Juuls

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[juulstheghoul]

Currently brainstorming some other fanfic ideas and working on I’m Your Man. They’re coming to me like visions in the night and I feel like Michael Jackson the way I’ve been immediately writing them down.

Gonna try coming up with a posting schedule soon but I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support on I’m Your Man. I’ve missed writing so much and I’m so glad to see all the love it’s received.

-Juuls xx

[juulstheghoul]

I'm Your Man (3)

Part 1 Part 2

Banana Pancakes

Summary: In which your neighbor, Jack Abbot, shows the many ways in which he’s exactly what you need. Also, the many ways in which you accidentally mirror that and show him all the ways you're all he wants and more.

Content: fluff, age gap, neighbor!Jack, reader is mid-to-late twenties, female reader, slow burn but not really, cute, mutual attraction, eventual angst?, eventual smut (shhh,) pet names/nicknames for reader, little to no y/n use

Author’s Note: Guys I made a TikTok for this account and it’s actually going so well (juulstheghoul)! Learning self promotion is very interesting but I’m having so much fun writing this fanfic and I just hope others can enjoy it too. Feel free to leave any comments of any scenarios you’d like to see! I’m always down to hear any ideas!

Word Count: 1.9k (Shorter one again, sorry guys, but I promise next chapter will be JUICY)

-Juuls xx

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It had been a week since movie night and you and Jack had been on complete opposite schedules.

Texting had even become scarce as the two of you found yourselves tied up in your work. The museum was opening up a new natural history exhibit and the week was packed with camp tours, with you in charge of managing the tour plans as well as taking a couple tour shifts as well. 

You weren’t complaining, of course, because this is why you had moved to Pittsburgh in the first place, to help educate youth on history and the importance of museums as well as create education plans that truly connected to patrons. 

Jack had been stuck on double shifts at the ER after Robby had come down with the flu, as well as picking up a few gigs with his SWAT buddies, causing him to be up and about almost all hours of the day minus the 4 or 5 hours he permitted himself to sleep.

But that didn’t stop Jack from sending quick text to check up on you everyday and keeping you updated on his own schedule. His text always brightened up your day, especially when a tour group was just a little too rowdy or a lesson plan was rejected by the museum.

“Hey, how you doing? I’m just getting off work now but I hope your day goes well pretty.”

“Sweetheart, make sure you rest up. Don’t let the gremlins get to you ;)”

“Stay strong beautiful, only one more day until you're off.”

With every text Jack sent, you matched it with action. (Because of course you’re going to match him once again.)

You were baking a lot to keep team morale up at work, your coworkers always telling you it made their morning seeing your treats in the break room as they came in, so you decided to prep them on Mondays and then bake each treat the night before work.

And so, every morning, right before you left for work, you’d bake a little extra of each treat, one or two extra cookies, an extra muffin, maybe a couple brownies, and you’d drop off a baked good at Jack’s doorstep with a little note.

The notes varied but each one catered to a certain message you had gotten from Jack on Tuesday.

“I miss your flirtatious comments,” he had written, making you laugh.

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, they’re like my daily affirmations,” he sent, along with a selfie of him in his uniform, “Back to work I go beautiful, can’t see you soon enough.”

And so, to keep his daily affirmations going, your notes looked like this:

I bet you look handsome today.

I’m jealous of everyone who gets to see you in uniform.

Stay safe, stay hot.

Jack was staring at one of those notes, this one saying I miss your arms, try to keep those guns away from prying eyes ;), making him laugh as he grabbed his phone and took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie it was paired with.

“Hey doll, almost done with my final shift of the week,” he texted, sending it after checking his phone during his break and seeing a message from you at 8pm replying to his last message that you were so glad it was about to be Sunday and you could finally take a break. 

You hadn’t known this, but Jack had flipped his schedule around so that his requested days off lined up with yours if possible, leaving him Sunday and Monday to have the opportunity to ask you out for an actual date. 

He had it planned out pretty well. He was going to let you rest on Sunday, coming by in the afternoon to check in and talk for a bit because he was desperate to see you at this point, and then ask you to dinner Monday night. Quick and easy.

Instead, the second he pulled into his driveway at 7 am, you were out the door. Walking up to his truck and smiling, you were still in your lounge wear but otherwise wide awake as you waved hi, making a smile break out on Jack’s face that he hadn’t felt in a week and giving him a new burst of energy.

“Hey Jack,” you say, stopping in front of him as he gets out of his truck and closes the door. “Looks like you finally got out on time,” you teased, eyes scanning him in his scrubs and like clockwork, landing on his arms and biceps where his shirt sleeves tightened around them as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Jack chuckles as he notices you staring at him with no shame, glad he didn’t wear a long sleeve under his scrubs today because he loves it when you check him out. He even goes so far as to lightly flex his arms before replying.

“Yes I did doll, it was a miracle really. Were you waiting for me?” Jack smiles as he asks the question, hoping you’ll say…

“Yeah, I did,” you say, looking up at him and into his eyes which were already set on yours, making him catch his breath momentarily at how confident you were in your answer. “We haven’t seen each other in a week. After movie night, I thought we’d be spending more time together, not less, stupid life and responsibilities.” You muttered that last part to the side, a soft scowl on your face before looking back up at Jack, “Did you miss me?”

Jack lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he nods and exhales. “Yes sweetheart, I missed your pretty face more than you could ever know,” he says, smiling at you before nodding his head to his house. “Wanna come over?”

You smile and then pretend to think it over, “Hmmm, I don’t know. Will there be any funny business?” You give him a terrible serious face, your smile breaking through and making Jack laugh.

“No funny business, promise. Just want my fix of you,” he says, placing a hand on his chest and raising the other in the air.

You nod. “Shame, I love funny business,” you say as you walk past him towards his house. 

Jack stands there in shock for a moment, his eyebrows raised as he runs a hand across his jaw, a smirk on his face as he shakes his head.

You stop on his doorstep as you turn around. “Hellooo? Your door isn’t going to open itself and I don’t have a key here Jack,” you shout out, a mischievous smile on your face.

Jack laughs as he walks up to the door, putting his key in the lock while looking back at you, “Not yet anyways,” he says, opening the door and holding it for you.

You smile as you walk in, turning around to face him. “Not yet what?” 

“The key to my house. Not yet, but soon,” he says, winking at you as he places his backpack on the bench in the hallway and walks up the stairs, “I’m going to take a shower and get changed, make yourself at home.

He waves over his shoulder as he goes up the stairs smirking, not looking back at your shocked expression as the blush creeps up on your face.

You decided you’d make breakfast while Jack decompresses, trying to channel the excitement buzzing from your interaction into something useful.

You were making banana pancakes, humming along as you cooked, not noticing Jack’s return as you chopped up some extra banana slices for toppings. 

“Hey,” he says, his raspy voice breaking through and startling you as you turn around quickly, making him smirk as he sits down at the counter table.

“Jack! You scared me,” you say, noticing he put on his prosthetic again after the shower but deciding to not say anything, getting distracted by his outfit. 

He was wearing a black t-shirt, tighter than any of the shirts you’d seen on him before, showing you couldn’t help it when your jaw dropped momentarily. You shook yourself out of it and grabbed his plate, handing it to him.

“Here, eat,” you say quickly and flustered.

Jack knew what he was doing when he chose the shirt, he wanted to see you check him out again, loving every second of it before realizing what you had just handed him.

He didn’t expect you to make him anything, he thought you were just pillaging for snacks when he came in but no. Here you were, making him breakfast even after you had an exhausting week yourself, and all with a smile on your face. 

You turn back around to grab your own plate, as well as the toppings, as Jack stands there with a look of admiration he hasn’t held in years, not since his wife passed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had the energy to actually make himself breakfast after work, probably been a year or so he thinks to himself as he stares at you.

