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a Jack Abbot x female reader smau

mdni ! 18+

summary - in which dr. jack abbot has been in love with the same resident for years, she keeps dating terrible men and the entire emergency department is waiting for either of them to wake up.

!warnings! - age gap, obscenity, emotional manipulation, toxic bf, cheating, blood, injury description(s), workplace romance, panic attacks, medical trauma, some characters may be not behaving very canon-like.. (i'm sorry for that, pls trust i do my best to keep them as canon as i can), and uhh… idk ill keep ‘em coming as i write!!

a/n - helloo!!! not only is this my first ever fanfic but also first ever smau so hope y’all understand if it isn’t perfect😓😓 as i said in warnings i will try my best to keep everyone canon but im not good at headcanoning characters… so forgive me pls!!

prologue.1...: the good samaritan with a bleeding heart

progue.2…: the forbearing sweetheart with a delicate mind

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part 2...:

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part 4...:

part 5...:

part 6...:

part 7...:

part 8...:

epilogue...:

thank you @cursed-carmine for the dividers!!

comment if you’d like to get added to the taglist!!

“Hey, pretty lady.” He murmurs as he strips out of his SWAT suit and to his boxers. He climbs onto the bed and lays right next to you, your noses touching.

“Hi,” you sound more tired than you look and that makes him pout.

“Long day?” You nod and he coos, slipping one hand to the nape of your neck to get tangled in the hair there. “Anything I can do to help?”

You shrug, shutting your eyes when his fingers close around the hair and give a tug. Silence falls over the room for a bit until you look up at him with glassy eyes.

“I fucking hate working there.” You sound so defeated and Jack’s heart breaks clean in two.

He doesn’t say anything as you recount your week from hell, how nothing had gone according to plan, no one listens to you and you feel overworked and undercompensated.

When you finish he presses his lips to your forehead just between your eyebrows.

“You can just quit, baby.” His hand slips from your nape to the hinge in your jaw to tip your head back so you’re staring directly at him. “I hate that they’re making you feel like this,” he carries on, nudging his nose against yours.

“I can take care of us till you find something better if that’s what you want.” When you don’t say anything, Jack plants a kiss on your cheek. “I can also take care of us if you never want to go back to work.”

“You’re too kind.” You sigh and tip your head out of his hands and onto you pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling.

He frowns, slipping his hand under your sleep shirt to hold onto your waist as he turns so he can catch your eye.

“Think it over, sweetheart. I don’t like seeing you so down.”

You nod, turning to look at him. Your eyes are still glassy when you look at him but they’re less sad. Even if only a little.

“I love you,” you say earnestly, reaching a hand to Jack’s cheek.

summary: in a tight-knit small town, your bakery sits just streets away from his. the businesses—and your personalities—constantly clash, fueling a rivalry the whole town can’t help but watch unfold. what starts as a competition begins to shift the more your lives overlap, until keeping things strictly business becomes harder to maintain.

warnings: fem!reader x jack abbot, implied sexual content, age gap, cursing, mental health & family conflict related themes.

a/n: i want this to feel like a mix of bluebell, alabama and stars hollow, connecticut. the kind of town where everybody knows everybody & gossip travels faster than the morning paper! keep that atmosphere in mind while reading :]

TAGLIST IS NOW CLOSED !!!!

prologue. bonfire

01. smoke break

02. pie contest

03. brown sugar

04. sylvia plath

05. midnight in pajamas

06.

07.

Jack Abbot and his health anxiety hypochondriac fiancé who is always convinced they’re in the brink of death. Definitely not inspired by me or anything.

Warnings: reader has horrible health anxiety, and is also horny as fuck, age gap

Authors Note: this is my first attempt at SMAU, I find them to be SO funny and wanted to try my hand in it.

