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vanilleandclove · 3 days ago

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how to disappear completely; jack abbot x f!surgical resident!reader

he is vain, conceited even. but he sure is dreamy, daring, a good kisser, an admirable and quite intoxicating man at the same time. he is a trauma junkie with a fever rising when he gets a centimeter too close to you.

warnings: they match each other’s depression and brooding freak, nickname alluding to drug usage, pre-therapy jack, set in the mid-2010s(?), emotional constipation, semi-medical accuracies (trust me bro), reader relies on intuition and is RIGHT. alcoholism, mfs have NOT kissed. happy one year crashout anniversary to me! HEAVY military inaccuracies particularly with the navy (idgaf). reader is a freak. mentions of serotonin inhibitors usage and ptsd, abbot hurts her feelings. MISOGYNY. word count: 5.2k notes: new series! new dynamics, welcome old & new readers, feel free to check out my page :) chat with me if you want; i love being moots w/ any and everyone of y’all.

“Junkie, can I get your help on a case? Seems surgical”.

All you could do was nod, clipping your pager in the side of your hip next to your medical identification card, the word “SURGEON” in bold letters outlined with the blue color. Your navy scrubs differed from that of the man in front of you, his black, dark enough to hide every bit and shred of personality from him.

Junkie came from your first day on the job, you were a surgical intern, came in with a full face of makeup with the only exception of waterproof mascara and eyeliner. When you got out of assisting your attendings, the mascara that burned your eyes from the heat of the operating room, had smeared. The eyebags that you covered with concealer were prominent as ever as you turned in your charts for the night shift, you looked horrible, like a junkie, at least according to Doctor Abbot.

“Female. 31. Her scans are pretty good but, when we got the full 360° viewing, t’looks like something is lodged in the third intercostal space, I would page Doctor Steele but she scares the living shit out of me”.

“So you want me to page Steele for you? I’m a resident Doctor Abbot, I can’t certifiably give you a consult” you spoke up, putting her scans to the light, “However this is definitely exploratory, look-“ you trailed, putting the several sets of scans to the light, “All of that occlusive space, they all mimic what you saw in the third intercostal space- did she reveal any past pulmonary issues?”.

“No, her breathing was normal, even during the tests no rasping or croaking” he responded, in your peripheral you could see his eyes fixed on your cheek.

“If I had to guess she’s packing drugs, there’s remnants of what looks like plastic, maybe cocaine? How were her labs?”.

“All good, sodium levels are a bit high but nothing out of range”.

“I’ll page Steele, maybe she’ll let me scrub in, thanks Doctor Abbot” you told him, “Also maybe if you weren’t such a ‘combat zone medicine’ dude, surgery would love the hell out of you” you teased lightly, staring down at your pager as you typed for Steele.

“I thought ladies liked the veteran form of medicine” he spoke up, the wedding ring of his late wife still donned on his finger as if she were never gone, “Do you?”.

“I’m against war Doctor Abbot, though the adrenaline high of your GI Joe medicine is appealing, not enough to get surgery to respect you” you deadpanned, honest and true, “Plus you’re not my type” you both walked alongside each other, walking down the stairs into the bottom floor towards the emergency department.

“How long is your emergency rotation?”.

“You and Robby have me all week, next week I’m off to neuro… then peds… and maybe ortho” you trailed off, losing attention as a man threw up right on Shen’s sneakers he just bragged about this morning, “What happened to sticking to night shift huh?”.

“Even attendings have to rotate their schedule” Jack sighed, leaving you to yourself as he walked to the several trauma bays that screamed for his attention, you took left, he took right.

“What do we got?” your voice announced, seeing the nurses scramble to set up, helping them glove before you put your own on, the blue rubber smacking against your skin.

“Male in his late 20s, mom reported he wasn’t breathing when she woke up to check up on him, both fell victim to a car crash just before approaching the hospital” one of the interns ran through the information given to her by the EMT.

Just in time for Abbot to join alongside you, “Mom was DOA, how’s the son?”.

“Burn marks that look like branding on his hips” you studied, “Several aged bruises along his ribs, is he involved in any gang activity?”.

“That doesn’t look gang related, boxing ring” Jack affirmed, “Pittsburgh has a bunch of underground shady shit, might be a part of those”.

You nodded, putting your stethoscope to his chest, “Looks like the crash restarted his heart function, breathing is fine, mild case of tachycardia. His abdomen is rigid- Princess can you call Doctor Shamsi down please?” Your hands trailed down to the man’s hipbone as you pressed down firmly.

“Fuck!” the man screamed throughout the trauma bay as your hands poked towards the lower right quadrant.

“Tell Shamsi we have a case of appendicitis” you smiled lightly from figuring out the man’s source of pain, “Sir I’m Doctor Y/n L/n, I’m a surgeon here at PTMC, we’re going to take good care of you”.

“Where’s my mom?” the man groaned, slightly slurring, you looked at Jack who was on the opposite side of the gurney, wondering how to handle the news.

“Don’t worry about that right now, what is your name?” you responded, look back at the patient.

“Erick”.

“Well Erick, looks like your appendix is either inflamed or has burst judging from your pain, however we want to get you to CT for full body scan just to make sure we’re not missing anything” you told him, setting the locks on the gurney down so you and Jack could move him out of the trauma bay. “Walsh c’mon” you signaled towards Emery.

Emery and you were the only third-year residents cleared for operating on your own without attending supervision but with mandatory attending clearance or approval. To be fair, you both had the most emergency rotations, worked the most hours, had the darkest eyebags collectively. It intrigued the two of you, being the best in your field together.

After an hour that felt like several, you and Emery successfully removed Erick’s appendix before calling in a trauma attending to explore if he had internal bleeding caused by the contusions and several bruises that painted his torso purple and green.

“Wanna get drinks tonight?” Emery spoke up as you both discarded your surgical gowns, “They're on me…”.

“Why do I feel like there’s something you’re hiding…”.

“‘Cuz there is. There’s this guy I’ve been seeing, totally attractive and- great sex- he has this friend that might just be perfect for you” Emery responded, whispering the vulgarity.

“You know dating isn’t my thing- at least right now”.

“I know but no shame in experimenting, who knows he might just be Mr. Right” she shrugged, leaving you alone in the scrub station, dimmed lights and all.

Truth of the matter was, you haven’t approached the subject of dating in months. One bad breakup sent you spiraling, once healing whatever the fuck that man did to you, you took a chance and fell into a repetitive cycle of sex with an emotionally inept man only to lead you down the downwards spiral of hell. Safely to say, you’re glad you took that sabbatical with Doctors Without Borders, it felt fresh to get out of Pittsburgh, in a place where no one can hurt you.

You didn’t want casual, or sex, nor did you want commitment and wedding dates; you wanted solitude, with a mix of maybe some personal intimacy. It was Maslow’s rule, currently you were missing the middle section of the hierarchy of needs to which you made up for with an abundance of self-actualization and acceptance.

You remember it getting so bad you had Emery do a brain scan on you just to see what the fuck was going on with you. She recommended therapy, you took that as a sign to befriend your lovely, ever-growing, liquor cabinet. If it was any consolation, you never mixed your work with your interpersonal relationships, Emery was the closest anyone ever got to you.

Day shift ends at 7 pm sharp, too afraid to deal with union complaints, Gloria and the chief of surgery made sure you all knew about night shift phasing in. Deciding to take up Emery’s proposal for drinks, you got dressed in your car; no matter what you had at least a spare change of clothes in your backseat.

“Y/n!” Emery flagged you down when you walked into the Irish pub she told you to meet her and her mystery guy. You noticed the man from your internship at Presby, last time you remembered, he was a second year internal medicine prospect, one thing you did note, he was quite respectful. Explains the great sex.

You smiled in response, it was only polite. Avoiding bumping shoulders with other people, you walked to the booth Emery sat with the two guys, the friend being quite attractive.

“Sorry for the hold up, forgot there was a Pirates game” you inhaled deeply, taking the space next to Emery in the booth.

Mystery guy’s friend was named Jason, financer tech-mogul adjacent, part shareholder at Presby, a complete capitalistic wet dream, therefore, a huge turn off.

He wasn’t pushy, wasn’t expecting you to be highly in tune with his tech jargon, neither were expecting him to be invested in your entire lexicon being medicine or something graphic about a patient. You both understood each other through some sort of lens that you could not understand from the innermost part of your brain processes.

Nevertheless, you let him walk you to your car when the night grew colder in Pittsburgh and the uproar of the city was prevalent from the Pirates winning.

“You know I know my tech jargon is a mouthful but I had a good time tonight” Jason confessed, hands in his pockets with his breath icy.

“Yea- my nerdy medical tendencies isn’t fun all the time either” you joked, smiling back at the guy. “Look I don’t date- it’s a me thing, I don’t plan on it or necessarily want it… Just so we’re on the same page” you sighed.

“That’s cool” he shrugged, looking off at the bumper stickers on your car, “Brother a vet?”.

“Huh?” you shook your head, moving it to where his eyes were, your esteemed United States Navy sticker that was worn and damaged to the point that it has since become one with your car. You lightly smirked, stunned by the questioned, “No— that’s mine” you took a moment to pause, “I was a lieu- instead of undergrad I served thinking it’d be— you don’t need to hear this” you awkwardly butchered the explanation.

“Cool, thank you for your service” he laughed to ease the tension, “Emery didn’t mention that, I would’ve probably paid the b-“.

“She doesn’t know so…” you trailed off, “I don’t really flaunt it” you shrugged realizing the sticker that you thought would be invisible to the naked eye, was in fact a form of flaunting. “We don’t have to do that thing where we explain emotional baggage it was a long time ago”.

“You’re like what… twenty-six?”.

“Twenty-five” you corrected, “I was given a guaranteed offer as a surgeon if I completely competency exams and did a fellowship— surgery was an obvious choice” explaining furthermore before ducking out abruptly, only seeing it as right as you just spilled more details about your life than your coworkers seem to know.

Those who knew were slim, Princess knew— by association, Perlah knew, Gloria knew as she was the one who hired you, your attending knew, and that was about it. You got enough attention as is from your family, the last thing you wanted was it to bleed into work.

The next night shift, you stood on the roof, cigarette in hand; the cold air of Pittsburgh pinching your cheeks red and nose began to slightly run. The menthol felt warm against your lips and cold in your lungs, the ledge felt like a kiss of adrenaline to an already swamped night, it was your 15 minute break therefore, smoking, seemed like the only probable outcome for the slither of time.

“You know that could kill you right?” a voice greeted you at the entrance door across the roof. Both annoying yet strangely comforting.

“The fall or the cig?” you quipped as a joke, looking at the brunette attending, “It’s a once in a blue moon thing— used to have an insane oral fixation”.

“If I knew you better, I’d make a dirty joke by now” Jack replied, pulling out his own pack of Newports, gaining a look of hypocrisy that painted your face, “Once in a blue moon”.

After you two shared a few silent puffs, it ate away at your insides of not knowing his dirty joke, “What was it?”.

“Hm?”.

“The joke… let’s hear it” you shrugged, your eyes meeting his, the catchlights making his eyes sparkle almost. You two sat on the guard rails, gently swinging your feet. Jack chuckled only to realize you were serious and about to be added to the long list of women he has had the pleasure of humoring.

