pairing: student! fem reader x student! jeon jungkook
summary: when you finally get your crushâs number, you expect the start of an epic love storyâ not a random guy making fun of you because he thinks the guy youâve been obsessed with for the last six months gave you a fake number. Jeon Jungkook, the one who replies, finds it entertaining and helps you chase the guy⊠at least until he finds out that the person heâs been helping date another guy is you, the girl heâs been obsessed with for the last two years.
genre/warning: this is a smau fic!! with narration included in some chapter but itâs mostly messages/tweets. very unfunny jokes. this is mostly crack/fluff.
authors note: âbut u have to update ur other fic blah blah blahâ umm shut the fuck up?. anyway this is my first time attempting smau fics so be nice to me thank u. ngl i was VERY high writing this but it made me giggle when i read it again. hope u hehe a lil with this. iloveu.
i know this is not my usual type of writing but idk i was feeling silly and i always wanted to try smau. this is for giggles and shit! â gift credits in the watermark??
that hydrate post made me think about if cassie realised youâd not had anything to drink the entire shift and were starting to look pale
bonus points for it being before youâre even together, she just notices everything about you
pre-relationship
youâd been on your feet for six hours straight, constantly hopping from patient to patient, helping out with traumas in between. this morning was hectic, so you havenât had anything to eat today. youâve been running on coffee and adrenaline.
however, your activity level and food + hydration choices are catching up to you. after discharging a patient, you head to the nursesâ station to pick up another. dana spots you coming over and notices you look pale and sweaty.
âhey, kid. you okay?â the charge nurse asks you, looking your way through the glasses perched on the tip of her nose.
âiâm fine.â
âyouâre lookinâ kinda pale, sweetheart.â
âi didnât get the best sleep last night,â you tell dana. technically, itâs not a lie.
âyou should sit down for a minute.â
âi told you, iâm fine.â
then another voice chimes in.
âyou should sit down.â
you whip your head to the direction of the voice. itâs cassie. your work crush.
âmckay, i have to pick up another patient.â
ignoring your protests, she wheels over a stool up to your side. âsit,â cassie commands. ânow.â
you look at her for a moment before giving in. your feet instantly feel relief and your back can better relax not that youâre sitting.
âwhat have you had to eat today?â
âcoffee,â you reply flatly, giving cassie a joking glare.
but sheâs dead serious.
âiâm going to get you a sandwich.â
âoh my god, youâre being dramatic,â you tell cassie, the lack of food making you more snippy than usual.
âsit the fuck down and donât get up,â cassie grits out, her words harsh but coming from a place of concern. if sheâs not firm, youâll just ignore her.
still sitting, cassie walks away to fetch you food. danaâs smiling to herself, holding back a laugh as she pretends to busy herself in paperwork. you notice though.
âwhat?â you ask dana, clearly annoyed.
âyouâre stubborn.â
âyouâre starting to annoy me as much as mckay is.â
âhm,â dana hums. âi think both of you kids are damn stubborn.â
established relationship
cassie has always been a protective and caring personâitâs in her nature. when you guys started dating, her protectiveness over you only grew stronger. you donât like relying on others for help, and while cassie respects that (sheâs the the same way), she also knows that everyone needs help from time to time.
it was nearing the end of your shift, and you were ready to collapse on your bed. night shift needed someone to cover for them, so you decided to help out by working a double today. you only have to push through for one more hour. one more long hour. then itâs sleep city.
as you round the nursesâ station, needing to check if labs came back for a diabetic patient, you grip the edge of a counter, a wave of dizziness hitting you. bracing yourself, you tilt your head down and close your eyes, spots starting to form. after a few moments, the feeling subsides. you stand back up, lightheadedness still present, but not about to take you out.
âyou need to fucking lay down.â
surprised, you turn around to see cassie staring at you from the desk opposite of where youâre standing. she walks over to you, both worried and frustrated.
âwe get off in an hour. i can lay down then.â
ânot if you faint first.â
âiâm not gonna faint.â
âi just saw that,â cassie says, jestering to you and the spot where you held yourself up on the counter. âthatâs what happens when youâre about to pass out. you look so pale too, baby.â
you open your mouth to protest, but you know your girlfriend is right. youâre too exhausted to argue anyways. with a sigh of resignation, you cross your arms and look at cassie, your gaze warm and open now.
âcâmon,â cassie softly tells you as she wraps an arm around your shoulder. âthereâs a room open in central 10. iâll let dana know youâre using it.â
âwhat if a patient needs it?â
âyou are literally on the verge of fainting, i think you qualify as in need of a room.â
cassie opens the door, dimming the lights for you. she then guides you to the bed and helps you lay down. you close your eyes, the last 24 hours hitting you hard. you feel a hand on your forehead, cassie brushing some hair out of your face, her touch gentle and featherlight.
âmkay,â she murmurs. âiâll be back with your water bottle.â cassie then lets out a small chuckle and shakes her head. âiâm going to have to buy you one of those time marker water bottles.â
âyou better not,â you tell her, opening your eyes just to glare at her.
âyour birthdayâs coming up,â she teases.
âi swear to god cassie, if you buy me one of those stupid time marker water bottlesâŠâ
âdonât worry,â cassie says, a smile hanging on her face. âiâll buy you other stuff too.â
you roll your eyes which makes cassie laugh. she then leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. when she pulls back a soft smile is on her face.
âthanks,â you murmur.
