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Do You Think About Me?

`~Noah by Megan Moroney~

Author's Note: requested! so sorry it took forever to get out lol Summary: Sweet high school romance lol Word count: 8,749 Warnings: nothing too serious

Remember how we’d skip class? We were all that and in love.

She sat in the front row of her third period math class. Mr. Nicholson was lecturing directly in front of her. His back was turned towards the students as he was writing out the formula he wanted his students to learn. 

Dragging the eraser of her pencil against the paper slowly tracing absentmindedly along the corners of the paper. It was impossible for her to focus. It was the Friday before prom and she couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect tomorrow needed to be. 

After prom, all of their friends were staying at the local hotel. Jack’s parents booked the presidential suite with several rooms for everyone.

Tomorrow was going to be perfect, needed to be perfect. The room was hot and muggy with the sun glaring through the dirty windows. The class was full of muffled conversations between each of the students. She was the only quiet one as she lifted her gaze to see Mr. Nicholson awkwardly shifts in front of the class.

Brushing her hair away from her face she glanced towards the door that was propped open. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw Jack leaning against the wall directly across the doorway. Her posture straightened as a small grin instantly formed to her lips.

A smirk fell on Jack’s lips as he raised his finger up towards his lips. Tilting his head to the side as he slowly walked backwards away from the view of the door. His bag was on his back. Clearing her throat, she looked towards Mr. Nicholson who was fully spinning around to face the students again.

Y/N raised her hand up and he instantly called on her.”Can I go to Mrs. Hanson’s office please?” she asked through a cracking voice.

“Yes, grab your stuff. Come see me during your study hall,” he stated before he looked towards the other side of the classroom. Without hesitation, she began to shove every notebook and piece of paper into her bag. She glanced down the hallway to see it was empty.

She knew Jack was hiding a few feet away from the door. Every once in a while he would sneak over to her classroom, wanting to see her for a few minutes. It wasn’t often but if he was hovering outside of the classroom, she knew he wanted to see her. 

It didn’t take long for her to gather all of her things before she stepped away from her desk. She tossed her bag over her shoulder as she took fast steps out of the room. Fighting the smirk forming to her lips. She turned left and instantly began walking down towards the hallway. It was dead silent as she walked down the hallway towards their usual meeting spot. There was an empty closet they would hang out in that was on the opposite side of the floor. 

She glanced behind her to see that no one was following her as she rounded the corner towards the closet. Suddenly, she felt hands take a hold of her waist. A gasp fell from her lips while she felt her bag slide from her shoulders.

Looking up, she saw Jack standing directly in front of her with a wide grin on his lips. “Took you long enough, Gorgeous,” Jack mumbled as he reached behind him to pull the closet door open.

“You have to stop hovering during Nicholson’s class, he’s starting to catch on,” she mumbled as he guided her inside by her waist. He chuckled as he reached towards the backpack against her shoulder. Quickly, he dropped the bag towards the floor. He pushed her back against the door. 

He brushed her hair behind her ear as he leaned towards her. “This is the only time I get to see you during the day,” he whispered against her ear. Slowly, he took a hold of her chin to tilt her head to the side. Leaning towards her, delicately pressing his lips against the side of her neck. 

Biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head to the side. He took a hold of the lock and twisted it. He glided his hand along her jawline as he began to suck the skin beneath her ear. Teasingly biting the skin as she raised her hand up and started sliding her fingers through his hair.

“Jack,” she mumbled out as she leaned her head back against the door. He hummed against her neck before he began to pepper kisses along her jawline.

“We only have so much time left together before you aban–”

“Baby, please don’t bring this up right now,” she mumbled as she took a hold of his cheeks, pulling his head back.

“Okay,” he let out breathily before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently.

The king to my prom queen, voted most likely to make out. That was us.

She stood in front of the mirror running her hands along her sides. A sigh fell from her lips as she turned to the side to look at her side profile. She ran her hand along her stomach while she continued to scan her frame. The dress was tighter than her normal wardrobe.

It was a satin red dress, with a tight sweetheart neckline with thin straps. The dress was tight right above her hips before it began to be more flowy. There was a high slit that stopped high up on her thigh.

Prom is meant to be the last hurrah of high school. She needed tonight to be perfect. Their future together was left completely uncertain. She needed it to be everything she wanted and more.

She brushed her hair away from her shoulder as she let out a huff of air. She took a few steps away from the mirror, pulling the dress up as she walked away. There was a soft knock against her door. Clenching her jaw, she took a shaky breath. 

Jack poked his head into the bedroom, his eyes were shut, “Can I come in?” he asked softly. Her body straightened as his voice rang through the tiny room. A wide grin formed to her lips as she slowly spun around to face the door.

“Yes,” she mumbled as she shyly rested her hands onto her hips.

Quickly, he shuffled inside, his eyes opening instantly. His mouth fell open as a blush instantly spread across his cheeks.  He raised his hand up as he covered his mouth, trying to hide the wide grin on his lips.

“Wow,” he muttered as he shook his head slightly. His eyes continued to scan her features, admiring every curve along her frame. She tilted her head to the side as her arms rounded over her stomach. He shook his head as he reached behind him to twist the lock towards the door. 

“Let me see you,” he mumbled as he took a hold of her arms and dropped them to her side. Carefully, he began to trail his fingertips along her frame. The satin fabric against his fingertips sent shivers down his frame. 

Her lips curled upward slowly as she tilted her head to the side, scanning his frame. Jack rested his hands on her lower back pulling her closer to him. Her hands rested on the base of his neck, his frame was covered in a black undershirt and a matching pair of slick black dress pants. His hair was styled perfectly, messy but on purpose. She took a few pieces of his hair between her fingertips. Looking into his light eyes she saw them widen.

“What?” she questioned breathlessly. He smirked as he raised his hand up and took a hold of her cheek. He dragged his thumb across her cheek as he looked over her features. He pouted his bottom lip for a second before he leaned towards her. 

Leaning towards her, he pressed his lips against hers softly. A hum fell from her lips as she leaned into him. Slowly, she ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled her closer to him.

After a few seconds he pulled back, “So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, slowly her lips curled upward as her eyes flickered open. “And all mine,” he whispered as he leaned down, taking a hold of her waist and lifting her up off of the ground. 

“Jack!” she scolded through a fit of laughter as she tightened her grip around his neck. He rested his hand onto the curve off her ass as her chest was pressed aganist his shoulder. “Jack, oh my god!” she said as Jack swung the door open. 

“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” he shouted as he reluctantly allowed her to slide down his frame and land on her feet again. Her hands rested on his chest as she stared towards the top button of the shirt. Fighting a smirk forming on her lips as she reached towards it and unbuttoned it.

“Baby?” he questioned barely above a whisper as she adjusted the shirt for him, showing off more of his chest. The silver chain on his neck became more apparent. She took a hold of it in her hand as she looked up towards him, meeting his gaze. “What’s on your mind?” he asked teasingly. 

She shook her head slowly as she dragged her hand along his chest. Dropping her hand, allowing him to interlock their fingers together. He tilted his head back while biting his bottom lip. Y/N began to climb down the steps, Jack shamelessly watched each sway of her hips.

They rounded down the steps to see both of their families scattered all over her living room.

“There they are!” her mother shouted as they continued down the steps. Jack’s eyes instantly widened as he lifted his head up. He pursed his lips forward as he tried to hide the grin on his lips; or the fact that he was staring at her ass.

“Can we get some photos now please?” his mom begged, getting the room to laugh. She nodded dramatically as they began walking towards their backyard where there would be beautiful areas to take photos. Jack looped his arm around her waist as they continued through the sea of people in the house.

~

It had been several hours since they arrived at prom, the food was amazing, the music was shockingly good and the dancing was incredible. Jack didn’t leave her side the entire night. She was half expecting to see him disappear with his friends but he stuck around. They would dance in the sea of people or sit down to relax for a while.

It was a dreamy night, not perfect but dreamy enough. Jack’s appearance alone was enough to make the whole night dreamy for them. 

The only part that seemed to bother her was the amount of girls that would still approach him and flirt. Rumors were going around school that the NHL was ringing him and his career was around the corner too. Girls were obsessed with the idea of becoming one of his groupies, hoping that one day they’ll get picked to be the one.

Even though Jack already had the one. He was completely oblivious to what the girls’ intention were as he only had eyes for Y/N. 

Right now, they were swaying along to the slow song that was playing loudly in the ballroom their school rented out. The class president was on stage, fumbling with the microphone in her hand as she was staring towards the paper in her hand. 

Y/N rested her head onto Jack’s shoulder as she shifted her gaze towards the stage. Jack’s hands were gliding along her back soothingly.

The class president was standing on the stage, spewing out a speech about how important prom is to everyone and how this is the last big moment before the graduation ceremony.

The words didn’t matter as she shut her eyes as she continued to sway along to the music with Jack pressed against her body.

The words didn’t matter until, “Welcome to the stage your prom king and queen, Jack Hughes and Y/N Y/L/N!” Her eyes widened as she lifted her head up from his shoulder. A wide grin was plastered to his lips as he quickly began to guide her towards the stage. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist while leaning towards her, whispering, “Just smile and wear the crown, my love,” he pressed his lips against her cheek. A small chuckle fell from her lips.

Walking onto the stage, the ballroom erupted into cheers. Many of the cheers were dedicated towards Jack but her friend group was cheering loudly for her in the back of the group of people.

She was dissociating while she was on the stage, there was loud music as a tiny crown was placed onto her head. The only thing keeping her within reality was Jack’s arm around her waist.

There was a small smile on her face but she never liked having attention on her; that didn’t matter when she was dating Jack Hughes. 

“Smile, my love,” he whispered in her ear as the class president stood in front of them with a camera. A soft laugh fell from her lips as she began smiling widely. She leaned her head towards Jack as they smiled for the picture. Glancing down, she saw the sash across her frame. She doesn’t remember that being covered over her frame.

Jack took a hold of her waist, forcing her gaze towards him. A small smile fell to her lips as she looked up towards him to meet his gaze. “So stunning,” he whispered before he leaned towards her pecking her lips briefly.

Smiling up towards him she reached towards him and took a hold of his hand as she guided him off the stage to the sound of cheers surrounding them. Quickly, she guided him away from the stage towards a secluded area of the ballroom. There were plenty of eyes watching their movements, watching them walk away from the crowd.

“Woah, baby, what’s happening?” he let out while letting out a nervous laugh.

She spun on her heel, turning to meet his gaze through the dark dimly lit room. “Do you want everyone to watch?” she asked teasingly.

“Watch what?” he shot back, a smirk toying to his lips.

She rolled her eyes without replying as she continued to guide him towards the secluded hallway barely hidden enough from the crowd of their classmates. But for once, she didn’t care. 

Y/N continued to guide him towards the hallway, instantly pressing her back against the cold wall. Without hesitation he pressed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall. He reached over to take a delicate hold of her chin.

“I love you,” he whispered. She smiled softly as she leaned towards him pressing her lips against his softly.

Her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hands began to roam her frame while he pressed her body against the wall. His fingertips glided along the exposed skin of her thigh from her dress. He hummed against her lips as he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. 

A giggle fell from her lips as she took a hold of his cheeks with her hands. “Never wear a normal dress again,” he mumbled against her lips, a low hum falling from his lips in the process.

“Yeah?” she questioned teasingly.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled before he devoured her lips once more.

I remember you saying I’d sound good with your last name

She was hesitant to be here, almost worried that her presence would ruin the biggest day of Jack’s life. She sat beside him on the inside, his mother was sat beside him. The rest of his family followed.

It was a conversation they have had repeatedly about if she should be here or not. Jack wanted her here, rather needed her here. She was afraid that if one day they broke up and she would be a part of this huge moment forever. Jack didn’t care about that, he needed her to be there beside him.

He was afraid that at the last minute the Devils would pick Kaapo Kakko over him. There was talk that closer the draft came that he was the better choice than Jack. Jack had something to prove. Maybe being picked first meant that he would prove it to himself that he does belong in the league.

Jack had his arm draped across her shoulder as she rested her hand low on his knee. Slowly, she dragged her thumb soothingly along the checkered suit. “All this waiting is for show right?” Jack leaned towards his mom, whispering. His heart was racing dramatically as he looked over the New Jersey Devils themed screens. 

Y/N didn’t hear what his mother was whispering to him, but she continued to slowly run her hand along his leg. He wouldn’t admit it but he was nervous, everyone knew it. Jack instantly leaned towards Y/N, delicately pressing his lips against her jawline.

“What was that for?” she asked softly. He looked over her features while taking a deep breath. He shook his head as they all lined up towards the microphone. The entire space instantly simmered down and started paying close attention. He dropped his hand from her shoulder, reaching over towards her furthest thigh.

He squeezed the skin of her leg repeatedly, calming himself down. She rested her hand on top of his as she ran her thumb across the skin. He shut his eyes for a moment but he couldn’t not watch everything that was unfolding in front of him. His heart was slamming against his chest, cascading shivers all over his frame as he stared towards the stage. His hand was squeezing her leg repeatedly.

“With the first pick overall, the New Jersey Devils are proud to select from the US program, Jack Hughes,” 

Jack dropped his head as he squeezed her thigh for a second. Quickly, he stood up from his seat, turning towards her, waiting to embrace her. Instantly, wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tightly to his chest. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love,” she whispered as she pulled back. He smiled widely as he mouthed I love you towards her before he spun around and began making his rounds to hug his family.

She stood on the outskirts of it and watched the light in Jack’s eyes erupt. He was so happy, so proud of himself now too. He was allowed to enjoy this moment, expectations were going to follow but right now he was allowed to savor every second of crossing that stage and putting on that Devils jersey. 

She brought her hands towards her mouth, covering her quivering lips as she watched him cover his frame with the jersey. The red jersey covered his frame beautifully, it fit like a glove.

Ellen inched over and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s body. A giggle fell from Ellen’s lips, covering a happy cry that fell from her lips. “I’m so glad you joined us,” she muttered against Y/N’s hair. 

Pulling back, she looked up towards Ellen, the tears that were brimming Y/N’s eyes were starting to fall slightly. “Really?” she asked softly. Ellen’s lips fell into a pout as she instantly pulled Y/N tighter to her chest. 

“Of course honey, he’s so in love with you. And we adore you,” she whispered into her ear. 

They hugged for a few more seconds before they were all escorted to the back of the stage. Jack had to do several interviews while they were waiting for him in the back.

~

Several hours after the draft day ended, there was a party that was supposed to happen in one of the hotel suites. Jack’s family was already there but Jack was emotionally and physically exhausted.

He was standing at the foot of the bed staring towards the jersey laid out on the bed. The Devils logo front and center, it made his heart race. She was laying on her stomach, kicking her legs back and forth in the air slowly. She watched him admire the jersey for a few seconds. He smirked as he looked up towards her. 

Their eyes instantly connected and he smiled widely toward her. She tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips forward. He forced his gaze back down towards the jersey, an idea circling his mind. 

“What?” she asked breathily as she watched him round the bed. He shook his head slowly as she rolled onto her back. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him stand in front of her. Teasingly, he took a hold of her knees, gliding his fingertips along her skin. Slowly, gliding his hands down her thighs.

The corner of her lips curled upward as she continued to look into his eyes. “What are you thinking, pretty girl?” he asked as he pushed her legs apart teasingly. A dry chuckle fell from her lips as he continued to glide his hands along her skin 

“I’m thinking that we should go to that party before your parents start asking questions,” she explained as she looked into his light eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he reached towards the jersey laying beside them. 

“I’m thinking you should put this on right now,” he mumbled while reaching over and sliding it over towards them.

“It doesn’t belong to me,” she teased as she took a hold of the jersey sleeve.

“Just wait till our last name is on the back,” he said while pulling her body towards the edge of the bed. Slowly, she sat up while keeping eye contact with him. He reached towards her, dragging his fingertips beneath her shirt.

“Our last name?” she asked while she took a hold of the jersey, dragging it over her lap. Jack smiled softly as he leaned back, keeping his hands to himself. Slowly, she pulled the jersey over her body. Jack’s eyes lit up at the sight of the Devils jersey covering her frame. 

“Y/N Hughes, doesn’t it sound so perfect?” he questioned as he stepped back and admired her frame with the jersey drowning her frame. She leaned back on her hands as she watched Jack shamelessly scan her frame.

His Devils jersey looked as though it was made for her frame. It was better than he could’ve ever imagined, seeing her in his NHL jersey. He never wanted to see her in anything else. It was exactly what he wanted, maybe more. The soft smile on her lips, teasing him with a singular look.

