just me

─── ⋆ CHAPTERS ⋆

PART ONE 𖤓♡ — Jack Abbot values his routine and structure. Work, SWAT, gym... and for the past six weeks, spending his Sunday mornings admiring the enigmatic single mom who's apartment balcony sits across from his. [3k]

PART TWO 𖤓♡ — A scuffle in the hall causes Jack to accidentally take Phoebe’s wallet to work instead of his. He gains himself a new nickname amongst the Pitt and finally learns a thing or two about you and your daughter. [7.3k]

PART THREE 𖤓 — A trip to the ED, a retirement meal, and a phone call with Robby. One leaves you up close and personal with your neighbor, one has Phoebe spilling secrets like it's an Olympic sport, and another has Jack realizing he's got a fucking crush on the single mom in apartment seventeen. [7.1k]

PART FOUR 𖤓♡ — Phoebe's birthday party consists of four sets of eyes ogling Jack from the second he enters your apartment, screaming children, your mom noticing something rather interesting, and a night on the balcony that changes the trajectory of everything. [8.7k]

⤷ PART 4.5 𖤓 — You don't hear from Jack for three days after the kiss. But despite being swamped at the hospital, after he reaches out via text, he doesn't stop. [SMAU]

PART FIVE 𖤓★ — When Jack offers his company in the form of a date to celebrate your book release, he gets to understand the inner workings of your mind a bit more. Unfortunately, it does leave him with an ache he has to tend to using nothing but his own imagination. [7.8k]

PART SIX 𖤓★ — Three months of dating with no label and no real sense of security has you spiralling a bit when Tom demands to meet Jack. And you quickly start to realize that despite your attempts of keeping Phoebe and Jack apart, some bonds form whether you intend for them to or not. [8.2k]

PART SEVEN 𖤓★ — When the double date from Hell roles around, you're left with a new friend while Jack is struggling to come to terms with the type of person Phoebe is stuck with as a father. But despite that, it doesn't stop you and Jack from ending your evening with a bang. [12.2k]

PART EIGHT 𖤓★ — Pizzas, karaoke, movies and a sleepover. All at Phoebe’s request, of course, for Jack to spend Saturday night with them. And when Sunday morning rolls around, she’s got some things that she needs to get off her chest. [7.1k]

PART NINE 𖤓♡ — When Phoebe's field day goes nowhere near as planned, Bella is left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart while Karis goes into labor and Jack and your father have a heart to heart. [10.1k]

PART TEN (FINALE) 𖤓♡ — Jack Abbot was a creature of habit. Structure and routine were infused within the very makings of him, written in bloodwork and DNA if anyone looked close enough. But that was before he met you and Phoebe. Before he fell hopelessly and irrevocably in love with the chaotic girls in apartment seventeen. [13.4k]

─── ⋆ BONUS CONTENT ⋆

TBA

─── ⋆ MISC ⋆

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Jack doesn’t know. You planned on telling him multiple times, but you haven’t seen him for longer than a few minutes. The one night you slept over his place, you were deep asleep by the time he came home. It’s hard to sit down and have a conversation in person when you know there’s a time limit. You rushing out to get to work, or him collapsing in bed when he gets home.

But this is killing you. It’s your choice, your life. You've never needed anyone else's opinion before. But you want Jack’s opinion. You need to know what he’ll say about this. It feels wrong to even consider this without talking to him first.

You go over to his place unannounced. Which isn’t uncommon. But Jack is irritatingly perceptive, and knows something is up almost immediately.

“Something is wrong,” he narrows his eyes after you greet him with a kiss.

“What?” you step back, kicking your shoes off. “I can’t kiss you now?”

“Don’t weaponize kissing,” he says, following you into the kitchen.

“You started it,” you look over your shoulder. “Do you still have that chocolate mousse I left here the other day?”

Jack is quiet for a moment.

You open the fridge to see the container gone, and laugh. “Well, at least I know it’s not going to waste.”

“You need to take a break from leaving stuff here,” Jack groans. “I’m actually starting to get fat and happy. You’ve gotta start terrorizing your own coworkers with sugar.”

“Actually,” you take a breath and step back from the fridge. “That’s what I wanted to talk about.”

Jack furrows his brows. His lips quirk. “Are you terrorizing your coworkers? I can get behind that.”

“No,” you shake your head with a smirk. “I’ve…I’ve been offered a new job.”

Jack’s face lights up. His ears even perk up. “Hey, that’s great! Which restaurant stole you away? One we’ve been to?”

“Uhm,” your gaze drops, and you stare at your toes. “It’s called North & Vine.”

Jack doesn’t respond. His face starts to fall as he tracks your movements. He can pick up your mannerisms. The way you’re dragging this out, afraid to say the important part out loud. He’s waiting for you.

“It’s in Boston,” you say, sliding your gaze up to him.

“Oh,” Jack says, processing your words.