âfor?â cassie taunts.
with a chuckle thatâs more like a scoff, you close your eyes again. âcaring,â you mutter under your breath.
cassie leans forward and gives your nose an affectionate peck. then she kisses your lips, rubbing your arm before retreating.
âiâll be back in a minute, baby. with water.â
No social media aspect in this chapter just wanted to write this...
Morning came to the ED the way it always did, too bright, too loud, and completely indifferent to the âpeaceâ of the night shift.
The shift settled into that familiar end-of-night haze. Charts were wrapped up, monitors reset, and conversations that had been all business for twelve hours softened into tired murmurs. The kind of exhaustion that settled deep in your bones and didn't fully leave until you were home.
You were finishing your last note at the nurses' station when Jack appeared beside you.
No announcement.
No hesitation.
"Ready?" he asked.
You leaned back in your chair.
"Define ready."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Ready to leave."
That one was easy.
"Yeah." You logged off the computer and pushed your chair in. "I'm ready."
The two of you crossed the department together without thinking about it. It was becoming a problem how naturally you fell into step with each other. How neither of you ever seemed to reach for the same supply at the same time anymore because you already knew what the other was grabbing. How the space between you had quietly disappeared.
Outside, the cold morning air hit like a slap.
You instinctively folded your arms across your chest.
Jack noticed instantly.
Without saying a word, he shrugged out of his jacket and held it toward you.
You looked at it.
Then at him.
"I'm not stealing your jacket."
"You're borrowing it." he corrected.
"That's just stealing with permission."
"Put it on."
You sighed dramatically but slipped it over your shoulders anyway.
It was still warm.
And it smelled like him.
Fresh laundry, coffee, and whatever soap he used.
Annoyingly comforting and familiar.
Jack watched you for half a second longer than he probably meant to before looking away.
You stopped beside the passenger door.
"So..." you said carefully. "I assume I'm actually going home this time?"
Jack unlocked the doors with a click.
"I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"Unless you had somewhere else you wanted to be."
You stared at him.
"No."
A beat.
"Home is good."
Another beat.
"Home is very good."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"It's on my way."
You narrowed your eyes.
"I don't believe you."
"You don't?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"If it was on the way, why didnât I get to go home after the bar?"
Jack gave you a flat look.
"Traffic.â
You laughed.
"It was almost one in the morning."
"Get in the truck."
You climbed into the passenger seat, still smiling.
Warm air blasted from the vents almost immediately.
You let out a quiet sigh without realizing it.
Jack noticed.
"Told you."
"I didn't say anything."
"You sighed."
"I was appreciating modern engineering."
"You were cold."
"No, I just really appreciate heating and cooling systems."
Jack shook his head, amused, as he pulled out of the parking lot.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
The city slipped by outside the windows, washed in pale morning light. Rush hour hadn't quite started yet. The roads were mostly empty, the silence inside the truck comfortable in a way that only seemed to exist between the two of you.
Eventually, Jack glanced over.
"Are you okay being home?"
You looked out the window.
The question was simple.
But it felt heavier than that.
You leaned back against the seat.
"Yeah."
A beat.
"It was a pretty easy shift."
Jack nodded once.
He accepted the answer.
Or at least pretended to.
Silence settled between you again.
Not awkward.
Never awkward.
Just...
Comfortable.
The kind of quiet that didn't ask to be filled.
Eventually, the truck slowed to a stop outside your apartment building.
You stared out the windshield for a second longer than necessary.
Because getting out meant ending whatever this was.
The comfortable quiet.
The easy conversation.
Being with Jack without twelve patients demanding your attention.
He shifted the truck into park but left the engine running.
"Are you planning on sitting there all morning?" he asked.
You looked over at him.
"I'm thinking."
"Thatâs dangerous." He chuckled.
"It usually is."
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"What're you thinking about?"
You hesitated.
Then tugged his jacket a little tighter around yourself.
"Nothing important."
Jack studied you.
Long enough that you knew he didn't believe you.
But he didn't push.
He never pushed.
Instead, he climbed out of the truck.
You blinked.
"What are you doing?"
He rounded the front of the truck and opened your door before answering.
"I'm walking you up."
"Jack."
"It isn't a big deal."
"It kind of is."
He shrugged.
"I want to."
Three words.
Simple.
Matter-of-fact.
Yet somehow they landed harder than any grand romantic gesture ever could.
You climbed out of the truck.
"You're ridiculous."
"So I've been told."
Side by side, the two of you walked toward your building.
The city was only just waking up.
People hurried to work with coffees in hand while the two of you shuffled along in wrinkled scrubs, running almost entirely on stubbornness.
Neither of you spoke.
You didn't need to.
At your apartment door, you unlocked the deadbolt before glancing over your shoulder.
Jack already had his hands shoved into his pockets.
Like he was preparing to tell you goodbye.
"Well..." he said. "I'll see you tonight."
Something in your chest tightened.
You opened the door.
Then looked back at him.
"Do you want to come in?"
Jack blinked.
"What?"
You immediately started talking faster.
"Before you say noâthis is me making up for breakfast."
He frowned.
"You made me breakfast." You explained.
"I know."
"So how are you making up for it?"
"I'm making you second breakfast."
Jack laughed.
"Second breakfast?"
"We just worked twelve hours."
"So?"
"So you should get some rest."
You shook your head.
âI want to do this.â
âLet me correct myself, let me do this.â
Jack couldn't argue with that.
A reluctant smile spread across his face.
"Alright."
You stepped aside dramatically.
"Excellent decision, Doctor."
The apartment was warm.
Comfortably cluttered.
