#and without getting rid of all his choices

[arcade-confetti]

Talia saying Jason with 24 hours and a survival kit, fresh from the pit, couldn't be tracked by Ra's is interesting

And oopsies I liveblogged all of lost days in the tags of this post

[sysig]

Justify away (Patreon)

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

@fictionalcreator

Currently rereading the novel for my fic and my god, Cale really do be the little shit type. Man's out here spouting bullshit left and right. He thinks he's scamming other people but he's running the biggest scam on himself??

Like what do you mean you're scamming the Jungle by putting out their fire in exchange for land? That's called employment?? What sort of job did you do before?

What do you mean you're gonna use On and Hong, and force Choi Han to pay for his meals? You're gonna scam Eruhaben, or put Raon to work? Saved Hannah and Jack, using them to topple the Empire? They already wanted to do that, dumbass. You give these people food, a house, affection and mental stability, and you think you're scamming them?

Man's biggest scam is deluding himself.

The funniest thing is reading about how at one point, Adin considers the two of them to be alike. Meanwhile, Cale's out here kicking ass and taking names with the power of friendship.

[lymtw]

Toji and his shy girl cuddle fucking WHO SAID THAT

A/N: EEHEE I heard it too 🤭 Even if the echo took a while to reach me 😔 No, but really, I loved this! It's been a while since i've written out a request 😅 I'm excited to start trying some of these, again :)

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and His Shy Girl

"Hey, you," Toji says, grinning like a menace at the way your body minimally jolts, like he scared you. "You don't like me or something?"

You turn to look at him, a barely there crease between your brows. "What? I do. What do you mean?"

"I mean, why don't you wanna be with me? You're sitting on your own island over there, while i'm over here... all alone... feeling like chopped liver."

He's cute, you think. Playfully dramatic enough to make you giggle. It's always nice to know he wants you around, too, when you keep your distance to give him that choice.

"I just thought you would want some space, is all," you explain. "This is a pretty long movie, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Would sitting with me make you uncomfortable?" Toji asks.

"No," you respond, though the thought of sitting next to him or on him, has your heart rate picking up. Most of the time, Toji wants it to be the latter, and when this happens, it feels like he's peeking at your soul. You feel like every nerve in your body is tingling and like your skeleton is buzzing. You know he can sense your nervousness, most of the time, and yet he doesn't take it easy on you. His patience, his charm, and his irresistible way of trying to seduce you—none of it ever gets easier to withstand without you feeling flustered.

"You're comfortable, I'm comfortable. We're both comfortable, so, come closer, sweetheart." He sees hesitance flash through your features, before you finally give in and start inching closer.

"Come on. Closer, baby," Toji instructs, watching as you continue to inch towards him. "Look at all this space. Get rid of it."

He chuckles at the properness of your folded hands in your lap, when you sit on the edge of the couch cushion, in front of his legs. "You're gonna stop there and keep watching the movie all uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," you say, smiling at him before facing forward, again. You can feel him staring at you as you try to focus on the movie. His hand goes to your thigh, an act that has your heart beating rapidly in your chest, close to being heard in your ears. He tugs at your sweatpants, earning your attention.

"I'll spell it out for you, doll. I want you here, lying right in front of me. Wanna cuddle with you and shit." You return your gaze to the screen and though anybody would think that it's rude, because it seems like you're ignoring him, Toji knows what it means. He knows it's hard for you to hold eye contact with him, sometimes, and that you looking away gives you time to collect your thoughts and prepare what you want to respond with.

"But you won't be able to see the movie," you say, as a last ditch effort to let him enjoy the movie without obstructing his view and invading his personal space.

"We'll make it work. Just come here. Please?" He pats the spot in front of him, directing you to lie right where he wants you.

"Okay," you say, more to yourself than to him. You scoot down a little more, before lying down on your side, on the exact spot he said he was wanted you. In an instant, you're swallowed up by him. He pulls you in so that you're pressed up against him, his leg overlaps yours, and his face goes straight for your neck.

"T-Toji, I know you can't see the movie. I can go back, if you want."

"Mm-mm. Nope. It's all good. Got what I need," he assures, low against your neck, a hand planted on your stomach. "Pretty baby," he murmurs, pressing kisses onto your skin. "You smell so fucking good."

You feel like some sort of soothing toy for him, with the way any time you sit with him, you end up stealing his focus and withstanding the way he mouths at your skin and runs his hands all over you.

"You comfortable? Have enough space?" He asks, kissing your earlobe. You nod in response and he hums, a click of his tongue and a couple pats to your stomach, expressing his disapproval of the nonverbal confirmation. "Say it, baby. Yes or no?"

"Sorry. Yes, i'm comfortable," you confirm, in a manner more to his liking.

"Mm... you're so good to me, doll," Toji praises, adding a kiss to the appreciation.

He understands that sometimes it's difficult for you to say things out loud and you'll dismiss your own discomfort for the sake of not having to verbalize what is bothering you. It's why he's so adamant on hearing you talk, over seeing you nod or shake your head in response to things. He's working on this with you. He's heard 'sorry' so many times, now, and each time, he rejects your apology, deeming it unnecessary, because he knows you're trying.

Things are still for a few moments. You get fully comfortable, lying there on the couch, with Toji spooning you, and manage to refocus on the movie. His hand goes under your shirt, meeting the warmth of your skin. It's a gesture that disturbs the calmness of your heart, as well as your focus on the TV, again.

"This okay?" He asks, caressing your stomach, occasionally pinching it, gently.

"Mhm," you hum, in response, before pretending to pay attention to the movie. You're too distracted by the dragging of his fingertips and the goosebumps he lures onto your skin. You're sure he can feel them, too, because his hand starts wandering higher up your torso, like he wants to get more reactions from you. You shift minimally when his fingers slide beneath the elastic band of your sports bra, grazing the bottom part of your breast.

"Still comfortable?" Toji asks, keeping his hand still until he receives a response from you.

"Yeah... you're okay," you assure, once again, resting your hand on his forearm. Your breath hitches when his fingertips brush against your nipple. Toji grins at the involuntarily squeeze you offered his arm, finding amusement in the way your body reacts to his touch.

Toji chuckles, lowly, at all your sudden fidgeting. "Does that feel good, mama? Want me to keep going?" He asks, planting a kiss on your shoulder. You're not stopping him. If anything, he can feel you gently pushing his arm so that his entire hand goes up your bra. "It's alright. You can tell me," he says, encouraging you to respond.

"It feels good. Please..." Your soft voice halts, a shuddered exhale released through your nose.

"Mhm, give me more. Please, what?" He says, baiting a more elaborate response from you. "Just saying 'please' doesn't tell me what you need, pretty."

"Please... keep touching me." You cringe, internally, the second the words come out. You don't even realize how proud Toji is or get to indulge in the praise he offers, because you're too busy overthinking what you just said.

"That was perfect," Toji murmurs, scattering light kisses onto your neck. His enormous hand stretches your bra, and grabs ahold of your breast. "I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart. Anything. The trick is... you gotta ask for it."

That alone is enough to teach you another lesson on not always being able to get what you want. It's not always so easy for you to ask Toji for things. He's seen you get frustrated, because of this. It happens, even if your frustration is never loud and you don't raise your voice or throw a tantrum. It's quite the opposite. Too many questions to your initial request, results in you shaking your head, as if to say, 'never mind. I'll do it myself'. Having to repeat yourself too many times, gets a similar result. Even in times when he's just asking you to describe something more, you lose patience with yourself and your inability to communicate what you need, efficiently, and essentially give up on explaining it to him, doing it yourself, instead.

It's times like these that really help you out in that aspect. You want something that you can make yourself feel, but receiving it from Toji makes it so much better, because of the element of surprise. You give him access to your entire body and he gives you everything you could ever want in terms of pleasure. You never know where he's going to touch you and what he's going to touch you with.

"You understand?" Toji asks, seeking comprehension from you. A small whimper interrupts the silence of an expected response. "I know. Tell me," he encourages.

Your grip on his arm gets tighter and more of your restrained soft sounds reach his ears as he keeps rolling your stiffened peak between his fingers. You gasp when he shifts his attention to your other breast and writhe in his arms. "Y-Yes—please—yes, Toji. I understand."

"Sensitive thing." He chuckles. "Look at that little arch. Bet you're soaked, already, huh?"

"Oh... god, i'm sorry," you mumble, relaxing your back against him, again. You feel like you could implode with how much attention you're being given. You just want to shrink and hide under the couch, and just watch the rest of the movie from there.

"You're fine, doll. I know the slightest touch does a lot to you," he says, brushing over your nipple, knowing that your reaction will emphasize his point. "You nervous?"

You groan in response to the question and turn your head so that your face is planted in the pillow, earning another deep chuckle from Toji.

"I'm not gonna eat you, mama," he jokes, grinning at the way your body trembles with contained amusement. "I mean... I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it before. You're sweeter than any candy or cookie—even cake. You're sweeter than all of it, but I need you here with me, so I can't... I won't eat you, alright?" His method of getting you to lighten up worked enough to lure giggles from you. "Yeah, there you go. Relax. Just wanna love on you," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Wanna make you feel good. You want that, gorgeous?"

Throughout your time with Toji, you've learned that he's a very hands on man. He's constantly seeking your warmth and softness, because physical touch is his love language and he'll put in the work to get you to comfortably connect with him that way, too. You find that sometimes when you're lying in his bed, ready for the sleep part of sleeping over, he'll stick his head up your shirt and just fall asleep like that on your chest. It's easy for him to relax when he can hear your heart wildly beating in your chest. Sometimes, randomly, when you're just sitting next to him, he'll pick you up and set you down on him, just to watch you get flustered when he starts talking to you within such a close proximity. He loves the way you scramble to escape his sight, always ending up with your face buried in his neck.

"Aw, don't go all quiet on me, now, pretty. You know better. Say what's on your mind." His hand slides out of your bra and goes back down to your stomach, the roughness of his palm rubbing your soft skin. You don't like making him beg for you. He's patient enough with your nervous tendencies, you know he doesn't deserve it.

"I want you, Toji," you say, softly. It's a huge contrast to the hammering going on in your chest and the annoying rhythm in your ears.

"Yeah? Keep fucking going, baby. How do you want me?"

"Please," you mumble, reverting back to the familiarity of simplicity.

"No, not like that. Give me a little more," Toji clarifies.

"I... I want you to touch me... and make me feel good. Want you to feel good, too."

You feel and hear the rumble of his laugh behind you, a sound that makes your fingertips tingle and your stomach erupt with butterflies all over again.

"You precious angel. You want me to fuck you?"

You don't know how long you can last with your heart beating so fast. It's a miracle that it hasn't exploded, with how it's almost always racing when you're around Toji.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you nod, and offer a soft, yet, clear, "yes, please," giving Toji the consenting words he's been listening closely for.

"Alright, ma. You just focus on the rest of the movie and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

"Mhm," you hum, in response. You pull on the drawstring of your pajama bottoms and begin pulling them down with one hand. Toji watches with a sly smirk on his face as he feels you shift around, more of your skin coming into view. This is your effort. This is what makes him love you so damn much. You try for him. He knows your heart is probably in shambles, as you kick the article off and wait for what's to come, but you're showing him that you want this, and that means beyond everything to him.

"You're so perfect, my girl," he says, pressing kisses to your ear. "So, so perfect..." he trails off when his fingers meet the wetness of your panties. He was right. You're utterly soaked. His hand dips into your underwear, instantly greeted by your warmth as he keeps digging. Two fingers drag through your slit, back and forth, for just long enough to have you fidgeting as he collects a sample of your sweetness. Once your thighs attempt to shut around his hand, craving more, he pulls it out and admires the glossy coating on his fingers. Without hesitation, he brings the digits into his mouth, a low hum of satisfaction leaving him as he licks them clean. His cock is throbbing in his pants, straining mercilessly against his boxers as he savors the aftertaste of you on his tongue.

"Straight up fucking sugar," Toji murmurs, as he hastily starts pulling down his own pants, ready to get a feel of what he just tasted. There's a breathiness in his voice, urgency that you can't process, because you can barely believe he sounds that way after tasting you. Then you feel it—the monster he packs, pressing against you.

"I'm all hard, just for you, pretty," he murmurs in your ear, as he starts grinding his bulge against your ass. "Feel that?" He groans. "It's all for you. All yours." He plants a kiss on your neck and halts the movement of his hips against you. His hand returns beneath your shirt, a slow drag up your abdomen, towards your chest. His fingers dip beneath the elastic once more and splay over your breast, squeezing. He can feel the stutter in your chest as he feels up the entirety of it. You keep fidgeting against him, and he recognizes this as your way of saying you need more.

"You ready for me?" He asks, still toying with your stiffened, sensitive peaks.

"Ready," you respond, maintaining your voice as steady and clear as possible. You squeeze his hand through your shirt for deeper assurance.

Toji smiles softly at your little gesture and pulls his hand out of your shirt. Just as he did when he was directing his touch towards your chest, he follows the same path down, tracing your curves until his hand makes it way between your legs. He moves the gusset of your underwear aside, an act that has you shaking your foot against the couch cushion.

"Relax, sweet girl," Toji hums, a low chuckle following. He lowers his boxers enough to pull his throbbing, drooling cock out and smears the precum that beads on his tip all over his length. Once it's all covered he guides his tip to the warm, slick ridden space between your legs. After running it through your slit a few times, to hear the squelching sounds and your little whimpers when he catches your clit, he slowly starts sinking into you.

"There, baby," Toji murmurs. His warm palm rubs the softness of your stomach and he scatters wet little kisses on your shoulder and your neck, all while he continues feeding your cunt his inches. "You're so fucking cute," he coos, listening closely to the sound of your little whimpers and gasps. "Fuck..." he groans, once his hips are flush against you. He can feel the way you clench and flutter around his pulsing cock, making the fit even more snug for seconds at a time.

"All good, little lady?" He asks, pinching your goosebump covered stomach.

"Mhm," you hum, a chime of your giggle following.

Toji's hold on you is secure. He has you. Warm and gentle caresses and brushes of his fingers on your skin prove it, along with the way he languidly grinds his hips against you, as if to remind you that you're connected in the most physically intimate way. It's not like you could ignore it, anyway. You feel all of him. His warmth, his strength, his company. It's impossible to ignore Toji.

"This movie's pretty boring, huh?" He asks, not even paying attention to what's going on, like he hasn't been since you crawled into his arms.

"You're not even watching," you reason, smiling at the kisses he presses to your ear.

"Got a reaaally good distraction right in front of me." He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "So warm and pretty and mmm... Can't focus on anything else," he purrs.

"It's okay. You can choose the next... the next one, too..." you gasp at the slow thrusts he offers. With every roll of his hips, his cock slides out just about halfway before sheathing back into the velvety warmth of your walls.

"I don't want to watch TV, anymore. Wanna watch you," he murmurs, monitoring your reactions to his movement. Every twitch, every shift of your legs against his. It's adorable, the way you push your face just a little bit more into the pillow when he tries to get a peek at you.

"Like that, baby?" He murmurs, a deep groan following. "Mhm? Yeah, I know," he says, like he's responding to your moan.

"Toji," you hum out, an unintentional amount of sultriness dripping off his name.

"Fucking- god, you sound so pretty, mama. Let me hear that again. Do it again."

His hips pick up the pace a little, just enough to coax more of those melodic sounds of yours. His hand dips lower, proceeding down the front of your underwear, his thick fingers gliding down towards your slippery clit. It doesn't take much of this electric addition to your pleasure to have you squirming and writhing against him. It's hard not to want to squish his hand between your thighs.

You whimper, a slight arch curving your back. Your clammy, shaky hands grip onto the couch cushion beneath you, your knuckles protruding from the force you put into your hold. You think he's on the brink of devouring you—absorbing you— with how he's holding you like you'll teleport into space if he lets go for a second.

"Say my name," he says, calmly, directly in your ear. "Call for me, sweetheart. Who's touching you? Who's making you feel like this?"

"T-Toji," you obediently pronounce, meekly, yet, to the man's utmost satisfaction.

"Again—fuck, baby—again," he groans, speeding up his fingers on your clit. He knows the motions spiked your pleasure because of how your body tensed up against him.

Sloppy kisses are pressed to your nape, as well as the side of your neck, where you know fully well that he must have left a plethora of marks already. You can hear the consistent sharp breaths he releases through his nose as he begins to desperately roll his hips into you, chasing what's coming up on him ridiculously fast. He's not aggressive—not entirely soft—but there's just enough movement to where you can hear a slight creak in the couch.

"Toji," you croon, softly. "T-Toji, Toji," you repeat, a high pitched whimper ending your little chain of his name.

