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Hi Jade! Can I request Spencer and Nurse!reader? Maybe they meet when heâs wounded/sheâs patching him up?
(Yes Iâm a nursing student I promise we arenât all mean girls đ)
ty for requesting!! ik ur not all mean of course!!<3 âyou meet the cutest FBI agent ever and tend his wounds. fem, 1.5k
One of the small pleasures of your job is when the patients are cute. Not many people come through as handsome as this one. Youâre professional nonetheless.Â
âWhat am I seeing you for today?â you ask, holding your hands behind your back.Â
Your patient, charted as a Dr. Spencer Walter Reid, twenty nine years old, gives you a tentative smile. âSomeone hit me really hard.âÂ
You can see the bruise forming against his temple. âYes, Iâd say so. Did you know the assailant?âÂ
âNo, but itâs handled.â His smile turns to a grimace. âUh, I get these, like, debilitating migraines, and I feel like I have one coming on.â
âA head injury could trigger that,â you agree, holding your hands out in front of you, little torch in hand. âCan I have a look?â you ask softly.Â
When youâve been a nurse for some time, you start to categorise people into boxes. All kinds of boxes for different things, but Spencer Reid gets a tick for a few things straight away: shy, pretty, and sensitive to touch. He must not get touched much, or heâs had a bad experience with strangers. He did just get hit in the head, you allow, brushing a sweet, mousy curl away from his head and holding it out of the way as you shine a light into each of his eyes. He flinches hard, but his pupils react as expected.Â
Whoever hit him managed to break the skin, upon closer infection of the injury. The skin has turned purple at the edges of his cut. Itâll be a big bruise in just a few hours.Â
âSpencer, please tell me if I hurt you, honey,â you say, voice still soft. If heâs got a migraine coming, he wonât want your usual overloud distinction.Â
âItâs okay. It hurts, but not more or less when you poke it.âÂ
âYou have a laceration, yeah? Itâs about three centimetres long, but deep. I can close it with a butterfly stitch, if youâre okay with that.âÂ
âYeah, please. Um, about the migraineââ
âDo you want a tramadol, honey? I think you deserve one.âÂ
âI canât have narcotics.âÂ
You pull back and straighten the hair youâd displaced. âThatâs okay, it just means you canât have the strongest stuff. Most people try to avoid them anyhow. How about tylenol, would that be alright? Or do you avoid painkillers in general?âÂ
âTylenol is fine as long as it doesnât have the codeine with it.âÂ
You give him a gentle nod. âIâll make sure itâs the right one. You can even see the bottle, if you like. Would you want them before or after the stitch?â He probably knows, but you add, âItâs not a real stitch. But it might feel tender when Iâm poking around.âÂ
âAnything. Whatever you want to do first.âÂ
His eyes squeeze closed. You give him a frown he canât see, and rest your hand on his arm. âIs there someone here with you?â you ask him.
âMy friend is coming, I think. There was a lot going on.âÂ
âThatâs okay. Iâm not sending you home until Iâve fixed you, Dr. Reid.âÂ
He smiles, even with his eyes closed, but doesnât say anything more. You wash your hands and find your bandages. A butterfly bandage, a sterile wipe, and a square piece of gauze to cover it cleanly. His eyes are opening again when you return, ushering him gently down the bed so you can sit on his right side near the injury.Â
âWhat do you do for work?â you ask him.Â
âI work for the FBI.âÂ
âYou do?â You tear open the sterile wipe and again pull the curls from his forehead. âThis might sting. Please tell me if it hurts too much.âÂ
âItâs not the cut that hurts.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you say sympathetically. Migraines are a tricky business. If heâs already having one, you probably canât do much to get rid of it, but that doesnât mean pain relief wonât help. âIâll do this as quickly as I can.âÂ
Heâs quiet. You wipe around the laceration with careful, concise movements. The cut looks clean enough when youâre done, and itâs so small you wonât irrigate it.Â
âAre you an agent?â you ask.Â
âYeah. Special supervisory with the BAU. The, uh, behavioural analysis unit.âÂ
âOh, I know,â you say, putting the wrapping and the dirtied wipe into your cardboard bowl. âI think Iâve seen it on TV sometimes, you guys can track the serial killers and stuff?âÂ
âMostly that, yeah. Uh, sometimes we find trafficking rings or missing kids. Sometimes we manage hostage situations. It depends on the level of the crisis.âÂ
âSo youâre the big gun.âÂ
âI guess so. Iâm not actually good with a gun.âÂ
âNo one has to be good with a gun to change the world.â You pull the butterfly stitch from the packaging and pick at a finicky end. âI hate guns.âÂ
He sighs. âI do, too.âÂ
âThey make my job hard. Itâs not nice, seeing what they can do to people. Itâs awful, really. Spencer, Iâm so sorry, honey, Iâm just gonna put this on here, it might feel uncomfortable as I pull the sides together.âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
You pull the plastic of the butterfly stitch on both sides, cinching his cut together promptly. It looks better now you canât see the inside.Â
âIâm gonna cover this with the dressing now. You donât have to keep it on if you donât want to, itâs a pretty small cut, it was just deep. Iâd recommend you try to keep it dry for two days, really, you should keep it covered, but itâs up to you. And if anything happens, if it gets infected, you can always come see me again.âÂ
Youâre mildly flirting, then. Just because heâs nice and shy. It might be a little cruel of you to proposition a man when heâs roughed up, though.Â
Spencer, luckily, understands that youâre not trying to harass him. âThank you.âÂ
You stand, peeling the plastic from the bandaid and exposing the sticky backing. Slowly, you stroke his hair back from the wound and line the bandaid up. He shivers under your nails.Â
âSo sorry,â you say, laughing under your breath, âitâs my nails, huh?âÂ
âItâs okay.âÂ
âYouâre a great patient, Spencer. Iâd give you a sticker if I could, Iâm not kidding.âÂ
âYouâre a great nurse.âÂ
âThank you.â You smooth the edges of the bandaid down for good measure and step away from him to assess him. âHowâs that migraine?âÂ
âGetting worse.âÂ
âYou have them often, you said? Treated or untreated?âÂ
âPsychosomatic, apparently.âÂ
âOh, honey, Iâm sorry. Has your doctor talked to you about CBT?âÂ
âSome. I donât really⌠want it,â he says awkwardly.Â
âThatâs okay. If itâs psychosomatic as they believe, it might get better with time. Howâs the stress in your life?â
âStressful.âÂ
âIt must be hard, the FBI, everything. Life is hard enough. Stopping serial killers must weigh on your heart.â You smile carefully. âWas there anything else you wanted to bring to my attention? Any other injury, anything that needs urgent care?âÂ
âI was mostly worried I had a concussion.âÂ
âIt doesnât seem like it. Youâre not nauseous, are you?âÂ
âNo, I donât think so.âÂ
He gets this awful, sad look on his face, it really isnât nice to see. People come in by themselves all the time but it never gets easier to handle.Â
âAre you alright?â you ask, taking his arm into your hand.Â
âIâm fine.âÂ
He had the look of someone whoâs always fine. Luckily for him, itâs your job to take care of people, to make sure theyâre more than fine. âOkay. Iâm gonna get you something warm to drink. Do you like donuts?âÂ
âUhââ
âIâm getting a feeling about you. Chocolate frosting, I bet.âÂ
He smiles, startled and pleased at once. âYeah.âÂ
âOkay, Iâm gonna get those for you. A drink, a donut, and some much needed Tylenol. You can lay down if you like.âÂ
He nods but doesnât move.Â
As youâre leaving the room, you cross paths with a handsome man with dark skin and a bright smile. Must be something in the air today, you think.Â
âReid, you okay?â you hear him say.Â
âFine.âÂ
âYouâre pink.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre blushing. Oh, you had the pretty nurse, didnât you?âÂ
âShut up,â Spencer whispers sharply.Â
âYou can ask for her number.âÂ
âNo I canât, sheâs working.âÂ
âBut you want to,â his friend surmises.Â
You bite down a smile, giving your head a shake as you go. You need to get a move on. Spencer needs a hot drink, a donut, Tylenol, and a pen. It should be okay if youâre both feeling up to it, right?
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction
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It's nearly nine months later. I'm smoking a joint on the porch with the love of my life (one of many! đ)
I no longer speak with my father, but my stepmom assures me that they are both trying their best to understand me. Last i heard, they were contacting stonewall in order to find some resources.
on my first day at my job at an online clothing retailer, my trainer asked which bathroom i needed directions to. As much as i understand that she was clocking me, that was way nicer than i was expecting, and i couldnt have been happier in the moment.
it is very near the one year anniversary of my facial feminization surgery. i am constantly surprised at how much more comfortable i am seeing my reflection than i was even at my most high-fem days pre-surgery.
i still havent started voice training, but i have a referral laying around here somewhere to a local place. the process to get that going will take time but im confident itll work out.
I'm watching a video essay about a game ive been interested in playing. The creator of the video, who has crossdressed multiple times, makes a "women arent funny" joke, and i suddenly realize ive never witnessed him acknowledge a woman in an uplifting way before.
I'm on a dating app for lgbt+ people. I've stated multiple times on my profile that i would rather lose an arm than recieve nudes without consent. I will be sent five dick pics for every 2 people i talk to that night.
I'm talking with my dad, who informs me he's been trying his best to learn about trans issues. He says the same things steven crowder brings up when trying to ridicule trans people. I gently but firmly correct my father and get told that ive been fed propaganda.
I'm on instagram, under the comments of a post ridiculing someone for being a misogynyst. Someone's left a comment saying "it must be hard being a woman on the internet" and i respond "it is." I will have every aspect of my appearance scrutinized as a reminder that no matter how well i pass, it will never be enough for someone with bad intentions.
I'm back on that dating app for lgbt+ people. I'm messaged by an attractive looking person, but i can see their partner prominently displayed in all but their main photo, oftentimes striking what im sure they thought was a very intimidating pose. Their bio says "looking for a third for our anniversary." I know that even if I did feel up to it, the gruff partner wouldnt approve of me because i don't pass.
I'm at a job interview for a clothing store. I tell the gracefully-dressed woman interviewing me that ever since i began my transition, i've discovered an interest in fashion, and that this job would allow me to dip my toes into the industry in a safe way. I'm told that i've reduced womanhood to a stereotype, and i can tell by her tone that i lost any chance at the job the minute she realized i was trans.
I'm at the same hospital i got facial feminization surgery in, trying to figure out what's wrong with my bowels. When the person behind the desk gives me a wristband with my patient info on it, i notice a single, lonely, letter M. I ask a nurse in private why it would say that despite me having changed it nearly a year prior. They say they have no clue, and bring in paperwork for me to fill out and have it re-changed again.
I'm living with my mom at the time. I'm new to transitioning, and decide to try my hand at voice training. It feels a bit off, but otherwise im feeling neutral toward the whole thing. I try speaking in this new voice to my mom and she laughs. Now, when people ask if i intend to voice train, i find speaking at all difficult for minutes after.
I didnt have some sort of grand message to convey by this. I just had a thought and then that thought spiralled into whatever the hell this became. Some, okay most, might call it complaining; they are right to do so.
#trans woman#trans pride#trans#lgbt#lgbtq#addies high thoughts#transgender#pre op mtf#post op mtf#mtf trans#mtf girl#mtf hrt#trans hrt#hrt#trans rights#transmysogyny
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so i wrote this yesterday and now it's become a whole thing
basically: Steve is actually smart but nobody realized it until he just fixes their various STEM related problems
anyway this is Eddie's very first experience with how smart Steve Harrington actually is
also please don't call me out if my physics explanations are wrong. just suspend your disbelief, i'm begging you lmao
also also, if you see any typos, no you didn't
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"You're going to fail my class, Munson."
"Gee, no need to sugarcoat it," Eddie mutters, shoving his hands into his pockets and avoiding Miss Chester's gaze. His eyes land on one of the posters behind her desk, a cat hanging off a tree branch. Maybe it would like to trade places.
Miss Chester sighs, looking pointedly at the desk closest to hers. She waits until Eddie sits on it, legs hanging over the edge. "I'm serious," she says. "You're going to fail, Eddie. I don't want you to, but there's just some...disconnect happening here."
He appreciates that she's not totally blaming him. Most of Eddie's other teachers would've been berating him for his laziness by now. This, among other things, is why Eddie likes her class even if he can't wrap his head around physics at all. "I don't know, Miss. It just doesn't make sense."
"So I'm noticing." Miss Chester leans back in her chair, her finger tapping against her desk. Eddie immediately recognizes it as the drum beat from a KISS song. "You know you'll probably be held back if you fail, right?"
"Not the first time."
Miss Chester waves off his words, looking deep in thought. "What do you think about tutoring? I think you'll do better in a one-on-one setting. If you understand the concepts better, I can start grading you based on the work you do with the tutor."
"It wouldn't be you?" Eddie asks, frowning slightly. He's not sure he wants some random geek tutoring him. Not that he has anything against geeks, of course, but he's never known one to talk in a way he can understand. They get all...technical and Eddie's eyes glaze over whenever he overhears their conversations.
"No, I don't have the time. But don't worry," Miss Chester says, smiling reassuringly before pulling her roster close and looking down the list. "The student I have in mind probably knows more than me, if I'm being honest. He should be able to answer any question you have."
"What student?"
"His name is Steve."
Of course, Eddie immediately thinks of that Steve. King Steve. Steve "The Hair" Harrington with his blinding smile that's always looked a little strained in Eddie's opinion.
He then dismisses Steve Harrington as a possibility and reviews the other kids named Steve at Hawkins High. There's Steve Paulson, Steve Meyers, and Steve Barns. Maybe it's Barns? He's the only one that Eddie could imagine being somewhat good at physics.
"Are you open to tutoring?" Miss Chester asks. "For one session, at least?"
"Yeah, sure, one session. Won't help, though."
Miss Chester smiles like she knows something Eddie doesn't. Which, to be fair, she does. She knows a lot more than Eddie in terms of physics, at least. "I'll set it up. Just come by tomorrow after school."
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On his first day at Hawkins High, Steve realized two things.
One, his parents weren't kidding when they'd said public school would be vastly different from the private group tutoring he'd received up to that point.
Two, if he wanted to have a good high school experience, he needed to be cool. And being cool, it seemed, meant not being smart. He didn't need to be dumb, but he couldn't breeze through his classes, either.
He's done a good job of it so far. He's bored beyond reason in most of his classes, sure, but he's also popular. Nobody bothers him or tries to copy off of him, and it's great. He can even swallow down the weird surge of frustration and annoyance and guilt whenever his classmates assume he's too dumb to be a good project partner, or when his parents ask why he isn't enrolled in AP classes, or when his teachers give him confused looks after he aces tests for a unit he seemingly didn't pay attention to.
Anyway, he almost rejected Miss Chester's request to tutor a student from a different class period. He was just about to say he didn't have the time when she leveled him with a look so profoundly hopeful that he just couldn't. So, Steve said yes and now he's hesitating outside the physics classroom.
What if the student inside uses this against him? Steve thinks he could play it off, maybe convince his friends that the kid is lying, but he's not sure. Nothing dire would happen, but Steve would have to reorient himself to a new place on the social ladder, and that sounds exhausting.
"Just get it over with," he mumbles. Then, before he can chicken out and just leave the other student hanging, he opens the door and steps into the classroom.
Miss Chester isn't there. Steve knew she wouldn't be. She'd said something about a department meeting that would take her time but leave them with the classroom to themselves.
The only other person in the room is Eddie Munson, bent over a notebook and furiously scribbling on the page. He looks up when the door opens and freezes at the sight of Steve. They stare at each other for a few seconds before Eddie breaks the silence by asking, "What, get lost on your way to the locker room, Harrington?"
Steve blinks, frowns slightly, and takes a deep breath. Okay. Fine. Eddie Munson it is. "Nope. Miss Chester asked me to tutor you," he says, because that's the only reason another student would be in this room after school has let out.
Eddie laughs. He nearly falls out of his chair with how hard he laughs. He's wheezing and clutching the edges of the desk by the time Steve moves another desk to face him and sits down across from him. "Are you done, Munson?" he asks.
"Holy shit, you're serious," Eddie says, his voice slightly strained and his face red from laughing. "No fucking way Steve Harrington is here to tutor me in physics. You probably don't even know what two plus two is!"
"It's four. Do you know what 12 times 40 is?" Steve asks, watching as Eddie blinks.
"I'm not a fucking calculator, man."
"No, you're not. It's 480, by the way."
"You could've just memorized that."
Steve sighs and reaches into his bag, digging around some before pulling a calculator out. He places it on Eddie's desk and says, "Ask me something."
Eddie looks at him like he's grown a second head but still pulls the calculator closer. "1,239 plus 378."
"1,617."
He watches Eddie use the calculator, feeling smug when his face twists into confused disbelief. He then puts the calculator down and frowns at Steve. "So you can add, big whoop. Doesn't mean you can teach me shit about physics."
"Won't know until we try," Steve says, resting his elbow on the desk and propping his chin in his palm. "So, what don't you get?"
"...All of it. Just assume I don't know shit."
"You don't know Newton's laws?"
Eddie snorts, looking back down at his notebook. "There's that motion one and the reaction one," he says.
"Right. Newton's first law and his third. What about the second?"
"It's just...some equation or some shit."
Okay, Steve is starting to get an idea of where things stand. He thinks for a moment before asking, "What kind of stuff do you like?"
"What?"
"What do you like?"
Eddie looks so shocked by the question that he doesn't really think before answering, "Heavy metal. And, uh, D&D, too."
Steve knows heavy metal is music, and he could work with that but the D&D Eddie mentioned might be better. "What does it involve? The D&D?"
"It's a fantasy role playing game. Like, using your imagination to go on adventures with friends and stuff. Needs dice to work."
Oh. Perfect. "Do you have dice with you?" Steve asks. After another brief pause, Eddie nods and pulls one out of his pocket. He passes it over and watches as Steve turns it between his fingers. "Oh, an icosahedron. Cool."
"A what?"
"Icosahedron," Steve says, looking at Eddie. "It just means a twenty-sided polyhedron."
Eddie still looks confused, and Steve is about to explain it again when Eddie says, "Just call it a D20, dude."
