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Started a new job recently and ohmygod im literally just Mel from The Pitt for real. Awkward and way too happy to be there.
And lowkey there’s been some girls/people who just haven’t been nice to me. Will straight up ignore me when talking to them or asking them something. Would love a fic where this happens to a nurse reader and Jack keeps them company or helps them out. SIGHHHHH Where is my Jack Abbot?
DESCRIPTION: How your boyfriend Jack takes care of you when you have intense PMS, and then, of course, your period.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k (a little longer blurb)
WARNINGS: Established!Relationship. Hurt/comfort. Reader has a period. Bit of a crybaby/emotional reader. PMS symptoms- hormonal emotions, cramping, all the fun stuff. Fluff!
NOTES: This was supposed to be much shorter and then I kinda just kept yapping.
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Jack knew his girlfriend was a very capable woman. She was a rockstar when it came to work and helping take care of the house with Jack. She took care of herself and sometimes even him when he was in his phases of overworking himself. He felt that she could do anything she set her mind to.
He knew that she tried not to make a very big deal of her periods. Tried to be casual about it… But he also knew she was really suffering the week before and during. At first, he couldn’t understand why she would go through phases of crying at everything and napping most of the day. But then he started to sense the pattern. For a week, once a month. Duh. He couldn’t believe it took him, a doctor, that long to realize his girlfriend had intense PMS.
So he started slowly testing things. Incorporating things to help her out. Making sure to dote on her a little more. And for the most part, it seemed to work.
Though this month was a little different. She’d already been stressed. With some big life events recently, she had so many mixed emotions she was processing. And on top of it being the second to last week of the month, Jack could put two and two together. So, as much as he hated the sight, he wasn’t very surprised to find her in bed, curled up and sniffling.
He gently sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
“Sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
She wiped her eyes, “Nothing. I’m just… PMSing. I’m being a crybaby.”
He shook his head, reaching out to squeeze her blanketed thigh.
“Hey. It could be hormonal, but that doesn’t mean you’re not feeling it.”
She hiccuped, and her face crumpled at how sweet he was. Thank god, she was dating a real man. Not only a real man. But a doctor.
“It’s just… I’ve been on the go so much the past week without any break. And my back has been hurting so bad. And I’ve been so exhausted for so long that I’m scared that I’m gonna be like this forever. Also! I’m starving all the time. I feel like I could eat an entire freaking grocery store.” She explained.
Now, he knew she was stuck in her head because she hadn’t been ‘exhausted for so long’. Probably more in the past few days since her hormone levels started fluctuating. But he wasn’t going to point that out.
“I’m sorry. Can you take today off to rest?”
She shook her head.
“No. It’s my day off, so I gotta do laundry, pick up around here, and start meal prepping-”
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I’m perfectly capable of doing all of that, too.” He reassured, “I’m not completely useless. Just a little bit.” He winked.
That made her laugh because Jack was the opposite of useless. He was capable. Sturdy. Supportive.
Before she could say anything, he squeezed her leg again.
“I’m gonna get you some ibuprofen for the backache. Then we can snack and take a nap. While you rest, I can move your laundry, okay?”
“Are you sure?”
He leaned down and started to plant kisses on the side of her forehead. Letting his lips trace down her temple and to her cheek, he murmured, “Always sure.”
She turned her head to kiss him on the lips and let out a soft smile. His eyes lit with relief.
“There she is. I’ll be right back.”
A week later, when her actual period came, she had been anticipating it. The whole morning, she had been cramping badly. It was worse than usual. She went into the kitchen to grab some coffee and gripped the countertop. It felt as if someone was twisting her insides. Part of her was anxious that something was wrong. That maybe something burst or twisted. But she also knew she’d probably be on the floor screaming if that were true. She bent over and put her head on the countertop, nesting it with her arms.
Jack came in, confused by the sight. He slowly walked over and rested his hand on her lower back, rubbing over the fabric of her leggings.
“What’s going on?”
Her face squeezed tight as another wave of the cramping started. “Cramps. Definitely getting it today.”
His head tilted with understanding, “Do you need me to grab anything from the store?”
She shook her head, “I’m already covered since I’ve been expecting it.”
He waltzed over to the medicine cabinet in the corner of the kitchen. Digging through the medicine bottles, he tried to find the familiar pink and yellow Midol logo.
She waved him off, “I’m fine. I’m fine.”
“Honey, I know you. You’re gonna put off taking pain killers because you think you can deal with it, but really you’re just torturing yourself.”
She finally stood up straight. “You can read me like a book.”
He reached up and grabbed the bottle, shaking out two little pills into his palm. He handed it to her, then grabbed her little pink water bottle on the counter. When he shook it, the sound of ice clinking around notified him to go fill it up.
God, what did she do to deserve such a sweet guy? Her heart suddenly felt full at the sight of him casually filling her water bottle at the fridge. In an instant, her bottom lip began to quiver, and her eyes melted.
Feeling her stare, he looked over, confused.
“You okay, honey?”
Her face crumpled. “You’re so nice to me.”
Now he couldn’t help but chuckle a little. But it was nice because he wasn’t necessarily laughing at her, but with her as she wiped her eyes. It was ridiculous, and she knew it. So as they giggled together, he walked over and placed the pills in her hand so he could screw the top of her water bottle on.
“Take these. I’ll grab the heat pack for the meantime.” He said, then leaned to place his lips against her forehead, “And get some rest.”
With a forehead kiss and a gentle slap on the ass, he walked away to go grab the heating pack. She mouthed the pills as instructed and took a swig of her ice-cold water.
After getting her situated in bed, Jack went to the gym, took a shower there, and then headed to the grocery store. He grabbed her favorite soda and some chocolate, figuring it’d help pick up her mood. There was a 50/50 bet in his head that he’d come back, and she’d start crying.
He walked back into their bedroom to find her sleepily curled up with the heatpack across her stomach. Her cheek was against one of the longer pillows as if using it as a substitute for him as she rewatched a sitcom Jack had been forced to watch way too many times.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He said softly, not wanting to break her out of her sleepy daze.
“Hiii. How was the gym?”
He walked over and sat on his side of the bed so he could take his leg off. It usually bothered him when he tried to do more than upper body at the gym.
“Good.” He grunted as he took his prosthetic off.
He rolled over to sit up in the bed next to her. A pillow supported his back against the headboard. He lifted the plastic grocery bag.
“I’ve got… your drink cause I know you’ve been wanting one.”
Her eyes widened as he pulled out the little soda bottle. He pulled out the chocolates.
“Then also this. I heard that chocolates are supposed to help with cramps. But I also know you just like em’ so-”
She immediately sat up and hugged him. He wobbled off balance and did his best to hold onto the items.
“Whoa! Don’t start crying again, baby.”
“I can’t help it.” She muffled in his chest.
He put the soda and chocolate down and scratched at the back of her scalp.
“I know. I know.” He murmured.
