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I don’t know what I’m doing but I’m doing it

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Hallway's Talk !

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a series about Lando Norris and yn Leclerc, young couple of the paddock along the years. they're chaotic and in love, so of course we love them more.

2021:

get to know them

2022: on going

2023: on going

2024: on going

2025: on going

2026: on going

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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝐋𝐍1

What happens when F1 driver Lando Norris realizes the love of his life is as crazy as him, and that she happened to have her own podcast ? oh and of course, she has to be Leclerc's sister.

from 2021 to 2026

no face claim, just some vibes and visions for the pictures. smau and written parts will happen

meet the two lovers :

Since her beginnings on Youtube in 2016, the young yn Leclerc has changed !

Now aged 22, the Monegasque wants to change things a bit and she does with her new project, Hallway’s Talk, a podcast based on chitchat with others celebrities, most of the time based on life, social media and their activities. 

She has already announced her first ever episode with no one other than her brother, F1 driver Charles Leclerc, will aired on June, 29th on every platforms !

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 || 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭

Dr. Jack Abbot x the office!younger!female!reader (2nd person)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙝.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 (𝙨.4 𝙚.1), 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

It was supposed to happen. Really.

You already went to PTMC thrice because of your coworkers, and in your head, you wouldn't be coming here a fourth time. Really, you wanted to avoid it.

Ever since you encounter the sexy Dr. Jack Abbot, you were obsessed with him; he was calm, hot, sincere, hot, always ready to intervene or help someone, hot, just a bit of trauma, hot and lot of sex appeal… did you mention that he was hot ?

But yeah, maybe you weren’t the one for him. For fuck’s sake, the man was an adrenaline junky, always helping the others and never himself, sleeping the day, working the night and shooting at bad guys the next one. You’re little insignificant life as a paper saleswoman who works 9-5 and whose exciting action of her week was the balloon of the warehouse falling down wasn’t meant to be intertwined with Jack Abbot, you were sure of it.

And you were even more sure of it when he had to left in the middle of your first date - the one he had to postpone three times because of short staffing - because of an emergency at the hospital. Jack apologized, made sure to pay for the dinner he never got the chance to eat, and left you, promising a new date and to call him when you come home.

To say you weren’t disappointed was a euphemism, you shred a tear or two at the sight of happy couples and when your meals came, you just ask them for take away and left too. You couldn’t bear to stay alone in such a place, surrounded by love and happiness while you were trying not to break down.

So you came back home, ate some of your restaurant leftovers that didn’t taste the same without the right atmosphere and Jack, and felt asleep real soon, the text you sent Jack still unread, hour after sending it.

You realized it wasn’t meant to be when he answered the next day, while you were in the middle of your lunch break at the office, eating some cookies Phyllis baked. It was a simple text, no mention of your earlier date, nor your next one. Just a “great, have a nice day”.

You didn't text back, knowing he was surely already asleep after pulling a surprised shift, and just when you wanted to text something back, you didn’t know what. You didn’t want to seem too obsessed with him, or a woman who was alone and miserable in her life. So you stayed silent, knowing your place in his life. You wanted to forget him, and let him forget you as well.

It was, as usual, not in the mind of your coworkers, because of course, the next week, Michael ran over Meredith in his car. Some went immediately see her, and the others waited for the end of the work day to see her, just like you did.

You waited 5:30 to leave the office, beaming your goodbye to everyone before driving to the hospital. You stayed with her for an hour, trying to catch her up on everything and help her with some things she needed done. Once the nurses came to help her shower, you decided to leave, trying to be as careful as possible, to not disturb the medical staff.

But of course you had to stumble into Jack in the parking lot.

When he saw you, his eyes widened before he took back a neutral expression, walking towards you, his backpack dangling for his shoulder. He was already in his black scrubs, and gosh why did they have to be so tight around his biceps ? You didn’t realize you were in front of him until he cleared his throat.

“Hi” he said, looking you up and down, to either see if you were hurt or just to check you out. “What are you doing here ?”

“Michael ran over Meredith this morning, so I came to see her.”

“Wha- How ?” he asked, then realized. “Do I wanna know ?”

“He just didn’t see her when he arrived at the office, think he was listening to some Britney Spears or something. That’s Michael.”

