Night Shift crew are all Samira’s inner circle and work together to sabatoge the other contestants so Ellis 100% wins. Fuck honor and all that they are desperate
Nothing gets me like all of the romance stuff getting dropped, all honor and stuff because fuck that I need you safe
"Real mitski fans don't listen to mitski." Nah real mitski fans rawdog that shit. We take it right up the endless pit that is our emotional turmoil like real men.
There’s more than one thing you can predict about a man.
🩺.- Michael Robinavitch x Frank Langdon.
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Summary: Robby came back with a plan in his head, just to find a Frank that is not acting like the Frank he remembered.
Warnings: Kinda possessive!Robby, hints of Frank/Jack pero amarillé, the ending was rushed because I lost the inspiration halfway, Robby projected himself after hearing a patient talk lol. As always I wrote it in spanish and then I translate it.
Notes: Maybe I'll write another with the same topic (Robby getting jealous of Jack and Frank, because I looooove the drama). This one it's inspired by "Se te nota" by Sandro de América. Hope you enjoy<3.
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Frank was now working the night shift.
There was something painful about those words, something Robby couldn’t quite put his finger on. Suddenly, he felt turn to a heavy weight that lightness that came from the confidence that Frank would run to him; suddenly, all that arrogance—the vanity Langdon himself had shaped—evaporated into a mist tinged with the humility born from a harsh reality check; because he realized that the three months he’d spent fantasizing about having Frank back and finally as his own had been in vain, that the foolish excitement he’d felt when Jack called to tell him that Langdon had gotten a divorce was nothing more than a gentle breeze before a deluge.
But he knew he could recover, because he still had the shift changes, because all the strategies he’d planned would just have to be altered, because his mind refused to let the pride his own delusions had given him die completely, so as the time to see him again approached, the pride he felt seemed to flicker back to life, and when he saw him, he felt that childish smugness blossom again in his chest, because it was Frank he was thinking of—the same man who had followed him around like a puppy during his first year working at the hospital, the same man who thought Robby’s word was law—and maybe they’d had their rough patches this past year, but Robby was confident that with a few sweet words, he’d have him by his side again.
However, it apparently wasn’t as easy as he thought; all the confidence he’d built up melted into despair when he noticed the not-so-subtle change in Frank, because he noticed a lot of things that weren’t there before and he didn’t know how to explain them, because now Langdon was more distant, more distracted, colder; he noticed the lack of subtlety with which he avoided him, he noticed the lack of tact when he said he was busy, he noticed the lack of attention he gave him, because this wasn’t his Frank, because he didn’t know why he suddenly even seemed bored when Robby asked him about his day as Frank was leaving and he had just arrived.
It was probably just his ego talking, because Frank’s completely disinterested expression had definitely hurt more than just his confidence, but he didn’t know what had caused such a sudden change. The indifference gnawed at his insides while he genuinely wanted to know about his life; these past few days, all the information he’d gotten had come from Jack, and it wasn’t fair, because before, Langdon would tell him things just because, because he was eager to hear what Robby had to say; now he was lucky if he even looked at him for more than two seconds when it wasn’t necessary.
“And you know what’s worst? It’s that I know he’s cheating on me, because you always notice it; they stop paying attention to you, they don’t care about you anymore, because they’re spending all their energy on the other one!” One of the patients complained while Princess nodded, absorbed in the story. “It’s the same old routine; men are so predictable when they stop liking you.”
Robby really wouldn’t have thought much about that conversation until now.
“How was your day?” Robby looked at Frank, who was keeping his eyes firmly fixed on one of the rooms.
“Mhm?,” he hummed, still not looking at him. “Fine,” he muttered without adding anything else. Robby opened his mouth to say something when Jack emerged from the room Frank had been dutifully watching. He saw them look at each other; Jack nodded and Frank smiled, shaking his head and leaving Robby talking to himself as he went over to Abbot.
Oh.
Shit.
Maybe he should have expected it, maybe he should have thought about it, maybe he should have suspected it. With Jack being the first to know about Langdon’s divorce, with Jack being the one who answered all the questions he had about how Frank’s life was going, with Jack being the one who always knew everything, they were practically rubbing it in his face, and Robby blindly clung to a place that seemed to have been taken—stolen—by someone else.
“Men are so predictable when they stop liking you.”
