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You may have all noticed that I have not been doing requests or writing anything else. 

I have lost the drive to write for now. I tried when I was on holidays, but I would look at the screen and just sit there, my hands placed atop of my keyboard, and I was not typing. 

I seem to have writers block. Even with the requests that literally give the story ideas, nothing seems to flowing for me. 

I am sorry to everyone who has requested, but they will not be completed until further notice. 

They are still in my ASKs, and will remain there until I feel like this writers block has passed.

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I need a story where someone finds Tim's model photos during a call at like a hoarder's place or something. They bring the photos back to their Sargent and for once, Tim is actually speechless.

Photos examples: found on Google

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I will be thinking about this for awhile

Existential: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @akotafi @yousigned-upforthis @fadeinsol @cowardlycandy

Summary: You and Pope have another first in the aftermath of Smurf's death.

Companion piece to:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.

The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.

Night Thoughts - You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.

Being with you again is existential.

It’s passion, it’s fervour and it’s love in its purest form.

That’s what Pope thinks as his fingers thread through the silky strands of your hair, his thumb ghosting over your cheek. You’re lying together on the bed where you made a baby, the dying light of the sunset filtering through the open window. The breeze caresses his bare skin as he eases inside you, your name rolling off his lips like a prayer.

His hands chase all over your naked form, caressing the space where his child resides before he grips your ass and thrusts deeper, connecting with you in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. You gasp into his mouth and he knows he’s found that sweet spot, the one that has you coming undone around him in just a couple of thrusts.

He tries to ride it out, to hold back but the ecstasy it hits him like a wave, crashing through his body as you tighten around his dick. Your hands tangle in his hair, gripping his curls as you kiss him like your drowning, like he’s the only person on this earth who can haul you out of the water, who can breathe the life right back into you.

You climax together, his hips flush against yours as he paints your insides with hot, white spurts that have him moaning his pleasure into your mouth. He stays buried deep in the aftermath, his palms smoothing over your curves as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you.” He whispers for the very first time in his life. “I love you so god damn much.”

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“Well we have a roadmap of what not to do.” Pope tells you, tucking an errant strand of hair back behind your ear.

Night Thoughts: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fadeinsol

Summary: You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.

Companion piece to:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.

The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.

Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.

You wake up to the sensation of Pope’s palm smoothing across your stomach, his hand dipping underneath the fabric of that t-shirt of his you’re wearing, his fingertips caressing your bare skin.

“She’s kicking again.” He whispers in the darkness, his voice filled with wonder as he chases the movement. You roll over onto your side, your face inches apart so you can look into his dark eyes. “Does it happen a lot?”

“All the time at night.” You tell him, snuggling back down into your pillow. “It’s something to do with the movement during the day rocking them to sleep.”

“So at night when mommy rests, it becomes an all out party.” He summarises, tickling the space where his daughter nudges against his hand. “Is that why you haven’t been sleeping so good?”

Nothing escapes this man, he’s been back in your life for almost forty eight hours and he’s already picking up on all of your shit. It’s kind of nice in a way because you’ve spent the majority of this pregnancy alone up until now.

“Partly.” You say with a sigh, looking down at the baby bump between the two of you. “The baby, she just brings up some thoughts, ones I haven’t figured out how to make peace with just yet.”

“What kinda thoughts?” He asks, propping his head up on his arm so he can give you his full attention.

“The fact I don’t have a parenting blueprint.” You tell him. His eyebrows furrow into a deep frown as he waits for you to explain. “My mom died when I was seven and my father…” You don’t say anything more than that but Pope knows what you’re alluding too. He was not the kind of role model anyone wants for their daughter. “I just don’t want to fuck her up like the way our parents fucked us up.”

“Well we have a roadmap of what not to do.” Pope tells you, tucking an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “We already have so much love for her, we read the books, you take vitamins, attend doctors’ appointments. That’s already lightyears ahead of our parents. And the parenting classes will get us more prepared, everything else we’ll be able to figure together. The two of us”-he gestures between you- “we’re a team and we’ll support one another through the tough spots.”

The fact he’s here, saying those words, looking towards the future… You can’t express just how reassuring that is to someone who was a single mom this time last week.

“You have so much faith in the both of us.” You say as his thumb chases over the apple of your cheek. You clasp his hand to your face, your lips ghosting over the hollow of his wrist.

“You always tell me I’m not my history.” He reminds you, his whiskey coloured eyes soft as he looks at you. “You aren’t yours either. The two of us are going to break the cycle, raise our daughter to be happy, let her be a kid until she decides to become the president or an astronaut or whatever the fuck she wants. She’s going to have choices and opportunities that we never dreamed of and that’s because of us, because we decided to be better, do better. We made that decision, that’s how I know we’re going to be good parents.”

“Fuck.” You drawl, your forehead coming to rest upon his. “You’re so good at this already Andy.”

“Yeah?” He asks, his arm encircling your waist, drawing you even closer into the shelter of his form.

“Yeah.” You confirm, as his palms smooth over your back, rubbing soothing circles over your sore mucles. “I think you’re going to be an excellent daddy.”

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@bullet-prooflove same!

I was diagnosed with Autism a few months ago.

Courting: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Summary: You don't realise that Jack's courting you.

Companion piece to:

Tummy Tingles - Jack feels his first flush of desire since Maria's death.

Go Your Own Way - Jack struggles with his feelings for you.

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

You don’t realise that Jack is courting you.

If he’s honest Jack doesn’t realise it either. He just knows that he enjoys spending his Saturdays trawling late night vintage record shops with you, flicking through the vinyls trying to find the missing ones for your collections, listening to a track through the same set of headphones. It takes a while for him to realise that maybe he’s not actually looking for that rare Bob Dylan pressing, that maybe he just likes spending time with you.

Those evenings, they usually bleed into nights, to dinner at diners and late night double features at the movie theatre just a couple of blocks from your house.

“If we keep this up and I’m gonna start thinking we’re dating.” You tease as his palm comes to rest on your lower back guiding you towards your row of seats. He laughs but that’s exactly what he thought the two of you were doing. Taking it slow, working towards something.

