fairydust!

she/her • black

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MASTERLIST!

Welcome to my blog and my masterlist!

Requests are welcome !! Minors DNI!!!!

MARVEL

JOHNNY STORM

Open Arms - Johnny Storm x reader

I Want You - Johnny Storm x reader

Not Fair - Johnny Storm x reader

DC

ADRIAN CHASE

12 to 12 - Adrian Chase x reader

Normal Girl - Adrian Chase x reader

CLARK KENT

When Did You Get Hot - Clark Kent x reader

STRANGER THINGS

STEVE HARRINGTON

Room for one more? - Steve Harrington x reader

THE ROOKIE

TIM BRADFORD

Sugar Talking - Tim Bradford x reader

Sugar Talking Alt Ending - Tim Bradford x reader

TOP GUN MAVERICK

BOB FLOYD

Don’t Smile- Bob Floyd x reader

Undressed- Bob Floyd x reader

M2M - Bob Floyd x reader

Diamond Boy (M2M part 2) - Bob Floyd x reader

Juna- Bob Floyd x reader

Futile Devices PART 1 / PART 2 - Bob Floyd x reader

THE BEAR

CARMY BERZATTO

How Does it Feel? PART TWO - Carmy Berzatto x reader (Ongoing)

I Wanna Be Yours - Carmy Berzatto x reader (Completed)

MARCUS BROOKS

Baby I’m Yours - Marcus Brooks x reader

RICHIE JERIMOVICH

Casual - Richie Jerimovich x reader

One Thing - Richie Jerimovich x reader

Bleed - Richie Jerimovich x reader

LUCA

Cologne PART 1 / PART 2- Luca x reader (On hold)

THE PITT

JACK ABBOT

YKWIM? - Jack Abbot x reader

YKWIM? II. - Jack Abbot x reader

It’s Just Us - Jack Abbot x reader

PARKER ELLIS

back of the club - Parker Ellis x reader

is it new years yet? - Parker Ellis x reader

[unoqlo]

rolandgarros: Everybody wants this ✨ (-)

[princess-angel-23]

When you're a black girl in a mostly white fandom

[justanonymouswriter]

Sweet tea

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ Sammie Moore x fem black!reader ‧₊ ♪˚⊹

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ word count: 744

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ Summary: You're apart of a wealthy family in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Sammie Moore has had his sights on you for the longest. He hears you mention you're moving to Chicago for college. He realizes this is his last chance to confess his true feelings before you leave Clarksdale forever.

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ a/n: I love me some Sammie. Ouuwee, sorry guys. This will have a part 2. Enjoy! I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

Your brother reluctantly accompanies you at the bookstore, watching you look through books. There was Sammie across the street trying not to stare, because he didn’t want to seem like a creep. Nonetheless, he’s staring, watching you stack the books in your brother’s hands. You’re the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. He especially stares at you at church. Your soft voice blending in with the rest of the crowd, and your lingering eyes meet his. Your father is a doctor, and your mother is a housewife, who hosts events at your house. You, on the other hand, were a bit different. Sometimes reality was too much to bear, resulting in you having your head in books. Sammie noticed that about you. When he’d see you at meetings with your mother and other women, he’d see a book in your grasp under the table. He’d walk past the window, tipping his hat towards you, not wanting to interrupt. You’d flash him a smile, wanting him to rescue you from the upcoming conversation on your studies.  

“Come on, y/n, I have a case to review” you roll your eyes at your brother's complaints. You don’t let him see, because he’s the one buying. He stands in front of you, purchasing the books, and carrying the bag. Your eyes catch Sammie’s, and goodness gracious. His dark brown eyes are beautiful; how long has he been staring? You follow your brother back to his car, but you make sure to wave. As always, Sammie tips his hat. The sun is almost set, and you swing on the porch swing. A book in your hand and your mind lost in the world that’s written before you. So much so, you don’t hear the footsteps walking up to your porch. “Ahem,” the deep voice catches your attention. “Sammie, hi!” you say happily, you slide your feet into your house shoes.  

Your arms wrap around his neck, inhaling his scent of wood and a mix of fried fish. “What brings you here?”. He takes off his hat, holding it to his side. The truth was, he didn’t know. Something pulled him to your house, to hear your voice say his name with such delight. “I was on a walk...”. You smile at him and grab his hand. “Let’s get you some sweet tea,” you pull back the screen door. The air from the air-conditioner cools his slightly sweaty body. He didn’t know your mother was at brunch and your father was dealing with a patient. Leaving you two, alone. “I just made it earlier today,”. You happily trot to the kitchen, grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet. You wash out the cup, then let sweet tea fill it from the pitcher. He stands beside you, leaning on the counter. He knows it’s wrong, but he watches how the dress flaunts your behind.  

His grip on the counter tightens when you bend over to put the pitcher back. You hand him the cup with a bright smile. He takes it happily; his hands brush yours during the exchange. Your heart practically skips; the single brush of his hand makes your body light up like a flame. “You can tell me if it’s good,” you say, grabbing the lid covered bowl containing fruit salad. Your mother makes it every Sunday. You two sit on the porch, admiring the view. Your fork pokes into the pineapple, letting the wind slightly move your dress. Sammie never notices, because he’s listening to you talk. 

“My mother keeps talking about sending me to Chicago to live with my aunt,” you don’t notice, but he does. Your eyes are filled with sorrow; he knows you want to say more, but you don’t. “She’s only trying to give you a better life, you’re smart. You can reach your potential there.” His calming voice assures you. You know he’s right, but an unsure feeling remains inside you. There’s something or someone; Mississippi has that Chicago doesn’t. “I know” you pout slightly at the thought of leaving the town behind. The only person you know in Chicago besides your aunt is your best friend, Irene. She moved there to become a beautician.  

“Hey” his voice catches your attention. His thumb rubs across your hand; his eyes flick to yours. “You’re going to be alright, I’ll even come to visit you...”. Your heart swells at the thought, him coming to visit you in Chicago.  

“You promise?” 

“I swear” 

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ taglist ‧₊ ♪˚⊹

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[lovergirlcinema]

Jack Abbot x Whitaker's Roommate

jack abbot x black! reader

Summary: After an unexpected visit to the ER, you and Dr. Jack Abbot begin a mutual attraction to each other that involves flirty and poorly-concealed innuendos. Will things progress for the two of you, or will you find out that it's better to stay friends? Stay tuned to watch these two idiots in love.

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: Showing up to the Night Shift

Part 3: Showing up to the Day Shift

Part 4: First Dates

Part 5: Thirsty for Jack

Part 6: Jacks Wants to Spoil His Girl

Part 7: Jack is Dodging Intimacy (18+)

Part 8: Jack Helps out with Your Hair

Part 9: Main Hoes..and Side Pieces

Part 10: You and Jack Traumatize Dennis (18+)

Part 11: Jack Takes Care of His Sick Baby

Part 12: You Take Care of Jack (18+)

Part 13: Jack tells his Therapist About You

Part 14: Happy Birthday, Jack

Part 15: Jack’s Neigbor Has Beef with You

Part 16: The Pregnancy Scare

Part 17: Jack’s New Music Taste

Part 18: Jack Meets Your Parents

Part 19: Jack Comes to the Cookout

Part 20: The PTMC Crew Meet Your Sisters

Part 21: You’re Being a Brat so Jack Handles It (18+)

Part 22: Jack Can’t Reach You During PittFest

Part 23: You Celebrate Jack’s Wife Birthday

Part 24: Jack Goes Ring Shopping

Part 25: You Get Insecure about Jack and Samira

Part 26: Jack Abbot is so Freaked Out (18+)

Part 27: The One with the Proposal

Part 28: House Hunting with Jack

Part 29: The Ménage-à-trois (ft. Michael Robinavitch) (18+)

Part 30: You and Jack Argue for the First Time

Part 31: Jack Buys You a Puppy

Part 32: You Go Wedding Dress Shopping

Part 33: Strangers (18+)

Part 34: The Fourth of July

Part 35: Things are Bad Again

Part 36: We Can't Be Friends

Part 37: I Want Us Back

Part 38: Couple’s Therapy

Part 39: Penance (ft. Michael Robinavitch) (18+)

Part 40: The Wedding Weekend (18+)

Part 41: Loading….

