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Jack Abbot

Dottie (ongoing) 

Andrew 'Pope' Cody

Dating Andrew 'Pope' Cody head canons

Dating Andrew 'Pope' Cody head canons part 2

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Clark Kent

Where is Superman? Interview

Benjamin Poindexter

Match my freak Match my freak part 2 Milkshake

Sammie Moore

🕸 Benjamin Poindexter x Black widow!black!reader 🕸

🕸 word count: 1k

🕸 Summary: Daredevil has hired you to bring Bullseye to him. You accomplish your mission, now Dex is convinced you're his North Star.

🕸 Warning: Fighting, blood, and mention of reader being sexualized at a young age.

🕸 a/n: I got this idea from my recent work about Dex called, "Match my freak". I decided to take it a step further with idea, but they're still both unhinged. This will have a part 2. 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

“So, you’re a black widow” 

“Retired” 

“But you take on clients” 

“Buddy, if I didn’t take clients, you wouldn’t still be standing” 

You stare at the man in a mask, taking a bite of your fry.  

“Don’t kill him...” 

“Can I knock him out?” 

“You’ll have to” 

Your black boots pad along the concrete. You removed yourself from any affiliation with the red room about ten years ago, going under an alias when it comes to work. After going through the torment in the red room, you assumed to at least profit from your abilities. Hence, why Daredevil hired you. The bell on the door alarms the civilians of the diner, particularly the man sipping the milkshake. Benjamin Poindexter.  

“Hello, what can I get you?” The waitress asks, pulling out her notebook and pen. You scan the menu, “chocolate milkshake please”.  

“Want whip cream?” 

“Why not” 

You look down the row to see a man drinking his milkshake. That’s him. You give a sweet smile, knowing your intentions are far from it. You pull out your phone, shutting off all the security cameras in and outside of the building. “I’m going to give everyone twenty seconds to get out of here...unless you want to be collateral damage”. You hear a shuffle of feet scrambling out of the building. “Not you sugar” you say to the waitress.  

“So, how do you want to do this?” he asks. Your glossed lips turn into a smirk, “how about we decide that after my milkshake, it’s been a while since I’ve had a sweet treat”. He nods, respecting your sweet tooth. The waitress comes back handing you your milkshake. “Thank you”. You hand her a twenty-dollar bill, “you can go”. You know these damages will be over twenty dollars. The woman sprints out of the building, you tear the paper off the straw, sticking it in the milkshake.  He watches you drink the dessert. You take your time, knowing it’s annoying him a bit. When you hear the noises that the drink is finished, you give him a soft nod. He throws the knife, causing you to duck. You throw your milkshake cup at him; he grabs it throwing it back at you.  

You duck once again, charging towards him. You roundhouse kick his face; he holds his cheek, touching the slight cut you’ve given him from your boot. He smiles at the blood on his finger. He grabs two knives, throwing them in your direction. You dodge one, but the other slices your jeans open, presenting a cut on your thigh. You look at your thigh, then back at him. “Didn’t mommy teach you good manners?” He asks.  

“This isn’t the time to be talking about childhood trauma, Mr. Poindexter” you reach in your thigh strap, grabbing a knife. “I come prepared”. You throw the knife, slicing his arm, and landing in the wall. You two look at the knife, running towards it. He gets it first, leaning it toward your face. Your hands push against his, you kick him in the knee, he yelps in pain. The knife flies across the room. When he stands up, you’re nowhere to be found. He turns to find you with a pan; you hit him in the head with it, making him fall. You get on top of him, wrapping your hands around his neck. “Just go to sleep...” you assure. You feel his hands on your arms; you reach in your pocket, pulling out a syringe. You inject him with the needle, knocking him unconscious.  

You get off of him, and call Daredevil. “I’ve got him” you say, catching your breath. “Take him somewhere safe, I’ll be there in a few hours”. 

You tie him up and pull him into an alleyway where your car sits. It takes a few tries, but you get him in the trunk, and drive to your warehouse outside of the city. You sing along to your playlist, he hears the sound of music when he wakes. “Your singing sucks,”. “Who's captured, you or me?”. You ask, his eyes adjust to the dim light of the warehouse, fully capturing the sight of you. Your hips move from side to side while your fingers work the thread through the needle at a workbench. “You do this type of work a lot?”. 

You smile at the question, “If you’re judging me for my line of work, then Benjamin, you’re what we call a hypocrite.”. He chuckles, “it’s Dex, don’t be so official”. “See, Benjamin, I’m calling you Benjamin, because I honestly don’t give a damn. We’re not friends, so you’re Benjamin to me, since this is just a job. Meaning, we’re on a professional name base only.”. You stand before him in shorts, ones that accentuate the curve of your behind perfectly. “At least I know my squats have been working”. It draws him from his staring. “What?” He questions. “You think I don’t see you staring at my ass?” You tuck your lips, concentrating on stitching the scar on your thigh.  

“No matter how much you train yourself to show restraint, at the end of the day. You’re still a man.” Your words pierce him deeper than any knife he’s thrown. He looks back at his boots, respecting your privacy.  

He hears the shuffle of fabric, then a zip. “You can look”, he lifts his head looking at your clothed body. “Who knew you could feel embarrassment?” You ask. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...”. You laugh at him, “Uncomfortable? Oh, I’ve been sexualized since before I could wear a training bra.... the feeling of being uncomfortable is like second nature”. His heart sinks at your words. He may not understand the sadness behind your words, but he see your demeanor change. You may put a joking tone over the sentence, but the words still sting, nonetheless.  

“You’re not doing the face” 

“What face?” 

“The empathy face, most people do when I joke about that stuff” 

“Do you want me to? Show empathy towards you?” 

“No” 

“Alright” 

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June 22nd: Build a boyfriend - Andrew Pope Cody

June 29th: The long roadtrip - Joel Miller

July 6th: Something isn't right - Jabber

July 13th: He isn't alive - Hiromi Higuruma

July 20th: The dead among us - Leon Kennedy

July 22nd: Psycho Killer - Dex Poindexter

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°❀⋆ Teenager!Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Cheerleader!black fem reader °❀⋆

°❀⋆ Summary: You're the Captain of the Cheerleading team, and Andrew thinks you're the prettiest girl in school. The problem is you have a boyfriend.

°❀⋆ First time reading? Start here → part one

°❀⋆ word count: 969

°❀⋆ warning: Cursing, the reader's boyfriend being a jerk, and angst.

°❀⋆ a/n: This chapter has a bit of drama, so grab your popcorn. I haven't watched Animal Kingdom yet, so sorry for any mischaracterization. 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

It’s been days since you and Andrew last spoke. He hasn’t called or text, completely ghosting you. You haven’t seen him at school or cheer practice. During passing period, you walk to yearbook class. There’s Andrew talking to his math teacher. He walks out of the classroom, and his eyes fall on you. The top half of your hair in pigtails with white lace ribbon, the bottom half down with your curls defined. A white tank with a blue plaid short-sleeve button up over it, denim skort, and navy blue low top converse. You look so pretty.

“Andy, have you been avoiding me?” You ask, playing with the end of your skirt. You slow down your sentence, trying to not give away your jitters. His hair looks slightly different; his curls are a bit messy. But his eyes are giving you a pleading look. “No, I’ve just been busy,” he replies. Lie. “I mean, if I did anything you can tell me”. He feels horrible for making you feel like it’s your fault. The thing is, he’s been distancing himself for his own sake. Seeing you giggly with Derrick makes his blood boil. He’s a jerk, why would you still be with him? He doesn’t know why he cares so much, after all, he’s just your friend. “No, it’s not you...It’s personal,”.  

