pope cody who goes to the emergency room for some stitches, after a ridiculous amount of badgering from deran
as a non-critical, he has to wait hours and hours, which means he passes the time people-watching
one person in particular catches his eye - you. he's pretty sure you're a doctor of some kind, eyes crinkled as you smile at each of the patients you treat.
he sees them all - kids and adults alike - grow visibly more comfortable in your presence
when it's finally his turn, he makes an offhand comment to the nurse, who tells him that you only handle the paediatric cases in the ER
that's no problem.
lena's had a little bit of a cough recently - she caught it at school, and it hasn't gone away with over the counter medication. he promises her $200 at the toystore if she comes with him to the emergency room for a check-up.
you're even prettier up close than from afar. your hands are gentle as you examine lena, diligently checking her temperature and asking all sorts of questions.
pope is very sure to tell you that he's her uncle, but loves her like his own. that makes you smile.
he feels terrible the following month for the little bit of glee that sits in his chest after lena breaks her wrist at school. that's at least two trips to the ER
before long, he's got your entire schedule down, and soon he's 'bumping' into you on nights out with your friends, just so that he can spend more time with you
✦ tags: fem!reader, fluff, chatty reader, established relationship, headcanons, drabble
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✦ Pope has always been a naturally quiet man so when he finds you: the bubbliest and most open girl ever, the dynamic just works. He doesn’t mind the way you fill the silences with your ramblings about your outfit or that stupid thing Deran did the other day or the cutest pair of shoes you saw in a store window. He always listens intently, though his responses mostly consist of soft "yeahs" and noises of agreement. Normally he gets sick of people who can’t shut up. Most people like that tend to incessantly spout bullshit at him . But you’re not most people - you’re his girl so every single syllable that comes out of your glossy lips is sacred to him. he loves that your so unhesitatingly chatty with him as he’s so used to people being guarded or too scared to talk to him so it makes him feel special getting to hear all your inner thoughts.
✦ Okay, sometimes your openness is a little inconvenient for him. Like when you get into random conversations with strangers on the street and he just stands there awkwardly behind you like your dog waiting for permission to leave. He always waits patiently though, proud of the fact that a girl so universally loved and sought out chose to be with him of all people.
✦ Your chattiness also means you get on great with his brothers, especially Craig (which Pope is totally not jealous about). At parties, he is practically forced to wrangle you away from Craig, surrounded by a large group as you finish telling the anecdote you’ve been animatedly narrating with your hands. He scoops you up and brings you outside to sit with him slightly away from the crowd so just the two of you can talk. You can’t blame him for being selfish with his girl, though, he’s far more deserving of your attention than those other people, especially his idiot brother.
✦ Andrew always takes everything you say really seriously, often not understanding your sarcasm or exaggerations, which is especially an issue as you don't always think twice before you spew dramatics.
"I'm literally gonna kill your brother" you blurted out once after Deran had raided your fridge and eaten the subway you were saving for lunch. A crease formed on Andrew’s brow instantly and you could feel his dark eyes boring into your skull from across the couch, already planning his revenge on his younger brother.
You spent the next hour trying to convince him not to march over to Smurf's place and beat the shit out of his brother over a sandwich.
✦ Pope indulges your every want, even the small stupid stuff you only mentioned in passing. You’re about the new lip gloss line at sephora, not even 12 hours later, you walk into your kitchen to find five shades of the product sitting on your counter, placed there casually, not expecting a thank you.
✦ Sometimes he genuinely just doesn't know how to get you to stop talking. Don't get me wrong, he loves hearing you talk but you’ve been going on about a trashy reality show for over an hour and he’s been trying to figure out a way to get you to come to bed without shutting down your excitement over celebrity gossip.
Eventually he gives up and resorts to clamping one hand over your mouth or pressing his lips to yours to shut you up, not quite knowing how to ask for what he wants. You gladly oblige with a kiss, Andrew being the only person for whom you would cut your stream of consciousness short.
