i promise i'm okay

hi. i read ALOT of fanfic. mdni 18+. slytherin, 23, she/her, if lost plz return to george weasley/ any character played by shawn hatosy/ randy meeks

[cherrywineisawaltz]

━━━━━·:*☆ STRONGER THAN ME

004. contact photo

warnings: cursing. joking insults. insecure pope if you squint.

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[slytherclaw1978]

god I want him so bad. he’s not even real!! ugh

[r4bidabbott]

pt 6 of baby daddy!pope except this part has less angst (kinda)

prev. part

after a short back and forth with pope about him staying with sunny while you worked, you finally gave in. you wanted him to prove himself to you and this was going to be his chance to do just that. "make sure she eats by 5. and do not give her any milk, it makes her stomach upset," you kept reminding him as you got ready, him laying in the bed with sunny as they watched tv. he just kept nodding, staring as you changed into your uniform. "do i get to sleep with you tonight if i do good?" he smirked, causing your eyes to roll as you finally turned back to face him once you were fully ready. "call me if you need absolutely anything. i mean it andrew, you get too overwhelmed or anything call me immediately," you mumbled, ignoring his question as you grabbed your bag.

he just nodded, holding your daughter close as you came to the side of the bed. "give mommy a kiss," pope nudged your daughter a little, smiling as the little girl puckered her lips up to you. you smiled back, pressing a quick peck to her lips. you only laughed louder as pope puckered his lips up at you for one next. "give daddy a kiss for mommy," you spoke to your daughter, watching as she turned to give him one. you could see he pouted up to you a little, narrowing his eyes at you. "mommy is gonna give me one later when she sees how much fun you and i have," he spoke to your daughter, your cheeks heating up a little before you shook your head at him. you watched them for not even a minute longer before making your way out to the car to head to work.

the whole shift you were a nervous wreck, your phone constantly in your hand to check to make sure pope hadn't tried to get a hold of you. it was the first time you had ever left your daughter with someone who wasn't your sister. first time you had ever left her alone with pope. you couldn't count the times your boss had yelled at you for being on your phone, but you didn't care. not when it came to your daughter. "i think you are stressing about this too much," your coworker, amanda, spoke as she watched your check your phone for the probably thousandth time that shift. the two of you were close, and she was well aware of your relationship with pope and his family. did she know everything about the cody's? god no. you would never rat out anything they did. you knew what happened whenever smurf got a whiff of someone willing to talk to the police. "he's a good dad. he is always there for you. for god's sakes, he sits outside of here when you work just to make sure you are okay," she reminds you, a small smile on your lips. anyone else would think he was stalking you, which he basically was. you just thought of it as him being protective.

all you could do was nod, shoving your phone into your pocket. you only had about an hour left, you could make it an hour without worrying. you were busy taking an order when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, the feeling making your stomach drop. you didn't know it was possible to take an order that fast, flashing the table a smile before you sped back to the kitchen to whip your phone out.

everything is fine. when will you be home?

that was all pope's message read to you, chills immediately covering your entire body. was something wrong? was he just trying to keep you calm? 'an hour' was all you sent back, chewing on your bottom lip so much you could taste blood. you didn't think it was possible to be this nervous, your hands sweaty and your whole body shaking. the rest of the hour crawled by as you finished up your shift, a sick feeling in your stomach the entire time. you ran as fast as you could out of the diner when done, slamming your door shut. the usually 20 minute drive to your apartment took about 10 with the way you were speeding. thank god no cops were out.

you were tripping over your feet as you ran up to your front door, fumbling with your keys before you finally got your door opened. the living room was dark and quiet. you ran straight to the stairs, swinging the bedroom door open. it was pitch black, sunny not in her usual spot on your bed. "andrew?" you immediately yelled out, turning the bedroom lights on. you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt hands grab your waist tightly. "she is in her bed, relax. everything is fine i told you," he mumbled in your ear, rubbing your sides gently. the stress immediately seemed to melt from your body as he held you for a moment, your eyes closing. "you hungry? i made you some food," he spoke quietly, turning you around to look you up and down. all you could do was nod, smiling a little up him. he looked amazing. shirt long gone, sweatpants hung low on his waist.

he could tell you were admiring him, the corner of his lip threatening to turn up into a smile. "i'll be down in a minute. let me check on sunny," you spoke, hand patting his hand gently before he nodded, moving out of your way to go down to the kitchen. slowly opening the door to sunny's room, you peeked your head inside. you just assumed she liked sleeping with you, constantly having her in your bed. you made her sleep with you. you hated sleeping alone. you pressed a gentle kiss to her head before tiptoeing back out of the room, shutting the door gently before making your way down to the kitchen. pope was sat at the table, a plate in front of him and one at the other seat, a candle lit in the middle. you slowly made your way in to sit down, a small laugh leaving your lips.

"do all this for me?" you spoke finally as you sat down, looking at the plate of food that smelled so good in front of you. his cheeks were a light shade of pink as he looked at you, reaching to pour some wine into a glass before pushing it towards you. "and you're trying to get me drunk?" you giggled even louder, raising an eyebrow at him as you took a sip of the wine before beginning to eat. "you deserve it. you're a good mom," he spoke, waiting for you to eat before he started. the smile on your face only grew, his praise making your cheeks warm up. you just shook your head a little, humming as you ate. it was quiet, the only sound being the occasional fork hit on the plate. "was very good. and very nice of you. thank you, andrew," you spoke sweetly once you had finished, standing up to reach to grab his plate to do the dishes.

he immediately stood up, pulling the plate from your hands before making his way to the sink to rinse them both off. "you just worked all afternoon. i can do the dishes. go shower," he hummed, turning back to face you. "she sleeping in her bed so you can sleep in my bed?" you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood to stand in front of him, eyes glancing down to his chest before back up to his face. all he did was chuckle and shake his head, moving to push a piece of your hair that had fallen behind your ear. "go shower," he mumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before turning back around to start the dishes. you couldn't help the butterflies that exploded in your stomach, the effect he always had on you.

the shower you took wasn't comparable to the ones you usually took. you actually had time to enjoy this one. you weren't worried about constantly checking the baby monitor, you didn't have sunny sitting right outside getting into things she shouldn't. you could actually relax. you didn't even hear pope come in the bathroom, eyes closed tightly as you washed your hair. "your hair is getting so long," he spoke, causing you to jump and turn to see him through the glass shower door, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "andrew, get out," you groaned, trying your best to cover yourself. he only chuckled, feet still cemented to the floor as he watched you. he was always a watcher. "oh c'mon. nothing i haven't seen before," he spoke, his face that eerie straight face he always sported. all you could do was roll your eyes, turning your back to him once more as you continued your shower. "how about tomorrow we go to the beach?" he spoke to break the silence, your hand reaching to shut the shower off.

your arm reached out to try and grab your towel, pope moving quicker to yank it away and hold it to his chest. "andrew," you groaned, head peeking out now, trying your best to hide your naked body with the shower door but the glass didn't hide much. "tell me yes to the beach and i'll give you your towel," he smirked, eyes never leaving your body. you groaned even louder, head throwing back a little bit before looking back to him. "fine, we will go to the beach," you mumbled, hand reaching to try and grab the towel from him. "good. now come get it," he spoke with an evil smile, raising his eyebrows up at you. the dead pan look you gave him only caused him to laugh, your own eyes rolling. you never backed down when it came to a little competition with him as to who could do the most. the way his eyes widened when you stepped out of the shower only caused you to smirk, water dripping all over the floor as you moved to stand in front of him now, yanking the towel from his hands. you held the towel to your chest, leaning up so your lips brushed against his ear. "now clean up the water all over the floor," you mumbled, pushing past him to walk to your room.

you could hear him drop to the floor to start cleaning the water as you dressed, the sound of him rushing only causing you to snicker. you had moved to sit at your vanity now, a large shirt being the only thing covering you. you hadn't even noticed him standing in the doorway watching as you used the towel to dry your hair a little, reaching for the hair brush to brush your damp hair. "let me," he spoke, almost a beg as he moved to stand behind you. you sighed as you looked at him in the mirror, hesitating before handing him the brush. he always used to brush your hair, especially when you were pregnant and too tired to take care of yourself half the time. he always took care of you. your eyes immediately closed as he began, moving slow but so gentle as he got the knots out. sleep was already starting to take over you at the calmness you felt, head tipping as you began to doze off. he was quick to place a hand on your forehead to keep you upright, placing your head back against his stomach as he finished brushing your hair.

the only thing that woke you up a little was something jabbing at your back, your head tilting back to look up at him with narrow eyes. "are you fucking hard?" you laughed at him, moving to stand up now and face him. he never really had shame, a small shrug of his shoulders as he sat the brush down. "sorry," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as he watched you move to climb into bed, getting comfy underneath the covers. he stood there like an awkward freak, just staring at you with a tent in his pants and his hands at his sides. "are you going to get in bed?" you finally spoke with a raised eyebrow, giggling a little as he rushed to shut the bedroom light off and jump into the bed with you immediately. "do i get a kiss now for doing good today?" he spoke, his bottom lip pouting at you as he rolled so you were now both face to face.

your heart was beating so fast at the closeness of the two of you, your eyes staring into his that looked like they were pleading for you to touch him. you had that nervous feeling all over again, just like you had one you two had kisses for the very first time. "one kiss, that's all you get. no funny business," you mumbled, scooting closer so your noses were almost touching. the way his head nodded so fast made you laugh, your hand moving to rest gently on his cheek. "i mean it, andrew," you spoke softly, swallowing hard before you finally leaned in to press your lips to his. his arm immediately moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you against him immediately. your whole body felt hot, just melting into his touch. he hummed against your lips, rubbing your back gently. you moved to pull back, his hand shooting up to the back of your head to keep your mouth against his. you laughed against his mouth, moving to shove him back a little. "i said no funny business," you laughed as you pulled back, a wide smile on pope's face. the two of you laid like that for a few seconds, his arm still draped over your body, staring into each other's eyes.

