Fun tag game idea: say something that most of your followers wouldn’t actually know
I’ll start first: I am actually married. Irl. I have a husband. I know it’s surprising considering the Tumblr spouses, but my husband thinks it’s funny.
oh jeez what do i Not Talk About that isnt traumatic lmao uhmmmmmm
i can do some vocal effects, mainly like. echoing, like in the song echo by crusher-p when it repeats the sound of the o i can actually do that manually without technology. i used to be able to do it pretty well in middle school actually and i probably could again if i practiced it
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Summary: Jack makes sure you know you're loved, but he's not loud about it. (Though actions speak louder than words)
Content: Jack being a sweetheart, fluffy fluff!, Hozier mentioned, Jack calling reader pretty and gorgeous, no use of Y/N, reader being a crafty girl, reader listens to Hozier, idk what else!!
A/N: You voted and you shall receive. I am very content with the result of this fic, I loved writing this fluff and I wholeheartedly believe Jack would do all those things for his loved one! I noticed that all the words that I write in bold format didn't appear here when I copy from Google docs and I don't have the patience to do it cause I'm writing on my phone. Feedback and ideas are always appreciated! I'd love requests for fics and I write (try) for the characters that are listed in my masterlist!!!
Disclaimer: English is NOT my first language so this may as well be written with my eyes closed and half delusional brain. Hope you enjoy it!
Jack Abbot, as gruff and serious as he looks, he loves intently. He's the kind of person to always try to make you feel loved, heard and appreciated— it could be by telling you or by showing you. He's an older man, he has the mentality that the woman he loves and chose to be with, should be showered in attention and details, make her life easier, per say. He's a man of action, that much is clear, he doesn't care for empty words— though his words are never empty, he only says what he means— he cares for you to be safe, loved, praised, almost worshiped like a goddess.
A while into your relationship with him, you would start to notice some things, little details, that showed you he listened to you, that he's attentive and he simply sees you. Whether it was small things— like always making sure you were hydrated, buying you those kinds of colorful weird earrings you liked, making sure his apartment was always packed with those snacks you liked— or big but quiet things.
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The first few times you started staying at Jack's place, you would carry your big toiletries bag. You were one for self care, so you always needed to use your own products, none of using something you didn't know if it'd affect your skin or hair.
That left you with the only option; carrying a big bag full of your products, from shampoo and conditioner to makeup remover— and makeup itself for the next day— and skincare products. It was quite a large bag and Jack would often make fun of you, claiming you carried more products than clothes or any other thing.
He would also feel really bad when he saw you desperately rummaging through your bag to try and find something you forgot to pack. Or when you texted to ask if you had forgotten your favorite lipstick at his place the night before.
Tired of seeing you struggle with it, he took photos of all your products, deciding he would buy everything you needed when you stayed the night at his. He almost went to the length to buy two of some products, claiming he saw how quickly you tend to run out of it.
When you first realized he had bought the products you used was that one time he was cooking for you a new recipe Dana had sent him. You were talking and spending time together when you needed to use the bathroom. After drying your hands, you noticed the bottle of liquid soap was low, deciding to fill it out since you knew where he kept everything. When you opened the cabinet doors you found everything you used there; shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, face masks, moisturizer, solar protector, serums and more.
“Jack!" you called for him without moving.
His hurried steps broke the silence in his apartment as he knocked before opening the door, thinking something had happened, only to find you staring dumbfounded at the variety of products.
“Baby, are you okay?"
“I- yes. Jack, what is all this?" you asked him, stumbling over your words.
“Oh," he glanced at the products then back at you “I don't like seeing you stressed over not forgetting anything from your night bag everytime you spend the night so I bought them for you" he said simply.
You were staring at him with your mouth open, awe flooding your eyes.
“Jack, I–" you choked on your tongue “Let me pay—"
“Don't even" he cut you off “I bought them for you. Don't argue"
“Jack—"
“I said no, baby. Drop it" he said softly, cupping your face “Now, let's go eat”
After having dinner and you still trying to wrap your mind about your sweet and caring boyfriend, you called for him.
“Jack?"
“Yes, baby?"
“I love you"
“I love you too, gorgeous"
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You were a handy and creative person, you couldn't sit still for too long, your mind swirling with ideas and a long diy list. It didn't help that you constantly were shown videos of new ideas in every social media page you consumed— whether it was a new crochet idea, a new necessity to learn how to sew your own blouses, new extravagant makeup ideas, or the latest one; making your own furniture. You wanted your apartment to be funny and colorful and whimsical, you were an incredibly strong hater of all that clean look and minimalist white tendencies, so you took matters into your own hands, naturally.
When Jack saw you with that sheepish but excited expression he knew you were up to no good, that was the face you only wore when you had an idea, the kind of idea that would probably drive you both crazy. Nevermind he knew you had a new creative idea, he observed you with amusement as you sat on his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders.
He squinted his eyes at you “What mischief are you planning now, Pretty?”
“Why do you always think I'm planning something?"
“Because I know you and I know that exact look you're giving me"
You huffed but didn't dignify his observation with a response.
