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pairing: dr jack abbot x plus-size! santos' sister! reader
summary: part 4 of the don't let abbot series. what would you do if you had jack all to yourself for the whole day?
word count: 9.1 k ⚕♡
warning: SMUT 18+ ONLY (plus fluff and a lil angst of course)
a/n: guys this one took foreverrrr, i don't know why i was struggling and i'm still not 100% with it but ya know it's here! moving forward there's gonna be time skips and shorter parts plus some focusing on the sisters so i can't wait for y'all to see it! happy reading! (also i apoligize for any mistakes cuz proofreading was also a struggle hehe.)
divider by @cursed-carmine
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
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It’s a dangerous thing, getting used to waking up in Jack Abbot’s bed. If you weren’t nestled so deeply into his blankets and mattress, you’d be jealous of the ridiculous support it provided.
The sound of his bedroom door slowly creaking open had you quickly glancing over your shoulder before burying your face into the pillow again. It still smelled like him. The noise was a telltale sign of someone making sure the other occupant was finally awake inside. Your back had been facing the door and sorely missing his chest pressed against it like it had been the night before.
There was the slightly too loud sound of a mug being placed on the bedside table, followed by the crinkle of a plastic water bottle. Then, finally, there was the plink of two tylenol beside it all. He set aside his crutch before sitting down beside you and cupping your cheek in his palm, his way of pushing down the covers that you had pulled up to your chin. “How’re you feeling?” He asked, his voice was less husky than the other morning; he must have been up for a while.
You let out a small groan, hand coming up to try to wipe away sleep from your eyes. Jack’s hand fell to rest on your hip. He had his own cup of coffee in the other. “Alright, just groggy but no headache.” You thanked every deity imaginable that you weren’t drunk enough to run from his bed in the middle of the night to throw up. While your stomach wasn’t churning, it was craving something greasy and very salty, preferably.
“Safe to say you’ve got the higher tolerance between you and Trinity, huh?” He asked, smirk barely hidden by his coffee mug.
“It’s a gift and a curse, alcohol’s gotten real expensive,” you said while reaching over to grab the water bottle and tylenol, thanking him in the process.
His thumb rubbed circles along your side, “You hungry?”
“You on the menu?” You quipped back.
He took the opportunity to set down his mug, leaning over you, arms bracketing your form. “I can be if you want.”
“Jack Abbot special?” You questioned, giddy at the way his smile took over his face.
“No,” he spoke through his kisses. “Figured I had to redeem myself, promised you breakfast last time.”
Your cheeks felt a touch flushed at the memory. “Oh, what you gave was infinitely better than Pams”
He pressed a kiss to the center of your chest, “Hmm, think my memory might be fuzzy, remind me what I gave exactly?”
“Going senile already?” He shook his head at you biting at your breast through the fabric of your sleep shirt, before attacking the other one in a silly frenzy. It had your laughter echoing through the room, and it was a sound that Jack wanted imprinted into the walls. His mouth started moving downward, aware of his destination, you stopped him in his tracks.
“Hmm, nope, nope face stays up here. I need to take a shower.” He opened his mouth, but you kissed him before he could say anything. You gave him three more for good measure before maneuvering out from underneath him. He fell back onto the bed, arm behind his head, mesmerized by the way your shirt fell down to your thighs after you stood up.
You reached for the coffee he brought you, slightly cooled, but perfect.
“Want some company?” You froze, mug perched on your lips.
Placing the mug back down, you turned around to face him. “I actually really want breakfast, Jack Abbot special doesn’t come with bacon.”
He chuckled, looking up at you as you were the one now leaning over him. You almost melted at the way his eyes softened. “Fair enough sweetheart.” I really like when you call me that, you wanted to tell him, but it felt trapped in the moment. Instead, you kissed him, his hand cradling the back of your head to pull you in closer, deeper. His tongue flicked at your bottom lip before letting you go.
His kisses gave you something to focus on, making everything else a distant thought, except for the shower, that you still needed.
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You two were later settled at his dining table, with nearly polished plates on the blue place mats. “So, where are you taking me? I vaguely remember you mentioning plans last night.” You asked while munching on a piece of toast.
He finished off his last bite of eggs. “Not telling, it’s gonna remain a surprise for as long as possible.”
“Last time someone tried to plan a surprise for me, I ended up with food poisoning.” There’s a reason Trinity isn’t allowed in the kitchen anymore unless she’s making eggs or ramen. To be fair, she did try to learn, but a hot stove was her natural enemy, and you’d lost one too many good dishes to her endeavors.
His foot knocked against yours. “Have a little faith, promise it’ll at least be better than that.” You told him that ‘you’d hold him to that.’ He mentioned a bit of a lengthy car ride and made sure you were okay with that. You remarked that you were fine with road trips as long as you weren't the one driving.
After the table was cleared, he went out into the garage while you put your shoes on. He claimed he had to put something in the truck; there was such a mischievous air about him today. Maybe he was excited to be the one creating surprises for once. Jack had made sure that you packed warm clothes the night before. The November days in Pittsburgh were steadily getting colder, something you and Trinity had to get used to since moving here. You both have lived farther south practically your entire life, where you could still wear shorts at Thanksgiving some years.
You wouldn’t do Jack the disservice of trying to sneak a peek at what he packed away. But you would tease him about his terrible hiding skills, having only covered what rested on the floorboard with a couple of blankets he kept in the back. He had to fill up the tank before getting on the road and stopped at a gas station down the street.
“Here,” he said after tapping his card at the pump, handing it to you through the door. “Why don’t you grab us some stuff for the road?”
“Any preferences?” you asked, unbuckling your seat belt.
“Surprise me,” his eyes didn’t leave you for a second as you walked inside the gas station.
The drinks were easy, since both of you already had coffee this morning. Jack was an Arizona green tea type of man, where you leaned more towards the half and half. The amount of snacks you got would definitely be considered excessive, but you had no idea what he was in the mood for. Once your arms were fully stocked, you went up to the self-checkout register. When it came time to pay, it was almost like his card pinged in your pocket, but you still ended up reaching for your own wallet.
When you walked out, bag in hand, Jack was waiting in front of the truck, which he had moved to a parking spot closer to the entrance. “I decided that you looked like a secret Slim Jim and bugles lover,” you called out as he went around to open your door.
He hopped into the driver's side, and you handed him the snack. “Can’t even remember the last time I had one of these,” he said while ripping apart the wrapper and taking a bite. It was funny watching him seem to chew on the bite for ages before he remembered that he wasn’t a big fan of them.
“That a no?” You asked, taking back the other half from him so he could get ready to pull out of the parking lot.
The key turned in the ignition, “I guess the man I was before chronic heartburn loved them.”
“Only healthy option was trail mix, which I did get a bag of but it does have chocolate in it so…” You trailed off while setting the drinks into their designated spots. The driver always gets the front one.
He got you two on the road before asking, “There a reason you didn’t use my card?”
“How’d you know I didn’t use it?” He pointed towards his phone, remarking that he had notifications set. “I had already reached for mine, plus you’re driving us.”
There was disappointment in the way he shook his head. “Sweetheart, I invited you out today, that means I’m paying.”
You cracked open both Arizonas, “So by that logic, I invite you out next time and you let me spoil you?”
He got a bit huffy at that, “Not sure I like my own logic now,” he remarked to himself.
“I promise I’ll treat you real nice handsome.” You adored that he blushed every time you called him that. It didn’t always reach his cheeks, but his ears hid nothing.
Jack reached for his phone, unlocking it before handing it over to you. “Put on some music for us.”
Of course, he would have the worst streaming app for music, he couldn’t be a hundred percent perfect. “Is Tracy Chapman alright with you?”
He took a turn before briefly looking over at you. “It’s not The Killers, but she’ll do.” He teased
“I’m deleting that video off your phone right now.” You couldn’t fathom the idea that Trinity had willingly sent that video to him, or that she even could with how wasted she was. Trinity was an odd drunk–fun–but odd. She could be completely helpless one moment and then another, it would be like she got Frankenstein bolted back alive and could conquer the world.
“Wouldn’t matter, it’s backed up onto the cloud.” His tone was so nonchalant, like he knew exactly what he was talking about.
The look you gave him was incredulous, but it did halt your process in finding that video. “You know how to work the cloud?
“There was a seminar.”
His phone had locked itself again, so you couldn’t delete it now, which in hindsight might have been his plan all along. Still, it made you laugh, “You’re so full of shit.”
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You were looking out the window, body still angled toward Jack, his hand only leaving your thigh to trace down your knee or to take a turn. “It’s nice getting out of the city, haven’t really had a chance to since Trinity and I moved here.”
“Anytime you wanna get out, just let me know,” Jack told you about the road trips his family had taken. He told you about how car rides would be better than being at home most of the time. That when everything got to be too much, he liked to drive. He still likes to drive.
It was about an hour into the trip now, it had been a comfortable silence between you two for the past couple of minutes. Soft acoustics were playing through his speakers. You could hear the vibration of your phone where it rested in the pocket on the door, and looked down at the screen to see who it was.
😈Sissy😈 Calling
Looking over at Jack you asked, “You mind if I take this?” He nodded in response, hand briefly leaving your thigh to turn the volume of the music down. “Hey sissy, what’s up?”
“Stop yelling at me.” Her voice sounded like she had smoked at least three packs the night before.
Jack was holding in his laughter beside you, “I’m not yelling at you, you’re just hungover.”
There was a decent pause where you could hear her pulling open the cabinets in the kitchen and rifling through them. “Why the fuck are we out of coffee?”
It made sense for you to do the grocery shopping since your schedule was easier. However, it didn’t excuse the fact that she knew exactly where the coffee was kept. “We’re not, the new bag is behind the flour.” She must be really hungover.
There was the sound of something falling onto the counter as she snatched the bag from the pantry. “Oh thank fuck. Where are you?”
“I’m spending the day with Jack, remember.”
You could hear her prepping the coffee maker. “Oh–gross–yeah, I remember now.”
“Did you need anything else or just the coffee?”
“Just coffee, okay bye.” The bye was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t get it out before she hung up the phone.
“Love you too.” You said into the void, but at least Jack was there to catch it.
He was finally able to let out the laugh that had been trapped during the phone call. Chancing a brief look at you so he could see your face when he said, “You’re a good sister.”
You wanted to tell him that he didn’t know you way back when. That there were a lot of moments where you failed. Moments that she needed you, but you couldn’t see past the stress of your situation. Moments where–looking back on it–she was screaming at you for help, and you just couldn’t find the time, find the will to keep things afloat. Maybe you didn’t want to. Maybe seeing it was acknowledging that you were failing. That you were a horrible, horrible person, and an even worse sister. But you can’t say all of that, so you just say, “Make sure you tell her that the next time you see her.”
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Jack was remarkably adept at keeping his plans a secret. None of his coworkers ever knew about what he got up to anyway. He likes to keep it that way, man of mystery he was.
You were certain of the destination when you passed by a sign marking an exit for Lake Erie. Thankfully, he didn’t seem upset that the jig was up. You told him you’d never been, and he seemed pleased with himself for being the first to bring you. When you asked him if he went often, he said that he used to. He didn’t have to elaborate; you knew exactly what it meant.
He backed the car up as close as possible to the railing encompassing the bluff overlooking the lake. It felt like you were back on a field trip in school, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and practically running out of the truck to see the view. Jack had chosen the perfect day; while it may have been chilly, the way the sun reflected on the water and the peacefulness more than made up for it.
“Oh wow…wow…” You could hear Jack chuckling behind you as he came to stand by your side, arm wrapping around your shoulder.
“You alright over there Owen Wilson?” You playfully shoved him a soft ‘shush’ leaving your lips.
“It’s so beautiful here.” You wished the water weren’t freezing so you could dip your feet into it, maybe sink your toes into the cold sand.
“Good surprise?”
“Very good surprise. When I was younger, I used to think this place was called Erie cause it was supposed to be scary, like Camp Crystal Lake or something.”
He cracked a smile at that before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be on the lookout for hockey masks then.” He dropped his arm from around you and walked back over to the truck, lowering the bed before opening the back door.
His arms were full of blankets and pillows that he tossed onto the truck. Taking his time, he arranged the pillows to rest all the way in the back, one blanket to sit underneath you two, and the others to keep you both warm.
“So this is what you were hiding?”
“I also packed some sandwiches to go along with the snacks you picked out.” It was sweet, it was just too damn sweet.
He helped you up onto the truck, and since you were taller than him for a moment, you leaned down to give him a kiss in thanks. Jack waited until you were situated before hopping up himself and settling in beside you, hand finding your thigh like it was second nature to him now. You took out your phone, snapping a quick picture of the view and sending it to Trinity.
“You one of those guys that hate having their picture taken?” You asked, even though your phone was already facing the two of you.
“Yup, but I’ll always pose for you if it makes you happy.”
“Promise you’ll smile?”
“I’m always smiling,” he deadpanned. You shook your head at him before resting it on his shoulder and lifting your arms to take the picture. Since your hands were shaking a bit, he reached up to steady them, making him lean into you even more. It wasn’t his full smile, more like the one he has when he thinks he’s said something clever. It was a good picture, and he asked you to send it to him, which had you beaming.
The fact that someone could hold you, sit in silence with you, and it could be enough. It was everything. And for someone like Jack, this was new, enjoying silence. Silence for him usually meant just waiting for the next worst thing to happen. He didn’t dread it in the moments with you.
Time passed peacefully between you two, the only exception being the soft waves and sighs of contentment from each other. Eventually, you broke it by saying, “You know something? I used to think I would never date someone who was in the army.”
There was a confused look in his eyes, but he was intrigued. “Hmm, technically not in the army anymore, but why was that?”
“Probably cause every army man I’d grown up meeting was a raging asshole. Guess there was a bias, till I started working with the older crowd more,” you nudged him, and he responded with a soft pinch to your thigh.
He laughed because he knew it was true; he knew the kind of men he was surrounded by in those days. He was also well aware of the type of men the career attracts. “Must have met a lot of assholes then.”
“Sitting right next to one,” you teased. He playfully pinched your side this time, which caused you to lean into him even more, almost falling over his lap. “Why’d you end up joining?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Thought it was the only thing I’d be good for when I was younger. I was a little shit back then, didn’t really try in school, thought I’d end up figuring it out when the time came. Then graduation happened, recruiters showed up, got bought and paid for by Uncle Sam. I would have laughed my ass off back then if someone told me I’d be doing emergency medicine out of everything. At least it ended up being free at the end of it all.”
“They cut you a deal at least; usually, it costs an arm and a leg for your degree.” He looked at you for a second like he couldn’t believe you had actually made the joke before both of you curled in on each other in laughter.
You could hear him mutter under his breath, “Fuck, I needed that.” You liked being able to make him laugh.
“I was really debating on telling that joke.”
He pulled you in closer, “It was a good one.” You let out a small shiver as a breeze blew by, and he tucked the blanket tighter around you. “It’s nice, being able to laugh about it, always better than the alternative.” His thumb rubbed circles into your shoulder, “Was your dad in the army?” Jack’s powers of deduction, ladies and gentlemen.
“Yeah, which meant a lot of his buddies were around when I was growing up. Which also meant a lot of drinking, so yeah, not a big fan.” You kept your tone nonchalant. It wasn’t a thing, and you didn’t want it to be.
He hummed in understanding, “Can I ask what happened with him?”
The words didn’t seem so difficult to get out when he was next to you. “He cheated on my mom…she probably would’ve stayed with him too if he hadn’t gotten the other woman pregnant.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah, she definitely knew how to pick ‘em, told him to leave one day, and I didn’t find out the real reason why till I got older. Didn’t even know I had a half-sibling till I was ten.” You’ve forgiven her for a lot of things over the years. It felt like there was even more you had yet to forgive her for still.
“He didn’t try to make an effort?”
You shook your head, “I wasn’t a kid anymore. He didn’t think he had to.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart.”
The relationship, or lack thereof, with your family was nothing special and nowhere near as bad as it could have been. “It’s alright, he was never–I had my mama and lola, and then I had Trinity. It’s good that he wasn’t around.”
Jack looked like he had a lot of things he wanted to say. He ended up settling on, “He missed out on knowing you.” No one had ever said that to you before.
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You readily agreed when Jack suggested one of the trails, after sitting in the bed of the truck for too long, both of your asses were starting to get numb. He had put everything in the backseat, locking up before leading you down to the path. There was a large step that Jack went over before offering you his hand to help you up. He had no intention of letting it go after that though, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that had been his intention.
It amused you the way your entwined hands would lightly swing as you walked. “Have you ever thought about going back to school?” Jack asked.
“It’s actually been on my mind a lot more lately. Even just to say that I did it. For so long, it was just get Trinity through high school, then college, then her residency, and now that’s almost over so…I don’t know. Plus, budget cuts keep happening to Meals, so who knows how much longer I’ll have a job with them.” They’ve already mentioned reducing the staff size again in the coming months, but you didn’t want to bring that up as well.
“Didn’t mean to make you stressed.”
You almost laughed at that, “Oh no, you’re fine, I’ve been stressed my whole life, don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.” You looked up at him, nudging his shoulder with your own. “But I’m calm right now at least.”
He gave your hand a squeeze. “If you could do anything, what would it be?”
“Is it bad if I say nothing? I just–I feel like I’ve been going nonstop my whole life, so maybe a break?” You laughed at it like you weren’t actually exhausted deep down. This is a man who saves lives for a living. Are you really trying to complain? “I’d like to cook more outside of Meals, family stuff, things that remind me of home. Maybe even work from home, so I become an actual hermit,” another laugh, Jack’s smile felt like it reflected pity. “That’s really just me moaning about it though, my job isn’t that bad, it’s good work.”
“I know how hard it can be to work in a place that only wants to think about numbers at the end of the day. Makes it seem pointless sometimes.” Maybe it wasn’t pity, just understanding.
You nodded your head, “Yeah, it does…What about you Jack? What would you do, where would you go?”
He heaved out a sigh like he’s thought about that question a million times. “If I knew I could stand still for the time. I’d be at a lake like this, just in a cabin instead of the truck for a week.”
“That sounds pretty doable for you. When’s the last time you took a vacation Dr. Abbot?”
His hand squeezed yours again, “Too damn long.” Guess the two of you had that in common.
“I’ve heard that outings are good for the elderly, you should prescribe yourself some–” You weren’t able to get the sentence out before he had his arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight against his chest.
“Is this my life now, never-ending old man jokes from you and Santos?” Your heart felt like it was fluttering in your chest. Does he see you in his life? At least past a few months please. Words were frozen in your throat, you felt chilled, you wanted warmth, you wanted Jack in your life. Your hands reached up to bring him down for a kiss, not grand or heavy, simple and sappy.
There was no hesitation, so used to split-second decisions, there was no time for it, not when he needed you closer. When you were kissing him so sweetly.
When you pulled away, you whispered against his lips. “You just make it too easy.”
His smirk kissed the corner of your mouth, “Don’t wanna talk about age when I see a few grays on you sweetheart.”
“Well, that’s just rude.” You didn’t mind the tease in all honesty; if you wanted them gone, you would have plucked them or dyed them. It was just age.
“I say it’s fair.”
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Sissy: Word is Abbot called out for the first time in ages…weird.
“I called out,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal that workaholic Jack took a day off when you asked him about the text Trinity sent.
“You willingly called out of work? You’re not even sick.” You jokingly placed the back of your hand against his forehead, just to check.
He grabbed your wrist, quickly placing a kiss against the back of your hand before putting it back down by your side. “I wanted the whole day with you. Not like I don’t have enough PTO to make up for it.”
“Uh-huh, and what excuse did you give them?”
“Told them I had a hot date.” Yeah, sure he did.