“Is she okay ?”

“Oh no yeah, she’s fine. Just broke her coccyx I think. She just needs rest and to stay away from Michael, just like everybody else in this office.”

“Yeah, I guess.” he stayed silent for a bit, then, when he saw you weren’t going to say something back, decided to do it.

“I, uh, you didn’t text back…”

You looked down, the realization that the conversation you wanted to ignore was happening really scared you. “I didn't want to bother you, you had a lot to do and I'm sure you don’t want to add more trauma and overprotection for me.”

“What are you talking about ?”

“Jack, come on. You work thirty hours a day and I barely work for weeks ! I sell paper ! We’re complete opposite. You need someone who challenges you and is as much as a hyperactive as you are.” you really looked at him, pain showing in your eyes. “I'm not the one for you.”

“Are you on something? Did Michael also ran you over and you need a head CT to confirm head trauma ?”

“Jack I'm serious.”

“And so am I !” He stepped closer to you. “You didn’t text back because of that ?”

“And you didn’t text back either !”

“Yeah ! Because I'm an old man who's really into a woman he shouldn't be attracted to because she’s half his age and is the definition of sweetness !”

You two stopped talking for a bit, just looking at each other for real.

“Are we two idiots who are into each other without having been on a full date and too afraid to commit ?” you asked, your hands coming to his torso.

“I think so… and I'm sorry about the date.”

“I know, it’s your job. I'm not mad.” At that, he send you a look of ‘are you for real ?’ and you rolled your eyes. “Okay fine I'm a bit mad, but it’s nothing a second first date can’t fix.”

“So, we’re going to have a second first date ?”

“Yeah, if you want to. But I really want to.”

“Then a second first date it is. I can’t promise you I won’t be called in the middle of it, but I assure you that I'll be there.”

“For now that perfect. Now go save some life Dr. Abbot. I’ll text you.” you kiss his cheek and retreated back.

“Breakfast tomorrow after my shift and before you go to work ?”

“That sounds perfect.”

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚!𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 !

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Omg please make more Dr. Jack Abbot x the office!reader

It was really good and funny!

Thanks !!! I just need to find some ideas because I miss those two as well

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Don’t worry, bf!langdon x historian!female!reader is slowly starting to tickle my mind… it’ll be coming soon… no promises though

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How am I supposed to stay calm when we might get OR3, GA3, and RM3 in the Summer ?!

My mental state is not ready…

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CHUCK TIMELY AND THE HOURGLASS ????!!!!!!!

Tucker, I know you want me dead already

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How am I supposed to stay calm when we might get OR3, GA3, and RM3 in the Summer ?!

My mental state is not ready…

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Yes… I don’t know what to write next so what ? Give me some ideas I got the week end mostly free.

I also saw Isack Hadjar last Saturday and I don’t think my brain really understand it yet

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just started House M.D and in my head, I know that reader is in the team just a few floors up from the Pitt and every once in a while, just come down to see patients and flirt with Abbot... or Chase... or both ?

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𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 !! || 𝐃𝐫. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭

Dr. Jack Abbot x the office!younger!female!reader (2nd person)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡… 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 (𝙨.2 𝙚.12), 𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝, 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙨

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

It was a normal day at the office - in reality, they’re all normal day… but some of them have some spice in it, and it was one of those.

Everyone was there, working, talking, laughing to some dumb jokes, waiting for Michael Scott to come to work. It wasn’t weird at all to see the employees of Dunder Mifflin at work before the boss, knowing the said boss.

You were with Jim and Pam at the reception desk, listening to them talking nonsense while you organize some papers for one of your client. But then, the phone rings.

“Dunder Mifflin this is Pam” she says, already bored of her day.

“Pam it’s Michael, I need help right now. Help me !” Michael says on the phone, sounding stressed and in pain.

“Michal what’s wrong ?” At that, you and Jim become alerted, looking at Pam for more answers.

“I’m hurt. I have hurt myself ! Oh my God !!”

“Okay, wait, wait, wait-”

“Oh, this is not looking good Pam !”

“Michael, do you need me to call an ambulance?”

