Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!
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in case anyone was wondering: jack’s controversially young gf has relapsed into her lana del rey phase and is playing lana all the time and jack’s getting really really confused and wondering if this fucking play is about him
meanwhile she’s just going through the entire discography and briefly wondering why she’s feeling the need to reopen this exhibit of her brain that’s been closed for years.
maybe she’s like “huh! this is hitting so hard lately!” and jack’s like “yeahhhh baby bet it is.”
jack abbot who had always thought of himself as a dog guy until you brought home a little grey kitten you found in the ambulance bay. now your text chain looks like this
synopsis 𓂃 ໒꒱ you find yourself in a sticky situation when a spider makes an appearance in your room, but jack comes to the rescue. (1k+)
pairing 𓂃 ໒꒱ jack abbot x fem!reader
content 𓂃 ໒꒱ established relationship, reader being absolutely terrified of spiders (because who isn’t), fluff, not proof read soz, and jack with his dry humour ;)
The scream that echoed through the apartment had Jack abandoning whatever he was doing in the kitchen before he could even think.
He was already halfway down the hall by the time you yelled his name again.
“Jack!”
He pushed the bedroom door open hard enough for it to rebound against the stopper. “What happened?”
His eyes swept the room automatically, searching for whatever had frightened you. There wasn’t any blood, nor was there anything overturned, and no signs of broken glass.
But then he saw you.
You were standing on the bed, barefoot, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest. Your breathing came in quick, uneven breaths, and your eyes were fixed on something across the room with the sort of panic that made his own pulse pick up.
He followed your line of sight, and he also had the instinct to do a double take at the sight of the spider in which was clung to the wall above the dresser. And it was a big one that’s for sure, bigger than most.
“Jesus honey, i thought something serious happened.” Jack really tried to be serious but he just couldn’t, especially with the way he saw you so terrified of such a thing.
Your widened gaze snapped at his in a second, bewilderment at what you had just heard come out of his mouth. “You cannot be serious! Does this not seem serious enough for you Jack, it’s massive, all i know is that it may bite me then i’ll have to be admitted to the hospital then—“
“Calm down, love.” His gaze drifted back towards the spider, watching it remain perfectly still against the wall before looking at you again, somewhere between amused and genuinely baffled. “I think he’s more scared of you.”
The words had barely left his mouth before he realised he’d chosen the worst possible thing to say.
Your eyes widened impossibly further, your grip tightening around the pillow until your fingers ached. “Excuse me?” you breathed, staring at him as though he’d completely lost his mind. “Jack, that thing has eight legs.”
“So?”
“So?” A disbelieving laugh escaped you as you pointed frantically towards the wall. “It has eight opportunities to sprint at me.”
Jack glanced over his shoulder, half expecting the spider to have grown fangs or doubled in size during the conversation, but in reality it hadn't moved.
When he looked back, you were still rooted to the mattress, refusing to let so much as a toe hang over the edge, your entire body tense like the floor itself had suddenly become lava.
“You know…” Folding his arms loosely across his chest, he tilted his head, his lips threatening to curl into a smile. “I’m having a hard time figuring out which one of you is more terrified.”
Your mouth dropped opyen. “You’re joking.”
“I wish I was.”
“Jack.”
“I’m serious.” He nodded towards the wall. “He’s been there this whole time i’m assuming, and yet you’re the only one making all the noise.”
“I screamed because I wanted you.” The words slipped out before you had a chance to think about them.
Jack’s eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. For a brief second, neither of you said anything. “Well…” The corner of his mouth twitched despite himself as he held your gaze. “Can’t really argue with that.”
You caught yourself almost smiling before you quickly schooled your expression. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He pushed himself away from the doorframe, already crossing the room with the same calm confidence he carried through the emergency department. “I wasn’t planning to.”
“No,” you replied, watching him inch closer to the spider with growing horror, “you just happened to be the nearest pest control. Unfortunately.”
That drew a proper laugh from him. “Oh, unfortunately?” He looked back over his shoulder, feigning offence for all of two seconds. “That’s harsh. I’m willing to bet pest control aren’t nearly as handsome as I am.”
You stared at him, thoroughly unimpressed, “you’re unbelievable.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“And incredibly humble.”
“I’ve got my moments.” He shrugs without looking back at you.
You groaned into the pillow, though the sound was quickly swallowed by the fabric. Jack only shook his head, unable to stop smiling as he turned his attention back to the spider.
