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isa. she/her. aquarius. weird girl. jack abbot lover. clark kent’s sweet girl. bisexual. main blog (unused). free palestine.

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taking requests ! will write 4 the pitt, dc/dcu, assorted shawn hatosy characters.

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jack abbott fic recs - one

F - fluff S - smut A - angst ♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines & drabbles yeri's favourites

@abbotafterhours ——————————

☆ sharp | A. F. ⤷ you arrive at the pitt with a pair of hairdressing scissors impaled through your dominant hand and one very specific request: do not tell jack abbot. the pitt, as it turns out, is a very small building. 

@abbotly ——————————

☆ compromise | A. ⤷ your attending is worried your mouth is putting you in unnecessary danger with testy patients, which you find ironic coming from a man who gets shot at as a side gig.

@abbotsgirl99 ——————————

♡ the story of us | F. A.

@alexandritte80 ——————————

☆ the bet | F. ⤷ with mrs. abbot heavily pregnant, the hospital makes a bet. who will win? ☆ stomach bug | F. ⤷ amidst an epidemic of stomach bugs, yn believes she's being affected… she just didn't expect the bug to bring to light some secrets… and surprises. ☆ hula hoop code | F. A. ⤷ in the middle of a night shift, a hula hoop code changes everything.

@alinathinkstoomuch ——————————

☆ sprains & refrains | F. A. ⤷ you decide to come into work with a sprained ankle and hide it from abbot. he is not happy when he finds out.

@annaevermore ——————————

☆ gentle touch | F. ⤷ how going downstairs to the ER to check on baby jane doe turned into patching up the night shift attending.

@annsfics ——————————

☆ let me be that for you | A. ⤷ what begins as a good day with a service dog visiting the pitt because it's still in training nearly ends with you being admitted as you spiral during a horrible panic attack outside, due to believing that you're going to soon be without a place to live. until jack rectifies the situation.

@barnesdreamcatcher ——————————

☆ there's only me and you | A. F. ⤷ what is supposed to be the happiest day of your lives leaves jack in complete frustration. you assure him that you love him just the way he is and that he isn’t any less for needing to take a break. ◇ this drabble

@belleeebelleee ——————————

☆ jack abbott x fem!reader | F. A. ⤷ you're known for being clumsy. so it's not all that surprising when you get injured at work (not the hospital) and are taken to PTMC, where your boyfriend jack works. unfortunately you've managed to break your ankle, rather than your usual small bruises. one problem: you don't tell jack you're a patient. so when he does finally hear that you're in the ER, he gets garbled information and winds up thinking you're gravely injured. ☆ jack abbott x fem!reader | F. A. ☆ jack abbott x fem!reader | F. A. ⤷ jack abbot receives a call while he's on night shift. ☆ jack abbot x fem!reader | F. ⤷ you're shy. really shy. jack think's its adorable. ☆ jack abbot x fem!reader | F. A. ⤷ you give jack's phone number to another man

@bitchinbarzal ——————————

☆ heart hurts | F. A. ⤷ babygirl says some hurtful things to jack.

@cillasvilla ——————————

♡ you and me could write a bad romance... | F. S. A. ⤷ you find your older attending hot and it looks like your dreams could all come true when he's all stubborn over your exhaustion.

@crosshajr ——————————

☆ no going back | F. ⤷ in which you notice jack has taken off his wedding ring.

@cryptic-doe ——————————

♡ my moon and my man | F. ◇ this drabble

@dearwalker ——————————

☆ gorgeous | F. ⤷ you’ve been secretly losing your mind over dr. abbot for months. one slip on ice later, and your giant crush on the night attending becomes everyone’s business thanks to a concussion and a mouth that won’t stop calling him gorgeous. ♡ baby jane abbot | F. ⤷ after deciding to foster baby jane doe, the abbot household faces a sleepless afternoon. as jack rocks her back to sleep, you both realize the word “foster” starts to feel less like a temporary label, and more like something you wish to erase completely.

@deathvalleyqueen ——————————

♡ sometime's you need a fresh start | F. A.

@deliciousangelfestival ——————————

♡ private patient | F. ⤷ what if jack abbott ends up with a rich wife instead of being the provider? ♡ you should've asked | F. ⤷ you keep your personal life private at your new job. until one day, your son’s innocent answers spark wild office gossip about your “mysterious” husband. everyone thinks they’ve figured him out.

@fromsil ——————————

☆ the terrible date | A. ⤷ a terrible date, on your evening off, ends you up at the emergency service in a bad state. the very same emergency service you work at.

@goldsainz ——————————

☆ see you clearly | F. ⤷ after forgetting your backup contact lenses you must wear your glasses, shocking your attending in the process.

@hearts4hughes ——————————

☆ chain of command | A. ⤷ a few weeks into your residency, dr. jack abbot realizes something deeply inconvenient: you are impossible to ignore.

@highdramas ——————————

♡ return to me | F. A. ⤷ you've spent your life since you were fourteen years old in and out of hospitals, waiting for a donor for the heart transplant that would save your life. on may 1st, 2000, you finally receive the heart that allowed you to live again. at the same time, jack abbot loses his wife.

@imaginesofwonder ——————————

☆ say it again | F. ⤷ what should’ve been a simple grocery run spirals when Jack is judged at a glance, and you make it clear exactly who they’re talking to. ☆ say yes, idiot | F. ⤷ jack struggles to ask robby to be his child’s godfather, but his heavy words lead robby to the wrong conclusion ☆ property of | A. F. ⤷ a routine ER shift takes a sharp turn when a jane doe arrives wearing jack’s dog tags. ☆ mistaken identity | F. ⤷ in the chaos of a mass-casualty call, your badges get swapped, leading to a quiet, loving moment with jack as you switch them back. ☆ happily married | F. ⤷ you’re a new ED doctor who wears a fake wedding ring to keep patients from flirting, but your observant colleague jack notices and wants more. ☆ where the hell is my husband? | F. ⤷ it was supposed to be date night… but jack was nowhere to be seen.

@inkdrinkerworld ——————————

☆ so fucking endearing | F. ⤷ you do a bar crawl with the night shift as a new couple with jack abbot and he’s concerned about your blood sugar

@inkydelusions ——————————

♡ something med school didn't cover | A. F. ⤷ when the doors of the pitt swing open to reveal you on the gurney, dr. jack abbot’s world shatters, forcing him to fight for two lives he didn't know were at stake.

@jrabbott ——————————

☆ lost | F. ⤷ " 'im so sorry, jack. i don't know how i'm ever going to fix this." you sob through tears, jack's eyebrows come together as he turns your chair to look at him. or reader thinks she lost jack's dog tags. ☆ smothering and aggravating | F. A. ⤷ "it feels like she's smothering me and constantly over me. it's aggravating the shit out of me that she doesn't know a damn thing about the emergency department." jack spits harshly. or reader overhears jack on the phone and thinks it's definitely about her.

@kalila ——————————

♡ emergency contact | A. ⤷ when you wake up confused and covered in your own blood what better idea than to call your hot downstairs neighbor to the rescue !

@kisscoabbot ——————————

☆ dirty little secret | F. ⤷ you're dr. robby's daughter but also have a HUGE crush on his bestfriend, the night shift attending at PTMC.

@lovebugism ——————————

☆ you win some, you lose some | F. ⤷ you assume jack likes you until the pitt starts betting on how long it'll take him and samira to get together; jack assumes you like him until you get called into work while on a date with your coworker. turns out, all it takes is a bad bet and an even worse date for you and jack to realize how in love the two of you are ☆ that funny feeling - @lovebugism | F. A. ⤷ on your very first day as an attending at the ptmc, you're forced to navigate the chaos of the night shift, a code silver, and the fact that jack abbot would (and did) take a bullet for you.

