thinking about jack who catches you staring at yourself in the mirror, hunched over like a gremlin with a frown and a pout on your face.
ah, he thinks, i know this dance
"honey?" he walks over to you, circling his arms around your stomach. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?"
your frown deepens as you lean on him. "you've made me fat."
he chuckles. "me?"
"they call it happy weight." you cover yourself with your arms, "the weight you gain when you're in a happy relationship."
"isn't that a good thing?"
"the happy thing? yes." you say. "the gaining weight part? not so much."
jack hums. "i think you look beautiful like this."
"pish posh."
he laughs. "seriously. i've gained weight, too. it's okay. like you said, it's happy weight."
"it's okay for you, you're a guy!" you argue, "you gain weight and nobody says anything. i gain weight and my familyâ no, society, has to comment about it every time."
ok maybe i don't know this dance. jack takes his words back.
you sigh and pause before saying. "i'm skipping dinner."
"what? honey, you can't not eat dinner, you havenât eaten all day-"
"i'm going on a diet!" you shout as you walk away.
"honey, come on," jack follows you, "you're beautiful. i mean it. i like seeing you so happy when you eat. i like taking care of you. i love you-and always will-no matter how you look."
he stands in front of you. "i don't want you starving yourself just because the world's beauty standards are ridiculous."
you look at him with a frown, but the warmth in your chest can't lie. "...fine."
yup, still got it. jack proudly thinks to himself while going to the kitchen to cook you something.
wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude
pope finding you curled up on the couch when he gets back, still in your work clothes, shoes still on. he doesnât say anything at first. just crouches down in front of you, unlaces your shoes and sets them by the door.
then heâs pulling you into his lap, your back to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. one hand tracing slow circles on your arm.
âbad day?â
you just nod and he holds you tighter. just him and the sound of the fan and the way he presses his lips to your temple like heâs trying to take some of it from you.
pope cody who didnât grow up with a lot of softness but is quietly, desperately learning how to give it to you </3
cw: suggestive content, mostly fluff, jack is a #wifeguy
wife!reader who is adored by night shift. when she visits, mateo literally greats her as âhey mamaâ
wife!reader who bakes sweet treats for jack to bring in when he works
wife!reader who jack talks about so much at work that one time you visit thereâs a patient currently being discharged who greets you by name. youâre obviously very taken aback by this but the older woman noticed your shock and throws out âyour husband was my doctor! he would not stop talking about you. heâs great.â because of course jack gushes about you to his patients. with pictures.
wife!reader who had to sit and listen to jack conceptualize his pre-night shift chant. âis making them say we are the weirdest and the wildest of them all with me too much?â âwill they think a hoo-ah at the end is dumb?â
wife!reader who is not afraid to put anyone in their place especially robby come sabbatical time
wife!reader who slowly begins to institute self care habits into jackâs routine.
wife!reader who recognizes the signs of jack struggling even before he does
wife!reader who makes jack incredibly flustered by simply flirting with him as if you both arenât already married and very in love
wife!reader who complains if jack doesnât sleep shirtless
wife!reader who knows that jack is a restless man and while not a fan of his work with swat, learns the basics of medicine so she can patch him up at home where heâs most comfortable
husband!jack who comes home after a long shift and lays his head on your chest so you can run your hands through his curls
husband!jack always needs to be touching you in some way. if youâre sitting on the couch together, his hand is resting on your thigh. when youâre out, his hand is always around your waist or interlocked with yours. orrrrr his favorite place to have his hands are your hips or your ass.
husband!jack who spends one of his entire days off building a garden set-up in your backyard because you casually mentioned wanting to begin gardening.
husband!jack who knows how difficult his work schedule can be (and the toll it takes) but makes a 100% effort to plan date âmorningsâ
husband!jack who comes up behind you while youâre cooking in the kitchen and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck
husband!jack who never lets your kitchen table not have flowers on it
husband!jack who comes home after his shift and starts your morning coffee for you before crawling in bed with you
husband!jack who has the softest tone when he speaks with you
jack abbot and young nurse reader and he always notices other men staring at her when theyâre out but sheâs completely unaware and he gets possessive;))))
i kind of tweaked it a bit for more dialogue! i hope you enjoy!! xoxo
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the first time jack had realized how oblivious she was, they were standing in line at their favorite coffee shop.
it was a saturday morning, on one of the very few weekends that they both had off. she'd insisted on walking there because they needed to get their steps in.
he argued they could make up for it by doing extracurriculars in bed but she just barked at him.
she was tucked into one of his old navy sweatshirts, her fingers wrapped around his large hand as she blabbed about a patient from the week before.
