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[satcrns]

it's 3am and you've gotten up to pee when you notice that your husband pope cody is not in his usual spot next to you in the bed.

you turn on the lamp next to your bed, wake yourself up a bit, and then head out into the hallway to find where your husband has ended up, and that's when you see him.

he's taken a chair from your dining room table and set it up outside of your daughter's door. he's sitting with his arms crossed over his chest, his posture straight, and once he notices you in the hallway he moves his gaze up to you.

"andrew?" you question, "what are you doing?"

"she's been having trouble sleeping," is all he says to explain what he's doing. he's not wrong, the past couple of nights your daughter has inevitably ended up in your bed. you've woken up in the middle of the night due to her cold feet pressing into your legs as she shuffles in between you and pope.

when you ask her in the morning she'll tell you that she had a bad dream, and you don't think the way the light from her window casts a shadow on her closet door helps either.

"so you're going to sit here all night?" you ask.

"i wasn't going to sleep anyway," he says, "i'm here if she needs me." you walk closer to him and run your hands through his hair, taking a second to admire your husband and his heart full of so much love.

"do you need anything?" you ask, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. "i can get you a blanket? a snack?"

"i'm fine," he says, but you disappear down the hallway and towards your living room anyway. when you return, you have a blanket in your hand.

"i could've gotten that myself."

"i know," you put the blanket in his lap. you know he's too stubborn to let you do things for him, but that doesn't stop you from doing them.

"i'll be in bed if you need me," you leave him with a kiss and head back to your bedroom.

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pope cody has once again given me the motivation to write again god bless

[satcrns]

a question of you ₊˚⊹♡

trinity santos x fem!nurse!reader

inspired by: a question of you by inhaler

wc: 1.5k | synopsis: trinity is tired, it’s been a long night at the pitt — because of this, you offer to drive trinity home after her shift, and she asks you to stay

note: welcome trinity santos to my pitt rotation, letting everyone know that i've been a santos defender since day one, i don't play about her

cw: none! reader takes trinity to mcdonald's

Trinity was tired. She was already tired when she entered PTMC that morning. It was one of those days where you can’t shake the heaviness from your eyes and your thoughts keep drifting back to your bed and the nap that you could be taking if you weren’t at work at the moment. 

What made it worse was that you kept teasing her about it. You had made little comments towards her throughout the day, reminding her to stay awake. What she really loved, though, was the little touches you’d give her throughout the day — a light pinch on the arm to keep her focused, or a touch on her back to keep her guided — she could feel the warmth from your hands linger on her skin even after you walked away. And then there was the mysterious energy drink that got left behind for her. Whitaker swore he didn’t do it, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up thinking it might have been you that left it. 

Now, you’re at the end of your 12 hour shift and Trinity is trying to finish up her charts so that she can leave the emergency room. You’ve been finished for a bit now, but you stuck around to catch up with some of the night shift nurses and now you’re hovering around her and Whitaker. “Are you going to leave or just remind us that you’re free to go until you finish?” Santos looks up at you from her computer, tiredness and irritation evident on her face. 

“I was waiting for you to finish,” you smile down at her, “I’m standing here in solidarity.” 

“Oh thanks,” she laughs, “I wish you could do these charts for me.” 

“I wish I could too,” you respond, “then I could get both of us out of here quicker.” 

“All three of us, actually,” Whitaker says. Santos sends him a quick glare, a glare that she doesn't dare give to you.

You stand guard over Trinity until she’s done, chiming in on charts for patients that you both worked on together and keeping her awake while she finished. Dana, on her way out, passed by and reminded you that you could leave and Abbot has made multiple little reminders that you can get out of the emergency room and go home, but you stay.

“And the last chart is done,” Trinity groans and lays her head down, taking a second to let some of the tension leave her head and shoulders. Dennis is up and ready to leave, but Trinity is still down. 

“C’mon Santos, let’s go,” Dennis says, bouncing on his feet, ready to pack up and go back to their apartment. 

“Just give me a minute,” Trinity mumbles in her arms, her head still firmly down on the desk. 

“Do you want me to drive you home?” you ask the back of Trinity’s head. She lifts her head up and you’re met with the skeptical look on her face.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, it’s not a bother,” You say, “I want to make sure you get home safe.” 

“But what about us getting to work in the morning?” Dennis asks and Trinity glares at him again. 

“I can pick you up.” 

“Or I can drive Trinity’s car,” Dennis says, clueless to what you’re trying to do. Apparently, though, Trinity’s not, because she looks like she could kill Dennis right now. 

“I’m hungry,” Trinity says, “whoever drives has to pick me up food.”

“I’ll do it!” you’re quick to pipe up, “and then I’ll drop you off after. Whitaker can take your car. Problem solved!” you rush your words out before Dennis can ruin your plan once again. 

“Sounds good,” Trinity gets up out of her chair, “C’mon Huckleberry, I’ll get you my keys,” she walks away, winking at Dennis on her way out. “We’ll be back, Y/N!” 

You say goodbye to Whitaker in the parking garage and show Trinity to your car. She hops in the passenger side and you take a second to let yourself be giddy that she’s in your car. “What do you want to eat?” you ask. 

“Can we get McDonald’s? I want a big diet coke right now.” 

“Of course,” you look at her, “my passenger princess.” 20 minutes later Trinity is sitting in your passenger seat with french fries and a large diet coke. 

“Thanks for this,” Trinity says, she’s undone her seatbelt and shifted so that she can see you better. You’ve parked the car while the two of you eat. 

“Yeah, of course,” you’ve been trying to get up the courage to make this happen for so long. You don’t exactly know when you figured out that you had feelings for Trinity, but you did know that you got excited going to work every morning because you knew she’d be there. You also knew that there were certain songs that had started to remind you of her, that you’d started to anticipate her teasing, and that when she used her nicknames for you, it’d give you butterflies in your stomach. 

You thought she might feel the same, but you didn’t want to assume; you might’ve just been seeing things that weren’t there — but when you had rough shifts, Trinity would always stay near you, listening in on what was bothering you. She’d give you her spare ponytail holder, bring you a coffee and dismiss your stream of thank yous. At first, you thought this was just stuff friends do, but the way she stole glances of you from across the ER or the way her touch lingered made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t reading too much into things. And now she’s here in your car, dark circles under her eyes and soft music playing from the radio, and you hope she can’t tell that you’re freaking out. 

“I also,” she starts and then looks out the car window before speaking again, “thanks for all of today.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Thanks for keeping me awake,” she looked back at you, locking eyes with you.

“It’s what friends do.”

“You didn’t have to do it, though,” she keeps her gaze on you.

“Trinity, I wanted to.” 

“But why?”

“I can’t let you get kicked out of the Pitt,” you choose to go the humorous route, “I couldn’t be there without you.” 

“Everybody loves you there.”

“Yeah,” you look down, “sure, but you’re the person I look forward to seeing every day.”

“You might be the only person to think that,” she laughs and puts her head back on the headrest, closing her eyes for a second. “I guess I should get home.”

“Yeah, sure,” you put your trash back into your bag and get ready to drive again.

“We should go for karaoke sometime,” Trinity says as you pull out of the parking lot and you hum along to whatever song your phone is playing.

“That’d be fun,” you respond, glad she wants to hang out again. 

“Yeah, I have the perfect place I can take you,” she looks over at you in the driver’s seat, “you can pack something sexy in your bag to wear instead of scrubs,” she winks. 

“You don’t think my scrubs are sexy?” you say in mock offense.

“Sure, but I can imagine you in much sexier clothes.”

“Oh, really?” 

“You’ll have to test my theory,” she shrugs. 

“Ok, deal.”

A couple minutes later you pull up to Trinity’s apartment complex. You park the car, but Trinity lingers in the passenger seat, not ready to go inside yet. 

“Do you want to come inside?” she asks.

“Sure,” you say, turning your car off and following Trinity up, heading into her apartment. The apartment is empty when you walk in. 

“Whitaker must be in his room,” she says, plopping down on the couch in the living room. You follow and sit down next to her. You and Trinity agree on a sitcom to watch on TV and she relaxes next to you. You’re an episode in when you feel her start to lean on you, you can feel her little breaths of laughter on your skin. 

The hours go by, the two of you have melted together on the couch, and at some point your fingers interlocked with hers. You check your phone and realize you should probably get home if you want to get a decent amount of sleep before your shift tomorrow. 

“I should probably go,” you say to Trinity, leaning up to find your shoes. 

Trinity gets up too, “or you could stay and we could carpool again in the morning.”

“Trinity,” you soak her in like this — messy hair from the day, tired eyes, and an old T-Shirt and sweats. 

“Please,” she grabs for your hand again.

“Ok,” you smile, “I don’t have any pajamas, though.”

