Oh gosh, im kicking my feet with the idea of Andrew not initiating any sort of physical touch with reader (cuz he thinks he doesn't deserve any affection) unless reader asks him (then he goes all in with it), AND the asks started in full sentences progressing to just the word itself, so when he heard the word (not having any context) he just goes in no questions nor thoughts behind it. Gosh im giggling.
'Do you want some kisses?', 'want kisses?', 'kiss?'
andrew cody had never been good at asking for affection. he could take care of people, protect, show up when it mattered. but when it came to simply asking to be held? that was different. somewhere along the way, heh ad decided that affection was something he could accept only when it was offered to him, not something that he was entitled to ask for. so he was never one to initiate it. if you reached for his hand, his fingers would immediately close around yours. if you hugged onto him, he would hold you so tightly and not let go until you did. if you curled up beside him on the couch, he would shift closer without a word. but he would never reach first.
the first time you noticed it, the two of you were sat together on the couch. he was staring at the television, one of his documentaries playing, but you were convinced he wasn't actually watching it. you studied the side of his face for a moment as you leaned against him, eyes trained on the way he was so still. "andy?" you spoke quietly, his head immediately turning to wards you. he raised an eyebrow slightly, eyes scanning your face to try to figure out what you needed. "do you want some kisses?" you spoke quietly, a small smile on your lips. he blinked slowly, eyebrows furrowing for only a second. you could tell you had caught him off guard.
his head nodding slowly. "yeah," he spoke quietly, but he didn't move, remained sitting straight up and still. you could only let out a small laugh, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. you could feel the tension melt off of him, hand hesitating before it was moving to rest on your waist and pull you closer. you moved to press your lips to his other cheek, his eyes staying on you as you moved to kiss around his face. he leaned forward to gently rest his forehead against yours when you had stopped, his eyes shutting. he looked peaceful.
after that, you started making the question shorter. you had walked passed the kitchen, stopping and turning around when you spotted him standing out the counter staring out the window. he looked like a statue, completely frozen in place as he stared out. "want kisses?" you spoke softly from behind him, pope slowly turning around to face you. you could see the tension in his body, shoulders tight and a small frown on his face. he nodded, opening his arms up a little before you were giggling and walking into them. "that's all it takes?" you chuckled as you looked up at him, his shoulders shrugging a little. "you asked," he mumbled, tucking his face into your shoulder with a happy sigh.
eventually, it got down to one word. just kiss. the both of you were laid on the couch one night, some movie playing that you weren't paying attention to. it was a sad one, but the look on his face never faltered from the usual stone cold look he wore. "kiss?" you spoke, looking down at him. your feet were laid in his lap, his hands resting gently around your legs. he was moving immediately. his hands were quick to release you, opening his arms up for you to crawl into. you couldn't help but laugh as you crawled into his lap for him to hold you, a small frown on his lips. "you didn't even ask what i meant," you giggled, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. "you said kiss. you wanted a kiss," he spoke, looking at you like the answer was obvious and you were the crazy one.
a small sigh left your lips as your thumbs rubbed his cheeks, staring into his eyes. "you know.. you could ask me sometimes," you suggested quietly, a small smile at the corner of your lips. his expression changed just slightly. that familiar guardedness he wore came back ever so slightly. "i know," he spoke lowly, your hands moving to rest on his chest. "you don't have to wait for me," you reminded him, rubbing gently at his chest to try and ease his tension. he looked away for just a moment, his head nodding a little. you leaned forward to gently press a kiss to his cheek, then his forehead, then the very corner of his mouth. you could tell he was expecting you to plant one right to his lips, his mouth almost chasing yours as you pulled back. "you can ask," you whispered, a small smile on your lips as you stared at him. he was quiet for almost a minute as the two of you sat staring at each other, your hands still rubbing his chest. "kiss?" he whispered, so quietly that you could barely hear it. your heart melted at the word, your head nodding quickly as you smiled wider. he was the first to lean in, his lips pressing to yours softly. this time, it wasn't because you had asked him first.
it was because he had decided he was allowed to ask you back.
summary; pope being a sweetiepie, kind of a filler chapter i suppose
warnings; curse words
a/n; tag list is fulllll!! all pics (aside from the texts itself) are from pinterest!!!
