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doc-pickles · 3 months

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sent to save me | sidney crosby (ch. 5)

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summary: sid and vivie get to know each other

warnings: none :)

author’s note: hi friends! so sorry this took FOREVER to write. i had a huge case of writers block but I'm back at it. hope y'all enjoy!

xoxo

nina

“Uncle Sid, Uncle Sid! Vivie is coming over today,” Sidney has barely stepped through the door of the Malkin household before Nikita is excitedly bouncing in front of him. “And her mommy is coming too!”

Geno appears behind Nikita, looking not the least bit ashamed that his son had accosted his best friend, “Niki, too loud. Eva is sleeping and mama won’t be happy if she wake up again.”

Nikita mumbles out an apology as he drags Sid into the kitchen. His coloring book and markers are set up on the island and Anna is puttering around getting things ready for lunch. She stops to press a kiss to Sid’s cheek and say hello before she goes back to cooking.

“How you feeling,” Geno asks as Sid takes the seat next to Nikita. “About Annie?”

“Good, fine,” Sid swallows thickly and keeps his eyes locked on his hands. “We, uh, talked last week. And we’ve texted a bit. She sends me pictures of Vivie. So it’s going… It’s going good.”

We also had sex four times in one night and I think I died, Sid adds silently.

“Look Sid, I know it hard after what Annie did, but you have new chance with Vivie,” Geno squeezes Sid’s shoulder just as the doorbell rings. “Your girls are here.”

Your girls.

Sidney scoffs at the idea that Annie could be his again but Vivie… Vivie was kind of his wasn’t she?

“Niki!”

“Vivie!”

Vivie and Nikita appear in the living room, a mess of giggles and stomping feet. Sid can feel his heart skip a beat as he takes in his godson and daughter, both enamored with each other.

When he tears his eyes away from the duo Sidney locks eyes with Annie who’s chatting with Anna. She stutters her words for a moment before waving at him and turning back to her conversation.

“Still got it even though you’re old man,” Geno chuckles and nudges Sid in the side. “Niki, Vivie! Come help Sid and me with grill. I give you candy before dinner.”

Vivie and Nikita’s excitement drowned out both Annie and Anna’s protests, leaving Geno to flash his wife a smirk as he leads the kids out to the backyard.

Sid has just gone to grab the burgers on the counter when Annie approaches him. Anna is nowhere to be found as Annie stares up at Sid with those wide green eyes he fell in love with.

“Hi,” Annie breathes out, Sid returning the greeting. “Listen… I want you to get to know Vivie but what happened between us last week was…”

“A mistake?” Sidney provides.

“No,” Annie smiles up at Sid, pausing before she’s reaching up and cupping his cheek tenderly. “Nothing with you could ever be a mistake. Maybe just… A lapse in judgment? Anyways, I think for right now we both just need to keep our focus on Vivie and take things slowly with her.”

Sid nods, but Annie’s hand pressed to his cheek is fogging his brain as he stares at her, “Yeah I… Yes you’re right. Vivie comes first.”

Annie nods and takes a step back and suddenly Sid’s cheek feels cold, like Annie’s hand had sparked something beneath his skin. He shakes the feeling off quickly and gestures towards the slider to the backyard.

“Gotta go help G,” Sid nods towards his friend who’s trying to start up the grill. “I, uh, yeah… Yeah…”

Sidney quickly escapes out the door, avoiding what had turned into an awkward conversation with Annie. He almost runs straight into Geno, who’s grinning broadly at him.

“You talking up Annie? Convince her you Prince Charming?” Geno teases, causing Sid to roll his eyes. “Gimme burgers, you useless. Go entertain kids.”

With a quick burger handoff Sidney is headed towards the play structure where Nikita and Vivie are chattering excitedly about everything and nothing. When they spot Sid both kids grin excitedly, as if they were waiting for him.

“Uncle Sid can you tell us the story about when you broke a window,” Nikita smiles at Sidney with a look he’s clearly learned from his father. “It’s my favorite.”

Sid rolls his eyes as he approaches the play structure where the kids are perched at the top, legs swinging as they sit side by side.

“I should’ve never told you that story, your dad is gonna have my head when you break one of his windows one day,” Sid ruffles Nikita’s hair before continuing. “I was probably about 10 and I was trying to teach my sister Taylor the best way to hit a puck.”

Vivie gasps and turns to Sidney, “Taylor is my middle name! I have an Auntie Taylor but I never met her before.”

The air around Sidney feels thin as he stares at Vivienne, his daughter, who shares his big eyes and his chin and looks so much like Taylor he doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the moment. Instead he steels himself and takes a deep breath before nodding and continuing on with his story.

“So I showed her how I hit the puck and mine landed right in the goal. And then she swung it so wildly that it flew over the goal and smashed a window,” Vivie and Nikita burst into fits of giggles as Sidney retells the story. “My mom was not happy with me.”

“But you weren’t the one that hit the puck,” Vivie’s brows furrow as she looks at Sid. “Why’d you get in trouble?”

“Because I knew I wasn’t supposed to practice slap shots facing the house,” Sid grins. “But I did it anyway.”

Vivie laughs and rolls her eyes, “You’re so silly Sid.”

His name rolling off Vivie’s lips has Sidney holding back the urge to rush forward and pull her into his chest. But Annie had asked that they take things slow and he wasn’t about to get on her bad side.

“Annie what do you like to do for fun,” Sid asks as he watches the kids color the wooden play structure with colorful chalk. “Nikita told me you went to science camp with him.”

Vivie thinks for a moment, tongue sticking out slightly in a way that reminded him of Annie, “I like to color and read lots of books and play with my Barbies and sometimes my mommy takes me ice skating. I asked if I could do the dancing skating class like Mia in my class at school but mommy said it was too expensive. So we just go to the rink and watch the skaters in the pretty outfits instead.”

Sid nods but his mind is already working, his gut twisting with a mix of guilt and sadness. Was Annie struggling financially? Didn’t she know she could come to him?

She would’ve had to tell you about Vivie first.

The thought leaves his mind as quickly as it had appeared. While he doesn’t understand it fully Sid’s already decided that being angry with Annie about keeping Vivie from him would do more harm than good in the long run.

“That sounds like a lot of fun, maybe I’ll take you and Nikita to the rink sometime,” Vivie’s eyes light up at Sidney’s words, a beaming smile on her face. “Sound good?”

“Yes yes yes! That would be so cool,” Vivie nearly shrieks and Sid has to hold back his laughter. “Nikita you have the coolest uncle ever!”

The praise warms Sidney’s heart and he thinks he’ll never forget this moment.

“Hey.”

Annie is washing off plates in the kitchen when Sid gets her alone. They’ve been surrounded by the kids and Geno and Anna all afternoon, but now he has the chance to speak with her openly.

“Hi,” Annie gives him a small smile as she places the last plate in the dishwasher. “What’s wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?”

Annie brings her fingers up to Sid’s forehead, softly brushing against his eyebrows, “You’ve had your eyebrows scrunched for the past 30 minutes, that’s your giveaway when something is worrying you.”

Sid sighs at the way Annie still knows him so well even after all their time apart, “Vivie was saying she wanted to take figure skating lessons.”

Annie’s face immediately falls, her hand leaving Sid’s face as she turns back to the sink, “Sidney-“

“You could’ve come to me at any time,” his voice has taken on an exasperated tone. “Annie, I would’ve helped you if you told me.”

There’s a pause as Annie braces her hands on the counter and takes a slow breath, “I can take care of Vivie just fine.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” Sid insists. “You’ve done an amazing job on your own. But I’m here now and I want to help you anyway that I can.”

“You want to help Vivie.”

“And you too Annie,” Sid’s voice is soft as he cups Annie’s chin to get her to look at him. “I want to help both of you. I’m not leaving or backing out of this, I’m all in.”

Annie blinks a few times before she nods and lets out a shaky breath, “I trust you Sid.”

“Thank you,” without thinking Sidney leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Annie’s forehead. “I need to get Vivie on the ice so I can send pictures to my mom.”

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likeadevils · 2 months

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I've seen people say she has a habit of choosing the wrong singles for albums. Aside from Lover, i think she's done pretty well in that area? What are your thoughts?

i dont think she's bad? but i think her single choice did lead people to view her as a worse songwriter than she actually is. especially lead singles were consistently the most frivolous songs on the album between for red, 1989, reputation, and lover. like for the general public that will only hear the lead and maaaybe second single, unless a later single blows up, it's just. financially lucrative but not gaining widespread artistic respect.

which i think is a big reason why she's blown up once a) she put all her songs on streaming and b) tiktok came on the scene. like, you're adding structures to throw fan favorite songs into the general public's face-- stuff that wouldn't have worked on radio, like enchanted or all too well, or stuff that just never got it's day in the sun like don't blame me or cruel summer. like, folklore and red tv where also massive turning points, but giving the general public actual, physical evidence of how good her deep cuts where across all her albums goes a long way, too.

(specific album thoughts under the cut)

i think debut and fearless have excellent single selection. speak now is a tricky album to pick singles for and i think she did the best that she could but was also just kinda cursed for that album.

red is weirder-- wanegbt is a perfect lead single, but i think it set off a pattern of like, frivolous lead singles that didn't end up in a good place. but on its own, wanegbt is perfect and i wouldn't give it up. i think begin again is a fascinating second single and i'm not sure i would make the same choice but i understand why she did it. in general the country singles off the album are a bit weak, to me, but then i wasn't immersed in country radio in 2012/2013 so i don't know what was popping off in the market. BUT i do think i bet you think about me would make a good touch back song, which is one of many reasons why i think it should have made the album. or hell, even throw in all too well, once you know you're leaving the genre in a couple months. just a big swing with a lot of artistic merit and nothing to lose. also holy ground should've been a single.