"i mean it when i say i miss you," he finally spoke softly, fingers rubbing circles on your hip. you missed him too, so bad. all you could do was sigh, rolling a little to shut the lamp on your nightstand off before moving to face him once more. "i know you mean it. but im not all the way there yet," you said, seeing the sadness in his eyes at your words. you refused to rush yourself back into being with pope, only because you knew his family came along with it. you weren't sure if you were ready to go back down that dark road again. "i'll get there eventually, just not yet," you mumbled, finger reaching up to brush the bruise on his cheek, pope only nodding at your words. "go to sleep. and stay on your side of the bed," you teased, getting yourself comfy under the blanket. you knew it was going to be so hard not to cuddle up to him to sleep. "i love you," he blurted out as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. all you could do was close your eyes tightly, heart beat so loud you were worried he could hear it. "goodnight andrew," was all you could manage to get out, your voice cracking a little as your eyes burned with the threat of tears.

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author's note: ok i gave these two a little break kinda from total devastation. (they are only safe for now i love a good angst)

also thank you guys so much for all the love for this lil series i am so appreciative and thankful for everyone!!!! possibly another chapter tonight, if not then tomorrow!!!

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[slytherclaw1978]

I want andrew cody to brush my hair (she says with miracle knots)

[professional-ficsmith]

Hello, Salt and Pepper

Jack Abbot x Runner Reader

Synopsis:  After her mother insists, she get out of the apartment and enjoy some fresh air, Y/N reluctantly starts running again. During one of her daily jogs, she notices a handsome, silver-haired man in scrubs whose brisk walk to the nearby hospital unintentionally becomes the perfect pace to motivate her runs.

What begins as a harmless crush and an unspoken routine soon turns into daily conversations with Dr. Jack Abbott, an exhausted emergency medicine attending whose dry humor and quiet kindness slowly become the highlight of her afternoons. As brief chats outside the Emergency Department turn into coffee dates, inside jokes, and weekend plans, both realize they've become an unexpected part of each other's lives.

A slow-burn romance about chance encounters, comforting routines, and discovering that sometimes the best relationships begin with simply walking or running the same path.

Contains: Slow-burn romance • Tension • Medical drama • Emergency department talk • Mutual flirting • Emotional intimacy • Flirting • Running • age gap • Salt and pepper man

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You planted your hands on your head as you struggled to catch your breath. No way. Barely a mile had you huffing like this. You used to run long-distance track. Running had once been second nature, so why did one lousy mile suddenly feel like climbing a mountain?

You stepped off the sidewalk and dropped onto the bench to your right, giving the pedestrians enough room to pass while you caught your breath. Your thumb scrolled through your playlist until it landed on your favorite "get your butt moving" song.

As you hit play, you glanced up just in time to notice a man in black scrubs walking past Well...Hello, salt and pepper.

His hair was more silver than black, just enough to make him look distinguished instead of old. He was definitely older than you, but that wasn't exactly a dealbreaker. You found yourself watching the way his jaw flexed as he picked up his pace.

He walked like someone with somewhere important to be. You weren't following him. Technically. You were already running in this direction anyway. You waited a few seconds before pushing yourself off the bench and easing into a jog. Within moments, you realized just how ridiculously fast this man walked. Was he late?

You rounded the corner just in time to watch him pull open the Emergency Department entrance at PTMC. Ah. That explained the scrubs. Makes sense, too. It was the closest hospital to your apartment. He probably lived nearby if he walked to work.

Shrugging it off, you kept running. By the time you looped back toward your apartment, your watch buzzed. Two miles. And somehow...One of your fastest times in months.

Huh. Maybe you should start accidentally chasing healthcare workers more often.

---

The next day...

You stopped in almost the exact same spot as yesterday. Hands on your knees, lungs burning, you tried to remember whose brilliant idea this had been.

Your mother's. "Sweetheart, you work from home. You need sunlight. And vitamin D."

Bless that woman. You'd try just about anything she suggested. You collapsed onto the same bench and scrolled until you found yesterday's motivation song. Might as well recreate the magic.

The opening notes barely had time to play before you looked up. Speak of the devil. Mr. Salt and Pepper walked by almost on cue.

Seriously?

Did this man work every day?

You stood and waited until he'd gained a comfortable lead before setting off behind him. Again. He kept the same purposeful stride as yesterday, hands tucked into his jacket pockets while he headed straight for PTMC. He disappeared through the Emergency Department doors.

You ran past the hospital, looped around the block, and headed home. Your watch buzzed. Another two miles. One minute faster than yesterday.

You stared at the screen.

Okay...

Now that was weird.

---

By the third day, something had changed.

You ran past the bench without stopping. The YouTube stretches you'd started doing every night must have actually worked because your legs felt lighter and your breathing steadier. You were settling into a comfortable pace when something felt...off.

You looked down. Untied shoe. Seriously?

You stepped to the side of the sidewalk and crouched to tie it. As you pulled the laces tight, another pair of shoes entered your peripheral vision. Recognizable running shoes. You looked up. Mr. Salt and Pepper. Three days in a row.

Either he worked the strangest schedule imaginable, or hospitals secretly never closed. You stood and started jogging again. That's when you noticed it. A slight limp. Barely noticeable. The kind you'd miss if you weren't already paying far too much attention to this man.

Maybe an old injury. Maybe a prosthetic. Your grandfather had walked with a prosthetic after losing his leg years ago. Could be something like that. Was it weird that somehow it made him even more attractive?

Not prosthetics in general.

Just...

On him.

Definitely not Grandpa. That would be horrifying. He disappeared into the Emergency Department like clockwork while you finished your route home.

---

By the end of the week, it had become a routine.

Wake up.

Work.

Stretch.

Work.

Run.

Accidentally meet Mr. Salt and Pepper.

Run faster than you ever have before.

It wasn't until Saturday morning that the routine broke. You were halfway to your usual bench when you realized the sidewalk felt...Empty. No purposeful footsteps. No black scrubs. No silver hair disappearing around the corner.

You slowed to a walk before you could stop yourself. Maybe today was his day off. Weird. You hadn't realized you'd started expecting him.

Shaking it off, you finished your run anyway.

Your watch buzzed.

Two miles.

Thirty-eight seconds slower than yesterday.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

So apparently your cardio was emotionally attached to a middle-aged emergency department employee who didn't even know your name.

Fantastic.

---

Monday afternoon, he was back.

You spotted him before he spotted you. Something looked...off. His limp was worse. Much worse. He wasn't walking with the same quick confidence anymore. His shoulders were tense, and every few steps he subtly shifted his weight as if trying to hide the pain.

Without thinking, you slowed your pace. Then he stumbled. Not enough to fall. Just enough for the coffee in his travel mug to slosh over the rim. He muttered something under his breath.

You hesitated.

This was the first time you'd ever been close enough to actually speak to him.

Do you say something?

Or keep pretending the two of you haven't shared the same sidewalk every afternoon at exactly 6 pm for over a week?

You kept running. You didn’t say anything. You watched him walk through the ED doors and you went your normal route back to your apartment.

What a scaredy cat.

----

Tuesday afternoon.

There he was. Back to his normal pace. Well...mostly. The limp was still there, though less noticeable than it had been on Monday. If you hadn't been paying an almost embarrassing amount of attention, you probably wouldn't have caught it.

Not that you were paying attention. Obviously.

You stretched one last time before starting your run, making sure to give him his usual head start. You'd perfected the timing by now. Twenty seconds. Long enough that it didn't look like you were following him.

Short enough that you'd catch up just enough to let his ridiculously fast walking pace bully you into running faster. It was a system. A weird system. But a system nonetheless. You settled into your jog, your playlist drowning out the sound of traffic.

Half a mile in, your watch vibrated. Fastest split yet.

"Okay," you muttered between breaths. "This is getting ridiculous."

The Emergency Department entrance came into view. Mr. Salt and Pepper pushed through the automatic doors without a second glance. Just like always.

---

Wednesday.

You saw him before he saw you. Or...At least you thought he hadn't seen you. He adjusted the strap of the backpack slung over one shoulder and continued toward the hospital. You fell into your now familiar pace.

Not too close. Not too far.

Your breathing was easier now. Your legs didn't burn nearly as much. You almost missed it. As he reached the crosswalk, he looked over his shoulder.

Not enough to stare. Just...A glance.

Your heart immediately decided to attempt escape through your throat.

Did he...No. Couldn't have.

You looked away so fast you nearly ran into a mailbox.

Smooth.

Very smooth.

---

Thursday.

The moment you sat down on your usual spot on your usual bench, you spotted the familiar silver streak in the distance. You smiled before you could stop yourself.

"...This is becoming a problem."

Still, you resumed your watch, let him get his head start, and took off.

Everything was normal until you reached the hospital. He stopped.

Actually stopped.

Not at the doors.

At the crosswalk.

You slowed too, pretending to stretch your calves while waiting for the light to change. The pedestrian signal flashed. He crossed. You followed several yards behind. The automatic doors slid open.

He disappeared inside. Only......he looked back. Actually looked back. Your eyes met for maybe half a second before the doors closed.

"Oh my God."

He knew. He absolutely knew. You buried your face in your hands while still jogging.

"I'm moving."

You announced to absolutely no one.

"I'm changing cities."

---

Friday.

You almost didn't go. Embarrassment was a surprisingly effective cardio deterrent.

But by five-thirty, your running shoes were on. You were halfway down the block before you convinced yourself you were overthinking everything. He probably hadn't even looked at you.

People looked around. It was normal. You reached your usual bench.

There he was. Same scrubs. Same backpack. Same purposeful stride. Everything was normal.

Good. You waited your twenty seconds. Started running. Halfway to the hospital-

"You know..."

A voice beside you nearly made you trip over your own feet. You looked over. Mr. Salt and Pepper.

Walking.

Right.

Beside.

You.

