KT_Arima

Chapter List:

Arc 1: Stream loading

Chapter 0: Souvenir

A brief glimpse of Jack through the years at PTMC. Living with the grief of husband he couldn't love in time. Then one day in 2019, Jack is introduced to Twitch from his therapist and comes across your channel.

Chapter 1: My room mate can't possibly be this hot?!

Days after the hell shift that was Pittfest, Jack comes back home that morning to see a tall , strikingly handsome man waiting at his front door. Jack doesn't quite give the best first impressions.

Chapter 2: Night Discovery

It's been a few days since you've settled into Jack's place. Then one evening as you're cooking up a mid-stream snack, someone comes to Jack's house and it's not Jack

Chapter 3: What a new bed can truly do

Jack's loose, slightly loose drunken lips lead him to buying an item he deems essential to your bedroom. Anything to not have you sleeping on the bare floor at night. You can't help but notice that you and Jack might have things in common.

Arc 1.5: Stream Buffering

Chapter 4: Don't forget October 3rd(1/?)

Help. Foreign word in So when you arrive at PTMC for him, something stirs in Jack's heart and stomach. It doesn't help Jack that it's on a day Jack holds dear to him; and one that haunts him. Can Jack lie to himself that he doesn't see ████ in you?

Chapter 5: Think my pecs are a good pillow? (2/?)

Jack short circuits seeing you fresh out of the shower ;)

Chapter 6: Sharks love night time popsicles (3/?)

Jack's occupied with managing a hectic night shift on the Pitt floor and calls upon you to deliver an essential item to him. The hand off should go easily.. that is until a certain ortho surgeon catches his eyes on you. Also, identify theft is no joke.

ToD (Text on Demand) Archive

Supplementary SMAU for Pitt characters and reader in between chapters :D

[01]: Charisma check failed succeed

October 10th, 2025 7:40 P.M; your room

"Alright chat. Think RNG jesus gonna play in my favor?" You speak into your mic. Fridays were your teaching days for any players wanting to clear high end content. "Pleasee RNG jesus, give me streamer privilege." You plead half jokingly. A recent patch released a Monster Hunter collaboration and the mount drop is freaking adorable.

Where_my_FF7_remake: Nah! RNG jesus isn't on your side this time!

Gacha_King: Believeeeee

TyroDidNothingWrong: He kinda carried the party. Streamer def deserves it!

While you're talking to your audience and about to queue in for another run, your phone vibrates with a notification. There aren't a whole lot of people you talk to while you're streaming but it's a notification from the man himself.

"One moment chat."

**

PTMC

Maybe old age is creeping up on him. Jack can count on one hand how many times he's left something important at home. A week of training for the EMS physician position tanked his energy levels; not that sleepless nights are completely foreign to him.

The Pitt swarming with patients tonight and unfortunately prevents the night attending from leaving. Then he remembers you and both of your moped and e-bike. The time on his phone reads 19:30. Right around this time you're streaming. Jack knows your streaming schedule like the back of his band, but well it's an emergency.

**

Jack: Should be in my room.

Jack: Its black and silver.

"Hey sorry chat. I'll be afk for a bit." You put your current live stream on pause and head into Jack's bedroom. This marks your first time stepping foot into Jack's personal space.

The door creeks open. His room is nearly pitch black. Your hands scramble for a light switch.

"Now if I was a stethoscope, where would I be hiding?" You quickly comb through the space. His space is clean. Immaculate even. You slide open the closet and it's rows of dark colored scrubs, t-shirts and cargo pants. "Here I thought I had questionable fashion choice.Huh?What's this?" Among the rows of Jack's identical clothing were clothes that appears a size bigger. It smells distinctively different from his belongings. Strange it's only you and Jack living here.

You check one of his night stand drawers. Sliding it open, you see it. "Ah hah! There you are." You're about to text Jack back when your gaze lands on a small photo frame. It's Jack. Well a slightly younger one with auburn like color and a man. Both were wearing military uniforms and the other man is passionately kissing Jack. Oh.Oh!

