but trinity santos actively choosing not to go home when she knows she may relapse. trinity santos going out of her way to decompress in a healthy way, to make a new friend, when it would have been so, so easy to go home to that empty apartment and do something she'd regret.
to trinity (and to langdon, and to mckay), and to staying clean even when its fucking hard
last minute cramming with medstudent!jack abbot x fem!reader
started writing this at the gym in november and wrote the last 100 words of this 300 word fic this month so, hi sorry i dipped lol i'm back and i already miss my man. masterlist
wc: 0.3
It was nearing 11 pm when Jack opened the door to the 24 hour diner, a bell dinging blending with the sound of his half on half off backpack as it hit against his back. He spotted you behind a corner immediately, closing yourself out on a piece of paper. Your own backpack properly put on top of your yellow waitress dress.
Upon turning around you were met with the familiar sight of oversized clothes, messy curls and a freckled face. Jack waved with the hand clutching his bag strap, watching you move around counters and shout your leaving to any coworkers that Jack hadn't cared to look for.
He was already moving to the doors holding one open for you as you grabbed a to go box and walked past him. “How was your shift?” He fell into step beside you.
“It was fine, I got you the last of the pumpkin pie.” Jack’s hand on your elbow led you to the further side of the sidewalk as he spoke, “Sweet, So I have like 3 practice tests and a bunch of stuff to review-” he took the styrofoam box from your hands. “-And also prep for my first in hospital exam”
“Ohhh, in hospital, you’re almost there, Doctor Abbot” You teased, Jack scoffed, biting back a smile at the sound of Doctor alongside his last name. “Not quite but a step in the right direction.” His shrug was supposed to come off as chill, no big deal. Even though it was the biggest deal.
You smiled at the boy, the slight tilt of his head as he watched the concrete under you. “I have some catching up I have to do on studying for like all of my classes and an essay for English.”
The scenery was becoming more familiar as the two of you walked, the cross signs signaling how close your apartment was.
Jack knew the answer but asked anyway, “Anything I can help with?” ”I don’t think so but we’ll see” He grinned at that, nodding as you turned and led Jack up the steps to your home.
“C’mon Doctor Abbot, We’re already behind on schedule”
He let you unlock the door, then put a hand on your waist to move you so he could open the door.“Yes, ma’am, right behind you.”
pitt finale night ughhh, asked for my dad's input, he said "whitaker's definitely a girl dad" masterlist
wc: 0.5
Growing up on the farm Dennis used to be able to sleep through anything imaginable. Even the damn rooster at dawn couldn’t get him out of bed.
Nowadays all he needed to wake up was to hear the sound of little feet against the hardwood floors padding their little way to your shared bedroom.
Even at 2 in the morning.
His left hand searched for yours before sitting up and rubbing the right over his face. You squeezed his hand before rolling over peacefully on your side.
Elodie’s hands pushed open the door before Dennis could even push the blanket off his legs, her little frame coming into full view, all curls and sad eyes to pair with her Winnie the pooh jammies.
“Hey, hey, baby” His voice was hushed, as to not bother the sleeping body beside him. “Bad dream?”
There was nothing but a whimpered response and a nod as she shuffled over to Dennis, quickly being swept up into his lap. “C’mon, Els, can’t wake up mama.”
Dennis reached over to squeeze your shoulders to alert you of his soon-to-be absence. The grunt he got in return was barely audible as he stood up, tearful girl in arms.
The kitchen light was flicked on before he put Elodie on the counter, moving to fill up a glass of water. “Wanna talk about it? Yunno, your ol’ pops knows a thing or two about bad dreams” Dennis set the glass down and gave her a small smile as an offering of sorts. He knew better than to expect a proper answer, his Ellie usually got a bit quiet when upset.
She just shook her head no, and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Ohhh-kay” Dennis grabbed a tissue from the opposite counter, swiftly wiping her nose and instructing a gentle “blow. Good job, jellybelly”
The way her palm shoved itself against her wet eyes made her exhaustion even more clear then it already had been. So after encouraging her to drink some more of her water and walking her to the bathroom, he let her lead the way back to you.
