emma!!

mdni

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⋆˙⟡ spring into summer

always, forever, running back to you .ᐟ

emma ❀ 21 ❀ she/her

fandoms i write for: challengers. criminal minds. the bear. marvel. dc. outer banks. stranger things. the pitt. hunger games. we were liars. supernatural. shameless.

masterlist. letterboxd.

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hey guys it’s me again… i know i’ve been absent but i’ve been doing lots of cool stuff in my personal life! hopefully will be coming out with a frank langdon fic soon

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synopsis: when freshly divorced frank takes his kids to soccer for the first time, he immediately makes friends with one of the mothers, you. when you come and pick your daughter up from a playdate later, it stretches into something much greater than both of you could've imagined. pairing: divorced!frank langdon x single mother!reader cw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst. discussions of divorce, mentions of frank's drug addiction and guilt, discussions of abandonment, infidelity and single parenthood. unprotected p in v, fingers in mouth. wordcount: 4.5k taglist: @pittsick @inside--her--fantasy @voidsuites @lvve-talks @iloverodentmen @carpenfaist @nyxmoretti @kill3ill @meetmeatyourworst @coochiemama3000 @scariffs @thryn-the-destroyer @multi-fandom-bi-bitch (to be added)

the car was new. well, not new but unfamiliar. it was a station wagon, reminiscent of what your dad had driven around in the ‘80s, you didn’t even know they still made those. the puppy’s new too, sprinting out of the open car door before the engine had even turned off, all floppy ears and wagging tail. so was the man chasing her, with muttered curse words and failed grabs with veiny arms. the stubble, you noted, was definitely new and you swallowed, hard. 

the only familiar part of the chaotic scene was the two kids, penny and tanner, dashing out of the car and onto the soccer pitch, joining nora, your daughter in a flurry of giggles. 

the weary man had wrangled the overexcited puppy onto the leash and although the animal was still nipping at his ankles, he was too busy scanning the crowd of parents. following his eyeline, you recognised the judgemental looks and whispers behind hands, you knew what it felt like to be the social pariah. however, when his gaze falls on you, you make a point to look neutral, no indication of welcoming. shamefully, you’d worked hard to climb the ranks to a somewhat average position, break away from the single mother stereotype. 

for better or worse, the man chooses to stand next to you, puppy jumping up wildly. 

‘just ignore him.’ he says with a quick shake of his head, ‘apparently it’s just a phase.’ 

the puppy tilts it’s head as if to say this will definitely not be a phase. 

you nod politely but he merely takes it as signal to continue. 

‘it was supposed to be a surprise, you see?’ he clicks his tongue, ‘tanner was so insistent he’d take care of the poor animal.’ 

with a shake of your head, you reply wryly. ‘kids always say stuff like that, trick is not to give in.’ 

‘i’ll… remember that for next time.’ he laughs with a smirk, looking down at the puppy, who was now pushing it’s fluffy head against his shoes, begging for cuddles. 

you look down too, and your jaded heart melts at the adorable sight and with a nod from the man, you’re crouching down to pet him and the puppy immediately bumps his face into your hand, licking your fingers excitedly. 

it’s only when you stand back up, feeling weirdly warmed by the whole interaction that he introduces himself. 

‘i’m frank, by the way.’ he presses his hand to his chest, ‘frank langdon.’ 

you’re at a loss for words, trying to keep your expression polite whilst your brain fires at a million miles per minute. abby had talked at length about her husband, his time as a doctor, his time in rehab, his lack of time for his kids. by the end, you’d envisioned some sort of monster who was jacked up on pills and only appeared in the depths of nighttime. 

that is nothing like the fairly normal man stood beside you. he’s dressed a plain shirt that hugs his upper body, showing faint muscles and regular jeans that aren’t too baggy and aren’t too tight. his dark brown hair is flopping in his face slightly, obscuring his piercing blue eyes. his jawline is set but you’re drawn to the stubble covering it once again and the way his sturdy fingers stroke it as if it still needed some getting used to. 

your eyes betrayed you, widening impossibly as you made the connection. he’d never brought the kids to soccer practice before, he was no longer clean shaven and he had a demented puppy with him. abby had finally divorced him. 

thankfully, frank hadn’t seemed to take notice of your blatant shock so when you finally answered him, it was as casual as you could muster. 

‘oh! well it’s good to finally meet you.’ your smile is strained, not quite meeting your eyes as you try to quell your surprise. ‘i’ve heard so much about you!’ 

he seemed a little embarrassed by this, looking away slightly. ‘yeah… um… can’t’ve been good.’

you wave your hands rapidly, ‘no, no. trust me, all the moms here complain about their husbands, it’s standard.’ 

it’s a lie of course, and a bad one at that. there’s complaining about your husband not doing the dishes and there’s complaining about your husband almost losing his job for stealing painkillers. 

despite this, it seems to appease frank and he looks back at you with a soft expression. it’s real, almost too real and as you hold his warm gaze, you feel your heart rate slowly increase and the sound of a plastic ball being bounced across the grass and screaming children start to fade into the background. 

the moment is interrupted by three children running up to you. 

‘mom! mom! mommy! mom!’ came the repeated cry, you’d barely had time to swivel your head to look at nora.

you take a deep regulating breath, ‘yes, sweetheart?’ 

‘can i stay at tanner and penny’s new house? pleaseeee?’ she whined, making her eyes wide with a grin stretching across half her little face. 

‘well…’ you glance at frank’s kids, who were riling their new puppy up to no end and then to frank who was doing his best to keep it all under control. 

at your non reply, your daughter doubled down. ‘please, please, please, please, please, please.’ 

‘okay, okay!’ you hold your hands up in defeat, ‘i just have to ask their dad first.’ 

nora erupted into cheers and immediately dove into the throng of child and puppy at your feet. 

turning to frank with an apologetic face, you ask the question. ‘in case you hadn’t heard, nora wants to have a playdate at your house today.’ 

you’re half expecting him to say no, come up with some excuse about how there’s no space or he’s hardly unpacked but instead he brightens. 

‘oh sure! they’d love that. here…’ he fumbles around in his jean pocket to pull out his phone and you notice the friendship bracelets adorning his wrist, a children’s creation that makes your heart swell. ‘i’ll give you my number in case anything happens.’

you smile slightly, it’s the most considerate a dad has ever been around here. ‘great, thanks.’ you say as you type his digits into your phone. ‘does 6 sound good? i’ll give her dinner at home.’ 

‘6 is perfect.’ frank replies with a warm smile, and once again his gaze is lingering just a beat too long. 

you blink and look away first, ‘okay, nora. come say bye to your mom!’ you call. 

‘bye!’ she squeals into your legs, little arms wrapped around them in a hug. 

‘bye, honey. have fun.’ you whisper into her hair, pressing a kiss to her scalp before handing her her backpack. 

‘be good!’ comes your final cry as she tears off with penny and tanner towards frank’s car. 

as you trudged back to your own beat up sedan, you couldn’t help but stare at his contact open on your phone. even as you drove home, blasting music, you found yourself wishing that he’d call or even text. not that you wanted anything bad to happen to nora, far from it, you just wanted to hear his smooth voice again, read his words. 

this was wrong, you thought as the key turned in the lock and you came home to an empty house. you weren’t exactly abby’s friend but you were friendly, she was friendly and everyone knew what went down over the last couple of years between her and frank. 

and yet, you hadn’t been with someone since you’d given birth to nora, no time to balance a job, a kid and a man. nor did you have time for hookups either, lost track of how long it had been since you’d even had sex. 

you were just pent up, you concluded, you saw an attractive man out in the wild and didn’t know how to act. there was no way you could possibly be interested in your friend’s freshly ex husband. 

sitting down to watch tv to pass the endless hours, every channel was showing some sort of romance. whether it was cheesy romantic comedies or cringe reality dating shows, it didn’t matter. you were being haunted by your own conflicting feelings.

5:30 couldn’t come fast enough and you practically jumped in the car, surprised you didn’t get a speeding ticket as you pulled up outside frank’s address, your heart had skipped a beat when he’d texted it to you hours earlier. 

although you’d convinced yourself you couldn’t possibly be attracted to him, you did reapply your lipstick and check your mascara before getting out of the car. the house was modest, small in a series of ramshackle houses on a street just outside pittsburgh. he clearly wasn’t short of money, so the divorce must not have come as a surprise. 

even as you stood on his creaky wooden porch, you could hear the cacophony of chaos from behind the door. as you knocked, you heard shrill barking and the door opened just as golden fur dove at you only to be grabbed by the scruff of it’s neck and yanked back. 

‘sorry, sorry.’ frank mutters quickly as he shooed the poor creature away, ‘like i said, still a lot of training to go.’ 

you blink, bewildered. ‘no it’s fine, really.’ you smile politely, suddenly at a loss for words just from the sight of him. 

‘it’s um- nora!’ he shouts upstairs, ‘your mom’s here!’

there’s the sound of giggles and definitely no footsteps on the stairs. 

frank pulls a face and runs his fingers through his hair, ‘they might be a while, do you want to come in?’ he gestures behind him. 

before you can even think, you’re stepping past the threshold. 

‘sure, thanks.’ you smile. 

the interior is a mess, the furniture is simple, recent store items but it’s all draped in piles of laundry and children’s toys. everything has puppy height bites in it and you can barely see the living room rug, filled with torn up teddies. 

‘i apologise for the mess, my job doesn’t give me a whole lot of time for housekeeping.’ he shrugs, it’s an excuse but a genuine one. even so, nora didn’t make half as much mess as this. 

‘i understand, you’re a doctor right?’ comes your warm reply. 

he brightens, corner of his lips quirking up. ‘yeah. emergency medicine.’ 

‘brave.’ you say wryly. 

‘you said it not me.’ he joked as he opened the fridge door. ‘drink?’ 

you slide onto the dining table bench, flicking a transformers toy aside and adjust your outfit, which you admit was not your typical picking up your daughter get up but you couldn’t help yourself. 

‘well if you’re-’ you regret the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. 

his expressions hardens slightly, but it’s not directed at you, rather the portrayal of a million guilty memories. 

his response is blunt, ‘i don’t.’ 

‘right- of course-’ you say quickly, swallowing down your embarrassment. ‘me neither.’ 

frank doesn’t say any more and you don’t want to push so you’re now stuck in this agonising silence, sipping respective glasses of water. 

‘so-’ you both start at the same time, before he laughs and shakes his head. 

‘you go.’ he nods, earnest. 

you press your lips together, ‘it’s a nice house.’ you sidestep, not wanting to say what was actually on your mind when he was being so hospitable.

frank looked around, as if seeing it himself for the first time. ‘yeah… my parents helped me out a bit.’ 

‘that’s good.’ you reply, awkward and a little too fast and he eyes you slightly. 

with a sly smirk, he puts you on the spot. ‘why? what’s your house like then?’ 

almost choking on your water, ‘it’s not that much different if you must know. just a lot…’ your eyes twinkle with mischief as you add the last word, ‘cleaner.’ 

the laugh erupts from frank, a broad smile stretching across his face as he watches you with mock surprise. 

‘oh yeah? well i suppose you’ve got half the kids and…’ he tilts his head to the side, ‘what do you do? for work i mean.’ 

‘right. i’m a consultant, it’s boring, trust me.’ you shrug. 