Then you notice rings on both of their fingers. Oh. This must be…

"Nope.Not snooping." You mumble to yourself.

**

To Jack's surprise, your response come quick. Huh? Emergency or emergency emergency? What the fuck does that mean?

"Ooh! What's this? Abbot talking to someone new?" A voice pipes up from behind Jack. "Honestly about time." Parker Ellis comes around to the nurse station.

"Ellis." Jack sighs. "No it's not."

"Uh huh. Not alot of things leaved you stumped. What they'd say?"

"I don't know. What's the difference between emergency and emergency emergency?"

Ellis peers over at Jack's phone. "Whoever you're talking to, texts like Shen." She laughs. "Ask them Abbot."

Ellis lets out a low whistle. "Damn Abbot. Do you have someone on speed dial or something? Also muscle head?"

"Ellis." Jack tiredly sighs, trying to hide his growing embarrassment. "Go tend to your patients."

"Fine.You're no fun Dr. Abott." Ellis huffs and sulks away.

The mere thought of you in a trauma bay sickens him.

"Muscle head." Lena perks up from beside Jack. "Not that one hunk who came by last week during hand offs was it?"

Fuck. Nothing gets past charge nurses. "No." Jack feels Lena's unamused pointed glare without having to look in her direction.

"Uh huh." Lena simply scoffs.

**

Bzzzzzzzz... putt-putt... pfft.

The sounds of a uneventful ride to the ER soon transform into the boiling pot of PTMC's waiting room. Christ. It's equally busy from your previous visit.

"We've been here since 1pm!" An elderly lady complains.

"Dad! I'm hungry!" A child complains, shifting uncomfortably in their seat.

Tap.Tap.Tap. You anxiously stand in line.

Cramped spaces weren't your favorite. Spaces having more bodies than it can handle causes you to scan the space for escape routes. Perhaps if you had googled PTMC prior to leaving, you'd bring a pair of ear buds. "I would not be surprised if people working here develop tinnitus."

"Next!"

"Hi! Sorry it's me again, Jack Abbot's room mate. Not injured." You quickly state. Reaching in your cross body bag, you pull out Jack's stethoscope. "I'm here to hand off Dr.Abbot's stethoscope. He said to leave it with the charge nurse?" You show the clerk the messages.

A security officer standing behind the clerk perks up. "You must be Jack's VIP. Come on through man."

Huh? "Sorry VIP?" The ER's entrance door beeps open.

"Hey! Why does he get to cut in line?!" Someone loudly complains.

"Beats me! Someone gave me the status!" Very important person though? That's stretching the title of being Jack's room mate.

"Whoops..sorry..excuse me..pardon..!" You weave through the busy stream of doctors and patients. Unfortunately your towering height and built frame makes it impossible to not bump into a few people.

"You must— Room 10 is open… be the one who here to deliver Jack's stethoscope." The nurse speaks loud at you when you approach the familiar hub.

"That obvious huh? I'm gonna bill Jack for this last minute delivery of one missing stethoscope. " You chuckle.

The nurse, Lena from a quick glance at her badge, looks at the stethoscope in hand and at you. She huffs. "Go hand it to Dr. Abbot. Busy handling this show."

"He told me to leave it with the charge nurse?"

You swear you see Lena's mouth twitch into a teasing smirk. "That's not me. Dr.Shen, what room is Dr. Abbot in?"

Slurp. The man puts back a tablet in the charging station and look up at you and Lena. "Room 20." Shen squints at you, his eyes scanning you. "You can't be Muscle head right?"

"Eh?" You utter. "I didn't hear that wrong. Muscle head?"

Lena and Shen exchange a knowing silent talk with their expressions. Something you weren't privy too. Shen scampers away.

"Well don't just stand there. You heard the man. Room 20."