You swallow hard, and wait, trying to read him and his reaction. It’s silent. Maybe just a minute, but it feels like longer.

“When did this happen?” Jack asks.

He doesn’t look hurt, just confused.

“Last week,” you say. “Well, the interview was yesterday. The recruiter found me last week.”

Now he looks hurt.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to figure out how to get through this conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jack moves closer.

“I am telling you,” you say. “Now.”

Jack just looks at you, brows knitted together.

“I was waiting until the interview was over,” you sigh, “If I didn’t think it was going anywhere, there was no used in bringing it up, right?”

Jack drags a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. He settles against the kitchen counter.

You inch closer, testing the waters, moving next to him, your shoulders brushing. He doesn’t move away.

“Boston’s far,” is all he says, looking forward.

“10 hour drive,” you nod. When Jack’s eyes snap to you, you shrug, “I looked it up.”

“Are you thinking of taking it?” his mouth is still a flat line.

“There isn’t an official offer yet. They want me to come out and stage for a few days. If you had asked me that six months ago, I would have said yes hands down,” you sigh.

“And now?”

“I’m not so sure,” you look up to Jack.

His gaze holds yours, eyebrows drawing together slightly. It’s hopeful. He drags a hand behind his neck, deep in thought.

You don't know what response you're looking for from him. Do you want him to tell you to take it? Give you the green light? Do you want him to say to turn it down?

All you know is that you want the truth, and you can always trust Jack to give that to you. You have no idea what you're going to do with it, though.

“Hey,” you bump your shoulder against his. “What is it?”

“It’s selfish,” he shakes his head.

“Tell me anyway.”

“I just found you,” he says softly. “I don’t want to let you go.”

You close your eyes and pull him down to you, kissing him gently.

“We can make it work,” Jack says softly.

Your heart melts. You look up at him, studying his gaze. “I don’t want you to have to do that,” you sigh. “You deserve someone who’s here. With you.”

Jack straightens, looking down at you. “What are you saying?”

“I’m not saying anything,” you sigh, leaning back.

“Then say something,” he says, pushing gently. “Please.”

“I don’t know what to say, Jack!” Your voice comes out louder than you mean it to. “I’ve never been in this situation before. I’ve never had someone tethering me somewhere.”

You immediately know how it sounds, and wish you could take the words back. Rewrite them into something less bitter.

“Tethering you,” Jack repeats. He takes a half step back.

“I didn’t mean that as badly as it sounds.”

“Really?” Jack says, “Because it sounds like I’m holding you here. Holding you back.”

“That’s not fair,” your eyes snap to him.

“Then say it, tell me what you mean,” Jack’s jaw flexes.

“I care about you! You idiot!” Your voice is rising now. “I care about you a lot! Which is embarrassing because I’ve only known you for like, 3 months.”

Jack doesn’t move. He doesn’t interrupt. He listens. You wish he’d say something. But you’re glad he’s willing to let you get this out. To work through it. Even if it’s messy and poorly worded.

“I don’t make connections with people like this, usually,” you wrap your hands around your stomach. “It’s always so easy for me to pack up and leave, onto the next thing. But you’re making it kind of hard.”

“Good,” Jack says, his mouth still flat.

“Good?” you repeat.

“Yeah. Good. I don’t want this to be easy for you,” he steps closer to you, almost toe to toe, chest to chest. His voice is lower, more careful. “I want it to be hard for you to pack up and leave. Because much as I want you to be happy, I selfishly want you to be happy with me.

Your bottom lip quivers before you can will it to stop.

“I want you to care about me that much. Because I care about you too much to let you go easily,” Jack’s voice is steady, but his breathing is not.

Jack’s hands twitch towards you, then still, fingers flexing like he doesn’t know how much he’s allowed to take. You notice.

“I don’t know how to stay,” you say quietly. “I don’t know how to stop looking for the next thing. I don’t know how to stop moving.”

Jack drops his forehead to yours and takes a deep breath. You tentatively reach out for his hand, grazing his knuckles. He quickly moves to lace your fingers together.

“Do you want the job in Boston?” he asks softly. “Or are you just used to moving on?”

“I-“ your voice catches in your throat. Jack squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I don’t know.”

It’s not a good answer. But it’s the truth. Before this conversation, it seemed simple. Would this job pan out? Why not take it?

Because of Jack. That’s why not. And you’ve never had a why not.

“I will support you in whatever decision you make,” Jack says, “I don't want you to stay for me, and eventually resent me- resent us- because you passed this opportunity. It has to be your choice. But just know, I want you to stay.”

Jack kisses your forehead gently, leaving his lips pressed against your skin for a moment longer. Your heart feels raw, skin prickly. You need time, space, you need to untangle the thoughts whirling around in your mind.

You step out of Jack’s grasp. Not unkindly, just enough to give you some air.

“I think I’m going to head out,” you say, moving back towards the door.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” you look back up to Jack. You press a kiss to his cheek. “I just need to think. I’ll call you, okay?”