“It’s got a nice ring to it,” she let out teasingly as he slowly climbed on top of her forcing her on her back. She giggled as she rested her hands onto his cheeks as he instantly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers urgently. A soft hum fell from her lips as he continued to kiss her as if it was the last thing he’ll ever do. 

Her fingers ran through his hair as he reached down and took a hold of her thigh, wrapping her leg around his waist. They stayed in that position for a while, their lips moving perfectly insync. 

After a few seconds, he rolled onto his back. He was biting his bottom lip as he watched her eyes squint slightly. 

She smirked as she straddled his lap, running her hands across his chest. A smile spread across his lips as he dragged his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. Teasingly pushing her dress higher and higher on her frame. Smirking, she brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“Can’t wait to see you wear it with our last name, baby,” he mumbled as he continued to glide his hand along her frame. Slowly, tugging at the fabric of the jersey. 

“Can’t wait,” she whispered as she leaned down, kissing him so delicately. He squeezed her thighs delicately as he parted his lips; for once letting her take control of the moment.

“Yeah?” he mumbled against her lips. She nodded as she ran her thumb across the skin of his cheek. “Y/N Hughes,” he let out a soft smirk on his lips before he leaned down and kissed her slowly. 

They stayed in that position for several minutes. Neither caring how late they were going to be for the party. Jack never wanted to get the image of her in his jersey on top of him out of his mind. She was beautiful, red was absolutely perfect on her. 

Time seemed to fly by, the longer they were together like this. Their clothed bodies grinding against one another as they were desperate to shed clothing. The lingering thought of the people waiting on them in the back of their minds.

Jack seemingly didn’t care, all he knew was that his girl was in his NHL jersey. That’s all he wanted, that’s all he needed.

At least he thought so before there was a loud knock against their door. She instantly leaned back, her hands covering her mouth as she stared down towards Jack. He simply had a cocking grin on his lips as he massaged the skin of her thighs for a second. She quickly climbed off of his lap, taking a hold of his jersey and pulling it over her head.

“Hey, hey, keep it on,” he let out with a pout on his lips. 

“Jack,” she scolded while laughing as she dropped it onto his lap. She climbed off the bed, adjusting the ends of her dress. Quickly, she walked towards the bathroom to adjust her frame. 

Jack rolled his eyes playfully as he jogged towards the door. He didn’t check who it was before he swung the door open. Trevor and Cole were both outside of his door. Smirks were evident on their lips.

Cole swallowed harshly as he glanced towards the bathroom that was lit up, “Your mother is wondering where you and your girlfriend are. We offered to search for you, in case it wasn’t a pretty sight,” Cole teased.

Jack shoved him back as a wide grin fell to his lips. “Shut up, man,” he let out while laughing, “Get in here,” he offered while laughing.

The two boys snuck inside of the hotel room, they were both still wearing their jerseys. “Did we have a good reason?” Trevor asked teasingly. Jack didn’t respond as he simply chuckled nervously. “Where’s your jersey?” Trevor continued while pointing towards the sweat stains on his chest.

“I was hot,” Jack mumbled, avoiding both of their eyes. 

“Bet you were,” Cole teased.

We were counting on forever till forever never came.

They were laying in her bed, facing one another. One of his hands was looped around her waist. His hand rested beneath her shirt, gliding his fingertips along the skin of her lower back. His other hand rested beneath his head. Their faces were only an inch apart. 

Her hand rested on his cheek, running her thumb across the apple of his cheek. His eyes were shut, simply savoring each passing moment. Long distance started tonight. He needed to leave for the airport in two hours. 

“Baby,” Jack mumbled out as he continued to run his hand along the skin of her lower back. She hummed as a reply as she took in a deep breath while she dragged her thumb along his cheek. “Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked somewhat as a joke. A breathay laugh fell from his lips as he opened his eyes slowly.

Their eyes connected as she squinted her own eyes. A pout fell onto his lips as he rolled onto his back, his hand gliding away from her frame. A huff fell from his lips as he stared towards the ceiling.

“Jack,” she muttered as she inched towards him. She reached for his cheek, pulling his gaze back towards her. His lips slowly curled up into a smirk. “Do you really want to have this conversation again?” she asked softly while watching his eyes lit up. He shrugged while looking up towards her.

“I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you,” he muttered. Slowly, she leaned down pressing her lips against his for a few seconds. A hum fell from his lips as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her hip. 

“We’re not breaking up, Jack,” she mumbled against his lip, she dragged her finger across his bottom lip teasingly. He smirked as he rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I know baby, but I won’t see you for-like-ever,” he mumbled as he pushed her onto her back. A giggle fell from her lips as he laid on top of her frame. He wrapped his arms around her center as he rested his head into the crook of her neck. Their legs instantly entangled as he pressed his lips against the side of her neck.

“We’ll make it work,” she whispered softly as she dragged her hand slowly along his back. He let out a small sigh of relief as she continued to run her hand along his back. Carefully, she glided her fingers through the short ends of his hair.

“Can you transfer to Rutgers next semester, I mean–only if you hate it at Michigan State. I would hate it there too,” Jack mumbled jokingly. His question if she could transfer has been a topic of discussion between them since the draft. 

She would be lying if she didn’t consider it. Michigan State was her plan since she was a kid. Her parents both went there and so did each of her older siblings. There was no other plan, there couldn’t be another plan.

Her mom used to always tell her to never go to college with a boyfriend. Life was meant to start new at college. But Jack was different. They’ve been together since they were fourteen. She didn’t know life without him. He didn’t know life without her.

She always had the fear that they would break up, he would find someone better. Yet he always made her a priority, no matter what. He’s so in love with her, he didn’t know how he could be without her.

“We’ll talk about it later in the semester, you know that my love,” she explained as she continued to trail her fingertips along his back. He squeezed her sides for a few seconds while he pressed his lips against the skin of her neck.

“You’ll think about it though right?” he asked quietly as he lifted his head up, looking down towards her.

“I promise,” she muttered.

“Yeah?” he asked with a soft smile on his lips. She nodded. “Good,” he said before he leaned down and began to kiss her slowly. She hummed against his lips as she glided her hands through his hair. 

“We’ll be okay,” she mumbled against his lips. He nodded before he propped himself up, hovering on top of her. Parting her lips, she allowed him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues instantly connected, creating an instant wave of heat over her frame.

The kiss was slow and desperate as they were savoring every last second, every movement. Leaning back, he took a hold of the ends of his shirt. Instantly pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.

A smirk formed to her lips as her gaze dipped towards his toned abs. A cocky grin fell to his lips as he felt her glide her fingertips across his muscles. She could feel his muscles tense under her delicate touch. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers delicately as she ran her hands across his upper back. His body erupted in goosebumps as her hands glided along his hot skin. Jack felt intoxicated with the way her lips moved against his. Her vanilla perfume engulfed his senses, a smell he could never get tired of. 

~three months later~

She sat on the half broken couch inside of the fraternity party. Her roommate was sitting beside her, drunk out of her mind. Y/N not so much. She was tipsy, sure, but she was definitely more self aware than Chloe. 

The music was slowly getting quieter as she was staring towards the group of people across from her. She knew almost everyone in the party. Her dorm floor had half of the fraternity brothers on it; so eventually it became easy for her to be friends with them. 

Jack would be lying if he said that he was okay with it. Most of her friends were guys and he wasn’t a huge fan of it. Especially since they would flirt with her constantly. She always claimed that they were being nice, but Jack knows when guys have different intentions.

She saw the group of guys dancing together, a few girls were in the mix. It was late, late enough that she should be making her way back to her dorm. But Chloe was in no shape to walk a quarter mile back to their room.

This wouldn’t be the first time that she would have to stay the night in the basement because of Chloe. Getting drunk like this was her way of coping with the fact that Owen, her friends with benefits that loved to flirt and dance with other girls. Y/N had a lot of cleaning up to do. 

Her phone started vibrating in her pocket and she quickly began to pull it out. It was Jack calling her. A small smile formed to her lips as she stared towards the contact photo. It was a mirror picture on his draft day. She was wearing his Devils jersey as he was pressing his lips against her neck while fighting off a grin. She brought the phone towards her ear. 

“Hey pretty boy,” she let out, a sigh of content leaving her lips. 

“Hey baby, are you busy?” he asked softly. 

Her lips fell into a small pout for a second before she pursed her lips forward. “I’m at a party making sure Chloe doesn’t swallow her tongue. But I can step outside for a second,” she offered while standing up from the couch. She pointed to her friend Kyle who was on the outskirts of the circle. 

“Yeah, I miss your voice, baby,” he let out, his voice was raspy as he spoke.

“I miss you too,” she let out as her voice broke as she spoke. Kyle wandered towards the couch and sat down on the opposite end of where Chloe was laid out. “How are you feeling?” she asked quietly.

She nodded towards him as she climbed the stairs out of the basement, there was another collection of party goers on the main level of the house. She shoved her way through the crowd, bumping into a few people in the process. 

“I’m so exhausted, my body hurts. Wish you were here, the usual,” Jack explained with a dry laugh leaving his throat. 

She stepped out of the house onto the back patio. There were a few people smoking on the patio, nodding towards her while she walked away. She stepped down the patio and began to pace back and forth along the gravel driveway. 

“I’m sorry, my love, I wish I was there too,” she mumbled.

“But you won’t transfer to Rutgers, right,” he said, a scoff falling from his lips.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she tossed her head back, “Did you call me just to have a fight, Jack? If that’s the case then I’m just going to fucking hang up, I’m not in the mood,” she shot back, rolling her eyes as she looked back towards the small group of people that were leaving the house. 

“I just don’t understand how you can be comfortable being so miserable away from one another,” he said, a crack in his voice was evident. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip while dropping her gaze towards the gravel beneath her feet. 

“I am not comfortable with it! I miss you with everything that I have, Jack. How do you not understand that?” she explained with a sob climbing in her throat. “All I want is to be with you!” 

“Then be with me!” Jack shot back.

“Jack, I’m not in the mood to have this conversation again,”

“You cannot tell me you are happy there,” Jack let out, evidently holding back tears as he spoke.

“I can be happy here and still want to be with you, J,” she let out while wiping the sudden tear that fell on her cheek.

For a while, he didn’t reply. She wasn’t even sure that he was still on the phone with her anymore. He hated that she was happy without him, he hated that it was even an option for her. Yet, all he wanted was for her to be happy. He simply wished that her being happy was with him and not hundreds of miles away.

“Jack?” she let out quietly. 

“I want you to be happy, baby.” he let out as he tilted his head back against the headboard. Her body straightened as the words left his lips. She had no idea what he meant by that. A small gasp fell from her lips as she watched another group of people walk out of the house and start walking towards the main street. 

“I want you to be happy too, J,” she mumbled. Jack took in a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards the ceiling. “I want to be with you, Jack, but I love it here,” she said as a sob rose in her throat.

He squinted his eyes shut as he stared towards the ceiling, “I know, love,” he muttered before he began to chew on his bottom lip for a few seconds. “I just wish you could love it here with me,” he let out while swallowing harshly. 

“I want to, Jack,” she said as she glanced behind her to see Timothy, Kyle’s roommate, standing on the back patio. He was leaning against the railing watching her. “I need you to know that I wish I could just drop everything and move to Jersey. But I can’t drop every dream I have for your dream,” she expressed as a sob fell from her lips.

He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip as he looked towards the framed photo on his nightstand table. It was a photo of them before prom. Her sister took a photo of them while they were still at her house. Jack had his arms around her waist as he was swaying their bodies back and forth. 

“Why don’t you call me tomorrow? Get some sleep, beautiful,” Jack let out after a sudden deep breath. She sniffled as she looked towards Timothy. He was patiently waiting for her to get off of the phone. 

“Can I call you when I get back to my room? I don’t know if I wanna sleep alone tonight,” she asked softly. 

“Absolutely baby, FaceTime me, yeah?” he question quietly before clearing his throat.

“I will, love you,” she mumbled.

“Love you more, baby,” Jack said as he hung up the phone. 

She kept the phone near her ear for a second as she heard it disconnect. She knew what was coming. They were crumbling as the days went on. She could feel it. He could feel it. Neither of them wanted to hate each other at the end. She was still in love with him. He was madly in love with her.

Distance was destroying them. She has visited several times over the last three months. But a weekend every three weeks can only do so much for a relationship. Especially since Jack was so emotionally exhausted and he wasn’t even halfway into the season yet.

Carefully, she brought her phone back down from her ear and into her pocket. She looked behind her towards Timothy. “Destiny is with Chloe now, if you want I can walk you back towards your dorm,” Timothy called out. She nodded while she instantly turned on her heel to start walking away from the party. “Are you crying?” he asked as he jogged after her.

“Not a big deal,” she mumbled as she kept her head low, she watched her feet carefully at each step.

“Did your hotshot boyfriend make you sad? I dont’ care if he’s good at hockey, I’ll beat his ass,” Timothy jokes. She let out a small laugh while rolling her eyes. 

“He’s not good at hockey, he’s amazing at hockey. Stop calling him hotshot,” she let out as she met Timothy’s gaze for a second, “And let’s be real, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him,” 

“Seriously though, are you guys alright?” he questioned while they were walking side by side.

“I think we’re breaking up tomorrow,” she let out softly.

“What?”

“Long distance is killing us. He wants me in Jersey, I want to be here. It’s just going to make us hate each other,” she said as a sob fell from her lips. 

Timothy reached over towards her, politely wrapping his arm over his shoulder. He swayed their bodies back and forth a few times. “Fall break is coming up, why don’t you visit him and mend things?” he offered.

“He’s on a roadtrip during the long weekend, can’t even see him,” she explained while she still kept her gaze low.

“Maybe you two just need a little mental break and you’ll be back to normal,” 

