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vampireapple · 2 years

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Something seems fishy about the omelets the crew made for Human Steve and Human James

. . .

“Human Steve! Human James! We wanted to share in your culture on this very important day of Cheese Appreciation, so we made you both an omelet for breakfast!”

Both humans paused in the doorway of the mess hall, blinking at their crewmates. It took a moment for the words to register in their tired brains. Steve’s brain clicked first and he grinned brightly. James said a pleased thank you a second later.

(Steve was always a little faster walking up in the morning, he said it was because he drank coffee, which was obviously the superior beverage, James said it was because of his stupid American energy, and that good tea should be savored in the morning- they had yet to come to any form of agreement)

“I’d love to try it!” Steve said, walking over to the table.

“How did you guys find ingredients for omelets?” James asked as he followed Steve.

“It was not too difficult, the last port had all we needed.”

“The most difficult part was figuring out what recipe to use.”

“There were so many!”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, people have wildly different tastes.”

The men sat down and looked at their plates. The omelets looked a little different. Maybe they didn’t use a yoke? Or it was some weird powdered egg stuff?

James decided to let Steve take the first bite. He was more discerning than Steve when it came to food. Steve called him picky. James called him a garbage disposal.

Steve took a bite and immediately regretted it. He forced himself to chew and swallow. James was silently laughing at him, he just knew it. He hoped the others couldn’t read the tension in his body language.

“Wow! That certainly was creative! What, um, what did you put in it?”

The crew brightened and they started speaking over each other.

“Onions!”

“Munster cheese!”

“Bell peppers.”

“Cheddar cheese.”

“Black pepper.”

Salmon eggs.”

“Mushrooms!”

“Salt.”

Steve’s mind blanked at salmon eggs. James was shaking. He just knew the Brit was trying not to laugh, the bastard.

“Salmon… eggs?”

“Only the best for our human crew!”

“The recipe said eggs, so we researched earth eggs-”

“- and discovered that caviar is a delicacy-”

“-and got salmon eggs because they make the best caviar!”

The four looked very pleased with themselves and the care they had given to researching earth cuisine. Steve smiled weakly. James’ face was getting red. One of the more observant members picked up that something was wrong.

“Is there a problem with the omelets?”

Steve began to sweat. He didn’t want to lie, but he also didn’t want to make them feel bad. “Omelets are usually made with… chicken eggs.”

“Chickens?”

“But those creatures are filthy!”

James lost it, howling with laughter. Steve kicked his chair out from under him. James wheezed as he hit the floor, but kept cackling. Steve ignored him.

“Yeah, chickens. Um, I guess none of the recipes specified that?”

The heartbroken looks were answer enough. Steve felt really bad.

“Its okay though! I promise! We’ll still eat the eggs!”

James stopped laughing. Steve smirked.

(both of them ate all their omelet, though the crew couldn’t figure out why Human James was so grumpy at Human Steve for the next week)

. . .

AN: This was inspired by a tumblr post about people trying to make concrete the way Romans did, but it didn’t work, because the Romans used sea water, not fresh water, but all the Romans knew ‘water’ meant ‘sea water’ and never bothered to specify. Someone else pointed out that all our recipes say ‘egg’ and not ‘chicken egg’ and someone else said in the future people crying while eating scrambled fish eggs. Thus, this story was born.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #humans are crazy #humans are weird #earth is space Australia

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boytumms · 2 months

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Jae Anon here!

I had an idea that popped into my head after seeing something from, if I remember correctly, marmalade-draws. I could be wrong. But basically, a spell or a piece of jewelry or something is enchanted/cast to make anything Person A eats appear in Person B’s stomach.

Here’s my twist on it. It works both ways. So Person B can eat and it’ll appear in Person A’s stomach.

Enjoy!

Oliver prepared his suit and tie to attend his sister’s wedding. As he did so, he had an idea.

“Hey Elijah! Come in here for a second please!” Oliver called out, smirking a little as he heard his boyfriend’s footsteps.

“What’s up Oliver?” Elijah asked, leaning in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow as Oliver handed over a small necklace.

“So you know how I’m into stuffing? Well, I thought it would be fun if you could do it while I was at my sister’s wedding. Then we could have fun when I get back,” Oliver said, smiling as he put a matching necklace around his neck and tucked it under his shirt.

Elijah couldn’t help but smirk at the idea, putting the necklace on. He was very excited for this.

“You betcha. But how do you want to let me to know when to stop? I doubt you’ll have time to look on your phone,” Elijah said, a little concern showing in his voice.

“I’ll drink something so you feel it in your stomach. It’s the quickest and easiest way to do it. I’m gonna be late if I stall any longer. Start whenever you feel ready,” Oliver said, placing a quick peck on Elijah’s cheek before running out the door.

Oliver made it to the wedding with time to spare. As he sat in his seat, waiting for something to happen, he was surprised that Elijah hadn’t eaten anything yet. He went almost the whole wedding without feeling anything.

When dinner was served, Oliver decided to get a little payback on Elijah. He ate almost nonstop taking thirds and fourths on his plate. By the time he finished the fifth plate, he started feeling his stomach begin to get full.

Oliver sighed quietly as he rested his hand on his stomach, excited to feel himself being stuffed. It took a minute, but he felt his stomach become uncomfortably full. Elijah must’ve been taking some big bites because Oliver felt his stomach swell with each one.

Oliver was soon nearing his maximum limit, his stomach growling in response. It wasn’t noticeable yet, but his round belly was beginning to push on his buttoned dress shirt. Oliver took a glass of water and quickly drank it, becoming worried when Elijah didn’t stop. Oliver quickly got up and said his goodbyes, blaming it on an early work day for tomorrow.

Oliver ran to his car and hurriedly started it, groaning as he felt his suit begin straining against his stomach. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and suit, not wanting to ruin it by popping the buttons. Oliver unzipped his pants, frowning as his stomach easily settled into the open space. As relieving as it was, he was not enthused, despite feeling turned on by the experience. Oliver drove as fast as the speed limit would let him, letting up belches and groans as he did.

By the time Oliver arrived home, he could barely get out of his car with how heavy his stomach was. He looked like he could easily be six months pregnant. The stuffed boy waddled his way into the house, using his hands to hold his stuffed belly. Even then, he could feel mouthful after mouthful of food being shoved into his already strained tummy.

“Elijah! What the heck?!” Oliver exclaimed, closing the door behind him with a huff. In front of Elijah on their coffee table was still loads of food, all meant for Oliver.

