baby blurb on protective jack?? love those kind of stories!
Hii, ty for requesting!!!🥰 warnings: creep in a bar, unwanted touching by said creep/he feels reader up, angry Jack, Jack punches the guy, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, protective Jack (0.5k)
You and Jack agreed to go out for a few drinks to the nearby bar after the shift. One thing you didn't expect was to get so tipsy with Parker and to end up on the dance floor.
You don't even try to convince Jack to dance, not when you know that after a 12 hour shift his leg is killing him. You decide to just give him a little show.
You are having fun so much teasing your boyfriend that you don't even notice a guy creeping up on you. You only notice it when his sleazy hands end up on your hips and his front ends up in your backside.
You yelp in a surprise and try to get free. His hold on you is steel-tight so trying to wriggle free doesn't really work.
But his hands are on you only a few seconds before he's thrown on the ground, taking an elbow right in the middle of his face. "Get your filthy hands off her." You only see the salt and pepper hair of your boyfriend taking the swing and yelling at him in anger. Couple of bodyguards replace him, and haul the creep away as Jack stands in front of you, blocking the view of the guy.
When the guy is finally far enough, Jack's attention shifts wholly on you. "Fuck, sweetheart. You okay? Did he hurt you?" Jack's cupping your face, checking for any sign of hurt.
"What a fucking dick. I'm okay though, Jack. Not the first time a guy overstepped like that." You sigh, hands coming up to hold the ends of his t-shirt as your racing heart tries to calm down. "Are you okay?"
"Are you really asking me, doll?" Jack questions in surprise as he starts to lead you outside, somehow managing to get a bottle of water into your hands too. "I'm okay, just pissed off. Fuck that guy for thinking he could do that to you."
"Yeah, I'm lucky to have you. He wouldn't let go." You whisper, trying not to trip over your feet. Jack's protective and safe presence engulfs you so much that you don't even notice that he's led you to his car. You barely even think about the creep feeling you up when Jack's there to hold you.
He helps you sit down, buckles your seat belt and drops a soft kiss on top of your head. "I'll quickly go take our things and talk to the security, okay baby?"
You nod, already feeling tired and sleepy as the adrenaline drops. "Okay, Jackie. Just forget about the guy, and let's go home."
Jack grunts in agreement and closes the door, and locks it. He gets your stuff, pays the bill, says goodnight to his nightcrawlers, and then makes sure to get that guy banned and kicked out from there for life.
By the time he gets back, you are already sleeping. Jack's anger finally disappears, and he can't help but to drop another kiss on the top of your head before he starts to drive home.
Lovelies, if you have any ideas for baby blurbs please please please send them my way!!!🥹🥹 (And im writing the req I currently have in my inbox as well dw 3> )
You know the drill. Another huge list of fic recs, this time about anything truly. Most of these are fem!reader.
JACK ABBOT (THE PITT)
pressure by @imaginesofwonder
Jack looks for advice when it comes to helping Trinity.
on me by @snoopysupe (+18)
5 times Jack pays for you +1 time you pay for him.
she's mine by @imaginesofwonder
Ogilvie doesn't seem to get it.
impact by @imaginesofwonder
You vs. Winter
happily married by @imaginesofwonder
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.
doctor barker by @lovebugism
Jack Abbot never gets jealous; that is, until he finds out that you have a whole lot of history with the handsome radiologist from upstairs that everyone else is fawning over.
no notice by @luveline
Jack keeps staring at you and the lack of response is making him angsty.
shy shell by @weird-is-life
It becomes Jack's mission to get you out of your shy shell around him, and somehow it works.
FRANK LANGDON (THE PITT)
jealousy, jealousy by @snoopysupe
Ogilvie is lucky Frank is on thin ice at the ER.
dr. protective by @goldsainz
A patient gets aggressive with you which leads Langdon to step in your defence.
handle with care by @mariasont
5 times Frank Langdon manhandles you and the 1 time you manhandle him back.
