the studio door. He eyed her, "fan girl?"

She was quite ready to spit nails at him but Gil put his hand on her arm. "This is my girlfriend, from across the hall. Just give us a second."

"Okay, but we're on a schedule, man--chop chop," he muttered before leaving them to the hallway.

Thena inhaled as Gil turned back to her again. Her heart was still in her ears, and she wasn't sure if her skin was going to cool down unless she went outside and stuck her head in the snow. Gil could obviously read her fluster off her, too. He had on that grin he got whenever he brought coffee to her in the morning. "Boyfriend?"

He pressed his lips to her temple. "Well, your goslings call me that, don't they?"

Yes, and she was constantly, desperately trying to discourage them from it. "I did tell them not to, for what it's worth."

"Don't," Gil smiled as he moved to kiss her lips. "It's cute. And they're right, aren't they?"

She held back that she had never had someone she would actually call a 'boyfriend' before. She wasn't sure when to bring it up or what qualified one. She leaned in for one more peck instead. "I suppose."

"Hey, why don't you come in?" Gil grinned, nodding his head towards the studio with her hand in his. "You've already seen me, so I guess it's not as embarrassing. And when I'm done we can grab some dinner?"

Her eyes drifted down to his chest, still shaved and bare and oiled up and bouncy. But she forced herself to smile with at least some dignity and nod. "That sounds lovely."

Gil held her hand as he opened the studio door again. "Hey, we're almost done, right?"

A mess of answers from the various people inside jumbled together. They all seemed to be different answers, at that. But Gil guided her to sit on the ringside bench while he climbed back up into the ring with the photographer.

Thena looked around, taking in the environment. She had been inside Gil's studio before, but it seemed cramped with the amount of people working on this. She turned her head as the young, pretty blonde smiled and waved at her. She did not need the reminder of her petty insecurities.

"Okay, okay, give us a couple really good action shots and I think we'll be good to go!"

"Fine," Gil drawled, rolling his eyes. Thena held back a laugh, he sounded just like her teenage students when it was time for drills.

But Gil got into position again. Now in the room, it was easier to see how the lights created more shadows, how his skin bent around his ribs and his flanks, how the meat of his muscles met the angles of his bones. She could even see scars he'd told her about from old fights, or the surgeries needed after them, specifically.

Gil threw a few punches, seeming more willing than he was before. A few hairs drifted onto his forehead but they added to the effect. He swing wide, made a few jabs, even swerved and swayed.

He was a thing of beauty, like a sculpture come to life for a precious few moments. Thena watched him the way she looked at statues in a museum--reverently. He twisted for one and she caught the angle of his hip, the edge of his underarmour contrasting the waist of his shiny shorts.

"You're a lucky lady."

It wasn't the pretty blonde with the curly ponytail, but she still pursed her lips at the lighting assistant commenting on her boyfriend, "I'm aware."

"Okay, great work, pal, I think we've got it," the man from earlier commented as he leaned over the camera. "We'll be in touch, and we'll see you at the match, yeah?"

"Sure," Gil shrugged, utterly uninterested in it. He came out of the ring on the other side, dragging himself down the stairs. "Can I get a towel, please?"

Yet another young intern threw one his way, which he immediately used to try and de-grease himself on his way over to her. His smile was sheepish again, like the one he'd had when they first started exchanging waves and smiles from across the halls in silence.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked him with a smile of her own. He sat next to her heavily, just as worn out from the attention as his daily classes.

He shrugged, wiping at himself aggressively. "I guess not, just always feels kind of dumb when they get me up there playing pretend, y'know?"

She nodded, whether she really knew what he meant or not. She did take the towel from him to rub his back down for him. "I think you'll need a good shower to get this off."

He huffed, and his back muscles gave her quite a show as he did. "This is why I hate these shoots. There's no need for me to be greased up like a piece of pork belly."

He had much more muscle on him than a piece of pork belly. Thena pressed her lips together to contain her amusement. "Is this your way of saying you want Korean barbecue for dinner?"

He half turned to her, eyes sparkling. "Well, if you'd be up for it...?"

She had to admit, it was delicious on their first date. She didn't indulge in heavier foods like red meat often, but for Gil, she could bear with it. "You go and shower, I'll call and reserve a table."

Gil twisted around the other way, nearly slipping off the bench in his glee. He kissed her cheek on his way up and towards the showers. "You're the best, Gorgeous."

Thena felt that familiar warmth fluttering its way all through her system, leaving her to smooth down her skirt. The crew was bustling around her to pack up and get out of Gil's space. She also would have to change and get her things from her own studio.

But she pulled out her phone, dialing the place since she'd saved their number after their first date there. Just in case (Gil didn't need to know). "Hello? Yes, I'd like to book a table if I could. For two...my, um, boyfriend and I."

[verycoolusername1]

Maybe It Was Fate

Summary: During the 'hughesbowl' as fans may call it, you are caught in a trance that is Quinn Hughes... unaware that he is your coworkers' oldest brother.

Quinn Hughes x photographer!reader

A/N: I was debating whether to make this nico or quinn as the love interest and Quinn won in the end(nico does have a cameo however)- This was also supposed to be posted the day of the hughesbowl, but stuff came up so here it is now!!

AND I'M CHANGING THE SCORE IN THIS BECAUSE WHATEVER HAPPENED ON OCTOBER 30TH, 2024 DID NOT HAPPEN WHATSOEVER

It's a shock to you that you work with professional athletes, considering you hated sports as a kid. Even now, you still don't know what's going on in hockey. With the players too fast around you, it's hard to keep your eye on one player.

It was the 3rd period, the score being 5-3, the Canucks slowly but surely catching up.

You held your camera in hand, watching the big screen to keep focus... that was until someone catched your eye. You couldn't see his last name, only his face and man was he pretty.

He had green eyes flickered like sunlight within the leaves as he looked up. You could run your hand through his brown locks for days if given the chance.

You shook your head, he was most likely a player on and off the ice. You knew that without a doubt, knowing all about Jack's relationship with women(due to being best friends) but you couldn't help but wonder, would it be different with him?

The fans becoming louder as the game came to a close, the devils capturing the win. You snapped your camera a couple of times towards the devils and secretly took more of the mystery man.

You turned your camera off and it held loosely around your neck as you waited outside the locker room, waiting for Jack to take you home.

You had your back towards the door as you flickered through the photos that you took, your cheeks heating up when you saw the man again. He has a 43 just like Luke but you didn't think anything of it, players share the same numbers all the time. It was just a mere coincidence, right?

"You got all my good sides right?" Jack asked, you quickly turned the camera off.

"Jesus Jack, warn me next time gosh." You hit him on the shoulder.

He only shrugged in response. "Can't really text in the locker room."

You rolled your eyes. "You're actually an idiot."

"Only act like it to make you look smart." He muttered under his breath.

"And what are you two arguing about now?" Luke approached the two of you.

"They called me an idiot!" Jack exclaimed.

"They must have been reasonable to do so." Nico chuckled as he walked past you three. "Don't kill eachother please!"

"Make no promises cap!" You snapped a photo as he looked back at you with a smile.

"Oh Y/N! We want you to meet someone." Luke began to drag your arm in the other direction.

"And before you groan out a half assed reply, I think you'll really like him." Jack added.

You were now beginning to regret telling Jack that you wished you could put yourself out there again considering you haven't been on a date in two months due to your conflicting schedule.

"Do you two know him or-" You looked between the two of them.

"Oh yeah we do." Jack answered. "Very well."

"What does that even mean?" You narrowed your eyes at him, Jack chuckles in reply.

"Trust me, you'll like him." Luke eased your worries.

You finally stopped and Luke dropped your hand as you realized.

"He plays for the canucks? They just lost tonight. I'm sure the last thing he would want to do is go on a date with someone that works for the devils." You explained.

"Well he likes us and we play for the devils sooooooooo you'll brighten up his mood. Ha get it cause you're a photographer and the camera flashes." Jack stopped explaining the joke when he was met with your stern face.

Luke cleared his throat. "There he is now."

You snapped your eyes to the door and realized that was the man that took your breath away moments before just as he is doing now.

"Y/N this is Quinn, our brother. Quinn this is Y/N, the person we've been telling you about." Jack introduced the two of you.

"Brother? He's your brother?!? You guys never told me you had a brother!" You made a mental note to swear at Jack later, with no audience.

"Oops?" Luke giggled. "See Quinn, look they're a photographer. Show them some photos you took tonight." He encouraged.

You quickly shook your head. "No I couldn't possibly do that, I-I mean I still have to edit them and wait..." You looked down to your neck strap and saw that your camera was gone and in Jack's hands.

All three hughes brothers looking at the photos.

"Wait no!" You exclaimed but it was already too late you assumed, Jack was looking at you with a knowing look while Luke and Quinn were shocked.

"How come he gets all his good angles and I don't even one photo?" Luke asked you, in a mocking tone.

"I was distracted," You looked away, embarrassed.

"Yeah because you were too busy looking at our brother." Jack remarked, jokingly.

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't know he was your guys brother."

"I think these look nice, thank you." Quinn finally spoke, looking you in the eyes.

"Oh um you welcome. It's nothing really, it's just kind of my job." You shrugged.

"Then you most definitely picked the right career choice." He smiled softly at you.

Jack and Luke were nowhere to be seen, seemly left the two of you alone for a while.

Your face flushed at his words, he held the camera in his hands handing it out for you.

"You're gonna need this to edit all those photos of me." He joked.

"And I'm gonna need your number to send you all those photos." You held the camera and its neck strap, putting it in your bag.

"Well that was bold, Y/N." He chuckled not nonetheless gave you his phone so you can type out your number, he sent you a quick text.

"It was nice meeting you Quinn, it's getting late. I would head home but Jack seemed to have disappeared." You looked around.

"I can take you home." He offered. "He obviously went to the bar with the team."

You looked up at him and smiled. "I would like that."

[the-lying-heavens]

"Pick One Moment"

[Spencer Reid x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: A rough case in Dayton, Ohio brings unexpected emotions to the surface for you, forcing you to confront feelings you'd been hiding for years—feelings for Spencer Reid.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, moment of awkwardness

Word Count: 2.0k words

A/N: just based on the lyric 'And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you...I love you' from the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra because it's been stuck in my head. I've been planning to write Spence for a while but I've been intimidated.

Staying professional in Dayton, Ohio proved to be a challenge.

It had been a rough case, but what case wasn't, right? Just have to wrap this one up and you can go back to your house and dog.

Okay, fine, this wasn't like most cases at all, not to you anyway. This one had hit particularly close to home. And you didn't like that one bit.

This made you more short-tempered than usual, even snapping at a witness. After a lengthy lecture from Hotch, I mean from the look on his face you would think you had insulted him, he had 'benched' you by having you go through old files that might be related to the UnSub.

Hey, at least you got to do it with Spencer.

After working with him for so many years, you grew quite fond of him. Too fond maybe.

You stared at him going through files with a speed that should not have been human. 20,000 words at a minute, and you thought you were a fast reader.

"Got anything yet, Boy Genius?" you asked, flipping the page of your own file.

He looked up at you. God those eyes...

"No. This one isn't even related to it." he dropped the file on the table.

"Didn't you read the entire thing?"

"Yes," he replied, "It was interesting."

"You find everything interesting."

"Not true," he protested.

You rubbed your eyes, sighing. "Sure, Spence."

He tilted his head at you, a look of concern on his face. Adorable.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

You considered lying, you had been doing that the entire time you had arrived in Dayton after all, but decided against it. "Not really."

"Is it about your family? I thought this case might bring up some bad memories."

You couldn't help but smile at how quickly he had gotten it. "Yeah, something like that."

"Can I help?"

"Can you make memories go poof?"

He actually seemed to ponder it. "No. I'm not sure why you would want to."

"You never wish that you could just forget the bad stuff?" You knew what he had been through, you had seen quite a bit of it.

His brows furrowed. "I don't like the idea of forgetting anything. I mean, Mom forgets enough so I remember for her too."

You realized your mistake and winced. "Spence... God, sorry."

"It's okay," he reassured you. "You're remembering a dark time in your life, it can be overwhelming. Also explains you snapping at the witness, with your nerves on edge."

"Yeah?" You grinned. "It was going to be Morgan but the asshole left before I could. So collateral damage."

He laughed. "He's outside if you want to insult him now. I don't want to be collateral damage too."

"You? Never."

"Never?"

"Never," you repeated.

Oh, how you loved his lopsided grins. "Thank you."

"Always." If you could pick one moment to live in forever, it probably would've been that one.

Minus JJ coming through the door right then. "We got something."

You wanted to throw a file at her. Instead, you get up with a heavy sigh. The sooner you get this done the better, you had to remember that.

~~~

The BAU was heading back to Washington tomorrow, so you could leave this far far behind. Finally. This case taking up two weeks of your life was enough.

You sat at a cafe next to the hotel where you were staying. It was a cozy little place with a mostly brown interior and warm lighting. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air.

You sipped your drink, feeling the cup's warmth in your hands. You had been coming here for the past few days and you had to admit, you would miss this place.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked someone you recognized, glancing around the room before spotting you. With a smile, Spencer made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

You smiled back, gesturing to the seat. "Not at all."

He sat down and looked around. "So this is where you disappear to?"

You hummed in confirmation. "it's a nice place to think."

He stared at you for a while before nodding thoughtfully.

"What?" you sipped your coffee.

"Just... Are you feeling better?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, UnSubs behind bars. What more could I want?"

"Closure," he replied quietly.

You pressed your lips together tightly. "It's fine Spence. I'm alright with it."

"I don't think you are."

"Spencer," you said, a hint of warning in your voice, "You want to help, I get it. But not with this. Okay?"

It was an unspoken thing, the way Spencer always seemed to know when you needed space and when you needed someone to push just a little. He respected your boundaries, but there were moments—like this one—when his concern slipped through the cracks.

He sat across from you in that quiet cafe, watching you. You couldn’t tell if he was waiting for you to speak or if he was just giving you the time to process, as he always did.

It had been a rough case, yes, but that wasn’t why you were still here, staring into your coffee like it held all the answers.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his. He was still staring at you, quietly, as if he could see past your walls.

"Spence," you said, your voice quieter than you intended, "I’m fine. Really."

He didn’t respond immediately. His hand rested on the edge of the table, and you could see him fiddling with his fingers. That subtle nervousness he only ever seemed to show when he wasn’t sure what to say, but he knew he needed to say something.

"I don't believe you," he murmured, his voice soft but insistent. “I’ve seen you too many times to believe that everything’s okay, especially when it’s not. You’ve been holding it in, and I know that—"

"Spencer—" you started, but you were too late. He was already talking over you, his voice getting faster.

"Please. I just want to make sure you're alright, okay?" He sighed, his eyes briefly darting away before looking back at you. “I just... I care about you."

Everything felt very... loud. Too loud.

He looked at you expectantly, almost uncertain. Maybe, just maybe, he was waiting for you to make the first move.

You cleared your throat. God, you really hated moments like this, when everything inside you seemed to tremble at the prospect of just being honest.

His hand shifted on the table, and before you could stop it, you had reached out to touch his fingers. It was the smallest of gestures—barely noticeable—but it was enough.

For a long moment, you simply looked at each other, the conversation hanging in the air. There was so much unspoken between you, so much left unsaid. Maybe that was the problem.

Before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out of you, quicker than you could catch them. "I love you."

Spencer's face went completely still, his eyes wide as he processed your confession.

You had not meant to say that. You didn’t. It was an accident. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to put that kind of pressure on this, on him, on whatever this was.

But the words had slipped out anyway. You stared at him, feeling the heat rise in your face, hoping the ground would swallow you up.

"Sorry-God, I'm sorry," you quickly got up and rushed out of the cafe.

He just sits there. Frozen.

If you could pick one moment to rewind, it would be this one.

Oh, you fucked up big time.

~~~

You had never been more ready to get home, but unfortunately, there was an hour and thirty minutes on the private plane. With him.

