You're not real, I love you: Jack Abbot X Male!Reader Masterlist
Summary: You, a 39 something year old man who streams and freelances for a living, move in with Jack Abbot late September 2025 after you see an ad for a room mate with ridiculously affordable rent in downtown Pittsburgh!
A/N: I'm not involved in the medical field, so I know absolutely nothing on what happens in the ER lol. Decided to go at this from an outsider perspective if that makes sense? Also contributing to the Jack x Male Reader \o/ LETS GET SOME GAY IN HERE!! (GROWN ASS YAOI)
!! This fic is written after the finale of Season 1. Stuff that happen in s2 might be alluded to somehow.
S/O to Jhae for helping me sort out Jack's timeline and Void for beta reading!!! <3
Credit to @snoopy-abbot-archives for the wonderful banner!
Tags: Grumpy!Jack, Roughly decade age gap, slow burn, GAY(Grown Ass Yaoi), eventual smut, slow burn, maybe some angst(please look forward to it), Reader is implied to be Asian adjacent(I'm not projecting I swear
), tags will be updated as story progresses, PoV switching
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
Your brief visit to the Pitt certainly turned heads of several people. Occurring in this chapter here. Written in Robby's PoV!
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Summary: 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.
Word Count: 2,155
A/N: Yes you read the title and tag right o3o This chapter features the one and only Brendon Park ;) Per this arc title, all the build up is "buffering" so to speak. Trust the process!! We'll get to jack x reader reall soon ;)
There a bunch of quick PoV switches this chapter (cause I felt like it)
Lastly... a huge thank you to @snoopy-abbot-archives for betaing this chapter ^.^!
Series master list here
WARNING. SMUT NEAR THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! 18+ ONLY MDNI
Content: Reader gives someone a blow job, Onlyfans mention
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."
You stood there puzzled long after Brendon left. Half pleased and half confused. Abbot's a lucky man? Jack admitted he's a widow and you've seen proof of his past marriage. Surely someone like him wouldn't have the hots for you?
Summary: John Shen brings you a 48-ounce Dunkin' iced latte; fake marriage paperwork is discussed; and Jack Abbot discovers his girlfriend has a work husband.
Warnings: Established relationship, workplace teasing, jealous-but-not-really jealous Jack, Shen, and Reader being absolute menaces, fake marriage pact, excessive Dunkin, one deeply offensive sweet coffee beverage, no real angst.
Author’s Note: This is pure nonsense, and I love it. Jack is secure in his relationship, but unfortunately, his girlfriend and her work husband have paperwork, annual reviews, and a beverage vessel. Pray for him. Thank you @jennataurus for the idea!
Xoxo, Del
Jack saw Shen before he saw the drink. That was his first mistake. Shen walking into the emergency department was not unusual. Shen walking into the emergency department with that particular expression on his face was.
Too calm. Too neutral. Too deliberately innocent.
Jack narrowed his eyes from the other side of the nurses’ station.
Then he saw what Shen was carrying.
For one brief and terrible second, Jack thought it was medical equipment.
Then he saw the ice. Then he saw the straw.
Then he saw your face light up like Shen had walked in carrying a diamond ring, a rescue puppy, and a winning lottery ticket.
“Oh my god,” you said, already abandoning your chart. “You got it.”
Shen set the container on the counter with the solemn care of a man presenting evidence in court. “Blueberry Cobbler Iced Latte. Forty-eight ounces.”
You pressed both hands to your chest. “John.”
Jack looked at the bucket. Then he looked at Shen. Then he looked at you.
“No,” Jack said.
You turned toward him, smiling. “You don’t even know what this is.”
“I know enough,” Jack replied.
“It’s the bucket,” you said, like that explained anything.
“It is not a bucket,” Shen said.
Jack stared at him. “It absolutely is.”
“It’s a beverage vessel.” Shen corrected.
Jack stared at him. “It has a handle.”
“That doesn’t make it a bucket,” Shen grumbled.
You leaned over the counter and kissed Shen’s cheek. Jack went still. Shen went very still, too, but not because he was nervous.
No.
Because he knew.
Jack watched Shen’s mouth twitch once before he smoothed his expression back into something infuriatingly calm.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly.
Shen nodded. “Of course.”
Jack pointed between you and Shen. “Don’t love that.”
You blinked at him. “What?”
“The cheek kiss,” Jack answered.
Shen looked down at the drink. “It was a gratitude kiss.”
Jack’s eyes shifted to him. “Dunkin.”
Shen’s brows lifted. “Is that me?”
Jack nodded once, “It is now.”
