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Synopsis: Where you try SO hard to bond with the guys but they just won’t let you and when you try a different approach you overhear them and it’s not good.
Main Story
Part 1 - Command Me To Be Well
Part 2 - Happier Than Ever
Part 3 - When You're Missing Home - Coming Soon
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Mini Stories
I'll break every bone in your body while naming them
Part 1 Part 2
𖥻 Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader x Higurama Hiromi
Summary. As a last hail mary to save your crumbling marriage with Nanami Kento, he whisks you away to the most romantic city in the world– Paris. One final chance of reminding you why you fell in love with the man you barely knew anymore. But that plan backfires when you meet Higuruma Hiromi, a much older and much more experienced divorce attorney who wouldn’t mind helping you out of your unhappy marriage.
𖥻 Tags. Angst angst angst, drama, Bisexual awakening for nanami kento, hurt/comfort(later), reader is bitchy rn but you'll find out why, mutual pining, smut with plot, more tba.
Credits. Art by ilameys on twt, dividers by @angeliicide
You remembered the first sunrise you spent married to Nanami Kento.
White, stained sheets cascaded across worshipped skin as if soothing your newly welcomed aches and sores. The same aches that seemed to bleed away as you were greeted by soft, hazel-colored eyes.
Rose-tinted glasses must really be a thing, because you let that love and attention make its way deep into your heart until it blinded you from any wrong your husband could do.
Only recently– and now especially– have you come to realize that there was a blurry line between love and convenience. And you were very convenient.
“Do you need anything?”
You’re snapped out of your daze as you avert your eyes from the view outside of the plane and towards the man sitting beside you. “Huh? No, I’m fine.”
Nanami stares at you, eyes raking you up and down for any sign of discomfort. The kind that isn't caused by him, that is.
You force yourself to go back to staring at the fading city below you before you could say anything else. You refuse to give him anything. Maybe help him realize that there is nothing that could make up for every cold night where you were left eating alone, sleeping beside cold pillows and waking up beside borrowed warmth. As if he was a ghost in the house the two of you built.
Maybe you were the ghost, hanging onto the last threads of life that he brought you. It was hard to tell.
A few minutes go by, and you could still feel the rigid air between the two of you, thick enough to cut with a knife but not enough to suffocate the life out of you. You really wish it would.
“You’ve been staring out the window for almost twenty minutes,” he says after a moment much too short for your liking, voice calm but tight. “I thought you might want something to drink.”
“I said I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to sound irritated,” he says.
“Maybe I am irritated.”
That finally shuts him up again, much to your relief.
The flight is a long one, spent in silence as you try to ignore the aching in your heart, the dragging of every beat weighing on your ribs. The silence is occasionally cut by Nanami trying to make conversation, before he's quickly shut down.
“I’m trying,” he says carefully. “This trip is supposed to help us.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Nanami frowns slightly. “We already went over this, didn’t we?”
You keep your eyes locked on a stray cloud out the window, never meeting his. “Did we?”
A tired sigh escapes his lips, no doubt a furrow already forming between his brows. Still, he refuses to give up the ‘sad, regretful husband trying to make it up to you’ act. “We both agreed that time away from work–”
“Your work.” You interrupted, reminding him that he’s the only one who spends ungodly amounts of time on his career. Reminding him that you did everything else while leaving space for him– space he never cared to fill.
His lips purse into a line as his voice comes out a little more strained this time. “–My work, would do good for the both of us.”
“Did you realize that now, or did you know that the entire time?” Came your clipped answer, voice dull as you mulled over your actual importance to the man you call your husband.
Your soon-to-be ex-husband sucks in a breath, glancing around to the aisle opposite of the two of you. “Don’t be difficult, it's hard to do this as it is–”
Your head snapped to meet his irritated gaze. “Hard to do what?”
That seemed to humble him, enough to have him shrink in his seat and look like he regretted even getting on the plane. Good.
“Hard to do what, Kento?” You repeated.
His voice was much calmer this time, much softer. “..make it up to you.”
You lean back into your seat, “Is it?” your arms cross against your chest, tone sarcastic. “I wouldn't have guessed.”
The plane hums steadily around you, the low engine noise filling the silence that follows. Your conversation wasn’t exactly hushed, but you didn’t care if you gave the rest of the passengers a glimpse into some reality show.
Luckily, he finally seems to take the hint and shut up in his seat for a while. By the time the captain announces the descent into Paris, another reason is on your list on why this won’t work.
Nanami straightens in his seat as the plane begins to lower.
“Make sure your seatbelt is secure,” he says automatically.
You blink. “I’m not a child.”
“Right, sorry.”
When the wheels finally hit the runway, the subtle jolt travels through the cabin. People around you begin shifting, gathering bags, turning on their phones.