Usually, you would spend an entire flight, after a case well done, talking to Spence. But after yesterday? But not this time. Maybe not ever.

You could feel Spencer’s presence beside you, but he was quiet. So quiet. Not the usual playful banter, no sudden bursts of random trivia or observations. It was almost like he was giving you space... or maybe he was just too uncomfortable to say anything.

Your eyes flickered to him once, twice, each time hoping for some indication of what he was thinking. He was staring out the window, a far-off look in his eyes, his fingers curled loosely around a book in his lap. For a moment, you almost felt the pull to apologize again, but the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel obligated to comfort you. You had put your foot in it already. Now, it was time to ride this out and pray it didn't become permanently awkward.

But Spencer, as always, was unpredictable.

"You don’t have to apologize," he said, his voice quiet, but it still carried across the cabin, cutting through the engine's hum.

You stiffened, eyes fixed on your lap. Had you been that obvious?

"I wasn’t going to," you said, a little too defensively.

He didn’t respond right away. You could feel him looking at you, the weight of his gaze making you want to curl into yourself.

“You know I care about you, right?” He said it so gently, like he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it.

You felt your chest tighten. Care about you. Those words. He was still speaking, still looking at you, but it was hard to focus on his words because everything was spinning around that one sentence.

"I do," you replied. You had to stop yourself from saying more—there was more you wanted to say, needed to say—but you couldn’t. Not yet. Not until you figured out where your head was at, where you both were at.

Spencer shifted in his seat. He didn’t look hurt, but there was something in the way he held himself. Maybe he was just holding back, afraid to push too hard, afraid of what that push might break.

You finally took a breath and turned to face him. He was still watching you, his expression a mix of concern and... something else. It was the something else that had you questioning everything.

"You don’t have to say anything," you added quickly, "I just...said something stupid. I didn’t mean to make things weird."

Spencer didn’t break his gaze, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Not his usual goofy grin, but something softer. More real. Something... intimate.

"It’s not weird," he said, his voice still quiet, "You’re not the only one who gets nervous around here, you know."

You blinked at him, genuinely confused. "What do you mean?"

His smile flickered, a small laugh escaping him before he adjusted his posture and leaned back in his seat. He seemed less tense, more at ease, "I’m just saying... I’ve had my own share of... feelings. I just didn’t know how to... deal with them."

Your breath caught in your throat. Spencer had feelings? For you?

The question hovered between you like an unspoken truth, but it seemed too risky to ask outright. Instead, you glanced down at your hands, the heat rising in your face.

And then, finally, you said something else, the words coming out quieter than you intended: "Do you think... we can just... forget it happened?"

You almost expected him to shrug it off, to offer a playful remark about how awkward it was or how maybe you'd both laugh about it someday. But he didn’t do that.

"No," he said softly. "I think maybe... we should talk about it. When we’re ready."

Your heart fluttered. Was this... was this him telling you he was ready? That maybe he wanted to figure it out too? Or was this Spencer, as usual, just giving you a window to process everything at your own pace?

You weren’t sure. You weren’t sure of anything. But you couldn’t deny the weight of his words, the connection that had always been there and that seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together.

"I’m not great at talking about feelings," you admitted, looking over at him sheepishly.

Spencer chuckled softly, a breath of amusement. "Yeah, I’ve noticed."

You gave him a sidelong glance, your lips twitching into a reluctant grin. “Smartass.”

"Hey, you started it," he teased, finally breaking the tension just a little. "And I’ll finish it. But not right now. I think... we both need time to think."

You nodded slowly. He was right. You both needed time. The last thing either of you needed was to make rash decisions while emotions were still running high.

"You’re not mad?" You asked it before you could stop yourself, the doubt creeping in.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Spencer’s face was open and sincere.

"I don’t know. I just..." You didn’t finish your sentence. What was there to say? How could you explain the mess of emotions you were still trying to sort out?

He reached out across the seat, almost as if he was testing the waters, and placed a hand gently on yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a spark of warmth through you.

"I’m not mad," he said again, more firmly this time. "Not for that."

You were both quiet for the rest of the flight, but the silence between you felt different—more like an understanding, like a promise that when the time was right, you’d figure it out together.

It wasn't the one moment you would pick to stay in forever, but it was a moment you didn't mind being in for the rest of the flight.

[alotofpockets]

In the blink of an eye | Leah Williamson x Lioness!Reader

Where Leah gets injured during a match

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.2k

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“Baby, have you seen my new shin guards?” You had gotten some new personalised ones that you were hoping to wear on the first match back playing for your country. Only you couldn’t for the life of you remember where you had put them.

Misplacing things was a habit you had been trying to get rid of for years, but then Leah came into your life. Leah always magically knew where everything was. When you figured out her special skill of locating whatever you needed within seconds, you gave up on fighting your habit.

Instead of tearing up the hotel room to find them, Leah returned within a five seconds with your shin guards held up. “You mean these?” A smirk played on her lips, knowing that you would always be impressed with her finding your stuff. “You’re a lifesaver. Where were they?” 

“You asked me to put them in my bag, so you wouldn’t lose them, remember?” You chuckle, “Does it look like I did?” Leah laughs with you, “Nope.” You take the shin guards from her and place a kiss onto her lips, “What would I do without you?” She kisses you back, “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out.”

Playing for your country always made you happy, playing with the girls that had become your family over the years. The upcoming friendlies were a great way to reconnect with them and connect with the younger players joining you for their first senior camp.

Tonight was the first match, playing against Germany meant that even though it was a friendly, both teams would fight for the win like it was the Euro 2022 final all over again. You were starting on the bench tonight, while Leah led the team onto the field.

After a penalty and another goal from Gwinn within the first fifteen minutes, you watched your team fight back hard. 

Germany was on the attack again. You watched them send the ball high and Leah jumping up. The boot of one of the players caught Leah in the head and she fell down clutching her head instantly. 

The referee blew the whistle and showed an instant red as she ran over to the scene. The German player walked off in defeat, you hadn’t even seen who it was, your eyes only on Leah. The referee called over the medical team as a few of the girls gathered around Leah. You hated not knowing what was happening while she was down. 

You watched anxiously at the sidelines, watching the huddle of medical staff and your teammates surrounding Leah. Sarina joined in next to you, herself anxious to see Leah down as well. Head injuries were no joke. When you saw the medical staff gesture for the stretcher your heart sank. Sarina put her hand on your shoulder before stepping aside, needing to talk with the team which of the players that were warming up, were going to replace Leah.

Lucy ran up to you when she saw your worried face watching the staff put a neck brace on your girlfriend. “It’s a precaution. She hit her head hard, but is conscious. She’s a little foggy and she doesn’t know what happened, they have to run some tests.” You nod your head in disbelief. She gives you a quick hug before continuing her run to Sarina and the rest of the staff.

There was no way you were going to continue sitting on the bench or play in this match when your girlfriend was getting checked out for a possible head injury. So, you turned on your heels as they put Leah onto the stretcher. “Sarina, can I-” You didn’t even have to finish your sentence, “Go. Go be with her.” You thanked her and rushed into the tunnel after them. You knew it wasn’t the most professional move to leave the match, but it was Leah.

You hurriedly followed the staff walk Leah into a room. She was squinting against the bright lights, and mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. “Y/n, please wait outside while we run some tests. I promise you I’ll give you an update as soon as I can.” 

There were no chairs in the hall, so you just slid down against the wall, fearing for the worst. It felt like hours before you got an update, even though only about ten minutes had passed since the door closed behind them.

“Alright, so it looks like she has a concussion. We of course have to wait for the hospital scans to confirm it. But right now she’s pretty out of it. She’s having some trouble with her memory, so be aware of that when you go see her.” The door was open when he told you, and as soon as he finished, you walked into the dark room.

“Hey Lee.” You said softly, not wanting to hurt her. “Hey ehm you?” Your heart sank once more. She didn’t remember you? That was really bad. “I’m kidding, hi love.” 

“That’s not funny.” You said sternly, but the serious look on your face disappeared quickly, knowing that it wasn’t as bad as you thought. “Sorry love. Just dizzy, nauseous, and the biggest headache ever. I don’t know what happened, but they said I’d probably get those memories back soon.”

You walk the rest of the way to Leah’s side and reach for her hand. “You scared me, you know?” Leah offered a faint smile, as her fingers curled weakly around yours. “I guess you’ll have to remember where you put your stuff yourself for a bit now.” She murmured, wincing as she attempted to adjust her position.

You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Only you would make a joke right now." She shrugged, her gaze softening. “I’m sorry, love. And I’m sorry you’re missing the game.” You shook your head instantly. “It’s okay, nowhere I’d rather be than by your side right now.”

After a visit to the hospital, it was confirmed that Leah had a concussion. Her memory should come back in the next couple of days, which was good news, but the bad news was that the knock was quite hard, so the dizziness, nausea, and the headaches would stick around for a bit.

“I’ll leave camp and come home with you.” You were set on your decision, but Leah refused. “My mom will come pick me up, get me home, and take care of me. You will finish camp and play, I am not letting you miss more because of me.” 

It took a bit of convincing, but you eventually agreed with Leah, on the condition that her or her mom would send you constant updates on how she was doing. With that deal made, you called her mom to give her an update on her daughter, while Leah got some rest. After giving her all the information the doctors had just given you, you asked her if she could come pick Leah up and stay with her for the upcoming week. 

“Can you put her on for a second?” You look over and see that she closed her eyes, and that her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. “I think she just fell asleep, but once she’s awake, I’ll give you another call.”

You sat back down by Leah’s side, and watched the monitor carefully. The doctors said she should be fine, but still you were worried after the scare you’ve had today.

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[willowsnook]

Bruised Egos, Hidden Feelings

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Quinn hughes x enemy!reader

 I wanted it to be you

Moving to Vancouver was not in your cards for the year, but when an opportunity to move from the collegiate level to professional came along, you couldn’t really turn it down. You had been working at the University of Michigan’s athletics department for the past four years on their corporate partnerships teams, which you really enjoyed. As a former athlete at Michigan, it was a chance to stay involved with your alma mater and do good for the school. 

A couple of months ago your boss had told you that an old colleague of his, who was now the Chief Marketing Officer for the Vancouver Canucks, was looking to bring someone new to their partnership teams. It would be a new title and major pay raise, and your boss insisted you apply. Five rounds of interviews later and here you were. 

You’d found an apartment close to the facility with a great view over the water, and now all that was left to do before your first day was move all your stuff into the apartment. Your best friend Jack told you that he had a friend in Vancouver who would help carry stuff up with you, so you were waiting patiently in the lobby for the mystery man to appear. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you heard a voice swear, and you looked up to see the last person on earth you wanted to run into. 

“He said a friend, not brother,” you groaned as you stared into Quinn Hughes's eyes. He looked equally displeased to see you, so it was nice to know that nothing had changed since the last time you had seen each other. 

The last time was during the summer when Jack had invited you to the lakehouse, and you spent a weekend bickering with Quinn so much that the two of you had to be separated multiple times. You had a rough history with him that went back to your Michigan days when you were both athletes. You found him to be broody and insensitive and he claimed you were entitled and a brat. Truly a match made in heaven. 

“Why are you here?” You demanded and Quinn glared back at you. 

“Jack said he had a friend who needed help, and I owe him a favor,” he shot back, and you huffed. 

“I don’t want your help,” you said firmly. 

“I don’t care,” he snapped and moved outside toward the moving pod that had all your stuff. 

The two of you began working silently, carrying stuff up to your new apartment and not saying a word to each other. You were standing in the pod trying to pull a box of your clothes off the top when you miscalculated, causing the box to fall and come straight at you. Bracing for impact, you shot up your arm to cover your face, but something yanked you out of the way at the last second. Quinn had you tightly against him before the box hit the ground, your clothes spilling out. 

“Careful,” he murmured, and your heart raced at the contact between you. As much as you hated the man, he was exactly your type, at least physically. Dark hair, athlete, sad eyes. Your holy trinity. Blushing, you moved out of his grasp, muttering a thanks as you kneeled to clean up the mess. 

When you were finishing up, Quinn lingered by the door, confused. 

“Why are you even here anyway?” He asked and you looked over at him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“In Vancouver, idiot,” he said, and you rolled his eyes. 

“I took a job with the Canucks,” you mumbled and his eyes widened. 

“Tell me you're joking,” he deadpanned. 

“I wish I were,” you said, snapping back at him. “See you at work asshole.” 

He turned to leave your apartment and slammed the door behind him. 

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It had been a month since Quinn helped you move in, and you both were executing a flawless strategy of avoiding each other in the facility. In fact you had only even seen him a couple of times so far. You loved your new job, the team was great and you were happy to be a part of a professional organization like this. All of the players you worked with on marketing initiatives seemed to really like you and you imagined it was because you could relate to them in some ways, having competed in soccer at a national level. Your favorite was the Finnish center Aatu, who followed you around like a puppy when free. He was two years younger than you, so you really looked at him like a baby, which annoyed him. 

He was helping you set up a banner welcoming a company renting out the event space, holding the ladder as you climbed up. 

“Raty!” Quinn barked from the doorway. “On the ice.” 

“Coming, just give me a second,” Aatu said back, looking up at you, worried you might fall. 

“Now,” Quinn insisted firmly, and Aatu sighed. 

“I don’t think him being here another second is going to kill you,” you said, glaring down at Quinn from above. 

“I didn’t realize your job description included using players to do your work for you,” he sneered at you and you climbed down the ladder to get closer to him. 

“I didn’t realize yours included being a bitch,” you shot back and you could see the steam radiating off of him. Aatu looked nervously between you before gently nudging Quinn to the door. 

“I’ll see you later y/n,” he called over his shoulder, forcing Quinn to leave with him. 

Word of your altercation spread quickly, and the boys relentlessly teased Quinn about it. 

“She’s got you by the balls man,” Brock joked to him in the locker room after practice. “I wouldn’t mind that, though; she is a hot little thing.” 

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Quinn snapped, and Brock’s lips turned upward, amused. 

“A little touchy about her, are we?” He teased and Quinn shut his eyes, resting his head against his locker. 

“We’ve just known each other for a long time,” he said. “She’s Jack’s best friend so I have to watch out for her or he’ll kill me.” 

“What part of harassing her at work is watching out for her?” Brock said, laughing. 

“She has known how to get under my skin like no one else since day one,” he muttered. 

Quinn was in his last year at Michigan when he first met you. You were a rising star on the soccer team, and frankly, you knew it. You were a ruthless competitor, earning the nickname “the reaper.” You definitely weren’t as humble as some of your teammates, but they didn’t mind, considering that you were the lead scorer in the Big 10. 

Quinn was a quiet leader, while you were a loud one. You argued over anything, gym time for the teams, better travel accommodations, and more perks for your teams. Unfortunately, since neither of you was on the football team, the athletic department didn’t spend as much, which meant you were fighting each other for scraps sometimes. 

He made a few offhand comments about you being a bitch and you responded by tweeting that you couldn’t wait to watch him go undrafted and it was pretty much over after that. 

What irritated him the most was how quickly you and Jack became friends. Jack was his brother and you had corrupted him. Jack inviting you the lakehouse over the summer made him want to throttle his brother. Not only did he not enjoy bitching at you the whole weekend, but the girl he had brought with him also dumped him right when they got back, telling him that he needed to figure out his shit with you. Whatever the fuck that meant. 

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“My two favorite people on the planet,” Jack called out cheerfully, pulling you and Quinn into a hug. Luke watched the scene amused, especially as you and Quinn did everything you could not to touch each other. The Devils were in town to play the Canucks and the four of you had decided to get a quick dinner before the game. 

You sat next to Jack but opposite of Quinn at the table and started to fill Jack in on your new life up here. He was excited for you and selfishly happy that you were in the same place as Quinn so he could see you both at once. Quinn chatted easily with Luke about the season and it felt peaceful. 

That only lasted for so long. 

“Are the guys treating you okay?” Jack asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah everyone has been really nice so it’s made my job a lot easier,” you told him. 

“Everyone? Including the captain?” Jack teased and you gave him a look. 