“I was napping when you rudely gave me this food baby, so I figured you could use a couple food babies in return,” Elijah said with a grin as he caressed his swollen, bloated abdomen. He immediately chugged a two liter soda, eyes intently on his boyfriend’s stomach.

Oliver groaned as he lowered himself into the soft couch, his stomach swelling and gurgling with the soda. He put his hand up to ask his boyfriend to stop, but Elijah was intent on watching Oliver wriggle uncomfortably. As time went on, Elijah watched as Oliver moaned and groaned with his growing abdomen, clearly stuffed beyond what he was used to.

Elijah decided to stop when Oliver looked nice and round, a record of looking nine months pregnant. He took the necklaces off them and smiled at his boyfriend, taking to gently rubbing and caressing the swollen, red tummy of his boyfriend.

“Now I feel kinda bad. How about next time, you can go to an all you can eat buffet and fill me this full for a change?” Elijah asked, working out bubbles for the little bit of relief Oliver could get. Soon enough, the stuffed man fell asleep. Elijah put a blanket over Oliver, returning to his original seat.

Elijah looked at the pile of food that was still left, deciding to eat the rest so it wouldn’t go to waste. After a couple hours, Elijah sat back and marveled at his stuffed belly. He wasn’t nearly as big as Oliver, but he was close. His shirt stayed snuggly on his stomach, unable to move from the sheer amount of pressure from his bulging stomach.

Elijah now felt really bad for Oliver, feeling what he went through and now understanding his boyfriend. He soon succumbed to his food coma, snoring softly as he lay next to Oliver. The next day was a chore, both still being overly stuffed and bloated. Elijah made sure to tend to Oliver, ignoring his own pains and setting to help relieve Oliver of his.

Awww, these two sound so cute!!! Constantly in a cycle of getting revenge on each other for stuffing one another too much, then feeling bad and coming home to sooth their poor partners over stuffed belly

#ask #anonymous #tummy ache #stuffing #belly ache #stomachache #writings #jae anon

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amalia-uwu · 3 months

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“You are the best”

Gift Oneshot for Fudgelling-Away @fudgelling-away 💚💚💚

Sans x Female Reader

Undertale by Toby Fox. The rights go to the respective owners!

Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich from Pexels.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst,

Your majesty, I offer you this oneshot.

Please my queen, accept this humble offering!

💚

You came home after a long day.

By the time you woke up..

Things were just going downhill. You hit your toe on the bed. Slammed your head on the table.

It started raining, the wind turned the umbrella around 5 times.

At work not only the manager was being a total jerk, some customers really tested your patience and limits. Too much work paperwork..

Of course, they spilled coffee on you cause why not? This day is already awful! What else could get wrong?

You reached your door all wet, cause someone drove over the puddle on the street as a result the muddy water splashed all over you.

...Great. Just great...

You sighed.

You stepped in.

Sans heard the door opening "Honey?" his soft masculine voice called. He sounded from the kitchen. You didn't have the strength to speak. Your eyes began watering. You felt them burning.

You stood at the door not saying a word.

He came and looked at you. His happiness turned to shock, concern, understanding..

His eyes widen "Oh". He could understand from your face that you could barely keep it together.

"Before anything else, how about you take a shower, then come talk to me? Hm? There are fresh washed clothes and hot water waiting for you. Then come eat and we will talk yes?".

You smiled clenching your teeth and silently nodded.

You left your things and went to take a shower.

You washed your hair, then filled the bathtub with hot water and let yourself relax.

The water warmed your bones and alleviated the soreness and tiredness. That gift box Sans brought you had the best fragrances.

Coconut, rose, mango, floral and many more beautiful smells.

Right now you used lavender.

Eventually you cleaned the bathroom and went to the bedroom.

You saw the clothes he picked up for you, laying neatly on the bed.

Okay, you chuckled.

The shirt was green with heart designs on it.

The pants were a darker shade of green (forest green) with pandas on them.

Your white wooly jacket, with the teddybear-like hood that neatly laid above your bed.

You got dressed and walked downstairs.

He left food for you and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Sans looked at you. You approached him and hugged him.

He hugged you back. You began crying.

Everything that had happened today, came back to slap you hard on the face.

"Bad day?" he asked softly. You nodded.

"wanna tell me what happened?".

"too much work, the manager is a total jerk. On the street someone splashed muddy water all over me, they spilled coffee and... Today is just terrible".

He caressed your hair and gave your a cheek a soft kiss.

You smiled at that.

"Hey, now it's okay! Sshh.. Look, I made you, your favorite food. We can see your favorite movie and eat the cake I baked. Sounds good?"

You broke the hug and kissed his cheekbone.

You loved how his face blushed. That faint blue hue under his eye sockets drove you nuts.

You sat down and you ate the food he made for you. "Mmm" the flavors were so good.

Sans had stopped eating, he was just watching you. He loved the way you eat.

He found you so adorable.

You looked at him. Cheeks stuffed and slightly blushed. You swallowed and said "It's delicious, thank you!"

Sans smiled, man he was adorable when he was getting shy. You wanted to put him down and kill him with kisses.

However, the lady you were. You repressed that desire.. For now.

When you both finished.

You drank the orange juice. You felt better.

You were so happy around him.

Even in bad days. You couldn't help but smile, when you were close to him.

He was the light in the darkness.

You washed the dishes and then laid on the couch.

He brought you closer, wrapping his arms around you. You laid on top of him. Your face on his sternum, listening to the soft humming of his soul.

He was warm and soft. His bones and magic made him a soft chubby teddy bear.

He threw a blanket above you; your favorite color, green.

You smiled and kissed his sternum, were his soul is..

"You are the best" you whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You make me happy! Thank you sweetheart" you added.

He smiled and caressed your back. He kissed your forehead

"I'm always here for you, y/n. Don't forget that, no matter what. I am always here my starlight".

You smiled "same goes for me sans. I'm always here"

He rubbed your back as you buried your face deeper into his ribs.

"I love you sans" you mumbled and slowly closed your eyes for a nap. You had the best boyfriend in the world.

"I love you too Y/N" he whispered.

This day had a good conclusion after all. You were happy!

💚

The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

#undertale #sans #sans x reader #sans x y/n #sans x you #for fudgelling-away #gift fic #Amalia writes #Αμαλία γράφει #I was planning to post it in a few days #But hearing you had a tough day I decided to post it now!#Enjoy 😘#Hope you feel better!#😘😘😘#Αμαλία writes

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blackleatherjacketz · 5 months

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I See You

Loki x Mobius

Summary: Mobius tries his best to get over Loki... until he sends him a sign on Christmas.

