#push au

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

is there a fic idea/ prompt you wanted to write, but could never flesh it out no matter how much you worked on it?

Yes! I desperately wanna write a Push AU with Nick Gant and Reader, where they are on the run from Division, doing jobs for hire or hustling to survive. I've written a few short pieces, but I would love to do a series for Nick.

But I've never been able to get a solid enough idea or storyline formed to make it happen.

[lemotyan]

PUSH AU UPDATE 🎉🎉✨

Bachelor – a bleeder. An ambitious scientist from the capital who decided to challenge death.

Daniil is highly emotional, you can see it in his mimics, gestures and pose. It is the quality which made people listen to him and follow. His words are sparks and his voice is fire which can light as well as scorch. One day this man became too dangerous for the Authorities That Be.

He barely knows about his power. As a result, it's out of control and keeps taking part in his life against his will. How? Well. You can't see him using it on purpose, but suddenly at the middle of an argument you can hear beeping or even feel pain in the ear or head or have a nosebleed. A glass suddenly cracking in his hand when he enthusiastically talks about smth, a window quaking like during a thunderstorm. The sudden destruction follows his sight.

Surprisingly, he hides it as much as possible and doesn't really want to explore it. It's just a hindrance on his way, an annoying disadvantage of his mortal body.

However, he has two more people who know about his secret.

P.S.: I decided to start with Daniil and his bounds, so probably I'll make a voting on whom of them I'll talk about next.

[finditagain24]

Propelling forward

My contribution for the Sci-Fi Media AU day from @jatp-sci-fi-week !

This is Part 1 of my Push AU, inspired by the Chris Evans 2009 movie.

Lots of Willie feels in this one.

You can read it over at AO3!!

Propelling forward

[hunnybby]

title: shadow. mover. phaser.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: action/push au

getting out seems easy. finding the perfect team to do it is hard.

wc: 464

a/n: hello! :) this is a wip from the beginning of 2020 that i will never get around to finish ): if you all remember the 2009 movie Push, this is inspired by it- i never really figured out how i’d bring shadow into this.

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The plan: find a Mover good enough to help you escape this lame ass town.

The scene: currently chasing after a frantic, panicked, scared Jungkook.

The outcome: whatever this is.

“You’re-“ you huff, out of breath from running and rendered almost speechless. “You’re a Mover?” You tug at his arm roughly, rubbing it in that you were fast enough to catch him and agile enough, with a few hiccups, to dodge any items he seemed to effortlessly move to get in your way.

He’s embarrassed now. You can tell by the way he looks at your feet instead of your face. His body shifts uncomfortably. “Second generation,” he admits. “But I-“

The finger you point at him is straight, and you shoot him an angry frown. “We have been running around in circles all this time looking for a Mover, and you’ve been one this entire time?!”

“Look, it-“

“The next words that come out of your mouth better not be lies, Jungkook,” your eyes narrow, “If that even is your real name.”

A silly thing to say, given that you've known him for almost 6 months. But, you're beginning to think you don't know him at all. Who can blame you for being skeptical? You couldn't have seen this coming. You're a Phaser, not a Watcher.

He should have expected what you were going to say next after catching your breath, but it still catches him off guard. "Move me." You bring your arms up from your sides and spread your feet apart, bracing yourself for the impact. Not minding your surroundings, or paying any attention to the passersby that give you strange looks.

"I- what?"

You let out an exaggerated sigh. "Jungkook. Move. Me. Now."

“I can’t perform under pressure,” he confesses, wringing his wrists and staring at the floor. “I can move little things pretty easy. Coffee cups, chairs, doors-“

"You literally moved a car out of my way so I wouldn't get hit while I was gunning for your ass. You can move me," you cut in. "Do it."

You're right, he thinks. He did move a car, but he did it so you wouldn't die! He didn't know if you would have phased in time.

It's his turn to groan. His hand runs down his face in an attempt to calm his nerves. Sure, he was a Mover. Sure, he was okay at it. But he wasn't great at it. Hell, that was the first time he moved anything bigger than a washing machine in years.