“Of course not,” you told him. “I could file so many harassment claims against him but I don’t because of my love for you Jack.”

Jack laughed and Quinn rolled his eyes. 

“She’s a distraction,” he muttered. 

“I’m trying to do my job,” you countered. 

“I’m sure,” he said sarcastically and the tension between you was increasing by the minute. 

“Some of us have to actually work all day, Quinn. Not all of us are professional athletes,” you shot back. 

“You would know, huh? " he jeered without thinking, and everyone at the table froze. Blood drained from his face as he started to stutter out an apology. 

“I-I didn’t mean it y/n,” he fumbled out, but you were already shoving your chair back to stand up, grabbing your purse at the same time to leave. Jack tried to grab you and Quinn called out your name but you walked swiftly out of the restaurant, trying to keep the tears from falling out of your eyes. 

He was right; you didn’t know what it was like to be a professional athlete. You would have if it weren’t for a season-ending ACL injury that ended your career when you were a senior. You thought you’d be able to bounce back but it didn’t heal right, and the NWSL team that had drafted you was forced to cut you. It had been the lowest point in your career, and Quinn knew that because Jack had pulled you out of the darkness. 

It took years of therapy to stop feeling like your life was over and to stop thinking, “what if?” So for Quinn to throw that in your face was low. 

The table was dead silent after you left. Jack was so angry he didn’t even know what to say. Luke was scrolling through his phone, trying to distract himself from what just occurred. Quinn had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Jack seethed. 

“I didn’t mean to say it; she just gets me riled up,” he defended weakly. 

“You know what happened. She lost everything,” he bit out, and Quinn finally looked up. “You know what’s so funny?” 

Quinn didn’t reply but Jack went on anyway. 

“I’ve been telling my friends for the past two years about this fantasy about the two of you someday getting over your beef and getting together. You are both so alike and stubborn that I thought you were a perfect match. But I was wrong. I would never wish for her to end up with someone like you.”

Luke winced at Jack’s words, and Quinn just sat back dejected. Throwing cash on the table, Jack left the building, pulling Luke along with him. 

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You were quieter than usual tonight, and it wasn’t going unnoticed. Of course, you “turned it on” when popping in the corporate suites to ensure everyone was having a good time. But the in-betweens were rough. Brock had come over to say hi to you before the game and was concerned when you didn’t entertain his usual flirting like normal. The game went by in a blur, with the Devils trouncing your team, but you were happy to see Jack score. 

The locker room was somber after the game, and Quinn gave the best “we’ll be okay” speech before leaning back into his locker. 

“Saw y/n earlier,” Brock said casually next to him. Quinn just looked over at him with tired eyes, not saying anything. “She looked upset. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” 

“Why would I?” He sighed out and Brock gave him a knowing look. 

“You’re the only one here who can get that kind of emotion out of her. God, the way the two of you light up when the other walks in the room is insufferable.”

“What are you talking about man?” 

“Dude come on, everyone can see that you guys have a thing for each other. You’re just disguising it as hating each other, but I don’t look at people I hate the way you look at her.” 

Quinn didn’t say anything, just quietly contemplating what his teammate said. He did have a point. He was excited every time he saw you, even though he knew it would just end up in a fight. That would also explain his irritation whenever he heard someone talking about you. 

Fuck this was a mess.

You were saying goodbye to your last guests in the front of the arena when Quinn finally found you. He was dressed down in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, and you eyed him warily. 

“Here to rub salt in the wound?” You asked dejectedly, his brows furrowed as he walked closer to you. You two stood a couple of feet apart, eyeing each other but with no energy. 

“I’m sorry y/n,” he said, and a look of surprise flashed across your face. “I hate myself for saying that to you; I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t play hockey anymore so the fact that you even want to work around sports is admirable.”

You caught him off guard when you stepped closer to him, snaking your arms around his midsection. To be honest, you were so emotionally exhausted that you didn’t even care that you were finding comfort in him right now. After his shock wore off, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight to him.

Jack and Luke saw what was happening from a distance and smirked at each other, their anger at their brother fading. Plus, they scored on him, so they were even. 

“Hey guys,” Luke called out as they approached and you turned around. Quinn kept his arm wrapped around your waist, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jack, smirking. 

“We are free for the night,” Jack said. “Movie at Quinn's?” 

You all piled in Quinn’s car and headed towards his condo, which was actually not that far from yours. Looking at the boys all sprawled out in their sweats, you pouted, still in your business casual from the game. 

“I need clothes,” you said, crossing your arms. Quinn looked from Jack to Luke before sighing and getting up. You changed into one of his long-sleeve team shirts, and he handed you a pair of sweats. 

“These are way too big Quinn,” you complained, and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you. 

“This isn’t a store,” he replied. 

“Don’t you have boxers I can wear or something?” 

His eyes widened at your request, “You want to wear my boxers?”

“Obviously I don’t want to but I don’t really have a choice unless you prefer I just don’t wear any pants at all.” 

Quinn’s eyes dropped to your bare legs and you shifted, trying to pull down the shirt further. 

“I wouldn’t complain,” he said huskily. You felt your face get hot as his eyes met yours again with an intense gaze. You moved past him, ripping open one of his drawers until you found what you were looking for. 

Jack laughed as the two of you came back out. 

“You look like one of his puck bunnies,” he giggled, and Quinn flipped him off. You frowned. The thought of him hooking up with different girls didn’t sit well with you and you were mad at yourself for being mad. 

Quinn took the end of the couch, and you sat between him and Jack. You laid your head on Jack’s shoulder as you got comfy and could feel Quinn’s gaze burning holes in your skin. 

At some point, you went up to use the bathroom and Jack looked at Quinn smirking. 

“Would you like to share something with the group?” he asked, and Quinn didn’t even look away from the tv. 

“Nope.”

“She’s the reason Kelcie broke up with you, right?”

“Yep.”

“And now you’re realizing that there’s maybe something more than just pure hatred for one another?”

“Yep.” 

Jack cheered, and Luke pulled out his wallet and handed $100 to his brother. 

“You guys bet on this?” Quinn said irritably and his brothers grinned. 

“Of course, when I saw you hugging her, I knew I could get you to admit it tonight. Lukey didn’t believe,” Jack said in a sing-songy voice. 

You walked back out of the bathroom, and all three boys immediately shut up, making you suspicious. Jack gave you an innocent grin as you sat back down, and as you did, he stretched out horizontally, forcing you to sit closer to Quinn. Quinn threw his head back onto the couch, closing his eyes to pray this could stop happening. 

Everyone focused back on the movie, and it wasn’t long before your eyes started to droop, your head falling over to rest against the wall next to you. A soft wall. Quinn shifted his arm behind your shoulders, and you subconsciously snuggled closer to him as his hand rested against your skin. Jack jumped off the couch and snapped a picture before bolting to the bathroom. Luke was trying to keep his laughter contained. 

You woke up later, sprawled on top of Quinn on the couch, his head resting on top of yours. Shifting, you woke him up, and he grumbled at you about what time it was. Jack and Luke must have left already, which wasn’t surprising considering it was 3 a.m. 

“Just stay here the rest of the night,” Quinn said groggily, and you nodded, not wanting to try to call an Uber now. “Let’s move to the bed though.”

“I can sleep on the couch,” you insisted and he waved you off. 

“Just come on,” he said and you followed. His bed was massive, and you sighed as you got under the covers. Quinn pulled you back into his arms and you didn’t protest; it was too comfy. 

“I still hate you,” you mumbled and he chuckled against your neck. 

“I still hate you too, princess,” he said as you drifted off. 

You quietly slipped out of Quinn’s embrace the next morning to leave. You decided that you would keep the clothes he gave you because, frankly, they were comfortable and he still owed you for that comment last night. 

You made it back to your apartment and got in the shower, thinking about last night’s events. You didn’t like Quinn. You couldn’t, right? It felt like yesterday was the first time you’d been hanging out where it didn’t end up in a fight. His body fit perfectly around you when you saw him after the game, and your attraction for him started to bubble up after you had pushed it down for so long. 

This didn’t even cover last night. Basically cuddling on the couch and sleeping in the same bed. And not just two friends sharing a bed together, this was two people who didn’t lose contact the whole night. You really didn’t know what to think. 

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You were in your office the next day, going through your emails when Brock barged into your door. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned. He was still dressed in his gear, as practice was going on now. 

“Quinn got hurt and is having a meltdown with the trainers, can you please come down there?”

“Why me?” You said, and Brock shot you an annoyed look. 

“I don’t have the time to discuss this with you right now, so let’s go,” he said, and you got up to follow him. 

Quinn had never been in so much pain. His right knee felt like it was going to snap in half at any moment, and his palms were bloody from how hard he was clenching his fists. He was alone for the moment, having screamed at the trainers just to give him a minute while he tried to settle down. He’d have to apologize later but he saw the looks on their faces and he knew it was bad. 

Nothing had really even happened, he just hit the ice wrong when he was turning and his leg twisted at a weird angle. He knew they were going to send someone in to the room soon. Probably one of his coaches or teammates to try and tell him some shit about everything being okay. 

You pushed open the door slowly, and a look of surprise flashed over Quinn’s face. He looked pitiful on the training bed, his knee already wrapped with ice but you could tell how much pain he was in. 

“Here to make sure I’m not suicidal?” He joked humourlessly, and you snorted. 

“Something like that,” you replied, moving over to him. 

You grabbed a towel and ran some warm water over it before taking his hand from him, cleaning off the blood and then moving it to the other one. 

“I wanted it to be you,” he whispered and you looked at him curiously, his eyes burning into yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I didn’t want anyone else to come in here. I saw how the trainers looked at me and I knew you wouldn’t look at me like that,” he confessed and you smiled softly at him. 

“This is rock bottom,” you told him, and he laughed a little before wincing in pain. “I hung on to the fact that the worst part had already happened. All you can do is move forward. No need to get lost overanalyzing it.” 

He gave you an unrecognizable look and the two of you sat silently for a little while, just staring at each other. His phone started ringing and you snorted after seeing Jack’s name flash across the screen. 

“Hey man,” Quinn said into the phone. You started to move back, but Quinn’s hand tightened around yours.

“They wrapped ice around it; it looks bad,” he said quietly and you caressed your thumb over his hand, trying to comfort him. 

“She’s here with me right now…shut the fuck up… I’m hanging up right now,” he said, rolling his eyes. Putting his phone back down, he looked over to you. 

“You can probably let the trainers back in now; I’ll behave,” he told you with a lazy grin. 

“Yeah yeah,” you said standing back up. “I’ll grab them.” 

“Will you wait for me after?” 

“I’m going to be here until 5 anyway, buddy. Just text me if you need me to come back down,” you told him, and he frowned before giving you a mischievous look. 

“Well, I’m going to need someone to take me home,” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t push your luck.”

Without even thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his forehead. He stilled with shock before smiling to himself. 

“I think a kiss somewhere else would make me feel better,” he teased as you walked to the door. You didn’t even entertain his words, just flipping him off as you walked. The blush on your cheeks told you that maybe those feelings you shoved down were a lot bigger than you thought. 

[copperbadge]

How did you find the doctor(s) who assessed you for ADHD? Im looking into the process of getting diagnosed because (although ive suspected I might have adhd for years now) I've been struggling a lot more lately and i want to try medication to see if it helps at all. Im trying to search for psychiatrists through my health insurance portal but the the results im getting are all for child/adolescent psychiatry specialists, and I dont think that'll be much help for an adult adhd assessment? Did you have an established therapist to refer you for your assessment or were you able to find a psychiatrist independently?

I actually just kind of had to freeform it, but that does mean I have some tips to share!

I will say, I have never once used a health insurance portal to find someone to treat me for anything. Often their search engine is fucked up and the information is sometimes out of date. I almost always either ask someone who I know has had similar issues if they have a recommendation, ask my treating physician if I have one, or just google until I find someone reputable-looking; any qualified medical center or professional will list what insurance they take anyway, and you can always ask when you make the appointment.

So here's the process for how to do that!

When I was first considering it, I asked a friend who'd had an evaluation that came back not-ADHD, which I liked because it meant we knew it wasn't like, a weird Adderall pill mill or something. I really wanted to have a professional and thorough evaluation because I knew myself and knew I was capable of gaming a questionnaire. The place she had her evaluation was unfortunately having some staffing issues; part of the reason it took me so long is that I played phone tag with them for ages -- I'd call, and regardless of what time of day I called, their scheduler would be "out", so I'd leave a message and never get a call back. Ultimately I said "I really need to talk to a human, because your scheduler has not returned any of my numerous calls" and they said they could transfer me to another office outside of Chicago (in the burbs). That was not going to be accessible to me, so I told them thanks but I'll go somewhere else. Then COVID hit and I was not going to go anywhere near a medical center unless I had to for about two years.

So, when I was making my second serious run at getting evaluated, I did what might be expected of me by longtime readers of this blog: I made a spreadsheet.

I want to caveat this up top with REALLY IMPORTANT CONTEXT: I did not do all of this in a single day. The process from starting research to making an evaluation appointment took about a month, and probably would have taken longer if I wasn't getting somewhat desperate. Do not push yourself to do this as a single act. Research alone is a multi-day process; some days I looked at the open tabs and only entered one tab's worth of information. It took me quite a bit of time to write the form email I sent inquiring about an assessment. It took me time to call the clinic back when they asked me to call to book the appointment. This is a series of steps, not a single leap.

So!

I was looking for a clinic rather than an individual, in part because I'd heard a couple of horror stories about people who went to a psychiatrist and just got argued with for an hour instead of actually getting evaluated. So I googled, and here are some key terms for you, chicago adult adhd assessment. Chicago obviously for the region, but "adult adhd" (putting it in quotes will help) is the important term that will help you filter out a lot of child psych stuff. A lot of what I looked at did included family or child assessment/therapy but were clear that they also evaluated adults.

Then I went through every legit-looking search result and noted down, in my spreadsheet, the name of the clinic/company, the contact phone and email, the URL, the physical location (I needed to be able to get to it fairly easily) and whether they took my insurance. Even if they didn't take my insurance (all but one did) I still put them into the spreadsheet so that if I found them again I could check the sheet and know I didn't need to investigate further. I also tended to bump more legitimate and friendly-looking places to the top of the sheet. And if I were going to do it again I would also look for one specific thing, which is an assessment guide of some kind.

The assessment guide may be something they only give you after you speak with them, so it's not a no-go if they don't have one on their website, but it basically tells you what generally will go on during the assessment, how long it will take, and what you should bring. A full assessment like I had is estimated to take 4-6 hours and they recommended I wear layers so I wouldn't be overly cold/warm in their office, and to bring a snack. That's the kind of information you want, duration of the assessment and what they recommend for you, to ensure that you're working with people who are thorough and care about your comfort.

So, I have this spreadsheet now of places to reach out to, which I know take my insurance and do adult assessment. In the spreadsheet I also had columns for what date I contacted them and whether they'd responded. I started reaching out via email, one per day, with the form email I'd written.

The form email basically said "I'm 42 with no previous diagnosis but I have a family history of autism and dyslexia. I've been told I should get assessed for ADHD, so I'm looking for a clinic that will do the assessment and takes (my insurance). I prefer to be contacted by email but if need be, my phone number is (phone number). Please let me know if you have any open appointments and what information you will need from me to book an evaluation with you." (You can always ask for more information about the actual evaluation process once they respond.)

If I didn't get a response within 24 hours, I moved on to the next, but I only greyed out the text in that line of the spreadsheet; I didn't disqualify/remove the nonresponsive ones because again, I wanted to make sure I kept that information in case they eventually did respond. I did this with about ten clinics, because I figured I must be able to find at least one in ten who could do the eval, and I could go back and research more if necessary.