I’m an idiot, he thinks as he sits next to you, his gaze focused on the screen. A woman like you, so smart and fucking pretty, she wouldn’t date an asshole like him.

He feigns disinterest the next time you ask him about record shopping, there’s a few new places you want to try, you think you’ve got a lead on that missing Fleetwood Mac album you’ve chasing. It’s all too much for Jack, he’s too wounded, too heartbroken to pretend it doesn’t eviscerate him to be around you.

“I don’t think I can go.” He tells you, keeping his focus on the patient chart in front of him.

“It doesn’t have to be record shopping if you’re getting bored of that.” You say, leaning over the desk so your face is close to his. He can smell the delicate scent of your perfume, it reminds him of daffodils swaying gently in a meadow during the first throes of spring. He wants to press his face into your neck, to inhale it as his mouth ghosts over the slender column of your throat. “We can see another movie, Unforgiven is playing…”

“I said I’m busy.” He says with a ferocity that makes you flinch. He hates himself for that, for snapping at you, for making you pull away as suddenly as you do. “I don’t want to be your friend Faye. I don’t want anything from you.”

You stare at him like you’ve never seen him before, like you don’t know the man that’s standing in front of you. Your jaw clenches as you look away, nodding your head in understanding.  

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your back on him and walk away. “I’m starting to get that.”

It’s five seconds later he feels a kick to his prosthetic leg, the damn thing nearly goes out from underneath him with the force of it. He twists his head to see Myrna sitting there in her wheelchair, her expression one of extreme dismay as she stares at him.

“What the hell was that?”

“None of your damn business.” Jack snaps, placing his good foot on the front of her wheelchair and pushing her away from him.

“Sweetcheeks…” She begins but Jack shakes his head as he picks up the tablet once more to review his patient’s chart.

No.” He says firmly, scrolling through the details on the screen, blocking her out. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

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I get it.

I never knew when someone was flirting/courting me.

I'm lucky I am married

Courting: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Summary: You don't realise that Jack's courting you.

Companion piece to:

Tummy Tingles - Jack feels his first flush of desire since Maria's death.

Go Your Own Way - Jack struggles with his feelings for you.

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

You don’t realise that Jack is courting you.

If he’s honest Jack doesn’t realise it either. He just knows that he enjoys spending his Saturdays trawling late night vintage record shops with you, flicking through the vinyls trying to find the missing ones for your collections, listening to a track through the same set of headphones. It takes a while for him to realise that maybe he’s not actually looking for that rare Bob Dylan pressing, that maybe he just likes spending time with you.

Those evenings, they usually bleed into nights, to dinner at diners and late night double features at the movie theatre just a couple of blocks from your house.

“If we keep this up and I’m gonna start thinking we’re dating.” You tease as his palm comes to rest on your lower back guiding you towards your row of seats. He laughs but that’s exactly what he thought the two of you were doing. Taking it slow, working towards something.

I’m an idiot, he thinks as he sits next to you, his gaze focused on the screen. A woman like you, so smart and fucking pretty, she wouldn’t date an asshole like him.

He feigns disinterest the next time you ask him about record shopping, there’s a few new places you want to try, you think you’ve got a lead on that missing Fleetwood Mac album you’ve chasing. It’s all too much for Jack, he’s too wounded, too heartbroken to pretend it doesn’t eviscerate him to be around you.

“I don’t think I can go.” He tells you, keeping his focus on the patient chart in front of him.

“It doesn’t have to be record shopping if you’re getting bored of that.” You say, leaning over the desk so your face is close to his. He can smell the delicate scent of your perfume, it reminds him of daffodils swaying gently in a meadow during the first throes of spring. He wants to press his face into your neck, to inhale it as his mouth ghosts over the slender column of your throat. “We can see another movie, Unforgiven is playing…”

“I said I’m busy.” He says with a ferocity that makes you flinch. He hates himself for that, for snapping at you, for making you pull away as suddenly as you do. “I don’t want to be your friend Faye. I don’t want anything from you.”

You stare at him like you’ve never seen him before, like you don’t know the man that’s standing in front of you. Your jaw clenches as you look away, nodding your head in understanding.  

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your back on him and walk away. “I’m starting to get that.”

It’s five seconds later he feels a kick to his prosthetic leg, the damn thing nearly goes out from underneath him with the force of it. He twists his head to see Myrna sitting there in her wheelchair, her expression one of extreme dismay as she stares at him.

“What the hell was that?”

“None of your damn business.” Jack snaps, placing his good foot on the front of her wheelchair and pushing her away from him.

“Sweetcheeks…” She begins but Jack shakes his head as he picks up the tablet once more to review his patient’s chart.

No.” He says firmly, scrolling through the details on the screen, blocking her out. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

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“I don’t want to go.” He says softly as Noah grips his finger. “I just want to stay here, watching him smile all day.”

Toying with my heartstrings today, I see

Seperation Anxiety: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @oklahomapeach

Summary: Robby gets severe seperation anxiety at the thought of returning to work after Noah's birth.

Companion piece to:

Lines - It’s been a long time since Robby’s been attracted to someone like this.

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Poolside - When Robby's had a really shitty day he always ends up whereever you are.

The Betting Pool - Robby discovers that his collegues have been taking bets on his relationship.

Fifty Shades of Robby - Robby's collegues see the truth of his relationship when they find your Instagram.

Dumb Bitch - Robby exhibits his protective side when another man steps on his territory.

Stop Compressions, Start Compressions - Robby loses everything in the aftermath of Pittfest.

24 Hours - Robby refuses to leave your side in the aftermath of the shooting.

Saftey Rail - Abbot gets real with Robby when he finds him on the roof.

Baby, It's Gonna Be Alright - Robby wonders if he's fucked things up with you for good.

Exorcism (NSFW) - Robby and you finally find a way to be honest with one another.

Ready - Robby and you discuss starting a family in the aftermath of Pittfest.

The Rose - You give Robby a special gift for your anniversary.

Heartbeat - Robby finds something to help him sleep.

Jinx - Robby discovers a particular superstition of yours.