1989 is where i think the pattern starts-- at least for the lead single, not the rest of them, it's hard to go wrong with picking a single for 1989. but in terms of what to start with, shake it off is an interesting choice. like, i think shake it off is a necessary part of the story she's telling on 1989, but it doesn't gel with the rest of the production as smoothly, so establishing it as like, "yeah, shake it off, we've all heard it" goes a long way to smoothing over any little mental speed bumps. that being said, it's not the best song on the album, and blank space and style are, i think, the more natural lead single choices-- blank space especially establishes the "i don't care about my reputation" element of shake it off, but from a more cynical place that could be fun to build off of. also it proves that she's serious about the album being 80s pop

reputation is tough one. there's no song on that album can't be clowned on to hell and back, and there's no way the next taylor swift single wouldn't have been clowned to hell and back after 2016. i guess you could make a big swing and go new year's day, which isn't as meme-able, at least, but that's not what taylor was going for and it would have been false advertising. so like, i don't know. maybe don't blame me or i did something bad instead of end game. but i do like the story lwymmd -> ready for it -> end game -> delicate tells, i think it's neat. and even though it kinda ruins that story, you gotta go getaway car for the closer. like i get that negotiations with bmr had likely broken down and she didnt want to make them a bunch more money, but getaway car -> cruel summer is a once in a career album handoff. sonically, story wise, just. it all clicks

every swiftie on earth knows their opinion on the lover singles but i think anyone can admit that this was the album that really set in stone her reputation of bad single selection.

folklore is just a fun thought exercise, like you basically get one single. definitely one music video, and the cardigan music video is general enough that you can kinda click it into another song, so you can go as far as to say you get this music video, find the song for it. cardigan is very understandable and obviously not a Bad Idea, but with the benefit of knowing the fan favorites, august is just, kinda perfect? i think seven would've also really worked. but also its an Album, not a single, and i don't think a song could've ruined that

evermore is similarly fascinating. i think willow is just kinda meandering and hard to grab onto as a song, but it lends itself well to that music video she made and the music video is a good overview of the full album. that being said, i would've gone no body no crime-- i think you can make a really engaging mv of it without having two people in the same room together, which flows with covid regulations pretty well. or tis the damn season, but i admit that personal bias clouding things (but like? it functions as a christmas song, so you could get airplay in december! and it sets up the main storyline of the album!). but similarly to folklore, hard to drive down public opinion of this album with one single.

midnights solidly breaks the curse, to me. like there were songs on this album that would've set it off on the wrong foot, and then anti hero was the perfect song on every level. as for other singles, they shouldn't have done that to ice spice's verse. that was so mean why did they do that just have it be the beat that's on the rest of the song it works so much better

#asks*#this took so long but i was basically typing or thinking about it from like the minute you sent it so anon if youre still here i love you

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muiitoloko · 3 months

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heeeey,i love your writing!! i was wondering if you could post something related to being pregnant/ having a baby with harry hart?? ty!! <3

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for the request!

Title: Small Steps

Summary: A glimpse into the intricate balance of the Hart family as they navigate the challenges of espionage, parenting, and the heartfelt joy of shared moments.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: discussion

Word count: 4886

As the moonlight bathed the room, your one-year-old bundle of joy, Hadrian, stirred with the night's hunger. You woke to the sound of his cries, a familiar melody of baby demands that tugged at your maternal instincts.

You began to rise, your intention clear, but Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, gently caught your wrist. His voice, still hoarse with sleep, cut through the quiet room, "I'll go get the boy, love."

You didn't argue, your trust in Harry unwavering. You nodded, and Harry slipped out of bed, his movements fluid despite the late hour. You flicked on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow across the room as you leaned against the headboard, patiently waiting.

In a short while, Harry returned with Hadrian in his arms. The little one's cries softened as he found comfort in his father's embrace, tiny fingers clutching onto Harry's shirt. Yet, as Harry climbed onto the bed, Hadrian's curious eyes fixed on you, a silent invitation for you to join the nighttime routine.

With a tender exchange, Harry gently passed the baby into your waiting arms. Hadrian, still in the midst of sleepy fussiness, reached out for his mother. The room echoed with a mix of soft coos and comforting whispers as Harry and you coordinated the handoff.

Hadrian stayed nestled in your arms, his tiny fingers exploring the fabric of your nightgown. His adorable baby babbles filled the room, creating a sweet melody that warmed the hearts of his parents. Sensing his needs, Hadrian tugged at your nightgown, a clear signal that he was ready for his nightly feeding.

You sighed softly, your motherly instincts kicking in as you lovingly responded to Hadrian's cues. You pulled down the strap of your nightgown with practiced ease, offering your son the nourishment he sought. As Hadrian latched on, a serene calm settled over the room, interrupted only by the soft sounds of suckling.

Harry, sitting on the bed next to you, leaned back against the headboard. His gaze fixed on his son with a mixture of adoration and amusement. As Hadrian blissfully fed, Harry, ever the gentleman, couldn't resist reaching out, playing with his chubby son's little toes. The room was filled with a sense of familial warmth and contentment.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Harry addressed his mini-copy. "Well, little one, it seems you're starting to outshine your old man in the feeding department. I'm starting to get a bit jealous, you know."

You, catching Harry's playful comment, shot him a look that was a perfect blend of amusement and affection. You chuckled softly, appreciating the lightness he brought to the moment. Parenthood had its challenges, but these shared smiles made it all worthwhile.

As Hadrian continued to feed, Harry couldn't help but revel in the joy of fatherhood. He spoke to his son in a playful tone, "You're a hungry little rascal, aren't you? Taking after your mum in more ways than one, I see."

You rolled your eyes playfully at Harry's remark, your heart full of love for the two most important men in your life. The gentle rhythm of your nightly routine continued, creating a tapestry of shared moments that bound your family together.

Hadrian, in the midst of his feeding, decided that his father's playful fingers were no longer welcome entertainment. With a determined kick, he protested against the ticklish disturbance. Harry, catching on quickly to his son's discontent, chuckled and withdrew his hands, realizing the gravity of disturbing a man's sacred feeding time.

As Harry withdrew his hands, he looked down at Hadrian with a mockingly serious expression. "My apologies, little one. I shall disturb your sacred feeding time no more," he declared in a tone filled with theatrical regret.

You, catching the playful exchange, rolled your eyes with an amused smile. "Harry, really? Can't you let him eat in peace?" you scolded, though your tone held a hint of affection.

Harry, undeterred by your scolding, leaned over and cooed at Hadrian, "You see, my precious little dick blocker, you've got your father on a tight leash. No more fun for Mom and Dad, it seems."

You shot Harry a disapproving look, your eyebrows raised in a silent reprimand. "Harry, stop calling him that. It's not funny," you chided, though a small smile betrayed your amusement.

Harry, recognizing the limit of your patience, cleared his throat and shifted back to his stoic spy exterior. "Apologies, my love. I shall refrain from using that term henceforth," he declared with a mock salute.

Hadrian, oblivious to the banter, released your breast with a little giggle, seemingly amused by the exchange between his parents. His innocent laughter filled the room, and Harry couldn't help but break into a genuine smile at the sound.

You, despite your scolding, couldn't hide a small laugh at Hadrian's response. "You're quite the troublemaker, Hadrian," you remarked, gently patting the baby's back as he continued to giggle.

As you finished feeding Hadrian, you gently passed the baby to Harry, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Burp the little troublemaker, would you, love? I need a moment to compose myself," you requested, your exhaustion evident in your eyes.

Harry, ever the attentive husband and father, obediently accepted the task. He cradled Hadrian in his arms, supporting the baby's delicate head with practiced ease. Gently patting the tiny back, Harry whispered praises to his son, marveling at how the little one seemed to be getting chubbier with each passing day.

You took a moment to collect yourself, watching the tender scene between father and son. As Harry continued to burp Hadrian, you approached and checked the baby's diaper, relieved to find it clean. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your family, the exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the love that filled the room.

Harry, his playful demeanor replaced by a more serious expression, looked at you with visible tiredness. He gently pushed you away, insisting, "Go to sleep, my love. I'll take care of putting the boy to sleep."

You tried to protest, but Harry, asserting his bossy exterior, was having none of it. He firmly instructed you to rest, his protective instincts taking charge. You finally complied, giving in to your husband's insistence.

As Harry left for the nursery with Hadrian in his arms, the room echoed with the soft lullabies he hummed to soothe the baby. The door closed behind him, leaving you alone with a mix of gratitude and fatigue. You settled into bed, allowing the sounds of Harry's comforting whispers to reach your ears.

In the nursery, Harry continued his fatherly duties. He gently laid Hadrian in the crib, tucking the little one in with a tender touch. As he stood there, gazing down at his peacefully sleeping son, a sense of fulfillment washed over him.

With a final kiss on Hadrian's forehead, Harry left the nursery, ensuring the room was dimly lit to maintain a serene atmosphere. He rejoined you in your bedroom, where you lay with eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Sleep, my love," Harry urged, his tone gentle yet firm. "I've got everything under control. You need your rest."

You, despite your initial protests, succumbed to Harry's bossy yet caring demeanor. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into a well-deserved slumber, knowing that your husband was watching over your precious family.

In the quiet moments that followed, Harry took on the role of the vigilant guardian, keeping a watchful eye on both your sleeping form and your peacefully dreaming son. The room embraced the tranquility of the night, a haven for a family bound by love and the unspoken understanding that each member played a crucial role in your shared journey.

Days later, the serene atmosphere that once filled the room with familial warmth was replaced by the tension of a brewing storm. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a harsh light on the kitchen where a heated argument took place.

Your frustration was palpable as you voiced your concerns, the tone of your words cutting through the air. "Harry, it feels like you're never home. Another mission? Seriously? We barely get to spend time together as a family, and now you're off again."

Harry, his face carrying a mixture of guilt and determination, defended his position. "You know the nature of my work. I'm doing this for our safety, for the future of our family. I can't just turn away from my responsibilities."

As your voices clashed, the chaos of the morning unfolded around you. Hadrian, oblivious to the tension, sat in his high chair, hands smeared with baby food as he gleefully made a mess. Harry, in an attempt to diffuse the mounting tension, multitasked by feeding Hadrian while engaging in the argument.

Eggsy, the 6-year-old bundle of energy, sat at the table, alternating between munching on his breakfast and passionately drawing on a piece of paper. At intervals, he would stand up, waving his creation in an attempt to draw your attention, but neither you nor Harry spared a moment to acknowledge him amidst your clash of words.

The clattering of dishes echoed as you, with a determined expression, washed yesterday's dirty dishes piled up from the night before. The routine chores blended with the rising tension, creating a chaotic symphony that mirrored the disarray in your emotions.

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, desperate for attention, stood on his chair and jumped down, brandishing his drawing with excitement. "Mum, Dad, look what I made! It's for both of you!"

However, the plea for recognition fell on deaf ears as you and Harry remained locked in your verbal sparring. Their focus on the argument overshadowed the joyful innocence of your son's attempts to share his creation.

Hadrian, sensing the discord in the air, babbled incoherently, adding his own contribution to the chaotic soundtrack of the morning. The contrast between the obliviousness of the younger son and the frustration of the parents painted a vivid picture of the complex dynamics within your family.

As the argument escalated, Eggsy, feeling unheard, tried to intervene with a louder proclamation. "Mum! Dad! Look! It's important!"

You, momentarily breaking away from the heated exchange, turned to Eggsy with a forced smile. "Sweetheart, not now. Mum and Dad are talking."

Undeterred, Eggsy persisted, his enthusiasm undiminished. "But it's really cool! You'll like it, I promise!"

Harry, juggling the responsibility of feeding Hadrian and engaging in the argument, glanced briefly at Eggsy. "Not now, Eggsy. We're busy."

Eggsy's excitement turned into disappointment as he lowered his drawing, retreating to his seat. The once vibrant energy in the room was replaced by a somber air, each family member lost in their own thoughts and frustrations.

