summary: in a tight-knit small town, your bakery sits just streets away from his. the businesses—and your personalities—constantly clash, fueling a rivalry the whole town can’t help but watch unfold. what starts as a competition begins to shift the more your lives overlap, until keeping things strictly business becomes harder to maintain.
warnings: fem!reader x jack abbot, implied sexual content, age gap, cursing, mental health & family conflict related themes.
a/n: i want this to feel like a mix of bluebell, alabama and stars hollow, connecticut. the kind of town where everybody knows everybody & gossip travels faster than the morning paper! keep that atmosphere in mind while reading :]
frank langdon x fem!reader, jack abbot x fem!reader
summary: based on this request from @biggityboppingboob, i just found out i got into my top psych doctoral program to be a clinical psychologist and id love a fic of jack abbott or frank langdon? (as freaky and nasty as you want) i’m so open to whatever way you want to take it, but id love for the character to be a psychologist that makes an appearance in the ED for whatever reason. (it feels like a reward😛😭) thank you!!!!
content/warnings: inaccurate medical details, inappropriate relationship, unspecified age gap, dirty talk, messy, messy relationships, fingering, oral (f receiving) unprotected sex, drinking, multiple partners but not at the same time, jack is messy, frank is an idiot no use of y/n NSFW + MDNI! 18+ ONLY!
wc: 4k
notes: sorry this was supposed to be written 2 weeks ago but life comes at you but I hope it does it justice it's super late now so I need to sleep. not proof read I apologise
You have a crush on Frank Langdon. You're not the only person in Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre to feel this way. He is really handsome. Probably one of the most handsome doctors in the whole hospital.
The only problem is you've been well and truly friendzoned. You never saw it as a problem...until you were watching the Penguins game in his cramped bachelor pad and you realised how blue is eyes were.
Fuck...
Langdon had always been kind to you. Despite his prickly exterior, he was a sweetheart. And maybe you'd have a crush on him since you were called down to the ED on your first week in PTMC...
"We need to call Psych down here!" Langdon says with a sigh.
He truly just wants to get this patient treated and streeted, but that isn't going to happen. He's going to have to wait around all day for a consult and Robby is probably gonna be on his ass. He's been on him ever since he came back a couple of months ago. Frank loves the Pitt, he loves working in the Emergency Room, he wants to specialise in Emergency Medicine. But recently, Robby's attitude had him browsing other options late at night.
He could go into a private hospital? Pick one of the many other EDs across the city. But God, he had worked so hard to be here and he's not ready to lose it.
He gives Al-Hashimi a rundown of his case. An agitated young man who appears to be experiencing an extreme bipolar episode. But he needs to wait on Psych. Al-Hashimi smiles at him, placing a soft hand on his bicep to reassure him before heading off across the ED.
Langdon spends the next three-quarters of an hour checking in with patients and charting. It is a surprisingly slow day. Slow enough, his head pops up when he hears the elevator open.
"Whose that?" he asks Dana as he watches you walk through the harsh lights of the Pitt.
"Think she's a new psych doctor," is all the charge nurse responds, examining the iPad in front of her.
She finally looks up at Langdon, "Close your mouth, you're catching flies, kid!"
She smiles to herself, knowing why he's gone all moon-eyed. Dana is always in Langdon's corner, that's her boy! And if he wants to get back on the horse now the ink on his divorce papers has dried, why not? She never much cared for Abby anyway!
"Dr Langdon?" you say with a huge smile.
You push your hand out and introduce yourself.
"From psych," you rush to add.
Langdon's hand grips yours, and you can feel your cheeks turn red. You've heard other women in your department gush about Frank Langdon, the prince of the ER, but you've never seen him before. And the gossip doesn't do him justice. His grip is just the right amount of firm.
"You're new," he says, still holding onto your hand.
"Oh yea! New intern, I've been here for a month. But this is the first time I've been called down here. I mean, it is my turn to do the call downs so..." you trail off. "You don't care!"
Langdon chuckles and finally lets go of your hand.
"Oh, I do, don't worry. Will I fill you in on our patient?" he suggests, walking you over to his room.
You blush, ducking your head. Thank God you chose one of your cuter blouses today. Unlike most of the other departments, psych usually wore their own clothes. You had to be professional, of course, but you hoped Langdon was impressed with your choice.
The patient consultation actually goes well. You're relieved, it's your first time in the Emergency Department and you didn't know how emergency this case would be.
"We're gonna get you moved up to a bed upstairs, Mr Hathaway," you promise, patting the man's arm for good measure.
He's certainly much calmer than Langdon had warned you of. So you don't think as you leave your hand on his arm before turning to look out the door. It's a rookie error because Mr Hathaway has grabbed your arm and is yelling profanities now.
Langdon had stepped out to chart. But as soon as he hears the yelling from the room he just left the pretty new psych doc in, he runs. He untangles you from the patient as Perlah and Ahmad come in. A quick sedative calms him down, but you're a bit shaken. And rightfully so.
"You good?" Langdon asks you.
"Um, uh, yea! Yea, sorry I...I looked away for a second. He seemed fine. But I just...It was my fault," you grumble, pressing the palm of your hand to your forehead.
"Hey, why don't I make you a tea to settle your nerves?" he suggests.
"I should head back upstairs," you argue.
Langdon gives you a boyish smile and shakes his head, "Doctor's orders. C'mon."
You smile then and let him lead you to the breakroom.
"Who's that?" Robby asks Dana, watching his former protege and a smaller woman walk through the ED.
"New psych doctor. Think there was an altercation with the patient," she responds with a sigh which makes Robby rub his hands over his face.
"Great. Well, he can write that up!" he grumbles as he walks away.
Langdon hands you a cup of tea as you settle in the breakroom. You really should get back upstairs, but you want to be around him for a bit longer! And who could blame you?
"So you from Pittsburgh?" he asks as he makes himself a coffee.
"Me? No!" you confess. "But PTMC is such a good hospital, I'm really happy this was my match. You're not from Pittsburgh, not with that accent."
Langdon ducks his head, a few strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes.
"No I'm-" he begins before the door flies open and Dana is alerting him to an incoming trauma.
He nods before looking back at you.
"Maybe we can continue this another time?" he suggests before rushing out.
You don't really thinking much of his suggestion. He was just being nice. So you're surprised when you meet Frank Langdon walking towards the nurses' station on the psych ward. He's changed out of his scrubs and fuck he looks even better now. How is that possible?
"Dr Langdon!" you say, jumping up from your station. "Is everything okay? Is something wrong in the ED?"
He shakes his head, "Um, no. I just clocked out. But I did mean what I said earlier about continuing our conversation. Do you wanna grab a drink after work?"
You can feel your cheeks turn pink but you nod immediately.
"Yes! Yes! Of course. I just need to finish this patient's chart, but give me like 10? I can meet you in the parking lot?" you suggest.
And since that night, Frank Langdon has been your best friend. And has no idea that you are desperate for more.
Well, maybe not as clueless as you think when he asks you to watch a Penguins game...again. It's your tradition at this point. He jokes that you're their good luck charm.
"Sure, I can bring that weird soda you like," you tell him as you walk towards the elevator after the consult.
"Oh, um, no. Actually, I have tickets," he tells you.
"To the game? To watch it in person?" you ask, cocking your head to the side. And he just nods. "Frank! That must have cost a fortune. Lemme send you money for-"
He cuts you off, "My treat. You're their good luck charm, after all."
That's how you find yourself fixing your hair in the mirror for the millionth time before you hear a knock at your door. Is he early? You check your phone. Nope, you've just spent way too much time stressing over your appearance.
It's not as if Frank Langdon hasn't seen you day after day stressed in work. But this is different. This is a date. Neither of you says it. But it is. He drives to the rink and the chatter is easy, light. But there's a tension in the air that wasn't there before. Something has shifted.
You're glad that you get to spend the evening focusing on the ice rather than on the man beside you. The Penguins are playing like shit.
"So much for me being a lucky charm," you tease him as the third period begins.
He just gives you an easy smirk and nudges your hip with his.
"Don't count yourself out," he tells you as he watches the puck drop.