When Did You Get So Hot? - Animal Kingdom SMAU - PT. 47
+18 MDNI
pt. 46 / pt. 48
summary: a pope and reader date compilation!
content: pope cody x fem!reader, age gap (reader is around deran's age), lewd conversations. not many content warnings for this one. mentions of sucking dick.
a/n: and so we return to our girl, pope, and our favorite idiots! wanted the chapter after the family dinner to be simple, so i decided to go with a little cute, fluffy date compilation. also! may or may not have another horny compilation on the way 😈 - taglist is closed!
pope cody who insists on taking you, 8 months pregnant, to the beach because he has ‘an idea’. he makes you hold his arm the entire time you make your way across the sand until he finds a good enough spot, spreading out a towel for you to sit on, helping you down carefully before putting up your umbrella. in the small, shaded circle he starts to dig. you can’t help but laugh, “what are you doing my love?” you hum as he shovels the sand with his hands. “you’ll see,” he says, a small smile on his face. he finishes his little hole, lining it carefully with towels, rolling one up to make a little pillow before turning to your proudly, “now you can lay on your stomach.” you feel your heart melting, every since you started showing you whined about not being able to sleep on your stomach anymore, it was one of your more frequent complaints… and now, here is your sweet husband, looking so pleased with himself that he found a way to make that possible for you. you reach towards him with both hands, tears pricking your eyes, “i love you,” you say, as he kneels next to you. “i love you,” he says, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, drops his face down to your pregnant belly, “i love you too,” he whispers placing a kiss on your stomach. he looks back up at you, “you wanna lie down?” he says, you nod, still trying and failing to hold back tears. he helps you move towards his little set up, gently guiding you to lay on your stomach, your baby bump nestled safely in the little pit he made for you. you let out a low moan of relief at the feeling. “lay with me,” you say as you reach for him. “ok,” he shifts to lie down on his stomach, face only inches from yours. “kiss,” you say, pursing your lips and he leans into you gently placing his lips on yours. “you’re already such a good dad,” you say, brushing a wind swept curl off his forehead, “taking such good care of us.” and now his eyes start to water with tears of joy.
Contains: try not to cum challenge, premature ejaculation, p in v, m oral, m masturbation, dry humping, grinding, f orgasm, m orgasm, hyperspermia (y'know I love it!), sub! Pope, use of 'good boy' but not fauxcest, praise kink, fluffy and sweet too, cute continuity from last fic if you squint!
You were trying to stamina-train Pope. He wasn't very good at lasting, bless him. He just got so into it, so into you, that he couldn't help but blow his load within five minutes.
You were using a timer. There was a metronome and voice prompts. How fast to go, how much to slow it down, whether to use your hands or your mouth. The timing could be anywhere from five seconds to a minute.
Pope was nervous. 'I believe in you, baby,' you smiled, giving him a reassuring kiss on the temple. 'You've got this.'
His cock stirred in his jeans and Pope groaned. 'Even that got me excited.' He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and a pout.
You laughed softly and sank to your knees.
'Just relax,' you whisper. 'We can stop whenever you want.'
Pope gave a big swallow and nodded.
You unbuckled his belt, the metallic clinking already making the back of Pope's throat dry. He sat on the end of the bed and let you pull the denim over his thick, hairy thighs. His grey boxers came with them. Pope's ears flushed pink when you noticed the smear of pre-cum across the front.
You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, batting your lashes, so Pope could see how into this you were. You were beginning to soak through your panties.
Pope's cock sprang out. It gently slapped the bottom of his stomach and pointed at the ceiling. It slightly bent to the right, just by the sheer weight of holding itself up in the air.
Pope looked at you with wide eyes.
