i would personally much prefer to watch the story of a parentified glass child with unaddressed neurodivergence who has lived her entire life for others finally learning to choose herself and start a life with the only person who cares to see her for who she is than to watch that girl continue to do everything on her own and never be made to understand she deserves to be taken care of as well! and to be completely honest i think it will be lazy for her story if all of this pain she feels about being alone and becca “advancing” in romance and life without her and the fear of ending up alone results in her realizing she is asexual and aromantic and wants to be alone anyway because it’s just not what i get from the character or the arc sorry tdeardz maybe this is problematic of me but these are my thoughts with utmost respect
somehow it comes up that troy had a crush on shane and was going to ask for his number. and after troy gets ribbed by his teammates and ilya makes a big scene, shane is like, “well i never would’ve gone out with you lol.”
and troy smiles, “right, because you were with roz the whole time.”
“i mean, yes, but also because you and dallas kent spent years calling me and jj ‘rush hour’ and asking hayden if his wife was his beard to cover up his big gay relationship with me.”
the rest of the centaurs blink. harris puts his head in his hands and groans.
Lol my expectations of men are that they should care about children being killed, starved, bombed, and missing. If you can’t meet those expectations I will in fact be shocked every time! Because wow!!! That’s pretty fucking grim man!!! So when people are like “yeah ofcourse they’re gonna be maga heads, lower ur expectations” I’ll still sit there in confusion and be like wow,,,, those people think it’s okay to murder kids because they don’t have a piece of fucking paper. The bar is in hell, i do not know how to lower it anymore than that.
My biggest fear is having sons, raising them to be respectful and support women only for them to turn around and become weak minded misogynistic pricks because of their peers
It is no surprise to me that Rich white men support the Rich white men party but to be that disrespectful to your MOTHER who should’ve and wouldve been on a women’s Olympic hockey team, helped pioneer women’s international hockey, and worked her ass off to help the women’s team you publicly supported but disparaged in private is foul behavior. I’d be so embarrassed to be their mother if I was Ellen
Furthermore can I just add that these guys KNOW supporting trump is ignorant cause they don’t follow him publicly they’re too scared to. Arguably makes it 100 times worse. the files have come out, ICE is tearing entire FAMILIES and LIVES apart. They are KILLING innocent people and you will sit here and LAUGH on the phone to the MAN WHOS FAULT THIS ALL IS. FUCK YOU TEAM USA AND ESPECIALLY brock faber since you GREW UP in minnesota these people are your NEIGHBOURS and you’re just gonna laugh like an idiot on the phone to your stupid president. oh but it’s an honour to talk to him right? stfu. and maybe I am too woke if too woke is caring about the wellbeing of people who’s president will NEVER care
also if you disagree with me go ahead and block me cause it’s so fucking ignorant what team usa is doing especially with what everyone has witnessed the past year and now openly talking to the president and shit makes me want to throw up especially when they know what he’s done and it’s almost impossible to not know about the political climate in the usa since it’s all over social media, the news, etc. and don’t tell me “but they’re drunk!!” excuse cause that’s such bullshit, they know it’s wrong to openly support a piece of shit like that and it’s probably always been like that but they just have media training. but hey, they’re all rich white guys so they don’t give a fuck about what the citizens of america have been going through and the people who have been deported and killed and all the horrors that have happened.
jack hughes with laila edwards and caroline harvey, members of a historic usa team that just won gold. two women trained by jack's mother who spend a not insignificant amount of time training with him and his brothers. and jack hughes after the president joked to him and his teamates that he would be forced to consider the women's team equal to the men's.
quinn hughes following a pro ice woman on ig & then reposting the fbi director of facists and matt boldy... hyping that pos up.. WHILE PLAYING IN MINNESOTA of all places.
Summary: Y/n makes some grooming choices that Luke isn't a fan of and he can't help but make it known.
Word count: 1k
The build up to the end of the season was basically just preparation for summer at the lake for y/n. Luke got on with his hockey and she got on with making herself summer ready.
Which included one thing that Luke wasn't exactly informed of but didn't protest. Which was her growing out her bush
Given that he didn't complain, y/n never thought to mention why she was growing it out.
Then they lost in the play-offs against Carolina and y/n booked in her appointment knowing they'd be heading out of New Jersey soon.
"Hey, baby. You doing much today?" Luke asks as y/n gets ready and he wait for Jack to appear so they can go to locker clean out day.