“Maybe,” she mumbled.

~~~

They’ve been avoiding the topic for nearly an hour. It was never deliberately implied that this is what they were going to be talking about. But with how everything has been going for several months, it was the most likely topic of conversation.

For a while, she talked about the party last night. She would rant about the music, her friends, and her roommate who has yet to make an appearance at it was almost ten in the morning. She received texts from Kyle and Destiny saying that Chloe was alive and being taken care of. 

It just meant that she had enough time to talk with Jack without any interruptions. 

Although, Jack had his fair share of avoiding the topic discussions. For a while, he talked about his morning skate. How his coach pushed them an extra mile even though they had a game this afternoon. He talked about how great his teammates were and how he was trying his best to be hopeful about the rest of his season. He was wearing his suit, his hair was already done. 

For the first time since he answered the call, there was a long moment of silence. She kept her gaze low, staring towards the promise ring on her finger. She spun it slowly before she pulled it from her finger to see what it would feel like. The only time she didn’t have it on was when she showered. Even when she slept, she kept it on. 

It felt wrong to not have it on. It was as if it was a part of her. It’s been a part of her for years. Years that were amazingly cut short by a difficult few months. Distance was destroying them. They knew that.

“Y/N,” Jack let out softly as his voice cracked. He wouldn’t look away from her and she wouldn’t look up. He watched as a tear fell on her cheek. She raised her hand up and wiped it away, with the hand that had the ring. His body erupted with heat as he saw the ring no longer on her finger. 

His own eyes began to get watery as it dawned on him. He wasn’t making her happy anymore. He knew that if she was with him in Jersey and if he was there in Michigan they could be happy and be okay. 

But that’s not how things panned out for them. She was his right person, wrong time. He knew that. 

“Are you happy?” Jack asked as he tilted his head to the side. She raised her hands up and brushed her hair away from her face. The ring was back on her hand. His heart was slamming hard against his chest. 

“I’m in love with you, Jack,” she let out while shaking her head. 

“That’s not what I asked, baby,” he let out before he covered his face with his hands for a second. “Do you think we can beat this?”

“I don’t know, J,” she mumbled while shaking her head.

Silence fell between them. That was the answer. Neither of them knew if they could say the words. Admit it out loud that they were ending. She covered her face with her hands, a sob falling from her lips. Jack tilted his head back, a tear falling onto his cheek. 

Jack watched her cry. The thought of booking a flight to go see her crossed his mind. Maybe it’ll fix it, seeing her one more time and just looking at one another and maybe fixing things. 

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’m sorry that this–” he began as he had to stop himself or he would let out a sob. She shook her head as their eyes connected through the screen. 

“D-Don’t apologize,” she muttered with a sad smile on her lips. He nodded as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

There was an echo of the doorbell through his apartment. He switched his gaze towards the door. He knew that Nico was here to drive them both to the arena. Jack tilted his head back for a second before he looked back towards the screen. His lips parted, seeking out something to say.

“Go be great,” she mumbled to him as she wiped another tear off of her cheek. Jack saw the ring still on her finger and nodded to himself for a second.

“You too,” he muttered before he ended the call. He stared towards his laptop screen, waiting for her to call back; maybe to change their minds. 

He stood up from the couch, wiping his hands across his cheeks as he walked towards the door. He pulled it open and instantly spun on his heel and started walking away. 

“Hey man, you ready?” Nico asked as he awkwardly stepped into the apartment. His eyes were dancing around the apartment. 

“Yeah, just give me a second,” he mumbled. It was obvious he was holding back tears. He slammed his laptop screen shut. He quickly switched his gaze down towards his phone screen.

It was a photo of him and Y/N. He took a deep breath as he instantly opened the settings app. He can’t keep looking at that, it would shatter his heart more.

“You alright?” Nico asked while he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Jack shook his head while avoiding Nico’s gaze. He walked towards the door while shoving his phone into his pocket. He switched the background to one of the generic onces that Apple provides.

“Wanna talk about it?” Nico questioned. Jack didn’t reply at first as he walked towards the door. He pulled it open, letting Nico walk out first.

“Y//N and I broke up and no I don’t want to talk about it,” he let out quickly so that he didn’t have to think about it too hard. He needed to play, that’s all he knew at that moment.

Jack, did you know at night I think of you and me?

It has been five years since they last saw one another in person or even spoke. Jack’s career continued to grow exponentially. He was confident in his game and he was playing with his younger brother. He was happy. Everything seemed to be perfect.

She graduated college a semester early. After college, she began to post content on TikTok. She was successful on the app, but it was only a side hobby. She moved to New York around two months after she turned twenty-three. The job she got was perfect and she was living the most perfect life in New York.

Being in New York, Jack’s name was thrown around a lot. She would do her best to ignore it, try not to think about him. They’ve been broken up for as long as they’ve been together. It didn’t make sense for her to still care about him. Let alone think about him as much as she does. It didn’t feel right. Especially after she found her boyfriend that she's with now. He was kind and caring. There was no spark or thrill. It was easy. 

Maybe she needed easy after everything that happened with Jack and after him. She lost plenty of friends after that. The second their relationship had ended, her friends all tried to make a move. As if she wanted to be with them, even though she was so madly in love with Jack It never crossed her mind to want to be with anyone else.

She was scrolling through her Twitter feed to see a clip of Jack playing against the Golden Knights. It didn’t look right. Everything about his movements after the play didn’t look right. He appeared to be in so much pain that she almost could feel it in her own shoulder.

The game happened last night and she saw that the team announced that he was out indefinitely. It shattered her heart. She’s watched him from afar, dealing with the injuries. Her boyfriend was lying beside her, dead asleep. She was wide awake, contemplating on hitting the button.

What’s one little conversation with him going to do? It’s been years without speaking to one another. Years of moving on, it was going to be fine. Nothing could happen that could make this ruin what she has with Riley. Nothing could ruin that.

A sigh fell from her lips as she tossed the comforter from her frame. She tiptoed out of the bedroom, delicately shutting the door behind her. She stared towards the contact that no longer had a photo. All it read was his name and nothing else. 

She squinted her eyes shut as she brought the phone towards her ear. The ringing sent a shock to her frame as she tried to decide if it would be better to just hang up. But instead she continued to let it ring. It seemed to take forever but in reality it only rang four times before he answered.

“Hi,” she let out breathily, almost as if something was restricting her voice. She could hear his smile as a small laugh left his lips.

“Hey,” he muttered out.

“I was thinking about you and I wanted to call and see how you were doing…with everything,” she said while her eyes were still shut. It was as if she was trying to picture him on the other line.

She wondered if he would havea cocky grin on his lips or if he would be blushing. She landed on it would be a combination of both, it was always a combination of both.

“I was thinking about you too actually,” he said with another small laugh.

“Oh yeah?” she asked while chuckling.

“Yeah, you popped up on my for you page, didn’t realize you moved out here,” he expressed.

“About two months ago,” she mumbled. He hummed.

“I mean, I’m out for the season so if you want to get lunch or something we should–we should catch up,” Jack offered.

She tilted her head to the side, staring towards the bedroom door. Tilting her head to the side as the vision of Jack sitting across from her again crossed her mind. She tried to hide the fact that the idea was exciting. Maybe this was her sign. Forcing a relationship doens’t mean that happiness will happen. She wanted to be happy but forcing it was obviously not working. 

“Yeah, sometime–yeah,” she muttered while tilting her head back. She began to pace back and forth while she contemplated on bringing it up. “Just let me know once your feeling better,” 

“Will do, hun,”

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When silence breaks | Damian Wayne x Reader

At Gotham Academy, no one asks too many questions—especially when your past is too heavy to carry out loud. Y/n L/n is no exception. The daughter of a once-feared mob figure, she hides behind sharp eyes and graphite sketches, trying to stay invisible while the weight of her childhood still claws at her spine. When a school project unexpectedly pairs her with Damian Wayne, the two begin to orbit each other in quiet, careful steps.

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The halls buzzed with tired energy. Rain had come early—light drizzle misting the stained glass windows, the scent of wet leaves curling through open corridors.

Damian walked the halls like he belonged to the building. Not to the people inside it. His backpack slung over one shoulder, boots silent against the tile.

Eyes followed him. They always did.

But his were searching.

Then—

There.

Y/n.

Standing by her locker, head tilted slightly as she flipped through her notebook. Her hair still damp from the walk in. She looked as composed as ever, but something about her felt different. Quieter. Like something in her had shifted overnight and hadn’t quite settled.

Damian watched her for a second too long.

She noticed and their eyes met.

This time, she didn’t look away.

He didn’t either.

Someone bumped into his shoulder in the hallway, but he barely registered it.

Then, without a word, she turned and walked into her first period class.

Damian stood there for another beat.

Then followed.

The bell rang sharp and sudden. Lockers slammed, voices rose, footsteps scattered in every direction. But just past the main stairwell, where the hallway dipped into shadow and the stained-glass window muted the morning light, it was almost quiet.

Y/n stood near the wall, her back against the cool stone, notebook clutched to her chest. She wasn’t hiding—but she wasn’t trying to be found either.

Then she heard steady and familiar footsteps

She didn’t need to look up to know it was him.

“Most people don’t avoid classrooms this early,” Damian said, stopping beside her. Not blocking her path. Not too close. But close enough to feel.

“Most people aren’t me,” she replied, eyes still forward.

He studied her face, the faint tension in her jaw, the way her fingers pressed just a little too tight into the notebook’s spine.

“You didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.

Y/n’s gaze slid to him, sharp. “You watching me again?”

“No,” he said simply. “I noticed.”

She held his stare. Didn’t blink.

“Noticed,” she repeated, like it tasted strange in her mouth.

Damian shifted slightly, arms folded now. His voice dropped a little lower. “You looked… different today.”

“Different how?”

“Like someone who’s trying not to break.”

That landed harder than either of them expected.

Y/n looked away first, exhaling slow through her nose. “Well, if I break, at least I’ll do it quietly.”

A pause. Not awkward—just dense with everything unspoken.

Damian stepped closer. Barely. “You don’t have to.”

She slowly blinked.

“Don’t have to what?”

“Pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

Her throat tightened.

No one had ever said that to her. Not once. Not her mother. Not her teachers. Not the friends she’d stopped trying to make years ago.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

Because her silence wasn’t distant now. It was heavy.

And Damian didn’t push.

He just stood there with her, in the quiet.

The sounds of the school faded—the bell’s echo distant now, footsteps dying off, voices swallowed by closing doors. The hallway had emptied around them, the light from the stained-glass window painting fractured colors across the floor like some holy spotlight meant only for them.

Neither moved.

“I should probably go,” Y/n said softly, almost to herself.

Damian didn’t answer.

And she didn’t move.

The silence stretched, not cold—just… honest. Something rare between two people who had learned too early to guard everything.

Finally, she slid down the wall, settling cross-legged on the smooth stone floor. Her bag dropped beside her with a soft thud. She pulled out her sketchbook.

Damian followed, wordlessly. Sat beside her, knees drawn up, elbows resting on them, eyes forward.

“I don’t usually let people see these,” she said without looking at him.

“I’m not most people.”

That pulled a small breath from her nose. Not quite a laugh. But something close as she remembered her words from earlier

She flipped past blank pages. Past half-finished scenes. Past the ones she didn’t want anyone to see. Until she stopped—last night’s drawing.

The boy. Watching her. That familiar, unreadable gaze.

Damian caught sight of it before she could turn the page again.

His brow twitched. Just a flicker of recognition.

“That’s me,” he said, quieter than before.

Y/n tensed.

“I wasn’t going to show you that one.”

“You didn’t need to.”

He leaned slightly closer, studying the sketch—not for vanity, but something else. The detail was unmistakable: the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes held more than they gave away.

“You drew me like I’m waiting for something,” he said after a beat.

Y/n looked at the page, then away. “Aren’t you?”

Damian didn’t answer.

But his silence wasn’t dismissive.

It was an admission.

The two of them sat there, still as statues in a room the world had forgotten. Y/n started sketching again—slow lines, soft shading, letting her hands speak where her mouth never could. Damian didn’t move. Just watched. Not intruding. Not analyzing.

Just being there.

For once, neither of them was pretending.

Time stopped trying to hurry them.

Y/n sketched with quiet concentration, her pencil moving in slow arcs and soft shadows. Damian stayed still beside her, his presence not pressing or distracting, just there. He didn’t ask what she was drawing now, didn’t lean over to look.

He simply sat.

The hush between them was warm. Not something either of them was used to. But neither spoke it aloud, afraid the words would make it disappear.

Outside, rain tapped gently against the high windows. The colored light from the stained glass shifted, casting soft blues and golds over Y/n’s sketchbook, over the curve of her wrist, over Damian’s shoulder.

He glanced at her, once.

She looked peaceful. Or as close as he’d ever seen her to it.

And for once, he didn’t feel the need to say something clever, or defensive, or distant.

He just let her be.

Let himself be.

Then suddenly a door creaked open at the far end of the hall.

“Miss L/n. Mister Wayne.”

The voice was sharp and unamused British accent

Y/n froze, pencil pausing mid-line.

Damian didn’t move.

Mr. Howarth—Literature—stood near the stairwell, his gray cardigan hanging off one shoulder, coffee cup in hand, disappointment already blooming in his expression.

“I assume there’s a reason you’re both loitering here while the rest of the school is attending class?” he asked, walking toward them with slow, deliberate steps.

Y/n closed her sketchbook quietly.

Damian stood first, smooth and unapologetic. “We were studying independently.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Mr. Howarth arched an eyebrow. His gaze flicked between them. “Interesting posture for independent study, Wayne.”

Damian didn’t flinch. “The classroom was too loud.”

The teacher turned his eyes to Y/n, expectant.

She didn’t offer anything. Just hugged her sketchbook to her chest and stared forward, chin high.

Mr. Howarth sighed. “Your reputations precede you. Try not to make skipping class part of them.”

He paused—almost like he wanted to say something more—but then just turned and walked off, his footsteps fading back into the hum of the school.

They stood in silence.

Y/n spoke first.

“We should go.”

Damian didn’t argue. But as she started walking, he fell in step beside her.

Not a word passed between them on the way to their next class.

But the space between them?

It wasn’t empty anymore.

Damian followed Y/n in silence as she crossed the courtyard, the drizzle barely clinging to their shoulders beneath the overhangs. She walked with quiet intent—like she wasn’t sure what she wanted, only that she needed to keep moving.

They reached her classroom door at the same time.

Y/n turned to him, arching a brow. “You’re following me now?”

Damian blinked once, then reached for the door handle. “I have this class too.”

She huffed softly. Almost a smile. “Of course you do.”

They stepped inside.

The classroom was warm and bright, high ceilings draped with hanging student work—charcoal sketches, oil-painted portraits, a mosaic made from broken mirror shards in the far corner. Twenty-something students turned to look as the door creaked open. A few poorly hidden smirks and a few whispers and giggles.

Y/n kept walking. Damian didn’t blink.

Their teacher, Ms. Elara Greaves, a tall woman with white streaks in her dark hair and an artist’s permanently ink-stained hands, glanced up from her desk, brow arched.

“How lovely of you both to join us. Please, do find your seats—though you’re a bit behind.”

Y/n slid into the nearest empty stool. Damian took the one beside her without waiting to be told.

Ms. Greaves tapped the chalkboard with a piece of soft white pastel. “Today, we’re beginning our Renaissance crossover project—art meets analysis. You’ll be recreating a famous Renaissance work of your choice… but with a twist.”

She turned, gesturing to a canvas already on display: Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, reimagined in a dystopian neon cityscape.

“You’ll reinterpret the imagery—through your own lens, through the modern world—but preserve the symbolism. One of you will take on the visual execution,” she nodded to Ivy’s desk, “and the other will compose a historical and symbolic breakdown of the piece, comparing it to the original.”

A few students groaned.

“And before you ask—yes, partners were already assigned based on last week’s seating chart.”

Damian’s fingers tapped once on the desk. Y/n straightened.

Ms. Greaves gave them a look—half amused, half warning. “Which means, Mr. Wayne and Miss L/n, as the last unpaired souls… you’re together.”

Neither of them said anything—Y/n just opened her sketchbook, flipping past the earlier pages with swift, practiced fingers.

Ms. Greaves smiled like she knew exactly what she was doing. “You’ll have until next week. I suggest you use your time wisely.”

The class had broken into low murmurs and the scratch of pencil on paper. Students were already flipping through books of Renaissance art, picking their pieces, tossing ideas back and forth. Y/n and Damian remained at their table, a quiet island in the noise.

She finally looked over at him, eyes narrowed. “Okay, so… what now?”

Damian leaned back, arms folded, his voice calm. “We pick something that means something. Not just the first pretty painting in the book.”

“I’m assuming that means you already have one in mind.”

He tapped his finger twice on the edge of the desk. “Caravaggio. Judith Beheading Holofernes.”

Y/n raised a brow. “Of course you’d pick the one with a decapitation.”

“It’s a study in power,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “Control. Fear. But the fear isn’t in Judith—it’s in the man. Her expression is calm. Almost surgical.”

Y/n tilted her head, thinking. “You want me to redraw that?”

“Reimagine it,” he said, now watching her sketchbook like he could already see it happening. “Put her in Gotham. Let her be someone else. Someone real.”

