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Hiii! Can i please request a fic for jack abott x reader where shes like an intern or med student and jack really likes her cos shes so bubbly and full of sunshine but also really smart. But then idk, smth happens and everyone finds out shes DECKED OUT in tattoos and everyones shocked n jack just straight up loves it (not sure if dr abott would be one for tattoos but, a girl likes to dream). Thank youuuu :)
💞Tags/Warnings💞: age gap, work place crush, sunshine x sunshine protector, fluff, not just friends/not yet lovers..
💞Plot💞: Y/N’s got a few nicknames around the Pitt. ‘Fluff’, ‘Sunny’, ‘Bubbles’. But Jack Abbot’s about to call her something entirely new. ‘Hot’.
💞Characters💞: Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
💞Title💞: Hot Honey
💞A/N💞: Yes! Us tattoo girls need a shot lol! Hope you like!!
((Requests are ALWAYS open))
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It really was just one of those days…
Y/N steps into the locker room, a pout playing on her bottom lip as she stares down at her sweater. It was soaked from a careless ambulance truck driving full speed through a large rain puddle.
With a heavy sigh, she pulls off her beloved pink sweater to shove into her locker. She rummages around, finding nothing else to use as a cover up.
She steps back from her locker, at a loss until the fluorescent lights of the ED glimmer against a locker that’s four rows down from hers. She eyes it sheepishly before giving in.
She knew the combination already.
Quickly, she opens the locker and tries to keep the exploring to a minimum, happily humming as she finds a spare navy blue sweater with ‘PTMC’ on the back.
Shrugging it on, she uses her elbow to shut the locker door. She makes a mental note to be more careful as she steps out of the locker room, surrounded entirely by a whole new scent. A very welcoming scent.
The scent of Jack Abbot..
“Heard you went swimming..” Santos says as she walks past Y/N, a smirk playing on her lips as Y/N chuckles.
“Water was too cold..” She jokes back, voice as soft as ever as the fellow intern eyes the sweater now halfway zipped up on her friend’s body.
“A little big on you.” She notes with playful suspicion, and Y/N balls her fists in the sleeves.
“It’s a sweater.” She defends with a shrug.
“Not your sweater…” Santos clarifies with a knowing glint in her eyes.
“How’s our ear infection case..?” Y/N finally fusses, cheeks turning a slight pink, desperate to just change the subject as Santos laughs. The two girls walk towards their desks just as the elevator dings behind them.
Jack steps into the ED, still decked out in SWAT attire. He has a small hand towel he’s using to dry his face and neck. “Holy hell, it’s pouring..” He sighs to anyone in ear shot.
Y/N tries not to stare..
“Hey, Fluff.” Jack murmurs as he walks past her desk to get to the locker room. His footsteps stop however when he realizes what she’s wearing. Turning to eye her fully now, he smirks a bit at the sight. She blushes knowingly.
“My sweater got soaked with dirty rain water..” She informs timidly. “I.. I can put it back..” She assures quickly afterwards as he openly admires her, shaking his head lightly with a small smile playing on his lips. He licks his bottom lip as he watches her closely.
“Don’t.” He says. “Looks good on you, Fluff.” He nods before walking away towards the lockers, leaving Y/N to bashfully overlook her charts in order to ignore the flutter in his stomach.
“Don’t. Looks good on you, Fluff..” Santos mocks from next to her. Y/N quickly swats at her arm as she just continues her mocking.
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Jack Abbot could watch her everyday.
Leaning against the nurses station, he observes how Y/N can go from one patient to another. She practically floats through this ED.
She’s capable. She’s intelligent. She looks like the personification of the word ‘bubble’. Her smile can put even the worst patients at ease. Her eyes are deep enough to get lost in. At least.. Jack gets lost in them.
“Working hard or hardly working?” Robby asks as he settles in next to his friend, both of them now leaning their elbows against the countertop.
“A little of both..” Jack smirks back, giving Robby a quick glance before going back to watching Y/N.