He tilted his head “Out with it, baby. I know you want to show me something"
Sighing, you grab your cellphone, unlocking the screen and showing him a short video of how to diy your house. It was a tutorial of a mushroom ottoman.
He raised an eyebrow at you, giving you an unimpressed glance. "An ottoman? You already have one”
"So?” you said without blinking "This is mooshrom shaped”
“Of course not, how dare it to be a normal ottoman" He playfully followed your train of thought with a grin.
“I need a nail gun"
“Absolutely not"
"You're being unreasonable” You said, tugging at his hair softly.
"I'm not handing you a nail gun, do you know how many accidents happen with those things?”
He was an Emergency Doctor, of course he wouldn't let you near a nail gun.
“I'll be careful, I'm not a dumbass"
“That's still a no"
“I don't like you anymore" You huffed, standing up from his lap.
“As long as you're alive and well"
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Days later you mostly forget about it, insisting now and then for him to buy you a nail gun or threatening to buy it yourself— all empty threats, of course.
By the fourth day after the whole ottoman discussion you had already moved on, picking up a new crochet project, forgetting about it.
You were curled up on your couch, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, your crochet hook in one hand while your yarn was scattered across the couch. You had some shown playing in the background while your tablet was in your coffee table with the pattern open. That was your way of relaxation after work, fighting against the confusing crochet patterns and your poor hand coordination.
After hitting a really difficult part of the pattern— you kept having to undo your work for two times now— you heard a knock on your front door, Jack's knock, that particular way he knocked to let you know it was him.
With a groan you let your head drop back onto the back of the couch to say “It's open" loud enough.
The doorknob twisted, the door opened and there was Jack— who swung the door back and forth to hear the screeching cry of the hinges— you ignored your surroundings, closing your eyes and trying to relax after your relaxation hobby turned stressful.
"Remind me to oil this hinges up” He hummed, making his way to your slumped figure, kissing your forehead lovingly.
"Hi, baby” You murmured, without moving from your position on the couch.
He tapped your forehead softly "What's with the pout, Pretty?”
You opened your eyes, glancing at him through the lens of your glasses “I cannot figure out this pattern"
He chuckled softly, moving to untwist the yarn from your fingers and carefully putting all of your crochet supplies away in their respective basket next to the couch. “You should take a break, you get cranky when you're frustrated"
You just huffed, not responding to him.
“I have a gift for you" He said after a moment, sitting next to you and pulling you to him.
Resting your chin against his chest, you looked up at him “Yeah, what is it?"
"It's by the door”
When you glanced towards the door, you saw two mushroom ottomans, a different color and size each. You squealed in delight, running to bring them to the living room space. "I can't believe it! You bought me these?”
Jack was observing you with a twinkle of something in his eyes, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. "I actually didn't, they were too expensive for an ottoman. I made them myself"
You threw yourself at him, peppering kisses along his face. “You're the best boyfriend ever! Thank you" Pecking his lips you stood up, assessing the ottomans closely.
The large one's color was your exact favorite tone of purple, and the fabric was comfy, it was a little taller than your coffee table. The smaller one's color was a bright lovely blue, the fabric was chunky and it was a good 3 inches shorter.
"They are so cute, Jack!”
"You know you can take off that," he pointed to the top of the ottoman “and you can put things there, like blankets and such"
You gasped, taking off the top “Oh, God! Jack, I love it!" Once again, you throw yourself at him, kissing his lips.
He chuckled, holding you tight against him “I'm glad you liked it"
“I saw a coffee table made of glass bricks” Giving him a mischievous smile, you kiss his lips once again.
“Of course you did," he sighed.
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"I bought air dry clay!” you announced, letting myself in his apartment with my total bag hanging from my shoulder.
Jack chuckled from his place in the kitchen, shaking his head while you dropped your bag onto the kitchen counter before making his way to him.
He pecked your lips. "Uh huh, exactly how much did you buy?”
You smiled at him sheepishly “Eight packs, give or take"
“That's like 9 pounds"
“8.8 pounds” You corrected him
"What, pray tell, are you planning to do with 8.8 pounds of air dry clay?”
“I saw a video—"
“Of course you did" He groaned, though there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in his voice.
“—and I have a lot of ideas for the air dry clay. Fridge magnets, key holders, jewelry bowls,—”
"I'm guessing the list goes on and on”
"—candle holders, little trinkets, key chains, glasses holders, rings, necklaces and more!”
He sighed, dropping his chin to his chest— though a smile was adorning his lips.
"Are you sure you're not going to abandon this new hobby? Remember wanting to learn to sew, to paint and draw, play the piano and etcetera”
"I remember everything and they're still my hobbies, just not the main hobby right now,” you explained.
“Are you sure you want to start another one?"
“Absolutely sure" you nodded firmly.
He mirrored you, nodding with a smile “Then you'll be the best at it" kissing your neck, then your cheek, he murmured “as you always are, my love"
God, he was so in love with you
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he buys her all kinds of stuff to help her with her new project and will spend a lot of time watching her when she was doing it
The next day, while you were watching a movie on his couch, he entered his apartment holding various plastic bags, putting it on the coffee table, in your eyesight.