@miserymorgue ——————————

♡ linger | F. ⤷ you join PTMC as their slightly uptight, sharp hospital lawyer and catch the attention of night shift attending jack abbot.

@myladysapphire ——————————

☆ when did you get hot | F. S. ⤷ stuck on a bad date, your boss comes to your rescue. and he sees it as the perfect excuse to make you realise his flirting wasn't just an act.

@of-apollo ——————————

☆ baby drama | F. A. ⤷ you think that you’re doing an excellent job at keeping yours and jack’s little secret. and you are! but, when you take a hit at work, a routine question asked by mel reveals your precious little thing. an excited mel and langdon is an unstoppable force, and within the hour, you are faced with more congratulations than you know what to do with.

@pellucid-constellations ——————————

☆ disciplinary action | A. ⤷ it’s a bad day—robby’s worse than most. he takes it out on you. jack’s not exactly okay with that. ☆ unknown etiology | A. ⤷ you pass out at work. jack already knew that was going to happen. still scares the shit out of him.

@pitt-chfork ——————————

☆ banana chocolate muffin | F. A.

@psychotina ——————————

☆ to build a home | F. ⤷ jack would give you anything in the world if you asked for it, but he never expected you to ask to take an abandoned baby home.

@queensinxs ——————————

☆ i'm not jealous | F. A. ⤷ the thing between you and jack is unoffical, but you're practically together. you just aren't ready for a real relationship yet. that is until you see the new dayshift fellow hanging off of him. not that you're jealous. he's not your boyfriend. but you don't like it. does he?

@s-writing-s ——————————

♡ diagnosis: married? | F. A. ⤷ 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?

@seewhoyouwanttosee ——————————

☆ good graces | A. F. ⤷ the one (1) time jack abbot snapped at you, and the four (4) times you made him pay for it.

@shadeofpeach ——————————

☆ hidden bruises | A. ⤷ working the night shift at the pitt is hard enough without carrying the weight of a violent secret. jack abbot has been watching his best resident slowly fade for months until a desperate attempt to leave her abuser turns into a fight for her life. ☆ two reasons to come home | A. F. ⤷ after an argument about Jack’s dangerous new hobby with the SWAT team, he walks out, leaving things shattered. hours later, jack realizes that the adrenaline he’s been chasing is nothing compared to the new reason to come back home after his shifts. ☆ sugar highs | A. ⤷ being a nurse on a 12-hour shift can be stressful, and consequently, ignoring your illness is something jack is not happy about.

@somethingeh ——————————

♡ aces universe | F. ⤷ you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself with a very permanent problem?

@sunnysidevans ——————————

☆ baby | S. A. ⤷ the rumor spreads fast that (y/n) "baby" robinavitch is part of the PTMC family. after one drunk night at the bar, you quickly became his baby.

☆ red, white, and positive - @thatsthatbridepresso | A.

@the-shedevil-writes ——————————

☆ teaching moments | F. A. ⤷ in which ogilvie has moved to the night shift, and you're the resident assigned to teach him. but when things start to get more and more frustrating, you rely on your husband/attending, jack abbot.

@thefictionalmanswhxre ——————————

☆ lingering bruise | A. ⤷ a wrong assumption causes jack to doubt your relationship. in doing so, he learns a secret you've been keeping buried and it makes him wish he never doubted you to start ☆ lights out | A. F. ⤷ you've suffered an injury and can't get a hold of jack. you make it to ptmc and are brushed aside by a new staff member. when your condition worsens and jack finds out? god help whoever let this happen to you

@theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction ——————————

◇ imagine refusing medical help and robby calls for back up

@therarityoflife ——————————

☆ smoke inhalation | F. A. ⤷ the ‘pittlings’, as jack likes to refer to them as, are unaware that he is in a relationship. he likes to keep his life outside of the hospital private. after responding to a call out to a structural fire, you and your crew are bringing four patients to PTMC for treatment. jack is on a rare day shift, and is in the hospital when you arrive. the pittlings very quickly learn about your relationship when your captain rats you out for giving your breathing mask to a teenager and insists you get checked over for smoke inhalation.

@vncbitch ——————————

♡ sidelines | A. F. ⤷ in which jack abbot moves down south after retiring. he always thought he’d end up alone, but finds you instead. you, eldest daughter, wanting nothing more than to please your mother, introduce yourself to him at church. since then, it’s history. he treats you like you’re his world. you treat him like he’s a normal person. you ignore the eyes on you. you two are all that matter anyways.

@weird-is-life ——————————

☆ practicing | F. ⤷ jack sees you with a baby on your hip and can't get the image of you with his baby out of his head. baby fever getting to you both ☆ car crash | A. F. ⤷ you get into a car accident with jack's car. you worry about the car, and he worries about your health ♡ my saviour | A. ⤷ when a creep at a bar won't take a no for an answer, you fall into jack's lap and get him to play your boyfriend

@whatif-ialreadydid ——————————

☆ adjustment period | A. ⤷ growing pains from your switch to the night shift with your attending come to a head

@writingwithrach ——————————

☆ old man | F. A. ⤷ when jack forgets the food you made for him, you show up at the hospital and bring it to him.

@zivistardust ——————————

☆ i gave it to her | F. ⤷ 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. ☆ lost and found | F. ◇ this drabble

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I need help finding this really good jack abbot fic on this app guys. Ok so it was a jack abbot x younger reader and Jack moves to this small town. And the reader is really sweet and goes to church and stuff and that’s how her and Jack meet I think. If anyone knows the account please let me know!!!! It was so good.

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this made me giggle and kick my feet <3

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BEST TO YOU

younger!reader faces hard times, in which she puts on a sweet face in front of older!jack abbot. (2.7k wc)

part four masterlist

warnings: age gap, parental problems, religious guilt, resentment, mistreatment, not proofread

it was tuesday night, you were eating dinner with your family.

it was food you had cooked. your mom had an early shift, your dad was always in his study or at the church, working.

your siblings were talking about things that happened at school, while all you could do was hope that dinner would end soon. you had homework you needed to do, you had to get ready for your day, the day that would be spent entirely with jack.

you were extremely nervous. all you could do was think about what it would be like. would he leave you alone? would he tag along? would you want him to?

you didn’t even know when to go over. he said he would be there the whole day, ready for you, but god, you forgot to ask for his number. just to communicate better. hopefully you'll do it tomorrow.

you must’ve been lost in your own thoughts, because you were brought back to your constant by your little sister pinching you out of it, mumbling a small sorry.

“what’s wrong with you, sweetheart?” your mom asked, you couldn’t tell where this was coming from, a place of concern or disgust; you believed she was on the line.

you shook your head, “nothing, ma, sorry,” you mumbled, taking a bite out of your food.

you looked up at your parents, they were engrossed in their own conversation, as were your younger siblings. you didn’t know where your place was. you were old enough to know not to act so immature, but young enough to be treated like others know more than you do.

you didn’t even know what your purpose was here, besides do what your parents needed you to, and support your younger siblings.

speaking of- you needed to tell your parents that tomorrow, you couldn’t do the usual routine.

you hadn’t told them about your plans with jack. the fact made your stomach hurt. you were a grown adult, they couldn’t tell you no, but what if they did anyways? you weren’t prepared to do anything but fold.

“hey, i need to tell you guys something,” you started softly, taking a drink of water.

