#jonathan brandis x reader

[stephstars08]

Is it strange that I want to write for actors who are no longer with us anymore??? I would love to write for Jonathan Brandis and maybe River Phoenix but don’t know if any of you are interested in that…..😬😬😬😬😬😬😬

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can I just have a small bit of headcanons or a Drabble on your pick of multi Gotham boys and their hands? Like I dunno if this is weird or not but kinda like just a dive down on what their hands feel like, who’s are soft and who’s are rough, who has vein hands, who has calloused hands. Just that kind of stuff please?🙏🤭🥺 (reason being of a specific hand edit I saw on tiktok 💀, also don’t feel obligated to do this if you don’t wanna. I completely understand.)

'FLESH, [hand! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Jonathan Crane

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; gotham villains and how they use their hands on reader ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Not pure porn but smut. Suggestive. Might be the most vanilla thing i've written? but I love this request so much and I AM A SLUT for these men. Canon typical violence for Victor, Oswald getting a little rough ;)

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

�� “This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

I know what you're thinking.

Oswald's hands? Out of every Gotham man I could've chosen???

YES. YES OSWALD'S HANDS. Have you seen this mans HANDS? Whether they are on a knife, or in those red gloves, or if he's leaning forward on them? All predatory like...

Not to mention...the VEINS. In almost every scene I've seen of this man? His hands are VEINY. Skinny bird man is not living up to that penguin stereotype, especially not in the earlier seasons.

God- just the way he stirs the wine glass or glass of brandy. Yeah. He's thinking and wishing it was your thighs he was holding, staring into the golden swirls.

The man has some issues with being nervous during sex, but when he lets loose he lets LOOSE. And he becomes feral, desperate, grinding and PAWING for every part of you he can kiss and hold and worship.

C'mon. We see the way he grips that cane of his. The way he holds the custom made knife. The way he gets his knuckles all bloody from hitting Fish or doing his own dirty work in season 1.

Also...going back to those red gloves of his. Could you imagine? Him making you grind yourself into the palm of his hand, watching you, mesmerized at the feeling of skin on leather.

He just wants to watch you writhe from pleasure. His little true love all needy for him and his hands. Gah.

He's so flustered, by the way, if you tell him you like his hands. He's sputtering, and asking why, but that little cheeky (and villainous mastermind) part of him is making a note to use them even more.

"You-," He says with a bit of an unbelieving smile, brows furrowed, voice wavering before his face turns to a look of complete shock, "You want me to what?"

Don't get him wrong, he's listening intently to your wishes, he just looks like he's seen a ghost at your vulgarity. He's not used to being wanted.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You can dominate the game 'cause I'm tough / This spark of black that I seem to love.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

This man might have the most iconic hands out of EVERYONE on this list.

I mean, c'mon now. When you think of leather-clad knuckle-less gloves, who do you think of?

The man, the myth, the legend himself. Victor Zsasz has the hands of a working man and he likes to use them.

These are the same hands he carries his guns in, the same trigger finger that will pump inside you while you mewl around him.

In all seriousness, though, he LOVES his hands too. They are his favorite part of his body. Without his hands, what would he be able to do? He's skilled with them. Pleasuring you with them is no different.

They are slightly calloused from the sharp edges of the guns he holds, but he's learned to use his gloves to protect them. Regardless, the old scars and marks from when he was just a boy playing with a tec-9 still remain.

Also, he canonically wears rings when we first see him in the show. Yeah, he's using that to his advantage.

You'll feel the cold metal as he drags a finger along your spine, watching you shiver. He'll do that lazy side-smirk, breathing heavily as he watches you arch up into him just from a touch.

Don't tell him you love his hands. Please, for the sake of the zsaszettes having to suffer a total EGO trip. He's taking it in stride.

But if you do happen to mention it...he's bragging about it.

Every time he gets complimented on a nice shot, he's bring you up.

I can imagine him holding someone hostage, whether its Jim or someone else. He notices them staring at the gun in his hand, full of fear, and he'll look flattered.

"Oh? Are you staring at my hands? Sorry, I'm taken." He's mentioning, off-hand, to the rando he's kidnapped. It doesn't matter if the hostage is a full on 50 year old man. "My girlfriend says she loves my hands. Y'know, life's work, and all that."

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “This is not the way into my heart, into my head. / Into my brain, into none of the above.” Flesh by Simon Curtis

Okay, maybe i’m just a monster fucker, but HEAR ME OUT!!

Uncut nails behind those talons of his on his costume. On or off.

Sometimes, he’ll be fully clothed, drawing scratch-marks into your skin, lowly humming in pleasure. That little spark of fear in your eyes when he draaaaaags down just right makes him go crazy.

He can’t help it. You’re his armeggedon, his muse, his savior all in one. The remedy to his madness…and you get all worked up from just a touch. It strokes his ego, like Victor, but he’s quieter about it.

Dirt beneath his fingernails, callouses and blisters from working with those damned poisons. He’s suffered a chemical burn or two, and you’ll see the small circle scars on his knuckles.

You’re like his personal test subject. He likes to study you- watch your expressions when he glides his nails down your skin, almost touching you- but not quite.

Surprisingly a tease when he finds out. He’s nonchalant. He won’t let you see the sheer arousal simmering beneath the surface.

But boy, it’s there. His heavy breathing. It affects him just as much as it effects you. The chill down your back, the shivers left in his wake. He takes his time edging playing with you.

You might need to ask him to cut them lowkey because they can be kinda painful when he’s fingering you. Or…if you’re into that little sting of pain while his tongue massages your clit through his mask.

He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s filthy.

“There you go, little mouse. You like it, don’t you?” He pauses, in thought, while you grind for friction like a cat in heat against his finger tips. “I wonder…where I should sink my claws into you next?”

That damned deep voice of his…the subtle curl of his fingers inside you. Before you know it, he’s pumping in and out, trying to elicit the most vulgar reactions from you. He can’t help it. For a man who prides himself on control…he looses it all when he’s with you.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Too Much Alcohol (Scarecrow x Reader)

Showing up to a meeting place for a business deal without the Riddler wasn't ideal. Showing up to a meeting without the Riddler when the meeting is with the Scarecrow was a whole other issue.

"I would get comfortable, Edward is hardly ever on time. Only when he thinks it important enough." Jonathan sighed. "Come and have a drink with me." He beckoned you with his finger. You hesitated. "Why?" You asked suspiciously. "Well, because Edward won't be here for a while and you're going to pace a track into the floor doing absolutely nothing." He lifted the bottle on the table. "The brandy will take the edge off." He smiled wryly. It was a fair argument.

Reluctantly you moved towards the couch, sitting on the edge of it, leaning against the side. "You said brandy?" You asked after Jonathan, slid another glass towards you and filled it as well as refilling his own. "Yes and there is red wine over there." He nodded to the pool table. "Why alcohol for a meeting?" You asked. "Do I need a reason?" He countered. You grimaced, once again backed into a corner socially. "I suppose not. You're the Master of Fear and one of the most notorious criminals in Gotham, I guess you don't need a reason to do anything." You uttered quickly. "That's what I thought." Jonathan looked at his glass before taking a sip. He noticed how you were on the brink of falling. "(Y/N), you can scoot over." Jonathan said flatly. "I'm good." You replied quickly. "I'm not going to gas you again." Jonathan said. How could you forget the time Jonathan gassed you and a few other henchmen for the fun of it? "Are you sure?" You asked. "Yes." He replied. You paused. "Clearly you don't know what the Riddler had me put in your hideout." You mumbled. "What was that?" He asked. "Nothing!" You spoke with wide eyes.

You hesitantly met his piercing gaze. Jonathan seemed almost amused by your squirming. Silently he slapped the space beside him, silently inviting you closer. As much as you were uneasy to think what he'd do if you did move, you were just as wary of what he'd do if you refused him twice. You inched closer and Jonathan's arms shot out, grabbing you and pulling you onto the couch properly and sitting beside him, thighs almost touching. He scoffed with a chuckle as he shook his head. You stared at the two glasses. "You gonna drink that?" You nodded to his glass. "Or that?" You nodded to your own. "It...seems kinda planned that you just conveniently have two glass-" "What are you trying to say, (Y/N)?" Jonathan smirked. "I don't know what I'm trying to say, sir. I'm just saying everything I think and I can't help make myself stop." You replied quickly. "Do I make you that nervous?" He asked lightly with a small grin. "I don't think I should answer that." You pressed your lips into a tight line.

You went back to staring at your glass. Your fingers twitched as though about to take it and changing your mind. Jonathan exhaled, putting an arm around your shoulders. "You watched me pour it. You know I haven't done anything to it. It's just anxiety holding you back. I've already told you I'm not going to do anything and you know I wouldn't bother lying to you if I was planning it. Now drink it." He said lowly. "Is that an order sir?" You asked. "It might be." He replied. You took a deep breath before taking the glass and bringing it to your lips. The second the liquid was in your mouth you scrunched your face up using everything in your power to swallow. "That burns!" "You don't drink much do you?" Jonathan sounded amused but looked completely unphased. You shook your head.