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✦a/n: i’ve had the busiest week (so fun tho I saw mcr 😍) so I haven’t had time to write much ☹️ here’s a short one whilst I work on my other stuff xoxo
The most liberating thing a woman can do is get a little fat. Oh I don't fit within the confines of a beauty standard set by centuries of pedophiles marketing eating disorders on women for their own pleasure? Oh no. Oh no what will I do. Everyone get a little fat right now
you have a habit of tracing jack’s veins. it started out innocent, just an absentminded brush of your thumb across his hand. but when you transferred over to work in the CT department, you had to learn more about venipuncture and starting IVs. jack, of course, was willing to help you by being your very own personal pincushion. you would spend hours tracing his veins, confirming you had the tourniquet on correctly, understanding which veins felt strong and which ones you should try and avoid.
even after you gained your confidence in placing IVs, you still had the habit of tracing jack’s veins when you were together. you’d check in the bend of his arm for his median cubital vein, follow the veins along his forearm, across his wrist, and even on the back of his hand. jack didn’t notice your little habit at first, but once he did it melted him.
so, he started looking for any excuse to curl up beside you, resting his arm across your lap or slipping his hand into yours, just so he could feel your fingertips absentmindedly tracing the familiar paths beneath his skin. jack liked knowing your hands had long since stopped studying him, and had simply learned him.
Description- What happens when Jack's wife returns from the bar bathroom and finds another woman with her hands on her husband
CW- reader is jealous as all hell, another character attempts infidelity, Jack has a damn good time, casual and not literal mention of violence, takes place in a bar, implied alcohol consumption
AN- This spawned into existence while I was waiting to pick up my gal from the dentist. It's by far the shortest thing I've ever written, but I usually struggle with length anyway (that's what she said)
You’d be an idiot if you thought it would never happen. That no one would ever see Jack Abbot, the handsome, muscular man with beautiful steady eyes and a heart you couldn’t help but trust the first time he smiled, and wish that they had him for themselves.
You knew it happened, that people gave him a second glance when they passed him on the street, subtly looking him over head to toe and admiring the nice shape of him, the way he moved with quiet confidence, not taking up more space than he needed to make a show of himself like some did. He was handsome, he was attractive, he was beautiful and sexy and cute all rolled into one. You knew these things, and you knew others would too. How could they not?
That didn’t make it any easier to see as you returned from the bar bathroom.
The woman was standing between your stool and Jack’s at the bartop, a hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she tossed her head back in a laugh. Her chocolate curls fell down to her shoulders, catching the dim bar lighting and shining like a rich sleek metal as it moved.
Something in your stomach twisted, something dark and ugly that you didn’t care to think about, filling you with an undeserved surge of anger. You wanted to smack her hand away from him, to yell in her face to back off.
The black metal band on his finger was clear as day. You could see it from nearly across the room, glinting in the hanging lights where his weathered hand wrapped around his lowball tumbler. She must have been able to see it with how intently she gazed at him, drinking him in as if she’d never seen a man before.
That made it all the worse. Accidents happened, a stumble turning into brushed shoulders that could be laughed off, but this, this, was purposeful. It was a choice she was making, to cozy up to Jack, to not look at his wedding band as if it would merely poof out of existence.
Fuck that.
You were storming over before you realized it.
Jack’s face lit up as he spotted you, still a few feet away.
“There’s my girl,” he greeted warmly. His arm was outstretched, welcoming you against his side, the spot by your stool still occupied by the pretty brunette woman who’d had her hands all over him.
“Hi, baby,” you said sweetly, stepping into his embrace and leaning even closer, one hand cupping his cheek to steady him as you kissed him deeply. He made a small sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but kissed you back without hesitation, his arm wrapping further around you to hold you close. His eyes were dark when you parted, a faint questioning look passing behind them as you grinned at him coyly, bottom lip caught between your teeth.
“Making friends?” you asked lightly, settling yourself sideways on his lap, making sure to favor his good leg before you pressed one more kiss to his temple, your fingers combing through the thick curls at the back of his head. When you turned to face the woman, smiling overly sweetly at her, you felt a sick twinge of satisfaction to see the way her lips pursed together tightly.