"You know," he repeated, one corner of his mouth twitching upward, "if you're going to pace me every afternoon, you could at least say good afternoon."

...

...

...

Your soul left your body. "I-"

Nothing. No words. Not a single functioning thought.

Your brain had simply shut off. "I wasn't-"

You stopped talking. Because yes. Yes, you absolutely had been.

His smile widened just enough to be noticeable. "I promise I'm not filing a police report."

"Oh, my God."

"I figured if you were dangerous, you would've made your move by now."

Heat flooded your face so quickly you thought you might actually combust. "I swear I'm not following you."

"I know."

"You do?"

"You always slow down at the same bench."

"..."

"You wait."

"..."

"Count to about twenty."

"..."

"Then start running."

Your jaw slowly fell open. "No..."

He nodded once.

"I noticed on day two."

"DAY TWO?"

"I was curious."

You covered your face with both hands. "I cannot believe this."

"I found it more amusing than concerning."

"I have to move."

He laughed. Actually laughed. It wasn't loud. Just tired. Warm. The kind of laugh that sounded like he hadn't done it much lately.

"You don't have to move."

"I absolutely do."

"You've committed to the bit for almost two weeks now."

"I genuinely thought I was being subtle."

"You were not."

"Oh my God."

"You did get significantly faster."

You blinked. "...You noticed that too?"

"I work in emergency medicine." He shrugged. "Observation is kind of the job."

The hospital came into view.

He adjusted his backpack. "I'm Jack."

You stared for a second.

Right. Names. Humans exchanged names.

"Y/N."

"It's nice to officially meet my motivational runner."

"I hate that title."

"I think it suits you."

Before you could respond, he stepped backward toward the Emergency Department entrance.

"Have a good run, Y/N."

The doors slid open. Then he was gone. You stood there for several seconds. Your watch buzzed. Personal best.

What the fuck.

---

After that, pretending not to know each other would've been weird. So, every afternoon, somewhere between your apartment and the hospital, one of you would say hello. Sometimes it lasted thirty seconds. Sometimes almost five minutes if the crosswalk light was particularly stubborn.

You learned little things. He preferred black coffee. You preferred iced coffee regardless of the weather. He hated running. You hated hospitals. He'd lived in the city for 10 years.

You'd been there for 10 months.

He'd started teasing you about your playlist after overhearing one too many aggressively motivational songs blasting through your headphones.

"'Eye of the Tiger'?" he'd asked one afternoon.

"Judge me all you want."

"I am."

"It works."

"You know what else works?"

"What?"

"Running without pretending you're in a sports movie."

"You'll never convince me."

"I wasn't planning on it."

Every conversation ended the same way.

"I've got to go."

"Don't let anyone die."

"I'll do my best."

Then he'd disappear into the Emergency Department while you finished your route.

It became...Normal. Comfortably normal.

Until one afternoon, curiosity finally got the better of you.

"So..." you said as you reached the crosswalk. "What exactly do you do?"

Jack looked over.

"I'm an attending."

You frowned. "...I don't actually know what that means."

"It means after a lot of years of medical school and residency, people trust me enough to supervise everyone else."

"Oh."

"So if something goes catastrophically wrong..." He pointed to himself. "...it's usually my problem."

Your eyes widened. "That sounds stressful."

"It is."

"You make it sound like it's no big deal."

He looked toward the hospital. "I've gotten good at pretending."

For the first time since meeting him, you really looked. The faint circles beneath his eyes. The coffee he'd barely touched. The way he rolled his left shoulder like it ached.

The limp. The exhaustion hidden behind an easy smile.

"When's the last time you had a day off?"

Jack laughed.

"...Good question."

"You don't know?"

"I honestly don't."

Before you could say anything else, his pager vibrated. He glanced down. His expression shifted instantly.

Relaxed. To focused.

"That's my cue."

"You go save lives."

"I'll try."

"And maybe sleep?"

"I'll add it to the list." He smiled.

It looked a little more tired than usual. Then he disappeared inside. You watched the doors close behind him.

Somehow...Mr. Salt and Pepper had become Jack. And that felt significantly more dangerous.

----

Monday afternoon...

Jack left his apartment at exactly 5:26. Not because he was obsessive. Because after years in emergency medicine, his internal clock had become annoyingly precise.

Coffee in one hand.

Backpack over one shoulder.

Keys in his pocket.

The same route he'd walked hundreds of times. He made it halfway down the block before his eyes drifted toward the familiar bench.

Empty.

He frowned.

Huh.

Maybe she was running late. He kept walking. By the time he reached the crosswalk, he glanced over his shoulder almost absentmindedly. Nothing. No determined jog. No headphones. No oversized water bottle bouncing against her hip.

The pedestrian light changed. Jack crossed. She'd probably got busy. Or maybe she'd finally gotten tired of being relentlessly teased by the middle-aged doctor she'd accidentally been pacing for the last three weeks.

Fair enough. He disappeared into the Emergency Department.

---

Tuesday afternoon...

The bench was empty again.

Jack noticed this time. Not intentionally. It just...Registered. He slowed slightly as he passed. No Y/N. He looked toward the apartment buildings lining the street. Nothing. His watch buzzed with the reminder he'd set to leave ten minutes earlier.

He'd started leaving a little sooner after realizing he'd spend two or three minutes talking to her before work. Not because he'd planned to.

It had just...Happened.

He shook the thought away. People missed runs. It wasn't strange. He continued toward the hospital.

---

Wednesday evening.

"You're late."

Jack looked up from washing his hands in the physician lounge.

Dr. Robby leaned against the doorway, already dressed to leave after finishing his shift.

"Thirty-seven seconds."

"I'll notify the media." Robby snorted.

"You usually walk in here at exactly 6."

"I hit every red light."

"You walk."

"I hit every...slow pedestrian."

Robby raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh."

Jack grabbed his coffee and headed toward the trauma bay. He didn't think about the empty bench again.

Not once.

---

He absolutely thought about it.

Thursday.

Empty.

He looked without meaning to. The bench. The sidewalk. The crosswalk. The corner where you’d usually slow down enough to pull one earbud out whenever she spotted him. Nothing. Jack frowned.

Maybe you'd gone home to visit family.

Maybe you'd joined a gym.

Maybe you'd finally realized running outside in Pittsburgh humidity was a form of self-inflicted punishment.

He wasn't worried. He barely knew you. He just...Noticed. That was all.

---

Friday.

The Emergency Department was chaos. An eight-car pileup. Two strokes. Three pediatric fevers. One intoxicated man who insisted he'd swallowed his car keys. Jack barely had time to think. Yet when he finally left after thirteen hours, exhausted enough that his knees ached with every step, he caught himself looking toward the apartment buildings across the street.

Empty sidewalk.

---

Monday afternoon.

"You lose your running buddy?"

Jack looked up from the chart he'd been reviewing.

Lena stood across the nurses' station with an unmistakably smug smile.

"What?"

"The girl."

"What girl?"

"The one you talk to every afternoon before coming in."

"I talk to lots of people."

Lena laughed.

"No, you don't."

"..."

"You barely talk to us."

One of the residents looked up from his computer. "Oh, are we talking about Running Girl?"

Jack blinked. "...Running Girl?"

"The one who's always jogging next to you." Another nurse chimed in.

"The cute one with the pink headphones."

"They're blue," Jack corrected automatically.

The nurses went completely silent.

Lena slowly folded her arms. "...Interesting."

Jack looked around. "What?"

"You know what color her headphones are."

"..."

"I have eyes."

Lena grinned.

"Mhm."

"They're very obviously blue."

"Sure."

"You all have entirely too much free time."

"It's an emergency department."

"We absolutely don't." Dr Ellis laughed.

"I thought she was your daughter."

Jack nearly choked on his coffee. "My what?"

"You seemed...comfortable."

"I'm forty-six, not eighty."

"Okay, okay."

Lena leaned closer.

"So where is she?"

Jack opened his mouth. Closed it again. "...I don't know."

The words felt strangely heavy.

"You don't know?" Lena asked.

He shook his head once. "She hasn't been there."

"For how long?"

Jack frowned.

"...Five days."

Silence.

Five days? Had it really been five days?

Lena's expression softened. "You've been checking."

"I have not."

"You literally just counted the days."

"I..." Jack stopped.

Because...He had. He hadn't meant to. He hadn't even realized he'd been keeping track. Every afternoon, he'd look toward the bench. The crosswalk. The sidewalk.

He'd told himself each day that she'd probably be there tomorrow. And every tomorrow had come and gone.

"...Huh." Lena smiled to herself.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You've got that look."

"What look?"

"The one people get right before they realize something."

"I haven't realized anything."

"You sure?"

Jack looked back down at his chart. The words blurred together. Somewhere between discussing terrible playlists...Arguing over whether iced coffee counted as coffee... And hearing about your mother's weekly phone calls reminding you to get outside...

You'd become part of his day. Not in some grand, life-changing way.

Just...Comfortably. Reliably. Like grabbing coffee before work. Or checking the trauma board after clocking in. He'd gotten used to seeing you.

And now...He missed you. The realization landed with surprising force. Not because he knew you particularly well. But because he wanted to.

Lena nudged his shoulder as she walked away.

"For what it's worth..."

Jack looked up.

"...I hope your running buddy's okay."

He watched her disappear down the hallway. Then, despite himself...He looked at the clock.

5:43 p.m.

Right about now...You would've been passing the Emergency Department doors.

Instead...The sidewalk outside was empty.

And somehow...It felt just a little too quiet.

----

Nine days later...

Your mother's cooking had been worth the drive. The unsolicited life advice? Debatable.

"You work too much."

"I work from home, Mom."

"Exactly."

"I still work."

"You stare at a computer all day."

"It's called a career."

"It's called needing sunlight."

You smiled into your coffee. Some things never changed. Your mom had insisted you spend the week at home after hearing how exhausted you'd sounded over the phone.

"You've been running every day," she'd said. "Good. Now, come let your mother feed you."