The Scary One - Robby and you face concerns during your second pregnancy scan.

Pop Tarts - You and Robby decorate the baby's nursery.

Brave Little Boy - Robby wakes up to the baby kicking and gets a suprise.

Brown Eyed Boy - The birth of your son doesn’t quite go the way you’d planned.

One Week - Robby cares for the two of you one week after his son’s birth.

The baby is smiling.

Hs tiny heart shaped mouth is tipped up at the edges, his dark eyes focused in his father as he flails his tiny limbs within the confines of his Moses basket. Already he has a flock of ebony hair, the exact same shade as Robby’s. It feels like feathers as he runs his palm over his son’s head and Noah gets even more excited at the prospect of his father picking him up.

“I’m sorry little one.” He whispers, capturing his son’s tiny fist with his forefinger. “Daddy has to go back to work today.”

The baby grumbles and Robby feels the sentiment acutely as you step up alongside him, wrapped in a light cotton robe, fresh from the shower. It’s been six weeks since the baby was born and he can’t imagine spending the next twelve hours without seeing him.

“I don’t want to go.” He says softly as Noah grips his finger. “I just want to stay here, watching him smile all day.”

Your palm comes to rest on Robby’s lower back, your thumb tracing soothing circles on the place where he carries all that tension. “I can send you updates throughout the day and you can video call us when you get a quiet moment. I can even live stream him for the next twelve hours and you can put him on the big tv in the ED.”

You joke but that’s exactly how Robby feels, like he doesn’t want to take his eyes off Noah because he’s too terrified of missing something.

The baby gurgles, his tiny attempt to talk and Robby imagines he’s asking him to stay, to spend the day on the couch with him curled up on his chest, reading all of his picture books to him.

“Come on.” You say gently, your lips brushing over his jaw. “If you don’t go now, you never will.”

“Goodbye Noah.” He whispers, waving at his son and the baby waves his tiny fist back. “Be good for Mommy.”

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“Not the point.” Jack responds crossing his arms over his chest. “The point is she kept the ring. She still wants to marry you.”

Jack trying to get through to John like:

The Rooftop: John Shen x Reader (feat: Jack Abbot)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood

Summary: John and Jack finally talk about what happened at the party.

Companion piece to:

Ashes - You take revenge on the first man your parents sold you to.

The Choice - In the wake of his brother’s suicide John goes against his parents’ wishes and makes a choice about his residency.

You Should See Me In A Crown - A chance encounter sparks the beginning of something special for John.

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Daywalker - You and John discuss something that could cause a big change in your relationship.

The Wedding Gift - John’s dad brings out the worst in him.

Pandora’s Box - John realises he’s opened up Pandora’s Box when his brother pays a visit.

Fucked Up - You take care of John when he starts to have doubts.

His Fucked Up Wang - John’s forced to treat your ex when he’s rolled into the ED.

The Other Man - John discovers something that may effect your future together.

Princess Cut - You find something unexpected inside John's sock drawer.

The Broken Girl - The best night of your life turns into one of the worst when your plans are disrupted.

At some point in their career everyone ends up on the roof.

It’s almost a ritual. You have a shitty day that’s where they find you, sometimes smoking a cigarette, sometimes on the opposite end of that safety rail, looking down wondering it long it takes to reach the bottom.

For John Shen it’s sitting on top of the damn thing, watching the world go by as he sips a seasonal cold brew.

It’s his first time on the roof, watching the sun coming up and he’s starting to understand the appeal. The city looks so vast from up here, so huge. It makes the shit he’s going through seem insignificant, dulling the ache he feels in his chest every single moment, of every single day.

He hears the metal door bang open behind him and he knows it’s Jack. That man doesn’t miss a trick, he must have clocked him sneaking up the stairwell after his DoorDash arrived.

He’s stopped hanging out at the ambulance bay, there’s no point since you’re not there anymore. The day shift, it seems to suit you. Doing normal shit that normal people do at normal hours while John lives here, in the night.

“Am I in your spot?” He asks Jack as the other man takes up residence beside him. His elbows come to rest on the railing, his gaze fixed on the skyline, the pink and orange hues that blossom in the distance.

“Kinda.” Jack responds, shrugging his shoulders. “But I’ll let you have it if you promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid.”

John isn’t sure if he means jump or toss his coffee cup over the edge of the building. Neither of those things are part of the plan, the plan is to just sit here and take a moment to breathe, something he hasn’t done since the night of the wedding.  

The silence, it weighs heavily between the two of them. John knows that this is Jack checking in on him. He’s been quiet over the past couple of shifts, reserved, he hasn’t wanted to deal with the fallout from everything that’s going on in his life. It’s why he’s been working back to back shifts this week, trying to avoid going home.

“Cici moved out.” He says finally into the space between them. “She took her stuff while I was on shift and left the key on the kitchen table.”

Jack’s head whips around so fast it almost does send John hurtling over the edge. His hand grasps the railing as he teeters, Jack’s palm gripping the back of his dark scrubs, keeping him firmly on the right side of the ledge.

“What did you do?” He asks, his tone low and dangerous.

“I refused to marry her without you.” John says returning Jack’s fierce gaze with one of his own. “That’s what I did.”

Jack’s brows furrow into a deep frown. “I don’t understand.”

John sighs, taking a sip from his coffee cup.

“We were supposed to get married the night of the party.” John informs him around the straw in his mouth. “It was meant to be a surprise, something low key, no pressure and then you sent that text and it’s like something tripped out in her brain… I don’t know maybe I said the wrong thing, I just didn’t want her to get married without you, I know in my heart she would have regretted that.”

“Is that why she hasn’t been picking up my calls?” Jack asks him, his whiskey eyes searching John’s. “I thought she was just busy with the FTO thing…”

“She’s not picking up mine either.” John tells him, skewering the ice in the bottom of his cup with the straw. “I thought about dropping by the firehouse but I don’t want to make shit for her at work…” He shakes his head with a sigh. “I really don’t know where to go from here.”

