its-forevermore

Fanfiction enthusiast. 30s she/her

[trippingonthelight]

thinkin abt jack initiating sleepy early morning sex :( he's all warm and dazed as he starts to wake up from a dream (about you of course) and the morning light is just barely filtering in through the curtains :( he instinctively presses u up against him, so tight you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against ur back as you start to come to :( he nudges his knee between yours, already slightly splayed open from sleep, making sure the flat of his thigh presses up against your pussy through your sleep shorts :( his big hands roaming all over you and needily groping your breasts through your thin tank top :( his voice all gravelly but soft against your ear, "my pretty baby, wake up for me" :( and you reluctantly do now, finally allowing yourself to fully feel the sleepy weight of him all over you as you turn your head and meet his eyes, your own still puffy with sleep, he's already gazing at you, drinking in the softness draped over you by the slow-burgeoning dawn, "what time is it Jackie?" :( he splays a warm hand across your belly and rubs soothing circles, "still early angel" as he kisses you so gently, holds you so firmly to him :( you slowly realize he's got his thigh between yours and you involuntarily press down on it, needing the contact, needing it everywhere, wanting him everywhere :( followed by slow, lazy, deep kisses and groping each other until he has to cuddle fuck you and have you fall back asleep with him and his cum still inside you :((((((

[oxalaia-quilombensis]

jack abbot + 11?? pleaseeee!!

ok so this is probably not exactly what you were expecting, but I realized ive already done jack overstimulating the reader so think of this as getting your revenge

I also did my best to leave this one completely gender neutral, so there is no gendered language, but do keep in mind that I write from the lens of an afab reader

18+

This was your revenge, and god were you enjoying it. Jack liked to torture you, and very rarely did you get to return the favor. So when you did, you really took advantage of the opportunity.

He was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, hands fisted in the sheets. His knuckles were white and you were a little worried he might rip the linens, but not enough to stop. Your hands were wrapped around his hard length, sliding up and down, twisting around the red and angry head.

You’d had him like this for almost an hour so far. Five times so far you’d brought him right up the edge before backing off. 

Jack had started begging after the third denial.

“Please, baby please!”

He sounded delicious. Wrecked and hoarse from groaning and crying out repeatedly. You’d been tempted to give in, to finally let him cum. But when Jack edged you, he pushed you further, getting your ruined orgasms up to the double digits, never giving in until he was satisfied, long after you started sobbing and crying for him.

So you held out, pulling sobbing moans from his chest and straddling his thighs to pin his body to the bed. He was still stronger than you, his hips bucking and jostling your position every time he got close again, but you held on. 

“Please!”

Jack was gasping for air, head thrown back and eyes shut tightly as he neared the peak for the sixth time.

“Hmm,” you hummed, your hands keeping up their twisting rhythm. The wet squelching sound of the lube combined with the copious amounts of precum that had dripped from his time filled the room. “Do you deserve it?”

“Yes,” he was gasping out. His hips bucked up into your hands again. The tip of his cock was flushed, nearly purple. “Yes, I do. Please!”

You pretended to contemplate for a moment, your pace slowing as you made a show of tilting your head. 

“I don’t know - ”

“Fuck! Please…”

He whimpered and you caved.

“Cum for me,” your hands tightened, rhythm picking back up.

He was moaning and twitching as you drove him there relentlessly. Your eyes jumped between his face, brows furrowed and mouth open, and the leaking length of him before you. Both were equally enticing sights.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s it,” you cooed, pumping him even faster until you felt the telltale throbbing between your fingers. Entranced, you watch as he froze, before groans and whines were spilling out of him and his hips were bucking back up into your hands. 

Jack finally got what he wanted, and the explosion of rope after rope from his cock proved it. The pearlescent fluid covered your hands, easing the slide of them even more as you gave him no reprieve. Some of it even splashed up, scorching hot against your skin as it dripped down your chest.

His orgasm dragged on and on, much longer than you’d seen it before and with much more cum. You didn’t stop, though, keeping up the rigorous pumping and not letting him squirm away.

When the flow had stopped and Jack was panting, you finally stopped. He was fighting to catch his breath, eyes shut tightly and head leaned back.

But you weren’t finished.

You reached back out, wrapping your fingers around his softening length and beginning a slow rhythm once again. His eyes shot open. He reached out, trying to pry your hands away, but you shushed him, dodging his attempts to dislodge you.

“No, please I can’t - ”

“Shhh,” he whimpered, his length twitching in your hands and starting to slowly fill out once again. “I’ll tell you when you’re done, but it’s my turn to have some fun.”

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[liltrinkets]

i have many thoughts and all of them are about boyfriend jack abbot!!!

boyfriend jack abbot who comes in after a long night shift and immediately strips down to come spoon you in bed, ditching his prosthetic in record time to maximize the 45 min he has with you before you have to wake up for work.

boyfriend jack abbot who isn’t a great cook but has mastered at least three of your favorite dishes because he likes to leave them on the stove for you on days he leaves for work before you get home.

boyfriend jack abbot who has a secret affinity for yacht rock. you make fun of him for listening to steely dan - he makes fun of you right back for knowing all the words to “sailing” by christopher cross.

boyfriend jack abbot who made you watch tarantino movies with him until you wouldn’t stop pointing out all the gratuitous feet shots and he banned you from watching with him (thank god).

boyfriend jack abbot who has never been out of the country for something not-military related, so you drag him on a trip to scotland and make him do a lochness monster tour with you.

boyfriend jack abbot who always makes sure your gas tank is filled, your oil is changed, and your car maintenance is taken care of.

boyfriend jack abbot who retroactively gets mad at you when he finds out you rode ATV’s in your youth, giving you an hour long lecture on the injuries he’s seen from ATV accidents. he makes you swear on your cats life that you’ll never get on an ATV or an e-bike ever again. you agree (and then kiss him stupid bc of course your ER doctor boyfriend is neurotic about these things)

[pittmebabyonemoretime]

Your fake dating Jack Abbot bc u want to make your ex bf jealous at work… he takes it more seriously than you do and wants more. please

anything for you // jack abbot

(a/n: yeah he'd go absolutely insane putting on the performance of his life. also if it ever became illegal to use that first pic of jack for fic headers, i'd be locked up so fast. its just TOO good. this is for my 200 to 2k writing spree, go request something if you haven't already :)

word count: 390

You'd expected Jack to play along for maybe an hour. A hand on the small of your back near the nurses’ station, a quick "yeah, we're seeing each other" if anyone asked. Enough for your ex to see it and feel something.

Jack sat a cup of hot coffee in front of you during a lull. "I don't drink that." you said, staring at it.

"You will today." He didn't even look up from the chart he was signing. "Your ex boyfriend is watching from triage."

You’d realize later you hadn’t asked him to keep track of where your ex was looking. Or to even bring you cups of coffee with a doting smile on his face. You hadn't asked him to do any of it and he kept doing it anyway.

By the second day, he was walking you to your car after a double. By the fourth, he'd started calling you honey in front of the residents, not only casually, but like it was easy. Like it wasn't a bit anymore. 

You brought it up in the stairwell on the walk to your car after a shift. "You're really committing to this." you said, trying to keep it light.

Jack leaned against the rail, arms crossed. "Would it bother you if I said I wasn’t really committing to any bit."

You didn't have an answer ready.

You'd built this whole thing around what you ex would see, what he'd feel, whether he'd finally understand what he lost. But you'd hadn't stopped to think about why you went straight to Jack for this plan. You'd just thought about who would make a great boyfriend and you only saw Jack. You looked at him and thought who wouldn't love to come home to that.

"Jack.."

"You don't have to answer right now." He pushed off the rail, close enough that you had to tilt your head back. "But for the record. I wasn't doing this for your ex. Not since after the first day I agreed to this."

"Then why'd you keep doing it?"

He was quiet before he answered. "Because I like bringing you coffee you don't drink. I like walking you to your car. I like hearing myself call you honey." He smirked and shrugged.  "Fake doesn’t feel like the right word for it.”

"So what happens when he stops watching?" You asked, not bothering to hide your growing smile.

"Nothing changes for me." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, unhurried, like the two of you had all the time in the world. "Question's whether it changes for you."

[soobshi]

cw: smut, reader is getting head from abbot lmao jack abbot, who is absolutely insatiable when it comes to giving you head. the man will eat and eat and eat, not bothered one bit when your thighs clamp around his head, so overwhelmed that you're tugging on his hair and very nearly shoving him away. jack abbot, who loves pleasing you because he likes making you feel good, but also because it makes him feel useful. makes him feel like his body is more than just a body. he's convinced that getting a woman to come from his tongue takes more skill, more perception, more observation and interpretation, and he loves nothing more than being an overachiever. he loves how pliant you get, how breathy your sounds are, how you can never seem to stop your hands from roaming, desperately trying to find something to grab onto, to ground you. jack abbot, who will nudge at your core through your jeans, pressing his nose against the seam, putting just enough pressure and friction there that you're teetering on the edge. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he has absolutely no plans of taking your pants off until you've orgasmed. "you wanna come? yeah? you gonna fucking finish on my face through your pants?"

had a dream about this exchange last night, and woke up with that last sentence on my mind. i am not okay!!

[foxnfreaks]

my regards

SUMMARY: you were not a jealous person. that is until it comes to your very hot boyfriend being ogled at by a new nurse at the pitt. (2.1k words)

CONTAINS: jealousy, established relationship, allusions to smut, like daydreaming about it but nothing actually happens (thinly veiled voyeurism but i feel it's justified)

i was listening to the song by maisie peters (my beloved), and i had to write my king with it

Jack always made sure you felt comfortable in your relationship with him. He made you lunches when he could. He took you out and made you feel like the only girl that ever mattered to him.

That didn’t quite quell your feelings when you saw other women fawn over him.

You hadn’t been possessive before Jack. Maybe it was because you’d had a horrific taste in men in your prior relationships, and no one had really wanted them. But that was the difference with Jack.

You knew your boyfriend was hot. And not just casually hot, the kind that had your heart (and somewhere just a little lower) throb every time you saw him.

It was in his every feature. His hair that you loved to run your hands through was silver with age and had curled in ways that he knew you loved. His eyes, dark and piercing, were enough to make a grown woman melt when they were focused on them. God knew his voice didn’t help too, especially when it got all low and gravelly. Jack’s charm was it’s own thing too; the joking, the winking, the confidence that seemed to emanate from every inch of him.

