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a Jack Abbot x female reader smau

mdni ! 18+

summary - in which dr. jack abbot has been in love with the same resident for years, she keeps dating terrible men and the entire emergency department is waiting for either of them to wake up.

!warnings! - age gap, obscenity, emotional manipulation, toxic bf, cheating, blood, injury description(s), workplace romance, panic attacks, medical trauma, some characters may be not behaving very canon-like.. (i'm sorry for that, pls trust i do my best to keep them as canon as i can), and uhh… idk ill keep ‘em coming as i write!!

a/n - helloo!!! not only is this my first ever fanfic but also first ever smau so hope y’all understand if it isn’t perfect😓😓 as i said in warnings i will try my best to keep everyone canon but im not good at headcanoning characters… so forgive me pls!!

prologue.1...: the good samaritan with a bleeding heart

progue.2…: the forbearing sweetheart with a delicate mind

part 1...:

part 2...:

part 3...:

part 4...:

part 5...:

part 6...:

part 7...:

part 8...:

epilogue...:

thank you @cursed-carmine for the dividers!!

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[inkdrinkerworld]

When Jack finds you already showered and in your pyjamas just staring at the wall of the bedroom he knows you’re not feeling like yourself.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He murmurs as he strips out of his SWAT suit and to his boxers. He climbs onto the bed and lays right next to you, your noses touching.

“Hi,” you sound more tired than you look and that makes him pout.

“Long day?” You nod and he coos, slipping one hand to the nape of your neck to get tangled in the hair there. “Anything I can do to help?”

You shrug, shutting your eyes when his fingers close around the hair and give a tug. Silence falls over the room for a bit until you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“I fucking hate working there.” You sound so defeated and Jack’s heart breaks clean in two.

He doesn’t say anything as you recount your week from hell, how nothing had gone according to plan, no one listens to you and you feel overworked and undercompensated.

When you finish he presses his lips to your forehead just between your eyebrows.

“You can just quit, baby.” His hand slips from your nape to the hinge in your jaw to tip your head back so you’re staring directly at him. “I hate that they’re making you feel like this,” he carries on, nudging his nose against yours.

“I can take care of us till you find something better if that’s what you want.” When you don’t say anything, Jack plants a kiss on your cheek. “I can also take care of us if you never want to go back to work.”

“You’re too kind.” You sigh and tip your head out of his hands and onto you pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling.

He frowns, slipping his hand under your sleep shirt to hold onto your waist as he turns so he can catch your eye.

“Think it over, sweetheart. I don’t like seeing you so down.”

You nod, turning to look at him. Your eyes are still glassy when you look at him but they’re less sad. Even if only a little.

“I love you,” you say earnestly, reaching a hand to Jack’s cheek.

He smiles and you see his tiny dimple poke through his grey beard. “I love you too, pretty. Come sit on the sink while I shower and we can talk about dinner?”

[bathtimejaffacakes]

IT’S COMPLICATED .ᐟ ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

summary: in a tight-knit small town, your bakery sits just streets away from his. the businesses—and your personalities—constantly clash, fueling a rivalry the whole town can’t help but watch unfold. what starts as a competition begins to shift the more your lives overlap, until keeping things strictly business becomes harder to maintain.

warnings: fem!reader x jack abbot, implied sexual content, age gap, cursing, mental health & family conflict related themes.

a/n: i want this to feel like a mix of bluebell, alabama and stars hollow, connecticut. the kind of town where everybody knows everybody & gossip travels faster than the morning paper! keep that atmosphere in mind while reading :]

TAGLIST IS NOW CLOSED !!!!

prologue. bonfire

01. smoke break

02. pie contest

03. brown sugar

04. sylvia plath

05. midnight in pajamas

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[suchaloveablelambtome]

[glamorizethechaos]

Emotional Support Animal • SMAU

Jack Abbot and his health anxiety hypochondriac fiancé who is always convinced they’re in the brink of death. Definitely not inspired by me or anything.

Warnings: reader has horrible health anxiety, and is also horny as fuck, age gap

Authors Note: this is my first attempt at SMAU, I find them to be SO funny and wanted to try my hand in it.

001. ice bucket challenge

002. thirsty

003. paralysis

004. nudie

005. pulse

[eternalabbot]

TEXTS…

jack abbot x controversially young gf!reader

18+ minors do not interact

warnings: female reader, age gap, reader is mid 20s, mention of smut kind of

a/n: omg now i want to make them have a baby

let me know if u want to be added to taglist for all jack text fics!

taglist: @escapingrealityalways @quicksilver21 @popecodysgirl @theariespov

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[shadeofpeach]

Jewelry mission

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: age gap (reader is 28, Jack is around 40) emotional hurt/comfort, discussions of guilt and self-worth, mentions of anxiety and autism, financial stress (comforted), established relationship.