And you watch as they hit goal after goal into the net until their neck and neck. You're gripping Langdon's arm as the clock is counting down, there are only seconds left and suddenly the puck is in the crease, suddenly there is a cheer from the crowd and you realise that they've just scored the winning goal.
You don't know how you've gone from watching Sidney Crosby skate around that ice to looking up at Frank Langdon's beautiful blue eyes. You certainly don't know how your lips are pressed against his. One hand is tangled in your hair, the other is pressed into your lower back. And you don't want to stop kissing him. But you have to, because you can't breathe.
The kiss has changed the way Langdon is looking at you. Any plans for going to a bar have gone out the window now. He's the dragging you back to his car, one thing in both of your minds. You've been unknowingly dancing around this inevitability for months. Once you get into the car, you can't help but pull him in for another kiss. This one is even better. (You're gonna be stuck in traffic anyway, you might as well enjoy yourself a bit.) His hands roam your body, as much as they can when you're still in semi-public.
It feels like eons before you are on the highway back to Langdon's apartment. You're a giggling mess as he presses you up against the wall in the elevator, his tongue greedily exploring your mouth. You can feel the bulge in his jeans as his thick body cages you in.
If you weren't certain about how you ended up kissing him in the stadium, you have no clue how you get into his apartment. But you're making out on his bed now. Your denim jacket discarded in the hallway, his Carhartt jacket long gone now. His hands snake up your jersey, splaying over your stomach as if he worried to touch anywhere else.
"We don't gotta do anything else," you whisper as you pull away to get some air. "I haven't made out in so long."
Langdon pauses for a second and shakes his head.
"Oh, baby, I really wanna do more," he growls, nipping at your collarbone. "I just...well I haven't since..."
Since his divorce.
"I haven't in a long time either," you promise as he pull his jersey off his head. Your hands trail over his chest and down his stomach. "But I really wanna with you."
He grins and takes that as all the permission he needs to pull your jeans off and kissing up your thighs.
"Fuck, I've been dreaming about this for so long," he groans against your still clothed pussy. "Way too long."
You just whimper under him. Fuck...he hasn't even touched you, not properly and you're already a mess. All the evidence of how turned on you are is on display as he pulls your panties down your legs.
"Fuck, baby, you're soaked," he growls before press a kiss to your mound. "Can I taste?"
Your brain has officially turned off and all you can do is nod your head. That's all Langdon needs before he lips trail down to your pussy. He peppers you with kisses, not quite touching the spots that you need, not quite getting the friction you crave. His eyes flick up to yours as you let out an annoyed little noise.
Finally, his tongue presses against your folds and you gasp out in pleasure. And Langdon is nothing if not diligent. He focuses on your clit, making obscene noises as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls an orgasm from you.
"Oh fuck, Frank!" you scream as you cum, and when he pulls away, you know it's not the last time you'll be doing that tonight.
You pounce on him, hands going to undo his pants and push his boxers off. You need him. You're so desperate for him, you don't care. He catches your lips once again in a deep kiss. You groan at the taste of yourself. He only pulls away to take your jersey off and then unclips your bra in record time.
You gasp out as his lips immediately find your nipple. You thought he'd want to fuck you now. But he's taking his time with you. He presses you back down on the bed, his lips never leaving your tits. His hand slids between your legs, pressing two fingers easily inside you. Your head falls back against his pillows as you moan out his name over and over, with each thrust of his fingers. He's playing with you and you don't object. Your back arches off the bed as his thumb brushes over your clit. His fingers moving in and out of you in time with his mouth on your tits. You gasp out as a second orgasm washes over you.
Then and only then does Frank seem satisified with the fucked out state you're in to start pumping his thick cock. It's leaking with pre-cum and you reach out to touch him. But he swats your hand away.
"'S'okay, baby," he breathes as he positions himself over you.
He sinks into you with one slow thrust and you cry out in pure pleasure. Despite working you over for the better part of an hour, there is still a slight burn when he presses into you. Your legs immediately hook around his back. He grips your thigh; his other hand is pressed into the mattress next to your head.
He lets out soft grunts as he moves in and out of you with long thrusts. And you feel like you're seeing stars...it might be because you've been so overstimulated by him. But maybe it's because you're right where you're meant to be. Your moans match his, and the room is filled with the sound of pleasure.
"Baby, 'm not gonna last," he breathes, his hair, that damn hair, falling into his eyes.
You nod your head, feeling your third orgasm of the night starting to build. His thrusts grow faster, sloppier and just the idea of him cumming because of you, have you cumming first.
"Fuck!" he hisses as he follows you over the edge.
He collapses against you, both of you trying to catch your breath and rearrange your thoughts. Finally, he pulls out of you and unsteadily leaves to get a wet cloth to clean you up. You don't speak, letting him clean you in silence. You let him climb into bed beside you and you both fall asleep within seconds.
"And then he told you that he wanted to try to work things out with his ex-wife?" your friend asks at the bar.
You groan and nod your head.
Yes, when you woke up the next morning after sleeping with Dr Frank Langdon, he was nowhere to be found. You finally find him sitting on the balcony.
"Abby text," he tells you.
You cock your head to the side. You're wearing one of his shirts and nothing else as he tells you that she feels like they should try to reconcile for their kids' sakes.
"Penny is so small," he says...as if that makes everything okay.
You look at your friend as you realise your glass is empty. Fuck, you need to fix that.
"It's not fair that he literally gave me the best orgasms of my life and then told me that he wanted to get back with Abby!" you cry out.
You have no idea that another one of your co-workers, Jack Abbot, is in the corner of the bar.
Jack usually works nights. You've run into him a few times and he's always been so kind to you. After Langdon he has definitely been your favourite ED doctor to deal with. Well, now Langdon isn't an option to work with. You've been sending your colleagues down when you know he's on shift. You refuse to bump into him.
Hell, you can't even watch a Penguins game anymore. Asshole ruined that too!
You also have no idea that Jack has been harbouring some wicked fantasies about the new psyche doctor. He hasn't even mentioned it to his therapist, it's too twisted. But fuck, he wonders what you'd sound like crying out his name instead of Langdon's.
Jack had never been jealous of the younger man, not until he noticed how close you two were. How you would, more often than not, leave together. How you would sometimes come in together. No one ever said that you and Langdon were an item, but Jack presumed. He just guessed you didn't want to bother with HR bullshit. But hearing you share (with the entire bar) that Langdon had fucked up, he couldn't help the smirk that covered his face.
"Dr Abbot!" you greet as he practically meets you at the elevator doors. He's called you down for a consult. "You're eager!"
You laugh at the last statement, but Jack isn't laughing. He looks like a man possessed.
"Sorry, it's actually an issue up the eighth floor," he tells you as he ushers you back into the elevator.
"Oh?" you say in confusion. "Should we call for some help?"
Jack gives you a half smirk and shakes his head, "Nah, kid. Just me and you should do."
"How was your weekend?" you ask him, making the same boring small talk you usually do.
"Oh great. I was out at that new bar a few blocks over," he tells you, meeting your eyes.
You don't know why his gaze makes you blush, but it does. And you duck your face to break eye contact.
"I heard some interesting gossip, actually," he says as the elevator doors open and he leads you down the hallway. "I overheard a young doctor say that one of the ED doctors had given her the best orgasms of her life."
You stop dead in your tracks. You realise, firstly, he's brought you to the abandoned wing of the hospital and, secondly, he overheard you in the bar...talking about Langdon.
"Dr Abbot, I really apologise you heard that. I had no idea you were there but also I just-"
He cuts you off with a hard kiss. You gasp against his lips. You certainly weren't expecting this. But your back is suddenly against the wall and Jack Abbot's tongue is pressing into your mouth. His hands drag up from your hips straight to your breasts. He gives them a squeeze before he rips your blouse open. Buttons scatter over the tiles.
"Whoops," he says before tugging your bra down and leaving hickey after hickey on your tits.
He bites and nips at your nipples. Where Langdon is sweet, Abbot is rough. He takes. He manages to manoeuvre you from the wall in the hallway into one of the abandoned rooms. There is a bed, but that doesn't seem to interest Jack too much. He kisses you hard again, nipping at your bottom lip. You moan out trying to pull him closer, but his rough hands are on your hips and he pushes you down on the bed. You've never been so happy that you wore a skirt that day. Your shoes fall off your feet as he pushes your skirt up around your waist and all put rips your panties off you.