He waits another beat until, "Fine."

You wait another beat until you give yourself a small 'yes!' in victory.

"But," he says, in the middle of your small win, "please wear protective gear before we do this. For myself more than for you."

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tagging: @wateringlily @tamcitrus

[groffiction]

This is for an upcoming scene in Underground Misfits, my ABO stuckony godfather/mob boss x Push movie AU, featuring Omega smol Verity Steve, Alpha Pusher Bucky, and Omega Watcher Tony. Hope you all like ite :). Feel free to reblog, like, just no reposting, thank you. -groffiction

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Transportation 20 with Gant

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Hey their my favorite Ghostie Anon! You know how much I love Nick, sorry this took me so long to do!

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As always this is an 18+ Only Blog

Flashes of scenery buzzed by as the car opened up on the interstate, finally taking them out of the city.

Nick was stiff behind the wheel, now and then his eyes darting to the rearview. You knew it was partially paranoia they were being followed out of the city they were currently running away from.

You opted to not think about being on the run again, Cassie warning them that Division was once again on the hunt for them. Relief of getting out of the city where it would be easier to trap any of you flowed through you, allowing the open breeze from the cracked window cool your face and the sun dapples coming through the glass warm you till you felt lazy, content in this old beater Nick was able to hot wire.

Cassie must have had the same idea to relax because you glanced over your shoulder to see her stretched on the backseat, her pale face tucked on her arm while the softest breaths escaped her parted lips. "Cassie, you awake?" You inquired but received no answer from her.

"She's out." You turned back to Nick, who finally sank back into the driver's seat, loosening up while they went with the flow of cars going to their own destinations.

"She earned it, with all that scrying she's been doing for us the past few days." He ran a hand through his scruffy hair, making it fluff up all the much more. A sure sign of how worried he's been.

"It was time we got out. Although I am going to miss that apartment." You said wistfully, for once your little ragtag team was able to hide out in a furnished place, the owners you found out were gone a majority of the year. Rich bastards used this as a vacation spot. Luckily for you all that meant the utilities were just kept on, for any of their weekend getaways. It was a few weeks of luxury you all enjoyed.

Sparingly, none of you wanted to draw attention to yourselves.

"It was a nice place, damn that bedroom." Nick smirked as his foot hit the gas, making you bite your own bottom lip in a grin at the thought. You both thoroughly enjoyed that masterbedroom, it was rare that you all could hide out in a place that had two bedrooms, typically it was given to Cassie, giving her some sense of being a teenage girl.

You slid over closer to Nick, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Cassie was still out. Your hand fell to his jean-clad thigh, squeezing and dragging down to rest your hand in against the inner part of his leg. "Getting to ride you in that tub." Your tone dropped almost to a whisper as your lips brushed against his neck, his eyes never leaving the road but you could see the quickened pace in his pulse, the red arousal creeping up the back of his neck. "All warm, wet, and soapy Nicky... I can't remember when you made me cum so hard."

Your hand squeezed now, almost his cock and he shifted in his seat with a grunt, eyes darting to look in the rearview to make sure their backseat passenger wasn't waking up. "Baby, you know I wasn't gonna let an opportunity like that pass, you were so fucking hot in the tub. Had to get my hands on you."

You laughed listening to him, pressing your lips against his neck in a flush of nips and kisses till you reached his earlobe. You knew he wouldn't be able to hold out longer without touching you at least, his hands flexing on the wheel as he continued maneuvering on the road. "Hands, mouth, cock. Glad we found out those rooms were soundproof cause I was so loud." Nick smirked again, proud of himself in those moments you were crying out his name and begging for more.

Your hand found where you wanted to be, brushing against the crotch of his pants, you felt him shift again, this time pushing into your hand and giving a slight groan. "Fuck." He muttered, now his sweet blue eyes flashing at you before falling to the road again. You loved driving him insane in the few moments of peace you two were allowed. "Loved hearing you scream my name Baby." His own hand fell to your lap, firmly sliding between your thighs and cupping your pussy through your own pants. Firm brushes of his fingers against the seam of the pants making you tingle.