So you two ended up sticking around to watch the sunset and you understood why Jack had chosen this spot. This had to be the calmest you’ve felt all week, maybe all month. It was perfect, and having his hand intertwined with yours, you never wanted to leave.
Jack was happy to kiss you until the disappointment at having to head back faded. When you relaxed in his truck, you realized you were at a great risk of falling asleep on him.
He teased that you had to stay up to keep him company, but quickly walked it back and told you to take a nap if you wanted to. Lord knows he sneaks in a quick nap whenever he can. Sadly, you weren’t like your sister, who could sleep anywhere at the drop of a hat, but after about fifteen minutes, the day finally caught up to you.
The next time you opened your eyes, it was to the sight of his garage door opening. You stretched while looking over at Jack, who simply said, “Good nap?” You gave him a small nod, still mid-stretch. “You know you talk in your sleep?”
Your gaze snapped towards his, “I do not!”
He had the most shit-eating grin on his face, “It was nothing to be embarrassed about, mostly just my name,” and he had the audacity to wink at you.
“You’re horrible,” you replied, though there was no animosity behind it.
You did try to help him bring some of the stuff in, but you were vetoed on account of him being a strong man, you suppose. Now you weren’t sure what to do with yourself while you waited for him to be done.
He called out from the garage, “Chinese sound good for dinner? There’s a menu on the fridge.”
“Yeah, what do you get from them?” You asked while sliding the menu from underneath the magnet holding it up. It was a fuzzy cartoon moose with dangling legs and googly eyes. You wondered how you didn’t notice it before. He responded with moo shu pork and scallion pancakes. When he walked into the kitchen, you asked if he had ever had their version of honey chicken. Since he hadn’t, you both decided to share a few plates
“Is it okay if I hop in the shower in the meantime?” You might have overdone it with the layers today.
“Of course,” he pulled you in closer, “Need some help in there?” He didn’t say it in a sleazy way like the way you’ve been propositioned in the past. It was warm, soft, slightly seductive; it let you know that he didn’t expect anything, that everything was still at your pace.
You reached up to peck his cheek, “Pretty sure the food would get ignored if you did. I’ll be super quick. Pick out a good movie though, I want to see what Dr Abbot considers cinema.”
He looked like he wanted to say more, ask more, but all he said was, “Tall order.”
You gave him another quick kiss before heading towards his bathroom. It felt like deja vu from this morning all over again. “It better not be a war movie.” You called out halfway down the hallway.
Some time later found you two sitting on his couch, takeout containers spread across the table. In Jack's defense, he tried to keep the burning question in his mind to himself for as long as he could. “Can I ask you something? You can tell me to fuck off if I’m overstepping.” Now it really felt like deja vu.
“You know I wouldn’t say that,” you said while spearing a piece of broccoli since it just refused to be picked up by your chopsticks.
“Earlier and this morning, the shower…do you not want me to see you sweetheart?” Oh fuck off, your brain groaned, maybe you should have actually told him that instead. “Or is that you don’t want to see me?” Your brain stuttered at his words, you’d never heard his voice sound like that before. He’d never seemed so unsure of himself.
“Jack, your leg has never been a problem for me. I promise you it’s not that.” He nodded, believing you, honestly never doubting you in the first place.
“What is it then?” You liked that he didn’t ask as though you had denied him something; he asked to understand.
There was a moment of stupid humming to yourself, trying to find the right words to say. “I hate to answer your question with a question, but have you ever dated someone who was my size before?” He shook his head no. “Okay…so, it’s not a matter of not wanting you to see me–I do– I really, really do. I just–when you’re constantly told in one way or another that your body is wrong. It’s so fucking hard to believe that anyone could think differently about it. Especially when I’m still trying to think differently about it some days.” He reached for your hand, gentle, steady pressure.
He waited until you met his eyes again. “All I ever want is for you to feel safe and comfortable around me.”
“You know I’ve never taken my shirt off during sex, not before you.” You felt the hot rush of embarrassment at your confession. “No one–” your voice caught on the emotion rising up in your throat. “No one’s ever made me feel safe enough to.”
He didn’t speak, he pulled you close, arms tight like you were the one grounding him instead of it being the other way around. He didn’t say ‘you’re beautiful’ or ‘your body is perfect.’ Instead, he just held you, not with the expectation that it would make anything better, but so you knew that he was there. It meant more to you than words that your brain wouldn’t accept right now.
“Thank you for today,” he let out something between a huff of laughter and a scoff against the top of your head. You didn’t have to thank him for today.
You wouldn’t cry, not right now, but you would enjoy this hug, and he wasn’t pulling away until you did. “Thank you for putting up with me.”
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You two eventually separated, but separated had you as close as possible while still being able to enjoy dinner. Your leg was thrown over his, one hand resting on your thigh while you two ate, and once it was finished, it left his hand free to engulf bare skin beneath. He had apparently been too distracted to pick out a movie, so you two settled on Jurassic Park. Turns out he had a thing for dinosaurs growing up, and while you could’ve made a fossil joke, you refrained yourself.
Neither of you made it past the first Brachiosaurus sighting. Jack had given you a glance out of the corner of your eye, a glance that said ‘turn and look my way so I can kiss you.’ While you tried to keep a straight face, staring dead ahead at the screen, your lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile.
He tilted your chin towards him, capturing your smile. After that, it was all grasping hands between you two. Jack had a habit of wanting his arms wrapped around you; palms weren’t enough, fingers held too little. Maybe if he could get you in his arms, he’d finally feel all of you like he wanted.
His hand had run down the side of your thigh, grabbing the back of your knee to bring your leg to rest over his lap. The action allowing you to decide if you wanted to move further, and you did, you really did. You moved to straddle his lap, a slight burn in the rarely used muscles of your thighs as you made room for him. It was difficult, being cautious of your own weight, of his leg that still gives him pain, you don’t want to be the one to hurt him.
You nearly leaped off of him at the groan he let out, so sure that it was from discomfort, but he held onto you. “Sorry,” you said while trying to scramble back, but he was having none of it.
“You’re fine baby, I promise,” he had you look at him. “I’m more than capable of moving you off of me, but I’ve got no intention of doing that, understand?”
“I’m just worried about hurting you,” you confessed.
He shook his head, pressing a kiss against your jaw, “Let me worry about that.” He pressed another one along the curve, closer to your ear, “I’m almost offended, you’re acting like I can’t handle you.”
You felt his arms tighten around you, muscles flexing to get his point across. “There’s a lot of me to handle.” It’s like it slipped out involuntarily, even though your voice stayed light and airy.
He groaned again, but you knew this one; it was wanting, desperate. “Oh I know…”
The surprised look on your face was kissed away, and then a few extra ones against your cheek, just in case. He was letting you sink into him on your own time. You held one hand underneath his jaw, meeting his lips again, letting out a soft moan between you two. His touch felt like it left scorch marks up and down your back as he traced figure eights along the expanse of it.
When you finally rolled your hips down onto him, he let out a low groan, jaw dropping, breath fanning against your chin. “Do that again,” you gripped the back of his neck, another, more deliberate roll. His hand helped your movements, tightening the hold he had on your waist.
You could spend hours kissing him; it felt like you had been before he asked, “Do you wanna go to bed and let me take care of you?” Fuck, there it is again, deja vu.
But this time, you see the meaning behind the words, a meaning you refused to see the last time he said it. ‘Let me take care of you.’ Not just in bed, not just in this moment. ‘Let me take care of you.’
A quick nod had him helping you off of his lap, leading you down the hall to a bedroom that was becoming very familiar to you.
“I want you out of these pants, now.” You told him, tugging on his belt. He let out a short laugh but reached down, taking over for you.
“Are you getting impatient with me?”
Fingers reached out to brush against his stomach; he was so warm. “You’re standing there without a shirt on, course I’m getting impatient.” You had pushed him against the wall somewhere down the hall, and it had ended up getting left behind there.
“Better take off those shorts then too. If they can even be called that,” he said, pinching the elastic material between his fingers before cupping the flesh right below your ass where the shorts cut off.
“They’re sleep shorts! Big thighs mean shorts ride up.”
“Hmm, one of my favorite parts of you to hold,” he said it so honestly too. Turning you around so that he was now beside the bed. He sat down on the edge, pushing his jeans down fully so that he was left in his boxers. He reached down and removed his prosthetic, setting it against the nightstand before looking up at you again.
“Shorts are still on sweetheart.” His words sounded muffled in your ear. He looked so good like this. You had seen him in this state that morning, just as excited for you, straining against fabric.
He brought you out of your daze, pulling you closer and began to tug the material down, making you laugh. “Now look who’s impatient.” You said while bending over to push them off the rest of the way. Jack placed a kiss against your thigh before you stood back up. “You can’t expect me to not take a moment and appreciate what’s in front of me.”
That got another laugh out of him as he started to slowly push your shirt up, but you paused the motion. “I wanna see you first, I haven’t gotten to yet.” You technically caught a peek of his bare ass that morning, but right now it didn’t count, and you wanted to see more.
There was a small disbelieving shake of his head before he let your shirt drop back down, reaching for his boxers. He was fucking gorgeous, and you thought you couldn’t want him any more than you already did. Your hands were gripping onto his biceps, watching as he revealed himself inch by inch.
It was interesting to see him grow shy under your gaze as you simply looked at him.
“Touch yourself for me Jack.”
He seemed stunned, but his hand still reached for cock like you told him to. “Fuck, that what you want sweetheart? You wanna watch me stroke my cock?”
“Hmm, don’t act so surprised.” He had to know how handsome he was to you. Especially when he touched himself like this. The pace he set was so slow, an instinctive show just for you. You wanted to push his hand away when he ran his thumb over the tip, replace it with your own. But the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he stroked himself was too good to look away from.
He raised a brow, seeing a very different side of you. “You like being in control don’t you?”
Your lips curled into a smile at being read by him. “Sometimes…I like knowing that you’d let me, that you’re not afraid to be loud for me.” You tugged at his curls again, eliciting a filthy, low groan from his lips. You could get drunk off the way he was looking up at you right now.
“You’re dangerous for me,” he didn’t sound like he minded one bit.
You halted his movement, a grieved sound leaving him as you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. “Give me your hand,” he held it up to you, and you let a trail of spit fall from your mouth to his palm. He groaned at the sight, and you pushed his wrist back down, and he was well aware of what you wanted him to continue doing.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a very good doctor on speed dial if you start feeling faint.”
He dropped his forehead to rest against your sternum, mumbling, “Fuckin’ smartass,” before placing an almost barely there kiss in his wake.
You wanted this to last, but you wanted to make him crumble at the same time. “I didn’t say you could kiss me. Maybe I should make you come like this.” He’d probably like that with the way he was looking at you.
“M’not young like I was baby, think the fun would be over too quickly.”
Leaning down, you nuzzled into his cheek. The soft stubble underneath tickled, but it was nothing compared to the lingering aftershave or the cologne that had faded throughout the day. “Not true old man, obviously your mouth still works.” You retreated an inch to see his expression and saw the disbelief and pure hunger that darkened his eyes.
No way of knowing if the nod he gave was intentional or not, you couldn’t help but laugh. “You gonna let me put my mouth to work?” He was ready for whatever you wanted from him. “Fuck baby I can see you dripping down your thighs, let me clean it up for you.”
There was a beat where you debated if you were bold enough to put your foot on the bed next to him, let him have the taste he craved. “Only if you say please.”
“Hmm, please baby, please, please…” his smirk grew with each plea, seeing exactly what it did to you. “I’ve been thinking about the taste of you all week. Promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
“I’ll let you…” He was so eager, excited, hand groping at your thigh. “After I make you feel good first,” you watched him crumble in real time. He knew that it would be good, that you would be so good. But he also knew that you would torture him the entire time.
You lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. “Jesus baby…” he hissed out as your nails scratched up his thigh, red lines appearing in their wake. His hand had stopped moving, and you pushed it aside since it was just in your way now. Your hand took his place, and you looked up, watching the hitch in his breathing when your fingers fully wrapped around him. He was in no way anticipating the sudden movement of your tongue licking him from base to tip.
“Fuuuck,” he hissed out. Your lips wrapped around him, and he let out a shuddering moan, one hand finding the side of your head, waiting for permission to hold onto your hair. “You’re gonna make me come sweetheart, you gotta–fuck–please,”
You could tell he was getting closer by the way his moans and occasional whimper would rise slightly in pitch. You don’t even think he noticed it, but it was enough to have you pulling back after you took him to the back of your throat one last time.
He fell back onto the bed, a desperate groan rattling in his chest. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me,” his arm was covering his eyes, like just the sight of you would be enough to send him over the edge.
Placing a kiss to each of his thighs, you stood over him asking, “Gonna be able to keep up?”
The thumbs up he gave made you laugh, “Yeah, least I thought so…fuck, had no idea what I was getting into with you.”
“I think you’ll live,” you said, pressing a kiss against his stomach. “Where are your condoms at?” He pointed to the nightstand closest to the door, the side he normally sleeps on. You spread out on your stomach next to him, reaching for the drawer and pulling out the surprisingly unopened box. “Oh, you weren’t kidding, you do have better ones.”
He pinched your ass, a kiss and bite following after, before halting your hip when you tried to scramble away. “Don’t ever bring hospital condoms into this house again,” his voice was filled with mock seriousness. Your laugh at his comment faded into a breathy moan as he shoved his face between your thighs. You almost dropped the box to the ground. A hand weakly tried to shove at his head, not entirely prepared for him to do it so suddenly. That hand ended up curling into his hair when he moved you exactly where he wanted.
Your thighs were spread open enough to where he could finally lick up the arousal that had smeared across them before moving back to your pussy. “Oh fuck Jack…”
“Couldn’t wait anymore,” his voice was muffled against you. “Gotta let me lick this pretty cunt clean baby.” The filthy tone had you trying to squirm away from him, thighs tensing. There was a heavy crack in the air as his palm came down onto the flesh of your ass, the exact spot he had kissed a moment earlier. His palms stayed connected to you, moving up to hold open the thigh you’d unconsciously moved.
Once he had you settled, he lifted his head, tongue flicking out to trace a line through your lips. “If you ever need to stop, I want you to tell me alright?” The words were spoken like a starving man, waiting for the moment he could eat again. He just needed your permission, grace maybe.
Jack, unbeknownst to you, had been studying ever since you let him have a taste of you. He cataloged bullet points of your pleasure. What made you tug at his hair harder, or grasp at his hand? What made you unable to look away from him, and what made you throw your head back? Above all, what made you scream for him?
The only satisfaction score he would ever be worried about.
“You sound so pretty.” It nearly did you in, seeing the way he was practically drooling over your pussy when he would dare take a moment to look up at you.
Hands fruitlessly grasped at him, “I need you…”
“Say it again,” he whispered, dipping his tongue down to lap up the cream that had started to drip from you.
“Jack, n-need you, please.” You’ve never begged for someone before and actually meant it.
He chuckled, not in a mocking way, but more desperate, like he was finally getting you to the same place he’s been all week. Pure need. “M’right here, you’ve got me baby.”
You slightly lifted yourself onto an elbow to look down at him. His hips would occasionally grind down into the mattress as he sucked on your clit. Hooded gaze finding yours all while gorging himself on your pussy. Your moans went near silent, thighs spasming by his ears as you pulled him towards you, and he sighed into you.
Your breathing was shaky until sensation started coming back. Finally able to feel the kisses he was placing along your stomach and thighs, moving along the arm he rested his cheek against. “Easy, easy, I’ve got you.”
A few moments, a few deep breaths, and a few gentle grounding touches. “I’ve never come that fast before.” You never had, you didn’t even know you could, so sure your body wasn’t wired that way.
“Don’t go setting challenges for me, not sure you could handle it,” he teased. His body moved along your to meet your lips.
“Not sure I like how cocky you get after making me come.”
He laughed, and you weren’t entirely sure he meant to, “What? You’d rather I be an asshole after?” You grabbed the box of condoms from where they had ended up beside you and shoved it into his chest. He laughed again before kissing the furrow of your brow, “Can’t even let me revel in the fact I had your thighs shaking around me.”
You patted his cheek, “Ego’s at max capacity sweetie.” He kissed away your palm before tearing open the top of the box, taking out one of the foil packets. It was almost mesmerizing in a way, watching him dexterously tear the packaging and roll the condom down the length of his cock. You knew exactly what those fingers could do, how they felt. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.
“You sure?” He asked.
“What do you not fuck on the second date either?” You teased him, but it was mostly to hide your nerves. It’s definitely been a while.
He shook his head at you and gave you a look that said ‘serious answer please.’ Your head bobbed up and down, but the look didn’t leave his face, telling you he wanted words. “I’m sure Jack, just take it a bit slow for me, alright.”
There was determination in his eyes as he brought both of your arms to wrap around his neck. His hand reached down to guide himself, the head of his cock brushing against your clit.
“You know you gotta relax,” he gruffly remarked while his thumb moved in small circles, hoping to get you to loosen the vice-like grip you had around him from where he had started to push in.
“You’re not exactly small,” you snarked back. His ego was being fed well tonight.
He smirked at you, pushing in a bit more, “But you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you?” He was almost all the way in now.
“Fuck me,” You groaned out the phrase, it was being said mostly to yourself, but it still echoed in the room.
“Look at me baby,” he groaned back, and your eyes snapped open; you didn’t even remember closing them. He couldn’t move any farther, and you could feel how tense he was now, aching to move, “Alright?” He asked you, voice slightly out of breath and heady. You’re sure your nails were digging deep marks into the muscles of his back, and you tried to relax the grip, nodding at him all the while.
“Fuck sweetheart, you feel so good.” His name escaped your mouth under your breath as you clenched down around him, a moan catching in his throat at the sensation. “Shit, you gotta give me a second.”
You’d give him that second, but you were sure as hell going to tease him about it. “What was that about being able to handle it?”
“Fucking smartass,” he said through gritted teeth as you shivered, the soft growl of his voice travelling through every nerve. His thrusts were languid at first, making sure you were still okay, and once he heard the moan you let out, he gave a deeper thrust keeping up the motion.
At some point, the movement and angle became too much for his leg, and you could tell there was a frustration building in him. You pulled him down to you, cupping his face in your hands, lips meeting softly despite the force of his previous thrusts. Thighs clamped down around his hips, halting him, he lifted away from you, a questioning look in his eyes. You slowly turned both of you onto your sides, alleviating the pressure, bringing the two of you even closer.
His nose brushed against yours, “This alright?” He was thankful for you noticing; he wanted to be sure he could still make you feel good like this.
You nodded your head as his hand came to cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing along the column of your neck and jaw. His hips rolled up into yours, a soft gasp parting your lips; it was more than alright.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? So sweet for me.” How could you look at him when he said things like that? But your eyes weren’t allowed to stray from his for long, not when his grip would bring you back. The pulsing around his cock told him exactly how you felt about the words he spoke to you. It had him smirking against your cheek, “so good.”
Hands were clawing at his shoulders, his palm had lifted your leg up, giving him a new angle, letting him in deeper. “Don’t–fuck–please don’t stop,” you think you might actually cry if he does.
“Let me feel you come for me, let me feel it.”
Was your heart beating out of your chest? “It’s too much…”
“No it’s not, you’re right there, right there,” he hiked your leg up even higher, holding it in the crook of his arm. His hand reached around your thigh to play with your clit. “This is what you needed, huh?”
“Fuck Jack, Jack…” your voice cracked on his name as you came around his cock. The grip on the back of your neck reminding you to keep your eyes on him.
He moaned your name as he followed after you, and it was the most intoxicating sound, somehow reaching you through the haze of your own pleasure. His pet names always left you reeling, but your name coming from him cut you straight to the core. The thigh he held up was moved to wrap around his waist as you clung to him; he held on just as tightly, if not more.
