I hate when the world isn’t my oyster

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I hate when the world isn’t my oyster
sukuna x sweet gf!reader
when he’s had a long day and he snaps at you !
it’s late when sukuna returns, shards of moonlight peeking through the blinds of your shared home like pieces of glass. you’d been up late waiting for him, same as every night.
you lift your head up from your palm when you hear the sound of shoes scuffling, tired expression letting up into a soft smile at the sight of your boyfriend. you get up immediately to make your way over.
you don’t notice it: the tension in his features or the almost-scowl on his face, the aura of irritation he’s carrying like a weight. you’re blinded by affection.
“hi, kuna,” you smile sweetly, tiptoeing to wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into him. he tenses up under your touch and you coo sympathetically, rubbing his back. “long day?”
“um, yeah,” sukuna grunts, not moving to reciprocate the embrace. he shifts slightly, irritation radiating off him in waves. “could you let go? ‘m gonna go take a shower.”
he sounds annoyed, you realise, but he’s probably just exhausted. of course you’re gonna try your best to help, and cuddles always helped, at least for you. you could do that.
“nuh-uh,” you reply instantly, smiling as you cling to sukuna tighter. your face drops onto his shoulder, nuzzling as you inhale his heady scent. “you can shower later, let’s cuddle first. i miss you.”
“later.” his voice rises.
you pout childishly. “no, now, you’re tired and i can hug you and —“
“i said, later.” sukuna finally snaps, tone poisonous and voice tight like coiled wire. he crosses his arms, his way of pushing you off without actually doing it. “you just never fuckin’ know when to quit, do you?”
you freeze.
he doesn’t yell, never does, but this is worse somehow. harder to swallow because you can feel the pure anger in it.
you don’t trust your voice enough to respond. slowly dropping your hands off him, you take a quiet, shaky step back. sukuna grunts in approval, rubbing his temples. “i’ve had a long day. can’t deal with you right now.”
that pierces through your heart like a bullet. suddenly, all you’re filled with is hurt and guilt and the slightest twinge of anger. you fight to keep a straight face as your eyes sting.
can’t deal with you right now.
what the hell was that supposed to mean?
sukuna had never once made you feel like a burden, ever. you knew what he was like before you started dating, you’d heard everything about how he fucked people over.
but he always treated you like you were the most precious thing on earth, like you were something to be handled with gentleness. you almost believed it, stupid girl.
now you got it. you understood exactly what everyone had been telling you. he finally got sick of you, eventually realised that you were too annoying. too bright, too nice, too much for him.
but maybe he didn’t have to be such an asshole about it, you think as you bite down on your lip to hold back tears.
“okay,” you exhale, struggling to keep your voice even. “i’m sorry. i, um- i ran you a bath.”
the tense silence is deafening. you swallow, voice growing quieter. “i’ll just go to bed then.”
sukuna doesn’t respond, glaring at something on the floor. you quickly turn around and make your way to the bedroom, the dam quietly breaking as soon as the door’s closed and you're out of his view.
you settle into bed, tucking in with your hands wrapped tightly around your body like a shield. the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut makes you flinch.
the clink of the shower turning on follows right after; he didn’t even use the bath you set up for him.
you hate feeling this way. like you did something wrong and you don’t know what, like he did something wrong and you don’t want to admit it.
quiet sniffles escape you as you close your eyes, feeling the cold tears drip down the bridge of your nose, down your temples. you will yourself to sleep, despite knowing it won’t come.
it’s a long time before you feel a dip in the bed, sukuna’s weight climbing in next to you. you’re in that weird headspace between wakefulness and sleep, but immediately tense awake at the jostling.
it takes a moment before he says anything. almost like he’s hesitating. you hear his heavy breaths.
“hey, baby,” he finally murmurs from behind you, hand reaching out, hovering before he gently puts it on your waist. checking if it’s okay.
you turn rigid, and sukuna retracts his hand like he’s been burned, frowning slightly.
“you’re upset,” he mutters. not a question.
he’s unsurprised when you don’t reply, but he hopes you’ll give him a sliver of a chance anyway. “could you at least turn around?” he grunts. “look at me?”
silence.
he sighs, softer now. he grumbles something under his breath before speaking up again. “please?”
it takes a minute before you begrudgingly shift, rolling over so you’re facing him instead of the wall. you glare up at him, sitting on the covers and looking down at you.
sukuna looks you over.
he thinks he feels something in him crack at the sight of your dried tear tracks, puffy red eyes.
he made you, his sweet, angelic girl, cry. you were just trying to take care of him. only trying to make him feel better, and he snapped at you, and now he feels like the biggest loser on earth. all because of what? a fucking bad day?
idiot, he thinks to himself as he reaches out, both hands cupping your cheeks. he wipes your tears away firmly, so gentle despite it all.
you huff, trying to pull back, but sukuna doesn’t budge. his hands stay on your jaw, soft as his thumbs brush your cheeks.
“let go,” you muster angrily, but it’s a weak attempt.
“no.”
“sukuna, let me go. you’re such an —“
“asshole, i know,” he exhales roughly. his thumbs pause in their ministrations, pressing down on your skin softly. “bitch, jerk, fucking dick. i know. and i’m sorry.”
one hand moves to card gently through your hair, and he feels you grow more pliant under his touch. “i shouldn’t have snapped at you,” sukuna continues. “i had a bad fucking day, people saying the stupidest shit and pissing me off in every way possible. but that wasn’t… i shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
you swallow.
