Refuge

I just needed a new change on here and some where I can write.

So hi, I want to write more about characters I love maybe not full on things but little snippets cause I am slammed with work and school.

I don’t want to lose my creative spark.

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Oh I also have a Spotify account that has different playlists for characters if anyone wants to listen to any of them

Hockey player! Andrew Cody x reader

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It’s late at night Andrew just finished practice and you didn’t show up with your dad today. You had gone back to your house the night before feeling a little under the weather and Andrew being Andrew argued saying that if you weren’t feeling good then he needed to take care of you.

In the end of that conversation you won, telling him you didn’t want to get him sick and that you would be okay a couple nights away from him.

So when he had gotten home after practice the first thing he did was call you to check in. Poor innocent sick you that laid in your bed barely able to open your eyes due to the pressure that built up in your head.

You didn’t answer the first time he called, the pressure had built up a ringing that just hurt too bad to even move. When he rung the second time you picked up on the first ring, but as soon as you began to speak just the softest hello he instantly knows you’re not as okay as you said you would be.

He was jumping out of your favorite chair in his room in an instant beginning to put on some shoes. You try argue with him yet again to stay away but he’s already out the door and in his truck by the time you finish your sentence.

He knows you’re trying to be a good person and not get him sick, but he doesn’t care. You are in a vulnerable state by yourself, which to him should never be the case.

It’s 5 minutes later (you definitely live 15 minutes away) that Andrew is walking through your front door, saying hi to your parents and walking straight to the bed room he’s been in countless times.

Opening the door he finds you laying sideways in your bed sprawled out. He tries to not look at your body when you’re in this state,but you’re wearing the shortest sleep shorts and tank top he has ever seen you in. He’s definitely being turned on but what makes him forget about that is the fact that on your left hand you have one of his forgotten gloves he left in your room on. It’s makes him start cracking up in laughter because he realized you’re already looking at him and flipping him off.

Even though you’re feeling like shit you still have your sense of humor, which warms his heart.

You start taking off the glove and move over to one side of the bed to give Andrew space. He accepts and pulls you into his side once he’s sat.

He doesn’t plan on leaving you until you’re back to being a 100%, even then he’s not going anywhere for long without you.

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Warning: slight NFSW

Hockey player! Andrew Cody x reader

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You’re typically good at making sure you don’t leave your stuff laying around Smurfs house.

If you do it’s only a jacket left on the couch or a pair of shoes taken off at the sliding door. You knew Andrew hated mess so you always tried your best never to leave one for him.

Recently when you started reading more, somewhere in the house you could always be found with a book in your hands silently reading to yourself. Andrew knew that you enjoyed reading but in the last week he hasn’t even gotten you all to himself unless it was going to sleep.

He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous of fucking books. Words on paper had more of your attention than he did.

It wasn’t until you left it sitting on the kitchen table did he finally understand why it had you in a trance. He was just going to pick it up and put it back in his room for you for later, but instead he let the curious side of him win choosing to take a peak.

The page you left off on had his jaw slacked, he knew you were a dirty girl but this just left out for anyone to grab would let them know too.

It was funny to him that it was a hockey book based off of the summary on the back he had to instantly read before taking in more of the story you had gotten too.

Smirking to himself Andrew just continued to read making sure to leave your book mark on the original page because god knows he doesn’t want to face your wrath for that.

Making his way to his room, He lost track of time. He finally understood why this has held your attention.

It was captivating and fucking hot.

It was 5pm by the time you got to the house it was basically home at this point. You opened the gate to pool entrance and head towards the sliding door.

No one else besides Andrew is home you can tell from the truck being the only vehicle in the driveway, so you announce yourself before continuing to walk in the whole way.

He doesn’t reply though, it isn’t till you reach his door do you realize why.

Sitting back on his bed Andrew is engrossed by your book. Your book. The one you left by mistake in the kitchen.

Walking in to the room he doesn’t even acknowledge you at first he just continues to read. It’s evident that the book is doing something to him based off of the buldge that has formed in his jeans.