"A few appointments but nothing too heavy. Gotta pack up stuff to leave once I'm back." Y/n smiles while Luke nods at her. "Did you want me to come with you?"
"No. I don't think anyone's bringing their girlfriend or wives...or anything in between." Luke smiles then sighing as she moves over and hugs him while his long arms wrap around her. "But if you did want to come with me, you know I'd bring you anyway."
"I'm sure you devils all say that but still none of us go." Y/n jokes then shaking her head. "No, I do have appointments to actually attend. But if you'd like to drop me off on the way...I would't complain."
"I'll pick you up too if you need me to." Luke smiles earning a nod from the young woman before Jack appears.
"Can't wait for the two of you to be all over each other at the lake so mom can plan your wedding out in front of you both." Jack states while putting his cap on and y/n side eyes the older man who she has started to see and treat like a brother of her own.
Luke informs his brother they're giving y/n a ride and since Luke's driving, Jack's in the back so y/n can be in the passenger seat.
"I'm literally older than both of you."
"You could always drive?" Luke offers knowing that Jack doesn't like driving for some reason, though he's never really explained why.
"Fine, I'll sit in the back. But as soon as she's out that's my seat."
"Whatever you say, Jacky." Y/n smiles then sticking out her tongue at the older man.
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In all honestly, the process of a hollywood wax is one of those "beauty is pain" moments. Although y/n has nothing against having hair down there, her preference is to be bald. Especially during the summer, though it will grow back enough for another couple rounds of being waxed back off during the summer.
Luke does pick y/n up and she laughs seeing Jack in the back of the car, clearly having been forced to get back there before y/n had got out the building.
"Get all your appointments sorted?" Luke asks making her nod and smile as she leans across the console and kisses him softly.
They all get back to the apartment and Jack disappears going to pack for himself while y/n sighs flopping down on the bed as Luke dumps his stuff that he'd cleared out from his locker and anything else he'd found dotted around that might've been his.
But he doesn't have quite as much interest in sorting through his stuff and packing stuff up ready to leave. Instead he smirks looking at his girlfriend laid out on their bed and moves leaning over her with a hand resting either side of her as he does so.
"Luke." Y/n breathes, being careful not to be too loud since Jack has made it known that he's overhead them and if he overhears them now he'll make his exit to avoid it known too.
"I want a taste of you, baby." Luke states pulling off her top before moving his kisses down her body, a wet trail as evidence of where he's been.
It's only when he pulls her pants down that he pauses and voices a concern.
"Where'd it go?"
"Sorry?" Y/n chokes out not expecting him to say anything like that at all.
"Sorry, baby. It's just your hair...it's gone."
"Yeah...well that was one of my appointments. Had to get rid of all that." Y/n smiles lightly but Luke's frown doesn't shift. "Is that ok?"
"I...guess." Luke mumbles then shaking it off. "Whatever you prefer, your body and all that."
Not exactly loving words with that tone.
"Luke..."
"I liked it."
"You did?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I thought you liked it too, that's why you were growing it out so I didn't have to say anything." Luke mumbles before shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. It's gone now anyway."
"Lukey..." Y/n laughs not actually believing the fact he's upset she got a wax to remove it all. "How about next time I just get a bikini, that way they don't remove it all but just the parts that might be on show?"
"I want you to be comfortable."
"I don't mind. I just don't want a full bush when we're at the lake."
Luke ponders the idea before smiling and nodding as he moves back up her body and kisses her deeply.
"Ok, bikini wax next time. Just leave me something." Luke chuckles while y/n laughs a little.
"I promise. It'll take a while to grow it back to waxing length anyway." Y/n sighs earning an eager nod of agreement. "Such a weird man. I thought you would be so happy I was hairless again."
"I'm not apologising for enjoying you as you are. The way god intended."
"No. Of course not." Y/n hums before she leans over and kisses him softly. "So are we going to have sex or actually finish packing for leaving?"
"Sex. Then aftercare, and after that I'll do the packing while you rest." Luke declares not being able to wipe the slightly smug expression off his face.
please i need to shower with luke and i need your thoughts on it, smutty or fluffy. i feel like he obviously cannot keep his hands to himself and he insists that he needs to soap you up even though you’re more than capable of doing it yourself but i just know he’s such a sweet dorky boyfriend who actually loves washing your hair for you and teasingly blows bubbles in your face.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
[Sexual references at the end]
Luke doesn’t try to sneak in, you hear the door open, his clothes hit the hamper and feel his body behind yours. Big arms wrap around your waist, hot breath fanning over your neck and he plants a kiss to your cheek. You reach behind you, your fingers sliding through his curls on the back of his head, leaning into his hold with a smile you can’t hold back. He doesn’t care that he’s being blasted with water, nothing about being pressed together in a shower is sexy but being so close is comforting.