“no, you shouldn’t have,” you mumble, all your anger dissipating into something akin to hurt. you tilt your head down to look at your fiddling fingers. “i thought i did something wrong. or maybe you just finally realised you were sick of me, and you hated me.”
“no, baby —“ sukuna responds, almost desperate as he tilts your chin up to look back up at him. he presses a rough kiss to the side of your mouth, hating to see his bright girl looking so dim. “— fuck, no. you did nothing wrong, yeah? i was an absolute idiot, taking out my anger on you, when you were just trying to be nice.”
you bite your tongue. “you really are,” you say quietly, gaze locked on him. “an absolute idiot.”
“i am, baby,” sukuna agrees, brushing a curl back from your face. “you didn’t deserve that.”
he’s looking at you with not just guilt, but that quiet affection now, the one reserved just for you.
slowly, he bends down but doesn’t yet close the gap. he’s waiting for you to do it, or maybe to pull away if you want to. you give in.
you wrap your arms around his neck, using it as leverage to pull yourself up to meet his lips. he holds you up easily.
the kiss is soft, reverent, sorry, like sukuna’s never kissed before. his passion is still obvious, but it’s gentler now. moulding into something sweeter just for you.
it’s a while before you pull away, his warm breath fanning over your skin as he rests his forehead against yours.
his hands are warm where they’ve slipped under your top, drawing quiet patterns on your hip. you melt into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder with your fingers tangling in the hair at his nape.
“so,” he murmurs, and you feel the vibrations of his voice. “does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”
“maybe,” you mumble, lips twitching. “if you buy me a slice of that strawberry shortcake tomorrow, i’ll consider it.”
“how many ever you want, baby,” sukuna presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head. “i’ll get you the whole damn bakery.”
divider creds: @uzmacchiato
Pt. 1, pt. 2 (your here)
"Sorry to bother, Si, but can you grab me some Ibuprofen on your way home?" You asked, phone pressed to your ear as you toughed it though your typical pre-period(?) cramps.
A sigh came through the other end, "Sorry, love, it'll be late before I get home. I'll pick some up after I'm done here, though. There should be some Tylenol under the sink in the first aid kit," he said, his words unusually tense. You sat up on your elbows, brows furrowed.
"You, okay?"
"'Course, just these pricks at work getting on my last nerve," he grunted, making you chuckle.
"Well good luck, love you."
"Love you too."
Ghost hung up the phone and stuffed it away into his locker--right alongside his wedding ring. He let out a long sigh as he pressed his temple against the back of his hand, just trying to ease the guilt rearing up in the form of an ugly headache.
"Mate, you good?" Gaz asked, walking into the base's break room with Soap, still dressed in their gear from their most recent completed mission.
"I keep tellin' 'im to break it off sooner rather than later," Soap sighed dramatically.
Gaz's head snapped over. "You're still with her? We got all the information we needed from her three months ago."
"It's not that simple," Ghost grunted.
"You're the one who married her," Soap tacked on. "You made it complicated."
"Does she know yet?" Gaz asked before Ghost could snap at his Scottish friend. Ghost pushed himself off the break room wall, moving towards the observation room, where--thought a one-way mirror--he could see the woman at the table, your best friend, the bridesmaid at his and your wedding, and just sighed.
"No, she'll probably learn soon enough."
"Will she know you were involved?" Gax asked, hesitant to pry further into Ghost's less than ideal married life.
Ghost didn't answer.
sticky sweet, tangerine
andrew cody x fem!reader
summary: andrew cody has never been a man who smiles, not until you started waking him up by littering kisses onto every freckle on his face.
wc: 1.3k words
warnings: brief allusion to sex, just fluff basically
a/n: i was listening to olivia's new album and honeybee is so, so andrew coded. my baby just needed someone to love him. that's the fic. divider credits: @strangergraphics | soundtrack: honeybee by olivia rodrigo
For the first time in a very long time, Andrew Cody is dreaming.
The constant thrum in his head, the constant awareness that follows him even into unconsciousness, that thing that has spent years keeping him alive, all of it sits muted and distant for a few precious hours. Not gone entirely. It never really leaves him; it lives beneath his skin the same way his heartbeat does, a permanent thing, woven into him. But tonight it is quiet enough that he can ignore it.
And so he doesn’t dream often, no, but tonight he did.
Soft flashes of what transpired the night before, your face below him, looking up with reverence. Fingers threaded in hair as he pulsed gently inside you. The feeling of your soft fingers wiping his tears away as he finally stopped fighting the warmth rushing through him.
fake it til you make it
pairing: jack abbot x fem resident!reader
summary: sometimes labels stick annoyingly too long. sometimes someone comes along and sees beyond them.
word count: 3.9k
content: pitt crew, angst, hurt/comfort, maybe some medical inaccuracies idk sue me, age gap!!, shy! reader w plot, abbot pining after you lol
a/n: this is my first fanfic ever. i use to write some stuff yearsss ago but ive never written something long with plot before, so constructive criticism is highly encouraged please comment hehe! this is for all my fellow shy girls who were constantly undermined!!! tell me what u like and what u dont! and i really hope someone enjoys <3 thank you for reading. maybe i will write more parts.
