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Hi!! Here’s some stuff I wrote💌
I’m a college student, pls be patient with me 💗💌💋
MDNI! , she/her, let’s be friends !!
Updated: 20/5/26 🕺
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Masterlist
Hi!! Here’s some stuff I wrote💌
I’m a college student, pls be patient with me 💗💌💋
MDNI! , she/her, let’s be friends !!
Updated: 20/5/26 🕺
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Sweet Treat
Pairing: dr Jack abbot x wife!Reader
Summary: Jack Abbott’s wife rarely visits the ER so when she arrives during his birthday shift carrying homemade baked treats, the entire department becomes fascinated by the soft version of Jack that only exists around her.
Content Warnings: Fluff and romance, kissing scenes, teasing coworkers, hospital setting and workplace stress, reader insert.
Wc: 1.7k
An: in this I’m imagining Jack switched to day shift for his b day so he can spend the evening w his wife… hope ya like x also im so hungover pls forgive errors x
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It’s always the ones u expect to do poorly, do well lol! Thank u, my babes, for reading xx ☁️☁️
got an ask that was REALLY mean, omfg I feel really shitty about my writing rn. like it mightn’t be your taste but I’m trying my best, i just got back into writing. Fandoms are supposed to be fun! (◞‸ ◟)💧
As a bi baddie, happy pride month. I love all of my lgbt friends and ally’s. A big smooch to u all xx
Tall(er than some)
LMFAO! I’m a 5’2 (159 cm) baddie. I love my short kings!! 6ft (182 cm) is too tall 🚬🚬
you did not have to snipe attack jack abbot like that IMMEDIATELY
I don’t really know what this means sorry lol
Sweet Treat
Pairing: dr Jack abbot x wife!Reader
Summary: Jack Abbott’s wife rarely visits the ER so when she arrives during his birthday shift carrying homemade baked treats, the entire department becomes fascinated by the soft version of Jack that only exists around her.
Content Warnings: Fluff and romance, kissing scenes, teasing coworkers, hospital setting and workplace stress, reader insert.
Wc: 1.7k
An: in this I’m imagining Jack switched to day shift for his b day so he can spend the evening w his wife… hope ya like x also im so hungover pls forgive errors x
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In the club reading pope cody fics bc I don’t want to be here
titillate
Summary: Titillate (verb) means to excite, stimulate, or arouse someone in a pleasurable or tantalizing way. You tease Jack at work! (No smut)
Content Warnings: Established relationship, workplace flirting, sexual tension, teasing and restraint, touching over clothing, suggestive dialogue, possessiveness undertones, mild profanity, public/workplace risk of getting caught, tension-heavy interactions, implied intimacy.
Pairing: Dr Jack Abbot x Reader
Wc: 1.2k
An: rediscovered this word while watching a quiz show, immediately thought of teasing my man Jack at work!
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Hi, I just wanted to point out that on your last post (Lunch Break) , the top said "gn!reader" but the story included she/her pronouns and use of feminine terminology. Otherwise love your posts but wanted to ask if you could make sure to tag them as fem!reader if fem terms are used<3
Ah! Apologies. My mistake, I’ll fix that- thanks for pointing it out! I wrote it on my notes app then pasted into a working google doc (I tend to use the same doc so maybe I won’t do that from now lol!) to format so I think it may have been the remnants of another post sorry about that!! Silly me for not proof reading!-Ty for reading and pointing it out Xx
Lunch Break
Pairing: Jack Abbot x fem!reader
Summary: Late night diner visits become the best part of your week when you start falling for exhausted night shift doctor Jack Abbott over coffee, fries and 2 a.m. conversations.
Wc: 2.1k
Cw: sleep deprivation, hospital mentions, late night loneliness, flirting, emotional vulnerability, soft jack abbott, anxious yearning, night shift exhaustion, diner romance, mutual pining.
An: to be cringe is to be free, fluffy Jack is my baby. Also as a European girl I always loved American diner culture, like yes I want pie and coffee at 3am hello!
