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katrinawritesthings · 2 years ago

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Jonghyun/Jinki; I like him :); R

I didn't feel like writing the smut so I wrote the aftercare lol tw for mentions of cnc :3c

"Do you want to cum again?" he asks. "One more for me?" He gets one finger down to press lightly on Jonghyun's hole, all nice and slick and cummy, and very much enjoys the whimper muffled into his shoulder. “Noooo," Jonghyun whines, and even though he sounds genuinely disappointed, continues, "I'm all tuckered out."

Jinki surprises himself when he lets out a squeak as he's stretching his arms over his head. His next breath comes out in a laugh, his hands falling down on top of his head, smoothing around to the back of it, lacing behind his neck. He must be more fucked out than he thought. All the more reason to finish up what he's doing in the kitchen and get back to the bedroom quickly.

He taps his fingers on the counter in front of the microwave, watching the nachos rotate in there impatiently. When they're finally done, he grabs them, then grabs a can of soda and a bottle of choccy milky from the fridge, a straw from the drawer, and makes his way down the hall.

The bedroom door is still open and Jonghyun is right where Jinki left him. Sprawled out naked on his tummy on the bed, beautiful and golden against the white sheets, sweat clinging to him, hair all messed up, cum leaking from his booty hole, all on top of–no. Jinki corrects himself. Jonghyun is a couple inches to the right of where he left him, next to the veritable puddle of his own cum instead of still lying in it. His pretty lashes are fanned out over his cheeks as he dozes, but when Jinki knocks on the door frame and leans into the room, he opens his eyes and picks up his head from the pillow of his arms, smiling sleepily. Gorgeous.

"Can I come back and tell you you're cute and I love you yet, pretty?" Jinki asks. Jonghyun blinks slowly at him, processing his words. Then he bubbles into giggles, turning them back into his arms. Jinki rolls his eyes fondly. Still giddy. He recovers, though, enough to prop himself up on his forearms and smile, "if you must."

Jinki must, so he does, stepping into the room and sitting on the bed near the pillows, in front of Jonghyun, ignoring the thought of all of the laundry they’ll have to do later. He puts their food down between them, then cups Jonghyun's cheek, pinching, wiggling him a little bit, just because he wants to.

"You're cute and I love you," he says warmly. Jonghyun smiles back, kissing the pad of his thumb.

"Can't believe you made nachos,” he says. He reaches onto the plate and takes one, lifting it up and then twisting it so all of the melty cheese wraps around it. Then he taps the bottle of choccy milky with an empty corner of the chip with an expectant look before he pops it into his mouth. As Jinki picks up the bottle and opens it for him, putting the straw in and everything, Jonghyun talks with his mouth full. "I thought you liked smoothies for your aftercare food."

"Oh, my aftercare food?" Jinki asks, eyebrows rising into his bangs. This is surprising. News to him, but Jonghyun nods, taking his choccy milky and taking a drink. He also grabs three chips this time, bringing them in a quick, drippy mess to his mouth and then leaving crumbs everywhere when he bites into them.

"Yeah," he says. "You're the one that needs it."

Jinki, soda can popped and halfway to his mouth, stops in the middle of that to snort. Oh. He sees. Jonghyun is in this mood again. Big tough baby mood. Super jacked infant just out of the womb with a six-pack mood. Stubborn and impossible to talk sense into mood. Jinki takes a sip of his soda, then raises his eyebrows and says, "you were literally crying at one point."

"Yeah, because the nut was so good," Jonghyun grins."I cry about everything but that doesn't mean I need to be comforted about everything. I'm baby but I'm like. A super tough jacked baby...." And there he goes, on his big tough baby metaphor, just like Jinki knew he would be. Jinki tunes him out in favor of eating some of the nachos before they all disappear. He's heard this enough that he has it memorized and Jonghyun knows that, but he just likes saying anyway, for the fun and the drama of it all.

Jinki also cannot believe how often that Jonghyun insists that he doesn't need aftercare. Like, first of all, he does just on principle, because every sub deserves aftercare. And second of all, when they really get into it like they did just now, it even wears Jinki out. The pair of them have some harsh kinks, Jonghyun has a few even harsher ones, and Jinki has developed quite a skill for being mean. It's hard to get into that mindset and stay there for a while. He's soft by nature. Focusing on his role takes a lot out of him. He can't even begin to imagine what it does to Jonghyun.

And yet here Jonghyun lays, feet kicking in the air, wolfing down his nachos, giggling as he tries to get through his buff baby speech. Like he really is just chill with it. Preposterous. Jinki tuned him out a little extra when he brought his soda can to his mouth because he knew that listening to Jonghyun laugh would make him want to laugh too, so when he's halfway through chugging the entire thing and he feels Jonghyun's fingers on his knee, he looks down, surprised.

Jonghyun is smiling at him, opening and closing his fingers on his knee, tickling him a little bit. Once he has Jinki's attention, he says, "doms need aftercare too. It's okay, Jinki my honey. You can admit it." And then, while Jinki is blinking and trying to process that wild statement, Jonghyun stuffs another handful of nachos into his mouth. "Gosh, these are so fucking good," he groans. "I'm going to nut again."

"Oh, like you have anything left," Jinki replies automatically, grinning. That sets Jonghyun to laughing again, to giggling, "listen, I can nut emotionally even if there's nothing left in the tank," and then the both of them are laughing, talking, joking and smiling together. Relaxing, settling down. After a minute, Jonghyun tries to pick up Jinki's hand with just his pinky lifted off of his choccy milky. Jinki lifts it for him, and then follows Jonghyun's pinky over to his head, where he pets his hair, pinches his cheek, just holds him, gently.

That's his favorite part about aftercare. Petting Jonghyun. Just touching him, gently, wherever he wants. Making him smile. It puts Jinki's heart at ease to see him so sleepy and content, almost purring underneath his fingers.

They hang out together like that for Jinki doen't know how long; long enough to polish off all of the nachos and then some. Long enough for Jonghyun to roll over onto his back and let Jinki rub his tummy, wiggle his fingers into soft squish. Long enough and so far away enough from the sex that the smell of cum drying and staining into the extra sheets they put down is starting to get overwhelming almost to the point of hilarity.

Jinki still doesn't want to deal with that, so instead, he squishes Jonghyun's face with both hands and leans over him, bending down to quickly peck a kiss to his mouth.

"Want to go shower, cutiepie?" he asks. Jonghyun quickly brings his hands up around the back of Jinki's head, keeping him there to kiss again. When he's done, he shrugs, yawning into the back of his hand.

"Not really," he says. "I'm good."

"You are not," Jinki sighs. "You are so sweaty and so full of cum."

"I was sweaty," Jonghyun tells him. "Not anymore. It's all gone. And I can just put a plug in."

He's doing this just to be a little brat. Jinki knows this. It's in the sparkle of his eyes, the smirk on his mouth. It's true that Jonghyun probably doesn’t mind not showering right now, but he wouldn't mind getting in the shower either. He’s having fun choosing not to just to be contrary. Jinki loves him.