“Jack,” Your voice softened the closer he got to it, every ounce of confidence you’d managed to fake disappearing. “Seriously.”
“Hm?” His eyes remained fixed on the wall.
“It better not jump.”
“It won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Because it’s a spider.”
“Exactly.” You bite back instantly.
He let out another laugh, one that sounded far more amused than he was willing to admit, before disappearing into the kitchen.
When he returned a moment later with a drinking glass in one hand and an unopened electricity bill in the other, absolutely nothing had changed. You were still standing exactly where he’d left you in the middle of the bed, the pillow hugged protectively against your chest as your eyes followed him across the room without blinking once.
“You planning on living up there permanently?” he asked, slowing beside the dresser.
“Seems like the safest option.”
“Yeah?” He spared you a glance before looking back at the spider. “Think we can fit a bathroom up there?”
You shot him a look.
“Mock me all you want, I’m not getting down until that thing’s gone.”
“I wasn’t mocking you.”
“Jack.” You say for the hundredth time this evening. His smile finally won. “Alright… maybe a little.”
Without another word, he stepped closer to the wall, placing the glass carefully over the spider in one smooth movement before sliding the electricity bill underneath. The whole thing took less than five seconds.
You blinked, confusion written all over your face. “That’s it?”
Jack held up the glass, the spider now safely trapped inside, nodding at you. “That’s it.”
Your shoulders visibly sagged in relief, though you still eyed the glass suspiciously. “Please don’t drop it.”
He looked at you as though you’d just insulted his entire career. “I’ve got you.” His voice was easy, reassuring. “I think I can manage one spider.”
“And if it escapes?”
“It won’t.”
“But if it does?”
Jack sighed dramatically, already heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll apologise to you…”
He reached for the handle, opening it with one hand while keeping the glass steady in the other, “and to him for having to listen to you scream a second time.”
Pairing: Jack Abbot x depressed!reader - established relationship
Content Warning: Angst. Depression and all the wonderful things that encompass it. Breaking up.
Author's Notes: My first ever smau!!!!!
It’s past midnight, you’re at an all time low, worse than usual. One thought feeding into a million...leading into you staying up all night overthinking and being convinced that the right thing to do is to break up with Jack.
Dividers by me
Author's Notes: omg stop I made myself cry when I kept rereading to edit. Him sending her a good morning text thinking today is gonna be a normal day breaks my heart. Poor Jackie I'm so sorry, it's for your own good, I promise </3
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jack’s running late for work. he should’ve left ten minutes ago, but a couple shifts with the SWAT unit have caught up with him and he snoozed his alarm more times than he would’ve liked. he’s just about to grab his keys and run out of the door when you enter your shared apartment, the pout on your lips making him stop in his tracks.
“you okay, honey?” he asks softly, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door so he can cup your face in his large hands and bring you into him.
“shitty day,” you sound close to tears and it makes jack hold you tighter. “hey, what time is it? shouldn’t you be gone already?”
“i have a second to hold my girl.”
you melt into his arms, and with zero hesitation he shoots robby a text that he isn’t gonna make it in today.
jack feels insecure that he can’t always fuck you the way he wants to, that he lost of the gift of the stamina he had when he was younger. but between his age and the prosthetic, it’s not always easy to go as rough as he might like, and sometimes he feels like you don’t get as much out of your sex life as you want.
but that couldn’t be further from the truth. one day, you’re impaled on his cock while he thrusts into you from below, stealing any and all control from you. yet as the minutes go on, he can’t keep up, slowing to a halt with sweat trickling down both his skin and yours.
“m’sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, kissing your pulse point. “m’trying here, really am. jus’ tired.”
“you don’t have to say sorry, baby,” you say with a smile. your boyfriend could get so in his head sometimes, and it made you want to reassure him all the more.
you start to bounce up and down in his lap on your own, pulling a moan from jack’s throat. “fuck, h- honey, wait. supposed to be fucking you, not the other way ‘round.”
“this is a two-way street, jackie. don’t worry. i’ve got it,” you said. you whined as you squeezed around his cock, the size of him leaving you utterly full like always. “doesn’t my pussy feel so good, babe?”
“so, so good, baby. shit,” jack practically whimpered in response. he held your hips as you took your pleasure in his lap. “still wan’ fuck you.”
“u’re so sweet, jackie. but don’t worry. your big girl’s got it all on her own. . .” ♡
possibly the hottest thing that’s come from your pretty lips, jack was cumming inside you in minutes, filling you to the brim with his load. turns out he likes to lose control sometimes after all! ‹𝟹
pope cody who asks you to give him a haircut, not expecting you to take in a dramatic gasp and climb into his lap, straddling his thighs, resting your hands on his broad shoulders.
