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28 | Molly | She/Her | British | Currently obsessed with Andrew Cody, Jack Abbot and Sammy Bryant 🫶🏻

[nervous-turtle]

Pope saying the sweetest thing imaginable, I'm talking Shakespeare level love language ripped from the deepest part of his soul and you start crying because he's the cutest, he's moved you so much and you love him and he's like "why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" No Andrew you cute mf, come here 😭

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

Reader telling people Jack Abbot is bowlegged from the rickets he had during his childhood in the Great Depression, while Abbot is sitting by like:

Then he probably makes an unhinged prosthetic joke and reader is the only one not horrified

[nervous-turtle]

Jack doesn't know what a dilf is (ft Santos)

Jack gets called a dilf by two patients but he has no clue what that means. He made the mistake of asking Santos what it is.

"Omg stop!" Trinity couldn't help herself, her laughs wheezed out of her.

You rounded the corner, your eyebrows furrowed, silently asking what was going on.

"Dr Abbot doesn't know what a dilf is." She blurted out.

Your eyes widened, your lips forming an 'o' shape.

"I-" Jack stuttered. "Two patients said I was a dilf and I didn't know what to say."

"Oh." Is all you could say.

Seeing Trinity still losing her composure you look back at Jack as he asks "Is it a bad thing?"

"Dr Abb-" you started but a light chuckle escaped you, breaking the sentence. "It's not a bad thing, don't worry." You smiled, a crease still on your lips.

"Ok-ay."

"It means your attractive." Your mouth moved faster than your mind. "They find you attractive. It stands for Daddy I Like to Fuck."

Santos walked away, she would erupt if she stayed.

"Oh." Jack repeated what you'd said thirty seconds ago. "But I'm not - I don't have children."

As Trinity was still in earshot, you both heard a hearty laugh as she slipped into the break room.

"You don't have to be a dad to be-" your lips thinned into a straight line but you carried on. "-to be a daddy."

Silence. Confusion.

"You could probably get their numbers if you wanted to." You giggled as you walked past him.

You left him to deal with that however he wanted.

[nervous-turtle]

Pope Cody having issues with your bra clasp

You can feel his frustration building up with how fast his digits try to move on your back, his fingers seemingly too think to unhook the clasp.

"Fuck this." He says as he looks you in your eyes. "Sweetheart, is this one of your favourite bras?"

Confused you answer with squinted eyes, "No, not inparticular."

"Good." He grabbed the fabric with both hands and, with one sharp tug, tore it clean down the middle.

"Andy!" You giggled, half scandalised, half amused.

He looked at you hungrily, satisfied with himself before lifting you over his shoulder and taking you to the bedroom.

[nervous-turtle]

Jack Abbot getting carried away

Jack is crazy about leaving love marks on you. Fingerprints, hickeys, handprints. He loves just knowing your his. Always in places that can't be seen to others though, like your thighs, your bum and your breasts. That is until you remember you have your smear test with the gynecologist that Jack happens to be pretty good friends with. Your inner thighs are covered in hickeys and bite marks and your gyno just can't help but smirk a little. They're too professional to say anything to you but Jack was definitely going to go beet red the next time they went out for a drink.

[nervous-turtle]

Pope being hurt but doesn't realise (adrenaline) and is all over reader because she has a little cut on her arm. All his brothers shouting 'POPE!' Trying to get him to look at his wounds but he's just fussing over you until you yell 'ANDREW!' And it's that moment he realises he has blood gushing down his thigh. Please someone take care of this damaged boy :'(

[nervous-turtle]

Being bold with Jack Abbot | MDNI

3am and you're exhausted. You go to the break room in search of coffee only to find your favourite attending stood over the ancient machine making it's last protested gurgle.

"You look awful." You joked as you walked into the small room. He was slightly slumped over the counter, eyes shadowed by his dark circles.

"Thanks." He laughed, straightening his back. His eyes drifted over you for a second too long. "You on the other hand..." His smile deepened. "You look unfairly put together for three in the morning."

You poked your tongue out to lick your lips as you fell into a small giggle.

It's been like this for months. You and him being flirtatious, hovering over eachother for longer than needed, catching his eyes from accross the ER.

You stepped closer, brushing his shoulder to reach for a mug. You felt bold.

"You see these two fingers here?" You raise your left hand wiggling your ring and middle finger.

"Yes. Your digitus annularis and your digitus medius." Always the doctor you thought.

You leaned closer to him, resting your right hand just above his hip as you whispered in his ear,

"These are the fingers I pumped into my pussy..." your lips hovered above the shell of his ear, "...just before shift. Thinking of you."