'You ready?' You asked. He nodded.
You gently took him in your hand. The heavy weight settled in your palm, his skin silky and warm. The prominent vein along the bottom slid against your hand, and the blunt tip was blushing a deep red. More jewels of pre-cum escaped the tip. Pope's cock was thick all the way to the root, where coarse, auburn hairs curled.
You set the prompts off on your phone.
'Slow, hands, 10 seconds.'
You leaned back on your knees and looked up at Pope. You could tell he was self-conscious, but the sight of you distracted him in the blue babydoll he liked the best. He loved the bows on the spaghetti straps.
Pope moaned softly as you began to move your hand. You took your time, gently stroking his thick cock. Using your thumb and index finger, you circled the beads of pre-cum around the mushroom-shaped head. Pope's cock twitched in your hand as you touched the sensitive underside of the tip.
'Fuck, I'm not gonna make one minute.' Pope's face was screwing up and he rolled his top teeth over his bottom lip in frustration. 'Feels too good already.'
'You've got this,' you smiled at the same time as the prompt said, 'Moderate, hands, 15 seconds.'
Pope gasped as soon as your strokes began to speed up. His face was slowly becoming more flushed and the auburn curls along his forehead were beginning to dampen.
A low, gravelly rumble escaped Pope's chest and he closed his eyes for a few seconds as you worked him over. His thick fingers tightened around the soft sheets in an attempt not to fuck up into your fist. He fought for his life to keep his hips still.
'You're doing so good,' you reassured him. Pope opened his eyes and looked at you. 'Good boy.'
Pope's cock pulsed in your hand and you heard his breathing change.
'Oh, you like that?' You smiled.
Pope bit his lip, hard. 'Gonna have to stop callin' me that if you want me to last the five minutes,' he mumbled.
'But you are a good boy.'
'Fuck,' Pope wailed, his cock waving at the ceiling and taking your fingers with it.
As you began to apologise, the prompt took over.
'Slow, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Using your elbows, you spread Pope's legs open wider for you. He looked so submissive, waiting there for you to take him in your mouth. Making sure you kept eye contact, you stuck out your tongue and licked the whole underside of his cock; root to tip.
A whimper escaped from Pope and his eyes fluttered closed.
'Moderate, mouth, 10 seconds.'
Pope's eyes opened again, half-lidded, to watch you take the blunt tip of his cock into your mouth. You gave little kitty licks at first, listening to him purr. Then you began suckling on the end like a binkie. With hollow cheeks, you hummed, sending vibrations deep down into Pope's core. 'Oh fuck,' he groaned.
'Fast, hands, 20 seconds.'
Pope watched you pull away from his cock, a ribbon of spit connecting your tongue to his head. His cock thumped as you began to stroke him. You used the technique he liked and twisted your wrist slightly at the end. Pope groaned; voice rough like it had been dragged over cement.
'Baby...' Pope panted, his thigh twitching. 'Oh fuck, baby. That feels so good.' One eye was half-rolling back into his head.
The squelching sound of your saliva-covered fist tugging on his cock filled the bedroom.
'Slow, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Pope's hand reached down to curl in your hair as you took Pope as deep in your mouth as you could. You gagged, desperately fighting for each inch. Pope whined, trying not to push his hips forwards into your mouth.
'Fast, mouth, 15 seconds.'
'Oh, fuck.'
You began sucking Pope down as sloppily as you could. 'Shit... oh fuck, bunny.'
His fingers tightened in your hair and you pulled actual whimpers from him.
'I'm so close already... I'm so fuckin' close,' Pope moaned.
'Slow, hands, 5 seconds.'
You pulled off Pope as the metronome slowed. His lips were parted as he breathed heavily through his mouth. He watched as you pushed his cock between your tits.
'What are ya-?' Pope slurred. 'Wai- that's not your ha-aaaand.'
Using your saliva as lube, you squeezed your tits together. Pope watched his drooling slit peek out from between the swell of your breasts and hide back in again.