“It’s not really a joke, it's more of a crude com-“.

“Just tell me” you impatiently sighed, puffing the cigarette once more, knowing for a fact that he’d probably bring up blowjobs or that he too had to satiate an oral fixation with cunnilingus.

“Junkie I respect you too much” he used the excuse, smiling back at you. “Your tags are showing” he pointed towards your scrubs, you furrowed your brows on instinct, immediately touching your chest, feeling no metal to your touch. Only for Jack to reach for the nape of your neck, fingers cascading your skin and tucking in the clothing tag.

“Thanks” you murmured, “You know this is my spot right? Can’t be sharing it with anyone else” you joked after a moment of silence creeped up on you both.

“Your spot is safe with me” Jack nodded, then came silence— a fond and comfortable silence until you sighed and climbed off the railing.

You checked the watch that you wore on your left wrist, it read 2:48 am, you thanked the silence that made time feel faster when your brain would be on autopilot. Once it reached 6 am, you really needed your stiff back to crack and a cold beer or another menthol.

You never wandered around once 7 am hit, you’d just go straight to your car. If you saw someone, you’d wave, other than that, they’ll see you when they see you.

“You truly are an enigma” you heard a voice emerge from behind you as your hands fumbled your car keys. The statement led you to give the man a look of confusion.

“What makes you say that?” you tilted your head as you unlocked your car, the small beep emitting in confirmation.

“Well you disappear into the shadows for one” Jack smiled lightly, “You smoke, you’re a scalpel junkie, your car is older than some of the interns, and by all accounts… you don’t talk to anyone”.

“Ouch…” you feigned offense as you looked Jack up and down as a means to tell him you too, were studying him, “I do.. talk to people, Emery and I are friends”.

“Evil twins almost” Jack quickly quipped, walking off to his black truck two cars down from you, “Don’t worry about it Y/n, medicine is an isolating field”.

You furrowed your brows from the comment to yourself, nevertheless getting in your car and driving off with no shame of waiting for the car to warm up after hours of no usage.

Normally comments wouldn’t get to you, though ones from a man you thought highly about, made you think a tad bit critical of yourself. You had to hand it to Jack, the intense eye contact leads to more emotion to which his words falter. But the words remained in your earshot for the rest of your emergency rotation.

“Do you think I’m talkative?” you asked Emery as you took your hair out of a bun and scratched your scalp, it was a rough shift and it was barely time for your mandated break. Trying desperately to crack your back but not getting into the right position.

“Fuck no” Emery released her breath as she cracked her wrists, “It’s a good thing though, you’re pretty intense when you talk”.

“What do you mean?”.

“You know how you have a thing to make eye contact with every single person you talk to… Intense in this day and age, you’re only at par with Abbot and I wouldn’t take that as a compliment” Emery chuckled, looking at the ER board one last time before walking with you to the staff lounge.

Once you sat down, you asked the question that’s been eating you alive, “What do you think of Abbot?”.

“He’s good at what he does, and apparently, he fucks good” Emery added on, “Trisha from OB went on a date with him like four years ago— to this day she’ll say he’s the best she’s ever had and she is married with a kid now”.

You slightly cringed from the statement, not being able to picture your de-facto boss for the week having sex— and being good at it. In your opinion, guys were never really good at sex, with the harrowing reality of your PTSD and SSRI intake, orgasms are sparse and near unachievable, with technological intervention which men see as a threat somehow. You paid no mind to the picture Emery and Trisha painted, as much as it intrigued you, he’s your boss.

The second half of shifts was always the most intense, marked at 4 am, Emery liked to say it’s due to the “freaks coming out”. You like to think it’s just a superficial thing that every emergency room must face.

“Inserting the catheter” you whispered as Doctor Steele looked down at you like a hawk with Doctor Holden, vascular attending. Leaving no room for error as you were about to perform a REBOA on a 17 year old girl who got into a car wreck with three others.

“Perfect form Doctor L/n”.

“And inflating the balloon again” you bit your lip, looking the teenager's stats raise to an appropriate amount, “Okay she’s stable, she’s all yours Doctor Holden” you spoke out as Holden took over the bed to wheel her to surgery.

Going back to the Nurse’s station to see a displeased Bridget, “Everything alright?” you asked, grabbing a chart from the side of you.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do without you and Emery” Bridget sighed, looking at the board as it lessened within an hour, “No chance of being a trauma fellow?” she quirked a brow as she dialed on the landline.

“Gotta explore my options… not even too sure I’ll do my fellowship here” you shrugged. In actuality the statement would be seen as selfish, though healthcare officials do it all the time. It would make sense, with your history and record, to be a trauma surgeon, it would also make sense for you to explore your options especially as your residency program is coming to a close within a few months.

Bridget simply nodded as you walked off into a trauma room with the EMTs settling everything and giving Jack a debriefing.

“What do we got?” you asked as you snapped the blue sterile gloves on your hands, the band smacking your wrist painfully to wake you up.

“Kennedy Davis, got into a car crash with a claw clip— it’s lodged into her skull” Jack responded, looking at the young girl's head, “It’s metal, already paged neuro to help you”.

“I’m not scrubbing in, I have to alert Steele though” you sighed, there was a tinge in your chest you couldn’t quite put your finger on. A tinge of self-doubt and almost fear. “Send her to OR 6, Steele should be there soon” you told one of the nurses who quickly nodded his head, you took your leave before hearing a voice behind you.

“Hey what happened right there?”.

“Nothing. I’m not her surgeon… I’m a resident” you responded, still sighing and taking your leave to another patient in order to ease congestion.

Jack felt offended, the callous of your voice that he never once heard struck a chord he didn’t even know was active. He felt a tinge that he couldn’t describe, one of hurt and chalance.

So when the clock struck 7 am, he knew he had to catch you at your car, again.

“You working tomorrow?” he asked as he walked a few paces behind you, his truck again, parked close to your car.

“Yeah.. peds round though— I logged too many neuro hours this week— so I’m out of your’s and Robby’s hair ‘til my next rotation” you answered, it was a harmless question. “Following me to my car again Abbot? I thought you were above stalking”.

“You seemed off today”.

“You don’t know me” you sighed back, grinning slightly from the hint of him caring, “I’m tired, underpaid, and looking forward to working tomorrow night after uninterrupted sleep” you teased.

Jack stood there, not knocked speechless but knowing he had nothing else to say. He stood there as you drove off, wondering if the words were sticking. He didn’t know you. He knew you as a good surgeon, magic hands as Robby would call it, painstakingly stoic since last year, emotionally closed-off and most importantly, a hidden gem.

“Hi honey, what’s your name?” you beamed as you entered a little girls room, she didn’t seem too old to be above and over baby talk; you knew her name from her chart but, it was always a good part to break the ice.

“Lisa” she answered, her front teeth were missing, causing her ‘s’ to become ‘th’. Her mom had just came in from behind you, two drinks in her hand.

“Good evening, you must be Mrs. Adebayo” you smiled at the mom, her eyes revealing tiredness and worry. “Lisa here is scheduled for surgery at 9pm tonight, quick and easy appendectomy and while we’re there, we’ll check on her gallbladder like you’ve asked”. Her mom nodded, rubbing her eyes before you continued.

“Now gallstones are common for kids with sickle cell, you can always choose to pass them via medicine or we can go in there laparoscopically— that’s when we put a little camera in you to see what’s being problematic” you explained, “Little Lisa here, may be predisposed to having a bile duct blockage from passing them if you choose medicine, that can cause her to become septic if it worsens”.

“If the gallbladder is fine would you still remove it?” her mom asked, running a hand on her daughter’s hair and forehead.

“The body doesn’t need the gallbladder, some doctors keep it in there even after experiencing attacks if there’s a low risk factor. If you would like the removal via surgery, we have some additional papers for you to sign”.

“I’d like to sign them please” she quickly answered, for the first time in hours, she felt relief, “Would you be the surgeon no offense but, you look awfully young?”.

You smiled, “I’ll be assisting, I’m a resident” you nodded.

“Thank you mama, you’ve been more helpful than the other doctor” she sighed, feeling more and more relieved from being aware of her daughter’s condition.

“You’re very welcome, I’ll have one of the nurses come and bring the papers and we’ll get you prepped honey in a couple of minutes” you smiled at the two before taking your leave.

Peds was both healing and destructive. All departments had their pros and cons: neuro was exhilarating and mentally-draining, general was average and morbid when it came to surgical drawbacks, cardio was rewarding and existentially challenging, ortho was precise and traumatic in operation complications, urology was interesting but not interesting enough to specialize in, oral was bleak with no pros in your mind, vascular was a high contender with interesting and complex cases but the department is disparaging underpaid, oncology felt too depressing albeit it is a miracle to challenge the blight of cancer, ob/gyn was also a high contender— women’s healthcare both in knowledge and practice is certainly subpar in the states; you could work the system from within, and trauma, where you do it all but with extreme time demands.

Emery matched to specialize in neuro until she saw an old man with Parkinson’s become brain dead, now she’s considering cardio or ortho. You matched with cardio, changed to neuro, now it’s looking like trauma might have them both beat.

“Normally, I don’t date within the workplace but Y/n, would you like to go out for drinks after our shift?” Caden Thorne, attending pediatric surgeon— the doctor Mrs. Adebayo highlighted as being less than helpful when it came to explaining her daughter’s care. He stayed glued to the paper as he charted, as if his confidence carried him in ways eye contact wasn’t needed. He was attractive, freshly divorced, and there was a power imbalance— his words alone would send anyone up a few floors to human resources.

People gush over pediatric surgeons and caregivers, they keep one of the most vulnerable populations alive and well, they wear colorful scrubs, have decal stickers in rooms, and carry an arsenal of stickers and jolly ranchers for the kids to choose.

“I’ll see you in 30 minutes Doctor Thorne” you replied, sighing deeply before walking away from the nurse’s station. In a way you were offended, you rotated here to learn and practice pediatric surgery not be propositioned for drinks at 7 am because someone wanted to test the waters with you.

It was gross, absurd, slightly flattering, ultimately flawed. Just as Abbot’s words began to leave your mind, Thorne’s came down to single you as just a woman, in a male-dominated field. It showed you that he wasn’t there to teach you, he saw you as a thing he’d be entitled to.

Therefore you hit him where it hurt.

“Doctor Thorne the mother specifically requested the gallbladder to be removed, her daughter came in with a gallbladder attack” you spoke beneath your mask as he insisted to keep the gallstone ridden organ, “The Adebayo’s already signed the consent forms, she has sickle cell which only makes her more susceptible—“.

“You think I don’t know that?” he chuckled beneath his mask lightly, you gazed around the nurse’s and the anesthesiologist all of whom stared at each other wondering what the hell is possessing him to have a weird sense of judgement. “By all means go for it Doctor L/n since you’ve seen to know the most out of all of us”.

You blinked beneath your mascara, hands slightly trembling internally. You’ve assisted, you’ve operated on your own but never on a child.

But you had to give Lisa a chance to wake up and not feel terrible abdominal cramps from her genetic predispositions. So, you operated, tediously and with rage seeping out from you due to his malpractice.

“You ever pull that fucking shit again I will have you kicked from this program do you understand me?” He yelled at you in the hallway outside of the operating rooms, spit landing on your cheek. Yelling wasn’t what provoked you, it was the audacity.