Summary: When the traditional 9-to-5 feel like an impossible mountain to climb, Jack is there to remind you that your worth isn’t measured by a paycheck. And steps up as your biggest supporter.

✨️ based on this request ✨️

You sat at the kitchen table, the glow of your laptop illuminating your face. Beside it sat a small pile of vintage charms you’d been cleaning and reassembling into jewelry, a quiet attempt to turn a hobby into a few dollars.

During the last months, there's been a constant guilt in the back of your mind, a noise that told you that at twenty eight, you should be navigating the hospital hallways like Jack did, instead of retreating when everything got too loud.

When the front door clicked open, you instinctively tried to pull a sweater over the jewelry supplies.

"Hey, brightness," Jack’s voice drifted in. He dropped his bag and walked over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before his eyes landed on the table. "What’s all this?"

"Nothing," you murmured, your fingers twisting together. "I just... I wanted to see if I could sell some of these. I found a platform for it. I thought maybe I could cover the cost of those new boots I wanted, or at least help with the groceries this week."

Jack pulled out the chair next to you, turning it so he could face you fully. He looked... concerned. "You’ve been at this for hours, haven't you? Your neck is all tense."

"I just feel like I should be doing something, Jack," you said, the words tumbling out with a sting of tears. "You’re out there saving lives and dealing with the chaos of the ER, and I’m here... failing at basic adult functions because my brain won't let me leave the house some days."

Jack reached out, taking your hands in his. His palms were warm, a contrast to your cold ones.

"Look at me," he commanded gently, waiting until your eyes met his. "I don’t provide for you because I have to. I do it because I love knowing you’re safe. The world out there? It’s messy, and it’s a lot, even for me. If this home can be a safe place for you where you don't have to fight those battles, then I’m doing my job right."

"But I want to contribute," you whispered.

He watched you for a moment, seeing the way your eyes lingered on the silver charms, and he realized that while he wanted to take the pressure off, he didn't want to extinguish the spark of pride he saw when you finished a piece.

He reached over and picked up a delicate necklace you’d just finished, holding it up to the light.

"Okay, you know, this is actually incredible," he said, his voice turning in genuine awe. "The detail on the clasp alone... you did this by hand?"

You nodded shyly. "It helps me focus. It makes the noice in my head go away for a while."

"Then we’re keeping the business," Jack decided, a supportive smile playing on his lips. He pulled his phone out. "But we’re changing the mission statement. This isn't for groceries, and it’s not for bills. This is the Whatever You Want fund. You make it because you enjoy it, and whatever you earn goes straight to those boots, or a new game, or whatever makes you smile."

He leaned over the table, pointing to a particularly intricate bracelet. "In fact, Dr. Langdon’s niece has a birthday coming up. She loves this vintage style. If you’re open to a commission, I’d love to be your first official customer."

The guilt that usually felt like a lead weight began to shift a calm sense of purpose.

"You don't have to just buy things to be nice, Jack."

"I'm not," he insisted, squeezing your hand. "I’m buying it because it’s beautiful and you’re talented. I’ll handle the heavy lifting out there, okay? You just focus on creating. I’m your biggest fan."

He stood up to unpack his bag, the heavy knot in your chest loosened just a little. "Seriously, sunshine, send me the link to that shop. I'm telling everyone in the breakroom that I know a world class designer."

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[brnesblogposts]

this was my request and i’m holding back tears honestly, thank you <3

[annaevermore]

Everybody Here Wants You

Paring: Jack Abbot x fem!resident!reader

Summary: You have everybody's eyes on you, but you only have eyes for Jack. (0.8k)

Tags/warnings: fluff, mentions of drinking, implied age gap, use of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl), jack is smitten, reader too

A/N: Track 6 of Anna's 1k celebration! English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!

masterlist

And our eyes are locked in downcast love

I sit here proud

Even now, you're undressed in your dreams with me

Everybody Here Wants You — Jeff Buckley

Alanis Morissette is blaring though the speaker — well, your version of it.

After the downright hellish shift you had, you decided to go out to a karaoke bar with Mel and Trinity, needing the distraction.

"You Oughta Know" is being butchered by the three of you, but it's the most carefree you've felt in weeks.

The harsh lights hit your body, making your sweaty skin glisten. You've had one too many Pornstar Martinis, the sweetness making you forget about your dignity and the fact that you have work in the morning.

The crowd is feeling it, though. People are cheering and singing along, pushing you to commit even more to the bit.

