• Anytime: Jack steps in when he witnesses a patient become less than savory…
• What’s the rush?: You and Jack barely have time alone anymore, so with the shift being as slow as it is (by some miracle) you decide to take advantage of this very much needed down time…
• Hopeless…: It’s Valentine’s Day at the Pitt! And amongst all the emergencies flooding in, Jack Abbot is faced with the biggest one: asking out his co-worker…
• IOU: When Y/N pushes herself to her limit during an all day shift, Jack Abbot snaps at her with no hesitation. But there will soon be a ton of regret…
• Phases: Love blooms in stages. Here’s every stage of Y/N and Jack’s relationship…
• Any Other Day: Jack and Y/N are newly established and still finding their footing, and with Valentine’s Day here, Jack is hoping for some romance. He’s a cheesy romantic at heart. Only problem? Y/N’s hatred for this day…
• Stay out of my lane: At just 21 years old, Y/N is a fresh faced resident of The Pitt. Her age makes her desperate to prove herself to all, but after getting off on the wrong foot with one Jack Abbot, she must learn to play nice. What happens when that determination turns to feelings though…
• Talk to me: Y/N works at a rehabilitation center because she believes in people. Jack works as a SWAT team physician because he knows people. What happens when a robbery/hostage situation call involves his whole world?
• More Than Enough: When Y/N faces a difficult patient, it’s up to Jack Abbot (and other members of the Pitt) to come through for their favorite resident.. (ftm!reader)
• Momma Abbot: When Y/N shows up in the ER at 1am, she causes a bit of a stir. But it’s a complete misunderstanding..
• Try Me: Y/N has been a part of the night shift for two months now. That’s two months of constantly beating around the bush with one Jack Abbot. When she finally tells him why they shouldn’t date, Jack proves why they should…
• What Are Boyfriends For…: When a bad thunderstorm hits Pittsburg, Y/N asks Jack to spend the weekend with her because it’s walking distance from the hospital. What she didn’t expect though, was for her ‘aunt flow’ to show up too…
• Oh Baby…: Y/N is still writing thank you notes to all that sent a wedding gift to her and Jack. But after a funny little trend reveals life changing news, Y/N heads to the ER to make sure. She just has to keep it from Jack…
• A Taste of His Own Medicine: Jack Abbot has been told all his life that one day, he’d meet someone that drives him as crazy as he drives everyone else. Well.. He’s tempted the universe for too long..
• Little Bird: Jack Abbot is a great boyfriend. He’s also a great fatherly figure. He swears he has this all figured out. But when Lena gets invited to her first ever sleepover, he’ll realize he has way more to learn..
• Oh, to be Young…: After telling Y/N she should ‘enjoy being young and single’, Jack Abbot will come to regret it…
• Daisy: Jack Abbot’s home from a military tour, and his best friend, Robby, has taken it upon himself to show him a good ol’ time. But when Jack calls it a night early, he’ll quickly realize how essential that decision was…
• Years: In Jack Abbot’s past life, he had it all. Y/N, a future in medicine, and a set of long-term goals. But life had other plans…
• Hot Honey: Y/N’s got a few nicknames around the Pitt. ‘Fluff’, ‘Sunny’, ‘Bubbles’. But Jack Abbot’s about to call her something entirely new. ‘Hot’.
• Your Doctor Boyfriend: Growing up, Jack Abbot was always told to ‘rub some dirt on it’ anytime he got hurt. That mindset has followed him into his adult life, but not into his relationship.
• Months: Y/N is slowly getting used to Jack being back in her life. For good this time, as he’s promised. But it’s been months.. And Jack really wants more..
• Waiting Room: At one point or another in their careers, both Robby and Abbot have had to tell a patient’s loved ones to hang in there and let the doctors do their work. But when Y/N is involved in a car crash, they’ll find it doesn’t feel good being on the other side of those words..
• You and Me: Jack Abbot being Y/N’s safe space/comfort person..
• I’ve Got You, Baby: No one at the Pitt knows Dr. Y/N is taken. No one at the Pitt knows Jack Abbot is taken. They’re all about to find out..
• Whoops: It was one stupid kiss. Which led into a dumb one night stand. Which then turned into a silly little coffee date the morning after. Now it’s a full blown relationship. One that her father, Robby, can never find out about..
• Bad Luck: After one misstep, Jack Abbot’s worst fear comes true…
• The Long Ride: Y/N needs a distraction, Jack Abbot is there to comfort..
• Unboxing With Bow: Big, tough, Jack Abbot has a particular way of unwinding. ASMR. And his favorite creator is now in the Pitt..
• My Girl: Y/N will always see the good in people. Jack Abbot will always try and protect her..
• Fancy Seeing You Here: Jack Abbot has just met the perfect lady, but she’s hiding a little fact about her..
• Happy Anniversary: After comforting a patient, Y/N gets sick. Luckily, she’s dating Jack Abbot..
• Hula-Hoop: Y/N’s almost done with her residency, and she swears she’s seen it all. But after an attack leaves her shaken, she’ll need comfort from her boyfriend..
• Oops: Jack Abbot absolutely adores his wife. But sometimes he wonders how the hell she made it this far..
• So, what are we?!: Jack Abbot is the perfect boyfriend! He just doesn’t know it yet..
• Butterfly: Jack Abbot just loves his girl..
• STOP!: Jack Abbot really likes the confidence boost the new night shift nurse gives him with her playful flirting. But… She’s not playing..
• Want Some Excitement?: Two years are a special accomplishment, but after making one major decision, Y/N begins to panic over the state of her relationship. Luckily, she’s not dating a loser..
• The Veteran x Veterinarian AU •
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🍁Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Fem!Reader🍁
• Always Around: While on shift, Y/N receives some life altering news, and it’s up to her boyfriend to pick up the pieces…
• The Doctor and His Baker: Dr. Robby finds his calm in the ED. His wife.. Finds horror.
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🌷Dana Evans x Fem!Reader🌷
• Damn You: With Dana preoccupied, Y/N takes on patients alone. The result is a very much needed moment between these two women…
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🐶Dennis Whitaker x Fem!Reader🐶
• Whoa: When Y/N takes a tumble at a parade, Dennis sees a whole new side of his work place crush…
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🌧️Mateo Diaz x Fem!Reader🌧️
• Jealous: Y/N and Mateo agreed when they first became serious, it wouldn’t touch the work place. Now, Y/N has to watch starry-eyed Victoria Javadi look at her man. Can she play nice?
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🫧Random Pairs x Fem!Reader🫧
• May the better… Person Win.: Everyone’s talking about the new girl of the Pitt, and after one measly encounter with her, Santos is seeing hearts. The only issue is, so is her superior, Frank Langdon…
• Chin Up: Jack Abbot thought he’d never get the chance to be a dad. Dana Evans thought her days of being a mom were over. They were both surely mistaken..
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Recent additions to my “How every Shawn Hatosy character (that I know about so far) would react to being told reader wants them to sleep in separate beds”
hi!!! long time fan!!! was wondering if i could make a request with jack abbot. i've had this idea brewing of him overhearing/finding out his gf faked an orgasm because she was too tired and he wants to "deal" with that 🤭 thank you so much!
💞Tags/Warnings💞: fluff, brief mentions of age insecurity ( so.. hurt/comfort ), mentions of sexual acts/activities ( past tense ), hints of sexual acts/activities (present tense ), age gap relationship, very brief mentions of past toxic relationships, Attentive!Jack Abbot
💞Plot💞: Two years are a special accomplishment, but after making one major decision, Y/N begins to panic over the state of her relationship. Luckily, she’s not dating a loser..
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: Want some excitement?
💞A/N💞: This is a great idea! Lol! Also, thank you for liking my stuff🥹. A little short, but I really hope you like it!!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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“Hey, Mrs. Lover-Girl. Look at you up and moving..” Santos jokes the second you’re in her line of sight and off the elevator.
“Follow. Now.” You grumble, desperate for a girl’s only confession. She pauses but shares a look with Javadi before quickly following you to an empty hospital room.
“What’s all this about?” Santos asks as Y/N practically yanks her insides the private room.
“I did the unthinkable..” Y/N mutters bluntly as she begins to pace.
“Ew. I don’t need to hear about whatever crazy sex thing you did to celebrate-“ Y/N quickly cuts Santos off.
“That’s just it! It wasn’t crazy!” Y/N hisses. Santos pauses at that, eyeing her closely.
“So it was like… Mild stuff?” She asks as she eyes her fellow resident.
“What?! No! Santos…” Y/N sighs heavily before wringing her hands together nervously. She looks around the empty hospital room, guilt coming on to her flushed face.
“I faked it.”
The words leave her mouth quietly. Like if she says them too loud, she’ll die. It’s quiet for too long. Too long for Y/N’s liking. Then finally, Santos speaks.
“You what?!” She asks, trying not to laugh.
“This isn’t funny! I swore when I got into this relationship, I’d never fake one ever again. I spent too much time in college doing that. Jack has always been attentive. I thought my faking days were over!” Y/N openly complains now, letting it all flood out. Santos shakes her head in disbelief.
“Then what the hell happened?!” She asks.
“A 12-hour shift and an entire bottle of wine at dinner, plus dancing! That’s what happened..” Y/N practically stomps a foot.
“Okay, okay. Just.. Breathe. Start from the beginning..” She urges as she moves closer to comfort Y/N. She’s been her best friend since those said ‘college days’. She’s seen the pieces of work Y/N has given a chance to, and yes, Jack was the best of them all.
“Trin, it was perfect. The dinner, the dancing, the food. The wine! Then we got home, and.. I felt so comfortable in the bed. He started kissing up on me, I thought I could fight through it, but…” She hesitates.
“But what?” Santos shakes her head.
“He loves taking his.. Time.” Y/N mutters before looking down at her own body to silently inform Santos of Jack’s little… Habit.
He really enjoyed ‘playing with his food’…
“Oh no..” Santos laughs quietly.
“Don’t laugh! I.. Usually I find it endearing. But last night, I.. I just couldn’t. So I.. Faked one, and told him I was too sensitive to keep going..” Y/N pouts.
“Hey, I’m sure you’re forgiven in the eyes of the relationship god.” Santos assures, a bit sarcastic for Y/N’s liking.
“It’s been two years to the dot, Trin. Is this our relationship now? We used to go all night. I’d have to call off for half the morning to sleep in!” Y/N points out.
“Yeah, I remember..” Santos sighs. “Welp! At least I don’t have to cover your shift anymore!” She smiles.
“Trinity!”
“Hey! You’re spiraling! You faked it one time. Your relationship isn’t doomed or stale. You’re just maturing together..” She finally shrugs.
Neither girl seems to notice the hospital room door open an inch or so. Jack had just gotten into work and was told Y/N was already in one of the rooms.
He’d felt a little off about last night, and.. A part of him had hoped to talk to her about it before her shift officially started. He couldn’t wait for their shared lunch time on the roof.
He pauses though when he hears her tense voice.
“Trinity. I faked an orgasm so I could sleep.”
Those words make his stomach drop.
The burning hand of embarrassment makes its presence known on his tight shoulders.
No.
No…
Jack knew there was something off about the way she’d moaned last night. He knew her body like the back of his hand. He’s 50, sure, but Jack Abbot took the act of intimacy extremely seriously.
But he also knew that deep down… The fear only his therapist knew he held on to, was coming true in this very moment. Y/N, in all her youth, had grown bored of him.
He was tasting her, and she was better off just going to sleep.
He felt so small in this moment as Y/N continues her conversation.
“Two years. Yesterday marked two years, and I did the one thing I swore I’d never do in this relationship!” She sniffles. Jack backs out of the room quietly.
He’d let her down. And he was gonna make things right…
“Hey. Y/N..” Santos whispers, all playfulness leaving her face now as she steps closer.
“I don’t.. I don’t want it becoming a habit..” Y/N worries quietly as Santos sighs heavily, hugging Y/N.
“It won’t. You won’t let it..” She assures her simply.
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Y/N usually squeezed by on three power bars and a ton of water and coffee throughout her morning shift.
It was mostly so by 6:30pm, she could sneak off with Jack before his shift officially began. The two would grab something together, and it would count as their ‘lunchtime date’. Y/N looked forward to it everyday. Same time, same meet up location by the stairs.
But today, more than ever, she was really eager to see Jack. She hadn’t spotted him around at all. That was rare. Usually, Jack would show up early-ish, so he could help out where it was needed before going to nap upstairs on the sixth floor. No ED member was technically allowed up there, but.. Jack had made nice with all the nurses years ago. So they all turned the other way when he’d sneak upstairs to nap in an empty hospital room.
Y/N paces by the stairs as she waits to see him. She’d made up her mind that she’d just take what happened last night to her grave. And she’d never pull something like that again.
But after the ten minute mark, she begins to worry. Pulling out her phone, she texts Jack.
‘Where are you? I’m starving! 😭’
Not even a full minute passes when she gets her response.
‘Roof’
She stares down at the simple one worded text message, blinking slowly as she tries to figure out what that’s all about. Jack only texted that shortly if he was busy or upset.
With concern clear as day on her face, Y/N heads up the stairs and towards the rooftop of the hospital. The second she opens the metal door, she’s being grabbed by the waist.
“Oh!” She gasps as she’s yanked into Jack’s chest, his head finding the cork of her neck almost automatically. His stubble grazes her skin as he kisses her pulse point. She shivers involuntarily.
“Jack!” She breathes out as she pulls away a bit.
“I wanna fuck you, baby..” Jack whispers hungrily as he picks her up. She squeals at the suddenness of it all. “Right here. On the rooftop..” He continues as he catches her lips. She barely has time to kiss back.
“Mm.. Jack!” She pants a bit, head spinning as she tries to catch her breath. “Have you lost your mind?!” She whispers as he carries her to the railing.
“Look at the city, baby..” He urges as he moves back to her neck, kissing and licking her skin as he groans softly. She momentarily melts against the assault on her neck, moaning quietly before reality kicks back in.
Her boyfriend is trying to get busy with her on the hospital rooftop!
“Jack! What the hell has gotten into you?!” Y/N finally squeaks as she puts her hands on his shoulders to push him back slightly. His arms around her waist are the only thing making her feel secure as she sits on the metal railing.
He pauses at the confusion and seriousness of her voice. “I… I’m trying to be.. More exciting.” He says slowly, his tone sounding lost. Like he’d assumed this is what she wanted.
“More exciting?!” Y/N laughs. She can’t help it. Jack Abbot is the most exciting man she’s ever met!
“Yeah. I.. You’re getting bored.” Jack frowns a bit. Y/N stiffens slightly.