And that image does something for you. Slowly walking over to where your boyfriend sits you slide the book out of his hands.

He doesn’t argue just stares at your face before breaking out into a goofy smile and just like you thought the teasing begins.

You try to look away from him as you put the book on the side table, but Andrew has other plans.

He pulls you over into him and on his lap. Embarrassed you head finds its way to the crook of his neck mumbling words he can’t figure out. Andrew doesn’t want you to feel this though he wants to make you feel how the girl in the book was feeling. So he grabs your hips and grinds you down on his hardening member.

This was the start to the best sex of your entire life and it was all thanks to a smutty romance book.

Hockey player! Andrew Cody x reader

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Andrew appreciated everything you did for him. You are the glue that keeps him together. He loved you for more than you knew. He loved when you kept track of his schedule making sure he never missed anything whether that be a practice or a job with his family.

He loved when you would have the exact thing in your purse that he was looking for in his bag. He especially loved that you were the only one who was able to pull him back on to solid ground after being so angry all he saw was red. There was so much more but that list would be super long.

You loved him just as much if not more. He was your anchor in your life. Late at night if it was just the both of you up you’d find your way to the pool and talk for hours. Some mornings Smurf would find you two cuddled up on a pool chair wrapped in a blanket fast asleep.

He made sure you were more than just a drawer in his life. If you left clothes or anything lying around the house he would grab it and put it in his dresser that he slowly was making in to yours.

On days when he had practice or a game he would lay his clothes out the night before and even started doing the same for you when you began staying over more.

Picking out your outfits for game days was his favorite because there was always one variable that never changed, a jersey with his name and number on the back that showed everyone who you belonged to.

Andrew always asked your permission before doing anything, he hated when others did things without him knowing what was happening so why would he do that to you.

He wanted to make sure you were okay with whatever before actually doing it or getting it. He even did it for little things that he knew you would be appreciative for like you have been in the past, but he just wants to check.

No matter if that was moving your favorite chair in his room or buying you something like a cup of coffee on the way to practice on the rare occasion you didn't sleepover.

Those were your favorite text from him you would receive because of the way he’d start the conversation with either a ‘pretty girl’ or ‘sweetheart’ just to entice you in and because it meant you were closer to seeing him.

It’s healing for the both of you being with eachother you both know it and the two of you know your stuck together no matter what.

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Hockey player! Andrew Cody x reader

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You’ve heard it all before being the coaches daughter always hanging around a bunch of guys. The players on the other team would call you a whore and the girls that showed up in the tiniest skirts with hopes to getting into anyone of the guys pants had the audacity to call you a puck bunny.

In the beginning when you first started going to with your dad to practices and games what they would say did effect you, but you were a 15 year old girl who had no friends or really anyone to talk to. It wasn’t until Andrew that you really had anyone in your life and when he became your first friend and then your first boyfriend that you truly felt like you had someone you could be yourself with.

His own family treated you as had been apart of it for years. Deran took you surfing on weekends trying to teach you how to stand on a board without falling off in 2 seconds. Craig drove you around if you needed to run errands and didn’t want to do it yourself. Baz would throw parties and make sure you felt included never leaving you to sit in a corner just people watching.

Andrew was never worried when it came to his brothers with you he was just happy that they accepted you.

So after a couple months of dating when the words and taunts started getting worse you tried your hardest to keep Andrew from hearing the words and taunts they would throw your way. It worked for the most part, until it didn’t.

You woke up in the arms of your boyfriend at 7am blushing from the memory of the events before and evidence that was scattered across your skin. Getting up to get dressed and head to the kitchen to grab breakfast met with Deran cooking something quick before the game at 12pm.

It had been game day, it started out as any normal game day would.

You guys made it there at 10 am. Andrew had a ritual he followed on these days and getting there at a time like this was perfect. It gave Andrew plenty of time to warm up with the team, get dressed in his uniform and get his head in the right space.

This was the typical tradition he had followed since starting his hockey career, but today was different. As he was in the tunnel shaking his limbs and pumping himself up to gain another win two guys from the opposing team walked by talking about you. At first he didn’t hear them too busy being in his own head to focus on what they were talking about.