Amidst the escalating argument, Harry's patience wore thin when Hadrian, in an innocent act of rebellion, decided to use his breakfast as a makeshift art supply. A glob of baby food landed squarely on Harry's impeccably white shirt, prompting a light but audible swear from the frustrated father.

You, hearing the swear, instantly snapped at Harry, your voice reaching a new pitch. "Harry! Watch your language! Not in front of the kids!"

Harry, his own frustration mounting, retorted sharply, "Oh, for heaven's sake! It's just a word."

The exchange grew more heated as you continued to hurl words at each other, the atmosphere thick with tension. Meanwhile, Eggsy, determined to reclaim your attention, seized the opportunity. He stood on the chair and jumped, creating a commotion to shake you from your argument.

Eggsy's attempt to draw your focus took an unexpected turn as he lost his balance on the chair. The room fell silent for a split second as the chair teetered, threatening to send Eggsy toppling backward.

In an instant, Harry's reflexes kicked in. He reached across the table, lightning-fast, and grabbed the collar of Eggsy's dinosaur pajamas. The sudden shift halted Eggsy's fall, leaving him hanging mid-air, his wide eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and relief.

Simultaneously, you, dropping the dishes you were washing, rushed to stabilize the chair. You straightened it with urgency, your eyes filled with concern for your son's safety.

Harry, holding Eggsy securely, shot you an irritable look. "Bloody hell! Can't you keep an eye on him?"

You, your worry turning into irritation, retorted, "Maybe if you were more present, I wouldn't have to watch them on my own!"

Before your argument could escalate further, Eggsy, sensing the tension between his parents, decided to intervene. "Mum, Dad, stop fighting! Please!" he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and sadness.

His tearful plea caught both Harry and you off guard. Harry reluctantly let go of Eggsy, allowing him to land safely back on the chair. As Eggsy started to cry, he begged his parents to stop arguing. "Just stop, please! I don't like it when you fight," he sobbed.

Harry sighed, his stern expression softening as he reached out to comfort his older son. You, realizing the impact of your argument on Eggsy, hurriedly joined in to console him. The room echoed with the sound of Eggsy's cries, a heartbreaking reminder of the toll your disagreements took on your children.

However, your attempts to calm Eggsy were in vain, as the distress had already spread to the youngest member of the family. Hadrian, sensing the emotional turmoil, began to cry in his high chair. The once chaotic room now filled with the sounds of both children's tears, amplifying the weight of the situation.

Harry, feeling a pang of guilt, gently handed Eggsy over to you. He then sighed and went to pick up Hadrian from his high chair, cradling the baby in his arms. The weight of responsibility and the realization of your impact on your children weighed heavily on both parents.

Harry expertly calmed the cries of Hadrian, gently rocking him in his arms, while you held Eggsy close, offering soothing words to ease his distress.

As the tension in the room began to subside, Eggsy, with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at you and Harry with skepticism. "Promise you won't fight anymore, Mum and Dad," he demanded, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination.

Harry, exchanging a knowing glance with you, nodded sincerely. "We promise, Eggsy. No more fighting. Mum and Dad are going to work together to make everything better."

However, Eggsy wasn't easily convinced. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, his demand clear. "Make up properly, then. Hug and say sorry. That's what you taught me, right?"

You and Harry exchanged a silent understanding. You knew Eggsy was right, and you needed to demonstrate the same conflict resolution you had taught your son.

Following Eggsy's guidance, you stood up and faced each other. With Hadrian still cradled in Harry's arms, you shared a heartfelt hug. You, his eyes filled with regret, whispered an apology to you, acknowledging that he shouldn't have yelled.

Harry, equally remorseful, admitted his fault as well. "I'll try my best not to take on such long missions, love. Family comes first."

Eggsy, satisfied with the display of affection, grinned mischievously. "Now say sorry with a kiss!" he declared, making a dramatic gagging sound.

Harry and you chuckled at Eggsy's playful antics but complied with his request. You shared a tender kiss, ignoring Eggsy's exaggerated protests. Meanwhile, Hadrian, still in Harry's arms, grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled, adding a touch of baby chaos to the moment.

As you and Harry separated from the kiss, Harry looked down at Hadrian and remarked with a playful smirk, "Looks like Hadrian has strong opinions about our make-up kisses."

You struggled with Hadrian's grip, attempting to free your hair from his strong little hands. Harry, being the attentive father he was, stepped in to help, gently prying Hadrian's fingers from the tangled locks. Hadrian, however, protested with a slight whimper, not entirely pleased with having to let go of his newfound toy.

Seeing the potential for a full-blown baby meltdown, Harry quickly improvised. He reached for Eggsy's drawing, strategically placed on the table, and presented it to Hadrian with a flourish. The colorful creation instantly captured the baby's attention, diverting him from his previous hair-pulling mission.

As Hadrian was captivated by the vibrant drawing, Eggsy, possessive of his artistic creation, voiced his concern, "Oi, Dad! Hadrian's gonna ruin it with his baby hands! Give it back before he messes it up!"

Harry, still holding the drawing out of Hadrian's reach, chuckled at Eggsy's protective nature. "Alright, alright, Eggsy. Here's your masterpiece back, safe and sound." He handed the drawing to Eggsy, who cradled it carefully, ensuring it remained unscathed.

However, as Harry gave the drawing to Eggsy, Hadrian, determined to explore the fascinating piece of paper, stretched out his chubby hands, attempting to snatch the artwork. Eggsy, noticing his little brother's advances, protested loudly, "No, Hadrian! Bad baby! This is mine!"

You intervened with a gentle laugh. "Come on, Gary. Let Hadrian have a look. He's just curious." You carefully reached over to take the drawing, intending to show it to the curious baby.

Yet, as you reached for the drawing, Hadrian's protests grew louder. Unwilling to part with your newfound treasure, Eggsy held onto the drawing with determination. "No, Mum! It's mine! Hadrian can't have it!"

Amused by the sibling drama unfolding, Harry decided to diffuse the situation. "Eggsy, let your little brother have a peek. We can't deny him the joy of appreciating your art."

Reluctantly, Eggsy relinquished the drawing, but not without giving Hadrian a stern warning, "Okay, but just a look, Hadrian. Don't mess it up!" Eggsy carefully handed the drawing to you, who allowed Hadrian to inspect it under your watchful eye.

Meanwhile, you, now holding Hadrian, noticed the baby's fascination with the drawing. You couldn't help but smile at the innocence of your children, each displaying their unique quirks and possessiveness.

As the drawing exploration continued, you glanced at Harry, who was still standing nearby. You noticed the baby food stains on his shirt, evidence of Hadrian's artistic adventure with his breakfast. "Harry, go change your shirt before you're late for work," you suggested, your tone a mix of amusement and practicality.

Harry nodded, acknowledging the need to present a more professional appearance for his work. "Right you are, love." He exchanged a brief yet affectionate kiss with you before heading upstairs to change.

In the bedroom, Harry quickly discarded his soiled shirt into the laundry basket and grabbed a fresh one. He efficiently changed, ensuring his gun holsters were securely in place. The routine of a spy, seamlessly blending with the duties of a husband and parent.

Once his shirt was changed, Harry picked up his jacket, left carelessly on the kitchen chair. He looked at you, who were still managing the chaos at the table. "I'll see you later, love. And you, little troublemakers, behave for Mum."

With one last loving glance, Harry headed towards the door, ready to face the challenges of both the espionage world and family life. As he stepped outside, the door closed behind him, leaving you to manage the lively breakfast scene.

Eggsy, concerned by the prospect of his parent being away for an extended period, turned to you with wide eyes. "Mum, is Daddy gonna be gone for a long time this time?"

You, maintaining the facade of normalcy, smiled reassuringly. "Oh no, sweetheart. Not too long. Daddy's got an important suit to make for a very important event. He'll be back before you know it."

Eggsy, accepting your explanation, nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, Mum. If it's important, then I guess it's okay."

With a determined look, he straightened up in his chair, a newfound sense of responsibility settling on his young shoulders. "Well, if Dad's gonna be away, then I'm the man of the home now. I'll keep everything in order until they arrive."

You couldn't help but smile at Eggsy's earnest declaration. "That's very thoughtful of you, Eggsy. You're a great big brother and a wonderful helper."

As Eggsy beamed with pride at the praise, he continued to take his role seriously, making sure his little brother, Hadrian, was content and the breakfast chaos was under control. You, grateful for Eggsy's mature outlook, focused on feeding Hadrian, enjoying the support of your eldest in managing the bustling household.

The morning continued with a blend of familial warmth and the subtle undercurrent of secrets hidden from Eggsy. He remained blissfully unaware of his father's true identity as a spy, believing him to be a simple tailor. You and Harry had made the decision to keep this information from Eggsy until they were old enough to handle the truth.

As Eggsy assumed the responsibility of the man of the home, you admired their sense of determination and the genuine care they showed for the family. The charade continued seamlessly, allowing Eggsy to maintain his innocence and live a childhood untainted by the shadows of espionage.

Three days later, Harry found themselves getting into the Kingsman taxi, the familiar comfort of the tailored suit contrasting with the tense atmosphere that often accompanied their return from a mission. As the sleek vehicle navigated through the city streets, Harry activated their Kingsman glasses, the digital interface lighting up before their eyes.

With a few swift taps, they dialed your cell phone. The device rang a few times before your voice filled the earpiece, "Hello?"

"Hello, love," Harry greeted, relief evident in their voice.

"Harry! Is everything alright? Are you well?" Your concern echoed through the connection.

Harry reassured you, "I'm perfectly fine, my dear. Just a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious."

A sigh of relief escaped your lips. "Thank goodness. I always worry when you're away."

"I appreciate your concern, my love. I'm on my way home now," Harry assured you, his voice carrying a warmth that only heightened when he thought about reuniting with you.

Your tone shifted to one of excitement, "Oh, that's wonderful news! The children will be thrilled to have you back."

Harry couldn't help but smile, "How are they, by the way?"

"Eggsy is at school now, but Hadrian is playing on the living room floor. He's been talking a lot lately," you shared, a hint of pride in your voice.

"That's fantastic to hear. I've been missing their voices," Harry admitted, his eagerness evident.

As if on cue, you encouraged Hadrian to talk with Dad. The babbling and giggles of their youngest son filled the line, and Harry's heart swelled with joy. Hadrian's attempts at forming sentences were becoming more coherent, and the sound of his little voice was a soothing melody.

Your voice returned, "He's been practicing. I think he's excited to talk to you."

Harry felt a warmth in their chest as he responded, "I can't wait to hear him."

Hadrian's adorable voice came through the line, "Dad! Dada!"

Harry couldn't help but grin. "Hey there, Hadrian! How's my little man doing?"

Hadrian's babble continued, a mixture of excitement and incoherent words. The proud parent couldn't help but imagine his son's playful expressions as he spoke.