GATOR TILLMAN (FARGO)
house arrest by @zinainblue (+18)
When your dad takes off for a weekend fishing trip with his friend Roy, he enlists the help of his son Gator to keep you in line while they're away. Unfortunately for you, Gator might be the one person you hate enough to get grounded for.
CLARK KENT (SUPERMAN)
touch tank by @squipa
You're a teacher, currently trying to fill up your summer vacation with freelance work when you stumble into not one, but two situationships with Clark Kent, the adorkable reporter from the daily planet, and Superman, the hero you can't stop running into. Overall? You're having a very interesting break.
hold me? by @luveline
Pillow talk and after care after their first time.
JON SNOW (GAME OF THRONES)
mapping by @dipperscavern
Jon Snow not knowing what to do when you admire him.
ROBB STARK (GAME OF THRONES)
notice me by @finchytv
You’re his mothers ward who won’t give him the time of day and he hates it.
BAELOR TARGARYEN (A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS)
both hands and a gentle mouth by @lovebugism (+18)
Baelor takes in a naive handmaiden out of kindness, but soon finds himself developing feelings for her that he knows neither rank nor crown would allow.
AERION TARGARYEN (A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS)
between the lines by @celestialwyvern
You leave a piece of parchment detailing your heart's stance toward aerion unattended, unaware that he is about to find it and misread the entire thing.
SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY (CALL OF DUTY)
wolfsbane by @mirrormauve (+18)
Widowed after a terrible tragedy, your only company was a wolf who seemed even more grief stricken than you.
SERIES/MULTIPART
GATOR TILLMAN (FARGO)
salvation by @insomniacpen
Tillmans. All they do is ruin lives. Five years ago, Roy Tillman ruined yours and left you to pick up the broken pieces of your family. One night, your anger gets the best of you and you venture out to get revenge. Only problem is, Gator Tillman catches you. You never expected to see underneath the steel facade of the sheriff’s first born son. but you do. You never expected that he would recognize your rage as years of grief. But he does. You save each other in the only way you know how. Sweat soaked sheets, apologies whispered against skin, gripping to each other till it bruises. Salvation isn't real and yet, it's starting to feel like it could be. But you could never love a Tillman. All they do is ruin lives.
MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH (THE PITT)
mythological beauty by @vanilleandclove
You were Adamson’s star resident, when you land yourself in the emergency room, Robby realizes there’s more to your story than what you let on during work hours.
FRANK LANGDON (THE PITT)
i see you by @neverinadream
When Langdon's suspicions are found to be true, he tries in his own way to make you see that you deserve better. But it doesn't mean he's successful.
JACK ABBOT (THE PITT)
emergency contact by @kalila
When you wake up confused and covered in your own blood what better idea than to call your hot downstairs neighbor to the rescue.
Hi! What if reader is hurt or smth and wheeled into the ER but abbot hasn’t really told anyone that you’re his girlfriend or fiance or anything? So he only finds out when they call him in to do a surgery or something on her and he’s like oh shit
Hiii lovely, thank you for this cute request. I already wrote fic pretty much like your request. You can read it here. 🥰
Jack Abbot is definitely the type of boyfriend/husband to give you his big ass shoes when your feet start to hurt from your heels.
Or the type to give you his boxers/shorts when your thighs keep getting chafed in your pretty summer dress you have on after you forget to put on your shorts under it.
Or the type of to give you his sunnies after you misplace yours and your eyes keep hurting from the sunlight.
Or the type to switch meals with you after you realise that his is much, much better (or he'll just order another plate of it).