[badgirlgonewild]

💚 Masali Baduza 💚

[pinayelf]

thinking abt that person who left that tag on my post abt colorism abt how us brown/black ppl should just "make our own stuff" instead of complaining

and i always think abt how i kinda resent the fact that now that we have more black and brown princesses they don't really get the sweeping swoony fairytales like the white ones did

raya and moana don't get a love story. tiana was a frog for most of the movie. they retconned the love story for asha in wish

maybe unpopular opinion but yeah its cool to show girl power and girls can be independent from men but man i just want to see a black or brown princess who gets to be the princess the prince saves from the dragon lol

and when i do make this stuff ppl will call it hetslop

[pagesandpasses]

i love x black reader/black!fem reader so much

[jessaerys]

that tumblr is obsessed with whitaker from the pitt is a great reminder that 95% of people have dogshit taste just absolutely bland as hell insipid gray sludge penchants and predilections. litany against craving the validation of mass popularity

[vigilantexreader]

kiss it better

Adrian Chase x Reader

synopsis: Checkmate hires a new medic. Adrian starts wondering if he needs to get shot more often. Inspired by this tumblr post because it is soooo him

tags/warnings: fluff!!!, Adrian gets hurt a lot (not on purpose but he thinks about it), medic!reader, coworkers to lovers

word count: 3k

i don’t want to miss you like this part 2 coming on tuesday- for now have some fluff!! Thank you @embeanwrites for looking this over for me!

Masterlist

Not many people in Adrian’s life are particularly nice to him.

Even his best friends are mean. Not in a cruel way. It’s the way the 11th Street Kids are, the way they’ve been since the beginning. Jabs back and forth, sometimes playful, sometimes with a little edge, but never truly vicious. Maybe it’s not the healthiest way to bond or build a friendship, but it works for them. They love each other, in their strange, sharp ways.

He’s used to Chris calling him an idiot. He’s used to parsing out John’s sarcastic comments. He’s used to the barbed words that Harcourt throws his way. He’s used to Adebayo’s exasperation, however fond.

But when Checkmate hires a new medic, and Adrian meets you—it throws him off. Because you don’t say anything mean to him. You’re nice, actually. Sweet. It makes him a little suspicious. He keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It’s not often he needs help, anyways. You’re a field medic. Adrian, usually, can just walk things off. A shallow stab wound is fixed by a two hour nap. He’s been resetting his own dislocated joints for years. For quite a while, he manages to scrape by without you. He’s been downplaying his injuries for months, whether he’s been trying to avoid you or impress you, he’s not sure. (Probably avoid you, because you make him nervous.)

Until one day, he can’t. He could deal with the bullet wound on his own if it went clean through his shoulder, go home and sleep it off, but it didn’t—it’s still lodged somewhere in the muscle of his bicep when he, Chris, and Economos make it back to the Checkmate building. And he can’t reach it, so someone needs to dig it out.

His two best friends are laughing at him. He tries not to be pissy about it. He’s used to their bullshit.

“Come on dude. That guy was smaller than Judomaster! You really let him get a shot in?” Economos says, loud enough for the entire office to hear.

“Go see the doctor,” Chris teases, pushing Adrian in the direction of your tiny office, an infirmary outfitted with medical equipment. “Maybe you’ll get a lollipop out of it.”

“Fuck off!” Adrian snaps, but he’s grumpy, because John is right. He should’ve seen it coming, should have dodged the bullet from that wimpy asshole. The guy wasn’t even fucking meta, for god’s sake—and now he’s got this burning bullet buried in his shoulder, and it hurts like a motherfucker. “Fuck. Goddamnit.”

He yanks off his mask as he stomps into your office and tosses it onto a table. You look up with surprise, a bit startled, but you jump up when Adrian starts to reach for the wound, stopping him with two gentle hands.

“Hey! Don’t touch it, let me,” you say, voice soft, already reaching for supplies. “Let’s take a look at you.”

You pry carefully at his shoulder armor to pull it loose, and he exhales sharply as it jostles his shoulder, irritating the wound.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“I’m sorry,” you say calmly. “Gotta see it if I’m gonna fix it, sweetheart.”

Adrian feels himself flush hot at the pet name, with embarrassment and anger, and he’s ready to bite back with a scathing remark, but when he looks at your face—your brow furrowed with concentration, your mouth turned into a focused frown. You’re not making fun of him. You’re just—being kind. And he doesn’t know what to do with that. Whatever biting words he was going to say die on his tongue in an instant. He knows how to respond to the sharp jabs from his friends, but your low voice and tender touch leave him speechless.

“Bullet’s still in there, huh?” you say sympathetically, cleaning out the wound carefully. You reach for your sanitized tweezers. “Looks like it’s still in one piece, at least. You want something for the pain, or do you want me to just go for it, get it over with?”

“Just go for it,” Adrian grumbles. He’s had worse.

He stays quiet, sits with gritted teeth and watches you as you dig the bullet out of his muscle, sanitize the gaping hole left behind, and stitch it up, bandaging it with care. He doesn’t even whine about it dramatically like he usually does, even though it fucking hurts. He focuses instead on the touch of your fingertips, the little dip between your eyebrows where they’re furrowed with concentration. 

It’s nice, he realizes, not having to do this by himself. It hurts less, even—he’s got plenty of practice treating his own wounds, but your well-trained hands work with experienced ease. When you’re finished, you tap lightly on his chest to signal that you’re finished.

“Doing okay?” you ask, and he nods wordlessly, looking at you with wide eyes. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No,” he says, his voice cracking. He clears his throat, cheeks flushing. “Um. Thank you.”

“Just doing my job,” you smile. “My door is open, Adrian. I know you like to take care of things yourself, but I’m here, any time you need me.”

Adrian smiles too, but it’s a little wobbly. He feels like his world has been thrown out of whack. Because you’ve shown him a different kind of friendship, something softer than he’s used to.

He likes it. He likes it a lot.

Adrian starts spending more time with you after that. He’d been avoiding you, he admits to himself, but now he’s realizing he didn’t need to. He’s not great with new people. But you’re different. No one has ever treated him the way you do, with such unrelenting kindness.

He makes regular pit stops in your office when he returns from missions now, whether he needs something as simple as a band-aid or as serious as stitches to hold him together through the rest of the day before he can make it home to sleep. If he was avoiding you before, he does the opposite now, and people are starting to notice.

“Dude, you gotta stop staring,” Chris says one day in the office, watching Adrian’s eyes locked on you through your open office door. “You’re being weird.”

Adrian does not stop staring. “They're so nice. Maybe I should get shot more often.”

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Chris says. “And you say dumb shit, like, every day.”

“See, this is what I mean. They would never say that to me.”

He keeps thinking, too, about the touch of your fingers on his skin. A sensation he normally hates so much, but god, he wants it again. He wants more of it, all the time. It’s the only time he ever feels his brain really go quiet. When you’re touching him.

So, he finds every tiny excuse to go see you. 

“I got a paper cut earlier,” he says, a tad overdramatically. “It might be infected. I could die. Sepsis is the number one quiet killer, they say.”

“Is that what they say?”

“You’re the medical professional,” Adrian says. “You tell me.”

You reach for his hand, bringing it up to your face and squinting. “Oh, yeah, I see it. That’s a bad one, sweetheart. Might need to amputate.” He grins as you clean it up and wrap a band-aid around it. “All better.”