‘so half the kids and half the hours then.’ frank jokes and you feel your cheeks grow hot. 

‘alright, alright.’ you shake your head, staring down into your glass. 

‘hey.’ he murmured quietly, ‘i was joking.’ 

‘i know.’ you retort but as you look up, you can see the way his piercing eyes had softened. 

his gaze was lingering again, that beat too long that made your breath quicken. you didn’t want to look away until your phone screen lit up and it jolted you out of the moment. 

‘shit is that the time already? it’s almost…’ 

frank was already standing, opening the fridge. ‘dinnertime?’ 

you move to follow immediately, ‘you don’t have to. i can take her home and feed her, honestly.’ 

he didn’t miss a beat, ‘stay. i want you to.’ 

his tone was gentle but authoritative, the words simple but they struck a chord anyway, your heart swelling as you leaned against the kitchen counter. 

‘god i can’t see why abby divorced you.’ you mutter under your breath, your tone is joking but his head snaps up regardless, he heard you. 

frank freezes, and you can see his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he processes what you just said. you can’t apologise, it’s too late, the words hanging in the air 

‘i messed up, bad.’ comes his stoic reply, though his voice was wavering. ‘i worked really hard to atone for what i did, but it wasn’t enough for her.’ 

‘i know i-’ you cut in, swallowing. 

he shakes his head, ‘and that’s okay. i’m just grateful she lets me see my kids.’ 

you sigh, following his sorrowful gaze upstairs, ‘frank i-’ 

he turns to look at you then, eyes hard but again, he’s not mad at you but rather himself. ‘i let a lot of people down, abby included and i’m not asking for forgiveness from anyone, i just want to prove that i can get better, be better.’ 

it was the most honest thing you’d heard about the whole situation and it made your heart ache. you couldn’t hate abby for how she felt, far from it but there was something in frank’s expression that meant you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him too, whether he wanted it or not. 

‘do you want a hug?’ comes your quiet sympathy. 

he doesn’t say anything so you step closer, arms enveloping him warmly. frank is broad, not outwardly muscular with bulging arms but his chest is rock solid, sinewy arms working their way around your waist. the hug stretches from seconds into minutes, neither of you want to pull away and his chin starts to rest atop your head. 

eventually, you step apart but his arms move to slide on top of yours, each of your hands gripping the others elbows. frank licks his lips and you think it’s going to happen, that he’ll lean in and- 

‘can you get the plates out of the cupboard, please? on the left above the microwave.’ he whispers, tone almost too casual and you nod, pulling away. 

you don’t notice how he watches you, ass bending over slightly to reach up and grab a stack of porcelain. 

as you start to lay the table, frank calls. ‘don’t worry about that, the kids can eat outside, it’s nice out. penny and tanner are always begging me to let them.’ 

your brow furrows, ‘you sure?’ 

he’s already piling fries on each plate, ‘yeah, i’m sure.’ 

doing your best to suppress your smile, you nod in agreement.

‘kids!’ frank bellows, ‘dinner!’ 

they all come barrelling down the stairs, crowding the kitchen like feral creatures, the puppy attempting to climb the counters to get to the chicken nuggets. 

‘come on, go eat outside please.’ he shooed them away. 

penny and tanner’s faces lit up before scrambling to open the backdoor and tumble into the fenced in grass, puppy running laps. nora hung back, holding her plate but looking at you expectantly. 

‘go on, honey. it’s okay, frank and i are having dinner too.’ comes your gentle confirmation and she brightens once more. 

‘sweet!’ she cheers before dashing out after them and plopping herself down with her plate. 

‘now…’ frank slides the door shut and the kitchen falls quiet again, a soft domestic quiet that you could certainly get used to. ‘where were we?’ 

you don’t miss the flirty undertones in his words, so your reply is equally salacious, ‘i believe we were about to have dinner… together.’ 

he smirks and sits down opposite you, fork stabbing a forlorn fry. ‘so, what’s your story?’ 

you tilt your head to the side, ‘oh i don’t have one.’ comes your quick, polite response. 

‘sure you don’t.’ frank retorts, staring at you so intently that you can’t avert your gaze. 

shrugging, you exhale. ‘i picked the wrong guy to be the father of my child.’ 

frank doesn’t push, but he doesn’t say anything either, just continuing to study you. 

‘he didn’t- he wasn’t… abusive like that.’ you shake your head quickly, focusing on cutting a chicken nugget into tinier and tinier bites. ‘he wasn’t ready, even though he told me it was what he wanted.’ 

‘so he ran? took off?’ frank prompted, though his words were barely audible. 

your neck snapped up then, ‘oh yeah, he was long gone before she was even born. ran off with the girl he’d been cheating on me with for the last nine months.’ your tone is wry, joking even but there’s an undercurrent of hurt that still lingers. 

he deflated slightly but his hand enclosed your own across the table.

‘i’m sorry.’ was all frank said but something inside you split open. 

‘it’s fine, he doesn’t deserve to know her anyway.’ you suck your teeth, gazing out the window at nora laughing with penny and tanner, that laugh where she snorts so loud it only makes her laugh harder and your eyes fill with tears all of a sudden. ‘although… sometimes i wonder if she knows what she doesn’t have, whether she misses having a father despite everything. i do my best to provide for her but- it’ll never be the same.’ 

he falls quiet, watching you watching her for what feels like an eternity. the tears are flowing now, irregular and small but there, so when frank finally does speak, the first thing he does is wipe a wobbling tear from your cheek with a calloused thumb. 

‘the fact that you think that tells me you’re better than two parents combined.’ he whispers sincerely, brow furrowing as he looks you over gently. 

‘you mean that?’ you whimper, it’s almost childish how your bottom lip starts to wobble. 

he seemed amused by that, ‘wouldn’t say it if i didn’t.’ 

swallowing down your tears, your answer is soft, broken. ‘thank you.’ 

maybe it was your heightened emotional state, or the childhood food in front of you both, but you found yourself leaning in. frank didn’t pull away and when your lips finally met, all your heartfelt confessions faded into the background. it was hard to get closer with the table in the way, but it didn’t matter, the kisses were rapid, barely time to breathe between lips crashing into each other. 

when you do break away, you giggle in embarrassment as frank’s whole face reddens, right to the tips of his ears. 

‘i’m sorry.’ frank grins as he repeats those two words, meaning so different from just a few moments ago. 

‘no you’re not.’ you retort with narrowed eyes and a chuckle. 

‘no i’m not.’ he concedes, grin only widening. 

his hand is still in yours, and now he turns it, so your palm is facing upwards. your fingers interlock with his own and you both just watch it, the connection forming between you. 

‘it’s been so long since i-’ you start, wide eyes finding his sure ones. 

‘i don’t care.’ frank shrugs, tone breathy and light. 

you press your lips together and slide out of your chair. ‘fuck it.’ 

frank follows you as you open the backdoor, curiosity written all over his expression. 

‘nora!’ you shout across the yard and her head swivels, ‘do you want to sleep over?’ 

she jumps up immediately, ‘yes please!’ 

none of the kids notice frank’s muscular arm snaking around your waist but you do. the unfamiliar warmth of his chest pressed against your back and his chin fitting perfectly into the crook of your shoulder. 

so?’ you whisper in his ear with raised eyebrows. 

frank shut the backdoor with ease, one handed so he didn’t have to be separated from you.  

sprinting up the stairs like children, you didn’t even make it to his bed before he was all over you. pressed up against the door, frank’s kisses were passionate and fast, hands roaming all over you. your hands slid down to his ass, resting there and your tongue prodded his bottom lip, encouraging him to go slow and savour this as his tongue slid over yours. 

as the kisses grow longer, stretching into minutes since you’d come up for air, your hands snake round from his ass to the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down and feeling the bulge hiding behind, spring forward. 

frank groans into your mouth, before pulling away to break for breathless panting. 

‘fuck.’ his face screws up as he tries to calm his body that’s thrumming with desire. 

without warning, he grips your hips and turns you around so your stomach is pressed against the door, back arched and he laughs deliciously. 

‘please… oh god.’ you whimper, grateful you wore your shortest and tightest skirt for the occasion. 

frank wastes no time in pulling it down over your ass till it falls to your ankles. you can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and denim kicked across the floor. he plants his hands on either side of your head against the door frame and torturously starts to rub his clothed bulge against your clothed pussy. 

‘frank…’ you plead shakily, already aching with need. 

‘yeah? you want this?’ he growls, right in your ear and your whole body shivers. 

‘so bad. so- so bad.’ you reply with a sharp moan as he presses right against you. 

his fingers dip into your panty line, and the skin there comes up in goosebumps instantaneously, just from the briefest of touches. he slowly pulls them down to reveal your hungry pussy. 

‘holy…’ he breathes, running his finger along one of your folds teasingly, making you clench. 

‘frank!’ you gasp, as cold breeze hits your hole. 

‘okay… okay…’ he mutters, pulling down his own underwear. 

you feel his throbbing erection brush up against your cunt, but he doesn’t enter, not yet. the teasing is killing you and it’s hardly been that long. 

a large hand taps your inner thigh, ‘further apart, come on.’ 

you comply immediately, shuffling your legs out as far as they can go without you toppling over and that’s when his sensitive tip breaches you. 

it’s slow at first, barely inside before he’s pulling it out again, only to re-enter with an extra inch. your breath catches in your throat as he continues this game of in, out, in, out. 

‘for fuck’s sake!’ you groan, forehead slamming against the word. 

‘easy, i don’t want to hurt you.’ he mutters, kissing at your neck. 

‘i’ve pushed a whole child out of there, just fuck me already.’ you whine and frank’s startled by your forwardness. 

happy to oblige, he starts slamming into you like a mad man, balls slapping against your ass. frank’s hands are digging into your hips like he’s kneading dough, and you relish the thought of the bruises there in the morning. 

‘oh yes- yes- god-’ you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

‘we gotta be- ngh.. quiet.’ frank grunts as his dick slides in and out of your soaked hole. 

you can barely hear him over the sloppy sounds your pussy is making, it’s obscene the way the spongy walls grip every vein of his girth, even when the tip brushes that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. 

‘fuck- please- please!’ you gasp and cry, trying to grind into his dick but you're sandwiched between him and the door so it’s near impossible to move, apart from your shaking legs. 

‘i said-’ frank panted, ‘quiet.’ 

as he speaks, his fingers slide into your open mouth and you almost finish on the spot. the combination of his digits inside your drooling mouth, pressing against your teeth and tongue and his cock plunging in and out of your pussy is too much, too overwhelming in the best way. 

‘ugh- close-’ you garble and frank doesn’t even pause, increasing his pace. 

your orgasm comes just seconds later, crashing over you like a tidal wave. everything is blurry, except his hand in your face and his length buried somewhere deep in your cunt. you’re certain your juices are soaking the carpeted floor, spraying out and lining his dick like a sheath. garbled moans and sordid cries, it’s just as you’re coming down from your high that frank reaches his pinnacle. 

perhaps it was the sight of you, shaking and writhing that made his load squirt directly into your pussy, or perhaps it was the feeling of you drooling over his fingers and coating his dick in your cum. regardless, frank was now shuddering just as intensely as you, forced to lean his whole body weight on you just so he could stay upright. his moans are filthy, whispered directly into your ear along with broken variations of your name. 

eventually, frank removes his cock from inside you and it falls flaccid between his legs. swallowing, you right yourself and dust yourself off, licking your lips. 