Once you had collected yourself, you were back to the stare down with your glass. "So do you want me to drink...all of it? Or can I watch you drink yours and then you drink mine too?" You asked. "Actually I think I'd like to see you finish yours." A mischevious twinkle hit Jonathan's eyes. You sighed. "I really don't like it." You grimaced. "Does it look like I care?" Jonathan countered. "That's a trick question. You don't really emote like a regular human. You just kind of have a...blank expression at all times." Jonathan didn't reply, instead bringing the class and tilting his head back until the glass was empty in one. He brought the glass back down to the table, licking his lips.You raised your glass and offered it to him. "Thirsty?" You asked. "Nice try." He smirked quietly. "Why do you hate me?" You grimaced. "I don't." He replied flatly. "I'm pretty sure you do." You countered.

Once you finished that first glass, Jonathan offered you the wine. Surprisingly the wine was even easier to drink than you remembered. Although when you went through it all, it would be no surprise to anyone that Jonathan was no lightweight. You on the other hand...most definitely were.

Almost two hours passed and you had somehow ended up lying across Scarecrow's lap, rambling about absolutely anything and nothing worthwhile. Yet he appeared to either tune you out or be content regardless as his long fingers traced the skin on your forehead and around your jaw. "(Y/N), you're a little bit of an idiot. Has anyone ever told you that?" He asked lightly. "An idiot who's gonna take down, Batman!" You added and kicked your leg upwards. "I'm sure." He didn't sound convinced and more like he was trying to appease a child. You began to slowly roll off his lap and he quickly pulled you back into him. "Where are you going?" "To take down Batman, silly!" You declared. "Not right now!" He sighed. "Yes now, why not now?" You asked. As you struggled against him you ended up leaning on him, your back on his chest and he held you to him. With one hand he began to play with your hair, making you relax. "Oh, that's nice." You mumbled, relaxing against him and he smiled in amusement. "Anyway, as I was saying..." You began. "(Y/N)..." "The Riddler's last name is so we-" "(Y/N)..." Jonathan said louder. "...shut up-" his voice lowered when he had your attention. "-and kiss me." You looked up at him with a look of confusion. "That's a really weird expression." You said. "It's not an expression." He shook his head with a smile. "What? You really want me to-mmph!" Jonathan broke the space between you, connecting you both in a long kiss. When he pulled back, you blinked a couple of times. You nodded, as though accepting your fate. "Yeah, okay. Does this mean you love me? Like I get to say I made the Master of Fear fall for me and want me to marry him and have babies and all that?" Jonathan quirked an eyebrow in response. "Don't make me take this back, (Y/N)." He said flatly. "Okay." Your shoulders sank. "This can be an abusive relationship between us." He warned you. "It already is, sir. You gassed me for fun." You pouted. He rolled his eyes. "Can I ask you a question before this goes further?" You asked. He hummed, surprised but waited for you to continue. "What's your diagnosis? Like you're super smart and I bet its super awkward to be diagnosed by colleagues. The Riddler tells us all the time about how Arkham misdiagnosed him." "I don't think you'd like my diagnosis very much." He smirked faintly. "I just wonder because you're both super smart but nothing alike...so what did they diagnose you with?" "Sociopathy." Jonathan's smirk grew as your eyes widened.

You did not remember falling asleep yet you woke up on the floor. You groaned. "Oh my head." You noticed the couch beside you and saw an old worn decorative cushion. You tugged it down and cuddled into it. Your groan made Jonathan stir. He turned his head to see your back and smiled slightly. His fingers reached out as he shuffled closer. That was when he saw it. You were clutching a cushion tightly to your face. He pieced together what had happened and blanched. Did you seriously look for something to cuddle when he's right there!? Maybe it was the alcohol plaguing his mind even now but he couldn't deny it to himself. Jonathan, in that exact moment, was jealous of a cushion. He did not get this lucky just to be trumped by a cushion. "(Y/N)..." Jonathan sat up. You mumbled incoherently. "(Y/N)!" He snapped and you shook yourself awake in a panic. Your arm swung and he caught it before you could hit his ear. Your eyes were wide in horror, prepared to meet your doom when- "What are you sleeping with?" He asked blankly. Unexpected question. "Nothing." You murmured. "Clearly not nothing!" He ripped the pillow out of your grasp. "No! Jonathan!" You whined pathetically as he tossed it away. "You have me right here!Why do you need a cushion!?" Jonathan huffed before moving to lay back down. "Because it's nice." You whined again. He paused, leaning on his elbows as he stared into your soul. "Am I not nice?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow sternly. You shook your head. "No...you're actually quite mean." You assured him. "Can't one of us be happy?" "I can be happy." Jonathan fired back, defensive in tone. You shook your head again. "No...no." You didn't even look remotely convinced and didn't even bother trying to pretend. "I'm right here! Why would you need a pillow!?" He huffed. "You think I don't know what you could do to me if I even lean the wrong way?" You countered. "We're together." Jonathan deadpanned. "No, we're not." You replied. "Think back to last night." You did and that's when the memory hit you like a train.

The drinking, the kissing!? Why was there kissing!? You recalled later that night literally calling him your boyfriend and- "Oh no!" You exclaimed, disrupting any and all thoughts either of you could have. You stared Jonathan down in horror. "Riddler!" You screeched before moving to roll away. Jonathan pulled you back to him with an amused smirk and a shake of his head. "The Riddler's going to kill me." You whined, almost coming across as a tear less sob. Meanwhile Jonathan wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "He's gonna kill you and then he's gonna kill me!" "Pull yourself together, (Y/N)." Jonathan sighed. "No, you don't understand. The Riddler is really possessive of his employees which includes associating with outsiders-" "He's not the only one." Jonathan said calmly, his eyes running up and down your body. Suddenly he smiled widely. "We should speak to him now." He pulled back and got up. You panicked. "Um, can we not?" Jonathan left little room for complaint as, with or without you, he walked off to find Edward. "J-Jon-Jon-Jona-Jonathan?" He didn't answer you, leaving you very frightened for the near future.

[delirussammie]

I'll be there for you always *Jey Uso X Reader*

Reader's P.o.V

It was Monday night Raw and I was extremely nervous for Joshua. Last week he had been in a match with Damien Priest. He had the pin for the win only for it to be interrupted by his brother Jonathan.(Jimmy Uso)

I heard the small sliding door of the bathroom open and I look that way to see Joshua. All dressed in his Jey Uso personna. "Alright Baby girl, how do I look?" he asked stretching his arms out.

"I'm drooling for you." I say with a smile and he laughed as he pulled me to my feet.

"You are a pain Sweetcakes." he remarked leaning in and nipping my nose with a kiss. I giggled as he than captured my lips with his own. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him and he groaned at the contact.

I knew he wanted to just give me what I was wanting but I knew how important this match was. "We'll have plenty of time after. Go win my warrior."

"I'm going to ravish you after I promise Baby." he says kissing my cheek and leaving the bus for the arena. After 10 minutes I left the bus to watch the match inside the building and smiled when I ran across Cody.

"Yo Cody!" I greeted placing my pass around my neck.

"Hey Sam, what's going on? You and Jey good?" he asked coming up to me and giving me a hug. I told him we were as Brandi walked up to stand beside Cody with little Liberty in her arms. I gave them each a smile and greeting.

"If you want to watch Jey's match you can at the gorilla." Brandi says as Cody took Liberty from her. Brandi and I talked as we walked towards the gorilla after a while, she had to go but not before swapping numbers.

As I watched Josh's match from the gorilla I was nervous for him, but at the same time excited. He looked so exhausted but so determined. His match against Damien priest was brutal and I watched in eagerness as Josh pinned Damien and won.

I waited eagerly for him to come backstage ignoring the looks of Rhea and Damien who walked past me. As soon as I saw Josh I went to him and flung my arms around him. He caught me by wrapping an arm around my waist and chuckling as I kissed his shoulder.

The arm that was around my waist tightened as he lifted my chin so I was looking up at him and leaned down and placed a kiss to my lips. He didn't care that people had seen or the wolf whistle that was coming from his twin.

I blush as I buried my face into Josh's sweat covered chest as Josh groaned. It didn't matter though as Josh and Jonathan talked my phone vibrated from my back pocket and I pulled myself away from Josh's arm and checked it.

I smiled at the selfie of Josh and I on my lock screen. I saw that the text was from Mom and I sighed as I placed my phone back into my back pocket. "Alright Sis who was it?" Jonathan asked beating Josh to the punch. I told them it was only my Mom and that I'd text her later.