She didn’t answer right away. Her pencil tapped against the paper. “Judith doesn’t look like she wants to be there,” she murmured.

“That’s the point,” he replied. “She does it anyway.”

They sat there, the energy between them shifting again. Not exactly comfortable—but not cold either.

After a beat, Damian stood, sliding his books into his bag.

“You should come to the manor after school.”

Y/n blinked. “The Wayne manor?”

He nodded. “There’s space to work. Quiet. No interruptions.”

“And your butler doesn’t mind you bringing home random classmates?”

“He likes artists,” Damian said with a shrug, already heading for the door. “He won’t mind.”

She watched him for a second, the absurdity of it sinking in. “So what—you’re just going to bring me to your mansion like it’s a coffee shop?”

Damian turned at the doorway, eyes steady. “Would you rather work in the school library where they still think we skipped class to hook up in the hallway?”

Y/n glared at him. He smirked.

She grabbed her bag. “Fine. But I’m not impressed.”

“Didn’t ask you to be.”

The sky had turned heavy and gray by the time the final bell rang. The sidewalk outside the academy was flooded with students spilling out into the fading light—laughing, griping about assignments, making plans.

Y/n stood at the bottom of the stone steps, arms folded, sketchbook under one arm. She scanned the school lot half-expecting Damian to have ghosted her.

But he was already there. Leaning against the sleek, black limo parked at the curb like it was no big deal.

Of course he was.

He glanced up as she approached, straightening. “You came.”

“I wasn’t going to let you rework Judith without me,” she said, stopping in front of him. “And I’m still half-convinced you live in a haunted castle.”

He opened the limo door. “You’ll see.”

The inside was just as ridiculous as she imagined—leather seats, tinted windows, soft ambient lights humming overhead. She slid in with a skeptical glance, and he followed, shutting the door behind them with a soft click.

The car pulled off smoothly, the city starting to blur past the windows.

They didn’t speak at first.

“So do you have, like… secret passageways in this place?”

Damian didn’t smile, but his voice carried the faintest flicker of amusement. “More than a few.”

Y/n raised a brow. “That wasn’t a no.”

The limo turned onto a long, winding drive framed by old trees, their bare branches like reaching fingers. The manor came into view slowly—massive, gothic, and almost too quiet, perched at the edge of the hills like it was watching the city from a distance.

Y/n stared out the window. “Okay. Haunted castle confirmed.”

Damian said nothing, just stepped out and motioned for her to follow. The giant wooden front doors creaked open before they even reached them.

Alfred stood there, warm but precise as always—pressed vest, sleeves rolled neatly to the elbows, hands folded in front of him like he’d been expecting them all day.

“Miss L/n,” he said with a small nod. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Y/n blinked. “Have you?”

“Only flattering things,” Alfred added quickly, stepping aside. “And a bit of worry. Master Damian rarely brings people home. You must be exceptional.”

Y/n looked at Damian, who stared straight ahead like Alfred hadn’t said anything at all.

She stepped into the manor, trying not to gawk—but the grand staircase, the polished wood, the portraits on the walls made it feel like walking into another century.

“This place is insane,” she whispered. “Do you have a dungeon?”

“Two,” Damian said without missing a beat. “But the west one’s out of service.”

They settled in a quiet study tucked deep in the manor—bookshelves to the ceiling, an enormous desk in the center, and a soft pool of yellow light from an old brass lamp. Y/n laid out her sketchbook, pulling out pencils, pastels, a small set of charcoal sticks.

Damian stood behind her for a moment, watching her set up with careful precision. Then he placed a thick, leather-bound volume on the desk beside her—an original Caravaggio collection. Well-worn. Annotated.

“You’ve actually studied this,” she said, flipping through it.

“I don’t like guessing.”

Y/n nodded slowly, flipping to Judith Beheading Holofernes. She stared at the image for a long time.

“She’s not afraid,” she said softly.

“No,” Damian replied. “But she’s not proud, either.”

Y/n set her pencil to paper, beginning to sketch. “I don’t want her to be a hero. I want her to be tired.”

Damian sat across from her, pen in hand, beginning to write. “Then that’s where we start.”

And in the stillness of the manor—quiet but not cold—they worked.

Side by side.

In silence that didn’t demand anything from either of them.

Just presence.

The room had settled into a kind of quiet only old houses could hold—deep and steady, the tick of the antique clock on the mantle barely noticeable beneath the scratch of Y/n’s pencil and the soft rustle of turning pages.

The drawing was taking shape now.

Judith stood in an alley, bathed in the flickering orange of a neon sign above her. The sword in her hand wasn’t clean. Her eyes were sharp—but exhausted. Hair wild. Clothes torn. She didn’t look like a goddess.

She looked like a girl who had been pushed too far.

Across the table, Damian read in silence. Notes lined his page already—clean, thoughtful, dense with meaning. He didn’t speak. Didn’t ask for more. Just kept working in tandem with her, like they’d done this a hundred times before.

Eventually, Y/n set her pencil down.

Her fingers were smudged dark with charcoal.

She leaned back, stretching. “You know, this is probably the most peaceful I’ve felt in days.”

Damian didn’t look up from his notes. “It’s the quiet. Most people don’t realize how loud the world is until they step outside it.”

Y/n nodded. “I try to make things quiet at home. Doesn’t really work.”

He glanced up. Said nothing.

She hesitated, then looked down at her hands. “My mom and I… we don’t really talk. Not about anything that matters. We exist around each other.”

Damian watched her closely, still silent.

“I guess she’s trying now. But it’s hard to forget when someone chose silence for so long.” Her voice dipped softer. “Especially when they could’ve said something. Done something.”

She didn’t mention her father. Didn’t need to. The edge in her tone, the way her posture tensed—it said enough without details.

Damian leaned forward slightly. “You blame her.”

“I used to,” she said. “Now I just… I don’t know what to feel. She made a choice. I lived with it.”

Another beat of silence.

Then Damian said, “She may regret it more than you think.”

Y/n looked up. “Is that what you think about your parents?”

There was a flicker in Damian’s eyes then. The rarest break.

“No,” he said. “Mine weren’t together long enough to regret anything.”

Y/n blinked, surprised—but didn’t push. That was enough honesty for now.

He leaned back again, studying her. “You should stay for dinner.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation or a command?”

“Does it matter?”

She smirked. “A little.”

His lips twitched. Almost a smile. “Then yes. It’s an invitation.”

Y/n looked down at her sketch again, quiet. Her voice was softer now. “I haven’t had dinner somewhere like this in… I don’t know how long.”

“You get used to it,” Damian said. “Eventually.”

She looked back up, something gentler in her eyes.

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

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gold

April 18, 2023

Allison walked down the hallways of the hotel towards the room that Quinn just told her.

Quinn decided to come out to Switzerland for Allison and her tournament as their parents are with Luke and Jack and he wanted to spend some time with his sister but also didn’t want her to be alone so he came out to Switzerland once his season was finished.

Allison knocked on the door and she smiled as the door opened and she saw her brother, it’s been to long since they last saw each other.

Quinn’s face softened smiling softly at his baby sister who looks older and more grown up every time he sees her now, he stepped forward pulling her into a hug and blinked realizing she was taller than him now, “Who let you get this tall.” Quinn teased bittersweetly as he gently kissed the side of her head.

“The genes you and Jack clearly didn’t get.” Allison quipped back smiling softly to herself squeezing him tightly. Quinn laughed fondly at her quip and just squeezed her tighter.

They eventually let go of each other and Allison immediately flopped onto Quinn’s bed and he just smiled and fell onto the bed next to her, “So tell me everything.” Quinn nudged her softly, he is pretty caught up in her life from their face times but he liked hearing more about the things in person.

Allison smiled and started rambling.

And that’s exactly how they spent the rest of the night until the Devils game, game one against the Rangers and they watched the game together.

April 20, 2023

Allison was sitting in her stall in between Zeev and Gabe as always getting ready for their first game against Latvia.

Allison laughed softly as Zeev leaned over randomly bonking his helmet to her head softly as they stood up.

Zeev shook her shoulders crazily making Gabe laugh and help Allison to stop getting shook around.

Zeev just grinned at the look she shot him.

Allison stepped onto the ice and looked towards where she knew Quinn would be and shook her head softly seeing him wearing a USA hat with her number and he waved at her as they made eye contact and she softly waved back.

Will bumped into Allison’s back on purpose nudging his helmet to the back of her helmet making her just shake her head fondly and reached back patting his helmet like a dog making Gabe who was standing next to them laugh.

The game started and Allison was mostly skating on a line with James and Cole and she didn’t mind, the two are fun to play with.

US won game one 7-1 and Allison ended the game with two goals and two assists.

April 23, 2023

Allison was skating in her third game in the tournament against Finland and it was the beginning of the second period with the scored tied 2-2.

Allison felt a harsh pull on her ponytail that sent her backwards and she twisted before she hit the floor landing on the knees.

Zeev was there first and shoved the player away so fast, “What the hell man!” Zeev barked harshly.

Ryan skated over and pushed away another Finland player that was skating over.

Allison grumbled as she stood up and she crossed checked the player in the back, she couldn’t care less if she got a penalty.

Allison, Ryan and Zeev all were caught in the scrum and were clearly fighting better than the three Finland players.

The referees broke up the fight and Allison, Ryan and Zeev were all letting out protests as they were brought to the box and only two Finland players were brought for the box.

Allison sat in between Ryan and Zeev on the bench in the penalty and tossed her helmet off rubbing her head.

“You okay?” Ryan asked looking concerned as he glanced at the back of her head, she was pulled harshly at her hair.

“Just sore.” Allison reassured and Zeev patted her thigh.

Allison perked up and looked proud seeing James going on the ice for the penalty kill, penalty kill is her job but she has been working a lot work James on it in case she is in the box.

Allison stood up cheering as James just got a short handed goal and he looked cowed grinning at Allison and she gave him a proud nod.

Allison patted James a bunch as she sat back on the bench next to him giving him a proud nudge.

US won that game 8-4.

April 24, 2024

It was Allison’s first day off and she wanted to do the list of things she made with Nico. She of course dragged Quinn with her for the say, not that he minded he enjoys the time he gets with his sister.

They started morning off at a small coffee shop Nico recommended and got a nice breakfast and coffee.

Soon after Allison and Quinn started walking around the streets looking around and going into a lot of stores and little places that were on Allison’s list.

Quinn smiled softly watching Allison look so excited as she found her favorite candies that Nico introduced to her and always brings her.

Quinn laughed watching how much of the candies Allison ended up buying and she bought a bunch of new things to try and to bring back home especially for Luke.

Allison hummed softly as she immediately popped a lemon drop in her mouth the second they walked out of the store and offered one to Quinn.

They continued walking.

The sun was setting and Allison ended up seeing everything on her list, this list was made with Nico specifically for where she was staying.

“Thanks for doing this with me.” Allison softly nudged Quinn as they walked down the cobble stone after their dinner and they were heading back to the hotel.

“Of course.” Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.

Allison smiled to herself leaning into her brother’s side.

April 29, 2023

Allison rolled her shoulders as she sat back down on the bench after a shift.

USA was playing against Slovakia and the winner would be advancing to the gold medal game so the game was very physical.

Allison had gotten the first goal of the game only two minutes in the first period.

Allison hopped over the boards as US was now on the penalty kill and she is always out for the kill, more often than not ends up playing almost all of the kill every time.

There was fifteen seconds let of the penalty kill and Allison quickly got a breakaway and backhanded the goal into the net getting her second goal and a short handed.

US got a power play the last minute of the first period, Will won the face off and passed right to Allison and Alison hit a one timer getting a goal.

Allison just got another hat trick in the tournament, all three goals in the first period and all three different type of goals.

Allison laughed as Will jumped on her first almost knocking them both over and Ryan caught them both as he hugged them.

US was leading 3-0 heading into the second and by the end of the second was still leading 5-1.

James was skating on the ice for a shift towards the end of the third period when he noticed the dirty hit on Allison, again. He skated over and cross checked the player away from Allison.

James quickly was getting into a scuffle with the player and Allison and Zeev managed to pull James away before he actually started fighting and was kicked out.

“Don’t.” Allison said sternly as she ignored the other player yelling at James.

“But-“ James protested not liking the way his friend is being treated.

“Want to help me? Stay on the ice.” Allison just told him as she closed the penalty box door making sure James doesn’t continue his fight.

James quickly nodded greeting with what she asked, “Okay.”

Allison nodded back and skated back to the bench.

James scored a goal once he was out the box and Allison patted his head proudly.

USA won 7-1 and were heading to the gold medal game.

April 30, 2023

Allison sat in her stall looking around at her team, most of the team she’s been playing with for the last two years.

She was getting lucky with how many of her teammates were going to BC but Zeev would be in Denver. A bunch of her teammates would still be at NTDP for another year. And who knows who will be playing at the WJC next year so as of now this could be the last time she plays with some of her friends.

Allison fondly rolled her eyes as she was finishing braiding her hair, a ponytail and the ponytail in three separate braids and Ryan gently ruffled her hair as he walked by her.

She tucked her necklace under the compression long sleeve and her bracelet under the sleeve before grabbing her gloves and standing up.

First two periods was now how Allison wanted them to be, US was down 0-2 heading into the third.

Allison dropped her head in relief as her shot finally went in the net and US finely had a goal with ten minutes left to get a second

James and Cole crashed into her first hugging her.

US got the second goal tying the game up with four minutes left.

Will got a penalty with two minutes left and US was on the penalty kill for the last two minutes of the third period in gold medal game. Luckily US had the best penalty kill out of the entire tournament.

Sweden didn’t even get one shot on goal went the buzzer ran, they were going to OT.

Allison had been the on the ice for over a minute as James and Zeev both shifted off and Ryan and Hutson got on the ice, two minutes into OT.

Hutson got the rebound and passed to Allison, Allison passed the puck down the ice right in front of Ryan. Ryan hit the puck and got the gold.

US won the gold medal game.

Ryan crashed right into Allison screaming loudly and Hutson crashed into Allison from behind. 
The rink echoed with screams and the entire US team was on the ice jumping on each other happily.

Allison made eye contact with Gabe and they shared a beaming smile as Will bonked his helmet to Ryan’s.

Once the giant huddled slowly broke apart Zeev was tackling Ryan and Allison to the ice and Gabe and Will quickly joined the hug pile on the ice. All of them laughing and smiling and soaking in their moment.

Allison was beaming as she looked at her team, she got her gold medal. If this is her last game with her team, it was the most perfect game and a game she would forever remember.

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Fossil Friday: Quetzalcoatlus

If ever there was a terror of skies, this was it. Quetzalcoatlus is the largest flying animal ever. It lived during the Late Cretaceous Period in the Maastrichtian Age in what is now Texas.

It was discovered in 1971 in the Javelina Formation within Big Bend National Park. The Javelina Formation consists of sandstones and mudstones with some bentonite indicating a floodplain setting for deposition and was about 250 miles from the Western Interior Seaway coastline.

Quetzalcoatlus lived alongside many famous and notable dinosaurs like Alamosaurus,

Gryposaurus,

Torosaurus,

and Tyrannosaurus.

There are two species of Quetzalcoatlus, Q. nothropi and Q. lawsoni. Q. nothropi is the bigger of the two species and was the first one discovered. It was named after John Knudson Northrop who designed tailless aircraft which Quetzalcoatlus resembled. Q. lawsoni was named after Douglas A. Lawson, the discoverer of the genus.

The two species coexisted but seemed to live in different habitats. Q. nothropi are found in channel deposits while Q. lawsoni are found in abandoned channel lake deposits.

Now, I'm going to take a moment to play devil's advocate because unfortunately, I feel that paleontology was late to the ontogeny game and seriously, the size and the facies they are found in are the only differences. Guess what, that could also mean that Q. lawsoni is just a juvenile.

Many vertebrates have different body proportions at different ages and even different behaviors like young male elephants congregating together until adulthood when they become mostly solitary. There just doesn't seem to be enough evidence to me that they are two different species but I am also not a pterosaur expert so maybe I don't have all the info that the pterosaur people do.

Quetzalcoatlus is estimated at about 15-20ft (4.5- 6.1m) tall when standing and a wingspan between 33-36 ft (10-11 m). That would make about the size of a fighter plane. The most recent weight estimate was about 330lbs (150 kg).

Quetzalcoatlus is a pterosaur and as such belongs to the sauropsid clade within the diapsid clade and further in the archosaur clade.

Within Archosauria it belongs to the avemetatarsalia clade alongside their cousins, the dinosaurs.

Now, within Pterosauria it belonged to the Azarchidae, the largest pterosaurs to have lived.

Quetzalcoatlus, like other pterosaurs had light, hollow bones supported internally by struts called trabeculae.

It had a long, stiff neck that didn't allow for much bending but it still had an impressive range of motion.

Quetzalcoatlus and other azhdarchids have forelimb and hind limb proportions similar to modern running ungulate mammals implying that they were suited to a terrestrial lifestyle. In fact, some paleontologists don't think Quetzalcoatlus spent any time in the air while others argue that it most certainly had the musculature and ability to fly. They would have to use their considerably more robust humerus (their femur is kind of sad) to push off on the ground sending them at least 8ft into the air where they could start to flap.

Those that do believe they could fly believe that their short, broad wings were designed for terrestrial flight much like broad-winged hawks and eagles that spend their time soaring over the land.

Trackways attributed to azhdarchids have been found showing that they were quadrupedal and walked much like a giraffe with limbs on one side of the body moving roughly together.