“Sweetheart, this is Jessie,” Jack introduced, gesturing to the woman. His words lilted with faint humor, like he was watching his favorite reality show and the drama had just gotten good. “She was just complimenting my shirt.”
You laughed weakly. Of course she was. Just the thick flannel, surely it had nothing to do with the way he filled it out with his broad shoulders and thick, bulging biceps.
“It looks like really good quality,” Jessie said, desperately trying to sound neutral. “What is it, cotton?”
Jack hummed, looking to you with a faint smirk. “I wouldn’t know,” he admitted. “This one bought it for me.” His arm tightened around you for a moment, giving you a slight squeeze.
You frowned, your hand running up and down his chest to feel the fabric as you thought. She wasn’t wrong, it really was a good shirt. You’d always loved the soft feel of it under your hands when you ran your hands over his shoulders, sometimes bunching the fabric in your fists when he caught you off guard with an especially deep kiss.
“I don’t remember.” You chuckled, giving her an easy smile. “Guess I’ll have to check later when he takes it off.”
Jessie nodded once in silent understanding, swallowing thickly before she picked up her drink from the counter. It was so close to the one you’d left Jack to look over for you that it had left a ring of condensation on the edge of the napkin you used as a coaster.
“Right, well, I guess I’ll leave you to it,” she said, doing her best to paste on a cheerful smile to match her overly chipper tone. Her words sounded hollow, her finger tracing the rim of her glass as her eyes moved between you and Jack.
You only nodded, giving her an almost sympathetic smile to watch her go from your perch on Jack’s lap, fingers still twirling through his curls in a way you knew from countless hours curled up together that he loved. You picked up your own glass to sip, and Jack had to duck his head into the crook of your neck to muffle the sudden laugh he let slip at the way her eyes widened when she saw your wedding ring.
A flicker of pride went through him, glad that even after so long together, he had made the right choice that day. Hours of designing had gone into your set of rings, months spent deliberating every curve of the band and cut of the stone before he finally showed you, wanting to make every detail perfect for you, to give you something as beautiful as you were that you would never want to take off. And you never did.
“Have a good night, Jessie!” you called as she retreated.
Jack gave you a warm look when she was out of earshot, dark hazel eyes trailing over your face like he wanted to catch every detail of it.
“You handled that mildly,” he drawled, amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes glimmered, the corners creasing the way they always did, bearing the weight of his hidden smile for him.
You laughed, adjusting your position on his lap to wrap both arms behind his neck.
“Careful, Jack,” you teased. “I might think you liked seeing me all possessive.”
He only hummed, the deep vibration carrying through his chest and into your side pressed against it, lifting one shoulder before letting it down into a small shrug.
“You expect me to be upset to have you all over me, playing with my hair?” He gave you a cocky smirk, gaze lowering for just a moment to your lips before flicking back up. Your breath caught, and he noticed, head tilting slightly as he looked up at you through his lashes that had no business being so thick.
“Thought for a moment you might smash a bottle over her head,” he continued, though his voice had dropped. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling you higher up his lap as he adjusted how he sat on the barstool. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him, but he was far from complaining. “That what you want, honey? Me having to stitch her up?”
The thought of his hands on her made you angry enough to bite your tongue.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t,” you pointed out smugly, nestling even closer until the tip of your nose brushed the bridge of his. “I’d much rather keep you as my private doctor, Jack.”
He laughed through his nose, his unblinking gaze meeting yours without dropping. “I’ll be your anything, baby, but I don’t think I should be your doctor.”
You rolled your eyes, giving his scruffy cheek a kiss before fully melting against him, nuzzling into the side of his neck.
“Have it your way then. I’ll just make Robby my emergency contact.”
drabble synopsis 𓂃 ໒꒱ you accidentally kick jack in the crotch while you’re asleep, and he’s left questioning whether he’ll ever recover. (0.7k)
pairing 𓂃 ໒꒱ jack abbot x fem!reader.
content 𓂃 ໒꒱ established relationship, fluff, sleepy antics, dry jack humour.