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Off Schedule
Pairing: Dr Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Younger!gn reader
Summary; You bring your boyfriend Dr. Robby coffee during a brutal night shift and tease him for looking unfairly hot while exhausted. He pulls you close, kisses you softly and admits you’re the only thing getting him through the night.
Cw: age gap, hospital setting, flirting, tension, exhaustion, affectionate teasing, younger reader, soft romance, suggestive themes. No smut (I haven’t graduated to that yet).
Wc: .9K
An: my close and personal boyfriend, Michael.
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Things Rot Around Me
Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Gn!reader
Summary: After disappearing for days, Pope turns up at your apartment bruised and unravelled, desperate to protect the only good thing in his life.
Cw: Angst, fluff, possessive Pope, obsessive love, emotional dependency, hurt/comfort, violence mentions, protective behaviour, intense kissing, “he’d kill for you”.
Wc: 1.5k
An: 300 followers??? Everyone line up for a kiss! Thank you kindly for the support, all of my love☁️☁️☁️
Pope Cody loves you !!!! You’re his baby💋🏳️💗💌 soft Pope makes me 💖💖💖💖
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Safe House
Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader
Summary: On slow mornings in their oceanside apartment, Andrew forgets to be dangerous for a little while. Wrapped up in warm sheets and half asleep beside you, the only thing he wants is to keep the rest of the world outside the bedroom door for another hour.
Wc: .9K
Cw: established relationship, implied violence, mentions of injuries/bruises, possessive behavior, themes of hypervigilance and paranoia, soft domestic intimacy.
An: soft pope to fill my soul!! Also I love writing in second point of view. I had an English teacher in school who told us it was a poor form of writing…. Girl stfu
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Home at 19:30
Summary: Baran comes home after a brutal day shift exhausted, overstimulated and desperate for something soft. Luckily, you are waiting for her on the couch in her hoodie exactly where she wants you.
CW: Established relationship, suggestive content, kissing, praise, possessive behaviour, soft dom/sub dynamics, exhaustion after work, clinginess, touch-starved behaviour, heavy make outs, emotional intimacy, reader wearing Baran’s clothes. No smut (I fear I haven’t graduated to that yet)
Wc: 2k
An: I love her so much
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Rain slid steadily down the windows in silver streaks and blurred the city lights outside into soft pools of colour. The television was still running quietly in the background, some reality dating show you had not actually been paying attention to for at least forty minutes, but the low noise filled the silence enough that the apartment did not feel empty while you waited.
Baran’s hoodie hung heavily around your frame, sleeves covering most of your hands, carrying that familiar scent of her perfume and laundry detergent that always made missing her worse somehow. You had changed into it almost immediately after getting home from work yourself, curled into the corner of the couch with a blanket over your legs and your phone beside you waiting for updates that had grown shorter and shorter throughout the day.
07:00 start shifts always destroyed her.
By midday the messages usually became blunt and exhausted. Around 13:00 she had texted:
I’ve consumed enough caffeine to kill a Victorian child.
Then at 16:18:
Someone yelled at me because they Googled their symptoms.
And finally, just under an hour ago:
Leaving now.
Nothing else after that.
No joke, as she normally would.
No sarcasm via voice note.
Just the exhaustion condensed into two words.
You glanced at the clock again.
19:34.
The second you heard keys fumbling outside the apartment door your whole body reacted before your brain even caught up. You muted the television immediately and sat up straighter beneath the blanket while the lock clicked open.
Baran stepped inside looking utterly exhausted.
Not dramatic exhaustion. Not the kind people exaggerated after normal office job, your office job offers sufficient exhaustion but barans..
Real exhaustion.
The sort that settled visibly into posture and expression after twelve straight hours of noise, pressure and fluorescent lighting. Her shoulders sagged beneath her coat and loose curls framed her face where she had clearly been dragging her hands through her hair all day. There were faint shadows beneath her eyes and her expression looked almost blank for a moment, like her brain had not fully caught up to being home yet.
