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Dr. Gay Dreamboat Pt. 1

AN: I am giving the people what they want! Here is my comeback one shot’s first part. I hope you all enjoy it because this series is going to be STEAMY! 

Basically, Ashton is a doctor and Luke is his hot femboy nurse who has the hots for him...enjoy 

Warning:There will be smut and mentions of smut throughout the series! Bottom! Luke and top! Ashton, of course.  DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE GAY STUFF! Also, be sure to like a reblog if you enjoy! 

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Working as a pediatric nurse had its perks. For example, Luke enjoyed socializing with children—they always had interesting stories to tell, and he liked wearing comfy clothes to work every day. He felt so professional in his little white scrubs. He also enjoyed stealing the candy from all the jars at the receptionist's desk. They always kept lollipops or gummy bears for the children who had a hard time handling vaccinations. But perhaps, the most exciting part (for most of the nurses, in fact) was how attractive he found his boss.

It wasn't the reason he had initially wanted the job. He was excellent with kids, and the registered nurse position required only a three-year degree. It paid more than enough to support his dog himself. It was a lovely job all around. The people were friendly, and there was such a diverse clientele that Luke met people from all over Sydney. It was social job with excellent pay; he couldn't ask for more. Except for the fact that his boss was a dreamboat.

They met at the interview—Luke was a blubbering mess. He wasn't exactly the smartest interviewee, so he rambled any time the man with fluffy brown hair and deep hazel eyes asked him a question.

"Are you from around here, Luke?" His voice had hit Luke's ears like velvet. It felt like a question he would receive at a gay bar, but he definitely wasn't imagining this guy at a gay bar during something as important at a job interview. Right?

"Oh, yeah. I grew up here...all my life," Luke swallowed thickly. He watched the doctor's hands, searching for a wedding ring. He didn't find one.

He's probably too busy for a love life, he thought and bit his lip.

"That's great. You'll easily relate to the patients then. They need someone kind and familiar with the area. It soothes them. I think you'll make a great nurse," The doctor, Ashton, assured. Luke had never heard such eloquent words in his life. He wanted to marry this man and have kids with him. But then, Luke realized that he had only answered two questions. Were his responses really that good? He was a dumb twink with nothing in his head except this doctor's dick for crying out loud!

Maybe Dr. Ashton Irwin saw a bright future inside of him too.

After that, Luke made it his personal mission to get on the handsome doctor's good side. Any chance that he had, he would ask his opinion or ask how to pronounce the name of some ridiculously long prescription just so Ashton would allow their arms to brush. Sometimes, Luke could smell the aftershave or cologne that he wore. It made his head spin.

He was always looking for new ways to get close to him.

"Dr. Irwin, I really love the new murals that you've picked for the examination rooms. The kids are going to love all the pretty colors!" Luke gushed, snacking on one of the children's lollipops in the office break room. He sucked it to stain his lips red.

"Oh yeah? I think so too. I was a hyper child, so I'm sure I would have loved all of the mind-numbing rainbow," Ashton laughed, looking over at Luke, "Hey, isn't that one of the lollipops we give to the kids?"

Luke blushed, "Yeah...just one. I really like the cherry ones," he felt like a child being scolded. It almost  was electrifying. He was hoping that his scrubs made him look particularly attractive today. They always did give his bum a certain heart shape.

"That's funny, Luke. You always light up the office," Ashton said softly, unaware that he had just made Luke's entire week. Oh, what he wouldn't do to sink to his knees right there in the break room and risk this man's entire PhD.

The room was thick since they were alone. Luke could hear the coffee machine whirring and the hands on the clock slowly tick tock. He ached to hear more of Ashton's praise. And maybe he was delusional, but Ashton only ever spoke so softly about him. It caused him to fantasize about being the doctor's fem-boy wife. They would have so many kids. Ashton was so thoughtful when it came to children, Luke was positive that he would want a million with him. Plus, what could be better than a man who already knows where the prostate is? Maybe he needed a therapist, but he was only human. When he saw the stretch of veins in the doctor's forearms or caught the glimpse of a sweet smile stretch across his lips, Luke felt true love.