"So wet for me, babygirl," he growls as he kneels in front of you.
He grabs your thighs and drags you down the bed, until your ass is hanging off the edge. You gasp as he dives into your folds and eats you out like a man starved. The noises he's making are sinful and the hand that isn't supporting your weight snakes up your body to pluck at your nipple. It doesn't take long before you're cumming, screaming his name. Your voice echoes around the halls but you can't seem to care. It's all too good.
He gives you a cocky smirk as he stands. He grips your hips once more and flips you onto your stomach. Your feet find the floor just in time to hear the rustle of his scrub bottoms. He's pressing into you without warning and you gasp out in pure pleasure.
His hand goes to your hair to pull your face up from the mattress.
"Wanna hear you, babygirl," he growls as he starts fucking you with piston-like speed.
Your hands grapple with the sheets as he fucks you hard and fast. You're not sure you'll be able to walk afterwards.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Jack! My pussy!" you gasp out, as your brain begins to short-circuit.
"Who's pussy?" he growls, slamming into you. "Who owns this pussy?"
"Fuck!" you scream. "You. You own my pussy."
"Good girl. That pussy belongs to me. You belong to me. And now that little pussy is gonna cum on my cock," he growls in your eye.
And you can't deny him. Your go cross-eyed as your orgasm crashes into you. Your vision goes white at the intensity of it. It's so good, you barely feel Abbot fill you up. He releases rope after rope of cum inside you.
"Now who's given you the best orgasm of your life?" he growls in your ear before pulling out of you.
You take a second to gather yourself.
"I can't go back down like this," you remind him.
He's ripped your blouse. He gives you a cocky grin (and he deserves it) before he pulls his scrub top off and hands it to you. You take off your blouse and put it on. It smells like him and it goes straight to your core. Fuck you need to control yourself.
"Where are my panties?" you ask as you look around the room.
Jack tuts and shakes his head, "They belong to me, babygirl."
He pulls you up for another kiss.
"Langdon's a fuckin' idiot to let you slip through his fingers," he breathes, gripping your ass in his rough hand.
You wonder about a round two, but you both know you need to get back downstairs. You need to get a proper pair of scrubs now and you need to make up a good excuse.
"So was this a one time thing?" you ask as you ride the elevator with Abbot.
He cocks his head to you and smirks, "Oh not a chance. I meant it when I said you belong to me."
The elevator doors open and Frank Langdon is standing in front of you. You jump away from Abbot, who has gotten a lot closer than you remember. Despite trying to look presentable, you look thoroughly fucked. And there's no hiding, especially from Langdon, what has just happened.
You scurry out of the elevator towards a fake patient. Jack just sizes up Frank.
"Hope Abby's well," he says as he claps him on the shoulder and follows after you.
part two
a/n: thanks for reading! sorry for disappearing for a while! I hope you enjoyed!
♡summary: you've been best friends with trinity since you were in middle school, two peas in a pod. while she went into med school, you started a very successful band. when you come home from your 18 month world tour, trinity wants you to met her work friends, you're excited to meet all but one. samira mohan, although her and trinity are now friends, as her best friend you simply cannot get over the fact that one comment from samira made trinity spiral and doubt herself.
♡warnings/contains: poc!fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns. reader is a lead guitarist in a famous band. slow burn (one sided enemies to friends to lovers.) mutual yearning. established relationship (between jack and samira). age gap between jack + samria and reader (samira + reader late 20's, jack is late 40's-early 50's). for mature audiences due to explicit language and sexually mature content. this story follows both a smau and written plot. reader falls under the lgbtqia+ community but not otherwise labeled.
♡inspiration: triple match point @barnesonfilm + do i wanna know? @tresleches333
Happilymarried!Pope who makes everything a onesided competition on who treats their wife best. He just wants to brag how he kisses the ground u walk on because how are they criminals but Cath has to work at a bar??? Uh uh not Pope's wife, she's lapping up the sun by the pool in their house or busy spending his money around, not a care in the damn world hair done nails done in a cute lil car...his card has never graced the leather of his wallet cause its always in her purse
oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)
everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.
but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.
he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".
deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."
baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.
a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"
andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.
"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.
breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3
when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.
at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.
later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.
it's almost torture for cath to watch. she was on her feet for probably 9 hours today, and here you are: shiny toe ring, perfectly, freshly manicured toes. begging andrew for a massage, "think i twisted it after i ran out of victoria's secret." his voice sounds alien to her "'s no good baby, gotta watch your step, we talked about this" soooo husbandly and earnest.
currently obsessed with the idea of hyperfem!ditzy!reader x pope <3
like you’re all short skirts & platform flip flops & big earrings & glossy lips and he’s… well… pope!
you’re closer in age to j then you are to pope, which is precisely why pope is so nervous to leave you alone with him. but there’s never a reason to worry, the second pope’s truck pulls up, you’re stopping your conversation with j and squealing excitedly.
hopping over to his truck, a happy “hi andrew!!” rolling off of your tongue as you skip to his side and stand on the step bar by his window. leaning up and giving a dramatic smooch “mwah! hi baby, i missed you!” as you gaze up at him. he’s smiling, one hand scratching at the top of your head as you talk about your day. “yeah pup? thas’ good. missed you too. c’mon, hop in. lemme take you to dinner.”
smiling really widely and going over to the passengers side, throwing open the door and hopping in. one more big kiss to pope, your long nails framing his cheeks, and you’re turning back to j with a smile. “bye j! see you later :)”
totally genuine, totally sweet. totally juxtaposed when you turn to pope, still bright & cheery, “baby, can we listen to slayer?”
A metaphor for vast physical or emotional distance, used to explore themes of loneliness and longing in an estranged relationship, with the Atlantic Ocean symbolising separation.
Jack Abbot has had a terrible eighteen months. Truly one for the books. Losing his mother, and then you, sometimes he wonders what the point is. If things will ever look up. Until you turn up at the Pitt, with a little girl who looks exactly like him.
warnings: this blog is 18+, mdni! this fic deals with grief, difficult births, depression, anxiety, and canon medical gore. it will also eventually contain explicit sexual content
I’m always unsure if i should continue a story so your comments and questions mean a lot.
Summary: Everyone let you down, including the person you loved the most. Curiosity got the best of you when you agreed to do one more shift at PTMC, but found yourself in a the midst of multiple mass shootings and you, were everyone's senior. Your boyfriend, as well as you, work in teams to save the day.
Trigger warning: medical setting, injuries, facial scars, angst, anxiety, bad MH, shooting, mass casualties, hurt, anger, trauma flashbacks in bold
Word count: 7k
As the laptop slammed shut, a loud sigh filled the room. A whisper escaped your lips “shit”. You pushed off the chair and walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face.
One offer. Fourteen-hour shifts. A paycheck with enough digits to pay towards the hospital bills.
Crashing, give epi
You could say no — tell them to fuck off. But curiosity lingered in your mind since you saw them last.
Jack get out!
You’d do so many things, yet none, to see him one more time.
No, no, no, stay with me
The cold water didn’t help — nothing helped with the numbness. You stood there, hands gripping the edges of the sink, staring at the stranger in the mirror. Another long sigh slipped out of you. Feeling alive left you with scars — a constant reminder that to feel something, even a spark of happiness, you must also feel pain.
Mohan get out. Every single fucker who’s not working on her needs to get out!
You emailed Gloria, short and direct, saying you’d take the offer, but only if you were everyone’s senior. No exceptions. No one could push back and no one could say no to you.
She agreed.
Scrubs on and hair gently sitting on your shoulders. Makeup done just enough to look sharp and shoes laced.
Today’s scrubs colour of choice was red.
The colour of anger.
The colour of superiority.
The colour of your blood that covered the ER floor that day.
The colour that told everyone: I am your senior and you report to me.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and smiled.
You walked out of the door.
My face… what the fuck happened to my face!