Jack pulls his lips in, nodding slowly.

You slip out of his apartment just in time to hide the tears welling in your eyes.

The conversation keeps you up most of the night. You look up reviews of North & Vine (pretty stellar) and even try looking for job openings in Pittsburgh (not many).

At one point, you even draw out a list of literal pros and cons of moving to Boston.

Pros: Better pay, never lived in Boston before (adventure?), could be a better kitchen environment, better career press, lobster rolls

Cons; Never lived in Boston before, would have to start over (again), may not be a better kitchen environment, no Jack

No Jack.

That one was underlined. Twice.

There was no way you could stay together if you moved. He had already been through so much losing his wife, you weren’t going to put him through that. It wasn’t fair.

You look around your apartment. It’s been about a year of living in Pittsburgh, you’re almost coming up on resigning your lease. You would have to get rid of most of your stuff, since moving it would cost an arm and a leg.

But this apartment has Jack all over it, too. He’s laid with you on the couch, completely tangled with you while you watch a terrible, straight to video movie he claimed was a classic. You’ve cooked together in this kitchen. Jack didn’t even make a snide comment when butter leaked out of the pastry you were baking and almost set off the smoke alarm.

Is the possibility of better worth losing him? Worth losing the possibility of forever?

And you think of the alternative. You can’t stay at Brindle Bay for much longer. The writing is on the wall. Passing on this job would be easier if you didn’t already plan on leaving. This job offer came at just the right time in some ways. And has the worst timing in every other way.

The next day you wake up without an alarm. Just the sun beating against the blinds and construction coming from somewhere down the street. You groan and roll over, feeling like you've been hit in the head with a sledgehammer.

You have two missed calls and a text from Wes, and a text from Scottie.

Scottie: Dudeeeeee you're going to freak

Wes: Hey. Freezer is fucked. Need you.

You slam your phone back down, wishing you could go back to sleep and pretend that you didn't read either of those.

Eventually, after dragging yourself out of bed, staring out the window for 3 minutes, and tossing cold water in your face, you call Wes.

"We need you here, now," not even a hello, how are you.

"What happened?" you groan.

"The fridge shut off at some point last night. I put in an emergency grocery order for ingredients, but a lot of your prep is fucked.”

Your cakes. Your tart shells. Containers of buttercream. Baked crème brûlées. Just sitting in a lukewarm room for who knows how long.

"We are dangerously low on dessert numbers now," Wes continues. “And by low I mean most of it is spoiled.”

"Okay," you sigh. "I'll be there soon."

"Stop by the store on your way in," Wes says. "We need butter and eggs."

"Can't someone else stop?" you ask, reaching for your clothes. “If I need to remake these things? Send a line cook.”

"It's for your prep," Wes replies.

"And I can't get any help?"

"Just, stop on your way in. I'll see you when you get here."

The line cuts out.

You can't handle this right now. But you will. Because you always do.

It takes an unreal amount of work to get even close to the numbers you need for tonight. The entire time, you wonder what the hell you’re even doing there.

The guys help where they can, pulling cakes from ovens and lining tart shells with dough for you. But they have their own prep to do, so most of it lands on you.

You’re basically playing catch up through service. Things that would normally be done before hand, you have to do on the fly. Cutting the cakes, filling the tarts, unfolding crème brûlées.

It’s hell for everyone. But you’re the one moving slower. Since you don’t have anyone else on your team.

A small part of you knows this isn't right. With or without Boston, you can't stay here. It was good for a while. But this place isn't worth staying for.

By the time service is almost done, you're running on fumes, unable to regain control of you emotions or your hands. You’re shaking as you try to wipe down your station, exhaustion blurring your vision.

You organize your tools, packing them away in your knife roll. You don't say anything. You don't make a scene.

Scottie looks over at you and sees what you're doing. He stills.

When you make eye contact, he just nods solemnly.

"I'll see you around," you nod.

"Good luck," he says as you walk out.

Wes is in the dining room having a much needed drink. You slide into the seat next to him and sigh.

“We need to talk,” you look over at him.

“I know,” he nods.

At 2 in the morning, you're pacing back and forth in your apartment. Sleep came in fits, an hour here, thirty minutes there, and eventually you stopped trying.

You're desperate to see Jack. Desperate to talk this through, see what his reaction would be. If you made the right call.

You’re so emotionally raw. The truth is, you need him. You need his stupid voice and his level head and his way of comforting you when you think the world is ending. You can’t sleep, you feel like you’re going to die, and you need him.

You walk through the hospital doors before you can talk yourself of it. You had texted Jack that you needed to talk to him, and figured that he was working. After trying to sleep it off like an adult, waiting for a time that would be good for him, you gave up.

You tell the woman at the front desk of the waiting room that you need to see Dr. Jack Abbot.

“Who should I say is here?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Girlfriend,” you nod.

“This isn’t an office building.” She looks intrigued, but ultimately unamused. It is the middle of the night.