Notes: This is my very angsty, very early contribution to @sarahscribbles and their Christmas Loki Fic event. It's how I'm dealing with the pain of the finale. Enjoy!

Read more Loki!

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The bright neon ‘Open’ sign flickers as Mobius sits down at the very first booth available, unbuttoning his suit jacket to get more comfortable in his seat. He gazes over the menu, glancing aimlessly over the words he’d seen dozens of times before in hundreds of different combinations, only none of them seem to make any sense to him at the moment. If he was being completely honest with himself, nothing had really made sense to him anymore; not after he left.

No amount of coffee he drank could sustain him. The food he ate lacked its usual flavor as the air felt flat and stale against his face, even if he was out on the water and the sun was still shining. He couldn’t sleep, yet he was always tired; too exhausted to wear his body out during the day to fall into a restful state at night. Instead he found himself staring at the ceiling with a bottle of whiskey in his hand as reruns of M.A.S.H. played in the background. That theme song seemed to be the only real form of comfort he was able to find until his body finally gave in, and his weeping eyes fell shut.

He could have kept his old life back at the TVA, but the pain of being there, of walking the same halls and touching the same surfaces without him at his side was just too much to bear. There was no way he could have stayed with all those memories haunting him like a ghost that everyone else saw and heard, but refused to address directly. He tried taking on other cases to distract himself, to get back into the practice of helping others, but he was of no use to them while his mind remained elsewhere.

He’d never felt more alone in his entire life.

He was stupid enough to think that he could fix this empty feeling by simply visiting some of Loki’s variants before he retired. He thought that if he at least saw his face or heard his voice again, it would be enough to place a cool balm over the gaping wound his sudden absence had carved into his soul. But not one of his variants knew who he was. None of them cared about him or found an excuse to touch him instead of admitting that they desired human contact, that they needed that closeness they were so deprived of as a child. None of them would fix his tie or grab hold of his arm just to bring him near, or even brush an eyelash off his cheek as those icy blues of theirs stared at him for just a little too long. None of them cared about anyone else besides themselves. None of them were ‘his Loki’.

Seeing their faces as they spoke down to others only made the pain that much worse, tugging at his insides as the man he came to know and love seemed to be even further away than before. So, he thought that a change of scenery might help, that if he let time pass in a completely different part of the world that he’d somehow be able to forget about him. About all of it, and eventually move on. But no matter where he went, no matter how hot or how cold, he always seemed to feel that nagging sense of longing, that inevitable… void inside him.

He always found himself wanting to tell ‘his Loki’ all about his new experiences, about the things that he saw or the people he met, to see what his reaction might be. He imagined that he’d raise his eyebrows at him in a sly, amused manner like he always used to, holding back his laughter with a tilt of his head. Or maybe he’d…

“Ready to order, sugar?” The waitress approaches him with her notepad, pulling him out of his thoughts and into the present as he remembers to look over the menu.

“I think I’m gonna need a minute,” he tells her, eyeing a faded picture of a club sandwich on the laminated piece of paper. “But I’ll start with a cup of coffee.”

“Sure thing.” She scribbles onto her notebook and leaves him to his thoughts.

It wasn’t fair. Any of it. How he’d run down those stairs so quickly without saying goodbye, that look in his eyes wet with sorrow as his lips pressed into a thin fine line. Sure, he’d saved everyone in the process, but what good was that if he had to go on living without him? What was the point of going out into the world if he had no one to share it with? It’s not like there were people here on earth he could openly talk to about his experiences, that there was anyone on any of the timelines who could possibly understand his plight.

Mobius stares at the empty seat across from him, wistfully imagining Loki’s tall, slender frame cramped into the squeaky old booth as he sighs in reluctant acceptance. He wonders, just for a second, what kind of coat he would have chosen to wear in the bitter cold of December as the snow falls down from the blackened sky. He fantasizes about how gorgeous his raven locks would’ve looked littered with the thousand different designs of snowflakes falling onto them, wondering if he’d brush them away or simply let them melt onto his skin. He wonders if he’d fall down if he took him skating at an ice rink, those long legs of his betraying him. He wonders how he’d feel about cozying up and watching a cheesy Christmas movie with a cup of hot cocoa.

DING DING!

Mobius turns in his seat as the diner’s door bell jingles, opening to a young man with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He’s about eighteen or twenty years old, brown hair with deeply saddened eyes as he looks around the nearly empty restaurant before sitting down awkwardly at the booth directly across from him. He can tell that the boy’s been crying, his insistent sniffling giving away the fact that his reddened nose and cheeks weren’t just from the frigid cold outside.

Why would a kid like that be alone, like him, on Christmas?

The waitress hands Mobius his coffee with a plate of cream and sugar on the side before walking up to the stranger, turning over her piece of paper for a new order. “What’ll ya have, sugar?”

Oh, I guess she calls everybody that.

The boy looks down at the menu, squinting a little to see through his saline soaked eyes before they seem to flash a shade of green. He smiles and looks up at her, confidently setting the menu down on the tabletop. “I’ll have a slice of key lime pie, oh and uh… one for him, too, please.” He points directly at Mobius with a mischievous grin.

What the shit?

The waitress nods and walks away.

“I’m sorry, did you just order me a slice of pie?” It hurt him too much to say the full name of the flavor out loud. Stupid, he knows, but he’ll get over it eventually.

The boy shakes his head as if to rid himself of the snowflakes that have landed on top of his head. “Huh?”

Mobius leans forward in his seat as his heart skips an expectant beat, pointing at him accusingly. “Did you just order me a slice of pie?” He repeats himself.

“Did I? Yeah, I guess I did.” He looks just as confused as he is, looking out at the dreary holiday weather before glancing back at him. “Look sir, I’m sorry. I can’t really explain it, but something told me to come to this diner tonight and order that specific thing.”

Something? What the hell was he talking about? It couldn’t be…

Mobius just stares at the young man, his mouth agape as the waitress sets down each of their slices in front of them. They’re almost identical to the ones he and Loki ate together at the TVA, right down to the very color and the candied lime on top as garnish. “What?”

The boy puts his hands up in defense, twisting his face with worry as if he expects to be met with anger and aggression.

Mobius knew that Loki was out here beyond time and space holding their universe together, that their lives were literally in his hands, but he didn’t know exactly how closely he was watching, or if he could actually see him at all. He didn’t know if he could interfere with even the smallest of events, but now he knows he’d be remiss to think otherwise. How else would this boy know to order that exact thing for him? How else would he know to come here to find him, all alone on Christmas night?

