notfloppingjustniche

[notfloppingjustniche]

OBSESSION chapter.2

Jack Abbot × Reader

summary: You get Jack a little gift...A One Wish Willow. He makes his wish, it's broken, and now you're obsessed.

content warnings: swearing, flirting, age gap, mid 20s/early 50s

A/N: I am in absolutely no way romanticizing this movie. I saw this tiktok someone made about if there was a fic about Jack Abbot with an Obsession AU, and I loved it. The story line is brilliant, and it perfectly depicts the idea that you could do anything for a man, and it still wouldn't be good enough. And if you don't reciprocate romantic feelings, then that just automatically means that you're playing hard to get. I saw this movie twice in theaters and each time I cried, because there are just so many hidden meanings. Even if a lot of them weren't intended.

Jack was sitting on the couch with his head hanging back, when he heard you knock at the door. He was jerked out of his daydream, practically getting whiplash…it was past his bedtime. His feet met the floor quickly and he walked towards the door, almost a little scared. The door creaked open, slowly, but surely. And there you were.

The softest but biggest grin on your face. Your hands were holding each other behind your back, and you were wearing a dress. It was white, short, and had ruffles at the seams. “Hi, Jackie.” Jackie…you’ve never called him that before. Like, ever.

“Hey…”

You stare at him for a second before getting jerked out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry for barging in like this…I’m just- something’s so wrong and just..weird today, and I think I just need your help. Is that insane…?” He looks at you like you’re crazy. Because…this isn’t really you. You don’t act all skittish and giggly when you guys talk.

“No, it’s just- are you gonna be okay?”

“Yes! I’ll be fine! Better, now that i’m here…”

Jack steps aside so you can finally come in, and you push past, swift on your feet. Suddenly, you stop, and close your eyes taking a in a deep breath of the air surrounding you. Jack peers around your shoulder wondering why you stopped walking. “Y/N?” He says your name.

“It smells just like you in here…”

You smile softly to yourself and exhale the scent of him. Jack nervously giggles at the comment. This was weird, right? You’d never acted so sweetly towards him. You turn around and your expression falters. Your eyes soften and your grin fades into a straight line. “I wanted to ask you something, Jack.” He stares into your eyes, scanning your face. “What is it…?”

“Do you think about me? Like, at all?”

“Like…how?”

“Like…how I do.”

Jacks brows furrowed and his lips parted.

“I know you do…Remember when you kissed me? I only pushed you away because…I just got out of this terrible relationship. I wasn’t ready for anything else.”

“You had a boyfriend?”

“Yeah. I never told anybody.”

For a second Jack almost thought it was impossible, the thought of you having a boyfriend. You were a very closed off person, and didn’t take any bullshit from random guys that hit on you. You look up at him with glossy eyes, the light shining just right on your pupils.

“Jack…I think about you all the time. I- I don’t think I could live without you.” You start to walk forward, step by step, until you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Y/N, I don’t know if you…know what you’re saying right now.” You slide your hands up his chest, and slowly the wrap around the back of his neck. He gets goosebumps at the feeling of your delicate hands tracing up his skin. “I do.” Then, you kiss him. Not rough, but soft, just like you were. Just like he imagined. His hands wrap around your waist, and just like that..time stop-

“Oh my god, what the fuck?!?!” You scream breaking the kiss. You trip over your feet, making you fall to the floor, your ass immediately feeling sore. “Y/N, what the fuck? What happened?!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just- I thought I saw something!”

“You’re starting to freak me the fuck out…”

“Wait…no, no, i’m sorry. Please don’t be scared. I just I swear I saw something…”

As he looked at you a little harder, he realized something was off. You’d never made the face you were making. Your eyebrows were curved into a sad expression and your mouth was parted, you looked at him like he pushed you to the ground.

“Y/N, you’re not scaring me, but this is all just so…much? I mean, you come here, and tell me that you have feelings, and then you just basically threw yourself to the ground…”

“You just make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous?”

“You’re just so handsome…and forgiving, and kind…”

You looked like a kicked puppy standing out in the rain. Jack couldn’t look at you like you were crazy, because you weren’t. It was all in his head, and maybe he was just paranoid. “Can I…shower, maybe?”