She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. And he couldn’t believe how… surprised she was at all this. That she was surprised he took care of her during a time when she felt shitty. What else was he supposed to do? Leave her to feel like shit? Be grossed out like some boy? He’d never think about doing that.
“Thank you, Jack.”
He huffed and smiled, “Anytime.”
He leaned down to kiss her gently, and she eagerly pecked him back before grabbing the soda and twisting open the cap. Now there was a gentle smile on her face, and he felt more accomplished than he did most days. Fuck, he saved lives every day, but keeping her happy was the most satisfying achievement. It didn’t come with the burden of the lives he didn’t save. Of what he didn’t do… No, she was proof that he was doing something right. And any time she was upset or emotional, it was simply in his nature to do all he could to help. Especially because she was everything to him.
I have not had a chance to breathe since moving to LA. I've been up and down LA and Orange County doing family stuff and I start my new job tomorrow. I have some Jack Abbot blurbs I've been writing to keep me from going insane that I'll post soon <3
Right now missing Bob Floyd too :(((
you are my favorite bob floyd writer!! you capture his personality so well while also not making the reader super infantilized and unrealistic. please never stop writing about him
DAWWWW THANK YOU!!! I've been wanting to return to him this summer! I've written a bunch of fics privately for him, but I'll make sure to put out some stuff for Bob soon ;)
I really do my best to write him as an actual guy and not someone helpless (because let's be real, he literally drops bombs in the Navy LMAO). So I'm glad you think so!
<3 <3 <3 Thank you for the kind message!
DESCRIPTION: At your cousin's baby shower, you're bringing a partner to meet your family for the first time. It turns out Jack Abbot is the perfect person to bring.
WORD COUNT: 3k
WARNINGS: FLUFF. TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF. Age gap- not specified but big enough to be noticed. Established!relationship. Reader's family is slightly judgy at first. Jack Abbot gets baby fever. Talks of potential kids (though unlikely). Talk of marriage.
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It was an early morning. They had a long drive ahead of them to their first extended family function of Y/n’s. Jack buttoned up his polo shirt and did that little head tilt he did when he wanted clarification on something. His upper lip curled.
“Whose baby shower are we going to again?
She chuckled as she pulled up the straps on her little blue spring dress. Ornate flowers ran up and down the fabric. She had researched what to wear to a baby shower and figured this was nice enough without overshadowing the mother-to-be.
“My cousin Sandra, remember?”
His brows furrowed, “Are we… close to this cousin?”
She blushed at that. ‘We’. ‘We’ as in her family was his, and his was hers. Granted, he didn’t have much family left these days. But she appreciated him including himself. They had been dating for a little over a year now, and while he had met her parents, he hadn’t met any of her extended family.
“Not really, but I still wanna support her. Can you zip up my dress, dear?”
He chuckled a little to himself as he strutted over. His fingers hung on the zipper for a moment.
“I much prefer to zip it down.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, smart ass. We don’t have the time for that.”
“You’re underestimating how quick I can be.” He murmured but obediently zipped her up. He patted her hips, looking up at their reflection in the mirror that hung on her closet. “You look beautiful.”
Her face fully reddened, and she shook her head gently, “You’re crazy.”
His face contorted as if she had just said something so incredibly offensive. His hands glided from her hips to across her stomach, so she was more in a bear hug as he leaned his head against her shoulder.
“I’m not at all. I’m saying the truth.”
She gave him a pity chuckle and looked down at the floor. He turned to look at her now, not in the reflection. And his real-life gaze was much more intense.
“Hey… what’s got my pretty girl all like this?”
With a little scoff, she waved it off, trying to seem nonchalant.
“I’m fine. It’s just my cousins will all be there, and they’re… literally models. I mean it. Like one of them is as a profession. And they always bring their boyfriends, so this is the first year that I’m…”
“Bringing someone.” He slowly nodded. “Is there anything I should know, baby?”
She shook her head, “Just that they may be a bit judgy because of the… you know…” she put her face in her hands, worried to admit this.
“The age gap.” He chuckled, “Baby, I already expected this. And when it comes to your cousins being models, who cares? You’re so beautiful. Comparing apples to oranges.”
He planted a kiss on the crook of her neck and squeezed her hips reassuringly.
Walking up to the little blue house, Jack held the big gift bag, which carried a quilted play mat, and he held her shaky hand with his free one. The door was wide open, so they peeked their heads inside. The sound of chattering and laughter drifted from the backyard. Inside was covered in lacy, frilly decor. It looked as though the baby section of the department store had exploded. With blue bears everywhere, it was safe to say that it was going to be a boy.
At the sound of Jack shutting the door, Sandra walked through the kitchen holding her swollen stomach. Her eyes lit up.
“Y/N! My goodness, it’s been ages. You look fantastic!”
“I can say the same to you! Congratulations.”
Jack held up the present, “Where can I put this?”
Sandra’s attention drifted, and her mouth stayed ajar as she processed for a moment. She suddenly seemed to remember that it was rude to stare at the handsome older man in front of her.
“Oh- just on the dining table.” She made up for it with a smile.
Jack nodded with an awkward no-teeth smile and shifted through the entryway to place the gift on the table overflowing with tissue-papered presents. Sandra watched him, then looked over to her with wide eyes. She mouthed a quick ‘wow’ before going,
“Is this your…?”
She smiled proudly as Jack started making his way back over. “Boyfriend. Yes. This is my boyfriend, Dr. Jack Abbot.”
He chuckled and scratched his neck as he reunited with her side.
“Quick braggin, sweetheart.” He put his hand out to Sandra, “Hi. Congratulations.”
Her cousin shook it and looked between the two.
“A doctor! Wow, Jesus. Grandma’s gonna love him, huh?”
And in that moment, she realized that this wasn’t going to be bad at all. This was actually going to be so completely and utterly perfect. For the first time in her entire life, she was going to prove that she was just as beautiful and capable of having a perfect boyfriend as her cousins and relatives.
After some awkward introductions, Jack felt stiffer than usual. He tried his usual charisma, and it worked for the most part. Her grandma certainly was all over him. But there were a few weirded-out glares and stiff conversations from her older cousins and relatives. They all certainly fit her description. They had a ‘better than you’ air around them that would suffocate Y/n’s welcome until he showed up behind her like a guard dog. Then it would completely dissipate when he’d introduce himself and tell them he was a doctor. They were then left with an overall feeling of suspicious approval.
As he sipped a beer, he sat with some of her uncles who were closer in his age range, though still older than him. He managed to win them over a little more by discussing his military service. Though he refused to reveal his leg. It wasn’t that he felt embarrassed by it. But the attention was already heavily on him, and he’d rather not take any more of it. Though as they sat in the heat, he was starting to regret the choice of khaki pants.