So...She had. For eight straight days. You'd gone on a few runs while you were there, but they weren't the same. No familiar route. No hospital. No Mr.-

Jack.

The realization caught you off guard sometime around day four. You missed your afternoon conversations. Not because they were long. Most lasted less than five minutes. But somewhere between debating whether pineapple belonged on pizza and Jack's dramatic hatred of your workout playlist...

He'd quietly become part of your day. You hadn't expected that.

And...You probably should've told him. Not because you owed him an explanation. You didn't. But disappearing without saying anything suddenly felt...rude.

Especially after three weeks of seeing each other almost every afternoon.

---

Tuesday.

You laced your running shoes with a ridiculous amount of nervousness. Why were you nervous? It wasn't like you were showing up for a date. You were going for a run. A completely normal run.

That just happened to overlap with the commute of one sarcastic emergency physician. No big deal. You started your watch. Stepped outside. And smiled despite yourself. It felt good to be back. You reached your usual bench.

Empty.

You glanced down the street.

No silver hair.

No black scrubs.

Maybe he'd already gone. That tiny flicker of disappointment surprised you. You shrugged and started running anyway.

Not even 3 seconds later...

"There you are."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. You turned. Jack was walking a few feet behind you, coffee in hand, looking entirely too amused.

"I was beginning to think you'd decided my music taste was unforgivable."

He'd...He'd noticed.

"I-" You laughed nervously. "I went to visit my mom."

Jack nodded once. "I figured."

"You did?"

"You don't strike me as someone who'd quit."

Your smile softened. "I almost texted you."

His eyebrows lifted.

"...Then I remembered I don't have your number."

"Minor logistical issue."

"Kind of an important one."

"It would've helped."

You laughed. "Sorry."

He tilted his head. "For what?"

"For just..." You rubbed the back of your neck. "...Disappearing. I didn't even think about saying anything until like the third day I was gone."

"You don't have to apologize."

"I know." You looked down at the sidewalk. "But I wanted to."

Jack was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "I noticed."

Just two words. Calm. Matter of fact. But they landed somewhere right beneath your ribs.

"You...noticed?"

"You stopped showing up."

"Oh."

"I kept looking toward the bench."

Your heart skipped.

"And the crosswalk."

"..."

"I figured you'd probably gone somewhere."

"You...looked for me?"

He gave a small shrug like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You became part of the walk."

The simplicity of it made your chest ache. Not because it was romantic. Because it was honest. Neither of you had planned this. Somewhere along the way, your routines had simply...woven together.

"I missed our conversations," you admitted quietly.

Jack smiled. "So did I."

Silence settled between you. Comfortable. Easy. The kind that didn't need filling.

Finally, he looked over. "So..."

You glanced at him.

"How many casseroles did your mother send back with you?"

You burst into laughter. "How did you know?"

"I've met mothers."

"I have enough baked ziti in my freezer to survive a natural disaster."

"I was going to guess lasagna."

"She sent that too."

"Of course she did."

You shook your head. "I swear she thinks I don't know how to feed myself."

"Do you?"

"...That's not the point."

"It feels like the point."

"It is rude to attack someone before they finish their run."

"I'm an attending."

"So?"

"I assess people."

"You profile strangers based on frozen pasta?"

"I profile everyone."

"You sound insufferable."

"I've been called worse."

"I'm sure you have."

You reached the familiar crosswalk together. For the first time...Neither of them seemed in a hurry to cross.

Jack took a sip of his coffee. "So..."

You looked over.

"...How was your week?"

You blinked. He wasn't asking to be polite. He actually wanted to know.

"It was nice."

"You needed it."

"I think I did."

"You look more rested."

"You noticed that too?"

"I told you." That small smile returned. "Observation is kind of the job."

You rolled your eyes. "I walked right into that one."

"You did."

The pedestrian signal changed. Jack glanced toward the Emergency Department entrance before looking back at you.

"I should go."

"You should."

He took a few steps backward. Then stopped. "You know..."

"What?"

"If you're planning on disappearing again..."

You held your breath.

"...At least leave a forwarding address for your motivational physician."

You laughed so hard you had to grab your side. "My motivational physician?"

"It has a nice ring to it."

"I absolutely refuse to call you that."

"You don't have to." He smiled.

"I already did."

The automatic doors slid open behind him.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

It was a simple question. Casual. But somehow... It felt like the first invitation either of them had ever extended.

You smiled. "Yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Jack nodded once before disappearing into the Emergency Department. You stood there for another second before looking down at your watch. You hadn't even realized you'd stopped running. For the first time since you started this whole ridiculous health kick...

Getting to the hospital hadn't been the part you looked forward to most.

Seeing Jack had.

----

The next few weeks settled into something neither of you ever acknowledged. A routine. Every afternoon around five, you'd meet somewhere between your apartment and the hospital.

Some days, it was only long enough for a quick,

"How's your day?"

"Ask me again after my shift."

Other days...The crosswalk seemed determined to keep the two of you standing there.

"You know," Jack said one afternoon, staring at your phone. "If that playlist has one more early 2000s pop song on it, I'm reporting you."

You gasped dramatically. "You leave Britney Spears out of this."

"I'm trying."

"You've never voluntarily listened to Britney?"

"I don't believe I said that."

You narrowed your eyes. "You absolutely danced to 'Toxic' at some point."

"I have no comment."

"Aha."

"I said no comment."

"That's basically an admission."

Jack sighed toward the sky. "I save lives for a living."

"And?"

"I don't deserve this interrogation."

"You absolutely do."

---

A week later...

"You don't cook."

You looked offended. "I cook."

"You assemble."

"There is a difference."

"You told me dinner yesterday was cereal."

"Cereal is food."

"It is breakfast."

"It was eight o'clock."

"It was still cereal."

"You are remarkably judgmental for someone who voluntarily drinks black coffee."

"It builds character."

"It builds resentment."

He laughed. "You've never had good coffee."

"I've had coffee."

"You've had coffee-flavored milkshakes."

"I'll have you know my caramel latte is sophisticated."

"It has whipped cream."

"So?"

"So..."

Jack looked at you with complete seriousness. "...that's dessert."

You crossed your arms. "I don't appreciate this level of hostility."

"I think you'll survive."

---

The conversations got longer.

Somehow. Neither of you knew exactly when it happened. At first, they ended at the crosswalk. Then they stretched all the way to the Emergency Department entrance.

Then...Some afternoons, you'd both linger outside the sliding doors for another minute or two.

One afternoon, you found yourself talking about your grandmother.

Another, Jack admitted he'd once wanted to become a history teacher before medical school happened.

"You?" You looked genuinely shocked.

"You wanted to teach?"

"I know."

"You just seem so..."

"So?"

"...Doctor-y."

"What exactly does doctor-y mean?"

"You have this face."

"...This face?"

"You know." You gestured vaguely toward him.

"Like you've seen things."

"I have."

"I mean emotionally."

"I've also done that."

You laughed. "I walked into that one."

"You do that often."

---

The more you talked...The more you noticed. Jack always rubbed the bridge of his nose when he was tired. He favored his left leg after particularly long shifts. Some afternoons he'd smile the second he spotted you.

Like seeing you helped him leave work behind for a few minutes before walking into it. You started bringing an extra bottle of water in your running belt.

The first time you handed it to him, he looked confused.

"What's this?"

"You always finish your coffee before you get to work."

"..."

"So now you have water."

Jack stared at the bottle. Then at you. "You've been paying attention."

You shrugged. "I observe people."

His eyebrows lifted. "You stole my line."

"I improved it."

"I'll allow it."

---

One Thursday, you found him sitting on your usual bench. Actually sitting. Not walking. Not checking his watch.

Just...

Sitting.

You slowed to a stop. "...Everything okay?"

Jack looked up. "You ever have one of those days where you're tired before work even starts?"

You frowned. "Bad shift yesterday?"

He nodded. "Sixteen hours."

"Ouch."

"I went home."

"Mhm."

"Slept four."

You winced.

"Then came back."

"You know that's terrible, right?"

"I've heard."

"From who?"

"My mother."

You laughed. "My mother and your mother would probably get along."

"They'd unionize."

"They'd absolutely unionize."

"'Concerned Mothers Against Their Adult Children.'"

"They'd have matching T-shirts."

Jack smiled into his coffee. The tired lines around his eyes softened.

"You probably just solved world peace."

"I have many talents."

"You've mentioned none."

"I've got to keep some mystery."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

---

Friday afternoon...

Jack was waiting at the crosswalk when you caught up.

"You know..." He didn't look at you as he spoke.

"Hm?"

"I'm off tomorrow."

You smiled. "Congratulations."

"I intend to sleep until noon."

"I support that decision."

"I probably won't."

"You definitely won't."

"No."

The light remained stubbornly red. Cars rolled past. Jack shifted his coffee from one hand to the other.

"There's a coffee shop..." He cleared his throat. "...about two blocks from here."

"Oh?"

"They make significantly better coffee than the hospital."

"I mean...that sounds like a low bar."

"It is."

Silence. Another car passed.

"If you're running tomorrow anyway..." He finally looked at you. "...I was probably going to walk over there."

Your heart did a very impressive cartwheel. Was he...Was this...He wasn't calling it a date. It definitely wasn't a date.

Right?

"You know." Jack rubbed the back of his neck. "You've been trying to convince me caramel belongs in coffee."

"I've been educating you."

"Sure."

"So..."

You tried very hard to sound casual. "...you need someone to demonstrate?"

"I suppose I do."

"You know..." You smiled. "...I might happen to be running in that direction."

"What a coincidence."

"What time?"

Jack looked almost relieved that you'd said yes.

"Ten?"

"I can do ten."

He nodded once. "I'll meet you there."

There. Not here. Not accidentally. Not because your schedules happened to overlap. Because you'd both chosen it.

For the first time...You weren't just part of each other's routine. You were making plans. As you turned to finish your run, Jack called after you.

"Y/N."

You looked back.

"Wear normal shoes."