"you want me to cut your perfect curls?" you say, running your fingers through his hair, tilting his face up towards you, "i don't think i can do that my love,"
"J said his girlfriend cuts his hair," pope says, looking up at you with a glimmer of confusion in his eyes, gripping down on your waist, "i just thought because you're mine..."
"i am yours," you say, leaning forward, placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips, "but you look so handsome just the way you are,"
popes eyes flick down to where his hands rest on your waist, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.
"are you gonna ask me to cut of a toe next?" you say dramatically, twisting one of his auburn coils around your finger, "like, where does it end?"
"it's just hair," pope says, a small smile playing on his lips at your antics, "it'll grow back,"
you smile back at him before pulling his head to your chest, burying your face in his soft curls, breathing in his warm smell.
"i'll miss you," you mumble against his head. pope smacks your ass playfully.
"i don't want you to buzz it," he says as you pull back with a mischievous grin on your face, "just a little trim,"
"ok," you sigh, leaning forward, brushing the tip of your nose against his, "only because I love you so much,"
"i love you so much," pope says before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.
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summary; just a totally made up hospital gala bc i wanted an excuse to use pics of shawn LOL...some drunk trinity and shen shenanigans...
warnings; umm nothing much. mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption,, also the pics used in the instagram posts arent reflecting readers body, just the vision of the outfit i had in mind <3
a/n; probably only one or two parts left of this :'(
You can’t help but stare at the picture. The one Baran had snapped and sent to you.
While Robby is away on his sabbatical, Baran accompanied Jack to a conference. On the first night, there’s always a very formal dinner and boy, oh boy, do you regret not taking Jack’s offer to be his stowaway.
Baran sent an image:
Baran: your guy after chatting nonstop to several board members
You: …he’s not the only one that’s thirsty 🥵
Baran: …please behave yourself
You: oh come on! you send me a hot ass pic of my hot ass husband and you expect me to be normal about it?!
You get a message from Jack and you immediately giggle.
Jack Jack: you’re making Baran uncomfortable
You: I’m sorry but she just sent me the hottest pic of you.
Jack Jack: wish you came with me now, huh?
You: don’t tease.
Jack Jack: 😘 love you sweetheart. I’ll call after the dinner.
You: fine fine. Don’t drink too much! I love you too!
Jack Jack: will do. Have a good rest of your shift. ❤️
You pocket your phone with a sigh and head back to the hub. You march right up to Lena, “I need a distraction. Any nursing students that need help?”
Lena turns to you, looking over her glasses, “Jamie’s in Centeral Nine if you wanna check on them.”
“Got it!” You give your charge nurse a salute and head over to the room, hoping that the night gives you ample distraction from the new image of your husband that’s now burned into your brain.
(I saw this pic on pinterest and I just couldn’t stop staring at it…)
EXACTLY 10 years ago today, Mr. Shane Madej sauntered into the skeptic’s chair and made his first appearance on Buzzfeed Unsolved! Though not officially The Ghoul Boys yet (their first ghost hunt together wouldn’t be until that October), this episode marked the start of a decade(!) of demon-berating, cryptid-hunting, fear-facing tomfoolery.
Whether you’ve been here since the completely legitimate acquisition of Goat Man’s Bridge or are just taking your first stroll around the Boo Bunker, thank you for your enthusiasm, your curiosity, and your heart. It truly means the world. 💚👻
(bonus: Ryan wearing this same shirt last week #musty)
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Brain dump (inspired by @lunarayletters brain dumps)
Jack Abbot who notices the little things.
When you look paler than usual, “it’s just the nights getting to me, no sunlight or time to tan,” you’d say.
He’d notice the dark circles around your eyes and ask if you’re getting enough sleep - ask silly things about sleep hygiene about black out blinds and screen time.
Then he’d notice you not eating. Not joining in on group orders on night shifts or just picking at the sub he got for you despite you insisting you didn’t want anything.
He’d approach you one shift after seeing your shaking hands when inserting an IV. He’d be so gentle about it.
He’d buy you protein shakes, pop them by your desk when you’re charting.
You’d find them in your locker with silly post-it notes on them labelled “from J :)”
He’d check in on you, let you know he’s there if you want to talk or if you don’t.
He’d make you little snack boxes of your safe foods and make sure you take your breaks.
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