Belinda Has To Trick Clive To Go On The Date By Taking Him To The Dumpling Soup Spot (his Favorite Restaurant

pls read the zosan fic “utilities included” and enjoy sanji making his own life as miserable as possible in plain view of his new roommate

Building Number Twenty-Seven

Summary:

Everyone was watching him, and it made him cry even harder. He was angry at himself. They were staring because he was crying. If he stopped crying, they would stop staring. He knew that. He wanted them to stop staring. But he couldn’t ever make his body do what it was supposed to. He tried his best to avoid getting snot on his shirt. He was pretty sure it was his only shirt, now. He didn’t want it to be all snotty.

This is the story of Clive’s first monster surge, when his family took shelter in the Geller Estate.

dumb superbats. i called them "warmups" but then i didnt draw anything to have been warming up for

When they part, Jason smirks at him.

“My grandmother would be so proud. Waiting till marriage to kiss my husband like a good Christian boy.”

Clive rolls his eyes, and kisses the smirk off his face.

They talk about Jason coming back. He’d only moved out a few outfits when he was living with Farrah and had been recycling a combination of the same three shirts and two pants. They kiss a few more times, Clive enjoying the novel sensation and Jason feeling like he’d repressing it for far too long.

At last, Jason finally asks.

“So, how about it. Was to go on our… what was it? Fifth? Date?”

They go in the next day, Clive harried and positively miffed at being behind on work. Jason feeling light. It’s a Friday, and for the first time in a while, they head home together.

The next day, Jason plans a picnic. They go out to the nearby park, eat, and head to one of the local museums Clive had mentioned wanting to visit multiple times throughout their marriage. Before it too. Jason has been planning the date before they got married and has simply forgotten about it.

Farrah and Belinda give them shit. But when a few weeks later, the copies of their reports appear bound on Clive’s desk, they know who it was.

(And yes. They do convert Jason’s room into a study and return to the large king Clive has purchased for his own in order to… study. Yeah. Just study.)

A modern day AU where Clive is a lonely researcher and Jason works part time at a dumpling soup shop and at an office supply store.

Clive only goes out for three things - food, office supplies, and basic necessities. Somehow he runs into Jason doing all three of these. And somehow, the chef/server who will let Clive rant about his research, coworkers, the university (all while looking very interested), remembers his name and says hi to him every time they see each other.

Me, checking my stats page for the first time in a year: … When and why did that weird one shot I wrote about a guy orgasming from ab exercises suddenly become my most liked fic?

I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)

Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:

The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.

An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.

Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…

He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.

Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.

The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.

After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.

“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”

“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.

“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.

A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.

Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.

“What?”

Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.

“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.

“I’m allergic to poison.”

Shizun loves both!

Teacher AU inspired by a real conversation between 2 of my teachers who where both married middle aged men, with families of their own. 

the intimacy of "how do you know that?"

"because I know you."