“what is it, sweetheart?” your mother asked.

you looked at your mom and dad, then prepared yourself.

“i can take the kids to school tomorrow morning, but i can’t do any of the other things i usually do. i can’t make dinner or pick them up,” you murmured softly.

“that can’t be true,” your dad said with a smile, almost a laugh on his breath as he took a bite out of his food.

“you already aren’t here mondays for school, honey. you can’t just leave us high and dry,” your mom said with a smile.

you tried to hold a smile on your face, “it’s not my job to take care of the kids or the house, ma,” you said softly, “i-i think i already help a lot, and i’m not asking for much, i’ll just be out tomorrow.”

“and what about your siblings?” your dad asked, “just going to leave them to go home by themselves? you know me and your mother can’t pick them up that early.”

you nodded softly, “yeah, i know. they can stay in the after school program until you can,” you offered, “i don’t know when i’ll be home.”

your mother furrowed her brow, “what are you going to be doing that needs you to be out so late?”

your cheeks flushed softly, “i’m just saying hypothetically,” you murmured, “i’m going to go over to friend’s house and paint, draw, maybe catch up on some homework.”

every moment your voice got softer, your resolve weaker, theirs got stronger.

“friend?” your dad asked, “what friend?”

“mr. abbot,” you said, “he offered to let me use one of his rooms since he has a lot of space in his house,” you said softly.

“what?” your mother asked, “that’s not anywhere near appropriate. he’s so much older than you,” she said, almost scoldingly. it was like you were a little girl again.

“you’re the reason i’ve even spoken to him,” you said, incredulously, your voice raising in volume a bit, “i don’t know why you’re acting like i-i’m dating him or something, all we do is talk during fellowship!”

you lied through your teeth, only to defend yourself. god would know.

“don’t speak to me that way,” your mother said, looking at you.

“calm down. both of you, calm down,” your dad said, upset with your behavior, but trying to resolve any rising anger in your mother as well.

“sweetheart, read me exodus,” your father started, “20:12.”

you looked at him, eyes beginning to well up with tears, “w-what?”

“exodus 20:12,” he said, no falter in his speech, “what does it read?”

your father had engrained certain passages from the bible in you, ever since you were a little girl. they were essential for being “a part of the family.”

your brother had heard them. you’d heard them, so had your little siblings. your first bible had the ones he deemed important highlighted so that you wouldn’t forget them.

“‘honor your father and your mother,’” you said softly, trying to hold yourself together, “‘so that you may live long in the land the lord, your god, is giving you.’”

he nodded, “good. do you hear that and still feel the need to leave us here tomorrow?” he asked with a smile, “your family? surely you can’t be that selfish.”

you feel yourself start to fall apart, holding your head in your hands, and you shake your head.

“good,” your mom said softly, “so then it’s settled. you’ll be here tomorrow,” she hummed, feeling righteous in her assumption.

you sighed, shaking your head, “that- that won’t be happening,” you mumbled softly, looking up, small tears splotched on your cheeks, “that exact guilt is the reason why i can’t be here tomorrow,” you mumbled softly, getting up from the dinner table, taking your plate to the sink.

as you walked back, you kissed the heads of your three siblings, and you wished them a goodnight.

you looked at your parents, “goodnight. i love you.”

they didn’t respond to you. you sighed, there wasn’t much you could do. you went upstairs to your room.

it was the next morning. you still had every intention of getting your siblings to school on time. you’d just have to move some things around. you’d try to pray after dropping them off, as well as pack your bag.

you left your room in your pajamas, going to wake them up at 7:15 in the morning, per usual. you’d be out of the house by 7:50, and at school by 8:00.

you woke them up, made them breakfast, and packed their bags for them, your mom already at work, and your dad in his study. he wasn’t to be bothered when he was crafting his homilies.

you got the kids out of the house and into the car, and drove them to drop off per usual. though they’d been at dinner, you reminded them they’d stay after school today. they didn’t mind either, they got to play with their friends for longer.

as you drove back home, you sighed softly, incredibly tired. you hadn’t slept well, your conscience was weighing on you. maybe you’d been too harsh with your mom and dad, you didn’t mean anything bad, you loved them.

however, jack had a point. you were giving them your all for almost nothing in return.

when you got home, you parked the car and went inside.

you made yourself some breakfast and went to your room to sit on your bed. you told yourself you were going to eat breakfast, be productive, and then go over to jack’s at about eleven.

that was definitely the plan.

however, there you were, waking up at 10:40 and realizing that you’d slept for two hours instead of getting things done.

you shot straight up, and you started moving like you had somewhere to be, because you did.

though, it was not as high stakes as you had made it for yourself. but you weren’t the only nervous one.

jack was at his house, noticing things that weren’t perfect. his couch looked boring. there was a little mess of kibble by luna’s bowl of food, that was never really cleaned up because chances were, she’d recreate it in an instant.

maybe he hadn’t got her the right stuff, he thought to himself, or maybe she’d realized this wasn’t a place she wanted to spend time in. he wouldn’t know, because he didn’t have her number. maybe he’d be lucky enough to snag it off of her today.

you were brushing your teeth in a rush as you buttoned your cardigan, trying to meet the invisible standard you set for yourself.

you grabbed your bag, put your laptop in there, your sketchbook, some paint brushes, and some charcoals. anything else you might need, you could probably scrounge up at jack’s house.

you worked your way down the stairs, taking your dirty dish to the sink, washing it before you left.

you looked at the empty house before you left, feeling bad about the fact that you left nothing there for the kids or your parents to come back to. you thought about whipping something quick together, but you had nothing that wouldn’t consume the entire afternoon, to your parent’s delight.

instead, you walked out the door and locked it behind you, beginning your walk over to jack’s.

at that very moment, jack was sitting on his couch, waiting for you. the tv was on, but as simple background noise. he wasn’t really paying attention to it. his dog was right by his side, luna slept on the couch next to him.

you walked over to jack’s house, feeling your nervousness rise. what if he had changed his mind? what if he wanted to reschedule, or never see you again at all? you didn’t know what was in store for you.

you were met with his walkway up to his door, and you froze. maybe you weren’t ready. it was just a day out of the house, but that was a lot different to what you were used to. the most you ever did was go to an in person lecture on mondays, but even that was required for school.

this was all for you.

the whole plan was catered to your needs, your likes, you. all by jack. he must’ve really cared about you.

you gave yourself a little shake, and then walked up the porch. you knocked on the door softly, just loud enough for someone inside to hear.

jack turned his head at the noise, getting up almost immediately to open the door for you.

as he opened the door and looked down at you, he lost his words. you must’ve been heaven sent.

every time he saw you, without fail, you looked like heaven.

you were wearing a little colorful cardigan under some overalls, some paint brushes in the front pocket. you had some colorful shoes on, and a smile on your face. he knew you were going to be a good teacher.

“cat got your tongue?” you asked softly, playfully.

he smiled softly, shaking his head, “think so,” he mumbled, moving so that you could walk through the door, “make yourself at home.”

you smiled softly, walking inside, “thanks.”

he closed the door behind you, turning around to just see you standing there politely, hands held together behind your back.

“are you nervous or something, angel?” he asked with a small smirk, taking a step closer to you.

“to be honest with you, yeah,” you hummed with a smile, looking up at him, “but my mom always told me it’s rude to go around someone’s house without their permission.”

“i told you to make yourself at home,” he said softly, “please do.”

you smiled softly, “okay. want to show me around? one of the rooms you offered me, maybe? ooh, where’s luna?” you asked, intrigued.

he smiled, “right over there,” he said, pointing to the sofa.

you smiled softly, putting your bag down near the door.

you walked over to the sofa, seeing luna lying down, sprawling herself out.