Q. nothropi was probably an omnivore, picking up prey or fruits as it stalked the riparian woods of it's home not unlike a stork or a ground hornbill. Meanwhile, Q. lawsoni seems to have congregated around alkaline lakes like shorebirds possibly feeding like the wading birds.

Thanks for tuning in! Have a great weekend and see you Monday for a look at one more metal before the month's end. Fossilize you later!

[randomapplekey]

Babysitter AU

(events a week after season 1 ending)

Version B

Version A

Basically I've only done page 1 and the rest are just unfinished drafts from last year

FOP art: [Start] > [Previous] > [next]

[snnumntik]

not to sound like an old fuck but teenagers are the fucking worst

[nezuscribe]

arguing with arranged!gojo is difficult because he’s not used to arguing with women and you’re not used to arguing period.

it rarely happens, but when it does it gets really heated between the two of you. you pace around your room, huffing as gojo stands there with his arms crossed, nose flaring.

like that one time he found out that one of the new guards the brought in from the west was somebody you used to fool around with.

yeah that was bad.

“why do you even care!” you snap at him, and he can’t find a plausible reason aside from the fact that he was purely jealous.

this guard that they’d brought in from the west, much to your shock, was somebody you used to see in the late hours of the night. you never did anything frisky, just some shared kisses here and there.

but the moment you saw him, your whole demeanor changed. and gojo could tell. it took a bit of picking and prodding (which gojo is great at) but you eventually told him the story.

and he was not excited to hear it.

“i want him gone,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, shrugging indefinitely.

“fine,” you throw your arms up, “get him out. but what about those girls? you think i don’t want them gone whenever we walk into one of those balls or those dinners? when i see the way they look at you? you think that’s easy for me?”

“it’s different,” his tone is unwavering and cold.

you scoff, shaking your head in dismay.

“what? what’s so different? that i kissed him? big deal!” you feel like you want to cry and yell and jump and scream at the same time.

because it was different. for you. because the men didn’t seem to care that gojo had a new wife, or that he cared for her. but the ladies did. they gossiped in frenzied tones, batted their eyelashes at him even more as if that could cast him away from your spell.

so you didn’t know why he cared so much about this one man. why it should matter to him when he’s had far, far more experiences than you.

you felt hurt that he doubted you, angered with his hypocrisy, and tired from spending the entire day ignoring each other.

“this is going nowhere,” you mutter eventually, picking up your pillow as his eyes drop to your hands, “i’m sleeping somewhere else.”

“what-”

“and don’t follow me,” you bite out, not even glancing behind your shoulder as you begin to sulk out of your shared bedroom to your old one all across the estate.

and sure, maybe you’re not being entirely fair. there’s been some petty arguments when he bumps into one of his old girls, but it didn’t hurt nonetheless when he accused you of lying, when the conversation of your old romantic life was just never brought up.

you wipe at the stray tears on your cheek as you slug down the stairs, sniffling to yourself as you curse your husband to hell and back, when a force unlike any other picks you up from behind.

“what?” you squeal, your body manicured over a strong shoulder, your legs near his torso, your eyes facing his back as you kick at him, “let me go, i’m going to fall!”

“don’t make me laugh,” gojo murmured, one strong arm around your waist, the other around your thighs as he hauls you back up the stairs.

“i told you not to follow me,” you grumble, pinching his back but he doesn’t react.

“you’re funny if you think i’ll let you sleep alone.”

your brows furrow, feeling the need to kick him, but also not wanting him to drop you.

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your bedroom, opening the door with his free hand (unbridled strength if the greatest warrior of the north meant he could pick you up with just one hand) and plops you back on the mattress.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking away, hoping he can’t see the tear marks.

because it did hurt. his words hurt you. they cut deep. and he notices, his gaze softening slightly.

“don’t cry,” he whispers, leaning down to trace your tears away but you swat his hand off of your face.

“then don’t make me cry,” you say with a heavy sigh, siting upwards, back slightly hunched.

you take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes as you glance upwards at him. it’s been a while since the two of you had fought, and the first time over something serious, and he looks awful.

“i don’t judge you for being with those girls,” you start with a heavy whisper, “you did what you could to stay sane. but don’t judge me for doing the same.”

gojo breathes deeply through his nose, blinking.

“you’re right,” he says after a heavy second, causing you too look up in confusion.

he nods again, his big hand cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he catches the stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“you’re right and i’m sorry,” he repeats, and you’ve never had somebody agree with you before, “i just…saw the way he looks at you and…i didn’t like it.”

you offer him a small nod.

“but he just looked at me,” you shift so that your resting on your haunches, hands in your lap. he towers over you, one hand going to cradle the back of your head.

gojo shrugs, like he can’t put it into comprehensible words how he felt when that guard looked at you with hunger in his eyes. how only he was allowed to look at you with such starvation.

“i didn’t like it,” he can only repeat, and you know he struggles with his emotions, spent years hiding them so that they wouldn’t become his weakness.

“do you want to sleep?” he finally asks you, and you slowly blink, trying to hide the tiredness from your face.

“i’ll still be here when you wake up,” he offers and you crack a small smile, trying to hide it from him.

but your smile drops as you think, eyes darting up to his.

“it’s okay to not like something, and it’s okay to feel angry that you don’t. but don’t ever, ever, make me feel like that again because of it.”

your stare is unwavering, and he feels a certain sense of pride in seeing that. and gojo nods, one steady movement as he drops down to his knees, trying to be level with your gaze.

“you have my full authority to strike me down if i do,” he promises, his hands cupping your face, his words serious but you can’t help but giggle.

“good,” you murmur, tugging slightly harshly on some of the strands of his hair as he winces, pushing you back onto the bed with the sheer force of his body, climbing up into you as he hold you close to him.

you let out another laugh as he acts like a bear cub, not wanting to move an inch away from your warmth as he cuddles into you, trying to finish his massive size compared to you.

the two of you laid in silence, a comfortable one, as he laid his head in your chest, hearing the steady rhythm of your heart.

“i am sorry,” he whispers, craning his neck to look up at you as he rests his chin on your sternum, “i’m sorry.” he says again, his words barely above a sound.

you blink again, moving some of the hair away from his face as you observe his sorrowful features.

“i know,” you whisper back.

gojo finds your hands, interweaving your fingers together, heart tugging when he feels your ring against his skin.

he brings the finger to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the ring as you watch him silently. no other words needed to be said, no words left unspoken as he pulls you into his chest.

because no woman would amount to a sliver of you. and no man would amount to a morsel of him.

[teaboot]

I've never had a cat before and I'm hoping to get one soon. Do you have any advice?

Treat a new cat as you would a new roommate. Give them space and time to settle, establish a pattern and a rhythm, and in time they may choose to become friends and spend time with you. Dont force a friendship.

Use simple words and repetition to establish communication. Words like breakfast, treat, snack, lunch, supper, dinner, food, and eat all basically mean, "I am feeding you; expect to be fed", but it's a lot for a little guy to remember. I just say "Dinner" when I mean "cat food is coming", and so my boy knows exactly what I mean when I say it. As a plus, using only one word for snack time means he has no idea what the other words mean, so I can talk about food in front of him without ruling him up.

Pay attention to body language. Cats all have different personalities, and you'll learn their likes, dislikes, and messages over time this way. Son boy here loves anything with plumbing but dislikes getting wet- his favourite blanket to chew and snuggle goes on his favourite chair, and he gives me a specific gesture when he wants me to kneel down so he can jump onto my shoulder.

Read into problematic behaviour. Cats pee in weird places when they're hurting, in distress, or have insufficient of unclean litter box space. Biting, attacking feet , and knocking things off tables often means they're understimulated and need you to play with them, or at least need some kind of enrichment or puzzle to tackle. Tail flicking can be frustration or irritation. Purring is usually good, but may also be self-soothing behaviour to alleviate pain, encourage healing, and relieve anxiety, like over-grooming.

Like children, "bad" behaviour isn't malicious- it usually means there's something you aren't seeing.

Learn how your cat expresses love. Loads of people think cats are uncaring, cruel, and indifferent, but the truth is, they're just not dogs. Spending time near you, showing an interest in tools you're using or projects you're working on, sitting the way you sit, laying on their back, rubbing on your legs, wiping their face on your shoes when you get home- these are signs that your cat is enamored with you. You're their family, they feel safe and protected around you, they're curious about things you enjoy and want everyone to know you're family.

Set reasonable expectations. Again, cats are not dogs.We bred dogs to desire our approval- cats walked into our lives themselves. They have no human-programmed need to fulfill a duty or perform a task to your standards.

Training cats to do tricks isn't as hard as people say, but the willingness or interest in doing the trick is more heavily reliant on personality and mood. Some cats will refuse all but the most basic requests- I'm lucky in that Ollie understands and is willing to do several, provided I don't abuse his trust and he's not crowded or overwhelmed or just bored of doing it over and over in a short period.

Ollie, for example, knows Up to stand on his back legs and hold my hand, Down to get to a surface I indicate, Out to emerge from a closed space, Come to find me where I am, Help? when I'm offering to let him use me as an elevator, Dinner when I understand he's hungry and am getting food, and when I put on his collar he knows to climb into his carrier 'cause we're going somewhere. And he'll do any of these about 90% of the time, either ignoring me or phoning it in when there's something interesting somewhere else, or if he's feeling anxious.

Lead by example. If you dread taking them to the vet, they'll see the anxiety in your body language and behaviour and likely learn to hate it, too. Again using my guy an example, I starred taking him on walks long before his first vet appointment, just to get used to his carrier and leash. Then his first checkup was relaxed and informal, with plenty of treats, and I let him explore the examination room with permission from the tech. Now he loves going, so I'm not stressed about taking him, so I don't stress him out in turn, and the vest doesn't have to deal with a stressed out cat slowing things down and fighting with them.

Make sure your sources are good ones, and also good ones for you. I will recommend Jackson Galaxy's YouTube channel for cat advice because a lot of what he does matches up with what I've learned and know to be true. I don't personally recommend Ceasar Milan because I personally find his methods distressing to recreate regardless of efficacy, so even if that advice was useful, *I'd* be miserable, and it'd just be trading one issue for another.

Have a person who can help. You never know when you might end up out of town overnight unexpectedly, or when your place may need serviced or fumigated, or if you may be called out of town. Before getting a cat, research reliable pet sitters, house sitters, pet daycares, whatever, just in case.

Consider pet insurance. No long spiel here, just think about it. Especially if you don't know your cats ancestry or potenyial health risks. An on top of that, fucking vaccinate them.

Dont let them free roam. At all.

I grew up on a farm with free-roaming barn cats. Do you know how many times child-me cried over having to bury them? Illness, disease, pregnancy, vehicles, other territorial cats, ticks, fleas, litter, poisoned prey, malicious humans, local wildlife, predatory birds, scrap metal, extreme heat, freezing temperatures, tainted water sources, poisonous or venomous critters, getting stuck in small or high places, tapeworms, loose nails, old equipment, falling branches...

I've seen some truly body-horror slasher-movie shit- just truly nauseating visual fuckery- and I'm telling you not to let your cat free-roam.

Leash training isn't hard. Supervised walks aren't hard. Even keeping your cat physically fit and entertained indoors isn't an impossible feat. Don't let your fucking cat fucking free-roam. Fuck

Also read up on foods and plants cats can't do, like every houseplant in existence is toxic it's insane

Anyhow yeah that's like. A couple things I guess

Here, have an Ollie Pic

[ikeuki]

mama a riki behind you ! / 니키

( pairing ) nishimura riki x fem!reader ✶ grumpy x sunshine ; fluff — ( wordcount ) 811

ᯓ★ ikeuki’s note. fake emo alert ‼️ we all saw you giggling through the mirror… // this is my first post teehee ; i will post a proper introduction later on !!

synopsis. riki is so over today—picture day. he encounters someone who he thinks will only make it worse, but surprisingly makes it better?

picture day.

the most useless day, riki liked to call it. he would’ve ditched today but his friends agreed to just take the pictures in the morning and skip afterwards. now he was stuck, standing in this stupidly long line for a two second picture that would be going nowhere except the yearbook. if only he could prevent that from happening too.

riki just slouched against the gym wall, counting the minutes in his head before the period was over. the gym was filled with mindless chatter and camera shutters from every corner.

with common last names, all his friends texted him that they finished hours ago. they had already jumped the school fences and we’re hanging out, leaving riki to be stuck in this humid gym alone.

alas, he closed his eyes in an attempt to at least catch a couple minutes of sleep in these boring moments.

click. clack. click.

his eyes shot open. ‘what the hell is that sound?’ he thought to himself and searched for the maker of the sound.

he looked straight ahead to see you continuously tapping your shoe while holding a compact mirror. you applied a thin layer of lip gloss while trying to arrange your delicate curls in the perfect formation.

riki watched from behind as you panicked when a single strand went the other way. you then pulled out a comb and started fixing your part in a hurry as if this line wasn’t going to take another two hours.

then you began practicing smiles—a toothy grin, no teeth, eye smile, and so on! riki couldn’t help but laugh a little when he saw how seriously you were taking this.

he could tell you worked extra hard this morning to look your absolute best. even though he didn’t really know why you would for a school picture?

he had spotted you around school before, your sweet vanilla scent catching his attention when you walked past him. your curls bounced when you practically skipped to class, clutching your pastel notebooks to your chest and that charming smile you always had when talking and laughing to your friends.

wait. why did riki know that? he shouldn’t didn’t care about some random girl in his grade that smelled like sweet syrup!

nope! it’s just the sleep deprivation.

while posing into your small mirror, you caught the glare of riki, locking eyes through the compact. embarrassed, you shut the mirror and shoved it into your pocket. you refused to look behind you and kept your eyes on some random girl’s head in front of you.

you knew riki. more like you knew of him.

he always hung out with such a questionable collection of people—lee heeseung, park jongseong, park sunghoon, and sim jaeyun. always getting caught ditching class or smoking behind the bleachers. you knew better to steer clear of any of their ways. they weren’t even at school half of the time. spending it all in detentions if they decided to come once in a while.

but weirdly enough, you had a soft spot for riki.

only because you remembered him in elementary school, when he was a smaller, sweeter kid who was known as a ‘dance prodigy.’ your friend had attended the same dance studio as him, so you would always see him when visiting to watch your friend.

you had admired his skill and confidence back then, even developing a small crush on the boy.

but your dreams were soon crushed when you overheard him liking some girl in his dance class. therefore, you hadn’t interacted with him since, only a few lingering glances of acknowledging each others’ presences but avoiding anything more.

you think it may because you’re the only person that remembers him from childhood and who he truly is.

but you could just be thinking too much into it.

luckily, your name was called the next second and you quickly walk away from that awkward interaction. you sighed, fixing your hair for one last time and trying a couple more smiles.

“just smile like you always do.” riki whispered as he walked past you towards the exit.

your body tensed up as his shoulder brushed past yours and he turned slightly to look at you one last time before leaving the gym.

for a second, you thought you were imagining him saying anything but knew you were not hallucinating when he looked back. you stood there thinking of what he meant by ‘always do’ before the photographer snapped you out of your trance.

“ms. y/l/n, please sit in the chair.”

hurriedly, you sat on the little black stool and aligned your feet with the markers taped on the gym floor. you moved a couple strands to frame your face how you wanted it and looked straight at the camera.

“okay…now smile.”

and you did. like you always do.

[goaskangel]

helping an overworked john price !

you knew how busy john price could get at the base, especially if he’s stuck in his office with a crippling stacks of paperwork. so you took it as your responsibility, even as the captain’s girlfriend, to let him finish his work up with any distractions or interruptions, and god knows that man can get worked up. like a puppy, you’d stand outside his door, guarding it. maybe leaving your post for a quick coffee run to the lunch room and returning it back inside to his desk, you give each other a quick smile or nod. later you’d walk around the camp, accepting any errand from team members just to keep yourself occupied. 

the next time you gently close his door from the inside and ask him if he’d like another cup. 

“no, that’s alright.” his voice so deep that he clears his throat, most likely from the long period of muteness. you walk towards him and grin when you make contact with him, he sits up in his seat just a little, signaling for a peck. you kiss him and feel him get up casually. 

“don’t go jus’ yet, love.” 

you nod, even when he’s walking away to a file cabinet, his strong back facing you. you hop onto the empty space of his desk and kick your feet gently. john’s hands are warm when he cups your cheeks. you blush at the impact and feel his words go straight to your core, “miss lookin’ at this pretty face. been so busy, i ain’t have the time to see ya.” you giggle and paw at his chest when his beard scratches your face as he kisses you for longer. 

“needa break, birdie.” he mumbles between his kisses, he starts to toy with the various straps of your bra and tank top. you lean back according to his sudden eagerness, supporting yourself whilst his bigger body stands between your dangling legs. as if he’s inhaling you, he only stops smothering you with his love when you pull away for some air. “want it, john.” you find yourself almost moaning out when his large hands come to grasp your thighs, keeping your legs spread at his waist. 