Small little inconvenience are immediately resolved when Jack's around. 3>
hiiii, can I ask for brendon park x wife!reader where reader works at PTMC (she can be a nurse or peds doctor or even something I'm admin, but not a resident or sumthing that would get them sent straight to HR)
she's known around the ED and people pretty much like her but she's quite serious and 100% focused on her work (maybe too much) and no one really knows anything about her personal life, people know she's married but not who her husband is
anyway she's quite the workaholic so much that she doesn't notice the obvious signs of pregnancy, and neither does brendon (not that he doesn't pay attention to her but they're both so focused on their own jobs that it just flies over their head, they're not planning on having kids yet but they're also not doing anything to prevent it)
One day Park is down in the ED for a consult and she's also in the same room when someone innocently asks her how far along she is like "what?" and everyone start commenting on it bc pretty much everyone noticed it too and that's how they find out they're going to be parents
I dunno if this is too much or overly detailed (you can change things if you want) but I had this idea for a while and since I can't really write and refuse to use ai I decided to share! ANYWAY thanksssssx
Hii lovely, thank uuu for this cutesy request, and yes fuck ai tbh. I wrote your request here. Hope you like it🥹💓
Summary: You and Brendon unexpectedly find out you are pregnant. (0.7k)
Warnings: requested, pregnancy, soft!Brendon, use of pet names, medical inaccuracies, mentions of an injury from an axe, nurse!reader, established relationship
There's a lovely old lady in Trauma 1. She got wheeled in with a gnarly detached finger. Apparently, she was trying to cut open a coconut with an axe and obviously she missed.
She keeps talking to you, being the most sweetest patient on the heavy painkillers as you wait for the ortho to arrive.
Just as your Brendon arrives, the lady's eyes dip to your stomach and then she checks you out again.
"Oh my god, congratulations! How far along are you, mama?" She asks with a wide smile, and your face goes white. You notice Brendon go deadly still from the corner of your eye.
"I'm sorry, what? I'm-I'm not..." You try to explain but your brain refuses to cooperate with your mouth.
"Oh, no need to be shy about it. I was a midwife for almost 50 years, I can spot a pregnant woman from a mile away." She continues her well-intentioned but badly timed rambling.
Everybody in the room is quiet, eyes on your slightly bulging stomach, and your minds starts thinking about the possibility of being pregnant. You thought you were just bloated.
You and Brendon aren't taking any precautions not to get pregnant, you agreed that if it happens one day, you wouldn't be opposed to it. But still, this takes you by surprise.
"Whitaker, talk me through what happened." Brendon's stern voice fills in the silent room. The attention moves from you to him and you quickly excuse yourself, ignoring everyone's understanding gaze. You know, they won't say a peep about it. But your slight panic isn't about that.
Dana immediately clocks your distress. "What's wrong, hon?"
"Could you...Could you please draw my blood?" You ask sheepishly.
Dana just nods seriously and leads you away to an empty room.
-
Five minutes later, you are fiddling with your fingers, sitting on a stool and waiting for the results, and for Brendon to come.
You keep refreshing the blood work on your tablet to finally see the results.
You think about the last time you had your period and realise it was definitely over 2 months ago. You've just been so busy at work and then just enjoying your time with Brendon that you just didn't notice.
You are too in your head that you don't even notice Brendon finally coming to find you.
He ducks in front of you, warm hands settling on your thighs. "I'm sorry it took me so long, she kept asking questions about the surgery. Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine, just wasn't expecting it, that's all." You say, sneaking your hands around his and giving a little squeeze.
"Are you okay?" You ask Brendon, who's being your anchor right now so you don't conpletely panic.
"I'm okay, baby. No matter the results, I'm all for it. Even if you've changed your mind about having kids, I'll be here for you, okay?"
"Have you changed your mind?" You know you haven't. Not when Brendon's the perfect fucking husband. And even if he can be cold with adults, he's always all soft and kind with children patients and his nieces and nephews.
People think he is an asshole (yeah, it's kind of true) but he's in fact just the biggest softie.
"I haven't changed my mind, I still want kids with you, but I want whatever you want more." He kisses both of your palms as he says it.
"I want kids with you too." You whisper with watery eyes.
