amaia 𑁯♡

:¨ ·.· ¨:    amaia , she/they , writer, fangirl, 20s, european

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. . . she falls and dreams alone ♡𝅼

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summary; kissy kiss....and getting caught in a compromising position. contents; awkward pope x equally awkward reader, cursing, thats all! a/n; all pics aside from texts r from pinterest!! tag list is FULL !! also watched obx5 yesterday and it was so good ugh. anyanyways i also kinda wanna make another pitt smau where reader is maybe likee an influencer/celeb who lands in the pitt and then something something...

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You were practically buzzing with excitement, as you sat on the edge of the bed...Andrew's bed. Your eyes still glued to the bright screen of your phone.

'Who says I don't want to?'

The apples of your cheeks had turned hot after his message, fingers flying around the screen to attempt writing a coherent response. Nearly ten minutes had passed, which meant Andrew should be back any moment now. And then he'd want to kiss.

Which is fine. You want to kiss him too, obviously.

His keys jingle right outside the door, and the lock is turning, making the wood swing inwards. He's here.

Your eyes widen, and you practically shoot off the bed, gripping your crutches and hobbling into the hallway, greeting him at the door. He's got a grocery bag in one hand, with your beloved squishy hidden inside. That part didn't matter right now.

"Hi." You grinned, awkwardly shifting with your crutches, your non-injured foot swinging back and forth.

Andrew stilled in the doorway, setting the grocery bag down on the floor, his hands dropping down to rest against his sides. You could see his fingers twitch, as his eyes ran over your face, lips pursed.

"...Hi." He murmured, voice all whispery and raspy, like it always was.

You two kept staring at each other in silence, neither making any effort to move closer. Andrew's leather jacket creaked a little, as he rolled his shoulders, eyes still focused on you.

His teeth gently dug into his bottom lip, while your own lips parted and slammed shut a dozen times, unable to form any sort of sentence. The silence kept stretching longer and longer, making the entire situation awkward.

The ringer of Andrew's phone made you flinch, and Andrew was quick to pull his phone out of his pocket and mute it, before tossing it aside on the table.

"Jus' Craig." He murmured, finally making a move to shrug his jacket off, hanging it in the little wardrobe he had in the hall.

You nodded to his words, readjusting your grip on the crutches a little. Andrew took a few steps closer, you could hear the hitched, heavy breaths leaving his lips, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

"So..." You trailed off, trying to fill the silence. Andrew didn't answer, he simply kept staring at your lips, his tongue darting out to graze over his own bottom lip.

You were just about to speak again, but Andrew beat you to it. His hands cupped your jaw, face inching a little closer. You could feel his breath ghost your lips, his eyes finding yours.

Waiting and waiting, you thought he'd eventually move forward and seal your lips together, but it didn't happen. He just stood there, tilting your head back a little, his chest nearly brushing yours.

Your hands came up to his broad shoulders, and you could hear the clank your crutches made as they fell to the floor. Then, slowly your hands slid to rest on the back of his neck, using him as support. Gently, you pulled him forward, pressing your lips against his. Andrew stilled for a moment, before his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed closer.

His hands traced your jaw, going down to the ends of your hair, gently playing with them, before returning back to your face. He tilted your head back by your jaw, giving him a bigger advantage.

He was practically leaning over you, pressing so hard against you, that your teeth nearly knocked together. The action made a soft giggle pass your lips, which was soon muffled by Andrew pushing his tongue through.

Your body went lax in his hold, and he gently picked you up, one hand careful near your cast. He carried you out of the hall. until you two were on the couch. He sat down, tugging you onto his lap, letting your legs rest over his thighs. One of his thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close as possible.

Despite the kisses nearly making you delirious, you could've sworn you heard the softest groans leave his throat, muffled against your lips.

His hand moved to your waist, slowly starting to inch up and under your shirt, thick fingers grazing your waist...

"Hey the door was unloc- JESUS FUCK, GUYS!"

You nearly fell out of Andrew's lap, wide eyes turning to meet Deran in the doorway. Well, shoot.

so you know how robby made duke come into the ED to do a check up on him before his sabbatical

IMAGINE cbf!reader and jack abbot where he wants the reader to come into the ED for whatever reason maybe he had a favor from her whatever, and he basically finds something and has to tell her. like how Robby did w duke and it's sad and angsty. (Can you tell I need more angst in my life) ok bye ☺️

I don’t have any questions I just wanted to say hi 🥰