“I know,” you swallow.

“I’ll see if he’s available.”

The time it takes for her to page Jack leaves you to stand and think about what you’re doing. Showing up at his job in the middle of the night like a crazy person. He could be in the middle of saving someone’s life and you’re- what? Overly emotional and sleep deprived?

You’re about to tell her to call him off when the door swings open.

Jack comes through in his dark scrubs, concern etched on his face when he sees you.

“Hey,” he says, moving quickly towards you. "Everything okay?"

“I-I’m sorry,” you look around, breath catching in your throat. “I shouldn’t have come here. This is insane.”

“Hey, stop,” Jack places a gentle hand on your arm. “Come on back.”

He takes you by the elbow through the hub to a quiet room in the back of the ED. Multiple eyes snap up as you walk by. Many with confused expressions. Jack ignores them all.

But the ED is, for the most part, quiet. Not necessarily calm, but quiet.

Jack closes the door behind you. It’s an on-call room, you realize, evidenced by the unmade bed in the corner.

“What’s going on?” Jack says. He’s close, but not crowding you. He has no idea if this is going to be good news or not.

“I, uhm,” you sniffle, the tears welling in your eyes. “I quit my job today.”

Jack’s eyebrows raise. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you say, swiping at your bottom lash line. "I can't stay there. I've been looking for a way out for a while, I think."

Jack doesn’t speak for a moment. He flexes his fingers, processing.

“So, then I guess you’ve made your decision,” Jack nods. It seems like he's already moved to the acceptance phase. He leans back against the far wall, putting more space between you.

You look up at him, your eyes glassy. “I have.”

Jack’s jaw shifts. He clears his throat. “I understand.”

“I’m staying here.”

You don't feel strong when you say it. Your heart is pounding. Risks are not hard for you. You’ve packed up your whole life multiple times, with nothing to go on but a job opportunity.

But choosing a relationship, a person, to be your home, your risk, makes you feel like you're free-falling.

Jack blinks, clearly caught off guard.

“But I thought you said-”

“I know. I did quit my job. But I also said no to the other one,” you sniffle and give a humorless laugh. “I’m unemployed now, I guess.”

“I’m confused,” Jack shakes his head.

“So am I,” you nod. You take a small step towards him. “I made a pros and cons list. There were a lot of pros to moving to Boston. But one of cons still outweighed them all.”

Jack doesn’t interrupt you. He holds your gaze, hopeful.

“I don’t want to let you go, either,” you say.

Jack swallows hard.

“I want to stay here and figure it out. I want to finally resign a lease more than once. I want to have habits and routines and be a regular at the shitty coffee shop that I only go to because my boyfriend likes the fact that he can get free refills on that fucking dirt water,” the words are tumbling out, now. Some things you didn’t even realize before saying them to Jack. “And I came here because I’ve had an awful day and I needed to see you. Because you make me feel safe."

He just stands there, absorbing your words.

“Jack, please say something,” you rock back and forth on your heels, wringing your hands nervously. “I’m kind of freaking out over here.”

“No you’re not,” he shakes his head, mouth softening into something related to a smile.

“You don’t know that,” you point.

“I do,” he says, moving closer to you.

He takes your hands, lacing your fingers together.

“There’s something else,” you say quietly, chewing on your bottom lip.

“What is it?” Jack furrows his brows. His thumb moves over your knuckles.

“I think…” you take a breath. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

All of the muscles in Jack’s body tense, then visibly relax. His face softens. His mouth twitches.

“Which is not the same thing as saying ‘I love you,’” you add quickly.

“Of course not,” Jack smiles, leaning in closer.

“Because that would be insane and very quick in our relationship,” you’re rambling. You can feel it. You can hear it.

“Insane,” Jack repeats.

He kisses you gently, lips softly pressed against yours. Once. Twice. He squeezes your hand.

“Just so you know,” he whispers. “I love you.”

You let out a breath and look up at him, eyes still glassy. But in a different way. Still emotionally charged, but no longer sad.

“That’s sooo embarrassing for you,” you tease.

“Shut up,” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in for a deep, real kiss.

And while you’re still terrified- terrified of not knowing if this will all be worth it, if this love will last, of being completely jobless for the moment- you aren’t worried. You would rather live an uncertain life with Jack than without him, and you would make that decision over and over again.

-

Being awake before 7 am is reserved for two things- first picks at the farmer’s market, and greeting Jack when he comes home from the hospital. Today, it’s both. You sit in the apartment, shoes on, waiting for the familiar click of the front door.

You reserved Jack’s breakfast on a plate set to the side, and fully intend on watching him eat before you leave. He has a tendency to crash immediately, and not eat a real meal for almost 24 hours. The amount of times you’ve had to convince your doctor boyfriend that a pb&j and protein bar are not sufficient calories is concerning.

You hear it. The lock turning, and Jack slips in, immediately dropping his bag to the ground. You hear the familiar thump.