Your face saddens, imagining the possible pain he’s experiencing. You grab his hand, guiding him to an empty supply closet. “What’s going on?” you whisper; your manicured hands rest on his shoulders “Nothing”. You shake your head, not believing it for one second. “It’s just family business...nothing you have to worry about. I let it get the better of me, and I’m sorry for distancing myself from you. You don’t deserve that,”. He slumps his head on your shoulder, and you hug him. “Don’t apologize for being human; we all have our moments,” you whisper in his ear. Your lips are inches away, he lifts his head. Now, his face are inches from yours; he looks at your lips then your eyes.  

His hands rest on your lower back. There’s nothing more he wants to do than lean closer and capture your lips in a kiss. He reminds himself; you’re just friends. “I better head to class...” your words pull him from his thoughts. “Me too”.  

You two walk out of the supply closet going your separate ways. You walk quickly, trying to ignore how warm your body is. You sit in yearbook class designing the cover with your classmate. “What’s up with you and Andrew?” Your classmate, Cleo, asks. “Nothing, just friends. Besides, I’m dating Derrick, Cleo remember?”. She sips her water bottle, “I don’t know...I sense tension”. You ignore her prying, continuing the design. On the way to the girls locker room, you feel an arm across your shoulders. “Hi, baby” Derrick says, kissing your cheek. “Hi,”. “A little birdie told me, they saw you and Cody walking out of a supply closet together.”. He looks at you, hoping it’s not true.  

“Yeah, but we were just talking, he seemed a bit sad. I took us somewhere private to chat. Nothing more” You explain. “Hm...just asking. Those Cody's can get a bit handsy”. You scoff at his statement, “he hasn’t gotten handsy with me, so I don’t know if that rumor is true”. You take his arm off of your shoulders, walking into the locker room.

“What was that about?” Faith asks, tying her sneakers. “Derrick being insecure,” you adjust your skirt. “You need to dump him, and get with Andrew” she says his name in a sing song tone, hooking her arm into yours. You walk with Faith, then feel one of the girls nudge you. You turn back to see it’s, Mia, a junior who gets scolded for laughing with her friends constantly. “Excuse you,” you say. She rolls her eyes at you, proceeding to walk away.  

“Who pissed in her cheerios?” Faith questions. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,”. Practice begins with you watching the girls perform the cheer for this Friday's game. You catch Mia talking to her friends. “Mia pay attention,”. You demonstrate the cheer to the girls again. “Mia! Pay attention!” Coach yells, “Y/N has already told you,”. Her eyes cut at you, if looks could kill you would be dead for sure, then she begins to perform the cheer. You see Andrew and Craig sitting on the bleachers. You feel his eyes on you; you tuck your lips to avoid smiling. During the fifteen-minute break, you lean against the railing, chatting with Andrew and Craig. “I got you a Gatorade,” Andrew says, handing the drink to you. “What’d you get me?” Faith teases, eating candy.  

He tosses her a Gatorade; she catches it smiling in victory. “See, I knew I liked you”. He chuckles at her compliment. “How’s the yearbook coming along?” Andrew asks. You struggle with the bottle, handing it back to him. “It’s good,”. You were faking not being able to open the bottle. Andrew opens it in one go; his hand veins prominent. Faith gives you a look, then returns to eating her candy. “Thank you”. You two continue chatting till coach blows the whistle. When you and faith return, you hear whispering. “She thinks she’s better than everybody else,” Mia whispers. 

Faith and you stare at her, “What’d you say?” You ask.  “I said, you think you’re the shit because of your parents, trust fund baby,”.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, so watch what you say,”, your voice raises. She gets up from her circle, walking towards you. “I can say what the hell I want, I’ve heard about you,”. You look at her with a confused look. What is she talking about? “From whom?” You ask.

 “Derrick, your boyfriend”.  

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⊹₊⟡⋆ Clark Kent x fem black!reader ⊹₊⟡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ This is a continuation of Where is Superman?

⊹₊⟡⋆ word count: 703

⊹₊⟡⋆ Summary: You're a photojournalist at Daily's Planet, and you've been trying to catch Superman for a year. But, who winds up with an interview with him every time? Clark Kent. You've decided enough is enough, and you're going to get your photo and interview no matter what.

⊹₊⟡⋆ a/n: Look at me with the double upload. Anyways, I hope you all 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

“You were rescued by Superman?! Oh my gosh are you okay?” Lois asks over the phone. You two are on face time deciding on an outfit for your interview tonight. “I’m perfectly fine, it was nerve-wrecking at first, but because of superman, I’m still alive. Maybe I should wear something a bit scandalous to show my appreciation”. Lois giggles, as you rummage through your closet. “This is cute, right?” You show her the two-piece set. “Perfect! Wear that”. After setting up to get ready, you two say goodbye. You begin your nighttime regimen, spraying perfume on yourself to finish. By eight-thirty, you prepare tea for yourself, and research Superman’s favorite beverage.  

You hear a soft knock at your fire escape window. You open it, and the broad man climbs into your home. “Hi” you say softly, taking in this 6’4 man with muscles of steel. “Hello” his deep voice is like music to your ears. “Please...have a seat” you gesture towards the dining table. You grab a soda from the fridge, “I heard it’s your favorite”. You place the can on a coaster. “That would be correct”. You smile, taking in the small victory. You place your beverage on a coaster in front of his. “I’m glad you agreed to do this interview”, You say. “Of course, I’ve seen your work. It’s quite remarkable”.  

“Thank you...I’m so touched,” you try to stay professional, but he looks so good. “Would you like to begin the interview?”. Your thumb clicks the pen, and you open your notebook. “I’d love to”. You press play on the tape recorder. Your gaze falls on him, admiring the view. “So, many women find you quite attractive”, he chuckles at the compliment.  

“Would you mind telling me how tall you are?”.  

“6’4” 

“How big are you?” 

He looks at you, flattered by the question. Your eyes widen at how the sentence sounds. “I mean how much do you weigh...”. You cover your face, completely embarrassed. “225”. 

“225...” you mutter; your eyes flick back to him. “I apologize for how my previous sentence sounded; I did not mean it in that manner”. “No... you’re fine”. He looks at you, “you’re fine” he repeats. The grip on your pen tightens, you can’t help but feel warm under his gaze. You continue the interview, asking him about why he’s a hero, and does the responsibility ever become too much to bear. You can’t ignore the looks he gives you; the tension is thick. Your finger presses the pause button, “Superman...I feel a bit of tension”. You bat your lashes at him, waiting for him to kindly reject you.  

“Well...you would be correct” he stares at you. You toss the notebook and pen onto your couch. Superman moves the table aside, giving you room to get closer. He doesn’t give you the chance, because his hands are already on you, picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, “I’m not one to do this” you whisper. “I believe you, because neither am I” he pants, leaning in for another kiss. His lips against yours feel amazing, his grip on your body tightens, it’s suffocating, but hypnotizing at the same time. “You’re so beautiful” he mutters against your neck. You pull his head from your neck, kissing him again. His eyes search for your bedroom to see the door slightly open. He carries you to the room, gently placing you on the bed. When he hovers over you, you wrap your legs around his waist putting your self defense class nights with Louis to work.

You giggle at his surprised expression, when he realizes you're now on top of him. He looks at your face, hands resting on your waist. “We can’t do this” he whispers, your heart drops. “Did I do something wrong?” you question. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to you, gosh no. He’s been attracted to you, since your first day at Daily Planet. With something this intimate, he wanted it to be with him as Clark Kent, not Superman. “No...no, you’re perfect. I just can’t, I’m sorry”. He gets up from the bed and leaves the same way he entered. Leaving you sitting on the bed in confusion.  