Trinity unties Mel's braid, and you run your fingers through her blond locks, trying to liven them up.

When the chorus comes, you start going crazy, jumping around the tiny stage and giving it your all, using it as a cathartic experience to forget about the day.

The girls seem to need it too. Trinity had a fight with Garcia — or at least, you think — and Mel has some issues with her sister.

Not that any of them outright told you. That's what you do: figure people out and try to help them.

This approach seems to be what draws so many people in you sphere. Your energy is magnetic, making people crave for your attention.

Many eyes are focused on you. They have been ever since you walked through the door. But there's a special set of eyes that's currently fixed on you.

Before getting on stage, you had sent a drunken text to Jack, saying something about the music making your head pound in a good way, and how much you wished he were there.

So, naturally, he came to find you, noticing how late it was and knowing you'll regret all of your life choices once you'll wake up the next morning.

A beer is warming in his big hands, and a grin his plastered on his face. He noticed all of the eyes on you — how could he not?

Jack got used to it by now.

He knew he needed you from the moment he first saw you, when you started your residency a couple of years ago.

Everybody thinks they need you.

But he doesn't let that bother him. In fact, that's one of the things he loves most about you. You're all about giving: care, affection, and mostly, love.

Your eyes are polar opposite. His are guarded, hiding his barely concealed pain with humor, and yours are bright and curious, taking life as it is, the good and the bad.

And like all polar opposites, they always attract each other.

You notice him mid pre chorus, and your face breaks into a even bigger smile, mirroring his. Your eyes keep finding his throughout the rest of the song, and after you're done, you immediately go up to him.

"Hey, Jackie," you great him, positioning yourself between his thighs, and wrapping your arms around his neck.

His hands rest on your hips, and he kisses the side of your face, inhaling your sweet flowery scent.

"Hey, sweetheart. How was your night?"

Your hands move to his face, cupping his cheeks and looking at him with bright eyes.

"It was so fun!" you reply, slurring your words.

"I bet. Want me to take you home?"

That seems to wake you up. You blink at him a couple of times before a pout appears on your face.

"No," you whine, dragging out the letters. "We need to sing another song. We were going to do Gaga next."

Jack tries to suppress the laugh that was about to come out, not wanting to upset you.

"Are you not tired?"

You shake your head, but your heavy eyelids and the yawn you let out betray you.

"Doesn't look like it, pretty girl."

You seem to consider his words for a moment, before agreeing with him.

The two of you walk up to the table you were sharing with Trinity and Mel, where you left your jacket and your purse.

A few pleadings come out of the two girls mouths, as you give them a hug, promising to meet up again next Friday.

As you walk out of the bar, with Jack's arm resting comfortably around you waist, some eyes follow your figure.

He can't help but feel smug because, despite having all of these people, mostly younger than him, desperate to get a chance with you, you're now coming home with him.

"Wait, Jack," you stop in your tracks. "I have to pay my drinks."

"Already did. Now let's go home. I've missed you all day."

A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!

All the love, Anna ♡

[witchesgraves]

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[ruerecs]

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[bonjour-mon-amy]

So Soft – Jack Abbot

pairing: jack abbot x fem!colleague!reader

summary: you show up at his door in the middle of the night, too tired to pretend you're fine. You ask for help. He gives it – just not in the way you expected.

tags/warnings: female reader, no use of y/n, no physical description, sleep deprivation, fainting/loss of consciousness, hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, age gap (not specified), not proofread, jack is probably ooc but being caring and gentle, let me know if I missed something.

authors note: first time posting here. English isn’t my first language, but I hope you enjoy it! (I'm a little nervous...)

word count: 2.2k

It was a very strange, very spontaneous and completely irrational decision to show up at a man’s doorstep at midnight without an invitation. But not for you. You stood in front of the door of his house, looking at it as salvation and perdition.

You were already here. It would be pointless to retreat. At least that's what you told yourself.

The screen door creaks open before you can even knock. And there he was. Dr. Jack Abbot, leaning in the doorway with that unreadable look he always seems to wear – somewhere between curious and exhausted.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you like he was trying to figure out why the hell you were here. His tired expression was slightly tense, but there was still a hint of concern in his gaze.

Then he spoke, his voice low and a little rough around the edges.

“Didn’t expect company tonight. You alright?”

You bit your lip.

Were you alright? Good question.

Probably. At least right now – standing here with one of the best surgeons in the Pitt right in front of you, and not getting cursed out for showing up unannounced this late.

Yeah. You felt alright.

"I'm fine, uh... You?"

God, you wanted to slap yourself.

Jack studied you for a beat too long – long enough for the silence between you to start humming. His eyes flicked over your face: the nervous lip bite, the slight tension in your shoulders.