"Oh, you're so fucking sweet, doll. So fucking sweet..." he mutters, his voice deep enough to make goosebumps spread anew, all over you. He hums at the feeling of your cunt erratically clenching around him. It's a tell tale sign—along with the frequency of your precious little sounds—of how you're right there, about to cum all over his twitching cock.

Toji loves how flustered you get when he has you tell him that you're about to cum, but he also loves the abruptness that comes with you being so overwhelmed by his touch and how he handles you, that for a few seconds you tense up and release all the sounds that bubble up in your chest, caving to the relentless amount of pleasure you feel without a warning.

"You're my pretty girl," Toji says, lowly, grinning when that's all it takes for you to gasp and arch off his front. Your body trembles and your thighs squeeze around his hand when his fingers continue to rub your clit. His tip just continues to prod at the sensitive spot within you, further intensify the sensation coursing through you. You're aware of how your moans have gotten louder and attempt to muffle them with the pillow, but your breathy little cries can be heard, regardless.

They spur on Toji's own release. His hand comes out of your underwear to avoid overstimulating you and glides up your abdomen, aiming towards your chest. He grabs ahold of one of your breasts, his hand smothering the entire thing as he squeezes and kneads it. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, his thrusts more punctuated, and a little faster in pace. The creaking of the couch is more frequent, as are his groans in your ear. His hold on you is tight. With his forearm having brought you back as close as you can be to him, you're locked in. With a few more thrusts, into your dripping wet warmth, he's spilling his load into you, breathy, deep voiced expletives tumbling off his lips as smears your gooey walls with all the warm, creamy substance.

"F-Fuck..." he groans, slowing the roll of his hips to a languid grind. "I got you," he says, chuckling at the gasp you let out from being filled even more. He drags unfocused, wet kisses over your shoulder and stills his hips entirely with a heavy breath. "Got you, mama." He loosens his hold on you, allowing you to breathe and move a little more freely. "Good?"

"Mhm. Good," you assure.

"Good. Gimme a kiss," he requests, smirking at the sound of your tittering. "What? You laughing at me 'cause I want a little smooch?"

"No," you say, through soft, but, more audible giggling.

"You promise?" He says, grinning at the slight tremble of your shoulders as your twinkles of laughter continue. "I'll let it slide, just this once. Now, give me a kiss, baby."

With a smile lingering on your face—the aftermath of your short giggle fit—you lie back a little and crane your neck as much as you comfortably can. Toji leans in the rest of the way and presses his lips to your sweet, lip balm layered ones, brushing them over and over as if he's parched and you're a glass of water. Both of your bodies react to the spark of desire reigniting through the gentle gesture. You can feel him throbbing inside you, while he can feel you clenching around him. His hand pawing at your chest makes butterflies swarm in your stomach and fuels the fluttering going on below.

You hear the dramatic background music of the movie's end credits and break the kiss, facing forward. You realize now that you paid just as much attention as he did—almost none—even when you agreed to keep watching as he touched you.

"Play another boring one," Toji says, behind you, already nipping at your ear, because your attention isn't solely on him anymore.

"But you won't watch it," you say, shuddering at the chill that runs down your spine, when you feel his lips behind your ear.

"That's the point."

[gay-dorito-dust]

saja boys flirting with manager!reader that just does not give a shit and only focuses on their job ?

‘Do you wanna touch my abs?’ Abby said as you were taking to social media to gauge the reactions of Saja Boy’s latest album, thankfully and expectedly the reactions were overwhelmingly positive, a job well done you guessed but it didn’t take much to gain traction when your grouped with conventionally attractive men with voices of angels.

‘I know you secretly do-‘

‘I don’t actually.’ You cut him off with a sharp, tight smile, hoping to be the point across that you were working and didn’t want to be bothered by senseless and meaningless flirting, it was unprofessional and you worked hard enough to get where you were without the unwanted flirting. ‘Besides don’t you have prentice that you should be at right now, we’ve got a video to put out after all.’ You add as you walked away from him, head firmly in your phone where you kept all your schedules and important information to keep this group within the public eye.

Abby only pouts as you walked away, crossing his arms. ‘Everything that breaths wants to touch my abs.’ He tells himself before going to practice like you said, you were certainly something if his flexing didn’t have much of an effect over you.

Romance was close as you overuse the meet and greet, so much so that he might as well have been pressed against you, watching you closely in hopes you’d notice and be rid of the furrow in your brows and the clench in your jaw. He even went to reach out and brush a finger against your cheek, only for your hand to come up and grab him by the wrist.

‘I better have something on my face for you to be doing that.’ You told him as your furrowed gaze was now directly on him, not the way that Romance would’ve liked but he’s got your attention regardless, so he guessed he got what he wanted in the end.

Romance smiled. ‘And what if you didn’t?’

You frowned. ‘Then learn to keep your hands to yourself, you’re too touchy and it’s distracting.’ You tell him as you drop his wrist as he leans in close to you, smirking.

‘I distract you huh?’ He says, completely ignoring the rest of what you had just said, much to your dismay as you groaned about how you couldn’t have been Huntrix’s manager instead, at least they wouldn’t be trying to flirt with you every second of every day. You loved the boys, you really did but they seemed to act as though you could be easily swayed as their fans, which wasn’t true, and completely forgetting that you were their manager half of the time.

‘From doing my job.’ You corrected him. ‘Now take that flirtatious energy and aim it towards the fans that are about to burst through those doors yeah?’ You concluded as Romance could only sigh, vowing to try again another time when you least expect it.

Baby happened to be your favourite band member of Saja Boys. He didn’t bother you as much as the rest of them did, kept himself occupied with spicy foods, or watching videos while indulging in some sweets he got from the nearby convenience store.

However that didn’t mean he was scott free from having moments where he would disrupt your day by whatever means he could. And right now he was sitting with his feet kicked up onto your lap, sucking on a lollipop, acting like he had nowhere better to be.

‘Can I help you?’ You asked as you looked over at him.

He pulls the lollipop out of his mouth and replied, ‘nope,’ before putting the lollipop back into his mouth. You looked at him unamused as you push his feet from your lap, only for Baby to put his feet back on your lap, smirking at your clear dislike of your current position. ‘Then why are you not chugging spicy sauce on a talk show or just in general?’ You asked, hating his lack of transparency in favour of being this nonchalant individual.

‘Am I not allowed to hang out with you?’ Baby asked, raising his brow as though you were scrutinising you for his active choice to be here with you then his band mates. ‘Is it truly a sin to be here with my utterly gorgeous manager?’

‘It is when all you’re going to do is flirt with me the entire time and certainly not when I’m working, so yeah it’ll be a no for me.’ You stated as you once again shoved his feet off of your lap and stood up and walked out of the room, tablet in hand.

Jinu came to you after you were bothered by the rest of the group, late in the night as you were finally getting ready for bed, but felt yourself unable to sleep and instead go out on the apartment balcony that over looked the city.

That’s when he comes to stand close by, your elbows touching ever so briefly, but it felt a lot like you were closer than you actually was. ‘Tired?’ He asked as he watched you rub at the dark bags under your eyes and taking in your overall exhausted body language.

‘It’s the price I pay for keeping you guys in the public zeitgeist.’ You replied, eyes remaining on the city and its billboards that you were certain promoting your boys and their newest song. ‘And a price well paid for too, you’re dominating the charts and becoming more and more popular by the day.’ You add as you finally look over at him, only to see him firmly looking at you with a softness that you weren’t sure you saw before, at least as far as you were aware.

‘That’s all in thanks to your hard work, we just look good and sing.’ Jinu says as his eyes shift from you to the city then back to you again, his hands twitching as though he wanted to hold yours but was holding himself back from doing so. ‘You deserve all the praise for getting us where we are. You’re exceptional.’ He concludes.

You puffed your chest in pride, not aware that he may or may not have been flirting with you, instead finally being recognised for all your hard work and dedication to the group and their ever growing popularity. ‘I am exceptional aren’t I?’ You rhetorically asked.

‘Yes you are.’ Jinu replied, watching you as you beam with pride as a smile graced his lips. ‘Charming and charismatic too.’ He piles up the compliments that seemingly went over your head, or were intentionally being dismissed by you as you patted him on the shoulder and said. ‘Welp! We better get some sleep as we’ve got a big day ahead of us to prepare for and I’ve got a schedule to keep and don’t feel like wasting time trying to wake one of you up because you didn’t rest properly.’

And with that you left Jinu on the balcony as you went to bed, switching off your light and everything as Jinu was left wondering if that had just happened.

Mystery hovered over you like an over protective guard dog. He was attentive, silent but ready to start barking at things he thought were intruding on his territory.

He might as well have been sat on your lap at this point when you were gauging what would keep the fans attention, looking on social media if there was anything that they wanted to see from Saja Boys, and keeping tract of the fact that they were to go on a show in a couple of hours where they’d have to eat chicken wings dipped in hot sauce that got gradually hotter while talking about how they came together amongst other things.

Mystery nudged your side to get your attention. Nothing.

He nudged your side again. Nothing, you were glued to your phone.

Mystery huffs and puts himself between you and your phone by shoving his head into your lap, acting like that of an overgrown dog that didn’t understand that he was too old to be sitting on your lap anymore. You huffed this time and looked at him as he looked back at you, small smile upon his lips as his plan ahd worked to his advantage, yet you were only significantly behind on your work and weren't up for any distractions from anyone in the slightest.

'Yes?' you asked, only for Mystery to put your free hand upon his head, his silent plea for you to run your fingers through his hair, unfortunately for him you weren't in the mood to that today as you hated to be off schedule even if it was by a milisecond.

You removed your hand from his head, making him pout at your lack of touch, tilting his head to the side as if to ask what you were doing. 'i can't today i need to get back on schedule, seen as how half of you seemed to have forgotten that you're meant to be on a press tour. we need to be puncutual abovr anything else.' You tell him as your attention is brought back to the tablet.

Mystery didn't like that all that much, hating your lack of attention, snatched the tablet from your hand and ran away with it, much to your dismay as you took our your phone and sighed. 'I swear he acts more dog then anything, love him, but at least i can hopefully get work done now i'm alone.'

Meanwhile poor mystery was waiting for you to come after him like he thought you would for thirty minutes before remembering that you could easily have done your work from a phone or a laptop within your vicinity, he returned the tablet shortly afterwards.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: but of angst, hybrid life is hard, handjob, mating

Whines leave your cat!hybrid bfs throat as you kiss his cheeks and nibble on them lightly. "You're so cute today, my sweet kitty..."

"Not cute..." Ashe murmured, his tongue sticking out contentedly as you nuzzled into him. He smelled like sunshine, and you wanted to bury yourself in his soft fluff.

"And you're being overly affectionate, it's annoying."

He shook out his black fur, huffing as you pulled him back when he tried to squirm away.

The scars littering his back and arms made you pause. When asked, he always clammed up, but you put together he hadn't been treated well before you took him in.

"Hush, you know you love it."

A yelp left his throat when you straddled him, your hips settling over his and rubbing against his hardening bulge. "You're already getting hard."

His fluffy tail began to wag as his cheeks burned. Though Ashe would never admit it, he secretly enjoyed your teasing. “Being mean…”

You kissed his neck as you jerked him off, smiling when he bucked his hips into your hand. His cock twitched in your hand, and with just a few pumps he was already cumming.

You poor kitty was a sensitive thing, and immediately buried his face into your chest after his orgasm. Now that the hybrid lived with you, he didn’t have to worry about fighting to survive. He could be himself and relax while you pampered him.

“Less grumpy now, hmm?”

He looked up at you, his tongue still poking out slightly before he leaned forward to begin grooming you. “Maybe… can I…”

He clutched your shirt, purring a little as he began to knead the soft fabric. “Can I stay right here?”

You smiled fondly, nuzzling your head against his as he purred and bumped his head against yours affectionately. “Yeah, of course.”

Could life truly remain so peaceful?

Some days he struggled with touch. It was almost painful for him, and it hurt your heart when he’d pull away from you in fear.

You never held that against him, though. You knew it wasn’t you he was afraid of, it was people in general.

A world that treats hybrids like objects is a world that isn’t safe for them. He was considered a pest, a stray cat hybrid without an owner, just one of many such cases.

If you hadn’t been able to save him, you were sure he’d still be on that street corner, about ready to offer his body so he’d get to eat a fresh meal for once. It was pure luck you were able to help him before he resorted to that.

Would he have chosen to come with you given an actual choice? Not between starving and life, that wasn’t a real choice.

If you two bumped into each other in a cafe, would he still want to be your lover?

“Are you happy here?”

He glanced up at you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and chin resting on your chest. Today, he was clingy again, constantly scent marking you and refusing to leave your side.

“Yes… I’m happy, and I’m safe. It’s all I could really ask for, in a world like this.”

You scratched behind his cat ears, sighing softly. “You don’t have to be with me, you know. If… you decided you wanted to live on your own and never speak to me again, I’d support you.”

You traced the scars on his back, wincing as you counted each one in your head. “I know you can’t stand humans, Ashe. You don’t have to put up with-“

His ears pinned back, and he left your lap, storming off to his room before slamming the door. You were left confused and hurt, cheeks hot from embarrassment.

Ashe had never gotten this angry with you before. Sure, he had been short with you while scared or stressed, but you saw true anger and hurt in his eyes.

“A-Ashe, wait!”

You knocked on his door, hands trembling when he opened it up.

Tears were running down his cheeks, his cat ears flat against his head. “You lied to me! You said I could stay here forever, but now you’re saying these weird things! You’re going to get rid of me, just like everyone else has!”

He wiped away his tears angrily, sniffling. “I thought you loved me… but you’re going to toss me away…”

You pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly. You felt him stiffen, and you began to cry too. “I’m so sorry, Ashe. I promise… that’s not what I meant at all!”

He began to tremble and struggle against you, his tail lashing back and forth. “Don’t do this, don’t lie to me!”

“It isn’t a lie, I do love you! I just…”

You looked up at him, barely able to see his face through the tears clouding your vision. “I didn’t know if you truly loved me too… I wanted you to know you had options, that you are important to me regardless if it’s romantic or not…”

He started to calm down slowly, and reached out to brush away your tears. “Really? You really promise?”

Ashe pulled you into his room, his legs and arms wrapped tightly around you as he groomed your head. “You love me, and I can’t stay forever?”

His tail wrapped around one of your legs, and he scented you frantically.

“Y-yes,” you said, giggling through your tears. “I love you, and you can stay with me forever, I promise.”

His purrs rumbled through his chest, and he began softly moving his hips against yours. After such a tense moment, Ashe wanted to relieve it all with some soft sex.

Ashe moved your panties to the side, biting down on your neck as he positioned himself between your legs. It was moments like this he had to remind himself that you were his mate, that he loved and trusted you.

You hummed softly, letting him thrust into you lazily as the two of you cuddled. He stayed inside of you for a while even after he came, and the next week you could barely get any time to yourself.

Through this, your bond has grown stronger, and Ashe knew that you would never abandon him.

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[joonieskinks]

Simon Riley who truly believes he’s never been happier than with you.

You met through a mutual friend on a night out, and spent the entire time getting to know one another. It was when you asked him out for the next night did he quite literally think about going to buy a ring already.

Simon Riley who never thought he would be the commitment or marriage type. Particularly because of his choice in career, they don’t go hand-in-hand. But for you, he’d do whatever he had to in order to keep you.

Four months later, he was having a talk with Price about time away to plan his wedding because you had said yes.

One year later and he was asking about a formal leave to be there for his pregnant wife and soon-to-be family.

Simon Riley who takes his vows so seriously. That ring on his finger keeps him grounded and is one of the only things that still gives him hope in this life.

He’s the best husband and will do anything for the love of his life. He’s just thankful he got to meet you and has the privilege of being yours.

Simon Riley who doesn’t recover when he finds out you passed unexpectedly while he was away.

He had never considered this could be his life. Never could have even fathomed. A married man still in his prime- now a widower, childless and utterly alone.

Simon Riley who throws himself into his work, who can’t bear a single moment to think about you, his family, the perfect life that could have been.

Blames himself for not being there to love and help you. Puts himself in the line of fire too many times to count. Some of his men thought it was heroic, but for those who really knew him, they knew what he really meant to do.

Simon Riley who still wears his ring, but can’t bring himself to look at it or even touch it. It’s empty and meaningless without you, but he can’t quite seem to get rid of it.

He thought despite all the bad in his life, he had finally found the one good thing to call his own.

Briefly, he did.

But not forever and always.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP idea: The old switcheroo

Based on this ask that got me thinking.

It's not well-known that Mary and John Grayson had identical twins. The reason is that Haly Circus had a strict rule about babies traveling with them. There could only be one at a time.