She leans in, and moves her hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks and laughing before finally pulling you in to meet your lips in a kiss. She pulls away, a smirk dancing on her lips, “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

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jason todd pretends to hate it when you call him ‘jaybird’ — a nickname you affectionately picked up from his best friend roy harper.

the first time you said “thanks, jaybird” after he handed you your cup of coffee he scoffed and said “i can’t let you hang out with roy again,” but there was also a part of him that was kicking his feet and giggling inside.

as you and roy got closer, though, it just seemed that jason had more problems on his hands.

every time roy would start in on a story about jason, your eyes would light up and you’d lean in closer, eager to hear what (usually stupid) thing your boyfriend had done. he pretended didn’t like that roy got the same look in his eyes when it was your turn to trade a jason story.

you also suddenly had a growing collection of silly pictures of jason that roy had sent to you — photos from missions or just random photos he snuck of jason, but there was also a photo of jason and lian at the fair that made your heart melt every time you looked at it.

lian, in her cute little pigtails and baseball cap to match her dad’s, is hugging a huge teddy bear to her chest, a teddy bear that jason spent 20 dollars winning for her. you can see him in the background beaming at roy’s baby girl. you told roy you’d forever be indebted to him for taking that picture.

at some point, he lets his guard down and accepts that you and roy run the jason todd fan club — he’s still working on accepting ‘jaybird’ though

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new summer theme just dropped 🫪

[satcrns]

it’s just a crush!

jason todd x fem!reader

synopsis: you have a crush on red hood and your best friend stephanie brown thinks it’s so funny. funny enough that she introduces you to her brother, jason todd.

word count: 1.9k | cw: reader almost gets mugged, this is also not super canon compliant - the batfamily are all happy and hang out together because that's what i want lol

note: i'm back! sorry i've been gone! took a little break from pitt fiction to write for my (second) favorite robin <3 i’ve been a jason stan for a while, but here i am finally throwing my writing into the ring, enjoy!

No matter how many times you told Stephanie that you didn’t have a crush on the Red Hood, she refused to believe you.

You’re sitting on your couch in your apartment, there’s some movie in the background and Steph is next to you. You’d thought she had fallen asleep, so you pulled out your phone. You were looking at a Red Hood updates page when she suddenly sprung up, ready to tease you about your crush again.

“Red Hood updates, huh?” you quickly turn your phone off and look to the blonde next to you.

“It’s nothing, just an account I followed a while ago.”

“Hmmm, sure,” she laughs, reaching for the popcorn bucket that was sitting on your coffee table, “I’ll try to believe that.”

She goes back to watching the movie for a bit and then asks, “Hey, are you still coming with me to the gala thing next week? Cass will be there and all her brothers.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say, “I still need to find a dress, though.”

Stephanie and Cassandra invited you a couple weeks ago, you were out getting dinner for a girl’s night when the topic of Cass’s brothers came up. You knew a little bit about her background, but not much, and you could tell she didn’t want to give much, which was fine. You’d let her share on her own time. You did know that she was adopted by Bruce Wayne, though, which meant that she had an assortment of brothers that had also in some way or another come into Bruce Wayne’s care. “You should come! You can meet them all, it’ll be so fun!” Stephanie had said excited, “Tim would love it if you were there!” Tim would hang out with you and Cass sometimes, you’d also heard random stories about his brothers from him too.

“Yes, please come,” Cass chimed in.

“You can finally meet Dick, Jason, and Damian,” Stephanie winked at you. You’d heard a lot about the rest of the brothers, but you hadn’t yet met them in person.

The time would finally come when a couple weeks later when it was time to make your Wayne gala debut. You’d gone dress shopping with Steph and Cass and landed on a floor length silk crimson dress, which of course Stephanie poked fun at. “Hoping we run into a certain batboy on the way?”

“Shut up,” you playfully swat at her arm as you get into Tim’s car. Steph, Cass, and Tim had shown up at your apartment to pick you up, Tim agreeing to be your chauffeur for the night.

You’d feel out of place if your friends weren’t there that night. You weren’t used to this world of excess — gowns, champagne, tuxedos, and designer heels everywhere you looked — but everyone else handled it with ease.

The four of you found a table to set up at. At some point, Tim started waving, calling over to what you soon figured out were his other brothers.

Dick was the first to introduce himself, flashing you a killer smile that almost had you swooning. Sparkling blue eyes and a suit that was tailored just right to him, he was quick with a joke and when he talked, you felt like the only other person in the room. He was so charming it was kind of annoying.

Damian carried himself with such grace you were impressed, he was short, but well built, and all sharp features. He was quiet, but you could tell he was taking it all in, observing every movement the others in the group made. He did perk up when you referenced your cat at some point in conversation, he even asked to see a picture.

But the one who really stood out to you was Jason. He demanded your attention in a way, well over six feet tall, the fabric of his tuxedo stretching around well defined muscles, and your eyes kept drifting to the little white curls that peeked out of his black hair. You noticed scars running along his large hands when he moved to grab his flute of champagne, which made your mind wander to where he got them from. He was quiet at first, taking a bit of time to warm up, but when he did, he cracked jokes and teased his siblings.

You don’t remember how it got brought up, maybe when you made a joke about looking for your next boyfriend on the dance floor, when Steph said, “I thought you were saving yourself for Red Hood?”

“Steph!” you gasp, “why would you say that!” Dick laughs and looks away, Tim makes wide eyes at you, and Jason looks, intrigued?

“It’s nothing,” you say, trying to wave it off.

“Please tell,” Dick implores.

“Well,” you start up your story, the same one Steph and Cass heard two months ago after it happened. “I was walking home one night aftera bad date, which was my first mistake. I wasn’t really focused, I was on the verge of tears — I didn’t even notice the creep behind me until he was pretty close. I started to speed up, he did too. I call Steph, thinking that would make him go away, it doesn’t. He’s starting to get really close, I’m honestly thinking about throwing my purse at him and running away. He starts to shout at me, and then boom, Red Hood is there and he’s punched the guy, telling him not to be a — in his words, fucking creep — and then,” you hesitate for a second, “he asked me if I was okay. Said he’d walk me to the nearest subway station. I don’t know, he just showed me kindness in a moment when I needed it. It’s a silly little schoolgirl crush, nothing more.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Dick rushes to your defense, shooting a look at Jason.

“Yeah, Red Hood’s cool,” Jason says, fidgeting with the now empty champagne flute in front of him.

“Steph thinks I’m so crazy for it,” you say, relieved.

“Don’t listen to her, her taste in men is Tim,” Jason says and you laugh, glad that her brothers have your back.

At some point in the night, people drift away, leaving you and Jason at the table alone, which is also when you learn that Jason is a bit of a gossip.

“That’s Barbara, she and Dick used to date,” he points to the woman with long orange hair who Dick left to talk to, “and that” — he says pointing to the boy Damian left to talk to — “is Lois Lane’s son Jon, they’re good friends.”

You’ve really enjoyed your time with Jason, he’s funny and you mesh well. You’ve been telling him stories of your own life, how you ended up in Gotham, what you do for work, how you met Steph and Cass (the answer: your 8am lecture at Gotham University, which Steph would come late to and ask you for lecture notes).

Before you know it, it’s the end of the night, and everyone’s trickling out. Tim is rounding up you, Cass, and Steph to leave when Jason stops you on your way out, asking you for your number.

Over the course of your first year together, Jason find is endearing how much you really do love Red Hood. He thought that Steph was exaggerating, but when he saw you change your lockscreen from a picture of Red Hood to a selfie of you and Jason, he knew you were in deep.

You have little Red Hood figurines around your apartment - on bookshelves and by your bed. You wear a ratty oversized Red Hood T-shirt when you go to bed, and he, like Steph, saw your name came up as following the most popular Red Hood updates account on twitter.

He thinks it's sweet, but it also kills him that you don't know that this whole time you're harboring a secret crush on your own boyfriend. He thinks about telling you multiple different times - when he has to cancel on a lot of dates that include hanging out at nighttime, when he has to explain away random bruises and scrapes, or when he stops himself before he accidentally tells you a story that reveals his secret.

He finally decides, at some point, that he'll tell you as a part of your one year anniversary together. He figured that you stuck around with his weird excuses for long enough and that you deserved to know the truth. He also figured that you weren't going anywhere, he really loved you and he could tell that you carried that same love for him. Now, he wanted you to love every part of him, vigilante activities included.

"You ready, babe?" Jason calls from the kitchen of your apartment, dressed up for the dinner reservation that he made for your anniversary. He was supposed to patrol tonight, but he bribed Dick to take his place.

You come out of the bedroom in a red dress that Jason is obsessed with, it hugs your body in all the right places, looking through your purse to make sure you had everything you need. You looked up and smiled at him, "Yeah, let's go."

He took you to a cute little Italian place that just opened up in Gotham and then out for ice cream after. He was nervous on the way back to your apartment, not knowing what your reaction to his surprise would be. When it came to gifts, he asked you to go first. You gifted him some new penguin classics for his collection and some gear for his motorcycle that Dick helped you pick out.

Then it was Jason's turn - he gave you the standard gifts first: a beautiful necklace with a little J on it, so you could wear his initial around; and some other little trinkets that he saw and thought of you. You move in to hug him and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you Jay, this is really sweet," he helps you put the necklace on, his large hands warm on the back of your neck. He's a bit nervous when he says, "I actually have one more surprise for you."

"Oh?" you smile at him, "What is it?"