“Doctor Thorne” a voice emerged from the side, his hand coming up to silence her, “Doctor Thorne” she said again albeit with a stern tone the next, “Step away from my resident, get your ass back to peds, I will handle Lisa’s post-op care and forms, leave” Doctor Steele approached you both.

You exhaled deeply as you lowered yourself from the tall stance you held in front of him, his leave meant for your relaxation for the past thirty minutes of tension and torment.

“You okay?” Steele asked— Natasha was her name. Natasha Steele attending and department head for trauma.

“Yea- Yeah. Nothing I’ve haven’t— experienced” you repeatedly cleared your throat, your ears ringing. It felt perverse, dealing with such abuse in your own workplace, felt degrading and hostile.

“I can ask if you can change back to trauma—“.

“No it’s okay, I’ll just work with Abby the rest of the week” you shook your head, composing yourself.

“Okay” she nodded her head, “Let me know, I’ll fill out the paperwork ASAP” she reassured, patting you on your back.

You spent the next several hours with paperwork and another two surgical cases. Then came another parking lot interaction with Doctor Jack Abbot.

“How was peds?” Abbot breathed out, this time by your side, not ahead or behind. His backpack slung on his shoulder.

“It was—“ you tried to bite your tongue, almost wanting to hide the truth, “Doctor Thorne wanted to go out for drinks” you sighed, “Kinda got all… woe is me during surgery so he’s on suspension”.

“I heard” he chuckled lightly, “It confuses me, the medical field used to be predominantly women, you’d think that’d make someone less… of a cunt” he ranted, it astonished you for the refreshing view.

“You’d think,” you nodded.

You were starting to take comfort in the sparing interactions in the parking lot.

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ablobwhowrites · 3 days ago

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You guys what more shredder y/n? Alright so here's more. Throwing my silly y/n to the crowd! Feast on the new content of this silly guy!

(but honestly thank you for loving my silly shredder y/n. I like writing for him.)

I imagine many people wondering who is under the mask but a lot of people try to guess what he looks like but y/n never says anything because he wants to be a intimidating villain to all but kinda isn't but is still threatening because his henchmen can and will kill a person if y/n asked. I do like the idea of a villain saying that he can conquer earth faster if he gets a social media account and does because even though he's weirded out by the villains, he still is kinda friends with them and it might help his plans to conquer earth so he does and I tell you, he's his right hand henchman telling what would be good to help quicken the following in his account and half of the whole world is following shredder y/n's account because it's mainly pictures of y/n but the picture ideas are all their henchmen's ideas.

Shredder y/n: "you know what? You really pissed me off. Henchmen! Kick that man in his shins and throw him in the most disgusting dumpster in Gotham you can find!"

Henchmen: "On it boss!"

I do imagine y/n's henchmen just like being y/n's henchmen cause like y/n sometimes sees his henchmen having bad days and just says to go home or gives them easy jobs for today. Y/n once heard that one of his guys has a very shitty landlord that's been raising the prices that they couldn't afford it anymore so then y/n has some of his goons go out to the landlords place and force them to lower rent and it worked and then y/n took control of the building for a while and it was nice also I do imagine they have some bad shit crazy henchmen who will kill and y/n kinda has to specifically tell them not to unless needed which is never but it kinda spooks y/n a bit.

Also when y/n has to have his armor and clothes dry cleaned, he kinda goes around in his secret base in a bathrobe and slippers but keeps the helmet and mask on. Y/n also is still kinda a unofficial hero as he tries to hide away from the heros because if he is caught then he'll get dragged back to the justice league Headquarters because y/n technically escape his villain 'rehabilitation' from Wayne manor and once y/n did go to Arkham asylum but escaped shortly after cause their henchmen came to get him so it was like a hour y/n was there.

When y/n was at the Wayne manor, he helped Alfred do chores and other stuff around the manor. Y/n didn't like how some of the batfamily didn't clean around and somehow get everyone to clean as it surprised Alfred that y/n even got Bruce to help and also y/n wore those frilly aprons (y/n also has shredders muscles because look at 1987 shredder dude. Bro is wearing skin tight black tights and probably top to show the muscles dude.)

Shredder y/n: "Tremble before me! I am your soon to be ruler of earth!"

Random civilian: "Man what I wouldn't do to have one night with him."

Henchmen slowly looks at the civilian: "...Can you fucking not?"

Shredder y/n went missing once and everyone tried to find them but ended up being found by Batman as y/n was kidnapped by killed croc who was basically cuddling with y/n but y/n was trying for hours to get out of his grip and was saved by Batman but then taken to the justice league.

Henchman: "Here's your large Dr pepper, boss."

Shredder y/n: "Yes, finally. Now leave me to my evil affairs." *Closed door*

2# Henchman: "Man what evil stuff is he doing?"

Henchman: "Probably something so evil that not even we can see it."

*Shredder playing hello kitty island adventure* "Damnit hello kitty, I already gave melody a strawberry! She doesn't want anymore today!"

Y/n has a whole PC set up in his room that he plays when there's no evil plans that day. Y/n gets presents for the batfamily and some of the heros and villains during Christmas as he definitely didn't steal them cause don't find the small tear that definitely didn't have a security tag on it.

(Anyways that's it for today! Hopefully you guys like this and if you do please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

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loceiswhereyouleastexpectit · 1 day ago

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Soon enough - Chapter 3

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

Word count- 2.6k

a/n: I need you guys to bare with me, this is def gonna be all over the place for a while but you'll see the vision. Thank you for all the love so far, if you have any recommendations of where u want this story to go please feel free to share. Enjoy :)

Chapter 3

Azzi POV

What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get out of here. I should have move my hand three freaking years ago. Omg. She knows, she can read my brain. Fuck I can’t pull away now, she’ll know. Its ok Azzi ur ok, we are almost there.

Soon enough Paige pulls right in front of the frat house. Azzi immediately jumped out, not even thanking her best friend for the ride. She needed some space, she needed to think and honestly she needed a fucking drink. Caroline was walking right beside her instantly catching a weird vibe from her. “Azzi, what’s up girl, u look so tense” carol asked.

“Nothing, just weird day yk”.

“Yea I guess but thats why were here, we have been working nonstop, we all deserve a break”.

“For sure” said slowly but all Azzi could think about was Paige, how she just abandoned her back there with nothing, not even a thanks. She felt guilty and knew that Paige had always been the kindest person to her, she deserves everything in this world, not a confused best friend. Just as she was walking though the frat hours door, she turned her head, making sure Paige was ok, however, she was still at her car. “Oh lord this is gonna be fun…” Azzi whispered. She just hoped her best friend wasn’t as confused as she was.

As soon as she and carol entered the frat party, there was so much chaos. Loud music, bodies dancing, and drinks everywhere. Exactly what Azzi needed in this moment to forget about Paige.

Carol and her grabbed drink right away and went to go look for the rest of the team. They quickly saw Aubrey and made there way over.

“Hey guys, you all look great” Aubrey said. “Where the rest of them, I thought Paige took y’all”.

“She’s around” Caroline stated, however when carol said around she really meant around, around the fucking corner surrounded by a bunch of girls already. OF COURSE, thats just perfect.

In that moment Azzi decided to drown out all her emotion in alcohol, hoping to distract from the confusing feelings of the blonde. The brown eyed girl was not a drinker, but tonight was definitely an exception.

She sat with the team and began to realize that no matter what, as long as the drinks kept coming she would have a good time.

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A few hours had gone by and at this point Azzi was slightly wasted, more than most of the frat guys. She was having fun, laughing hard, and most importantly not thinking about the blue eyed girl only 50 feet from her talking to some girls. Nika and Ice had been having a very heated debate when a man came approaching there table. He was tall almost 7ft and very much built, he had dimples and fluffy brown hair with the biggest green eyes ever. He was attractive alright and no one could really ignore it.

Nika immediately saw him and hoped he was coming there way for her but instead he stopped right in front of Azzi.

“Hi, im Kyle, i just had to come over and say your beautiful. I hope thats not weird.” He said shyly.

It caught Azzi off guard, he was sweet. She definitely wasn’t opposed to talking to him so she said “Hi, im Azzi, wanna grab and drink?”

And with that he extended his hand and walked to get a drink from Azzi.

To be honest, Azzi knew that this wouldn’t go anywhere but what’s the harm in talking to a guy for a bit.

However, the harm was Paige Bueckers heart.

Paige POV

Paige decided she wanted to be sober tonight. No more distractions, she was finally going to get the girl. At least thats what she hoped. However the problem with wanting your girl is that everyone wants her to.

It has been a few hours since they all had arrived at the party and from the start Paige was surrounded, to be fair she did have a breakout game the other game so the attention was more aggressive that usual. She had a lot of people giving her drinks which she respectfully declined because she knew this season she needed to be healthy, strong.

Azzi and her had talked about that this past pre season, wanting to actually take care of there bodies, worried that if they didn’t injuries might take over.

But when Paige finally got away from the grasp of the crowd she looked for her best friend, confused that she was no where to be found by the team.

“Hey guys, have you seen Azzi?”

“Yea, uh some guy came over, they went to get a drink” Aubrey replied, Nika and KK gave Paige a little head nod, in hopes to encourage the girl to not back down this time.

“Thanks”, and just as she walked away, Nika joined by her side.

“Im not letting you give up this time Paige, its time”.

“IK IK, the time just slipped away, and everyone was so excited to see me, I guess I have been in isolation so long, haven’t done social outings in a minute”

“Paige, that fact that you referred to a party as a ‘social outing’ gives me all I need to know. You’ve been so caught up in Azzi, you forget about everything else. If she doesn’t want to go out, you dont either, and then you miss out. You can’t do that anymore. I know you love her but this cant continue dude”.

“Can we just find her and if I chicken out, thennnnnn you can lecture me?”

“Ok”.

Paige and Nika didn’t have to look long, as they made there way to a smaller living room they say the two, drinks in hand. Azzi’s legs draped on top of the guys legs, him running his hand on her calf. It was sickening to say the least.

Immediately Piage turned around, not wanting to see this anymore, but Nika knew she needed to do this. She pushed Paige forward, just enough to get a “UH” out the girl, which got the attention of the brown eyed girl.

Wow she looked perfect, slightly tipsy for sure, but in a way that made her eye bigger and her cheeks flushed.

“Hey Paige, you ok?”

“Yea, can I steal you for a second, sorry”, she said looking at the guy.

“Of course, sorry Kyle, thanks for the drink, and the company”. She said sweetly. She never once disrespected anyone, even if there was a reason to. On the court she was as calm as ever, and nothing is more frustrating than playing rough basketball, but Azzi never complained. Always keeping her composure and her kindness.

“What’s up P?”

“Nothing, I just needed some Azzi time yk”, why would u say that omg, she’s gonna think your obsessed with her.

“Yea me too, missed you”.

Oh ok cool.

“Wanna go outside, its just a lot in here”.

“Yea, are your headaches coming back, I know you get overwhelmed when your in loud spaces, it might be your headache”.

“Honestly now that I think about it, yea, my headache is coming back”.

“I put some Tylenol in your car earlier, here come,” the younger girl said and grabbed Paige’s wrist, weaving there was though some crowds and eventually to the passenger side of Paige’s car.