Jack Haly tried his best, but it had been a long-standing rule of the circus back when his grandfather first started the business, and since he enforced it onto everyone else, he couldn't make exceptions for the Flying Graysons even if the second boy wasn't planned.

There were a lot of reasons for this rule. The first was traveling, which was dangerous for the little ones: illness and unsafe equipment. The second reason they encountered more delays whenever they crossed borders was because people were suspicious of multiple children being moved about.

The last was that Fedrick Haly thought children were a distraction and would not stand for his performers to not be entirely focused on their acts. So the rule went up, and anyone displeased with it was welcome to leave. He later allowed for more than one child as long as the first born had was at least ten years old before the second born was on its way.

The problem was that while a few people did leave, most had been born and raised in Haly's circus and couldn't imagine a world where they weren't part of it. Mary and John were in the second category, so they made a hard choice.

They gave up one of the twins to a lovely couple, Madeline and Jack Fenton, and tried not to think about him. They went as far as to leave themselves off of the boy's birth certification. This was a viewpoint the son they did keep, Dick, did not share.

The minute the circus Strong Man let it slip that he had a brother, Dick had tried tracking him down. He found an ally in Jack Haly himself, who had always hated his grandfather's rule and took him on an "educational" trip to America.

The Graysons didn't suspect anything, and the Fentons were also left in the dark because Jack H. was worried they would try to cause trouble among his people if they found out about Dick.

Danny Fenton, Dick's twin, swore to never tell anyone a thing. In his eyes, he saw it as tearing Dick's life apart when it was their parents who made the choice to get rid of him. He didn't even tell his sister or his best friends. He liked to think that one day, when they were older, the brothers would be able to be seen in public.

In the meantime, they shared secret letters as pen pals and would call each other once a month with the help of Haly. It wasn't much, but they built an unbreakable bond.

Then, the Graysons were killed when they were nine. Dick vanished from the face of the earth for a few months. They lost communication until Dick appeared in Danny's life again one year later. It couldn't have come at a better time because Danny, who was used to Dick not responding without months-long gaps in between, was getting angsty that he hadn't heard from his brother.

Apparently, he was taken in by a billionaire who felt a kinship with him, as someone who also watched their parents die. Dick begs Danny to keep their connection a secret for a bit longer because if Bruce knew he had family, he would ship him off to the Fentons, and Dick would never bring their parent's killer to justice.

But he kept their connection a secret anyway so his brother would not lose a second family. Despite what Dick believed, Danny knew that Bruce Wayne actually saw him as a son and that Dick slowly, over the years, thought of him as a father. Dick would later tell him that Bruce was Batman and he was Robin.

Danny didn't have the heart to tell him that he couldn't care less about Mary and John Grayson. He didn't even care that they were dead past the pain it caused his brother. After all, to Danny, they chose a career over him.

They were nothing but a tragic tale. Strangers in every sense of the world. He never even met them.

Both knew that Gotham needed the dynamic duo, so they kept their mouths shut. Danny later realized how important that was when he was turned into Phantom. He too had a city that needed protection.

One day Dick came to him with a proposal.

"We look exactly alike. Down to the mole on our left butt cheeks! No one would know if we switch places." Dick told him excitablely.

"I don't know Dick. I'm not exactly the best actor in the world." Danny started a little hesitant, but he eventually agreed because Dick worded it as a favor he needed desperately.

Danny would do anything for his twin. So he jumps on a plane and flies to Gotham, slipping into Dick's life quickly. He was trained to know people's names, faces, and even his school schedule, which were a part of Dick's life. There were only two things he wasn't prepared for.

Robin's training and the fact that the twins had very different personalities.

On Danny's first night out as Robin, he fell back on his powers to fight crime. He was lucky that Bruce had left Dick on his own for a month now, after years of arguing, and wasn't present to see Robin blast criminals with green rays. He was smart enough to stick to the shadows when people clearly out of his league were up to something- plus, fighting the bigger threats would expose his identity.

When they met up on a roof, Bruce turned to him with a commanding aura that had Danny standing up straighter.

"Robin, report," Bruce, in his Batman outfit, bit out.

After years of giving his parents oral lab reports, he quickly rattled off, "There were four mugging by the east docks, two break-ins at Old Gotham, and a suspected sighting of Joker at-"

Batman slaps him across the face, cutting Danny off. He gasps, clutching his face. "Ow! What the hell!?"

"You were being hysterical. Not once did you crack a joke or insult me. I think the Joker slipped you something." Bruce tells him seriously, tapping his communicator to let Agent A know they needed medical aid as soon as they arrived at the cave.

"What?" Danny demands

"Oh no. You didn't throw a flying kick at my crutch for that. It's worse than I thought. I'm going to have to sedate you." Danny doesn't have time to dodge or go intangible before Bruce leaps at him with a needle.

The following day, he was informed he would not be out on the field until whatever was in his system was cleaned out. The tests picked up his ectoplasm- but Bruce wasn't aware of what it was. Danny is ecstatic about it, getting comfortable in the house of old money and enjoying the world's finest had to offer.

Bruce was unsure why "Dick" was okay with not going out in the field when his angry determination to fight was the whole reason he became Robin. He also took him to a gala, and when he was telling him that the Robinsons had an enormous chandelier and "Dick" was not allowed to swing on it.

"Why would I want to do that?" Danny scoffs, missing the way Bruce's face paled. He was more worried about how obviously popular Dick was and all the people that were tripping over themselves to speak to him.

It was a nightmare.

In school, Dick was in all the advanced classes. Danny was a little worried until he realized without ghosts to fight and people not bullying him every second of the day (Dick was one of the popular kids!), he actually did really well. He enjoyed learning.

Gotham Academy was challenging and engaging in a way Casper High never was. He would go straight home after class, check in with Alfred or Bruce, and then just relax in one of the Wayne pools or in the video game rooms- they had the latest games and systems!

Bruce looked like he was having an aneurysm whenever Danny politely asked him about his day and thanked him for everything he did.

Thankfully, the two switched back after a week-long stay at Wayne Manor. Danny didn't think he could keep tricking Bruce or Alfred without getting caught.

"Did you enjoy your time with Bruce?" Dick asks him after they switch clothes.

"It was.....something. Your foster dad is weird." He tells him.

"Yeah? Well your dad is way too sentetive. He told me he loves me before bed and every morning at breakfast." Dick scoffs. "I still think he was on drugs."

Danny sighs "Well, at least it's over. I miss Sam and Tucker, though I am not looking forward to seeing Dash again."

"Oh, about that. You're suspended from school." Dick tells him casually. "You hit Dash Baxter with a chair after he and his little group surrounded you to shove you in a locker. Thankfully, the ugly one, Paulina, was recording everything because they liked to laugh at the videos, and you broke her hand when you stole her phone. After getting proof of self-defense, plus several other victims coming forward with the videos, the suspension is all you have. Dash is expelled."

Danny gapes at him as Dick winks. "Thanks for doing me a favor of providing the perfect window to protect my twin. Love you! Bye!"

Dick hops onto the plane before Danny can find any words. When he shows up to school, everyone jumps out of his way, eyeing him like he is one second away from telling Sam and Tucker not to come to school tomorrow.

He forgot that Dick has some.....unresolved anger issues. Every day, he is thankful the Graysons gave him away to a family that may be ghost-obsessed, but at least they knew how to process emotions.

Miles away, Bruce watches Robin launch himself with a scream of rage at a mugger and wonders if his son has developed split-personality disorder.

Years later, he tells everyone that Dick has a second personality called Danny, who occasionally slips in once and while. Everyone treats Danny as his own person, including Justice Leauge and his siblings.

Both twins forgot to come clean about each other even after they turned eighteen. They thought the Waynes figured it out because the Fentons did when Dick switched again a few months after Dash got expelled.

It was the fact Dick laughed when his meal came to life, thinking it hilarious. Jack and Maddie were more than happy to have a second son, incredibly one open to ghost research. He did argue a lot about ghost rights, but it was better than Jazz and Danny, who wanted nothing to do with it.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hey! I just found your blog and I’m now obsessed with the variant marks! If it’s alright to ask, do you have any HC for them??

Invincible Variants x gn! Reader

Warnings: pretty marysue, toxic relationship, angst, mentions of canon-typical violence and death

A/N: heya, love! so glad I infected you with the hype ehehe. since you didn't specify what kind of hc's you wanted I just threw in whatever came to mind. 💌

Omnivincible idolizes his father to an unhealthy degree, but ultimatively if he ever had to decide beween him and you he'd choose the latter.

It was easy for him to get rid of all his friends and allies, hell, even his own mother...but he spared you, unable to imagine a life without you by his side.

He keeps the true nature of your relationship a secret, having convinced the empire that you're merely a slave for his personal entertainment, but he does consider you his legitimate mate. Be ready to get called his 'pet' a lot, but he'd rather have you like this than not at all.

While mostly in denial about all of the obstacles and dangers to this secret affair, he's relentlessly searching for a way to artificially extend your lifespan.

Movincihawk is one of those people who are somehow stupid and smart at the same time. I bet his father never actually made him see a school from the inside, thinking their inferior human knowledge is beneath them. So while he's a capable fighter and strategist, you somehow have to explain the most trivial concepts to this man - and he's absolutely delighted every time, even though he's too distracted by your beauty to actually listen.

This one is all bark and no bite honestly. He's a bully and loves harmlessly pranking you but if anyone disrespects you in any way they're suffering dire consequences.

Behind closed doors he'd do anything for scraps of your approval really. Out of that very same reason he loves to brag and show off, as well as indulge you in any way he can think of.

Frankly he doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks about his feelings towards you. Not that anyone would dare speaking up anyways.

I feel like Sinister is a born sociopath, and his universe probably is a tad bit more evil in general. Like there was no major event or anything that led to him being this way, this is just his default.

On the inside he is a deeply insecure person and tries to mask it through his god-complex. Rarely and only subtly he lets his guard down around you, just to become ten times worse afterwards, to compensate having shown weakness.

His fixation on you began when you dared standing up to him, unafraid despite being like a bug he could crush under his boot any given time. This fascination made him keep you alive long enough to develop romantic feelings for you, however he is still in denial about them.

Emotions in general are a foreign concept to him, so he keeps telling himself you're just a fleeting pastime. Even you are not safe from his sadistic tendencies, especially since he revels in trying to scare you away and knowing you'll always come back to him eventually.

The immense arrogance of Target/Striped Mark stems from him being raised 'for greatness' from the very beginning. He spent his entire childhood secluded from any civilization, alienating him from earth's inhabitants.

Back during his teenage years, after his powers awakened, he gave in to his curiosity and explored the planet and their people incognito, meeting you by sheer coincidence. Although his upbringing had indoctrinated him to believe you to be a lowlife, he felt drawn to you again and again.

When you found out about his true nature, he didn't leave you any choice and instead abducted you directly. He is a very strict man and has high expectations not only in himself and his subjects, but especially in you. And even though he has a soft spot for you, you better not disappoint him.

Fun fact: Him shouting so much does in fact not stem from his obvious anger issues, but rather a training injury that left his hearing permanently impaired.

No Goggles Invincible was probably raised the most merciless, being tormented both emotionally and physically from a very early age. This caused his mind to break at some point, which is the reason he's acting even more unhinged than the others.

In his dimension Debbie sided with her husband, and Mark greatly blamed her for not having protected him from Omni-man's abuse, ending up in him ultimatively killing both of his parents. So it's no wonder he has major trust issues, trying to control you through fear. Prepare for mood swings, regular break downs of his and random loyalty tests.

Due to his hardly contained sadistic site, he has a hard time restraining himself from harming you. On the other hand he also greatly enjoys you inflicting pain on him in any way possible. Sadly this is the only form of closeness he's used to, and being treated tenderly is actually frightening to him.

Once he almost killed you in a violent fit of rage and this mistake haunts him to this day. Ever since he's terrified of touching you.

Viltrumite Invincible got abducted by Nolan shortly after birth and was raised among his people, only returning decades later to finish what his father started.

And just like the main timeline Nolan, he folded like a lawnchair after crossing paths with you. It was love at first sight really, and being subjected to true affection that was frowned upon in his culture was just the nail that sealed the coffin of the empire.

Several times he had tried to regain his focus, coming with the intent to kill you for distracting him from his goal, and yet much to his frustration he could never bring himself to do so. The last time he tried he ended up asking for your hand in marriage.

Unlike his father however he confessed the truth to you way earlier, claiming that meeting you made him reevalue everything he was ever taught.

Prisoner Invincible got his scars as a punishment for rebeling against the Viltrum empire and trying to take over their reign. Actually they intended to rehabilitate him out of sheer desperation for their population was dwindling, but he couldn't care less.

Unlike the other variants who joined their father since it's the path of least resistance, he refused to after being told you wouldn't be allowed to be together. He is as much of a dangerous and ruthless individual as his counterparts, but he always remained loyal to you. It was the two of you against the rest of the universe, quite literally.

Even after finally being reunited with you his disfigurement never really bothered him, since the bond you two shared exceeded anything else.

The most similar to the original Mark would be Unmasked Mark, at least in the beginning. Yet he soon realized that any resistance to the power of Viltrum was useless, so he just gave in to his fate and worked for a cause he deeply despised.

Even after his betrayal and you ending up joining the resistance you'll find yourself entangled with each other every time you'd clash. Until the very end you believed that he'd have a change of heart, never stopping to treat him with kindness despite being on different sites of the battle.

Over time he became so immeasurably hopeless and full of self-loathing that he killed you as an act of mercy, in order to spare you a gruesome death during their explotation of the planet.

He still listens to your old voicemails, it's the only way he can find some sleep.

Fully Masked Invincible is the most sensitive of the lot but far from innocent either. He took the risk and tried to stop Viltrum from the inside, but their influence slowly but steadily corrupted him from the inside. And the less human he felt, the more he feared he wasn't worthy of your love anymore.

Viltrum considered his sentiments for you a flaw, and even though he ended the relationship to keep you out of harm's way, they got rid of you so you couldn't intervene with their soldier any further. He blamed himself for not having been there to defend you, haunted by nightmares of how he held your limp body as life left your eyes.

He was never able to fill the void in his heart, and with nothing else to live for he continued to work for the empire, growing callous to all of the carnage around him as everything seemed pointless without you.

Shall he succeed to get another version of you back with him, he's awfully overprotective, the mere thought of losing you again making him paranoid. Expect anything from constant surveilance over being imprisoned and even people close to you getting murdered 'for your own good'.

[whre4wanda]

Do You Want Us

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha X Wanda x Reader, threesome, vouyerism, oral (w, reader receiving), fingering, use of vibrators, slight bondage, teasing, mommy and daddy kink, Dom!Wandanat x Sub!Reader

Summary- You become infatuated with two of your fellow avenger teammates but you can't find it in yourself to confess to them. However, what happens when you accidentally get sprayed by a particular pollen?

Your pov:

Being in the avengers team still felt surreal yet quite odd to you. You were still getting used to everything about being an avenger. It was different compared to being a hydra test subject. Very different. In the beginning, it was a little awkward being part of the team knowing that you weren't fond of one another before you were recruited but after getting to know one another, you ended up liking them quite a lot.

You liked being on the good side. It felt a lot better helping people but what felt much more better, was being able to make your own choices. However sometimes the choices you made, weren't always the best choices. Like the fact that you were currently crushing on Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. But there was no way those two women would ever bat a single eyelash at you. It just seemed too impossible and that's what you told yourself every single day.

First of all they were in an established relationship. And secondly, they were much older than you which wasn't necessarily a bad thing to you but what would they want with you? Besides that, it didn't feel right to be looking and thinking about them the way you were always thinking about them on a day to day basis.

Long story short, you were nothing compared to the two women. That was a fact. I mean Natasha, well she was The Black Widow while Wanda was The Scarlet Witch for fucks sake.

But as much as you hoped there was a slight possibility, you knew it would never happen. So you had to, needed to get rid of all the unholy thoughts you had about the women. If not for you, at least for your sanity. However you weren't planning on really stopping because indulging in these fantasies wasn't harming anyone. So for now, you'd think about them the way you always did.

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Training with Natasha or Wanda was something else though. Those women knew how to get you riled up.  Sometimes you believed that they were doing it on purpose but at age five you believed that the tooth fairy existed only to find out that you'd been lied to so you weren't really dwelling onto the fact that the women knew about your crush, even though the thought did send a thrill down your spine.

You wished Natasha and Wanda would think of you the way you thought of them. You wished they would look at you the way you looked at them. You knew that all of this sounded pathetic but you couldn't help what you felt about them. These two women had you wrapped around their fingers without even being aware of it.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to see Wanda looking at you expectantly. She let out a soft chuckle once she realized that you had been zoning out.

