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⌭ shine, my love, like the sun in the sky ⌭

[ssolari]

—𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆! we belong.

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍. ❞

— this account is solari’s library.

WINE STAINED TEETH AND BLOODSHOT EYES. THINK WE'RE BOTH FUCKED UP AND THAT'S ALRIGHT.

[ VALENTINE ]  [ 20 ]  [ DOVE ]

❝ 𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐎𝐎𝐇-𝐎𝐎𝐇, 𝐎𝐎𝐇-𝐎𝐎𝐇, 𝐎𝐇.❞

[echoing-st4rs]

Look at that handsomely gorgeous mf and tell me you wouldn't start a polycule band with him

[mostlymarvelgirl]

I really miss those old avengers tower fics

1. Clint in the vents

2. Bruce and Tony in the lab... science bros

3. Cap being accused and called out by his team ... either it's the "language" or "I understood that reference"

4. Loki for some reason being imprisoned in the tower by Odin to learn humanity blah blah

5. Thor and his poptarts

6. Natasha and wanda being the bestie

7. Reader either dating Loki or Bucky

8. Fury calling out reader initially as a threat as they were an orphan who was a lineage of witches type of trope. OR reader is Tony's kid.

9. Bucky randomly becoming besties with Sam and them having their own fights.

10. Peter and Shuri becoming besties with reader

11. Maria, pepper, wanda, Natasha and reader having sleepovers.

12. Tony having a party every time after a mission. Everyone ends up trying to lift thor's hammer and reader turns out to be worthy.

13. Loki teaching reader how to use magic.

And the list goes on....

[batmans-archnemesis]

i’m tired of the smut bring back thor’s poptart addiction and clint being in the vents all the time

[keeryscupid]

YARD OF BLONDE GIRLS 𝜗ৎ JACK ABBOT

[ jeff buckley song series ]

summary : jack abbot finds out you’re a virgin and wants to be the one to take your virginity.

content warnings : age gap ( reader is 26 / jack late 40’s ), fingering, p in v, protected sex, losing virginity, riding, no mentions of y/n.

jack abbot x virgin!afab!f!reader

authors note : not proof read | guys… i need this man neowww. | reblogs && comments appreciated !

For your whole 26 years of living, you've not lost your virginity. It killed you inside every day, hearing everyone around you boast about how they're advancing in their relationships or doing things and trying new things with different people. And here you were, feeling pathetic as ever, never even making it past 1st base.

While having a chat in the breakroom with Jack, you accidentally made it very clear that you haven't lost your virginity yet. Your face was filled with embarrassment when he looked at you, shocked.

“How come a pretty girl like you hasn't lost their virginity yet?” Jack asked, his eyes looking you up and down. 

“I don't know?” You let out an awkward laugh.

Jack did that smirk that he always does, “Meet me at my car after our shift.” He winked at you before leaving the breakroom to go back to the chaos that was the Pitt.

You bit the inside of your cheeks. Why does he want to see you at his car after work? Was it because you told him you were a virgin? Was he implying that he was going to take your virginity? I mean, you wouldn't be mad if he did… he was disgustingly handsome, but you were scared shitless. 

“If this is about me saying I was still a virgin, you don't have to do this. I’m totally okay about being a virgin, I promise you it doesn't fuck with my head.” You walked up to Jack, who was leaning on his car.

“Are you sure?” He waited for a response, but you didn't give him one. “Besides, I want to do this.” He grabbed your face with his hands and kissed you like he was starving. “Only if you want me to.” His voice was low.

Shit, this was making you horny.

“Can we get in your car first?” You walked to the passenger seat. “Also, I don’t think I want my first time to be in a car.” You told him.

“I would never have sex with a girl in my car.” He started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving to his place.

“So… I’m assuming you've had experience with many other girls.” 

“Yeah, but that doesn't make me any less excited to have sex with you.” He smiled.

Your cheeks started to burn up. “You're going to be very disappointed.” Jack turned to look at you, “I could never be disappointed by you.”

God, every word that came out of his mouth was making you wet. 

It started the way it always did: making out. 