"Up you get, leaky boy," Jinki says, sliding off of the bed and then grabbing Jonghyun's wrists. He leaves their dishes on the bed, to be cleaned up later, when he feels like it. Jonghyun offers him no help whatsoever, exaggeratedly limp and useless as Jinki tries to pull him to his feet, and then when he succeeds at that finally, Jonghyun leans all of his weight on him so he stumbles back a couple of steps. Jinki doesn't even bother reprimanding him. He knows that all Jonghyun would do is giggle.

"Do you mean my dick or my bootyhole?" Jonghyun grins into his neck.

"Yes," Jinki replies, smiling into his hair. Then he tugs him into the bathroom, ignoring his little smiles about wanting to stay sweaty and sticky. He cranks the water on hot, turns the fan on, rustles around in the closet looking for their fluffiest towels. When he turns around to toss them onto the counter, Jonghyun is sticking his hand tentatively under the water and then stepping in, standing directly underneath the spray and letting it fall directly onto his face.

Once he’s pleased with how wet he is, Jonghyun turns and leans back against the shower wall, arms limp at his sides, head tilted back, bangs in his eyes, just smiling at Jinki. Jinki smiles back, a little lovestruck for a moment, until Jonghyun sticks his tongue out at him.

Shaking his head, Jinki pushes the pajama pants he threw on after they finished down to the floor. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he glances back at Jonghyun. Jonghyun politely closes his eyes, pretty lashes long against his cheeks, smile lazy and content. Jinki loves him even more.

Jonghyun keeps his eyes closed all the way until Jinki steps into the shower, pulls the curtain behind him, cups his face, and presses their mouths together softly.

"You are so gay," he murmurs when Jinki pulls away, smiling at him through his lashes. Jinki smiles back, kissing him again.

"Thanks," he says. Then, since he knows that Jonghyun isn't going to bother, he reaches for the shampoo and washes their hair for them. He slicks some conditioner through their hair as well, then gently leans Jonghyun back against the wall so he can soap himself all up quickly. Jonghyun doesn't help with that so much as just bother him, rubbing body wash over his back lazily with soft, tickling fingers, feeling up his arms greedily while he's trying to rinse himself off.

Not once while he's doing all of this does he let his eyes wander down further than Jinki's collarbones, but still. When he's done, Jinki gets Jonghyun's wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall so he can kiss him again.

"You are a nuisance," he chides.

"I thought you were being nice to me now," Jonghyun pouts. It's not much of a pout, with his mouth turned up at the corners, but his lips are still puffy and his voice is still baby and Jinki feels bad anyway.

"You're right," he sighs. Between kisses, he continues, "because you're cute. And sweet. And kind. And I love you."

And for his compliments, and his kisses, Jonghyun calls him gay again. And then adds, "continue your aftercare. Pamper me."

“Yes, of course," Jinki says blandly. "My aftercare.”

He ignores the affirmative hum from Jonghyun, picking up the body wash again and getting to work. He takes his time, goes slow. He starts with a neck rub, then moves down to his shoulders, turning Jonghyun around to work his thumbs into his muscles and down his back. When he does Jonghyun's arms he makes sure to go all the way down to his hands and then kiss the back of each one, smiling against his fingers to make Jonghyun blush.

Jonghyun dramatically lifts each one of his legs to be washed in turn, which means that they spend a turn clinging to each other and giggling, hearts pounding probably harder than they did when they were fucking, when Jonghyun loses his balance and almost falls.

And then, finally, the time comes for Jinki to spend a disproportionately long but still extremely necessary time washing Jonghyun's booty. Jonghyun senses this too, because as soon as Jinki gets his hands on the booty, he wiggles happily. Loosely circling his arms around Jinki's waist, Jonghyun nuzzles into his shoulder, closes his eyes, and gets right back to his perfect and most gorgeous state of practically purring. Jinki's favorite.

Jinki positions them to be under the shower spray more directly, so their conditioner will rinse out while they’re occupied. With water running down his face, he closes his eyes too and takes his time feeling up the booty. Squishing it, kneading it, cute and small in his hands. When he teases his fingers over the crack, pulling him open just the tiniest amount, Jonghyun gasps. His fingers curl into Jinki's back. Jinki smiles.

“Noooo," Jonghyun whines, and even though he sounds genuinely disappointed, continues, "I'm all tuckered out."

And then, quickly, a smile in his voice, tacks on, "and I mean, like, actually no. Not, like, yes please no.”

"I know," Jinki laughs. He knows. Of course he knows. He kisses the side of Jonghyun's head, conditioner and all, and starts to move his hands away. Just as quick, Jonghyun grabs his wrist and keeps his hand still.

"Finger me, though," he says. "Feels nice."

Jinki doesn't know how he's supposed to resist that, so he obeys. With one hand, he holds Jonghyun open, and with the other, he pushes two fingers inside of his hole. He goes slow, and gentle, in and out so Jonghyun can feel each and every centimeter. He teases around his prostate without ever actually touching it, not wanting to overwhelm him. Every so often, he spreads his fingers, pulling Jonghyun open, so more cum drips out onto the shower floor and down the drain.

Jonghyun rocks his hips back against his hands. Every breath of his is either a soft little gasp in or a pleased hum out. Jinki is pleased himself, pleased and content, comfortable to stand here and do this for as long as Jonghyun wants. Anything for Jonghyun.

"Hey, Jinki?" Jonghyun says eventually. Jinki hums back to show that he's listening. Jonghyun squeezes him a little bit, smoothing his hands up and down his back. "When I was begging you to stop and saying I couldn't handle it anymore, and then you said ‘who cares?’" he says. "That was really hot."

A smirk automatically finds its way onto Jinki's mouth. He knew that Jonghyun would like that. The demoralization, the dehumanization, the stripping of his boundaries, the tiniest hint of ownership. It was the perfect thing for the perfect fucktoy to hear and Jinki is so proud of himself for coming up with it on the spot like that. Plus, "I could tell when it made you nut so hard that you passed out for a minute," he says. Even if he wasn't sure about saying it, that reaction was a huge giveaway that it was a good idea.

"Gosh," Jonghyun says, and he's giggling now, pressing his forehead into Jinki's shoulder. "It wasn't really a minute, was it?" he asks.

"15, 20 Seconds, maybe," Jinki shrugs. Long enough.

"And you kept going?" Jonghyun asks.

"Obviously," Jinki replies smugly. Jonghyun inflates with a big, happy breath, squeezing him tight around the middle. He squeezes him so tight that Jinki's back cracks, and then, between their breathy laughter, Jonghyun sighs, "I love you so much."

He sounds so content and cozy and perfectly in love that Jinki has no choice but to believe him, and then he has no choice but to put his own face into his hands and decide that they're done showering now. He can't keep standing here like this if Jonghyun is going to get all soft and genuine on him. He can't handle it when he can hardly believe that he deserves it.