You stood outside the ER doors and repeated to yourself: fourteen hours, fourteen hours, fourteen hours, fourteen hour sh….. You held your head high and walked in — no smiles, no eye contact, just focusing on the target ahead.
“Good morning Lena” voice firm, quiet and stern.
She turned around slowly to the familiar voice she thought she’d never hear again.
“Hello Doc!” She said, a smile spreading across her face “It’s good to see you, sweetheart”
Likewise? No that would be a lie. You watched her eyes as they slowly traced your scars, from your face down to your arm.
“I’m good, Lena” you said firmly, snapping her out of whatever world she was in. Not an answer to a question she asked, but an end to a thought that wandered through her mind.
This is all your fault Jack
I know it is!
“Is your attending around?” You asked “I’m here early so I can catch up”
“He’s in there, sweet”
You muttered “thank you” before walking towards the room.
Hours turned into days. Days dragged into months of you wondering if you’ll get to speak with him again. If you will ever tell him what you truly feel. If you will ever get your revenge?
His broken eyes haunted you in your sleep. His screams hid in the corners of quiet rooms.
He didn’t know you were coming — that was another condition. The beautiful element of surprising every motherfucker that did you wrong.
“Hello Jack” you said as you walked in. Not Dr Abbot, like he reminded you last time. Just Jack.
And there it was. The beautiful look of betrayal. All the color drained from his face. He froze, eyes wide with shock. You counted in your mind: one, two, three, four….
Starting compressions! One, two, three, four….
“Are you aright?” You asked, holding down a small smile “do you need to sit down?”
“Uh…” was that a word? A sound? A noise? Eventually, the cat let go of his tongue as he said “hello”.
He gripped onto the edge of the bed and adjusted his posture. That beautiful posture that the old you had fallen for.
“I’m here for rounds” you said.
“F—for rounds?” He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck.
That beautiful hair you used to run your fingers through until he fell asleep.
“I am covering for Michael” not Robby “As senior emergency attending physician for the day shift.”
The jaw dropped wide open.
“So” you said quietly “rounds then you can go home?”
His chest rose and fell faster. After a few seconds, he gave a small, shaky nod.
“Good to see you Jack” therapy taught you to kill them with kindness but it didn’t say you had to forget or forgive. “You look well”
A lie. He looked terrible — like he hadn’t been mentally or physically well.
Every fibre in your body wanted to reach over and pull him in for a hug, but you knew that would break him. Not you. It was always about him.
You turned your back to him and moved in a confident rhythm, so womanly and heavenly, and so God damn powerful.
You caught up with the night shift staff — filling you in on every single patient. Eyes traced your scars with every movement you made. You scared them — not because of the scars, but because of your confidence and your powerful charisma.
“Thank you for filling me in. I’ll take it from here” you clapped your hands together once, gave a sharp nod, and walked toward the hub.
The day shift staff gathered around, backs turned to you, chit-chatting amongst themselves.
“So if Robby isn’t here who’s covering today?”
“Has the ER even not had an attending?”
“W—what happens now?”
“Dana, do you now who’s covering?”
You smiled.
“Me”
They all turned at once. Hands in pockets, shoulders squared, black stethoscope around your neck and scars glowing under the fluorescent light.
You craved a dramatic entrance, and you got your moment.
Jaws dropped.
Eyes widened.
Someone whispered shit.
Your ego gave you a tap on the shoulder, and somewhere in the distance, you heard an imaginary audience, clap.
“Good morning team” you said “I will be covering today’s shift as your senior attending”
You approached them slowly and said “The night shift has filled me in, but I trust you will all do rounds quickly. There are already 50 patients in triage”
“H—hi” Langdon said, giving you a small wave.
“Hello Frank” you replied with a nod “Any questions?”
I did this Robby, I did this!
“Uh..” Whitaker tried to say something but Santos nudged him and so he kept quiet.
“Dennis, it’s good to see you too” the first genuine smile you have given so far.
Whitaker can you intubate any faster!
He smiled back.
You turned around to face Javadi who looked like she was about to cry. You gave her another genuine smile and she rushed over and hugged you so tightly she almost knocked you off your feet.
“Hi sweety” you said, voice muffled against her shoulder as you pushed her hair out of the way. She pulled back smiling and fixed her scrubs as she stood next to you.
“Alright, rounds. Present after each case, and your senior is Langdon. You report to him, he reports to me. Langdon, I would like you to float today — supervise, educate, present” you said “they do all the work, you correct verbally and only step in when you think it’s necessary”
He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Has everyone been assigned sections?”
They all nodded.
“Uh” Ogilvie raised his hand “where am I?”
“Where are you usually?”
He pointed at Santos.
“Today you will shadow nurses”
“N—nurses?”
“Yes, nurses. Does anyone here know what our nurses actually get up to?”
Perlah put her hand up, smiling. You glanced at her from the corner of your eye and back at the team. “You will learn a lot of them — you gotta respect and know what they do so you can complete your work”
He nodded and you felt a few approving smiles.
Perlah can you uh… I need more o-neg. Stat.
What you hadn’t noticed was Jack, along with the night shift crew, standing behind your team, watching.
“Fucking hot damn” Parker said “she looks good”
“I’m scared” Shen replied quietly.
Your phone rang as the group dispersed.
“Hi”…. “Shit. When?” “How many?…. What do you mean you don’t know?” “Lockdown?”… “Alright”
You hung up, cleared your throat and walked through the ambulance bay door, outside. The calm before a terrible, fucked up storm, and you were in charge. You breathed in the last bit of fresh air your lungs will know for some time.
With heavy and determined footsteps, you walked back to the hub and grabbed the intercom. “Can all staff gather around the hub please, that’s all staff to the hub. Now”
“What was that all about?” Dana frowned at you. There was a look of fear in your eyes that she knew too well.
You replied quickly “nothing good”.
Everyone gathered within minutes — another tap on the back for the commanding voice.
“Listen up team, I just got a call from SWAT. There are multiple mass shootings currently happening all across Pittsburgh.”
You saw Gloria rushing through the doors but you continued talking.
“The number of casualties is unknown, however they have already targeted one hospital, with multiple staff injured”
“What!” You glanced over your shoulder to Jack but you ignored him.
“Gloria, am I correct in saying we are in lockdown?”
“Correct. The doors will be locked and SWAT will be positioned outside. Victims will be brought in only when it is safe”
“You can’t just lock the door otherwise, how are we treating casualties?” Jack now stood across the floor from you.
“We can’t treat casualties if we’re dead” you said sharply, your stare holding his “they shoot the staff, they shoot the only people who can save their lives.”
“Fuck” someone said and you heard uneasy whispers fill the floor.
“Staff will be allowed to go home” Gloria’s lips parted as she heard you say the words “your safety is more important than a job. But if you want to stay, I, and no one else, can promise you safety”
You looked around at panicked and scared faces.
“SWAT will also be bringing everyone bulletproof vests. Outside will be triage — SWAT medics will assist and send them in. The closer you are to the door, the more careful you need to be” You continued “If anyone needs to go home, you need to leave now. But please be careful”
No one moved as everyone stared at you and your scars.
“Night shift staff” you said to them “are you leaving or staying?”
“Staying” Parker quickly put her hand up along with the majority of the staff.
“I will stay too” Lena said.
You turned around to Jack “of course I’ll stay”
“Good, please go take your break now”
Jack cut in sharply and said “we’re good”.
“Nope” you smiled “you will take your break, a minimum of two hours. I will not allow tired staff on the floor”
He nodded and you saw Parker smirk.
“SWAT is here” Javadi whispered.
A tall man with dark hair and striking green eyes walked in like he’d stepped off a magazine cover — full SWAT uniform, bold letters across his chest. Every head in the room turned to watch him.
Two dramatic entrances in one day. Perfect.
He spotted you immediately and smiled and you didn’t hide your grin. People’s heads turned away from him towards the person he was smiling at: you.
You walked straight over and he pulled you in with one strong arm, and you gave him a long, heavy kiss. You whispered against his lips “Hi baby.”
You heard someone whistle — actually, it was multiple people. You felt eyes burn in the back of your head as you pulled away from him.