There’s no such thing as coincidence.

“Yeah,” is all Mobius can think to say, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thanks, kid.” He picks up his fork and digs into the bright green triangle.

“Sir? Can I sit with you?” The boy asks, quickly standing up with his plate and doing so anyway.

“Umm, yeah, sure, I, uh…” he stammers, half wanting to stay in the dark abyss of his memories instead of being present with this stranger who seems to be a little… wait a minute. Mobius recognizes him from his file at the TVA.

He was no stranger to the multiverse at all.

His grief had blinded him to the suffering of this child, this lonely wanderer who had just recently lost all of his friends and family, too. Mobius was so down about losing just one person, that he didn’t notice this kid who had no one else left. His name was Peter something, Peter… Parker, if he remembered correctly, the spider kid. Their stories weren’t the same by any means, but they were definitely in the same boat, both of them trying to stay afloat in worlds that no longer knew them.

“I see you,” he whispers to himself, hoping that Loki can hear him.

“Thanks, Mister…” the boy trails off before taking a bite, tilting his head in hopes of getting his name.

Mobius thinks of giving him the name of his alias, of keeping up the ruse he’d put on for the rest of the world, but decides that Peter could be the one person he tells his real name to. That he could at least give him that. It is Christmas, after all.

“I’m Mobius.” He states confidently, holding out his hand for him to shake.

“I’m…” he begrudgingly finishes his bite, trying not to make it too obvious that he doesn’t quite like the flavor.

“Peter.” He shakes his hand without thinking about what he just called him, the first genuine smile crossing his lips since he left the TVA. “I know.”

The boy’s eyes fill up with tears, his lips quivering as he tries his best to press them together, still holding onto Mobius’ hand in a redundant shaking motion. “You know me?”

Mobius nods in silence, holding back his own tears as he allows himself to hold space for this kid who has to be even more scared than he is. “Something like that.”

“But I don’t remember meeting you, Doctor Strange said that no one else could…”

“I know.” He whispers, wondering if this is Loki’s way of comforting him until he figures out how to come back; someone to help him get through the pain of it all, and vice versa. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. Let’s just say that we know a few of the same people.”

#lokius #loki #mobius #loki fanfic #lokius fanfic #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #marvel #loki series #loki laufeyson

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 2 months

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illicit affiars | five

*Ellie’s POV* “Do you really not have any Dr. Pepper?” I looked up at Matt, who was digging through my fridge and laughed. We got Chinese takeout on the way back to my place and decided to watch a movie as we ate our food. I couldn’t get Noah off my mind since I left the venue. The whole car ride home I debated texting him, constantly closing and opening our text chain I never bothered to delete. I just wanted to know how he felt, and why he was still wearing the one gift I gave him.

“I guess these will do.” He replied sitting beside me and putting two beers down on the coffee table. “Are you okay after seeing Noah?” “Yeah, I think so.” I lied as I sat crossed legged on my couch, digging into my food. “It was just weird to see him again, especially in his environment.” “I know.” Matt sighed, “I’m sorry if I put you in an awkward position.” “Don’t be. I was there for you, not him.” I said as he passed me my beer. I took a long swig before looking over at him again. I had to smile, we picked up right where we left off. “So are you seeing anyone special?” “Nah.” He picked at his food before pushing it away, “I went on a couple dates but it hasn’t been easy finding someone who will understand my schedule. Either that or girls try to get with me to get closer to the band. It’s been hard.” “I’m sorry.” I pouted at him. “I feel like I have to say the best friend thing here and tell you that you’ll find someone eventually.” “I guess it’s not my main focus right now.” He shrugged before drawing his attention back to his food. I watched him for a second, I felt like he was holding back on something. Matt decided to put on some awful romantic comedy as we ate our food to try and forget what happened tonight. We drank more beers and just laughed the entire time as we both made snide remarks. “Why did you make me watch this?” I said as I took a sip of my beer, definitely feeling the buzz since it was my fourth one.

“Because it’s cheesy as hell and it makes me feel like I’d rather be lonely.”

“True, but this shit definitely doesn’t happen in real life. You don’t just live happy ever after and that’s it.” I muttered, also wondering if I’d ever be in love again.

“El, you’re focusing on yourself and Liam, that’s more important than finding someone.” He replies as he grabs my knee. My breath hitched slightly, it had been a while since a man touched me like that.

“I know…I just miss …” I stopped myself before I said something stupid.

“What?”

I shook my head, taking another sip of my beer, “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” He pleaded, turning his head towards me.

Looking down at my bottle, I started to pick off the label to avoid Matt’s gaze, “I just miss having sex. I wish I could have it to get it out of my system without all the other bullshit.”

“Like what?”

“I just don’t know if I could actually hook up with someone, it’s not really me. I worry about getting attached, worrying if they’re gonna call me the next day, wondering how many girls they’re talking to. It’s just so tiring.” I stopped and looked at him, his eyes were so intense it was almost intimidating. “I’m sorry I think these beers are catching up to me.”

“Don’t be.” He softly said. “Do you ever think…never mind.

“What?”

He took a deep breath, making me scared about what was next. “Would it be weird if we tried the whole friends with benefits thing?”

“That never works Matthew.” I replied, my nerves got to me and I shot up, walking towards the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.

“It could, with us.” He says getting off the couch and coming up to me in the kitchen. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath, making me grip the counter behind me. ”We have such good chemistry…so why not add that into the mix?”

“I..uh…I don’t know.”

“If it’s weird, we can stop and never talk about it again.” he replied cupping the side of my face. I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I looked up at him. His backwards baseball cap was doing something to me, I felt my face getting hot. Actually my whole body was burning up.

“Just one thing.” He nods to let me continue, easily distracting me as he tilted my chin up to him. “Don’t you dare fall in love with me.”

“Don’t count on it, babe” he said before crashing his lips onto mine. It didn’t take much, I was putty in his hands as his tongue begged for an entrance into my mouth. My head was spinning and I forgot about Noah completely. Matt picked me up and put me on my kitchen counter, his hands gripped onto my thighs as the kiss deepened. He pulled away for a moment, studying my face as a soft smile appeared on his face.

“What?”

“I can’t believe I’m kissing you.”