Tilting your head, you asked “What's that, baby?" while he leaned down to kiss your lips.
"Open it” He smiled at you, his hand caressing your tight lovingly.
You gasped when you saw that Jack had gone over the top, buying a lot of supplies and tools for your new air dry clay hobby.
From rollers, cutters and molds to paint and resin. You wanted to cry.
He smiled, kissing your cheek “None of that, I will always make everything in my power to see you happy and doing what you love"
You threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly “Jack, I cannot thank you enough" you cried.
“The only thanks I need is that the first piece you do is something I can wear or something for my apartment, deal?" he proposed, rubbing your back.
As you separated yourself from him to look up at him, you were wearing a beaming expression "Deal”
He would spend hours observing you, while you worked on your creating process, without blinking. He would sit across from you, his gaze fixated solely on you and a beaming smile on his lips. He would often talk to you, make you snacks— and feed them to you— while praising your whole process.
And when you finished your first piece, the one you promised to him— a beautiful little moon and sun charm to year around his neck— he would proudly wear it and show it around the Pitt even prouder.
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It wasn't usual for Jack to spend time at your place, usually it was you who were at his apartment more progressively. Jack's place was spacious and in a better neighborhood, closer to both your jobs too. Even then, when Jack was at your place he would hear you complaining about some things that needed fixing but you haven't had the time to do it yourself or call a handyman to do so.
"Ugh, this drawer keeps getting stuck"
“I need to change that light bulb"
“I hate this stupid faucet, it keeps leaking"
“This door is screeching worse each time I open it, I swear"
“I think that shelf is going to fall if I breathe too close to it"
You never did it with any ulterior motive, you just liked to voice your frustrations and problems, whining cause you could, not because you couldn't solve it yourself. Jack, however, kept taking notes of all the things that you mentioned that needed to be taken care of.
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You had a key to each other's place, of course you did, it was vital for both of you. Jack liked when you stayed at his place even when he was working the night at the Pitt— feeling at ease knowing you were safe in his home— and mostly for emergencies. So, normally, one day Jack decided he would take care of any thing that needed fixing for you, without telling you.
When you were at work through the day, he would stop by your place, oiling the hinges of every door, fixing your faucet, drilling your shelves tight enough to avoid any falling, checking every lightbulb and changing those that needed it, fixing your drawer and a lot more. He didn't do it all in one day, so you were not so quick to notice it, most of your time occupied by work or by Jack, and he being who he was, didn't tell you anything.
He found you frowning at your faucet one morning, as he dropped off at your place to spend the day there.
“What are you glaring at, gorgeous?" he asked, wrapping his hands around your waist as he stood behind you.
"That faucet stopped leaking” you informed him as if it had offended you personally.
He hummed in amusement “I know"
Your frowning gaze settled on him now “What do you mean you know?"
He simply shrugged, hiding his face in your neck and inhaled your scent “I fixed it"
You gaped at him for a few moments "You fixed? What? Why? When?” staring at him you blurted out.
He smirked softly at you "Slow down, baby. Yes, I fixed it. Because it needed to be fixed. Two days ago when you were at work” he answered any and all of your questions.
"You shouldn't have, Jack. You were here, fixing a stupid faucet while you should've stayed at your place resting before your shift”
He shook his head "You know I'm not good at staying still and I don't want your pretty head occupied by silly things like those details that need attention around your place"
Letting your head drop against his chest and hugging him, you sighed. “I love you"
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It was rare for you to see Jack more than a couple hours a week, your schedules not allowing either of you any respite. While Jack worked the nights at the PTMC, you worked days, naturally the only time together was when one of you had a day off or the few hours you had after your work and before his shift. Whenever you wanted to see him, even to just share a little meal before his shift began, he would pick you up in his truck to share a little of his time with you.
When you first started dating you would ask to put your music on, connect your cellphone to his truck’s Bluetooth, and play all kinds of music. You thought he only let you do it to make you happy, that he didn't even listen to your music whenever you played it on. Eventually you started caring very little of what kind of music was playing, rather focusing on talking to him and enjoying his company.
You failed to notice that, every time you got into his truck, it was your music playing. He would pull your favorite music even before you'd get in. The first time you noticed he didn't have his usual on— Stevie Wonder, Cage the Elephant, Radio Head, David Bowie, etc.— was because From Eden by Hozier was the music that he had on.
You blinked at him, giving him a questioning look.
“What?"
“Since when do you listen to Hozier?" You asked him.
“I don't" He shrugged, putting the gear shift on drive.
"It's playing right now,” you pointed out.
"So?”
You groaned, rolling your eyes. It bothered you when he acted nonchalant "So?” you repeated "It's not your usual music, why are you playing it in your truck”
He shrugged once again, his eyes fixed on the door "You like it, that's enough for me”
You stared at him in disbelief, you were at a loss of words.