“Yeah, of course. Just- Come on.” Jack kneeled down to help you up off the ground. You held his forearm as a walked you to the bathroom. Lined neatly along the edge of the shower were bottles of shampoo and conditioner that matched the kind you once mentioned liking, along with body wash that smelled like fresh lavender instead of the generic soap he used. He grabbed brand-new toothbrush and set in a cup beside soft towels folded with care, and under the sink was a small basket filled with hair ties, makeup wipes, lotion, and even a spare hoodie waiting for her afterward. None of it was extravagant—it was simply thoughtful. He’d listened to the little things you’d said without realizing it, quietly making sure that if you ever needed to stay over after a long day or simply wanted to feel at home, you’d never have to ask for a single thing. “Okay, just let me know if you need anything.” He smiles, turning to leave. “Jack wait-“ You reach out to grab his hand. “Can you stay in here with me..?”

“You want me to stay in here?”

“Yea, I just…don’t feel very good right now.”

Jack took a seat on the toilet, keeping his eyes on the ground as you removed your articles of clothing. The steam filled up the bathroom as you showered, the hottest setting, always. Jacks mind wandered far back into his head. Why were you acting so strange? It almost as if your mind just…flipped. You don’t normally act so needy, something was up. Jack leaned forward so his forearms were resting on his thighs. The sound of the curtain opening abruptly ripped him from his own thoughts. Jacks head instinctively whipped in the direction of the sound, only to see you, and your body…

your beautiful body. He immediately closed his eyes, focusing back on the ground and shaking his head. “Shit, i’m sorry, honey…”

You step out of the shower, getting goosebumps as your hot feet hit the much colder tile. Just then, Jack feels your fingertips on his chin, angling his head up to look at you. “Jackie…” This was a whole new you to Jack. There you were standing 2 feet away from his face, your chest exposed…everything exposed. “Woah! Jesus..Y/N. What are you doing?” His immediately closes his eyes turning his head away. “You don’t like it?” You frown, a hint of melancholy in your voice. “Jeez, i’m- I don’t know…you just-“

“Am I…ugly?” Your voice shakes and a sharp frown forms on your face. Your face grows hot and your eyes well with tears. Jacks head immediately turns around, “No, no, no…I just- Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doin’….” You look up at him with glossy eyes, your eyelashes still wet from the water in the shower. His rough hands found your upper arms, and rubbed up and down, looking into your eyes.

“Here.” He reaches to the counter top to grab the oversized shirt for you to wear. You reach out to grab it but he takes it from you… ”Arms up.” You reach your arms into the air and let him slide the big shirt over your body.

Jack knew something was off. Something was wrong. And he felt a little bit guilty for it. There was a quiet certainty in the way you spoke, smiled, and faced the world, making even the hardest moments seem a little less intimidating. Your heart was as bright as your spirit, always noticing when someone needed a kind word, a steady hand, or simply someone to listen. But now it was like a dark cloud has floated over you. You’ve never painted yourself out to be insecure. Even if you really were, you never would’ve let people think that.

Jack grinned at you, and jokingly grabbed the side of your hair gently. “What’re you thinkin’ bout?”

“You.” Your demeanor immediately switches up. Your brain chemistry seemed altered. You’d never flirted with Jack, at least, seriously. If you did it was banter, something to laugh about. But this was serious. And as Jack looked closer at you, and deeper, he noticed that little twinkle in your eye, was gone. Even with the light in the mirror reflecting through…nothing seemed to brighten it. He knew he was in trouble. But at the same time, this is what he’s always wanted. For you to just…see him, and want him. For you to be obsessed.

Jack decided to let you sleep at his place. He didn’t think you were in the right head space to leave his apartment, let alone his side. You were attached to his hip all day long. When he did the dishes, or his laundry, or was watching TV. You were there. You snuggled up next to him in the couch, resting your head on his shoulder, with your hands wrapped around his bicep. He’d look down and you were just staring at him. He’d giggle and turn your head away with his other hand, he had to do it about 5 times. When it got to be time to go to sleep, Jack went to his room and got an extra pillow and blanket. He started making a haphazard bed on the couch with what he had, getting the wrinkles and creases out of the pillows. You round the corner with a sad look on your face. “Jack…?”

“What’s up kiddo?”

“Can I…uh- sleep with you?” Jack turned around confused. You always sleep on the couch. In fact whenever you’ve spent the night before Jacks insisted on you taking the bed and him taking the couch. “You always sleep on the couch, sweetheart.”

“I know. I’ve just been having these really bad dream lately. I hate them.” Jack knows what it’s like to have bad dreams. He basically lives there most of the time.

Jack smiles at you, “Go ahead and get in bed. I’ll be there in a minute.” You happily skip away on your tip toes, leaving Jack to clean up the bed he just made. A part of him felt funny. Why the hell were you acting like this? He thought to himself. Jack came into the bedroom and threw the pillows and blankets on the bed, turning the light off and closing the black-out curtains. One thing he hated about night shift was the fact he had to sleep in daylight. You were already snug under the covers, your shoulder up being exposed. Jack climbed into bed, wearing nothing but boxers and a t shirt. It wasn’t something he typically wore to bed but…it’d have to do-

“You can take off your shirt.” You cut into his thoughts.