“Everyone, this is Pete, Chief of Special Operations and SWAT commander for the city police department” you said, standing by him. “He will cover the outside with the squad. He is accompanied by Dr Lane, the lead medic assigned to Special Operations.”
Dr Lane gave a small wave as he stood to your side.
“SWAT has already surrounded the hospital” Pete announced, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the room with authority “we will communicate via radios…”
A couple of officers started handing them out.
Your eyes finally met Jack’s — they were sad and tired. They were also jealous that your lips were no longer his.
Is sh—she dead? Robby is she dead!
“…and no one enters without going through SWAT”
You didn’t notice yourself smiling as you watched him take command.
Today was a bad day for many people, but revenge was sweet, and today was going great for you.
You explained to everyone how triage would work and which protocol had been initiated. Some staff decided to leave, and you certainly did not blame them. Everyone had now gowned up, except you. You remained in red, loud and clear.
You oversaw what everyone was doing and how they were operating. Critical patients were all moved upstairs, beds empty and ready for the chaos. You then heard the first siren and braced yourself.
SWAT medic cleared the first patient and passed the gurney to the ER staff.
“GSW right thigh, clean exit wound” King said.
“Yours, take Javadi” you said firmly. The entirety of the ER stood behind you as you triaged each patient and assigned them to clinicians.
If she dies, I die!
And suddenly, every doctor and nurse were occupied with patients. You floated between rooms, barking commands, stepping in when needed, and most importantly, teaching.
The casualties slowed down, which was unusual because it hadn’t even been two hours. You took your gloves off and walked outside to find Pete.
Jack had already beaten you to it, and he was outside talking to the squad
“Babe, what are you doing out here” Pete quickly stepped to your side with a bulletproof vest “you need to wear this”
You shook your head “I’m good, thank you”.
Your eyes swept the perimeter: armed officers were posted at every corner, rifles trained on every passing car. A loud intercom kept repeating the same commands: open all windows, hands where we can see them.
“What’s the update?” You asked.
“The second hospital has been attacked” someone said “although they didn’t have SWAT”
“Why not?”
“There are still active shootings they can’t seem to control” Pete added.
Your lips parted in panic and you felt your heart rate spike. “Okay. Do you think you guys will leave?”
“We won’t leave our positions, no” Pete said “Not when we’re here to protect the biggest trauma centre”
“And Pete’s girl” someone muttered with a grin.
You let out a small laugh and said “shut up, Martin”
Your eyes flicked back to Jack. “Dr Abbot, may I speak with you inside?”
He nodded. You gave Pete’s hand a quick squeeze before walking back inside.
“I’m on break” he quickly said, eyes not meeting yours.
“That’s not what I was going to say” you quietly replied, “I wanted to see how you are doing, with all of this”
He gave you a small smile, and you felt that same heartbreak you did that night.
I love you, i will always do. But i will never forgive myself. If you live, please don’t ever forgive me
“I am around if you need anything. Please take your break somewhere where you can actually rest?” You said “the second wave will hit us shortly”
“Sure” he said quietly and walked off. You watched him, a familiar limp in his step, wondering why life was so unfair.
If one person was going to make you cry today, it was Jack’s broken heart. You wondered how many times it could break before he walks over the edge of the roof.
“Uh I need uh… help” Whitaker said with a panicked look on his face “pretty sure my patient was one of the shooters”
“Shit. Alright, who’s in there?”
“Me and McCkay”
“What did he say?”
“He mumbled something about people deserving this. He also has a mob tattoo on his arm” He said “he said that people should own guns and do whatever they want with them”
“Okay let’s not make any assumptions. I’ll swap with you. Please let SWAT know that I need someone to assist, uniform off, no guns. Got it?”
He nodded and rushed off.
You stepped into the room where McKay was suturing a leg wound. “McKay, I’ll take over”
She frowned, still focusing on the patient’s leg.
“Now, please” you said, putting gloves on.
She nodded, stepped aside, and quickly briefed you on the history and what she’d done.
“Thank you” you said as you attended to the wound.
“So, how are you feeling?” You asked the patient as you scanned for any weapons and staying clear of his hands.
“I’d like some pain meds, please”
“We’re running low on them I’m afraid” you said firmly.
You glanced over and someone you didn’t know, walked in. You flinched hard at first until he gave a quick series of tactical hand signals, then tapped his chest where the SWAT lettering would be.
You nodded and turned back to the patient.
“My colleague here is going to ask some questions as I work on your leg” you said softly, working as quickly as possible.
The SWAT officer, who introduced himself by his first name, said he was asking witnesses to describe what happened. The patient, after answering many, many questions, turned out to be a big believer in gun laws and… applying these laws.
A decision was made to detain him until proven innocent. Arguments and yells filled the room but he was quickly handcuffed to the bed.
We failed her, every single one of us failed her!
You walked outside to find Jack wandering around, eyes full of fear.
“Did you seriously go in there on your own with a possible shooter?” He asked.
You wanted to roll your eyes at him, and snap back but all you said was “yes, do you have a problem with that?”
His shoulders dropped and you saw his jaw tense.
You asked “What area are you covering?”
“Trauma”
“You need a bullet proof vest then” you bit back.
He cut in quickly “Where’s yours?”
You took a small, calculated step towards him “I died once, what’s another?”
You felt the tension grasp at the thin air between you and Jack. “Don’t worry about me, Dr Abbot. That was never your job”
You turned your back on him and continued with rounds.
I smell blood, so much of it. Where is it coming from?
You looked at the ER floors — colours indeed matched your scrubs. You refused to let your mind wander to your past, but sometimes, only sometimes, you let it. You found comfort in repeating familiar events in your mind.
Someone touched your arm gently and you flinched.
“Doc we need you in trauma two” Princess was by your side.
Don’t cry, Princess I’m okay.
“How can I help?” You asked as you walked in.
Garcia and Walsh’s mouths dropped wide open.
Garcia said quietly “What the fuck”.
“Nice to see you too” you smiled “and no you’re not seeing a ghost. It’s me in the flesh”
“Well, God damn girl, you look good” she smirked and shook her head.
“So I’m needed in here?”
“Abbot and I are having a little disagreement and we need a senior to settle it” Walsh said.
Childish. Foolish. All of you! You did this!
“Walsh presents first. Don’t cut each other in, this isn’t high school” you said firmly.
And they did, just like you asked them to. Two hot-headed doctors, both passionate about what they wanted to do. But one critical patient.
“Walsh take the lead” you said firmly before walking out, feeling Jack follow you, all the way to the break room.
“You’re taking a break?” He asked quietly.
“No, I’m making a hot drink” you said softly “I need caffeine if I’m going to run this for the next however many long hours”
You glanced over your shoulder, noticing his silence and said “Would you like one?”
He stayed quiet.
“Look, Robby ran things differently. But I don’t pride myself in exhaustion” you said softly “if I’m tired, I make mistakes. If I make mistakes, the team gets in trouble”
“You changed” he said softly. Was he admiring? Jealous? Sad?
“Of course I did Jack” you said softly “what did you expect was going to happen?”
“I’m sorry.” A whisper. A mutter.
“I uh…” he stared at the floor, too embarrassed to meet your eyes “I regret so many things. How I let you down and…. Everything I did…”
“Regret only stops you from moving forward in life, Jack. You only get one shot at this, you need to move on”
He said “I don’t think I ever will”
“That’s a shame” you said as you walked past him leaving the room.
You felt your throat go dry and anxiety slowly creeping up. Would it be so bad if you just… hugged him? Told him how much you missed him? You swallowed back tears and jumped right back into the chaos.
You stood by the ambulance doors, watching another wave of casualties being rushed in, when the ER lights suddenly cut out. The entire department fell into darkness.
You stood out like a sore thumb in your red scrubs. Panic had now fully taken over as you yelled “everyone get down!”
Everyone dropped instantly, covering patients or their heads. You charged toward the trauma room when strong arms grabbed you, yanking you down and pinning you beneath them.
At first it was panic.
Then it was comfort.
Jack was on top of you, shielding your body with his own, covering every inch he could.
“I’m okay” you whispered “Jack I’m okay”
He nodded, breathing hard, and carefully rolled off you, pulling you both into a shadowed corner.