Instantly Jonghyun picks up on this, and instantly he decides to take advantage of it, looking at Jinki with hearts in his eyes but a smirk on his lips while Jinki struggles to get the showerhead off of the thing so he can rinse them off properly. And when they step out of the shower, he gets to the towels first, so Jinki has to just stand there and be gently dried off and kissed all over, Jonghyun smiling soft words into his skin until his ears are bright red. Jonghyun kisses those too, and he almost melts into a puddle right there on the floor.

"Not fair," he whines, snatching the towel back to cover himself. Jonghyun, shimmying around in his own towel, opens his mouth to reply, but Jinki cuts him off first. He holds his fist up between them, wiggling it, and says, "for the laundry."

One of them has to do it, and reminding Jonghyun of it is as good enough a way to distract him as any. It works; even though Jonghyun definitely knows that's what he's doing, he still lifts up his own hand and it shakes out a quick game of rock paper scissors. He loses, so they do best two out of three, and then out of five, and then out of seven, and then Jinki stops trying to give him a chance and tells him to just get started.

Jonghyun does with a sigh and a pout and a kiss on the cheek after they get dressed in new comfy pajamas.

Jinki grabs their dishes to wash while he's doing that, and once he's done, he takes a moment to lean on the sink and bite his lip and think about Jonghyun and smile. Jonghyun was right. He is so gay and in love.

He pushes off of the sink and heads to the laundry room. He doesn't want to leave his love alone for longer than he has to.

Jonghyun is pouring detergent into the washing machine when Jinki gets there, and he smiles over his shoulder when Jinki puts his hands on his waist and kisses the back of his head. Jinki doesn't say anything; he just holds Jonghyun, tight but gentle. Just to be with him, touching him, loving him. Jonghyun stays quiet as well until he gets the washing machine started. Then he pulls himself out of Jinki's arms, turns around, and hoists himself up onto the washing machine, sitting on it, legs spread to give Jinki room to stand in between them.

"Hey, Jinki?" he asks, quiet. Jinki hums his response, putting his hands on either side of Jonghyun's hips and pressing their mouths together softly. Jonghyun kisses back for a minute, soft, slow, deep. When the kiss breaks, Jonghyun circles his arms around Jinki's neck and rests their foreheads together.

"I know you love me," he says.

Jinki has to take a moment to process that after he hears it. He wasn't expecting that, and he wasn't expecting it to come from Jonghyun's serious voice. He opens his eyes, looking at Jonghyun's closed eyelids. Jonghyun plays with the hair at the nape of his neck as he continues, "I know you do. And I believe that you do. I can tell, all the time, that you love me."

"Um," Jinki says.

"I wasn't done," Jonghyun tells him. He holds Jinki's head and turns him to kiss each of his cheeks. With a smile pushing up his own cheeks, he says, "I know you love me, even when you're calling me a filthy, worthless, desperate little fucktoy and using me until you're done with me even if that pushes me way past what I say my limits are." Finally he opens his eyes, meeting Jinki's up close. He has that glint in them where Jinki knows that he's being made fun of, but he is also still so soft and genuine that it almost makes Jinki's heart hurt. "That's kind of the whole point," he grins.

Jinki purses his lips, annoyed. He thinks he sees what's going on here.

"Is this still about how you think I'm the one that needs aftercare?" he asks.

"Am I wrong?" Jonghyun replies. He raises his eyebrows at Jinki, plays with his hair, tilts his face up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jinki doesn't answer at first. He wants to say that yes, Jonghyun is wrong, but. That really would be a lie. He can see that now, in this quiet little moment. Instead, he sighs, kissing Jonghyun once again.

"I guess not," he says.

"Oh, you guess not?" Jonghyun laughs. He leans back on his hands, breathy, incredulous, bumping Jinki with his knee. Jinki can't help it; he laughs too.

"Listen," he says. "I'll admit that I deserve love when I'm good and ready." It's just that it's a whole process, and he's been working on it, but it's going to take a while, and Jonghyun knows this. "You can settle for me saying maybe." Maybe he needs care and assurance after rough sex, same as Jonghyun. Doubtful, but if Jonghyun wants to convince him, Jinki won't stop him.

Jonghyun looks at him for a moment, lips pressed together, sighing through his nose, and then he rolls his eyes. "Fine," he smiles. "Good enough. C'mere." He makes grabby hands like he wasn't the one that moved away in the first place. Jinki leans closer anyway, letting Jonghyun hold his face and kiss him.

And kiss him, and kiss him. Jinki guesses that they're going to be doing this for a while, making out in the laundry room with the washing machine rumbling underneath them, and he can't say that he's opposed to it.

What he can say, after another moment when a thought occurs to him, is, "did you give yourself a boner again when you called yourself a filthy worthless desperate little fucktoy?"

Jonghyun bubbles into giggles against his mouth, then pulls him closer so he can laugh into his shoulder.

"Almost," he admits. "It was close."

"Uh huh," Jinki says, rolling his eyes, more in love than ever.

#jongyu #jonghyun #jinki #smut #r #fluff #oneshot #it's not that Jonghyun doesn't capital n need aftercare #it's just that the aftercare that he needs isn't the after care that Jinki thinks he needs #He gets all of his Aftercare from the fact that Jinki cares so much about his aftercare #And not any of the specifics of what Jinki does for him #It's the thought that counts TM #Meanwhile Jinx is just so desperate for Jonghyun to know that he loves him #He is soft by Nature #and even though he thinks it's really super duper fucking hot he still feels a little bad when he says mean things to Jonghyun #Jonghyun is not the one being pushed out of his comfort zone lmao #Jonghyun is always just having the time of his life #He vanillas himself to Jinkis Comfort level #He doesn't even get why Jinx thinks he's saying mean things to him because he takes them all as compliments #They're both valid

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mollysunder · 7 months ago

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So that was a lie.

#arcane #jinx arcane #arcane ramble #isha doesn't count cuz this statement was made in past tense post s1-finale #wud have loved to have seen more social circles in zaun and how jinx did or didn't navigate them #could the jinxers have been wannabee admirers even before the rocket?#i miss my local cuisine theory

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slavicbeastie · 2 years ago

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jinx & silco | gangsta's enemy.- original edit on ItsJessEdits

#silco and jinx #jinx and silco #fan video #arcane #I know it's pretty bad that I've taken others video edit slightly edited it and reposted #but I did give credit and link in the post #I hope that counts for something...#It's just edit is good #but the fact it doesn't have the most gangsta Jinx pose #was driving me absolutely bonkers #so to spare my sanity a little I fixed it #and then wanted to share it with arcane community #I simply don't have energy for a real edit...

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thebleedingeffect · 7 months ago

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I have such complicated feelings about vi but I feel like I would not be able to articulate them into words unless I did another rewatch

#like... her whole thing about never leaving jinx behind. that she'll always find her way back to her #but the thing is that while she might eventually find her again. that doesn't mean that she was there for her #that doesnt mean that she was ever able to reach out to her and actually listen when it counted #her being so blinded by her own anger and the fact she was unable to stop seeing the ghost of powder in jinx #not able to accept that jinx had to make her own family and life after she was left behind #vi repeatedly failed and left her behind so many times and in all the ways that counted...#AND jinxs fears that she would always be left behind and chosen over. which she realizes is true #vi is a well written character but. god. god. I have Personal Issues with Her #do not get me started on how she becomes a cop and goes along with bioterrorism- TOWARDS HER OWN PEOPLE???#insane. insane. insane. I'm taking jinx and leaving. WHERE'S SILCO !¡!!!!!!!