there was a moment when you realized your shyness had become a permanent label, stamped onto you like a tattoo. maybe it was when everyone in elementary knew you as the girl who never talked. perhaps it was when the girls in high school stared at you in disbelief after you admitted you had a crush, as if the revelation itself was shocking. or maybe it was when you told your family you had gotten into medical school and their first response was “you know that means you’ll have to talk to patients all day, right?”.
it followed you everywhere like some annoying piece of gum under your shoe. even when you tried to scrape it off, you still felt the stickiness under your soles, making you very aware of the residue still left. it was impossible to ignore.
you couldn’t blame people for not knowing much about you. it was hard to not let your anxiety stand between you and everyone else. eventually, you stopped trying to correct peoples assumptions. once people decided you were someone quiet, they often decided you were fragile too. with that, came doubt around your abilities to succeed and it felt like you were expected to fail before you even begun.
it wasn’t til you reached medical school and started your residency that you realized you could be whoever you wanted. it was much easier to not let it become all you were with moving outside your hometown across the country. and it was incredibly easy in medicine when everyone was too busy trying to swim above the surface and make it through the next shift with every patient cared for.
no need to get into the personal matters and details when there’s a trauma incoming that is way more interesting than the stupid ice breaker conversations some residents tried to have with each other.
people judged you on your ability and skills to be a good doctor in the walls of the ER. with this, you were able to become someone new, like a mask you could put on comfortably. it was your way of trying to protect yourself and separate yourself completely from the real you who'd struggle ordering for herself at restaurants.
even if they were right, you hated that aspect of yourself. it felt like people infantilized you when they saw you were shy, and your height didn't help with their perception of you either. since when did shyness equate to being weak? it was easy to pretend to be something you weren't. they do say fake it til you make it, right ?
“hey, kid. good to see you” dana says as she scribbles something down on her ipad.
“you're the first of the night shift to be coming in.”
“that’s great, just put me anywhere you need me and i’ll get on it” you smile at her as you head to the locker room to put your stuff away.
you bump into santos and javadi at the lockers looking completely and utterly exhausted. you smile politely at them and wave.
"hey day shift, live to see another day ?" you tease. whitaker smiles at you and javadi laughs and lets out a huge sigh.
"define live? i'm just grateful i got to see some interesting psych cases today".
"that's always enough to keep us going right?" you smile to javadi in hopes of comforting her.
"that's true. are you going out with us tomorrow night?" whitaker asked as he grabbed his things from his locker. he also looked dishelved from the chaos of his shift.
"yes, absolutely. theres a bottle of tequila with my name on it somewhere" you laughed
"you and me both. god i need a drink" javadi exhaled with her back against the lockers.
"says the girl who just turned 21" you quipped at her, earning chuckles from the both of them.
you were never one to socialize with people like this growing up, let alone initiate conversations and sarcastic jokes. for the longest time, people tended to just leave you alone when they noticed you were shy. maybe it was because they mistook your quietness as disinterest, or because they found it easier to socialize with people like them.
most conversations seemed to end before they ever got the chance to break your walls and become anything more. that led to lots of people watching. all that observing came in handy when you began to pretend to be outgoing and be on the offense for once. everything else came naturally, ironically.
"isn't abbot returning ?" whitaker asked as he was waiting for javadi to finish wrapping up.
"oh yeah, he's been gone for a while. i heard he finally listened to his therapist and took some time off like robby did." javadi responded and rolled her eyes.
you cocked your eyebrow at the new name that came out of their mouths, not remembering the name "abbot" being mentioned since you'd been at Pittsburgh Medical Trauma Center for your 3rd year.
"abbot...?" you question to them.
"yeah the night shift attending. he use to run this place at night before al-hashimi took over nights for him. i'm pretty sure he comes back today".
you nodded as you put your stuff away, ears open for more details about the previous night shift attending.
"good luck with him. he's...interesting." javadi smiled
"who's interesting? huckleberry please hurry up i've been waiting too damn long for you" santos says, her voice filled with annoyance but her face covered in curiosity.
"abbot ?" you querey.
"ohhh."
santos drags the last syllable a little too long for you to let go of, a glimmer of mischief seeping through the surface.
"okay, what is that supposed to mean?"
"oh nothing. he's just ... interesting." santos smiles and tugs on whitaker to hurry up tying his shoes.
"okay if i need to know something about this abbot before i start my shift, please spill or forever hold your peace" you scoff playfully, suddenly finding the zipper on your bag interesting.
"she's just messing with you. he's great, there's nothing to worry about. just be your usual self." whitaker butted in before santos or javadi could respond.
you nod nervously, grateful for whitaker's response.
"wow, its a little weird to see you nervous. i've never seen you unprepared" santos teases.
"alright alright lets go now. i hope your shift goes well, you got this" whitaker glares at santos and pushes her along out of the locker section. javadi smiles and waves good bye with whatever energy she has left and walks out with them.
you laughed along with them, hoping it sounded convincing. you weren't sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. you felt the nervousness in your stomach begin to climb into your chest and settle across your face, the sticky residue of the stubborn gum under your shoe tugging again.
it annoyed you how quickly it happened and how easily it reminded you the confidence you wore at work wasn't as solid as you'd convince yourself over time. one comment from santos was all it took to remind you how the persona you spend months building was delicate.
you gather your bearings before you head out to the nurses station to look at the board and start your day. you say hi to the rest of the night crawlers like ellis who you always love working with and shen, who sometimes would grab you a dunkin coffee when they were having a good deal.