“hi, sweet girl,” you hummed softly, petting her. it seems that you were the signal that allowed for her to get riled up, excited for someone’s presence. you lit her up.

“at least someone’s excited to see me,” you hummed softly, scratching behind her ears softly, “my parents are giving the silent treatment,” you said, looking up at jack.

he sighed, looking over at you, “they seem like a complete handful.”

you nodded softly, “they are. but, unfortunately, i live there.”

jack looked at you softly.

“so,” you said, with a more excited voice, “shall we?” you asked softly, getting up.

he nodded softly, “right this way, sweetheart.”

you followed right behind him as a warm feeling settled in your stomach, looking at him, his stature. when you faced him at the door, all you could think about was how big he was; his arms, his chest, it was intimidating.

you followed him to a room upstairs, one that faced the street.

it looked so nice.

“there’s no way you’re not like,” you said, looking around, “a secret prodigy at art,” you said, looking around, “why do you have the good paints?” you asked softly, “and the canvases? and the pencils,” you said, almost as if you were lost in a dream.

he hummed, “just wanted the best for you,” he said softly, “don’t want your parents giving you the silent treatment over mediocre materials.”

you smiled softly, “wow. are you like, rich?” you asked, “the doctor’s money must really have come in clutch, hm?”

he chuckled softly, sounding smooth and sweet as honey, “and the military benefits.”

“what?” you asked softly, “you were in the military?”

he nodded, “not my proudest work,” he hummed.

you nodded back, “makes sense.”

“so,” you hummed softly, “what should we do?”

“we?” he asked with a smile.

“well,” you nodded, “yeah. we’re at your place,” you hummed softly, not wanting to tell him that you actually liked being around him.

he smiled softly, “whatever you want.”

your cheeks flushed softly, “you’re so dumb. can you bring luna in here?”

he looked at you a bit confused, but he nodded, “mhm.”

as he was walking down the hallway, you also yelled out, “my bag too, please?”

he smiled to himself as he walked into the main room at the entrance of his house, grabbing your bag before patting his leg softly, so that luna would know to follow him.

he reentered the room, seeing her sit at the stool he’d acquired for her room.

“i’m back,” he hummed softly, “with luna and your tote. what are you gonna have her do?” he asked with a soft smile.

you hummed softly, “you’re going to sit right down with her, and i’m going to hopefully do an outline of luna. my gift to you for letting me use your house,” you grinned.

he smiled at you, “don’t need to pay me back sweetheart.”

you smiled as you unwrapped one of the canvases he probably overnight shipped to his house, “don’t worry. she’s cute and,” you shrugged softly, “it’s overall not a bad sight”

he smiled softly, cheeks feeling flushed, “i’m too old for this,” he mumbled, sitting down on the couch he’d put in there for you, patting his lap so that luna would come and lay down there.

she looked so peaceful, you thought. she felt so comfortable with him, but he was just that kind of person, even to his pets.

you got a pencil and brought the canvas to rest on your thigh as you looked up at him, then back at the canvas, “what did you skip to make time for me today, jack?”

he smiled softly, petting luna as she leaned into his hand, “nothing. i’m a very unbusy man.”

“but if i had something to do, i would’ve dropped it in an instant for this. this is more important.”

you smiled softly, shaking your head, “oh my gosh, what am i gonna do with you?”

“hopefully keep me around.”

authors note: age gap city how i’ve missed u <3 this was shorter than i wanted but i felt a random motivation to post this even though it wasnt done. the next chapter will be a direct continuation of this and it’ll be sweet n soft n angsty. i love them really bad by the way. okay i love YOU! lmk if you love it or if you hate it bcos its all appreciated around here !

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This(Sidelines) is honestly one of, if not my favorite, jack abbot fics! I'm awaiting the next part like the important kind of package you need to be there to sign for lol

ITS COMING !!! TODAY !!! SOON !!! WITHIN THE HOUR !!!! <3

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guys i promise i will update sidelines… she’s not dead.. i’ve just been real swamped with exams :(

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hi!! i’m obsessed with the sidelines series and was wondering when the next chapter was gonna be out. no rush ofc <3

hey baefy .. so glad u love the fic!!! im hoping to get it out by tomorrow latest, but i’m conflicted

i could make it into two parts, one on the shorter side and another probably on the longer side but i dont know if i should do that or not because idk if people would want a short chapter with no jack </3

the next part would also be definitely tomorrow if it were shorter ! would give me more time to flesh out the part after that as well

if u have an opinion on this lmk ❤️‍🔥

next part(s) ?

2 parts, one shorter + one longer

1 part, longer, potentially more time consuming?

Voting ended onMay 2

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sometimes i genuinely just need to hit up the jason todd x reader tag to feel rejuvenated

sorry this is not the usual jack abbot pilled me</3

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bambi is mirroring my life rn and ykw…hell yeah

GIRL FREE U !!!! it’s ok tho like hopefully there’s a jack abbot in ur life <3

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rewatching da pitt and its just like .. how do people ship anyone except the pittyuri pillars… like what the hell is victoryberry. mcvadi is literally RIGHT THERE

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BAMBI

older!jack abbot shares secret moments with younger!reader (1.9k wc)

part three masterlist

warnings: age gap, bite sized nsfw moments (solo), mommy issues, daddy issues, religious guilt (triple homicide), not proofread

every week felt taxing on you, but it was sunday again.

this was supposed to be the one day of the week where things didn’t feel like falling. it was your day to rest, to seek his guidance, solace, his space.

in addition, it was a place for fellowship. that was what your parents taught you.

ever since you were a little girl, this institution had been normalized; here, it was the one thing that brought everyone together. it started with coloring in bible-themed coloring books. then you shifted over to whatever play was being put on that year, you almost always found yourself in the lead role. when you were old enough, it became a youth group, bible studies, and now here you are.

what was your purpose?

sure, you looked after all the littles, they colored the same coloring books, they sang the same songs.

they weren’t old enough to know how tiring it gets. the consistency. you hadn’t missed more than a week of church your whole life. you started to consider that it might be absurd.

how could you? your life grew around it.

your mom, your dad, they would have a stroke if you didn’t find yourself at church.

they were still more traditional. most people here were. they weren’t keen on your higher education, even on your brother’s for that matter. they didn’t like that you’d never found yourself “friendly” with one of the boys from your youth group as a teen, whatever that meant.

this is why jack was so refreshing. you’d had less than a handful of conversations together, but you could already tell. he wasn’t like that. in fact, he liked that you were taking classes, you think.

when you walked into church, you fell behind your family, encouraging your smaller siblings to go ahead, get good seats this week. you waited outside patiently, hoping to see him.

you’d been overthinking ever since friday, hoping he didn’t think you were completely stupid. you’d also been busy thinking about him. you felt something different after friday, when you thought about how he looked while he did some maintenance on his car.

you’d never felt anything like it.

sure, you’d pleasured yourself before, you weren’t a total prude. now, at least.

you hadn’t done anything until you were a lot older, in the shower. sometimes it seemed like the only kind of privacy you had.

when you woke up, it would be at the hand of your younger siblings who wanted breakfast, and at night, it had been the talks with your brother about your mom and dad, or whatever happened at school.

it was wrong, even to be thinking about that and jack in the same sentence. it was improper. you were told that waits for marriage, you weren’t even supposed to be touching yourself.

especially not to the thought of jack. not to the thought of his arms, his chest, the way he looked at you, like what you said mattered.

he was just so nice. he actually listened to you. not like the way your mother tried to care, or the way your father hummed while preparing things for work, or the way your siblings couldn’t fathom what you were saying.

family was supposed to be everything. that was your parent’s scapegoat most of the time.

how could they believe that only when they needed you for something? didn’t it ring a bell whenever they were pretending to listen? when they compared you to other people in town? you wondered if you would ever be enough for them. if you couldn’t get them to just hear you, you didn’t think it would be an easy feat.

jack listened. the way that friends do. the way people who care do. you hadn’t experienced that in a long time.

you were lost in your own thoughts, forgetting why you were still outside instead of with your family.

jack got out of his car only five minutes before the sermon started, never trying to create room for community.

that’s why he was so confused to see you.

your family was one of the most involved, always there early, late, willing to help with whatever the church needed.

he approached the doors as the traffic was low, as the sermon was soon to begin.

you looked melancholic, like during the first conversation you’d ever had.

