idk why tumblr is not letting me edit my masterlist so iâll make this one
i wonât write for shawn hatosy but will for his characters, so far only jack abbot and pope cody (bear with me on pope bc i just started animal kingdom)
hello jack â in which jack canât reach you
two part story: move on â in which jack stays for you / hang on â in which jack leaves for you
demons â in which jack blames you for his own mistake
the deal â in which you and jack canât help but fall
safe haven â in which no words need to be exchanged to know what jack needs
ramblings â in which jackâs plan backfires
snowballing â in which jack lets a misunderstanding snowball
two part story: out with the old â in which you are craigâs friend in need and pope meets you / in with the new â coming soon
I just picture Jack helping to lace your corset up that you desperately wanted to wear. Jack finds you really hot and fucking you with it on before going out to get drinks with some friendsâŚ
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n he slowly bends you over the bed, running his hands all along your waist n down your back, playing your assâslapping and pulling your cheeks apart. taking out his cock to fuck it between your panties, grabbing your hips with both hands as he throws his head back, dick slipping between your folds, easily sliding inside youâcausing you both to moan out.
fucks you so slow, ass slapping his pelvis every time he pulls you on his cock. loving the way your skirt is bunched up, the way you look all messy in the bed, face down in your corset.
âlook at you, baby. so fucking beautifulâcouldnât help myself, shit.â he empties inside you, pulling your panties back to cover your pussy, helping you stand up, skirt falling back to the ground as you go to the event, sticky n filled with his cum. âĄ
summary: in which you are craigâs friend in need and pope meets you
pairing: andrew pope cody x female!mexican!reader
warnings: fluff, mentions about violence, a bit of angst, bear with me on the inaccuracies from animal kingdom, i just started season two for the first time but i needed to scratch this itch
disclaimer: first time writing for pope; even though reader is mexican (bc im mexican), thereâs not a lot of stuff about mexico or reader talking much in spanish (itâs always been easier to make my writing in english but i try to make readers as neutral as possible so anyone could fit in it)
Craig and Pope were scouting a pharmacy that not only sold one type of drugs when his phone rang. He almost sent it to voicemail if it werenât for your name as the caller ID. He rushed to answer, not caring that the phone was connected to the truck, or that his brother would hear what you were about to say next. Because Craig knew what you calling meantâŚ
âY/N, you alright?â The long haired brother asked you.
âYeah⌠Craig? Iâm ready.â Your soft voice wrapped around the closed space and Pope frowned in confusion.
âIâll call you when I get to the border and then when I enter Tijuana, okay?â Craig told you, gesturing at Pope to start driving.
âOkay.â You said, voice timid and almost frightened.
âEverything will be alright. Iâll be there soon.â Craig reassured you and both of you hung up.
âWho the fuck was that?â Pope asked, sounding rude but not meaning to.
âIâll tell you later. Right now, I need you to take me back to my truck so I can go to Tijuana.â Craig told him.
âWant me to go with you?â Pope wasnât going to lie and say he hadnât been interested in knowing who was the owner of the soft voice. Although he hoped you werenât as close to Craig as you appeared to be. He couldnât fall for another girlfriend of his brothersâ.
âNot a good idea. She might freak out.â Craig told him as he texted you to be kept updated.
âI wonât freak her out.â Pope said lowly.
âDidnât mean you. Sheâs⌠listen, just give me the chance to get her in and Iâll explain everything later.â
As soon as Pope pulled behind Craigâs truck, the latter jumped out and started the car, briefly making sure he had his passport in the glove box. Once that was done and he connected his phone via bluetooth, he sped off.
Pope didnât move from Craigâs place. He felt the urge to know who was on the other side of the line. So he stayed put the four hours it took Craig to get to Tijuana and back.
It was almost six in the morning, sunrise already peeping and it was unusually cold for San Diego weather. Pope grabbed a hoodie from the backseat and put it on when he saw a set of headlights getting closer.
Craig parked in the driveway and got out of the car. Instead of helping you out like Pope thought he would, Craig instead walked up to him and knocked on his window.
âWhat the fuck, man?â Craig ran his fingers through his hair. âDid you really wait here all this time?â Pope was silent, his face giving nothing away. âFine, come on in. Least you can do is help me with her bags.â Pope was still silent but he was swift in getting out of his car, quickly stretching his limbs after four hours of just sitting.
Craig got to your door and before you stepped out, he explained the situation. âItâs my older brother. Heâs⌠well, heâs got a very specific personality. And a staring problem but he is harmless.â
âNo worries.â You reassured him. âIâve dealt with worse.â Craig softened at your words, knowing you undermined your experiences with sarcasm as your mechanism of defense.
Craig stepped out from your door and helped you out, closing it behind you. Pope had been taking your bags from the trunk, neatly placing them beside him when the door closed. When he looked up at the owner of the sweet voice, his mind froze along with his body for you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
âI thought the staring bit was you joking.â You told Craig as you stepped closer to his brother. âHi, Iâm Y/N.â You extended your hand and for a moment, Pope just looked at it. You almost put it down, the action now border lining on awkward when he took it at last and shook your hand.