"well well well, looks like this cowboy finally found his way back home" dana smiles and takes her glasses off to get a good look at him.
abbot chuckles and rubs his hands on his face as he starts to take off his heavy bag.
"its good to see you again, partner."
abbot quickly hugs dana and looks around to familiarize himself with the room again. not that he could ever forget.
"everything running smoothly while i've been gone?" abbot grumbles, a small smirk peeking on the corner of his lips.
"slick as a whistle doc. welcome back. oh, you got a new resident that joined your crew while you were away. she's good, smart, quick on her feet. i think she's something to keep your eye on." dana remarks as she gestures towards your direction.
abbot peers over his shoulder to try to catch a glimpse of this new resident dana was praising to him. thats when his eyes landed on someone he was unfamiliar with. he noticed the way you were handling yourself with the patient in trauma 1 with robby, who still hadn't left yet. and sure, he should've been intrigued to see you in action. his attention lingered a little longer than he'd like. at first he blamed it was because of the praise he heard from dana, or because of the save he was watching you make within minutes of him returning.
neither explanation felt entirely honest. something about you charmed him and he couldn't help but stare a little longer than he'd like. if it wasnt for the scene that was unfolding in the trauma room, someone would've noticed how long his eyes were scanning over to you.
"mm... noted dana. thank you." abbot smiled and headed his way into the trauma room after he set his things down.
things had settled down and the patient had become stable. robby sighed as he checked the patients vital signs.
"heart rate is back to normal, and his pulse ox is 97. make sure to get some labs going and get him in line for a ct. bump him to the front if we have to. we don't know how long he was without oxygen." robby exhaled as he took off his gloves and gown.
abbot stood in the corner giving everyone space to come down from the adrenaline that was pumping through their body from trying to save the patient. he was also trying to make it way less obvious that he was evaluating and observing you -- the way you moved in the room, how you carried yourself, and how you came down from the high to bask in the success of saving another patient.
jack swears all this observing is necessary. it's important for an attending to know all his residents and the way they work in high pressure situations. he was evaluating a new residents skils. the fact his attention kept drifting back to the way your hair was tied up was another problem entirely.
"abbot, good to have you back in one piece man" robby smiled and patted him on the back.
"good to be back. i didn't leave you alone for too long, did i?" the older man teased as he slightly nudged his pal.
"no, its been nice having the roof to myself for once." he quips back with sarcasm disguised as affection.
dana pops in. "hey robby, jake is here looking for you."
robby nods but before he rushes to walk out, he makes sure to turn to you. "great save. starting off the shift strong. let me know when the results of his labs before i leave."
"sureee thing robby" you answer lively while inputting lab orders and charting the treatment.
robby rushes out and your left alone in the room, at least you think you are. you turn to find an older man walking to the patient and evaluating the course of treatment with his hands behind his back. you couldn't help but feel instantaneously nervous. this man exuded an energy that was easy to get drunk off if you weren't careful.
'ohh.. so this is abbot' you thought to yourself. he was broad, with his black scrubs conveniently accentuating his arms and his build. his curls had grey and black flickered throughout, with some lines near his eyes and neck that caught your attention.
you quickly felt old habits creeping back to the surface. you knew better than anyone first impressions mattered. with those come labels and the last thing you wanted was for your attending to mistake your nerves for incompetence. you've seen it here with how santos still calls javadi crash despite it being months since her fainting incident and her objections to the nickname.
"so... you're my new resident?" abbot turns to you for the first time, finally seeing all of you.
you felt his eyes on you, and it was as if everything you've worked hard to become faltered for the first time. his voice was gentler than you expected, but intimidating enough to to make you suddenly aware of how you were breathing.
you straightened your posture immediately.
"yup, i believe thats me. it's nice to meet you dr. abbot. i'm looking forward to working with you".
you couldnt make eye contact with him for longer than a second before looking at the ground.
abbot tried to restrict the smile he felt growing on his lips. hearing your voice for the first time, yet alone hearing your voice say his name, was very, but oddly, satisfying. but it confused him for a second to see you become shy all of a sudden. it was quite the contrast from what he'd seen outside the trauma doors not too long ago.
"hmm..i'm looking forward to it too."
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ever since abbot returned to the new resident on his crew he desperately tried his best to keep his eyes to himself, though his eyes and eyebrows always betrayed him whenever he was pathetically attempting to keep himself professional and poised. it was impossible to hide what was swirling in his head. you and abbot had worked closely on multiple traumas and patients as time slipped by, and had grown accustomed to one another rather quickly. sometimes it would lead to sarcastic comments, and sometimes it would be you two and the quiet tension that spoke for the both of you.
he'd never flirted with a resident of his own before. it gets tricky there and he'd never want to portray himself as some pervert older guy hitting on his own resident that he was supposed to teach. power dynamics and all that, right? but he felt like a teenager who had discovered something new and foreign that was so so bad, but felt so so good.
sooner or later (or rather quickly) he realized that he stood no chance against you. you somehow had left him unguarded with interest, which felt unfamiliar for a veteran like himself. and of course, this only interested him more.
abbot knew he was naturally flirty and charming to a fault. sure, it was fun to flirt every now and then and very harmless. he'd done it with a nurse or with mohan on the day shift, and even when dr al-hashimi had first joined the crew. it never lead anywhere and he guessed that whatever got him through the rough days one can experience here in the ER was much better than entertaining the ledge on the roof. at least that's what his therapist says.
