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masterlist inspired by this ask, thank you lovely!
it’s 9:00 when sammy gets home, and he’s exhausted. the day’s been rough, to put it simply, and all he really wants is to just take a nice, warm shower and lay down with his girl.
as soon as you hear him walking through the door, you’re running to him and squealing, “sammy baby! you’re back!” you pepper kisses across his face, clearly happy to see him after a long shift. “how was work? i missed you! did you get the lunch i packed for you?”
ever since you found out about how… lacking in affection his marriage with tammi was, you’ve made it your mission to make sammy feel as happy and cared for as possible, and that started with packing cute little lunches every day. it’s always something different, always with fruits cut into cute little shapes and with a note telling him you love him and you hope his day goes well.
sammy is tired, but damn if he can’t resist you. he gives a tired grin, “yeah, baby, i missed you too. work was tiring, y’know how it is… but the lunch helped.” he kisses your hair, finally relaxing after such a long day. “wanna take a shower. you gonna come with me?”
you nod quickly, always up for a quick shower with him. it’s one of your favorite things to do, you love feeling close to him that way, and you love being able to take care of him when he’s not feeling the best. “mhm! let’s go!”
in the shower, you and sammy just… relax for a while. you’re in his arms, lathering him with his favorite soap while telling him about your day. he likes coming home to this, likes hearing you talk while you take care of him. you’re so good to him and he knows it.
eventually you tap his cheek to get his attention and ask, “do you want me to wash your hair?” you wash his hair with your shampoo sometimes, just because he likes smelling like you. and because maybe yours is softer than his 3-in-1.
sammy hums, “yeah, i do, actually. thank you, angel.” he kisses your forehead, allowing you to work the shampoo into his hair and wash it for him.
when the two of you are done in the shower, you curl up on the couch together, putting on his favorite tv show. it’s kind of shitty, but he loves it so you always watch it with him. you rest your head on your shoulder, “are you feeling better now, sammy?”
he doesn’t respond, so you turn to look at him, only to find he’s fallen asleep like that. you smile softly, closing your eyes and just reveling in the calm of the night.
slightly longer version of this imagine ♡ nsfw mdni
pope has been out all day on a job for smurf, and he’s completely exhausted. he’s spent the whole day fighting and getting his hands dirty, and right now all he really wants is to be with his girl.
when he walks into your room, he finds you curled up in bed, already asleep. you look so soft, so pretty for him, he can’t help but crawl in next to you and kiss you awake. his lips trail along your neck and up to your ear, so he can whisper, “hey, baby, i’m home.”
it takes a few moments, but eventually you stir, your bleary eyes squinting at him as they focus. “oh… hi andy…” you tug him closer and close your eyes, already falling back asleep. “missed you…”
pope smiles, “yeah, missed you too, sweetheart.” he pulls the blankets away slowly to find you in just his t-shirt and a pair of thin panties. they’re already wet. “oh, you did miss me, didn’t you?”
you hide your face in his neck, “mhm…” while his hand trails up to your inner thighs. you let out a gasp and start to shut them but he murmurs, “no, baby, it’s okay. just wanna play a bit, yeah?” this just makes you more shy, but he pushes gently, “i’ll go slow, promise. just wanna feel you…”
you don’t stop him, so he plays with you a bit, just like he said he would. just gently rubbing over your panties, getting you ready for him.
by the time he’s undoing his belt and stepping out of his trousers, you’re face down on the bed, hugging his pillow, all sleepy and pliant the way he wanted you. so when he starts fucking into you from behind, you have no complaints, you’re right where you want to be.
nsfw mdni andrew ‘pope’ cody who loves coming home to his sleepy girl <3
andrew hates being out late, hates coming home from jobs at 2am when you’re already asleep.
but he does love sliding in bed next to you, all sleepy and satiated after missing him all day. he practically melts when you mumble, “mm… hi baby, missed you…” and nuzzle into his chest.
he presses himself into your back, kissing your neck, “missed you too, angel. so much. thought about you all day…”
you always sleep in just a big t-shirt of his and a pair of panties, so it isn’t hard for him to touch you. he rubs gentle circles over the fabric, “couldn’t wait to get home to you… wanna play a little before you go to sleep? i’ll go slow, i promise…”
when you nod, he starts rocking into you from behind, his arms around you and his lips against your neck the whole time. and he’s so good, he even keeps his promise to go slow, despite how needy he’s been all day <3
omg it’s insane to me that this is getting so much attention… i wrote this half asleep and horny at like 2am after coming home from the cinema </3 all the reblogs are making me giggle thank you guys!!! i’ve been super busy these past few weeks (i’ve been out every day. save me) and i’m going on vacation in like two days so i hope these little blurbs are enough for everyone :3
nsfw mdni andrew ‘pope’ cody who loves coming home to his sleepy girl <3 longer ver
andrew hates being out late, hates coming home from jobs at 2am when you’re already asleep.