âHello, Iâm Andrew.â His voice was gravelly.
âOkay, itâs cold as fuck out here. Letâs get you inside so you can rest.â Craig said, as he walked past you and grabbed two of your bags. Pope nodded and grabbed the other two bags, waiting for you to walk in front of him.
As you stepped inside Craigâs house, he directed you towards his guest room and placed your bags near the door, Pope doing the same but he left immediately after, not giving you a chance to thank him.
âSo the bathroom is behind that door and the closet on that other one.â Craig told you, pointing at the respective doors. âYou hungry? Or you want to get some sleep?â
âI think Iâll take a shower and then sleep.â You said and he nodded, leaving you to it to give you privacy.
Before closing the door, he peeked back inside. âIâm really glad you decided to come here. And if you donât mind I have to explain all this to Pope, he gets⌠weird about stuff.â
âPope?â
Craig scratched the back of his neck. âAndy⌠weâve always called him Pope.â He explained.
You nodded. âCan you just be as vague as possible?â You hoped.
âSure thing.â Craig said, closing the door. He went back to his kitchen where Pope was having a glass of orange juice. âSo thatâs Y/NâŚâ He started, sitting on the kitchen table as well. âI met her in Tijuana once by accident. She patched me up and⌠she was in a bad situation. She needed to get out of her house and Iâm helping her start a new life here.â
âAre you dating her?â Was all Pope asked her after a moment of silence.
âWhat? No, look man, try to approach her slowly or not at all. Sheâs had it tough and the last thing I want for her is to get overwhelmed.â Craig explained, rubbing his eyes, heavy with sleep.
âHave you slept with her?â Pope asked, he needed to know what you meant to Craig.
âJesus, Pope, what the fuck?â Craig whisper-yelled at his brother, looking back in case you had decided to leave your room but the sound of the shower going relaxed him. Although he couldnât blame Pope for asking, he knew he had a reputation. âNo and I wonât. I donât see her like that and I could never afterâŚâ
âAfter what?â Pope inquired, his interest on you not minimizing at all.
âShe asked me not to be specific about her situation so you have to promise not to tell anyone about it.â Pope nodded and Craig continued. âShe was in an abusive relationship when I met her. I didnât know and I flirted with her, she panicked. I noticed the bruises and gave her my number if she needed help. We kept in touch and told her to call me if she wanted out. Her partner doesnât have a visa and she does so I offered her a new life.â
âI understand.â Pope said, his features softening a little. âI wonât tell anyone.â
âThanks, man. Now if you donât mind, get out of my house so I can sleep.â Craig said, getting up from the chair.
âIâll stay and cleanâŚâ Pope said, looking around at his brotherâs almost pig sty in disgust. âThis place is not suited for her.â
âWell fuck me for not having this place emergency ready.â Craig said, exasperated.
âYeah, exactly.â Pope said, as he started on the mount of dishes on the sink.
Two hours had gone by, kitchen was now spotless and Pope was now dusting the shutters from the small living space when you stepped out of the room. He did a double take at the sight of you. Your eyes were more tired than before but with the shower, you felt lighter. Your hair was still damp, transpiring onto your shirt and Pope could see the outline of your nipple through the fabric. He swallowed hard and went back to the shutters.
âYou donât sleep?â You asked him as you stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the orange juice. You moved around, softly opening cabinets to find a glass.
âTop right.â Pope simply said. âAnd I will after I finish cleaning.â
You thanked him and stood on your tiptoes to grab a small glass. Pope couldnât help but stare at your frame until half of you was hidden by the table. âI can help youââ
âNo.â Popeâs tone was clipped. âYou should rest, arenât you tired?â
âYeah, Iâll justâŚâ You trailed off, not sure what you wanted or needed anymore.
âYou are hungry, arenât you?â Pope said as he left the duster by the windows and stepped into the kitchen, going for the sink to wash his hands. âI think Craig has some eggs and bacon, sit.â
You didnât feel threatened by Andrewâs tone of voice but you felt like listening to his order. It was soothing in a way, as opposed to all the times you were told to do something and your body freezing in fear. âThanks.â You mumbled.
âI like them sunny side up. I will make them that way, is that okay?â You couldnât help but stare at him as he took out the ingredients from the fridge and then all you could see was his broad back in front of the stove. He was particular in certain aspects and that peeked your interest.
âI love them sunny side up.â You told him truthfully. It was strange this new aspect of things. Being told things were going to be done a certain way but still making sure you were on board with it. Sadly, it was a known, familiar feeling but this one didnât have you tensing up. And it sounded crazy even to your ears but Andrewâs personality was what you needed to feel more at ease at the prospect to start a new life if that made sense.
Neither of you spoke again until he handed you a perfectly proportioned plate. The bacon impossibly straight and the yolk in the middle of the whites. You were impressed but Pope took it as a bad sign.
âSomething wrong?â He asked, voice gravelly.
âNo, no.â You reassured him, offering a smile. âI just really like how it looks.â You said sheepishly. âI donât want to mess it up.â
Andrew was beyond confused and he didnât like it but he did too? He had never been met with this sort of response from others. His family always made fun of it or mocked him and even though Lena liked them too, he also had to explain to her his way of doing things and though he loves his niece, it was tiring explaining why he did things when it felt normal to him.