“That night…” Jack says, rubbing his palms together one over the other. “I promise you I had a really good fucking reason…”

“I know.” John says, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t blame you. I  blame her whole fucking family for making her feel like she doesn't deserve happiness, that she’s not worthy of it.”

“Did she give back the ring…” Jack asks, his gaze straying back to the horizon.

The question seems so left field that it takes John a second to fathom it.

“No.” John says quietly. “But I don’t think she’s wearing it either.”

“Not the point.” Jack responds crossing his arms over his chest. “The point is she kept the ring. She still wants to marry you.”

“Jack-” John begins but already the other man is cutting him off.

“This, this isn’t about you. This is about me letting her down…” His palm scrubs across his grizzled jaw. “It’s happened before when Maria was alive, she overheard us talking about me re-enlisting. She disappeared for a couple of weeks, we found her…”

He trails off because he doesn’t want to talk about what you’d been doing to sustain yourself during that time. It had broken his god damn heart to find you in that motel room, all dolled up waiting for your next client.

“I’ll talk to her.” Jack says finally. “I’ll find a way to make it right.”

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As someone who dated and is now married to someone who was training to be an MMA fighter, Smurf can suck an egg.

They are tough when they need to be.

They protect the ones who they care (or at least should)

Smurf fully believed that Pope was just an attack dog, who would do anything at her command.

So...

Smurf can easily:

The Octagon: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fadeinsol @akotafi @yousigned-upforthis @cowardlycandy

Summary: Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.

Companion piece to:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

Prequel to:

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf's death.

The first time you witness Smurf’s cruelty is the MMA matches.

Pope’s been off the circuit for a couple of years because he broke his arm so badly during the last one it’s more metal than bone. At least that’s what Craig tells you as you stand outside the makeshift octagon in some run down trailer park by the beach. It started as a way of toughening him up as a teenager but he turned out to be a ferocious bastard, the kind that just won’t stop even when his opponent is tapped out.

It’s at odds with the man you’ve been cracking safes and stealing artwork with, the one who just opened the car door for you in the shitty parking lot.

“You don’t have to watch.” He had told you as he held it open, not making eye contact.

“Yes she does baby.” Smurf had said, jerking her head indicating for you to get out of the vehicle. “She needs to see exactly what you’re capable of.”

You know a powerplay when you see one. Smurf doesn’t like how close you and Pope have gotten during those long hours in your workshop. She doesn’t know about the outside jobs, the ethical thieving but she suspects something. Bringing you here, making you watch Pope fight, it’s meant to break the bond that’s growing between you. She wants you to see the wild animal she’s made him, her ferocious dog, barely tethered by his leash.

The guy he’s fighting is a flashy asshole, someone trying to make it big in the Redneck League which means he plays up to the audience. This match is about getting more wins on his card, he doesn’t actually know the legacy that is Pope Cody, that he’s about to get ripped apart.

The fight, it’s brutal. Redneck may have the height and the weight but Pope, he’s a scrappy, clever fuck. No move is wasted, every blow telegraphed precisely even the ones he takes to his face, his chest, his shattered arm. It all cumulates to the end result, Redneck hunched over on the mat, spitting blood onto the filthy white fabric.

“He’s not an animal.” You tell Smurf as she studies your expression behind her aviators. “You need to stop treating him like one.”

“My boy is feral.” She tells you, tossing a towel at her son. His whiskey gaze flickers up to meet yours before it darts away, his cheeks colouring with shame. “He’d tear your throat out with his teeth if I told him to, and then bathe in your blood.”

It’s when the rest of the family leave to retrieve their winnings that you grasp the towel that’s resting in his lap. You pick up the water bottle that Pope’s been sipping from, using it to dampen the fabric. He flinches as your fingertips caress the line of his jaw, tipping his chin up to meet your gaze. He’s not used to the softness, even now after the nights you’ve spent tangled up in each other.

“You’re not going to bathe in my blood.” You say matter-of-factly as you gently wipe the copper away from the cut above his eye. “And you’re certainly not going to tear out my throat.”

“I’d rather slice myself into a thousand pieces then watch the light die in your eyes.” He rasps, his voice a gravelly rumble in his chest.

“I know.” You whisper, your thumb tracing over the curve of his cheek. “She needs you to be a monster but you’re not Andy, you’re a man underneath all of this. One that’s so fucking tired and beaten down that he has no choice but to obey.”

“Not in everything.” He points out and you can see the subtle shift in his stare as the edges of his mouth tip up the barest amount. “Not when it comes to you.”

Don’t get too attached Pope, Smurf had told him, women like Dylan, they want to hurt the family, take from it.

You haven’t asked him for a damn thing over your time together. Not money, not information, not even a commitment because you don’t want to put that pressure on him when he’s still trying to figure out where his head is at.

“I wish I could kiss you right now.” He says with an earnestness that breaks your heart.

“Just kissing?” You tease before you wet the towel again and continue your work. “Because I’m imagining you and me in the shower right now-”

He growls in response to your words, a warning that you’re getting him going and that Smurf’s on her way back from the bookie.

“Later.” He promises you, taking the towel from your hand to clean up his own mess. “I’ll come by the beach house later, maybe we can grab that shower then.”

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“There won’t be anybody else.” Jesse tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “You only get one soulmate Jana and mine has always been you.”

ONE WILD NIGHT SERIES: The Last Hurrah - Jesse Van Horn x Reader

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Summary: Jesse makes a realisation about the party...

Companion piece to:

Rebel Girl - You tell Jesse your story that first night at Glastonbury.

Whiskey Kiss (NSFW) - Jesse favourite things are the taste of whiskey and you.

Prince Albert (NSFW) - Jesse knows exactly what to do with his extra equipment.

Geordie - Jesse makes one hell of a statement when your ex-boyfriend comes around.

Mixed Tape - Jesse makes you a mixed tape before he leaves for the US.

The Green Card - A visa issue complicates your relationship with Jesse.

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Song 2 (NSFW) - Jesse tries to chase away his demons the only way he knows how.

Atomic - Jesse reflects on his HIV status.

Blood Orange - Jesse comes to the rescue of your neighbour during an autoerotic asphyxation accident.