You glanced down at your running shoes. "...Rude."

"I don't want to spend an hour watching you complain that your feet hurt."

"I wasn't going to."

"You absolutely were."

"I don't appreciate how well you know me."

Jack smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

His voice was quiet. Almost...hopeful. You couldn't stop smiling for the rest of your run.

Your watch buzzed. Fastest mile of the month.

You had a feeling...It had absolutely nothing to do with cardio.

note: if you've made it this far, hi, part 2 will be up shortly. It's already written, but I figured I'd leave some suspense just for fun :)

[moodyabbott]

the coffee shop meet cute

jack x barista!reader

—

the small silver bell chimed over the coffee shop door making her look looked up automatically with that ready smile, pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

“hi, welcome i— in.” she stumbled, the words caught in her throat as she started at a man walking in the doorway.

his hair was disheveled and he looked like he'd walked straight out of the longest hospital shift that she’d never want to work.

hospital junkie, she thought.

he effortlessly wore a pair of navy scrubs with a faded pittsburgh baseball cap pulled low over his brow line making her cheeks warm as she noticed his broad biceps peaking out from under his sleeve.

her eyes glanced towards his salt-and-pepper stubble and she waved as she noticed his hospital id clipped to his waistband.

she bit back a smile, noticing he had the most confused expression she'd ever seen directed at a coffee menu.

"is this your first time here?” she chirped.

he looked over at her— hazel eyes meeting hers. “is it that obvious?" he gave her a crooked sideways smile that caused her heart to flutter.

"a little." she chuckled but the second she said it, her face fell. "oh— sorry." she winced. "i’m sorry! that sounded mean."

"it did." he said flatly.

"oh my god—” she panicked walking her hands, motioning that she didn’t mean it that way.

"i’m kidding, kid.” his mouth tugged into the faintest smile making her gasp out as relief washed over her so visibly that he almost laughed.

"i was told to come here," he said as he stepped up to the register. "apparently the coffee across the street doesn’t hit the spot like this place does."

she giggled. "yeah, i’ve heard that before."

"you have?" he rose a brow, tilting his head causing her to to the same.

"mostly from doctors like you." she shrugged.

"how do you know i’m a doctor?"

"i mean..." she pointed sheepishly. "the badge gave it away."

he looked at it, "right."

great job. you moron, he thought.

she looked at him as he looked at the menu and ten back at her.

“i’m going to be honest." drawled.

"okay."

"i have no idea what any of this means." he pointed at all of the specialty items causing her to smile widely.

"t— the menu?"

he nodded once, "feels like i'm taking another board exam." he joked making her laugh— a bright sound that a couple people turned to look as she covered her mouth.

"oops, sorry."

"for laughing?" he tilted his head.

"i laugh really loud." she blushed shaking her head.

"i don't think you do."

"you don't?"

"no." he said as he found himself studying her for a second. she had this habit of apologizing for things that didn't need apologizing for.

"so," she said, trying to recover, "what do you usually drink?"

"eh” he shrugged, “a black coffee."

"no flavor?" she wondered.

"nope."

she nodded, "okay, any sugar?"

"no."

"creamer?"

"nah." he shook his head making her tilt her head, her hair fanning over her face.

"so, just a coffee then."

"yes, please."

"hm,” she pretended to think very hard, “i think i have just the thing." she chirped making him smile.

"i was hoping you'd say that."

she turned to make the drink while he looked around the shop. it was cozy, quiet and nothing like the emergency department he'd left twenty minutes ago.

"you know,” she hummed, her voice carrying over the sound of steaming milk, "you look less confused now."

"it’s because i’m not looking at the menu anymore."

"that helps." she mused.

"it does."

she finished pouring the coffee before grabbing a lid as she reached for a marker, she hesitated. she did it all of the time, the little smiley faces on the cups.. but he looked almost too serious for that. she bit her bottom lip, tapping the marker against the cup— then, before she could overthink it she drew a tny smiley face.

"there you go." she huffed out with a smile and slid the cup across the counter.

jack reached for it, looking down at the cup then back up at her. "you drew a smiley face."

eery ounce of confidence left her body, “oh.. i—” she laughed, “i do that sometimes.. b-it if people don’t like it i can—”

this is so embarrassing, she thought.

“you do it for everybody?"

she nodded quickly, “yeah, most of the time."

"why?"

she shrugged, "i don't know."

she gave him a bashful smile as she averted her eyes from him while giving him a tiny smile. “i think coffee should make people smile before they even drink it."

he looked at the cup again and then at her. "damn that's a good answer."

his words made her shiver causing her hands to rub her hands together ti distract herself on how nervous he was making her. her heart was beating so fast she almost thought he could actually hear it.

“i’m glad." she said quietly as he took a sip. jack paused, rolling his eyes making her stomach drop in anticipation.

"this is really good."

she stated at him while he started back. neither of them looking away from one another. neither of them moved. she opened her mouth to say ‘thank you’ but someone behind him politely cleared their throat.

he stepped aside, "right." he shook his head motioning for the person to walk up to the counter but her coworker came form the kitchen waved down the customer towards them, noticing how her cheeks were bright pink and the order man stood staring at her with a molten hot stare.

she laughed softly, "busy morning." she said, nervously twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

"guess so." he hummed. he picked up his coffee again before heading toward the door but just before he pushed it open, he glanced back. "you know..” she looked up, "i never got your name."

for a second, she completely forgot how to speak as she opened and closed her mouth a few times before finally spitting it out to him. he repeated it quietly, like he was making sure he'd remember.

"jack." he pointed to himself making her laugh.

"i know."

"you do?" he asked in slight confusion.

he pointed toward the hospital badge still clipped to his waistband causing him to look down.

"i really should stop forgetting that's there." he blushed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck out and ofnervous habit.

"it keeps giving you away." she joked.

he laughed.

"i guess i’ll be seeing more of you” he smiled causing her to nod slowly.

"i hope so." she tilted her head as she watched him walk backwards towards the front door.

hack nodded once, biting his bottom lip like he was in his mid twenties all over again before disappearing out the door.

the little bell chimed behind him and stood there for another few seconds, staring at the door.

"you forgot to charge him for the extra espresso shot." her coworker's voice snapped her back to reality.

"w— what?"

"you gave him a double shot." her coworker laughed as she fished off the counter filled with croissant crumbs.

"i did?"

"mhm."

"oops." she shook her head before looking at the computer to see how she put in his order.

her coworker smirked. “you were flirting it up with that silver fox.” she laughed excitedly.

"hey! i was not." she protested.

"you absolutely were."

she looked down at the register, "do you think he'll actually come back here?"

her coworker grinned, "well considering how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, i’ll bet you twenty bucks he’ll be here tomorrow.”

[venussflytrapped]

Doctor's Choice

Little Miss Encyclopedia

all images are from Pinterest!

summary! 18+ MDNI After the confirmation of a long awaited date when you both were Hawaii, Jack and you finally spend your evening together…and your night. word count! 3,232 content warnings! light smut (maybe?), a little fluffy, f!reader, sexual topics, mentions of sex (not descriptive, but HEAVILY implied), body insecurities, descriptions of body and amputation, maybe some inaccuracies regarding art (?), age gap ofc, mentions of shitty parents and broken dreams, lmk if I missed any notes! smirks. slightly proofread. read part one here. read next part here

You were nervous. You didn’t know why you were nervous. You had been fairly confident on the trip. You’d flirted, you’d kissed. But you had also been left alone to overthink for nearly a week after. 

Jack hadn’t really said much regarding the date, at least nothing more than texting you updates on when he was picking you up and where he should pick you up. Everything else was the same. 

Clothes and shoes were thrown all over your room, covering your desk, your bed, your poor cat Cheevies that had of course taken solace underneath the largest pile. You had to make sure you didn’t step on her when you went through to put everything back when you got home because knowing her, she’d still be there. 

Your hands smoothed over your stomach, then your sides. It had already been over an hour since you started getting ready and he’d be on his way now. 

Everything was too much or too little. On one hand, you didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard. He’d seen you covered in almost every type of bodily fluid. What did it matter? On the other hand, you didn’t want to dress too casually and have him think you just don’t care about what he thinks. You hate to say it, but you really do. 

“That one looks nice,” your sister’s voice came from the phone propped up on your dresser. “Why are you even worried about what he thinks? You’re hot and smart. You’re a catch.” 

“Yeah, and he’s hot and smart,” you huffed in return. “I just…I want to look nice.” 

“Well you do- wait,” she paused and shuffled something around. “Didn’t you say he was picking you up at five?” 

“Yeah, what time…oh my God. I’m running out of time. I have to go,” you hung up abruptly and pulled at the dress before slipping your heels on. You smoothed the dress down one more time and checked your makeup. 

It was the doorbell that forced you out of your anxiety influenced spiral. 

“Okay, okay…” you let out a heavy breath and pulled the front door open. Jack stood there, a bouquet of lilies in his hand. He was in the middle of smoothing down his own shirt. 

“Hey,” he took a deep breath and gave you a good look over. “Wow.” 

“Good wow?” You glanced down at your dress before looking him over. You forced yourself to not audibly gulp. 

“Amazing wow,” he reassured, stepping inside as you stepped aside. “You look beautiful.” 

You tried your best to stop the heat from rising on your cheeks, but you could tell you failed by the subtle smirk he’d let play on his lips.

“You look nice as well,” you were able to force out without sounding too weak in the knees. “You got me flowers?” 

“You mentioned liking lilies once,” he hummed and nodded. “I wasn’t sure if people still, you know, gave flowers before dates.” 

“Not many guys my age,” you said before you could stop yourself. “Wait-” you turned to face him quickly. “That wasn’t a jab at your age or anything. Shit, I’m sorry-” 

“Are you nervous?” He shook his head and placed both of his palms on your forearms. “You’re…are you?” 