“Who.. Who said that?” She asks in shock. “Jack. I.. Every time we do it, it is more exciting than the last. I’d never get bored of you.” She assures as she touches his cheek tenderly. He looks down, jaw clenching slightly.
“Then why did you fake it..?” He whispers, voice coming out extremely quiet and raw. There’s this shame on his face that should be on Y/N’s. The guilt could swallow her whole just from looking at how sad her lover truly is.
“You.. How did you..?” She stammers softly.
“Does it matter? Were you ever gonna tell me?” He asks.
“Jack. Look at me..” Y/N frowns. Jack hesitates at first, but then he looks over at the only person who could ever hold the power to make him feel so small..
“I didn’t fake it because I was bored of you. I…” Y/N’s face grows hotter with embarrassment. “I faked it because I wasn’t able to keep up with you.” She admits.
“Y/N..” Jack sighs, thinking she’s just saying that.
“Jack, it’s true.” She assures, finally with her full chest. “You love going all night, and.. I.. Last night, I was really tired. So.. I faked it.” She mumbles sheepishly as Jack watches her closely, shoulders slumping as he realizes she’s telling the truth.
“You… Why didn’t you just tell me?!” Jack immediately fusses.
“You were in the middle of…” She trails off. “I didn’t wanna kill your mood.” She says softly.
“Baby.” Jack says firmly as he makes her look at him. “I’d rather you be all in it, than think you have to fake something like that.” He says simply as he looks her in the eyes. Y/N pouts slightly as she nods, letting his words assure her.
Once again, she’s reminded that even though she’s dated losers.. Jack Abbot is not one of them.
“I’m sorry you thought you had to go bigger to keep me. You have me, baby. And I’m enjoying the ride..” Y/N says sweetly, leaning in to peck his nose and lips softly in order to show she does find this man completely capable of rocking her world. Age difference and all..
“Mm.. I’m sorry I got crazy.” He chuckles. “Doing it on a roof? That’s…” He trails off as he eyes her, a sly glint growing in his eyes.
“Jack!” Y/N squeals bashfully as she realizes he’s still considering it.
“What?!” Jack defends with an innocent shrug. He eyes her, a smirk playing on his face as he steps closer, arms firmly around her waist.
“I’m still owed a big one.” He continues playfully as he looks her in the eyes, one of his hands moving between them and slowly slipping into her scrub bottoms.
“Jack! We have a 15-minute lunch break, we’re on a roof! Someone could se…” Her voice breaks slowly as she feels his magical fingers. Shakily, she grips his shoulders, panting softly as he watches with a cocky expression, loving the power he has over her.
“There you go.. Atta girl..” Jack whispers tauntingly against her mouth that slowly hangs open in silent pleasure. “You just look at the pretty city. I’ll take it from here..” He whispers before slowly dropping to his knees in front of her while she quickly grips on to the railing she’s still sat on.
But… 😏 not until I get this out of my system. Okay? Okay! 🤪
Here is every Shawn Hatosy character’s (that I know about so far) reaction to being told reader wants them to sleep in separate beds 🤭
(Note: idea came from seeing a Sammy/Pope/Jack post on my FYP of them finding out reader is pregnant. I just had to jump on this real quick lol! Lemme know if you like it..)
Jack Abbot:
“You know,” You begin, voice soft enough to break the early morning peace. Jack grumbles softly to show that even though his eyes are closed, he’s listening.
It makes you smile.
This poor man has just stumbled in from his night shift, but you can’t help but wanna see if he’ll react the same way you’ve seen other husbands do on TikTok.
“I saw somewhere that.. Couples last longer if they sleep in separate beds.” You point out as you lay with your head on his chest. You feel his body slightly stiffen, and you hold back a chuckle.
“That’s good for those couples..” He mutters after a moment, voice still thick with exhaustion and coming out gruff.
“We should-“ He cuts you off.
“Nope.”
“Jack!”
“Going to sleep.” Jack announces casually, showing he won’t even entertain the idea.
“Jack!” You can’t help but giggle as he moves so he’s basically laying on top of you.
“Shh. Sleeping.” He smirks as you laugh softly, deciding to just give in..
Andrew “Pope” Cody:
You eye Pope from across the kitchen as he dries the dishes you finish scrubbing. Chores with him always went by faster, and were usually done in a comfortable silence.
You two kept your house in order. You understood why that was so important to someone like Pope. His entire life was usually is disarray. What he could control, he’d always put in order.
Your mind wonders back to the girl talk from yesterday at the hair salon. How some of the girls had tested their partners to see how they’d react to sleeping alone. You were never one to do this, but.. A part of you had grown curious.
How would Pope react?
“Andy?” You finally say. His attention snaps straight to you. Almost immediately. It was once scary to witness. How automatic grabbing his attention was when it came to you. But you’d grown used to it quickly.
Now, you actually found it to be a bit of an ego boost..
“I read an article about couples yesterday..” You state. “They said that.. Couples who sleep in separate beds last longer..” You start softly.
“No.”
The word comes out without much hesitation or pause. His face remains neutral though. Calm. It usually always is. You falter a bit since you’d opened your mouth to continue speaking but had been cut off by him. You can’t help but chuckle a bit in surprise over how quick that response was..
“No?” You ask playfully.
“Yes.” He nods. “You want two beds, we’ll get two beds. Switch between them every night.” He says, voice soft, but slightly gravelly as he shrugs. You eye him softly as he finds ‘common ground’ with you. “But we will share a bed. Every night.” He continues, voice curt. Like that’s the final point of this discussion.
You blush softly, walking around the kitchen counter to gently grab his face with both hands. His hands instinctively go to your elbows to hold you too.
“Okay, Andy. We share a bed, every night..” You assure gently.
Sammy Bryant:
“And he rises..” You tease as Sammy stumbles into the kitchen, half asleep, half dressed, and half ready for the day.
“Always do.” Sammy plays it off as he hurriedly buttons his shirt while you decide to be nice to your husband and pour him a cup of coffee.
“Where’s Trouble?” He asks, hair still wet from his shower, a sad attempt at getting himself together. It almost makes you laugh as you walk over to hand him his mug.
“Catching up on sleep..” You inform. “That thing she didn’t let her daddy get last night..” You note gently, voice playful as you nod to the baby monitor on the kitchen counter. Sammy playfully grumbles into his coffee.
“She’s teething. It happens..” He sighs. You smile at the man before you. The man who has taken fatherhood in stride. The man who started out soft only to be turned cold by an ex-wife, now stands in front of you, just as tender as you knew he could be.
“You were barely in bed last night..” You point out. You had tried getting up to help, but Sammy would assure you that he could handle your fussy bundle of joy on his own. You knew it’s the smaller things he liked to do. To be a comfort. You knew it was best to just let him.
“You sure you can be on your game today?” You ask.
“I’m on my game every day..” He smirks at you, eyes showing his tiredness though. It makes you chuckle.
That smirk is what worked on you, always..
“You’re also.. 10 minutes from being late.” You point out. His eyes widen a bit as he looks at the clock.
“Shit.” He says and quickly moves to the kitchen counter to pack up a lunch and indulge in the breakfast you’d made.
“I’ve been thinking..” You say after a moment of watching your husband rush around the kitchen. Sammy quickly puts toast in his mouth so he could run out for the day. You had been wanting to see his reaction to this ever since it came up on some early morning talk show..
“Mm-Hm..” He hums, mouth full as he moves to grab his things.
“What if we have two separate beds?” You ask. Sammy swallows the rest of his coffee as he nods fast.
“Whatever works for you, baby.” He assures, panting softly from chugging a hot liquid. He walks back over to you, pecking your lips lazily. “I gotta go. I’ll call.” He states as he grabs at his things.
“Love you! Tell Trouble daddy loves her!” He calls from over his shoulder as he runs out of the kitchen. You hum a bit and shake your head in amusement, deciding to just let it go.
You hear Sammy leave through the front door, but a second later, he comes walking back in, face showing concern.
“Hey, baby, what-“ He cuts you off.
“You said separate beds?” He asks to clarify.
You can’t help but chuckle at how long it’d taken for that to sink in. “I mean… Yeah, it’s good for some couples..” You continue. Might as well.
“Is it me?” Sammy asks as he moves closer.
“No! Of course not. I like snuggling up to my man..” You assure fast when you see there’s genuine worry in those brown eyes of his. It hurts your heart, you can’t keep it up.
“Then no separate beds, yeah?” He asks softly, voice tender as you quickly nod.
“Yeah. Yes. It’s a dumb idea, baby. I’m sorry..” You assure fast as you move to hug him close. He sighs in relief, this time actually kissing you.
“I love you.” He says against your lips as you smile brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I love you.” You mumble back, kissing him again.
Brett Richards:
“There you are!”
You sigh as step into the garage where your boyfriend of two years is deep in elbow grease, trying to bring life back into his old pick up truck. Brett looks over at you with soft eyes, smiling warmly at the sight of you still half asleep and in his shirt.
“Morning, gorgeous..” He says as he walks over to turn off the music he had playing for background noise.
“I thought a lazy Sunday meant staying in bed. The cats are in bed, I am in bed..” You point out as he walks over to kiss your forehead as a proper good morning greeting.
“What’s the issue?” He asks. You give him a look.
“You aren’t.” You point out with crossed arms.
“I will be. I swear. Just.. Wanna finish this.” He assures as he leads you to sit in the truck so you’re not standing around while he works. You hum at that.
“You know.. This wouldn’t be an issue if we had separate beds..” You point out after a moment of silence.
Brett slows his movements to look over at you. He raises an eyebrow. “Separate beds?” He asks, to make sure he heard you right. You nod.
“Read an article about it yesterday morning. Most couples swear by it..” You shrug, mostly messing with the older man, but you could already see the wheels turning in his head.
“Separate beds..” He mutters. “What would that do?” He asks as he starts to give it more thought. You feel your shoulders stiffen slightly.
Was he actually considering this?!
“It’d give us better sleep quality. Mm.. More personal comforts. Might enhance our.. Intimacy..” Brett lists off the top of his head.
“What are you doing?!” You ask finally.
“Making the pros and cons in my head.” He says gently. You frown at him. Brett has always been a problem solver. Always thinking more logically than emotionally. Most would call him a jerk, but underneath it all was just someone who cared. He cared for his family, for his job, for his cats, and for his friends.
He also cared for you.
He just had a way of doing so that could come off as odd to some.
You pout a bit as you cross your arms. “What’s the cons?” You ask finally. Brett smiles softly at your expression.
“I won’t get to hold you as much..” He starts off simply. You try to keep the same expression, but you can’t help but melt when he pulls you closer, hands on your hips.
“That outweighs the pros?” You grumble softly as he chuckles warmly.
“Always.” He says sweetly, voice soft. You smile as the country air blows a warm breeze into the garage’s open door.
“Good.” You say in slight relief, leaning in.
“Then again, the sleep quality..” Brett trails off jokingly against your lips before you can kiss.
You pull away fast. “I’m going back to bed. With the cats!” You fuss as he laughs, trying to pull you back and assure you that he was just messing around..
Terry McCandless:
“I’ve been thinking.” You sigh as you set the last box down from moving. You’d officially leashed the dog. This was ‘popping champagne’ levels of celebration, if you asked anyone who knew Terry. That man could be a menace.
Terry McCandless and monogamy just didn’t go together, but in order to keep you around, he was more than willing to try.
And try he has. One year and today you’re officially moved in together.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” Terry asks, southern accent as charming as the day it was when you first met him.
“It’d be smart to get separate beds..” You say, trying not to laugh. Terry slows his unpacking to eye you closely, lips twitching into a smirk as you continue unloading, pretending to look innocent in this whole thing.
“Okay..” He says. That makes you stop your movements.
“Okay?!” You ask as you turn to face him fast.
“Yeah..” He shrugs. “But the second you miss me, you’re gonna have to say please before you can get in my bed..” He adds on with a wider, sly smirk that matches one of a wolf. You ignore the look and cross your arms over your chest.
“Hmm…” You softly humph. “Well, same goes for you then.” You state as you eye him up and down. He chuckles and steps a bit closer.
“Oh, darlin..” He starts slowly. “We both know I won’t have to beg that much..” He taunts as he gets right in front of you. His hands slide to your waist as you look anywhere but him..
“Matter of fact..” Terry gently grabs your chin, turning you back to face him. “Lemme see your beggin face..” He mumbles.
“Terry! The rest of the boxes!” You try to remind, mostly just to get out of this, but you feel your cheeks getting warmer.
“Say ‘please, Terry. Let me lay here’..” He whispers as his thumb lazily touches your bottom lip to make you pout. You push down a shiver as you eye him, considering it before shaking your head.
“Stop!” You giggle quietly as you lightly push at him. He smirks as he grabs you by the waist to yank you closer. You grumble, realizing you won’t get out of this..
“Please, Terry.. Let me lay here..” You give in, your voice a soft mumble as he leans in closer.
He groans softly, using one hand to playfully clutch at his chest like he’s melting from the inside out. “I can’t say no to you..” He smirks before kissing you deeply..
Titus Danforth:
The only sound in the dining room is silverware against fine china. Breakfast is laid out in a spread along the long dining room table. The servants move among you and Titus, heads casted downwards because they know better.
“I’ve been thinking..” You say, breaking the silence. His eyes slip up from his paper to look at you. His movements are usually slow. It gives people a false sense of security.
“With the wedding getting closer… We should consider sleeping in separate beds.” You say. The minute the sentence leaves your lips, it’s as if time itself has stood still, afraid of the reaction from the man seated across from you.
The ticking of the grandfather clock off to the side hallway of this grand mansion is your only sign that maybe, possibly, time doesn’t care.
But the servants sure do…
They all slow their movements, but don’t dare to stop. Or show any outward reaction. Titus carefully wipes his mouth as you poke at the fruit on your plate.
“What?”
It’s his voice. His voice makes everything in the room deadly still. Everyone.
You don’t look up from your plate. Your heart is racing as you feel his eyes burn holes into your skin.
“Out.” He orders after a few seconds of silence. The servants don’t need to be told twice. They all quickly scatter away, leaving you two alone.
Another beat of silence…
“Why?” He asks, voice low and restrained. As if he’s holding himself back. It makes you hide your smirk as you finally look up at him.
“I’ve just been thinking-“ He cuts you off.
“Why are you thinking that?” He asks, tone tense and rough.
“It was just a suggestion..” You calmly shrug.
“A stupid one.” He says, voice as dark as his eyes.
“I didn’t know you wanted me in your bed so badly..” You note. He watches you for a moment longer before he gets up from his chair and walks over to where you’re sat.