"Yeah, I am pretty thrilled with the rainbow myself. I love representation," Luke pretended to flip his hair.

"That's why I chose rainbow walls. We deserve to be well accounted for in the office just like everyone else," Ashton flashed Luke a sincere smile.

Luke was a puddle. Just like at the interview, he was unsure of how to answer. The love of his life was at least a little gay too! He diverted his eyes back to his sucker, crossing his legs and trying to fight back a burning blush. He couldn't help but hope that Ashton had been flirting with him at least a little bit. They always shared carried good conversation and cracked small jokes between the two of them. His heart wished for the best, but his himbo brain warned him of being too rash. He loved this job, and he didn't want to lose it over an assumption.

But in that same vapid brain, devoid of all thoughts except cock and becoming someone's breeding bunny, he thought of a plan.

Luke was going to seduce his boss.

"Well, our lunch is over, Luke. Time to head back," Ashton threw away his trash from lunch, washing his hands before putting his white coat back on. Luke liked the sight of the doctor's figure in his scrubs.

"Yes, sir, Dr. Irwin," Luke stood, making sure to bend over a little when he threw his sucker stick into the bin. He listened for any sounds of disgruntlement, but all he heard was Ashton's footsteps as he walked to the door.

Luke followed, grateful that Ashton had waited to hold the door for him. Could he get anymore dreamy?

"You're with me in room 5, Luke," Ashton said, "Just a 9 month old's check up, but I need a nurse to help me when they get their first round of shots. Usually when the mums try to help, the baby ends up crying more. No biggie. It's still slow since school isn't back in session." He was checking over the baby's medical record. Luke was checking him out. His future husband knew everything. He had to be good in the bedroom.

"Yes, sir, Dr. Irwin," Luke gushed, correcting his tone when he heard himself. He hoped he didn't sound too smitten already. He had a hard time controlling himself around Ashton, especially when he was talking all smart about doctor stuff.

"Luke, don't call me sir. That's for when we're alone in the break room," Ashton teased without looking up from the paperwork in his hands. Luke gasped under his breath, feeling his cheeks burn hot.

Maybe his plan wasn't so vapid after all.

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Faerest Brianna Bennett Publication date: November 10th 2020 Genres: Adult, Fairy Tales, Retelling

Mystery has surrounded Sydney White for as long as she can remember. Her mother’s death puzzled even the hardiest of investigators, but eventually, they just stopped trying. So, when Syd is presented with the opportunity to finish a degree in faery anthropology that her mother began over twenty years ago, she leaps at the chance to learn the truth. However, truth is often stranger than fiction, especially when the lines between faery and human are eroding each day. Syd will have to navigate unthinkable deals, a prince in peril she swore she would never speak to again, and an organization only known as Coventry.

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EXCERPT:

Strangely, she could still feel the careful caress of his skin on hers, which of course transitioned into other memories about their final night together. ‘No, we’re not going there.’ she told herself firmly, shaking her head as if that would knock the memories from her brain.

Once she fully came back to the present, she found that Sal had already chosen a track and the timekeeper was counting down. ‘Focus, Syd. Dinner is on the line.’ she told herself, the controller’s smooth plastic familiar and comforting.

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Faerest Brianna Bennett Publication date: November 10th 2020 Genres: Adult, Fairy Tales, Retelling

Mystery has surrounded Sydney White for as long as she can remember. Her mother’s death puzzled even the hardiest of investigators, but eventually, they just stopped trying. So, when Syd is presented with the opportunity to finish a degree in faery anthropology that her mother began over twenty years ago, she leaps at the chance to learn the truth. However, truth is often stranger than fiction, especially when the lines between faery and human are eroding each day. Syd will have to navigate unthinkable deals, a prince in peril she swore she would never speak to again, and an organization only known as Coventry.