The other men talked about the football season starting up in September, and Jack didn’t have much to contribute to the conversation. So instead of trying to pretend he cared, he let his eyes drift over to his girl sitting on a patio chair. She had been dragged by her youngest cousins to go play with them across the yard. He watched as she held a one-year-old girl in her lap while talking to a little boy who couldn’t be more than nine. She was a clear favorite, considering the kids didn’t seem to bother any of her other cousins, who were much too busy with their own boyfriends. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled and laughed at the boy describing a scribbled drawing to her, the construction paper crinkled. It was as if she was genuinely interested in whatever nonsense he was probably spouting.
His heart clenched. It had to be the baby shower theme. It had to be the decorations and the ultrasound pictures and the constant talk from the women in her family. But seeing her with the kids was making him feel something dangerous. He knew he couldn’t have kids. Not at 50. But Jesus, did the sight of her brushing that little girl's hair through her fingers make him want to change his mind.
Suddenly, she pointed at him, clearly distinguishing him to the kids in front of her. They were talking about him. He broke out of his thoughts and pointed to himself with raised brows. She laughed and waved him over to the other side. Part of him felt guilty for not excusing himself, but he wasn’t about to ignore this for some stupid talk about ESPN hosts.
He walked over and crossed his arms with a playful arch of his brow.
“My ears were burning. Now who’s talking about me?”
The little boy grinned and pointed to Y/n. “She was!”
She gasped, “Jax! You asked who he was. You can’t throw me under the bus.”
“Well, who am I then, Jaxon?” Jack asked lightly
He shrugged and knelt down by the patio table. He put his paper down and returned to a set of sprawled-out crayons.
“An old guy.” He said innocently
Ouch.
She lightly smacked Jaxon’s shoulder, “Hey. Be nice.”
The kid smirked, and the little girl on her lap gurgled a laugh. Suddenly, another little girl appeared. She had been slowly making her way over, wringing her hands in her dress. It was clear she wanted to be with her cousin, but was also hesitant about the older man there. Y/n waved her over.
“Hi, Janie.” She said in a much softer voice. A much different voice than she had with Jaxon.
“Hi.”
“Let me do introductions.” She said, looking between everyone, “This is Jaxon, Janie, and their little sister Judy.”
Jack smiled, “A lot of J names around her.”
Janie nodded and looked down at the floor. Jack decided the best course of action was to squat down and sit by the patio table as well. Though his good knee let out a slight crack as he did so. Janie looked at him, suspicious, but didn’t run away.
“Well… It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Jack.”
Jaxon looked up from his paper with wide eyes, “YOU HAVE A J NAME TOO.”
“That’s right.” He nodded and snuck a look at the Transformer that the boy was drawing, “Look, I’m new here. So how about we make a J name pact?”
Jaxon’s face contorted, “What’s a pact?”
Y/n chuckled as she grabbed a small bowl of Cheerios to let Janie snack on in her lap.
“A pact is like a promise.”
Jack nodded, “Like a promise. That us J names have each other’s backs, alright? I need some protection. People watching my six.” He pointed to Janie, “You included. I need all the help I can get.”
Janie giggled at the idea of her protecting him. “I can’t help. I’m too little.”
“Sure, you can. You’re the toughest person here.”
The kids giggled, and Y/n smiled at the interaction. She didn’t know Jack was so good with kids. She knew he dealt with them at work time to time, but she had never witnessed him in action. And he was somehow charming her little cousins, who usually didn’t trust too easily.
Judy cooed and reached her hands out, and Jack gave her a little side eye.
“She’s a close second.”
Soon, the kids were all over him. He hadn’t realized that his girlfriend was basically the glorified babysitter at these events until now. Jaxon was clinging to his good leg (thankfully). And Janie was bossing them around on how to play this game, which Jack was having a hard time telling what the exact rules were.
Y/n sat busied with doting on little Judy. She watched Jack with a heart so full, knowing Jack was probably being drained a bit by the kids. Though he was doing the exact same to them, and their mothers would be thankful once they were napping on the car ride home.
Her aunt called the kids to eat some real food, and they begrudgingly started to calm down. Jack ruffled Jax’s head.
“Go eat. You need protein to beat the lava monster.”
With that totally sound logic, the kids practically booked it to grab a plate from their mom. And Jack limped back to his girl and sat next to her, Judy still in her lap. He winced and rubbed at the back of his prosthetic knee where skin met silicone.
She reached over and rubbed his shoulder, “Your leg bothering you?”
He shook his head in a ‘so-so’ manner, not wanting to worry her.
“It’s just sweaty, and when it sweats, it starts to chafe.” He grimaced a bit. “Just need to sit down for a bit.”
She laughed at that, “I’m sorry. My cousins are like that once they’re comfortable with someone… Or once they find a target that’ll play with them.”
Jack shook his head and looked down at Judy, who was biting her fist. He gently reached over and pinched the little rolls of her doughy arms.
“Don’t apologize. They’re great.” He looked down and made an overly excited face at Judy, making the baby squeal with laughter. Oh, that sound was like the bells of heaven ringing. “You’re great, huh?”
She bounced the baby on her knee, making her laugh more. “You wanna hold her?”
He didn’t drop his face, keeping it happy looking to entertain Judy, “Only if she wants to.”
Well, in convenient timing, the baby reached out and made grabby hands at Jack.
“I think she wants to.” She smiled and handed Jack the baby.
He made a little groan as he wrapped his hands around her tummy and quickly positioned the almost toddler onto his lap. Judy clapped her hands and looked around for approval. Y/n quickly started clapping and letting out a little ‘Yay!’
The baby let out a huff, and Jack looked down at her.
“Yeah. Long day, huh?”
That made the both of them laugh. Jack casually squeezed her little doughy arms and reached over to grab the small bowl of puff snacks on the table. He handed it to her, and Judy shrieked excitedly. Jack smiled, proud of himself for making his girlfriend’s little cousins happy.
“This is so so dangerous, sweetheart.” He murmured.
She smirked a little knowingly, “How so?”
“We’re too good at this.” He shook his head with a nervous smile, “Makes me think of things.”
Her eyes widened despite having put two and two together. The idea of kids was something they didn’t talk about much, but the general idea was that he was too old, and she liked her independence. She had always been that way. She liked being able to put herself first, and if she became a mother…she could never be selfish ever again. But the idea of kids with HIM? With Jack Abbot? For some reason, that was a lot more attractive. And more than attractive… it felt doable.
She shook off the thought and smiled with a blushing face.
“Yeah… Me too.” She admitted, watching Judy shove little star puffs into her mouth. “How about we revisit this when we’re…” She looked around at all the baby shower decorations. The little clothes and footie pajamas hanging around. The ultrasound pictures. The cutesy stuffed animals. “... more immune to propaganda.”
Jack chuckled, looking around himself. “I completely agree.”
A little later into the evening, it was getting close to leaving time, and all the adults sat at a long picnic table outside. The heat at least seemed to be settling down as the high noon sun set a little more. She and Jack had played a few of the baby shower games. Watched Sandra open presents with her beau. And did their best to get some time away from the little cousins.
One of her cousins squeezed her boyfriend’s hand, directing her half-lidded eyes to Y/n. “So… how did you meet Jack?”