"Wh—" You stutter and sigh. "Guess I'll add back Grab delivery driver back to my resume." Grumbling to yourself.

* You arrive at Room 20. The curtain closed to protect the patient's privacy. Standing there anxiously, you weren't sure if it's appropriate to intrude. Especially when you can hear tense voices.

"…can't believe I was called in for this..!" A male voice grunts out.

Another man sighs reluctantly, Jack's. "Dr. Park…let's take care of our patient here…"

Shit. You couldn't stay for too long! There still a stream you have to finish! Clearing your throat… "Dr.Abbot? It's me."

The curtain slides open. "Didn't I tell you to leave it with the charge nurse?" Jack questions.

"Who's the charge nurse?" You hand Jack his stethoscope. Your eyes land on the doctor Jack is talking to and the patient. Dr. Park clearly looks done with everything, his expression cold and sharp.

Dr. Park's grim stare lands on you. Oh if looks could kill.

"Apologies for the interruption." You speak to both the patient and Dr. Park. Your attention doesn't leave Park. He's almost as tall as you but you couldn't help but admire his physique.

"Woah…there's three fucking DILFs in this room. Am I in heaven?" The patient mumbles.

"Emily!" An older lady quips. "Sorry she didn't mean to say that out loud. Must be the medicine she's on haha…" The lady weakly apologizes.

You laugh. "Not the first nor last I assure you." Glancing over at Park, his eyes alert , cheeks slightly red and mouth partially open in surprise.

Jack coughs."Lena. Thanks again."

You blink."Eh?You mean-?" Damn it! Lena fooled you like child's play.

"You two know each other?" Jack asks, looking between you and Dr. Park.

Dr. Park flinches, clears his throat as he schools his expression back to normal. "No."

"I guess we do now?" You chuckle. "In any case. I'll be heading back and billing you for this delivery." Clasping your hands on Jack's shoulders. "Hope your shift goes smoothly Jack." You beam before turning to leave.

* You're about to turn on your moped and leave PTMC when your phone vibrates with a new notification. This wasn't any normal notification. It's your… Onlyfans notification.

Tommy🔥: Woah hot stuff. Didn't realize you live in Pittsburgh of all places now.

"What the fuck?" You whip your head around, scanning the area. No one. The username is immediately familiar. Tommy. One of your dedicated fans. They've been following you for the better half of five years. Strange. Ever since starting OF, discretion felt important. It's not exactly rocket science for someone to discern you in a crowd.

You: Hey Tommy. Yeah I do now. Did I see you in the ER or something?

Your Pay Per Videos covered a decent chunk of your income and this Tommy consistently paid you for PPV like nothing. Maybe they work here?

Tommy🔥: Yeah you did. Walked in mid consultation with Dr. Abbot.

Consultation?With Jack? Wait. Your mind rewinds a couple minutes. That's Tommy?! Jesus christ. Something didn't check out though

You: I heard Dr. Park though 🤨

Tommy🔥: My actual name yeah. Listen. I'm clocking out and need a blow job. Meet me on the eighth floor. I'll make it worth while.

You laugh. Booty calls of all possibilities. In this day and age, hooking up with curios or down low people were common. Man someone like Dr.Park? He must be seriously packing. Would it be worth canceling your stream?

You: Think you can compensate me for calling it short on my stream? I know you can handsome ;)

Tommy🔥: Drive a hard bargain hot stuff. I'll double whatever you say. I just need to feel your lips on my cock.

After Tommy's message, a photo next appears. In it is Dr. Park's half erect cock in his pants. "Oh what the fuck?" You drool as your fingers tap away.

You: On my way!

**

"You were not kidding about this floor being abandoned." You huff, creeping quietly into the room. While it wasn't dingy, the cobwebs and barely lit room certainly showed the last time this room had use. "Park was it?"

"Brendon is fine." Brendon grasps your wrists and pulls you in closer. His deep blue eyes gazing into yours. "You know what to —-oh fuck!" Brendon breathlessly moans. He looks down and you're palming his hard on.