~Sometime later ~

Walking back onto Josh's bus did he turn to me with a questionable look and I told him what the text was about and how I hadn't talked to Mom in years. As I'm talking I walked into the small space that had been our bedroom for the past few days and plopped down onto the bed.

"Baby I'm sorry. " Came his voice as I felt a dip in the mattress. He needed to shower but he wasn't going to until he knew I was in better spirits.

"It don't matter Josh. go shower." I mumble grabbing his pillow from the head of the bed.

He sighed as he motioned me to sit up which I did. "It does matter. You're my family Baby I love you. I hate seeing you upset. I'll always be there for you no matter the time or situation." he said nipping my nose with kiss once more.

"I love you Josh. You're all the family I need. But please go shower you'll feel better afterwards!" I said shooing him away with a laugh. I got one in return and didn't lay back down until I heard him turn the water on.

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A/n: Here you guys go! Enjoy!

I'm sorry if he and any one I had wrote seemed OOC I'll do better next time. :)

[caramelizedn]

kiss me.

matthew (ladybugs 1992) x reader (y/n) and matthew have some alone time. [matthew and (y/n) are dating]

   giggles left your mouth as your boyfriend left soft kisses against your neck.    “that tickles, matt.” you grinned, massaging his scalp with one hand.    “i just can’t resist you, sweetheart.” he lightly laughed, looking up at you. and god, those gorgeous blue eyes. you practically melted at the sight.    you were both cuddling on the couch. he had you tucked into his side, whilst burying his head into the side of your neck. you let out a sigh, grabbing your significant other’s face. you lifted his face to look at him in the eyes. you could see he was little surprised.     “what’s wrong?” he frowned.    “you’re kissing the wrong spot.” you jokingly scowled,    “but i thought you loved it when i kissed ther—“ matthew was interrupted by your lips pressing against his.     “i want you to kiss here.” you smiled gently. he looked at you, starstruck, a lazy smile creeping its way onto his face.     “whatever you say, sweetheart.” matthew went in for another kiss—a sugary sweet kiss. butterflies erupted in your stomach and suddenly it was a little harder to look into your boyfriend’s eyes. matthew snickered at your flushed state.     “like that?” he said before pressing another kiss to your cheek. 

   “yeah, like that.”

[luvrlou]

Happy Couple

Pairing: Lucas Wolenczak x GN!reader

Warnings: Very Fluffy, incredibly short

Summary: On Captain Bridger’s tour of the SeaQuest he meets Y/N and Lucas, the only teenagers, and the only ones who can sustain a healthy relationship.

A/N: Have I started watching Seaquest again and remembered how much I love Lucas? Yes. Yes I have. Also I don’t know who the guy who gave Nathan the tour was called so I’ve decided to just not mention him that much.

“What are you up to?” You asked Lucas - your boyfriend - who was currently looking over Darwin’s speaking system.

“Nothing much,” he replied, looking up at you. He pulled you down beside him and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I’ve missed you though.”

“I know It’s easy to miss this face,” you joked, causing Lucas to give a childish pout. “Aw I’m kidding! I missed you too,” you chuckled before pecking his lips. He leaned closer into you and buried his head deep into your neck, he sighed in content as you lightly ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair.

“- Oh and that is Lucas and Y/N over there, our happy couple of SeaQuest.” A voice alerted both you and Lucas, you looked to see where the voice was coming from and was greeted by a familiar and unfamiliar face.

“Lucas do you know that guy?” You ask him, he lifts his head and shakes it. He let out a small yawn before burying his head in your neck once more, “so no snide remark?”

“Nope,” he responds before leaving a soft kiss on the crook of your neck, causing you to giggle. You look over at the unfamiliar guy who was now leaning over Darwin’s pool. All of a sudden Darwin’s voice fills the speakers.

That caused Lucas to lift his head, “did Darwin just talk?” The unfamiliar guy asked.

Lucas then spoke up, “yeah, the system can identify his noises and convert them into speech. Wait, weren’t you working on a system like this but then decided on hand signals?”

“Well they worked, didn’t they.” The unfamiliar guy replied. “So can he understand me? He questioned, intrigued by the system.

“Ask him yourself,” Lucas replied, with that he stood up and handed the unfamiliar man a phone-like device. Grabbing your hand and pulling you up beside him afterwards.

“Darwin can you hear me?” He asked, receiving a response from Darwin. He asked a few more questions, ending with what his favourite colour of swimsuit is.

“He’s right, I swim in no swimsuit!” He exclaimed.

“Thanks for putting that image in my head,” you mumbled, received a stifled laugh from Lucas.

“Anyway, me and Y/N should be headed off, or should I say,” Lucas said before doing some hand movements. You giggled at his silly antics and pulled him away.

“You’re such a dork!” You laughed as you reached his bedroom.

“Well I’m your dork,” he replied tilting his head with a cute smile.

You chuckled at his expression, “I don’t know about that,” you then lightly kissed his soft lips. God did you love this boy.

[fizzyxcustard]

The Right Thing

Masterlist of all fanfics/headcanons/prompts here

Fandom: seaQuest 2032

Pairings: Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, insecurity, age difference (but legal), language (mild)

Word count: 6505 (a longer one)

Summary: You are a Lieutenant aboard the seaQuest DSV vessel, under Captain Oliver Hudson. You have been aboard for two years and in that time have grown very close to Lucas Wolenczak. But not only are you of higher rank, you are ten years his senior (he’s 20). As your feelings deepen and Lucas opens up to you about how he feels, your anxiety rises. Will everyone be judgemental of you for loving a younger man? Others aboard the boat, and shore leave, help you to see how right you and Lucas are for each other.

Comments: If you have any questions regarding this fic and the fandom, by all means message me. I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback. I will probably try and make graphics for my fics in future if people are interested in reading more of this as I have a full length fic in the works and a prequel one-shot as well. If you would like to be added to my tag list for anything seaQuest related, please leave me a message or comment. The above image shows Captain Oliver Hudson (left) and Ensign Lucas Wolenczak (right) from the show. 

Never before had you felt this awkward, torn and utterly disgusted with yourself. Whenever you sat beside Lucas on the bridge, you could feel his stare now and again as he turned his mesmerising blue eyes from the helm monitor. True, you had always had a very deep friendship with Lucas, who was now an Ensign and seemed to be on duty with you more than any other officer, but the tension was becoming too much. He was two months past twenty and you were the wrong side of thirty. However, most people assumed you to be younger than Lonnie, at twenty-one, but no, the years were against you. In fact, you were the same age as Tim O’Neill.

That day was rather uneventful. Your shift passed by without incident. You laughed with Lucas, Jim Brody and Lonnie in the mess hall. But again, you could sense Lucas’ eyes on you.

Captain Hudson was at a UEO summit meeting, leaving Commander Ford in charge. It was always more laid back and chilled when Jonathan Ford took the helm. No complaints, no shouting, no frustration. Ford had been on seaQuest now since her first tour, along with Lucas and Tim. The rest of the crew, including you, came later. All of you missed Captain Bridger, who had been more than just a Captain, but a friend and a fatherly figure.

“Have you got any plans for shore leave?” Lucas asked you suddenly.

You swallowed hard and turned to face him, pulling your headset from off your head. “Not at the moment, no,” you replied. “You?”

This was all your conversations had become now. Idle chit chat. Whereas when Captain Bridger was still your skipper, you and Lucas would spend time together, laughing at stupid movies, listening to music, taunting Tony Piccolo and simply basking in the things of youth.

Lucas knew there was something very wrong between you both; he could sense it. He didn’t have to be like Wendy Smith, psychic; he could see the cold shoulder that you gave him often. He watched you concentrate on your monitor, staring through the glasses that you always wore when on any computer or when writing. The atmosphere had changed aboard the boat when Captain Bridger left, but surely that wasn’t enough to make you grow cold.

When it was time for shift change, you walked off the bridge with Lucas. Both of you strolled slowly, side by side. “Hey, ummm,” Lucas began, stopping in the corridor. “Can we talk?”

“What about?” you asked.

Lucas sighed at the cold, abrupt edge to your tone. “Us….”

“What do you mean us?”

“No…no. It sounded weird, I know. I’m sorry,” Lucas said, silently grilling himself for sounding stupid. “Things just seem weird. We don’t spend time together like we used to, and I guess I…”

“We’ll talk later. In private,” you told him. Officers were speeding past you, starting and ending the shift rotation. It was too open for such a chat. There was a lot that needed to be said. “I’ll come to your quarters about seven. How’s that?”

“Perfect,” Lucas replied with a smile.

As you parted ways, you felt breath catch in your throat. Your hands shook and tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You felt something for Lucas and you despised yourself, at just over ten years his senior. You were ashamed of it.