He likes it when you baby him. You fuss over him like no one else ever has, even his own family—every bump and scratch is worthy of your attention, and you never, ever turn him away or call him annoying or tell him to fuck off or call him an idiot.

He just wants someone to take care of him, he realizes. And you don’t seem to mind the way he leans into your touch, in those quiet moments after missions, when he’s bruised and bleeding and more than a little vulnerable.

He feels like you really see him, not the facade he puts on. When the mask comes off, and he’s not the suave masked Vigilante anymore, but he’s also not dorky Adrian. He’s just him, and that’s all he has to be, and no matter what you’ll be gentle and calm and caring.

One day, he drops by for you to stitch up a knife wound on his forearm, pleased that it stretches almost the entire length of his arm because it means he gets to hang out with you for even longer. Every pinch of the suture needle in his skin is worth it for the chance to crack stupid jokes and make you laugh while you work, and the feeling of pride swelling in his chest, that he’s the one to make you smile like that, is far more potent than the stinging of the wound.

Harcourt pokes her head in to ask you a question when you’re almost done. “Hey, on this report—” She pauses and cocks her head, looking at Adrian strangely. “Chase, do you even really need to get stitched up? With your healing factor? Can’t you just sleep it off?”

“Healing factor?” you ask, confused, and Adrian freezes. He hasn’t mentioned it to you.

“Um,” he says.

“He heals in his sleep,” Harcourt says. “You never thought that might be pertinent information for the medic to know, Chase?”

“Um,” he says again.

Harcourt rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Weirdo. You want to sit here and get stabbed by a needle repeatedly and unnecessarily, be my guest. I’ve got work to do. Come see me when you’re done, I have a question about your field report.”

The room is silent when she leaves.

“Should I even finish these?” you ask, gesturing to the half-done stitches on his forearm with a raised eyebrow. “Or will you be fine without them?”

“I’ll need them until I go to sleep tonight,” Adrian admits. “I do have to make sure I’m cleaned up and disinfected before I fall asleep. But after that, I’ll probably be okay.”

Your brow furrows, and you look at him strangely, but you don’t call him a weirdo like Harcourt or dumb like Chris. You’re just curious, he thinks, and a bit confused. But you finish up the stitches quietly, and Adrian tries to ignore the way his heart threatens to pound out of his chest as he looks down at you, bent over his arm, touching him so delicately.

“You’re good to go, Adrian,” you say softly when you’re finished. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, because he feels—weirdly guilty? “I don’t—I don’t want you to think I’ve been, I don’t know, wasting your time—”

“You’re not a waste of time,” you say quickly. “You could never be a waste of time.”

He offers you a tiny smile. “Thank you.”

Over the next few months, Adrian starts to look forward to his missions not because he gets the chance to kill more people, but because he gets the chance to pull risky stunts that might get him shot or stabbed or concussed or otherwise injured.

He never does those things on purpose. He’s not that crazy. But maybe he’s a little bit insane, because he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t hope that some asshole would dislocate his elbow or slice him across the chest, because then he might have a good excuse for you to touch him again, the way he’s been dreaming about.

It finally happens on a late-night drug bust. Someone whacks him in the face with the butt of a gun, and he nearly blacks out. On the verge of unconsciousness, the thing that keeps him awake is the spike of adrenaline that comes from the excitement that he gets to go see you after this.

He’s practically beaming when he walks into your office, a bruise forming around a cut at his temple, the skin at his cheekbone scraped and red, his lip split. Your jaw drops when you see him.

“What the fuck happened to you?” you ask frantically, jumping out of your seat and moving him over to a chair. He smiles when your hands cup his cheeks, turning his head from side to side as you assess him. His widening smile makes his lip split even more, but he doesn’t care.

“Got pistol-whipped,” he says brightly. You frown.

His eyes flutter shut when you lean in close, your warm breath fanning over his cheeks as you swipe an alcohol-soaked cotton pad over the broken skin at his temple. His head is throbbing. But it’s worth it, he thinks, as you stand between his thighs and he takes a deep breath and inhales the scent of you. He’d endure pain worse than this for the chance to be close to you, for even a little while.

“You know, I really don’t like it when you come back from missions covered in blood, Adrian,” you tell him matter-of-factly.

“You don’t?”

“No! I would very much prefer it if you returned to the office without a head wound,” you say. “I would like it if you never got injured at all, actually.”

“But then I wouldn’t have an excuse to come see you,” he says, confused.

“You don’t need an excuse to come see me, silly. I always want to see you,” you laugh. His breath catches in his throat.

“You mean I didn’t have to let that guy get in a good hit so I had a reason to talk to you tonight?”

“No,” you say. “Are you telling me you let some bad guy whack you in the face? Why the hell would you do that? Take your glasses off for me.”

He pouts. “But then you’ll get blurry,” he complains. “And I like looking at you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh huh. I think you might be concussed.”

“Not concussed,” he says firmly, and with a burst of bravery, he continues, “You’re just pretty. And nice to me.”

You go all shy at his words as you clean up his sweaty, bleeding forehead and place a bandage at his temple. “Forgive me if I check anyway.”

Adrian obediently walks through the concussion protocol with you while you disinfect the scratch on his cheek and treat his split lip, and he passes with flying colors.

“Huh,” you say. “You really aren’t concussed.”

“Told ya.”

“Well. You’re all done, then,” you say, smiling softly. Adrian sighs as your hands fall away from his face, wishing they would linger there longer, wanting to reach up and hold your hands against his cheeks. “Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“So no need for me to kiss it better?”

Adrian’s mouth falls open, because—since when is that an option? “I—wh—no. Wait. It hurts so much. I was confused, you know, head wounds and all. Maybe I do have a concussion, you should check again—”

He falls silent when you press your lips, so soft, to the top of his forehead, right next to the bandage. It sets his heart racing. Then you move down and kiss his cheek. He inhales a shaky breath, and waits, but you just look at him.

“You forgot one,” Adrian says, trying not to sound as desperate for it as he feels. He taps his split lip with a gloved finger. His heart beats into overdrive as you lean in, and he feels your soft lips press against the corner of the uninjured side of his mouth.

“Kiss me for real tomorrow,” you whisper when you pull away. “When you’re not actively bleeding.”

Adrian lets out a whine, because you are so, so, close to where he wants you, and he really could not give less of a fuck if he’s bleeding all over the place, he just wants to kiss you now.

“Well. Head injuries are—finnicky, aren’t they?” he says nervously. “You should really—take me home. Keep an eye on me.”

You hesitate, but when he reaches out and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to him—your resolve melts. It’s the first time he has touched you, really shown you that he wants you. You bite your lip and let your fingers card through his hair. He hums. He likes the way it feels.

“I’ve got some paperwork I was in the middle of,” you say. You nod toward the cot in the corner of your office. “Why don’t you take a nap while I finish up?”

“And when I wake up, and my body has fixed itself, you’ll let me kiss you for real?”

You smile. “Yeah.”

Adrian pushes you gently out of the way, nodding eagerly. “I need to go to sleep right now.”

He makes a beeline for the cot in the corner and lays down instantly, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. You laugh, and he blinks one eye open to look at you.

“What? The sooner I fall asleep, the sooner I get to kiss you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m impatient.” He shuffles around on the cot, fidgeting, trying to get comfortable.

“No shit.”

“Sit with me,” he pouts, and you look at his sad, beat-up face, sigh, and grab your laptop.

You sit next to him, prop your computer on your knees, and get to work. Adrian plops himself down into your lap like it’s the safest place he could ever lay his head, and your heart swells, even as you roll your eyes, because he’s like a cat, craving attention while you’re trying to work. 

You indulge him anyway, one of your hands running through his hair as he drifts off to sleep, though it takes a while because he’s so wired with excitement—with the knowledge that you want him the way he’s been wanting you all this time.

