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Today I attended a pride parade in my city. I walked with my union. 🌈

It’s mandatory for kindergartens and schools in Norway to promote equality, equal worth and diversity.

I am a kindergarten teacher. We have a Framework Plan for Kindergartens.

“Kindergartens shall promote equity and equality irrespective of gender, functional ability, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, ethnicity, culture, social status, language, religion and world view. Kindergartens shall combat all forms of discrimination and promote compassion.”

This is why I walked today.🏳️‍🌈

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🩷🩵🤎🖤

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heyyyy can you make something with second chance romance with Jack????

𑣲 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘵𝘵. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝘑𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘉𝘉𝘖𝘛 𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘔!𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

warnings! 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 (𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺), 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴/𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵/𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬 & 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣, 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘤: 𝟏.𝟖𝑲+

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘴

mabel-777

Speaking to The Dead

pairing: jack abbot x morgue attendant!f!reader

summary: as the “weird morgue girl”, you weren’t the most popular in the hospital. when you made a misunderstood joke, jack finally had enough. when he tried to know you, you only thought he wanted to make up for what happened but that was far from his true feelings.

content: hurt/comfort, age gap, she falls first but he falls harder, age gap, slow burn, praise, no use of y/n, miscommunication, angst, work romance, workplace betting, probably medical inaccuracies, night shift crew and a little of day shift crew

word count: 7.5k

playlist (spotify): Speaking to The Dead

author’s note: from this request. hope i did it well and thank you for your patience! please note that the anon also requested to other authors and that i wasn’t aware when i wrote this.

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Working night shifts in a morgue was a pretty strange job, but you loved it. You never thought it was weird to give dead people a nice goodbye. In fact, you thought it was the respectful thing to do. Being gentle with them when the illness was rough seemed like the greatest way to prepare them for the afterlife.

mariposayl

REMINDER!

Jack Abbot x fem!nurse

pairing: attending!jack abbot x nurse!reader

summary: you had three golden rules that you promised to never break. however, jack abbot made you break them all in one single night on your twenty-first birthday. never fall for your attending, never beg a man and last but not least: never ever have kids!

content warning: 18+, MDNI. reader is younger than jack, height difference, daddy issues, slight daddy kink, angst to smut, porn with a plot, jack is a tease, brat!reader, mean jack!, bad parenting (not from reader), kissing, p in v, rough sex, crying, petnames (baby, princess, sweetheart, doll), oral (f. receiving), pregnancy mentioned, cursing.

word count: 8.1k

a/n: this idea actually originated from a post I saw on tiktok. english isn't my first language so please be gentle with me.here's the link to pt.2 !

You never really wanted kids.

It was kind of a promise to your inner child.

To the little girl curling in her small bed, trying to stop the rumbling of her stomach, embracing her body in a tight hug. To the one begging for her daddy to come back home even when he was miles away from the house. To the one that tried to call him, reach him to tell him that she didn't have enough money to buy herself something to eat.

It was only a vivid memory but you still remembered your fear of darkness. It wasn't until you'd bawl your eyes out and finally fall asleep, that you'd calm down. And you told him once.

Your dry lips were trembling, tears building in the corner of your eyes, you would bravely push them aside by using your palms. Afterwards you'd look at the wooden floor, gently tugging on the edge of your pink shirt. "Daddy..my closet is looking at me with its eyes closed."

He was watching football with his friends that night, the lights were dimmed upstairs, leftover pizza on the kitchen counter, so many noises from the men getting worked up about the game. "Door open, light on. You're a big girl. Go ahead, I'll be up in a bit."

Now you knew that he only said those last words because of his friends. He would never sent his five year old daughter back to her room, telling her to fuck off in front of his best friends. That's not who he was.

You remembered the way your hands trembled as you went back upstairs. It was the room at the end of the hallway. The worst part wasn't even that you wet your bed that night. It's the fact that he didn't come and check on you, like he promised he would.

It broke your tiny heart.

He never showed up to your football games at Highschool, even though you started because you wanted to impress him. Once you overheard how he congratulated his friends daughter for being at top of her classes, which is why you aspired to be like her. He never acknowledged it. Ever.

He was everyone's favorite host and a truly wonderful friend. But at home, he was just a stranger who forgot how to be a dad. Living with his constant neglect taught you that relying on anyone else is a liability. Every major lesson and coping mechanism you had, you had to figure out on your own while sitting in his shadow. You became hyper independent because you had to be, not because you wanted to be.

Over time, that self reliance changed into an unshakable preference for solitude. You wanted to be alone because your own presence was stable and most importantly predictable.

Never be a liability.

Never be a burden.

Even in school you'd always try to be the secure friend. Nevertheless, you'd still fail every single time because of your clumsiness. You were grateful that you still made a lot of friends back then. The experience felt like the high school dream, filled with the reality of a father who was largely absent. While others envied that level of freedom, the truth was hidden behind a story that he simply offered endless love.

"Girl, I wish my dad wasn't so strict. You're the lucky one."

You still remembered laila's, your best friends, words back when you hugged her goodbye after telling her that you'd stay for a while because you couldn't dare to ask for them to drive you back home. That wasn't their job and you didn't have the right to weigh her parents down like that.

What if they would tell her to stop meeting up with you?

The jealousy from friends was met with a smile, staying out late and navigating the quiet hours of the early morning alone. To those looking in, it appeared to be an ideal situation with an unbothered parent, but the situation was actually a way of turning indifference into a more comforting narrative.

Trust.

Place your trust in no one but yourself.

A lesson you had to learn the hard way. Multiple occasions that thought you the most important rule you set for your life. As long as you had yourself, you knew that you'd always find a way out.

You always failed though.

You wished you weren't so naive.

No one taught you not to.

It's not that you thought that your dad appreciated or cherished you. You were almost sure that he thought of you as an annoying chore.

Something that he had to look after even in times he didn't want to.

It wasn't until you met Jack Abbot that you felt seen.

Dr. Abbot was known as one of the most capable and reliable attending's of the pitt. That was one of the main reasons he was a highly respected man in his workplace. With his consistency regarding his job and his determination to save people no one really had anything to say against his performance at night.

Even the hospital corridors buzzed like a beehive whenever he strolled past, as the night shift nurses practically tripped over their own feet just to catch a glimpse of his devastatingly handsome smile and towering, silver fox charm.

The rest of the floor could swoon all they wanted, but you weren't buying what Jack Abbott was selling. Your walls were up, you actively dodged the breakroom gossip, and honestly, the man barely registered on your radar. Plus, you had a golden rule: never, ever date a coworker.

That professional boundary was exactly why your first encounter with the handsome new attending had left a bitter taste in his mouth. At least, that's what you assumed. It was only your second week as a night shift pediatric nurse, and the quiet rhythm of the neonatal unit was your sanctuary.

Standing in the soft glow of the nursery, you cradled a fussy newborn, swaying your body in gentle loops while humming a low melody. Slowly, her sharp little cries died down into peaceful snoring. A fond smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at her blissfully satisfied expression, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead.

But the warmth vanished the second you glanced up at the viewing glass.

Standing right there on the other side was the attending, watching your every move with an intensely curious and amused gaze. It was fucking irritating. Your smile instantly vanished.

Wasting no time, you carefully tucked the baby back into her bassinet, grabbed your clipboard, and marched toward the exit.

As you stepped out into the hallway, you caught him shifting his weight, clearly about to deliver some charming remark. You didn't give him the chance. You walked right past him, offering nothing but a sharp roll of your eyes as you left him standing in your wake. A satisfied smirk crawled onto your face. It was likely the first time he'd ever been shut down so abruptly.

You just didn't like doctors, most of them were egocentric and arrogant, and entirely too full of themselves. It was honestly a funny irony choosing to work in a hospital, but keeping arrogant attendings in check was just an added bonus of the job.

It had been your dream to be able to provide the care for those who were suffering. Knowing what your childhood looked like you decided to take matters in your hands and give the little babies exactly that what you had been deprived of. You were thankful that you made the best out of your trauma which also made you stronger as a person.

Now, let's move on to the second encounter!

By the time Friday night came around, the sparkling veneer of the hospital had faded entirely, replaced by the heavy, hushed reality of the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

Standing among the rhythmic beeps of the monitors, you looked down at the tiny fighters in your care, and an all too familiar ache tightened in your chest. It was a heavy kind of anger that you kept locked deep inside. A resentment at the sheer unfairness of it all. They weren't even a few minutes into this life, yet here they were, already paying a brutal toll and enduring hardships they did absolutely nothing to deserve.

Why?

Swallowing down the pent up frustration, you forced yourself to breathe, deliberately channeling that fiery protective instinct into gentle care as vou admired their impossibly small forms. They were so fragile, yet so incredibly resilient.

You turned around, forcing yourself to swallow the suffocating lump in your throat and blinking back the hot tears prickling your eyes. Wanting nothing more than a hasty retreat to a quiet, empty hallway, you looked toward the glass window, only to freeze.

No fucking way.

The hallway wasn't empty.

Standing right there, watching you through the glass with an entirely indifferent expression, was Dr. Abbot. The sheer annoyance hit you like a wave, instantly clashing with the grief already tight in your chest.

Why was he always here?

It felt like every single time you wanted a quiet, unguarded moment with the babies, his shadow was looming over the unit. Already deeply upset by the fragile state of the newborns around you, you gritted your teeth, walked out of the room, and prepared to breeze past him again.

Before you could take a second step into the corridor, his low voice cut through the hum of the monitors. "You know, nursing requires a gentle touch, but thinking too much about their suffering usually just leads to burnout."

He spoke with that classic cadence, entirely self assured, dripping with the tone of a man who believed his own observation was a gift to the room. You couldn't give a shit about what he thought. So you stopped dead in your tracks. The sheer audacity of his unsolicited wisdom on a night like this made your blood boil.

You whipped around, your eyes flashing. "And I'm sure your extensive wardrobe of tailored suits gives you a Ph.D. in exactly how I should feel, Doctor Abbott."

He didn't look angry, or amused, or even slightly jarred by the venom in your voice. "I merely state what I observe. How you choose to digest it is entirely your business."

Your walls slammed shut, and the anger boiled over into pure malice. "Then observe this," you stepped closer, your voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "Stay out of my way, and stay away from my unit. Some of us are actually here to care about these patients, not to treat the ICU like our personal runway."

With those words you left him standing alone under the fluorescent lights, not caring about the bridge you were actively burning.

What you didn't know was that your demeanor had evoked something entirely different in him.

Instead of coming across as off putting, your refusal to back down only made him respect you.

He saw a genuinely honest person who possessed the rare strength to talk right back to an attending.

Jack wasn't a man who looked for easy comfort, he was someone who constantly needed to be on his toes to feel alive. He craved the adrenaline, and the challenge, which was precisely why an ex-military veteran like him had also attached himself to the local SWAT team as a tactical physician. He liked a little friction, and he definitely liked him a difference.

Amused and completely unbothered by the harsh words you had just thrown his way, a sharp smile tugged at his lips as he made his way back up to the ED. He strode right into the busy hub of the pitt and immediately sought out his best friend, Robby.

"Just had an interesting encounter down in the neonatal unit," he murmured, leaning against the central desk with a look of pure entertainment in his eyes.

Robby paused his data entry, looking up from his computer to stare blankly at him. It wasn't often that the usually guarded attending looked this intrigued, and he couldn't help but wonder what on earth could have happened on a routine Friday night shift to make his best friend smile like that.

A few days later.

Dana, the seasoned charge nurse who kept the entire floor from collapsing, was busy sorting through a stack of patient files. Jack leaned casually against the counter, tapping his fingers against the clipboard in a relaxed motion. "Hey, Dana," Jack began, keeping his voice smooth and entirely conversational as he gestured vaguely toward the pediatric wing.

"The new pediatric nurse on nights, what's her story?"

Dana stopped short, her sharp eyes flicking up from the files to fix him with a deeply skeptical look. She folded her arms over her chest, immediately on guard. "Why do you want to know, Jack?"

