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Reminder that spring will always come back, music will never stop being created, and there are still so many books left to read! Youâre alive! Youâre alive! Youâre alive!
âIâm doing badly, Iâm doing well, whichever you prefer.â
â Franz Kafka, Letters to MilenaÂ
When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.
It gets a little bit weird to me when people act like itâs sort of a paternity test.
âI will learn you so gently you wonât even realise how carefully Iâm choosing every way to keep you safe.â
Emergency Contact - Jack Abbot x Reader
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader
WC- 1.5k
A/N: I wrote this based on a chronic illness I suffer. I only wanted it to be a small blurb, but plans change. The whole funny reader and stern Jacks just complete something for me. Let me know if you have any ideas. Thanks. All work has been edited by Grammarly.
â¶ â YOUR MIND'S WALKING OUT !
summary: no one at the pitt knows you and jack are separated when you show up to the emergency room during a particularly chaotic shift, with a number of dubious symptoms that force you and jack to reconcile. (4k)
characters: jack abbot / wife!reader, jack abbot, dana evans, the pittlings
contents: established relationship, grumpy!jack, protective!jack, angst, hurt/comfort, not proofread cw for mentions of divorce, medical procedures, and pregnancy
( NAVIGATION ) | ( MASTERLIST ) | ( AO3 )
You make a reluctant trip to the PTMC with a two-week-old headache and the remnants of last nightâs argument with Jack.
You donât see the man when you first walk in, which youâre slightly grateful for, even though you know that a crowded E.R. is hardly ever a good sign. You feel the swelling noise and bustling bodies pressing hard on either side of you as you freeze in place by the entrance, trapped within a sea of rushing doctors and transporting patients. Dana, who had spotted you the second you walked in, rushes to your side to keep you from drowning in it entirely.
âHey, hun,â the older woman greets in her usual gritty deadpan, wearing the weight of the long day all over her face as she rounds the work station to meet you.
âHey, Dâ Lupe sent me through,â you murmur, just barely audible over the noisy emergency department. You point behind you to the double doors towards the waiting room, but donât take your eyes off the surrounding chaos as Dana ushers you the short distance to the front desk. âJeez, you guys are busy today, huh?â
âYou donât know the half of it, honey,â Santos huffs distantly, from where she stands before the overhead monitor with a few other residents. It takes her a second too long to realize her slip-up, and her half-up ponytail sways behind her as she flashes you an apologetic grimace. âShit. Sorry. I justâ I hear Jack calling you that all the time, and it just slipped.â
You burn at the mention of his name. You hope it doesnât show on your face.
Headcannon- Jack Abbot has a hair kink!
The first thing Jack Abbot noticed about you when you began working at PTMC was your hair.
It was beautiful.
Your hair was so soft and shiny. He noticed the way it fell effortlessly down your back in waves that hit just below your waist. It was almost mesmerizing to watch, bouncing lightly as you turned away after introducing yourself as a first year attending transferring from a nearby hospital that had merged with another.
Your hair was mostly a dark brunette with a hint of warm, caramel highlights throughout to give it some dimension. The first shift you worked, heâd watched as you easily braided it into a neat French braid just before you began rounds with him. Heâd been a bit sad that it was no longer free to fall around your shoulders, but heâd also had to admit that you looked incredibly cute in the braid with two strands framing your face.
Youâd caught him staring at you and sped up your pace, apologizing. âIâm sorry. Iâm almost done,â you promised him, inwardly berating yourself. Your first night on the new job and the senior attending probably thought you were only concerned with how you looked. Great. Youâd been rushing out the door before your shift and hadnât had time to do your hair. It was the first time in a long time youâd worked night shift and youâd underestimated traffic, shocked that it was still quite heavy at 6 PM.
Jack hadnât said anything, just nodded and began to head toward a trauma room, you falling into step beside him as you finished up your braid.
Apart from that, your first shift working together had been a lot, but good. You quickly observed that he was an excellent doctor but maybe even a better senior attending. He knew when to step back but also when to step in. He was encouraging but also didnât hesitate to correct you when needed, always explaining the why behind certain decisions or where your thinking maybe fell short. Overall he had a calm, but undeniable authority over every room he walked into. He was a natural leader without ever being cocky or condescending.
Jack made just as many observations about you. He noticed that you had such a warm, welcoming presence, which resulted in patients feeling at ease with you quite quickly. You smiled- a lot. It was a beautiful smile that reached your eyes and created soft dimples on the sides of your cheeks. You listened without interrupting, even when sentences dragged on or they didnât seem to be directly related to medicine. You were thorough in your exams and confident in your care plans, though you also took constructive feedback easily. You were an excellent doctor.