I think the third or fourth one I reached out to was the first to respond, and I ended up going with them; I had a very positive experience in the assessment itself but it was a real pain in the ass getting the documentation from them -- they took about a month to go through the evaluation data (this is not abnormal but is rather longer than usual according to my psychiatrist) and they gave me an in-person-by-zoom report once it was ready. That said, it took another four months and the threat of reporting them to the state to get them to send me the text of the eval (in part because the evaluator left the clinic unexpectedly with my formal report not yet written). But that's something that's truly impossible to know until you're working with them, and highly unusual, so don't let concerns about that deter you. If you end up in that situation come hit me up and I'll tell you how I dealt with that.

My eval recommended an executive function coach, but if I haven't been able to func it by now I never will, so I thanked them for the recommendation and went looking for a psychiatrist unaffiliated with the clinic to prescribe me meds. There, the key words you're going to be looking for are again "adult adhd" but also "adult disability" and if you want medication that's less likely to be a huge fucking hassle, "medication management". My psychiatrist and I meet every two months to reup my prescription, but he doesn't require me to take a regular drug test or meet him in person in order to get a new scrip, as some people have encountered. We meet in person once or twice a year (I can't remember, it's due to a legal requirement in Illinois) but otherwise it's over zoom.

So yeah -- it's a process, but there are ways to streamline and manage it, and a few tripwires in place to make sure you don't end up screwed by the system. Definitely feel free to ask if you have questions, either here or if you want a more indepth conversation you can email me at copperbadge@gmail.com. GOOD LUCK!

[tsams-and-co-memes]

TMGAFS Monty Canon Info

Updated - 11/10/24

Monty’s likes:

Winning

Screwing with people

Trains

Tea

Aggressive humor

Earth

Money

Frolicking

Monty’s dislikes:

Clickbaiting people

Fire

Their favorite season is winter

Kids (<- their thoughts and feelings towards kids may or may not be different now)

Their dad

Stitchwraith

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

El Chip

Miscellaneous:

Monty is gender-fluid and bisexual

Their dad is British. It’s probably fair to assume that by extension, that makes Monty British, too

They have a sister who is a lawyer in Germany

Their mom is dead, and Monty was the one who handled most (if not all) of her funeral arrangements and expenses

They get extremely competitive over gaming

They have a temper and swear a lot

They have ADHD

Monty’s father and sister are human, but were genetically modified to look more like gators. Fazbear's merely bought their dad's likeness and used it to create Monty (<- partial retcon, it seems that Millie is an animatronic like Monty now. Everything about their dad is still pretty concrete)

Monty’s sister’s name is Millie

Their parents used to argue frequently

They once worked as a bartender

Monty’s sister (Millie) is very professional, even outside of her working hours (according to their dad)

Monty’s dad was a horrible parent

They con and rob NFT bros

They don’t pay taxes - they apparently owe $8 and some odd cents to the IRS

Monty built an off brand Vegeta animatronic and a husky animatronic

Monty had a kill switch at one point from Fazbear’s to shut them down if they did anything super bad, but the kill switch no longer works

Monty and Millie play Minecraft together and talk just about every other day, which would mean they have a decently close relationship

Monty plays D&D with Puppet sometimes

Monty hires a photographer to take pictures of them every few months, and the photographer charges $10,000 per picture. They then pay off the photographer with Monopoly money

They had a dragon ball phase

Monty used to sell food to the cartel

Apparently Monty’s nemesis is hip Yoda

Monty knows how to drive and seems to be a better teacher than Sun. It's implied that Monty also knows how to fly planes

Monty knows what Millie's job is, but they don't know the specifics about it

Monty is Francine's godfather

Monty apparently smells like hand sanitizer, according to Earth

Monty’s a fan of alcohol and drinks every so often

Monty has killed an entire population of smurf people

Funtime Freddy had a habit of looking through Monty’s window at night and watching them sleep

Monty recently sold a Chili's to Moon (implied, since Moon recently bought it and Monty said that they recently sold it)

Monty swears more when drunk

Monty shows up late for work and then leaves early

Monty knows Spanish

Monty's tail gets stiff when they are angry (fact yoinked from the wiki)

In the past Monty had asked out Glamrock Chica but ended up getting rejected (fact yoinked from the wiki)

Their tail has been said to be magnetic meaning that it can take it off and move it around. Lunar liked to play with it (fact yoinked from the wiki)

Apparently, they are banned from Switzerland for some unknown reason (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They nuked Sweden for unknown reasons (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They are the ones who updated the daycare and have access to cameras (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They had a space station at one point, but it was destroyed by meteors (I think?)

Monty sold a space apartment/house to Sun once, but the place was also destroyed

Monty’s been to jail before

Monty experiments with "medicinal stuff" (with there being implications that the "medicinal stuff" is actually weed. There are two bongs in their new house, and Foxy even picked one of the bongs up and directly referred to it as "weed paraphernalia")

Despite being an animatronic, Monty has functioning taste buds

Monty knows how to pilot (?) a ship

Monty is a grill master and is good at cooking

[benjineedssleep]

a fourth round of stardew valley headcanons (we're a lucky clover now)

y'all... it's been over a month since the last addition to this series. a whole month! i've been meaning to add to it but life got to me and then i spent every ounce of my creative brain writing fic LOLOLOL speaking of fanfic can y'all believe this series is almost entirely ship free? now imagine if it wasn't. imagine how much more i could say XD

anyways! here are the links to the previous parts :3 pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 now onto the post!!!

a part of me feels like leah would dabble in the realm of making her own paints and art mediums. it was probably something she was interested in while still in the city but now that she has access to so many raw materials, she definitely gives it a try. because emily works with fabrics and totally dyes her own stuff too, leah can definitely go to her for help with pigments! (if you haven't noticed i really love the idea that emily bonds with all the other artsy townsfolk)

i don't think i've mentioned it anywhere but i think the older bachelors would be decently friendly with each other. harvey and shane likely got close because harvey starts checking in on him outside of being professional (i stand by the "i'm asking you as a friend/neighbor, not your doctor" idea fyi) and shane kinda lets him in after a while. i think elliot, being the most extroverted of the group, probably just walked up to them while at the saloon one night and just started yapping.

on the note of the older bachelors harvey's the designated driver, elliot's a lightweight, and shane's shane LOL-- i do think if harvey was more of a drinker he'd be the kind to take his alcohol pretty well but be easily influenced to keep drinking if it's too early in the night and then subsequently get absolutely wasted.

elliot loves karaoke. need i say more?

sebastian carries around a pocket knife where ever he goes. mostly because you never know when you're gonna need something sharp but also because he knows there are a lot of people out there bigger and stronger than him. i know damn well he wouldn't hesitate to fight dirty especially if he's with someone he cares about. i do think that preparation leads to the "let someone give me a reason to decompress" kind of intrusive thought, which he probably hates the most of all his intrusive thoughts.

i know it's canon sam plays guitar a lot when he's not doing so great mentally however i propose a better option: playing guitar when he's feeling any extreme emotion. i think making music is the perfect way for him to either a) shut his brain off or b) let everything out in a healthy way. the music he writes also depends entirely on this!!! and not just the mood, i mean the genre. he doesn't box himself in at all and just writes whatever he's feeling in the moment.

of the bachelors i think sam takes the best care of his hair. he's got a whole routine and most of it came from his mom when he first started growing it out (another hc i guess but he totally has a long, layered mullet LOL) but he's adapted a few things to better fit his needs. alex would be second because i think he has the best grooming habits in general of all the bachelors. he gets hair cuts on a schedule, only uses the best/healthiest gels for his hair, etc. elliot's in third and i say this only because i KNOW this man takes scorching showers and washes his hair like that. he also doesn't wear a bonnet he just puts it up and prays it stays normal. sebastian doesn't believe in heat protectant and uses permanent dye in his hair. the only reason it's not falling out is because he rarely ever does it because he doesn't leave the house. harvey uses very basic products in his hair but he does take supplements to keep it healthy as he ages. i think shane keeps his hair very clean but he 100% washes it every day and doesn't use a single product in it. he also only gets hair cuts when he has the energy to which often leads him to have marnie trim it for him (but only when it's bad and he really needs to get it together).

i have no idea where i mentioned this but know it was somewhere!!! b u t of everyone in town i think sam's the only one that can legitimately make friends with anyone. i think even people who don't like him at first (like shane) end up being at least acquainted with him because he's genuinely a nuisance. and i say that in the nicest and most endearing way. he's way too extroverted for his own good and will go out of his way to learn something about you so the two of you can have a conversation. will he forget by the time he actually needs to bring it up? probably, but it's the thought that counts. overall i just think he turns into this "welcomed nuisance" of sorts and ends up bringing a little light into the life of whoever he's around. (tiny little note but i don't think he goes out of his way to be annoying or harass people, he's just the kind of person that makes sure everyone has someone to talk to for at least five minutes at a party but will totally leave you alone if he genuinely believes you don't want him around)

abby has very specific needs in order to be able to sleep well or at all. in my fic i write that she sleeps with a weighted blanket (unless sharing a space with someone) however i was thinking about it and i think she also has a favorite plushie. i also think it would be a dragon or some sort of cryptid like nessie or the mothman.

i think jas is sassy as hell. she doesn't talk a ton but when she does, she's always sassing someone. i don't think it's on purpose all the time either i just think she's super blunt/frank about things. "your clothes don't match" "your hair looks greasy" "but he's always bored, so why does it matter?" that kinda stuff, y'know? i think it's a little funny as well because she's otherwise the sweetest kid ever with a decent grasp on manners and such.

okay i'm done!!! it kinda took me a while to get into the groove of things again cause it's been fuckin' forever (so sorry if some are clunky) but i'm happy to be doing this again :3

[not-wholly-unheroic]

I really love reading through your blog and came across the quote from Barrie about “No little children love me.”

And then I remembered from “Return to a Neverland” (Hook talking to Smee after catching Peter Pan): Look Smee. He’s nothing but a child. And I loathe children!

Then that got me thinking, yeah, Hook clearly isn’t fond of children. . . Until Jake comes along! TBH I haven’t actually seen the show but I’ve seen some stuff and omg it’s adorable; so I’m not sure how Jake got onto the island. Not really sure how Hook, or any other adult in the JatNP even got to the island either. I don’t even think Peter Pan really understands how Neverland works, so it’s always fun to guess.

Clearly, Peter brings lost children to Neverland (perhaps even before The Darling Children + the time they come from can vary as Neverland is just weird).

And as usual, an act that the crew are exhausted to their wits end, Hook practically follows a one track minded goal to capture Peter Pan and kill him to where, chances are, he won’t take notice of anything else. It isn’t until the crew gets back on the ship when someone goes “Hey! Where’d he come from?!”

Cue Jake, with a big smile as he’s happy to be onboard with his eyes fixated on Captain Hook. The child isn’t even scared as he steps forward to politely ask: Are you a pirate? I mean a really real pirate? You know, like BlackBeard and Mary Read and Calico Jack and all of the rest!

Jake goes on to talk about the stories he’s read about pirates and is curious if Hook really is a real pirate like them or just someone pretending to be pirate. Heh, might as well humor the twerp, Hook confirms that he is a really real pirate with plenty of proof from the Golden Age of Piracy. Now that’s when Jake gets really excited that he is meeting a genuine Golden Age pirate! And cue the never-ending gosh darn questions that leave Hook, Smee, and the entire crew mentally exhausted after seven hours (Jake is to Hook as Tim is to Dr. Alan Grant). It’s right on that spot that Jake decides he doesn’t want to be a Lost Boy! He wants to be a pirate! A really real pirate just like Captain Hook!

Hook: Ugh lousy little pest.

Also Hook: I've only had Jake for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

What Hook wasn’t expecting is that Jake was actually serious! Now it’s not just Peter Pan to deal with, it’s Jake and his friends who call themselves “The Neverland Pirates” that put Hook’s own crew to shame since these toddlers are really good at piracy! And yet, Hook also finds this to be entertaining. . . Oh fine, what’s the harm in playing along? Besides, someone’s gotta teach the lad on how to be a professional pirate.

Little did James know of how much of an impact he would leave in Jake’s future.

Do you have head canons about Captain Hook and Jake?

Oh, man if you are a fan of Disney Hook, I HIGHLY recommend watching the entire show if you can. Yes, it’s sometimes a little overly silly because of the age group it’s geared toward and yes there are a few things I think they should have done differently (most notably how the show ended…) but AS A WHOLE it’s precious and I love it because Hook gets a lot more character development than you’d expect. He’s still a grump and a thief (He IS a pirate after all…) but we get to see him outside of his relationship with Peter, and that means we see a lot more facets of his personality. We see his insecurities, his friendships, and his more heroic moments and it’s SO GOOD.

We see how he reacts when he’s in love—which is just…so cute and exactly how I imagined it. He’s only charming and suave when he’s trying to manipulate people. He TRIES to be with Red Jessica but ends up getting tongue-tied and stumbling over his words and just…being super awkward and adorable.

We see that he CAN be selfless when people he genuinely cares about are in danger. He turns on the Legion of Pirate Villains when he realizes their plans would ultimately cause harm to people like his mother and Red Jessica. He also is willing to step aside (albeit rather heartbroken) when he is under the impression that she’s in love with someone else.

We see that although he doesn’t always treat Smee well, he DOES actually care about him as a friend when it comes down to it. And Smee tries SO HARD to cheer him up when he’s struggling, going so far as to get the kids’ help in hiding a treasure specifically for Hook to find. And the kids DO IT. Like these kids are actually NICE to Hook and go out of their way to HELP HIM on more than one occasion.

We see his relationship with his mom, which is…a little complicated. He loves her, that much is clear. And she loves him. But she can also be a bit…overbearing? And it seems like he’s always a bit concerned he isn’t living up to her standards.

The whole thing is just…so good at showing how complex he is, and it makes me incredibly happy that the creators of the show recognized that.

As to your point about Hook actually being rather fond of Jake and asking about my personal headcanons regarding the show made me think about another post awhile back…

[bimbodoggie]

- (after hours ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆)

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PAIRING(s) ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ professor!eren yeager x bimbo!fem reader

SYPNOSIS ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ eren sees how badly your grades are flunking, now him using office hours was the perfect opportunity to finally get you where he wants

CONTENT WARNING ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ nsfw, modern au, unprofessional relationships, eren is in his early thirties and the reader early twenties, unprotected sex, groping,filming, hair pulling, rough sex, reader is black and plus sized coded, kinda established relationships, talks of pregnancy, eren is really mean :(, degrading, anal, reader squirts on eren, fingering, oral, MINORS/BLANK ACCOUNTS DNI!