Jack’s hand traveled from your back to your neck as he kissed you, pulling you closer to him, his free hand squeezing your ass. Now and then, he’d let out a low growl.

He guided you to his bed, laying you down. “Do you want me to do this?”

You nodded your head. It was about time you lost your virginity, and the fact that it was Jack who was taking it made it a little less scary.

Jack smirked,  “You don't know how long I’ve been dreaming about having sex with you, and to take your virginity, fuck it makes me even hornier.” 

Hearing him say that made you want him inside you. “Really?” You asked endearingly. 

He nodded his head and moved his hands under your pants, circling his fingers over your clit, making you wetter than you’ve ever been. Of course, you’ve touched yourself before, but when it was someone else's hand instead of yours, it felt even better.

You moved your hips in the motion his fingers were moving, your head digging into the mattress as you arched your back. It felt so good.

“You look so beautiful.” Jack pressed his lips against yours, passionately kissing you while simultaneously pleasuring you, his fingers slipping inside you. 

You inhaled sharply, as your mouth opened, letting out a loud moan. He pumped his fingers in and out, watching you as your eyes rolled back. He picked up his pace, going faster and faster each time his fingers went in and out. 

“Fuck.” Your heart was beating rapidly. 

You were almost there until he slowed down. His fingers left your hole, leaving you begging for more.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked, watching him take off his pants and put a condom on.

“I want to fuck you so badly.” He pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties down with them. His tongue licked your clit before finding its way to your mouth. 

You could feel his cock slap against your clit before entering you. You gasped a little, tightening your hands around his biceps as he pumped in and out of you slowly.

“I want you.” He kissed your neck. “I need you.” The slow pace at which he was going quickened. 

Every part of you wanted more and more, hoping he wouldn’t stop like before. 

“I need you to ride me.” He slowed down, taking his cock out of you– leaving you yet again wanting more.

You removed your pants from your ankles as he assisted you on top of him, inserting his cock inside you.

“I don't know–”

“You got this, do what you think feels good.” He told you.

“Okay…” You slowly moved your hips back and forth, his hands assisting you. You then started lifting yourself up and down, feeling his cock go in and out. 

A groan left his mouth as he shut his eyes and let you take full control.

“Is this good?”

“Mhm.” He said quietly as his breathing quickened. 

You started going faster, leaning your hands on his stomach. You were getting the hang of it.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock hit the right place, sending you over the edge. You kept going, even though your body begged you to stop. Seconds later, a loud grunt came out of Jack’s mouth, his hands squeezing your thighs tightly.

“Shit.” He panted.

You fell to the side of him, catching your breath as your body buzzed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good ever.” You admitted. 

“Me neither.”

divider — @cursed-carmine

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[prettydaisygirl]

Us and Them

a rafe cameron zombie apocalypse au

please read: a side character guide/do i need to watch obx?

*chapter order is subject to change

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prologue: rafe and the beginning of the End ✿ chapter one: you and rafe meet at the beginning of the End of the World ✿ chapter two: reader kills her first zombie ✿ chapter three: reader gets jealous ✿ chapter four: reader gets attacked while Rafe is gone ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: reader has a realization ✿ chapter five: Rafe and reader are... friends now? ✿ chapter six: reader has a close call with a zombie ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: reader gets her period ✿ chapter seven: reader comforts Rafe after a nightmare ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: reader catches Rafe jerking off ✿ chapter eight: their first time ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: reader gets hypothermia ✿ chapter nine: the first "I love you" ✿ chapter ten: fucking in a sleeping bag to stay warm ✿ chapter eleven: reader learns her lesson ✿ chapter twelve: reader meets someone unexpected ✿ chapter thirteen: reader tells Rafe about JJ ✿ chapter fourteen: reader is completely alone now ✿ ╰┈➤bonus chapter: rafe is completely alone now ✿ chapter fifteen: the reunion ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: the first night back together ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: and what about jj? ✿ ╰┈➤bonus chapter: reader and rafe on a date ✿ chapter sixteen: the pregnancy scare chapter ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: reader stops rafe from killing jj (not really... maybe) ✿ ╰┈➤ bonus chapter: the "proposal" chapter ✿

chapter original versions

chapter one (OG version)

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AN: I am in the process of rewriting this series, because I love it more than anything and I want to expand on stuff and add more details in! And in anticipation for that, I wanted to make a new masterlist! 