"Just give me a second," he says, disappearing back into your bedroom. When he comes back out a few minutes later, he's dressed in his Red Hood garb, his helmet in his hands. Your jaw drops and you're silent for a couple seconds, which has him nervous, bouncing on his feet.

"What," you're still stunned, "where did you get this costume?"

"It's mine," he laughs, "I'm the Red Hood."

"Oh my god!" You jump up, covering your mouth with your hands, "is this why you're always randomly busy at night? You're out there," you move closer to him, looking at his costume and feeling all the little details, "saving people. And all the bruises, you're fighting all the time."

"Are you mad?" he asks you, eyes searching your face for an answer.

"What?" you look up at him, "Jason, you've basically just made my biggest fantasy come true," you put your hands on his chest, "I can't believe this whole time I've been dating the Red Hood."

"Do you know how hard it's been to keep this secret from Red Hood's biggest fan?"

You laugh, "So that night, when I almost got mugged, that was you that stopped him, you that offered to walk me to the subway station?"

"All me, baby," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"And Steph, she knows?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"I'm so stupid," you hide your face in Jason's chest, "that whole time she was making a big deal out of it, she knew! She was," you gasp, "she was trying to set us up, wasn't she?"

"Knowing her, probably," he laughs.

"She let me make a fool out of myself, talking about my crush on Red Hood while he was right in front of me the whole time."

"For what it's worth, I thought it was cute."

"You know what would be cute?" you raise an eyebrow at him and move your hands down his chest a bit, "if you and I went back to that bedroom and kept talking about this there."

"Yes Ma'am."

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𝜗𝜚 Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody Recs 2

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 05/07/2026

⭒ Shawn Hatosy Masterlist

⭒ TV Shows Directory

⭒ Part 01

help me disappear. | @somanyideassolittletime

andrew is done.

There Are Worse Games To Play | @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff

“You were going to play-hit me but I’m actually much faster in the reflexes than you and also my catching of your hand and kissing it is part of our game”

My Love, Mine All Mine | @/ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff

Still new to affection, you and Andrew navigate each other’s comforts.

matching pope's freak | @satcrns

family planning | @/satcrns

after seeing pope with his nephew josh, you can't help but want a baby of your own with him 

always, forever, running back to you | @/satcrns

you can't help but be in love with your best friend's twin brother, who always is ready to protect you from anything

UNPUNISHABLE | @inbred-eater

you get andrew’s initial tattooed onto you

Dad pope | @zivistardust

His wife | @bloodnguts17

Pope Cody subtly getting clicker trained | @midnightbandito

Say It | @megalony

While everyone is round at Smurf’s house, Andrew tries relaxing with (Y/n). But one of his brothers slips up and puts Andrew’s son in danger.

It’s Just Paper | @fru1t4fr0gs

You’ve been Lena’s nanny for years. Now, with both of her parents gone, you and Pope Cody have been doing your combined best to take care of her. And yet, as much as you both love her, it’s not enough. Social services has already been sniffing around, and it won’t be long before she’s going to be taken into foster care. But when Smurf tells you that married couples have a better chance of adoption… well, she’s right. And whatever scheme she may be planning doesn’t matter as long as Lena is safe. Besides, it’s just paper. Right?

Our bodies are covered in scars, will you let me take away your pain and suffering?, Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five | @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

Even if he’d already managed to find you, your photo staring back at him like a beacon of light and hope. You worked at the the urgent care nearby, the dark green scrub top sticking out to him more than anything else on you. It was something so simple, a detail any normal person would take note of for a moment before moving on. Andrew couldn’t stop staring, questioning why you’d chosen a forest green for your photo.

Boy Next Door | @drjohncarters

when you move next door to andrew cody, he decides to do some snooping into your life. when he makes a mistake that leaves you afraid to go home, he doesn't expect you to come to him for help. and he certainly doesn't expect to like it so much.

Like You | @/drjohncarters

andrew starts to see more of himself in his son than he would like. you're there to prove to him just how special that is.

His pain fits in the palm of my hand, part 2 | @softundermoonlight

Andrew has survived his whole life by wanting nothing. Until Craig introduces one of his friends, and suddenly, Andrew wants everything and more.

bad influence | @pittrabbit

andrew had always been known as the fixer of problems, the one guy his family always called to remedy any situation that was just too much for the average person to handle. he'd never expected much of life, settled with the misery that he'd been struck with from the moment he'd been born into the cody family. things only begin turning around for him once he meets you, a well-kept secret of deran's who'd suddenly been thrust into andrew's life.

Karma | @alvfr

Who says you can’t meet the love of your life in a strip club dressing room after his brother paid another girl a thousand bucks to wish him a happy birthday?  Okay, so he’s a bit strange and he might be stalking you and his mother is terrifying and you’re really just trying to make enough money for rent and tuition without getting into any kind of trouble, but on the bright side, at least he’s not a cop.

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geeky dorky frank langdon i love you forever .✦ ݁˖ aka me self projecting my love for comic books on frank

when you first start working with frank langdon, you of course notice that he’s gorgeous. it’s obvious, he knows it and so does everyone in the pitt. he’s charmingly cocky, he has stupidly beautiful blue eyes, and he’s always bouncing around the pitt and joking with someone.

what confuses you at first is the way you two seem to gravitate towards each other. he always shows up in the mornings with energy buzzing in his every step, greeting you with a high five and asking you if you’ll tag along to check a patient with him. “we’re the dream team,” he’ll go in for a fist bump and then turn on his heels and head to a room, always knowing you’ll be close on his heels — he doesn’t even have to say anything to you at this point, you just know how to read him.

you think he’s cute of course, but what really maks you fall head over heels for him is when you start to see more sides of frank than you previously knew.

“need you in south 15,” dana shouts to you when you walk past the desk.

“got it!” you shout back, heading to see what patient she needs you to check in on. you almost gasp when you see a guy in a full batman suit sitting on the bed.

“are gotham’s hosptials overrun?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“holy shit,” you turn around to see langdon in the doorway, a huge grin on his face, “this is the coolest thing i’ve seen all week.”

“really, langdon?”

“i’m a huge batman fan,” he pulls out his phone, “can we take a selfie?” he holds up the phone, posing with a thumbs up. you’re holding back the urge to giggle at him nerding out. “i was hoping something like this would happen while comic con was in town.” he’s bouncing up and down on his feet, just looking at you with the goofiest smile on his face, obviously loving this whole thing a lot.

you tease him about it later that night while you’re at the lockers before you both get off your shift. “be careful out there, i think i saw the batsignal.”

“if you saw the batsignal, you wouldn’t see me here. you know vengeance and all that,” he smirks at you.

“be so real, langdon. you’re the robin of this er.”

“i’m the robin?”

“yeah, and robby’s the batman.”

“ok, well which robin am i?”

“dick grayson, obviously. the prodigal son, of course.”

“i’ll take it,” he laughs, “what does that make you, the barbara gordon? starfire maybe?” he closes his locker and winks at you, “i’ll see you tomorrow, batgirl.”

“yeah, see you tomorrow boy wonder.”

(i also think it’d be funny to think that frank would love new comic book day. like, it’d be a wednesday and you’d ask him to come hang out with everyone in the park after your shift and he’d tell you he couldn’t make it’d because he needs to go pick up his new pulls before his comic shop closes lmao)

[satcrns]

Eep regarding your Always, Forever Pope Cody universe, can I make a request? You can hold onto it until you're ready to write more for them!!

Thinking about how reader and pope spent the whole summer together really falling in love and then August rolls around and she's going back to college for her last year. And he's like devastated that she's leaving him. But she's like ??? I'll be back for thanksgiving silly boy? And idk maybe I'm imagining her consoling him and Andrew being super needy and obsessive, but in a cute way haha.

must i dream and always see your face? ₊˚⊹♡ pope cody x fem!reader

title from: last goodbye by jeff buckley

synopsis: you're leaving to go back to college at the end of the summer after spending all your time with pope. he fears this is the end, but you reassure him that he'll always be the one you come back to - sequel to this one-shot!

word count: 1.1k | content warnings: none!

note: hello!! thank you for the request, i love that people want more from this series!! i'm sorry it took me so long to get around to this, i hope you enjoy :) i love writing pope so much

You're talking Pope's ear off, but he doesn't mind, he loves hearing everything that you have to say. However, this topic is stinging a little bit for him.

"And she never cleans her shit up, Pope, it's disgusting. You would absolutely hate it," you're complaining to Pope about your roommate that you're soon to have to go back to living with. He knew that eventually you'd have to go back to school, but now it's two weeks away and he can feel a tightness in his chest when he thinks about it.

The summer has been absolute bliss, Pope has spent it following you around and he's loved every bit of it. You're a constant presence at the Cody compound, swimming in the pool and hanging out with Julia then sneaking into Pope's room when she falls asleep. He takes you to get food, to the beach, and he hates when Smurf has him on a job too long because that means less time he can spend with you before you leave him for the school year.

He’s taken you to the beach today, promising to end the day with ice cream and maybe you’ll catch a movie at some point. You’ve started keeping beach stuff in the back of his pickup truck — beach towels, sunscreen, books, and old sunglasses in your designated beach tote bag. He’s finished setting up your towels and you pass him the sunscreen. You’re always worried he’ll burn whenever you’re at the beach, so he always makes sure to sunscreen extra where you can see so you don’t worry over him too much.