"...and then javadi dropped the entire box of gloves," she said, laughing softly. "she blamed the floor!"
jack smiled to himself as she howled at the memory.
the line moved forward and she stepped up to the counter first, offering the barista her usual warm smile.
"hi, happy saturday!â she chirped.
"morning," the young man replied, his smile lingering longer than necessary. "what can I get for you?"
she ordered her usual iced vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin and jack ordered a new favorite, thanks to her. an extra hot chai latte.
"so..." the barista said as he punched the order into the register, "you headed anywhere fun today?"
she blinked. "oh. um... no. weâre just spending the day together.â she smiled politely.
the barista laughed. âyou've got the whole weekend off?"
she nodded excitedly, "finally!"
jack stood beside her without saying a word. he was wtching as the questions kept coming.
biting the inside of his cheek, he couldnât believe the balls this guy had. doing this right in front of him.
what hospital did she work at?
did she come here often?
and of course, as the nice and polite girl that she wasâ she answered every one question he had. never once realizing why he kept asking.
but jack noticed⊠he noticed the way the guy leaned a little farther over the counter.
the extra smile, the unnecessary conversation with the long line behind them.
the damn look. he'd seen that look before, far too many times.
when they finally collected their drinks and stepped back onto the sidewalk, she immediately broke off a piece of her muffin and held it toward his lips.
"here." she hummed absentmindedly.
jack accepted it automatically, wrapping his lips around her fingers as he took the muffin into his mouth.
"mm, you know he was flirting with you."
she frowned up at him.
"who?â she gawked, still stunned at the feeling of his lips on her fingers.
âthe barista."
her brows pinched together, âhe was?"
jack looked down at her.
he scoffed, because he knew she wasn't teasing him, she wasn't pretending. she genuinely had no idea.
"i thought he was just friendly."
jack let out a quiet breath through his nose. "he wasn't just friendly."
"oh."
she looked back through the coffee shop window as if trying to replay the interaction.
"i didn't even notice."
"i know baby."
she glanced up at him.
"wait, you noticed?"
"i always do.â
it became impossible to ignore it after that.
not because she encouraged it. she never did!
if anything, she was almost painfully unaware. what was wrong with being nice? she smiled at everyone, held doors open and remembered names.
she even asked people how their day was.
it was simply who she was.
unfortunately, kindness was often mistaken for interest and jack knew that.
but in her inexperienced age, she didn't.
â
one evening, they attended a hospital fundraiser.
she'd spent nearly an hour deciding she didn't have anything nice enough to wear before finally settling on a simple pale blue dress that reached just below her knees.
it was nothing extravagant, just elegantâ just like she was and jack had nearly forgotten how to breathe when she'd walked out of the bedroom.
now, an hour and a half into the event, she was chatting with one of the donors while balancing a glass of sparkling water in her hand.
she wasnât much of a drinker.
jack watched from across the room as their conversation should have lasted thirty seconds.
it had been almost five minutes.
the man kept smiling, leaning in and somehow finding new questions to ask her about her riveting job.
she answered each one, completely unaware that he was inventing reasons to keep her standing there, to admire the glittering necklace that was displaced atop her collarbone.
robby appeared beside jack with a glass of wine, following his line of sight.
"oh, don't." he chuckled, bumping his shoulder into his.
jack didn't look away. "don't what?"
"whatever's going on in that head of yours.â
"nothing's going on." he scoffed.
robby snorted at that.
"you've been glaring at the guy for the last three minutes."
"iâm not glaring."
"you are, man." he laughed.
jack sighed. "i don't like the way he's looking at her."
robby looked between them before humming.
"you know, the funny thing is..."
jack finally looked at him.
"...she has absolutely no clue, doesn't she?"
"no." he grumbled.
"mhm, i thought so."
they watched as she laughed at something the donor said. not because he was charming, but because she laughed with everyone.
jack knew the difference but the donor clearly didn't.
before he'd even made the decision, jack was already moving across the room.
she noticed him out from the corner of her eyes and her face brightened in an instant.
there it was.
that beautiful smile, the one that was only ever his.
"there you are!â she said warmly as jack's entire expression softened.
he slipped his freckled arm swiftly around her waist, his hand settling against the small of her back.
the donor's smile faltered ever so slightly while jack offered him a polite nod.
"everything alright here?"
the man cleared his throat. "of course.â he said before he excused himself.
she watched him leave before looking back at jack.