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losingweightandcarkeys · 7 months ago

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guys, I'm getting interview to give a honest to god ted talk, and I'm not sure if I'm going to get it, but since they film you, it's a damn good reason to get to goal weight by then

#yes I'm bragging I don't care #interview is on tuesday someone pray for me #seriously #this is in my field too so it would be a great thing to have on my resume #I'm totally jinxing it by posting this #IGNORE THIS POST UNIVERSE IT DOESN'T COUNT

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quickestgold · 3 months ago

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Still Life: Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Synopsis: Jack always expects the unexpected, both as a doctor and a partner. But when your water breaks during a citywide blackout, the pressure to deliver your baby safely grows with each contraction, trapping you, him and Robby in a single, still moment of life and loss.

Warnings: Angst, as always; Pregnant reader; Features a graphic, traumatic birth > Similar to the birth scene in the show. Pls don’t read if this sounds too heavy for you!! (everyone lives)

Word count: 2.7k+

A/n: Yes, this is a cliché baby-born-in-an-elevator story, but the show gave us Abbot/Robby x Elevator and Collins mentioned getting stuck while giving birth, sooo what can I say, we're here now, aren't we. Something something about the enclosed space being a metaphor for birth etc. I’m also very passionate about raising awareness for birth trauma / birth related injuries + these are my emotional support sad boys, so I had to… Enjoy <3

“I’m not giving my baby an old white guy name” you deadpan, leaning against the nurses' station, glancing up at the board with a playful grin. Ellis and Shen chuckle at your honesty, Princess and Perlah enjoying the show from a distance.

As if summoned, “Oh I know you’re not talking about us” Robby counters, him and Jack suddenly appearing next to you.

“Well I know she’s not talking about me!” Jack adds lightly with that dry humor you love so much.

"All I'm saying is, Frank is a great name for a little boy." Langdon argues from his side of the station, hands on his hips. "Frankie. Frankie Jr., the possibilities are endless..."

You roll your eyes, though you can't help but smile fondly at the camaraderie, a warm feeling growing in your stomach.

Though it might be something else.

"Maybe we should go for a name that doesn't sound like he's already retired", Jack quips, his eyes meeting yours. Something about the way you're leaning against the station, catches his attention, worry flickering in his eyes.

The storm outside has been growing since the start of your shift, a low rumble in the distance interrupts the friendly work banter.

As if on cue, you feel another tightening in your lower abdomen, this time a sharp stab that makes you wince. You brace yourself against the counter, careful not to let anyone notice.

You're 40 weeks pregnant, but you know it's not active labor... yet.

Jack is already so prepared, so meticulous. You don't want to worry him more than necessary.

“Well, my vote’s for something classic”, Robby says cheerfully. “Like, um… Robby. Simple, strong.”

"Good thing you don't get one." Jack raises an eyebrow as he steps behind you, putting an arm around your waist instinctively. With ease he holds up your belly, taking some of the weight off your back. He gently pecks your cheek, whispering into your ear. "You okay?"

You lean into his embrace, taking a breath of relief, as you feel the pressure building inside you again.

Before you can respond, the storm outside shifts from a distant rumble to something more urgent. You hear the first crack of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning that lights up the hospital windows.

“So much for having a quiet night”, Shen laughs.

You instantly shush him, loudly. Everyone's reaction's are instantaneous, Princess and Perlah cursing in Tagalog.

Ellis: "Fuuuck!" Langdon: "You always do this!"

As usual, Shen manages to jinx whatever team is unlucky enough to work his shift.

The elevator doors close with a jarring ding. The tightness in your belly flares again, but you grit your teeth and try to ignore it.

Jack and Robby stand by the doors, arms crossed, like they're guarding something precious.

You lean back against the cold metal walls, the tightening growing again, unable to find a position that's comfortable.

Even in this enclosed space, you can hear the wind howling from outside. The lights flicker, then, without warning, the power cuts out entirely, as the elevator halts to a stop.

You hear Robby curse as the emergency lights turn on, their blue glow casting everything in a surreal light. The elevator now feels even smaller, almost womb-like.

Fuck.

You groan softly, hoping Jack doesn’t catch on.

But of course, he does.

“What was that?” He turns to look directly at you, concern written across his face.

You avoid his gaze. “Nothing, I’m fine."

You say it so unconvincingly, you almost laugh at yourself.

“I can see that.” It's the same skeptical tone he uses with Santos and the other interns. It's charming actually.

“When did you start having contractions?” Robby asks, like he’s already claimed you as his patient.

You hesitate, but there's no point lying. “This morning.”

“You’re joking.” Jack is by your side in a heartbeat, torn between putting a hand on your belly or pulling out his stethoscope. Torn between being doctor, partner or father-to-be.

“I’m okay. Really.” You try to reassure him, gently touching his forearm.

That’s when you feel the warm liquid rushing down your legs, a puddle growing beneath you.

Jack and Robby's eyes drop to your feet, then up at each other. They exchange a look, no words needed. This is happening.

“I- I didn’t realize…” You breathe, dazed.

“You didn’t realize you were in pain?” Jack asks, incredulous.

“I’m always in pain, Jack", you bite back. “Ever since you knocked me up!”

You groan, turning around to lean your elbows against the wall, letting your head drop. Your breath is already ragged.

Jack’s hand finds your back, rubbing slow, grounding circles.

“I’m not having our baby in an elevator…” you pant.

“I’m afraid, we are, love.” Jack whispers gently, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

You let out another sharp groan.

“I need to examine you. Is that alright?” Jack’s voice shifts into professional gear. He pulls gloves from the pocket of his trousers, swiftly slipping them onto his hands.

You nod, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

He lines up behind you, slipping a hand into the back of your scrubs and reaching down.

Once he’s measured with his fingers, Jack’s eyes flick up to find Robby’s, a mixture of panic and surprise flashing across his features.

Robby reads him instantly. He steps in without a word, steadying your shoulders. His grip is firm and reassuring.

“What?” You gasp.

Jack leans in close to your ear, voice soothing, but urgent. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your already burning cheek. “Honey, listen to me. We’re having this baby now.”

You groan again, louder this time.

Robby’s frown line softens, his lips forming a genuine smile. He and Jack share a warm look, full of excitement.

“No. No!” You shake your head. "Not here."

No prenatal bag. No birthing playlist. No epidural.

“I need to have a proper look, okay?” Jack says calmly, though his hands move quickly.

“Wonderful." You laugh through a groan. "This’ll make a great story for group therapy.”

Nothing says professional boundaries like giving birth in front of your boss.

“I won't look." Robby promises, quickly turning away. "But I am a doctor, you know", he chuckles.

"Not mine, you're not." Your lips form a playful smirk. "This will do wonders for your patient satisfaction scores", you add with a wink.