You grabbed your radio. “Pete, come in.” Nothing. You tried again. “Anyone, come in.” Silence.
The ER was pitch black, the only light came through the ambulance doors.
“Shit, shit, shit” you muttered. You looked over at Jack and said “give me your bulletproof vest”.
“The hell im not! You’re not doing what I think you’re doing”
“Give me the fucking vest, Jack”
He hissed “Over my dead body. Stay down, I’ll take a look”
You shook your head in anger and slowly got up, looking around. He pulled your wrist back down.
His hands warm, rough, familiar.
Please baby don’t leave me. It’s only you that I want. It’s only you that I ever wanted
Everyone fell silent. The only sound left was the steady, eerie beeping of machines. The monitors were still running and outlets worked. Everything had power — except the lights.
Was someone fucking with you?
You lifted the radio again. This time, Pete’s voice crackled through. “Stay down. Possible shooter. Over.”
You ducked back down, heart hammering, then started crawling low across the floor, moving out of the corner. You closed your eyes for a second, steadying your breath before shouting loud enough for the whole ER to hear “I need everyone to remain calm, regardless of what happens next. You protect yourself first, then others. Got it?”
No one answered.
You said again, louder this time “got it?”
Everyone replied at once.
Time passed by, then cutting through the silence was a the sound of a flatline. The cruelty of the timing hit you hard. In the pitch black, with a possible shooter still out there, someone was slipping away and no one could move to help.
You lifted the radio again. “Pete, come in.” No answer.
But after a few seconds, Martin’s voice crackled through. “Patchy… we’re good out here. Trying to locate contact. You guys good in there? Over.”
“Marty we’re okay. Uh… be careful out there. Over” your voice shook, and you didn’t hold back tears. Not when you now had two teams to take care of.
“Patchy?” Langdon asked quietly.
“Patches, scars, whatever they did to put this face back together” you said quietly.
He whispered back “I like it”
“Me too” you answered.
You heard footsteps and you peeked outside the room, Jack next to you, to find a shadow walking down the corridor.
“Shit someone’s coming. Move, move” Jack said as he pushed you towards the back of the room. He quickly took his vest off and put it over you.
He leaned in closer and you felt his warm breath on your face “if they come in here, you crawl through the back door, got it?”
You nodded.
You sat against the wall, knees up to your chest, and Jack now sat in front of you.
I will give you my life, every minute, every second, every hour, if it means I get to see you happy again.
The lights turned on all of a sudden, and the shadow was a SWAT team member.
Everyone sighed in relief at the sight and you felt tension break. But you didn’t and neither did Jack.
Something was wrong. You didn’t know him. You didn’t know everyone, but him; he didn’t look familiar.
The way he had tied his laces wasn’t military-like. His posture… the way he held his rifle. It wasn’t someone who said loud and clear: I work for SWAT.
You quickly got up and walked over to him and said “thank you”.
He replied quitely “anytime”.
You flashed the tactical signals for freeze and enemy. He nodded like he understood and kept walking.
Jack saw the interaction and fear spread across his face.
You had an active shooter, in disguise, in your very own ER.
You backed away slowly and radioed Pete, praying he’d pick up “Code Contact, code contact. I repeat, code contact. Over”
Pete answered back instantly “Did you just say code contact? Over”
“Code contact in ER floors, dressed in SWAT. Over”
You watched the so-called SWAT officer pace around the floor, looking at everyone. You took small footsteps towards him, mind ticking, think, think, think.
You saw Jack wanting to make a move but you put your hand out and urged him to move back. The shooter turned around and faced the two of you.
“What are you two looking at?” He snapped.
“Nothing, officer. It’s been a long day” Jack responded quickly.
All eyes were on the three of you. Behind the shooter, real SWAT was quietly moving in through the ambulance doors.
Pete signalled for you to freeze.
You said “Hey officer, can you uh… talk to one our patients please? We think he’s one of the shooters”
“Yeah sure”
“Follow me” you calmly said. You gestured at Jack in tactical sign: gather, evacuate, door.
His lips dropped in defeat as he nodded.
“There he is” you said “so, our officer here would like to speak with you. Ask you some more questions. If he thinks you’re innocent, we can let you go”
You said, giving the officer a small forced smile. The shooter didn’t seem to notice the eerie silence that had fallen over the ER — no one moving, no one speaking, injured patients and staff alike on the floor.
“Uh sure, whatever gets me out of here” the patient replied.
You nodded and walked calmly out of the door and as you did, SWAT stormed in.
Before you could even react, strong arms grabbed your waist and your feet left the ground. Pete had thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and was running you out of the ER.
“I don’t abandon my team, Pete” you said quietly as he sat you on the ground. Not a snap, not a moment of anger. Those days were behind you.
Pete was patient, and kind, and loving. He opened the door of the armored truck and motioned for you to get in.
“Okay baby” you whsipered.
He cupped your face with his hand and leaned in “I love you, and I will never tell you what you can or can’t do. But I can’t have you anywhere near a shooter okay? If I get the chance to protect you then that’s exactly what I’ll do”
He pulled you into a long, deep kiss.
“Pete” you said “if we get out of here—“
“I’ll fucking marry you” he cut in “if we get out of here in one piece, you’re mine for the rest of my long life”
“I love you too baby” you leaned in for another kiss.
“I need to get back in there. By the way you look so good look in red” he smirked “but I prefer you naked”
He winked as he shut the door and rushed back inside.
Someone tell me what you’re doing, please. My face is burning. Someone say something.
You traced your fingers down your scars, smiling to yourself as you thought of Pete. Butterflies danced in your chest as you lost track of time.
Everything hurts. Please let me go.
We cant do that, you know we can’t. You can do this
I don’t want to be here just let me go, let me go, let me g…
You spotted Pete through the glass doors, walking straight toward you.
“That was quick thinking” he said as he opened the truck door “and I’m proud to say that my girlfriend was the one who caught it”
You smiled “Actually…it’s fiancée?”
He grinned and leaned in, taking his helmet off. “Oh yeah? That sounds so damn good”
He paused then whispered “Shit I need a ring”
You tipped your head back and laughed “no baby we don’t need a ring. I just need you”
You grabbed the front of his vest and pulled him in, kissing him hard — like the world might end any second and this could be the last time.
“Ummm as much as I love this” he mumbled against your lips “I don’t know if I can stop and we can’t have sex in the middle of a crisis”
“We have an on-call room?” You whispered as you laughed.
“Oh you’re gonna wanna be somewhere very private when I take these scrubs off, trust me”
You squealed at his words as he helped you get out of the car.
“Right I best go back in, are you gonna carry me in this time?”
“No, the floors all yours” he watched you walk away, leaning against the truck. “Hey babe?”
You stopped and turned around.
“Tell him how you feel” he said softly “he deserves to know”
You told Pete everything — no secrets and no lies, and no chances for rumours to spread.
“Are you sure?”
“You’re mine forever and I know I’m never going to lose you. But he did, so tell him”
You signed I love you and walked back in.
How long has she been like this for?
Hours maybe.
Did she say anything?
She said she doesn’t remember what happened.
Is her memory intact?
No, she didn’t recognise some people initially but it’s slowly coming back.
Call psych.
Will do.
You brushed against the shooter, who had been handcuffed, as you walked back in, holding your head high. You checked in on everyone, announced multiple deaths for lives that were lost when nothing could be done. Everyone was covered in blood, tired, and exhausted. You asked everyone to gather around the hub.
“Casualties are starting to slow down” you said and saw Pete walk in.
He added “Everything’s now under control”.
You smiled and nodded. “People will now take turns to take breaks. Shower, freshen up and eat something”
“We don’t need to take a break” someone said and you didn’t bother to look at who it was.
“If I say you need to take a break then…” you put your hands in your pocket “… you will take a break. We have hours left of this shift, and once all casualties have been attended to, these doors will open back up to other patients.”
You glanced at all of them “now would you like to be hungry, angry, covered in blood and tired when you greet them?”
No one answered
How long has she been quiet for?
Weeks.
She only communicates by gestures.
Is she in pain?
She hasn’t said so.
Maybe sign language might help, I’ll give one of our volunteers a call.
