Synopsis: A new night nurse starts in the pitt and Jack takes an instant interest in her, not in a good way.
Warnings: mean jack, age gap, reader is mid to late 20s, sunshine reader, shy reader, anxious reader, eventual smut, smut, 18+, MDNI, angst, fighting, slow burn, co-workers to enemies, enemies to lovers, blood, gore, medical inaccuracies, pittfest, panic attacks, mentions of suicide, PTSD, grief, widower jack, mentions of past military trauma, violence against medical staff, reader is described to be shorter than Jack, reader has hair past shoulders.
đŚ - fluff
đ§ď¸ - angst
đĽ - smut
Can be read as individual, standalone blurbs, but will be written with a timeline in mind.
masterlist â the pitt x avenger!reader crossover masterlist
Pairing: Jack Abbot x fomer avenger!reader.
Summary: The new attending on the night shift is a complete mystery. She carries herself as if she's seen something worse than hell but smiles as if she has no worries. There's at least 7 bets running about her, and Jack can't stop wondering if she has skeletons in her closet too... And then, her past comes crashing down on the ER like a ticking bomb.
chapter warnings: none, it's a strangers to coworkers through Jack's eyes.
read for my last trick snippet
It was mid-July, the day had started sunny and with a cloudless blue sky. The thunderstorm came without warning, bringing chaos into its awakening and drastically changing the mood of the people waiting in the chairs. The department was crowded and, with the sudden storm, it didn't seem like it was going to calm down any time soon. At least the thunderstorm also brought an angel sent from heaven - one wearing a long, heavy green raincoat, black cargo pants and combat boots.Â
You introduced yourself as the new attending, shaking hands with Dana and Robby. And soon enough, you were speeding up the patient care of those who were not routine visits. Moving fast but with precision, making sure of asking the patients for a positive review with a charming smile on your face. It was like you knew the right words to say and what to do, no uncertainty.
After just one week working the day shift, you got all the department hooked and curious with how mysterious you were. Itâs her thing, Robby mused one night during shift change with Jack, sheâs chatty and smiles a lot but is very private about her personal life.Â
After two months on the day shift, you started helping Robby deal with Gloria. However, with all the chocolates and sweets you offered both Robby and Gloria, as if it were a distracted and unplanned act and not you meddling in the conversation, Jack would call it training.Â
Six months in, you got a double. And it was the first time Jack had really interacted with you. Sort of. He exchanged a few words and patient information. When a difficult case came in and Jack was already busy, you pulled Ellis into the driver's seat and guided her smoothly. You captivated everyone so easily, the night crew begged you to change shifts.
You compromised, changing your 12 hours so you could be on both shifts. Because of course you'd end up doing that. She's not exactly a cowboy like you, Dana stated on your first shift after the change, but I'm sure that her middle name is trouble. At first, Jack was offended with her comparison, until he understood what Dana was talking about. What usually would end up in a huge fight with Walsh over a patient treatment if it was him, you end up getting it your way. A sweet smile on your lips and honeyed words was quickly to convince Walsh.
You were trouble. But a good kind of trouble.Â
Then six months became one year. Time flew by and it turned three years. You became a constant. The interns, med students and the residents would seek you out for inputs. Or when they needed help to solve a problem. Even the nurses and technicians would come to you. You knew everyone by name and occupation, some people you knew other types of information like birthday and coffee order, not because of gossip but because you just liked to know. You were just that considerate.Â
But even after three years, no one knew for sure about your life before joining the ED. It drove Jack crazy. The firm hands and the way of dressing indicated a possible military (or similar) past, but there was no dog tags or tattoos, most of the jargon were ignored as if you didnât know them - but your eyes said something else. You were excellent at compartmentalizing, even better than him.