Your voice returned, "He's really getting the hang of it. He's been calling for you all morning."

"I'll be home soon, little one," Harry promised, the anticipation evident in his voice.

You asked, "Are you almost here?"

Harry glanced out the window and responded, "Just a few blocks away. I can't wait to see you all."

The conversation continued as Harry shared his plans, "I've also got something special for you, love. A box of German chocolates. Thought I'd bring a little piece of Germany back with me."

Your gratitude came through the phone, "Oh, Harry, that's sweet of you. Thank you. The kids and I will enjoy them."

As the taxi approached their home, Harry announced, "I'm about to pull in. Get ready for a surprise."

"Can't wait," you replied, excitement evident in your voice.

A few minutes later, the Kingsman taxi came to a stop, and Harry entered the house with a bouquet of flowers and the box of German chocolates in hand. The living room welcomed him with the sounds of laughter and playful chatter. Hadrian, upon spotting his father, let out a squeal of delight, reaching out to be picked up.

You welcomed him with a kiss, your eyes sparkling with joy as you accepted the flowers and chocolates. Harry couldn't resist pulling you close, savoring the warmth of your embrace. Ignoring Hadrian's persistent calls for his daddy, Harry deepened the kiss, momentarily losing himself in the reunion.

Breaking the kiss, Harry murmured against your lips, "I missed you, love."

You whispered back, "I missed you too, Harry."

Hadrian's excited shouts interrupted your tender moment, pulling your attention to the living room floor. There, you witnessed a heartwarming sight—Hadrian, standing on unsteady legs, attempting to take his first independent steps towards his father.

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you exclaimed, "Harry, look! Hadrian's walking!"

Harry, equally surprised and overjoyed, activated the camera on his glasses to capture the precious moment. Crouching down, he opened his arms wide, ready to welcome his little one.

Hadrian, determined and wobbly, took one step, then another, his tiny hands reaching out towards his father. You, unable to contain your emotions, cried happy tears, proud of your son's milestone.

Wiping away tears, you whispered to Harry, "Our little man is growing up so fast."

Harry grinned, a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes. "Indeed, love. It seems he saved this special moment just for my return."

As Hadrian reached Harry, the delighted father scooped him up into his arms, showering him with kisses. Hadrian giggled with infectious joy, clearly pleased with his newfound walking abilities and the attention from his father.

You, joining the embrace, hugged both Harry and Hadrian, creating a cocoon of familial love. The room echoed with laughter, the sweet melody of your family bonding overpowering any traces of the morning's chaos.

In the midst of the joyous reunion, Harry couldn't help but express his overwhelming emotions. "I can't believe I almost missed this," he murmured to you, his voice filled with gratitude and love.

You, understanding the nature of Harry's work, whispered back, "But you didn't, Harry. You're here now, and that's what matters."

You shared a tender moment, savoring the completeness of your family. Hadrian, still cradled in his father's arms, babbled happily, oblivious to the significance of his achievement.

As the family settled into the warmth of the reunion, Harry couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. The unpredictability of his dual life as a spy and a family man often presented challenges, but moments like these made it all worthwhile.

You, still overwhelmed with joy, exclaimed, "Harry, we should've recorded this moment so Eggsy could see his little brother taking his first steps!"

Harry, with a knowing smile, revealed, "Don't worry, love. I recorded it with my glasses." He tapped on the side of his Kingsman glasses, to indicate that he recorded with them.

You, grateful for Harry's attention to detail, set the flowers and chocolate aside. You cupped his face, giving him a strong and affectionate kiss. In that intimate moment, you conveyed how much you cherished this detail-oriented man who made an effort to capture and share the special moments in your family's life.

Breaking the kiss, you glanced at the watch on Harry's wrist, realizing it was almost time to pick up Eggsy from school. You took the flowers and chocolate, saying, "I'll keep these safe. I have to pick up Eggsy from school."

However, Harry, wanting to be as close to your family as possible, offered, "I'll come with you, love. I want to share in the joy of bringing our eldest home."

You, appreciating Harry's eagerness to be part of the family moments, agreed with a smile. They left the flowers and chocolate on the table, hand in hand, ready to pick up Eggsy and continue your day as a complete and loving family.

And so, with Hadrian in Harry's arms and the promise of reuniting with Eggsy, you walked out together, your steps in sync, embracing the warmth of the family bond that transcended the complexities of Harry's spy life. The flowers and chocolate, symbols of love and thoughtfulness, waited patiently on the table for your return, a testament to the simple yet profound joys that enriched your lives.

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #eggsy unwin #colin firth

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xiaq · 1 year

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Like You’ve Nothing Left to Prove is now out! (and already cracked the top 50 in multiple Amazon bestseller categories!!) Just like that, I’ve published two books (And I’ve got a contract for Book 3. The cover and blurb will be announced next month. And I've got the outline for book 4 approved. Writing it now. Eeee.).

You can buy a print or digital copy of LYNLTP pretty much anywhere books are sold in the US. :)

If you were one of the 100 who snagged signed copies, they are printed and headed to me. I should get them next week and will have them signed and sent to you by the end of the following week--apologies for the slow processing but the whole writing thing is my side hustle, I still work full time ;). I’ll email you once your book(s) has shipped so you know to look for it! If you’re near me in Austin, I’ll set up a delivery or handoff time via email once yours is signed and ready. If you’re outside the US, I got shipping quotes yesterday and will be emailing them today/tomorrow. If you asked for a bookplate, I’m waiting for my envelopes, but those will go out next week.

Thank you so much to everyone who preordered and who has already written reviews on Amazon and Goodreads and IG! I’m just. So happy. Thank you.

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wildrangers · 2 years

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Chance Encounter // Jake Kiszka

Jake Kiszka x fem! reader

Word Count: 3.7K

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Summary: After a chance encounter at the bar, what happens when she realizes she now has to work with Jake and the guys?

Multi-part, lovers to friends to lovers tale ahead!

Warnings: Smut (oral, f receiving; penetrative sex; rough-ish sex; dirty talk; mirror play; mild praise/degradation kink)

*18+ only, smut below the cut so leave now if you're not 18*

You walked through Republic Records’ doors, heeled boots clicking on the floor. A few moments later, you were setting your work bag on the hook next to your desk in your new office. You had worked at Republic for several years but this new space was the first of your own. Stacey had been mentoring you for months at this point, preparing you to take over the day-to-day management of one of her bands.

She’d insisted on waiting until today to tell you which band you’d inherited which did nothing to help the butterflies in your stomach. Normally, day-to-day managers assisted multiple bands but given your background in social media, you’d be taking that role over, as well. It would streamline the process for the label and for you—you could really give them your full attention and get to know them as people, not just clients.

You threw on your current favorite playlist as you scrolled through your emails, waiting for Stacey to arrive for your final meeting before the handoff. Your eyes darted down to your work messaging app, a small smile lighting your face as you took in the message:

Babe, you’re going to absolutely kill this new job!! Whoever you’re managing is so lucky to have you.

Lindsey and you had worked together since the beginning of your time at Republic, both of you starting the same week in the quickly growing social media department. You had clicked immediately, bonding over your love of similar music, movies, and books. You shot back a quick thanks as someone knocked on your door, Stacey’s head soon appearing in the crack.

“Ready, Y/N?” she smiled, sitting down across from you after you’d waved her in.

“I’ll feel more ready once you finally tell me who I’m managing” you teased.

“I get it, but I really wanted to make sure you had the nitty gritty stuff down before worrying about the band-specific information, especially given how much time you’ll spend with them. I didn’t want you to go in with preconceptions.”

You nodded, understanding her logic but knowing your stomach wouldn’t settle down until she finally told you.

“We decided you and Greta Van Fleet would be a good fit, given your personality and skills along with their needs” she smiled at you and your heart leapt into your throat. You weren’t an avid listener of their music but you were familiar enough to recognize their songs if they came on the radio—you also knew they were a much higher profile band than you were expecting for your first assignment.

“Wow, Stacey, thank you. You’ve been with them since they signed here, right?”

“Don’t thank me—you’re ready and you’ve earned it. And yes, they’ve stuck with me so I’m a little protective of them. They’re really good guys and honestly, they’re who I’m going to miss the most” she sighed sadly.

Stacey had been with Republic for over a decade but she’d gotten an amazing opportunity closer to her family. With a new baby, it was a no-brainer for her to take it but you knew she’d been getting more emotional as her final day approached.

“You know I’ll do whatever I can for them” you assured her, reaching over the desk to clasp her hand in yours. She shot you a grateful look returning the squeeze.

The next couple of hours passed quickly as she went over all the necessary details—their upcoming tour schedule, the new album they were working on, what social media platforms they were on, and what their goals were. As she walked you down to the conference room where the luncheon was being held, your head was spinning a bit with all the new information. She’d given you a list of their social media handles but you hadn’t had time to actually look at them yet—you figured that would be a good place to start after your introductions.

As you reached the door where Stacey’s going away lunch would be held, you heard laughter on the other side and for some reason it stuck out to you. You couldn’t bring a coworker to mind who it went along with but it sounded familiar for some reason.

You were torn from your thoughts as Stacey gave your shoulder a squeeze before opening the door. You smiled as you heard cheers erupt from inside. You waved at coworkers before quickly following behind Stacey as she approached who you assumed to be GVF. Stacey was hugging a smaller guy with long hair whose back was to you. You noticed three other smiling boys waiting their turn and you shot them a nervous smile and wave. Before they could respond, Stacey stepped out of the embrace and your heart dropped as the man turned around and his eyes met your own. Shit.

You were frozen in your spot a few feet away from Jake as Stacey moved to greet the other guys. Jake’s eyes were wide and his face paled as you two stared at one another for a long moment. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as Stacey turned to introduce you to the guys, not knowing you had met one of them the previous weekend.

“Boys, this is Y/N! She’s going to be taking over my role and also growing your social media, so no more dealing with multiple people—she’s your girl now” she beamed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m really excited to work together” you smiled at them, avoiding Jake altogether.

You moved out of Stacey’s arms as the tall curly-haired boy stuck out his hand, “I’m Danny, we’re looking forward to working with you, too.” You gripped his hand before quickly making your way down the line, meeting Sam and Josh before finally reaching Jake.

“I’m Jake, it’s nice to meet you” he said through a close-lipped smile. As his hand wrapped around yours in a friendly shake, your mind flew back to last Saturday night.

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You were on the dance floor of your favorite spot downtown, hips swaying to the live band onstage. The last few weeks of work had been so stressful that you were desperate to lose yourself in some live music.

As their setlist wrapped, you made your way to the bar to grab a drink in-between sets. You waved the bartender over, ordering a glass of water as you settled onto the stool. Your eyes wondered the room as you waited—you’d always loved people watching and a busy bar on a Saturday night made for some solid entertainment. You thanked the bartender without taking your eyes off the couple arguing next to the dance floor. You smirked to yourself as you watched the girl wildly gesticulating with her hands as her boyfriend kept his eyes on the floor, nodding occasionally.