"how have you liked pittsburgh ? you mentioned you're not from around here right?" abbot inquired as you guys returned to the nurse's station.
your eyes shot up from the ground, and widened a little. abbot asking questions about you didn't follow the usual routine of interactions with others in the ER. you were use to playing yourself off as the one who did the asking, and this didnt follow any of the usual preprepared scripts you had in your head.
"yea, i'm actually from california. i like pittsburgh though, its very gloomy. not sure if that makes sense though" you let out a breathy laugh, looking down instinctively.
abbot smiled at your response. "makes sense. the california sun isn't always what it's hyped up to be".
you smiled back at him, ending the conversation there. abbot, however, wasn't finished.
"you finish with all your charting?" he says softly to you as you typed away. it was now reaching the end of your shift.
"mhm." you quietly responded, trying to ignore that he was leaning over the counter in front of you.
you felt exhausted. today was one of those days where you had to socialize more than what your imaginary social battery could endure, on top of a regular hectic ER shift. and now, you have a ridiculously attractive attending who was evaluating your every move.
"are you going to team hangout thing tomorrow night? i noticed you have the night off"
you peeled your eyes off your screen to finally look up at the older man in front of you. you tried to ignore the fact that he knew your schedule already, despite it being his first day back from his long break.
"oh um.. maybe?" your pursed lips ended your sentence abruptly, and you eyes went back to charting.
jack found it extremely amusing how quiet you got around him. it was something he quickly noticed over the span of the shift. when it came to socializing with the other residents and nurses on the crew, you were outgoing, loud, and assertive. you showed no hesitation when it came to coming up with the course of treatments and advocating for them against the senior resident on the case if you thought they were wrong.
however, when you were around him, you were some quiet, reserved, soft spoked version of yourself. the quality of your work remained the same, but he felt the hesitation, the second guessing, and nervousness looming over you like a cloud.
it felt like two distinct people and he wasnt sure if it was because he was your attending or because you'd gotten close with everyone prior to his return. he didn't like that it made him battle with himself internally over the reason why. he liked even less that he found himself wanting to get to know both, either.
"i hope to see you there, it'd be nice to get to know my new resident that everyones praised while i was away" abbot says as he taps his fingers on the counter and gets pulled away to quickly check in on a trauma.
your fingers tremble on the keyboard as you pretend to type something on the computer. even though he had walked away already, his watchful eyes still felt like they were lingering and it was annoyingly intoxicating. no, you couldn't focus on charting when your handsome attending had been paying lots of attention to you all day and calling your name to work on every case he got. you tried to brush it off quickly as nothing more than the fact that you're new to him, but the nervousness he was able to evoke had embedded itself into your skin for everyone to see now.
sometimes it felt like the person you were at work wasn't entirely fake. maybe it was also a part of you that never got the chance to rise to the surface past your introverted personality. some days it felt like balancing on a tightrope, and right now you could feel the rope wobbling underneath your feet like you were back home again.
"alright lena, im done for the night. i need to get the hell out of here" you exhale as your tired legs get you up from the desk.
"no problem hun, get out of here and rest up. i'll see you on your next shift and please report back on how the team outing is" she smiles at you as she started to work on the nurses handoffs for the day shift.
"will do, and if you need anything you know you can call me in right?"
"of course, but enjoy your night off for once. day shift is coming in anyways" she pats your back quickly before returning back to her screen.
you walk out of the ER doors and squint to try to get your eyes use to the morning light. no matter how many shifts you've worked at night, you'd never get use to the sun being out when you clock out. that was the least of your struggles.
you make your way to the parking garage when you hear heavy footsteps following not too far behind you. instinctively, you turn around to see abbot walking behind you.
"did i scare you?" abbot jokes, teasing how you jumped when you saw the footsteps belonged to him.
"of course not dr. abbot, sorry" you replied, avoiding eye contact. seeing him outside the ER in the morning sun was incredibly disorientating.
"you can just call me abbot, if you'd like. you heading home?" he questions as he looks forward
"im trying to" you slightly joke. abbot smiles at your effort to socialize with him, but he knows quickly that you're exhausted and that this isnt you're usual state.
he finally catches up to you and you walk together for a bit. you weren't sure if you should say something, or let yourself enjoy the sound of his boots walking next to you.
"did you need something dr abbot?"
abbot pauses. "my truck."
"huh?" you responded completely confused, too exhausted to figure out what the hell he was referencing to.
"you're parked right next to my truck."
you look over to see your car and his truck parked next to each other. the heat of embarrassment rose onto your face and you close your eyes, utterly horrified that you assumed he needed something from you.
abbot notices again how quickly you became quiet. he pursed his lips and gestured his hand in front of him.
"ladies first."
confused at his gesture, you begin to walk ahead of him towards the drivers side of your car but before you can get too far ahead of him, abbot is already lifting your backpack strap off of your shoulder. you stand there confused and watch him as he walks towards the drivers side of the car. he stands there, waiting for you to unlock your car.