Maybe part of it was seeing him in uniform. You knew it did things to people. It did things to you. But sometimes you wished it was only you who got to reap the benefits of him in his SWAT uniform, or with his stethoscope around his neck. It was a silly thought you knew, and almost definitely selfish, but it didn’t stop you thinking it.

Especially when you went to visit him at work. You didn’t do it often. Just when you knew he’d gotten to PTMC early, or that he was working a double. You wanted to see him, and it felt even better that he wanted to see you too. And it was always with the promise of you bringing him lunch, for a change, that often ended with you getting food for the entire night shift instead.

It was on one of these nights that you noticed her.

You’d slipped in, handing a meatball sandwich to Dan on security as a bribe before going straight to the nurses station. Lena’s face brightened just a little at the sight of you. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Had to come see my favourite people,” you grinned, leaning against the counter.

“And I’m top of that list, right?” she asked as she looked at you over her glasses.

You reached into your bag, pulling out a chicken and salad sandwich and sliding it across to her. “Oh, of course. Way higher than my boyfriend. Speaking of, where has he gotten to?”

Lena accepted the sandwich with an approving nod, setting it aside only to glance around for Jack with you. “No idea. Can’t be far though.”

You rolled your eyes at her before moving through the Pitt like you belonged there. And you did, honestly. Ever since you and Jack had started dating a whole year and a half ago, you’d come to the Pitt a lot. People recognised you now. Some, mostly Shen when he was around, called you ‘Mrs Abbot’, a title you didn’t have yet but knew it belonged to you. They appreciated the food you brought, even if everyone knew it was just to buy you some peace and quiet with Jack. As long as it kept you coming back and Jack in good spirits, it was all worth it.

You were used to having to search for him. He could be anywhere, doing any number of things, but what remained consistent was that he was always down here. So you weren’t that surprised to see him exiting one of the trauma rooms, like rough and ragged in all the best ways.

What did surprise you was the woman trailing behind him.

She was a little older than you maybe. She was pretty even whilst looking tired. And she was watching Jack like she was trying to strategise how she could eat him up at the soonest availability.

You were about to try and convince yourself that you’d imagined that last part when Crus appeared at your shoulder. “You met the new nurse yet?”

“So that’s who she is,” you muttered, passing him his cheese and tomato sandwich.

He gave you a look that said he knew exactly what you were thinking as he took a bite. “That’s a no then.”

“Jack’s only mentioned her in passing. Said she’s keen.” He had in fact done so. You’d been out shopping for clothes to a family event that had closed in on you too fast when work cropped up, as it often did. You searched for her name in your mind. “Rachel, right?”

Crus nodded, speaking through a mouthful. “Keen is one way of putting it. I’d say she’s obvious, but I think he’s just too blinded by you to notice.”

That helped a little. You knew it to be true. Jack was loyal, almost too loyal in some places, but you loved it about him. It’s part of what made you feel safe in the relationship, knowing that there was always someone who wasn’t halfway out the door with another girl. He made sure there wasn’t a person out there who didn’t know that you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

Except for Rachel, it seemed. Your fingers played with the necklace that had his initials on as you watched, sensing that freshly familiar possessive urge underneath your ribs. No matter how much you trusted him, the jealousy didn’t seem to want to stop.

Jack looked up from his chart, sighing as he went to say something to Rachel. Then he stopped, letting his eyes drift back until they landed on you. It calmed you a little to see how his expression softened, just that little bit, in the way you’d come to know he only did for you. Crus had disappeared because he knew way better than to get between the two of you. A fact Rachel would have to learn when she stepped in your way when you got closer to Jack.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice tight. You would have found it amusing at any other time. But not then. Not when she was in your path.

“I was just going to see my boyfriend.”

“What room is he in?” Rachel said, looking at you as if you were dirt on her shoe. You made a mental note to tell Lena that her new nurse needed some lessons in bedside manners.

Before you could snap back though, Jack stepped forward. “Hey Rachel, she’s here for me.”

You found some sort of strange thrill at the way her head turned to look at him disbelievingly. You were a grown woman, you shouldn’t take pride in the jealousy of others. And yet.

You pushed past Rachel, wrapping your arms around Jack’s middle and pressing a kiss to his neck. Beneath your lips, you could feel his chuckle. “Missed me, have you sweetheart?”

“So much, Jack,” you murmured, pulling back to look him in the eyes innocently. “Brought food for you and the others though.”

“Aren’t you just an angel,” he said amusedly. You knew it wasn’t a question. Late at night, he’d whisper to you that you were sent to guard him, to keep him sane and keep him on earth. “What did you bring me?”

You kissed his cheek and pulled his BLT from your bag. “Your favourite.”

Jack grinned proudly as he set the sandwich aside. “I should really start listening to Dana and marry you. Make you the official Mrs Abbot.”

“I’m ready when you are,” you teased, feeling the warmth settle in your chest at the idea of marrying him. You already had a Pinterest board set aside for when he asked, one that he had seen frequently when he stole your phone. You weren’t rushing though. You knew he’d know when the time was right.

You could feel Rachel’s eyes on your back. There was a heat to her gaze that you didn’t appreciate. Just because she thought Jack was hot didn’t make him hers, and you were determined to prove it to her.

With one quick glance to make sure Jack wasn’t urgently needed, you stood behind him as he started to eat his sandwich. He only hummed as you slipped your arms around his middle and barely batted an eye when you started to kiss his neck. The only sound of vague complaint that came from him started when you sucked a bruise in a place far too prominent.

“Is it my birthday?” he asked, his voice only slightly rough as he swallowed down the food. “Is that why I’m getting this treatment?”

“Maybe,” you hummed, marking along his neck like it was your sole purpose. And finally, you heard a huff beside you as Rachel rushed off.

He let you keep going, just for a minute, before saying, “Honey, I’m at work.”

“And I miss you when you’re here,” you murmured, trying to sound whiny enough that he wouldn’t stop you from your mission.

“Is that so?” Jack said. He sounded just a little amused, but in that way you knew that told you when you were pushing it. “Here I just thought you were jealous.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze indignantly. “I am not jealous.”

He snorted, turning to cup your face in his gentle, calloused hands. “You are. And it’s sweet, baby, but we both know I’m all yours.”

“She didn’t know that though, did she?” you huffed, leaning into his touch like you were starving for it. You knew it wasn’t Jack’s fault that he was abnormally hot, but it didn’t help that sliver of insecurity when he couldn’t shake his admirers off.

Jack sighed. Not in frustration, but understanding. He hadn’t considered how it would look to you, half assuming Rachel’s closeness was a willingness to learn. But he saw it now. He knew that if he reversed it – him coming to see you at work with some boy following you around, acting like you didn’t belong to Jack – he’d feel a little insecure. More than a little, if he was being honest. His thumbs brushed your cheeks as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “’M sorry, baby. I wasn’t paying any attention to her, I promise.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you murmured, expression softening as you basked in his attention. “It’s just… she should know you’re mine.”

He pulled one hand from your face to gesture to the marks on his neck. “Mission accomplished.”

“Not as thoroughly as I want,” you said, rolling your eyes. You’d much rather he could fuck you in front of everyone, just so no one else ever got the same idea as Rachel. Even just him and you and your mouth in an on-call room would have been enough.

But chance would be a fine thing. Before you could even drag him in the direction of somewhere a little more private, Lena was calling Jack towards the ambulance bay. “Fuck,” he cursed beneath his breath, “I gotta go, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you sighed, giving him an understanding smile.

His eyes darted across the ER as the paramedics pulled in the patient, rattling off information at a speed some wouldn’t be able to keep up with. Instead of rushing to their side though, he pulled you in for a kiss. Too deep, too intimate to be something others would see. When he pulled back, you felt Rachel’s eyes on you again. This time though, you knew she wasn’t going to push with him again.

“I’ll see you at home,” he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Only then he rushed away.

You stood there for a moment, feeling the shift from peaceful to hectic like a physical thing. You were used to it really. It didn’t hurt like it did in the beginning, especially because you knew it wasn’t personal. It was just the way the Pitt worked.

Ellis waved you out as you left, taking her usual sandwich from you with a quiet appreciation. The drive home was quiet in the way you liked, especially when you were drifting towards being too tired to drive. When you got home, you headed straight for the bed you shared with Jack with a yawn. And as you were settled and drifting towards sleep, you heard a ping from your phone. Jack was the only person you had notifications on for, so you weren’t surprised to see it was from him. What brought on the reluctantly proud smile to your face was the message itself:

Jack: I like you possessive. I’ll show you how much when I get home.

[thatcorporategirlie]

[foxnfreaks]

my regards

SUMMARY: you were not a jealous person. that is until it comes to your very hot boyfriend being ogled at by a new nurse at the pitt. (2.1k words)

CONTAINS: jealousy, established relationship, allusions to smut, like daydreaming about it but nothing actually happens (thinly veiled voyeurism but i feel it's justified)

i was listening to the song by maisie peters (my beloved), and i had to write my king with it

Jack always made sure you felt comfortable in your relationship with him. He made you lunches when he could. He took you out and made you feel like the only girl that ever mattered to him.

That didn’t quite quell your feelings when you saw other women fawn over him.

You hadn’t been possessive before Jack. Maybe it was because you’d had a horrific taste in men in your prior relationships, and no one had really wanted them. But that was the difference with Jack.

You knew your boyfriend was hot. And not just casually hot, the kind that had your heart (and somewhere just a little lower) throb every time you saw him.

It was in his every feature. His hair that you loved to run your hands through was silver with age and had curled in ways that he knew you loved. His eyes, dark and piercing, were enough to make a grown woman melt when they were focused on them. God knew his voice didn’t help too, especially when it got all low and gravelly. Jack’s charm was it’s own thing too; the joking, the winking, the confidence that seemed to emanate from every inch of him.

Maybe part of it was seeing him in uniform. You knew it did things to people. It did things to you. But sometimes you wished it was only you who got to reap the benefits of him in his SWAT uniform, or with his stethoscope around his neck. It was a silly thought you knew, and almost definitely selfish, but it didn’t stop you thinking it.

Especially when you went to visit him at work. You didn’t do it often. Just when you knew he’d gotten to PTMC early, or that he was working a double. You wanted to see him, and it felt even better that he wanted to see you too. And it was always with the promise of you bringing him lunch, for a change, that often ended with you getting food for the entire night shift instead.

It was on one of these nights that you noticed her.

You’d slipped in, handing a meatball sandwich to Dan on security as a bribe before going straight to the nurses station. Lena’s face brightened just a little at the sight of you. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Had to come see my favourite people,” you grinned, leaning against the counter.