It didn’t matter that you both were drenched in sweat; neither of you wanted to let the other go. His thumb came up to brush against the apple of your cheek, kissing your soft smile before pulling back again, still catching his breath.
Your own laughter sounded like air, “I’m gonna need another shower,” you mumbled from where your head had fallen to rest on his arm.
He chuckled against your temple, “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”
“I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me this time.” He smiled against your skin, “Think it would give me enough time to get you worked up again?” You asked, playfully reaching down to where his cock had slipped out of you.
He almost jumped away from you, no doubt sensitive, “Should’ve warned me you were gonna be insatiable.”
You shrugged your shoulders, “Sorry, you go your whole life without good sex, and suddenly it’s all you can think about.” You moved around like you were about to leave the bed, but he pulled you back.
a/n: sooo what did ya think??? again if you'd like to be added to taglist plz lmk, especially if i missed you this time around. also here's my masterlist if you're interested in checking out more of my work also be on the lookout for pt 5!!! thanks for reading ♡ᴗ♡
I recently had a comment on a piece of work I did that involved a plus-size character. This person basically said, " 'plus-size, curvy, living in bigger bodies,' just say fat, coming from a fat person, just say fat." To that, I just want to say while you may be able to confidently say that and it have no impact on your mental health there are so many people that hear that word and are flooded with negative emotions and memories. While I myself may be comfortable with calling myself fat and will use it in my writing at times there are plenty of synonymous words that can be used that may not feel as hurtful or negative. I think it's ridiculous to try and tell people that this is the word I use so everyone else should use it too. It's so important to remember that everyone is at a different place in their life and that it costs nothing to be kind to yourself and others.
Hucklerobby could never happen in cannon simply because if Trinity Santos even got an inkling of an older man in a position of power trying something with one of her friends, she’d materialize behind Robby with a fucking gun
holy hell… r u a sorcerer 🧙♀️? What magic r u putting into ur fics dude? I just read your Jack Abbot fics (LOVE THAT MAN DOWN BTW 🧎♀️) and u got me smiling and shit like A FREAK ! I really do hope you continue writing more Pitt stories (WE FINNA BE IN THE PITT) and especially continuing the Santos!sissy storyline, u got me hooked!!! To be even more specific in my compliment to u, the way u write i truly feel like im living out each action (imagining its like a movie of my life) and both characters r doing realistic things that normal (charming, sauve 😉) ppl say and do!
y'all...my heart ₍₍⚞(˶♡ꇴ♡˶)⚟⁾⁾ this was so freaking sweet. a little fun fact about me and my writing style is that i primarily do script writing so i always start with dialogue and build my scenes around it which is why a lot of my stuff is so dialogue heavy. i was also a huge theatre kid as well which helped a lot with my writing and making realistic dialogue, so if you are a writer and have the ability to do theatre work in whatever capacity i highly recommend it for your craft ♡ᴗ♡ thank you thank you thank you WE FINNA STAY IN THE PITT
pairing: dr jack abbot x plus-size! santos' sister! reader
summary: part 3 of the don't let abbot series. trinity brings you out with the day shift, if only you didn't have to wait til tomorrow to see jack again.
word count: 5k ⚕♡
warning: i'm gonna label this chapter as 18 + minors do not interact just because it alludes to smut but doesn't fully go there. this is mostly to set up the full day with abbot in the next part but i wanted to write more pitt crew interactions so this spawned.
a/n: y'all i reached 500 reblogs!!! i can't even tell you how much the love this series has gotten has filled my heart. your kind words have given me so much motivation to continue this series so thank you thank you thank you and i hope you enjoy this part!
divider by @cursed-carmine
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4
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Texts from Jack in the morning were becoming a staple of your routine on the days you had to go in early.
Jack: When can I see you again?
You: You just saw me Tuesday, like you do every week.
Jack: And I haven’t had more than thirty minutes with you since Sunday.
Jack had you thinking that Sundays might be a holy day in your household again.
You: I’m actually going out for drinks with Trinity tonight, but I’ll be off tomorrow.
Jack: I have to go in tomorrow night. Any chance I could steal you for the day?
You: I would let you steal me tonight if it wasn’t so rare for my sister to invite me out.
Jack: You two make me glad I was an only child.
You: Missed out on a lot of crucial bullying then. But to answer your question, I would love to spend the day with you.
Jack: There’s more bullying now actually. Want to grab breakfast this morning? I’ll be heading out soon.
You: I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be going home and sleeping after a double.
Jack: Pretty sure I can handle one more hour.
You: Wish I could handsome, but I gotta head out in thirty.
Jack: That’s alright sweetheart, Pams won’t taste the same without you.
The name brought you back to that Sunday morning, to being woken up with kisses against the back of your neck, down to the curve of your shoulder. Feeling him nuzzle away the fabric of the strap of his tank top that he loaned you to sleep in the night before. A mumbled ‘g’morning’ pressed against your shoulder. Your hand had reached behind you to card through his bed head, whispering your own ‘good morning’ back. His hands traced familiar patterns, like he was reacquainting himself with you in the daylight. You two tend not to get much time in the sun.
The sharp sound of the doorbell interrupted the upward path his hand was taking. “That’ll be breakfast.” He had already been up for thirty minutes at this point, content to watch you curled up in his sheets.
“Hmm, thought you were making the sandwiches?” You asked mid stretch.
“I was, but then I realized I’d get more time in bed with you this morning if I ordered food. Told them to ring the bell and leave it cause I knew I’d get distracted by you.” As if to prove his point, he leaned down and kissed your stomach over the fabric before slightly pushing it up and up.
Fingers pulled him gently back by his curls. “Make it sound like it’s my fault.”
The groan he let out settled low between you. “Oh, it is, let me go downstairs and get it.” It almost sounded like he was regretting the concept of breakfast entirely.
"Why downstairs?" That was down by the garage, why not the front door?
"Got the guy who likes to leave it there, I'll be right back."
Your hand came to rest on his chest to halt his movement. “Hold on, you stay here, I’ll go grab it.”
“Baby I can–”
“I know you can, but there’s no sense in you putting your leg on if you’re just getting back in bed with me. Plus, I’m pretty sure I left my phone somewhere on the couch anyway.” It was just too good an argument for him to refute, and he knew it.
You pushed the covers off your lap and swung your legs over the side of the bed to head down to the garage. As you did, you felt a pinch on your ass cheek. Fair is fair, so you playfully reached back to pinch at his thigh in retaliation. You missed the look he gave you as you stepped out of the bedroom, it would have made you melt had you seen it.
The garage door was opened just enough to grab the delivery; there was no sense in the neighborhood seeing your underwear. On the doorstep, there was a greasy white paper bag, a receipt stapled to it alongside a drink carrier containing two coffees.
Your phone somehow managed to get wedged beneath the cushion last night. Both you and Jack had been exhausted by the time he was through that you hadn't even thought about it. Thankfully, there was still a bit of charge to it. There was a message notification from Trinity sent sometime around two in the morning.
Sissy: Good for you whore. Now I won’t be able to look my attending in the eye tonight.
You: I’ll make it even worse for you. He was fucking phenomenal.
Sissy: EWWW
You would have thought she’d have been too busy to respond so quickly. But the image of her frozen in disgust in the middle of the ER had you laughing quietly to yourself. Looking down at the writing on the cups as you were walking down the hall, you saw that one had the perfect amount of cream and sugar. “How’d you know my coffee order?” You asked once you reached the door.
He sat up a bit straighter and tossed his phone onto the side table, giving you his full attention again. “Saved it in my phone after I ordered it for us that one time.”
You handed him his cup, and he eagerly took a sip, letting his hand drift towards the back of your thigh to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. He tilted his face up, expecting, hoping that you’d reach down to meet him.
“You sure you want me to give you a kiss? It’s a gnarly combo of coffee and morning breath right now.” Even as you said it, you were already halfway to him.
“Same here.” He placed a quick peck against your lips. “Can always brush after breakfast.” Another kiss, deeper, hungrier. “Besides, you licked your pussy off my tongue last night, morning breath is nothing at this point.”
Your laughter met his rather dirty mouth. “You’re a bit crude before coffee, aren’t you?” He made no move to deny it, but he did decide that he was fine with the sandwiches going cold. They had already survived the whole trip here. What’s a few more minutes when he can feel you breathing into him?
Hunger did eventually win though, you both made short work of breakfast before following up on the plan to share the bathroom. Jack produced a spare toothbrush from beneath his sink, and you raised a brow at it. He said he kept them for the rare nights that Robby stays over after sharing one too many drinks together.
Once he situated himself back on the bed, he didn’t waste a second in getting you beneath him. “You look like straight sin this morning sweetheart. Making me think I should start going to church on Sunday.”
“And miss out on this?” You questioned, suggestively rolling your hips beneath him.
His face scrunched up like he was contemplating it for a moment before smirking and moving down your body. “I guess I’ll stay a heathen then.”
He mouthed at your pussy through the cotton of your underwear. They were completely ruined at this point, thoughts of having to maybe borrow a pair of Jack's boxers for the trip home running through your mind. “You gotta leave me with a taste baby, I’ll be starving for you.” It had been a blissful morning of him bringing you over the edge twice. He still refused any help on your end, but only because he spent all the time you two could spare focused on you. He said he’d be fine, that he got exactly what he wanted. Both of you foolishly believing that it would tide you over till your schedules aligned again.
Tuesday had been especially cruel. Jack was pulled in every single direction that night, hardly able to finish a sentence when he finally caught up to you before something else dragged him away. You had felt his eyes on you multiple times throughout those hectic two hours as you bounced between the break room and the nurse's desk.
Now you were walking into PTMC giddy for a night out with the promise of a day with Jack tomorrow. Your sister was slumped over a computer, finishing up her charts. “Hey slacker, you almost free?”
She leaned against you, a ‘save me’ mumbled into your side. “Just about…”
“Hey Dana,” you called out as the charge nurse rounded the corner.
Her eyes were darting between a couple of rooms, finishing up the last few tasks before handoff. “Hey hun, what do you crazy kids got planned tonight? The place has been buzzing all morning.”
“Not sure, Trinity’s keeping it a surprise. All I know is alcohol is involved.” You were only having two drinks max tonight, so you could still drive. It took a lot more to get you buzzed, and at that point, it just got too expensive.
She laughed at that. “Please make sure they get back to me in one piece.”
Hand over heart, “Don’t worry, I promise a responsible adult will be present at all times.”
“Yeah? Let me know when you find one.” She never misses a chance for a jab. It’s comforting in a way.
“Hey, it’s Santos squared,” Whitaker called out, exiting one of the rooms on the left side. He seemed really proud of himself for coming up with that.
“You know we have different last names, right?” Trinity said, spinning around in her chair, a smirk on her face that said she was about to make someone sweat. It was true though, different deadbeat dads who both wanted their kids to have their last name.
Dennis started stumbling for the right words, “Wha–no–how would I know that? You’ve never said.” You wonder if his face just looks perpetually terrified or if it’s only around your sister.
“Well, now you know.” She said, turning back to the task at hand.
He came to sit in the chair next to Trinity, logging into the computer to finish up his own charting. “Thanks for driving tonight, by the way.”
“It’s no problem, thanks for letting me tag along with you guys.”
Javadi managed to sneak up behind you, “It’s gonna be great. I’m taking this as a day to celebrate things finally going back to normal.”
“You think this place is normal?” If Trinity kept wanting to make snide remarks, you lot would never get out of here.
“Well, no, but we’re not as short-staffed, so less doubles at least. I will miss your cooking though,” she directed at you. You told her that she was welcome to come over for dinner sometimes if she’s ever free. She happily agreed, stating that she could bring some of her family’s recipes since you’ve been kind enough to share yours. After a minute of chit chat the night shift’s charge nurse Lena, came around to tell you all to hurry up and move out.
As soon as she walked away, Trinity jumped up from her chair, hands in the air like she just finished a marathon, a triumphant ‘finished’ echoing around the department. Javadi and Whitaker both gave her mocking golf claps before the moment was broken.
The red phone rang behind Dana, but she held up her hands, signalling the other charge nurse to take over. She was done for the night. “Let’s take that as our cue to get the fuck out of here.”
An hour later, your group was crammed around a high-top table that was really only meant for two people, but the crowd tonight meant you all had to make do. Somehow, your sister had managed to convince you to take a shot, which somehow turned into two, which meant that your plans of driving everyone home were now out of the question. Trinity was heading back to the table, a round of beers in her hand before she stopped in her tracks. You couldn’t see what had caught her attention from here, but she quickly unfroze and practically ran through the crowd back to the table.
“Shit, shit shit shit…” She ducked into your side, using you as a shield for whatever she was avoiding.
Your first thought was that something might have happened while she was up at the bar. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She held her head in her hands as if the universe was trying to royally fuck her over. “Fucking Garcia is here.”
“Oh, yikes, where?” Victoria asked while looking around the area without an ounce of subtlety.
Dennis tried to pipe up as the voice of reason. “Trinity, you two work together, it’s just weird if you try to hide in public.”
“Shut up Fuckleberry.” The nickname held a touch more venom, but it’s only because she knew he was right and couldn’t stand it.
You backed him up, “He’s got a point.” She shot back that you should shut the fuck up too. “Alright, I’m gonna solve this. Who said they wanted to keep things casual?”
“Me. But she didn’t say she wanted anything different!”
“Well, who would after being told that it’s casual?” It’s a terrifying thing to put yourself out there like that. Especially when one party has made their feelings clear, and the other could never truly know if they would change.
She was almost halfway through her beer, and you could tell that hammered Trinity would definitely be making an appearance tonight. “I don’t need this right now.”
“You should know better than anyone not to fuck where you work. Just sayin’.”
Her eyes held fire as she leveled you with a glare. “Oh, so only you can fuck where I work?” You rolled your eyes at her. She was grasping at straws now
“Wait, you and Dr. Abbot are finally going out? When did that happen?” Victoria asked like was personally betrayed by this information. She had apparently been waiting for something to happen since the first day you stopped by.
“We’ve only gone on one date, and we didn’t–”
Trinity piped in, “Oh, don’t bullshit me, you spent the night!”
“You spent the night?!” Dennis and Victoria exclaimed at the same time. Were you this eager for drama at their age? You honestly couldn’t remember. They were like blood thirsty cupids trying to figure out how everything evolved without their watchful eyes. They asked what the date was like, who asked who, and what Jack was like outside of the hospital. You were starting to get a little too buzzed to answer all of their questions with a filter.
“Maybe I should switch over to nights instead if Abbot’s in love. The place might be a bit calmer.” Both of the girls looked at Dennis like he had lost his mind
“Don’t even think about it Huckleberry, night shift would eat you alive.” Apparently, he had been spared the doubles by giving up his days off, which you’re not sure where the train of thought is with that. Wouldn’t a double be better as long as you got at least one day off?
“I think I could do it, if I like mentally prepare myself.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself at this point. You thought he was joking at first, but maybe he was genuinely considering a switch for some reason.
Javadi asked, “Wait, so how is this working between you two if you technically work for the hospital?”
Trinity looked really pleased by this tidbit her addled brain forgot. “Oh shit, that’s right, are you fucking our boss?” She leaned in close, almost pushing you off the uncomfortable stool you were sitting on.
You pushed her back but had to quickly steady her when she leaned a little too hard. “He’s not my boss, I’m just a rep for Meals, the hospital doesn’t own me like it does you guys.”
“They’d sell our kidneys if they could,” Trinity said.
“They’d make us take them out first,” Victoria quipped back.
“Who’s selling kidneys around here?” A voice piped up behind you, and judging by the way your sister froze, you could only assume that this was Garcia.
She tried to take a second to compose herself. “Uh, night shift apparently.”
Garcia rested her elbow on the small table, incredibly close to Trinity even though she didn’t need to be. “Wrong, they mostly deal with livers.” She had a very dry sense of humor, and you could see why Trin liked her so much. “Who’s this?”
Trin pointed at you from over her shoulder, “My sister.”
You’d probably be wondering how you didn’t know the person you’ve been hooking up with for months now had a sibling they were living with too. “No shit Santos, I didn’t know there were more of you.”
“Yeah we’re everywhere apparently, nice to meet you.” You reached out your hand for her to shake.
Her grip was firm, steady, but not trying to intimidate anyone. “Nice to meet you too. Next round’s on me for the work you guys did with that pile up this morning. Really good job.”
Your sister practically glowed under the praise, “You just giving out compliments for free now Yo?”
She smirked at her, “Nothing comes for free baby. Did you want me to introduce you to a few people from ortho that are here, make a good first impression?”
Trinity looked like she might throw up. No doubt the thought of meeting higher-ups while drunk would only spell disaster. You were kind of irritated at her for even bringing it up. Clearly, she could see that your sister was one–almost two–sheets to the wind. “Uhm, well–we uh–we were actually about to go up and sing.”
This was news to you. “We were?”
She grabbed your arm and yanked you off the stool, somehow even stronger with a few drinks in her system. “Yep, let’s go.”
You could faintly hear Garcia saying that ‘she had to see this.’ Once you both were out of earshot, the question was raised, “How is this somehow better than just talking to her like an adult Trinity?”
“Because I would rather die.” She refused to look at you and just continued to drag you through the crowd. This wasn’t unusual for you two; on the rare amusement park trips she was always leading the way. She didn’t care about the crowd that she had to bulldoze through because she was on a mission, and you would have only slowed it down with your politeness.
God really must hate you both because there was no one signed up for the next round of karaoke when she finally got up there. “Why do I always get pulled into embarrassing bullshit with you? I need to drag your ass to therapy, that’s what I need to do.”
“Just shut up and pick a song.”
Fine, she wanted you to pick a song, you’d pick one. You took a moment to look through the list of available songs, one name sticking out to you in particular. The intro to Somebody Told Me by The Killers began to reverberate throughout the bar, gathering the attention of a few patrons. You didn’t even have to look at Trinity to feel the look of disbelief she was giving you. This song had been a staple during morning car rides and late-night pick-ups. She could deny it all she wants, but your sister had to thank yours truly for her incredible music taste.
You both traded off verses, coming together for the chorus, nerves leaving the second you both committed to such terrible off-key singing. Victoria was clapping for you both once the song finished, and you two walked off the small stage. “You guys looked like you were having fun up there.” She’d never seen Trinity smile like that before, it was disarming for her.
You both reached for your beers, a touch overexerted from the enthusiastic performance. “I got Trinity a karaoke machine one year for Christmas. There wasn’t a moment of peace in that house for three months.”
Dennis slid over two shots towards you. “Here, it’s from Garcia, she said she had to head out.”
Trinity downed the shot before anyone could blink. “Yeah, figures.” The small glass landed on the table with more force than intended. “Crash, you’re getting the next round.”
“What? Why me?”
“'Cause I saw you recording, send it to me, then delete it.”
You weren’t sure how much time had passed after that. Long enough for Trinity to have dragged Dennis onstage for a solo after he got a disappointing text that he refused to talk about. She was cheering at his pick of When Will I Be Loved, " an interesting choice. Victoria refused to get onstage with the threat of fainting that everyone took very seriously, but you saw the smile she gave into her drink at getting the group to back off though. She left after Trinity suggested another shot, and you two ended up slumped together on a vacant couch while Dennis was outside taking a phone call.
“I just don’t get why she doesn’t like me sissy.” She sounded so dejected, and you hadn’t heard her talk about someone like this since she was in high school.
Your hands were moving lazily around, hoping to drunkenly confirm your point. “Trin, I’m telling you she does, she bought your drink, she was like looking at you the entire time you were on stage–”
“She never wants to cuddle after sex, and it’s really good sex too.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
There was a long break between the two of you, where you just leaned into each other. “Dude, we can’t drive home.” You nodded your head, humming out an agreement.