âI, uhââ Pope was at a loss of words so he decided to look at his plate and eat instead of babbling in front of the prettiest girl.
You didnât know if you had offended Andrew so you ate in silence like him, also looking down at your plate.
âMay I ask you a question?â You broke the silence again, once you were done with the most delicious meal you had tried in years. Pope grunted as he shoved a piece of bacon instead of saying something that might be unintelligible again. âDo you prefer Andrew or Pope?â
âEitherâs okay.â Andrew said, still not looking up.
âBut you introduced yourself to me as Andrew and yet your brother calls you Pope.â You insisted, yet you didnât know why it was important to you to know which one he preferred.
âEither is okay. Honestly, it doesnât matter.â Pope said, as if he had to accept what other people wanted for him.
âIt mattersâŚâ To me, you wanted to say. But you barely knew the man. âYou should decide what you want people to call you.â You said, barely audible. But Andrew heard. He always heard. He always paid attention. But it was also unsettling how someone else paid attention to him.
âI think itâs better if you call me Andrew.â He said, voice firm. He didnât want to present himself as Pope, the criminal. Heâd rather want to just be Andrew to you. On the other hand, thinking how apparently his family called him Pope, he may not want you to get close to him so heâd rather you call him by his first name. âOr Andy, I donât mind.â He said and you relaxed a little. Okay, maybe Andy could be better than Pope.
âOkay⌠Andy.â You said with a smile.
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Ever since you met Andy, heâs been at Craigâs place every single day for the past two months. Heâs been the one stocking up the pantry and fridge, making sure you eat properly and not Craig. He didnât get to makes his stays longer by cleaning because you had taken care of that. Not even to clean what youâve already cleaned properly because you cleaned as good as him. He hated that. He also hated the fact that you started waitressing at Deranâs bar after just a week of being in San Diego. He felt like you needed to rest and find your footing but he couldnât tell you that exactly. He was trying to be supportive with you and he knew you needed this to keep yourself busy. So every evening heâd take you to your shift and wait for it to be over past midnight if he could. You were adamant he didnât need to do that but he also told you he wasnât asking. You felt bad for it but he always made you feel better by bringing you a snack when dropping you off. You decided not to push your limits with him. You didnât want to upset him so much one day that heâll do something he didnât think he could do to someone.
âTomorrowâs your night off, right?â Andy asked you, as he pulled over outside the bar.
âYeah.â You answered.
âListen,â He started, and you got nervous. âI have to do a thing with my brothers and I wonât be able to pick you up later.â You relaxed a little at his words.
âOh, yeah. No worries.â You reassured both him and you. You felt deflected, not because he wouldnât drive you but because you had gotten used to him and you were going to miss your daily routine.
âYes, I worry.â Andy said, looking at you on the passenger seat. He loved seeing you on his truck. Loved that you trusted him. âI will leave you the truck. As soon as your shiftâs over, you get in, lock the doors and drive to Craigâs. You get in his house and lock every door and window.â
âWait, whatâs going? Whatâs happening?â You couldnât help it. His tone, the orders, the concern had you freaking out.
âSweetheart, itâs okay.â Andy grabbed your shaky hands. âItâs okay. Everythingâs okay, you hear me? You trust me?â His voice was soothing and it was digging a tunnel through all your panic. âIâm here, baby, Iâm here.â His thumbs rubbed circles on your wrist, where your pulse was going haywire. âEverything is okay, you are okay. You are safe.â Andy promised, making you look at him straight in the eye. âYou trust me?â He whispered in a broken voice. Thatâs what brought you out of your panic.
âI do.â You whispered back.
âGood. Everythingâs okay, I just worry because of you getting out so late. And I wonât be able to be here and take you home. Why donât I tell Deran to let you off today? I can take you home andââ Andy rambled until you interrupted him.
âDonât worry, Andy. Thank you for worrying and Iâll go home straight after but donât leave me your truck, Iâll just get a ride with one of the other bartendersââ Andy interrupted you back.
âNo chance, you take the truck and Iâll pick it up later.â Andy told you. âJust drive carefully, donât get pulled over, okay?â He laughed a little and you relaxed further.
âHey, Iâm a great driver.â You joked back. âBut I promise to take care of your truck.â
Andy swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with the unfamiliar pounding in his chest.
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That night you got home, you texted Andy like promised. He replied right away.
âBuenas noches, cariĂąo.â
You smiled goofily at the screen and considered texting something again, liking the butterflies youâve felt since you met him but decided against it. You used the excuse of him being with his brothers, busy, and you didnât want to distract him. It was better to take things slow. You werenât even sure he liked you and as much comfort as he brought you, you had already lived a nightmare with someone you thought you had loved.
That text had been the last thing you heard from Andy for almost twenty four hours and you were really worried because not only had you not heard from him, but Craig hadnât come home either.