“You really think..” He begins slowly as he gets in front of you, standing over you. His hand finds your chin. “There’s a bed you can rest your pretty little head on that I won’t crawl my way in to?” He whispers as you try turning your face from his grasp only to have him tighten and yank your face back to look up at him.
“Hm?” He whispers roughly, grip on your chin not loosening as he watches you closely. You ignore the excitement you get in your chest as he leans down now to be eye level with you.
“You’re such a romantic..” You whisper when his lips get close enough to yours..
Added in due to demand lol
Grant Reilly:
“And.. Voilà! Dinner is served..”
You smile softly up at your boyfriend as he presents the romantic dish for you. You were constantly being fed only the best from him, and he loved being able to spoil you. He got a kick out of it, honestly. You could see it in his eyes whenever you’d indulge in his food, his picks of wine, his specialized desserts.
He made food intimate. He made nights in intimate. You sit up straighter to really take in the pasta. Freshly made and drizzled on top is honey that he swears makes the vodka sauce taste even better. After a year together, you’ve learned to trust his food takes.
“How was your day, honey?” Grant asks as he starts to open the bottle of wine, screwing into the cork in a way that makes you marvel at his biceps. You hum.
“It was nice. I actually brushed up on some reading..” You say. You’d been messing around with the idea all day, but you couldn’t help yourself any longer.
“Oh yeah? Anything good?” Grant asks as he focuses now on tugging at the cork.
“I read that some couples.. Report better intimacy if they sleep in separate beds.” You finally say innocently as you poke at the pasta. Grant’s eyes slowly slip along the dining table of the dimly lit kitchen and land on you.
“Oh?” He asks quietly.
“Just got me thinking. What if we-“ You’re cut off be the sharp pop of the wine cork coming out of the bottle tightly gripped in Grant’s hand. You take note at how tense his shoulders are.
“I don’t.. Uh..” He calms down a bit as he realizes how hard he’d yanked on the cork. “I don’t think.. That’s a good idea..” He finally says, voice soft. It’s as quiet as the soft music spinning on the record player.
“You don’t?” You ask, trying to keep your face neutral, but you find him adorable in this moment.
“I mean.. I don’t know how you young people are getting down today, but.. Back in my time..” Grant trails off a bit, making you chuckle at the unironic ‘back in my day’ speech.
Grant Reilly was the most romantic and intimate and sensual boyfriend you’ve ever had, yet the age difference between you two loomed over him like a shadow. It was always in the back of his mind. No matter what assurances you gave him that you were very much happy where you were..
“Separate beds meant.. An unhappy couple..” Grant continues as he eyes you closely, as if asking the unspoken question. One that makes you softly smile as you reach over and touch his hand from across the table.
“Then I guess separate beds aren’t for us then..” You assure gently, making him slowly smile in relief.
“Good..” He says tenderly before pouring you both some wine, watching proudly as you dig into the pasta in front of you..
Stan Rosado:
“Oh! Look at these pillows..” You excitedly gasp as you flip through the magazine while snuggled in close to the side of your boyfriend of two years. With college knocking on the door of your adolescence, the idea to officially move in together was keeping the future bright for you both.
Stan rubs the back of his neck in slight frustration over his calculus textbook, deciding it best to just take a break. He turns to eye the magazine page you’ve presented to him.
“Looks cool. A little vintage though, right?” He scrunches his nose slightly. “Like.. Old cat lady.” He teases, making you gasp in offense while you lightly swat at him with the magazine. He laughs.
“Well, I like it.” You defend instantly as he quickly throws up his hands.
“I’m not knocking it! Just sayin..” He assures quickly with a small smile to show he means no real harm. You playfully grumble.
“Yeah, well, this is how I’m gonna decorate my bed too..” You point out.
“Our bed.” Stan corrects with a goofy grin growing on his face, as if getting happy at just the thought of it. Soon, you two would have your own space to grow and achieve together.
“No…” You trail off playfully. “My bed. You can have your own.” You state, only messing around really. But Stan raises an eyebrow anyways.
“Oh, no way! I’m sharing a bed with my girl..” He declares simply as you giggle.
“No! You said my style is ‘old cat lady’.” You point out.
“Oh, come on, Y/N…” Stan groans as he pulls you on to his lap. You two should’ve been enjoying this Saturday picnic in the park, but you’re not playfully fighting over this ‘major life choice’.
“No! This old lady wants her space..” You continue on, head held high till he starts to tickle you.
“Stan!” You squeal as you try swatting him away only for him to get you down on the blanket, hovering over you to continue tickling you.
“Take it back!” He playfully orders as you scream with laughter, not caring who might be looking over.
“I take it back!” You finally give in, making him smile in victory.
“Yes!” He cheers as he sits up on his knees to throw his hands in the air. You glare playfully as you lay there on the blanket, surrounded by soft and freshly cut grass.
“You’re mean!” You state matter of factly as you watch your boyfriend move back over you to kiss your cheek.
“I’m sorry..” He plays along. “I’ll let you have full control. You decorate how you want. Just.. No separate beds.” He says as you hum softly.
“I’d rather lay in an old lady bed than not lay with you.” He says simply before laughing, getting up so he can run away from you before you can hit him again for his ‘joke’.
“Get back here!” You shout as you get up to chase him..
Imagine being the young nurse that Robby is constantly pulling on to cases with him because he likes how you two work together, and then one morning, you’re helping an older woman who twisted her ankle earlier in the day.
The old lady spots Robby and instantly recognizes him.
“Mickey!” The old lady calls happily to a now shocked Robby.
“Mickey?” You ask as you eye both individuals now.
“Oh, yes. When he was little boy..” The old lady laughs softly already, as if the memory alone is cherished. “He had Mickey stuffie. So cute. Would not go any where without it. We all called him ‘Mickey’!”
You realize instantly that this old lady must’ve known Robby and his grandmother when he was a child. Robby is so embarrassed by the reveal, and he tries holding his head up high again.
He runs an entire ED, and he wants to be looked at as the six foot one man he is now and not the five year old boy who used to do everything with his hand-me-down Mickey Mouse plushie.
But you find his attempt at being ‘Dr. Robinavitch’ hilarious given that the old lady is still treating him like the little boy she’d seen her best friend raise up.
He works the case with you, keeping the ‘walk down memory lane’ act to a minimum, but the old lady keeps spilling more stuff. More things that make you look at the man you’ve had a crush on for four months now in a completely different light.
You find out Robby used to play the guitar and write random songs at age 12, that he would run mini businesses at ages 7-9 all summer long for extra cash for candy, and then… As you’re helping Robby with getting the walking boot on your patient, she reveals that young Robby… Was a member of his synagogue’s choir as a 6 year old boy.
Your heart practically melts as you playfully pout at him.
“Nurse Y/N..” He warns, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“You were a choir boy?!” You gush.
“Nurse Y/N..” Robby tries again.
“Did you get solos!?” You ask eagerly, needing to know more.
“He sure did!” The old woman confirms for you as you giggle happily.
Robby would fuss about getting back to the task at hand, but… Later that evening, you would bring it up to him again. Playfully, of course. He’d threaten you with a full two weeks of triage if you didn’t forget everything you heard, lightheartedly though. And you’d jokingly say the two weeks are worth never forgetting what you found out this morning.
“I gotta hear one of your solos one of these days, Dr. Robby..” You’d say as you gather your things at the end of the day, making him smile a bit.
“I don’t think I can hit those same notes..” He warns playfully. “Maybe.. If you get me drunk enough.” He adds though, which makes you blush as you realize what he’s hinting at.
“Saturday..” You confirm gently before leaving for the night…
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Hey babe! Hope you're doing well!! I was wondering if you could write more about the "pope losing steam thinking you stopped listening/don't care" but we actually do listen and pay attention, that was sooooo cuteee
🍃Tags/Warnings🍃: pure fluff, Soft!Reader, NeverBeenInLove!Pope Cody ( so ig hurt/comfort..?? idk ), Shy!Pope Cody
🍃Plot🍃: Pope is used to wearing his emotions on his sleeve. It doesn’t matter, because no one has ever noticed. But Y/N notices..
🍃Characters🍃: Pope Cody x Fem!Reader
🍃Title🍃: Soft
🍃A/N🍃: awe! Hope you’re doing awesome, babes! I love shy/nervous Pope Cody!! Ugh! Lol, I hope you like it!!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
When you and Pope first started dating, he’d watch you a lot.
It was never something that threw you off. In fact, most times, it’d break your heart. Pope had a way of looking at you that was always a mix between fascination and nervous adoration. He spoke gently, he moved slowly.
He acted as if you were a butterfly that had landed next to him. Something that he didn’t want to scare away. And most times, date nights with you were spent with him in his head. Second guessing everything.
So you learned to read his silence.
You studied him back during the comfortable, low energy moments he’d spend recharging around you. When his guard was down and no mask had to be plastered on his tired face..
You learned what every look meant, every pause, every facial twitch and quiet murmur of his voice. You kept note of it all. And in return, you gave him something he thought he’d go his whole life without..
Softness..
And slowly… He began to seep into it like a hot bath after a long day. Yet he still had his habits. And his hesitations…
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Now enjoy these headcanons
• He’d want to hold your hand, but if your grip loosens too much, he’ll think you’re tired of his grip, so he’ll let go. You’d have to reach back over for it. You might even see the corner of his lip twitch slightly when you do, like he’s trying not to smile outright.. •
• He’ll speed up his explanation of things to try and ‘get it all out’ before he loses you completely. He rushes through the rest of what he’s saying, which makes it harder for you to follow along, so you have to softly tell him to repeat himself. Only then does he realize you’re actively listening to him. •
• His eyes light up when you ask him more about the topic he’s talking about. It’s subtle, but you see it in his eyes and he’ll even fidget with his fingers to get the nerves out before he answers your question as ‘casually’ as he can master.. •
• You don’t know this.. But he remembers your every reaction. He'll store it away in his memory for later. What made you smile, what made you furrow your brow, what made you get genuinely excited. His happiest moments are ones where he can talk to you and get a reaction like that. It makes him feel.. ‘Interesting’. •
• The first few times you brought up something he’d told you about in the past, he was genuinely so surprised and thrown off. You’d be around the table with friends and say happily: “Andy loved to swim as a kid, right, honey?” and he just stares at you in stunned silence for a moment or so before nodding slowly, as if not knowing what to say to that. He’s never had someone remember really small things about him.. •
• The first time you looked him in the eye while he was explaining something, (it was how to perform a ‘Boardslide’), it threw him off so much that he stammered over his words a bit. That was on your first date, and you had found it so cute that you smiled more. He never forgot that smile. It’s what he first fell in love with.. •
• Sometimes, he’ll go off on side tangents because he’s not used to having attention on him for so long, so he thinks he needs to get everything out in one sitting. You always gently steer him back to the main topic and then let him finish any other things he wanted to say because you want him to know all you two have is time.. •
• When he does finish a little tangent with you about something he’s interested in, he’ll get this small ‘accomplished’ smile on his face. Like he’s so satisfied with being heard.. •
• If you’re quiet for too long, he’ll second guess his own words. “I don’t think I.. I’m not explaining it right..” He mutters gruffly with a shake of his head. You always assure him that you understand it perfectly and only then does he keep going. •
• Pope is really into documentaries. More specifically, Pope is really into ‘Shark Week’. He can stay on that one channel all day, but he tries to limit himself when you’re around so you don’t get bored. He’ll try and change the channel or hand you the remote, but you’ll just softly mumble how you were ‘listening to that’ while you’re doing some other task on the couch with him. He’ll relax when he realizes you actually don’t mind, and with his head on your lap, he’ll lay on the couch, enjoying his day off with his girl.. •
Lol the end of your Andrew beating up your new coworker ficlet made me think of what if Andrew starts dating a Hispanic girl whose parents don't speak English all that well so he starts learning Spanish to impress them. He'd be a menace once he learned "Dame un beso". I genuinely don't know if he'd learn anything else after that 😂
🍃Tags/Warnings🍃: fluff of the purest kind, Spanish!Reader ( specifically Puerto Rican bc I am..😅 ), AU where Pope has custody of Lena ( bc this is the only AU I know, damnit! )
🍃Plot🍃: Just Pope being in love with his girlfriend and her culture..
🍃Characters🍃: Pope Cody x Fem!Reader
🍃Title🍃: Beso..
🍃A/N🍃: I love imagining Pope with a Spanish girl ( and not just bc I’m Spanish lol ) but because I genuinely believe being around the culture and food and family could’ve helped him feel less.. “different”. Idk how to explain it lol, but I hope you enjoy!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
“Dame un beso…”
The phrase comes out fluent by this point. No hesitation is behind it. It always gets you to break into a small smile and playfully roll your eyes. It’s like a parrot with one phrase. No. Actually, it’s like a dog that spams the same old trick.
Because he knows it’ll get him a treat.
Slowly setting down your spoon, you turn to face Pope as he stands right behind you, warm smile on his face as he waits for that affection, face still sweaty from working outside today.
No job meant Pope was doing projects in the backyard to keep from going stir crazy, and you guys just needed to have a brick oven outside by the pool. You hated when he worked himself to the bone.
Arms cross over your chest as you put on a playful attitude..
“Por qué debería?” You say back with arms now crossed, raising a challenging eyebrow at your boyfriend of two years.
Pope stares at you blankly, causing you to giggle, dropping your playful attitude for the moment.
“You have to learn Spanish, Andy..” You sigh a bit as he blinks and then pulls you closer by the waist.
“I will. You just have to teach me..” He tries, voice low as he holds you close, making you scoff lightheartedly.
“No.. Not from me.” You state as he nuzzles into your neck. You can practically feel his frown against your skin.
“Why not..” He asks, voice coming out in a soft huff.
“Because when I do it, you don’t actually wanna learn, you just want me to talk to you in Spanish.” You snort softly as you remember all previous attempts.
They all end up with him jumping you..
Slowly, Pope pulls away, eyeing you with a feign look of innocence. “I’ll pay attention this time. Swear..” He says, voice tender as you feel your heart race slightly. You bite your lip, knowing how this will end, but you still turn fully to face him.
“I taught you the basics already. Hola, Cómo está, Por favor…” You say as you go through the list in your head. He nods along, his eyes already on your lips.
“Here’s something you can say to my family when they start trying to speak to you in Spanish, okay? You say ‘Habla más despacio, por favor’…” You recite softly.
“Ha.. Blow..” He begins quietly.