“A little,” you admitted. A wave of calmness washed over you as he rooted you in place. “I just…I don’t even really know why I am. I see you every day. You probably know me better than anyone at the hospital. It just feels different now that it’s an actual date and not just- flirting in passing.” 

“You know me,” Jack smiled softly while brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, it’s a date, but we’re also friends. You don’t have to work yourself up over this. Just…be you. That’s what I want. You.”

“You’re good at this,” you whispered, interlacing your fingers with his as his hands slid down to yours. 

“Trust me, I’m still rusty,” he chuckled. “Come on. Hand me your stuff and we can head out.” 

Jack was a gentleman through and through. He opened car doors, building doors, held his hand out when you got in and out of the car or walked down steps because apparently you’d thought heels would be a good idea. Short heels, but heels no less. 

He was adamant about paying for everything, going as far as physically holding onto your wallet for the entire date so you couldn’t offer to go half on something. He was a gentleman. 

You’d always felt bad accepting gifts from people. You’d been like that since you were a little girl. Always guilty when people tried to take care of you. Jack picked up on that a while ago when he’d gotten you a coffee on his way to the hospital and you followed him around with a ten dollar bill any chance you had. He just thought it was cute. 

“Did you know that some artists traditionally used fossilized whale bone and walrus ivory to make their sculptures? It’s sad. I feel bad.” You rambled for what felt like the ten-thousandth time. “Oh, also- did you know a whale actually doesn’t have any bones in its tail? It’s just made out of fibrous tissue.” 

“I did not,” Jack hummed. He’d been immersed in every fun little fact you’d dropped in the last hour and a half. Even if they had completely strayed from the topic of art. “You know a lot about sea animals. Is it a hobby of yours?” 

“Uh, not really a hobby,” you bit the inside of your cheek. “More like an alternate career choice. I wanted to be a marine biologist when I was younger- well, up until I was maybe 17.” 

“Really?” He looked surprised. You almost felt embarrassed. “What made you change your mind?” 

“My parents weren’t going to help out unless it was something worthwhile.” You laughed it off but he could tell it wasn’t something you were completely over. “A doctor is more important than a marine biologist. A doctor is useful. There’s revenue in this field.” 

“A marine biologist is useful as well,” he frowned, nudging your shoulder. “Who else will help those animals? Someone has to advocate for them.” 

You gave him a tight lipped smile. “It’s fine. I know it’s not exactly on the same level with the importance of medicine. Besides, orthopedics is something I’m actually interested in. So…” 

“Yeah?” He sounded unsure. “Well, at least you’ll have something to poke Park the Shark about.” 

“He’s already warned me,” you winced, letting out a genuine laugh after. 

“He’ll love it just like everyone else does,” Jack slipped his hand into yours. “Trust me. No one can resist Little Miss Encyclopedia."  

Oh? Oh. Oooohhhh. 

“Oh, you liked that?” He murmured, pressing his lips against your cheek. “Little Miss Encyclopedia.” 

“Jack.” you warned, pulling back just slightly and pouting. 

“Just teasing,” he smiled, pecking your cheek before pulling you into his side. “Let’s go get something to eat, then I’ll drive you back home.” 

It was disappointing the closer the date got to ending. You found yourself craving more time with him. Even if it was just a little. It was almost pathetic. And as Jack pulled into your driveway. As he walked you up to your door-

You were losing an internal battle. Your brain was no longer winning. 

“Do you want to-” you cut yourself off. “No, nevermind. It’s silly.” 

“Nothing you say is silly,” he shook his head. “What’s up?” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line and played with the hem of your dress. “You can come in, if you’d like. No pressure or anything.” 

“You want me to stay?” He hummed, glancing back at his truck before looking down at his phone. “We have to work tomorrow night. You sure?” 

“You can just sleep here- only if you want!” you shook your head. “Just…an option.” 

“You’re anything but,” he smiled softly. “I can stay. Might need to shower here though.” 

“I have a shower,” you nodded and unlocked your door. 

“Let me grab my bag from my truck,” he snorted. “You go on in.” 

You let out an almost inaudible “okay” and slipped into your house, making sure to leave the big door open, but the storm door closed so none of the pesky summer bugs got into your house. 

While you rushed around to pick up any remaining evidence of your wardrobe struggle from earlier, Jack took a moment to compose himself outside in private. He was a man, after all. Who wouldn’t feel this way after someone as smart, beautiful, and amazing as you invited him to spend the night? 

The last thing he wanted was for you to feel pressured. He never wanted that. If all you wanted to do was talk, that was fine. If you wanted him to sleep in a spare bedroom or on the couch- that was more than fine. Better for him, even. Who knows if he’d even be able to get sleep when you’d be lying next to him. 

“Jack?” You called out. When he turned, you were looking at him from the front porch, a concerned expression splashed across your features. You had a thin jacket over your dress and you were no longer wearing your heels- instead wearing a pair of house slippers. 

He hadn’t even realized how long he’d been standing there, but it must’ve been a while considering you looked like you were contemplating ever stepping over the line of asking him to spend the night. 

“You don’t-” 

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head as he walked up the steps. “I was just catching a breather. Hard to focus when you’re around.” 

“Oh,” you paused, letting him press his palm on your lower back to guide you back into the house. “How do you do that?” 

“Do what?” 

“All that flirting. Don’t you ever run out?” You frowned, watching him push his shoes off. You caught a glimpse of a portion of his prosthetic, the gray coloring of the foot catching your eye. 

“Don’t run much,” he joked, but was met with an unamused look. “No. It comes naturally when I’m speaking to you.” 

“There you go again,” you groaned and turned away. “Well, come on, loverboy. I’ll show you where the guest shower is.” 

You took the time to shower while Jack did. You subtly left the shower chair in there from when you had broken your leg your second year of residency. You didn’t want him to feel like you thought he couldn’t handle himself nor advocate for himself, you just wanted him to be comfortable. 

The second you stepped out of the shower, Jack could smell it. That same citrus-y shampoo that he smelled on you all the time. Argon oil, or something along those lines. You smelled like summer all year round. 

“Hey,” you smiled, scrunching your hair in a towel. “Was the shower good?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, readjusting the prosthetic on his leg. “Sorry. I tried to be finished by the time you got out.” 

“What? You didn’t have to rush,” you shook your head. “Also you don’t have to wear that. I have, uh, crutches…somewhere.” 

“Oh you don’t have to look for them. It’s okay.” 

You were already digging through a closet looking for them. “I want you to be comfortable,” you shrugged, pulling the crutches from the closet. “They’re from when I broke-”

“Your leg,” he cut you off. “That was…what, your second year of residency? I remember that. You were pissed.” 

“Had to miss three weeks,” you let out a short laugh. “You might have to adjust the height a little bit, but they’re medical standard.” 

“Thanks,” he sighed. He was a little relieved that he didn’t have to keep the leg on. You’d both been walking for hours and the last thing he wanted to do was have to continue walking around with it. “Hey, that shower seat…” 

“Was it obvious?” you grimaced. 

“A little, but I know your heart was in a good place,” he chuckled. “I appreciate it.” 

“It’s not that I don’t think you can’t handle a shower without it or anyth-”

“I can’t,” he admitted. “At least not comfortably. Saved me the embarrassment of almost falling in there.” 

“Oh,” you smiled to yourself, mentally patting yourself on the back. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about asking for any accommodations either. I know about the leg. It’s only normal that there’s some difficulties.” 

“Yeah?” He looked over at you with this glint in his eyes. Adoration, maybe? He wasn’t sure. Your consideration was attractive to him. You didn’t make him feel like he needed to be ashamed of his missing limb. Not that he was any other time, but it was different. He’d gone on maybe two dates since the passing of his wife and both of those women had that same look of pity on their faces when he’d mentioned it in passing. 

You didn’t look at him any differently. It was refreshing, like ice cold water. Which he really needed right about now because the way you were looking at him was making his mouth dry up. 

“What’s going on up there?” You smiled, tapping his temple with your pointer finger. You’d kept your hand there, and he used it as an opportunity to press a kiss to your palm. 

“Just thinking,” he hummed, peppering kisses down to your wrists. 

“About…?” you trailed off, your smile softening. 

“You,” he spoke gently. “I’m glad you let me take you out, and that you let me kiss you in Hawaii.” 

Your cheeks and ears flushed. You could feel the heat creeping up and brightening your skin. It was disgusting. You were so giddy on the inside, it felt foreign. But it was Jack. It was always Jack.

“Yeah, well,” you sucked in a breath, already moving. “You can always kiss me some more.” 

“Oh yeah?” He nodded leaning back so you’d fit on his lap. And fit you did. Perfectly. Just perfect. All of you. 

You could taste the toothpaste as you kissed him. Minty fresh. His hands moved cautiously, not wanting to overstep. One found the curve of your hip and squeezed softly, the other found the curve of your neck and pulled you impossibly closer. You pulled away first, and he assumed it was to catch your breath. 

Until you gripped his chin and started pressing wet kisses down his jaw all the way to his collarbone. 

“So this was your plan all along?” He sucked in a sharp breath when your teeth nipped at his skin. 

“Kind of,” you murmured against his skin. “Is this okay?” 

“More than,” he sighed, letting his head fall back. “Feels good.” 

You smiled against his skin and pulled back once again. “Lift,” you tapped his arms and he listened. Embarrassingly fast on his part. 

When his shirt was finally off, you took your time admiring him and ran your hands down his torso. It was riddled with salt and pepper hair, but you’ve seen it before- back in Hawaii when he was on full display. 

“Your turn,” he pulled you out of your thoughts, reaching for the hem of your loose tee. “Up.” 

You lifted your arms and felt the goosebumps rise on your skin as soon as your chest was bare. You had been planning this. No bra meant faster undressing. 

Jack looked up at you with glossed over eyes, his lips parting slightly as you pressed down against his aching bulge. His hands ran up and down your sides before searching further up. His thumb brushed against your sensitive bud, forcing a small twitch from you. 

“Sensitive…huh,” he whispered, leaning forward to wrap his mouth around the other one. Your head fell back and you couldn’t stop the pleased sigh from escaping you. 

