#4:00 a.m.

[fourzerozeroam]

season’s greason’s @strangegeology!

i’m your @secretsaito uuuh santa helper?

sunrise attempt - noir edition

I’m so normal about noirs these days actually.

If you’d rather have an actual pastel sunrise I can do that!

— — —

"I woke up to watch the sunrise with you."

"Eames, the sun rises at 8 here, this is hardly any sacrifice."

"But you’re impressed."

"Yeah. yeah, i’m impressed."

[pangurlban]

Tessa Violet

Bored

2019

[fedoranon]

Okay this has come up enough times and I'm Confused™

Keep in mind that most people do not wake up and immediately start working

Please Spread For Sample Size, Date a Lycansubsribe, etc.

[mooblybloom]

I was reading a Robin x beast Boy fanfic because I recently found out I actually really like the ship cause it's kind of adorable but anyway off topic

And I thought of a very sad headcanon which makes no sense because the thing I'm reading is very fluffy

The fluffy inspiration

But anyway the head cannon

Garfield Logan or beast Boy has frequent nightmares due to this he has insomnia The little time he does get sleep it's constantly plagued with images of the past and anxieties of the future in these bouts of nightmarish fever he shifts into any animal to defend himself within the dream but it happens in real life and he finds himself swinging at the walls of his room in the Titan Tower and every time he wakes up he sees the scratches and thinks about how it would worry the team so he finds himself repairing the drywall with spackle in the sometimes late night or maybe even early light of the morning but the drywall looks out of place so he paints the wall over, covers it in murals of twisting vines and pretty flowers and all kinds of things some are sloppy and some are elegant but it fits his personality perfectly so whenever there's a new doodle on his walls it means there is a new scratch that has been repaired not that the team knows that. So from his team's point of view he just really likes art and has a knack for painting but from his point of view it's hastily covering up secrets so he can keep the fragile sense of calm in the tower

And wow you guys I did not mean to be so wax poetic about this shit this was supposed to be a simple little headcanon it was not it is full of trauma

[deadbeat0club]

Beach day!!

[sadfruittheatre-rp]

((Good Lord it has been a million billion years since I've been on this account for more than a few seconds, but I've gotten a few stray notifications here and there and I suppose I ought to acknowledge the people that have missed me and the handful of new people that have followed me despite my absence. To my friends, I've missed you guys a ton, and to the new people, thank you for taking interest in my stinky little boy even though I haven't been here to write him!

My disappearance has been for a multitude of reasons. Life has been seriously kicking my ass. Health issues, money issues, interpersonal issues, you name it.

The very last thing has also created a bit of an issue wherein I have had to retcon a whole bunch of things about my OCs because half of the important characters in their lives no longer exist. More info on that and what it means is over here, but I will eventually properly update profiles and such.

Tl;dr tho, What this means for y'all is honestly not much compared to what it means for me. The broad strokes of Bragi's past are still largely the same, it's just a lot of the specifics have changed (and honestly still have yet to be fully specified). His personality is still just as silly and full of hubris as ever, he's a bit less traumatized by life now-- but maybe we can change that--

It's hard to say if I will come back in full, I have been on discord lately and RP there has been way less energy lol. If I do come back here, it will probably be in a more reduced capacity, but I might see about testing the waters a bit and see how I feel.

I do want to pop back in at least a little more though just to check in, I've definitely missed some of y'all 😭

Or if you want to DM me for my discord, I think I would be okay with that, if I know you well enough and haven't given it out already lol))

[soulstagger]

Got close to finishing everything, but my hands started to hurt.

[im-obsess-with-pixel-characters]

New chatfic chapter!!

[spirits-and-sluts]

29?

A road trip where we stop at every possible thing that's even of slight interest and can buy whatever we want. I helped my fiance move across the country to move in with me a year ago, and I miss that feeling of being in the middle of nowhere with him, him and the radio and the giant pitchfork we did stop at, and the fudge factory that we didn't 😅 I'm gonna make it back someday, I swear.

[fourzerozeroam]

@lolahardy ask and ye shall receive

[taiscloset]

oh i cried a lil bit in the final episodes but the su hell is over

[catthew-patel]

I think we should meet up sometime, get coffee.