“I thought so” you continued “You have your teams so you will work it out between all of you. Any questions?”
“What happened to your face?”
You heard ohs and whispers then heads turned. It was a young patient sitting on a bed in the corridor, staring straight at you.
Where does it hurt?
You tapped on your heart.
Anywhere else?
You shook your head.
Do you want me to teach you sign language?
You nodded.
Will you ever tell me why you don’t speak?
“I got my heartbroken then rode a motorcycle with no helmet on” you said softly “looks like we both have cool ass scars, kid”
He smiled and nodded.
You felt your eyes start to well up. Not because of the patient’s question — no. It was everything else. You’d been strong for too long today, holding the weight of it all on your shoulders, and now a small, exhausted part of you regretted ever coming back here. You turned away from the group before anyone could see your face crack. Without a word, you charged down the hall toward the break room, desperate to get away from all of them.
My name is (he signed) P E T E. You can spell yours this way: ….
You ran your hands under cold water, wanting to snap out of whatever you were feeling.
Overwhelmed. Tired. Exhausted. In love. Happy.
Today certainly didn’t go as you planned it. You didn’t plan to announce that many deaths and you certainly didn’t plan to spend the whole day with Jack.
Lastly, you didn’t expect to feel this many emotions, this late into the shift.
Jack walked in, freezing as he saw you: red eyes and shaky hands.
It was like a magnet was pulling you towards him — all you wanted was to tell him that everything will be okay. But nothing was and nothing ever will be okay between the two of you.
The very same friend that you laughed and cried with.
The same friend that you so deeply loved.
The same friend who believed everyone but not you.
You said “are you going to stand there and stare at me?”
Your glossy eyes were now matching his.
“I’m proud of you” he whispered “of the woman you have become”.
“You should have been proud of me from day one, Jack”
“That’s not what I meant”
“But it’s how you worded it. Funny isn’t it? How words can be twisted” you said quietly as you leaned against the counter.
He nodded, jaw tensing, wrinkles spread across his sweaty forehead.
Jack, your broken Jack, was crying. But the broken version of you couldn’t comfort him anymore.
You let out a small, broken sob as you brushed past him, head pushed down until you ran through the ambulance doors.
“Hey, hey baby what happened” Pete was now by your side, taking you in for a hug.
“I just needed a hug” you said “that’s all”
“Do I need to beat someone’s ass?” Martin asked.
You pulled back, looking at the squad.
“Easy boys” you smiled “but the damage is already done”
“Hey Patchy, you did great in there” someone said.
You whispered “thank you”.
Pete took his hand in yours and walked away from the eyes of the squad.
“Are you anxious? Sad? Scared? Talk to me baby”
“Oh I’m on a very high dose of Lexapro so it’s gonna take a lot more than that to upset me” you joked.
I don’t want to feel anything anymore
That is a beautiful voice I’m hearing for the first time and I am privileged you’re trusting me with it
I don’t know what I want
I can help you, if you let me
“Hey Pete. When you saw my scars…what did you think of them?”
“When I first saw you, baby, I thought God damn, i’m allowed to walk on the same ground as that beautiful woman?”
You laughed. “That’s definitely not true. I was a mess”
“No, my love, you weren’t. There was a small sparkle in your eyes. One that told me you wanted to keep going”
“Is that why you stayed?”
“I thought to myself she’s mysterious… and cool, and one day, I will marry her”
You giggled and felt your face flush “What made you think that?”
“It was the way you went from complete silence to commanding any room you walked into. The way you spoke to everyone like equals. The way you supported them without needing anything back.” He brushed his thumb across your hand “I’ve seen you with my squad — they crumble under your authority.”
“You make it sound like I work for SWAT”
“You don’t, but if you were to walk up to them right this second and command them, not one would protest or bat an eye”
I was thinking today we can leave the hospital for a bit?
You signed: where?
We can grab some food, eat in my truck and make up stories about people?
You signed: okay.
What do you want to eat?
You signed: everything.
“I best get back. Thank you for… being you”
“And thank you for making me the happiest guy in the world” he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
You walked back and the team was now gathered all around the hub, with Gloria addressing them all.
“… and thank you to everyone who got us through it. You should all be proud of yourselves”
The room filled with applause. You joined in, clapping for them. They had earned it.
“And thank you to Patchy” Langdon turned around and faced you “for saving the day”
“That’s not on me Frank. That’s on everyone else who worked on patients”
“Patchy?” Javadi asked, confused.
You pointed at your face.
She muttered under her breath “that’s mean” and McKay gentle nudged her.
You gave them all a genuine smile and said “thank you, to everyone who stayed and pulled a double shift. To everyone who risked their lives to be here. And to SWAT who kept us safe”
“And to you” jack added quitely “for spotting the shooter”
Your eyes met his first then over to Pete who signed tell him everything.
“I am only covering one shift here and it is ending soon. It’s been a pleasure, working with you all one more time. I wish you all the best” you smiled and looked around.
“We’re sorry” Santos said “about everything”
Gloria tried to cut in “I don’t think we should —“
“No, no, we should” she said “we all were in the wrong and we lost her because of what we did”
You signed: Your eyes are beautiful, Pete
Are you flirting with me?
You signed: of course I am
It’s about damn time sweetheart
“I’ve not come back here for an apology, guys. I’ve moved on, so should all of you”
Sad faces looked back at you across the ER.
“It was all my fault” Jack said quietly and head snapped in his direction “I should’ve been the one to be pushed out. Not you. If anyone’s to blame and people to hate, it’s me. My fuck up, my mistake”
You felt your breath catch in your throat. Your eyes widened, along with everyone else’s.
“Dr Abbot may I speak with you?”
He nodded and gestured towards the door.
You both walked through triage and stepped outside, standing by the road.
Who was screaming? Why are they screaming? My face hurts. What happened? I can taste something bitter. Why can’t I speak? Who’s that man? Why is he looking at me like that?
“Hey Jack, I don’t know if I am ready to forgive you yet. I don’t know if I ever will” You said, staring at the traffic.
Do I know him? His eyes look familiar. He has kind eyes.
“There is a small broken piece of my heart that belongs to you. That piece is dark and miserable but it is yours and forever will be.”
Why is he crying? Does he know me?
“I hope you find peace, just like I did. I hope that you’ve learnt from your mistakes”
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
Jack get out you’re stressing her out
I’m sorry, please forgive me
“People told me after my accident, to go find my own village. And I did. I’m somehow surrounded by so much testosterone and uniform, but it’s mine”
What do you think of the two old couples over there?
You signed: future.
I think so too.
“The single version of me would be going crazy over this. But the engaged version of me is finally on the right path to happiness”
Hey Pete? Tell me more abut SWAT.
Why do you think you’ll join us?
Hah. Never. The only man in uniform I need is right here.
“Please don’t look at my face and remember your mistakes. Think of my old face. The face of your friend who loved you and supported you.”
Jack’s cheeks were covered in tears and he fidgeted with hands — a soothing motion he did regularly when he was nervous or sad.
“In another life, Jack, we are friends. Ones who are not broken. Ones who are loyal to each other. Ones who are friends and stay that way forever.”
Get out of my room and I never ever want to see you again!
Please let me apologise.
Get out Jack!
You gave his arm a squeeze before walking inside, back turned to the scene of your accident, back turned to the person you once loved so much, back turned to your past.
“Good bye Jack”
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Notes: i’m not going to lie I really wanted to end this story like this:
you opened your eyes and you were back on the ground outside PTMC and it was all a beautiful nightmare.
But I thought that would DESTROY people and i will end up with so many haters so... it was all real, she’s very happy and loved.
I listened to Raye - Click Clack Symphony as inspiration.
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Who said what - if anyone's interested!