You look at Jack as you sit down next to him, giving him a confused smile. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked bananas?” Concerned, you even scoot the sliced bananas towards him, “If it’s not enough, I cut up a little extra as a treat,” you say, winking at him before going to reach for the syrup.

“Go on a date with me,” he says, looking into your eyes with the most serious expression you’d ever seen from him. 

You froze, your hand dropping from the syrup as you looked back to him. “What?” You weren’t sure you heard him right.

I mean sure, you two had been flirting for weeks now and of course it was obvious there was attraction on both ends but still. You don’t know why you’re so shocked. You didn’t expect him to be flashy when he asked. But you did think maybe he’d want to give it more time.

When you both first started talking, he shared how he was a little hesitant of how you were younger. He had said it in a joking tone, trying not to sour the mood, but you took it seriously. 

You tried your best to show you were sure about your attraction for him, not letting the flirty conversations fall and constantly throwing compliments at him.

And now, here you were, the moment you’d been waiting for and you just really can’t believe it.

“Please,” Jack adds, a softness in his eyes that makes you swoon instantly and pull yourself out of your own head.

“Of course,” you say, your voice softer than you expected as you nod softly, a blush creeping up on your face. 

“Good,” he says, smiling as he leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, you didn’t have to,” he whispers, his face inches away from yours.

“I wanted to,” you say, the blush on your face only getting worse as Jack keeps eye contact with you, before coughing, looking back at your food and pointing to his. “Now eat before your food gets cold.” You tuck your hair behind your ear before grabbing your fork again.

“Yeah, yeah. So bossy,” he teases, nodding as he turns back to his plate and eats. You mirror him as you smile to yourself, taking a bite of your pancakes as a buzzing energy hangs between the two of you, Jack getting one step closer to being your man.

[juulstheghoul]

I'm Your Man (2)

Movie Night

Part 2 of I'm Your Man series

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: In which your neighbor, Jack Abbot, shows the many ways in which he’s exactly what you need. Also, the many ways in which you accidentally mirror that and show him all the ways you're all he wants and more.

Content: fluff, age gap, neighbor!Jack, reader is mid-to-late twenties, female reader, slow burn but not really, cute, mutual attraction, eventual angst?, eventual smut (shhh,) pet names/nicknames for reader, little to no y/n use

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love on the first part of this series! I’m so excited to keep writing. Fun Fact: The first time I ever wrote fanfiction was in 8th grade on my Tom Holland fan account. Feel free to leave any comments of any scenarios you’d like to see! I’m always down to hear any ideas!

Word Count: 1.9k (shorter one, sorry guys, there’s a gas leak in my neighborhood)

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It’s been six weeks since you moved to Pittsburgh and wow, it is treating you well.

Your job was absolutely perfect. As a museum educator, you were having such a fun time workshopping ideas for family days at Carnegie as well as guiding field trip tours for summer camps, loving the chance to both teach and explore history at your job. You made a couple of friends with some of your coworkers, and from time to time, you all went out for either lunch or a night in the town.

However, your job wasn’t the only reason Pittsburgh was so good to you, no. A lot of the credit goes to Dr. Jack Abbot, your incredibly sexy, kind, and older, next door neighbor who you can’t help but be drawn to. 

You both have been hanging out as best you can on your days off and sometimes even visit each other's houses before leaving or coming back home. Your days off were consistently Sunday and Monday, while Jack’s were always spontaneous, however, he still worked less days than you, usually 3-4 days a week unless he was volunteering with SWAT, in which you only saw him once on his singular day off that he’d allow himself.

You made fun of him quite a bit, calling him a workaholic whenever he’d start rushing off to leave for work after getting lost in conversation together. It always earned you an eye roll and scoff before he’d rush out. 

Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d even rush over and give you a quick kiss on the cheek as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It always left you blushing, but he was too busy to notice, or so you thought when it was actually that precise reason Jack did it before leaving, loving the way the blush creeped on your face.

When Jack came over those special times where your schedules aligned and you both had a day off, it usually consisted of him cooking a meal while you baked a complimentary dessert. You’d both laugh and talk as you maneuvered around the kitchen in unison, “working side by side to create a masterpiece” as Jack put it.

The first time Jack came over for dinner, he had offered to make you chicken alfredo after bragging over text that he was an excellent chef. 

“Oh, so you think you’re an expert cook then huh,” you teased Jack over text, after bragging that you’d bring more to the table with your baking skills. 

“I’m pretty good,” he typed back along with a winking emoji. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you,” followed with a chef emoji that made you laugh in your bed. 

So that’s how you had ended up with Jack in your kitchen, unpacking the groceries he’d ordered to your place. There was a suspicious amount of extra groceries left over after he took out his necessary ingredients, and right when you were about to comment on it, Jack looked up.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, putting a hand out and stopping you from speaking. “For this first meal, you’re not allowed to watch me work sweetheart. A magician has to keep some of his secrets,” Jack winked after he finished speaking, shooing you back to the living room.

“But Jack, that looks like way too much stuff, what are you-” you tried to keep speaking when Jack physically turned you around and started leading you out of your kitchen with his hand on your back.

“That’s for me to worry about honey,” he said, leaning in a little as he stopped at your kitchen entrance, leaning on the doorway, “You just need to worry about what music shall accompany my cooking and sitting your pretty little self on the couch.” 

You rolled your eyes but obliged, heading to your record played before turning quickly and looking at him, “Did you really buy me groceries?” You weren’t sure what you’d hoped his answer would be but you knew it was the right one when he smirked, “Of course I did doll, you threatened to raid my own, remember?” You felt yourself swoon as he winked and headed back into the kitchen.

You patiently sat and waited as music played from your record player, an oldies radio station in the background as Jack and you both hummed along to the songs that played. You were scrolling on your phone, every once in a while taking a sniff of the delicious aroma leaking from the kitchen before Jack finally called you back in.

You had a dining table in the dining room that you rarely used, which is why you and Jack found yourselves seated on the high chairs you had placed against your standalone counter in your kitchen. 

Jack passed you your plate. “Voila,” he said, making a big show as he placed the most mouth watering plate of chicken alfredo you’d ever seen in your life, “So what do you think doll? Does it look like I’m a good chef?”

You smile, grabbing your fork and taking the perfect bite, your head nodding as you groan in satisfaction. “Jack, this is actually amazing,” you say, looking at him in shock, “I didn’t think you were going to be this good. I was ready to lie for you,” you joke, smiling again.

Jack fakes a gasp, putting a hand to his heart. “You wound me. I’d never want you to lie for my benefit,” he says, eye contact sharp as he looks at you. “I’m glad you like it, I put all my love into that dish,” he adds, smiling as he eats his own plate.

Once you both finished, Jack was already on his way to start doing the dishes, leading to a fight that ended in Jack washing the dishes while you dried and put them away. Banter was fun and natural as you finished up, smiling and laughing with one another.

That night was the first of many, you and Jack both deciding to make this a weekly routine. Jack would teach you how to cook and you would teach him how to bake, at least that’s the excuse you both came up with. Really, you just wanted a reason to see each other no matter what. 

Now, once or twice you’ve gone to Jack's house instead on your days off, yet it was only for about an hour or two, with Jack usually insisting on going to yours because, as he puts it, “It’s more home-y” and “who are we to break tradition?”

But today was one of the days you got to hang out at his, Jack deciding that tonight was going to be movie night, after you had told him you’d never seen Good Will Hunting. 

“It’s an East Coast staple, doll. You have to watch it if you want to fully integrate into our lifestyle,” he teased over the phone, standing in the ambulance bay and talking to you during his lunch break. 

This was a common occurrence after he quickly found out how much of a night owl you were when you’d texted him during his shifts after you two really started getting close. 