A creak and moan from the back seat sprang you two apart, your hand resting back in your lap and his own back to the wheel. The tension between you two was there, but this just wasn't the time for going any further sadly. A hefty yawn had you glancing over your shoulder to see Cassie pushing up to a sit. "How much longer?"

"Mmh, another couple hours, then we will find a motel to crash in." His hand reached for you again, instead of touching you intimately, he took your hand, wrapping his fingers in yours and pulling your hand into his lap, just holding your hand. You leaned into him, your head going to his shoulder to enjoy this whole other kind of intimacy with Nick.

"Double beds?" Cassie inquired and Nick looked up in the rearview mirror.

"Nah, I think we got enough funds to get two rooms, right Y/N?"

"Enjoy it while we got it." Your hand gave a squeeze of affection to his, which Nick lifted to kiss your knuckles, silently agreeing with your statement.

[lemotyan]

Who of utopians you want to be introduced in Push AU next? 👀

Peter Stamatin

Andrey Stamatin

Mark Immortel

Maria Kaina

Voting ended onDec 25, 2023

Not all of the Pathologic characters have special abilities in this AU so I probably won't draw references each of them and join into one group. Anyway, they still have their meaning in the plot and I'll draw them doing things and just talk about their contribution to the plot a little bit later.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

High Stakes Push

Summary- 1.4k Nick Gant x Reader. You and Nick have a job to do that require some skills that your rag-tag team of Division's Most Wanted posses. It requires some finesse, some surprise, and most importantly, not getting caught.

Warnings- Threatening manner. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- This is written for @darth-anakin-bucky 1k Challenge. My prompt will be italicized in the story. Thank you Suz for letting me participate and congratulations on your milestone. I'm sorry that this is so late though. All mistakes are my own.

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You fiddled just outside of the clubs exclusive door. Where you knew the card game was going on, waiting with a tray of drinks. Nick was already in there, working the game with a finesse that you trusted. 

There was one thing Nick Gant was good at, it was a decent hustle. He would be able to goad and intice everyone to put everything they had into the game. Money, jewlery, cards, valuables. It was a gauranteed payday for you two, not to mention the other item you two were actually hired to steal, this was a easy job, a quick job and your little ragtag group desperatly needed it now that funds were running low once again. 

The two of you had it down, even down to you imposing as a clubs waitress, dressed to kill if need be. Strapped to your inner thigh was a dagger that had gotten the two of you out of some less then desirable situations. You just hoped that this wouldnt be one of them. 

Loud noises, bouncing lights and exuberant buzzed people pounded the energy behind you. You felt them, your body drawing from them the whole time, building, building, building. It throbbed in you, but you contained it like a little bomb in your core. A bouncer stood at the door, looking you up and down as if checking you out. 

Sweet little innocent, you with your skimpy dress and tray of drinks looking to go resupply the game going on with the twenty-five thousand dollars buy in. Cassie told you this would be the one to hit, worked it all out for both you and Nick. Assured you that they would let you in thinking you were simply the owner's newest favorite working girl. You could play this part. 

“How long you been here Sweetheart? Ain’t never seen you delivering drinks for Burgendy before.” 

You already rehearsed this line, Nick worked with you to make sure you got it just right. “Long enough. Got Burgendy’s Dalmore 62.” You nodded at the ridiculous expensive shots carefully placed in the middle, which the man glanced down. “He’s expecting this right now. You are not gonna make me explain to Mr.Burgendy that I’m not bringing his victory shots because his man wouldn’t let me through.”

It’s all about bluff, all about bluff. He looked you over once more and then stepped aside to let you through. You breezed past him as if you belonged, climbing a red encased set of stairs to the upper levels. Another door was clicked open for you, allowing you to enter the exclusive game. You never even looked at Nick as you approached the club owner. 

A truly vile man who took advantage of his workers in various ways. Cleaning him out gave you a sense of pleasure, as well as the rest of the men here. You could see the collection in the center of the table, piled high, just waiting to be plucked. Burgundy boasted out in a confident laugh, beckoning you in closer to him. “Got something just for me? You sure are a pretty thing.” His hand clasped the back of your ass, a fat hand digging into a cheek like he owned you. 