The air suddenly feels a bit lighter.

Jack kneels down, gently parting your legs and slipping your pants down to your knees.

His eyes widen, before whispering. "You're in active labour, baby", his voice softer now.

Robby doesn't hesitate, rushing to the elevator doors, trying to pry them open. With a metallic screech, they slide just wide enough for people to pass supplies and equipment through. But you haven’t quite reached the next floor.

“Not enough to get her out,” Jack mutters.

You lean forward and peek through the small opening.

Your cervix is probably bigger than that…

“Dana!” Robby yells.

Dana appears instantly, dropping to her stomach to peek inside. She finds you leaning against the wall, pants down, legs shaking. Jack holding you up.

“Jesus. Y’all got terrible timing you know that!”

“We need fresh gloves, blankets, a BOA kit, baby warmer, fetal monitor, anything you can pass through.” Robby orders.

Dana’s already on it, shouting over her shoulder.

Jack turns to you again. “Do you want to sit or get on your knees? What feels more comfortable?”

“I- I don’t think comfortable is the word I’d use right now." You groan. "Feels like I’m being split open front to back.”

“I know. I know." Jack’s hands are already guiding you down. "Let’s get you on the floor okay?”

You drop to all fours.

It’s so goddamn hot.

Your hair sticks to your face, salty water stinging in your eyes, the vein in your forehead threatening to pop.

You tug at your scrub top and Jack understands instantly, pulling it over your head. You sway back and forth, now only in your bra, nothing else.

Groaning. Panting. Cursing.

Jack is beside you, gently massaging your back. He moves with you, trying to match your rhythm.

He’s grateful Robby takes command, barking orders to the team above, in full doctor mode. Focused, clinical.

“You’re doing so good.” Jack whispers.

Another contraction rips through you.

Jack glances at his watch, then over to Robby, who places a surgical blanket on the floor, hooks you up to cables and machines to monitor your and the baby’s vitals.

You curse loudly. “What the hell did you do to me, Abbot!”

“I’m sorry. You can do this.” He takes your hand, squeezes. “Let's meet our boy.”

The next contraction comes fast, stealing your breath. Jack doesn’t need to look at his watch, he knows.

It’s time.

Robby positions himself behind you, breaking his earlier promise. But you forgive him, if it means having your husband by your side and not two doctors competing for who's running this.

“She’s crowning.” Robby announces. His hand applies gentle but firm pressure, to keep the baby from delivering too fast and to prevent tearing.

Jack’s hand trembles slightly in yours.

“Y/N, I can see the head. I need you to push on the next contraction okay?”

You nod your head, almost frantically.

Jack takes a deep breath, for both of you, instructing you to follow his rhythm.

A deep, guttural growl tears from your chest as you push.

And push again.

The sensation overwhelms you. The burning, the tingling, the stinging.

The ring of fire.

“That’s it. Catch your breath before the next one.” Robby's steady but kind voice anchors you. “I need one more big push. Three, two…”

Jack’s voice is soothing in your ear, but you barely register it. You’ve never experienced anything like it.

You’re not even fully in your body anymore.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours?

You feel another contraction approaching, but Robby suddenly halts you.

“Stop. Y/N, don’t push! Not this time."

“I- I have to.” You groan, almost sobbing.

“No.” Robby's voice is low, sharp.

Jack’s head snaps up.

Something's wrong.

“Baby’s shoulder is stuck on your pelvic bone. I need to release it.”

Jack turns pale, tightening the grip on your arms, preparing for the inevitable.

“I’m sorry,” Robby mutters, but before you can react, his hand breaches your entrance.

The pain is unimaginable.

Is he rearranging your organs?

You scream into Jack’s chest, muffled and desperate. He tightens his arms around you, attempting to ease your pain.

“J- Jack…”

“I know, I know, I’ve got you.” Jack's voice breaks. “Robby…"

“Hang on…” He's still rummaging in there.

"I'm sorry", tears streaking down your face. You look up to find Jack's eyes. "This is my fault... I should've-"

“Look at me. Hey,” Jack says, commanding your gaze. “We’re okay. You hear me? You and me. We’ve got this.”

“What’s going on down there?” Dana shouts from above.

“I need you to lie on your back, Y/N” Robby instructs. But before you can register his words, Jack has already flipped you around. Your bottom lowered against the floor, Jack sliding behind you to brace you in his lap. His arms wrap around your legs, pulling them up and in.

“Lean into me, baby.” Jack’s voice is soft. He closes any distance between you. Practically melting into your body.

“Okay”, Robby breathes, applying suprapubic pressure. “Let’s take a deep breath.”

You feel his hands, firm against your lower abdomen, pushing the baby downward.

“Dana! Call Dr. Ingram, from the NICU, we need him.” Robby shouts towards the elevator doors.

You swallow hard. “Please... Please tell me I'm not having a fucking c-section in an elevator.”

Robby glances up briefly. His voice is low, focused. “Not planning on it.”

He reaches in again, one hand sliding beneath the baby’s head, working carefully to release the shoulder.

Another sharp stab rips through your abdomen. It feels like someone's clawing their way out from the inside, making your vision blur.

“Fuck Robby!" You cry out, voice breaking. "Please stop.”

Though you know he can't.

“Got it.” He suddenly announces. “On the next contraction, you push again.”

Your head feels light, but you know you can’t give up. Not now. Not yet.

3, 2, 1….

You push. With everything. Every muscle. Every breath. Every part of your being.

Until...

A sound cuts through the air.

Crying. Tiny, fragile, crying.

Not yours.

Not Jack’s.

Definitely not Robby’s.

Your eyes snap open. And there he is.

Your baby boy.

Robby lifts him carefully, umbilical still attached, assessing, drying and finally, placing him gently on your chest.

You can feel an unfamiliar but indescribable warmth flood you.

A sob escapes your lips, but this time not from pain.

You've never felt a love like this. Pure and sweet. Instant.

Jack leans in, showering your forehead in kisses, then your boy.

“You did so good, my love." Jack whispers. "So fucking good.” He wraps a blanket around you both, trying to shield you from the cold, from the storm, from everything.

Robby watches the three of you, his own emotions evident in the way his eyes glimmer in the light. He waits a few moments before he's back in professional mode, clamping the cord and letting Jack cut through it.

But they know it's not over. You do too.

You feel another contraction coming…

"The placenta", you murmur.

Robby nods. “One more push for me. Ready?”

He presses into your lower abdomen, a familiar pain ripping through you again.

“There we go." Robby says quietly. "Congratulations mom and dad.”

But...

The moment of bliss suddenly turns into horror.

The world around you starts to fade.

You feel Jack’s arms tense as Robby rips your baby from your chest, passing him through the narrow gap in the elevator doors to Dana’s waiting hands above. You feel the cold breeze against your exposed chest, the loss of warmth from your boy.

What the fuck is he doing? Skin-to-skin is supposed to be longer than this!

You want to argue. Shout at him, but your body won’t let you.

Why are you lying flat on the floor? Where's Jack?

You stare at the ceiling. Your heart starts to race.