“What can I say, I just love being up at night while the city rests,” you’d told him, smiling to yourself as you heard his deep chuckle echo through your phone. 

“You stole my line there sweetheart,” Jack said, before both of you fell back into a debate over whatever silly topic you’d brought up in your ramble of the night.

Walking into his house, you smile at the familiar feeling of nervousness you had when you visited for the first time. 

You noticed Jack had redecorated his living room to account for movie night, choosing to create a more comfortable setting for you to relax in. 

There were now throw pillows and a couple blankets spread out across his plush couch, as well as a candle lit on the hallway table to create a soft lighting. He had already prepared an arrangement of snacks as well as some water for you and a beer for him. 

Jack smiled at you as you walked in, spreading his arms out, “What do you think doll?” He looked at you expectantly, the effort to please evident on his face and making a wide smile break out on your face.

“It’s perfect Jack. I absolutely love it,” you said. “It almost feels like a date,” you tease, walking into the space and up to him before stopping just short, reaching down to grab a potato chip from the bowl, popping it into your mouth as you look back up at him while sitting down. 

He laughed as he sat down to the left of you, the movie already loaded up on the screen as he grabbed the remote, “It’s a trial run for our inevitable future dates,” he said confidently, glancing at you as he spoke with a smirk on his face.

A blush quickly spreads across your face as your mouth falls open, swatting him softly on the arm as he chuckles. 

“You’re gonna have to ask me out for that to happen then Jack, preferably sooner than later,” you say, smiling. “And I like to be wooed,” you added, leaning back against his couch and making yourself comfortable. 

Jack laughs at your added comment, resting an arm on the cushion behind your head, “What? This isn’t me wooing you,” he asked, turning to look at you. 

You smile as you look at him, “Nope, this is just you being a friendly neighbor,” you say, looking back at the screen as he starts up the movie.

“Friendly neighbor my ass, I’ve never done this for Ted next door that’s for sure,” he says, laughing as he shakes his head but stopping when you slowly lean in, resting your own head on his shoulder. 

“How about we enjoy the movie, and then we can talk about whether this is a kind neighbor get together or you trying to prove how great a man you are for me,” you say, not looking at him as you zone in on the movie. “I really want to officially integrate myself into the East Coast,” you joke, resting one hand on his right thigh, sighing with content. 

“Yeah, okay,” Jack replies, taking a deep breath before letting his hand fall to rest on your shoulder and pulling you in closer, his thumb rubbing circles.

He softly leans his head back, smiling up at the ceiling as he realized you’d done it again, matched him in showing just why you’re both perfect for each other, before looking back at the movie with another pang shooting through his heart.

[juulstheghoul]

I'm Your Man

Part 2 Part 3

Summary: In which your neighbor, Jack Abbot, shows the many ways in which he’s exactly what you need. Also, the many ways in which you accidentally mirror that and show him all the ways you're all he wants and more.

Content: fluff, age gap, neighbor!Jack, reader is mid-to-late twenties, female reader, slow burn but not really, cute, mutual attraction, eventual angst, eventual smut (shhh,) pet names/nicknames for reader, little to no y/n use

Author’s note: Alright, so, the first fanfic was okay; I had two IRL’s read it, and they liked it, so here I am again mwahaha. I think I’m going to make this a series, especially because it’d just be so cute to have it with each fic having a different time reader and Jack mirror each other and match each other’s freak. I didn't edit or reread it because I get embarrassed reading my own work so let me know if there’s any errors. Also if anyone knows how to make cute banners and do all the cute formatting, PLEASE TEACH ME.

Word Count: 3.7k

Thanks,

Juuls xx

You had just finished getting your master’s in museum studies when you moved to Pittsburgh to work your dream job as a museum educator at Carnegie Museum of Natural History. You were lucky to come from quite a well off family, and had been able to purchase a nice townhouse close to where you work. It was two stories, so a little big for just you, but you were ready to make it work. Your parents bought it fully furnished but you still moved in some new furniture and your own personal belongings, which helped you to meet your new handsome neighbor next door.

You were bringing in some boxes from the car, a little stubborn about not making too many trips, as you had stacked up at least three boxes, blindly trying to find your way to the door when he called out to you.

“Woah there doll, that’s quite a lot of boxes,” he said, still not able to see his face due to them blocking your view, but knowing immediately he’s attractive by how deep and raspy his voice was when he spoke (and also the way he called you doll.) “Let me help you with that,” he says, taking the top two boxes from your hands.

You almost dropped the box in your hands when you finally saw him standing there. Your eyes rake over his body slowly. First looking at his gray curls shining in the sun, perfectly set yet damp from sweat, then moving down to his arms, freckled and tanned softly, his black short sleeve tight around them. Going further down, his legs in basketball shorts, one leg thick and strong, the other, a beautiful prosthetic. Your eyes go back up to his hands, oh, his very big, very strong, freckled hands holding up your boxes of trinkets like it's nothing.

You finally look back up to his hazel eyes, only to see him smirking at you, sweat slightly on his lightly freckled face. He must’ve been on a run, you thought, finally snapping out of it when you notice the smirk. 

“Oh! Sorry, I- thank you so much. Yeah, um, just follow me inside,” you say, smiling as you walk through your front door, placing the box on the couch with your neighbor right behind you chuckling to himself as he sets the boxes right next to yours.

You turn to face him, smiling brightly and extending a hand. “Hi.” you say, breathing out at the same time as you introduce yourself.

The handsome neighbor smiles back softly, holding eye contact in a way you’ve never seen before, as he introduces himself. “I’m Jack. Jack Abbot. Nice to meet you sweetheart,” He says, shaking your hand while you try your best to maintain your composure holding his rough and calloused hand. “What brings you to Pittsburgh?”

You blush slightly at eye contact, trying to look away but notice the way he follows your gaze, forcing you to look back at him. “Right, well, I’m new to the area. I actually grew up on the West Coast so this is a new change for me but it's an exciting one,” you say, genuine enthusiasm in your voice that made both you and Jack smile a little more. “I got a job as a museum educator at the Carnegie Museum and I was willing to relocate, so, here I am.” You finish that sentence by gesturing to yourself with a little flourish, tilting your head to the side a little bit as well.

“That’s quite a big move for a young woman such as yourself,” Jack says, looking at you with a new sense of respect and admiration, “I’ve lived here my whole life, minus when I served in the Army. I work at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center right there near your job.” 

You nod, not shocked that he’s a veteran with the way he carries himself, however it does intrigue you to want to learn more about Jack and his life. “Well, looks like we both live a little more on the adventurous side,” you tease, smirking at him, “and my youth just makes me extra capable of such a new journey and much more,” you assure him. “Thank you again for helping with the boxes, I was being a little stubborn about not wanting to make another trip,” you admit, smiling sheepishly as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, I can tell you’re trouble,” Jack says, grinning back at you and your confidence, “It was no problem doll, always willing to help a pretty girl like you.” He winks when he finishes that sentiment, and you try your best not to let your knees buckle when he does. “If you need any help with anything, feel free to give me a shout, okay?” Jack says, bending his knees a little, forcing you to make eye contact again as you look down to hide your blush.

You look up and smile at him, “That would be great, thank you Jack,” you reply, not noticing the way his breath hitches at your voice saying his name. “It’s the same for you as well,” you say, making an awkward gesture between the two of you as though it were an exchange. 

Jack smiles and nods, turning to leave when you shout out. “Oh wait,” you say, reaching for your phone, “Can I get your number? In case of an emergency?” 

He takes your phone without a second thought, typing in his number when he says, “Or you could just text me, you know, for anything. I’m your man.” He winks as he hands you back your phone with a confident smile before nodding once more and walking away. “Make sure to text me so I have your number,” he shouts from over his shoulder, closing your door on his way out. 

And that was the start of Jack showing you just how capable he was of being your man.