A/N ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ this is my second eren fic (other is on AO3), i wanted to do something aot considering most of my work is call of duty related.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you tried your best on every single assignment that was given to you, truly…but you couldn’t rub two brain cells together if you wanted to…and your professor saw that, the way you came in dress code breaking outfits, and how you would chew on your pen and always forget what the lecture was about, these were all things that eventually came back to you academically

and it wasn’t like you didn’t have help, armin would take you to study at the campus library, he would beg you to pay attention but of course you couldn’t it was too much and too quiet

“thank you minnie for helping me but its too much stuff for me to learn” you rose from your seat and gave armin a kiss on the cheek, leaving a mark from your gloss on his rosy cheeks, after that you turned around and made your way to eren’s classroom in hopes that he could find a better solution to this.

your acrylics tapped on the rectangular small window, eren was sitting at his desk doing what seemed to be grading assignments, you tapped a second time as if he was a fish in a bowl…his jade eyes met yours and he jogged to unlock the door and let you in…today he had on, khakis that showed his print no matter how much he tried to hide it, converse, and the uni’s name with the mascot

he was such a gentleman, after he pulled out the seat facing his desk he then walked over to his black roller chair which was accompanied by the ever growing wall of awards, but not a single family portrait was present

his face read disappointment, without a word he turned over his laptop and shook his head, “now y/n i want you to tell me what’s going on, this is the last semester and you’re my favorite student i would feel so guilty if i failed you” he said reading your expression hoping that there is a sign of remorse in that little head of yours

“look i know we are supposed to have a professional relationship, but there’s not enough time, the only solution is if we planned something outside of school where i can help, consider today a start” he told you patting your hand, the touch felt so nice you could really tell he took pride into his looks…but why was he single?

you smiled nodding along, “thank you professor, hopefully these sessions will allow me to get my grades up” you were so oblivious to your professors advancements, he than rose from his seat once more and rubbed his soft hand against your thick thigh

he put a stray piece of your curl behind your ear, “i always taken a liking to you, the way you come in here all dolled up, for an old perverted man like me” he whispered licking the shell of your ear making a shiver travel throughout your whole body, “hoping to see you later tonight” he added as you fixed your skirt trying to digest what just happened back there

you gotten to your dorm thinking about the possibilities of what will happen if you did meet your professor, his email flashed across your laptop screen, it felt so foreign but you loved and how taboo it was

eren made sure to change cars before coming to you, he greeted you with flowers and a kiss, the car ride consisted of questions that didn’t pertain to school nor work, after driving for so long you finally saw how your professor lived, his apartment felt so lonely, the takeout boxes sitting along the counter, and the decor just yelled a man resided here

“make yourself comfortable please” his voice was coated with warmth and hospitality your eyes wondered until you saw his bedroom, it was by luck that the bathroom was next to the bedroom or else you would of missed the show he was putting on, you got a brief glimpse of his body which seemed to be sculpted by the gods

“you can come in i dont bite” he smiled, oh this man…

“i didn’t want to talk to you about your grades, i can always change those in my system and nobody will know, but as long as you comply with my rules tonight i promise i will first thing in the morning” you were speechless, after that eren pulled in for a kiss

it was too passionate, you felt his tongue dance with yours making you moan in satisfaction, he then laid back making you straddle him, the session continued until desperation kicked in, your shaky hands danced their way to the black leather belt snaked through eren’s khaki pants, after you got him in his boxers your hands cupped his cock making him shoot up in shock

“am i doing good professor?” you asked showing him your begging eyes which was filled with lust by now, his reply was non-verbal but it was enough to give you the green light to continue with this torturous teasing

it wasn’t until you pulled down his boxers and audibly gasped at the size, you knew that wasn’t going to fit…your glossed lips met the sensitive tip, eren peered down at you and groaned in satisfaction

“you really are a slut, parading yourself with small skirts and panties hoping someone will see…you’re sick you know that?” he panted, you replied by cupping his balls which made him whimper, “mission accomplished” you thought to yourself

his large hands snaked through your soft curls, eren began to hold your head in place as a guide to indicate what he wanted, his hips bucked upwards making you almost choke

“enough” he growled sitting up and putting you face down into the mattress before you

he teased your soaked holes making you whimper in response,

“ren, it won’t fit” you pled for his mercy hoping there was some kindness remaining, the same kindness he showed you not too long ago, he only groped a handful of your ass in response, your manicured hands gripped the sheets as he slowly inched into you

“you’re a virgin, what happened now cat got your tongue” he asked putting his weight on your back causing a dip in the mattress, eren was a cruel man having you in this position

“slow down please” you begged almost choking on your words, the tears did not stop, after you tried pushing him away he put your hand behind your back

with his free arm he started pulling your hair, your cries bounced off of each wall…you hoped to yourself that he didn’t have thin walls, you took a peak at your professor he was in pure ecstasy, his eyes were lidded

“on your knees, now” he demanded, you did as told trying to send a signal to your legs telling them to work, eren then pulled out his phone, once again that dumb look was on your face

“i want you to play with yourself for me, can you do that for me baby, or are you too dumb?” he purrs clicking the video option, you spread yourself showing up your puffy cunt and all that came with it, your fingers met your hole which made you moan and whimper

“now tell me what you’re doing baby” he said propping his phone onto his tripod and crouching to where your cunt is, he started with his tongue licking your sensitive bud, at this point you’re overstimulated

“ren im close please” you panted, the rope in your soft tummy snapped, he then took your soft thighs and continued, he felt you clench on nothing which made him giggle

“gonna use that other hole flip over for me angel” eren demanded

your ass was once again vulnerable to eren’s assaults continuously, he spread you open to prep you…it wasn’t until you felt a strange sensation that caused you to cry out, he was in…that sadistic fuck.

“taking your holes, gonna claim you as mine how about fill you up with my cum and make you pregnant” eren grunted as you tried to accept your fate, the way his thrust felt he was close, and you felt as if you had to pee?

“eren get up please i have to pee and-“ before you could even utter another word clear liquid splashed all over the carpeted floor and some even gotten on you and eren, seconds later you felt a warm sensation in your puckered hole

he then pulled out of you which made you shivered, eren picked you up and set on the bed, after that he laid next to you

“class is dismissed and you will move in with me tomorrow so clean out your dorm” he said cleaning you up

[itspbandjellytime]

The Assistant [Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader] - Chapter 3

Plot: Y/N Waldorf is fresh out of college and her first job is being Hailee Steinfeld's personal assistant, but what Y/N doesn't know is that Hailee is hiding a huge secret from the general public and from her, as her assistant.

Notes: This is a multi-chapter fic, you can also read this on wattpad under the same username "itspbandjellytime". This fanfic is also going to contain NSFW themes in the near future, so if you're under the age of 18 please don't read this. Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.4k words

[Y/N's POV]

The next day arrived, today is the day I move in with Hailee. I already packed my bags earlier this morning again, I looked at Jackie with a smile on her face and gave her a tight hug "Girl, don't be sad, at least we live in the same state now." I reassured her as she fake cries. Jackie pulls away from her and laughs "I know, I am just being very dramatic and besides, West Hollywood and Malibu is a 40 minute drive. You can visit anytime you want." Jackie told me "Hailee isnt expecting you to show up, that quick right?" Jackie asks me as I reached for the door. I respond with a shrug "Eh, better to be early.", Jackie grabs my wrist all of a sudden which made my eyes widen. "You good?" I ask her with a confused tone, Jackie told me to sit down on the couch with her for a bit.

"Yeah, It's just that I've been hearing something online about Hailee... you know... Keeping a secret from the general public?" Jackie said, as much as I love Jackie, she's my best friend, I will jump off a tall building and sell my organs for that woman... There are times that she relies on random and odd stuff on the internet, especially engaging in blind item pages like Deuxmoi. I furrow my brows, oblivious on what Jackie was telling me "What do you mean? Also what did I tell you interacting with those pages?" I said in a very motherly tone despite the fact that Jackie is two years older than me. 

"Heard it from Deuxmoi before you got here, someone said that Hailee Steinfeld is hiding a secret from the public and only her manager knows about it." Jackie says, and then gasps "Do you think she's pregnant?" 

"GIRL WHAT THE FUCK?!?" I yelled "You've been on Deuxmoi way too much! We both know that site is like the fifth? or lower circle in hell, you know what Tree Paine did when Deuxmoi went after Taylor Swift, right? Also we don't know these people personally!" I said, I let out a sigh and rubbed my temples, going silent for a while. "Look, whatever that is... I won't believe it." I said standing up, putting my hands up with a smile on my face.

Jackie smiles back, understanding what I just told her "Alright, but you know I am just one call away and we can meet up like once or twice a week." Jackie said, standing up again and giving me a hug. I hug Jackie back and nodded "Yeah, just message me if ever." I said, grabbing my bags and finally leaving the apartment.

Forty minutes later, I finally arrived at Hailee's lavish looking house located in Malibu. The house looked amazing from the outside and made me think what's in store inside as well, I parked my car somewhere and grabbed my bags from the trunk. I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for her to open the door. 

Seconds later, she opens the door for me. Hailee is wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a pair of sneakers and a black sports bra that shows off those toned abs of hers that makes me weak on my knees. She looks so hot, my heart starts racing and a lot of thoughts run through my mind seeing her like that. But I still kept my normal posture in tact to be a little bit professional "Hey, you're here! Come on in." Hailee says, inviting me to enter the house. 

I enter the house with my bags and I look around the place in awe, I knew that her house would look this good even though I've never seen the whole thing. "I'm sorry if I look like this, I just finished working out." Hailee says, leading me to her living room "Make yourself comfortable, Y/N." Hailee says again, I nod with a smile on my face and I sat down on her couch. I just stare at her walk to her kitchen as she grabs a bottle of cold water from her freezer, the way I look at her is filled with admiration and adoration. My little moment was broken when all of a sudden I heard two high pitched barks, I look down to see her yorkies Brando and Martini looking at me, their tails wagging in sync. 

"Oh my goodness, are these Brando and Martini?" I say, smiling at the dogs having some second thoughts if I should pet them both, I am a huge dog person but I have a huge fear of dogs biting me. "Yep, in the flesh! Don't worry they don't bite, they're super friendly." Hailee says, heading to the couch to sit next to me. Hailee puts Brando on my lap and he starts to lick my fingers, which caused me to chuckle and gently pet his head "He's starting to like you, are you a dog person?" Hailee asks. I nod in response as I kept petting Brando while Martini is lying down on my shoe "I have a German Shepard in Washington, his name is... Well... It's a ridiculous name." I said, trying to keep up with an actual conversation with Hailee. 

"Well, what's the name of your dog then?" Hailee asks, her hazel eyes looking into mine. I swear, I get lost in those eyes every time.

"His name is... Sir Tenderloin McAvish the Second... We call him Tendy for short." I answered, Hailee starts to burst out laughing once I told her the name of my family's dog. Her laugh is so contagious, it made me laugh as well "I am dead serious, that's his name." I said, pulling my phone out and showing a photo of Tendy to Hailee. "He's a rescue dog, we got him back in 2003. He's like a big baby." I said, showing her a photo of me and carrying Tendy like a baby. Hailee laughs and smiles at the photo of me and my dog, zooming in the photo to see him up close.

"Well you're not wrong Y/N, I treat these two like they're my own children. Oh wait, that reminds me... Come, I'll show you your room." Hailee says, standing up from the couch. I gently put Brando down on the floor again and watch him run around the living room with Martini, I picked my bags up and followed Hailee upstairs. I continued to admire the interior design of Hailee's house, it looks cozy and comfortable. "Alright, we're here." Hailee says, opening the door of my room for me. I entered the room and looked around, I have a comfortable bed and my own bathroom and TV. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her "Thanks, your place is cool. Who's your interior designer?" I asked, Hailee leans against the door frame, crossing her toned arms. "My mom, she's the best." Hailee chuckles and looks at me, "Well I gotta say, your mom is cool. Quick question, have you ever done this before with your past assistants?" I ask, Hailee shook her head in response "Nope, most of my old personal assistants are people older than me cause you know I started this whole acting and music thing at a young age..." Hailee answers, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

"So I am the first assistant to stay in your place then?" I asks, with a little hint of casualness.

"Yeah, I feel like you're going to be an assistant that will last long." Hailee responds, winking at me with a smirk on her face "Anyway, if you need anything else. Just let me know, this is your home now... Well once you get a place of your own." Hailee says, closing the door of my room.

I flopped down on the bed, lying on my back as I stare at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. Everything is happening all at once, it feels overwhelming but in a very positive manner to say the least. I furrow my brows a bit, looking back as I was looking around the place before heading to my room earlier. 

There was this room at the end of the hallway and it was dark, I didn't ask Hailee about it because it might come off as invasive and I might lose my job. So I just quickly assumed it was a storage room, or a room that has her awards, or a room that has one single box that has her scrapped music or that damn album everyone in the fandom is waiting for. Whatever lies in that room, I'll just ignore it and focus on one thing and one thing only. My job as Hailee's assistant.  

[ikanasocking]

Fix what is bothering you

Liam and Kyle were living together in a small flat. Four rooms. Either of these boys had his own, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small space they had to share together. Even while living together both guys rarely had anything in common or spend much time together.

Kyle was obsessed with cars and football. His dream was to become a professional player in an international club and being known all over the world. So he trained for it. Six times the week. Good for him was, that his parents were paying for everything. And not to mention, they could pay for everything he wanted. Never the less, Kyle was not able to get his body in the shape he wanted it. No matter how much he trained, his body would not pack on muscles. So Kyle looked very thin. His black hair were short. His face was kind of long and his eyes were brown.

Liam on the other hand did not care about sports or cars. Liam did not work out much but still, his body showed some definition. Liam was an average height, blonde hair, green eyes. The most day he spend outside of the flat to get away from his roommate. He owned the flat but was forced to take someone like Kyle, so he could pay for his live. Still in university he had a lot of bills to pay. That was the reason Liam was more in the library than at home. The other reason was, that Kyle always had friends over.

And this was the only thing both guys had in common. A few of their friends. The friends in question were, Lars, Martin and Nils. Martin and Nils were more friends with Kyle and used Liam more as an easy to manipulate friend that would do stuff for them. Lars on the other hand was more friends with Liam. Liam might be introverted and did rarely speak up to someone, he did with Lars. And Lars understood how he felt. So he supported him, the best was he could. Even when the others were talking bad behind Liam’s back, he would even stand up for his friend. But he would never said that directly to his face. He did not want him to know that the other were talking about him.

Weeks went by and the trash talk about Liam began to stack up, because he was gone from the flat even more than usual. Kyle, Martin, Nils and Lars were sitting together in Kyle’s room. Martin and Nils were muscular guys. But also pretty smart, what you would not believe on first sight. They were interested in cars and football as well. Lars was a pudgier guy who was not into cars, but shared a passion for football. The only one in the group that as actively playing. And that not on a gaming console.

“I swear, Liam is not even keeping up with his chores. He leaves me to do all the work”, Kyle said after they finished another game on the console.

“Seriously? He should be doing all your chores as well. This looser is not even a real man”, Nils said.

“What do you mean by that?” Lars asked.

“You did not pick up on the signs? He is checking us out every time he sees us. Bet he is mostly not here because he always gets hard when he sees one of us”, Nils laughed.

“I don’t think he is gay”, Lars said and sipped on a glass of water.

“Oh he is absolutely a faggot. One that wants to be dominated by real men, like us”, Martin laughed as well.

“Well I guess you are interpreting, too much into this. He is in the library and learns for his exam. And he is not here because it is too noise to concentrate.”

“Yeah sure. I am living with him and I thin Martin and Nils are right. He is a faggot. Pick up the signs. He is not interested in cars or football. Which straight guy is not interested in one of those things?”

“A lot? I cannot follow those arguments. Isn’t Liam your friend?” Lars asked.

“Our friend? Oh please. I am just living with him because it is cheap.”

“We keep him around because he always jumps when we ask for something. He is not really a friend. More a way to get stuff for free”, Martin said.

“I cannot believe it. You are just abusing the poor guy?”

“Sure. He is letting us using him. It is his fault that he is not standing up to us like a man”, Nils said.

Lars stood up and looked at the others.

“I cannot believe you are treating a guy like him so disrespectful. He is a caring person who just wants to make a living. Guess I was wrong thinking you would care for anything else then yourself.”

With that Lars left the group, without having a look back. After he left the room all three boys looked at each other and began to laugh.

“Never thought Lars would be as gay as Liam. Bet he will run right to his boyfriend, crying about how mean we were”, Kyle said.

“Yeah. Bet they would make a great couple.”

With that they continued talking shit about Liam and now Lars as well, while playing football on the console.

What they did not account for, what the open window, so Lars heard everything they said about him as well. And he would not stand for this. These guys would need to learn some respect. So he went to the library, where Liam would normally be. He found him. His head resting on the desk between bunches of books.

“Poor guy. Must have gotten not much sleep lately”, he thought and went over to him.

Carefully he put his hand on his shoulder and Liam sat upright immediately.

“Sorry I will put the books back, this instant”, he said.

“It’s okay. It’s just me”, Lars said and Liam looked at him.

His eyes were red from the sleep and it looked like he had cried recently.

“Oh, what are you doing here? Aren’t you with the others?” Liam asked while gathering the books.

“Well not anymore. I was worried about you. They were talking about some concerning stuff?” Lars said.

“Like how they think I am gay?”

“How do you?”

“Sometimes I was outside of the flat waiting for you all to leave before entering. Are you here to make fun of me right here?”

“Actually I was not making fun of you in the first place.”

“Okay. So you are just here to tell me, these guys are taking advantage of me?”