“No, baby. Ha.. Blah.” You correct gently. “It means ‘speak more slowly, please’. It’ll help you in conversation..” You explain.
“Say it again..” He mutters quietly as he pulls you right against his hard frame. You ignore the flush you get and softly begin speaking again. You say every word slowly as he hums, softly starting to kiss along your jaw.
“Andy..” You try and complain, but god, do you love it. And he knows that..
“Matter of fact.. How do you say my name?” He asks in your ear as he backs you up against the kitchen counter.
“Oh no.. I know this game. I’m too busy..” You fuss softly, but it’s a lie. Dinner is done, you have no real chores around the house at the moment, and it’s a lazy Sunday..
“Come on, I forgot..” He smirks, dropping the innocent face, but keeping the same tone. It’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. It almost makes you shiver.
“Andrés…” You whisper as you look up at him, hands gently going to his shoulders. There’s a split second where he just looks at you. Those few seconds excite you. It’s like when a snake stares at its next meal, waiting for the perfect moment…
And then… strike!
He grabs you up effortlessly, carrying you towards the bedroom as you can’t help but laugh in disbelief.
“Andy!” You swat playfully at his back as he gets you into the room. He drops you right on the bed and hovers over you, very ready to take you down.
“Dame un beso..” He breathes out. You blush and finally kiss him..
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Now enjoy these headcanons:
• You play a lot of Spanish music around the house. When you’re cleaning, or cooking, or just trying to destress. Pope personally likes when you play Bad Bunny. He got emotional the first time you translated DtMF for him. And the outro to LA MuDANZA always gets him hype. •
• On top of slowly learning more Spanish, Pope fell in love with the sound of a barril de bomba one night with watching your family play it for fun. He has one now that he likes to play. You like it because it’s helped him be less rough.. •
• Pope absolutely loves the food. Ya’ll saw how he ate those ribs. That’s nothing compared to what he does to your cooking… •
• Pope enjoys the big family. He enjoys the parties that last until 2am/3am. He enjoys the laughter and loud music and even louder talking. He enjoys how some people stay over after the party has died down and the next morning is spent making breakfast together while still having fun.. •
• Pope and your mother don’t speak the same language, but you just know he’d kill for that woman. He adores the moments that they do have together. He really does try to indulge in a full fledge conversation with her whenever he can. You just have to translate a few things here and there. But once a song comes on that your mom likes, that’s her dance partner for the rest of the night.. •
• And speaking of dancing, it took Pope maybe a month to learn how to actually dance bachata. Now he can dance without having to stare at his feet the whole time. You think he likes it because of its structure. The number of steps never change. He just needed to learn how to loosen his body up. •
• Pope has become a pro at dominos. You blame your father for that one. He spent one night teaching him the game, and now Pope is great at the game. He loves sitting around at parties now with the guys and playing. Sometimes it’s for money, sometimes just for fun.. •
• Dating you has also helped Pope with his curls. He has a whole curl routine now. It’s also helped him in understanding Lena’s hair better. •
• For your birthday, after a year of dating, Pope surprised you with a trip to Puerto Rico. It was so fun, and he got to experience the island for the first time and spoil you too, something he rarely gets to get away with doing.. •
• The first time you realized he was spending too much time around your family, specifically your cousins, was when you were over at the Cody household for a grill out. Pope and Craig had gotten into a little fight about something that resulted in Pope calling him a “Puta”.. •
I absolutely love a witchy girlfriend for pope, and it got me thinking about him and his cutesy little girlfriend, and he's shocked when he learns she has a "creepy" hobby, such as picking up animal bones or something like that.
Xxx
🍃Tags/Warnings🍃: just plain fluff ( Pope finding his true love ), SoftGirly!Reader turns to Creepy!Reader fast lol, talks of witch craft
🍃Plot🍃: After a job leads to Pope hiding out in a random crystal shop, the family’s confused on what the hell the owner sees in Pope. Turns out, he’s not the scarier of the two..
🍃Characters🍃: Pope Cody x Fem!Reader
🍃Title🍃: My Girlfriend is a Witch
🍃A/N🍃: as a practicing witch, baby, I just know Pope would be all in and it makes my heart happy lol. I really hope you like it!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
Masterlist
No one could understand it.
She seemed so.. Normal.
All smiles and giggles and, sure, she had a little… Odd way of dressing, and the things she’d say about the moon and cards threw most of the family members off, but Pope seemed to really like her. She was nowhere near Craig or Baz’s type. Yet she was still charming enough.
The entire family just couldn’t see it.
She was a business owner, funny, smart, bubbly, and a league away from the norm of their world, yet she fit right in. None of Pope’s habits seemed to scare her.
He could stand as close as he wanted to her, and she’d smile.
He could watch her like a hawk with an unreadable look on his face, and she’d playfully wave.
He could take down a whole platter of ribs in front of her, and she’d tease him lightheartedly while wiping at his face.
Pope couldn’t see it either. Why him? How him? But one at a time, eventually, all of the Cody family members would come to learn that Pope? Wasn’t the scariest one in the relationship..
These are those times..
{ Number One: The Animal Bones }
“Andy…” Y/N whispers playfully. She always kept her voice low early in the morning as to not startle him. Pope was already a light sleeper. He opens his eyes and allows reality to seep back into his frontal lobe as he looks at his girlfriend in soft adoration.
“I gotta go. I just wanted to say good morning..” She says gently. Pope hated whenever he woke up in his bed all alone because she’d slipped away. It was a rule in their now one month relationship that even if he was asleep, she’d wake him for a proper goodbye.
“Work?” He whispers, forcing himself to wake up more. “I’ll drive you..” He says.
“No, no.” Y/N says fast, voice still quiet as she places a hand on his chest to stop him from sitting up fully. “I’m hiking.” She informs, making Pope frown a bit. She went hiking at least once a month and it was always an all day process. Usually, he didn’t mind the time spent away because he’d always be busy on a job, but.. He had nothing to do today.
“I.. Do you have to go today?” He asks carefully. She nods fast, as if pushing it off for another time would just be crazy. He sighs a bit and Y/N takes note.
“You can come with me..” She offers after a second or so. Pope looks up from his hands, pulled from his thoughts. He blinks for only a second before nodding fast.
“Yeah. Uh.. Yeah, let me get ready..” He says fast, getting up from the bed.
“I’ll pack extra gloves.” Y/N says excitedly while clapping her hands. It makes him pause.
“What?” He asks as he rushes to get a shirt on.
“Gloves! For the bones..” Y/N chuckles as if he should know this. Pope freezes. Y/N is slightly put off by the look that comes across his face, eyes getting dark.
“We have to hide a body?” He asks quietly.
“What?!” Y/N asks as he quickly snaps out of his previous mindset. “Andy, no! Animal bones..” She fusses.
He blinks slowly, taking a moment to really register her confusion. “Animal?” He asks, maybe to just clarify.
“Yes! I use certain bones for totems. For my alter. Then when I feel their energy depleting, I go looking for more..” She explains as Pope slowly nods, letting her.. Hobby truly sink in.
Finally, he speaks.
“Okay.”
Y/N smiles softly as she sits on the edge of the bed, watching him get dressed.
“Keep this in mind, Andy. I need at least two teeth or claw bones for protection for both of us, at least one spine for stability, and..” She lists before pausing. “Oh!” She says as if remembering. “I really hope I can find a Baculum bone..” She mutters mostly to herself.
“What’s that used for..?” Pope asks, already curious.
“Sexual energy..” Y/N smiles warmly at a now bashful looking Pope. He finishes the last few buttons on his shirt and Y/N stands from the bed, ready to go. She does pause in the doorway of their room though to look up at Pope.
“Would you have really helped me hide a body?” She asks curiously now, remembering the momentary confusion between the two.
“Yeah..” Pope says, voice quiet. He didn’t even have to think about it. Y/N pouts happily at his quick response.
“Awe..” She giggles before kissing his cheek..
{ Number Two: The Freezer }
“Jesus!” J hisses as he turns on the kitchen light, coming face to face with Y/N as she mixes something in a ceramic mug. He sighs, hand moving to rub his chest.
“You fucking scared me..” He notes as she only hums, eyes still down casted towards her drink. J shifts a bit, hesitating before walking into the kitchen fully. He was starved, and it was almost 1am. He could just ignore the weird behavior for now if it meant getting something in his system.
“Is uh… Pope’s sleeping?” He asks as his eyes scan the cabinet, just trying to make conversation as he searches for something good enough.
“Nope.” Y/N says, voice coming out more dull than it usually is. She pops the ‘p’ in that one word, as if pissed. J shifts a bit. She probably knew. He kind of turns to face her from over his shoulder, seeing her already watching him. He quickly turns back to the cabinet.
She definitely knew.
Earlier in the evening, Pope and J had gotten into it over some blueprints. It wasn’t one of their worst arguments, but it wasn’t pretty.
“Huh. Kind of late.” J tries.
“Yeah. He can’t sleep. Hence the brew.” She mutters, tone tight. J slowly nods, not knowing what to say to that. He instead turns to the fridge now.
“Yeah. You know. Business.” J shrugs, trying to keep his tone light. He can feel her eyes on him..
“No. I don’t know ‘business’..” She says slowly. “But I do know… That if you piss Pope off again.. I’ll put you in my freezer…” The threat comes out soft and slow. Most of the things Y/N says comes out that way. J pauses at the fridge, turning slowly to face Y/N now. He can’t help but raise an eyebrow.
“Like… You’re gonna try and shove me in your freezer?” He almost chuckles now.
“Not you, physically..” She clarifies, voice calm and expression still gentle. J shifts a bit, not liking how she had to specify it wouldn’t be a physical thing…
“Then what do you..” He trails off, deciding it’s best to just let it go. “I.. Noted.” He brushes off the urge to argue.
“Good.” Y/N says softly as J turns back to the fridge. “Because, J?” She asks. He looks back at her. “You wouldn’t like it in there…” She warns quietly, the corners of her lips twitching slight as if trying not to smile at the thought.
J quickly closes the fridge.
“Yeah, Imma.. I’ll just grab something outside..” He says fast before walking out of the kitchen.
{ Number Three: The Cards }
“We’re going out tonight, right?”
The question leaves Craig’s mouth before he can stop himself. He knows the answer before Pope even has a moment to shake his head.
“I can’t. Movie night.” He says simply as Craig groans over dramatically.
“Come on, Pope. Ditch her for one night..” Craig tries. He knows deep down his brother won’t do it though. He’s down bad, and Craig can only watch in disappointment as his brother slowly morphs into a well kept house cat..
“I told Y/N tonight was for us. I can’t go back on that..” Pope says simply as he overlooks the ocean from the boardwalk they were hanging out at. They were waiting for Deran so they could finally call it a night.
“Well, just tell her your sick..” Craig shrugs.
“I’m not sick.” Pope points out.
“No, I know you aren’t!” Craig huffs, getting annoyed already. “Just tell her you are. Say you’re staying home. Then you can hang out tonight..” He explains.
Pope hesitates, and for a brief moment, Craig thinks he’s convinced him. Then, ever so slowly, Pope shakes his head again. “I can’t.” He mutters as Craig sighs heavily with an eye roll, feeling defeated.
“I can’t lie to Y/N, man.” Pope continues simply. “She’ll find out eventually..” He states.
“Oh..” Craig says, nodding like he understands now. “What? She’s got like.. A tracker on your phone?” He asks. Pope pauses, finally looking away from the beach’s beautiful sunset to eye his younger brother.
“What? No.” He says fast. “It’s..” He sighs with a shift of his footing. “The cards..” He finally explains. Craig stares at him blankly.
“The what?” Craig asks.
“The cards, man. The cards will tell her..” Pope nods certainly. Craig blinks a bit, letting a beat of silence sit between them before he softly talks.
“See..” He finally says slowly. “You gotta stop saying weird shit like that, man.” He says to Pope before dropping the topic completely.
That was until dinner two nights later. Y/N waited for a moment where her and Craig could be alone so she could look him directly in the eyes. Height difference be damned. “Don’t ever pressure Pope again, okay?” She asks gently, voice eerily calm. Craig is stunned for a split second before laughing it off, trying to crack a joke only to have her walk away.
Feeling off afterwards, Craig found Pope. “You told on me, man. What are you? A baby?” He tries to taunt, but Pope just looks at him as if completely lost.
“The.. Our conversation. Going out.” Craig informs fast to ring a bell. “Y/N just told me not to try that again.” He informs.
“I.. Didn’t tell her anything.” Pope says, voice still calm. Craig chuckles.
“You’re fucking with me.” He says as Pope just shakes his head.
“The cards. I told you..” He says simply as he walks away.
Craig never found out for sure if Pope and Y/N were just messing with him, but.. He never tested it again..
{ Number Four: The Butterfly }
“Pope! We gotta go, man!” Baz shouts as the door behind him opens. Y/N walks in happily, balancing brown paper bags full of groceries in both arms. Baz quickly moves to help her, putting on that charming smile that doesn’t trick Y/N in the slightest. But, she plays nice…
“Thanks.” She sighs as they set the bags in the kitchen before she remembers something.
“Oh!” She quickly rushes off towards her alter and opens a drawer before walking back over to Baz. “Pope and I are celebrating our three months this weekend. You know him best..” She begins as hands over the frame.
“You think he’ll like it?” She asks as Baz looks at the frame and freezes, almost dropping it. Inside the display frame was a butterfly.
“It’s a Common Buckeye..” She smiles, as if proud of herself.
“Oh god..” Baz mutters as he gets a bit squeamish, handing the frame right back.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N asks, ignoring the look on his face as she admires her handiwork on this gift. “So?” She turns back to Baz. “You think Pope’s gonna like it?” She asks eagerly.
“I uh…” Baz hesitates. “Is it… Alive?!” He asks finally, hands rubbing at his jeans.
“What?! No!” Y/N giggles at that. She carefully sets it down on the counter top. “Found her in my garden. I don’t like pests in my things..” Y/N explains gently.
Baz opens his mouth. He can’t even begin to speak. Y/N continues on though.
“Do you know how long it takes to find one that’s dead but in perfect condition? Especially a beautiful one like this?” She asks as she shakes her head at her luck.
“You… Did you.. Kill-” Y/N gasps, cutting Baz off yet again.
“Of course not!” She says. “But I do go hunting.” She adds. Baz eyes the butterfly, having to look away again at how weird it looked.
“You… You picked up and framed a dead butterfly?” He asks finally.
Oh yeah, Pope and Y/N deserved each other.
“You can’t just pick it up..” Y/N shakes her head. “It takes so much patience and gentle movements. You have to carefully grab it by the thorax to avoid rubbing off the wing scales, then you need to very slowly soften the-” It’s Baz’s turn to interrupt now.