“And did I tell you about the shit she did with our other roommate’s boyfriend?” Pope is watching you, but you can tell that he’s not really paying attention to what you’re saying. “Pope?” you wave your hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention, “did you hear anything that I just said?”

“Sorry,” Pope snaps back to reality.

“You haven’t really been yourself lately, is something wrong?”

“No,” he shrugs, but you can tell he’s not exactly telling the truth, “will you get my back?” he hands you the sunscreen bottle, trying to change the topic.

“Sure,” you grab the bottle from him and begin to spray his back, making sure to protect the expanse of freckles on his shoulders, “don’t want my Pope to get burnt.” The words pull at his heart, my pope, he was all yours. but, then again, if he was yours, why were you about to leave him again? You’d be going to class, studying with your friends in the library, going out to campus bars and all the while he’d be at home waiting for you to come back.

It’s when you pull out your book and start to read when his mind gets to spiraling. Would you even care about him when you went back to school? His mind started to play through any scenarios it could dream up — he could see it all. Letters left unanswered, he’d call your dorm and you’d rush him off the phone, giving him some excuse as to why you couldn’t talk. You’d promise to call him back later, but later would never come. He’d have to learn news about you from Julia, who would go back to being your primary Cody contact. Maybe she’d even tell him that you’d gone on a date with a guy in one of your classes and that you were spending the next break with him.

He’s drawn out of his spiral when he feels fingers lightly brushing his arm. He looks in your direction, you’re still reading but you’ve started to absentmindedly draw shapes on his arm with your fingers.

A minute later you tell him, "Pope, you're staring."

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"Don't be sorry. Something on your mind?"

"You're leaving," he blurts out, looking at you like his heart is on the verge of breaking.

“I’m just going back to school, Pope.” 

“This is all going to be over,” he says, “We don’t have much time left together.”

“What do you mean? This is going to be over?” 

“You’ve got a life to get back to,” his eye contact is so intense with you, you reach out to grab his hand, seeing where he’s taking this. 

“What makes you think that you’re not part of that life?” 

“I mean, I’m here and-” 

“I’m not going to be gone forever, Pope. I’ll come home again, I mean Thanksgiving is in a couple months, and I’ll call you all the time.”

“What if you don’t? What if you forget to call me, what if I slip your mind?” 

“Pope,” you’re heart is breaking with every word he says. How could he think that you wouldn’t want him anymore? “That’s not going to happen.” He looks away and you gently move your hands to cup his face and bring his attention to you. “Listen to me, Pope. That is absolutely not going to happen.” You wait for a second, debating whether or not to say the next part, “I love you, Pope.” 

He doesn’t say anything yet, he just looks you so deeply in your eyes, like he’s hanging on to your every single word. He kisses one of the hands that’s currently cupping his face and you take that as a reassurance from him for now. 

The rest of the day passes in a calm bliss. You lay out on the beach together for a while and you go between relaxing in silence and you talking his ear off some more. As the sun starts to set, Pope decides it’s time to take you for ice cream, so he packs up all the beach stuff. Every time you offer to help him, he tells you he’s got it. You try not to laugh as he obviously struggles to lug all of your stuff back to the car in one trip, your beach bag slung over his shoulder. You know Pope well enough to know that his love is best shown in actions, in sacrificing himself for the people he loves. 

“Thank you Pope,” you say as he finishes packing all your stuff neatly in the truck, leaning in to give him a thank you kiss. “Ice cream time?” 

And it’s later that night when both of you are eating your ice cream and watching the sunset that he says, “I love you too, you know.” 

“I know, Pope,” you smile at him, “I’m going to miss you so much while I’m at school, but you know you won’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” 

“I know, Pope. I know. We’re in this for the long haul,” you lean your head on his shoulder, “Nothing is going to stop me from coming home to you.”

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⭒ Dr Jack Abbot Recs 10

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 04/24/2026

⭒ The Pitt

⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02  ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05 ⭒ Part 06 ⭒ Part 07 ⭒ Part 08 ⭒ Part 09

boots! that’s my ego boost! | @targaryenluvs

javadi and santos whine about the seemingly never ending pairs of heels you have. is it your fault your boyfriend loves to see your ego boosted?

kissed and made up | @/targaryenluvs

after pissing off your boyfriend in the late hours of night before his shift, you decide to bring him a nice big lunch during said shift. except not one of his coworkers knew you were actually real, let alone oh so gorgeous and sweet!

beyond infatuation | @rizbert

jack abbot is obsessed with you and he’s going to make it everybody else’s problem

menace!jack | masterlist | @yournamesnob

Two idiots in love being absolutely fucking annoying with each other and making it everyone's problem

Visiting Jack at work | @dixonlvr

Secret relationship | @/dixonlvr

3 times The Pitt suspected your relationship with Jack and 1 time you revealed it.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 | @springtyme

The night takes a turn when Jack finds you in the ER hallway with two little girls who look unmistakably like you. He realizes there’s a whole part of your life he never knew about. But maybe, if you let him, he’d really like to understand it.

You better think about your next words carefully, or they will be your last ones | @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

Babies, and older children alike had always gravitated towards you, it’s why you’d chosen pediatrics. Jack had been all for it, wanting you to be happy with your choice and not end up regretting it down the line.

husband jack abbot  | @satcrns

…for I am the Lord who heals you | @mercury-retrogay

Tragedy often forces action. After Jack Abbot lost his wife, he tried to raise his kid the best he could, now as a single father. And he got damn lucky with the one he got. So when you're invited to go to Pitt Fest with your friends, he isn't overly worried about you making bad choices. But it was never your choices he should have worried about.

The Pitt’s Baby | @xreader1989

My Girl | @fleurrain

The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient’s life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you and your work.

boyfriend!jack abbot x reader fluff  | @abbottini

Aces | @somethingeh

you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself with a very permanent problem?

you are in love | @cowboylikemillie

Walking HR Violations | @neo-nomatrix

The Pitt knows you and Jack Abbot as two of the best emergency medicine doctors they have. They tend to see a different side when the clock hits 7:00 am. A side in which, HR should likely be involved.

a coparenting blurb | @det-loki

Staring Problem | @gemmawritess

You can’t take your eyes off your boyfriend but he can’t take his eyes off of you either

a little bit of sunshine [masterlist] | @mayfieldss

over a series of night shifts you become acquainted with your coworker Jack Abbot. He's a stranger to you more than a coworker, but as work pushes you closer together, tensions rise and what is supposed to be a friendly relationship becomes something more. Slow burn Jack abbot x sunshine!reader fem!reader

worth every penny | @euon111a

the best kind of company

Thirty Minutes to Tell the Truth | @adisillusionedauthor

My hand was the one you reached for (all throughout the great war) | @teamhappyme

nightmares, part two | @bunnywritesfanfic

i bet on losing dogs | @leviathanspain

old habits die hard

jack abbot during cuffing season | @i9chicago

Does Your Mother Know? | @punkgeekcryptid

First day [1], pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5 | @tedmustache

What was supposed to be a simple first day, turns into the kind of dramatic entrance people tend to remember… especially Dr. Jack Abbot.

Jack Abbot x Robinavitch!Reader

Your Move, Abbot | @jrabbott

Jack and reader are in a situationship, but readers ready for a relationship. Jack isnt but Liam Johnson the neonatologist is.

Embarrassed? | @/jrabbott

Reader thinks Abbot's embarrassed of her

PUPPY | @xobiggs

falling for the older guy at work.

The Bet | @alexandritte80

With Mrs. Abbot heavily pregnant, the hospital makes a bet. Who will win?

You Should’ve Asked | @deliciousangelfestival

You keep your personal life private at your new job. Until one day, your son’s innocent answers spark wild office gossip about your “mysterious” husband. Everyone thinks they’ve figured him out.

The Neighborhood Doctor | @/deliciousangelfestival

Dr. Jack Abbott can handle anything in the ER. Gunshot wounds, nonstop chaos, and barely any sleep are all part of his routine. That is his world, and he manages it just fine. What he cannot stand is something as simple as a neighborhood BBQ. But when his wife asks him to go, he shows up anyway. His plan is simple. Say a few unsettling ER stories, make his exit early, and get through the night. The outcome, however, does not go the way he expects.

No Excuses, Part 2 | @/deliciousangelfestival

Dr. Jack Abbott walks into his night shift expecting another case, until he steps into the trauma room and finds the patient isn’t a stranger, but someone from his past.

In Sickness and in Health | @moondustfairies

You didn't want to worry Jack and his overprotective nature, but when you started to feel ill, all you wanted was your husband.

Baby Blues | @/moondustfairies

Jack comes to visit you at work on his day off, bringing with him your little baby girl.

Eulogy | @porchlightfairy

while jack is at work, reader experiences undescribable pain. come to find out she was suffering from an ectopic pregnancy and is rushed into the hospital during shift.

Over It | @saccharinespring

Jack Abbot broke your heart without rhyme or reason. Now you’re just trying to get over it, despite his constant attempts in not letting you.