As soon as they got to Paige’s car, Azzi reached into the girls pocket and grabbed her keys to unlock the door, the pocket right by her thigh. It immediately sent a jolt right up Paiges spine and she had to back away, Breatheeeee Paige, she barely touched you.

Then Azzi leaned into the passenger seat and went digging for the Tylenol, leaving Paige a perfect view of her butt, she immediately looked away. This still was her best friend, respect, Paige.

Azzi finally found the Tylenol and opened the bottle giving Paige two pills.

“Shoot I dont have water, ill go back inside”.

“No”, Paige said holding Azzi back from her waist, “I can swallow dry”.

Paige took the pills from Azzi and popped them in, keeping eye contact with the younger girl for much longer than necessary. Azzi’s lips looked perfect, nice and plump, reddish from her lipstick earlier, but most importantly there were attached to the most beautiful and kind girl in the world, and nothing could beat that.

Azzi began to form a soft smile and reached up and started gently rubbing the sides of Paige’s head with her thumbs, it was something she used to do a lot back when Paige had chronic headaches. The younger girl always did it right.

“Mmmm thanks”, Paige said and she began to close her eyes, she started leaning forward and was met with Azzi forehead.

They both stood there forehead to forehead, just soaking in each other company, both girls thinking the same thing, neither of them knowing it.

I could stay here forever.

Slowly both girls started to open there eyes. Azzi now moved her hands down to Paiges shoulders while Paiges hands remained at her waist. There was a twinkle in Azzi eyes that Paige had only seen a few times before, but the fact that is was directed towards Paige made her weak at the knees.

“Hey, you feeling ok?”

“Yes better, thank you”

“Ofc that’s what friends are for,” FRIENDS.

“Azzi?”

“Yes Paige.”

“Thank you, seriously thank you. I-I just love you so much. Your the best person in the world, your alway so kind to me, I just have never trusted anyone the way I trusted you”.

“I-i love you too”.

Azzi POV

SHE TRUSTS YOU. She trusts you more than anyone and your over here fansticing about her abs and her arms and all she did was trust you. Azzi realized it was unfair to ignore her BEST friend. Even if her feelings were complicated, she would not let that get in the way of there friendship. However saying those words, those three little words felt different to Azzi this time.

“Azzi, you look beautiful btw, idk if anyone has told you that today”.

And there her heart went again, a slight gasp escaped for her mouth and she knew, these feelings were just starting to wrap around her heart, leaving her to suffocate.

“Thanks P, you look good too, too good”.

“Too good?” Paige responded with a sly smirk on her face.

“Yk what I mean, those girls were all over you."

“Jealous Az?”

“No” Yes.

“Well you have no reason to be, ill always be your best friend. No one can take me away from you”.

And that was true, for the next few months the two girls were more inseparable, both knowing there feelings for one another, neither mentioning it, but always knowing that being in the confront of the other was all that they wanted.

“Hey, do you wanna just chill in you car until everyone else is ready to leave, ik ur head still hurts.”

Paige’s head no longer hurt so she said “Yes”.

The two girls made there way into the older girls car, turning on the heat and the music. The car flooded with “Nobody Gets me” by SZA and both girls just looked at one another, knowing that this song was there’s. It perfectly resembled how they felt not in just that moment, but in most moments, never feeling misunderstood by the other.

The night had ended with both of the girls just sitting in the car, talking, about nothing, and also everything, just as they did every single day. Neither getting tired of being in the presence of the other.

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Paige and Azzi woke up the next morning in Paige’s dorm, just like most nights they were not able to fall asleep without each other and always made it a plan to end up cuddled next to one another. However Azzi woke up way to early. Seeing Paige wrapped up next to her made her heart beat just a bit harder than normal.

Omg Azzi now is not the time please, she’s your best friend, she’s your best friend, she’s your best friend.

And because she was her best friend, Paige felt Azzi’s heart beat out of her chest, all of a sudden waking her.

“Hey, Paige said groggily, “You ok, nightmare?.” Paige sat up looking straight into the brown eyed girl.

“Hi, sorry to wake you, yea.”

“Was it the same one?”

Azzi had had a recurring nightmare for the past few months. She had the ball, it was the national championship and there was 6 seconds left on the clock, they were down by two. All she needed was a heave up a three, 3, 2, the ball left her hand and it looked good from afar, but as soon as the buzzer hit, the ball had just rimmed out the basket. They had lost all because of her.

When she told Paige about her dream she said “I would never put that pressure on you to take that shot, if for whatever reason that happens, pass the ball to me and let me take the blame”.

It wasn’t that Paige didn’t trust her to take the shot, it was the pure selflessness of Paige, she never wanted anyone to feel like if was there fault, so she always took that pressure away, making it her problem.

“Yea, same one”, she lied, she couldn’t tell her best friend that the reason her heart was going crazy was because she looked so good and was so kind and made her feel like she had fire on her every time they touched.

“Come here” Paige said, just as she pulled down the younger girl back to bed, however, this time this was actually the worse case scenario. Having Paige all over her made her even more fidgety.

I need to get out of here.

“Actually” Azzi said all of a sudden, popping out the bed, “Im gonna go on a run”.

“Its 6 am?”

“Yea ik, just need to clear my mind for a bit.”

“You sure, we can talk about it, im not tired.”

“Paige go back to sleep, I know you tired”, she walked over to the blue eyed girl and smoothed out her hair. “Ill see you later ok?”

“ok, text me when you get back to your dorm.”

“I will promise. Bye Paigey” and just as she was about to leave, she turned back real quick and gave a quick peck on Paiges cheek, earning a smile from the older girl. It was something they did a lot, just to ensure the other that they were ok.

Azzi walked through the door and felt fire on her lips, she brought her finger to her lips, feeling them tingly all over. What is happening to me, She thought, but before she can slip free, she caught Nika in the kitchen.

“Hey” Azzi said.

“Hey Azzi, everything ok with you and Paige?”

“Yea ofc why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh no just asking, your leaving earlier than normal”.

She’s right, im being weird, stop being weird. “Yea, I know, just have some things to do this morning”.

“Right ok, well see ya later”.

“Bye Nika” and she walked out the door without another word.

I miss Paige already. Was the first thought that popped into Azzi’s head as soon as she exited the door. Omg I need to get a grip.

That day a few things were certain, Azzi was slowly falling in love with her best friend, Paige was never going to do anything about it, and Nika would make it her mission to get the two together.

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THE FRAT HOUSE (PART FOUR)

The beach was fun. I'd spent the rest of week hanging out with the guys during the day and sleeping with John at night. Alex gave us space, but said he looked forward to hooking up more when we got back home.

Zach and Daniel found out. There was no getting around it, really. It was clear I was going to John's room. Zach asked me about it when we had a moment alone on the beach. Rather than tell him some lie, I fessed up.

"You know what you're doing, Brian?"

"Maybe not," I said. "But it feels right. I feel I can trust these guys."

He winced. Zach definitely didn't like the house bottom idea. "You know I won't judge you man, but I love you like a brother. I don't want those guys taking advantage of you."

"They won't," I insisted. I sighed. Zach tapped into a nagging doubt I had. And truth was, I could stop this House Bottom business anytime. Chalk it up to beach week horns.

But something drew me to it, and I was trying to say what it was, for myself as much as for Zach. "I dunno, bro," I continued. "You know I keep a count of the dudes I've been with?"

That got a surprised smile from my buddy. "Yeah?" he said. "I stopped counting after like thirty." Zach went through a real daddy-chaser phase.

I laughed. "It's been exactly 10 for me.... Part of me wants to go crazy, you know, go chase lots of dick... the other part of me feels better keeping it in the Frat House."

"You got issues being a bottom," he said simply.

I nodded. "Physically, I fucking love it," I said. "But I don't like the way guys look down on bottoms." I was thinking of Army Mike from my hookup at the start of the week, but also the guys on Grindr, or even the way some of the guys would make catty, feminizing comments about bottoms.

Zach nodded. He was a masculine hockey bro who found his own peace with his sexuality. He was less hung up than I was, less inclined to give a fuck what guys thought. "I don't have patience for that BS. That's why being vers is great. You just do what you want and don't build your whole fucking life around a sexual position."

I had to take in my bro's gym-pumped build. Because of our different types, there wasn't sexual tension, but my friend was good looking. Thinning hair and maybe looking older than his 27 years. He's grown his facial hair out, though he confessed he and Daniel were trying to decide if they preferred the more youthful clean-shaven look.

"I've fucked guys," I said. "It was fun, I guess." It was a tone that said it didn’t push my buttons in the same intense way.

Zach laughed. "I honestly love that you decided what you like, Powers. Just look out for yourself."

"Bro, everyone keeps telling me that."

****

It was tough getting back to reality. Work was surprisingly busy for summer, and I had stuff to catch up on. And the previous week had given me extra motivation to spend more time at the gym. It was funny because Zach was on the same wavelength. Even if he wasn't on the market, he loved being in top shape for Daniel.

John was even more in the throes of work, and Alex was meeting all the training clients he'd had to reschedule.

But Kyle was around. He sometimes stuck to his room or had a date or something. He kind of hung out with the guys from our rec league team, but also had his own group of gay friends in the city. That Thursday night he joined me in watching some Netflix show. I'd avoided drinking since getting back from the beach, to recover and focus on my health some. But with the weekend almost there, I helped myself to a beer.

I'd gone hard at the gym, and I was kind of zoned out watching the show, but as it ended Kyle and I made small talk. Him asking me how the beach was, what we did. I filled him in, some.

"Maybe I'll try to go next year," he said.

"You should," I replied. "I definitely will."

Kyle looked at me more steadily. Like something was on his mind. Something was. "So... Alex said some stuff went down."

"Oh," I replied. I wasn’t sure how much A had told him. "Yeah. We got a little wild. It was fun."

"I feel a little left out," he said with a grin. Kyle wasn't a bro with major game. He did really well dating because he was good looking and tall and had the gay jock thing going on. But his confidence now made me realize that A had filled him in completely, maybe even set this up.

I was OK with that. "You don't have to be, man," I said.

I could tell Kyle was surprised. Like he didn't want to believe Alex but was faced with the reality that A had told the truth about me. "You'd put out for me, Powers?"

I nodded and stood up. I was chubbing already, into the idea of spontaneous sex. Somehow my tiredness was gone. "Give me fifteen and meet me in my room?"

This was the most matter of fact I'd been about sex, and it felt liberating. Like I was in control even if I was the one putting out.

"Oh yeah," he replied.

I'd cleaned up and gotten on my bed face down when Kyle walked in, tugging off his shirt. He wasn't super buff like the other guys, but he was tall and decently well built.

"I can't believe this is happening," he laughed.

"You don't gotta, White," I said. "But I want it if you do."

"God yes."

I turned and watched him peel down his shorts. His dick was big, not huge, but solid and thick, with a curve to the left.

"There's lube on the nightstand," I said. "And I'm on PReP. Just go slow to start."

"Got it."

I lay mostly face down, head resting on my folded arms, ass up. I wondered if Kyle was the kind of guy for foreplay. But other than a quick application of lube to my hole, I wasn't going to get any tonight.

I felt his presence above and behind me, nudging that tool of his into my crack and pucker.