"Just keeping tabs on the staff," Jack replied smoothly, offering a brief and completely unbothered shrug that gave absolutely nothing away. "Always good to know who we're sharing the floor with during a chaotic shift, that's all!."

Dana stared at him for a second longer, trying to read between the lines, but Jack's poker face was

impenetrable. Sighing, she went back to her paperwork. "She started a few weeks ago," she said, her tone professional. "And honestly? She's doing a great job. She's sharp, and her reliable nature is exactly what we need around here. To be frank, a nurse with her level of competence could really be an asset up in the ED if things get hairy."

Dana paused, tapping her pen against the desk as she looked back toward the pediatric unit. "I don't really know her all that well on a personal level, though. She almost never does personal talks during a shift, stays locked in her zone, takes care of her patients, and she is exceptionally good at dodging any nosy questions from the rest of the staff."

Jack gave a slow, thoughtful nod, digesting the information. "Good to know," he murmured. He offered Dana a polite nod of thanks, turned on his heel, and walked away into the hushed hallway.

It was your twenty-first birthday.

You were sitting on the floor of the laundry room.

It was the only place in the entire building where you could finally hear your own thoughts.

But the brief peace shattered when the heavy door swung open, and the sharp scent of a fresh high end cologne cut through the laundry detergent. You looked up, your hand immediately flying to your face as you dead palmed your forehead in pure disbelief. "Of course it's you."

Abbott stood in the doorway, completely unfazed by your hostility. In fact, seeing your utterly annoyed expression only brought a fond, amused smirk to his face. Walking right past your spot on the floor, he stepped over to the automated scrub dispenser machine behind you.

He casually swiped his premium staff badge against the electronic reader, and within seconds, a fresh, perfectly pressed pair of hospital scrubs rolled out of the slot. Being a top attending definitely had its perks. "Must be nice to have the vending machine actually like you," you commented dryly, not even looking back at him.

"The rest of us usually have to fight it for a clean set."

Instead of taking his new scrubs and leaving, he surprised you. He walked over, adjusted his frame, and sat right down on the floor. He deliberately left a respectful distance of about two people between you, careful not to cross a line or crowd your space. He leaned his back against the wall, looked straight ahead at the spinning washing machine, and broke the silence. "I'm Jack." You bit your tongue, the urge to roll your eyes stronger than ever as you stared at the floor.

He was such a pain in the ass.

Why didn't you like him?

Was it his annoyingly handsome face?

"Y/N," you mumbled under your breath.

Jack gave a slow, respectful nod, absorbing the sound of your name. "I work up in the ED," he offered quietly, his deep voice carrying a rare, relaxed undertone.

"I know," you replied, your tone clipped and dry.

Anyone with working ears on this shift knew exactly who he was and where he ruled. He leaned his head back against the tiled wall, letting out a soft breath. "I usually come down to this room when I just need a clean break from the chaos."

"Don't lie," you shot back automatically, a cynical edge to your voice. "You go to the roof-" The words cut off sharply in your throat.

You froze, your stomach dropping into a sudden, icy pit of regret. You instantly snapped your head away, staring intensely at the opposite corner of the room. Shit. The memory flashed vividly in your mind: a particularly brutal night a week ago, right after one of the newborns had passed away on the operating table.

Heartbroken and needing air, you had snuck up toward the helipad stairs, only to see him standing at the ledge through the heavy glass doors, staring out at the city skyline alone in the dark.

Now, he was going to think you were a total stalker.

Tensly, you braced yourself for the inevitable ego driven smirk, waiting for him to drop some arrogant, teasing comment about you watching him in secret.

But the punchline never came.

Instead, Jack just let out a soft, amused chuckle.

He casually raised both hands in the air, his expression entirely open and warm. "You caught me," he said softly, a genuine glimmer of playfulness in his eyes.

A small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of your lips before you could stop it. Catching yourself, you quickly looked back down at the floor.

That was one of the things you learned about him.

He never embarrassed you.

It was new to you.

Maybe that was the reason you slowly fell for him.

Nevermind, back to the story!

"How old are you?", he asked out of nowhere. You raised your eyebrows and looked into his eyes. For the first time you noticed how clear his hazel eyes were.

Much younger than you.

"I turned 21."

He paused. "When?"

"Today", you said in a low voice, lowering your gaze again.

"Congratulations!", he replied in a suprised tone.

He certainly didn't expect this when he came down here. He only imagined how excited you probably were to get over your shift and celebrate with your friends and coworkers.

Little did he know that your plan was to go home as quickly as possible and rest.

No one knew anyways.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

The cold rain was already relentless by the time your shift finally ended, and now you stood shivering beneath the flimsy metal awning of the bus station. Teeth chattering, you squinted through the downpour at the blurred timetable, only for your stomach to drop into a familiar, hollow pit.

You had missed the last bus by exactly four minutes. If only you hadn't stayed behind those extra moments to cuddle the tiny, fussing girl in room four.

"Fuck!" you cursed out loud, the word swallowed by a sudden, blinding flash of lightning as the storm raged heavier overhead.

The harsh reality of your bank account stared back at you. You couldn't afford a car.

Immediately after graduation, you had scraped together every single penny you owned, throwing it all into a steep apartment deposit just to put as much distance between yourself and your dad as humanly possible.

Pressing your freezing palms hard against your eyes, you tried to force your brain to find a solution. If you called an Uber now, the surge pricing in this storm would completely ruin you.

You wouldn't be able to make rent by the end of the month, and you were already living right on the razor's edge. Walking was the only option left.

As a freezing drop of rain snuck down the back of your neck, you let out a bitter, humorless laugh.

Was this God's twisted version of a birthday present for you?

You started the long trek down the side of the street. It was a fifty minute walk back to your apartment, and under normal circumstances, you wouldn't complain about a little cardio. But tonight, the freezing wind bit straight through your clothes, you didn't have your jacket, and within seconds, you were entirely soaking wet.

The rain hammered down with a harsh, punishing pace, blurring your vision as you hurried up, knowing full well that you would catch a miserable cold if you didn't get out of the rain soon. As you trudged past a familiar intersection, a dangerous thought crossed your mind..your dad's house was only twenty minutes away from here.

For a split, desperate second, you actually debated turning around and heading toward his porch, until the memory of his voice echoed vividly in your head.

»You ain't shit without me, Y/N.«

»You'll come back crawling and begging for a roof over your head.«

Fuck no.

The phantom words stung worse than the freezing rain. Your jaw clenched, and a stubborn heat flared up inside your chest.

You would never, ever beg a man for anything.

That was your third promise.

You blinked furiously, trying to clear the sheets of freezing water from your eyes, realizing too late that you could barely see two feet ahead of you.

Through the hazy blur of the storm, the blinding glare of headlights cut through the dark as a white truck pulled onto the shoulder of the road, splashing water onto the curb just a few yards ahead. Instantly on high alert, you picked up the pace, determined to pass the vehicle as quickly as humanly possible.

But as you drew parallel to the cab, the passenger window rolled down smoothly, revealing none other than your attending sitting behind the wheel, calmly motioning for you to get inside.

"I don't need a ride!" you shouted over the howling wind, your voice cracking slightly from the chill.

"Get in, kid." Jack commanded, his tone leaving absolutely no room for debate. Ignoring him completely, you threw your chin up and started marching right past his bumper.

Before you could even finish the empowering thought process in your head, the air was knocked straight out of you. In one swift, dizzying motion, you were hoisted off your feet and thrown right over a broad, rock solid shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Damn it, let me go!" you shrieked, your fists uselessly hammering against his back as the freezing rain continued to pelt your short legs.

"You're freezing," Jack remarked dryly, entirely unfazed by your thrashing as he casually strode around to the passenger side. As he yanked the heavy truck door open, you gripped the frame, glaring down at him upside down. "This is highly inappropriate for an attending!" you shouted.

Jack let out a dark, mocking scoff. "And cursing at your attending in the middle the street isn't?" You tried to scramble backward out of his iron grip, but with effortless, practiced precision, he deposited you firmly into the plush leather passenger seat.

Before you could even reach for the door handle to make a run for it, the door clicked shut, sealing you inside the heavily insulated, warm cabin. A second later, Jack jogged around the hood, climbed into the driver's seat, and closed his own door.

Jack let out a deep, steady breath, settling back into his seat as he turned his gaze entirely onto you. "This is kidnapping," you snapped, your teeth clicking together from the cold as you glared at him. "I can literally call the police on you right now."

He didn't blink. He just gave you that calm, unbothered look that always drove you crazy. "I'm not kidnapping you, Y/N. I only want to take you home on your birthday. Or wherever else you want to go. You shouldn't be out in this storm."

You let out a heavy, defeated sigh, your shoulders slumping against the expensive leather. "Fine. If you insist."

You sat there waiting for him to put the truck in drive, but he didn't move. He just looked at you expectantly, his hands resting lightly on the steering wheel. You furrowed your brows in deep irritation. "Don't expect a thank you. This is completely forced."

Suddenly, Jack shifted his weight, leaning across the center console and moving directly into your personal space. Your eyes widened in instant panic. You pressed your back flat against the passenger door, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"I won't give you a kiss!" you gasped, your voice rising in pitch. He didn't stop.

He kept coming until his face was only inches away from yours, so close you could feel the subtle warmth of his breath against your cold skin. He didn't reach for you, though. His hand swept right past your shoulder, his fingers wrapping firmly around the seatbelt strap. "I would never do anything that you didn't consent to," he murmured, his low voice vibrating right through you.

He pulled the belt across your chest with a slow, deliberate click, locking you safely into the seat before smoothly pulling back into his own space.

You instantly whipped your head away, staring desperately out the passenger window into the sheets of heavy rain. You closed your thighs tightly together, trying to squeeze away the sudden, betraying electricity that had just shot straight through your lower abdomen.

You tried to breathe through your mouth, desperately trying to purge the clean, intoxicating scent of his cologne from your nose. Fuck. You swallowed hard, your mind racing in sheer panic.

Were you really that desperate?

You quietly muttered your address, and Jack shifted the truck into drive, smoothly pulling out into the dark street. The heavy silence of the cabin was quickly replaced by a soft click as he turned on the radio, filling the space with a low, slow melody that vibrated gently through the speakers. Leaning your head against the headrest, you closed your eyes and let out a long breath, unconsciously humming along with the tune as the absolute exhaustion of the night shift finally caught up to you.

Gradually, your tensed shoulders began to relax. A deep, radiating warmth began to seep through your clothes, and you realized he had switched on the heated seats to help you thaw out from the storm. The heat was comforting, easing the tight knots in your back, but the sudden comfort only left your mind wandering down dangerous paths.

You sighed in content, but the warmth had your thoughts drifting to how incredibly stiff and pent up you had been lately. Between the endless shifts and the stress of your new apartment, you hadn't let your guard down in months. Your thoughts drifted to the man sitting just inches away from you, his quiet presence suddenly feeling entirely too loud. Wait, Jack? What the fuck?

Your eyes snapped open, your heart doing a sudden, panicked flip as you desperately tried to scrub the thought from your mind. "You okay?" Jack asked, his deep voice breaking the silence. You glanced over at his side profile, the faint green glow of the dashboard casting sharp shadows across his jawline. He looked entirely focused on the road, completely oblivious to the mental crisis happening in the passenger seat.

"Mhm," you hummed softly, forcing your voice to sound entirely casual as you quickly leaned back against the seat and stared out at the passing streetlights. The 15 minute drive blurred past in what felt like a matter of seconds, the truck finally slowed to a stop outside your apartment building

You hadn't even realized you've fallen asleep.

Somewhere between the relentless rhythm of the windshield wipers and the low hum of the engine, your body had simply given in. The storm outside had become white noise, the warmth inside the car wrapping around you like a heavy blanket after spending the evening soaked to the bone.

"We're here, sweetheart."

His voice reached you before you're fully awake. It slipped through the haze softly, and for a second you weren't even sure you actually heard him.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you slowly forced them open, blinking once until the blurry shapes in front of you began to sharpen.