“I’m home.” He mutters, keeping his voice low and rough, but with an underlying tiredness to it as he melts into you, “Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.”
He presses his lips to your neck, letting them linger there for a little bit. It brings a warm, fuzzy feeling to your stomach and you release a pleased hum, gently scratching your nails against his scalp and his hold tightens.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, dork. How was rehab?” You ask with a slight giggle at his sappiness, reaching for your shampoo bottle.
He pinches the shampoo bottle from your hands before lathering your hair, the way he’s watched you do it before, making sure to massage it into your scalp and your eyes flutter close, a soft exhale releasing from you as a small smile appears on Luke’s face.
“Keep kissing me like you do, I’ll be better in no time.” He pulls his hands away, removing the shower head and rinsing your hair.
You roll your eyes, giggling, “Sure.”
Luke puts the shower head back, adjusting it to how it was before while you squeeze shower gel onto your loofah, unable to ignore the large hands taking your hips comfortably. He presses his chest into your back, watching you drag the loofah over your chest and arms, down your stomach and legs.
“You missed a spot.” He mumbles and you can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
You walk into his game anyway, rinsing the loofah and sticking back on the tiles, “Where?”
“Here.” He cups both your breasts in his hands, trapping you to his body before smearing the soap around your curves. You knew he’d find some excuse to touch you, but you laugh brightly as he follows your figure, over your waist and stomach back up to your chest, gently squeezing before holding out his palm and blowing the suds in your face. You screw your face up, unamused with the soap finding its way into your mouth and muttering swears under your breath. Chuckling, he slides his hands back to your hips as you rinse. “You’re so beautiful. It’s date night, y’know…where are you taking me?”
His touch always sets sparks off, blazing over your skin but always whirring this tingly sensation in your stomach - butterflies fluttering because knowing that he loves you makes your heart throb. He lets you rinse, his thumbs rubbing your skin, his eyes soft and lovestruck with a gentle smile. He could admire you forever.
You face him, looping your arms around his waist and tracing your fingers up his back, his muscles relaxing as tension lifts from his shoulders, your voice calm but cheeky, “The living room to watch the Olympics and build a new Star Wars Lego set that I may or may not have broken my bank for you.”
“Sounds perfect,” Luke says, dipping down to give you a chaste kiss, “but you don’t need to buy me things, angel. Your love and back rubs are all I could ask for.”
“So not the head?” You raise an eyebrow, teasing him while knowing the answer. You’re only joking but you know he loves when you make him boneless. A whine rumbles from him, and he tips your head back into his chest, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a firm yet passionate kiss, as if to appreciate what you do to him. “That’s what I thought.”
You turn to face him, unsticking his loofah from the tiles and squeezing shower gel onto it. His hands settle on your waist, his thumbs caressing over your soft skin as his chest warms, feeling you smother the body wash over him, his stomach getting a fuzzy feeling as you reach up to his shoulders. You can see his grin, large and lazy, that lop-sided one you love dearly when your hand lowers to his stomach.
“Y’know if you touch me, I’ll get hard.” He chuckles, his stomach flipping and spine tingling.
But you know Luke’s humour. You know his brain. Your free hand grabs his bicep, fingers trailing down his arm until they wrap around his wrist, pulling his hand up and you leave his loofa in his palm.
You give him a coy smile, releasing the loofa and grabbing the door handle behind you, “It’s okay, you have a hand.”
Turning your back to him, you slide the shower door, step out and close it behind you, catching his eyes that plead for you to come back but you’re already grabbing your towel. Luke opens the door a crack, poking his head out.
“Will you at least watch? C’mon, baby.” He whines, half-joking but half-upset that you’re leaving him.
You just shrug, wrapping the towel around your body and sitting on the toilet seat, perching your elbow on your knee and resting your chin in your palm. It’s like watching him sulk, desperately trying to finish washing himself just to be back with you but in a way, you find it cute. You like this kind of alone time with him because he lets all his walls down and you get to cherish every part of him, as he does with you.