“You know, this could be an HR write up.” Robby jokes after a moment.
“Let’s not waste the paper..” Jack mutters in a deadpan tone. HR, hell, or high water.. Nothing could stop him from watching his girl go. Robby shakes his head in slight amusement. He had this crush bad. The last time he’d felt this way about a girl, it was… Jack couldn’t even remember.
“When are you gonna just ask her out? Officially?” Robby asks. Y/N and Jack weren’t exactly hiding what they were.
It’s just that not even they knew what they were.
They were friends. Inseparable, honestly.
But they weren’t exactly ‘dating’.
Because the Jack Abbot… Was scared. Not of rejection, no. It was extremely clear to both that there was something there. He was scared of losing what they had if he messed up.
You could usually find them in their own world together.
Softly, quietly, speaking with each other about patient care plans or giving each other pep talks before the next case showed up. They were a team.
“I’m getting to that.” Jack tries with a shrug. One that isn’t convincing.
Robby hums. “Moving at a snail’s pace, brother..” He teases as Jack sighs and stands up straighter from the nurses station.
“Just.. Gotta find the right time.” Jack mutters as the two men begin walking down the hallway.
“Right time..” Robby snorts, not buying it.
“Yeah. The right time.” Jack defends.
“Bullshit.” Robby chuckles as his eyes stay overlooking the ED around them. In case anyone needed help. Jack scoffs in amusement at the word, shaking his head as Robby continues. “You think you don’t deserve her.” He states knowingly.
Jack narrows his eyes a bit, hands going to his pockets as he shrugs like that ‘could be’ a reason for him dragging his feet. But deep down, Robby was right.
And Jack knew it.
Y/N was so light. She was sunshine in a soul and Jack loved to watch her, but… The sun had never really been his thing. What if his darkness overtook her?
He couldn’t be the thing that extinguished her flame.
“Maybe I just don’t wanna shoot my shot at my future boss..” Jack jokes finally, wanting to change the direction of this conversation.
“Whoa!” Robby laughs. “Think she can replace me?” He asks. Jack smirks as he watches Y/N run down the hallway to check on another patient.
She moved like a lightening bolt..
“Only a matter of time.” Jack smirks. Robby shakes his head in amusement, but doesn’t argue with that statement.
The two walk in silence after that. Heading to the vending machines in the hallway outside the ED for a quick snack. When they walk back in, Robby gets pulled away by Whitaker, and Jack finds himself alone yet again. With a soft sigh, he opens his power bar while walking down the hallway.
“Excuse me?”
Jack stops and turns to face the direction of the voice. A tired looking young mom stands in front of him. “Is.. Dr. Y/N around?” She asks. Jack sees a young boy in a soccer uniform, sat in the hospital bed, pouting as he stares at his leg that’s covered in gauze and bleeding through.
“She said she’d be right back. Said my kid might need stitches. He’s.. Terrified of needles though..” She worries gently as Jack nods slowly.
“I understand. I.. Will go find her.” He assures, before walking off to do so. He checks in the few rooms he knows are on her case load today, her desk, even knocks on the ladies’ room door.
Nothing.
He walks past a random hospital room with its lights on, curtains closed, and door shut. Confused, he walks in and opens the curtain, freezing as he sees Y/N standing with her back to him in her scrub pants, but no shirt on.
That’s not what gets his jaw slack though. Well.. It is. He’s always had a thing for black lace, but.. It’s the tattoos that really make his heart race.
Sleeves on both arms, back tatted too. Y/N looks over her shoulder and gasps a bit, arms going around her chest as he quickly turns his back as to not make her uncomfortable.
“I... Sorry. I… Sorry.” He says and mentally curses at not having anything else to say. “I just uh… Been lookin for you..” He finally lands on as Y/N quickly puts on a new scrub shirt, fixing her hair too as she eyes Jack.
She knew sooner or later this would get out.
“I’m dressed.” She informs gently as she sits on the edge of the bed now.