but he does love sliding in bed next to you, all sleepy and satiated after missing him all day. he practically melts when you mumble, “mm… hi baby, missed you…” and nuzzle into his chest.
he presses himself into your back, kissing your neck, “missed you too, angel. so much. thought about you all day…”
you always sleep in just a big t-shirt of his and a pair of panties, so it isn’t hard for him to touch you. he rubs gentle circles over the fabric, “couldn’t wait to get home to you… wanna play a little before you go to sleep? i’ll go slow, i promise…”
when you nod, he starts rocking into you from behind, his arms around you and his lips against your neck the whole time. and he’s so good, he even keeps his promise to go slow, despite how needy he’s been all day <3
summary: when you get home from work one day, you find a cat outside your and jack’s apartment. he’s reluctant to take it in, but maybe you can convince him…
pairing: jack abbot x reader
warnings: homeless cat :( (that is given a home shhhh), takes place during winter/holiday season (i love winter okay don’t judge), nothing serious! just light fluff and petnames
a/n: IM SORRY i know i said i wasn’t writing for shawn characters anymore but this was in my drafts and i couldn’t help but finish it 😓 i hope you guys don’t hate me too much for coming back haha, enjoy! title from hello kitty kat by the smashing pumpkins
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when you left for work this morning, it was snowing, but not nearly as much as it is now that you’re walking to your car, about to go home.
you’re practically blown away by the wind the second you walk out of your office building, no doubt from the blizzard that started just a few hours ago, and you’re already ankle deep in snow as you get out onto the street.
just as you’re about to turn the corner and finally get to your area of the parking garage, you see it. a small cardboard box just… sitting against the concrete wall. and, over the sounds of the wind thrashing in your ears, you hear the tiniest little meow.
immediately, you run over to find a small orange kitten staring up at you from the box, looking like sunshine but shivering as it’s wriggled its way out of the blankets it was wrapped in.
“oh, oh no!” you gasp, kneeling down to get to the kitten’s level, seeing its obvious distress. “awh, poor baby…”
frowning, you lift it into your arms. it’s so tiny, you can tell barely a month old. you know you need to take it home, who else will take care of it?
“okay, you’re coming home with me, kitty!” you decide triumphantly. you start to carry it to your car, but then you remember your boyfriend, jack, isn’t as easy as you are. you have no idea how he’ll react, but you decide you’ll just see when you get home.
the sky is dark now as you step out of your car, and jack is surprisingly home for once, his lucky day off. you walk into the house and kick your shoes off, calling out, “love, i’m home!” and making no mention of the tiny bundle of fur in your arms.
“in here, babe!” jack calls out from the living room, where he usually waits for you to get home.
you walk into the room to greet him and he gets up from the couch to meet you in the middle, kissing your cheek before noticing the blankets you have balled up in your arms. “what’s this, honey?
“you have to promise you won’t get mad, okay?” you hold out your free hand for him, already intending to make him pinky promise.
apprehensively, he agrees, “alright, what is it?” wc stops here
you unwrap the blankets to reveal the small, auburn-colored kitten in your arms, already noticing the surprised look on his face. “you promised you wouldn’t get mad!”
“i’m not mad, im just…” he sighs, “love, what is this? where did it even come from?”
“i found her outside my office! in the parking garage, someone just left her there!” you look so sad when you say it, devastated by the idea that someone could do such a thing. “there’s a storm out there, jack! i couldn’t just let her freeze! she looked so cold, oh, poor thing…” you coo at her while she just stares up at you with wide eyes. you think she’s the most adorable thing.
jack thinks otherwise, though. “look, i get it, but we can’t keep it. you know that. with the holidays coming up and everything… do you even know how much it would cost to take it to the vet?” 
desperately, you answer, “i know! i’ll pay for it! i’ll get my bonus in a few weeks, you know i’ll pay it all back. please, jack, she needs a home. look how tiny she is!”
the kitten just stares up at him and gives a pathetic little meow, practically begging him to give in.
he sighs again and rubs a hand over his face, “just… for now. we’ll take her in for a night or two and see how it goes.”
you squeal and hug him, “oh, thank you! i knew you’d give in, you’re the best! come on, i wanna give it a warm bath…”
he smiles softly and shakes his head, watching you run towards the bathroom, and follows you in there. he can’t deny you anything, really.
once the bath is done, jack presses you to get in yourself. “i know you’ve had a long day, love, and you were freezing when you walked in. the cat’s fine, its asleep in the living room.”