It wasn’t until you ventured from your quarters and down the corridors to Lucas’ shared quarters that you realised just how deep his feelings for you ran. You could distinctly hear his voice as you stopped outside the door, which was slightly ajar. The other person, you assumed, was Tony Piccolo.

“You need to tell her, Lucas,” the second voice came. Sure enough, it was Tony.

You waited outside the door, listening.

“I can’t stop thinking about her, Tony.”

“You’ve said that before with girls.”

“This is different. I barely knew Juliana and Sandra. I’ve spent months with her, and when I am with her, it’s like she’s my age. And she cares. I mean truly cares. Probably because she’s just as alone as I am. But lately she’s grown cold towards me. She won’t speak to me sometimes for almost an entire day. There’s no laughing anymore.”

“It’s pretty hard to laugh around here with Hudson in charge,” Tony replied.

You straightened your back and swallowed hard, bracing yourself and tapped on the door.

A few seconds later and Tony appeared. “I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t mind me,” he said, grinning at you. “Go easy on him.” Tony winked at you. All you could do was grimace and then descend the steps down into the main sleeping area which Lucas and Tony shared.

Lucas looked at you, dressed in jeans, Converse and blouse. How could you be the age you were? You looked twenty-two at most. Everything about you enthralled him; your small and discreet tattoos scattered about your body, your quirky sense of humour, the way you cared for everyone and put them before yourself, the odd looking ornaments you kept on your desk and your taste in rock music. Jim Brody had teased many times how your attitude would be suited with Tony Piccolo. But you needed people who were steady and mature.

Things were silent for a short while as you both stood a couple of feet apart, your hands shoved in pockets. Then you broke the silence and looked at Lucas. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. It’s just…Maybe I’m being arrogant, I don’t know. But I sense that you like me…”

“And does that bother you?” Lucas asked, his hands growing more and more sweaty.

“I’m a lot older than you, Lucas,” you reminded him. “You’ve only just become an adult, and I know you forget my age when we spend time together. I’m still young in my appearance and ways. Maybe I haven’t grown up myself yet.”

“I think you’re amazing,” Lucas said softly. “Why does age have to be an issue? We’re good together; I know that you know that.”

His words made something pour in your stomach and you closed your eyes, trying to shake the feelings away. “Lucas, no. Stop it, please,” you whispered.

“You have feelings for me, too. I know you do. I can see it,” he said, approaching you.

You felt his arm wind around your waist, edging you closer towards him.

“Stop it!” you cried out, pushing him away. “No means no!”

You left his quarters only moments later, leaving Lucas behind to slam his hands down onto his desk. Leaving seaQuest was the only way this would end. Lucas would move on and meet a girl his own age. And you would transfer to another boat, hopefully to ace your officer exams and get promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

That evening was long as you drowned in your own thoughts. How could Lucas be what you needed? Would he be prepared to look towards marriage and children within the next two to five years? You would be rushing him, forcing him to put aside all the years of adventure and experience to build a family. Because that was what you wanted. If you met the right man, then you would gladly take time away from your career. And Lucas seemed to think that man was him.

Around nine, a knock came to your door. Your heart leapt and you gasped, expecting it to be Lucas. But it was Tony. You knew why he was here; it didn’t take a lot for anyone to put two and two together to see the reason for his visit.

You let Tony in and sat back down in your seat. “I know why you’ve come to see me, Tony. Lucas doesn’t see the shame I feel every time I look at him.”

“I wanted to see how you’re doing, too. I know Lucas isn’t always the easiest person to say no to. In that way, he’s still a kid.”

You sighed. “We’re both still kids in a lot of ways. I’m going to put in a request for transfer. It’s the only way to solve this.”

“But you can’t,” Tony exclaimed. “Everyone loves you, you know that. It wouldn’t be the same without you. You bring a bit of life to this place.”

Tony’s words brought a smile to your face. “Thanks. This place feels more like a family than I’ve ever had anywhere else outside of my actual family.”

“Look, if you two really do like each other then nothing should stop you. Some people might think the age gap is weird, but who cares? You’re both single adults.”

You sighed again and reached for your mug of coffee which had started growing cold. “I want to think about marriage and settling down. Does Lucas want that? It’s something that needs to be thought about. I can’t be responsible for slowing him down. He’s still young.”

“And so are you. Man, you’re talkin’ as though you’re fifty. Come on!” Tony said.

You barely slept that night, constantly tossing and turning, thinking of Lucas, whom you doubted was asleep either. The air was warm and stale, and your heart raced, reminding you of the anxiety which you kept hidden. Being a Lieutenant in the Navy meant that you had been aboard vessels under attack, had nearly drowned and been shot in the leg. But it was your indecision and shame that caused you to panic uncontrollably.

Tears poured down your cheeks as you flung your legs out from the covers. You flicked on the table lamp and staggered sleepily to your chair. Writing always calmed you. In a world of discipline, uncertainty and instability, you felt so alone. Friendships were strong between you and the main crew, but you had become the glue holding them together. You listened often to Lonnie deny her budding feelings for Jonathan Ford; Tony Piccolo opened his heart to you about his unconventional family; Lucas relied on you for stability and companionship. Now was the time that you needed someone.

After finishing your journal entry, you ventured out into the corridors, finding the gentle hum of seaQuest to be soothing. In the mess hall, you poured yourself a mug of coffee from the vending machine and took a seat in the back corner of the room.

“I thought I was the only one who had insomnia,” a voice came.

“What? Oh, sorry,” you apologised, raising your head out of your hands to see Jim Brody.

“You okay?” Brody asked, approaching you. He was dressed in his uniform, obviously in the middle of night shift.

“I’ll survive,” you chuckled wryly.

“You don’t sound very convincing, you know?”

There was a sincerity in Brody’s eyes that you had always been drawn to. He never minced his words or failed in keeping his promises.

You sighed deeply and looked at your untouched coffee. “How do you handle it when you like someone but have your reservations?”

“What kind of reservations?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell another soul? I’m so ashamed.”

Brody began to look puzzled and slightly nervous. “Umm, okay.”

“Lucas admitted that he has feelings for me, and I know I feel something for him. But the age gap terrifies me, Jim. And you know how sulky he can be when you say no to him.”

Brody smiled and then sighed. “I know you two have always been close, but maybe if you’re feeling uncomfortable, it’s something you need to deal with yourself. You’re both adults and it’s down to you both. Don’t try and seek everyone else’s approval.”

“That’s what makes me ashamed: everyone else’s judgement.”

The shame and embarrassment of your admission made you look away and run your shaking hands through your short hair. It made you think back to the day you had your long locks cut off, which was the day before your first tour on seaQuest. It was an almost boyish cut, but there was no mistaking your femininity.”

“It’ll work out, I’m sure. Thanks for listening, Jim,” you said, forcing a smile.

You remained in the mess hall for a short while longer, sipping your coffee. The tall, broad figure of Dagwood drifted past the door as he cleaned. He never noticed you, but you watched him for a couple of seconds; his attention to his duty was unbroken and unwavering.

Sleep finally took you away a couple of hours later. In the dark of your quarters, you began counting. Gradually your heart rate slowed.

Suddenly your alarm was blaring! Pain rested behind your eyes and in your temples. No doubt it would remain with you for the rest of the day.

After a shower, you got dressed into your uniform and headed for the mess hall for breakfast. The bright overhead lights assaulted your eyes, making you wince.

Lucas, Tony and Lonnie were all sat together to the left hand side of the room. You suddenly felt sick, insanely sick. Tony looked at you, his eyes widening. Thankfully Lucas had his back to you. It was impossible for you to avoid him now; once you were up for duty, you couldn’t go back to quarters until the next shift rotation. On an almost mile-long submarine, and you couldn’t hide.

You grabbed fruit and a mug of herbal tea. With a huge sigh, you approached the table where your friends were, a spare seat having been left between Tony and Lucas.

Lucas swallowed hard and shifted in his seat as your perfume wafted up his nose, mixed with the smell of your sweet-scented hand cream.  

“Morning,” you said softly. Your eyes met Lucas’ and you could see the sadness swimming in them.

“You look awful,” Lonnie said. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” you said, forcing another smile. “And it’s caught up with me this morning.”

By now and you could feel your pulse racing, thumping in your head and chest. Your hands were shaking, and you knew the day wouldn’t get any easier. Tony kept watching you as the atmosphere remained tense. Lonnie left a few minutes later, uncomfortable by the silence.

Lucas was looking down most of the time and once Tony had also left, he spoke, but didn’t look at you. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” you admitted, swallowing hard.

Lucas heard the quiver in your voice and finally looked at you. “I’m sorry,” he said simply.

Almost on instinct, you placed your hand on his. “We’ll be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll be okay. Shore leave in two days. We can talk more then.”