"Good, sweetheart." He grins at you, more excited than stressed about the situation, which reassure you even more that Brendon will be an awesome dad. "So should we look at the results?" Brendon drops a kiss on top of your head as he comes to stand behind you.
You nod and shakily open your blood work again. Your eyes immediately land on the pregnancy test result that says positive.
"Oh my god." You let out a quiet, little sob, and Brendon just stares in disbelief. There's a ridiculous amount of happiness on both of your faces.
"Come here, sweetheart." Brendon puts the tablet away, helps you out and crushes you against him in a tight, tight hug.
"We're gonna be parents." You say into his shoulder breathlessly.
"Yes, doll, the best parents. And now apparently the whole ED will know about it as well."
You both chuckle at that, and continue holding each other until the fact you are indeed pregnant settles in. Just taking it in in your own little bubble.
It's not everyday that Brendon comes for an advice to a medical student but here he is. Javadi's eyes are big and cautious as he catches her after a procedure.
"You read books right?" Brendon asks bluntly, looking almost bored talking to her.
"H-How do you know that?"
"Not important." He replies. He overheard one of his residents talking about her book account on some app. And he knows you definitely have that app.
"Ugh, yeah, I read." She looks around uncertainly, trying to see if this is some kind of sick prank.
"Good." He takes out his phone and shows her the book app. "Can you explain to me how this works?"
She looks at him like he's grown another head before she starts stammering through the whole explanation.
By the end of it, Javadi's throat is all dry and she's drenched in nervous sweat. She expects Park to chew her out or something. But he only nods and mutters a quiet thanks before he leaves.
Brendon finds your profile easily and starts his research.
-
It's a few days later that you find out about it. You get woken up by a delivery guy hauling a huge box in front of your door. You get up as quietly as you can so you don't wake up Brendon. He came to your apartment straight from pulling a double shift.
You drag the box inside and carefully open it. You didn't order anything so unless it's a joke, you know it must be Brendon's doing.
You almost pass out from the sight in front of you. There are at least 40 books in the box. All of the books you currently have in the 'Want to read' bookshelf in the app.
You jump up and pad quickly to the bedroom on your still bare feet. Brendon is already blinking at you, it's like he has a sixth sense for knowing when you are awake.
"What's this?" You ask tentatively, crawling across the bed towards him so you can settle in his lap.
He gives you one of his smiles that only you get to see and his hands come to squeeze your hips just like you like it. You love his touch, and Brendon loves touching you, it's a win win situation.
"Good morning to you too, doll." He chuckles, looking you up and down. He doesn't even look at the stack of books you're holding.
"Bren, why did you buy all of these and how?" There's a blush creeping in on your cheeks as he grins at you.
"Just because and I won't reveal that secret." He shrugs, giving your soft flesh a squeeze in emphasise. You are smart so you are pretty sure that the newest follower of your account must be Brendon.
You put the books away on the bed, and lay down on Brendon. Your arms come up to hold him by his shoulders and his sneak around your torso.
"They cost too much, Bren. You shouldn't have, but thank you." You whisper, enjoying the soft morning cuddle.
"Sweetheart, I'm more than happy to spend my money on books for you. It wasn't even that much. You know, I'm a surgeon, right?" You can feel his ridiculous smirk as he drops a kiss on the top of your head.
"So humble." You tease, soaking in his warmth. If you could, you'd stay forever like this, just in your boyfriend's arms.
"And besides, I'll reap the benefits of those books later." Your cheeks definitely heat at that, and Brendon can see it. He chuckles before he flips you around and peppers your burning face in amused kisses.
You rouse from sleep as you feel the tickling sensation on your bare back. A soft set of Brendon's lips leaves a trail of warmth on your skin. And a trail of loving words.
"Good morning, Bren." You murmur sleepily into the silky pillow. You feel like you could spend the rest of your life like this.
Tangled in the bed with Brendon, soft sheets caressing your skin as you hear the sounds of ocean out of the window and smell the salty air.