It Had To Be You | @munsonpetal

you and jack abbot have known each other for five years. over those five years, feelings on both ends began to bloom. will one failed date finally give one of you the courage to admit your feelings?

chain of command | @hearts4hughes

3 + 1 | @/hearts4hughes

three times jack abbot flirted with you without you realizing, and the one time you realized

casual !! | @/hearts4hughes

Burnt Toast | @bitchinbarzal

jack is on school drop off duty.

The Edge | @/bitchinbarzal

jack realises he has little eyes on him now.

my old guy | @/bitchinbarzal

jack can face a lot but your four year old is something that scares him.

Rumors | @girlmeetsworld2005

Love Burns | @lostinmyownwaves

Reader is a firefighter who is married to THE Jack Abbot. You and your team respond to a call that goes side ways. Jack comforts you through it all. Basically just Jack Abbot fluff with a smidge of angst. Also Robby acts like a big brother to you.

Emergency Cinnamon Roll | @/lostinmyownwaves

Reader meets Jack Abbot when her neighbor is in peril and sent to the ER. After he helps them out, reader wants to show her appreciation and bring him a sweet treat.

Staying Overtime | @pellucid-constellations

You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn’t been like this.

secret baby with jack abbot… | @soulluvrrr

adjustment period | @whatif-ialreadydid

growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head

“Pearls” | @/whatif-ialreadydid

a missing earring sends you down a spiral

meet me at our spot | @/whatif-ialreadydid

after a month of meeting jack after your shifts, you finally resolve to do something about the pesky little crush on your boss

Dad jack | @richeeduvie

Jack struggles to keep his cool as he watches the chubby, perfect baby you’ve given him get her shots…

Jelly Little Baby | @/richeeduvie

Jack attempts to be kiss the love of his life, his obsession, his everything, the mother of his child, you. He attempts this in front of said chubby child. Which…was a big, big mistake.

birthday blues | @/richeeduvie

You can barely handle your excitement to give Jack his birthday cake...until you overhear him complaining about your all too peppy behavior to Robby.

cry into him | @/richeeduvie

A cruel patient has you in tears in the supply closet, and when Jack is the one to find you, the need to comfort is only made up of instinct.

SPRING INTO SUMMER MASTERLIST | @avidplutofan

first loves always come and go as the years of life ebb and flow. but one thing is constant in your life. one person, really, that refuses to leave your life completely. because no matter where you goes, jack abbot is there to remind you that he’s always there to stay.

ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ | @daehosunshine

You’re always teasing Jack about being older, but when the hospital faces a potential cyber attack and you’re the one who don't know how to use a fax machine, the tables turn.

Oblivious to Him | @mabel-777

jack likes his younger resident, but, you are completely oblivious to it, thinking he’s just a nice attending.

Keep It Secret | @/mabel-777

trying to keep a secret relationship around your coworkers.

Nothing More | @/mabel-777

jack thought you were nothing more than a casual relationship, but when he lost you, he realized how badly much he screwed up.

tick tock, biological clock | @mariasont

you’re proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.

[satcrns]

family planning

andrew 'pope' cody x fem!reader

synopsis: technically in the same storyline as this one-shot, but can be read individually. after seeing pope with his new nephew, you can't help but hope he might want to make a baby with you

word count: 1.9k | content warnings: reader really wants pope's baby lmao, also never look for an animal kingdom age breakdown that shit’s confusing as hell 😭 suggestive, but no smut sorry

“Found it,” Pope stands in the doorway, a teddy bear gripped tightly in his hands.

“Jesus, Pope,” you laugh and grab it from him, “let the poor bear breathe.” You stuff it into the bag of other baby stuff that you and Pope have put together for baby Josh, Julia’s baby and Pope’s new nephew.

Things have been tense in the family lately, you have a sneaking feeling that Julia’s pushing herself away now that Josh is in the picture, that the Cody’s are wearing her down. Smurf has invited the family over for a dinner celebrating the new baby. You know Smurf and Julia are prone to fight tonight, and you also know that Smurf doesn’t like that Pope’s been hanging around your apartment so much to the point he’s practically moved in, you know she can feel her grip on Pope lessening.

You and Pope have been together for years, but you’ve never really put a hard label on anything. He’s loved you as long as he can remember, since you were kids hanging out at the Cody compound together. You two are just always together, stuck like glue. He has a key to your apartment, you share a bed, you have a drawer dedicated to his clothes, he makes you coffee every morning, and you know his favorite meals to cook for dinner. Without even noticing it, your lives have melded together. At some point, you two made a silent agreement that you’d only be with one another, and everyone around you understood that you were basically dating, even if Pope never used the word “girlfriend.”

He grabs his keys and wallet from the dish on the kitchen counter, which he put there to help keep you more organized. If he saw your keys thrown down somewhere, he’d quietly move them to their dish, he has a habit of straightening up your stuff so you’d be able to find it easier later. “You ready?” he asks you.

“No,” you sling the baby bag over your shoulder, “how awkward do you think this is going to be?”

“It’ll be more awkward if we’re late.”

“Ugh, you’re right,” you walk to where he’s standing, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I can’t wait to see that cute little baby though.”

And just as you thought, baby J is the center of attention when you step into the Cody house. Craig is currently the one getting to hold J, telling him about how he’s going to be the most fun of his uncles. “Your Aunt and Uncle want to win you over with toys,” Craig tells J as you put down your bag of toys by Julia.

“Aww guys, you didn’t have to,” Julia says as she shuffled through the bag.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you start up a steady stream of conversation with Julia about how she’s adjusting to motherhood while Pope sits on the couch, staring down Craig and listening in to what Julia’s saying.

“Craig, baby, can you help me for a second?” Smurf’s voice calls from the kitchen.

“Yeah sure,” Craig gets a mischievous glint in his eye, “let’s see how Josh likes his Uncle Pope,” he hands the baby to Pope before heading off to the kitchen.

But what Craig seemed to forget is that Pope is a natural, having helped raise his brothers. He wasn’t clueless as to how to hold a baby, in fact, he naturally began a soothing rhythm, rocking the baby in his arms.

And suddenly, you find yourself so lovestruck you can’t take it. Watching Pope hold J in his strong arms, you feel a rush to your chest. Your heart feels like it’s squeezing when you notice the silly faces he made at the baby, and the smile that comes to his lips when J reaches out and grabs Pope’s finger in his little hand.

Your brain starts to run wild, thinking about what it’d be like to have a little baby of your own. You think about Pope with a little girl, braiding her hair with that focused look on his face and painting her nails with perfect precision. Or Pope with a little boy, teaching him to balance on a skateboard. You can imagine him cleaning up scraped knees and wiping away tears. You can imagine how good he’d be as a father, shielding his kids from the big bad world. Their protective bastion. You didn’t even realize you were staring until Julia repeated a question to you, but you could tell by her smirk that your best friend knew exactly what you were thinking.

You and Julia are doing the dishes later that night when she finally brings it up – “I saw that look you gave Pope earlier.”

“What look?” you don’t know why you pretend to play dumb, but you do.

“That ‘I want your babies’ look,” she laughs as you splash a bit of water on her.

“Shut up!” Noise from the family drifts in from outside, the sound of laughter and cheer, and from the corner of your eye, you can see Pope holding J. “What am I supposed to say, ‘Pope, will you please knock me up’?”

“I mean, you could.”

“But like,” you glance back at him again, “What if that’s not where we are right now, what if he looks at me like I’m crazy and I find out that he doesn’t care as much about us as I do.”

She looks at you sympathetically, “Y/N, Pope loves you so much. He’s obsessed with you. He might not be the type to scream it from the rooftops, but trust me when I say that he is so deeply in love with you.”

“But how do you know?”

“The way he looks at you, the way he anticipates your next move, the way he talks about you,” she looks at you skeptically, “do you want me to go on? Plus, imagine if J had a little cousin around, it’d be so cute.”

“Yeah, yeah,” your mind is drifting, “maybe I’ll talk to him about it.”

Later that night, you’re in Pope’s truck, on your way back to your place. You’re mind is still drifting, thinking about whether or not you want to approach Pope about your thoughts. You’re looking out the window, deep in your spiral of thoughts.

“Y/N?” Pope drags you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Is something wrong? You’re fidgeting with your rings and you haven’t said a single thing about any of the songs playing on the radio,” at this moment, you hate that he can read you so well.

“Sorry, Pope,” you put a hand on his arm for reassurance. “I’ve just got something on my mind.”

You take your hand off his arm and he immediately grabs it, squeezing your hand lightly to let you know you can share if you want. “You know,” you smile up at him, “I really love this song.”

You’re getting ready for bed when you get home, washing your face and brushing your teeth. You have your toothbrush in your mouth, when you look at Pope, who’s currently sitting on the bed scrolling through channels on the TV. His shirt has been discarded, and you get a beautiful view of the freckles that cover his back and shoulders.

You finish up in the bathroom and then meet him in the bedroom, climbing into bed next to him. He keeps flicking through channels, and his other hand drops down to your hair to run his fingers through it. “J’s such a cute kid,” you hum as he moves his hand to rub your shoulders. “You’re so good with him, Pope.”