It’s not fair that you have to be so left in the dark..I’d love to chit chat where nobody can hear anything suspicious.

I’ll be seeing you around, Patel.

Despite it sounding like a goodbye, she didn’t move. Instead she stayed put and stared you down, expecting you to leave first

Uh ok...

*He he's very suspicious and concern but doesn't say anything about it*

Bye...

*He stood there for a second as well assuming she would leave but realizing that she wasn't he just awkwardly left himself*

[funky-lill-communist]

My blorbo named John

having a blorbo with a common name is so fun bc you’ll see people tagging posts “john” or whatever and you’re like well my john wouldn’t do that but it’s so special that yours would

[crushmeeren]

Kenma never sleeps.

It’s normal. Expected. He’s in the top ten most watched streamers of the year and a CEO for god’s sake, when could he find time??

So, as routine as it’s become, it never sucks any less to wake up in the middle of the night without him.

Your hand glides over the soft sheets on Kenma’s side of the bed and, surprise surprise, it’s cold. You fumble around for your phone, the bright light of the Home Screen burning your eyes as you check the time.

4:00 a.m.

Fighting off the chill, the litter of goosebumps all over, you rub the sleep from your eyes and drag your feet towards the room at the end of the hall. Kenma is there, at his desk, computer monitor making him glow. Empty energy drinks clutter one corner.

“Kenz,” you call softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Come to bed, baby.”

His hand falls from his cheek as he jerks awake, shaking his head, squinting up at you. “What time is it?”

“4:00,” you reply, brushing stray pieces of hair fallen from his bun behind his ear, scratching gently. He shivers. You grip his bicep, coaxing him from the chair.

Kenma complies, lacing your fingers together as you tug him along behind you. “Have you been waiting on me?”

“No, I just woke up and noticed you weren’t there. Figured you might’ve fallen asleep at your desk.”

The lights don’t get turned on, just you stumbling blind through the dark until you sink back into bed, snuggling under the covers.

Kenma’s sweats hit the floor and there’s a dip in the bed, a slight chill, and skin so warm you could melt like butter pressing against your back. A slender arm slowly curls around your waist and pulls. “M’sorry pretty girl, I’m here now.”

You hum with content, pushing further into his embrace. “It’s okay Kenz, I love you.”

Kenma makes a soft, happy sound, cuddling up to you like a kitten. “I love you too.”

master list

[djkerr]

The Pitt 01x02 8:00 A.M. + The Pitt 01x10 4:00 P.M.

THE PITT (2025-) 1.02 | 1.10

[poisonofthepaint]

Day After Tomorrow

read part two here!

a/n: hi! this is my first time writing for abbot so i hope this is okay! hoping to make this a series, it was really fun to write this :-) and i would love to hear if u liked it!!

content warnings: none serious, age gap between abbot and reader, lots of dialogue, spiraling reader a tinsy bit, maybe ooc jack? definitely some wacked up medical school hoopla i made up to make it fit my abbot backstory headcanons, reader is a barista who's studying philosophy, this is their first meeting. i barely proofread this. enjoy!

It was early. Way too fucking early. You could not believe that your boss had bumped up the hours again. The shop opened at 4:00 now. Four in the morning. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you got the text. You had woken up at 2:50, the latest you could sleep in and also get to work at 3:30. Honestly, you think you’ll get used to it, but right now, in the transitional period? This felt like hell. Who even gets coffee at 4:00 A.M.? 

You regret the thought the second it enters your brain, because, of course, the bell goes off on the door to signal someone is walking in. 

“One second, sorry, getting my bearings,” you say, not bothering to look up at the first of many customers.

“That’s okay. You are open, yes?”  he says while walking to the ordering counter

The deep voice makes your eyes shoot up, and his attire makes them linger longer. He’s adorned in black scrubs, a gray t-shirt peeking out from beneath them. You draw your eyes away quickly, probably not quick enough for him to not notice you were staring, but again, it’s early, you’re just moving slow.  

“Yes, open, and– shit,” you mumble. “Shoot,” you correct yourself as if your boss is around to hear it. The stranger smiles and huffs out a laugh.

