#anyone??

[uhhh-ghouls007]

This could totally be ordinary

[meiinoe]

oh, your love is sunlight closeups below :))

[seaotter-17]

*chanting* DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY DDD BACK ON MONDAY

ever think about her acknowledging affection too late.

[lassie-farce]

the pitt x librarian rabbot au?

jack abbot has met michael robinavitch in the er, as he did with most patients. though not all patients came with an already deduced diagnosis, masked, asking for a course of antibiotics for a disease that'd probably take a consult from infectious diseases to diagnose.

he asks if the man is a doctor, or in the biomedical field. he does not expect the reply to be "sort of" a blush, and a fumbled explanation that he's a researcher.

after that, he sees 'robby' semi-routinely - in the park, at the farmers market, in a coffee shop, ordering what has to be a crime against humanity of a coffee, and yet not once looking the barista in the eye whilst asking pumpkin spice foam on his cold brew.

being the chief attending of ptms, jack abbot has long since given up on seeing the world in black and white - except for his coffee. black for everyday, milk as a treat.

but the man has some sort of boyish charm about him, so jack shoots his shot - to which the response was more blushing (okay, that one was getting to jackand he really wanted to see more of it) and they exchanged numbers - the guy wasn't on instagram so it was old school texting for them.

and after that... jack has to say, it started nice. they'd schedule their dates around his shifts, and robby said he worked from home some days, sometimes had to travel for his research -though jack never could get a clean explanation on what the man did - apparently he finished med school, and applied for a research position instead of going the traditional route, and now was doing some sort of... linguistics research?

not that jack could complain, the other always smelled like old books and ink.

that is, until he gets a phonecall. it's robby. he sounds terrified. he says he's gonna come over - he's hurt. pretty bad. "call 911 man" "i can't".

that's how robby shows up at his apartment - half unconscious, with a crudely but effectively stitched wound - like someone tried to stop the blood loss in a hurry.

"what the hell man?"

"they didn't follow me here. fuck, should've-"

"gone to a hospital- no, sit down, let me take a look at it"

"should be fine, i'm up to date on tetanus... just had to hide out for a while"

"who did this to you"

"my work it's... it's pretty dangerous"

"as a researcher?"

"i lied about that, i'm sorry. i'm... i'm the librarian"

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"what the fuck does that mean"

to be continued(?)

[sincerelysamedt]

C... cameraworm belly kiss... please?

[BELLY KISS] love, care; a gesture of affection and protection implied sexual content

Three inches. No, four.

"What are you doing, you weirdo." Purple makes the terrible mistake of interrupting Green, grabbing them by the curls of their hair and the cartilage of their wrist.

"Measuring." They say cheerfully, pushing into Purple's palm. If Purple wants to touch them, Purple should touch them; everywhere and all at once and all the time.

"Measuring what." But Purple does get the hint, clever, so clever, pushing their long, lovely fingers through Green's hair, nails scraping against their scalp. If Green is especially lucky, Purple might even scratch them.

Green ho's and hums, palm heavy over Purple's stomach as Purple scritch-scratches their way to Green's heart, letting Green settle their head over Purple's tummy.

You can feel their heartbeat allllllllll the way down here, slow and hot.

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking of what?" Purple says. They sound sleepy.

"Hm." Green turns, chin in Purple's belly button. Four inches. They let their mouth map it, four inches up, just under Purple's ribs, the indent of them faint under Purple's shirt.

"I was just thinking," Green says, syrupy and indulgent. "How deep it would go."

The punch they get after is well-worth it. It hurts. It might bruise. Green might have been wrong.

Five inches.

[jarviscunter]

Hello who ordered uhhhh.. smarvis??

[stanleycupavoider]

it is a sin and a crime that not one y’all is writing good smut fics for kaprizov. i could find not a crumb! sickening and chilling