© prettydaisygirl

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ . bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. bestfriend!reader x bsf!rafe pairing. name is self explanatory. manipulative tone & fake apologies.

cherie’s note — loosely based on this p!link.

your knees are bent, thighs open for him, trembling slightly from how real this feels — arms curled near your chest, lip caught anxiously between your teeth, breathing too fast for someone who's supposedly not having sex.

things had always been… complicated with you and rafe. secrets whispered in the dark, your body tucked into his bed more often than your own. he’d even taught you how to kiss — unforgivable, in hindsight. because now, whatever this was… it felt like the point of no return.

rafe kneels between your legs, stroking himself in slow, lazy pulls. deliberately. "just relax," he murmurs, voice low like he's talking you through something innocent. like this was something every best friend did — and you could definitely be convinced of such when it was him doing the talking. "i'm not gonna put it in. i told you."

he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. the squelch that bounces off the walls is unmistakable, a clear indicator of just how much you wanted this, despite the way your pulse raced. you jump at the first pass and he smiles — quick, hidden, gone before you even get the chance to look at him.

"how're you this worked up already?" he teases under his breath, more to himself than to you. "barely even touching you."

you squirm underneath him, embarrassed. "you're... rubbing on me..."

"mhm." he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision — though his mind is anything but soft. not with you, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide like a prey caught in a trap. his trap.

you gasp, a soft sound that shoots up his spine — and that's when he lets the tip catch you. not fully. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the thick head of his cock breaches the tightness of your cunt, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.

"sorry," he breaths, pretending to pull back. "didn't mean— you're so warm, and wet. hard to aim."

you believe him immediately, like you always do, nodding. your cheeks burn, "it's okay. just... just be careful."

"i am," he promises, thumb stroking the soft skin of your knee. "i got you."

except he keeps doing it. that same slow glide, catching on you again, the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly accidental. each time, you make this soft, strangled sound that goes straight to his cock.

"you okay?" he murmurs.

you nod quickly, swallowing away at the nerves. "it just feels... weird."

"good weird?"

you nod again — and the way you do it, wide-eyed and trusting, makes him exhale shakily.

he strokes himself harder, a little faster, hips following the rhythm. the spongy tip of his cock keeps bumping and sliding against your slit with every pass, the feeling so dizzying you swear you could see stars. your slick coats his hand, helping the slick grip glide effortlessly against himself — makes everything sloppy and hot and impossible for him to 'aim'.

rafe swears he can lose himself in the sight of you alone. swears he'd give anything to see this everyday — you, eyes glassy and blinking slow, completely fucked-out and trembling under his guidance. so vulnerable. so trusting. pliant, too — keeping your thighs perched open enough to allow him the space he demands, without having to be asked.

you force a tiny breath out, shaky and full of shame, and he rewards you by rolling the head down again. and this time, when it catches, it sinks just a little deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly fully open. enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know.

he freezes. not really. just enough to pretend he's surprised.

"shit," he mutters, voice going hoarse. "that—that was deeper than i meant. m'sorry, baby."

and despite his apology, he stays there a beat too long — buried millimeters inside of your warm heat, throbbing. he pulls out slowly, letting a slick string stretch between where he’d previously pushed inside of you.

your heart jumps into your throat, "it's okay, ray," you whisper quickly, like you don't want him to feel bad. "was just an accident, right?"

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[starlord-s]

“how am i supposed to work in these conditions?” you say to dana, hand in your palm as you practically drool over the night shift attending in his black scrubs. “this is why i never work the night shift.”

dana chuckles to herself as she types on her computer, “honey, you have it bad.”

“it isn’t my fault that he looks like that on a normal day,” you tell her. “and the ED air doesn’t impact him.”

she shakes her head as she looks over her monitor at you, “can you hurry things along and fuck him so you can stop pining?”

“dana!” you exclaim. “i am a woman of virtue!”

