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i DO indeed want to hear about you jerking off to me and all the perverted stuff you thought of you must inform me about it expeditiously. how is it fair that you get to jerk off to me and i don’t get to jerk off to hearing about it 😒
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"Hey beautiful"
Jacob said breathily as he slid into the truck, you already sat comfortably in the passenger seat, you smiled at him sleepily. Jake pressed the key into the ignition and turned. The deep rumble of the trucks engine broke through the peaceful night atmosphere as he pulled out of his parking spot.
He fiddled with the radio as he drove, one hand on the wheel, the other tuning it until he found a station he liked. Neither of you felt the need to speak, the air filled with calming melody of whatever folk song was playing and the soft chirp of crickets and other nightlife. Your head lent partially on the window, looking out at the trees falling behind. You felt eyelids droop....droop...droop.
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You awoke to the ruffling of fabric and a slight breeze on your midriff. Your eyes fluttered as you tried peeling your heavy eyelids opens.
"Hi"
You slowly open your eyes, taking in the view of a room that wasn't yours but one that you were just as familiar with. A dark sillouette into vision, face obscured by the shadows created by the moonlight. You register the fleeting touch of Jake's warm knuckles against your hips.
"I thought you would rather wake up in your pajams then these clothes, obviously i'm not as gentle as i thought" Jake said, tugging the shirt further up your torso.
"you were gentle enough not to wake me up getting me here, you didn't have to that y'know" You raised one arm up and helped him tug the shirt up and over your head.
"'Course i did"
He fumbled slightly with the button and zip of your jeans, you lifted your hips up to help him as he gragged the denim down your legs. You grabbed your shirt off his bed and your pants off the floor and tossed them in his laundry basket, still seated on his plush bed as Jake dug through his drawers to find a set of your pajamas that had lived there so long they might as well be his.
He padded over to the bed and handed you a pair of flannel pants. You shimmed them on as he attempted to fit your arms through a matching button-up top. There was a bit of a muddle as you two tried to work around each other but evetually you were cozied up in your pajamas, and you shuffled yourself under his comforter, pulling the down-filled quilt up to your chin as you turned around to face Jake.
"Thank you" You whispered softly.
Jake said nothing as he lent down to press a kiss to your forehead. You watched his dark sillouette with heavy eyes as he changed into his own pj's, stripping off his shirt and slipping on a soft pair of plaid pants, the moonlight occasionally catching his skin.
You let your eyes fall closed. You could feel Jake kneel on the edge of th bed and step over you, enclosing himslef between the wall and your back. A wonderfully warm arm circled around your waist, and you felt yourslef be pulled to his hot chest.
"... Love ... you"
Was the last thing you heard before you succumed to a peaceful sleep.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER YOU ARE SO LOVED BY ME
what a cute couple i bet they shop at forever 21
This is my 124974th version of jily's wedding (no, I'm not guetting tired of it)
It's more late 60's but I love them like that!
I smiled so much while drawing this my cheeks hurt
This is my design ✨ is giving mxrder husbands, I don't know if you noticed the details of the rings hihihih, my first Hannibal fan art and not my last one. Also prints are available on my online shop as always with a discount in the 1 week.
Was your star next to mine ?
@skyrigel
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TW: near death in youth
The hallway outside Pediatric Oncology felt too bright, too clean, and too cruel for what was happening. The monitors screamed like alarms in Daphne’s skull, high and sharp, as if the machines were panicking along with them. Nurses rushed past her, voices overlapping, someone calling for respiratory, someone shouting a blood pressure that sounded like a death sentence. The air tasted like antiseptic and fear.
Daphne’s hands were steady, but her heart wasn’t.
“Come on honey,” she whispered under her breath, fingers moving fast, adjusting the IV line, watching the tiny chest rise and fall in shallow, broken breaths. The little girl’s lips were turning that awful shade of blue, like someone had stolen the warmth right out of her. Her name was Abby.
Seven years old. Leukemia. Brave as hell. Daphne had promised her this morning that she’d be back with stickers when she got off shift, Now Abby’s eyes were half-lidded, glassy, unfocused. And Daphne’s stomach twisted into something sick.