You had kept yourself busy by cleaning around the house, cooking and prepping meals for the week, doing laundry and it worked in parts but when there was nothing else to do, you walked back and forth in your room, wondering if you should try calling them but something stopped you. The familiarity of the silence and the things that could be done from the other side of the phone. And you werenât stupid. Whatever Craig and Andy were out doing with the rest of the Codys surely wasnât legal. Thatâs how you have met Craig, by doing something illegal and resolving it under the water âborder. You just hoped they were okay.
For the umpteenth time, you checked your window in hopes to see Craigâs truck and this time it was, alongside Andyâs. He was helping Craig get out of it and both seemed to be in bad shape. You ran towards the front door to help them inside. Andy frowned at you when you opened the door but you ignored him and instead helped him with taking Craig to a chair. You started assessing his injuries as Andy checked the cabinets for the first aid kit and handed it to you. You mumbled a quiet thank you but you couldnât shake off the intense gaze from Andy as you moved around Craig. Thankfully, it was minor cuts and scratches. He only needed stitching for his forehead and his lower lip.
âHey, babyâŚâ Craig slurred as he tried to grab your hands.
Andy scoffed and wrapped his arm around your waist, moving you behind him. âFucking stoned out of his mind, almost ruined the job.â You could sense that Andy was furious at his brother but his anger didnât scare you. He helped Craig up and walked him to his room.
You busied yourself with picking all the wrappers and used cotton balls. You saw Andy stepping back into the kitchen and smiled at him but he didnât smile back.
âDonât ever open the door like that.â
You didnât know what compelled you to talk back at a man with double the muscles you had. âI knew it was you.â Your scoffed.
âStill.â Andy groaned when he sat down on the chair Craig had previously used. âYou should have gone to your room and waited for me to come get you.â He said, as if that was the most casual thing to tell you.
âIâm not helpless.â
âDidnât say you were.â
You didnât say anything else. That argument could wait. What couldnât wait was the pain Andy was in as his breathing became shallower.
âStand up.â You told him, already grabbing his arm. He didnât refuse but he scoffed and winced. âWhat the fuck, Andrew? Youâre bleeding.â You said as your fingers touched the wet fabric. Carefully, you pulled his shirt up, looking at the long gash on his side, just beneath his ribs.
âIt looks worse than it is.â Andy mumbled. âAnd donât call me Andrew again.â He told you, eyes boring into you again as you got the kit closer and started cleaning his wound. âYou always call me Andy. Keep calling me Andy.â Or yours, he almost spilled but fought the urge and instead hissed at the antiseptic making contact with him.
âSorry, this is going to sting more. Iâm going to need to suture.â You told him and he didnât care for once about the injuries from a job. Your hands were warm and delicate against him, a feeling he liked but was afraid of liking too much in case you realize how weird people kept telling him he is.
âGo ahead.â
âI canât do it with you standing up. Hold this,â You told him and he placed his hand over the gauze. You took the kit and helped him to your room. âI need you to lay on the bed.â You helped him and realized how much more stiff he was than two minutes ago. You needed to act fast and suture him quick. You couldnât handle seeing him in this much pain.
Andy on the other hand, couldnât believe he was in your bedroom and now needing to lay on your bed. The bed you sleep in every day. With the pillows that smell like you, on top of the sheets that wrap your body. And now he was tainting your space, with his odor, the blood and the dirt from him. But as he looked at your gentle and concerned eyes, his negative thoughts went away. How had it been possible for someone to had had you, in all your glory and beauty and decided to hurt you, to make you feel inferior? How was it that they couldnât value the most beautiful woman to ever exist? How could he ever tell you that he had fallen for you after everything someone else put you through? How could he make you understand that he would go above and beyond for you?
âStop looking at me. I know what Iâm doing.â You told him, your eyes still focused on his side.
Andy swallowed and felt himself blush at being caught. âI wouldnât be here if I didnât trust you to know what youâre doing.â
âThen stop making me nervous.â You chuckled, trying to not be distracted by his gentle eyes.
âDo I make you nervous, cariĂąo?â Andy didnât know whether to feel flattered or nervous as well. With other people it was a bad thing, always complaining about his personality. With you thoughâŚ
âJust a tiny bit.â You whispered, feeling your cheeks getting warmer and Andy noticed and he decided you liked it.
Carefully, Andy cupped your cheek with his rough fingers, making sure not to mess up your process and pulled you down to his face. You felt your heart beating faster, not by nerves or fear. By wanting, by daring to want again.
His lips brushed yours, with care, with intent. Once and then again. You shivered in response, loving the feel of his warm breath against your lips. He closed the gap again, this time fully kissing you, tasting you, savoring you it felt. And you responded with the same intensity, with the same need.
It was until he hissed as he tried sitting up that you were brought back to the situation at hand. In your hands, you needed to finish the suture and have him take painkillers so he could sleep and rest.
âImma finish this.â You whispered and blushed again.
Andy smiled crookedly, adoring the way your skin looked flushed and your lips were the tiniest bit swollen and pinkish from his kiss.
âWould you like to go out with me sometime? Like on a date?â Andy broke the silence as you finished patching him up. He held his breath as he paid attention to your face and how youâd react to his proposal.
âAsk me again tomorrow, when you feel better from your wound.â He noticed your emotions had been put away under lock as you helped him sit on your bed.