“No ! I want you to pick me up ! Ohhhhh”

At that, she rolls her eyes, looking at Jim for an escapism.

“What’s going on ?” you ask, trying to understand what the hell happened.

“Wait a sec, I thought you said that you were hurt ?” Pam asks, trying herself to understand the man on the phone.

“I am hurt ! I hurt my foot ! I want to come to work but I need me to come and pick me up !”

Wanting to know more, Jim unplugged the phone, letting everyone in the office listening to the man.

“Oh God !” Michael screams, in pain.

“Hey, wow Michael, it’s Jim here. Just say again, really loudly what happened.”

“Okay, buuhhh. I burned my foot ! Very badly on my Foreman Grill, and I need someone to come and bring me to work.”

“You burn your foot on a Foreman Grill ?” you ask again, trying not to laugh.

“Pam can you come get me ?” Michael asks, this time really in pain.

“Uh, I have to stay to answer the phone.” she replies, not wanting to go there.

“Okay, could someone come and get me please ? Ryan ?”

“Why don’t you stay home Michael ?” you try gently, knowing he would be a pain in the ass all day if he comes here.

“There’s no toilet paper here…. can Ryan bring some ?”

Everyone stay silent, trying not to upset the man more, but also trying to get rid of him. Then, Dwight came along.

“What’s going on ?”

“Michael is sick and he needs some help.” you put up lightly, knowing that Dwight would go to get Michael. And you were right, because thirty seconds later, he was already running of the building to his car.

“Was that Dwight !? I don’t want him ! Please, everyone but Dwight.”

You were about to answer when you heard a big crash in the parking lot. You all go there, leaving Michael alone, only to see Dwight’s car in the fence, and the man out, puking on his car.

“Alright”, you say, taking your coat. “Michael, I’m coming okay ? Then we’ll go to the hospital with Dwight, because I’m sure he has a concussion.”

“Please hurry !”

Thirty minutes later, you were in chairs in PTMC, Michael’s foot in bubble wrap, and Dwight was off. It was nine, and you already knew you were going to stay the day here. But you must be very lucky because Dr Jack Abbot just pass you, ready to leave the hospital after his shift ran long. He recognized you and said your name.

“Dr. Abbot ! How are you?”

“I’m fine, just finished my shift… what are you doing here ?”

“Oh nothing, just a car crash.”

“What ?” At that, he was already at your side, looking at you to see if you were hurt.

“Oh no, I'm good. Hum, Dwight here crashed himself, and I think he is concussed…”

“What happened ?”

“Hum, my boss here, burned his foot and Dwight was going to his house to ‘save’ him, but he ran into the fence of the office.”

“And you took them both here.”

“Yep… it was that or answering the phone and writing mails all day so…”

Jack sighs, then look at the men. “Is it bubble wrap…?”

“… yes… I told you my coworkers were crazy.”

“Alright, let’s see what I can do. Lupe ? I need two wheelchairs please.”

“What ? No we can wait. Go home, you ran long and I'm sure night shift aren’t easy.”

“And miss some fun with you ? Not a chance.”

“I owe you one, really.” you help Michael go into the wheelchair while Jack takes care of Dwight.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m a very easy man… just a drink will do.” You follow him into triage, then he let some others doctors take care of Dwight while he go with you and Michael.

“So Sir, what happened here ?” he asks while removing the bubble wrap, asserting the burn.

“I burned my foot on my Foreman Grill.” Michael answers, hissing when Jack touched the burn, while you were trying not to laugh too much.

“How did that happen ?”

“I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, and since I don’t have a butler, I have to do it myself. So most night, before going to bed, I put six pieces of bacon on my grill. When I wake up, I plugged it and go back to sleep, so I'm awake a second time by the smell of grizzling bacon. But this morning, I forgot and stepped on it.”

“Alright… it’s not a deep burn so it should go better with some cream and painkillers. I’ll wrap it up and you need to come back for a new bandage in a few days.”

“How many times to I need to take the painkillers ? Because I'm in so much pain !”

“One every six hours, don’t use them too quickly.”

“Six hours ? Do you know how in pain I am ? You’re not the one with a foot less !”

“Michael !” you shout, already looking at Jack with apology.