"Yes?" You blush as you hear her melodic laugh once again.

"I was just saying that Steve needs us in the conference room." You slowly nod your head and she offers you one of her smiles before walking away.

You huff out and place the smoothie that was in your hand down before licking the droplets off of your finger. You then grab a cloth to clean up the spilled powder from the counter before you placed the cloth back where it belonged. Grabbing your smoothie, you quickly made your way to the conference room where you saw Steve, Natasha and Wanda waiting for you.

"Y/n, take a seat please." Steve says and you sit opposite of Natasha.

"Is something wrong?" You ask and Steve shakes his head.

"No no. I just wanted us to discuss the mission." He replies, easing your worries.

"Y/n, Wanda and Natasha are going to accompany you on the mission to Mexico." Steve explains to you and you slowly nod your head.

"Oh."

"We want to get as much as information as we can about the drug operation that's linked to hydra." You nod your head once again and the two women  look at you with an unreadable expressions planted across their faces.

"The mission files are all in here so you can read it through after we're done. The quinjet will also be

departing tomorrow and well that seems to be it." He claps his hands and you grab your file before leaving the conference room.

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You sit down onto your bed while slowly going through the mission file, reading through all the information that was written inside. You had to start packing soon, so you placed the file aside before grabbing a small suitcase. You filled it up with all the things that you thought would be necessary for this mission. Thereafter you placed everything in the corner of your spacious bedroom before lying down on the bed and sighing to yourself.

You heard a soft knock on the door and you sat up while discarding your phone onto the bed.

"Come in." The door opened to reveal your best friend, Kate, walking inside your room before flopping down onto your bed.

"Please, make yourself comfortable." You said sarcastically and you were rewarded with a grin from the raven haired girl.

"Heard about your mission with your women crushes ." You rolled your eyes at her comment.

"Okay firstly don't call them that and secondly are you here to just make fun of me or what?" Kate raises her hands up in surrender.

"Finally gonna make a move on them or what?"

"That's not happening." You say while propping yourself up on a few of your pillows.

"Come on dude, seriously how blind can you be? Do you not see the way they look at you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You had no clue, Kate was probably being dramatic or overlooking it. They didn't see you anyhow, just as a fellow team member or maybe a friend, but that was it.

Kate scoffs and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"I have never met someone as clueless as you are." She shakes her head at you and you shrug your shoulders.

"Are we going to keep talking about them or can we change the subject?"

"Where are you guys headed to anyway?"

"Mexico apparently. Steve and Tony located a hydra base linked with some major drug operation so they want us to go check it out."

Kate hums at your statement before she fully lays down onto your bed.

"Well don't get killed." She jokes and you snickered.

"Why would I get killed?"

"Because whenever you're fighting in  close proximity with them you tend to lose your focus." She says and you gasp.

"I do not!"

"Uhm yeah you do, and I have so many witnesses. Bucky's seen it, Sam has seen it, even Steve has noticed it. They just never said anything about it."

You place your head in your hands,  groaning at the fact that your teammates who you considered friends were aware of your little crush on the two older woman.

"You weren't so good at hiding it anyway so." Kate laughs while poking your shoulder.

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You were currently inside the cockpit of the quinjet, flying alongside of one of the Shield agents who was taking you to the destination. The two older women were currently situated at back, talking amongst themselves. You didn't want to make yourself known between the two women, rather opting to sit quietly with the shield agent who paid little to no attention towards you. Which you actually didn't mind at all.

It was quiet for the rest of the journey until you eventually landed to your destination. You pulled your bag out but Natasha stopped you, pulling your duffle bag out and carrying it for you.  A faint blushed creeped up your face while you embarrassingly stumbled on your words. Talk about trying to be subtle.

"T-thats not necessary Nat, I can take it for myself." She only smiles while taking Wanda's bag out too, her biceps flexing through the black tank top she had on. Is it getting hot in here?

She placed all the bags into the trunk of the car that was rented by Tony before shutting it. You all got inside, you in the back seat while the two older women were in the from, Natasha driving you all to the motel close to the hydra base. Nothing was exchanged during the car ride to the place.

You didn't have much to say to the women, feeling rather intimidated by the two but also not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of them. Both Wanda and Natasha would occasionally glance at you through the rear view mirror, finding it adorable how you would zone out as you watched the cars pass by.

The car eventually came to a halt and you all stepped out, walking up to your room after being handed the key by the old man at the reception. The room was alright, big enough and comfortable for all three of you.

"I'm going to set up, so I can gather as much information as I can from up here." Natasha says to both you and Wanda and you nod. She disappears to the small balcony situated outside before setting everything up.

"You alright detka? You're a bit quiet today." Wanda says with concern etched all over her face.

"I'm alright." You dismiss her, and she frowns at your behavior. You weren't trying to come off as rude but they made you feel nervous. Too nervous. One glance from either one of the woman and you'd turn into putty. That's just how wrapped you were around their fingers.

You excused yourself to look at a few more details about this base until you decided to sit on the balcony with the two older women.

"Have you spotted anything yet?" You ask as you stand with your back against the rail of the balcony. Both women glanced at you and you missed the way Wanda's eyes shamelessly raked over your body.

"No not yet detka." You only nod slowly, the faintest blush creeping on your cheeks at the term of endearment.

An hour or two went by and it was getting darker. Both women were still situated on the balcony, casually conversating amongst themselves while throwing you not so subtle glances. Everything was fine until you saw suspicious movements happening inside the building.

"Hey, I think I see something." You point out and Natasha is quick to grab her binoculars.

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The mission went awful. Apart from almost dying because luck was not on your side, for some odd reason, you felt off and both Natasha and Wanda could tell.

"Malysh are you alright?" She asked with concern etched on her face while her hand pressed on your shoulder. You swallowed as her hand made contact with your skin which caused your face to flush and your entire body to warm up.

You brushed her hand off with just a nod before you all made your way into the room.

"Y/n, we can tell something is wrong. You don't seem alright." Natasha adds and you just shake your head.

"I'm fine. Seriously." You lie which worries the two older woman.

With a final smile at them, you make your way into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. The two women look at one another with a curious gaze before Wanda removes the top of her suit.

"Can't you read her mind Wans?" Natasha asks as she places the gun onto the glass table.

"Well I could, but I promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore."

"But somethings wrong with her. She seems...off" Wanda contemplates what to do but she only dismisses her girlfriend with a shake of her head.

"No, it's not right." Natasha rolls her eyes at her girlfriend before the two undress to clean themselves up.

In the bathroom, the shower doesn't seem to help you at all, especially the uncomfortable pit in your stomach. You try to think of all the possible things that could have happened. You were fighting, some guy managed to wound you and then you were sprayed by some substance.

This particular substance or pollen had something odd about it. It seemed to have raised your libido to a higher level because at the mere touch or sound that was uttered from the two women, you were gone. At the thought of the two older woman, your arousal peeked up sending a rush of wetness down your core which was practically throbbing at the thought of them.

You switched the tap off, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling arising in your stomach. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you got out of the shower to wipe yourself off.

"This is fucking stupid." You mumble while drying your hair. How the hell were you supposed to carry on with the mission if this was happening? The only thing you could do was probably reach out to Tony or Bruce, but they made it clear that no one was to contact them on this mission. Absolutely none of you.

The other option was to tell both Wanda and Natasha that you were incredibly horny all of a sudden and that you wanted them to help ease the  situation but how dumb did that sound? The thought almost made you laugh. Besides, how would you even begin to explain the issue to them.

And your last option was to push it all the way down and forget the way you felt, even if it killed you. It seemed reasonable enough.

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Now sitting down with the two women looking at you and pretending to be fine, seemed to be a harder thing to do. With the way the two women were currently staring at you, you didn't think you'd be able to last long, especially with the way they kept asking whether you were alright and if something was wrong. It's like the sound of their voices triggered something in you that made you exceptionally wet. Embarrassing but true.

And you were honestly making them more concerned. So concerned that Wanda gave up on her "no mind reading" that she decided to take matters into her own hands. That's right, she read your mind. On top of that, your thoughts were loud. Extremely. And dear God if you thought your daily fantasies about the two women were bad before this whole heightened sex drive thing, you were quite mistaken because they were filthy. So filthy, the devil himself wouldn't want to read your mind.

Wanda blinked in surprise, the images you had of both her and Natasha taking control over your body. Or the image of Wanda sitting on top of your face with Natasha's fingers buried deep inside of you was enough to drive the woman into a lustful frenzy.

Natasha, who had been staring at you for quite a while turned her gaze back to her girlfriend. Wanda gave her girlfriend an innocent smile and Natasha knew that something was up with Wanda. She arched her brow in a silent question but when Wanda's magic created a clear picture of your thoughts, it made Natasha's stomach flutter.

Who knew your innocent self would have such fantasies?

"Moya lyubov' are you sure you're okay? You seem flustered." Natasha teases in that sultry time of hers which makes you squirm in your seat.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little out of it."

"Hmm. Well do you want to watch a movie? Maybe that'll take your mind off of things." Wanda suggests and you open your mouth to try and get out of it but the look on both of their faces has you dying otherwise.

"Okay."

They both smile at you, little do you know that a sinister plan was forming in their mind.

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This was not okay. You were certain that you would combust any moment from now. You were currently nestled in between the two women who kept running their hands down the expanse of your thigh in a 'comforting' manner. Your pussy was practically dripping from any touch you were given. You were aching and they could both smell it. It fueled them even more, especially with the movie they picked.

"Why not watch Carol" Wanda had suggested before and you honestly thought they were both joking until you saw Natasha typing the movie on Netflix and searching for it. And seeing Carol and Therese in that one scene did not fix anything. You needed to do something and you needed to do it now.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed." you croak out, which makes both women turn their heads to look at you.

"Why detka? Is something wrong?" Wanda asks, feigning innocence as she lightly caresses your face.

You bite back a whimper at the contact and Wanda can feel all of the heat radiating off of you.

"My my my, you're burning up. Are you okay malysh?" You shook your head and she gives you a mocking pout.

"Whats wrong?"

"It hurts."

"What hurts detka, speak up." Natasha chirps in and the rasp of her voice with the slight command intensifies the ache between your legs.

"Please." You find yourself begging, for what? You don't know yet.

"Awe poor baby, you need to tell us what's wrong so we can help. I'm not a mind reader like Wanda detka."

"I need you both. Please I just-"

"Are you needy?" Wanda teases and a small huff escapes your lips.

"Help me."

"Aks nicely y/n." Natasha says and you swallow, before speaking up.

"Please mommy, please daddy, help me." A groan falls past one of the two women's lips and you can't register who it was because Wanda was pressing a fierce kiss against your lips.

"So obedient." She says as she pulls away from your lips. Natasha is next, her kiss is more rougher than Wanda's, teeth's clashing with one another as she practically pulls you onto her lap.

"Nat, don't get greedy now. We promised to share." Wanda says as she places a kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Come on, we're gonna make you feel so good." Wanda rasps as she moves you out of Natasha's grasp.

You don't register anything, all you can really comprehend is how the women devour you. Somehow, you're placed onto their bed before Wanda is on you again. She kisses you gently, her teeth tugging at your lips before releasing it with a pop. Natasha pulls Wanda away from you, before she smashes her lips against the brunettes. You watch as both of the women make out in front of you, and you swear you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

You're so needy, it actually hurts. You let out a pathetic whine when they don't pay attention to you and your hips begin to rock against the bedding, attempting to relieve yourself. Wanda realizes this and she tuts while shaking her head.

"Look what we have here, you can't even wait." The woman says in a mocking tone before she uses her magic to get rid of all your clothes.

You're naked in front of the two women and even though you want to feel vulnerable, you don't because the way the two women were looking at you? They practically looked at you as if you were their prey and they were the predators.

"She's so pretty." Natasha mumbles to Wanda, who hums in return and you blush at their compliment.

"You think you can keep your hands to yourself malysh?" Wanda asks and you nod your head.

"Yes."

"I don't think so." Wanda retorts and she uses her magic to tie your hands up to the headboard. While Wanda is fixated on your hands, Natasha prys your knees apart to expose your dripping cunt.

"She's so wet." Natasha rubs a finger through your slot before bringing it up for Wanda to examine.

"She's just so desperate for us."

You thrash around and Natasha pins your hips down and gives you a warning glare.

"Already misbehaving huh?" You shook your head and Natasha smirks before she moves off of your body and you immediately miss her warmth.

"Don't worry detka, you just sit there and look pretty while mommy and daddy take care of you." Wanda purrs and you feel like sinking into the mattress with the way the two women were staring down at you.

Natasha moves over to Wanda and you watch the two women make out right in front of you. Fuck, if you weren't needy before, you are now. You try to move your hips, in search of any sort of stimulation but it was no use because Wanda has really secured her binds on you. You whined again, it sounded beyond pathetic but you didn't care. You needed them now.

"Please." You begged making both woman's green eyes turn to look at you.

"Whats wrong?"

"I need you both, please." You beg and they smile at your state. Wanda pecks her lovers lips one more time before she turns her attention to you, her hands moving towards your pussy but Natasha stops her which only frustrated you.

"And who said you'd get to play with her first?" Natasha asks in a teasing tone and Wanda retracted her hand before mumbling a "Sorry"

Natasha gave her lover a smile before she turned to you. Her fingers made their way to your pussy where she slid her digits into your slit. A soft moan escaped your lips and she smirked to herself.

"That feels good huh?" You nodded your head and she hummed, pleased at your answer.

Slowly but surely, Natasha eases two digits inside of you, and they slide in without any restrain. Natasha chuckles at how wet you are, and she scissors her fingers inside of you. A wanton moan escapes your lips again and Wanda moves up to your body, to roam wet kisses along your collarbone. Her own fingers play with your nipples. The painful yet pleasurable stimulation adding to the moment.

"Tell me detka, do you want us?" Wanda asks in your ear while her finger still tugs your nipple.

"Yes, I do."

"Yeah?" You only nod in response once you feel Natasha's fingers start to plunge inside of you.

"Fuck." The fingers slide in and out of your velvety walls at a fast pace. Natasha watches in amazement as your cunt takes two fingers in but you whine which makes her look up at you.

"Not enough." You mumble and she chuckles.

"Do you want daddy to give you three?" You nod your head furiously and Natasha adds another dinge into your pussy and a pornogtaphic like  moan leaves your lips as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head.

"Aw sweet thing. You're just a needy baby" Wanda coos as your hips raise to try match Natasha's pace. And when Natasha latches onto your clit with her mouth, your legs shake and tears stream down your face in pleasure.

"Oh she's so responsive." Natasha hums as she sucks on your bundle of nerves, her fingers working in sync with her movements.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" You chant, as your hips raise before being praised down onto the bed.

"You wanna cum for us? Is that what you want?" You nod your head and Wanda chuckles.

"Beg baby. Beg. Let us hear your pretty voice and beg for us."

"Please." You begin and Wanda hums while her hands grope your tits.

"Please need to cum. Wanna cum." Wanda pouts in faux pity but she smiles before nodding.

"Go ahead and cum on Natasha's tongue baby." A wanton moan falls past tour lips as you're taken over by a strong, euphoric orgasm that has you seeing stars.

"Good job, there we go." You can hear Wanda coo as Natasha continues to fuck you, letting you ride your high out.

As you slowly come back from your high, Wanda uses her magic to remove the binds from your body.

"Now, why don't we let Natty here have some more fun with you while I ride your face. How does that sound malysh?" You nod your head and she hums while slipping out of her top and sweatpants. Your mouth waters and your pussy practically gushes out at seeing the woman top less. And once she positions herself over your face? You could swear you were in heaven.

Meanwhile, the redhead had rid herself off her pants and she stroked herself as she looked at the scene in front of her. Wanda on top of your face while your pussy clenched around nothing. You moaned softly once you felt Natasha rub something along your clit.

"Come on detka, let daddy fuck you with her cock while I ride your face. You want that don't you? Yeah stick your tongue out for me." You hummed your agreement while Wanda slowly rode your face.

"That's it. Fuck her Nat." Wanda said as she gazed down at her girlfriend. Natasha slowly slid into you and with how wet you were, she could easily slide inside of your pussy.

"Fucking hell, she's so warm." Wanda hummed as she watched Natasha slide in and out of your soaking pussy. She groaned as she watched her girlfriends cock slide out, glistening in your juices.

Your grabbed onto Wanda's thighs, pressing your tongue further into her pussy.