“You think?”

“Yeah,” you sit up so you can look at him face to face. “Pope, if I ask you something can you promise not to freak out?”

“What does that mean?”

“Just, watching you with J today, I,” you hesitate and think of what to say next, “I want to have a baby, Andrew.”

You can see the effect your words have on him. He’s silent for a while, long enough to concern you a bit, and you can see the gears turning in his mind.

“You want to have a baby,” he repeats back to you, then quietly he adds “with me?”

“Yes, silly,” you cup his face in your hands, “I want to have a baby with you.”

“But, I don’t, I’m not,” you hate that he’s struggling with this, “my dad wasn’t around and all I had was Smurf. Are you sure you want it to be the person you do this with? I won’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Nobody knows what they’re doing when they become parents. But we’ll do it together. And I know we haven’t talked much about what our relationship is, but Andrew, I love you so much, and there’s nobody else I’d want to do this with,” you desperately scan his face for any sign that he’s on the same page as you.

“I love you, too,” he looks like he’s about to cry, which makes your own emotions run haywire.

“You could move in, you know.”

“But Smurf,” he starts and you cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he has for her.

“You can still go home whenever you want. But, I mean, you basically already have all your stuff here, it wouldn’t take too much to move you in. And then I’d have you to myself all the time,” you know he reads the double meaning in your tone, and it makes him laugh.

“No one has ever wanted to spend that much time with me.”

“Andrew Cody,” you make a big show of it, grabbing his hands and locking eyes with him, “Will you move in with me and potentially knock me up?”

“Jesus,” he laughs, moving in closer to you, “Yes, I will move in with you, and make a baby with you.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, and when you break away you look at him, “maybe we should do some practice,” you kiss him once, “you know, for when I’m ovulating,” you kiss him again.

“I like that idea,” his hands move to the hem of your t-shirt, helping you pull it over your head and then kissing your lips hungrily again, his hands moving down your body, “I can’t wait to make you a mom.”

You’re laying in bed with Pope after, both still naked and not caring to move. Your head is on his chest and he’s going between playing with your fingers and running his hands along your back. “What do you think our kid would be like?” He asks.

“Quiet and brooding,” you joke, “I don’t know.”

“I hope it doesn’t end up like me, I hope it’s like you.”

“Don’t say that, Pope,” you try to lighten the mood, “I’ll be kind of mad if our kid doesn’t have freckles.”

“Oh, yeah?” he looks down at you, “what if it doesn’t?”

“I guess we’ll have to have more, then,” you sit up to look at him.

“You’re serious about this?” you can see in his face how badly he’s wanting it.

“So serious. Our cute little family,” you kiss him, “I can’t wait to see you as a dad. I know our kid will love you just as much as I do.”

Let’s just say it’s not long before you’re presenting Pope with a positive pregnancy test.

[satcrns]

you make it hard to be alone

jack abbot x fem!doctor!reader

title from: promises by luke hemmings

synopsis: you work the night shift with jack at ptmc and he's pining hard for you hard. he's thought about telling you multiple times, but after you both work a hard case, he's finally had enough and breaks

word count: 2.2k | cw: mentions of sexual assault (not reader, but a patient), reader wears a sports bra, i also have no idea if the medical stuff is accurate in this, i studied english not medicine lol

Dr. Jack Abbot has been pining after you for a while, longer than he'd like to admit, long enough that Robby even knows about how Jack feels towards you.

When you joined the night shift, Jack figured that he would treat you like every other doctor that comes through PTMC -- he'd be gruff, yet caring, letting you in enough to keep everything running smoothly, while also keeping you an arms length away.

However, to his annoyance, he just couldn't do that with you. Night shifts can be rough, they can take a lot out of you, but he felt himself always excited to see you. You, who managed to bring some sunshine to the Pitt’s night shift.

He'd been harboring a little crush on you, he was just going to shake it off, but it all snowballed when a charmingly nosy old lady, Gloria, came into the ER and decided to play matchmaker.

She had come to the Pitt around 9 pm, she had taken a fall while out to dinner with her daughter and grandkids. She’s sitting on the bed, telling you what happened while you're checking her for injuries when she decides to turn it around on you. "I bet this job is a hard one," she looks at you, "you married, hun? I bet it's hard to keep a husband happy working hours like this."

"Not married, no," you respond with a polite laugh, looking closely at a bruise on her arm, "Did you happen to hit your head when you fell?"

"Oh, I don't think so," she looks at you skeptically, "a boyfriend?"

“Nope," you're trying not to get annoyed as you check her head for injury. As a saving grace, Jack walks into the room, "I’m Dr. Abbot, what do we have in here?"

"I fell, hun, nothing too serious," she laughs and dismisses her daughter's comments, "Dr. L/N here is taking good care of me."

"I bet she is," Jack smirks at you and you swear you can feel your heart flipping circles in your chest, "What do you see, Dr. L/N?"

"Bruising on the arms, slight tenderness at the back of the head. I’m thinking head CT to make sure everything looks good before we discharge," you look at Jack, waiting for his approval.

"Sounds good, put the orders in," and he's about to leave when he hears it: "What about you, silver fox, you married?" Gloria says, eyeing between the two of you.

He almost dies of embarrassment when he says "no."

"Girlfriend?" You’re almost pleased watching her do the same song and dance with Jack that she just did to you.

"Uh, no, single."

"Well then, do I have the girl for you," you almost love how much fun she's having with this, "Take this pretty doctor out for a date, why don't you?" she points to you, and you think that Jack might even be blushing.

"I think that'd be an HR violation, Gloria," he recovers and his natural flirtatiousness is back in his voice.

"Psh," she looks to her daughter for backup, "Don’t let HR get in the way of true love."

"I’ll go put the CT orders in!" You are desperate now to get this conversation over with, sparing both yourself and Jack more embarrassment. You don't want to admit that you've thought about Jack that way before, but Gloria’s prodding did nothing but bring all those thoughts to the forefront. Thoughts about how his arms look in his scrubs, or how cute he is when he gets perked up about something, or how hot is was when he explained a procedure to you that they used to do a lot during his time in the military. You just didn't think Jack Abbot felt the same way about you.

But unbeknownst to you, when the day shift arrived, and when Robby found Abbot on the roof, his first question to Robby was "would you ever date a doctor on your staff?”

He thinks about bringing it up to you again a couple of days later, when you’re sitting in front of him with your shirt off. There was an accident while you were operating on a patient and now you’ve got a cut on your back. You tried not to make a big deal about it, but Jack noticed that something was wrong and pulled you into an empty room to check your cut. 

“I’ll turn around while you take your shirt off,” he says to you, turning around while you make yourself comfortable. When he faces you again, he’s fighting a blush and maybe something more as he sees you in your sports bra that you wear under your scrubs. 

“Sorry,” you don’t really know what you’re apologizing for, but you hate that you might be making him feel awkward. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he says putting on blue gloves and coming up behind you to see what he needs to do to take care of it, “it’s my job to make sure you’re ok.” 

You fall silent as he starts to clean your cut, listening to him breathing behind you and trying not to lose your mind having Jack behind you. He puts a bandage over your cut. “You’re all good, take it easy out there, okay?” 

He’s gathering up his supplies when you say “You’re a really good attending, I’ve been in hospitals with some really shitty ones.”

“It helps that I’ve got good residents,” he says it in his matter-of-fact Jack Abbot way, “you have any more problems tonight, you come find me,” and he walks out of the room, leaving you there by yourself. Little do you know, he’s mentally kicking himself. You gave him a compliment, and he responded by complimenting all his residents and then walking away? But he also knows that no matter how bad he wanted to, he couldn’t tell you that he’s harboring feelings for you on the clock.

It finally comes out a couple weeks later. You’ve been slammed at PTMC over the last couple of weeks, and the hardest cases seem to keep falling in your hands. Jack has been keeping an eye on you, seeing how everything is affecting you. He knows you can handle the pressure, he knows you’re a good doctor, but he also doesn’t want to see you burn yourself out to the point it’s hard to get back.

Jack finds you as you’re gloving up, about to head into one of the examination rooms. “What you got for me?” Jack throws his gloves into the trash can and reaches for the hand sanitizer. 

“I’m about to an examination for Dana, they need it for the rape kit,” Jack watches you closely, he can tell this week has gotten under your skin, but he also knows that you won’t take a break. He cranes his neck to get a better look at you, to really make sure that everything’s good. 

“Come find me when you’re done, ok,” you nod and start to walk away, but he stops you. “Ok?” he repeats. 

“Yeah, Jack,” you walk toward the exam room, and he stays behind, watching you like a hawk. 

When you come back out of the exam room, you find yourself faltering. You’re struggling to catch your breath, and you’re blinking black the pressure building up in your eyes. You feel as though you’ve been drowning in other people’s pain and even when you get home, you’re sleeping and then preparing to get ready for your next shift in the ER. You’ve usually been good at shielding yourself from the suffering, but when you listened to the college girl, she’d just wanted to go to a bar with her friends, tell you her story, you could feel yourself breaking. 