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꩜ Benjamin Poindexter x stalker!black!reader ꩜

꩜ word count: 413

꩜ Summary: Benjamin has a crush on you, so he stalks you in order to get to know you better. Little does he know, you're stalking him back.

꩜ Warning: Mentions of suicide and potential use of a gun (he doesn't use the gun).

꩜ a/n: The part 2 you've all been waiting for! I'm so happy you guys enjoyed the first part. This takes place before the events of Daredevil: Born Again. 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

A few years ago, you were at a low point in your life. School was draining you; you had a crappy job, and trying to find an internship while receiving so many rejections became overwhelming. One night, you were tipsy from drinking wine and basking in your sadness. You called the Brooklyn suicide hotline, “Hello, this is Brooklyn’s suicide hotline, my name is Ben, how many I help you”. That’s where you knew Ben.  

Most people would be scared out of their minds when they’ve been discovered stalking. Instead, you hop up from your desk, pad your way to the bathroom, and begin to get dolled up for Dex. You take an everything shower, put on a cute two-piece set, do your hair, do your makeup, and spray perfume to seal the deal. By the time you walk out of the bathroom, cool metal is pressed against your forehead. “Hi Benjamin” you say excitedly. The man cocks his head to the side, your reaction to a gun pressed against your forehead is far from expected. “Who are you?”. His voice sounds harsh, not anything like the previous sweet tone he uses. 

“The real question is who are you” You tap his chest with a smile. “I asked first”. His finger ghosts over the trigger; you stare at him. “If you’re going to threaten someone with a gun, Ben, it’s better to take the safety off, so they know you actually mean business.” You bat your lashes at him; Ben was always one to go for women he deemed better than him. Your exterior gave that assumption, but now he knows the true you. It still applies; you are obsessed with him the same way he is with you. He’s never met anyone who can match him the way you do. “You thought I’d kill you?” he asks, you shake your head no. “Because you’ve finally found someone like you”.  

He stares at you, “are you going to tell anyone about me?”. You turn your head to the side slightly, “tell them what?” you say cluelessly. He chuckles at you, putting the gun away. “I remember you...uhm...suicide hotline?” your eyes widen, he remembers you. He does love you. “Oh ben!” You exclaim, practically jumping into his arms. “You remember me!” His arms wrap around your waist, staring at you. “You’re the first man, who doesn’t think I’m too much,”. “I think you’re perfectly fine”. You smile at the compliment, pulling him into a kiss.  

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ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 1k

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), blood, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible).

۶ৎ a/n: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. 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

2:00 PM 

The eye contact continues, even while he pours himself a cup of coffee. His eyes glance at you every now and then, “You’re looking at me like you’re about to commit an HR violation,” you tease. He chokes on the drink. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn't mean to,” he holds his hand up, showing you he’s alright. “I’m fine,” he chuckles. “It’d only be an HR violation if HR knew about it,”. You give him a smile. You’re flirting with your attending and you don’t feel bad about it. It’s not like you have daddy issues; your dad is happily married to your mom. Which only means one thing; you have issues. “Well good thing they won’t”, you get up to leave, but not without rubbing your hand over his non-injured shoulder. Massaging his shoulder blade, he groans in response completely, letting himself relax under your touch.  

“Leaving so soon?” He rasps. You lean to his ear; your lips inches away. He closes his eyes basking in the closeness of your body. “I have to go, Dr. Abbott; my patients need me,”. He turns his head, so now his lips are inches away from yours. You want to kiss him desperately, your body practically on fire with need. You want nothing more than to feel your lips on his. “We can discuss this more tonight, okay?”. Your voice is as soft as can be, considering how wrong this is. He nods instinctively, “Call me jack” he says. You smile at his wish for formalities, “Alright, jack, keep calling me sweetheart,”. Your hand leaves his shoulder, and you leave the room.  

You don’t want him anymore; you need him. The way he makes your body warm up, no man has ever done that. Not even your college boyfriend. He’s the first man to know your body without having to touch you. He knows what you like, don’t like, and what even makes you tick. You want to feel his touch on you. Not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. To feel his callous hands, rub your bare back after a long day, hands on your waist as you prepare dinner, the same hands rubbing through your scalp on wash day. You’re so touch deprived it’s a shame. The fact you’re daydreaming about your attending in an intimate manner is even worse. To pull you from your inappropriate thoughts, Woodbridge patients come in, one after the other. You’re so overstimulated to the point you walk outside to get a breath of fresh air.  

The summer heat hits your face instantly; your mind is swirling with thoughts. Leaving you with only one way to calm down. “I’m the baddest bitch. What? Who's bad” You whisper Trina’s song to yourself. The song you play whenever you’re feeling insecure, especially during your luteal phase. Your hips start rolling off instinct imagining the instrumental. “Dr. L/N we nee-” Langdon begins. He stares at the sight before him, you dancing in your scrubs in silence. He covers his mouth, so you won't hear his impending laughter. Yet, your eyes land on his when you turn around. “Oh my gosh, how much of that did you see?” you question. He shrugs, “not much, just you rolling your hips to complete silence,”.  

“I-what patient needs me?”, you follow him back inside. When you make it past the nurse’s station, you’re on your back. You fall in a pool of blood, meaning your scrubs are stained. “Sweet baby Jesus” Dana says, you try to reach for the counter, but your legs continue sliding on the blood causing you to fall again. This time on your side, and it hurts, suddenly you feel large hands grab you. “Talk to me sweetheart, you, okay?” Dr. Abbott, Jack asks. You shake your head, “it’s my side,”. “Dana, I’m going to treat her. You’ll need to find someone to take my place,”. He pulls your body up from the mess. “Ok, go help Dottie,”. On the plus side, no blood got in your hair.  

“I’m going to give you new scrubs,” He states. You nod, as he helps you to a room. You tell him your size and change into a hospital gown while you wait. This is so embarrassing, who falls in a pool of blood, and hurts their side only, Dottie. “I got your scrubs, now let me see your side,”. Uh oh...you have to pull down half of your gown to your attending. He’s going to see your bra.

“I don’t want you to see,” you say. “Sweetheart, everyone is occupied. I’m the only one who can do it. I hate seeing you in pain,” you hate to admit it, but he's right. “I don’t want you to see my bra,”. He chuckles at your statement, moving closer to the bed. “I can get a towel to cover your chest while I check your side,” you nod at the suggestion. He grabs a towel, and hands it to you. His back is to you, so you can undress properly, but something inside you wants him to turn to get a peek. But you know he’s too much of a gentleman to do so.  

“I’m ready,” he turns to you, your pretty eyes set on him. You feel vulnerable to his observing ones. You feel his gloved hand come to contact with your side. You shiver slightly at the coldness of the glove, then you feel the warmth of Jack’s hand. “Let me know if it hurts,”. His fingers run along your side. His fingers hit the exact spot you’re hurting, your eyes shut, and your hand pats the bedsheets. “Right there?” he questions, and you nod. “How bad does it hurt on a scale from one to ten?”. 

“Eight,” you answer. “It’s going to be okay,” he reassures rubbing his thumb over your hand. “Let me feel again,” he gently presses the spot again causing your eyes to shut, and you grip his hand. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he coos.  

“You need to go home”, you shake your head at the thought. “I can’t go home Jack,”. He takes off his glove, and his hand cups your jaw. “Yes, you can, your body is in pain. This job is going to be here,”. 

Chapter seven release date: June 12th

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ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 1k

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), blood, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible).