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EXCERPT:

Strangely, she could still feel the careful caress of his skin on hers, which of course transitioned into other memories about their final night together. ‘No, we’re not going there.’ she told herself firmly, shaking her head as if that would knock the memories from her brain.

Once she fully came back to the present, she found that Sal had already chosen a track and the timekeeper was counting down. ‘Focus, Syd. Dinner is on the line.’ she told herself, the controller’s smooth plastic familiar and comforting.

Princess Peach, Syd’s favorite character, took off when she accelerated, cruising to the front of the pack efficiently.

She made use of all of the boosters, and she was lapping everyone else within minutes. ‘It feels good to get behind the wheel again, so to speak.’ She thought, and soon enough she found herself embracing the thrill of competition.

While Sal and Syd faced off, Jamie sat between them. Each time someone got ahead of Syd on the track, the lights would strobe ever so slightly, but as soon as she reclaimed first place, they stopped.

He glanced over at Sal and caught Sal looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Jamie’s mouth went dry, and he forced himself to focus on the game. Three rounds later, Syd shot up and cheered for her win.

“YES!” She looked down her nose haughtily at Sal. Jamie watched the scripted awards ceremony unfold, Princess Peach on the top tier, Bowser in second, and one of the computer-controlled racers in third.

“Looks like you’re buying dinner!” she crowed triumphantly.

“I can’t believe I just lost to a princess,” Sal said after a beat, and Syd smirked victoriously.

“There’s your first lesson in Mario Kart and in life: Never underestimate the princess.”

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Fanfiction was where it all began. It gave me the opportunity to stretch my creative muscles and work out crucial lessons in the craft. I spent several years writing for free, which helped me understand the realities of the writing world early on. ​ Once I got to college, I did the one thing that most advisors tell you not to do: I majored in what I was passionate about, not what would be most practical. ​ ​ After graduating from college with a degree in Professional Writing, I took a year off and then enrolled in a double Master's program. In the 3 years that followed, I dedicated myself to learning as much as I could about all areas of writing and publishing. ​ Nowadays, I'm a medical receptionist, soon-to-be self-published author, Medium blogger, writing coach, and podcast host. I live and work in Philadelphia, PA, USA.

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Gorillas Riding In Cars

Today I walked past a white van on King Street where, in the passenger seat, sat a gorilla and it was giving me the finger. I had to stop for a second and double take. I almost certainly was seeing things. 

It was a grey, shitty, overcast day. The weather had turned within the last couple of weeks, from the unbearable heat of Australian summer, into cloudy days, some with humidity, some without. It was the weather I had been waiting for. I can’t focus on anything when the temperature goes above 25 or 26 degrees. So by my logic, I should have been excited. I should have been dragging myself out of the neanderthalic, nauseous slump I had been in for the past 2 months. Yet here I was, on a crowded street, staring at a gorilla flipping the bird right at me.

Things like this happen to me from time to time. I’m not what you would call the most stable of characters. It had to be a guy in a mask. For most people that realisation comes naturally and smoothly. Not in chunks and fragments over the course of the succeeding 5 minutes. Yet here I am, still concerned, as if anything like that mattered in the long run. 

I had been walking home from a doctors appointment. I had a series of blood tests done, a battery of them. I had fasted for 12 hours and swallowed a pill then blown into a shiny silver bag that looked like a futuristic Whoopee Cushion. I had swabs taken and I peed into a cup and the pathologist had mailed this all off to various labs around Sydney. This had been 2 weeks ago, and today I went to see my doctor to see what had been causing this inescapable nausea I had been feeling since my return to Australia. I was a hypochondriac and Doctor K  was thorough.