Crashing, give epi - Robby
Jack get out! - Dana
No, no, no, stay with me - Jack
Mohan get out. Every single fucker who’s not working on her needs to get out! - Parker
This is all your fault Jack - Lena
Starting compressions! One, two, three, four…. - King
I did this Robby, I did this! - Jack
Whitaker can you intubate any faster! - Parker
Perlah can you uh… I need more o-neg. Stat. - Shen
Is sh—she dead? Robby is she dead! - Jack
If she dies, I die - Jack
I love you, i will always do. But i will never forgive myself. If you live, please don’t ever forgive me - Jack
We failed her, every single one of us failed her! - Dana
Childish. Foolish. All of you! You did this! - Garcia
Please baby don’t leave me. It’s only you that I want. It’s only you that I ever wanted - Jack
I will give you my life, every minute, every second, every hour, if it means I get to see you happy again - Jack
We cant do that, you know we can’t. You can do this. - Langdon
How long has she been like this for? - unknown nurse 1
Hours maybe - unknown nurse 2
How long has she been quiet for? - unkown nurse 3
Weeks - unknown nurse 4
Where does it hurt? - Pete
That is a beautiful voice I’m hearing for the first time and I am privilaged you’re trusting me with it. - pete
I was thinking today we can leave the hospital for a bit? - Pete
What do you think of the two old couples over there? - Pete
The one where Jack Abbot accidentally knocks up Robby's little (step)sister in his final year of college.
warnings: this blog is 18+, mdni! this fic deals with pregnancy, discussions of abortion and medical complications, explicit sexual content, slut-shaming (not by jack), reader is robby's step-sister, they are not related biologically, and reader's appearance is not described at all.
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prologue sneak peak // meet the cast // instagram post snippet // original moodboard
summary: the everyday conversations between pittsburgh's most beloved trauma doctors (mostly.) and you! small snippets of how i think the pitt characters would interact when not over a patient.
warnings: MDNI 18+ . swearing, inappropriate usage of a work gc, bullying of characters (no one is safe), slight nsfw, crack fic. reader is referred to as 'burn', roommates with santos and whitaker trope, hucklerobby mentioned, afab reader.
summary: in a tight-knit small town, your bakery sits just streets away from his. the businesses—and your personalities—constantly clash, fueling a rivalry the whole town can’t help but watch unfold. what starts as a competition begins to shift the more your lives overlap, until keeping things strictly business becomes harder to maintain.
warnings: fem!reader x jack abbot, implied sexual content, age gap, cursing, mental health & family conflict related themes.
a/n: i want this to feel like a mix of bluebell, alabama and stars hollow, connecticut. the kind of town where everybody knows everybody & gossip travels faster than the morning paper! keep that atmosphere in mind while reading :]
new dad jack abbot who is just absolutely obsessed with newborn scrunches…like to the point he will fight/race reader to be the first one in front of the bassinet the second your baby moves or makes any noise.
those scrunches are HIS.
he’ll pick the baby up sooo gently, cooing at them as they make all the baby noises, and the second that baby scrunches up to stretch jack is a puddle on the floor. don’t even bother mopping it up cause it’s just gonna keep happening every time that baby wakes up.
the baby’s little legs curl up into their bottom, arms stiff and stretched out, back curved a little and the cheeks…good lord those chubby cheeks get all squished against their arms and their eyebrows raise. their tiny face gets red as their fists flail a little bit.
jack’s got the biggest smile on his face, so soft and warm for his mini me.
“biggggg stretchhhh”, jack will coo, eyebrows dancing in his hairline as he gasps softly when the baby finishes stretching and looks right at him.
“there, much better”, jack says softly, pulling his baby close and letting them rest against his shoulder; “yeah i know…feels so nice to stretch out, huh?”
reader just watches the entire thing unfold with nothing but love in their eyes. half ready to pounce on jack and not wanting to interrupt the moment. reader has no idea how many videos of that exact moment they have on their phone by now. at least a dozen.
when the baby reaches that stage in between three and four weeks old where they technically aren’t a newborn anymore, jack is distraught. his baby is growing up and he doesn’t like it. even more so when he goes to pick the baby up and they just…don’t scrunch.
instead their arms go all the way above their head, stretching out the same way jack would…like a full grown person. their tiny body is still a little arched, but not the same way it used to be. not in full scrunch, legs still dangling below their little body.
jack freezes, almost immediately. he just…stares…loses it. blinks once, then twice before a soft breath comes from his mouth, brows already furrowing before he can stop them.
“um excuse me bean, where the heck is your scrunch?”
his voice almost wavers. bean stares back at him, blinks once before chewing on their fist, unsure why jack’s still got them held out into the air. clearly the scrunch isn’t coming.
bean grunts in protest.
jack brings them close, cradling their tiny head and letting his lips brush against the soft downy hair on top of their head.
“can’t believe you lost your scrunch…when did you get so big?”, he whispers into their skin.
he inhales the new baby scent, which is thankfully—still fully in tact.
jack tells reader dramatically about the events when they emerge from the shower. hands waving in the air. he’s fully dissatisfied and appalled that bean dared to loose their scrunch. not when it was his favorite thing.
“it’s ok honey, now bean has the cute baby stretch”, reader assures him.
jack let’s put a noise that almost sounds like a grunt, but sighs anyways; “It is kinda cute…”
“see? it’s ok”, reader tells him, caressing his hand with their thumb; “we’ve got lots of videos too, jack.”
jack nods, eyes flicking over to look at bean who’s chilling in their bouncer chair. he points at them, eyes narrowed with a quiet humor that’s decorated with a slight seriousness; “you”, he says; “need to stop growing so fast.”
so yeah, he’s a little distraught and has a mini existential crisis…and maybe he watches those videos of every scrunch bean every did later that night in bed while reader is fast asleep next to him. maybe his eyes are a little glossy, sue him. that’s his baby.
summary - you’ve been best-friends with craig and deran cody since you were 4 years old, your dad being one of smurf’s “business” partners helped with that. though, as you grew older, you found yourself catching feelings for the eldest cody boy, andrew. and to everyone’s surprise, he reciprocated those feelings. your relationship was one filled with a possessive type of love (mainly on pope’s behalf), and a shocking touch of softness.. well as soft as you could get in the world you were living in. so it came as a huge shock when the two of you broke up, and it became an even bigger problem when andrew got sent to prison just two days after your breakup. now, 3 years later, he’s out of prison, and as much as deran and craig try to keep him from seeing you, he always has a way to make you come crawling back.
warnings - not lore or plot accurate, canon violence, profanity, sexual jokes, age gap (about ten years, reader is around deran’s age), some characters may be a bit ooc (sorry), spoilers for animal kingdom seasons 1-4 (I need to lock in and finish the show already </3), mentions of drvgs + alcohol, mentions of past abvse, I’ll add more as I write !!
chapters..!
01. welcome back
02. hallucination
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an - I’ve been seeing soooooo many animal kingdom smaus and I was inspired to make my own !! I’m currently working on a pitt smau and other projects, so my schedule is all over the place right now, but I’ll probs get the first few chapters out later tn or tmrw !! taglist is open ofc
do i wanna know? ⟢ samira mohan x reader x jack abbot
𑣲 synopsis: you and samira have been best friends and roommates since med school. samira has been dating jack abbot, who just so happens to be your least favorite doctor in the pitt. jack and samira have decided to move in together, which leaves you without a roommate and needing to find someone to take on samira's half of the rent. while going through this process you realize you have feelings for samira and you might not actually hate jack.
𑣲 contains: black!fem!reader but anyone can read. reader uses she/her pronouns. slow burn [friends to lovers & enemies to lovers]. mutual "hate" between the reader and jack. age gap between jack and samira and the reader [the reader and samira are in their late 20s, jack is 50 years old]. lots of swearing. hidden feelings. this story is both writing & smau. the reader's sexuality is not labeled. the reader is a fourth year psychiatry resident. there will be more to come!!!
introductions
introducing.... psychiatry resident reader
introducing.... samira mohan
introducing.... jack abbot
💿playlist💿
bonus playlist: jack abbot is losing his f*cking mind
chapters
chapter one : that one friend that's too gay
chapter two: guess who's coming to dinner?
bonus chapter: jack abbot is losing his f*cking mind
author's note💌:hiii everyone!!! i am new to uploading fanfics on tumblr, so please bare with me as i figure out how to navigate the app. i am excited to share this story with you all. updates may be slow because i am in college and i will write in my free time. if you would like to be added to the tag list please lmk, so i can figure out how to do that. also my medical knowledge is very limited so please correct me if necessary!! i hope you all will enjoy!!!💕