But that wasn’t possible, was it? Because he remembered very well how much Frank loved him, how much Frank needed him, and even if Abbot wanted to try to take his place, he couldn’t, because he’d tried to do the same thing during Frank’s first year and hadn’t succeeded, and he won’t succeed now, not when Robby realized what the problem was, especially since he knew the game Jack was playing, because if there was one thing Jack Abbot was good at, was flirting—he knew how to be charming without even trying—but two could play that game.
So he decided to play his entire hand, to exhaust every resource, because he knew this was nothing more than a facade, a way for Frank to try to erase Robby from his mind, and he wouldn’t let him get away with it, because he knew that no matter how strong he wanted to pretend to be, Langdon was a weak man—and, more than that, a man who thrived on validation. Robby decided that very same day to be lenient again, because he remembered how he’d managed to get him to stay with him, because he still remembered how to weave the webs that had trapped him the first time, and he was going to use them to his advantage.
A few words here, a few smiles there, and in a couple of weeks all that indifference was replaced by that same enthusiasm that suited him so well, because it was tailor-made for what Robby loved, because it made him feel in control, because it made him feel arrogant again, and there is nothing more relaxing for a man who calls himself “humble” than to feel filled with a pride inflated by reasons he himself decided to redefine.
Now Frank looked at him more; now he didn’t have to pry the words out of him with tweezers or a magnet, now they were loose, now they flowed eagerly, now they were heard by the ears they belonged to, now the conversations returned to their true owner. He still hadn’t decided to go back to the day shift, but that was okay, because his guy was becoming his again, because there was no real competition anymore, because no matter how much he wanted to replace him; if in the end they both knew they’d come back to this, neither of them could truly escape who they are. Now, when Frank looks at him, he smiles, probably more at ease.
Because Frank was his again, and that was the predictable thing.
Lex Luthor x Male!Reader. Going on a date and flirting, but Lex is the one who gets flustered, unexpectedly.
It takes just a few words to disarm a man.
☄️.- Lex Luthor x Male!reader.
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Summary: A nice date in a nice restaurant, a nice date to tease Lex just a little.
Warnings: One (1) mention of sex, and I don't know how to flirt so this is terribleeee, I wrote it with Smallville Lex in mind so... yeah. And my bad english ofc.
Notes: This was haaaaard, because again, I don't know how to flirt, so yeah, it's terrible, hope you enjoy<3.
Masterlist.
Dates with Lex are always expensive.
He never cared about the prices; he only cared about what you liked, what you wanted, and what you needed. He knew how to read you, he knew what to get you, and yet he always needed you to be vocal about what you might need, or want, or like, because under all that cockiness, he was extremely insecure. And you weren’t mean, but if there’s something you really love, it's to make him falter.
“You know…” You started, interrupting his talk about the food, “The lights of this place really highlight your eyes.” You shrug, he scoffed.
“Thank you.” He smiled, already examining you, looking for anything to compliment, because he was not only cocky but extremely competitive, and if you flattered him, he needed to double it, but before he could even talk, you added.
“And that’s a new cologne? Bought it just for the occasion? Did you want to charm me, Lex?” You smiled, tilting your head. He opened his mouth, ready for the comeback, but you didn’t back down. “And the suit is really fitting; maybe you should lose the vest and the shirt.” You wait a second before adding “and the pants.”
“Ready for your order?” The waiter came just in time; you looked at Lex, who was looking at you as if he couldn’t believe your words, not because he was embarrassed, but because he had a reputation to keep! He should be the one making those comments. After a few seconds of silence, you smiled again.
“What’s wrong? You were talking about the food being excellent five minutes ago. Cat got your tongue?”
You weren’t being fair!
He clears his throat, looking at the menu and ordering what he initially told you he was having and ordering for you because “he was the expert,” always so damn prideful. When the waiter walked away, he looked at you again, frowning this time.
“He could’ve heard you, you know? I can’t lose my prestige because my boyfriend decided to have a sharp tongue today.” He crosses his arms.
“So when you do it, it’s fine?”
“Of course it is, is just-”
“Just like sex-”
“Can you stop it?” He sighs, looking away.
Needless to say, you weren’t letting him rest the whole night.
Smallville really made a Clark Kent who’s afraid of heights, and they did this to convey that he’s young and naive and has growth to do, but all it did was make me incapable of ever see him become Superman without seeing the scared lost little boy being forced into a role he actively doesn’t want, a lose of his autonomy, bodily and otherwise, like Get Him Out of There