Jack had come to the conclusion that you somehow became an entirely different person once you fell asleep.
Awake, you were always looking for him. Whether it was your hand finding his while you watched a movie or absentmindedly leaning against him while you brushed your teeth, you always seemed to gravitate towards him without thinking.
Asleep, however, you were a genuine hazard.
It never started that way. Every night, you’d curl into his side, stealing his body heat and mumbling something incoherent before drifting off. He’d lie awake for another ten or fifteen minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing until he was certain you were asleep.
Then the adventure began.
Sometimes you stole every inch of the blanket. Other nights, you’d somehow end up lying across the mattress at an angle that defied basic human anatomy. More than once he’d woken up with your arm thrown over his face or your foot pressed into his ribs, leaving him wondering how someone so peaceful looking could move so much without ever waking.
Jack usually found it amusing.
Usually.
Tonight was no different.
You’d fallen asleep tucked beneath his arm, one hand loosely gripping the front of his shirt as if letting go wasn’t an option. Jack smiled to himself, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before settling back into the pillows. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the occasional hum of the heater and your soft breathing against his chest.
It didn’t take long before he started drifting off himself, but then you moved.
At first, it was nothing more than a sleepy stretch, your shoulder nudging against his side before your legs shifted beneath the blankets.
Jack barely noticed.
The next movement came out of nowhere.
Your knee drove straight up between his legs.
The air disappeared from his lungs so quickly he wasn’t even sure he’d made a sound until a strangled groan escaped him. Every muscle in his body locked as he instinctively curled forward, one hand gripping the comforter while the other clamped over his face.
“Jesus…”
The sound startled you awake almost instantly. You blinked blearily into the darkness, pushing yourself up on one elbow, your hair sticking out in every direction as you looked over at him.
“Jack?” you mumbled. “What’s wrong?”
He stayed exactly where he was for another few seconds, taking one slow, painful breath before finally answering.
“…You got me.”
Your brows knitted together in sleepy confusion. “Whhat do you mean?”
“You kneed me.”
You frowned, still trying to wake yourself up, “where?”
Jack slowly cracked one eye open to look at you. “If I have to answer that, I’m even more concerned.”
It took a second before the realisation crashed into you, “oh my god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes widened. “Jack, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you didn’t mean to,” he said, finally managing to lean back against the headboard. He let out a slow breath, still wincing. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
You were already reaching for his arm, your brows pinched together with guilt. “I was asleep, I swear. I didn’t even know I moved.”
“I know.” He turned his hand over so your fingers laced together, giving yours a small squeeze. “You’re okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’ll survive.”
You searched his face for a second, trying to figure out whether he was saying that just to make you feel better. “Are you sure?”
Jack glanced down at the blankets, then back at you, one corner of his mouth twitching despite himself as he shrugged. “I’d still like to have kids with you someday, babe,” he said dryly. “So maybe we retire the flying knees.”
A horrified noise left you before another apology could tumble out, but Jack was already chuckling under his breath.
“Hey.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tugging you back against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m kidding.”
“You better be.”
“I am.” His hand resumed its lazy path up and down your back, waiting until he felt you finally relax against him. He let the room fall quiet again, listening to your breathing even out as you settled against him.
After a moment, he looked down at you with a smile he couldn’t quite hide. As much as he knew he probably shouldn’t, he couldn’t help slipping in one last joke. “I’m still trying to cope with the fact my girlfriend nearly ended my bloodline in her sleep.”
“Jack,” you murmured in warning, your eyes still closed.
He only laughed, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before settling comfortably back into the pillows with you tucked against his side.
pope cody who runs warm with his partner who runs cold blurb ⋆˚꩜｡
you were naturally a cold person.
you didn’t know why, but you’d always find at least one part of your body at a particularly freezing temperature. usually it was your feet or your hands. at night, you’d be curled up underneath a thick blanket, fluffy socks adorning your lower limbs to keep them cozy. during the day, you’d opt to be in the sun, soaking up the golden rays. anything to keep your body warm.
even craig had commented on your sheer frostiness. one touch from you and he recoiled back like a snake.