Then she looked up.
Saw you waiting on the couch.
And everything about her softened instantly.
It happened slowly enough that most people probably would not have noticed it. The tension left her shoulders first. Then her eyes lost that distant exhausted look and warmed immediately when they settled on you sitting there wrapped in her clothes.
“There’s my girl,” she murmured quietly.
Your chest tightened at the sound of her voice.
“Hi baby.”
Baran shut the apartment door behind her carefully before crossing the room toward you without another word. You watched the exhaustion in her movements the whole way over. The heaviness in her steps. The way she rolled one shoulder slightly like her back hurt.
The second she reached the couch she exhaled deeply and sank down beside you before immediately pulling you into her lap like it was instinctive.
You went willingly, knees sliding over either side of her thighs while her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The moment your weight settled against her she let out a low tired sound and buried her face against your neck.
For a few quiet seconds neither of you spoke.
You simply held her while rain tapped softly against the windows and the warm light from the lamp beside the couch painted everything gold.
Baran’s hands moved slowly over your back beneath the hoodie, broad warm palms dragging lazily beneath the fabric while she breathed you in like she had needed this all day.
“You waited up for me,” she murmured eventually.
“Obviously.”
“You should’ve gone to bed.”
“You say that every shift.”
A faint laugh left her, rough with exhaustion. “Because every shift you’re half asleep by the time I get home.”
“I wanted to see you.”
The words came out softer than you intended.
Baran lifted her head slowly at that.
God.
The look she gave you nearly melted you straight into the couch cushions.
Exhausted affection sat openly across her face now that she was home. There was something deeply tender in the way she looked at you after long shifts, like she spent all day holding herself together and then came home and finally allowed herself to feel things properly again.
Her hand slid up beneath the hoodie and settled warm against your waist.
“You’re wearing my clothes again,” she murmured quietly.
“You leave them here on purpose.”
“I absolutely do.”
Her thumb moved slowly against your skin beneath the fabric and you felt warmth spread instantly through your stomach. Baran noticed the reaction immediately because she noticed everything about you.
A slow tired smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.
“Missed me?”
You tried to shrug casually. “Maybe a normal amount.”
“A normal amount,” she repeated softly like she found the idea ridiculous.
Then she leaned in and kissed you.
It started slow.
Baran always kissed slower after difficult shifts. Like she needed time to settle back into herself. Her lips moved gently against yours while her arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. You could still feel the lingering tension in her body beneath her scrubs but every second she held you seemed to loosen it further.
You melted immediately.
Completely.
Your fingers curled instinctively into the fabric at her shoulders while she kissed you deeper, patient and warm and devastatingly affectionate. She tasted faintly like coffee and mint and the exhaustion of a twelve-hour day.
The kiss lingered until your breathing slowed to match hers.
Until the rest of the apartment disappeared.
Baran pulled back only slightly, forehead resting against yours while her eyes drifted slowly across your face.
“You have no idea how much I thought about this today,” she murmured quietly.
“This?”
“You.”
The word settled heavily in your chest.
Her hand slid lower along your thigh beneath the blanket while she watched every reaction cross your face with tired focused attention. The warmth of her palm against your bare skin made your breath hitch slightly and the look in her eyes darkened immediately at the sound.
“There’s my sweet girl,” she murmured softly.
Your stomach tightened hard.
Baran always sounded rougher after long shifts. Her voice dropped lower from exhaustion and every word landed heavier because of it. Combined with the way her hand moved slowly over your thigh, deliberate enough to make your entire body hyperaware of every touch, it was almost unfair.
“You’ve been sitting here all evening waiting for me to come home,” she said quietly, gaze fixed entirely on you. “Wearing my hoodie. Looking this pretty.”
Heat crept steadily up your neck.
Baran smiled faintly at the sight before leaning forward again, lips brushing slowly beneath your jaw. The scrape of her tired voice against your skin made your head tip back automatically.
Immediately her grip on your waist tightened.