‘go pee.’ he urges, pushing his floppy brown hair out of his face in a way that is utterly endearing. ‘i’ll give you one of my shirts to sleep in. 

he stayed true to his word. even though you contemplated what on earth you were doing as you sat on the toilet, the moment you slipped on his shirt, everything felt right. sliding into the warmed sheets beside him, frank’s arm fell over yours and you dozed off almost immediately, feeling a sense of safety you hadn’t realised you’d missed with all those years alone in bed. 

the next morning, nora’s too sleep deprived to realise you stayed over too, and penny and tanner are also too exhausted to notice their dad looks a lot more chipper this morning, not scolding the puppy as much, rather sneaking a lot more glances at you as you sip coffee in his shirt. 

you could bathe in the domesticity of it all, the kids amicably chatting mixed with puppy chowing down on food as background noise to you and frank washing up together, talking about everything and nothing and kissing between each dried dish. 

nora falls asleep on the drive home almost immediately, so she doesn’t clock you’re in the same clothes as last night. your phone pings with a text message from frank and for the first time in an age, you feel more than satisfied, you feel complete.

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˙⋆✮ attitude

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot exposes the secret relationship he's been having with his resident for quite some time (but for a good reason).

°⋆ tags: no use of y/n, irrelevant age gap (reader is 20s and jack is around 50), im terrified of writing medical inaccuracy so the case is a psychiatric one, very brief mention of suicidal ideation/self harm (in the patient), reader is an r4, robby is an asshole, jack saves the day!

°⋆ wc: 1.1k

°⋆ note: this idea has been needling me for ages and ages, finally got out to writing it! also experimented with writing second person instead of third... if you like it please like/reblog/comment to boost it <3 enjoy!!

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Robby's voice stops you dead in your tracks as you're exiting the patient's room. It's been a long, hard shift, with multiple traumas, and to top it all off, you were assigned a psych patient to distract. Thank you, Dana.

"I was going to get my next patient, Robby, but I have a feeling that's not going to happen." You answer, turning around to face him. Sure enough, he's got that look on his face - livid for some reason, even though the two of you had just had a fairly basic interaction in a patient's room.

It was a tricky case, sure. 25 year old female brought in by paramedics, called because her neighbour had seen her wandering the street crying. Kiara asked you to join her on the case, and every time Kiara asked for you, you joined. Psychiatry was still a possibility, after all. After getting the poor woman to talk, she'd told the two of you about how much she was struggling at home. It wasn't hard to spot the faint lines on her arms and thighs as soon as she'd changed into her patient gown, and she didn't have trouble opening up either. It seemed all she needed was someone to talk to about her feelings, and it was a relatively slow shift, so you'd had all the time in the world.

Or so you'd thought.

Robby, as always, had a problem with that. He'd barged into the room in the middle of the consultation, into the patient crying into her hands, and decided it was the perfect time to yell at you for spending too much time in this room and not enough time clearing triage. He hadn't noticed the girl until it was too late, of course, but the damage was done. She retreated and wouldn't talk to you or Kiara.

"You should've been doing that already. I shouldn't have had to come and tell you to," He shakes his head, hands linking behind his head. "We don't have the time to sit with patients and listen to their sob stories. That's what we have the psychiatrists for."

"I was helping Kiara because the patient felt safe with me after her intake. Are you sure you don't have anything to say to me, Robby?" You raise your eyebrows, not afraid to step up closer to him. You're a fourth year resident now, after all, and you're confident in your abilities. And sometimes Robby needs to be knocked down a few pegs.

"What could I possibly have to say to you?" He asks, matching your energy. Should've seen it coming.

"I don't know, try sorry? Not only did you humiliate me in front of the patient, and in front of Kiara, but now that poor woman doesn't want to talk to us anymore. It could take days to get her comfortable again." Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your head to the side, as if goading him. He takes the bait, to your dismay.

"That's not a medical issue. Your only job with that patient was to clear her medically and then move on. There's too much traffic in here to linger on patients for that long." He hangs his head, adjusting his stethoscope. It must've been a long shift for him too. Too bad.

"Look around! I haven't had a new patient in an hour, and my shift is over in-" You check your watch, "15 minutes. Give me a fucking break, Robinavitch."

"I'm getting really sick of your attitude, you know. You may be a senior resident, but I'm still your attending, and you need to watch it."

"My attitude? I'm calling out your insensitive behaviour in front of patients and my attitude is a problem?" This is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"Yes, your attitude. It drives me fucking crazy- matter of fact, I think it drives everyone crazy. You're gonna need to adjust it, because nobody's ever going to want to deal with it, and you're going to be stuck pulling double shifts for the rest of your li-"

"What's this about her attitude?" All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind, and the smell of a pleasantly familiar cologne envelops your senses. Jack Abbot has arrived to save the day. "I've been trying to give her an adjustment, but she's just too stubborn."

Robby stammers for a moment, looking between you and Jack. You, and Jack. You, and Jack. It's then that it hits you that nobody knows about your relationship, and the entire ED is staring in your direction. At least you're not getting yelled at anymore.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, brother?" He grins, turning his head to kiss your cheek, stubble scratching. "You know what, I'll get back to you. Just gonna say goodbye to my girl before handoffs and then we'll talk."

The tone is authoritative, which tells you that Jack heard a lot of that public shaming fest, and Robby is going to get an earful about it later. But Jack is very much a discipline in private type of guy, so you know he won't be nearly as embarrassed as you feel right now.

Before you know it, Jack is pulling you into the (thankfully empty) break room and closing the door behind you both. Arms wrap around you and all of a sudden your head is pressed into his chest, one of his hands cradling it there.

"Wanna tell me why Robby was yelling at you in front of the entire staff?" He murmurs, voice low and rumbly in the way that always makes a shiver go down your spine.

"I didn't have any patients except for this girl who was brought in by an ambulance, in a really bad place mentally, needed someone to talk to. So I stayed with her for a while, but Robby had a problem, and yelled at me in front of her. Now she won’t talk, and Robby refused to admit he was wrong.” It all comes tumbling out at once, your mouth clamping shut as soon as its over.

“As usual.” He grunts, pulling back to look at you. His large hands come up to cradle your face between his palms, and warmth spreads through your body immediately. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks, Jackie.” You coo, leaning up to kiss his cheek now. “I have the day off tomorrow so I’ll sleep in with you and then we can do something fun before your shift.”

“Funny, because I took tomorrow night off as well. Looks like we’ll have a whole day to ourselves, little miss.” He pinches your cheek, and you laugh.

“Couldn’t think of anything better right now.” You sigh, melting into his arms.

“Not even Robby’s head on a stick?” He quirks a brow, head tilting to the side.

“Oh, close second.”

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i dont have a taglist yet but if you want to be tagged for jack abbot content let me know! js tagging some mooties for now to get this going @pittsick @pyronations @peachyparkerr @gilmrres @pedaltothepetal

[dumbbandpoetic]

˙⋆✮ attitude

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot exposes the secret relationship he's been having with his resident for quite some time (but for a good reason).

°⋆ tags: no use of y/n, irrelevant age gap (reader is 20s and jack is around 50), im terrified of writing medical inaccuracy so the case is a psychiatric one, very brief mention of suicidal ideation/self harm (in the patient), reader is an r4, robby is an asshole, jack saves the day!

°⋆ wc: 1.1k

°⋆ note: this idea has been needling me for ages and ages, finally got out to writing it! also experimented with writing second person instead of third... if you like it please like/reblog/comment to boost it <3 enjoy!!

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Robby's voice stops you dead in your tracks as you're exiting the patient's room. It's been a long, hard shift, with multiple traumas, and to top it all off, you were assigned a psych patient to distract. Thank you, Dana.

"I was going to get my next patient, Robby, but I have a feeling that's not going to happen." You answer, turning around to face him. Sure enough, he's got that look on his face - livid for some reason, even though the two of you had just had a fairly basic interaction in a patient's room.

It was a tricky case, sure. 25 year old female brought in by paramedics, called because her neighbour had seen her wandering the street crying. Kiara asked you to join her on the case, and every time Kiara asked for you, you joined. Psychiatry was still a possibility, after all. After getting the poor woman to talk, she'd told the two of you about how much she was struggling at home. It wasn't hard to spot the faint lines on her arms and thighs as soon as she'd changed into her patient gown, and she didn't have trouble opening up either. It seemed all she needed was someone to talk to about her feelings, and it was a relatively slow shift, so you'd had all the time in the world.

Or so you'd thought.

Robby, as always, had a problem with that. He'd barged into the room in the middle of the consultation, into the patient crying into her hands, and decided it was the perfect time to yell at you for spending too much time in this room and not enough time clearing triage. He hadn't noticed the girl until it was too late, of course, but the damage was done. She retreated and wouldn't talk to you or Kiara.

"You should've been doing that already. I shouldn't have had to come and tell you to," He shakes his head, hands linking behind his head. "We don't have the time to sit with patients and listen to their sob stories. That's what we have the psychiatrists for."

"I was helping Kiara because the patient felt safe with me after her intake. Are you sure you don't have anything to say to me, Robby?" You raise your eyebrows, not afraid to step up closer to him. You're a fourth year resident now, after all, and you're confident in your abilities. And sometimes Robby needs to be knocked down a few pegs.

"What could I possibly have to say to you?" He asks, matching your energy. Should've seen it coming.

"I don't know, try sorry? Not only did you humiliate me in front of the patient, and in front of Kiara, but now that poor woman doesn't want to talk to us anymore. It could take days to get her comfortable again." Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your head to the side, as if goading him. He takes the bait, to your dismay.

"That's not a medical issue. Your only job with that patient was to clear her medically and then move on. There's too much traffic in here to linger on patients for that long." He hangs his head, adjusting his stethoscope. It must've been a long shift for him too. Too bad.

"Look around! I haven't had a new patient in an hour, and my shift is over in-" You check your watch, "15 minutes. Give me a fucking break, Robinavitch."

"I'm getting really sick of your attitude, you know. You may be a senior resident, but I'm still your attending, and you need to watch it."

"My attitude? I'm calling out your insensitive behaviour in front of patients and my attitude is a problem?" This is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"Yes, your attitude. It drives me fucking crazy- matter of fact, I think it drives everyone crazy. You're gonna need to adjust it, because nobody's ever going to want to deal with it, and you're going to be stuck pulling double shifts for the rest of your li-"

"What's this about her attitude?" All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind, and the smell of a pleasantly familiar cologne envelops your senses. Jack Abbot has arrived to save the day. "I've been trying to give her an adjustment, but she's just too stubborn."

Robby stammers for a moment, looking between you and Jack. You, and Jack. You, and Jack. It's then that it hits you that nobody knows about your relationship, and the entire ED is staring in your direction. At least you're not getting yelled at anymore.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, brother?" He grins, turning his head to kiss your cheek, stubble scratching. "You know what, I'll get back to you. Just gonna say goodbye to my girl before handoffs and then we'll talk."

The tone is authoritative, which tells you that Jack heard a lot of that public shaming fest, and Robby is going to get an earful about it later. But Jack is very much a discipline in private type of guy, so you know he won't be nearly as embarrassed as you feel right now.