Jack would never say out loud, but he loved to observe you work, from the most simple case of sprained foot to a bloody trauma. You were a light in the quiet moments. However, it was in the worst cases that you shone bright. He loved how well you two worked as a team. It was as if you could read his mind the same way he could interpret your movements and expressions.Â
Of course, nothing was perfect. Even more so in an ER. You fought tooth and nail to save all the lives that came to your hands, but sometimes your everything wasnât enough. And that night was one of those terrible nights. Three patients you were unable to snatch from the reaper's hands. Three deaths you had to explain to family members who couldn't understand the suddenness of the absence. You didnât cry nor your hands shook, but your eyes didn't have the usual sparkle. You looked exhausted.Â
âHere,â Jack murmured, sliding a cup of warm coffee and a chocolate bar towards you. Not daring to ask how you were, he points to the computer with his chin. âWant some help with those charts?â
Opening the chocolate and taking a big bite, you sighed in contentment. âJust reviewing information to avoid future problems.â
Jack nodded, pushing his hands deep into his pockets to prevent him from fixing the collar of your coat. âDrink your coffee and go home then.â
âYouâre so bossy.â You retorted softly. But you quickly finished the chocolate before closing the charts and turning off the computer. You grabbed the warm coffee and got up from the chair. Standing close to him, you gently squeezed his bicep with your free hand. âThank you, Abbot.â
âI got you.â Jack answered simple, shrugging one shoulder like it was nothing to worry about.
You offered him one last soft smile, then turned on your heel toward the lockers. You didnât look back, but Jack silently watched you go.
Three years working with you and you still were an enigma. Jack liked to think that he knew what mattered about you, but sometimes he wondered what made you be the way you were. What types of skeletons and ghosts were hiding in your closet? He hoped it wasnât like the ones he carried with him.Â
Little did he know it was worse.
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while I normally try to stay in my lane, Iâve been noticing a concerning trend lately and wanted to put something out there any writers who may not be aware.
There been a serious uptick in fanfic writers on this app who are putting content behind a pay wall.
While I understand wanting to be compensated for your work, and all the time you put into this hobby, this is a slippery slope.
I have a limited understanding of of copyright law, but I understand enough to know that what youâre doing is illegal.
In fanfic, we are only able to use characters and intellectual property (IP) that doesnât belong to us because we are posting it for free. By putting it behind a paywall you are now profiting off of someone elseâs IP, which is a direct violation of copyright.
There have been multiple lawsuits on this topic, multiple times where fanfiction as a whole has almost been ruined because of authors trying to do this.
A great way around this is a kofi, or other similar apps. Because it is not a direct exchange of goods, it is perfectly legal and safe.
Thank you for humoring me, getting off my pink soap box now. Just be careful, and remember that just because you havenât had a problem with it yet, doesnât mean you wonât. Itâs always better to be safe than sorry, especially when any legal action taken could have negative effects on the entire fanfic community.
Sexual harassment is still sexual harassment when women do it and I hate how hard it is to express that without sounding like one of the âwomen learning about hockey ruined the sportâ guys from Twitter.
Anyway if you go to a hockey game with a sexual message on a sign, you are a bad person and being a woman doesnât absolve you of that.
in motion /// oscar piastri x reader /// a college hockey x f1 au
Oscarâs a certified hockey prodigy, and the new kid on the block. Youâre the adopted best friend of his new hockey team. You take it upon yourself to make him feel welcome. What could possibly go wrong?
all chapter titles (and fic title) from various songs from âwhen facing the things we turn away fromâ by Luke Hemmings
COMPLETED 6/14/2024
Chapters
1. Starting Line: moving in, family dinner, and the first game of the season.
2. Change Of Heart: Max Verstappenâs Pizza Theory, breakfast for dinner, and an attempt at a passing grade in physics
3. Losing The Dream: a walk in near the park, a surprising team photo, and the semester comes to a close.
Winter Break: A social media au/ blurb bonus part!
4. Baby Blue: a very bad snowstorm, bears in the ice hockey arena, and a one night only poster board pick-me-up.
5. Take Bloom: one plane ride, a little sunburn, and far too many margaritas to count.
6. Back To Course: a museum visit, one far too observant teammate, and the beginning of the end of hockey season.
Pre Playoff Pandemonium: social media au blurb! you land a relationship, max and lando launch an investigation
7. On My Way: a hockey watch party, one last data point for the pizza theory, and one last chance at the national title.
Celebrations: some celebratory social media posts, and a peek at life for you and Oscar
8. All Here, In Color: end of semester celebrations, graduation shenanigans, and the final family dinner of the year.
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