"You take dick a lot, Powers?" he asked. I think it was surprise more than anything. He was clearly horny to be tapping my ass.

"Just guys I feel comfortable with," I answered.

"Cool."

He breached me. His caution paid off. That curved dick felt awesome pushing into me. I hiked my ass up and relaxed, letting him go deeper.

"Fuck."

There was something about sex with Kyle that felt taboo. I was buddies with all of the guys in the House and had blurred the lines between friendship and sex. But I was letting White dick me not because I was attracted to him but because he was my friend. Because he was part of the House. It was messed up maybe, but the mental part of that fantasy was turning me on.

"Your dick feels great man," I said in a dreamy, mellow voice. I was enjoying this a lot but hadn't been overstimulated yet.

"Jesus, Powers," Kyle hissed. He leaned in and really started fucking. White didn't throw a hard fuck, but he gave an appreciative one. Whimpering some in excitement, kissing behind my ear, smoothly pumping in and out.

My prostate was singing now. This was the first curved dick I'd taken, and it felt different in a good way.

"Fuck me," I hissed more excitedly. Humping back into Kyle's thrust.

"I don't think I can hold off," he grunted, apologetic.

"Don't, man. Breed me," I urged. I wasn't quite there, but I was close.

A few heavier thrusts and I felt Kyle's defenseman body jerk on top of mine, kind of collapsing his weight on me.

I didn't have lube on my hand, so I gave small thrusts against my sheets and combined with the feeling of that dick sliding in and out with softer motions, that was enough to make me cum.

"Oh GOD!" I hissed. It was fun to lose it now that White had had his pleasure.

"Nice, bro," he said in my ear, licking it as I nutted.

It was a little awkward when he dismounted. But I thanked him for being a good top.

"Jesus, Powers, I should be thanking you." He pulled his shorts back on. "That was amazing." He paused. "What do you do after buddy sex?" he asked laughing. "A fist bump seems weird."

"Don't have to do anything, White. But how about a bro hug?"

"Sure," he smiled.

We hugged it out then he left me to clean up and crash for the evening.

****

The next night, Alex called a house meeting. I had a good idea what it was about. Indeed, he pulled me aside before the other guys got home. "Just wanna check, little bro. You OK with this House Bottom business?"

I'd been doing a lot of thinking. I was OK with it, and told A as much. Still, I had some misgivings. "How's it gonna go down?"

"However you want it to go down, Bri," A said. "That's what we're gonna talk about."

We gathered in the kitchen. Kyle seemed unsure what was going on. John had a smirk on his face that suggested he had a good idea. "So guys..." Alex said. "Powers is officially the House Bottom. So we need to set some ground rules. I'll go over a couple and Bri can add whatever he wants to them."

"First, no talking about this with the other guys. Bri hates gossip and I do too," Alex said, and flashed me a reassuring grin. "Second, any of us can say no, not interested, especially Bri. Third, no messing around in the common areas." He was addressing my housemates then turned to me. "Anything to add?"

I thought for a second. "Yeah... if I'm dating someone the House Bottom thing is off unless I say so, OK?" Who knows if I'd have an open relationship or not, but I wanted to make sure the buddy sex wasn't going to get in the way of my dating life. And I wanted the guys to know that.

"Cool, absolutely," Kyle chimed in. I could tell from his smile he was getting very excited by the House Bottom arrangement.

"Anything else?" A asked.

"Not that I can think of," I said. "If something comes to me, I'll let you know."

"I have one," John interjected. We looked at him. "We gotta respect the House Bottom," he said. "He's a dude helping us out, not some pass-around bitch." Like A, John knew some of my hangups about bottoming, and it warmed my heart to realize he was looking out for me.

"Agreed," A chimed in. "The name of the game is respect guys."

Kyle had Friday plans. I sensed John wanted a crack at me again, but I slept with A that night.

****

It was fun as we found a groove. I was surprised the guys didn't go hog wild. Kyle was the shyest about hitting me up again, and John was busy with work.

I actually made the move on Alex. Surprisingly nervous, I found him up in his room, door open. He'd just stepped out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist. His build was just incredible, with massive muscle. It wasn't even my chosen type I went for generally, but the jacked look was incredible, accentuated by a summer tan and a light dusting of chest fur.

I gave a gentle knock. "Hey A," I announced.

He flashed a smile when he saw me. "Hey little bro, what's up?"

I didn't answer him but instead gestured to his mostly nude state. "Got a hot date?"

He could read the question behind that. "Was gonna hit up the apps. Unless you're offering."

"I'm offering, A," I said simply. This was fun. Flirtatious and matter of fact at the same time.

He grinned and undid his towel. That long snake fell out. While Alex wasn't a short guy exactly, he wasn't tall and that dick seemed out of proportion to his frame. Particularly when it lengthened and stood up, almost mesmerizing me.

I slid off my shorts. I had a more regular piece, and it was sticking up rigid already as I kicked off my shorts and stood before my housemate naked.

"Why don't you lean over the bed, bro?" he asked as he was already pulling out his lube.

"OK," I said. Alex could be good for a more intimate connection, but maybe this was going to be a quickie. I was starting to doubt whether the House Bottom thing was a good thing for the kind of sex I ultimately wanted. But I leaned over onto Alex's bed. I don't think I noticed before how neatly he made his bed, completely folded and tucked. I braced my arms on the duvet. The woody scent of his cologne lingered on the bed.

Even without watching, I could sense my housemate crouch behind me. He parted my ass and dove right in.

"Oh fuck, A..." I hissed. I'd been slow to get into being eaten out, but if Alex Ramirez was doing the rimming, I was gonna love it. "Eat my hole, bro."

That seemed to drive A to munch more fervently, hungry in his desire to lick up into me. I spread my legs just slightly and pushed out my clean hole for him. This wasn't a quickie, this was ten solid minutes of foreplay. And Alex was going to make me wild for his dick.

When he finally stood up, he wasted no time in pressing that slicked up dong into me. Not a hard jab but a steady shove, right into my guts. I wanted it.

"Damn, little bro... this ass is velvet, dude."

"For you, big bro," I hissed in response. There was just a hint of that discomfort and stretch, but that somehow made his bottoming out even hotter. Alex had huge heavy balls that tapped against my taint.

"Your brother's gonna take care of you, Powers." With that, he pulled out and slowly slid back in. He'd lubed up really well and that fucking motion was smooth and steady. My hole gripped against the wet bone pistoning in and out, and yet my spasms simply provided more friction rather than impeded his progress.

"Fuck, bro..." he hissed.

I had no idea how deep we'd go with the brother roleplay. And it was also fraternity brother talk, too. Going back and forth in my head, and probably A's too. As he took me, I lived out the fantasy of being Alex's fraternity brother back in the day, or him being mine. Horny, unable to stop fucking.

Those hips pumped me faster. And faster. Alex's only speed it seemed. I could feel the urgency in his fuck, in his whole body taking charge of my ass. It wouldn't always work for me, but right then I grooved on his excitement.

"Gonna nut in my little brother," he hissed, the mellow voice growing strained. Then those strong fingers gripped my waist hard and he barreled into me. "FUCK!" I was getting seeded with a good dose of A's cum.

He gave me a gentle pat and slowly withdrew. I thought of telling him to push back in so I could jerk to completion, but already A was reading my mind.

"Just wanna take a look, bro," he said with a more relaxed satisfied voice. "Not gonna leave you and and dry."

I started to lift my body up and twist my head around when I felt his still hard dick bore back in. Slower now, as if he was savoring the feel of his own cum inside me. I know I loved the change of pace. I grabbed the lube next to me and squirted enough in my hand to get the right friction on my bone.

It was easy and quick to get off. Alex slow pumping me while I gave a few frantic jerks. And A's strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me up into his hard chest and kissing my neck. Him possessing me physically, and I was giving into that strong embrace. I felt my body go hot and then that wave of pleasure washed over me. Shots of my cum flung out and probably made a mess of A's duvet.

"Nice," he said. He withdrew and helped me clean up. It was great to see his content smile and we kept looking at one another. Not in an about-to-fuck way, or in a romantic way, but just enjoying the sexual chemistry. "You wanna sleep in here tonight, Bri?" he asked.

"Yah," I nodded. John could be more romantic in sex than Alex, far more romantic, but A seemed to enjoy me sleeping in his bed.

We got under the covers and A put his arm around my shoulder, drawing me close. We just talked.

"So Bri... you getting cold feet with the House Bottom arrangement?" he asked.

"Not really," I said.

"I dunno... you seemed nervous coming up here for sex tonight." His fingers softly grazed my delt muscle. Even though I'd cum I was gonna stay hard from the body contact, something that usually didn't happen with me.

He was right. I thought about it. "Maybe it's hard to just start it up." I reached over and felt for A's cock. It was soft now and I heard a satisfied chuckle as I started playing with his lube-sticky meat. "Too sensitive?" I asked.

"Nah, but I'm spent bro. I jerked off early this morning so you got the best of me just now."

"I'm not looking for round two, A... I just like your dick."

"I know, bro," Alex said, turning to kiss my forehead.

God, that was the sexiest part of Alex Ramirez for me, the way he could be an alpha without making a big deal of it or putting me down. He was confident as fuck.

I played with that meat some more. "You know," I said. "I thought the other guys would want to do me by now."

He patted my shoulder and replied. "I think they're not sure how to start up either.... I'm pretty sure John and K are grade-A horndogs waiting to come out. If that's what you want."

"Maybe I don't know what I want," I said. "But I definitely wanna try this."

A looked at me with an amused expression then pulled me into a kiss. It was sensual and deep, and I loved it.

"You're the best, little bro," he said. "How bout this? You have a standing date to sleep up here on Tuesdays. I have a later start on Wednesday."

"Yeah?" I asked. I was intrigued by the idea.

Alex nodded. "I think the regular sex will help break the ice a little for the House Bottom thing."

"That'd be hot, A," I said. I noticed his cock start to respond. "You're getting hard," I chuckled.

"I know you need cock, Bri."

The next kiss was even softer somehow. I kinda wish A went this speed more, but I also was learning to take each man with their own vibe and sexual chemistry.

He finally pulled back, like he didn't want to get carried away. That's how I knew he was fully spent sexually.

"So, bro... I think it's time to rent out the extra room," Alex said. "I'll make sure he's cool with the House Bottom thing. And of course you get full veto over the selection."

"Oh," I said. I hadn't thought of this extending beyond A, John, and Kyle. But Alex was right. If he brought another renter and housemate, the guy would have to be part of that dynamic.

"Think it over," he said, maybe sensing some hesitation.

"Yeah, I will," I said.

"We'll make it work, Bri," he said.

****

That following weekend I took a couple of days off work for a long weekend and went away for the hiking trip I had planned with my buddy Tyler. It was good bonding time, but I missed my gang. Zach and the guys in the Frat House.

When I got back from my trip, I saw the following written out in A's handwriting and stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

HOUSE RULES

1. Powers is our bro, first and foremost.

2. What the House Bottom says, goes.

3. Guys in the house can approach the House Bottom, or the House Bottom can approach a top.

4. If the House Bottom is dating someone, guys in the house won't hit him up for sex.

5. If a House Top is dating someone, the House Bottom won't hit him up for sex.

6. No sex in the common areas.

7. A blue band on the House Bottom's room doorknob means any House Top can come in for a fuck.

8. Remove the blue band if you want a private fuck. Put it back on when you leave if House Bottom wants you to.

9. No jealousy, no drama, no pushing boundaries.

10. No talking to others outside the house about the House Bottom or our arrangement.

11. The House Bottom won't skip leg day.

12. Respect the House Bottom.

John came in and saw me reading it. He was wearing a more form fitting T-shirt, which suggested he'd just come back from the gym.