He stepped back without breaking eye contact.

“Come in,” he said simply.

The door opened wider, letting you step inside.

Somewhere in the background, jazz was playing softly. A single lamp burned low by an armchair, a book lying on the side table. Everything looked simple, but warm.

He walked ahead toward the stove, where a pot of coffee sat warming, and poured two cups without asking. Because honestly? You looked like you needed one.

"I'm sorry for intruding so abruptly, Dr. Abbot," you said, taking the cup from his hands.

You looked different today – less collected than you usually did at work.

You and Abbot generally got along well. You didn’t work together often, but you respected each other. Still, you were younger, and sometimes it made you feel like you came from slightly different worlds.

Jack took a slow sip from his own mug before answering, leaning back against the counter with the effortless ease of someone who owned every space he stood in – whether it was an operating theater or this quiet kitchen at midnight.

“Call me Jack.”

For a moment, you forgot about everything around you. Such a simple request at first. But there was something personal – something intimate – hidden behind it.

Or maybe you were just being wishful.

"I know I probably should have called you, but I... uh… I was nearby..."

Nervousness and exhaustion seeped into your voice. You didn’t even realize how close to the edge you were.

But Jack did.

He didn’t buy the “I was nearby” excuse – not for a second. He saw it: the way your voice dipped on certain words, like you were holding back something heavier; the faint tremor in your fingers that had nothing to do with the cold; the quiet intensity behind your eyes that usually stayed polite and professional during hospital shifts.

You looked… raw. Not broken – but like someone who’d been keeping everything together by sheer willpower, and finally let one stitch unravel at midnight.

He exhaled through his nose and set his mug down on the counter with deliberate care. Without asking, Jack closed the distance between you in two steps and reached up, cupping one side of your face gently with his hand.

You went quiet, feeling the warmth of his touch. Eyes closed and you were barely breathing.

"I just... I can't do this anymore,” you whispered, your voice soft and tired. "I can't sleep."

It wasn’t a confession. It felt like a plea. And it hit him right in his chest.

"I know you're not my doctor,” you continued, “But I also know that you have experience with things like this. Please… tell me what to do."

Jack’s thumb brushed lightly over your cheekbone, a gesture so quiet and tender it almost didn’t feel real.

Sleep deprivation. He knew that look: the hollows under the eyes even if you’d tried to hide them with makeup, the slight tension in your jaw.

He exhaled again, softer this time. When he spoke, his voice was gentle.

“Right. You’re not my patient, but you are tired.”

A pause.

“When was your last real sleep? Not when you're tossing and turning in bed half the night… I mean actual rest.”

His hands were warm, rough with calluses. You pressed your cheek against his palm, just a little harder. It felt like a lifeline.

“A month ago. Maybe more. It didn’t seem like a big problem at first.”

You felt him gently take the coffee cup from your hands – and you let it go without resistance. You didn’t have the strength to hold onto it anyway.

Without warning, Jack slid his other arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. Not quite a hug, but close enough that you could feel the solid warmth of him: the broad line of his chest beneath thin cotton, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the faint scent of antiseptic soap mixed with something earthy – wood polish, maybe.

His hold was firm and protective. That was enough. Your hands stopped shaking. Your breathing steadied. You rested your head against his chest, warmth slowly spreading through you. He was strong, and gentle, and for a moment you just wanted to disappear into it – into him.

"So soft," you whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear.

Then your legs gave out. Your body went heavy, your ears ringing. And everything went dark.

Jack felt the exact moment you went limp. He reacted instantly – surgeon reflexes kicking in like muscle memory. His arms tightened around you to keep you from collapsing, one hand bracing your shoulders while the other slid down to support your knees.

Not trauma. Not blood loss. Just exhaustion finally winning. Your body had been running on empty for weeks and now it just shut off.

Without hesitation, Jack scooped you up and carried you through his quiet house toward a door off the hallway.

His bedroom.

When you opened your eyes, the sheets were soft around you, and sunlight filtered through the window. A gray blanket was draped over you as you tried to figure out where you were, panic was rising in your chest. The surroundings were unfamiliar.

Slowly, you lifted the blanket and exhaled. You were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday (your shoes neatly placed beside the bed).

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, and the awareness of what happened began to return.

Last night – you went outside because you couldn’t sleep. You walked and walked, exhaustion never coming… until, somehow, you ended up at Dr. Abbot’s door and–

Oh, no.

A door clicked open down the hall.

Jack appeared in the bedroom doorway, dressed differently than last night: black sweatpants, a faded gray t-shirt pulled taut over his shoulders, hair slightly damp like he’s just showered. Calm. Observant. Old habits die hard – especially after you passed out in his arms.