You pressed your lips together. Jack knew that face. He loved that face. He also knew that face meant you were about thirty seconds away from making his life worse on purpose.
“Jack,” you said gently.
“No,” Jack said. “You don’t get to ‘Jack’ me when Dunkin just walked in with forty-eight ounces of sugar and got kissed for it.”
Shen glanced down at the container. “It does have two straws.”
“That makes it worse,” Jack replied.
You picked up one of the straws with reverent fingers. “It’s for sharing.”
“With your boyfriend?” Jack said, jerking his head in John’s direction.
You smiled. “With my work husband.”
Jack’s jaw tightened. There it was. Shen took one small, thoughtful step closer to you, like a man approaching a live wire just to see what would happen.
Jack watched him do it. He watched you notice. He watched both of you decide, silently and instantly, to be problems.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said. “Your what?”
“My work husband,” you said, very seriously.
Shen nodded once. “It’s an administrative title.”
“Administrative,” Jack repeated.
“Very little romance involved,” Shen said.
Jack stared at him. “Very little?”
You touched Jack’s chest. “Jack, be fair. John and I have survived a lot together.”
Jack looked between the two of you and inhaled slowly through his nose.
He was a grown man. A physician. A professional. He had handled trauma bays, impossible calls, mass casualties, and patients who thought WebMD had more authority than medical school. He was not going to let two adults and a container of dessert coffee dismantle him in the middle of his emergency department.
You slid the bucket toward Shen. “First sip goes to the provider.”
Jack’s head turned. “Provider?”
“He provided the bucket,” you said.
Shen took the straw with grave dignity. “I accept this responsibility.”
Jack watched him take a sip.
You leaned in, eyes bright. “Well?”
Shen considered it for a moment. “Sweet.”
You nodded. “Expected.”
“Artificial blueberry,” Shen said.
“But fun artificial?” You asked.
Shen took another sip. “Aggressively fun.”
You pointed at him. “That’s what I thought.”
Jack stared. “You haven’t even tasted it yet.”
You gave Jack a look, “I know John’s palate.”
Jack went still again.
Shen lowered the straw. “You walked into that one.”
“I did not walk into anything,” Jack said.
You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Are you jealous of John’s palate?”
“No,” Jack replied immediately.
Shen tilted his head. “He seems jealous of my palate.”
Jack pointed at him. “You are on thin ice.”
“Appropriate,” Shen said, glancing at the bucket. “Given the beverage.”
You made a sound like you were trying not to choke.
Jack looked down at you. “Do not laugh at that.”
You covered your mouth. “I’m not.”
“You are,” Jack said.
You pointed to Shen and said, “I’m being supportive of my work husband’s humor.”
Not yet, he told himself. It is too early in this shift to ask God for intervention.
When he opened them, you were holding the straw toward him.
“Try it,” you said.
Jack shook his head, “No.”
“One sip.” You implored.
Jack’s brow furrowed. “I already know I’m going to hate it.”
“That’s not very scientific,” Shen said.
Jack didn’t look away from you. “Dunkin, I am not discussing the scientific method with you over a bucket of sugar milk.”
You lifted the straw another inch. “For me?”
Jack looked at your face. That was unfair. Everything about your face was unfair. He sighed like a man accepting his own execution, leaned down, and took the smallest sip possible. His face changed immediately.
You brightened. “Well?”
Jack swallowed with effort. It was worse than he expected. It was sweet in a way that felt personally aggressive. It tasted like someone had taken a blueberry muffin, drowned it in melted ice cream, panicked, and added more sugar.
Jack looked at both of you. “Well, that’s horrific.”
You gasped. “Jack.”
Jack grimaced, “It tastes like someone liquefied a blueberry muffin, panicked, and added more sugar.”
Shen took the bucket back and considered that. “Not inaccurate.”
You pointed at him. “Do not side with my actual boyfriend against me.”
Jack’s head turned. Actual boyfriend. That helped. He hated that it helped.
He was not jealous of John Shen. He was not jealous of the drink. He was not jealous of the cheek kiss, the work husband title, or the fact that Shen apparently had a detailed working knowledge of your coffee preferences. Jack was simply opposed to nonsense.
That was all.
You smiled up at him. “Yes. Actual boyfriend.”
Shen lifted one hand. “Work husband acknowledges the hierarchy.”
Jack looked at him. “Temporary husband.”
Shen blinked. “I don’t remember agreeing to temporary.”
“You don’t need to agree,” Jack replied.
Shen frowned, “I feel like I should.”
“You shouldn’t,” Jack said.
You took the bucket back from Shen. “For legal accuracy, the arrangement is currently suspended.”
