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Sunshine & The Sea

Part One |

A/N: Random passion project. Wrote this in two days. Still working on other things like We Need Each Other, but I was having a bad day. Catching fire is my comfort film & it inspired this whole mess. Enjoy?

Pairing(s): Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader (Mostly !Gender Neutral PLEASE READ THE NOTE) (Also Reader Goes By Sunshine)

IMPORTANT NOTE: I only incorporated Fem Reader here because it is hard for me to figure out how to incorporate a nonbinary tribute into this gendered story. Reader is reaped as the girl tribute but otherwise is completely ungendered. I figured that was the best I could do :(

Synopsis: President Snow, picture of perfection, brings to this world a bastard. You (Sorry lol). It would ruin his reputation, so he sends them to a safe district. District Four. Surely career tributes will volunteer each year & you'll live a semi happy, long life.

Well, they don't. You get reaped in your last eligible year at eighteen. This brings you right into the arms of a very broken young Finnick Odair.

Contains (In This Chapter Only): Canon typical violence, gross man behavior, all warning related to The Hunger Games should really cover it, trauma, a lot of crying (As we know, BonkWosher loves to hurt fictional men).

Eighteen Years Ago — The Capitol Mansion

"Guards!" Snow's voice boomed.

The young woman cowered under his looming form. She turned to run but he grabbed her arm in a vice grip. The sound of peacekeepers was not far behind.

"Coryo, please—"

He let out a near growl at that name. Snow grabbed the young woman by the neck & pulled her in. "You had no right to bring that child into existence. It was stupid of you to bring them to me."

When the peacekeepers arrived, he discarded the woman. She crumpled to the floor, her dress catching on the edge of a table & ripping. Snow turned his back to her & looked out the window, each hand gripping the windowsill so tight that it groaned. The faceless soldiers knew what to do & dragged her away. Only one stayed, the commander.

"President Snow," The commander asked in his usual, unwavering voice. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Coriolanus Snow had hardly listened to the soldier. His whole being was enraptured by the wooden basinet before him. The small babbles & gurgles that escaped it. All he did was fuck a woman off the street. No love, no care. Yet something much more tangible was brought to him.

He looked at the baby inside. You were not his, you were not supposed to happen. At least, that's what he told himself. It would be a scandal, would ruin his reputation. He'd make sure no one ever knew & there was only one way to do that.

"Take this child to District Four."

Present Day — District Four — The Day Of The Reaping

You were walking along the beach collecting shells with other kids from the orphanage. It was a sunny day on the day of The Reaping. If it were any other day, you'd have taken everyone out for a beach day. Gone playing in the water, built sand castles. Sadly, that couldn't be the case. You all had to wear your nicest clothes for when you'd later be broadcasted to The Capitol.

You never were picked up by a family, most orphans didn't get that chance anyway. For most, you barely got by supporting your own family. You considered yourself fairly lucky, though, you had a huge family of kids around your age. The man that ran the orphanage, Mr. House, was also very pleasant.

Yes, it was sad when kids aged out & went to work on the fishing boats or in the rare case where one of the orphans got picked for the games. But, you lived in a career district so it was usually just a moment of fear before someone volunteered to take their place. Still, it wasn't like you were in District One or Two, so careers weren't as common. There is a small pack around your age, you'll see them training with their parents who are just trying to bring honor back to District Four.

You remembered when you lost Sandy to the games. It was impossible to watch that year. She was as old as you were, only thirteen when she got reaped. You try your best to avoid watching the games outside of the mandatory viewings. You cover the TV in the orphanage with a blanket so the young ones don't see.

The person you'd say you're closest to now is Dean. He's only twelve now so it feels safer. He was never at risk for a games until this year & you ensured he never added his name for food. Really, the fact that you're still here is a fluke. You have put your name in over one hundred times to feed yourself & the orphans over the years. Even just to help struggling families. Little did you know there was a career boy looking after you.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Matthew called out.

He was eighteen as well. Fair skinned but tan. His hair was brown & short cut, which wasn't as common. He was an odd looking guy. Very built & ominous. Still, he always seemed to sweeten up around you.

Matthew stepped between you & Dean, throwing his arm over your shoulders. "How are you this fine morning?"

"Ugh, Matthew." You giggled & pushed him away.

He whispered something to Dean that had the young boy running off to play with the other kids. Matthew turned back to you, looking a little more nervous now. "So, uh— I wanted to ask you something."

"What's up?"

You gave him the sweet, soft, genuine smile you gave everyone else but in his eyes, it was just for him. Everything you did was just for him. Even this cute little sun dress you had on now, it wasn't for the reaping or for yourself. You were drawing him in, knowing he'd show up. At least, that's what he thought.

"I was thinking I'd send in Nyla & Alec this year & stay back, instead of volunteering," He admitted sheepishly.

Matthew has always boasted about being a career tribute one day. As soon as he turned eighteen, he would volunteer. Why is he now changing his mind last minute?

"Really?" You asked genuinely.

"Yeah, they really want to go & I wanted to make sure that… you know, I'd be here for you."

"For me?" You asked, oblivious. Though that sneaking feeling begin to rise.

Matthew nods his head. "Yeah, so we can be together. I mean, we've known each other so long. I've picked up on all your signs—"

You scoff, genuinely. Not that he's not a nice guy, but he's Matthew! Boy nextdoor, secretly kind of crazy Matthew. You couldn't see yourself with him. Not a man that boasted about wanting to kill other kids all his life. It felt wrong.

"What?"

Matthew's brows knitted together, a scowl quickly covering his charm. His tone was more accusative than reasoning. "I've spent the past six years protecting you. I deserve you."

"Protecting me? Deserve— What are you talking about?"

"You're supposed to be mine, Sunshine! Mine! That's how this was supposed to go." He lunges forward to grab you. Maybe to hold you? Convince you of his love.

You dodge swiftly & start running. You remember to call out to Dean & the small boy runs to catch up to you. A turn of the head shows Matthew isn't following. He's stewing in his anger, staring you down as you run toward the reaping.

Day Of The Reaping — 73rd Annual Hunger Games — District Four

You're all assembled into the amphitheater. Boys are on the left, from your perspective, girls are on the right. Your Capitol Speaker is a man. He wears a bright orange suit with dark green details that heavily contrast with his dark skin. His eyes are the same bright orange, along with his hair. He has a long, exaggerated handlebar mustache. It's egregious. You don't understand how people can stand to look like that.

He's going through his usual speech as you look around. You are way too far to see Dean or any of your other friends. You are one of the oldest at this point, so you are far in the back. Someone you can see is Matthew. He's standing tall & proud a few rows behind you across the aisle. There are a few men you recognize as his fellow career friends beside him. One of them makes eye contact with you & gives you a borderline evil grin. You turn away & close your eyes, choosing to listen.

"Boys first!" The speaker announces. He shoves his hand in the bowl & makes a show of fishing around for a piece of paper for a few seconds before his hand finally resurfaces. He unfolds the little tab & clears his throat. "The winner is, Dean House!"

Dean. You turn back quickly to look at Matthew & his friends. You find Alec among them but he just seems content, unmoving.

"Any volunteers?" The speaker drags the word out in a sing song voice. it always looks better when someone volunteers, especially when the selected tribute is twelve.

Matthew doesn't raise his hand. Nor does Alec, or Marcus. Matthew just turns his head slowly to look at me. A small smirk resting on his lips.

'Please' you mouth.

Matthew just shrugs & the boys beside him laugh.

"Now for the girls." The announcer takes less time now that Dean is on stage. He needs a strong girl to take away from the kid's spotlight. He pulls out the paper, unfolds it & reads. He calls your name.

How did it get worse? You can tell the speaker is excited by the prospect of siblings fighting in the arena together. It's not something that happens often.

You turn to Nyla, who stands beside you. The girl Matthew said so desperately wants to fight. She lifts a finger & drags it horizontally along her neck. That's when the fear finally kicks in. There's no way out for you or Dean. None of the careers will volunteer, we are going to the games.

Day Of The Reaping — The Capitol Mansion

Snow sits at his dining room table, eating food with his son. Yes, he finally took a wife, not long after he discarded you. He told himself he preferred a son anyway. This boy was only fifteen but boy was he headstrong. In a lot of ways, he was just like his father. The two of them had a television on, the reapings playing out one by one. Snow wasn't really paying attention after District Two.

"District Four Tributes," The man begins.

His stomach drops when he hears your name. The one thing he had given you before sending you off to a life in the districts. He looked up at the screen in horror. He felt like he could expel his whole lunch onto the table before him. For a moment, he almost passed out.

"Nice, siblings. That'll be fun to watch them kill each other. Right, dad?" His son's excitement for the games was usually well received.

Yet, Snow was frozen. His blood as cold as ice, sending shivers throughout him as it ran. He could throw up now. He could die now & that wouldn't be enough.

"Dad?" The boy asked. He'd never seen his father falter.

You looked just like your mother.

The Day Of The Reaping — Tribute Train

Goodbyes had been short. You didn't have much to say goodbye to. You were on the train in a matter of minutes. It is all moving so fast now. You were escorted into a dining car with your brother & food was served. One of the peacekeepers simply stated 'Your mentors will be here shortly.'

It was a few minutes before they entered the room. You recognized one of them, Finnick Odair. He won a few years before you. The other, an older woman, you thought you knew her but you couldn't place her name.

"Hello, you two," Finnick put on a soft smile. He never could quite nail the first impression. He didn't know how to make meeting on these terms normal.

Mags sat down across from Dean while Finnick sat across from you. He started preparing a plate for Mags as he spoke. "You are siblings?"

It was a statement more than a question. The slightest twinge of hope that he misunderstood the Capitol speaker's briefing. He couldn't imagine the pain it would've caused him to go through the games with a loved one or a friend.

"Not by blood," You admit in a mouse's whisper. "But, yes."

Finnick nods, understanding. He had seen the two of you around in the market many a time. He knew how much you cared for the boy. How heartbreaking this moment is.

"I'm sorry." Was all Finnick could say for a long moment.

Finnick has mentored many kids at this point. The Capitol loved him, therefore he was a mentor the very next year & every year since. District Four had other male victors, sure. They were more than happy to be replaced, relegated to a life of near solitude in Four's Victor Village. They told him, in parting wisdom, to not get attached.

He never quite got the down. Each year, a new tribute. Not one of them has won. It doesn't help that, usually partnered with Mags, he has to mentor both as a unit to help Mags communicate. Nearly twenty children all lost & he was sure this year would be the worst. Maybe this year was the year he should finally just let go.

"Shall we review the other tributes?" Finnick asked monotonously, his attempt at cheer drained by the realization he'd probably lose you both. Just like the others.

You look down at Dean before turning back to Finnick. "I'd prefer if Dean didn't have to see this."

"He'll be in the arena in less than a week, sweetheart. Nothing he won't see then."

Mags gave Finnick a slap on the arm that actually made the boy wince. He looked down at the woman that was once his mentor, her eyes filled with compassion for you & your brother. He tried not to let her get through the wall he just started building, tried to push the feelings away. If he didn't care about you two, maybe it wouldn't all hurt so much.

"Fine," Finnick acquiesced. "Dean, go to your room. It's two cars down through that door."

Dean gave Finnick a firm nod, treating the man like a peacekeeper & obeying his every order. The young boy excused himself & pushed his chair in before leaving to his quarters. Once Finnick heard the door shut, he turned on a small TV at the head of the table.

"I trust you know which districts to worry about, Sunshine," Finnick stated as the video began playing footage of District One's Reaping.

"Yes."

District One also called for boys first, a boy named Hallow Riggs was picked. Hallow was huge. He made Matthew look like an ant. The boy, also eighteen, was probably taller than six feet. Muscles the size of your head, he had the look of a killer.

You spent a long time fearing that boy while Finnick spoke over each reaping. You're sure he was making snarky comments about each one because you hear him chuckle around District Nine. That was when he realized you were spacing out.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" He snapped. "You have one in twenty four odds, less of it by the looks of you. Do you want to die out there or do you want to win?!"

Finnick had slammed his palms onto the table & stood up, launching his chair to the floor. Where did this come from? All he could do was stare at the table for a moment. He heard shuffling but he didn't dare look at you. He had gone too far.

When the room fell quiet, he finally lifted his head. Both you & Mags had left the room & now he was alone. He looked back at the paused screen of the TV. There were a lot of good competitors this year, a lot of older kids. How on earth was he going to save you?

