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Who's the mighty warrior? [ANGST & DOMESTIC FICS | +18]

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Hii peachesss!! Was wondering how you’ve been? Doing anything fun recently? Any new works?

Don’t forget to take breaks, eat a snack (or a whole meal), and drink some water!! 🍓🎀🌸

hiii <3 work has kept me very busy these days, but I had a movie marathon yesterday and I'm working on some request rn 😌 i got like 4 to post

ALSO I think i'm gonna start a new abbot or langdon fic with 4-5 chapters but It's just an idea from a request hehe

how are your days going?? don't forget to take care of yourself too 🫶🏻

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN81Mhjcs/ this made me think of your diabetic reader series with her and Jack’s cat 😂😂

totally 😭😭😭 and them teaching the cat not to touch it

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He is so.... huge with muscles

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Imagine Abbot calling his girlfriend beautiful all the time like it's his favorite nickname for her !!! I'd be so whipped

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Sensor change

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x diabetic!reader Warning: glucose sensor change, minor bleeding. Summary: Jack helps his girlfriend change her glucose sensor.

A/N this is so domestic I want to cry Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes. more diabetic!reader fics

The room was quiet until a persistent alarm on your phone started blaring. You were asleep, and, being a heavy sleeper, the alarm had already been ringing for almost two hours.

When your body finally decided to react, you groaned, burying your face in the pillow to escape the noise. Sleepily, you realized it was your glucose sensor, the "Sensor Expired" alert.

Before you could muster the strength to turn over and go change it, the bedroom door opened.

Jack came in, completely exhausted after a long shift, but his expression softened as soon as he saw you. He came to your side and silenced your phone alarm.

"Morning, beautiful" he leaned down to press a kiss to your jaw. "Sensor change?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, blinking open your sleep crusted eyes. "I forgot it was hitting the fifteen day mark today."

Jack chuckled softly, his thumb gently tracing your cheekbone. "Do you want me to do it?"

"Would you mind?"

"I’ll get your kit."

He knew the routine by heart now.

When he returned a moment later, he had the gray zippered pouch containing your supplies, along with a fresh alcohol wipe and the box of the new sensor.

You sat up half asleep in bed, pulling off expired sensor. He sat on the edge of the bed, took his shoes and prosthetic off and then climbed in behind you, leaning against the headboard and gently pulling you back until your body rested on his.

"Don't you have to change and take care of your leg?" you murmured and he kissed your shoulder.

"I'll do it later. I want to do this first."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to, love."

"Okay," you whispered, stroking your forehead as a slight discomfort from not having slept enough appeared.

"Which arm?" he asked, opening the alcohol wipe.

"Left," you muttered, shifting your weight so your upper arm was easily accessible to him.

"Alright. This may be cold." The cool sting of the alcohol wipe gave your skin goosebumps. He wiped the back of his hand across the area in circular motion, ensuring it was clean. "How did your numbers look overnight? Did you stay steady?"

"A little high around two, but it came back down," you murmured, your eyes drifting shut again.

"Good." He put down the wipe and turned to the bedside table, picked up the plastic applicator, and assembled it with a click that usually made you a little tense. When he turned back to you, Jack noticed a slight tension in your shoulders. He lowered his free hand to your waist and gently stroked it. "Relax for me."

Jack was no stranger to needles or medical devices, but he always handled your diabetes with an extra care. At home, with you, he was very gentle.

He positioned the applicator against the back of your left arm, finding the usual spot where you apply it.

"Deep breath in," he whispered against your hair.

You inhaled, and there was a sharp click.

You winced at the sting. Jack was already pressing his fingers over the fresh adhesive, holding it firmly against your skin to make sure it stuck, just like you always did.

He left the applicator on the nightstand and as he looked down to admire his handywork, his brow furrowed. A tiny bead of red was blooming right through the center of the sensor.

"Hold on, love," he murmured. "We’ve got a little bleeder."

You sighed, too exhausted. "It’s fine, it happens sometimes. Just let it sit."

"I know, I know," Jack said softly, but he was already moving. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a clean tissue from the box next to the bed.