“hey, you okay?” he asked, looking at you, “what happened?”

you look up at him, “jack, hi,” you said softly, “nothing, nothing bad happened, ‘m just thinking,” you murmured, “was looking for you actually.”

“i’m right here,” he said softly, “what’d you need me for, angel?”

you looked at him softly, shrugging, “i dunno, just missed you,” you said bashfully. now you’d felt like you’d made a big deal out of nothing.

he hummed softly, “you missed me?”

you shook your head softly, cheeks flushed, “little bit but, whatever,” you mumbled with a smile, “doesn’t even matter,” you said softly, turning to walk into church.

he smiled softly, reaching out for your arm, careful not to tug too hard, “no, no, c’mon, it matters to me,” he said softly, looking down at you, “missed you too,” he said, looking at your flushed cheeks, “luna does too.”

you smiled softly, “aw, i miss her too,” you mumbled softly, “maybe i can swing by again soon?”

he looked at you, he couldn’t say no.

“maybe. come see me during the fellowship bullshit,” he hummed, “we can talk then.”

you nodded, going inside, him following behind.

you weren’t focused on the eyes that were glued onto the both of you, you were preoccupied with finding your family as he sat down in the back, where he usually did.

you finally caught the vision of your little brother, looking over the bench, you think he was looking for you. as you walked over, and everyone began to settle down for the sermon, he gave you a little wave and you gave him one back.

your mother looked at you suspiciously, “where were you?”

you shrugged, “i needed some air,” you said softly, as your little brother leaned into you, wanting to be held.

your mother looked forward, shaking her head, “the air in here is just as good as the air out there,” she mumbled, “your brother needed you, now look at him.”

you looked down at him, “he’s fine, mom,” you mumbled softly. she shrugged you off as the service started.

as usual, it was long. usually you found some insight, somewhere, trying to validate its existence, but you found nothing. the man who preached this week, gave something that left you wanting. however, maybe you were the wrong one here. who were you to come out of church with this kind of desire? you couldn’t even explain, even to yourself, what it was.

then, there was time for fellowship. you asked your mother if she would take your brother, who was clinging onto your shoulder.

she shook her head, “he needs you, i’ll take the girls.”

you sighed, looking at her.

just as she was about to give in, your father chimed in, “take him, sweetheart, please. think of all your mother does for you.”

you did try. not much came up. nevertheless, you nodded, and got up. you went over to the back of the room, to the pew where jack sat, this time with a little boy in your arms.

“hi,” you said softly, “my mom made me take my brother. he’s asleep, so, won’t really interrupt us,” you said with a smile, holding him on your hip.

jack hummed softly, nodding his head, “yeah?” he asked, scooting over, “when do they do the parenting, angel?”

you sat down next to him, readjusting your baby brother, “they try. they say they’re busy. usually just give them to me. it’s a surprise they didn’t make me bring the girls too.”

he looked at you softly, nodding, “can i tell you something?”

you nodded softly, “you’re making me nervous.”

he sighed softly, “angel, you need to get out.”

you looked at him sideways, brow slightly furrowed, “why? thought we were having a conversation.”

he shook his head softly.

“no, i mean out of your house,” he said softly, “i understand why you listen. it’s all you’ve ever known. but they’re going to wear you out,” he said, “before you’ve gotten to have a life of your own. i can’t stress how important that is,” he mumbled, “don’t want you falling through the cracks because your parents need someone to babysit.”

you looked at him softly, running your hand through your brother’s hair, “i don’t even know what i would do, jack,” you tried to excuse, “my whole life’s here. can’t just pack up my bags, i have people relying on me.”

jack looked at you, “i don’t even mean it like that. you just-” he sighed, “have you considered creating boundaries with them?”

you looked at him, “if i did, i’d just be told that it’s what i’m here for,” you mumbled.

“that doesn’t concern you?” he asked.

you sighed. it did. but there wasn’t much you could do.

he looked at you, “okay, i’ll make you a deal.”

“spend an afternoon, a night even, out of the house,” he offered, “doing whatever you want. don’t worry about your siblings, or about your parents, just do something that makes you happy. test the waters.”

“if your parents complain, then okay, you’ve got me. i’m still concerned, but i suppose i’ll understand. but you haven’t even tried enjoying yourself because of your fear of their dependence on you, sweetheart,” he mumbled softly.

you sighed softly, “you’re really smart.”

he huffed softly, “promise you i’m not.”

you held your little brother, he reminded you of the weight your family held over you. here you were, having this conversation with jack, even that made you nervous. what if they needed you to take care of your sisters too? what if you were just being immensely selfish?

your parents did hold something over you.

here jack was, maybe comforting you, maybe giving you advice. this was something that your dad should be doing. consoling you over a boy, holding you when you felt inadequate. if anything, he did the opposite.

maybe that’s why jack was such an influential voice for you.

in a way, he held something over you too. something kinder, gentler. not something owed, but reciprocated anyways.

you looked at him softly, “are you free wednesday?”

“always,” he murmured. wednesday was usually a grocery day for him, but he could move that around for you, “you need a ride or something?”

you shook your head, “was wondering if i could take you up on your offer from the other day,” you said softly, “was hoping i could paint something in one of your rooms, maybe. i could see luna. i can also help you cook, i’m really helpful-”

you began to ramble out of fear of rejection, but he just cut you off, “wednesday’s good. i’ll be at my house all day. wanna make sure you have a proper rest day,” he said softly, “don’t need to worry about food or anything, angel,” he assured, “i got you.”

you nodded softly, “you’ve got me,” you said, flexing your hand.

he nodded, “i do,” he murmured, deciding to be forward.

jack let his hand rest on top of yours, squeezing it softly.

fellowship was almost over, but you’d never felt more sure, comforted, supported.

maybe that’s who jack abbot was for you.

author’s note: giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of the next chapter… #WEDNESDAYPLANS am i right guys

i’m seriously trying to use photos of shawn as jack because i’m going overkill with the pope stills, but he always has that damn smirk on his face as jack !

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#helloworld next part of sidelines is ready and will be published later yayyy !!! :3

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just noticed i forgot one of the main plot points that i wanted to write into this fic and its like wow i’m a stupid chud..

how am i supposed to work in the fact that reader’s dad is a preacher this late 😭

like wow i’m a chud

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SIDELINES masterlist

older!jack abbot x younger!reader

in which jack abbot moves down south after retiring.

he always thought he’d end up alone, but finds you instead.

you, eldest daughter, wanting nothing more than to please your mother, introduce yourself to him at church.

since then, it’s history.

he treats you like you’re his world.

you treat him like he’s a normal person.

you ignore the eyes on you.

you two are all that matter anyways.

warnings: age gap city, slightly unexperienced!reader, sensitive!reader, talks of death, guilty!jack abbot, rarely proofread, themes of religious trauma, themes of regret, preacher’s daughter.