When he wakes up an hour or two later, your computer is set aside. You’re looking down at him, one hand on his face, your thumb tracing over the smooth, healed over skin of his lower lip. He smiles. 

“It’s kind of crazy to watch,” you say thoughtfully. “It’s like it never even happened. Are you feeling better?”

“No,” he breathes, and you frown, a little worried, before he says, “I didn’t get my kiss yet.”

Then he tugs you down to where he wants you, lips brushing against yours. It’s soft, and nice, and everything he thought it would be. When you pull back and smile at him, he beams.

“Yeah. That’s better.”

Adrian taglist: @snowyathena @justalotoffanfiction @danversxwasabi @clowninavan @obsessedromancereader @adoresami @a-young-g0d @rattymess @raidstarz @bastardstevie @wipperwillylily @am-3-thyst @xoxocamis @morguegrl89 @somethin-sparklyy @awesomsaucesom @secretjesterr @fangirl48 @probably-a-femcel

[merpinglilac]

[awkward-bob-reynolds]

[hotgirlgenniesblog]

i would treat Cameron Cade so well.

[trustlife2day]

[fairydustttx]

is it new year’s yet?

Parker Ellis x reader

“Is it New Years yet?”

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: Not proofread.

Summary: On a chaotic New Year’s Eve shift, you and Parker struggle to keep your carefully hidden relationship from becoming the talk of the entire ED.

Authors Note: I guess you could say this is can either be a standalone or part 2 of this?

The ER didn't believe in New Year's. It really didn't believe in any holiday for that matter.

You had learned that long before you ever stepped foot inside the Pitt—because for you, it started in the back of an ambulance, sirens cutting through fireworks and bad decisions.

Midnight didn't mean countdowns. It meant dispatch lighting up with calls stacked back-to-back, voices crackling through your radio, and locations shouted over static.

Still, something about tonight felt different.

Maybe it was the way the city sounded—distant cheers bleeding into the streets between sirens. Maybe it was the glitter still clinging stubbornly to your sleeve from a patient who absolutely should not have been climbing a balcony railing.

Or maybe it was the quiet, persistent awareness sitting at the back of your mind. It was ten minutes to midnight.

JJ had noticed it too.

"You've checked the clock like five times," she had said earlier from the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lazily against the dash as the ambulance idled at a red light. "You waiting for a call, or are you waiting for her?"

You had rolled your eyes, though it came out softer than you intended, your attention drifting back to the streetlights ahead.

"Just please focus on the road," you'd muttered. You didn't want to admit it out loud but now your shifts carried an undercurrent of anticipation—knowing Parker would be there.

"Oh, I am," JJ had said easily, a shit-eating grin on her face. "I'm also focusing on the fact that you suddenly volunteered to cover this zone tonight."

You hadn't answered, because you didn't need to.

JJ already knew. She'd been there from the beginning—through every "it's not a big deal" that very clearly was, through every late-night shift where your mood lifted the second a certain name appeared on the board.

She had watched it turn into something real before you had even fully admitted it to yourself. And it took a long time.

"You're glowing," JJ said one night, not even looking up from her chart.

You didn't take the bait. "I'm charting."

"Mhm."

"I'm always charting."

"That's not at all what I meant."

You exhaled slowly, already knowing where this was going. "J."

She finally glanced up, her expression calm but far too observant for your liking.

"She touched your back earlier."

Your pen paused for just a second before you forced it to keep moving. "People have backs. Sometimes they get touched. It's not—"

"—intimate?" JJ finished, helpfully.

You gave her a look. "It was directional."

JJ leaned back in her chair, completely unconvinced. "Right. Very clinical. So very necessary for hallway navigation."

"It was quite crowded."

"It always is."

You pointed your pen at her, trying to regain some control over the conversation. "Now you’re just reaching."

"I'm not reaching," she said easily. "I'm observing."

"Also, she brings you coffee now."

Your stomach dipped in a way you refused to acknowledge. "She brings everyone coffee."

"No," JJ disagreed. "She brings you coffee. She tolerates the rest of us."

You opened your mouth to argue, then closed it again when nothing convincing came out.

"...That's circumstantial," you tried. You knew you were losing badly.

JJ had shook her head.

Her voice softened now.

"You know I'm rooting for you, right?"

You glanced over at her for just a second.

"I know."

And you did.

As you pulled up to your last call before midnight, she'd nudged you lightly with her shoulder, trying to keep it light.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

You had snorted under your breath. "That's not exactly reassuring."

"Wow," JJ had said dramatically. "After all my emotional support? My expert guidance?"

"Your guidance is 'kiss her already' every time."

"And?" she'd shot back, completely unbothered. "I stand by it."

You had laughed despite yourself as you climbed out of the rig.

And now, standing in the ER with that same countdown looming over everything, you weren't laughing quite as easily anymore.

You pushed through the doors with your stretcher, the familiar chaos of the Pitt swallowing you whole the second you stepped inside.

You gave your report on autopilot, your voice steady as you handed off care, your hands moving through muscle memory more than thought.

"Adult female, mid-thirties. Laceration to the brow, likely from a fall. Vitals stable, GCS fifteen, mildly intoxicated."

A nurse took over smoothly, replacing your grip on the stretcher. Within seconds, the patient was gone, absorbed into the system, and your role in the moment ended as quickly as it began.

You stepped back, rolling your shoulders as the adrenaline started to fade, leaving that familiar after-buzz in its place.

And underneath it—something else.

Awareness.

You felt her presence before you even saw her.

"Cut it a little close bringing her in before midnight, didn't you?"

You turned.

Parker was leaning against the counter like she belonged exactly there, like the chaos around her had simply learned to move around her instead of through her.

There was that calmness about her—the kind that steadied everything it touched.

And when her eyes met yours, it shifted.

The noise of the ER didn't disappear, but it dulled around the edges, like it suddenly mattered less than whatever was happening between the two of you.

"Blame her," you said, nodding toward where your patient had been rolled away. "She decided to meet the pavement at a festive time."

"Mhm." Parker pushed off the counter and stepped closer, her attention fixed entirely on you now, her eyes tracing your face. "Or you just wanted an excuse to be here at midnight."

You raised a brow, though there was no real defense in it. "So you’re saying you are worth rearranging my entire route schedule?"

"I didn't say it," she replied, quieter now.

But her eyes held yours, and the space between you didn't feel like space at all anymore. It felt like something waiting.

"You didn't have to," she added.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

There were a thousand reasons to step back. A thousand ways to make it lighter, easier, safer.

But staying near her had never felt like something you needed to justify.

"Ellis."

The voice cut through the moment, dry and familiar.

You both turned.

Dr. Abbot stood a few feet away with a chart in hand, eyes moving between you and Parker with the kind of look that suggested he had already started putting pieces together you hadn't intended to show him.

"Are you taking over this patient," he asked evenly, "or flirting with EMS again?"

You ducked your head slightly, trying to hide the way your mouth wanted to smile.

Parker didn't even hesitate. "Multitasking."

Abbot let out a slow breath through his nose, gaze lingering a beat longer than comfortable before shifting away.

"Oh, I'm sure," he said with a small smirk. "Try doing more of the first."

He walked off, though not without one last glance over his shoulder.

Then it was called out again—five minutes to midnight—and everything seemed to collectively shift.

A few nurses cheered. Someone started a countdown too early. The energy in the room changed in a way that felt almost unreal compared to everything else happening in it.

You exhaled, suddenly aware of how exposed the moment felt.

"I should head back out before—"

"Stay."

It wasn't loud. It didn't need to be.

You looked at her again.

Parker's expression had softened in a way she didn't offer easily to anyone else. There was certainty there, yes—but also something quieter. Something that looked a lot like trust.

"I've got two minutes," you said.

"Good," she replied.