That morning seemed to ease some of the tension between Lucas and you. On the bridge, you began to ease back into your laughter. You temporarily forgot your fatigue and the events of the evening previous. Until Lucas held your gaze for a few seconds longer than usual. Normally you looked away, trying to avert his attention elsewhere, but this time you maintained eye contact and smiled.

Tony smirked to himself, recognising that look anywhere.

**

The next two days passed without incident. You felt more at ease now and found yourself making jokes out of mundane things. As it always had, it entertained Tony greatly. The two of you played off each other in the mess hall. A lot of your jokes were at Captain Hudson’s expense. To most people, you outwardly seemed more suited to Tony Piccolo, but those closest to you knew better. The bond you shared with Lucas was unlike any other relationship on the boat. Even though you paled into insignificance when it came to Lucas’ IQ, you could both normally tell what the other was thinking with just one smile.

On the evening before shore leave officially started, Lucas remained in his quarters after shift rotation. There was still a deep pain when he saw you. When you turned your head and smiled, your eyes shining bright, he knew that he would love no other smile. Your attention to detail was unparalleled; that was obvious from the drawings of yours which littered your bedside wall. Your mind didn’t store facts, theories and calculations like Lucas’; it was curious, deep, questioning. You observed deeply. Your genius was in colours, shape, emotion, behaviour. Not cold fact like Lucas.

The Navy had taught you to be disciplined, orderly. No more piles of clothes left at the end of your bed or un-pressed clothing that hoped no one would notice. Why had you even enlisted? Was it your wanderlust? Perhaps. Or maybe it was a way to get away from the ordinary world and embrace your difference.

A sudden knock came to your door, a metallic tap.

“Come in,” you called, placing your copy of The Lord of the Ringsback on your shelf.

Lucas entered, not quite sure why he was even visiting.

“Sorry. I was tidying. You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” he replied.

“You think so?”

Lucas sat down on the edge of your bed and looked up at you as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Please don’t do that. You remind me of my mom,” he chuckled.

Somehow, that comment didn’t amuse you quite as much as it did Lucas. It hit a rather raw nerve that you had hoped you had figured out how to manage.

Lucas got up from his spot and stood before you, being slightly taller. “What?” he asked. You turned your head, shame surging through you again. But just then, the gentlest touch came to your cheek. Lucas’ large blue eyes were full of concern and adoration for you. His hand cupped your face and seconds later, you felt his lips against yours. Soft, unsure, but above all, kind. The kiss of a young man, some ten years your junior, was enough to remind you that there was still kindness in the world, especially amongst the male of the species.

Realisation hit you hard in the stomach and you turned from the kiss. You heard Lucas sigh and stepped back. “Have you thought about this properly? We’re at different stages in our lives. You’re just starting out in your adult years to find out what you’d like…”

Lucas cut you off. “You talk as though I have no idea what I want.”

You looked at him sadly, seeing the frustration in his face. “What experience have you had? Do you know if you want to get married? Have children? These are probably things you haven’t even considered yet. I’ve been forced to push it aside because I’m too different.”

Lucas remained quiet, not quite sure what to say.

“Please think on this more,” you said.

“I have,” he said in desperation, his hands cupping your face again. “I want to be with you, and whatever you want, you can have it.” His voice became a whisper and you kissed again.

You woke a few hours later at just after one in the morning. There was a solid warmth against your back and an arm draped over you. The two of you had fallen asleep after an evening of chatter and cuddles under the blanket.

In all the time that you had known Lucas, which was two years, you had never seen him smile so much as he had done that evening. True, since enlisting in the Navy, Lucas had had to grow up somewhat and that change in him had been amazing, going from a boy to a man. A seriousness had settled in him, overriding the boyishness.

You slid out of bed and positioned the blanket back over Lucas. He rolled over and mumbled in his sleep. Something about this still felt wrong. It made you concerned that everyone would see it as predatory. Everything that felt wrong was pushing you to begin writing up that transfer request. Crew from the infamous seaQuest were always welcomed aboard other UEO vessels. The sub still remained the pinnacle of the fleet, highly sought after by new officers for their first tour. A reserve list with thousands of names on had been written up, and if you left, then you’d open a door to someone more deserving of their placement. Allowing Lucas to get close to you had been an abuse of your authority.

“You’re making a habit of this, ain’t you?” Brody laughed, finding you in the mess hall again at an ungodly hour for the second time that week.

“Maybe I am,” you chuckled. “My sleep routine is shot to shit.”

“Did you get things sorted with Lucas?”

“I don’t know,” you groaned. “It still feels wrong. I’m seriously considering putting in a transfer. But I know that Hudson will only take a valid reason before signing off my request.”

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Brody leaned closer to you across the table.

“I can’t stay, Jim. Things are getting too deep between me and Lucas, and I know that he’s always going to expect something that I can’t give him.”

“I can’t force you to go against what you think is right, but you know we’d all miss you. None of us would want to see you go.”

“I know that, and I thank you so much. You’ve all supported me and I absolutely love working on this boat.”

“Yeah, it is a great place.”

Suddenly, you stopped rigid, eyes wide as Lucas wondered into the room. Brody turned after seeing your expression, and then wished you both a goodnight.

“You okay?” Lucas asked, replacing Brody in the seat opposite you.

“Got a lot on my mind,” you told him.

Lucas reached out and curled his hand around yours. “What’s up? Talk to me.”

Tears filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks. “I can’t do this…I’m sorry…”

“What have I done?” he whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” you sobbed. Your gripped his hand tighter until he came and sat at your side. “You need someone your own age. I’m taking advantage of you with my authority and rank.”

“How are you taking advantage of me?”

“I’m ten years older than you and I’m a Lieutenant.”

“And why should that matter?”

“I…” words were lost.

“We’re both legal age and consenting adults. So does it really matter?” You remained quiet. Then you heard the gentle whisper of your name. “Does it really matter?” he asked again.

“I was considering putting in a transfer,” you said, the words tumbling from your mouth like an avalanche.

“No….no,” Lucas begged, drawing his hand up your face. “Don’t leave me.”

You couldn’t help but kiss his hand and lean into his touch.

“Captain Bridger left. I don’t know if I could handle you leaving, too.” Lucas’ eyes were wide and full to the brim of tears. Everyone in Lucas’ life had left him or cared little, never putting him as their priority.

And you knew then that no matter the outcome of your relationship status, you couldn’t leave. Lucas needed an open ear, heart and mind to express himself to. He’d found that in you.

As everyone prepared their belongings in order to enjoy three days of shore leave, you sat in your quarters with music playing away on your com-link. There was a positive buzz outside your door and foot traffic was loud. It was always the same whenever shore leave was approaching.

A knock came to your door.

Tony appeared. “Mornin’!” he chirped happily. “All ready to go?”

“Yes, I think so,” you replied.

“Lucas told me about your conversation over the transfer. I’m glad you told him you’d thought about it. Are you still considering it?”

You sighed and looked towards Tony. “No, I’ve decided not to leave. Whatever happens, I know my place is here. Lucas has had enough people walk out on him. He needs at least one person to stay.”

“Make sure you’re stayin’ for the right reasons.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay,” you replied with a smile.

“I do. We all do. But you’ve got to want to stay for yourself.”

“Everyone here feels like the friends I never had and the family I lost touch with. Of course I don’t want to leave.”

As everyone began gathering in the corridors to head to the docking bays, you stood between Lucas and Brody, dressed in your shore uniform. As usual, Tony was telling jokes to keep everyone amused.

“Do you ever pause for breath?” you asked, laughing.

“Only when I’m sleepin’, and even then I still talk,” Tony countered.

“He’s right there,” Lucas mumbled.

Shore leave began with all of you checking into a local hotel in downtown just from the seaQuest berth. As usual, the UEO paid for all expenses incurred on shore leave.

Lucas looked on a little suspiciously when you announced that you were next door to Brody and Lonnie, but he was on the floor below. He merely smiled at you, swept a glance to Brody and Lonnie, then disappeared to his own room.

In your room, you placed your bag down on the bed and began inspecting the cleanliness of the place.

You made sure you had a bath before doing anything else. The heat relaxed you and the sweet scent of lavender and jasmine wrapped around you. For a short while and you forgot all the trials in life, all the things that kept you up at night and made you over think. Suddenly, your phone began to chime. With a groan of irritation, you lifted yourself out of the tub, wound a thick towel around yourself and picked up the ringing nuisance from your bed.

“Are you alright? You took a while to answer,” Lucas’ questioning voice came.

“I’m fine. I was taking a bath.”

“Oh, okay. Do you mind if I come and see you?”

“Give me ten minutes to get dressed. I’m in room 712.”

“Okay. Bye.”

He seemed put out somehow. You sensed disappointment in his voice. Did he think you were avoiding him purely because you took time to answer his call? There was definitely a lot that needed to be ironed out between you both.