۶ৎ a/n: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. I am so sorry for the late upload, I've been trying to lower my screen time. Also, I've been trying to take a mental health break, but once again I do apologize for my tardiness with the upload. 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

1:00 PM 

Sweetheart, he called you sweetheart. He’s never called you anything outside of, Dr. L/N. You put on gloves, staring at Dr. Abbott. The door shuts you two off from any interruptions, leaving you alone with him. He unfastens his vest; a groan leaves his lips from relief. You don’t realize until now; you’ve been holding your breath. You finally exhale, “Would you like privacy while you take off your top?” you question. “Trust my neighbors have probably seen worse,” he jokes. You smirk at the joke but look away as he takes off his top and tank top. “Never seen a topless man, Dr. L/N?”. You avoid eye contact, but his hand softly takes hold of your wrist. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop,” he reassures. 

You’re far from uncomfortable. You want nothing more than to rest your palms on his chest. To hear sweetheart leave his lips once again. “I’m not uncomfortable, now let me check your back, Dr. Abbott,” you affirm. He turns his back to you; you stare at the freckles that coat his shoulders. The shoulders you want to massage after he works the night shift. Right before your shift, you wearing his t-shirt, and the praise he gives you when your fingers rub over the spot that’s been giving him trouble. “The bullet grazed you,”. If he didn't have his vest on, he’d- “Hey, get out of that pretty head of yours. I’m fine,”. “You have to be more careful, Dr. Abbott. We need you here,”. You clean the wound with saline; the doctor falls silent at your statement. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,”.  

You try to push the warmness that’s moving through your body away. The sureness of his voice, and that damn nickname. You dress the wound in antibiotic ointment, making sure to be intricate with your placement. You use a non-stick bandage to protect the wound from infection. “There, I’m done,” you say, He turns to you, your eyes instantly move to his chest. You catch yourself, directing your eyes to his. “I’ll buy you a drink tonight for your kindness,”. Dr. Abbott is going to the bar; that means one thing. You have to look hot. “I’ll hold you to it, Dr. Abbott,”. You take off the gloves, tossing them into the trash. You sanitize your hands, then stand in front of the screen looking for your next patient. “So, where were you, while the rest of us were operating on patients?” Javadi’s eyes search your face for an answer. “I was helping, Dr. Abbott,”.  

“Oh!” Her eyebrows raise, “what was wrong with him?”. “I can’t say, hipaa laws,”. “Dottie, take this patient who has glass through their foot,” Dana says, handing you a tablet. You walk to the patient’s room. After calming down the patient, you let them soak their foot in water with Epsom salt. “Sir, would you like anesthetic to deal with the pain? When I pull the glass out, it will hurt,” you warn. “I’m fine, I don’t need anything,” he replies. “Alright...” you mutter to yourself. You grab tweezers and begin to pull the glass out of his foot. His scream is heard from outside the room, throughout the hospital floor. After treating the patient, you walk into an empty patient room to find Santos and Garcia making out.  

“Oh my gosh,” you say, “I knew it!”. “Bubbles, don’t tell anyone!” Santos yells. You walk out of the room to give them privacy. “Sweetheart, I need that room for a patient,” the voice is familiar, it’s Dr. Abbott. “Holy crap, he’s going to see them. Do something!” You think. “No!”, your hands instantly rest on his chest to push him from the door. His eyes widen at your sudden outburst, then they fall on your hands. Your hands feel complete muscle underneath his scrubs. “Why can’t I go in there?” He asks, his eyes pierce into yours. “I-”.  

“Who’s in there sweetheart, I won’t tell, I promise,”. It’s like he can tell you’re withholding the truth. You hear the door shut from the other side; you twist the knob presenting the empty room to him. “See nobody,” you assure. His eyes search the room, then he hears the door shut. You’ve left. So much is happening at once, Dr. Abbott's flirting, Santos and Garcia making out. You KNEW something was going on with those two. Dr. Abbott shirtless. You reminisce about his chest on full display in front of you. “What did he mean by his neighbors have seen worse?” You think. 

You remember Whittaker telling you, Dr. Abbott does nude yoga when you, him, javadi, and santos had sushi together. "I wonder where he lives, so I can become his neighbor" you push that thought away.  McKay walks past you, but you gently grab her hand. “You didn’t tell me Dr. Abbott was coming,” you say. She smirks at your statement. “I didn’t think it’d be a problem,”.  

“It’s not, just you said day shift,”. She gives you a clueless look, shrugging her shoulders. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” She gives you a smile, walking back to her patient. You roll your eyes, beginning the process of charting. “Dottie, I think you’ve got all the flavor out of that gum sugar,” Dana says. “I know, I was waiting on Javadi to take my lunch break,”. “Well honey, I hate to break it to you, but if you plan on taking that lunch break later it won’t be happening,”.  

“Why?” You ask. “Westbridge shut down, so you better find a quick snack to hold you over,”. You fake a cry knowing Javadi took one of your snacks, and one protein bar won’t fill you up. “It’s fine,”. You return to charting and chewing on your gum. Thirty minutes pass, and you hear, “Smoothie king for you, Dottie”. Dana holds the bag, and you quickly retrieve it. You didn’t order smoothie king, your eyebrows furrow. “Do you know who bought it?”, she shakes her head. “I’ll take a quick break,”. You sit in the break room trying to find out who bought it. The problem is, It’s in your name. Like clockwork, “Hello, sweetheart,” Dr. Abbott says. 

 “Did you buy me this?” You stare at him, and he nods. “Don’t need you passing out on me, hm?” He leans against the counter. “You didn’t ha-”. “But I did, and I want you to drink it,”. He stands there; you poke the straw through the opening. You take a sip maintaining eye contact with him, and his eyes don’t falter for a second.  

Chapter six release date: June 5th

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

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‧₊ ♪˚⊹ 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” 

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ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 3k

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), Jack is in this chapter, and yes he's in uniform, blood, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible).

۶ৎ a/n: Hello, everyone! Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. Initially this chapter was intended to be just a thousand words as usual, but I missed Jack, so I put a few chapters together. 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

10:00 AM 

“Alright, Lindsay, so I’ve looked over your x-ray. I was wondering, if you’re in any sports?” You question. “I’m in soccer, but I’m also in student body,” she answers. You nod while taking note, “that concurs,”. “Why? What's happening to her?” The mother asks. “Your daughter is causing strain on her heart from stress, it’s commonly known as broken heart syndrome, but we call it stress cardiomyopathy. “Oh my gosh,” The mother places her hand against her chest. You stay silent for a moment, so the pair can digest this news. “You must stop stressing; Lindsay, or you can suffer from a heart attack. You’re not too young,”.

You watch Lindsay and her mother’s expressions, then the light gets a bit brighter. “I’ll let you two discuss this amongst yourselves, please excuse me,". You take a deep breath, rushing to an empty patient room.

9 years ago

“You must stop stressing, Miss L/N”. You were eighteen, and it was your senior year of high school. The stress of grades, college applications, and after-school clubs were becoming unbearable. It got to a point where you just wanted to sleep all day to escape. The alarming sign was when you had a panic attack in the bathroom, tears cascading down your face, your shaking hand clutching your chest trying to stop the pain.  

You had to quit your after-school clubs, because you couldn’t stop stressing. Your mother had to book a bi-weekly spa day for you, for the rest of your senior year as well. That’s why you do different forms of fitness, to regulate your nervous system, but it does have other benefits. 

Present

“You’re okay...” you whisper to yourself. The door opens to reveal Dr. Mohan. “Oh, I’m sorry I thought this one was empty,”. “It’s okay, you’re okay,”.  you continue whispering, not realizing she's right there.