Feeling your gaze in him, he smirked “What? When you're in the truck your music is always playing"
You brows furrowed, while you tried to remember the last time you were in his truck. "I haven't noticed"
“I sent myself your playlist from your phone” he said simply
"Oh, Jack”
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Tonight it was girls night out, something that happened very little with your circle of friends, so despite it being Jack's night off, he insisted for you to go, he wanted you to have fun and decompress.
“But, Jack—"
“You're going" he said without glancing up from the book on his lap.
“It's your night off, I should be here with you” you were already dressed and ready to go but you didn't care, you were feeling guilty.
“You need a life outside work and outside our relationship, you don't see your friends that much so you should enjoy them tonight" he explained softly “besides, I get to pick you up and ease my mind"
You huffed “Fine, you win. But it'll only be for two hours, three tops"
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It wasn't two hours, three tops as you said. Jack made sure to text and check up on you through the night, your texts getting progressively worse each hour, until you called him at 3 a.m. to ask him to pick you up.
You were noticeably drunk when he picked you up, your eyes were glazed up, you hiccuped every now and then, your speech was slurred and you had a big dumb smile on your face.
"How much did you drink, pretty?” he asked once he had you securely strapped on his truck.
You giggled drunkenly "I think I lost count, Jackie”
He huffed amusedly "It shows, don't fall asleep, okay?” he said before driving you to his place.
Once you arrived you were pretty sleepy, barely able to walk, so he had to almost carry you inside. You were a giggling mess while holding onto Jack, rambling about all sorts of things— none of them making any sense but Jack was listening either way.
"Let's get you to the shower” he murmured, steering you to his bathroom.
"No! I don't want to shower” you pouted at him.
“Gorgeous, I love you but right now you reek of smoke and alcohol"
“But I'm sleepy and if I shower my hair won't dry quickly and I don't have the energy to blow dry it"
“Shower, then food and sleep" he said firmly, while adjusting the temperature of the water.
He helped you shower, afraid you'd fall if he wasn't there, you reluctantly— and with a lot of whining— showered. Jack helped you to put on your pajamas and brush your hair before ushering you to the kitchen, he was set up to feed you and make sure you were hydrated.
You sobered up after that but you were still a little more than sleepy and Jack knew you did not like to go to sleep with your hair wet.
He guided you to his bedroom, making you sit in the bed while he went to look for something in the bathroom. When he came back he had your blow-dryer in one hand and your bottle of heat protector in the other.
“Jack, what-?"
He shushed you softly, brushing your hair once again before using the heat protector on your hair, spreading the product.
"You just relax while I blow-dry your hair, pretty”
You didn't know what to say, your heart was warm inside, you had never felt this kind of love and care towards you, only seen it in movies.
Jack was pouring all his soul into making sure your hair was correctly taken care of, his fingers softly threading through your hair, sometimes even massaging your scalp. You had started to doze off when he turned it off.
“Now you can sleep" he kissed your forehead before tugging you in, him laying next to you, quickly muttering your goodnights, before soundly falling to sleep.
God, you were so in love with him.
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"How do I look?” You asked him, twirling to show him your outfit.
He had a twinkle in his eyes "Gorgeous” his breathless words were said with such honesty it made your heart swell.
You were joining him at a wedding of a friend of his, so you tried your best to look good. He had even made sure to match his dressing shirt to your dress.
"Are you ready?”
"Yes, baby. Let's go”
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The wedding ceremony was beautiful and heartful, Jack's friends were nice to you, making you feel welcome.
Jack, for his part, wouldn't leave you out of his sight for a moment, making sure you were enjoying yourself. He was touching or holding you the whole time, either it was holding your waist or your hand, a hand of your tight or massaging behind your neck.
After a few hours into the party, Jack's friends pulled you to the dance floor, making sure you were included in all the fun.
By the time Jack went to get you from the claws of his friends, as he claimed, you were quite drunk; your hair was messy, your makeup a little smudged, cheeks flushed and a content smile. He couldn't help but grin lovingly at you, holding you by the waist.
“Someone is drunk" he said amusedly.
"Maybe a little” you hummed, leaning into his chest, putting your ear by the exact spot where his heart is.
He chuckled against your hair, holding you tighter to his chest. “You're adorable"
You looked up at him, your chin resting on his chest. He chuckled when he saw the smudged mascara under your eyes and reached with his fingers, fixing your makeup as best as he could.
Your heart swelled on your chest, feeling how soft and careful he was being, completely concentrated in fixing the messy state of your makeup.
"There, no more smudged mascara” He kissed your lips.
You giggled, enjoying his attentions “Next thing I know, you'll be helping me with my lipstick"
He raised an eyebrow, reaching into his pocket to get your lipstick out— since you didn't bring a purse and he was functioning like your personal purse, carrying your lipstick and cellphone. “Open"
“Jack, I was kidding—"
He gave you a look that meant business, so you obliged, parting your lips slightly to allow him to put your lipstick on.
With careful strokes of the product, he made sure your lips were covered in the burgundy color, smiling proudly when he was finished.
You grabbed your little mirror, checking in his work, nodding approvingly.