“you’re so such thing,” she logs off her computer and busies herself with checking the board. “the day you ask out jack abbot, we’ll all know peace.”

you open your mouth to say something, but she’s already gone. you turn back to where abbot is standing talking to robby, and you have to look away before he notices you staring at his arms.

“girl,” santos walks over to you. “you need to be put down.”

“i’m sorry for ovulating!” you hiss. “working in the ED while you’re ovulating should be a form of torture. i don’t even know why he’s here, he’s two hours early for his shift.”

“he did a SWAT shift,” she tells you. “came in with a GSW victim.”

“fuck off,” you look at her in horror. “i missed him in uniform?”

santos snorts, “like i said. you need to be put down.”

[i-love-ptv]

when i’m reading a fic n see something along the lines of “suddenly you feel nauseous and you run to the bathroom, where you drop in front of the toilet and start retching.”

[cryonme]

i'm loving your Jack angst fics like obsessed! could you maybe do smth with an established relationship and age gap, like early 30s-late 20s ish. reader's always wanted children but assumes because of his age and maybe comments he's made to robby that jack doesn't want any children. so reader tries to ignore their feelings, be happy with just jack, but it leads them to withdrawing and no longer being all sunshine yk, so there's an angsty confrontation? perhaps reader assumes jack will break up with them because of it? idk, you have free reign, love your works!!

thank you for requesting! and thank you even more for your patience as I know it took me a while to get to this!

send me a request! (check guidelines first!)

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“Sweetheart?”

Your finger was tucked into baby Jane Doe’s grip, soft tears welling in your eyes as she cooed up at you.

Jack had spent too much time pretending not to notice.

You had withdrawn, so much. You were usually a bright light in the ED, known to be able to get just about anyone to smile or open up, even after losing a patient or a rough reprimand from Dr Robby. But lately, it’s like someone snubbed out the wick in your candle. You basically haunted the halls of the Pitt like a ghost, only picking up triage or helping whoever was behind on triage, seeming dull and depleted. You assured Jack, multiple times, that you were fine. Just tired, on your period, a little under the weather, but it’s gotten to be so long, Jack wasn’t buying the excuses any longer.

The usual solace, had turned into someone everyone tried to avoid.

Truth was, you were aching. Your heart was cracking bit by bit in your chest, shards of glass embedded so deeply into your flesh it was hard to breathe. You loved Jack, more than life, you loved him. But there was something, deep in your heart that longed for more. That longed for a family and a house full of children, and you were waiting for a good time to bring it up, ask Jack how he felt about that, when you overheard him in a conversation with Dr Robby about baby Jane Doe.

“You ever want one of those?”

“God, Robby. I’d be geriatric by the time the kid graduated high school.”

Your heart sank when you heard it, and you should’ve known. Jack was getting older, and wanted to get to the part of his life where he could relax. A baby would ruin all of it. You told yourself you were being ungrateful, that you should be happy with just Jack, life with him was more than enough. But the desperation chipped away at your heart until it was raw and vulnerable and now you just felt dull.

Numb.

“Make it quick.” You sighed, not looking up from the little baby in front of you.

“What?”

Jack walked further into the room, clad in camo pants and heavy boots, and a fitted tee shirt that would drive you crazy literally any other day but today.

“If you’re gonna leave me. Please, just make it quick.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, not trusting it to not betray you.

Jack just stood, hands in his pockets as he watched you with the baby, eyes full of fondness and heartbreak, and suddenly everything started to fall into place.

“Honey, that’s not what’s happening here.”

“I’ve been irritable, withdrawn, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Jack sighed and hung his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“Baby-“

“Please, don’t.”

“You think I would just leave you while you’re in pain?”

“Everyone else does!”

Your voice raised as you pulled your hand away from the baby, secretly thankful she didn’t start to cry at your outburst.

“Maybe we should talk somewhere else-“

“I don’t want to leave her!”

“Honey…”

“Everyone’s treating me like a basket case! Avoiding me like the plague! After everything I do for everyone, what did I do to deserve that?!”

You were facing the wall now, fingers tangled into your hair as you struggled with breath.