Mags held you as you cried that night. Finnick's words hurt because they were true. You weren't strong, skilled with any weapons, or even that talented of a swimmer. You were smart, but what would that do for you if boys like Hallow could crush your skull with their bare hands.

Eventually, the tears made you weak. Mags pulled away & tucked you under the covers. It didn't take long to fall asleep despite the soreness in your eyelids. She checked on Dean too, in his own room. He had fallen asleep after eating more chocolate than that boy had probably ever seen in his life.

Now that she knew the two of you were as safe as could be, she sought out Finnick. He was still in the dining room. He had called on the avoxes to assemble all the train's liquor in front of him. It wasn't a monstrous pile, but there was definitely too much alcohol for one man. He was already two bottles in, the Reaping footage playing on loop.

"They're going to die out there, Mags," Finnick spoke. He hadn't even turned to look at her, just knew. Senses of a scarred victor. His eyes were glazed over as Hallow & Ruby's names were announced.

Mags let out a sigh & walked up to Finnick. She pulled the alcohol bottle from his hands, he didn't fight. His arms fell into his lap. Mags placed the bottle on the table & lifted her hands into his view.

She signed. "Not if you don't let them."

Finnick sobbed then. An uncontrollable one that fought its way out. Mags stepped forward& wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They have been close ever since his games. She's watched the boy grow from that small fourteen year old to the broken man he is now. His arms wrapped around her midsection & cried into her side. He wasn't going to be able to protect himself from getting hurt. He never would. He just can't not care. Each year, these games will hurt him until a new boy survives. Each year after that will only hurt more, as he watches his victor lose tribute after tribute. The cycle will continue till his grave.

Mags kissed his forehead. She knew, as he mumbled drunkenly, slurred these truths, that he had finally figured it all out. Finnick continued to sob until she coaxed him to stand. It felt reminiscent of his victory tour when she brought him to his room, got him to lay down, & watched the poor young boy pull a pillow to his chest. Tears staining the black satin. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the pillows through sobs.

"It won't go away, Mags."

She looked at him in a way that encouraged him to continue.

"The pain. It won't go away."

A/N: This was my self indulgent thing. I wanted to try replacing Y/N with something else. So you get sunshine as a nickname, congratualtions. There will likely be many more chapters as I work through this character. It'll be fun. Also, I hardly edited this so sorry.

Later A/N: Did not realize there were some first person sections. Whoops.

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We Need Each Other Chapter Two: The Aftermath

CH 1 | CH 2

A/N: Ahhhhhhhh!!! This took me so long because I've been busy at work but I put more effort in here.

Pairing(s): Jack Abbot x GN!Reader w/ a Service Dog, Santos Mentioned

Contains: All Pitt related warnings. Some medical stuff (Appendicitis & Car Accident), post syncope, Jack Abbot being protective, Jack Abbot being a little upset. SLOWBURN <3, Angst maybe? Just a little.

Jack sat by your bedside for the whole half hour you took to wake up. Shen & Ellis didn't even ask, they knew about your situation & covered for Abbot while he laid there. He had lowered the guard rail on his side so he could rest his chin on the bed & look up at you.

Abbot admired your resting form. Despite the stress that caused it, you looked peaceful now. He hoped your body would take as long as it needed for you to feel okay when you woke up.

Your eyelids fluttered once before slowly opening. Jack instinctively removed his hand from yours & sat up.

"How're you doin', sweetheart?" He asked softly, keeping an intent gaze on you.

You hummed softly & adjusted in the bed, rolling on your side & into Shadow. The dog didn't complain. Instead, he started licking your shoulder.

Your sleepy response brought a smile to Jack's face. He brought a tentative hand up, reaching out for your arm & rubbing his thumb across your skin a couple times.

"I'll talk to Lena, tell her you & I are heading home early," Jack announced softly.

The implication that you'd be leaving together went right over your tired head. All you heard was leaving your shift early, now that couldn't happen.

You shot up, Shadow following suit. "No, no. I have to finish my shift."

Jack looked at you incredulously. You were swaying a little already, your tear-stained cheeks sat just under reddened eyes. Your body was screaming for rest & still you fought.

His throat tightened at the thought, still he protested. "You— You need rest, Y/N."

Just let me take care of you. If only he could say it out loud.

"No, I need to get back out there," You replied, not particularly hostile.

You pushed the guard rail back down & Shadow hopped off the bed. That allowed you to swing your legs over the edge & plant your feet on the floor. Dizziness hit you for a moment but you did your best to play it off. Shadow alerted against your leg.

Of course, Jack noticed & was at your side in a second. He stood a little in front of you, one hand on your arm. An attempt to keep you seated, but he knew how stubborn you could be. When you stood, his hand quickly changed to a brace as you attempted to balance.

"I'm taking you home." His voice was commanding. Domestic & wanting. A million things that he felt he couldn't say. Yearned to say & do for you. The least he could do was take you home. Protect you. Be there for you.

You shook your head. "I'll be fine, I just need a moment."

A mixture of a groan & a sigh escaped him. You're too stubborn for your own good. He was still stood beside you, facing the opposite direction as he braced your arm, when he leaned in. His lips nearly grazed your ear as he spoke low. Not soft. Gravelly & a hint of anger. Annoyance, maybe.

"If you stay here, that whole no hovering rule is off the table. I'm by your side. All shift."

"Jack," You reply. His tone has almost made you breathless, which surprises even you. Yes, he's hot. Of course, you've acknowledged that. Not out loud. Not to anyone you know, especially not at work. But this, this is something else. He's always been sweet, always protective. You chalked it up to a mentor/mentee relationship. This was butterfly inducing.

"No, 'Jack'. None of that," Abbot replied. "Those are my terms. You take it or you go home."

You turned to meet his eyes. The eye contact was intense. His hazel eyes bore into your soul, searching for a sign that you would give up. Go home, take some melatonin, slap on a good show, snuggle up in some blankets. He just wants you to be okay.

"For just this shift, right?" You clarified.

The smallest smirk tugged at his lip. "I can't guarantee anything, sweetheart. So, what's it going to be?"

Your heart pounded at that smirk. The feelings were clawing at your chest. Still, you needed the money. You couldn't leave your shift halfway through.

His eyes close for a beat before he looks back at you. "Okay."

"I'm going to stay, Jack." You chose to omit the have to part purposefully.

He lets go of you as you gain your bearings & his hand moves to the small of your back. He guides you out of the room until he's sure you can walk on your own.

"I'm going to order food. Want anything specific?" He asked quietly.

This was new. You guys hadn't shared food before.

"Uh, Pizza would be fine. We can share it, too. I know Shen would like some."

"Just cheese or something else?"

"Cheese is fine," You managed.

He nodded & pulled out his phone. "Just hang out, I'll take you to a patient in a minute."

Jack headed out to the ambulance drop off to make the call. That left you standing there, which is when you noticed her. Dr. Trinity Santos, full on gawking at you. She nodded off in the direction of Jack then quirked a teasing eyebrow. It was all you could do to not run up & cover her mouth before she could squeal or something.

You hadn't worked with Santos much, she was more often on the day shift, but you'd seen her in passing. She always seemed to simultaneously want to be your friend & bully you. You assumed that was her personality.

"So… You & Dr. Abbot?" She smirked.

"Shhh!" You nearly screamed.

"Alright, alright. Don't want him to hear…" She mused, then her head snapped to you again. "Or are you already dating?"

You scoffed. "We're just friends."

"Right. Then, you wouldn't mind ditching him & coming with me to take care of a new patient, would you?"

Jack would be a little upset, you thought, but it wasn't dangerous. He was just being a worrywart.

"Uh, sure. I guess so."

Santos' smirk only grew. You feared she may have a plan that you couldn't see yet. You watched as she walked up to the board, scanning down the list of patients. The ER was particularly busy now, it had picked up while you were out. Paramedics rolled past you with a patient that looked particularly rough. Maybe Man vs. Car?

"How about that one?" You asked, pointing towards the gurney that was heading to Trauma Two.

Santos shook her head. "Nah, they'll need Abbot for that one."

You sighed rather dramatically.

"How about that one?" Santos points at the board. "Ten year old with a tummy ache."

You loved to work with kids, though seeing them in pain was less than wonderful. You always did your best to make their experience comfortable & even fun if possible. You nodded & followed Santos off.

Abbot returned a few minutes later, tapping his phone against his palm as he scanned the ER for you. You didn't wait for him. That hurt, a little bit. Okay, more than I'd like to admit. More importantly, he was worried. He wanted to find which room you went to even if he had to search each one.

Then, Trauma Two's doors swung open. "Abbot, there you are! We need you in here!"

Of course. Something always had to pull him away from you. He glanced off into the busy ER for another moment before giving in & heading to Trauma Two with a newfound sense of urgency. The faster he could fix this guy, the faster he could find you.

Meanwhile, you & Santos were asking the kid a bunch of questions. He came in with dad, who was essentially useless. Mom went out on a trip for the weekend, Dad said he could handle it so she didn't know they were here. Dad was hoping for a quick in & out trip, maybe some meds to make his kid shit or something.

"Well, sir. Hopefully, it's just a bad tummy ache." You turn to address the kid. "How does your tummy feel, Malcolm?"

Marcus was curled up on the bed, laying on his side & facing his father. Both his hands were on his small stomach & his face was in a permanent grimace. Something in you said it was more than a stomach ache but you'd help Santos question him first. You had to be sure, didn't want to scare the kid.

Malcolm's voice was quiet & gravelly. "My tummy hurts. I— I want to throw up."

"Alright, buddy. I'll get you a bag."

You briefly left the room to grab a vomit bag, no sign of Abbot. You return & hand it to the small boy. Santos was sat near dad & continued the questions. You took the chance to take his blood pressure, softly explaining the process as you did so.

"Can I pet your doggy?" Marcus asked weakly. He seemed to be listening to the questions less & less.

You smile. "You know, Shadow loves pets. Go ahead, kiddo."

He reached out a shakey hand to pet Shadow. The small shift that he made helped you noticed the sheen of sweat that covered his face. You walked up with your gloved hand & placed it on the kids head.

Santos noticed, from the spot at her computer. "What? It's just food poisoning."

"This kids burning up." You squat down to eye level with Malcolm. "Hey, buddy. Where exactly was your pain?"

Malcolm pointed down to his belly button. His small stomach was looking a little swollen now.

"Uh, Dr. Santos. I think he has a ruptured appendix."

The dad's head shot up. "What?!"

You continued to speak to Santos. "Distended stomach, likely a high fever, pain in the belly button. Sounds like we need to get him to surgery."

Santos watched as you took the boys temperature. 104. Definitely time to get him upstairs.

"I'll call Dr. Garcia, you prep the kid."

You lean down to get eye level with Malcolm again. "Alright buddy, we're going to get ready to go upstairs. My friends over there will help you get all better."

Dr. Santos & Dr. Garcia arrived a couple minutes later & took Malcolm. You took your gloves off & started kneading some hand sanitizer into your palms. A breath. Just a moment in the silence, then you have to go back out there.

One step out the door & you're crashing into something solid. Hands find your hips to steady you & you look up to see Abbot. A mix of relief yet, deep down, some annoyance rest in his features.

"Jack—"

"You didn't wait for me," He sounds hurt.

"I— Santos—"

You realize his hands are still on your hips. He seems to do the same & pulls away. Too far away. It feels cold now, lonely.

Abbot clears his throat. "Food's in the break room. Sit down. Eat."

You nod.

"Do I need to go with you?" He asked, quirking a brow at you. He wanted to go with you. Every fiber of his being needed to check on you.

"I'd like if you did."

He seemed a little taken aback by it, but masked that quickly. "O-Okay."

Abbot let you lead & kept close behind you till the two of you got to the break room. Once the two of you were inside, he shut the door behind him to help block out the noise. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. Two pizza boxes sat on the table, yours on top with CHEESE written in Abbot's big sloppy handwriting. He thought briefly about writing your name on it, then thought about the gossip that would spread if the pizza sat around in the break room for a while.

You two sat in silence for a while, eating slices of your respective pizzas. Abbot glanced at his watch. "Shit, it's already almost end of shift?"

"Time flies when you're having fun," You joke.

It lands. He lets out a soft chuckle & shakes his head. "You're somethin', sweetheart."