Your eyes widened as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"Dr. Abbot?"

He stepped forward quietly and leaned against the doorframe instead of coming closer, giving you space without making it obvious.

“Morning,” he said, voice low but warm. “You slept fourteen hours.”

"Fourteen hours?" You ran a hand through your hair. "God, I'm sorry. I've caused you so much trouble."

You already felt more like yourself – still shaken, but more grounded.

Jack exhaled – almost a laugh, but not quite.

“Trouble?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving space between you. “I carried you to bed because you passed out from exhaustion after showing up at my house looking half-dead.” A pause. “You weren’t trouble.”

You shook your head, smiling weakly.

"You know, it still sounds like 'caused trouble' to me," you said. "But thank you... for taking care of me."

The thought hit you unexpectedly – what it would be like to wake up in his bed under different circumstances. You lower your head, suddenly embarrassed. Your fingers twitch nervously.

Jack watched you – the way you fidget, the faint flush rising on your cheeks. It’s… endearing, in a quiet way.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds – just studied the sunlight catching in your hair, how you looked more like yourself now: softer around the edges but present. Then, without overthinking it, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You leaned into the touch before you even realized you were doing it. Breath barely caught. The lips are slightly parted.

It wasn’t flirtation, teasing or seduction, but a pure, instinctive trust. A quiet vulnerability that hit him like a punch to the chest because… Christ, you were sitting here, looking at him with those eyes that held both wisdom and something so achingly tender it made his throat tighten.

Slowly… carefully…

He cupped your face again – both hands now framing either side gently – and pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

You looked up at him, your vision slightly hazy, one hand sliding along his forearm as if anchoring yourself. Your gaze dropped to his lips.

You reached forward, lifting yourself slightly on your free hand, your breathing quickening. He leaned in too – hesitant.

But just before the distance disappeared–

"Shh..."

His thumb brushed softly over your lower lip, stopping you. Not rejection. Not quite restraint either. More like: not now.

But instead of giving up, you closed your eyes and gently bit his thumb. The one that had just stopped you. A small act of revenge, a quiet tease.

If you can’t kiss him, you can still leave a mark.

Jack inhaled sharply through his nose. The playful bite sent a jolt down his spine.

Goddamn.

It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. Not at all. He’d stopped you because this was… complicated. You were exhausted yesterday, you’d shown up in crisis, he didn't want your first kiss (if there ever was one) to be some sleep-deprived blur of confusion and desperation.

But now?

Your breath hitched.

His hand gently rested on your shoulder as he moved a little closer. His breath was on your neck, and you couldn’t seem to move. Jack didn't kiss you. Instead, he responded to your small act of revenge with mutual teasing.

His teeth sank gently into the soft skin of your neck. A sharp thrill that shot straight through your nerves like electricity. And you had to hold onto his forearm tighter to ground yourself, because otherwise you'd pass out again.

Jack didn’t linger there – no bruises or marks left behind – but the brief pressure was enough. He pulled back just enough after that single nip to look at your face – the flush creeping up your cheeks.

You forgot how to breathe. Then a smile spread across your face, and he heard a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

"This is not how I’ve imagined our first intimacy."

Now his gaze became more curious. Jack smirked.

"Oh, so you’ve imagined it?"

You looked at him like a contented cat. The veil of desire was still present between you, but now you both seemed to be a little more sober. As if these two bites could defuse your inner desire.

"Who didn't?" you snuggled back into his hand. "You're saving people's lives in that damn medical uniform, even those whose chances of survival are close to zero. And then, as if nothing had happened, you come up and say some light nonsense bordering on flirting."

You rolled your eyes. The playful grin didn't leave your face.

"Of course, I’ve imagined it.”

A light chuckle came from his chest when he heard your words.

“Light nonsense bordering on flirting,” he repeated, voice low and rough with amusement. “That’s new.”

Still cradling your face, his thumb resumed its gentle stroking along your cheekbone – slow circles that felt more intimate than any kiss yet.

His light flirting was always harmless. These were light jokes, funny jokes, or just sincere compliments. It came naturally to him. But this closeness right now isn’t like his usual manner of communication. It feels like a new territory for both of you.

You nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and musk. You wanted to bury yourself in him, to lose yourself in this sensation, to absorb his scent into yourself, to remember this moment. Jack gently stroked your head.

"So soft." You repeated your words from yesterday. “You are so damn soft."

You made it sound like a personal offense – like the biggest injustice of your life. Something so beautiful that made you physically ill.

Jack actually laughed this time – a quiet, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest where your ear pressed against him. It wasn’t loud or showy; it was rare and low.