You know what this means.

You hear Robby’s voice change. Tighter. Urgent. Then Jack’s voice joins him, both of them shifting into clinical, practiced motion.

Massive blood loss.

If they can’t stop it you’ll need a hysterectomy.

Or worse.

Their words are distant, blending into the chaos of your wandering mind.

“Spike a liter of saline.” “Starting uterine massage.” “Dana! Two units from the blood bank.” "Balloon is past the cervix."

Panic rises in your belly. It travels up to your chest, then your head.

Robby’s movement are frantic now. Jack's too, eyes wide with terror.

Their hands are on you, moving, pushing, pulling, trying to keep you from slipping away.

Jack drops to his knees beside you, instantly at your face, cupping your cheeks with gloved hands slick with sweat and... blood? “Hey,Y/N? Hey.”

You blink slowly, your breath shallow.

“What- what if we name him after my dad?” Jack suggests with an unserious grin.

His deadbeat, boys-don’t-cry, toxic-masculinity-in-person father?

Another time you’d have burst into laughter. And that’s what he’s trying for. A reaction. Anything.

You blink up at him, your lips twitching. It’s a fragile smile, but it’s real.

"Michael.” You whisper.

"I'm here", Robby reassures, working steadily.

No. You gesture weakly. "Th-the baby. Mikey for short."

There’s only one Robby, so that’s the next best thing.

You and Jack want Robby to be the godfather, though he doesn't know yet. He's an important person in both of your lives. And now he's brought your son into this world.

You're glad he's there. For you. And your boys.

Especially if this goes badly...

Jack snorts, but quickly realizes you’re serious. Robby's eyes widen.

“Yeah. I like that.” Jack says softly, nodding, overwhelmed with love and fear.

Jack gently places an oxygen mask over your face, hands trembling as he brushes the soaked hair from your forehead, trying to comfort you in any way he can.

Your eyes flutter open, finding his. Memorizing him.

Jack leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours, whispering things you don’t hear.

Then he feels it. The absence of your breath.

The stillness.

A moment frozen in time, reflecting the fragile balance between life and loss.

Jack's eyes shoot to Robby's, desperate.

But Robby doesn’t stop. Not for a second.

He’ll do whatever it takes to bring you back.

Back to Jack.

Back to your boys.

And he wiiilll. As promised, everyone lives. But I had to end it here - for the drama lolz... Pls lmk what you think <3

Part 2: Still Alive

#the pitt #jack abbot #jack abbot x reader #dr abbot x you #dr abbot x reader #shawn hatosy #the pitt hbo #michael robinavitch #dr robby #jack abbott #jack abbott x reader #dr abbott x reader #noah wyle

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thehoneybeestings · 3 months ago

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𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Request: "Omg, I love your actor AU for Sevika x Reader! Can I request something? How about Sevika trying to figure out if reader actually likes women? And how would reader pick up on the signs that Sevika actually wants her? It's like some yearning for both of them"

Word Count: 1.4K Content/Warnings: sfw, loser!sevika lol, fem reader (referred to w fem pronouns), bartender!reader, yearning, pining, and the likes, sevika doesn't know what to do when she has an actual crush on someone A/N: thank you so much for this request, anon! this was so fun to write, i love clueless sev and i hope you enjoy it, too <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika certainly isn’t known for being easy to read

୨ৎ When regarding others, she wears an expression of indifference at best, and scathing anger at worst

୨ৎ At this point, you’d take the scathing anger over whatever the fuck she regarded you with now

୨ৎ Disdain? Disgust? Confusion?

୨ৎ You can’t figure out what it is, and you’re completely lost on what it is you’ve done to deserve it; all you’re sure of is that Sevika cannot stand you

୨ৎ And to make matters worse, you’ve had a thing for her since your first day at The Last Drop

୨ৎ You just can’t seem to shake it

୨ৎ Not when she walks into the bar, her strong jaw set and her gait unyieldingly confident as she makes her way to the booth in the back corner that everyone knows belongs to her

୨ৎ Not when she’s dealing another round of cards after winning poker for the fifth time, her wicked chuckle rumbling low and smooth, her mechanical arm glinting in the neon lights as cards fly out of its sharp claws

୨ৎ Not even when you approach the table to take everyone’s orders and her eyes are on you like a hawk, brows knit together in… whatever the hell it was she was feeling toward you

୨ৎ She doesn’t like you- that much has been made adamantly clear- but why still she seems so interested in you, you had no idea

୨ৎ You try your best not to let it bother you, which gets increasingly hard when all of a sudden, she starts to hover

୨ৎ It’s like she’s going out of her way to piss herself off with your presence

୨ৎ Coming up to the bar to order her drinks instead of letting you come to her, and standing around for damn-near half an hour before she finally leaves

୨ৎ Hanging around past close, watching intently as you stack chairs and wipe tables whilst chatting with your coworkers

୨ৎ And Janna, not to mention the way she plays helicopter mom when you speak to Jinx

୨ৎ “Dude, your fake is so bad. I’m never taking it. Stop trying.”

୨ৎ “Nah. You’ll throw me a bone one day, toots.”

୨ৎ You snicker as you continue to wipe down the bar

୨ৎ “Ugh, I broke a nail,” you suddenly chime. “Eh, they were getting too long anyway.”

୨ৎ Sevika’s eyes shoot up, and you don’t notice, but Jinx sure does, because she knows Sevika has been trying to figure out if you’re gay for the past three months

୨ৎ It had been incredibly entertaining at first, watching Sevika scramble for any sign at all that you might swing her way

୨ৎ It’d been a long time since Sevika had a crush on someone like this, and frankly, it’s reduced her to a total loser

୨ৎ And now, the fun’s over, and Jinx is getting sick of her pining

୨ৎ “Quit being such a freak,” you hear her grovel

୨ৎ You lift your head up to hum in question, having missed the context of her comment

୨ৎ “Nothing,” Sevika quickly spits, and you walk away with your hands held up in surrender

୨ৎ “Let’s go,” she continues, looking to Jinx and cocking her head toward the stairs to Silco’s abode, “you’re not even supposed to be here.”

୨ৎ “Yeah, yeah; whatever,” the blue-haired girl mumbles before bidding you goodbye

୨ৎ You wave back with a soft smile, but your brows furrow in sudden confusion after you swear you hear her mutter:

୨ৎ “Just ask the damn bartender out already.”