Sweetheart?

Did he just call you sweetheart?

As you shift in your seat, something heavy slides slightly from your shoulder.

Your eyes dropped.

His dark blue coat.

Your brows knitted together immediately. The oversized fabric clutched your body and hugged you like you had it on for the entire night. You didn't even notice when the weight was put on you.

"When did.." you murmured, still staring at the coat. "When did you put this on me?"

"Didn't want you getting sick."

You looked back at him. "That wasn't my question."

"You were out."

"I really was", you admitted silently.

For some reason, the thought of him noticing you shivering, quietly taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders without waking you, settled somewhere uncomfortably deep inside your chest.

"..Thanks." I guess. "It took you long enough", he scoffed.

You rolled your eyes. "Don't make me take it back."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think you'd survive five seconds without it."

"Oh, please."

"You were shivering."

"I was not."

"You absolutely were."

Outside, thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance. Inside the car, neither of you moved and eventually, you let out a slow breath. "I should probably go."

"You should."

You reached down, your fingers searching lazily for the buckle of your seatbelt. Nothing.

You tried again.

Another attempt.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. "You missed."

"I know where it is", you argued harshly.

"Mhm."

"I do, Doctor Abbot." You shot him an unimpressed look. Before you can protest again, he leaned across the center console. The movement was slow enough that you saw it coming, yet somehow you're still completely unprepared for just how close he suddenly was.

His hand fell away from the edge of your seat, and he settled back into his own, clearing his throat almost imperceptibly before running a hand over the back of his neck. "You should get out."

His voice was steady and you decided not to move. Instead, you just looked at him.

For the first time all evening, Jack Abbott refused to meet your eyes. His attention stayed fixed stubbornly on the rain racing down the window, watching droplets collide and disappear beneath the relentless sweep of the wipers. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, the muscle feathering beneath his skin before he exhaled through his nose like he was trying to regain control over something neither of you has spoken aloud.

He felt it.

And now he was pretending he hadn't. Something about that realization settled heavily in your chest and it annoyed you. Who did he think he was?

You should have left.

Open the door, appreciate him for driving you home, hand him back his coat, and disappear upstairs before either of you did something you'd regret. Instead, your body moved before your mind has the chance to stop it.

It's reckless.

Ridiculous even.

Probably the stupidest decision you've ever made.

But you couldn't seem to care. You leaned across the center console again, closing the distance he had so carefully created. His brows knitted together ever so slightly as he finally looked at you, surprise flickering across his annoyingly gorgeous face.

"..What are you-"

You didn't even think about letting him finish and your fingers curled around the front of his collar, gripping the tight fabric firmly enough to pull him the slightest bit closer. His eyes widened not dramatically, but enough that you caught it and for the first time since you've met him, Jack Abbott looked genuinely caught off guard.

Ha!

Your heartbeat was so loud you're convinced he can hear it and you slowly breathed against his soft looking lips. Should I? You finally closed the final inch between you.

Your lips met his with more certainty than you actually felt, silencing whatever he was about to say. For one suspended heartbeat, the storm outside faded into nothing more than a distant murmur, the rain forgotten entirely as the world seemed to narrow to the impossible closeness between you.

He was so incredibly warm. You kissed him harder, slowly putting your right hand on his neck wanting him closer to you. His scent was intoxicating as you decide to take it a step further, climbing into his lap without breaking your lips apart. He puts one of his large hands around the back of your head, slowly building the tension between you two up, breathing against you.

As you moved closer you realized how intoxicating his scent was, like a drug that you couldn't get enough of. You rubbed against his lower abdomen, grabbing ahold of his silver curls, pulling it back and hearing him let out a low moan. You whimpered against his mouth as you asked him for more.

"This isn't right", he muttered against your swollen lips, making you kiss him again. "Shut up", you whispered, ignoring his words completely. "It's my birthday wish", you demanded, tensing up as he lowers his gaze.

Would he grant you your wish?

"You wanted this."

He barely gave you time to process before crashing his lips into yours again, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your hip roughly. His tongue swiped along your lower lip demanding entry, which you willingly granted him. With a low hum of approval he licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours feverishly as he tugged you even closer by your hip, making you feel his hardness against your thigh. He was kissing you feverishly, like a man starved, all the pent up frustration from seeing you walk around his house in scraps of clothing finally being released.

"Mhm, taste so fuckin' sweet baby." He murmured between filthy kisses, one of his large hands coming up to palm your left breast, making you arch into his palm.

"Jack-" you gasped, earning a low chuckle from him.

"Such a needy thing," He breathes heavily,

"You

want more, baby? Tell me what you want, use your words." You shivered at his words, your voice coming out more whiny than intended.

"Touch me, please."

Never begging a man my ass.

He groaned at your pleading tone, lust filled hazel eyes completely focused on your expression as his hand on your hip drifted lower, skimming over the waistband of your pants. "Well since you're asking so nicely." he murmured, voice dropping an octave, as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts to teasingly trail his fingers along the edge of your underwear."Then how can I say no?"

He pulled away slightly to take in your flushed face, your tousled hair from his hands and kiss swollen lips, the sight making his cock twitch in his pants. "Lift your hips for me sweetheart." He urged, and you complied almost a little too eagerly, swiftly lifting your hips off the counter to help him tug your shorts and panties down in one go.

He let them fall onto the ground unceremoniously, before quickly grabbing your thighs to spread your legs further apart, almost letting out a strangled moan at the sight of your already glistening folds. "So fuckin pretty." His right hand ran up your thigh in a slow caress, making you whimper out his name at his teasing touch

"Impatient?" His smirk was downright filthy, as his finger was drawing a straight line up your folds, gathering your slick at his fingertip before holding it up in the dim kitchen light for you to see. "Look at that.. he drawled, mockingly holding the glistening digit up, your cheeks growing hot in embarrassment, "all that for me? You always get this wet when a man twice your age touches you?"

You whined in utter humiliation and desperation, before weakly pleading. "Stop teasing, please." you spread your legs wider for him, in hopes of making him loose his self control "I promise I'll be good, daddy."

The cold air hitting your wet pussy was making you shiver involuntarily. His smirk turned predatory at that, his slick finger delving between your folds immediately again, making you arch your back and let out a broken whine.

"Gonna be good for daddy, yeah? If you wanna be good you should start by keeping those pretty little noises down. Gonna wake the neighbors if you don't." He smirked, adding a second finger, pumping a little faster into your clenching hole before adding. "Unless you want them to hear." He watched you with a smug grin as you struggled to keep quiet with the way his fat fingers were fucking into you, drawing embarrassingly loud squelching sounds from your pussy.

All you could do was pray that the neighbors were All you could do was pray that the neighbors were well asleep and that they didn't wake up easily, but it was really hard to care much when Jack's thick fingers felt so good spreading you open. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood, when he pressed his thumb into your clit, a broken whine you couldn't suppress leaving you.

"Feels good, huh? Bet I can make it even better." He rasped, before ducking down and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue, repeatedly flicking against the bundle of nerves. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the pleasured cry you couldn't stop from escaping, your hips jerking helplessly into his mouth, trying to meet the rough pumps of his fingers.

You were reduced to a quivering, whining mess with the way he was fucking his fingers into you while suckling on your clit simultaneously, your hands flying down to tangle in his silver hair and press his face into your dripping cunt even harder and he just let you, shamelessly moaning into your cunt. The vibration sent a jolt of heat to you, almost sending you over the edge, as his fingers found that mushy spot inside, that had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back, back arching violently as you came all over his face, white flooding your vision, muffled moans of his name falling from your kiss swollen lips.r After your cries died down and he was satisfied with the mess he made of both you and him, he came back up, lips and chin glistening with a mixture of his spit and your juices. He was looking way to smug for someone who's half face was glistening with slick, and damn if that didn't turn you on even more.

He withdrew his hand, licking his fingers clean with that same infuriating smirk, before wiping his chin with his shirt. "That's one." He teased, making quick work of his shirt, which he unceremoniously dropped onto the ground to join your discarded clothes. Your legs were shaking, voice hoarse when you spoke. "That was..fucking incredible." Jack only smiled, eyes darkening as he pulled over your top. "Damn right it was. Got some more experience than those collage boys.

They don't deserve you ma. Don't even know how to handle a pretty thing like you."

Cocky bastard.

He was right though, they didn't. Most of the boys you've been with couldn't even make you come.

His hands trailed up your sides appreciatively until reaching your tits, large hands squeezing both at the same time, making you gasp out his name.

"Got some pretty fuckin' tits, ma. Gonna let me suck on em', yeah?" You nodded breathlessly, blushing at both the nickname and at the way he was shamelessly talking about your tits.

He didn't waist any time and closed his lips around one stiff bud with a filthy groan, sucking harshly while his hand kneaded the other one. He was being real noisy with it too, not bothering to hide the slurping sounds he made and the pained groans that slipped out of him as he started palming himself through his pants. All that had you rubbing your thighs together all over again, to get at least some kind of friction, heat pooling in your stomach as your poor pussy clenched around nothing.

Jack was too busy to care, mouth now latching onto your other tit, sucking and licking on your hardened peek as he squeezed the spit-slick one with his other hand like he was on a mission to make you cum just by squeezing your chest. He pulled back with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple before dripping down.

"Mmh love those tits. Fuckin perfect." he murmured, his tone making you bite your lip subconsciously. Jack's hand was still on the buldge in his pants, stroking in a slow tantalizing rhythm while taking in your fucked out and completely disheveled appearance, the thought that he was the reason you looked like this making his cock ache even more. You were growing impatient by the second, your poor pussy begging to be filled, still clenching around air.

"Please put it in, Jack."

"Well, fuck princess, can't say no to that now, can I?" Your throat went dry at the sight of it, the sheer outline of his cock through his boxers making your insides churn. You were staring wide eyed and he noticed, cocking a brow, before pulling his shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You were convinced that everything about this man was huge now, not just his muscles, his shoulders and his toned arms, and you should ve expected it, really.

One look at him and everyone and their mom could tell that this man is packing, in more ways than one. "Quit starin' ma, turn around." His deep voice commanded, pulling you out of your haze and you complied a little too quickly, turning around with wobbly legs and bending over the kitchen counter, presenting yourself to him on a silver platter. Jack whistled lowly behind you, one of his calloused hands coming up to spread your ass cheeks, his mouth watering at the sight of your drenched folds, while his other hand started tugging his boxers down. He took himself in his hand slowly stroking, once, twice, before dragging his tip along your entrance, smearing precum, as you whined. Your body was acting pure instinct as you tried to push yourself back on him to maybe get the tip to slip inside, but clearly Jack was not having it, landing a mean slap on your ass that echoed through the quiet kitchen.

At the back of your mind you wondered if the old lady across the hall was asleep, but you were quickly brought back to reality by another slap that made you yelp. "Fuckin' impatient girl. You this needy for my cock?" He dragged his length through your folds, slicking himself with your juices. "Then take it." And with that he started slowly pushing in, inch by agonizing inch, making you moan so embarrassingly loud, it sounded downright pornographic. The man behind you just chuckled, bringing a big hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds that were escaping you.

"You wanna wake them?"

"Bet they wouldn't be too happy if they found out their little friend was fucking her attending." You just whimpered in response, the entire situation was just too fucked up to be real, but his fat cock too fucking practically splitting you in half from behind. Tears were trickling down your cheeks at the stretch, but the pain was quickly dissolving into pleasure. You started scratching his back open.

You were screwed. Disgusting. But all that didn't matter anymore when he started moving, first making you scream again. "Fuck- fuckin' tight pussy ma. You gotta relax for me, yeah?" All you could do was quietly moan against his hand, your brain completely empty because of the way he was splitting you open. And when his pace picked up and his hand fisted in your hair to pull your back into a mean arch you almost lost it. Your eyes rolled back as the wet slapping sounds of damp skin on skin combined with his soft panting and quiet grunts echoed through the kitchen, almost making you cum on the spot. "Fuck, relax baby-" he rasped, his mean pace not faltering,

"You're literally choking my dick." All you could do was stifle a whimper in response, already completely brainless from the way he was pounding into you.