A lived-in sort of cozy.
Your shoes were kicked off almost immediately.
Jack lingered by the door.
"Don't judge me."
"I haven't said anything."
"I can feel you evaluating my decorating choices."
Jack looked around.
Your apartment was made up of all his favorite parts of you.Â
Jack let his eyes wonder over every picture, trinket, and memory scattered around the living room.
A solid thump echoed somewhere deeper in the apartment.
Jack's attention was directed towards the noise.
"What was that?"
"Snoopy."
Then the unmistakable sound of tiny paws sprinting across hardwood.
"Oh boy."
A black-and-white blur rounded the corner at full speed.
Snoopy didn't hesitate.
Didn't stop to inspect the stranger.
Didn't even acknowledge you.
He launched himself directly at Jack.
"Woah.â
Jack barely managed to catch him before the cat scrambled up his chest, climbed onto his shoulder, and immediately began purring loud enough to shake the room.
You stared.
Then burst out laughing.
"Oh."
Jack looked between you and the cat now draped around his shoulders like a scarf.
"He likes you."
"I noticed."
Snoopy rubbed his face against Jack's jaw.
Aggressively.
Jack stood completely still.
"Am I being mugged?"
"Basically."
"I thought cats were supposed to be cautious."
"Snoopy has terrible stranger danger."
The cat headbutted Jack again.
Hard.
Jack looked genuinely bewildered.
"We've never met."
"He doesnât care."
"He seems very confident."
"He usually is." You nodded.
Jack carefully shifted Snoopy into his arms like a baby.
The cat settled immediately.
Perfectly content.
Like he'd found exactly where he belonged.
Jack looked down at him.
"I think your cat just adopted me."
You smiled.
"Congratulations."
"I didn't apply."
"He doesn't care."
Jack scratched behind Snoopy's ears without thinking.
The purring somehow got louder.
You pointed accusingly.
"Oh, don't encourage him."
"I don't think I have a choice."
"No."
You grinned.
"You really don't."
You disappeared into the kitchen.
"I'll cook."
Jack followed a few steps behind, Snoopy still occupying his arms.
"You sure?" He asked.Â
"You made me breakfast."
"I only made pancakes."
"You also made eggs."
"They were overcooked."
"They were edible." You argued.
"Barely."
"I appreciated the effort."
Jack leaned against the counter.
"I think you're grading on a curve."
"I might be biased."
You opened the refrigerator.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Food."
"Very specific."
"I've been awake for almost twenty hours."
"Fair."
You started pulling ingredients onto the counter.
Eggs.
Cheese.
Spinach.
Bacon.
Jack watched you work.
Comfortable.
Efficient.
Like you'd done this a hundred times.
"You cook a lot?"
You shrugged.
"Sometimes but cooking for one is kind of boring.â
He blinked.
"Either I cook a lot or I eat cereal for four consecutive dinners."
Jack laughed.
"There is no middle ground?"
"None."
"I believe that."
Snoopy finally climbed out of Jack's lap to supervise from a nearby stool.
Which mostly consisted of staring hopefully at the bacon.
Jack watched the two of you.
You humming quietly while you cooked.
Your cat weaving around your legs.
Morning sunlight spilling through the kitchen windows.
It didn't feel like visiting.
It felt...
Dangerously domestic.
Comfortable in a way Jack wasn't prepared for.
He found himself wondering what it would be like if this was normal.
If coming here after a shift wasn't unusual.
If this was simply where he ended every morning.
The thought settled somewhere deep in his chest.
Heavy.
Hopeful.
And more than a little terrifying.
He looked over just as you glanced back at him.
"What?"
He realized he'd been staring.
"Nothing."
You smiled knowingly.
"Liar."
Jack smiled to himself.
Maybe.
The bacon hissed in the pan.
Coffee brewed in the background.
Snoopy had promoted himself from Jack's lap to the kitchen island, where he sat supervising with the authority of a tiny manager.
You pointed a spatula at him.
"I swear to God, if you steal my bacon..."
Snoopy blinked.
Jack looked between the two of you.
"Better make him a plate.âÂ
You rolled your eyes.Â
âHeâs spoiled rotten.âÂ
You plated everything onto two oversized plates before sliding one across the counter toward him.
i have no clue why there is a content warning đ
its.y/n girls nite <3
melissaking thank you for coming with us!
its.y/n I will always show up for you Mel king :))
mateodiaz thanks for the invite
its.y/n read the caption and then think about that again
trinsantos my babies
victoria.j sneak me in the bar with you next time
its.y/n as a medical professional I should say no as your friend OKAY
j.abbot stay safe girls
âââ
You were drunk.
Piss drunk.
Long past buzzed.
Long past tipsy.
The kind of drunk where every story was hilarious and every decision felt like a good one.
Which was exactly why your phone was currently in your hands.
Trinity noticed immediately.
âOh no.â
You looked up.
âWhat?â
She pointed at your screen.
âWho are you calling?â
You glanced down.
Jack Abbot.
A perfectly reasonable person to call.
Who doesn't call their boss from a crowded bar.
âNobody.â
âYouâre smiling.â
âI smile all the time.â
âYou absolutely do not.â
Mel leaned across the table.
âWho is it?â
âNobody.â
âYou just said nobody twice.â
âBecause itâs nobody.â
Before you could react, Trinity snatched your phone.
Her eyes widened immediately.
Then she started cackling.
âOh my God.â
âWhat?â
âOH MY GOD.â
You lunged for the phone.
She held it above her head.