Jack looked down at you. “The arrangement.”
You nodded solemnly. “Until further notice.”
“Or forty,” Shen added.
Jack’s gaze moved slowly back to him. “Excuse me?”
Shen took a careful breath, like he was about to present lab results. “If neither of us is married by the time we are forty, we’ve agreed to enter a mutually beneficial domestic partnership.”
You nodded. “For practical reasons.”
Jack stared at you.
“Tax benefits,” you said.
“Shared expenses,” Shen added.
“Emergency contact efficiency,” you said.
“Mutual tolerance,” Shen added.
Jack looked between you. “You rehearsed that.”
You and Shen said, “No,” at the exact same time.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. You smiled. Shen sipped the drink.
Jack looked toward the ceiling.
Dear God, he thought, then stopped himself. Not yet. He could still handle this.
“You’re not single,” Jack said.
You patted his chest. “I know.”
“So the pact is void.” Jack continued.
Shen lifted one finger. “Suspended.”
Jack pointed at him. “Void.”
“Suspend—”
“Void.” Jack cut him off.
You sighed softly. “This is a difficult day for the marriage.”
Shen nodded. “We’ll need time to heal.”
Jack stared at the two of you. “Marriage.”
“Future potential marriage,” you clarified.
Jack frowned, “Not better.”
Ellis, who had been pretending not to listen from two feet away, slowly lowered her chart.
“Do I want to know?” Ellis asked.
“No,” Jack said.
“Yes,” you and Shen said together.
Jack looked down at you. You smiled up at him, bright and delighted and absolutely unrepentant.
Ellis’s eyes landed on the bucket. “Is that coffee?”
“Allegedly,” Jack said.
Shen lifted the container. “Blueberry Cobbler Iced Latte. Forty-eight ounces.”
Ellis blinked. “That sounds disgusting.”
Jack pointed at her. “Thank you.”
You gasped. “Ellis.”
Ellis glanced at Jack’s face, then at Shen, then at you. “Why does this feel like I walked in on something personal?”
“Because you did,” Jack said.
Shen shook his head. “It’s not personal. It’s a product review.”
Jack looked at him. “You announced a suspended marriage pact.”
Ellis looked delighted. “What else is in the paperwork?”
Jack pointed at her. “Do not encourage them.”
Shen cleared his throat. “There is the intimacy clause.”
Jack went completely still. Ellis’s chart lowered another inch.
“The what?” Jack asked.
“The intimacy clause,” you said, very seriously.
Shen nodded. “One night of passionate lovemaking per calendar year to maintain the marriage.”
Jack stared at him.
You nodded along solemnly. “For the health of the union.”
“And morale,” Shen added.
Jack’s head turned toward you. “Morale.”
“It’s important,” you said.
“Vital,” Shen agreed.
Jack pointed at the bucket. “Dunkin.”
Shen blinked. “Yes?”
“Never use the phrase ‘passionate lovemaking’ in a sentence about my girlfriend again.”
Shen considered him. “Would ‘annual intimacy maintenance’ be better?”
Jack looked at him, “No.”
You pressed your lips together. “Less romantic.”
Jack looked down at you. “You are not helping.”
“I’m grieving the clause,” you said.
Jack stared at you.
Ellis made a strangled sound behind her chart.
Shen took a slow sip from the bucket. “This is difficult for all parties.”
Jack closed his eyes. Dear God, grant me patience, Jack thought. Because if you grant me strength, Shen is not making it out of this emergency department.
Then Shen set the bucket down and hooked an arm around your shoulders. You did not miss a beat. You slid your arm around Shen’s waist and leaned into his side with a grave little nod. “Privacy would be appreciated during this difficult transition.”
Jack opened his eyes. Ellis’s mouth opened slightly.
Jack pointed between you and Shen. “Separate.”
You blinked at him. “What?”
“Immediately,” Jack said.
Shen looked down at you. "Our bond threatens him.”
“I am threatened by nothing,” Jack said.
You patted Shen’s stomach. “It’s okay. He’s processing.”
Jack’s jaw flexed. “You have three seconds.”
Shen’s arm stayed exactly where it was. “Before what?”
Jack smiled.
It was not a nice smile.
Shen removed his arm.
You removed yours too, biting your lip hard enough that Jack could see the fight not to laugh all over your face.
“Smart,” Jack said.
Shen picked up the bucket again. “For the record, that separation felt hostile.”
Jack looked at him. “Good.”
You let the moment hang for exactly one second. Then you slid right into Jack’s side, your body fitting against his like that was where you had meant to be the whole time.
