welcome to my life.

sevyn. est. 21+ minors dni.

[d4magedgal]

Hi everyone! Looking for long term writing partners to write 1x1 with on discord and explore any wild and exciting ideas / create our own crazy world within our writing! Writes as strictly female. Like this if you’re interested and I’ll reach out or message me!

What I roleplay:

slice of life. fame. crime. romance. drama. smxt.

dark themes are welcomed.

enjoys head cannons, aesthetics of our characters and so on.

m x f & f x f are welcomed. ( i play female FCs only )

favorite(s): anything angsty and full of drama and a hint of romance ( but not always )

Please be 21+ no minors. Be nice. Try to be active / reply at least once a day. Don’t waste my time. Very understanding and chill writer here, I only ask for the same in return! Can find a list of my characters here!

[joepickett]

Modern Family 6.09

[mooninsaggy]

DARLING .✦ ݁˖

(the pitt smau)

mdni

pairing: sugar daddy!jack abbot x fem!reader

summary: reader needs cash. jack needs a partner with low expectations. they both need a hug <3

part one: hot

part two: tease

part three: hard work

part four: fluff

part five: sabotage

part six: losing dogs

part seven: catch print

part eight: boomer

[florial]

[painflexer]

friendly reminder guys that u can ask me about headcanons (and with headcanons i mean everything ) about shawn (or his characters of course) so hit me up if u want to!! ill gladly enjoy in our madness

[cockroachgirll]

I've spent too much time without him

I miss him

[shawnhatosyschest]

pope cody who bends you over in front of a mirror so you can watch as he fucks you dumb

[shawnhatosyschest]

pope cody who uses your boobs as stress toys after a difficult job

[overclassy]

[longlostx11]

All of us.

[izzwhatitiz]

oops!

Walking into Jack's stubborn ass trying to patch himself up was an... interesting way to start the morning.

A/N: My take on the 'if reader found Jack in the empty consultation room instead of Mohan' because it's such a good trope!! And finally something new that isn't from my drafts :)

Warnings: Reader is female, both her and Jack kind of hate each other (JUST KISS ALREADY), enemies-to-situationship, mentions of a bullet wound, inaccurate depictions of doctors (as I am not one), LOTS of bickering

WC: 1.2k

If you had a nickel for every time Jack Abbot did something stupid, you'd have enough to pay off a mortgage.

The man is incapable of asking for help - despite participating in the most dangerous activities.

Instead of spending his fourth of July barbequing with a group of close friends and family (like a sane person), he decides to dodge bullets for fun - acting as a medic all the while.

When you heard the news that Abbot rushed into the E.D. hours before his shift, decked out in SWAT gear, another officer in tow - you weren't surprised.

More annoyed than anything.

It was bound to happen.

With the amount of shit the man throws himself into, it's more of a shock that a mishap occurred this late in his life.

Knowing Abbot, he's scurried off somewhere to lick his wounds in private, away from the concerned eyes of his peers.

And for once, the gossip mill in the Pitt has found itself useful. According to reliable sources (Princess and Perlah), Mohan's diabetes patient - who's trapped under a mountain of medical debt, and now unable to afford further treatment - has ran off without so much as a word.

Consultation Room 6.

Sounds like the perfect hiding spot.

"What's the damage?" You announce bluntly, slamming the door open as noisily as possible.

He jumps in surprise, shoulders touching his earlobes for a brief second.

But once he took in just who barged in, his silver brows furrow, wrinkles deepening.

"You." Jack spits, scoffing before returning his attention to the task at hand.

The task being: tending to a bullet graze with the gracefulness of a toddler eating spaghetti.

The graze rests on his back - a dark, burgundy splotch stretching across his left shoulder. It's obvious the scrape isn't deep, but the skin is clearly irritated, especially when Abbot is prodding it with a long cotton swab the way he is.

"Yeah. Me." You roll your eyes, shutting the door and the curtains with a huff. "How long are you gonna keep this up?"

Snatching the swab from his hands, you level him with a glare.

A glare he gladly meets with his own.

"Keep what up?"

"Quit being a smartass for once in your life."

"You first."

Veins bloom across your temples, grinding your molars unconsciously, a whirlwind of frustration coursing through your entire body.