âTrinity.â You huffed.
âYou are drunk dialing Jack.â
Mel nearly spit out her drink.
âNo.â
âYES.â
âGive me that.â
The two of them were laughing so hard they were becoming a spectacle.
You finally managed to grab your phone back.
âItâs not a drunk dial.â
âIt is literally a drunk dial.â
âNo.â
âWho else have you called tonight?â
You paused.
âNo one.â
Mel pointed dramatically.
âCase closed.â
You rolled your eyes.
âI just miss him.â
The second the words left your mouth, both women froze.
Then looked at each other.
Then back at you.
Then immediately burst into laughter again.
âOh, sheâs gone.â Trinity said.
âAbsolutely gone.â Mel agreed.
âYou guys are awful.â
An embarrassed heat taking over your whole body.
You looked back down at your phone.
Jackâs contact stared back at you.
Your thumb hovered over the call button.
Trinity noticed.
âDo it.â
âWhat?â
âDo it.â
âI wasnât going to.â
âYou absolutely were.â
Mel leaned forward.
âCall him.â
You narrowed your eyes.
âWhy are you encouraging this?â
You had hoped, no prayed that Mel out of the three of you would keep some sort of morale compass.
âBecause itâll be interesting.â
âYouâre a terrible friend.â
âI know.â Mel nodded.
âCall him.â
With a dramatic sigh, you hit the button.
The phone started ringing.
Immediately, panic set in.
âOh my God.â
Trinity slapped a hand over her mouth.
Mel was practically vibrating with excitement.
âAbort mission.â
âToo late.â You frowned.
The phone rang again.
Thenâ
âHello?â
Your entire face lit up.
âJack.â
There was a pause.
A very long pause.
âHow drunk are you?â
Trinity folded in half laughing.
Mel buried her face in her hands.
Jack sighed.
The sound somehow made you smile wider.
âWhere are you?â
âAt a bar.â
âHelpful.â
âThere are people.â
âIâm sure there are.â
âAnd music.â
âUnbelievable.â
You laughed.
Jack immediately sounded suspicious.
âY/N.â
âWhat?â
âHow much have you had to drink?â
You looked at Trinity.
She held up seven fingers.
You looked at Mel.
She held up both hands.
Traitors.
âA normal amount.â
Jack groaned.
âA number.â He deadpanned.
âA lady never tells.â
âA doctor should.â
You laughed so hard you nearly slipped off your stool.
Jack immediately noticed the noise through the phone.
âDid you almost fall?â
âNo.â
âThat wasnât convincing.â
Jack sighed again.
You could practically picture him rubbing a hand over his face.
âAre you with anybody?â
âTrinity and Mel.â
âGood.â
The concern in his voice softened something in your chest.
âJack?â
âWhat?â
You smiled.
âI miss you.â
Mel smacked the bar.
Trinity nearly slid out of her chair.
On the phone, silence.
Thenâ
âYouâre drunk.â
âI know.â
âYou only say things like that when youâre drunk.â
âNot true.â
âIt is absolutely true.â
You thought about it.
âYou don't know how I feel.â
A laugh escaped him.
And suddenly the teasing from your friends didnât matter anymore.
Because you got what you wanted.
You got Jack.
His voice.
His attention.
His laugh.
The familiar comfort of him.
âWhich bar are you at?â
You told him.
The line went quiet.
Thenâ
âStay there.â
You blinked.
âWhat?â
âStay where you are.â
âWhy?â
âIâm coming to get you.â
Your stomach did a weird little flip.
âReally?â
âYes.â
âJack, you donât have toââ
âIâm already grabbing my keys.â
The words came so naturally.
Like there had never been another option.
Like of course heâd come.
You swallowed.
âOh.â
His voice softened.
âYou okay?â
âYeah.â
âGood.â
âAnd Y/N?â
âHm?â
âNo more drinks.â
You looked at the fresh drink Mel had just slid toward you.
Then slowly pushed it away.
Mel looked personally offended.
âOh, thatâs crazy.â
âWhat?â
âYouâve never listened to me that fast.â
You pointed at your phone.
âThatâs because Jack said it.â
Jack laughed.
Actually laughed.
And somehow that made your entire night.
âââ
Twenty minutes later the doors to the bar opened.
Mel spotted him first.
âOh, wow.â
âWhat?â
âHe got here fast.â
Trinity looked over and immediately started grinning.
âOh, thatâs bad.â
You followed their gaze.
And there he was.
Scanning the crowd.
Looking tired.
Slightly annoyed.
And very concerned.
His eyes landed on you.
He visibly relaxed.
Mel caught it immediately.
âSo weâre all seeing that, right?â
âSeeing what?â you asked.
âThe way he looked relieved the second he found you.â
Your face warmed.
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
âAbsolutely yes.â
Jack finally made it to the bar.
His eyes immediately landed on you.
âHi.â
A dopey smile spread across your face.
âThere you are.â
His expression softened despite himself.
âHi.â
Mel looked between the two of you.
Then at Trinity.
Then back at the two of you.
âOh my God.â
âWhat?â you asked.
âYou two are exhausting.â
Jack frowned.
âWhat did I do?â
âYou showed up.â
âIââ
âAnd she looks like Christmas morning because you did.â
You dropped your face into your hands.
Trinity was laughing too hard to be helpful.
Jack looked suspiciously interested in the floor.
Which only made Mel laugh harder.
âOkay, Iâm leaving before I have to watch this anymore.â
âYou are the worst.â
âI know.â
Trinity grabbed Mel and her purse and pointed at Jack.