“Pope! I’ll be waiting in the car!” He calls before walking out of the house..
{ Number Five: The (Not) Water }
“Don’t drink that!”
Deran almost drops the glass mason jar as Y/N rushes over to him. She grabs the cold jar out of his hands just as Pope comes into the kitchen. The two men had been working in the living room when Deran go thirsty.
He’d made his way into the kitchen like he’d done a hundred times before and found a jar of water.
“What?! What’s wrong with the water?!” Deran asks, staring at Y/N like she’s nuts. She looks at him in the exact same fashion.
“This isn’t water!” She scoffs before moving to put it back in the fridge. Pope also shakes his head as if Deran should know that.
“What the hell is it, then?” He asks as both Pope and Y/N walk out of the kitchen, leaving him utterly confused and freaked out.
Wondering if you’d be willing to write some platonic Dana & Jack x fem!reader hurt/comfort? Like a pseudo-parent type thing. Sometimes I wanna be kissed by both of them and sometimes I wanna be hugged and cared for by both of them and this is one of those ‘need care’ moments (also sulking in my parental issues but that’s neither here nor there). I really like the fluff/comfort you write so I wanted to ask. But totally okay if you’re not comfortable with it or have time for it. I even just appreciate you reading this 💕
💞Tags/Warnings💞: fluff, hurt/comfort, Mama!Dana, Protective!Jack Abbot, ( Reader is just their kid, dude.. ), mentions of toxic family, very much giving ‘found family’
💞Plot💞: Jack Abbot thought he’d never get the chance to be a dad. Dana Evans thought her days of being a mom were over. They were both surely mistaken..
💞Characters💞: Dana & Jack x Fem!Reader ( platonic )
💞Title💞: Chin Up
💞A/N💞: this is so cute! I really really hope you like it and it brings you some comfort!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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“Yeah. Yeah, no I get it. Yeah, you’re right, it’s.. Not even that… Big. Yeah…”
The words leave your mouth with no thought in your head. Your mind usually goes blank when you speak with your mom. It makes the conversation go by easier to just be on autopilot. You force a giggle at something, you agree with everything. It saves the fighting that way.
“Okay. Yeah..” You agree once more on the fact that the badge placed in your hand by Robby just 20 minutes ago is no big deal. You stare down at it. ‘Doctor’ stares back at you.
Yeah, no big deal at all…
“Yeah, so… I’ll… See you soon then.” You mutter before hanging up.
“There she is..” You hear from behind you and quickly blink away the disappointment, turning fast to face Dana as she walks into the break room.
“Dr. Y/N. Look at you..” She smiles as she takes in your appearance. You’d tried making yourself look a bit nicer than usual today. Maybe it was in hopes of going out later to celebrate, but you just felt silly now.
“Let me see, let me see..” The older woman fusses playfully as she moves to grab your badge.
“Dana…” You try sheepishly as she playfully hushes you, grabbing the badge to examine it. With her glasses on, she still has to hold the badge a bit close to really look at it, smiling warmly as your picture stares back at her.
“Look at you…” She says quietly, voice warm with pride.
“I look terrible in that photo..” You try gently as you grab the badge back. She waves at your insecurities with a scuff as if ignoring them.
“What are you doing tonight, honey? Hm? Drinks with friends? Date night with a pretty face?” She asks.
“Take out at home.” You say as you feel a slight twist in the pit of your stomach as you remember the phone call with your mom. She couldn’t go out with you. She had a date that she just couldn’t miss. She’s been living her own life since before you understood just how little you meant in it..
“What? No! You gotta do somethin big. This wasn’t easy..” Dana tries as you grab at the badge.
“It’s nothing.” You mutter, tone coming out a bit more sharp than you’d want it to be. You couldn’t stop it though. You needed a minute..
Without looking at Dana, you storm out of the break room..
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“What’s new, Blue?”
You look up from your place by the front entrance of the hospital. It was officially 7pm, and you knew you should call it a night and go home, but you’d gone the whole day unable to look Dana in the eyes and the guilt had officially overwhelmed you. You stare up at Jack as he stands in front of you, hands in his pockets.
Normally, you’d laugh at his cheesy slang. Maybe you’d even call him a dork. But tonight, you felt a mix of regret and something that laid between somberness and frustration. Maybe it was a bitter acceptance at who the hell raised you..
“I.. Am waiting on Dana..” You say gently as he hums softly.
“Small world.” He jokes as he sits next to you on the bench. “Dana’s waiting on you.” He says simply as he rubs his palms on his cargo pants.
You pause at that. “She is? Why?” You ask as you sit up more.
“You know what I remember the day I officially became a doctor here? At the Pitt?” He asks instead of answering your question.
“Uh… The flicker of candlelight?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Funny.” Jack says sarcastically as he playfully glares at you. “Nah.. I remember what I ate for dinner, mostly. Robby was coming off of a 16-hour shift, but he still took me to a bar that was open. Told me it was on him. I remember what I ordered. I remember what we talked about. I remember the songs that played. And that was almost nine years ago..” He says warmly as he looks off to really envision the memory.
“It’s those moments that mean more than what’s been accomplished. That’s what you remember, Blue..” Jack continues softly as he finally looks your way. You sheepishly pout as you let his words sink in just as Dana steps out of the hospital automatic doors.
“Come on.” He says as he stands up.
“I…” You pause and see Dana is smiling softly, the tiredness is clear in her eyes, but she’s still staring at you with a warmth that makes you look down. “W-Where are we going?” You ask as you slowly stand up with Jack.
“Out. To celebrate.” Jack smiles softly before nodding for you to follow them. You open your mouth to protest, to assure them it’s okay. That it’s not that important, but as fast as you try and fight against it, the need to go out makes itself known in your chest.
“Come on, kid. Jack’s payin..” Dana teases as you bashfully give in, walking closer to Dana’s open arm..
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Now enjoy these headcanons:
• Even on days off, you get check ins from both Jack and Dana. Dana will ask if you're doing okay or if you’ve eaten. On the other hand, Jack will send you a funny video or article. You two even have a streak going on TikTok and Snapchat. Dana can’t figure those out for the life of her. Either way, their check ins aren’t intrusive, just a gentle reminder that they're thinking of you. •
• Dana’s hand will constantly find the small of your back in any situation. Walking, standing around charting, talking to each other or someone else. She can’t help it. It’s like a habit. You don’t correct her. •
• Robby has gotten pissed before because Jack insists on teaching you new medical procedures and encouraging you to try them on spur of the moment saves. Luckily, it always works out. After your shift, he always gets you a drink to celebrate. •
• Dana feels better at work knowing you’re safe. She knows it’s dangerous to be a nurse, but it’s also dangerous to just be a woman. If you’re ever dealt a male patient, she’s right there keeping an eye or sending Jack to hover. •
• Speaking of keeping a watchful eye, Jack heard one patient try to flirt with you one time, and he quickly shut that shit down. “This is an ER, not speed dating, man. The doctor is here to fix your boo-boo. Not get your number..” •
• During really bad shifts, Dana will find you in an empty bed in an empty room and just lay in the bed with you, letting you rest against her as she strokes your hair till you tell her what’s got you stressed.. •
• Jack helps you with your bad days in a completely different way though. Gun range. He swears by it. You’ve gone with him a few times, and.. you have to admit, it’s a little fun.. •
• Dana is quick to read you. She’ll pull you aside and you have maybe one, two, chances to tell her what’s going on. If you don’t, she’ll tell Jack. And that man will not leave you alone until you spill your guts. •
• If someone has anything critical to say about you, Dana and Jack would be the first ones to step in and advocate for you. Dana is more direct and aggressive with it while Jack uses his calmer approach to protect your name. Either way, they have your back, no questions asked. •
• You’ll occasionally find little encouraging Post-it notes on your monitor from either Dana or Jack. It’s a way of silently saying you’ve got this.. •
Okay, so.. Here’s the deal: I was innocently scrolling through TikTok this morning and saw a Pope edit that absolutely destroyed me, so…
Now y’all have to pay. 😅 Okay? Okay! 😇
( Set in AU where Reader is Pope’s girlfriend for the events of season 3, episode 12 )
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If you could go back…
You would’ve stayed home.
You would’ve dropped Lena off at school and then gone right back to the house. You would’ve joined Pope in his morning shower, you would’ve held him. Kissed him. You would’ve been there for when Smurf showed up. You would’ve laughed in her face at whatever threat she must’ve told Pope to make him act this way.
But you weren’t home.
You had dropped Lena off at school, and then went in for your shift. You weren’t there to join Pope for his morning shower. You weren’t there to hold him or kiss him. You weren’t there when Smurf showed up..
The minute you entered the home, something felt off. You heard the thuds and rummages of a madman moving upstairs, and it had caused some confusion as you set the groceries down on the coffee table before walking up the stairs and into the bedroom. Clothes, drawers, hangers, and suitcases are all over the place as Pope rushes to pack a bag. There’s another tote on the edge of the bed that’s full to the brim with money. Stacks of it. You can’t even begin to wonder where it came from.
“Baby?” You call to him as he mutters to himself, as if going over a checklist that only makes sense to him. You move closer, hand going to his bare back. His towel is still wrapped around his waist, somehow hanging on even as he forces random clothes into the suitcase sprawled out in front of him.
It’s only your clothes in there…
“Andrew. What are you doing?” You ask as you try to get his attention once more.
“You’re gonna go.” He grunts out, his voice coming out dry and low.
“What?!” You ask after a moment of stunned silence. There’s no way you heard him right.
He barely acknowledges you as he finishes packing the suitcase and then storms into Lena’s room. You can only imagine the mess left in there. He drags her strawberry shortcake suitcase over to pick up and lay on top of your black one before he goes to the tote of money. Only then do you find your voice again.
“I don’t.. I don’t understand. Where.. Where are we going?” You ask, voice coming out shakier than you wanted it to be. You wanted to be more.. Authoritative, but the fear of what this all could mean… It wasn’t sitting right with you.
“Andrew, where are we going?!” You repeat when he doesn’t respond.
“You. You are going. And you’re going today.” He says.
“Wha.. I.. No! I.. I can’t leave! I have work! You have-“ He cuts you off as he zips up the tote, still refusing to look at you.
“We don’t have the time for this. Smurf isn’t fucking around…” He shouts, making you jump.
“What?!” You ask in shock.
“Y/N..” Pope says.
“Smurf?! What about..”
“Y/N.”
“I-I don’t.. What’s going on?! I-“
“Where is your phone?! Give me your phone!” Pope finally orders as your stomach twists. Fuck, you’re gonna be sick.
“Andrew, talk to me..” You try, voice low in a way to calm him down but he shakes his head, already reaching into your back pocket for your phone that he knows is there. You always keep it there. You follow him to the bathroom and stiffen as you watch him throw your phone in the toilet.
“Andrew!” You gasp as he walks past you. You follow him back to the bed as he tugs at the suitcases to stand them up.
“Andrew, will you tell me what’s going on?!” You shout as you tug the suitcase away from him. That breaks him from his avoidance for a moment, dark eyes snapping up to meet your tearful gaze.
“Do you love me?” He asks, voice gruff. You freeze. No. No, you shake your head fast. You couldn’t do this right now.
“Andrew… Don’t do this..” You breathe out, tears slipping down your cheeks without much effort. You knew those four words could only end badly.
“Do you. Love me?” He repeats slower, jaw twinging in stress..
“I’m not gonna answer that!” You fuss with a stomp of your foot.
“Y/N!” Pope shouts, staring at you with a look that is scary to see on a face that you just kissed this morning. His eyes are… Vacant.
“Yes…” You cry quietly after a moment of just watching him. Who was this man in front of you?
“Then you’re gonna take these bags..” He begins quietly as you try shaking your head faster. “You’re gonna pick up Lena,-“
“No!” You try fast, wanting to put your foot down. He’s unfazed by your attempt.
“You’re gonna get on a fucking plane..” He continues.
“Andrew! No!” You try louder only to have him raise his voice over yours.
“And you’re gonna keep your fucking head down.” He recites louder as you try to get him to quiet down. He grabs your face firmly. “Look at me!” He barks as he stare at you. You wince a bit and he ignores it. It’s like it’s for the best that this is the last image of him you’ll get. Maybe it’ll make it easier to run from him..
“You’re gonna pick Lena up from dance class. And you’re gonna go. And I don’t wanna fucking hear from you again..” He grunts out through clenched teeth, like those words are physically gutting him as he says them. The tears in his eyes are only making you cry more. “Do you understand me? Hm?!” He whispers, voice thick with desperation.
You cry quietly, more at the powerlessness that you feel. You can’t talk him out of this. You can’t fix this.
You promised him a normal life almost two years ago, and yet here you are. The reality of his crimes just at the bedroom door, threatening to come in and taint your lovers bed..
You should’ve stayed home…
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“He’s doing great, Y/N. Real good. Eating right, no drinking, staying solid..” Deran says over the phone as Y/N leans against the brick wall of the diner, eyes glued on to Lena as she cuts her pancakes. Every once and awhile, she’ll get distracted with the snow happening outside.
It doesn’t snow over in OceanSide, but it sure as hell snows here in Pittsburgh..
“Okay. That was the lie. What’s the truth?” Y/N mutters gently as she fixes the phone closer to her ear. It was a early Thursday morning, and on Thursday mornings, Y/N would get Lena into the car and drive from their home in upstate New York to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania so she can make a phone call at some random diner that still had payphones up and working. All so she could check in on Pope through her best friend Deran.
It had taken Deran letting her know all about Smurf’s little mind game on Pope to stop her initial anger over this move. Threatening Lena’s adoption application to get what she wants was a whole new low, but it had shown Pope that nothing was off limits. And that if he wanted you both, he’d have to remove himself from the picture.
Deran doesn’t speak for a moment.
How could he?
How could he tell the girl who drives almost seven and a half hours every Thursday just to talk on some pay phone about her ex-fiancé that just yesterday he had been found trying to get back into their old house? He’d cut his hand trying to break back in when Craig finally found him. He was out of it, muttering that he could see Lena through the front window. That he had to get her out of there.
His older brother was seeing ghosts and he couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye anymore..
“He’s doing great, Y/N.” Deran lands on instead, voice softer.
“Deran..” Y/N tries as he just talks over her.
“Real good. Eating right, no drinking, staying solid..” He repeats. Y/N sighs, rubbing her face in with an exhaustion that hasn’t left her bones in months. Not since moving.
“And no one’s asking around still?” She asks to make sure.