She smiled, unfazed, “Our mutual friend, Dana, set us up.”
Jack scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah. Basically, a blind date, and I nearly passed out because Dana had failed to mention how freaking gorgeous you are.”
“Oh shut up.” She rolled her eyes with a smile, taking a sip of her drink.
“It’s true!”
Her aunt piped up and pointed between the two of them, “And you two aren’t bothered by the… well, by the age gap? I feel like I’d have nothing in common with someone like that.”
It was a bit of a sting, but the two of them were used to it.
She shrugged.
“We’re not really bothered. And it’s not like I’ve ever been overly trendy or anything. Honestly, I haven’t seen a big difference other than he’s more mature than any man my age.” At that, her older cousins looked at each other. It wasn’t meant to be a dig, but if the shoe fits.
Her aunt let out a little, “Huh,” and leaned back in her chair.
Suddenly, her grandma tapped the table, “Well, that just means you gotta get started on the grandbabies right away!”
Both her and Jack choked on their drinks.
“GRANDMA!” She laughed in shock as the rest of the table died in laughter, “Look, we’re not even married yet. Let that wait for just a bit more, okay?”
Under the table, she felt Jack reach down and squeeze her thigh. His grip a mix of fabric and skin. She flushed and bit her lip through her smile, trying to seem totally cool. Jack had been getting on her about getting married for the past month, so she knew she was in for the best kind of trouble when she got home.
Sandra rubbed her stomach, “Well, I wish you guys luck with everything. I’m sure whatever you decide will be best. Clearly, you’ve brought home a big catch.”
The table laughed again, and Jack raised his hands, waving them off.
“No, no… If anything, I’m the lucky one. Every day I wake up, and I can’t believe that a woman like your Y/n is with a guy like me.”
At that, all the girls swooned. The cousins. The aunts. They were all definitely won over by the handsome Dr. Jack Abbot. And she felt so completely satisfied.
“Thank you. You’re crazy, baby.” She chuckled and leaned over to give him a quick peck.
The kids watching from the end of the table let out a ‘EWWWWW’ and she shook her head with a laugh. Jack pointed to them.
“Hey, the J Name Pact. Remember?”
They giggled mischievously and returned their attention to their activity books. And with her whole family won over, she felt not only like she had made them proud. But that she was so incandescently happy to have Jack in her life and in her future, wherever that led.
TAG: @theariespov
At da family function wishin I had a Jack Abbot or Pope Cody to accompany me while we sit outside and Im in charge of all these kids bro 😭 and all my cousins brought their boyfriends. Plus I just moved here with barely any makeup so I look like a mess
Having the worst PMS while I finish moving and I cannot stop crying over EVERYTHING- May write a fic/blurb about how Abbot handles a reader experiencing that.
Got a couple other ideas I’m working on…. Med School Jack calls for me
NEW PFP BTW!!!
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Hi! I'm SheDevil! She/Her
I'm a 22 year old aspiring screenwriter/author. Filipino film school graduate.
FAVORITE COLOR: Pink!
FAVORITE FOOD: Pho
FAVORITE MOVIES: Heathers, Lisa Frankenstein, Top Gun: Maverick, Challengers, Priscilla
FAVORITE ARTISTS: Alanis Morissette, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, Ethel Cain
LIKES: Daredevil, Story structure, Tiramisu, Dancing, Yoga, F1 and Karaoke
DISLIKES: Anxiety, Math, Know-it-alls.
MY HUSBANDS
1. Matt Murdock
2. Bob Floyd
3. Jack Abbot
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DESCRIPTION: After watching a scary movie with your friends, you're too shaken up to go to bed.
WORD COUNT: 744! My first blurb!
WARNINGS: Established relationship! Reader's friends are a little mean. Cuddling and kissing.
NOTES: I watched Obsession last night and slept on my living room couch <3
MY MASTERLIST
She got back late after seeing a movie with her friends. The latest horror movie was certainly popular for a reason. Her heart pounded the whole drive home, and she kept checking her mirrors. Especially after her friends pranked her by scaring her once she stepped out of the movie theater bathroom. She was a shaky on-edge mess.
Once home, she immediately slammed her hands on the light switch. The dark house went bright, and she heard her boyfriend Jack go-
“Whoa- oh. Hi, sweetheart. How was the movie?”
She walked toward him as he sat on the recliner.
“Good. Really fucking scary.”
He looked up from where he was sitting. In front of him was the TV, playing a war documentary. His head tilted as he took in her appearance. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were trembling. He opened his arms out, and she didn’t think twice about jumping onto him. Wrapping her arms around him, she tucked her head into his chest. Why was she gonna cry? She felt like a total baby.
He scratched at the back of her head.
“Oh, are you all shaken up?” He asked
She nodded, “A little bit. I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep.”
“With me, of course. No scary demons or monsters on my watch.” He murmured, “I’m strong enough.” He joked.
“Good.” She said shakily with an affirming head nod.
His palm moved in slow circles on her back.
“Breathe…” he ordered softly, and when her back stuttered with an inhale, he praised, “Good. There you go.”
She exhaled and tried to let out all the jeepers.
“I wish you would’ve come with me.”
He chuckled, “I didn’t wanna interrupt your time with your friends. Did you guys have fun?”
“Yeah. It was funny. We were all scared after the movie, and when I walked out of the bathroom, they hid and jumped out at me.”
He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. And I wonder why you’re sitting here shaking like a leaf.”
“It was funny though.”
He just kept his mouth to the top of her head. With a hum that tickled her scalp, he planted a kiss. “Mm. What else did you guys do?”
A smile crested her face.
“We got boba before the movie and walked around the bookstore.”
“Did you get anything?”
She shook her head, “Wanted to save my money for the soda at the movies.”
He tsked and shook his head.
“You know you can ask me, sweetheart. I know you’ve been trying to complete that series.”
“I know. I know. But I wanna finish the books I have first.”
She let out a big yawn, and he cracked a smile.
“We should get you to sleep while we still can.”
Holding onto him, she pressed her cheek to his chest with a slight pout. The robust cologne smell of his shirt was comforting. She could hear his steady heartbeat against her ear.
“I’m nervous.”
He let out a small laugh at that, “I told you. I’ll be right here. It’s just a movie, baby.”
His sureness set her at ease. So she gave him a reluctant nod.
“Okay. Just don’t leave when it’s still dark in the morning?” She asked, not wanting to overstep but also not wanting to risk waking up in the darkness alone.
“Of course.” He murmured.
Once in bed, she held onto him like he was a teddy bear. It was usually the other way around, with Jack using her as a squeezable, heated blanket. But tonight, she was the one holding on tight to him. Jack encouraged her that they could sleep with the lights off. But this meant she was left with nothing but the feeling of Jack and the flashbacks of the movie in her head.
She nuzzled against his pillowy chest. There was that steady heartbeat again. Ba dum ba dum ba dum. Her fluttering heart tried to match his as she took a deep breath.