PART 1 tulsa jesus freak . . . sing me like a bible hymn.

PART 2 vivid light . . . he has seen the vivid light.

PART 3 bambi . . . what if all i want is conversation and time?

PART 4 best to you . . . i can be the only one.

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VIVID LIGHT

older!jack abbot x younger!reader outside of church. (3k wc)

part 1 part 2 part 3

warnings: age gap, talks of death, not proofread !

you had been on jack’s mind ever since last sunday. all he could do was focus on you.

all you could think about was jack. he was a nice distraction from the life you’d been trying to live. you were completely swamped. school, daycare, stuff around the house. sometimes it’s been hard to take advantage of staying at home.

the idea of convenience had been sold to you, but hardly anything was convenient. you had to do your assignments while you cooked, make sure your siblings got to school safely, pick them up, all you wanted was a bit of a break.

you’d never admit it, but you had become a mule for your parents. you helped them with little pay back, but that was what you were supposed to do. they gave you everything.

it was eleven in the morning, and jack was working on his car. nothing too hard, just an oil change.

you were in the kitchen, listening to a pre-recorded lecture while your bread baked in the oven. making bread was more of a guilty pleasure; you could just buy it at the store, but you found joy in making it. there was something about the aptitude you had, made it simple.

while you were taking notes, an excellent idea appeared in your mind. you still had an hour and a half until you had to go pick up your siblings, and your loaves of bread would be done in a quarter, so you could go take some to jack.

you hadn’t talked to him since sunday morning, and you wanted to. you knew he hadn’t been reaching out more socially, you would’ve heard about it through the grapevine.

your town was already isolated, very much so. not reaching out to create that sense of community leaves you hopeless. that’s why your mom strived so hard to make everyone feel welcome, and she did that through you.

you smiled at the thought of jack’s voice, his general energy. it wasn’t something you were used to here.

he existed like he’s actually lived. he’s seen more than your plain town, and he chose to come here.

you checked the time and you decided that you would go to his house. you were just being friendly after all. what could happen?

during the spring, it got hot and humid where you lived. though you’d lived with it your whole life, you’d never gotten used to it. something always made you feel like you were made for cold weather but you crashlanded in a warm, sticky town. you kept to your cottons, your shorts, and your flowy, breathable shirts.

jack however, hadn’t been prepared for how warm it was. he was coming from pittsburgh, where it was colder during the spring. he wore a lot of shirts that were some kind of blend, between something natural and polyester.

he then knew he’d have to make some adjustments, because jack was sure he’d be fit to a size small by the end of the summer if he didn’t make some adjustments to his wardrobe.

there above him was the blazing sun, overwhelming him in temperature. jack abbot would never have called himself insecure, but he also never made an effort to show skin.

sometimes, his circumstances called for it. it was a friday, kids were at school, and most people would be at work, he told himself.

jack abbot was in his front yard and he took off his shirt to continue work on his car. he was almost done, so, he’d just go back inside and freshen up afterwards.

you opened the oven and there your loaves were, ever the sight. damn, you were good.

you let them cool for a moment as you went to change. you were in your morning clothes, the stuff you wore to drop your siblings off, do things around the house where no one saw you.

you didn’t want to look a mess in front of jack abbot. you didn’t like him or anything, but he seems too put together. you couldn’t just show up looking how you currently did. you wanted to befriend him, and your mother always taught you to put your best foot forward.

you went to your room, that had been your own since your brother went to college, you were too soft, there were still remnants of him around the room.

you opened the closet and chose a white cotton dress, something that’d be easy to breathe in, because it was a hotter day, and you were just going down the street. you paired it with some boots your dad got your four christmases ago, and you left your room.

you went back to the kitchen, putting the still warm bread into some paper bags you’d bought for the bread. you often made too much, and you’d put it in the community pantry so that everyone could have some.

you were going to leave some more dough to rise, but your cool dark place was usually the oven, and it was still warm. you shrugged it off and decided you would wait until you got home from picking up your siblings to make more.

you put the two bags of bread in a bag with a water bottle, and headed out the door to jack’s house.

the walk over there was nice and it was quick, but you weren’t prepared for the sight.

you assumed he’d be inside, you’d go up his porch and knock on his door as expected, but that was clear to you now, that wouldn’t be happening, because there he was.

jack abbot was working on his car in the heat, without a shirt on. you almost didn’t know what to do with yourself. you weren’t- you just meant that you didn’t know if he wanted to be bothered or not.

then, like clockwork, he lifted his head to see you with a bag set on your shoulder standing nervously in front of his car.

“we keep meeting like this,” he hummed, turning away from you, grabbing something from his toolbox.

you looked at him, “what do you mean?” you asked with a smile creeping onto your face.

“you keep catching me unfocused,” he hummed with a small smile, “i must seem like an idiot to you, huh?”

you shook your head, smiling completely now, “very much the opposite, sir,” you said impulsively.

you grimaced softly, correcting yourself, “jack. i meant jack. i’m used to talking to older people, who don’t want me to call them by their first names.”

you were flushed, extremely red. he’d probably ask you to leave now, and you’d lost a new friendship. god, you were an idiot.

“calm down, angel,” he hummed, with a small smirk, “just got a spike in your blood pressure, hm?”

“i-” you shook your head, “i’m perfectly pressured,” you tried to assure.

he shrugged, “whatever you say.”

he closed the hood of his car, wiping his forehead with his shirt, “what brings you over?”

you nodded, remembering your original purpose for coming here, “yeah, um, i bake a lot, and, i kind of wanted to bring you something because i bothered you at church last week,” you said softly, opening your totebag, pulling out the two bags of bread, “figured i could save you a stop to the grocery store,” you said, holding them out for him.

he smiled softly, “you’re sweet.”

your cheeks flared up again, “no i’m not,” you mumbled with a smile.

he shook his head softly, looking at you, “wanna come in?” he asked. “i’ll put on a shirt, and you can see me decently,” he hummed, walking to his porch.

you followed behind him, not to close but not too far, like a shadow. he opened the door and he let you in first.

he grabbed a shirt off a chair by the door, putting it on. he felt like such an idiot, just parading around like that.

you walked in and you looked around. there were some boxes on the floor, he had moved in not too long ago anyways, and you saw his walls.

you smiled softly, “didn’t peg you as a sentimental person, jack,” you murmured, looking at the picture frames with people picked from different times in his life.

“i think it’s good to look back,” he said, standing next to you.

“can i ask about them?” you murmured softly.

“who, sweetheart?”

you ignored how that word made you feel.

“the people,” you said softly, “in the photos.”

he took a moment to respond, looking at the frames and then down at you, “sure.”

you nodded softly, looking at the group of people in scrubs, jack somewhere on the side, “who are they?”

he smiled softly, “that is my nightshift. i used to be a doctor at an emergency center,” he said softly.

you looked at him, “i didn’t know that,” you said with a smile, “did you like working nights?”

he nodded softly, “yeah, felt better than working days and then going to my apartment alone.”

you looked at his ring, “and your wife?” you asked gently.

he smiled again, this time a bit melancholic, “she died a few years after i got discharged from the military.”

all you could think was, wow, he had lived so many lives, and in all of them, he saw death. that couldn’t have been good.

you were taking a psychology class alongside your education requirements, and all you could think about is how much this must’ve affected him. maybe that’s why he’s so secluded. he doesn’t want to lose anyone else.