“What?”

“Your shirt? I know you don’t usually sleep with it on.” You were correct, Jack absolutely hated wearing a shirt to bed. He was doing it for you. He didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, even though he knows you wouldn’t mind. But Jack doesn’t really know what to say.

“Turn around.” You say, shuffling through the covers so that you could reach the hem of your shirt. “What the hell are you-“

“I said turn around! I don’t wanna freak you out by showing you my tits again.” You giggle, Jack complies. He hears the faint sound of shuffling, the drop of your shirt to the floor, and the sound of you getting back into bed.

“Okay, you’re good.” You confirm. When he turns he sees your shoulders naked above the covers. It was pretty obvious what just happened. “I don’t like sleeping with a shirt on either. Or pants…but I won’t make you suffer through that.”

Jack can’t believe you were willing to just sleep shirtless…with him. He stands there debating if he should follow through with your kindness, and just take off his shirt. He swallows the lump in throat and reaches from the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head and you stare in awe. God he was perfect. A smile begins to slowly form on your face when you see Jack awkwardly shove his way into the covers. He lays on his back, and you lay on your side. Facing him. The room was dark, the black-out curtains were sure doing the trick. If you hadn’t known any better you’d think it was actually night time. Your eyes trace shapes on his bicep in front of your face.

“So…have you thought about what I said?”

Jack clears his throat, “About what?”

“Me having…feelings for you.” Your voice was so glossed over and velvety. Jack wanted to drown in it. He turned towards you, so you guys were face to face. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?” He props his head up into his hand.

“Love me.” You quip.

“That’s quite the demand.”

“Well, you feel it. I know you do. We fit.”

You move forward, you faces inching closer and closer, your body heat reaching each others. “Can you touch me? Please?” You breathe out.

Jack exhales, “Shit, baby.” How could he say no to you? There you were, this beautiful girl, who he’d been waiting for forever. Jack leans forward and kisses you, hot and heavy. His hand lands on your throat and he puts his chest above yours. The kiss grew sloppier and hungrier, you open your mouth to let his tongue meet yours. One hand gently on your throat, and one on the flesh of your ass. But of course, Jacks mind takes over, and he breaks the kiss. He looks down at you from his view. Your hair was already a mess, partially in your face. Your chest was exposed, your tits were even more perfect than he imagined, and your lips and cheeks were flushed from the chaos. He thought to himself for second. You were so perfect, look at you. You don’t deserve it like this…you needed better. You deserved way better. Jack forced himself to return back to where he was before. His back to the mattress, and his eyes looking at the ceiling. “Ughhh you’re no fun.” You say, rolling your eyes. The silence took over for a moment,

“I do think about you.” Jack cuts in, answering your question from earlier in the day. You look over to him and he’s staring at the ceiling. His vision shifts at the feeling of the mattress shifting, you scoot closer to him. His lifts his arm, almost instinctively, and you snuggle close into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in his scent. You rest your hand on his stomach, and draw circles.

“I love you more than anyone in the whole world, Jack.”

Jacks heart sinks. And he remembers his wish.

[notfloppingjustniche]

Okay guys part 2 to my Jack Obsession fic coming soon! I’m sorry for the wait i’ve been so busy and i’m like honestly in the biggest slump but it’ll probably be uploaded tmrw!!

[notfloppingjustniche]

OBSESSION

Jack Abbot x Reader

summary: You get Jack a little gift…A One Wish Willow. He makes his wish, it’s broken, and now you’re obsessed.

content warnings: swearing, flirting, age gap, mid 20s/early 50s

A/N: Okay, I just want to start off by saying… I am in absolutely no way romanticizing this movie. I saw this tiktok someone made about if there was a fic about Jack Abbot with an Obsession AU, and I loved it. The story line is brilliant, and it perfectly depicts the idea that you could do anything for a man, and it still wouldn’t be good enough. And if you don’t reciprocate romantic feelings, then that just automatically means that you’re playing hard to get. I saw this movie twice in theaters and each time I cried, because there are just so many hidden meanings. Even if a lot of them weren’t intended. So yeah! Thank you for reading, It’s gonna be on ao3 soon!!!