Then he brought his hand up and started to scratch at the back of her scalp. Her eyes rolled shut. She hummed, satisfied, instantly relaxing.
He closed his own eyes, relaxing with her against him.
“Goodnight, baby.”
The exhaustion from the adrenaline spike began to hit her now. Suddenly, all her senses were overcome with Jack’s body heat, and she felt herself begin to sink into the mattress.
“Mm…” She felt herself falling, feeling safe with Jack there, “Good night.”
I'm moving to LA tomorrow and I'm manifesting a boyfriend that looks like young Shawn Hatosy. Him being the same age as me when he was in The Faculty actually has shortcircuited my brain (22 not high school age lmao)
DESCRIPTION: You've been bloated for the past week and have been hiding under baggy shirts. So your boyfriend, Robby, decides to prove how hot he finds you to be.
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
WARNINGS: Smut! Fingering. Established relationship. Praise kink. Robby talks you through it. Self-esteem. Lower belly pooch. Biting and marking. PMS/Period mentioned
NOTES: Uh so... this was living in my mind the past week so I had to write it... I want a pajama set and for Robby to do this to me <3
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Robby always made sure his girlfriend felt loved. There was no doubt about that. In the dark moments, he could be cranky or snippy, but with her, he always bit his tongue before it went too far. He restrained himself. And it was a little easier when his time spent with her was almost always outside of the stressful confines of work. She was his relief. Coming home to her was the best part of his day. Especially when he’d come home to some sort of candle lit, a simple meal or takeout made, and the sight of her in little pajamas. The little matching shorts and tops drove him crazy. In fact, he’d bought most of her pairs.
It started a few months ago when she told him how she spent the whole day at the mall on the hunt for a matching pajama set, only to be met with 50+ dollar prices. Sure, he thought it was a bit strange for pajamas to be that expensive, but he went out and surprised her with a pair a few days later. A faded blue gingham top and little matching bloomers. She had gasped so loudly when she saw them, and he had nearly passed out when she put them on. Hence, the beginning of her little collection.
For the past week, though, she’d been wearing baggy shirts instead. He didn’t even notice at first. He was much too busy being absolutely enamored with the sight of her wearing his old work shirt. It draped over her figure like a nightgown. He dropped his duffel, almost over dramatically, and sauntered up behind her as she was putting pasta in a pot.
“Oh, hello there.” She smiled
“Hi.” He murmured as his hands wrapped around her waist and he tucked his nose into her neck, “Hm… nice shirt. Wonder who you took it from.”
His hands went down to squeeze her panty-covered ass cheeks that peeked out under the shirt. She blushed and smiled.
“Just some guy.”
He chuckled gruffly and put his forehead to her shoulder.
“Just some guy?”
“Yeah. He’s alright.” She joked
He let his hands run up and down, letting the fabric hike up for sneak peeks. He looked down, admiring the view.
“He’s got good taste.”
She giggled. “Well, I was thinking that I could keep it on tonight when we…”
A devilish smile appeared on his face. His crow's feet bunched up by his eyes, making his excitement apparent. He nodded happily.
“Oh, I’m very happy this shirt is really mine then.” He mumbled, making her laugh as he broke the little game they had going on.
“It’ll have to wait till after dinner, though.”
He very lightly bit her shoulder, his canines barely pressing into the skin. But the scrape sent a shock up her spine.
“You’re evil.” He kissed her shoulder and walked away, “I’ll shower, then we can eat… then I can eat.”
“Robby!”
It was a few days later. On one of Robby’s few off days, they spent the whole day out together. Usually, he liked to relax, sleep in all day, and take naps with her lying on top of him. But he wanted to treat his girl. So they went out shopping for a bit. For some reason, though, she didn’t seem as interested in the clothing stores as she normally would. They got lunch at a burger place and walked around the park. Then, after shopping some more, they ate dinner at her favorite soup place. Overall, an amazing day. Any day he got to see her smile was a day well spent in Robby’s book.
Once back home, she practically bolted into their bedroom before he could even shut the door behind him. His brows furrowed a bit, but maybe she was just excited to get into comfier clothes.
She came back out in a baggy T-shirt of her own and gym shorts. He smiled and walked over to her.
“Well, don’t you look comfy.” He leaned down to kiss her.
She kissed back, but there was a tentativeness. He didn’t notice too much at first, so he tried to deepen the kiss. Her eyes closed, trying to relax. But when his hands reached her waist, her breath hitched.
She stepped back. “Wanna put on a movie?”
His brows raised. Oh! Well! That wasn’t exactly what he was thinking. But he wasn’t about to reject the idea.
“Is that what you wanna do, honey?”
She nodded, “Yeah.”
“Okay then.” He kissed her again, this time a peck, “Pick out a movie. I’m gonna change too.”
Robby was a bit restless throughout the movie, but this wasn’t too abnormal. He was more of a reader than a movie-lover. So while she lay on top of him, cheek to his chest to watch the TV, he started to run his hands up and down her leg. Giving gentle massages and a head kiss every now and then. His hands started to travel higher. When he squeezed her ass, she let out a little noise that made him feel satisfied.
But then she reached down and held his hand, passively stopping him. His brows furrowed. This wasn’t usual behavior. And if she wasn’t in the mood, he wished she’d just outright say it. Which was why he decided to clear his throat,
“You feeling okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, why?” She didn’t take her eyes off the screen.
“You’ve been a little distant.”
She laughed and put her chin on his chest so they were face-to-face.
“I feel like we’re not very far from each other.”
“Well, yeah. But I’m trying to… I don’t know, heat things up? And usually you can’t get enough. Usually, you’re tiring me out.”
It’d sound like an insult if it weren’t so completely true. She sat up a little.
“That’s just cause you’re my old man.”
He shook his head with a knowing look in his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s it.” He reached over and paused the TV. He patted her thigh as he sat up now. She straddled his lap, and it would’ve been much hotter if he hadn’t been so concerned. “You just not in the mood tonight? I should clarify that it’s totally okay if you aren’t-”
“It’s not that, necessarily.” She said softly
His head tilted, and his eyes softened. He ran his hand up and down her thigh. It didn’t feel sexual. More so, gentle. Coaxing.
“Okay… But there’s a that. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
She looked away and crossed her arms over herself. The fabric of the big T-shirt bunched up around her ribs.
“I’m just… super bloated. And I have been for the past week or so. Then we had soup for dinner, so my stomach is just huge, and I don’t…” She started to unravel, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
He couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of disbelief.
“See you like what? Like a human being?” He squeezed her thighs, “Like a woman? It’s the end of the month for you, so bloating is totally normal.”
Her bottom lip jutted out, and her eyes started to get watery. Yup. She was definitely experiencing some PMS. But Robby wasn’t allowed to point that out. She sniffled.
“I just look gross, and I don’t want you to see.”
Robby raised a brow, “Have you… seen me? I don’t exactly have chiseled abs, sweetheart. And last I remember, that’s something you like about me.”