Slowly, Jack turns to face her again. “I should’ve knocked, I’m sorry.” He says as Y/N eyes him sheepishly.
“I should’ve found somewhere else to change..” She says back to show there’s no hard feelings.
She’s had dreams of being shirtless in front of Jack a few times before. Usually the ending was… Different, though.
Jack glances at her arms again. So he hadn’t seen things. They were real. She was tatted up, and for a quick second, Jack wondered if she was tattooed… Everywhere. He could feel his mouth getting dry.
Fuck.
Who knew his little sunshine was so… Hot.
In order to behave, and remembering they’re still at work, Jack averts his eyes away, spotting a hazard bag on the floor by Y/N’s feet. “What happened?” He asks.
“One of my patients threw up. I guess on me was easier than in the bowl.” Y/N sighs deeply. “Then again… She was three..” Y/N notes softly, not holding a grudge for that reason only.
“I’ll clean your sweater, Jack. I swear.” She adds fast after a beat of silence. Jack waves a hand to silently tell her not to worry herself with it.
“You’ve got some ink.” Jack finally notes.
Y/N giggles quietly as she sheepishly looks down at her arms. “That I do.” She sighs. “Can that just… Stay between us?” She asks hopefully.
“Scouts honor.” Jack says with a smirk, happy he gets to be the only one at work to know this side of her..
“They’re really good though. Why don’t you ever show them off?” Jack asks.
Y/N snorts. “Are you kidding? Would you want to see your ER doctor fully tatted?” She asks playfully, her tone only half joking.
“You know, if I’m in the ER, I think I have more important things going on than my doctor being inked up or not..” Jack notes, a bit sarcastic. It makes Y/N smile sheepishly.
“Yeah, well.. Tattoos still have a stigma around them, and.. I wanna be taken seriously.” Y/N states softly before shaking her head. “I guess it doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t have another sweater to wear..” She says quietly, preparing herself to do the rest of her shift with her tattoos on full display.
Jack watches her closely for only a second before he gets up and takes off his tactical combat shirt. It’s part of his SWAT uniform, and he was still wearing it over his scrubs due to it being a chilly and rainy fall day in Pittsburgh.
Y/N looks up at him as he stands in front of her. “What about you?” She asks curiously.
“Eh.. I run hot.” He smirks playfully. She eyes him with a soft hum. That was an understatement..
She bashfully grabs the long sleeve from him, her hand brushing against his. Neither move their hands. Or fully pass the shirt. They just take this as a moment to watch each other. A moment of brief peace before they have to continue their shift.
In this moment.. Jack realizes he’s been trying to keep Y/N away, afraid of.. Tainting her. But this was a grown woman. Grown and capable and extremely captivating to him. And he couldn’t waste more time.
Because any guy that was in his right state of mind would think the same thing.
And Jack couldn’t risk losing her..
“You know… I’ll need it back soon. It is my uniform…” He points out softly. Y/N nods fast, muttering a quiet ‘right’ as she fully holds the shirt now. “You can give it back.. Maybe over dinner? Tomorrow night?” He asks. Y/N’s initial expression of understanding changes into a more shy but eager glance as she looks back up at Jack. She smiles and slowly nods.
“I’ll make sure to wash it.” She promises as she stands up too, slipping it on.
Jack smirks, loving her in his clothes. “Mm.. Don’t.” He says simply, wanting it to smell like her when he finally gets it back. It makes her stiffen a shiver when she fully understands why..
“And for the record.” Jack adds after a moment. “If I was in the ER? And you were my doctor? Tattoos or not… I’d know I’m in great hands. Your patients are lucky to have you..” He states as he looks her in the eyes. She smiles wide and moves to hug him tight.
In that same moment, Robby walks past the open hospital door with Santos in tow, both slowing their steps to glance into the room. They share a confused look at the sight in front of them before continuing their walk.
“I’d ask, but..” Santos trails off.
“I don’t get paid enough..” Robby snorts in agreement.