You who still slept soundly on the left side of the bed. Dennis smiled at the sight before catching a glimpse of the scene in the vanity mirror. Him and his daughter with matching bedheads and a mess of sheets and blankets in the shape of your body as Elodie climbed up.
He stifled a laugh at the sight, only turning back to the baby when she had to grip the sheet to get herself up there. A whispered “I got you” that Elodie definitely couldn’t hear over the portable fan in the corner of the room, but she felt his hands help her up and settle in next to you before laying down himself. Successfully sandwiching Ellie between the both of you. Dennis looked at the clock, 2:34, and shook his head, turning back to see Elodie’s little arms big spooning you. He scoffed out a chuckle at the sight before throwing his arm over both his girls, and silently praying he would wake up just as easily to his alarm in less than 4 hours.
u have to try the breakroom donuts - j.a x fem!reader
posted nov 18th, 2025 11:16 pm
working on some requests n prepping for lynmas, but Dr Jack Abbot is taking overrrr
When nightshift attending Jack Abbot is the usual subject to your late night flirtation, he's only a little thrown off when two younger opponents enter the ring, or, well the pitt. may contain y/n, flirty kinda bombshell!reader, reader age not mentioned, not proofread, mention of reader wearing glasses, also jack calls reader Kid like once, normal pitt hospital jargon tho way less proper bc i am not a med student or a doctor. jealous!abbot, shy!whitaker, and ofc cocky!santos muah.
requests r open
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wc: 1.2k
Dr Abbot was the jealous type. There was no denying or defending, he just was. That wasn’t the issue, the issue was that he had no real reason to be jealous.
Every few months, fresh meat would be thrown into the Pitt. The big bad scary Emergency Department.
Now these kids, cause truly to Dr Robinavitch and Dr Abbot, no matter how educated they all were, they were kids, would thankfully be given day shift in the beginning. Meaning Jack hardly ever had to babysit.
Michael was always the more maternal of the two attendings anyway.
Now after the first few weeks of the newbies working dayshifts, they were usually thrown into a nightshift. There was different pacing for the nightshift, different people, different patients.
“Think full moons mixed with Halloween but it’s every night.”
Thats how you had described it as Dr Robby so kindly took the time to reintroduce his four not so rookies to their nightshift attending and their charge nurse. The man was exhausted from his own shift, Jack had tried telling him to just call it but the combination of Victoria Javadi’s nervous smiles and Dennis Whitaker’s puppy dog eyes, The man couldn’t bear to leave them fending for themselves.
“You’ve all, of course, met Dr. Jack Abbot, your attending for the night one of the best doctors I’ve ever had the honor to work with.”
The praise was unnecessary but appreciated nonetheless, shown in the small pat on the back from Jack.
But that’s also when Jack first noticed something. The little smile on Santos’ face, not the kind she gave when praised for hard work or when excited. No, this was different, and directed at you.
The glint in Trinity Santos’ eye at the night ahead only shined brighter when she made eye contact with you. Robby’s hand gesturing to you as you wagged a few fingers at the small group, earning sweet waves from Mel and Victoria, and a rather shy one from Dennis whose cheeks ran a deeper shade of red than usual. “This is your charge nurse-” “Anything you need, you go to her and listen closely, she’s the best of us” Jack cut him off, a subtle smirk on his lips as he heard Robby mumble something about how he said the same thing about Dana. But Jack took a different sort of pride in you.
Their dayshift attending left them with a swift goodbye and goodluck, and then they were swept into the night with their new colleagues.
“Brown nosing me to the rookies, Doctor, really?” You shot the man a half smile before looking down at the tablet in your hands. Jack scoffed out what could’ve been a laugh or a cough, “You ain’t the charge nurse for nothin’ sweetheart,” Then he was swept away too.
It was nearing 12 in the morning now, almost the halfway mark of the night and usually the point that shit gets real. Stomach or chest pains waking people up, someone got too lit or in some cases too sad.
Though for Dennis Whitaker MS4 as he had told you when politely asked, given a granola bar as if a reward after, compared to his first dayshift, tonight had been a dream.
He had primarily been working beside Dr Ellis with Trinity and things hadn’t been so bad. Despite Trinity’s competitive nature, though with his few months of living with her, he had gotten used to that.