"Oh. Sure. Anyway, let's use this," Steve says, rolling it between his fingers before letting it clatter to the desk. It bounces a few times before settling, a 17 facing up. "Do you know what made it stop moving?"
"The desk. I'm not an idiot, Harrington."
"I didn't say you were, Munson," Steve replies, leaning back slightly. "Just...yes, the desk stopped it. This is Newton's first law. If the desk wasn't there, it would have kept falling until it hit the floor. It stopped bouncing because it lost power each time it hit the desk. An object, the D20, will stay in motion, falling, unless acted upon by another force, the desk."
"That...kinda made sense," Eddie says, blinking a few times.
"Great!" Steve says, unable to help the bright smile at knowing Eddie understood him. "Okay, for the second law, the equation is mass times acceleration equals force. Basically, the movement of an object depends on how much it weighs and how much force you apply."
"Aaaand ya lost me," Eddie says.
"Okay, uh, you fight things in that game, right?"
"Yeah, kind of the whole point."
"Right, yeah, and the stuff you fight comes in different sizes, right?"
"Well, an orc isn't gonna be as big as a dragon, is it?"
Steve isn't really sure what an orc is, but he nods anyway. "Right. So if you want to move a dragon, you need to land a stronger hit than you would need for an orc."
"Duh. You're not gonna fell a dragon with a basic cantrip."
"Not sure what that is, but yeah. For this example, moving, or defeating, an object, or a dragon that weighs more than an orc, relies on how much force you apply, which is the strength you use."
"Oh. So, because an orc weighs less, I don't need as much force to defeat it," Eddie says, grinning as he fidgets with his pencil. "This doesn't really sound like math, though."
Steve shrugs. "We'll get to the math part later. Right now is basics. You need to understand those to do more complicated stuff. So, the third law, this is the action-reaction law. Music might be better for it. What happens when you strum a guitar?"
"It...makes a sound. Because it's an instrument."
"Well, yeah, but do you understand how the sound is being made."
"By...strumming it?"
"Yeah, that's part of it. Sounds are vibrations in the air that we can understand. If you touch your throat while talking, you'll feel your voice box, your larynx, vibrate to make the sound of you talking."
He waits as Eddie does exactly that. While holding his fingers to his throat, Eddie says, "Didn't know it was called a larynx. Oh, fuck, yeah, there are vibrations."
Steve nods, waiting patiently as Eddie hums for a few minutes before looking back at him. "So, vibrations. Instruments make sound because playing them causes vibrations. When you strum a guitar, the strings rapidly move back and forth, and that movement is translated into notes."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yeah, I'm following you."
"So, the action of strumming a guitar creates the reaction of the strings vibrating. That action of the strings vibrating creates the reaction of air rippling, and those ripples create the reaction of audible noise. Did that make sense?"
"Yeah. It did," Eddie says, his voice soft as he stares at Steve like he's really seeing him for the first time.
Steve shifts uncomfortably, unused to this aspect of himself being known so well by someone at school. He's almost tempted to end things now and apologize to Miss Chester for walking out halfway through a tutoring session. Steve is practicing the apology in his head when Eddie says, "Hey, by the way, sorry for earlier."
"What?" Steve asks, trying to blink away his confusion and failing.
"You know, earlier, when I laughed at you? Pretty shitty of me to do. So, yeah, I'm sorry."
"Oh." Steve stares at Eddie for a few seconds before his shoulders relax. "It's fine. I'm not exactly known for being smart."
"Why not?"
"It's just...easier to let people think I'm dumb. Most of our classmates look at me and think I'm just, you know, a typical jock. They don't expect more from me than that, and I don't expect them to look any deeper."
"Does anyone else know, though?"
"My parents and the teachers. And you."
"Well, don't worry, big boy. Your secret's safe with me."
"Big boy?"
"Don't like it? Would you prefer Stevie?" Eddie asks, grinning as he leans in and exaggeratedly waggles his eyebrows at Steve.
Steve can't help snorting at the sight. "Whatever. Just call me what you want, Eddie," he says.
He tries to ignore the weird swooping in his stomach when Eddie's smile gets wider and he says, "You better not regret it, Stevie."
#my writing#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic#smart steve harrington#pre-season 1#y'all don't understand i have a whole 5+1 idea in my head about this#well you do understand if you read the OG post actually lmao#but there's MORE that's the point i'm making here#but i wanted this little set up first#just cuz i love pre-show meetings#and steve cutting off the munson doctrine before it can even begin#also unrelated but do y'all ever think about how the entire world really is just science and math and that's incredible#even art is science or math at its core and science and math are art themselves
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Can I Please be Your Friend?
Billy doesnât have friends. Between being Marvel and working odd jobs, he hasnât really had the time some. So when he got invited to join the newly formed Justice League. He was ecstatic! Sure, these people were at least a very minimum of 20 years older than him and sure they would probably talk about taxes and stuff, but superhero friends! Meanwhile, the Justice League is like, âwow this guy is so social. I like it!â
Marvel: âYou have a lighthouseâŚ?â *sounds so amazed*
Aquaman: âYeah. My dad was a lighthouse keeper so I got it when he passed.â
Marvel: âThatâs so awesome! Can I come over?â
Aquaman: âOh, okay? Sure?â *a little surprised he asked but eh whatever*
That was how Arthur spent the day showing Cap around the lighthouse. The man was a really good listener and was surprisingly very interested in listening to Arthur talk about how to use the light. You couldnât even ask Arthur how they both ended up jumping off the railings of the lighthouse of dive into the water. You also couldnât ask him how they ended up having a water fight, with the Atlantean calling for some sea creatures as back up. You also also couldnât ask him how shocked a hotdog vendor was when he saw Captain Marvel and Aquaman, both of which who are supposed to be revered heroes, soaked, looking like wet dogs, asking for a couple of hotdogs after they nearly caused a tidal wave.
They got scolded by Batman a little while later for acting like children and almost causing the previously mentioned tidal wave. It was a little funny to see Batman scolding a man a solid two feet taller than him.
Soon after that whole incident, Marvel went to befriend Martian Manhunter next.
Marvel: *staring at Jâonn while holding a box of cookies*
MM: *can hear him thinking about how to approach him and looks over to Marvel*
Marvel: *thinks a little too loudly and Jâonn hears a nearly deafening âFRIENDâ*
MM: *flinches and clutches his head* âCaptain. Is something the matter.â
Marvel: âOh uhâŚâ *walks over and looks between the cookies and Jâonn* âI was uh- wondering if you wanted to eat these with me.â
And thatâs how Jâonn spent the rest of the afternoon eating cookies with Marvel. Jâonn had at first thought Marvel was quiet because he was something humans called awkward. But no, every now and then, when Jâonn forgot that humans preferred to keep their thoughts private, heâd hear how happy Marvel was that he accepted. Heâd also heard a couple other voices which was slightly concerning. He didnât know if that was normal for humans or not.
Then, the next was Batman. Bruce honestly didnât even know how they had started talking about this. All he knows is that they were talking about the teamâs performance in the field, then that somehow transitioned into talking about superheroes in general, which then somehow led to fictional superheroes, which led to now:
Marvel: âOh, you like Gray Ghost?â
Batman: âI was⌠a fan of him when I was a child.â *doesnât know why heâs telling Marvel this*
Marvel: âCool! Did you see the movies?â
From there on was a forty minute yapping session about Gray Ghost, his lore, the movies, the comics, the action figures, and so on.
Marvel: âI even had his comics as a kid too.â
Batman: âReally? Reprints or originals?â
Marvel: âI wanna say originals? What do you mean by reprints though?â
Batman: âReprinting is when they take a comic, and remake it to look a little better, such as brighter colors or slightly tweaked dialogue, so they can sell it again.â
Marvel: âOh. Then Iâd say I probably have originals then.â
Batman: âInteresting. Those are collectors items now. They go for thousands.â
Marvel; âReally?!â *eyes nearly bug out of his skull* âHuh. I had no idea. Which ones did you have?â
Batman: âMostly reprints. But I do have a couple originals on display.â
So yeah. The two were geeking out and stuff. Bruce honestly has literally no one to talk about this with so heâll admit he was a little (a lot) happy.
We canât forget the other JL heroes though.
Flash: âLike, he is so nice, and for what?â
GL: âI know right he let me ramble for like 45 minutes about planes! He was asking questions too!â
Supes: âAnd heâs always willing to help with anything. I didnât even get to finish asking if he could cover my monitor shifts before he said yes.â *sounds slightly guiltily (he still feels bad for asking)*
In conclusion, Billy really wants to be friends with these guys, and his methods are definitely working.
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I've been suicidal many times in my life, and while I could talk about those experiences, given what this post is about, I'd rather talk about something else.
My boss at my previous job was not just my boss. He was my friend, my mentor. I'd met him as a student employee; I still remember the day I went in for my interview, and I asked to speak with "Mr [name]," and the other student employee who answered the door made a face and said, "Hey, Mr [Name], this girl is here to see you" when he let me in because my boss never wanted us to be so formal with him. We were on a first-name basis with him, always. I was nineteen, and super nervous interviewing for my first job that wasn't retail or food service, but he cracked jokes and made me feel welcome. He treated all of us like that.
He was just a really good man. He always stood up for us, every time the university tried to do something that would make our lives harder or less safe. I made a Facebook status once about how I was harassed by a gas station employee near the university, and he commented telling me he'd bring his bat if I needed it. When one of the supervisors ended up overstepping boundaries in a big way with us student employees, he worked overtime to make sure that we would all be safe. When I got promoted to a supervisor position after graduation, and took it upon myself to oversea the yearly Secret Santa tradition for the students (meaning I didn't participate because otherwise I would know who my Secret Santa was), he decided he wasn't letting me go without a present and got me one anyway, despite my insistence that it wasn't necessary.
Unfortunately, he had his own demons to fight. He was going through difficult stuff in his personal life. He told me a lot about it; I was a confidant for him, and at one point he told me I was the only person he could speak to about any of it. More unfortunately still, as much as I wanted to be there for him, I was also struggling to keep my own mental health on track. It was around this time that I was looking into starting antidepressants / anti-anxiety medication for the first time because of how much I was struggling, and I was really focused on getting all of that sorted so that I could stop being tempted by the trains I heard pass by my home every night. Because of this, I didn't check in on him regularly. And so, when his boss called me one morning before my shift was supposed to start and told me that he had taken his own life, I was consumed by more than just shock and grief; I was crushed by guilt.
You see, I blamed myself. Largely because he had told me I was the only one who could confide in, I couldn't help but think that if I had checked in on him more regularly, if I had been there, this wouldn't have happened. I could have prevented it. I could have saved him. He wouldn't have taken his own life, and it wouldn't have been one of his young daughters who found him like that. Not only had I lost a friend of nine years, but I felt like I failed him.
I know now that isn't the case. There were many factors involved, not the least of which being it turns out I wasn't the only one he confided in after all. But it took me a long time to reach that pointâa long time until I could honestly say that I didn't feel like it was my fault.
In the midst of depression and suicidal ideation, it can be incredibly hard to see the importance that you have in other people's livesâthe place that you have there, that no one else can fill. I know this intimately, because it is something that I struggle with regularly. But even if you can't see it, you have to hold in the forefront of your mind that the importance is there. The impact will be felt. Not only do people care about you, but those closest to you will hold the weight of responsibility for your life on their shoulders for a long time. If nothing else, you don't want that for the people you care about, do you? You don't want to do that to them, do you?
You are not the only one harmed by your suicide. In fact, you're the one who will feel the impact the least. Death doesn't hurt the deceased; it only wounds the living. That's why we have funerals: it's for the sake of those left behind. But no amount of funerals or celebrations of life can assuage the pain left by a suicide. It doesn't help. Notes don't either.
If you're in a place where you're ideating, reconsider. Reach out to someone close to you. Tell them where you are, mentally, and have them come be with you. Believe me when I say that they would much rather sit awake with you all night, than wake up the next morning to a message that you're gone.
Give us the chance to be there for you. It's all we ask.
periodic reminder that your death by your own hand will wreak more havoc on the lives of those you know than you are ever capable of imagining and if you need a sign not to kill yourself this is it. people care more than you know & i am one of them
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Am I Okay?
~Am I Okay? Megan Moroney~
Author's Note: Requested! I rewrote this like six times and I don't really vibe with it but I hope yall enjoy it! Am I posting this at midnight yes do I care a little bit but oh well Summary: Y/N and Luke fall in love Warnings: smut! smut! smut! MDNI!! swearing Word Count: 9,059 Luke Hughes x fm!reader
It was still dark outside but it usually was when she first got to work. The early morning shift was her favorite to work. Opening the coffee shop at six in the morning alone was her favorite part of the day. The sunrise always managed to shine through the windows. The pink and blue hues were breathtaking.Â
It was usually quiet in the mornings, for the first hour and a half she would see maybe eight customers total. After eight in the morning, she would see thirty customers in an hour. But the first two hours she would be alone and she preferred it that way.Â
The eight customers that would come in at that time were all the same, always on the walk towards their jobs. Specifically one guy who would always walk in few minutes after they opened. He showed up nearly every day that he was in town, always got a basic coffee he could probably make in his apartment but the fifteen dollar tip was enough to not question it.Â
The playlist she put on was catered to her own music taste, her co-worker that usually shows up at eight changes it to the usuall coffee shop eroma.Â
She poured the espresso shots into the iced plastic cup in front of her. She finished her latte with whole milk and carmel syrup. The small set of chims near the door rang and she spun around to see her regular Jack walking inside. His head covered in a black beanie and his usual long black coat.Â
âGood morning Jack,â she said with a soft smile on her lips. He grinned widely as he glanced behind him before he walked up to the register.Â
âMorning, Y/N,â he said as he looked up towards the menu pretending to search for something else to order. He always got the same drink.Â
âThe usual?â she asked as she started tapping on the Ipad. The chims went off as another man walked into the shop. She lifted her gaze and her heart jumped into her throat.
âYeah and whatever my little brother is gonna get,â Jack expressed, looking behind him to see his little brother entering the shop.Â
She met his eyes, they were tired as it was not for the weak to be out on the town this early. His lips curled upward as he met her gaze. His curly hair was hidden by a backwards hat. He walked up towards the counter and it was getting harder and harder to breathe for her.Â
âLukey, this is Y/N,â Jack said, pulling her attention back towards him. Swallowing hard, she realized that she needed to breathe because she was not sure if she was actually doing it or not. Luke nodded as he pressed his lips together as he looked up towards the menu.
Y/N scanned his features, he was tall and the soft smile on his lips was intoxicating. It was too early in the morning for her to feel dizzy. Her gaze looked down towards the Ipad, trying not to stare at him too long.
âDo you have anything thatâs not coffee?â Luke asked shyly. Jack chuckled while rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest.Â
She fought off a smirk forming to her lips, she glanced behind her towards the menu. âWe have hot chocolate,â she mumbled. Lukeâs smile widened. He squinted his eyes for a moment.
âI guess Iâll take a hot chocolate,â he said as he dragged his hand across his chin. Jack rolled his eyes as he handed Y/N his card. She finished putting in their orders and she completed the order. She spun the Ipad for the tip screen as she walked away from it to start making their drinks.
âFucking, really?â Jack teased as he shoved Luke away. Luke chuckled as he shook his head.Â
âI donât drink coffee, asshole,â Luke muttered as they both stood awkwardly in the center of the shop. Y/N smiled to herself as she began to pour the coffee into the to go cup. After another minute Jackâs coffee was done and so was Lukeâs hot chocolate.Â
She placed the cups onto the counter, âHow long are you visiting Jack?â she asked softly as she looked up and met Lukeâs gaze. Lukeâs cheeks flushed red as he glanced towards Jack.
âHeâs playing his first game with the Devils in a few days,â Jack said proudly. Her eyes widened as she met Jackâs gaze for a moment before she looked back towards Luke.
âThatâs awesome, I forget this hockey thing is a family thing,â she let out shortly as she tried to find the words. The boys chuckled, Luke brought his hot chocolate towards his lips and took a small sip.
âYou should watch it,â Jack teased as he patted his hand against Lukeâs shoulder. Luke turned his head and met her gaze, he smiled softly as he dropped his gaze towards the floor.
âIâll think about it,â she mumbled as she watched the pair leave the coffee shop. Spinning around, she leaned against the counter, widening her eyes. âOh my god,â she muttered barely above a whisper.
~~~
She returned to her on-campus apartment after shift. Her twin brother and roommate Ashton was sitting on the couch with his computer in his lap. Glancing towards her, he didnât say anything beside waving towards her. He leaned forward mouthing something he was reading.
She pulled her coat from her frame and hung it near the front door. Stepping further into the apartment, Ashton glanced towards her. He took note of the smile on her face. It was always hit or miss on her mood after coming home from work. But she never had a smile on her face paired with silence. Usually she steps into the apartment and starts talking instantly.
There was a soft hum falling from her lips as she headed towards her bedroom. Ashton placed his computer beside him as he followed towards her suspiciously. She stood in her room humming a song as she was collecting a new outfit to change into after her shower. Ashton stood in the doorway watching her.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â he asked. Turning around, she jumped.
âDamn, Ash, you canât just sneak up to someone like that,â she said while shaking her head. Raising her hands up she took a hold of her hair and pulled it from the updo she had.
âWhy are you smiling like that?â he pressed as he continued to scan her features. She shook her head as she fought off a grin. âYouâre face is doing something weird,â he pointed his finger towards her face. She smacked his hand away from her face as she let out a chuckle. She took in a deep breath as she rolled her eyes. His eyes widened as his mouth fell open, âOh,â he let out knowingly.
âOh, what?â she asked while crossing her arms over her chest, the grin still toying to her lips.
He nodded as he started walking backwards slowly, âNo, I get it,â he said omniously.
âWhat?â she let out, a chuckle leaving her throat.
âDid you meet someone interesting today?â Ashton teased as he was still stepping backwards.
âPlease leave,â she said as she giggled. Ashton threw his head back leaving as he headed down the hall towards the living room. Y/N shut the door as she turned around taking in a shaky breath.Â
She pulled her phone from her pocket to look up his Instagram, if it was public what was the harm in that? Jack followed her on Instagram, which was not entirely strange as she has her own social media presence. She was a popular Tiktoker that had a decent following on Instagram too. So his fans did not find it weird that he was following her.Â
She opened Lukeâs Instagram and smiled towards the most recent photo set. It was his goodbye to UMich, she smiled to herself as she continued to look through the photo set.