The next time you saw Jack was about two weeks later. You were adjusting to your new home and job and finally felt a bit of normalcy in your life so you decided to treat yourself to your favorite hobby, baking. 

You had decided you were going to make banana bread and were almost done mixing everything together when you realized you were about two eggs short for your recipe since you were making double to bring to Jack later as a late thank you gift. 

You had spoken to him a couple of times since your first interaction, texting about silly things like when the garbage truck came and when to watch out for street sweeping, before starting to talk about small things such as how your day had been.

Jack had helped you get adjusted to Pittsburgh and was always quick to respond and talk to you whenever you texted, even bringing you flowers and a beautiful blue vase to put them in for your coffee table as a house warming gift. He made you smile everyday so you thought you’d show your thanks in the way you know best, by baking him a delicious treat. He had mentioned loving banana bread once during your many conversations, when you had asked what his favorite dessert is, to which you said that was an “old-man” answer, and when he corrected you saying “experienced man” was his preferred term, you couldn’t help but feel the small heat rise in your chest and in between your legs.

 It was a lot of getting to know each other through the screen, which is how you came to learn about his working nights as the lead attending of the trauma room that now had you doubting whether you should be standing in front of his door after knocking to see if he could possibly have two eggs you could steal. 

It takes him a minute or two to come to the door, probably because of his prosthetic, you thought to yourself. You immediately wished you could take back the knock when Jack opens the door with the most exhausted expression on his face. He looked breathtaking as his hair was messy in a sleepless way, his face softer than usual as he adjusts to being awake, and his chest being out in the open with gray sweatpants to compliment. His very defined, very freckled chest with a small trail of hair that leads down to the hem of his sweats that makes you wish you could just walk in and follow its path.

Oh, I’m definitely going to be thinking about this look for a long time, you think to yourself as you finally look back up at him to see him shaking away his tired expression in exchange for a smile. 

“Hey doll, what’s up? Something wrong?”  He yawns as he speaks, rolling his head around his shoulders before looking back down at you with his tall 6’3 figure.  

You feel bad as you offer him a sad smile, “Hey Jack, I’m sorry to bother. I completely forgot you work nights,” you say, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and adjusting your ponytail in a nervous habit. 

“It’s no problem, beautiful, today’s my day off. I would’ve been waking up soon anyways,” Jack assures you, smiling at you as he scans your body, noticing the red apron you’re wearing, as well as the matching black tank top and sweatpants underneath it that compliment your figure perfectly. “You cooking?” he asks, tilting his body to lean on the doorway.

A blush spreads across your face when you notice him scanning your body, although you were confident in yourself and your figure, you couldn’t help it when someone as handsome as Jack looked at you like that. You straighten up a little as you speak.

“Baking. That’s why I came over actually. I’m two eggs short,” you say, smiling at him, “Do you mind if I steal some from you?” 

Jack chuckles as he stands up straight, opening the door wider. “Of course, we’ve got the same layout so you know where the kitchen is,” he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You smile and nod, shooting a quick thank you as you step inside, taking a look around as you walk to the kitchen. His place looks just as you’d think it would with large bookshelves that surround his tv, contents a mix of dvd’s, vinyls, cds, and books. His home gives you a similar feeling to a dark academia vibe as you walk past photos of him, his friends, and a wedding picture. 

You pause as he continues walking to the kitchen, staring at the photos that line the walls a little more carefully. You knew Jack was widowed, he told you about it after a week of texting back and forth and quick hello’s and goodbye’s as you both left and came from work at opposite times. You liked looking at this small glimpse of Jack’s life, especially when it includes seeing such a bright smile on his face in each picture.

Finally pulling yourself away, you walk into the kitchen while Jack stands in front of his coffee kettle, pouring himself some as you walk up to his fridge. “I’m only taking two, feel free to bill me,” you joke, smiling at him as you stand back up straight after grabbing the eggs.

Jack rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of his coffee, a small smirk on his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. I think you know damn well I don’t need any help with money.” He says it so confidently, it takes you aback for a moment, your attraction to him growing as he looks at you with a face that shows he means it. 

You came from a well-off family but they were all very humble about it. When you moved out, you didn’t really want help but accepted it anyway, saying that once you settled down, you’d want to be more independent but still grateful for their help. 

Yet the way Jack just confidently showed how comfortable he is attracted a whole different side of you you didn't know was possible. You already knew you were into older guys before meeting Jack, having had a crush on one too many professors throughout your time at university as well as your many celebrity crushes that were twice your age, but Jack was really solidifying this fact with every single thing he does.

You smile and roll your eyes as well, leaning on his counter, “Oh? Is that right? Guess I’ll just have to keep stealing your groceries in small doses until my fridge is stocked,” you joked before standing back up straight. “Thanks for the eggs Jack, enjoy your day off,” you say, waving bye and showing yourself out. He shoots his fingers out from his mug as his way of saying goodbye, his other arm wrapped around his chest, as he watches you leave with a content focus on the way your hips swayed as you walked out. 

Jack said it already, but he knew you were trouble the moment he saw you and felt his heart rate pick right back up after his run. He felt like a school boy the way the excitement rose in his chest when he watched you walk to your car to grab the final boxes for your house, and then laughed like one when you tried carrying the last three in one try. He just had to talk to you and what better way than to show up as a knight in shining armor and helping you carry those final ones in.

He didn’t expect your voice to be so alluring, confident and strong even when obviously nervous, and he definitely didn’t expect your confidence to kick in quickly after getting flustered, loving the way you quipped back at him without a second thought. It was as if you not only moved into your home, but his mind with the way you lingered as he went back home that day, checking his phone for twenty minutes before your text finally came through. The smile that broke out on his face and the breath he let out were something he hadn’t done in a long time as he quickly texted back and kept doing so for the past two weeks.

So when you showed up at his doorstep, with your red apron covered in flour and your soft smile looking up at him, of course he shoved down the annoyed tone he was about to give to whoever denied his beauty sleep, instead changing it to his sultry morning voice as he opened the door a little wider to let you in. 

He liked seeing you take in his space, observing everything, and he decided to give you both a minute when he retreated to the kitchen to take a breath and brew a pot of coffee. He definitely wasn’t upset at you being the first thing he saw when he woke up, but wow, he needed a minute to adjust to your beauty when it was that unexpected. He shook his head at the thought as he poured his coffee, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth.

When you finally came into the kitchen, Jack had barely regained his composure. He loved how quick you were to joke around but also wanted you to know he wasn’t just some guy. He was a man, hopefully a man that could be yours someday, but until then, he at least wanted to prove he was a man. So when he confidently hinted at his comfortable financial situation, he liked seeing your eyebrows raise for a moment before you went right back into your confident demeanor, leaving him to watch you walk away. All he could do was wish he could walk up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and keep you for a little longer, but that would have to wait for way later in the future, he hoped. 

Jack spent the rest of his day doing his usual routine for days off, this time, with a certain pretty neighbor on his mind. He did his quick workout and yoga session, imagining you right next to him either working out with or just watching him like how you looked him up and down the first time he met, washed his scrubs and clothes, thinking about how you would probably sit on top of the dryer talking his ear off like how you do over text, and was about to start cleaning up around the house when there was another knock at the door. 

It had been about two hours since you left and the banana bread loaves you baked were finally done and cooled down. You had added a vanilla glaze on top and once it settled, you set one of them into an aluminum tray with a lid, smiling to yourself. You took off your apron and then went to leave, stopping in front of your hallway mirror and taking your hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall naturally.

You find yourself once again in front of Jack Abbot’s door, this time with a bright smile on your face as the smell of banana bread lingers in the air. You were excited for Jack’s reaction, wanting to show him you were just as capable as him at being a good neighbor, but also maybe something more as you adjust your top and keep your smile confident.