Nanami stands as soon as the seatbelt sign turns off.
“Stay seated,” he says, already reaching for the overhead compartment. “I’ll get your bag.”
“I can–”
“I’ve got it.”
Your suitcase comes down a moment later. You let out a short exhale before muttering a quiet “Thankyou.”
He lets you walk in front of him, and as the line advances, he places his hand at the small of your back to guide you forward. You couldn’t help but straighten your back further, but accept the gesture anyway.
Nanami had always done it. In every crowd during every date, a hand is around your waist or on the small of your back. You hadn’t felt it again for months before today, not before you had left divorce papers on the table of his study. Somewhere you knew he’d see, because god knows he’d barely glance anywhere else. You included.
At the airport, you’re practically treated like royalty. As if it were your honeymoon again. He retrieves the luggage, calls a taxi and checks the hotel reservation.
It made your heart swell to see him so attentive again, yet the feeling was hammered down with the question, ‘how long would this last?’ A month? A year? Would it be the slow fade like before, how every date was rescheduled until there were none at all?
“Are you tired?” he asks as the car drives through the glowing evening streets of Paris. “We can rest before dinner if you’d prefer.”
“I’m fine.”
“Hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Do you want to see the city tonight or–”
“Kento.”
He stops talking immediately, and you turn slightly in your seat to face him.
“I’m fine. Let’s just get dinner over with already.”
You almost pity the taxi driver who had to sit in that awkward silence for the 15 minutes that felt way too long.
Nanami chose the restaurant, of course. Something elegant but not overly extravagant, tucked along a softly lit street where the glow of warm lanterns reflected against polished windows.
The dinner was quick, not quick enough though. The whispers of lovers around you and their hushed promises felt like salt on an open wound, all the while neither of you could start a conversation without it adding onto the crumbling weight of separation.
“How was the flight for you?”
“It was a flight.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
“A little.”
He nods. You have a piece of your food halfway in your mouth when he tries again.
“The hotel concierge mentioned a river walk nearby,” he says, cutting into his meal. “We could see it tomorrow evening if you’d like.”
You don’t look up from your plate.
“Sure.”
Paris glows around you as you make your way to the hotel, beautifully lit buildings and streets. Yellows and oranges reflecting against cobblestone paths as couples ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ in cafe’s and on the streets themselves.
Nanami walks slightly beside you rather than ahead, his pace unconsciously matching yours. His hand brushes against yours a few times, and you gently pull away.
The hotel is just as elegant as you expected. Marble floors, tall windows, soft lighting that makes everything feel warm and expensive. The receptionist greets Nanami politely as he confirms the reservation.
It was a beautiful hotel room, one you’d expect from a luxurious place like this. One large bed, a cuck couch instead of a chair, large windows and a marble-white bath. The two of you settle in awkwardly, on opposite ends of the bed as you keep your back turned.
You feel the bed dip closer to you as Nanami’s chest is nearly flush with your back. Your body tenses as he places a soft kiss to the side of your head.
“Goodnight, love.”
You hold in a breath. “Goodnight.”
He stays in place for a while, mulling over his loud thoughts. “Could I.. hold you tonight?”
You bite your lip, hoping he didn’t notice the erratic pounding of your heartbeat. The burn of want and need and love that had been put aside so so many times. “Not tonight, Kento.” Your voice was the softest it had ever been for this entire trip, a fleeting comfort in a sea of awkward and stiff conversation.
“Alright.” He shuffles back to his side of the bed, giving you the space you’d asked for. He knows you don’t want to face him right now, he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness quite yet. Nanami knew that you of all people never deserved to feel unloved when he promised anything but that.
You used to wish for nights like this, once upon a time. Where Nanami would come home early and the two of you would fall asleep together for once, instead of you waking up to shushing and a kiss on the cheek at an ungodly hour.
It takes a while for you to fall asleep, a restless knocking at the back of your head instead of the gentle lull of comfort you used to always feel whenever you slept beside Kento. Sleep came eventually though, a dreamless luxury before sunlight filtered into the room.
For a moment, you forget where you are. Like a kitten crawling its way out of a weighted blanket, all scruff and no thoughts.
Then the faint sound of running water reaches your ears. The bathroom door opens a moment later, and Nanami steps out already dressed for the day. His hair is slightly damp from the shower, suit jacket resting neatly over one arm.
“You’re awake,” he says.
You push yourself upright slightly.
“What time is it?”
“Eight.”
You groan, moving hair out of your face. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I thought you could sleep in for a bit. Yesterday was tiring, after all.” He answers, grabbing his watch and securing it to his wrist. Didn’t you get him that for your first anniversary?
“..Thanks.” You stretch and get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to wash up.
“There’s a breakfast bar downstairs,” he starts. “I thought we could go together.”