“bad girl. tryna get a working man to submit to your neediness. mm, you’re lucky i’m willing.” he places a kiss on your shoulder before digging his fingers to the band of your shorts. he’s dragged your lower half to complete nudity while he tosses his shirt to his chair. the heat in the entire base almost unbearable, but you thank it for the sight of seeing john’s unshorn body glistening. his strong muscled arms much sexier unconfined to even a compression top. your bare cunt throbbing at the sight. 

“baby,” you call as he unbuckles his tight belt, “i didn’t lock the door.”

“ah, yes. but ‘ts all apart the thrill, love.” unzipping his loose jeans, “bet ya won’t remember the lock very well after i’m done with you.” you wanna slap the smirk off his mouth but your fingers dig into the wood desk when he slips his leaking tip against your sex. gathering that wetness, he smears it against his stiff length. john holds your legs against and prods at your very welcoming body before slipping in, slowly. 

“sh sh, gonna need ya to focus on not makin’ a peep, ‘kay love?” you would’ve stayed quiet regardless if his sweet honeyed voice had told you so, but god was it hard to. 

his large, uncut cock seems to force its path into your tight heat. you felt full even at halfway. the stretch burning exactly how you needed it, you don’t mind if the bite you have on your lip starts to bleed. 

he damn near growls through his barred teeth, “fuckin’ hell…” he holds his grip on your chubby thighs and bottoms out inside you. he wastes no time, quickening his pace, leaving your sweet pussy halfway just to return all the way back inside. you nod at the impact and start to shift and move your hips down to meet him. the deep, quiet groans and moans he lets out make you clench impossibly. 

after a good set of thrusts, he pulls out, letting your leg go to squeeze at the base of his cock. a thick amount of pre pours from your stretched cunt along with your own arousal, you gawk at the mess as you continue to leak down onto the floor, your shaking leg writhing at price’s side for his support. “what a sight, huh?” his very much hearted pupils watch the scene unfold upon him. he grabs your leg and shoves his way back inside of you, you hum at the needed fill. 

his voice is just above a whisper, “gonna be good for me and let me fill ‘er up?” it’s insane how quickly you nod. 

“yeah…pump this pretty cunt, mhm.” he takes a couple of good strokes before pressing flushed against your lower thighs, releasing his love out in you. you’d thank him immediately if your own orgasm didn’t crash down onto you, letting a pained, loud whine. but he can’t just stop there, he pulls his half-hard on out and teases your sensitive body. pushing his load by the tip back into you. cooing at how well you stay pliable and open for him. “so good…yep…my perfect girl, yes you are…” how couldn’t he love you, you just take such good care of him!

[loonylupinblack3]

Period Trouble

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: swearing, nothing else i think?

Summary: you wake up with your period and are forced to go on a mission with Logan of all people

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: literally obsessed with this man rn so ofc i had to write about him. also wolverine has enhanced senses including smell but its like…. barely shown in the movies so i had to search it up to be sure, and some part of me still doubts it but for the purposes of this fic he does have it

You woke up with a groan, immediately curling into a ball. You were early. You were early and you hadn’t emotionally or physically prepared for having your period today, yet the world seemed ready to punish you, burdening you with an early cycle.

You checked the time, cursing every god and deity you knew when you realised you were supposed to have woken up half an hour ago. Wincing, you got up, your body screaming at the movement. Already your stomach was aching, the ghosts of cramps to come caressing your body. 

There was knocking at your door, quiet yet firm. You already knew it was Storm on the other side of the door, no doubt in search of a reason why you failed to get up on time. It was going to be a long day.

You yelled out to Storm, promising to be out in five minutes, and got up, groggily looking for your clothes. When you’d tamed your hair and brushed your teeth, you exited your room to find Storm waiting on the other side, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

She took one look at you and sighed. “What are you wearing?”

You looked down perplexed. “....my clothes?”

She raised her eyebrow. “You’re on a mission today, remember?”

Fuck. You nearly let out a whine. You were not in the mood to go skulking around doing Xavier’s bidding when you had a constant throbbing pain assaulting your stomach, unreasonable mood swings, and exhaustion weighing you down.

Storm sent you a questioning look. “You up for this?”

The mission was nothing big. Professor X needed you to collect some sort of rare herb that had recently been shipped into the nearest city, something he needed to complete a super secret experiment you weren’t privy to. He’d just asked for help and you’d volunteered.

Oh how you regretted that decision now.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you muttered. “Let me just get changed real quick.”

Getting into your previously decided upon outfit, a plain inconspicuous one intended to blend in, you left your room again, this time with no complaint from Storm. Your stomach gave an uncomfortable clench and you sighed, making a mental note to find some nurofen before leaving for the mission.

“Why aren’t you in your outfit?” you asked, just realising Storm wasn’t wearing what you two had agreed upon yesterday.

She winced slightly. “Can’t go. Filling in for some classes.”

Your face soured but you tried not to hold it against her. Storm loved her students, and given the choice of helping them or Xavier with a low level mission, she’d obviously choose her kids. You couldn’t blame her exactly, but it meant you’d have to go on this mission alone, while not impossible by any means it would make it slightly more difficult.

You sighed. “That’s okay. I can go alone.”

When Storm winced even more your eyes narrowed in suspicion, following her with caution. “Storm…..”

She sighed guiltily. “Xavier didn’t want you to go alone. The herb’s too valuable.”

You tilted your head slightly as you entered the house’s foyer. “So who am I going with then?”

Storm��s eyes darted ahead, and you followed her gaze to find Logan Howlett leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He smirked at you, “you’re looking at him sweetheart.”

You resisted the urge to groan, instead sending Storm a dirty look. You didn’t necessarily dislike Logan, but he was a lot to deal with, and you were already tired from your day that had barely begun.

You couldn’t say all that with Logan standing there however, so you muttered a, “lovely,” and walked past the man to the garage.

He followed you silently, no quip or smart ass comment which was strange for him. You’d just entered the garage, heading towards one of the cars, when you glanced back at him and found Logan stopped in the doorway, staring at you with a frown on his face. Or rather, a deeper frown than usual.

“What is it?” you asked him, standing at the hood of the car.

Logan’s eyes roved your body, searching for something. “You’re injured.”

It was your turn to frown. “What? No I’m not.”

He took a step forward, almost as if he was planning on looking for your alleged injury himself. “Don’t bullshit me Y/n, I can smell your blood.”

You made a face. “What are you talking about…..” you trailed off when you realised it, perhaps the most mortifying moment in your life.

Logan could smell your period blood. He thought you were bleeding from an injury. 

You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

He scoffed, walking towards you until you were face to face. You tried to step back and felt the hood of the car against your legs. “I can smell the fucking blood seeping out of you Y/n. I wouldn’t call that fine.”

You gritted your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him. “I can assure you, I am not injured.”

You moved to walk past him but he caught your wrist, forcing you back into your position pressed against the car. “If you think I am going on this mission with you while you’re wounded, you’re out of your mind.”

“I’m not-”

“Do you think I’m an idiot darl? Is that why you’re denying being hurt while I can literally smell it on you-”

You cut him off. “I’m on my period, Logan.”

He paused, staring at you with an indecipherable expression on his face. You waited for him to speak, feeling embarrassed and furious about it. Why should you be embarrassed of your period? He was the one who was pushing you, prodding you, forcing you to tell him the source of the bleeding. If your answer made him uncomfortable, that wasn’t your fault nor your concern.

Eventually he spoke. “Alright then. Get in the car. I’m driving.”

You scowled at him. “Says who?”

He didn’t even bother looking at you, already in the driver’s seat. “Says me.”

You sighed but didn’t argue further, silently getting into the passenger seat. Logan started the car, reversing it out of the garage and driving down the long winding driveway till you got to the street.

“It’s an hour's drive to the city, give or take,” you told Logan, setting the GPS up on the car.

Logan barely glanced at it, eyes on the road, a firm grip on the steering wheel. He didn’t even respond to you. You sighed and turned away, looking out the window as the scenery passed you in flashes.

As the drive continued, you noticed Logan sending you glances every now and then. If you really focused on them, you’d almost say they seemed worried, concerned even, but they were always too quick for you to tell for certain. You were too preoccupied with your cramps that had started up anyway, and the lack of nurofen you’d forgotten to grab.

Finally, you arrived at the city, driving into the hustle and bustle of the crowded area. Logan’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, obviously not a fan of the traffic the city provided. You watched the stream of people through the window as Logan looked for a space to park, muttering under his breath.

You were mildly entertained at the amount of road rage he had, cursing every car that wasn’t at least 10 metres over the speed limit. His jaw was clenched, hand fisting the steering wheel, yet he still looked at you here and there, like you were actually wounded.

When he eventually found a parking spot the two of you got out of the car and you looked at the address Xavier gave you.

“Should be somewhere along this street,” you murmured, eyes flicking from the piece of paper to the busy street.

Logan moved behind you, so close you could feel your back against his chest, and looked at the paper in your hand. He let out a grunt and moved past you, walking forwards. You frowned and hurried your pace, not wanting to lose him amidst the crowd of people.

Luck was certainly not your side, because soon enough you’d lost him, unable to see his black leather jacket in the throng of people. You hesitated, wondering if you should look for him or just go straight to the address, when you felt an arm around your waist.

“Stay close to me,” Logan murmured into your war, his voice gravelly. “Don’t wanna lose you again.”

You glanced at him as he continued walking, not moving his arm from your waist. “How’d you find me?”

He gave you a smirk. “Followed the smell of blood.”

Again you felt your cheeks heat but you glared at him defiantly, refusing to be embarrassed. He smirked at you, flashing his teeth, as you arrived in front of the address, a plain building home to some sort of florist. 

Logan finally took his hand from your waist, walking to the door with you trailing behind him. A bell gave a little jingle as you entered, and you were immediately assaulted with the smell of flowers. Different sorts of plants took up every corner of the room and Logan’s face soured as he looked around, obviously not pleased with the environment.

An old woman sat behind a desk, watering a plant with a mini watering can. You walked up to her, Logan hot on your heels. When you stopped in front of the desk Logan was so close behind you you could actually feel his chest against your back.

“Mrs May?” you asked.

The old woman looked at you with a smile, her eyes crinkling. “That’s me. What can I help you two lovebirds with? Bouquet of roses? Lilies?”

You opened your mouth, surprised, and tried to find something to say. Being mistaken for a couple shouldn’t have affected you so much, especially while on a mission, but you were flustered and could still feel Logan’s chest right against your back, his warmth almost dizzying.

“We’re not here for flowers unfortunately,” Logan spoke, saving you. Except why didn’t he specify you weren’t a couple? Did that not matter to him, what some old lady thought, or did he enjoy the idea of being thought of as your boyfriend?

Oh god. What were you thinking? Stupid period hormones. 

The old lady looked at you two curiously. “Then how can I help you?”

There was a pointed silence and you realised Logan was waiting for you to speak. You cleared your throat and spoke the random sequence of words Xavier had you memorise, that would inform Mrs May just what type of buyers you were.

The woman’s eyes lit up with recognition and she nodded her head slowly. “Ah, yes, let me just go to the storage room quickly, I’ll be back….”

Mrs May tottered around the desk and through a side door, half hidden behind the multitude of plants covering the area, leaving you alone with Logan.

You took a step away from him and turned around to look at him, finding him staring at you with a frown on his face.

You frowned back at him. “What’s up with you today?”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “What is up with me? I don’t know if you’ve noticed Darl but you haven’t exactly been up to par yourself.”

You rolled your eyes at his words. “That’s not what I meant, and besides, I’m on my period.”

Logan stared at you, arms crossed. “What did ya mean then?”

“You’ve been acting strange. Less talkative and annoying like usual.”

Logan snorted. “Ever the lady.”

“I’m serious. What’s up with you?”

Logan sighed and took a step forward until he was towering over you and you had to crane your head up to look at him. “You are what’s up. I can constantly smell you bleeding, and I can’t get it out of my mind that it means you’re hurt. You’re driving me crazy sweetheart.”

Well…. That certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Logan smirked down at you as if he knew that, and enjoyed surprising you. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted to the floor. “Well, that’s hardly my fault.”

Logan chuckled. “Not your fault no, but it is your doing whether you mean to or not.”

You swallowed, looking back up at him. “Well…. Don’t you constantly smell when people are on their periods?”

“It’s different with you. Smelling your blood just drives me crazy, plain and simple. Can’t get the instinct out of my head that blood means injury.”

The way Logan was admitting all of this, with such calm, made you think he’d been wanting to say this for a while. The unspoken confession was there, and it was up to you to decide what to do with it.

“I’m glad you care,” was what you landed on, unsure of what else to say.

Logan chuckled again, one hand snaking to your waist. “I do a lot more than care, Y/n.”

You smiled softly, looking up at him. With his other hand he brushed your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The sound of a door closing brought you out of your little bubble and you took a step back, Logan reluctantly letting go of your waist.

Mrs May, either not having seen you two or graciously deciding to ignore it, passed you a package, informing you the herb and all information involving it was inside, and to handle it with care. You nodded and thanked the old woman before exiting the building, Logan again right on your heels.

As soon as the shop’s door closed behind you Logan’s hand was back around your waist. “Not losing you this time.”

You tried not to smile, though internally you were grinning like a maniac, and let Logan lead the two of you back to the car. You didn’t even get to argue your case of driving this time, Logan already in the driver’s seat. You sighed and got into the passenger seat, resigning yourself to another hour of silence as Logan started driving, when you felt his hand on your thigh.

You looked at him but he didn’t say anything, just gave it a light squeeze as he kept his eyes on the road. You looked away, grinning. So maybe the world didn’t have it out for you after all.

[sturnsdarling]

You're much better company, tough girl

fratboy!matt has met his match with smartand'mean'!reader, and he can't get enough of her

vibe check: SMUT, mattthemunch, unprotected cuddle time (I'd tell you to wrap it but i'm not your mother) bigdick!matt, choking, spitting, praise, reader strumming the bean, pet names (angel, tough girl), all that good stuff.

4k words

A/N: This concept was born from and is my take on the wonderful, amazing and ridiculously talented @sturnioz fratboy!matt au, and its also my first fic so, be kind.

love and cigs, merc

The autumn air was cold, and the fishnets on your legs weren’t doing you any favours. you’d snuck out the party to escape the weirdo guy that was basically stalking you since you had arrived. You'd hoped to find your friend, but she was somewhere tangled up with one of the resident frat boys, her shy demeanour acting like catnip to the renowned player Chris Sturniolo. You found yourself outside the front of the house, genuinely considering leaving, but knowing your friend would need company once Chris inevitably got bored of her. From around the corner, you heard  a lighter flick and the deep inhale that normally follows, turning and walking down to the side of the house, you saw a shadowy figure being periodically illuminated by the butt of his cigarette. 

"What're you doin’ out here?" you questioned, walking over to Matt who was leant against the side of the house, trying to escape the "new age, shit rap music" Chris put on.

Matt held up the cig in his fingers and gave you a short smile, before placing the cigarette between his lips and taking a long drag, his jawline becoming even more prominent as his cheeks hollowed slightly. 

"Thought you didn't smoke?" you said, arms folded over your chest as the cold air bit at your nearly bare legs. 

"I don't smoke weed, but, I do love my cigs" He held the open box out to you and you pulled one out, placing it between your lips gently. He brandished his silver lighter in front of your face and lit the cigarette, absentmindedly staring at the way the flame illuminated your features. 

"Chris is the stoner, kid fuckin' loves it" He said as he flicked the lighter closed and placed it back in his pocket. 

"Cigarettes still contain drugs, y'know that right?" You smirked, taking a drag and letting the smoke come out with every word. 

"Yes, smart-ass I know that" He quipped back, "everyone needs a vice, you know?" 

You giggled slightly as his philosophy, "a vice? you need something to help you escape the plaguing reality of being a frat bro?”, smiling as you placed the cig between your teeth and took another drag.

“Ugh, don't call me that" he responded, spitting the foul taste out of his mouth onto the floor, "besides..." He paused to take a drag, "If I was a frat bro, which I'm not, I could have a plaguing sense of reality, frat boys have feelings too you know, kid" he smiled, his perfect teeth almost reflecting the light from the street lamps. 

“oh, do tell, what plagues the infamous Matthew Sturniolo" you grinned at him, rolling your eyes in faux sympathy.

"Infamous? ouch.” He held his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended. 

Pausing for a moment, he looked at you and then to the floor, shuffling where he leant slightly and shrugging his shoulders, "I dunno, l've always got somthin' going on up there" He gestured to his temple with the cig in his fingers.

“But, 'nough about me, what're you doin' out here?" he asked, desperately trying to change the topic from himself, pointing his cigarette at you in an accusatory

"Came lookin’ for you" you said, blowing the smoke from your pursed lips. 

His eyebrows raised at your confession, "Me?" He questioned. 

"mhm" You nodded, taking another drag. 

“Why?” his brows furrowed as smoke bellowed out his open mouth. 

“I didn’t actually, jus' thought you’d like the flattery” You chuckled, ashing your cigarette.

“wow, okay, how tough are you?” He smirked, standing up from his leant position and throwing his cigarette to the floor, just before stamping it out. 

“Me? tough? never.” You said sarcastically, placing your cigarette back in your mouth. 