"Each of us got a copy, Brian," he said. "But Alex wanted it up there for a week as a reminder."

I finished reading the last few. "I like it," I said with a smile.

That made John smile. "I helped out with the list. I was hoping it was OK. We can take number 11 out, we just that it was funny."

"It's cool," I said. "I like it." I gave the list another quick read. It made it all feel real.

As I looked back, we kind of stood awkwardly looking at each other. But John wasn't saying anything.

"It's OK, bro, you can ask me," I offered.

He laughed nervously. God, he was a cute fucker. Harris's shy thing was winning me over. "I know you just got home," he said.

"It's Ok," I replied. "You can always ask, I can always say yes or no."

He nodded. "Wanna fuck, Brian?"

I smiled. "Give me twenty minutes? Maybe thirty?" I wanted a good shower and to get properly ready for John.

"Oh yeah."

Awkwardly he stepped up, not sure if he should kiss me. But I gave a slight nod and felt that amazing skilled kiss, just a little tongue before he brought out something deeper. "That OK?" he asked, checking in to make sure he wasn't crossing a line.

"Definitely." I said. I patted his arm and told him I'd come to his room.

I found John naked and rock hard in his bed. "I was gonna look at some porn," he said as I slid into his room and shut the door behind me. "But I don't need to." He gave his big cock a soft stroke and let go, making that prick ride up into full erection. "Besides, it's been a few days."

I crossed over and climbed into his bed. The kiss was amazing but so was the body contact. My hands on John's smooth muscle and his hands roving over my body.

"Mmmf," he moaned into our kiss. "Feel like riding me, Bri?" he asked.

"If you want," I said.

He looked at me with those soulful eyes. "What do you want, man?"

I knew my immediate answer. "Missionary. Slow, then hard." With Charlie, I got off hardest in doggie, but John Harris delivered an incredible missionary fuck.

He got a big smile and rolled us over. Making out with me more impetuously, feeling me up and kissing along my neck and ear.

"I need you in me, bro," I sighed. I was SO hard against his abs and could feel his thick erection against my leg. I began spreading my legs as John pulled off and reached for the lube. A couple of pumps, which he slathered on his dick, my hole, then my own cock, and he was good to go.

"Easy," he said as he pushed.

I looked up at him and nodded. My legs were pulled back, which wasn't the most comfortable position, but it allowed John good access. He locked eyes and nudged more in.

"I love your dick," I said. I hadn't perfected sex talk, but I learned that sometimes simple is best. I was discovering that tops loved to know you want them and that their dicks are turning you on.

He slid more in, opening up my tightness then plowing forward. He didn't rest at full penetration but slowly began to pump me.

"Good?" he asked.

"Amazing," I said. "Fuck."

He went harder. Full body into it, like John often did. In two minutes flat, he'd taken me from tight to crazed and eager.

"Stroke your cock," John urged as I wrapped my hand my meat. "Get off on me fucking you."

Then he pulled on some additional power reserve from his glutes and his hips to really drive into me.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried. My p-spot was going wild, and I felt my balls tingle. I was cumming in waves of intense pleasure that preceded my ejaculation. A few more thrusts and John's thick dick began pushing the cum right out of me. "Oh fuck oh fuck," I grunted, my face feeling hot and my whole body alive with pleasure.

He was waiting for this, and my tightening guts helped him orgasm too. I felt his body clench and jerk as he got off inside me, deeply.

His face was reddened as he slowed and cooled down.

"Thank you, Brian," he said, leaning down for a kiss.

We cuddled a little in the afterglow and kissed some. I finally told John I needed to get settled in and do laundry after my trip.

“Yeah, sure,” he said removing his arm from my shoulder. It was a respectful distance he put out, as I slid out of bed and looked at him. His dick was soft and heavy between his legs.

“You’re really good at that, John,” I said simply.

He smiled. “Anytime, bro.”

****

Kyle White was shy but pretended not to be when he hit me up the next night. He must have been thinking about it all day, because he was throwing a full on boner in his shorts when he walked into the kitchen as I made a quick post-gym dinner.

"Hey Powers," he said. "Sorry for the ambush but you think you could help me out later?"

I looked down at that hardon, which curved up and pushed out the mesh fabric. Sex with John had primed the pump and I found the idea of more buddy sex appealing. "For sure, you look hard up."

He laughed. "Been working too much, but yeah..."

"Your room?" I offered. "Give me a little time."

"Of course." He patted my delt muscle. "You're the best, Powers." He then walked out and down the hall.

I scarfed down my meal, less in eagerness for sex and more because it was almost 8 and I was starved after a hard workout. Zach was pushing me more, and I was amping up leg day. I already had an amazing muscle ass and super strong legs, but I decided to lean into my best assets.

I got extra clean, with the hopes I could convince White for a longer or at least a harder session. It was one of those nights where I could take an Alex Ramirez sprint-fuck no problem, the horniness was just building in me. I knew White wasn't a rimmer, or at least he hadn't been with me, so I went ahead and applied a healthy amount of lube to my semi-relaxed hole. If Kyle enjoyed tonight's fuck, he'd partly have John to thank. I was worked up for sure.

I slipped on my old college-logo gym shorts and ball cap and padded my way down the hall. My housemate's eyes lit up when I slid into his room.

"Jesus, Powers," he said, blue eyes widened as he took in my shorter, more compact build. "You're off the charts hot."

"Thanks," I said. "Why don't you show me that big dick?" I urged.

With a grin, Kyle slid the sheets off and I gazed at that thick curved boner. I could tell the guy was leaking some. I stepped up and reached out, enjoying Kyle's amused expression.

"I'm really horny," I said. "I might be in the mood to go a little wild tonight. If that's OK."

"God yeah, Powers," Kyle hissed. I could tell he was pleasantly surprised. Our previous fuck had been no nonsense. This was something else. Kyle may have been the initiator, but I was now the sexual aggressor. I slid down my shorts and let my housemate see me erect and naked except for my ball cap and watch.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. I took a second to feel up his smooth ripped torso. White wasn't built like John or Charlie, and those bigger dudes were definitely my normal type. But Kyle was a tall, athletic guy, and what most guys would consider a total catch.

I rode his cock a little then leaned up and reached back. John Harris was thicker by far, and my hole had its muscle memory from the night before. I slowly pressed back and felt Kyle's bare dick enter me.

"Jesus, Powers," he hissed. "You're already lubed."

I nodded and smiled. I sat down on him more fully. I had to pause about three or four inches in, getting used to that curve. But White felt good, real good. He was using me to get his rocks off, and I was using him. Slowly I began bouncing up and down about an inch or so, working more of that hardon into my guts.

His hands now clenched my outer legs. "Take my cock, man..." then he caught himself. "Hope that's not against the rules to say."

I shook my head. "I'm good, White," I replied. "We're friends, but don't let that get in the way of a good fuck."

He smiled and nodded. And fucked up into me. THAT felt amazing. Even then the doubt in my head made me wish I didn't love this so much. I wished I was a top like these guys. But damnit I loved this feeling. The stretched and full sensation in my ass combined with the stimulation of my p-spot. I held off jerking off as I rode Kyle and that made it all more incredible.

"Shit, man, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up, Brian," Kyle said, his sexy smile getting more serious, almost whimpery.

That made me go into full power bottom mode, riding him urgently and milking him off with my ass muscles. It was hot to watch him get into that orgasm and to know I was being loaded up good.

Indeed when I rose off I reached behind and felt a heavy amount of semen ooze out onto my fingers. It would be enough, I decided as I gripped my boner with my cummy hand.

"Put it back in me, White," I urged, settling back onto his crotch.

He nodded and dutifully guided his still rigid meat into me. I settled all the way down into his lap, feeling the curve stretch my insides as I jerked and kind of rode back and forth on his dick.

My own cum was great. I stopped comparing them. If I was gonna be House Bottom, I knew I had a lot of incredible orgasms ahead of me.

I finally let go of my dick and caught my breath. Kyle looked up at me with satisfaction and also an impressed look. He definitely wasn't expecting sex this good. I hadn't either. Slowly I rose off and felt his hockey jock load seep out more easily. It took me a sec to get over my sea legs as I dismounted. But I climed off the bed and patted his leg.

"I needed that, man, thanks," I said.

"You have no idea, Powers," Kyle grinned. "I'm gonna sleep well."

"Good." I said. I reached for my shorts and slid them on. It turns out these would be my unofficial House Bottom shorts, something easy to slip on and off as I walked through the house to my top's bedroom.

And now I was walking back to my room. Maybe A was right that John and Kyle had a real horndog side waiting to come out. But for now I was feeling like I was the one letting my horny side show.

****

John actually found the next housemate. An ex and sort-of friend of his from another city had a partner who was an econ professor who commuted in and was looking for a place two to three nights a week. It was a perfect arrangement. The room was pretty small and came with less rent. It had less natural light than the rest, and A had furnished it for this kind of rental. We all liked the idea of a roommate who wouldn't be around all the time.

Mark was the guy's name, and he came by the house the next Wednesday to meet us and for us to meet him. He was strikingly handsome, easily in his late 30s with premature gray that was really make a salt and pepper look kick in. Mark was friendly as he shook our hands. A gave him a tour of the place and showed him the room. When he came back to the living room, the guy seemed interested, at least if I could read his facial expression right.

I took a second to appraise him physically. About six foot even and solidly gym built. Not jacked like John, and maybe more normal, but definitely fit, with nice, broad shoulders and a broad chest beneath his button-down. I didn't know how this would play out, but A told me I had veto over anyone. I now looked over at Alex and gave a small, imperceptible nod of agreement. Alex smiled back.

Alex and Mark sat down, and A went over the basics. Finally he broached the big subject.

"So, this may be a deal breaker," Alex started. "But we all have an arrangement with Brian here. Kind of a no-strings sex thing."

I could see the caution in Mark's eyes, but Alex continued. "Look, you wouldn't be expected to be involved, I know you have a partner. Just know what may go on behind closed doors." He picked up a piece of paper and slid it to Mark to read. The House Rules.

I could see a surprised amusement on the man's lips. "You guys are wild," he said looking up at us, then pointedly at me. "And you're the House Bottom?"

I blushed. "That'd be me," I replied.

He paused. "I'll have to think about this. And run it by Eric."

"Of course," Alex said. "It's not an orgy thing, I swear. But we want a housemate who'll fit in and feel comfortable."

Mark said he'd get back to us in the next week. He must not have been TOO freaked out because he was still friendly as he shook our hands and bid goodbye.

"Oh well," Alex said after he left. "We'll find the right guy." A was convinced Mark was going to say no.

Only the next morning he text us. "I heard back from Mark. He's a go."

****

Even after he started staying in the frat house, I still wasn't sure if Mark was gonna be a House Top or just a housemate. That was OK. I had my Tuesday nights with Alex, and John was around more and horny lately. I even gave Kyle a blowjob, wanting to try something new and to take a break from bottoming one night.