Everything was normal. Even kidney and liver function were normal. Thyroid levels looked a little off, but it was “Just something to keep an eye on”

So what now? Doctor K asked me how long it had been since I was on anti-psychotics or anti-depressants. Her wording was “mood-altering medications”. 

“Now, you’ve been on a lot of mood-altering medications, haven’t you? How long ago?”

I think the implication was that maybe I would consider getting back on medication.

“A long time ago.” I said.  “For a long time.” 

I wasn’t ready to get back on that horse. I explained to her that the medication did exactly what it was supposed to do. What responsible doctors always try to tell you, that those drugs are meant to be a crutch. A crutch to help you learn to walk again on your own. And besides, the medication I was on -which did help me learn how to walk again- eventually got to the point where the sedative qualities were beginning to hold me back from living life on the days where I felt that I could (Could what? write a novel? run a marathon? rule the world?) handle life. 

Maybe I’m just sad. depressed. I can hardly stand to get out of bed most days. I sleep 12 hours a day and when I have any time free from work, I binge watch Netflix or binge drink anything I can get my hands on.

“How much do you drink?” asked the good doctor. “A lot” I replied. “How much is a lot?” “More than a doctor would recommend, but less than a bar owner would like”

Depression is a bitch. It’s not been long but it feels like forever. Those 3 months in Japan, whilst dangerous and unhealthy, they felt amazing. A close friend of many years stabbed me in the back and sent me to live on the streets until I could afford a plane ticket home. But I had been to Japan before. I had other friends. I schemed and planned and meticulously timetabled everything and I managed to survive on a pittance while simultaneously enjoying myself more than I ever had. Most of my friends didn’t even realise I didn’t have a place to stay.

Even the 3 months in Berlin the year before, where I had wandered the city in a daze, were good times. I had spent the 3 months mostly people-watching during the day, and breaking into abandoned buildings at night. I had just broken up with a long-term girlfriend and it was a lonely, bleak time, but I felt alive.  Every street I turned down was a new street. Every conversation I had with every stranger was radically different to the conversations I had with strangers back home.

But now I was back home. The streets never change in Sydney. The only things that change are public spaces, which are knocked down or levelled or concreted over to build luxury high-rise apartments that my kind will never afford.

“So maybe,” My doctor begins, “Maybe I want to prescribe you with a challenge, instead of a medication. Maybe instead of Zoloft you need Germany. Maybe instead of Seraquol you need Japan.”

Maybe she’s right. “I think you’re right” I tell her. After that, I leave and the receptionist nearly charges me $80 because the appointment hasn’t been marked for bulk billing but we sort it and it’s all fine (and yeah, thanks, have a nice day, you too) and I walk down the street and I try to shake the sadness and a gorilla flips me off and I eat curry at a vegan joint and I walk back home and I type this and typing makes me feel slightly better -or just kind of okay, I guess- and then I hit post and get ready for work. 

Can wanderlust trigger a depression of this magnitude? I’m only a quarter of a human being. I am only alive for 3 months of the year, and those months are spent Out There. Not in Sydney where the streets are all the same and the wildlife make rude gestures from passing vehicles.

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Morning Pages #23 (31.01.2017)

Tuesday 31st Jan - 10:26 a.m.