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Jack walks through the ED to supervise all of the handovers from day shift to night shift. He pauses in the doorway of one room though when he sees Y/N kneeling by a hospital bed. The hospital bed that belongs to that 12-year old boy who needs stitches on his leg.
Jack watches as she leans against the bed so the young boy can color in one of her tattoos located on her forearm with washable markers. He’s distracted by the task at hand. So much so that Whitaker can actually do the stitches.
The mom watches on, just grateful her son hasn’t freaked out yet. “All done..” Whitaker says happily with a soft sigh of relief as he begins cleaning up the supplies. Y/N smiles as she reaches her freehand up to ruffle the young boy’s hair.
“You did it!” She cheers happily, holding up her free hand for a high-five. The boy stops his coloring.
He’s stunned for a moment, looking at them all. “I did it?!” He asks before realizing. “I did it!” He says, relieved it’s over. He high fives both Y/N and Whitaker as Jack watches, impressed from the doorway.
Y/N looks over and smiles softly at him, pulling her sleeves down again before softly telling Whitaker to work on discharging them. He agrees. Y/N steps out.
“Ready to call it a night?” Jack asks.
“Yes, please..” She chuckles as they begin to walk.
“Smart game plan.” He compliments as they walk towards the locker room so she can grab her stuff.
“Yeah, well… A wise doctor once said that if someone’s in the ER.. They probably have way better things to worry about than their doctor being tatted..” Y/N mumbles playfully as Jack smirks.
“Wise? I’ll take it. But.. I’d also take ‘handsome’, ‘charming’,-“ Y/N cuts him off.
“Smug?” She teases as they get to the locker room. She grabs her stuff and they head over to the ambulance bay to get to the parking lot. Jack loved this part of his shift. Getting Y/N to her car.
He took this task as seriously as saving lives.
In fact, the evenings when Jack was too busy to walk her to her car, Y/N would just wait at her desk.
She learned to do that the hard way. ‘Hard way’ being Jack telling her to wait for him the very next time he saw her after the first time she tried leaving alone..
“You know..” She begins as they walk peacefully. “I feel at a disadvantage. You’ve seen like.. a good chunk of my ink, and I’ve seen nothing of yours..” She teases. Jack laughs softly.
“I don’t have tattoos..” He informs casually as he stops at Y/N’s car. She unlocks it with her keys so he can open her door for her.
It’s routine at this point.
“You don’t?” Y/N asks, slightly surprised by the reveal. Jack smiles at her as she moves to get in her car.
“Nope.” He closes her car door for her and leans down to her now open window.
“Too scared of needles.” He says simply before winking, making her giggle…
warnings/tags: age-gap, not really a power imbalance - but like it’s there, established relationship, nicknames, fluff, medical descriptions, probable inaccuracies
wc: 1.5k
Summary: While trying to comfort a peds patient, you let your secret nickname for Jack slip.
This is a continuation of hold my girl and on-call but you definitely don’t have to read them to understand this.
I’m sorry, I promise I’m not going to only write for these two, but I love them so much.
The fluorescent lights killed your eyes as you worked through the night shift you had been called in to cover. Your head was throbbing as you worked between triaging the overflowing patients in the waiting room and updating the charts of the patients you had observed and paired with a doctor. Rubbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and pointer finger, you saddled up to revisit the busy waiting room and find your next patient.
Scanning the room and ignoring the burning stares of the patients who had been waiting there for hours, you called out to the patient listed on your tablet. “Olivia Monroe?” You continued to scan the room as you looked at all the disappointed, desperate faces. You made eye contact with a worried woman rushing towards you, a little girl wrapped in her arms. “Olivia?” You asked.
“I’m Juliet, this is my daughter Olivia, she woke me up crying - I think she hurt herself, she mentioned falling out of bed, and I just wanted to bring her in to make sure she’s okay,” the mother rambled. You placed a hand gently on her arm. “It’s okay, we’re here to help,” you said, giving her a small smile and scanning your badge to bring Olivia and Juliet back with you.