For only answers, Jack lift up his pant leg to let appear a prosthetic leg. Your eyes widen, trying not to look too much.

“Oh God… of course… I'm sorry doctor.” Michael mumbles, ready to take off.

“Michael wait !”

“I’m ready to go to the office now !”

He left the room, looking for Dwight while you stay behind.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Abbot. I swear he’s better than that… I hope at least.”

“It’s okay… he’s a fun dude.”

“Again sorry for delaying your sleep schedule more.”

“Na… I'm good. I love having special patients… though I’ve never see you hurt. But you’re still my favorite.” he says laughing, taking off his gloves. “What time do you finish working ?”

“At five.” you answer with a smile.

“How about that drink tonight then ?”

“Tell me where and I'll see you.” you write your phone number on a piece of paper running wild and hand it off to him. “Later Dr. Abbot.”

You turn around and leave the room, immediately shouting at Michael for his lack of tact.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚!𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 !

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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐆𝐁!!! || 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭

Dr. Jack Abbot x the office!younger!female!reader (2nd person)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙬𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩… 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧 𝘼𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙩… 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛… 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙆𝙂𝘽, 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨… ? 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧.

The sentences written in italics are the one reader says in front of the cameras.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You’re sat in the conference room, in front of the camera, just as you’re used too for the documentary.

“Today is what we can call a quiet day… that means we have nothing to do… except work, and it’s boring so I decided to do nothing instead. Jim joined me, and that’s how we end up making believe to Dwight that KGB agents wanted him dead.”

You pause in your saying, looking right up at the camera, before losing it completely and start laughing.

“Honestly, I don’t know why we didn’t do it earlier, because man, that is so funny. He doesn’t know it yet, but in 15 minutes, Jim’s going to offer him a cup of coffee, which he will declined, because he doesn't trust him, but he kind of trusts me, and my baked goods.” 

Cut to you offering Dwight a homemade cookie.

“Here Dwight, do you want a cookie ? I tried a new recipe and I need your opinion on it.”

“What about me ?” asks Kevin from his chair, every food words ringing like a bell to his ears.

“You’ll have some don’t worry… I made those specially for Dwight since I used beat’s sugar… you know … sugar from vegetables Kevin.”

“Oh my god ? Why do people always put vegetables in cake ? First carrot cake, then pumpkin pie, and now beat cookies ? What is wrong with you people !”

You all watch him storm off to the break room before turning back to Dwight, a plastic tub full of cookies in hands. “So, want some ?”

“Hummm, I don’t see a catch… so… yes.” He takes one and before eating it, start smelling it.

“Dwight, I didn’t poison it, you can eat it.”

“You’re never so sure… always verify.”

You sigh then side eye Jim, winking to signal the start of your prank before going back to normal.

“You like them ? I didn’t know how much beat sugar I had to put since it’s different from normal sugar.”

“No, they’re good… which beats did you use ?”

“Yours, I had a few left from last time you gave some to me. I didn’t want them to go to waste.”

“They’re even better now that I know they’re from the Schrute Farm !”

“Glad you enjoy them.”

“And this people, is how you start chaos in Dwight’s head.”

About two hours later, Dwight received a strange e-mail. He read it carefully, before gasping. Jim and you look at him.

“Something wrong Dwight ?” Jim asks, trying to sound normal.

“Uhm, yeah… just some… clients problems don’t worry.”

“Alright.”

You both turn back to your computers, making it believe you were working. But you don’t have time to do anything before Dwight starts coughing and go to the bathroom.

You turn to Jim, smiling.

“So, either he is really sick because of my cookies, or… it’s just psychosomatic.”

“Man… he must be stressed… he never had problems with a client.” Jim responds to sound normal, fighting a smile of his own. “He left his computer on…”

You both go and read the e-mail he received, as if you didn’t write it yourself. Just as Dwight comes back and find you two with worry in your eyes.

“You’re alright Dwight ? We read the mail… don’t you wanna go to the police ? I mean it’s the KBG.”

“I can’t ! It’ll prove that I'm guilty of something !” he whispers, trying to look normal to the others.

“You’re the one persecuted Dwight !”

“Yeah, why would they even want you dead ?” Jim asks.