“Hey, Dennis, how are you doin? Is everything going okay so far?” Your soft tone caught him off guard as he looked away from the daunting screens to meet your eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah, so far so good, heh” Dennis laughed a bit more genuine when you knocked on your head as to not jinx the young man.
He was still trying to get used to the way you almost strictly used first names or even petnames unless consulting by a patient. You had even called Dr Abbot by his first name and Dennis was positive the only person really allowed to do that was Dr Robby.
“I’m glad, honey, there’s some donuts from the little place down the street in the breakroom, we get leftovers.”
You winked and pushed your glasses up in a way that had Dennis walking as he stuttered out a thank you and left your sight.
“Nurse Y/n, are you flirting with that vulnerable med student?” Dr. Parker Ellis teased from behind the counter, rubbing hand sanitizer into her hands as you waved her away. “Nooo, I call everyone petnames.” You shrug, smiling back at her as she squinted her eyes. Unconvinced.
“And maybe it’s fun to see how flustered he gets, sue me” “I won’t, but that Doctor of yours might” Parker laughed, offering only a thumbs up as she walked away and heard you calling out donuts in the break roommm.
“What’s with Ellis?” Jack picked up a pen, jotting something down as he pretended that he hadn’t been eavesdropping. When you didn’t answer quickly enough he looked at you, changing his own topic. “Did you need anything?” That softness shoved its way through Jack’s usual gruff tone, reserved for you on easier nights like tonight.
“Hmmm.” You tapped your chin in fake wonder. “A head message, a hug, oh! An iced coffee with sooo much sweetener and cold foam, maybe a warm bath?”
Jack chuckled, shaking his head at the options. “Got about 7 hours before I can make those happen for you, kid.” “Worth a shot, there’s donuts in the break room” “Every night”
“Do you think Y/n gives her number out to coworkers? I mean if I continue in Dayshifts after this, we could have something beautiful.” It was now closer to 3 AM as Trinity spoke close to Dennis’ ear, laughing with her hands in her pockets at the way her roommate rolled his eyes.
“I’m just sayin’ she’s been makin’ eyes at me all night.”
“Who’s making eyes?” Mel popped up walking side by side with the pair now, her own kind eyes matching the small smile that almost always resided on her face.
Dennis sounded more defensive then he’d like to admit as he crossed his arms “No one, Santos just has a crush on Nurse Y/n.”
“Oh, She’s married though.”
Mel’s words were said so casually that you couldn’t hear the stabbing in both Dennis and Trinity’s hearts from the declaration.
“What? She’s not wearing a ring.” Dennis rushed out first, cut off by Trinity’s hand smushing into the side of his face as she turned to face Mel completely. “She’s married?”
“Yeah, to-” Both heads whirled around at the sound of your soft laugh, ignoring their friend entirely now as they watched you giggle like a schoolgirl over something Jack Abbot had said to you. Smug little smirk resting on his face like he had won the lottery.
“Oh my god” It was said in perfect unison, both jaws slack, Trinity’s eyebrows furrowed while Dennis’ raised. Watching in a mixture of frustration and amazement as known angsty and rough around the edges, Dr. Jack Abbot pressed a quick kiss to your temple and squeezed your shoulders as he moved past you.
@popeheywardssecretgf asked: helloo, could u do a Chad Meeks Martin fluff where fem!reader goes to Mindy and Chad’s house to see Mindy (beacuse they were bestfriends friends before her and Chad started dating) and Chad’s just kinda like wtf she’s my girlfriend Mindy~ tyy!! (love your writing btw)
okay he's a little less jealous-y and i am so fucking sorry for the wait wow i really hope u enjoy, i think its pretty cute, thank u for ur patience xx
summary: Mindy needs to tell reader all abt her date and chad gets sidelined use of y/n, a lot of platonic!mindy x reader, not a lot of romantic!chad x reader :/ mentions of mindy getting laid lol
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“Y/n!” Mindy’s voice rang through your ears as the familiar front door of the Meeks-Martin household opened. “Hey, Mindy” You responded with a smile, backpack slung over one shoulder but quickly being slid down her arm as Mindy practically pulled you inside.