His hand came down to press into your lower back, forcing your back into an even deeper arch, allowing his cock to reach your g-spot. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hole clenched around him, making him chuckle.

"Found it, huh?" he picked up the pace, fat tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, the wet sounds echoing through the kitchen as his hand reached between your thighs to press down on your clit. You were seeing stars, the combined rough thrusts of his hips and the friction on your clit having you right on the edge.

»Cum for me, doll.«

"Mama!"

You broke all three of your promises.

Fast forward through a blur of morning sickness and dizziness and a life altering realization: you were pregnant. That single, unforgettable night with your attending on your twenty-first birthday had changed everything. By the time you found out an abortion wasn't even legal, leaving you with no choice but to carry the pregnancy to term.

You didn't tell Jack about the baby.

He would never find out.

Right?..

…

a/n: second part is up!

holy shit how did this blow up

mariposayl

ALL MINE!

Jack Abbot x fem!nurse

pairing: attending!jack abbot x mom!nurse! reader pt.2

summary: after your daughter gets sick in the middle of the night you have no choice but to take her to the pitt. jack finds out that you've been hiding his daughter from him. will he forgive you and move on after your mistake?

content warnings: 18+, MDNI. angst with an happy ending, hiding of child, illness with treatment, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, inconsiderate behavior, crying, overwhelmed reader, fluff, reader thinks she's a bad mom, fainting, hospital stuff, medical talks, date night, sensitive topics, smut, p in v, jack talks you through it, dirty talk, cursing, jack being a gentlemen, birth control, protection, breeding kink, cum inside, pet names (sweetheart, dollface, baby, pretty girl..)

word count: 8.4k

a/n: read part 1 "reminder" before this! this took me forever..i also got my first two hate messages. pls just don't read my work instead of being hurtful

You were pregnant with Jack's baby.

It was already too late for an abortion leaving you with no choice but to carry the pregnancy to term. Jack was in his late forties and at the peak of his medical career and you refused to let yourself become an unwanted burden in his perfectly organized life.

You were only twenty one fresh out of nursing school and you felt like you had completely ruined your future before it even started. That was the terrifying thought that plagued your mind initially.

Yet no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't erase the memory of that intimate night with the most captivating man you had ever met. intimacy was deeply bonding but your rational mind knew those intense feelings couldn't possibly be reciprocated after just a few weeks of stolen glances and one passionate night.

It was never casual.

It was one of your flaws, you trusted too fast and you fell even faster. The day the pregnancy test turned positive you handed in your resignation quietly securing a nursing position at a completely different hospital across town to erase your tracks.

"Why?"

That was the only question Jack asked you on your final day his voice rough with a mixture of irritation and hurt. He had cornered you up on the roof the exact spot where you had first realized he was human beneath that strong attending armor.

You knew deep down that Jack was an honorable man. He would never abandon you if he knew the about it.

But you also knew about his late wife.

He was a grieving widower who had loved so deeply and you knew he would never get over her. You refused to ever be anyone's second choice a mere distraction to fill an empty void. So you chose to be selfish this one time.

"I just don't want you anymore, Jack," you lied keeping your eyes locked onto the sprawling city skyline below. You didn't dare meet his hazel eyes knowing one look into them would shatter the walls you build up made of glass.

"Fuck," Jack muttered, the rare curse slipping out as he ran a frustrated hand through his silver hair. "Did I do something wrong, doll?" You almost folded right then and there.

The vulnerable edge to his favorite endearment nearly brought you to your knees, but you clamped your jaw shut. Turning your back to him you took a step toward the exit door, ready to leave his life for good. "You deserve so much better, Jack."

And that ladies and gentlemen was the end of a love story that did not even have the chance to bloom.

Three years passed.

Hazel was two years old now a wonderful, stubborn little girl who had become the entire meaning of your life. Unfortunately, she was also a crybaby who constantly demanded your undivided attention making those first grueling months after her birth a battle of pure exhaustion.

Thank God you were still in contact with Dana.

You had always liked the charge nurse during your brief time down in the pit and you still vividly remembered the day you resigned how she had literally chased you down the hallway just to slip a sticky note with her private number into your hand. You hadn’t dared to reach out for nine long months terrified of bothering her or leaving a paper trail.

But one night when Hazel endless crying became too much to bear, you finally cracked. You called Dana in the middle of night pacing your tiny living room and pulling at your hair as you begged for advice. From that moment on Dana became your lifeline.

She helped you out countless times, invited you over for home cooked dinners and fiercely promised that she wouldn’t tell a single soul at the hospital that she was still chatting with you. Deep down a nagging gut feeling told you that Dana already knew exactly who the father was.

It was a massive, unspoken elephant in the room. For a long time, you aggressively brushed it off lying through your teeth that it was just a one night stand with a guy whose name you couldn't even remember. Dana never pressured you but she wasn't foolish. After a year of friendship as she watched you rock the toddler she casually remarked that the baby looked exactly like someone she knew letting out a knowing chuckle.

She was like the mother you never had.

You knew she was waiting for you to crack, and because you trusted her completely by then you finally let it out "It’s Jack's." you whispered. You would never forget the look on Dana's face. She didn't look shocked at all if anything she looked deeply satisfied that you finally had the balls to say it out loud.

Hearing his name leave your lips for the first time in years felt like a punch. "Are you ever gonna tell him?" the older woman asked quietly. You could still recall the way your throat tightened as hot tears threatened to spill over. Part of you desperately wanted to but your pride and your fears and the ticking clock made it feel entirely too late.

You slowly shook your head. True to her word Dana respected your boundary even if her tight expression made it very clear that she thought keeping the secret was entirely unfair to the attending.

One night while you were visiting her again the peace broke down the moment she got a call from the hospital. They were desperately short staffed and being the dedicated charge nurse she was Dana had no choice but to rush out and cover the midnight shift.

She left you alone at her house reassuring you that her family was already sound asleep. The plan was for you to get some rest but Hazel had other ideas.

The exact second the front door clicked shut the two year old completely fell apart. You had stopped breastfeeding her about two months ago and you couldn't help but wonder if this sudden meltdown was a delayed reaction to that massive change.

Desperate to quiet her down you began pacing the living room floor rocking her little body in your arms offering her a bottle of milk and softly humming her favorite song. Nothing worked. Your chest tightened with panic, aware that you were standing in the middle of someone else's dark house while a toddler screamed at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly, the hallway lights flicked on. You whipped around to see Dana's husband Benji shuffling down the stairs in his pjamas his sleep mask pushed up onto his forehead. Mortification washed over you making you feel incredibly bad and so embarrassed. "I am so, so sorry, Benji," you rushed out, your hands shaking as you tried to muffle Hazel’s cries against your shoulder.

"She just won't settle. I think it's best if we head out in a few minutes so we don't disturb anyone else." Benji offered a warm, tired wave, trying to soothe your anxiety. "You don't have to leave, kid. Here, let me help and we can try to do something to calm her down."

You knew better. The house was small and Hazel’s high pitched wails were waking up the rest of the kids. That was the last thing you wanted to do. Reeling from the guilt you quickly grabbed your things and shook your head. "Thank you for having me, really," you managed to say over the noise pulling the screaming toddler tightly into your chest before almost stumbling out the front door.

"Anytime, Y/N."

You hurried down the apartment stairs in a rushed motion, praying the neighbors wouldn't wake up at twelve o'clock at night. You were so profoundly exhausted. Initially you had come over because Dana had graciously offered to babysit Hazel for the next two days during her scheduled time off.

But you knew how the hospital worked when staff shortages hit the pit, duty called, and Dana always answered. Standing out in the dark parking lot you pulled up your phone and requested an Uber. Hazel was still crying hysterically, her tiny hands pressing flat against your face physically pushing you away in her distress.

"Hazel, please," you whispered, your voice cracking.

Your energy was completely drained, a heavy, familiar dizziness washing over your vision. You could feel your blood pressure bottoming out a direct consequence of neglecting your own meals for the past few days. You felt like you were about to collapse right there on the asphalt. But as you readjusted her weight your hand brushed against her face and you gasped. Her skin felt like pure fire.

You quickly pressed the back of your hand to her forehead, your heart dropping into a cold pit of terror. A fever and it was dangerously high. How on earth had you not noticed it sooner?

Adrenaline instantly overrode your dizziness. You checked her breathing immediately letting out a sharp sigh of relief when you confirmed it was steady though shallow. Next, you needed to make sure she was fully responsive. "Hazel, look at me. Come on baby girl open your eyes for Mommy," you pleaded.

Her eyelashes fluttered and she slowly opened her glassy eyes. "Mommy.. 'm cold," she whimpered her tiny voice trembling.

"I know, baby, I've got you," you murmured holding her close to provide comfort. The headlights of the Uber finally pulled into the lot and you moved quickly toward the car.

Once inside you made her feel as comfortable as possible while trying to help her body regulate its temperature. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror startled by the situation. "Where to?"

"The nearest hospital, please", you replied your voice cracking under your breath.

The car surged forward into the night as the driver accelerated. As the car sped through the streets of Pittsburgh you kept a close eye on your girl monitoring her breathing and responsiveness. She let out a small whimper and your heart ached seeing her in such distress. You pulled out your phone and dialed Dana's number needing to reach someone who understood the medical urgency.

Her fever spiked and you knew it wasn't normal.

The line clicked open and Dana's voice filled the car. "What happened?" she asked instantly her tone sharp. She knew you wouldn't call during her shift unless it was critical.

"Irregular fever," you reported your nurse training instantly taking over as you forced your voice into an objective tone. "Breathing is shallow, tachypneic, and she is showing severe lethargy with minimal responsiveness. I've already down dressed her to a single layer to assist with cooling and conducted a full body check for any petechiae or purpura. She’s completely unyielding to antipyretic measures and I need a baseline stat."

On the other end of the line Dana's voice cut through your hectical breakdown. "Take a breath, Y/N. You did everything exactly right. Tell me you are on your way to this ED."

"Yes," you whispered aggressively swallowing the heavy lump of terror rising in your throat. "We're minutes away."

"I'll be waiting for you right at the triage entrance. Just get here," Dana said firmly.

"Thank you so much," you breathed disconnecting the call.

You shoved the phone into the pocket of your sweatpants and immediately turned your focus back to the bundle in your arms. "Hazel? Hazel, sweetie, look at Mommy." She only blinked once, her glazed eyes staring blankly through you without a single sound. Your stomach did a violent flip.

As a professional you knew exactly what this clinical picture pointed toward..severe systemic infection, meningitis, or early stage sepsis.

No.

Your own body was starting to give out the low blood pressure making the edges of your vision blur but you bit your bottom lip hard enough to taste the sharp metallic tang of blood. You forced yourself back into the zone. You were strong. You had to be. The Uber pulled up hard against the curb of the ER ambulance bay.

You bolted out of the car sprinting through the automatic doors. True to her word Dana was standing right there alongside Josephine, the on duty pediatric attending. Dana didn't waste a single second. She stepped into your space and took Hazel's burning form from your arms. "We've got her. Let's get her straight to the examination table in room four," Dana commanded, moving with practiced urgency.

You stumbled along behind them into the treatment room, your knees shaking. "I need a trauma attending in here now!" Josephine shouted down the hallway as they laid Hazel out on the sterile white sheets. Before you could process the demand a familiar shadow fell over the doorway. You sucked in a painful breath as Jack Abbott came into the room.

Time had apparently stood completely still for him. He hadn't aged a single day, looking exactly like the striking, commanding man who had haunted your memory for three years. Of all the nights and all the hospitals it had to be his floor. You saw the exact minute his posture locked up. His sharp eyes slammed into yours a flash of shock piercing through his professional veneer.

His intense gaze snapped directly down to the tiny girl on the table, his doctor instincts overriding everything else. "Alright, what do you have on her?" Jack asked rapidly grabbing his stethoscope and leaning low over Hazel to check her breath sounds.

