southerngothchic

Vamoose

definition: slang term meaning to depart or leave a place quickly, often suddenly or in a hurry

Jack Abbot x fem!reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, sad fic, crying, jack abbots dead wife haunting the narrative.

summary: jack only sleeps well with you in his arms. but what happens when his dreams haunt his reality?

word count: 1.2k

hi lovelies!! here’s another blurb/one-shot apart of my music series. I’ll be starting a masterlist soon!

please listen to Vamoose by Hana Stretton before/during/after reading :)) (if you feel like it <3)

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it was jacks night off, the one night every two weeks where jack could curl around you in bed and feel totally at peace. jack never slept well, one of the reasons he took over the night shift. but you were his saving grace, and jack couldn’t get enough of the feel of you in his arms. you can feel the weight of him at your back, his heat seeping into your skin. his soft breathes rustled through your hair, whispering along your ear. you were still awake, your body and mind just soaking up the feeling of the man you loved. there were fewer of these moments now that he’d been busy with swat, so when they did happen you had to make the most of it.

but, something changed. jack seemed to tense at your back, arm going rigid around your waste as his breathes grew shallow. he started fidgeting, squirming with discomfort. you were no stranger to jacks nightmares, but this seemed to come on fast. and then he started mumbling words, incoherent whispers in the dark of your shared bedroom. you couldn’t make anything specific out……..not until he uttered a name. her name.

“hannah….” jack whispered, eyes still shut tight in fitful sleep. his dead wife. a mixture of grief and dread swept through you. jack missed her. of course he did. anyone would. you knew how deeply jack loved hannah, his wife who died too young. you could still since his guilt sometimes when he would tell you how much he loved you. you knew you could never replace her, and that wasn’t what you were trying to do. but…it still hurt. knowing that a piece of jack would always belong to her. the perfect woman he loved first. the woman he loved enough to marry.

he loved you too. you knew that. but you wondered…could he ever hold that same amount of love for you? could jack ever fully move on? be happy with you? these thoughts spiraled through your mind and soon, tears welled in your eyes. this was stupid. you were being that young, naive girl again.

you knew jack loved you…but a part of you still broke hearing her name on his lips, even if it was just in his dreams. it was unfair–to hannah, to you, and to jack. these stupid childish thoughts would only make you seem desperate to him. like a little girl, not the confident younger woman he loved.

composing yourself, you took a deep breath and removed jacks arm from your waste. you got up and lazily made your way to the kitchen, mind still racing with insecurities as you made a sleepy time tea and took two melatonin to hopefully knock you out. you heard jacks uneven footsteps down the short hallway before the came into view, the yellow lamplight making his tired eyes look soft around the edges.

“sweetheart? what are you doing up?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. his sleepy voice made your heart clench with affection. you loved this man, despite any doubts. “

couldn’t sleep.” you say in your own tired voice. jack comes behind you, arms circling you from behind as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder,

“i’m sorry angel. was i keeping you up? i think i was dreaming…”

“yea….you were. but i should knock right out after this.” you say as you lift the tea to your lips. jack hums along your shoulder,

“hmmmm good. you know i can’t sleep without you in my arms.”

that clenching sensation seized your heart again, “yeah jack……i know.” you swallowed down your two pills with a gulp of tea and jack could sense the tension in your body.

“just curious…….what was i dreaming about? was i saying army medic stuff again? or just hospital talk?” you gave a half hearted smirk, at least jack knew his issues with sleep talking and was willing to talk about them. it couldn’t be easy….dealing with all that trauma. “no…..neither, i mean.”

“oh….was it….dirty?”

you blushed fiercely, swatting him in the peck,

“no! i think you would’ve known if it was dirty.” you shot a look down to his pants, and he just chuckled leaving a stupidly handsome smirk on his rugged face. but then he got serious again. he knew something had bothered you.

“seriously….what was it baby? i’m not gonna be able to sleep until i know.”

you swallowed down a final gulp of tea, the herbal peppermint leaving a bitter tang on your tongue as you struggled to find the right words to tell jack. he let you take your time, head resting in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. you turned in his arms, finally coming face to face with him. he looked devastatingly handsome…..even with the bags under his eyes and obvious exhaustion.