You pause mid-step, hesitation creeping in before you nod. “Okay.”
The dining area downstairs is bright and lively compared to the heavy quiet that clung to the two of you the night before. Sunlight pours through the tall windows lining the walls, washing the room in a soft golden glow that reflects off polished silverware and neatly arranged glasses. It does well in easing the tension between the two of you, but not by much.
Nanami pours you a cup of coffee, getting it ready just how you like it before making his own.
He slides the cup toward you across the table with a small, almost habitual motion—one that feels oddly familiar despite everything that’s happened between you.
You blow gently at the whiffs of steam curling around and disappearing into thin air.
“Thanks.”
You sit across from each other again, the table between you small enough that you could easily reach across it if either of you tried. You noticed the way Kento’s hand twitched when your hand rested against the side of the table, almost reaching out before holding himself back.
There's two matching croissants on your plate and his, and tension be damned, you were going to enjoy the damn food of Paris even if it's the last thing you do in this marriage.
And enjoy it you did, you groan at the first bite. A burst of sweetness and tanginess feeling like heaven on your tongue. “God, this is good.”
Nanami finally smiles, small but genuine. “They’re French,” he says. “They’d better be.”
You huff a quiet laugh before you can stop yourself, Nanami’s smile growing at finally hearing it. “Yeah, I guess so.” You answer, biting your cheek before you continue. “You should try yours, it's good.”
He nods before turning his attention to his own pastry, taking a reasonable bite before his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, it is good.”
“See?” you affirmed. “We should get another before going out today.”
Nanami finishes chewing, already eyeing the other loaves of bread and cakes displayed. “That sounds good.” he started. “The staff mentioned a few places we could sightsee today, it would be good to bring some snacks.”
“Yeah.”
It feels nice, getting to talk and open up again. As if everything was normal. The conversation flows for a little while, the itinerary for the next week or so, your preferences for each of them.
But paradise is a fleeting thing, you’ve come to learn. Nanami Kento is a busy man, and while you are one of his priorities, you aren’t the only one. His phone rings, and it cuts the conversation short.
He glares at the device, before flashing you a pained expression. “I’m sorry, I have to–”
“Go,” Your voice is cold again, a slump to the energy you no longer had. “It’s fine.”
He lets it ring for a moment more, mouth opening and closing again before he picks it up and walks away. His croissant is half eaten, getting colder by the second.
“I’ll only be a minute.”
Minute your ass, it had already been five, and then ten, and then fifteen. The room continues to buzz with life as you feel stuck in the middle of it, the only one left alone in a city made for two.
You sigh quietly, stirring the untouched coffee in your cup even though the warmth has long since faded.
Eventually, you push your chair back and stand, grabbing your cup only to set it back down again after realizing you’ve lost interest in finishing it. You did finish the croissant though.
If he’s going to be a while– and experience tells you he will be– there’s no point sitting there like some poor housewife waiting for a crumb of attention. By no means were you that pathetic, and even after all these years in that kind of marriage, you still had some self-respect to protect.
You wander toward the hotel lounge area instead, letting the noise of the breakfast room fade behind you as you move into the quieter part of the lobby. You stumble upon a narrower corridor, one leading into a hidden balcony with a beautiful view.
The street below is already alive with the gentle bustle of the morning. People walking with paper cups of coffee, bicycles gliding past, the distant clatter of dishes from a nearby cafe preparing for the day.
You step outside and rest your hands against the cool metal railing, breathing in slowly.
For a moment, the tight knot sitting in your chest loosens just enough for you to enjoy the quiet beauty of the view. Even if there was something telling you that you weren’t supposed to be enjoying it alone.
A faint sting of cigarette smoke drifts in front of your face, and your nose crinkles instantly. Smoking? This early? The bitter scent hits the back of your throat before you could get any semblance of where it was coming from, and you cough as you step back from the railing.
You wave a hand in front of your face, glancing around until you meet someone else’s eyes.
A man stands a few feet away near the far corner of the balcony, leaning casually against the rail with a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He hadn’t made much noise when you walked out, and in your distraction you’d somehow missed him entirely.
“Oh.” His brows lift slightly as he straightens. “Sorry.” Without hesitation, he flicks the cigarette against the edge of the railing and presses it out completely, dropping the remains into a nearby ashtray.
You wave a hand lightly, still clearing your throat.
“It’s fine.”
And it is, really. The smoke fades quickly once the cigarette is gone, leaving only the faint scent of tobacco lingering in the air. The chocolate-eyed man settles back against the railing again, though now with his hands empty.
You take a few steps forward again, leaning against the railing to admire the view. Minus the cigarette smoke. You try to hold onto the calm that the landscape offers.
It lasts all of thirty seconds. Then the weight in your chest comes rushing back.