“Ms. Daphne?” Abby rasped, barely audible, the words caught behind a wheeze.
She whispered, “Hey.. Hey it’s going to be okay.” Daphne leaned in closer, brushing Abby’s hair back, forcing her voice to stay soft even as her hands started to shake. “I’m right here.”
Abby tried to breathe and failed.
Her body jerked like it was fighting itself. The monitor screamed louder. The room snapped into chaos.
“ICU transfer now.” someone yelled. Daphne’s mouth went dry, she watched the doctors swarm around Abby’s bed like a storm. A crash cart was rolled in, the wheels squealing against the tile, and Daphne backed away automatically, because she’d learned what it meant when the cart came out. It meant someone was about to be taken from you. “Where’s Dr. Tannis?” Someone called out as the group of nurses sped walked behind the cart, walking into the ICU room. Tannis was the main doctor in call up at pedes.. Alas, It was four am and it was just the group of nurses huddled together, their years training flicking through their brains. One of the girls on her spectra phone, calling for backup.
A minute later a doctor she didn’t recognize burst into the room, moving like a shadow. Dark scrubs, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly messy like he’d been dragged from another crisis. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t hesitate. He walked in like the room belonged to him. And somehow, everyone moved aside.
“Doctor Abbott.”
Daphne’s head snapped up.
Jack Abbott.
Later - PTMC roof, 5:22 AM
Daphne was up on the rooftop of the hospital, somewhere she’d go to give herself a sort of clarity, what she didn’t know is that someone followed her up there.
Heavy, slow yet steady footsteps came from behind her. Whipping her head around as he started speaking,
“You’re in my spot.”
Daphne stared blank faced, absolutely not having it with anyone’s bullshit tonight.
“Yeah? Didn’t know the roof had designated seating.”
One of his eyebrows lifted slightly.
“It doesn’t,” he replied. “But you’re standing in the only place that doesn’t catch the wind.”
As if on cue, a gust whipped across the roof, sending her hair across her face.
Daphne didn’t move.
“Then I guess I picked well,” she shot back.
Silence settled between them, not awkward, but charged. The kind of silence that had weight.
Jack studied her.
Not her body. Not her face.
Her posture.
The tightness in her shoulders, the way her jaw was locked tight, her hands were gripping the railing just a little too hard.
“You’re supposed to be downstairs,” he said finally.
She scoffed, “So are you.”
He didn’t deny it.
For a moment, they just stood there, two people who had both watched a child nearly die less than an hour ago.
The city hummed below.
Daphne turned back toward the skyline. “She’s stable?
“Yes.” On a ventilator, a breathing tube, all while being watched like glass.
But he didn’t say that.
Daphne nodded once, defeated.
“That’s good,” she whispered.
The wind softened.
Jack moved closer, not crowding her, just stepping into the space beside her at the railing. Close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him.
“You think you missed something?” he said.
But it wasn’t a question.
Her throat felt tight.
“I don’t think,” she replied, voice sharper than intended. “I know.”
Jack’s jaw flexed slightly. “You didn’t.”
“You weren’t there all day,” she snapped, “She was laughing this morning. I checked her vitals twice. Twice!” Saying as she threw her arms into the air.
“And her labs?” he asked calmly.
She faltered. “I-”
“They were trending down since noon,” he continued. Not accusing. Just factual. “White count climbing. Pressure dipping. It was building.”
Her chest felt like it caved inward. “And I didn’t see it,” she whispered.
Jack finally looked at her fully.
Up close, his eyes weren’t cold. They were tired. Dark. The kind of tired that didn’t go away with sleep.
“You can’t see everything,” he said.
She kissed her teeth, “That’s kind of the job description.”
“No,” he replied. “The job is to care for them. Not to control biology.”
The words hit her harder than she expected.
Daphne swallowed, blinking fast. “She flatlined.”
“Yes.”
“She’s seven.”
“Yes.”
Each answer was steady. Unwavering.
She finally turned to him fully.
“Does it ever stop feeling like that?” she asked quietly. “Like someone just reached into your chest and squeezed your heart?”
Jack held her gaze.
“No.”
The honesty of it knocked the breath out of her.