“You’ve done a great job,” you tell her leaving the exam room, “Thank you for coming in today, you’re in great hands with Dana,” you offer a smile and head out of the exam room, hoping that Jack won’t notice anything too off with you when you find him.

He’s at the board when you get done, looking at the list of patients currently in the ER. You come up next to him, and when he looks at you, he immediately notices that something is off. 

“Hey,” he says softly, and you almost lose it right there. “C’mon, let me show you something,” he starts walking and you follow him, opening up the door to the roof and taking you up. “This is my favorite spot here.” The wind hits you, your hair whipping around, but you couldn’t lie that the view of Pittsburgh from where you were was breathtaking. “You hungry?”

“What?” It catches you so off guard that you laugh, and then the tears start to fall. 

“Are you hungry?” he pulls out his phone, “There’s a doordasher who will bring food up here for an extra 20 bucks.” 

“Sure, yeah, I could eat,” you wipe some of your tears away. 

“What kind of food do you like?” 

“I’m good with whatever, I’ll eat whatever.” 

“Tacos it is,” he finds a restaurant and starts to put an order in, handing you his phone so that you can put your order in too. “Get whatever you want.”

“I’ll pay you back.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“Jack-” he cuts you off.

“It’s on me, Y/N. I don’t mind paying for your tacos.” 

You hand his phone back to him when you finish your order. “We should probably get back soon.”

“No, I’ll go back if I need to, but you deserve a break,” he sits down and pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit down next to him. He quickly takes off his prosthetic, giving his leg some relief. You sit down next to him and he looks at you, “Talk to me.” 

“I don’t know why it’s getting to me right now, but it’s just been a lot. I feel like I’ve had no time to decompress. I come to work every night and left and right someone is going through the worst night of their life. And I don’t even know how long it’s been since I enjoyed time in the sun, and I feel like everything’s upside down, and I just,” you cut yourself off, I think my attending doctor is the hottest man alive, but I doubt he even thinks about me like that, you hate yourself for even thinking it. “All this makes me feel like a bad doctor.” 

“These are all natural feelings,” Jack leans closer to you, where you’re looking down at the ground, “Look at me,” he waits for your eye contact, “You’re not a bad doctor, you’re one of the best here,” he hesitates for a second, “Honestly, you’re one of the main things that gets me to this hospital every night.” 

You look at him, dumbfounded, “Me?” 

“Yeah, you.” 

“You come to work to see me?” 

“Is that too crazy to think about?” 

“No, it’s just,” you can’t believe the direction this conversation has gone in. “I really like you, Jack.” 

“I really like you too,” he laughs before his next confession, “you know the other week, when you had that cut on your back? I almost lost in when I saw you there on the table.” 

“Really?” you raise an eyebrow at him, “Do you remember that old lady that came in a while ago, Gloria. The one who called you a silver fox,” he nods to show you that he does, “Well, when she told you to ask me on a date, I was kind of hoping that you would.” 

“We could consider this a date right now,” he looks at you earnestly, “I mean, we do have tacos on the way.” 

“Well, then it’s a date,” you find his hand and link your fingers together, leaning on his shoulder. “Is it an HR violation if I have a date with my attending on the hospital roof on company time?” 

“Let’s not think too hard about it,” Jack says leaning down to give you a peck on the forehead. 

“I like that answer,” you move your head off his shoulder so you can lean up and kiss him on the lips. 

“On our next date, I’ll make sure to take you somewhere where we don’t work.”

“That’s a deal, Dr. Abbot.” 

Later, when your food shows up, Abbot puts his prosthetic back on and heads to the roof door with a 20 dollar bill in hand. “You’ve got a girl up here, doc?” the driver exchanges the food for the money and gives a glance in your direction. 

“Figured I’d share the space.” 

“Good for you, doc. It beats seeing you up here all sad.” Jack walks the food back over to you, and he can’t help but smile to himself, thinking about all that he gets to walk back to.

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michael robinavitch whose teenage daughter goes viral after posting a video of her hanging out in the pitt. you were supposed to pick her up, but you got stuck at work, so robby offered to let her hang out in the er until you could grab her.

the tiktok is clips of her around the pitt sped up with silly music playing in the background. the caption is “hanging out with my dad at work but he works in the er 🤪”

it starts with her spinning around on a stool behind the desk, a clip of dana telling her off for something, a clip of her smoldering with santos. she made whitaker give a peace sign to the camera and she does a little dance with javadi and makes sure to tag her dr. j account, and when robby has a spare moment she manages to sneak a clip of him into her tiktok. she’s sped up yapping to him and he’s laughing and nodding along while working on his charting.

the last part of the tiktok is says “mom ruined the fun 😔” and she includes a clip of robby giving you a quick kiss when you enter the pitt, and then you walking her out to your car in the parking lot. she posts it when she gets home and soon the dr. j fans have found her.

she finds you and robby later that night on the couch, robby is leaning on you and trying not to fall asleep while you watch tv together. “look,” she shoves the phone to the both of you, the comments on her tiktok open. you and robby read the comments, laughing at what people have to say about his coworkers. and then you see it, comments talking about robby. things like “dilf” and “do you need a stepmom?” floating around in the comments.

you look over and see robby, who has a faint flush on his cheeks. “they’re not wrong,” you teasingly poke robby in the side, loving every second of this.

“this is so gross,” your daughter groans and sulks away, “i don’t want people thinking my dad is hot!”

robby looks over at you once she’s left the room, “the comments don’t make you jealous?” he raises an eyebrow.

“no, at the end of the day, you’re my dilf,” you kiss him on the cheek, laughing a little bit more about the whole thing.

he leans closer to you, pulling you into him and kissing you on the lips. there was a new confidence in him, the tiktok comments seeming to give him a little boost.

“robby,” you pull away laughing, “let’s table this for later tonight,” you snake your arms around his neck, “when i can get my dilf all alone in the bedroom.”

[satcrns]

Is always, forever, running back to you pope cody x reader , will it be a series or just a blurb .

It’s amazing !!!

thank you!!! i had a lot of fun writing it

i was thinking about making it an au that i write multiple blurbs in and building more on that relationship and how it develops over time

i’m so glad to see people enjoying it!!! 🫶🫶

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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 fic recs

💌 my personal faves that I read this month + shameless self promo :) please remember to give some love to the writers (that means comments and reblogs, not just likes) 💌

⟢ Bucky Barnes ✪ Like a Spider by @tallaennatargaryen you make loving fun by @buckytakethewheel stay by @sheriff-bodecker

⟢ Joel Miller ☣︎ Trim by @mcthsman soft!joel drabble by @veryjoely In Your Dreams by @gutsby white feather hawk tail deer hunter by @mylittlestlamb Physical Touch by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds Necessary Evil by @hanahleah Between You and the Dark by @cherryblossomcowgirl

⟢ Clark Kent ⎚-⎚ tipsy by @darlingdollkiss clark won't jerk it by @maiamore Take It by @godmadeaterribleerror

⟢ Jack Abbot ⚕ olderbf!abbot teaching you medical terms by @st4rfckerz Need You Here by @voidsagent husband!Jack Abbot by @satcrns Your Mind's Walking Out! by @lovebugism The Second One by @alinathinkstoomuch No Man's Land by @butyoudidthis4what Just A Walk-In by @abbotsanatomy Bar Fight by @tedmustache Busy Bee by @mercvry-glow jack abbot likes buying you things by @gxtitobxby tick tock, biological clock by @mariasont Pearls by @whatif-ialreadydid

⟢ Brendon Park 𓂁 protective!park by @basiccortez

NEW IN DREAM'S LIBRARY @barnesdreamcatcher

⟢ Delicate (series, Bucky Barnes) ⟢ Clark taking care of his drunk girl (drabble) ⟢ Clark and his sweetheart (drabble) ⟢ Ribbon 'round my neck, cherry coloured (Joel Miller)

dream yapping: this month, we hit 2k followers over @/barnesdreamcatcher, yayyyyyy, once again, thank you so so so so much ♡ lotta good things happened in march for me, i wrote a lot (nothing's done tho lmao, it's a mess over here), i had the entire month off from uni, i saw my friends a lot, cuddled my cats and started watching the pitt (which is why there are so many jack recs). be prepared for me to start writing for him, too, i'm assuming some time in two weeks.