Before you know it, Jack is pulling you into the (thankfully empty) break room and closing the door behind you both. Arms wrap around you and all of a sudden your head is pressed into his chest, one of his hands cradling it there.

"Wanna tell me why Robby was yelling at you in front of the entire staff?" He murmurs, voice low and rumbly in the way that always makes a shiver go down your spine.

"I didn't have any patients except for this girl who was brought in by an ambulance, in a really bad place mentally, needed someone to talk to. So I stayed with her for a while, but Robby had a problem, and yelled at me in front of her. Now she won’t talk, and Robby refused to admit he was wrong.” It all comes tumbling out at once, your mouth clamping shut as soon as its over.

“As usual.” He grunts, pulling back to look at you. His large hands come up to cradle your face between his palms, and warmth spreads through your body immediately. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks, Jackie.” You coo, leaning up to kiss his cheek now. “I have the day off tomorrow so I’ll sleep in with you and then we can do something fun before your shift.”

“Funny, because I took tomorrow night off as well. Looks like we’ll have a whole day to ourselves, little miss.” He pinches your cheek, and you laugh.

“Couldn’t think of anything better right now.” You sigh, melting into his arms.

“Not even Robby’s head on a stick?” He quirks a brow, head tilting to the side.

“Oh, close second.”

credits to pixopix for the dividers!

i dont have a taglist yet but if you want to be tagged for jack abbot content let me know! js tagging some mooties for now to get this going @pittsick @pyronations @peachyparkerr @gilmrres @pedaltothepetal

[dumbbandpoetic]

˙⋆✮ happy fourth!

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot uses his famous fourth of july barbecue to introduce his new girlfriend to the pitt crew.

°⋆ warnings: no use of y/n, big age gap (reader is early 20s and jack is around 50), reader is ditzy, slight ddlg vibes but not explicitly, abbot robby and shen are all perverts, allusions to smut at the end with a fade to black (sorry!)

°⋆ wc:

°⋆ note: if you enjoyed this please make sure to like, reblog, and maybe even comment so i know you liked it!! it would really help me out so thank youuu <3 enjoy! (also i am not american guys but i'll take any excuse to write jack like this)

Every year, Jack holds the best fourth of July barbecue imaginable. It's the social event of the year for the Pitt crew, topping Robby's Christmas potluck and Dana's little Valentine's events she organised in the hospital every year. But this year, it'd be better than all the past years combined.

Because this year, Jack had a pretty young thing practically velcroed to his side, helping him organise everything. Naturally, this changed the nature of the party a little bit. Where he'd usually gone for a classy feel, this year there were sparklers on every corner, large bowls of candy, and his girl was there in the tiniest gingham bikini he'd ever seen.

God Bless America.

He hasn't technically introduced her to anyone yet, and she's been buzzing all day, excited to meet his work friends. Which is exactly what he's afraid of.

"Jackie!"

He hears her cooing to him from outside, which he simply can't resist. He's only a man, after all. He crosses the house in a few steps to see her already in the pool, braids wet and matted down onto her skin, bikini clinging to her skin for dear life.

"Jackie, when are your friends getting here?" She paddles up to the side of the pool, looking up at him with her big, wide eyes.

"Soon, honey. I told them to be here at 4:00, it's 3:55." He goes to the side to meet her, crouching down, mindful of his prosthetic.

"Then we have a little time." She jumps up to give him a big, wet kiss, arms wrapping tight around his neck. Her force would've tugged him into the pool, had he not anticipated it and braced himself on the edge.

"Careful, baby. Remember what I said about all that energy?" He murmurs, very reluctantly pulling back from the kiss. He was a strong man. He'd served in the military. But denying her was so difficult to him.

"Yes, Jackie. You said to keep it in so that I don't scare your friends, who are old and boring." She sighs, lifting herself out of the pool and shaking out like a wet dog, letting some water droplets land over his nice button up shirt. He doesn't comment.

"Not all of them are old. I'm hoping you can make friends with some of the residents." He groans as he stands up, making a mental note to swap out for his waterproof leg later on, so he could swim with her when she would inevitably beg him to. She stands up beside him, bouncing from foot to foot.

It's then that he hears it.

"Brother, I've been ringing the fucking doorbell for 5 minutes, are you going dea- woah."

Robby. Robby who probably expected Jack's new girlfriend to be at least 10 years older than she actually is, if not more. Robby, who was now staring at his girlfriend's chest as she ran up to introduce herself.

"This is Robby, baby. Go get yourself a towel." He pats her on the butt as she runs past him into the house for the towel she'd bought especially for this party, with the American flag on it.

Robby, beside him, was staring at him like Jack had just told her to go fetch.

"Is that your long lost daughter?" The snark is accompanied with a raise of eyebrows, and Jack sighs exasperatedly. "Because that was pretty inappropriate."

"Shut up, Robby."

He endures lots more comments like that during the night, mostly from Dana, Ellis, and Shen. Everyone else is too scared to comment. Just as he'd hoped, his girl is across the party playing mermaids with Javadi, Mel, and even a reluctant Santos. This spares Jack from having to play.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, old man?" Dana stands next to the barbecue with a cigarette in her hand, watching him flip the patties. It's autopilot for him after doing these parties for so many years. Probably as long as his girlfriend has been alive.

"What are you talking about, grandma?" He shoots her a sideways grin, tilting his head to the side.

"You know what I mean. She's very... energetic." She shrugs, watching the game happening in the pool. "Very much not your thing."

"She's very much my thing." He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at Dana.

"You sure it's not just a midlife crisis?" She raises an eyebrow, turning to look at him curiously.

"I'm not even close to my midlife, Evans, this is my prime." He grins, and she sighs like she's finished with this conversation. There is no helping him. You can't help a man who's exactly where he wants to be.

It's quieter once everyone's eaten, and everyone's gotten used to the idea of Jack having such a young girlfriend. He's watched her go from mermaids, to having a spirited conversation about different kinds of crystals and their meanings with Mohan, to even holding her own in a race with Robby and Shen, although he's pretty sure they lagged behind on purpose to watch her ass jiggle in her bikini bottoms.

Needless to say, there was a conversation had about appropriate behaviour with her. And there had also been an outfit change when she was done swimming.

But perhaps Jack was the biggest hypocrite of them all, because now he had her between his legs, drawing on his thighs with skin marker. She'd begged him to buy them, promising she'd only do it on herself, but there was only so much surface area on her leg, and after a time, she'd moved on to him.

So now she was drawing red, white, and blue fireworks and swirls on his thighs, head resting on his knee. Her mouth was parted, almost drooling on him comfortably. Everyone has migrated elsewhere, so they're pretty secluded where they are.

"Jackie, I think your friends like me." She glances up at him, tone still hushed. He smiles, and his hand comes down to stroke her hair softly as she lays on him.

"I think so too, ladybug. Everyone's getting along really well with you." He nods slowly, thumbing at her cheek. She bristles happily and leans into his hand, encouraging him to continue. "But that's because you're easy to get along with, beautiful."

She stays between his legs for the fireworks, but she's taking pictures and giggling happily when the colours streak the sky, shaking him. She even gets up and runs around the lawn with her arms up in the air, and he's grateful she's swapped her bikini for shorts and a baby tee. She finds her way back home once the show is over, curling up in his lap, and thats that.

When people start leaving, they have to come to him, because he is no longer going anywhere, very content as he is. She shakes everybody's hand like its a business meeting, which Jack thinks is adorable, exchanges Instagram handles with Javadi and phone numbers with Mel (who wants to come over again to see her hair clip collection). And everything seems to have gone well.

Once the last person, Robby, leaves, Jack finds himself alone, with his girl in his lap.

"You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you." He smiles, holding her face in his hands. She burrows into the touch, resting herself and relaxing into his palms. The tone changes when he starts thumbing at her lower lip, and she parts her lips to take his thumb into her mouth. He sucks in a breath, and his smile widens. There's his girl.

She pulls off after a minute, pursing her lips. "I bought a new underwear set, Jackie."

"With my money?" He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, because he'll be upset if she used her own money for it. She nods, and he does too. "Let me see."

She clambours off his lap, which he mourns momentarily, until she unzips her jean shorts to show him a white fabric, topped with black lace, and red stitching saying 'America's Sweetheart'.

"Fuck, come here, baby." She giggles and climbs onto his lap on his request, pressing her lips to his in her typical excited and feverish kiss.

Yeah. God fucking bless America.

credits to feldiesgraphics for the dividers

tagging some moots: @pittsick @pedaltothepetal @gilmrres @pyronations (let me know if you'd like to be tagged for new jack abbot content!)

[dumbbandpoetic]

˙⋆✮ happy fourth!

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot uses his famous fourth of july barbecue to introduce his new girlfriend to the pitt crew.

°⋆ warnings: no use of y/n, big age gap (reader is early 20s and jack is around 50), reader is ditzy, slight ddlg vibes but not explicitly, abbot robby and shen are all perverts, allusions to smut at the end with a fade to black (sorry!)

°⋆ wc:

°⋆ note: if you enjoyed this please make sure to like, reblog, and maybe even comment so i know you liked it!! it would really help me out so thank youuu <3 enjoy! (also i am not american guys but i'll take any excuse to write jack like this)

Every year, Jack holds the best fourth of July barbecue imaginable. It's the social event of the year for the Pitt crew, topping Robby's Christmas potluck and Dana's little Valentine's events she organised in the hospital every year. But this year, it'd be better than all the past years combined.

Because this year, Jack had a pretty young thing practically velcroed to his side, helping him organise everything. Naturally, this changed the nature of the party a little bit. Where he'd usually gone for a classy feel, this year there were sparklers on every corner, large bowls of candy, and his girl was there in the tiniest gingham bikini he'd ever seen.

God Bless America.

He hasn't technically introduced her to anyone yet, and she's been buzzing all day, excited to meet his work friends. Which is exactly what he's afraid of.

"Jackie!"

He hears her cooing to him from outside, which he simply can't resist. He's only a man, after all. He crosses the house in a few steps to see her already in the pool, braids wet and matted down onto her skin, bikini clinging to her skin for dear life.

"Jackie, when are your friends getting here?" She paddles up to the side of the pool, looking up at him with her big, wide eyes.

"Soon, honey. I told them to be here at 4:00, it's 3:55." He goes to the side to meet her, crouching down, mindful of his prosthetic.

"Then we have a little time." She jumps up to give him a big, wet kiss, arms wrapping tight around his neck. Her force would've tugged him into the pool, had he not anticipated it and braced himself on the edge.

"Careful, baby. Remember what I said about all that energy?" He murmurs, very reluctantly pulling back from the kiss. He was a strong man. He'd served in the military. But denying her was so difficult to him.

"Yes, Jackie. You said to keep it in so that I don't scare your friends, who are old and boring." She sighs, lifting herself out of the pool and shaking out like a wet dog, letting some water droplets land over his nice button up shirt. He doesn't comment.

"Not all of them are old. I'm hoping you can make friends with some of the residents." He groans as he stands up, making a mental note to swap out for his waterproof leg later on, so he could swim with her when she would inevitably beg him to. She stands up beside him, bouncing from foot to foot.

It's then that he hears it.

"Brother, I've been ringing the fucking doorbell for 5 minutes, are you going dea- woah."