"Oh fuck." Wanda cried out and you moaned into her pussy as Natasha began to thrust indside of your pussy.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight." Wanda leans forward to press a kiss against Natasha's lips. She moans as she can still tatse the remnants of you on Natasha's tongue.

"Mhm she tastes sweet, I'll have to tatse her myself."

"You'd like that wouldn't you baby?" You can only moan, too focused on eating Wanda out with the feeling of Natasha's cock brushing against your walls.

"Yeah, you love taking Natty's cock don't you?" When Wanda feels you grab her thighs, nails scratching the flesh, she moans as she begins to move back and forth.

Natasha doesn't stop her movements, instead she lifts your legs up to her shoulder while she thrusts her hips inside of you. She continues to fuck you, feeling the way your walls flutter around your her cock.

"You gonna cum? I can feel you clenching around my cock y/n."

"How does she feel Nat?"

"So fucking good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." The two women continue their paces, using you to get off and you fucking loved it.

"god I'm so close." Wanda whimpers as she plays with her own nipples. She throws her head back and soon enough she's coming on your face and you greedily lick it all up. Wanda rides out her high before she sighs and moves off of your body. With determination, Natasha flips you over onto your stomach which catches you off guard. A muffled gasp escapes your lips as she's inside of you, folli G you up to the brim while Wanda watches with a sly grin.

"So pretty, all fucked out from us." She rasps and you clench around Natasha.

"You wanna cum baby?" You nod your head, hips moving in tandem with Natasha's thrusts.

"Come on then detka, cum for us. Make a mess for me." Natasha grunts before your mouth falls open while your eyes roll back.

"Fuck I'm cumming." Both women watch as your second orgasm hits you and it's enough to drive them even crazier.

"There we go, yeah, you're doing so well." Wanda coos before Natasha pulls out of you. As you come down from your high, Wanda leans down to kiss your lips and you moan softly.

"Are you still needy for us?" She asks and you nod your head, making her grin widen.

"How about you watch Nat fuck me while I eat you out hm?" Another vigorous nod which makes both women smile.

"She's so good for us." The redhead mumbles as Wanda positions her ass in front of Natasha while her face is close to your pussy.

"This pussy looks so good."

"Go ahead Wanda, you've been good. Taste her." Natasha rasps as she slowly inserts herslef inside her girlfriend. A small gasp escapes Wanda's lips as she is filled to the brim and before you know it, Wanda's tongue is inside of your soaked pussy.

"god so good. So fucking good." Wanda moans out in between your pussy.

"mhm." You're lost in the pleasure, so far gone that you don't feel Wanda pulling away to press a vibrator against your clit. Your hips jerk up as Wanda sets the settings of the vibrator higher.

"Oh fuck!" With Wanda's skilled tongue and the vibrator working together, the way both women were looking at you and the obscene sounds you all were making, you're able to reach your third orgasm quicker than ever, the strong feeling practically sending you into another dimension.

As your high settles down, you whimper from the overstimuation of Wanda's tongue and the string vibrations from the toy in her hand. You try to move away but she chuckles as her hand keeps you pinned down onto the bed. Her gaze locks on yours and you want to beg her to stop but nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Oh honey, we're not done here. Are we Nat?" Natasha only shakes her head and you look away as the woman use you. Wanda uses her hand to tilt your chin up so you watch her getting fucked. With a sadistic smile, she reaches for the vibrator again, pressing it against your pussy.

"We're gonna keep fucking you until you lose consciousness and then when we get back to the tower after this mission, we'll just keep fucking you until your pussy is all stretched out from me and Nat's doings."

And the two women kept to their promise. Fucking you on every surface of the room even when the effects of the pollen had died down.

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Hope you enjoyed!

[nightingale-prompts]

Overworked- DCxDP prompt

The knight led the group of selected heroes into the throne room. Sitting before a crowd of his people was none other than the ghost king.

"Do not test His Majesty, his mood his well this day. Say only what is necessary." The knight warned before stepping aside.

The kind wasn't what Constantine had mentioned. He was young and rather small for the throne he now sits on. The green flaming crown was unmistakable though.

The young man glared at them with intense animosity, his upper lip curled as he held back a reflexive snarl. Sharp canines peeked out just for a moment as he schooled his expression.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The kind said drumming his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His black claws each clicking aginst the cold metal.

The group had been briefed on the situation by Constantine after they were summoning to this realm.

The short and sweet was that they were being mandated to appear before the king of the infinite realms for a long list of violations against the order of the universe. The current group contains Bruce, Clark, Wally, Kon, Jason, Hal, Barry, and Damian. Constantine himself will also be there but he already knows that this tribunal will have multiple groups.

The group reamined mostly silent.

"Where you not read your list of crimes?" The boy asked this time.

An attendant scurried through the crowd with a large scroll in hand before the king immediately waved him off tp return to his post.

"No, lets skip the reading. It would take cycles to get through the charges. Let me be brief. You have all been found guilty of charges of resurrection, time traveling, timeline manipulation, Planetary rearranging courtesy of Mr.Kent here, Interdimensional universe travel, and UNIVERSE MELDING! THE LIST GOES ON!" The king became more irate with every charge. "Tell me why I shouldn't banish you to an empty dimension right this instance."

Constantine knew this was all politics at the end of the day. This whole thing could be smoothed over with the right words by the right person.

"We are human." Bruce said firmly before anyone could stop him. Jason held back a groan of agitation.

"...So you are. What does that have to do with anything?" He boy asked.

"Isn't it natural for us to want to live and do whatever we can to keep living?" Bruce responded

Murmurs erupted amongst the crowd of onlookers.

"So what? Do you think you are the exception then? Look around heroes. This room is full of ghosts who would also have done to keep living. My people couldn't avoid death but they accepted it. What can I say to them if I let you go while they paid their price? How fair would that be?" The king condemned.

The murmurs turned into cheers for their king's words. It was unfair. Why do they get to do what they want without repercussions when they died without even getting the option to live?

"If it counts for anything many of us died to protect as many people as possible," Hal said.

"Well, good for you. How much was that sacrifice worth in the face of your resurrection? That probably doesn't feel cheap at all." The king said sarcastically. "I suppose that goes for most of you."

"I have an objection. Resurrection is not a choice if someone chooses to bring us back we don't get a say. By default we shouldn't be charged for it." Jason argued.

The king paused and raised a hand silencing the crowd.

"Hmmm, I suppose you are correct. Fine, I will strike it from the record." The kind relented.

The heroes had finally found an in. If they could argue their charges down they could leave.

"None of use have willingly time traveled. Hell i hated it. Being lost in time was not a chose we made." Wally said as Barry nodded along.

The king bit the inside of his cheek as he pondered the response.

"I suppose I can overlook it."

"Let me just say that any melding of the universe happened as a consequence of our battle with Darkside." Clark said getting rid of their their biggest charge.

"Darkside?" The king narrowed his eyes.

A courtier stepped forward and leaned down to whisper into the boy king's ear.

"I see. He will be added to the ledger for his crimes. His trial will not be as forgiving as yours. You will not be seeing him again." The boy silently signaled to the knight who bowed and exited with a group of others.

The boy sighed and stood up.

"Follow me."

The group was led down a long corridor to an office with stacks of paperwork from floor to ceiling lining the walls.

"Welcome to my personal hell." The king announced.

Constantine whistled at the sheer number of documents scattered across the room.

"Sorry about the whole court thing. I don't really want to do it but I kind of have to. The Observers demand some kind of punishment for violations. Also, you need to understand that your actions are kept track of and you can't escape it. When you break the rule I have to do the paperwork. AND I HATE PAPERWORK. So here is the deal. You guys bring me the people that have done worse than you on this list and I'll call it square. And if you don't I take everyone's souls." The King handed the scroll to Bruce. "I want the Al Ghul clan first."

"Wait but my-" Damian spoke out but was cut off by the King's raised hand to silance him.

"It is irrelevant to me what your personal issues are. Every violator will be judged for their crimes. If they can give me a good plea then they can return. Consider yourself lucky that you're too young for a full sentencing. As for the rest just do what I say and make up for your crimes. This is a mercy so don't complain."

It was clear that the moody young king wasn't going to argue. It was best to keep quiet and before they knew it the group was sent back to earth.

"You have no idea how lucky we got," Constantine said lighting up a cigarette and leaving to get a drink.

[muqingslover]

Hi! If you're open to requests, what would you think the lads men (or just one guy of your choice!!) would do in the following scenario?

They are out with mc when they run into mc's ex, and mc's ex says, "Damn, your taste in men changed a lot" in like a condescending manner. (Or something along those lines)

I hope you have a great time!! I love reading your stories!!

[ Thank you for the request! <3 I did a little of everyone so enjoy! ]

"Your tastes sure have changed since the last time I saw you." is the first thing that actually catches his attention during the otherwise boring conversation.

Sylus is not an overly jealous person simply because he is very secure of his love for you and how good he is to you. The only thing your ex does is greatly amuse him because the difference is too great to even be considered fair.

"Naturally. You surely don't expect someone to eat trash forever, do you?" He would answer for you in a smooth voice while he towers over the both of you with that confident expression of his on his face.

He feels almost sorry for you, who had to make do with such men, but, not to worry, he's here now and he's not going anywhere.

Taunting his jealous side is the same as playing with fire while knowing you're going to get burn.

"Is that the type of guy you prefer?" He'd ask the second the two of you are alone again. His hands pin you to the closest surface so you're unable to run from the conversation and he keeps his face very close to yours to watch for even the smallest reactions "Do you like him more than me?"

My advice? Say no as quickly as possible and give him a kiss to shush him otherwise you're in for the long, loooooong haul. Xavier is not easily soothed once he's worked up and he WILL hold grudges.

The next time your ex shows up he is quick to cut the conversation before they can even get a good morning in and makes it clear you belong to him now.

"What did you just say?" His head never whipped back faster mans almost twisted his own neck.

Arguably the most aggressive per se because he's SO obvious. To him it's just staggering you ever went out with anyone else, especially a thing like that, and that it's here, again, approaching you. Does it not see him? He's right there for god's sake!

"She's on duty so she can't talk to you right now. Or ever." He'd grab you by the shoulder as he sized the guy up and down with the most condescending and judgmental look on his face before scoffing. what a diva

He'll nag at you later for being "distracted while on the job" and say you're supposed to pay attention to him at all times otherwise how will his dear bodyguard protect him? Please be more mindful!

It was a school reunion party when your old high school sweetheart came up to the both of you.

"Oh hey, I remember you! Weren't you the guy who got kicked out for cheating on his graduation exam?" He says with an innocent grin on his face knowing full well the guy is a deadbeat and making sure others heard it too.

It's canon he kept track of all crushes MC had while growing up and I'm sure he goes out of his way to show you their bad points so you won't even consider looking their way.

In some cases, Caleb had to get rid of them by manipulating things behind the scenes if they didn't take the hint and this one was one of those cases.

The guy was struggling with his grades and who is he to deny a helping hand? All he did was slip the sheet of answers to the test without anyone knowing, it's not his fault if the idiot accepted it knowing it was against the rules. Such an angel, isn't he.

This interaction will lead to him being even more territorial around you and he wants you to just stay home with him where it's safe. Pretty please?

He will step in if they are bothering you by pretending he needs your immediate help in the office but otherwise Zayne merely listening in the background.

Once they're gone the silence is so loud.

You can basically feel that he's bothered by something, but he won't open his mouth even if you ask him about it because it's 'petty and childish'.

"Are you happy with me?" He'd eventually ask you after stewing in his own thoughts for the day. What if your tastes hadn't changed and you were just too nice to tell him he's not doing enough? That he is not enough.

Please reassure this sweet man that you're happy in the relationship. Especially so if your ex is the type that is super extroverted and easy to get along with since that's one of the points he struggles with the most.

The problem goes away on its own after some good quality time together and affectionate words.

[mytheoristavenue]

Thinking of Incel!Gyutaro who is absolutely obsessed with you. Keeping your discarded things, following you home, stalking your social media, the whole nine yards.

You finally notice him at a party and let him take you home. You're so sweet and perfect, he can't imagine why all your relationships are so short lived. That is until your riding him, kissing up and down his neck adoringly and he can't keep up.

He throws his head back as he empties, trying to lift your hips up so he pull out, but you double down, sitting all the way on it while he cries out. "Fuck, fuck, baby, please I'm not wearin' a rubber...'

You simply giggle, purring affectionately in his ear, mercilessly dragging your hips up and down, plowing straight past his limit without a care in the world. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd get so lucky as to creampie any girl, let alone you. Now you're fucking yourself on his spent dick like you own it, he swears your writing your name on it with your hips.

"Fuck, baby, never wanna let you go," He rasps, wincing at the overstimulation. Again, you giggle, playfully nipping his neck. "Fuckin' obsessed with you, you're never gettin' rid-a me." Your sweet laugher drives him wild and he finally asks: "W-What's so funny?"

"You're just too cute..." You coo softly. "You really think I'm stuck with you?"

His face pales, thinking you're gonnna leave at any moment. "I-I mean-"

"It's you who's stuck with me, baby..."

At that moment, it clicks for him. Meeting you at the party wasn't a happy accident. Sharing every class despite having different majors was no coincidence. All your socials being public and then suddenly private after he followed you was carefully orchestrated. This was why all your relationships never made it past a month. It was the lovesick, possessive look in your eye.

"You'll never leave me like all those other guys, will you, Gyutaro?" You ask softly, still rough riding him. "Gonna be mine forever, right?"

"'Course I will," He agrees, well aware he's in over his head, but your hypnotic voice and the heavenly heat of your cunt makes his choice for him. "I'm all yours, forever."

[kxsagi]

Feel free to ignore!

Hi! I’m not sure if you had gotten something similar before. I was thinking if the Blue Lock guys’ s/o has a special attachment to a blanket or a stuffed animal of some sorts. Because I do and my blanket is pretty worn out. And the guys get jealous because s/o is always cuddles and hugging the blanket/stuffed animal instead of them.

Headcannons for Sae, Shidou, and Reo please. Or whoever you feel like fits this the best. Thank you.

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞”

a/n: me i fear

ft. itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro

itoshi sae

he literally hates that blanket. like he has never hated anything more in his life than your stupid, worn-out blanket. 

you could be wearing his jersey and sleeping on his chest and if he sees even a corner of that ratty old blanket near you he’s yanking it off like a magician doing a tablecloth trick. 

“this thing’s older than you. get rid of it.” 

(he’s so full of shit because one night when you forgot it at home, he grumbled the entire time about how you looked "uncomfortable" without it and even offered to buy you a new one that’s “less ugly” aka a "luxury weighted blanket.”) 

doesn’t like competing for your attention... especially against a piece of fabric. 

shidou ryusei

this is his villain origin story. 

you were cuddling your stuffed animal, not paying attention to him, and he immediately started acting like a little menace. 

like you’re all snuggled up, giggling at how soft it is, and meanwhile, he's plotting world domination against a teddy bear. 

“oh hell nah,” he mutters. 

immediately tackles you like you’re a football dummy, grabs the stuffed animal, and starts making it fight you – throwing fake punches, doing suplexes, full-on WWE moves. 

“c’mere, princess. this lil guy’s goin' down if you don’t cuddle me instead.” 

demands that if you want it back, you have to "pay the ransom" (translation: you have to kiss him at least 7 times and call him “your number one”). 

mikage reo

at first, he thinks it’s adorable. like, heart eyes and everything when you snuggle your stuffed animal. 

but then... he sees you sleeping so peacefully, arms around it instead of him, and something dark awakens inside him. 

he’s plotting. he’s trying to figure out how to make himself more “huggable.” 

cue reo showing up the next day wearing the fluffiest hoodie you’ve ever seen, dramatically throwing himself on the bed like, "your new cuddle buddy has arrived!" 

when that doesn't work, he drags in an absurdly oversized custom teddy bear that's almost as big as you. 

“if you won’t cuddle me... at least cuddle us both!” 

genuinely considers inventing a stuffed animal that smells like him so he never gets replaced again (he’s so unserious). 

itoshi rin

rin stares at you with the blankest, most betrayed expression when you cuddle up with your ancient little blanket instead of him. 

doesn’t say anything at first. just... radiates silent judgment. 

“... you’re kidding. right.” 

when you ignore him and start falling asleep, he dramatically yanks the blanket off you, folds it neatly, and sets it out of reach like it personally offended him. 

"you’re cuddling me tonight. not that thing." 

if you whine and pout, he'll turn bright red, shove the blanket back at you with a grumble, and then latch onto you so aggressively that you end up buried under him and the blanket both. 

(he secretly thinks it's cute you love something that much, but he'll die before admitting it.) 

isagi yoichi

he tries to be chill about it at first. like, tries, telling himself he’s being irrational and all. 