You led them to North 2 and had Juliet place Olivia on the bed. You took Olivia’s temperature and checked for any swelling on her head and back, to add to the chart for reference when the doctor was assigned.
“So, tell me, Olivia, what seems to be the problem?” You asked as you leaned down to make eye contact with her.
The little girl stared back at you, not uttering a word.
“Come on, Livvy, tell us what happened,” Juliet told her daughter. The tired mom looked to you, exasperated, “I’m sorry, I think she’s just tired. She hasn’t said much.”
“Is that normal for her?” You asked her mom, wanting to baseline her behaviour to make sure she wasn’t behaving differently.
“She’s very quiet and very shy. I’ve tried to break her out of her shell, but,” Juliet ends with a shake of her head.
“That’s okay, I used to be that way too,” you smiled at Juliet, then at Olivia.
You spent the next ten minutes trying to get Olivia to break out of her shell. The poor girl was painfully shy, and her nervousness in the ED clearly exacerbated this. She reminded you a bit of yourself when you were younger, which is probably why you took more time with her than you should have.
“Okay, Miss Olivia, while I don’t see anything wrong right now, I can only do so much to help with any boo-boos. I’m going to go see if I can find a doctor to come and check on you, okay?” You spoke to her, but mostly said this to reassure her mother, who looked like she might break any second.
As you reemerged into the Pitt and closed the door to try to keep Olivia as calm as possible, you searched the area for any doctors who might jump in on this case. Not finding anyone else but Jack, you rushed over to tag him in, not wanting this girl to wait any longer.
He continued staring at the board as he noticed you standing in his periphery. The corner of his mouth quirked up slightly.
“Dr. Abbot, I have a five-year-old who’s suspected of having fallen out of bed. Mom mentioned she’s shy, and it’s hard to get her to tell us what happened. I just want to rule out a head injury, if you’re available,” you asked him.
“Am I your first choice or last resort?” Jack smirked at you.
“You know you’re my first choice,” you said, chewing on your lip. “But, you are my last resort right now,” you told him truthfully.
“You wound me,” he said gruffly, holding a hand over his heart and smiling. Rolling your eyes, you walked him over to North two and introduced him to Olivia and her mom.
Jack surprised you by bending down at the side of Olivia’s bed.
“Hey, there, I heard you took quite the fall. Can you tell me what hurts?” Your heart clenched at his soft tone as you watched him intently.
All three adults in the room watched Olivia as she thought about Jack’s question. She shook her head no, and tears filled her eyes as she looked to her mom for comfort. Sensing her discomfort, you ducked down slightly at the end of the bed so you’re at her eye level.
“Hey Olivia, remember how I told you I’m only able to help so much with boo-boos? Dr. Abbot is actually the best at fixing them,” you chime in, hoping to help her stop crying.
“He is?” She questions you skeptically, sniffling slightly.
You nod, “I pinky promise.” She looked at you skeptically but took your pinky in hers, sealing the promise.
Still sensing her debating, you decided to play one of your best cards, “You wanna know a secret?” Olivia perked up and looked at you over Jack’s shoulder, quizzically and nodded slowly. “Dr. Abbot is actually the nicest doctor we have here, and I know that sometimes he might seem super serious, but he’s definitely not. We even have a nickname for him, wanna know what it is?”
You noticed the faint flush creeping up Jack’s ears as he looked over at you, questioning what your next words would be.
Olivia looked between you two and nodded cautiously. You looked over at Jack and smiled before you turned back to her and said, “Dr. Rabbit.”
This causes a laugh to bubble up from Olivia’s chest, and for a second, you think the kid might pass out from her laughter, melting the tension out of the room. Once she calms down, you ask her again, “So, do you think you can tell Dr. Rabbit where it hurts so that he can take a look?”
She grins at you and then looks at Jack, giggling, “Dr. Rabbit, I hurt my head when I fell out of bed,” she clarifies.