“You’re mad I’m soft?” he murmured into your hair, still running his fingers through the strands with that same slow rhythm. “Unbelievable.”

And he just held you closer.

Thanks for reading. Credits of line dividers chrisssiren and omi-resources. Do not copy this work.

[shadeofpeach]

Stress release

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x girlfriend!reader Warnings: fluff, established relationship, comfort, kinda hot kissing by the end. Summary: Jack dealing with your obsession with his biceps. A/N just a random thought about needing to bite Jack biceps

Jack was slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed.

He felt your hands.

You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his right bicep, squeezing firmly.

Jack let out an exhale, his head lolling back against the cushions. "Rough day?" he muttered.

"Long day," you corrected, your thumb digging into the peak of the muscle.

He opened one eye, watching you with a tired smirk.

It had started as a joke, you claiming that his arms were the only stress thing effective enough to calm you down after a hectic week.

But it had devolved into a habit.

Whether you were distracted or just bored, your hands always found their way to his biceps.

You shifted closer, kneading the muscle like dough.

You traced a line, then your grip tightening until your knuckles went white.

"You're going to leave a mark if you keep that up," Jack teased, though he made no move to pull away.

In fact, he flexed instinctively, the muscle jumping beneath your palms.

"Good," you whispered.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his shoulder before doing the one thing that always caught him off guard.

You nipped at the curve of his arm, a playful bite that sent a jolt of electricity straight through his fatigue.

Jack groaned. He reached over with his free hand, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you upward until you were eye to eye.

"If I knew all those hours in the gym were just going to turn me into a human chew toy for you, I might have skipped a few sessions," he said.

"Liar," you murmured, relaxing your grip just enough to massage the spot you'd just bitten. "You like being useful, handsome."

Jack sighed, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.

"Yeah," he admitted, pulling you onto his lap so he could wrap both of those heavy arms around you. "I guess I do."

Jack didn’t wait for a response. He hooked his hand behind your knees and pulled you fully across his lap.

The transition from exhaustion to primal happened quickly.

He leaned in, his mouth finding yours with intensity.

It wasn't a gentle homecoming kiss; it was deep and demanding.

Jack’s hands were suddenly restless, one anchoring you by the small of your back while the other buried itself in your hair to tilt your head back.

You whimpered into the kiss, your hands immediately flying back to his arms. You gripped his biceps with force, your nails digging into the hard muscle as you pulled him closer, trying to erase every inch of space between your chests.

Jack let out a guttural growl against your lips, his grip tightening. He broke the kiss just long enough to press his forehead against yours.

"Goddammit, doll," he rasped, leaving kisses down the side of your neck. "Let's go to bed."

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the pitt masterlist

[hucklebeliever]

we’re really just walking around this world thinking about shawn hatosy all the time huh

[thefictionalmanswhxre]

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕? | 𝘸𝘤: 𝟐.𝟏𝑲+ | ( 𝑺𝑭𝑾 ◡̈ )

summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱.

warnings! 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦!𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘤, 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣, 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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Tonight you decided you were going to let go and have some fun. An old college roommate was in town and had invited you to go with her and some friends to a newer club two cities over.

It had been a long week so it was an easy yes to go have drinks for a night.

You were about to get off from your shift at the pitt, telling your plans to Trinity and Dennis. Jack Abbot happened to be nearby too. The night shift attending had a major crush on you so he always seemed to gravitate towards you.

Overhearing your plans he subtly chimes in “Be careful while you're out sweetheart.”

The comment makes your heart race because you are just as smitten with him as he is with you. Neither of you ever commenting on the lingering tension.

“Always am Abbot” you smile at him.

He scoffs playfully at you "I've heard that a million times. Drink lots of water and make sure to eat something. You do not want all that alcohol to take you out before you can get to the dancefloor.”

You jokingly hold out your pinky “I swear on it Jack”

“No, this is a pinky promise, I take that shit seriously sweetheart” he chuckles interlocking your pinkies.

“Alright Abbot, I pinky promise” you give in with a wide smile.

And that smile? That made his heart soar.

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After your shift you rushed home and showered quickly before getting ready. You picked a short but stylish black dress and a pair of cute heeled boots.

After finishing your hair and makeup, you ate a quick snack as a text from your friend came in

‘𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘯!’

You type back you're on your way down. Grabbing your wallet you flick off the lights and make your way down.

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The drive into the new city isn't too bad and soon enough your group is headed inside the club. Drinks are ordered and you finally start to relax over different stories and fun conversation.

After your second drink you had started on a glass of water to pace yourself.

 See Jack? Pinky promised I would.

