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Jack Abbot x attending!reader - reader's gender is not specified

Warnings: blood and death barely mentioned

It was a considerably quiet morning. Nobody was dying or actively bleeding out even at 9 am.

Today you overslept a little too much than you would've liked, so the coffee you made was left forgotten in the kitchen of your home.

To be fair, you still feel energized without the coffee, because of the startle you had when you woke up, so coffee isn't on your mind. You forgot that you forgot the coffee.

As you're charting, Perlah notices Jack coming in with a to-go coffee cup. To be fair, it doesn't even matter what thing he's bringing with him - why is he here? He finished his night shift a few hours ago. Overachiever.

Perlah leans closer to Princess and asks "What is Abbot doing here?"

"What-" Princess doesn't even get to comprehend Perlah's question when Jack hands the cup to you.

"You left the coffee at home"

"Oh, thanks"

The nurses' station goes silent. Dead silent. Only Dana and Robby continue what they're doing. They already know, because you've been working together since the start. They know everything.

"'Home'?" Mel repeats.

Both you and Jack turn your heads in Mel's direction, meeting other colleagues' eyes along the way.

"...yes..." You say in unison. It's a confused tone.

Langdon doesn't say anything. He's probably more jealous about the fact that you two clearly have a healthy relationship.

Santos grins a little before going back to work, still listening in though.

Emma smiles so hard she looks pretty much identical to the Sun Baby.

Javadi does her awkward little laugh "You're married. That's great" Ogilvie stands next to her.

Whitaker takes after Javadi "-yes, you are- you look great together"

Princess gives the bet money to Perlah behind their backs, muttering something in Tagalog.

Shen comes to look at the board. He looks delighted - happy sigh, hands on his hips. "It sure is quiet"

Things I absolutely despise, is when the fic says x reader, but then it describes what you look like and what you’re wearing, like…what the actual fuck?

For crying out loud, it’s about the reader, not the writer! If they start describing the reader in ANY way, I’m out of it, because it’s no longer an x reader fic, it’s an OC monstrosity.

Clothes people, CLOTHES! I understand, under SOME circumstances, clothes must be described but instead of saying the colors and so on, instead they can say the shirt and pants, the top and skirt, shirt and shorts or short dress, formal dress, formal suit and so on-you had picked out yesterday, then the reader can still imagine their own version of that piece of clothing.

Or when they write in first person.

Spelling mistakes is understandable, we are all human and people do speak different languages, but if your sentence is so messy or so unreadable to the point where you have to guess and decipher what the writer wrote, then damn, just fix it, PLEASE!

Also when they describe or repeat the same sentence over and over again just so the fic can be longer….

But the worst of all, is when they make the reader stutter for no reason….if it was maybe for not being able to form words from shock or perhaps being caught off guard, like for example, you were caught off guard, momentarily unable to speak correctly “W-what? That is insane.” or in a joking manner, but if the reader is constantly like “O-oh I-I d-d-didn’t-“ Get Out!

x super hero Reader. Do not get me started on that damn plant power shit, I read fanfics all day, does it look like I would touch grass? I wanna be fucking Catwoman and jump around all day while riding a motorcycle with a thong. Stop making me an angel, I ain’t seeing the pearly gates!

It was a rainy day with no one in the house except you and Denji. Aki was on a mission with Himeno and Power... Just left to do whatever. Since you two couldn't go out you settled on the couch deciding to watch some scary movies. Well.. Turns out new horror movies are so shitty you and Denji just spent time laughing at the actors making the stupidest decisions, even Denji said "they're dumber than power!!". Couple of hours in and you felt it, a weird weight on your shoulder. Turning your head to the side blonde hair tickled your nose gently leading you to let out a little giggle. Denji drooled in his sleep. A little embarrassing fact to tease him about it later. But for now feeling your own eyes getting heavier you slowly layed down careful not to wake Denji up. His head landed on your chest which was rising rhythmically. Embracing him in your arms you closed your eyes drowning in the warm he provided...

After all this boy did deserve that little moment of peace and you were more than happy to be a part of it.

CATBOY MEGUMI x CATGIRL READER

Notes: nsfw, slow burn?? ,both 18,

At the local pound which holds hybrids of all sorts, from cat hybrids to chicken hybrids, to fish hybrids. In this world, hybrids who were only with traits of the animal and some features, such as, ears, tail, claws, whiskers, and personality were very rare to be born. Y/n was one of them and currently being held at the center of the pound for 5,000$

“I don’t need a ‘friend.’” Megumi spat to his owner, Ashley.

“Oh yes, you do. When I go over to my boyfriend's house what do you do when I'm gone? Probably nothing. When I'm at work? Nothing. Now, if you want to come with me, you're welcome to. I'm going to the pound, and that's final.” Ashley said to Megumi who looked fairly irked at the idea of sharing his home with another hybrid of some type.