“jesus, what are you a vampire?” he’d yelped once when you grabbed his arm.
that’s why when you started dating andrew, he became your personal heater.
more often than not you’d find yourself hugged against him. his broad back against your chest. you’d lean your cheek against him, holding him tighter as you tried to soak up every bit of his warmth. when there would be a party at smurf’s, you’d be sat in his lap. his balmy hands rubbing at your thighs as you lied back against him.
it surprised you how hot he ran. with andrew’s silent and stoic demeanor, you wouldn’t have expected him to have been so toasty. but that’s what you liked about him. despite his initially cold impression, he was a sweetheart at his core.
your need for warmth was worse at the end of the day.
you’d practically throw yourself over andrew’s entire figure. nuzzling your face into the crook of his shoulder. your cold feet would wrap around his impossibly tepid calves, rubbing them softly to generate more friction.
andrew would tense at first, but then acclimate to your temperature. he relished in warming you up. it meant that you enjoyed him, the way his body felt against yours. andrew was a very touch starved person, and with your constant clinginess it made him feel comforted. he felt at ease in who he was, especially who he was with you.
of course there were other ways that he could warm you up… but for now he was content with your body curled up on top his own.
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thinking about sitting on jack abbot’s thigh, lazily rolling your hips and leaning into his chest, just enough for stimulation but not enough to actually get anywhere.
jack’s wearing his dumb cargo pants, his work phone shoved in the pocket you’re currently sitting on. you learn rather quickly that jack (the old man he is) has his phone set to vibrate. you also learn that someone is very intent on getting a hold of him.
jack realizes his phone is trapped under you, undulating and grinding into the new sensation. grins when he discovers, yes, you are wanton enough to treat his vibrating phone like a pseudo sex toy, grinding harder every time a call or text comes through.
“i should probably get that.” he murmurs, not actually making any effort to dislodge you from his thigh. you just double down, arms around his neck, pussy directly on his dumb cargo pants that you hate so much, clit catching on the rough fabric and the corner of his phone, chasing the periodic vibrations.
“gonna let me get that baby?” he teases, grabbing your hips to lift you up. you retaliate by sinking your teeth into his shoulder, fighting his grip to get your wet cunt back on his thigh.
“oh, she’s feral today,” he comments, smacking your ass once in response to the bite - jack knows it’s gonna leave a mark.
you don’t even react, focused on wiggling your way back down onto his thigh and phone, which is still vibrating through his pants. you were so close, and jack is being so mean, making you hover over the embarrassingly large wet spot you left behind.
“you’re gonna water log my phone,” jack notes, following your eyes to the wet patch. “gonna have to stick it in rice after this. how am i gonna explain to IT that my work phone is broken? tell them it’s because i have a very demanding little girl at home with the world’s wettest cunt? and that she sat on my phone like a little slut, using the vibrations to get off?” jack paused, grinning at the long whine you made, embarrassed and turned on by the idea, hips still wiggling. “is that what i’m gonna have to tell them?”
you don’t respond, mainly because you’re not sure if you can form words at this point, and finally win the war against his grip to drop back down to his thigh, cunt once again pressed hard onto the cargo pocket. you immediately start humping, only further proving jack’s point. you don’t care - you’re so close.
jack leans forward, stubble brushing your ear as he growls, “maybe i should make you tell them. call them and apologize for ruining my phone with your wet, selfish cunt. what do you think about that?”
you come - embarrassingly hard, hips stuttering against him as you continue to soak his pants, vaguely aware that jack is cooing and encouraging you as you do so.
“atta girl, so easy for me. coming just from a few calls and texts from robby,” jack rubs your back, letting you collapse into his shoulder, bright with embarrassment and exhaustion.
after a couple of minutes, jack works his hand into his pocket, slowly removing his phone, making a point to wipe the sheen off on his shirt before checking it.
“hm. lucky girl. robby said they got a hold of shen,”jack tips your chin up so you look at him, stupid smirk on his face, “he apologizes for all the calls.”
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