“Are you okay?” She asks, you nod rubbing your knees, then covering your face. “I’m fine, I just...need a minute. Please just give me a minute,”. You can see her heartbreak for you. Sympathy covers her like a coat, and she’s watching the happiest person in the ER break before her eyes. “Okay,” she leaves you be. You sit in silence repeating “you’re okay” to yourself. When you return to Lindsay a random woman is with her. “Hello, who are you?” you inquire with a smile.

“I’m her coach, and a family friend,” she looks at you; you don’t look at her. You look at Lindsay’s sudden change of body language. It’s stiff and uneasy, unlike her body language with her mother. “I was telling her how she needs to calm down, because we can’t lose our star player,” she jokes. Lindsay nervously laughs, but you don’t let a single noise leave your mouth. You’ve seen people like Lindsay, hell you are Lindsay. You’ve also seen people like her coach.  

“She shouldn’t play for a while, because she’s overworking herself,” You explain. The woman’s expression goes from glee to confusion in a matter of seconds. “That can’t be possible we’re going to the championship,”. You stare at her, confused by her selfishness. “Ma’am if you don’t let her relax for a bit, it won’t be good...”. “I understand that, but we need her,”.

“Come with me ma’am,” you motion to the hallway. You rack your brain on what you’re going to tell her. Your lip quivers trying to stomach Lindsay’s situation. “She can’t play period.” You state, she scoffs at you. “I’ve known her since a baby, okay? You don’t know a damn thing about her. I know what she can and can’t take!” The coach yells.  

“You obviously don’t, because that damn girl will die of a heart attack if you don’t stop pressuring her! She is a child! She is a seventeen-year-old girl! You will kill her before she reaches her eighteenth birthday if you continue the way you are going!” You didn’t realize, but your voice was escalating as you continued speaking. “It isn’t fair to her or her mother if you take her baby away from her for your own selfish reasons,”. A few of your coworkers' stare at you and the woman. “I’m sorry...I don’t mean to yell, but this is important for her. Please give her a break,”. 

You walk away. You feel horrible for yelling, but you needed to get your point across. You need her to give that girl a break. Dr. Al-Hashimi walks into the break room where you’re sitting. “I’ll apologize...I was wrong, I shouldn’t have yelled,”. “What’s going on, Dr. L/N” she asks. “She’s going to kill that girl if she doesn’t stop...” you feel nauseous at the thought. She sighs, taking a seat next to you.  

“I understand that, and you shouldn’t have yelled, but I do admire your connection towards your patients,”. You give her a slight smile. “Thank you, I just know what Lindsay’s going through.”. Dr. Al-Hashimi nods, and you wait for her response. “I understand that, but there’s only so much we can do,”. You nod in agreement; you understand you’ve done all you can. It’s all up to Lindsay and her mother to decide her fate.

“YOU’VE BEEN KILLING MY DAUGHTER?!” The voice echoes throughout the hospital, and you see security rushing past the door. When you and Dr. Al-Hashimi walk out of the break room, Lindsay’s mother and her coach are having a screaming match. “Hey! Hey!” You yell, attempting to calm the pair. “My baby isn’t going to play for the rest of the season! You unthoughtful bitch!” Lindsay’s mother yells.  

“Ma’am” you say, and Lindsay’s mother shoves the coach. “Ma’am!” you yell. “If you continue conducting yourself this way, we will remove you from the premises, and I’m sure Lindsay doesn’t want that,”. It's quiet for a moment, Lindsay's mother takes in your words. “Okay...”. You're going to need a few cocktails for this shift. “Would you like something to eat Lindsay,” you ask when you enter her room.  

“A sandwich please,”.  

“What kind?” 

“Ham and cheese” 

“Coming right up,”  

11:00 AM 

“When are you taking your lunch break, so I can too,” Javadi asks. “Around 3, then I packed a snack for seven,”. Javadi listens, slowly taking one of your protein bars from your desk. “Hey, thief,” you say. She giggles, wheeling away on her chair. You think over what you’ll wear tonight as you chart, considering you don’t get out that much you have plenty of options. It’ll just be coworkers, so you’re going to keep it casual. A cute graphic tee, mid-rise jeans, and kitten heels should do the trick. Or a mini skirt with boots? You rub your temples before continuing your charting. Your last patient has been discharged.  

“Dottie, I need you to pick up a patient,” Dana says. “Gotcha,”. When you make it to the patient’s room, it’s a young woman. Nothing over twenty-two, and she’s obviously nervous. “Good morning,” you greet with a smile. She waves shyly, “sorry, I don’t know why I did that...hi,” Renee replies. You giggle at her awkwardness reminding you a bit of yourself. “Oh no you’re fine, I laughed then snorted this morning, so you can’t get worse than me,”. She giggles at your statement before covering her mouth feeling insensitive. “Sorry...”, you shake your head, then smile. “No, I wanted you to laugh, so what brings you in today?” You ask. “I’m irritated down there, and it itches when I pee...”. You listen and document what she’s saying. “Are you sexually active ma’am,”. 

The young lady looks down, before answering. “Yes, my boyfriend can get carried away sometimes”. Your eyebrow raises, and her eyes widen like she can read your mind. “Not like that, we’ve been trying new things in bed.” you relax at her clarification. “Okay, I was concerned for a moment,”. She giggles and shakes her head. “Do you use protection?”. “Sometimes...” she admits, “We get so wrapped up in the moment at times, but I’m on birth control,”. She looks around the room. “How old are you doctor?”.  

“I am twenty-seven,”. “Alright, so you understand,” she rejoices. You nod with a smile. You’re lying; you don’t understand a damn thing she’s talking about. The amount of sexual experience you have is as small as a piece of lint. Even that is being generous. “I’m going to step out to grab the materials, so I can conduct a pelvic exam.” You walk to the supply room for a kit, thinking of how the patient expressed her joy concerning intercourse. The word sex makes you scrunch your nose, so you never refer to it as that. Many say it’s because of your sensitized brain; you’re twenty-seven and still can’t say the word sex without cringing a bit. To help you, you refer to it as intercourse.  

“Maybe I need to become sexually active” you think to yourself. That means you’ll have to find a boyfriend, which is hard on its own, then you’ll have to be in the nude in front of him. Yeah...no, you’ll just buy a toy at this rate. You shake the thought from your head, before smelling the nastiest smell of your life. “What is that?” you look around you for the source. It’s Emma and Dana handling, Manny. A man who you’ve even assisted before as a part of the street medicine team. “Holy!” Dana yelps, two large lizards run in your direction. This shift has got to be some sick joke. You got thrown up on, you had to separate a screaming match, and now two lizards are charging toward you. You take off like anyone would; some eyes are on you. Then their eyes shift to the lizards, and shrieks are all you can hear. Just in time you make it back to your patient’s room before the lizards can get there.  

“Whittaker kill it!” Santos yells from the hallway. “Is everything alright out there?” Renee asks, and you nod. “Everything is fine, don’t worry about them. Just relax,”. She nods, taking a deep breath, and closes her eyes to relax fully. You put on gloves, then begin the procedure. You hum the melody of “Pocketful of Sunshine” while working. “Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me,” Renee sings. Your eyes light up to hear her know the song. “Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me”. “Oh, oh oh,” you both sing in unison. “Dr. L/N,” Mel states, the sight she catches you in is comical. Your patient lies on the bed, and you’re standing with your hips swiveling as you two sing the lyrics. You’re so in tune with the song you don’t realize Renee stopped singing when Mel walked in. “I’ve got a...got a pocket full of what”. “Dr. L/N!” Mel shouts, causing you to jump. “Sorry, for my outburst, but you’re needed for an emergency procedure,”.  