"I don't have numbers, but I assessed her by hand in the car," you spoken up and your voice was remarkably steady despite your fast heart rate. "She has a refractory fever, skin is burning to the touch but her extremities are freezing and severely mottled. She is completely obtunded barely responsive and whimpering. Central pulse is weak and thready..and her peripheral capillary refill is easily over four seconds."

Jack’s eyes flicked to you for a fraction of a second registering the medical report. "Noted. Dana, get her out of the room."

Your eyes widened in pure panic. "No!" you shouted, instinctively lunging forward to grab Hazel's small hand. "No, let me stay!"

"Come on, hun. You gotta trust them right now," Dana mumbled quickly her strong grip wrapping around your upper arm and firmly dragging you away from the bedside.

Josephine pulled the privacy curtain shut with a sharp, metallic screech, cutting off your view of Jack as he began barking out orders for an IV line and fluids. Dana pulled you out into the corridor, your fingers tangling in your hair as you fought against her hold. "I need to see her, Dana. I need to be in there!"

"She is in the safest hands in this entire building," Dana insisted holding you by the shoulders and forcing you to look at her. "You know that. And your intake report was good, they know exactly what they're fighting because of you. They are going to help her. Let them work."

You swallowed hard, the fight draining from your limbs as you slowly nodded. You stepped back against the corridor wall, letting Dana pass by to enter the fray, leaving you alone in the hallway with the muffled sounds of Jack's voice fighting to save your daughter.

I failed Hazel.

I failed Jack.

I failed my Dad.

It was a never ending cycle and it was caused by me. I felt a wave of shame overcome me again, recalling all of the moments in my life where I made decisions that ruined myself of someone else. It was a pattern and I could recognize that I was the issue.

You slumped against the cold corridor wall right across from the room tucked just behind the main reception desk. Sliding down you began counting the agonizing minutes, finding yourself praying for only the second time in your entire life. Despite everything you trusted Jack. In your eyes, he was the absolute best doctor in this hospital which was exactly why you had disliked him so intensely three years ago.

It used to annoy the hell out of you how effortlessly brilliant he was at his job, and your mind drifted back to all those high stakes nights down in the pit when you had witnessed him save patients from the brink. Closing your tired eyes you focused entirely on your ragged breathing fighting a losing battle against the heavy dizziness trying to drag you down to the floor.

A new wave of panic set in as you thought about the aftermath of tonight. Would he figure it out? If he did, how much would he absolutely resent you for keeping his daughter a secret? Would a powerful man like Abbott try to take her away from you? You wouldn't be able to survive a single month without her. She was your entire world your only lifeline.

Forcing your eyes open through the exhaustion, you saw the privacy curtain push back. Jack was heading right in your direction. He was barely three meters away when you lunged forward, closing the distance instantly and grabbing his forearms. "How is she? Is she okay?" you gasped, your eyes wide with desperate terror.

He was visibly taken aback by the sudden impact of your grip, but his medical composure locked right back into place. He looked down at you, his deep voice carrying the reassuring Abbott authority. "It's pneumonia. But she's stable now. We've got her on a heavy course of IV antibiotics, and her oxygen saturation is finally climbing back to where it needs to be. She's going to sleep for the next few hours, but she is out of the woods. You made a good call by down dressing her and bringing her straight to me. You saved her tonight."

A tear slipped down your cheek as a massive stone suddenly dropped from your heavy heart, a breathless, involuntary smile crossing your lips. "Thank you, Jack," you whispered.

And just like that the fragile thread holding you together snapped. The adrenaline that had fueled your sprinting your waiting and your terror vanished in an instant. Like a physical slap to the face all the strength left your body. The entire world spun violently out of control as your knees buckled giving in to the absolute exhaustion. As the darkness rushed in you felt a pair of strong hands catch you protecting your head from the hard linoleum floor.

You forced your heavy legs to move walking toward the elevator as a suffocating wave of anxiety crept up your spine. It was time to face the devastating consequences of your actions. You started nervously humming under your breath desperately trying to map out a way to start the conversation but your mind went completely blank.

Loss of words.

The loud chime of the elevator doors opening suddenly rattled you and you slowly stepped out onto the rooftop. He was already up there. Jack was standing with his back to you leaning his broad forearms heavily on the railing as he stared out into the dark.

You let out a quiet cough to make your presence known stepping forward to stand next to him but you deliberately kept an insane amount of distance between you enough space for about four people to stand between your frames. He didn’t talk. Silence stretched on and the irony of it cut you to the bone.

"I don’t like the silent treatment," you had murmured to him that night wrapped up in his sheets while cuddling in bed.

It was the moment you had bared your soul and told him about the trauma of your father. It had been the most vulnerable and intimate moment you had ever shared with another human being. Jack remembered that rule and you knew his absolute silence right now was a deliberate choice. He had every single right to ignore you.

"I understand you," you started your voice small against the nighttime wind.

He didn’t answer right away. He let a minute pass. A whole agonizing minute of dumb silence before his voice finally cut through the dark. "I don’t understand you."

You instantly looked down at the street below too thoroughly ashamed to look at his face. "I had my reasons, Abbott."

"It’s Abbott now?" he questioned.

"I don’t deserve to call you by your name."

"You’re the mother of my child..." he muttered his voice thick with an emotion you had never heard from him before.

"I'm sorry," you apologized softly.

You knew the words were empty. You knew they didn’t help heal the void you had caused.

"You stole three years," Jack said his jaw clenching as he finally turned his head to look directly at your profile. "I missed your entire pregnancy. I missed her birth, her very first steps and the first time she ever called out for a parent. Why?"

"I was twenty one, Jack!" you turned to him, the words exploding from your chest as the tears finally spilled over. "You were at the high of your medical career. I couldn't just trap you like that."

Jack let out a hollow laugh that lacked any real mirth. "You were being selfish, Y/N. Don’t start wrapping it up in an excuse about protecting me-"

"I was scared, not selfish!" you interrupted him whipping your head around to meet his intense gaze. You paused, your chest heaving as you swallowed down an ugly sob before continuing. "I grew up without my mother, Jack. I didn't know shit about parenting. And you..you meant so much to me. Too much. Do you have any idea what people would have said about a twenty one year old nurse getting pregnant by the top attending? They would have called me a gold digger. A baby trapping bitch."

"And running away was the solution?" Jack snapped stepping across the distance between you his eyes mirroring pain. "You couldn't have at least talked to me?"

"I was terrified of how you’d react," you cried out, your voice cracking as the wind whipped across the roof.

"That's a cop-out, Y/N," Jack cut you off, his tone sharp and raw. "I spent four months completely unraveled over you. I was falling for you, and you damn well knew it."

"Is that why you fucked me with your wedding ring on?"

Shit.

The words tore out of you before your brain could stop them. You didn't mean to weaponize his grief but it was your toxic reflex the moment you felt backed into a corner you lashed out to draw blood.

A cold spike of panic hit your chest. You needed to watch your mouth he had the money, the status and the legal leverage to destroy you in a custody battle if he wanted to. "I'm sorry," you whispered instantly, looking away.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"But you meant it," Jack countered. "It's what hurt you the most. Stop lying to me, Y/N. At the very least you owe me honesty tonight."

A wave of intense guilt washed over you making you feel physically sick. He was an honorable man and the fact that you were calculating legal threats proved how warped your own thinking was.

He wasn't malicious.

He was just devastated. Turning your back to him you let the hot tears spill over your cheeks. Your legs gave out completely, and you dropped into a tight squat on the concrete burying your face in your hands as ugly sobs finally broke free.

Why couldn't you have been whole when you met him?

You had needed a man like him your entire life but your own baggage had ruined it. "I didn't deserve a man like you, Jack," you choked out, your shoulders shaking violently.

"How was I supposed to build a family with you when I didn't even know how to survive myself?" Through the blur of your fingers, you saw his leather boots step into your space.

Jack stood over you for a tense second before he bent his knees to drop down to your level.

You caught the faint grunt that escaped his throat a quiet reminder of the old injury from his military days. "Get up off the floor, Y/N. I can't stand seeing you look defeated," he said softly. He gave up on his knees sliding his back down against the cold railing until he was sitting flat on the concrete right beside you. "I don't know how to fix this," you whispered pulling your hands away from your wet face.

Jack didn't hesitate. He reached across the small gap between you his large and warm hand settling on your trembling forearm. He didn't pull you closer but his thumb began to trace slow, grounding circles against your skin.

"We'll figure it out..doll."

Doll.

"How?" you whispered finally forcing yourself to look up and meet his Hazel eyes completely lost and terrified of what the future held. Jack didn't hesitate. He looked right back at you his gaze certain. "Date me."

"What?!" The word burst out of you as you abruptly whipped your head toward him your heart doing a violent chaotic flip in your chest. "I want to treat you better this time," he said his deep voice thick with a reassurance that shook you to your core.

"I want to take care of you. And I want to take care of our girl. Let me do this, Y/N." The sheer weight of his words shattered the last of your defenses.

Before your brain could even process the confession your body moved on its own. You lunged throwing your arms tightly around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. You clung to him your hands gripping his blue scrubs as heavy sobs broke free once again but this time the tears felt different.

He won’t leave me.

He won’t leave me like Dad did.

It had been two months

Months in which absolutely everything had changed.

Despite your refusal to take a single dime of his money Jack had completely bypassed your pride by setting up monthly payments to your card, stubbornly insisting it was for Hazel. The sheer amount of money was far too much to just be for a little girl leaving no doubt in your mind about what he was really doing. Trusting him with Hazel for the weekends worked out well enough for the first month until your daughter decided she was done playing along with the split custody routine.

Whenever she was home with you, she spent the night crying out for "Papa!" and the moment she was dropped off at her dad's, she would weep inconsolably for "Mama!"

After several midnight phone calls spent laughing tiredly over the little one's stubbornness Jack decided to take matters into his own hands and asked you to move into his place. You initially refused but the second he dropped his weapon reminding you that it was entirely for Hazel's well being you found yourself utterly incapable of saying no.

Hazel absolutely adored Jack.

You found yourself smiling more than ever just watching the two of them interact.

He was so careful with her and even though she had been a bit passive and cautious around him at first she adjusted quickly and let him into her heart. Her behavior kinda reminded you of someone else you knew all too well.

Thinking about how much your relationship with Jack had evolved brought a soft smile to your lips.

Toward the end of that second month he asked you out on an official date. You said yes trusting Dana to look after Hazel for the evening. She happily accepted the babysitting duty and the two of you finally went out. It was an enjoyable night after such a long time and for the first time in years you felt like yourself again.

He was the ultimate gentleman.

He took care of your every need, paid for dinner, made you laugh effortlessly and never once talked down to you. He was the rare exception to every rule you had about men and you deeply appreciated the fact that you had him in your life. Jack knew exactly how much it meant to you, too. Though you were incredibly shy at first you let your guard down and opened up reminding him of the fiercely loyal heart hidden beneath your defensive exterior.

And after what felt like an absolute eternity you had a night of genuine calmness. You hadn't prioritized your own needs and wants for a very long time and the emotional release was overwhelming in the best way possible. Jack made sure to give you a special night. One defined by his attentiveness and respect for your boundaries. He made you feel valued and cherished helping you finally let go of the stress you had been carrying.

…

"How long’s it been since someone touched you like this?" He murmured running a fingernail over and then pinching gently at either sensitive nipple through the fabric just to feel the way you jerked against him.

"T-too long." You managed between a sucking gasp hands gripping the edge of the counter so tight that your knuckles ached with the effort.

His hands slipped lower, groping shamelessly at your ass your thighs at the slip of plump fat peeking out below your modest skirt.

"C’mon, spread ‘em for me." He prompted toeing at the inside of your bare ankle.

On wobbling legs you shimmied your feet apart and simultaneously a big hand came to rest on your lower back rubbing soothingly up the line of your spine before he pressed down at the crux.