"Look," you start gently (as gently as you can), "you clearly can't reach back there. So, why don't you just allow me to handle this, and shut the fuck up?"

The ending could use some work, but all things considered, it's the nicest thing you've said to him... ever.

A smirk worms it's way up to Jack's face, smugness oozing out of him like factory smoke.

"I've got it." Is his response, tugging the swab dangling from your fingers - only to find himself unable to retrieve it.

In the mere milliseconds Abbot raised his hand to grasp the swab, you tighten your hold on it, making your intentions very clear.

His jaw slackens, hazel eyes looking up at you with confusion.

Raising an eyebrow, you urge him to try once more.

Jack may be stupid, but not that stupid.

Now that you're the center of his focus, you continue, "As I was saying, let me handle this, and not a word of it will exit this room."

The night shift attending eyes you with suspicion, "You're bullshitting me, aren't you?"

"Abbot, do I look like I have the time or the energy to share such mundane things with colleagues?"

He hums in thought.

"I suppose not," another hum, "so is this a 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' situation?"

An unamused expression decorates your features, "If that gets you to agree with me, then sure." You mutter, settling yourself behind him - preparing all the necessary equipment to treat his injury.

Jack lets out a snort at that, "No funny business back there, you hear?"

"Oh, you wish, old man."

"Me? You're the one begging on her hands and knees to play doctor."

His choice of words makes your imagination wander... to more unsanitary activities. But you are not allowing a stupid man fluster you, not today.

Lathering your latex glove with granudacyn gel, you slap it onto the dip of Jack's back before it has a chance to warm up.

He yelps in response, and it brings you utmost joy.

"Behave, or I'm punishing you again."

"I hate you," he shudders out. "Such a drama queen."

"Well, maybe have some decorum instead of being an HR nightmare."

Jack whips his head back to meet your gaze, "Rich coming from you. If anyone out there heard you talkin' about punishment and shit would send you straight to Gloria."

Snickering, you force him to straighten, pulling at his silver curls firmly.

"Gloria can't touch me. Even she knows this place is understaffed enough as it is, can't afford losing more staff when we're dropping like flies."

Voice wavering, Jack winces at his hair being yanked, "Wouldn't count on it, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that," you mutter, the tips of your ears warming at the pet name, "your flattery might get you somewhere with other women here, but it sure as hell won't work on me."

Sensing your sudden change in demeanour, Abbot puts on a sly grin, "You sure 'bout that?"

Grabbing a new cotton swab, you dip it into new, clean gel, and press it against the graze, "Absolutely."

The action elicits a groan out of the night shift attending, his sensitive skin rejecting the treatment, "Jesus Christ, woman. Give a guy some warning."

"Men who voluntarily put themselves in harm's way shouldn't expect warnings," you state plainly, still spreading the gel to the surrounding area of the graze.

Jack laughs like he knows something you don't.

"Is that what this is?" He asks rhetorically. "Your way of worrying about little old me?"

The question stuns you, causing your movements to cease.

Were you worried?

Surely not.

About Jack?

There was no way.

Worrying about a man that's mere existence infuriates every atom of your being makes zero sense.

But it makes you think - ponder, more like.

Why the hell were you so pushy about treating him? Normal people would hear the first refusal and tuck tail immediately - but not you.

Shaking your head - as if you could rattle everything back in place - you think logically.

The only reason you did this was because you knew it would piss Jack off.

Evidently, it did.

Mission accomplished.

Hell, even warranting his taunt with this much thought is much more than he deserves.

Placing a piece of gauze atop the graze, cementing the gel inside to be absorbed, you finish the job with little trouble (other than the man receiving the treatment).

"You have no idea what you're talking about," you mutter as you wipe the gel from his previous punishment away with his long-abandoned shirt, "crazy old man."

"What the- hey! I was gonna wear that!"

"Figured as much, which is why I used it."

Jack lets out a sardonic chuckle, finally reaching his limit, it seems. "You are so going to pay for that."