“Jack,” you whispered, no, pleaded.

“Take me to your bedroom?” He murmured against your skin while he pressed his face into your smooth flesh. “Yeah…yeah,” you nodded lazily, pulling yourself back together. Your hands covered your chest as you waited for Jack to stand up with your crutches. He nudged his head towards you when he was ready and you led him down the hall. 

Your room wasn’t anything fancy nor put together. You’d forgotten to clean up the mound of clothes you’d left in the corner of the room from last week’s failed attempt at washing laundry. It was just a bunch of scrubs and pajamas. 

“You should see mine right now,” Jack hummed, sensing the discomfort. “We’re busy people.” 

“Yeah,” you let out a breathy laugh, letting him pull you back towards the bed. He sat down at the edge and sat the crutches down on the carpeted floor. His hands found your hips again and his lips pressed against your stomach. 

“Can I?” He looked up at you through his lashes. 

God, he looked delicious. 

“Do I?” He laughed heartily. 

“Oh my God,” you covered her face. “That wasn’t something you were supposed to hear.” 

“No, I’m glad you’re having a hard time keeping things in,” he shook his head, pushing your pajama pants down just enough so that he could feel your hip bones. “That’s gonna be useful in a minute.” 

“You can,” you placed your hands over his and began pushing your pants and underwear down. 

Jack’s eyes traveled lower, watching the fabric hit the floor before moving you back a little so he could get a good look. He hummed, squeezing the fat of your thighs in his calloused palm. 

You weren’t sure what he was thinking. Jack wasn’t a jerk and you were sure he didn’t mind the extra weight you had put on over the last year. It wasn’t much, but you had filled out a little bit. He’d seen in all before anyways, well, whatever your bikini had allowed. 

“Ravishing,” he whispered, sliding his hands back to grip the plump of your ass. “So beautiful, baby.” 

You bit the center of your bottom lip, absentmindedly playing with the short gray curls that occupied his head. Jack liked that more than he wanted to admit. He liked it even more having you slumped next to him, chest rising high with every breath you took trying to settle the aftershocks of each orgasm he had pulled out of you. 

There was a thin coat of sweat that covered both of you. Jack hadn’t stopped kissing you yet, just slowed down a bit like he was trying to seep into your skin rather than get you all worked up for another round. 

“Mm, thank you,” Jack whispered, nibbling at your jaw softly. 

“Are you thanking me for sex?” You pulled back with an amused expression. 

“Not that, but thanks for that as well,” he snorted, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “You make me feel normal.” 

“You are-” 

“Let me finish,” he cut you off with a kiss to the forehead. “You don’t make me feel like less than a man for being older…or for missing a leg. You’re pretty accepting of my baggage.” 

“Everyone has baggage,” you huffed, scooting closer to him. “Plus…I’m pretty sure I saw two legs.” 

“God, you’re unbearable.” 

“No, you like it.” 

“Did you hear a meow?” 

“Oh my God, my cat is still in here!”

[galacticcfangirl]

There should be a Hades!Pope and Persephone!Reader. Just saying.

[slytherclaw1978]

oh! I’d like what they’re having

[drhobby]

bounded (3)

arranged marriage w/jack abbot x f!reader the one where the night shift finds out about your relationship wc: 1.5 k warnings: medical inaccuracies probably / jealousy ? < prev . next >

“You think we should tell them?” you asked.

It was deep into the shift. Jack was perched on his workstation, charting and clearing emails while you leaned against the counter, discussing logistics. So far you had decided to move to his place given he had two bedrooms and you had roommates. You’d settled on a city hall wedding, and he’d attend in uniform so the photos would be sufficiently intimidating to anyone reviewing your file. You had even a cover story: secretly dating for a year, with the marriage spurred by your residency rejection.

“Ask your attorney,” he muttered.

“I can’t. I’d be disclosing my intent to commit a felony. She’d have to report it.”

He shook his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips.

“Don’t laugh,” you warned, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Wasn’t gonna.” He finished typing, his hand coming up to rest at the nape of his neck. “I think we should tell them. It makes more sense if they know beforehand.”

“Yeah. I think so, too.” You sighed.

“Why don’t we invite a few people to dinner? We tell them then, and set a date for, say, a month out?”

“Jack, I don’t have a month.” Your voice turned firm, drawing his gaze upward to lock with yours.

“Then we tell them tonight, and you move in tomorrow.” He gave a single, confident nod—a gesture you had come to interpret as an order over the last three years.

“Who are you inviting?” You asked after a minute of silence. 

“Mmmm” His mouth twitched, “Robby, Ellis, Shen, Lena, Dana, and I think that’s it. You?” 

“Viv and my friend Sarah.” You said, considering he had covered almost half the people you knew. “You don’t have any family you want to invite?” 

He shrugged. “What family do you think I still have?” he asked while he typed.

“I don’t know? Uncle Sam?” 

Jack snorted. “He doesn’t like you very much.” Soft crinkles appeared in the sides of his eyes, a soft smile still on his face. “And we definitely need to marry soon so I can’t testify about your felonious plans.” His brows danced in that intimidating way of his, though you knew by now it was just teasing.

“Or I could just kill you,” you snapped.

He snorted. “You?”

You leaned forward, dropping your voice to a whisper. “I’m a bad, bad immigrant, Jack. You really shouldn’t trust me.”

He barked a laugh, but it was cut short by the screech of the ER doors swinging open.

“Multiple trauma, motorcycle versus SUV!” a paramedic shouted, shoving the gurney into the bay. “Compound fracture of the right femur, pelvic instability, likely massive internal hemorrhage!”

Jack was on his feet instantly, moving with an efficiency that silenced the room. He guided the team into Trauma 1, his hands already braced against the patient’s leg to prevent further damage. You were at the bedside before the gurney stopped rolling.

“Get the traction splint!” Jack barked. “And we need a pelvic binder, now!”

You snatched the binder from the supply cart. “I’m on it. You keep that traction.”

You didn’t miss the subtle arching of brows from the nursing staff at the command you’d just barked at the Chief. Ignoring the spike of nerves, you locked the binder around the patient’s pelvis, cinching the straps with everything you had while Jack held the femur steady.

“Pelvis is set,” you grunted.

“Good,” he breathed. His eyes met yours, intense and unnervingly patient. “We have to reduce this fracture before he loses the limb. I’m going to provide traction. When I tell you to, you align it. Don’t hesitate.”

You nodded, your heart hammering against your ribs. You were impossibly close; his forehead was nearly touching yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“On three,” Jack commanded. “One. Two. Three.”

He pulled, his muscles straining against the patient’s weight. You felt the resistance of the bone, the sickening grind as it moved, and then you reached in, guiding the bone back into its groove.

“Feel that?” Jack asked, his voice low and warm against your ear.

“I’ve got the snap,” you breathed. “It’s seated.”

“Stable,” a nurse called out. “Fracture reduced. Pelvis secure.”

Jack released the traction slowly. He stood, his face flushed, eyes scanning yours for a lingering tremor of shock. The room felt like it had suddenly shrunk; you were hyper-aware of the eyes on you.

“Good call on the binder placement,” he said, his voice snapping back into full attending mode.

You leaned against the trolley, your legs turning to jelly. “I learned from the best.”

Jack didn't smile, but the hard line of his mouth softened just a fraction. He turned to the team. “Get him to the OR. He’s going to be on the table for six hours.”

You stood by the gurney, already vibrating with the urge to scrub in, but when you reached for the chart, Jack shook his head.

“Not you.”

“Why?” you whined, your professional pride stinging.

He didn’t grace you with an answer, already walking toward the exit. You followed, stripping off your gloves and tossing them toward the bin as you hurried to catch up, ignoring the way the nursing staff watched you.

“I deserve that surgery!” You felt like a child trailing a parent, but you couldn't help it.

He stopped and turned, his eyes hard. “I said no.”

“Give me a reason.”

His brows creased into a cruel, amused scowl. “I don’t owe you one.”

Your eyes closed in instant regret. “Jack—” The name slipped out before you could stop it, earning a sharp look from him that challenged you to continue.

Before you could defend yourself, Ellis’ scoff cut through the air.

“‘Jack’?” she teased, leaning against the nurses' station. “Are we on a first-name basis now?”

You turned to her like a deer in headlights. “I—no, sorry, Dr. Abbott. I just got carried away.”

“Well,” Lena chipped in, trying to smooth things over, “it happens to the best of us, dear.”

Jack huffed a laugh, his gaze flicking to you with an edge of malice. “We’re together. We’ve been a couple for a while.” He took a step closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. “That’s why ‘Missy’ here thought she could talk to me—her attending—like that.” He leaned down until he was hovering just over your eyes, his voice a dangerous grunt. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. He’d outed the relationship to shut them up, but the weight of it felt suffocating. You nodded, dumbfounded. You suddenly were grateful to be in an emergency room,suddenly very aware that this man could eat you alive.

The silence was deafening until Ellis finally broke it. “I knew you two were too close.”

“You didn’t tell me?” Viv asked from behind the station.

You shook your head, unable to form a word.

Lena smirked, extending a hand toward Mateo, who grumbled and handed her a twenty-dollar bill.

“What was that?” you asked, pointing at the exchange.

Jack walked away, entirely too relaxed, leaving you to deal with the fallout.

“She bet that you two had something,” Mateo said, not looking at you. “I bet you had something with Walsh.”

“Walsh?” Your brows creased.

“Yeah. She looks at you a lot,” Mateo said, as if it were obvious.

It took a few seconds for your brain to catch up. You turned to Jack, who had stopped a few feet away. When your eyes locked, you raised an eyebrow, hoping it screamed, I got my reason, thank you.

“Why did you think we had something?” Jack asked, his voice dropping.

Lena smiled at him. “Because you don’t flirt with her.”

You held Jack’s eyes in the silence, waiting for a reaction, but he turned and busied himself with a chart before you could read him.