"Arch it now, c‘mon, you still remember how don’tcha doll?"

Swallowing hard you leaned forward, following the pressure of his palm until your chest hit the countertop and your hips lifted into a sinful arch. The sensation was palpable the marble smooth and cool against your skin through your blouse, tickling where his fingers had pinched your nipples to sensitive little peaks.

With a pleased sound his hand shifted slipping down to instead tug at the hemline of your skirt hiked a little higher now thanks to your vulnerable position. He slid the fabric up slowly revealing more and more of your silky skin, the air pebbling it to goosebumps before finally he hit the curve of your ass, and he paused.

"Well well, what do we have here?"

A snort sounded from behind you, and you buried your head in the crook of your arms with the realisation of what he was surely seeing. "Oh my god", you whined frantically, shaking your head, face beginning to heat, "just hurry up and take them off!"

Instead of doing as you asked he looped a thick finger beneath the tie of your cheetah print bikini bottoms and tugged back far enough that when he released it the elastic snapped against the skin of your hip. You jerked forward at the nip of pain, frowning backward at him from over the curve of your shoulder.

"Nah, need a good look at these first", he chuckled, flourishing the taunt with a low whistle that had your blood pumping ever hotter. "Scandalous, sweetheart. You wear these to the local pool?"

"Of course not!" You exclaimed furiously stuttering a little as he began to grope greedy handfuls of your bare ass, "can you-hn!-imagine what the other moms would say?"

"Mhm, oh yeah", he purred, admiring the way the patterned material bunched beneath his grasp, "can just hear the jealous women now."

He ran a thumb ever so softly down the centre of your cheeks, tracing where the fabric dipped into what had become a rather cheeky g string. The bikini had fit modesty four years ago though those years were long behind you now body filled out and softened now with the passage of time and the demands of motherhood.

"Y’know they talk big, talk mean, because deep down they’re jealous."

"Jealous?" You mouthed peeking over your shoulder with lifted brows.

He tugged one looped tie of the waistband free, drinking in the sight of your newly bare skin as the fabric slid down with half lidded and hungry eyes.

"Mhm, ‘cause you’re the most gorgeous woman in the whole damn town", he hummed, "and what do you think they’re gonna say when they find out what we’re doing right now, huh?"

He finally worked the last knot of the bikini bottoms loose letting the sinful cheetah print slide down your thighs and land in a crumpled heap at your feet beside your apron. You buried your face into the countertop, breaths coming heavy now with the cool air kissing your now utterly bare lower half.

His fingers replaced the delicate brush of his thumb and slipped down between your spread legs, teasing over your bare slit.

You choked out an incoherent plea, for what exactly you weren’t sure, though any thought slipped away entirely when his fingertips found your clit and you all but collapsed into the bench at the contact, soft belly and forehead pressed hard against the marble.

"Oh, Jack.." you groaned into the countertop, lips grazing the cool surface, humid now with your panting breath.

You were suddenly thankful that he hadn't turned you over, hadn't guided you into the bedroom with peppered kisses and plush sheets. You didn’t need gentle right now. Didn’t need soft sweet missionary while holding hands you needed the bite of teeth and the graze of nails, calloused hands gripping tight until you bruised. You needed hard and rough and wrong, and thankfully Jack Abbot was all of those things.

"Fuck me." He growled fingers beginning to rub tight little circles into you, "leaving you all alone ‘n empty all the time its just not right."

You couldn’t answer mind utterly empty aside from the feeling of his rough fingers grazing over your long neglected clit, the way you could feel yourself flutter when he dipped inside just an inch to slick his fingers with you before he was smearing it back over your twitching nub.

"‘S’okay, I’m here now, isn’t that right sweetheart?"

With his spare hand he tugged one of your legs up until you got the hint and lowered your knee to the countertop. His thumb hooked beneath your leg, pressing down to spread you ever wider.

He whistled, gazing greedily down at the sight of you spread so easily below him. Eyes drinking in the stretch marks striping over your waist, scars silvery in the cool light, the spattering of little dimples worn into the fat of your thighs and your ass. His other hand continued to work dutifully between your thighs, each rub beginning to sound sticky with the effort.

"Look at you, look so perfect like this", He lifted a thumb, pressing the digit to your puckered rim.

You moaned something unintelligible, rocking back onto his hand forcing his fingers to slip up through your folds now painted in the sticky mess of your arousal. He chuckled behind you, watching the way you were all but grinding yourself on his fingers. With a suddenness that made you whine he tugged his hand free, and the delicious pleasure of his touch was gone along with the simmering heat creeping to a boil in your belly.

"Don’t have any condoms, sweetheart", he murmured regretfully like he had the sudden intention to stop.

"Doesn’t matter, promise I'm on birth control", you pleaded wiggling your hips like you could glean just a lick of friction from the motion, though the only thing it earned you was the mild slide of the countertop beneath, "please Jack..need to feel you all of you."

Jack groaned behind you, and a hand came to rest over your ass, pinching lightly before he applied a light slap just to watch the motion ripple over your plump skin.

“Fuck, doll,” Jack breathed, "you’re making it real hard for me t’ make good choices right now."

Then came the metallic hum of a zipper being tugged slowly downward. If nothing else the sound was a trigger stoking the pulsing throb between your thighs so incessant now that it was beginning to ache.

Before you could offer any further words of encouragement you felt it, a thick heat pressed against your rear Jack, slotting his hips against yours. With a thrilled little zip of adrenaline you realized he wasn’t going to bother with working you open slowly, he wasn't going to sweetly and tenderly stretch you with each of his fingers like a real lover might. What you felt now slipping through your slick folds was him, all of him plain and raw.

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart", he murmured breath hot against your skin.

You could barely hear the words for the sound of your own pulse hammering in your ears. Acquiescing, you parted your lips and sucked in a long lungful of air. Jack waited until he heard your breath begin to fray at the edges air drawn into the very corners of your lungs before he nudged forward and knocked it clean out of you.

You choked on the next breath, struck by a searing sting as he pushed inside. Inch after inch after thick inch stretched you wider than you’d been in years. It was stunning the culmination of sensation the solid press of his broad form against your back, the weight of him sinking inside. Hot and tight and utterly consuming a rise of feelings you'd long since forgotten.

"Oh my God.." you whined the sound pitched high and breathy squirming against the marble though his presence left very little space to move.

"God took me away from you. Made us spend three years apart. It's not God making you feel this way, it's me. Focus on me."

"Jack!"

"Sh, that’s it, just a little more", he shushed, though there was nothing soothing about the harsh press of his hips, "Shhh..nearly there, just let me.."

And with a final firm nudge, you were full.

"There you go, mmm-..that’s it sweetheart, good girl."

To his credit, he allowed you a few moments grace just to acclimatize. You could feel him, every inch. Every pulsing vein decorating that thick shaft, every indulgent curve, the sticky head kissing so deep that a delicious little ache was beginning to bloom alongside the desirous pit of heat in your gut.

"There you go", he soothed, "just relax for me."

You barely had the wherewithal to comprehend the cocktail of sensations before he was moving, rocking his hips in tight shallow little thrusts against your rear, kept nice and deep.

"Hm! Mhm! Hah.. ah!.." the sounds slipped free without thought without care knocked loose by each new buck of his hips.

"Fuck sweetheart, can see why we got a whole kid" Jack grunted, hand clenched into a fist over your skirt, scrunched into a bundle at your waist, "No wonder I didn't wanna pull outta this perfect fuckin’ pussy."

Your brain might have forgotten what it felt like to be fucked properly but your body certainly hadn’t. Despite the lack of prep and despite the years you'd been left empty and neglected your slick walls still sucked him in easily, pussy stretched and clenching desperately around his length like it was made just to take him.

"..There Jack, ha..right there!” You cried jostling limply back and forth with the force it.

Your bare toes curled where they were splayed limply to the side, slipper long since knocked free, abandoned along some stretch of tile. The other was beginning to come loose, slipping from your dangling foot with each thrust as you found yourself pushed further and further along the countertop.

"Right here?" He teased, hips angled until he hit a spot so tender that your eyes rolled into your skull and your lashes fluttered, "Yeah, feels good, huh pretty girl?"

pretty girl..

You whined with a limp nod slack jawed. The skin of your cheek slid over the smooth countertop, jammed forward with each firm thrust the marble slick and wet with your pooling spit.

"Oh, you like that do you?“

His steady movements slowed to a torturous roll. Long aching thrusts pulled out until just the tip remained, before he slid back inside so deep that your legs were sent into a pleasured wobble.

“Wanna be a mom again, ‘s that it? C’mon then pretty girl, show me just how bad you want it."

You barely had the wherewithal to answer, certainly not enough to tell him that it wouldn't happen again. So instead you simply ignored the trembling of your legs and pushed backward, hips rolling to meet each of his firm thrusts.

For maybe the first time since you'd met the man, you watched Jack stutter. For a few long moments he did nothing but watch you fuck yourself open on him through low lidded eyes using him shamelessly as he stood slack jawed, utterly lost in the rhythmic vision of himself disappearing inside only to slip back out glossy and coated with you.

It was only when you whined that he was tugged back to reality his hand coming to grope at the fat of your ass slamming you back down on his cock again and again until you squealed.

"Shit, that’s it..knew you had it in you.." He was panting now words beginning to slur a little at the edges as he lost himself in your silky heat.

You nodded your head mindlessly squeaking out a sharp noise of surprise when his palm came down to slap the swell of your ass hard. The sizzle of pain dipped lower instantly dribbling into the pool of heat bubbling in your lower stomach.

You felt yourself clench with the residual sting of his handprint and he groaned leaning forward to drape his abdomen over the curve of your spine. You felt him nose at your nape nipping lightly before his lips pressed flat and he began to suck a bruise into the fevered skin there. You writhed smacking limply at the countertop either side of your head fingers curled and nails scratching mindlessly into the glossy marble.

"Missed you, baby."

He spoke the words into your skin like a promise and you could feel his nose nudging at your nape at the little hair curling there wet with sweat. His thrusts had softened somewhat turned wide and sloppy at the edges as he instead ground himself into you. You simply squirmed against the weight of him, clenching and twitching helplessly around his cock.

"Ah- ah! Hah! ha- ah!" You panted sweet little sizzles of pleasure zipping down your spine each time he rocked your forward and the motion forced your clit against the counter rubbing in a slick glide over the marble sticky where your collective arousal was beginning to pool.

"Gonna give it t’ me aren’t you?" He pleaded, clearly just as gone as you were, "gonna let me cum inside, huh? Gonna gimme another baby?"

Another?

You didn't have time to question him, didn't have time to think about anything at all, not with the way your belly was burning a hot sizzling ache set to spill over with just one more thrust, just one more..

"Shit!" He cursed, and your own eyes rolled skyward.

With a final particularly vicious buck your vision went white as a snowbank and suddenly you were cumming, hard. Harder than you think you’d cum in years.

You felt his forehead hit the space between your shoulder blades as he collapsed muttered out a string of curses and low groans as he rutted himself into you hips stuttering in a wild hump. You could feel him pulsing deep inside throbbing in hard little kicks against your clenching walls as he filled you.

A week later.

"I want Daddy!" Hazel whined from her car seat aggressively kicking the back of your chair.

You let out a heavy sigh rubbing the bridge of your nose as you steered through the city traffic. "Keep your shirt on, kid. We're almost there." You seriously couldn't compete with him anymore. You had spent the last two hours trying to build the ultimate living room fort but Hazel had completely checked out relentlessly demanding to go see her father.

It was unreal..the second Jack Abbott entered her life she became a total attention hog.

Throwing your hands up in defeat, you finally barked, "Fine, you win!" You quickly threw his favorite homemade meal into a plastic container packed a few snacks and threw the whole thing into your bag before hauling her out to the car.

Hazel was currently having the time of her life in the back kicking her legs and singing completely out of tune totally smug about getting her way.

Hazel, you little shit.

You mentally noted that you desperately needed to work on your boundary setting..but after the incredible night you and Jack had shared the week before you were floating on enough good energy to last you the rest of the month.