You and Brendon are finally on your 3-week long honeymoon, and the place is absolutely dreamy. Brendon planned in all himself, he didn't even need to ask about your preference, not when he knew exactly what you wanted.
You are on a remote island in the Maldives. But not in the most famous resort but in a much more cosy one. The water is still crystal blue and picturesque even without the overhyped place.
"Can we stay in bed all day?" You mumble out as Brendon's hands join the exploration of your body. They settle on your hips and he flips you around on your sun (and Brendon) kissed back
"We can do whatever you want, doll." Brendon says, continuing his worship up your stomach. It's not even sexual, it's just him loving on you.
Your hands travel up his muscled chest, enjoying the feel of him hovering over you. Just as they travel over his stomach, you hear it rumble.
"Okay, maybe breakfast first." You chuckle and quickly roll away from under him. You are up on your feet and heading for the bathroom immediately.
You don't even get to count to 5 before Brendon's behind you. His hands settle on you again as he towers over you. Ever since the wedding, but even before, Brendon's just been so handsy. Never going longer than 5 minutes without touching some part of you.
So this honeymoon has honestly been a heaven for him. Just you and him with no distractions. And you're both taking in as much as you can, never wanting it to end.
Summary: You and Jack were friends with benefits until you caught feelings. You were afraid that he wouldn't want more so you broke up with him. Now months later, you end up in his ED. (1.3k)
Warnings: medical inaccuracies, implied age gap, use of pet names, swear words, alcohol/drinking, twisted ankle, like one kiss, past fwb relationship
"Where are you taking me?" Your words slightly slur as you get hauled out of the ambulance.
Girls night out didn't go exactly as you planned. You definitely didn't see the two broken heels and painfully twisted ankle with scraped palms in it.
You didn't even want to have the ambulance called but the bar manager insisted after your embarrasing fall. So here you, wherever that is.
"PTMC." The paramedic says, wheeling you in.
His answer sobers you up a little bit. You wish they'd taken you anywhere else but there.
"Can't you take me elsewhere?" You ask with an annoyed groan.
"Don't worry, they are great with insurance handling even if you don't have one." The paramedic immediately jumps to conclusion and reassures you. But you don't correct him, your real reason is far more embarrassing.
They wheel you into one of the empty rooms as you try to subtly hide your face. You've had a few drink but you are sober enough to know that this is Jack's ED. And Jack's night shift.
Jack Abbot the man you'd been hooking up with (like friends with benefits kinda thing), until you caught feelings and disappeared from his life without explanation.
-
You anxiously wait for a doctor to take your case while you pray for it not to be Jack. You let out a sigh of relief as kind eyed doctor with a coffee in hand enters.
You don't even need to explain yourself to him, he takes one look at you and sends you upstairs for an x-ray with an amused smile.
You are almost at the elevator when you hear your name. Sneaking around the ED without Jack noticing clearly isn't possible.
He quickly walks up to you, assessing you with wide eyes. You take one look at him and you start to forget why on earth you ended things with him. He looks so good, better than good and your tipsy brain has a problem processing it.
"Hi." Is all you squeak out, checking him out very not subtly.
"What are you doing here, sweetheart?" The pet name escapes him before he can even think about it. Old habits die hard, you know.
He moves a little closer to you, his gaze settling on the strappy dress that has ridden high up your thighs. He reaches out and discreetly tugs it down. Your breath hitches and you strain to remember how to speak.
"Getting an x-ray." You mumble out, only half sure that Jack is actually standing in front of you and that your mind isn't just making him up.
"Shit, okay, yeah. Who's the assigned doctor?" Jack asks the nurse pushing the gurney, clearly he's not asking you when he can see your hazy expression.
"Shen." She tells him and Jack nods.
"Okay, I'll come find you when you get the picture done, okay?" This time he is asking you, his whole focus on you.
"Yeah, okay." You say sheepishly. You'd expect he wouldn't want anything to do with you. So why is he still being such a gentleman? It makes no sense.