"Now, would you like to dance?” He said teasingly.
"I'd like that very much”
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Jack Abbot may not be the most vocal about his love for you, but he makes sure you know his love for you in more ways than one.
Summary: Jack makes sure you know you're loved, but he's not loud about it. (Though actions speak louder than words)
Content: Jack being a sweetheart, fluffy fluff!, Hozier mentioned, Jack calling reader pretty and gorgeous, no use of Y/N, reader being a crafty girl, reader listens to Hozier, idk what else!!
A/N: You voted and you shall receive. I am very content with the result of this fic, I loved writing this fluff and I wholeheartedly believe Jack would do all those things for his loved one! I noticed that all the words that I write in bold format didn't appear here when I copy from Google docs and I don't have the patience to do it cause I'm writing on my phone. Feedback and ideas are always appreciated! I'd love requests for fics and I write (try) for the characters that are listed in my masterlist!!!
Disclaimer: English is NOT my first language so this may as well be written with my eyes closed and half delusional brain. Hope you enjoy it!
Jack Abbot, as gruff and serious as he looks, he loves intently. He's the kind of person to always try to make you feel loved, heard and appreciated— it could be by telling you or by showing you. He's an older man, he has the mentality that the woman he loves and chose to be with, should be showered in attention and details, make her life easier, per say. He's a man of action, that much is clear, he doesn't care for empty words— though his words are never empty, he only says what he means— he cares for you to be safe, loved, praised, almost worshiped like a goddess.
A while into your relationship with him, you would start to notice some things, little details, that showed you he listened to you, that he's attentive and he simply sees you. Whether it was small things— like always making sure you were hydrated, buying you those kinds of colorful weird earrings you liked, making sure his apartment was always packed with those snacks you liked— or big but quiet things.
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The first few times you started staying at Jack's place, you would carry your big toiletries bag. You were one for self care, so you always needed to use your own products, none of using something you didn't know if it'd affect your skin or hair.
That left you with the only option; carrying a big bag full of your products, from shampoo and conditioner to makeup remover— and makeup itself for the next day— and skincare products. It was quite a large bag and Jack would often make fun of you, claiming you carried more products than clothes or any other thing.
He would also feel really bad when he saw you desperately rummaging through your bag to try and find something you forgot to pack. Or when you texted to ask if you had forgotten your favorite lipstick at his place the night before.
Tired of seeing you struggle with it, he took photos of all your products, deciding he would buy everything you needed when you stayed the night at his. He almost went to the length to buy two of some products, claiming he saw how quickly you tend to run out of it.
When you first realized he had bought the products you used was that one time he was cooking for you a new recipe Dana had sent him. You were talking and spending time together when you needed to use the bathroom. After drying your hands, you noticed the bottle of liquid soap was low, deciding to fill it out since you knew where he kept everything. When you opened the cabinet doors you found everything you used there; shampoo, conditioner, hair mask, face masks, moisturizer, solar protector, serums and more.
“Jack!" you called for him without moving.
His hurried steps broke the silence in his apartment as he knocked before opening the door, thinking something had happened, only to find you staring dumbfounded at the variety of products.
“Baby, are you okay?"
“I- yes. Jack, what is all this?" you asked him, stumbling over your words.
“Oh," he glanced at the products then back at you “I don't like seeing you stressed over not forgetting anything from your night bag everytime you spend the night so I bought them for you" he said simply.
You were staring at him with your mouth open, awe flooding your eyes.
“Jack, I–" you choked on your tongue “Let me pay—"
“Don't even" he cut you off “I bought them for you. Don't argue"
“Jack—"
“I said no, baby. Drop it" he said softly, cupping your face “Now, let's go eat”
After having dinner and you still trying to wrap your mind about your sweet and caring boyfriend, you called for him.
“Jack?"
“Yes, baby?"
“I love you"
“I love you too, gorgeous"
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You were a handy and creative person, you couldn't sit still for too long, your mind swirling with ideas and a long diy list. It didn't help that you constantly were shown videos of new ideas in every social media page you consumed— whether it was a new crochet idea, a new necessity to learn how to sew your own blouses, new extravagant makeup ideas, or the latest one; making your own furniture. You wanted your apartment to be funny and colorful and whimsical, you were an incredibly strong hater of all that clean look and minimalist white tendencies, so you took matters into your own hands, naturally.
When Jack saw you with that sheepish but excited expression he knew you were up to no good, that was the face you only wore when you had an idea, the kind of idea that would probably drive you both crazy. Nevermind he knew you had a new creative idea, he observed you with amusement as you sat on his lap, wrapping your hands around his shoulders.
He squinted his eyes at you “What mischief are you planning now, Pretty?”
“Why do you always think I'm planning something?"
“Because I know you and I know that exact look you're giving me"
You huffed but didn't dignify his observation with a response.
He tilted his head “Out with it, baby. I know you want to show me something"
Sighing, you grab your cellphone, unlocking the screen and showing him a short video of how to diy your house. It was a tutorial of a mushroom ottoman.