He also noticed that at the end of the shift, when you were stood beside him after clocking out, your hair smelled so refreshing and clean, getting a waft of the scent as you untied your braid and shook your hair out. He couldnât stop the next words that came out of his mouth. âYour hair smells really good.â
Youâd glanced over at him, warmth rising in your cheeks as you offered him a small smile. âThank you.â
Youâd exchanged goodbyes and he watched as you turned and walked away again, your long hair now a mixture of waves and curls after being in the braid all day. It swayed from side to side, wild and free. His mind wandered as he imagined what it might feel like if he ran his fingers through your hair or burying his face in it after a long day, inhaling the coconut and citrus scent, the smell itself a stress reliever. He snapped out of it when Lena, the charge nurse, bumped his arm. âDr. Abbot, youâre drooling.â
Heâd frowned at Lena but did touch the corner of his lip, checking for a wet spot just in case.
As your time working together progressed, so did his love for your hair. Some days you would walk in with it flowing freely, tossing it into a bun or a claw clip on your way in. Jack had no idea what a claw clip was until he saw you clipping your hair back with one that resembled a flower and heâd asked.
He liked the claw clips because they were loose enough that often, pieces of hair would escape them. You would tuck these pieces behind your ears and once, when you were gloved up and in the midst of a procedure, youâd politely asked a nurse to push them behind your ears. However Jack was closer and had one hand out of a glove, so heâd quickly done it. His touch was quick and gentle, Youâd made eye contact and both of you had a tinge of red to your cheeks as you mumbled a sheepish, âThank you,â while the spot his fingers brushed felt like it was on fire.
Jack thought about that moment far more than heâd like to admit.
Sometimes you came into work with an intentional style, like your hair braided into a crown or pulled back into a half up, half down style or what he now knew was a bubble braid. This was another new thing heâd learned from you, after seeing you walk in one evening with it swaying behind you. âWhat kind of braid is that?â Heâd asked, looking perplexed as he studied it. Youâd shot him a funny look but answered. âItâs called a bubble braid.â
âOh. It looks nice on you.â After heâd said these words, the funny look immediately transformed into a shy one. He was offering you an appreciative smile so you returned it with one of your own. âThank you.â
One of Jackâs fondest memories is a day where you came in with your natural curly hair. Heâd noticed the moment you walked in, having stopped chatting with Dr. Shen to let his gaze follow you as you headed over to the admin desk where they stood. Youâd felt his gaze on you the entire time and by the time you got near him, you couldnât help but tease him. âDo I have something on my face?â
âWhat?â Jack seemed to snap back to reality. âUh, no.â He scratched the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed at being caught. âBut your hair. ItâsâŠâ Jack trailed off and when he didnât finish his sentence, Shen cut in. âItâs curly, Jack. C-U-R-L-Y. Youâd think youâd be familiar with the term considering you have a head full of curls yourself.â
Jack scowled at Shen who just chuckled as he walked away, sipping his coffee. When he turned his attention back to you, he nodded. âYeah. Curly. It looks different than usual.â
âI didnât blow out my hair this week,â you replied, shrugging. You usually tamed your curls into a bouncy, smooth blow out each Sunday just to make your life easier throughout the week. You loved your curls, but couldnât keep up with them most weeks. But youâd gotten your ends trimmed yesterday and the stylist had done a phenomenal curly hair routine on you, so you hadnât bothered to blow them out.
Jack quirked a brow. âBlow it out?â
His question didnât surprise you. By this point, youâd noticed how fascinated Jack was with your hair. Youâd been working at PTMC for four months now, and would be lying if you said you didnât always put a little extra effort into your hair, as you had a feeling Jack liked it.
You liked a lot of things about the doctor as well. He was, like mentioned earlier, an excellent doctor and a better teacher. It definitely didnât hurt that he was easy on the eyes. He was incredibly handsome, with a face that was sculpted by time and a pair of hazel eyes that could swallow you whole. He also had the thickest, sculpted biceps youâd ever seen, with prominent veins running down his arms that youâd gotten caught staring at one time too many.
You answered his question easily. âA blow out is a hairstyle. Itâs what I do to straighten out my natural curls.â
Jack nodded in understanding. âOh. Okay.â He paused for a few moments, glancing down at the iPad in his hands. He began to tap away so you scanned into the computer nearby and pulled up your charts when you heard his voice again, making you pause and look up. âYou should wear it like that more often. Curly, I mean. It looks very nice on you.â
You smiled. âThank you.â He nodded and went back to working. You pretended not to pay attention or listen when Lena, was sat beside Jack, nudged him and whispered, âWould you just ask her out already?â
You bit back a grin as he and Lena began to whisper yell at one another, though you secretly agreed with Lena. Couldnât he just ask you out already?