“Oh…” Jack was quick to cross the room to you, spinning you around to face him, his hands framing the sides of your face.

“Come here.”

He pulled you into him and you didn’t have enough fight left in you to struggle, falling into him and nearly crying from relief of the feeling of being in his hold.

“I want a baby, Jack.” The metaphorical dam holding back your tears broke, and Jack’s shirt immediately dampened right where your eyes rested against the material.

He was about to say something, but you continued.

“And I know you don’t want one and I know I’ve been a bitch so you can leave me-“

Jack gripped you tighter, “You gotta stop with all this ‘leavin me’ talk, breakin’ my heart. And don’t call my girl names like that.” He kissed the top of your head.

“And who said I don’t want a baby with you, hm?”

You sniffled, “I heard you talking to Robby…”

Jack could recall the exact conversation. He peeled your body off of his and you shuddered at the loss of contact, his eyes bore into yours.

“Did you hear what I said after?”

You shook your head.

Jack smiled.

“It would all be worth it if I got to have a baby with her eyes.”

[amandamariee]

jack abbot fic recs (my military doctor husband)

scar tissue by @inlovewithquestionablecharacters

rumors by @yawnlovescookies

lost and found by @zivistardust

↳ i gave it to her by @/zivistardust

in the way by @mehchuis

a little old for you by @thesewordsareallihavetogive

emergency contact by @imaginesofwonder

plenty of fish by @katchamb3rs

place your bets by @theadventuresoftheunknown

doc, i think she's crashing out by @softundermoonlight

after hours by @abbotafterhours

night shift by @lilyswritings

coming around again by @lovebugism

nanny by @bitters-n-sweets

honesty is the best policy by @moondustfairies

prove you wrong by @cryonme

is this it by @lovableapocalypse

cologne and money by @relaxdiva

don''t worry by @abbots-go-bag

she's my wife by @petalsforjoy

call me by @butyoudidthis4what

these walls have eyes by @asxgard

the night shift by @betonlosingdogs

this fic by @belleeebelleee

let me take care of you by @voidsagent

↳ 10 things i hate about you by @/voidsagent

↳ tiny hands by @/voidsagent

a side of sweetness by @i-love-hozier

tuesday by @notyourlovemonkey

emergency contact by @kalila

busy bee by @mercvry-glow

cry into him by @richeeduvie

too sweet by @pencil-n-pen

↳ you've ruined my life by@/pencil-n-pen

distance by @s-writing-s

where the hell is my husband by @imaginesofwonder

↳ happily married by @/imaginesofwonder

married? by @yawnlovescookies

on me by @snoopysupe

kisses and made up by @targaryenluvs

[imaginesofwonder]

Happily Married - Jack Abbot x Reader

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader

WC: 2.4k

Summary: You’re a new ED doctor who wears a fake wedding ring to keep patients from flirting, but your observant colleague Jack notices and wants more.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts, I've been sick. This work is all mine, and proofread by Grammarly.

Masterlist

No two days in the emergency department were ever the same.

Some nights were quiet, with only a couple of patients coming in with fevers or coughs. Other nights were utterly chaotic, ambulances rolling in back-to-back, alarms blaring, doctors and nurses moving like a storm through the hallways.

But one thing never seemed to change: the patients who thought the emergency department was the perfect place to find a date.

You learned that lesson after just a week of working in the ED.

It didn’t matter if someone had a broken arm or had suffered a heart attack; some men still found the energy to wink, grin, or make comments that made your skin crawl while you were trying to work. Sometimes it was harmless. Most of the time, it wasn’t. And there was no running away when you were their doctor.

So you developed a plan.

When you transferred to PTMC and started working the night shift, the solution became routine. You weren’t married. But a simple ring on your finger changed everything.

It wasn’t flashy, just a simple silver brand that lived on your left hand whenever you had to work a shift. Most people assumed it was a wedding ring from a happy marriage, and you let them think that. In reality, it had cost ten dollars from an online store.

But it worked.

Some patients would never see you as their doctor, someone who had spent years in med school at the top of their class. Instead, they only saw a pretty woman standing close enough to flirt with.

However, when was there a ring on your finger? Suddenly, you were someone’s wife.

