If you are down to write another TikTok trend, how about asking Jack in front of a server if you can order fries instead of the salad or something like that? Thank you!
These TikTok trends are so fun to write!! I apologize for how late I am to responding to this request, but my spring term of school was really intense. It got a little dirty at the end, but that’s on brand for me (and Jack). Anyway, I hope you like this <3
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Bored and tipsy at a “team” dinner with some of the nightshift doctors, you decided to fuck with Jack. Your much older boyfriend wasn’t on TikTok, so he was not up to date with the latest trends. Recently, you’d been greatly amused by the videos where women pretended to need their man’s permission to order food.
Your best friend, Shen, was sitting at the other side of the table. The two of you were always up to no good. He’d been begging you to try this trend with Jack and film it for him. It was almost impossible to get the older doctor on camera, but witnessing this live would be even better.
As the waiter approached, you made eye contact with Shen and winked. He raised an eyebrow and watched to see what was coming. As soon as he realized what you were doing, his eyes widened and he held back a grin. Poor Jack had no clue what was about to happen.
The rest of your friends ordered, and then came your turn. Holding it together, you turned to Jack and asked sweetly.
“Is it okay if I order a steak and fries instead of the salad?”
Bewildered by your request, Jack stared at you, and his mouth gaped like a fish. Why were you asking his permission to order what you wanted? God, the waiter probably thought that he was a complete asshole. With flushed cheeks, he finally gathered himself and responded.
“Of course, babygirl. Get whatever you want.”
“Thank you.”
The waiter was also unaware of what you were doing, but he was kind enough to mind his own business. As soon as he was gone, both you and Shen erupted into giggles. Jack looked mortified, but he relaxed slightly at the sight of you enjoying yourself. In spite of it being at his expense, your man would do anything to put a smile on your face. He waited until you’d calmed down to question what the hell had just happened.
“What was that about? Is it an internet thing?”
That only served to make you start laughing again. The pure confusion in Jack’s voice was hilarious. It took a second for you to get it together, and then you explained.
“It’s a TikTok trend. Shen’s sent me like twenty of ‘em.”
Of course, it was Shen’s idea. Jack rolled his eyes and sent an unamused glance in the direction of his fellow attending. Beaming, Shen was unbothered and he just shrugged. He couldn’t resist teasing Jack.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re too old to know the trends.”
You tried to stifle it, but your best friend’s comment made another soft giggle escape you. Jack shook his head and pretended to be disappointed. He had tricks of his own, and he leaned over to whisper in your ear.
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
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What do you think about Andrew Cody’s gf buying him a bunch of clothes that he would never buy or try on. She tells him that no one will ever see him in them but he thinks he would look hot in some of the outfits. I think the idea of him standing in an outfit with his normal resting face would be hilarious! But he does it for his girl because it makes her happy!
he is soooo cute!
standing in the middle of the dressing room, curtain wide open while you blabber about his “color palette”. he has no idea what that even means but your eyes are shiny and your lips are painted with a smile he can’t deny.
“i can’t figure out if you’re a winter or an autumn” you tilt your head while you hold up a dark blue button down and a maroon one, debating which of the two makes his eyes pop the most.
“i was born in summer baby you know that” he grunts, hands hitching down his sides to grab you and get the hell out from that dressing room.
you giggle shaking your head and placing the dark blue shirt on top of his chest “i know that silly… i meant as colors undertones”
pope blinks, still not really getting what’s going on in your bright mind “try this on please?” you coo.
“baby that’s the tenth shirt i’ve put on” he complains but still takes off his shirt, revealing his muscled, freckled chest.
“but this is a different one c’mon!” your manicured nails help him with the buttons and with the collar, fixing it with the pads of your fingers. you look at his reflection in the mirror and nod your head “yup! you’re definitely a winter”
he has no idea what you’re blabbing about but you seem happy, and he’d do anything for his girl to be happy.
If you feel the inspiration for it, would love more bulking!jack. What happens when he does find out what they are staring at? Or more of him catching them staring and everyone seems to know except him?
Jack does not figure it out, he has no clue why you look at him so much or why he catches you staring from the other side of the er. but he ones overheard Ellis teasing you, something about a coworker, amd he can't help but walk a little slower to hear a bit more.
"shut up, he is our attending" you yell in a whisper, trying to keep Ellis from shouting at the whole pittsburgh how patheticly flustered you get when Abbots scrubs hug his arms just the right way.
"but you stare at him like he isn’t, he is clueless, don't worry" she winks at you before leaving your side.
Jack felt his ego boost that night and he can't help but to show off a bit. like never getting bigger scrubs, never. he makes sure that you are watching when he carries something from one side to the other, he crosses his arms over his chest more, smirking at the sight of you trying to look at him in the eyes.
"i should put the donuts aside" he says one morning at the park, his leg tired, low voice and messy hair "the scrubs are getting tight"
"what? no-" you blur out, too tired to think before speaking "i mean, you can get bigger ones..."
Jack lets out a quiet laugh "so it was me you and Ellis were talking about, uh?"
I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