“You should calm down, Liam. I am neither here to make fun of you nor to tell you the shit they are talking about you. You seem stressed. Why not come with me, to my place and let us talk there.” Liam offered him with a smile.

“If you insist. I have no fight left in me to discuss about this” Liam said.

With that they put the books away and went to Lars house. He was still living with his parents. He was still in an apprenticeship and money was an issue for him as well. So he saved some from living with his parents and his brother. When they arrived at his home it was already evening. Lars led his friend to his room, informed his parents about the guest and sat with his friend there.

“So, Lars. Why bothering with all of this?”

“Because I care about you.”

“Yeah but your friends will not be thrilled seeing you with a faggot like me”, Liam said.

“How much do you know about what they said?”

“Enough. I know how they think about me and that they are only taking advantage of me.”

“And you did not try to change it?”

“How? I need the rent from Kyle. I cannot get rid of him. And when I am getting on the bad site of Nils and Martin, they will make Kyle harass me even more. You know how tiering it is to live with a guy who thinks I am his house bitch? Only there to clean for him and do all the work he does not want to do? I gave up fighting a few months after he moved in with me.”

“But why did you not tell me? I thought we were friends”, Lars said.

“Because I thought you think like the others.”

“You did not hear how I stood up for you every time they talked bad about you?”

“Once I heard you saying something. But they all just laughed and turned on you. So I began to isolated myself, to not get you in more trouble then you already were.”

Lars just blinked at Liam. He could not believe that this guy was going to such extends for him.

“But”, he began, when he noticed the tears in Liam’s eyes.

“I need a moment”, Liam said and Lars stood up.

“Sure. If you want, you can stay for the night. I don’t mind. We can talk later, if you want.”

With that he left the room. After the door was closed he sighed heavily. He could hear Liam cry, but had no idea how to comfort him.

“Troubles in paradise, brother?” Liam’s brother asked and came out of his room.

“What would you know?” he said and looked at him.

“Oh calm down, Liam. It was just a joke.”

“Sorry I am a little bit tense, right now.”

“Might have something to do with the cutie crying in your room?”

“I am not in the mood for your jokes, brother”, he said approaching his younger brother.

He was a little bit more on the pudgier site as well. Lars and he shared a lot of his looks.

“Oh man, you are tense today. Want to talk about it? I am sure you will feel better after it. You could also go to mum for a talk, but I guess better stick with me”, he laughed and Lars entered his brother’s room.

The room was slightly messy with stuff laying around everywhere. Lars and his brother sat down on the bed and Lars brought him up to speed with all that happened.

“And you are sure you have no feelings for this guy?” His brother asked after he was done explaining.

“Man again with the”, he began.

“I mean yeah you are straight. Sure. Straight as a circle brother. Maybe out parents are not seeing it. But I know what you are looking at online. And some of your teammates told me some stories. Maybe it is time to be true to yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a delicate taste in man and some, I would call it, interesting fetish. Most of it contains men. So I ask myself, do you care about Liam because he is a friend, or is he your friend?”

Lars said nothing and just looked at the floor.

“I mean hey, it is okay to play something for your friends, your parents or me. But at least be true to yourself. With your other little problem, I might have a solution for this.”

“You have?”

“Do you think you are the only kinky one in this family? A friend send me something. A website that is supposed to grant wishes. Might be worth a shot. I have not tried it.”

“That sounds like complete scam and a reason to get a virus on your pc.”

“Maybe it is maybe not. Well it will not download something, so no virus. But even if it is not working, maybe it will give you and Liam some comfort. A wish can sometimes change a lot of things.”

“Well send it over. I will see if it helps.”

“Always happy to help you, brother. I guess your guy calmed down by now. So you might want to make him cry again.”

“Har Har.”

With that Lars brother send him the link to the website. Lars went over to his room and opened the door silently. Liam was lying on his bed sleeping. Lars decided to let him sleep. He took a blanket and tugged Liam in. He took of his socks and went to his pc. He powered him up and opend the link, his brother send him. A small textbox appeared and the text.

“Type in your wish and we will make it come true.”

He began typing.

“I wish for Liam to be happy and find someone he deserves.”

He pressed enter and the site loaded.

“Wish granted”, was all he received.

He turned around to Liam and looked at him. If he was brutally honest, he looked kind of cute. His penis began to pulsate and pressed against his shorts. Lars was disgusted with himself. There was his friend who was having a hard time and he could not even help him, but got a hard on by just watching him sleep. If he was honest to himself, yes he was kind of gay. He liked Liam a lot. But he would never tell him. Liam deserved someone who would really appreciate him. And who knew if he even was gay? Lars continued staring at his friend before going to bed as well. They slept in the same bed all night.

The next morning Lars woke up to find Liam was not lying next to him. Confused he looked around and found his friend at his computer. Typing in a wish to the wish granting website. Crap he forgot to close it yesterday and shut his pc down. Liam was done and pressed the enter button. The same thing as with Lars happened and the wish was somehow granted. Liam turned around to find Lars now sitting upright in the bed.

“Morning”, he said and Lars nodded.

“I am sorry for what happened yesterday”, Lars said.

“Don’t be. At least you showed me you care. And creating a website to make a wish was a sweet move of you. Thank you.”

Liam said and came back to the bed. He put back his socks on and sat down then.

“I guess I should go home now. Your parents might not be happy seeing you with another boy in a bed”, Liam said and wanted to go, when Lars took his arm and pulled him back. Liam was surprised, tumbled back, before falling on the bed. The lips of the boys met each other, after Liam fell down. A short and unwanted kiss was the result.

Surprised both boys moved their hats back.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to”, Lars began and looked at Liam.

He did not say anything. He was still processing what had happened right there. But after a short time Liam made a move and kissed Lars again. This time not by accident. Lars was completely surprised by this. But he did not fight it. It felt way too good. His penis got hard again. When their lips parted Liam looked at his friend with a sad expression.

“I am sorry, Lars. I did not know what’s gotten into me. Please forget what happened. It will not happen again”, Liam said and wanted to go again.

Tears filling his eyes again. Lars still got his arm, so Liam could not get away. Instead of pulling him back, Lars just got up and then approached Liam.

“Why would you say that? Did you not enjoy it?” Lars asked and moved his hand to Liam’s crotch.

He could feel, that the boy was hard.

“I did, but you and I”, Liam tried to put a sentence together but his emotions were too much.

“Let me tell you something, Liam. I was in the closet for so long. I guess it is time to come out. I enjoyed your company all the years. Not only as a friend. I was fantasising about more with you. Liam, I am in love with you”, he said and Liam looked shocked at him.

“But, your family, your friends”, Liam began.

“If they are not accepting it, they are neither my family nor my friends. I have not been there the last years for you. But now I want to be there for you. Maybe even for the rest of our live.”

Liam said nothing. He just snuggled up to Lars’s shoulder and started to cry again. Lars just hugged him, hoping to comfort his friend this way. It worked and Liam calmed down after some time.

“What do you say? We forget about the others and start a new live?”

“But Kyle still lives with me”, Liam said.

“And I don’t think I will get him out of the flat, anytime soon.”

“Then move in with me.”

“Here? I don’t think this will work out.”

“Well let’s start with a few days. I guess you need some peace and quiet and sleep. Let’s grab some things and you stay here for a few days. What do you say?”

Liam did not want to say anything and just nodded. So both boys went over to Liam’s flat. Only to find it trashed. Stuff was lying around everywhere. And Kyle was in the little space they shared. He seemed to be sleeping. The aroma of alcohol was in the air.

“What a pig”, Lars thought.

Liam did not say anything. He went straight to his room and began gathering some stuff. Meanwhile Lars was waiting for him to finish. Just as Liam was done gathering his stuff, Kyle woke up.

“Hey, what? A good you are back”, he said in a still drunken voice.

“You should get this shit cleaned up as soon as”, Kyles began.

Lars wanted to step in immidiatly, but Liam was faster.

“No. You made the mess, you clean it up.”

“What? How dare you talking to me like”, he began.

“I talk to you however I want. You are nothing more than a dirty pig that is a sucker for my and Lars socks”, Liam said.

Lars was confused why his friend should say something like this.

“You little. I should punch some sense in you. I will show you what kind of sucker I am for”, Kyle said and approached Liam.

Lars wanted to rush over, but Kyle was still so drunk that he fell to the floor directly in front of Liam’s feet.

“So good”, he moaned and began to sniff the feet of Liam.

“That’s what I thought. Come into my room and then you might have more of my feet”, Liam said and went back to his room.

Kyle crawled after him and Lars decided to take a look as well. There was his boyfriend sitting on his bed and the straight jock Kyle just sniffing away at his feet, while playing with his dick. Lars got hard as well just by watching it. Liam looked at him, smiled and tapped on the bed next to him. Unsure Lars sat down next to him.

“How did you?” he began.

“I guess the site worked. It fulfilled my wish. Now everything I say to Kyle, Nils and Martin will happen.”

Lars felt a tug at his feet and saw Kyle pulling off his shoes to sniff his feet as well.

“Now what do you say, Kyle. Would you like to be at our feet forever?”

“Yes. Oh fuck yes.”

“Well then so be it. After all you are nothing more than our socks.”

With that Kyle’s body began to transform. The fabric of the socks began to engulf him, until he was completely covered. He disappeared and was now Liam’s and Lars’s socks.

“He is pretty comfortable. I guess this was a good decision”, Liam said.

Lars was still a little bit confused but was so turned on by his boyfriend right now, that he did not ask anything.

“What happened? Where am I?” Kyle’s voice suddenly echoed through their brains.

He sounded sobered up.

“You are at our feet”, Liam answered and wiggled his toes.

Kyle moaned with pleasure by the sensation.

“This is impossible. When I am getting out here, I will”, he said between moans.

“Oh shut it. You have two options here, Kyle. The first is to continue threatening me and you will stay as you are right now. Or you can shut up and strike a deal with me”, Liam said.

“What kind of deal?”

“I will tell you if you decide. If you want the deal you will have to fulfil it. No getting out of it.”

“Sure. What kind of sick game you wanna play, faggot?”

“That is what I thought. I am giving you six months. In these six months you will have to make Martin and Nils put on a special pair of socks. If you succeed you will not be turned into a sock again. But you will still be a dirty sock loving slave for us. If you fail, well you will just turn back into our socks. Do we have a deal?”

“As if I could lose this. Everything is better than being a pair of socks.”

“Oh well. Then you will turn back into your old self. Let me and Lars leave the flat in peace and try to carry out the deal. You will be handed the special socks. You just need them to put them on. The rest will happen then.”

Slowly the socks began to lose fabric and Kyle was lying back on the ground naked. He stood up and began covering up.

“Oh stop that. This is nothing to be embarrassed of.”

Kyle took his hands away and now Liam as well as Lars got a good look at him. He was smaller than Lars would have thought.

“Guess he got some compensating to do, for this” Liam pointed at Kyle’s dick and laughed.

Then Liam took two pairs of his socks and handed them to Kyle. Lars and Liam left the flat and Kyle to fulfil his part of the deal.  On their way back, Lars began asking Liam.

“How comes you choose this kind of deal for him?”

“Just imagine. His parents have a lot of cash. This way I can take advantage of him as he did of me.”

“Sure but how do you know, I would like this?”

“Do you not?”

“Well”, Lars began.

“No worries. You will soon see how good this is.”

Lars nodded.

“But anyway, why did Kyle agree to the deal? Was that you’re doing as well?”

“Not really. I guess he just heard, that he will not be our socks and that was all he heard. I am pretty sure he will not make it happen. So he will lose anyway.”

With that both boys stopped with the topic and began talking about other stuff. The weeks went by and the relationship between Liam and Lars grew more and more. Lars even told his parents how it was and they were okay with it. Even offered Liam to stay with them. But he just said that he was just waiting for Kyle to move out, which could be every day. And then the day came. Kyle wrote him, that he had fulfilled his part of the deal. Liam was a little bit surprised, but happy. He told Kyle that he would need to wait until tomorrow for conformation and then he would fulfil his end of the bargain.

A little bit earlier:

Nils, Martin and Kyle were sitting together in Kyle’s room. He had the special socks prepared for them and a plan how he would them make them put on.

“Hey how about a game? If I beat both of you in the next game, you will put on theses socks. Just once and then you can take them off again. Sounds good?”

“What the fuck man? What kind of weird game should this be?”

“Oh come on. It will be fun.”

“Well since you will not beat the both of us, we can play. When you lose you will put them on and lick both our feet”, Nils said challenging and looked at Kyle.

Jokes on you, I was waiting for this. God how much I want to lick those soles, Kyle thought and nodded.

So they began to play. Against the odds, Kyle came out victorious.

“Guess I won. Time for you to”, he began, when Nils and Martin already grabbed the socks and put them on.

“Now happy?” Martin asked.

“Sure. You can take them off now.”

Both boys looks at their feet and began to move their toes. Under the fabric, their own socks had disappeared and now they were only wearing Liam’s socks. Nils wore black socks with paws under his feet. Martin wore the same socks but in white.

“You know, somehow they feel pretty comfortable. I guess I will keep them”, Nils said.

“Sure, why not? I don’t care. They belong to Liam.”

“Ha to the faggot? No wonder. Only more a reason to keep them.”

With that they continued playing. Some hours later Martin and Nils went home. They lived close to each other, so they were driving with one car.

“Never expected to have Kyle making us do something like this”, Nils said.

“Me neither. But you were no better. What kind of idea was this?”

“Oh. If he wants to play, then he should pay for it.”

“Yeah and still we lost. But somehow I don’t know why but I don’t want to take these socks off”, Martin said.

“Me neither. They are so comfy and I don’t know. I cannot really describe it.”

“I know man. Bet yours are not as comfy as mine.”

“Bet mine are even comfier.”

“Never.”

“Try them”, Nils said, after he parked the car.

So both boys began exchanging one sock each and now either of them was wearing one black and one white puppy sock.

“You are right they are equally comfy”, Martin said.

“See? Told you. Well then, see you tomorrow.”

With that both boys parted and went into their rooms.

Nils was on his bed thinking about the day when suddenly he got hard as a rock. Confused he pulled his pants down and looked at his dick.

“Man, why am I so pent up?”

He began playing with himself. But today it felt different. It felt wrong to touch his dick. He could not cum. Not even getting closer to it. He was hard but still it felt bad to play with himself. Curios he took his black sock off and put it over his dick. A totally new sensation erupted from it. He began moaning and now he noticed that he was getting closed to an orgasm. A few minutes later he came. The orgasm was something else. It felt different. His dick even felt different. Spent he was lying there, the sperm filled sock still on his cock. But to his surprise his dick did not go down. He was still hard, begging again for release. So Nils began rubbing again. What he did not notice, was that the sock was now stuck to his dick, while the white one was stuck to his foot. He kept rubbing and rubbing. With each stroke his sperm got pushed into the fabric. Not long and he had another orgasm and filled the sock even more. But his dick still refused to go down, so he continued. After some time, the fabric decided that it was time to claim his new host. So it began spreading around his body. Bit by bit was swallowed by the fabric. Black and white. First his legs. Then his belly, his arms, his hands and at last even his head.

“Oh yes”, was the last thing Nils said and would say for the rest of his live.

His mouth was sealed by the sock fabric and he was nothing more than a black and white sock. The third orgasm sealed his new form and so there was no going back. His body began to hollow out. Everything turned to fabric. It felt so good, having his body rearranged. At last there was only socks left of what had been Nils. Martin had the same experience and he was transformed as well. They blacked out and woke up the next morning.

Oh what a night, Nils thought and tried to get up. His body was not responding.

“What the fuck?”, he asked trying to look around.

Everything was black. Where was he? From the smell he must be fallen into a pile of dirty socks.

“Finally awake, I see”, Liam said and sudden light flooded Nils’s eyes.  

Now he could see why it had been so dark. He had been shoved into a shoe. Liam’s shoe.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Oh nothing special”, Liam responded and suddenly Nils saw Martin.

He was on Liam’s foot. So that would mean, he was on Liam’s foot as well. That would explain the smell.