you frown, “i know, but i’m worried about it. what if it gets hurt while i’m in there?”
he gently wraps his arms around your waist, “i’ll watch over it. you just take care of yourself for now, alright?”
it doesn’t take long for you to give in, you’re exhausted. “alright, just… make sure the cat is fine.”
with a kiss on the cheek and an encouraging smile, he sends you off, “i will, i will. go shower, i promise it’s okay.”
an hour later, you return to the living room in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts from his military days; both of which are too big for you, but it’s not like you mind.
you’re surprised to find that he isn’t in there anymore, and you hear quiet murmuring from the kitchen instead.
following the sound, you walk in there to find him knelt down in the corner, feeding the kitten out of his hand and quietly cooing at it, “good girl! you’re hungry, aren’t you? that’s good…”
you giggle and walk over to him, “are you playing, tough mr. abbot?” kneeling down next to him to watch the kitten eat.
jack shrugs, “not playing, just… y’know, she needed to be fed, so i ordered some food to the house.” but he’s petting her while he says it.
“i think we should name her paprika,” he muses, prompting you to laugh.
“paprika? why’s that?”
he’s still just watching her, “because of her color. it’s a cute name, i don’t know.”
you suddenly grin, realizing he’s already trying to name her. “oh, so we’re naming her now? does that mean we can keep her?”
“no, no, no. don’t start getting ideas. i just meant… if we were to keep her.” he’s defensive, but you can tell he’s really starting to consider it.
smiling, you kiss his cheek, “sure, sure. we’ll just see about that.” you let the cat settle into your lap, “i’m tired from work, honestly all i really want is to lay down on the couch… it’s not too bad if we just let her roam for a bit, right?”
he softens, “no, of course not. let’s go relax, she’ll be alright.”
with that, the two of you walk back to the couch, settling in with your head in his lap while he picks some shitty movie for you to watch. it’s not long until you drift off, exhausted from the day and the warmth of his skin on yours.
a few hours later, you wake again, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and murmuring, “sorry, babe, did i fall asleep on you…?”
there’s no answer, though. you open your eyes and look up at him to find him asleep as well, but now with the cat safely curled up against his arm. he fell asleep petting her.
you soften, realizing your boyfriend really is the sweetest. and the next morning, you’re not surprised when you see the collar and food bowls he ordered for her at the front door.
pope cody who comes back from prison and is like a man from the 1800s. he sees the strap of your tank top falling off your shoulder and he’s salivating. he sees your hands wrapped around the handle of your hairbrush while you do your hair and he’s thinking about how good your hands would feel wrapped around his cock. he sees you on your knees, petting a dog you saw on your walk, and he’s thinking about how good you’d look knelt before him, sucking him off. he tries so hard to take things slow, to keep things innocent, but it’s hard when he’s been missing you for the past three years and you’ve been teasing him by sending nudes along with your letters :(
How do you think Pope would be with a sick reader?
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cw: sick!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff
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andrew doesn’t like being ignored.
he really, really doesn’t like being ignored.
for the past two days, he’s barely heard from you. you were acting off all day yesterday before you cancelled your plans with him last night, and now you’re barely responding at all.
to say he’s worried is an understatement. his first assumption is that you’re angry with him, but he can’t think of a reason why. you went on a date with him just last week and seemed fine, infact you had a great time. so why now are you deciding to ignore him? are you tired of him?
his second assumption is that his brothers or smurf bothered you enough that you don’t want to come around anymore. which makes sense because, well, they can definitely be a lot. but it also doesn’t explain why you wouldn’t go on the date with him yesterday because that was meant to be just the two of you, a quiet, intimate dinner at an expensive restaurant in the city. it would just be the two of you.
he’s currently sitting on the couch, trying his hardest to figure out a reason for you ignoring him, when he gets a call from you. he furrows his eyebrows; you never really call him without asking first, and when you do it’s so you can rant to him about your day while you’re missing him. so why are you calling him now? are you about to break up with him over the phone? you wouldn’t do that, you’re not that cruel, you’re—
“andy,” you sniffle, “can i come over?”
that surprises him. he didn’t expect to pick up the call to hear that. he’s never heard you cry, and you sound so… sad. and tired. you don’t sound well at all. he immediately goes into worry mode, “yeah of course baby— what’s going on?”
you choke out another sob, “i’ll tell you when i get there. i’m sorry.” and hang up right after that.
andrew frowns. he doesn’t like how… sad you sound. he’s not used to it. he isn’t very good at talking to people, let alone comforting them when they’re crying. he’s worried you’ll come over and he won’t know how to handle whatever’s wrong. he’s worried he won’t be able to make you better.