The temptation to stab the fuck in his neck right there was strong. But you resisted. You felt a rumble of the table and you willed Nick to chill and not loose his cool, not yet. 

You set the requested shots in front of the owner, smiling sweetly as you played the sweet innocent part, pretending to stutter over your words and act meek. “Y-yes, straight from the bar. They said it was your favorite Sir.” 

“Oh you are a keeper. Ass like a dime and manners to boot.” He pulled out his wallet and slipped the last remaining bill from it, tucking it in the front of your dress. “Keep this up Honey and I will keep you on my personal staff.” 

You had the wallet in sight, his ID’s and cards that was your main target in sight, it was enough to act not. For the first time you glanced at Nick, the clear signal. Now. 

Nick pushed back from the table, well out of harm's way while all that club energy you stored, you let it go. A heavy boom of a wave pounded around the table, the shock wave sending the bastards gambling at the table flying in all corners as if blasted from some invisible force. Nick managed to keep them pinned in place, his fingers splayed wide while maintaining the pressure across the room. “Gather it up Y/N, I can’t hold this many for long.” 

You scrambled, scooping up the wallet where Burgendy dropped it and sweeping your arm across the table to shove everything into a bag you had folded under your dress. You grabbed the dagger strapped to your thigh, leaning over Burgendy as he struggled against the pressure, beads of sweat rolling down his face in his fear. You let the knife tip slide along the edge of his face, sneering at him. “An anonymous buyer sends there regards. Keep fucking with your employees and someone worst then us will be back.” You snapped up to a stand, striding out of the room from a different exit with Nick right behind you. 

His arm went over your shoulder and he started counting doors, looking for that fifth one that Cassie insisted would take you through the kitchen and out into the back alleyway. There was yelling behind you, which you glanced over Nicks shoulder and sure enough, the bouncer who let you in was bursting through the door and looking for you. 

“We gotta get out of here Nick.” You ducked your head a bit to keep him from noticing you. 

“On it.” There was a twist of his fingers and the door burst open to let you two slip through. The kitchen ignored you two while darting down the aisle. You felt bad because these people were innocent in all this but you had to make a distraction. 

Nick did it for you, tossing up trays of utensils and food behind the two of you. No one continued following you, paused by the mess of flying plates and expensive fliet mignon. The back door was your saving grace, bursting out by a dumpster that looked like a body or two had been tossed in before and a disaster of a alleyway, Nick pulled you two to hide around it, out of sight. He enclosed you into his arms, shielding you form sight as your dress would have been a dead giveaway and you reached around him to yank his hoodie over his head, keeping your heads together while the door on the other side of the dumpster burst open. “We lost them Sir…” 

Nick and you held your breath, praying that he wouldn’t look around too much. You heard shuffling and the creak of the door slamming shut once again. “Well, he put zero effort into looking for us.” Nick scoffed as he let his tight hold loosen. 

“Just like Cassie said.” You said confidently as you let yourself give a nervous chuckle. Nick turned his gaze to that dress, whistling softly. 

“You look smoking hot in that Bunny.” He pinned you back to the alleys brick wall, his good mood at pulling this off making his features lighten up, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he traced a finger over the plunging v in the front. “I was ready to pop that bastards head off, touching you like that.” 

“I’m glad you maintained control. You are getting better.” You praised while he went in for that kiss, one that was just dirty in all the best ways, the adrenaline rush making you gasp against plush lips that still tasted of overpriced liquor and promises of a good time once they returned back to their little current hidey-hole. Your hand grasped the back of his neck to hold yourself in place, brushing into the spikey strands to give a gentle tug. Nick hissed against your lips, but let himself lift away. 

“Nick, if we get caught kissing in a small, dark, kind of shady alleyway, it’s on you.” 

“Ain’t no one gonna catch us.” As he said that, the door slammed back open, making you both duck out of sight. Once it went quiet again, Nick jerked his head towards the street, taking your hand. “You’re right. Let’s not push our luck.”