People gathered near the nurses' station, half-working, half-watching the countdown on a distant screen.

You stood just off to the side, radio clipped to your shoulder, gloves tucked loosely into your pocket, trying to pretend your pulse wasn't suddenly very aware of itself.

You could feel her before she moved.

"Thirty seconds!"

Your breath came out slower than you intended.

Across the room, Shen passed by with a chart, his eyes flicking between you and Parker for half a second before something faintly amused crossed his face.

"Twenty!"

The noise around you started to blur.

"Ten!"

Parker started walking toward you and everything else stopped mattering.

"Nine... eight..."

You didn't move. You didn't need to.

"Seven..."

She stopped in front of you, close enough that the rest of the ER felt far away again.

"Six..."

Her expression shifted slightly, just for you, softening into something more personal, more real.

"Five..."

You murmured her name under your breath, barely a warning.

"Four..."

Her gaze dropped to your mouth, then lifted again, steady and sure.

"Three..."

Her hand lifted slowly, fingers finding your cheek first—warm, grounding, like she was making sure you were really there in front of her.

"Two..."

Her thumb brushed lightly once, and something in your chest gave way.

"One!"

The ED erupted.

But none of it reached you.

Parker kissed you like she had been holding herself back from doing it for too long and finally decided she didn't want to anymore. Her hand stayed at your cheek for a moment before sliding to the back of your neck, settling there with a kind of quiet certainty that made everything in you go still.

There was no rush in it. No hesitation.

The world fell away in pieces you didn't notice until they were gone.

Then she pulled back slightly, just enough for reality to start creeping in again.

Her forehead rested briefly against yours.

"Happy New Year," she murmured.

Your breath caught softly. "Parker—everyone is—"

"I know," she said quietly.

But she didn't look concerned.

If anything, she looked like she had been waiting for this moment more than fearing it.

You stepped back, turning slowly.

And yeah.

Everyone was staring.

A nurse had her hands over her mouth. Someone looked like they might drop their chart. The intern looked personally changed by what they had just witnessed.

"I knew it," someone whispered loudly.

"How long has this been—"

"Are you serious right now?"

Your hand came up to your face briefly. "This is not—this wasn't—"

"Ellis."

Abbot's voice cut through the noise again.

You looked over.

He stood there with that same unreadable expression, but now it had shifted—less suspicion, more resigned understanding.

"Yes?" Parker answered calmly.

"...We will be discussing this later," he said.

He paused for a moment. "Try not to make a habit of it in here."

A few people actually laughed.

You turned back to Parker, wide-eyed. "We're in so much trouble."

"Relax," she said softly.

You gave her a look. "That's your answer for everything right now?"

"It's the only one that matters."

She stepped just slightly closer again, not touching this time, but near enough that you could feel her there.

Her voice dropped.

"I meant it."

Your chest tightened. "What?"

Her eyes stayed on yours.

"Worth it."

Before you could respond, the overhead paging system crackled to life.

"Trauma incoming. Two minutes."

The moment broke apart instantly.

"Alright, back to work!" someone called. "Show's over!"

The ER snapped back into motion like nothing had happened.

Parker turned with it, slipping seamlessly back into her role, focus returning in an instant—but as she passed you, her hand brushed yours.

Then squeezed.

"After," she said under her breath.

You nodded, still slightly breathless. "Yeah... okay."

She paused with something warm and unmistakably fond lingering in her expression before she disappeared into the chaos again.

You stood there for a moment longer, your heart still uneven, the echo of her touch still there at the back of your neck.

Around you, the whispers hadn't stopped.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you already knew JJ was going to absolutely lose her mind when she heard about this.

You let out a quiet, helpless laugh, adjusting your radio as you turned back toward the ambulance bay.

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Multiple Pairings | The Pitt (Fic Recs)

*Edit*- Sorry for any repeated notifications, authors! Just reorganising the lists on here!

Key: A - Angst | F - Fluff | S - Smut | C - Comfort | HC - Hurt/Comfort

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt. 3

One Shots:

> YKWIM? by @fairydustttx

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 1k Description: Sometimes it seems like I'm in your way; Well, that's how it seems.

> It's Just Us by @/fairydustttx

Tags: One Shot, Older!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 2.1k Description: You graduate with your PhD, a hard-earned milestone that feels different from anything before. Your boyfriend can’t get the day off, and his absence lingers as the ceremony unfolds.

> Sharp by @abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 4.3k+ Description: You arrive at the pitt with a pair of hairdressing scissors impaled through your dominant hand and one very specific request: do not tell jack abbot. the pitt, as it turns out, is a very small building. 

> Flare Up by @megalony

Tags: One Shot, Chronic Illness!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 6.4k Description: While on shift, (Y/n) starts experiencing absent seizures. And when they start to get worse, Jack is there to take care of his wife.

> Dog's Best Friend! by @of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 4k Description: When Jack takes you back to his place after the longest night shift, he is quick to warn you about the stubborn rescue dog living with him. However, in a beautiful turn of events, the dog takes a very strong liking to you.

> Kiss it Better by @thatcorporategirlie

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Part of a series but I read it as a one-shot (welp), Older!Reader, A + HC + S Word Count: 12.2k Description: You and Jack make up at his brother’s wedding.

> Is It So Much To Adore by @flowersforbucky

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 7.3k+ Description: When you receive your first ever daisy award, you insist that you don’t need to have a pining ceremony. You’re used to celebrating your accomplishments quietly, on your own. You have your whole life. But Jack Abbott is determined to change that.

> Please by @abbotly

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 10.2k+ Description: Abbot’s mildly annoyed when he doesn’t seem to be his favorite resident’s favorite attending — he’s pissed when he finds out she’s considering leaving the Pitt.

> My Personal Nightmare by @izzwhatitiz

Tags: One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, A + HC + F Word Count: 1.7k Description: Turns out, having a flirtatious personality makes it hard to determine true intentions. Jack Abbot learns this the hard way.

> Speaking in Plurals (Jack Abbot) by @pellucid-constellations

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: When Jack met you, his world shifted. He began to speak in plurals, in groups of three. It was him, and then it was you, and then it was Penny. He’d do anything for his girls, and he wanted to make that clear. Official. Concrete with titles and questions and the ring he kept mulling over. And then life happened.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @izzwhatitiz

Tags: Drabble, A + HC Word Count: 291 Description: Jack with an avoidant reader <3

> Jack Abbot x Reader x Michael Robinavitch by @pushingitdownnpraying

Tags: Drabble, A + HC Word Count: 1.6k Description: Hii i love your writing!! i would like to request something like reader and jack and robby are residents in the pitt, and there’s a bit of a love triangle but jack ends up getting back with his wife and reader stays with robby, and years later she kinda fall back in love with jack causes robby is being emotionally constipated

> Michael Robinavitch x Reader by @domesticblisss

Tags: One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, A + F Word Count: 413 Description: Reader is hella avoidant.

> Michael Robinavitch x Reader by @xoxo--grace

Tags: Blurb, C Word Count: 127 Description: Obsessed with the idea of robby's hand subconsciously falling to your lower back.

> Paging Dr. Daisy (Michael Robinavitch) by @redsakura101

Tags: One Shot, A+ HC Word Count: 4.8k Description: Robby makes one last stop to check on Baby Jane Doe. Just to find you already there. The paediatric doctor known for your cheery demeanour...and right now that is the last thing Robby wants to be smothered by. Turns out you're not so pleased by him either. However with a little consideration and thought...It appears maybe you're both not that different at all.

Series:

> Private Patient (Jack Abbot) by @deliciousangelfestival

Tags: One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, F + C Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 Description: What if Jack Abbott ends up with a rich wife instead of being the provider?