after about ten minutes, there’s a knock at the door, and andrew goes to open it. he finds you standing at the door, still crying, looking extremely pale and unwell. his eyes widen, “oh, love…”
for a moment, he just stands there, his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. he doesn’t know if he should hug you or leave you be or pull you in… he’s terrified. he doesn’t want to make it worse.
you sob, “i’m sorry, i got sick… i woke up yesterday morning and i felt so sick and i— i didn’t know what to do, i know you’re always so clean and everything and i was scared if we went on our date i’d infect you and…”
his entire face softens. “you’re… sick? that’s all?”
you sniffle, “i’m really sick, andy, it’s awful and everything hurts…”
“no, no, that’s not what i meant, i just thought that…” for a moment, he just thinks. hesitates. then he asks so gently, “do you want a hug?”
as soon as you nod, he’s pulling you into his strong arms and shutting the door behind you. he just holds you for a long while, letting you cry into his shoulder, until eventually you mumble, “aren’t you worried i’ll get you sick? i know you’re scared of germs and everything…”
he pulls back to look at you, frowning. “no, baby. i’m not worried about that. i’m worried about you. my girl is sick and i’m gonna be there for her.” he presses his lips to your hair, “i promise i want you here.”
you nod into his chest and ask softly, “can i just lay in your bed for a bit…?”
“of course, love. you always can. c’mere.” he carefully entwines his fingers with yours and leads you into his bedroom, letting you collapse into his bed. he sits on the edge of the bed next to you while you get comfortable under the blankets. “feel any better now?” he asks a bit shyly, hoping he made things at least a little better.
“mhmm…” you mumble into the pillow, completely exhausted. you reach for his hand to hold, and he takes it. “thank you, andy…”
he nods stiffly, still not really knowing how to handle you. “you, um… you wanna eat something? would that make it better?”
you shake your head, “no, just wanna sleep, maybe when i wake up…”
he squeezes your hand, “that’s fine. i’ll be here when you wake up, just rest.”
it doesn’t take long for you to drift off, finally comforted by him and the familiarity of his bed. you fall asleep with his hand in yours, finally feeling safe.
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when you wake up, it’s dark now, the sun must have set a while ago. you still feel the ache behind your eyes, the shivers wracking through your body. but it’s not as bad as before. you rub your eyes, noticing your boyfriend is gone, and you get out of bed on shaky legs to go find him.
andrew is in the kitchen, making you some soup. you walk up behind him and hug his waist, buring your face in his shoulder and closing your eyes. “hi…” you yawn.
he stiffens for a moment, then softens when he realizes it’s you. “oh, hi baby…” he turns around to kiss your forehead, checking your temperature, “hm, the rest must have helped. you don’t feel as warm.”
you just hum into his skin, still feeling sleepy and comfortable. “are you making soup for me…?”
he shrugs, “yeah, it’s supposed to help. make you feel a bit better.” he pours the soup into a bowl for you and places a hand on your back, leading you to the table to sit down. he watches you eat anxiously, then asks, “is it good?”
you smile up at him, “it’s really good, thank you. i feel so much better already.” you’re teasing him a bit, you’re still unwell, but you do really appreciate what he’s doing for you.
“good, that’s… yeah.” he stands awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing what else to do. “how else can i help? i want you to feel better, you know.”
for a moment, you think, then you shrug, “just… spend time with me. that’s all i want.”
the two of you spend the rest of the day just relaxing, him doing whatever you want and letting you lay your head on his lap. even though andrew isn’t great at comforting people, he made you feel better today, and that’s enough for him.
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im also working on one of your other requests right now soooo…
summary: while you’re already stressed at work, your daughter scrapes her knee at school and makes you 10x more stressed. thankfully, dr. abbot falls in love with her, and takes care of her until all the pain is gone. and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get a date out of it…
warnings: single mom!reader, daughter named lily, minor injuries, crying child, jack is an absolute sweetheart, reader is stressed about work and parenting, jack probably crosses professional boundaries with reader at the end but it’s all sfw and it’s fiction so who cares
a/n: i’m finally getting through my asks and drafts!! after like a month!! yayyyyy!!! sorry anon, this has been in my drafts for a while… also, lily is my cats name which is why i named her that :3 dividers by @/honeyluvsw 🤍
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today has been… stressful, to say the least.
you have a deadline coming up at the end of the week, and the work isn’t even done yet.
you’re trying to plan your daughter’s birthday party, which has been an absolute mess because, well, she’s six and six year olds constantly change their mind about if they want princess decorations or mermaid ones.
and even then, your day gets worse when your phone starts buzzing at your desk. you don’t notice it at first, but you frown when you realize the number calling is your daughter’s school. you immediately excuse yourself, stepping out of your office and into the fresh air to answer the phone.