'Urghh, that feels so fuckin' good,' Pope made a rough growling noise, watching himself in fascination.
'You're doing so well,' you praised him, 'such a good boy.'
The hairs on the back of Pope's neck stood up and a shudder of pleasure ran through him.
'Moderate, mouth, 10 seconds.'
You took Pope back in your hand again to squeeze the base of him as you ran your tongue sideways along the length of him. His sensitive cock ran through your dribbling lips and throbbed against your chin.
'I'm so close already, baby, fuck.' Pope whined.
'Fast, hands, 5 seconds.'
You began pumping Pope again. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting up to fuck into your tight fist. Pope let out a primal grunt every time he pushed in.
'Fast, mouth, 10 seconds.'
You were back on him with your warm, wet mouth. Pope was desperately wishing it was your tight cunt, but also glad it wasn't so he could try and make the five minutes. He was ashamed he couldn't last five minutes with you.
'Baby, I'm gonna-'
'Slow, hands, 5 seconds.'
You pulled off his cock just in time. Pope's balls just stopped scrunching before it was too late. Pope was almost gone. His cock was an angry purple; his head swollen and throbbing.
'You're doing so good,' you reassured him, pushing him backwards against the bed. 'My good boy.'
'What're yo-'
You climbed on top of him and gave him a kiss.
Pope's eyes didn't leave your tits. He couldn't help himself - he was too far gone now.
'Moderate, hands, 15 seconds.'
You took hold of Pope's waving cock. He almost cried out at the contact. His skin was so sensitive, he could feel his pulse just underneath the mushroomy head, and he was all confused. He humped uselessly at nothing, rutting into the air like a dog for some kind of friction.
Using your fist to gently guide him, you dragged the tip of Pope's cock against your panties. They had soaked through and were translucent; plastered against your skin.
'Not fair,' Pope whimpered. 'Not hands.'
'D'ya want me to stop?' You asked, one eyebrow raised.
'No! Fuck, don't stop. Please don't stop.'
'I'm using my hands still,' you conceded.
Pope was worried now though and losing sight of the game; fast.
'Don't stop... please don't stop... don't stop,' he repeated mindlessly.
Each time his leaking head bumped against your clit, a jolt of pleasure sparkled up your spine. You may have began focusing on yourself a little...
'Oh, that's it,' Pope moaned, watching you with rapt adoration. 'Use me... oh just fuckin' use me.'
You nearly came from just hearing that.
'Fast, hands, 10 seconds.'
Pope pulled you down on top of him and groaned softly into your neck.
He had a moment of weakness. Hoping he could convince you, Pope began kissing along your jaw, scraping just the right spot with his teeth and then licking the sting away.
'Love you so much,' he moaned, warm breath tickling your inner ear. 'Finish me.'
'C'mon,' you tried to shake your head, remember why you were doing this torture in the first place. 'Gotta be my good boy.'
'Finish me,' Pope begged, the desperation leaking into his voice as his leg twitched beneath you. He spread his thighs wider, an honest act of submission, so you would fall further on top of him. 'Please finish me off. I'll be good. Hnnngh I'll be so goo-ooood.'
Pope's eyes were rolling back into his head as he felt himself hurtling towards the edge. 'I'm gonna cum,' he warned you, breathing hard. He began thrusting up into you, pushing himself along your now-useless panties, which were plastered against your skin. Fucking through your soaking folds, his uncomfortably full balls slapped against the mattress. The coarse auburn pubic hair scratched against your inner thighs with every slap.
'Moderate, mouth, 5 seconds.'
Pope was gone.
You pulled your panties to the side and Pope slid raw against your bare skin. An animalistic noise tore from his throat, broken and primitive.
'I'm gonna cum all over your pussy,' Pope growled. 'My fuckin' pussy.'
'That's not the- we should...' you couldn't keep a trail of thought. Pope was grinding them all out of you.
With every kiss of his head on your clit, you became that much closer to cumming.