> Dancing in The Dark (Jack Abbot) by @thegingerjameson

Tags: Series, A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 Description: A newly transferred trauma resident finds herself irresistibly drawn to her sharp-tongued, charismatic night-shift chief, Dr. Jack Abbot—a widower with a reputation for emotional unavailability. After months of flirtation, they finally give in to their chemistry, only for the night to end in heartbreak when he whispers another woman’s name in his sleep. Determined to stay professional, she’s blindsided when she’s promoted to work directly under him—just as the woman from his past arrives at the hospital. Now she must navigate ambition, jealousy, and lingering feelings while deciding if Jack is worth the risk.

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April Reads | Fic Rec List

So…I’ve once again hit the 100-link limit way too early this month and completely lost track of just how many fics I actually read.

At this point, these posts are basically just self-callouts for how chronically online I am. I swear I was going to do better with my screen time this month 😭

But since it’s the last weekend of the month, I figured now’s as good a time as any to finally post this massive list of fic recs. So y’all can settle in, get comfy, and hopefully join me in my chronically online tendencies for a bit, lmao.

Hope you have as much fun going through these as I did this past month!

As always: please like and reblog the fics you love. Tell authors what their work meant to you. Engagement builds community. It genuinely makes a difference.

And if you’ve got recommendations? You already know I’m all ears.

Massive shoutout to @cafekitsune for the insane number of dividers I'm obsessed with.

Key: A - Angst | F - Fluff | S - Smut | C - Comfort | HC - Hurt/Comfort

Other Monthly Lists: 2026 Masterpost

Clark Kent | Superman:

> Curiosity Will Never Let me Go by @kryptidfiles

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 2k Description: Clark's from out of this world. Not in the abstract, romantic, larger-than-life way the rest of the world said about Superman. No, your boyfriend was factually an alien. Kryptonian. What you do not know, and unfortunately cannot stop thinking about, is how far that whole thing went.

> Superman Day by @/kryptidfiles

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 1k Description: Quick drabble. Fluff, a little angst for my tall, dark, kryptonian 🥀 happy belated Superman day.

> Too Short by @satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 5.2k Description: You cut your hair too short. Clark still thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

> No Harm Done With a Little Fun by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 5k+ Description: You love Clark Kent more than anything, which is exactly why you’ll never stop pranking him <3

> Just Me And You by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1k+ Description: You and Clark share a quiet, intimate moment where he finds peace in you.

> Every Inch Of You by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 7k+ Description: In the quiet of his apartment, Clark and you share a deeply intimate moment where being seen becomes something sacred for both of you.

> One Moment At A Time by @/satellite-evans

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 6k Description: You and Clark being first-time parents means soft moments, overwhelming love, and a daughter who’s anything but ordinary.

> My Constant by @onlyasteelmancanbealover

Tags: One Shot, Chubby!Reader, Smallville!Clark, F Word Count: 8.7k Description: Clark lucks out with a best friend who loves comics. Talk about universal irony.

> Oh. That's New. by @theworstwolvie

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 2.7k Description: Clark's got a big secret to tell you. Too bad he sucks at timing it.

> Breaking News: Clark Kent Confirmed As Tits Guy by @/theworstwolvie

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, C + S Word Count: 900+ Description: Clark's got a fatal attraction to your tits, but how could you blame him? They're right above your heart.

> Home by @honeyy-darling

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + A + HC + S Word Count: 8.7k Description: What was supposed to be a gentle evening exposes Clark’s deepest fear: that someone else could give you the life he can’t

> Cupid at Your Service by @blank-tato

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 5.2k Description: You're something of an oxymoron. A matchmaker that doesn't believe in love. You can literally see emotions, so if love were coming your way, you would see it coming. It just never has. But when you meet Clark Kent, the journalist tasked with writing a story on you, you find yourself questioning everything you thought you knew.

> "What's On The Menu?" by @bucksplum

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 2.9k Description: Your very adorable regular, Clark Kent, walks in and you make the mistake of assuming you were closer that you are—some fumbling later, both of you have to confront that conversation but it comes with an easier relief that you thought.

> Weakness by @funeraldollgirl

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 2.7k Description: Gentle physical affection, emotional suppression, depression?, anxiety, ignore typos <3

> Little White Lies by @rosenclaws

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.6k Description: Clark is a total sweetheart so it's no surprise you've developed a massive crush on him, it's also why you've been lying to him since you met.

> Clark Kent x Reader by @maiamore

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.5k Description: The five times you try to break up with Clark Kent

> He's Just Not That Into You by @sc3ptre

Tags: One Shot, A + F Word Count: 6.2k Description: Dual identity (Kal-El x reader and Clark x reader), slight miscommunication trope and love confessions

> Clark Kent x Reader by @luveline

Tags: One Shot, C + F Word Count: 414

Joel Miller | The Last of Us:

> I Owe You by @lillaydee

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series (Ongoing), F + A + HC + S Chapter Count: Pt. 13 | ...? Description: 15 years ago, you begged Joel Miller for a favour, receiving only silence in response. You left Boston thinking he wasn't interested in your lame bargain. You found out, too late, that Joel Miller actually did do you that favour, fulfilling his end of the bargain, leaving you indebted to him. Now, all these years later, he arrived in Jackson, and you found yourself living your life, wondering - will he collect?

> Tender Payment For Our Sins by @3pirouette

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series(Ongoing), F + A+ HC + S Chapter Count: Pt. 64 | ...? Description: Jackson is less idyllic than it seems, as is everything post-infection. He doesn't want to see you tossed out, and can’t take the way you flinch when the men come sniffing around, so he does the only thing he and Ellie can think of to keep you around.

> The Savage and The Sanctuary by @justagalwhowrites

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series(Ongoing), 2nd POV, A+ HC + S Chapter Count: Pt. 21 | ...? Description: The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?

Multiple Pairings | The Pitt:

> Casual: Jack Abbot by @wordssforworldss

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 2.7k Description: Miscommunication, hurt/comfort, tiny bit of angst

> Wait For Me (Jack Abbot) by @sun-snatcher

Tags: One Shot, A + HC + F Word Count: 7.7k Description: You saved Abbot’s life once before. Now he fights to repay the debt.

> Lowlight (Jack Abbot) by @speaking-to-thevoid

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 4.4k Description: Jack misses dinner to work the events following pittfest, supporting the hospital, giving what he doesn't have to give. then he comes home.

> Futile Devices (Jack Abbot) by @abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Word Count: 6.4k Description: He was four miles away when it happened. charting. completely unaware. and when they brought you in, pale and terrified and coming apart at the seams, he understood for the first time what it meant to be on the wrong side of the emergency.

> Sharp (Jack Abbot) by @/abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 4.3k+ Description: You arrive at the pitt with a pair of hairdressing scissors impaled through your dominant hand and one very specific request: do not tell jack abbot. the pitt, as it turns out, is a very small building. 

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @/abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 2.2k Description: Could you do more of Jack Abbot x hairdresser reader? Like she's getting busy with some clients who always need her service and she didn't even tell him who it was but it was actually one of the Pitt? And he gets jealous since he thought it was a privilege to him for her to do his hair and no one else could get it. You choose who. Jealous Jack, miscommunication, make up.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @/abbotafterhours

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 2.2k Description: Could you do fic where Abbots girlfriend is a cop who's gets hurt on duty and he doesn't find out till she's brought into the ER?

> Flare Up (Jack Abbot) by @megalony

Tags: One Shot, Chronic Illness!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 6.4k Description: While on shift, (Y/n) starts experiencing absent seizures. And when they start to get worse, Jack is there to take care of his wife.

> Jack Abbot x Autistic!Reader by @rotteninthepitt

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 460 Description: Eye contact with Jack and autistic!reader eek

> Drop (Jack Abbot) by @yournamesnob

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, S + C Word Count: 658 Description: dom!Jack Abbot x f!sub!nurse!reader (hurt/comfort, aftercare, dom drop, lil cockwarming)

> Things We Shouldn't Say! (Jack Abbot) by @of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 4.6k Description: You’re the teacher that everyone adores, so it’s no surprise that the kids always come to you and ask you to take them to Jack. A bond develops through this, and you find yourself stuck with him when you have your own medical emergency.