The sigh escapes before you can stop it, heavy and exhausted as you lean forward slightly against the railing. After another moment, you drag both hands up over your face and bury your forehead in your palms.
God.
What a mess you were.
Beside you, the man glances over. “Long day?”
You huff out a humorless laugh from behind your hands. “What gave it away?”
There's a twitch in his lips, a quiet scoff resting against them. “Well,” he says calmly, folding his arms against the railing beside him, “most people don’t sigh like that while standing on a balcony in Paris, of all places.”
Your hands drop to look at him, and you finally laugh for real this time. “..That’s true.”
The man hums in agreement, you never got his name, but you’d guess it was a pretty one. He was certainly not from around here, a tourist just like yourself. Tired eyes and a crisp suit, gelled hair and a well-shaped nose.
For a moment he seems like he might leave it at that. His fingers tap lightly against the railing as he looks out over the city again, expression thoughtful. “If it helps,” he clears his throat, “you and me both.”
“Ha!” You scoff, wrapping your hands behind your neck. “And it's not even noon.”
He shakes his head, offering a sheepish, almost shy smile. “Yeah.” He faces you fully now, breeze blowing through gaps and into your hair, a greeting of something new.
“Hiromi Higuruma, nice to meet you.” He straightens slightly and finally turns toward you fully, extending a hand in polite introduction.
You don’t know why you did it, maybe it was in shame or embarrassment. Maybe because you already saw something better here. But you slipped your ring off, the band resting against your palm as you took his hand with the other.
You introduce yourself in return, expecting the interaction to end there.
He's quite amusing, polite but charming, in a way. A reminder of what your husband was. But he was a little more jaded, a little more honest with the way he treated the world in front of him.
It was a nice, easy conversation for once. A literal breath of fresh air from all the strained talks you had with your husband. Husband. The word left a bitter taste in your tongue now, something that you’d rather be replaced with cigarette smoke and tobacco. Not that you’d realize it now.
Right now, it was just a stranger turned acquaintance. Someone to keep you company when the company left you for work calls.
The conversation was cut off by your name being called, and hotel doors sliding open behind the two of you.
You glance back, guilty like a criminal, in shock like a deer in headlights. “Kento?”
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Every time I hear a showrunner say some shit about how the reason he doesn't want to write his male slashbait duo into a romantic relationship is because "their bond is so powerful and profound that it transcends sex or romance" I want to ask him, "Does your wife know your bond with her is too weak and shallow to transcend sex and romance? Or do you not fuck her either, because you love her too much?"
You cannot talk about homophobia without also talking about misogyny. It is baked in.
Okay @grymrayven, thanks for the inspo pic! This was really hard and I hope I did it justice.
Jareth x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ but nothing explicit. Forced marriage.
Summary | You’re dreaming… aren’t you?
A fire snaps and pops, giving you some relief from the dark and cold room. You aren’t sure how you found yourself here, in this castle, let alone in a place that you swear is a fever dream. No amount of pinching yourself or blinking does any good.
You know he’ll be back.
For now, you pace your room, pausing by the fire to warm your skin and take the chill off. You aren’t sure who lit it. Maybe it was him or the grubby servants that seem to follow him everywhere, giving small grunts when you had tried to get their attention when you’d heard them outside the heavy door.
You try to forget how quickly he’d entered your room, giving you a curious look like you were something to be studied under glass, lifting your chin up to inspect your features.
”Pretty,” he had said, his thumb brushing against your lip before he raised an eyebrow. “You’ll do.”
Before you had even had a chance to ask what he meant, he had left the room in a flourish. Hurried footsteps had followed.
Whispers behind him.
Something about King something.
Not that it mattered.
You made a promise to yourself that you were going to get out of here.
Your bed is near the window and you stand on top of it, on your tiptoes on the lumpy mattress to look out the small window. All you can see is darkness and a small bit of light. Your fingers wrap around the small bars, giving them a hard tug. They don’t move, which only enrages you further as you pull at them harder.
You freeze when you feel someone behind you.
”Now, now,” the man says with a shake of his head. “Trying to leave when we haven’t even been properly introduced.”
You gasp, looking at the locked door.
”How…” you trail off. “How did you get in here?”
He gives you a slow grin.
”That, my dear,” he says, extending his hand to you. “Is my own little secret. Now, if you wouldn’t mind coming off that bed, I’d like to properly introduce myself.”
Your hand goes to his and you step down from the bed, giving him a look. The way he’s dressed, black boots, gray pants, white billowy shirt and a black vest makes you pause.
He gives you a dramatic bow.
”I am Jareth,” he says, his eyes flickering up to yours. “And you, my pretty thing, will be my Queen.”
Your eyes go wide at his words, your breath leaving your body.
”What?”
He kisses your hand, standing at his full height, looking down at you.