"it’s just a blanket. it’s harmless." 

fast forward an hour later: you’re giggling and nuzzling into it, completely ignoring him, and he’s sitting there like 🧍‍♂️ questioning all his life choices. 

“hello? me? your boyfriend? breathing human being? right here?” 

he gets so desperate he just throws himself under the blanket too, arms squeezing you so tight you wheeze. 

"fine, if you won’t pick me, i’m just gonna invade your personal space until you’re forced to." 

ends up falling asleep mid-hug, mouth hanging open, drooling a little bit on your shoulder (and the blanket). you’re stuck forever. 

bonus: mumbles in his sleep about how warm you are. 

bachira meguru

he’s jealous but in the most chaotic, playful, funniest way. 

keeps sneaking your stuffed animal and pretending it's alive. like making it "talk" to you with dumb voices. 

“hey, hey! meguru deserves hugs, too! you’re neglecting meeeee!” 

“heyyyyyy look, he loves me now! meguru’s his best friend now! >:D” 

once, he built a fake shrine for it in the corner and gave a fake eulogy about how you "abandoned your best boy for the demon king." 

eventually, he’ll wrestle it out of your arms, toss it to the side, and tackle you with the most aggressive cuddles known to man. 

“you can hug me now! i’m way softer!” (he is.) 

nagi seishiro

nagi doesn’t get jealous... at least not at first. 

the first three nights, he’s chill. just lying there, eyes closed, half-listening to you coo at your blanket or stuffed animal. 

but by night four? the annoyance builds. 

“ugh. so lazy. why can't you just hug me instead?” 

he won’t even get up. he just rolls over like a giant white lump and steals the blanket/stuffed animal from you mid-snuggle. 

uses it as a pillow, trapping it under his arm and cheek so if you want it back, you have to wrestle it out from under his entire 6'3" body. 

or, y’know... just give up and cuddle him too (which was his plan all along). 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[gay-dorito-dust]

How PB&JJ (Peter, Bob, Joaquin and Johnny) act if you let go of their hand.

Peter would hold out his hand until you hold it again, even if you said you didn’t want to he would still hold out his hand, insisting that you take it back as if it was a demanded product in the shop.

‘Hold my hand.’ He’d say.

‘What if I don’t want to hold your hand?’ You replied.

‘Not a choice, please hold my hand.’ Peter insists, holding out his hand to you, only for you to playfully swat it away with a cheeky grin as you said. ‘Nope, don’t feel like it, my hand is tired.’

‘Then let my hand hold it if it’s tired. It’s the least you could do.’ Peter says as though he was trying to make a sales pitch for why you should let him hold your hand and what benefits you’d receive from such an opportunity. It’s funny seeing him trying to entice you to hold his hand again, the pout on his lips as though the idea of never holding your hand physically killed the genius man in front of you.

‘You’re so needy.’ You joked.

‘I’m not needy I just wanna hold your hand, there’s a difference and my arm is aching right now, so your window to take my hand is closing fast. I’d take it while you can.’ Peter says as he once again nudges his open hand towards you, wiggling his fingers in your face for emphasis as he adds. ‘Going once, going twice-‘

You were quick to shut him up and grab his hand in your own, knowing you e been had when Peter smiles at you as he intertwines your fingers. ‘And sold to my beautiful partner who let go of it in the first place.’ He laughs as you gave him an unimpressed look, nudging him weakly. ‘Alright rub it in why don’t you.’ You said as Peter shrugs as he rests his head against yours, kissing your nose.

Bob wouldn’t think too much if you let go his hand the first time, but the couple more times you kept doing it, his brows were bound to raise in question. He’s the most tame in comparison to his friends as he wasn’t one to act out in public, nor look at you as if you had just told them something appalling.

Bob was more likely to let you hold and let go of his hand whenever you pleased, yet that didn’t mean he hated it when you did let go of his hand, nor did he like the cold and empty feeling he’d get when you did. He would try and not make a big deal out of it but it was obvious that he wanted to hold your hand again, yet didn’t want to force you to if you genuinely didn’t want to hold his hand, so he was at war within himself while making sure to close enough so the back of his hand brushed against your own in a silent plea to hold his hand again.

The man had just gotten use to your touch only recently and now he was addicted to it and didn’t want to feel anything else other then your hand squeezing his own or caressing the pulse point on his wrist with your thumb. He liked the comfort and grounding feeling it gave him, making him lean more and more towards wanting to hold your hand all the time. You couldn’t deny Bob what he wants, he’s polite and never pushed any boundaries either, but it wasn’t hard to see that his eyes lingered on your hands from time to time as his own twitched at his side.

With Bob you’re more likely to hold his hand without him having to say anything or ask you to. You both could be having a quiet moment together in the kitchen and find your pinkie touching his, before your pinkies become linked, and by the time you’ve done what you needed to do in the kitchen your hand is fully intertwined with his as though it was being welcomed back home each and every time.

‘I thought you didn’t want to hold my hand.’ He’d say.

‘My hand got sweaty.’ You answered.

Bob shrugs. ‘I would’ve held it even if it was sweaty.’

You smiled, never able to get rid of the warmth you got within your chest when you were with Bob, even if you had been a while since you’ve gotten together. ‘That’s sweet of you but I wouldn’t force that upon you, it’s like holding a slippery eel.’ You joked, squeezing his hand. Bob shrugs his shoulder ‘slippery like an eel or not, I’d still hold your hand because it’s your hand and I wanna hold it all the time.’ He smiles at you and you swear you’ve never met a man more perfectly imperfectly as him.

With Bob he didn’t need to ask you to hold his hand again, nor ask why, he just waits for you to slip your hand back against his own at your own pace because you always did without fail. His hand was always open to you whenever you needed it most.

Joaquin acts like you’ve betrayed him in someway, seriously he’ll look at you with those big brown eyes of his when you pull your hand away from his, frowning deeply as though he could somehow emotionally manipulate you into holding his hand again. It didn’t matter why you’ve let go of his hand, he’s more taken aback by the fact that you did let go of his hand in the first place.

‘Why did you let go of my hand?’ He’d ask you.

‘Do I need a reason to let go of your hand?’ You asked, trying your best not to smile.

Joaquin looks at his hand, flexing it and wiggling his fingers before looking over at your hand, then back at his again. ‘It feels so bare, like it shouldn’t ever not hold something you know, it liked holding your hand and you just had to let go of it.’

You chuckled. ‘I’m sorry but I did need to get my phone and check thar nobody wanted me for anything important.’ You tell him as you moved towards him, only for Joaquin to take a step back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

‘Nope, I’m revoking your hand holding privileges until further notice.’ He sternly tells you and you couldn’t help but try to reach for one of his hands in his pockets, just for Joaquin to side step you as you stare at his back as though he’s grown a second head.

‘You can’t be serious?’ You asked rhetorically, raising a brow when you saw the corner of his lips turn upwards or how his eyes twinkled with mischief, it made you think this was all apart of his master plan to get back at you. ‘Nope, I’m being dead serious.’ He replied, ‘you let go of my hand so I’m under the impression you don’t want to hold it for the rest of the day.’ He adds with the shrug of his shoulders.

‘Joaquin-‘

‘Nope you made your bed and now you have to lay in it.’ He interrupts you, smiling upon seeing you glare at him for now being the one denying you to hold his hand for the rest of the day, always moving out of the way when you tried to sneakily reach for his hand as Joaquin took massive enjoyment at the reversal of your situation.

You were now being the one wanting to hold his hand and him being the one denying you such tender luxury, however this charade does stop when you stopped bothering to hold his hand and Joaquin slips his hand into yours when you least expect it, yet neither of you say nothing as you enjoyed the feeling of each others palms pressed against one another.

Johnny will stop in the middle of the street when he feels you let go of his hand and won’t move until you grab his hand again. He doesn’t care if he’s in public, he will be so dramatic to the point where he will make a scene out of you not wanting to hold his hand, so much so that you swear Johnny was a child in an adult body on most occasions.

‘Will you move it! Sue will get pissed if you’re late again.’ You tell him as you saw him stood a few feet back, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.

‘Nope. My partner just told me they didn’t love me, so I don’t feel emotionally up to meeting up with Ben, Sue and Reed today. I’m an inconsolable emotional wreck.’ Johnny replied, pouting.

‘I did not say that I just stopped holding your hand for one fucking second Johnny.’ You tell him but it was obvious he wasn’t buying it one bit as he only sighed loudly enough to earn the looks of a few passers by.

‘Well you might as well have.’ Johnny mutters and you felt your eye twitch.

‘Johnny. Move.’ You demanded.

He smirks ‘Not. Gonna.’

You sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t move unless you held his hand again, and you didn’t feel like making Sue, Reed and Ben wait longer then you already have done by entertaining Johnny and his dramatics. So you walked towards him and grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers for extra measure, and sure enough Johnny began moving again and looking happy and chipper as could be as he tightened his kisses the side of your head.

‘Love you.’ He chirps.

‘You’ll be the death of me.’ You said in response, vowing to never let go of his hand should you ever have to feel that level of embarrassment only a parent would when their children cried in public. You weren’t built for it and quite frankly didn’t have the patience for Johnny and his games, but you loved him regardless when you felt a smile creep up on your lips upon feeling him squeeze your hand three times.

He was certainly a handful but he was your handful.

[richeeduvie]

✭ THE LENGTHS ✭

PART ONE: GUILTY CUBICLES

DARK(ISH) JACK ABBOTT x READER

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You don't know the lengths to which he'd go.

Jack finds you. You're a new nurse working the night shift for the first time, and even though his introduction to you is you dead asleep at your desk, his time stuck with you and your eccentric, peppy behavior doesn't stop him from realizing your capabilities that are beyond what you should be able to do. With that, there's something about you that manages to grasp onto him despite what Jack knows best, to the point where even he's not willing to let you go for the sake of staying sane. For the sake of staying himself. It's an all-too-close work friendship that, again, for the sake of staying sane, he denies is anything more than a healthy and professional relationship with you. But when he can finally get rid of his degrading thoughts referring to him as an old sad fuck who doesn't deserve the sunshine of the E.R? When the two of you experience the tension and bond that only the walls of the Pitt can close in on?

You tell him you have a boyfriend. But even in the sudden anger and disappointment over this, Jack knows there's something about the claim that isn't adding up. Others believe, at first, that it's only Jack attempting to cling to you without admitting it, but when situations arise with their sunny, resilient nurse becoming someone they can't recognize, they find they have no choice but to let Jack protect you.

But what happens when the protection consumes him? There's no telling.

PART ONE DESCRIPTION: Jack meets the new nurse Robbie's been fawning over, only to then take the next couple of nights to pathetically cope with what he's feeling for the peppy, sunny young woman he's just met.

WORD COUNT: 7.9K || SLOW(ISH)BURN!! EVENTUAL SMUT (p in v sex, rough, unprotected) graphic depictions of violence, assault, death, and blood. Abuse (Not from Jack) Jealousy, obsession, possessive behavior, Dr. Robby x Reader if you squint like there's no tomorrow. Age gap (the reader is just younger than Jack, you can decide by how many years). Mentions of suicidal behavior. Manipulation (is it manipulation if Jack really believes what he's saying??). Delusional behavior (That Jack is very much aware of and hates himself for, but delulu be deluluing). Very inaccurate depictions of the healthcare system and medical terminology. This is probably my one and only Jack Abbott fic, if his characterization is off I'm sorry...let's just chalk it up to him being too much in love like how he does here <3

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Robby, my brother.

I don't even know where the fuck to begin. But I am so, so sorry. For everything. Please. Take care of her.

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Although there is solace in the darkness, that doesn’t mean there aren’t monsters hiding in it. It almost feels too fucking childish for him to think like this, but it’s too easy. 

This night tempts harm. It tempts Jack to hold himself too tightly, or to hide his tension away in his anger. He already readies himself for the slight guilt he’ll feel when he’s too harsh and quick in correcting mistakes while taking too long to give credit when it’s earned. But tonight? The few outwardly kind things about his soul can’t make their way to his bones and eyes…but what’s the truly awful thing about this shift to make Jack feel as if there’s violence and internal misery around every corner of the hospital? 

“Oh, Abbott, I was wondering–” 

“Sorry, not now.” 

No patients have died. No patients are near death. Jack has failed no one yet, and yeah, thinking that staying true to his vows of medicine as the most terrible thing about tonight is shitty, so fucking shitty that it goes against the said vows that have consumed his instinct to work and manage the ones who need help, but to him, he just remembers the worst about what’s steady about him. That sometimes he’s not steady, that even on good shifts and quiet nights, his pain will make its way back to him.

This is trauma. It���s never new, but sometimes wordless, nameless in the feelings that are brought to a boil, like now, and there-fucking-fore, it’s much easier to hide in the dark as it waits for Jack to get comfortable in his skin. Apparently, this is progress according to his therapist. That it’s good that his trauma finds way into even the best of shifts because that means he is comfortable enough to let it in on the good days, that he’s not beating the worst of his emotions into a little box he’ll save for opening up on a shit shift as he makes his way up to the rooftop. Well, sure as hell doesn’t feel like progress, but he has to trust the therapist he pays 120 dollars an hour. 

“Abbott, the patient in room three, the elderly man with a breath like death, is there a possibility-” 

“Sorry. Not now. My bladder is turning against me.”

“...Didn’t need to know that.” 

“Okay. Sorry, I’ll never make a quip as long as I live.” 

“Not now” is his phrase for the next ten minutes, and he’ll feel a slighter slight guilt in how he’ll take a breather in the bathroom, or next to the vending machine, because there is a job to be done and it’s not hiding in the dark with his monsters. But Dr. 240-bucks-for-80-minutes says these breathers are needed for Jack to be the best at his job. For others. Something like that.

Unfortunately, Dr. 240 bucks for 120 minutes is right. Jack tries not to choke on the breath he can’t let go of. He tries to stay strong because he’s here at his job, so he tries to keep the walls standing up right and unblurred, which he should be able to do on good days. Easily.

It’s almost a strong stride to the bathroom until the nurse's station. Jack slows in his step, brows slightly furrowing as he looks around. Only by eyes, not by the turn of his head. 

And like that, under the scene of unprofessionalism, the way he feels is no longer unbreathable. So.

Thank you for that.

He doesn’t notice how quick he is to turn his sights back on you. This girl. No, this woman, just a younger woman…a nurse he’s never seen before.

You’re dead asleep. He means dead asleep. There’s no other name for the way your body leans its weight onto your swivel chair, head lifted back, breath deep.

It’s the 3rd most unprofessional thing he’s ever seen.

Jack lets out a breath. He takes one in. Let’s that one out, and it’s continuous as he studies the way you almost snore. He must’ve found it easier to breathe in standing instead of indulging his restlessness by pacing all over the trauma center. Makes sense. Makes a hell's lot more sense than this newbie who’s taking a nap on her shift. And Jack allows for the slight hand of his anger to curl. You are sleeping on the job without a care in the world, and considering that he’s never seen you before, you’re probably doing this while new to the crew. 

He ignores the ten seconds of the way he watches you almost-snore before he knocks his fist on your desk to wake you. 

“I’m up! I’m…I’m up.” 

You rub your eyes as you force yourself to sit up straight. Jack continues to stare as you collect yourself. 

Jack's eyes slightly narrow when he notices you're beautiful, but he doesn't think it, not when there’s a lecture to be had. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Jack tilts his head forward in a way that’s curt. 

“...I am glad you are. Considering that you’ve taken the hours when you’re on the clock as hours to have naptime, it’s good that I can see you’re apologetic.” It seems that you truly are in the way your brows twist in the soft lines of your face, as you scratch your nose.

Jack looks away. He puts his arms behind his back, squeezing his wrist because it feels right to do here. “That’s not what we’d consider professional. Or safe. For the patients we’re watching, I mean. I hope you know that?” 

“I know, I know. I promise you, sir–I’m not as stupid as I look right now. I think.” You pull on your scrub top, fixing the sleepful parts of you. “I arrived maybe ten minutes ago? I’m covering for…Princess.” 

“...I don’t think she was supposed to work tonight.” 

Jack blinks when you put your head in your hands, rubbing your temple.  

“I don’t even know, this is my first time working a night shift ever. I woke up to being called in, so here I am.” 

Jack blinks again when you spin in your chair. Not once, but twice in the way your voice goes high at the end of your sentence. 

Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?

You drop your smile when he doesn’t say anything, and yeah, it’s because you deserve to be a little uncomfortable with your mistake, but also…Jack doesn’t know what to say. 

“It won’t ever happen again, sir.” 

“No. Not if you keep to the day shift.” 