“I know too much about something… they must have poisoned me… they’re after me !”

“Let’s stay calm okay ? How would they have poisoned you ? You make everything yourself !”

“Don’t worry about it, I already took an antidote, I’ll be fine.”

At that, you and Jim lose your smile for real.

“What did you take Dwight ?”

“Nothing, just some pills.”

“I had some prepared in my desk for all kind of poison… anthrax, arsenic, cyanure, x-rays… but what I didn’t know was which one did they use on me… so I took them all.”

“Okay, how about he go the hospital right now ?” Jim says, already taking his coat and helping Dwight on his feet.

“No, I'm fine Jim !”

“No, we should go in case the poisons start to act dangerously on you. It’s better this way.” you add, taking your stuff with you. “Go in the car with Dwight I'll join you.”

And that’s how you found yourself in the PTMC ER, waiting for some doctors to take care of Dwight, who was on a bed, already hooked up on some machines. A nurse had made taken some blood to make some tests, and you were waiting for the results.

Then, a man came in, grey hair, a sharp jaw, his biceps creating tensions on his scrubs. He was serious.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Abbot and I’m here for you today. What brings you in ?”

Both you and Jim didn’t know how to answer that question, but Dwight was here.

“The KGB is trying to kill me with poison.”

Dr. Abbot stopped working for a few seconds, trying to understand the situation.

“I’m sorry… what ?”

“I said, some KGB agents are trying to kill me, is it so hard to understand ? Are you a real doctor at least ?”

“Dwight !” you shush him, glaring at him. “I’m sorry about him, he’s a little… how say… out of his mind ?”

“So… not drugged ?”

“Oh, he might be though… He took some antidotes… but we don’t know which ones… and how many.” you say to the doctor, who looks more and more like your type of man.

Dr. Abbot looks down on his chart and nods.

“Yeah, you’re blood test indicates a lots of different things that aren’t so good for your body. So we’re going to do a gastric lavage, to eliminate all the toxins. You should be better in an hour or two.” He starts typing his orders on the computer, talking at the same time to a nurse for equipment.

“Doctor Whitaker is your doctor now, so he’ll do the procedure. I need to talk to someone though.” he says, pointing between Jim and you. You stand up and follow the man.

He takes of his gloves and washes his hands with some hydroalcoholic gel, before turning back to you.

“Do you know what happened ? Your friend here has lots of different drugs and acids in his system.”

“Yeah… hum that might be our fault.” At that, he takes a grave face. “Not that we drugged him, we did nothing, he caused that to himself.”

“Meaning ?”

“We made him believe that KGB was after him and that he had been poisoned, which he didn't. Then he took the matter in his own hands and swallowed at least a dozen of different homemade antidotes.”

“And why did you made him believe that ?”

“ Do you know how boring it is to work in a paper company ? Those pranks are the only things keeping me sane. It wasn’t supposed to go that way, believe me.”

At that he laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I believe you, don’t worry. I read his chart. That man is something.”

“Thanks doctor. I’m sorry for all of that… I'm sure there are more critical patients there waiting for you.”

“Don’t mind it… it’s always fun to have some weird cases. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon with this man.”

“Oh believe me… you haven’t seen the rest of my colleagues.”

And you both were right… because only 2 weeks later, you meet again after Dwight set the office on fire to ‘make a point’. Yep… you always tried to stay away from the office, but in those times, where Dr. Abbot was auscultating you, you were glad you had them.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚!𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 !

taglist: @vastscoutweapon

[pastabox]

Just had the craziest idea... how about a jack abbot x the office!reader... where she has some great capacities with pranks and she's just unstable... like literally everyone in this office.

[pastabox]

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 ? || 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭

Dr. Jack Abbot x attending!younger!female!reader (2nd person)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠… 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚; 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛; 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

Knitting ? Yeah duh !

It was one of those days, paisible, calm, nothing to worry about… a day off the Pitt. Luckily, both you and Jack were off, so that meant cuddling in bed too late, eating real meals and not some pre heated ones, and lazily staying on the couch, watching TV and making out.

Jack was watching some show about… you don’t even know to be honest, focusing on the task at hands. It was hard to find a hobby when working at the ER and saving life, but when you had the time and the energy, you always try to relax by doing something handy.