~~~
A few days later, she was sitting in the living room with her brother and his friends watching the Devils game. Usually, she would only sit in if the game was a playoff game. Her brother was more into football until he met his college friends. They all would come over to watch the games. Which was nearly every night.
She sat on the floor, a blanket practically submerging her frame. Her brother and his four friends were tipsy and the game hadnât even started yet. Despite it being a Tuesday, they felt that it was important for them to drink.Â
Ashton knew that Jack was a regular at Y/Nâs job and he always teased her about him. But she always brushed it off because she didnât see him like that. But Luke on the other hand, she has not stopped thinking about him since she met him the other morning.
âY/N, any reason youâre joining us tonight?â Ashton teased as he pulled the blanket from her head. She huffed as she took a hold of it and covered her head again.
âGot nothing better to do,â she mumbled.
âYou sure itâs got nothing to do with-â
âAshton,â she scolded as she smacked his shoulder. The boys erupted in ooooohs and she sunk deeper into the blanket.Â
âWhat about that regular of yours?â Ashton further teased as he stood up from the floor to avoid getting hit again. The boys started yelling again as the first period was starting for the Devils.
âAsh, let it go!â she let out while laughing.Â
âJack Hughes is a regular at her coffee shop,â he let out as he ran away towards the kitchen, for protection.Â
âShut the fuck up!â Ashtonâs best friend Logan said loudly. The boys all cheered as if a goal was just scored.
Y/N planted her face into her hands, her face flushing. She lifted her head towards the screen to see the broadcast showing Luke on the bench. She dropped her gaze back into her hands.Â
âIf I tell you, will you leave it alone?â she said as her face was still in her hands. They all cheer loudly together. Ashton jogged back towards the couch and sat on the floor beside his sister. She took in a deep breath as she tilted her head back. âI met Luke Hughes, thatâs all,â she let out barely above a whisper. They erupted in oooohs again and she sunk her head into her hands. âThatâs all, I swear!â she mumbled against her hands.
âI fucking knew it,â Ashton said as tapped his hand against her shoulder.
âCan we just watch the game?â she questioned pointing towards the screen, just at the point when Luke appeared on the screen. They all started laughing.
âThis is going to be fun,â Ashton teased.
~~~
She did not see Luke or Jack for several months after that. It was playoffs and Luke most likely went back to Michigan since he was not eligible to play. The last playoff run, Jack didnât come into the coffee shop once. It was probably because he was sleeping in to get as much rest as possible.
But she was in a new school year, with the same hours. She would work from six in the morning to noon and have afternoon classes after that. She was always busy but it was better than over thinking.Â
For the first time in months, the chims went off and she spun around to see Jack and Luke trailing behind him. She clenched her jaw to avoid showing a wide toothy grin. A little crush was not going to get in the way of her favorite regular. Jack was always super kind and an amazing way to start the day. She refused to let her little crush on his little brother change that.
Until he smiled a sleepy grin towards her. Suddenly her plan backfired and she grinned towards them.
âWelcome back boys,â she muttered while walking towards the register. Forcing her gaze towards Jack, she saw a smirk on his lips. Ignoring it, she started typing in Jackâs usual.Â
âHow have you you been?â Jack asked crossing his arms over his chest. She lifted her gaze, not really used to being asked that question.
âIâve been good, I worked doubles all summer so Iâm happy to be back on my normal schedule,â she explained glancing towards Luke. He hasnât wavered his gaze from the moment he stepped into the shop. Jack nodded while glancing towards Luke, he rolled his eyes playfully.
âYou gonna order or just stare at her?â Jack teased as he punched Lukeâs arm. Luke chuckled as he rubbed the spot Jack hit. She pursed her lips forward as she met Lukeâs gaze for the third time in a matter of two minutes.
âRight, yeah, Iâll take a-â he trailed off as his eyes scanned the menu, âLemonade,â he mumbled. Jack rolled his eyes while pulling out his wallet.Â
She grinned as she typed it into the Ipad before she spun it towards Jack, a new pay system was put into place over the summer.
âSo, is this a new thing? Youâre here for good?â she asked as she started pouring Jackâs coffee.Â
âHopefully, got to make it through training camp and pre-season,â Luke explained while crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âHe will,â Jack offered as he continued to nudge and lightly shove Luke. She thought it was for the best to ignore them and stay in her bubble. She set aside Jackâs drink before she started to pour out Lukeâs lemonade.
âThatâs good, Iâll keep an eye on the games,â she expressed as she added a lid to the lemonade.Â
She took a hold of the drinks and spun around to hand the drinks towards the boys. She handed Jack his drink first, since it was burning her hand. Jack smiled gratefully towards her as he immediately brought it towards his mouth. Meeting Lukeâs gaze she handed him the drink, their fingertips brushed against each otherâs skin for a moment. Pressing her lips together, she quickly brought her hands towards herself.
âMaybe you should come to one of them,â Luke offered, it was obvious the words fell out of his mouth faster than he intended. Maybe the words left his mouth when he didnât want them to. Jack brought the drink towards his lips, glancing towards Luke for a moment before looking back towards Y/N.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that,â she mumbled as she met his gaze. Their eyes remained connected for a few seconds before Jack let out a long drawn out breath.
âThis is the part where you give her your number,â Jack mumbled before stepping away from them, chuckling. Luke clenched his jaw as he fought the grin forming to his lips. His cheeks pinked up as he shook his head slightly.Â
âI was getting there,â he let out while laughing. He glanced behind him to see Jack wandering towards the door. She let out a giggle as she pulled her phone from her pocket.Â
âSeriously, Y/N, he hasnât stopped asking about you,â
âJack,â he let out while he took a hold of her phone to type his number into her phone. She smiled towards Luke as he handed her phone back towards her. She quickly typed a simply hi before she slipped it back into her pocket. âIâll see you,â he muttered before he stumbled away towards Jack. He shoved him out of the door.
âYouâre a real dick, you know that?â she heard Luke say as they both left the shop at the same time.
She spun around, leaning against the counter and shut her eyes. Raising her hand up, she delicately tapped her skin against her cheek to feel heat practically radiating from her skin. âOh my god,â she mumbled.
It didnât take long for the shop to get busy after the boys left. In the middle of a rush, her work best friend, Tommy, jogged inside. Usually, it was busy when Tommy got there but not nearly a line out the door busy. He always blamed it on the back to school students in dire need of a coffee.
âGirl, how are you alive?â Tommy said as he took a plastic cup and read the ingredients before he started making the drink.
âIâm running on pure adrenaline,â she expressed as she began to steam some milk.Â
âOh itâs Semptember, let me guess-â he mumbled. She swated his hand as she began to finish the drink, âOh definitely the pretty boys,â he let out teasingly.Â
âLater,â she mumbled with a giggle leaving her lips.
After thirty minutes the line finally died down and there was no one waiting on a drink. The shop was full to the brim of people with laptops and enjoying a drink. She was cleaning the counters while Tommy was also cleaning a few of the machines. It was a disaster.
Tommy brought his iced coffee towards his lips as he leaned against the counter, slowly wiping it. She fought the grin forming to her lips as she stared towards the coffee grounds spilled in front of her.
âOkay fine,â she muttered as she lifted her gaze to meet Tommyâs. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and held it up to show the unread message from Luke. He leaned towards it and read it. Widening his eyes, his mouth fell open.
âNo way,â he let out. She spun the phone back towards herself to read the hey he replied with. She grinned as she shut the screen off.Â
She went into detail about what happened, excruciating details about how he looked at her, how his cheeks flushed red. Tommy was obsessed with it because every shift he would walk in and expect her to have some information about it but she had none. She was a little miserable about not seeing him.
It was a little embarrassing how often they were chatting and a customer was waiting, but the little five minute encounter was on replay until she left. She texted with him a few times throughout the morning but she could only do so much while she was working.
~~~
Tonight she was going to the game with Ashton and Tommy. It was the first preseason game in October. Since Luke did not play a home game during September, and she only wanted to go to see him.Â
Every morning that Jack and Luke were in town they would stop inside the coffee shop. Luke would stick around for a while waiting for the next set of customers to come in. Jack would get his coffee and leave. She would spent an hour trying to convince him to try a sip of her coffee but he would still refuse. Her mornings felt lonely without him but he always kept her entertained when he was there.Â
Her brother was driving the three of them towards the arena, dealing with awful traffic the whole way there. She was annoyed that he wanted to leave two hours before puck drop but apparently he was right. It was awful when Ashton was right because he never let her live it down.Â
âI cannot believe we are going to this game because of you,â Ashton said while he watched the light turn green, except they didnât move. âYou better let me meet the guy at least,â he begged quietly.Â
She rolled her eyes as she glanced towards Tommy for a moment before she looked out of the window watching the rain hit the window. âMaybe,â she mumbled. Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out she saw a text from Luke saying, Stick around after the game, I wanna see you. Nico will stick around too so your brother can meet him. She lifted her gaze glancing towards her brother before she quickly typed an excited reply.
It took nearly another hour before they were parked in the arena. Luke was able to get them lower bowl seats on center ice. He didnât want them close to the glass, felt like too much pressure; even if it was just preseason.
The seats were starting to get full by the time they arrived, the game was starting soon. They found their seats and Ashton was starting to fan girl. âDo you think we can sit here during the regular season? This is awesome,â Ashton let out as he was adjusting the Hischer jersey on his frame. Tommy sat down, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.Â
She sat in the middle of them, awkwardly glancing around the arena. Sheâs been to a few games when she was a kid but now it felt completely different. Especially since she was told to stay after the game and heâll meet up with her after. He even offered that her brother and Tommy could stick around too. She didnât tell them that. She wanted it to be a surprise for Ashton, Tommy could care less. He was just along for the ride.
The team emerged onto the ice and puck drop started. Even for a preseason game the fans were ecstatic for the whole night. Suddenly it became obvious that she was obsessed with the game. It helped that she had someone to search for the whole night.
Her brother would explain the game to her and Tommy but they were still confused. Tommy was just enjoying the snacks the whole time. Ashton was screaming for every goal, high fiving every person around them. The entire game she was following Lukeâs movements because he was the reason she was there afterall.Â
After the game, both Ashton and Tommy stood up to get ready to leave but she remained seated. Ashton looked down and furrowed his eyebrows. âGet your ass up, letâs go,â Ashton said while waving his hands. She shook her head while staring ahead, a grin toying to her lips. âCome on, dude, Iâm tired,â he whined.
âToo tired to meet the captain?â she teased. His mouth fell open as he immediately sat back down. Tommy chuckled as he sat back down, bringing his seltzer towards his lips.
âDo I get to meet Luke?â Tommy asked as he leaned towards her, raising his eyebrows. She nodded.Â
Luke texted her letting her know that he was having someone come and grab them. It took another ten minutes before a security guard walked towards them asking to see her ID. She showed it to him and he guided them towards the lower level to meet up with the boys.Â
The entire walk down towards the parking garage where the players exited the locker room to, Ashton was talking about how he was going to introduce himself to Nico. Y/N had to calm him down multiple times on their journey down there.
Luke, Jack, and Nico were waiting outside the door. They were all wearing matching t-shirts and shorts while laughing. Luke was the first one to look towards the three of them walking towards them. He smiled widely and led the charge towards them. He walked up to her and hugged her instantly. Her entire body erupted in flames as he engulfed her in a hug. Jack punched his hand against Nicoâs arm as he was teasing Luke behind his back.Â
âUm- Luke, this is my brother Ashton and my friend Tommy,â she said as Luke reluctantly pulled away from her. Luke reached his hand out towards Ashton first. Ashton shyly took a hold of it, all of his talk about what he was going to say to them disappeared. Luke shook his hand before he shifted his gaze towards Tommy, holding out his hand for him.
Tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned Lukeâs features before he shook his hand. Jack jumped in front of Luke to introduce himself to Ashton and Tommy with Nico.
âAshton, nice to meet you man,â Y/N over heard Nico say as Luke took a hold of her hand and guided her way from the group for a moment. Lifting her gaze she met his eye and smiled softly.
âDid you enjoy the game?â he asked softly as he scanned her features. His cheeks were flushed red as he was pressing his lips together. She nodded while looking into his eyes.
âIt was fun, thank you for letting me bring them,â she mumbled as she glanced towards Ashton and Tommy. Tommy was talking with Jack, laughing as they spoke. Ashton was still fangirling with Nico, taking a selfie as they looked over to them.
âOf course,â he mumbled.
~~~
It had been a month since they started dating back at the end of October. Luke was returning home from a roadtrip and she was over the moon. She was tired of waiting for him to call on FaceTime and fall asleep minutes later, she needed to see him.Â
She was starting to fall for him deeply, something she didnât want to do. Sheâs been afraid of falling in love for years but something about Luke made it easy. He was on his way over to her apartment and she was awaiting him.
Ashton walked out of his bedroom and smiled towards her as he walked towards the kitchen, âIâm ordering a pizza, will your boyfriend want any?â he asked.
âYes please,â she sing-songed.Â
âOkay, so Iâll order three pizzas,â he said teasingly. She rolled her eyes. He chuckled as he pulled his phone towards his ear and started to make the order. He opened the fridge and stared inside as he waited for it to ring.Â
It took another fifteen minutes before there was a loud knock on the door. Ashton stood up from the stool he was sitting in near the kitchen. He wandered towards the door, with some specific intentions. She could tell by the dramatics he did while pulling the door open.Â
Lukeâs eyes widened when he saw Ashton instead of Y/N but he forced a smile on his face while he stepped inside.Â
âHey man,â
âOrdered a pizza,â Ashton said as he looked Luke up and down as Luke stepped inside.
She jumped up from the couch and walked towards him, watching his grin go from fearful to genuine in a matter of a second. Luke reached his hand around her waist, pulling her towards him.
âCome on,â she whispered as she guided him towards her bedroom. Ashton stood in the room, staring suspiciously. They walked down the hallway, âSorry,â she mumbled towards him. He chuckled softly as they stepped into her room together. She shut the door behind him as she met his gaze.Â
âMissed you,â he mumbled as he took a hold of her waist. A wide toothy grin formed to her lips as she took small steps behind her towards her bed. Her legs hit the mattress before she turned around and laid down. Luke looked down towards her, grinning before he climbed over her to lay beside her. âI heard there was pizza on the way?â he asked as he laid facing her.Â
Turning her gaze, she met his eye before she leaned towards him, delicately kissing him.
âIâve missed you too,â she muttered against his lips. A hum fell from his lips while he took a hold of her cheek. Rubbing his thumb across her skin, he watched her eyes shut slowly. Luke leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers. Waiting for her to part her lips to give him access.
Parting her lips, he slipped his tongue into hers as she glided her fingers through his hair. Climbing on top of her, he rested his hands on either side of her head.Â
After a few seconds, there was a loud knock against her door. Luke pulled away, interlocking his fingers as he leaned on his elbow to prop himself up.
âWhat,â she let out, Ashton pushed the door open, leaning against the door frame.Â
He stared towards them for a few long awkward seconds before he let out slowly, âLuke Hughes,â
Chuckling softly, âAshton Y/L/N,â he said as he fought a grin forming to his lips.
âYou travel a lot for work, donât yeah?â Ashton started as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Dropping his head, he let out another laugh, âYes I do.â
âYou behaving?â Ashton said while raising his eyebrows.
âAshton,â she scolded.Â
âSerious question, Y/N. You must have a lot of groupies being a Hughes boy,â he let out taking a step into the room.
âAshton, youâve got nothing to worry about,â he let out as he shifted his gaze towards her. She met his gaze, suddenly self conscious of what Ashton was talking about.
âDonât you have a pizza to go pick up?â she mumbled while looking towards Ashton wide eyed. Ashton met her gaze and scanned her features for a moment before he squinted his eyes suspiciously.Â
âDonât fuck this up and make me hate the Devils, alright?â he let out before he left the room, shutting hte door in the process.Â
Luke looked towards her as she let out a nervous laugh, she shoved her face into her pillow. He chuckled as he took a hold of her waist, trying to make her lift her gaze to meet his eye. âYou know, I mean that right? Nothing to worry about, I literally live in that hotel bed sleeping most of the time Iâm gone,âÂ
She lifted her gaze and looked into his eye and nodded. âYeah,â she mumbled as he took a hold of her cheek, running his thumb across her skin.Â
âYeah?â he let out, somewhat teasingly.Â
âYeah,â she whispered. He smirked before he leaned towards her kissing her delicately. He leaned his forehead against hers for a second, âI mean you do have a lot of groupies,â she teased.Â
âYeah, but youâre my favorite,â he muttered, fighting a smirk forming to his lips. Her mouth fell open as her eyes widened. Pulling away, a chuckle fell from her lips. Luke took a hold of the small of her back, pulling her back towards him. He shook his head slightly before leaning towards her devouring her lips.
âI am not a groupie,â she muttered as she climbed onto his lap. His hands started gliding up and down the backs of her thighs. She continued to kiss him urgently. He hummed against her lips as she tilted her head back, scanning his features.
âStill my favorite,â he muttered as he slowly opened his eyes. She squinted her eyes as she fought the smirk toying on her lips. His hands climbed higher and higher up her frame.
She slowly climbed off of his frame, a pout falling on his lips as she wandered towards the door. She twisted the lock before she walked towards him. He bit his bottom lip as he scanned her features.
âWhat are you thinking?â he asked her as propped himself up on his elbows. She shook her head slightly as she slowly climbed onto his lap again. He rested his hands onto her hips. He rubbed his hands delicately against the fabric of her shirt.
âIâm thinking-â she trailed off before she leaned down and kissed him.Â
Loud bangs hit against her door again, âPizzaâs here!â Ashton shouted through the door. She sat up staring down towards Luke, a huff leaving his lips.Â
âI thought he ordered it for pickup,â she muttered as she climbed off of his lap, he chuckled. Falling onto her back, a pout fell to her lips.