It wasn’t until they said “coach (y/l)’s daughter” did he pay attention. He heard what they said about you, the way they degraded your name and who you were as a person. It lit a fire in him he hadn’t felt in a long time, and just as he was about to do something about it you appeared.

Tearing his eyes and thoughts off the other teams defense man and forward that needed to learn a thing or two about respect. He was vibrating with rage when you grabbed his hand.

It was normal for you to find him in the tunnel right before the game. You knew he found peace in the little of silence right before puck drop. Seeing the other two there as well wasn’t so normal, they knew they were in the wrong tunnel it was evident from the eyes they kept sending y’all’s way. They were there to stir the pot, they wanted to get under Andrew’s skin and it was working.

So when you had his hold on your hand you grabbed him even closer his good luck kiss that you gave him before a game. You knew they saw, you wanted them to . You wanted to show them you didn’t care what they said about you anymore. The two guys left for the ice with a scoff clearly disgusted by the PDA you willing showed in public.

This calmed Andrew just enough infront of you, he was still pissed about what he had heard, but with you in his arms currently he couldn’t help but feel loved and proud. After a couple minutes and few encouraging kisses later( because after hearing what you have to hear constantly and not just beating the shit out of them on the spot deserved a few more kisses) you left him to go sit in the bleachers with Deran.

From the beginning to end of the first period Andrew didn’t have to play his enforcer role all too much, only getting a few warnings here and there. Second period is when it started to heat up and by the time it was the third and final period you could tell he was full of pure anger.

Down on the ice far away from your ears the same guys from the tunnel were still shit talking you. Andrew tried to let it go, he knew that if you found out that he got in a fight because of what they were saying you would be pissed at him. He knew that you would tell him it wasn’t worth the energy,but you were his girl no one got to speak like that about you ever.

When the clock hit 8 minutes left coach threw him back into the game, skating back on to the ice towards the center Andrew stopped dead center ready for the referee to drop the puck. His blood was still boiling too focused on the puck that when the forward from earlier came into view he didn’t realize.

Not at first, but when he looked at Andrew and tilted his head to the side before asking ‘how a slut like you was in bed and if once he was done with you if he thinks you’d let him have a turn?’ That sent Andrew over board his vision went black and when that puck dropped so did his gloves. He took him by the jersey ripping his helmet off and beat him to a pulp. Three of his team mates had to rip him off the guy and lead him towards the bench and out to the tunnel.

From the bleachers you sat there holding Derans hand at the event that just took place, you had seen Andrew pissed before but this was another level. Letting a string of curses out you rushed down the stairs of the bleachers running to your boyfriend yet again during a game.

You found him sitting in his locker stall by the time you reacher the locker room. He had his head in his hands gripping his hair, your heart hurt for him you hated seeing him like this.

Approaching his large frame you laid your hand on the back of his head feeling the tension leave his body. No one else would dare come up to him after an explosion like that but you.

Tilting his head up to you, you saw his face full of angry tears, not because he just got ejected from the game but because of the words they wanted to use about you to get to him because to him his heart beats for you too and you don’t deserve to be treated like anything less than a princess.

It took a couple minutes before he was ready to talk, his tears had subsided and his breathing had evened out. Andrew told you everything that he had heard them say and the demeaning questions that jackass from the tune had about you. You didn’t say much, just continued to hold him when you thought the time was right you moved his head yet again and kissed him. It wasn’t fast pecks like earlier or a hard long one, instead it was soft and passionate.

Andrew didn’t understand though, he expected you to be pissed at him, he expected a fight between you too to break out. He was just met with more love from you, in moments like that he felt he didn’t deserve you.

Breaking the kiss you just thanked him for being your hero. That earned a chuckle and him pulling you down to sit on his thigh. There was a sweet silence that surrounded the both of you, he knew that he’d have to stay and at least face the punishment for his actions from your dad but with you there he didn’t feel like it was all that bad.