So I just registered in three out of four of my subjects for the upcoming semester. Registration isn’t open for one subject because it’s a second year subject and registration for those will open up on the 2nd of February, which means I’ll be doing this all again in two days time, this mass anxiety right upon waking. I haven’t brushed my teeth or gotten dressed or eaten yet, I’ve just been sitting at my computer waiting for 10 o’clock, and then getting myself all ready (mentally) for the new semester. I have to get myself in a state of mind where I can commit to the timetable I’ve set up for myself. I always need to remind myself at some point that’s usually embarrassingly early into the semester, that I’m here of my own will and that I’ve decided these hours for myself. This is all my doing. I guess that’s more or less accurate in regards to the tutorials, but not so much when it comes to lectures. Lecture times are decided by the lecturers, really. It’s whatever times suit them best, or whatever times out of a handful of times (decided by the university) suit them best. They at least get some say in it, whereas students get none, because it’s socially acceptable for students to skip lectures but lecturers kind of need to be there. That’s another thing, I’m aiming not to skip any lectures this year. I mean, if I need to be elsewhere then of course I won’t prioritise the lecture. I’m talking more about not giving in to apathy. I will make an effort to attend all lectures and not be lazy about heading into school. I’ve kind of already thought up a plan that’ll compel me to go to lectures, and that is that in my timetable I haven’t set up one ‘lecture day’, like a day that’s entirely lectures and thus, becomes an optional day in my week. Instead, I have at least one tutorial across the three days I’ll also have lectures, so if I miss that day I will also be missing a tutorial. Which is a lot more serious than missing a lecture.

So far, because of my early rising and my ingenious organisational skills, I’ve managed to get Wednesdays and Fridays off, so those two days have now become potential working days, if I do manage to get a job. Moreso, I’ve secured myself three-day weekends for the next four months. Hopefully. We’ll see what class times are available for my last subject. It’s making me really nervous that my timetable won’t be 100% sorted before Thursday, because of this one stupid second year subject. Goodness, okay no it’s not stupid. It’s Environmental Politics, and I’m actually really excited for it. It’s a very important part of my minor, which is hopefully going to become the basis for my honours work. Or my Masters. We’ll see. Anyway, if I were to get the perfect time for that tutorial, it would be on a Thursday afternoon, or anywhere from 11 to 4 on a Thursday. Because as it is currently, I have a FIVE HOUR GAP between my first class on Thursday and my last. That gap is definitely going to encourage me to go home and not deal with my Thursday evening lecture, and that won’t do.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to get a job too. I have the time to work right now, I should be utilising that time and making some money. I need money, I really do. My Greek textbook is going to cost a little over sixty dollars, I looked it up. That’s essentially one myki 28-day pass, I can’t afford to spend that money on a book. I have about $750 to live off of for the rest of the year, and that is nowhere near enough, especially considering that ASOS is having a sale right now and I’ve been too tempted to just buy a whole bunch of REALLY CHEAP TOPS. I’ve sent an application to Woolworths again, and I received my application outcome with ALDI (not good), and I think I’ll go back to applying to clinics now, because I suppose my medical receptionist training should be put to some use. I just really...really don’t want to do it. I don’t think I’d like working in a clinic at all. The last time I worked in an office it wasn’t too enjoyable for me, but then again that was with my dad and it was in this dusty, old converted warehouse in Tullamarine. Tullamarine was always an odd-sounding name for a place to me, especially considering that’s where Melbourne airport is. Is it not funny that a place famous for being the location of an airport also has ‘marine’ in its name? Is that only just me, like I know that’s funny.

I took a break from writing because Emily sent me a message on Facebook asking me to housesit again this weekend. Just from Friday to Monday, because she has to go back to Sydney for some work. She said she’d give me fifty dollars for the three days or so, which is pretty sweet. So, right after I left I’ll be finding myself right back in Northcote with the lovely, furry boys! It’s actually pretty lovely, I think. I didn’t get to say goodbye to Romy properly before I left, because I had just vacuumed and he was hiding under the bed. I left a treat on his back though, and patted him briefly through the bedposts. I’m just a little curious about what it’ll be like moving back down for only a weekend. Last time I was there it was a month-long stay, and I had so many things with me, so many of my belongings. This time around I can quite easily just take one bag along. Hey, I’m seeing Evan again this weekend, and he’ll have a bunch of questions for me, I think. He’ll be all ‘I thought you’d moved back to Mill Park’ and I’ll be all ‘I have, yeah, because I’m living out of one bag now in Northcote, because the owner had to go back to Sydney for like three days after her month-long trip to Sydney’. This is a very adorable, rather hilarious situation. If she travels enough this year, I can just live off of housesitting for her, to be honest. That beats being a deli worker at Polaris.