“hello? is everything alright?”
the nurse on the other line speaks softly, trying to ease your worries, “yes, but it seems your daughter’s taken a bit of a fall during recess. she’s very… upset, she’d like you to come pick her up.”
you sigh, “of course, i’ll leave right now. tell her i’m on my way.”
after another moment of small talk and ‘thank you’s,’ you inform your boss of the emergency and, thankfully, he understands, so you’re on your way.
it doesn’t take long to reach your daughter’s school, which is just a few minutes away from your workplace. you walk in and give your name to the attendance office, signing her out of school, and walk to the nurse’s office where she’s waiting for you.
your daughter, lily, is sitting on the bench, sobbing loudly. and when she sees you, she just cries harder. “mommy! mommy, it hurts!”
you rush over, kneeling in front of her, “oh, honey, it’s okay…” you murmur, trying to be comforting despite the immense anxiety you’re feeling. you brush a strand of hair behind her ears, wiping her tears away as gently as possible. “you’re okay, baby. we’re gonna take you to the doctor now, they’re gonna fix you right up.”
lily just sobs more, “no, no!” she thrashes a bit, “i hate doctors!”
“shh, shh, love…” your eyes widen, trying to will the tantrum away with sheer mindpower. “it’s alright, i promise. but i need you to calm down for a minute, okay?”
she sniffles a bit but nods, “mhm…”
you give her a soft, comforting smile and squeeze her little hand. “come on, we’re gonna make you all better.”
lily is surprisingly calm throughout the car ride, and she gets a little antsy in the waiting room. but by the time you get sent to a room, she’s an anxious mess.
she’s sitting on the examining chair, holding her favorite stuffed bunny as tight as she can. it’s her comfort item, her anchor while she freaks out internally about what will happen next.
it all gets better, though, when the doctor walks in. he’s tall, with soft hazel eyes that crinkle a bit at the corners, and silver curls that you may or may not find attractive.
the man kneels down in front of your daughter, getting on eye level with her. “hey there, sweetheart. what brings you in today?” he smiles at the both of you, sensing somehow that you’re just as anxious as she is.
she answers quietly, calming a little but not knowing for sure if she can trust him yet. “i hurt my knee on the playground…”
he frowns, “oh no, well that’s not very good!” he’s trying to be a bit playful, let her know she can calm down. “i’m dr. abbot, but you can call me jack if doctor sounds too scary. i need you to let me look at your knee for a second, can you do that for me?”
“okay…” she murmurs apprehensively, moving her hand away from her leg and letting him get a good look at the scrape.
“oh, that must hurt, doesn’t it?” he sympathizes with her. even though it’s just a scrape, he knows that to a six year old, it’s like a broken leg.
lily nods, “it hurts reallyyy bad… are you gonna fix it, dr. abbot?”
you smile, watching the interaction. he’s so sweet with your daughter, so caring, you can’t help but soften. “of course he’s gonna fix it, sweetheart. but you need to sit still.”
jack laughs, “yes, dr. abbot is gonna fix it. that’s my job, isn’t it? but your mom is right, you gotta be really brave for me and sit still for a few seconds while i put the antiseptic on it.”
he looks up at you for a moment, and you blush and look away. you’re not crushing on your daughter’s doctor. no. that’s not what it is, he’s just being nice to her, and you’re happy she’s just getting the care she needs… right?
he finally notices the small stuffed bunny in her arms. “ who’s your little friend, sweetheart?”
lily answers shyly, “that’s bentley bunny. he’s my friend. mom says he likes hugs, so she says i should hug him when i get scared.”
he smiles at both of you, “well, i think that’s a very good idea. your bentley bunny is a very good friend. i think you should hug him while i take care of your cut, yeah?”
she nods, and when jack starts to put the antiseptic on the scrape, she’s actually calmer than you expected. she whines a bit, but she just hugs her bunny very tight, and she actually seems comfortable with jack.
once jack is done, he pulls out two different boxes of bandaids; one pack has princesses on them, and the other one has little cartoon animals. “you’ve been so brave today, i think you deserve a nice bandaid to show how brave you’ve been.”
lily gasps, “princesses! i want the one with princesses!”
jack laughs, “alright, princesses it is. do you wanna give your little friend a bandaid too?” when she nods, he carefully places two bandaids on her knee to cover the scrape, and one on the knee of the small stuffed bunny she’s hugging.
he pats her leg gently, standing up, “all done, princess. you and mom can go home and rest now, maybe get some ice cream.” he smiles at you, “follow me, i’ll get her signed out.”
while you’re at the nurse’s station, signing her out and paying for the visit, your daughter is a few feet away, watching the fish tank nearby. you keep a close eye on her while jack leans against the desk. “so… you got a boyfriend?”
you laugh, absolutely surprised, “i… what?”