When he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he gives a sleepy smile and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re up early,” he says.

“Market day,” you reply. “I need to get the rhubarb before the snobby coffee shops can get to it.”

His eyes fall on the plated breakfast, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “For me?”

“Of course,” you smile, pushing the plate closer. “Roasted red pepper, sausage, and cheese omelet with chives and ricotta.”

The sounds Jack lets out as he drops his weight into the dining chair is borderline obscene.

“Have I said I love you lately?” he says, grabbing the fork.

“You have,” you lean forward, resting your hand in your chin.

“Well, I do. I love you,” he takes a bite of the omelet and melts. “I love you even more, if that was possible.”

You let out a soft laugh and rise to your feet. “I love you, too.”

“I’m going to head out, you get some sleep,” you press a kiss to Jack’s cheek. He turns his head and pulls you back in for a real kiss.

“After I finish this, I’m dead to the world,” he says, shoveling the eggs in his mouth.

“I’ll be back later for prep,” you say, grabbing your bag. “Robby’s coming too, right?”

“Yes,” Jack nods. “I reminded him before I left. He said he wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“That’s sweet,” you smile. “I’m going to pick up regular groceries, too, we’re out of milk.”

“Would you get out of here?” Jack smiles. “You’re going to miss the rhubarb.”

Your pop-up series has been extremely popular. It started about a month after you left Brindle Bay. After being out of the kitchen for so long, you had become antsy, coming up with new recipe ideas and desperate to try them out.

Your experimenting made you very popular with Jack’s coworkers, since you were constantly sending him in with something new. Shen gave you extremely detailed feedback. Dana started sending handwritten thank you notes back with Jack. They welcomed you into their little family. It felt good to have people.

The pop-ups were actually Jack’s idea first. You were looking at jobs, and he made a passing comment that with the amount of baking you were doing at home, you could probably just keep making money doing that.

It’s not steady income, so you’ve been taking pastry and cake orders in between. It’s enough to keep you busy, and your bills paid. Which has been less stressful since you moved in with Jack.

Tonight is a very important pop-up. Today marks three years since you went out on your own. Three years since you decided to bet on yourself.

It wasn’t always completely smooth sailing. There were many moments where you cried on the floor over a failed batch of macarons or improperly proofed dough. And every time, Jack was there to scoop you up, calm you down, and run to the store for more ingredients. You couldn’t have done it without him.

Three years of Jack. Three years of slow dancing in the kitchen and holding him through occasional nightmares. Three years of staying. And you don’t regret anything.

You leave the apartment with your market list in hand, mentally running through everything that’s going to happen tonight. You have everything planned to the minute.

Except for the one part you can’t plan for.

The part where, when the pop up is over, and you’ve completely sold out, and you’re enjoying a glass of celebratory wine with Jack and Robby and Val and your closest friends, Jack clears his throat. The part where he gets down on one shaky knee (his good knee) and asks you to spend forever with him. The part where you break out into tears, barely able to even get the word out before you’re dragging Jack back up to his feet, peppering his face with kisses.

Tell Christopher Nolan She’s Busy

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Actress!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, referred to as “you,” no fixed face claim Genre: Celebrity AU, established marriage, talk-show interview, domestic fluff, humour, family life Summary: After winning an Emmy for your performance as Nurse Clara Bennett on PTMC, you sit down on The Graham Norton Show with Lewis Hamilton, Zendaya, and Pedro Pascal. What begins as a conversation about medical accuracy, trauma shears, and your husband’s brutally honest coaching turns into a glimpse of your life with Jack: veteran, emergency physician, SWAT medic, father of three, and the man who nearly asked Emma Thomas to call back later because you were busy blowing up pool floats with your children. Warnings: Fluff, humour, established relationship, married couple teasing, children mentioned, veteran themes, prosthetic leg mentioned, charity work for veterans and their families, mild swearing, medical discussion, Jack being quietly supportive, reader being lovingly roasted.

I Don’t Gotta Tell You Sh*t

Pairing: Jack Abbot x TF141!Reader Crossover: The Pitt x Call of Duty Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Crossover, established marriage, secret family reveal, military banter, domestic fluff, team chaos Summary: After a finished mission, all you want is your leave signed, your duffel packed, and a quiet ride back to Pittsburgh. Unfortunately, Roach needs a ride, Soap has too many questions, Gaz is nosy, Ghost is offended he did not know your personal business, and Price is watching the whole thing unfold with coffee in hand. The team finds out you are married. Then they find out you have kids. Somehow, that is the bigger shock. Warnings: Military setting, references to completed missions, mild swearing, established marriage, children mentioned, secret family reveal, team teasing, canon-typical Task Force 141 behaviour.

Dress How You Want, Baby, I Can Fight

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x girlfriend!reader ("she"/"her"/"you" referred) Summary: You wear what you want to Deran’s bar. Some guy thinks that means he can put his hands where they do not belong. Andrew disagrees. Warnings: Bar harassment, unwanted touching, protective boyfriend, bar fight, canon-typical Cody violence.