“So,” Shen stood in the middle of the hub, looking between you and Jack. “Since when?”

“A while,” Jack said, his gaze fixed on the screen while every eye in the room pivoted to you.

“Like a year or so,” you managed to say, feeling the pressure.

Jack looked up from the other side of the hub, his head tilting the slightest bit to the side, his brows doing a lousy job of hiding his irritation.

“A year?” Lena asked, shocked. “How come we didn’t know?”

Jack stood straighter, sliding the tablet back into its slot. He squared his shoulders, looked the room in the eye, and said, “Because it’s none of your goddamned business.”

Then, he signaled you to come closer with one finger.

When you reached his side, his chin almost touched your shoulder as he whispered. "Don't ever think that because of our agreement, you’ll get to question my decisions on my floor again." 

You swallowed, nodding in silence as you made your retreat.

Tag list: @thefemininemystiquee @sorilyae @mrsdominickstark @theaskeeps @toxicwasteee @realwhoreforfictionalmen 

[slytherclaw1978]

brat tamer jack abbot peaking out at the end 👀

[wistfulyears]

I DON'T WANT NO PUPPY, I WANT A BIG DAWGGG 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[slytherclaw1978]

that season 1 prison bulk literally makes me start vibrating

[sleepingbeautiiies]

When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 45

+18 MDNI

pt. 44 / pt. 46

summary: the calm before the storm (aka a smut chapter before the family dinner)

content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), VERY lewd conversations. reader being a horny menace. reader (and writer) is ovulating. p in v sex. doggy style. mentions of fingering. over stimulation. spanking. rough sex. praise. use of princess during sex. facial. cum eating. "punishment" but its sexy.

a/n: the horny demon possessed me for real with this one oooooh boy. part text convo and part classic writing. - taglist is closed!

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“Mmmm fu-uck Andy!” 

You’re on your hands and knees, on the edge of your bed. Pope’s taking you from behind; thrusting into you roughly, the sounds of slapping skin filling the room. His fingers digging into your hips so hard, you can already feel the bruises forming. 

He’d already fingered you to two orgasms, back to back. Three of his thick, rough fingers bully into your slick, puffy pussy. His other hand harshly rubbing at your clit from side to side. He’d pushed you past the point of overstimulation; your body arching and squirming underneath him, but he wouldn’t relent. 

“You’ve been a bad girl…” he’d growled. “You’re gonna take what I give you.” 

After he’d torn your second orgasm from you, your cheeks tear stained and legs shaking, Pope moved you like a ragdoll. Positioning you onto your hands and knees, kneading and spreading the cheeks of your ass. Your body still humming; he wasted no time impaling you with his thick, hard cock, setting a brutal pace. 

“You like driving me crazy?” Pope drives in deeper, hitting the spongy spot inside you. “Like teasin’ me while I’m on a job?” he growls, punctuating each word with a thrust. 

You let out a high pitched whine, pussy clenching around him. 

Pope harshly slaps the meat of your ass, watching the flesh ripple from the impact. 

“Answer me, princess.” 

“Ye- oh fuck! Oh my god- yes!” you say, a deep growl tearing from your throat. “Love teasin’ you Andy.” Your head falls forward as you rock your hips back, meeting his thrusting hips. 

Pope grips your hair tightly, pushing the side of your face against the mattress. The new angle pushing him even deeper inside you, leaving you breathless and drooling. 

You feel him so deep. In your stomach. In your throat. 

He fucks into you hard, slamming into your g-spot with every thrust. 

“This what you wanted?” Pope slaps your ass again, even harder. “Wanted me to come home and fill you up?” 

“Uh huh… needed it so bad Andy.” you nod frantically, cheek rubbing against your comforter. 

“Bet you did, princess.” Pope spanks your ass again, leaving behind a bright red hand print. 

You cry out, clenching around him like a vice. 

“God…. you’re squeezin’ me so tight princess…” Pope groans, his voice cracking. 

“Fuckin’ this pussy so good Andy….” you whine, voice hoarse. 

Pope grunts, fucking into you harder. His balls slapping harshly against your clit with each thrust. The pace he sets is punishing. Your pussy already feeling sore, the ache between your thighs only adding to the pleasure. You feel the coil in your belly tighten, moans becoming breathier. Your fingers clutching the blanket underneath you tightly. 

“You gonna cum, sweetie?” Pope teases, thrusts unrelenting. “Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” 

“Ye- UNGH! SHIT! Yes! Yes! Yes!” you chant. A scream tearing your throat as your third orgasm crashes over you. 

Your body seizes, cunt clenching and fluttering. Rocking back against him, matching his now sloppy thrusts. Your orgasm is ripping through you; your toes curling, ears ringing, your eyes rolling back in your head. Shuddering and crying out as you gush around his cock. 

Pope works you through it, fucking into you slow. Holding up your body as your legs turn to jello. 

“There you go…. Cumming so good for me sweetheart.” Pope praises. “That’s my good girl.” 

“Andy… love you so much.” you whimper, voice coming out small. 

“Love you too…” Pope huffs, trying to catch his breath. “Get on your back for me, sweetie.” 

You nod your head dumbly, flopping onto your back. You’re sleepy, eyes hooded and limbs loose. 

Pope straddles you, fisting his cock over your face. 

You stick your tongue out, a satisfied smile falling across your face. 

Pope whimpers, stomach muscles clenching. He strokes his cock quickly; white hot ropes shooting out across your tongue and face. A deep moan escaping him, hips bucking. You moan with him, loving the feeling of him marking you. 

“So pretty like this princess…” he sighs, cock slowly going soft in his hand. 

He glides his thumb through the mess he made on your face. Letting it collect on the pad of his thumb. He brings it to your mouth, running it across your cum covered tongue. 

You moan as you lick along his thumb, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking it clean. 

“Fuck y/n…” Pope groans, spent. “You like your punishment?” he chuckles. 

You nod your head lazily, giggling.

“I think I need to be a bad girl more often.” you tease, feeling his cum start to cool against your skin. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up sweetie.” Pope laughs, smiling at you. 

He’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. And to him… you are. 

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[slytherclaw1978]

“You’ve been a bad girl…” he’d growled. “You’re gonna take what I give you.” 

OH! my lobster is too buttery…my steak is too juicy!

[czarina55]

thinking

[czarina55]

thots

[czarina55]

thinking

[czarina55]

thots

[czarina55]

thinking

[czarina55]

thots

[hotdocsandcowboys]

Where does the line start to participate in this activity ??? I am trying to volunteer….

[slytherclaw1978]

becoming someone’s stunt double or a background character in hopes to get man handled by emmy winner shawn hatosy

[lovergirlcinema]

Please, please, please! Tell me you saw the wicker trailer. Because I am so excited to see that movie. Finally, a new film for the freaks!😂

YESSS! It’s increasing my Alexander Skarsgard obsession. I already had something planned for Bill. Now I gotta add Alex! Freaky black girls, we up!!😩😩

[slytherclaw1978]

no literally we up in otw to the village to get my wicker man made too. and y’all know who im gonna request he look like

[slytherclaw1978]

three characters i identify with

tracey (chewing gum, 2015)

coraline jones (Coraline, 2009)

camryn barnes (twitches, 2005 & twitches too, 2007)

thank you for tagging me @agape-for-more

this was honestly hard for me to figure out and im sure I could’ve done better if I thought hard enough. i would maybe swap out Coraline for hm: lola steppe from confessions of a teenage drama queen, 2004

no pressure tags 🏷️ (& forgive me if u did it already and I haven’t seeeen): @lovergirlcinema @syrenedoll @painflexer @kisscoabbot @oxalaia-quilombensis

[wistfulyears]

[wistfulyears]

mdni pope who grabs a fistful of your bush to fuck you harder, seeing your little clit pop out from beneath the hood and spitting on it. sendtweet.

[wistfulyears]

mdni i have something worse than an oral fixation !nothingnothingnothing! gets me hottr and more psychotic than thinking about sucking pope's dick. it does it for me every single fucking time, and when fics don't have it, i get unreasonably sad. there's certain characters that have extra suck-able dicks and he is one of them !!! guys, we have to suck his dick !!!

especially when thinking about how, canonically, pope is rlly intimacy-avoidant - he would hesitate to even let you. 'i don't... it doesn't go in there, it shouldn't...' he would think it's filthier than fucking you because he's so vulnerable and because you're sooo insatiable. he'd hyperventilate, eyes wild watching you on your knees, choking and gagging, spilling spit and pre-cum all over yourself. you'd stroke him and tell him how big he is, how much you love him and his cock, and he'd look at the ceiling, balling his hands up against his chest. as his orgasm would build, he'd get closer and closer to crying and eventually make you stop before he even came because he was too scared. you'd have to work up to eye-contact, work up to orgasms, and train him to take control. but even as he fucked your face, he'd feel like a sick deviant, defiling you. and worse, he likes that. it's his true nature and he can't face it, or you :(

[slytherclaw1978]

I need to give that sick freak head NOW

[wistfulyears]

this clip drives me up the fucking WALL, he's so HUNGRY but he kisses so GENTLE and his lips look so SOFT. those huge HANDS and the texture on his FACE, the SCARS, and the little gasp at the END. take it OUT daddyyy FAWK, it's load after load with this guy, can i get a BREAK!

gif: @sammy-bryant

[cherrywineisawaltz]

━━━━━·:*☆ STRONGER THAN ME

── summary: working at your best friend Derans bar the night of his one year celebration is as exciting and exhausting as you thought it would be. on your nightly walk home you're offered a ride from someone who was otherwise a stranger. now without a car and a lot of late nights he has an offer he won't let you refuse.

── warnings: non-canon compliant/semi compliant. lewd conversations. curse words. bad humor, ooc humor. protective!pope cody. lowkey stalker!pope cody. eventual smut. will add more as story continues.

001. drive home

002. offers and denial

[slytherclaw1978]

a new smau for me to enjoyyyy