'Fast, hands, 5 seconds.'
Pope grunted with each run through. Your slick and his drooling pre-cum made a sticky mess over his pelvis and your inner thighs. It made Pope's cock slip and slide all over you.
With one violent thrust, the head of Pope's cock speared into your tight hole. It took you both by surprise, and Pope made a wounded sound like he'd been sucker-punched.
Your cunt tightened on reflex, and it was game over for you. Just from his head pushing in, the sheer thickness of it took you down. You began shaking, and your cunt continued to clench. Pope's cock punched deeper and deeper inside you with every wave of your orgasm, fighting for every inch.
Pope couldn't take it anymore.
He wrapped his arms around you and pushed you down onto him, fucking up roughly into you. His arms arched your back just how he wanted you and used you like a doll.
'T-tell... tell me...' Pope whimpered.
You couldn't answer; only moan mindlessly.
'Fuckin' tell me... please tell me I'm your good boy,' Pope begged.
'Fast, mouth, 20 seconds.'
The instructions had long since become irrelevant.
'Oh good boy, you're such a good boy,' you gasped. 'My good boy.'
Pope groaned, and his cock waved inside you.
Your cunt continued to strangle him.
'I'm gonna cum... oh, your good boy's gonna cum...' Pope watched your tits bounce just under his chin until his eyes crossed. 'Here it comes.'
His jaw fell slack, and his nose scrunched. 'Thank you... oh thank you thank you.'
You thought you heard him whimper 'mommy' before he slammed your hips down on him and pinned you there. His cock twitched inside you before you felt a warm, wet release covering your insides.
'Ahhhh... ahhh-hhh-hh... yeah, yeahhh,' Pope moaned softly, all of his muscles rippling in relief.
'Intense, mouth, 10 seconds.'
Your pussy milked him as Pope just kept cumming. Pope sprayed down your insides, and his cum started running down his scrunching balls. Pope fucked it all back inside you with obscene squelches. Your tummy was becoming distended from his hyperspermia, his swollen cock still visibly punching your guts.
Pope groaned as his cock finally started to soften. His mouth found yours and he gave you deep kisses as the spurts of cum slowed.
The prompts continued on your phone, which you tossed under the bed where you both couldn't hear it anymore. So what if Pope came fast? You couldn't deny how much he loved you, and he was always ready to go again with 20 minutes anyway.
'Love you, bunny.' Pope snuffled into your hair, nuzzling your neck. 'You're just so pretty.'
the morning came too quickly. you weren't even sure you had really slept. you really came to around six in the morning with a dull, relentless ache pounding behind your eyes. for several second, you had no idea where you were. the ceiling above you was too white, whiter than your apartment. fluorescent lights glowed dimly behind a plastic panel, and somewhere beyond the curtain, there was the steady beeping of machines. voices drifted through the emergency department, nurses calling names, doctors talking amongst each other, wheels squeaking against the polished floor. you blinked slowly a few times before beginning to move, pain immediately shooting through the back of your head. you winced immediately, hand reaching to touch the bandage. everything came rushing back.
the fall. the kitchen floor. the blood. the drive through the rain. and him. andrew's face. no. not andrew. jack. you had spent the entire night replaying the conversation in your head, every word, every expression. 'because he existed. because loving someone doesn't stop just because they are gone.' you couldn't help but swallow hard as your eyes fluttered shot. the sentence had followed you into your sleep and replayed over and over again in your dreams. the curtain rustling open caused your eyes to open back up, jack stepping inside.
he looked so different in the morning. there were faint shadows underneath his eyes, his hair was slightly messier than it had been the night before, his scrubs not as crisp as they were at the beginning of his shift. one hand held a cup of coffee, the other held a clipboard with a chart. "morning," you spoke, your voice sounding so rough it scared you a little. he smiled a little, grabbing the same stool he sat in yesterday to sit at your bedside once again. "morning. how's the head?" he hummed, pulling that little flash light once again to look into your eyes. you thought about it for a moment, thought about lying. pope's voice popped in your head. don't lie. tell him the truth. "feels like someone dropped a bowling ball on it," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes a little as he pulled away, a small chuckle leaving his lips.