"i've got it."
"oh you dont have to dr. abbot"
"abbot. just abbot. or jack, if you'd like".
you pause. 'if you'd like'
you shuffle quickly to unlock your car and reach for the car door handle, but abbot beats your hand from grabbing it first and opens it for you.
"ladies first". he repeats again.
you pause for a second, making eye contact with him for the first time in the parking garage.
abbot cocks his head to the side slightly at your confusion, and gestures for you to get inside.
"what? a man never open the door for you?"
you stand there quietly. you can feel how close you guys are physically to one another like this between his car and yours as he holds open the door. this isn't the first time you guys have stood close to another, given that you've worked on traumas all day with him following his lead. but this was outside the ER, outside the walls were you're so use to holding up your walls with others. he has you this close, completely unguarded, on his first day back. that alone knocked the wind out of you.
he looks at you gently and again gestures for you to get in. you hesitantly give in and listen to him. not because you accept his chivalrous gesture, but because the small space between you guys felt too suffocating.
he closes the door and walks around to open the passenger door to put your stuff inside beside you. before he closes the door, he bends down a bit to make eye contact with you again in the drivers seat, still shocked and dazed by his actions.
"i'll see you tomorrow" he smiles and then shuts the door.
rabbots sweet girl gets hurt and ends up in the ED
for those of you familiar with my main blog ( @dvg-tvgs ), I want this to be like my foxy series. a series of connected blurbs. so feel free to send asks about rabbot and their girl
night shift pov
"uh, doctor abbot?"
jack looks away from lena, at doctor shen. he waits for shen to say something more.
"we've got a woman in central two who's got some gnarly bruises and she won't tell us where they're from."
that's all it takes to get jack abbot moving. he follows shen through the emergency department and into central two.
he's preparing himself for the usual. an abusive boyfriend someone doesn't want to come forward about. a rape victim that just needs him to be kind.
but it's neither of those.
its you. sitting on bed in Central two, smiling politely like you don't have a black eye.
jack sucks in a breath when he sees you. "jesus, baby," he whispers, striding towards you. "what the hell happened?"
your lips are sealed tight when you shake your head. "nope," you say, dodging his touch. "you're not supposed to be my doctor right now."
"tell me what happened," he said, trying to keep his voice gentle. doing a better job of it than robby would've. "as your boyfriend, not as your doctor."
you visibly deflate. "i cut some guy off at the bar," you tell him. "he waited for me to walk out at the end of my shift and attacked me."
"fuck." its the only thing he can say. "tell me you called the police."
you don't reply.
"baby." jack takes your face gently in his hands, like he does when he's gonna kiss you. but he doesn't, examining your face instead. "im calling robby."
"jack no!" you hold his wrist like it'll stop him from calling your emergency contact. "im fine, I swear!"
jacks face tightens. "you were assaulted!" he says as if you're not understanding it.
tears spring to your eyes. Jack releases a breath, dropping the tension from his body. he wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. he hold you for a moment, ignoring the doctors surrounding him.
"im still gonna call robby."
"he's gonna be pissed," you whisper.
pissed because your car is in the shop and robby was gonna pick you up but you didn’t call him. you put yourself in danger by not calling him.
shen checks out your eye while jack steps away to call robby. out in the ambulance bay, half sure this doesnt violate hipaa. robby is your emergency contact, after all.
its too early in the morning, but robby answers anyway. "whats up?" he asks and jack can picture him rubbing his eyes.
"can you come pick our girl up?"
there's a pause. one where robby is either trying to decipher what he's saying or where he's realising how late you are home and he's panicking. "fuck," robby hisses and jack can hear the way he's rushing around. "she ended up in the pitt?"
"she did."
the only thing stopping ribby from panicking is how level jacks voice is. he's not freaking out because there's no reason to. you're safe here, your injury isn't terrible. honestly, it could have been so much worse. but it isn't so jack is relieved.
"ill be there in ten," robby says. no goodbyes. he's in too much of a rush for that.
jack sits with you while you hold a cold compress to your face. "he's been barred," you tell him, as if you're trying to comfort him. "and they're gonna get cameras for the car park."
"thats good," jack says. "you gonna make a police report?"
you don't answer. a breath leaves his lips.
eventually, robby walks in. he looks at you and then at jack. you pull the compress away from your eye and robby sucks in a breath.
"its not that bad," you say, holding the compress in your lap. "is it?"
your boyfriends look at each other.
"no," robby says, shaking his head. "the bruising will fade. besides, you're staying home with me tomorrow."
you hop up from the bed. "Ive got work, robby," you mutter as you walk towards him.
"nope," he says immediately. "you're staying home with us."
"asshole," you whisper as you tuck yourself into his side.
jack taps your hip. telling you to behave without really saying anything at all. "c'mere," he says and leans down to kiss you. you kiss him back, a silent goodbye. quick and sweet because the hospital is watching the three of you.
robby doesn't kiss jack in the hospital. they get enough looks, enough questions having you close. but they share a look, one that will do until jack gets home and they can be in love.
"ill be home in a few hours," jack says as you walk out, eye still purple. but you've got robby by your side.
everything is gonna be okay.