“And I’m top of that list, right?” she asked as she looked at you over her glasses.

You reached into your bag, pulling out a chicken and salad sandwich and sliding it across to her. “Oh, of course. Way higher than my boyfriend. Speaking of, where has he gotten to?”

Lena accepted the sandwich with an approving nod, setting it aside only to glance around for Jack with you. “No idea. Can’t be far though.”

You rolled your eyes at her before moving through the Pitt like you belonged there. And you did, honestly. Ever since you and Jack had started dating a whole year and a half ago, you’d come to the Pitt a lot. People recognised you now. Some, mostly Shen when he was around, called you ‘Mrs Abbot’, a title you didn’t have yet but knew it belonged to you. They appreciated the food you brought, even if everyone knew it was just to buy you some peace and quiet with Jack. As long as it kept you coming back and Jack in good spirits, it was all worth it.

You were used to having to search for him. He could be anywhere, doing any number of things, but what remained consistent was that he was always down here. So you weren’t that surprised to see him exiting one of the trauma rooms, like rough and ragged in all the best ways.

What did surprise you was the woman trailing behind him.

She was a little older than you maybe. She was pretty even whilst looking tired. And she was watching Jack like she was trying to strategise how she could eat him up at the soonest availability.

You were about to try and convince yourself that you’d imagined that last part when Crus appeared at your shoulder. “You met the new nurse yet?”

“So that’s who she is,” you muttered, passing him his cheese and tomato sandwich.

He gave you a look that said he knew exactly what you were thinking as he took a bite. “That’s a no then.”

“Jack’s only mentioned her in passing. Said she’s keen.” He had in fact done so. You’d been out shopping for clothes to a family event that had closed in on you too fast when work cropped up, as it often did. You searched for her name in your mind. “Rachel, right?”

Crus nodded, speaking through a mouthful. “Keen is one way of putting it. I’d say she’s obvious, but I think he’s just too blinded by you to notice.”

That helped a little. You knew it to be true. Jack was loyal, almost too loyal in some places, but you loved it about him. It’s part of what made you feel safe in the relationship, knowing that there was always someone who wasn’t halfway out the door with another girl. He made sure there wasn’t a person out there who didn’t know that you belonged to him and he belonged to you.

Except for Rachel, it seemed. Your fingers played with the necklace that had his initials on as you watched, sensing that freshly familiar possessive urge underneath your ribs. No matter how much you trusted him, the jealousy didn’t seem to want to stop.

Jack looked up from his chart, sighing as he went to say something to Rachel. Then he stopped, letting his eyes drift back until they landed on you. It calmed you a little to see how his expression softened, just that little bit, in the way you’d come to know he only did for you. Crus had disappeared because he knew way better than to get between the two of you. A fact Rachel would have to learn when she stepped in your way when you got closer to Jack.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice tight. You would have found it amusing at any other time. But not then. Not when she was in your path.

“I was just going to see my boyfriend.”

“What room is he in?” Rachel said, looking at you as if you were dirt on her shoe. You made a mental note to tell Lena that her new nurse needed some lessons in bedside manners.

Before you could snap back though, Jack stepped forward. “Hey Rachel, she’s here for me.”

You found some sort of strange thrill at the way her head turned to look at him disbelievingly. You were a grown woman, you shouldn’t take pride in the jealousy of others. And yet.

You pushed past Rachel, wrapping your arms around Jack’s middle and pressing a kiss to his neck. Beneath your lips, you could feel his chuckle. “Missed me, have you sweetheart?”

“So much, Jack,” you murmured, pulling back to look him in the eyes innocently. “Brought food for you and the others though.”

“Aren’t you just an angel,” he said amusedly. You knew it wasn’t a question. Late at night, he’d whisper to you that you were sent to guard him, to keep him sane and keep him on earth. “What did you bring me?”

You kissed his cheek and pulled his BLT from your bag. “Your favourite.”

Jack grinned proudly as he set the sandwich aside. “I should really start listening to Dana and marry you. Make you the official Mrs Abbot.”

“I’m ready when you are,” you teased, feeling the warmth settle in your chest at the idea of marrying him. You already had a Pinterest board set aside for when he asked, one that he had seen frequently when he stole your phone. You weren’t rushing though. You knew he’d know when the time was right.

You could feel Rachel’s eyes on your back. There was a heat to her gaze that you didn’t appreciate. Just because she thought Jack was hot didn’t make him hers, and you were determined to prove it to her.

With one quick glance to make sure Jack wasn’t urgently needed, you stood behind him as he started to eat his sandwich. He only hummed as you slipped your arms around his middle and barely batted an eye when you started to kiss his neck. The only sound of vague complaint that came from him started when you sucked a bruise in a place far too prominent.

“Is it my birthday?” he asked, his voice only slightly rough as he swallowed down the food. “Is that why I’m getting this treatment?”

“Maybe,” you hummed, marking along his neck like it was your sole purpose. And finally, you heard a huff beside you as Rachel rushed off.

He let you keep going, just for a minute, before saying, “Honey, I’m at work.”

“And I miss you when you’re here,” you murmured, trying to sound whiny enough that he wouldn’t stop you from your mission.

“Is that so?” Jack said. He sounded just a little amused, but in that way you knew that told you when you were pushing it. “Here I just thought you were jealous.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze indignantly. “I am not jealous.”

He snorted, turning to cup your face in his gentle, calloused hands. “You are. And it’s sweet, baby, but we both know I’m all yours.”

“She didn’t know that though, did she?” you huffed, leaning into his touch like you were starving for it. You knew it wasn’t Jack’s fault that he was abnormally hot, but it didn’t help that sliver of insecurity when he couldn’t shake his admirers off.

Jack sighed. Not in frustration, but understanding. He hadn’t considered how it would look to you, half assuming Rachel’s closeness was a willingness to learn. But he saw it now. He knew that if he reversed it – him coming to see you at work with some boy following you around, acting like you didn’t belong to Jack – he’d feel a little insecure. More than a little, if he was being honest. His thumbs brushed your cheeks as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “’M sorry, baby. I wasn’t paying any attention to her, I promise.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you murmured, expression softening as you basked in his attention. “It’s just… she should know you’re mine.”

He pulled one hand from your face to gesture to the marks on his neck. “Mission accomplished.”

“Not as thoroughly as I want,” you said, rolling your eyes. You’d much rather he could fuck you in front of everyone, just so no one else ever got the same idea as Rachel. Even just him and you and your mouth in an on-call room would have been enough.

But chance would be a fine thing. Before you could even drag him in the direction of somewhere a little more private, Lena was calling Jack towards the ambulance bay. “Fuck,” he cursed beneath his breath, “I gotta go, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you sighed, giving him an understanding smile.

His eyes darted across the ER as the paramedics pulled in the patient, rattling off information at a speed some wouldn’t be able to keep up with. Instead of rushing to their side though, he pulled you in for a kiss. Too deep, too intimate to be something others would see. When he pulled back, you felt Rachel’s eyes on you again. This time though, you knew she wasn’t going to push with him again.

“I’ll see you at home,” he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Only then he rushed away.

You stood there for a moment, feeling the shift from peaceful to hectic like a physical thing. You were used to it really. It didn’t hurt like it did in the beginning, especially because you knew it wasn’t personal. It was just the way the Pitt worked.

Ellis waved you out as you left, taking her usual sandwich from you with a quiet appreciation. The drive home was quiet in the way you liked, especially when you were drifting towards being too tired to drive. When you got home, you headed straight for the bed you shared with Jack with a yawn. And as you were settled and drifting towards sleep, you heard a ping from your phone. Jack was the only person you had notifications on for, so you weren’t surprised to see it was from him. What brought on the reluctantly proud smile to your face was the message itself:

Jack: I like you possessive. I’ll show you how much when I get home.

[thatcorporategirlie]

[shawnhatosyssilverpubes]

Dating older bf! Jack is so hard! :(

CW: Bratty reader, lowkey possessive/controlling but also dad coded! Jack. Rough dom! Jack, Dacryphilia!

(Ik this is short I just wanted to write something)

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Wdym you have to eat more greens than sweets and fast pack ramen now that he makes food for you everyday?

Wdym you can't speed like a racecar driver anymore since he drives you everywhere?

Wdym he crosses his arms over his chest and makes you fold your laundry instead of tossing it without a thought into your drawers?

Wdym he tells you to go to the bathroom before a movie or car ride, as if you don't know your own body better than he does? (He does.)

Wdym he makes you wash your plushies? Patting your bottom and grumbling about how if you want more then you need to take care of the ones you already have—

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Wdym his touch is so warm and tender that when he says bye in the morning it makes your cunt puffy all day until it hurts?

Wdym he has to stay in the bathroom and help you wash your hair in the tub because he has to 'make sure you don't hurt yourself' but the whole time he's just staring at your nipples

Wdym whenever you whine and complain too much he'll squish your cheeks between his fingers as he fucks into you at a brutal pace "cmon, baby, speak up. You wanna keep talking back? Let the neighbors hear what a fucking brat you are, huh? Go on, talk back sweetheart." as you try to hold back your moans and whines, knowing he'll just be more of a meanie the louder you are.

[danforthfox]

what are your smutty thoughts on sugardaddy! jack 😋😋

Oo! You know I haven’t really thought about this trope with Jack tbh, only Titus.

Let’s say you and Jack meet at work, he was collecting everyone’s orders from the little cafe just a few blocks from the hospital. Shen told him that he could just get it delivered. Jack told him that it wouldn’t hurt to take a short work before clocking in. You greet him as cheerful as you could at almost closing. He is apologising to you for the giant order because their coffee machine broke. You smiled and told him it’s no problem, you would usually cuss a customer out in your head for this kind thing but he was gorgeous so you let it slide.

After the order was done, Jack tipped you around 50% of the orders value. You told him you couldn’t take it personally but he could put in the tip jar. He frowned a little before putting into the jar, thanking you for taking his order 20 minutes before closing.

This became a regular thing, him ordering, tipping you then leaving until he asks for your number. You noticed his wedding ring and sadly declined. He told you that he was married but she passed. You were pretty sure that was line but over the past 2 weeks of him coming in.. it felt real. You wrote it on the cup and give him his order.

You both flirt with each other back and forth, Jack taking you on expensive trips and dates when he has time or days off. You always decline when he asks if you need extra money for rent or food. ‘Let me take care of my girl please, I know she deserves it’ He always spoils you so you decide that he needs to be spoiled as well.