He raised an eyebrow at you, giving you an unimpressed glance. "An ottoman? You already have one”
"So?” you said without blinking "This is mooshrom shaped”
“Of course not, how dare it to be a normal ottoman" He playfully followed your train of thought with a grin.
“I need a nail gun"
“Absolutely not"
"You're being unreasonable” You said, tugging at his hair softly.
"I'm not handing you a nail gun, do you know how many accidents happen with those things?”
He was an Emergency Doctor, of course he wouldn't let you near a nail gun.
“I'll be careful, I'm not a dumbass"
“That's still a no"
“I don't like you anymore" You huffed, standing up from his lap.
“As long as you're alive and well"
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Days later you mostly forget about it, insisting now and then for him to buy you a nail gun or threatening to buy it yourself— all empty threats, of course.
By the fourth day after the whole ottoman discussion you had already moved on, picking up a new crochet project, forgetting about it.
You were curled up on your couch, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, your crochet hook in one hand while your yarn was scattered across the couch. You had some shown playing in the background while your tablet was in your coffee table with the pattern open. That was your way of relaxation after work, fighting against the confusing crochet patterns and your poor hand coordination.
After hitting a really difficult part of the pattern— you kept having to undo your work for two times now— you heard a knock on your front door, Jack's knock, that particular way he knocked to let you know it was him.
With a groan you let your head drop back onto the back of the couch to say “It's open" loud enough.
The doorknob twisted, the door opened and there was Jack— who swung the door back and forth to hear the screeching cry of the hinges— you ignored your surroundings, closing your eyes and trying to relax after your relaxation hobby turned stressful.
"Remind me to oil this hinges up” He hummed, making his way to your slumped figure, kissing your forehead lovingly.
"Hi, baby” You murmured, without moving from your position on the couch.
He tapped your forehead softly "What's with the pout, Pretty?”
You opened your eyes, glancing at him through the lens of your glasses “I cannot figure out this pattern"
He chuckled softly, moving to untwist the yarn from your fingers and carefully putting all of your crochet supplies away in their respective basket next to the couch. “You should take a break, you get cranky when you're frustrated"
You just huffed, not responding to him.
“I have a gift for you" He said after a moment, sitting next to you and pulling you to him.
Resting your chin against his chest, you looked up at him “Yeah, what is it?"
"It's by the door”
When you glanced towards the door, you saw two mushroom ottomans, a different color and size each. You squealed in delight, running to bring them to the living room space. "I can't believe it! You bought me these?”
Jack was observing you with a twinkle of something in his eyes, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. "I actually didn't, they were too expensive for an ottoman. I made them myself"
You threw yourself at him, peppering kisses along his face. “You're the best boyfriend ever! Thank you" Pecking his lips you stood up, assessing the ottomans closely.
The large one's color was your exact favorite tone of purple, and the fabric was comfy, it was a little taller than your coffee table. The smaller one's color was a bright lovely blue, the fabric was chunky and it was a good 3 inches shorter.
"They are so cute, Jack!”
"You know you can take off that," he pointed to the top of the ottoman “and you can put things there, like blankets and such"
You gasped, taking off the top “Oh, God! Jack, I love it!" Once again, you throw yourself at him, kissing his lips.
He chuckled, holding you tight against him “I'm glad you liked it"
“I saw a coffee table made of glass bricks” Giving him a mischievous smile, you kiss his lips once again.
“Of course you did," he sighed.
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"I bought air dry clay!” you announced, letting myself in his apartment with my total bag hanging from my shoulder.
Jack chuckled from his place in the kitchen, shaking his head while you dropped your bag onto the kitchen counter before making his way to him.
He pecked your lips. "Uh huh, exactly how much did you buy?”
You smiled at him sheepishly “Eight packs, give or take"
“That's like 9 pounds"
“8.8 pounds” You corrected him
"What, pray tell, are you planning to do with 8.8 pounds of air dry clay?”
“I saw a video—"
“Of course you did" He groaned, though there wasn't an ounce of annoyance in his voice.
“—and I have a lot of ideas for the air dry clay. Fridge magnets, key holders, jewelry bowls,—”
"I'm guessing the list goes on and on”
"—candle holders, little trinkets, key chains, glasses holders, rings, necklaces and more!”
He sighed, dropping his chin to his chest— though a smile was adorning his lips.
"Are you sure you're not going to abandon this new hobby? Remember wanting to learn to sew, to paint and draw, play the piano and etcetera”
"I remember everything and they're still my hobbies, just not the main hobby right now,” you explained.
“Are you sure you want to start another one?"
“Absolutely sure" you nodded firmly.
He mirrored you, nodding with a smile “Then you'll be the best at it" kissing your neck, then your cheek, he murmured “as you always are, my love"
God, he was so in love with you
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he buys her all kinds of stuff to help her with her new project and will spend a lot of time watching her when she was doing it
The next day, while you were watching a movie on his couch, he entered his apartment holding various plastic bags, putting it on the coffee table, in your eyesight.
Tilting your head, you asked “What's that, baby?" while he leaned down to kiss your lips.