I can keep my cool, but tonight I’m wildin’

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Singer!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Inspiration: Loosely inspired by Tyla’s song “Water” Genre: Age gap, jealousy, celebrity AU, private relationship tension, sensual angst Summary: Your relationship with Jack Abbot is private, not secret. You do not post him, parade him, or let the internet turn him into a headline because Jack has already given enough of himself to war, medicine, and survival. But Jack, in his early fifties, does not always know how to stand beside a late-twenties global pop star with billions of views, luxury brand deals, red-carpet gowns, and songs featured in movies and TV shows. When you invite a few people from The Pitt to your concert and Samira Mohan helps steady Jack backstage, jealousy turns your most sensual rain-soaked performance into something sharper than either of you expected.

Are You Mine, Doctor?

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Soulmate!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim Status: Ongoing Genre: Soulmate AU, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, medical drama In a world where soulmate bonds are supposed to be romantic, yours has always felt more like a recurring symptom. For years, your soulmate’s emergency notes have appeared across your skin: clipped commands, trauma shorthand, and cold replies from a man who never seemed to want you back. Then you arrive at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center and recognize the handwriting on Dr. Jack Abbot. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |10

take your troubles away from me

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name Genre: Heavy angst, marital conflict, pregnancy, hurt/no comfort Jack promised he would be there for the most important night of your career. For once, you believed him. But when the hospital takes him away again, you are left to accept an award alone, with his empty chair beside you and a secret you had planned to share with him. By the time he finally comes home, the marriage has already broken in a place apologies cannot reach.

The Baby Gift That Gave Him Away

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name Genre: Fluff, humor, domestic Jack, dad Jack Santos and Whittaker are forced by Dana to shop for a baby shower gift for one of the nurses. What should have been a simple errand turns into a crisis when two tiny chaotic twins help them choose a gift and accidentally reveal that their father is none other than Dr. Jack Abbot.

Retired Means Retired

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Supernatural!Wife!Reader Crossover: The Pitt x Supernatural Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim Genre: Heavy angst, hidden past, grief, supernatural horror You left hunting behind a long time ago. You built a life with Jack, two daughters, and a front door that did not need salt lines anymore. Then Sam and Dean Winchester come to Pittsburgh with a case file, and for one night, you let yourself believe you could still be everything to everyone. Jack never knew the truth until you came home in a way no wife, no mother, and no person ever should.

Wait. Hear Me Out: Jack Abbot x BAU!Reader

Pairing: Jack Abbot x BAU!Reader Crossover: The Pitt x Criminal Minds Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim Genre: Crossover, emotional comfort, tired married people, soft Jack You’re in Pittsburgh for a BAU case, exhausted, emotionally drained, and running on coffee and spite. Jack Abbot has just finished a brutal ER shift, looks like he hasn’t slept since 2009, and still somehow decides your biggest emergency is the fact that you haven’t eaten dinner.

BRENDON PARK

No Scrubs, Just Surgeons

Pairing: Brendon Park x Popstar/Actor!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim Status: Ongoing Genre: Celebrity AU, secret marriage, hospital gossip, romance, light chaos When one of the biggest pop stars and actresses in the world suddenly announces an indefinite hiatus, the internet immediately spirals. But when she is photographed arriving in Pittsburgh wearing both an engagement ring and a wedding band, the mystery becomes impossible to ignore, especially for the staff at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Please, Bring Her Home

Pairing: Brendon Park x Wife!Reader, Past!Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader Crossover: The Pitt x Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Reboot Reader: Female Reader, referred to with you/she/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Military grief, bereavement, past love, survivor’s guilt, heavy angst, hurt with very little comfort Summary: Price promised Brendon Park that Task Force 141 would bring his wife home. They kept their promise—just not in the way Brendon ever imagined. Three nights after your flag-draped casket arrives in Pittsburgh without them, the men you died protecting come to face the husband and children you left behind. Among them is Ghost, carrying what remains of a love he once let go and a grief he refuses to place beside your family’s. Warnings: Major character death/Reader death, heavy grief and bereavement, child grief, military death and repatriation, survivor’s guilt, past relationship, lingering one-sided feelings, implied explosion and combat violence, heavy angst, hurt with very little comfort, no traditional happy ending, Modern Warfare AU where Roach is part of the reboot 141.

Her Podium, His Fancam

Pairing: Brendon Park x F1 Driver!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no face claim Genre: Fluff, F1 wife/mom energy, internet chaos After taking P1, all you want is to celebrate with your husband and son. Unfortunately, the cameras catch Brendon Park holding your baby under the podium, and the internet immediately loses focus.