You're seated rather close to him & take the chance to lean against his shoulder. You take another bite of the pizza slice & set it down on the plate.

"You alright?"

"Mmhmm," You hum.

"Okay, listen. I gotta find Robby & do the handoffs. Will you let me walk you to your car when I get back?"

You nuzzled yourself a little against his shoulder. As much as you'd like more time with him, your body was screaming at you to go to bed. "Jack… I want to go home now."

Shadow was attentive, staring up at the two of you. You hope it's because he wants some of the sausage off of Jack's pizza & not because he was about to alert. Either way, better safe than sorry. You should go home.

Jack let out a breath that could've been a sigh. Maybe just exhaustion from the night finally escaping him. "Alright." He gave in. "But you'll text me when you get home?"

That was the first time he'd ever asked that. It made your heart stutter. "Y-Yeah. I will."

Jack gave you a moment to remove your head from his shoulder before he stood up. He rubbed your shoulder awkwardly before heading towards the door. A soft, "Good morning," was the last thing you got. Your good night, since you worked the night shift.

Then, he was back in the hospital. The longing for him would only get worse on the drive home. Even Shadow let out a little whine at the absence.

A/N: I've got another idea so there will be a chapter three. Maybe it'll be a whole thing. Slow burn is my passion.

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We Need Each Other

A/N: Honestly thought this would be longer. Wrote this in like four hours. Inspiration finally struck. I thought about making it two parts but I wanted to make sure I fit everything from the original prompt in. Still I think there's more to this story so lemme know if you want more.

Pairing(s): Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader w/ Service Dog <3

Mini Synopsis: A night shift with Jack Abbot & your service dog Shadow. You two have been mutually pining after each other for a year & everything comes to a head when you have a particularly rough day. Based on this post.

Contains: Lots of warnings here but none really that stem outside the show. Anxiety, Panic attacks, Fear, Sexual Assault Mentioned (Not against the reader), Physical Attack mentioned (Very brief, happens off camera), syncope/fainting, phantom limb pain, service dog alerts. Otherwise, fluff, pining, sweetness, Jack being afraid & in love.

He loved you from the moment you walked into the PTMC. No, not today. He's known you for about a year, maybe a little less.

You came in as the new nurse after completing your schooling. He was surprised the hospital hired on someone extra but was even more surprised by how attractive you were. You are younger than him, enough so to worry him, which leads him to try to push his feelings down.

He remembers when he got debriefed about the new nurse. They'd have a service dog so they all had to learn what not to do around them. The attendings at least. Guide their residents into welcoming you & making sure you don't quit because you were the top of your class.

You intrigued him, still do. Shadow, your service dog, was always quiet. A big, silent guard. He rarely saw the dog alert but he has come to learn you take frequent breaks. He always feels your absence before he actually notices.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?" He asks as he steps out of North 16, running into Mel. He knows you & Mel are close.

Like tonight.

Mel looks around the room while thinking about her answer. "No, actually. It's been a while. I haven't seen her since before you went in to see that patient."

That patient was in a tough situation. He had to work with Noelle to help them find a way to make the hospital bill cheaper. The system sucked & he wanted them to know he was there to help personally, alongside Noelle. The patient was very sweet, it just hurt him to see people struggling.

& here you are. He steps into the stairwell. You hadn't even made it up one flight. You're curled up under the stairs, Shadow's whining while trying to help you.

He knows where you are. If you aren't in the ER, you're in one spot. He found you there when he was heading to the roof once, Shadow laying over your legs, tears down your face. Helping you brought him down from whatever had stressed him that day.

"Sweetheart?" He asks softly. A pet name reserved for you & you only.

You recognize his voice immediately & jolt up. In an instant, you're wiping away the tears that stain your face & trying to sit up. "I'm sorry, this is so embaressing."

Jack slides his back down the wall until he's sitting beside you. He reaches out to scratch Shadow's head, he's the only person you let touch Shadow while he's working.

"Don't worry, Shadow. I got 'em," Jack says softly.

Still the two of you can't see it. How much you love eachother. How much you need each other.

He knows that won't ease the dog but the head scratches make his whining stops. Maybe Shadow does know that Jack's good for you. Abbot takes your head & moves it to his lap. Something he does every now & then when the attacks get really bad. His hand moves absentmindedly to thread through your hair.

"What happened?" A soft protectiveness is in his voice when he asks. A dominance. You know, despite how sweet he sounds, that if someone hurt you he'd make them regret it.

You sniffled. "A guy was brought in. He was on some hallucinogenic, still waiting for tests to come back. He was incredibly violent, broke through the restraints & tried to attack me. Luckily, Ahmad was in the room & tased him. Still—" You cut yourself off abruptly with a sob.

"I know," He coos. His hand finds your back & rubs slowly up & down.

Shadow crawls closer trying to help. You scratch under his chin. He's always worried about if he's doing a good job. "It's okay, buddy. You're helping. Good boy."

The two of you sat together for a minute. No one took these stairs, which was why it was it was the perfect spot for you. Hide out, be with Shadow, feel safe. Jack liked it too. He had his own spot, of course, away from the world. But it was out of the way enough where he couldnt hear the noise of the hospital. A nice spot for a break from the chaos.

You let out a sigh & sit up. Jack shifts & peers down at you. "Ready to go back?"

"Y-Yeah, I think so." You push yourself up a little but Jack wraps his arms around you & pulls you back. "Hey!"

His voice is firm. "No. Few more minutes."

"Why?" You giggle.

"You're not ready. Just sit with me."

So you do, blush on your cheeks & all. He doesn't notice. The silence weirdly brings comfort. You rest your head on his chest & listen to his heart beat. A little fast, which is weird for Jack, since you know he works out. You decided to ignore it for now.

All he could think about in the silence was you. Normally, he'd be thinking about his past when left with his thoughts. Moments that haunted him. But you always brought him into a happier place. So he thinks about you. How your head feels against his chest. How his arm is still slung around your shoulders. Is that weird? Or how much he wanted to hold your hand right now. Do friends hold hands? No, not really. Doesn't make him want it less. Doesn't make him want you less. He let out a deep exhale & let his head fall onto yours softly.

So here you are now, with Jack on a case where a woman got injured at work. You went off to get supplies for a splint & returned to see Jack standing by the bed. The patient was flirting with him & he was clearly trying to be nice & professional.

Once you're back out in the ER, he's watching. He used to hover, but you didn't like, so he respects your space. He knows you're capable, he just cares way too much. So, he compromised with himself & let's himself watch out for you. He only lets himself take you along for one in three patients so you don't think he's around too much. Unless, of course, you ask to go with him. He's incapable of saying no to you.

"Dr. Abbot?" You asked with a smile on your face.

He turned around, flustered. "Nurse L/N. The splint stu— Materials, I— Thank you."

He took the materials for the splint & set them on the table by the bed. He was swaying side to side noticeably as the patient kept flirting. Shadow looked up at you & whined.

"What's up, buddy?" You asked softly.

Shadow left your side for a moment, something that didn't happen unless you told him to get help. You watched, confusion on your features as Shadow approached Jack. He tapped his nose on Jack's thigh, Shadow was a big dog so he reached just above the prosthetic. Jack looked down for a moment before returning to the splinting.

Shadow whines & bumps his thigh again.

You know Shadow is signaling. He must able to tell something about Jack that you can't see. Then, it clicks. "Dr. Abbot, would you like a rolling stool? For, uh— stability while applying the splint."

He looks over at you, a mixture of pain & longing in his eyes. "Yes, please. Nurse L/N."

You offer him a smile before walking off, Shadow follows after you & returns to your side. Abbot must be getting phantom leg pains, he's mentioned them briefly in the past but doesnt really talk about anything to do with his prosthetic.

He wanted to kiss you after that moment. Maybe he would have if you weren't whisked away to another patient. Dr. Ellis needed you for a "sensitive case". He knew what that meant. Sexual assault survivor. You'd be gone for a while. You're a SANE, the only one on the night shift, but he knew how much these cases hurt you. You did it to protect women, but it brought up bad memories.

You return again, rolling the pink stool over to Jack. He sits down & lets out a soft sigh, his eyes flit closed for a minute. "Thank you, Y/N."

Well, that went wrong. Jack was pulled into a big trauma case. The patient kept needing to be resuscitated & he was stuck there for a long time. The patient went off to surgery, they should live, but he wasn't even sure what time it was when he left the room.

The curtains were closed, of course, not that he wanted to see anything. He just wanted to know you were okay. He'd try to stay as close as he could so when you came out, he'd be there to comfort you.

He heard Shadow's whine & assumed you were nearby. No. Shadow was alone, walking around, clearly looking for someone. Then, Shadow saw him. He trotted up & took a piece of Jack's scrubs in his teeth, tugging softly. Another whine escaped the dog.

"Shadow?" Jack asked. "Where's Y/N?"

Shadow tugged harder now, whining again.

Abbot swallowed thickly, his heart pounding. Something was wrong. "Take me to them."

His head is spinning as he travels across the ER. Shen follows worriedly for a few paces before Abbot tells him to stop, tells him you're okay. The words come out shakey & they're more for himself than anyone else. He took you to Triage Exam Room One & laid you down on a bed that had been reset for a new patient. It's unlikely that they'd send a patient in here right now, so it's the perfect spot.

Shadow seemed to understand & started trotting off towards the stairway. Of course. He threw the door open & there you were, lying on the floor, unconcious. You were half curled in the fetal position.

He's by your side in an instant, scooping you up & holding you close. He can see your breathing. He knows that the panic can make you faint. Abbot's just never seen it happen before.

He pulled two extra pillows out of the closet & put it under your ankles to elevate your legs. For extra measure, he pulled a blanket out & draped it over you. It eased the worry a little to see you tucked in.

Shadow was whining still, standing on his hind legs to peer at you. Abbot moved the guard rails up, temporarily restricting Shadow from seeing you. That was remedied by Jack immediately hefting the big dog over the guard rails & letting him lay at your side. Shadow tried to make himself small, resting his head on the bed by your chest.

"Careful with them, big guy. They need rest."

Shadow licked your arm a few times solemnly. You didn't react. That left Abbot to drag a chair up on the other side of you & sat down with a huff. He'd be here as long as you needed him.

His hand weaved through the guard rail & found yours. He needed to hold you, feel your warmth in his hand. Know you were alive. His head managed to dip through the rails as well & rested on the bed.

"I need you to be okay," He spoke.

Then, softer. The feelings he could never fully admit, "I love you."

A/N: This was so awesome for me. If you guys want more I'd do a whole series. Might do more anyways.

Taglist: @theariespov

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Y'all are going to be eating well. I already planned out the next two chapters. This is going to be a whole thing.

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We Need Each Other

CH 1 | CH 2

A/N: Honestly thought this would be longer. Wrote this in like four hours. Inspiration finally struck. I thought about making it two parts but I wanted to make sure I fit everything from the original prompt in. Still I think there's more to this story so lemme know if you want more.

Pairing(s): Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader w/ Service Dog <3

Mini Synopsis: A night shift with Jack Abbot & your service dog Shadow. You two have been mutually pining after each other for a year & everything comes to a head when you have a particularly rough day. Based on this post.

Contains: Lots of warnings here but none really that stem outside the show. Anxiety, Panic attacks, Fear, Sexual Assault Mentioned (Not against the reader), Physical Attack mentioned (Very brief, happens off camera), syncope/fainting, phantom limb pain, service dog alerts. Otherwise, fluff, pining, sweetness, Jack being afraid & in love.

He loved you from the moment you walked into the PTMC. No, not today. He's known you for about a year, maybe a little less.

You came in as the new nurse after completing your schooling. He was surprised the hospital hired on someone extra but was even more surprised by how attractive you were. You are younger than him, enough so to worry him, which leads him to try to push his feelings down.

He remembers when he got debriefed about the new nurse. They'd have a service dog so they all had to learn what not to do around them. The attendings at least. Guide their residents into welcoming you & making sure you don't quit because you were the top of your class.

You intrigued him, still do. Shadow, your service dog, was always quiet. A big, silent guard. He rarely saw the dog alert but he has come to learn you take frequent breaks. He always feels your absence before he actually notices.

Like tonight.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?" He asks as he steps out of North 16, running into Mel. He knows you & Mel are close.