âI feel fine just now.â Andy said, hating that he had said anything but he liked you and you liked him by the way you responded to his kiss.
âYou know I come with baggageâŚâ You told him, hating that you had stayed for so many years, just taking and accepting your faith.
âI come with baggage too.â Andy told you. âYou think Iâm not worth it?â
Your eyes snapped to his so fast. âYou are. Andy, you are great, donât ever think like that.â You told him, hoping that he wouldnât ever think of himself as unworthy again.
âThen whatâs the difference?â His fingers found your cheek and caressed your soft skin.
âI donât know.â You said, at a loss for words.
âI like you.â Andy told you, looking into your eyes. âDo you like me?â You nodded and Andy frowned. âI need words, cariĂąo.â
âTe quiero.â You told him and blushed.
âWhy are you blushing? What does it mean?â Andy chuckled at your bashful expression and squeezed your waist.
âMeans I like you too,â You told him, your fingers finding the nape of his neck, your tips feeling the softness of his auburn curls. âMeans I would like to go out with you.â You pecked his lips.
âReally?â
âSi.â You nodded. âNow you need to sleep though, you look tired.â
âI guess.â Andy stood up and helped you clean the aftermath of the suture, taking the kit back to the cabinet in the kitchen. You followed him out and frowned when you saw him grab his keys. âIâll pick you up tomorrow for your shift.â
âWait!â You stopped him as he walked to the front door. âItâs late, you shouldnât be driving.â
âDonât worry, cariĂąo. Iâll be okay.â Andy promised as he walked back up to you. He kissed your forehead.
âStay.â You whispered against his lips. âBedâs big enough and I⌠missed you.â
Andy groaned and closed his eyes. âI missed you so much.â The words felt painful to him. âI should sleep on the couch then, I donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
You shook your head. âYou have kept me grounded since I arrived, made me feel safe.â You told him, grabbing his hands and pulling him inside your room.
As Andy was about to close your door behind him, Craigâs door opened and he called out for him. Andy groaned and kissed your forehead. âGet ready for bed, Iâll be right back.â He told you and you nodded. He closed the door and cursed under his breath.
âPope?!â Craig whisper yelled and Andy shushed him.
âWith the amount of drugs you took I was hoping you wouldnât wake up untilââ
âItâs Y/N. We have a problem.â Craig said, voice serious as he handed Andy his phone, a single text from an unknown number.
âTell that bitch sheâs mine and Iâll come for her. She canât hide from me and Iâll kill whoever gets in my way.â
Andy was seconds away from crushing Craigâs phone but he needed to remain calm. And think. Think of the best plan of action to kill her ex husband first. Nobody would touch you and he would make sure of that. He would kill anyone who dare breathe near you. A slow, painful death.
âIâll handle it.â Andy said calmly and walked back to your room.
âPope!â Craig hissed but he knew it was useless. Once Andy got his mind on something, nothing could stop him. Not that he wanted to stop him but he was going to need help, help that would be hard for him to accept.
Andy took a deep breath and controlled his facial expressions as he got back in your room, the scent of you enveloping him, making him relax. He saw you already were tucked in, the warm light from the lamp on his side of the bed casting shadows on your face and he couldnât believe how more beautiful you could look.
You smiled at him, unknowingly, ignorantly, blissfully unaware and he vowed to keep it that way. You were done suffering at the hands of others and he would make sure of it.
But right now, getting into your bed, your body molding to his, and your fingers playing with his curls, he would enjoy this time.
Come tomorrow, he was on the hunt. And heâd die before anyone dare come close to you.
interested in how you think pope would be like initiating make up sex, or even break up sex? in the mood for a little more angst i guess!
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âi canât do this anymore!â you exclaim from your spot on the bed, clutching the comforter to your chest as you watch pope walk around the room, getting ready to leave with his brothers on a job.
he rolls his eyesâitâs always the same shit with you. worried about his safety, worried if heâs going to come home, make it in time for dinner. âitâs going to be fine, this should be a pretty easy lift, just a bank.â
you sniffle, a wave of frustration and sadness flowing through your body as you stand up, ânoâno iâm serious, andrew. iâm done. iâm not doing this anymore. feeling sick to my stomach every time you leaveâworried that youâll even come home. i canât do it!â
watching you stand there, hair all messy from sleep, naked body under the blanket, he takes a deep breathârealizing he needs to calm you down before he leaves. with outstretched hands he approaches you, âbabyâitâs alright. iâll be back, please donât cry.â
n you step back, head held confidently, âno. if you go, i wonât be here when you get back.â pope freezes for a second, in all your arguments like this, youâve never said something like that. he keeps walking towards youâsettling his hands on each side of your face, wiping your tears. slowly n softly, he nudges you, making you step backâthe back of your knees hitting the bed, laying you down.