It took you a moment to comprehend the figure that was suddenly standing in front of you, illuminated by a few neon lights of the bar. “Jaaaack, what are you doing here?”
He looked at the pair of you, drunk as skunks. “Taking you two home apparently.”
You started to sit up, head slightly spinny. “That’s so sweet of you, but you don’t gotta, we-woah–we were just gonna get an Uber. Hey where’s Dennis?”
“Yeah, not happening sweetheart.” The nickname earned a grimace from your sister. “And Dennis is fine, saw him outside, he was getting himself a ride.” It felt like there was more to it than that, but you were too loose to hold onto the thought.
Suddenly, Jack being here didn’t add up in your mind. “How’d you know we were here?”
“Trinity messaged me from your phone asking for a ride.”
You shouldn’t have turned to look at her as sharply as you did. All it served was to make you dizzy. “When did you do that?”
Her words were starting to slur a bit more heavily now. “When you were giving Huckleberry advice on his weird love triangle between farmers only and mystery meat–man–myster man.” Damn, how did you not see that happening? Also, what advice did you give him?
“Sorry bout that Jack.”
He was finding this all very amusing deep down. “All is forgiven if you let me get you home safe.”
You held out your hand for him to shake on it, and for him to help you off the couch. “Deal,” he pulled you up, and you practically fell into his chest before he steadied you. “Hmm, God you smell good.” His chuckle was felt throughout every inch of the connection between you two. He reached out to help Trinity as well. She was a touch steadier after taking a second to get her bearings. “I have to go pay my tab.”
“I already took care of it.” He picked up your bag that would have definitely gotten left behind from its place on the couch.
You had the most heartbroken look on your face. “What? No, I gotta pay you back, how much was it?”
“A dollar, but I can only accept pennies, so I think you’ll have to pay me back later.”
“That’s not fair, I can pay for my own–” Trinity covers your mouth.
She cleared her throat like she was preparing a speech for Congress. “What she means to say is thank you bossman. You are saving the broke residents one tequila shot at a time.”
“Uh-huh, and just how many of those have you had?”
“Pretty sure we stopped at three. S’not my fault tho, it was a special.” That was a lie, all of the tequila was sadly at full price.
“Jesus, kid.”
She brushed him off. “Don’t worry about us, me and sissy can handle our liquor juuusst fine.” Not exactly something to be proud of. She almost knocked you over with her exaggerated punch to your shoulder, but luckily Jack was still standing tall.
His arms crossed over his chest, and you wanted to bury your face into the muscle. “You’re swaying.”
Trinity shook her head, “S’cause you’re not standing straight.”
You just stood there, trying to sober up by the second. There had been zero expectation of seeing Jack tonight while you had been drinking of all things. If you just pretend to be sober, it’s sure to happen eventually. “Alright, let’s get you girls home.”
Later found you in the passenger seat of his truck again. His hand was resting at a respectable spot on your thigh, gentle squeezes given every now and then, like he did the morning he dropped you off at home.
“Hey Abbot, does Garcia hate me?” The question rang out from the back seat.
He looked over at you, silently asking, ‘how the hell am I supposed to answer that?’ Your shrug signalled that he was on his own with that one. “I don’t think you’d be asking that if you weren’t drunk. But to answer your question, no, I don’t think she does.”
“Kay, I can work with that,” and she left it at that, cheek smushed against the window.
The ride passed quietly between you all until he pulled up to the parking lot behind your apartment complex. You looked behind you to see your sister conked out, “Trinity, Trinity, wake up, we’re here.” She responded with a mumbled ‘m’up’ like she used to back when you had to get her up for school. Once you were sure she wasn’t going to fall back asleep against the window, you turned towards Jack. “Can I go home with you?”
There was a fake retching noise from the back. “Eugh, I’m getting out before you two make me sick.”
Jack was scrambling to keep her from heading out, worried about the flight of stairs for both of you. “Now, hold on a sec, you sure you wanna do that sweetheart?”
You nodded your head; it made perfect sense to you. “Yeah, we were gonna spend the day together anyway. This way we get the morning too. Unless you had plans?”
Trinity let out a long, dramatic groan that both of you ignored. “Now I think I might actually be sick.”
“Long as you’re sure, I’d love to have you over.” And that was that. He got you both back up to your apartment in one piece, and you made sure Trinity was okay with a trash can next to her bed. She was out like a light as soon as her body hit the mattress, a ‘thank you, sissy’ muffled by her pillow before sleep came. You did not want to face the demon that would rise by you trying to wake her up to get into her pajamas. So you left a few tylenol and a bottle of water on her bedside table.
It occurred to you only after seeing Jack on your couch that this was his first time in your apartment. He was looking at your pictures now, your kitchen, your life. But you both were too tired to actually go down memory lane properly. Maybe you could when you have him in your home again.
He helped you pack a bag for tomorrow since you were still a touch too sluggish to make sure you had everything you would need. Once you were done, he took the bag from you and shoved a water bottle in your hand, told you to drink it on the way. You were very proud of not making a total fool of yourself tonight. The most sober drunk award should be given to you; you’d accept it gladly. Especially if it meant you got to feel Jack kissing your forehead while your head was cloudy, all it left you with was warmth.
You felt like you were being carried on wind to Jack's bed. He helped you into your sleep shirt, nothing against his tank tops, but they still weren’t oversized enough for you to sleep comfortably in them. His fingers plucked a makeup wipe from your bag, taking extra care to be gentle underneath your eyes where your eyeliner had smeared throughout the night. Finally, he got himself dressed for bed and pulled you close to him beneath the covers. You had never felt so treasured.
“I really wanna kiss you right now,” you told him.
He pressed a firm kiss against your cheek, “Save it for me tomorrow, and I’ll kiss you for as long as you want.” You could do that, you could save it, you were just so tired.
“I’m glad I got to see you tonight.” You continued, not ready to say goodnight just yet, even as your voice was getting softer. “Was sad I wouldn’t see you til tomorrow.”
He held onto you tighter, “Hmm, it was all I could think about today too. Don’t you worry though sweetheart, I’ve got a day planned for us. ”
“Should I be scared?”
His chuckle shifted the hair on top of your head. “You got up and sang The Killers in front of everyone tonight, I think you’ll be fine.”
How did he… “Fucking Trinity.”
You felt him laugh again and place another kiss on the back of your head. “Go to sleep.”
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pairing: dr jack abbot x plus-size! santos' sister! reader
summary: pt 2 of don't ever let abbot think he's cool. the highly anticipated date <3
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warning: SMUT-also a good amount of fluff but-SMUT. 18 + only, minors do not interact
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At this rate, you would be going on your date in a robe with a towel on your head. Stubbornly, you were so sure that if you just stared at your closet for a bit longer, the answer would magically appear.
“You’re seriously overthinking this right now,” Trinity remarked from behind you. She had been lounging sideways on your bed for the last hour, silently judging. Well, not exactly silent, she’s taken to likening you to an anxious tornado bouncing back and forth between the closet and dresser, leaving destruction in your wake. If she had known you’d be panicking this much, she would have never ‘nudged’ Abbot yesterday.
“Hey, Dr Abbot, can I talk to you for a sec?” He was meandering around the nurses' station, finishing up a discussion with Shen and Walsh. She figured now would be the best time to hash it out with him before something came bursting through their doors.
Abbot always made time for his residents, even if he was dreading the topic of conversation. Trinity sure as hell didn’t appreciate the look that was passed between the three stooges, but she was on a mission now. He led them to the staff lounge, which was relatively empty since the shift change.
“Can I talk to you like you’re not my attending right now?” She was posted up against the counter, a pot of burnt coffee was still dripping behind her. Her arms were crossed like she was the PTMC bouncer, and Abbot was sure she believed herself to be the picture of intimidation.
He let out a tired sigh. It was–what–8:38, way too early in the shift to deal with this. “I’m assuming this is about your sister?”
Santos gave him an exasperated look, as if she would have pulled him aside like this for anything else. “Either you need to buck up and ask her out or leave her alone, okay. My sister doesn’t need some dinasour stringing her along–”
She was expecting her bluntness to rattle him, but he’s not one to stir easily. The dinosaur comment didn’t even phase him. “You know it’s funny that you mention it, since that’s actually what I was in the middle of before we were so rudely interrupted.” Trinity took that with a grain of salt, a whole month, and suddenly she’s the reason Abbot couldn’t get his head out of his ass. Sure.
“Then why does she think you’re not interested?”
The look on Abbot’s face was almost enough to make up for all the doubles she’s worked this past month. “She thinks I’m not–what?” He sort of reminded her of a sad puppy, or one of those weepy life insurance commercials.
God, men can be so fucking stupid, she thought. “Look, my sister, she’s weird okay,” only she’s allowed to say that about her though. “She’s never gonna think you like her unless you say it straight to her face. So be blunt, be bold, and don’t be a coward.” She should not be having to help an old man with dating advice, but this is her life now apparently.
He seemed to finally snap back to attention. “Well, since we’re speaking so freely, your conversation with her in here the other day was completely inappropriate.”
Trinity’s eyes rolled so far to the back of her head before rolling back to him. “Oh my god I’ve already gotten third degree from Robby–”
“It was inappropriate, spiteful, and cruel Trinity.” She wondered if it stung because she actually respected Abbot or if it stung because she knew it was true. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, she knew it would hurt, and she had said it anyway.
More than anything, it made her angry. “You don’t know a thing about me and my sister alright, you’ve known her for a month–”
“And I’m actively trying to get to know her better–”
Trinity would do chairs for a straight week if it meant she could get out of the conversation she started. This is what she gets for trying to play cupid. “Jesuuuus, listen, she’s bringing food by in a couple hours, make a move or stay lonely, I don’t care.” She did care, she cared about her sister. More than she could ever say. She also really cared about the hundred bucks that were on the line too.
Her hand was on the door when Abbot spoke up again. “I can’t tell if you’re giving me your ‘blessing’ or actively telling me to stay away.”
She didn’t have the time to give him the peace of mind either, lives to save and all that. “Better hurry up and figure it out then.”
Good thing Abbot’s not as big a coward as she thought. Now she’s a hundred dollars richer.
“And you’re underthinking, okay, this is my–this is my first date in a really long time. Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna have a panic attack. Is that a bad sign? Should I just cancel?” Yeah, go ahead and cancel on the insanely hot doctor, like you’ll be able to do any better. Your mind had been unnecessarily steamy and spiteful today.
You could hear her flop back on the bed. “Why don’t you just borrow something from my closet?” How the times have changed. You remembered her sneaking into your room, stealing your t-shirts and flannels. But God forbid if you asked to borrow something of hers, even though it was never clothing, most of the time it was something simple like a hair tie.
She didn’t mean it in a malicious way, but the offer still irritated you when you were already stressed enough as is. “Trinity that’s very sweet of you, but nothing in your closet would fit me.” It came out through clenched teeth as you violently swiped through the hangers.
There was a loud groan before Trinity shot off the bed and practically shoved you out of the way. “Jesus, move over.” Her fingers were quick and precise, like she knew exactly what she was looking for. “Here, wear this.” She tossed a black turtleneck and a pair of loose-fitting tweed pants over her shoulder, casual and classy, perfect. “And these,” you barely had time to catch the shoes that were being thrown at you.
“Ooo, okay yeah, yeah this is nice, thanks Trin.”
“Yup…” you thought that she would have left as soon as she was done. “You uh, you want me to do your hair?”
There was a pause where you both just looked at each other like the answer would pop into existence itself if no one spoke. After a beat, you bobbed your head up and down, not trusting yourself to answer without crying. God, when was the last time she had done that? You remember the last time you styled hers, it was for her graduation. But back when she was younger, she would beg you to play hair salon with her, every day ‘sissy can I braid your hair.’ There were always more knots than when she started, but you never complained.
She directed you to sit at the vanity in the corner and made quick work, steady, but quick. “So, uh, I was probably gonna go out for drinks with a couple of people Friday, would you wanna come with?” There wasn’t a moment of eye contact during that question, and you had to tease her for it.
You leaned your head back against her stomach so you were looking up at her. “Are you asking your big sister to hang out with youuuu?”
There was a short playful tug on the section she held in her hand as she pushed you back up. “Shut up, are you in or not?”
“Yeah, not like I’ve got anything better to do.” You shrugged your shoulders like it was no big deal, but it was, probably more than Trinity realized in that moment.
Now it was her turn to tease you. “I think you mean you didn’t have anyone better to do, but I’m sure that’ll change after tonight.” Your elbow reached back trying to catch her ribs, but she quickly side-stepped it. “You’ll let me know if there’s weird shit at his place, right? Or like a cliche kinky dungeon, I mean obviously I don’t want details but–
This time, your elbow did hit its mark. “Shut the fuck up Trinity.”
The next hour was a mess. Trinity had taken to going through each bottle of perfume you owned to determine the right one for you to use. You could have sworn you saw her pocket a tester that held her interest, but you’d let that slide tonight. She also rifled through your closet again after you got dressed, occasionally asking if she could ‘borrow’ a few pieces. It was nice to know that some things still stay the same.
Eventually, the two of you migrated to the living room. Trinity offered a shot for your nerves, but you reminded her that you were too old to be pregaming for a date. Still, you did take a sip of her tequila, which was apparently going to be her company for the night while you were gone.
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, and even you could admit you were too eager with how fast you picked it up.
I’m downstairs, but don’t feel like you have to rush. He was early, that shouldn’t be hot to you, but it was. You were always the first one to show up for a date, always the one to have to wait.
Okay! Be down in just a sec!
Trinity looked playfully disturbed at how giddy her sister was. “Alright, he’s here. I’m gonna head out.”
She stopped you at the door, “Oh wait, here,” she reached into the pocket of her sweats and handed you a few condoms. “Swiped these from the hospital just in case. You can never trust men to have one, and if they don’t, they’re not even worth it.”
Was she just keeping those in her pocket the entire time? Probably best not to ask that question. You put your hand out to decline, but she shot you a look that told you it would be better to just take the damn condoms. “Thanks, Trin.”
You slipped them into your purse and couldn’t help but think about the possibility that you might end up using them tonight. “Hey, just–have fun, and be careful, I know nothing will–just be careful.”
It always tugged at your heartstrings when your sister became protective of you. Still, this was kind of painful to watch. You’d hug her if you were one hundred percent sure it wouldn’t break her out in hives. “I promise I’ll text you.”
“You better.”
“Love you sissy.” You dragged out the declaration, voice syrupy sweet.
She rolled her eyes and turned you around before practically kicking you out the door. “Jeez get the fuck out of here and get laid.”
You were halfway down the stairs when Trinity burst out the door, “Hey, did you forget something?” She held out the pan of lemon squares you had made yesterday. There was one missing, no doubt she grabbed it before bringing it out to you. Climbing back up the stairs, you thanked her for being a lifesaver, but she said, “Something tells me he wouldn’t have minded if you forgot about them.” You would have minded though, if you say you’re bringing dessert, you’re bringing dessert, inuendos be damned.
He was standing outside his truck, leaning against the door. A man his age should not have this much charisma; it’s just a dangerous combination. Still, you could see that his thumb tapped against his thigh near his pocket; maybe he was just as nervous as you. He was dressed in a dark blue henley and jeans that were on the lighter side. It was different from what you normally saw him in at the veterans center, but it felt like a treat seeing him out of his scrubs.
As soon as you stepped out of the door that led to the back parking lot, he was making his way towards you. His eyes unabashedly tracing over every inch of you this time, no nosy nurses around to catch him. You’re glad that Trinity had pushed you to forgo blush because you could already feel heat rising to your cheeks.
“You look gorgeous.”
“You look pretty handsome yourself…” You trailed off as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, which you were worried might have scorched his lips from the heat. He smelled so good, so many notes on top of tobacco and clove, it was mouthwatering.
Of course, you thought that he would move back after the kiss, but no, he lingered, and he–did he just sniff you? Oh fuck, “Hmm,” Jack Abbot just practically moaned into your neck, and now you feel lightheaded. “You smell good,” now he finally took a step back, oh yeah, this fucker knew exactly what he was doing; it lit a sort of fire in you.
“S-so do you.” Too bad your mouth couldn’t catch up with your brain around this man.
His barely there smile spoke volumes, no doubt he knew the effect he had on you. Like it hadn’t been completely obvious this past month. “Come on sweetheart, I promised you dinner.” His palm was pressed lightly against your back as he led you to his truck. You wanted his hand around your waist, his fingers gripping you tightly to him, but for now, you’ll take what you can get without scaring him off.
“Good to know you’re a man of your word.”
He looked down at the tray in your hand. “Could say the same about you. Guess you weren’t kidding about dessert, huh?”
“Oh, I never joke when it comes to dessert.” Jack opened the door for you, offered his hand and everything. To so many people, it would be such a small thing. Something to be expected or glossed over, but to you it’s a sort of wake-up call. Why should you have ever been expected to accept anything less when it’s so simple?
You allowed yourself a brief moment of panic in the time that he closed the door and made his way to the opposite side. Deep breath, deep breath.
“You warm enough?” The space felt so much smaller all of a sudden. Yes, ridiculously enough, and it’s not from the heat circulating in this truck. You told him that you were fine, that you tended to run hot anyway.
The fact that you almost swooned when he backed out of the parking space is just dismal. But he did the thing, you know, the thing where the guy puts his hand on the back of your headrest and backs out without a care in the world with one hand. You were certain that he intentionally flexed the arm right next to your head as well. How are you supposed to survive this night?
Your heart finally calmed down when he dropped his arm and turned left out of the parking lot. Angling your body towards him, you said, “I got so used to seeing you in scrubs, was starting to think you only existed in the ER.” He hadn’t had a chance to visit the center either, what with the hospital being short-staffed this past month.
“Yeah, there’s a whole underground basement system where they like to store us. Luckily, they let me out tonight for good behaviour.” Jack Abbot was a very safe driver; you figured most of the ER staff would be (Trinity excluded), considering the stuff they see on a daily basis. He didn’t go more than ten over the speed limit, always checked his blind spots, and not once did you hear the god-awful revving that you associated with trucks.
“Definitely not beating the night shift are vampires allegation are you?”
He chanced a quick look at you. “Promise I don’t bite.”
Your arm came up to rest on the center console, leaning in even closer. “Damn, I was really hoping you did.”
His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel, and his shoulders briefly shook with restrained laughter. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
There’s the side of you that can flirt, but it’s always been hesitant. Around Jack though, that side has never known anything but confidence. Except when he occasionally manages to short-circuit your brain. “Only the best kind, promise.” You’ve never felt this secure so early on a first date; they’ve always been awkward and stiff, but it just feels easy right now.
You were surprised to find out that he only lived ten minutes away from your apartment when he pulled into his driveway. He hadn’t mentioned anything when you texted him your address at the hospital. Makes things a bit easier, your brain supplied. His place was a beautiful, dark, one-story house that still held a love of the 70's; you’re sure that you’ve passed by it before and admired it. Small world.
He helped you down from the truck and led you up the steps to the front door. The pressure of his palm on your back was firmer than before. One of the first things you noticed about his home was that it’s calm. It didn’t necessarily feel lived in because he was hardly ever here, but it also invited you in. It said come in and rest your head before you have to leave again, and it made you want to stay.
His hand gently grabbed the strap of your purse, and it startled you for a second before you let it fall off your arm. He hung it up on one of the available hooks and grabbed the tray out of your hand, setting it next to the bowl that held his keys. Both hands hovered above your shoulders, a silent question of may I? So you dropped your arms to let him. How was he giving you so many firsts tonight, and it hasn’t even been–what–thirty minutes? “Alright, I’ve got steaks marinating in the fridge–”
“Oh, so you do know what you’re doing.” He hung up his own coat and took off his shoes. You followed suit, and then he was leading you towards the kitchen with your dessert. It was barebones but clean, sleek and modern, fancy appliances, but nothing extra littered the counters besides a coffee pot and a container for cooking utensils. It made sense for Jack. The rest of his place had much more character. Comfort definitely took priority when it came to the furniture.