“So, you remember that girl I said asked me out?” “yeah, Ivy right?” Mindy’s face lit up at the name which verified your guess was correct. You listened with a smile as your best friend rambled on with details of the date as she mindlessly pulled snacks out of the pantry for your sleepover. You set your bag on one of the chairs at the table before leaning against the counter and taking one of the chip bags from Mindy.
By the time Chad had gotten to the kitchen, Mindy’s arms were full, and her rant about the pretty girl was far from over, so Chad took it upon himself to carefully maneuver his way throughout the room to not get in his sister’s way before slinking his arms around your waist and hugging you in one swift movement. Mumbling a “hi” into your hair and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before moving away from you and to the fridge, leaving you suddenly cold.
You smiled, setting the bag of chips on the table by your backpack and crossing your arms, “so wait, did you kiss her or-“ Mindy cut off your question with harsh shushes, earning a laugh in return, “you need the full rundown before I tell you the best details”
“So she did kiss her” Chad answered, deciding the fridge was boring before grabbing a water bottle and closing the door, taking your previous place against the counter.
You laughed as Mindy glared at her brother before she threw a majority of the snacks into a reusable bag from the grocery store, holding the few that didn’t fit in the bag in her hands.
“Come, sweet Y/n, I’ll finish the story while we set up for our movie” Mindy announced, pointing at you while she picked up the bag and started for the living room. “Hey, so what are we watching?” Chad asked as the two of you followed Mindy.
“Y/n/n and I will be watching Silence of the Lambs, you will be butting out of our movie night” Mindy responded matter of factly, ignoring the sympathetic smile you shot Chad as she abandoned all snacks on the coffee table.
Chad scoffed, “You know she’s my girlfriend right? not yours?” Chad asked sarcastically, “Yeah, only after you stole her from me” Mindy scoffed back, accidentally reminding you about the fact they were twins as you watched the encounter, setting up the couch. “Y/n?” Chad said, getting your full attention, those brown. puppy eyes just waiting to work their magic on you.
“No! Nuh-uh! don’t put her in that weird trance you do!” Mindy snapped her fingers in front of her brother’s face, causing you to laugh once more before slapping your hand over your mouth to stop it. “We have our date tomorrow night! think you can last till then?” You asked, smiling at Chad, watching as he rolled his eyes and took one of the bags of chips from the snack bag. “I’ll be waiting for you when you inevitably get bored of hearing about Ivy, babe,” Chad said pointing at you in a similar way to how Mindy did a few moments earlier before he turned around and started for the stairs, not missing the way Mindy called him an asshole as he flipped her off without turning back.
A few hours had passed now as you cleaned up the empty soda cans and a few beer bottles from the table when Mindy’s phone lit up with a text, initially you both ignored it, laughing at some dumb comment you had made about Hannibal Lecter as Mindy tied the trash bag and set it on the floor. It lit up a few more times this time catching your attention, “Tara maybe?” you asked with a shrug, Mindy mirrored your action before picking up her phone. “Oh my god it’s Ivy” she smiled, her face lighting up from the light on the screen. “What’s she saying?” You smiled, picking up the empty popcorn bowl. “Oh,” Mindy’s smile dropped before she shoved her phone into her back pocket, picking up the bag of trash. “She just wanted me to come over,” She shrugged, following you into the kitchen so you could put the bowl in the sink. “Told her I can’t, too busy with my Y/n,” she said teasingly, smiling at you as you scoffed. “You should go, movie’s over, it beats studying til we pass out,” You said with another shrug, “you’re sure you’re okay with it? I’m not gonna ditch you for a girl,"
"not ditching if I told you to go, it’s just for tonight! Maybe next movie night it’ll be a group thing” you teased, smiling at your friend as she let a toothy grin fall over her lips.
“Okay, but only if you’ll still be here when I get back,” Mindy said, “let's go take this trash out and then I’ll go,” She smiled once more, practically skipping as you two went out the backdoor to the trash can.
You were met back in the kitchen with Chad, cleaning your popcorn bowl as Mindy ran past him to get upstairs and find a different jacket. Making your way over to him silently, you laid your head on his arm as he turned off the water and shook his hands carefully to not splash you before reaching with his free arm for the rag and drying his hands. “Where you guys going?” he asked, tilting his head towards you. “Mindy got invited to Ivy’s, I told her to go” you responded, moving to look at his face properly.