âItâs alright, my love,â he let out as he slowly stood up from the bed. Waiting for her to follow him, she still laid in protest. Holding out his hand towards her, she reluctantly took a hold of it.
~~~
The following morning, Tommy showed up at the same time as the new trainee Brianna. Today was her second shift with Tommy and Y/N. Tommy adored Brianna while Y/N was still warming up to her. It was always overstimulating for her to train someone and Tommy knew that first hand. Which is why he was taking point on the process.Â
âYou are so tense today, I thought Luke came over last night,â Tommy teased as he nudged his elbow against her arm. She rolled her eyes playfully while she vigorously cleaned the machine in front of her. âOh damn, what happened?âÂ
âWe didnât-â she trialed off as she let out a huff of air.Â
âStill?â he let out loudly. She turned around, glaring towards him. He chuckled as he glanced towards Brianna. It was obvious she was listening in. âBrianna, if youâre going to be working with us, youâll need to get in on this,â he said, pulling her towards the conversation.
âTom,â Y/N scolded while laughing. âShe doesnât need to know about my sex life,â
âWhat else do we talk about when weâre here?!â he let out while laughing. âHer and her boyfriend havenât had sex yet,â he let out.
âOh my god,â she mumbled while she covered her face with her hands. Briannaâs eyes lit up as she glanced towards Y/N.
âTheyâve been together for a month and nothing,â he said while leaning towards Brianna.
âOkay, Tommy when was the last time you had sex?â she deflected while chuckling.
âLast night, thank you,â he let out confidently. Both Brianna and Y/N eyes widened as their mouths fell open. âBut weâre not talking about me, weâre talking about Y/N. What is taking you so long?â he teased.Â
âBrianna, my boyfriend and I live with our brothers. And they love interrupting us before we get a chance to get anywhere,â she explained.
âWell, is there a Devils game this weekend?â Tommy asked.Â
âFriday,âÂ
âOkay so see if Luke can get them tickets and then youâll have an empty apartment,â Tommy said confidently. Y/N squinted her eyes as she stared toward him.
âReally think about that Tom,â she said while fighting a laugh rising in her throat. The chimes rang and they shifted their gaze towards the door. Jack led the charge like he always does with Luke trailing behind him. Brianna stared towards them, her mouth agape.
Y/N smiled widely as she met Lukeâs gaze. âHi, she muttered as she continued to look into his eyes. Brianna shifted her gaze towards Tommy, looking for assistance.Â
âOh!â Tommy let out while laughing, he shook his head as he started making Jackâs coffee. âY/N, take your fifteen,â Tommy expressed. She nodded.
âWhat are you guys doing here?â she asked as she pointed towards the empty table at the corner of the shop. He nodded as he followed towards her it. They sat down together, he pulled the chair towards him. Resting his hand onto the inside of her thigh as he pulled her closer to him.
âWeâve got a game at three,â he let out. Her eyes widened as she took a hold of his arm.
âOh my god, thatâs right, I forgot Iâm sorry,â she mumbled. He shook his head as he pursed his lips forward.
âItâs okay, Jack needed caffeine, he couldnât nap,â he explained. She nodded as she scanned his features. âHis girlfriend is back in town, so heâll be staying there tonight,â he mumbled, meeting her gaze. She hummed as she met his gaze suspiciously.
âEmpty apartment?â she asked teasingly. He nodded.
âThank god,â she muttered before she leaned towards him, pecking his lips. He chuckled as he glanced towards Jack who was walking towards them.
âHate to interrupt but we gotta head out Lukey,â Jack muttered as he pursed his lips forward.
âYeah, Iâll be out in a second,â he said. Jack nodded as he walked out towards the exit. âWill you be at the game?â he questioned. She nodded.Â
âAsh will drop me off and Iâm meeting up with Reanne,â she explained. He smiled before he pecked her lips.
âIâll see you after then,â he let out while raising his eyebrows as he walked away towards the door. She leaned back into her chair staring towards the door watching them leave.
Brianna still stood dumbfounded at the center of the register. Her gaze shifted towards Y/N, who was walking back towards the counter. âI know way too much about-â she started before she shook her head.Â
Tommy barked out a laugh before he patted his hand against her back, âThe timing of that was insane,â he choked out.
~~~
The game ended with a win for the Devils, the first win in three games. Throughout the game, her mind was racing with the idea of what their plan was for later that night. Sheâs not used to having pressure on having sex with a partner. Usually, it came up naturally or it happened before they even got together. Something about Luke and how he made her feel, she wanted their first time to be perfect.
But now she was just nervous, almost like it was her first time ever. She sat in Lukeâs car as he was pulling out of the parking garage, not once bringing up their previously discussed plans. She didnât know if he wasnât up for it or didnât want to put any pressure on her.Â
âEveryone going good with the other girls?â he asked as they stopped at a red light directly out of the arena. Tilting his head to the side, he met her gaze. She nodded.
âTheyâve been super welcoming,â she expressed.
He smiled widely as he reached his hand over, taking a hold of her hand, âGood, Iâm glad,â he muttered as he rubbed his thumb across her skin. âAre you hungry?â he asked. She nodded, shifting her gaze towards the traffic in front of her. Furrowing his eyebrows, he took in a sharp breath before pulled his phone from hsi cup holder. He pulled up his Doordash app and handed towards her. Traffic was still taking forever.
âYouâre the best,â she mumbled as she happily took a hold of it and started scrolling through the options. He chuckled as he started driving ahead.Â
The drive took another twenty minutes before they stepped into Lukeâs apartment complex and the food she ordered for them was waiting for them to arrive. He happily took a hold of the food and guided her towards the elevator to lead them up to his apartment. He stood with the take out container in his hands, side eyeing her every soft often.
Squinting her eyes, she turned and looked over towards him suspiciously. âWhy is your face doing that?â she asked while laughing. He pursed his lips forward as his cheeks turned bright red.Â
âNothing,â he muttered as the elevator doors opened to his floor. He stepped out first, holding out his hand towards her. She giggled as she took a hold of it and let him guide her towards his apartment. He stepped up towards the door and unlocked it, pushing inside.Â
They stepped inside, surprised to see the light on. To their surprise, Jack and his girlfriend were sitting on the couch watching a movie. âLukey, hey!â Jack said happily as he perked up. Luke clenched his jaw as he rested their take out food on the counter. He protectively wrapped his arm around her waist.Â
âHey, thought you guys were going to her place tonight,â Luke asked flatly. Y/N pressed her lips together as she started to take their chinese food out of the bag.Â
âWe changed our minds, traffic wouldâve been too bad heading to her place,â he explained as he sat up slightly. Luke nodded silently as he took a hold of the containers and the plastic silverware before he tiled his head to the side. Y/N nodded as she followed him towards his bedroom. He opened the door allowing her to step inside.Â
She climbed onto the bed, crossing her legs, she rested the container in front of her. Luke twisted the lock before he followed her in pursuit. Luke let out a groan as he flipped open his container.Â
âI swear,â he muttered before he ripped open his silverware. Y/N chuckled while rolling her eyes.Â
âAt least heâll be occupied,â she teased. He chuckled as he tilted his head back.
âYeah hopefully,â he said while laughing.Â
He pulled up Greyâs Anatomy, the tv show that they watch together. Heâs never seen and it and itâs her favorite to watch his reactions to the episodes. They were still only on season two.
They sat silently while they ate and watched the show together, glancing towards one another every so often. His cheeks were flushed red. She could tell their minds were busy but she didnât mind. She loved just being with him.Â
âQuestion,â he asked while tapping his hand against her thigh. She shifted her gaze towards him, her heart pounding out of her chest. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
âBecause youâve got this-â he trailed off as he pointed towards the pout on her lips. Her lips curled upward into a smile. âThereâs my girl,â he mumbled, a smirk on his lips.Â
âIâm sorry,â she whined through her smile, âI am just nervous,â she muttered before she brought a bite of food to her mouth.
âNervous?â he asked as he scanned her frame. His eyes widened as realization sunk in. âWhy?â he asked as he jammed his fork into his food. A smirk toyed to his lips.Â
She swallowed her food before pursing her lips forward, âI just feel pressured to make this happen,â she explained motioning between them. He furrowed his eyebrows as he placed his food beside him. He scooted towards her.
âFrom me?â his voice got quiet.
âNo,â she let out instantly, a chuckle falling from her lips. âFrom me mostly an-and Tommy but mostly me. I never really cared this much before, feels weird,â she let out, avoiding his gaze.Â
He smirked as he tilted his head to the side, trying to meet her gaze. âW-Why do you care so much?â he asked barely above a whisper. She pouted as she tilted her head back. His eyes widened as he fought a grin forming to his lips.Â
âStop looking at me like that,â she whined.
âItâll happen when it happens,â he said softly. She rolled her eyes playfully.
âYouâre such a dork,â she whispered. He grinned widely.
~~~
His hand was wrapped around her waist tightly, gripping her to his side as they waited for the elevator doors open. His hand started bunching the fabric of her dress in his hands. A giggle fell from her lips as the doors opened, he rested his hands on both of her hips as he guided her out of the elevator. âLuke,â she let out barely above a whisper.Â
He brushed her hair away from her neck, pressing his lips against her skin for a moment as she began to unlock the door to her apartment. He continued to kiss the skin against her shoulder as she giggled. âLuke.â He pulled away, still resting his hands onto her waist.Â
She pushed the apartment open and he excitedly pushed them inside. The door shut behind them as he excitedly pushed her against the door. Her eyes widened as she took in a deep breath. Her lips curled upward into a wide grin.
At some point, her heels were kicked off of her feet. She doesnât remember when or how but she didnât care.
âIâm so glad Ash is out of town,â she mumbled, looking into his eyes. He took a hold of her waist as he scanned her features.Â
âOh me too,â he mumbled before he took a hold of her neck as pulled her towards him, kissing her urgently. She hummed against his lips as she took a hold of the suit jacket covering his frame and pulled him closer. He glided his hands down her frame, he took a hold of her thighs as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.Â
Her body erupted into flames as his hands gripped her thighs tightly as he guided her towards her room. Still holding her up, he took a hold of the door and pushed it open. He delicately lowered her body onto her bed, she smiled up towards him as she scooted higher up on the bed.Â
He bit his bottom lip as he pulled the suit jacket away from his frame, tossing it to the floor. He brought his hands up and unbuttoned the first button before he climbed on top of her. He instantly connected their lips again as she took a hold of the buttons on his shirt, trying to unbutton them.Â
âMy dress,â she mumbled against his lips.Â
âIs very hot,â he muttered as he started trailing his lips along her jawline, down towards her neck.
âNo,â she said while giggling, she took a hold of his cheeks, forcing his gaze on hers. His eyes widened as he grinned slightly. âI mean, can you help me take it off?â she asked softly. He nodded instantly.Â
Slowly leaning back, she followed in pursuit. Their eyes remained connected the whole time. She slowly climbed off of the bed, standing in front of him. Taking a small step, she faced away from him. Her hair was laid across her back, slowly she took a hold of it and pulled it across her shoulder.Â
Luke raised his hand up and delicately took a hold of the zipper. Slowly, he glided it down to expose her skin. His fingers were hesitantly gliding along her skin. He took a hold of the straps to push the dress from her body. Her body were covered in goosebumps as took a hold of her waist, slowly turning her around to face him. Her body was still covered by her black lace underwear.
His fingertips glided along the fabric over her underwear. Biting her bottom lip, she took a hold of his shoulders. Her hands glided along the fabric as she met his eye, âYour turn,â she whispered. His eyes lit up as he scanned her frame.
âMy turn?â he questioned softly. She hummed as she reached towards the buttons for him. He leaned back on his hands as she leaned towards him, slowly unbuttoning the shirt from his frame. The blush on the apples of his cheeks reddened as his gaze lowered on her frame. The last button popped open, revealing his body. She watched as his ab muscles tensed as the cold air hit his skin.Â
He sat up slightly, pulling the shirt from his frame; he threw it to the floor. Standing up, he looked down towards her. Pressing his lips together, he began to undo his pants. She fought the smirk toying to her lips. Gliding the pants off of his frame, he kicked them away.Â
He smirked as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist. Lifting her up and tossing her down on the bed, she giggled as her back hit the mattress. He climbed on top of her, chuckling before he began to kiss her lips urgently only for a moment. His lips began to trail from her jaw towards her neck.
He slowly began to suck against her skin, biting before soothing the skin with his tongue. Her fingertips started tugging his curls as he continued to trail his lips and his hands down her frame. Tilting her head back, she took in a sudden breath. After a few seconds, âOh my god,â she let out breathlessly.Â
Smirking against her collarbone, he lifted his gaze to meet her eye. Nodding she arched her back and with one hand he took the clasp of her bra and slipped it from her frame. Swallowing hard his eyes lit up as he took in the way she looked. Leaning towards her, he pressed his lips against hers sensually.Â
Softly, he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth sucking in slowly before he pulled away.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he mumbled as he scanned her features. A soft smile formed to her swollen lips before she leaned towards him kissing him. His hands began to roam her frame, massaging her skin.Â
She was starting to get more light headed the longer his hands roamed her frame. He looped her lacy underwear with his finger as he slowly started to slide it from her legs. He slipped it to the floor before he took a hold of her thighs. Pulling her towards the edge of the bed. âLu-â she let out as she giggled.
âYeah?â he let out with a teasing smirk as he delicately took a hold of her legs to part them. Looking towards her she nodded as she gripped the sheet beside her as her body tingled with excitement. His gaze lingered on her center as he softly grazed his fingertips across her skin.Â
âYouâre such a tease,â She breathed out.
âOh am I?â he muttered as he climbed up towards her, hovering over her. Looking deeply into her eyes, she nodded as she took a hold of his cheek. Glidng her thumb across his cheek, âI think you just gotta be patient,â he let out slowly. Her eyebrows raised as she pursed her lips forward.Â
âPatient? Iâve been patient for months,â she teased back. He chuckled before he leaned towards her kissing her urgently for a moment.Â
âThen youâre good for a little longer,â he mumbled against her lips.Â
Tilting her head back, she groaned quietly. He leaned towards her devouring her lips, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth again.Â
Several minutes went by before Luke pulled his lips away from hers. He slowly lowered on her frame trailing wet kisses down her frame.Â
Dragging his tongue as his lips got lower and lower on her frame. He took a soft hold of thighs as he slowly parted them, a smirk toyed to his lips.Â
He took his thumb and softly began to rub his thumb against her clit. She took a sudden breath as her grip tightened against the bed sheets. He loved watching her squirm under his touch. A hushed moan left her lips.
 He smiled towards her as he took a hold of her thighs as leaned towards her center urgently.Â
âOh, fuck,â she muttered as her body was overwhelmed with heat as his tongue flicked against her clit.Â
He gripped her thighs as he continued, holding her in place. His tongue continued to suck on her clit as his fingers delved into her center.Â
âOh my god-oh fuck-â her voice started to get louder.
He could feel her thighs start to clench under his touch. He pulled away from her, climbing up her frame, trailing wet kisses up her body. âSuch a tease,â she mumbled as he hummed against her skin.Â
âSo impatient,â he let out before he pressed his lips against hers for a moment.Â
âPlease, I need you,â she muttered as she looked into his eyes.Â
He pressed his lips against hers sloppily for another second before he stood up from her to slip his boxers from his frame. Her eyes widened as smirked towards him.Â
He took a hold of his cock and slowly ran his hand up and down it a few times before he took a hold of her thigh. He further parted her legs, aligning himself with her center. He glanced towards her.Â
Hw pushed inside of her, a low grunt leaving his lips.Â
Slowly, thrusted inside of her a few times before he climbed on top of her. A breathy moan left her lips as he hiked her thigh up slowly as he continued to thrust into her. âFuck,â he mumbled against her lips.
Her breathing was heavy as her hands glided through his curls, tugging them.Â
âSo good baby,â he mumbled against her lips before he started to leave wet kisses against her neck as moans left both of their lips as they were both chasing their climax. âFuck, baby,âÂ
Her entire body tightened as she tilted her head back, a moan left her body as she fingertips dug into his back. He soon followed in pursuit, meeting his own climax. He grunted as he gripped her thigh tightly as they both started breathing heavily. It was as if everything was right in the world at that moment.
Just them, this close and completely falling in love.
He peppered kisses against her skin as he slowly pulled away from her. He laid onto his back as she rolled onto her side to face him.Â
Glancing towards her, he bit his bottom lip as he fought a grin forming to his lips. He reached over towards her, pulling her towards him to lay onto his chest. Resting her head onto his chest, âWow,â she mumbled. He chuckled as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her head.
âSo beautiful,â he mumbled as he glided his hand through her hair.
~~~
The following day, she couldnât wipe the smile off of her face. The entire morning while she was at work, her entire body was oozing with joy. There was no one in the shop when Tommy showed up. Spinning around, she smiled towards him as he walked inside. He furrowed his eyebrows harshly as he walked towards the counter.Â
Y/N slid over the iced coffee she made for him. He pursed his lips forward as he took a hold of the drink. He sipped it for a second before he walked behind the counter.Â
âWhat is wrong with your face?â he asked as he scanned her features. Her eyes widened as she shook her head slightly. âOh my god!â he expressed. She shook her head as she fought a grin forming to her lips.Â
âStop-â
âYou have that glow,â he said teasingly. âYou had se-â
âRemember when I begged you to stop asking about my sex life while at work?â she let out with a grin on her lips.
âOh but youâre the one with-â
âOkay, fine-we did and it was amazing,â she whispered. Tommy threw his hands in the air.
âHallelujah!â Tommy shouted as he wrapped his arms around her.Â
âDonât be weird,â she let out while laughing.
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Fallen Angel | New Glasses
 John finds you reclining on the couch. Bowl of popcorn chips resting on your stomach and mask, cool and slimy, on your face.
âSo, we not going on a date tonight?â
The casual way he drops the statement belies the gravity of it.
The moment it takes to process through your exhausted brain is the only moment of peace for the rest of the night.
Jumping to your feet the chips go flying as your mask slides off your face and into the now empty bowl.
âItâs Monday!â You shout as you stare at him in horror. âFuck, I will be ready in ten minutes.â
Before you can sink to your knees to clean up your mess John takes you by the hand and deposits you at your room. With a smiling kiss to your cheek he promises to clean up the mess and turn off the TV.