Mel looks around the room while thinking about her answer. "No, actually. It's been a while. I haven't seen her since before you went in to see that patient."

That patient was in a tough situation. He had to work with Noelle to help them find a way to make the hospital bill cheaper. The system sucked & he wanted them to know he was there to help personally, alongside Noelle. The patient was very sweet, it just hurt him to see people struggling.

He knows where you are. If you aren't in the ER, you're in one spot. He found you there when he was heading to the roof once, Shadow laying over your legs, tears down your face. Helping you brought him down from whatever had stressed him that day.

& here you are. He steps into the stairwell. You hadn't even made it up one flight. You're curled up under the stairs, Shadow's whining while trying to help you.

"Sweetheart?" He asks softly. A pet name reserved for you & you only.

You recognize his voice immediately & jolt up. In an instant, you're wiping away the tears that stain your face & trying to sit up. "I'm sorry, this is so embaressing."

Jack slides his back down the wall until he's sitting beside you. He reaches out to scratch Shadow's head, he's the only person you let touch Shadow while he's working.

Still the two of you can't see it. How much you love eachother. How much you need each other.

"Don't worry, Shadow. I got 'em," Jack says softly.

He knows that won't ease the dog but the head scratches make his whining stops. Maybe Shadow does know that Jack's good for you. Abbot takes your head & moves it to his lap. Something he does every now & then when the attacks get really bad. His hand moves absentmindedly to thread through your hair.

"What happened?" A soft protectiveness is in his voice when he asks. A dominance. You know, despite how sweet he sounds, that if someone hurt you he'd make them regret it.

You sniffled. "A guy was brought in. He was on some hallucinogenic, still waiting for tests to come back. He was incredibly violent, broke through the restraints & tried to attack me. Luckily, Ahmad was in the room & tased him. Still—" You cut yourself off abruptly with a sob.

"I know," He coos. His hand finds your back & rubs slowly up & down.

Shadow crawls closer trying to help. You scratch under his chin. He's always worried about if he's doing a good job. "It's okay, buddy. You're helping. Good boy."

The two of you sat together for a minute. No one took these stairs, which was why it was it was the perfect spot for you. Hide out, be with Shadow, feel safe. Jack liked it too. He had his own spot, of course, away from the world. But it was out of the way enough where he couldnt hear the noise of the hospital. A nice spot for a break from the chaos.

You let out a sigh & sit up. Jack shifts & peers down at you. "Ready to go back?"

"Y-Yeah, I think so." You push yourself up a little but Jack wraps his arms around you & pulls you back. "Hey!"

His voice is firm. "No. Few more minutes."

"Why?" You giggle.

"You're not ready. Just sit with me."

So you do, blush on your cheeks & all. He doesn't notice. The silence weirdly brings comfort. You rest your head on his chest & listen to his heart beat. A little fast, which is weird for Jack, since you know he works out. You decided to ignore it for now.

All he could think about in the silence was you. Normally, he'd be thinking about his past when left with his thoughts. Moments that haunted him. But you always brought him into a happier place. So he thinks about you. How your head feels against his chest. How his arm is still slung around your shoulders. Is that weird? Or how much he wanted to hold your hand right now. Do friends hold hands? No, not really. Doesn't make him want it less. Doesn't make him want you less. He let out a deep exhale & let his head fall onto yours softly.

Once you're back out in the ER, he's watching. He used to hover, but you didn't like, so he respects your space. He knows you're capable, he just cares way too much. So, he compromised with himself & let's himself watch out for you. He only lets himself take you along for one in three patients so you don't think he's around too much. Unless, of course, you ask to go with him. He's incapable of saying no to you.

So here you are now, with Jack on a case where a woman got injured at work. You went off to get supplies for a splint & returned to see Jack standing by the bed. The patient was flirting with him & he was clearly trying to be nice & professional.

"Dr. Abbot?" You asked with a smile on your face.

He turned around, flustered. "Nurse L/N. The splint stu— Materials, I— Thank you."

He took the materials for the splint & set them on the table by the bed. He was swaying side to side noticeably as the patient kept flirting. Shadow looked up at you & whined.

"What's up, buddy?" You asked softly.

Shadow left your side for a moment, something that didn't happen unless you told him to get help. You watched, confusion on your features as Shadow approached Jack. He tapped his nose on Jack's thigh, Shadow was a big dog so he reached just above the prosthetic. Jack looked down for a moment before returning to the splinting.

Shadow whines & bumps his thigh again.

You know Shadow is signaling. He must able to tell something about Jack that you can't see. Then, it clicks. "Dr. Abbot, would you like a rolling stool? For, uh— stability while applying the splint."

He looks over at you, a mixture of pain & longing in his eyes. "Yes, please. Nurse L/N."

You offer him a smile before walking off, Shadow follows after you & returns to your side. Abbot must be getting phantom leg pains, he's mentioned them briefly in the past but doesnt really talk about anything to do with his prosthetic.

You return again, rolling the pink stool over to Jack. He sits down & lets out a soft sigh, his eyes flit closed for a minute. "Thank you, Y/N."

He wanted to kiss you after that moment. Maybe he would have if you weren't whisked away to another patient. Dr. Ellis needed you for a "sensitive case". He knew what that meant. Sexual assault survivor. You'd be gone for a while. You're a SANE, the only one on the night shift, but he knew how much these cases hurt you. You did it to protect women, but it brought up bad memories.

The curtains were closed, of course, not that he wanted to see anything. He just wanted to know you were okay. He'd try to stay as close as he could so when you came out, he'd be there to comfort you.

Well, that went wrong. Jack was pulled into a big trauma case. The patient kept needing to be resuscitated & he was stuck there for a long time. The patient went off to surgery, they should live, but he wasn't even sure what time it was when he left the room.

He heard Shadow's whine & assumed you were nearby. No. Shadow was alone, walking around, clearly looking for someone. Then, Shadow saw him. He trotted up & took a piece of Jack's scrubs in his teeth, tugging softly. Another whine escaped the dog.

"Shadow?" Jack asked. "Where's Y/N?"

Shadow tugged harder now, whining again.

Abbot swallowed thickly, his heart pounding. Something was wrong. "Take me to them."

Shadow seemed to understand & started trotting off towards the stairway. Of course. He threw the door open & there you were, lying on the floor, unconcious. You were half curled in the fetal position.

He's by your side in an instant, scooping you up & holding you close. He can see your breathing. He knows that the panic can make you faint. Abbot's just never seen it happen before.

His head is spinning as he travels across the ER. Shen follows worriedly for a few paces before Abbot tells him to stop, tells him you're okay. The words come out shakey & they're more for himself than anyone else. He took you to Triage Exam Room One & laid you down on a bed that had been reset for a new patient. It's unlikely that they'd send a patient in here right now, so it's the perfect spot.

He pulled two extra pillows out of the closet & put it under your ankles to elevate your legs. For extra measure, he pulled a blanket out & draped it over you. It eased the worry a little to see you tucked in.

Shadow was whining still, standing on his hind legs to peer at you. Abbot moved the guard rails up, temporarily restricting Shadow from seeing you. That was remedied by Jack immediately hefting the big dog over the guard rails & letting him lay at your side. Shadow tried to make himself small, resting his head on the bed by your chest.

"Careful with them, big guy. They need rest."

Shadow licked your arm a few times solemnly. You didn't react. That left Abbot to drag a chair up on the other side of you & sat down with a huff. He'd be here as long as you needed him.

His hand weaved through the guard rail & found yours. He needed to hold you, feel your warmth in his hand. Know you were alive. His head managed to dip through the rails as well & rested on the bed.

"I need you to be okay," He spoke.

Then, softer. The feelings he could never fully admit, "I love you."

A/N: This was so awesome for me. If you guys want more I'd do a whole series. Might do more anyways.

Taglist: @theariespov

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As someone thats training to be a nurse & is looking into getting a service animal, I want to write an Abbot fic about it.

& the service dog being a sweetheart notices Jack is in pain from his prosthetic & alerts him. I just think that would be cute. A bunch of fluff. Maybe even service dog alerts Jack that reader needs help? Thoughts?

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I am working on it guys! I promise! I've been busy at work & I really want to get this idea right! <3

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As someone thats training to be a nurse & is looking into getting a service animal, I want to write an Abbot fic about it.

& the service dog being a sweetheart notices Jack is in pain from his prosthetic & alerts him. I just think that would be cute. A bunch of fluff. Maybe even service dog alerts Jack that reader needs help? Thoughts?

UPDATE: I MADE IT

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Please some jack abbot x make or Gn reader angst

Holding Me Here

A/N: I honestly had to think about this one awhile. Also, I genuinely have no idea how Abbot knew the guy was a vet so I made one up.

Pairing(s): Jack Abbot x GN!Reader, Bestie!Mel King x Reader

Mini Synopsis: There's always been a sort of "Will they? Won't they?" thing going on between you & Jack. Because of that, he kept his little suicidal tendencies from you. It's another day of tension & flirting in The Pitt. That all comes to a head when he loses the military vet patient that got hit by a drunk driver.

Contains: Suicidal ideations, (If you've seen the Pitt, you know what to expect), me being much better at writing Head canons so the usual time skips, Fluff, Mutual Pining, okay fine there's some angst I think, Sad Abbot, Mel being the bestest bestie, medications mentioned, reader gets scared, my unedited thoughts

You were a new-ish attending, transfered over from the VA right around the time Mel did. You two were close friends at this point. You made other friends, mainly in the night shift because that was your domain. Jack caught your eye from day one.

But today, Mel finally had a night shift with you, so you were both excited. You both dropped her sister off & drove into work together.

Jack watched the two of you clock in. He was already in, glancing up at the screen to see the list of patients, but you were much more interesting. He couldn't deny your attractiveness, hasn't been able to since the moment you joined The Pitt crew. Seeing you especially excited today brought a rare smile to his face.

Once you put your stuff away, you joined him to look up at the screen. "How's it going, tonight?"

"Overcrowded, as usual. Just taking a moment to mentally ready myself before I go out there."

He hazarded a look down at you & got exactly what he thought. You were smiling up at him sweetly. His heart pounded at the sight. Your kind eyes always pierced right through his defenses.

You put your hand on his forearm for a moment. "Hey, we'll make it through this. It's just another day in paradise."

With that, you walked off to start assessing patients. Jack's arm was covered in goosebumps now. He could feel heat rising to his face & prayed the blush was not obvious as he tried to distract himself with a different patient.

A little later in the night, you & Mel were talking as things slowed down. Night shift was always crazy, of course, but there was a lull at the moment. Jack came out of Trauma Two & de-gloved before grabbing some hand sanitizer. He watched from afar at first as the two of you laughed about something you said. He admired how easy laughter came to you, you'd gotten him a couple of times with stupid jokes, too.

Shen approached you & Mel, draping an arm over each of your shoulders. Neither of you seemed to mind, but something in Jack didn't like it. The feeling that festered just below the surface fueled his jealousy. He'd spent many mornings, waiting for sleep to take him, pretending he was holding you. Thinking about how it would feel to have your head on his chest after a long shift. You, fast asleep, grounding him. Pulling him into slumber along with you.

He closed his eyes & took in a breath. Then, your voice, "Your heart okay, old man?"

He looked down to see he was grasping his chest with his right hand. Right where your head would be if you ever did let him hold you. Gosh, he just wanted to hold you.

"Y-Yeah, of course." He stuttered. "I'm not that old."

You were the only one that could knock him off his rhythm. That could stall or completely ruin his snarky comebacks. He moved to join you two, noticing that Shen had disappeared while his eyes were closed.

"I ordered you a cheeseburger from Habit, Shen's going to doordash it," You smiled, leaning into him as he braced his forearms on the small standing table you were all leaning on.

His eyes widened a fraction at the contact. It wasn't entirely foreign with you but it was still rare. He blinked a couple times before looking down at you. "You didn't have-"

"I know," You interjected.

Something compelled Jack to reach up. Place his hand on the opposite side of your head & gently guide it closer to him so he could give you a small kiss on the temple. His hand retreated just as quickly as it appeared.

He felt you shift to look up at him & he worried he overstepped. Worry, panic, fear. He let out an awkward cough & said a quick, "Thank you, Y/N," before running off.

You didn't see much of him after that. The food arrived & you managed to find him in between patients to hand off the bag & drink. It sat at his station for a long time, you guys aren't really guaranteed a lunch.