He smirked that half smile he always does before turning fully and pulling into his hoodie-covered chest, earning a laugh as he did so. “So, that means it’ll just be us?”
“at least till she gets back, yes” You responded through a muffled laugh.
“Later losers! I’m getting laid!” Mindy called to you both as she rushed back down the stairs, as if on cue all three of you called out I love you at the same time before the door opened and swiftly shut.
“Just me and you” Chad sighed in content, “now what?” you asked in response, leaning back just enough to look at his face, but quickly moved back into him for a kiss this time, a quiet hmph being heard as your lips hit his but seamlessly falling in tune with his movements.
“I missed you” he mumbled into your hair after pulling back and hugging you once more, “ you saw me at school earlier” you laughed.
“That was forever ago,” he said through laughs.
“I missed you too, let's go watch a movie,” you said, pulling away completely and taking his hand, leading him to the couch littered with blankets and pillows.
Chad spoke once more as you landed on the couch, “Can we watch the Mario movie?”
⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02 ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05
Why Are You Up Here | @poisonofthepaint
a story told through cigarettes and suicidal tendencies. you and jack spend the time trying to talk each other down from the roof, until the fourth of july, when neither of you can get up there.
handwritten notes | @pope-codys
you and the kids write notes for jack when he has to work on christmas eve
My Body’s Keeping Score | @/pope-codys
after a particularly hard case, you and dr. abbot end up on the roof and learn you have a lot more in common then you thought
Abbot² | @d3ad-aliv3
Imagine | @scarletttries
Imagine getting caught under the mistletoe with Jack Abbot.
Don’t Look At Me Like That | @starkenobi
Your Med School Ex, Part 2 | @butyoudidthis4what
Jack gets jealous when your med school ex shows up and spends the day shadowing you.
Flustered | @/butyoudidthis4what
When Jack has to reschedule your first date again you can't help but think he's changed his mind.
driven by fear | @suuuupernovaaa
Jack hasn’t even told anyone he’s seeing someone, so imagine their shock when you come in, bloodied nearly head to toe, and Doctor Abbot is suddenly losing his mind.
Sirius | @bluesofapollo
you're just trying to survive getting through school by doing an unorthodox job that allows you to meet an older doctor, Dr. Abbot who treats you. And your paths keep crossing.
Bittersweet | @prettyyoungandbored
After the events of Pittfest, Jack comes home thankful his wife is safe and sound.
Jack and Gizmo | @/prettyyoungandbored
Some quick stories about how Jack befriended Gizmo, his eventual wife’s beloved cat.
Knight in an Evening Gown | @/prettyyoungandbored
Wife Guy | @/prettyyoungandbored
I gave it to her | @zivistardust
When a girls night out goes to shit and Jacks wife ends up at the Pitt, she thinks she can hide it from him. Silly girl.
Jack Abbot with a yapper girlfriend | @/zivistardust
FROM THE START | @fromsil
ending up at the pittsburgh trauma medical center should have been a delight—so many familiar faces and some of the best doctors you knew. but it was also the very hospital where your ex-husband worked. as you waited for results, time passed getting you closer to the night shift. the dread of seeing him pulled you down memory lane, and every step felt heavier than the last.
EMERGENCY MEETINGS | @/fromsil
trips to the emergency room landed you in the path of none other than doctor jack abbot, and maybe it was just fate trying to push things along a little.
Hide and Seek | @ababeofclass
you vs knife, knife won. jack is less than thrilled when he finds you hiding in his er.
did you cut your hair? | @carmenlikeme
That’s your wife? | @booksandteaandtears
the new ER personnel does not yet know who Jack is married to. You're a pretty scary ortho attending that seems to always be fighting with Jack
Masterlist | @glamorizethechaos
jack's prosthetic | @/glamorizethechaos
“Night shift baby”, part 02, part 03 | @freakingholland
Dr. Abbot visits Y/N, his beloved rad tech and a fellow night shift-er. Night shifts aren’t so bad when you have the right company.
Having a daughter with Jack Abbot | @youvebeenlivingfictional
u have to try the breakroom donuts | @urrockstar-xo
When nightshift attending Jack Abbot is the usual subject to your late night flirtation, he’s only a little thrown off when two younger opponents enter the ring, or, well the pitt.