“you do so much for me Jackie, let me take of my man, I know he sure does work so hard”

You’re lying in bed together, as you suck onto his cock. His hand rubbing your ass, spanking it a little making you giggle onto his cock.

After sucking him off, you’re riding him slow and lovingly because you just wanna show him how much you appreciate him and actually love him. When you’re both about to come, you kiss his lips messily whispering that you love him.

“Love you so much Jackie.. fuck..”

“Love you too bunny, so so much.”

After that night, Jack tells you to move in with him, and to quit your job. He has more than enough money to support you both.

I hope this was okay! It wasn’t really that smutty because I honestly believe that that man wouldn’t want anything in return until you told him that you wanted him to be your boyfriend. As he didn’t want to take advantage of your relationship together ❤️

[groovyangelkisses]

coming down the stairs in a string bikini with a lil charm dangling in between your tits. jack is sooooo dad about it, standing from the couch with one arm extended as he walks towards you

“uh uh, no way”

“jaaaack it’s cute!” you whine, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the swell as you stand your ground.

“yeah too fuckin’ cute, i can’t pop a chubby on the beach, baby. please, for my sake, change.” he tries, but you know he wants you to wear it. he just loves the teasing faux argument, riles him up, even.

sauntering out the door with a smile and jack rubs his thumb on the bone at the center of your chest. “so fuckin’ sexy, love you” he relents, a soft whisper and rough kiss to your lips before he pulls back to grab the beach umbrella and your tote.

[dolliepetal]

jack abbot x reader 18+

thinking about waking up with jackie :((

like of course he'd wake up earlier than his pretty girl, little smile on his face as he watches you in your sleep. quietly getting out of bed to bring you tea or juice in bed for when you wake up, just to be greeted with you smiling up at him when he re-enters the room with your drinks.

he couldn’t help himself at the sight of you though :( cock already getting hard from just looking at you n you immediately spotting it with a little giggle (you both sleep naked after all) so he puts your drinks down and gets under the blanket and on top of you. body all warm n his whole weight pushing down on you making you feel all fuzzy.

a slightly pathetic little whine escapes him as he burys his face in your neck and takes in your morning scent, he can’t help it, he loves the way his lil girl smells. your still a lil sleepy n not fully there but understand what he’s doing. cock rubbing against you now fully hard already and you just pathetically grind up against him :(

“‘m already kinda hard…” he whispers into your neck, his breath hot against it.

“mmm can feel it daddy, wanna fuck me?” he continues rutting into you as you answer him with a little smile. can feel that he’s a little embarrassed with how needy he’s being, his face still buried in your neck or moving down to suck n lick your sensitive nipples.

doesn’t even answer you, just pushes his cock inside. slightly selfishly not even bothering to prep you. there’s a side of him that relishes in feeling your wetness grow around him. knowing his cock is the cause as well as you being so tight n warm around him, its heaven. ur always so plaint in the morning anyways, would let daddy get away with anything :(

you being so good for him, lying still and letting him stretch you out. his little whimpers into your neck continue as he buries himself to the hilt. doesn't even bother to pull all the way out n back in, so he ends up just grinding in and out with shallow thrusts. feels so good for ur daddy, n ur just getting wetter n wetter around his thick cock. takes everything in him not to cum before he makes you fall apart first.

[fangirl-dot-com]

After reading your pope and jack fic, I was wondering if you could do one where reader is a student doctor at the Pitt but is married to Pope who in this case could be like..jack’s nephew or smth..and he just gives off such Doberman energy when he comes to pick her up at the end of her shift oh and and you best believe he kind of just stares Robby down cos he knows how mean he can be to his wife in shifts.

Also I think Dana would be such a nice person to pope.

A good husband protects without biting

tags: andrew cody x fem!doctor reader, jack abbot x cousin-in-law!reader, jack and andrew are cousins, doberman energy andrew, guard dog andrew, andrew cody doesn't mess around, mean robby, protective jack, the pitt doesn't think andrew exists, 18+ MDNI

notes: thank you @mei-vis for requesting! I hope I did this ask justice! I chose for jack and andrew to be cousins instead of an uncle/nephew since I believe they look a bit too similar for that familial relationship!, like always if you'd like to be added to my permanent tag list, please comment here! please enjoy!

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The end of your shift couldn’t come soon enough. 

In the span of twelve hours, you’d been doused in bodily fluids twice, hit on by a creepy old drunk who couldn’t keep his hands to himself, passively dismissed by Robby after he deemed you “too slow” for a trauma (when in reality, the med student next to you was the one who wouldn’t hand you the damn tube), and had your lunch stolen when it clearly had your name written on it—four times might you add. 

To top the whole very bad day off, your husband hadn’t responded to the messages you had sent hours ago asking if he’d be back in time to pick you up because the forecast called for rain, and like all bad days had gone, your car basically gave up the ghost the moment you parked it in the employee lot. 

So, you were almost scrub-less, uncomfortable, embarrassed, and so starving you almost thought about paying an insane price for a small Uber-ed meal before you also realized that the app hadn’t saved your information and your card was currently sitting on the kitchen counter. 

Just what you needed. 

The groan, along with the rumbles of your stomach, caused many heads to turn. 

“Is there a stampede in here? Or is your stomach in the process of eating itself,” Dana asked, though her eyes didn’t leave the nurses’ board. 

Your head landed next to the keyboard with a loud thunk. “I think my stomach tried to eat itself a couple of hours ago before realizing that it was completely empty.”

“I saw you brought lunch. Where’d that go?” 

If glares could put someone six feet under, the one you were giving your computer should have imploded it. “Currently being digested in the stomach of a med student.” 

“Good Lord. You poor thing.” 

“Tell me about it. I’d been dreaming of those leftovers since last night!” 

Dana gave you a knowing look. “Did your husband cook it?” 

“Yep.” Your chair squeaked as you leaned back. “And I didn’t even get to enjoy it for the second time. He’s going to be pissed.” 

“Who’s going to be pissed?” Trinity asked, already leaning on the counter like getting closer to you would make the gossip flow over. “Cause if you’re talking about Dr. Robby, that ship sailed around 2:30.” 

You closed your eyes and ran a hand down your face. “Trust me; I already know he’s pissed off at the world. I’ve been on the receiving end of that way too much today.” 

She gave you a sympathetic wince. “I heard about that.” 

“Who hasn’t,” you muttered with a harsh snort. 

That was the other thing that had added to your humiliation. Robby hadn’t just quietly dismissed you or corrected you after the trauma, no, he rather loudly decided to spew his personal thoughts about your work ethic in front of not just your coworkers but also the patient’s family who were there for moral support. Blatant strangers had a front seat to watch your attending rip into you all while it hadn’t even been your fault. 

Just thinking about it brought another heated flush up your neck. 

“To answer your question, her husband’s the one who’s going to be pissed,” Dana filled her in while rewriting a name. “He’s very particular about who gets to eat his food.” 

Another groan rumbled your chest. “Med student didn’t even return the Tupperware. Now he’s going to be extra pissed at that.” 

For a small second, Trinity looked almost nervous. “Will you be okay?” 

Her concern made a small feeling of comfort and pride bloom in your chest. If there was one person you could count on other than your family and Dana, it was Trinity, never hesitating to step in if she even thought someone didn’t feel safe. You shot her a grateful smile. 

“Oh, I’ll be perfectly fine. He’ll be mad sure, but not at me. We’ll just pray that he won’t spot the student that did it.” 

“Amen to that,” Dana muttered. “He’s like your personal guard dog.” 

“Are we going to add that guy who tried to touch your ass earlier?” Trinity teased, and your eyes widened. 

“Definitely.” You nodded along. “Might as well add Robby to it too. My husband isn’t that fond of him already. I just wish he’d respond to my messages.” 

Dana gave you a knowing look. “He at work today?” 

“Yeah. There was a problem with one of the houses a few hours out, and he left before I was even out of bed. Said there was a contract breach, kissed me good morning, and drove off.” 

“That’s oddly sweet,” Trinity added. 

You couldn’t help the fond smile that grew on your face. “Even made my coffee for me. I found it with one of those little post-it notes stuck to it.” 

“Didn’t know he was into doing stuff like that,” Dana said with a small laugh. 

“You know how he is,” you replied. “The man’s love language is acts of service.” 

Trinity smiled. “What does he do for work?” 

Your fingers found the keyboard again while you answered. “He’s a relator and contractor. Usually, he works from home, but like today, he sometimes has to go out and inspect the houses or make sure the paperwork is in order.” 

“Sounds like you got yourself a stay-at-home husband.” 

You couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah. He actually really likes to do the house work. Plus, when I’m home, all I’m doing is sleeping.” Your eyes caught your wedding band. “He’s really good to me. Plus, he’s Jack’s—” 

“Ladies, if we have time to chat, we have time to work,” Robby’s voice interrupted the conversation, loud and on the very edge of condescending. “Especially you, Dr. Cody. Let’s focus on getting patients in and out instead of sitting around, yes?” 

You swallowed down an annoyed sigh, instead choosing to stand up without a word. Hating the way you felt under Robby’s glare almost made you want to put in a two-week notice and move departments. However, emergency medicine was your life; it was the sole reason you met the people who quickly became your family, the reason you met your husband. Your fingers quickly found your wedding band, specially made of the number of diamonds that symbolized how long you and your husband had been dating before he proposed. 

Grabbing another tablet quickly, you forced yourself to hold your head up high as you passed him. Robby wasn’t worth your fear or submission. Plus, it wasn’t like he never talked around; you’d caught him and the hospital’s case manager making small talk way too many times to count. The man was a hypocrite that couldn’t see past his own faults and projected them onto his employees.   

By the time you rounded the corner, and Robby had vacated the station, Trinity leaned in toward Dana a bit more. 

“Is there any way to contact her husband? She mentioned her car died, and it’s raining.” Trinity looked in the direction you had disappeared down. “If I were married and my boss talked to me like that, I’d want my partner to know.”  

Dana had already picked up her personal cell after Trinity’s first question. “Oh, I’ll make sure he knows.” 

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When you exited the patient’s room, you paused a few feet into the hallway, rubbed your eyes, and continued to stare at the nurses’ station. 

Dana being there with Trintiy and Dennis was nothing out of the ordinary. However, the added presence of Jack Abbot and your husband was. You hastily crossed the gap between you and the station, concern etching itself in your eyebrows and lips. 

“Andrew?” you called out. “What are you doing here?” 