"ugh, you rescued me." she sighed in relief, taking a sip from her glass.
"did i?" he cocked a brow.
"i didn't know how to end that conversation." she admitted.
jack blinked, "well, i thought you were enjoying it."
she laughed. âi was just trying to be polite."
he crossed his arms, smiling down at her, âyou didn't know he was flirting with you?"
that made her stare at him.
"he was flirting with me?"
jack couldn't help smiling, a small disbelieving shake of his head as he watched her roll her eyes.
"sweetheart..."
her cheeks flushed pink. "jack, i genuinely thought he just liked to hear the sound of his own voice."
"i know. of course you thought that."
she studied his face for a long moment before a tiny smile appeared.
"so..."
jack already knew that look.
"what?"he said wearily.
"wâ were you jealous?"
he opened his mouth to deny it. then stopped because lying to her had never come easily to him.
"...maybe." he said as he watched her smile grow.
she then reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his before resting her head lightly against his shoulder.
"you know," she murmured, "i never notice any of them."
jack looked down at her as a she continued quietly.
"iâm only just looking for you."
and for the first time that evening, the tension left his shoulders.
he lifted her small joined hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against her ring clad knuckle.
Alsoooo how the actual fuck did we as a fandom miss a BILLBOARD of Shawn Hatosy taking his shirt off⊠I need someone to find that shit or bug Quinn to give it here..
Jack would never be the kind of boyfriend who waits outside of the store on some bench, collectively staring at his phone with a bunch of other bored guys who are waiting for their girlfriends to finish up shopping.
He's carrying your bags and purse for you so you'll have two free hands while browsing. And he actually looks out for clothes you'd like too, he's not even carrying his phone with him. He just needs his card and one of your scrunchies on his wrist because he knows you're likely to sweat inside of the changing room later.
He's silently collecting the clothes you're picking on his arm, occasionally dropping some of his choices on there too.
There's also a smol water bottle tucked into his back pocket which shouldn't even fit but somehow does and makes you stare at his ass way too often. He can't have his baby girl get thirsty and have no refreshment close.
He loves how you gasp when spotting a pretty summer dress or cute heels! You get so giddy and walk away from him fast, but he never loses sight of you, not once.
Jack's favorite thing to shop for is underwear or bikinis.
Because for that, you always need his opinion and he slips behind the curtain of the changing room, backing you up against the big mirror while dropping the bags and taking a reaaally good look at you.
"Jesus, baby...you're so fucking beautiful." while his hands roam over your waist, his thumb slipping just past your cute flimsy bottoms.
"Don't you think it's too short?" Aw, you're blushing. Jack is so fucking hard.
"Too short for what? Our private pool at the air bnb with no one except us there? No, baby, it's alright." He kisses your forehead, his hand caressing your underboob that peeks out from the bra top. "You'll gonna look fucking hot, I can barely contain myself now, do you know what you'll do to me once we're on vacation?"
And penguins lack large terrestrial predators, so their reaction to humans tends to be, âHELLO STRANGE GIANT PENGUINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU HAVE ANY FISH?â
There is an international treaty that says weâre supposed to stay 6m away from penguins, and itâs really difficult because no one told the penguins, and they all desperately want to wander up and say hi.
new dad!Jack Abbot doing skin to skin with your newborn baby <3
It's quiet in the hospital room. Jack's been sitting by the window for a long time now, watching the snow fall and looking over to check on your sleeping form ever so often.
The last 24 hours have been a lot on you. You're sleeping, getting well-needed rest, your little puffs of air the only sound in the room. This and the little coos coming from the bundle in Jack's arms.
Jack smiles down at yours and his baby, his heart hurting with overflowing unconditional love for the little worm resting easy against him. His hand is so large against baby's head, it baffles him how something so loved can be so small.
It's a good thing he runs warm in general because the little worm seems to be very comfortable like this, snuggled against his naked chest and soaking all that loving attention up like a sponge. Baby coos once more and Jack hums, his knuckles brushing over the soft peachy cheek that isn't resting over his heart.
"Let's give mommy some more rest, okay, sweety? Cuddling with daddy is nice, isn't it? No need to make a fuzz, hm?"
Baby blinks at him, thinking about it for minute before seemingly agreeing and snuggling back into the warmth Jack provides.
God, his heart is so full.
His beautiful strong supergirl is finally sleeping and her and his baby is with him, all cozy.
Jack leans back and closes his eyes, letting the bliss wash over him. Baby's hair is whispy soft against his hand and your lips part peacefully in your sleep...
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