Stepping into the Emergency Department, the sharp click of the automatic doors welcomed you back into the organized chaos of the pit. Dana and Robby caught your eye from behind the central desk throwing you a brief wave. You marched over shifting Hazel's squirming weight onto your left hip.

"She was staging a full blown mutiny at home," you told them rolling your shoulders as Hazel practically tried to launch herself out of your arms to scan the busy floor.

"Smart girl wants to see her dad", Robby muttered.

Before Dana could even poke fun at your parenting struggles a low voice rumbled from the corridor behind you. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence."

A genuine smile broke across your face as you turned to see Jack walking toward you. Hazel let out an absolute screech of pure joy, yelling, "Papa!" while reaching her chubby arms out.

Jack stepped right into your space scooped her up like she weighed nothing, and gave her a dramatic spin in the air that had her dissolving into giggles. "There’s my little troublemaker," Jack chuckled, tucking her securely against his chest before his sharp eyes flicked down to meet yours.

You gave him a playful look. "You look exhausted. Have you eaten?"

A tired but incredibly warm spark lit up his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. "I haven't had a single bite since noon. I'm running on pure caffeine right now."

You reached into your bag and pulled out the box shaking it triumphantly in front of his face. "Lucky for you, I took pity on you." Jack's expression softened and a look of absolute appreciation taking over his handsome features as he stepped even closer.

"You're the real lifesaver," he murmured.

Leaning down he pressed a lingering kiss against your cheek his afternoon shadow scratching softly against your skin. "Alright, take the family reunion to the breakroom before the rest of the staff starts dropping their clipboards," Robby cut in a knowing smirk on his smug face as he gestured toward a couple of nurses who were very obviously pretending to study their monitors while staring at the three of you.

Jack let out a soft laugh his large hand settling firmly against the small of your back guiding you away from the chaotic main desk. He looked down at you his voice dropping into that familiar, quiet register meant just for you. "Come eat with me, doll."

You leaned into his side your heart completely full as you walked down the hallway. "Fine, but it's definitely past your bedtime. This is more of a midnight snack."

…

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Hiii lovely!! Could you maybe write something for Jack or Frank Castle? Id love love love maybe like the older boyfriend or dbf, with him being maybe a little protective over reader. Maybe some angst or hurt/comfort or both? If thats your cup of tea ofc 💕 if not its totally fine too, either way thank youuuu!!

banoffee cupcakes

older!bf!jackabbot x younger!gf!reader

a/n: hii!!! tysm for this request<3 you're so sweet! i may have freeballed a little bit but i hope you enjoy :)

Today was going great. You had woken to jack pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he attached his prosthesis to get up and ready for the day. Since he had a rare day shift today, your usual long mornings were unfortunately cut short.

He was off to work with a kiss at the front door, a warm coffee in his thermos, and his oversized backpack. You put on some music and decided to flick through some recipes you had tabbed to make.

That afternoon was spent singing (screaming) songs as you worked on your banoffee cupcakes. You ultimately landed on that recipe as, if it was up to Jack, he'd have an IV drip of straight coffee on him at all times.

You put them in a cute box and decided to take the short walk to the PTMC. The staff there were so nice to you! It could be because you supply them with delicious sweet pastries at least twice a week but, its fine!

As you strolled down the sidewalk, the hem of your skirt swished against your thighs. You cross the road, looking left and right twice which Jack had practically drilled into you at this point.

As you are walking, you hear a whistle behind you, instinctively you turn around. You're met with a guy; maybe thirtyish? His eyes roam over your body with quite possibly, the cockiest smirk you've ever seen. He has this dark hood that cast a shadow over half his face.

"What's a sweet thing like you doing walking around by herself?" he slurs, hammered, without a doubt.

You swallow deeply, awkwardly starting to turn to continue walking. You only got a couple steps forward before his gruff voiced reached you again.

"Hey, what you got in that box, pretty?"

"Oh, uhm, cupcakes." you stutter out nervously. You probably should have walked away when he first spoke but now it seemed quite rude to just turn and leave.

You turn your head to look across the road, to the PTMC just up the road. "I-I sort of have somewhere to be.." you say quietly, hoping he'd dismiss you or simply leave you alone.

Your feet feel cemented to the ground as he stalks over, his hand makes his way to your wrist. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as your eyes dart down to his hand.

Then, you feel it. The force of his hand pulling you closer, tighter. The panic kicks in. You yank your arm back but he is stronger. Your breath hitches in your throat.

You eyes scan the surrounding areas of the street, hardly any pedestrians, just cars driving by way too quickly to even notice anything.

Before you can even react, his hand snakes up to your hair, gathered into an angry fistful. A pained groan leaves your lips as your hands fly to your head.

You push back to free yourself from his grip, and it works. What you didn't calculate was the fall. You're body turns under his pressure and your face is met with cold, hard pavement.

You roll yourself onto your back and a struggled groan leaves your lips, a weary hand lifting to your head. "Oh gosh, O-Ow." you wince.

When it returns, dripping in wet, deep crimson, you cringe.

The cupcake box is long forgotten as you make your best attempt of getting up. You're head throbs as you stand to your full height. Relief floods you when you realise jack is right across the road.

After crossing the road, and receiving a very concerned look from a passerby, you make it to the front doors of the ER. You walk through the waiting room and join the line for reception, trying to stop the blood from hitting the floor.

As you're waiting there, you can hear Jacks voice in your head telling you that if anything ever happened to you, to go in through the ambulance bay. You understood why he told you this, but it felt unfair. Yeah, your nose and head were killing you right now but one quick scan across the waiting room and suddenly, you didn't feel so bad about your own injuries.

You're pulled out of your thoughts at the call of your name. You lift your gaze and see a very concerned looking Dana.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" she asks, quickly grabbing some gauze to hold to your head.

"Oh, uhm, well I fell, kind of, there was a guy uhm yeah..." you stutter out, not really knowing how to explain it right now.

Dana quickly guides you through the double doors and past the waiting room, barely making it inside before Jack spots you. His face pales instantly. He abandons whatever conversation he was in the middle of and rushes over, his expression shifting from confusion to sheer panic.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” he asks, his voice rough with concern as he gently cups your face in his hands, his eyes scanning every inch of you: the dried blood on your forehead and nose, the way you’re trembling. His thumbs brush lightly over your cheeks, as if reassuring himself that you’re actually here.

His gaze flicks to Dana, who's still holding the gauze to your forehead. "Hm? Talk to me." he says, turning his attention back to you and taking over with the gauze.

"I...I fell." you admit, as he shines a light in my eye briefly.

"Dana, I need a room, now." Jack says, without removing his gaze from you.

Dana guides you over to a vacant room, and Jack is right at your side. The fluorescent lights of the ER feel too bright, too harsh.

As you’re led into a small examination room, Jack finally breaks the silence. “I need to know what happened,” he says, his voice raw. “Not just the fall. Everything.”

He pulls up a chair to the bedside and his knees press against yours.

You take a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you start to explain. “I was walking here to drop off the cupcakes. There was this guy-he was drunk, I think. He started talking to me, and when I tried to walk away, he grabbed me. I...I fell when I tried to get away from him. Landed face down on the concrete."

You can't meet his gaze after you speak, but you can feel his energy shift and his jaw clenches.

Jack exhales through his nose before speaking. "Did he hurt you anywhere else? Anything you're leaving out?" he asks.

You shake your head in response, to which you immediately regret as the movements make your head throb.

He checks your nose, the cut on the forehead, orders, what feels like, every scan possible. And now that he has confirmation, there are no broken bones or a concussion, he feels a small amount of weight lift off his shoulders.

He's sat on his chair next to your bed, where you're all bandaged up and feeling a bit better. His thumb strokes over your hand in a soothing motion.

"They were your favorite, y'know?" you smile softly, in hopes to lift the mood.

"What?" he asks, with a confused and intrigued look.

"Banoffee cupcakes, vanilla frosting and everything."

He studies your face for a long moment, before his expression softens and a hesitant smile tugs at his lips. "Yeah? Is that right?"

You nod, and smile at his more relaxed expression.

"You're incredible, you know that...and you're also my girl, so next time I tell you to go through the ambulance bay, you do it. And i also hope to god, that there won't be a next time."

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₊⊹ THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT !

PAIRING: Jack Abbot x Fem!Robinavitch!Reader.

SUMMARY: When the unimaginable happens and you are attacked in the comfort of your own home, you are wheeled into the Pitt where Jack loses all sense of professionalism when he sees the state that you are in. In the chaos, the secret of your relationship unravels, and Robby makes a tense situation worse on everyone including himself with his reaction.

NOTES: Mentions of an armed break-in (stabbing), mentions of physical violence, descriptions of physical injuries and blood, surgical procedures, canon-typical medical settings, family conflict (Robby is stressed and therefore mean), secret relationship.

REQUESTED BY: @mysticrisingroses

NAVIGATION | PITT MASTERLIST | KO-FI

The heavy, metallic tang of disinfectant and cold morning air had a way of clinging to the back of your throat during the twilight hours of a hospital shift, but Jack Abbot had long since stopped noticing it.

It was ten past six in the morning, that strange, liminal window in the emergency department where the exhausted night crew was desperately trying to hand off their last few chart files while the incoming day shift shuffled in with steaming paper cups of cheap coffee.

Jack stood at the central nursing station, his broad shoulders hunched slightly over a computer terminal as he signed off on his final discharge summaries. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw stubbled, and every muscle in his back ached with the heavy, familiar fatigue that came with twelve relentless hours of trauma calls.

barnesdreamcatcher

NFWMB

jack abbot x f!reader

summary: waking up to an empty bed after a nightmare leaves you distraught. jack isn’t as far away as you think

cw: reader has a nightmare which includes the pretty graphic description of the death of a loved one, non-sexual nudity, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

wc: 1.1k

a/n: jack abbot, come save me pls okay, so i wrote this in may, hated it, didn't scrap it. edited it today and decided to post it cause i have nothing else. nothing's finished. i'm a fraud :)

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Red and blue lights flash around you wildly, the colors bleeding into each other.

You don’t know anything except that you’re searching for him. He might be hurt or—or worse, but you don’t let yourself think about it. The sun shines too brightly as you run along the grey tarmac; it almost blinds you.

Your lips part to form his name, but not a single sound comes out. Your lungs have forgotten how to work. Every breath you draw tastes like ash. Your throat is so raw, it feels like swallowing glass shards.

Somewhere in your peripheral vision, you catch sight of the one thing you’ve been trying to avoid. You don’t want to look that way because you know what awaits you. But your eyes don’t obey you, the same way your lungs don’t.

You don’t see Jack on the ground. You see a body. His body.

of-apollo

₊⊹ BUDDY KNOWS BEST !

PAIRING: Jack Abbot x GN!Resident!Reader.

SUMMARY: When an angry patient attacks you at work, you do everything in your power to hide how bad it is from Jack. Unfortunately for you, his dog, Buddy, knows best, and is quick to alert him to how bad things are as soon as he gets home.

NOTES: Aggressive patient, physical injury, Jack has a retired military dog, the dog is very protective of reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship.

NAVIGATION | PITT MASTERLIST | KO-FI

a/n — technically a part two to dog’s best friend, but can absolutely be read as a standalone !

“I just need you to stay seated for a second, alright?” you say, voice soft, even, the same tone you use with every difficult situation, steady and careful without ever sounding condescending.

The patient doesn’t like it. You see it in the way her shoulders tense, the sharp turn of her head, the flicker of something reactive and unpredictable behind her eyes.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not,” you reassure gently, hands visible, posture open. “I’m just trying to help you, ma’am.”

The metal tray is already in her hand before you fully register it.

snowdropblossoms

code hoola hoop

pairing: jack abbot x reader

a/n: hi guys!!! so... uploads will be slow because...im working on the first few chapters of a fanfic!! i'm still debating wether it be a jack abbot x reader or a rabbot x reader, so let me know what you guys think (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

This shift has been...quiet.