At the sound of your voice, Andrew Cody turned his head so rapidly that it added another wave of worry that he might have pulled something. He stayed still, even when you stopped in front of him, as your hands gently ran up his arms and stopped at his face all while the small group watched on with small smiles (from Jack and Dana) and genuine curiosity (from Dennis and Trinity). 

“You’re supposed to be in Altoona right now. Did you get hurt?” you questioned when your eyes couldn’t find any visible injuries. 

He stayed silent while his hands quietly found yours, fingers threading between the gaps and holding you steady. 

“I’m fine,” he finally said, hazel eyes boring into yours. “Just missed you.” 

A relieved exhale escaped from your lips. “Thank goodness. I was worried there for a second.”  

His crooked teeth poked through a smile. “I could tell.” 

You softly pushed him before taking his hands again. “Shut up. You went hours without responding and just show up at the end of my shift. God forbid I’m concerned for my husband.” 

“See, man, I told you she’d do this,” Jack grumbled, patting Andrew slightly on the shoulder. 

“Um, not to interrupt, but did Dr. Cody marry someone who looks exactly like Dr. Abbot?” Dennis squeaked out a question, obviously trying not to step over a boundary. 

But like a sister, Trinity nudged him harshly with her elbow. “Use your brain, Huckleberry. It’s obvious they’re related somehow.” 

The two continued looking between the Pitt’s night shift attending and your husband who looked like Jack if he were ten years younger. 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you early, Trinity,” you said. “My husband is Jack’s cousin on their moms's side. Andrew, this is Dennis and Trinity.” 

Andrew didn’t reach out to give them a handshake, but the appreciated nod he gave them was somehow enough. “She talks about you two a lot.” 

Trinity looked smug by the news. “All good things I hope.” 

“Definitely,” he answered. “I can tell she likes working with you two.” 

“Which is more than he can say about Robby,” Dana muttered. 

The change in Andrew, just by mentioning Robby, was so visceral that Trinity and Dennis were both shocked. 

In the few moments, the two could see how soft this hunking-fridge-of-a-man was for you. They saw it in the way he was quick to hunch over slightly when you looked him over with worry. They noticed it in the way he held onto you when he reassured you that he was only there for her and not because he had gotten hurt. They noted the way his soft smile was only for you and not even for when his cousin jested with him. 

Dana’s words from earlier rang in Trinity’s mind as she watched Andrew’s muscles tense beneath his polo. 

He’s like your personal guard dog.

Andrew shifted his weight, shoulders now seemingly broader than they had been. “Did something happen today?” 

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “It was nothing. He’s just being Robby.” 

Surprisingly, Andrew’s eyes flitted over to Trinity like he knew she’d tell him exactly what he wanted to know. “What’d he do?” 

Trinity looked at you once, and when you looked toward the floor, she answered. “He blamed her for a med student’s slow pace. Practically yelled at and belittled her in front of the other doctors in the trauma room and the patient’s family.” 

Even Jack couldn’t hold back the wince splashing across his face at the news, mind already knowing that in five seconds, his cousin might be on a war path for his friend. However, all Andrew seemed to do was take in a deep breath and hold onto your hands like a tether. 

“All right,” he finally said, body still tense. “Okay. Anything else I should know?”

“Someone took her lunch,” Dana added, drawing your eyes from the floor to her, hues flooding with betrayal. 

Et tu, brute? 

“Dana,” you hissed. 

Andrew’s grip on your hands tightened. 

In an almost attempt to throw more gas onto an already raging fire, Trinity ended with, “And she had a patient try to grope her earlier this morning.” 

Andrew’s eyes closed slowly like he was bracing for a fit of rage to overtake his senses, his mind already racing with the fact that you probably hadn’t eaten, because when he stopped by the house to change, he saw your forgotten card. Add in you almost getting assaulted, and he was one wrongly pulled Jenga block from collapsing. 

You closed your eyes and braced for impact, already feeling the brunt of the day push down on you. They only fluttered open when Andrew didn’t move, his chest the only thing heaving in an out and in motion. Somehow, that didn’t ease the queasy feeling bubbling beneath your skin. And at that moment, Robby decided to round the corner. Like most men, you guessed that he hadn’t picked up on the tension cloud that was currently circling around the station and—more importantly—Andrew’s head. 

When Robby walked into his field of view, you swear you saw the lovely hazel of his eyes darken. It should have scared you how quickly Andrew could go from your sweet and doting husband to a very possessive animal, but instead, the change had you relaxing and relieved. If there was someone you could count on for anything no matter what, that person would always be Andrew. 

And maybe (finally) Robby sensed enough tension, because his body went stiff after he looked up from the tablet in his hands and met Andrew’s eyes. 

Trinity and Dennis really thought that your husband was going to stalk over there, throw a punch, menacingly bark curse words and insults at Robby (a man who had a few good inches to tower over Andrew), and walk back over like nothing happened. But when he stayed put, only giving a beady stare that never wavered, they realized that he didn’t even have to talk to Robby or punch him for his words to get across. 

They knew that Andrew was making Robby uncomfortable by the way Robby shifted, the way he broke eye contact first, and the way he left the station looking like a dog with a tail between its legs.  

Jack let out a low whistle. “Damn, that never gets old.” 

Dana smirked. “He ever use that on you?” 

“All the fucking time.” Jack scoffed. “Do you know how many family gatherings I spent trying to get away from those eyes.” 

“We have the same eyes, asshole,” Andrew grumbled. 

“But yours are scary as hell,” Jack shot back. “Might be a good time to say that my night shift needs another resident.” 

“Fuck no,” Trinity instantly said. “You can’t have her, or we’d be left with him.” 

Dennis nodded. “I’m in full agreement.” 

Jack looked over at you expectantly but visibly deflated at the apologetic look you were giving him. 

“Sorry, Jack, but I enjoy getting to spend my evenings at home.” You paused and smirked. “I know Samira’s been looking for a change of scenery if you want to ask her.” 

The small crowd couldn’t help but smile or chuckle at the now vivid flush across Jack’s face as he tried to sputter out an answer. 

“All right, get out of here kids before it looks like you’re staging a mutiny,” Dana said with a wave of her hands. 

“Aye, aye, captain,” Trinity responded with a salute of her own. 

Andrew grinned widely, finally showing the smile around more people than just you. “If we’re turning into pirates, Jack already has the missing-leg thing down.” 

“Hey!” 

You giggled loudly while Andrew wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his side. Your hand gently rested against his chest as you hugged him back. He felt your body melt into his after he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. 

“Ready to go home?” he quietly muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “Dana already gave me your bag.” 

“Yeah,” you breathily sighed. “Let’s go before a trauma comes in, and I’m stuck in here until I wither away. 

Andrew hummed. “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

“Absolutely not. I still want to have leftovers at least one more time before I’m buried. And this time, I’m putting a padlock on the container.” 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

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[midnightsunkissd]

Luck girl with the hot doctor!

Jack Abbot x drunk!reader

cw: fluff

Your friends warned you that fifth margarita wasn’t a good idea. But drinks were flowing and if you hadn’t taken it, you would’ve been texting your ex tonight.

Now, texting your ex didn’t seem so bad compared to being in a hospital with a swollen ass ankle. The strobing, white lights blinded you even when you closed your eyes. Meanwhile your friends couldn’t stop laughing.

“Alright! I hear we got a twisted ankle.”

The curtain pulled back and the most handsome man you’ve ever seen was revealed to you. Salt and pepper hair and the biceps that were basically bursting out his shirt. He had a very professional look on his face that made him even hotter.

“Super twisted.” You slurred, still holding intense eye contact. Your friends were giggling even harder now. One of them even said,

“You got the hot doctor! No fair!” Jack smirked, he dealt with drunk girls all the time, nothing new.

“Alright, well, I’m dr. Abbot,” he gently shook your hand. “I’m gonna take a look at your ankle now. Could you tell me how you injured it?” He asked softly.

You were melting like butter. Alcohol mixed with butterflies wasn’t a good combination.

“Mmmh. Between the margaritas and my heels… I was dooooomed from the start.” Jack chuckled as he kept prodding around your foot. “Ouch!” You hissed, trying to retract your leg from his grasp. It didn’t work, though, he kept you in place with ease.

“Good news. No fractures or breaks. But you definitely need to ice it and I’ll wrap it up for you, alright?” You nodded, holding eye contact until he pulled away.

You got your foot wrapped up by a doctor Shen and opted to spend the night here so you could sober up a little. By morning, you and your friends (who desperately needed water and ivs) were getting ready to leave.

Your attraction to Jack didn’t go unnoticed by… anyone really. You were trying to play it cool though. While you filled out some release forms, you snatched a sticky note from a pad that was lying around and jotted down your number.

You didn’t see Dr. Abbot anywhere around, so you waited by the front until he popped up. “Dr. Abbot!” You called out, starting to hobble towards him.

Like a gentleman, he met you halfway so you didn’t accidentally fall on your face. “You on your way, sweetheart?” The nickname had you ready to twist your other ankle.

“I just wanted to give you this. A thank you for taking care of me.” You pressed the sticky noted into his larger hand. He smelt so good, like some kind of manly cologne you knew nothing about, but wanted to learn quick.

“Oh, your phone number. Didn’t know you felt that way.” You nodded shyly.

“Call me sometime.” You smiled. “Bye, Dr. Abbot.” You turned on your good heel to walk away, feeling very confident in what you just did.

Robby popped up behind Jack. “You always attract the youngers one, brother.”

Jack barked out a laugh. “They attract me too. Especially that one.” He said, pocketing your number.

@nerdlover123

[writing-my-inside-thoughts]

Same Time Tomorrow

Synopsis: When Andrew breaks up with you, you do what you know best. Self destruct. But will he let you?

Pairing: Andrew Cody x reader/you, no use of y/n

TWs: Mentions of drinking, brief mention of drugs, toxic reader, borderline stalker Andrew

Word count: 1,051

You tip your head back, mind swimming pleasantly from the tequila shots you definitely didn't buy, bass thumping in your chest. The crown of your hair brushes someone's chest while their arms wind around your waist, pushing their hips into your ass. You bite back a smile but don't bother turning around. They can remain a faceless extra. They're not why you're here.

With your eyes shut, you can almost forget that you're alone in this club in your tightest, shortest mini dress. Begging for attention, you can practically hear Andrew's voice in your ear. It only spurs you on. Your arm reaches behind you to anchor on the back of your mystery man's neck for balance. These stilettos aren't doing your alcohol induced lack of coordination any favors.