Then, the patient came in. Jack was just exiting the room when he saw the man. One of the EMTs called out, "Man vs Car! It was a drunk driving incident. He took it head on."

Jack found your eyes immediately, the silent look asking for your help as he directed the EMTs to Trauma One. You nod & follow after the gurney. You're right beside Jack as everyone enters the room. The sight of the patient stuns you for a second & you have the feeling he isn't going to make it.

"Y/N?" Jack asks, confusion in his voice. He grabs your hips & guides you down towards the man's legs. "We're going to do the transfer, you ready?"

You gulp & nod, scooping the man's legs but not lifting yet. "One, two, three."

The EMTs pull the gurney out. Mel & Ellis quickly joined to assist & can see that you look a little nervous. One of the EMTs hands Mel the guy's wallet before running off.

"Hey, Y/N?" Mel asks as she walks up to you, placing the wallet in your hand. "Why don't you pull up the file on the guy. Read out any pertinent information so we know what not to do."

You nodded a silent thanks to your best friend & turned to the computer. You fished out the ID, a picture of the man next to his name "Walter Harrison."

A quick search into the computer & you found the man. Just below the name was his insurance provider. It was Veteran Affairs. You gulped & tried to distract yourself by scanning his allergies & medicines categories. You knew if Jack found out this man was a vet that he'd throw himself into the work. He always got distraught when he lost a patient but it hit close to home when he lost a vet.

You must've missed him calling your name again because you feel him behind you. Close. Close enough where his body is touching yours. His voice was a whisper as he moved your hand from the mouse & replaced it with his, "Are you alright? I asked what medications he's taking & you ignored me."

"Yeah, I-" You began, but froze when you knew he saw it.

He paused on the insurance screen for just a moment before scanning back down. He was still over your shoulder when he called out to the rest of the group. "He takes Zoloft. Careful what meds you give him."

Then, he was gone. You were colder now with the absence. You turned around to see his jaw clenched, his eyes dark & serious. You'd lost him to the patient & he wouldn't come back until the job was done or the patient flatlined.

"I need an attending!" Whitaker called out. You didn't even realize he was in for a night shift. You took one last glance at Jack before following the young doctor out.

Your case was also serious. It was a child abuse case & the kid needed some serious work. The mother tried to break in & take the kid home, security was called. You had to stay back to give a statement to police. It was a nightmare.

When you finally left the room, after hours, you de-gloved & got hand sanitizer. Your eyes scanned the room for his familiar face. Jack was nowhere to be found. Mel found you then, pulling you into a hug without asking. She knew you needed it.

"You okay?" She asked softly. "I saw the whole thing. That was rough."

You looked up at her. "Where's Jack?"

"I-I don't know. He went missing after we lost the vet. It's almost clock out time anyways, might've just gone home early."

Shen happened to pass by & heard the two of you. He almost didn't say anything.

Then, softly. "I know where he is."

You reached the roof, bag of cold fast food in hand. The wind was blowing just enough to be noticeable & make you feel a little cold. It was just about sunrise, still dark enough to be the night shift.

There he was, standing past the railing on the roof. He held on with one arm & leaned out over the edge, looking down at the street below. You took a cautious step forward, not wanting to spook him.

"So this is your spot?"

He recognized your voice & turned immediately. "Y/N."

You walked up & ducked under the bar. That made him panic a little. He didn't want you here, not in the place where he felt his lowest. Where he wasn't strong enough for you. Where he was afraid.

"No, you should go back inside," He tried.

You gave him that smile, softer now. Just for him. You held onto the bar with your free hand, guiding yourself until you sat down. Jack watched as you dangled your feet over the edge & began opening the bag. "Come on, fries are cold."

The smallest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lip, just as tears fought to spill over. You were too good. Too happy. He didn't want to ruin you.

"Y/N, go back inside," He said firmer now.

You looked up at him, a little pained, just for a moment. Then you looked back down at the bag & pulled out a french fry. Tossing it in your mouth, you confirmed your suspicion. "Very cold. I didn't even put them in the fridge."

Jack acquiesced just enough to sit down beside you. He took the prosthetic off his leg & you didn't bat an eye. It found its place at his left side, laying among the gravel on the roof.

"Why do you bother with me?"

That made you look up. "Because you are wonderful."

He scoffed at that, barely suppressing an eye roll. Of course you thought that. Jack was sure you thought that about everyone. "No, I'm not. Have you seen me?"

You dramatically look him up & down. "Uh, yeah. Have you?"

He can't help the small laugh that escapes him. You have the ability to take his pain away more than any drug or alcohol. He reaches into the bag & grabs the cheeseburger, hastily unwrapping it before taking a bite. A hum escapes him, he hadn't eaten all shift.

After a bite, his hands drop to his legs. he thinks about the patient again & the spiral continues. "I... I lost the guy. The vet."

"I know," You admit softly.

He looks at you, tears threatening again. "I did all I could for hours. I was so focused I didn't even hear that psycho come in. The one that tried to take her kid back. I should've been there to protect you."

You turn to look at him & he averts his gaze to the city, taking in another mouthful of burger before he says something he'll regret. His heart aches, fighting to get out of his chest. Now is one of the many times he longs to hold you.

"She didn't even get in the room, nonetheless lay a hand on me. & you said it, you did all you could for the patient. There's nothing to feel guilty about."

"I still should have been there."

"Jack-"

He looks back at you, his eyes suddenly serious. "Listen, you don't deserve me. So all this," He gestures between the two of you, "Whatever it is. It should stop before you get hurt."

It's like a punch to the gut. The pain he's feeling. You never even knew about it. You knew he'd get upset, but never knew it was enough to get him out here. To find him looking longingly over the edge. It was almost too much.

"The only thing that would hurt me is finding out you jumped."

A long pause as Jack looks over the edge again.

"You're really the only thing left that keeps me from it."

You knew what he meant. You moved the bag to your right so there was nothing in between you & scooted towards him. Your head found his chest & your arms snaked around his midsection. He gasped & didn't hesitate to hold you back.

It was better than he ever dreamed, despite the uncomfortable angle, he could stay here forever. Jack's hand moved up to cradle your head against his chest. He knew you were hearing his rapid heart rate. He buried his face into your hair & inhaled. One tear broke past his resolve & slid down his cheek.

"I... like you, Y/N." His voice was a whisper in your locks.

You hugged him tighter & that was all he needed to know. Things were going to be alright, tonight. He could always make it another day if each one ended with you in his arms. Just like this.

A/N: I honestly don't know if I wrote angst. I just know I didn't want to write Jack fighting you. So uh... hope you enjoy

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Updated: What Characters I Will Write

I've been working on a novel & have had a Tumblr resurgence for writing practice. Here's an updated list of characters I will write for:

ALL x GN!READER (UNLESS IT'S GAY OR LESBIAN CHARACTERS)

Shawn Hatosy:

Jack Abbot ~ The Pitt

Titus Danforth ~ Ready or Not 2: Here I come

Sam Claflin:

Finnick Odair ~ Hunger Games

Will Traynor ~ Me Before You

Pedro Pascal:

Agent Whiskey ~ The Kingsman: Golden Circle

Joel Miller ~ The Last Of Us (Show)

Javier Peña ~ Narcos

Oberyn Martell ~ Game of Thrones

Dan Stevens:

David Collins ~ The Guest

Travis "Trapper" Beasley ~ Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire

Frank ~ Abigail

Herr Konig ~ Cuckoo

James McAvoy:

Charles Xavier ~ X Men First Class

Paddy Feld ~ Speak No Evil

Michael Fassbender:

Eric Lehensherr ~ X Men First Class

George Woodhouse ~ Black Bag

David 8 ~ Prometheus

Hugh Grant:

Mr. Reed ~ Heretic

Daniel Cleaver ~ Bridget Jones

Colin FIrth:

Mark Darcy ~ Bridget Jones

Harry Hart ~ Kingsman

Poly Characters (Assorted):

Gomes Adams & Morticia Adams x Reader ~ The Addams Family (1991/1993)

Lalo Salamanca x Reader x Nacho Varga ~ Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Sierra Six & Lloyd Hansen x Reader~ The Gray Man

Ryan Ezahler & Dylan Lenivy x Reader ~ The Quarry

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis x Reader ~ Scream

Erich Lehensherr x Reader x Charles Xavier ~ X-Men First Class

Assorted Random Characters:

Indiana Jones ~ Indiana Jones

Benoit Blanc ~ Knives Out

Alan Grant ~ Jurassic Park/3/Dominion

Gustavo Fring ~ BB & BCS

Dewey Riley ~ Scream/2/3/4/5

Travis Hacket ~ The Quarry

Vander ~ Arcane

Albert Wesker ~ Resident Evil

Barry Berkman ~ Barry

Harry/Harrison Wells ~ The Flash

Wolverine "Logan Howlett" ~ (Any Hugh Jackman Version)

Chief Martin Brody ~ Jaws

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This has very quickly become a Shawn Hatosy fan page lmao

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The Perfect Prey

A/N: Still in a writing funk for my novel. Actually edited this one so you're all getting fed well today.

Pairing(s): Titus Danforth x GN!Reader

Contains: Blood, Gore, Violence, (It's Ready or Not 2, baby), Stalker!Titus, Death (Reader goes crazy), Gore, manipulation, I guess light spoilers (very light, you wont know whats movie & whats not)

The last thing you remembered was that man as he stuck a needle in your neck. His lips grazed your ear as he spoke. "You are enchanting. I'll make sure it's painless, little bunny."

Panic. A pin prick. Then, nothing.

Now, you're on a golf green. The sun shines brightly into your eyes & forces you awake. You know one thing for sure, you need to run. Not only run, but go on the offensive. Your wedding, just last night, to Alex LeDomas, was all hiding. Tonight is going to be different.

You force yourself up, seeing Titus & Ursula across the field & heading in your direction on a golf cart. Ursula aims her gun & you & takes a shot, the bullet landing maybe ten feet away from you. You don't need more motivation as you take off running into the forest.

Titus smirks to himself. Obviously, he wants to win this. He is going to kill you, that's a fact, but he likes observing you more. He will relish in every moment up to that kill.

"Dammit, we'll have to ditch the golf cart." Ursula acknowledges as Titus pulls up to the edge of the woods.

Titus is staring out into the treeline, watching as a branch rips the sleeve of your outfit. It drew blood. Ursula seemed to not be able to see you as she marched forth blindly into the trees.

"We should split up."

Ursula turned back. "What?!"

"Cover more ground. Come on, sister. You can't handle yourself?"

"Of course, I can handle myself." She retorted. She scoffed & turned to head deeper into the woods. "Fine. Don't get yourself killed."

Titus offered a silent smirk before turning & running along the treeline in the direction he saw you run off.

Meanwhile, you were at the opposite edge of the woods. Ten yards in front of you, lay a gazebo. You recognized the man from the initial meeting as Ignacio El Caído, head of the family of the same name. He was setting up a perch on one of the stone railings, waiting for you to come into his line of fire. He didn't see you.

You didn't miss a beat, marching forward & grabbing the first heavy object you found. That happened to be a propane tank as you heaved it up.

"Hey, asshole!" You called out.

You let him look at you before you killed him. Registered the fear in his eyes. Relished in it, even. He was here to kill you & underestimated you heavily. That was his own fault.

A sickening crack could be heard as you slammed the tank into the side of his head. He fell to the floor, hardly conscious & coughing up blood. You pried the sniper rifle from his hands, only taking a moment to wonder why he had such an advanced weapon when Ursula had an old pistol.

"You bitch," He gargled.

You kicked him in the ribs. "Seethe."

Then, you made a break for one of the buildings, seeking cover. Make no mistake, you weren't hiding. Just getting out of the open.

Meanwhile, Titus stumbled on Ignacio. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. The excitement that filled his body, his heart rate jumping at the sight. You were ruthless, the bloody propane take discarded next to the man's head. Ignacio's now cold, dead eyes staring into the sky.

He took a look around & scanned the treeline. "Where did you go, bunny?"

He found Viraj Rajan, masked & wielding his sword as he entered the maintenance building off to the left. Viraj must've seen you go in. Clever, he thought. So, Titus followed the same trail.

He didn't find you before you killed Viraj, but yet again he found the body. Titus knew he was getting closer because this time, Viraj was still alive.

"Titus," He groaned. "Help me."