Lucas came to your room shortly afterwards, holding two paper cups of coffee, probably from the vending machine on his floor.

You thanked him for the coffee and then sat opposite him on your bed. You pulled your leg under yourself and watched him lower his head in that way he always did when he was unsure. “If this is how things are going to be between us now, then I wish they would just go back to how they were,” he said. His voice as pained by the realisation of all the tension he’d placed on your once deep friendship. For a young man who was so intelligent, far beyond that of most people, he held a lot of insecurity and uncertainty. He wore his heart on his sleeve and had never been able to hide his true emotions. There was an honesty and innocence that drew you in. A purity of heart. But also a sadness. If everyone else had abandoned him, how could you be so selfish and do the same thing?

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Lucas was staring blankly into his coffee. “This. All of it.” He then looked up at you. “The last few days have been hell. I haven’t known what to say or do. And even if you don’t feel anything for me, can we just go back to the way things were?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’ve driven a gap between us out of my own fear. Maybe I felt that backing away would help. Being around each other constantly only makes the feelings deepen. I’ve missed you and I do have feelings for you. A lot of them. I was scared of everyone judging me because I’m older and abusing my authority. I have to be careful, Lucas. Especially now that Captain Bridger is gone. He didn’t push Naval code like Hudson does.”

“I know that,” Lucas said, edging in a little closer towards you. That beautiful scent. It made his deeper instinct ride; butterflies were flapping with ferocity in his gut. “You worry too much about what other people think of you.”

“We’re not civilians, Lucas,” you reminded him.

“What would you have done with your life if you never enlisted?”

You took a sip of your coffee and smiled. “As a kid, I always wanted to be a vet, so I’d have worked with animals more than likely.”

“What made you enlist? You’ve never had that typical Navy way about you.”

“I finished university with a useless degree in English and I saw advertisements at a job fayre. I wanted something new and interesting. I almost failed my initial medical though.”

“Why?”

“I was taking medication for panic attacks. I stopped taking it a week before my examination and never declared it. Who wants a Naval officer who’s always anxious?”

“I don’t believe that at all. You’re probably the most chilled of anyone when we have an emergency.”

You chuckled. “I’ve learned to control it. And I find when I’m leading others, I’m more at ease. I can be calm for other people but not myself.”

That evening, a large group of you decided to head for a sit down meal at a local restaurant. Piano music was playing overhead and the lighting was dimmed, adding to a relaxing atmosphere. The waiter, a hook-nosed Italian man in overly tightly trousers, guided you over to a large, round table in the back corner.

You nudged Brody and pointed to the waiter. “It’s a wonder he doesn’t pop a nut.”

Lonnie and Tony immediately smiled, enjoying the fact that your usual self was coming back to the surface.

The whole meal was laid back, fun and light-hearted. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances that were exchanged between Lonnie and Jonathan Ford. Tim O’Neill seemed a little irritated by it, rolling his eyes a couple of times. When you saw Tim be so quiet, it reminded you of Miguel Ortiz, whom you had had a slight crush on when you first came aboard seaQuest. He and Tim had been good friends, and since Miguel’s passing in combat, Tim seemed a little lost at times.

By the time that the meal was over, most of the group had disappeared into the bar. There was only you, Lonnie and Jonathan Ford left at the table, which made you feel like a spare part. You excused yourself and walked out the front door of the restaurant. Chatter and laughter filled the air outside on the veranda. Dozens of people were drinking, eating and enjoying the night time air.

You began to walk, crossing the street and heading onto the empty beach. The chill in the air, the bright, full moon and the sound of crashing waves soothed you. In a hectic world where you were constantly fighting for control, you were now centred. Everything was simple. No worry. No orders. Just the stars, sand and sea.

Lucas looked for you, only to spot you standing on the beach. He could tell you from across the street. Proud shoulders, hands in pockets, bright coloured blouse, bandana in hair. That could only be you.

“You okay?” he asked.

You turned and smiled, then stepped back towards him. You curled your arm through his and put your head on his shoulder. The two of you remained quiet for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. To Lucas’ surprise, you took his hand and held it tight.

Tony and Brody looked on from the front of the restaurant.

“If the age gap is their only concern then they’ve got more going for them than most couples,” Brody said.

“He’s definitely lucky to have her.”

By the time you made it back to the bar in the restaurant, you and Lucas were hand in hand. Tony grinned at you both and then cheered, drawing attention from the rest of the crew who were all sat in a booth together.

Laughter ensued almost immediately as all the men, apart from Lucas, began competing in a drinking game.

“One, two, three,” Tony counted, banging his free hand on the table top. All of the participants of the game tossed shots down their throats, then proceeded to continue on with a further two, downing them as quickly as possibly without vomiting. Tim O’Neill gagged, almost propelling his meal from his gut. Jim Brody fell into a coughing fit. Jonathan Ford blinked hard, pushing vodka-induced tears away. Tony merely laughed, playing a drum beat on the table.

You could sense Lucas’ eyes on you as you sat beside each other. His arm was stretched across the back of the seat behind you. His nerves were finally beginning to settle a little, reminding himself again and again that it was still you. You were the same person he had known now for almost two years and had had a bad crush on the whole time. There were so many times that he had imagined how you would feel under his fingertips, the way your lips would taste against his, the sound of your hitched breath as you kissed with passion. And you did not disappoint. All of his fantasies had fallen short of the beauty of reality.

Around midnight and the men of the group were considerably less sober than when they’d arrived for dinner just over four hours earlier. Tony was now daring Brody to go swimming in the sea naked, which the Lieutenant was actually considering to do. Ford and O’Neill were arm wrestling, leaving you to chat with Lucas and Lonnie. A bottle of expensive red wine was on the table. Lonnie sipped from her glass now and again, encouraging you to have a drink, but you never drank alcohol as it only made your anxiety worse.

“I’m going to retire to bed, I think,” you announced.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucas proposed.

Together, you and Lucas began your short walk back to the hotel. You strolled along comfortably hand in hand. People walked past you, glancing at you for only a brief second before continuing on. No one stared like you thought they would. They were all unawares of the age gap between you both that you always thought was noticeable.

**

You woke the next morning to bright sunlight shining through the open curtains. Lucas was lying with his back to you. You slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Lucas heard the toilet flush and looked up at the ceiling, smiling. Would you regret the night previously? He hoped so much that you wouldn’t.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile, exiting the bathroom in your pyjamas.

“Morning,” Lucas replied, groggy with sleep and happiness.

You slipped back into bed and rolled over to him, kissing his lips. He seemed to gain more confidence the more that you kissed. The tension was seeping out of your actions the more that you acted on your feelings. Fear was losing its grip on you.

Both of you remained in bed for a short while, until you announced that you were getting dressed to head downstairs for breakfast.

“I’m tired,” Lucas groaned.

“Get up, Ensign. That’s an order,” you chuckled.

“Now who’s abusing their authority, Lieutenant?”

“Well if you’re expecting any kind of repeat of last night then you’re going to have to be well-behaved now, aren’t you?”

“You never seemed the type to subject me to blackmail.”

“I’m going to head down,” you said, putting the conversation back on a serious note. “Do you want me to bring you anything back up?”

Lucas just smiled. “I’ll come down with you.”

When you got downstairs, Lonnie and Commander Ford were already sat at a table for two. You and Lucas made yourself comfortable just across from them.

“How’s the head, Commander?” you chuckled.

“Strangely it’s okay. For now. No quick and sudden movements and I should be fine,” he replied with a smile.

You poured yourself a mug of English tea and began to eat your breakfast which had been served.

Tim O’Neill came half staggering into the large dining area and plopped down on a seat next to Lucas. “Remind me to never drink again,” he groaned.

Lucas looked up at you ever now and again, his blue eyes twinkling with something you hadn’t seen before. Contentment maybe? Or perhaps happiness? Whatever it was, you knew he needed both, and you hoped that you had given that to him.

The rest of that day was fairly eventful, with a visit to the local art museum with Lucas, Lonnie and Commander Ford.

Jonathan Ford couldn’t deny that he was shocked by the sudden and dramatic change in yours and Lucas’ relationship dynamic. His Navy instinct told him that something needed to be said, a warning to you both of potential consequences. But the kind side of him won out. Why try and damage that haze of happiness that was suspended around you both? Once Captain Hudson returned to the seaQuest, a relationship was something that you and Lucas would have to either end or keep secret. No way would Hudson advocate romance on his boat.

At the beach during the afternoon, Tony sat beside Lucas whilst you remained with Lonnie, enjoying an ice cream cone.

“So? What happened last night? Brody told me that you stayed in her room,” Tony enquired.

“Yeah, I stayed with her. What happened is none of your business,” Lucas replied.