“sorry, sorry, that’s too straightforward, i just…” he chuckles and shrugs, “you’re a great mom. and it doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty.”
smiling, you shake your head, “no, i don’t have a boyfriend. why, you wanna take me out, dr. abbot?”
he grins, “i do, actually. of course, only if…”
“i get off work at five on saturday. i can hire a sitter for lily.”
his smile brightens, “great! so, i’ll see you then?”
you nod and smile back at him, “it’s a date.”
with that, you finish your paperwork and take lily’s hand, leading her out of the building, both of you waving goodbye to ‘dr. abbot.’ and, maybe, the next day at work, you’re a little happier than usual, knowing you’re going on a date with a certain handsome doctor on saturday.
summary: when you get home from work one day, you find a cat outside your and jack’s apartment. he’s reluctant to take it in, but maybe you can convince him…
pairing: jack abbot x reader
warnings: homeless cat :( (that is given a home shhhh), takes place during winter/holiday season (i love winter okay don’t judge), nothing serious! just light fluff and petnames
a/n: IM SORRY i know i said i wasn’t writing for shawn characters anymore but this was in my drafts and i couldn’t help but finish it 😓 i hope you guys don’t hate me too much for coming back haha, enjoy! title from hello kitty kat by the smashing pumpkins
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when you left for work this morning, it was snowing, but not nearly as much as it is now that you’re walking to your car, about to go home.
you’re practically blown away by the wind the second you walk out of your office building, no doubt from the blizzard that started just a few hours ago, and you’re already ankle deep in snow as you get out onto the street.
just as you’re about to turn the corner and finally get to your area of the parking garage, you see it. a small cardboard box just… sitting against the concrete wall. and, over the sounds of the wind thrashing in your ears, you hear the tiniest little meow.
immediately, you run over to find a small orange kitten staring up at you from the box, looking like sunshine but shivering as it’s wriggled its way out of the blankets it was wrapped in.
“oh, oh no!” you gasp, kneeling down to get to the kitten’s level, seeing its obvious distress. “awh, poor baby…”
frowning, you lift it into your arms. it’s so tiny, you can tell barely a month old. you know you need to take it home, who else will take care of it?
“okay, you’re coming home with me, kitty!” you decide triumphantly. you start to carry it to your car, but then you remember your boyfriend, jack, isn’t as easy as you are. you have no idea how he’ll react, but you decide you’ll just see when you get home.
the sky is dark now as you step out of your car, and jack is surprisingly home for once, his lucky day off. you walk into the house and kick your shoes off, calling out, “love, i’m home!” and making no mention of the tiny bundle of fur in your arms.
“in here, babe!” jack calls out from the living room, where he usually waits for you to get home.
you walk into the room to greet him and he gets up from the couch to meet you in the middle, kissing your cheek before noticing the blankets you have balled up in your arms. “what’s this, honey?
“you have to promise you won’t get mad, okay?” you hold out your free hand for him, already intending to make him pinky promise.
apprehensively, he agrees, “alright, what is it?” wc stops here
you unwrap the blankets to reveal the small, auburn-colored kitten in your arms, already noticing the surprised look on his face. “you promised you wouldn’t get mad!”
“i’m not mad, im just…” he sighs, “love, what is this? where did it even come from?”
“i found her outside my office! in the parking garage, someone just left her there!” you look so sad when you say it, devastated by the idea that someone could do such a thing. “there’s a storm out there, jack! i couldn’t just let her freeze! she looked so cold, oh, poor thing…” you coo at her while she just stares up at you with wide eyes. you think she’s the most adorable thing.
jack thinks otherwise, though. “look, i get it, but we can’t keep it. you know that. with the holidays coming up and everything… do you even know how much it would cost to take it to the vet?” 
desperately, you answer, “i know! i’ll pay for it! i’ll get my bonus in a few weeks, you know i’ll pay it all back. please, jack, she needs a home. look how tiny she is!”
the kitten just stares up at him and gives a pathetic little meow, practically begging him to give in.
he sighs again and rubs a hand over his face, “just… for now. we’ll take her in for a night or two and see how it goes.”
you squeal and hug him, “oh, thank you! i knew you’d give in, you’re the best! come on, i wanna give it a warm bath…”
he smiles softly and shakes his head, watching you run towards the bathroom, and follows you in there. he can’t deny you anything, really.
once the bath is done, jack presses you to get in yourself. “i know you’ve had a long day, love, and you were freezing when you walked in. the cat’s fine, its asleep in the living room.”