Imagine | @criminalamnesia
Same Circus, Same Clowns | @ragingbookdragon
a ring | @bitters-n-sweets
You found an old ring in Jack’s drawer.
ask me again | @/bitters-n-sweets
When Jack casually asks you to marry him, it sparks a conversation that you both haven’t had.
too sweet | @pencil-n-pen
being in and out of the hospital all the time has never been an enjoyable experience. But after meeting a certain ED doctor who you can't seem to get away from, things just might start looking up.
Shy | @thatfanficstuff
To Be Seen | @/thatfanficstuff
Gifting Goblins | @/thatfanficstuff
Too Much, part 2, part 3 | @/thatfanficstuff
Diagnosis: Married?, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 | @s-writing-s
One glitchy tablet, one HR email, and suddenly you’re married to your attending, Jack Abbot. HR thinks it was intentional and has already started merging your records. Claim it was a mistake, and your residency could be delayed. With only three months left until you’re an attending, Jack agrees to play along. Pretending to be married might save your career—but can your heart survive the side effects?
Secrets, part 2, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 | @promotional-dvd
You’re Jacks favourite resident, but you could be more you think, if it weren’t for the secrets you are both keeping.
Jack Abbot x Single Mom!Resident!Reader
Mourning His Curls | @richeeduvie
on and off | @/richeeduvie
Jack’s Prosthetic | @/richeeduvie
loose cannon and gunpowder | @inkdippedquills
He hated you. He hated your job. But also he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was deeply inconvenient.
i dodged a mullet | @/inkdippedquills
Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you in ways that give your coworkers and crush far too much comedy material. If only the ambulance would be kind enough to run you over.
it is what it could be | @/inkdippedquills
The past never goes away, but maybe there’s a place to find steady ground.
Scar tissue | @inlovewithquestionablecharacters
Cigarettes and feelings | @/inlovewithquestionablecharacters
Jack Abbot x Vet!Reader | @nineteenninety-six
Jack Abbot x wife nurse!reader | @/nineteenninety-six
jack abbot x dana’s daughter!reader | @loves-alibi
What He Didn’t Push Through | @fanficwritinggirl
bluey & banana bag | @maoricth
you’re pregnant again and you’re not exactly thriving. jack is trying to help you but at the same time not be bossy. you’re deflecting and acting like everything’s fine.
romance is dead | @popesgloves
five signs that you might be in love with jack abbot (you’re not. right?)
Baby fever with Jack | @burgundysnow
toy box masterlist COMPLETED | @drjohncarters
handling your marriage with a really great doctor, and a really bad husband.
Baby it’s cold outside | @titus-danforth
locked in the hospital with Jack Abbot after a snowstorm- but he always makes it worthwhile.
Knowing Me, Knowing You | @traumaone
You and Jack are in an unlabled relationship of unknown seriousness, so unknown you didn't even know he had a second job.
Celebrate Me Home | @thecursivej
Three holiday seasons your path crosses with Dr. Jack Abbot, and the one where your paths converge.
Remember Me, part two, part three, Part Four, Part Five | @at-this-point-i-dont-even-know
Quiet | @butyoudidthis4what
Widower Jack and widowed single mom Reader meet in the Pitt when Reader's baby gets sick. What follows is healing, patience and becoming ready.
A nice bonus. | @/butyoudidthis4what
Jack sees you get hit by a car and becomes your doctor and more.
Unspoken Conversations | @marvelous-slut
The Ring | @/marvelous-slut
Unexpected Touch | @marvelouslytrekking
Jack lost faith in the universe when he lost his soulmate mark when he lost his leg. The universe may still have some tricks up its sleeve
night shift | @lilyswritings
you and jack break up over hurt feelings and misunderstandings, and when samira joins the night shift, your relief turns into jealousy as you start to believe he’s moving on — unaware that all he wants is to get you back
gets me going. | @somanyideassolittletime
jack desperately needs your help in dismissing a flirty student from him.
merry lynmasss, its the most wonderful time of the year and who better to kick it off with then our superman?
use of y/n, and so so corny lol
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You're my wish list, Lookin' at you got me thinking Christmas, Snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin'
“This is not gonna fit in my car,” Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you looked at the big tree. “You don’t have anything to strap it to the roof?” Clark’s hands were on his hips, head tilted to the left. His red flannel coat pushed up from the standing position he was in as he thought of solutions when you shook your head no.