Behind The Scenes: Baby Shark

Pairing: Brendon Park x F1 Driver!Wife!Reader Bonus Scene from Her Podium, His Fancam Summary: During a Porsche YouTube promo with Mick Schumacher, you accidentally expose Brendon’s hospital nickname, your son’s favorite bath toy, and the fact that your very serious surgeon husband sings Baby Shark at home. Brendon would like to be removed from the narrative. The internet, naturally, refuses. Genre: Pure fluff, married couple teasing, toddler cuteness

Pretty Girls Break Bones

Pairing: Brendon Park x Heiress!Reader Genre: Rich girl chaos, hospital meet-cute, class difference, sweet flirting Warnings: Broken leg/injury, hospital setting, panic, class difference, rich girl chaos, sweet flirting, minor medical inaccuracies Summary: You came to Pittsburgh for your best friend’s bachelorette weekend with designer luggage, pearl heels, and every intention of staying pretty, drunk, and unbothered. Then Mia breaks her leg outside a bar, and you end up in the emergency department begging Dr. Brendon Park, PTMC’s blunt and intimidating orthopedic surgeon, to fix her. He thinks you are another spoiled rich girl who believes money can soften any disaster. You think he is rude, gorgeous, and far too calm for someone nicknamed Park the Shark.

in every life, save me a place

Pairing: Brendon Park x low-income!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Slow burn, class difference, hurt/comfort, hospital romance, found family Warnings: Loneliness, poverty/financial insecurity, food insecurity, emotionally distant/neglectful family, anxiety/shyness, illness/fever, medical setting, brief trauma/OR scene, class difference, future pregnancy mention, no explicit content Summary: You have spent your whole life making sure there was only enough for one. One plate, one bowl, one glass, one quiet apartment, and one emergency contact listed as yourself because needing people has only ever taught you how quickly kindness can turn into debt. Then Brendon Park starts noticing you in ways you do not know how to survive. He notices the worn shoes, the skipped meals, the careful silences, and the way you make yourself small before anyone can ask you to. He does not try to save you, and maybe that is what makes it worse. He simply keeps showing up gently enough that, little by little, the life you built to survive alone starts making room for him too.

The Woman I Cost You

Pairing: Brendon Park x Wife!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Warnings: Heavy angst, class difference, emotional neglect, marital separation, insecurity, jealousy, loneliness within marriage, no cheating, complicated love, children involved, bittersweet ending Summary: Brendon Park gave his wife everything he thought love was supposed to look like: the house, the name, the money, the safety. Years later, he realizes too late that the life he built for her may have cost her the woman she used to be.

MICHAEL “ROBBY” ROBINAVITCH

SPOTTED: New F1 Romance in the Air?

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F1 Driver!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Fluff, fame reveal, soft-launch chaos, public attention, cliffhanger ending Summary: Robby takes you book shopping and to a quiet Italian restaurant during your August break, completely unaware that everyone around him seems to know exactly who you are. You told him you worked in motorsports, and technically, that was true. It just left out a few very important details.

Is There No Exception For Me?

Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fiancée!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Heavy angst, breakup angst, PTSD themes, emotional devastation, AU Summary: Robby leaves for his sabbatical early because staying means letting himself be loved while he is falling apart. His fiancée refuses to let him turn fear into sacrifice, and the fight becomes the ugliest kind of heartbreak: the kind where love is still in the room, still breathing, still begging not to be abandoned. Warnings: Heavy angst, breakup, PTSD themes, panic/avoidance, screaming, throwing objects in emotional distress, cursing, emotional devastation, no happy ending, AU take on Robby’s sabbatical

MULTI-CHARACTER / SEPARATE

Mum, Respectfully, Shut Up

Pairings: Brendon Park x Reader, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader, Jack Abbot x Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Genre: Domestic fluff, protective husbands, dad fic, TikTok prank gone wrong Summary: The kids try a TikTok prank on their dads at the expense of their lovely mother. Brendon has groceries in hand, Robby has cereal in a mixing bowl, and Jack has Robby on his couch with a retired military working dog watching the room. None of them find it funny. Warnings: Domestic fluff, protective husbands/dads, teenage attitude, TikTok prank gone wrong, mild scolding, confiscated phones, sibling chaos, dogs judging everyone.

The Kids Regret to Inform Their Father

Pairings: Jack Abbot x Reader, Brendon Park x Reader, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader Genre: Domestic fluff, protective husbands, dad fic Summary: The kids regret to inform their fathers that they will not be contributing to the household budget this month. Between Sephora, videogame savings, and an unpaid electricity bill, Jack, Brendon, and Robby are forced to remind them exactly who pays for the mortgage, the snacks, the sports fees, and every light they leave on. Warnings: Domestic fluff, dad!Jack Abbot, dad!Brendon Park, dad!Robby, husband fluff, established relationships, married reader, children, family teasing, soft parenting moments, money jokes, mortgage/bills mentioned, light swearing, kids being dramatic, very unserious financial discussions, protective/provider husbands, no real angst.