âGet her home.â
Jack nodded immediately.
âThatâs the plan.â
Trinity pointed at you.
âAnd you.â
âWhat?â
âText me tomorrow.â
âWhy?â
âI need to know if youâre embarrassed.â
You groaned.
Mel cackled.
A few minutes later, Jackâs hand settled lightly against your lower back as he guided you toward the door.
Comforting.
Protective.
Warm.
And despite the alcohol clouding your brain, one thought still managed to break through.
You had called him.
And heâd come.
Just like you hoped he would.
The second the car doors shut, silence settled around you.
Comfortable silence.
The kind that only existed between two people who spent twelve hours at a time together.
Jack pulled out of the parking lot while you immediately melted into the passenger seat.
âSeatbelt.â
You groaned.
âIâm an adult."
âAnd drunk.â
âThatâs unrelated.â
Jack simply waited.
You rolled your eyes before clicking the seatbelt into place.
âThere.â
âThank you.â
The city lights blurred together outside your window.
Your head felt pleasantly fuzzy.
For a while neither of you spoke.
The radio played quietly.
Jack drove.
You fought a losing battle against sleep.
Eventually, something felt off.
You squinted through the windshield.
âJack.â
âHm?â
âThis isnât the way to my apartment.â
âIt is not.â
You blinked.
Then blinked again.
âWhy?â
Jack kept his eyes on the road.
âBecause I live closer.â
Your brain took a second to catch up.
âOh.â
âYou can barely keep your eyes open.â
âI absolutely can.â
You punctuated the statement with a yawn.
Jack didnât even bother responding.
âYouâre sleeping at my place tonight.â
You sat up straighter.
âA sleepover?â
Jack laughed.
âNo.â
âIt sounds like a sleepover.â
âIt isnât.â
âIt kind of is.â
âY/N.â
âWhat?â
âPlease donât call it a sleepover.â
That only made you grin.
âYou donât want to have a sleepover with me?â
Jack rubbed a hand over his face.
âThis is exactly why.â
You laughed and settled back into your seat.
The truth was, even through the alcohol, you werenât worried.
Not even a little.
If anything, the idea of crashing at Jackâs felt safe.
Comfortable even.
You trusted him completely.
Which was probably why you didnât think twice about it.
By the time he pulled into the parking garage beneath his building, you were half asleep.
âCome on.â
You groaned dramatically.
âNo.â
âY/N.â
âIâm tired.â
âI know.â
âCarry me.â
Jack snorted.
âAbsolutely not.â
You held your arms out anyway.
A beat passed.
Then another.
Finally, Jack sighed.
âYouâre impossible.â
The next thing you knew, an arm was around your shoulders guiding you toward the elevator.
Close enough.
You accepted the compromise.
The elevator ride was quiet.
You were leaning heavily against the wall.
Jack looked annoyingly unaffected by the fact that it was nearly two in the morning.
âDo you always kidnap drunk women from bars?â
âYou called me.â
âThatâs not an answer.â
âItâs the only answer youâre getting.â
The elevator doors opened.
A few moments later, Jack was unlocking his apartment.
Youâd never been there before.
The apartment was exactly what youâd expected.
Neat.
Organized.
Everything in its place.
Very Jack.
You stepped inside and looked around.
âHuh.â
âWhat?â
âYou live here.â
Jack stared at you.
âI do.â
âThis is weird.â
âYouâve been here for three seconds.â
âStill weird.â
A laugh escaped him.
He tossed his keys into a bowl by the door.
âBathroomâs down the hall.â
You nodded.
Then immediately wandered in the opposite direction.
âNot that way.â
You turned around.
âRight.â
Jack pointed again.
You saluted him.
He looked exhausted already.
By the time you emerged a few minutes later, heâd disappeared into his bedroom.
You heard drawers opening.
Then he reappeared carrying an oversized Pittsburgh sweatshirt.
âHere.â
You looked down at it.
Then up at him.
Then back at the sweatshirt.
âYou want me to wear your clothes?â
Jack immediately regretted his decision.
You could see it on his face.
âOh no.â
âJack.â
âJust change into something comfortable.â
You held the sweatshirt dramatically against your chest.
âJack gave me his sweatshirt.â You sang.
âY/N.â
âIâm never taking it off.â
You grinned.
A faint blush crept up the back of his neck.
And suddenly that was far more entertaining than anything happening at the bar.
âââ
A little while later you emerged from the bathroom drowning in his smell.
âHow do i look?âÂ
You spun in the doorway.Â
Jack looked up from where he was sitting on the couch.
And froze.
For just a second.
Long enough for you to catch it.
Long enough for something warm to settle in your stomach.
Then he cleared his throat.
âGreatâ
Very smooth, Abbot.
You smiled to yourself.
âWhere am I sleeping?â
âThe couch.â
Your smile disappeared.
âWhat?â
âThe couch.â
âYou invited me to a sleepover and now youâre making me sleep on the couch?â
Jack dropped his head into his hands.
âIt is not a sleepover.â
âIt feels like a sleepover.â
âIt isnât.â
You laughed.
Jack pointed toward the couch.
âBlankets are in the basket.â
âFine.â
You dramatically flopped onto the cushions.
A few seconds passed.
Thenâ
âJack?â
He was already halfway down the hall.
âWhat?â
âThank you.â
His expression softened.
The teasing disappeared.
The exhaustion stayed.
But underneath it was something warmer.
Something that made your chest hurt a little.