A Lifetime With You - You discover won’t be getting that lifetime after all.

A Dying Woman - You and Jesse have very different reactions to the news of your heart failure.

The party is your last hurrah.

Jesse has known that from the beginning, what he didn’t know until two minutes ago was that you planned for it to be your last night on earth. He figures that out when the hotel receptionist gives him a keycard to the second room you booked out, the one he knows nothing about.

“I think your wife forgot to give it to you when she went up.” She says, holding it out to him as the revelry continues around him.

It all falls into place after that, the whispered conversation with Gunter, the pills he’d seen you drop into your purse. He thought it was a little medical grade LSD because you wanted to re-live that first night together but now he realises the truth.

You’ve planned out this whole thing.

Another room so you can do the deed in private, Gunter on standby to find you in an hours’ time. Jesse still in the throes of the party in front of hundreds of witnesses so no one can say he was complicit in the act.

His wild girl, she’s still looking out for him even after she’s gone.

His heart is thundering in his chest when he gets to the room. He jams the keycard into the lock and it beeps before releasing the mechanism, sending him hurtling into the room. He stops short at the sight of it, the dulcet glow of the flickering candles you’ve lit, his love song to you playing on the Bluetooth speakers.

This is how you want to go out, on your own terms. Not spending fuck knows how long in a hospital ward, growing weaker and weaker by the day.

The bed is empty but the pills are sitting on the nightstand, each one laid out in a line ready for consumption, a glass of whiskey from the mini bar resting alongside them. His gaze shifts to the closed bathroom door, he can hear you humming on the other side of it, the same way you always do when you reapply your make up.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, picking up one of the tablets in his hand. He knows Pentobarbital when he sees it. It’s a euthanasia drug, one they use at Dignitas in Switzerland.

Gunter has ties there, it’s what he used to do before he switched teams to Ottobock because of the toll it took. That man he would do anything you asked, he’s just as in love with you as Jesse is. It’s why the three of you stopped playing together. He’d wanted you to run away to Europe, leave Jesse behind in the US.

These drugs, they’re painless, fast acting.

Thirty minutes is all it would have took.

Thirty minutes later and you would have been gone.

When you open the bathroom door, he tilts his head up towards you, his blue eyes red-rimmed as he holds the tablet in his palm of his hand. You are fucking beautiful, you’ve switched out the dress you were wearing tonight for his London Calling cut off, a pair of his boxer shorts underneath it.

You wanted a part of him with you tonight, his voice, his clothes, anything that would make you feel like the man you love was in the room as you slipped away.

“If you want to do this, then I will be right here with you.” He rasps, his voice breaking as he meets your gaze. “I will hold you until your dying breath-”

“No.” You say softly as you kneel down in front of him. “They’ll think you helped me, you’ll be arrested…”

“I don’t care.” Jesse says, placing the medication into your hand. “You don’t seem to understand that there is no me without you. As soon as you’re gone my life is over, I may as well take the damn pills with you because we both know I’ll follow you into that grave Jana, I don’t have it in me live without you.”

“Don’t say that.” You respond fiercely, your fist clenching around the tablet as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the salt from his cheeks. “You have to live Jesse, you have to move on, to find someone else-”

“There won’t be anybody else.” Jesse tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “You only get one soulmate Jana and mine has always been you.”

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“Oh.” You say softly as the understanding dawns on you. “You don’t want to marry me.”

NO!

Cici, girl, he wants to marry you

ONE WILD NIGHT SERIES: The Broken Girl - John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood

Summary: The best night of your life turns into one of the worst when your plans are disrupted.

Companion piece to:

Ashes - You take revenge on the first man your parents sold you to.

The Choice - In the wake of his brother’s suicide John goes against his parents’ wishes and makes a choice about his residency.

You Should See Me In A Crown - A chance encounter sparks the beginning of something special for John.

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Daywalker - You and John discuss something that could cause a big change in your relationship.

The Wedding Gift - John’s dad brings out the worst in him.

Pandora’s Box - John realises he’s opened up Pandora’s Box when his brother pays a visit.

Fucked Up - You take care of John when he starts to have doubts.

His Fucked Up Wang - John’s forced to treat your ex when he’s rolled into the ED.

The Other Man - John discovers something that may effect your future together.

Princess Cut - You find something unexpected inside John's sock drawer.

Sorry kid, we can’t make it tonight. I’ll catch up with you in a couple of days.

That’s all the text from Jack says.

Your heart sinks as you look at it, your thumb ghosting over the keyboard as you try to form a response. The truth is you don’t have one, usually you wouldn’t be losing your shit about something like this but you’re standing in a small room flooded with candlelight in a white dress, just moments away from getting married.

John’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, his thumb lightly caressing a soothing circle as you show him the message.

“He doesn’t know.” He says kindly. “He’d be here if he did. Call him.”

This whole wedding thing was meant to be a surprise, something intimate, no pressure. You’d been excited about it, discussing with Jana to officiate because she was practically family. The only snag was, it had to be tonight during the party. Jana was concerned about her condition suddenly taking a turn, that she wouldn’t be around in the near future.

Her and Jesse had organised for one of the micro event rooms to be used for the ceremony while the party was going on. Afterwards you and John could slip back into the festivities and celebrate in your own way instead of dealing with the stress of your own reception.

It was the perfect plan for a low key wedding…

Until it wasn’t.

You pick up the phone and hold it up to your ear but all you get is voicemail, you dial Faye but it’s same thing. You stare at the flower arch in front of you, threaded with stunning pink roses, just waiting for you and John.

“They’re not picking up.” You tell him with dismay, clasping the phone to your chest. “I…”

It hurts, it hurts like hell because Jack, he said he’d always be there for you and now he isn’t, he’s going to miss one of the most important days of your life and you’re struggling to reconcile with that. Deep down you know it isn’t his fault but it cuts like a scalpel, carving into your chest, bleeding out onto your dress.

“Maybe tonight just isn’t the right time.” John says softly, his arm wrapping around, drawing you close. His lips brush against your temple as that turmoil rises up inside because you’re starting to believe maybe you just don’t get to have good things. Afterall that is what your history has taught you.