Robby. Robby who probably expected Jack's new girlfriend to be at least 10 years older than she actually is, if not more. Robby, who was now staring at his girlfriend's chest as she ran up to introduce herself.

"This is Robby, baby. Go get yourself a towel." He pats her on the butt as she runs past him into the house for the towel she'd bought especially for this party, with the American flag on it.

Robby, beside him, was staring at him like Jack had just told her to go fetch.

"Is that your long lost daughter?" The snark is accompanied with a raise of eyebrows, and Jack sighs exasperatedly. "Because that was pretty inappropriate."

"Shut up, Robby."

He endures lots more comments like that during the night, mostly from Dana, Ellis, and Shen. Everyone else is too scared to comment. Just as he'd hoped, his girl is across the party playing mermaids with Javadi, Mel, and even a reluctant Santos. This spares Jack from having to play.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, old man?" Dana stands next to the barbecue with a cigarette in her hand, watching him flip the patties. It's autopilot for him after doing these parties for so many years. Probably as long as his girlfriend has been alive.

"What are you talking about, grandma?" He shoots her a sideways grin, tilting his head to the side.

"You know what I mean. She's very... energetic." She shrugs, watching the game happening in the pool. "Very much not your thing."

"She's very much my thing." He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at Dana.

"You sure it's not just a midlife crisis?" She raises an eyebrow, turning to look at him curiously.

"I'm not even close to my midlife, Evans, this is my prime." He grins, and she sighs like she's finished with this conversation. There is no helping him. You can't help a man who's exactly where he wants to be.

It's quieter once everyone's eaten, and everyone's gotten used to the idea of Jack having such a young girlfriend. He's watched her go from mermaids, to having a spirited conversation about different kinds of crystals and their meanings with Mohan, to even holding her own in a race with Robby and Shen, although he's pretty sure they lagged behind on purpose to watch her ass jiggle in her bikini bottoms.

Needless to say, there was a conversation had about appropriate behaviour with her. And there had also been an outfit change when she was done swimming.

But perhaps Jack was the biggest hypocrite of them all, because now he had her between his legs, drawing on his thighs with skin marker. She'd begged him to buy them, promising she'd only do it on herself, but there was only so much surface area on her leg, and after a time, she'd moved on to him.

So now she was drawing red, white, and blue fireworks and swirls on his thighs, head resting on his knee. Her mouth was parted, almost drooling on him comfortably. Everyone has migrated elsewhere, so they're pretty secluded where they are.

"Jackie, I think your friends like me." She glances up at him, tone still hushed. He smiles, and his hand comes down to stroke her hair softly as she lays on him.

"I think so too, ladybug. Everyone's getting along really well with you." He nods slowly, thumbing at her cheek. She bristles happily and leans into his hand, encouraging him to continue. "But that's because you're easy to get along with, beautiful."

She stays between his legs for the fireworks, but she's taking pictures and giggling happily when the colours streak the sky, shaking him. She even gets up and runs around the lawn with her arms up in the air, and he's grateful she's swapped her bikini for shorts and a baby tee. She finds her way back home once the show is over, curling up in his lap, and thats that.

When people start leaving, they have to come to him, because he is no longer going anywhere, very content as he is. She shakes everybody's hand like its a business meeting, which Jack thinks is adorable, exchanges Instagram handles with Javadi and phone numbers with Mel (who wants to come over again to see her hair clip collection). And everything seems to have gone well.

Once the last person, Robby, leaves, Jack finds himself alone, with his girl in his lap.

"You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you." He smiles, holding her face in his hands. She burrows into the touch, resting herself and relaxing into his palms. The tone changes when he starts thumbing at her lower lip, and she parts her lips to take his thumb into her mouth. He sucks in a breath, and his smile widens. There's his girl.

She pulls off after a minute, pursing her lips. "I bought a new underwear set, Jackie."

"With my money?" He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, because he'll be upset if she used her own money for it. She nods, and he does too. "Let me see."

She clambours off his lap, which he mourns momentarily, until she unzips her jean shorts to show him a white fabric, topped with black lace, and red stitching saying 'America's Sweetheart'.

"Fuck, come here, baby." She giggles and climbs onto his lap on his request, pressing her lips to his in her typical excited and feverish kiss.

Yeah. God fucking bless America.

credits to feldiesgraphics for the dividers

tagging some moots: @pittsick @pedaltothepetal @gilmrres @pyronations (let me know if you'd like to be tagged for new jack abbot content!)

[dumbbandpoetic]

˙⋆✮ happy fourth!

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot uses his famous fourth of july barbecue to introduce his new girlfriend to the pitt crew.

°⋆ warnings: no use of y/n, big age gap (reader is early 20s and jack is around 50), reader is ditzy, slight ddlg vibes but not explicitly, abbot robby and shen are all perverts, allusions to smut at the end with a fade to black (sorry!)

°⋆ wc:

°⋆ note: if you enjoyed this please make sure to like, reblog, and maybe even comment so i know you liked it!! it would really help me out so thank youuu <3 enjoy! (also i am not american guys but i'll take any excuse to write jack like this)

Every year, Jack holds the best fourth of July barbecue imaginable. It's the social event of the year for the Pitt crew, topping Robby's Christmas potluck and Dana's little Valentine's events she organised in the hospital every year. But this year, it'd be better than all the past years combined.

Because this year, Jack had a pretty young thing practically velcroed to his side, helping him organise everything. Naturally, this changed the nature of the party a little bit. Where he'd usually gone for a classy feel, this year there were sparklers on every corner, large bowls of candy, and his girl was there in the tiniest gingham bikini he'd ever seen.

God Bless America.

He hasn't technically introduced her to anyone yet, and she's been buzzing all day, excited to meet his work friends. Which is exactly what he's afraid of.

"Jackie!"

He hears her cooing to him from outside, which he simply can't resist. He's only a man, after all. He crosses the house in a few steps to see her already in the pool, braids wet and matted down onto her skin, bikini clinging to her skin for dear life.

"Jackie, when are your friends getting here?" She paddles up to the side of the pool, looking up at him with her big, wide eyes.

"Soon, honey. I told them to be here at 4:00, it's 3:55." He goes to the side to meet her, crouching down, mindful of his prosthetic.

"Then we have a little time." She jumps up to give him a big, wet kiss, arms wrapping tight around his neck. Her force would've tugged him into the pool, had he not anticipated it and braced himself on the edge.

"Careful, baby. Remember what I said about all that energy?" He murmurs, very reluctantly pulling back from the kiss. He was a strong man. He'd served in the military. But denying her was so difficult to him.

"Yes, Jackie. You said to keep it in so that I don't scare your friends, who are old and boring." She sighs, lifting herself out of the pool and shaking out like a wet dog, letting some water droplets land over his nice button up shirt. He doesn't comment.

"Not all of them are old. I'm hoping you can make friends with some of the residents." He groans as he stands up, making a mental note to swap out for his waterproof leg later on, so he could swim with her when she would inevitably beg him to. She stands up beside him, bouncing from foot to foot.

It's then that he hears it.

"Brother, I've been ringing the fucking doorbell for 5 minutes, are you going dea- woah."

Robby. Robby who probably expected Jack's new girlfriend to be at least 10 years older than she actually is, if not more. Robby, who was now staring at his girlfriend's chest as she ran up to introduce herself.

"This is Robby, baby. Go get yourself a towel." He pats her on the butt as she runs past him into the house for the towel she'd bought especially for this party, with the American flag on it.

Robby, beside him, was staring at him like Jack had just told her to go fetch.

"Is that your long lost daughter?" The snark is accompanied with a raise of eyebrows, and Jack sighs exasperatedly. "Because that was pretty inappropriate."

"Shut up, Robby."

He endures lots more comments like that during the night, mostly from Dana, Ellis, and Shen. Everyone else is too scared to comment. Just as he'd hoped, his girl is across the party playing mermaids with Javadi, Mel, and even a reluctant Santos. This spares Jack from having to play.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, old man?" Dana stands next to the barbecue with a cigarette in her hand, watching him flip the patties. It's autopilot for him after doing these parties for so many years. Probably as long as his girlfriend has been alive.

"What are you talking about, grandma?" He shoots her a sideways grin, tilting his head to the side.

"You know what I mean. She's very... energetic." She shrugs, watching the game happening in the pool. "Very much not your thing."

"She's very much my thing." He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at Dana.

"You sure it's not just a midlife crisis?" She raises an eyebrow, turning to look at him curiously.

"I'm not even close to my midlife, Evans, this is my prime." He grins, and she sighs like she's finished with this conversation. There is no helping him. You can't help a man who's exactly where he wants to be.

It's quieter once everyone's eaten, and everyone's gotten used to the idea of Jack having such a young girlfriend. He's watched her go from mermaids, to having a spirited conversation about different kinds of crystals and their meanings with Mohan, to even holding her own in a race with Robby and Shen, although he's pretty sure they lagged behind on purpose to watch her ass jiggle in her bikini bottoms.

Needless to say, there was a conversation had about appropriate behaviour with her. And there had also been an outfit change when she was done swimming.

But perhaps Jack was the biggest hypocrite of them all, because now he had her between his legs, drawing on his thighs with skin marker. She'd begged him to buy them, promising she'd only do it on herself, but there was only so much surface area on her leg, and after a time, she'd moved on to him.

So now she was drawing red, white, and blue fireworks and swirls on his thighs, head resting on his knee. Her mouth was parted, almost drooling on him comfortably. Everyone has migrated elsewhere, so they're pretty secluded where they are.

"Jackie, I think your friends like me." She glances up at him, tone still hushed. He smiles, and his hand comes down to stroke her hair softly as she lays on him.

"I think so too, ladybug. Everyone's getting along really well with you." He nods slowly, thumbing at her cheek. She bristles happily and leans into his hand, encouraging him to continue. "But that's because you're easy to get along with, beautiful."

She stays between his legs for the fireworks, but she's taking pictures and giggling happily when the colours streak the sky, shaking him. She even gets up and runs around the lawn with her arms up in the air, and he's grateful she's swapped her bikini for shorts and a baby tee. She finds her way back home once the show is over, curling up in his lap, and thats that.

When people start leaving, they have to come to him, because he is no longer going anywhere, very content as he is. She shakes everybody's hand like its a business meeting, which Jack thinks is adorable, exchanges Instagram handles with Javadi and phone numbers with Mel (who wants to come over again to see her hair clip collection). And everything seems to have gone well.

Once the last person, Robby, leaves, Jack finds himself alone, with his girl in his lap.

"You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you." He smiles, holding her face in his hands. She burrows into the touch, resting herself and relaxing into his palms. The tone changes when he starts thumbing at her lower lip, and she parts her lips to take his thumb into her mouth. He sucks in a breath, and his smile widens. There's his girl.

She pulls off after a minute, pursing her lips. "I bought a new underwear set, Jackie."

"With my money?" He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, because he'll be upset if she used her own money for it. She nods, and he does too. "Let me see."

She clambours off his lap, which he mourns momentarily, until she unzips her jean shorts to show him a white fabric, topped with black lace, and red stitching saying 'America's Sweetheart'.

"Fuck, come here, baby." She giggles and climbs onto his lap on his request, pressing her lips to his in her typical excited and feverish kiss.

Yeah. God fucking bless America.

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tagging some moots: @pittsick @pedaltothepetal @gilmrres @pyronations (let me know if you'd like to be tagged for new jack abbot content!)