âYou donât have to thank me.â
âI do.â
âNo.â
You smiled.
âStill.â
For a moment neither of you moved.
Then Jack nodded once.
âGet some sleep.â
You watched him disappear into his bedroom.
A minute later the apartment went quiet.
And as you curled deeper into his sweatshirt, surrounded by the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the fabric, one sleepy thought crossed your mind.
Jack sure took awfully good care of you.
That reassurance let you fall right asleep.
Jack lasted all of twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of lying in bed staring at his ceiling.
Twenty minutes of telling himself you were fine.
You were asleep.
Safe.
A few feet away.
There was absolutely no reason for him to get up and check on you.
And yet.
With a quiet sigh, Jack pushed himself out of bed and grabbed his crutches.
Just one look.
Then heâd go back to sleep.
The apartment was dark when he stepped into the living room.
Only the glow from a streetlight filtered through the windows.
At first, he thought the couch was empty.
Then he saw you.
Curled awkwardly on your side.
One arm hanging off the couch.
Still wearing his sweatshirt.
Fast asleep.
And somehowâŠ
You hadnât touched a single blanket.
Jack stared.
The blankets sat exactly where heâd left them.
Folded neatly in the basket.
Unused.
Of course.
He should have known.
You were the same person who could fall asleep in the break room sitting upright.
The fact that youâd ignored every blanket in the apartment was honestly the least surprising thing about tonight.
A fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âUnbelievable.â
You didnât stir.
Jack crossed the room quietly.
Careful not to wake you.
Up close he could see how deeply asleep you were.
Your hair was a mess.
One cheek squished into the couch cushion.
Mouth slightly open.
Completely defenseless.
Completely comfortable.
Because you trusted him.
The thought settled heavily in his chest.
Jack reached down and carefully pulled one of the blankets over you.
The second it touched you, you instinctively burrowed deeper into it.
He nearly laughed.
Even asleep you were dramatic.
For a moment he just stood there.
Watching.
Taking in the sight.
The blanket tucked around your shoulders.
The peaceful expression on your face.
You looked softer when you slept.
The reality hit him harder than usual in the quiet of the apartment.
So much life ahead of you.
So many things you still wanted.
Jack swallowed hard.
The familiar insecurity settled into his chest.
The one he tried not to think about.
The one that never seemed to go away.
His eyes drifted over your face.
Then quickly away again.
Dangerous.
This was dangerous.
Because somewhere along the way heâd stopped looking forward to seeing you at work.
He expected it.
Needed it.
Because somewhere along the way your laugh had become his favorite sound.
And because somewhere along the way heâd fallen completely and utterly in love with you.
You shifted suddenly.
Mumbling something unintelligible.
Jack froze.
A sleepy frown crossed your face.
Thenâ
âJack.â
His heart nearly stopped.
You were still asleep.
Barely conscious.
Just dreaming.
Yet somehow youâd still said his name.
Your frown disappeared.
You settled deeper into the couch.
Comfortable again.
Jack let out a slow breath.
A helpless smile finding its way onto his face.
âYeah, sweetheart.â
The word slipped out before he could stop it.
Soft.
Affectionate.
Dangerously honest.
You didnât hear it.
Didnât react.
Just continued sleeping.
Probably for the best.
After another moment, Jack carefully brushed a piece of hair away from your face.
A simple gesture.
One heâd never be brave enough to do while you were awake.
Then he stepped back.
Giving himself some distance before he did something stupid.
Like stay.
Like keep watching you sleep.
Like start imagining things he had no business imagining.
âGoodnight, little lamb.â
The old nickname felt different now.
Heavier.
Not quite innocent anymore.
Not after tonight.
Not after the way his chest tightened every time you smiled at him.
Not after the way heâd dropped everything to come get you.
Not after the way youâd called him first.
Jack lingered for one final second.
Completely unaware that if heâd stayed another thirty seconds, he wouldâve heard your sleepy voice drift through the darkness.
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x mom!wife!reader x toddler!daughter
Warnings:: toddler tantrums, violent outbursts, emotional burnout, angst to comfort, crying, guilt, feelings of inadequacy.
Summary: Toddlerhood is hard, but dealing with an overtired three years old who weapons grade fights sleep is a whole different level of exhausting.
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
The living room floor was a minefield of plastic building blocks, and at the center of the chaos stood your three years old daughter, Maya.
Her face was flushed beetroot red, tears mixing with sweat as she let out another piercing shriek.
She was exhausted. You knew it, and deep down, she knew it, but she was fighting sleep with everything her tiny body had.
"No bedtime! Bad mommy!" she screamed, her voice cracking. Before you could even blink, a plastic toy truck came flying through the air, clipping your shoulder. " I hate you!"
"Maya, absolutely not. We do not throw things," you said, your voice tight as you tried to maintain a calm exterior despite the exhaustion rattling your own bones.
You stepped forward to lift her up, but she lashed out, kicking her legs wildly and catching you square in the shin. "Go away! You're ugly! Leave!"
"Maya, babygirl, please."
"Don't like you! Bad mommy!"
"Hey. That is enough."
The commanding voice came from the doorway. Jack stood there, his bag slung over one shoulder. He went only one hour into his shift before coming back home because he had a bad feelinf. And damn right he was.
He had just walked through the front door, but his eyes took in the entire scene in less than a second: the flying toys, your slumped shoulders, and the irrational fury of a toddler operating on zero battery.
Jack dropped his bag and was at your side in an instant. He didn't yell, but the sheer gravity of his presence immediately drew Mayaâs tear filled eyes toward him.