“Lucas, come on! You gotta tell me. I didn’t arm you with rubber for nothin’!”

Lucas merely smirked. “Lets just say that it was put to good use.”

“Way to go, my boy!” Tony exclaimed.

“Tony, shut up. She’s only over there,” Lucas growled.

“So, I need details. How was it? Was she good?”

“None of your business,” Lucas hissed and moved away. He approached you and Lonnie, and as he looked at you, he knew there was only one word that could have described the night previously: incredible. No way was he about to disrespect you and discuss your private life with others.

“Can I borrow you for a few minutes?” he asked you.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, and got up from the warm sand. “Everything okay?”

You both moved away from the rest of the group. “Yeah. I just wanted to be alone with you for a while.”

The two of you took a slow walk down to the water’s edge, the tide returning from its long descent out towards the horizon. Hand in hand, you were silent for a few minutes. The sun’s rays were warm against your back, but a gentle breeze refreshed the air, biting through the humidity. You felt that inner calm come flooding to the surface again. Lucas’ arm wound around your waist and you prayed in silence that this was the right thing for both of you.

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Lisa Lisa x Fem!Reader: Let’s Only Think About Love

Every time Araki does something homophobic in his comic I make one of his characters gay. Strap in ladies. We’re marrying Lisa Lisa. Also congratulations Joseph, I’m your daddy now ;) Under a cut for length. Hope you enjoy!

Taken from a prompt I made up myself: They said Lisa Lisa married a screenwriter, I don’t remember anyone ever said the screenwriter was a man.

Never… He never in a million years would have imagined himself in this exact predicament.

Joseph Joestar must have been the only one here whose brain was too slow on the uptake. When he heard his mother married a screenwriter, he didn’t expect this to happen. Suzie Q and Granny Erina were enjoying themselves with the guild, Suzie fawning over the impeccably tailored suits that the ladies were wearing and Granny Erina commandeered by a group of incredibly friendly men, cooing over her pearls and listening in earnest to the advice she gave them on the many uses of rouge and why Mr. Fahrenheit would most certainly look better if he was to try the red versus the peach color.

“Mrs. Joestar, you are a goddess my darling!” said Mr. Fahrenheit exclaimed, wrapping his large arms around her small frame and making her giggle like a schoolgirl. “Jim sweetheart, you might have a bit of competition, I quite think I’d like to take a wild leap of faith and run away with Mrs. Joestar instead.”

“I cannot say fully that I’d blame you.” Laughed the taller man, kneeling by Granny Erina’s chair as she chastised both men for such talk.

“After all,” she insisted, “It’s not proper to say such things in front of your betrothed.”

The love in the air. Maybe that was what had first flabbergasted him. Every single person in the room was either engaged or to be married, pairing off separately with the opposite sex to prevent suspicion but celebrating the true union with their beloved. Some men in gowns, some women in suits, a bit of both on others, love was everywhere in the room. Permeating the air and sweetening it more than even the scent of the various cakes and sweets crowding a large table. It was quite the foreign concept and Joseph was not used to such freedom. He normally suffered through the parties of the affluent that his Granny dragged him to in his youth, the stiff collars and harsh whispers that permeated the smell of cigars and brandy. Here, the air was so sickly sweet with love that it was nearly suffocating.

Your friends came up to him and tucked flowers in his hair and kissed him warmly when they heard he was already married to the beautiful blonde that befriended nearly everyone in the room. Granny Erina’s lap looked like a garden with all the flowers everyone gave specifically to her in honor of her beloved Jonathan. Joseph even noticed some gentlemen getting very acquainted with Mr. Speedwagon, and the elderly man positively enjoying the attention. Every single one of the people you knew treated the Joestars like royal guests of honor, because of everyone present, the Joestars were the only family members that showed to the celebration.

“I am making this toast not only to the lovely brides who will set sail for their glorious honeymoon abroad in the morning, where they will undoubtedly fill every hour with the intensity of the love they share, but to the lovely people my darling is marrying into.” Mr. Fahrenheit had raised a glass of champagne, his hand on Granny Erina’s shoulder as she held it, “You’re Lisa Lisa’s family, her mother, her son, her daughter. All of you came to see this blessed event because you all love her and want her to be happy. That means more to her and her wife than anything in the world. By our laws, you belong to us now. For this moment in time, though we began as nothing but strangers struggling among the norm in Hollywood, everyone in the room is your blood. We are all Joestars this evening.”

In a million years, he never thought his mother would marry another woman, but when he saw you nearly falling over in your heels trying to greet everyone in his family with all the warmth and happiness of the sun, he couldn’t say he blamed her for falling in love with you. You were sweet, possibly even sweeter than Suzie Q if he was honest with himself. Constantly checking on Granny Erina and crying when she welcomed you into the family, attached at the hip to his wife who absolutely adored you, and more often than not he happened to accidentally catch you and his mother kissing as though you both were going to a war you would never return from. You were wholly and irrevocably in love with his mother, and by extension you loved his family too. There was so much kindness and love inside your pure heart… How could she not love you?

“I’m so happy to meet you Joseph.” You had told him before the party, taking his gigantic hands in yours and smiling sweetly. “I… I hope I’m not imposing myself, but I’ve always wanted a son. And I understand I cannot ever take the place of your father, but I do hope that there will come a time where you will see me as something closer than just the person who married your mother. Even if you just see me as a dear friend. I do love you as if you were my own, and if you ever need anything at all… Please do not hesitate to ask me. I will give you anything you need.”

“Jojo! Take your head out of the clouds my darling, have a drink. It is a reception after all!”

His broad shoulders were engulfed in a hug. At his side materialized Mr. Fahrenheit, a close acquaintance from your childhood that you insisted was like a father to you. He had an unusual manner of speaking, his attitude was that anyone he didn’t know was his “darling”.

“N-nothing.” He insisted, taking the punch the other man offered him. “I’m just…”

“It feels surreal doesn’t it? Seeing them in love…”

Mr. Fahrenheit’s arms never left Joseph’s shoulders, and there was so much sincerity in the embrace that he found himself even leaning into the other man for comfort.

“I… I don’t wish to be rude…”

“You’re not my darling.” Mr. Fahrenheit insisted. “It’s natural after all. You hardly knew your mother, and my sweet darling at her side is even more a stranger to you. But do not worry about the small details. It doesn’t matter a whit about conventionality. You’re not a stranger here. It is as I said before, tonight we are all Joestars, and this is your family. Never be afraid to feel safe with your family my boy.”

From the corner of the room he noticed Suzie Q cooing over the couple of the hour, her arms wrapped around your waist as she gushed over the gown you wore, wishing you and the towering woman at your side all the happiness in the world.

“Of course you’ll come see us every day when you return from your honeymoon, won’t you?” Suzie Q all but begged you as you smiled through the tears.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You insisted, “I told Elizabeth that Mr. Fahrenheit would be scouting for a home when we returned to New York, and she’s given me so many ideas for the decorations! I hope I have enough room for everything I can find abroad.”

“Wasn’t it you that said whatever we could not fit in the house we can give to Jojo and Suzie?” Lisa Lisa smiled as you turned pink, leaning into her touch as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed you deeply.

“Elizabeth.” You whined. “You’re going to spoil all the lovely surprises I wanted to send them!”

All this time he’d hesitated. Not wanting to make the wrong move that would alienate his mother away from him. And isn’t that all he’d ever wanted anyway? His family… He wanted his parents for his entire life and there they were, standing in the middle of the room with his wife.

Mr. Fahrenheit was right. Conventionality be damned. You were his family, and it wasn’t a bad thing to want to be a part of that love.

“So I guess since you married my mother, I am to call you my ‘papa’ now?”

Joseph snuck up behind you and lifted you in the air, careful not to harm you with his mechanical arm. You squealed, and Lisa Lisa bristled with a rough warning of “Jojo” before you began to giggle.

“I told you Joseph,” you laughed, “I want you to think of me as your parent. If you want me to be your papa, I’ll try my best for you!”

“Oh goody~…” he cooed, nuzzling into your cheeks and making you laugh. “Because I’ve always wanted to be bounced on my papa’s knee, and I have her now. Won’t you indulge your poor neglected son??”

“Jojo I’m warning you…” Lisa Lisa growled, only to be stopped when Joseph put you down, and was suddenly swept up in your arms much to the delight of the guests.

“If that’s what my son wants, it’s what he gets!” you giggled, much to his sputtering protests and red faced chagrin. “Come along Lisa Lisa, let’s shower our little boy in affection! He’s upset because we’re getting all the attention!”

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On-Screen Kiss

Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, A tiny bit of Angst but mostly Fluff, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Don’t think I forgot any!!)

Summary: Y/N is an actress and one of the main characters on a TV show called SeaQuest. Her best friend is her co-star Jonathan who she also has a secret crush on. When her character is to kiss Jonathan’s character she can’t help but get really nervous about it even though her older sister tells her it will all be fine.