In Sickness and in Health, I Still Hate You (part 1)
pairing: spencer x bau!reader
summary: after the two of you get sick on a case, prentiss forces you both into isolation at your apartment so you don't get anyone else sick
warnings/tags: sickness, puking, gagging (guys i promise its not thay explicit i just want to make sure you know what you're going to be reading), enemies to lovers, kind of one bed trope
a/n: hi guys, sorry i've been gone so long, i've been really busy with studying and i can never stay awake long enough to write anything so i've been inactive. i really appreciate all the love that's been shown on 'doting husbands and precious wives', thank you! i do have some other stuff coming, but in the meantime, enjoy! (p.s. i was going to post all the parts at the same time but it's taking me way too long to finish part two so i thought i'd just post part one now)
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"Emily, I'm begging you, I'm literally on my knees," you are, in fact, not on your knees, "please don't do this. I won't survive."
Spencer scoffs, about to retort when Prentiss cuts him off. "No, this is what's going to happen. Since Spencer is still a germaphobe, despite his claims that prison changed him, you're both going to stay at your apartment so we don't hear about all the alleged bacteria in his apartment for the next two months. I'll go to Spencer's and pick up roughly a week's worth of clo-"
"A WEEK?!" Spencer and you shout in unison.
Prentiss looks at you both with an expression that says 'are you done?' before continuing her sentence. "Yes, a week's worth of clothes, but that's the minimum since the two of you are pretty sick and might keep reinfecting eachother. That, and I want you to be completely healthy before you come back to work, there's no way I'm catching what you two have. I'll also get anything else you need, Spence." She says, actively creating distance as she speaks.
Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, regretting every decision he made, including joining the FBI, that led to this moment. Yeah, he hates you that much, and it's reciprocated.
Ever since you joined the team three years ago, Spencer has hated your guts. You didn't hate him to begin with. He only hated you because you were brought in to get him out of prison, then stayed, and you remind him of the worst time of his life, even though you saved him from that situation. It's irrational. He knows it, but he blames you because he doesn't want to blame himself for being so stupid, going off to Mexico without telling anyone. At least, if he told someone, things could've turned out differently. But they turned out this way, and the only way he doesn't spiral into self hatred is by hating you instead.
You, on the other hand, hate him because of the way he treats you. He acts like you don't exist most of the time, and when he can't do that, he simply disregards everything you say and does the complete opposite, even if you're right. Of course, sometimes what you say is the key to solving a case, and he can't do the opposite of that, so he just doesn't give you the credit at the end of it. It makes your blood boil, watching him treat everyone else like his family, and then you like the stray dog that keeps coming to his house for scraps he gave you one time.
And now, the two of you have to spend a week together in your tiny apartment, both sick, so you're going to be seeing eachother at your worst, and Prentiss expect you to come out of it as best friends. If anything, your relationship as mortal enemies will be set in stone.
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POV: what your camera roll looks like when you’re dating older!Jack Abbot, you love a good 0.5 photo but jack just doesn’t get it and is always going “Babe… I don’t know why you wanna see me from this angle. I look ridiculous.”
You’re cracking up, arm stretched out, already snapping the next ten: “Because it’s so fun, Jackie! And you look so handsome, oh my god.”
a/n my first time doing one of these, lowk very fun and might do more idk, lmk what yall think and please don’t let this flop 💔
i've got expectations!
pairing: jack abbot x sunshine nurse!reader
summary: on a rare friday night off jack begrudgingly joins his coworkers on a night out. he hates every second of it, that is until he sees you dancing and singing your heart out. he can't help but fall even more helplessly in love with you.
warnings: drinking, fluff, slightly suggestive, yearning!jack, jealousy (blink and you miss it), reader is a night shift nurse, jack's pov, reader wears a dress, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of y/n, not proofread
word count: 2k
authors note: my blog is generally 18+, mdni. short and sweet brainrot! i just really fucking love this song and want to scream it every second of the day. i wanted to finish this to give myself a break from my angsty secret baby draft 😭
song inspo: expectations - olivia rodrigo (duhhh)
divider credits: @/omi-resources for line dividers, @/saradika-graphics for disco divider
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Safety (3) | Sammy Bryant x Reader
Detective Sammy Bryant x F ! Witness Reader
Summary: After several weeks, Sammy and Nate finally had the man from the alley in custody, and they brought you in to identify the suspect in a lineup.
Words: 4215
Warning: Age gap relationship (mid-20s/mid-30s), murder investigation, gang-related crime, mentions of therapy, support group, panic attack
Authors Note: GAH finally and update on da sammy fic. Enjoy - Ryn
SAFTEY | MASTERLIST
❀ : HIGHER STANDARDS — jack abbot
summary — everyone has an ex that they’d rather forget about. yours is just more persistent than most. however, when he takes the initiative to show up at your place of work, demanding a second chance, it’s time for you to shut it down once and for all—and to show that you have standards now. (based on this request)
featured — dr. jack abbot / fem!nurse!reader, nurse lena handzo, dr. john shen, ahmad zidan
content — no spoilers for s1 or 2, fluff and angst, talk of drug abuse (not by reader or jack), past emotional abuse/manipulation, your ex is a possessive asshole, you and jack stand on business, dr. shen being iconic as per usual
(cross-posted on ao3) (the pitt masterlist)
The first call comes as you are walking into the PTMC that morning, your bag slung over your shoulder and one hand in the pocket of your jeans.