Anyway. This is your monthly reminder to reblog the stuff that you read, pleaseee :)

💌 fanfic writing is slowly dying and it's because no one reblogs anymore. it doesn't take that much time to give just a little bit of feedback/love (a nice gif, a keyboard smash, your favourite line in italics, etc). please remember that writers are real people who take time out of their day to produce content that you consume without having to pay for it. to reblog means to kiss the writer's forehead. 💌

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always, forever, running back to you ⋆˚࿔ younger!pope cody x fem!reader

synopsis: julia has been your best friend forever, and as you've gotten older, you can't help but be in love with her twin brother. you're home from the summer for college, and go to a party with the cody twins. pope may or may not throw a punch for you.

word count: 2.2k - this started as a blurb, but i got carried away. oops. this is part of the pope cody storyline that i like to daydream about before i go to bed, so if anyone cares, i'd be willing to write more from this!

cw: creepy men that don't respect women's space

title from: spring into summer by lizzy mcalpine

julia cody has been your best friend since you were kids. you’d met her on the playground at school, and since then you’d been inseparable. you’d gone from scraping your knees riding bikes down the street to spending your teenage years suntanning by the cody’s pool. and even now, home for the summer from college, coming to the cody house feels like coming to your second home.

pope has always been around too, he hasn’t let you in as much as julia has, but his presence is always there, and you have grown to find a sense of comfort in him being around. and to pope, he can’t imagine his life without you around. he became used to seeing you around his house, like you were always just a part of the family. making coffee in their kitchen, laughing with julia at something stupid, lounging by their pool and asking if he would spray your back with sunscreen.

at some point, pope became more than just julia’s brother in your eyes. you found yourself laughing a little louder at his jokes, getting sad when julia told you pope was out for the afternoon, especially when you picked the bikini in your bag with the hopes that pope’s gaze would linger on you when he saw it. and if pope felt the same way, he sure didn’t act like it.

but it wasn’t because he didn’t feel that way, he just couldn’t imagine himself as the object of someone’s affection. he wanted to like you and think about what it would be like if you showed up to their house just for him, maybe you’d fall in his arms and tell him that you loved him, but everytime his mind would drift there he’d shut it down. he’d been taught to believe that love isn’t something he should have, so why would he think that you could possibly feel it for him? but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be protective over you, smurf had always been accepting of the punches he threw and the people he hurt in the name of family, surely you’d be accepting of it too.

but now here you are, just finished with your junior year of college, home for the summer and in his house once again. he can’t lie and say that he wasn’t counting down the days until your summer break, he knew that meant you’d be back in his house all the time, hanging out with julia and crashing on their couch.

he hears you talking with smurf in the kitchen, filling her in on how your semester went. he stands in the hallway for a couple minutes listening to you talk and laugh. his heart sinks for a minute when you start talking about a guy from one of your classes, you fill smurf in on your tumultuous semester romance, telling her how he broke your heart when he left to study abroad for the summer, claiming that he needed to be single so that he could find himself in whichever european city he whisked off to. pope knows that it shouldn’t make him happy to hear it, but he can’t help but think about being the person to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

“i think julia has some plan for us tonight,” he hears you respond to smurf, who’s just asked what the night holds for you. “some guy she met at work is throwing a party tonight, she wants to go, so i said yes.”

“but do you want to go, sweetheart?” smurf asks.

“not really, but i’ll play wingwoman,” you laugh, “it sounds like she really likes this guy.” pope comes in then, moving to grab a snack.

“hey pope,” you say cheerfully.

“hey y/n,” you can’t help but think about how much you missed his voice, raspy in all the best ways. “you’re going to a party tonight?” it's just like pope, getting straight to business.

“uh yeah, julia’s coworker is throwing it. hey, you should come with us so i don’t have to third wheel.”

“would julia want that? i mean i wasn’t invited.”

“i don’t know, but i want you there,” you’re looking at him so sincerely he almost can’t take it.

“yeah, sure then, i’ll go.”

“ok great, i think we’re leaving here around 9. i should probably check in with her, she’s probably wondering what i got up to, i’ll see you later,” you say heading back to julia’s room.

later that night you’re sitting on the couch with pope, julia needed to run to her room to grab something and it’s taking longer than expected for her to find it. you’re watching whatever was last on the tv with pope when he says your name. it’s gentle, like he’s approaching whatever he’s about to say with caution.

“yeah, pope?”

“tonight, if any guy makes you feel uncomfortable, you’ll tell me, right?”

“yeah, pope, sure,” you’re confused but also intrigued.

“because i’ll handle it, i don’t want anyone trying anything on you.”

“aw, pope cody, do you care about me?” you meant it as a joke, but pope gets quiet and shifts a bit away from you. “sorry, pope, i’m -” you cut yourself off, “of course, i trust you to take care of me.”

take care of me, he hates the rush of emotions that brings to his chest, the implications of being your protector, of him being someone that you feel safe around. he's hoping that he won't do anything to make you feel differently, that you won't see the real him and then leave like he's so worried about.

julia pulls him out of his thoughts, entering the living room in a rush, finally ready to head out. he offers to drive everyone in his truck, staying quiet while he listened to you and julia sing along to songs on the radio.

when he pulled up to the house, a house close to the beach, julia grabs your hand and runs, giddy to see the coworker she's been flirting with, who've you now been introduced to as jake. when pope finds you again, julia is introducing you to him, talking about how you've been her best friend in the world for as long as you can remember.

"do you want to hit the pool?" jake asks julia, an arm snaking around her shoulder.

"yeah sure!" she answers excitedly, looking at you and pope to figure out her next move.

"i think i might go and get a drink, pope do you want to come with me?" you ask, "we'll come meet you in a bit."

"sounds good," julia leans in closer to jake, silently thanking you as they head off towards the pool together.

"you don't want to go with them?" pope asks, confused.

"we'll meet up with them in a second," you start walking toward the kitchen with pope, "i wanted to give them some time alone," you hesitate, debating whether or not to say what comes next to your mind, "or maybe i wanted to get you all to myself."

you try not to laugh at the way pope blushes and try not to notice that he goes to grab both you and him a drink since he knows your preferences. you try not to think about how sometimes it feels like pope knows your next move, you chalk it up to him being an observant person in general, but in the back of your mind you like to think that he probably doesn't have the schedules of everyone memorized like clockwork.

as the night continues on, you stick pretty close to pope. you and him go to see julia and jake for a little bit, but as the night goes on she gets closer and closer to him, which makes you decide that they might need some privacy.

you're sitting on the deck with pope, enjoying the ocean breeze coming in and people watching with him. at some point, you decide to go back inside and grab another drink. pope tells you that he won't be indulging since he has to drive you back home later, so that's how you end up in the kitchen alone, promising pope that you'll be right back.

you're pulling a drink out of a cooler when you feel a body close behind you, almost breathing down your neck. "did you come here alone?" you can smell the alcohol on his breath, and on his whole body, he reeks.

you try to push past him, but he blocks your path. "i didn't, now can you let me go," you try again to no avail.

sensing something was wrong, he'd been timing how long you'd been gone and he was starting to get concerned, pope gets up from his chair on the deck and makes his way to the kitchen to see what you're up to. and that's when he sees you, caged in by a sweaty guy in the kitchen.

"you sure you're not here alone?" the guy is asking you again.

"i'm not doing this, just let me go." the creep just laughs and takes another swig of the beer in his hand.

"you heard her man, just let get her out of here," pope steps in, and you can't help but feel a rush of relief when you see him.

"this your boyfriend?" the guy asks and is met with two answers at the same time: you say "yes" as pope says "why does it matter?"

you both look at each other with wide eyes as the guy continues to get closer to you. "let her go, man" pope says again. the guy does his stupid laugh again, turning around on pope.

"what are you going to do about it?" the guy tests pope, and without hesitation pope swings on him, catching his face with a right hook.

"holy shit," the guy is on the floor in front of you, cradling his jaw and mumbling curses towards pope.

"don't fucking do that shit again," pope spits at the creep and then grabs your hand and walks you out of the kitchen.

you look down at pope's hand that is currently holding yours, taking in the way that his knuckles are starting to swell a bit.

"can we go home?" you ask him.

"home?" he gets worried, has he pushed you away finally? was that too much?

"well, your house, i guess," you smile at him. you tell him to go out to the truck, telling him you'll meet him after you fill julia in. she tells you that she was planning on staying with jake anyway, but tells you to feel free to crash at the cody house still, she doesn't care if you sleep in her bed. you thank her and head to find pope.

the car ride back to the cody house is quiet, both of you not sure what to say first. you end up breaking the silence with a quiet, "thank you." he stays quiet, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"i mean it, pope," you continue, "that guy made me feel scared, i was about to start yelling your name if you hadn't found me. you didn't have to do that, but you did."

he wants to spill out so much to you: i never want you to feel scared, i'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe, i never want you to leave me, i love you. but he keeps it all bottled up, focusing instead on the road ahead of him. as if you understand his internal battle, you put your hand on his arm, confirming that you understand that his silence isn't to spite you.

he pulls the truck into the cody compound, opening your door for you as you hop out of the truck. "follow me," you tell him, and he does, silently trailing behind you like your loyal guard dog. you head to the freezer where you rummage around for something frozen. you grab a pack of some frozen vegetable, and place it gently over his knuckles.

he looks up at you, faces so close and your features illuminated by the lights coming from the backyard into the dark kitchen. "can i kiss you?" you whisper, almost scared that if you say it, it'll change something permanently. that if he rejects you, everything will be different and you can't return to the life you knew before.

he searches your face hesitantly, looking for every sign of confirmation he can find that you're sincere, that this is real, that he didn't make this whole night up in a dream. "please," he almost chokes on the word. and then your lips are so softly pressing against his. the frozen vegetables fall to the floor as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can as you deepen the kiss.

when he pulls away, he looks you over, savoring the way your lip gloss has smeared and the heat of your skin on his hands, which have moved under your shirt and onto your bare skin.

"can we please do that again?" you giggle at how sincere he sounds.

"yeah, pope, we can do that as many times as you want."