"that's reassuring," he mumbled, your eyes staring at him tiredly as he took a sip of his coffee. your head rested gently back against the bed, eyebrows raised slightly. "is it?" you spoke softly, arms stretching a little bit to shake the sleep form them. "no not at all," he chuckled, shaking his head quickly. a quiet laugh escaped your lips, one that surprised you. you couldn't remember the last time you'd laughed without forcing yourself. jack noticed it too, his smile softening as he looked over your chart. he ran through the things you needed to do at home to care for yourself, your eyes staying shut as he talked.
"your scan was clear other than the concussion, so that's good news. the staples are holding. you're going to have a headache for awhile, probably some fatigue, maybe some light or noise sensitivity," he went on and on, your head only nodding. you were actually listening, just didn't want to continue to gawk at him. "you're going to need to rest," he spoke as he stood up, grabbing your jacket from the floor that must have fallen in your sleep to lay next to you. a loud groan left your lips as you opened your eyes to look at him, eyebrows furrowed slightly. "you're doing that doctor thing again," you grumbled, moving to fully sit up now.
his lips formed into a smile as he looked down his nose at you, an eyebrow raised slightly. "i am a doctor," he reminded you, your eyes rolling playfully at him as you moved to swing your legs to dangle off the bed, wincing a little bit from the pain in your head. "unfortunately," you teased, a small laugh leaving his lips. "you're lucky i didn't charge you extra for the attitude," he shot back, sliding your shoes to the side of your bed that you kicked off when you arrived. "you can't do that," you spoke as you looked up at him, a smile at the corner of your mouth. "i can emotionally," he shrugged, glancing towards the door. you couldn't help but laugh again, rubbing your arm gently. for a second, everything felt strangely normal.
"i'll get your discharge paperwork to you. someone will need to take you home," he hummed, making his way to stand in the frame of the door to your room. you were quick to shake your head as you slipped the shoes onto your feet. "i drove here. got here just fine," you shrugged, pulling the bloodied sweatshirt back over your body. "that was a terrible decision. got you here with a concussion somehow," he mumbled, shaking his head at you. a small sigh left your lips as you played with the sleeve of the hoodie, speckles of dry blood littering the fabric. "i'll call you an uber," he hummed with a nod, walking out before you could protest.
he came back rather quickly with your discharge paperwork and aftercare instructions, running over everything with you. "take this," he spoke quietly, a small piece of paper with a number scribbled down on it. you looked at it with furrowed eyebrows before slowly back up at him. he seemed suddenly uncomfortable, not exactly nervous. just careful. "i know this is probably a little unconventional but i remember what it was like," he spoke, his voice cracking a little bit as he watched you shove the piece of paper into the sweatshirt pocket. your eyebrows raised a little, your eyes slightly glossed over. "being the person everyone thinks should be okay because enough time has passed. people mean well. they call. they ask how you're doing. then they eventually stop because they think you're better," his words struck you right in the chest. they struck you so hard because they were so accurate.
"if you ever need someone to talk to, you can call. sometimes you need someone who isn't going to tell you to move on," he shrugged, his voice softening even more. like he was getting shy. you nodded slowly, forcing a small smile onto your lips as you continued to look up at him before looking away quickly. "you don't have to call. if you don't want to, that's okay too," he spoke quickly, trying his hardest not to make you uncomfortable. "i know," you whispered, nodding before he was giving you one last smile. "take care of yourself," he spoke after a moment, clearing his throat before he was making his way out into the emergency room. you stared at him as he walked off, your heart beating so fast. you had no intention of calling him. at least, that was what you told yourself.