After returning all the medical equipment to their respective drawers, you move to leave, "That a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

[innerluminance]

[avylias]

lost badge — jack abbot

masterlist. Req are open! ⋮ 💌┆Send me ur thoughts <3

𑣲 MDNI + by interacting with this post, you are responsible for the media you are consuming ꒱

synopsis: you have a habit of losing things around the ER. whether it be your pens, hair ties, ipads, or your most frequent escapee, your ID badge. luckily, your (much older) secretive boyfriend is much more aware of his surroundings, and your belongings.

wc: 1.6k

tags: jack abbot x reader, daddy kink, borderline ddlg themes, dom/sub dynamics, dumbification of reader if you squint, nickname usage, uhhh i thinks that’s all?

i swear it was just here! you thought as you frantically searched your scrub pockets again. patting down your body, you looked around the desks at the central station, shufling stationary around.

your ID badge always seemed to go missing, vanishing into thin air. you had it on you one second, scanning into computers and POOF! the next minute it was gone.

running a hand over your hair, you sighed, puffing your cheeks out in annoyance.

“looking for something kiddo?” a voice calls from behind you. turning around, there stood your attending boyfriend, arms crossed behind him in that military stance. nodding your head, you shuffle over to him.

“have you seen my badge jackie? i lost it again…” you questioned, clearly looking to him for answers. an amused look crossed over his face before he leaned down to whisper something in passing.

“that’s dr. abbot to you right now sweetheart, we’re on the clock.” he voiced in a low tone, meant for only you to hear. standing back up to his full height, he brushed pasted you. walking a bit ahead, he turned around to see you not following, standing there flustered since you had forgotten the ‘no nickname’ rule at work.

“you coming? we’re gonna go look for that badge of yours.” he called out, beckoning for you to follow by the tilt of his head. due to his request, you shuffled to catch up with him.

normally, you’d latch onto his arm or hand, but not here, not in the hospital.

following him around, he made you ask other nurses, residents, doctors, and even some patients you’d treated previously if they had seen your badge. at each enounter, you would first think jack would speak for you.

wrong.

when you looked up at him, his gaze met yours with a tilt of his head, motioning for you to voice your concern of your lost badge. if you were hesitant to speak, or a bit mumbley, he would place a hand on your lower back— a warning to correct yourself.

after what felt like forever, you plopped down on a chair at the central station with a whine. “how do i always lose it? i swear i make sure it’s on!” you groan in frustration. jack settlled across from you, leaning against the raised counter.

from a nearby desk, dana turned to face the two of you, her glasses perched low on her nose. nothing gets by dana— whether you wanted her to know or not. you didnt see the silent interaction, but jack happened to turn to face dana who knew where your badge was. a silent conversation passed between the two,

if you don’t tell her where it is, i will.

don’t you dare.

pushing off the wall, jack tapped the top of your head to get your attention. looking up at him with a hum, he motioned for you to follow him.

“i think i know where it is, follow me.” he says, leaving no room for further whines.

getting up, you catch up with him asking a million questions, not bothering to see where he was leading you. before you knew it, you were in the break room. confused, you tilted your head up at jack.

“why are we in here ja— dr. abbot?” you asked. jack was proud you had caught your slip up and corrected it.

“because sweetheart,” he started, placing his hands on his knees and sighing as he finally sat down on the plastic chair for a brief moment of relief. “c’mere..” he muttered in a hushed, more strict tone.

wanting answers, you shuffled over to him, slotting yourself between his open legs. his weathered hands from years of military and medical service left the place on his knees and gently gripped the plush of your hips, thumbs moving in hypnotic circles around your back dimples.

for a moment, one of his hands left your waist and reached into the pocket of his scrub pants, pulling out your lost property.

“my badge!” you squealed in excitement, reaching out to grab it. closing his hand around the colourful badge, he blocked access for your soft hands to grab at it.

“uh uh,” he tutted at your grabby behaviour. “kept it on purpose to teach you a lesson sweet girl.” jack explained in that tone that boardered authority.

the two of you bickered for a few minutes before you started to get a bit more fussy, you just wanted your badge back!

“such a silly girl, what would you do without me?” jack hummed in mock sympathy. crossing your arms with a huff, you looked to the side, your cheeks a bit rosy.