 The sight that beholds you is unimaginable. A pregnant mother and her baby at risk of dying. You put on your gown and gloves immediately. “We have to perform an emergency c-section. The umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's arm,” Dr. Robby says. “You can’t do that she wants a natural birth!” her husband demands. “Sir, do you want a wife and a baby to go home with? If so, we must do this procedure,” Garcia states, the man nods immediately. Perlah directs him to the hallway. 

You grab a scalpel, and direct it toward the woman’s bikini line. “I’m making an incision right at the bikini line,”. You slice and see the baby immediately. “BP is dropping; we have to act now,” Garcia exclaims. Mel reaches in to lift the umbilical cord from the baby’s arm, then lifts it free. You clip the umbilical cord; McKay, Mel, and Whittaker lay the baby on the hospital’s bassinet to properly monitor it. “BP is back to normal,” Dr. Robby says.  

“Good job, Dr. L/N,” Dr. Robby compliments. You sigh with relief. “Thank you sir,”. After cleaning yourself up, you return to Renee to get the exam processed. 

12:00 PM 

You blame the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice for the way you perceive relationships. Or how you don’t perceive them, since a relationship is the last thing on your consciousness till it’s brought to your attention by someone else. Although you see their happiness when bringing up a relationship, you’re happy with being single. You review Renee’s test results, before walking in. “Alright, Renee, so according to these test results you have a yeast infection,”. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops at the news. “From now on please be careful. I will prescribe you an antibiotic.” Renee’s smiles at the news, and thanks you. “Of course, have a great day.” you say. You do a celebratory dance when you leave, reminiscing the successful operation with the pregnant patient. You hear a giggle in front of you, and it’s Princess. You quickly walk away to hide your embarrassment.  

You stare at the computer charting away, whilst chewing gum to distract yourself from being hungry. When it “slows down” these are the moments you think about your impending shopping sprees. The yarn you’ll buy from the arts and crafts store for your crocheting or knitting projects, the beautiful coat you saw in the window at a store you walked past last weekend, and getting your monthly blowout done by your hair stylist. You don’t notice, but your legs are swinging at the thought of it.  

“What’s got you so giddy?” McKay asks. “My upcoming shopping spree,”. If excitement could take a form, it’d be your voice right now. McKay smiles at your excitement. “I don’t blame you,”. You resume charting with these thoughts. Your mind contemplates the camo pants you saw online recently; the first person you think of is Dr. Abbot. Dr. Abbot in camo pants. Dr. Abbot wearing something you bought. “You don’t want to bite a hole in your lip,” Whittaker teases. You realize your teeth are almost piercing through your bottom lip.  

“Yeah...” you mutter. You’ve got to get a grip; Dr. Abbot is an older man. Even when he teases you from time to time. That’s just his personality. It’s nothing to it. So, why are you imagining his thick thighs in those camo pants right now? The bulge of his biceps when he crosses his arms, or the look he gives you when he notices you’re staring. You act like a Victorian woman whenever you see an inch of Dr. Abbot’s skin, as if you’ve never seen a man before.  

When you come back to, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can’t think of Dr. Abbot in that way; it’s extremely inappropriate. “Something going on in that head?” Santos questions, you don’t respond. Only glaring at her, “or is a certain someone going through your thoughts?”. Your eyes widen at her question, causing her to gasp. “Oh my gosh, who is it?”. She jumps for joy; this day can’t get any worse. Genuinely. “It’s no one, santos,”. She shakes her head at your lie, “it’s someone bubbles, wait....is it peepaw?” She waits for your face to reveal the answer, but here comes Mel rescuing you.  

“Hey Y/N, can you help me with a patient?” Mel asks, without missing a beat you happily oblige. When you two walk in, it’s a man with an obvious broken leg, and his girlfriend. “Hello, I’m Dr. L/N,” you welcome the pair. “Hi, I’m Jess, his girlfriend,” Jess replies with her hand out. You happily shake her hand, then look at Mel. “So, how did this happen?”. “Well-” the man begins, “he was working on the gutters, then fell down from the ladder,” Jess interrupts. “Alright...uhm sir what’s your birthday?”. “January 22nd,” she answers. “Ma’am...I’m going to need the patient to answer,” you explain. “I don’t see the problem here, he’s my boyfriend. I can answer for him.” She argues. “Ma’am, I understand tha-”.  

“Alright, well since you understand let me answer for him, so you can do your job.”. You stare at jess as she goes to reassure her boyfriend. “Jess, your boyfriend is an adult according to his chart, so for me to perform my job properly I’ll have to ask your boyfriend the questions. Considering he’s the one injured not you.”. Jess looks taken aback at your statement, and the former sweetness that was in your voice shifts to sternness. “And if you get rowdy with me again, I will have security escort you out of here for disturbing the peace,”. You smile at her, continuing your questions, that the patient answers. “I believe you can take it from here, Dr. King,” you turn to Mel. “Yes, Dr. L/N, thank you for your assistance,”. You nod at her, walking back to your desk.  

“So, Dr. Abbot?” Perlah asks, giving you a wink. “What about him?". “Don’t get all clueless on us, we know about you two” Princess says. You stare at them in confusion, “nothing is going on between us guys,”. “Sure, there isn’t,” Perlah makes air quotes around the statement. “Genuinely, there’s not,” . You hear sirens; you turn to see Dr. Abbot head to toe in uniform. 

“Speak of the devil,” Princess teases. “Go get your man,” Perlah encourages, you turn back to them. “Afternoon, Dr. L/N,” Dr. Abbot greets. Just like clockwork, you compose the scream you want to unleash. You can smell his cologne that’s mixed with his natural scent. The way the uniform sits on his body, his hands resting on his sides, and that smirk on his face.  

You want to launch your body on him like a rocket. “Good afternoon, Dr. Abbot,” you respond, walking away from the nurse’s station. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in uniform?”. “A robbery, a few of the guys are injured,”. Your eyes grow wide at the situation. “That’s horrible...are you okay?”. “Sweetheart, I’m fine, I have to help Robby-” he begins. “Dr. Robby and the others can manage, but I need to ensure you’re alright,”. You affirm.  

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⋆˚꩜｡ Part One

⋆˚꩜｡ warning: A lot of fluff and kissing

⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for almost two weeks. I'm sorry! It got a bit depressing with last week's chapter of So Perfect. To cheer everyone up, please enjoy these head canons of Andrew with his sweet girlfriend. 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

He loves listening to you rant about your day 

If you have a bad day, he’s there, listening. You tell him how you spilled your morning smoothie, a lady almost bumped into you, and didn’t say excuse me. The grocery store was out of the vanilla extract, and you needed it for your cookies. “This is horrible,” you say, resting your hands on your face. “Hey...it’s okay,” Andrew comforts. You feel his arms hug you, you smile at the warmth. Something about Andrew makes bad days better. You tell him you’re going to make dinner, he tells you to order take out. “Sit here for a moment,” he says.   

You sit on the couch in confusion, so you look for a restaurant to occupy your wondering mind. After ten minutes, he reappears, “Did you order it?”. You nod, he directs you to the bathroom, and you see the bathtub with bubbles. “This is amazing! Thank you!” you say happily. You hug him, then smother his face in kisses. He chuckles at the sensation, “you deserve it, now rest, and I'll go pick up the food”. After your bath, and nighttime regime; you two eat dinner together while watching a movie he picks.  

He supports your small business 

“No, uncle pope we have to make it pretty,” Lena emphasizes, shaking the glitter glue. She loves hanging out with you two on the weekends. Andrew and Lena decorate a poster for your shop, (mainly Lena), by writing your business name, and adding foam star stickers. Andrew helps you set up your shop at your local farmer’s market every Sunday. People look forward to eating the baked goods you prepare, because you make them for everyone. You believe people should enjoy a sweet treat, but you also make sugar-free treats as well.  