This thought didnât stay with you long, as that shift turned out to be one of the longest, most draining days of your career. It was the kind of shift that would stick with you long after it was over.
It was also why Jack found you in the staff locker room after the shift from hell, sitting on the bench and staring straight ahead as you disassociated. So much so that you hadnât even realized he was in the room with you, or that heâd taken a seat beside you. It wasnât until he spoke in a gentle voice that you drifted back into consciousness, though you hadnât heard what he said. âHm?â You murmured, tired eyes flitting to his.
Jack took in how worn down you looked. Shadows beneath your eyes. Shoulders dropped forward slightly. A dullness to you where usually, you glowed.
And your hair. It sat in a lopsided bun to the left side of your head, drooping sadly as a bunch of curls escaped it.
He repeated the words heâd said moments ago, gesturing to your hair. âI said your bun looks as sad you do.â
âGee, thanks,â you replied in an unusually sarcastic voice and Jack immediately regretted his words. Heâd meant them to be teasing, a way to lighten the mood, but clearly, they had done the opposite. He backtracked. âI was kidding. Just trying to get you to crack a smile. Itâs been missing all day.â
You nodded. âYeah well, do you recall the day we had? Not much to smile about.â
He nodded in agreement, letting out a heavy sigh. âYeah. It fucking blew.â
You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. You watched as Jack rubbed at the area where his prosthetic was attached to his leg, feeling for him. The shift had been nonstop, so you had no doubt he was probably aching.
It was at that moment you realized your own head was a bit sore, probably from carrying the weight of your dense, heavy strands of hair all day. You reached up and freed it from the bun, letting out a relieved sigh, reaching up to massage your scalp.
Beside you, Jack sucked in a breath. When you looked at him, he stared at you in disbelief. âHow?â He questioned and you shot him a confused look. âHow what?â
âHow does your hair still look and smell so damn good, like, 13 hours later?â
It was then you blurted out the question that had been on your mind since the day you met him, your words practically involuntary. âDo you have like, a hair kink?â
âWhat?â Jack reeled back in shock as you slapped your hand over your mouth, eyes widening in horror. You could not believe you just said that. You stared at him, wide eyed and embarrassed as you held your hand firmly over your mouth so no other insane words would escape you.
It was only when an amused look crept over his face that you lowered your hand slowly, your face still burning.
âDid you ask if I had a hair kink?â Jack questioned and you nodded shamefully. He began to laugh and the corner of your lip quirked, your body relaxing slightly. Finally, Jack shrugged. âYou know, Iâve never had a particular thing for hair. Until I met you.â
Your face continued to burn but less with embarrassment as you felt a bit flustered upon hearing his words. âOh,â was all you managed to say for a moment while Jack studied you. Eventually, you were able to form a more cohesive thought. âSo, you do have a thing for my hair.â
âMaybe,â Jack answered. âOr maybe I just have a thing for you.â His voice was mostly confident but there was a hint of shyness to it, especially as he broke eye contact, something he usually didnât do. His eyes wandered around the room as he waited for your response.
You were a bit stunned by his words. You werenât clueless, by any means. You knew he flirted with you. You flirted back. But had you actually expected him to admit he had a thing for you?
After swallowing the lump in your throat, you spoke in an earnest voice. âWell, I might have a thing for you too.â
His eyes found yours again. He grinned slightly. âYeah?â He sounded a bit hopeful. You nodded, returning his grin with one of your own and a pleased look crossed his face. âThereâs that smile.â
You both sat, grinning giddily at one another. It was Jack who broke the silence again. âDo you wanna grab a coffee?â He paused before adding. âOr breakfast.â
âBreakfast sounds good,â you answered and he led the way from there. Your first date took place at cozy diner Jack picked out about ten minutes from the hospital. Thankfully, you two had a lot more in common than just work, and the date was just what you needed to get your mind off the terrible shift.
You bonded over your love for rainy days, preference of waffles over pancakes, and debated on whether or not the panda at your local zoo, Coda, who was famed for being over 50 years old, was actually the original Coda. Jack was a realist, saying there was no way that was the same panda from 50 years ago. You were an optimist, saying it had to be, that they had the same vibe. This earned you a pretty intense laugh from Jack, whoâd unfortunately had a mouthful of coffee that ended up on his eggs as he snorted.
When breakfast was over and youâd both lingered without food in front of you for as long as was socially acceptable, Jack walked you to your car. âThis was nice. When can I see you again?â He asked.