“Release me this instant”, Nils demanded.

“Oh hush, little sock. You are not only on my feet, but on Lars as well. Trust me you will love this new live. You lost the game against Kyle so it was only fair. Now I can take advantage of you, how you did of me. Enjoy it”, Liam said and Nils wanted to answer, when suddenly Kyle came into view.

He was completely naked and hard as a rock. A hand grabbed Nils and he was pulled closed to Kyles face. Air was forced through his body, cooling him down, giving him a shiver, as Kyle inhaled the scent. Then something wet was dragged along Nils’s body. It was Kyles tongue. Every bit of his body that was touched with the saliva was tingling. Nils felt so good. Even though he had no physical dick anymore he felt hard. Kyle continued with his worshipping and Nils felt like he was cumming over and over.  

“That was the a good whish, darling”, Lars said, looking over to Liam.

“I know. He Kyle after you are done with our feet, go make us breakfast”, he said.

“Anything you like master. But please let me cum”, he begged.

“Maybe after breakfast, if you are a good sock slave.”

With that Kyle continued his worshipping. Nils and Martin lost their last resistance with all the pleasure and Lars was happy that Liam finally got what he deserved. A boyfriend and Kyle, how would do anything for them.

[mysterious-ocarina]

Multi-Bitch

Chuuya Nakahara x reader

A/N my longest fic yet, I just couldn't stop writing. I love him so muuuuch. Fun fact, I only started the show because I saw a random edit of him and dazai and decided I needed a piece of that. also just got caught up on the manga and boy oh boy such a good story!!!

please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content

Main Masterlist BSD Masterlist Requests AO3

(3.7k words)

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “Out of all the Port Mafia members that you could have paired me with, why did it have to be him?”

Ranpo was sitting in front of you, happily enjoying his bag of chips. You were tempted to grab the bag from his hands but you were too nice of a person to do it.

“Because, you guys would be a good combative match,” he informed you, mouth full of food. “I already know where you two need to go and what to look for. The mission shouldn’t take long, even for idiots like you guys.”

You would have strangled Ranpo’s scrawny neck if Kunikida hadn’t stepped in. “Look, I know you don’t like working with the Port Mafia, much less him, but it needs to be done.”

Kunikida’s right. There was someone out there killing people without leaving any trace of being there.

“And we’re sure that this is an ability user and not something that the police can handle?” you asked. For all you know, it could just be a very thorough criminal. You were going to try anything to not do this mission, not that it will work.

“Am I ever wrong? Nope, so best run along,” Ranpo waved at you with a giggle.

You sighed before grabbing your stuff at your desk. You made your way to the cafe downstairs, waiting for your partner to arrive.

“Well, if it isn’t Multi-Bitch. Didn’t know you would be my partner for this,” the one and only Chuuya Nakahara voiced behind you.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll spill my coffee on you, it’s still hot,” you replied, refusing to turn around and acknowledge him. 

Chuuya took a seat next to you, “Do you know where we are supposed to go? I want to get this over with so I can get away from you faster.”

Being as professional as you could, you handed him a piece of paper with the address on it. “The ability user should be in this inn. We need to stake it out, and figure out which guest is the next target, then prevent anything from happening.”

“I don’t understand,” he replied.

“Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t expect someone as hot-headed as you to understand strategy,” you easily retorted back.

Fuming, getting close to your face, “I understand strategy, just not this one. How are we supposed to figure out who the next victim is?”

Pushing his face away from you with your finger, you coolly answer him, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out the next victim when we watch a suspicious person trying to break into another person’s room. God, you are so incredibly dense.”

“You know, one day you’re going to get what’s coming for you. I would love to beat you in a fight,” Chuuya replied, red in the face with anger.

“Can’t wait,” you shrugged, getting up from your seat. “As exhilarating a fight with you might be, I think we both know which of us would end up the victor.”

“We can test that out right now,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.

You didn’t have a reply as you stared up at him. The hand on your arm felt like it was burning and there was some unknown feeling buzzing between the two of you. You opened your mouth to offer a mean retort but nothing came out.

“Let go of me, asshat,” you replied, instead. Seething, you ripped your arm from his grasp and made your way outside the cafe to get this mission started.

You didn’t dare look back to the man behind you, but you heard as he sighed and followed you out the doors.

Chuuya hopped onto his motorcycle. You tried to not focus on the way his hands gripped the handlebars and the way his thighs looked, straddling the machine. You hopped on too and wiped your hands on your pants, a nervous habit.

“Grab on to me tight, princess. Wouldn’t want you to fall off,” he paused, turning his face to look at you. “Actually, in that case, nevermind.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you barked, wrapping your hands around his waist. You could feel his stomach clench as he laughed at you.

The entire ride to the inn, you thought about the man in front of you. Sure, he pissed you off to no end, but that didn’t mean you were blind. He was certainly attractive, especially with the confidence he carried himself with. If you were to see him on the street, without knowing him, you would have thought he was your type.

That didn’t seem to matter though because he seemed to make it his life mission to piss you off. He antagonized you more than Dazai antagonized him, which was saying a lot. You two have never had any combat fights thankfully, ‘cause his ability could definitely overpower yours if he wanted to.

“We’re here,” he announced, parking his motorcycle. You let go of his waist and stretched your legs.

Chuuya stood, leaning against his bike, “How long do we have to wait?”

“I don’t think too long. All of the murders happen around this time so if we go by that information, they’ll be here within an hour,” you replied.

The both of you sat in tense silence, as you watched the inn for anything suspicious. Finally, you broke the silence, “Lemme ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” Chuuya waved his hand at you, clearly bored.

“Why are you so hostile to me? It can’t possibly be just ‘cause I’m in the agency,” you asked. You always wondered why the two of you had the kind of relationship you had. Most of the mafia and agency were pretty much indifferent to each other. The only serious discourse was between Atsushi and Akutagawa as well as Chuuya and Dazai. Then there's you and Chuuya, which doesn’t really feel like hate but it certainly does not feel warm and fuzzy.

“You’re so easy to bother, it’s funny to me,” he paused, as if he wanted to continue but chose not to elaborate.

“You hate me, just because it’s easy to,” you seethed, stepping up to him.

“Woah, woah. I never said I hated you, I just like to piss you off. You’re the one that hates me,” he defended himself, pointing a finger at you.

“I never said I hated you either,” you replied back. You grabbed his finger from in front of you, twisting it back until he yelled.

“You fucking Multi-Bitch. What the hell is wrong with you? How are you going to say you don’t hate me and then hurt me right after?” Chuuya seethed, holding his finger in front of his chest.

“Maybe because I just like to piss you off,” you mocked his earlier statement. “And quit calling me that.”

He got incredibly close to your face again. So close, you could feel his breath on your face. That unspoken tension buzzed between you again. You leaned forward, thinking about indulging in a fantasy you tried to bury deep within yourself. Chuuya seemed to stop breathing as you both stood there, sharing your breaths. Before either of you could do something unspeakable, Chuuya glanced behind you.

“Shit, look,” he grabbed you, pulling you behind a nearby car in the parking lot.

Facing away from him, red dusting your cheeks, you saw what he was talking about. A person walked to each window, looking through until they reached a room with occupants in it. Without touching the door, they opened it and walked inside.

As soon as you heard screaming, the two of you burst into action making your way to the room. You tried the door knob but it was locked.

“Chuuya,” you notified, before stepping back and pointing at the doorknob. He kicked the door down, startling the intruder.

Entering the room, you saw a woman and a small boy, presumably the people staying in this room, cowering in the corner of the room. Then you took in the man who was wearing a mask covering the bottom half of his face. This man, stood between you and the victims, arm outstretched towards a dagger floating in the air in front of him.

He turned to face you, pulling his face mask down. A crazed smile plastered on his face, “What do we have here?”

His voice sent shivers of disgust through you but you’ve dealt with worse so you steeled yourself.

Chuuya, without hesitation, replied, “Two people who are going to kick your ass.”

You sighed, annoyed, “Dude, there’s literally a child right there.”

He shrugged, as if to say oh well.

“Do you want to know why I was able to kill so many people without a trace of evidence?” the man asked, stepping away from the family and closer to you.

“Not really, but I bet you’ll tell us anyway,” you rolled your eyes, looking like the definition of nonchalant. In the corner of your eye, you saw Chuuya smirk at your attitude.

The man stepped closer to you. As uncomfortable as his proximity made you, each step further away from the victims was a small victory for you.

“Using my ability, I don’t have to touch anything. No fingerprints on the door, nor the blade I use. You would be surprised how easy it is to evade getting caught by only simply not leaving fingerprints,” the man rambled. 

You and Chuuya shared a look. A telekinetic ability user shouldn’t be too hard for the two of you but you need to get the victims out of harm's way as soon as possible.

“You know, most people would use their telekinesis to get the tv remote when they're lying down. I guess most people aren’t psychotic like you,” you smirked.

Before the man could reply, Chuuya ran at the man, aiming a kick to his stomach. Knowing that Chuuya can handle a decent fight, you used his distraction to get to the woman and boy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here,” you whispered. You wiped a tear from the boy’s face and gave him a soft, comforting smile. You grabbed his hand and gave the woman a smile too. Once the woman and child were outside and safe, you made your way back into the motel room.

The man had straddled Chuuya and had his dagger dangerously close to Chuuya’s neck. Coming up behind the man, you wrapped your legs around him before flipping him over behind you. While he was disoriented, you grabbed Chuuya’s hand, helping him up.

“I had that,” Chuuya complained, dusting scuff marks off his pants.

“Sure you did,” you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him.

Before Chuuya could retort, the man got up. Both you and Chuuya got ready for more fighting.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you questioned, holding your hand out.

“I think so, princess,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your hand tightly in his.

You let your ability loose, watching as multiple exact copies of yourself and Chuuya materialized around the room. Chuuya had you and your copies lightly hovering over the man, towering over him.

“Over here,” you giggled, your voice echoing from all directions of the room from each copy of you.

You watched the man look around his surroundings wildly, not knowing which copy was the real one.

“I may not be able to hurt you because of your ability, boy,” the man seethed. “But I can certainly harm your lady friend.”

Before either of you could move, you watched as the man controlled his dagger, making it fly through the air into each of your copies, too fast to dodge.  One by one, each of your copies dematerialized as they were hit with his flying dagger, until eventually you felt a sharp pain right below your stomach. 

Letting go of Chuuya’s hand to hold your stomach, you fell to the ground.

“Stupid bitch, you really thought you could beat me. I must take your lives in place of the two you guys saved,” the man chuckled.

You looked down at your hands on your stomach, gagging at the amount of blood covering them. Not able to think straight, you weren’t entirely too sure what happened but you could see a blur of a fight until Chuuya was straddling the man.

You couldn’t move, and it was then when you realized why there was no sign of struggle in any of the victims. There was a paralytic chemical laced on the blade. You coughed up blood, alerting Chuuya.

“Shit, it’s gonna be fine, princess,” Chuuya panicked. He crawled towards you, reaching for your stomach. You grabbed his hand the best you could in your state.

“Chu-” you coughed again, eyes becoming glassy. “Don’t touch it. There’s something on it that paralyzes his victims.”

“Well what the hell do I do then? We need to stop the bleeding, I’ll call the agency. That doctor girl of yours should be able to help, right?” Chuuya rattled. His anxiety was palpable but you felt eerily calm.

“L-look how bad I’m bleeding. They won’t get here in time,” you coughed again. You could taste the blood in your mouth. “Didn’t know getting stabbed in the stomach could be so bad.”

Chuuya sent out a quick text before giving you a half hearted chuckle, “Still sassy as ever with your own blood covering your front.”

“It’s my best quality,” you lightly boasted. You felt light-headed, “I’m tired, Chuuya.”

You let your head rest against the wall behind you.

“Oh no, princess. Don’t close your eyes,” Chuuya quickly instructed. He pushed some hair away from your blood soaked mouth. Voice cracking, “Who am I supposed to argue with, if you’re not here.”

“There’s always Dazai,” you chuckled, earning an eye roll in response. “I-I never hated you, Chuuya. Actually, I quite enjoy our light-hearted banter. It makes me feel like a normal person, not some gifted powerhouse, capable of murder.”

You never heard his response as you slipped into unconsciousness.

“Well if it isn’t Port Mafia Exec. Chuuya Nakahara. . . again,” Dazai commented. He had walked up to your infirmary bed, only to find Chuuya in the uncomfortable chair beside your bed. He had bags under his eyes.

Yosono was able to fix you up, considering how close to death you were, but you still hadn’t woken up a few days later. Chuuya had refused to leave your bedside, surprising not only himself but those of the agency.

“Shut it, asshole,” Chuuya replied, not in the mood to deal with his former partner.

“Why are you still here?” Dazai questioned, getting into Chuuya’s face. “Hoping she dies and you can bring information to the boss.”

“I don’t know why I’m here. I just know that I’m not leaving till she’s awake,” Chuuya replied in a hostile voice. His own feelings were confusing him.

“Aw, do you like our dear y/n?” Dazai teased.

“Do you need something, asshole?” Chuuya hastily replied, dodging the question.

“You’re as transparent as always. I know you well enough to know how you feel,” Dazai bragged about his intelligence.

Lacking a response, Chuuya just rolled his eyes with a groan. Taking pity on the poor man, Dazai dropped a bag of food on your bed in front of Chuuya.

“There’s food for you and her. I know you haven’t eaten and neither has she. She’ll probably wake up today,” Dazai waved his hands at Chuuya.

Ignoring the fact that Dazai was nice enough to get him food, he questioned, “How the hell do you know that?”

“‘Cause, I know everything,” Dazai boasted.

“God, I hate you,” Chuuya seethed. Dazai simply left the room, laughing as he went.

You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them as you were blinded by the bright lights. You could recognize the clean smell of the agency infirmary, meaning you were in fact alive. You could feel an IV hooked up to your arm and a heavy weight in your hand.

You groaned, trying to stretch your muscles but feeling too tired to be able to.

“Well, rise and shine, princess,” you heard a familiar rasp. You opened your eyes fully to see a tired looking Chuuya. “I have food for us to eat.”

“What the hell happened?” you questioned. With a groan, you tried to sit up. Chuuya placed his hands on your back to help you up. You welcomed the warmth of his body so close to you.

“Well, after y-you were. . . hurt, I was able to get Dazai and your doctor. She was able to fix you immediately but you’ve been asleep for a few days. She said that even though she fixed your injuries, the stress on your body would make you in need of rest,” Chuuya explained. He opened up the food bag and handed you a burger. His hand was shaking and you weren’t sure why.

“A few days?” you questioned, taking a bite of your burger, moaning at the delicious taste.

Chuuya hummed an affirmative, taking a bite of his burger. Neither of you said anything as you both sat and ate. You were still hungry after your burger and fries so Chuuya gave you the rest of his burger.

You cleared your throat, “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yup,” Chuuya replied, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Chuuya~” you sang, teasingly. “Did you want to make sure that your favorite detective was going to stay alive?”

“Well it’s not hard to be my favorite detective when the rest of your colleagues are asswipes, especially a certain suicidal maniac,” Chuuya grunted, not denying anything, arms crossed against his chest.

“I’m honored to be your favorite,” you giggled. “I think you’re my favorite psycho mafia member.”

You watched as crimson covered his cheeks and ears before he turned to face you again, pouting, “Hey, I am not a psycho.”

You hummed, dubiously, “To be debated.”

“Whatever. God, you’re so annoying,” Chuuya replied, not able to hide the smile that was beginning to form on his face.

“Seriously, I’m glad you’re awake,” he nervously informed you, making crimson cover your face this time. “Did you mean what you said, about not hating me?”

“I meant it all,” you replied, confidently. Tired of hiding your feelings from yourself, you were going to be transparent. You grabbed his free hand, holding in yours.

Chuuya stared at your joined hands, seemingly in thought. Eventually he spoke up, “I was really worried about you. Especially because you were talking like you were going to die, which I knew I didn’t want to happen.”

Taking the initiative, you pulled Chuuya’s hand bringing him closer to you.