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Andrew did end up getting benched for 3 games but it was worth it especially when he was able to just sit with you during them.

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Hockey player! Andrew Cody x reader

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Younger Andrew Cody who like his brothers found an outlet in sports just not one that had to do with the ocean.

His time was spent more on the ice than the waves. He understood the that there was always strategy, a system that was built around being a team, everyone has their roles and Andrew was great at following his.

It reminded him of doing jobs with his brothers, except there was one thing that was different.

Always on the sidelines whether it be for a game or sneaking in to watch him practice, there was you.

The girl he found through all of this. The quiet watchful girl who sat on the bleachers knowing exactly what plays the coach would have them do before he even said them. Being the coaches daughter would have you like this though.

He was intrigued by you in the beginning and when that curiosity grew so did his confidence. After 3 months you and him started talking on a random Wednesday afternoon after practice. He asked for your number and you happily obliged, for once not feeling like you were a burden for being there. He knew who you were but treated you no different.

To him you were just you, in fact he was scared you would see him different. He never really talked to the team after anything just when he needed, he knew they didn’t mind though because if there was a problem they sent him in to deal with it.

That’s who he was, a quiet loner as well but with more bruises and blood.

That’s what made you guys click instantly, there was no awkward silences just calm understandings.

But once you began dating two months after that first conversation you got more comfortable and started to open up. You the girl who barely spoke to anyone even your own father would nonstop talk Andrew’s ear off.

He didn’t mind it soothed him, your voice was like a wind flowing through a meadow compared to the other things he would hear running through his head. When he was stressed and over thinking, all his thoughts sounding like bodies being checked into the boards and skates scratching up the ice he would call you.

You were his safe haven his escape from the life he lived.

You found this out on a game day, in the middle of the season. The team had been down by 2 points and it was the 2nd period. You could tell from where you sat in the bleachers that it was getting to Andrew, he never liked losing and at them moment that’s how it felt to him.

So when the buzzer went off for intermission you ran down the stairs and headed straight towards the locker rooms ignoring the strange looks from others when you pushed open the door with giant words “PLAYERS AND STAFF ONLY”. Reaching the hallway that lead to where you knew they were you paused before walking in.

You could hear your dad giving a pep talk and some other voices of encouragement from the other guys but you knew yours was sitting there at his locker stall staying pissed off.

When you stepped foot in the room everyone’s attention zoned in on you, your dad instantly telling you that you weren’t allowed to be in there but you didn’t care. You just walked right by him and grabbed Andrew’s hand forcing him to walk right behind you.

Reaching the hallway outside room with the rest of the team you finally turned around and gently grabbed his face with your hands. You had to pull him down a little which made you giggle into the kiss which also made him break a smile for once in the past 20 minutes. That by itself felt like a victory all on its own.

Breaking the kiss with a small peck you moved your hands down to his. No words but an understanding in that moment that no matter what he needed to do or what the score would be of the game that you would still be there for him and that you would chose him.

That’s when it clicked for him and for you, you two were made for eachother.

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Andrew Cody x reader

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Everytime Andrew leaves for a new job he buys you a new knife. He knows guns aren’t you thing that being in control of knife is more your speed.

They are always different, never the same design or style. Always unique always very you, it started out as a little thing to say ‘sorry we did a job without telling you’ but soon turned into him getting you one no matter if he told you about a job or not.

Your favorite was one he got you about a year ago, a cute rose gold folding knife with 3-dimensional bows on the handle. The second he saw it he thought of you instantly knowing it was going to be another to add to your collection.

You always told him he was spoiling you, telling him that you loved the ones you had already and that he didn’t need to buy you anymore, but he never listened.

Jack abbot x reader

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It started out as a fun hobby.

Making bracelets whenever you were bored or stressed, going to the craft store on your off days from the hospital just to replenish your supplies.

Recently you had been under more stress from work and Jack could tell. You entered a head space when you got home that didn’t shut off until you were too sleepy to walk yourself to your bed. Instead Jack would walk into your craft room and find you slumped slightly over your now crowded desk and carry you to your shared room.