“Good,” she murmured against your throat. “Relax for me.”
The praise alone made your thighs press together instinctively.
Baran noticed that too.
Of course she did.
A low tired sound of approval left her while her hand slid further up your thigh beneath the blanket, fingers spreading warmly against your skin.
“You get so needy after I’ve been gone all day,” she whispered softly. “Every time.”
Baran’s hand remained steady against your thigh while she kissed slowly along your jaw, the exhaustion from the day still clinging to her in every movement. Usually after shifts she moved with sharp efficiency, every action clipped and purposeful from hours spent constantly thinking three steps ahead, but this version of her was different. Slower. Heavier. More openly affectionate.
You loved this version of her almost painfully.
The apartment felt warm around you both, wrapped in the sound of rain and dim amber light while Baran sat sunk deep into the couch with you in her lap like she intended to keep you there for the rest of the night. Her curls brushed softly against your cheek every time she leaned in to kiss you and her hands kept roaming lazily over your body beneath the oversized hoodie, like touching you was the only thing grounding her after the chaos of the hospital.
“You know what the worst part of long shifts is?” she murmured softly against your throat.
You shook your head slightly.
“Not being able to touch you.”
The words sent warmth flooding instantly through your stomach.
Baran pulled back just enough to look at you properly after saying it, dark tired eyes moving slowly across your face while her thumb stroked absentmindedly along the inside of your thigh. She looked exhausted still. You could see it clearly in the shadows beneath her eyes and the way she leaned heavily into the couch cushions, but underneath it sat something warm and possessive that only ever seemed to surface fully around you.
“You sit here looking this pretty and expect me to survive twelve hours away from you,” she said quietly. “Feels cruel honestly.”
You laughed softly despite the heat creeping across your face and Baran’s expression softened immediately at the sound.
“There’s my girl,” she murmured.
Every time she said it your chest tightened.
Her hand slid higher beneath the hoodie resting around your thighs, slow enough to make you hyperaware of every inch of movement. She was not rushing. Baran never rushed you when she got like this. She seemed to enjoy drawing reactions out slowly, watching you unravel piece by piece beneath her attention.
The television still played quietly somewhere behind you both but neither of you had paid attention to it for a long time now.
Baran kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand settling firmly at the back of your neck while the other remained warm against your thigh. You melted into her immediately, fingers curling against the fabric of her scrubs while she tilted your head slightly to kiss you exactly how she wanted.
There was something unfair about the combination of exhaustion and confidence in her tonight. Her voice rough from a twelve-hour shift. Her hands heavy and warm against your body. The tired affection in every touch making you feel completely adored while she slowly worked you into a flustered mess in her lap.
A soft sound escaped your throat when her lips brushed beneath your jaw again.
Immediately she hummed approvingly against your skin.
“So responsive tonight,” she murmured quietly. “Missed me that badly?”
You buried your face briefly against her shoulder instead of answering and felt her laugh softly beneath your hands.
“Baby.”
The word came out low and warm enough to make your stomach flip.
Baran tipped your chin upward gently until you looked at her again. There was something impossibly fond in her expression now despite the obvious exhaustion still weighing down her features.
“You know I love when you get shy for me,” she said softly.
Your face burned hotter instantly which only made her smile widen slightly.
Rain continued tapping steadily against the windows while Baran’s hands moved slowly over your body beneath the hoodie, comforting and affectionate and just teasing enough to keep your pulse racing. She looked at you like she could stay here forever. Like after an entire day spent dealing with noise and stress and strangers, this was the only thing she wanted now.
You shifted slightly in her lap and immediately felt her hands tighten instinctively at your waist.
“Careful,” she murmured softly.
The warning in her voice was gentle but enough to send another wave of heat through you.
Baran noticed every reaction immediately. The way your breathing changed. The way your thighs pressed together. The way your eyes kept dropping toward her mouth before darting away again.
“So needy,” she said quietly, not mocking. Affectionate if anything. “Been sitting here all evening thinking about me coming home and touching you.”