You wipe your face with a makeup wipe and panic spin before shouting down the hall.
âJohn! What should I wear?â
âClosed toed shoes and layers dove,â he shouted back.
âLayers and clothes toed shoes,â you mutter to yourself on repeat as you start digging around for a clean pair of jeans and a set of matching socks.
âOh, and no makeup if you feel comfortable. It will melt off.â
His loud voice and words make you pause.
âWhat the hell are we doing that would cause my make up to melt off?â You ask the empty room.
Eleven minutes later you are knotting the laces of your shoes and pushing off the couch to follow John to his car. Itâs practical, how like him. He catches sight of your small smirk at his vehicle.
âWhat? Not as fancy as Johnnyâs?â
Busting out laughing you drop a hand onto his shoulder for support. Johnny had the oldest, ugliest truck you had ever seen.
He smiles down at you, cheeks pulling up to cause crinkles around his eyes. You loved when he smiled that big, with his whole face. It made your heart so happy.
John walked you to the passanger door, opening it for you with a bow and a wink.
âMy lady.â
You give a curtsey with your imaginary skirt before rolling your eyes and climbing in and buckling your seat belt.
âSo, John, what is the silliest situation you have ever ended up in because of your job?â
âLet me think,â he focuses on driving as he does. âHad to be the time I told the president of US a crass joke.â
âHow the hell did you manage that?â You gape at him from the opposite seat.
âWas playing bodyguard at a conference, there was only one man in the room while we were waiting for the VIP and I made a joke to break the tension.â
âWhat did he do?â You prompt, there has to be more to this conversation.
âHe looked at me odd before busting out in laughter. I didnât realize my mistake until the meeting started and he got introduced to the room. We made eye contact and I have never felt my face go that red before,â John offers you a hand to hold between the seats.
You take it, enjoying the roughness of his palms and the width of his fingers between yours.
âWhat about you?â John asks.
âWhat about me what?â
âTell me the silliest interaction you have had working as a barista.â
âWhew, that might take all night. Top of mind though, was the guy who showed up at the wrong coffee shop for a first date.â
âHow long did it take him to figure it out?â
âAn hour,â you emphasize the last word. âHe thought he had been stood up.â
John laughed at the manâs misfortune. The drive went on like that, trading stories back and forth until John pulled up outside of a pretty nondescript building with a large overhead door that cars typically went through. No cars would fit through this one though, the opening showed tables and decorative glass pieces.
âYou know I didnât ask before but what are we doing on this date?â You ask as you stare at the beautiful and intricate works of blown glass.
âWe are making some blown glass pieces. You can do an ornament for Christmas or a cup,â John steps from the car with a finger up to ask for your patience.
Appreciating the way he moves you watch him round the car. Smiling up at him as he opens the door you take the offered hand, sliding the fingers of your left hand into his. Entering the spacious building you look around at the orbs hanging artfully along one wall.
âHi guys, welcome in. Do you have an appointment?â A young woman with blonde beach waves greats you, eyes jumping straight to John.
You canât blame her, he is an attractive man, despite the funny facial hair decisions he makes sometimes.
âWe do, the couples hour under the last name Price?â
You almost didnât catch it but he tilted your hand to so she couldnât see your lack of ring. Smiling up at him he winks at you when he glances from the receptionist. Two small taps to your nose confirm your understanding.
âOkay, are you wanting to do an ornament or a cup?â The blonde asks in a slightly more subdued tone.
âCup for me, love?â
John turns to you.
âCup for me as well please.â
âOkay, you can pick up to two colors and whether or not you want a band on your cup. Al will be with you shortly.â
You pull John to look over your options. The date doesnât leave a lot of room for talking, but warm glances while standing at the furnace, slowly working with Al to keep the slug of molten glass spinning. Whoever decided on when to have newbies help with this process understood the lack of skill the average John would have.
Glad you avoided putting on make-up on Johnâs recommendation, you wipe at the back of your neck where sweat has started to collect. Once the cups were settled into the annealing oven, you did find stepping from the studio a startling refreshing experience.
âI had fun John. Thank you,â you infuse as much warmth and honesty into your words as you can manage.
He pulls your interlocked hands to his lips, dropping a kiss on the back of your hand.
âBonus is that I get to take you out again when they are ready for pickup,â he lifts both brows at you from under his hat.
âAll that means is I get to spend more time with you. What a hardship,â you roll your eyes as your sarcasm lands.
John scoops you close with a spin.
âCome on brat, letâs get you some food. I know you didnât eat enough today.â He nuzzles his beard into the space between your shoulder and chin.
You squeal and pull away, âHey, I resemble that remark!â
He smiles again, wide and full at you.
âGet in the car love.â
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When me and my friends were young (but not that young) our small hometown town somehow got the money to build a 1000ft long pedestrian suspension bridge. We were bored and found that if we grabbed the suspension cable at its lowest point and pushed and pulled it at the right frequency we could slowly build up oscillations in the bridge. You could feel the walkway swaying underneath us and see the movement in the main suspension cable. We would do this with several people with one person counting out the beat until the oscillations got so large that the suspenders attaching the walk way to the main cable started to slam into the hand rail and make a horrible clanging noise. Then we would all be scared, and no longer bored so we would stop.
While doing this I was aware of the differential equations describing first and second order resonance in elastic structures with and without dampening. I had studied several engineering disasters where cyclic loading close to some multiple of the resonance frequency lead to collapse of buildings and bridges. It is a small town and I was bored.
I am bad at transitions, and I would like to ask for advice/articulate something. Mostly to force myself to articulate thoughts I have never spoken about, and you do not have to read all this. Because it is very long and large parts of it are honestly pretty horrible. I have for some time been making a very conscious effort to not think about "my gender". Because I felt that there would be no use in thinking about myself through that lens. Telling myself that I can do whatever I want regardless of gender. This seemed to work for me except I find myself paralyzed. I cannot imagine myself in a romantic or sexual relationship. Romantic or sexual attention I receive feels like it is intended for somebody else. Even in situations that should be simple where attraction is mutual I feel confused and conflicted. As I write this I am wearing clothes somebody gave to me almost a decade ago, they have holes in them and I never really considered what they look like to other people. A couple times a year when I make budget or apply for a job etc I thin about the future but only ever a year or two ahead. This future blindness gets so bad I often can't even make plans for the weekend. I find myself looking at my reflection as if trying to find something wrong with my appearance but I couldn't put my finger on any specific flaw. I look like an attractive man, what else could I ask for.
I have recently allowed myself to think about this and I am not sure that it is helping. I realize now that being a man can be an exhausting constant effort for me, and that certain things that I have been doing can alleviate this pressure. When I wear my long hair down, I do not imagine that I have become a women, but the act of wearing my long hair down and shaving my entire face is not something I would do to look like the manliest man. This almost symbolic rejection of my internal drive to act as a man has a profound effect on me. Especially when I am alone I find this very calming, my mind is a little quieter, my breathing is a little deeper.
However in public this is often over shadowed by a new discomfort. My already ever present sense of danger in public is heightened. Around many men I feel physically unsafe, as if a threat of violence lies just under the surface of every interaction. Around women my discomfort around men and with myself seem to combine and I cannot shake the feeling that I will make them feel unsafe. Making women feel unsafe makes me unsafe and so on. All this is worse the more feminine I am.
My small symbolic gestures of femininity in private would seem to have no real downside. Their benefits seem to come into effect as soon as stop trying to look masculine. However in the perception of others I feel a pressure to appear either completely man or women. I now find myself trying to appear feminine and this might be worse. Outside perception of me feels completely beyond my control. Which is a good excuse for me to repress any thoughts or feelings about it. I want to accept that this is outside my control, and also that I desperately want to control it.
Some of things I believe about this view of me from the outside are not things I would ever want to put on anyone else. I have never seen a person that would look worse with some musculature, and have always found strong people aesthetically pleasing and attractive. I enjoy being strong, it practical utility, the sense of security it provides me, and as an accomplishment I am proud of. Yet at the same time I sometimes find myself revolted by my muscles. My size, my veins, my bones, nothing about them is wrong except that they are there.
I feel I need to juxtapose any feminine attributes against my masculine ones (one earring is allowed but with short hair. Long hair is allowed in a bun but with stubble). To appear as a feminine man and not a failed attempt at manliness. Is this my reaction to a societal pressure or my own misandry against weak men? I have no way of knowing. Similarly I feel that the only way to be extremely feminine or a woman would be to subject myself to sexual objectification, and infantilization ("femboys" are only feminine as long as they are somebodies fetish and because they are boys and not adults). Again I cannot say if this is my reaction to a societal trend or my own judgement on other people. Either way I cannot help but feel that this pedophilic degrading view of femininity and women is a moral sin I have committed. Yet what possible use could there be in applying a moral judgement on my own thoughts? I don't choose to feel or think these things. I don't want to wear booty shorts, or dress up like a princess. Do I think less of those who do? If don't subject myself to this degradation in exchange for femininity will it be because I have the self respect of a man? Or is it just cowardice.
I don't want to look like a trans women. I want what my grandma has. She is a matriarch. The varicose veins on her arms, her short hair, a raspy laugh, a double mastectomy, these things are just the type of women she is. She is a mother of mothers. She might not be asked to pray over the meal, but her wisdom is an open secret among those that are really looking for ruthlessly honest advice. She must enjoy wearing jewelry (or she wouldn't bother) but never seems to take it too seriously. When telling a story about how she fought a bear off her daughters or cracking a joke about how she will die any day now her womanhood is so effortless, so inconsequential, so in the background that it almost seems almost useless.
oh my fucking god lady just take the fucking estrogen
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Surety of Ghos-ti
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Pairing: Dominique Luca x pregnant!fem!reader
Summary: You are held hostage, and Luca and his team have to save you and your baby.
Warnings: angst, violence, threats of homicide, comfort/fluff
Word Count: 2.8k+ words
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âHondo!â Luca calls as he enters SWAT HQ.
Hondo stands immediately, his eyes wide as he asks, âSheâs in labor?â
âNo, man, and she wonât be for a while,â Luca replies with a smile. âI thought I was supposed to be the nervous, jumpy one.â
âGive it a few more weeks,â Deacon interjects. âIt gets easier after the first one, though.â
âWe ainât all like you, Deac,â Hondo teases. âWhat do ya need, Luca?â
â50 Squadâs serving a felony warrant with the Marshals in Santa Clarita, so Hicks wants us to be ready to pick up the slack.â
âThey better not go to Magic Mountain without me,â Street grumbles from the other side of the room.
âPriorities, Street,â Deacon reminds him.
âYeah, theyâre sorted.â
âI have to be at the party supply store before they close at 9,â Chris says. âAs long as our shift ends when itâs supposed to, I can let Rocker slide this one time.â
âYou donât have to do that,â Luca responds.
Chris turns to stare at Luca, and after a moment, he concedes and raises his hands. The team decided to throw you a baby shower, besides the one you had for friends and family, because you are part of 20 Squad, and youâve gained another family. Luca expected Annie to be the one who took the reins of the shower. He has seen how well you and Chris get along, so he shouldnât be surprised by her insistence on making the party perfect.
âWhen does she learn the gender?â Street asks. âIf itâs a boy, Streeter has a nice ring to it.â
âTheyâre not going to set the kid up for failure before birth, my man,â Hondo calls.
âHer appointment was supposed to be today, but the doctor had to reschedule,â Luca answers. âSheâs not sure she wants to know, though.â
âChris works for a niece or nephew,â Chris points out.
Luca laughs, then remembers that Hicks asked him to review a new strategy with Hondo and, despite his preference to continue discussing you, he focuses on work.
Los Angeles has every kind of store you could ever need, but when a new handmade baby goods store opens a few miles from your place, you know you must visit. Luca is at work, youâve done everything Chris allowed you to for the upcoming baby shower, and even though youâre 20 weeks pregnant, youâre restless. So, you gather your phone, wallet, and keys, then lock your front door and begin the short drive to the store.
The pastel blue façade welcomes you after you park, and you run your hand under your growing bump as you enter the store. A handwritten âCash Only; Sorry!â sign is displayed on the counter, and you mentally thank yourself for asking Luca to take you to the bank over the weekend. Heâs the best part of your life, the love of your life, and his insistence to help you prepare before giving birth has been a godsend.
âHi!â a smiling employee calls. âWelcome in, let me know if you need anything!â
âHello,â you reply. âThank you. Iâm just looking for now.â
âAwesome! Thereâs so much cute stuff in here, take your time.â
You smile, then trail your eyes around the store. Itâs larger than it looked from the outside, and you decide to start in the back corner and work toward the front of the store. Thereâs a small cart return area at the front of the store, likely from the buildingâs past resident, now blocked off with a sign that says, âWe got you, mamas. If youâre shopping alone and need assistance, let an employee know and weâll keep your stuff behind the counter so you can relax and focus on finding the perfect items.â
As you reach the back of the store, thereâs a corner filled with onesies and toes relating to parentsâ jobs. A pair of pajamas catches your eye, embroidered with a police van that reminds you of Black Betty and âRelax, my dad is a police officer.â You lay it over your arm, then laugh at the one behind it. With both secured, you continue walking around the store. The employee from earlier checks in with you as you walk past and graciously offers to take the items from your arms and hold them behind the counter for you.
âThank you,â you call as she uses a dry-erase marker to write your name on a plastic bin beneath the register.
âOf course!â she replies.
She waves to another employee, returning from somewhere, and you continue shopping. You look at some BPA-free bottles and specialty pacifiers rather than looking up when the bell over the door rings.
âWelcome in.â
You hear the strain in the cashierâs voice and shift your attention quickly, reaching for your phone when you see a man dressed in all black blocking the doorway. He puts his gloved hand against his hip as one of the women places her hand against the edge of the counter, her fingers underneath the lip. You assume she presses a panic button and stay behind a shelf as you click your screen to find Lucaâs contact.
âEmpty the register,â the man demands.
âOkay, okay,â one of the women mutters, opening the register and dumping a few bills and loose coins onto the counter.
âWhereâs the rest of it?â
âThatâs all. We just took most of it to the bank, we only have enough to make change.â
âOpen the safe!â
âDonât have one.â
The man jerks his head to the side quickly, then pulls a black gun from his waistband. You forget about texting Luca and press the button to call him instead. The man pulls his black cap off, running his fingers through his hair. He turns toward you after his arm falls out of his peripheral view, suddenly aware of your presence.
âWhat are you doing over there?â he yells, aiming the gun at you.
You raise your hands quickly, but not before setting your phone behind a bottle on the shelf and praying Luca answers. âI was just shopping,â you answer as you step away from the shelf.
âGive me your money, too!â
You swallow as you pull your wallet out, then hand over the cash you have. The man holds the gun on you with one hand as he counts the money with the other. He sighs, then backs toward the door. He twists the lock until it clicks and flips the sign on the door to say Closed.
âThis isnât enough,â he says as if heâs having a normal conversation and not threatening lives over less than $500. âWhat are we going to do about that?â
âWhat about a bottle warmer?â Street asks, scrolling through a baby registry on his phone.
âGot one,â Luca answers without looking up. âI told her to make her own registry.â
âTowel warmer for Mom?â
âI bought her one,â Hicks interjects. When the team turns toward him, he shrugs and says, âNew moms need comfort and new things, too.â
Luca smiles and shakes his head as his phone begins ringing. âSpeaking of new moms,â he murmurs before answering the phone. Luca doesnât hear anything, so he repeats your name several times. Just before he hangs up, he hears muffled speech.
âWhatâs up?â Tan asks, noticing the concern on Lucaâs face.
Luca gestures for him to be quiet, places his phone on speaker, and turns it up.
âI was just shopping,â you say, your voice growing quieter like youâre stepping away from the phone.
âGive me your money, too!â a man yells.
Hondo reaches across Lucaâs chest and mutes the microphone to ask, âWhere is she?â
Keeping the phone call connected, Luca navigates to your contact and reads your current location so Street can type it into the computer.
âHome Grown Baby, itâs a handmade baby goods store,â Street says. âThe silent alarm was activated less than a minute ago.â
âMaybe you should put the gun down,â another woman says. âWe can help you.â
Someone screams, and you plead, âStop, stop.â
Hicks raises his own phone to his ear, whispering hurried commands. âI called off local PD. Thatâs a hostage situation. Luca, if you need to sit this out-â
âIâm good,â Luca assures the team. âLetâs do this.â
âLuca,â Deacon calls, stopping him on the way to Black Betty. âYour girl, your unborn child⌠heâs going to try to use them as insurance, a surety that things stay in his control. We need to you think with her if this is going to work.â
âYeah, for sure,â Luca answers, letting his training override his emotions. At least until he gets to the store.
You hold a hand against your stomach as you sit beside the employees, tucked under the front of the counter as the armed man paces before you. Glancing over, you see that the woman who returned from the bank, Elizabeth, is looking better. He hit her over the head with his gun, but her color is returning, and the blood on her temple is drying.
âIs-" the other woman, Jane, begins. She stops when the man turns toward you. When he turns away again, she whispers, âAre you really with a cop?â
You nod once and squeeze her hand in a silent promise that your cop, your love, your Luca, will get everyone out of this building alive.
âGuns blazing,â Hondo suggests.
âI doubt heâll like that,â Deacon argues. âHe clearly wants to be in control based on the phone call.â
âThey havenât spoken since he made them sit,â Street adds, Lucaâs phone pressed to his ear. âNot loud enough to hear at least.â
âWe canât risk spooking him into hurting anyone,â Luca agrees. âTry hostage recovery, talk him down, then go from there?â
âThirty seconds,â Tan alerts from the driverâs seat. âLights and sirens?â
âLights only,â Hondo answers. âPark right outside the door, I want him to see us.â
Hondo takes a deep breath, then stops. He passes the phone to Deacon and nods once. Deacon dials the store number and waits for an answer as he trades places with Street to sit in the front.
âHello,â he says after a moment. âIâm Sergeant Deacon Kay with LAPD SWAT. Who am I speaking to?â
âHowâd you know I was here?â the man demands, in stereo for Street, listening to Lucaâs phone and Deaconâs call.