-
The ankle is not broken, thankfully. But it was pretty badly dislocated so there's some bruising, it's what Dr. Shen tells you. He's gonna get some intern to get you a boot for it so it heals more quickly.
You're practically sober at this point, seeing Jack sobered you up. The twisting feeling that's been gnawing at you for months suddenly intensified when you saw him. But you have no right to feel this longing for him, not when you were the one to end things with him. Still, it leaves an open wound in your heart.
The door opens again, and you expect either Dr. Shen or one of the interns to come fix your ankle, but it's Jack who enters.
"Hey." He says, voice deep as he carries the ankle boot under his bulging bicep. You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything.
"I thought...Dr. Shen said that an intern would do it." You stumble over your words as he puts the gloves on and sits on the stool by your very much swollen ankle.
"Well, I can do it instead." He tells you, and it's not really an explanation. "May I?" He asks before he starts touching your ankle with gentle hands.
"Why?" You question softly because you know he has no reason to take care of you like this.
"Because even if we aren't together anymore, I still care about you." His words are honest, and it strikes you right into your already gaping heart.
"Oh." You say quietly because his words honestly take you by surprise. No man has ever ended things on a good terms with you or you with him. But you shouldn't be that surprised, not when it comes to Jack. He's always been more than perfect and respectful, one of the reasons why you had to end things before you got too deep into your feelings for him.
But did he say together? His words slowly load in your mind, and confuse you. "Wait, what...what do you mean together?"
Jack frowns at you, looking at you like you might have hit your head, too. "What do I mean? You broke up with me, but there's no hard feelings, sweetheart. I'm a man, you made a decision and if I couldn't be okay with it then I should probably seek some help." Jack chuckles but you can hear it's not a genuine laugh.
"Broke up with you?" Your face goes white. "But we weren't even together, I thought we were just, you know, letting some steam off together."
It's Jack's turn to frown even as his hands don't stop working on your ankle. "Sweetheart, I took you out on all those dates. Bought you flowers, presents. Practically sang praises to you....And you thought we were just, what, fucking?"
Your cheeks start impossibly burning. Because yeah, that's exactly what you thought. "But we both agreed we weren't looking for anything serious Jack. What was I supposed to think? You never said or asked me to be more."
"I thought it was obvious." He says softly, and you just shakes your head at it. Because no, it wasn't obvious, you wouldn't have ended things with him if it was.
"Wait, did you end it because you thought that I wouldn't want more?" Jack asks, and I guess your baffling realisation of it must have shown on your face.
"Yes." You state plainly, no beating around the bush. Your eyes dip to the wedding band still on his finger.
A devastating expression fills Jack's face. He stays quiet for a few minutes as he finishes with the boot.
"There's no limit to love, sweetheart. I will forever love her. But I wanted you in my live so much, still do." He confesses.
"Me too. I just didn't want you to do something you weren't ready for, Jackie."
He scoots closer to and tentatively takes your hand in both of his. "My god, angel. I think we've both been a bit stupid and blind."
That finally earns him a smile from you because yeah, you wasted so much time alone when you could have just been together the whole time. "Do you really want me as-as your girlfriend? Even after everything?"
"Pathetically so, sweetheart."
That is an answer enough for you. You grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer to you. He immediately follows your train of thoughts and plants his mouth over yours.
The kiss is not rushed, it represents the long months of longing and waiting and it leaves you lightheaded and breathless. But you don't want it to stop, matching every move of his lips for yours.
Jack is the one to finally pull away as you chase his lips for more. "Easy, easy, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere. We'll go have breakfast together and then I'll take you home, yeah? What do you say?"
"Yes please, Jack." You whisper with a happy grin.
"Perfect. I'm going to get your discharge papers and then we'll go and we'll talk some more."
He leaves with a light smile and a promise of an honest conversation, squeezing your thigh as he goes.