You smiled at the young girl, proud of her for finally feeling comfortable enough with Jack. ”Good job, Olivia. Would you mind if my lovely nurse here and I run some quick tests to make sure your head is okay?” Jack said.
You blushed at Jack’s compliment as Olivia started to nod her head, “That’s okay.”
You had already done a preliminary physical exam to check for visible wounds or bruising. Jack double checked for any tenderness. Afterwards, he performed a neurological screening to evaluate Olivia’s eye movements and pupil reactions, and asked her some questions to assess her memory and recall.
“Well, while we think this is just a bump, I am going to suggest that we keep Olivia here for a few hours to ensure she doesn’t lose consciousness or have any other complications. But don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here as soon as we can,” Jack told Olivia’s mom and reassured her that her daughter was going to be okay.
Leaving the room, you started updating Olivia’s chart, ensuring everything was up to date, and noted that at 6 AM, she and her mom could be discharged after another doctor's check. You felt a soft touch on your elbow as you spun around to face Jack.
“Hey, you did good in there, kid,” he said as you blushed profusely, not expecting his compliment.
You shrugged, “Meh, I just know what it’s like to be that shy, overwhelmed kid, I knew she needed a good doctor to help her out.”
“Did you ever think of specializing in Peds?” he questioned you as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I feel like I should be asking you that, you were really good with her,” you said as you changed the subject. “I’ve never seen you with kids.”
He smiled down at you, “Yeah, I’m not a total jerk, I have a soft spot for certain things…certain people,” he said as he glanced up at the board, trying not to bring attention to the way that you both were pretending to work while talking to each other.
“So, Doctor Rabbit, huh?” Jack questioned after a few moments.
A smile broke out on your face. “I can’t believe I said that,” you laughed shyly, blushing and looking away.
Jack couldn’t help but admire your shy nature about the nickname. “Hey, it’s cute, I like it,” he said as he smirked down at you.
“It’s dumb and embarrassing,” you told him. “It’s something I came up with when I was sleep-deprived and delirious. You know, because if you say it fast, Doctor Abbot kind of sounds like Doctor Rabbit.”
“Well, it worked for Olivia, and maybe I wouldn’t mind a certain pretty nurse calling me that.” he winked at you as he glanced up at the board again and chose a patient to go to, leaving you a blushing mess the rest of your shift.
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Summary: Because of bad experiences with men, you don't think that someone could actually like you in a romantic way, and because of that, you don't notice how your attending is down so bad for you.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors.
You were always that friend that men didn't ask out or ask for your number, but they did for your friends. Since high school, you liked a boy and they just approached you to talk about your friends, if they were single, what they liked, or if you thought they would accept going out with them. You wanted to scream every time it happened, but instead you smiled and answered back even if it broke your heart every single time.
So now, as an adult, when a man flirts with you or compliments you, you don't think they are actually flirting or meaning the compliments, because…
Why would they?
It's something that has grown in your head, with time and more men that have dismissed you for someone else or asked to date one of your friends. So when your attending, Jack Abbot, starts to flirt with you very subtly, you actually don't notice because, in your mind, no one would do that and you just thought that it was him being friendly.
How he always knew when you needed coffee at a specific time on your shift and he always got that for you on time when you were just thinking about getting one. How he always got it right, the way you liked your coffee.
Also, Jack could be a little grumpy sometimes, answering a little sharply to anyone but you. He was always sweet and talked to you with a half smile and a shine in his hazel eyes that everybody noticed.
Everyone except you.
And you wouldn't have if it wasn't for Ellis.
She approached you in the middle of your shift as always, you were doing your charts and she probably just wanted to mess around. After some chat, she dropped it, no warning or anesthesia.
“But Abbot is in love with you.” She just said it like it was common knowledge.
You froze, your fingers stopped answering you, you looked at her trying to find out if she's joking and when you saw how totally serious she was, you panicked, that couldn't be true, it wasn't possible, all his gestures were friendly, what would he even look at you for? Definitely not more than friends, you told yourself that you didn't fit with him, he was too handsome.