He placed a hand on your lower back, leaning slightly and leaving a kiss on your shoulder. "Go upstairs," he murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the screaming match that had just been taking place. "I've got her."
"Jack, sheâs just throwing a tantrum, I shouldâ"
"You've been dealing with her enough," Jack interrupted gently, giving your waist a supportive squeeze. "Go. Run a bath, lie down. Let me handle it."
With am exhausted nod, you stepped back. Maya noticed your retreat and tried to go with you.
"M-Mommy." She called for you with a tiny voice, it was like all her anger vanished the moment you turned your back to her.
But Jack smoothly stepped into her line of sight.
"Maya," Jack said, his voice was firm. "Look at me."
The toddler sniffed, big tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to look away. Jack didn't react to her hostility.
"Wan-Want Mommy."
"I know. But you're being mean."
"No! Mommy!" She screamed looking past Jack body. He lifted her up as she looked at the stairs.
"We don't throw things at Mommy, and we don't use mean words. Mommy loves you, and you hurt her feelings," he said, keeping his tone perfectly even, treating the tantrum less like a behavioral crisis and more like a symptom of acute fatigue. "You are very tired. It's time to sleep."
"No! No sleep!" Maya kicked her legs, trying to scape from Jack's srms.
"No. Maya, stop. I'm not going to put you dowm. I know you're tired, sweetheart, the fighting is over."
Maya looked up at her dad. Realizing her violent outbursts weren't going to work anymore, the fight slowly drained out of her. The anger melted away, leaving only a profoundly exhausted little girl.
She let out a pathetic sob and collapsed forward, burying her face into Jackâs shoulder.
Jack immediately softened, scooping her in his arms and supporting her head. "I know, bug, I know," he whispered, rubbing circles into her back as he walked to the girl's room. He walked her slowly around, humming low under his breath until her lashes finally fluttered shut against his neck.
Once she was sleep, Jack walked back into the bedroom, the silence of the house finally settling in. He spotted you by the armchair, a laundry basket resting at your feet.
"She's out," Jack said softly as he watched you. "Completely dead to the world. Didn't even wake up when I put her in the crib."
You didn't look up. Your hands were busy smoothing out a tiny pair of leggings, folding them into a neat square, and placing them on the stack. You just nodded, your jaw tight, and reached for the next item in the basket.
Jack waited for a moment, expecting you to say something, or at least sigh in relief. But the room remained dead quiet.
His brow furrowed slightly. He walked over and you still didn't look up, your focus entirely locked on a pair of toddler socks.
"Hey," Jack murmured, reaching out. He gently caught your wrists, stopping your hands mid fold. "Look at me. Whatâs going on?"
The moment his warm hands made contact with yours, the fragile wall youâd built up over the last hour completely shattered.
Your hands trembled under his grip. You tried to swallow down the lump in your throat, but a choked sob escaped your lips instead. The sock dropped from your fingers back into the basket as you completely broke down, covering your face with your hands as the tears finally poured out.
Jack stepped into your space, pulling you tightly against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair as your shoulders shook with uncontrollable sobs.
"What's wrong, doll? Talk to me," he whispered, holding you.
"I hate it," you cried, your voice muffled against his chest. "I hate it so much. I hate when she gets like that. And I shouldn't. I'm her mom."
"I know, sweetheart. Itâs draining," Jack murmured, rubbing your back.
"No, it's not just that," you choked out, pulling back to look at him, your eyes red and brimming with fresh tears. "Itâs not just tonight. Itâs... itâs been every single day this week. This is the fifth time sheâs had a meltdown like this. She just snaps when she's sleepy and I don't know what else to do to calm her down. I tried, I swear, I'm really trying."
Jack froze, his chest tightening as he looked down at you. "Every day? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Be-because you were working," you confessed, your voice cracking with the weight of the secret you'd been carrying. "I can't call you over a tantrum. You're saving lives. I didn't want to add it to your stress. I didn't want you worrying about us when you're already carrying so much on your shoulders, so I just... I tried to just handle it."
Jack closed his eyes for a brief second, cursing the grueling demands of his schedule that had left you feeling so isolated.
"Fuck, baby," he breathed, wrapping his arms even tighter around you. "You never have to protect me from our life. You should not have been dealing with this alone."
"She looks at me with so much anger," you sobbed, the words tumbling out now that the dam had burst. "She screams that she hates me, she calls me names, she throws things at my head... I know she's just a baby. I know she's just tired and doesn't mean it, but it hurts so bad. It makes me feel like a horrible mother. Iâve spent the last days dreading the afternoon because I know what's coming, and I feel like a monster for not wanting to be around my own daughter."
Jack let you cry for a long moment, letting the worst of the pent up trauma from the week pass. He just held you, absorbing the tremors of your exhaustion. When your breathing finally began to slow, he gently leaned back, keeping his hands securely on your neck so you had to meet his gaze.
"Look at me, baby," he commanded softly. "You are not a monster. When someone is screaming in your face, throwing things at you, and calling you names, your brain goes into fight mode. It doesn't matter if that person is a grown adult or a thirty pound toddler. It takes an emotional toll on you, especially five days in a row."
He reached up, using the pads of his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears tracking down your cheeks.
"It is entirely valid that you hate those moments. I'd be worried about you if you didn't hate them," Jack continued. "It doesn't mean you don't love her. It just means you're human, and you're taking the brunt of her worst moments because you're her safe space. She looked for you the second you walked away. But she needs to learn that what she's doing is wrong and you'll not always have the strength to deal with her. Your safety matters too."