”It’s quite simple, really. You’ll be my bride.”
”And if I refuse?”
He gives you a cool smile.
“I don’t want to have to discuss such… discipline. You’ll be a good girl and do as I say.”
His hand tightens around yours and you know this isn’t a dream.
My best friend hasn't congratulated me, the power went out, my favorite place to eat is conveniently closed for today (despite telling me they open daily), there's nothing in the house to prepare, my brother is mad because of "reasons"...
I dressed up to feel better but started sweating a lot so I felt uncomfortable at least my makeup is cute...
I'll break every bone in your body while naming them pt.2
A story of an army doctor... and how they learn to take your strength into account.
So it's been a whileeeeee jaja i'm so so sorry but i hope this makes up a bit for it. I promise to post the 3rd part soon. It's short but it's the best i have until the next part
Platonic!T.F.141 x reader, Minor Injuries , bit of OOC T.F. 141, pining!reader, Sexual Harassment (they get what they deserve), Not proofread
MASTERLIST Part 1
You still had the man’s arm in your hold, bending it in a way it wasn’t supposed to go.
The dangerous tone in your voice and the pained shout of the man was the only thing the boys needed to spring into action, Simon pushed the man he was holding backwards and fell into a nearby table, Price held another man off while trying to get to you, Kyle helped him and Johnny arrived just in time to prevent another man to grab you.
The fight was not as intense as it could’ve been, the boys pulling their strength not to fatally injure any of the drunk men but still they landed a few punches which will definitely bruise, at one moment or another the boys placed themselves in front of you as protective as they could.
At the commotion the bouncer and some extra security.
Luckily for you the bartender vouched for you and as an apology gave you a free bottle of whiskey but still asked you to leave as it was the pub’s policy, he assured you though that you could return just as long as you don’t get in more trouble. John gave an apologetic smile and thanked the man but still was high in adrenaline and the fury in his eyes had not dwindled.
Once you were back at the truck, you sat in silence, your lip was definitely busted, a punch out of nowhere from one of the drunks had you stumbling back but thanks to Simon it didn’t get any further. You're pretty sure all of them would need to go to the hospital, the boys almost beating them harder after that.
The boys were all intact years of training and combat making themselves known right there and there. The whole ride back to base was silent, you felt embarrassed. The sting in your knuckles was a reminder of the lost composure you had at the pub.
The silence was so loud and the grip the captain had on the steering wheel was so tight you could almost see his knuckles turning white in the darkness of the road.
- I…-
-Don’t apologize- Came the voice of the captain in the front. It came out a bit harsher than intended and you flinched a bit.
Simon sighed loudly.
-’s no yer fault, so don’ ye dare apologize-.
-Thank you- your voice comes in a whisper -For having my back-
A sigh of relief comes over your body
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⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: nanami x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, praise kink, spitting (in audio), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni
NANAMI is much more focused on your pleasure than than his. however, he is vocalllll. his voice is so low and intense it just makes your whole body shiver.
as professional as he is, he sounds like he’s barely holding it together voice heavy, slow grunts punched out of him like it’s too good to stay quiet..
“there. just like that.”
he fucks you like a man with a mission. hand on your waist, forehead to yours, slow strokes that go so deep you forget how to breathe. he groans low and rough in your ear when you clench around him.
Summary: Reader visits her partner Jack in the ED to drop off his lunch catching the excited attention of all of his colleges much to his chagrin
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None! Just super cute fluff
Author’s Note: My first Pitt Fic! Basically, a short simple grumpy x sunshine reader cause I had the idea. Everyone in the Pitt loves the reader and Jack pretends to hate that, but everyone knows better. Again my first Pitt fic so any and all feedback appreciated and I hope you enjoy!
To say Jack was surprised to see you at Dana’s desk was an understatement.
He had just left you a little over an hour ago, a silent kiss to your temple, a murmured I love you into your hair, a cup of coffee left in his wake on the countertop so it was cooled down by the time you got up, the same as every day. You were still asleep when he left could you have woken up with something? Did he miss something last night?
His head was so full of the hypothetical he didn’t take the extra second to acknowledge how at ease your body language was as you leaned against the tall desk, a soft smile on your lips as you nodded along to whatever Dana was saying.
Instead, he immediately crossed the ED in a few steps, sliding a hand to the small of your back to grab your attention, cutting of Dana’s story without a second thought.
“Hey what’re you doing here are you okay?”
Your eyes flickered briefly to his, the corners of your mouth pulling up slightly at his appearance as you grabbed his bicep and gave it a small squeeze. “Yeah don’t worry I’m fine” before immediately refocusing on Dana, silently signaling her to continue.
Dana, however, as she normally does, knew better, a look shared between the two women as she stayed silent and instead focused on Jack, the man himself having not moved his gaze from your form for a second.