So yeah, while your hot boyfriend was watching TV, half-way lay on the couch, an old shirt clinging to him, his prosthetic off, you were knitting.

Said like this, it sounds like a grandma activity, sure, but in reality, it was way more hard and tedious than it looked. You learnt from a very young age and kept that a secret weapon, always giving free knitted stuff in the ER’s Secret Santa (everyone think it’s Lupe’s work, but no, it’s you) and you still do some.

When Jack found out, he was surprised. What do you mean a 30 year’s old woman who’s a literal genius in some topics, knit for fun ? And don’t worry about it, he teased you about it… a lot of time… and he stopped when you threatened to spike a knitting needle in his leg (you never specified which one but still…).

“You doing okay here sweatheart ?” He asks after hearing you blow from frustration for the fifth time in four minutes.

“Yeah… just that yarn that is keeping me on the brinks… But I'm just fi- FUCK !” You throw down your work, closing your eyes from anger.

“I get that my scarf isn’t going to be finish soon right ?” he asks, already moving over to your side of the couch to hug you.

“You’ll have it for next winter… don’t worry.” You say, cuddling on his side and leaving the project for the day.

“Which one ? 2026 or 2027 ?”

“Very funny.”

“I think grandmas are faster than you.”

“Oh, you mean people your age ? Yeah they must have more experience… and time with retirement and everything.”

“I hope for you, you just didn’t imply that I'm old.” he whispers in your ear, almost bitting it.

“Oh no no… I didn’t imply… I literally said it… maybe you need hearing aids grandpa-”

He tackles you down the couch and starts tickling you, leaving you laughing and catching for breath.

“Be careful of that hip !”

“Oh you’re trouble !”

It's bedtimeeee

Tonight was Jack’s first sleepover at your apartment… and to say you were nervous was a euphemism. Sure it’s not the first time that you sleep in the same bed or anything, but every time it occurred, it was at his place, in his enormous bed, with the expensive sheets and a memory foam mattress that hugs your back perfectly in all kinds of positions…

But tonight, he was going here, in your little sanctuary. The place where you feel safe, where you have a routine… and it’s going to be over with Jack there.

He came in early, brought wine and take out. You ate by the couch, watching a boring movie just to have the excuse of making out during most of it… or that was the plan, because by nine, you were already yawning your jaw off, eyes almost closing.

“You’re tired ?” He asks in a small voice, trying not to wake you too much.

“Yeah… normally I'm already in bed by now.”

“What ? It’s not even half past nine babe ?”

“I know… but by now I would be in bed, reading a few chapters while drinking my herbal tea, already showered and ready for the night.”

“… So you’re asleep by ten ?”

“Most of the time yeah.”

“You should’ve said so, my little grandma… let’s go to bed then.”

“But you didn’t want to spend the night just to go to sleep by nine Jack, I can go sleep later, I promise I’m fine.”

“Yeah, and you said that sentence yawning five times, let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, you were in bed, cuddle to his side, already off.

“We’ll have sex tomorrow morning don’t worry… I'm an early riser.”

“I plan on that babe.”

It's just for the fine print ! I swear !

Jack has glasses. Nobody at work knows because they are already on his back for his grey hairs and back pain. So he keeps them at home, just to read stuff, most of the time he just forgot he needs them anyway. They were the kind for the ‘old’ person with big progressive lenses.

So to see you wearing them at home in the morning while he was asleep wasn’t on his bingo card (yeah, you taught him that expression). You were wearing just one of his shirt, reading the papers by the kitchen island, his glasses on top of your nose.

“Need help seeing something ?” he startles you, finally speaking after observing you squint at the words and putting the newspaper away from you.

“Shit !” you throw the papers away, putting a hand over your heart. “Are you trying to kill me ? Almost had a heart attack.”

“Sorry.” he comes closer and hug you, pushing some of your hair away from your face. “What’s up with my glasses ?”

“Don’t laugh ! They write with tiny letters !”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You so are ! You have that smirk here !”

“Yeah ? See it better with the glasses on ?”

“Oh fuck you ! Yeah, I see all your wrinkles too.”