“No. No, you and Lena are.. Gone. As far as anyone knows..” Deran assures once more. Y/N didn’t wanna think about how they managed to pull that off..
It was best to not ask certain questions.
Like.. How did Pope get a house set up for them in upstate New York?
Where the hell did all the cash come from?
How was no one looking for them?
“When can I speak to him?”
That question slips her mouth with ease. It does every Thursday. Deran hesitates.
He does that every Thursday..
“Not.. Right now.” He says slowly. Y/N feels her anger grow with every second that passes from his dragged out tone of nervousness.
“Yeah? Well, when?!” Y/N huffs, bringing the phone closer to her lips. “Because he has a niece here who misses him like crazy!” She sneers before hanging up angrily. Angry at a life she’s living with everything she’d at one point been promised.
A ring, Lena, a nice house. But the man who had made it his mission to give that to her was now far beyond her sight. Straightening up, Y/N walks back to the table. She smiles softly at Lena.
“Is Uncle Pope done working?” She asks. Y/N had tried a few lies during their first few months away.
On the ride to the airport, she’d told Lena it was just a spur of the moment vacation. After three weeks, she sat her down and told her Pope had done research and found a school he thought would be way better for her. After five weeks, she told her that Pope would be around soon enough. He just had work to finish over there in OceanSide.
And now… Being four months in, Y/N knew she’d need another lie soon. “Not yet. He just wants to make sure everything is settled..” She assures softly as Lena pouts only a bit, staring down at her plate of pancakes. She pokes them a bit with a fork as Y/N glances back at the line of pay phones along the back wall of the diner.
She’d be back. Next week Thursday. Same time, with the same questions. And she knew she’d come back the Thursday after that, and the Thursday after that.
And she knows one day they’ll be no answer.
And when that happens.. All she’ll be able to do is hang up the phone.. And sit back down in the booth across from Lena. She’ll keep in the painful sob that burns her chest. And She’ll hope.
She’ll hope it’s because he’s finally found some peace..
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💞Tags/Warnings💞: fluff, lots of flirting, SMUT ( brief mentions of intercourse/oral and hand humping ), Insecure!Jack Abbot, SoftGirly!Reader, age gap crush, not just friends/not yet lovers, Widow!Jack Abbot
💞Plot💞: Jack Abbot really likes the confidence boost the new night shift nurse gives him with her playful flirting. But… She’s not playing..
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: STOP!
💞A/N💞: based off of the song “Stop!” by Bella Kay bc I can NOT get that song out of my head and every time I listen to it, I just think about Jack.. 🤭 nobody asked for this, but I hope you like it!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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“ You’re a lot a bit older, I'm a lot more green..
I'm sure you know that, baby, you just got the
thing about ya
Well, I swear that I can really learn my way
around ya
It's not my fault that you, you turn it on and I
Can't turn it off and I don't really want to.. ”
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“What’s this?” Y/N chuckles a bit as she sees a yellow envelope waiting for her at her desk.
It’d been an iffy start to her birthday.. With the rain and chilly wind carrying throughout Pittsburgh and the ‘all hands on deck’ text she’d received from Robby, she thought for sure, this birthday would be a let down.
But!
All the text messages from friends, coworkers, and family alike had brightened her day. And.. The little café breakfast and birthday flowers Uber-ed to her place by Jack had also put a smile on her face..
“Just a lil somethin dropped there by a bird..” Dana teases from her post behind the nurse’s station. Y/N doesn’t even have to see the name on the envelope. She knew only one person in this ED was old enough to find cards more sentimental than a text message.
“So that’s why he didn’t message me..” She smirks as she opens the card and reads the cute little note left inside along with a gift card to Ulta. She didn’t even wanna check the balance on it. She knew she’d freak if she saw.
In the five months of her working here, she’d become a real favorite for Jack Abbot. It was very clear for everyone to see, and Dana and Robby had taken to referring to them as the Bonnie and Clyde of the ED. Just always up to no good while working cases together.
Even if Y/N was ‘just an RN’, Jack entrusted her with things that were way out of her job expectations. This wasn’t a mentor/mentee relationship, though. Don’t get that twisted.
No. Y/N wanted that old man. Badly.
“Got the breakfast, B?” She hears from behind her just as she sets the card down neatly on her desk for a keepsake. Turning to face him, a smirk is already playing on her lips.
“Yes. I did. Would’ve been tastier if you were feeding it to me, though.” She says casually.
This is their norm.
Flirtatious banter here, a wink or two there. Y/N had made it clear from the first day they met, she found Jack extremely attractive. And she didn’t hide it for anyone. Jack enjoyed the attention. As a widower, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman had so openly checked him out.
Sure, he’d have the occasional glances, maybe the common and casual one liner by a woman he’d held the door open for at a local coffee shop, but Y/N looked at him like she wanted to eat him half the time.
And it did something to his ego.
He hadn’t been so openly yearned for in.. So long. It felt nice to have this younger woman humor him. But that’s all it was.
Right?
“I’ll keep a note for next time. But.. Something tells me if I was there, the food wouldn’t have gotten eaten..” Jack jokes back as Y/N takes off her jacket to hang on the back of her chair. She laughs softly and walks to the break room, knowing he’ll follow.
“Yeah, I’m sure you would’ve had a plan for it..” Jack snorts, never missing a beat when it comes to her.
“Oh, Jackie boy..” Y/N shakes her head as she stops at the break room doorway to fully turn and look up at him, both hands on the doorway to lean in a bit more. “If you could just see the things we do in my head..” She shakes her head a bit, making Jack’s ears turn pink.
She takes note..
“That a threat?” Jack raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms, leaning in closer to show he’s not afraid.
Y/N giggles at that, playfully pushing at his chest to back him away. “I have to behave while on the clock. Robby’s warned me too many times already...” She smirks before turning to walk into the break room and set her lunch bag in the fridge.
“What about.. Off the clock?” Jack asks, making her movements slow.
“Excuse me?” She asks with an amused raised eyebrow. Jack walks over, hands slipping into his cargo pants.
“You heard me?” He shrugs. “My apartment. 9pm. I took the night partially off.” He explains as Y/N eyes him closer.
Was this finally happening?!
“I’ll be there. Gives me time to get out of these scrubs..” She says. This storm had dampened any dinner plans with friends, so this was honestly more of a blessing.
Thank you, Mother Nature..
Jack smiles warmly, giving a little nod. “Great..” He says softly, walking out of the break room. Y/N soon follows suite, walking back to the nurse’s station as her head spins.
Five months. Five months of constant flirting and blunt sexual tension, would all be leading to tonight. Y/N figured it would only be a matter of time when she noticed at the same time they began getting referred to as the ‘Bonnie and Clyde of the ED’, Jack began wearing his wedding ring on a chain around his neck instead of on his finger..
“Happy birthday, pretty girl..” She hears beside her and turns to see Emma walking over with a small takeout box from the bakery across the street. She gasps happily.
“Ugh, you shouldn’t have..” She says as the two nurses hug. Given their ages and the fact that they’d started on the same day, the two grew a bond that Y/N had joked came from trauma. But she was a nurse, not a psychologist…
“What do you have planned after shift?” Emma asks curiously as Y/N smiles brightly, remembering.
“Hot date..” She smirks as she nods to Jack who’s now helping staff move the giant bins of medical supplies that would be needed for the definite wave of patients they’d be getting today.
“No… Really?!” Emma asks in shock, making Y/N nod certainly while still checking him out.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” Y/N confirms. “I mean.. Do you see that man? God..” She continues, as if at a loss for words. Emma giggles at her friend’s obvious longing stare.
“Be careful before you drool..” She teases her with a soft nudge.
“Hey.” She begins simply. “All I’m saying is.. I have a dad, so.. I don’t know what the hell my problem is..” She mutters with a shake of her head.
“You’re insane..” Emma states in amusement before straightening up more at the sight behind Y/N.
“It’s not my fault he walks like it’s big!” Y/N shrugs shamelessly.
“Ms. Y/N…” Robby says in false pleasantries to get her attention. Y/N stiffens fast, quieting a groan before glaring at a sheepish looking Emma.
“You couldn’t warn me?” She hisses quietly to her fellow nurse who’s now covering her mouth as to not laugh out right. She shakes her head slightly and straightens up.
“Dr. Robby.” Y/N turns fully to face him, a bright and innocent smile on her face. Robby falsely returns a polite grin.
“I understand it’s your birthday, but Dr. Abbot is not your cake..” He says simply.
“Sadly.” Y/N clarifies, dropping the innocent act for now.
Robby narrows his eyes at that, muttering for her to get back to work before leaving. Emma bursts out laughing and Y/N swats at her while fussing..
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“Thank you! Thank you for coming..” Y/N calls down the hallway of Jack’s apartment building, smiling as she sees a few mutual friends wave goodbye before getting on the elevator.
When Jack had invited her over, he hadn’t told her it’d been for a surprise birthday party that he had organized. Thank god Emma had talked her out of doing the cliché ‘nothing on under the trench coat’ routine..
Instead, she’d shown up in a dress that was fiery red. The material was silky smooth. It had a sweetheart neckline with lace detailing that extended up to a sweetheart-shaped bustier. The sleeves, long and sheer, were made up of lace. The skirt, short and flared out.
Shutting the front door, Y/N glances at the clock on the living room wall. 1am. Jack would be clocking in for his shift in the next hour, and Y/N was already assured she could spend the night here.
Her heels click against the floor as she walks into the kitchen, watching Jack as he cleans up the dishes from the dinner party. “You’re the sweetest man alive.” Y/N notes finally.
“Hey, what kind of person would I be if I let you do dishes on your birthday..?” Jack shrugs it off.
“No. Everything. The breakfast, the flowers, the cheesy card..” She says as she walks closer now.
“Yeah, well.. Birthdays, holidays, special events.. Kind of my time to shine.” He chuckles a bit. Jack loved putting thought into stuff like that. It was the best part about being married. After his wife passed, he kind of lost that whimsy. But.. When Y/N playfully started counting down to her birthday last month, it.. Reminded him how much fun it felt to spoil someone.
From the look she gave him when he surprised her with the party, it was nice to know he hadn’t lost his touch…
“You know. When you first texted me to come over, I thought you were finally gonna give me what I’ve been wanting..” Y/N points out, completely honest as she hops up on to the counter top right next to the sink so she could watch him clean up and appreciate the way his arms flex while he scrubs those dishes..
Jack chuckles at that and shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m sure you were..” He teases back.
This time though, Y/N doesn’t smile or even laugh back.
No. She’s grown tired of the banter. It was getting her nowhere, and she was beginning to feel like some silly school girl that was more of a nuisance than a potential love interest.
So instead, she obviously checks him out before nodding.
“Yeah. I was.” She says simply. Jack stops his chuckling when he hears that. He turn away from the dishes now to look at her. Maybe to check if she was messing with him.
By the look on her face? She clearly wasn’t.
“Oh come on..” Jack finally says, putting the smile back on. But it’s more of a mask now..
“What?” She asks.
“You’re.. Messing around.” He states.
“When have I ever?” She asks now, arms loosely crossing as he shifts a bit on his feet.
“I mean, just like when we’re at work. When you… Make those jokes..” He tries to remind her.
“I’m never joking.” Y/N finally says bluntly, eyeing him closer as if he should know that.
“What?” Jack asks after a moment of silence.
There’s no way he heard that right..
“Is that what you’ve thought this was? Me just messing around?” Y/N asks in amusement as she leans closer, both hands gripping the edge of the counter top on either side of her.
“I…” Jack pauses and blinks as if still trying to get his footing. “Listen.. B..” He finally tries to begin as she only smirks at him.
“You don’t.. You don’t want me..” He continues, sheepishly motioning to himself. Y/N has half a mind to pause this conversation and check around this man’s apartment for mirrors, because he clearly doesn’t have any!
“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “I don’t?” She challenges.
“No.” Jack says quickly before chuckling at how silly this all is. He shakes his head, trying to focus back on the dishes. “No, you.. You don’t..” He mutters.
Y/N hums before gently grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him closer. His breath is caught in his throat the second she puts his hand on her bare thigh. Fuck, her skin is soft. And fuck, it’s been so long since he’s touched a woman like this.
Y/N doesn’t break eye contact as she slowly slides his hand between her legs. She watches the way his eyes darken the minute his fingers are pressed up against lace and silk. Y/N slowly rolls her hips so she’s basically sitting on his hand, his palm pressed against her covered clit. She gasps softly, free arm going around his neck to keep him close.
“You feel that?” She breathes out, thumb pressing against the pulse point on his wrist. It’s racing..
Jack can barely speak. He’s already hard against his pants. “Still think I don’t want you?” She taunts quietly between shallow breaths as she grinds slowly against his hand.
“Fuck…” Jack grunts, voice rough. “B. You can… You can do so much better..” He tries reasoning, but he’s at the end of his rope and Y/N can definitely feel it..
"Better than you? Impossible..” Y/N breathes out. She doesn't stop the slow, torturous roll of her hips, feeling exactly how his control is snapping. She knows he’s trying to be rational, trying to push her away because of that damn insecurity regarding their age difference. But his hand betrays him.. His fingers press deeper against the lace of her underwear, making her moan out.
“God, Jack…” She breathes out as he feels a wet spot beginning to grow on her underwear.
He groans quietly, head rolling back slightly as he feels the warmth seep through her underwear and against his palm. His free hand grips the counter top as he can’t stop himself from looking down at his hand between her legs. It’s been so long since he’s felt a woman’s arousal, and he’s starved for it.
“Lean back..” He growls a bit, making Y/N shudder. He doesn’t need to tell her twice. She’s intently leaning back against his kitchen counter, hands set behind her to prop her up as Jack yanks up her dress.
Fuck being rational right now.
He stares down at her underwear after yanking her legs wide and up. “Look at what you did to yourself..” He whispers. Y/N can feel herself getting wetter at just his eyes being on her.
“Please..” She breathes out.
“You’re lucky it’s your birthday. I would’ve loved to tease you till you cry..” He taunts quietly as he leans down, putting her legs over his shoulders so he can really get his face deep. He pulls her underwear to the side, eyeing her most intimate area like a prize.
“You’ve done five months of teasing..” Y/N whispers in anticipation. No more teasing. No more imagining.
Just finally some relief..
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Neither have moved from the bed.
Jack knows Shen is gonna kill him. It’s almost 4am and he could only manage a quick ‘sorry, can’t make it in’ text about an hour ago while Y/N was… Occupied with his manhood.