you frown, “i know, but i’m worried about it. what if it gets hurt while i’m in there?”
he gently wraps his arms around your waist, “i’ll watch over it. you just take care of yourself for now, alright?”
it doesn’t take long for you to give in, you’re exhausted. “alright, just… make sure the cat is fine.”
with a kiss on the cheek and an encouraging smile, he sends you off, “i will, i will. go shower, i promise it’s okay.”
an hour later, you return to the living room in a pair of his sweatpants and one of his old t-shirts from his military days; both of which are too big for you, but it’s not like you mind.
you’re surprised to find that he isn’t in there anymore, and you hear quiet murmuring from the kitchen instead.
following the sound, you walk in there to find him knelt down in the corner, feeding the kitten out of his hand and quietly cooing at it, “good girl! you’re hungry, aren’t you? that’s good…”
you giggle and walk over to him, “are you playing, tough mr. abbot?” kneeling down next to him to watch the kitten eat.
jack shrugs, “not playing, just… y’know, she needed to be fed, so i ordered some food to the house.” but he’s petting her while he says it.
“i think we should name her paprika,” he muses, prompting you to laugh.
“paprika? why’s that?”
he’s still just watching her, “because of her color. it’s a cute name, i don’t know.”
you suddenly grin, realizing he’s already trying to name her. “oh, so we’re naming her now? does that mean we can keep her?”
“no, no, no. don’t start getting ideas. i just meant… if we were to keep her.” he’s defensive, but you can tell he’s really starting to consider it.
smiling, you kiss his cheek, “sure, sure. we’ll just see about that.” you let the cat settle into your lap, “i’m tired from work, honestly all i really want is to lay down on the couch… it’s not too bad if we just let her roam for a bit, right?”
he softens, “no, of course not. let’s go relax, she’ll be alright.”
with that, the two of you walk back to the couch, settling in with your head in his lap while he picks some shitty movie for you to watch. it’s not long until you drift off, exhausted from the day and the warmth of his skin on yours.
a few hours later, you wake again, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and murmuring, “sorry, babe, did i fall asleep on you…?”
there’s no answer, though. you open your eyes and look up at him to find him asleep as well, but now with the cat safely curled up against his arm. he fell asleep petting her.
you soften, realizing your boyfriend really is the sweetest. and the next morning, you’re not surprised when you see the collar and food bowls he ordered for her at the front door.
cause love’s out there, and i can’t leave it be - thoroughfare, ethel cain
summary: you and jack host a 4th of july party at your house! inspired by these imagines
warnings: it’s the fourth of july… drinking, age gap, fem!reader, mentions of being jack’s ‘little wife/housewife’ all to be taken as light jokes, not in a tradwife conservative way pls… reader calls jack ‘jackie’
a/n: okay i know the 4th was yesterday but i was too drunk to finish this soooo you’re getting it late :3 also i mean this in the most like non maga way ever… im not maga i just love the 4th of july!!!! in an americana ldr way… anyway if you’re maga you can unfollow me thx <3 also, here’s my moodboard for this fic and the decorations mentioned! enjoy!
jack abbot masterlist
you’ve been so excited for this for weeks.
jack hosts a fourth of july barbecue for his friends every year, the ones who can take off work and come over for some drinking and fun.
though, last year was your first time actually showing up, and it wasn’t as… exciting as you thought.
it wasn’t bad, he had fun with his friends and that’s all he really needed, right? but there were no fun decorations, nothing to actually make it seem like… a holiday. and you decided this year, you’d spruce things up a bit.
jack decided to take a short shift at the pitt in the morning before the party started, you knew he would because he’s a workaholic. so while he’s been gone all day, you’ve been in the backyard, setting up for the night.
you’re currently on your tip-toes, standing on a table to hang an old, worn american flag when you hear jack walk through the back door. you squeal and jump down, “jackie!”
jack smiles and walks toward you with his arms open, ready to catch you when you run into them, “hey there, sweetheart. what’cha up to, hm?”
you giggle as he presses kisses to your lips, nose, cheeks… “just setting up! can you help me get the flag up, please?”
he lets you go with a small tap to your ass, prompting you to move to the side while he sets the flag up the way you wanted. you just watch him with awe, admiring the way his arms flex when they work, the way his face looks so focused.
he finishes setting up and turns back to you, tilting his head with a grin. “you staring, princess?”