“Do you think she caught his eyes wondering or something more?” you heard a voice ask from nearby. You turned to see honey warm eyes staring at you intently.

You mulled it over before responding, “He tried to dance with me earlier and she was nowhere in sight so someone must’ve tipped her off to check on him here.”

The guy hummed to himself as he settled on the seat beside you. “Looks like we may get to see a break up then, huh?”

“Nah, if she was going to dump his ass she’d be gone by now” you theorized.

“Wanna make a wager on that?” he asked, smirking.

“Depends on what we’re betting.”

“They break up, you buy us a round; they leave together, I buy us a round?”

You pretended to think it over as you sipped your drink, his stare heavy on you the whole time. You set your drink down and offered him your hand, which he took with a grin.

“I’m Jake, by the way. What brings you out tonight?” he smiled at you, still gripping your hand in his.

“Y/N. Work has been crazy stressful so I just needed to blow off some steam.”

“What do you do for work?”

“This may be surprising but I work in the music industry” you joked, causing him to laugh.

“You work in the music industry in Nashville? That is shocking” he teased back. You opened your mouth to respond when you heard gasps from near the dance floor. Your head whipped around just in time to see the man from the argument holding his cheek as the girl stormed out of the bar.

“Holy shit, did she slap him and I missed it?” you asked, craning your neck to try and see.

“It sure looks like it, you rubber necker.”

You scoffed, turning back to face him, “I’m sorry, I’m the rubber necker? I recall your chat up line being bets on the outcome of their fight.”

“Fair enough, but either way you owe me a drink” he smirked as you rolled your eyes but waved the bartender over again.

The next few hours passed in a blur as conversation and alcohol flowed easily. You noticed several girls’ eyes lingered on Jake as they ordered a drink or walked to the dance floor. It made you wonder if you were missing something—these stares seemed like more than just admiring a random guy at a bar.

Finally, the band you’d been waiting for came onstage and you pulled Jake onto the dance floor. His hands quickly found your hips as you turned your back to him, singing along and swaying side to side. You covered his hands with yours, drawing them around your waist as you moved farther back into him as you danced. You felt him inhale quickly before his hips began to move with yours. You were that pleasant level of buzzed where you were still present in the moment but felt fearless in a way you never did sober.

You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and slotting your leg between his to grind against him further. His pupils were blown out as his gaze danced between your eyes and lips. Emboldened, you placed a light, tentative kiss to his mouth, pulling away half an inch to gauge his response. You had half a second to catch your breath before he crashed his lips into yours, hands roughly gripping your hips.

His tongue traced your bottom lip and you quickly opened your mouth further. His one hand gripping your ass while the other pressed into your back, drawing your bodies flush against one another. You were lost in the feel of him, the fevered nature of his kiss, the dizzying rush of electricity coursing through your veins. You soon felt him growing hard against you, drawing a soft moan from your lips as heat began pooling in your core. He pulled away just enough to move his lips to your neck and you quickly threw your head back to give him better access. Your eyes were shut, all your attention on the feel of his mouth and his hot, quick breaths against your skin.

As much as you didn’t want him to stop, you also wanted to do much more than you could in a public place. You ducked your head to whisper in his ear, “Want to come back to my place?”

His eyes were half-lidded with desire as he nodded, grabbing your hand. Your apartment was only a couple of blocks away but the trip took longer than normal, the two of you pausing several times to lose yourselves in the feel of each other’s lips.

As soon as you unlocked your apartment door, you two hurtled through it, Jake slamming you back into the entryway table in his eagerness to get his hands on you again. He quickly captured your bottom lip between his, sucking roughly as your hands frantically fumbled with the bottom of his shirt, dragging it off over his head. You tried to guide him backwards towards your bedroom but he lost his footing on one of your cat’s toys, almost falling to the floor.

You tried to suppress your giggle at the panic in his eyes before he regained his balance but it was quickly cut off when his mouth was on yours again. As you crossed the threshold to your room, he quickly removed your shirt before guiding you to your bed, the back of your knees hitting your mattress seconds before you fell onto it. His hot breath tickled your collar bone as he kissed his way down to your breasts, quickly unhooking your bra so he could wrap his mouth around a nipple.

Your breath caught in your throat as he roughly kneaded your other breast before switching, repeating the motions. There was nothing gentle in his touch but you didn’t want there to be. It had been so long since you’d slept with someone and you were desperate to feel how delightfully punishing he may be inside of you. He lightly nipped your nipple causing you to look down at him, his blown-out pupils overtaking his whiskey-colored irises.

You pulled him up to you, your hands moving to unbutton his jeans and he quickly kicked them off before capturing your lips again. Your tongues fought for dominance before he pulled away, placing wet kisses and gentle nips down your body as he made his way to the waistband of your jeans.

“Okay?” he questioned, his voice rough, as his fingers found the button of your jeans. You eagerly nodded and he unzipped them. However, the sweat you’d shed from dancing for hours kept the denim stuck to your thighs and he breathed out a laugh as he fought to remove them from your body. You joined in his laughter, lifting up and wriggling your hips to assist him. He triumphantly threw them to the floor and laughter ceased as he ran his fingers down your center over the fabric of your underwear.

You leaned on your elbows to watch as he rubbed you, placing bites and kisses along your hips and thighs as he teased you. His hands were expertly dancing around the one spot you wanted them most and you whined, making him smirk. His eyes locked on yours as he tugged on the waistband of your underwear and you held his gaze as you lifted your hips for him to remove them. The intensity of his eye contact magnified the ache you felt as he ran a finger up your slit. He groaned as he felt how wet you already were and he sucked on his finger, eyes fluttering shut at your taste.

You lifted a hand to tangle in his hair desperately guiding him towards your core. “Enough teasing, please, Jake.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely” he replied, plunging two fingers into you. Your gasp at the sudden intrusion turned into a loud moan as his mouth wrapped around your clit. You had never been with a guy who knew how to use his fingers and mouth in perfect rhythm but Jake sure did. He curled his fingers slowly, another sudden intake of your breath alerting him that he had found your spot. You knew it had been a long time for you but you still felt embarrassingly close to climaxing already.

You opened your eyes to gaze down at him and you gently brushed his hair off his face to get a better look. His eyes darted up to yours and you nearly lost it as he winked before returning in earnest to your pussy. As you felt yourself tightening around his fingers, your arms gave out and you fell back fully on the mattress. You gave his hair a rough tug as your orgasm overtook you, earning a deep groan from him as he lapped you up.

He quickly moved up to meet your eyes as he offered you his two fingers, coated in your release. You moaned as you took them into your mouth, not breaking eye contact as you swirled your tongue around his fingers.

“You like to watch, huh?” he asked, his fingers still in your mouth, as you nodded. “I wish you could watch yourself cum, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His eyes darted around the room before landing on the standing mirror near your bedroom door. Your gaze trailed his and you whimpered, quickly following where his thoughts had strayed. You took advantage of his distraction, slipping your hand into his boxers and wrapping your hand around him. His head dropped down to his chest as you roughly stroked him—he was already so hard against your palm and you marveled at how thick he felt.

“If you want to watch me fuck you, you better get your hands outta there” he murmured, eyes meeting yours.

“Please” you whispered and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up before placing you on the floor.

“Get on all fours” he commanded and you eagerly did as he said, ass in the air as he dug around in your nightstand drawer for a condom. You felt suddenly shy as you met your own gaze in the mirror, taking in your flushed face and kiss-swollen mouth. You felt him settle behind you and your eyes met in the mirror as he slowly lined himself up with your entrance.

“Still okay?” he asked. As much as you appreciated him checking in, you were desperate to have him buried inside of you. Holding his gaze, you thrust your hips back, delighting at the sudden feeling of fullness. He let out a surprised gasp, pausing before grabbing your hips to slam into you fully. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you lost yourself in the brutal rhythm he immediately set.

The room filled with lewd sounds—skin on skin, wetness slapping, moans from both your mouths. Normally, you were a little more reserved your first time with someone but you didn’t feel that was necessary with Jake. “God, you fill my cunt so fucking good” you ground out, eyes opening to meet his in the mirror. He smirked at your foul language, understanding exactly what you wanted from him.

“Yeah? You like having my cock buried in your pussy, you little slut?”

You let out a loud moan at his words, your fingers reaching up to circle your clit. “God, yes please don’t stop” you begged.

“I won’t on one condition, pretty girl” he said, his hands tangling in your hair.

“Anything” you let out, body tensed and ready for whatever he asked next. You let out a gasp as he yanked your hair, pulling your back flush to his chest as he kept fucking you roughly.

“When you’re about to cum, I want you to watch yourself. Can you do that for me?”

You quickly nodded, your fingers picking up speed as you felt him lose his rhythm slightly—you knew you were both so, so close.

“Such a good little whore” he breathed into your ear and your climax crashed through you at his words. Your eyes shot open as you met your gaze in the mirror and the sight only added to the intensity of your pleasure. You screamed his name as your legs gave out, his arm quickly wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. As you felt yourself coming down from your high, your eyes moved up to meet his again. His face gleamed with sweat and strands of his hair were plastered to his temples—he looked so fucking beautiful.

“Your turn” you whispered, wrapping your arm around the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to watch, huh?” you teased, earning a whine from him as he dropped his chin to your shoulder, clearly fighting to keep his eyes on you in the mirror.

“Cum for me” you commanded him and his mouth dropped open as his hips slammed into you one final time, frantic groans filling your ears. You rolled your hips back into him and he bit down on your shoulder to hold in his shout of pleasure. You two stayed like that for a moment, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as you both caught your breath.

“Fuck” he breathed shakily as he pulled out of you. He gently placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to the carpet so you wouldn’t fall as he stood up. While he cleaned himself up, you simply laid on the floor, slowly feeling yourself come back into your body.

You heard him clear his throat and you sat up to see what he needed. “Where do you have a washcloth?” he asked, leaning against the doorway to your bathroom. Your heart warmed at the implied offer but you shook your head.

“I appreciate it but I’ll just jump in a shower once you’re gone.”

He seemed to recoil at your words and you knew he caught on to what you meant: that this would be a one-time thing, nothing remotely serious. Even though the sex had been amazing, you knew better than to think a one-night stand could lead to some kind of worthwhile romance.

“Oh, um, sure” he mumbled, fumbling around your room to pick up the layers of clothing he’d shed.

“It’s nothing personal, really, that was fucking incredible. We both just know this was a one-time thing, so why drag it out, you know?”