“It’s going to happen to you quickly then… hope you put on some anti-aging cream on !”

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 !

[pastabox]

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐩!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 '𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲' 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

Buttercup!younger!reader is a shy yet sunny person, who lights up every room she’s in because of her calm aura. Whenever she’s there, you can feel everyone just sooth down and destress, screams turning into normal talks, and heart beats going from 130 BPM to 90 BPM in seconds.

Buttercup is the care giver of her grandmother who basically raised her when her mother died. She’s the one who taught her how to be herself in every situations, how to treat people with kindness and always care for the other.

She also taught her how to sew, knit, crochet, cook and bake, basically every activities grandmothers did and still do at retirement. She’s the one who gave buttercup her own liking for romance books and slow afternoon walks at the park. But most importantly, her love for flowers and gardening.

If buttercup is the way she actually is, it’s because of her. So when the granny’s health starts to go south and leads her to a bad fall on the stairs, buttercup only has one option left : go to the ER at PTMC and slowly fall in love with the attending physician, Dr Robby.

But it seems that the man can, not only charm his way to the grand daughter, but also to granny.

Can also be called : sweet, angel, sunny, sunshine, dear and buttercup.

Coming soon !

[pastabox]

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

attending!younger!female!reader : she is young but not an idiot. knows what to do, and how to do it correctly. still, she flirts and makes dirty comments. oh, and she loves references. she is also an attending (so same post as Robby and Abbot, but she just is second under them, rotating between day and night shift so two attending are there) but yet, she's still younger and wittier, and won the contest in the who love's more Jack Abbot contest.

camaraderie, I mean come right on me: 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙍 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩. 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

age gaps don't exist... right ? : 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 !

who's the real oldie in this relationship ? : 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠… 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩

the office!younger!female!reader: she is young and ready for it all... she loves her work, except when she has to work, and will do anything in order to do something else. most of the time, she loves pranking Dwight with Jim's help, and sometimes, she'll do it alone. But she's there for her colleagues, and that's the most important.

it's the KGB !!!!: 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙬𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩… 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝘿𝙧 𝘼𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙩… 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨.

barbecue time !!: 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡… 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤.

even my phone, misses your call: 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙝.

[pastabox]

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ? || 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭

Dr. Jack Abbot x attending!younger!female!reader (2nd person)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚… 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 !

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚; 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛; 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

The 4th of July cyber attack

Of course it has to be during one of the busiest shift ever that PTMC get cyber attacked, and of course, it was during your shift that it happened. Chaos was already anchored in the ER, nurses running around to get the patients what they needed, along with doctors who walked from bed to bed to get more beds available and take down as much as they could on chairs.

But just as you were thinking that maybe, the day would start to be calmer, the director comes down and announces that the entire hospital needs to go analogue because of cyber attacks menace. Just what you all needed.

“So that’s means no patients charts, no direct orders and more delay in chairs and exams, right ?” you ask, the weight of being an attending during those times really making you rethink your future.

“Basically yes,” answered Al Hashimi, the attending who took the decision by herself, without exchanging it with you nor Robby.

“And how are we supposed to hold down the ship from totally sinking ? Because it was already sinking way before that.”

“We adjust. We need to come down with solutions and go back to the paper world. It’s easy, don’t worry.”

“I don’t care if it’s easy or not, I’m just talking about efficiency. Labs, CT, radiologies, how are we going to keep up if even the phone lines are cut between the services ?”

“By starting soon and staying organized, doctor.” Her tone put the end on your discussion, clearly showing that she was superior to you, even if you had the same tittle.

That’s what you hated the most. Just because you were younger than most of the attending here didn't mean you were less competent. Robby and Jack absolutely got that part, making sure that you were included in all the important decisions making when you were sharing shift before doing them. But apparently, the memo didn’t make it to her.

You bite your tongue to avoid any comeback and just take a step back, standing next to Jack who was there to help. He made sure you were good before putting his attention back to the task at hand, explaining to the other doctors and new med students how to fill up the charts.

“It was how I proceed during my residency, shouldn’t be hard for you to understand.” He says, taking himself a board.

“Yeah, it was when you co signed the Declaration of Independence with Jefferson 250 years ago right ?” You chip back, taking one of your pen to fill in one of the chart for your patient.