"They're fascinating, aren't they?" Titus smiled to himself. "How did she get you?"

"What?"

Titus leaned over Viraj. "You're a big guy. You'd be a tough competitor, even against me. How'd they get you?"

"Who... cares?" Viraj fought back the coughs. "Just, get me back to the mansion."

"Nice try, buddy. Better luck next time," Titus called out over his shoulder as he walked off in the direction you had to have gone in.

Viraj called Titus' name over his shoulder. Titus owed the man nothing, they were competitors. While he walked, Titus racked his brain over just how many bullets would be in that rifle. He stepped out into the main room to see Wan Chen had found you. Not only that, but she had her sword to your throat.

Titus ducked behind a nicely decorated table with gifts from a wedding on it. He watched excitedly as the scene unfolded. He knew if he made himself known that Wan Chen would kill you immediately to take the high seat. This was the closest he could do to helping you.

His eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Why am I helping them?

Then, he heard Wan Chen's offer. Marry my son. We get the seat & you get to live. Interesting. He almost scoffed at the offer, somehow knowing you wouldn't give into that. Though, the clause intrigued him. He turned to leave, Wan Chen still having the upper hand. He'd consult The Lawyer about this clause. If it had any truth to it, & if you survived Wan Chen, he would have some considering to do.

Hours later, it's nearing dawn. You've taken out a good amount of those attending. Most families had taken at least one hit, the only one still complete being The Danforth's. Titus would call Ursula & give her bad Intel, send her on a wild goose chase. All for this moment.

He followed you into the security building, immediately initiating a silent lockdown as the door closed behind him. No one in, no one out. He knew you were still carrying the gun but he also watched as the gun ran out of bullets when you attacked Francesca El Caído. You wanted to look like a bigger threat & he respected that.

You still didn't know he was behind you, & he wanted to remedy that, Unknowingly, you were running into a dead end, & he wanted to make this more exciting. Titus began humming a song, a song he'd listen to on hunts easier than this. The humming was soft & low, echoing through the halls.

His eyes fell to the floor, follow the droplets that occasionally graced the floor. Francesca did put up quite the fight against you. A fork to the hip left the perfect little blood trail.

He tracked you down like prey until you were stuck in the corner of the building. He knew where you were hiding, but it brought him joy to drag it out. So, Titus peeked in cupboards & other crawlspaces he knew you couldn't hide in. Then, as he neared your corner, you jumped out. A little predictable as you raised the gun at him.

He raised his hands in a placating gesture, letting you think, for a moment, that you had power. "Come on, bunny. Put the gun down."

"Fuck off!" You cried. "I'll kill you right now!"

He took slow steps towards you despite your threats. You were the picture of perfection. Titus couldn't help but drag his eyes slowly along your frame. You were bloodied, your hair wild & free. Your suit/dress was torn & undone. It was sexy. He wanted to kiss you. Pin you to the wall & do so many things to you.

"I know you can't hurt me." He smiled. Your lips parted, knowing he knew you didn't have any bullets. Still, you held your ground. God, he wanted to break you down & make you beg. "I don't want to hurt you either, bunny."

"Liar!" You accused as you raised the gun to point at his head.

Titus stopped about two feet in front of you & grabbed the barrel of the sniper. He lowered it slowly & you sobbed. "Come on, a pretty little thing like you doesn't need to be carrying such a weapon. Set it down."

You choked out another sob but something in you told you to listen. Slowly, shakily, you lifted the strap off your shoulder & set the gun on the ground.

"Good." Titus smirked at your first sign of obedience. He raised his hands to hold your cheeks & you hardly flinched. His thumbs moved up to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "You are even more divine up close, bunny."

You sucked in a breath & he stepped forward, planting a kiss to your forehead. Then, he returned to his spot before dropping down to one knee. You looked at him, confused.

"I heard about the clause. I will let you live, only, if you marry me." Titus explained simply. "So, Y/N L/N. Will you be mine?"

A/N: Again, small. Love Titus. Want another part?

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The Most Important One Part 2

Part 1

A/N: Welp, I was asked enmasse to continue torturing the hot old man so here goes.

Pairing(s): Jack Abbott x GN!Spouse!Reader, Dad!Dr. Robby x GN!Reader

Mini Synopsis: You went to Pittfest with Jake & Leah & saved a ton of lives, but it may be at the cost of your own.

Contains: Every trigger warning that comes with The Pitt (Death, Gore, Violence, Really Sad Shit), Reader Injuries, Mentions of Guns & Shooting, Lots a Blood. Let's be honest, despite my training, probably some medical inaccuracies because I'm not doctor level. Wrote this on my phone so probably typos

Jack & Robby hardly gave a chance for the interns to even look at you. They were flying. It was a concern that the two main attendings were in one room working on one patient for so long but Shen was out there somewhere to pick up the pieces.

"I need an attending!" Santos called as she burst in the door. Neither Jack or Robby gave a second thought as to what could be more exciting out there for her.

"Find Shen!" Jack replied quickly.

You weren't lucky enough to have the bullet go through. Jack had an elbow braced on the bed, tool in hand with a flashlight in the other. He had numbed the area completely but it still hurt him to do this.

I'm saving them, he thought. Still, it hurt. Digging through your hip to find the bullet. Hoping to the powers that be that it didnt have pieces break off causing more damage.

You were hardly awake, but he spoke to you. For both of you. He needed to hear that it was okay just as much as you did. "Didn't hit anything important, baby. Bullet went through your phone, must've slowed it down enough to not go through but I'm going to find it."

You managed a groan in response. He worried.

"Can you feel anything? I can raise the morphine, sweetheart. Just nod, I'll take the pain away."

"Jack, we can't give them more," Robby spoke up. He had been tending to a gash on your shoulder. All bandaged up now.

"I will do anything for them, Robby! If she's in pain, I will take it away!" He cried.

His whole being shook. He felt your hand move to cover his & he had to choke back a sob. He held it with his free hand. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry."

He focused back on the bullet & found it, pulling it out slowly. It was jagged, though he managed to keep it safe on the clamp.

"No need to repack, bleeding stopped," Jack replied.

You were going to be okay. He let out a breath he had been holding for god knows how long.

"I need an attending!" A voice called out as the doors burst open.

"Find She-" Jack paused. It was Shen. "What?"

"I-I don't know what to do. I need help." Shen looked distraught.

Shen was new as an attending, this happened sometimes. Jack was always happy to help, but why now. Why when you were here, needing his comfort & embrace.

"I'll stay with them," Robby said quickly.

That made Jack a litttle angry but he knew you meant as much to Robby as you did to him. He needed to let Robby have his time with you before he scooped you up & kept you home forever where no one could hurt you. Or, at least, thats what he wished he could do.

He degloved & got some hand sanitizer, following Shen. "Tell me about the patient."

"Early 20s, multiple lacerations, knife to the chest. We're struggling to keep this guy alive but he's simultaneously very talkative."

"Interesting," Jack admitted, though his mind was still stuck on you.

"Listen, just- try not to kill the guy. Alright?"

"Why would I-"

Upon opening the door, his ears were flooded with the guy's complaints. "Where is that fucker! Is that them? I'll kill 'em for stabbing me!"

The patient was restrained to the bed while the other doctors worked. Jack noticed most of the interns had made their way to this room instead, the man had even gained an audience outside of some of the nurses. Swat stood in the corner of the room, watching over as they tried to save his life.

"Who is this guy?" Jack asked as he put on gloves, though he feared he knew the answer.

The swat officer in the corner spoke up. He still had some of your blood on his uniform. He looked down on the man with disgust. "He's the shooter."

The feeling came back. The paralyzing fear. The cold wash. All of it. He wanted to throw up. Wanted to scream. Wanted to punch the guy. Shen was looking at him, waiting for direction on what to do, but all Jack was to do was kill the guy.

He strode right up to the bed. In his mind, he tore the guy's head off. In reality, he was hardly more composed. "Listen here, fucker. You hurt my partner. You speak one more word against them & I will make sure you die on this table, alright?"

The shooter froze, surely going through what Abbot just felt. He smirked, just slightly, before getting to work.

The shooter was out cold by the time he was done, but he was alive. Jack's hands shook again. His bad leg hurt. His head ached. Fuck, everything was awful.

He stumbled out of the room, degloving & getting hand sanitizer before returning to trauma one. It was empty, no sign of you in sight.

He stepped out & found Dana, "Where's Y/N?"

"Surgery. They took them up to close the wound & verify they were okay. Robby went with them."

Jack swallowed hard & nodded. You were going to be safe. He stumbled out into the lobby then to the stairwell. Each step he took the more he spiraled.

Sure, you'd be okay today but he just saved the man that tried to kill you. He had to, there was no way getting around it. That's so fucked up. Now you'd have to be afraid, forever. If you weren't, then he'd be. He couldn't be by your side every second. Every phone call would scare him. Every time, he'd think you were dead.

By the time he paused to breathe, he was already in his spot. Just past the railing, looking down at the street below. It was dark already, on his day off. He was supposed to be greeting you at the door right now. You would have been designated driver, dropped Jake & Leah off at their respective homes before returning to his arms. He'd still be early on into his day, being used to the night shift, but he'd climb into bed with you & hold you till you fell asleep. Stay with you after, for a while, probably.

Instead, he's here. You are going to need physical therapy. Months of it, that is, if you will even have the capability to walk again. He couldnt be sure if nerves were hit. Robby, surely, will need a sabbatical. He was already in shambles after Leah died, Jake's reaction being no help. When you came in he watched Robby's heart shatter.

He didn't feel like the strong one right now. You saved so many people. You took down the killer. He keeps freezing. You deserve better.

He took a step closer, bringing his right hand up so he can look at his ring. He adjusted it in circles around his ring finger, thinking of you. How amazing you looked on the wedding day. Your smile.

One last look over the ledge. It's always been you. You've always been the the thing keeping him on the roof, pulling him back. The only reason he hasn't jumped. He turned & ducked under the railing before heading back downstairs. Down to surgery. He's not on the clock, he can be wherever he wants. He asked the first person he saw where you were. Of course they knew. Hero of Pittfest, associated with two of the top doctors in the building, everyone knew where you were.

When he found your room, he didn't freeze. They had finished the procedure & you were laying in bed. Weak, but you were managing a small conversation with Robby. He must've been on the roof a while.

He appraoched you briskly, reaching for your free hand & pulling your attention along with it.

"Honey," You whispered, your voice hoarse.

He cried then. You'd never seen him cry this hard. He held your hand in both of his & brought it to his chest. You managed to scoot over, a small wince escaping you. Then, you tugged on his shirt, pulling him in to lay beside you.

He obliged, curling up in the small space beside you. You brought his head to your chest.

"Listen," You commanded, pushing lightly down on his head, "I'm alive, because of you."

You pulled his leg up & removed the prosthetic, pushing it back down the bed. He gripped your shirt tight with one hand, still keeping a hold on your hand with the other.

"I thought I was going to lose you."

"You'd never lose me. You can patch me up a million different ways, doc. I'll be frankenstein before you lose me."

He let out a strangled laugh. He planted a kiss to your collarbone. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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Lmao, accidentally posted the second part of The Most Important One. Thats what I get for writing on my phone. I will repost when I'm actually done with it!

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The Most Important One

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: BonkWosher back from the grave to ruin a hot old man's day because I'm a sadistic motherfucker.

Pairing(s): Jack Abbott x GN!Spouse!Reader, Dad!Dr. Robby x GN!Reader

Mini Synopsis: You went to Pittfest with Jake & Leah & saved a ton of lives, but it may be at the cost of your own.

Contains: Every trigger warning that comes with The Pitt (Death, Gore, Violence, Really Sad Shit), Reader Injuries, Mentions of Guns & Shooting, Lots a Blood. Let's be honest, despite my training, probably some medical inaccuracies because I'm not doctor level.

You came with Jake that morning to grab the tickets, being the best driver of the three. You were young enough to be their friends but old enough for a "chaperone" joke to make the rounds.

You were well known by the whole hospital. Jack being your husband, you reigning in his sarcasm, made the night shift love you. Dr. Robby being your dad, you came in sometimes to bug him too so day shift loved you. Everyone greeted the two of you with big smiles.

"There's my two favorite civilians!" Dana teased.

You gave her a hug, "Hey, Dana. Have you seen my dad?"

"He's around here somewhere. Let me go find him."