When Jack opened the door, he was more than happy to see you once again, even if he didn’t expect to see you so soon. His eyes immediately gaze upon your body, flowing from your face, to your hair, soft and silky smooth, down to your body and the way it curves as he finally sees you matching black top and sweats and the way they compliment you so perfectly.

He smirks as he looks back up at you, seeing the confident smile on your face. “Seeing you twice in one day, I must be the luckiest man on Earth,” he says, “To what do I owe the pleasure doll?”

He watches as you lift up the aluminum tray in front of your face, smiling brightly. “I made you banana bread,” you say excitedly, smiling brightly as you walk in. 

Jack closes the door behind him with his eyebrows quirked up in surprise and then settling back quickly, smiling at you. “You made me banana bread?” he asks, shocked you remembered him mentioning it and heartstruck by how kind and excited you were over doing this for him.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, walking over to his counter and opening it up for him, displaying it proudly. “I love baking and I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for me as well as show how amazing of a neighbor I am, so I decided to make you some. It’s my secret recipe,” you say, winking at that last part as you smile up at him with a smile that makes his heart skip a beat as the smile on his face grows.

“It looks amazing,” he says, and he wasn’t lying. It looked delicious as he walked past you to grab two plates from the cabinets, as well as forks and a knife. “Here, you do the honors since you baked it,” he says, handing you the knife and loving the way your fingers brush against his, flexing his hand after as he watches you cut two slices for the both of you, laying them on each plate.

“Bon appetite,” you say, clinking your plate with his as you both take a bite simultaneously. The groan that comes out of your mouth almost makes Jack choke on his piece as he watches the pure bliss that floods your face. It’s delicious and he does his own groan when he finally stops watching you and really tastes it for himself, going in for a second bite quickly. 

You freeze at his groan, loving the way it was so deep and gruff, but also that he enjoyed it, making your heart swell with pride. “It's good right?” You take another bite as Jack nods, covering his mouth to shoot out a quick yes before focusing back on eating. 

When you finish your slice, placing it in the sink and being forced to leave it as Jack swats your hand away from washing it, you smile and laugh. “Well, what do you think? Did I match you in showing myself as an amazing neighbor?” You looked up at him as you asked, meeting his eyes as he already was looking at you.

“Oh doll, I think you’ve surpassed me. I’m going to be reeling from this for days, especially when I eat this every time I wake up with a nice cup of coffee,” he says, reaching out and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. 

You gasp slightly before unknowingly leaning into his touch, pulling away quickly and coughing, smiling as you walk backwards to his front door. “Well I’m glad you liked it Jack. I’ll make sure to make extra when I bake from now on,” you say, reaching for the door.

He laughs at your nervousness as you leave, following you to the door. “That sounds perfect, thank you beautiful,” he says, before leaning down and giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Until next time,” he whispers in your ear, “and I really hope there’s a next time.” 

His scent and presence is intoxicating as you nod, walking backwards out the door with a big smile and blush creeping across your face. “Yeah, I’d love a next time,” you reply, regaining your confidence now that there’s a bit of space between you, “text me your days off and I’ll send you mine. We can make it a thing,” you say, smirking as you walk over to your house, waving bye as you enter. 

And that was how you showed Jack that for every gesture he was going to do to show he was your man, you would match it just as well.

[juulstheghoul]

See You Soon

You meet Jack at your job at the library and immediately feel sparks fly. What happens when see you soon happens a little bit earlier than expected.

Authors note: Guys please, this is like my first time writing fan fiction since my 8th grade Tom Holland fan account.

3.8k words

-Juuls xx

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Rushing into work, you’d hoped for a rather uneventful day of shelving books and listening to music (which is against library rules but shh they don’t need to know.) However, a certain handsome E.R. doctor was about to change that when he discovered he needed to begin some research for the department's newest budget review.  

Being a newer librarian to the Pittsburgh Library, fresh out of your master’s program, you chose to learn the lay of the land first and help by volunteering for the first few hours of your shift with shelving and reorganizing. Humming along to the music in your headphones, you didn't notice the older man slowly approaching you.

A small cough breaks through the music, making you turn your head quickly as you pause shelving and take out your headphones. 

Standing there was the most breathtaking man you had ever seen in your life. His silver and brown curls immediately catching your eye before you began raking down his body, admiring every detail such as the way his arms were littered with freckles (thank you short sleeve t-shirts,) his blue jeans that fit his frame perfectly, and then back up to his arms, which were now crossed against his chest and flexing slightly.

This causes you to finally look up, and much to your dismay, realize that he noticed the way your eyes moved up and down his body. 

“Oh, sorry. Hi, yes, what can I do for you?” You ask quickly, trying to keep your composure and managing to maintain yourself well as you smile up at him and look into his hazel eyes. 

Can he be any more dreamy? You think to yourself.

A knowing smirk spreads across his face as he looks at you, “I was wondering where you keep your medical journals and literature.” He says, his voice rough and deep, with a slight rasp in it that makes your knees feel weak almost instantly.

Right now is the moment you are oh so grateful for deciding to shelve these past few weeks, thanking yourself for every second you’ve spent going around every inch of this building. 

“Ah! Yes, I can show you where they are, here,” You say, turning to check your cart and lock its wheels before looking back at him, “follow me.” You nod, motioning him to follow you as you walk past him towards the main hall of the library, smiling softly. 

You turn your head to make sure he’s following, the smile still lingering on your lips as you notice he is. What makes your steps falter, however, was the fact that he was following you with a similar smile and his hands behind his back, watching you carefully.

You look back forward and realize he has now fallen in step next to you on your left. “So, what brings you in today? Are you reading for business or for pleasure?” You ask, turning your head slightly while still walking towards the medical section, which is thankfully placed on the opposite side of the library, giving you just a bit more time to get to know this attractive man.

He laughs softly for a moment as he side-eyes you with a teasing smile, “You know, I don’t think I’ve read for pleasure in quite awhile now,” he jokes, looking away from you and looking around at the library as you both walk. “My job is rebudgeting the annual funding for each department and as one of the lead attendings, it falls on us to write up a proposal on why we deserve a little love.”

You laugh at his joke before smiling and nodding as he explains his reason for visiting. “Ah, so you’re doing a little research then? If you don't mind me asking, what field are you in?” You ask, wanting to learn as much as you can about him.

“Emergency medicine at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. I’m the lead attending for the night shift.” He says, his chest slightly puffing out with pride in his job. “It’s been some time since I’ve done research for the department but if it means finally getting some funding to save lives, I’ll be more than glad to dust off the books and pick up the pen.” He states, looking down at you with a smile as you begin to finally approach the medical section.

You nod along to what he says, wanting to ensure he knows you're paying attention as your smile slightly falters with your arrival to his destination. “What a noble thing to do.” You joke, smiling up at him. “Here we are. Everything you need should be here, including a computer to help look at our catalog.” You say, gesturing to the section as you stop. You turn to face him and get one last glorious look at him. “Medical journals will be to your left and textbooks to your right. And if you need anything else, feel free to find me or anyone else who has a lovely little library badge on.” You say, showing off your badge that shows off your ID photo, name, and the title of Librarian, which you love bragging about. 

He nods as you explain and then laughs softly at your brag, making sure to exaggeratedly look down at your badge and make note of your name. “Well it was nice to meet you sweetheart, thank you for the help. I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you if this old man gets lost amongst all this knowledge.” He says, his voice soft yet deep, and the nickname making you swoon softly before recollecting yourself.

“It was nice meeting you too. See you around…” You begin to say, hoping he may offer his name as you slowly drag out that last word. 

“Jack. Jack Abbott.” He says, extending his hand to you. 

You smile and take it, trying your best not to blush as his calloused hand envelopes yours perfectly. 