All your life…you were nothing short of perfect. You were the kind of girl language and all things of that nature surrendered to. Every smile carried a wave of warmth that made strangers feel like distant, old friends…and every laugh sounded like something the world had been missing for far too long. You weren’t perfect because you never stumbled, or faltered. You were perfect because you wore every flaw with such quiet grace, turning your imperfections into things that made you unforgettable. You were fierce, and snarky, and perfect, and that’s all that mattered. All the time. No collection of words would ever begin to describe who you were. Because you had the kind of beauty that wasn’t just seen—it was felt.

Jack Abbot saw that.

Maybe…not so much when it came to difficult patients. You closed yourself off into the break room after Mr. Wilkins popped something off at you for “threatening” to give him a shot. Unfortunately you fired back. Calling him a “Spineless asshole.” You were quip and sharp with your words, almost leaving him completely plastered with a look of shock. You were supposed to be a caring, warm, nurse…not some bitch that did this shit for the money. You lean your arms on the countertop, giving your back a slight break. You sigh and crane your neck to the side, cracking the joints. You hear the door creek open behind you. Jack.

Jack Abbot.

“Okay…we have got to talk about whatever the hell happened in there.”

He quietly says, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t exactly feel like trying to search my brain for how it even started…” You groan.

“Don’t let one difficult patient cease the idea that you’re doing great.”

“I just feel like… I failed.”

“You didn’t. You have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever worked with. You care…” he smiles softly “…You rocked that shit, okay? You know me, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Your lips curve into a soft, warm smile. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

You knew for a while that Jack had feelings for you. The other days Christmas party was living proof, and evidence. He drove you home when you were drunk off your heels, and kissed you. But…you didn’t want that with Jack. You loved the friendship you guys had. He was one of your closest friends actually. Sometimes you’d crash at his place when you were too tired to drive home at night. And you told him everything. Everything. You could tell him anything. He listened to what you had to say, he was almost like a diary. He seems like the only one that really understood.

His back found the countertop next to you. His arms crossing instinctively. “You’re a really good friend Jack. Y’know that?” The word friend never failed to kick him swift in the ass. The ego he once had when walking in faltered. You could sort of tell…

You figure a gift could help.

“Oh, I almost forgot!”

You push your self off of the counter and make a b-line for your purse. You have a grimace on your face which can only mean one thing, Jack thinks. You rifle through the pockets trying to find the little gift. Then, you found it.

“Surprise!” Between your fingers was a one of a kind…One Wish Willow. Your parents always got you one when you went upstate. They basically made you into a hopeful dreamer from the age of ten…but everybody needs a little hope. Even old, cranky doctors, like Jack.

“What…is that?” He cringes at my blissful expression.

“What! You’ve never seen one of these before?”

“Not in my time…”

You roll your eyes, “Haha, very funny…”

Jack holds out his hand to take it from you, “…it’s a One Wish Willow. I used to basically live off those as a kid. They technically make you think you’re gonna grow up rich and famous, and throw giant house parties with tons of people. Oh, and they make you think that your 7th grade crush would confess their undying love for you.”

“Yea…definitely never heard of it.” Jack scoffs. He always knew you were into shit like this. Crystals, and what not. You were a very spiritual person. You believed in being one with yourself, and always being sure. That’s what he loved about you.

“Well…I don’t know, I like em’…also y’know I figured I owed you something for the..other night.”

You watch his expression change and he straightens his back, clearing his throat. “No, no, don’t feel like you owe me anything. I was out of line…I shouldn’t have overstepped.”

“You didn’t overstep. That doesn’t exist with us…it’s just that-“ You pause, watching what you say. You knew already things were a little awkward, especially for him. You didn’t wanna make it worse. But what else could you say? “It’s just that you’re my best friend. And I don’t wanna ruin anything…you’re so special to me.”

“Listen, kid. You don’t owe me anything. I don’t even think of you like that…I just- It was just an act of impulse.”

“Okay…good.”

The silence was surely too deafening. The only sound was your heart beating fast inside your chest, and Jack pouring coffee beside you. You take a deep breath out and change the subject back to a lighter topic.

“Well~ I hope that means that you’ll appreciate my gift.”

“Oh..I will!” He acts enthusiastic for your sake, and for some reason even though you know it’s fake, it works.

“Hmm..so what’re you gonna wish for?”

“I thought the thing about wishes was if you tell someone it doesn’t come true.”

“Fine…don’t tell me. But if you come in tomorrow with, like, a bajillion dollars…you owe me at least 100$”

“I’m kinder than that, sweetheart, i’d give you 120$”

Banter with Jack was always fun. He understood your references, and when you were really being serious. “Wow! How generous…” You giggle. You realize you’ve been in the break room for a good 10 minutes and whip your head towards the clock. 12:15 a.m. “Oh, shit…I gotta go. Duties are calling.”