"Aye aye. I'm on it." You joke, dropping to your knees and tug down Brendon's pants. "No one at home to help?" Cooing as you leave trailing kisses from the head of Brendon's cock and down Brendon's twitchy length.

"No." Brendon rests his hands on my head. "Holy fuck. Worth it!"

Inch by inch, Brendon's cock disappears into your mouth and down your throat. Fuck. Brendon's cock is more on the girthy side. Your nostrils in and exhale.

Wet, sloppy sounds echo the room as Brendon desperately face fucks you. "I know you can handle it hot stuff…you've shown me..yes! Like that!" Brendon utters. His knees buckle , hands gripping harder on your head as Brendon tries to keep himself from collapsing.

"Shit!Fuck handsome…I'm..!" Brendon gasps out. One moment his cock is filling your entire mouth and the next you feel an emptiness. "CuMi—" Streaks of cum splatter across your face, beard and glasses.

"How'd you like that Brendon?"

"That was fucking am—oh shit!" Brendon's body quivers. He had recieved much needed release and you're stroking his half-mast cock with his cum."God I want more…" Brendon breathes out. He rummages through his bag and hands you a small towel. "Clean up." Brendon orders.

*

"Abbot's one lucky man." Brendon comments. "Live with him?"

Handing back Brendon's towel. One eyebrow raises. "Yeah. He came to my rescue with cheap rent." You jest. "What do you mean by lucky?"

Brendon scoffs. "You can't be serious. If I had someone like you living with me and the boys, I'd go crazy not to be near you."

"Thanks?"

"Either you're unaware or —" Baby Shark fills the room. Brendon scrambles for his phone and answers the call "Yes son. I'll be home soon" He mutters then looks at you again. "I'll catch you later. Thanks again."

October 3rd, 2025 2:00 P.M, Jack's house - Guest Bathroom

"… I won't waste a moment more, I'd treasure each day by your side…" You hum a particular song while taking a quick shower. What better way to get rid of uneasiness than warm water? "On painful days so lost and alone. The ache inside my chest may be the proof. That I was ever in this life with you."

Squeak. Squeak.

Hopping out of the shower, you grab the nearest towel to dry yourself off. "Although the ending's still untold. And there's no guarantees for us to hold…" You tie the towel around your waist. "I'm whispering our lullaby for you to come back hom—- gack!" High notes were never your specialty, but that never stopped you from trying.

You're about to head out when your body makes contact with something solid. Like a wall. Nani the fuck? You peer down and…it's not something. Rather it's someone. And that someone is Jack; who's face is currently resting in between your pecs.

"Oop! Didn't see you there Jack." Half stammering out in embarrassment when you pull back. "Didn't expect you to come back so early."

Jack looks up at you, face and ears creeping a shade of red. "W-why are you half naked in our home?" He blurts out, voice slightly raspy.

"Uh… Shower?" You jerk a thumb to the freshly foggy mirror. Upon second glance, you notice Jack's wearing reading glasses; magnifying his dashing hazel eyes. "You have really nice eyes…" Uttering softly but you pick up on the slight puffiness in his eyes. "Are you okay Jack?"

"No." Then he blinks and clears his throat. "I mean, yes. I'm fine. Listen. I need to talk to you about what happened today." Jack licks his lips and tries to maintain eye contact with you. "Today's a rough day for me. And while I appreciate you for going out of your way—" Jack sighs. "Can you put on a fucking shirt please? I'll be… in the living room."

You chuckle. "Only cause you said please."

Minutes felt like an eternity as Jack sat on the couch, contemplating his life decisions.

"Had an entire conversation planned and that all went poof!" Jack curses internally. He's a man of action when it involves plans; cutting out the unnecessary crap and narrowing down on what's required.

Well whatever Jack had structured in his mind, immediately crumbled when he felt his face smooshed in between your well developed, plush and hairy pectorals.