“you…said her name. hannah.”

Jack froze, looking like some sort of wounded animal, “i…didn’t expect that.”

“yea…me either.” you couldn’t stop your eyes from filling with tears once again. you cast your head down in shame, but jack immediately caught it, bringing your eyes right back to his. “hey…..hey angel. you know you’re my girl right? i love you.”

a broken sound left your chest, “i know jack, i know. but you still love her too. and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry you lost her. and i’m sorry i’ll never be her.” your shoulders shook with a pent up sob. jack pulled you into a tight embrace, his head resting on top of yours.

“sweetheart, i don’t need you to be her. i need you to be you. i fell in love with you. sure, a part of me will always love her, and i won’t apologize for that. but, you have to know you aren’t her replacement.”

you breathed deep at his words; you already knew it all, but it sounded so much better coming from his lips.

“yea jack, i know. it just surprised me. you were all tensed up, you sounded so sad when you said it. i just want you to be happy, jack.”

“i am sweetheart. i am, you make me happy every day.” he pulled your face up, wiping away the tear tracks from your pretty eyes. “listen…..i have my past. i carry it with me every day. it seeps through the cracks sometimes. but i never want my past to come between you and me, you hear me? i lost hannah so quickly……i thought i’d never be the same again. i was living a half life before i met you. but you taught me how to be alive again. how to breath again. how to love again. and i’m never letting that go, baby. you’re my reason.”

do i clench my fists?

Andrew “Pope” Cody x fem!reader

content warnings: MDNI 18+, angst, dark themes, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, allusions to sex, pope being rough with you, crying, whiney pope

summary: pope has been getting….violent again. here’s what happens when it slips through the cracks

word count: 595 (a little short blurb/one-shot thing)

hi lovelies, i’ve decided to go ahead and start posting some of my shorter blurbs/one shots while i continue to develop both of my bigger fics :))

This is the beginning of my series of blurbs/one-shots that are music based, so please go listen to do i clench my fists? by ridgeclub while reading!! <3

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andrew was regressing lately. his mind has been reverting back to his baser instincts that he learned in early childhood. how to fight. how to be ruthless. how to be angry. smurf was the one who trained him to be violent. he’d been her fighter, her baby boy, her executioner. all that energy and all those memories had nowhere to go…….so he’d been snapping at you recently. just here and there when he’d get overwhelmed. or he’d just go a day fully in his own mind, ignoring you completely while sitting and staring at nothing for hours on end. his brothers assured you this was normal for pope, that he just ‘does that sometimes’ but you could sense the anguish there that lingered beneath the surface.

it all came to a head that one night when pope came home so angry after a job gone wrong. always something to do with his idiot brothers. but he just seemed so angry. he slammed the door when he walked in which startled you as you watered your plants. when he spotted you the dark expression that clouded his face remained there, his eyes cold and distant. you knew it wasn’t him, your sweet andrew, but that lost little boy. like a kitten with his hackles raised. he closed the distance between you with a few strides and shoved you forcefully against the wall, gripping your hips so hard you were sure you’d bruise. andrew could get rough in bed, but this was something different. he was using all those emotions, all his pent up anger, and taking it out on you. he took and took and took from your mouth, your neck, your shoulders, leaving hickeys and teeth marks all over. he grabbed both your wrists and shoved them over your head, his grip remaining tight. too tight. his fingers dug into your wrists so hard, you were sure they’d leave angry red marks all over. it was all so fast, so rough, you couldn’t hide your wince at his grip. and that’s what snapped him out of it. he let go immediately, wrenching himself from your body with a shocked inhale. “andy?” your voice was small and wavered a bit which only sent him down a further spiral. he was so distraught and disgusted with himself as tears welled in his eyes, fists clenching and unclenching, sounding almost whiney “i-i’m so sorry baby. i didn’t mean to, i love you so much. baby…please..please….i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his last words nearly held back a sob. he looked so scared and pathetic.

i have some Jack Abbot and Pope Cody fics brewing, but I’ve always been more of a blurb writer, so this is new for me…..I’m just maybe a bit too attached to a certain silver fox 😛