Matt came forward slightly and pulled the tiny stick from your lips, placing it between his own and taking a drag whilst maintaining a firm stare. You watched him intently, your big eyes burning holes into his as he placed the cigarette back into your mouth. 

“You didn’t answer my question, kid” he said, his tone faltering as he blew the smoke from his mouth.

a long huff left your mouth as you rolled your eyes, “I needed to escape this guy, he was fuckin’ relentless and I was not into it”. 

Matt paused for a moment, still baring down into you, “yeah?” half of his teeth coming onto display as a smirk encapsulated his face, “what are you into?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly so he was even closer to you, his breath nearly touching the cold apples of your cheeks. 

As he was speaking you took a long drag, and in response to his clear attempt to rile you up, you blew the smoke into his face with pursed lips and a smile. Matt blinked slowly with raised brows at your bravery, letting the wind carry the smoke from his face. 

“What do you think i’m into, Matthew?” you asked, matching his earlier cadence. 

“I think, you act all tough, but really, you want someone to tell you to sit down, shut up, and to take it like the pretty, pretty girl you are” he said, so non-challant you’d think he was explaining that the sky is blue. 

Your breath hitched in your chest, and your eyes fluttered slightly, not quite fully closing. 

A cheshire cat smile formed on Matts face, he knew exactly what type of girl you were from the moment he laid eyes on you on the first day of the semester. 

“You think I’m pretty?” you asked in a condescending tone, pulling your confidence back, trying to ignore the growing sensation in your stomach. 

Matt simply nodded in response, tucking a messy strand of hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trail down past your neck and over your bare arms. At some point during your back and forth, Matt had edged his face impossibly close to yours, he hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your head up to face him, 

“I think you’re beautiful, tough girl” he whispered, almost into your mouth as it parted with his words. 

With that, you threw your cigarette to the floor and thrust your lips into his, the force pushing him backwards to into the wall he was leant on only moments ago. His hands found your waist, pulling you in tight against him as yours pulled and tugged at the loose brown curls on the back of his head. The kiss was feverish, animalistic and messy, you were positioned snug between his legs as one of his hands found its way to the covered flesh of your ass, he squeezed it with a low growl and slapped it quickly after, rubbing the sting away with a soft hand. The sensation caused you to whimper into his mouth, jolting against him as his hand smacked your ass. He chuckled into the kiss, his hands roaming all the way up your back and into your hair. He pulled you off him with a firm hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you make noises like that” he dipped his head down, capturing your neck in his teeth and soothing the sting with a flat, warm tongue. 

“Matt” you whispered, your head hanging on your shoulders, resting in Matts large palm. “What’s up, angel?” he murmured from the curve where your neck and shoulders meet.

“I’m not—shit— I’m not gonna fuck you round the side of your house” You manage to get out, slightly distracted by the sensation of Matt nipping at sucking at your neck. 

“Let’s go inside then” You even mentioning fucking him was enough permission to take your hand and drag you inside. 

The music boomed against your skull as he pulled you through the party with your hand in his, both of you ignoring everyone that tried to spark up some kind of drunken conversation. He led you up the large staircase in the centre of the main room, his focus on your destination only faltering to glance at Chris who, had your best friend tucked under his arm on the sofa, the pair exchanged a knowing look and Chris shot Matt a wink, quickly returning his attentions to the shy girl perched next to him. As you and Matt reached the top of the staircase, he turned, pulling you into him for the second time that night for a desperate kiss. This time, he leant down, taking the backs of your thighs in his hands with a tap that you knew meant ‘jump’. You obliged and within moments, you were being thrust into his dimly lit bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot, never breaking the kiss, and walked the two of you over to his bed, placing you down somewhat gently onto the brown satin sheets. 

“You’re so pretty, y’know that?” he said breathlessly, breaking the kiss to tear off his red sweatshirt. 

“I think you mentioned it once or twice” You replied, desperately clawing at the back of his neck to pull him back into you, your legs loose around his waist. 

“Such a smart-ass” he groaned, his hand suddenly gripping your throat as he pushed you back down onto his sheets, squeezing the sides of your neck. 

You moaned at the sensation, brows furrowing as your hips involuntarily bucked upwards. Matt chucked at your responsiveness, his hand trailing down your chest to toy with the hem of your top. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, softly. 

“mhm” you nodded, desperately. 

“Words, angel, I need words” he halted his movements, his voice stern. 

“Yes, Matt, take it off, please”  The pleading in your tone evident, despite your attempt to be moody. 

“Begging already? I knew I’d like you” with that he pulled your top over your head and left you exposed in your lacy black bra, your hard nipples perking through the sheer fabric. 

“Fuck” Matt uttered under his breath, his large hands roaming around your nearly bare torso. 

He couldn’t help himself, he leant down, pulling the thin fabric from your tit and wrapped his mouth around your hardened nipple, grinding down onto your core as he did, chasing the friction. Your head rolled back at the feeling, and as if on instinct, your hips rolled against his. Matt trailed his kisses down your stomach, each one igniting a hot fire all over your skin. He hooked his fingers round the hem of your skirt, still trailing hot, wet kisses down your heaving torso. He looked up at you, being met with your pleading eyes staring down at him.

“Can I?” he tugged slightly at your skirt. 

“yes, please” you nodded frantically, lifting your hips up to aid him in removing the fabric that separated his mouth from your aching cunt. 

“Such a fast learner, such a good girl” he smiled as he pulled your skirt down over your knees, leaving you in nothing but your bra, fishnets and thin black panties. 

“Jesus christ” he said as he perched on his knees by the edge of the bed, “these are staying on” he said, caressing your legs with firm hands. 

He edged his hands further down towards your core, spreading your thighs apart for him as he lowered himself down, hooking your legs over his shoulders. As his hands reached where you ached for him the most, he pressed firm fingers across your pussy, rubbing upwards and finishing his movement with a short circle of both of his thumbs over your throbbing clit. With one quick motion, he ripped a hole in your fishnets, exposing your dripping cunt to him as your wetness seeped through the thin fabric of your thong. His eyes might as well have sparkled at the sight, 

“Look at that, tough girl, you’re all wet over me taking charge” he said, taking a finger and swiping it up the wetness that had collected  at the entrance to your pussy. 

You whimpered, bucking your hips once again at the stimulation, whining slightly in attempts to coax him into touching you properly. 

“I need to taste you, angel, can I?” he asked, like a boy begging to stay up to see Santa on christmas morning. 

“Yes, Matt, please, fuckin' hurry up already” you whine, desperate and aching for any sense of relief from this agonising feeling. 

He didn’t need any more permission, with a low hum (more like a fucking growl), he pulled your soaked panties to the side with vigour and latched his mouth around your clit. Your back arched off the bed immediately, his tongue sending sweet euphoria up your spine as it toyed with your sensitive bud. The moan that escaped you was pornographic, and it only egged him on further. He slipped his tongue into your entrance, lapping at the juices that seeped from your hole as his thumb found your clit, moving in slow circles over the sensitive bud. He moaned into your pussy, as if he was getting off on eating you out, the vibrations from his groaning only adding to the knot growing in your stomach. Your hands found his hair, tugging at the messy brown curls that covered his beautiful face as he devoured you. 

“Fuck, Matt, that feels so fucking good” you cried out, tears pricking at your eyes as he moved once more to suck on your clit. 

His fingers swirled and prodded at your slick entrance, your walls nearly sucking him in as they clenched around nothing. He took your incessant moans as invitation to insert two long fingers all the way inside of you, curling up into that perfect gummy spot as he did. Your thighs clenched around his head, tensing and shaking as he brought you to the edge. He raised himself up slightly, pushing your legs apart with his forearms and pinning you down under his weight, his fingers relentlessly curling into you as he sucked and lapped at your clit, desperate to make you come undone all over his mouth. You tugged at his curls once more, earning a deep groan from him that vibrated around your clit and, that feeling, coupled with the warm pressure of his body weight on your thighs and his intense, animalistic eye contact, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your whole body shaking as you moaned his name over and over again, bucking your hips up into his face as he continued his pace, mercilessly lapping at your sopping pussy. You started to tether on the edge of overstimulation just as he pulled his mouth from you, his fingers still pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. You stared down at him with fluttery eyes, your fingers caressing his scalp as he helped you ride out your orgasm with a tender smile and tiny bites down the inside of your thigh. 

He pulled his fingers from you and got to his feet, the bed shifted under his weight as he brought himself up to hover over you. 

He traced the outline of your plump lips with the tip of his finger, asking for invitation. You obliged and opened your mouth, exposing a flat tongue to him. 

“Taste how sweet you are, angel. fuckin’ delicious” He said, placing his fingers on your tongue before edging them down your throat, watching intently as you gagged around them. 

He chuckled slightly at your submissiveness, pulling his fingers from your throat and trailing them down your chin. He placed a firm palm on the front of your neck and pulled you into a kiss, his face still wet from your cum. You whimpered into the kiss, frantic hands moving down in between you in attempts to unbutton his jeans. He smiled into the kiss and squeezed the sides of your throat with his fingers, bucking his hips into your hands as they freed him of the confines of the thick denim. He assisted you in pushing his jeans down his legs, not once breaking the kiss as he expertly shuffled them off and kicked them across the room. He crawled back on top of you and pushed you further up the bed, with one hand on the back of your thigh and the other round your neck, he hooked your leg over his waist and began to grind down into your sensitive core, the fabric of his black boxers giving just the right amount of friction between you. 

“Matt, I need you inside of me, now.” you whine, the demand sending shivers up Matts spine as he locked eyes with you. 

“What’s the magic word, pretty girl” He smirked, you rolled your eyes in response and brought your other leg to hook around his waist, your feet locking him in. 

“Please, matt” you reluctantly (you loved it) begged. 

“So good for me, angel” he smiled as your hands snaked their way into his boxers, palming his hard cock. 

Your eyes widened slightly at the size and he noticed, a sense of pride washing over him, “Bigger than you thought it would be?” he smirked.

 A wave of nervousness overcame you but you pushed it down, biting your lip and tightening your grip on his throbbing member, “I always knew you’d be huge, the quiet ones always are” you said, pumping him slowly. 

He couldn’t help but rut into your hand, his head falling into the curve of your neck as he palmed your tit, pinching at your hard nipple whilst his other hand left bruises on your thigh. Small whispers left his mouth and fell onto your skin, his warm breath only turning you on even more. You pushed his boxers down completely and he kicked them off, looking down at where you were attempting to line him up with your weeping entrance. 

“So needy, huh? tough girl? lemme help you angel” He pressed his tip against your folds and aided you in guiding himself into your slick walls. 

The feeling of him stretching you out made your back arch off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for some sort of leverage. He chuckled slightly, slowly thrusting his leaking tip in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size inch by inch as he trailed soft kisses down your jaw and neck, biting every so often only to sooth the sting with his warm tongue. 

The feeling was euphoric, he was somehow keeping you between feeling completely satisfied and overstimulated all at once. 

“fuck, angel” he drew out, “y'so fuckin’ tight and m'not even half way in— Jesus christ- y'gonna be the death of me” he grunted, capturing your open mouth in a wet and tender kiss, his tongue pressed against yours as he thrusted into you completely, bottoming out. 

You both moan at the feeling, your legs tensed around his waist and your arms found home draped over his shoulders, hands tangled in his hair. 

He pulled out of you almost entirely, still kissing you mercilessly before thrusting into you again, this time with a lot more force. You moaned into his mouth, tugging at his hair to counter the sting of your pussy, blissfully stretched out around him and aching for him to move faster. 

Matt broke the kiss, taking your jaw in his hand and squeezing your mouth open, he gathered a ball of spit in his mouth and lowered it towards yours. You caught it on your tongue and swallowed it with a smile as he watched in awe.

“You’re perfect” he uttered, leaning down to kiss your squished lips before releasing your jaw and earning another smile from you. 

With that, he set a relentless pace, fucking you into the bed with each hard thrust. You moaned out his name, pulling him in impossibly close to you with both your grip round his waist and your hands in his hair. His head fell next to yours, hot breath panting in your ear as he moaned and whimpered at the feeling of your slick walls clenching around him. 

“Fuck matt, you're so big, stretching me out s’much, oh my fucking god” you trail off, your words bouncing with every merciless thrust. 

“Take it angel, fuckin’ take it, I know you can” he panted into your ear, sucking on the lobe. 

He slowed his pace but fucked you harder, each thrust inciting a pornographic moan from your lips. 

“you sound s'good when you moan, so fuckin’ sexy” he groaned, pounding into you harder just to earn those beautiful whimpers from you. 

His tip formed a bulge in your lower stomach, poking out of you over and over again as he hit your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge for the second time that night. You brought a hand up to his mouth, silently asking for permission to collect some spit from the pad of his tongue, he obliged, biting your fingers slightly before you pulled them from his mouth and placed them down between the two of you, rubbing fast circles over your clit. The stimulation made your walls clench around him, milking his painfully hard cock. 

“Fuck, oh my, fuck, keep doing that, pretty girl, keep touching yourself for me” his command comes out in a near whimper. 

“Matt, m'gonna— “ before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your thighs shaking around his waist as white hot tingles covered your entire body, you clenched your eyes shut and all you could see was stars as you came all over his dick. 

“You’re clenching me so hard right now angel, y'gonna make me cum, look at me pretty girl, please, let me see those pretty eyes” Matt rambled as his high was rapidly approaching, his pace quickening as his movements became sloppy, 

“cum inside me, please matt, I need it” you cried out, still reeling in the after shock of your crippling orgasm. 

With your pleading, he realised strings of warm cum inside you, coating your walls as he fucked his seed into you, riding out his orgasm, shaking and trying desperately not to buckle completely on top of you. 

He thrusted in and out a few more times before reluctantly pulling out, the cold air hitting his softening cock as he fell down next to you, immediately bringing you into his side and pulling at your limbs so you were lazily draped over him. 

You laid there, panting in each others arms, both trying to catch your breath as the sound of the party suddenly became more prominent from the other side of his bedroom door. “You” he said, still catching his breath, “are incredible.” He turned his head to look down at you.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Matthew” you smiled, bringing your finger to trace along his pink bottom lip. 

He watched as you admired the plump skin for a moment and with a smile, he bit the tip of your finger. You giggled and pulled your hand from his mouth, resting it on his now steady chest. 

“Can I see you again?” he asked, captivated by the way your face lights up when you laugh. 

“If you actually start coming to classes, you’ll see me all the time” you taunted him.

“Oh, I’m gonna have the best fuckin’ attendance in this whole college” he responded, pulling you fully on top of him. 

You squealed at the sudden movement and shifted to straddle his lap. You sat up, looking down at him as he tugged and needed at the flesh around your hips. 

“They’re all probably wondering where you are” you said, referring to the hoard of people in his home. 

“Fuck ‘em, they’re all losers anyway” he leant up closer to you, a sneaky hand came and wrapped itself around your neck, pulling you desperately close to his face.

“You’re much better company, tough girl” he whispered through a smile before capturing your mouth in a tender yet rough kiss.

[doberbutts]

Would it be ableist or otherwise insensitive for me to buy a cane despite not being physically disabled?

Im neurodivergent and because of that, I have poor posture, and because of my posture, I've developed some back problems that make standing and walking around for long periods of time difficult to accomplish without some sort of assistance.

Ive looked into it and i think buying a cane would help, but i don't want it to seem like im faking a disability or taking up resources i don't need

Poor posture that causes back problems that prevent you from standing and walking without assistance is, um, physically disabled, dear anon.

Even if it wasn't, canes are literally 5-25$ at the store depending on exact brand and type, they're mass produced, and they're a common enough accessory that truly I think you're thinking way too hard about it.

If you think you'll walk better with a cane, buy a cane.

[7frogsspeaks]

If you've never worked in a big corporate office you are missing out on half of Severance

Everyone seems to be talking about the setting of this show like it's a big mystery we're waiting on answers for, and I keep having to remind myself that this is the Unemployed Website because every single aspect of the severed floor is a direct parody of corporate office work. Some of it is pretty obvious to anyone (being a totally different person at work than you are at home, excessive surveillance, etc), but unless you've worked in one of these places there's a ton you're probably missing.

So, for those of you who (luckily) lack corporate office experience, here is a non-exhaustive list of real phenomenon Severence is referencing:

- Having absolutely no clue where anything is other than your department. A large corporate office truly feels like working in a brightly-lit, featureless labyrinth. You get lost so easily, and the number of turns and hallways in the opening scene is not that much more extreme than how I had to get to my department (which was over a 5-minute walk from the main entrance). It's common to draw new employees a map.

- Cult-like worship and constant quoting of the company's founder/founding family and core operating principles. Long-time employees will genuinely treat it like religious doctrine. It's scary.