“Sure, I get it. I’ll be traveling soon anyway” he shrugged, but his eyes wouldn’t meet yours and your heart deflated a little. You shook your head at the sensation, standing up to pull on your underwear—you suddenly felt very exposed as he quickly dressed himself. Just as you pulled your baggy sleep tee over your head, Jake nodded your way and quickly left. You heard the front door shut quietly and you made your way out to the living room to lock it behind him, ignoring the sad, sinking in your gut.

***

“Great to meet you too, Jake” you forced a smile, thoughts racing faster than you could catch them.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, please let me know your thoughts or if you have any feedback :)

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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Billy Mine - Act 2.9

I rush around my apartment getting ready for work. I'm filled with nervous energy. I told my mom I wanted Bill. I wanted him to be my date to the fundraiser this weekend. I wanted him back in my life. I'm hoping she'll smooth the way with Dad. The thought of that makes me feel ill, but he knows Bill is a good guy. He selected him to protect me.

I jump at the sound of knocking & I break out in goosebumps. I smile knowing it's Billy Mine on the other side of that door, but I check the cameras just to be safe. I open the door & he leans against the door frame, "Morning, Bun. Set to go?"

"Almost." I continue to gather my things as Bill steps into my apartment. My gaze keeps getting drawn back to him. He's leaning against the side table waiting for me, arms casually folded across his chest. I walk over to him & his head tilts in silent question, I bring my hand to the nape of his neck and touch my lips to his. The muscles in his neck tense up & I give him a light squeeze as I trace my tongue along the seam of his lips. He opens to me as he wraps an arm around my waist & his other hand rests at my throat, but he lets me control the kiss. I've loved this man for practically my entire life. The feel & taste of him is even better than i imagined. At the end, he kisses me hard and breaks the kiss. It leaves me breathless. His hand moved to my hip & his thumb draws small circles against my throat. I smile at him & he narrows his eyes at me, but he doesn't look mad…"What?"

He moves away from the table & stands to his full height, making me look up at him. "You don't look like the Bunny I remember," tapping his temple. "But in certain things you do or say," rubbing his chest, "It hits me hard."

"What did I do?"

"The look and the smile." Nervous laughter, "You had the same look the day I met you."

"It's when I claimed you as Billy Mine."

Billy tilt my chin up & drops a soft kiss against my lips. "That, you did."

"And I just reclaimed you."

Backing up, putting more distance between us, but with a happy smile, "Don't make my job harder than it already is, sweetheart."

"You said I'd have security if I'm not at work or in residence. I'm in residence." I stalk him & his smile gets wider. "You're off the clock."

"Juliet. No." He says it firmly enough to make me stop in my tracks, but what is he going to do to me? Pfft! "Don't even think it." He grabs my arm & ushers me towards the door. "You'll be late for work." He nudges me into the hallway. "Now, I'm on the clock. Behave."

*****

My parents flew home, so I'm meeting them for dinner after work. Mom didn't get back to me whether she spoke to Dad about Bill or not, but I'll tell him tonight. I'm nervous. We get to the restaurant, and my folks aren't there yet. Bill stays with me until he can do a handoff with the Secret Service when my folk arrive. He'll come to get me when dinner's over. "Bun? You ok?"

"Yea, sure."

"What's going on? Talk to me."

"I had told my mom that I wanted you to come with me to the Fundraiser. She was going to bring it up with Dad, but I haven't heard from them, so I was going to talk to him tonight." Shrugs, "I'm just nervous."

The door opens & Billy's demeanor changes. My parents arrive with Adam, an ex-boyfriend. I instinctually step back into Billy.

"Darling." My mom walks over & pulls me away from Billy, disguised as a hug. I give her a kiss on the cheek and go to Dad.

"Hi, Jules." I hug him.

"Hey, Dad." Staying by my Dad's side, "Adam? What are you doing here?"

"Juliet!" my mom admonishes me. I watch mom's gaze track Billy's whereabouts. "Adam was on our flight back, so I invited him to join us for dinner. He's in town for the weekend to visit his folks, I'm having them join us for the fundraiser."

"Oh really?" My anger just leveled up. Nothing against Adam. He was nice guy...for someone else. We dated for 4 months. He looks good on paper but I didn't see a future with him. He wasn't Billy. "Excuse me." I make my way to Bill as I see him head towards the door. "Billy?" He stops but he doesn't turn to me so I have to go in front of him. "Stay for dinner."

"That's not going to be a good idea. I'd just be one too many." I watch him shrug his left shoulder. It's always been a "tell" when he's annoyed. "You should get back to your family and...guest." He looks back at them.

"He's..."

"Adam Thurston III. I know who he is. My job is security, remember."

"Then you should know that I broke up with him, right? Besides he's my mother's guest. Not mine. My guest is standing here arguing with me."

Sighing, "Go back to your family, Juliet."

"You're my family, Billy." I hate the weakness I hear in my voice but this is Billy.

"Call when you're ready to leave."

"Will you come for me or are you sending an agent? Because I'll leave right now with you."

"Call me and I'll be here." Billy turns and leaves the restaurant.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers. @terry2227 @russosafehaven @celestialams

#billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fanfiction #billy mine x bunny girl #billy russo #billy mine

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Repetition does nothing to reinforce the idea that having him personally deliver donuts to Ship Five’s front door is prohibitively expensive. Mostly because he’s pretty sure he knows who’s responsible for placing the order despite the ominous choice of name.

Nothing wrong with continuing business as usual, even if this feels like rubbing salt in the wound.

Wolfwood scratches at the side of his neck, keeping himself busy with stray thoughts and not the growing nervousness bubbling at the bottom of his stomach.

What the hell kind of alias is Knives anyway? Maybe Vash thought it’d be funny, maybe this is a sign he’s about to be cut up into a million pieces for having spoken to one of the most rare, amazing creatures in the universe.

Twice, even.

While he’s standing there on the stern ramp, twiddling his thumbs (if he had thumbs to twiddle, because his hands are currently occupied holding a box of donuts) and waiting for the access doors to part, the back of his neck prickles.

He isn’t sure what to expect when the doors finally unseal. The teeny, tiny part of him hoping that Vash would be there to greet him dies immediately.

That’s okay, he’d been prepared for this possibility. He had not, however, anticipated meeting Vash’s twin. Twin, he assumes, because they share the same face and height and just about nothing else that he can discern through a first impression alone. He knows a man not to be trifled with when he sees one.

Wolfwood does his best not to stare.

“Got your donuts right here,” he announces without a great deal of confidence. Wolfwood extends the pink box and all its custom oil stains up and out for Knives to accept. The man’s face seems indecipherably placid, and Wolfwood wonders if that’s just his eyes adjusting from the bright light of the twin suns to looking inside past the doorway.

“For, uh…Knives, right? I’ll just be givin’ you this and I’ll be on my merry way.”

Wolfwood looks ready to speed walk down the ramp as soon as he makes the handoff.

"Ah, bakery man." Right, he's ordered donuts hasn't he. For Vash, obviously since he doesn't eat them himself, but mainly as an excuse to properly meet the baker since Vash had refused to actually introduce them properly for him to assess the man.

His eyes flick over him slowly, though nothing about his expression changes as they do. "Hm, yes I see why he thought yours breasts were exemplary. I suppose he can keep you. This way, then." He turns on his heel, gesturing impatiently for Wolfwood to follow him inside.

"My brother is busy at the moment but he'll want his donuts soon enough, I'm sure." And isn't Knives a great brother, getting both them and his bakery man here for him before he even ordered them? "You can wait with me." That will at least give him permission to be waiting around, and hopefully prevent anyone bothering him at the same time. Vash would be inconsolable if someone chased the bakery man off before he got to see him.

He's halfway down the hall before he stops, a thought coming to him. "You did get your clothing when I returned it, yes?" Leaving it in a bag looped over one of his knives stabbed into the bakery door might be a bit more accurate, but close enough. "They should have been undamaged."

#wolfwoocl #w27 tag tbt #knives: small talk successful

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Giving Report with the Healthcare Boys (LU in Healthcare snippets)

What patient handoff and/or shift change looks like for some of the boys!

Wild stretched as he entered the staff lounge and caught sight of a coworker getting on shift. His feet were sore and he had a headache, but overall he felt pretty good despite the chaotic day.

"How was today?" his coworker asked.

Wild shrugged. "Busy."

His coworker smirked. "Well at least you're actually mostly in uniform today."

Wild looked down at his black scrub bottoms (that he absolutely didn't steal from Twilight), light blue polo, and sleeveless black jacket. "Yeah, I guess so."

"What kind of adventures did you have today?"

Wild laughed. "Only one, thanks. We eventually found MRI."

"How long did it take for you and your patient to find MRI?"

"Um," Wild shifted awkwardly. "Maybe twenty minutes? Didn't mess up her appointment, so it was fine. Besides, she got to see the ambulance bay and a friend of mine showed her the back of the ambulance, which she thought was really cool."

"That sounds like way more than twenty minutes!" his coworker laughed.

"We had fun and got there eventually," Wild shrugged as he crossed his arms. "That's all that matters."

When his coworker continued to guffaw at the entire situation, Wild rolled his eyes exasperatedly and clocked out. He was ready to have some of the dinner that he'd made for himself yesterday, and he was excited to get home and relax.

XXX

"I just fueled her up, she should be set to fly for you tonight," Sky said as he pat his hand against the helicopter with a warm smile. "The only thing I can think of is that you need to watch the cyclic; it's a little jerky if you adjust it too fast. I was going to see if maybe I could look it over but we kept getting calls."

Belari nodded. "Got it! I'll take a look at it with the shift checks. Sorry you were flying all night, though."

Sky shrugged. "It wasn't too terrible. But I'm definitely ready to go to bed."

Belari laughed at that. "Sky, you're always ready to go to bed."

XXX

Twilight grabbed a clipboard and his finger slid down across different names of patients. "So these two are the ones who have been the biggest ones to look out for. Airway issues for this kid, and the parents aren't in there, so just keep an ear out, especially if her nurse is busy. The other is on seizure precautions, everything's set up but he's already had one seizure today."

The tech he was handing off to sighed. "Poor kid. I thought they'd gotten that under control."

"Yeah, we all thought that," Twilight remarked sadly before continuing with his report. "This one here is a standby with one assist, usually uses a bedside commode for toileting. This one in room 12 needs a sitter, you might get stuck there a bit. He's not really bad, just developmentally delayed and likes to throw things. He's nonverbal, but he understands more than you think, so just redirect him. Loves to listen to Barney, so I've literally just been playing it on repeat all day. Kept him pretty preoccupied. Rooms 1, 3, 4, and 5 are night baths. The 24 hour QCs have been done, I think you'll just have to do the EKG machines."

"Is the lift still broken?" his coworker asked with dread.

Twilight grimaced. "Uh, yeah. But the only one you'd need it for is room 8, and she's pretty light."

His coworker crossed her arms. "Yeah, light to you, Mr. I-Can-Bench-Press-the-Planet."

Twilight couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, and then he spluttered to try and compensate when she waved him off.