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˙⋆✮ honeybee

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot wasn't sure he'd ever love again, let alone think about marriage again, but here he is now doing both. (based on the song honeybee by olivia rodrigo!)

°⋆ warnings: no use of y/n, corny ass proposal dialogue, fluff fluff and lots of fluff, just barely proofread, jack is down bad, reader is possibly down worse, lot of introspection into jack's head

°⋆ wc: 1.82k

°⋆ note: just wanted to write something since it's been a while!! if you enjoyed this please make sure to like, reblog, and maybe even comment so i know you liked it!! it would really help me out so thank youuu <3 enjoy!

God has thrown him a bone.

That’s why Jack Abbot is standing here, a box searing a hole in his pocket.

After his the death of his wife, he’d pretty much given up on love. He’d lost half of himself in the war, and his wife held the other. When she died, there was no Jack left. He’d been left to pick the pieces up by himself, because Dana and Robby both had their own problems, and therapy had never been his thing. He interpreted everything his therapist said wrong, picking up SWAT when she said he needed more hobbies, longer shifts when she said he needed to spend more time out of his house, because he was living with his wife’s ghost, and he’d never get better if he didn’t get out.

So he got out. And he never came home.

But he does do other stuff, between the hospital and SWAT. Of course. Otherwise he couldn’t live. That’s how he met the second love of his life.

“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?”

He remembers it clear as day now, how he’d been sitting alone at a table for two in the coffee shop. It’d been absolutely packed to the brim with people, not an empty seat in the whole cafe. Except, of course, the one across from him. She loves to call it destiny, and while Jack isn’t sure he believes in it, he does a little bit.

“No, please, sit,” He’d answered, not looking up at her until after making the decision to say yes. Immediate mistake, because his heart did this thing it hadn’t done since he’d last seen his wife, and he was half convinced he was having an MI, and would die in the middle of that coffee shop. But no. The girl was just beautiful.

“I’ve never seen you in here before. Trying a new spot?” He hadn’t quite been expecting her to talk to him, but it was only polite, he supposed.

“No, I’m usually here way earlier. I have the day off work so I’m just trying it at… a different time.” He’d only realised how lame that sounded halfway through the sentence, so he ended it a lot less confidently.

“Right. I’m sure everything is a lot different a few hours later than your usual time.” She’d laughed at him, and the heart attack feeling had come back.

“Well, it’s never this busy. This is the first time a beautiful girl has sat with me.”

“Oh, then maybe you should start coming at this time more often.”

And with that, time healed his worst wound. His broken heart stitched itself back together at the sight of her, and made a little cavity for her to fit herself into.

Jack wasn’t a stupid man. Never had been. So when she’d gotten up to leave that first day, excusing herself and saying she was late for work after their extensive hour of conversation, he stood too, and asked her for her number.

That evening, he’d spent a few minutes with his wedding ring in hand. He did this every so often - it reminded him that while she was gone, a part of her would always be with him. The whole spiritual thing doesn’t really connect with the science part of Jack’s brain, but every so often he swore he could feel her in the room with him, telling him it was okay to move on. She’d always be with him, after all.

“Jack, are you listening?” A laugh echoes through his brain, and all of a sudden, his mind is back in his body, in the park, with his beautiful girl right in front of him. He leans down to kiss her temple softly.

“I’m sorry, honeybee, I zoned out a little. Tired,” He mumbles, trying to use that as an excuse. But it doesn’t explain why his throat is so dry, and his back is so straight, and he’d insisted she wear his favourite dress for a simple walk in the park.

“I’m telling you, it’s time to start shortening your shifts at the hospital, and give up the whole SWAT thing. You’re just not made for it anymore.” She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, and all he can think is ‘I know, I will when we’re married’.

Because it’s not a question in his head, that she’ll say yes. Is it stupid? Probably. But he can’t picture a reality where the girl who curls against his body instinctively in her sleep, who learned first aid to patch him up after SWAT gigs, who takes such achingly good care of him, would say no. He can’t bring himself to think of a world where he doesn’t wake up to her face next to him every day. Frankly, it’s a world he doesn’t want to live in.

“Jack, stop spacing out on me, baby. You’re not old enough to go yet.” He hears from beside him, and then there’s a soft press of lips on his shoulder. He stops where he is, turning to kiss her softly, big hands framing her face. She squeaks in surprise but she’s kissing him back without protest, her arms going around his neck sweetly. He has to resist escalating this, because there’s nothing stopping him - nobody around, in a quiet part of the park in the dead of night. But this is supposed to be romantic.

“Honey, let me-” He starts, but she whines and tugs him back in as he tries to pull back from her. He laughs against her mouth, giving her another minute before he really does pull back. “I brought you here for a reason. You remember this?”

“Yeah, this is where we had our first date.” She gestures with one hand to the open field beside them, and Jack takes her hand, leading her into it slowly. Her other hand is still fisted in the sleeve of his shirt. “We come here all the time, and you always ask me.”

“Forgive me. Must be getting dementia early.” He grumbles, putting his hands on her waist to stop her when she’s in just the right place. The moonlight shines through onto her, illuminating her skin and reminding him why he loves her so much. For a second, he’s just watching her fondly.

“God, I love the way you look at me.” She mumbles, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, her hand cradling the other one. He turns his head to catch her lips in a quick kiss, unable to help himself.

“I need to ask you something.” He murmurs to her, gruff and low, trying to pretend this isn’t one of the biggest things he’s ever done.

“Anything, Jack, always,” She responds almost immediately, and her fingers trail up to toy with the ring on his necklace. It’s his first wedding ring - she’d suggested he put it there so he could always carry his wife with him, no matter what. That was special to him. Because she wasn’t erasing anything, just slotting herself in whatever space he had left.

He’s acutely of the other ring on his person, sitting heavy in his pocket and begging him to just ask already. Alright. Message received. His whole speech goes flying out of his head as soon as he looks into her eyes, and he knows he’ll have to struggle to make this sound good.

“I’m always preaching to people about finding that thing that gets you through the dark. I used to do it to Robby, and back then, I was rattling shit off from my therapist. I didn’t have anything. But now I have you,” He looks down as she reaches up to grab his hands, and she squeezes them softly. It’s enough that he sinks down to one knee, ignoring the protest in his residual limb for the sake of the moment. She deserves a perfect, romcom proposal, after all.

He barely even touches the ground before he sees the tears crest over in her eyes, and he shakes his head softly, looking up at her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, baby. Let me finish first, at least.” 

The only reason he doesn’t want her crying is that he knows it’ll tip him over the edge too. He can’t help it against those sweet eyes. 

“Jack, get up, you’re gonna hurt your leg.” She sniffles, looking down at him with love he can only imagine is mirrored in his own expression.

“‘S okay, I’ll only be down here a minute.” He grunts, shifting a little so he can continue his speech. “You saved my life, honey. I’m not scared of the dark anymore, because I know that if I reach, you’ll be there to hold me.” He reaches down and pulls the ring out of his pocket - he’d seen her admiring this particular one a few weeks ago, had doubled back under the guise of dropping his wallet, taken a picture, come back for it the day after. Just so everything would be perfect. “I want to spend my whole life making you just as happy as you make me. I-”

“Yes!” She squeals, cutting him off and dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands cradling his face as she pulls him in for another kiss. Now that they’re both kneeling, it’s an easy position, and Jack melts into her arms instantly. She lowers them again so they’re sitting on the grass, which is certainly a friendlier position on Jack’s leg. 

“I wasn’t finished.” He grumbles, taking the ring and slipping it onto her finger softly. It’s too hard for Jack to honestly describe the feeling of having this girl looking at him in the way she is now, full of adoration and pure love, after accepting his proposal. 

“No matter what you said, I was going to say yes. Unless maybe you started talking about how much you love my ass.” She grins, laying back against the grass and staring up at the sky, bringing her hand in front of her face to look at the ring. 

“Baby, no, I’d never do that.” He scoffs indignantly, shaking his head and reaching up to grab her hand as he lays beside her, their intertwined fingers laying in the grass. “I’m obviously going to save that for the wedding vows.”

“Annulment is always an option.” She hums, turning her head to glance over at him. He takes in her face. The face he wants to spend the rest of his life knowing. And he sighs, leaning forward to kiss her softly, laying back in the grass like a teenager. His heart jumps as he feels the cool metal of her ring against his cheek, and the dull weight of his old ring against his chest. 

“Not with me. Stuck with me forever, honey.” He murmurs against her lips, grinning lazily. 

He’s going to enjoy the rest of his life. That’s for sure.

credits to diviniyae for the beautiful dividers!

tagging some moots (let me know if you want to be tagged for future fics also!): @pittsick @pedaltothepetal @gilmrres @pyronations @voidsuites

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˙⋆✮ honeybee

°⋆ pairing: jack abbot x reader

°⋆ summary: in which jack abbot wasn't sure he'd ever love again, let alone think about marriage again, but here he is now doing both. (based on the song honeybee by olivia rodrigo!)

°⋆ warnings: no use of y/n, corny ass proposal dialogue, fluff fluff and lots of fluff, just barely proofread, jack is down bad, reader is possibly down worse, lot of introspection into jack's head

°⋆ wc: 1.82k

°⋆ note: just wanted to write something since it's been a while!! if you enjoyed this please make sure to like, reblog, and maybe even comment so i know you liked it!! it would really help me out so thank youuu <3 enjoy!

God has thrown him a bone.

That’s why Jack Abbot is standing here, a box searing a hole in his pocket.

After his the death of his wife, he’d pretty much given up on love. He’d lost half of himself in the war, and his wife held the other. When she died, there was no Jack left. He’d been left to pick the pieces up by himself, because Dana and Robby both had their own problems, and therapy had never been his thing. He interpreted everything his therapist said wrong, picking up SWAT when she said he needed more hobbies, longer shifts when she said he needed to spend more time out of his house, because he was living with his wife’s ghost, and he’d never get better if he didn’t get out.

So he got out. And he never came home.

But he does do other stuff, between the hospital and SWAT. Of course. Otherwise he couldn’t live. That’s how he met the second love of his life.

“I’m sorry, is this seat taken?”

He remembers it clear as day now, how he’d been sitting alone at a table for two in the coffee shop. It’d been absolutely packed to the brim with people, not an empty seat in the whole cafe. Except, of course, the one across from him. She loves to call it destiny, and while Jack isn’t sure he believes in it, he does a little bit.

“No, please, sit,” He’d answered, not looking up at her until after making the decision to say yes. Immediate mistake, because his heart did this thing it hadn’t done since he’d last seen his wife, and he was half convinced he was having an MI, and would die in the middle of that coffee shop. But no. The girl was just beautiful.

“I’ve never seen you in here before. Trying a new spot?” He hadn’t quite been expecting her to talk to him, but it was only polite, he supposed.

“No, I’m usually here way earlier. I have the day off work so I’m just trying it at… a different time.” He’d only realised how lame that sounded halfway through the sentence, so he ended it a lot less confidently.

“Right. I’m sure everything is a lot different a few hours later than your usual time.” She’d laughed at him, and the heart attack feeling had come back.

“Well, it’s never this busy. This is the first time a beautiful girl has sat with me.”

“Oh, then maybe you should start coming at this time more often.”