I just rolled my eyes, pulling on his shirt to kiss him again. His hands were in my hair, gripping harder the more he kissed me. We stayed like that for a few minutes before I got off the counter and lead him back into my bedroom. Fuck it, maybe he’d make a good rebound, and it’s not like I wasn’t attracted to him. When I first met him I thought he was pretty hot, and with the way he protected me in LA, the attraction came back like a freight train. When we got into my room, he pressed me against the wall as he kissed me with such desperation. He started to get more confident and dominant with me as his hand reached up and clasped my throat, driving me wild. I felt myself getting weaker from his touch and started to guide him towards my bed. I pushed him gently and he fell into a heap onto my bed.

“Come here.” He whispered, offering me his hand. I grabbed it and sat down on his lap. He pushed my hair out of my face and just stared into my eyes. I couldn’t look away either, my thumb grazed his lips, begging for them to be on me again.

“What is it?”

“You know, since the first day I met you, I wanted to tell you how beautiful you were.” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me up. I felt my heart melt from everything, the way he touched me, his words, his sweet smile, all of it.

“I wonder what would’ve happened if I met you first.” I confessed, catching myself being surprised at my own words. “Maybe I wouldn’t have suffered so much this year.”

“I would’ve never treated you like that…”

I looked at him, placing my hands on his chest, not believing what I was about to say next, “maybe we can get our chance now.”

“So much for friends with benefits.”

“So much for not falling in love with me.”

“That was probably the biggest lie I’ve ever told.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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bogunicorn · 3 months

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Deleted all my twitter accounts and cleared the browsing histories and caches of all my devices last night in the few hours I was awake. I had kind of a breakdown yesterday after a week (or more?) of increasing agitation, until I was awake for about 24 hours and kind of snapped. Got to bed around 2pm, got up around 8, ate some food, drank as much water as I could, and then a cup of coffee and an edible later I was ready to conk back out for another 6 hours.

I don't feel amazing and will probably turn in for more sleep, but it's a start.

My depression and breakdown wasn't caused by social media, but twitter's rapidfire cycling between world politics and stupid fandom shit definitely made it 10x worse. I'm not very good at pulling back from stuff that functions as jingly keys for my ADHD, so in the bin it went. I have an alarm on my phone for 4 weeks from now (before the accounts are permanently deleted) and will decide what to do then.

And I want to be clear even as I share this that it was NOT that "politics ruined my fandom space" on twitter. Absolutely fucking not. It was that I realized fandom was gunking up the politics, and I couldn't handle the dissonance of being prompted to care about actual dead people sandwiched between sexy fanart and petty fandom snarking. I don't exempt myself from that, my own feed was a mix of all that, I just had a moment of clarity (ironically while I was severely sleep deprived) and had to bail. I need to digest the news in a little more isolation so I don't get distracted by shit that matters a lot less.

#bog post

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writtengalaxies · 2 years

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Taking Care of You

Characters: Head Engineer Mark, GN!Reader as Captain

Word Count: 500

Spicy Rating: Lil' bit of a sick fic!

Mark catches you stumbling through the cafeteria aboard the Invincible.

With the need to make sure the colonists are adjusting well from coming out of the deep cryogenic freeze, the cafeteria is open at all hours. Late at what passes for night up here, it's easy to grab food. Honestly, that was usually when you ate, despite everyone's best attempts to get you to sleep more, to not push yourself to the point of breaking. Today was a rare day that you'd show up in the cafeteria at all, feeling out of it. You had skipped anything for breakfast outside a quickly drank cup of instant coffee that was halfway to being cold.

Mark literally catches you, and you give him a small smile. You try to get your feet back under you, trying not to wobble as you stand, but Mark's frown increases.

"Captain, can I talk to you?"

You nodded, letting him lead you. The world felt...floaty, or your bones were too heavy...was someone messing with the gravity fields?

Tucked into the hallway, Mark leans you against the wall, eyes dark with worry.

"Captain, are you feeling okay?"

" 'm fiiiiiiiiine," come the words, almost dropping from your lips a little too lazily. You watch as Mark tugs off one of his gloves, pressing his bare wrist to your forehead. His skin feels so nice and cool.

"...You have a fever."

"Wha? Nooooooo." He levels you with one of those looks, the kind that means he's not going to argue with you, just before he scoops you up into both arms. He was carrying you through the halls of the ship like carrying a bride over a threshold. You must have said that out loud, because he trips, and blushes as he walks faster to your room.

It's nice, having him pamper you in a way. He gets your boots off, helps you shed your gloves and jacket. even goes so far as to get you pajamas to change into. Mark busies himself with tidying parts of your room you've let slip out of the tidiness you normally keep it in while you change. Even that simple action exhausts you, and you're winded by the time you tell him he can turn around.

Mark tucks you in, and you swear your bed has never felt so comfortable before. In a soft voice, he promises to be right back, just going to get you food.

You must have fallen asleep in the short time he's gone, because before you know it, he's gently waking you up, fingers brushing strands of sweat-slicked hair from your forehead. "I got you soup and water. Wasn't sure how off you were feeling yet, Captain, but...figured that was a good place to start."

"Maybe I should get sick more often," you mumble to yourself as he carefully hands you a mug filled with broth, rather than chancing a bowl. "I like you taking care of me."

"Always will, Captain," he mutters back, just as softly.

#my writing #space sweetheart #in space with markiplier #head engineer x gn!reader #head engineer x captain #iswm head engineer #head engineer mark #iswm captain #the captain #captaineer #markiplier engineer #markiplier egos

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beenjen · 10 months

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I did make it home - haha!!!! Got in around 9am the following day, so spent 12ish hours in the airport. Honestly? It wasn’t a bad thing for me. I walked almost 10 miles all over that place. Ate some gummy bears. Drank tons of water. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Listened to a book on tape and played some games on my phone. It was actually nice.

C and the kids picked me up from the airport, I gave the kids their goodies, cleaned up, napped, took a bath, then started the week.

Some highlights -

Several meals this week have been 50-80% grown in my garden. I made a tomato and cucumber salad, picked and roasted my first spaghetti squash, have roasted green beans, zucchini…. The watermelon and cantaloupe is ALMOST ready, and I have some eggplants and peppers JUST about ready.

It has been so good having the garden going again - and I think I’ve shared - that I had goals to expand my front yard garden, and I’m planning that out in my head.

I didn’t get a ton of pics, here is Lilith’s little basket, she excitedly waits with her basket every evening when I get home to go pick our garden. I love it.

I organized the kitchen pantry areas this evening when we got back from the grocery and it feels like such an accomplishment haha

This has been such a brilliant day.