“No we should do it.” You say forcefully. “Everything is right here, ready for us…”

“But it’s not Cici.” John says his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “The people you love aren’t there-”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, even though your heart is breaking.

“Cici, it does.” John responds firmly. “I can’t do this-”

Those words, they just play into every single insecurity you’ve ever had. Those doubts come rushing back and you realise…

You aren’t meant to get the happy ending.

There’s no family, no husband, there’s just you.

The broken girl, the one that’s so ruined that nobody would want her.

“Oh.” You say softly as the understanding dawns on you. “You don’t want to marry me.”

“Cici, that’s not what I meant!” John rallies, placing his hands on his hips as he meets your gaze. “I can’t do this because I don’t want you to look back on tonight and see it as something you regret-”

“You mean something you’ll regret.” You retaliate, jabbing your finger at him. “Fuck me… why did I even agree to this… when I fucking know…”

“Know what?” John asks and you shake your head.

You’re done with this, done pretending that you can be normal, that you can have all the things that other people get.

“It doesn’t matter.” You mutter gathering up your dress and heading out the door. “None of it fucking matters, not anymore.”

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As it is Pride Month, I thought I would share LGBTQIA+ Canadian icons, who helped change our country.

Delwin Vriend – A teacher in Alberta who successfully fought to have sexual orientation added to the province’s human rights legislation in 1998.

Svend Robinson – The first openly gay member of Parliament in Canada, who served for over two decades and helped push forward LGBTQ+ rights legislation.

Jim Egan – One of the first openly gay activists in Canada, who challenged the Canadian government’s definition of marriage as only between a man and a woman.

Michel Tremblay – A celebrated Quebecois playwright who has often explored queer themes in his work, including in the groundbreaking play “Les Belles-soeurs.”

Douglas Elliott – A lawyer who played a key role in the successful challenge of Canada’s ban on same-sex marriage in 2005.

Elaine MacDonald – A longtime activist who has fought for LGBTQ+ rights in Canada, including helping to organize the first gay rights march in Ottawa in 1971.

Makeda Silvera – A Jamaican-born author and activist who has written extensively about the experiences of Black queer women in Canada.

Brent Hawkes – A prominent United Church of Canada minister who has been a vocal advocate for LGBTQ+ rights, including officiating at the country’s first same-sex marriage in 2001.

Chelby Daigle – A transgender activist and writer who has worked to raise awareness about the experiences of trans people in Canada, including fighting for better healthcare access and legal protections.

Gerald Hannon – A writer, activist and journalist who has been a prominent voice in Canada’s GSRD community since the 1970s, and who has written extensively on queer culture and politics.

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ONE WILD NIGHT SERIES: Accessory - Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz @fadeinsol

Summary: You tell Jack the real reason you won't attend Jana's party.

Companion piece to:

Tummy Tingles - Jack feels his first flush of desire since Maria's death.

Go Your Own Way - Jack struggles with his feelings for you.

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Three Days (NSFW) - Jack spends three days making you his.

Messy - John doesn't mind getting a little messy when it's with you.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

The Go Bag - Your relationship with Jack takes a turn when you discover another go bag in his car.

Nadine - Jack's sister in law is a real piece of work.

Hawaii - Jack discovers who he really is when you book a trip to Hawaii.

Silk (NSFW) - Jack loves the sight of you in silk.

Sucker - Jack pulls out all the stops in order to win an important race.

Boston - You reflect on the past after your ex-husband makes an appearance on a trying day.

This God Damn Fucking Day - Jack steps into the fray with things get messy between you and you ex-husband.

Misdemeanour - Jack's forced to step in when you get arrested because of your ex-husband.

Fishtail - Jack helps you decompress in the aftermath of your ex-husband.

Love Language (NSFW) - Jack has his own unique love language.

What Puts You On That Ledge - Jack finds away to pull you off that ledge.

Champagne Gold (NSFW) - Jack never thought he'd marry again.

Masochist - You and Jack have an indepth understanding of one another.

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW) - You know exactly how to get Jack off.

Part of the Job - Violence has always been part of the job, but this time it hits a little too close to home for Jack.

Pittfest - Jack's day turns into a nightmare when he recieves a notification from the hospital regarding a mass casuality event.

Snapband - Jack's worst fear comes true during a mass casuality event.

Blood (NSFW) - Jack takes care of you in the aftermath of Pittfest in his own special way.

Life Raft - Jack reaches out when he sees that you're struggling.

Bread - Jack finds his own way to cope with almost losing you at Pittfest.

Overcompensating - A problem with Jack's prosthetic leads him to overcompensate during his shift.

Good Boy (NSFW) - You use alternative methods to get Jack to agree to take care of himself.

A Goddamn Miracle Worker - You always know the perfect way to take care of Jack.

Mood - Jack reacts badly when you surprise him with a trip to Germany.

A Force of Nature - Jack makes a suggestion regarding Germany.

Germany - Jack’s put through his paces when it comes to his new prosthetic.

You do not want to go to Jana’s party. It’s very clear to Jack from the amount of delaying you’re doing. First there was the outfits, then the hair and now the makeup. You’ve been sitting at that dressing table for the past fifteen minutes trying to choose a lipstick shade, picking up the tubes, placing them back where they belong.

Jack already knows where this ends, which is why he hasn’t bothered to put on his suit.

 “Faye.” He says quietly, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, his lips brushing over the back of your head. “We should go, if you don’t you’ll regret -”

“You go.” You snap, removing the earrings from your ears and setting them down on the dressing table. They’re the sapphires that Jana bought you for your birthday, the ones she said reminded her of the mischief in your eyes the first night you met. “I’m gonna wash this shit off.”

You close the door to the bathroom, blocking him out, turning on the shower to mask out the sound of your sobbing but he can still hear you through the wall. He presses his head against the wooden door, wishing there was something he could do for you.  

You’ve been stoic ever since Jana had told you about her condition, you’d locked down your emotions, put on a brave face. Tonight though, tonight something’s changed. He can’t put his finger on what but he senses the shift, feels it on a visceral level.  