You let your hand linger for a moment longer before pulling away softly, not noticing the way his hand followed your own before falling back to his side, him nodding and smiling. 

You both turn and walk opposite ways, and you try your best to contain your excitement as you head up to the front desk and take over for the library page stationed there, sending them to finish restocking the books you had gladly abandoned for Jack.

An hour later and Jack is strolling up to your desk, a book and some journals in hand as he walks up. “Hello again.” He says, placing the books down on the counter and leaning on it with his forearms. 

You look up at him with a glowing smile, “Jack, it looks like your search was a success. Do any of these scream raise our budget to save lives?” you ask, standing up to reach and grab the books, scanning each one as Jack grabs his wallet. 

“Oh yes, I think we will be very successful in our efforts.” He says, pulling out his library card, because of course he has one, and handing it to you, making sure your fingers brush against his as you grab it. 

You scan the card and hand it back to him, “Well, I’m glad it all worked out. Hopefully next time you come in, it can be for pleasure.” You say, not breaking eye contact as you try flirting calmly, grabbing the journals and book and handing it back to him as well. 

He reaches for them, his fingers brushing against yours once again, but this time, lingering as he looks at you with a smirk. “Oh? You know anything that could offer me a bit of pleasure in here?” He asks back, a rasp in his voice that makes your head swirl.

Your breath catches before you recover quickly, not pulling away. “I can think of a few things.” You say, biting your lip softly.

He chuckles as he watches you, shaking his head softly. “Well then, it looks like I’ll have to come back soon. And not just to return the books.” He says, lifting them up and then bringing them to his side as he winks at you. 

You smile and tilt your head to the side, “I’ll make sure to make it worth your while.” You say, your voice soft and smooth. 

He feels the small pang that hits his chest and the blush that is slowly creeping up his neck as he looks at you. Oh you’re trouble, he thought, laughing and shaking his head again as he began to push himself to stand up straight.

“I will hold you to that sweetheart.” He says, knocking his hand on the desk before beginning to walk away, but not before calling over his shoulder, “See you soon darling.”

You laugh softly, “Hopefully really soon!” You call out after him, watching him walking away and missing the growing smile on his face and the pep in his step he hadn’t expected to leave with.

Your reunion would come sooner than you think however, when, during closing time, a new shipment of books came in and required a check through. A library page was helping with unboxing when they handed you a box cutter with the blade facing you, slicing deeply through your palm.

And now here you were, in the PTMC waiting room with your hand wrapped in a towel. 

You’re texting the library pages about how to close up when your name gets called to head inside.

You walk up and follow the nurse, whose name is Mateo, as he guides you to a room after examining your gash and deciding it was important to run a few blood tests and get you sutured.

“We like to be safe and since you weren’t too sure about the blade’s condition, it's better to check and make sure there was no contamination such as rust that could cause an infection.” Mateo says, reassuring you as he guides you to a room after noticing the slight panic on your face. 

You smile and nod as you follow him, laughing softly. “I get it, I just did not expect this to be how I end my night. I really hate blood.” You say, smiling softly but worried and not noticing the very dashing attending’s head that turned quickly at the sound of your voice.

Jack looks over at you and barely catches a glimpse as Mateo guides you into central nine, immediately placing down his chart and walking over.  He had picked up the shift tonight after Shen had a last minute emergency and needed him to cover, and was very grateful for that now that you have made an appearance, although he knows he shouldn’t be so happy about seeing you here. 

After meeting you at the library, you were all he could think about for the rest of the day. How, before he had even spoken to you, you were nodding and humming along to your music as you shelved books. He couldn’t help but smile, admiring the way the sun had poked through the window and framed you perfectly, making it look as though you were glowing. There was the way you spoke, so energetic and confident, glad to help however you can. 

And how could he forget the way you had checked him out before anything else, looking up and down as a blush spread across your cheeks before you finally looked up at him and spoke, making him hold back a laugh and instead settle for a smirk that said a thousand words.

Even when you led the way for all of one minute, he couldn’t help but do the same as his eyes glanced over your body, watching the way your clothes hugged your body perfectly and suited your personality well, dark blue jeans and a light blue button up shirt, the sleeves long and softly flared to show professionalism and comfort.

But of course, he wanted to talk more, so he matched your pace and answered your questions, noticing how you nodded along and listened as though every word he said mattered and ignoring the way his heart fluttered at such attention.

When you walked away, it took Jack five minutes to recover, first from how overwhelmingly drawn to you he was and then from how sad he was now that you were gone. 

Once he found all the journals and books he needed for his research, he was glad to start walking toward the front desk and see you sitting there, taking a deep breath before approaching with his cool and confident manner. 

He should have given you his number, he thought as soon as he left the building, but you were working and he didn’t want to get you into any trouble. Really though, it's because he was nervous about the fact you were definitely younger, mid-to-late twenties, and he wasn’t sure if your flirty banter was natural or truly meant for him, and he’d rather not have his heart broken by such a beautiful girl. 

And yet, here you were, sooner than he expected, in his E.R. and obviously injured. His heart raced quickly, nerves rushing from both attraction and worry before reminding himself you should be fine if you’re walking and talking by yourself. Stopping in front of the door, he took a deep breath before stepping in.

He walks in and shakes his head at the sight of you seated on the bed. “You know, this is not what I meant when I said see you soon.” He teases, looking down at you as he sanitizes his hands and smirks.

You look up quickly, shocked for a second before remembering what he had said earlier that day. You smile weakly as you tilt your head to the side, “What can I say? I was eager to see you.” You joke, laughing softly.

Jack immediately feels a pan in his chest at your weak smile, a small frown showing on his face. “And what happened here?” He asks, directing his question to Mateo as he sets up your vitals.

Mateo looks between the two of you, “You two know each other?” He asks, before seeing the way Jack gives him a look that screams watch it. “Ehem- I mean, we’ve got a deep gash to the right hand, caused by a box cutter with the condition of the blade being unknown. We are going to run a CBC and wound culture just to check as well as give a tetanus shot.” He says, giving you a reassuring smile as you watch him grab the materials for an IV.

“Did you lose a lot of blood when you got cut?” Jack asks, grabbing a rolling stool and bringing it over to sit down in front of you.

You try your best not to stare, and fail miserably as you watch his scrubs flex against his muscles, admiring the way his arms look crossed against his chest before finally answering. “It was quite a bit, I was trying my best not to spill any on the books so I ran fast to grab a towel. I hate blood too, so I wasn’t paying too much attention however one of the pages said, and I quote, it looked like we were setting up for a horror section.” You say, laughing softly to yourself at the comment.

Jack and Mateo both laugh as Mateo gestures for you to stretch out your left arm for the IV and blood draw. “Sounds like you might’ve scared those kids.” Mateo jokes, prepping the IV and taking out the blood draw, then inserting a line for fluids after noticing your pale complexion, handing the blood sample to a nurse outside the room and coming back in.

Jack lets him finish before speaking up, “May I examine the wound?” He asks you, putting on his glasses and looking at you softly. Leaning your head back with fear for a moment then facing him, you nod and try to ignore the fact that the glasses have somehow made him attractive in a whole new way.

Jack put on some gloves and then gently reached out and grabbed your hand, beginning to unwrap the towel around it. The bleeding had stopped so it was easy for him to analyze and assess the gash. “Looks like the bleeding has stopped.” He said, his thumb softly caressing your wrist as he spoke, “This cut is pretty deep, you’re definitely going to need at least four or five stitches. Mateo, it looks like we should be fine without the wound culture, just some rubbing alcohol should do the trick. Prep the suture kit.” He says with a commanding voice, that is doing things to you you never thought you could feel while in an emergency room.  

Mateo is quick to set up the kit, placing it down on a tray next to Jack. “I’ll go check on the CBC panels. You should be all stitched up by then.” He says, smiling at you. 