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"We are a team, okay? From now on, Iâm adjusting my shift so I can stop her throwing things before sleep, and the second I walk through that door in the morning, you pass the baton to me. You don't have to sit there and take it alone anymore."
You let out a shaky breath as you nodded, leaning back into his warmth. "Okay. Thank you, baby."
"I love you," he murmured, pulling you back into his arms and resting his chin on your head. "Leave the laundry. Let's just go to bed."
summary: jack abbot is a big fan of calling people pet names. it drives you nuts.
pairing: jack abbot x resident!reader
tags: afab reader, pet names [sweetheart, best girl], jack abbot being a cocky flirt, r has a huge crush on him
word count: 0.9k
notes: for all of those that were victims of workplace crushes <3
Doctors are not nice. Never have been, never will be. Even your professors in medical school had been made of stone, steel-faced and stubborn, refusing to let even a slight slipup happen without any consequence. It was excusable, the behavior of doctors, due to what they saw everyday and what they held in their hands. You have felt yourself becoming thicker-skinned as youâve spent your years inside of the emergency department, an unmovable object in the unfair windstorm of life.
But Jack Abbot is not mean. He is not unfair or harsh. He is empathetic and gentle despite the consistent pressure always put on his shoulders. Itâs jarring, compared to all of your other mentors. Dr. Robby, who will scold you until his face turns red beneath that beard and scruff, or the residents that have inherited their attitudes from him.
Itâs only human nature, the fact that you find yourself so drawn to Abbot. Beneath the cool demeanor you keep, youâre just a being of nerves and flesh and blood and synapses, all willing to work on their own without your help. The drastic difference between how others treated those beneath them and Abbot was enough to get your stomach churning and heart racing, as much as you passed it off as a stupid workplace crush.
The worst part was that he couldnât keep his nicknames to himself.
âYou alright, sweetheart?â He asks as he steps beside you, a respectful amount of inches away as he glances at the patient board youâve been so adamantly focused on for the past few minutes. âYouâve been standing here for a while.â
The name settles deep in your gut, an uncomfortable feeling that makes you fidgety. Your thumb drums against the counter as you pass the most nonchalant look you can summon over at him, lips pulling into a tight smile. âFine. Just dozed off a little bit.â
Jackâs gaze travels over you like heâs trying to find something physically wrong, taking in the way you jut out your hips to take some pressure off of your back. He reaches out to press his hand into the small of your back, nudging you to sit up straight again. âGo take a break. Sit down and rest your feet for a moment, get a snack and a cup of coffee, come back your best self.â
âNo, Dr. Abbot, really,â you argue. A hand raises defensively while the other gestures to the bustling hallways of the emergency room. âI have a few patients I need to check on and another couple that need to be discharged âcause theyâve already been here all night.â
Despite your protests, your attending simply crosses his arms over his chest and stares you down. âIâll check with Lena and handle all of that.â
Immediately, the two of you end up in a staring contest. You with parted lips and a complaint hanging on the tip of your tongue and Jack with a clench of his jaw and a flex of muscle in his bicep. Finally, your shoulders drop in defeat, causing your attendingâs face to relax in victory. âGo on, then,â he coaxes.
With a childish huff, you spin on your heel, irritation prickling up your spine. Who did Jack Abbot think he was, telling you when you needed to take a break? When was the last time he had taken a break? Sat down? Ate a snack in the middle of a busy night shift?
His cocky face is imprinted in your mind as you burst into the break room, sitting down on one of the chairs so abruptly that it screeches against the linoleum. Youâre pouting, and deathly aware of it, but in the closed room of the breakroom there is no judgement to be cast and so you allow yourself to be grumpy about being sidelined.
Stupid Jack Abbot and his stupid nicknames and his stupid empathy for every little thing.
After approximately fifteen minutes of staring at the wall and allowing your brain to shut off for the first time all night, the door to the breakroom creaks open slowly, bringing in a wave of noise until it shuts again.Â
âHowâs my favorite girl?â Jack asks, bracing his hand on the back of an unoccupied chair. âDo you feel better?â
There it is, that foolish gut feeling again the minute that sweet timbre hits your ears. Youâve never been one to crave praise, or even be flustered by it, however it was infuriatingly different when it came from your extremely handsome attending.
You prop your elbow up on the table, placing your chin in the palm of your hand and giving him your best bored look. âDying of boredom from being sidelined,â you grump.
He just chuckles at your antics, reaching over to grab your wrist. In response, you lift your head so that he can place your hand down, breaking down your grumpy exterior physically. âYou werenât sidelined, you were told to take a break, there is a difference.â His hand lands on the top of your head, fingertips scrunching your hair and loosening it from your ponytail.
With an irritated grunt, you swat away his hand. âI donât see you tellinâ anyone else to take a break.â You scrunch your nose at him mockingly, leaning back in your chair to look up at him.
Jack is the picture of amused, reaching out to pinch your chin playfully. âI donât worry about anyone else that much,â he replies.
Finally, he pats your cheek gently with just his fingertips. âCâmon, sweetheart. Stop pouting and get out there.â With that, he turns and exits the breakroom, leaving you to gape at the door while trying to find a way to steady your own tachycardia.
How were you supposed to treat patients when Jack Abbot was so tempted to make you one?
"but I haven't shaved" I don't think I remember asking if you shaved I think I remember telling you to take those panties off and spreading those pretty legs so I can makes you feel good
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