"Open it” He smiled at you, his hand caressing your tight lovingly.
You gasped when you saw that Jack had gone over the top, buying a lot of supplies and tools for your new air dry clay hobby.
From rollers, cutters and molds to paint and resin. You wanted to cry.
He smiled, kissing your cheek “None of that, I will always make everything in my power to see you happy and doing what you love"
You threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly “Jack, I cannot thank you enough" you cried.
“The only thanks I need is that the first piece you do is something I can wear or something for my apartment, deal?" he proposed, rubbing your back.
As you separated yourself from him to look up at him, you were wearing a beaming expression "Deal”
He would spend hours observing you, while you worked on your creating process, without blinking. He would sit across from you, his gaze fixated solely on you and a beaming smile on his lips. He would often talk to you, make you snacks— and feed them to you— while praising your whole process.
And when you finished your first piece, the one you promised to him— a beautiful little moon and sun charm to year around his neck— he would proudly wear it and show it around the Pitt even prouder.
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It wasn't usual for Jack to spend time at your place, usually it was you who were at his apartment more progressively. Jack's place was spacious and in a better neighborhood, closer to both your jobs too. Even then, when Jack was at your place he would hear you complaining about some things that needed fixing but you haven't had the time to do it yourself or call a handyman to do so.
"Ugh, this drawer keeps getting stuck"
“I need to change that light bulb"
“I hate this stupid faucet, it keeps leaking"
“This door is screeching worse each time I open it, I swear"
“I think that shelf is going to fall if I breathe too close to it"
You never did it with any ulterior motive, you just liked to voice your frustrations and problems, whining cause you could, not because you couldn't solve it yourself. Jack, however, kept taking notes of all the things that you mentioned that needed to be taken care of.
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You had a key to each other's place, of course you did, it was vital for both of you. Jack liked when you stayed at his place even when he was working the night at the Pitt— feeling at ease knowing you were safe in his home— and mostly for emergencies. So, normally, one day Jack decided he would take care of any thing that needed fixing for you, without telling you.
When you were at work through the day, he would stop by your place, oiling the hinges of every door, fixing your faucet, drilling your shelves tight enough to avoid any falling, checking every lightbulb and changing those that needed it, fixing your drawer and a lot more. He didn't do it all in one day, so you were not so quick to notice it, most of your time occupied by work or by Jack, and he being who he was, didn't tell you anything.
He found you frowning at your faucet one morning, as he dropped off at your place to spend the day there.
“What are you glaring at, gorgeous?" he asked, wrapping his hands around your waist as he stood behind you.
"That faucet stopped leaking” you informed him as if it had offended you personally.
He hummed in amusement “I know"
Your frowning gaze settled on him now “What do you mean you know?"
He simply shrugged, hiding his face in your neck and inhaled your scent “I fixed it"
You gaped at him for a few moments "You fixed? What? Why? When?” staring at him you blurted out.
He smirked softly at you "Slow down, baby. Yes, I fixed it. Because it needed to be fixed. Two days ago when you were at work” he answered any and all of your questions.
"You shouldn't have, Jack. You were here, fixing a stupid faucet while you should've stayed at your place resting before your shift”
He shook his head "You know I'm not good at staying still and I don't want your pretty head occupied by silly things like those details that need attention around your place"
Letting your head drop against his chest and hugging him, you sighed. “I love you"
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It was rare for you to see Jack more than a couple hours a week, your schedules not allowing either of you any respite. While Jack worked the nights at the PTMC, you worked days, naturally the only time together was when one of you had a day off or the few hours you had after your work and before his shift. Whenever you wanted to see him, even to just share a little meal before his shift began, he would pick you up in his truck to share a little of his time with you.
When you first started dating you would ask to put your music on, connect your cellphone to his truck’s Bluetooth, and play all kinds of music. You thought he only let you do it to make you happy, that he didn't even listen to your music whenever you played it on. Eventually you started caring very little of what kind of music was playing, rather focusing on talking to him and enjoying his company.
You failed to notice that, every time you got into his truck, it was your music playing. He would pull your favorite music even before you'd get in. The first time you noticed he didn't have his usual on— Stevie Wonder, Cage the Elephant, Radio Head, David Bowie, etc.— was because From Eden by Hozier was the music that he had on.
You blinked at him, giving him a questioning look.
“What?"
“Since when do you listen to Hozier?" You asked him.
“I don't" He shrugged, putting the gear shift on drive.
"It's playing right now,” you pointed out.
"So?”
You groaned, rolling your eyes. It bothered you when he acted nonchalant "So?” you repeated "It's not your usual music, why are you playing it in your truck”
He shrugged once again, his eyes fixed on the door "You like it, that's enough for me”
You stared at him in disbelief, you were at a loss of words.
Feeling your gaze in him, he smirked “What? When you're in the truck your music is always playing"
You brows furrowed, while you tried to remember the last time you were in his truck. "I haven't noticed"
“I sent myself your playlist from your phone” he said simply
"Oh, Jack”
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Tonight it was girls night out, something that happened very little with your circle of friends, so despite it being Jack's night off, he insisted for you to go, he wanted you to have fun and decompress.