“i’m a big girl at work! i don’t need your help with everything here.” you pouted :(

rolling his eyes, he patted your bottom with the spare hand witholding your badge. “well if that’s the case,” he said, faking a sigh and standing up with a grunt, joints quietly popping. “i guess big girls don’t need help getting ready in the morning.” he started with a list. “…or they don’t need to be reminded to eat her snacks.” his back was to you as he started fiddling with the coffee machine. “and big girls definitely don’t need to be reminded to go potty.” he finisihed.

placing the cup under the coffee maker, he turned to face you, leaning against the counter with his hands behind his back with that stupid smirk.

infront of him stood you, all teary eyed and swaying on your feet, hands tucked neatly infront of you (like you’d been taught by him). you wanted those things, you needed those things and him.

with a sniffle, you let the waterworks start. “i’m sorry jackieeeee!” you whined, wrapping your arms around him as you cried into his chest. “i-i-i need you and and and…” you babbled off nonsense, backtracking your thoughts.

huffing with a smile, jack’s warm arms wrapped around you. “shhhh shhh, there’s my little girl.” he cooed, placing a kiss on the top of your head. pulling you away, his bigger hands cupped the side of your face, thumbs wiping away stray tears. “no need to get all fussy at work, hmm?” sniffling, you nodded and left out a hum of agreement.

“tell ya what,” jack offered. clipping the badge securely back onto your scrubs, he continued, “have a cookie and a juice box ‘kay? then you can head back out once your little head’s calmed down.”

you looked up at him with a sparkle in your eyes, you looked at him with a surprised tone. “i can have a treat before dinner?” you asked, jack nodded his head. “just this one time sweetheart.”

bouncing with happiness, you headed to the cabnet where the good chocolate chip cookies were while jack grabbed a juice box from the fridge. in concentration, your tongue stuck out while you balanced on your tippy toes to grab the box off a higher shelf (purposely put there by jack so you wouldn’t eat the entire thing in one day).

once you had the sweet treats in your hand, jack poked the straw into the box, ready to hand it to you. “ah ah, only one. don’t want you getting a tummy ache.” jack warns, though the smile on his face gives away any seriousness.

BANG!

you jumped, spooked by the door practically coming off the hinges. in came whitaker, a smirking robby looking over his shoulder in the distance.

“dr. abbot, we need you in bay four! incoming GSW with uh uhh… an ETA of five minutes.” whitaker heaved. standing up a bit straighter, jack responded to the request. “got it, be there in two.” he nodded, ending the brief convo. closing the door, the world consisited of only you two again for a few moments.

looking back over at you, you were sipping away on the juice box, cookie crumbs coating the corner of your mouth. shaking his head at you, a smile crept back up onto his face as he approached you once more.

“stay here for a bit ‘kay? don’t want you out there while you’re still a bit fussy.” he suggested, though it was more of a command. nodding your head, you let out a muffled ‘okie’ around the straw.

jack pried the juice box from your hands for a moment, the straw plopping out of your mouth. you had been knawing on the straw, the habit of oral fixation jack had tried to break but ended up entertaining it more when his fingers ended up there instead. with your mouth empty, you let out a whine.

“manners.” jack said, his voice urging compliance. the world outside the breakroom was getting louder as the incoming trauma appraoched. you knew he had to go, you had to soon too!

sighing, you sniffled one last time and looked up at him with a smile, “thank you daddy.” you whispered. “you’re very welcome baby.” he responded while wiping the lingering crumbs from your mouth.

“i’ll come get you when i’m done, you’re sticking with me till trade off.” he mumbles against your head. kissing the top of your head, he walked off into the chaos of the emergency department.

standing in the now empty break room, you blink, registering the whim of events that just happened. the gentle click of the door opening snapped your attention upwards. dana stood there, head poking through the door.

“you comin’ kid? we need the— JESUS ALMIGHTY ROBBY GET YOUR RESIDENTS TOGETHER!” she yelled with her head turned across the room.

giggling, you finish your snack and wipe off your hands on your scrub pants. “you gotta be the one to tell dr. abbot i came out here on your orders.” you tell her, gathering your hair into a ponytail.

shaking her head in amusement, she opened the door for you to walk out. “sure thing kid, don’t wanna get you in trouble with your attending.”

[shawnhatosysbulge]

[mademoiseellllee]

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