I’m nearly at the end of this second page. My dad just started praying in the upstairs living room and I have become very self-conscious of the sound of my typing. My typing is actually quite loud right now. I feel like I should take a longer break until he’s done praying, just to be courteous. So I will.

Matt just made an event on Facebook, letting everybody know that he’s bringing his show ‘The Face of Gentrification & Other Ideas’ to Perth, so I invited Rowan, Nicole and Sinisa, who are people I know in Perth, to the event. Rowan and Nicole I met with Ikaros on a train home from the city last year. It was the Viola Migration: Ikaros and I had just come from the Burnley campus, collecting the last of my violas. Rowan and Nicole had gotten on the train at Southern Cross, most likely having come straight from the airport. They were staying in Melbourne with some friends for a couple of days, they said. They got off at Heidelberg, but the whole time there we were having some pretty lively conversation amongst ourselves. Ikaros and Rowan were essentially the SAME PERSON, just one was ten or so years into the future. Keeping aside the fact that they both had red hair for just a minute, I will also say that they had a very similar world view: they were both somewhat cynical, both realists with an avid interest in future technology and space travel. Every time Rowan said something that I knew Ikaros has said to me before, I gave Ikaros a very knowing look which he either returned, or also sometimes blatantly ignored (or tried to ignore) when Rowan said something that was so obviously something Ikaros also believed in. Sometimes Ikaros recites something he believes so often that I make fun of him after a certain point, for bringing it up again with an equal enthusiasm he displayed the first time he mentioned that thing. Whenever Rowan mentioned one of these more infamous beliefs that the pair shared, it seemed that both Nicole and I recognised those beliefs as a standard Rowan/Ikaros belief, something everybody who knew them had heard too too often. The whole exchange was fantastical, honestly. It was like Ikaros had met a kindred spirit.

When Rowan and Nicole got off the train at Heidelberg station, Ikaros and I decided to get off too so that we could catch the bus back to his rather than lug all of the violas up the hill. The bus, however, was gone for the day, so we just went back to making conversation with Rowan and Nicole whilst they waited to be picked up by the people they were going to be staying with. Rowan offered to buy one of my violas and I said ‘nonsense!’ and just handed them one, which they said they’d be gifting to the people they were going to be staying with. Rowan also actually ate one of the viola leaves on the train because I mentioned they were edible. Nobody else did despite my revealing this information. Viola leaves are actually pretty tasty, they’re just like spinach. Anyway, after the plant was handed over to them, Rowan also suggested we all add each other on Facebook. So Ikaros took a picture of his I.D. and we looked them both up once we’d gotten back to Rosanna. All in all, it was one of the more memorable train trips I’ve ever had, and Ikaros and I know we have good friends in Perth.

I’m tempted to just go to Perth and catch Matt’s show, maybe say hey to Rowan and Nicole, and then head home again. It’s a pipedream, I think, a very short-term pipedream. If Malith is down to drive all the way to Perth, I think it’d be pretty fun though. Malith, or I could drive too, and get some more hours. It’ll be in February, like two weeks before school starts again. We could very easily just drive to Perth. I don’t know! I just want to make the most of my time off!

I’m going to the Abbotsford Lentils tonight to catch Rhiannon. She has a gig there with two other people. I’m going to take the 901 to Greensborough and the train from there on the Hurstbridge line so I can see Ikaros for a little bit. He needs to give me my sunglasses, because I left them at his. I mentioned this yesterday. He’ll be with Cameron this afternoon, but I’ll be seeing him around four, hopefully. Today will be a pretty sweet day, I think. I’ve missed Rhiannon like crazy! It’ll be so lovely seeing her again after all this time, properly hanging out with her rather than catching her on a passing train and waving violently from across two platforms.

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