âpopeââ you warn as he unfolds the blanket from your body, ignoring you. breathing picking up, he takes in your body, how fucking perfect you are, how fucking his. with you sprawled out on the bed, he lifts up, unbuttoning his jeansâtaking out his fat cock.
your body runs hot, unable to control the way your pussy responds to seeing him like this, âandrew! are you listening to me?â wordlessly he leans down, chest to chest as he kisses down your neck, rubbing his cock against your folds. you moan, arching your backâyou canât help it.
he hums, sliding into you easily, âyou wonât leaveâyouâll stay right here in bed n wait for me like the good little doll you are.â you whimper, feeling so full as he fucks you slowly, pumping in and out.
âcanât leave me. feel the way i fit perfectly into this pussy? sheâd miss meââ he fucks you faster, leaving you a mess under him, bed creaking with every thrust.
âsay it. say you wonât leave me.â he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks together, makes you look at him as you nod, mumbling, âw-wonât leaveââ
he releases you harshly, picking up your legs to throw over his shoulders, grunting, âgood.â
when andrewâs upset with you he doesnât really speak to you but heâs also too clingy to stop touching you ⌠so youâll be sitting on the couch ân pouting after an argument, and heâll just come up and stuff his face under your skirt and between your thighs, nuzzling against your panty covered pussy with his nose and mouth like itâs normal ⌠when you angrily whine his name and try to shove at his forehead, he only locks his arms around your thighs ân overpowers you, making you shiver.
âcalm down, donât wanna talk to you anywayââ he grumbles, making your frown deepen and your eyes sting with tears that you refuse to let spill. his gaze flickers down to your soft cunt thatâs still hidden away and undoubtedly getting messy, talking like itâs a separate person and not a part of his bratty girlfriend, âjust checking on my favorite girl.â
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
Summary: you help jack get through a holiday that he finds difficult, an iconic summer party, & share some exciting news.
Warnings: mentions of deployment, ptsd, & deployment. TONS of fluff, age-gap, established-relationship, mentions of pregnancy, soft dad to be!jack & medical inaccuracies.
Word Count: 2k+
Authorâs Note: hereâs the anticipated memorial day jack fic !! full of fluff & comforting him !! sorry if itâs kinda lame, i wasnât really sure how to end it/have it play out. but i hope you all still enjoy it !! <3
It was that time of the year again; the first of Jack Abbotâs annual summer parties of the yearâMemorial Day to be specific. It was just now hot enough in Pittsburgh that the pool had been opened, cleaned, and fully maintenanced.
The second that pool cover came off, you and Jack spent every free moment you got in it. Mostly just lounging in the slightly shallower end or on the pool steps; lemonade or waters in hand. The garden by the fence was coming up well; speckles of various plants growing up the length of the faded and chipped wood.
The grass had been mowed, grill cleaned off and ready for anything Jack would throw at it. The pool bar was stocked and cleaned. Jack was ready for it. He handled backyard parties the same way he handled the ED; meticulously and efficiently. He wiped down counters like he was cleaning up an OR. Mowed grass like he was threading a suture needle, and tended to the garden with hands so gentle youâd think he was performing an emergency procedure.
With about an hour until guests arrived, Jack opened the back sliding glass doorâpadding his way inside the air conditioned house. He wiped sweat already building at his brow and tugged off his shirt. He was going in the pool the second guests arrived anyways.
If there was one thing about Jack Abbot, itâs that heâs gonna be shirtless at his own home in the warm weather. He didnât care who saw or was coming over. He lived in basketball shorts and swim trunks, sometimes just his boxers when it was only the two of you at home.
Jack grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, letting ice cold condensation drip onto his neck and hands before untwisting the cap to take a long and needed sip. He huffed his way up the stairs, shaking his head about how it was too damn hot for stairs.
When he rounded the corner into your shared bedroom, he found it empty. The covers were thrown back on both sides; waiting to be made. The curtains were pushed back to let sunlight in, your vanity mirror light was on, and soft humming came from the cracked bathroom door.
âSweetheart?â, Jack called out, âYou in here?â
You poked your head around the corner; âMhm, just finishing putting my hair up.â
Jack plopped down on the bed, unhooking his prosthesis and reaching for the waterproof attachment you had already left out on the bed for him. He rubbed at his residual limb for a moment before attaching the new leg. It took him a second longer, hesitation with the weight of what the day actually was.
Memorial Day was never easy for Jackâhe hadnât slept as well as heâd liked the night before. Better than he wouldâve if he were still deployed, better than he wouldâve if you hadnât been there. His leg had thankfully decided not to send phantom pain up and down his limb and spine like lightning strikes. Still, you knew he was in his head; you could always tell before it fully even settled in for him where he was drifting.
His shoulders would get slightly stiffer, movements more rigid like he really had to try to stay upright. But the moment you reassured him with hands on his shoulders or around his waist to pull him closeâa soothing hand on his back; it all melted away for a moment.
When you finally came out of the bathroom, your hair was pulled up in a yellow claw clip. One of Jackâs favorite colors on you. Your bikini bottoms hugged your hips at the ties on each side; the top matched the same. Also a favorite of his.
You pulled a pair of striped flowy shorts on, and a tube top to match. Jack could only watch you in awe, taking in how you looked so relaxed and at ease. Jack could only describe you as glowing.