“But, Jack—"
“You're going" he said without glancing up from the book on his lap.
“It's your night off, I should be here with you” you were already dressed and ready to go but you didn't care, you were feeling guilty.
“You need a life outside work and outside our relationship, you don't see your friends that much so you should enjoy them tonight" he explained softly “besides, I get to pick you up and ease my mind"
You huffed “Fine, you win. But it'll only be for two hours, three tops"
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It wasn't two hours, three tops as you said. Jack made sure to text and check up on you through the night, your texts getting progressively worse each hour, until you called him at 3 a.m. to ask him to pick you up.
You were noticeably drunk when he picked you up, your eyes were glazed up, you hiccuped every now and then, your speech was slurred and you had a big dumb smile on your face.
"How much did you drink, pretty?” he asked once he had you securely strapped on his truck.
You giggled drunkenly "I think I lost count, Jackie”
He huffed amusedly "It shows, don't fall asleep, okay?” he said before driving you to his place.
Once you arrived you were pretty sleepy, barely able to walk, so he had to almost carry you inside. You were a giggling mess while holding onto Jack, rambling about all sorts of things— none of them making any sense but Jack was listening either way.
"Let's get you to the shower” he murmured, steering you to his bathroom.
"No! I don't want to shower” you pouted at him.
“Gorgeous, I love you but right now you reek of smoke and alcohol"
“But I'm sleepy and if I shower my hair won't dry quickly and I don't have the energy to blow dry it"
“Shower, then food and sleep" he said firmly, while adjusting the temperature of the water.
He helped you shower, afraid you'd fall if he wasn't there, you reluctantly— and with a lot of whining— showered. Jack helped you to put on your pajamas and brush your hair before ushering you to the kitchen, he was set up to feed you and make sure you were hydrated.
You sobered up after that but you were still a little more than sleepy and Jack knew you did not like to go to sleep with your hair wet.
He guided you to his bedroom, making you sit in the bed while he went to look for something in the bathroom. When he came back he had your blow-dryer in one hand and your bottle of heat protector in the other.
“Jack, what-?"
He shushed you softly, brushing your hair once again before using the heat protector on your hair, spreading the product.
"You just relax while I blow-dry your hair, pretty”
You didn't know what to say, your heart was warm inside, you had never felt this kind of love and care towards you, only seen it in movies.
Jack was pouring all his soul into making sure your hair was correctly taken care of, his fingers softly threading through your hair, sometimes even massaging your scalp. You had started to doze off when he turned it off.
“Now you can sleep" he kissed your forehead before tugging you in, him laying next to you, quickly muttering your goodnights, before soundly falling to sleep.
God, you were so in love with him.
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"How do I look?” You asked him, twirling to show him your outfit.
He had a twinkle in his eyes "Gorgeous” his breathless words were said with such honesty it made your heart swell.
You were joining him at a wedding of a friend of his, so you tried your best to look good. He had even made sure to match his dressing shirt to your dress.
"Are you ready?”
"Yes, baby. Let's go”
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The wedding ceremony was beautiful and heartful, Jack's friends were nice to you, making you feel welcome.
Jack, for his part, wouldn't leave you out of his sight for a moment, making sure you were enjoying yourself. He was touching or holding you the whole time, either it was holding your waist or your hand, a hand of your tight or massaging behind your neck.
After a few hours into the party, Jack's friends pulled you to the dance floor, making sure you were included in all the fun.
By the time Jack went to get you from the claws of his friends, as he claimed, you were quite drunk; your hair was messy, your makeup a little smudged, cheeks flushed and a content smile. He couldn't help but grin lovingly at you, holding you by the waist.
“Someone is drunk" he said amusedly.
"Maybe a little” you hummed, leaning into his chest, putting your ear by the exact spot where his heart is.
He chuckled against your hair, holding you tighter to his chest. “You're adorable"
You looked up at him, your chin resting on his chest. He chuckled when he saw the smudged mascara under your eyes and reached with his fingers, fixing your makeup as best as he could.
Your heart swelled on your chest, feeling how soft and careful he was being, completely concentrated in fixing the messy state of your makeup.
"There, no more smudged mascara” He kissed your lips.
You giggled, enjoying his attentions “Next thing I know, you'll be helping me with my lipstick"
He raised an eyebrow, reaching into his pocket to get your lipstick out— since you didn't bring a purse and he was functioning like your personal purse, carrying your lipstick and cellphone. “Open"
“Jack, I was kidding—"
He gave you a look that meant business, so you obliged, parting your lips slightly to allow him to put your lipstick on.
With careful strokes of the product, he made sure your lips were covered in the burgundy color, smiling proudly when he was finished.
You grabbed your little mirror, checking in his work, nodding approvingly.
"Now, would you like to dance?” He said teasingly.
"I'd like that very much”
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Jack Abbot may not be the most vocal about his love for you, but he makes sure you know his love for you in more ways than one.
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