“You know it, right?” Parker asked after seeing your stunned face.
You just looked at her, wide eyes and red faced.
“Girl… that man is on his knees for you.” She was as stunned as you but for a different reason.
You actually didn't know.
“Have you ever seen him bring coffee to any of us? Let alone get our preferred order right? Give us a soft tone when he's instructing or annoyed. And I can go on and on all night long.”
She left you there because a trauma was coming in. You weren't able to move or think straight. You just repeated to yourself that it wasn't true, that Ellis was messing around with you. But every time you looked at Jack, her words repeated in your mind and you wished they were true and that couldn't happen.
Every time you let yourself have a crush or fall for someone, it ended up with you being rejected, hurt in the most painful way. And when Parker's words wouldn't leave your mind, you started to avoid your attending, running away from every room where he was before he could approach you or direct a single word at you. You presented your cases to Shen or Cruz until it became evident that you were avoiding him.
You didn't leave Jack a choice, not knowing what he did for you to not let him go near you; it was killing him. He made sure to follow every move you made until you grabbed your things and said goodbye to everyone except him. He followed you quickly to the parking lot and didn't give you a chance to run away from him.
“Hey, can we talk?” he stopped you before you could reach your car keys.
“I've got to go…”
“Did I do something?” he asked nervously.
You didn't look at him, trying to stop the butterflies in your stomach and Parker's words repeated in your mind.
“No,” you mumbled.
“Then why are you avoiding me?” he insisted, trying to understand what could have possibly happened to make you avoid just him.
“I’m not,” you whispered, trying not to focus on the warmth of his hand on your arm.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”
The pet name made shivers go down your back and again you tried to convince yourself that he could possibly say that to any other woman.
“I’m not.”
“Did I say something?” he was more desperate this time. “Whatever I said to hurt you, I didn't mean it that way, I–”
“You didn't say anything wrong,” you assured him, stopping his rambling.
“Then what is it?”
“Nothing.” You tried to go away but he didn't let you.
“Please,” he mumbled your name, not knowing how much you loved hearing it coming out of his mouth.
He shifted his weight from leg to leg nervously given your lack of response.
“Did someone say something?” Again you didn't answer but the shift in your expression answered for you.
Jack sighed defeated.
“I’m so sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable–
“It doesn't,” you said so quickly that you realized what you had said after you did it.
Jack frowned, confused. “Then…”
“Do you actually?” you whispered, unable to look him in the eyes, preparing yourself for the rejection.
“What? That I'm in love with you, sweetheart? Because I totally am.” he said it with such confidence and like it was something so obvious.
You looked at him confused.
“Why?”
That caught him off guard, he didn't understand why you were asking, but if that was what you needed to finally believe him.
“Because you're amazing, you're beautiful, smart, kind, the best under pressure, I love all the gestures that you do when you focus on something or you're excited, how you jump to help people that you don't even know, and I can continue all night long.” He kept getting closer to you, watching how your eyes started to tear up.
“I can't believe you,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him but Jack was so close to you by this point that he heard it anyway.
He sighed desperately.
“Why? It's the truth, honey, the real question is why wouldn't I be in love with you?” he whispered, taking one of your rebellious strands of hair and moving it away from your face.
“Because nobody has ever wanted me that way,” you confessed, holding back a sob but he could clearly see it in your eyes.
How you actually believed that.
Jack felt his heart ache and the need to take you away from everything that could hurt you or have made you think that way because, in his mind, you were the most beautiful woman ever and he would feel very lucky if he could ever have you one day. He couldn't stand that you thought about yourself like that.
Before he could say something, you said something more.
“During my whole life, it's never been me, when I was a teenager the boys would be interested just in my friends, they wouldn't care about me. Now it's no different, something is wrong with me, Jack, you don't actually love me." The pain in your voice when you actually believed your own words made Jack want to cry.