୨ৎ You brush it off

୨ৎ There’s no way in Janna you heard that right; and if you did, it must have been some joke about how incredulous it would be for Sevika to do such a thing

୨ৎ But, ever since that night, any interaction between you and Jinx ends this way; abruptly and awkwardly as Sevika pulls her away

୨ৎ There was the time that Jinx asked you to remind her what book you were currently reading, and when you answered with the name of a well-known Sapphic novel, Jinx turned to chortle at Sevika, who then quickly informed her of an errand they needed to run before you could ask if there was something you were missing

୨ৎ Or the time that they ran into on your day off, and you couldn’t have looked more gay if you tried: rings adorning nearly every finger, combat boots on your feet, and a carabiner on your belt loop

୨ৎ “See,” Jinx laughs, “I told you-”

୨ৎ This time, Sevika physically pulls the smaller girl away, leaving you in the dust and entirely confused

୨ৎ At this point, you were starting to get a bit offended

୨ৎ Sevika reserves the right not to like you, for whatever reason, but it isn’t fair of her to police your friendship with Jinx

୨ৎ And one night, she’s lingering after close again, and you finally let her have it

୨ৎ It’d been a long shift, and the last thing you had the patience for was her brooding gaze pinned to you as you did your closing chores

୨ৎ “Can I help you?” You suddenly jeer, turning on your heel to face her and placing a hand on your hip.

୨ৎ You don’t miss the way her eyes widen in surprise for a split second before she schools her expression into her typical disinterest

୨ৎ “You weren’t here last night,” she deadpans

୨ৎ Your lip curls in irritation, head tilting to the side as if to ask her why the fuck she cares

୨ৎ “Yeah, I took the morning shift so I could go on a date at six,” you scoff, turning to wipe the table behind next to you. “Didn’t hit it off with her anyway, so I’d prefer that you don’t add insult to injury-”

୨ৎ “Oh, thank Janna.”

୨ৎ You whip your head around to see her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her shoulders relaxed

୨ৎ She looked relieved

୨ৎ And now, you’re pissed

୨ৎ “Okay, are you some sort of sadist or something?” You suddenly snap. “I mean, seriously; I get that you don’t like me, but first, you try to get in the way of my friendship with Jinx, and now you’re happy to hear that my love life is in the shitter, so if you could please tell me what the fuck your problem is-”

୨ৎ “You’re into girls.”

୨ৎ Your eyes fly open in rage

୨ৎ “I’m into girls?! That’s why you don’t like me? Oh, so you’re really a piece of shit-”

୨ৎ “Wait! No! I-I…”

୨ৎ Her hands fly out, waving as frantically as her eyes as they dart across your features

୨ৎ In the months you’d known Sevika- in the months you’d been dealing with the stupid crush you had on the woman who absolutely despised you- you’d never seen her look like this

୨ৎ The poor woman is horrified and scrambling to explain herself

୨ৎ “I didn’t mean… that’s not what I meant. I just… I’ve been trying to figure out if you liked girls,” she finally sighs, hands dropping to her sides in defeat

୨ৎ Still, confusion is written all over your face

୨ৎ “Why?”

୨ৎ She shrugs

୨ৎ “T’ save myself the embarrassment of you being straight when I finally built up the courage to ask you out.”

୨ৎ Your jaw goes slack

୨ৎ And as you think about the past few months- her narrowed gaze not of confusion, but of appraisal, her quickness to pull Jinx away not out of reproval, but out of embarrassment- all you can do is laugh

୨ৎ “So you’ve had a thing for me this whole time, too?”

୨ৎ “Too?!”

୨ৎ You laugh even harder

୨ৎ “Why didn’t you just… ask?”

୨ৎ She scratches the back of her neck, looking up at you through her dark lashes

୨ৎ “I know, I know… just thought that might be awkward.”

୨ৎ “More awkward than looking at me like I’ve lost my mind when I ask you what you want to drink?”

୨ৎ She huffs out a chuckle, hand coming up to rub her face

୨ৎ And suddenly, you’re taking her face in your own hands to plant a kiss on her lips

୨ৎ She leans back in surprise for a fleeting moment, but it isn’t even a second later before her hands anchor to your hips and she melts into the feeling of your lips on her own

୨ৎ When you pull away, her lips quirk up into a smirk, and yours do the same as you purr,

୨ৎ “Does that answer your question?”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika fluff #sevika imagine #sevika headcanon #arcane imagine #arcane headcanon #arcane fluff #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane

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jinxs-gf · 1 year ago

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Can I? (kiss the hurt away)

YJ!Conner Kent x Spider!Reader

summary: you get hurt during a mission and Conner just wants to help. this finally brings you two together.

content/warnings: set in s1, lots of wounds, blood mentioned, awkward flirting…this was a shared prompt w my two besties, here’s my version! (I switched it up a bit), funny writing bc it’s from spider!reader’s perspective (mostly)

word count: 2.1k

a/n: FIRST CONNER FIC YAYAYYAYAYAY I hope people actually read for him lmaooo…enjoy!

There's a ringing in your ear for a while, your vision blurred. Just as you come out of it there's a voice—

"You okay?"

One you're very familiar with.

You slowly blink your eyes open. You're not sure what the hell your enemy just blasted you with, but it was enough to knock you out and make everything hurt. A lot.

"Uhh I think so?" Conner watched the white eyes of your mask blink, he could tell you were in fact, not okay.

He could see it from a distance, the distance he unknowingly made while fighting. He promised himself he'd stay close at all times when the team was in danger, when you could potentially get hurt. And look at you now. His ignorance to what was going on around him got you hurt.

At least that's what he told himself.

You swat his hands as he starts fussing over you, too disoriented to think about the action. Until you see his hurt face. He was only trying to help.

But Conner thinks, you were pushing him away, and rightfully so when he's the reason you're hurt in the first place.

"No no it's-" you heave a rugged sigh, your lungs feeling heavy. "I'm just out of it. Sorry. What was that guy packing in his gun anyways?"

Conner's reluctant in his assistance to you now, but you encourage him with a smile. He lifts you to your feet, securing an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall back down. You definitely weren't in a state to be walking and that's proven when your legs wobble and all your weight falls onto him. Something he doesn't mind and in a different situation would smile at.

But you hiss as his pulls you up, and he's brought back to reality.

"Thanks Con-man." Another smile for him and his shoulders relax.

"I have no idea what that man was packing in his gun. All I know is it hurt you...really badly. You were out the rest of the fight."

"I was?" A quick look around and sure enough, you were. The quietness of the area should've been a clear sign there was no longer a battle going on.

"Looks like I was." And suddenly the team is behind you. It's a miracle the rest of them avoided getting hurt the way you did (which was a little embarrassing considering your spider senses).

"You alright, Spidey?" Wally and Artemis ask at the same time, they glare at each other for it.

"Jinx. Artemis, you owe me a soda."

"I do not-" you cut them off, ending the argument before it could start.

"Yeah I'm alright." But the way you leaned heavily onto the SuperBoy and breathed unevenly told a different story. Although that was nothing new, was it? You somehow were constantly hanging off the boy one way or another (not literally...though you wish it was).

"Are you sure? We'll have you get checked back at headquarters," Kaldur speaks. You simply nod, too weak to really do much else.

Robin was looking worriedly, trying to hide it but you could see right through him. You shot him a smile.

While the team discussed what to do with the bad guy, you stayed with Conner. There was an awkward silence until he spoke up, having enough of your small hisses and puffs at his side.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, everything? I'm hurting everywhere," you were practically mumbling, fatigue evident with every word you spoke.

He huffs and places you on the floor again, carefully avoiding any rubble from the fight. Another pained hiss from you.