“I’ve got a beautiful lady to impress, and I have no intention of disappointing. Can I get you anything to drink?” You asked for a water, he grabbed a bottle from the fridge before pouring it into a glass for you.
“So how was your day?” That actually stumped you for a second. You were so used to asking Trinity that question, listening to the highlights for thirty minutes, or sometimes getting nothing at all and then having to wait for her to ask the same. For anyone to ask the same.
“Not bad actually, I spent most of it with Trinity, which was actually kind of fun. Even though she was being a pain in my ass for most of it.”
“So things are all right between you two?”
“Yeah, Trinity is…Trinity,” he chuckled at that. “I think it helps that we live together out here. Makes it harder for her to stay mad at me. Plus, I’ve been supplying her with a steady stream of food. It’s the best medicine after all.”
He gave a comical questioning look. “Now, I thought that was laughter?”
“I supply both in large quantities.”
The distance lessened with a step, “I believe it.”
You took a step in kind, “And how was your day Jack?”
“Well, I woke up knowing I didn’t have to work and that I had a date with an amazing woman waiting for me. First time I’ve woken up with a smile on my face in a while.”
“I like your smile,” it just slipped out without a thought.
Now you were blushing, and his grin was turning into a full-blown smile. “I like yours too. It was the first thing I noticed about you.” He'd better be careful, or you might start to believe him.
You tried to fight down the rising heat in your face by changing the subject. “So what’s on the menu tonight, Dr. Abbot?”
His shoulders stiffened, and he shook his head, “Steaks obviously since I’ve got something to prove now, and we’ve got potatoes, zucchini, and squash. Sound good to you?”
“Sounds amazing.”
“Good. I’m gonna step outside real quick and get the grill started. Go ahead and make yourself at home.” He traced his hand along your waist as he scooted past you towards the sliding glass door that led to his patio.
Of course, you had to take the opportunity to look around–not snooping–just assessing. Apparently, Jack wasn’t the type to hang pictures or art on the wall. Instead, he liked to keep his memories on bookshelves. There was a burial flag shadow box with a few small framed photos beside it and a dusty shot glass. Dozens of medical journals and textbooks with multicolored tabs sticking out of them.
Eventually, you stopped at a photo of a younger Jack, and who you can only assume was his wife if the short wedding dress was anything to go by. They were in front of a courthouse, Jack had his arms wrapped around her waist as they smiled at the camera, petals falling from her bouquet. She looked like someone who could have been the people's princess, just a classic elegance. Nothing like you, your brain hissed at you.
Your disparaging thoughts screeched to a halt at the sound of the door sliding open again. Jack looked up and saw which bookcase you were standing in front of. You pointed at the photo in front of you, desperate to fill the silence right now. “Was this Lilly?”
“Yeah…” Jack had told you the bare minimum of his history with her. Actually, he only told you that he was widowed; you had to be the one to ask him her name. You figured if he wanted to tell you more about her than he would.
He looked far away, and you regretted ever opening your mouth. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–
Jack was quick to cut off your apology. “No, no sorry, you weren’t–I didn’t even think about the pictures.”
“Jack, please don’t apologize for having pictures of someone you love up in your home.”
His eyes darted between the different pictures of them on the shelf. One of them where they were together at a graduation of Jack’s, another of them in front of beautiful mountains that they had just finished hiking. “I just…I don’t talk about her much anymore, at least not to anyone other than my therapist.”
How do you tell him that you’re here, that you want to know everything about someone who was so important to him? That it doesn’t hurt you that he loved only that he lost. “I would love to learn more if you ever want to talk about her.”
“I’m not sure how to sometimes.” That you understood all too well.
Your arms crossed across your middle, a bit of comfort offered to yourself. “My lola, she passed away a couple of years after Trinity was born. She practically raised me, but I just felt like I couldn’t talk about her after she died. I felt like I would start crying and never be able to stop. But you know, Trinity was a baby, and eventually she had questions, so I just started telling her stories, and eventually–it stopped hurting. I think it’s because someone else was able to know her like I did, like I wasn’t carrying her memory alone anymore.” You knew that you were trying to make him feel better, but you also knew that it wasn’t the same, and you wanted to apologize for even trying to compare before you looked over at him.
There was a hint of red in his eyes. “That’s–that’s really beautiful.” He shut his eyes tightly, slightly turning away from you, pinching the bridge of his nose like it would keep him from crying. “Sorry, not how I was expecting the night to go.”
You lightly nudged him. “Really? I was expecting us to unveil every bit of trauma to each other. Now I’m just disappointed.” That made him laugh, it was a bit choked back, but you count it as a win.
He nudged you back, but the touch lingered. “Can we at least save that for the second date?”
“Well, if you’re promising a second date, then I can work with that.” You’re glad that you can tease him like this. That a heavy moment can be just that, a moment.
“I can go ahead and promise you a third one while we’re at it if you like.” He offered while leading you towards the kitchen and taking out a cutting board from a cabinet along the way.
“Woah buddy, now you’re just getting ahead of yourself,” you teased, leaning against the counter.
He was quick and efficient in the kitchen, very entertaining to watch as he would dart from the fridge to the sink until he’d be back in front of you. “Right, should probably finish our first date anyway, it’s just good manners.”
You nodded your head in agreement. “Exactly, also I’m not used to being idle in the kitchen, so you need to let me help out.”
“And if I told you to sit down and relax?” He was already halfway through slicing a zucchini.
“Never gonna happen.” As if he knew what it was to actually relax anyway.
He laughed under his breath, relented, and asked you to grab the green onion out of the fridge for him. You walked behind him, hand casually dragging along his upper back, it thrilled you to watch him practically freeze in place. Only resuming his action when your hand fell away to open the door.
“You trying to send me back to work for stitches?” The night shift would have a field day with that, you’re sure.
The green onions were rinsed off before being placed next to him. You settled in beside him, hip resting against the counter. “Thought you knew how to handle a knife.”
He set aside the sliced zucchini and squash into a bowl before seasoning the vegetables. “Knife and a scalpel are two very different things sweetheart.”
“Noooo, and here I was thinking they were the same.”
His hands gripped the counter, leaning into you, voice husky and low. “You’re a bit of a smartass, you know that?”
“You work with my sister, is that really so surprising?”
It took about thirty minutes for everything to be finished and for the table to be set. You had followed him outside to watch him grill the steaks. He looked like he was in his element, beer in hand, his only concern making sure nothing was overcooked. He joked that your ‘supervising’ felt a lot like hovering, and you playfully threatened to go back inside. There would be none of that since he took a page out of your book earlier and dragged his hand along your back, landing on your hip, pulling you impossibly close to him, a not-so-subtle kiss against the top of your head. Jack claimed you could supervise a lot better from there, but you were actually disappointed when the steaks were done.
The man wasn’t lying when he said he could cook; it just might have been the best thing someone had ever made for you since you were a kid. Of course, you were a bit biased since he had been the one to make it. Soaking up every bit of praise you threw his way but still claiming it had nothing on your cooking. You did, however, fail to notice the way his hand clenched against his thigh when he heard you moan at the first bite. The slight flush on his face didn’t hide where his thoughts had gone though.
You traded stories, and some vulnerable part of you was worried that you’d bore him. Jack was someone who saw the impossible on a daily basis. How could your story of Trinity’s dumb friend shooting fireworks from the top of a tree and nearly breaking every bone on the way down compare? But he didn’t judge or dismiss; he laughed, and oh, his laugh was something else. It made you want to hear it again and again. He countered with a firework story of his own, non-ER related. He told you about the time he and a few of his high school friends were shooting fireworks over the house, and one landed perfectly in a beer can on the opposite side. They were young and ecstatic and knew that no one would ever believe them, but you told him that you would if it would make him feel better.
There were moments where you held back a tale. Mostly the ones involving your sister, considering she would murder you if she ever found out you told her attending something he could use for ammunition later. He teasingly egged you on for more stories, said he’d promise to keep it a secret. You told him that he was really trying to get you banned from the hospital. Jack assured you that the ban would be lifted if you were coming to visit him.
After dinner, you were leaning towards each other on his couch, knees brushing and faces flushed from smooth conversation.
“Okay, can I ask you something?” Jack was reclined against the couch, his temple resting against his closed fist, arm bent along the back. “If it’s too much, you can tell me to fuck off.”
He shook his head, “Well one, I would never tell you that, and two, you can ask me anything.”
“Have you done much dating since Lilly?”
There was a deep inhale from him. You worried you might have overstepped, but he quickly replied, “No, it was never–it wasn’t something I would have even considered the first couple of years. I was in a bad way, threw myself into work just so I wouldn’t have to go home. Eventually, I switched therapists and actually committed to it, and things got…better. I don’t want to lie to you, I am very much still a work in progress.”
Jack had been through a lot, most of which you’ve only started to scratch the surface of. He never told you about his leg, not that you expected him to. One day, you were both in the break room sharing the meal you had brought. It was a surprisingly slow night, though neither of you commented on it, and you had just finished reviewing program forms. There was no fanfare about it; he just lifted his pant leg and removed the prosthetic so he could massage the area, and that was that. It didn’t surprise you; it was a common sight at the veterans center, but it did make you admire him even more.
You shrugged your shoulders, “That’s okay, my therapist would say the same about me. I think that’s just called living, but you know I don’t have the fancy degree to prove it.”
He playfully waved it off. “Eh, mine came out of a Cracker Jack box, what do I know?”
His joke caused you to let out a deep laugh. “My grandma used to say that’s where everyone got their driver's license.”
He was laughing too now, much more subdued than yours had been, but no less warm. “Smart woman…now can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, of course, pretty sure that’s how conversations go.”
“Smartass…so Meals on Wheels. Did you always want to do something in that ballpark?”
“No,” his brow raised questioningly at the quick response. “I actually used to be in school for nursing, if you can believe it.” He was quick to say that he could, which felt like a compliment coming from him. “Yeah, it was uh–not my calling apparently. I was really struggling in all my classes, anatomy especially,” you giggled at the grimace he gave. “Uh, but then mom passed away, so I had to drop out and take care of Trinity, which actually felt like a bit of a relief in this really horrible way. So then it was just me and Trin and I was working two jobs, one with Meals, and I kind of ended up growing with them. It’s just–it was really nice to do some good when everything else was a lot, so I wanted to keep doing that.”
“You’re an incredible woman.” He didn’t say those words lightly, he said them like fact, like nothing could disprove it. You tried to brush it off, head turning away from him to fight the rising emotions. “I mean that…” in no world would he have you doubt him. It just made your eyes well up even more, and Jack saw that you weren’t just playfully brushing him off. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry.”
“No–no, you did nothing wrong, no one's ever–it was just really sweet, that’s all.” Jesus, get a fucking grip. Are you seriously crying over a compliment? The spiral stopped in its tracks as his hand reached up, gently holding your cheek, thumb catching a stray tear. He leaned forward, and for a terrifying moment, you were worried he was going to kiss you. You had been dying for him to kiss you all night, all month actually, but gosh, not like this. Jack surprised you once more; it was a kiss, but on your opposite cheek. It was beautiful and soft and grounding. He placed two more in quick succession before leaning back and dropping his hand to rest on your knee.
His smile could easily become a comfort. “I have a lot more compliments to give, please tell me you’re not gonna cry at them all.” Honestly, you weren’t sure you’d survive his praise, not when he made you believe in impossible things.
You playfully swatted at his chest but leaned in closer still. “I’m terrible with compliments.”
His thumb circled your knee, tracing as much of the area as he could with where his hand was placed. “That’s alright, just means I’ll have to get you used to them.”
“Something tells me that you have a hard time accepting them too.” Your hand landed next to his arm, just a graze of your fingertips.
“Well, we’re not talking about me now.”
You wondered what it would take to get him flustered. “Hmm, so what if I told you that I find you extraordinary? That every time you would get pulled away from our conversations, you somehow got even sexier, no matter how disappointed I was.” You could feel gooseflesh along his forearm that you had been idly tracing. He was turning so red. “Jack Abbot, are you blushing?”
He cleared his throat and stood up, “Think those lemon squares are calling my name.”
You were in a fit of laughter on the couch as you watched him devour one in two bites. “Oh, well let me know how they are then.” Part of you was worried he might choke on the dessert.
“Fucking menace,” he mumbled through the mouthful. You asked him if they were good, his only response was, “Delicious.”
It was getting lonely on the couch now. “I promise I won’t tease you if you come back.”
He brushed away any leftover crumbs before settling in next to you again, much closer than before. “Uh-huh, I highly doubt that.” His hand came up, brushed away a flyaway from your temple, and then his touch stayed there. A steady movement while his eyes traced over every inch of your face, he wanted this image of you printed and hung up in his mind. The way you looked right now, cheeks flushed, relaxed on his couch, in his home. You’re so beautiful to him.
“You gonna kiss me Jack?”
“Only if you’ll let me–” you couldn’t wait any longer. There was zero shame in the way you threw yourself at him. The fabric of his shirt clenched in your fist to drag him closer. Your lips collided together, and it felt–quiet–like your brain could finally shut away every insecurity and doubt in this moment as long as you could still feel his lips against yours.
Sugar and lemon had never tasted so sweet.
He wasted no time in planting his hands on your waist; they were desperate in the way they traced along your curves like he was finally getting his fill. Fingers guided a path up your spine until they found the back of your head
His other hand drifted up to cup your cheek, thumb softly pressing against your jaw to open you up for him. His tongue tracing your lips before meeting your own. “I wanted to do that the second you walked out of your apartment.”
Your laugh was breathless and a little high-pitched. “Honestly, I would have let you…”
He nuzzled into your cheek, pressing a multitude of kisses there and against the space below your ear, nipping at the soft curve of your jaw. “Well, I was determined to treat you right, would’ve never left that parking lot otherwise.” It felt vitalizing, knowing that this man wanted you, even if it was just want for now. Now he gripped the collar of your turtleneck, stretching it down so he could get his lips on you there too.
The feeling of him pulling the sensitive skin of your neck between his lips, his teeth, it had you curling your fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer. You raised yourself up, knees digging into the couch, leaning over him, above him. A tug at his curls had him pulling away from his task, hooded eyes gazing up at you, making him ask what was wrong. “Just know that if you leave a hickey, I’m leaving one right back. And I will not be subtle about where it goes.” You knew exactly where you would put it too. Right where his neck meets his shoulder, that way it could peek out from his collar every time the muscles tensed.
His smirk was satisfied and lazy, leaning forward, short, quick pecks against your lips. “Noted.” He kept creeping forward until you found yourself falling backwards onto the cushion behind you, but he slowed the descent. Then he was the one above you, and the whole thing just made you giggle. Jack brushed his nose against yours, your smile kissing his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” you felt like it in this moment, not even a hint of desire to argue.
You don’t know how much time passed while he kissed you. And that was all he did, which, to be fair, he’s very good at it. But he didn’t try to push anything further; it made you feel like a wild animal with the way you were clawing at his back, his sides, his stomach. Anywhere you could reach, just to get a hint of the warmth he’s hiding from you.
“I uh–I brought condoms, I mean technically Trinity brought them from the hospital–” God, you were rambling, why the hell would you bring up your sister right now?
He lifted his head away from your neck, “Wait…Trinity gave you stolen condoms from the hospital?”
“Is it technically stealing if they’re free?”
“Technically they’re for patients.” Jack briefly slipped into teacher mode, you’ve had the privilege of seeing that switch multiple times over the last month.
You tried to brush off the potential theft by bringing him closer, “Okay then, please ignore everything I just said.” You doubt your sister would be in trouble for swiping condoms, but it’s kind of funny considering her choice of partner.
He looked affronted, “Frankly, I’m just disappointed you didn’t think I’d have better ones.”
“That’s what you’re focused on?” It felt nice to be able to laugh with someone like this, even in intimate moments.
He nuzzled into your neck, softly biting down on every inch of skin he could reach. “You should know I’d never make you buy them, it’s not your job. But I do admire you for being prepared.” All you wanted to focus on was the promise of future meetings like this, but he found a particularly sensitive spot that made you sigh beneath him. His smile extended across your neck before whispering in your ear, “And uh, just to be clear, we’re not having sex tonight sweetheart.”
“Oh..” you’d never felt your body sour with disappointment so quickly before.
“But I would very much like to take care of you if you’ll let me.” He responded before that disappointment could fester, before it settled on your features and made your brain come up with a thousand questions. None of your previous partners had ever wanted to work up to something, they never even bothered to just talk about it.
“Oh…” God if that didn’t make you want him even more now.
There was a need to put distance, not too much of course, but just enough to stress that he was serious. “I need you to know that this–this isn’t all I want from you. I want to know you, and I want you to know me. Fuck, I haven’t wanted that in a long time.”
“I want that too Jack.” His lips were quick to find yours again, messy and desperate, knowing neither of you were going anywhere for a good while. “So when you say ‘take care of me’...”
You could feel the vibration of his laughter as you led him with the question. “I mean, I’d like to make you come,” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “with my fingers,” the other side, “my mouth,” your lips, “only if you’d like that as well?”
Your head was bobbing up and down before he could even finish. Both of you laughing before coming together again for a quick kiss. “I’d like that a lot actually.”
His hands were bolder now, tracing along your waist until they settled against your back. It’s like his hand had found a perfect resting place there. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at the material of your shirt.
A tug against his, “Only if you’re taking yours off too.” He chuckled, and you could hear him say ‘fair enough’ under his breath. He leaned back and gathered the material of his henley behind his neck before practically ripping it off and throwing it behind him.
This man and his freckles should never be allowed to be covered by scrubs again; it’s a crime. “Jesus…” he looked at you questioningly before glancing down at his chest like there was something he wasn’t seeing. “You’re ridiculously fit Jack, how do you even find the time?”
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders that felt more like a personal show than anything. “It’s all about balance sweetheart.” The word balance was spoken like a new-age yoga instructor.
“Balance my ass.”
Lips brushed against your forehead since he was too busy laughing at the way you were ogling him. “Your turn, arms up.” Fuck, okay, here goes nothing, you thought, lifting your arms up as he instructed. He didn’t take it off all at once though, there were stages. The pants you wore sat high on your waist, so every time he lifted the shirt higher, he would explore the exposed skin of your stomach until it reached the lace of the black bralette you wore. This continued until the material was bunched above your breasts and didn’t fall back down on its own. Jack was a very patient man; you figured he had to be in his line of work, but now you were reaping the benefits of the years it took to build.
It turned you on even more to see him take the time to fold your shirt and place it on the coffee table instead of chucking it to the side like he did his own. When he turned back, he took a moment to just look at you. You knew he was admiring you, could feel it, but fuck, you needed him to say something because you were about two seconds away from covering yourself with the blanket along the couch.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous sweetheart.” His palm rested against your stomach, right above the button of your pants. You thought that’s where his fingers would be heading next, but instead they travelled upwards between your breasts, resting at the base of your throat. You knew he wouldn’t curl those fingers higher, not without your permission. He tilted your chin up, lips meeting yours in a soft, almost thankful kiss. It was like he was trying to make you cry again.
Your hands hadn’t moved away from his forearms, and you couldn’t understand why you were so hesitant to move them up. Especially when you had been thinking about getting your hands on him for a month now. As if he could sense your struggle, he said, “You can touch me baby, not like you ever had to find an excuse to before.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t act like you’re so innocent, always reaching out whenever you brush past me, excuse me Jack,” his voice was teasingly pitched up to mimic yours. You couldn’t help but laugh, still you tried to say he was wrong. “Or when I’d help you carry something, you’re so sweet Jack, making me lose my damn mind.”