Pinching your shirt at the waist softly he gave it a small tug, physically pulling your attention back to him as his eyes scanned your face “is it that headache you had the other night? Is it back? I can bump you up the CT line”
“Honey” you cut him off with that small laugh that always had his chest warming “I promise I’m fine I texted you like an hour ago to meet me in the parking lot, you just forgot your lunch”
He could physically feel the relief hit his system at your words, his shoulders dropping as he finally took a deep breath, his next words tumbling off his tongue before he could put any thought to them “you didn’t have to-“
But just as he knew you would, you cut him off with a shrug and the same words you always used when he tried to dodge being taken care off “I know but I wanted to”
He couldn’t have fought the fond smile off his face if he had tried, something he knew he was going to get shit over from Dana and inevitably Robby later. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were here have you been waiting long?”
“No I’ve been talking to Dana” And it was so entirely you the way you stated it like it was obvious. As if this little act of kindness in going out of your way to get him food hadn’t hijacked your entire morning. He was nearly overwhelmed by the desire to pull you into him, barely registering the way you pivoted back to Dana at the mention of her name.
“A conversation we absolutely will be finishing” spoken like a threat that had the charge nurse chuckling, “drinks later? Location and time TBD?”
“Sounds good kid”
And maybe it was a little selfish of him to want you just to himself in that moment, to pull you out of the Pitt to get even just two minutes of you alone. But Jack had found over the past year that he liked being selfish when it came to you “Oh and Langdon was looking for you earlier if you haven’t seen him yet”
“You spoke to Langdon too” he’ll admit to only faking part of the exasperation in his tone that had you giggling.
“He’s got a new puppy” you protested with a grin “what was I supposed to do? Not ask to see photos”
“You’re right ridiculous question” he conceded easily, “now aren’t you supposed to be at work”
And Jack relished the way he knew what your exact reaction would be seconds before you made it, the way your eyes widened almost comically before you reached for his arm, pulling his watch specifically into your line of sight, Jack using the momentum to press a quick kiss to your temple before he could think any better of it.
“Shit I’m gonna be late” You groaned softly, Jack chuckling at the action.
“I mean it, you didn’t have to bring my lunch in today”
“Please we both know you wouldn’t eat anything if I hadn’t” you brushed him off thoughtlessly before brightening and exclaiming “oh before I forget”. Suddenly you were pulling back from him, reaching deeply into your bag and rummaging slightly before pulling out a fistful of protein bars “give these to Dennis”
“To Dennis” he repeated with a raised brow as you pushed them into his chest.
“Yeah Dennis, well except for the chocolate ones”
“You want me to give these to my med student” he repeated with another exasperated sigh.
Again you responded exactly like he hoped you would, a giggle and a teasing push against his chest “yes except for the chocolate ones he doesn’t like those he likes the fruit ones. He won’t tell you that though, he’ll gladly take them all but he’s just being nice about it because he doesn’t want to offend you”
He couldn’t help but appreciate how well you seemed to fit into his life. How you’d forged relationships with each member of the Pitt’s team that existed wholly outside of him. It was tough now to believe there existed a time when he had been hesitant to introduce you to the chaos of the Pitt given how you now had seemed to adopt each member of his chosen family on your own.
His train of thought was effectively cut off as he watched your gaze suddenly deviate from him to something behind him, the corner of your mouth ticking up as you took one of the bars back from his grasp and yelled across the room “Dennis”
The poor kid looked terrified for a brief moment as he spun around before breaking out into a relieved grin once his eyes landed on you.
That was all the acknowledgement you needed before you were throwing the bar at him, Whittaker to his credit only looking panicked for a brief moment before he was effortlessly catching the bar, grinning down at his new snack appreciatively once he had it “Thank you Mrs. Abbot”
“Not my name” you corrected breezily with a wave “but bug Jack if you want more I’m giving him the rest”
“Great now if you’re done upsetting the natural order of my ED don’t you have work to get to” Jack cut in with fake exasperation.
“Natural order of the Pitt” you scoffed “that’s an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one”
Your comment had Dana snorting as she didn’t even bother to try hiding the fact that she had been eavesdropping on your conversation up to this point.
“Yeah yeah now get out of here” he rolled his eyes with a fond smile “one of us has to make sure our bills our paid this month”
“I’m going I’m going” you groaned with a matching eye roll, pushing up slightly onto your toes and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, pulling away much too quickly for Jack’s liking with a whispered I love you.
Then you were gone, headed back the way you came leaving nothing but the soft scent of your perfume in the air around him as Jack forced his eyes down to the chart in his hands, pointedly ignoring Dana’s gaze.
Just when he thought he was going to be trapped in the inevitable teasing of his charge nurse Dr. King came running up to the station, Jack more than happy to turn his attention to her and ready to distract himself with whatever case had her moving so fast.