It's been three months since Andrew broke up with you, practically out of nowhere. No, that's not true. Smurf had learned of your existence and pressured him into inviting you over for dinner. At first, you'd been happy. He'd kept you so separate from them that you were starting to get a complex that he was ashamed of you in some way. Maybe you were too young, not pretty enough, not edgy enough...

But once you got there and saw the shark-like grin, the dead eyed stare-- you knew. He was protecting you. Sure, you'd heard some stories about her, Baz, Julia. But nothing could've prepared you for being there in the flesh.

So beautiful, she'd practically purred. I can see why he hid you from his brothers.

But it didn't feel like a compliment. It felt like a thinly veiled threat.

After that night, he was harder to reach. Missing calls where before he'd only let it ring once before answering. Taking hours to text back. Suddenly getting busy. You were no stranger to getting blown off. It didn't make the ache in your chest hurt any less though.

No one had been devoted to you like Andrew had. So reliable. So protective. You knew he'd die for you, kill for you-- though you'd never ask him to. But now he couldn't even fucking talk to you.

Just... over it, he'd said. Like you were a trend that had passed. A hobby he'd grown bored of. Maybe you would have put up a fight if his expression hadn't been as frigid as the Pacific in January. How could you argue with him when he looked through you like some sort of stranger? The love that used to live there was gone. There was no convincing him otherwise.

Someone healthier would've coped. Gone to therapy or the gym or gotten a new haircut. But you? You were barely surviving when you met Andrew. He was a fire hose in a drought and you were ready to drink him down until you drowned. And now? Now, you had to find other vices to fill your time.

Drinking, smoking, walking down alleys at night, following strange men's invitations to their apartments or bathrooms... anything to quiet the flayed nerves where your heart used to be.

It started out destructive. You truly didn't care if any given night was your last. Maybe a part of you knew. Certainly, a part of you hoped.

The man behind you puts his chapped lips on your neck, sloppily licking the sweat kissed skin behind your ear. You tense, enjoying this much less than the dancing. You go to step forward, but his fingers dig into your hip, bordering on painful.

"Just relax," he whispers in your ear. His breath smells like stale beer and cigarettes. This isn't fun anymore.

Before there's a chance for your body to feel the fear that should be coming, cool air hits your back from his absence. Your hair gently billows around your cheeks from the force of it. A quiet knowing joins the warmth of liquor in your veins. Finally. You turn to meet the hazel eyes you look for in every room.

The guy has already fucked off, probably long gone after having the shit scared out of him by whatever Andrew said. Except, it's not Andrew, is it? No, the scowl he wears and heave of his shoulders tell you that he's Pope tonight.

You haven't seen Andrew for a while.

He says nothing. Just glares at you the same way he's been doing since you got to the club. At this point, you're used to the feeling of his eyes on you. It's comforting, even. But you prefer it up close, when you can distinguish the specks of green from the swirls of gold in his irises.

Without a word, you head for the door and slip out onto the quiet street. The music behind you gets quieter with every step, punctuated only by the echo of your heels. It must be after midnight, given how dead the surrounding area is. You wouldn't know. You let your phone die hours ago.

Goosebumps rise on your bare arms from the ocean breeze. The weight of his jacket settles over you and you greedily inhale his scent from it, absorbing his warmth. When it's late and you're drunk, you can almost pretend you're still together. Can almost convince yourself that he follows you because he still loves you and not just because he feels guilty.

He doesn't walk beside you. He never does, opting to trail a few feet away as he follows you. Either way, no one fucks with you the whole walk home. You don't need to worry when he's around. He's made sure of it.

When you get to your front door, you hand him his jacket and fumble with the keys in your hand.

"Want to come in?" You always offer. Maybe one day he'll be weak enough to accept.

"You can't keep doing this," he grits out, jaw tense. Sharp enough to cut glass.

"Doing what?" You ask with the doe eyes you know he can't resist. He roughly exhales and looks away. "See you tomorrow. Pope."

He flinches at the use of his nickname but stays on your front porch until he hears the deadbolt click. A cigarette between his teeth, he stands under the moon and wonders how much longer you'll torture him like this. He hates himself for knowing he'd let you forever.

[glitter-abbot]

Jack x f!reader

just a date

a date with Jack, your tinder date, when you're definitely just going to be in Pittsburgh for a few days

content: NSFW/mdni ⊹ vague smut ⊹ reader barely described/ no use of y/n

1.2k words

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You’re only supposed to be in town for a week. Clean out the house from that relative you never even met, hopefully sell some of it, and be on your way.

Pittsburgh isn’t really like what you’re used to, and it’s lonely since you’re working alone in the house all day, boxing things up and posting things on marketplace and making runs to the thrift store.

You open up tinder, you were always going to, and change your settings to short term fun and swipe right on the ones who look nice.

And hot.

Jack, 50, has a selfie that is endearingly awkward and a photo of himself in uniform that is unreasonably hot and a photo of himself in profile on some rooftop, a sunrise behind him and some buildings that you think you recognize from the city skyline.

He texts you back at weird times, and has a crazy schedule, but he asks to take you out to drinks in the early afternoon. He knows a place.

You spot him as soon as you walk in the bar, it’s empty enough since it’s four pm, and he looks over and you can watch his eyes drag up and down your body, lingering for just a moment too long for any real propriety, and then he smirks. 

“Hi,” he says as he rises to his feet, and offers you a hand to shake, and you go in for a hug instead because a handshake is too impersonal and professional for a guy that you’re hoping to invite back to your bed in an hour or two.

You both order weak drinks, and chat about tv and college towns and the drinking games you’d played, and when your ice is melty and you’re just stirring it with a straw, you look down at it when you ask if he wants to leave with you.

“Hell yeah,” he replies and reaches a hand out to squeeze the top of your thigh. “Let me get the tab–”

“I can get it.”

He scoffs and pulls out two crisp twenties from his billfold, and the worst part is that it requires him to take his hand away from your leg. “A pretty girl like you? No way.”

You’re only a few blocks away, and you suggest a walk but sighs and looks down at his leg. “Mind if I drive us?”

His profile had that bit of info– a photo of himself in shorts, arm slung around some mostly-cropped-out buddy, with a carbon fiber prosthesis ending in a hiking boot. 

Getting into a stranger’s car is dumb as hell but you don’t want to be anywhere else so you slide into his passenger seat. It’s a tall Jeep, more beat up than you would have guessed, and you look around at the fairly bare-bones interior.

“I head out to the mountains on my nights off. You could come too,” he offers as he drives.

You’re not staying, though, so you shrug even though the idea of the two of you on a blanket under the bright stars is too sweet to think about too hard.

Jack parallel parks outside the house smoothly, and it shouldn’t be hot but it is, and before he even gets out he turns to you and reaches over to put his hand on your chin and pull you in. “Still want me to come in?” He asks, a whisper away. “I can just drop you off.”

You shake your head back and forth desperately. “Kiss me.”

He does, his other hand sliding around to your ribs to keep you in place. With the console and the molded seats it’s awkward, but he groans against your lips and you couldn’t care less where you are, couldn’t care less about the seatbelt buckle digging into your thigh. When his grip moves forward towards your bra you sigh and pull back.

“Sorry-” he says quickly, his eyes dark as he looks at you. You can’t see a speck of apology on his face, just pure lust.

“No, no, I want– just. There’s a perfectly good bed like. Thirty feet away. Think you can make it that far?”

Jack nods slowly, thinking, and then surges forward to kiss you again, and you eagerly open your lips for him even though you’d just suggested getting a move on.

“Sorry,” he says, his fingers skimming over his lips as he looks at you when he tears himself away. “Just to tide myself over.”

You feel your legs clench together at that, a heat going all the way down your core at the idea that he needed more before just the quick walk in, and you have to force your shaking hands to reach out for the door handle.

“C’mon.”

He gets one arm around your waist as you walk up to the door and fumble with your keys, and you drop your bag on the floor inside.

“Can I-” Jack asks, and you don’t even know what he’s asking you just reply yes.

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You cling to Jack in a post-orgasm haze as the room dims with the sun going down.

“I have to get going,” Jack murmurs with regret as he rubs his thumb over your upper arm. “I’ve got work.”

“Now?” You pout at him.

He nods solemnly. “Night shift. But I can–”

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He looks around at the room you’re in– probably a guest room, it’s got a queen bed and piles of things you’d halfway sorted through. You’d navigated through the living room, with its stacked up boxes and furniture, so it’s not like you could have really hidden the state of this house, of your life. “I can come by and help with… whatever you’ve got going on here, too.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” He smiles at you as he pushes himself up to a seat and reaches over to the makeshift nightstand– stacked milk crates– where he’d leaned his prosthesis. “You’re cleaning out the house, looks like?”

“Yeah. I inherited it. New in town, like I said.”

“This place will look good with a coat of paint, you know. I can help fix it up, too.”

You find yourself nodding. You can stand to start working here, stand to be the kind of person who meets Jack at bars in the early afternoons and drives out to the mountains to look at the stars on clear nights.

“You could come back when you’re done tonight,” you offer softly as you sit up as well. And then he’s right there so you might as well and you kiss him again. 

His hand is cupped around the back of your neck when he breaks away, breathing hard. “It’ll be early.”

“I can be up. You can come crash here.” It’s a stupid offer– he’s about to go work for hours, he should definitely go back to his own place– and you open your mouth to retract the idea.

“Sure. Say… seven thirty? I can pick up breakfast.”

You nod  as he gets up and starts searching for his clothes. He grumbles that he’ll just have to change again at the hospital, out of these tight jeans and henley that he’d worn for the date and into scrubs, but you’re just enjoying the show as he bends over to pick up his shirt and you get a look at his ass again. 

“I’ll see you,” he says, and leans down to kiss you good-bye. Still naked, covered just by a sheet, you lean up to peck his lips gently in a way that doesn’t feel casual at all.

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Gossip…Boy? - jack abbot x reader

Pairings: jack abbot x resident!reader

Summary: After finding out a certain attending likes to gossip, you find yourself having a very unexpected Fourth of July shift.

Warnings: none really; TONS of fluff, age-gap, pre-relationship, mentions of injuries, mentions of PTSD, gossip!jack, & medical inaccuracies.

Word Count: 4k+

Author’s Note: my fourth of july fic is here !! so excited to introduce ya’ll to gossip jack !! i hope you guys enjoy !! <3

Jack Abbot is a lot of things; strong, intelligent, well-liked, level-headed, quick to react, reliable and good at his job. If you knew him well enough you’d find he’s pretty funny despite his dry sense of humor, very down to earth and has quite the sweet tooth. One thing you absolutely wouldn’t expect by just looking at him was his love for gossip.