“I'm not going because I don't care about another hybrid as I told you.” his tail wacked the floor irritatingly. “As you wish.” His owner said and put on her jacket and grabbed her keys and looked at Megumi again “Last chance..” She said and Megumi just walked away to his room like the brat he is.

In Megumi room, he played with a little mouse toy in silence while his tail still flicked and his ears going back. ‘Why would I want another hybrid here? Eating my food and for what? A friend that I don’t even want? I’ll show whoever comes in that I’m boss anyways..’ he thought and then threw the mouse at the door and waited on his bed while playing on his switch Ashley got him.

36 minutes later

At the pound you were currently sitting in the corner of your cage cleaning your white fur with soft gray round spots. Instinctively, when the door’s bells chimed you looked over and your ears perked up. ‘Finally! Maybe this time someone will get me! I’ve been here long enough. Just gotta make myself look appealing.’ You thought.

“Welcome in, are you looking for a pet to buy or a missing pet?” The clerk said to Ashley.

“Oh hello, yes I’m just here looking for a cute little friend for my kitty. He’s a cat hybrid, do you have any here?” Ashley took a brief glance around and only saw one cat hybrid. Y/n.

“Oh yes those are the most sold and we have a girl hybrid over here.” The clerk said and motioned over to Y/n. “This is Y/n, she’s been here for about a month and she’s about 4 months old or 18 years in human years. I don’t know why she’s still here, to be honest. She’s very friendly.” The clerk said and stuck a finger in your cage for you to smell.

Ashley instantly knew why Y/n had been there for over a month when she looked at the price in big red numbers. ‘5,000??’ Ashley thought. But cleared her throat “Uhm, well.. I think Y/n is beautiful and just by looking.. I’d love to take her home.”

You were meowing in hopes to go to a good home but you were a bit too shy to speak yet though.

“I have 3,500 with me in cash.” She said confidently looking at the clerk. “Can you take that for her?”

The clerk sighed “..yes. I can. You’d have to take her home today. And I’d need your information.”

1 hour later of doing information and stuff

Megumi heard the keys jingling and got up to go peek out, his heart racing.

“Megumi! Come here!” she said in a sing-song voice, while carrying Y/n’s cage then she put you down while you sniffed around your tail slightly puffed up in the scent of a new place with another cat smell.

Megumi refused to come out of his room but Ashley saw him and decided to open your cage and let you explore and meet each other on your own.

You decided to be brave and walk out of the cage. ‘Who is Megumi? The cat smell I smelt?..’ you thought and carefully walked over to a random room to look in and explore till Megumi pounced on you!

“Aht! Megumi bad boy! Do you want a bath tonight? Off!”

But he didn't listen. He saw your ears go back. You were like the polar opposite of his coat color. He sniffed without leaning down and hissed lightly in warning when you tried to move

You looked up at him as he pinned you down and you, unsure of this first impression said “What? G-get off!” you said shakily. Thankfully, Ashley grabbed him and pulled him off you. “Thats not how you will treat Y/n. Alright?” she said and looked back at you, still on the floor but sat up and ears back, and tail slightly puffed up.

(I don't know but I think it gets good here)

“Y/n? What kind of name is that?” Megumi said.

“Megumi I won't deal with this. You're going to be good, and kind too y/n.” Ashley said pissed off.

“Okay jeez..” he said annoyed and looked at y/n his tail flicking..

“Im going over my mans house. Y/n, here is your room and, I put some clothes that used to fit me in your dressed okay sweetie? I'm gonna talk more when I get back.” Ashley said.

Timeskip she left after showing Y/n her own bed in Megumi room. They would be sharing a room but not a bed.

You were lying in your bed watching Megumi plaon his switch like nothing had happen when he pounced on you. You two haven't spoken since that happened nor when Ashley left.

“I- uhm hi..” you said still lying on your bed.

“Dont talk to me I'm not your friend.” Megumi said without looking up from his game while you had nothing to do.

“..” you kept looking at him for a moment before getting the courage to speak back “why are you being mean.. Megumi?” you spoke out his name for the first time, trying to be nice.

He looked at you. “Im not mean, I'm honest. And I don't care what you think I'm being mean.” he subtlety turned off his switch and turned towards you.

You noticed his attention shift, despite his words. “Uhm well, I just.. Wanna be friends you know.. Ashley said that this would be my home too and I respect that you were here first but can you just give me a chance, please?” You looked at him with full attention and curiosity. You wanted to get closer and catch his scent.

“Why should I? This isn't even your home.” Megumi said and turned away and shut his eyes.

At his words, you almost gave up, but thought nothing of it, and sighed “come on.. Gumi.” you sat up and put your legs off the bed, and swung them a bit

Megumi hated sharing his room. His tail flicked and flicked. And he was very annoyed with you.