“maybe…” you answer with faux shyness, letting him grab your waist so he can pepper your face with kisses once more.
eventually, he starts tickling you, just because he loves to tease you. you burst into a fit of giggles again, “stop, stop!” pawing at his chest, playfully trying to push him off.
jack just smiles and gives in, “alright, alright, keep setting up. they’re coming over in an hour, yeah?”
you grin and nod, “mhm, i know. come help me set up the food, please!”
the two of you migrate to the kitchen, where you start on making soda floats for everyone. while you make them, he’s behind you, his arms around you while he presses his lips to your cheek and right behind your ear. you can feel him grinning into your skin when he murmurs, “you look cute in those shorts, you know.”
he watches you get a bit shy, and he just finds it amusing. “c’mon, don’t get shy on me now. you wore them for me, didn’t you?”
you groan and push him off, “not now, jackie! you’re gonna make me spill the soda…”
“fine, for now.” he leaves you with one more kiss, “you want me to set the chips up out there?”
you nod without turning your head, staying focused on making the drinks just perfect. “yes, please. make sure they’re in the pretty bowls i put out!”
with that, jack walks back outside, and you keep making the drinks. after about fifteen minutes, they’re done, and you bring them out on your favorite tray, white with little flowers on it. “did you set the chips out, honey?”
he turns to look at you from his place by the grill, starting it for the barbecue. “mhm, they’re over there. and the jell-o shots.” he beckons you over, and when you walk to him he looks at you softly, “i promise you don’t need to put this much effort in, baby. my friends will already love you.”
you sigh, resting your cheek on his shoulder. “i know, but i wanted to make it nice for you…”
just as you’re talking, robby walks through the door, holding a case of beer. “hey, brother!” he claps jack on the back, “how’s your girl?”
jack looks down at you and smirks, “she’s great, been working on this party all day. got my own little housewife here, don’t i?”
“he does! hi, robby, i’m so happy you could come,” you beam up at him.
robby laughs again, “hey there, love. you really set up nice, huh?”
after that, more and more of jack’s friends show up, and you let him mingle while you lounge in the pool and drink one of your floats.
watching him, he seems to be having fun, and you’re glad. you really just want everything to go perfect for him. you decide to walk back up to him, now just in your low rise shorts and bikini top, and when he sees you he grins wide.
his hands find your hips, “wow, putting on a show for my friends, huh?”
“no, just for you,” you grin. “should i say hi to them, though!”
he thinks for a moment, “you don’t need to, but i’m sure they’d like to say hi. cmon, i’ll find them.”
for the next twenty minutes, the two of you just talk to his friends, and you get along with them even better than you’d hoped. right now, you’re standing with him behind you, his hands all over you, pretending it doesn’t affect you.
one of his SWAT friends laughs, “man, she’s so much younger than you.”
that just prompts you to smile up at jack, “that’s right, he’s my old man. i love him, though!” you kiss his jaw, “besides, he likes how young i am, don’t you, jackie?”
jack actually turns red at that, “just… shut up,” and buries his face in your neck.
you gasp, “oh! robby, can you get my camera and take pictures of us?”
“yep, happy to help. where is it?” robby calls out.
you point to the table pushed against the wall of the house, “it’s on the table! quick, jackie looks cute!”
robby ends up spending ten minutes just trying to work the thing, but when he does, you’re absolutely beaming. you love all the photos, and you love your boyfriend even more. you kiss his cheek, “aww, we look so adorable!”
jack smiles, “we do, baby. you look great.” he’s all over you, really. and he is for the rest of the night. when you’re in the pool, he holds you in his arms tight. while he’s barbecuing, he’s staring at you while you swim.
by the time the night is over, you’re exhausted. you already showered, so now you’re just sitting on his bed in a pair of shorts and a small tank top that he just can’t help staring at.
when he walks in the room, freshly done taking his own shower, he smiles softly, “hi there, love. tired?”
you nod up at him, “mhm,” and reach up for him. “can you braid my hair?”
jack nods, “yeah, love, ill braid your hair.” he sits on the bed, letting you sit in his lap, facing away from him. “so pretty, baby. you looked so cute today, yknow that?”
he can’t see it, but he can tell you’re blushing. “thanks…” you murmur, getting more tired by the minute. “wanna go to sleep after this.”
“yeah? you wanna sleep?” he speaks softly, to not wake you up, “you can sleep. i’ll lay down with you.”
you nod into his chest, “mhm, lets lay down…” and it doesn’t take long at all for you to pass out on him.
for a while after you fall asleep, he just stares at you, admiring his lovely girl. he really does appreciate all the things you do for him, and how excited you were to put on this party for him. he hopes you know it, too.
eventually, he falls asleep curled up with you, finally letting your warmth and calm lure him into sleep.
sorry guys can you tell i wrote half of this hungover as shit and i have a lotttt of trouble writing endings to fics… i hope you guys enjoy!!!! happy late 4th of july lmao