But on the second week of Mark's living with us, I got a knock on my door. He'd just come home from campus and was dressed in his professorial clothes, book satchel slung over his shoulder. "Hey, Brian," he said.

I looked up from my computer. A workmate had coaxed me into a fantasy football league, and I was researching stats for the week. "Hey," I said. "What's up."

A sly grin crossed his face. "So this House Bottom thing... I just ask for it?"

This was unexpected and welcome. I would have been fine not sleeping with Mark, but doing so would complete the Frat House vibe. "Pretty much," I said, leaning back. "It's a yes or no thing, but often yes." I added, "I didn't know you were interested."

"I had to ask Eric. We're open, and he hooks up when I'm out of town..." He paused and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "You probably don't need the full story."

I shrugged. "Either way is cool. You wanna give me a few minutes and come back?" I didn't spell it out, but Mark got that I was planning to clean out for him.

"Definitely. Fuck, this is fun."

It was even more fun when Mark came back, himself freshly showered and bare-chested. My suspicion was right that his body was somewhere between normal and gym-pumped. He didn't groom his chest hair and he had the hint of love handles. But as he got naked I enjoyed seeing that cock. More of a tapered torpedo shape, thick at the base and elongated at the end. Like A, Mark had big heavy balls, though his clung tightly to the stalk of his shaft.

"How you like to...?" he asked.

"I have my preferences, but I also like exploring what feels right a guy," I replied.

"Works for me." He stepped up to the bed and climbed on, connecting with my naked body. "Is kissing OK?"

"Not required but definitely OK."

Mark was very physical in his style. Feeling me up, kissing all along my neck and body, climbing on top of my naked form and thrusting against me as we made out. I loved it, the newness of a new man.

He finally pulled back and picked up the lube I'd set out. His brown eyes looked at mine intently as he slowly fingered me. Sensual and deep, those digits probed in and out, and he added more lube from time to time until I was good and wet.

"I'm going in raw, OK?" he stated as much as asked, then placed my legs on his shoulders and scooted into place.

The tapered shape was perfect for boring into me and opening me up. He didn't rush entering me, but seemed to savor my ass before he slowly pumped. Even at a slower pace his whole body seemed into the fuck, leveraging full penetration with each thrust. He looked down on me with excitement.

"Were you a jock?" he asked.

I nodded. "Hockey. Division I." I was proud of the fact, but also figured it would turn Mark on.

It did. "Fuck." He thrust in more urgently. "One of these days I'm gonna have to get the full story about how this started."

"Me taking dick? Or the House Bottom thing."

"Either," he smiled. He fucked a little quicker now. The rhythmic stretching was definitely a new experience. The Mark experience. I was getting into it even if I didn't have the same prostate feeling I sometimes craved. "How you doing?” he asked. “It might not take me long."

"Lube up my dick and I'm good anytime."

He paused and did as instructed before he resumed a steady thrust. My palm wrapped around my prick, and I felt it. That made my butt nut come alive and I could feel each of Mark's movements against it inside me.

"Gonna cum..." he announced.

"Do it." My voice was pinched, since I was close to nutting too.

I actually beat him, my sperm flying all over my chest and abs. I didn't expect the orgasm to be intense, but it was. Just two seconds later Mark let out an excited cry and got his own nut, deep inside me. He was the kind of top he stopped thrusting as he came and I got to watch his facial expressions as he pumped me full.

He pulled out and we kissed.

"You good, man?" he asked.

"Very," I said. Mark had surpassed my expectation of the fourth housemate.

He smiled and patted my chest. "I can't make this an all the time thing. But we'll do this again, OK?"

"Yep. Just hit me up when you're in the mood."

He shook his head, like he couldn't believe I was so nonchalant about putting out. Deep down I wasn't really, but there were two Brian Powers, one the conservative Catholic boy who wondered what the fuck I was doing, and the other an out of control gay dude in the big city. I had a good idea which one was winning out.

I told Mark good night as he got up and put on his sweatpants. I'm often wiped after a good lay, but that evening I felt wide awake. Maybe because it was Thursday and I was already anticipating the weekend. Maybe I'd line up a hookup outside of the house. Or go out to the bars. As fun as the House Bottom thing was becoming, I didn't want to be closed off to dating again, even if I wasn't rushing that either.

I slid on some sweats myself and a long-sleeve T and went out to the living room. John was there, watching TV. Uncharacteristically he was drinking a beer on a weeknight.

"Tough day?" I asked as I came in and sat on the sofa.

He looked over at me. "It pays the bills. But yes." He took a sip from his can. "How bout you Brian?"

"Long. But it's been a good day."

He paused and looked over at me. "Wow," he said with a sly smile. "Did Mark sample the goods finally?"

I laughed. "Are you psychic?"

That got a chuckle in return and a sexy smile. I loved John's smile. He was classically cute, and after having sex with a man nearing 40, I enjoyed John's relative youth in contrast. "I'm learning to read you more, Powers," he said. He spread his legs and leaned back in the sofa cushion. "Besides, I was gonna hit you up earlier, but your room door was closed."

"Shame," I said. Until that moment, I thought I was spent for the evening. But looking at John I was mesmerized by his cute looks and his muscled bod. He was wearing shorts and his furry legs were fucking solid. And his meaty chest stretched out his polo shirt. Since moving into the house, he'd gone for shorter buzzed haircuts. He said he had better luck with that look. I liked both, but he had a point.

John smiled and his eyes probed mine. "Yeah, shame."

"If you don't mind seconds..." I offered.

He had a naughty, almost guilty look on his face. "Never done that actually."

"You wanna try it?" OK, bad Brian Powers was out in full force that night.

He nodded and scooted over. The House Rules forbade doing anything in the common area, but maybe kissing was allowed. Either way, John Harris was giving me one of his amazing kisses and I was responding in turn. I ran my hand up his tree-trunk thigh, stopping myself before I went any higher.

"My room, buddy?" he asked.

I nodded.

John stood up, that thick meat of his now chubbed in his shorts as he grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. My dick was even more fully hard, improbably.

It was a classic John Harris fuck. Missionary, lots of kissing, lots of power to his thrusts. Slow, then hard. His thick dick pounding my p-spot to a hard orgasm before he let loose with his.

Only this time I got the invitation to sleep in his bed for the night.

We lay quietly and just held hands. It was weird, but right.

"John, is this messed up?" I asked.

"I don't think so, Brian, but you gotta listen to your own heart." He squeezed my hand gently. "You know I'll respect whatever you decided with us. But... well, I've enjoyed the hell out of this so far."

"Yeah?"

"You brought me out of my shell. More than you know." His voice got that shy quietness now. "Each time I'm... in you.. I just feel lucky that a guy like you would be into me."

I leaned up and looked at him. It was crazy he didn't realize how fully hot he was. I knew some of his lingering body image issues but maybe not the extent. "You have no idea, John," I said. "I try not to make a big deal out of ranking men, but you're my number #2 top I've had. You're incredible."

He smiled big. "Yeah? Is Alex number one?"

I shook my head. "Charlie."

John knew most of that story. "You miss him, Brian?"

I nodded. "I do sometimes. But I don't dwell on it. I gotta figure out when something's real and when it's not."

He seemed to think that over. "Maybe it's not cut and dry. I was with Drew for several years. It was real and it wasn't. Sorry to get sappy on you, Brian."

I squeezed his hand back. "Not at all. I like talking."

He could tell I was sleepy, and he was getting there too. "Ready for bed?"

I nodded. We kissed softly and then turned out the light.

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ladyloveandjustice · 2 days ago

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So I guess the anti-Alfredisms extend to his relationship with Steph for some now, and as someone who carefully catalogued any tiny history Steph had with anyone for my little wiki, it's an excuse to talk about a relationship that doesn't get much screentime or attention, so here I go...

And I'm here to say... they got along fine preboot and liked each other fine.

Steph and Alfred were hilariously pissy to each other when she first met him, there was shittiness on both sides (Alfred was pissy about the betrayal of Tim despite the fact it was not Steph's fault (not being able to yell at Bruce personally was clearly a factor here, poor Steph gets caught in the crossfire again), and Steph did make a pretty dismissive comment that set him off) but they're shown to be definitively caring about each other and getting along by the time she comes back from the dead.

I remembered this because I thought it was cute and eagerly added it to his little character relationship profile on my Steph wiki, It's even by the same person who wrote their first meeting, Chuck Dixon:

They held hands, that's practically a bear hug if you're Alfred. (Robin 174)

I'm guessing the main basis to the idea they don't get along is how he objected to Steph becoming Robin immediately after she applied. Aside from me trying not to judge any character who has the misfortune of being written by Willingham too harshly, the objections basically centered around 1. why are you replacing Tim so quickly? and with his own girlfriend? 2. You said she wasn't suitable for the field why are you changing your mind 3. PLEASE tell me you're not doing this to manipulate Tim into coming back. Which Bruce notably did not respond to. Implying he was indeed doing it to manipulate Tim. Because he was currently also in the throes of the misfortune of being written by Willingham.

It seemed more out of concern for Bruce's sudden attitude shift, concern for Tim, and even concern for the possibility of her being used, than anything against Steph personally, and considering how down on Steph everyone else was all the time too, it doesn't really stick out as unusual.

There were solid signs he cared about Steph before this too that Willingham likely didn't know about, he was pretty kind to her when Bruce fired her the first time. Though his internal reaction with Bruce told him was "ooookaaay one less child to worry about after curfew, I guess probably it'll work out for the best?" he did immediately call Tim and tell him Steph needed comforting, which was nice:

(Gotham Knighs #37)

Then an issue later (38), he talked to Bruce about it further and actually challenged him on his reasoning for firing her, pointing out he was being a huge hypocrite:

Bruce's reasoning here is incredible. "Look Alfred I just decided I can't keep up with everyone's names so one of them had to go, Stephanie's who i chose, get off my ass"

He was also crying post War Games when Dick woke up, and the implication was it was due to Steph's death. He further lamented it in another issue.

So like. idk. It honestly doesn't add much to either of their characters for them to have beef with each other, and there's not much evidence or basis for it in the comics exactly like with Jason, and much more definitive evidence that their relationship evolved into one of mutual respect and care (she also confided in him about her worries about Tim in Nicieza's Robin run, etc) by the time she was back from the dead. Notably, he stuck up for her in Bruce Wayne The Road Home: Batgirl too.

He's obviously always going to be closer to the other Robins and Cass than her, since she isn't a part of the Wayne family, and he spends more time with them. I think there's evidence he might show some favoritism towards Tim in conflicts involving them both for this reason as well, as both times he's not been great about her, concern for Tim's feelings seem to be a motivator. He's VERY attached to Tim.

(Notably this does not mean he doesn't generally support their relationship. See the above where he gave Tim a heads up, I also recall him teasing Tim about her in the early days, he was the first one who called that Tim liked her, actually, before even Tim himself admitted it)

I could see these biases feeding Steph's insecurities in an interesting way, but that's about the extent of it.