001. ice bucket challenge

002. thirsty

003. paralysis

004. nudie

jack abbot x controversially young gf!reader

18+ minors do not interact

warnings: female reader, age gap, reader is mid 20s, mention of smut kind of

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: age gap (reader is 28, Jack is around 40) emotional hurt/comfort, discussions of guilt and self-worth, mentions of anxiety and autism, financial stress (comforted), established relationship.

Summary: When the traditional 9-to-5 feel like an impossible mountain to climb, Jack is there to remind you that your worth isn’t measured by a paycheck. And steps up as your biggest supporter.

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You sat at the kitchen table, the glow of your laptop illuminating your face. Beside it sat a small pile of vintage charms you’d been cleaning and reassembling into jewelry, a quiet attempt to turn a hobby into a few dollars.

During the last months, there's been a constant guilt in the back of your mind, a noise that told you that at twenty eight, you should be navigating the hospital hallways like Jack did, instead of retreating when everything got too loud.

When the front door clicked open, you instinctively tried to pull a sweater over the jewelry supplies.

Everybody Here Wants You

Paring: Jack Abbot x fem!resident!reader

Summary: You have everybody's eyes on you, but you only have eyes for Jack. (0.8k)

Tags/warnings: fluff, mentions of drinking, implied age gap, use of pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl), jack is smitten, reader too

A/N: Track 6 of Anna's 1k celebration! English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!

masterlist

And our eyes are locked in downcast love

I sit here proud

Even now, you're undressed in your dreams with me

Everybody Here Wants You — Jeff Buckley

Alanis Morissette is blaring though the speaker — well, your version of it.

NAVIGATION | JACK ABBOT MASTERLIST

that was me blue (26.7k) [angst] [hurt/comfort] [smut] did i do it to myself? (6.3k) [angst] [hurt/comfort]

by @docrobinavitch

compromise (3.1k) [angst] [hurt/comfort] [fluff]

by @abbotly

CALL ME HOME (4k) [angst] [hurt/comfort] TOUCH AND GO (2k) [fluff] [hurt/comfort] THAT FUNNY FEELING (7k) [angst] [hurt/comfort] DOCTOR BARKER (3k) [fluff] [with tension] OFF-DAY (6.4k) [angst] [hurt/comfort]

by @lovebugism

paying up (2.4k) [fluff] it's a little bit messy (7.9k) [smut] [soft angst] sprains and refrains (4.7k) [fluff] [soft angst]

by @alinathinkstoomuch

old man charm (3.3k) [fluff] secret santa (5.5k) [fluff] (ik it's not christmas but this was too cute) the terrible date (5.5k) [soft angst] [fluff]

by @fromsil

things a man provides (4.3k) [fluff] [angst] [hurt/comfort] that's what i'm here for (3.8k) [angsty] [fluff]

by @annsfics

emergency contact (1.5k) [angsty] [hurt/comfort] [fluff]

by @kalila

gorgeous (5k) [fluff]

by @dearwalker

sergeant, M.D (6.6k) [smut] [tension}

by @drjohncarters

happily married (2.4k) [fluff]

by @imaginesofwonder

shy shell (2.2k) [fluff]

by @weird-is-life

you chose well (3.9k) [soft angst] [smut]

by @youthereader

lights out (3.2k) [angst] [fluff] [hurt/comfort]

by @thefictionalmanswhxre

unknown etiology (2.2k) [soft angst] [fluff]

by @pellucid-constellations

pairing: jack abbot x fem!colleague!reader

summary: you show up at his door in the middle of the night, too tired to pretend you're fine. You ask for help. He gives it – just not in the way you expected.

tags/warnings: female reader, no use of y/n, no physical description, sleep deprivation, fainting/loss of consciousness, hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, age gap (not specified), not proofread, jack is probably ooc but being caring and gentle, let me know if I missed something.

authors note: first time posting here. English isn’t my first language, but I hope you enjoy it! (I'm a little nervous...)

word count: 2.2k

It was a very strange, very spontaneous and completely irrational decision to show up at a man’s doorstep at midnight without an invitation. But not for you. You stood in front of the door of his house, looking at it as salvation and perdition.