You couldnât help yourself. You loved to tease him. âWell, probably in about,â you stopped to glance at your watch. It was 9:14 in the morning. You did the math quickly. âTen hours, give or take. Unless you planned on playing hooky from work.â
Jack rolled his eyes. âNever mind.â But he stayed planted in front of you, biting back a grin as his eyes wandered from yours down to your lips. They flicked back up for just a moment, questioning. You gave him a reassuring nod and this was all he needed. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss was brief, but sweet. His lips moved softly against yours, tasting like the coffee and waffles heâd just eaten. His hands came up to cradle your face, and despite the kiss only lasting a few seconds, it was enough to leave your head spinning when he pulled away. You were glad to have his hands holding you steady, as you werenât entirely sure youâd be upright now otherwise.
Jackâs thumbs brushed across your cheeks. âSo, dinner Saturday?â You were both off on Saturday. You nodded. âIâd like that.â
He smiled before pulling you in for a hug, letting his head rest lightly against yours. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of him pressing back. You felt him nuzzle his face into your curls, inhaling slightly. You couldnât help but chuckle. âI knew you were obsessed with my hair.â
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes twinkling. âMaybe. But itâs mostly you Iâm obsessed with.â
Jack Abbot Loves His Pregnant Wife!- Jack Abbot x Pregnant Reader
Note- I didnât proofread this but it was sitting in my drafts soooooo here you go :))))
You tried your best to stifle a yawn as you and Jack walked into the hospital. You turned your head away from him, bringing your hand to your mouth, trying to make it look like you were wiping something off your face.
Beside you, Jack frowned. âYouâre tired.â
âIâm always tired. Ever since you knocked me up,â you replied in a huff.
Jack groaned. âBaby you canât say it like that. Makes me sound like Iâm some weird old man and not your loving, adoring husband.â
He grabbed the next door for you as he continued. âYou do remember that we agreed to have a baby, right? Put in the mutual work for it?â A smirk crossed his face. âWell, actually, I will say that specific night you definitely picked up my slack. And then some.â
Your cheeks heated up as your head whipped around, ensuring nobody was around. Then you whacked him on the chest. âJack!â You hissed. âWeâre at work!â You pressed the button for the elevator.
âI know that.â He shot you a funny look. âBut nobody is around. I canât appreciate how much effort you put into creating that beautiful baby boy inside you?â
âSo Iâm nobody?â Dr. Robinavitch, or better known to you two as Robby, teased from the open elevator doors. You stepped in, cheeks still warm, knowing heâd had to have caught that last bit of the conversation. Jack followed, chuckling as he clasped Robby on the shoulder. âGood evening brother.â
Robby greeted Jack then stopped short before greeting you. You frowned as he stared at you with eyes that slowly narrowed. âUh, hi to you too Robby?â
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â Robby said, crossing his arms over his chest.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. âGive me a break,â you replied just as Jack muttered a, âThank you,â to Robby. You scowled at him. He pretended not to see it, brushing imaginary lint from his scrub top.
Robby turned his pointed gaze on Jack, who did a double-take when he realized, surprised to be his next victim. âWhat?â
âSheâs supposed to be on maternity leave as of two days ago.â Robby spoke in a tone meant to shame Jack, who quickly gestured toward you. âYou tell her that man! She doesnât listen to me!â
Your scowl deepened. âIâm literally right here. And Iâm fine to work. Dr. Porter just said to take it easy is all.â
They both turned their attention to you. Robby shook his head in disapproval while Jack scoffed. âYou donât know how to take anything easy.â Then, almost as if heâd set himself up for his own joke, a devilish look flashed across his face. âWell actually, I can think of one thing you take pretty easily.â
âOh my God! Jack!â Your eyes widened, embarrassment flooding through you as you glanced from him to Robby, who at least was trying to hide his laugh with a fake cough. Jack just shrugged. âWhat? I was just giving you a compliment.â
âIâm going to report you for sexual harassment.â You told him this in the most serious tone you could muster. He quirked a brow. âI donât think you can do that honey. Weâre married.â
âWell Iâm going to divorce you and then report you for sexual harassment.â This earned a laugh from Robby. You smiled, proud of yourself.
Jack stepped toward you, apologetic look on his face. âOkay, okay,â he surrendered, taking your hands in his. âIâm sorry. Donât divorce me. I love you.â His tone was remorseful. You softened.
âWell, not until youâre an attending and I can take you for all your worth.â His words caused you to rip your hands free from his and spin around, crossing your arms angrily across your chest as Robby burst into laughter. You hated when he was funnier than you.
Robby began to bid goodbyes. He started with Jack. Though you were faced away from the two of them, not wanting to see Jackâs face, you could hear the typical bro-hug- hands clasping and shoulders bumping behind you.