So the comments stopped. The winks. The “you got a boyfriend?” question. Everything disappeared. Apparently, being someone’s wife made you off-limits in a way that simply saying no never did. Like you were someone else’s property, it made them hesitate. Stupid, but the logic worked, so the ring stayed.

If any of your new co-workers noticed it, they never mentioned it or just assumed the obvious. Except Jack.

Jack Abbot noticed everything around him.

It was a habit from years as an army medic and now attending in one of the busiest emergency departments in the city. Jack didn’t just see charts and symptoms. He saw the small things, the way someone held their shoulder, the slight limp in their step, the tremor in their hand.

And he noticed your ring. Not only because he was staring, but also because it was always there. You had a habit of twisting it when charting. It tapped against the counter when you were thinking. It left a bump under your gloves. It was a small detail, but Jack’s brain catalogued it anyway.

You were still new, and the few details that Jack knew about you had him intrigued: married, new to the hospital and worked well under pressure. And then there was something else he couldn't quite place, the pull he felt towards you.

This night shift had started like any other, chaos in bursts but slowed at times. You were tucked into your usual rhythm, moving between patients, checking vitals and charting. 

It wasn’t until the trauma phone went off that it paused your movements.

“Level two trauma, motor vehicle collision," Lena shouted as she answered the call. “Five minutes out.”

Your adrenaline spiked, and Jack was already moving, tablet in one hand, gloves snapping as he prepped for the incoming patient. You were paired on this trauma together, moving almost instinctively as a team.

The patient arrived bloodied, unconscious, and chest rattling with each forced breath. You slid the IV line into the patient’s arm while Jack called out instructions for the rest of the team. 

Jack’s eyes were everywhere at once, vitals, monitors, and the team's movement, but his gaze happened to flick across your hand. And that's when he noticed. Your ring. It wasn’t there.

A small detail that others would have overlooked, but made him pause for a fraction of a  second. A movement he couldn't afford in a place like this. He didn’t realize until now how much he had noticed it, how automatic it was to look at you during shifts and see that silver band wrapped around your finger. Tonight, it was nowhere to be found.

Jack quickly turned his focus back on the patient, but the details lingered in his mind.

Minutes passed in a blur of intubation, transfusion, chest compressions, and desperate interventions. Despite the skill and precision of the team, the injuries were too severe.

The patient coded. The monitor went flat. Time of death was announced.

You stepped back, heart sinking, and Jack’s hand went to your shoulder, not to blame, but to ground you as the weight of loss pressed down on the team. Sometimes, despite doing everything right, it wasn’t enough.

By the end of the shift, the ED was quieter than usual. The hum of machines, the footsteps of staff cleaning up, and the weight of loss hung heavy in the air. Jack glanced at you while filling the final chart, noticing that your finger remained bare.

“Are you going out too?” He asked. Shen had suggested that everyone go out for a drink to cope, and no one seemed to argue.

“Yeah… I could really use a drink.” Your hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly.

Jack’s gaze lingered on you, a mixture of concern and something softer, harder to define. “Yeah… me too,” he muttered. The unspoken weight between you decided for you.

There was a bar a few blocks down from the hospital where everyone gathered after shifts. It was louder than usual for a weekday, the low thrum of music and conversation filling up the air. It had discounted drinks and dim lighting, a place where no one asked the doctors or nurses what had just happened when it looked like they had been through hell. 

Jack was sitting in a booth near the back with John, nursing a half-finished beer. His scrubs had been swapped for a dark jacket, but exhaustion still lined his face.

John exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. “Hell of a shift.”

Jack nodded once, staring at the condensation on his bottle. “Yeah.” Silence followed, heavy but not awkward. The burden of the night weighed on him.

His eyes drifted across the bar and landed on you. You were on a stool near the counter, chatting with one of the nurses, a drink in hand. Your laugh was softer than usual, slower, the kind that came from alcohol loosening the edges of the hard night.

His gaze dropped to your hand once again.

Still no ring.

“Hey,” John said, standing and grabbing his empty bottle. “I’m getting another. Want one?”