"Sorry sorry, I know," he's trying to figure out his next move. "I don't know how to make it better."

You shake your head, "that's alright Conner. You don't need to, you're not a doctor or anything."

And yet he looks guilty, like your wounds and the fact that he hasn't already done something to ease the pain was his fault. He eyed the arm you've been holding around your abdomen this whole time.

"You being here right now is enough. I promise. And this," you lift your arm finally, making a soft noise of pain in between, "it'll go down by tomorrow-"

"Shit! When did that happen?" His voice startles you, the sudden noise rattling your probably concussed brain. You finally look down to see blood dripping from a scratch in your suit.

"Shit. When did that happen? How..."

"I didn't realize it was that bad. I'm sorry."

"No Conner, it's okay-"

"Can I?"

"Huh?" And Conner is gesturing to your mask, your eyes widen.

"You're breathing too heavily for it to be comfortable. Please?" He wouldn't say part of it was because he needed to see your face to comfort him.

You nod.

He doesn't freak out when he takes it off, so that's a good sign.

"How do I look?" he doesn't answer for a few seconds, he's carefully observing your face it seems. You can't help but smile.

And he smiles back, "still beautiful as ever."

"Okay lover boy," you desperately wish the mask was on, if only to hide your timid expression. "You don't need to flatter me."

Conner clears his throat quickly, awkwardly. As if he didn't realize he said it out loud.

He really didn't mean to. But seeing how shy and...dare he say happy you looked after he said it, he thinks it wasn't such a bad thing.

"You have a few scratches. But you're still-"

"Beautiful as ever, yeah yeah I heard you," maybe he wasn't going to say it again, but you weren't going to risk it. You don't think you could take it if he said it. You'd probably do something stupid like kiss him—

He swallows thickly, still embarrassed. "We need to get you back," he goes to pick you up, only this time it's not so you can stand upright. No. He's preparing to carry you bridal style. Oh no. Now you really might kiss him (that is if you don't pass out within the next few seconds). "Can I carry you? I don't think you're in good enough shape to walk right now."

"Rude."

"No I didn't mean-"

You laugh, maybe a little meanly, you knew he wasn't good on certain social cues yet, making teasing him easy, "sorry- I know what you mean. Yeah it's...alright. You can totally carry me." Now you were beginning to feel awkward.

He picks you up easily. And you're starting to agree with him, you definitely weren't in any shape to walk if him lifting you was enough to make you dizzy.

You weren't kidding yourself when you said you'd pass out before you could kiss him.

Your head lays comfortably on his chest...right over his heart which happened to be beating like crazy.

Was that your doing? You really hope so.

He carries you a little behind the rest of the team, murmuring reassurances and praise. 'You did good back there.' 'You're gonna be okay, I'll make sure of it.' 'Stay close to me okay? I'll make it better.'

Bioship took you all back to Mount Justice, M'gann talking your ear off the whole time. Starting with worried rambles about how hurt you looked and fading into a new tv show she got into. One she wished her people on Mars could enjoy.

Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you could feel an oncoming headache the whole ride. You didn't have the heart to tell her to stop nor that you weren't really listening. Not feeling bad only because Wally seemed enthralled with her storytelling (suck up) and flirted here and there.

You were too busy focusing on your shadow anyways. Aka the SuperBoy who refused to leave your side and was quite literally on you the whole way. Between him, M'gann, and Wally's flirting with her (and Robin's occasional butting in to tease) you were surprised you didn't go insane on the ride back.

When you did get back, they told you it was bad (fatal for a normal person) but nothing you couldn't handle. Just a broken rib (unfortunately common for you) and a slight concussion. Great. Accompanied with bruises and the big gash on your abdomen. That weapon really did a number on you. Conner went off on the adults for saying it was "nothing you couldn't handle" because you were "on the brink of dying". Which is a bit dramatic, but having him be so protective over you was kind of nice...or whatever.

They suggested you took a break for a week and a half (a conclusion you came to after you'd negotiated with them for a good 5 minutes. because who do they think they were benching you—for good reason—for 2 weeks?!) should a mission come up within that time.

You sighed on the couch, everyone was either in their rooms or went home for the day. They said their goodbyes and wished you well, to which you replied 'pfft I'll be better by tomorrow. just watch.' It would be really embarrassing if you weren't better by tomorrow...you unfortunately bet money on it. Stupid.

"You okay?"

"A little better now. Thanks for taking care of me."

"I wish I could've done more...I said I would but all I did was sit back and watch everyone else take care of you." This was clearly eating at him, although it's a wonder why.

Nothing about the situation was his fault nor should he feel guilty about "not doing enough."

"Conner, I told you it's alright and that you being there for me was enough. And I meant every word."

He sits with you, thigh to thigh with his head in his hands.

You pat his shoulder, "it's alright big guy. I'm okay, I'll be fully recovered soon."

"Not soon enough."

You sigh, he could be really stubborn sometimes. Frustratingly so.

"Con, please. Look at me?" He listens. And you regret asking him. You hate the look in his eyes, or rather you hate the way it makes you feel. Another case of you're going to kiss him if he keeps this up.

How could such a big, stubborn, and (apparently) non-affectionate guy have the biggest puppy eyes? Ones that have you melting.

His face is now in your palms. With the way he's looking at you, surely he wouldn't mind if you gave in and...kissed him, right?

"Can I kiss you?"

He's stunned for a moment before finally speaking up, "isn't it obvious that I want you to?"

You both share shy smiles thinking, finally.

You lean in, hands still cupping his face, his now doing the same.

Although the kiss was a little awkward, the two of you not exactly experienced in that department (him coming out of a literal tube only months ago), as well as a little...messy—it was everything you could've wanted in your first kiss with him. A kiss that was going to be the start of the two of you. SuperBoy and the Spider. You hated how warm the thought made you.

You were practically radiating giddiness, Conner could feel it. He pulled away still smiling, "I've wanted to do that for a really long time now."

"Me too. You know what also was great about that? You kissed my ouchies away. I'm all better now."

"Ouchies? What are we, five?"

There's silence, not of awkwardness, but from two of you reeling from the kiss, processing the fact that it was real.

"I don't want to be the one to break this up but...we should really get to bed. With your concussion and training being early tomorrow..."

"Yeah, of course," the giddiness hasn't left, "would you uh...want to come? With me? To bed."

"Gee Spider, at least take me to dinner first."

"Oh, so he's got jokes now?"

"Only for you, babe."

"Ew, you sound like Wally."

"Ouch? Don't insult me like that," but he doesn't look offended in the slightest. There's probably the biggest smile you've seen on his face, ever.

Safe to say it was not fun explaining why Conner was in your bed the next morning, trying to convince everyone it was purely innocent.

Batman was disappointed, reminding you that you needed to wait until you were healed before you did anything physical. Haha. Very funny.

And the team snapped pictures that they would definitely use against Conner (seeing as he was the more...emotionally constipated and reluctantly affectionate one).

But you honestly couldn't be happier. And neither could he.

does it seem a bit rushed at the end? unfortunately

do I have the patience to fix it? no

hope you enjoyed :D

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