You smile to yourself.

After a few hours the majority of the group were pretty drunk and all over the place. You though, had cut yourself off after the fourth drink. Slightly tipsy but nowhere near the level of drunk everyone else was at.

Needing to use the bathroom you find your friend and let her know you’ll be back. You don't get a solid reply but she seemed to have acknowledged you with a drunk nod.

Okay, no worries. I won't be long anyways.

You make your way into the bathroom and do what you need to. After washing your hands you adjust the top of your dress and fix your hair a bit, the dancing having made it a little crazy.

You pull out your phone to check the time and see a text from Jack from a few hours ago. Oh god. Your hands shake nervously as you tap to open it.

‘𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨’

Oh SWOON. Jack Abbot the man you are.

You grin so wide it meets your eyes. Making your way back to the table, you see the table cleared of everyone's things and a whole new group of people occupying the table. 

Okaaay. You thought. Maybe they were still on the dance floor.

You scan the building, walking around and don't see your friend. Actually, you don't see anyone from the group. 

You walk up to the bar and flag down a bartender.

“Hey! Did you see these people recently, like where they went?” you show him a group picture on your phone that was taken earlier that night.

The bartender leans in to look “Uuuh yeah actually. That girl there,” he points out your friend “she closed the tab and they all walked out. Everything okay?” he asks with concern.

Your heart starts to race and not in a good way.

“Yeah everything’s good, I just lost them in the crowd a bit ago” you force a laugh “thanks though” you say as you make your way outside.

Again you look around and don't see the group. You see the bouncer and show him the same picture.

“Oh yeah they caught a cab maybe 20 minutes ago? All piled their drunk asses in there, poor driver” he laughs.

There's no. fucking. way. 

No fucking way that they just left you here with no way home. 

You check your phone for any missed text or calls. Nothing. You try calling your friend but it keeps going straight to voicemail. Shit.

Your phone alerts you that it's at ten percent. Great. Your phone's about to die and you're all alone in a city you don't know.

You remember Jack’s text from earlier and groan. He said to call if you need anything but it's so late and today will be his only day off. Your thumb hovers over his contact. 

Hopefully the offer still stands.

You cross your fingers as you hit call.

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Jack is starting to doze off on the couch when he hears his phone ring. He looks at the clock on the wall. 2 a.m. Damn, he was almost asleep early this time.

Wait, who's calling this late? He leans over to grab his phone off the coffee table and looks at the screen. 

Your name stares back at him. A smile tugs at his face.

He picks up quickly, nerves running wild “Hey sweetheart” he answers softly.

“Jack?...” you sniffle.

The way you say his name makes him freeze. “Sweetheart, what's wrong?”

“I’m sorry to bother you b-but I-I need you, they left m-me and I-” your words broken up by light sobs.

“Whoa whoa whoa baby, they did what?” He's hoping he's hearing this all wrong.

You try taking breaths between the cries “My college friend, t-the one I went out with. H-her and her other friends, they l-left me Jack. I don't know where I am and my phone’s about to die” you barely make out the words.

Each one breaking his heart.

He's in disbelief and disgusted that your so-called “friend” would leave you drunk and alone in a city you've never been to. He puts you on speaker and starts getting dressed.

“Okay sweetheart listen to me carefully. First, send me your location immediately. Second, get inside and stay there until I come in and get you. I'm on my way right now” he instructs you while grabbing his keys and hurriedly getting to his truck.

His phone pings ‘𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺/𝘯’ thank god. 

He taps on it and sees you're 40 minutes away. He still can't believe they’d leave you like that. 

“Okay baby I see where you are. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Again, please stay ins-” the call disconnects before he can finish. 

Fuck. Your phone must've died.

He steps on the gas pedal harder. 

I'm coming, sweetheart.

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You pull the phone away from your ear. 

Dead. Just great.

You're embarrassed you cried on the phone to Jack like that but it was all just too overwhelming. A little alcohol in your system also didn't help. But at least he's coming.Thank god.

You make your way inside and take a seat at the bar. 

The same bartender from earlier stops in front of you, seeing your eyes red and wet from tears. “Ma’am is everything okay?” The genuineness in his tone has you tearing up again but you nod to reassure him. 

“Y-yeah. I have someone coming. Jack…” you trail off quietly, a combination of exhaustion and leftover alcohol in your system taking over. You lean your head on your arms and close your eyes. 

You drift off slowly on the bartop. 

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Jack finally makes it to the pinned location and parks against the curb. 

Fuck the parking toll.

 He quickly makes his way inside and scans for you. Not spotting you right away he makes his way to the bar to maybe get a better vantage point.