“Sorry, this drawer is a pain in the morning, it never wants to unlock itself. Technology,” you say and shrug. You grab the physical key and unlock it, which has the computer registering you’re open. 

“I get it, I prefer to do things the old fashioned way.” he says. You shoot him a look. “I just mean, no technology.” he shakes his head, and pulls a hand down his face.

“What can I get you…”you glance down at his badge, “Jack.” A smile finally warms on your face, and it brings a small one to his too. 

“Just a small hot coffee, nothing in it.”

“Easy enough,” you turn around to the machine and start pouring the fresh coffee into a cup. “Starting or ending your shift?” you ask.

“I’m almost done, few more hours, just needed something better than whatever the hell they serve in the cafeteria.”

You nod your head, and put a lid on the coffee. “Well consider this a courtesy, on the house.”

He looks shocked, and… a little bit offended? You can’t tell. Honestly, he’s pretty mysterious. You feel like you can read him, but maybe you can’t? 

“I don’t mind paying.” he says, pulling out some cash from his wallet.

“I’m sure you’re good for it,” you push away the cash in his hand, softly grazing his knuckles, “But, I’m really trying to prove a point to my boss that no one comes in this early. You’re kind of putting a fork in my master plan.”

  He laughs, a genuine laugh. You smile, again. You want to impress him, but you’re unsure why. Maybe it's kind of like a kinship thing. Like, hey, I’m up this early too. I see you, we’ve got the night covered while almost everyone else sleeps.

“Oh, I see. You don’t want to be up this early.” Jack’s back to, what you assume is his normal, stoic, expression. You didn’t even notice he stopped laughing

“Do you like the night shift?” you ask. You don’t deny his claim. Who wants to be up this early to work?

“I do, yeah, I do.” Jack does, apparently.

“Is it quieter?”

“Is it ever quiet?”

He stares at you. You open and close your mouth– look around the empty cafe. “I mean, here? Yeah. in a hospital? I’m gonna go with no.”

He nods his head slowly, and looks down. He doesn’t leave, though. Even though the transaction is over. He needs someone to talk to, you realize. Someone who isn’t dying, and someone who doesn’t know what the hell is going on in a hospital at 4:00 A.M. He doesn’t pick his head up, fiddling with the stopper you put in the lid of the coffee.

“Well, I hope that coffee doesn’t make your hands shake, I don’t want to be implicated.” That gets his eyes to meet yours. He looks like he forgot he was still standing there. “You’re free to stay however long you need, say the line was long, or, whatever. I am gonna set some more stuff up but, feel free to hang out. It’s kind of nice having someone to talk to.” You turn the blame on yourself; make him feel like he’s treating you instead.

You’ve always been kind of attuned to people’s emotional baggage. And a few years of customer service in a city has certainly bumped up that ability for you. People came and went, but you could remember who was hurting, and who needed the extra bedside manners that baristas could sometimes supply. You catch his eye while you make yourself a shift drink. A London fog today, with an extra tea bag, because you do need the caffeine.

“A barista who doesn’t drink coffee?” he says, gesturing with his cup.

“Oh, I drink a lot of coffee. But, I try to save those for when it gets busy. Right now, I’m okay with just tea. If I drink the coffee now, I’ll crash by the rush, and there won’t be time to make a drink. But if I drink it closer to the rush then…”

“Smart girl,” he says.

The comment makes your face feel hot. It’s your turn to put your head down, you polish the espresso machine in front of you instead of meeting his eyes. 

“Are you in school?” he asks.

“I am, I’m getting my Masters. Last semester,” you smile. 

“In what?” His bluntness is more attractive than you care to admit. It feels like an interrogation, but also like a first date. You wonder why he’s stayed this long.

“Philosophy,” you say as you exhale out.

“Plans after?” 

“I thought everyone knew they weren’t supposed to ask people that?”

He laughs, again. Two laughs from mysterious brooding Doctor Abbot. Three if you count the tiny one. You want to go for four. You want to go for sixty.

“I guess it’s easy for Med School students. Very clear plan there.”

“Very clear. But I took a work around.”

“Oh yeah?”

He gets a small smirk on his lips, “Yeah, I served, and was a medic out there.” Your face drops, everything you think you know about anything leaves your brain, you have another stupid 4 A.M. thought and think maybe you should salute. Luckily, you don’t.