You were already here. It would be pointless to retreat. At least that's what you told yourself.

The screen door creaks open before you can even knock. And there he was. Dr. Jack Abbot, leaning in the doorway with that unreadable look he always seems to wear – somewhere between curious and exhausted.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you like he was trying to figure out why the hell you were here. His tired expression was slightly tense, but there was still a hint of concern in his gaze.

Then he spoke, his voice low and a little rough around the edges.

“Didn’t expect company tonight. You alright?”

You bit your lip.

Were you alright? Good question.

Probably. At least right now – standing here with one of the best surgeons in the Pitt right in front of you, and not getting cursed out for showing up unannounced this late.

Yeah. You felt alright.

"I'm fine, uh... You?"

God, you wanted to slap yourself.

Jack studied you for a beat too long – long enough for the silence between you to start humming. His eyes flicked over your face: the nervous lip bite, the slight tension in your shoulders.

He stepped back without breaking eye contact.

“Come in,” he said simply.

The door opened wider, letting you step inside.

Somewhere in the background, jazz was playing softly. A single lamp burned low by an armchair, a book lying on the side table. Everything looked simple, but warm.

He walked ahead toward the stove, where a pot of coffee sat warming, and poured two cups without asking. Because honestly? You looked like you needed one.

"I'm sorry for intruding so abruptly, Dr. Abbot," you said, taking the cup from his hands.

You looked different today – less collected than you usually did at work.

You and Abbot generally got along well. You didn’t work together often, but you respected each other. Still, you were younger, and sometimes it made you feel like you came from slightly different worlds.

Jack took a slow sip from his own mug before answering, leaning back against the counter with the effortless ease of someone who owned every space he stood in – whether it was an operating theater or this quiet kitchen at midnight.

“Call me Jack.”

For a moment, you forgot about everything around you. Such a simple request at first. But there was something personal – something intimate – hidden behind it.

Or maybe you were just being wishful.

"I know I probably should have called you, but I... uh… I was nearby..."

Nervousness and exhaustion seeped into your voice. You didn’t even realize how close to the edge you were.

But Jack did.

He didn’t buy the “I was nearby” excuse – not for a second. He saw it: the way your voice dipped on certain words, like you were holding back something heavier; the faint tremor in your fingers that had nothing to do with the cold; the quiet intensity behind your eyes that usually stayed polite and professional during hospital shifts.

You looked… raw. Not broken – but like someone who’d been keeping everything together by sheer willpower, and finally let one stitch unravel at midnight.

He exhaled through his nose and set his mug down on the counter with deliberate care. Without asking, Jack closed the distance between you in two steps and reached up, cupping one side of your face gently with his hand.

You went quiet, feeling the warmth of his touch. Eyes closed and you were barely breathing.

"I just... I can't do this anymore,” you whispered, your voice soft and tired. "I can't sleep."

It wasn’t a confession. It felt like a plea. And it hit him right in his chest.

"I know you're not my doctor,” you continued, “But I also know that you have experience with things like this. Please… tell me what to do."

Jack’s thumb brushed lightly over your cheekbone, a gesture so quiet and tender it almost didn’t feel real.

Sleep deprivation. He knew that look: the hollows under the eyes even if you’d tried to hide them with makeup, the slight tension in your jaw.

He exhaled again, softer this time. When he spoke, his voice was gentle.

“Right. You’re not my patient, but you are tired.”

A pause.

“When was your last real sleep? Not when you're tossing and turning in bed half the night… I mean actual rest.”

His hands were warm, rough with calluses. You pressed your cheek against his palm, just a little harder. It felt like a lifeline.

“A month ago. Maybe more. It didn’t seem like a big problem at first.”

You felt him gently take the coffee cup from your hands – and you let it go without resistance. You didn’t have the strength to hold onto it anyway.