And with that, time healed his worst wound. His broken heart stitched itself back together at the sight of her, and made a little cavity for her to fit herself into.

Jack wasn’t a stupid man. Never had been. So when she’d gotten up to leave that first day, excusing herself and saying she was late for work after their extensive hour of conversation, he stood too, and asked her for her number.

That evening, he’d spent a few minutes with his wedding ring in hand. He did this every so often - it reminded him that while she was gone, a part of her would always be with him. The whole spiritual thing doesn’t really connect with the science part of Jack’s brain, but every so often he swore he could feel her in the room with him, telling him it was okay to move on. She’d always be with him, after all.

“Jack, are you listening?” A laugh echoes through his brain, and all of a sudden, his mind is back in his body, in the park, with his beautiful girl right in front of him. He leans down to kiss her temple softly.

“I’m sorry, honeybee, I zoned out a little. Tired,” He mumbles, trying to use that as an excuse. But it doesn’t explain why his throat is so dry, and his back is so straight, and he’d insisted she wear his favourite dress for a simple walk in the park.

“I’m telling you, it’s time to start shortening your shifts at the hospital, and give up the whole SWAT thing. You’re just not made for it anymore.” She clicks her tongue and shakes her head, and all he can think is ‘I know, I will when we’re married’.

Because it’s not a question in his head, that she’ll say yes. Is it stupid? Probably. But he can’t picture a reality where the girl who curls against his body instinctively in her sleep, who learned first aid to patch him up after SWAT gigs, who takes such achingly good care of him, would say no. He can’t bring himself to think of a world where he doesn’t wake up to her face next to him every day. Frankly, it’s a world he doesn’t want to live in.

“Jack, stop spacing out on me, baby. You’re not old enough to go yet.” He hears from beside him, and then there’s a soft press of lips on his shoulder. He stops where he is, turning to kiss her softly, big hands framing her face. She squeaks in surprise but she’s kissing him back without protest, her arms going around his neck sweetly. He has to resist escalating this, because there’s nothing stopping him - nobody around, in a quiet part of the park in the dead of night. But this is supposed to be romantic.

“Honey, let me-” He starts, but she whines and tugs him back in as he tries to pull back from her. He laughs against her mouth, giving her another minute before he really does pull back. “I brought you here for a reason. You remember this?”

“Yeah, this is where we had our first date.” She gestures with one hand to the open field beside them, and Jack takes her hand, leading her into it slowly. Her other hand is still fisted in the sleeve of his shirt. “We come here all the time, and you always ask me.”

“Forgive me. Must be getting dementia early.” He grumbles, putting his hands on her waist to stop her when she’s in just the right place. The moonlight shines through onto her, illuminating her skin and reminding him why he loves her so much. For a second, he’s just watching her fondly.

“God, I love the way you look at me.” She mumbles, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, her hand cradling the other one. He turns his head to catch her lips in a quick kiss, unable to help himself.

“I need to ask you something.” He murmurs to her, gruff and low, trying to pretend this isn’t one of the biggest things he’s ever done.

“Anything, Jack, always,” She responds almost immediately, and her fingers trail up to toy with the ring on his necklace. It’s his first wedding ring - she’d suggested he put it there so he could always carry his wife with him, no matter what. That was special to him. Because she wasn’t erasing anything, just slotting herself in whatever space he had left.

He’s acutely of the other ring on his person, sitting heavy in his pocket and begging him to just ask already. Alright. Message received. His whole speech goes flying out of his head as soon as he looks into her eyes, and he knows he’ll have to struggle to make this sound good.

“I’m always preaching to people about finding that thing that gets you through the dark. I used to do it to Robby, and back then, I was rattling shit off from my therapist. I didn’t have anything. But now I have you,” He looks down as she reaches up to grab his hands, and she squeezes them softly. It’s enough that he sinks down to one knee, ignoring the protest in his residual limb for the sake of the moment. She deserves a perfect, romcom proposal, after all.

He barely even touches the ground before he sees the tears crest over in her eyes, and he shakes his head softly, looking up at her. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, baby. Let me finish first, at least.” 

The only reason he doesn’t want her crying is that he knows it’ll tip him over the edge too. He can’t help it against those sweet eyes. 

“Jack, get up, you’re gonna hurt your leg.” She sniffles, looking down at him with love he can only imagine is mirrored in his own expression.

“‘S okay, I’ll only be down here a minute.” He grunts, shifting a little so he can continue his speech. “You saved my life, honey. I’m not scared of the dark anymore, because I know that if I reach, you’ll be there to hold me.” He reaches down and pulls the ring out of his pocket - he’d seen her admiring this particular one a few weeks ago, had doubled back under the guise of dropping his wallet, taken a picture, come back for it the day after. Just so everything would be perfect. “I want to spend my whole life making you just as happy as you make me. I-”

“Yes!” She squeals, cutting him off and dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands cradling his face as she pulls him in for another kiss. Now that they’re both kneeling, it’s an easy position, and Jack melts into her arms instantly. She lowers them again so they’re sitting on the grass, which is certainly a friendlier position on Jack’s leg. 

“I wasn’t finished.” He grumbles, taking the ring and slipping it onto her finger softly. It’s too hard for Jack to honestly describe the feeling of having this girl looking at him in the way she is now, full of adoration and pure love, after accepting his proposal. 

“No matter what you said, I was going to say yes. Unless maybe you started talking about how much you love my ass.” She grins, laying back against the grass and staring up at the sky, bringing her hand in front of her face to look at the ring. 

“Baby, no, I’d never do that.” He scoffs indignantly, shaking his head and reaching up to grab her hand as he lays beside her, their intertwined fingers laying in the grass. “I’m obviously going to save that for the wedding vows.”

“Annulment is always an option.” She hums, turning her head to glance over at him. He takes in her face. The face he wants to spend the rest of his life knowing. And he sighs, leaning forward to kiss her softly, laying back in the grass like a teenager. His heart jumps as he feels the cool metal of her ring against his cheek, and the dull weight of his old ring against his chest. 

“Not with me. Stuck with me forever, honey.” He murmurs against her lips, grinning lazily. 

He’s going to enjoy the rest of his life. That’s for sure.

credits to diviniyae for the beautiful dividers!

tagging some moots (let me know if you want to be tagged for future fics also!): @pittsick @pedaltothepetal @gilmrres @pyronations @voidsuites

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exam season is ALMOST over... im gonna get to everything in my inbox and i also have an idea for a jack abbot fic that might land on ur desk soon...

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need us all to open our minds

[dumbbandpoetic]

exam season is ALMOST over... im gonna get to everything in my inbox and i also have an idea for a jack abbot fic that might land on ur desk soon...

[pittsick]

POPE CODY ﹏ NEW MATTRESS.

summary ﹏ When Pope gets new furniture for his room, all you can think about is how you should inaugurate it. He has a meeting with his brothers and J, but who cares if he's a little late to it?

cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / smut fic. afab!reader. established relationship. spontaneous sex / quickie sex. kissing. praise. dirty-talking. cowgirl position. semi-exhibitionism&voyeurism theme while being caught by Craig. petname (baby). groping. light hair pulling. unprotected piv. clit stimulation. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cockdrunk!reader. crying during sex / dacryphilia. creampie. light aftercare.

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“You got a new bed, uh?”

Your voice took Pope out of his thoughts as he pushed the new king size mattress into the bed frame. His hazel eyes looked up to see you leaning against the doorway, eyebrows furrowed which made a curious expression appear on your face. He hummed, nodding his head before replying. “Yeah, I needed a change. I didn’t like what was there before.” 

He moved, sweeping the bare mattress with his hand as if there were crumbs on it and then, sat down. You licked your lips, looking around at the new furniture; it looked more mature, more adult-like. Your shoes taped on the floor as you walked closer to Pope, until you were standing right between his legs, hands moving to rest on his broad shoulders.

“It looks good, I think. More… you, in a way.” You nodded at him, eyes looking down to realize he was already watching you. “We should inaugurate it, don’t you think?”

His head tilted to the side as he took your words in, as if he was trying to understand what you meant by them. His strong hands moved to rest on your hips, fingers playing with the thin mesh overlay of your short skirt. He seemed deep into his thoughts before his hazel orbs locked into your face again. “I have a meeting with J, I don’t have time, baby.” But you shrugged at the words leaving his mouth.

“No one said it had to take time, you know. We could be done in ten minutes.” Your hands moved to pull the fabric of your skirt up to your hips so it wouldn’t bother you when you ended up straddling Pope’s thighs. He groaned at the weight of you onto his bulge, but his hands followed the movement of your body and grabbed the fat of your hips to bring you closer. You sighed, sitting directly above his shaft but the rough fabric of his jeans were bothering you, making you squirm. 

“You promise to be fast?” He asked, eyes locking onto yours and you nodded. You knew how important it was for him to respect time and rules. “Of course, I promise. But you want it too, don’t you?” You asked then, leaning your face closer just to press a kiss to his cheek and to his forehead and then, to his lips.

Pope’s hands tightened their grip onto your hips as you kissed him, making you roll on top of him. A sigh escaped his mouth, muffled by your own.

“Can’t stop thinking about y’pussy, I want you all the time.” You heard him reply against your lips before he pulled away just to see your expression. Your hands moved to wrap around his nape, fingers scratching at the hair at the base of his neck which made Pope groan loudly, his hands helping your hips move on top of his own. The rough denim of his jeans burned your inner-thighs with the force he used to make you move, but the pain mixed with pleasure as your clit rubbed against his zipper. Your pussy leaked, creating a damp patch in the center of your panties.

You moaned his name, licking your lips while resting your forehead against his jawline. “Need to be inside your pussy—” He whined at you and your hands immediately moved, movements rushed as you unbuttoned his pants, the fly opening by itself as you pushed the fabric out of the way and freeing his now hard cock. The tip was angry red, beads of pre-cum making it glisten as the veins along his length throbbed for attention.

Pope hissed as you wrapped one hand around his cock, hips jerking up. He licked his lips. “I don’t have any condom on me.” You whined, shrugging. “Don’t care, I need you to feel you inside me.”

Your body shifted, hips lifting up as you angled Andrew’s cock toward your sloppy hole, your free hand pushing your panties to the side. Thread of wetness connected your skin to the cotton tissue; a telltale of the mess your cunt was. Cold air hit your glistening skin, making you shiver as the mushroom tip of Pope’s cock teased your puffy folds, and you gathered some wetness onto it before gently pushing down onto it.

A gasp left your mouth as your boyfriend’s hands moved to your hips, helping you gently to sit down on his shaft. Pleasure took over your facial expression; your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth fell wide open and you moaned loudly when Pope’s cock filled you up.

Your walls stretched around him, pulsating and leaking to ease him deeper. Immediately, his cock twitched inside you but neither of you moved, giving you time to adjust a bit more to the position. Like that, he felt so much deeper inside you than usual; his mushroom head kissing your cervix gently. 

“Fuck, you’re so… so fucking tight.” You heard Pope say, eyebrows furrowed just like yours had been a few instants ago. His large palms groped the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh there before he caressed your skin. “My cock feels so warm. I don’t want to move.” He groaned, his forehead falling against your shoulder and he rested like that for a moment. Your hands moved and ended up running through his hair, tugging gently on the locks.