“Yeah, I needed a candlelight and a feather for that.” He pushed back, standing right in front of you after the others started to go see their patients.

“Do you know how to fill these ?” He whispers, ready to give you a lesson if you needed, without any judgment.

“I know I'm young but believe me, I know how to fill these, don’t worry.”

“Yeah… Great.”

The wrong expression

It was a slow night shift, and for once, you were relieved. No need to rush, no complaints, the time to fill your charts just right… everything was perfect.

The most perfect thing though was that you weren’t in charge of the crazier patients here, a man who came here after he discovered that he was cheated on by some dude from work; so of course, he decided to take revenge by breaking the car of the other man, and being arrested by the police because the idiot punched the windows with his bare hands.

The man was furious, screaming in pain and slut-shaming every woman he came across, so Jack decided to step in and take care of him, just to leave you in a safer environment.

“God, why are man stupid ?” You ask him when he comes back, sitting next to you on central.

“I don’t know, but he is serious. I kinda understand him, but still… breaking a car and his hand because he was cheated on ? That’s fucked up.”

“Yep, but you know the expression, ‘tit for tit’.” You keep tapping on the keyboard, trying to finish your chartings as fast as you could.

Jack furrows his brows, turning to you. “You mean ‘tit for tat’ right ?”

“Yeah, duh, I know the real expression. It’s a reference silly. I’m young but I know my English”

“But… it’s a reference from where ?”

“Seriously ? You’ve never heard of ‘tit for tit’ ?”

“No.” He answers, really trying to understand you.

“The Office ! The sitcom ?” At his bedazzled expression, you widen your eyes. “Dwight Schrute ? Michael Scott ?”

“Am I supposed to know who these people are ?”

“Yes ! They’re icons. Jack it’s not that old, the show ended like 10 years ago.”

“And it’s good ?”

“Of course it’s good ! You’ve never watch it ? That was like fire when it came out.”

“How old were you when you were watching that ?”

“I started watching it when I was like, 15 years old I think ?” He started to do the maths in his head, slowly coming to the realization.

“When you were 15 years old, I was 35 years old.”

“Fucking shit… tonight we’re watching it.”

The texting era

There was a time where the only way to keep your relationship with Jack was to text whenever you two had time. He quickly started to learn that you preferred texting over calling when you never answered when he called, but if he texted you a minute after, you’ll answer (he never understood why and still doesn't know why).

So yeah, he also learned that you loved gifs and sending pictures to answer him, or just sometimes, letters for acronyms he never got.

Most of the times, if you wrote FYI, or DGAF, he had to type the classics ‘???’ just so you would wrote it normally. You gave him lessons on text (basically because his were always long as shit, and ending with his initial or something like that, just to prove that he was the one writing) and he slowly got better.

And you’ll always remember the day he found out about emojis. It’ll always be one of the greatest laughs you’ve ever and will ever had. He was at your apartment, and the two of you were cuddled on the couch, your back against his side as his arm was wrapped around your shoulders.

You were texting your best friend who was bragging about clients at her restaurant and how people were stupid. He didn't mean to snoop, really. But then, he saw colors on the white screen. Small yellow dots, each one different.

“What’s that ?” He mumbles, catching your attention.

“What ?”

“Those yellow dots, what are those ?” He scrunched up his face, trying to see more clearly (yes, he needed glasses but wasn’t ready to put on a pair, knowing it would make him old).

“Emojis ?”

“That’s their name ?”

“Yeah, it’s small emoticons to punctuate your text. You have crying ones, laughing ones… all emotions.”

“Can I make emochis too ?”

“Emojis, and yes you can.” He takes his phone and goes to his texting app. “Just click here on your keyboard.” As you do, the whole screen came full of colors, making him back away a little.

“Shit ! What did you do ? Why are there so many ?”

“Jack it’s-”

“How do you make them disappear ! It’s too complicated ! Get them off.”

You laugh so hard you nearly fall off the couch, quickly putting away his phone.

“Never again, just plain text for now.”

“Okay, I won’t hold it against you.”

Now imagine his reaction when you send a vocal message for the time… God, nearly had a heart attack.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜!𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 !