ANIMAL KINGDOM

ANDREW “POPE” CODY

Babygirl Series

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name, known as “Babygirl” Status: Ongoing / Collection Genre: Dark romance, Cody family dynamics, possessive Pope, angst, crime family drama Babygirl was supposed to be a nickname, something soft the Codys gave you before it became more familiar than your own name. In Oceanside, softness does not stay innocent for long. You become Deran’s first safe place, J’s quiet reminder that there can still be a future outside Cody blood, and Pope’s one weakness — the woman he loves like a locked door, a loaded gun, and a warning. PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Oops!... I Did It Again

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no physical description, no face claim Genre: Toxic romance, jealousy, possessiveness, Cody family tension, angst Everyone in Oceanside knows Andrew Cody belongs to you. He is your shadow, your guard dog, your weapon, and the one man who would choose you even when choosing you ruins everything. But when Smurf pushes you into another one of her games, your messiness collides with Andrew’s devotion, and the night ends with a secret that threatens to turn the Cody house inside out.

Watch Your Mouth

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Wife!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name, wife!reader Genre: Protective husband, dark romance, domestic tension, Cody family violence Warnings: Violence, implied assault/threats, misogynistic comments, protective Pope, established relationship, child present, restaurant setting, Andrew Cody handling things the Andrew Cody way Summary: Andrew Cody is trying to have a normal dinner with his wife and daughter. He really is. But when some asshole outside the restaurant opens his mouth about the wrong woman, Pope sends his girls to the car and takes the man somewhere quiet to teach him some manners.

Dress How You Want, Baby, I Can Fight

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x girlfriend!Reader Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim Warnings: Bar harassment, unwanted touching, protective boyfriend, bar fight, canon-typical Cody violence Summary: You wear what you want to Deran’s bar. Some guy thinks that means he can put his hands where they do not belong. Andrew disagrees.

Cuddle Me Before I Do Something Stupid

Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x bratty!Reader Inspiration: Loosely based on “CUT UP” by SAILORR Warnings: Toxic-adjacent emotional tension, jealousy, trust issues, possessive undertones, arguing, criminal lifestyle references, intense kissing, hurt/comfort, soft Pope in his own way Summary: You see Andrew talking to another woman outside Deran’s bar and convince yourself you already know what it means. Andrew, unfortunately for you, knows exactly when you are trying to run before you can be left.

NOTES

Requests are open depending on my schedule, energy, and whether my brain latches onto the idea.

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Thank you again for being here and reading my silly little stories. It genuinely means a lot. This has been really fun.

⋆˙⟡ May Thirteenth ⟡˙⋆

➝ Jack gets a text from his wife that seems innocuous enough at first until he digs deeper into what she meant.

⋆˙⟡ July Nineteenth ⟡˙⋆

➝ You get clearance to go back to work and prepare for your return.

⋆˙⟡ July Twentieth ⟡˙⋆

➝ Your return to work has left Jack feeling more anxious than anticipated.

⋆˙⟡ July Twenty-Eighth ⟡˙⋆

➝ Being on separate shifts is wrecking Jack. He copes by checking on you as often as possible.

⋆˙⟡ July Twenty-Ninth ⟡˙⋆

➝ When you and Jack aren't healing properly, instead turning to co-dependency, you try to rectify the situation with drastic measures. Jack is not pleased.

⋆˙⟡ July Thirtieth ⟡˙⋆

➝ Your parents hadn't exactly unlearned the stigma surrounding mental health in older generations. Your brother is ready to defend you at every turn, but you have to stand up for yourself sometimes, too.

⋆˙⟡ July Thirty-First ⟡˙⋆

➝ Your night out with Trinity and Co. ends with Jack's phone blowing up.

⋆˙⟡ August First ⟡˙⋆

➝ Jack and Trinity discuss what happened back in May and find that having you in common may be worth more than either of them expected.

⋆˙⟡ August Third⟡˙⋆

➝ Trinity opens up to you about how she's been handling things, and you start to rethink where you should be sleeping.

⋆˙⟡ August Fourth ⟡˙⋆

➝ Jack can't wait to get you home; he just has to find you after your shift before he can.

⋆˙⟡ August Eighth⟡˙⋆

➝ Jack finally got you home; things look great. Your parents, however, always seem to know just what to say to bring you down.

⋆˙⟡ August Ninth⟡˙⋆

➝ When you spiral down a slippery slope, Jack does everything he can to help pull you out of it.

⋆˙⟡ August Twelfth⟡˙⋆

➝ Everyone at work has started to look at you differently, bu there are a few constants in your life you can always count on.

⋆˙⟡ August Thirteenth⟡˙⋆

➝ A horrible situation leads to a breakdown over your relationship with Jack.

⋆˙⟡ August Sixteenth⟡˙⋆

➝ Things finally feel like they're on the up-and-up for you and Jack. Still broken but working towards glueing all the pieces back together.

⋆˙⟡ August Sixteenth, Two-Thousand-Twenty-Seven ⟡˙⋆

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