Your silence answered for you.
A slow smile spread across her face while she brushed her thumb lightly along your jaw.
“Thought so.”
Then she kissed you again, lingering and warm, pulling you impossibly closer against her chest while the rain and television noise faded entirely into the background.
Mwah!!!! Xxxx
Pope Cody! Who Can’t Share (Drabble)
Summary: Drabble: Pope Cody doesn’t do casual love. Not with you.
CW: possessiveness, obsessive behavior, jealousy, unhealthy attachment, controlling tendencies, implied violence/intimidation, angst, toxic relationship dynamics.
An: stared watching animal kingdom recently… omfg … also my first pope fic, hope ya like x
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Pope Cody! Who notices the second somebody’s eyes stay on you too long.
Pope Cody! Who goes completely still when another man smiles at you.
Pope Cody! Who keeps one hand wrapped around your wrist the entire walk back to the car afterward, grip just a little too tight.
Pope Cody! Who asks, “you know him?” in that calm voice that means he’s already angry.
Pope Cody! Who stares people down until they look away first.
Pope Cody! Who steps between you and everybody else without even thinking about it.
Pope Cody! Who watches your reactions more than the actual person talking to you.
Pope Cody! Who hears you laugh at somebody else’s joke and suddenly can’t breathe right.
Pope Cody! Who gets meaner when he feels insecure.
Pope Cody! Who keeps pulling you closer during parties like he needs everyone there to understand something.
Pope Cody! Who rests his hand around your throat so casually but it doesn’t scare you.
Pope Cody! Who says “stay close” like it’s an order, not a request.
Pope Cody! Who hates when people think they can have access to you.
Pope Cody! Who sees somebody flirt with you once and remembers their face forever.
Pope Cody! Who asks too many questions afterward but acts like he doesn’t care about the answers.
Pope Cody! Who gets quiet for hours after somebody touches your arm.
Pope Cody! Who looks at you with this awful mixture of devotion and paranoia.
Pope Cody! Who thinks losing you would actually kill him.
Pope Cody! Who starts fights over things he can’t explain.
Pope Cody! Who keeps checking if you’re still beside him in the middle of the night.
Pope Cody! Who wakes up angry from dreams about you leaving.
Pope Cody! Who acts detached right until somebody threatens what’s his.
Pope Cody! Who grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while he asks, “you want him instead?”
Pope Cody! Who already sounds hurt before you even answer.
Pope Cody! Who doesn’t know how to love normally, only completely.
Pope Cody! Who follows your gaze across a room and immediately hates whoever’s standing there.
Pope Cody! Who gets this cold look in his eyes whenever someone gets too comfortable around you.
Pope Cody! Who says “she’s with me” in a tone that ends conversations instantly.
Pope Cody! Who scares himself with how angry he gets over you.
Pope Cody! Who would rather destroy everything than watch somebody take you from him..
Mwahhh xxxxx
You Haven’t Slept Yet
Summary: Jack comes home from a night shift to find his girlfriend still awake, overwhelmed by her master’s degree and on the verge of burnout.
Content warnings: established relationship, academic stress, crying, exhaustion, burnout, sleep deprivation, mild angst, emotional comfort.
Wc: .9k
An: just a short self-indulgent one because I’m currently in the depths of my msc dissertation lol! Hope u enjoy x
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The key scraped against the lock twice before the door finally opened.
Jack came in quietly out of habit, shoulders sagging beneath the weight of a twelve hour shift and another forty minutes of traffic on top of it. The early morning light followed him through the doorway in pale streaks, washing the flat in cold gold. He shut the door with his hip and dropped his bag beside it, already loosening the collar of his scrubs.
Then he saw you.
You were still sitting at the kitchen table exactly where he’d left you the evening before. Your laptop screen glowed weakly beside a stack of books and highlighted papers. Empty mugs cluttered the table. Your hair was a mess. Your eyes were red.
And you were crying so quietly he almost missed it.