Instead, however, Mel’s expression with brimming with barely contained excitement, her gaze searching everywhere around Jack but never properly landing on the man himself “Was that Y/N I heard? Is she here?”
With a disbelieving huff, Jack went back to his chart “you just missed her”
“No she’s by the door with Robby” Dana cut in with a smile, enjoying the way Jacks neck nearly snapped as he whipped his gaze across the ED to where you now stood with Robby, talking animatedly about something while the older man listened with a smile on his face and hands in his pockets, looking much more relaxed than the two of them usually saw him within the department.
Mel peeled off without a second word to either of them, the pair watching the way your expression lit up once more as you recognized her as she approached.
“You gonna correct that” Dana nodded vaguely in your direction, her and Jack leaning onto the counter of the nurse’s station from opposite sides watching you give Mel an enthusiastic high five over whatever story she had rushed over to tell you.
“Probably talk to everyone at some point” Jack shrugged in response “the Pitt can’t afford to come to a screeching halt every time she so much as walks in the doors”
“No dumbass” Dana admonishes with a dramatic groan “it’s good the way everyone brightens up when she’s here. God knows we could use some positivity around here. I mean Whitaker’s comment about the wrong name”
“I mean she’s already told him to call her by her first name but I could talk to him-“
Dana silenced Jack with a glare, the attending turning his attention back to you from across the room as you eagerly talked to Mel and Robby.
“Was thinking about asking Robby to go ring shopping with me this weekend” he admitted softly “Scale of 1-10 how bad of an idea is that”
“Not where I thought this story was going but love is love so I support-“ now it was Jack’s turn to silence Dana with a glare, the charge nurse enjoying way too much the way the tips of his ears colored at the admission.
“a seven” she mused with a shrug, turning her attention back to you as you finally said goodbye to the two doctors “maybe a six” she let the silence settle around them and watched as Jack eyed her with a skeptical glare from her periphery “invite me along and I can keep it below a three”
Jack studied her for a second, crossing his arms over his chest before nodding softly “done”
Dana fought to keep the grin off her face as Robby finally started to make his way towards the two of them, Jack catching him slipping an awfully familiar looking protein bar into the pocket of his sweatshirt “Jesus how many of those does she have”
Robby shrugged with a chuckle, eyes casting up to the board above the desk as he did so “she mentioned something about having extra chocolate ones”
“I saw her slipping Santos bags of trail mix earlier if you’d prefer that” Dana chimed in with a smirk as Jack huffed dramatically.
“did everyone get to talk to her but me this morning?”
“You get her every day, stop being so selfish” Robby clasped his shoulder with a smug grin, giving it a soft shake.
“Selfish” Jack repeated under his breath with a shake of his head, eyes going up to the board to pick out his next case as he did so “god forbid I want to spend time with my future wife”
He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until the Pitt around him seemed to go unnaturally quiet. Casting his gaze back down he caught Robby and Dana sharing pointed, amused looks before turning their teasing grins back on him.
All he could get out was a simple “no” before he was storming off to the closest room, refusing to acknowledge the way Robby yelled out a threat after him “We will be talking about this later”
Romanticizing your own loneliness and turning it into a cool girl thing only works for like a few months and then it just becomes a throbbing black hole i think. Not that ive ever experienced anything like that
I'll break every bone in your body while naning them pt.1
A story of an army doctor... and how they learn to take your strength into account.
Ok, im so so so sooooo sorry for not updating, life has been chaos lately but but but i bring to you a tiny story about the time someone tried to fuck around and found out.
Platonic!T.F.141 x reader, Minor Injuries , bit of OOC T.F. 141, pining!reader, Sexual Harassment (they get what they deserve), Not proofread
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So medic!reader who’s all sunshine and cutey and nice, all soft curves and chubby cheeks and soft giggles but… strong. Like FREAKISHLY strong, there’s a reason your threat to Johnny wasn’t taken lightly by the others, they’ve seen you and they KNOW that you absolutely will do it.
What happened? Well it went like this:
One of the rare night’s out where you’re allowed a tiny leave you went to the pub with the guys, them being a little reluctant to you being there but at the end won over by puppy eyes and a promised first round.
We ALL know that civilian clothes do wonders for the boys, not really their usual outfits but …
GOOOOOD
The black jeans hugging Ghost’s powerful thighs and the deep gray loose hoodie (god knows where he got it cause… THAT’S a BIG MAN)covering almost every inch of skin. His blonde hair covered by a black cap with a few tufts peeking out of it, his face covered by a black surgical mask along with his black combat boots already making him look as his usually sexy scary self. Not that you were looking…
Johnny wore khaki shorts and mountain trainers (why? Idk he looks like a guy who would do it uwu specially if it’s cold af) A loose white t-shirt, though “loose” it’s a mild way to put it… The man is built like a tank (he has massive pillowy strong titties, fight me) so the shirt expands across his well formed chest, letting the fabric drop over his stomach. And don’t even get me started on the way the sleeves FIGHT to stay in one piece, his arms are almost the size of your face, his biceps bulging with every flex aaaand maybe stoooop staring.