With his sharp jawline and casually neutral face—grumpy in a way that was unfairly handsome—chin donned with grey stubble and hair to match. Sharp eyes that noticed everything. He’s an ex-army man with a night shift attending badge clipped to his pants pocket who only drinks his coffee black—he survived losing half his leg, and yet—Jack enjoyed using all of that to his advantage.

Any newcomer at the Pitt was quickly intimidated by him—almost choked to death anytime Robby or Dana, hell; even if Shen or Ellis picked on him or called him old. Desperately looking for a patient to tend to before they saw one of their coworkers die or get scolded. But it never came, just a small twitch at the corner of his lips that was quickly so uniquely Jack.

So no, looking at Jack you’d assume he probably kept to himself—and for the most part he did. But once you got to know him a little? It wouldn’t be long before the truth came out;

Jack Abbot is a big fat gossip.

He never started the conversations, he’d wait until someone else did and just…effortlessly slide himself right into them. But you could always tell when he’d heard something new.

Like now, as you’re walking in next to him for your shift; he’s practically vibrating. An extra bounce in his step, his hands closing and unclasping at his sides. He’s shifting on his feet way more than he usually does; and he keeps crossing and uncrossing his arms.

You try your best to keep your eyes on the board—an ever growing list of patients above you. You try to ignore him, try to start your shift and at least make an attempt to head towards your first patient; but when he leans against the counter with a rather obnoxious exhale through his nose and scratches at his scruff—you finally break.

“Alright Gossip Girl, what is it?”, You ask, crossing your own arms and lifting a brow.

Jack practically shoots off the counter, straightening up and stepping closer to you. He looks around once before speaking.

“Robby and Noelle are hooking up.”

He says it with both brows raised and eyes so wide you swear they’d pop out at any second.

Your mouth falls open before you can stop it; “SHUT UP—“

Eyes from every direction flick towards you, your reaction a little louder than you wanted it to be.

“Jesus kid-“, Jack shushes you quietly; nervously looking around before he gently pulls you into the empty break room.

His hand is still on your elbow when you speak up. You force the acknowledgement at the way your skin burns perfectly at his touch to the back of your mind; store it away for later.

“Robby and Noelle!?”

He nods; “Mhm.”

“How?? When?? Robby??”, All your questions tumble out at once.

Jack shrugs, slipping his hands in his scrub pockets; “Don’t know for sure, long enough that it set McKay’s alarm bells off.”

“…Oh this is too good”, You say, eyes focused on the floor as you comb through every thought that’s now popping into your head.

“It gets better”, Jack says, leaning closer; “Dana said Noelle told her Robby sleeps with the tv on.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Then opens again. The smug smirk on Jack’s face does nothing to help you. Neither does the scrunch of your nose when you realize what you’re really hearing.

“That’s way more than I needed to know about Robby”, You say.

Jack grunts something close to a laugh; “You’d be surprised.”

“Wait”, You tilt your head; “Wouldn’t you already know that about him?”

Jack’s smirk deepens; “Well yeah, but”, He leans even closer; “How would she know that?”

The information hits you again, your brain swirling at a speed that’s too fast for before coffee.

“Oh my god”, You breathe.

Jack laughs across from you, actually laughs. You force yourself to ignore what that does to your heart.

“I don’t think I can even look at him now”, You say, “I’d laugh in his face, it’s too good. I’d-“

Jack’s hand on your shoulder stops you; “Woah, kid. Don’t go spiraling on me now.”

“I’m not…it’s just so?-“

“Strange? Weird? Bordering on haunting?”

“Well, yeah!”, You say, hands flying in the air.

Jack laughs again, you ignore what it does to your heart; again.

“Careful kid”, He says, leaning in way too close; “Gotta work on your poker face or I won’t be able to share with my favorite resident.”

Favorite resident.

Your heart does a somersault and the air leaves your lungs; heat rising to your cheeks.

His hand on your lower back lingers for a moment before he pulls away, leaving your skin cold and missing the contact.

“Cmon, gotta get back out there before Dana threatens to put us all in triage”, He says, that crooked smirk playing at his lips.

It stays there as you watch him push the break room door open with his shoulder, disappearing back into the noisy hum of the ED; leaving you standing there with your mouth parted and your heart beating way too fast to be close to normal.

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Three hours and too many patient charts later, you finally get a moment to sit down and let your feet rest. You take a drink of your water, crack your back once and lean back in your chair; letting your eyes close and hoping you get at least a few minutes.

That dream is quickly wrecked within seconds.

You feel him before you see him, not even having to open your eyes to know who’s standing next to you—the shadow of his strong frame blocking out the blaring fluorescent lights above you. The heat you can always feel radiating off of him. Warmth you so desperately want to sink into, wrap your arms around him and nose into his neck. You briefly wonder if his cologne would smell stronger against his skin like that, or if there’d be something you’d learn to be so uniquely and purely him.

You sigh, snapping yourself out of it. Eyes still closed as you cling to the last remaining bit of peace you’ll get before he speaks and resumes his mission to annoy you as much as he can. Not that you mind in the least bit.

“What Jack?”, You breathe, fighting the smile that’s trying so hard to creep onto your lips.

“How’d you know it was me?”, You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You reek of antiseptic and annoyance.”

A noise escapes him next to you, something between a laugh and a sound of disbelief.

“Oh so you know what I specifically smell like?”, He juts.

You feel your face heat up immediately, air leaving your nose. You fumble to keep yourself composed, a string of muttered words leaving your mouth.

You peek your eyes open, peering up at a way too smug Jack. Enjoying how flustered he’s made you. His strong arms crossed over his chest; biceps bulging under his too tight scrub top. Freckles decorating his skin all the way up his arms; grey curls looking unfairly good and framing his face in a way that should be illegal—

“What do you want, Jack?”, You feign annoyance.

“What makes you think I want something?”, His answer comes from pursed lips.

“You’re hovering.”

“I’m standing.”

“You have a look on your face”, You throw back.

“My face always looks like this.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Hey—“, His mouth opens, but you cut him off.

“Jack.”

“Hm?”

“What”, you sigh; “Do you want?”

His mouth is crooked in the way it gets when he’s trying to hide a smile or the fact that he’s amused; but it always gives him away. You know that look and all of his looks too well by now. Unconsciously memorized and stored away for later with all the other information you’ve filed away about him. Normal, completely casual.

It certainly has absolutely nothing to do with whatever feelings flutter to life inside your chest and set your very being alight each time you seem him. That certainly wasn’t the case, even now; when he’s standing so close you can smell his cologne and something underneath it that’s just uniquely Jack—

You snap yourself out of it before the heat climbing up your neck once again can reach your face. Forcing yourself to stay calm—steady.

Jack, who hasn’t moved from where he’s standing; that ridiculously and frustratingly adorable crooked smirk still on his face—takes a step closer to you.

“Did you know Shen has a secret supply of free drink vouchers from Dunkin?”, Jack says.

You roll your eyes; “Did you know you and Robby have matching tattoos?”

Jack falters for a moment, mouth falling open before heat pinkens the tips of his ears; “We do not!”

You shoot him a smirk, grabbing your drink and rising to your feet to walk around him. He’s following you half a stride later.

“W-Where did you even hear that?”, He gawks.

You shrug; “I’ve got my own sources.”

A second later he’s in front of you, arms up in defense as he shakes his head; eyes closing for a moment; “Woah. Woah—I—ok, you’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

“How’s it feel?”, You muse.

You watch as his tongue peeks out to lick his bottom lip, a crooked twitch of his mouth as he rubs at the back of his neck; “You’re mean, kid.”

“And you’re a gossip”, You shoot back.

Jack pushes his hands into his pockets; “I might be.”

You can’t help rolling your eyes again; “Why would you even care if Shen’s was true? You hate Dunkin.”

“I’m nosey”, He shrugs.

“You’re something.”

But that only makes Jack’s smirk grow wider, twitching again in the way that sets your heart ablaze. God, he was gonna be the death of you.

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A few weeks later, you’re strolling into the hustle and bustle of the ED for another shift. Bracing yourself for the incoming influx of patients from the holiday. The Fourth of July was always busy with firework accidents and heat stroke—among other injuries you didn’t even want to ask about.

You hoped it would at least be relatively smooth—close enough to a regular shift; that unfortunately would soon become the furthest from the truth.

You slid up next to Robby with a few patients, following Dana’s directions; having opted to come in a little early to help out day shift. The ED was already busy, already bustling with patients of all different kinds. McKay had a firework injury, Santos had a nun with gonorrhea in her eye that she deemed an “immaculate infection.” Donnie had a priaprism, Mel and Langdon had set up a cool room and Javadi was helping a girl with glue in her eye. Not to mention the fact that a baby had been found in triage and was now being lovingly referred to as baby Jane Doe. Never a dull moment.

As if the shift couldn’t get any crazier—an hour later the ambulance bay doors opened and who came rushing through with a gurney but Jack Abbot. A Jack Abbot in uniform, nonetheless.

Camo fatigues hugged his body close, sweat already peaking through the fabric. Damp hair matched as he called out to Robby. SWAT team rushing in behind him. You can’t help but stare.

“Intubated neck wound, stats not great. Is there a trauma room open?”, Jack calls out.

You’re quick to snap yourself out of it—joining him at the other side of the gurney, rushing along side him; “What’s the story?”

“My buddy Hiro, neck trauma. Warehouse robbery gone wrong”, Jack fills you in.

He doesn’t say much after that, setting up immediately once inside the trauma room. You can see he’s tense by his shoulders and jaw—worried for his friend. You jump into the chaos, helping any way you can.

“Did you intubate?”, Trinity asks, working alongside you.

“Yeah”, Jack says, not looking up; “Under active fire.”

You don’t miss the way he looks back over his shoulder, eyes flicking down as if looking for something that isn’t yet visible—or the way he winces when he rolls his shoulders.

“That’s badass”, Santos says, smiling to herself as she assists Robby.

You on the other hand; only have worry clinging to the back of your neck—hairs standing on end as you look at Jack.

It doesn’t take long for all the hands working on Hiro to get him stabilized enough to send him up to surgery. The room clears out, leaving Jack and Robby the last two lingering inside. You’re pulled into another case before you can get to Jack, forcing your worry down for later.

When you finally get a moment, Jack is nowhere to be found. The ED settling back into its regular busy hustle before SWAT had rolled in. You pick up another chart, going to check on one of your patients. What you find however when you pull the curtain back isn’t a patient—but rather the man you’ve been looking for the past few hours.