“Yo man! You Jack?” he hears his name and looks towards the voice.

He spots a man, the bartender, at the other end of the bar

 “Yeah… who's asking?”

The man gestures toward the sleeping figure leaning on the bar in front of him

 “She said you’d be coming”

He sighs in relief and makes his way towards you. “Is she okay? What did she drink? Did anyone mess wi-” Jack’s line of questioning is cut off by the bartender.

“Nah man. She's okay. Hasn't had a drink besides water for a few hours. Came in crying and fell asleep. Must've been a rough night but I’ve stayed down here with her. No one's come close to her.”

Jack nods feeling reassured “Thanks man”

He then faces you, shaking your shoulder a bit “Sweetheart, I'm here. It’s Jack”

You stir slightly and groan “J-Jack?”

“Yeah baby it's me. C’mon I’m taking you home” he helps you stand, bringing one of your arms around his neck and one of his firmly around your waist.

He leads you to his truck and opens the passenger side with one hand.

“Alright, up you go sweetheart.” Jack says as he picks you up bridal style and helps seat you in the truck.

After situating you and getting your seatbelt on, he gets in on his side and starts the truck. 

“Thank you Jack” you say sleepily as your head lolls to the side closer to him.

He chuckles lightly at your soft and sleepy state, worry still lingering “Of course sweetheart. I’ve always got you.”

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You don't even realize he didn't take you to your apartment but to his. He leads you into his place and guides you towards his room.

He sits you on the edge of his bed as he grabs a shirt and boxers for you.

“Here baby, change into this while I grab you some water, okay?”

You nod silently, a little more awake but barely.

“Be right back” He leaves, closing the door behind him.

You change with slow movement but manage to get yourself changed, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

A knock makes you look up.

” Can I come in sweetheart?”

You smile “yeah J”

Jack comes in with a large water bottle and a bottle of tylenol.

“Alright lets get you into bed” he helps you get under the covers and makes sure you're comfortable.

 He bends down to your level and looks you in the eyes “I’ll be on the couch. Yell if you need me. For anything. Sleep tight” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You close your eyes at the gentle touch as sleep pulls you under.

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You slowly wake up, eyes blinking slowly and adjusting to the light from the window.

What happened? 

You sit up but don't recognize the room. It's definitely not your room. You look at the bed. Okay, definitely not your bed. And then you look at the clothes you have on, These are definitely not your clothes.

Looking around you see water, tylenol, and a note on the nightstand. You pick up the note.

‘𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 :) 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘱.𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 -𝘑’

You can't help but blush at the sweet note.

Oh shit. Last night. It all starts coming back to you.

You search for your phone and find it plugged in and fully charged. Checking your notifications, you find…nothing. No ‘sorry’ text, no ‘are you okay”. Nothing. 

Well, dealing with that could wait. 

You had breakfast and a hot doctor to get to.

Stepping out of the bedroom, you can smell bacon and what seems to be pancakes. You spot Jack in the kitchen with said breakfast ready and pouring a coffee.

“Jack?” you call out hesitantly, making yourself known.

He quickly turns, a small smile appearing “hey sleeping beauty, how ya feelin?” he comes and engulfs you in a comforting hug.

“Much better” you mumble into his solid chest.

“Thank god. I was so worried about you last night” he whispers against your head.

You squeeze him tighter “I don't think I can thank you enough for everything you did. I’m sorry if I interrupted your night.”

He shakes his head against yours “Dont ever apologize for calling me. I insist you do. Day or night, if you ever need something, you call or text me. I'll do anything and everything I can to help.”

You lean your head back to look at him and bring your pinky up

“Pinky promise?” 

Laughter fills his chest as he brings his pinky to yours

“Pinky promise, pretty girl.”

[olyphant-tim]

You good? THE PITT (2025–) 2x15 “9:00 P.M.”

[bathtimejaffacakes]

10 DAYS ⋆˚꩜｡ a jack abbot smau

summary: you both work at ptmc on different shifts, used to crossing paths and falling into easy conversations that never really feel like anything—until everyone else starts pointing it out. a push from friends turns into a challenge, a challenge into a date, and something that was supposed to be simple starts dragging on longer than either of you planned.

warnings: inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days, jack abbot x female reader, age gap, cursing, reader is mid 20s.

a/n: pls don’t give too much thought to dates or the logistics of it all unless i explicitly point it out + english is not my first language. enjoy :)))

chapter 1. 50 bucks

chapter 2. etsy witch

chapter 3. a night to remember

chapter 4. existential crap

chapter 5. chocolate fudge

chapter 6. lady boner

chapter 7. fireworks

chapter 8. green stuff

chapter 9.

chapter 10.