Dana went off on her mission & you walked around. They were probably a little too lenient with the two of you, but who cares. As long as you stayed out of the way, no one would mind. You ran into all the regular day shift people, even got introduced to the interns.

Eventually, Dana found Robby & directed him to you & Jake. You got the passes & gave him a hug while Jake thanked him again. It was supposed to be you three, like a family outing, but you tried to make the best of being a third wheel.

"Go have fun, kiddo. Make sure Jake doesn't get into any trouble," Dr. Robby spoke softly as he hugged you.

Jake scoffed. "I heard that!"

"What, I said I have fun!" He laughed, leaving you both with some extra cash for the festivities.

That was hours ago. Jack knew you were at Pittfest, but waking up to an empty house still made him a little worried. He sent you an "I miss you" text like the lovesick puppy you knew him to be, then headed into the living room. He could only distract himself so much with TV before something in him said to pull out the police scanner. It was weird that he had it, you had pointed that out a couple times, but ultimately you let him keep it. If it made him feel safe, more power to him.

It was another hour before he heard it. The occasional chirps of dispatch & officers was replaced with an alert. Shooting at PittFest. His blood turned to ice, sending a cold wash over him in one big wave. Freezing but he didn't shiver. He couldn't move. He just listened as they spoke.

"Multiple casualties, shooter is armed with an automatic rifle. Route all injured civilians to PTMC."

PTMC. The Pitt. That's where he works. Feeling returned to his body in such a sharp jolt that he physically jumped up. He had to catch his balance for a second, in the end deciding to sit back down so he could attach his prosthetic. He had to go in. He had to be there when you came in. You'd be safe, of course, he had to rationalize. You would just come in to help bring in some patients & find the comfort of safety in his arms. That's all. You'd be safe. You had to be.

When Robby heard about the shooting, his first thoughts went to you & Jake. He couldn't extend his fears enough to worry about how this affected Jack. Just hoped that Jack would come in to help. He started relentlessly dialing your phone & Jake's, alternating every couple attempts, only handing it off to Dana when he absolutely had to. He didn't know how he was going to focus on the mass casualty event when you were out there. He did his best to stop the shaking in his hands. To stop the memories of Dr. Adamson. To stop picturing you dead already.

When Jack came in & the two men saw each other, they each calmed a fraction. They, at least, had the support of each other through this. Jack buried himself in preparing. The more he was ready, the quicker he could save you if the worst imaginable thing happened. As the patients came in, they both scanned each face for you. Jack had given up trying to call you, knowing Dana was still calling. With every patient he treated in the red, he tried to make sure he always had enough equipment for when you came in.

Jake & Leah came in about midway through. It took all of Jack's willpower to not abandon his patient when he heard another doctor say they came in. Robby had gone running & when he returned, he was working on Leah. It wasn't far from Jack, close enough where Jack could see the tears in Robby's eyes.

"Were they with 'em?" Jack called out.

Robby could only shake his head as he tried to resuscitate Leah.

Leah had long since passed before you even came in. They were worried that you may have been declared dead on the scene. Robby was in shambles & Jack was barely keeping up the facade anymore. The other doctors tried to get them to take a break, things were starting to calm down, but they couldn't. If they stopped, all they'd be able to do was worry.

Jake was telling Robby what he remembered again with one of the cops who was on the scene, seeing if they could send a search party out for you. "The shooting began & we were at the food trucks. Everyone started clearing immediately. It was like a stampede. Y/N was a few food stands down & we got pulled by the crowd towards the parking lot. That's when everything went bad for us. I have no idea where they went."

Then, Swat was yelling. "We got another vic! Took down the shooter but got shot in the process!"

There, in the arms of a heavily armored swat, was you. Jack sprinted to Trauma one & threw open the door, "IN HERE! PLEASE!"

He didn't acknowledge the gurney that came in after. The one that when Dana was told who it was, made her eyes widened. He was dragged straight to behavioral one.

Right now, all Jack could think about was you. You were hardly present, your eyes half lidded & glazed over. There was blood everywhere & he couldn't tell what was yours & what wasn't. If it was all yours, surely you'd have died from blood loss. You had a bullet wound just above your right hip & it wasn't looking good, blood still oozed out. Your clothes were ripped & tattered.

He wanted to cry. Jack never cried but looking at his partner like this, your ring a shade of red, caked with blood. Your hair looking like you showered in it. He wanted to bawl at your feet & tell you he never should have let you go. Or he should've gone with you. Should've protected you, taken a bullet for you, anything. He would've done anything to not see you like this. To have this image erased from his brain & have you in his arms, okay.

Robby rushed in then to help & some of the student doctors followed. It seemed like everyone wanted a piece in helping save The Pitt's favorite civilian. Jack reached down to hold your hand for a moment as Robby began assessing the wounds. He was going to do whatever it took to save you.

A/N: I kind of want to do a second part? We interested? (I made it)

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Touch Me [Walter X GN!Reader]

Summary: You and Walter are currently the only two people awake on the colony ship headed for the outskirts of the galaxy. And while most people would find the company of a synthetic to be unsettling, you have come to realize you much prefer his presence over that of other humans. And perhaps you enjoy his company even more than you originally thought.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Making out, implied sexual thoughts

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word Count: 3.1K

Notes: I recently rewatched the entire Alien franchise and rediscovered my love for Walter. Because of course my dumbass feels connected to an autistic-coded character...There really isn't much plot here, just self-indulgence via smooching a big, wholesome android. And, as always, no beta. I die a warrior's death.

Living with a synthetic is easy. Like a faithful company android should, Walter has always done exactly what he’s supposed to when he’s supposed to. He never interrupts your work unless absolutely necessary and he doesn’t dare disturb your sleep unless following explicit instructions from you or MUTHUR to wake you in time to complete your tasks.

In addition to being an efficient and reliable worker, Walter has also proven himself to be a surprisingly pleasant companion. Conversation, it seems, comes naturally for him and his seemingly endless internal database of poetry and literature means he can recite any one of your favorite stories upon request. Though it’s strange to admit, there’s a pleasantness to his voice that makes every encounter with him comforting.

In fact, the more time you’ve spent together, the more you’ve come to realize just how much you truly find pleasant about him. The mesmerizing tint of his electric blue eyes. The imperfection of his crooked smile when you tell him your worst jokes. The gentleness of his touch despite the inhuman strength of his body. You know these are all things that were programmed into him by some random company engineer years ago, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than a bunch of 0’s and 1’s. He’s not just a robot designed to serve man, he’s…Walter.

The stronger your connection feels over these first few weeks of travel, the bolder you get when it comes to exploring your affection for him. It starts with accidental brushes of the hand against his arm or a gentle press of your palm between his shoulder blades when you squeeze behind him in a tight corridor. Fleeting touches that can easily be written off as necessary interactions given the nature of your environment. He, of course, doesn’t seem to mind at all. Every time it happens, he responds to your apology or “excuse me” with a courteous little grin and a brief utterance of reassurance.

On a particularly bad day, when nothing seems to go right and the loneliness of space grips at your heart, you ask for his comfort and he obliges. His hand rests on your shoulder until it simply isn’t enough and you ask him to hold you. No request is too much for Walter, so sure enough you find yourself wrapped in his arms with your head resting on his chest. Even despite his lack of fleshy internal organs, you find he’s just as warm as any human would be. And when he murmurs soothing words in your ear, you realize that no human could possibly comfort you the way he can.

“Walter?”

“Yes?"

“Hugging you like this,” you murmur quietly into his charcoal sweatshirt, “Does it feel good for you?”

“If you’re inquiring as to whether or not I enjoy embracing you, yes. I find it quite satisfactory.”

“Good.”

“Is this embrace satisfying for you?”

“Very."

“I’m glad.”

To your surprise, the hand that had come to rest in the center of your back begins to move in slow circles. When you shift beneath his touch, the movement ceases.

“Apologies,” he says as he abruptly steps away. The loss of contact leaves your body yearning for the comfort.

“No need to apologize, Walter. It’s fine, really. I…” You hesitate for a moment. “It felt nice.”

You stare each other down, both of you searching for answers to questions neither of you have asked. You know it’s probably just your mind playing tricks on you, but it seems as though he looks nervous. Then again, hard not to notice an aura of uncertainty coming from a presence that is usually nothing but certain.

“Have you ever touched someone like that before now?” You ask.

“No. I’m afraid it was never the company’s intention for synthetics such as myself to engage in intimate contact.”

You try to stow away some of the sheer sadness you feel knowing what he’s said is undoubtedly true. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because that doesn’t seem fair. Being surrounded by people your whole life and knowing that none of them will ever hold you. Knowing that the people who created you never even wanted you to be held.”

“Fair or not, it is simply a part of my programming.”

You frown. It frustrates you to no end. No matter how many times he or the little voice in the back of your head tells you that he is simply an android following his programming, you want to argue that there’s more to it than that. That he genuinely exists and deserves to live.

“Aren’t you curious?”

“In regard to what exactly?”

“Touch. Don’t you ever wonder what it’d be like to truly be touched? To be held and caressed and cared for by someone else?”

“It is something I have pondered over from time to time, sure.”

Your heart is racing in your chest as you consider your words. It’s crazy, you know it is, but you can’t help yourself. “Would you like me to touch you?”

Walter’s head tilts to the left ever so slightly, much like a dog who’s heard his owner utter the name of his favorite toy in casual conversation. Those dazzling blue eyes blink a couple of times as he considers your question.

“Yes, I believe I would.”

An inaudible sigh of relief slips from your throat. You nod, more to yourself than to Walter, and step forward to close the distance between you. He doesn’t move in the slightest, just stands there and watches your every move with the scrutiny of a scientist at work.

You start by taking his right hand. Pulling it from his side, you raise it up into the space between your bodies. Your right thumb traces over his knuckles while your left hand gently pushes the sleeve of his sweatshirt up toward his elbow. Just like any human you’ve ever met, there are delicate hairs all along his forearm that jump back into place as the fabric of his sleeve slides past.

After watching those little hairs shift around exploratory strokes of your hand along the backside of his arm, you turn it over and trace the now exposed lines of his palm. You feel like those storied fortune tellers of old Earth who search for hidden meanings in the imperfections of a person’s skin. But instead of seeking out some clue to the distant future, it’s as if you’re seeking the very essence of humanity in Walter’s palm.

“You have a soft touch,” he notes as you ghost your fingertips over the almost velvety surface of his inner wrist.

Your eyes flick up to his face to find him still watching you with a nearly unreadable expression. “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all.”

Reassured by his response, you can’t help the tiny grin that pulls at the corner of your mouth. And as unbelievable as it sounds, Walter’s gaze seems soften at the sight of your smile.

Suddenly feeling as if you’ve been caught witnessing something you were never supposed to see, you hastily draw your focus away from his face and back down to the hand in your grasp. Your fingers trace the lines on his palm a few more times before you curl his fingers inward one by one. When every single digit has been bent into the familiar shape of a fist, you rotate his arm once again and bend his wrist back. Then, with painstaking patience that could drive a man insane, you slowly unravel his fingers with your own until your palms are flush against one another.

“Like Dürer’s Praying Hands.”

Sparing a glance upward once again, you see him gazing at your pressed hands with a nearly awestruck look in his eyes. The way he appears mesmerized by the very sight of this contact, you’d think he’s staring at the aforementioned German artwork itself.

You elect not to say anything, choosing instead to spread his fingers apart with your own. Once they’re fully splayed out, you slip your fingers in between those outstretched digits and tenderly grasp his hand. For the briefest moment, his fingers remain fully erect as if every joint in his hand is locked in place. But, like the sun setting upon its earthly horizon, they soon slowly fold downward until your hands are delicately intertwined.

There’s a tangible silence in the room as you both gaze upon your interlocked hands. The only sounds you can make out around you are the distant beeps of some far off console and the soft exhale of your own breath. And when Walter’s eyes shift from your hands to your face, that breath only grows heavier. He looks curious, anticipatory.

“I think I’m beginning to understand why humans hold hands as a gesture of affection.”

Your brow raises instinctively. “You like it?”

“It’s pleasant.”

“Would you be willing to let me touch your face?”

He blinks, seemingly processing the inquiry. Then he replies, “Of course.”

Using your free hand, you reach up and gently cup your palm along his jaw. As usual, he doesn’t even flinch at the new touch. He just keeps his eyes locked on you while you explore the new frontier that is his visage.