“How did I not think of that? We came all the way to Smallville to get a real tree farm experience and I forgot the most important things?” Granted, even now as you complained, you weren’t quite sure what those important things all were, but it’s the thought and all that.
“Honey, don’t worry about it!” Your problem solver boyfriend kicked into gear already trying to find the best position to hold the tree in. “I can fly it to our apartment, I’m sure.”
“Are you sure-” and he was gone, just like that, with a tree in his arms like it weighed a total of nothing pounds.
Clark beat you there obviously, already positioning it in a corner of your too small shared apartment. “Whaddya think, honey?” He positioned his arms as a way of saying ta-da, smiling proudly at you while you set down your things and tilted your head at the tree. “I mean, I’m sorry but I-” “what?” Clark’s face fell as soon as you began, arms dropping to his side.
“It’s just a little… Big is all,”
“So we have to go get another one?” And he would’ve, in a heartbeat, gone back and brought you another one.
But you cracked, unable to hold your resolve when he was staring at you like a big sad dog. “No, no, babe, I’m just messing with you”
Clark sighed in relief at the sound of your laugh, head dropping to the floor momentarily before pointing at you with that dimpley grin of his. “You are so getting coal this year in your stocking”
“I got a couple other ideas for you to put in my stocking” “Y/n-” His tone was warning but his eyes were shining, unable to fight off the smile at your teasing. “Some massive presents for under the tree too-”
Than as if you were the tree a few minutes prior, he swooped you up by the waist.
sorry abt the hold on lynmas turns out grief actually stunts christmas vibes so bad but a nonsense christmass w clark kent will be out tn as well as a stiles blurb requested so kindly 🎀
requests r still open pls be kind and patient with me ily ty
Jimmy is sitting at his desk across from yours and his eyes are scanning through whatever’s on his computer, but his body and chair are angled towards you. You’re supposed to be working on your article that needs to be submitted by the end of the day, but you keep getting distracted by any small movement that Jimmy makes.
And you can’t tell if he knows that you’re watching when he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. The bottom of his shirt lifts up and your initial reaction is to snatch your gaze away. But temptation wins over and you can’t help but try to sneak another glance. And holy fuck. Jimmy Olsen has abs. You don’t know how he hasn’t noticed that practically half of his stomach is on display, but you’re not about to say anything. You can tell that he has at least a six-pack, and you keep your stare on him, hoping that maybe another half inch of his shirt will ride up.
But unfortunately, your perfect view is taken away when Clark’s large frame steps in front of Jimmy and they strike up a conversation. You force your gaze back to your computer but you still find it hard to concentrate on what you’re supposed to be doing.
You started as an intern at the Daily Planet several years ago, and from your first day on, the only thing the other interns wanted to talk about was Jimmy Olsen. You knew that if you joined in, it could automatically set a reputation for you that you didn’t want. so you kept your head down, focused on your work, and just admired him from afar. It didn’t win you any sort of kinship with the other interns, but it caught the attention of Lois Lane and the two of you had been close ever since.
Which is why she feels comfortable enough to take a seat on the edge of your desk, a knowing smirk on her face. “If only you had Superman’s x-ray vision, huh?”
“Shut up, Lois,” you banter back, and give her a light push off of your desk. And as she walks away, still laughing, your gaze can’t help but fall back to Jimmy.
just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?
people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.
at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.
i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.
last of fictober and also a sneak peak prequel thing to a jason todd fic coming soon <3 lyrics from halloween by noah kahan.
fictober
But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in, And the bridges have long since been burned
And the ash of the home that I started the fire in, It starts to return to the Earth
Jason made a conscious decision when coming back to Gotham as the Red Hood, one that ensured he would have nothing to do with his life here before. Before with Bruce Wayne, before with the Joker, the pit. Before with you.