It was only when you bent slightly over your vanity to get a pair of earrings and then above your head for your sunglasses that Jack froze. His heartbeat immediately picked up as his eyes wandered over the tinyâbut now obviousâbump at the bottom of your belly. A soft curve that was finally showing proof ofâwhat you had both known for a few monthsâwas a little life.
You caught him staring when you looked back, stopping mid sentence when you caught his gaze.
âSo Robby said heâll bring some extra sodas if we need, but i donât thinkâJack?â, You trail off as you try to bend slightly to catch his eye; âWhatâs wrong?â
Jack shakes his head, swallowing onceâhis eyes barely flicking up to yours before they find their way back to your exposed skin.
âBabyâŚâ, He breathes, pulling you close by your hips. He hesitates for a moment before carefully letting his palm splay out against the small roundness of your skin; âYouâve popped.â
The touch was so soft, almost hovering like he was afraid heâd break you. His fingers twitched slightly against you as he moved his hand around, like heâs expecting to feel something; even though you both know itâs too early.
âYou think so?â, You ask, scrunching your nose up at him in disbelief.
He only nods, rising to his feet and carefully guiding you over to the mirror. Standing sideways with him behind you, staring at your small bump in the reflectionâyou finally see it.
A small swell that starts at your waist band and ends just above your navel. Not really there unless youâre looking for it, but still there.
âOhâ, You breathe, your eyes going wide as you find Jackâs for a moment in the mirror.
His hand splays over your bump again, covering it entirely as he lets his thumb rub soft circles into your skin. He bites his lower lip, eyes glued to the spot that has both of your attention now.
âI swear it was still flat yesterdayâ, You say, poking at your skin like itâll go away, not that you want it too.
Jack shakes his head; âCertainly wasnâtâŚâwouldâve seen it.â
His brows furrow a little, like heâs wrapping his head around it all over again; âThereâs actually a baby in thereâŚâ
You catch his expression and spin around in his arms, cupping his cheeks carefully in your hands; âOur baby, honey.â
Jack sighs and lets his eyes flutter close, forehead dipping against yours. You bump your noses together.
âHeyâŚâ, You say softly, guiding him gently to look at you; âYouâre not there anymore, youâre here, youâre safe, youâre home.â
His breath stuttered a little, a long sigh leaving his lips. His eyes stayed closed a moment longer.
Then, when he thought his knees couldnât buckle any more at the absolute weakness he had for you, you spoke; âWeâve got you, baby. Weâre right here.â
You place a soft hand over his, guiding him to lay it flat against your tiny bump again.
âThank youâŚâ, He breathes, his spiral coming down before it could even fully startâall the noise in his brain drifting away.
âYou sure youâre up to this today?â, You asks softly.
He nods almost immediately; âYeahâŚyeahâ, you watch the small smirk climb onto his lips; âCanât leave all the kids hanging, now can we?â
As much as he hid behind the humor of it, Jack wouldnât know what to do without himself if he cancelled everything. The party was a tradition of his, yes, but he also threw it as a distraction. A distraction to keep his head above water in a place he could actually enjoy himself on days like today that reminded him of way too much; and it worked.
No, Jack wasnât going to let himself think about all the what-ifs of how things shouldâve went in his life or how he never thought heâd get this; not when he had you reminding him he deserved every second of what he had now, right in front of him.
âI love youâ, You whisper.
He smiles softly at that; âI love you too.â
He kisses you then, lips soft against yours. He tastes like faint coffee and the watermelon he snuck a few pieces of while cutting it earlier. Sweet and so uniquely Jack.
âGuess weâre telling everyone today then, huh?â, You ask when the kiss breaks; âCanât really hide it anymore, especially in this suit.â
Jack laughs with a tsk of his tongue; âAfraid not, sweetheartâŚand youâre not changing that bikini, itâs my favorite.â
You pull at the curls on the back of his neck, just a small tug that you know he loves; âTrust me, I know it is.â
Thatâs when he lets his hand fall down your back and smacks your ass once, making you gasp into him; âJack!â
But heâs beaming; bottom lip between his teeth; âWhat? Gotta get it out before everyone gets here.â
You roll your eyes, but canât help from leaning forward to kiss him again. You wouldnât change him, not in a million years. Not when heâs so perfectly Jack. Your Jack.
The guests start to trickle in a little while later; Robby with a few extra cases of different sodas in tow as promised. Jack lead most of them to the backyard, letting you lounge in one of the chairs by the pool. With the way your laying all stretched out, your bump isnât very visible; easily passable as bloating or having a big breakfast.
You can hear Robby teasing Jack about something having to do with him being shirtless behind you, but you certainly werenât going to complain about it. Not with the view it gave you.
Guests settled in around you; mingling at the bar, surrounding Robbyâwho insisted on cooking somethingâaround the grill, some starting to make their way into the pool.
It was mostly night shift staff, a few stragglers from day shift that you and Jack had gotten close with over your time there. Dana appeared next to you shortly after greeting Jack; sitting in the lounge chair next to you.
âYou just gonna let him walk around looking like that?â, She smirks, peering over her glasses in Jackâs direction.