She nodded. That was also true. She loved being with Robby because being with a skinny or muscular guy never felt comfortable. Robby was healthy and just the perfect amount of cushion for her to lie on.
He squeezed her thigh.
“I think you are beautiful all month long. And honestly, I wouldn’t even notice if you hadn’t told me. I’m much too preoccupied with how lucky I am to have the most beautiful woman in my bed.” He whispered.
“Yeah?”
He nodded, “Yeah, baby.”
He reached up and cupped one side of her face, letting his fingers intwine with her hair.
“Look, if you really don’t wanna do anything tonight, we can just watch this movie and go to sleep. I’m sure the bloating isn’t exactly comfy. But… I’m always on the table for having some more fun.”
She giggled and tucked her chin to her chest. Her face turned bright red. He couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at that.
Reaching his index finger under her chin, he pulled her face up to look at him. “There she is.”
She leaned down and kissed him, and he sighed an enormous sigh of relief. It was as if he had been waiting for eternity. This time, she kissed him deeply, no longer holding back.
He sat up straighter and wrapped his arms around her waist so he could move her back. A little whine escaped her as he lay her back down on the couch. He gave gentle shushes before kissing her again.
“I know. I know.” He murmured, knowing that she ached for the direct contact against her core again now that he was on top. But he wanted to take care of her rather than the other way around. He brought her legs up to wrap around his waist and leaned down to kiss her some more. Working his way down from her lips to her chin to her neck, he relished in the little noises she made.
Her eyes grew hazy and relaxed as he kissed and sucked at the sweet spots of her neck. He moved one hand under her shirt, not going too far, just lazily tracing her skin. Once he got to kissing her collarbone, he had to use his other hand to tug at the collar of her shirt.
“Can I take this off?” He asked.
She looked up at him with nervous eyes as he traced his fingers along her sides.
“I’m warning you, I look gross.”
“I heed your warning, but you should also know that I love every fucking inch of you.”
With a breathy exhale, she started to take her shirt off. Robby eagerly helped. And when he looked down and saw her topless, he sat up a little just to admire her. He scrubbed at his beard, pupils completely dilated.
She looked gorgeous. He didn’t even understand what she was talking about. Maybe she looked a little fuller in her lower belly, but in all complete honesty, Robby found it completely hot. He felt himself harden immediately.
“Jesus… Christ.”
Her breathing started to quicken. “Good ‘Jesus Christ’ or bad ‘Jesus Christ’?”
“I’m gonna come in my pants like a fucking teenager ‘Jesus Christ’.”
“ROBBY!” She laughed.
He attacked her breasts with his mouth. His other hands desperately thumbing down her gym shorts. Her underwear naturally came with it. He sat back up just to pull them off and fling them over his shoulder.
She gasped as one hand landed between her legs, feeling the slick built up. He grinned against her chest.
“Mm. You almost pushed me away when you needed me this badly? Poor baby.”
He started spreading her wetness up so he could play with her clit while kissing at her chest and neck. The sounds that came out of her were raw and surprised. He was like a man possessed.
“I think-” He spoke between kissing her, “I think you might be the hottest woman I’ve ever met. Fuckin’ look at you.”
Her eyes rolled back as his fingers started to work lower.
He just kept talking, “Yeah? Yeah…” He slipped two fingers in with a squelch, “There we go.”
Her jaw dropped. Her whole body shook as she felt the intrusion. It was always a bit of a stretch, but not as big a stretch as his cock. She let out a strangled whimper.
“You’re- you’re talkative today.” She tried to act as if she wasn’t seeing blinding white behind her eyes; his fingers moving in and out.
He kissed the spot underneath her ear that made her all sensitive, “Realized that my pretty girl needed to hear how fucking beautiful she is tonight. Maybe she’ll learn this time.”
At that, he curled his fingers with the precision only a surgeon could have. She gasped and let out a moan. He chuckled and moved down the couch so his head leaned against her inner thigh. He looked up at her as if he were looking up at the ceiling in prayer. The sight before him of her writhing, shaking, and whimpering against the couch had him impossibly hard.
“Yeah? Right there?” He asked as he pressed his fingers up again.
“Ah- fuck!”
“Mmhm. Riiight there.” He kissed at her inner thigh and moved up to plant some kisses on that lower belly he was now obsessed with.
Her eyes shot open with a choked sound. She almost wanted to protest the attention on her stomach, but she felt too blissed out to do so. Instead, she just let out little ‘ah’s, especially since… they were both discovering that this was a sensitive area. He kissed and sucked at the side of her stomach, and he felt her clench around his fingers.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” His voice rasped.
She clawed for anything to hold onto. The back of the couch, the side of it, the throw pillow that was falling off. She was so lost in pleasure and couldn’t ground herself. He gently bit at her inner thigh, waking her up a little.
“Breathe.” He reminded.
Oh yeah. That was probably a good idea. She whined, not intentionally protesting, but he chuckled.
“Feeling good?”
As if the wet noises that echoed in the living room weren’t proof enough, she nodded and choked out a-
“Feels so good, Robby.”
“Good.” He gruffed out.
When her whining started to grow more and more desperate, he knew what he had to do. He brought his other hand to start rubbing up and down at her clit. She gasped, and he chuckled at the feeling of more wetness gushing around his fingers.
He kept his lips at her lower stomach, covering it in bruises and hickeys. Dr. Michael Robinavitch was not above marking his partner. And of course, he wanted to leave a constellation of purple and red under her belly button. She was so soft and pliable. His eyes rolled back as if he were experiencing just as much pleasure. More than anything, it was immensely satisfying to hear her moans get louder. Her thighs started to shake, and he smirked.
“Are you close, pretty girl?”
She nodded desperately. But he lightened up the pressure on her clit, making her eyes open and a long whimper come out. He raised his brows and tsked.
“Need words, sweetheart.”
“I’m close! I’m so- fuck!” She babbled desperately.
As he pumped his fingers and rubbed at her sensitive bud, he could feel her muscles starting to contract more and more. He looked up and made eye contact with her. Her eyes were wide with slanted brows. She was completely slack-jawed. He applied just the slightest bit of pressure, making sure to keep his rhythm consistently punishing.
“C’mon. Show me how pretty you look when you come.”
“AH! FUCK!” She squealed as her back arched.
With that, she gushed around his fingers. He chuckled proudly, keeping his fingers going to draw out every last drop. She clawed at the sheets as her muscles convulsed around his fingers. He kissed all over her lower belly, as if he could pavlov dog her into associating it with a good thing.
“Good job, sweetheart. There we go.” He encouraged.
Her body kept contracting until she reached down and grabbed his wrist. He took his signal to pull his fingers out and suck them clean. He’d overstimulate her another day. Now was the time for comfort.
Moving up to kiss her mouth, he placed his palm on her lower stomach, feeling the muscles twitch underneath. He gently rubbed it in soothing circles.
“Still think I find you gross?”