When you come out of the bathroom, you’re wearing nothing but the robe you stole from that hotel in Hawaii. He can see the midnight blue dress left in a heap on the floor behind you. Your mascara is smeared underneath your eyes, your hair is pulled back into messy bun.

He lies down on the bed, his head propped up on his arm as he pats the mattress.

“Come here.” He whispers and you crawl onto the bed beside him, your back coming to rest against his chest. He wraps his arm around you, his palm coming to rest above the space where your heart resides. He curls around you, shielding you the best he can from the agonies of the outside world.

“She’s going to kill herself tonight.” You say softly as his grizzled cheek presses against yours. “I tried to talk her out of it but you know Jana… Once she’s made up her mind…”

He does know Jana, he knows that this isn’t a decision she’s taken lightly. He’s had patients that have been on the waiting list for years, barely alive, barely functioning and they’d still never gotten that lucky break.

“Does Jesse know?” He asks, tasting the salt that stains your skin.

“No.” You murmur, your fingers slipping into the groove of his knuckles, squeezing his fingers. “She doesn’t want him to be arrested as an accessory.”

Pennsylvania has strict laws on euthanasia and assisted suicide. If there was even an inkling that Jesse was involved, he’d be in cuffs before Jana even reached the crematorium.

“It’s you isn’t it?” He murmurs, clasping you tighter. “You’re supposed to keep Jesse occupied while she…”

He can’t say the words out loud but in that moment he hates Jana for doing this to you, for putting you in this position, for breaking your heart. He suspects as much as you love her, you hate her too because this burden, it’s too much for anyone to bear.

“That’s why I can’t go.” You tell him, the tears coming faster now as you press your face into the pillow. “I can’t look that man in the face and pretend I don’t know the love of his life is about to die.”

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“I’m being a good boy, making sure I don’t compromise myself.” He tells you,

Him being a good boy is definitely may end up with him getting rewarded

ONE WILD NIGHT SERIES: Wildest Dreams - Frank Langdon x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julessworldd @yousigned-upforthis @travelingmypassion @julius-ceasar

Summary: Frank gets an unexpected surprise in the E.D.

Companion piece to:

Ivy - Frank gets a tattoo to commerate the woman he loves.

Hypocrite - Frank struggles to make amends for a past wrongs.

Crash - Almost getting you fired wasn't the lowest point of Frank's addiction.

Rock Bottom - Frank hits rock bottom when he sees the devastation his addiction's caused.

Little Black Dress - Frank starts to spiral when he realises you're dating.

Every Damn Day - A drunk text leads to a confession.

Wet Dream (NSFW) - Frank sometimes dreams about the life you had together.

War Stories - A realisation about your coping habits leads you to Frank's door.

The Three Cs - Frank and you finally discuss your issues and pave away towards the future.

The Wall - A date at the climbing wall leads to a revelation from Frank.

Commitment - You create a fun way of showing Frank your commitment to the relationship.

At Your Alter - You discover Frank's tattoo when you undress him for the first time.

All In (NSFW) - You and Frank take a big step forward.

Slut (NSFW) - Frank gets a little bratty after a bad day.

Nightmare Fuel - Frank’s been waiting for the fall to come.

Boo Fucking Hoo - Your forced to defend yourself after you’re attacked outside the hospital.

The Incident - Frank’s world is thrown into turmoil when he learns about your attack.

The Filing Cabinet - Things haven't been the same between you and Frank since the attack.

The Perfect Storm - Frank's time in North Carolina almost leads to his downfall.

The House - Frank reflects on his decision to sell the house.

Hawaii - Frank travels to Hawaii to lay it all out on the line.

Frank doesn’t attend Jana’s wake.

It’s too much heartache for him, too much temptation. Booze may not have been his drug of choice but it’s a slippery slope especially with NA. He opts to take Shen’s shift instead, allowing the other man to attend the event with Cici.

Work and the lawsuit are the only things that have been keeping him out of own head recently. His house has been sold and as agreed with you back in Hawaii, he’s now living at your place until he can find a new one.

“You just want someone to look after your garden.” He had teased you when you suggested the idea.

“That’s an added bonus.” You’d informed him as the two of you sipped coffee on the balcony of his hotel room, watching the sunrise in the distance.

Being around your things, it balances him. It reminds him that you aren’t gone for good, that despite the fact it’s been three months, you’re still planning to come back to him.

It’s ten pm when you turn up in the E.D, to say that Frank is surprised is an understatement. The last time he spoke to you, you were on the beach playing with your nephew and now you’re here in Pittsburgh, dressed up like a wet dream. You’re wearing a black sequined dress that cinches at the waist and thigh high boots he desperately wants locked around his hips. Your hair is swept to one side, falling over your features in a dark wave. He can’t speak, he can only stare as you stalk towards him in a long wool coat that wards off the nighttime chill.

“So, I thought you were going to be at the party and I wanted to surprise you.” You say as you stand before him with your hands on your hips. “And now I feel like an idiot for not asking.”

“I’m being a good boy, making sure I don’t compromise myself.” He tells you, signing off the patient’s chart with a final flourish before setting the tablet down on the desk. “So are you back? Like back, back? For real back?”

“Yeah, I dropped my stuff off at the house this afternoon.” You say, tucking your hands into your pockets as you look around you. “I feel very overdressed for this conversation, like super overdressed.”

“You look like every single one of my wildest dreams come true.” He says, biting his lower lip as he reaches out, his fingertips trailing along the lapels of the coat. “What’s the chance that you’ll still be wearing this when I get in later?”

“At seven in the morning? After a 12 hour flight from Hawaii this afternoon? We’re lucky I’m still upright right now.” You tell him, shaking your head. “I just couldn’t wait any longer to see you. I wanted to come by and say I’m back and… that I don’t want you to move out of the house. Seeing your stuff around like that… it kind of felt like home and I want that for us. I want my house to be our house.”