âItâs a busy parking lot, someone got suspicious,â Deacon says carefully. âIs there something we should be worried about?â
âYeah, there is!â
âWhatâs going on, sir?â
âI need money! She took everything from me, I canât even see my kid and now Iâm going to lose my apartment.â
Hondo holds up his left hand and taps his empty ring finger. Deacon nods, then takes a dramatic breath.
âI get that,â he replies. âMy ex took all three of our kids, told the courts I would neglect them because of my hours as a cop. They- women take and take.â
âI need $1,200 but thereâs only $300 here!â
âListen, you come out, and Iâll help you with a plan to get the other 9.â
âNo, no, I walk out there, I lose it all anyway. That isnât how Iâm ending this.â
âThe women in that store didnât do anything wrong, Mr.?â
âKirkfield,â the man says quietly. âKeith.â
âAlright, Keith, my nameâs David. I can help you, but not until I know the other people inside are safe.â
âI got a cousin whoâs in jail for assault and battery, he called this part ghos-ti, you know what this is, David?â
âNo, I donât.â
âItâs like the root for our word hostage. Iâve got three ladies in here unwilling to cough up the cash I need.â He raises his voice, likely so you and the employees can hear, and adds, âIf theyâd listened, Iâd be gone already!â
âKeith,â Deacon begins.
âNo, Iâm thinking you donât get it either. So, remember next time you call without my money that ghos-ti also sounds a lot like a dead baby.â
Lucaâs eyes widen as he grips the non-lethal gun across his chest. Hondo informs them they canât get the money quickly, and Street shakes his head to communicate that Keith isnât talking.
Suddenly, Deaconâs phone rings again.
âChange of plans, Sergeant,â Keith says. âTen minutes, or I start shooting.â
âThat wonât-â
The line beeps, and Luca tightens his jaw as Hondo begins brainstorming a plan to get inside.
You hold your hand against your mouth, growing nauseous from the stress of your situation, pregnancy hormones, and hunger. Itâs been eight minutes since Keith gave Deacon ten minutes, and you know that the team is working to get inside if theyâre not already.
âWhat are you doing?â Keith asks. âMove your hand.â
âIâm getting sick,â you explain before pressing your lips together.
âSheâs pregnant, her blood pressure is probably too high or her sugarâs dropping,â Jane says. âI have snacks in my bag behind the counter, please just let me-â
Keith fires one shot into the wall, and you drop your head to cover your ears, fighting the rolling sensation in your stomach.
âHold,â Hondo commands after the shot. âStreet?â
âHe-â Street looks toward Luca. âHe was talking to her, and one of the women asked to get her a snack. No oneâs talking.â
âStay here,â Hondo tells Luca.
âAbsolutely not,â Luca argues. âWeâre wasting time, Hondo.â
Lucaâs chest tightens; he feels like taking a full breath would kill him, and this time, he canât rely on his training. He heard the shot but no screaming, so he has no idea what they are about to walk into. Maybe Keith shot on accident, or maybe thereâs a bloodbath. Regardless, youâre inside, and he will not sit on the sidelines.
They move silently through the back room of the store, pausing against a wooden door separating them from the showroom.
âIâll give you my credit card, whatever you want, just please stop,â one of the women pleads through tears. Street thinks itâs Elizabeth, and as they review the thermal scan of the room, he tries to find where your phone could be.
âHeâs pacing,â Tan says quietly.
âWhen he turns toward the front again, weâre breaching,â Hondo decides. âDonât give him a chance to get another shot off, Chris.â
âI wonât give him a chance to pucker,â she mumbles as she moves into position.
Tan watches the image, raising his fingers to countdown from three. Hondo pulls the door open, and Chris shoots Keithâs upper leg before he even turns all the way around. Luca calls your name, rushing toward the counter as his team finishes their job. When he sees you, your arms wrapped protectively around your bump, he drops to his knees and pulls you against his chest.
âHeâs cute,â the woman beside you â bloody woman Luca notices after â whispers.
You nod against Luca, carefully moving your arms to hug him. As you thank him repeatedly for coming, Chris and Tan haul Keith to his feet and take him toward an approaching patrol car.
âYou hid this well,â Street applauds as he extends his phone toward you. âThat microphone is nice, I should get one.â
âPriorities, Street!â Deacon yells from the back of the store.
âThank you for coming,â you tell Street. âI need to pay for my stuff and then- I actually need to get up first.â
Luca holds your arms carefully, and Street lays a hand on your back as you stand. Once youâre on your feet again, Luca wraps his arm around your waist.
âThese are so on the house,â Elizabeth tells you, passing two bags over the counter. âIâm going to the hospital with Jane but thank you for everything.â
âThank you,â Luca tells her, pulling the bags to his side. âNow, weâre going home.â
You smile and lean tiredly against Luca. As he helps you into the passenger seat of your car, Street runs over and hugs you. Luca shoves him away from the back door before sitting in the driverâs seat and sighing.
âIâm so glad youâre okay,â he tells you, holding your hand against his thigh. âI love you.â
âI love you,â you reply.
âIsnât it cute?â you ask, spreading the police van onesie over the table before you.
âNot cute enough to risk you getting shot at,â Luca mumbles against your temple. âBut very cute.â
âThen youâll really like this one.â
You pass the folded cloth to Luca, leaning harder against his side. He unfolds the onesie, reads it, and laughs. The sound feels like home, and as you curl up beside Luca, you know you and your baby will always be safe.
âProof my mom loves policemen,â Luca says after a few minutes. âThatâs funny.â
âAnd true.â
âProve it,â he requests, smiling as his lips brush over yours.
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Regarding prince!matt x maid!reader and Ik it nnn but⌠how did their first time go?? Like maybe they did it at night bend down on his throne or in the ballroom, I just wanna see if heâs got that game in him as a prince đđ
putting these both here since theyâre about the same thing.
I think darling and mattâs first time is actually really sweet and gentle, and not in the open because that could risk them getting caught and they donât want that.
Warnings : Smut, unprotected p in v (be careful), fingering, head (f!receiving), matt the much, missionary prince matt, soft sex, pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart), first time together (but not losing virginities!) and more?
It was late at night, matt had just gotten into his room for the night after running around and doing several things that were required of him. He was exhausted to say the least, walking over to his bed still fully dressed and flopping down on his back.
Darling was trailing right behind him into the room, closing the door behind her as she made her way and sat on the edge of his bed. Of course she had accompanied him the whole day â like she always did. It being one of the many things she was required to do as his maid. But, matt right off the bat didnât always have her do the things she was supposed to do.
Matt groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. âDarling, could you draw me a bath please?â he asked, sitting up on his elbows to look at her. She smiled, giving a small nod before walking off to his conjoined bathroom.
She quickly grabbed out his towels, laying them on the counter before she wandered over to the more than averaged sized bathtub â starting the water and turning it to hot. Grabbing a thing of soap, she poured some under the running faucet â the bubbles quickly filling out on top of the water as steam started to rise in the atmosphere of the bathroom.
Darling smiled to herself, making sure everything was perfect and in order before she left the room â going to get matt.
Her shoes pattered against the flooring, approaching Mattâs bed as she leaned over his body. âMatt?-â she whispered, seeing that his eyes were closed. But he hummed in response, peeking an eye open at her. â-uh your bath is ready..â she stated, getting ready to retreat and lean back. But before she could get very far, matt grabbed her â pulling her down on top of him.
He held her to his chest. âYouâre always so good to me darling..â he said, rolling over and pinning her beneath him. Her cheeks flushed, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. âI- jusâ doing my job.â she muttered, but they both knew it was more than that.
He hummed, smiling softly down at her. âUh huh, you sure?â he teased, and she just giggled nervously. He gave her on last look, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her temple before sitting up and climbing off the bed. She sat up on her elbows, watching as he walked toward the bathroom. But, before he entered â he turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder.
âYou cominâ darling?â he asked, opening the bathroom door widely while he waited for her response. She furrowed her brows, now sitting up and sliding off the bed herself. âComing? but i - i never go in there with you mattâŚto respect your privacy.â she mumbles.
He raised a brow at her, âYes wellâŚiâd like for you to join me this time if youâd like.â he says, turning now to face her fully. Her position remained by his bed, hesitating. âIâve made sure to make it clear that i wanted to be left alone for the night to everyone else â no one will bother us.â he reassured, holding his hand out in the air toward her.
She stared at him, and then to his hand â contemplating it. Sure theyâve never seen each other in less clothing beforeâŚbut â she took a few steps forward. Was she comfortable with it? she knew matt wouldnât make her do anything she didnât want to.
Before she could think anymore about it, she walked the rest of the way to him â slotting her hand in his. Matt smiled, tugging her into the bathroom with him and closing the door.
His hand slipped from hers as he made his way over to the tub, leaving her to stand over by the door. His hand dipped into the water â testing the temperature before he turned back to her. His eyes softened, âYou know darling, you donât have to stay â you can leave at any time.â He said, stepping close to her once more.
She could feel her cheeks heat up as his fingers brushed against her hand, his gaze gentle. But, she shook her head. âNoâŚno i donât want to leave â justâŚjust we havenât â you know..â she trailed off, and he understood what she was saying. âI know, but you wonât be judged babyâŚyou never will be.â he assured, guiding her closer to the tub.
Her heart fluttered, and she nodded. He stepped back and turned away, giving her space to undress herself â just as he did the same. When she was finished, she stood there, not sure what to do. âAre you alright darling?â she heard matt ask from behind her. âY-yeah..are you done?â she asked in return.
âYes â may i turn around?â he whispered, but there was no push in his voice â he wanted to make sure she was okay with this. âUhm â yeah..yeah you can.â she whispered back, feeling herself grow warm once more. She could hear mattâs feet move, and then the silence that followed. She started to grow nervous â there was only ever one other boy who saw her like this, but it felt different with matt.
His feet moved his body closer to her, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body against her back. With a hesitant hand, he placed it on her shoulder â gently turning her around to face him. When their eyes connected, she could see just how flustered he was himself. âYou look so beautiful darling.â he said, his hand coming up to brush her hair over her shoulder.
She couldnât keep her eyes on his, wanting to look anywhere but. Though, when her eyes accidentally flicked down â she quickly drew them back up, eyes widening. Matt chuckled slightly, âitâs okay baby, here câmon.â he said, holding her hand and helping her step into the tub. He got in after, setting into the water behind her.
They finally slipped into the warm water together, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest. She rested against him, her head tipping back to rest against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her back.
Though despite the warm water being soothing, she couldnât help but feel as though someone might just walk in at any moment. She wasnât supposed to be with him like this â they both knew the risks.
Matt ran his fingers through her hair, soothingly. âJust breathe-â he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. â-i promise you everything will be okayâŚno one is going to bother us.â and with that, she allowed herself to fully relax.
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As the bathwater settled, darling was the one who stood up first, carefully stepping out and wrapping herself in a soft, plush towel. The warm fabric was comforting, yet nothing compared to the feeling of matts gaze lingering on her. She glanced back, catching Mattâs eyes on her, his expression thoughtful yet unmistakably captivated. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, but she held his gaze for a moment before looking away.
Matt rose next and stepped out of the tub, mirroring her actions as he wrapped a towel around himself. Together, they walked quietly to his room.
It all felt â not real â somehow. Here Darling was, wrapping in nothing but a towel in mattâs room â the princes room. All while he is in the exact same position. Taking a bath together was one of the firstâŚintimate things they had done, besides kissing and touching and hugging.
Yes there were times that she would have non-innocent thoughts about matt, who wouldnât? But she never acted on them â not even when she could. She could feel the pull between them â he wanted it too, Matt could feel it.
She stood there at the foot of his bed, her back facing him as he walked out of the bathroom. She clutched her towel close to her chest, not really knowing what to do.
Before she got too deep in thought â Matt came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. âYouâre so beautiful darling, you know that right? iâll keep telling you until you know.â he whispered, bringing his face down to slot between her neck and shoulder, pressing a few light kisses.
She let out a sigh, tipping her head back. Theyâve never gone further than some daring touches here and there â always being too busy or not having any privacy. Itâs not like she didnât want to go further â she did, but she was nervous. Should she stop him?âŚor does she want to continue?
Mattâs lips continued to pepper kisses along her shoulder, moving closer to her neck. She hummed â itâs now or never. Quickly, she turned herself around in his grasp, bringing her hands away from her towel and letting her arms wrap around his neck. Her towel now falling and pooling around her feet.
Mattâs breath caught, glancing down at her now exposed body â as if he didnât see it a little bit ago. His hands found her hips, squeezing them as she leaned up to try and capture his lips with hers. But, leaned back â looking into her eyes now, and she pouted.
âMatt..â she whined softly, and he just shushed her. âAre you sure you wanna go further?â he whispered, groaning softly as she leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his collarbone. She nodded, âPlease..we may never get another chance and â iâm ready, i want you baby..â she said, her words muffled against his skin as she continued to press her lips to him.
âFuck darlingâŚokay-â he cut himself off with another groan, her teeth nipping his skin. Sheâs never heard him swear â and it made heat pool in her stomach â she wanted to hear it more.
She leaned away, looking up at him through her lashes. She wasnât nervous anymore â no â she was excited. Matt looked down at her, smiling as his hands left her hips, tugging the towel free from around his waist and letting it drop to the floor as well.
Immediately, her eyes looked down â admiring how he looked, not getting a chance to earlier due to her nerves. And she gasped softly as she took him in..he was beautiful. Matt smirked at her expression, placing his hands on her hips again which snapped her from his thoughts. Slowly, he started walking her backwards until he had her laying on his bed underneath him. Darlings back hit the mattress with a soft thud, her eyes beaming up at Matt.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips â it was soft and affectionate but full of passion. She whimpered into his mouth, her hands coming up to tangle into his locks of hair, tugging softly. Matt smiled, moving away slowly to trail kisses down her neck and between the valley of her breasts. His eyes peering up at her, asking for permission, her eyes were already looking down at him and she nodded.
With that, he moved his mouth to the right â pressing tender kisses to her breast before taking her nipple into his warm mouth, his eyes closing. She moaned at the sensation, her hands gripping his hair tighter as he swirled his tongue around her nub. âAh - Matt..â she moaned breathlessly, pushing his head closer to her â like she couldnât get enough.
His eyes opened, pulling away with a soft pop, âYeah darling?â his voice was rough now â the sound making her shudder. âP-please..need you..â
And â how could he ever say no to her? He hummed moving down the bed more as he continued to look at her. âDonât worry baby..weâll get there soon. Jusâ let me make you feel good, yeah?â he said, his hands being placed on her thighs before spreading them wider than they were before.
She whined, nodding her head in agreement. His stomach laid flat against the sheets, the hands on her thighs hiking her legs over his shoulders. âM-matt?.. oh-â before she could say anything more, his mouth attached itself to her pussy â his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking softly as a free hand came up to run through her wet folds.
He groaned as her wetness coated his fingers, the vibrations making her moan louder than she intended to. Mattâs fingers teased her entrance as his tongue started to swirl patterns on her bundle of nerves.
Darlings fingers tugged at his locks, pulling his face deeper onto her. âPlease..p-pleaseâ she muttered â she doesnât know what she was asking for, but Matt seemed to have gotten the memo. His fingers stopping their teasing as he slowly slipped one in â her hips rocking forward.
Matt continued his ministrations, moving his fingers at the right pace â curling them to hit that sponged spot inside her walls. Her legs closed around his head â grinding against his mouth and fingers. âBaby..â she moaned in a warning, the pressure building slowly in her lower stomach.
Matt smirked, slowing down his tongue and fingers before stopping completely â pulling himself away despite the hold she had on him. She whimpered at the loss of contact, trying to pull him back. âW-wait..no-â she started, but he cut her off softly.
âShh darling, gonna give you what you want now, yeah?â he said, moving himself onto his knees â looking down at her. And â she looked absolutely breathtaking. Her hair sprawled around her and disheveled, her face flushed and dazed â she was so beautiful.
He leaned down, hovering himself above her. One hand being place by her head on the pillow as his other grabbed her leg softly, bringing it up to rest against his hip. âSo pretty my love.â he whispered, and her face flushed more.
Matt leaned up again, taking the hand by her head and reaching down â grabbing his hard cock. He lined it up to her entrance, looking up at her once more. âAre you positive darling? If it gets to be too much we can stop at any point okay? all yâgotta do it tell me.â he said, wanting to be absolutely sure this is what she wanted.
âIâm sureâŚi want this â i want you-â she started, reaching her hands up to rest against his chest. â-go slow please.â she whispered, and he smiled. âOf course.â he said, leaning back down to capture her lips in another soft kiss. His hips moving forward at the same time â pushing past her wet folds.
Darling gasped, the sound turning into a breathy moan against his lips. âAh-â she breathed, her hands moving to his back, nails digging into the flesh. âFuck..doinâ so good darling â so good for me.â he moaned as he pulled away, pushing slowly until he fully bottomed out.
When he did, He stopped, waiting until she could tell him it was okay to move. When her glassy eyes looked at him and she nodded â he started to move, grunting at the way her walls sucked him in. He stayed close to her â his breath fanning over her face in pants as her did the same.
âsâgoodâŚfeels sâgood Matt.â she whined, digging her nails deeper into his flesh. He nodded, bringing his face to her neck. âY-yeah?-â he moaned as her walls squeezed him. âyâfeel so good darling, so pretty baby â s-so good fâme.â he praised, his hips keeping their slow pace as she requested.
The pleasure coursing through her body was unimaginable..it felt so â good. He was gentle, making sure to not hurt her â he wanted this to be good for her. Eventually, the slow pace wasnât enough.
âMatt â baby please, move â move faster.â she panted against his shoulder. Pulling away from her neck, his hips picked up pace â not too hard but just enough. The new speed made her head tip back against the pillow, sparks flying up her spine. Her mouth agape as little sounds escaped â Mattâs hands holing her close to him as he continued to move his hips.
âCâmere darling i-â he muttered, reaching a hand up to her face and tilting it back to his. His lips crashing against hers â desperate, hot, and sweet. She returned the kiss, the knot in her lower abdomen from earlier returning as she panted into his mouth.
Pulling away, she whined â hugging Matt closer to her. âMatt â mâgonna..gonna cum â please..â and he nodded. âMe too darlingâŚwhere â where should i?..â he groaned, his release fast approaching.