Jack lifted his bottle slightly. “I’m good.”

John nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

Jack leaned back in the booth, letting his eyes wander again. They found you on your way over, movement slightly unsteady, yet deliberate.

“Hey, Doc,” you muttered, sliding into the seat across from him, sighing softly as your forearms rested on the table.

“You okay?” he asked immediately. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to see his coworkers like this after a shift, but he still wondered if this was normal for you.

You huffed out a small laugh that didn’t sound very amused. “Define okay.”

Jack didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied you, the tired eyes, the way your shoulders slumped, the weight of the night still sitting on you.

“Rough one,” he said finally.

Your gaze dropped to the table. “Yeah.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the bar filled the silence.

“I kinda like this part,” you admitted quietly.

Jack tilted his head slightly. “The bar?”

You shrugged, tracing the rim of your glass with your finger. “Yeah… not why we’re here, exactly. But the team gets together. Feels… lighter. Less like you’re carrying it alone.”

He softened. He’d seen too many new doctors burn out trying to carry everything. He understood.

“At my last hospital,” you continued, your voice a little looser from the alcohol. “Everyone just… went home. Pretended nothing happened. But here you guys carry the wins and the losses together.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It helps.”

You nodded, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took another sip. Even in your tiredness, there was a warmth to you now.

For a second, Jack just studied you again. The way the tension slowly left your posture. The way you still looked tired but lighter now that the shift was behind you.

Then his eyes drifted back down to your hand. Bare,

He hesitated before speaking. “So… everything alright at home?”

You blinked up at him. “At home?”

Jack nodded subtly toward your hand. “You usually wear a ring.”

You stared at him, surprised. Then laughed, soft, tipsy, a little embarrassed. “Oh my god… alright, I’ll let you in on a secret.”

Jack’s brow lifted.

“What?”

You held up your hand, wiggling your fingers slightly.

“It’s fake,” You leaned back in the booth a little, clearly amused. 

“…Your ring is fake?”

You nodded, taking another sip of your drink before explaining. “Patients, some of them get… handys. Especially at night. You say no, you ignore them, but it doesn't always work.”

Jack’s jaw tightened slightly. Yeah. He’d seen that.

“So I bought a ring,” you continued, tapping your bare finger. “Ten dollars online. Suddenly, I’m someone’s wife. The flirting stops. It’s like magic. Stupid, but it works.”

Jack studied you quietly for a moment. It wasn’t the confession itself that caught his attention; it was the way you said it so casually, as you’d simply adapted to the world instead of letting it push you out of a job you clearly loved. 

“That’s… actually pretty clever,” he admitted.

You grinned. “Right?”

Jack’s gaze lingered, softer now. “So the husband doesn’t exist.”

“Nope.”

Jack smiled into his drink, a warmth threading through him. Somehow, hearing this made him admire you more.

“Well,” he said casually, taking another sip of his beer, “if you’re going to invent a husband…”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by where this was going.

“…you should at least give the guy a decent name.”

You laughed softly. “Oh yeah?” you asked. “What would you name him then?”

Jack pretended to think about it for a moment, leaning back in the booth.

“Hm.”

Your eyes narrowed playfully. His gaze met yours, something teasing sparking there.

“Jack,” he said.

You blinked.

“Jack?”

He shrugged lightly, a small grin forming.

“Sounds reasonable.”

You stared at him for a second before laughing, the sound warmer this time.

“Wow,” you said. “That’s bold.”

Jack lifted his bottle slightly, clearly enjoying himself now.

“Just saying,” he replied. “If you’re going to make up a fake husband, you might as well pick a good one.”

You shook your head, still smiling into your drink.

“Careful, Abbot,” you said lightly. “People might start to think you’re volunteering.”

Jack’s eyes stayed on you a moment longer than necessary.

“Would that be so bad?” he asked quietly.

The question hung between you for a beat before the noise of the bar swallowed it again.

The next shift felt strangely normal after the night before. 

Did you drunkenly flirt with a fellow attending? Yes, but did you regret it? Nope.

The ED hummed with its usual controlled chaos; it almost felt strange that the world kept moving after a shift like that. You were currently charting at the nurses’ station, twisting the silver band on your finger without really thinking about it.