It had been a Tuesday that you had a night off, Jack on the other hand did not. This meant you were able to let the stress of that Monday shift melt away and fall into your comfortable routine you have found yourself in the past couple of weeks.

Some bracelets you’d bring with you to work after you’d make them. Giving them to your coworkers or patients that needed a pick me up because working in a place like the Pitt can be a hell storm sometimes.

Dr.Ellis had one you gave her when you first started making them always around her wrist, Robby had multiple but only ever wore a green and purple one that he secretly deemed his favorite, heck most of the nurses would give you color ideas for ones they wanted next.

The only person who never had one was your adorably rugged boyfriend. Jack always told you to give them away to everyone else and when you tried asking if he wanted one he would kiss your forehead and tell you not to worry about one for him.

So sitting there in your craft room phone propped up with whatever latest show you were watching on Netflix you were determined to make him a bracelet.

It didn’t take long to pick the colors, after scaling the different hues of green in your collection a dark green and woodsy brown color caught your eye. Those were the colors that you felt reminded you of Jack every time you saw him.

Next step was choosing if you added any words, you thought against it but opted to adding a word that would have him rolling his eyes for sure but also tugging at his heart strings. So you laid out the word ‘Daddy’. No one knew you would call him this, it was a private thing shared only between you two but it felt right to put on the bracelet with the hopes of seeing it on his wrist.

You finished it with in 20 minutes so you put it off to the side away from the big pile you had infront of you that would definitely be going to work with you later yet again.

It was around 12pm when Jack came strolling into the apartment, you had slept about an hour before he got home waking instantly to welcome him home but also to run and grab the bracelet you made for him.

As soon as he saw you he melted into you instantly complaining that the night shift is terrible without you. That just made you giggle, he always was like this when he was away from you for too long. Pulling away from him just a little bit you reached into your right pocket of your sleep shorts to fish out the bracelet.

Confused at first Jack stood there questioning but realized you had something for him when you began to speak a little too quick and fiddle with it in your hands.

Shutting you up with a kiss he took the bracelet out of your nervous fingers looking at the gift.

You watched him as he took in what you made him. He smiled and slid it on to his wrist. He didn’t ask why or if it was actually for him. Instead he just accepted it feeling his heart become full at the gesture and you the same at his acceptance.

He took you into his arms again and kissed you even harder than before thanking you for something that he will now hold close to his heart.

After this moment he barely takes it off only when he’s working not wanting anything to happen to it, but the second his shift is over he’s grabbing it out of his bag and sliding it on proudly showing off what his girl made for him.

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Jack abbot x reader

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He knew you were on edge this shift. More snippy with your comebacks than normal, lost in thought for minutes at a time, and your emotions have been all over the place.

He watched as you would fight your demons when you thought no one was looking but he was… he always was. So when you wondered off to the ambulance bay he followed, he wouldn’t pry but he would be there for you.

He was the only one you could talk to, the only one who wouldn’t look at you like you were crazy. He has his own demons as well and just like you Jack abbot knows it’s not that easy to open up about them.

To him it was obvious you forgotten to take your meds again whether that be because of running late or it just slipping your mind he knew that now you were suffering from it now.

So instead of saying anything Jack just walked closer to you, turning you around and pulled you straight into his chest. He could feel your uneven breath and your shaking frame, it broke him but what hurt him even more is when you apologized about something you can’t control.

He understands without his meds he would be in the same boat.

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Side note:

Ghostface! Jack abbot x reader

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•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who at the moment is only using you to look normal.

•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who doesn’t tell you about his side gig until you find the same knife in his bag under the table at the nurses station from a stab wound patient who came in earlier that night.

•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who thinks that he’s gonna have to finally kill you since you now know but is shocked when you say you’ll help.

•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who agrees to your help not knowing that his infatuation with you is only going to grow.

•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who lets you try the killing instead of the calling one time but finds you hurt after not showing up on time to the planned spot.

•Ghostface! Jack Abbot who knows he can’t bring you to the ED with out raising suspicions so he takes you back to his place instead to patch you up.