for the next week, the number stayed in the pocket of your sweatshirt. you didn't look at it, you didn't need to. you knew it was there. and somehow, that was enough. you followed jack's instructions as much as you could. you ate when you remembered. you took the medication. you stayed away form bright screens. you even listened when the discharge paperwork told you to rest. but emotionally? emotionally you were a mess. a mess because every time you thought about jack, you felt guilty. it wasn't that you wanted him. you didn't. not really. at least, you didn't think you did.
you liked talking to him and liked the way he listened. you liked that you didn't have to explain what it felt like to wake up every morning and forget for half a second that the person you loved was dead. you liked that he understood why you still talked to andrew when you were alone. you liked that he didn't look uncomfortable when you said his name. and that terrified you. terrified you because you had spent three months trying to prove to yourself that you weren't moving on. you didn't want to move on because moving on felt like leaving pope behind. like if you laughed too much, you were forgetting him. if you had a good day, you were betraying him. if you enjoyed someone's company, you were somehow replacing him. and jack.. jack made you feel like maybe none of those things were true. that scared you more than anything. so you didn't call. you left he number untouched. until thursday.
laundry day. you were beyond exhausted, still distracted with your unpacked home, and still dealing with the occasional headache. you gathered your clothes from around the apartment and threw them into the washing machine, sweatshirt included. you didn't even think about the piece of paper that remained in the pocket. not until the washing machine had finished. you had pulled everything out and shoved it into the dryer, about to close the lid again when you noticed something white stuck against the inside of the drum. your stomach immediately dropped. the paper. "no, no, no," you immediately gasped as you pulled it out, the ink was gone. the paper had turned soft and thin and the numbers were smeared beyond recognition.
you tried everything to fix it. flattening it on the counter, drying it with the hair dryer, holding it under the kitchen light. nothing. you had ruined it. you sat down on the floor, and for some reason tears began to fill your eyes. it was ridiculous, it was just a phone number. but it wasn't. it was proof that someone had offered you something without expecting anything in return. it was a little piece of kindness and you had destroyed it. you couldn't stop staring at the ruined paper before you began to laugh through your tears. "of course," you mumbled between laughs, the tears still rolling down your cheeks. of course you had managed to wash the one thing you were supposed to keep.
you looked around your apartment, at the cheap curtains, the dying plants, the boxes you still hadn't unpacked. suddenly you realized something. you didn't want the number because you wanted something from jack. you wanted it because you wanted to say thank you. you wanted him to know that what he'd said mattered. and maybe you wanted to see him again. just once. that didn't mean anything. right? you stood slowly as you wiped your eyes, your eyes scanning around your kitchen when pope's words rang out in your ears again. cookies. do something nice. he was always the first one to encourage you to do something nice for others, himself to prideful to do it. he loved that about you, loved that you were willing to do anything for someone else.
the emergency room was just as busy as you remember. the waiting room full of people groaning, complaining and yelling. you just stood by the door, suddenly wondering if this was a terrible idea. you had spent the entire drive over telling yourself it was simple. drop off cookies. say thank you. leave. you didn't even realize you were walking right back outside until the cold pittsburgh air was hitting you in the face. "hey i remember you, you're the staples from last week," a woman's voice interrupted your thoughts, your head snapping to look at her. you looked her up and down slowly, her face familiar but you weren't sure of her name. your eyes landed on the badge that hung at her waste. 'dr. ellis" it read. you nodded a little, forcing a smile onto your lips.
"how's the head?" she spoke as she approached, eyes glancing down at the box of cookies you held before she was smiling back up at you. "it's good. i just wanted to drop these off for jack," you mumbled quickly, glancing around in hopes that for some reason he wasn't here yet. you didn't miss the smirk that fell upon her face, your cheeks immediately burning with embarrassment. "for all of you! for being so good to me," you shot immediately, a small laugh leaving her lips before she was nodding her head for you to follow. you swallowed hard as she lead you through and back through the double doors that opened up into the actual emergency room, unfamiliar faces from your night here everywhere.