Every single freckle he has on his torso, back and arms are on display. His farmers tan thatâs slowly morphing into an entire body tan looks ridiculously good, and his biceps and pecsâdonât even get started on those.
âOh hell yeahâ, You say, gaze flickering between her and your husband, who youâre pretty much ogling now; âWhat a view.â
Dana laughs, shaking her head as she settles into the chair; âHey if he wasnât taken, I wasnât married and about fifteen years youngerâŚâ
âDana!â, You scold, but itâs all in fun.
You catch Jackâs eye then, whose expression immediately softens before he mouths a small; âYou ok?â
You nod in return, biting your lip before you relax further back into your chair; taking a sip of your lemonade that Jack had apparently made fresh that morning.
The chatter around you was music to your ears. Drinks clinking, people laughing, the soft humming of a lawn mower a few houses down. Getting in the pool later would be the icing on the cake for you, especially if Jack joined you.
Next thing you know, Jackâs standing over you, holding out a plate of food; âYour burger, mâlady.â
He bows in a dramatic fashion as you take it from him, leaning up to kiss him softly; âThank you, Jack. You didnât have to bring it to me.â
His brows furrow for a second before heâs smiling softly again, plopping down next to you and pulling your feet into his lap; âI know. But I want to, gotta take care of my girl.â
âYou gonna eat?â, You hum to which Jack nods.
âIn a little bit.â
Jack, ever the caring man; always making sure everyone was taken care of before himself.
You donât notice Dana and Robbyâs eyes on you from across the yard as Jack puts his hands to work massaging your legs, or the quiet whispers between them. Sure, Jack had always taken care of you, but ever since you told him you were pregnant? He waited on you hand and foot, didnât want you to move unless you absolutely had to, wouldnât let you lift a finger unless you beat him to it. To him, the two lives you carried were the most fragile and precious thing to him.
He made sure you were taken care of; and it was noticeable.
Robby noticed immediately when you were already in a lounge chair upon his arrival, how Jack intercepted the heavy soda he was carrying before you could move; throwing a soft look your way and a quiet; âI got it, you relax, sweetheart.â
Dana noticed the same, and more importantly; how you werenât in the pool yet. How you laid on the pool lounger, legs bunched up slightly like you were trying to hide something precious.
It wouldnât be long before your secret was out; just as the sun was starting dip behind the skyline and the deep blue of the warm summer sky starting peeking outâJack stood with his arm draped across your shoulder, clearing his throat.
At first you donât hear what heâs saying, despite the silence in the backyard. You bite your bottom lip, having made its way between your teeth as you held onto the last few seconds youâd have before everyone was all over you.
With a warm hand Jack pulled you carefully up from the lounge chair, letting your body fully stretch out. His hand found your waist and pulled you closer; other hand finding the small swell of your belly again.
âI couldnât imagine a better group of people to share this news with. A found family thatâs been there through so much more than I ever imaginedâ, Jack exhales shakily, eyes flicking to you; âThe night shift crew is expandingâŚweâre having a baby!â
Gasps echoed through the backyard; Danaâs hand flew to her mouth with watery eyes, Robby choked out a wet laugh of disbelief, the med students and residents all exchanged looks of excitement. But Jack was looking at you.
You, who had given him the best gift he ever couldâve dreamt of.
Robby was clapping Jack on the shoulder with a strong hand, shaking him gently as he pulled him into a hug; âCongratulations, brotherâ, and then softer into his ear; âYou deserve every second of this.â
He finds you next, hug softer and gentle as he looks you up and down in a similar protective fashion that Jack would.
âCongratulations, kidâ, Robby hums, and then laughs softly; âGuess I canât call you that anymore though.â
You shove him playfully, startling slightly when Dana steers you towards her.
âI knew it! I knew you were hiding somethingâ, She laughs.
âMotherâs intuition?â, You smirk.
She shakes her head, hugging you close.
âCongratulations, honey. You two are going to be the best parentsâ, She whispers.
When the party dies down and the sun has finally dipped low, you snuggle into Jackâs side on the couch that sits on the backyard patio. Your swimsuit and hair damp after finally getting in the pool; Jackâs trunks the same. Robby sits across from you, nursing another beer; no doubt planning to spend the night. You wouldnât have it any other way.
Your hand slips under Jackâs shirtâthe first one heâs worn for more than an hour all dayârubbing softly at the firmness of his stomach. He looks down at you with fond eyes, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple.
âDid you have a good day?â, You ask him, quiet enough so only he can hear you.
He nods, dipping his ear down closer to you; âBest day in a long while, sweetheartâ, He says, thumb rubbing circles above your navel; âExcept finding out about them.â
âHead ok? Not too loud?â
Jack hums softly; âIâm ok, sweetheart.â
You watch his thumb for a moment, the circles sending goosebumps up your spine in the cool evening air.
Jack notices, because of course he does; âYou cold?â
You shake your head; âNo, just enjoying you.â
Jack continues rubbing soft circles.
Robby scoffs behind his beer; âGet a room.â
âAlready did, how do you think she got pregnant?â
Robby almost chokes on his beer as Jack turns back to you, kissing your lips softly.
You snuggle into him closer, perfectly content to be just where you are; with your little family.