Lena loves hanging out with you

“I want to stay with uncle pope and Y/N this weekend,” which explains why Lena is on your couch on a Saturday morning eating breakfast, and watching cartoons. There you are right beside her giggling at the cartoon jokes. If Andrew is busy working, you and Lena have a girl's day. You blast the radio playing your favorite songs, which are now also hers. You two go shopping, go to the movies, and get ice cream to end the day. When Andrew gets home, she gives him a haul of everything. He applauds when she twirls, and gasps when she enters the living room with each outfit.  

He loves watching you dance 

He loves watching you in general, but he loves watching you dance. You’re in the kitchen wearing his t-shirt, tiny shorts, and cartoon character socks. While your dinner heats up, you’re dancing about the meal. You hype yourself up while dancing, but in the corner there’s Andrew watching with a slight smile. Not to mention when Lena’s there you two dance in the kitchen to Solange. She’s tossing her hair in a circle as you dance from side to side. There’s Andrew watching his favorite girls have the time of their lives.  

He loves your hands, but especially your nails  

You’re pretty creative when it comes to your nails; you do plaid, ladybugs charms, polka dots, and more. Whenever he’s a bit overwhelmed, he holds your hand, and stares at your nails. He plants a kiss on your hand, then proceeds to rub his finger across them.  After a day with his family, he likes to feel your nails drag along his scalp.  

He adores your laugh 

Whenever you laugh it’s music to his ears. Hearing your laughter makes him smile at you, admiring the love of his life. But, if you’re laughing hard, he can’t help but chuckle.  

He holds your bags when shopping 

Whether you’re at the mall, antique shop, or thrift store. There’s Andrew holding your bags. One time you had so many you couldn’t see his face. “Oh Andy! My poor baby, why didn’t you say anything?” You ask, carrying some of the bags to lighten the load. “I want you to get what you want,” he explains. Your heart swells at his kind words, earning him a kiss on the lips.  

He can’t help, but stare whenever you get your hair done 

Andrew stares at you all the time, but when your hair is freshly done? He's staring EXTRA hard. You flaunt the hairstyle to him, and he’s absolutely mesmerized. “You look beautiful,” he compliments. “Thank you baby,” you kiss him, and he pulls you closer. The kiss is intense, different from the usual ones you two share. You pull back for air, "You must really like my hair,”. 

He keeps a picture of you in his wallet 

Whenever he’s on a job and misses you dearly, he opens his wallet. Your heartwarming smile welcomes him with open arms. He thinks back on the day he took the photo; it was on your polaroid when you two had a picnic date. He had your legs on his lap, as he fed you a chocolate covered strawberry, then you fed him one. You look gorgeous in the photo, making him smile every time he looks at it, knowing he has someone to get home to.  

You like Andrew’s chest 

Of course you love all his features, but his chest always catches your eye. Especially, because he likes to sleep shirtless. In this scenario, he’s watching television with you in bed, but you’ve been watching his chest since he took off his shirt. You lift your hand and gently rest it on his chest. His eyes fall on your manicured hand; you go back to watching television and gently squeeze his pec. “Honey...do you like my chest?” Andrew asks, you look at him and nod. He laughs, and lets you rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulls you to sleep 

He said I love you first 

You’ve had a bad history when it comes to relationships, so when you met Andrew, you felt like you finally hit the jackpot. He talked to you about his childhood trauma, so you don’t pressure him on the matter. He takes you to a drive-in movie after you mentioned wanting to go days prior. You’re watching the movie when you hear it, “I love you,” he whispers. Your body goes still, then you turn to him. “What?” You ask. He looks at his lap, then back at you. “I love you”. You smile at him, “I love you too”. You give him a kiss, then return to the movie, smiling.  

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꩜ word count: 570

꩜ Summary: Benjamin has a crush on you, so he stalks you in order to get to know you better. Little does he know, you're stalking him back.

꩜ a/n: I've been watching Daredevil: Born Again, and the edits of this man are so good. This takes place before the events of Daredevil: Born Again. I did write this with a part 2 in mind. He's so fine and muscular, I NEED THAT. 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

You’ve been underestimated by many. Sure, on the outside you may look harmless. But, on the inside? You’re something else.  

The moment you felt someone watching you, you knew exactly what to do. You’ve participated in a few self-defense classes in case of an emergency, due to the rising crime rates. You stand in a coffee shop when you feel eyes on you, you drink your beverage, taking your time. You leave the coffee shop, walking about two blocks. You can’t see whoever this stranger is, but you know they’re there. You take a shortcut, knowing they’ll have to get out of the vehicle to follow you. When you get home, you receive a notification.  

There’s movement by your camera 

You watch pedestrians walk past the camera; you work in tech. Specifically tech support. When a man by the name, Ben calls needing help with his laptop, it’s your job to assist. “I like the sound of your voice...” Ben says. You roll your eyes at his flirting. “Many people do, that’s how I got this job” you say teasingly. “Yeah? How about I hear that voice at dinner?”. You’re not one to agree to dates from customers, but you recognize that voice. You’ve heard him from somewhere, and the best way to know is to agree. This explains why you’re standing in the mirror admiring the dress on your body. “You look good girl” your friend compliments, she sits on your bed with a glass of wine. “Share your location with me, so I know you’re safe”.  

You two sit at the table, you’re glad you agreed, because my goodness. He is handsome. You sip your glass of wine, listening to him. “You said you like going to the coffee shop on 15th?” The question makes the gears in your mind move. You never told him about a coffee shop on 15th. “Yeah, I did,”. Liar. By the end of the date, you give him a hug, slipping a tracker into his jacket pocket. You watch him on the tracker on your way home. Benjamin Poindexter had another thing coming if he thought you didn’t keep note of him. You find out where he lives by the end of the night. The texts between you two over the course of a few weeks are consistent; he checks on you and even sends you money when you mention your lunch break is approaching.  

That Saturday, you decide to pick up a few things, those things being security cameras. You picklock Dex’s front door and hide security cameras around his home. Around dinner time, you have a show to watch, his apartment. In your mind, you’re just ensuring that he’s staying loyal to you...right? You eat your dinner in front of your monitors, watching him walk around his home. He walks to his bedroom in a suit, a bullseye suit. Your eyes widen at his appearance; the guy you’ve been going out with is bullseye. You zoom in and take a screenshot. He stands still for a moment, staring at his comforter. There’s a slight ruffle in the material, which means someone has been in his home. You. He looks around the room, then he spots the camera. He gives you a sweet smile. He knows you’re watching him 

There’s a slight glitch in the camera system for a moment, but when it fixes itself. He’s no longer in his apartment.  

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°❀⋆ Summary: You're the Captain of the Cheerleading team, and Andrew thinks you're the prettiest girl in school. The problem is you have a boyfriend.

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°❀⋆ word count: 1.6k

°❀⋆ warning: Cursing, the reader's boyfriend being a jerk, and angst.

°❀⋆ a/n: Justice for our baby Andrew, and his feelings this chapter. I haven't watched Animal Kingdom yet, so sorry for any mischaracterization. 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! If you're easy to tear up, then please bring tissues for this chapter <3

You shower trying to get the events of the party out of your mind. You replay the punches through your head; Andrew’s body was like a machine. When he heard your plea for help, he was there, like it was his job. You think about what Faith said, what would’ve happened? Would Derrick have hurt you? You do your night routine again and sit on your bed eating a burrito. You hear a noise coming from your window, but you ignore it. A few moments pass, and you hear it again. You get up and open your curtains. There, he is, Andrew. You almost scream, but you cover your mouth, not wanting to get him in further trouble.  