Jack’s exhaustion disappeared all at once.
“Hey,” he said softly.
You startled, immediately scrubbing at your face like you’d been caught doing something embarrassing instead of heartbreaking.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you when you got in.”
His face pulled into a frown. “I wasn’t asleep.”
A watery laugh escaped you at that. You looked awful. Completely wrung out. The kind of tired that sat somewhere deeper than sleep.
Jack crossed the room without another word. He crouched beside your chair first, one hand settling carefully against your knee as his eyes moved over the disaster spread across the table.
“You’ve been up all night?”
You nodded once.
“I can’t do it.” Your voice cracked instantly. “I genuinely think I’m too stupid for this course.”
Jack’s expression softened in a way that always made something ache inside your chest. He leaned back against the cabinet beside you with a tired sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before speaking.
“Sweetheart, I just spent ten hours watching two residents argue over whether somebody’s appendix was left or right sided pain. One of them went to Yale. You’re not stupid.”
Despite yourself, another small laugh escaped you, shaky and wet.
“I mean it,” he continued quietly. “You’re exhausted. There’s a difference.”
You shook your head. “No, Jack, I don’t think you get it. Everyone else on my course is handling this. Everyone else understands the reading and they’re publishing papers and doing presentations and I can’t even finish one chapter without feeling like my brain’s melting out of my ears.”
He listened without interrupting, which somehow made it worse. Or better. With Jack it was hard to tell. He had this way of letting you unravel completely without making you feel pathetic for it.
You pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes. “I’ve been staring at this stupid analysis section for three hours and every time I write something it sounds wrong. I don’t even know what my supervisor wants from me anymore.”
Jack looked at the screen for a moment like he could somehow diagnose the problem the same way he diagnosed patients.
Then he reached over and shut the laptop.
“Jack.”
“Nope.”
“I need to finish it.”
“You need to stop crying at a kitchen table at nine in the morning.”
You opened your mouth to argue but he was already standing, gently pulling you up with him. The second you were upright your body folded towards him automatically, exhaustion finally winning out. Jack caught you easily, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other settled against the back of your head.
The smell of antiseptic and hospital coffee clung to his scrubs. Usually you teased him about it. Today it just felt comforting.
He rested his cheek against your hair and spoke quietly.
“I know this feels massive right now, I know it feels like if you don’t get this perfect immediately then everything falls apart. But you’re running yourself into the ground trying to prove something that already exists.”
You swallowed hard against the tightness in your throat.
“You are one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. Not because you know every answer all the time but because you care this much. Because you work for it. Because even after sitting here all night miserable and exhausted you still kept trying.”
His thumb brushed slowly along your back.
“Do you know how many people quit when things get difficult?”
You muttered something against his chest that sounded suspiciously like, “Probably loads.”
“Exactly. But you don’t.” His voice gentled further. “And that’s why you’re going to be fine.”
The tears started again then, quieter this time. Less sharp around the edges.
Jack just held you through it.
After a while he spoke again, sleep roughness creeping into his voice.
“Come to bed for a few hours.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“My draft…”
“Will still be there at noon. Unfortunately.”
You huffed another weak laugh and felt him smile against your hair.
He pulled back just enough to look at you properly. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes and there was a crease between his brows from the shift he’d just finished, but all his attention stayed fixed on you like nothing else existed.
“I don’t need you to be brilliant all the time,” he said quietly. “I just need you.”
Something inside you cracked open at that.
Jack noticed immediately, because of course he did. He always did.
He kissed your forehead softly then gathered both your hands in his.
“Bed. Now. Doctor’s orders.”
“You are literally the worst doctor imaginable.”
“Correct,” he replied solemnly. “But luckily you’re dating me for my personality.”
For the first time all night the laugh that escaped you felt sincere, and not out of pure frustration.
Jack smiled tiredly at the sound of it and squeezed your hand before leading you away from the table, leaving the half finished work and the cold coffee behind for a few precious hours.
Mwah xx