The height difference certainly playing in Jack's demise favor. Naked bodies shouldn't faze Jack as much; a common sight in the ER. Something in him throbs at the sight of you, freshly out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around your waist. God. If his husband were here…

"I knew you'd have a type."

"Oh fuck off." Jack grumbles to no one in particular.

"Fuck off where exactly?" You interject suddenly. "What's all this?"

Your voice brings Jack out of his thoughts. Fucking hell! How the hell are you this quiet? "Care package from" Jack gulps, fingers grazing his ring. "relatives."

Some of the box's content laid on the coffee table. "Heee…" Jack hears you say something in some foreign language while inspecting the box. "Oh! Snacks from down south! And… ingredients for tacos? Too bad it ain't Tuesday." You chuckle before sitting next to Jack. "So about today?"

"Yeah. I..." Jack gulps. There were a million things he wanted to confess but his mind was else where. "don't like surprise visits when I'm working. Appreciate the sentiment. Food was good." Jack forces himself to look at you. Your half amused and confused expression told him alot. "I'm a widow." Jack states plainly. "Today marks his passing."

Your expression is very telling. "Oh!Uh…well damn. That sucks. Not the husband part!" You quickly add on. "I've been meaning to ask,but better to let you tell me yourself."

That reaction surprises Jack. Call it a byproduct of his years in the military. Jack's used to obscuring the fact that he's bonded to another man whenever the question arises. He absolutely knows which way you swing thanks to watching your streams over the years. Jack huffs. "Yeah. It sucks." Especially for him. Especially now that Jack is living with you; effortlessly making Jack feel like a god damn teen again. A fate he resigned to never experience again.

"How did he live?" You inquire gently.

So lost in his grief, Jack doesn't fully comprehend your question and shakes his head. "I lost him almost a decade now . Once same sex marriage legalized in Pennsylvania, we… made it official." Outside of a select few, Jack rarely divulges details about him. "Both of us, in our prime, were fucking over the moon. But he—" Small tears form and begin to drip down Jack's cheek."Fuck! I can't—I don't need to burden you with this." Jack reaches for his crutches and tries his best to quickly escape. Fuck! It felt real. Too real for Jack's liking.

"Jack?!" He hears you call out to him.

"It's nothing!" Jack shouts back without looking at you. Fuck! He desperately desires to be near you, but he forces himself away. He hears your footsteps, practically feeling the warmth radiating off from you. Fucking tall people with long legs. "One more thing. I'll be busy with EMS. I won't be around for awhile."

"EMS?Oh like Eeemms!"

"Y-yeah? I guess." Jack huffs out half-confusingly.

You chuckle. "Sorry. Youtuber reference. In any case …There's one thing I can provide for comfort."

Jack bristles slightly. "I don't need your pity."

"Not that Jack." You sigh. "A hug."

"I" A hug sounds so fucking good right now. "don't need a hug." Jack huffs out.

You step to the side and face him; bending your knees slightly so now you two are face level."Do you want one?" You ask gently.

Jack stares at you. Maybe it's an advantage that you were so expressive and so genuine with your feelings. He nods. "Okay. Just one man." Jack gruffs out. A simple hug. Should help distract him from the pain and — woah! One moment he's standing and the next hovering off the ground a few inches. How fucking strong were you?! This marks the first time Jack is close to you… or anyone in general. Jack audibly inhales. The fresh smell of your body wash?Cologne?Fuck it smells so heavenly. He reluctantly hugs back, but Jack can't resist resting his face on your shoulder.

God. When's the last time Jack felt this secure?Safe? He didn't want this to end when you reluctantly lower Jack back down. Your thumb swipes away a stray tear.

"Better?"

Jack's lips quiver into a brief grin. "Doesn't erase the years of grief…but yeah, better. We can make use of the care package later." He mumbles out.

"Hell yeah! Always in the mood for tacos!"