> Comfort. Jack Abbot by @/of-apollo

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.5k Description: This fic contains emotional burnout, hidden self-doubt, and a quiet unravelling behind a soft smile. includes gentle confrontation, tearful vulnerability, comfort food as a trigger and a remedy, and a fiancé who notices everything even when you try to hide. features soft reassurances, patient love, grounding touches, warm embraces, and being cared for when you feel least deserving of it. may cause chest tightness, misty eyes, and the sudden urge to be held and told you’re not alone. Read gently.

> Dog's Best Friend! (Jack Abbot) by @/of-apollo

Tags: Series, F Chapter Count: 2 Description: When Jack takes you back to his place after the longest night shift, he is quick to warn you about the stubborn rescue dog living with him. However, in a beautiful turn of events, the dog takes a very strong liking to you.

> YKWIM? (Jack Abbot) by @fairydustttx

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 1k Description: Sometimes it seems like I'm in your way; Well, that's how it seems.

> It's Just Us (Jack Abbot) by @/fairydustttx

Tags: One Shot, Older!Reader, A + HC Word Count: 2.1k Description: You graduate with your PhD, a hard-earned milestone that feels different from anything before. Your boyfriend can’t get the day off, and his absence lingers as the ceremony unfolds.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @rkkuna

Tags: One Shot, Older!Reader, F Word Count: 617 Description: Jack Abbot being married to milf!reader hmmm.... a few years older than him.

> The Heart Skips A Beat (Jack Abbot) by @inknopewetrust

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, Older!Reader, F + C + S Word Count: 6k Description: Date night gets interesting when Robby unknowingly interrupts yours and Jack’s dinner with a date of his own—and no one is more nosy than the Abbots.

> Kiss it Better (Jack Abbot) by @thatcorporategirlie

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Part of a series but I read it as a one-shot (welp), Older!Reader, A + HC + S Word Count: 12.2k Description: You and Jack make up at his brother’s wedding.

> Call Me Home (Jack Abbot) by @lovebugism

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 4k Description: When Jack catches you spiralling after a taxing double shift, his worry for you spikes when he discovers that Robby has been less than sympathetic with you, and that the PTMC is your only emergency contact on file.

> Is It So Much To Adore (Jack Abbot) by @flowersforbucky

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 7.3k+ Description: When you receive your first ever daisy award, you insist that you don’t need to have a pining ceremony. You’re used to celebrating your accomplishments quietly, on your own. You have your whole life. But Jack Abbott is determined to change that.

> Please (Jack Abbot) by @abbotly

Tags: One Shot, F + HC Word Count: 10.2k+ Description: Abbot’s mildly annoyed when he doesn’t seem to be his favorite resident’s favorite attending — he’s pissed when he finds out she’s considering leaving the Pitt.

> Bed Chem (Jack Abbot) by @spikedfearn

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + HC + S Word Count: 5.3k+ Description: Jack Abbot was still wearing his wedding ring the night he kissed you at your apartment door. Widowed and still learning how to want something again, Jack turns the best date you’ve had yet and one charged goodnight into something neither of you is ready to walk away from—and for him, wanting you is one thing, but letting himself have you is another entirely.

> In Love and War (Jack Abbot) by @thedarkseidofthemoon

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.8k Description: As Jack's soon-to-be ex-wife, you never expected to see him again. Until you land in his ER.

> We Can't Be Friends (Jack Abbot) by @imaginesofwonder

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.7k Description: A routine ER shift takes a sharp turn when Jack makes one thing clear—you were never just friends.

> Speaking in Plurals (Jack Abbot) by @pellucid-constellations

Tags: One Shot, F + A + HC Chapter Count: 2 Description: When Jack met you, his world shifted. He began to speak in plurals, in groups of three. It was him, and then it was you, and then it was Penny. He’d do anything for his girls, and he wanted to make that clear. Official. Concrete with titles and questions and the ring he kept mulling over. And then life happened. 

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @nancys-abbot

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 4k Description: er!reader, oblivious!reader, one mention of a panic attack, vomit, and blood.

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @s-writing-s

Tags: One Shot, HC Word Count: 900+ Description: “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I couldn’t lose my best friend to the idea of us.”

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @atlas-of-a-human-soul

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.5k Description: "I am your superior." + "You can hate me in the morning, okay? Just don't hate me tonight."

> Jack Abbot x Reader by @/luveline

Tags: One Shot, C + F Word Count: 393

> Jack Abbot x Milf!Reader by @thedilfydoctorshow

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Older!Reader, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 789 Description: Jack with his milf reader maybe even near the beginning of their relationship or timeskip after marriage and kids

> Jack Abbot x Diabetic!Reader by @inkdrinkerworld

Tags: One Shot, Chronic Illness!Reader, F Word Count: 689 Description: "I’m pre-diabetic, but we need the rep! Jack’s a stage 1 clinger the SECOND his eyes open, and when you’re not there to be clung to, it doubles and triples till you come back."

> Private Patient (Jack Abbot) by @deliciousangelfestival

Tags: One Shot, Grumpy!Reader, F + C Chapter Count: 2 Description: What if Jack Abbott ends up with a rich wife instead of being the provider?

> The Great War (Jack Abbot) by @dearwalker

Tags: Series, A + HC Chapter Count: 2 Description: Years after your separation, life throws you back into Jack Abbot’s orbit in the worst way possible, carrying a devastating diagnosis that could be the reason your marriage fell apart in the first place: a tumor that may had erased the part of you that fell in love with him all those years back. And he’s not ready to lose you twice.

> Sunshine!Jack Abbot x Grumpy!Reader by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff

Tags: One Shot, A + HC + F Chapter Count: 3 Description: Grumpy x Sunshine except Dr Jack Abbot MewD is the sunshine.

> Remember Me (Jack Abbot) by @at-this-point-i-dont-even-know

Tags: Series (Ongoing), A + HC Chapter Count: 9 Description: Jack gets injured at work and passes out. When he’s regaining consciousness, he calls out for his dead wife and doesn’t know who you are and doesn’t want you to touch him bc he thinks he’s still married. He’s got a touch of amnesia and thinks that his wife is still alive. Robby and Dana finally get him to calm down but the damage is done and you’ve started to move out by the time he’s discharged.

> Dancing in The Dark (Jack Abbot) by @thegingerjameson

Tags: Series, A + HC Chapter Count: 10 Description: A newly transferred trauma resident finds herself irresistibly drawn to her sharp-tongued, charismatic night-shift chief, Dr. Jack Abbot—a widower with a reputation for emotional unavailability. After months of flirtation, they finally give in to their chemistry, only for the night to end in heartbreak when he whispers another woman’s name in his sleep. Determined to stay professional, she’s blindsided when she’s promoted to work directly under him—just as the woman from his past arrives at the hospital. Now she must navigate ambition, jealousy, and lingering feelings while deciding if Jack is worth the risk.

> Acute Adoration (Jack Abbot, Michael Robinavitch) by @penvisions

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series (Ongoing), Chronic Illness!Reader, HC Chapter Count: 3 Description: Today is not a good day, but Jack Abbot happens to be dropping something off for Robby. Seems he's in a rather giving mood...

> Sugar Me Up (Jack Abbot) by @/penvisions

Tags: Series (Ongoing), WOC!Reader, A + HC Word Count: Pt. 1 | ? Description: A box of pastries begins to show up in the lounge every Tuesday and Jack is determined to find out who is behind it. But this week he doesn't even get to taste one- so he snaps at you when he spies the last treat in your hands. Alternatively, the one time Jack Abbot snaps you and the two times he tries to make up for it but seems to make it worse.