Both individuals had lost count of how many times they’d ripped open a new condom, but Jack is sure he’ll find the wrappers later to confirm. Right now, his money is on six. Six rounds, six different positions, six different surfaces..
The bed was their final resting place.
“Are you okay? Your leg?” Y/N finally breaks the peaceful silence. She looks exhausted, hair and makeup a mess, but Jack watches in awe as she makes herself sit up so she can start take off his prosthetic for him.
“I can do it, I..” His voice falls flat as she effortlessly removes the leg, putting it off to the side, no reaction on her tired face.
“Let me be sweet to you..” She teases quietly as she moves over him to lay limp on his chest, practically using his toned body for her bed.
Looking down at her, he watches as she gently plays with his chain the holds his wedding ring on it. “I don’t want you to regret this..” She finally whispers. All joking and teasing is off to the side as he realizes she’s terrified of the morning sun coming out. With it will come the end of this fantastic night.
“I used every candle on my cake for this. And I don’t want… I don’t want it to just be a moment..” Y/N admits, not looking up at him. Instead, her face stays turned to stare at the bedroom wall.
Jack’s room is exactly how she’d imagined it to be. Jack’s body pressed against hers is exactly how she’d imagined it to be. She wanted to bask in this for as long as possible, which meant fighting her sleep.
Jack’s mouth goes dry. “You wasted your candles on a one legged, widowed, veteran with PTSD?” He whispers, using humor as his shield. A swift swat to the chest brings him back to the reality of this situation. He was in bed with a woman for the first time in 12 years. And he felt seen… He felt.. Cared for.
“Not a waste if you agree to breakfast in bed tomorrow morning..” Y/N whispers, stretching a bit to nuzzle into his neck.
He turns his face, getting lost in her hair that always smelled so good from his brief brushes with her in the ED. From this close proximity though, he could now smell it as cinnamon vanilla. Interesting to note..
“If you’re still here when I wake up..” He mumbles, voice light, but his heart is heavy. He sure hopes that she is.
“Mm.. Jackie, Jackie..” Y/N playfully shakes her head before looking up at him. “With the way you were tossing me around? This is my bed now..” She declares quietly before sweetly kissing his blushing form…
“That boldness must come from your age..” He jokes quietly against her lips, making her giggle.
“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, old man..” She taunts back as she playfully covers his eyes.
“Old man? Old man?! Do I have to remind you so soon?” Jack jokingly threatens as he flips them so he’s back on top, making Y/N playfully scream.
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I can’t get this scene out of my head, so here it goes:
“Andrew! You.. I told you he was just a pain!” You fuss. “Oh my god..” You rub your face as you pace your bedroom floor. Your boyfriend watches you from the edge of the bed, posture straight and hands resting on his lap as you now have to rush to get ready for work because your coworker David was a no call/no show.
Your own relief was Pope assuring you he was still breathing!
His expression is a bit soft as he looks up at you. Like a kid being caught. It’s clear though that he doesn’t feel bad for the act, he feels bad that you’re now stressed.
“He’ll still be able to walk..” Pope says gruffly. Like that should help. You stare at him for a moment too long. What the hell do you say to that?!
“He should’ve never been.. You should’ve never.. I..” You pause finally to just breathe. “I can’t.. I have to…” You sigh and move to get dressed in your diner uniform.
You couldn’t handle this all right now.
He watches you get dressed, his face still somber but not ashamed. He doesn't try to stop you or argue further. Instead, he waits for you to be dressed.
When you sit next to him to put your sneakers on, he finally turns to face you, hesitation in his eyes. “Don’t… Don’t be scared of me..” He says gently.
It makes you slow your movements just a bit. You frown at his soft brown eyes. They resemble a puppy. It’s like in his own twisted up way, he thought he was doing something.. Good...
“Andrew, I…” You mumble. When you came home last night complaining about your new asshole coworker, you didn’t think it’d result in this. “I have work…” You whisper finally, landing on that. You needed a minute. But you still place a hand on his to show you’re not scared of him. Just shocked.
"I'll drive you."
He doesn't ask.
He tells.
It’s his way of making things right. An act of service. Pope was real big on that. You shake your head as you stand up from the bed, fixing your skirt.
“I can drive myself..” You try gently, still tired. This was supposed to be your day off.
"I know." He says, voice soft but firm. "But I'm driving you." He says, already moving to grab your jacket and his own. You open your mouth, but he looks at you.
“You're upset. You shouldn't drive upset." He says. Your shoulders slump a bit as you eye your boyfriend before giving in..
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If Pope had things his way, he’d fully be taking care of you.
But you didn’t mind working at Sal’s diner. He was a fair boss. A sweet old man who looked out for you. He’d recently hired on David to work as an onsite manager and extra hand for you and a few of the other girls.
But yesterday, he’d made a few snide remarks about you moving at a snails pace, and it had irked you bad. You complained from across the kitchen counter to Pope last night. You didn’t think it’d result in this.
But.. Now you know.
The drive to the diner is quiet. You’re a bit deep in thought and Pope drives, but you can see him looking at you every once and awhile from the corner of your eye. It’s like he’s trying to read your thoughts.
He pulls up to the diner soon enough though, and puts the car in park. Before you can get out of the car, you feel his hand gently touch yours, silently stopping you. You look back at him and watch as he leans a bit closer, obviously wanting a goodbye kiss. You gently turn your head at the last moment..
He grumbles quietly at that, head resting against your temple. He pulls back only slightly to grab your chin with his thumb and index finger, turning your head back towards him so you have no choice but to look him in the eye. His expression is soft now. A softness that only you can see. "Don't be mad at me..” He whispers. “I did it for you.” He tries gently. You hum.
“I wanted to complain to my boyfriend. You listening would’ve been enough.” You say. You and Pope are only a month in. You’re still trying to teach him that you don’t expect much from this relationship.
Just him.
He sighs at that but nods, as if understanding. Deep down, you know this won’t be the last time you two have this conversation. “Good.” You mumble anyways.
He tries leaning in again, and you again turn your face a bit. “You did something bad. You don’t get a kiss today…” You whisper. You had to do something to get it through to him.
He freezes at that, his fingers press a bit against your jaw. Never enough to hurt you though. He stares at you. Your refusal obviously not sitting right with him.
He gets a stone look on his face when he sees you’re serious. He pulls back completely, releasing your chin. “Fine. I'll see you after your shift." His tone is clipped, business-like. His arms cross a bit as he stares straight forward. It makes you smirk without meaning to.
You know what this is.
“Don’t throw a tantrum…” You say softly with an amused shake of your head as you watch him.
His jaw twinges slightly. He looks anywhere but you. "I'm not throwing a tantrum." He mutters defensively.
“Make better choices and you get kisses.” You state simply, like the rule is only fair.
He finally looks back at you, the words sinking in. He hates being denied your affection. He craves more than anything. “Make better choices." He mutters like that’s ridiculous.
“Yes. Make better choices.” You state, showing you’re gonna stand beside this.
"I did..” He defends.
“How?!” You ask in actual astonishment. There’s a brief pause as Pope thinks. “I didn't hurt him permanently." He points out finally. It's a fair point that’s bordering on a pout..
“You hurt him..” You begin slowly. “For no reason!” You say as if you’re trying to get it to click. “He wasn’t trying to hurt or threaten me, Andrew. So hurting him was a bad choice..” You say certainly.
He stays silent, his eyes narrow as he processes your logic. You know it challenges his entire worldview.
Preemptive violence is protection to a man like Pope.
He finally looks back at you, a soft hand going to your knee as he watches you. "He made you upset.." He finally says, voice low and slightly gruff. “That's a threat. To me." He points out gently. It’s a simple line of thinking to him. One that makes you soften as you watch him from the passenger seat, arms crossed and knee resting easy against his palm.
“He did..” You agree finally. “But!” You add. “I would’ve been fine because I was going home to rant about it with the man that I love..” You continue softly.
Something flickers in his eyes at that. They brighten. As if he’s received a reward. The look makes you blush as you try shaking your head at him, realizing you just said that for the first time…
"Say it again…” He murmurs, his voice suddenly quiet, lips twitching in an almost smile. His hand reaches for yours.
You playfully and bashfully roll your eyes. “No. I shouldn’t.” You state, trying to stay strong and ignore those amazing eyes..
“Being denied kisses is one thing, Y/N. But this?“ He mutters as he shakes his head as if he’s in disbelief at your cruelty. You try and bite back a laugh.
“Come on. One more time." He whispers. His thumb strokes your hand, his eyes fixed on you with hope. "I'll make better choices..” He tries quietly, hoping that’ll sweeten you up.
You playfully roll your eyes at that. You hide your sheepish smile from him before turning to fully face him.
“Fine…” You mutter in a playful begrudging tone, before gently grabbing his face with both hands. “I love you, Andrew…” You whisper sweetly. He smiles at that.
“Now, kiss..” He says quietly, making you laugh.
“No! No, pushing your luck!” You playfully fuss with him as he starts to tug you closer to him, playfully bickering with you for one kiss..
Can you write about Jack with an Autistic/ADHD girly thank uuuuu
💞Tags/Warnings💞: talks of ADHD/Autism ( based only on online research ), fluff, Attentive!Jack Abbot, Neurodivergent!Reader, Protective!Jack Abbot
💞Plot💞: Jack Abbot just loves his girl..
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: Butterfly
💞A/N💞: I really really hope I did this some justice and represented this in a realistic and respectable light. And! I really hope you like it..☺️
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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It’s with a heavy sigh that Jack Abbot walks into an empty hospital room for a little down time. Showing up to work at 3pm meant helping already with four different procedures and only now could he sneak away for a little nap.
Pulling back the curtain, he’s stunned to find a fresh face in the hospital bed already. Her knees are to her chest as she holds herself a bit, pausing when she sees him. She stares wide eyed and opens her mouth but nothing seems to come out.
“I… Occupied?” She finally tries sheepishly. Jack can’t help the breathy chuckle he lets out.
“You’re.. The new transfer, right? Y/N?” He asks, too tired to truly question why a day shift is hiding away in a private room on the fourth floor. Who was he to judge anyone?
“Right. Hi.” Y/N says bashfully as she loosens one arm from around her knees to hold out for a handshake. Jack softly shakes her hand and she eyes it a bit.
“Nice grip.” She compliments gently, making him raise an eyebrow.
“Appreciate it..” He says politely, smirking a bit at her coy smile. “What are you… Doing in here?” He finally asks after another moment or so of them just watching each other.
“Oh!” Y/N says fast, as if just realizing. “Right. I uh… I’m hiding.” She admits sheepishly.
“Hiding?” Jack asks in amusement. “From… The doctors?” He jokes.
“What? No, I’m a doctor.” Y/N chuckles a bit as she shakes her head at his statement. Jack wants to open his mouth and explain his joke, but decides to just let it go.
“I’m hiding because.. I.. I lied.” She sighs softly.
“Lied?” Jack asks to see if he heard right. “About being a doctor?” He questions. “We’ve all been there.” He jokes. She eyes him closely, as if silently questioning if he might be.. She lets it go though and moves to sit on the edge of the bed.
“I-It’s my first day, and I.. I wanted to impress Dana, so when she talked about stepping outside for a smoke, I.. I may have.. Said I do that too..” Y/N admits as Jack slowly sits next to her, stiffening a chuckle. “And now I’m hiding because she invited me to join her outside on my next five minute break, so if I’m just in here for those five minutes, I can get out of going outside.” She says simply like it makes so much sense.
“Or you can… Just tell her you don’t want to smoke..” Jack jokes.
“That’s.. Terrible advice..” Y/N shakes her head fast.
“Well then go out and smoke..” Jack says sarcastically. Y/N’s eyes slightly widen.
“But the butterflies!” She says fast.
“What?” Jack chuckles.
“There’s Eastern Tiger Swallowtail butterflies at the ambulance bay. That smoke? It can harm them. The smoke particles cling to their bodies, it can completely mess with their flight speed, cause.. Fatigue!” Y/N fusses as Jack gently motions with his hand for her to slow down.
“Breathe, breathe. I.. I’m sure they’ll be okay.” Jack assures gently as Y/N frowns a bit. He knows he should rest up for his night shift. But.. Those eyes have so much worry in them that he just can’t help but give in a bit.
“Okay. What about those butterflies?” He asks gently to assure he’s all ears..
It’s a five minute break, but it turns into a solid 35 minute conversation that keeps Jack’s attention all throughout. With his mind made up, he finds Dana later that evening while she’s packing up to go home.
“Hey, Momma D..” He says gently as he steps over. She gives him an exhausted smirk right back.
“What’s going on, Jackie Boy?” She asks back.
“You’re back to smoking?” He said. She shrugs.
“Only when it’s daylight..” She jokes before sighing softly. “I’m quitting. Just not cold turkey..” She finally informs as she slips the bag strap on her shoulder.
“Got it. I uh.. I just don’t think you should be.. Smoking in the ambulance bay..” Jack says softly. Dana pauses her movements, eyeing him closely up and down with a silent yet playful ‘and who are you to tell me that?!’ expression clearly on her face.
“And why the hell not..?” She asks in amusement as she crosses her arms. Jack catches sight of Y/N as she joyously laughs with Whitaker and Santos about something. Her smile makes his own expression soften.
“Because. We’ve got butterflies flyin around here..” He says softly as Dana eyes him in confusion..