âIn me, sâokay p-promise!-â she squeaked at a particular thrust of his hips, her head throwing back, his tip grazing the spot inside her. Tears started to spill over her waterline â but they werenât bad â they were good.
She babbled incoherent words, looking back at him as she grabbed his face and kissed him again. âShit â MattâŚcoming, ha-â and the band snapped, her release rippling through her body as she mewled. Her lips still attached to his, kissing him like her life line. âLove you, love you, love you.â she chanted over and over again.
The words seemed to trigger Matt, his teeth nipping her bottom lip as his hips stilled â spilling himself inside her with a moan. âI - love you too.â he moaned, pumping himself inside her until he came to a stop, his lips detaching from hers after he kissed her one last time.
Their breathing was ragged, bodies sweaty as Mattâs forehead rested against hers. After a moment, he moved, slipping free from her and rolling to the side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to himself â pressing a kiss to her forehead. âDid so good baby..so proud of you.â he whispered, and she smiled through the haze, muttering a âthank youâ as she started to grow tired.
Matt noticed, smiling down at her as he slowly got up from the bed â moving to the bathroom as he grabbed a warm rag and some fresh clothes of his own to slip on her. Slipping back into the room, he made his way over to her and cleaned her up. Slowly moving the rag against her sensitive core, making sure she was clean.
He helped her into his clothes, slipping back into bed beside her â tucking her against his chest. She was almost asleep, her chest rising and falling with soft breaths.
âI love you so much.â was the last thing she heard from him before she drifted off to sleep.
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Hello! Can I request full nsfw alphabet with jade? Afab and fem reader too please. Thank you!
đJade is done as well (YAYYY!!!!) You're one of like six people to ask for him, but you were the first so I chose you. You're welcome. Anyway this isn't edited, and I feel like this doesn't need to be said, but Jade is like nineteen here in accordance to my rules. Anyway have a good day love you all <3
Jade NSFW Alphabet!
A = Aftercare: Jade is, and there is no easy way to put this, very fucking strange. Iâm not sure if itâs because heâs not from land (this hardly seems like an excuse, because Azul is fantastic with aftercare), but he is very weird about aftercare. Not in the fact that he doesnât do it, nor that he doesnât want to do it, heâs just⌠ritualistic about it. He has a routine set for it: First, he ensures any marks will be very visible on you â if they are not he will fix that. Donât worry. Second, after you are nice and claimed, he will take you to his bathroom and make sure the two of you are nice and clean. He insists that you use his shampoo and body wash, and if you donât he pouts in that creepy way he does until you give in. Finally, he grabs you a set of matching pajamas he bought specifically for when you stay over at his, and you two cuddle and talk before falling asleep. You have to talk though, he wonât have it if you donât converse a little. It has to be just like that, or else he gets irritated and he will give you the silent treatment. Heâs petty.
B = Body Part: Starting with himself, I imagine Jade finds his hands to be his best asset. His fingers are long and slim, and he takes very good care of them. Nails are trimmed short and usually painted a pretty teal, but all around, they are rather pretty. They are a little calloused on the tips from his hikes, but itâs hardly noticeable unless they're scraping over your sides. With you, though, Jade has a very hard time choosing. Thereâs just so much to like! Itâs your ass, Jade likes your ass. Itâs just a lovely little thing to him, soft and round and perfect for grabbing, especially around others. Copping a feel in front of Azul and hearing that little squeak is such a satisfying sensation.
C = Cum: I have a feeling a lot of my Jade takes may be controversial, and this may be one of them. I think a lot of people imagine heâs a clean freak, which he is, but like⌠heâs not a germaphobe or anything. He lives with Floyd. With that being said, uhm, Jade likes it messy <3 Like dripping down the legs, staining the sheets, drawing on your skin kinda messy. His cum is also really unique, because of his origins. Itâs tinted like a blueish color, and itâs very thick. He doesnât make you swallow it usually because itâs hard to get down and thereâs a lot, always a lot. Itâs also salty because he has a high salt content in his blood. (Yes. It glows.)
D = Dirty Secret: Youâre not gonna like this one, I can tell you that now. Jade is an exhibitionist and does not care where he has sex, he just wants to have it when he wants it. (Heâs spoiled rotten). Heâd never fuck you in the busy rush hour at the monstro lounge, of course. The average customer shouldnât even think about seeing you in such a vulnerable state. However, he wouldnât mind if Floyd or Azul or some random person happened to stumble upon you in a storage closet. He doesnât want them to join, because heâd 100% cut their hands off if they touched you, he just wants to⌠assert to them his relationship with you. Yeah, thatâs all.
E = Experience: He doesnât strike me as very experienced, or like the type to even seek out sex outside of a dedicated relationship. So you are most likely his first sexual and romantic partner, not that you can tell. Heâs very attentive and exceptionally good at his job of pleasuring you. Even if he is bad, heâs a very quick learner, so he picks things up easily and fast for you.
F = Favorite Position: Jade likes control, so any position where he has full control over you and your body is heaven to him. He also likes to look at you, just to study your face and make you squirm under his gaze. So something like the valedictorian, where your legs are pinned out in a V, or pretty much anything where your legs are over his shoulder so you canât squirm as much. Big fan of the prone bone for the same reasons, though he doesnât like not seeing you.
G = Goofy: Jade isnât⌠goofy, per se⌠but he doesnât take sex super seriously. He finds sex to be amusing, especially human sex. Mer sex is different, less physical or intimate, so it's all new and exciting to him. He will absolutely chuckle and joke, but itâs always to tease you and make you all flustered. So yes? Kinda? Not really though.
H = Hair: We know Jade is well-groomed. He keeps it nice and short and shaved, just a little tuft of teal, mostly for asthetics.Â
I = Intimacy: Heâs not typically all that romantic during. Like I said before, sex is mostly a fun, interesting thing for him. Sure he likes you close and loves to watch your reactions but that's less of a romantic thing and more of a heâs a predator and youâre his prey thing. Still, he has his moments. Like when heâs about to cum heâll press his forehead to yours (or to your back) and whisper out that he loves you so very much and that youâre so amazing for him.
J = Jack Off: Like⌠never. 1) He doesnât have much of a sex drive to start. 2) Heâs only ever turned on by something you do, maybe just the thought of you. 3) If heâs ever in a situation where he is turned on and youâre not around or youâre busy⌠well you wonât be separated for long! He just doesnât like the act, unlike his brother, and especially doesnât like wasting his ahem seed when it would do much better inside of you.
K = Kink: Okay so Iâve already established heâs a bit of an exhibitionist, but heâs also a voyeur. Like, please get yourself off while he watches you struggle and whine for him, itâs one of his favorite hobbies. Heâs a sadist (obviously) and loves to see you squirm and uncomfortable (to the extent that youâre comfortable with, of course). He is also big into marking, no shit, heâs so possessive it would be insane if he wasnât into marking you up. Iâm gonna be honest, and again people may hate me for this, but heâs probably into Consensual Non-Consent so long as the two of you set up firm boundaries and safe words beforehand. (Heâs a sadist, but heâd never fucking hurt his partner. His mama taught him better than that.)
L = Location: His favorite place is obviously his bedroom. Seeing you on his sheets is just a sight that cannot be beat. But other than that⌠anywhere with a little risk. Storage closets, the bathrooms, hell heâs even fucked you on Azulâs office couch. Pretty much down with any place so long as he can keep you nice and hidden if you do get caught. (Lord help the guy who gets a peek at you naked).
N = No: Thereâs not really anything Jade hasnât thought of trying. One thing he ruled out very quickly, though, was sharing. Heâs not a fan of sharing things, especially not things as cute and precious to him as you. So if you ever suggest it, heâll probably kill the person you were considering bringing in.
O = Oral: He is big on receiving, sorry gang, heâs not big on giving. The sight of your lips wrapped around him, drool and cum dripping down your chin, itâs like a dream to our little freak. When he does give though, heâs pretty damn good. I mean, all it takes is one or two times and heâs got you down like a book. Be careful, though, heâs known to nip if you squirm too much.
P = Pace: Jade is pretty slow all things considered. While sex is fun for him, he loves making things slow and incredibly excruciating for you. Do you want to cum? Too bad, Jadeâs adamant about slowly pulling out inch by inch just to slowly slide in the same. Sometimes, though, heâll randomly swap to a bruising pace just to see how you react.
Q = Quickie: If it isnât obvious by now, yes heâs into quickies. Theyâre not his favorite, okay, he likes to take his time⌠but if he wants sex heâs gonna get it, even if it has to be fast. Besides, the thrill of nearly being caught is enough to make the experience all worth it for him.
R = Risk: Duh. Yes, Jade loves risk-taking, and heâs willing to do anything (except share) once to see how you both like it. All you have to do is ask, talk it over, and then youâll try and implement it.Â
S = Stamina: Jade can go for a really long time, but once he cums heâs pretty much out of commission. Heâs so good at self-control, but keeping himself from cumming takes a lot out of him, so once he does he canât go again. Usually, the two of you have one really long round, then itâs all tending to each other and sweet words until you knock out.
T = Toys: He does! I donât think heâs the biggest fan of them, but if he really wants to stretch things out heâs 100% bringing out his toys. Theyâre all designed to aid in pleasure, but not allow you to cum, and theyâre all remote-controlled. He likes to stuff you with one and send you on your way so he can mess with you throughout the day.
U = Unfair: I donât need to answer this. (See all of the above lol)
V = Volume: Jade is quiet, he doesnât make much noise if any at all. Heâd rather hear your voice, so he keeps himself to a minimum. Youâll hear a few sighs and purrs of pleasure, but thatâs all youâll get other than his comments about how cute you are under him.
W = Wild Card: He likes being marked up too, but he wonât tell anyone that. He doesnât want anyone else to see the marks, because to him theyâre his own little trophies of being a good partner, but he loves them.
X = X-Ray: Jade is average, about 5.8 inches flaccid and 6 inches hard. Itâs really pretty though, pale like him and his tip is flushed a baby pink that could make you jealous. Heâs thinner than most, and it doesnât have many veins.Â
Y = Yearning: His sex drive is actually rather low, there isnât much that turns him on outside of you, and itâs rare that he gets turned on in the first place. Usually when youâre being particularly argumentative or cute, he starts feeling a little hot and bothered. Z = Zzz: Heâs usually tired afterward, but like I said he needs his little chat. So he doesnât fall asleep fast at all, usually able to keep himself up to take care of you and himself.
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a/n- finally finished this draft from 11 months ago. (yeah I suck ik) but then I didn't really finish it bc the ending is a tad abrupt. but that's just kinda how I am. this is a cute lil angst/comfort fic featuring felix (my beloved) very sfw and gn reader. enjoy and feel free to stop by my inbox with requests!! happy reading beloveds <3
Long distance was never easy. You both knew this when you started dating. But Felix was convinced you could make it work.
You met him accidentally. Spending a semester in Korea was turning out to be a more lonely experience than you ever couldâve imagined. You often found yourself counting down the days until you could leave. But then you met Felix, and all of a sudden, you wanted to stop the clock.
But unfortunately, freezing time wasnât a skill you possessed. So as you packed your final items in your bag you thought about the first time you met him.
It was a warm day. Sun was shining occasionally through the clouds as you leaned your head against the cafe window. Today was going terribly. You were late to your classes because you overslept and then your professor was kind enough to let you know that you were one bad grade away from falling the semester. Not even your favorite green tea latte could brighten your day. Until he asked to sit with you. And all of a sudden you didnât need the sun . he shined brighter than it ever could. Smile sparkling in the light of the cafe. He was gorgeous, so of course you said yes.
Laptop open you tried to concentrate on your lecture notes but the way he smelt was distracting. Consuming your inner monologue, oranges, and vanilla swirl together in a strikingly pleasant way.
His fingers waved in front of your face snatching your attention. Apparently, he had been talking to you for the past five minutes while you were absorbed in your thoughts about him. Laughing when you gave him a confused look. You had no idea what he had just said. It didn't seem to bother him too much. Restating himself with a smile on his face. His teeth were perfectly white and straight. Did he not own a single flaw?
But that was five months ago. In those months you fell in love with everything that was Lee Felix. You had never known a love so warm and positive. With his help you fixed your grades, even making the dean's list. He took you around Seoul showing you sites you never would've visited on your own. Meeting his friends who welcomed you with open arms. You felt so accepted. You weren't alone anymore.
Zipping up your last suitcase you had five minutes to say goodbye to your apartment that held so many memories for you. The kitchen where you shred your first kiss. That same day you burnt a batch of cookies together. More your fault than anything, but Felix didn't make you feel bad for it. Even taking a bite out of one to make the smile return to your face. The door you crossed so many times with him in tow. Body on body as you fumbled your way to the couch. Laughing when he tripped on the rug.
It was all over, for the foreseeable future at least. Your visa expiring forced you to leave behind the only love you've ever known. Felix wasn't even able to see you off at the airport. He had a strict schedule he couldn't stray from, not that you would let him. He had already done so much for you. You wouldn't risk his job just so you could have a few more moments of comfort. You weren't that selfish.
Stepping on the plane and finding your seat you wondered what would happen if you had never met. Would you be spared from the pain squeezing your heart with every breath? No. You don't regret him. You couldn't, not after all the kindness he showed you. Not after all the love
Closing your eyes, you lay your head back on the seat. The window blinds were closed so the sunlight wouldn't touch you. It reminded you too much of your own sun. Seats all around you filled up, but the two next to you remained empty, just reminding you of how lonely you were becoming again.
Suddenly you felt a dip in the seat beside you. Causing you to jolt up, ready to make room for the newcomer. When you looked you saw the familiar blonde that warmed your days.
"is that seat taken?" Felix asked with the biggest grin on his face. You quickly pulled him down into the seat and hugged him as tight as you could. Not believing it was really him. gently wiping tears from your cheek you didn't even realize were falling. He hushed your cries as he pulled you close.
"I convinced the company to let me work from home. So I can follow you anywhere. You didn't think I was seriously going to let you leave without me were you?"
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So I absolutely love all your thoughts and ideas about a fem Stan, but what about a fem Ford? I feel like that could also be a really fun dynamic. Stan trying to be the man and protecting fem!Ford from bullies, but is really just entirely wrapped around Fords fingers. And then! The jealousy could come into play in other ways! Like Stan starts dating someone and Ford is pissed about it so she leaves a lipstick mark on his collar or subtly sprays him with perfumes so that Stans partner thinks he was cheating and leaves him. And the obsessionnn. Imagine her stealing Stanâs shirts and sleeping in them just because they smell like him. Or staring at him while he sleeps and sketching him in her personal diary (though letâs be real, canon Ford did that too lol.) Anyways, I also like the idea of all of these pent up feeling finally coming out and her just riding Stan until he canât think straight and her being like âthatâs right, youâll never have it this good with anyone else.â Idk. Thoughts?
Hello new friend! Thank you for enjoying my thoughts and ideas about fem!Stan, and for now kickstarting a conversation about fem!Ford too! I have a lot of thoughts. So many, in fact, that before moving to the shippy part, I need to focus on Ford alone, first. What would differ, was he born a girl. Quite a lot. Iâm gonna be blunt. All things Ford had been oppressed by, in canon, would hit ten times harder, if he was a girl. Take academic ambitions, for example: Iâm not saying that fem!Fordâs extraordinary intelligence wouldnât had earned her praise. I just doubt she would had been encouraged to pursue higher education, and convert her studies into a career. A jewish WOMAN into STEM? Back then? I donât think any of her teachers suggested she shoots for a prestigious university- why give her and her family unrealistic expectations? Ma and Pa would had been happy to have a smart, studious daughter, but Iâm sure the idea to invest into her studies would had been up to debate, if not shot down immediately: to spend that type of money, when her likely future job would be either high school science teacher, or museum curator- would had been a pointless waste, to someone like Filbrick Pines.
To be honest, I think teen fem!Ford would had rather been encouraged, by her parents, to attend professional classes instead, something like a typewriting course- in order to find a stable secretary job, for example, after high school. Can you imagine, someone with Fordâs potential, being told âWell honey, at least you can put those extra fingers to a practical use, if you learn to type very fastâ? Can you imagine how UTTERLY humiliated fem!Ford must had felt, all the time? Just like Ford, I think sheâd be perfectly aware what a genius she is, and how drastically sheâs been underestimated. And yet, sheâd have to take in consideration the evidence: it doesnât matter how great her mind is. They are right, thereâs no place that would want her. The only person that would root for her, ever the dreamer, would be Stanley. Heâd just take her hands, wipe her tears away, and promise, with naive, granitic certainty, that he will find a way to help her. His plans would range from completely unrealistic and cartoonish (âYa could invent a machine that turns me into a brainiac, and once Pa send me to that tech uni ya like, Iâll sneak you in the classes, and youâll take my place!â), to painfully sweet, albeit still unrealistic (âIf Pa doesnât want to support ya, Iâll take two or three jobs and pay for your studies and stuff myself!â). Stanley would look at his sister with bright eyes, and a huge optimistic grin, stating that sheâs the smartest gal that ever existed, so thereâs NO WAY she wonât become some posh scientist and prove everyone in Glass Shard Beach wrong. Every time Stanley would pull his stupid, naive, adoring Protector Knight acts, fem!Ford would feel so angry at herself for blushing, and for her heart-rate speeding up. Because itâs so intoxicating to be believed in, but she canât afford to fall for Stanleyâs overly-hopeful view of her condition, and she canât afford to fall for him either. And this brings me to yet another point I wanted to make: self-esteem, and societal expectations.