> Jack Abbot x Reader x Michael Robinavitch by @vulbott

Tags: One Shot, C + F Word Count: 1.3k Description: A domestic day-in with Rabbot!

> If You Want Me To (Michael Robinavitch) by @noonquiver

Tags: One Shot, A + HC + F Word Count: 6k Description: "I'm spending a good chunk of my life in love with you, Robinavitch." or, how Robby meets you, Dr. Cheung's prized neurosurgical resident, and can't exactly pull himself away.

> ICU vs ER (Michael Robinavitch) by @/paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, C + F Word Count: 9.1k Description: Reader is an ICU nurse and comes down to help out in the ER when needed.

> Mom and Dr. Daddy (Michael Robinavitch) by @paigepie213

Tags: One Shot, C + F Word Count: 7.8k Description: If you’re the ER mom, does that make Robby…?

> Michael Robinavitch x Milf!Reader by @/thedilfydoctorshow

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Older!Reader, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 1.1k Description: I just feel like these two are both jealous but also only have eyes for each other, so I wrote that

> 68 Whiskey (Michael Robinavitch) by @somethingeh

Tags: One Shot, Older!Reader, A + F Word Count: 4k Description: Robby can't get enough of you, Jack's old war buddy and former army medic.

> Je Te Laisserai Des Mots (I Will Leave You Words) (Michael Robinavitch) by @in-my-feels-probably

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 6.2k Description: You overhear Jack’s conversation with Robby about making sure he comes back, and it’s the final straw for your worrying about him. It’s time to confront him.

> Paging Dr. Daisy (Michael Robinavitch) by @redsakura101

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 4.8k Description: Robby makes one last stop to check on Baby Jane Doe. Just to find you already there. The paediatric doctor known for your cheery demeanour...and right now that is the last thing Robby wants to be smothered by. Turns out you're not so pleased by him either. However with a little consideration and thought...It appears maybe you're both not that different at all.

> Too late (Michael Robinavitch) by @dolloebaby

Tags: Series (Ongoing), A + HC Chapter Count: Pt. | ? Description: Robby thinks he’s bad for you. too old, too rough around the edges, too damaged to be around a young, beautiful, budding doctor as yourself. So he ends it, unaware of your pregnancy, unaware of your grief, until you face a medical emergency in the middle of the ED.

> Once More To See You (Michael Robinavitch) by @docrobinavitch

Tags: Series, A + HC Chapter Count: 2 Description: After what you thought was a one night stand while on vacation, you're forced to now work in your hook up's emergency room. With your life in shambles, you've sworn off men, but Robby is an inescapable force that you are not ready to reckon with.

Batfam:

> A Walk in The Park (Jason Todd) by @devisedplan

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.6k Description: Despite being well prepared in case you got mugged (or worse), you were almost hurt being distracted while feeding a kitten if it weren't for a certain masked vigilante who came to your rescue

> Posture Training (Jason Todd) by @/devisedplan

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 1.5k Description: An innocent suggestion turns into killing two birds with one stone

> The Magic Words (Jason Todd) by @starr-jazz

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 776 Description: You’ve been urging to tell your boyfriend that you love him and you finally do. idkk confessing to something you think is asleep but they aren’t is one of my fav tropes. wrote this at 5 am w no sleep idk what this is.

> Reader Biting Jason's Bicep (Jason Todd) by @achinglovers

Tags: Blurb, F Word Count: 298

> Wait..We're Not Dating? (Jason Todd) by @teklarn

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 1.2k Description: For the entire year you and Jason have known each other, he assumed you two were dating and had no idea that you weren't.

> Slow Kisses (Jason Todd) by @batletters

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 608 Description: insecure Jay, kinda angst with comfort, yearner! Jason.

> Jason Todd x Reader by @waynews

Tags: One Shot, F + C Word Count: 738 Description: Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend!

> Jason Todd x Reader by @fancy-possum

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, Magic!Reader, F + C Word Count: 1.9k Description: You’re a magic user! you really thought you were getting the hang of it until Jason appears and you make the mistake of hypnotising him. woops.

> His Person (Dick Grayson) by @/fancy-possum

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 3.3k Description: You and dick have been close friends for years now, and that's all it would ever be, but after he snaps and upsets you, things change.

> Whipped (Dick Grayson) by @patientofarkhamasylum

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 1.4k Description: Light food play, m!receiving oral, riding

> Blue Stars (Dick Grayson) by @ghxstrobins

Tags: One Shot, Older reader/younger Dick, F + HC Word Count: 3.1k Description: After moving to Blüdhaven you decide to enroll your daughter in a gymnastics program at a local gym where you meet Dick Grayson.

Miscellaneous:

> Frank Castle x Reader by @sochkila

Tags: One Shot, WOC!Reader, F + C Word Count: 544 Description: How you accidentally pavloved Frank with your anklets.

> Good Boy (Frank Castle) by @/sochkila

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 259 Description: How can you look at this man's eyes and tell me he is not a sub at heart for the person he is in looooooove with... i mean in my hc he is definitely a switch because dom frank is also very much canon but ykwim.

> Positive Intervention: Kiwi (Frank Castle) by @cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Chapter Count: 2 Description: Curtis convinces Frank to attend group. Never says why. Everyone’s surprised when a service dog comes in, but Frank’s more intrigued by you—the handler. 

> Midnight Snack (Frank Castle) by @/cryptidwriterrr

Tags: One Shot, A + HC + F Word Count: 1.7k Description: The lunch Frank makes for the twins looks good. Too good. And you get caught eating it. 

> Freaks (Adrian Chase) by @embeanwrites

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F Word Count: 3.2k Description: Reader and Adrian keep meeting at Chris' orgies, but neither of them are having sex. Just chatting...while naked.

> Mini Me (Adrian Chase) by @vigilantexreader

Tags: One Shot, F Word Count: 800+ Description: Reader crochets Adrian a mini Vigilante <3

> Sniffles & High Libido (Adrian Chase) by @/devisedplan

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 1.7k Description: You are sick and horny. he sees it as an opportunity to help and bond with his bestfriend.

> Wingman-Classroom (Ryland Grace) by @doctor-ryland-grace

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F Word Count: 3.3k Description: You've heard of a wingman. But... What is it called when your entire classroom conspires to get you to admit to your crush on a fellow teacher?

> Heat Lighting (Frankie Morales) by @chronically-ghosted

Tags: One Shot, A Word Count: 1.1k Description: This is not your Frankie

> Under The Mask (Miguel O'Hara) by @multific

Tags: One Shot, A + HC Word Count: 1.4k Description: You slowly realise your boyfriend Miguel O’Hara is Spider-Man through his patterns.

> Bad Man's World (Miguel O'Hara) by @maiamore

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, A + F + S Word Count: 2.8k Description: Black cat!reader, violence, surveillance, f!receiving oral, Lyla makes an appearance, implied existing relationship

> Jealousy (Cassian Andor) by @cassadix

Tags: 18+, MDNI, One Shot, F + S Word Count: 718 Description: Mentions of sex, some dirty talk, slightly possesive behaviour (though nothing extreme)

> Grade-A Pain in My Ass (Buck Barnes) by @superbassbuck

Tags: 18+, MDNI, Series, F + S + A + HC Chapter Count: 13 Description: Bucky Barnes is a single dad who doesn’t do love. He’s got everything he needs: a steady job, cozy home, and his whole life wrapped up in one little girl, his daughter Rebecca. No complications, and absolutely no room for romance. After a rude and not-so-pleasant first encounter, he finds out you're the elementary school teacher of Rebecca's class. He would make it his mission to avoid you at all costs and to absolutely not fall in love with you. How could he? Especially since you're a grade-A pain in his ass.