You shook your head at his ridiculousness. “Never heard you complain.”
He inched closer until he was flush against you, the hair on his chest rubbing against lace, tickling your skin. “Now, why would I go and do something stupid like that?” There was no hesitation in your touch now, hands running along his biceps, his chest, like art that no longer had a do-not-touch sign on it. He was so warm you’d think he’d just come in from the sun, and so firm. You’d never been with someone who had such a soft strength to them. He shuddered when your nails lightly scratched along his shoulder to the back of his head. A soft choked groan told you that you might have found a weakness of his.
“And what about this?” He asked, finger lightly tracing over your nipple through the lace. You froze beneath him, it was involuntary, but your brain couldn’t help but stutter.
“Uh, leave it for now, it’s a pain to get back on.” You just needed a bit of coverage, just a bit, and you’d be fine.
He didn’t believe you, but if it made you comfortable, then that was that, “Okay, baby.” There wasn’t a moment to dwell on it, his tongue kept you occupied. His lips only left yours when you practically had to push him away for oxygen, even then, he just trailed his lips down your neck. Eager to explore the skin that had been hidden by the collar of your shirt.
“I thought you were so handsome the day I met you, I nearly dropped the food I was carrying. Wondered what I’d have to do to get these arms around me.” You don’t know what made you confess it, you just wanted him to know. He chuckled, head nuzzling into your cleavage, at least what little there was of it. You adored the way his stubble felt against your skin and wondered if it would feel just as good everywhere else.
His tongue reached out to swipe along the top of your breast. “There were so many times I saw you at the center, wanted to come up to you, knew all you had to do was say hi, and I’d be gone. Could kick myself for being such a coward.”
It was your turn to kiss his forehead, and the way he leaned into it made you smile. “That why you tried to get me a job there after knowing me all of five minutes?”
By the end of the night you were sure his smirk would be branded into your skin. “Guilty. Couldn’t help the fact that I wanted to see more of you. Still can’t help it.”
“Well, you did manage to get me for four more hours a week, actually less considering how often you get pulled away.” He nipped your skin at the reminder of his short time with you on the days that you come in for work.
“Don’t worry, I’m working on a way to sneak you into the room with me.”
You giggled at the idea. “Sure you are.” His fingers brushed the lace against the top of your breast, asking if he could tug it down, so you just did it for him. Eager to feel his fingers, too impatient to actually give him an answer. His hand was so large and warm, covering the expanse of your breast, tweaking your nipples to stiff peaks. “Wait, so does that mean you lied about not recognizing me at first?”
His lips wrapped around the taught flesh, taking his time before responding. “Oh yeah, I knew it was you the second you walked through the ambulance bay. Never would have guessed who you were related to though.”
“Yeah, let’s not bring up my sister right now. She’s already been brought up one too many times since things had gotten hot and heavy.
“Agreed.” Jack lavished the same attention on the other side, sadly leaving your skin to cool, his spit tattooing your skin.
“You can bite them, please.” It was a question, plea, and demand all in one. Your breasts weren’t really sensitive unless a bit of pressure was applied to them, and it’s like Jack knew that better than you did. He groaned against your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth with even pressure, more teeth.
The only thing you could do was card your fingers through his hair and hold him close to you. Unable to take his eyes meeting yours for a few moments at a time before it became too much, seeing the pure want in them. He was determined to leave your chest littered with his marks.
His thumb brushed against the metal button on your pants, slowly undoing them like he was still giving you the chance to change your mind. The zipper being dragged down felt almost too loud in the room, and he broke it up with short kisses to your chest, your neck, anywhere he could reach. Once your pants were opened, his hands were quick to dip beneath the fabric, but you halted them before they could move any farther down.
“Uhm, I haven’t–I don’t really shave down there…”
He shook his head in disbelief but still pressed a kiss against your temple. “Baby that doesn’t bother me one bit alright, it’s meant to be there. Only thing I want you focused on is feeling good okay?” Both of his hands reached to grip your ass over the fabric of your underwear, a low groan leaving the back of his throat as he pulled you closer. “Okay?” He waited for you to respond, a soft okay echoing his as you lifted up your hips to pull the fabric down.
Both socks were taken off by him as well, with a kiss placed on each knee before he moved back up to explore the new territory. They weren’t random kisses like you thought at first. He was tracing the pattern of your stretch marks, his nose following the lines with his lips not far behind. “M’not ashamed to admit that I got myself off dreaming about the day I’d be lucky enough to get my hands on you. Had me feeling like a horny teenager all over again.” His words were slightly muffled as they were spoken through kisses placed against your stomach.
You gently tilted his face up to look at you, “What does it mean if I thought about you then?”
He loomed over you, “Oh, you dirty fucking girl,” whispered against your lips. Your tongue darting out to catch a taste, and he offered even more. Hands tracing over your thighs, excited to have so much to explore, to hold, every curve and divot.
His palm reached down to cup your pussy over your panties, a deep ‘fuck’ moaned against your chin after your lips disconnected, head tilted back with a gasp. “You feel how wet you are for me?” All you could manage was a whimper as his touch grew firmer.
Teeth nipping at your jaw, “Talk to me baby, tell me how you play with this pretty pussy.”
The tip of his finger traced over your lips, pressing down onto your clit through the fabric. “Fuck Jack…”
Nails were digging into his shoulder. “Do you take your time? Build yourself up? Or are you desperate like me, huh? You want it to last, but you know how good it’ll feel…”
You wanted to answer, but he was making it increasingly difficult. Especially now that he was moving beneath the waistband of your underwear. “I–I never take my time, just–just figure what’s the point?”
He paused, and you cursed yourself, “What’s the point?”
Was that the wrong thing to say? “Y-yeah…”
Fuck, his fingers felt so much better like this, you thought. “Oh sweetheart, you should be taking time with yourself, should be feeling all of it. Especially if you’re thinking about me.” Clearly you weren’t as imaginative as you thought, since you would have never thought he’d be this talkative with you.
“You’re–fuck your fingers feel so good.” You nearly bucked away from him when he curled them so deeply inside you, it had you scrambling for the armrest. His smirk grew above you as he repeated the motion, forcing a whine from the back of your throat.
“Trust me, I can feel how much you like them.” Smug bastard.
There was no rush to get you off, no ridiculous slamming fingers or rough movements that you didn’t ask for. He was genuinely taking the time to understand your body, to find the right angle, the right pressure that would make you sing for him. Every sigh, moan, and whimper was another correct answer he was studying so hard for. “You getting close baby?”
“Yes, yes, please fuck, right there Jack.” The back of your head dug into the armrest, neck arching under his tongue, desperate for something that was so, so close.
His free hand reached up to hold your jaw, bringing you back to him. “Nuh-uh, don’t look away, I wanna watch you come apart on my fingers.” It was too much, he was too much, your eyes were fluttering shut again. “Keep those eyes open for me gorgeous.” You can do that, for him, you could.
He leaned back, adjusted his angle, and it had you releasing a sound you didn’t know you were capable of. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.” His fingers picked up the pace, keeping the same motion, and when his thumb brushed against your clit you held on to the arm that kept your gaze locked onto his. He kept taking you higher and higher until it felt like you were plummeting back onto the couch, back into your body. You don’t even remember what you said to him, it was so breathless and quick, an unintelligible stream of his name, curses, and begging.
The palm of his hand kept up a gentle caress along your cunt, until you were done shaking. Occasionally, his fingers would lightly dip back in to feel how wet you were after coming for him. His nose nuzzled into your cheek, short kisses trailing down to your mouth. “You alright?”
Your hand that had been gripping the back of his neck relaxed, gently massaging the tension beneath. A soft “Mhm,” was muffled against his kiss. “I didn’t think you’d be such a talker,” you said once he let you breathe again.
“Is that a bad thing?” The question made you want to roll your eyes. Obviously he knew it wasn’t, he could feel exactly what his words did to you.
Your head lazily shook back and forth, “Fuck no, not bad, not bad at all.”
“You look so beautiful when you come sweetheart.” Cheeks heating despite everything that just happened had you turning your face into his shoulder. “Uh-uh, don’t get shy on me now, we’re working on compliments, remember.”
“Oh fuck you,” you said through giggles as he licked a particularly ticklish spot on your neck.
His lips began a path down the curve of your stomach again. “Hmm, not tonight, but I’d love to eat you out if that’s on table?”
The question made you shiver, your pussy clenching down on nothing, wishing you had his fingers in you again. “Figured you’d be full by now.”
He looked up at you from where he was trying to devour the space where your thigh met your hip. “Nah, I saved plenty of room for dessert,” so you definitely weren’t imagining that double meaning yesterday. You felt a puff of air against the swollen lips of your cunt, “You gonna let me taste you now?” All you could offer was a nod since it was too difficult to think with his head between your thighs.
It shouldn’t have surprised you that he didn’t dive right in. Instead, he kissed all along your inner thigh, higher than he was able to explore before. He gave so many ignored parts of yourself affection, like it was always meant to be given. Slowly, so slowly, when he was satisfied, he licked a long stripe up your pussy, tongue curling at the end to collect everything it could. “Jesus sweetheart, you taste so fucking good,” he barely finished his sentence with a groan before practically unhinging his jaw to devour your cunt.
He had been slow and gentle with his fingers, but his tongue acted like you were a meal about to be taken from him. “Oh f-fuck Jack, that’s–you’re so…”
“So what,” he asked, releasing the suction around your clit with a wet pop. Opening you up with his thumb so that he could get a good look at you. “So what baby?”
“So good, Jack, you’re so good.” Turns out you weren’t the only one that coveted a bit of praise.
“Hmm, I’m still learning,” another lick, “still gotta figure out what you like.”
“Doctors and their case studies, huh.” He chuckled against your pussy, and it had you jolting forward with a whimper.
“Nice to know you’ve still got jokes even when I’m eating you out.” His efforts redoubled before you could actually make another one. For a while, it was just you trying and failing to catch your breath until he slowed down again. Your hand reached for the one that was digging into your thigh bringing it up so that his fingers could wrap around your breast. He was close enough to feel the rapid drumming of your heart, and you could feel his own heavy pulse from where your hand was wrapped around his wrist.
His pace slowed down, desperate to drag this out, desperate to fuck you with his tongue. “God Jack.” It was guttural, you didn’t even know your voice could reach a pitch that deep, fading into a whimper. “I-I wanna make you feel good too Jack.” This was new to you, the focus, the attention, the drive to make sure that you feel divine.
Your eyes focused on the movement of his hips as he grinded himself into the couch, his lips parting, air blowing on your pussy. “Oh baby, you have no idea how good I feel right now.”
“Fuck, it’s-it’s never…” It was almost embarrassing, the way you couldn’t even complete a sentence.
“Never what?”
“It’s never been this good.” A compliment and a confession all in one. How could you have known it’d make you emotional, tears stinging at your eyes that you tried to blink away. You couldn’t look at him now, but everything still felt so good.
His arms wrapped around you as best as he could with his mouth being occupied. A tight hug, part of you wished for tighter, for him to crush you against him. “I know baby, I know…”
Your other hand reached down to bury into his curls, which had become unruly throughout this entire ordeal, but they were oh so soft. The groan he let out when you tugged made your back arch, thighs spreading open even further. Jack wasted no time in occupying the space, pressing himself even closer, smothering himself in your pussy. “M’gonna make sure you know what it’s like to be taken care of.” Why did that almost sound like a threat?
“Please, Jack baby, please.”
“You can let go, I’m not going anywhere. Want you to know exactly where I want to be.” Between your thighs, in your arms, standing behind you in support. His voice was husky, a gentle, hard-edged promise. Your hands couldn’t seem to figure out which part of him to hold onto. One entwined with his on your thigh, the other held onto the side of his face, holding his cheek in your palm. It was an entirely new sensation to feel the muscles of his jaw moving beneath your fingertips as he worked to bring you over the edge.
His mouth lifted to press a wet kiss against your palm before diving back down, getting lost in his task. “Need you to come on my face sweetheart, need to feel it.” Your brain zeroed in on that word, need, need, need, and fuck if you didn’t need it more.
He didn’t let up until you were tugging too harshly at his hair. Your heightened gasps echoed in his living room, a few bursts of disbelieving laughter mixed in. His hand coming up to rest against the middle of your chest, slowly rubbing small circles into your skin. “Breathe baby, breathe.”
You were worried you might cry again once you finally caught your breath, once you finally settled, but you buried it down. “Thank you.”
His head shook at your soft gratitude. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” he said through soft laughter.
Jack was a bit surprised at your strength, attempting to pull him up so that you could wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Oh no, I really, really, do. I hate stroking your ego, but fuck that was…amazing.” Both of you were laughing now.
“Ridiculous,” he teasingly mumbled against your collarbone. “Just you wait, I’ve got plans for you now that I’ve got a sense for what you like.”
You brushed away a curl that had stuck to his forehead, “Hmm, what about you?”
“Me? I’m good baby, trust me.”
It was like a foggy memory finally clearing up. You remembered his groans getting louder, his hands molding into your skin, the slight whimper. “Did you…”
It was him that couldn’t meet your eyes this time. “Yeah, yeah, sorry…”
“Jack baby, please don’t apologize, that’s really fucking hot.” You had to tease him, how could you not? This was a big first for you. “But I know damn well I don’t taste that good, so do you just really love eating pussy or…”
His finger was tracing over a blossoming purple mark above your breast. “Ohhh, I beg to differ. I’d have you with my coffee everyday if I could.” He winked at you, and it tempted you to push his head back down for another taste, “and yes, I do love eating pussy thank you very much, yours especially.” His teeth nipped at your shoulder, causing you to let out a surprised grunt and playfully push him away
He just pulled you close, "If I'm honest, it was the way you were holding me while I was doing it, if that makes sense. Feeling your fingers in my hair–fuck it felt good baby–but when you reached down to hold my jaw, your thumb against my cheek, drove me fucking crazy sweetheart.” In his mind, he was planning on making you come at least once more before you got off this couch. He was already warming you up to the idea with his mouth, “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?”
Unwilling to fully break away from you, he left a few kisses against your jaw so you could answer. “Not until ten thankfully,” you glanced over at the clock on his stove, seeing that it was past twelve already. “Shit, it’s late, I should probably get home before Trinity brings out the searchlight.” Usually, you’d already be in bed by now, but the hours had slipped by unknowingly between the two of you.
He was fully prepared to get up and change his pants to go take you home, but he was selfish and not ready to give you up for the night just yet. “Yeah…or you could stay, text her that you’re okay, and I can bring you back tomorrow morning before you have to get ready. I make a pretty good breakfast sandwich too.”
Spending the night on the first date would be another new one for you. The desire to spend a few more hours in his arms already had you deciding that you’d stay for a whole week if he asked. “Oh, I’m definitely not doubting your capabilities after tonight. Will there be coffee included?”
How is that even a question? The look he gave you asked before leaning in to kiss you as best he could through his smile. “Mhm, told you I wanted to have you with my coffee in the morning.”
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pairing: jack abbot x robby robinavitch x oc
summary: Lila Frost needed a change of scenery and with an opening at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center for a day shift trauma nurse, it seemed that she struck gold.
Nothing could of prepared her for either attending, let alone all seeing traumas she's never seen before.
Most importantly, what the hell is going on with the night shift?
chapter: 1/?
word count: 2,7k <3
warning/notes: hi!! this is my first fanfic ever on tumblr, I also am posting this over on ao3 as well :3. formatting may change a bit and this will be several chapters. I will try and post on a schedule. word count will vary per chapter and i will love for any input or thoughts. this will have implied r*pe, and abuse as well as a stalker. I will make sure before any chapter i have that the correct tags and notes. also why would shawn do that on quinn, brought me out of retirement ya know. quick pic credit to FoggyMaster on pinterest :P
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Chapter One
A change of pace was needed, something new in a different town, someplace new that Lila hadn’t been. Someplace that wasn’t tainted with two decades of memories both good and bad.
Lila had been sitting in the small county hospital breakroom when she first saw the posting for a day shift trauma nurse in Pittsburgh. She had applied with little faith in getting out, she only had a few years of a small town ER experience, but she hoped and prayed to whoever would listen that she could get it.
Anything to get her out of here, this dead end life that everyone here had.
A few weeks later she got the call, did her virtual interview and next thing she knew, packed up her life and was on the next flight out heading to Pittsburgh. She laid down on her mattress in the near empty apartment and smiled, she made it out.
Tomorrow was her first day, meeting new people, a new pace, and hopefully enough to keep her mind busy from the endless loop of anxiety and dread.
And boy was Lila in for a treat.
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“You must be Lila Frost?”
Lila looked up from the small waiting room she was told to go to for orientation, in front of her was a rather pretty looking woman, she held a clipboard with a few folders.
“Yes ma’am, you must be from HR for my orientation?” Lila asked and she nodded, “Yes I’m Mrs. West, you can go ahead and follow me.”
Lila smiled, got up and began to follow the woman, who walked a hell of a lot faster than she thought.
“Dana Evans is the charge nurse for day shift, you’ll be reporting to her as well as working with her for your clinical hours for your SANE certification.” They walked down the hallway heading towards the elevator, “Here is your new hire packet as well as your badge, grab your scrubs by the locker room and report to Dana.” They stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the down arrow.
Lila looked at her, “Thank you Mrs. West, where’s the cafeteria at?”
Mrs. West looked at her above her glasses and smirked, “girl you’ll be lucky to get in the breakroom.”
DING
She walked away as the doors opened leaving Lila confused and excited all at once. She stepped into the elevator thumbing loosely through the welcome folder, trying to calm her nerves.
Would she be good enough?
Can she keep up with everyone?
Did they actually want her as a nurse?
She should just hop back on a flight back home.
No. I need to stay.
Lila shook her head and held it high as the doors opened and pure chaos echoed into the small elevator. Her eyes widened with excitement as she stepped out into the sea of nurses and residents, smiling at a few who made eye contact as she made her way to the nurses locker room.
She quickly changed into her scrubs, clipping her badge to her and the rest of her equipment. Chucking everything into her locker, writing the code into the notes app on her phone, before turning around and abruptly bumping face first into a warm body feeling hot liquid pour down the front of her scrubs.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Lila quickly said, stumbling back and looking at the coffee that had spilled on her.
Great way to start the day Lila.
She quickly looked at the badge, not daring to make eye contact.
Michael Robinavitch MD
Attending Physician
Emergency Medicine.
Fuck.
“It’s alright it happens,” Dr. Robinavitch said Lila looked up at him, he was attractive on his ID photo, but it was obviously taken a few years ago. He’s aged since then, silver creeping into his hair and a few more wrinkles were on his face.
Holy god, he’s hot.
“Dr. Robinavitch, I didn’t see you, I di-” he raised a hand stopping her, “Lets get you some new scrubs? That can’t be too comfortable and please call me Robby” She nodded quickly, “oh, um okay Dr. Robby,” and turned to head back to the scrub dispenser before a hand shot out grabbing her upper arm.
“Wait.”
I’m being fired aren’t I.
She turned and looked at him, after his eyes looked straight back up. Lila scrunched her brows, did he just check her out?
“Yes, Dr. Robby?”
He let go of her and stood up straight, “You’re the new nurse right, Nurse Lila?” She nodded quickly, feeling the coffee soaking further through the scrubs, sticking to her skin.
“Okay, I’ll let Dana know what happened and buy you a few minutes.” He winked at her and blush flew across her face.
Please no, doctors are the worst. He may be hot but I can’t. Not again.