At first, you examine his face like a parent searching their child for minor cuts and bruises after an afternoon of rough housing in the backyard. It’s gentle, yet full of meticulous observation. Intimate in a way only familial touch can be.

But after a while, you become familiar with the feeling of his skin and allow yourself to truly caress the face before you. Fingertips press into the most delicate patches of skin at the back of the jaw. Your thumb tenderly rubs his cheekbone as the butt of your palm teeters at the edge of his mouth. It’s not your intention to feel his lips just yet but it can’t be helped when your skin brushes past them. And just like a human’s lips would be, they are tantalizingly supple against your skin.

Goosebumps crawl up your forearm when you feel his breath tickle the inside of your wrist. Witnessing him breathe is one of those things that never ceases to fascinate you or quell your incessant desire to prove Walter is more than just some carbon copy synthetic. What need would an artificial person have to breathe if they were simply meant to be servants for mankind? Why make them so incredibly real if they aren’t supposed to live a real life? Why strive to recreate the inherently flawed design of the human body if they aren’t meant to be human?

“Is everything alright?”

Walter’s voice draws you out of your thoughts so violently that he may as well have shoved you out of the airlock. You blink yourself back to consciousness and are startled to find your thumb resting at the edge of his top lip, your hand still cupped along the sharp line of his jaw. His breath continues to tickle your wrist with every exhale.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer as you reposition your hand away from his mouth, “Everything’s fine.”

“You’re displaying early symptoms of common influenza,” he counters matter-of-factly, eyes piercing right through the shield of your lie. “Your heart rate is elevated and your body temperature has increased by half a degree.”

Your body temperature may have only risen by a fraction of a degree but it may as well be several dozen considering the sheer heat scalding your cheeks. The thudding of your heartbeat has become incessantly loud and your breath nearly gets trapped in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt as you pull yourself alway from him.

His brow immediately furrows with confusion. And if you dared to study his expression any longer, you may find the look on his face hints at disappointment.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand why you’re apologizing. You’ve done nothing wrong. If you are unwell, I would be happy to tend to you in the medical bay.”

“No!” The urgency in your voice catches you off guard. You swallow the lump in your throat, hoping it will take some of the embarrassment down with it. “Thank you. But, I’m not sick, Walter, I promise. I’m just…Nervous.”

His head tilts again. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re actively staving off immense shame for your handling of the whole situation, you might actually be able to acknowledge just how endearing you find that little tick of his.

“May I ask why you are nervous?”

A breathy chuckle escapes the confines of your throat. A nervous laugh that you had no intention of letting out. Walter appears even more puzzled by the reaction.

“I’m nervous because I’m touching you,” you admit, “Because touching you is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now. And because now that I’ve done so, I want to keep doing it.”

“Then why did you stop?"

It’s a question you weren’t expecting. But, of course Walter would be the one to bypass formalities and outright ask the hard questions.

“Because I feel guilty.”

“Guilt would imply that you’ve committed an offense or violation.”

“Running my hands over your body and caressing your face like you’re my lover sure as hell feels like a violation,” you argue.

Despite your tone growing erratic, he remains as stoic as ever. “I guarantee you, it isn’t. You asked for permission and I granted it.”

To your utter surprise, he reaches out and gently grabs you by the wrist. Despite your astonishment at his decision to reinitiate the contact, you don’t argue or pull away when he guides your hand back up to his face. Deep down you know this is the outcome you truly want, even if it’s one you never imagined you could have.

“Feel no guilt,” he says as your hand comes to its resting place along his jaw, “I want you to touch me.”

Your heart skips a beat at those words. It’s a statement that makes your mind race faster than any engine in the universe. Sexual innuendos and Freudian subconscious aside, the significance of his declaration isn’t lost on you. He isn’t just standing there, letting you explore his visage like some statue being admired by museum patrons. He’s now an active participant driven by his own desire to be caressed. To be caressed by you.

The mere notion of him wanting this is enough to conquer most of your hesitancy. Swallowing whatever fear remains, you bring your other hand up so that you’re cupping his face between them both. Your thumbs stroke at his cheekbones.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice is soft, restrained. He knows it’s dangerous to spook an already anxious animal.

You dwell on his words for a moment. His eyes, sharp and disarming as always, seem to peer right through your orbital cavity and into your brain itself. If he looks hard enough, he may very well discover the thoughts that are tucked away inside your mind without you even needing to put them into words.

Before you can convince yourself not to, you say, “You’re beautiful.”

He blinks. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting that.

“The color of your eyes. The shape of your lips. The strength of your jaw.” You all but sigh as you trace the line of his jawbone with your middle finger. “I admire everything about you.”

“And what about the fact that I’m not actually human? Do you find that unsettling?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Why is that?”

You nearly scoff at the question. “Because you could introduce me to a hundred strangers on Earth and I can almost guarantee you that you’re more human than most of them. You have shown me more kindness and empathy than half the people I’ve met in my lifetime.” You slide one hand down to his chest, splaying your fingers out over the spot where his heart should sit. “It doesn’t matter what parts you have or what fluid flows through your veins. I still care for you, Walter.”

In a way, you feel exposed. You never fully considered just how deeply you feel for him. Though, the more you think about it, the more you realize that it shouldn’t be much of a shock at all.

“I would like to kiss you.”

Now there’s a shocking statement.

“What?” You stare at him in awe, unsure that you heard him correctly.

“I said that I would like to kiss you,” he states, “If you find such contact to be agreeable, of course.”

Words are unattainable for you in that moment so you settle for a nod.

He leans in and kisses you softly. He’s so careful, so unbearably gentle that it feels like his lips simply ghost over yours. It isn’t unpleasant, of course. It’s simply too delicate. The whole thing is over before your brain can even process what’s happening. It leaves you yearning for more.

When he pulls back to look at you, he can see the dissatisfaction painted on your face. “Did I do it incorrectly?”

“It wasn’t…wrong. It was just very quick. And much softer than I was expecting.”

“I see.” He thinks for a moment before adding, “Would you like to do it again your way?”

“You want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes instinctively lock on your mouth to watch as your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. “Okay.”

You reposition your right hand from his chest to the side of his neck and pull him back toward you. When you kiss him, you do so with passion. Your lips find his like a drowning man resurfacing for air after being jostled by the sea. Not violent, but desperate, as if Walter’s kiss could save your life in the cold vacuum of space.

He may not know what he’s doing, but what he’s doing is right. When your tongue presses against his lip, he opens his mouth to welcome it. When you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, he shifts just enough to make it deeper. When your nails dig into his skin to drag him closer, his hands find shelter upon your waist to steady himself. He may be a synthetic by design, but it’s clear from the way he kisses that he is human by nature.

You’re nearly gasping by the time you break the kiss. The breathless wonder of a good kiss is a feeling you have sorely missed and, judging by the blissful look in Walter’s eyes, it seems he’s just experienced something similar for the very first time.

“I have to admit, I prefer your method,” he muses as a tiny grin pricks at the corner of his mouth.

You can’t help but return that grin with a big smile of your own. Your thumb grazes across his bottom lip. “Well, good news: you and I have a lot of time to explore more methods, if you want.”

“I fear there isn’t anything you could offer that I wouldn’t want now.”

[bonkwosher]

Jealous Dan Stevens' Characters Headcanons

A/N: A little more for Herr König than the rest bc I'm excited. But yeah, I'm kinda back. Sorry, I've been so busy. Also, tell me if I can give Herr König a name! It would make it easier for me to write.

Pairing(s): Travis "Trapper" Beasley x GN!Reader, Adam "Frank" Barnett x GN!Reader (Separate), David Collins x GN!Reader (Separate), Herr König x Reader (Separate)

Contains: Mentions of unwanted advances, jealousy (obviously), mentions of guns, Confident Frank, Nervous Trapper, David being... crazy, MY FIRST TIME WRITING HERR König

Frank

Frank is definitely the jealous type. He craves power & he wants you to be his & only his. You're very important to him & he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. Especially if someone stole you away from him.

He is also the kind of guy to play off his jealousy, or better yet, pretend he isn't jealous. He'll give you a smirk or a scoff & simply state, "Me, jealous? Look at me, Y/N!"

If someone is casually flirting or being nice, he doesn't worry too much. But he will watch. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust the person flirting with you. If they touch your arm or so much as compliment you, he's wincing & looking for alcohol. He doesn't want to control you.

If someone tries to make an unwanted advance he's right there in seconds. He's got you behind him, one hand on your arm & another ready to grab his gun. Frank likely towers over whoever is flirting with you. He sounds polite but everyone within earshot knows his true feelings. He wants to rip this person to shreds.

"Well, hello. I don't believe we've met, I'm their boyfriend."

"Now is that how we treat someone as lovely as this?"

If he feels the guy hitting you is particularly douchey he'll address himself as your husband, despite you guys not being married. It brings him great satisfaction to call himself that, your husband, & it usually gets the particularly annoying ones to back off.

Trapper

Trapper is a sweetheart. If he gets jealous it's going to be hard for him to tell you. You're just so perfect in his eyes, of course, every human on this planet can see it. He tends to get pretty quiet when he's jealous. Not because he wants you to notice his absence, but because he gets so nervous.

He likes to stay attached to you if he can. Even if you're turned away from him at the moment he likes to keep ahold of your hand. If you're facing the same way his arm will be around you in one way or another.

If you introduce him as your boyfriend he'll perk up. A wave of energy & excitement enters him & he gets all bubbly. He's safe, he knew he could trust you. He just gets anxious sometimes.

If someone gives you unwanted attention though, he's not afraid to assert himself. His fear with jealousy is upsetting you, or not being enough. But he's dealt with Titans, some random creepy guy is nothing.

He will mostly de-escalate & get you out of there, get you safe. But he is completely willing to fight for you.

David

David has a short temper with jealousy, but he is very methodical. He won't get mad at you but he may get short with you, which is very noticeable.

Simple no's or yes'... mostly no's to any of your questions. The reason he's short is simple. His hand is in his pocket, clutching his flip knife with an iron grip, vividly daydreaming of the things he could be doing with the flirt that stood opposite you.

Once you notice all you have to do is redirect your attention to him & things will lighten up. He will still be staring daggers, or flip knives, into your admirer.

David has some sort of toxic masculinity bullshit that is usually under control, but if he feels like he's competing with a man for your attention he might start acting more animalistic. Puffing up his chest, showing off his skills, showing that he is the better man.

But again, once he feels safe in your love, he's back to his normal still kinda crazy self. A simple hand on his cheek & a soft kiss is all he needs to wrap right back around your finger, his attention solely on you.

Herr König (Opinions on me giving him a first name? I kinda want to)

Herr König tries to eliminate all jealousy possible. You live together in his villa & spend most of your time at the resort. But he does like to treat you to dinners or show you around the nearby towns. It brings him joy to show off his amazing partner from time to time.

One thing he especially likes to do is take you dancing, it's a hobby of his. Occasionally you'll even take lessons together. He recognized immediately that the star "student" in the class was attractive. He also noticed them taking glances at you, sparking up conversations about your day to day life, but never acknowledging your quiet German partner.

That's all anyone really knew about Herr König, because he really only spoke to you... in German. He didn't feel that he needed to speak to anyone else, especially your not-so-secret admirer. It felt like a subtle way to show his disdain for the dancer.

There's a time in the class when you swap partners but Herr König would just pretend he couldn't understand your admirer when they asked for your hand to dance. "Es tut mir leid. Sie sind verheiratet. (Roughly: "I'm sorry, they are married.")

Much to Herr König's chagrin, & he swears it was due to sabotage, in the middle of one of your lessons he slipped. He managed to catch himself, somehow, but it did not look smooth. You were worried when he acknowledged his pain but he tried to brush it off. Soon enough your teacher came up & suggested he sit off to the side & ice his foot. He only listened when you agreed that it was what he should do.

& sure enough, that star student saw his chance & swept you away. You had fun, you were smiling... as one does with friends. But your man was livid. He tried to stand but the pain grew to become unbearable. He began plotting to have this person disappear. He could use the cuckoos, yes, that would go nicely.

Your hand on his shoulder drew his attention upward. You gave him a quick peck before offering to help him up. You wanted to go home, dancing wasn't the same without your partner. His stomach filled with butterflies before accepting your invitation to an early exit.