“Thank you,” You say, smiling at him and not noticing the way Jack eyes the both of you with a small hint of jealousy before drawing your attention back to him as Mateo leaves the room.

“You might feel a little sting, first from the rubbing alcohol, and then from the numbing shot for the sutures.” Jack explains, pouring the rubbing alcohol slowly on some gauze and dabbing carefully at your wound. 

Wincing at the pain, you try your best to stay calm and Jack notices instantly. Not only were you flustered by the stinging of the wound, but you were also flustered by Jack’s overwhelming presence and the way he’s looking at you as if you were the only person in the world.

In an attempt to lighten the mood as he grabs the numbing shot, he looks at you and smiles. “You know, if you wanted to see me so soon, you could’ve asked for my number.” He teases, hoping the joke will distract you enough to not notice the pinch of the shot.

It does, as you immediately laugh and blush at the joke, smiling at him. “I was hoping you’d be the one to ask me. I was working, it could’ve been seen as patron harassment.” You joke, laughing a little more as you realize he had already given you the shot, “Hey! You tricked me.”

Jack laughs at your reaction, loving the way your nose scrunched up at the betrayal but also how quickly you were willing to admit you’d wanted him to have asked you for your number. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind next time I head into the library.” He says, smirking as he waits for the numbing to start and ignoring the way he can already feel his need to hear your laugh every day for the rest of his life.

You admire the way his crows' feet appear next to his eyes as he smirks at you, which causes you to fall into looking at his freckles and ultimately just admiring his existence, while Jack was doing the exact same thing.

The only thing that snaps you two out of it is Mateo, knocking and opening the door, making both of you immediately look in opposite directions as Mateo walks in. “Hey, I have the blood panels, everything looks good. I also have your tetanus shot here for you.” He says, smiling.

Jack coughs before smiling, “Good job Mateo. Thank you.” He says, grabbing the suture and needle, before dragging it along your palm, “Did you feel that?” He asks, looking at you once again like you're the only person in the room.

“Nope.” You say, popping the p as you say it, making Jack smile.

“Alright, time to start the suture. Once we’re done, we’ll take out your I.V. give you your shot, and then you should be good to go.” He says, smiling as he begins his sutures.

You look away quickly, deciding to distract yourself with whatever is happening outside the room as Jack focuses on suturing up your wound. Once he’s done, he claps his hands, signaling for you to finally look back and smile.

“Ta-da. All done, and with quite perfect sutures if I do say so myself.” Jack brags, smirking and watching you as Mateo comes over with gauze to wrap around the stitches. “Alright, I am going to go grab your discharge papers while Mateo covers the last steps. Be right back sweetheart.” He says, standing  up and winking at you before heading out the room.

Mateo takes out your I.V. and does your shot, going over how to take care of your stitches and when to come back when Jack walks in. “Alright, well it was great meeting you. Make sure to stay safe out there.” Mateo says walking past Abbott out to the E.R. but not before sending him a quick wink, which makes Abbott roll his eyes and yet smile.

“Here are your papers,” Jack says, handing them to you and making sure your hands brush against each other once again, causing you to blush and smile. “Let’s hope next time we meet on your turf again.” Jack jokes, smiling at you.

You laugh and smile at him. “Thank you, I’ll make sure to be oh so careful from now on.”

Jack smiles and nods before hearing his name get called, “Ah, well, duty calls.” He says, turning to leave.

“Wait!” You shout quickly, walking up to him and grabbing the pen out of his scrub pocket on his chest. You quickly rip off a piece of your discharge paper and scribble down your name and number. “Here, now that I’m the patron, it's more appropriate.” You say, handing him the paper and his pen and winking at him.

Jack laughs, throwing his head back in the process as he takes the paper and pockets it. “Fortune favors the bold, but I’m glad it gave me a second chance.” He says, making you laugh too.

“It looks like it gave us both that second chance.” You say, smiling at him as his name gets called again, causing him to groan before looking at you one last time. 

“I’ll text you as soon as I get the chance.” He says, before quickly leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek and then rushing out. 

You smiled as you walked out of the room as though you were on cloud nine, a nurse coming over to guide you out of the E.R. through the ambulance bay and yet all you could think about was a little text from a very hot attending.

[afterdarkbydel]

soft hearts, sharp aches

Jack Abbot Series Masterlist

Jack Abbot One-Shot Masterlist

Brendon Park Masterlist

John Shen Masterlist

Andrew 'Pope' Cody Masterlist

[juulstheghoul]

I need Jack Abbott so astronomically bad it’s actually insane. I was watching the Pitt and everytime he came on screen I GIGGLED. Somebody sedate me.

[rosierecs13]

𝜗𝜚 Dr Jack Abbot Recs 13

⭒ Masterpost ⭒ 07/20/2026

⭒ The Pitt

⭒ Shawn Hatosy Masterlist

⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02  ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05 ⭒ Part 06 ⭒ Part 07 ⭒ Part 08 ⭒ Part 09 ⭒ Part 10 ⭒ Part 11 ⭒ Part 12 ⭒

Incident masterlist | @violetsnowdropp

The story of Jack losing his leg, and how you both got through it.

i’m always on my own | @pencil-n-pen

your family is in town for the annual ‘parents berating their kids for their decisions’ get together. jack overhears you talking about how much easier it would be if you had a boyfriend to shove in their face, and offers his services. No strings attached, of course.

Through His Stomach | @langdonsbracelets

The only time you get to enjoy your dinner at PTMC is when you head to the roof, only for a certain night shift attending to start joining you.

The Date | @/langdonsbracelets

Jack finally takes you out for that dinner and The Bear date… and a little more.

Young at age, old at soul | @fangirl-dot-com

Imagine | @headkiss

He takes care of you when drunk

imagine | @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

refusing medical help and Robby calls for backup - Jack Abbot…

To build a Home. | @psychotina

Jack would give you anything in the world if you asked for it, but he never expected you to ask to take an abandoned baby home.

Proposal | @barnesdreamcatcher

Like Father, Like daughter | @asawanitrinitysantos

in where you and jack find a baby rabbit while leaving work

Grovelling and Bad Timings | @/asawanitrinitysantos

A tense argument before their shift leaves you and Jack barely speaking—until he corners you in a storage room, stumbling through a sincere (and slightly desperate) apology. Though you forgive him, he sticks close like a guilty puppy, the tension not fully gone. When you’re both called to pediatrics, you effortlessly comfort a frightened child with a dinosaur plushie.

What The Living Owe Each Other | @softseasun

After a quiet, late-night argument in the kitchen, you retreated to bed before anything is resolved. Jack won’t let the night close over something unfinished between you. He never does, not since he learned at the worst possible price what it costs to leave the true thing unsaid.

can we start over?, part 2 | @an-abysma1-0bserver

Jack finally introduced you, his girlfriend, to the Pitt. This is the aftermath.

The crying Angel | @10ava01

during a horrible shift, Jack finds you on the rooftop. While he believes he knows almost everything about you after being together for a while, he realises how untrue it is.

MAROON | @clarktologist

you don’t mean to pop a blood bag onto jack abbot, but you’re surely not complaining. even if he makes it his life mission to fluster you afterwards.

Permissions | @pellucid-constellations

Jack overhears your daughter calling him dad, and his world seems to widen, to make sense. But there are always some bumps in the road when starting a new family, reassurances to be made.

Everything | @/pellucid-constellations

You wake up from surgery, unfamiliar with the man hovering over you. Your husband copes.

Napping with Jack | @dixonlvr

BABY DRAMA ! | @of-apollo

You think that you’re doing an excellent job at keeping yours and Jack’s little secret. And you are! But, when you take a hit at work, a routine question asked by Mel reveals your precious little thing. An excited Mel and Langdon is an unstoppable force, and within the hour, you are faced with more congratulations than you know what to do with.