Without warning, Jack slid his other arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. Not quite a hug, but close enough that you could feel the solid warmth of him: the broad line of his chest beneath thin cotton, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the faint scent of antiseptic soap mixed with something earthy – wood polish, maybe.

His hold was firm and protective. That was enough. Your hands stopped shaking. Your breathing steadied. You rested your head against his chest, warmth slowly spreading through you. He was strong, and gentle, and for a moment you just wanted to disappear into it – into him.

"So soft," you whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear.

Then your legs gave out. Your body went heavy, your ears ringing. And everything went dark.

Jack felt the exact moment you went limp. He reacted instantly – surgeon reflexes kicking in like muscle memory. His arms tightened around you to keep you from collapsing, one hand bracing your shoulders while the other slid down to support your knees.

Not trauma. Not blood loss. Just exhaustion finally winning. Your body had been running on empty for weeks and now it just shut off.

Without hesitation, Jack scooped you up and carried you through his quiet house toward a door off the hallway.

His bedroom.

When you opened your eyes, the sheets were soft around you, and sunlight filtered through the window. A gray blanket was draped over you as you tried to figure out where you were, panic was rising in your chest. The surroundings were unfamiliar.

Slowly, you lifted the blanket and exhaled. You were still wearing the same clothes as yesterday (your shoes neatly placed beside the bed).

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, and the awareness of what happened began to return.

Last night – you went outside because you couldn’t sleep. You walked and walked, exhaustion never coming… until, somehow, you ended up at Dr. Abbot’s door and–

Oh, no.

A door clicked open down the hall.

Jack appeared in the bedroom doorway, dressed differently than last night: black sweatpants, a faded gray t-shirt pulled taut over his shoulders, hair slightly damp like he’s just showered. Calm. Observant. Old habits die hard – especially after you passed out in his arms.

Your eyes widened as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"Dr. Abbot?"

He stepped forward quietly and leaned against the doorframe instead of coming closer, giving you space without making it obvious.

“Morning,” he said, voice low but warm. “You slept fourteen hours.”

"Fourteen hours?" You ran a hand through your hair. "God, I'm sorry. I've caused you so much trouble."

You already felt more like yourself – still shaken, but more grounded.

Jack exhaled – almost a laugh, but not quite.

“Trouble?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving space between you. “I carried you to bed because you passed out from exhaustion after showing up at my house looking half-dead.” A pause. “You weren’t trouble.”

You shook your head, smiling weakly.

"You know, it still sounds like 'caused trouble' to me," you said. "But thank you... for taking care of me."

The thought hit you unexpectedly – what it would be like to wake up in his bed under different circumstances. You lower your head, suddenly embarrassed. Your fingers twitch nervously.

Jack watched you – the way you fidget, the faint flush rising on your cheeks. It’s… endearing, in a quiet way.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds – just studied the sunlight catching in your hair, how you looked more like yourself now: softer around the edges but present. Then, without overthinking it, he reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You leaned into the touch before you even realized you were doing it. Breath barely caught. The lips are slightly parted.

It wasn’t flirtation, teasing or seduction, but a pure, instinctive trust. A quiet vulnerability that hit him like a punch to the chest because… Christ, you were sitting here, looking at him with those eyes that held both wisdom and something so achingly tender it made his throat tighten.

Slowly… carefully…

He cupped your face again – both hands now framing either side gently – and pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

You looked up at him, your vision slightly hazy, one hand sliding along his forearm as if anchoring yourself. Your gaze dropped to his lips.

You reached forward, lifting yourself slightly on your free hand, your breathing quickening. He leaned in too – hesitant.

But just before the distance disappeared–

"Shh..."

His thumb brushed softly over your lower lip, stopping you. Not rejection. Not quite restraint either. More like: not now.

But instead of giving up, you closed your eyes and gently bit his thumb. The one that had just stopped you. A small act of revenge, a quiet tease.

If you can’t kiss him, you can still leave a mark.

Jack inhaled sharply through his nose. The playful bite sent a jolt down his spine.