“Thank you Dr. Robby!” She squeaked out before turning quickly
She sprinted back to the scrub terminal and hurriedly took them off and waited for the new batch. Throwing them on she sprinted out, trying to tie the drawstring while keeping an eye on those around her. She only stumbled a few times and nearly bumped into a few other nurses who glared at her and she awkwardly smiled and waved before she made it to the nurses station.
“Hi! I’m sorry I’m late, I’m looking for Charge Nurse Dana?” Lila was a little breathless as she started at the nurses who all held raised eyebrows and stared at her.
“That would be me, and you must be Nurse Lila?” The middle aged blonde who both scared Lila and made her feel safe said and she rapidly nodded, “Yes ma’am! I apologize again, I accidentally ran straight into Dr. Robby and his coffee, an-”
“Kid, it’s fine, let’s go for a quick tour,” Dana waved her to follow and Lila quickly ran around the desk to begin walking with her.
“Alright we’ve got North and South and here are the trauma rooms, we try to get those in and out, cleaned up and ready for the next, Night Shift is cleaning up a few cases right now during hand off,” Dana said as they walked past the trauma bays.
Dr. Robby was in there guiding what looked to be a few attendings, he looked up almost like he knew she was there walking past. He threw her a quick nod and a wink before turning his attention back to his wards. Lila’s cheeks reddened, turning her attention quickly away before catching them on the doctor, at least who she assumed was another doctor or attending.
His blue eyes flashed, catching hers.
Another one? How many silver foxes can this hospital have?
She stopped in her tracks, her breath hiccuped in her chest. He looked at her almost, dissecting her. Peeling back the layers and reading into her soul. Lila felt exposed and almost violated, her head beginning to hurt.
“Lila! Keep up,” Dana yelled at her, breaking her out of the doctor's hold.
Lila shook her head before turning and following quickly after Dana. She quickly pressed her hair back, even though her long black hair was already in a tightly braided bun, smoothing her already wrinkled scrubs. She had never felt particularly self conscious, she was curvier than most, wider hips and butt, a soft stomach. She worked out when she could, mostly just walking from work or on the occasional trail walk. He seemed to have carved through her, seeing all the little imperfections, things she never thought about.
Lila bit her bottom lip nervously, “Dana, who is that other doctor in there with Dr. Robby?”
Dana turned and raised an eyebrow, “Dr. Abbott, he’s the night shift attendant and I would be careful with that one.”
“What? Oh. Oh my God Dana no, that’s not why,” Lila scrambled nearly biting through her lip.
“Mhm” Dana said, staring at her before giving her the rest of the tour, introducing her to a few other nurses and doctors, right before they could make it back to the nurses station, a multi pile up on the interstate was announced on the news.
Dana looked at her, “hell of a first day to start kid.”
Lila was wide eyed, she secretly hoped, but knew better than to say aloud that she would get an easyish day to start. Yes she knew that it was a major trauma center, but she hoped today would be the one day that was quieter. Lila was of course wrong, she was barely right on a good day.
“Alright Lila, I know you have some ED experience, but we aren’t called the Pitt for nothing, step in where you can, and help where you can.” Dana said as she began shouting orders at other nurses and Robby came out and began directing the residents.
Dr. Abbott stepped out, “Robby, do you need the night shift to stay?”
Please no, please say no Dr. Robby. If you can hear me tell him no.
Bright blue eyes flashed and lasered onto her own amber ones. Anger flashed across his face. Fear rooted her to her spot, throat running dry. There was absolutely no way that he could have heard her thoughts. That was impossible. She was a woman of science and medicine, and there was no way he heard her thoughts.
Lila looked down at her watch, almost time for her meds. She probably needed to take them a bit early, before her own anxiety ate her alive and she failed on her first day.
“No, send the crew home, nothing that day shift can’t handle.” Dr. Robby said.
Lila’s shoulders sagged in relief.
Thank you Dr. Robby, finally someone heard my prayers.
A few more orders were given and she quickly went where Dana ordered her, being taken under the wing of Nurse Donnie. Lila made a quick stop just to take her anxiety medication before half sprinting to find Donnie.
“We’re gonna help with some triage first, try and dip your toes in, yeah?” Donnie said and Lila nodded enthusiastically.
She spent her first few hours of work neck deep in triage, helping Donnie and Dr. McKay out. Lila liked McKay, she had a drier sense of humor, but she was relatable and definitely more relaxed than Santos. It may have been her first day, but she was nervous to cross paths with her. Santos had this way of staring at you that made you want to turn around a shrivel up in a hole, not to die because that would be weak and pathetic, just to cry.
“So Lila, why the transfer from that small county hospital to this?” Donnie asked her once they finished up with what felt like the twelfth stuffy nose in 30 minutes.
Lila looked at him and shrugged, “A change of pace I guess, see what else the world has to offer.” She laughed, “See more than the same five guys on Bumble.”
“Preach it, Lila.” McKay laughed and Donnie joined in,”but, really. You must have only seen what? A few farming accidents or MVs?”
“Yeah and a few hunting accidents, nothing like today though.” She looked through the swinging doors to the back department, “Most of my old coworkers wouldn’t make it through this triage, let alone a multi car pile up. We weren’t rated for that level of trauma.”
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Dana had called her back after a few hours, helping with clean up and monitoring a few patients. Not all of them had made it though. One family lost their son, another lost their father and mother. It was somber, but ambulances kept bringing other traumas for the rest of the day.
Lila had done her best to keep up, but as the end of her shift was approaching she could feel a bone deep tiredness leeching in. She hadn't felt this tired since nursing school and she stumbled into the bathroom and she swore she had seen blood under her finger nails.
“You did great out there,” Lila jumped and saw Dana behind her.
Lila smiled, “Thank you Dana, definitely beats out what my old job was like, I used to be able to make it to the cafeteria for lunch.”
Dana laughed and clasped her on the shoulder, leading the two of them out of the bathroom and back out to the nurses station, “I haven’t seen that cafeteria since I started.” Lila snorted, “They didn’t even bring me there on the tour this morning.”
She went to the locker room and quickly changed, her sweats felt like heaven on her body and she was sure her bed was singing its own song and luring her out of the hospital. Lila quickly headed out and into the parking garage, waving at a few as she left.
“Wait, Lila.”
She turned almost at a sloth's pace, it was.. Dr Robby? She stood there just staring at him, barely enough energy to smile at him, “Hey Dr. Robby, is everything okay?”
Robby nodded, gesturing her to keep walking and she obliged, the quicker she got to her car the better.
“Yeah, everything is fine, just wanted to check on our newest nurse,” He smiled at her and she couldn’t help but smile back at him.
Fuck, he’s cute.
Lila averted his eyes, “I’m doing good, you guys haven’t scared me away yet.”
He laughed, “well at least we got to keep you on day shift. Abbott almost got you for the night shift.”
“What do you mean?” She stopped at her car, which was a silver older model camry. Something reliable and easily fixed. Robby looked at it briefly, smiling softly before leaning on the hood.
“Night shift is down a trauma nurse and you’re coming in with SANE hours,” he looked down at her, “Abbott wants you to flex between night and day shift.”
Lila laughed, “I’ve met night shift nurses, they are a different breed and that is definitely not in my contract.”
I’m rereading it as soon as I have enough eye strength to do so. Maybe sending it to a lawyer.
Robby laughed and she felt herself melt just a bit, “yeah I know, don’t worry. You technically don’t have your certification yet and Dana is supposed to help with that. I’m sure once you get it, HR will probably talk with you and rework your contract back out.”
Lila stared at him, “only if the pay is good enough, and it hardly ever is.”
Robby tapped the hood before standing straight up off the car and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
A little more to the right is my preference.
I need to get laid and fast.
“Good job today Lila Frost.”
“Thank you Robby.”
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Lila laid in her bed, tossing and turning. She felt restless, the city was too loud and her mind kept replaying all the patients from the day. The horrific screams of family members losing their loved ones.
“God, fuck, I just want some sleep that’s it. I promise. Just let my brain shut off for a minute and let me rest,” She sat up groaning into her hands.
Lila stood up, plucking her ratty little shorts from college out of her butt and pulling down the little tank top that had decided to ride up from the tossing and turning. She walked to her small little bathroom and turned the faucet on, splashing her face with some warm water.
She rubbed her eyes before looking up at herself, her bloodshot eyes and the dark heavy bags under her eyes. There was a flash of blue in the mirror, fear and adrenaline shot through her body and she blinked, rubbing her too tired eyes and it was gone.
Lila whirled around, “Hello?” her voice squeaked out into her small studio apartment.
There was no response and carefully she walked out, flicking on the light switches as she went. No one was here. It was just her. She groaned, rubbing at her eyes, she was too tired and she had her shift in the morning. Lila paused in the kitchen and grabbed a knife before walking back to her bed and climbing in for the night.
pairing: jack abbot x plus-size! santos' sister! reader
summary: trinity is in the middle of a double and is desperate enough to have her sister show up at her job to bring her food. (takes place between seasons 1 & 2)
word count: 5.1 k ⚕♡
warning: y'all this one got away from me, it was just supposed to be a cute abbot x reader but sibling angst got mixed in and now we have this. reader is 12 years older than trinity so age gap, no smut just fluff and angst but if y'all like it than there may be some more in the future!
You couldn’t be prouder of your baby sister. But if you were to ever tell her that to her face, she would probably punch you. The past week has been an inescapable nightmare for her; they were down a few staff members, which had her picking up the slack for the next month while replacements were found. That’s how you found yourself at the farthest entry of the ambulance bay, balancing a tray half-filled with two different types of lumpia and okoy, there was some chicken mixed in there as well.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing back there?” You looked towards the sliding doors and saw Trinity calling out to you.
“It didn’t feel right going all the way down!” It honestly felt wrong to even be this close to the hospital without going through the front entrance.
She waved her arms like she was directing air traffic. “Hurry up and get down here, I’m starving!” No way in hell were you running, you were carrying precious cargo, but you did pick up the pace for her sake. “What took you so long?”
You held up the tray, “Uh, I was finishing up the food.” The aluminum pan was handed over, and she almost dropped it from the unexpected weight.
She looked at you wide-eyed, “Jesus, why did you make so much?”
You had gotten into a groove, and it felt nice to make familiar recipes. “Figured I’d make enough for you and your coworkers since I had access to the big kitchen at work. That’s if you choose not to be greedy, of course, if nothing else, leftovers.”
“None of them deserve your cooking,” she remarked as the sliding doors opened up to the emergency department.
“Except you?”
“Except me.”
An older blonde woman called from behind the desk. “Trinity, you’re needed in room two now.”
Your sister held up the tray like it would cover for her. “But Dana food…”
Dana just shrugged with a small laugh, “Sorry kid.”
Trinity was already rushing towards room two. “Alright, fine, can my sister stay with you for a minute?”
“Sure, your sister can stay. Nice to meet you sweetie.”
“Nice to meet–” the tray of food was dropped back into your arms without warning. “Nice to meet you too.”
She grabbed a stack of papers and knocked them against the desk to straighten them out. “Hate to say it but it’s the first time I’m hearing about you.”
You gave her a ‘what can you do about it look.’ It was normal at this point. “If you look up mystery in the dictionary, you’d see a picture of her underneath.” Sometimes it hurt that your sister never talked about you. Especially when you would mention her and her accomplishments to anyone who would listen. But you also couldn’t blame her for wanting to keep her private life separate in a workplace like this.
There was a huff of laughter behind you, and suddenly, a warm body was leaning against the counter next to you.
“That has to be the most accurate description I’ve heard of her.” Holy shit, you thought hot doctors only existed in medical dramas, either that or you’ve just never had the pleasure of meeting one like this. Silver fox personified, god he’s gorgeous. “So Santos’ sister, huh?”
You had to shake yourself back to life. “Y-yeah, you know I feel like I should be offended, but I would have been more surprised if she had mentioned me before.” You finally introduced yourself, balancing the tray so that one hand was free.
His hand was strong, steady, calloused, gosh, he has really, really nice hands. “Dr. Abbot.”
He fits the bill, and right into your fantasies, woah, down girl. “Ahhh, the famous Dr. Abbot, don’t tell her I said this, but Trinity thinks you’re pretty cool, and that is high praise right there.”
He did a small playful fist pump, “I knew I could still relate to the kids.”
Someone likes to use old-man humour, don’t they? “Probably better than I can at this point.”
He looked out towards his younger residents, “comes with experience…” his remark trailed off, staring again at you like there’s a question unanswered.
God, I probably look like a mess, you thought. Leggings that had a hole in both knees and an oversized volunteer shirt with about a dozen bleach stains screamed put together. You can hear your mother ‘you should always have makeup on, never know who you’re gonna meet.’ Damn, maybe she was right about some things. He’s staring. Why is he still staring? “Do I have something on my face?”
A short cough from him, clearing his throat and breaking his gaze. “Uh, n-no, sorry, you just look really familiar. Don’t tell me I’ve treated you here before.” Oh, if only you were so lucky.
Thankfully, nothing had landed you in the hospital since moving to Pittsburgh with Trinity. Though now you feel like you should probably knock on some wood to keep up that winning streak. “Definitely not, but now that I’m thinking about it, so do you…oh wait, I know, the uh, the Veterans Center!”
He smiled and snapped his fingers, “That’s it, you’re with the Meals on Wheels crew, right?”
“That’s me, we try to help get them set up with different plans.”
“It’s good work you’re doing there.” Lord is everything he says laced with such sincerity? He seemed like the type of person to choose every word carefully, to make sure it means something.
You threw the compliment back, “It’s good work you’re doing here.” As if what you were doing could compare to his work, to your sister's work.
“Just doing the best we can.” Something tells you his best goes above and beyond the normal. Something also tells you that you could become addicted to the small uptick at the corner of his mouth. So subtle, a blink and you’ll miss it moment.
“That’s about all you can do some days.”
The silence shared between the two of you was charged, the background noise of the ED fading in and out the more seconds passed. Neither of you was aware of the small crowd that formed behind the desk.
Trinity popped up behind Abbot, hand sanitizer being generously applied to her hands, before she scootched between you two. It cut the moment completely like a faint record scratch, well, if there had actually been a moment and you weren’t imagining things. The cover of the tray was lifted and nearly smacked you in the face. “God, that was ridiculous. I’m starving.” She had already picked up two chicken skewers and an okoy fritter before glaring at the vultures surrounding them.
“Why didn’t you tell us you have a sister?” A woman with glasses and a very put-together braid asked. No doubt this was Mel.
“I have a sister, there, now you know.” She responded mid-bite, determined to end the conversation there. Something she’d once said to you had always stuck. ‘The less people know, the better,’ it’s a motto she seemed determined to live by.
Your arms were starting to get tired from carrying this tray. “She talks about you all so much, I feel like introductions aren’t even needed at this point.” Based off descriptions you were sure you could match up the names to the faces, but one you hoped to run into was the infamous Garcia, but you knew that would be unlikely, life of a surgeon and all that.
“Shut the fuuuck up.” She said through clenched teeth and a mouthful of chicken.
You gently nudged her, and she subtly did it back like it was muscle memory. “Aww come on, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to embarrass you in front of your friends.”
“Were you adopted?” Tired eyes, curls, ahh, Huckleberry.
“Was she?” Small, youthful, definitely Javadi.
There was murder in your sister's eyes. “Don’t both of you have patients?”
The mythical Dr. Robby seemed to appear out of thin air. “Don’t you Santos? And I think foods supposed to be eaten in the lounge.”
She took another bite of chicken, almost mocking, like she was saying, ‘you’re just jealous cause I actually have decent food.’ “Thought you said eat when you can?”
You opened the lid again, the smell hitting every nose in the vicinity, setting off a few stomach growls. “You’re welcome to have one, please don’t let her hog it all.” You felt a short warning smack to your side.
Robby picked up one of the lumpia before taking the tray out of your hands. “Hmm, you can stay.” He gave Dr. Abbot a look as he passed by, taking a bite out of the roll. Prompting Abbot to take one for himself before the tray was carted off to the lounge for Santos to take care of later.
Your sister looked over your shoulder, “shit I gotta go take care of this, find me before you leave.” She was already running down the hall, shovelling down the rest of her food, your soft ‘okay’ following after.
“I’m still not convinced you two are siblings.” Dr. Abbot said, taking a bite of the food he was able to snag.
“Wanna see my driver's license?”
He groaned from the taste, eyes closed, head back, and he even did that small bend that people do when something is just that good. “Hmm, no, there it is, same snark.”
“Nobody ever believes we’re siblings, we’ve got different dads, not to mention the twelve years between us.” There are a couple of other reasons that run through your mind, but those are best kept to yourself.
“Well, the more I stand here, the more I start to see it.” Interesting.
“In a good or a bad way?”
He took the last bite. “All the good parts, I promise, you both have a very caring heart.”
Very interesting. “Huh, caring heart typically isn’t used to describe my sister.”
“I like to think we’ve worked together enough that I can see it, even when it’s hidden under all her spikes.” It surprised you to hear this kind of praise from someone above your sister; she had always had issues with authority. Constantly complained about the teachers and professors that she’d had over the years. Except for Dr. Abbot, he must be one hell of a teacher.
“She really does care about her job. It’s nice to see that she’s got a good group of people behind her.”
“That’s the Pitt crew for you.” There it was again, that small movement, and there goes the silence again. Sometimes it’s better not to scramble to fill it. “Hey, I uh, I think we used to work with Meals on Wheels before Covid happened, but I think it would be worth starting up again for the patients. I know it would help out a lot of the people we see.”
Work, thank god, something you can confidently talk about. “Yeah, definitely, I’ll talk to my supervisor and see if I could maybe work as a representative for the hospital.” It would be a good chance to see Trinity more…and Dr. Abbot…no bad, bad brain.
“Oh, I’d hate to add more to your plate.” Where does he hold all that sincerity?
“Nah, it wouldn’t be a problem at all, most likely they’d have me swing by a couple of days a week to review forms for anyone who was interested.”
He crossed his arms, fully leaning into you, or is he leaning into the counter? And why is it getting harder to breathe right now? “Well, I know for a fact we’d be lucky to have you.”
Once again, Trinity snuck up on you. “Alright, all done, thanks for bringing dinner by.” She gave you a quick one-armed hug before practically pushing you away like the hug wasn’t her idea in the first place.
“Okayyy…well, I’ll get out of your hair, really nice meeting you all, and I’ll see you at home Trinity.” You gave a wave to the few residents and nurses that had stuck around the desk.
“Bye Sissy,” the term of endearment seemed to slip out of her sleep-deprived mouth before her brain could catch it. You could see the way she braced herself for war as her coworkers slowly turned their heads towards her. Shit-eating grins on all of their faces.
“Bye Sissy,” you echoed back, adding fuel to the fire.
The month passed by, and like clockwork, you would bring Trinity and the Pitt crew whatever you could to help feed them. After the first visit if Jack was available it meant that the tray you were carrying would be out of your hands the moment he saw you. It made your heart flutter, his fingers always brushed against yours. He had to know what he was doing.
Honestly, it just felt nice to have other people outside of your work to talk to, and you wondered why you hadn’t been doing this before.
Until one day, something snapped the fragile routine.
You were speaking with Jack, and he insisted on a first-name basis the next time you stopped by to bring Trinity dinner. The two of you were discussing the positives, among other things, patient satisfaction with the program inclusion, and what you were planning for the rest of the night, while he’s happily trapped here.
Suddenly, your arm was yanked backwards, “Dr. Abbot, I need to borrow her for a second.”
Trinity was a lot stronger than she looked, not a lot of people knew that until she decided to reveal it. Like she was now, by dragging you towards the staff lounge. “Hey, hey, are you trying to dislocate my arm?”
“Oh, trust me, you’d know if I was.” Oh, she’s pissed, but why, you have no idea.