Yesterday was moms birthday. It was peaceful. I worked, and it was mellow. Had my dad, brother and niece down for a pizza dinner. We played a couple games. Visited. It was good.

I’ve been lifting again. Walking and continue yoga. I’m feeling stronger. It’s nice. Taking care of yourself is important, it’s been a struggle, to remember that lately.

The trip away. Some down time. Some summer. Some good food. I’m feeling a change for our living space coming on. It’s been darker, which I enjoyed and it matched where I was. Now I’m getting ready for more warmth, maybe a terra cotta/burnt orange and southwestern area rug, accent some teal swap the cityscapes for some red rock photos and the desert …. Not sure yet -

Let me know what you think. Hope you’re well xx

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ros3ybabe · 9 months

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Daily Check-in - July 26 2023 🎀

I am so exhausted right now. This heat and my job are making me worn out, but I need the 5 I need to push through these next few days. I woke up late this morning, so I didn't have much for my morning routine besides making my bed and a cup of coffee. I got off work today and have been on the verge of sleep ever since, so my night routine was also incomplete tonight. I apologize for the inconsistencies in my habits these first few days. I'm just trying to get a hang of my work days and my routines. Finding a balance is difficult but necessary right now. I got this though, I believe in myself!!

🩷 What I Ate Today:

Breakfast - One slice of toast with mashed avocado, a sprinkle of paprika, a fried egg on 5 a side of watermelon. Of course, I had my usual morning cup of coffee!

Lunch - A small serving of spaghetti with marinara, grated parmesean cheese, a small bag of grapes given to me by a friend, and one babybel cheese.

Dinner - Ten boiled chicken potstickers with some potsticker sauce and three babybel cheeses.

Other - I drank one bottle of water containing a dissolved electrolyte tablet to rehydrate while at work, and had a second cup of coffee after work

Snacks - a quesadilla on a low carb tortilla

It was not the best day for me food wise, but the exhaustion is getting me to the point where I'm trying to eat to gain some energy, but it's only working against me right now. I think I'm going to eat yogurt for lunch tomorrow since I'll get off work early due to a weekly therapy appointment.

🩷 Workout - INCOMPLETE

Today was supposed to be a fun kpop dance cardio morning but due to waking up late and the constant and persistent fatigue, that did not happen. I will get back on track tomorrow with my scheduled workout routine.

🩷 Habits I Completed Today:

I made my bed today, and that is about it for the goals I wanted to achieve. Some days are going to be harder than others, and I expect that, so I am not going to beat myself up over one bad day. I was only capable of existing today, and sometimes existing is all we need to do until the next day comes.

🩷 Song of The Day: I Am - Baby Tate ft. Flo Milli

Thos song (and a lot of water) is the only thing that got me through work today. For me this is my ultimate manifestation song. I love the lyrics the music, the meaning. This is a new daily morning song for me!

Today was a bit underwhelming, but as I said before, all I was able to do was exist today. My energy was not there. The brain fog was intense, and even as I type this, I am fighting the urge to fall asleep. Tomorrow will be a better day for me. I found two meditation videos for morning and night that I plan to incorporate, and I will continue with my journey as planned, adapting to the situations I face as they come up.

Also, my skincare came in!! I'm so excited!!!

Thank you, lovelies!!! I believe in myself and I believe in you all! Let continue on the path to our higher selves, in whatever way that is for us, and continue to be compassionate and flexible with our constantly changing circumstances!

Til next time!!!

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spider-bren · 9 months

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heyo!!! can we get some voller whump where hes really burnt out and klaber has to try and get him to take a break for once, but he keeps on insisting that he doesn't need a break?? thx! :D

Pairing: Klaber x Voller

Tags: Workaholic Voller, Caring Klaber, Stubborn Voller

Summary: Voller has burn out and Klaber wants his boss to take a break. Voller keeps insisting he doesn't need a break and Klaber persuades him to sit his ass down for a moment

"Boss?" Klaber noticed his boss sighing heavily in his office. "You okay?"

"Yes, Klaber. I am fine." His tone was a touch sharp and Klaber moved closer towards the door.

"You don't sound fine. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No. Seriously, I am fine."

Klaber checked his watch. "You've been working for eight hours straight. You should maybe take a break."

"I don't need one. Thank you, Klaber."

"Voller, I think you're a little burnt out. You should eat something. Have you drank anything besides coffee today?"

"Please, I don't need anything."

"You haven't. How about I order you some food and get you water?"

Voller set his glasses down on the table, irritated. "I'm not hungry."

"You have to be. You only ate a meal this morning. I'm gonna go ahead and do it. Just stop working until the food gets here."

"Klaber–"

"You're tired, boss. I can tell. You need rest. Just relax for a while. I don't want you overworking yourself like this."

Voller grumbled under his breath but neatly folded his glasses. He rubbed his temple and then the pressure points on the bridge of his nose. He had been reading for hours. His hands ached from the amount of writing he had done. Klaber noticed this and came towards his chair. He gently placed his glasses in his glasses case on the desk and reached for Voller. He took his larger thumbs and pressed it into the older man's aching head.

Voller made a small sound, but didn't ask him to stop, so Klaber massaged gently into it. He worked his thumbs into the bridge of his eyebrows, pressed into the lines that painted the edge of his eyes. He massaged into all the pains and upwards to his forehead. Voller began to relax. Klaber took Voller's hand after he had finished with his head and worked over the long digits. Klaber admired the veins in his hands, the soft skin and how his fingers twitched as he massaged them.

Voller stared at him silently. He let Klaber massage him until Klaber was sure his boss didn't hurt anymore. Voller nodded his head at him to thank him.

"I'll make you some tea before the food arrives." Klaber almost bowed like a servant as he walked out of the room.

Voller was grateful for Klaber and didn't feel so tired now. After a few minutes, Klaber returned with his tea and blanket over his left arm. He set the steaming cup of tea down and unfolded the blanket, placing it over Voller's form.

"There you go, boss." Klaber smiled softly.

Voller pulled the saucer in front of him and breathed in the floral aroma of the brewed tea. He didn't have the words to express himself so he nodded again. Klaber nodded back and went to order the food. Sipping on the warm drink, Voller closed his eyes, finally feeling rested and not so stressed as he was before.

#klaber #boyd hobrook #dial of destiny #indiana jones 5 #jurgen voller #my fic #vlaber #vollber #mlm #answering asks

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Easy Peasy

-- Trigger warning for depression, mentions of suicide and physical abuse.

Sorry folks, this one is a bummer --

Jake Hangman Seresin. 33, tall, good looking, graduated top of his class at Top Gun.