It had been 5 years, 5 years of rebuilding a small life for himself, with no interruptions to his duty in Gotham. Bruce had tried sure, but the two men had come to a kind of agreement years ago. Now Jason had connections, his own circle of informants, a shabby run down apartment that only had cold water and gas problems, sure. But it was his and cheap and he was barely in it anyway.
Patrol took up some nights, others spent plotting against the head gangs in the area, keeping the local kids out of trouble and away from said gangs. Then, of course, he had to check on you.
You had built your own life too. Adjusting to a world without the boy you had fallen in love with because at the time he was a boy, and you were just a girl. Two kids each with a whole life ahead of them maybe not good ones but lives nonetheless.
Until Jason’s foster dad called, and his older brother showed up at your front door. Then there was only one life, a fraction of it anyway.
And here he was, haunting your apartment building even now. Both of you grown, one supposedly dead. Watching you from afar, keeping you safe because one thing that hadn’t changed was your determination to find things out on your own. Whenever you ended up in a reckless spot, making stupid decisions, it shot Jason right back to his sophomore year when you took it upon yourself to create and run the Gotham High School’s newspaper.
He protected you then and he sure as still protected you now. Some things insisted on staying the same.
Even now as he found himself prepping guns and lacing up his boots, all in preparation to make sure the girl he’s always sworn to look out for didn’t get herself killed in the middle of her Blackmask investigation.
It's not Halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as
Sure knows how to haunt, yeah, you know how to haunt
It had started as a bit. You found yourself one day in a conversation with a friend of yours about how everyone’s a little toxic, even something as small as jealousy can count. Jax had butt in a few times, trying to shut down the idea of anything brought up being toxic, “says the king of toxicity himself, thank you for your input, sir.” Is how you responded.
And that pretty much shut him up for the remainder of the conversation, Up until you asked what your toxic trait was.
“Ohhh, baby, you’re possessive.” Jax pointed at you, a half smirk on his face as he shrugged on his vest. “I don’t think it’s being possessive when women throw themselves over my man and I’m simply marking what’s mine” It was joke but when your friend lifted her own finger, with a quiet “that part”
All three of you knew it really wasn’t.
“Oh, you know what, maybe this is toxic of me but I really like the idea of a name tattoo” “Of Jackson?” She was appalled before you saved it by clarifying, Jax having your name tatted. “Oh that’s good”
Jax scoffed, officially retreating from the conversation as the two women in his living room giggled like schoolgirls and started discussing design details for the made up tattoo.
It had been a few months since then, conversation long forgotten even during rough patches where maybe your name in a pretty font would be necessary sprawled in ink on Jackson’s body.
Until a particular bad night, fights about the club and their needs coming before yours were becoming more and more frequent. Jackson’s late night meetings stubbing date nights, and almost every time you guys were getting naked. Going on runs caused more issues because you knew the rules and what if Jax had been participating in them?
Tonight’s fight hadn’t been much different, it was a girl in the club, some sex worker who hadn’t realized you were there with Jax, until he told her so. In a tone that was far too friendly for your liking, including an unneeded “darlin’” thrown in the mix.
The sound of his engine roaring was heard throughout the entire neighborhood, settling down in the driveway as you got up from the couch. The hoodie sleeves were bunched up around your elbows as you moved to open the front door, the sound of the engine cutting as he took his helmet off and watched you with a tilted head. “Hey, beautiful” Jax drawled it out, in an almost sing-song tone as he swung his leg up and over the bike to make his way back into his loving home, into your loving arms.
This was a part of the routine, fight, Jax heads out on club business, kiss and makeup at the door. It didn’t solve much but it worked.
“Got you a surprise.” Jax smiled, arms crossed in a way that was almost suspicious. A nervous laugh left your lips as he approached you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss despite you talking through it. “What did you do?”
He nudged your inside with his elbow, watching as you walked into a better lit area than the porch.
Jax pulled his arm away from his chest, holding his forearm out.
And there it was, on full display, your name in a pretty font, with an even prettier kiss mark. Your kiss mark.
“Oh my god, Jackson Teller, you didn’t” But silently you thanked yourself for making a habit to kiss the notes you left for him in his pockets.
“Don’t gotta tell no one I’m taken, if it’s sittin on my arm, darlin’” “You're so stupid” But your smile said otherwise.