You crossed your arms across your chest once she finally dropped the death grip that she had. “Okay, what the hell is your problem?”
“This has to stop.”
“You just gestured to all of me. What does that even mean?”
She poked her finger against your chest, dangerously close to your tit, which she knows is sensitive. “You, you coming here, bringing food for everybody, and whatever this thing is that you have going on with Abbot, it has to stop.”
That stopped you in your tracks because nothing inappropriate was going on with Abbott, not that you wouldn’t mind if something inappropriate were happening. “Trinity, there’s nothing–”
She poked you again, “Don’t bullshit me alright. This is my job, and you cannot come in here and fuck it up.”
You were brought back to a party that you didn’t know about and killed when you walked in the door. Back when she was being reckless and angry. “I wasn’t trying to–”
Trinity was on a rampage right now, and you were the target. “And I don’t care if you’re desperate, pick someone else besides one of my fucking attendings.” This was humiliation at its finest, she wasn’t trying to be quiet or private, she wanted people to hear.
You took a deep breath in, trying to ground yourself. “I’ve only ever come here to bring you food Trin, and for work, I see that you’re working doubles on the calendar, and I know you don’t eat like you should–”
She threw her hands up. “You’re not fucking mom okay! I’m not your problem, and you need to leave so I can do my fucking job!” She stormed out of the break room, a “what” thrown out to anyone who was looking her way.
You waited a second before adjusting your bag on your shoulder and walking out as well, head down, the refusal to make eye contact with anyone evident. A tear didn’t fall until the sliding doors closed behind you.
Trinity never thought that she would feel this hesitancy to enter her home again. But the weight of an apology was on her shoulders. Robby had chewed her out after her spectacle in the break room, told her to keep the family drama out of the ED, or her sister wouldn’t be allowed back. She didn’t want that, she never wanted that. The place somehow felt lighter when you showed up, helped make everything not feel so suffocating.
But the look that Abbot gave her today just pissed her off, fuck that man and his obvious crush on you. If he wasn’t going to ask you out then he needed to knock off the goo-goo eyes at work. And they wanted to say that she was being unprofessional.
Every movement was slow as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She didn’t expect you to be sitting on the couch, an episode of Rick and Morty playing on the TV. She remembered you letting her watch an episode when she was way too young. “Hey…I brought home takeout.”
You didn’t say anything as she set the bag down, but you could hear a soft, annoyed sigh behind you. “What episode are you watching?” She knew exactly what episode it was. “Are you not gonna say anything?” No, you were not. “Alright, fuck, I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have snapped at you today. That was really shitty of me.” Trinity Santos, the master of apologies, ladies and gentlemen.
“So you still meant everything you said?” There was no move to look away from the screen.
“I shouldn’t have brought mom up, that wasn’t fair to you–”
Your head shook in disbelief. “You have said that to me before so many times Trin, it really doesn’t phase me at this point. I know it’s your go-to when I’m ‘smothering’ you I just–I care. You know I care right? I’m not trying to be…”
It was obvious that she was reaching for the right words. “I know you’re not, it’s just–it’s hard sometimes…you’ve always been more of a mom to me, and now that I’m older. It feels like I’m having to relearn how to be your sister.”
It made a lot of sense. Part of you hated that you had to be an adult at such a young age, but you wouldn’t give up your sister for the world. “I think I’m having to learn that too. I didn’t mean to encroach on your space or your work, I actively tried not to be in your way–”
She cut you off, “You were never in the way, it’s actually been nice having you there, and you genuinely seem to enjoy that place, which is crazy to me since I’m itching to get out of there.”
You nudged her, and thankfully, she nudged back. “You enjoy it too.”
“Yeah, I think, I think I just got so used to it being you and me that I didn’t really bother to have friends at work in the beginning. And then you started being all buddy-buddy with everyone, and I thought that’s it, she’s gonna be everybody’s best friend, and I’m gonna be alone again.” You always thought that was just the way she liked it, on her own. ‘Nobody to disappoint her that way,’ she would say.
You paused the TV, sensing the shift. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
She scoffed, “How could I talk to you about feeling lonely?”
Now you were the one scrambling, “Trinity…I’ve been alone a really long time–”
“Yeah cause you choose to be.” Maybe your sister does need a psych evaluation.
“Choose to be, I’m sorry, you think I choose to be alone?” She nodded her head like it was obvious, “No…no, that’s you, I don’t choose this.”
She looked like she was ready to ditch this conversation now. “Okay fuck you. If you’re so alone, go out and find someone.” It’s almost like you could hear your mom's voice in your ear, ‘you have such a pretty face, if you just had form like your sisters, you’d be a knockout.’ ‘Of course you’re gonna be alone if you never put yourself out there.’ How were you supposed to put yourself out there when she had been putting you down for so much of your life?
Now your words had bite and sharpness to them. “You say that like it’s so easy. It is for you, it’s not for me, and it never has been.”
“What are you talking about? You never had a problem with making friends.” Friends that never stayed in contact, not one from high school or college, and it sure as hell wasn’t from a lack of trying on your part.
“Yeah, and you never had a problem finding someone that wanted to be with you. There are different kinds of loneliness Trin.”
It took a second for her to fully understand what you meant. “Oh, oh, I didn’t realize you…missed that.” Honestly your last relationship was so long ago that you felt like a born again virgin somedays.
“Yeah, I’m not a nun. I just don’t talk to you about it cause you’ve never had that problem before.”
Trinity was tired of standing, so she reached into the fridge to grab some beer to go alongside the takeout. She handed one to you before placing the bag on the coffee table and sitting beside you. “Yeah, just a problem with people staying.”
You cracked open both bottles while she started to unbox the food. “To be fair, you’ve never asked anyone to stay before.”
Her shoulders shrugged. “True, probably something I need to be in therapy for.”
“You and me both Sissy.”
“I hope you know, I don’t actually care about you and Abbot, I mean, I do I–I want you to be happy. You deserve it, you’ve taken care of me my whole life and you–you deserve someone who wants to take care of you too. And if that’s Abbot, then good for you, I guess.” What a world it would be if Jack Abbot wanted to take care of you. Maybe for a brief moment you thought he might have been interested, but after spending some time with him, you’re sure that subtle flirting is just his default mode. Nothing else has really hinted at interest or even desire, which you wouldn’t be able to spot in a person anyway.
Even though you wish it wasn’t true, “Trinity Jack’s not interested in me like that.” He probably wants someone in the same field anyway; it’s not like you’d understand half of what he talks about at work, you barely understand Trinity some days.
She took off the lid to her curry. “Uh, yes, he is.”
Accepting the takeout container from her, you pressed yourself against the back of the couch. “You sound awfully sure about that.”
She looked at you like she couldn’t believe someone could be so oblivious. “Okay, I’m starting to think that you’ve been alone because you’re just blind to when people like you, honestly, I should’ve caught on to that sooner.”
As sad as it was, it still made you laugh. “Well, can you blame me? I could never tell if it was a joke or not.” Boys had always been unnecessarily cruel to you growing up.
“Just…take my word for it…he likes you.”
You wanted to believe her so badly. It would be so easy to. But even if you did believe her, what would you do with the information? It’s not like you’d make a move, no, you’ve done it before, and it never works. That’s why you decided that if someone actually liked you, then it would have to be on them. At least nothing gets lost in translation that way. “I wouldn’t want to make things weird at work for you.”
She finished about a third of her beer. “Things are already weird, trust me, you’re fine. Listen, if he asks you out, just promise me you’ll say yes, at least give it a shot.”
Who would have thought your baby sister would try to set you up with her attending? Just what was the world coming to? “Yeah, that’s if he asks me out, which is a big if.”
A slow, smug smile crept onto her face. “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that he asks you out tomorrow when you bring me lunch.”
“You and I both know you don’t have that money.” One would think being a doctor would pay better, but the world’s becoming too expensive even for them.
“That’s how confident I am.”
“I’m thinking you just want an excuse for me to bring you lunch tomorrow.”
The next day, you just ended up bringing the damn chicken soup in a crockpot since containers were a hassle. It seemed to be the right call, since the cold had brought in a wave of sickness throughout the ED.
Hands came up from your left and took the crockpot from you, both of you on a familiar path to the break room. You sure would know those biceps anywhere. Not that you were objectifying him in that way, of course not, you would never. “She returns…you know, we had a bet going on whether you’d be back around.”
You thanked him per usual and asked, “Oh yeah? Who won?”
He had a sort of playful scowl on his face. “Whitaker, he bet that Santos would apologize after work and you’d be back the next day. Kinda scary how well that kid knows her.”
“She’d never admit it, but she has a soft spot for him.” They reached the breakroom and Jack set soup down on the counter close to the outlet. You reached out to plug it in expecting him to take a step back. Only he didn’t, he just stood there without a care in the world.
Now the bastard was smirking at you, “Want me to get that for you?”
Come on, pull up your big girl panties and fucking flirt with this man. You have the approval of your sister of all people. A leap of faith had you leaning in, “That’s okay I got it.” Your arm brushed against his chest, and lord, that is one sturdy man, of course you could tell that just by looking at him, but to actually feel it. “Can I ask what you ended up betting?”
He leaned in even closer, “I was not a betting man this time around.”
“How come?”
His hand reached out, an inch away from your hip, a question, ‘am I allowed to?' So you leaned into the touch. “Didn’t want to take the chance that the outcome would be longer than I wanted.” That struck you, the way he said it, so simple, just a fact trapped in the room.
“You got lucky then, Trinity and I didn’t speak for three months straight one time.”
The smallest tug had you jolting forward, quickly trying to catch yourself. Jack had you right where he wanted you. “Oh, now I would’ve missed you way too much.”
“You mean my cooking.”
“That too but mostly you.”
“Good to know,” now’s when you say ‘I would have missed you too,’ go ahead. “Make sure you get some of the soup then, who knows when Trinity might decide to banish me again.” What the fuck is wrong with you?
He gave you a full smile, one of his rare ones, as his hand squeezed your side. You used to shrink away from touches like that, but from him, every part of you just softly pleaded more, more. “Perish the thought,” he looked over at the pot, “I can’t remember the last time I had homemade chicken soup.”
“Hope it lives up to the memory if you remember it.”
Jack has a silent intensity about him, and it keeps dragging you in. He’s just staring, a million questions he could be asking, and somehow he’s asking each one simultaneously. “Hmm,” even his ‘hmms’ have a vocabulary of their own. “You know, if you ever get tired of cooking, I’d be happy to do it for you.”
Is this–is this him asking you out? “Oh, you’d cook for me, huh?” Friends have dinner together, hell you’ve been doing it a lot this past month. But friends don’t hold onto someone like this and they definitely don’t keep glancing down at your lips like they’re seconds away from kissing you. Fuck, you wish he would.
The hand on your waist glides to your spine and his hands have a way of making you feel small, and incredibly weak in the knees. “You sound surprised.”
“Just thought you lived off of adrenaline and protein shakes at this point.”
“I’ve been known to make a mean steak.” The mental image of Jack standing over a grill just about does you in. It’s almost sad. When’s the last time someone cooked for you?
“Hmm, I’m very picky about my steak.”
That smirk makes you want to reach up and kiss it away. “As am I, you have to be. You free tomorrow?”
What the hell is happening right now? “Uh, yeah, yeah, I am.”
“Great, so I’ll pick you up at six.”
“I’ll bring dessert.” It was unmistakable, the heat, the way his eyes wandered slowly across you. You hadn’t meant it that way, or maybe deep down you did, maybe this is what it was to actually flirt. Maybe you were even good at it.
“Can’t wait.” He took a step closer, christ, he wanted to kiss you. Just a quick one, something to tide him over during his shift, but he knew it wouldn’t be quick, it wouldn’t be enough, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for the workplace.
Thankfully and annoyingly at the same time, one of the nurses came through the door asking for him before he could give in. “Sorry sweetheart.” He felt like he had to pry himself away from you, and you were just as desperate to hold on, but you knew better.
“Jeez, do your job Dr. Abbot,” you playfully teased. Secretly, it was a way to also catch your breath. But little did you know what that did to him. Eyes followed his back as he walked towards the door, his hand gripped the frame, and he looked so close to turning back around, but he knew better. His head shook with a small laugh, and then he was off.
It was just you and the soup now, you checked the heat once more and made your way towards the exit. There was an overwhelming need to get some fresh air and run the last ten minutes over and over in your mind.
Behind you, the almost evil voice of your sister whispered, “If you could send me that hundred bucks now, that would be great.”
a/n: hope you liked it, please let me know if you want to see more of this pairning! also i think I might start strictly writing plus-size characters from now on cause why the hell not, there's never enough of them! ⚕♡
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paring: jason todd x gn!reader
“I’ve just been feeling useless lately.”
“You’re far from useless, and you know that.”
a/n: this is my first time writing anything for jason but the arkham game replays have been haunting me so here's a drabble that's been sitting in my drafts for over a month. hope you enjoy!
warnings: no warnings, just fluff!
divider by @cursed-carmine
Gotham was itself a chessboard and its residents the unwilling pieces. Each playing their part and being sacrificed, left behind.
All you ever wanted to do was help the ones left behind, as you had been once.
Lately, it felt like you had been left behind again. But whether it was by your own hand or not was something you were still figuring out.
It seemed so easy to isolate. Wake up, work, home, dinner, bed, and repeat.
At least tonight, someone finally decided to break the isolation.
The wooden spoon you had been using to stir the pot on the stove had ended up on the kitchen floor. You usually anticipate the sound of the window opening, but tonight it did nothing but startle you. “Jesus Jay…you know I’m gonna start charging you for showing up unannounced and scaring the shit out of me.” Despite having a key, it seemed that entering through every entrance besides the front door was part of the vigilante codex.
You had missed the way he would fight down his smiles. He didn’t want anyone to see that there was still joy in him. “Yeah, sure go ahead and get rid of the only company you have.” Jason Todd was good company, even if he insists that he’s anything but.
The discarded spoon clattered into the sink; another one was plucked from its drawer. “I would reiterate that you’re not the only company I have, but then I think you’d just get jealous.”
“Hmm…” hmm, you swear that sound makes up the majority of his vocabulary. “You’re getting better at locking your windows.”
“And you’re getting better at not breaking into my apartment.” He hasn’t done it for a month; it’s an improvement. “Some people–myself included–might just consider that growth.”
“Hmm.”
You reached into the cabinet, two mismatched bowls, Jason’s was chipped, but he caused it, so it was his bowl now. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while. Where have you been?”
He pulled out one of the chairs at the small dining table. “Mission from Bruce. Where have you been? You haven’t been around the manor in a month.” His hand fiddled with the paperwork you had left behind, but he didn’t bother to read it. He had enough in his own head to deal with; there was no need to look at what others had going on in theirs.
Something must have told you he would be stopping by tonight when you picked up ingredients for chili at the store. It was the one dish he never complained about, even though you’ve told him that he has no room to complain when he never cooks anyway. At least with this he only complained if there weren’t any fritos to go with it. “Technically not true. I visited Alfred the other day, but none of you were awake for breakfast at the time.”
He stood up when you brought the bowls over, pulling out the other chair. Such a gentleman, you thought sarcastically. “Are you avoiding us?”
Us, just ask what you mean, Jason.“No, Jay, I’m not avoiding you.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes, but he gave a quiet nod of thanks. You assume for the meal and for saying what he could not.
“So just Bruce then?” Surrounding yourself with detectives means nothing is ever a secret.
You figured he wouldn’t be loose-lipped, but you have to ask. “Did Alfred say something to you?”
He took a spoonful of chili, and he had better table manners than Dick, you would at least give him that. “He didn’t have to.”
“Jay…”
There was a performance in him, a need to make his nonchalance certain instead of an act. “Look, I know it’s not my place, and you know I usually stay out of the family drama, but why not, huh? Why not let richy rich help you out? Hell, he could probably get you your own private practice if you want.” You wonder if the idea would only be good in the vacuum it remained in.
“That’s not the point Jay.”
He polished off the bowl and set it to the side, arms crossed. You appreciated the attention he gave you. “Then what is it? Help me understand.” Maybe you have been rubbing off on him without him even realizing it.
“I’ve just been feeling useless lately.”
“You’re far from useless, and you know that.” He left no room for doubt, a tone filled with complete honesty. It almost made you believe him.
You focused on the remaining bits of food left in the ceramic, pushing it around instead of scooping it up. “I love what I do Jay, but the city doesn’t see it as a necessity. It doesn’t matter how much money he pours into the building I work at if the people I work with can’t afford to see me anymore. It just–it frustrates me. He’d rather fight his battles as Batman than try and do some good as Bruce.”
The chair beneath him creaked as he slightly leaned back. “Hey, from what I hear, Tim’s actually been trying to ‘fix the heart of Gotham’ or whatever the fuck he calls it instead of putting up another Wayne skyscraper.”
If you looked outside your window, you could see the construction site from here. Only a handful of people knew what was actually being built beneath it. “That’s the last thing this city needs…but yeah, at least he’s trying. Remind me to give him a call at some point, something tells me he hasn’t been implementing the work-life balance advice he begged me for.”
He stood from the table and reached for your bowl. “Did you actually think he would?” Your eyes followed him, and your body turned to face him as he rinsed off the dishes in the sink, knowing that in the morning they would be cleaned and put up.
“You know if the occupants of Wayne Manor started to take my ‘professional advice’ to heart, I guarantee the peace in their lives would increase by at least twenty percent.”
Jason’s steps towards you were slow, measured, almost teasing. His arms scooped you up from the chair before you could blink, cradling you close. You were the most precious thing he’s ever held in his arms, though he’s never found the words to tell you as such. “Well, I’d say mine has increased by fifty just by being here with you.” He ignored the light protest you had begun to give by crossing the living room and settling you both onto the couch.
Your hand that had been clutching the back of his neck moved to trace the scar that spread across his cheek, mirroring the crack in his bowl. “That so Jay?” When your thumb brushed against his bottom lip, his hand came to halt yours from further exploration. You could feel the slight purse in his lips, a barely there kiss.
“Oh yeah, only peace I’ve ever known has been with you.” He could be quite the romantic when he wasn’t even trying.
“Hmm…” It seems his vocabulary was rubbing off on you. “You know if you took more nights off, we could maybe get it up to eighty percent.”
You could feel the movement of his muscles as the left side of his mouth ticked up in a smirk. “I’m sure we can get it up to eighty tonight…”
The smirk turned into a full albeit small smile at the sound of your laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”
He leaned in closer, “Yeah, and for some reason you’re still putting up with me…I tell you what though, I’ll take more nights off if you promise to never leave me alone with my family for dinner like you have this past month.” Jason could gripe about it all he liked, but you knew that he didn’t mind his family dinners, as dysfunctional as they may be.
“Mmm, you know I’m a busy, busy therapist, and that’s a pretty big commitment right there.”
“I’ll be sure to make it worth your while…now are you gonna let me give you a bit of peace tonight?”
You gave a playful glance towards the TV on the opposite side of the room. “What, no movie first?” The two of you have lately been steadily making your way through every possible Jane Eyre adaptation.
His hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist gently gripped the back of your neck, bringing your eyes back to meet his. “We can still watch one after if you’re not too worn out.”
The month apart had made you both desperate for the remedy that could only come from every inch of separation being removed. “I might make you eat those words Jay. I’ve had a rough week, could be you that’s too worn out when we’re through.”
“Promise?”
His lips were as greedy as your hands that gripped the material of his hoodie, a plea for him to be closer. Jason would never say such sweet words aloud, but he never wanted to let you go. He had no desire in his youth, the days when he was tripping over himself around you, and he has no desire now. There aren’t many things he holds dear anymore. But with you, he’s not afraid to hold on too tightly.
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