“Nice to see your husband’s back.”

You looked up. Jack was leaning against the counter across from you, tablet tucked under his arm, the corner of his mouth curved in that quiet, knowing smile.

“Oh my god,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Are you really going to start with that today?”

“Of course,” he said, a small, confident grin tugging at his lips. “I’m hoping to get an audition to play him.”

You blinked at him, half amused, half exasperated.

“What?” you said, lifting an eyebrow.

“If you’re going to invent a husband,” he continued, voice low and teasing, “someone has to audition for the role. And I think I’d be perfect.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, maybe,” he admitted, “ but if I'm going to audition for the role properly.. I should probably take my lovely wife out… maybe for dinner or coffee sometime. To make sure I'm playing the part right.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the smoothness of it. “Jack Abbot, are you asking me out on a date?

Jack’s grin widened, confident but teasing. “Call it a test run. Coffee after shift, and I can show you my best husband skills.”

You felt a blush creep up your neck and laughed softly, shaking your head. “I… Yes, that sounds perfect.”

“Good, I’ll see you later, wifey.” With that, Jack left the nurses' station, heading into a patient room.

Your chest tightened, heart beating faster. Somehow, the chaos of the ED and the fake ring felt far away. Jack Abbot had made something pretend feel achingly real.

[dixonlvr]

Older husband Jack +18⋆˚꩜

CW: +18, mentions of riding, oral, semi-public, playing doctor.

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Older husband Jack who has low stamina, so when he fucks you it always starts with him on top but after one orgasm you have to get on top of him. You don’t mind it though, you love how he looks underneath you.

Older husband Jack who loves eating you out, it is his favorite part. He loves burying his face into your plush cunt, inhaling the scent of your curls and eating you out like a starved man. He genuinely can get off just by your taste alone.

Older husband Jack who loves when you ride him, burying his face into your tits or the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet sweaty scent, helping you bounce by holding your ass tightly.

Older husband Jack who loves when you don’t shave, liking to twirl his fingers into your curls, but he will never tell you to shave or not shave, it’s up to you and he will love it either way.

Older husband Jack who loves it when you’re vocal with what you want him to do to you.

Older husband Jack who finds it hot when you grind on him and whimper into his ear, biting and licking it.

Older husband Jack who gets turned on by you just kissing him, he always feels like a teenager when he’s making out with you.

Older husband Jack who sometimes enjoys to go to the bar with you and let you get handsy with him under the table.

Older husband Jack who loves to play doctor and “examine” you.

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[se7entyrell]

thinking about vice president jack abbot doing naked yoga.

Jack is endlessly lucky that the Naval Observatory sits out of view of the main road. If it didn't, he'd be treating Washington DC to quite the eyeful this morning.

You'd woken up to an empty bed on your first day off in a month. Frowning, you'd grabbed the first shirt you found (Jack's Dartmouth tee), and padded out to the landing. "Jack? Oh-"

Naked as the day he was born, Jack Abbot is currently in a side plank, facing towards the window.

"Hey, honey," He replies, barely flinching. As if this is a totally normal sight - one of the most powerful men in the world, with little dignity left. "Care to join?"

"Not really how I'd envisioned my day off, if I'm being honest," You murmur, leaning against the doorframe. "I think I'd rather just watch."

"Like the view?"

"If I say yes, you're not allowed to be big-headed about it-"

"Too late." Jack shoots you a crooked grin over his shoulder.

"Okay, well... I will be back in bed, in nothing but your old college shirt. If you'd rather spend time there, then you know where to find me." You turn on your heel, and begin the walk to the primary bedroom.

You can't fight the grin as you hear footsteps sounding behind you, before Jack's arms wrap around your middle, sweeping you off your feet. "Jack!"

"You said you were going to bed," He punctuates each word with a kiss. "M'just helping."

[eloiscbridgerton]

THE PITT 1.08 // 2.08

[enabuns]

After *that* conversation, Whitaker tries to go back to work 🥸

[enabuns]

Becca offered to bring Dr. Langdon Mel's diary for additional "family history" 🥴