Goddamn.

It wasn’t supposed to be sexy. Not at all. He’d stopped you because this was… complicated. You were exhausted yesterday, you’d shown up in crisis, he didn't want your first kiss (if there ever was one) to be some sleep-deprived blur of confusion and desperation.

But now?

Your breath hitched.

His hand gently rested on your shoulder as he moved a little closer. His breath was on your neck, and you couldn’t seem to move. Jack didn't kiss you. Instead, he responded to your small act of revenge with mutual teasing.

His teeth sank gently into the soft skin of your neck. A sharp thrill that shot straight through your nerves like electricity. And you had to hold onto his forearm tighter to ground yourself, because otherwise you'd pass out again.

Jack didn’t linger there – no bruises or marks left behind – but the brief pressure was enough. He pulled back just enough after that single nip to look at your face – the flush creeping up your cheeks.

You forgot how to breathe. Then a smile spread across your face, and he heard a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

"This is not how I’ve imagined our first intimacy."

Now his gaze became more curious. Jack smirked.

"Oh, so you’ve imagined it?"

You looked at him like a contented cat. The veil of desire was still present between you, but now you both seemed to be a little more sober. As if these two bites could defuse your inner desire.

"Who didn't?" you snuggled back into his hand. "You're saving people's lives in that damn medical uniform, even those whose chances of survival are close to zero. And then, as if nothing had happened, you come up and say some light nonsense bordering on flirting."

You rolled your eyes. The playful grin didn't leave your face.

"Of course, I’ve imagined it.”

A light chuckle came from his chest when he heard your words.

“Light nonsense bordering on flirting,” he repeated, voice low and rough with amusement. “That’s new.”

Still cradling your face, his thumb resumed its gentle stroking along your cheekbone – slow circles that felt more intimate than any kiss yet.

His light flirting was always harmless. These were light jokes, funny jokes, or just sincere compliments. It came naturally to him. But this closeness right now isn’t like his usual manner of communication. It feels like a new territory for both of you.

You nuzzled into his chest, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and musk. You wanted to bury yourself in him, to lose yourself in this sensation, to absorb his scent into yourself, to remember this moment. Jack gently stroked your head.

"So soft." You repeated your words from yesterday. “You are so damn soft."

You made it sound like a personal offense – like the biggest injustice of your life. Something so beautiful that made you physically ill.

Jack actually laughed this time – a quiet, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest where your ear pressed against him. It wasn’t loud or showy; it was rare and low.

“You’re mad I’m soft?” he murmured into your hair, still running his fingers through the strands with that same slow rhythm. “Unbelievable.”

And he just held you closer.

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x girlfriend!reader Warnings: fluff, established relationship, comfort, kinda hot kissing by the end. Summary: Jack dealing with your obsession with his biceps. A/N just a random thought about needing to bite Jack biceps

Jack was slumped on the sofa with his eyes closed.

He felt your hands.

You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his right bicep, squeezing firmly.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕? | 𝘸𝘤: 𝟐.𝟏𝑲+ | ( 𝑺𝑭𝑾 ◡̈ )

summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱.

warnings! 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥!𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦!𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 & 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘤, 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣, 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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summary: you both work at ptmc on different shifts, used to crossing paths and falling into easy conversations that never really feel like anything—until everyone else starts pointing it out. a push from friends turns into a challenge, a challenge into a date, and something that was supposed to be simple starts dragging on longer than either of you planned.

warnings: inspired by how to lose a guy in 10 days, jack abbot x female reader, age gap, cursing, reader is mid 20s.

a/n: pls don’t give too much thought to dates or the logistics of it all unless i explicitly point it out + english is not my first language. enjoy :)))

chapter 1. 50 bucks

chapter 2. etsy witch

chapter 3. a night to remember

chapter 4. existential crap

chapter 5. chocolate fudge

chapter 6. lady boner

chapter 7. fireworks

chapter 8. green stuff

chapter 9.