She looked down at her hickey covered stomach. Panting, she languidly shook her head. He grinned triumphantly and leaned down to kiss her.
“Good.” He murmured against her lips, “I’d like to give you some more evidence.”
He started untying the drawstrings of his sweatpants, and she knew she was in for a long night. A long night where Robby proved her wrong about her self-image again and again and again.
The next day, Robby came home from a long shift to find her back in a little pajama set. A light blue one that clung to her silhouette. He immediately dusted his hands off, ready to show her how much he appreciated it.
I'm about to move in a few days but I got possessed and wrote some Dr. Robby smut that's infested my head for the past bit. So that'll be coming up soon!
I've also been debating writing a Jack Abbot one shot that goes into a reader with an ED. I'm in recovery from a few years of ED behaviors so I feel that I can do it with enough tact. It obviously would not be enabling of ED behaviors. More so, comforting. But I worry people online may not respond well to it. Let me know your thoughts!
Alrighty <3 Also if anyone wants to be mutuals feel free to DM me!!! I want more online friends! :D
DESCRIPTION: You haven't told your boyfriend Jack about your anxiety. He has enough on his plate and enough baggage to deal with. But one night it becomes too difficult to hide.
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNINGS: Established!Relationship. Emotional hurt/comfort. Anxiety/Anxiety attacks. Mention of Jack's trauma's. Reader bites/picks at nails. Very very slight hints at struggles with eating. Fluff with a sprinkle of angst.
NOTES: I wrote most of this while having an anxiety attack last night. So I wish all my anxious and depressive queens to have a good day today.
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She had been dating Jack Abbot for 6 months, and she truly didn’t mind the baggage that came with it. Let's be honest here. While Jack was cool and calm under pressure and charismatic as all hell… he had incredible amounts of trauma. His thoughts and memories beat the hell out of him every day, and he coped by working all the time, weekly therapy, and spending time with his girlfriend. He spoiled her to the moon and back to make his mind clearer. And she’d listen to him, surprise him with ‘lunch’ mid late-night shift, and overall just distract him from everything horrible in the world. She reminded him that there were still good things left to stick around for.
Even through the nights when he accidentally kept her up, tossing and turning. Pacing around the kitchen. Waking up startled from nightmares. He was worth every second. She’d sleepily try to ground him by gently rubbing his freckled back. When he felt too embarrassed to look at her, she’d kiss his shoulder blade and press her cheek against it, a constant reminder that he was okay.
But what Jack didn’t know… was that she had horrible anxiety as well. She just didn’t tell him about it. How could she? He had so many more critical reasons to be anxious and depressed. She just woke up every day at 4 am with unexplainable chest pain. When she spent nights alone, she’d lie in bed in the dark, feeling this dread take over her entire body. Her chest would tighten, and every shadow felt like it could suddenly turn and stare at her.
She had her reasons, too. Burnout, poor eating habits, stress. But they never felt as real as Jack’s. So she swore to herself that she wouldn’t be a burden to him. Only her closest friends knew. She tried to work on it silently, scheduling her therapy appointments for days Jack wouldn’t come over. Or making excuses to be busy on specific days.
Lately, her anxiety had been skyrocketing. She couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason within the list of things currently bugging her. But she hadn’t been on top of her eating and water, so that was a factor. And her period was coming up in a week, so there was another. She just felt off. On edge. Every breath she took was unsatisfying as she’d get random chest pain throughout the day. She was crying more often, which she was sure was also due to her cycle, but it didn’t make it suck any less.
One night, she sat on the couch, trying to relax. It was late. She was supposed to be fast asleep by now, but the gnawing foreboding weight on her chest made her dark bedroom too stressful. She felt like she couldn’t breathe in the confines of her bedroom.
Part of her wanted to call Jack. He wasn’t on shift, and she just wanted to cry into him. But the idea of that was actually more anxiety-inducing. What if he was also having an anxious night and needed her to be strong? Plus, she feared that he’d think she was crazy. Silly, girlfriend, nothing is going to get you in the middle of the night.
But she also… needed her boyfriend. She pulled out her phone, settling on the idea of just using him as a distraction.
Y: you still awake, old man?
He replied almost instantly.
J: I always am, sweetheart. What are you doing up?
Y: Nothing. Can’t sleep. Just bored.
Not a total lie. After a moment, he texted again
J: I can come over. Or you can come over here. Whichever you prefer.
Y: what. why?
J: You like laying on me. You knock out pretty fast.
She didn’t know what to say to that. It was true. Sleeping on Jack was like sleeping on a big, warm bear. His chest and stomach were so pillowy. It’d be perfect.
But she worried that if he saw her in person, she wouldn’t be able to keep her anxiety at bay. It was at a level where she couldn’t ignore the tremble in her hands.
Y: I look like a hot mess.
J: Don’t give me that.
Y: I’m fine.
INCOMING CALL FROM JACK <3
Shit. Shit shit shit shit. She didn’t answer it. She pressed the big red hang-up button.
J: ??? Everything okay.
Y: I just told you I’m fine.
J: Sweetheart, I’m gonna call you again. And if you don’t answer this time, I’ll take that as a sign to leave you be. But I’m worried.
Oh god. She was worrying him. How could she be so stupid?! She hiccuped as she watched the phone start to vibrate in her hands.
INCOMING CALL FROM JACK <3
This time, she felt compelled to answer it.
“Hi. Hi. I’m fine.” She said a little too quickly
There was a suspecting noise on the other end of the line.
“Well, sweetheart, I know that before you, I hadn’t dated in quite some time… but I do know that when someone says ‘I’m fine’ they usually are not.”
She leaned back against the couch as she held the phone to her ear. “It’s stupid. Just some before-bed jitters.”
There was a bit of quietness on the phone before he said,
“Wanna talk about it?”
“I’m telling you it’s nothing.”
“And I’m telling you that I want to come over and listen to you talk allllll about nothing.”
That got her to giggle a little. Oh god, he was breaking her down. She looked down at her shorts, which she was picking at with her fingers. Though doing so sent shocks through her fingertips since she had bitten or picked off all her nails to short stubs.
This was a battle. Desire to be comforted versus sheer will. When her breath started to catch, she closed her eyes. Strong desire won over.
“Can you come over, Jackie?” Her voice wavered
“I’ll be there in ten.”
Even though she had been expecting him, she still yelped startled when he knocked. She scurried over and opened the door.
“Hi.” She said, smiling, still trying to keep her front strong.
He stood in a black T-shirt and grey joggers. A duffel bag was slung over his beefy shoulder with sleepover materials. Their familiar routine. He looked her over in her disheveled state. In one of his shirts and pajama shorts, her hair was a little frazzled from tossing and turning.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He murmured, walking forward and setting his duffel bag down so he could cup her face. His thumbs brushed back and forth, and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Her breath started to pick up again as she felt like she could cry any minute.
It seemed like he could tell. She wasn’t strong enough to keep her face content. Instead, her lips formed a small pout, and her jaw clenched.