His fingers circled your elbow before he'd even seemed to decide to move. Not rough but careful. As though he couldn't trust himself with anything firmer, pulling back so he could see your face. "Sweatheart. Careful now. I'm your senior."

His expression never wavered, but the breath he drew in wasn't steady. It caught somewhere in his chest before escaping in a measured exhale, the only crack in an otherwise practiced composure.

"That's the thing Dr. Abbot, that kinda does something for me." You bit your lower lip never breaking eye contact.

This was wrong. You are his staff, he has a duty of care over you. His breathing laboured and his eyes drifted to your lips, if only for a second, before snapping back to your eyes. He hoped you'd missed it. You didn't.

"This is highly inappropriate." His voice was low enough that only you could hear it. "I'm your attending." He repeated it as if reminding himself rather than you.

You drop your digits onto his lips, slowly moving them down onto his chin.

"Would you like me to stop Dr. Abbot?" You smirked at him.

He went still but found his lower jaw dropping ever so slighlty. Daring you. Inviting you in. You couldn't help the big grin pulling at your mouth and you brought your fingers to the tip of his tongue, the ones you please yourself with.

His tongue felt rigid but your fingers glided over it with ease, pushing in until his lips wrapped around your knuckles. You didn't notice when he had shut his eyes but he was fully under your control just waiting for you to try something else.

You slowly pulled your wrist back feeling his warm lips falter around your fingers, his tongue now placid around your fingertip. Slowly, you dipped them back in, pushing past his tongue until he reached your knuckles again and you heard the faintest moan catch in his throat. You pulled them out entirely now and watched his eyes open heavily.

He stared at you for a long moment, saying nothing. The silence stretched until it became its own answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough around the edges. "When this shift is over..." He swallowed once. "May I take you to breakfast?"

"Dr. Abbot, I would love to." You smile. "Oh but you might wanna take care of this before heading back out there."

Your fingertips brushed the front of his scrub trousers for the briefest moment before you stepped away, taking his coffee.

"You should probably compose yourself, Doctor." His gaze followed you to the door. "Wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

[accidentallyvenus]

jerking pope off and he’s such a baby about it, he tries to be quiet and stay still but he can’t help it just feels so fucking good when u run ur thumb over his leaky tip.

he’d grab ur wrist to try and slow u down so he doesn’t cum so fast begging u to slow down.

“cmon p-please jesuss—”

his mouth hung open with hot huffs of breath fanning against ur face and soft pleas as his forehead connects with the crook of ur neck.

i think about this scene A LOT

[nervous-turtle]

Fuckkk this got me 🥵

[nervous-turtle]

Sammy Bryant being a menace

Sammy teasing you about something and you pulling away when he gets closer. He's mortified, he hates the feeling of that even if it is just you playing along with his jests.

"What, come 're baby, you know I'm teasin'!" He calls and he grabs your arm pulling you in for a kiss but you pull away again giggling like " Well you should behave then if you want a kiss Sammy." And you start running away from him, practically making him chase you around the house, just waiting for them big hands to claw around your waist and pull you into deep smooch. URGHHH

[nervous-turtle]

Watching a horror film with Pope

Andrew wasn't really one to watch tv or films much but once he met you, he'd do anything to stay close to you. If watching something on the tv meant he could wrap his arms around you and hold you tight, it was a win for him. He wouldn't admit it but he loves it when you watch any kind of spooky film or anything that makes you bury your head in the side of his neck because that scene was just a bit too gory for you.

He'd hold you tighter and in his signature, serious Pope Cody tone whisper in your ear, "It's okay baby, I got you. Nothing can hurt you while I'm around." And you'd kiss his cheek sweetly and slowly move your head to look back at the screen, your face still touching his. Because yes, he'll always protect you from the real monsters out in the world, but he'd also protect you from make-believe ones too.

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[finnwaller]

If I'm not supposed to condone violence, why'd they make it so hot?

[nervous-turtle]

Masterlist

So I only have two fics atm but thought I'd make a masterlist anyway. They are both 18+ so minors please DNI! Hope you enjoy 😘

Javier Peña:

Javier Peña x Female!Reader (*) (Just a slutty drabble)

Joel Miller:

Bad day (*) (Joel's feeling frustrated so you help him out)

[buildoblivion]

lets have phone sex over walkie talkies

[rninor-blog]

“bend over” “bend what? over”

[striderofthen0rth]

I hate this place

[carolsturka]

#just 2 girls

[stars-bean]

Doctor Who | "Star Beast"