You squeezed your walls around his twitching cock and Pope gasped, before remembering that he didn’t had much time to fuck you before he needed to go, and his head lifted up to look at you. “Move, baby.” He ordered, even if his voice was gentle when speaking to you. “You’re so impatient. Afraid to be late?” You joked at him, but all he did was jerk his hips up inside you, making you gasp. The tip of his fat cock pushed against your cervix, mixing pain and pleasure through your body. Once more, your hands moved to grab his shoulders and you started to move.

Skin slapping skin echoed in his room as you lifted your hips up and let down fall back down onto his hard cock. “Fuck! Pope, fuck!” You cried out as your boyfriend helped you, lifting you off of his shaft and pulling you back down with more force; your pussy leaking down to his balls and making them slap and stick to your ass each time. A ring of creamy white had already started to appear all around the base of his shaft, dragging up to his tip. 

You could only wrap your arms around his shoulders to not fall over with the force he was using to move you up and down. Tears had started to form at the corners of your eyes, pleasure making you feel all fuzzy and weak; unable to form coherent sentences even though Pope was speaking to you.

“Good girl, yeah, clench that pussy for me.” You whined, head resting against his shoulder as you clenched your gummy walls, making him groan loudly. 

His hands moved to the fat of your ass, groping it in his strong palms before spreading your asscheeks to get deeper inside your pussy. “Pope! Mhhmfuck! Please!” You moaned into his ears and his hips jerked up at the same time he pulled you down on his cock. Your words made him fasten the pace, and louder squelching noises echoed in the room, mixing with your groaning and moaning. “Yeah? You wanted my cock so bad and now look at you.” He hissed, voice wavering due to the efforts he was making to fuck you. 

You rolled your hips, trying to get his tip to rub your g-spot when a loud door slamming noise was heard. You gasped, lifting your head up and expected Pope to stop but he didn’t, bringing you harder onto his cock. “Pope! Fuck—” You whined, mouth wide open and eyes half-lidded. A voice spoke through the house, a voice you recognized as Craig’s. 

“Pope?! You here?” It was followed by clattering and another door slamming.

Pope’s hips thrusted up faster and harder into your pussy instead of stopping, and you could only bounce up and down onto him as an answer. You forgot about the windows without curtains, about Craig, about being watched as your boyfriend’s hands squeezed the fat of your ass harder. “Keep moving, I’m close—” He groaned into your ear and you moaned, tightening your grip around his shoulders. Your hips rolled, his bulbous tip finally rubbing against your g-spot as you leaned your pelvis forward.

Your mouth fell wide open at the feeling, your bounce becoming messy. “Fuck, please, feels so good—!” You cried, fingers finding Pope’s hair again just to tug on it, making him hiss.

“Yeah? Your pussy feels good? It feels good knowing Craig could see us, uh?” He spoke into your ear, the words bringing shame and embarrassment to you, but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving. Your pussy clenched, gripping Pope’s cock tightly inside, milking him dry. 

The skin slapping skin echoed louder, your ass slapping down onto Pope’s thighs all while his tip rubbed and hit your sweet spot. Your eyes lowered to where you both were connected; you watched as his cock disappeared inside your sloppy tight cunt, as creamy white juice made a mess onto his length, as how much you clenched when you felt your orgasm get closer.

Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks, your face nuzzling against Pope’s when you spoke. “Please, I need to come! I want to come so bad!” The words made your boyfriend groan, his hips thrusted up faster, his balls slapping your ass.

“You want to come? I’ll make you come, baby. Come for me, be a good girl.” One of his hands left your ass after those words, making its way between your thighs just for his thumb to press against your clit and start to rub at it. It wasn’t gentle or attentive; but more slick and messy, trying to get you to your orgasm.

And it worked—a few more thrusts of his hips, his bulbous tip rubbing at your g-spot and his thumb against your bud of nerves and you were coming loudly; gasping and crying from the pleasure.

Your mouth fell open, your muscles contracted and shook as you tried to pull away with how strong the orgasm was. Pope held you close; still fucking you as he searched for his own release. Once again, a loud voice spoke inside the house. 

“Pope, for fuck’s sake, you here?!” It was still Craig, frantic and voice mad. The noise of feet was heard right after, coming closer to the corridor and to Pope’s room. Your boyfriend groaned loudly, his balls slapping at your ass and echoing into the space which overstimulated you as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

His voice buzzed into your ears as he spoke back. “Fucking coming! M’busy, asshole!”

A groan was heard, followed by a: “Move your ass!” from Craig.

You could have laughed in any other situation, but all you could do was nuzzle your face in his neck, muscles twitching and tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks as Pope buried his cock inside your sloppy cunt; making a mess of your juices that dripped from your hole and down to his balls. It made your inner-thighs stick to his own, sweat mixing with the lots. “Pope, please, I can’t—!” You cried, and both his hands moved back to your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to get deeper inside your hole.

“You can baby, you’re doing so good for me. Y’wanted to inaugurate the bed, remember? You’re takin’ it so good, baby. Such a good girl, taking all of my cock.” He hissed in your ear, pulling up and down onto his cock just for his mushroom tip to rub against your g-spot again, making you gasp and roll your hips to escape it. The pleasure was too good, making your head all fuzzy and thoughts disappear. 

“I love when you make a mess on my cock. You have such a sweet pussy.” The words flew above your head, your face buried into Pope’s neck as he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy.

His hands tightened their grip onto the fat of your ass, bruising it from how strong it was. “M’going to fill you up now, alright? I don’t have tissues to clean you up, I don’t want to make a mess.” You could only nod your head at his words, your mouth open, drool at the corner of your lips. 

You were too far gone to hear the footsteps closer to the door and Craig’s curse. “Shit, Pope, close the fucking door!” The footsteps vanished and the sentence was thrown again. “No fuckin’ wonder we are late.” And once again, you could have apologized and laughed about the situation if you aren’t so cockdrunk right now. But Pope didn’t seem to care either as he thrusted inside your pussy with a faster pace, making you jump onto his cock.

One of his hands moved back between your thighs to rub at your sensitive clit.

You moaned, more tears falling down your cheeks at the pleasure. “Come on baby, I’m late. Wanna come for me again? Wanna make a mess on my cock so I remember your pussy all day long?” Your boyfriend spoke, to which you moaned, arms tightening around his neck and fingers tugging at his hair again. “Fuck—” He cursed when you squeezed your velvety walls around his fat cock, milking him dry.

You only needed a few more stimulation before coming again; less stronger than the first one but so good nonetheless. Pope followed you immediately, thrusting up one last time before burying himself inside your sloppy cunt to the hilt. You felt his bulbous tip pressed against your cervix, shooting his warm load directly into your womb. His hands held you down onto his cock; it twitched against your gummy walls as he filled you up to the brink. “Pope! Fuuuck!” You cried out at the feeling.

“I know, fuck, you’re so good… Such a good pussy, just for me. Filled up with all my come.” Pope groaned, sweaty forehead resting against your own. Neither of you moved then, taking a second to breath.

You felt your heart beating inside your cunt, an uncomfortable feeling that made you squirm and Pope sighed, wrapping his arms around you. “You were so good for me, you took it all.” The words made you hum, your hands brushing his curls away gently, before you cupped his jaw and tilted his head up.

“You were so good for me too, love. You made me feel so good.” Pope looked at him without replying before leaning his face closer and pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. His hands moved to rest onto your waist then, before he slowly helped you pull away. His semen immediately tried to leak out of your cunt as you sat on the bare mattress but you pulled your panties back in place so it wouldn’t stain the new sleeping furniture. 

You took a deep breath, wiping your almost-dry tears as Pope tucked himself back into his jeans and brushed his curls away from his sweaty forehead. He shifted on the bed, turning to the side to look at you. “I’m late for the meeting now.” And that, that made you laugh. You nodded at him.

“Yeah, trust me, I gathered that from Craig catching us.” Pope only hummed at your words before leaning to kiss you again; softly, lingering. When he pulled away, his eyes swiftly looked over the room.

“I’ll install curtains to those windows, I think.” You smiled and nodded, because obviously, that was a good idea.

Pope looked back at you, head tilted to the side, hazel orbs locked into yours. “Will you be alright if I leave now? It’s an important meeting.” You waved your hand at him, eyes fond as your boyfriend stood up and bent over just to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Go, but we will be inaugurating the rest of the furniture later.” You saw the slight smirk on his face at the words leaving your mouth before he turned his back to you and left the room; leaving you on the bare mattress with a pussy filled with his come and a mess of underwear. In the background, you heard a bit of discussion between Pope and his younger brother as you rolled onto the bed.

“Damn, exhibistionnism, uh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Craig. Move, we’re late.”

“Yeah, well, I fucking wonder why.”

taglist ﹏ @dumbbandpoetic @bluestrd @userhotd ( to be added )

[dumbbandpoetic]

coming out of my cage to say i have no appropriate thoughts about shawn hatosy on jimmy fallon. i need to climb that man like a fucking tree ASAP

[dumbbandpoetic]

could we get a update on carmen popstar au maybe pleasee 🥹🥹🥹

i would love to!! i just need some ideas to get it flowing but i love those two so absolutely <3

[dumbbandpoetic]

. ݁₊ Busy Woman ⊹ .

⋆.˚✮ summary: ever since frank langdon has been divorced, he can't afford his own apartment, but he can afford a nice hotel. and it just so happens to be the same one that y/n l/n is staying at during her tour at pittsburgh, and his room just happens to be next to hers. what happens when their paths cross?

⋆.˚✮ pairing: frank langdon x popstar!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter sometimes)

masterlist. 13. 14.

hey guys.. i know its been a while but i wanted to give this series the proper ending it deserved! i'd love love love to continue writing for these two in the future so if you have any requests please put them in my inbox, or other requests for the pitt, since i want to get back into writing! also credits to @/rosemaryswritingg for this format idea, i love their stuff so give it a look if you havent already!!

ynln

♫ ynln - goodbye

ynln goodbye europe! i have loved being with you all so dearly, but its time for me to go home now <3 until next time!

➥ drflangdon missed you beautiful girl

↳ ynln i will see you VERY soon handsome

↳ johnshen okay what about me

↳ ynln you too john

➥ kieraaaaaaa i've had endless fun on this tour with you honey!! can't wait to see what you do next

↳ ynln kiera my love <3 you'll be with me for all of it!

drflangdon

♫ the temptations - my girl

drflangdon finally home

➥ ynln why didn't you post the photobooth pictures frankie...

↳ drflangdon maybe i would have if you hadnt pulled your dress down for the last picture

↳ donniedon some men die of thirst while other men die drowning...

johnshen sickening

➥ drking so happy for you two!

↳ ynln mellyyy ilysm lets do movie night w becca and mira soon!

↳ drflangdon what i dont get an invite?

↳ miramo nope! girls night!!!

ynln

♫ fleetwood mac - you make loving fun

ynln i love my new family!!

➥ drflangdon we love you too honey

↳ ynln never wanna leave you again! <3

➥ miramo why would a man be there

↳ drflangdon you literally hosted it at my apartment

↳ ynln we'll kick him out next time dw!!

↳ drflangdon wtf??

➥ drking thank you for inviting me and becca!! we had lots of fun

↳ ynln i love you both melly bear thanks for coming

➥ user this seems so cute. i'm happy for them!

↳ user let's just hope we get more music out of this...

credits to saradika-graphics for the dividers!

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