You didn't want to utter the 'Q' word, be it inside your head. But that's what today has been.

You had been dealing with ankle sprains, and minor lacerations needing stitches all day, and all of that had sent you into a false sense of security, as you breezed through the department.

Also, a plus, was that your boyfriend Jack, was working the day shift today!

So now, you're heading to your next patient, adjusting the pink stethoscope around your neck.

You open the curtain to the cutest little boy, holding his hand, with a distressed expression on his face.

You give a polite smile towards the parents before turning your focus to the boy, as you pull the curtain shut.

"Hi buddy, what's your name?" you ask gently, kneeling to his level.

He introduces himself as Dylan, in a shy tone.

His mother recants the story of how he cut his palm, as you inspect his injury and get the suture kit ready.

You stitch him up and distract him by getting him to tell you stories of his days at school, and how some kid stole his truck.

He leaves with a Spiderman sticker adorning his t shirt and an adorable smile on his face.

You're walking past the charge station when Dana stops you.

"I've got a new patient for you, hun. Thirty-two year old male, complaining of intense headaches for the past two weeks. Central eight."

"I've got it, thanks Dana!" You say with a smile as you take the clipboard from her.

As you're walking, you catch Jacks gaze from the other side of emergency bay.

You may feel slightly pathetic for blushing under his mere gaze, but I mean, how could anyone blame you?

You hope he hasn't noticed your flustered expression, but the smirk that washes over his face, tells you different.

You enter the room with your new patient, and you immediately notice his exasperated demeanor.

"Hello, Sir, how are you feeling today?" you ask softly, as you rub the sanitizer into your hands.

"Like shit. Been waiting here for a fucking hour and my heads killing me." he grunts out, his eyes scanning over your figure in judgement, and something else undefinable.

"I'm very sorry about that. How long have you been feeling like this?"

He leans back with him arms folded. "Jesus, I don't know...ten, eleven days?" He answers but already sounds like he's ready to leave.

"How would you describe the pain? Does it come and go, or is it constant?" You ask, the polite smile still present.

"Enough with the fucking questions! Alright?! Just give me some meds, and send me out."

You falter at the raise in volume of his voice and attempt to swallow down the anxiety that has overcome you. You take a quick breath and approach him slightly in an attempt to calm him down.

As you reach him, the smell of alcohol fills your senses.

"I-I'm sorry, I understand this must be very stressful and irritating to do whilst your in pain, but it's really important that-"

His hand comes down, crashing against the metal tray, that was at the bedside, causing it to clatter across the linoleum floor.

You flinch instinctively at his actions, and your breath hitches in your throat. You feel frozen in your spot as you look out to the ED bay through the glass doors, in a desperate hope to meet the gaze of one of your superiors.

You force yourself to snap back into reality, despite the pit in your stomach and being unable to hide the fear on your face.

"Please, Sir, take a breath." You speak, your voice wavering unsteadily.

You place your hand on his upper arm, in an effort to ground him in some way.

In an instant, you feel his cold, hard fist against your nose . You gasp in shock as your hand flies up to your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, before attempting to stumble over to the door.

You feel a forceful yank on your hair, as its clasped around his intense grasp. You let out a scream as he pulls you to the floor. His free hand reaches around your neck.

His hot breath fans against your neck. "Don't ever fucking touch me." he slurs.

Even in this moment, of total fear and chaos, you attempt to stutter out an apology.

Relief washes over you instantly as you hear the door swing open. You are unable to register who it is as the mans grip tightens around your neck.

"Oh, God. Hula Hoop! Someone get security!" a voice yells in urgency.

Jack is on his way to a patient with x-ray results, when he hears it. Whitacker, yelling the two words all hospital workers hated hearing.

He immediately rushes in the direction of his voice, and he gets there as security is running in.

Jack goes in after them, and he halts immediately, seeing you in a headlock and blood gushing down your nose, to your neck.

The security pull him off, and you gasp, filling your air with lungs.

Jack is infront of you straight away. You can see his mouth moving but his words are muffled. The yells of the patient, the security guards barking orders, nurses asking what's happening, it all sounds as if it's miles away.

Jack notices your expression instantly, and gently places a steady hand on your elbow to help you up. He leads you out of the room, his gaze never leaving your face once.

The room feels as if it's spinning as you reach a vacant room and you only now come to the realisation that you're crying. The hot tears stream down your face, along with the blood.

He kneels slightly to meet your gaze. His voice is calm but urgent.

"Sweetheart, look at me." he says, softly brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

"Take a deep breath for me."

He takes a deep breath in, and you instinctively try to imitate it, but your throat burns and your breath comes out uneven and shallow.

Once your breath returns to a steady rhythm, Jack stands up and opens a cabinet.

He returns and dabs a tissue to your bloodied nose as delicately as possible. He spots your gaze shift to your hands sat in your lap.

"You were so brave," he whispers. "I'm so proud of you."

His words make your eyes gloss over, and he notices. He leans forward after cleaning your nose and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

After getting a CT scan that Jack insisted on, you're back in the room on the bed, and Jack is sat next to you.

"That bastard, he's...he's in custody...And you will have to give a report, but you don't have to think about that right now." he whispers against your temple.

You nod, taking a breath. "I don't know what I did wrong...I-I didn't let him get inbetween me and the door and-and I was-"

He cuts you off your rant. "Don't. Don't blame yourself, baby. You did nothing wrong."

He rubs his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion, as you curl into him.

You both sit there, in the silence of the sterile room, holding onto one another as if you were each others life line.

"Lets get you home, sweetheart"

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Free use with Dr. Daddy, I mean Jack Abbot.... 😏 😉

Like he comes home from a long ass shift and youre up in the kitchen making him breakfast and he just goes to town on you

You're just trying to be sweet. That's what kills him. Hair still slightly a mess, eyes still laced with sleep. You don't even bother to put on sweats, just barefoot in y'all's shared kitchen, wearing nothing but a very old (older than you he jokes) t-shirt from Basic Training and a pair of lacy panties.

You were trying to make him breakfast. Scrambled eggs and bacon. Even had the carton of orange juice out.

So fucking sweet. His sweet girl.

So it's only natural for Jack to be all over you. For his calloused fingers to sink into your soft, supple thighs. For his lips to attach themself to your neck. For his chest to press against your back, ensuring your chest stays pushed against the counter as he takes you from behind.

Hey, he had the decency to move the bowl of eggs aside beforehand. He may be horny but Jack Abbott doesn't forget his manners.

That's why when he sees your hand snaking down to where your bodies meet, he swats it away, replacing it with his own.

"I got you," He says against the shell of your ear, voice low and a bit scratchy, no doubt due to a long shift. When his calloused fingers start rubbing precise circles on your aching clit, you swear you see stars.

All you can do is clutch the kitchen counter for dear life as his thick cock slams into you. You feel so full, it's borderline concerning. Jack was by far, the biggest you've ever had and despite having sex so often, every stroke of his cock took your breath away.

He hears you mumble what sounds like thank you. Under other circumstances- such as being in your shared bedroom, taking it slow, Jack may have felt more bold and made you repeat it- clearly this time. But he had just endured a twelve hour shift and the adrenaline that comes from feeling your snug walls clench his cock could only sustain him for so long.

So he uses his free hand to guide your head upwards, capturing your lips with his. It's messy, your teeth colliding with Jack's, but it's the first kiss you've shared since he came home and it just feels so right.

Your hands fly up, clinging to any part of him that they can find. One finds itself in his hair, tugging onto those short curls you adore. Jack keeps his hair short due to his line of work and while that makes perfect sense, you can't help but wish he'd just grow it out for once. For you.

He probably would if you asked. Just how you would probably let him fuck you anywhere, anytime.

goldiwrites

read your mind

pairing: jack abbot x resident!reader

summary: jack had made it clear from the start—he was only available for casual, no strings attached stress relief. the way he acts after finding out you went on a date says something else entirely. (9.5k wc)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, porn with some plot, angst, coworkers with benefits, jealous!jack, yearning!jack, unspecified age gap, attending/resident power dynamics, jack is an ass (he gets slapped so it's chill), pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart), detailed explicit smut, mean!jack (reader likes it), dom!jack, brat/brat tamer vibes, dirty talk, dacryphilia, unprotected pnv, car sex, cowgirl, doggy, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, face sitting, chokehold, spanking (all my jack ass man believers stand up), breast & nipple play, pussy slapping, squirting, little blue pill mention, apologies & confessions, happy ending, fem!reader, reader is dana's niece, no physical description/mention of being blood related, dana haunts the narrative, no use of y/n, dual pov (i think), ending kinda rushed but fuck it we ball, briefly proofread so no doubt incorrect grammar lols

authors note: woof woof, bark bark. this is 70% filth, 20% angst, 10% fluff. i have no excuses honestly. no seriously this was only meant to be 5k. majority written at 3am in sleep deprived insanity. some of the smut warnings are just mentions, not explicit details. this is kinda toxic, if that's not your thing keep scrolling :-)

song inspo: read your mind - sabrina carpenter

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You say that you need to be alone But night and day, want me at your beck and call You say you know that you might be crossin' a line Wastin' all our time To think that we could be casual You're not my friend and, baby, you never were Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?

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Abbot: Meet me at my truck in 15.

delulus-delish

Hello people! This is the second part of the Jack Abbot x Barista!Reader I posted the other day. This time it’s about 962 words I think, less than last time but still progress 🙂‍↕️

Part 1 here!

And to the kind Anon in my askbox may your pillow always be cold on both sides when you go to sleep.

No warnings, enjoy!

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The following days after meeting Jack you got to see him a few times, some mornings he came with Shen, some others he came by himself. He always ordered the same black coffee and the occasional pastry you convinced him to buy because ‘just bitter coffee sucks’. It worked more than half of the time.

“I don’t know why you keep coming here though,” you told Jack one morning as you prepared his coffee, the place was currently empty since it was pretty early so it was just the two of you.

He looked at you like you had grown a second head just for asking that. “I mean, you could definitely just drink this at home and save yourself the money.” You clarified as the espresso machine hissed and began to pour the coffee into the to-go cup in a continuous hot stream.

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or slap their pussy with a dildo 😭🙏🏽

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Bunny reader accidentally watches a horror movie gets terrified and refuse to come out of the burrow. Jack and pope spend an hour trying to convince her it’s not real and to come out please.

wait this is so cutie. i didn’t go the “not real” route, but i hope it is still enjoyable!

jack is sitting on the floor, watching something on tv.

when jack sees pope he says,

“pope, im giving her five more minutes of hiding and then i’m gonna need your help getting her out.”

“what happened?”

“she watched a scary movie.”

“i thought she wasn’t allowed to watch r rated movies.”

“she isn’t. it was pg-13 and she’s the most sensitive thing in the world.”

after five minutes, jack and pope lay down on their backs and stick their heads into the entrance of your burrow.

jack says firmly, “hi bunny, me and pope need you to come out.”

“no, there are bad guys out there.”

“bunny, you haven’t eaten since this morning. you’re hungry and that’s making you feel worse. come on, i’ll make you a snack.”

“jackie…”

“no arguments. i’m gonna go cut you some strawberries and when i come back i want you sitting on the rug with pope.”

jack leaves you and pope to go get you your snack. pope let’s you touch his face while he talks.

“what was the movie about?”

“murderer. really scary.”

“human murderer?”

“yes. with a knife.”

“we have knives in the kitchen. and guns in the safe.”

“i don’t know how to use a gun.”

“i do. so does jack. c’mere.”

pope helps you out of your burrow and pulls you into his lap with your back to his chest. jack walks to the two of you with a plate of strawberries.

“hey there’s my princess.”

jack looks to pope and asks quietly,

“how did you get her out?”

“told her we had knives and guns in the house.”

jack looks to you and says,

“yeah princess we have stuff to keep you safe. andbold you have a big scary guard dog to protect you... i’m gonna need a response from you bunny.”

“okay jackie.”

“okay bunny.”

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