- The relationship between departments. The different cultures, outrageous rumors, distrust, compete lack of understanding of who they are, how many of them there are, where they work, what they do, and generally treating them like a foreign country is barely even a parody. It's just really like that. Going to another department and seeing their equipment and work area (and being stared at by a bunch of people who don't expect a stranger to be there) might as well be walking into a room that's a hill with intimidating goat farmers.

- Other people's jobs being utterly incomprehensible. The department that had a room behind a wall next to mine apparently used it for filling backpacks with weights until the straps broke. Another department had someone whose job was to shine different lights onto pieces of fabric and record the color difference. One of my positions was measuring various pants 20 different ways and then taking notes while a specific person tried them on. Apparently a guy somewhere occasionally got paid to make watercolors of birds. Some people did finance. You get the idea.

- Only ever hearing from upper management (who are treated like a group of fickle, wrathful gods) through a nervous secretary and never hearing their voices/seeing their faces. You might know their names.

- Weird, uncomfortable, often ritualesque events that are treated like a big deal. The company I worked for, for example, would announce the employees of the year by having a committee of people with noisemakers and silly hats parade around the buildings until they got to the person's desk, and then take their photo to hang on the wall. People were not warned beforehand, it was a ~surprise~. This happened daily at random times for over a week each year, and long-standing employees got really into it.

- People genuinely fighting over all those meaningless, patronizing rewards like pizza parties, fancy pens, etc. Having an "employee of the month" mug, for example, is treated as an enviable status symbol. Presumably this is why corporations think this stuff will also work in the service industry (it doesn't because service workers are normal).

- Ridiculous conspiracy theories about the building, management, coworkers, or company history, peddled like gossip.

- New employees having a rough adjustment period where it feels like you're adapting to an alternate universe. Office culture is nothing like real life though it's closer if you live in white suburbia and have an HOA, so during most people's first time working in one they bump up against a lot of unspoken rules, weird taboos, and general culture shock. Most of this involves navigating strictly-enforced social hierarchies, verbal adherence to company ideals, and using only specific types of communication, and being chastised when you mess up. It 100% feels like being indoctrinated into a cult.

- Not understanding the purpose of the work you're doing, and only receiving vague answers, that it's "important", and that there's a big exciting deadline. No single department has access to the big picture for how everyone's jobs fit together to accomplish something, you'd have to work in all of them or in upper management to figure it out. The inner machinations and goals of the company are generally treated like a mysterious secret.

- Never seeing the sky. Window offices are a prized commodity since the buildings are so big, so unless you're a high-up manager or the company has gone to great lengths to add access to widows (most don't because it's really expensive) you likely won't see daylight until you leave, even if you travel around the building during the day.

And for the Lifetime Unemployment crowd, some more general job phenomenon:

- So. Many. Acronyms. And being expected to say them all with a straight face, even if they sound really silly.

- Coworkers effectively ceasing to exist the moment they leave the company, with zero explanation given for why they're suddenly gone unless there's a retirement party.

- Management giving ridiculously nit-picky feedback as a form of hazing/power play, especially to marginalized people.

- Upper management making sudden, drastic changes to your job expectations, physical workplace, or management structure with zero notice and penalizing you if you can't adapt immediately.

- The entire vibe of your job being dictated by who your manager is.

- Your coworkers acting like what happens at work is their entire life, and treating their home lives as something extra they do on the side.

- Having no clue who your coworkers are outside of work, and that information being largely treated as taboo.

- Being effectively locked in a sealed space with zero access to the outside world for the entirety of your workday, and being told that that's not weird or a problem– it's a benefit that helps you focus on your job.

Basically: There's no big mystery to the structure and culture of Lumon/the severed floor. Most of it is never going to get a canon "explanation" because the target audience already has one. It's all a parody.

EDIT: Reblogged with more office-specific ones

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Preggers

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: fluff, smut!

a/n: sequel to Racing Simulator, enjoy!!!

"Fuck.." You sighed closing your eyes. Your palms were sweating and resting on the sink as you waited for the results of the pregnancy test you just took without Lando knowing.

Your mouth went dry and your legs wobbled when you opened your eyes to see another line appear on the test. Positive.

Your body felt as if a heat wave just hit you. You were overwhelmed by a wide range of emotions as you put your hand over you belly trying to make yourself aware that a new life will grow in you in the coming months.

You decided to take the test secretly without anyone knowing because you didn't want anyone to put any kind of pressure on you. You've been feeling weird for the past two weeks and as a woman you knew something was happening to your body something you've never felt before.

The possibility of being pregnant immediately crossed your mind especially after coming onto Lando like a horny teenager that day in his racing chair. You were well aware that there was a great chance you were gonna get pregnant because you were ovulating and that very day you just had to spice it up.

You wisely tried to hide symptoms like nausea, inexplicable feeling of fatigue and headache. You even tried to fool yourself by attributing it all to stress at work, but it was only when you missed your period you decided to stop denying the possibility that you are pregnant. And now that you are standing over the sink looking at two clear lines, you have convinced yourself that a woman's intuition is never wrong.

You didn't even realize that a few tears ran down your cheeks until you looked yourself up in the mirror and blinked a couple of times. Taking a deep breath in you turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over your face to come to your senses before going to look for Lando.

When you finally managed to get yourself together, you went to the kitchen, leaving the test behind in the bathroom. You poured yourself a glass of water looking over the kitchen island at Lando who was lying on the couch in the living room.

"Baby?" He asked looking at you from the couch, but you just kept staring at him without blinking. "Is everything okay?" He asked again, but there was no answer from you which instantly made him get up and walk over to you.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Talk to me." His gaze was full of concern as he cupped your face between his hands making you look up at him.

"I-I.." You stuttered, struggling to get the sentence out. "I have to tell you something." You put your hands over his tightening your grip around them.

"What? Tell me."

"Uh..I.." Nervousness washed over you, words didn't have the courage to leave your mouth because you didn't know what his reaction would be. you didn't often touch on the topic of children even though you had been together for 4 years. You loved each other more than anything, but you wanted to enjoy your youth as long as you could.

"Y/n, please, tell me what's going on. You're all pale and I'm getting really-"

"I'm pregnant." You cut him off making his jaw drop and eyes widen. It took him a second to process what you just said before he chuckled and let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Baby..are you really?" His eyes sparkled. You didn't know at that moment, in fact, you were even confused by his reaction, but it was as if he had been dying to hear those words all this time.

"Yeah..I just took the test in the bathroom" You nodded your head smiling with teary eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and laughed sweetly before tightly wrapping his arms around yours shoulders.

"You're freaking me out a little with how happy you are" You admit pulling back from the hug to look at him.

"Of course I'm happy. My woman is having my baby. How could I not be?" He couldn't hide his excitement and that was definitely a relief and an encouragement, but you were still kind of terrified of the new unfamiliar situation you found yourself in. "Are you not?"

"I mean..I'm a little scared. I wasn't expecting this now" He raised his eyebrows giving you a doubtful look tilting his head to the side making both of you laugh as he remembered that day he finished inside you without you complaining. "Oh stop it!" You laughed, softly punching his chest before he pulled you to himself again and you leaned your head against him.

"You have nothing to be scared of okay? I'll take care of you, of us. " His words and his hug were enough to erase every fear, every uncertainty and question mark above your head. His embrace was your safe haven, your refuge and your home where you felt the best. "We're in this together. It was going to happen sooner or later."

"You've thought about us starting a family?" You ask looking up at the blue eyes.

"For quite some time now"

"Really?" You asked visibly taken aback, but positively surprised.

"There was one particular moment when I started fantasizing about us having a kid. It was when you met Mila for the first time. When we came for a family dinner at my parents' house and then after a while you disappeared from the table and I found you two in the playroom having a tea party." Both of you smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear reminiscing the heart warming moment.

"The way you played with her, the way you talked to her..It was so natural for you and she was delighted with you. I was just standing there at the door admiring the two of you and then my mom saw me and it was like she could read my mind right at that moment. She was like "don't wait for too long Lando". And that's when I knew, I knew you'd be the one to carry my baby one day. Nobody else but you."

"Baby, that's so sweet.." It looked like the pregnancy hormones had already kicked in because his words made you a whimpering mess beneath him. You were sobbing as you listened to the man you loved more than anything talk about everything a woman could wish for.

"Just think about us lying in bed in the morning, our baby between us. We're looking at her, kissing her, cuddling her..I can't wait to protect both of you for the rest of my life you know?"

The scene that you pictured in your head was heaven itself just like he described it and now the excitement and joy prevailed in you and the color returned to your face when you realized that everything would be fine. Everything would be just like you've always dreamed of and more.

"Now I can't wait to meet baby Norris." You said quietly giving a soft long kiss to his lips.

"Yeah, baby Norris." He proudly repeated after you loving the way it sounded. "And when are you going to let me make you mrs Norris?" He asked and you smiled shyly looking down.

If it only had been up to Lando, he would probably have married you that day when you met Mila. He knew you were the one for him. You were the one thing he was completely sure of without a single doubt in his mind. You felt the same way about him as well, but you always thought that you should wait a little longer, that you are too young, that you are not in a hurry. There was also a constant pressure from the public that you were not ready to deal with so Lando waited patiently for you to be ready.

"Now is the perfect time to take my last name." He said.

"No, people will think that you're marrying me only because you got me pregnant and I don't want that."

"I don't care what others will think. You and I both know that's not true. C'mon, baby, be my wife." He kissed you and you wrapped your arms around his neck giggling into the kiss as he seemed to propose you right then and there.

"Maybe I should accept it now that you're offering because maybe you won't want to marry me later when I'm all fat and swollen."

"Me not wanting to marry you? That is unlikely to ever happen. Besides," He says between kisses, gripping your ass he pulled you to him pressing you against his already semi hard crotch. "I can't wait to have you walking around with round belly and full breasts. Fuck, it's turning me on so much." His hands moved to your belly gently rubbing it then up to your tits underneath your cropped wide t shirt giving them a tight squeeze.

"Is that so?" You smirk deciding to go along with what he just started. "You gonna help me out with sore breasts?"

"Fuck yes baby. Gonna take such a good care of you. " The soft kisses quickly turned into more passionate and deep ones pushing tongue into each others mouth. "Turn around for me" You do as he pleases bending over the kitchen island as he grinds himself against your butt.

"I'm so hard, can you feel it?" He whispers into your ear making you shiver. Pulling your legging just below your butt, his hand slips inside your panties. His fingers quickly trace over your wet folds before attaching them to your sensitive bud. "So wet for me, fuuuck. You're my good girl, aren't you?" You nod closing your eyes and throwing your head back on his shoulder.

"Arch your back for me" He gently takes your hips in his hands pushing you onto the hard cold surface and collecting your hair into a ponytail. Teasing you with his tip at your entrance you push yourself back against him until you have him deep inside you.

"Ahh, feels so good"

"I wish you could see my point of view right now, so fucking hot." His eyes were glued on his cock disappearing into your pussy, drenching him in your wetness. "I'm not pulling out anymore, I'm gonna cum in you every time you let me fuck you"

"Oh Lando..yess, please"

"Everyone will know that I'm the one who put a baby in you. That I fucked you so good, filled you up so deep, yeah? Shit, baby.." His hands were desperately clutching at your hair while he was slamming hard into your hole. The slapping of your skin against his echoing through the kitchen.

"Yes, you fuck me so good Lando. Keep going, I'm so close." A couple more thrusts later, his hot breath against your skin and soon you were reaching your highs panting out his name.

"Fuck baby, look how much you came" His eyebrows furrowed and lips parted groaning when he saw that you left white ring around his cock taking him again and again. "Gonna play with your pussy every day. Shit, I'm gonna cum, oh shit" The sight drove him crazy, you could feel him pulsating before he spilled his cum inside you pushing his cock as deep as it went.

"You did so good, so so good." His arms pulled you to him trapping you in a tight embrace as he left small kisses on your cheek and your shoulder.

You wince as you feel him pull out of you, your juices dripping down your thighs making him curse under his breath. Unable to resist the urge, his hand slips down to your thighs collecting the dripping cum with his fingers and rubbing it all over your pussy again.

"My beautiful, most beautiful pregnant girl."

[partiallysame]

Okay okay, I LOVEE your writing. & I was wondering if you could work your magic for a little idea I had. Hear me out fem nanny x John price .

Price divorced dad of an infant hires a nanny to watch over sweet little baby thing while he's overseas but comes home early in the middle of the night without notice, ☀️ nanny hears footsteps in the house and in a frantic rush grabs a weapon and hides the baby & herself 😭 idk why I need this but I need to know how John reacts

I hope you like it!!!

John Price x Nanny!reader

The last thing Captain John Price ever expected was a week old infant being dropped in his hands from a one night stand but here he was. The only thing that got him through it was you, his new nanny. You came highly recommended from a few different higher ups who had hired you to help their wives while they were away for long periods of time. Years of experience and too many references to count, John didn’t think twice about hiring you, especially after he saw how good you were with his tiny newborn daughter. He was scared to even touch the poor thing but you walked him through step by step how to care for his daughter. He had turned down a few different missions but this one he wasn’t allowed to say no to. Leaving his 6 week old daughter for two months was not what he wanted to do but he trusted you, and was overjoyed when he was able to return home a week early.

The first sign that panicked you was the neighbor’s dogs barking. You’ve been living in this house for almost 4 months now and have never once heard them bark. Then the security lights in the front of the house lit up and you could hear the doorknob rattling. Fuck. You could feel the pit in your stomach growing, something’s wrong. Reaching under the bed to pull out a hunting knife you had found one day putting away laundry. You really shouldn’t have been surprised when you kept finding hidden weapons in a military captain’s house. Knife in hand you made your way to the room next to you, to grab the baby. The creak of the front door opening sent you into full fight or flight. Hearing the heavy steps at the bottom of the stairs, you quickly grabbed the sleeping infant. “We’re gonna play a lil game of hide and seek ok?” you quietly whispered to her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as you peaked out her bedroom door to make sure the hallway was clear before making your way to the large closet in the master bedroom. The only closet with a lock on it. You could hear the footsteps get closer, your heartrate picking up as you locked the two of you in the closet. Holding the sweet baby tight to your chest.  

Now John began to panic when he went to check on his daughter and she wasn’t there. His feet started moving faster to find your room empty too, a glass of water spilled on the floor, one you hadn’t even realized you had knocked over in your rush out of the room. But what really sent him into a frenzy was the small stuffed bear on the floor in the hallway. The one his baby girl never let go of and would not sleep without. The Captain pulled his gun out and began clearing rooms looking for you two.

As you heard doors begin slamming and the noises of the intruder growing louder you placed the sleeping infant behind a few boxes, out of sight, before standing in front of her and facing the door. The doorknob twisted a few times, the intruder trying to get in, one hand covered your mouth to keep from screaming while the other had a white knuckle grip on the large knife. Suddenly the door flew open, Price kicking it down. You twisted the knife around in your hand, bringing both hands up ready to fight for yours and the child’s life. All you could see was the silhouette of a large man with a gun. The light on in the room behind him, keeping his face dark and identity hidden. Price began to lower his gun, seeing it was you and you started to lunge towards him, knife swinging. He easily dodged and removed the knife from your hands.

“Hey hey y/n. It's me. It's John. You're safe.” You almost didn’t hear him from how hard you had been breathing. His hand went to turn the light in the closet on so he was visible to you. He stood there watching you for a moment, chest heaving and hands still in fists as the adrenaline started to wear off.

“What the fuck John?” He didn’t answer.

“Where’s my daughter?” 

“She’s safe” You stepped to the side and moved the boxes you had hidden her behind. John watched you amazed as you revealed his still sleeping daughter all wrapped up in a blanket, safe and sound. Reaching down to hold his tiny girl in his big hands he couldn’t help but look at you. Your hands shaking, eyes full of fear starting to return to normal. He knew he trusted you with his daughter but now? He’d never let anyone else near her. You were ready to fight a fucking home invader and honestly if it wasn’t him who opened the door, he was pretty sure you would have been successful with the knife in your hand. He’s looking at you, standing in your pajamas, hair messy from sleeping and he’s thinking he doesn’t ever want to be without you.