He didn’t sugarcoat it. Didn’t lie. Didn’t offer comfort wrapped in pretty words.
Just truth.
The wind lifted a strand of her hair again, and this time he noticed the way it was curling at the ends.
“You shouldn’t straighten it so much,” he said suddenly.
Daphne blinked, straightening her brows. “Excuse me?” Catching his eye.
“Your hair,” he clarified, nodding faintly. “The humidity wins anyway.”
Her lips parted in disbelief.
“Did you just critique my hair on top of everything else today?”
A faint, almost invisible twitch ghosted at the corner of his mouth “Observation,” he corrected.
She stared at him for a second.
And then, against her will, a laugh escaped her.
It was deranged, like a giggle you’d hear from a clown. Like the hours and reality were finally catching up to her.
“See, you can always find something to laugh about when working here.” Jack said, shaking his head, looking at the view.
Daphne sniffed “You came up here after,” she said after quieting down, studying him now. “After you stabilized her.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looked out over the city.
“I come up here when I need to remind myself the world is bigger than one room,” he said.
Her chest tightened.
“That’s… dark.”
“It’s practical.”
She tilted her head slightly. “Right.”
“And you followed me?”
He glanced at her.
“You ran.”
Her stomach dropped.
“I did not run.” Seeming offended
“You did.”
A beat.
“…Okay, maybe a little.” A smile cracked through, silence again. But softer this time.
The sun rising higher, casting them both in gold.
Daphne hesitated before asking, “Do you always claim rooftops?”
“Only when they’re occupied.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was less bite in it now.
“You’re insufferable, Doctor.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Another quiet moment.
Then, more serious. “You’re good at what you do,” he said.
She froze.
That wasn’t casual.
That wasn’t polite.
It was measured.
“You watched me for like, ten minutes.” she said cautiously.
“I read the chart. I saw how she responded to you before she crashed. I saw how you handled the room.”
Her heart started pounding for a completely different reason now. “And?” she asked softly.
“And you didn’t panic,” he said. “You anchored the family, the nurses, that matters you know.
Daphne didn’t know what to do with that.
No one had ever phrased her softness as strength before.
The wind shifted again, gentler now.
Jack stepped back slightly, giving her space.
“You can have the spot,” he said.
She frowned. “Thought it was yours.”
“It was.”
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yes i know jack it’s a pedes OR icu doctor… just let me live!!!!
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fist chapter coming soon! 💟
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spotify playlist!: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/15FZK65swal2XSfe7KX6PN?si=jLK01xHNSOK1XcU-8NGfeQ&pi=FUKLSPzsQ8SbJ
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MEET THE READER!
Daphne Rennick 🌸
(aka ms.daphne)
🌷 the basics: born and raised in houma, louisiana - mid 20s - paediatric oncology nurse - known for: being the only nurse with the bouncy hair with a vanilla trail following behind her - signature drink: caramel macchiato
🌻 personality: the sunshine in a hospital that rarely sees it. she’s bubbly, playful, and always ready with a smile! even on the hardest days. she talks fast, laughs easily, and has a way of making even the scariest moments feel a little less terrifying. but she isn’t fragile. beneath all the sweetness is a girl with sharp edges. when things are too planned, too controlled, or too pressured, she gets snappy. not because she’s mean, because she’s tired. because she’s overwhelmed. because she’s holding too much together. she’s the kind of girl who can comfort a crying child with one hand and shut down a careless doctor with the other.
🌟 her style: literally anything girly. glossy lips, dysoned hair, perfume that smells like marshmallows or vanilla (kayali vanilla), gold heart shaped earrings, fuzzy socks with kittens in them, sabrina carpenter (LOVES man’s best friend), and her pink scrubs
🫧 looks: golden hair that you’d usually see straightened or half up, in reality it’s a wild mess. frizzy, bouncy ringlets that you’d only see in the brave movie. carries a slightly tainted louisiana accent, tooth gap that she absolutely hates.
🍓 now, a 23 year old girl who just got her nursing title.. so why is she so obsessed with this one attending?? stay tuned to find out! 💕
LOVE YOU 💟
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who would want to see a jack abbot / paediatric oncologist nurse ? i have cute ideas 4 it!!
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