“Yes, please. Do your job.” He quips over his shoulder and you groan. Jack was your boss. Even if you guys didn’t act like it. He made it hard to act like it.

“Bye, Mr. Grumpy-pants!” You say opening the door, and leaving Jack all alone.

All he can seem to think about is you. Even though he just talked to you. Every conversation the two of you ever had was written all over him. As crazy as it sounds, it was what got him up in the mornings…the thought of you speaking to him later in the night. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t lead him on…You were a flirty person, it was just who you were. Sometimes you’d even be a little too flirty. When you’d sleep over you guys would lay on the couch, with your head in his lap, and you’d play with his fingers. And when you guys were working you’d give him bicep a little squeeze when you’d walk by. So, no, you weren’t completely innocent, you knew what you were doing.

But Jack was just going to have to live with the fact that you didn’t want someone like him. He felt as though he was used up, and old, and didn’t have enough oil in his tank to keep you happy. He’d just have to learn to be content with the idea that you’d never love him, as much as he loved you.

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When Jack returned to his apartment that mornin, he was a wreck, just like he always was. He just hid it better than others. He threw his bag onto the couch by the front door, and headed straight for the kitchen. Maybe coffee would do that trick. He took it black, no sugar, no cream. Which made him think of you again. You always took your coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar, and a disgusting amount of cream. It wasn’t even technically coffee anymore by the time you added the sweet stuff. He smiled to himself and he emptied out the pot, the dark brown liquid steaming inside his favorite mug. His mind wandered further, thinking about you. He thought, maybe it’d be different if you spent the night…maybe his brain would stop running miles. But no, if you were here he would just think about how you were on his couch, drinking from one of his mugs, snuggled into one of his blankets.

“Fuck…” He breathed out, running his hands over his face. Then, he remembered.

Your gift.

He knows he doesn’t believe in bullshit like this. The whole, wishing thing. He’s not hopeful, he doesn’t dream, he doesn’t wish for things on his birthday. But, it’s you. It has to do with you. He walks over to his bag, and bends down to retrieve it from the couch cushion. Setting it on the counter he reaches in the front pocket, pulling out the little box. It was red, and white, covered with dusty sparkles that were sure to fall off if handled too much. He stared at it for far too long, then thought, why would you pick this out for him. You must’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out what he likes…you could’ve gotten him another mug, or a keychain, or a pair of funny socks. But, no, you got him a One Wish Willow. His fingers work at the corners of the box, tearing the material. A note falls out, and his heart flutters. “Great…” He sighs. Still, he opens it.

Jack,

I guess I should probably elaborate on why I got you this. When I was a teenager I got teased a lot. For…anything they could think of. And one day I went upstate to visit my dad, and we stopped in this little sketchy store. I had 5$, and I could buy whatever I wanted. And in the back of the store, I found the One Wish Willows. Now, I never believed in stuff like that. Like, ever, but I was reaching, and grasping at anything I could to help me get through…whatever I was going through. So I bought one. And I wished that someone, anyone, would just…be kind to me. Even if it’s not in the few years. But it never came true.

Then I met you. My wish finally came true. And I hope yours does too. One wish. That’s all you’ll ever need.

Jack smiled at the note, he was your wish.

Then, he thought…you could be his. It’s like you said in the note, “one wish, that’s all you’ll ever need.” He repeated it in his head,

all he’ll ever need.

all he’ll ever need.

all he’ll ever need.

You, are all he’ll ever need. Just you.

Jack held the little stick between two fingers, and breathed heavy. Your face flashed through his head, almost like a warning sign. Your freckles painted over your nose, and your smile. That tooth you got embarrassed of…Jack loved it.

He loved yo-

“I wish y/n would love me more than anything in the entire world.” *crack*

Maybe it was something in his head, tricking him into thinking it could work. But he had this feeling in his stomach, and the air felt a little different, a little quieter.

Almost too quiet-

*buzz* *buzz*

Jacks phone lit up the dark surface of his living room, and quickly he ran to it. He immediately picked it up, his eyes adjusting on the screen. It was you. His eyes widened a bit as he saw your name with the little red heart by it.

you: Heyyy, you up?

Jack: Yeah. Just having coffee.

you: Can I come over? Bored.

Jack: I thought you had that friend’s baby shower?

you: Well, it can wait. I have some stuff to tell you.

Jack thought of telling you no. Your friend’s baby shower must’ve been more important, it had to be. You’ve never been this insistent on coming over though..it must be really important. He swallows, and his fingers type out another message.

Jack: Doors unlocked.

you: Be over in 5…can’t wait to see you.

One wish. That’s all you’ll ever need.