“Oh. Hopefully.” You swallow with a small smile, twirling a pen in your hands. “No offense to you night owls.” 

Jack doesn’t look away when your smile reaches him with your eyes on his. Why would he? 

The only other question to ask is why he knows his chest would feel less hot if he did. 

“Not everyone can find the dark shifts fun enough to stay up for.” 

“No, I enjoy a healthy sleep schedule too much–” You break your words with a yawn that you try to stop. Literally. It’s like you try to wave it up and out of your little neck. “...for that.” 

Jack’s brow furrows down with his eyes going slightly wide. You’re an oddball who’s pissed him off a little, and he wonders if this charming, sunny banter is purposeful to get him off your case. 

“Anywayssss, sorry for keeping you off duty, sir.” 

He won’t give you that satisfaction, because you aren’t supposed to be sleeping on the job. You won’t get away that easily. He means, he’ll quit when he sees a properly embarrassed pout, or something that can prove to Jack that you’re serious about said embarrassment…

Yeah. That’s why he doesn’t walk away to spend his last free minutes in the bathroom. You seem alright…bright, but if you’re new, you simply need to learn. It’s not against you, that’s just the way it is. 

“You decided to prioritize a healthy sleeping schedule before or after nursing school? Or did you realize how much you love to sleep when you decided to become an E.R nurse?” 

Jack lowers his eyes to where your elbow rests on the table as you let your chin fall into your palm. Is that purposeful too? The softness of it all? 

“Ha ha. I try my best, which is why this is my first night ever. I’m surprised I made it this far without taking up…what the darkness offers.”

…Should he kill himself for noticing the way you’re soft? Maybe. It isn’t professional how he notices, and it’s a bit intense, like he’s a schoolboy who can’t control the way he oogles. Whatever's going on with your face shouldn't make a different.

"...Sir?"

He’s not oogling, really. He’s noticing you’re pretty, and you’re lit in the way you’re pretty. He doesn’t know you, but with the way you smile even though you’re being snarkily reprimanded, with the way you tap your pen, with the way your hair shifts with every head tilt…that’s not on him. That just means you’re pretty. He’s not reacting to what he’s seeing. Besides, even if he was, killing himself would probably be the more unprofessional and intense thing, right?

Besides, a pretty face doesn't mean anything here. Not to him. Blood sprays far and wide.

“...Yeah. Well, if I find you again and I report you to healthcare management, you’re not making it further than tonight.” 

The way Jack says it, he’s pretty sure it was supposed to be serious in reprimand, maybe not, but it comes out weak in that context. He doesn’t know why it falls on his tongue like he’s joking with you. But really…he can’t keep up when you laugh. 

“So, I’m assuming I can’t eat at my desk either. Alrighty.”

Why can’t he keep up when you laugh? And how does he stare and turn away when you do? 

Why does the sound and look of you sear him at the skin and chest?

“Just–don’t knock yourself out on the clock again. You hear me? Not cool.”

Jack doesn’t care how he realizes then, when you nod curtly with your smile under your soft and blinking focus, he really doesn’t care for it…how he doesn’t have to ask for eye contact with you.

Even more so, he’s the one to look away first, as if he has to if he doesn’t want to feel the heat of the sun hurling towards him. That bit of Jack is lost and replaced with something unlike him, because why? 

“Can do.” 

This could be something he never has to think about again if he just leaves at that, if he continues to walk to do what he planned on doing five minutes ago, but for some reason, he’s willing to face whatever insecurities this introduction is brewing, because…despite all his flaws, his many, many flaws, acting like a shy and flustered little guy at the first sight of someone like you isn’t one of them. 

It takes ten seconds for you to look up at him again when you realize Jack hasn’t moved. 

“What’s your name?” 

Your smile drops. 

“Sir, please don’t report me to healthcare management–or Dana! God, no! I came in ten minutes ago, and I close my eyes for a minute and–” 

Jack goes to put the palms of his hand on the counter, but it’s a movement he decides against before putting his hands behind his back again. Well. One hand. The other makes a fist at his hip.  

“That was a joke. As long as you’re not kicking patients out their beds to use them, I wouldn’t risk this hospital losing nurses. It was a joke.” 

It became one, didn’t it? Your eyes close with your sigh. When they open, you take to looking at the tile.

“Hey. I was joking. I think.” 

This is familiar, the way he leans his head forward, slightly demanding your sight on him. This is him, and he deserves to be himself, apparently. Or, it’s good that you know he’s not a flustered stumbler if you’re gonna stick around. 

“I’m definitely going to take your word for my sake. Okay.” 

You stick out your hand with your name greeting him past your lips. Jack nods, and he doesn’t take his eyes off yours when he takes your palm firmly

He shouldn’t be proud that he does this without surprise, smacking him across the face, but he is when your name fully registers in his head. He’s heard about you before, as people hear about new people before they get the chance to meet them first. 

You’re the new nurse who showed up about three weeks ago.

You’re the new nurse. Robby’s nurse.

It hasn’t even been a month and in the chances he gets to spend his moments talking with Robby in the handing over of shifts, Robby's mentioned you way too fucking much. With your name in the squeezing of your smaller hand, Jack knows too much about you. He guesses that if you’re as capable and talented in your duties as Robby says you are, then it’s warranted. But still, he was happy to know the nursing shortage was challenged by the Pitt gaining a competent addition to the team at first, but in every other conversation, your name just happened to pop out of Robby’s mouth. 

“She’s just–it’s not just about having no complaints about her and her abilities. She’s great.” 

“...I gathered that, Robby. These past weeks, I’ve been a gatherer of information for our new nurse. Besides the last story and the last story, just tell me, does the sun shine out of her ass? 

Robby smiled a smile that was almost as bright as yours, even though Jack didn’t really ask it as something to laugh at, his words were dead in the pan.

“Medically speaking, yeah. You know, man–could just be that you’re expecting a good nurse and you end up with a great one who’s knowledgeable in a way that’s beyond her paygrade.” 

“All nurses are underpaid.” 

“I’m meaning…that she’s basically a third-year resident and a nurse combined. I don’t give her the tasks of a resident, but it’s like, like…if it came down to it, I could trust her with it. The tasks.”

“...Hopefully you’re not projecting this professional infatuation onto her, because the last thing I need is a cocky-connie trying to run my shifts.” 

And Robby gave him a look, as if their conversation was no longer banter. 

“Cocky-connie? That's just something you made up right now, and it’s not infatuation if she’s that fucking good, man. It’s just the truth. But you don’t gotta worry, she’s humble. She doesn’t wallow in self-degradation, but she’s just humble.” 

“Oh. Good. I’m wondering how I haven’t met the savior of Pittsburgh's nursing community.” 

“Yeah, she kinda makes sure to leave right when her shift’s over. Which is a shame for you, all her baked goods are gone in an hour.” 

“...She bakes?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

“...Okay. Robby?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Everything you’ve claimed her to be in the past half-month has been invalidated just now.” 

“What??” 

“The baked goods have gone to your head. I can’t trust your recommendation.” 

“Oh, come on, brother! People can have multiple talents, and this place can benefit from all of it.” 

“...Sir?” 

Jack blinks himself sober. “Sorry. Nice to put a name to the perpetrator.” He squeezes your hand again. “Jack Abbott.” 

You’re the first one to let go. 

You blink, mouth parting slightly. 

“Oh! Dr. Abbott, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

…He guesses Robby told you about him, or maybe it’s just the perpetual gossip that exists in the walls of this hospital that’s led his reputation before him. For a second, the tenseness of his hands begs the question, what have other people said about him to you?

Another question is begged at the curl of his palms, why the hell does he care?

“Robby’s told me so much about you. Dr. Robby.” 

Jack could scoff. There are things Robbie didn’t mention about you, and he’s assuming that was for a reason. 

“Good things? Or do I have to beat on him?" 

“I thought when we’d be introduced, there’d be light trailing you.”

Jack’s head shakes once. What?

“...What?” 

“You are apparently so, so badass. And also good at your job. I guess the latter is more important, or you’re badass because you’re so good? Anyways.” You scoot your chair in closer. “Excuse my language, I’m just surprised the sun doesn’t shine out of your ass with the way he talks about you.” 

…Huh.

Jack nods as if this is an expected thing to hear, because if he doesn’t, he’ll notice the way his face has gotten hot, and if he does, he’ll find a one-way ticket to the rooftop a reasonable thing to joke about. Ha-ha. 

“...Yeah, yeah. That’s good.” 

Apparently he’ll never make a quip as long as he lives.

“Yeah.” 

“...Yeah! Well, I guess I should actually do my job. Again, nice meeting you, Dr. Abbott.” 

Jack watches you get up from your chair and away from your desk. You nearly brush shoulders when you do. 

“Yeah. Nice meeting you.” 

He scratches the back of his ear as you walk away. 

“I better not find you knocked out in a supply closet.” 

His words almost echo, and he almost smiles when you throw a thumbs up without looking his way. 

When he turns back to the nurses station, whatever’s on his face drops immediately. 

“Dana?” 

“...Nothin’. See you met our new girl. She's smiley, ain't she?”

"I didn't notice."

"...I'm gonna let that one slide."

"What--"

"I'm taking my smoke break."

…Alright. The bathroom. The bathroom, right? Jack takes his way there. 

You’re alright, and he doesn’t know if he’ll see your capabilities tested tonight, but you’re alright. They’re lucky to have a new addition to the center to make the days…and nights easier, but he wouldn’t mind if it were a night. Singular.  

He wouldn’t mind if it were in the plural, either, he guesses. In the end, what he’s felt tonight are the bits of him that aren’t him, the unusual – and he’s allowed to be unusual when he’s meeting someone who can be that cheery and mutually quippy five minutes after waking up from the dead.  He’s allowed to feel confused about what he felt in his chest as much as he’s allowed to ignore it, and he’ll ignore it because it’s nothing. Nothing but a funny, pretty nurse who knows how to get out of trouble and make Robby go...gooey. If he ignores it…well then, he can take advantage of your talents without a problem. 

That and your possible baked goods. That he'll take advantage of.

Other than that, he’s sure the night will keep the distance between the two of you. Not that he isn't capable of doing that himself.

Not that he even has to, and that's nothing against you.

————————————————

Jack moves quicker when he sees you running towards him the next night. His brows rise with widening eyes. 

“...Well.” 

You look up at him with that same smile that finds the pit of his stomach, and when it happens, he almost doesn’t register the seven pudding cups in your hands. 

A surprise night two and he’s already seeping with…ridiculous, unnecessary ardor. If he can even call it that. But he’s not gonna blame you, you can’t be at fault for something that’s supposed to be nothing. Unless you know how unbaringly bright your smile is, and he’s not gonna create an issue for the suckers up in H.R just to ask a stupid fucking question. It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t, because there shouldn’t be a faltering on his end just from a smile and a laugh and some banter from the new nurse. There’s not.

But still, Jack kinda wonders if you do know. 

“Hey! Lookey, no need to sound Reveille for me.”

…No need to sound Reveille? 

“How much did Robby tell you about me?” 

“You’re too cool to keep a secret. But why? Did I say something–” 

“No. No. But…lookey indeed. You got lost in the dark to the point you couldn’t find your way back to the day shift?” 

Your smile softens with a sigh. “Yep, you and any other night-preferred physician are stuck with me for the next five days.”

His head gestures to the pudding cups. “Do I wanna know? Wait, rephrase. Do I have to know as your attending physician?” 

“Not really. Lucky you, Dr. Abbott.” 

Jack allows what's almost a smile to creep on his face, because this is sorta funny, and you know what? He’s glad to see you again, despite what’s seeping in against his best interest. Which is nothing.

He crosses his arms. 

“We’ve got you for the week, why?” 

“I was covering for Princess last night. She has COVID, and her mandatory five-day stay away from the world has me covering for her. So, if you’re empty-handed right now, there’s a man in room six desperate for a doctor to guide him through the motions of taking the light bulb out of his ass.” 

You’ve allowed yourself comfortability with Jack already. Even he wasn’t like this with Robby in the early days of their friendship. 

Maybe you don’t know how you smile or tilt your head or fiddle with your body language, because if it’s everyone that can see it, maybe they’re not purposeful or even impulsive decisions outside of what you usually do, it’s just who you are. Who the fuck ever knows who they are? 

Besides, if they were uncommon, purposeful movements, why would you choose to do them towards him? That’s where it seems pretty fucking impossible. 

“I was told you always leave exactly when your shift is done, and that seemed true last night.” 

It is. You took off the minute your time in the Pitt was over. But your smile faltering isn’t purposeful, Jack thinks. Here, he shames himself for yesterday, the way he was secretly relieved he didn't see much of you or you as a nurse during the shift. The begged questions wouldn't do him any favors with the night he was having. But the sun came up, and you were gone before anyone knew it.

He doesn’t know you, but for once, there’s almost something of a…serious nature on the lines of your face and lips. Just like that. 

“Yeah…yeah, you were told right. Responsibilities in the world outside our castle stop me from going above and beyond as a nurse. If there’s ever a moment, day or night, when I have to work overtime, I will definitely, but you know. Life.” 

“...Okay. For Pittsburgh's sake, let’s hope it never comes to that." Jack scratches his ear.

The name-dropping from his mouth is natural, he thinks. Acceptance at what's been given to him, turning fatigued lemons into banter-full lemonade, because you know what?

At the end of the day, he cares for the group of people he's partnered with. The people he teaches, the people he saves others alongside with. But none of them have ever made him feel likes he's bits of a newer, flustered-fuck of a man on the first day of meeting them. They don't affect him that way. You shouldn't.

He can play with them on occasion and is more than cordial. He should be no different with you.

"Am I able to look to you first for nursing assistance if I need it tonight, sleepy?

He crosses his arms when he can hear your footsteps halt past him. Saying it nearly dead-panned was purposeful.

“I cannot be given a nickname from a five-minute mistake. Please, Dr. Abbott.” 

“I’m not giving you a nickname, I haven’t known you long enough to deserve that kind of bullied affection. It’s just…” Jack delivers his word deadpanned, he turns to you with your face already pleading. His eyes shift quickly to the floor, then back to you with a curt nod or two. That’s purposeful. That’s feigning thought. 

He’s in a better mood tonight, he doesn’t know why. “It fits.” 

He can tell you stop yourself from rolling your eyes, because you’re probably smart enough to know where to tow the line when it comes to dry-humored conversations with a senior attending you barely know. 

“Are you saying I have to earn your professional friendship to earn your harassment?” 

“Let’s not use the word harassment, sleepy. Healthcare management has eyes everywhere.” 

“You know what, Dr. Abbott?” You ready a pudding cup in your hands, swinging it like you’re about to throw it. “Challenge accepted.” 

“Hey! Don’t–”

You throw the pudding cup that was never gonna be hard to catch. Still. 

You've accepted this easier than Jack would've thought. Sure, you're obvious in your light and...medical pep, but you're willing in play already.

Well. That reaction really shouldn't effect him either.

“Don’t throw objects in the walkways.” 

You begin walking backwards. 

“And don’t walk backwards.”

“If that name reaches the day crew, you’re in for it.” 

“...Excuse me?” 

And like that, you’re gone with a light jog when Jack can hear a voice screaming “Nurse!” throughout the curls of the halls. 

The strangeness of you found questions in Jack, too many for a night that’s tolerable. It would be too much for Jack and Jack alone, really…because maybe those feelings can be chalked up to what you claimed, a professional friendship, and despite the parts of his bones that are hardened, guarded, and whatever else his therapist accuses him of being, he’s not entirely closed off. Being closed-off doesn’t make a good doctor or caretaker; it doesn’t help anybody, especially not himself, if he somehow does deserve help by the end of the day. 

Nobody knows the whole of themselves, but these are the few things Jack is sure of, and with that, you're about to be what everyone else is to him: A person he can get along with. What more is needed?

————————————————

Dr. Jack Abbott is a nice man. A cool guy. And you’re glad you trusted Dr. Robby’s word on him. He is pretty badass. Even though there hasn’t been much chaos in the two shifts you’re partnered with him on, you can tell he’d be able to thrive under it. 

And he’s funny. He’s a person you can find yourself comfortable with easily. Although…it’s been a long time since you were yourself that you’re not sure if you should be giving credit to Dr. Abbott or to yourself for that, but–

“Sleepy.”

You jump when Dr. Abbott is just suddenly in front of you. 

“...Hey. I didn’t mean to make you jolt out of your seat, but…hi.”

But he’s gone now. You have more than enough time to figure who you are without him hurting you. 

“No–no. What’s up?” 