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Now enjoy these headcanons
• He always helps her navigate sensory challenges. When they first started dating, he even told her all the quietest spots in the hospital because he knows them for his PTSD triggers. And when planning dates, he always makes sure they go somewhere completely fresh and new that isn’t too overwhelming.. •
• She tries not to stim at work when she’s overwhelmed because she doesn’t want to come off as unprofessional, but it always results in her becoming an anxious and jittery mess. Jack had done some research on it, and one day she comes into work to find a colorful flower pinwheel at her desk for her to spin and stare at when she starts to get overcome. •
• When they move in together, Jack makes sure their apartment is always organized in a way that works for her. Living alone, he’d never care so much about where things went, but for her peace of mind, he knows now that everything has its own spot. Plus! He builds her shelves whenever she gets a new interest. •
• Speaking of new interests! If she ever starts a new show or other form of media, and becomes fixated on it, Jack will do some research into it as well just so he can better have conversations with her about it. Even if it’s not personally something he’d be into. •
• They have a very specific routine for their mornings before work, and even small changes can throw things off, so Jack makes sure to stick to it. •
• He's come to understand and recognize her non-verbal cues really well, like when she needs space or when she's getting overwhelmed, even if she doesn't say it directly. There’s certain twitches her face will do or quiet hums she’ll let out that lets him know he should take charge. •
• She tends to struggle slightly with certain social norms, so Jack is always there to subtly help her navigate those situations, acting as a social translator when needed. Robby will say something sarcastic and she’ll slowly move her eyes to Jack to silently ask if he’s serious or not before she responds back.. •
• He's her biggest advocate. Y’all gonna recognize her contributions to the Pitt 😤. And! No one is allowed to talk down to her in anyway. This one time while working on a patient, Dr. Walsh made a snide comment about Y/N’s pacing while trying to take over and Jack stepped in her way and wouldn’t let her near the patient because he knew his girl could do this. Afterwards, he pulled Walsh to the side and told her to never speak to Y/N like that again. •
• Y/N has a strong preference for certain textures of clothing, so Jack keeps that in mind when he’s shopping around for any new clothing that’s needed, or even if he’s just buying something for her. •
• Jack has gotten used to finding cups left out because Y/N forgot she wanted something to drink, or her starting and then jumping from new hobbies. A half-knitted scarf, a partially built Lego set, a stack of books she still intends to read. He loves it though. As a man who’s been told his entire life that he can’t ever sit still, he feels like life with Y/N is exciting. However, he does still gently get her back into reality when the time calls for it. Little notes on the calendar for appointments or meetings, getting her back on track mid conversation, performing a quick “pattern interrupt” and getting her out of the house and walking around Pittsburgh for an environment change. •
Pope losing steam mid conversation because he thinks you’ve stopped listening/don’t care..
Like, you two would be at the pool or beach and he’s absentmindedly digging around and finds a cool black rock with white lines. You look over and see him examining it as you’re reapplying your sunscreen.
“Whatcha got there, honey?” You ask curiously.
“It’s a quartz-veined shale..” He answers softly, moving it in his hands as if wanting to really take in its beauty. “You know, they only form because silica-rich fluids flow through fractures in sedimentary shale, and…”
His voice trails to a halt as he sees you rummaging through your bag. He quietly looks elsewhere, setting the rock down quietly as if telling himself that it was stupid..
You look over. “Keep going. I’m listening.” You nod certainly as his shoulders slump a bit. He looks at you for a moment before he softly goes back to talking while you rub sunscreen on him..
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Hellooo, I was wondering if you could do a Jack Abbot x fem reader (maybe she’s a nurse) where they both obviously like each other a lot and are super close so they spend a lot of time together in and outside of the Pitt. It’s a miscommunication in that reader thinks they’re dating but Jack doesn’t and he’s all pining after her (maybe insecure cause he’s so much older than her). It kinda goes on for a bit before Jack overhears her one day talking to someone about a boyfriend and he’s so brokenhearted that he starts avoiding reader. Obviously she freaks out and asks what happened, thinking he might break up with her only for both of them to be confused when they realize how stupid they’ve been.
I’m sorry if that was really long/too descriptive. I’ve seen this trope maybe once or twice and I just thought I’d love to see your take on it since you write Jack sooo well💞
💞Tags/Warnings💞: age gap relationship/crush, fluff, talks of age insecurity ( so hurt/comfort ), miscommunication leads to confessions
💞Plot💞: Jack Abbot is the perfect boyfriend! He just doesn’t know it yet..
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: So, what are we?!
💞A/N💞: this is so funny! I love a good miscommunication trope. And thank you sm! Hope you like it!!
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“God, I love this man..”
Those words leave Y/N’s mouth effortlessly as she grabs the candy bar that was left on her desk. She already knew who it was from. She didn’t have to read the dorky post it note that was attached to it. The confession stuns even her for a split second.
This was her first time saying it out loud.
It’s followed by a giddy giggle as Mel gets bashful for her. She couldn’t help it though. She was falling for the Jack Abbot. The man who’s been a constant by her side since she started working at the Pitt almost a year or so ago. He’s been her number one supporter on good days and her rock on bad ones.
“You’re so happy.” Mel notes with a big smile as if Y/N’s good mood was contagious. It makes her laugh a bit more.
“My boyfriend is literally perfect, Mel. Of course I’m happy…” Y/N smiles wide, holding the candy bar closer to her chest. Both women fail to notice the older attending hovering around the corner, though.
Jack had been waiting as patiently as he could for Mel to walk away so he could check in on Y/N. She’d had a terrible morning. Hence the candy he’d set for her on her desk. But hearing the word ‘boyfriend’ had done something to his chest. Maybe it had broken his rose colored glasses.
Maybe it had woken him up.
He slowly backs away as it sinks in. Of course. Of course a beautiful girl like Y/N would be taken. He rubs his hands along his cargo pants as he instantly tries to busy himself. He should’ve known that this long game he was playing would only end badly.
He didn’t know when it started. He likes to believe the moment he met Y/N, he started to woo her. But, honestly, he had seen Y/N as a mentee. Someone with a passion for saving people that he respected.
Jack loved a capable woman.
And the day he watched her practically get on top of a plus sized patient so she could have the leverage to give CPR as paramedics rushed the gurney down the hallway? He knew he had to buy her dinner.
Maybe that’s when the view changed? He couldn’t pinpoint it. One day, though, he just looked at her and thought to himself.. ‘huh. Have her eyes always been that deep?’
And he’d been falling in them ever since..
But here he is now. Embarrassed and fidgeting with his stethoscope out of an overwhelming gut feeling of aimlessness. He felt dumb to say the least.
But why feel anything else? What should he feel instead?
Surprised? He’s 50! Obviously getting the girl wasn’t for someone of his age.
What about anger? For all the late night breaks spent on the roof or at the park across the way? For all the deep conversations that an attending and nurse could not platonically have because they’re so intimate in nature, especially if the nurse has a boyfriend! But maybe Y/N was just a naturally open person. Maybe those details he had learned about her weren’t special in nature because everyone knew them. Maybe he imagined the comfortable silence and hand brushing. The resting her head on his shoulder were just habits of hers that she’d do with anyone.
Should he feel concerned? Confused? A boyfriend and yet she’d grab breakfast with him after almost every shift? A boyfriend, but she’d hold his hand as they walk through the farmer’s market on Sunday because she wanted him to explore new aspects of Pittsburgh. There’s a boyfriend in her life, and just earlier this afternoon they’d shared a hospital bed to nap in together for their night shift!
Jack wants to laugh in disbelief. Some girlfriend Y/N was! If he was said boyfriend, he would’ve been down here the first time he heard his girlfriend had gone out to grab a slice at 1am with her attending. Just to make sure the guy knows she’s taken. Maybe they weren’t that kind of couple though. Hell, maybe it was that old school mindset that Jack had that solidified him just not being Y/N’s type.
Jack busies himself by checking the supplies in empty hospital rooms. Refilling what’s needed. It’s tedious, sure, but also just enough to keep his mind on something else and stop his racing thoughts from suffocating his heart..
“Hey..” He hears from behind him, and slows his movements only a bit but stays with his back turned. Looking at her would only make him break.. And he was way too old to be this heartbroken..
Y/N pauses at the tension she clearly sees on Jack’s shoulders. She frowns slightly. “You okay? Is it the supplies?” She tries to joke as she moves closer. “Do you need a stocking buddy?” She teases as she moves to stand next to him. Usually, her teasing would be met with a joke of his own. A sly comment with a soft smirk.
But the minute Y/N’s hand brushed against Jack’s, he drops the glove box he’d been wrestling with and just walks out of the room. Leaving Y/N stunned…
What the hell was that?!
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That wasn’t Jack. This wasn’t Jack.
And Y/N was beginning to worry.
For a man who had once told her, ‘you’re the Pitt nurse, sure, but you’re my nurse first’, he was surely enjoying calling for Mateo to follow him on cases tonight..
Y/N stands at the nurse’s station, racking through her brain to think about this. What the hell had she done? What had she said? Why couldn’t he look her in the eyes tonight? Why would he vacate any room she walked into like she’s the plague?
“I’m off..” She hears from behind her and turns to wave bye to Mel who’d been pulling extra hours now that she had no responsibilities towards her sister. That’s when it hit her.
Oh god.
Maybe she had messed up!
Telling Mel! She’d told Mel! She hadn’t used any names, sure, but maybe it was obvious. Maybe Jack wanted to keep this private. He was a very open book at work, though. Hell, Y/N found out the majority of her facts on Jack because of Robby!
That was his work husband through and through..
But maybe this, maybe they, were supposed to stay a secret. Something just for them. And telling Mel had upset Jack. She gets a thought that makes her heart drop..
Maybe it had showed him her immaturity.
She needed to find him…
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The sun was just starting to peek up from the city line as Jack leaned against the railing. He needed the fresh air to clear his mind. The night had dragged on and today was a new day. A day to fully sit with this somber acceptance. Y/N wasn’t his. And she never would be..
The roof top door squeaks open and Jack doesn’t turn to see who has entered, assuming it to be Robby. If it was, he’d try and convince the older man to just sit here with him for a moment or so. He could use the silent company. But a voice breaks out of the silence.
“I knew I’d find you here..”
Jack cringes slightly. He sighs at the flutter in his heart. Her voice does that to him. Even now, knowing everything. He hates it.
“Just about to leave.” He says, voice gruff as he goes to grab his bookbag that’s on the gravel ground by his feet. He picks it up and swiftly moves over the railing. Y/N is quick to get in his way.
“Jack. Please. I can explain..” She whispers, finally dropping any casual front. She knew they had something to discuss..
“There’s nothing to explain, Y/N. I’m just your attending..” Jack says shortly, averting his eyes so he doesn’t have to see her heart break from his words.
“Jack..” She whispers, as if in shock that he’d even say that. He moves to walk past her, but he can’t stop himself anymore. They did have something to discuss…
“No.” He says, turning back around to face her. “You know what really sucks? Is the fact that you couldn’t just tell me.” He states.
“I didn’t think it was important!” Y/N quickly says back, shaking her head as if beside herself in this moment.
“You didn’t think…” Jack laughs humorlessly. A short sound that’s cut off by his hand coming up to rub his mouth in disbelief.
“We spend every night, every morning, every day off together, and you didn’t think it was important?” He continues with a heavy sigh of disbelief and anger.
Y/N shakes her head, arms coming up to hold herself. It’s her turn to breathe shakily in frustration. “I’m sorry that you wanted me kept a secret! I didn’t know you were so ashamed of being with me!”
Jack pauses. “What?” He whispers in disbelief. “What?!” He repeats as if at a loss. “I.. You know what I’m ashamed of, Y/N? Being the other man!”
“What?!” Y/N practically shrieks in shock. That sound stuns the older man for a brief moment. Long enough for her to continue.
“Jack. There is no other man. It’s just you!” She says fast.
“I…” He blinks a bit before shaking his head. No. No, he’d heard her clear as day. “You’re gonna lie? I heard you. Talking about your boyfriend..”
“Are you… Is this a senior moment?!” Y/N loudly proclaims in actual astonishment.
“Hey..” Jack warns.
“You’re my boyfriend, you big dummy! I was talking about you!” She shouts. What the hell wasn’t he getting right now?!
There’s a beat of silence the falls between the two. As if they’ve just now realized how different their viewpoints had been.
“I… I am?” Jack asks slowly now, turning pale with shock. Only then does the anger in Y/N’s body melt away, replaced with surprise. But it’s mixed with something else. Something bitter.
Mortified humiliation.
“A-Are you..?” She asks back before covering her mouth. Had she just assumed all those outings were dates? All those moments alone, all those afternoon naps at work? It was all just friendly?!
“Oh my god, you must think I’m a kid..” She whispers, horrified as Jack lets it all fully sink in. Y/N turns away, hand on her forehead as she wishes for the ground to just swallow her whole. Jack looks at her. Really looks at her, and he can’t help but start to chuckle.
“It’s not funny!” Y/N whines, tears in her eyes as Jack walks over.
“I’m not laughing at you. I.. Come here..” He whispers as he pulls her in. As much as she wants to run, she knows his arms around her will feel so much better…
He holds her close as he rests his chin on the top of her head, arms on her shoulders while she grips his waist. “I… I’m so so sorry..” He says finally before pulling back to look at her.
They both take a moment to actually look at each other and softly begin to laugh. What the hell was this?!
“You must think I’m some dumb school girl.” Y/N groans as Jack smiles softly, muttering assurances that he doesn’t, but she keeps talking. “I.. I thought we.. We’d go out, you’d buy me flowers..” She tries to defend her thought process, but her voice comes out sheepish.
“I was… I was playing the long game..” Jack admits bashfully.
“Long game?!” Y/N asks in a flabbergasted tone.
“Yeah! You know… When a guy likes a girl, so he.. He woos her! To show he’s a good candidate!” Jack defends. Y/N actually eyes him as it clicks.
“Oh my god..” She mumbles as she remembers. Right! He’s 50! Of course he’d think dating is still some big show and dance where the guy has to pull out all the stops before he can even get the girl to be his girlfriend.
“That was all just you being chivalrous?!” Y/N stomps a foot.
“I thought it’d work!” Jack says right back. In his defense, he hasn’t been in the dating game in almost ten or so years..
“Well it did! I thought we were dating already!” Y/N groans as she face palms. Jack chuckles quietly.
“We never kissed..” He points out after a moment. Y/N sheepishly shrugs.
“I thought you were just building up to it..” She defends quietly as he softly laughs and shakes his head.
The two stand on the roof, the early morning sun shining on them as they find comfort in each other’s arms. Slowly, Y/N looks up from her playful tugging at the hem of his scrubs.
“So..” She mumbles. “What are we now?” She asks finally, voice soft and slightly lighthearted. Jack looks at her before leaning in, catching her lips in a tender kiss with his hands cradling her chin and jaw. The kiss makes Y/N’s head spin. It’s exactly how she’d imagined it. The coffee taste and all..
When they finally pull away, Y/N smiles wide against his lips. “Okay..” She mumbles, nodding only slightly as if agreeing to his silent proposal. The two slowly head for the roof door now, with all that settled. But Jack can’t stop himself as they get into the stairwell.
“So. How long have we been dating?” Jack asks curiously.
“Shut up…” Y/N laughs, still embarrassed as she lightly swats at his shoulder.
“What? I need to know if I gotta plan for an anniversary!” Jack teases further as she playfully shoves him before squealing when he goes to grab her waist, playfully running from him and down the stairs as he chases her..
I love that you give Andrew the softness he deserves. ESPECIALLY because you do it without infantilizing him or the medic. SO GOOD ❤️
Awe! Thank you sm. I really try to keep the balance bc the last thing I want is for it to come off like I’m writing a completely different character lol. I’m really glad you all like it bc I love this AU!🤭🥹