“Hey. Talk to me.” He quickly turned and shut the door behind him.
He guided her back towards the couch.
“I promise I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He joked affectionately.
They sat down, and she sat up straight. Almost too straight.
“It’s nothing. I’m just really tired.”
“Yeah?” He pulled her in so she was lying her head on his chest. “I’m sorry you can’t sleep. Here-“ he gently grabbed her calf and pulled up her legs to be folded on his lap. He scratched the back of her scalp, untangling the parts of her hair he made contact with. “How’s that?”
She nodded. This was nice. Her heart was still pattering like a hummingbird, but Jack was a source of warmth.
He kissed her forehead, “You’re quiet tonight. Must be real tired.”
He looked down and noticed her hands were together. She was unconsciously picking at her left thumb, but there was no more nail left to possibly pick. So instead, she scraped against the red tips and little skin tags.
“Mm, what’s this about?” He gently pried her hands apart and took a good look at her hand.
She hated that. She quickly took it back, self-conscious. Her nails were ugly. They weren’t like other girls’s, where they looked all pretty and done up. Hers were at the point where they were too short to get acrylics. There was too little to glue onto.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, “I should’ve asked. Baby, can I please see your hand?”
And how was she supposed to deny him when he was so sweet?
She shakily gave him her left hand and looked away. His rough, calloused hand held hers like it were the most fragile piece of china. As if he were in the ED, he twisted and turned it to get a good look. Though there was something about his demeanor that put her slightly at ease. He was so delicate and focused that she didn’t feel as scared to show him.
“Mm, how come I never realized you were a nail-biter?” His thumb rubbed over the top of hers, and she winced, “Sorry, I bet it hurts. You picked it so short that your hyponichium underneath is out. That’s a sensitive area.” He kissed the pad of her thumb.
For some reason him explaining the science behind the pain felt nice. She felt better being given context as to why it felt like electric shocks every time her nails touched anything.
He let her hand go and just gently rubbed his hand up and down her thigh.
“We have a few options here. We can… turn on a movie. We can just lay here for a bit. Or we can… go to bed.”
She shook her head. “I can’t go to bed.”
His brows furrowed, “Why not?”
She closed her eyes. There was no option here to deflect. No excuse. No lie that she could come up with that sounded semi-reasonable.
“I can’t breathe in there. It’s too dark, and I have this feeling that something is going to get me. And I know that sounds so totally stupid and crazy because I’m not five years old, scared of the monster in my closet. My chest has been tight for days, and I can’t sleep in there-”
Her voice started to crack, and a wave of humiliation flooded through her. He rubbed her back and put his lips to her hair. There was a look of intense focus in his eyes, as if he were trying to figure out a Rubik's Cube. His brows furrowed, but he just placed kisses on her scalp.
“And- And- I just feel like something bad’s going to happen. But I don’t know what the bad is. Usually I just take melatonin to knock myself out, but it makes me so drowsy the next day-”
“Yeah, baby, don’t do that. Don’t do that.” He whispered gruffly. After that, he pulled back to look down at her gently. “It sounds like you’re having some anxiety.”
She looked at him with a sad look in her eyes. She needed to tell him.
“I know…” She admitted, “My… my therapist gives me tips, but there are things that I don’t want to do. I don’t wanna put my face in cold water or hold an ice cube. I just wanna sleep.”
The tears started to flow now. She covered her face with her hands, not wanting to look at him. Especially when he said-
“I didn’t know you were in therapy.”
She had lied to him. She had kept this from him. And her heart felt like it was gonna explode out of her chest from guilt and anxiety building up.
She nodded, “I’ve done it on and off for a while.” She hiccuped, “I- I didn’t use to have as bad of anxiety, but it’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older.”
He reached out and gently pulled her hands down from her face. Cupping her cheeks, he used his thumbs to brush her tears away.
“I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this…” His gaze fell over her reddened, puffy face, “You know you can always talk to me? Yeah? It doesn’t sound ‘stupid’ or ‘crazy’ like you think. I promise.”
She shook her head, “You have enough things to deal with, Jack. I don’t wanna be another burden for you to deal with-”
“Whoa whoa whoa.” His brows raised in surprise, “You are never a burden to me. Yeah, sure, I’ve got my issues and all my shit. But that doesn’t mean yours don’t exist.”
“You have- you have the ER and SWAT and your leg-”
“And it doesn’t matter.” He brushed her hair out of her face, “At least when it comes to you. I don’t want you to play this comparison game. I have my issues, and you have yours. We can deal with them together.”
With a slow nod of her head, she did her best to understand, even though her hyperventilating had made her hands start to go a little numb. A small supportive smile crested his lips. He lightly pinched her chin.
“Plus, I wanna take care of my girl. Always so strong for me. Let me help.”
“Okay.” She gave in.
“There we go. I’m gonna get you some water, and we can stay out here with the lights on for as long as you need. We can turn on a movie or just talk for a bit until you’re ready to sleep in bed. Does that sound okay?”
It sounded perfect. She nodded.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
He kissed the top of her head and slowly got up. But in his place, he took one of the folded blankets on the side of the couch and draped it over her shoulders.
As he rustled in the kitchen, she felt better enough to grab the remote and at least scroll through the options. She muted the TV so the noise of hovering over different shows didn’t blast through the speakers. Heading over to the Disney icon, she scrolled through the cartoon movies.
Jack came back a few minutes later with a glass of water and a sandwich on a plate with chips on the side.
“Didn’t know if you had eaten dinner, but knowing you, your anxiety could also be from a drop in blood sugar, so.”
For the first time, a real, genuine smile grew on her face. She chuckled and took the plate from him so he could sit down next to her again.
“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.” She teased
He looked up at the TV, “What do we got here? Tangled? … I don’t remember this one.”
“What?! You’ve never seen Tangled?”
He put his hands up. “I don’t know if I’m the target audience here, sweetheart.”
She immediately pressed play and drew her knees up, getting comfy as she took bites of the amazing sandwich.
“It’s really good.” She murmured, covering her mouth.
He smiled and put his hand on her knee, giving it a small squeeze.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Towards the end of the movie, when the gang of tough guys was saving Flynn Rider, Jack found her falling fast asleep on his lap. His hands had been running through her hair for most of the movie. He actually found himself invested and immediately saw himself and her as Flynn and Rapunzel. But as she started to drool on his pant leg, he realized he’d have to finish the movie another day.
He gently squeezed her shoulder, “Hey… Let’s get you to bed.”
Half asleep, she nodded in agreement.
She was dead tired by the time she crawled into bed. The adrenaline from the anxiety knocked her out really well. Jack quietly slipped into bed next to her, and she instinctively reached to hold him. She rested her cheek against his chest and sprawled her leg over his waist, letting his hand run up and down her thigh.
“Feeling better?” He murmured, sleepy himself.
“So much better. Thank you, Jack. So much…”
“Always.” He took a deep breath and sighed, closing his eyes, “Always.”