Robby cautiously made his way in your line of sight. He opened his arms wide, fond smile on his face. âJust wanna make sure you and my godson are getting the rest you need. Thatâs all.â
You stayed stubborn for a moment before giving in, knowing that is exactly what the case was. You stepped forward, giving him a tight hug. He returned the squeeze.
Robby was family. You had no doubt in your mind that his intentions were nothing but good, even if he sometimes worked your last nerve. But you knew thatâs what brothers did.
Just before you pulled away, you lifted yourself onto your tiptoes, dropping your voice to a low whisper. âPlease donât leave me alone with him.â You used your eyes to gesture behind you as best you could. âIâm scared.â
âI heard that!â Jack exclaimed. His tone was sharp, then suggestive, yet again. âBut donât be scared baby. Iâm going to take good care of you.â You didnât have to look at him to know he wore a pleased smirk.
Robby chuckled, stepping backward out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. You hadnât realized it had been stopped the entire time. You made a grab for him. âRobby, please!â
âHave a good shift you two. Keep an eye on her, Jack.â Robby waved goodbye. Jackâs voice was closer this time. He was practically growling. âOh, I plan on it.â
The last thing you saw before the doors shut was Robby shaking his head, still laughing.
You felt Jackâs hands on your hips. You glared at the door in front of you. âIâm so divorcing you.â
âNo youâre not.â His breath was at your ear now, his hands on your hips. It sent a shiver down your spine. You could practically feel his smug grin. You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat. âYouâre a pain in my ass.â
âReally? I didnât think you had any room left in there.â
You groaned. How on Earth did he manage to keep it going this long? You tried to make your next words sound threatening. âYouâre so going to get it when we get home.â Instant regret flooded through you at your word choice. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the next thing out of his mouth.
It didnât disappoint. âCareful princess.â His hands came from behind you and cupped your large, pregnant belly, pulling you flush to his chest. You let out a surprised breath of air. His lips brushed against your ears, a grin finally breaking free from you as he spoke his next words in a low drawl. âYou giving it to me is what got you in this situation in the first place.â
You shook your head in an amused manner. He may be a pain in your ass but he was right. You so werenât divorcing him.
JACK ABBOT is the kind of man who would do anything for his wife. He would let her kick his ass if she needed to. But the moment you found out you were definitely pregnant, he was completely undone â dropping to his knees like the news had knocked the air out of him.
You, on the other hand, feel like the most unattractive woman alive. Youâre sore, bloated, exhausted, and ready to cry over the smallest inconveniences. Nothing fits right. Nothing feels right.
But to him, youâre untouchable. Radiant. Powerful.
after hours (jack abbot x reader)
pairing: jack abbot x fem!resident!reader
author's note: hey! i'm back again! thanks for the love on everything so far, all the support really means the world and it's so nice to get back into the swing of writing, please enjoy another one before I burn myself out <3
word count: 2,018
warnings: sort of suggestive, domestic bliss!!, reader is suggested to be younger than him, soft jack, medical inaccuracies as alwayssss
description: a morning spent with jack after a gruelling work week. you're both super in love etc etc etc
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Your entire body is warm right now. Like, the kind of warm you feel right in the bottom of your tummy when you take the first sip of tea after a long, exhausting night shift, or the kind of warm you feel when you see a shelter dog finding his forever home after years of neglect. You can tell it's the morning, because there's this stream of light coming in through the left window where you hadn't closed the blinds all the way - it stretches across your closed eyes and across your face. Those blinds are always damn closed in this room, anyways, no harm in some light sometimes.
# JACK ABBOT â SEE YOU CLEARLY !
MASTERLIST !
REQUEST !
001. SUMMARY !
â¶ after forgetting your backup contact lenses you must wear your glasses, shocking your attending in the process.
002. WARNINGS !
â¶ reader needs contacts/glasses to see properly. reader works at the pitt but no rank specified, just that you're not an attending.
word count : 1,5k
gif from @doctorjackabbot
Youâve been wearing contacts for years.
Long enough that most people at the Pitt donât even know you own glasses.
They sit forgotten in the side pocket of your bag, an emergency backup for twelve-hour shifts and fluorescent lights that dry your eyes out until they burn. You hate wearing them at work. They fog when you rush between rooms. They slide down your nose when youâre sweating. They make you feel younger somehowâsofter.
That you mean everything to me I love you deeply, Rose.
you take 10 busines days to respond to anybody...
some of us are âš employed âš
Being in your 20s is like I just made 100 different life defining choices this week alone and I donât know if a single one will stand the test of time