He applied pressure over the center of the sensor with the tissue.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, you nodded as he kept the pressure steady. "Is it a sharp pain, or just the usual pinch?"

"Just the usual," you mumbled. "Probably just hit a little capillary."

"Yeah, looks like it," he agreed, his thumb rubbing comforting caresses on your skin. He held the pressure for a solid minute, waiting patiently until he was certain the bleeding had stopped. When he pulled the tissue away, it was clean. He wiped up the tiny smudge of red from the plastic rim. "There. All clean. Looks like it’s going to hold just fine."

He picked up your phone from the nightstand and opened the app, holding the phone over the new device on your arm until it notificated it was working.

"Alright, it's scanning," Jack murmured. "Sixty minutes until it activates. I'll keep an eye on it."

He set the phone back down, face up so he could see the countdown. Then pulled you into his arms, sinking deep into the pillows and drawing the heavy duvet back over both of you. His arms wrapping securely around you.

"Baby, your leg."

"Ignore it, I will do it later." he whispered as he kissed the skin just beneath your ear.

"You should get comfortable. You know it's going to bother you later."

"I am comfortable with you against me." He followed it with another kiss to your neck. "Sleep, beautiful. Don't worry about me."

With the comforting rise and fall of Jack's chest against your back, you let yourself drift off, completely safe in his arms for the hour ahead.

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telling andrew to send you a picture so you know that he’s okay and he’s where he says he is.

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[SCREAMS]

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Atta girl

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Nurse!Reader Warnings: fluff, suggestive themes (teasing, kissing) workplace proximity, secret relationship. Summary: the tension between you and Dr. Abbot is anything but a series of distracting looks that leads to a fake emergency in an empty exam room.

ER was unusually quiet tonight. You were leaning against the nurse's station when you felt a familiar gaze from across the room.

Jack was standing by the trauma bay doors, conferring with a resident. He didn't look up but you knew his focus was split. It always was.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced around, no patients in immediate distress, and pulled it out.

Dr. Abbot 😷❤️: Could you stop looking at me like that during shifts? Dr. Abbot 😷❤️: Too goddamn distracting

You bit your lip to hide a smirk.

You: no clue what you’re talking about

From across the department, you saw Jack’s head tilt slightly. The set of his shoulders changed, a subtle tension bleeding into his posture.

Dr. Abbot 😷❤️: Is one of those days, isn't it? Who taught you to be so annoying?

You catched his eye for just a fraction of a second: a playful challenge.

You: you did 😇

Jack let out a short breath that might have been a laugh if he weren't in a hospital. He tucked his phone away, but not before sending one final message that made your heart do a little flip.

Dr. Abbot 😷❤️: Atta girl, want to learn something new?

As he passed you to grab a fresh clipboard, his arm brushed yours, lingering seconds longer than necessary.

"Patient in Room 10 needs a central line," he said, his voice professional, though the look in his eyes was anything but. "I’ll need you to assist."

"Of course," you replied, your tone mock-serious. "Wouldn't want you getting... distracted."

Jack paused, his jaw tightening as he fought back a grin. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur meant only for your ears. "Keep it up and you’ll be the one doing the double shift paperwork tonight."

"Is that a threat, Dr. Abbot?"

"Fuck, get to Room 10," he muttered.

The door to Room 4 clicked shut, cutting off the distant chaos of the ER. The room was empty.

You turned to Jack, an eyebrow arched. "Really?"

Jack didn’t answer with words. He dropped the clipboard onto the exam table and bridged the gap between you in two strides. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your scrubs as he backed you against the cool surface of the wall.

"I told you," he murmured, his voice being a tone that made your legs weak, "you were being distracting."

"I was doing my job," you challenged, though your breath hitched as his thumb traced the line of your hip. "Maybe the great Dr. Abbot just has poor focus."

"My focus is exactly where it needs to be, doll."

He didn't give you a chance to retort. Jack leaned in, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss. It wasn't the slow kiss of a first date; it was a desperate release.

You melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest to bunch the fabric of his scrub top, pulling him closer. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightening as he slanted his lips over yours, deep and demanding.

He pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing hard in the quiet room. His eyes were dark, searching yours with intensity.

"Better?" you whispered, your voice shaky.

Jack let out a rough laugh, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "Not even close. But it'll have to get me through the next hours."

He stepped back, regaining his professional face as if he hadn't just been losing his mind kissing you.

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[shadeofpeach]

Warm mornings

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x girlfriend!reader Warnings: none, pure fluff. Summary: Your skin against his is exactly what Jack needs to wash away a brutal shift.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.

The quiet of the apartment at seven in the morning was always a blessing after a hard shift. And today was monday. Meaning you didn't have to start your day early. Meaning Jack didn't have to crawl into a cold bed to crash alone; it meant he got you.

Jack walked into the bedroom. The blinds were drawn, keeping the room dark. And there you were, buried beneath a nest of blankets, completely dead to the world.

Sitting on bed, Jack set his prosthetic leg aside, rubbing the residual limb for a brief second and then quickly stripped off his clothes until he was just in his boxers.

The air in the room was cool, but as Jack slid under the duvet, he was instantly met with a radiating heat.

You stirred, letting out a sleepy mumble.

"Jack...?" you breathed, voice raspy with sleep.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered. "Come here."

You instinctively shifted closer, seeking out his touch.

Jack kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him.

You draped an arm over his bare chest, your forehead pressing right against his body.

He rested his chin on the top of your head, his hand slowly tracing the curve of your shoulder and then your back. His thumb brushed over your shoulder blade, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing.

"You're so warm," Jack murmured, his lips brushing against your hair as he smiled. "And so soft. All I need."

After that, his hand slid down to your thigh. His fingers gently squeezed your warm skin, a sigh escaping him as he pulled your leg up and draped it over his hip. He drew you even closer, tucking your body tightly against his, so there was absolutely no space left between you.

You let out a soft hum at the sudden closeness, your fingers lightly curling into his nape, intertwining them with his curls.

"Missed you, handsome," you mumbled sleepy into his neck.

"Missed you too, doll," he whispered back, feeling your body relax heavily against his, leaving caresses on your leg.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent and letting his mind completely relax.

With you wrapped securely in his arms, the stress of the shift faded.

Jack had a few precious hours before your alarm would finally go off, and he intended to spend every minute of them right here, holding you.

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[shadeofpeach]

Genuine question, you write diabetes in your fics so good!! Are you diabetic yourself?

hii thank you :) yesss, I've been diabetic for over 20 years, so the fics are based on things that I have knowledge of

[sammy-bryant]

SHAWN HATOSY as SAMMY BRYANT Southland S04E06 "Integrity Check"

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Does he need a kiss

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SHAWN HATOSY as DAN SULLIVAN Street Kings 2: Motor City (2011)

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When i want to send ideas or a request, i always look for the right person, and i was literary thinking so hard to try to remember a certain fic and the blogs name. And i found out that it's you!! I love all the fic you made that i have read, amazing!!

ohh thank you so much for reading my work <3🥹

feel free to send ideas!! (If you've already sent it and I didn't answer it I promise I'm working on it)

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OOOH OOOH REQUEST!!! Wait hear me out girl…

What if it was like diabetic reader but they were like a teen (15/16ish) and they were like jack or Robby’s kid or something and they were brought into the Pitt because they passed out in school from a really low blood sugar, maybe they like fell and twisted their ankle or something for ✨extra drama✨ Idk you choose ❤️❤️

drama + diabetic reader, you have my attention 🙂‍↕️ I did it but with a hyperglycemia case, enjoy it! 🫶🏻

read it here: 450 mg/dL ; we’re a team

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Hi friend!! I was wondering if I could request a story where Jack has a teen daughter and shes a little embarrassed about having hyperglycemia and it creates some issues with school and she ends up passing out at school and brought to PTMC

Thanks for the amazing stories!!!

Hiii thanks for the idea! I adapted it to a fic where his teen daughter is embarrassed/annoyed about dealing with her diabetes in public, I hope you like it 🫶🏻

read it here: 450 mg/dL ; we’re a team