PITTFEST PHONE-CALLS ! | @/of-apollo

After weeks of begging from Jake and Robby, you finally agree to supervise Jake and Leah at Pittfest. Nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that occurs on the day, and nothing can stop you from trying to help Leah even as a bullet rips through your own body. All that keeps you going is adrenaline and the voice of your husband over the phone.

HE WHO HOVERS ! | @/of-apollo

The ER is not a pleasant place to work when you’re six months pregnant. The constant check-ins from your coworkers and patients is one thing, but the attention from Jack Abbot? That’s another thing entirely, and it thrills and terrifies you all at once.

THE BIRTHDAY BLUES ! | @/of-apollo

One of the worst days you have ever experienced in the ER happens to fall on your birthday. Nothing goes your way, and seconds after you finish your shift, you are sobbing in the passenger seat of Jack Abbot’s car. Luckily, Jack knows how best to remind you that you are so important and so, so loved.

Don’t Let Go | @thislilmindofmine

Jack noticed it. The way she'd flinch at doors slamming, tense up at raised voices. So he slowed his movements around her, watched his tone. And when a patient attacks her, it changes everything.

I Couldn’t Make It Any Harder | @annaevermore

You consider yourself really hard to love, so you try to keep your distance from Jack. He won't have any of it.

Everybody Here Wants You | @/annaevermore

You have everybody's eyes on you, but you only have eyes for Jack.

All Night | @harryscherriess

You’ve had a crush on your attending Jack Abott and in a final effort to get over it, you go on a date but that makes it worse.

An Unusual Night Shift | @memoriescountthemiles

On a usual night shift, your growing feelings for Dr. Jack Abbot are thrown into focus when his ex-fiancée becomes a patient. As professional walls crack, jealousy sparks a confrontation that finally forces the truth into the open—changing your relationship in ways neither of you can ignore.

FINALLY SAID IT. | @crosshajr

in which jack says ‘i love you’ for the first time in the middle of a rough shift.

NOT WHAT I MEANT. | @/crosshajr

in which you and jack have your first small disagreement at work.

NO GOING BACK. | @/crosshajr

in which you notice jack has taken off his wedding ring.

HEAT WAVE. | @/crosshajr

in which jack tries his best to keep you cool during the hottest day of the year.

NIGHT SHIFT SURPRISES. | @/crosshajr

in which you find out you and jack are expecting!

DAD MODE, ACTIVITIED. | @/crosshajr

in which jack starts his journey into fatherhood.

the littlest dr. abbot | @sargeant-bxrnes

jack abbot knows how to run a trauma bay. he knows the protocols and the medicine. but when his daughter decides he's "vedy, vedy sick"? it turns out he’s an even better patient.

Horrible Day | @thatfanficstuff

you have a horrible day and Jack just makes it worse.

Trinity and Dennis | @/thatfanficstuff

Trinity and Dennis ask Jack about his wife

Widow!Jack Masterlist | @/thatfanficstuff

just messin’ with ya | @izzwhatitiz

Jack can't help "tormenting" his favourite nurse.

Up To No Good | @voidsagent

chaos ensues when jack takes himself & your son for a haircut.

Two Under Two | @/voidsagent

jack & your sons surprise you with a day all about you for mother’s day

i’m thinking again… | @/voidsagent

Willing & Able | @/voidsagent

with jack’s mental health deteriorating he tries to pin an accusation on you.

Sticky Notes & Scrub Tops | @/voidsagent

when you start packing lunches for jack, the ED takes notice. not just of the notes you leave, but of the changes in jack too.

sarge and jack | @/voidsagent

Something To Remember | @/voidsagent

you help jack get through a holiday that he finds difficult, an iconic summer party, & share some exciting news.

Gossip…Boy? | @/voidsagent

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

the shape of wanting. | @p1stach-io

you bring jack as your date to a wedding and he brings everything you’ve both been avoiding. 

Hidden Heartbeat | @medusasfics

You find out you’re pregnant, and decide to hide your pregnancy from Jack, because you’re scared he won’t want to be a father.

The Ex and the Epiphany | @/medusasfics

an ex of Jack’s shows up at the PTMC as a patient, wanting him back. He realises his true feelings for you.

Something in the way she moves. | @lionalsowrites

in which jack abbot doesn’t really need to learn new things to impress you.

The Space We Stop, part two | @mcybank

Jack has already decided what he can survive losing. You didn’t realize you weren’t on the list until you weren’t.

Busy Woman | @/mcybank

jack has seen you leave a trail of broken hearts and bad dates, and he’s determined to prove to you that you’re looking for love in all the wrong places. 

LOVE IN A BOTTLE | @eufezco

when meds start disappearing from the er and your best friend langdon becomes responsible for it, your name gets dragged down with his. and your boyfriend, jack, decides to take care of it before it reaches any higher.

PAGING DR. VALENTINE | @/eufezco

working in the pitt is already chaotic, but do it on the valentine's day week is even worse, especially when a pink box covered in glitter suddenly appears in the nurses' station, inviting everyone to drop an anonymous note. you never expected to write one, not for your attending, jack abbot. what you expected even less was jack writing one too.

SIDE BY SIDE | @apertcre

Jack Abbot trusted his daughter; significantly so. When she is out with her friends and doesn't answer her phone, however? He can't help but think he should've been a bit more protective.

1 plus 1 equals 3? | @mistas-bullets

Your first born, Bean wants a baby sister or brother after having a conversation with Mel about her sister.

Mother’s Day | @morguesiren

jack doesn’t know what he should give you for mother’s day until rose gives him an idea; but he ends up being the one getting surprised.

You, Me. Home? | @burgundysnow

Jacks not clumsy, he’s not! But a honest mistake turns into you joking about him needing Home care. He agrees but only if your his primary caregiver….

Blurb | @wynnevee

imagining jack abbot with a toddler that has discovered a new game called “decorate daddy’s prosthetic while he’s asleep” (despite you, her mother’s, best efforts) but she is always so proud of herself, so he just leaves it.

Mommy Makeover | @rimunagenius

high at sunrise | @romanticpursuit

reader and jack have come to terms with being in a situationship after the third attempt of being in a relationship. that title doesn't come out of anyone's mouth, but it's essentially what it is. reader has begun to come to terms with it, but jack has realized he wants more, even if he's the one who agreed to casual.

Secret relationship | @deathreverse

Little Bird | @/deathvalleyqueen

Apartment Seventeen - Series Masterlist | @/deathreverse

Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighbor politics. However, he can’t deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).

broken heart syndrome, part 2, part 3, part 4 | @deawritestuff

your break up with jack causes more than just emotional scars

Sunrise Yoga | @khadijasdiary

nosy reader sees her new neighbor for the first time. fem!reader

let the light in | @douwannaseethewestwithme

Jack has been ignoring you for days and you've finally reached your limit.

Sweet Mornings | @popcornpoppypop

You have a sweet morning with Jack Abbot

Not Just Us Anymore | @veronicalovesmatcha

Sometimes, you need a fresh start, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 | @deathvalleyqueen

the smallest abbot | @starfires-comet

jack maybe sharp, distant, and a little cruel at first, but when his wife shows up to the pitt with contractions, he shows a side that no one but a select few have seen before.

With You, I Serve. | @sweetestcowboy

everyone in the pitt knows how inseparable you and jack were. jack had believed that himself too. so, when one particular case leaves you rattled, he finds it in himself to jump into action. what he didn't expect was to realize he didn't know you quite as well as he thought.

The One Place You Never Belonged | @gragrace

In The Pitt, Dr. Abbot is known for control, precision, and distance. No one believes he has a personal life—let alone a wife. Only Dr. Robby and nurse Dana know the truth.

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