Kyle decided on a bit more of a soft approach, dark blue jeans that seemed a bit too tight but not as intense as Ghost’s but still it was a nice view from the back, the light brown sweater he had on concealed a bit of the muscles he had built over the years,
Key Word: A bit.
The sweater bulged over the muscles of his arms and hugged his toned chest in every perfect way. Along with his freshly groomed mustache and beard… Kyle was a vision; the warm energy he exuded was enough to send your head spinning in the most delicious way.
The captain had a navy blue t-shirt, his strong arms making it seem tighter than intended, although not as tight as Johnny’s, the small pudge of belly hanging beautifully over his dark blue jeans, the dark brown belt and trainer boots tying it all together. His mutton chops recently groomed making him look even hotter than he already is (I swear to GOD Price has me on a chokehold 😍 Such a fine MAN 🤤)
Walking down the road to the jeep issued for your unit, you missed the glances headed your way from the boys, a cute warm baby pink sweater exposing your neckline and some of your shoulders, the cleavage stopping just right above your chest line, sleeves rolled up a bit to prevent them from getting in the way, tight ripped clear blue jeans paired with pink converse make you look even younger than you were, your (h/c) pulled back a bit just enough to get the hair out of your face by pins with a few strands falling from them. The boys knew that you’re a beautiful girl, seeing you in the more laid back outfit without the military issued uniform had them quickly looking away when you turned to look at them.
You took the middle seat with Kyle and Johnny by your sides, Simon climbed in at the copilot seat and the captain was driving.
The drive to the pub was calm with a small talk with Kyle about the type of music you both enjoyed, Johnny joined in the conversation every now and then , Price smiled a bit at the sight of you getting along better with the team and even felt his grip on the wheel loosen a bit but he knew it was only temporary. Simon tried really hard to maintain his eyes on the road but his eyes couldn’t help but to deviate to the rear view mirror where he had a perfect view of your jean clad legs, the fat of your thighs relaxing against the hard seat of the jeep making it really hard for him to tear his eyes away.
However Simon was not the only one to notice the soft edges of your body moving and jiggling with the movement of the truck
Johnny had his arm placed around your headrest and everytime he turned to join the conversation he felt his side squishing you and it felt so good, the urge to just hug you by the waist and bury his head in your pretty tummy was… Intense
He was known to be some sort of a flirt and had a very friendly way with people, but lately he was being a bit short with you. You attributed it to the stress of the missions so when the opportunity came to take some sort of leave you took the chance, much to the starting annoyance of the team. They still treated you kindly but it was kind of disheartening.
When you arrived at the pub Kyle helped you down the van and offered his arm for you to take
- Such a gentleman, Sarge.-
You smiled up at him and took his arm into yours, your other hand resting over it. Your chest pressing against his arm was so soft and so warm, he felt himself blush as he smiled back at you.
Once inside it seemed like they had a designated table, the bartender smiled up at them and wave them at a tabla at the back
-I’ll be right there boys!- a cute smile adorning his features he seemed well acquainted with them
John thanked him and led the way to the table with Simon and Johnny following behind both you and Kyle announced you were going for the drinks. The guys shouted back at you what they wanted and you headed up to the bar.
As you were walking a sudden slap at your booty had you wiping your head so fast Kyle thought you might snap your neck. It was all so sudden so you didn’t had the chance to pinpoint who the bastard was, but Kyle did.
An older man with obviously a lot to drink laughed loudly at your face along with his friends, Kyle immediately went up to grab him but the friends of the other men had you surrounded in a matter of moments.
-What’s tha matta, soldier boy? Yer net gonna tell me that fat ass wasn made to be slap’d aroun’ aren’t ya?-
If the look full of fury didn’t kill the man the right hook to the chin must definitely brought him to the edge of it. Thanks to the booze the friends of the drunk man had little time to react before they realized it wasn’t the man that threw the first punch…
It was you…
The strength of your punch was enough for the man to just fall to the ground with a Thump and gave enough time for the rest of your squad to get to where you were at.
The way you looked at the man had him scared enough to try and run away.
Emphasis on "Try"
Simon grabbed the man by his collar and picked him up, you couldn’t really make out what he was saying, given that one of the drunk friends tried to lounge at you.
To their utter surprise they saw you fling that man over your head and into the ground nearly hitting his head against the edge of the table
- By all means, keep doing something stupid. Im begging you to give me the excuse -...
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