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literally what was even the point of samira’s arc . bright-eyed passionate young woman trying to single-handedly address racial disparity in emergency medicine is worn down by the system & belittled by her attending to the point that she’s lost sight of who she is as a doctor & cannot see a clear future for herself . & then they write her off the show . Ok .
jack and june are the sweetest together. I loved how you wrote them at the zoo! I wish I could see them everywhere together! The diner. A penguins game. The museum. A pirates game where june gets a hotdog and foam finger, and ice cream in a baseball hat, and a little pink pirates cap, and so much food she feels gross so she curls up on Jack's lap and falls asleep before the 5th inning. I love them so much, they bring me so much comfort. Thank you for sharing your writing with us.
i could not get this image out of my head!! ty <3
jackrabbit and junebug 0.7k
“Ketchup?”
“No.”
“Mustard?”
June scrunches her nose. “Gross.”
“Plain Jane. I like it.” Jack sets the hot dog in her open hands. It’s too much for her little belly, but he promised to buy her her own.
“I’m not Jane. I’m June.”
“Right, sorry,” he laughs.
“Can we go sit now?”
Jack’s eyes wander into the branching crowd. His arm falls protectively over June’s shoulders. “Let’s wait for your mom.”
June’s whole body sags. “But she’s taking foreverrr.”
She’s right. You kind of are. Jack was sure you’d beat him back from the bathroom by the time he made it through the concessions line. His attention dips to his wrist for the time. The game’s starting pretty soon.
But he looks back up and— “Oh, speak of the devil.” Here you come with that darling smile of yours, a pep in your step, and something big folded under the crook of your arm.
“Get lost?” Jack jokes.
“Something like that.”
You show June the foam finger you were failing to hide. It’s her first game, so you couldn’t help but splurge. And the money doesn’t feel wasted with the way her whole face lights up at yours.
“For me?” she cries.
“Just for you.” You fit the foam over her arm like a sleeve. It’s so big it swallows her up to her shoulder.
Jack hands you a basket of crinkle fries. You give the side of his mouth a cheeky peck in return.
He escorts you to your seats like a proper gentleman. They’re nearly front row, just a few feet behind the dugout. He must’ve spent a fortune.
June sits on the fold-out chair between you, her hot dog balanced precariously on the knobs of her knees.
“You know, I didn’t take you for a sports guy,” you admit to Jack. You fix June’s food further up her lap before digging into yours.
“Yeah? Why not?” he says with a mouthful.
He’s cute even when he’s being gross. Like when he rubs his face against your neck after a long, sweaty shift. Or when he talks about bodily fluids over dinner like it’s just another language you should understand. “Just don’t seem like the type,” you answer with a shrug.
“Mommy, this is burned.”
Your gaze falls to the hot dog in June’s lap. “It’s not burnt, baby. That’s just the lines from the grill.”
She whines at you, unconvinced.
“I promise it tastes the same.”
“No, mommy. It’s burned.”
“Flip it over. Here, look, eat this side.”
Jack peels open his hot dog and reaches across your legs to show her. “Want to trade? Mine’s not so burnt. See?”
She inspects every inch of it before agreeing. And Jack takes hers without complaint, even with the bun already picked to shreds. He’s a saint for it, really. But you’re just happy she likes it, that she eats.
Jack teaches June some of the rules as they watch the game, but you’re not sure if any stick. She’s more interested in the cracked aglets on her shoelaces. And when he asks if she wants to play baseball with him sometime, she says no very frankly.
His feelings aren’t hurt, though. Baseball isn’t exactly thrilling when you’re four.
But she picks her head out of the bleachers when Jack starts to shout about a homerun. She startles, never having heard him that loud, until she realizes he’s smiling, that it’s a happy kind of shout.
“Dr. Jack,” she scolds. She tugs on his arm when he doesn’t hear.
He takes her by the waist and lifts her up high in his surge of excitement. It’s contagious— June beams, and while she’s not so sure what they’re clapping at, she pretends to know for his sake.
By the third inning, she’s stolen his cap to play with. And by the fourth, she’s curled up in his lap with it laid across her face to shade her eyes from the sun. She’s drunk on the extra-large pink lemonade Jack bribed her with to stay a little longer. But he’s too soft for his own good, as soon as she’s out and snoring, he’s the one to make the suggestion to head home.
hi love ive come apon the steve fic but ive seen the last ch is in 2025 and it says on the masterlist that it stil needs the ch 6 and epilogue. Do you still plan on continuing it??
i definitely want to but i’m not sure if i will honey
I’m glad you love it so much!! I actually forgot to caption it but the implication/inspiration is that June dressed herself that and was proud that outfit looked cute!! (And ofc I had to do variations!! June gotta look like her mom!!)
ugh you’re the sweetest!! thank you for bringing her to life darling <33