“That always stumps people. But, I loved what I did so much I did an expedited Med School program to get me in as an ER doctor.”

“So, here you are now.” you regain your thinking.

“Here I am,” he says. “Hey, are you here alone?”

“You should know there’s cameras everywhere.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he says, understanding your joke. Another laugh, that makes four. “I just wondered.”

“No, I’m not. There’s other people in the back doing, what needs done in the back.” You say, not wanting to bore an ER Doctor with what goes on at a coffee shop.

“Good, you shouldn’t be here alone.” 

“You worried about me, Doc?” 

The nickname, and question, sends him for a loop, that he can’t hide. His gaze seems to change, and he stares at you with such intensity you have to look away for a second before you can look back. When you do, his eyes are still there. He clears his throat, does a little pace around the spot he was standing. He seems like he’s stalling. You peak over his shoulder at the analog clock. 4:30 A.M. Long coffee run for a doctor, he’s probably thinking so too. 

“Do you work this early every morning?” He asks with furrowed eyebrows.

  So, ignoring your question then. “Mostly, yes, but not tomorrow, thankfully.”

“But after that?” He asks with urgency.

“I’ll be here the day after tomorrow, yes.” You try to keep a cool demeanor, but his nonchalant nature is rubbing off on you. You’re starting to get antsy. You spin the ring on your pointer finger around to try to calm yourself.

“Okay, good. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.” Like it’s nothing. Like it’s not a fucking second date type plan. Like he doesn’t even think of it.

“Okay, good.” You say, parroting him. He walks toward the door backwards, not breaking eye contact with you. He pushes it open with his shoulder, tossing the empty cup into the trash bin right next to the front door. He stands there for a second before leaving. And when he is forced to turn around from you, he shakes his head.

You’re off the rest of your shift. Everyone can tell. You’re not as fast, you’re making mistakes. You feel like you’re in a fucking dream. You can’t remember if he was even real. Jack Abbot. Jack Abbot. Jack Abbot.

You repeat the name until you feel like you’re gonna choke on it. Doctor Jack Abbot. You try to remember everything you said, and you try not to feel embarrassed by any of it. God, he caught you off guard. And it wasn’t fair! You could’ve handled it so much better if it wasn’t so, fucking, early. And he had hours of consciousness on you! When he came in, it had been, what, maybe an hour since you had woken up? 

And you really try not to think too much about it.  He said he’d come back, so it couldn’t have been too bad. But you like him, and you have never had a crush on a customer. It was a rule you had always followed. Anyone you thought was cute, you didn’t let yourself spiral about, you cut it in the bud. You didn’t want to have someone the whole staff knew suddenly disappear because you two went on a bad date.

But the staff didn’t know Jack! It was just you two, there wasn’t even a goddamn transaction on record! So of course you’re spiraling! And he’s a doctor, a good doctor, who obviously cares about his patients. You wanted to pry his brain open, have him teach you all the science knowledge you didn’t get from your Philosophy degree.  You wanted him. And all you had was a promise.

You do get yourself under control, about an hour before your shift ends. You didn’t let yourself google him. You didn’t let yourself think about him. You focused on your work, and honestly, it got so busy it did kind of get pushed to the back of your head. But he was lingering around. He was like a piece of sticky gum on your shoe. It was a promise that you would not let yourself be sad if it was broken. You will yourself to not spiral about a promise from this man you didn’t really know. Your whole life wasn’t going to be over if Dr. Jack Abbot didn’t come in promptly at 4 A.M. the day after tomorrow. 

He didn’t seem like the type to break a promise. You don’t know why he would have been so adamant about asking you when you work if he was lying. No, you’d see him again. You just had to be calm, and wait. Tomorrow was going to kill you, though. A day off with nothing to do but classes. You hoped the coursework would be interesting enough to distract you from him in your brain. For a brief moment, you wonder if you should change your thesis to applying different types of philosophy to ER Doctors. You couldn’t believe you were so caught up by a thirty minute conversation, but you were. There was no changing that. You just had to get to the day after tomorrow.

Yes, the day after tomorrow, maybe you’d get another thirty minutes.