she lead you right up to the nurses' station, nodding to an older blonde woman who stood there. "abbot in yet?" she spoke, the older woman looking between the both of you. god you just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. "should be any minute. who's this?" she hummed as she shot you a smile, your hands gripping the box of cookies so tight you felt like it was going to explode. "i'm just dropping off these cookies. he was good to me last week. just tell him i said thank you," you spoke quickly as you set the box gently on the counter, scratching at the back of your neck awkwardly. "cookies?" dana, which you read on her tag, spoke with a small smirk on her lips as doctor ellis wandered away.
it felt like you were going to crumple up and die of embarrassment as you stood there, hand shaking slightly. "not like that. can you just make sure he gets them?" you spoke quickly as you glanced around, suddenly so nervous that he was going to appear. "give what to who?" another voice interrupted, a taller older doctor coming to stand next to you. "cookies for jack," dana spoke, the man's eyebrows raising with surprise a little bit. you couldn't help the groan that left your lips as you rubbed at your eyes, glancing down at the man's name tag. robinavitch. "you made them?" he asked, a little shocked as he smiled just slightly. "yes. why does everyone sound so surprised?" you shot back, more rudely than you intended. there was that voice in your head again. be nice.
"he doesn't get cookies often. well ever actually," he laughed, your blush only getting worse. you continued to glance back at the door, eyes landing back on the nurse in front of you. "i better get going. just tell him thank you," you nodded, smiling at both of them. she nodded, the ambulance bay doors opening a few feet behind you. you noticed the way her eyes flicked past you, how the smile on dr. robinavitch's face changed. then that familiar voice spoke. "evening." your entire body went still. you slowly turned around to face him, his own face looking a bit shocked at the sight of you.
both of you stood in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. "you came back," he spoke softly, his eyes scanning your face before glancing down at the box of cookies in your hand. you didn't see the way the other doctor only slid down slightly so he was still in range that he could hear your conversation. or the way nurse dana sat down at the computer pretending to be busy but was eavesdropping every second of your conversation with him. "i brought you cookies. to say thank you," you spoke quietly, tearing your eyes away from his to stare down at the floor that seemed much more interesting now. "you didn't have to do that. you feeling okay?" he asked quietly, a warm smile on his face as he leaned against the counter next to you. you couldn't help the slight butterfly that floated in your stomach, swallowing hard to try to rid yourself of the feeling.
"following all the discharge instructions?" he spoke again, your eyes immediately looking right up at him before rolling. "don't start," you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. you didn't see the way dana and robby glanced at each other before they continued to watch you and jack. "there she is," jack teased, eyes scanning around the department before they were back on you. he had a job to do. you need to leave. "well thank you again. for everything. bye," you mumbled awkwardly before you were dropping your head down, rushing back out the ambulance bay doors.
all three stood watching as you walked out, the smile never leaving jack's face as he watched you walk out. he looked down at the box of cookies before back to the door. "she made these just for you? must have been real nice to her," dana teased him, all three of them now huddled around the box of cookies. he could only shrug, the smile softening but not leaving his lips. "you gave her your number, didn't you?" robby spoke with a raised eyebrow, jack's eyes immediately rolling as he glared over at his friend. "just in case she needed to talk to someone who understands what she is going through," he shrugged, pushing open the box. "you gave a grieving patient your number," robby spoke as he rubbed his hands over his tired face. hr nightmare.
"what's that?" dana spoke as her eyes landed on the cookies, a small piece of paper shoved in the corner of the box. jack was quick to pull it out and unfold it, his eyebrows lifting a little. it was your number. robby was quick to peek at it, a small laugh leaving his lips. "you gave her your number, she apparently lost it, and now she's giving you hers," he hummed, patting his friend on the back. jack couldn't stop staring at the piece of paper, his head spinning a little bit. "shouldn't you be finish up your shift?" jack mumbled to him as he held the paper, robby only laughing. "yes, romeo," robby mumbled before he was walking away.
you didn't know what would come of leaving your number behind, but for the firs time in a while, you found yourself looking forward to finding out.