If canon Fordâs hands got him bullied, and classified as freak- for a girl, they would had also been a mark of ugliness and considered remarkably un-feminine. I bet F., as a little girl, suffered a lot for having more in common with the grotesque antagonistic creatures of her favorite books, rather than the princess. And Iâm sure EVERYONE around her didnât fail to make her notice too. In subtle ways, sometimes. Like her mom suggesting she gets ear-rings, for her birthday, rather than bracelets, because it would be best not to concentrate more attention on those, right? Even if teen fem!Ford would act aloof, as if she didnât care anymore, sheâd be so self conscious about her large palms and extra fingers- so unfeminine and gross- sheâd fantasize about chopping them off quite often. If Stanley hadnât happily held her hand throughout their childhood, and âmade funâ of how tiny her hands look in his large ones, as teenagers, maybe she would have, in a fit of self-hate. Thing is, fem!Ford would hold grudges and set secret standards in her head. Itâs not like she thinks sheâd never be able to get a boyfriend, despite her hands: she doesnât look horrible, sheâd be pretty, even, if she cared for her appearance like her moms begs her to do- but F. wouldnât be able to suppress the burning conviction that âNo other man but Stanley deserves meâ. Other men may want her despite her hands, but Stanley was there since the beginning, telling her her hands make her more special than any other girl, like she was magical, like she belong in the fairy tales book she used to read aloud to him. What a stab to the heart, then, that she canât have him. Not only because they are siblings, but because, just like you said, Stanley would date someone else. Carla, and some other stupid bitch that F. would need to get rid of, because they donât deserve Stanley like she does neither! I love all the strategies you listed, to âmark her territoryâ and push other girls away!! I love toxic, jealous girlies!! I donât condone Fordâs yanderism, but fem!Ford has my blessing. She can be a creep, as a treat. As for the part you mentioned, about fem!Ford snapping and riding Stan- YES I also agree, AND Iâd like to add to it. In this AU, Stanley isnât a misogynist in the classic sense: he doesnât consider his sister an inferior at all. But⌠he would not be immune to absorbing the Madonna-whore complex:Girls like Carla- he can fool around with, because they are that kind of girls. Promiscuous, slutty- bad girls. But his sister is different. Sheâs so virtuous, so smart- his pure, innocent little sister. Stanley would NEVER lay a finger on her. Yes, he may admit to himself he is in love with her, which is also horrible, but at least he would never, ever sexualize her. Cue Stanley playing dumb, or finding excuses to weasel away, whenever fem!Ford flirted with him, or even made clear advances- during the entire length of their teenage years. Until fem!Ford just. Decided she couldnât take it anymore, stripped naked, slipped into Stanâs bed, and grinded and kissed his neck until he caved, lmao. I have even more thoughts, but itâs getting late, here. I must cut the yapping short, for now. Please, feel free to come chat again, and throw more ideas of your own at me! Thank you for this one, MMMMWAH, baci baci!
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Humans Are Weird/SpaceOrc: Nervous Laugh.
This was 100% already done but idc i wanna participate. So, you know the times where you laught or sing in the totally wrong moment (for exemple when someone get hurt or you get scared). Well i just love to think of how much freaked out the aliens would be upon seeing that.
All lights were off on the ship, only the emergency lights were barely functionning and won't be for long thank to the ship reactor being unable to provide much power. The Expedition Cruiser wasn't a war vessel despite its name, sure it had some Guns and turrets but those were mostly fitted for clearing out debris and asteroide, not to resist an ambuch from an unknown specie. But the worst part wasn't the attack from those other being, no it was that they were INSIDE the ship now, and killing the crew in an extremely cruel and sadistical way but Lieutenant Grex knew that already, he saw it happen and so did the Human, and honestly he was worried for her. Human Leila wasn't on soldier duty, sure she had some basic weapon training and understanding but she was a scientist, she wasn't fit to fight and the situation couldnt be worse.
The both of them were roaming the corridor with caution until it happened, out of the blue Human Leila started singing calmy with some sort of maniacal laugh about the fact that they were "going to diiiie" or that she was "not liking this and going to shoot anything that move". Lt. Grex was used to civils freaking out but this ? If anything that was bloodlust, he already knew the fact that humans were great soldier and could be absolutely terrifying in fights, but he though that was only applying to soldiers ! As a training to do some kind of psychological warfare ! He certainly did not expect the civil to start singing about what atrocities she was going to do to those "weird ass lizards".
Suddenly one of the invaders showed up, probably tracking the song of her voice and before he could even react Human Leila sniped the lizardman accross the corridor in almost total darkness, a mix of fear and respect came in Lt. Grex mind, she was only armed with a civil laser pistol, how did she managed to do that ? With such aim !? Memories of the time where Human Leila had one of those "Human Rages" rushed in his mind, she wasn't someone to mess with. And then she started to laugh even more ! Saying how "scared she was" and how "in fact those guys are ass". Poor Grex wasn't understanding a single things, all that he knew is that he now have a bloodthirsty human going around doing better job than the elite force.
The light went back on, and through the speakers news of the enemy being defeated was announced, and during the little time between the first altercation and that Human Leila killed four other invador, laughing and laughing sometime even kicking the bodies telling them how much she got scared.. but was she tho ? She didn't miss a single shot and always killed them in one or two charges, Lt. Grex couldn't even do anything before they were dead and he took the opportunity of this mess ending to ask her.
Grex: What was that Human Leila ? Why didn't you specify you had those skills ?
Leila: Specify what ? It's the second time in my life i'm using a laser weapon.
Grex: This ! All this ! The laugh, the weird "singing" as you call it ! We only ever saw those in elite humans troops and now you take on five of those beasts !?
Leila: What do you mean "only elite troops" that's called fear ! And you probably have heard of adrenaline right ? Surely you have that's like the most known things about us.
Grex: Just a drug don't cause that ! You- you were acting as a bloodiust soldier going on a rampage !
Leila: Well that's because i was affraid, people tend to laugh in these situation even if its not funny, that's called nervous laught and we all have that.
Grex: YOU ALL BECOME BLOODTHIRSTY KILLING MACHINE BECAUSE YOU ARE AFFRAID !?
Leila: Yup !
And without a word she left, going back to her quarter to clean the mess, with a flabagasted Lieutenant in the corridor that was rethinking a lot of things about humans, and doing a little promise to himself to never ever scare Human Leila, under any condition. He will have to inform the higher ups of her abilities. "Deathworlder" he muttered to himself going back to check the mess and the casuality.
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pairing singledad! zach maclaren x nanny! female reader
summary after you find out youâre pregnant, you tell zach and prepare to share the news together.
this is a continuation blurb of this two-shot! requested by anon.
You impatiently check the time on your phone again. Itâs been fourteen minutes since you sat down in the private room at the doctorâs office.
Your eyes travel over the lockscreen photo from your wedding half a year ago. In the captured moment, Zach is holding Ella. Her left arm is around her fatherâs shoulders and her right is around yours.
Her poofy dress is sparkling under the warm banquet hall lights, her smile just as big as yours and Zachâs.
Youâd done a lot of happy crying that day, but a moment after the photo was taken, youâd never had tears of joy quite like this.
Ella had run off after the shutter of the photographerâs camera and Zach pulled you in by the waist, his lips soft against your cheek, murmuring just loud enough to be heard over the music and people dancing around you, âYou know what she asked me this morning?â
âWhat?â
âSince I get to call you my wife, if she can call you her mommy.â
You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tearing up as he held you tighter. She had just turned seven years old and still didnât talk about her biological mother all that much. She also hadnât called you anything other than your name.
Zach had told you heâd be comfortable with it if Ella grew to want to call you her mom. Youâd told him youâd be, too, but that you hoped she didnât think you were ever trying to replace anyone.
âReally?â you said, your hand over your heart. âWhatâd you say?â
âI said she can,â he replied. You pulled back to meet his eyes, beaming up at him, almost in disbelief that three years ago, youâd knocked on his door for the first time. You could have never known the turn your life would take.
âYou love her like sheâs yours,â he said, his eyes glossy, âand she loves you the same way. Iâm so happy she has you.â
You squeezed his hand. Heâd already reassured you many times that you werenât taking the place of Ellaâs mother or being a substitution for what she lost. Instead, youâre an addition to their lives.
âI canât believe how lucky I am,â he said. The tears he was trying to hold back fell from his eyes and he chuckled defeatedly. âWhoâs cried more today, do you think?â
âIâd say itâs even,â you said with a laugh.
The door opening pulls you out of the memory. You meet the doctorâs eyes, your heart thrumming.
You and Zach had been trying for a baby for four months now. You didnât even have to ask Ella what she thought about gaining a sibling. Sheâd been asking for one for a long time now.
After a string of failed attempts, you prefer not to tell Zach every time you take a test. You can see the disappointment in his eyes, no matter how hard he tries to hide it behind a gentle, âThe baby just wants to make us wait.â
A couple of nights ago, when the home test you secretly took showed two lines, you booked a blood test to be sure. The doctor starts her sentence with Congratulations and you exhale a shaky breath of relief.
ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ
Later that day, youâre folding laundry in the living room while Ellaâs at school. Zach gets home from an early practice and beams when he sees you, dropping his bag on the floor.
âHi, baby,â he says. âHow are you?â
âGood. How was training?â
âIâm getting old,â he chuckles, stretching his arms over his head. You laugh.
Zach had already decided that after eight years, this is his last season professionally playing. He was offered a position on the coaching team after he told his managers heâd be resigning. Heâs ready to slow down, to work a job that doesnât have such a high risk of injury, to have more time for his family.
He sits next to you, takes the t-shirt out of your hands, folds it and then puts it on the stack on the table so that youâre free to hug him. You giggle as he leans forward and pushes you back against the couch. Heâs hovering over you, his cheek pressed on yours as he hugs you, smelling like his body wash.
Zach lives for these simple moments. Getting home to you, holding you, grounding himself and reminding himself that this is what life is about.
âHey, howâs your day look six Mondays from now?â you ask.
âThatâs specific,â he laughs. âIâll have to check. Why?â
âIâd prefer it if you came to the ultrasound with me.â
He pulls back, searching your face in awe.
âWhat?â he whispers. âAre you⌠What?â
âI am,â you laugh, tears building in your eyes, stroking his soft hair.
âWhen did youâŚ?â
âThis morning,â you say. âI didnât want to tell you in case it came back negative.â
âIâmâŚâ Zach doesnât have words. He leans forward, gently pressing his lips against yours, shuffling quickly so he doesnât put any weight on you.
âItâs okay,â you laugh. âYou wonât break us.â
âUs,â he repeats happily, his voice cracking. He looks down at your stomach, gently putting his hand on you. âItâs okay that you made us wait,â he whispers to the baby. âI already know you were worth it. Are you being gentle with your mom?â
He looks up at you, a flash of concern washing over his awestruck face.
âIâm a little more tired than usual,â you say. âBut nothing crazy yet.â
âI canât believe it,â Zach sighs. He sniffles, his heart racing with happiness as his eyes fill with tears. âI canât believe it.â
âI know,â you breathe. âMe, neither. We can give her the book soon.â
Zach smiles. Heâd bought a childrenâs book a few months back about becoming a big sister for when it was time to tell Ella a baby was on the way.
Having known you for nearly four years now, he was already well aware of how pure your heart is. But the fact that your first thought is to tell Ella is yet another reminder of how youâve always seen yourself as not only sharing your life with him, but with her, too.
âGonna be hard not to do it right away,â he says.
âDo you have any idea how hard these last three hours have been?â you laugh. âI couldnât wait to tell you. But weâll share the news with her after the first trimester. To be safe.â
âOf course,â he agrees, cupping your face and pulling you in for another tender kiss.
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By the three month mark, your appetite has grown and fatigue has hit you hard. When the day comes to tell Ella, youâre bursting with excitement to tell her the news.
After dinner, you sit on the couch, already used to Zach quietly telling you to sit down and not do any housework.
Ellaâs doing homework at the coffee table as you help. You gaze at her as she concentrates on her writing and remember the four-year-old she was when you first walked into this house.
Sheâs nearly eight now and still has so many of the qualities youâd first noticed about her. Sheâs energetic and loves conversation and never hesitates to show affection.
Zach comes in from cleaning up after dinner and raises his eyebrows at you, discreetly holding the book. You nod to confirm youâre ready, nervous.
He sits next to you, taking one last moment to look at you and at his daughter, accepting that this is the last moment the three of you will have like this. His family is growing now, and it feels like his heart is, too.
âIs it two Râs? Or one?â Ella mumbles, the pencil in her hand. She looks up when you donât answer, too busy trying not to cry as you watch her. âAre you okay, mommy?â
âYeah,â you say. âIâm okay. Can you sit with us for a moment?â
Ella nods, running towards you. Zach stops her in his arms before she lands too close to you. You laugh, having already told him privately that sheâs never rough enough to hurt the baby, but he canât be too careful.
âI have a book for you,â Zach says, kissing Ella on the temple as she sits between you. âCan you tell me what you think?â
He hands her the purple hardcover.
âWhatâs it called?â you ask.
âBig Sisters Are The Best,â she reads. She curiously opens the page, gazing over the illustrations of a little girl with a baby.
âThank you,â she says politely. âIâll tell my friend Kaley about this book. Maybe she can borrow it. Sheâs a big sister.â
You chuckle, meeting Zachâs eyes. He rubs Ellaâs back and tells her, âYouâre going to be a big sister, too, honey.â
Ellaâs gaze darts up to him, then to you, then back again.
âReally?â she says. Zachâs face brightens with endearment, eyes growing shiny with tears.
âReally?â she repeats, looking at you.
âReally,â you say, putting a hand over your stomach. âThatâs why I keep going back for seconds at dinner lately. Thereâs a baby in here making me extra hungry.â
Ella stands up, unable to contain her happiness, jumping up and down in her spot a few times before wrapping you into a hug. You laugh as she wiggles in your arms.
Zach wipes his eyes, still unsure of what he did to deserve this sort of happiness. Itâs like heâs in another world, experiencing a type of joy reserved specifically for him.
âThis is the best day ever,â she says. âAnd youâre the best mommy ever and daddyâs the best daddy ever.â
âHe is,â you agree, looking at him with pure love.
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âYouâre such a girl dad,â you say amusedly when you go into Ellaâs bedroom.
Zachâs sitting on the floor as Ella adds what looks like the twentieth clip in his hair, while he holds Olivia, whoâs happily ripping up a piece of paper.
He smiles at you gratefully. Your one-year-old is exactly how Ella was at that age. Curious, smiley, and eager to make messes wherever she can. He knows youâre technically a blended family, but it has never felt like that.
âElla, can you do mine next?â you ask.
âAfter Olivia,â she says happily. âI told her sheâs next and I have to keep my promise.â
âOf course,â you say. âSheâs lucky to have such a nice big sister.â
âEbba,â Olivia babbles.
âElla,â Ella corrects. You laugh. It feels like yesterday, youâd just met her and Zach, and he was correcting her on how sheâd called him the bestest. Now, sheâs growing before your eyes, already so mature and well-mannered.
âBut Ebbaâs okay,â Ella says with a smile. She leans to give her little sister a kiss on the forehead, earning a giggle from her, clapping for more.
You sit on the floor next to Zach, squeezing his knee lovingly as your daughters laugh together. He takes your hand and brings it up to kiss the back of it.
âAnd to think,â you joke, âwe wouldnât be here if I bombed my interview.â
Zach laughs, shaking his head as he kisses your hand again.
âNo,â he says. âThis is how life was meant to be. You would have found us, no matter what. I know it.â
You grin at him, nodding in agreement.
Sitting here with his wife and daughters is the definition of destiny. Zach knows deep in his soul that he was always fated to be right here, with his heart split between three beautiful girls.
(the end)
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Iâm about to start fist fighting mfs in the mouthwashing fandom because everyone likes to give me shit when I say âCurly shouldâve thrown Jimmy in the cryopod when he learned about what he was doing to Anyaâ BUT NOBODY HAS GIVEN ME A VALID REASON AS TO WHY HE COULDNâT HAVE
âtHeY nEeD a cO-piLoTâ THEY HAD AN AUTOPILOT!!! One that seemingly worked pretty well too until SOMEBODY got his hands on it. Also you mean to tell me they had a gun on the ship in case of âunrest among crew membersâ but absolutely NO backup plan in case something happened to the co pilot?? I find that outrageously hard to believe.
âWhY WoUlD tHeY giVE tHe oNLy sUrviVAL pOd To a RaPiSt?â Iâm going to spit in your face. Iâve heard this argument so many times it has actually killed my brain cells. So in case this wasnât 100% clear for whatever reason my suggestion is that they would do this course of action *before* he crashed the ship when there were still (correct me if Iâm wrong with this number cause I donât remember the exact details) THREE working pods, not one. Ideally, Curly wouldâve done this as soon as Anya told him about the abuse but the second best time in my opinion wouldâve been when Jimmy went on the whole âkill everyone, leave us as martyrsâ rant. I donât give a single fuck what any of you dense motherfuckers say to me ever if MY FRIEND approached me and threatened not only my life but the lives of every single one of my coworkers Iâd charge tackle his ass into the pod myself, or at least bribe Swansea to do it.
âtHeY wOuLdnâT gEt pAiD fOr tHe JoB bEcAuSE OF ThE uNNeCeSSArY pOd UsAgEâ First of all, fuck you. Genuinely. Second of all, THEYâRE ALL FIRED!!! NO MATTER WHAT!!! INDUSTRY WENT BYE BYE!!! For all intents and purposes, that paycheck wouldâve been the filler between this venture and the next. Would losing that be absolutely devastating for some of the people involved? Itâs very possible. I donât know their individual financial statuses and Iâm not gonna stand here and argue âthey all wouldâve been completely fine without the moneyâ. But you know whatâs even more devastating than losing your financial safety net? LOSING YOUR GODDAMN LIVES!!! Also in general if youâre prioritizing your own financial interests over the health and wellbeing of the people around you, you are scum arguing for scummy shit and I reiterate my earlier âFuck youâ with an additional âgo to hellâ just for emphasis. I donât think a lot of people are making this argument because Iâm literally sourcing it from a few randos on tik tok but goddamn if your views align with these particular tik tok randos please for the love of god just block me cause I despise you and everything you stand for.
And like the thing I really want to get across with this entire rant is that I donât think Curly specifically was an awful person for not taking the absolute most drastic measures every single time Jimmy said some fucked up bullshit. But Iâm so so SO over the trend of people acting like he was perfect and there was absolutely nothing he couldâve said or done because Jimmy is this master manipulator who was pulling the strings the entire time cause I also think thatâs also total bullshit. I think there were a lot of opportunities to recognize the red flags and I am so fucking tired of this fandom acting like he couldnât have done something- LITERALLY ANYTHING to help.
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