"Get out of here, Twi," she said exasperatedly. "It's gonna be a long night and you don't need to be here for it."

XXX

Wind settled beside his preceptor as the night shift respiratory therapist pulled up a chair. He shifted nervously, knowing that Daphnes had said he would be giving report for one of the patients; this was Wind's first time even attempting to give report.

"All right, go for it," his preceptor's relief said, ready for report.

Wind swallowed and nodded. "Okay, so room 12 is a 54-year-old female, post-op day 1 for a CABGx3. She's still intubated because they can't get a good neuro on her, I think? Like for us she's been fine, breathing spontaneously on the vent, but they're afraid she can't protect her airway if we extubate."

Daphnes held out a small piece of paper to Wind, who jumped, realizing what he'd forgotten. "Oh! Right, her last gas looked good, but her lactate was high so that's another issue she's got going on. She's got a 7.5 ETT, 23 at the lips, cuff's fully inflated and intact. She's on 30% FiO2, PEEP of 8, pressure support."

"Tolerating the vent? Suctioning, any secretions you're getting out?"

Wind's heart skipped another beat as he felt like he was messing everything up. "She's tolerating it, yeah. Hasn't really bucked it all. Because, you know, no neuro and the like. She isn't following commands or anything. They're not sure what's wrong. She doesn't have a lot of secretions, last time I went in she was good. Lung sounds are clear, a little diminished in the bases."

The respiratory therapist finished scribbling notes and then nodded. "Okay, sounds good."

Wind leaned back heavily in his seat as his preceptor gave report on the other two patients they'd been caring for. When he was finished, Daphnes put a hand on Wind's shoulder.

"Good job on report," he said with a smile.

Wind watched him uncertainly. "I thought it sucked."

Daphnes laughed. "It's your first report. You went over the broad strokes. You'll get there, Wind. Good work today."

Smiling, Wind perked up and nodded. "Thanks."

XXX

Hyrule tried not to feel overwhelmed when he brought the stretcher into the large room filled with people waiting for him. He could do his job and take care of the patient, but giving report always made him nervous.

He caught sight of Legend in the corner, who gave him a smile and a nod.

Taking a deep breath, Hyrule stood beside the stretcher alongside a tech while Mo and another nurse moved to the other side of the hospital bed where they'd lined up with the stretcher, grabbing the sheet under the patient.

On three, the four slid the patient from the stretcher to the bed, and people swarmed around her as Hyrule stepped back.

"71-year-old female, stroke alert, last known normal was two hours ago at 1945," Hyrule started loudly so both Legend and the physician could hear him as they worked. "She's got right sided facial droop and arm weakness, as well as aphasia. No neglect or vision changes to my knowledge. She hasn't changed for us over transport, she's just been like this since we got on scene. She can follow commands, can't really say anything but she'll track your movement. Vitals have been stable throughout transport, glucose was 112. I've got bilateral 18s in both ACs, one's saline locked and the other's KVO. Sinus rhythm on the monitor. History of TIA and hypertension. Any questions?"

"Does she have family coming?" Legend asked as he labeled blood samples pulled from one of her IVs.

Hyrule nodded. "Daughter's on her way."

The charge nurse walked in. "CT 3 is ready for you guys."

Legend nodded. "Thanks, Roolie. We'll see you later."

With that, Hyrule stepped out of the room as Legend and a few others guided the patient's bed out of the room and headed off to get a head CT. He blew out a deep breath of relief and made his way to his partner, who was cleaning the stretcher.

"Well that was exciting," Mo commented.

Hyrule had to laugh. "Yeah, no kidding. Maybe we can sleep the rest of the night."

"You really think so?"

"...No."

"Me neither."

XXX

"Well you took your sweet time," Legend grumbled as Warriors plopped into a seat beside him.

"I can't help that morning huddle took an eternity," Warrior fired back, rolling his eyes. "I'm not charge today, and the one who is just stood there for like a solid five minutes figuring out where everyone should go. So what do you have for me?"

"In the twenty years it took you to get here, I discharged one of the patients," Legend explained, getting a good-natured chuckle out of his friend. He pulled up the other patients' charts. "You only have two to worry about. Room 28 is a 24-year-old female, A/Ox4, stable, she's here for generalized body aches, they're doing a flu workup for her so she's on droplet precautions. She's been stable, no known medical history, she's fine in there. I took care of all the orders for her, we're literally just waiting for results."

Warriors nodded, reviewing the chart briefly before Legend moved on to the next patient. "Okay, this other one is the issue. Roolie brought him in about an hour ago, respiratory distress CHF patient, was on CPAP with Roolie and then we intubated him here; he's on propofol for the sedation. He's gotten 60 of IV Lasix and 2 inches of nitro paste, got a Foley in and it's put out like 150 so far, so mostly responsive to the Lasix. But they did an echo on him and his EF is absolute garbage, so even though we're getting fluid off it isn't doing much. They're talking about putting him on a milrinone drip, I've got the tubing and stuff ready if they decide to do it. Big surprise, he's been consistently hypertensive for me, started out at 220/136 now his systolics are lingering in the 160s. He was tachycardic and I think the nitro didn't do him any favors for that, but the good thing about milrinone is that you got reflex bradycardia with it, so hurray."

Rubbing a hand over his face, Warriors grumbled, "You always manage to bring me such great patients, don't you?"

"Hey, I got rid of a stroke patient earlier, you should thank your lucky stars," Legend retorted. "Stroke alerted her and she went straight to surgery. These two are all you got. They're working on getting this one up to the ICU as soon as possible. You've got an 18 in the left AC and a 20 in the right upper arm. Your propofol is going at 30 in the AC. The tube is a 7.0 and it's 21 at the lips. They're alive. End of story."

"Well, that's all that matters, anyway," Warriors muttered, perusing the patient's chart before glancing at his friend. "You okay?"

Legend huffed. "Am I okay? Yeah, sure, we got our asses kicked last night. But it's over. Just going to stay a bit to catch up on charting and then I'm getting the hell out of this nightmare."

"Charting," Warriors said with as much disgust as he could muster. "I hate charting."

"You and me both. Good luck, Wars."

XXX

In the ICU it was typical to have only one to two patients. On a day like this, where staffing was short, however, it was surprising and rarely a good sign when one was lucky enough to be singled with a patient.

It usually meant the patient was a mess.

Four sighed as he grabbed his report sheet and his multicolored pens and sat down beside the nurse who he would be receiving report from. After pulling up the patient's chart, he gave his coworker an affirmative nod that he was ready.

"This is a John Doe, just got up to the unit at 1545 from the OR. He is approximately somewhere in his 30s. Involved in a motor vehicle crash, vehicle versus a tractor. He got extricated and flown here. He was awake and lethargic on scene, apparently, got RSI'd in the field when he couldn't really protect his airway from bleeding with facial trauma. Got 2 units of RBCs in the air, another in the ED, and another in the OR. CT showed right femur fracture, skull fracture with intracranial hemorrhage, multiple facial fractures, rib fractures, and cardiac contusion with tamponade. They placed a bolt in the OR, he v-fib arrested and they shocked him twice. We've given 1L crystalloid for more fluid resuscitation and 1 unit FFP. He's kind of vasoplegic but not by much, still he's on epi at 3 and Levo at 5. Still getting a fluid bolus right now. Ready for systems?"

Four scribbled feverishly, and then he paused. "Wait, who was the surgeon?"

"Time."

Four smiled. Good. That meant the team would be keeping a close eye on the situation. "Okay, I'm ready for systems."

"Neuro, he's a RASS -3 with a goal of -4. He's no longer paralyzed, it was reversed at 1600. He's got the bolt, it's subarachnoid. His ICP has been steady in the..."

The longer the nurse talked, the more Four realized this was going to be a long shift. But he'd get through it. They went through neurological, respiratory, cardiac, gastrointestinal, genioturinary, musculoskeletal, and skin individually before reviewing lab work, and then Four wrote down what points of access he had, including a central line, an arterial line, and three peripheral lines, as well as all the different medications going in through them. After finishing handoff with the other nurse, Four sat in his chair for a moment and just took a deep breath.

Time to get to work.

#I have no idea what kind of handoff pilots do with each other #so I just figured it would be maintenance related lol #at first I was like 'I should make this simple because non-medical audience'#and then I was like 'screw it let's have fun'#so then we just got increasingly more complicated with reports because this is what the boys would be doing for work anyway #so this one's for all the medical nerds #as a general rule ER is more concerned about what's going to immediately kill you while ICU needs to know everything about you #hence the difference in reports #respiratory therapists are concerned about respiratory stuff so they're very focused #techs care for a lot of patients on the unit and have specific things they look out for to assist the nurses and help the patients #I didn't even attempt to do Time's report because I know too little about surgical notes to fake one lol #maybe someday XD #lu in healthcare #writing

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burritosandpeppermint · 3 months

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Today was our last day of dog sitting

And we already miss the little goober.

She belongs to two friends who took a two and a half week trip abroad, so they couldn't bring her, and we were between vacations, so we said yes, of course, but only if we could have her at our place. So we set up a visit for them to bring her to our place a couple of days before the actual handoff so she would feel more comfortable. It worked pretty well! She definitely missed her folks but she got used to the new situation pretty quickly and we all started getting used to new sounds (she didn't care about the sirens going by on the highway we live on but she did bark at almost every neighbor going up and down the stairs right outside our door), smells (you really learn what needs to be addressed in your home if a dog takes interest in it), and food and sleep schedules. Most of the time we worked while she dozed in one of her beds or we cuddled on the couch or we all slept in bed together.

First night missing her folks:

Winter storm watch:

Staying warm:

Staying cozy:

Intrepid explorations:

Couch squishes:

Play time:

And just being zonked out:

Her folks came by this morning to get her, and she was over the moon, and seemed ready to just enjoy all five of us hanging out together, but they had to take her home and we had to get back to our regular lives, especially since we had meetings to attend or lead.

We're talking again about getting a dog, which we can't currently do unless they're an Emotional Support Animal, which could happen, but we'll see. In the meantime I don't have to worry about feedings or quieting her when the neighbors come home or making room for her on the bed...but I do still miss having her. We're going to try to do weekly game nights with her folks so we'll at least be able to see her more frequently.

At least I took some photos.

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campgender · 2 years

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fags & dykes go together like blankets & pillows 💖

[ID: an original poem with stylized punctuation. the text reads: say my type is mad dykes and am only half-joking. love her sharp nails and his strong arms and faer spiked clothes, the way she drives for hours, says she’ll lift as many weights as it takes to get me in and out the house intact and he hovers at the side of the road every time my motor shudders and fae mails me armor in the shape of ear plugs and flower petals and fabric painted with somebody beheading a rapist. stitch it to my purse like a crest.

the way these limp wrists need never open my own bottle or carry my own bag or bear my own burden. it’s an art, this handoff, the way you’re always already reaching before my knees buckle or lips shutter or memories take a permanent marker to my sulci.