You let him in. Although you take a step back, he’s still close. He smells good, did he always smell like that? His eyes flick to you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you...I-I promise I’m not like that,” Andrew says, “I would never hurt you ever, Y/N, and he shouldn’t put his hands on you,”. You stay silent, soaking in his words. He was right, he never put his hands on you till now. Your eyes water, as you take in all you’ve endured being with him. You feel arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You rest your face in the crook of Andrew’s neck; tears fall down your face. 

“I’m so stupid,” you murmur. “No, you’re not,”. His hands rub your back, then they return to your waist. His body against yours comforts you. You feel your body get a bit warm; “mom must’ve turned the thermostat up” You think. When you pull back, his hand cradles your jaw. He looks at you, waiting for a sign of discomfort, but it never appears. “You can get in so much trouble because of me,” he shakes his head, now cupping your face. “Craig and I scared him, so he won’t say anything. Those type don’t,”. You look at his eyes then his lips, he notices. “I promise...I’m not a mean person,” his voice softens; you look back at his eyes. “I know, Andy,". Your hand holds his, smiling at him. His hand leaves yours to drop to his sides, “It’s late...” you whisper. He nods moving to your window. Your hand grabs his arm, turning him back to face you. Your nails rake through his auburn curls; his eyes shut taking in the feeling.  

You don’t know what you’re doing; you don’t know what’s happening to you. You feel like an oven, but you’re not sick. “You can stay, but you’ll have to leave before my parents wake up,”. You don’t want him to get hurt, so this is best. He looks at you, then nods. “Nice pajamas,” you tease, walking to your bed. No boy has ever slept in your bedroom, but something is different about Andrew.  

You make a bed on the floor from your old comforter; you test it yourself for comfortability. “How’d you get here anyway?” You ask. “I walked”, you freeze in your steps, your house is across town, which means he walked the entire way to apologize. “Don’t do it again, okay? You can get hurt. Here” you say, taking his phone, putting your number in. “Now, get some rest,”. He climbs in the makeshift bed; his eyes look back at you. “Thank you, Andy,” those are the last words you say before falling asleep. When the sun rises, you wake up to him putting your comforter back in its bin.  

“Thank you for letting me stay,” Andrew says. “That’s what friends are for Andy,” Friends, you two are friends. He smiles at you before opening your window.

“You let him sleep in your room?” Faith asks, she came over to have a movie marathon. “Yeah, but it was hard to fall asleep at first, because I was hot,”. Her eyebrow raises. “I think the heater turned on when he came in, because I got hot all over.” She laughs at you, “you weren’t hot; your body liked him,”. You scoot back looking at her with concern. “That is not true.” she laughs at you again, “better tell your body that,”. That’s not possible, your body doesn’t like Andy, he’s just a friend. He’s just a friend.  

After Faith leaves, you need to clear your head, the best way you know how. You take the top off your jeep, and wind up at the beach. You sit on your towel, in an oversized tee and shorts.  

Flashback

“Why are is your cleavage out?” Derrick asks, you stare at your sixteen-year-old body. “I just thought the top was cute,” you say admiring yourself in the mirror. “No girlfriend of mine is going to wear something like that”.

Present

You blink your eyes at the ocean, leaving the memory behind. The waves making it to the sand; you wish you could be like the ocean. No bounds, being beautiful, but being terrifying enough to have boundaries that everyone is aware of. Nothing expected of you, just your existence is enough. Your bottom lip quivers, your eyes fill with water again. You rub your thighs trying to calm yourself, but it’s no use; the tears are already flowing. “It was good that Andrew was there. What if he wasn’t?”. The sentence replays in your head, even on the ride home. You sit in the car, staring at your house.  

Last summer... 

“Listen, Y/N, you have to go. How’s it going to look if I’m there, but my girlfriend isn’t?” Derrick asks. “I have work,” you respond; he glares at you.  

“Just call out,” 

“I can’t I have people expecting me, and Ms. Mary likes for me to read a bedtime story to her,” 

“I’m sure, Ms. Mary will survive without a damn bedtime story,” 

“You know my sister is getting married, and my parents are pitching in, Derrick. My mom took extra shifts, because my sister needs an extravagant wedding, so I have to pay for my own cheer fees and uniform. Stop being so insensitive,”.  That was the same year you got a CNA license, so you could have money for school. Although your father is a dentist, and your mother is an RNA, your selfish sister wanted an extravagant wedding without having the funds for it.  

Present

You unlock the door and walk into the living room. Your blood runs cold at the sight before you, Derrick is sitting in your living room.  

“Hey honey, you didn’t tell me Derrick was coming,” your mom says. “I didn’t know either...” you mutter. You stare at him; he stares back with a black eye. “I’ll leave you two for a moment,” she says. You hear her office door shut. "Listen, Y/N, I’m sorry...” Derrick says, he looks at you. “No, no you’re not,” You say, “I’m sorry for not realizing how much of a piece of shit you truly are,”. “Piece of shit? Really?”. You nod, “you’re really crappy, Derrick. He’s a nice guy, and we didn’t do anything”. 

“Baby...I was trying to protect you, guys like him are creeps. They prey on sweet girls like you,” He gets up, walking toward you. You pout, not looking at him. “Y/N, I trust you, ok? I just..I didn’t want him to take advantage of you,” He cups your jaw, “I love you”. You feel a lump in your throat build. “So, why did you hurt me, Derrick?” You fight back a sob, staring at his eyes with your blurry ones filled with tears.  

For the first time, his face softens at your crying expression. “I’m so sorry...” he hugs you. You hear him apologize over and over to you, but this hug doesn’t feel the same. The hug feels dismissive with a bit of sincerity, something Andrew’s don’t possess. “You know you’re my girl, right?” He whispers, kissing the crown of your head. “Yeah?” His hand rubs the lower part of your back. “Yeah...” you whisper.  

“So, you took him back?” Andrew asks. Night takes the sky, and while many are in bed with their lover. You’re sitting on the hood of your car with another. Childish Gambino plays from your car. “He seemed sorry...” you whisper, poking into your snow cone with your spoon. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me...Y/N,”. You know you don't, but lately, it’s been feeling like you have to explain yourself to your own conscience. “I know, I don’t want to talk about that right now”. You look at the view of the beach before you. “Have you ever been in a relationship?” He looks at you, surprised by the question.  

“Not really...”  

“What about sexual ones?”  

“A little...”   

It’s quiet for a moment; your hand coincidentally rests on his, “Let’s talk about something else, please”. You nod in agreement, “Life is something else,” he looks at you. “A few days ago, we were practically strangers to one another, now look at us.” He smiles to himself. “I’ve never seen you smile before...you have a nice smile.”. His eyes look at you, basking in your beauty. Knowing, you’ll never be his, and your beauty is for another. Someone who walks over it like a doormat. “I haven’t had much to smile about...till now” you feel his thumb rub across your hand. You smile at him, “thank you for being there for me, last night...”. “I was just treating you like a human being,”. The warm feeling happens again, but you ignore it.  

“I’m so glad we're friends,” you say, hugging him. Andrew hugs you back, hiding the slight ache from the word friends. He didn’t just want to be friends; he wanted to be the person to help mend your broken pieces back together. Not, so he could date you, but he can introduce you to a world without fear of being yourself and prioritizing what’s important to you. He just wants to see you truly happy, even if he can’t be there to experience it. That’s the type of person, Andrew is. 

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