In general "this character made exactly one or two mean comments about a character I like so they hate them and I hate this character..." it's not a new attitude, but it's one that has stuck out to me as more prevalent in comics fandom these days my brief return. It seems weird to have that take for comics where there's multiple writers, so you really have to go with patterns of behavior that stick. Alfred being caring towards or sticking up for Steph in some way is significantly more of a pattern than being rude about her. They've had a sweet moment or two!

It's also the difference between "this character can have flaws"--Alfred might show favoritism towards Tim sometimes or have a bad moment--and like. he's bad and cruel and he and Steph have a bad relationship. One is interesting to me and the other isn't.

#stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #robin #the spoiler #batgirl #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #batfamily #like as far as being mean to stephanie brown goes. Alfred is very low on the scale. Tim has been MUCH nastier and he loves her.

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timeslipcamp · 3 days ago

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thoughts on episode seven

this one's gonna take a little longer to get done probably seeing as i'm also working on getting the episodes written out lmao

but welcome to the house of medical malpractice!! mortkranken is SO fun and i'm so happy to finally be rereading this. jiro is the funniest ghoul and i STAND BY THAT.

vague spoilers through ep 17

how come the episode opens up with alan seeing something horrific again huh. hasn't he been through enough??? i do love seeing lyca adjust. i'm writing this right after ep 18 came out so comparing where he started with where he is now......i'm so proud i love him so much

I LOVE SHO god i love him he's such a good dude i love when he pops up in episodes

also a huge fan of when mc randomly has super dark thoughts. "guess i'll be the one bringing hell in here" girl relax romeo blew up the front hall the first day you met him

oh my god wait am i stupid

the one eyed sleeping beauty murder victim was a kid from ultio. how did i miss that!!!! well that solves like three things for me

also in ep 18 they said clementia and ultio were constantly at each others throats (kinda poetic given the gods theyre named after) so now im leaning more towards

no i shant say

anyways

look how pretty yuri looks here

mortkrankens whole deal is so fun i love these guys. jiro confirmed #stinky he doesn't shower. someone help him PLEASE. "girl learns shocking truth about monster" yeah why is he worried about other people washing their hands when he doesnt shower!!!

yuri always looks so smug when he says jiro can't survive without him i love it.

when i tell you this is my favorite part in the whole chapter I MEAN IT i was WAITING for someone to correct that!!!! i love yuri

his beef with frostheim is so interesting, esp as it gets revealed he used to be in that house and the betrayal and GOD in ep 14 or whatever it was when those frostheim students made him cry--

i love yuri. i wanna know more about his breakup and the betrayal soooo bad. hes so babygirl to me

"Oooh, is Yuri making a stink again? Is it about Jin?" HYDE PLEASE HOW DID I MISS THAT LINE THE FIRST TIME god im so happy im rereading this, clearly i didn't remember ANYTHING from when i was blasting through these episodes

"no this report was thoroughly checked. you should talk to alan though" dante is so funny

time to go talk to chicken pocket alan!! my fav guy love u bb. leo thank you for being useful and not overly mean. also when yuri said jiro is experiencing cyanosis that means his skin is turning blue :) totally normal super fine dont even wooooorry about it

dude i can't even blame those frostheim students for being freaked out by zenji's doll because i would too lmao. normally it's on sight with frostheim but they can have this one

WHY IS TOHMA BEING SO PETTY TO HAKU he knows something. he knows. he knows he's the traitor. i know tohma is shady recreationally but LISTEN TO HIM ugh. anyways. wait why did zenji have a solo "..." panel what does he know about the jinyuri breakup

rui is absolutely killing me right now. tohma's here accusing jiro and generally being shady and rui's like hey :) alibi :) also fuck you :) loveubye! :) god this is so funny. i love the vice captains

zenji: haha unfortunately i died!!

god i love this game

yuri jumping immediately to "illegal human experiments" is so funny. who was it that said nicolas was running weird anomalous experiments? was that a wickhive thing? i feel like someone else made a weird comment too, maybe its later this chapter

EDIT: yes it was wickhive ep 2 ch 9

"you're better off not being aware of it" in regards to the tunnel under campus, ok jiro interesting. that's definitely never going to come up again ever.

dude thinking about the concept of being allergic to demons is so funny. you can't survive the pact because you're allergic. like how almost everyone is allergic to poison ivy but there's a few people that aren't. that's such a funny way to look at it i love yuri.

you know, maybe darkwick instigated the time loop to keep mc trapped there to "protect the world" or whatever. hm. also love that jiro called the kudan goat-like when they're typically bovine based. close enough i guess lol

i do want to clarify something because i've seen people talking about it lately - typically when i'm talking about "darkwick did this etc" i'm usually referring to darkwick as an extension of the institute. the institute is the big company/organization/whatever that controls all the different schools and research facilities and companies that do clean up etc etc so on and so forth. when i say darkwick did something, i usually mean darkwick is acting on institute orders or following guidelines that the institute has set in place for situations like these or whatever.

that being said, i do think there's people on darkwick's staff specifically that either are pro institute or acting on their own agenda. usually when i'm referring to the faculty that's what i'm talking about. it's probably such a complex web of where loyalties lie and who answers to who and what all they do that i'm sure we'll find out later which teachers are on our side (if the main antagonists do end up being the institute beyond darkwick). also i'm still not totally convinced that there aren't demons involved in the institute lmao

anyways back to mortkranken and ep 7

"futuristic interior" beam me up scotty

i'll never get tired of yuri's beef with darkwick general lmao. nicolas is like oh great i can show you around! and yuri IMMEDIATELY starts pouting. hes so funny dude.

i love when they do goofy shit with the sprites like this lmao. especially haru when they make him fucking fly around the screen, like in ep 17 during the paintball fight. i was cracking up

the theory about the tree being connected to the ghouls is so interesting. this is where towa points out the yellow one is brighter, and we had just seen a couple chapters back where leo and alan were working together. like the whole island is an anomaly, so i guess it makes sense it'd have a 'heart' you know? and it's heart is in tune with the ghouls, and them getting along makes the heart healthier. i wonder what the tree looked like before the clash. i hope we get to see it.

omg this is the start of ramen buddies!!! ren was probably like "this is the only normal guy on this campus" and ritsu said "yes dont worry i only charge this much for personal ventures" and history was made. they're so fun i love them

how do you think benkei feels about his manager being a cat

this is genuinely one of my favorite lines in this game lmao i've put it in both presentations i did it kills me every time

yuri and jiro's dynamic is one of my favorites. yuri continuously defends himself and makes excuses even though it's so clear that jiro just doesn't care lol. he just accepts yuri as is and lets him go on and i can see why yuri's so attached to him after all the bs with frostheim. they're in love your honor i'm just stating the facts

jiro killing that guy on reflex is so wild to me, like no wonder that vagastrom kid said at the beginning that he was getting people left and right lmao. i know he said somewhere that his memories around then are hazy so it wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't in total control and was just acting on instinct. so wild. i know i say this every five minutes but i want more clash info ugh

professor nicolas being at fault for the dionysia outbreak is interesting. do we think he let them escape on purpose? or is the chancellor even referring to the escape? was there an anomalous illness outbreak? that would make more sense why nicolas was in charge then. anyone else remember what anomaly was stated to have the potential to spread like wildfire? 👀

(it was the kyklos, in episode 14. the conversation takes place in chapter 15, but chapters 12 through 17 are fairly interesting regarding that whole subject.)

besides that why is moby trying so hard to get nicolas in trouble lmao. nicolas is on our side ive said it before and ill say it again nicolas has our backs when it counts. WHAT PRIOR HISTORY?? what has nicolas done??

every time jiro laughs an angel gets its wings. even if theres dead bodies making us scream every time.

yuri stigma reveal! super nerd! jimmy neutron brain blast!! love that he tried to stop this kid by explaining that his treatment plan wasn't done yet lmao like yes yuri that will stop this student who is clearly not making desperate decisions 😂 jiro unbothered king

love that they had an emergency broadcast about this anomaly and no other ghoul showed up to help lmao the storytelling in this game is top tier its so funny to me. the ghouls were like nah not my problem let mortkranken handle it this episode

"anyone who helps will be handsomly rewarded with hazard pay!!" did you learn that from jin, yuri? jw. asking for a friend

"this is really gross but i cant think about that right now!" mc youre the realest bitch on this campus. shoutout to the mortkranken students for stepping up dude even if it was just for hazard pay lmao

i genuinely don't think enough can be said for mc's empathy. i love seeing posts about her kindness because that's literally what the point of the story is. especially when she makes a point to say "i don't agree with it but i understand" or "that could have been me" or "just because they're ghouls/anomalies doesn't mean they should die." what if she cared so much she changed the narrative!! what if she loved so hard it changed everything!! what if being nice saves the day!! i love mc that's MY WIFE

wait did it seriously take until episode seven before we finally captured an anomaly lmaooooo mortkranken ON TOP

also i believe this is the first mention of the "other mermaid" that is currently in the institute's care. institute, not darkwick. so could be on campus somewhere, could be somewhere else. also it's a he :) i hope he's hot. it's definitely implied in the following chapters that haru knows him personally so that's super fun! love a connection. haru is so tied in to whatever happened last year i can't wait to get more info

haru coming to help her talk to hyde was also really sweet. love the ghouls supporting mc it's always so nice. speaking of though WDYM A SINGLE NO hyde you know these dudes you are asking for a miracle smhhhh he knew exactly what he was doing. that being said i do think this assembly shows the major players in the plot here. jin taiga and ed are huge influences on the story (jin and taiga are the main featured ghouls in promo, excluding the alan body morph one lmao) and ed has some insane powers and has the hood up in the main pics. aside from marketing theyre some of the strongest ghouls arguably, and i think it was purposeful that those three were the ones who spoke up majorly during the assembly. we have ed stirring up drama and causing problems, taiga fighting back and saying no, and jin saving the day. are those not their major roles in the story so far?

also jin telling taiga to sit down and shut up was the hottest thing in this game so far

i also completely forgot this is where we found out they were brothers lmao i had like. a sneaking suspicion they were (i mean just look at them) and i was SO PUMPED that i was right

ed saying "reintroduce himself", like anyone would forget who he was. and then he doesn't even say his name lmao. kyklos name drop also happens here! i think it's interesting that ed was the one who said not to press darkwick for answers and then he goes and does this. the chancellor replying "how do you...!" definitely makes me think he knew exactly what it was, especially after rereading the prologue for transcriptions. (those ones are getting posted end of july i believe) they knew exactly what it was and what was going to happen from the beginning. nicolas says the institute knows it's a transformation causing anomaly but says that's all they know, idk if i buy that. i believe that nicolas believes that, but something still smells fishy.

iiiinnnnnnteresting.

hot janitor appearance! romeo and hyde meeting! call to sho for a special mission! towa and the tree! this episode truly has it all

honestly a ton of super minor lore drops happen here, i feel like mortkranken episodes are always the ones with character development and the most varied guest appearances. they're so fun jiro and yuri are so funny

starting on the next episode read through now! given that this last one took me like a week and a half it'll probably take that long again lmao. episode transcriptions on @tokyodescriber are coming out every monday for now and by mid july will be coming out twice a week! i'm still not done with the prologue lmao this game takes forever to type up

ask box and dms are always open! see you in episode 8 with sinostra again!!

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #theories #episode summaries #mortkranken #jiro kirisaki #yuri isami #this took so long to do smh #apparently i started writing this on june 26th fml

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