Face still red, he smirked at your boldness. He closed the distance until your faces were inches apart.

“Earlier, when we were in this position, I wanted to kiss you,” Chuuya whispered. So you weren’t the only one who felt the tension. Good to know.

“What stopped you?” you whispered back.

“Your annoying face,” Chuuya smirked, before closing the distance further.

You shouldn’t have expected any less from Chuuya but he kissed you with passion. It was not a soft and gentle kiss. It was like making out with the devil.

The butterflies in your stomach released with a moan coming out of your mouth. Chuuya smirked, pulling away. He gave you a soft second kiss before backing all the way up.

“Wow,” you said with a sigh. Chuuya gave you a smile. You wiped the smile off his face by saying, “No wonder you were single. Your kissing skills could use some work.”

“God, what is wrong with you?” he groaned. It was your turn to smirk now, which was soon replaced with a smile when he questioned, “Were single?”

“Well, of course. Do you expect me to share my mafia executive?” you asked. Chuuya gave you an eye roll.

“Then if my kissing skills could use some work, can I practice on you, Multi-bitch?” he laughed.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you, “Only if you stop calling me that.”

“Never,” he replied, before swooping in to kiss you again.

BONUS

You were sitting at your ADA desk, finishing paperwork that you were behind on since your injury. You were simply minding your business but when Dazai is around, that doesn’t seem to matter.

“Soooo. . .” Dazai scooted his chair closer to you. “How are you feeling, Juliett?”

“You talking to me? Who the hell is Juliette?” you questioned the maniac in front of you.

“You know, like Romeo and Juliett,” Dazai easily answered. He had a wide smile on his face, making him look more sadistic than over.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not committing suicide with you. Leave me alone.”

He scoffed at your answer, “First of all, I only ask pretty woman to commit suicide with me. That’s not what I meant. I was talking about you and that waste of space of my ex-partner. If you’re Juliett and he’s Romeo, then that makes the agency the Capulets and the mafia the Montagues. But that doesn’t make sense because I imagine the agency to be blue and the mafia to be red.”

You flicked his forehead, stopping him from continuing his stupid thought. You groaned, exasperated, “Shut the hell up.”

“I’m just saying. I knew you guys would be a perfect match from the start. I am the one who suggested you two for that mission,” Dazai boasted.

“And how the hell would you know we would be a match,” you sighed. You understood Chuuya’s exasperation when it came to the suicidal maniac.

“Because. I just know everything,” Dazai claimed. You got up to smack him in the face. He held his cheek with a pout.

When you sat back down, you saw your phone screen light up with a text message.

Can’t wait to see you later, princess.

You smiled, replying with a that makes one of us :)

[batsplat]

casey if you want the showers-

https://www.tumblr.com/kingofthering/766887733130084352/sounds-fantastic

random thought: maybe being a part of a structure like the academy might have fixed teenage casey stoner……

(x) he's getting in the shower, he's enjoying the sausage, he's having it all

and oh hm this is SUCH an interesting idea that had never occurred to me. with the academy, I often think about how valentino himself never ever would have joined it... just this implicitly subservient position to another rider, any restraints placed on individualism, losing the ability to define himself to the same extent... I do actually think valentino would be pretty good at team sports, like it's not a loner mentality that would be the dealbreaker - it's just that specifically the academy vibe would not have been for him

with casey... I mean, yeah, maybe? yeah, I reckon you're right. that could have worked miracles for casey. the closest he got was being one of alberto puig's kids for a while (hence the 27 to dani's 26), but obviously that was a very different vibe. this is how puig is being described in 2006 (x):

Puig is a very powerful figure in the paddock, running teams in the lower classes, as well as the MotoGP Academy, widely acknowledged as the best route into premier class racing for young riders. His influence is hard to exaggerate, and when you add in his forceful personality, known for attempting to silence those who criticize his riders, this makes him a potentially disruptive figure in any team. He is, like so many people involved at the very highest levels of professional sport, utterly driven, and people who are so driven often find it difficult to keep a sense of perspective. Alberto Puig is concerned with only one thing: that the riders he coaches should win. Nothing else matters. In a sense, this is totally understandable: He is paid to nurture young talent to produce winning riders, and he is remarkably good at his job. But his focus and his drive rubs off on his protégés, and can turn them into single-minded, dour automatons, concerned only with their own performance, and little else.

not very valentino, is it. like you do probably want an actual academy-esque structure where the kids within it actually get the chance to... y'know. bond. care about each other. no puig

and while puig did play a critical role in casey's career, that's still a connection that had more or less fizzled out by the time casey gets to motogp. so obviously no real equivalent in casey's career. and... I mean, yeah, surely it would have changed a lot. it always comes back to the same few things with casey, doesn't it. casey, who was bullied at school, who was frequently made an outsider even in the australian motorcycling community until he was eventually pushed out of the country entirely... the impact of this hypothetical academy structure does depend a bit on when it would GET to casey - because by the age vr46 typically steps in, a lot of casey's formative experiences have already happened to him. he doesn't get a racing licence from the AJRRA (the australian road racing association controlled mainly by parents of kids casey had been beating most of his life). he has to leave the country. they leave his sister behind. they depend on the charity of others in england. his family is 100% financially dependent on his racing success. every opportunity feels like it could be his last. like... this is stuff that's kind of set by the time he's 14-15. the contrast between his childhood and valentino's is discussed in this post:

and yeah, obviously a lot of that stuff would have already happened. then again, having somebody step in when he was... what, maybe 16-17-ish? and give him some job + financial security... I mean in blunt terms, I know this ask was probably more thinking about the community aspect - but you cannot understate the importance that these practical elements would have had for casey. and yes, there's the more emotional element of... finally being let into a club, of having someone fight your corner, of knowing you've got this structure looking out for you. of handling your contract negotiations - casey also talks about how he and his father frequently just felt like they didn't GET the paddock politics; the insider/outsider dynamic is so foundational to his experience in the sport. all these unspoken rules casey just didn't know... having someone there who DOES know and is looking out for you and can take care of everything bar the riding would have made such a difference

and my god, yeah, there's the community aspect. so much of casey's time in the sport is defined by how deeply, deeply lonely he was. the childhood friendships he'd had either get left behind or are eroded by competitive tensions. he never gets close to another premier class rider, doesn't get particularly close to his team either. in 2009, he said his only friend in the paddock was his wife. and... y'know, while I have no doubt the paddock could feel like a pretty hostile place, I also reckon it would've been a good thing for someone to force casey out of his shell a little bit. like, I get not getting close to your direct competitors, I doubt I'd be massively different, but maintaining that level of distance from basically everyone you travel with most of the year feels... not ideal. at least befriend some of the mechanics my man. looking at some of the canonical vr46 academy riders - naming no names, but I can also easily imagine them in the loner category if the academy hadn't picked them up. and at least THEY could still fall back on childhood friends and acquaintances if they hadn't had the academy, more so than a bloke who moved to a different continent aged fourteen. casey needed some friends!! and maybe just an occasional reminder that not the whole world is out to get him

so YEAH I do agree an academy-esque structure would've made a MASSIVE difference... to the extent that it's almost tough to imagine that version of casey. it does make you realise just how foundational all of this angst feels to casey, in a sad way. what does he even look like without his isolation... you might wonder whether that change would take a bit of his edge away - it's just undeniable that he got a lot of motivation and drive out of his oppositional dynamic with the rest of the world. he wanted to show everyone that they were wrong about him... the rejection by the club back home in australia made him angry, the rejection of teams in motogp made him angry... and well, his circumstances did make him desperate. they made him hungry. it's what he talks about here, isn't it, the feeling that some young riders just aren't taking their riding seriously enough, contrasting it to how he knew he had to take every single opportunity he was given. valentino vs casey about young riders (2009//2013):

(remember that the question valentino got explicitly referred back to an earlier answer about casey - "serious and sad" is kinda his characterisation of casey specifically)

then again. saying this pain was necessary to casey's success would be needlessly myopic, casey has plenty of drive even without piling on the horrors when he was 16-20, give the kid some friends y'know. you can still be plenty neurotic within an academy, you can still cultivate a persecution complex, look at pecco. also, y'know, obviously sports success isn't worth miserable children and never will be. and I suspect casey himself has softened a bit from the stance expressed in his autobiography - I've been thinking again about that podcast interview he gave earlier this year that takes a more explicitly critical view on how his parents forced their dream on him

speaking of, another big benefit of the academy is in outsourcing the role of enforcing discipline so that it's no longer the parents doing it, which again just feels considerably healthier. casey basically says as much in his autobiography:

though, again, I wouldn't call puig a particularly helpful influence either, and jorge's experience with amatriain should be enough evidence that it doesn't take a parent to establish an unhealthy (and even abusive) dynamic. obviously, the assumption here is that you drop casey in a vr46-esque academy - for all his sins, the academy valentino set up in no way resembles how these other 'talent spotters' manage their charges. it's just... it's a safety net, isn't it, in every sense. financially, job security-wise, socially... obviously it's always going to be performance-dependent, yes, but that bit's never going to be an issue for any version of casey

so, yeah. maybe not 'fix' casey exactly, but it would've changed so much for him... it does feel like it would've been an unambiguously positive presence in his life. no, it wouldn't just erase all his issues with the sport - but if he could've found a place within an academy structure like that, he would've been a lot happier for it. probably could've loved the sport more than he did. certainly would've felt a lot less alone

[chris-continues]

Random ideas:

Mermaid knives? 👀

Escape room together with Nai?

Clothing shopping with Nai? Maybe make him try goofy stuff for fun :>

What color wax do u think Nai would use the most for wax seals? I have a wax seal kit and I thought I'd try makin something that would be atleast similar to what Nai would make

Do u think he would ride a motorcycle?

(Sorry if this is alot.....)

Omg I want to answer all of these time for a load of hcs heehehhehheheh

Random Knives HC’s

So I couldn’t come up w much for mermaid au, but escape room Knives will plague my mind since I’ve been to an escape room once and I loved it.

Escape room

-he’d think they’re overpriced and whatever but Vash knows he likes murder mystery stuff.. so he supposes he can indulge him 

-he actually gets kinda into it but tries to hide it LMAO

-Vash will take him again to like celebrate smth (like passing an important exam or getting an internship somewhere he was really looking forward to) and they take you with them

-you get into it too and Vash helps to keep track of clues while you guys solve it

-you’re on his mind even moreso after that- your excited face after you found a clue, or a new lead, or how you peered over his shoulder cautiously to see what puzzle he was solving.. god.

-yeah the pining continues

Clothing shopping

-Nai doesn’t like shopping for brand new things- having to start adulthood far too early in poverty meant that he had to find cheaper ways to access necessities. Such as clothes

-hence why knives loves thrifting. He’s a goodwill god, if I do say so myself

-imagine sifting through racks together and you find a goofy sweater for him. (You suggest he wears it and he scoffs- good naturedly, but with a bit of playful fire nonetheless).

-you find some cute things while he’s looking for whatever he needs- usually not much, however on occasion he needs more professional wear, or he’s looking for Vash

-I do think you’d mostly be sifting through clothes in minimal silence- he brings his headphones to listen to a podcast. You’re listening to the same one, he has excellent taste :)

-you brush forearms as you shop, shuffling beside one another awkwardly in the cramped area of the aisles, faces a bit flushed from your proximity

-guess what? The pining continues

-thrifting is something that brings you both comfort when not outside your home though. It’s a routine that happens in your relationship- when you’re both in a shopping mood, that is. In happenstance, if you feel like spending the day in and Knives has to run errands, he will definitely look for you more. This shirt reminds him of you, or those shoes. You’d like that.

Romantic letters

- @coffinbeananteiku (aka Sam) is the one that came up w/ the wax seal color hcs!

-she mentioned that Knives would overthink the color meanings and end up choosing either black or white (I’ve mentioned it once on my blog I think) but definitely give them a follow! I love her ideas a ton :D

-for my own thoughts? Knives loves the flow of writing in cursive. He almost never does on schoolwork, to make grading easier and neater, and he usually types anyways

-but his handwriting is elegant and direct in its own way, complimenting the utter devotion in his words as he writes to you. It’s easier for him to piece his thoughts out delicately onto the table before placing them onto the paper, sealing it once he’s read it 2-3 times (or more) and leaving it at your doorstep- as is routine for whenever he drops off letters.

Motorcycle?

-BWANAHAJAJAHAHAHAAH *cackles* no of course not/lh

-you think after he lost his only parental figure and his brother having lasting health conditions + the loss of an arm to a car accident, he’d be adamant on nothing as dangerous as a motorcycle

-you are in fact correct in that assumption

-Wolfwood rides a motorcycle though, Vash rides with him. And when Knives caught wind of the news, he was furious. How could Vash be so reckless?

-It’s weeks before Knives fully cools down, but it’s got a lasting effect on him. He needs alone time. For several days. He’s enraged.

-once he finally talks to Vash he’s biting his cheek roughly, hands grasping the arm of the couch tightly. “You do know it’s dangerous, correct?”

-“And I know you care-“

-“I do.”

-it’s a disagreement that Vash knows is plenty reasonable from his brother, and it never fully simmers.

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Hiii!

I love your Wilson x peds story! I love how he's so in love with her... Would you be able to write how they met? I'd love to see his reaction to her ehehe

Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language.

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Let's establish first of all that James fell for peds first. Her first day on the job of Head of Paediatrics and it was lunch time and she was desperate for a sandwich. However, Cuddy hadn't gotten that far into the tour because of a 'House' emergency. So she plucked up the courage and tapped a doctor on the shoulder. He turned around and managed to lower his gaze to meet her bright eyes.

He was so overcome by her smile that he'd barely registered what she'd said.

"Pardon?" "Where's the cafeteria? I'm new see, Dr y/l/n head of peds." "James Wilson, head of oncology." They shook hands and he didn't want to ever let her go. But he eventually did when she'd registered the awkward length of the handshake.

This is when they met but they didn't actually have the joy of working together until 2 weeks into her stay.

Unfortunately, it was anything but joyful.

She had a patient, 6 year old girl, who was in for persistent headaches.

She'd done a CT scan and there had been something weird on the scan that she didn't understand, but as it was a mass she felt it safer to take it to Wilson.

He'd been so happy when she'd entered his office and suddenly became as nervous as a teenage boy. Going as far to try but fail to tidy up his desk for her. But this was all ruined when he saw the scan.

"Y/n, it's a brain tumour. It's malignant. I know that is the answer you feared. But that is what this is."

Y/n began to giggle uncomfortably as tears streamed down her cheeks. James is used to this sight now, knowing it is her way of coping. But the first time he saw it, his heart broke a little. Someone so strong and positive reduced to fragility.

In that moment he wanted nothing more than to gather her up in his arms but professionalism refrained him.

She went to leave his office, having to give the new diagnosis. But she faltered and turned back to him and her meek voice just managed to offer...

"Coul--could you c-come with me." "Of course."

And James stood right next to y/n as she delivered the news to the child's parents. Only offering a gentle touch on the shoulder when he saw her professionalism begin to crack upon hearing the wails of the mother.

After the worst was over and when she came off her shift after going through all the possible options with the girl and her parents, she once more ran into James who had sat waiting outside her office for 30 minutes.

He jumped up when he saw her. Seeing the glassy look in her eyes, he chose not to bother burdening her with the "Are you okay?" question.

Instead he chose to merely randomly shout "Pizza?".

She turned around laughing and waited for him to elaborate.

"Would you like to come round my flat for pizza and beer? Only if you want to of course, it's just that's what I like after days like today."

"I'd love that." She giggled. She grabbed her stuff from her office and joined him to walk out of the hospital.

"So does your wife take care of you with pizza and beer after rough days?"

"No, no wife. I don't usually have anyone on those nights."

"ah i see. Maybe I can return the favour next time." She winked up at him.

"I'd like that." They both found their fingers dancing towards the other and they felt the electricity bubbling in between their palms.

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a/n - sorry it's a little sad but unfortunately a peds doctor and an oncology doctor working together only means one type of case

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