I tease that you’re defending my honor, three-person society of spitfire and sleepless nights, but it’s true, you’ve taken a shard of glass and a sewing needle and a pocket knife and carved out space for my anger to sputter to life. hold the torch tight every time the heat’s too much for me to take.

tell faer each letter’s a draft of fresh air. tell her our wedding will be lavender. tell him I’m constructing my self-esteem in the font of his calligraphy. everything soft in me is because you’re ready to scratch eyes out on my behalf at a moment’s notice. everything soft in me is curled beneath the rampart of your forearms. say my type is mad dykes and have never been so serious, god, never been so safe. end ID]

#poetry #poets on tumblr #queer poetry #polyamory #femme4butch #femme4femme #fag4dyke #polyam #okay to reblog <3 #mac writes #reclaimed #image described #rachael tag #vic tag #glen tag #everything goes back to femme

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100hearteyes · 8 months

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I watched Élite seasons 1 through 5 (I'm sooo late, I know) and boy do I have thoughts. Be warned: this is a really really long post.

First off: I loved the first three seasons. They're quite good for what they set out to do and they wrap up the overarching story in an overall satisfying manner. I was surprised by how invested I got in the two main straight couples and really liked the main queer one. The show itself and the mysteries were always gripping (it made me want to watch 'just one more' over and over again), and the storytelling and plot were honestly pretty neatly constructed, especially considering the kind of show we're talking about. Loved the additions in seasons 2 and 3, and who they decided to get rid of after 1. Lu (so problematic during her worst times but it was aldo so so pleasant to watch her grow up and become a better person), Nadia, Carla, Guzmán, Rebeka, and Omar are clear standouts for me (Danna, Mina, Claudia are quite possibly the three best actors of the first story).

Which brings me to seasons 4 and 5 (haven't watched 6 and don't know if I want to, which is telling when just a few seconds ago I was telling you I couldn't put down the first three seasons), where the exact fucking opposite happened.

-- brief intermission: Lu and Nadia's friendship is the very best thing about seasons 1 to 3; Danna Paola acted the hell out of every single line and scene she was given; Mina, Georgina, Ester, and Claudia were outstanding too --

Most characters had a clear pathway of development and their stories closed out on a firm note of either growth or regression (or something a bit more complex than that), instead of flip-flopping back and forth between points A, B, and C for three seasons.

-- brief intermission 2: it's important to keep in mind that season 4 had some positives (one very big one); season 5 is the really bad one --

Let me preface this by stating the obvious. High school/college shows that are directly bound to their HS/C setting have an evident handicap: they can't really ever leave that setting (which with enough skill you can turn into a strength imho). This gives you three options.

A - Keep your characters at the eternal age of 15/16/17/18, which ruins the characters and storytelling, because 1) it becomes absolutely nonsensical, and 2) it forces you to do that same flip-flopping where characters keep growing and regressing and growing and regressing ad eternum (see: Marvel's Iron Man);

B - Renew the cast every so often, which gives you the chance to tell new stories and refresh your show with each new cycle, therefore lending it a longevity that won't tire your viewers out, because it's basically like you're making a whole new show every three or for years. You have to do it well, though, so viewers don't feel like they're watching the same story over and over just with different faces.

C - A mix of options A and B. You renew the cast but keep some characters to give it a sense of continuity. This is what Élite does: some characters spill over from seasons 3 to 4, and then (I googled) some introduced in the second three-season arc stay for the handoff to season 7. And, sure, it makes sense continuity and familiarity wise, but it also demands careful writing so that the storylines of the characters that are going to stay over for the next overall arc don't feel closed and so that those characters have clear room to grow. So do you know who definitely should NOT be the ones you choose to keep, *most especially* in a high school setting? Your main characters aka the ones whose full story you just told. They're ready to graduate, my buddies. Let them!

And this is where the issues start (but definitely do not end) for Élite. The characters that stay over for season 4 - SPOILER - are (iirc) Samuel and Guzmán, the ~main characters~, plus Ander, Omar, Cayetana, and last but not least my baby Rebeka. The show comes up with mildly logical ploys and explanations for those six to remain, but right off the bat, it's way too many. Six characters??? That's OVER HALF of the main cast of seasons 2 and 3.

While it made sense to have Rebeka and Caye – additions in season 2 and whose stories you could feel hadn't reached their conclusion –, Samu, Guzmán, Ander, and Omar's character arcs were done. They had grown all they had to grow. What does that mean for the story? It means that we had to watch the slow and steady (not literal) assassination of all four characters. It was so painful to watch as the showrunners undid all the growth SGOA had done over the past three seasons and destroyed their characters for the sake of keeping them on the show. The way Guzmán and Samu went back to being assholes to each other made absolutely no fucking sense. And it was honestly fucking annoying seeing that after they became friends so organically in the first arc. That was a friendship you rooted for ffs. As for Omar and Ander, while it made sense on paper for them to still be in high school due to what happened in season 3, the writers could have easily written them off, because their arc WAS over. We'd done the closet. We'd done the back and forth. We'd done the cheating. We'd done the breaking up and making up and all 72 lines of Katy Perry's Hot N Cold. We'd done Omar's story with Nadia, the parents, and Lu (BEST friendship btw), and Ander's with Polo, Guzmán, and his mom. And then the writers decided to put them in a narrative vacuum with a third, endlessly annoying dude and redo all the gay drama parts but ten times worse 🙃

And that's just season 4, because Guzmán and Ander leave at the end of that and then in season 5 the writers decide to fuck up Omar and Samu's friendship too. Fuck you for putting my son Omar through the ringer tbh.

This is coming out way longer than I anticipated (as usual). ANYWAY, quality goes way down in seasons 4 and especially 5. The mysteries are boring and predictable, and – this is important – sex takes on that GOT quality of mattering for nothing other than to goad people to watch. With each season, sex becomes more and more graphic and less and less meaningful for plot and characterization. It's just softcore porn. There's a beautiful sex scene in S4 (I'm biased tho ngl lol) but everything in S5 is Not It.

Rebeka and Caye are two of the best three/four things of seasons 4 and 5. Nevertheless, they ruined Omar, Ander, Samu, and Guzmán, like I said, and the additions to the cast are no better.

Patrick, Ari, and Benjamín (introduced in S4) are frankly bad characters; Philippe (S4) is a missed opportunity; Isadora (S5) is just there to suffer (1 - I say this despite Isa being a good character with lots of potential and Valentina Zenere doing excellent work with her; 2 - I suspect she will have a bigger role in S6, which would be good); and Cruz (1 - I've never met Portuguese person called Cruz (mas também nunca tinha visto ninguém chamado Carloto, por isso o que sei eu lol), 2 - Carloto Cotta's acting is Not Good At All) and Iván (both S5) serve possibly the worst plotline of all five seasons. The only super welcome addition is... Mencía ❤️ even so, her turnaround in season 5 is soooo poorly done and with it the show ruined the best thing about season 4, because if one thing's for sure with Élite is that no one can ever have a happy ending. The writers made that crystal clear when they brought Guzmán, Omar, and Ander back for the second overall arc of the show.

That brings me to the two good things about season 4, all of which season 5 destroyed. Caye is given room to grow into her better self after her fuck-ups in the first arc and she shines in season 4. Then in 5 they decide she should actually be in love with her abuser 👍

Rebe and Menci *whimsical sigh*. I fell in love with them. Their push and pull was the heart of s4, which firmly paved the way for reconciliation in 5. It happened. And then it didn't. Then it happened again. And then it didn't. Again. It's so fucking frustrating, because they built one of the best love stories in the show – by far the best of the second arc – and poofed it away like it meant nothing. Fuck it hurt. Honestly for me Rebe/Menci is up there with Nadia/Guzmán, Samu/Carla, and Omar/Ander seasons 1-3. The epic love story the show had been unable to repeat with anyone else. It also gave Rebe her due spotlight and agency and the sensational Claudia Salas a chance to shine. Her chemistry with Mencía/Martina Cariddi was off the fucking charts. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say they had the most explosive chemistry of all of Élite along with Carla/Samuel. And if they were going to destroy it, I'd rather they would have done it in season 4 when Rebeka made a choice that she herself said meant losing Mencía forever than what they did in 5. Because FUUUUCCKKK they really made me believe that reconciliation was possible in s5.

Rebeka was wonderful throughout all five seasons and my only criticism is that I would have given her even more screen time while she was on the show. I miss her already 🥲

This takes me to *drumroll* Mencía. Gosh I love my baby Menci, who has the nicest, most radiant smile. They had her make some stupid choices in season 4 but I guess they had to feed the Armando storyline for all eight episodes. Also, it allowed for some badass Rebe scenes as well as some great hurt/comfort. Season 5 is a garbage fire and she gets dragged along. Mencía is a /wonderful/ character throughout though, it's just a shame that the writers continually chose to cause her pain and to put her between a rock and a hard place.

Which brings me to my last but not least talking point: women and queer people get the short end of the stick over and over and over again.

Just to be clear, racial diversity is worse than bad – we have three (?) black people in five seasons, all with minor roles – but this is Spain we're talking about, so unfortunately my expectations on that front were below zero (the same goes for Portuguese content btw). We have Nadia and Omar in the first three seasons. I'm hesitant to include Lu, Iván, Valerio, Isa as Latinos, because I don't know exactly how it works in Spain, but we don't make that distinction in Portugal. First time I heard of Latinos was in a US media context. I don't want to be ignorant/dismissive though so I'm at least making a reference to the four of them.

-- TW sexual assault --

Four women who are victims of sexual violence in the first five seasons (I'm choosing to include Carla's dad pimping her out to Yeray in this too – Yeray was all too happy to go with it until Carla made it clear that she hated it so much she needed drugs to withstand pretending to be in love with him), three of them in seasons 4 and 5. You see what I'm talking about when I mention how bad those two seasons are? As for the queer characters (some overlap): cancer, prostitution, constant cheating, two instances of borderline p*dophilia (as in, a fully grown adult and a teenager), homophobia, family abandonment, transphobia (in season 6, according to a review I read), racism, religious intolerance, sexual assault, drug dealing – seriously, all the kids who dabble in it one time or another for whatever reason (Omar, Rebe, Valerio, Patrick) are queer – etc etc etc.

And while mistakes were learning opportunities in the first overall arc – e.g. Rebe and Valerio's drug dealing in season 3, however brief, and the damage it caused – in seasons 4 and especially 5 they're just something that happens for drama and pain and to push characters back on their growth, not that they will ever learn from them. Remember when we talked about how seasons 1-3 mostly managed to avoid the Tony Stark Syndrome? Well 4 and 5 revel in it. Character development is but a mirage.

I think this is it. Anyway, Rebe x Menci forever, and Lu, Nadia, and Carla are my babies ❤️

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