How had nobody ever told you how pretty you were?
How had nobody seen in you what he saw?
How did they not see you for who you really were?
He didn't understand but he didn't care either, because he saw it, and he’ll make you see it too even if it takes him years. He'll make sure you know how pretty, intelligent, and beautiful you are. An incredible person that anyone in their life should be grateful to have.
“Then they are dumb as fuck, they don't understand the incredible girl that they are losing.” he cupped your face with his hands and cleaned the tears with his thumbs. “How lucky they could be to have you in their life.”
“You don't mean it,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself, starting to sob in his arms.
“I do, sweetheart. You don't understand how bad I do,” he insisted, looking deep into your eyes with that intensity that only he had. “I know what I want.”
“What do you want?” you mumbled.
“You.”
He leaned into you, nose touching yours, he waited for you to step back, to give him a sign for him to step back, a glimpse from you that told him you didn't want that. And when he didn't find it he pressed his lips into yours, you took your time but you returned his kiss letting yourself go, letting yourself be loved.
When he pulled away you found yourself wanting more.
“Nothing is wrong with you, I truly love you and if you need me to repeat that to you every single day I will, I don't care, sweetheart.” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours and brushing his nose against yours.
You smiled at that contact and the way he called you, you loved hearing that word coming out of his mouth. You had started to believe him and he could see it in the way you relaxed under his touch, stopping your tears.
“I love you too, Jack,” you said shyly in a quiet mumble that made his heart warm. “I just… I–”
He captured your lips in another sweet kiss before you could say something that was going to make his heart ache again and the anger for whoever had made you think that you couldn't be loved could crawl into him.
I actually didn't like this, but I wanted to publish something 🫠
thinking about pope standing at the grill when baz decided to become a problem like he always is.
they’re throwing a memorial day barbecue, because it’s hot and pope needed an excuse to bring her over to meet everyone.
she just gotten out of the pool and was struggling with her towel— it was caught under one of the heavy lawn chairs when baz swooped in and grabbed one end.
"need a hand, sweetheart?" he flashed her his signature smile, his eyes raking down her body.
her bikini suddenly feeling too small.
"oh… no.” she said politely.
“c’mon” he urged, his fingers brushing hers before she let go of the towel.
that made her scoff. one thing she hated was when men didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
“need a hobby?" she shot at him. raising her eyebrows.
baz grinned down at her, “pope never mentioned you were cute."
once he freed the towel, she was quick to grab it from his grasp and pull it up to cover her exposed chest.
"hmm, probably because he knew you'd act like this." she deadpanned.
baz chuckled, stumbling back and put a hand over his heart.
"wow she's got jokes.”
"and he flirts with his bothers’ girlfriend."
he heard it from across the yard— pope looked up from the grill, suspicious and already annoyed as he noticed how baz was trying his best ignore him.
"if i'd met you first—"
she held up a slender finger.
"if you'd met me first, i'd still be with andrew."
"wooooow.” has dragged, “that's cold." he said, dryly.
she shrugged, narrowing her eyes as the sun started to beam hotter.
"i’m just being honest." she said, giving him a sweet smile.
pope scoffed from where he stood and moved. fast.
he appeared at her side, sliding an arm around her waist protectively.
"what'd he do?" he said into her hair.
"flirted." she said truthfully.
baz scoffed as she turned her face to press into pope’s exposed and tanned skin.
"what'd she do?" pope asked baz.
baz threw his hands up as if to signal he was joking the whole entire time, sighing dramatically.
How I get Strangers to posse up with me as someone who plays as a woman (i.e. how I make sure people aren't creeps)
go to my moonshine shack
invite players to my moonshine shack
if they join, give them a few drinks, dance a little, vibe check - moonshine shack is great because no combat and you can tell if people are creeps pretty fast
invite them to my posse
start posse activity!
I've had much success with this ^-^ it is a bit time consuming but I'd rather have fun than deal with creeps