“she was beautiful,” you said softly, looking at her.

“she was,” he hummed softly.

you nodded softly, not quite knowing how to approach the situation they were in anymore. she had ruined the moment they’d shared by being too interested. she’d known that curiosity kills the cat, but she was hoping she could be more careful than that.

“i made it weird,” you said softly, a bit disappointed in yourself, “i’m sorry,” you murmured.

he looked at you sideways, “what are you apologizing for, angel?”

you shrugged softly, feeling smaller than you were, “you’ve just been so nice, and my dad already tells me that sometimes i can be too much, and now i’ve come to your home and just been too intruding. i never should have asked,” you said softly, “i just wanted to be a good neighbor and bring you some bread.”

he looked at you as you looked down at your shoes, a bit embarrassed.

“look at me, sweet girl,” he said softly.

you looked up at him with a soft frown, trying not to cry, but you were extremely sensitive sometimes.

he looked at you softly, “you’re okay, you didn’t do anything wrong. made me more than happy to tell you about the people i have on my wall,” he said reassuringly, “it’s why they’re there.”

you looked at him, now feeling dumb, “are you sure?”

“one hundred percent,” he nodded softly.

“okay then,” you said softly, not knowing what to do now.

he hummed, “i know what’ll make you feel better,” he said softly.

“honestly jack,” you said softly, “you underestimate how bad i feel.”

he smiled, “you don’t know what i have up my sleeve.”

“put your bag down, and follow me,” he said, going down the hallway.

you put the bag down on a table, doing a little jog to catch up with him.

he hummed, “now, don’t be offended if she doesn’t warm up to you right away,” he said softly, “took her a while to get used to me.”

you were really confused about what he was showing you. who he was introducing you to. did he have a girlfriend? a daughter? more importantly, why was he introducing you to her?

jack took you to the backyard, standing on the small patio while looking at... a dog.

“this is luna,” he hummed softly, looking at a german shepherd, she wasn’t fully grown yet.

you smiled, “she’s so cute! can i?” you asked softly, asking if you could approach her.

he nodded softly, as you took a few steps forward, and squatted in to meet her. you let luna come to you before petting her, wanting to make sure she was comfortable.

you looked up at him with a smile as she licked your knee, surprised that she took such an interest.

he smiled down at the sight.

then, as she nuzzled your knee, you finally pet her. she made little noises of contentment, and you looked up at jack.

“i’m literally going to cry,” you said softly, with a smile.

“happy tears?” he teased.

“yeah,” you murmured.

“that’s okay then. cry as much as you want, as long as you’re happy,” he hummed.

you smiled, cheeks flushing, looking back at luna, noticing her coat was still a bit scruffy, and she wasn’t a full grown dog yet.

“when did you get her?”

he hummed, “few months ago, not long before i left pittsburgh. my therapist said i could use a companion.”

“that’s sweet,” you said softly.

he looked at you with gentle eyes. you were stellar. he’d known you, not long at all, but all he wanted was to keep you around him.

“you doing anything today?” he asked, coming to sit on the ground near you and luna.

you shook your head softly. “i might listen to a lecture, do some homework,” you mumbled softly, “not really getting a part of it so i might try and focus on it. but my parents are going to dinner tonight, because it’s friday. that probably means i’ll have to take care of my siblings unless i leave them with my neighbor.”

jack looked at you softly. “when do you do stuff that you like, angel? ever find time for that?”

you looked down at the german shepherd, then back at him, with a soft smile, “well, i bake while i do homework. i also read while i take care of my siblings.”

“i used to like drawing, but that one’s a little more time consuming than reading and baking. i don’t really have the space for it either, so,” you shrugged softly.

he looked at you.

he didn’t judge, he didn’t want to pry, he just looked at you.

“if you ever find time for it,” he started, “i have room here. i have a few empty rooms since it’s just me and luna, and she’s too dependent to be in another room most of the time,” he said softly, “there’s a space for you here if you’d like.”

you looked at him softly, “and you say i’m the sweet one.”

“just wanna help you out. it’s sad to me that you don’t really get to live how you should,” he hummed, “not that anything’s wrong with staying home,” he said, not meaning to offend you.

“you just seem so full of life,” he said, looking at you.

“well, did you get to?” you asked softly, “you enlisted when, at twenty five?”

he nodded softly, “yeah. but you don’t want to end up like me, angel.”

you looked at him softly, “but you’re here with me. and i like being around you, i think”

he looked at you with a small smile, “guess only time will really tell.”

“suppose so,” you said softly.

you then thought about the fact. time.

“gosh, actually, i need to go,” you said, matter of fact. you stood up, “my siblings are out of school soon.”

he nodded softly, bearing his weight on his good leg, preparing to stand up, “let me walk you out.”

you noticed the way he had begun to get up, “you need help?” you asked softly.

“uh, yeah, if you could,” he said, a bit unsure, “i guess my knees aren’t the same as they used to be.”

you nodded, no problem at all, “i got you,” you said softly, offering your hand.

he looked up at you, your lack of judgment. if things kept going the way he hoped they would, she’d learn to find out why there should be judgement on your face, or at the very least pity.

“thank you,” he said softly, as you helped him up.

“not a problem,” you hummed softly. you pet luna one last time before heading back inside.

jack walked you to the door, “you sure you don’t want a ride?”

you smiled, “next time,” you said softly, “want a chance to work on my tan,” you hummed.

he nodded, “i see.”

you looked at him with a smile, “enjoy the bread,” you said softly, giving him a small, one armed hug before walking off, “see you soon, hopefully!”

“bye, angel,” he said, making sure you could hear, “be safe.”

you looked back and you nodded your head, “i promise!”

you were going to be the death of him, jack decided.

you were so carefree, you were so kind, and so sensitive. he wanted to make sure nothing could ever hurt you.

jack however, felt guilty. here you were, being nice, caring, patient with him, and all he could think about was you, every part. your clothes, your hair, your body, everything about you made him feel wrong for wanting you.

you were so much younger than him, god, he almost offered to help you with homework you weren’t completely understanding. he didn’t know if he’d be allowed to walk into church that following sunday, because the amount he wanted you must’ve considered him evil.

a place that was so holy, deserving of angels like you, couldn’t possibly let in a sinner like him.

he sighed softly as he closed the door and walked over to his couch. luna came inside trekking, jumping onto his lap. she nuzzled into him, laying her head on his stomach.

“what are we gonna do, baby?” he asked her softly, as if she could fathom it.

they sat there for a while, and all jack could think about was you.

author’s note: yayyy second part !! i’m really enjoying writing this and i hope you guys are enjoying reading ! see you soon for the next part hopefully <3 also, follow my blog if u want :)

planning to write more and post in general and sometimes im funny and cool and niche. once i set everything up !!