The frown comes with immediacy across your face as you realize you are unsure of who would be calling so early in the morning. You step to the side of the emergency room floor and brandish the vibrating mobile from your pocket. It is not a saved number in your phone, so you silence it without thinking twice about it. Spam calls these days have become so common that you average at least one a shift.
Crisis averted, you head to the nurse’s station and get changed into your scrubs. Even at three in the morning, the ER is already buzzing with life. You greet a few of the frequent fliers you pass on the way, an unshakable grin on your cheeks.
Please stop filling the ‘x reader’ tags (and smut/angst/fluff) with responses to your inbox
I’m searching for a fic, not your response to an ask.
it’s not x reader, it’s not a oneshot/blurb/chapter, so please don’t put it in the tag where people go to find fics.
I get that people may really love a fic of yours! and will send things in your inbox and you have every right to answer them and the praise is well deserved!
but I’m clicking on the tag to read fics, not to read the responses to your asks as if it’s an Instagram stories “ask me anything” question box…
I specifically avoid blogs where I see their inbox in tags more than I see their fics…
no hate to anyone! Please don’t take this as me hating on you or saying you should not respond to your inbox, you should! Just don’t do it in the ‘x reader’ (smut/fluff/angst) tag!
I acknowledge that this is hypocritical, as I’m using the tags im asking people not to use in posts that aren’t a fic - but I’m using them ONCE, to spread some awareness of me asking this, to the tags, some people may agree with me and agree it’s annoying and some may not.
Either way, this is ONE post, I won’t tag them again, so you can go back to browsing for things to read :)
Meet The Devil | Part 12
Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Eddie Munson has become an Urban Legend: the Devil of Hawkins. You are new to town, but can’t seem to believe the rumors about the man that lives in the trailer across the street. Based on the song of the same title by Molly Frances.
Contains: agoraphobic!Eddie, shy!reader, rumors of Eddie being a serial killer, depictions of anxiety, panic and fear, Mostly Eddie's POV, mentions of alchol use and a knife, vague mentions of the upside down, mention of pepper spray
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It took you a few days to start feeling better, but with each passing hour your guilt grew. You didn’t actually want Eddie out of your hair. You didn’t want him to feel like he was justified in his avoidance of you.
The first time you had left your house in almost 2 weeks was to leave a note on his doorstep. You knew he didn’t want to see you, and you wanted to respect his wishes, but you couldn’t go on thinking that he thought you agreed.
You did your best to write legibly. Your poor penmanship was something your father had made you feel embarrassed about, and you hated writing anything now. But this time it had to be done, and the embarrassment was worth it.
You snuck out your front door well after sundown. You knew the neighbors wouldn’t be out, and you could only assume that Eddie wouldn’t be coming outside either. You were quick to leave it on his doorstep, barely making a noise as you dropped it and ran back home.
Meet The Devil | Pt 11
Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 5.3k
Summary: Eddie Munson has become an Urban Legend: the Devil of Hawkins. You are new to town, but can’t seem to believe the rumors about the man that lives in the trailer across the street. Based on the song of the same title by Molly Frances.
Contains: agoraphobic!Eddie, shy!reader, rumors of Eddie being a serial killer, depictions of anxiety, panic and fear, fever, delirium, vomitting, use of medication, brief mentions of and allusions to overdosing
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Steve returned to your trailer with your purse and keys, and you could barely say a word to him.
He brought your car back the next day, with the help of Robin. You still barely acknowledged their presence.
Days blurred together, time lost all meaning, and you were stuck drifting in and out of consciousness on your couch while old movies and sitcoms played quietly in the background. You weren’t sure what trauma your brain was attempting to process: the fear of running for your life or the loss of one of the first people you had felt safe around since your childhood. One should have been obviously worse than the other, but the one two punch had knocked you off your feet and hindered your ability to think critically.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ BABY, BABY!
summary: jack abbot is a big fan of calling people pet names. it drives you nuts. pairing: jack abbot x resident!reader tags: afab reader, pet names [sweetheart, best girl], jack abbot being a cocky flirt, r has a huge crush on him word count: 0.9k notes: for all of those that were victims of workplace crushes <3
Doctors are not nice. Never have been, never will be. Even your professors in medical school had been made of stone, steel-faced and stubborn, refusing to let even a slight slipup happen without any consequence. It was excusable, the behavior of doctors, due to what they saw everyday and what they held in their hands. You have felt yourself becoming thicker-skinned as you’ve spent your years inside of the emergency department, an unmovable object in the unfair windstorm of life.
But Jack Abbot is not mean. He is not unfair or harsh. He is empathetic and gentle despite the consistent pressure always put on his shoulders. It’s jarring, compared to all of your other mentors. Dr. Robby, who will scold you until his face turns red beneath that beard and scruff, or the residents that have inherited their attitudes from him.
It’s only human nature, the fact that you find yourself so drawn to Abbot. Beneath the cool demeanor you keep, you’re just a being of nerves and flesh and blood and synapses, all willing to work on their own without your help. The drastic difference between how others treated those beneath them and Abbot was enough to get your stomach churning and heart racing, as much as you passed it off as a stupid workplace crush.
The worst part was that he couldn’t keep his nicknames to himself.