Who wouldn't want to be him?

Jake would have rather been anyone else. I mean, life was fine before The Incident. It was okay, even. There was work, then home, then work again.

A perfectly ordinary life with a little extra spice in the form of the F/A-18E Super Hornet he got to fly on the daily.

And then, The Incident happened. Regular day, regular mission until 1.15 pm when they were attacked. They trained them for this. They trained him to press a button and shoot a thing. You know, Hangman though, no biggie.

Yes biggie. The second the button was pressed and the thing was shot, Hangman realised what he had done. The enemy plane exploded and Hangman realised he had killed someone.

Sure, they weren't on their side, but had it really been deserved?

What if they had had a girlfriend? Or a wife? A family? Kids? Who was going to feed their dog or water the plants? Did they even have anyone home to mourn them at all?

Life had been hell since.

There were nightly nightmares, daily flashbacks. When he looked in the mirror, he saw nothing but a monster staring back at him. He was paranoid someone would know, like they could smell the rotting stench of murder right off of him.

Then, he'd been called back to Top Gun. He never thought he'd dread it, but the growing pit of panic in his chest showed him that maybe he was. Still, he went through the motions.

He dry cleaned the uniform, shined his shoes, slicked his hair and pinned the medals. He ate cereal for breakfast and washed it away with coffee.

Easy fucking peasy.

The only reason he was still alive really, is because there would be no one to take care of the cat. Or they wouldn't do it correctly.

They wouldn't fluff her pillow and send her to bed with a little milk. They wouldn't give her the good cat food that she liked, and they might not even make sure her water was the right temperature.

That cat was keeping him alive. The second it died he would too. It should have been a scary thought since the cat was nearing 16 years old but Jake felt oddly good about it. The end was near and it was comforting.

It almost felt inevitable.

Although sometimes he still caught himself praying for a sign or something to save him. It hadn't come yet and Jake was losing hope.

Maybe God hadn't even listened.

Maybe God didn't care.

Maybe he was all alone on a big spinning rock in space. Maybe there was no one to listen at all.

His ma would have beaten him if she'd known he'd thought that. She'd have beaten him and dragged him bleeding to church to apologise. She wasn't there now though. He hadn't spoken to her in years.

And then, there was the mission. He'd wanted to fly but they'd put him on reserve. He guessed they knew. Cyclone had recommended him to the therapy group he attended, after all. Fucker.

Maverick and Rooster went down and Jake fought to keep the burning jealousy he felt bottled up.

Maybe it was a good thing he couldn't fly. Planes were expensive, no need to damage them unnecessarily. But what a way to go.

Everyone made it out alive. They laughed, they hugged and drank all night and it didn't make him feel any better. He felt nothing at all.

God, he really was lost.

He'd wandered to the edge of the boat. If he wanted, he could trip and fall. He'd had a lot to drink. No one would know.

"Now's a really good time for a signal" Jake prayed.

And, apparently, it was.

"You need to step back. You could fall"

I sure could, he thought

"You need to step back" She touched his arm and he turned towards her. He knew her. Gone to school with her. "Okay, sorry, didn't realise"

She smiled.

"Reckless as ever, huh, Jake"

Yeah. Reckless.

"Y/n, right?"

#top gun fanfiction #fanfic #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #original fic

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manicpixiedgoblin · 1 year

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Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Twenty-Four.

If the accident hadn’t happened she wouldn’t have slept with Jess again - actually, she’d have slept with Saul that night, and continued refusing to acknowledge that her alleged friendship with Jess was just a thinly veiled cover for the fact she couldn’t picture life without him.

Though, admittedly, she couldn’t picture it with him either now.

Ellie had fallen asleep without taking any more pills, naked and content in Jesse’s arms. She woke up with the feeling she always had after things like this - the word shit and some vague satisfaction which remained despite the knowledge it was a bad idea.

She walked downstairs after quietly disentangling herself from Jesse’s arms - looked around for a coffee maker, but found only beer and lukewarm water. She drank the latter, disappointed. So coffee maker should be number one on her shopping list for him.

Why had she come over? He’d picked her up, right. The thing about benzos is memory turns to shit and is recalled like a dream had a few nights ago, in very dim light. She leaned against the counter as she drank and tried to remember everything, still only in her underwear and tank top. What had happened after they drove here? Had they planned to sleep together?

No, no - Walter had been here, right?

She was piecing this new element in with everything else when Jesse appeared at the door, something like relief flooding his features when he saw she was there.

“I thought you’d left,” his lips curled slightly upwards.

“No,” she smiled, “I, uh, you don’t have coffee.”

“No,” he smiled, walking up to her in his grey sweatpants, shirtless. “We can go to the Dunkin Donuts drive through, if you want.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“Or we could go to Waffle House?”

“Yeah, breakfast,” she looked at the gash on his head, back down at his eyes. “Let’s do that.”

Maybe over pancakes she could actually figure out the full picture of what had happened last night.

“I’ll get the keys and your pants,” he smiled, leaning forward and planting a kiss on her cheek. He walked out of the kitchen, actually half ran, and she stared behind him, her face shared between a smile and a concerned furrowed brow.

***

Over breakfast they were oddly quiet. Ellie’s eyes looked more aware than they had in days.

“So, uh,” Jesse said, “does anything hurt? Was I, um. I don’t know, I forgot-”

“It’s fine,” Ellie smiled a little tightly.

“Yeah, yeah. Good.”

They ate for a few seconds in silence.

“So I’m going to Mexico tomorrow,” he said after a while.

She tilted her head. She vaguely remembered the word Mexico, but the context was gone.

“Why?”

“What do you remember from last night?”

“Does Walter want you to kill someone else?”

“Uhh,” he gave a breathy laugh, “uh. That’s not why I’m going, it’s just - I’m teaching the cartel how to cook Mr. White’s recipe. For Fring.”

“Right.”

“To stop them from starting a fucking war.”

“Yeah. But you’ll be fine?”

“Mike’s coming with us.”

“How’s that reassuring?”

“It just is,” he shook his head.

They pushed their food around, had another awkward silence.

“I really am doing better, y’know,” Jesse looked up at her.

She looked into his eyes. She nodded.

“I know.”

“I, uh.. I was worried about you.”

“I know. I’m fine.”

“None of this should be your problem-”

“It is. I got involved. Regardless of you.”

“Well, no, if it weren’t for me-”

“Maybe then. But not now.”

“What does that mean?”

“It just is my problem now.”

There was another silence, which Ellie broke this time.