Jack Abbot stands shirtless, back to you with a very visible bruise forming on the back of his left shoulder. He turns at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, glancing around the room.

“Oh! I—sorry!”, You blurt out, cheeks heating up; “I was looking for my patient.”

Jack continues moving, sitting down on the exam bed—sliding the tray of sterilized tools he’d already set up towards him. He sets his black tee down on his lap, maneuvering the supplies.

“No patient here”, He says; “Room was empty when I got here.”

You furrow your brows, but push the thought to the back of your mind. All you can focus on is Jack—the injured Jack sitting in front of you.

“Shit, Jack”, You say, mind rushing back to the present; “You’re hurt, what happened?”

You’re already reaching for the glove dispenser on the wall, making your way around him as he reaches for his back with a swab—failing to reach far enough.

“Bullet grazed my vest”, He says, waving a hand.

“You got SHOT?”, You blurt.

“Shot at”, He says, brows raised with a shrug; “Anyways, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

But you do worry about him; more than he knows.

You ignore his words, taking the swab from his outstretched hand and gently clean the wound on his shoulder.

“Thank you”, He sighs, voice going soft.

You can’t help the smile that breaks onto your lips, soft and gentle just for him; “Anytime.”

Knowing he’s ok and safe, your mind drifts now—focusing more on the fact that he’s sitting shirtless in front of you. Thick and strong body built and freckled; just enough healthy fat around his mid-section that it settles over his belt when he sits down. Broad shoulders that stretch each scrub top he owns. You want to explore them, connect all the freckles that etch his skin—press kisses to the paleness of him.

You feel yourself bite your bottom lip, willing the heat returning to your cheeks to climb back down. To act normal.

“You ok?”, Jack asks, noticing your quietness.

“Yup, perfect”, You say.

You don’t see his quirked brow, and whatever he’s thinking—he keeps to himself. Shuffling to grab his t-shirt off his lap when you finish patching him up.

“Thanks for keeping this off the books”, He says, offering you a crooked smirk.

You nod, bottom lip still between your teeth; “Sure.”

He eyes you suspiciously when you don’t move, even after his shirt is pulled back on; “You sure you’re ok, kid?”

“Yeah!”, You answer to quickly; “I better go see if Dana needs anything, uh…I’ll see you later? For your shift?”

Jack huffs a laugh; “Yeah, see you there crawler.”

With that you spin on your feet, rushing out of the room; leaving a smiling and curious Jack behind.

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You find yourself at the hub, hiding your face in your hands—elbows resting against the top of the counter.

“What’s got you so flustered?”, Santos asks, looking up from her charting beside you.

You groan; “I don’t even know if I can say.”

Princess perks up on the other side of you; “Ok, now we need to know.”

You groan again, looking around you once to make sure no one else can hear. Thankfully spotting Jack leaving through the ambulance bay doors.

Santos follows your line of sight; “Something happen with Dr. Abbot?”

You push your face back into your hands; “God. What didn’t happen.”

Both of them eye you with quirked brows.

“I saw him…shirtless”, You mumble.

Princess’ face lights up; “Oh you lucky girl!”

“And?”, Santos asks.

You can’t help but groan again; “He’s unfairly hot. Like, so built and fit it should be illegal. He has no business looking that good in an ER.”

The women next to you exchange glances, before bursting out into laughter beside you.

“Sounds like someone has a crush on Dr. Abbot”, Santos says.

“Who doesn’t?”, You quip back, like it’s common knowledge and not about you.

Princess sighs on the other side of you.

“He’s like the McDreamy of the Pitt…or the Clooney”, She sighs.

“He’s better than McDreamy and Clooney, he’s like…McClooney.”

Laughter erupts around you again.

“So you and Abbot, huh?”, Santos asks.

“God, I don’t know. I mean we’re friends yeah, but I don’t think he even knows how I feel. Or that he’d even feel the same”, You sigh.

“I don’t know, I’ve seen him look at you. Seems like something’s there”, Princess says; “You should talk to him.”

Your face heats up way too fast; “I can’t do that! Are you crazy?”

Princess shrugs; “You never know what he’ll say.”

You sigh, nodding. You know she’s right, but you can’t push past the nerves or the fear that you might ruin a friendship you deeply value.

“He’s gone for a few hours anyways, I just need to get back to work”, You say, reaching for a new iPad.

You turn on your feet with another sigh.

“Go get your McClooney!”, Princess calls out behind you, making you shush her.

You shrink under all the glances your way, hurrying along to find Dana and focus on literally anything besides your feelings towards Jack.

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It’s a few hours later when Jack strolls back into the ED, camo backpack slung over one shoulder. Patients still bustle around him; Robby’s still forcing himself to work longer.

The hub is buzzing with a few staff; Princess, Santos, Nazely, Dana and Perlah all huddled together. Jack heads towards the staff room, but he stops when he hears your name.

“Oh she’s got it bad”, Santos says; “You should’ve seen her, she was absolutely flustered over seeing him shirtless. Poor girl can’t hide her crush if she tried.”

Jack feels his heartbeat pick up.

“Our girl’s got it for Abbot, huh?”, Dana says, smiling to herself; “Can’t believe I didn’t see it.”

Jack’s heart stops at the mention of his name—then quickly picks back up. A smile spreads on his face before he can stop it, ducking and shaking his head as he pushes the door to the staff room open. He knew how he felt about you, but hearing you felt the same way towards him? His entire shift just got a whole lot better.

He keeps it to himself during handoffs, even during his beginning of shift speech as everyone gathers around him. His eyes flick to you once; standing between Cruz and Ellis. His smile doesn’t falter, a warm feeling fluttering behind his ribs.

He lets you go about your shift, getting swept into a few cases of his own. It’s nearing nine when he finally comes face to face with you; a much needed silence in the break room.

He’s leaning up against the counter with a cup of coffee when you come in, stopping in your tracks when you see him.

“Oh! Sorry, didn’t know you were in here”, You say.

Jack scoffs a laugh; “What? You avoiding me now?”

“No”, You say, a little too quickly.

“Good.”

He watches you cross the room, opening the fridge and pulling out an energy drink. The noise of the can cracking open fills the room, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean up against the counter beside him—a little more space between you than usual.

Silence fills the air as you both drink, enjoying the few minutes of peace you might get before it’s interrupted. Jack, as if sensing your calm—decides now’s the time to get you all riled up.

“So”, He says, tracing the rim of his paper cup with his pointer finger; “I heard something interesting earlier.”

You scoff; “Of course you did.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, He asks, brow quirked and faking offense.

“Jack”, You say; “Do you really want me to answer that?”

“No”, He shrugs, smiling to himself as he sets his cup on the counter behind him.

You shake your head, doing the same with your can; “Lay it on me, Abbot.”

Jack juts his chin out, scratching at his scruff.

“I heard…someone that works here has a crush on me”, He says.

You feel your stomach drop, embarrassment rushing to your cheeks and ears.

“Something about ‘unfairly hot, so built it should be illegal’”, He says; “‘Hotter than McDreamy and Clooney?’”

“Jack I-“, You try to rush something out, but no words come out.

Your brain has shut down. You blink away the tears brimming your eyes.

But Jack just takes a step towards you, hands settling on your arms. His thumbs rub up and down, digging softly into your scrubs.

Then he hooks a finger under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. What he finds is a look he can only describe as guilty.

“Hey”, He says softly, ducking his head down to meet your eyeline.

“I’m sorry, Jack”, You rush out; “It’s highly inappropriate and I shouldn’t have said anything. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, we can just forget this ever happened and go back to being friends. If you even still want to be my friend. I’m so sorry—“

“No”, Jack says.

You freeze; “What?”

“I don’t think I can do that”, He says softly.

“I’m so sorry Jack…”, You mutter, fearing the worst.

“I’m not.”

You look up at him fully then, finding him gazing back at you fondly—a soft crooked twitch of his lips taking over his face.

“You’re not…?”

“No”, He says; “Not when it’s you.”

Your breath catches.

“Sweetheart, I’ve felt the same way about you for so long.”

Your mouth falls open. This time you can’t will it to shut again.

“God, you drive me crazy, kid. It’s always been you”, He confesses, voice soft and deep.

Your chest is heaving by now, mouth dry and eyes wide.

But then you smile; “It’s always been you too, Jack. For so long.”

His smile widens to match yours; “Cmere.”

He pulls you in close, wrapping his strong arms around you. He doesn’t kiss you yet, not here; he doesn’t want the first time to be in the ED. Not when you deserve a real date, to be treated right.

He lets his lips ghost over your hair, pressing softly once against your crown. He rubs his hand up and down your back, before laying his cheek against your hair.

When he pulls away, his thumbs rest softly on your hips; digging in just enough to let you know he’s still there. His smile hasn’t wavered, if anything it’s only grown fonder.

“So we’re ok?”, You finally ask.

Jack laughs softly; “More than ok, kid.”

Quiet settles between you both again, comfortable and warm as you take each other in with new awareness on both sides. Then Jack shifts once; pushing himself off the counter.

“C’mon”, He says, pulling you with him.

“Where?”, You ask.

“The roof”, He tells you; “Gonna watch the fireworks. I know how much you like them.”

You feel your heart melt with fondness, before the lingering concern for him creeps up behind it.

“Jack”, You say softly, stopping him; “It’s ok, we don’t have to. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m not”, He says, offering you a smile and a small squeeze of his hand; “I want to watch them, with you.”

So you follow him up the stairs to the roof, heart pounding loud enough to echo—letting him guide you with a steady hand on your lower back.

Most of the dayshift is already up there, gathered towards the railing of the roof. Jack finds a spot just in front of the doorway, leaning up against the brick wall. Away from the crowd and somehow seeming a little more private.

You settle in next to him, closer than you were in the break room. The first few fireworks go off, and for the first time; Jack doesn’t flinch. By the tenth, he reaches quietly for your hand; interlacing his fingers with your own.

Not out of fear or bad memories, just grounding himself. That makes you fold; you let your head drift down softly to rest against his shoulder—watching the sparkles of blues and reds paint the sky above you.

Jack brushes his lips briefly against your hair again, pressing once before he turns his head back—squeezing your hand softly. You stay like that; cuddled up against him in the back of the day shift crowd—a new, stronger feeling blossoming between you. Sweetly intimate and warm. Something existing just for the two of you.

“Happy fourth, Jack”, You hum, pressing your lips to his shoulder.

He squeezes your hand again, looking back at you as a sparkle of blue illuminates his face; “You too, sweetheart.”

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[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."