Word Count: 1,542

Author’s Note: BIG NOTE! WHEN THE FONT GOES INTO ITALIC, THAT’S WHEN YOU AND JONATHAN ARE FILMING THE KISSING SCENE!

Y/N plays Melanie Westphalen on a TV show called SeaQuest. She’s been on the show since the first season. She plays a teenage intern nurse, and the daughter of another character named Dr. Kristen Westphalen. When the show got picked up for season two Y/N agreed to return even though the actress that plays her mom wasn’t set to return. Y/N is close with all of her co-stars, but she has to be the closest with Jonathan who plays Lucas Wolenczak. They are both the same age and are younger than the cast so that’s why they clicked so easily.

When Y/N returned on set for the first day back she learned that her character and Jonathan’s will be love interests for season two. A lot of viewers really wanted them to be become a couple in season two, so the writers did it. Y/N was doing fine with the storyline till she got the script for the next episode they will be filming. The episode ends with Y/N’s character kissing Jonathan’s character.

The reason why Y/N is so nervous is because she has an enormous crush on her blue-eyed co-star. The only person that knows about her crush on her best friend is her older sister, Kira. Kira has been trying to get Y/N to just tell Jonathan about her feelings, but Y/N is too scared to.

What if she tells him and he rejects her, and things become awkward between them? That’s another reason why she’s nervous about the on-screen kiss. She doesn’t want things to become awkward between her and her only best friend.

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Today was the day of the on-screen kiss and Y/N’s nerves were pacing all through her body. She was in her trailer with big sister there for emotional support. “I don’t know if I can do this, Kira.” Y/N told her with nothing but nervousness in her tone. “Y/N, it’s just your nerves talking. It’s all going to go fine.” Kira reassured her. “Like the director told you, it’s just going to be one take.” Kira added but she could still the nervousness in her sister’s Y/E/C eyes.

Kira took both of Y/N’s hands in hers. “Y/N, you are living out your dream job. You’ve been dreaming of becoming a big actress ever since you were ten years old. You were born for this role, and you can’t let one scene scare you off.” Kira told her in a stern tone. “Everyone knows you can do this. You just got to tell yourself that you can do it.” Kira added giving Y/N a comforting smile.

A knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Y/N, you’re needed on set.” She heard one of the crew members tell her. “I’ll be right out.” Y/N called out to the crew member. “I’ll be right here if you need me and if you feel like your nerves are taking over just repeat what I just told you in your head.” Kira told her. “Okay?” Kira asked which earned her a nod from Y/N. “Okay.” Y/N told her. She let go of Kira’s hands and made her way out the trailer.

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“Okay everyone on their marks.” The director called out. “And…Action!” The director called out.

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Melanie was sitting on her bed in her room with some tears rolling down her cheeks. She let out a heavy sigh when she heard a knock on her door. “Go away! I don’t want to talk!” Melanie called out to whoever knocked on the door. “Mel, it’s me. Lucas.” She heard his soft voice say from the other side of the door. Melanie wiped away her tears as she stood up onto her feet. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Lucas standing there with a concern look on his face.

“Lucas, I’m fine.” Melanie told him with an obvious lie. “Really? Because I can see it in your eyes that you’re not fine.” Lucas said noticing the tears that filled her eyes. “Just go away.” Melanie told him turning away from him. Lucas let out a sigh as he walked into the room and shutting the door.

“How could I be so stupid.” Melanie hissed out as tears made their way down her cheeks again. “He’s the stupid one, not you.” Lucas told her. “He’s the one that cheated on a smart and beautiful girl.” Lucas added which took Melanie by surprise. Melanie turned around and looked at him with a surprised look in eyes. “You think I’m beautiful?” Melanie asked him. “To me you are.” Lucas said as he walked closer towards her.

“He doesn’t deserve your love. You deserve to be with someone that treats you like you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Lucas told her with a soft smile on his face. Melanie stared up into his eyes. As Lucas stared back into her eyes, he put one of his hands onto one of her cheeks. “May I?” Lucas asked her. Melanie gave him a nod. Lucas leaned in and connected his lips with hers. Theirs lips moved perfectly in sync with one another’s.

When they pulled away from the thirty seconds kiss, they stared at each other with love and comfort in their eyes. “I’m still stupid.” Melanie told him. “What? Why?” Lucas asked her with confusion in his voice. “Because.” Melanie started as she took his hand off her cheek and held onto it. “My dream boy was in front of me the whole time and I was so stupid that I didn’t see it earlier.” Melanie told him as her lips turned up into a smile. Lucas returned the smile as he gave her hand a light squeeze.

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“And cut!” The director called out. “Good job Y/N and Jonathan. Go and take fifteen minutes.” The director told them.

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After the kissing scene Y/N avoided Jonathan off screen. Yes, the kissing scene went perfectly fine but for some odd reason Y/N just couldn’t face Jonathan by herself.

Jonathan noticed the distance going on between him and Y/N and it quickly worried him. After he shot his last scene of the day he went to Y/N’s trailer to talk to her, but he got no answer, so he figured she had already left for the day. He decided to just talk to her first thing tomorrow when he arrives on set.

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It was the next day and Y/N had just got to the set. She was sitting in her trailer going over her lines when she heard a knock on the trailer door. “Who is it?” Y/N called out as she flipped the page of her script. “It’s Jonathan.” She heard his voice say which made her go into shock. She didn’t realize she was into shock till Jonathan called out her name after not responding back to him. “Y/N, you alright?” She heard him ask. She could hear the concern in his voice.

Y/N put her script down onto the small table. She stood up and walked over to the door, opening it. “What are you doing her?” Y/N asked him. “I wanted to know why you were avoiding me yesterday.” Jonathan told her which made her nerves start to pace just like they did yesterday. “I can’t tell you, okay!” Y/N said with frustration in her voice as she turned away from him.

Jonathan walked into the trailer and shut the door behind him. “Y/N, it’s just me. You can tell me anything.” Jonathan told her in reassurance. Y/N just stayed silent. “Does this have to do with our kissing scene from yesterday?” Jonathan asked her which made her let out a sigh. “I was just really nervous about it.” Y/N told him still not looking at him. “Why were you nervous?” Jonathan asked her. “Because I have feeling for you.” Y/N finally confessed to him as she turned around to face him. “You do? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jonathan asked her as he looked at her with a surprised look in his ocean blue eyes. “Because I didn’t want things to become awkward between us and ruin our friendship.” Y/N said as she avoided looking into his eyes. “Well, I can reassure you that neither of those things will happen.” Jonathan reassured her which made her look at him. “It won’t?” Y/N asked him a soft voice. Jonathan shook his head no.

“I have feelings for you, too.” Jonathan confessed with a soft smile. Once he said he feels the same away about her, Y/N felt her nerves finally settle back down. “Wow, I guess my sister was right. I really did have nothing to worry about.” Y/N said with a small giggle trying to hide her embarrassment. Jonathan took one of her hands into his’s.

They started to lean in but before their lips could touch there was a knock on the door interrupting their moment. “Y/N, you are needed on set.” A crew member told her. “I’ll be right out!” Y/N called out trying to hide the annoyance in her tone.

“How about we go grab a bite to eat after we’re done filming.” Jonathan suggested to her. “Sound good?” He asked her. “Sounds perfect!” Y/N answered with the biggest smile on her face.

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I got a lot of ideas for Chris Chambers and Lucas Wolenczak so be on the look out for those in the coming weeks!!!!!

(These two softies are currently my favorite characters at the moment! They give me so much comfort!!)

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I do have two one shot ideas for Jonathan Brandis and I have gotten a couple people saying they would want me to write for him so I’ll start writing for him when I get the chance to!😊😊😊

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Definitely going to eventually write for River’s characters once I get the time to watch more of his films but so far the only character I will write for him as of now is his character from Stand By Me!

Now with Jonathan I have many ideas for his character from SeaQuest and two ideas for his character from the 1990 IT mini series!

For IT and Stand By Me I will probably write storylines where the characters are older!

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Jonathan Brandis

One Shots

On-Screen Kiss - Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader

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🖊️BIG WRITING UPDATE!🖊️

Just letting you all know that yes my next post will definitely be my first Jonathan Brandis x Reader story it just might be posted some time early next week! I’ve had a little bit of crazy week! Definitely hoping to start writing tomorrow or Sunday and the story will be posted early next week! So sorry for the wait!! Hope you all understand and I promise the long wait will be over soon!!!

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I only have three episodes of SeaQuest left!! So, far either season one or two are my favorite! Almost done season three which means I’ll start writing some of the ideas for Lucas x Reader whenever I can!

Also my Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader one shot will be posted on Thursday!!