“Ivy Williams.” He smiles, his palms skating down to your waist, drawing you closer against his firm body. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Well you’re already kinda moved in so this is just a formality.” You say as you tilt your face up to meet his gaze. “I was going to ask you at the party, where there would have been fire dancers, rose walls, probably sex in the bathroom. All of that would have added the element of romance I was looking for.”

“Well I am very sorry I missed all that but my answer would have still been the same.” He teases you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

“And that would be…”

“Yes.” He laughs, his lips brushing over yours. “Yes Ivy, I would love to live with you.”

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“You did the right thing.” He whispers, his palm coming to rest on the space where the baby resides. “She would have killed us all.”

Kill The Queen: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fadeinsol

Summary: Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf's death.

Companion piece to:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.

The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.

Pope doesn’t know how to process Smurf’s death. Sometimes he feels elated, other times stricken. It comes in waves, a constant, unrelenting deluge of emotion that he struggles to sort through minute by minute, hour by hour.

In the midst of it all there’s you, tangled up in the mess that Smurf left.

You may have granted him freedom but you also helped to kill his mom.

He isn’t sure how he’s supposed to make peace with that, not yet anyway.

“I’m sorry you’re grieving.” You say quietly as you try and coax him inside off the porch. He’s spent a long time sitting out here, listening to the sound of the sea, watching the waves as they crash against the shore. “I didn’t mean for it to hurt you this badly.”

You mean that, truly you do. He can see it in your eyes, the way they soften when you look at him. He understands that it was a fight for survival, if you hadn’t got her she would have got you, and then Freya. He was already hers though, her demon, her monster.

“I don’t blame you.” He says finally, rubbing his palms over one another. “You and Baz, you did something that I couldn’t. I would have killed myself if she had hurt you, I would have slit my own throat and let her watch it bleed all over the floor just to spite her.” He sighs, the muscle in his cheek twitching as he looks down at his hands. “I just didn’t expect to feel so much.”

“She was still your mother.” You say gently as you sink to your knees before him, dipping your head so that you can capture his gaze. “She did some terrible shit to you but it doesn’t make your emotions any less valid.”

“Were you like this?” He asks, his dark eyes searching yours. “After you killed your father?”

“No.” You say resolutely. “What my father did to me, it was a different type of brutality.”

Sometimes Pope wishes he could resurrect that man. He’d spend weeks torturing him, pushing him right to the brink of death before he yanked him back again.

“Are you going to come inside for dinner?” You ask him, raising to your feet. He holds his hand out to steady you when you wobble, a side effect of the baby bump.

“No.” He says quietly, his gaze turning back to the ocean. “I think I’m going to sit out here some more.”

It’s well past midnight when he finally steps over the threshold. He locks the glass patio door behind him, closing the blinds, blocking out the world outside. When he turns to face the living room, he finds you asleep on the couch. Waiting up for him he thinks, but giving him the space to work through his shit.

His fingers comb lightly through your hair, gently caressing the silky strands as he looks down at you.

Christ, how did you get more beautiful in the time you were apart? How did he end up with someone so fierce, so dedicated to his heart?

Everything you’ve done over the past couple of days was to protect him, the same way he tried to protect you when Smurf showed up at his place with that sonogram. That’s why he understands that you had to do it, that to save the three of you, you had to kill the queen.

“You did the right thing.” He whispers, his palm coming to rest on the space where the baby resides. “She would have killed us all.”

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Sugarbaby Reader: Who spent their first day every at Jack's place. They would usually go out to places, and never once step foot in each other's homes, that was until today.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who hardly had to move that first day, even though she insisted on Jack getting some sleep.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who when Jack suggested they take a nap with him, took him up on his offer.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who was dispointed that Jack had to leave, but wasn't alone by herself for too long, as Michael came and got her.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who was spoiled rotten by the dayshift ER doctor, who she could tell was very tired.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who Michael insisted on taking care of their every need that first day. Ordering from their favourite restaurant. Letting her do a bit of online shopping to see what she needed.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who slept in the probably one of the comfest beds she has ever laid in.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who went back and forth between the two men, getting better each day.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who knew this arrangement was about to end.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who woke up one day, ready to make Michael his morning coffee, when to her surprise, she found Jack sitting at the table as well.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who sat down between the two of them, as they were both sitting at each end of the table.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who asked what was going on, Michael said, "We know that you can not just keep going back and forth between our two places. You are almost back to a hundred percent." Jack was nodding his head in agreement.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who knew that this was going between their two places was going to end soon, but didn't want to go back to her place. She got used to someone always being with her.

Sugarbaby Reader: Who was about to speak, when Jack beat her to it, "But we do not want you to go back to your apartment. We know the area well, and we feel like it just isn't safe for you."

SugarBaby Reader: "Where am I suppoed to live? That is the only place I can afford with my job." Her eyes widen as she said that. Completely forgetting about her job. Never once telling them she can come back to work.

SugarBaby Reader: Who was about to start panicking, when Michael said, "Jack and I are renting you a condo, which is much nicer than where you are currently living. You do not need to work if you do not want to. We have opened up an account for you, which each of us putting in money.''

SugarBaby Reader: Who wanted to say that she didn't need any of this, but the moment Jack showed her photos of the condo, she knew that she should do this.

SugarBaby Reader: She insisted on seeing her new place, and the two men took her to it. It was much bigger than her old apartment, and the place was stocked with food, and every other essentials she needed and used in her day-to-day life.

SugarBaby Reader: Who when she opened the massive closet, her mouth dropped open at all of the clothes, shoes and purses.

SugarBaby Reader: Who noticed that on either side of what she believes is her section of the closet, she could see scrubs, and Michael and Jack's everyday clothes there too.

SugarBaby Reader: Who turned around to look at the two handsome, older men. "We will each be taking turns staying here with you. We have drawn up a schedule for you to take a look at, so that way we still both get some time alone with you." Jack said to you.

SugarBaby Reader: Who couldn't believe her luck, but as she was looking over the schedule, she could feel their eyes watching her every move. She knew how she was going to thank them when she finally moved into her new place. Which is in only a few days.

SugarBaby Reader: Who saw that first night at her new condo, she will be having Michael over, and she couldn't wait to show him how thankful she was for everything.