“Gumi. Can I call you gumi?” You said, not afraid to annoy him anymore

“Absolutely not. Nobody calls me that.” he turned over aggressively to stare at you “were not playing. Don't look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you said curiously and got on the floor sitting by his bed. You were in swatting distance from Megumi which is what he did.

THWACK.

Right on top of your head so you grabbed his hand and yanked him down “ow!” you yelled in his face, tired of his crap, you hit him back causing a cat fight as he fell to the floor on you “what is wrong with you?” you growled and you both were rolling around trying to pin each other down for dominance.

Megumi was currently losing and growling before he pinned you down again.

Your heart raced and you panted as he had one knee between your thighs “stop it you runt..” you said shakily

“Or what? You tried it. You thought you could pin me down, didn't you?” he scoffed “You're a weakling.” subconsciously moving his knee further

“No I am not!” you said and whimpered softly embarrassed now.

Then, Megumi realized where his knee was at your whimper and didn't move it. He felt the wetness through your shorts.

“Get off me gumi” you said embarrassed and shaky enough you would've thought Earth would do you a favor and create a sink hole to take you.

“What's wet?” Megumi asked knowing damn well what was wet. He wanted pay backand he actually was enjoying this though of course, he would never admit to it.

“Nothing.” Your voice cracked at his question. “I don't know.” you stopped struggling, unsure of what he would do and you didn't know if he actually didn't know that you were wet or not. Yet he moved his knee AGAIN!! “Ahn!- ahh- stop it!” your claws slightly dug in his hands that were holding yours to the side of your head

Megumi pulled his knee away. Knowing he got you wet made him hard. You were the first to make him hard and he the first to make someone wet. He knew it. “Jeez. Whatever..” his tail lashed and his ears flicked back “I said get off me.” your tail curled around his tail and

Spike Spiegel FLM Headcanons —

tw: slight nsfw mentions

a/n: guys, this took me legitimate months to write. i am burnt tf out. just went through the worst semester of my life. i hope all is well!! please enjoy, and happy holidays!! <3

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- Spike likes being a protector. He doesn’t always show it, but deep down he feels it. There’s a part of him that needs to make sure people are safe—especially when it’s you. He’s always known how capable you are, that you don’t need him to worry. But sometimes, he just can’t help it. He’ll make sure you’ve got cover, that you’re not taking on too much during a mission—even if that means he’s putting himself at risk.

- Spike is an observer. He works on instinct, and for most of his life, that instinct is what’s kept him breathing. He notices the small things—things that don’t even matter half the time. He can read strangers in minutes, so when it comes to you, there’s no hesitation. He knows your habits, your tells. Sometimes, he notices your mood shifts before you do.

- If you know one thing about him, it’s that he’s a goddamn tease. Since the day you met him, he’s liked pushing your buttons just to see what happens. Now it’s not just you—you see the way he talks to other people, poking where he shouldn’t, acting like it’s all harmless. You watch him smile like he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he always does. His only claim is that he gets bored easily—hardly something you can “hold against him.”

- Spike’s a gentleman, okay?? Though, he’s always been subtle about it. He loves in small ways — the kind you almost miss if you’re not looking. You notice how he’s the first to pour your drink, how you never have to light your own cigarette. The way he pushes your hair out of your face, how his eyes always seem to find you. It’s the way he acts around you, without saying a word.

- He likes buying you things. Mentioned something at the market once? He’s already gone back and picked it up. Said you liked a certain candy six months ago? He grabs it every time he sees it. He doesn’t make a big deal of it—just leaves it where you’ll notice it. On your desk, in your ship. And if you bring it up, he acts like he has no idea what you’re talking about, though the smirk on his face says otherwise.

- Sometimes—Spike can be a bit of a hot head. He’s impulsive, reckless at times. He gets stuck in his own head. And honestly, he’s not the only one on the ship like that—he’s surrounded by short tempers and unresolved tension. But when you came along, things felt different. Quieter. Clearer. He actually had someone there who wasn’t waiting to explode. You manage to get through to him on most things; it’s just… nice, having someone who keeps him grounded.

- Aftercare with Spike is unspoken—soft. He doesn’t rush to move, doesn’t try to fill the silence. He lies close to you, his fingers tracing slow paths over your body as he watches you. He studies your breathing as your body relaxes. He soaks in every detail, every inch of you. His touch is light, careful. His ego would never let him admit it, but this—quiet closeness—was always his favorite part.

- Spike’s a pretty private person. There aren’t many people who are allowed in his room, or who get to touch his things—or, god forbid, drive his ship. He’s protective by nature, cautious about what he lets people have access to. But you just happen to be part of the select few. He doesn’t tense when you step into his space or handle his belongings. He lets his guard down, just enough. With anyone else, especially Faye, he’d never allow it. There’s a fine line with his trust, and somehow, you’ve earned your place beyond it.