“Do you remember when we went to the aquarium on acid? In Santa Fe?”

“Course,” he half smiled.

“I hadn’t been back since the funeral, and I didn’t even think about it. We sat on the floor in front of the tank with the jellyfish, and I forgot my body and my past, and I remember thinking we were both leaving our selves and joining those bodies without organs, feeling the soft underwater movements and - what I’m trying to say is, all the things we think are relevant now, and all these times we’ve hurt, we forget them. We think we won’t every time, and then we do. Maybe it would mean more if we couldn’t get over it, but we always can,” she put her fork down and sat back, full, “which is to say, you’ll go to Mexico, and I’ll go back to work, and things probably won’t be fine. But we will be. We’ll be fine.”

***

She didn’t go back to work that day, and Jesse left.

But she cleaned her apartment up, put all the pills in a wicker basket under her sink and showered for the first time in days. She put on actual clothes instead of sweatpants or staying in her underwear, swept and mopped and cleaned the windows and put the ashtray outside.

Her phone had stayed in her apartment, charging the whole time. She texted Marie, Diane, Skylar and the hospital staff people back. She let her boss know she was doing better, could probably come back in a few days now.

She saw the texts from Saul.

“Can I come over?”

“I want to see you.”

“Are you alright?”

Three missed calls around eight. A couple more around ten, and five at eleven thirty.

She called him but he didn’t pick up.

While she was cleaning the rest of the place, he called her back.

“I’m on my way, I was with a client,” he said as soon as she picked up.

“On your way where? What?”

“Your place. We need to talk.”

She was confused. And a little guilty, honestly.

“About what?”

“About you disappearing last night after a week of xanax-induced dissociation!”

“I was sleeping, Saul.”

On his side of the line, driving his car, his face fell slack. He could tell by now she was putting distance between them when she called him Saul. Either that, or she was acknowledging he’d done something morally ambiguous enough to call him that.

“Well, okay. I’ll be there in ten,” he hung up.

He rang in nine. He was wearing a beige suit, a bright pink shirt and purple tie. His hair looked nice.

“Hi,” she opened.

“Hi,” he tried to kiss her but she pulled back.

“I need to tell you something,” she instantly blurted out.

He leaned his body backwards. After a moment, he sighed and walked in, shutting the door behind him and standing there.

“Is this about Pinkman?”

She nodded, making him look at the ground with a sigh.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you go back to that? Were-were you drunk? I dropped him off at his girlfriend’s house what, two days ago? And now he’s all-”

“I wasn’t sober, but that doesn’t matter. It happened.”

He stared at her.

“Is it going to happen again?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it fucking matters,” he grabbed her arms, which were crossed beneath her chest. Her eyes watered a little but she didn’t know why.

“What difference does it make? I slept with him, if-if he found out about this after that-”

“So him finding out is the problem? Doesn’t that make you think? I’m the one you’re being honest with! Me! That says something!”

“It says you can fucking take it!”

“You not having to take care of me isn’t the only reason why!”

“You’re right, it’s not, but what can I do now?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” he raised his hands and looked around, “what, you’re too guilty to stay away from him?”

“That’s not what happened, but-”

“I love you.”

She dropped her arms at her sides, her blood rushed to her face, she felt her stomach drop. She stared at him.

“I do,” he took a step towards her. “I love you, and it’s something I always say too late, but not this time. It’s not too late this time.”

She stared as he grabbed her arms.

“Maybe it is,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he repeated.

She swallowed. “I-“

“I love you.”

“Jimmy,” she shook her head.

“I love you, and I don’t want to give this up.”

“It won’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love him too.”

“So what?”

“So what. You love him, but you also love me, so what.”

She stayed quiet. She thought about him in Mexico now, about how he’d come back and nothing would change. They wouldn’t be together, not properly, while everything in their lives remained the way it was. But she couldn’t be with either of them and live with herself. She couldn’t be with either of them, in both cases, because of what would happen with Jesse.

“Ellie?” he stared at her.

“I can’t. Not now.”

He sighed.

“I’ll call you,” he turned around opening the door. He grabbed from the hallway a flower bouquet. “I, uh, I bought these.”

He put them inside and with a weak smile closed the door behind him, leaving her staring at the flowers with her arms crossed, alone.

***

It’s fucked up to think they’d have still been together if it wasn’t for Jesse in more ways than one. The accident had happened because of him, as Jimmy was driving to her house. Her sleeping with him was the last element, but things had always been contingent to whatever he needed.

They’d met because of him, right?

Jimmy was thinking of all of this as he drove back to his office that day.

While Ellie was putting her apartment together, thinking of whether she should go back to work the next day or if she should let herself wallow and make some art.

What would she even make now?

***

By the time Jesse got back, she was working again.

He stopped by the hospital in his grey shirt and beat up face, looking for her in the waiting room next to the ER.

She met him there after Hugh let her know.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi.”

“How’d your work trip go?”

“Uh, it went well, yeah,” he looked around. “Listen, I uh. I just wanted to let you know, y’know, I, uh. I’m seeing Andrea and Brock tonight.”

“Who?”

He didn’t answer but it only took her two seconds to recall who that was.

“Oh. Right.”

“I mean, she - you know the story, and her kid-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” her face became closed off, but she smiled, “anyways, is that why you came by? I’m not on break.”

“Ellie, I,” he broke himself off with a sigh.

“Totally fine, Jess. I get it.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. We’re friends. We’re fine. It’s always how this goes, right?” she said the last part like a fuck you.

“El, no, that’s not-”

“Don’t fucking pull this shit again. Let’s just - we’re friends. It’s fine. It’s fucking fine.”

She turned around and walked away clenching her jaw. Fucking stupid asshole fucker. And here she was, putting him first every fucking time. While he pity fucked someone or got high with Jane and chose her only when there was no one else.

And she kept putting up not only with that, but with all he came with, all the shit they didn’t see, his fucking work, his fucking friends and - fuck no.

She knew Jimmy wouldn’t be any different - his job was just as messy, his life was just as chaotic. This wasn’t her realizing one of them was the healthy choice. This was her realizing she was apparently inherently attracted to men who were predetermined to make her life a mess.

Which was more about her than them she guessed.

***

The next day when Saul called her she replied with an “I’m taking a break from dating. I’m focusing on my work and also fuck the meth business,” to which he shushed and spoked over her so as not to compromise the line, “and fuck whatever you guys have going on. I need a normal life.”

It didn’t last. But for a few days, things were actually not an absolute mess in her life.

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