Dr. Abbott puts his hands at his sides. “Tonight’s the night you take me up on my offer. A lady’s in room seven with what looks to be a non-critical issue. Diaz was gonna check her in, put down the vitals and lab sheets for me, but with it being a slow night on your minor rotation…and with what I’ve heard about you,” His hands make his way up to the counter, one palm lies flat. “Am I allowed to put your skills to the test? Or should I let you take another nap?” 

You smile with your heart speeding in its beat. He’s funny. You think he likes you, or maybe he’s the person here that can be easy with others, make others smile. But, either way, the night shift isn’t looking to be so bad, after all. 

It doesn’t hurt that he’s so handsome either, not that that matters. But it’s…you’re in a place where it can and you won’t be hurt for it. You’re in a place where you can get along and care for others and you can exist for other people, people who you can tell are already great at their jobs, great at being. 

You can exist for others and not be bruised for it. That’s how it should be, your therapist says. It’s valid to feel guilty after how long you were with him, what he forced your mind to learn, but this is how it should be. 

“Of course.” 

…Even though you’re suddenly terrified. Still, you keep your smile along your face.

You are confident in your capabilities as a nurse, you have to be if you’re gonna be working with emergency patients, but you trust Dr. Abbott to be a great doctor, and even if he isn’t, he’s obviously a superior, and putting your skills out there for anyone to observe is terrifying, especially when you’re newer, you want to impress everyone, and that feeling is intense, the anxiety that comes at the idea that you won’t is even worse. 

But you’ve been through worse. You’ve felt worse. 

“Room seven, you said?” 

“Yep. I have some charts to finish, another patient to check on. When you’re done, come find me and give me a debrief.” 

“Alrighty, Dr.” 

You throw a salute at him. Dr. Abbott only confuses you when his brows go low with a stare. 

“...How much did Robby tell you about me?” 

“I don’t know what I’m saying that you would ask that.” 

“...Just get on the patient, please.” 

You do. She’s a 57-year-old woman named Lillian. She’s nice enough.

“What happened to that young Hispanic man? I was looking forward to being examined by him.” 

It’s the not worst sexual harassment you’ve ever witnessed or have received from a patient, but even in the shameless comment, you can tell she’s pale and uncomfortable. 

“I hope my face does just well enough, ma’am. You’re stuck with me. So, what’s exactly the matter, tonight?” 

You find that what’s been the matter with the patient for a while is that she was previously healthy to only come in with intermittent chest tightness, dyspnea, and a dry cough with a bit of lightheadedness. No on COVID. No on the flu, but most of her concern is how every hospital before yours claims it’s only a cold as her immune system weakens into old age. 

“Don’t worry, ma’am. We’ll try our best to stop you from feeling like this.” 

As you slowly make your way to Dr. Abbott at the nurse’s station, you do more than you’re supposed to in your head in thinking about her symptoms. You are a confident nurse. You’re proud to be one…even if it wasn’t your first career choice, but still, you do know you’re not supposed to be the one to make the conclusions. You can suggest, offer, assist, but you cannot allow your confidence to lie in the things you’re not allowed to do. 

Still, there’s something wrong here. It’s more than all the things that have been ruled out, and even though you know there is risk of seeming pushy or out of your depth at bringing up your theory to Dr. Abbott if he comes up with it first, but for the sake of the patient, you have to. The wellbeing of them outrules…the rules. 

This is not about seeming impressive to him…or to anyone, but if it does, you wouldn’t mind the emotional benefit of that. 

“Dr. Abbott.” 

Dr. Abbott turns around, stern in the movement…strong in the arms. You wonder if you’d noticed that before. 

“You’re done already?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“I was told to be expecting a mystery illness.” 

“Yeppers,” You hand him the chart and he’s quick to flip through it, studying it with a practiced eye. “She’s been two primary care doctors and urgent care before going to another E.R in Philly.”

He continues his study, and this is really the first time you’re able to see Dr. Abbott doing his job, and although he’s literally just looking at a chart, his focus is natural. Admirable.

“Normal ECG, troponins are slightly elevated but not screaming at us. Is the echo still pending?” You nod. “Labs are not gonna be for another couple of hours.” 

“Mhmm. But if it’s the same as the last department, they’ll probably run clean. Still,” 

“Mhmm. What?” 

“...Did you just mock me, Dr. Abbott?” 

“Mm-mm. What is it?” 

You stop yourself from rolling yourselves with the rush of blood against your arms. The way his jokes come out as if they’re fact, as if he’s not joking. 

The night shift isn’t so bad. And Dr. Abbott is more than a good man, he’s much too likeable already. 

“I’ll wait on the echo before I suggest anything.” 

Dr. Abbott looks up. He blinks before his eyes slightly narrow. 

“Alright. I suppose it’s my turn to examine her now, and whatever comes from my assessment, you’ll sit with me on the next patient after.” 

“Alright.” 

Your word is not unkind, but curt in a slightly lowered voice. 

You try to not let your smile get so wide when Dr. Abbott points a low finger. 

“I’m just going to state my rules, well, my preferences. I couldn’t have specifics rules for a nurse, I’m not your superior, Dana Evans is–” 

“Damn right.” 

It’s Dana flying past, covered in a fluid you will not ask about.  

You turn back to see Dr. Abbott’s eyes on you first. You suppose he’s more used to Dana or any nurse or fellow attending or resident covered in fluid. 

“If you’re gonna take to the night shift, I’d rather not have you mock me. But I’ll be in room seven with…” He takes his sights back to the chart before handing it back to you. “Lillian.” 

You wait a few seconds before Dr. Abbott’s away from you.

“Right back at ya.” 

You smile when Jack stops in his tracks. He takes two seconds to turn and takes seconds to stare at you when you blow a finger gun. His brows raise. His eyes go small. 

“You are so strange.” 

Your smile keeps at his simple statement, despite the fact that you’re shocked at his easy bravery. You suppose you’re glad he can already feel comfortable around you to bully, that makes for good teamwork. That seems to be the truth for your time with Dr. Robbie, and his little group of residents and students you’re trying to get to know. 

He turns back, and for the next twenty minutes, he’s gone. 

Dana’s suddenly next to you, chair against chair. She sighs shakily.

“People need to stop shoving shit up their anuses. At the very least, the country needs to make a law against it. Why is it that every nurse that has been and is to be will encounter butt stuff?

“I don’t know about lawmaking, Dana. That won’t stop anyone.” 

The blonde woman smiles thinly, but sweetly before it fades slightly. 

“How’s the night shift treating ya, so far?”

“Alright, actually.” 

“...How’s Abbott?” 

Dr. Abbott? “He’s great. For a conversation where I’m bullied, I mean. But he’s a pretty good doctor, yeah?” 

“One of the best, don’t tell him I said that. Tell him I said he’s good. Just enough praise to situate confidence, but not enough to build an ego. Same goes for Robbie.” 

You chuckle at Dana’s rightful plan, chin resting on your hand when you squeak your chair closer to her. 

“...How do the others like him?” 

You already regret the question when Dana’s brows raise, but you don’t know why, it’s just a question where you want to see if the others you’re getting to know like him as much as you do. 

You like him. And that’s okay. You can exist around him and it’s not a crime. 

Nothing about the way you feel deserves punishment. Remind yourself of that if you want the way you smile and the way you want to make others laugh and feel good feel real. If you want to be yourself. 

“In this department, with his ability? He’s easy to like and learn from. He’s not sunshine in a can like you, but you’ve obviously seen he’s able to…appear like he has a will to live.”

“...Sunshine in a can?” 

You’re completely confused in the way you blink quickly. 

“You’ve been here for almost a month and one would think we suddenly have a teddy-bear rotation. The fact that I have not come to resent your constant smiling or surprise granola says something about you.” 

“...Dana–” 

“Take the compliment, sunshine. If I have to hear our Mckay bitch about the lack of brownies since you’ve been put on the night shift, that means you belong here.” 

You smile small, and you’re smile being small doesn’t mean it’s any less genuine, but the idea of people perceiving you, or at the very least, your charge nurse perceiving you as someone who already belongs here makes your heart unbelievably shy. 

You’re glad that the person you can finally be is a person others like, but even in the confidence you need to relearn, you’ll keep that thought down for the sake of being humble. 

“Tell Cassie the day shift will have assorted scones ready for them when I come back. And speaking of my sunny absence, how’s you with the double shifts?”

“It’s probably my 15th anniversary of double shifts tonight. Maybe you can join me for once this time. Stop running for the door the minute your shift is done.” 

You try to smile.

"Hey, it's your one flaw, I'll take what I can get--"

“Sleepy,” You and Dana both look up at Dr. Abbott in front of you two, arms stretched out, palms flat on the counter. “On your feet, we’ll leave Evans to take a nap she actually deserves. Seriously, slugger, you running back and forth tonight worries me.” 

You almost moan when Dana’s mouth parts with a scoff readied on her tongue. “Sleepy? Oh, sweetie, that’s much better than sunshine.” 

You only burn when Dr. Abbott looks at you, then Dana, then you again, all with a stiff head and unblinking eyes. 

“Let’s go.” 

And you can only mouth “why?!” at Dana as you walk backwards behind him. 

“Stop doing that, please.” 

You stop walking backwards. 

“Thank you.” 

Before you know it, you’re standing alongside the newly introduced attending in the intake bay. A patient’s chart rests in his hands, and there. He’s focused again. 

His face is beautiful in his stern, simple sight, and the only issue is your instinct to blush instead of teasing him about it, so you try to focus on what must be the rare reprieve of the night shift, no drunk college kids or wounds from bar fights, right? The fluorescent light hum you know this place for is almost enough to not notice the way Dr. Abbott scratches his leg, and when he does, the pant leg pulls up by a few inches. 

And what’s underneath is metal instead of flesh and bone. Another life that’s built into him. 

Oh. To sound the reveille. The salute. The leg. Or lack thereof. That’s probably a cruel thought to have. You’re sorry. 

He must be a vet, and although you like him, and you want to get to know more of him, you feel like knowing that now without Dr. Abbott’s own words feel wrong. But you can’t think like that. 

These simple things do not deserve punishment. 

You clear your throat, dropping your body on a wheeled stool to spin. And spin. 

Dr. Abbott doesn’t look back down when he looks up at you.

“What are you doing?”

“You look like you’re trying to decode the Zodiac letters.” 

The small, clueless smirk you pressed your lips together for fades when Dr. Abbott puts the chart to his chest, and his face is plain, but already, you can tell by his eyes that he doesn’t find the joke in this. 

You stop spinning. 

“You must be very good at baking. Good on you.” 

You blink. “Oh! My reputation precedes me. And I am, if I do say so myself…” You blink again. 

Is he saying what you think he’s saying? 

“Dr. Abbott, if…my attempts–if I ever get too much, you can tell me. Whatever you’ve heard about me, I can assure you, I’ve definitely caused eye-rolls before.” 

Dr. Abbott gives you no reaction. You can’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but the way he simply looks back down at the chart strikes you. You swallow. 

Impress. Make do. Make people feel good. 

“Let me guess–non-traumatic, vague abdominal pain, vitals are stable, and the labs could bore you?” 

Dr. Abbott looks up and holds the chart over his legs, his head slightly lifted, but his eyes only on you. 

“There’s nausea, some lightheadedness. Minor tachycardia but not sustained. He says it gets worse after meals. Negative for ulcers. No fever. Nothing glaring at us in the CBC or BMP. You’ve ever caught smoke with your bare hands?” 

You shake your head. He blinks. Oh. 

“Of course you haven’t.” You try not to smile when he shakes his head. “I’d say it feels pancreatic, but the clarity on that isn’t as clear as I’d like it to be. Could be early gallbladder, but the imaging’s clean. I could go get Dr. Shen, or leave it to Robby in the morning for a second opinion but…I don’t know, sleepy.” 

“Can I?” 

You point to the curtain and Dr. Abbott doesn’t take a moment to nod, he only crosses his arm and narrows his head. 

You end up glancing through to see the patient. He’s mid-thirties, male. Seemingly alert and coherent, annoyed but not in distress. 

“May I?” 

Your hand gestures to the chart in Dr. Abbott hands and he gives it to you to study. Here, you wonder what it is he’s trying to do with you exactly, other than figuring out the situation with the new nurse he’s only met yester-night. 

…Is he challenging you? Trying to disprove what others believe? It makes you wonder what’s exactly been said about you to the point where Dr. Abbott or anybody else would think you’re more capable than the average nurse (and the average nurse is nothing short of God here in the Pitt, you think). 

And then you wonder what it is about the other parts of you that might make it harder for him to believe you are what you are, which is a nurse that knows more than she should. 

You can’t blame Dr. Abbott exactly, considering you were just playing spinsies on the chair two minutes ago. Still, the answer to his problem comes to you easily, and you can’t help but wonder what face he’ll make when you tell him. 

“I’m seeing he started a new ‘clean eating’ thing two weeks ago?” 

“No red meat, high fiber, the load of raw veggies.” 

You nod thoughtfully after he drags out the word load on his tongue. “Did you palpate the LLQ?” 

Really. You try not to smile when Dr. Abbott makes no face, but only shifts his crossed arms to folding his knuckles over his stomach. That says enough. 

“Yeah. He winced. No rebound, but no rigidity.” 

“And what about percussion on the sigmoid? Or the gas pattern?” 

And even though you’re not looking, you can feel his eyes watching you, asking a question. 

How the hell do you know exactly what to ask?

“...Some distension, but nothing dramatic. You…what are you seeing in this chart that I’m not?” 

You smile something that all too quickly turns into a smirk. You hate to break down your humbleness the way you do when you hand Dr. Abbott the chart.

“I’m thinking, and only thinking, not diagnosing–that’s your job. But…it could be acute colonic pseudo-obstruction.” 

You lean against the wall, growing taller on your tippy toes and dimples coming along wide. 

Dr. Abbott flips through the chart. 

“He’s ticking all the boxes, don’t you think? Sudden dietary shift, high fiber, gas buildup, some mild nausea. It’s rare, so I don’t mean to think of zebras instead of horses, but if the labs and tests are coming up empty with more common illnesses, you can claim it’s not impossible in a younger patient, you know? The imaging’s not gonna catch it, and even if it did, no one thinks to look for Early Ogilvie’s in someone his age. 

You let the Dr. blink in the moment of silence. 

He puts the chart down on the counter before leaning against it. 

“You’re serious.” In the moment, you’re almost thankful for him taking his sights off you to watch the sterile glow over the tile, but when he looks back up at you, there’s something new in his eyes. It’s odd, you try your best to be confident in the way you talk, the way you comfort patients and your colleagues, but you don’t think you could be as confident with your eyes as Dr. Abbott is with his, but you hope your confidence has the same effect as his focus. 

That it puts trust in others. 

“Ogilvie’s?”

You shrug before leaning into Dr. Abbott’s space, you only do it for dramatics as you whisper. “Just a theory, but I’d put my money on it. You, good sir, could ask for KUB focused on his distal colon, or maybe a contrast if you want to go fancy. But you probably already know that, because if everyone thinks you’re great, well…what can I do but follow?” 

You think that after this, you have to keep looking in his eyes, because what’s the point of proving yourself to him if you can’t appear confident in your proof? Still, you’re thankful that he’s the one to look away first. 

“If you’re right, excellent job.” 

And there it is again, your veins and bones trying to sit still when it faces a compliment. 

“...Thank you–” 

“Excellent.”

And they possibly can’t when you realize that Dr. Abbott is truly serious in his words. Almost…breathless, but that must be how he sounds when he’s not facetiously bullying you. Still, you have to stop the corners of your brain close in on its believability. 

Impress, but relearn how to accept the praise when you finally do. 

But here…it’s different with Dr. Abbott, and you couldn’t know why, but it’s easy for your system to accept his praise, and maybe it's because it wants it badly enough that it’s willing to ignore his voice. His words. 

“If you’re wrong, I will call on Evans to severely reprimand you.” 

“I’ll start a betting pool when you walk off to order the imaging.” 

Dr. Abbott nods before lifting himself away from you and your sights, and it’s only a matter of this being a calm shift that you’re able to sit next to Dana again. 

You only regret when you meet her knowing look. What could she know? You wouldn’t.

“Aw, shit. You glowing from your diagnostic confidence or from Abbott’s praise when you did whatever the fuck it is you did this time?” 

“...I’m allowed to be proud of when I’m right.” 

“Mhm-hm.” Whatever it is that Dana’s unconvinced about, you can tell she is still when she stands up with two pats to your shoulders. “Sure.”

And when she walks away from you, she’s only more unconvinced when she meets Abbott in the walkway. 

“Her. What is with her? How do…others like her?” 

And Abbott’s only as confused as you when Dana snorts.

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It was just all...so different in my head.