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TULSA JESUS FREAK

meeting older!jack abbot x younger!reader (1.7k wc)

part 1 part 2 part 3

warnings: first fic !! i listened to ethel cain while i wrote this, nothing very bad here, just age gap !

jack abbot always knew he’d end up alone. there were voices that told him that he was a good man, that he served his country. he did right, and the only bad to come out of his time over there were the injuries he faced.

he knew that wasn’t truly the case.

jack knew what he did; he helped his country’s soldiers, he aided them while other soldiers did the real work. he felt better about it than other positions, he tried to excuse it. he wasn’t directly hurting those he was “against.” jack was just helping those who did.

he tried to moralize it, he wasn’t doing it because he loved his country, he was doing it to help pay off his loans. he put himself through medical school, and he didn’t have the means to pay it off. what’s easier than joining the military?

now, here he was. no longer a medic, no longer an attending at one of the most respected trauma centers in the country.

he was just jack.

he didn’t know who that would be enough for, because he could barely fathom himself. jack abbot moved out south, down to who knows where. he wanted to disappear. he would no longer find himself helping those who needed it, he would no longer find himself making a difference where it might have mattered most; he was alone.

until he saw her.

church on sunday. it wasn’t something that jack felt good about buying into. he never wore his ‘best’ but instead a button up, slacks and work boots that made him feel like he was someone he wasn’t.

the small town he moved into wasn’t one could weave themselves into, even if they wanted to. it was the kind of place where people left their doors unlocked all night, where during the summer, teens roamed free without any kind of responsibility.

it had already been formed into a beautiful tapestry of life, love, trust, god. jack abbot didn’t consider himself a part of that in the few months that he’d been living there.

he’d never found a community. the most he ever had was a brother. or something like it.

then he went down a road that jack had to hold himself back not to.

there he was, sunday morning, in one of the pews farthest back in the church. he felt just as close to god as those in the front. jack saw those who came in, families, he was the only person who came alone. he was not as consistent to come to church in comparison to other families, only coming once or twice a month. people didn’t judge him in the house of god, they just saw a lonely man, who saw others as they were.

people pitied jack abbot. what was new?

acting on it was.

your mother, ever the saint, sent you over to him to make friends. you were extremely confused.

you were the oldest daughter. It was your job to help out your mom, your dad instilled ever since you were five years old. your older brother had been lucky, he’d made it out. he went to college out of state on scholarship, somehow, but when it came your time, you were coerced into going local.

just a thirty minute drive, why shouldn’t you just stay at home?

she insisted you go and make conversation with him. he lived two streets off of yours, and you saw him occasionally when dropping off your younger siblings at school. he’d been either working on his truck, or mowing the lawn. you didn’t think he had a job, but he didn’t look old enough to qualify for retirement either.

you were still confused, he must’ve been at least, god, twenty years your senior? you were the oldest, but not that old. still, you took a deep breath and nodded at your mother, standing up and walking through to go and accompany him in the back of the church.

everyone was too involved in their own conversation about worship to notice you, the town’s sweetheart at your mother’s disposal, go up to him, the black sheep, newest addition to your flock of a town.

jack abbot paid attention to the sermons, but kept to himself during the more communal parts. he took that time for prayer. forgiveness. something to guide him to salvation.

you saw him by himself, eyes closed and head bowed. he stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of conversing neighbors and friends.

you stopped in front of his pew, and he didn’t realize you were there, it seemed. you took a deep breath.

“hello,” you started softly, looking at him with eyes of the same degree, “is that seat taken?” you asked softly, pointing to the empty space next to him. real smooth, you told yourself while your cheeks burned as he looked up at you.

jack abbot opened his eyes, and he saw an angel. maybe for once, his prayers would be answered instead of pushed to the side.

town’s darling. hasn’t he heard it.

when he moved into town, trying to stock his house at the general store, he’d obviously been bothered by questions of personal, or town gossip’s, interest.

he’d heard from one of the cashiers, a young woman, just about your age, that you’d always been good at helping out newcomers feel welcome. she gave him directions to your house, and that you were always at church and other community events.

he smiled at the young woman, thanking her, with no intention of ever bothering you with him as a liability.

but there you were, looking at him hopefully.

“uh, i guess not,” he said gingerly while looking at you.

you nodded softly and then sidestepped in front of him, going to sit next to him, leaving room for the man upstairs. it was only decent, especially here.

“how are you, mr. abbot?” you asked, looking at him.

he turned to face you, confused as to why such a sweet girl would be talking to him. what had he done to deserve it?

“i’m fine, thanks,” he said gruffly, not exactly keeping eye contact, “but it’s just jack. i’m- i don’t think I’m that old yet, sweetheart.”

“oh, I’m sorry jack,” you said sheepishly, looking at your lap.

“it’s okay, angel,” he said, softer, “know you didn’t mean anything by it.”

your cheeks flushed, looking at him, “no, never, i promise,” you said, shaking your head.

he smiled, shaking his, noticing your demeanor, “you can go back to your family if you’d like,” he said, “i don’t mind being alone.”

you looked at him softly, “everyone can tell,” you said, matter of fact, looking at everyone else lost in their own fellowship, “sorry, ‘s true,” you said softly, “but i don’t wanna leave you here alone, wouldn’t feel good about it.”

he looked at you thoughtfully, noticing everyone really was right. you were darling.

“you’re too sweet for your own good, angel,” he said, looking at you, “everyone can tell.”

you shook your head, “just how i was raised, jack.”

he was fascinated by you. you truly had an attention span made of steel. he wasn’t that interesting at all.

“speaking of,” he said, “how old are you? twenty four?” he asked, curious about the girl that had made herself a spectacle of intrigue.

once again, you shook your head, “i turn twenty one next month,” you said, looking at him while you played with the ends of your hair. all of a sudden nothing was more interesting than your dead ends.

his eyes widened a little bit, “wow. you’re younger than my credit card is,” he said softly. he adjusted, realized how he should be perceiving you. you were a baby.

“shouldn’t you be in school?” he asked accusingly, “you seem like a smart girl.”

that made you feel a bit giddy, you’d been talking for about five minutes and he already had a high expectation of you.

“i-i am,” you nodded softly, “at the community college closer to the bigger town here. my brother got to go to college in california,” you added softly, “but my mom and dad wanted me to stay, help out with my siblings,” you explained.

“funny, i actually got into a few really good schools,” you added, your disposition dusted with melancholy.

he looked at you softy, “i’m sorry to bring up a sensitive topic, angel. sorry it didn’t work out either.”

you shook your head, “things aren’t too bad here,” you said with a small smile, “i’m working to become a teacher at the elementary school.”

“that’s good of you,” he said softly, “and that’s your idea?” he asked softly. he wanted to make sure you had some autonomy over who you were. from what he could tell, you lived to help others thrive, never yourself.

you nodded, “i was always good at teaching my little sister things that she didn’t fully understand,” you hummed softly, “now, she’s got her art down to a science and her science down to an art.”

he hummed, “that’s good.”

as the pastor began to reign in the small groups of people who were in conversation, you looked and saw your family going back to where they sat originally. apparently, so did jack.

“you should head back, angel,” he said, looking at your family.

“yeah, probably,” you said as you got up, walking in the space between his legs and the bench in front of him.

jack abbot felt like a sinner.

this sweet girl made him want to crumble the moment she spoke to him.

their conversation was easy, smooth, like honey. how could something that felt like breathing be wrong? maybe it was her age. she was younger than he was when he enlisted. jesus, he couldn’t think about her like this. he was older, so he should know better.

he sat with himself, almost in guilt. what kind of a person was he?

you sat seven rows ahead of him, thinking about your conversation. jack abbot was a nice man. you had no clue why he’d chosen to move here. you’d get it out of him after church was over.

as the pastor let everyone go for discussion, the teens for youth group, the parents for lunch, you looked for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

you didn’t have time to fret about it, honestly. you were too backed up with volunteer hours you needed to clear, so you looked after the kids that were too young for the youth group.

jack abbot held a place in the back of your mind, one you would have to look deeper into when you had the time for it.

author’s note: let me know if this is bad because i haven’t written in three years. please !! all criticism and notes r welcome :) oki thank u love u !!! <3