Jack’s eyes dropped to you.
Your smile went soft and wicked at the same time. “Better?”
Jack held your gaze. He was still annoyed. He was still trying not to look pleased. He was still failing.
“Marginally,” he said.
You hummed and smoothed your hands over his scrub top. “Only marginally?”
His hand settled at your waist before he could pretend he wasn’t going to touch you. “You’re pushing it, sweetheart.”
You grinned. “Don’t worry, Jack. You’re hotter than him.”
Shen’s head lifted. “Rude.”
Jack didn’t look away from you. “Dunkin.”
“Yes?” Shen replied.
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Drink your muffin soup.”
You laughed into Jack’s chest. His mouth twitched despite himself, and his hand tightened gently at your waist.
“Better,” he admitted, quieter this time.
Ellis finally gave up pretending she was working. “Can I try the divorce coffee?”
Jack’s eyes shifted to her. For the first time since Shen walked in, Jack looked almost pleased.
“Divorce coffee,” he repeated.
You brightened. “Oh, that’s good.”
Shen nodded. “Accurate, but emotionally painful.”
“It is not emotionally painful,” Jack said. “It’s legally clarifying.”
Ellis held out a hand. “So can I try it?”
“Don’t,” Jack warned.
“Yes,” you and Shen said together.
Jack looked down at you. You smiled up at him, bright and delighted. Jack looked at the bucket. Then at Shen. Then at you. Then he exhaled slowly through his nose.
“Okay,” Jack said.
You blinked. “Okay?”
Jack nodded toward the other end of the nurses’ station. “You’re coming with me.”
Your mouth fell open, offended and delighted at the same time. “What?”
“I have been very patient,” Jack said.
“You have,” you said solemnly.
He continued, “I tried the muffin soup.”
“You did.” You agreed.
“I tolerated the cheek kiss,” Jack added.
You nodded, “You did.”
“I tolerated the work husband,” Jack said, almost with a grimace.
“Barely,” Shen said.
Jack pointed at him without looking away from you. “Temporary husbands do not get commentary.”
Shen nodded. “Understood.”
Jack looked back at you. “And now I’m taking my girlfriend ten feet that way so I can remember why I love her without Shen making tax comments.”
You glanced back at Shen, then at the bucket in his hand. Your face went dramatically mournful.
“No,” you whispered. “My husband. My coffee.”
Jack went completely still. Ellis made a sound behind her chart.
Shen looked down at you with grave sympathy. “I’ll miss you.”
Jack’s head turned slowly toward him. “Dunkin.”
Shen lifted one hand. “Right. Sorry.”
You pressed your lips together, shoulders shaking.
Jack looked down at you. “You are walking away with me, or I am confiscating the coffee.”
Your eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
“I absolutely would,” Jack replied.
You frowned, “You hate it.”
“I hate many things about this situation,” Jack said. “That has not stopped me yet.”
Shen hugged the bucket closer to his chest. “For the record, I object to seizure of communal property.”
“It is not communal property,” Jack said.
“It’s divorce coffee,” Ellis said.
Jack pointed at her. “Helpful.”
Ellis smiled. “Thank you.”
You slid your hand into Jack’s. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Jack’s fingers closed around yours. “Thank you.”
“But under protest.” You added.
Jack nodded once, “Noted.”
“And I want visitation rights.” You said.
Jack looked at you. “To Shen or the coffee?”
You looked genuinely torn. Jack’s eyes narrowed.
“The coffee,” you said quickly.
Shen nodded. “Hurtful, but wise.”
Jack tugged gently on your hand. “Move.”
You let Jack lead you away, still laughing under your breath. Halfway down the nurses’ station, you glanced back over your shoulder.
Shen mouthed, I miss you.
You coughed to hide your laugh.
Jack stopped walking. You froze.
He looked down at you. “What did he do?”
You replied quickly. “Nothing.”
Jack turned. Shen looked immediately busy with a chart, one hand still wrapped around the bucket.
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Dunkin.”
Shen did not look up. “Yes?”
“Do not make me come back there.”
Shen nodded, still not looking up. “Of course.”
Jack stared for another second, then turned back to you. You smiled up at him, innocent and hopelessly pleased. Jack shook his head, but his hand squeezed yours.
“You’re trouble,” he said.
Your smile brightened. “You love me.”
“I do,” Jack said.
You stepped closer, sliding your free hand up his chest again. “And I love you.”
Jack’s irritation loosened instantly. He hated how fast it happened.
No, he didn’t.
He loved it. Loved the way you could tug him out of himself with three words and one hand on his chest. Loved the way you smiled at him like he was exactly where you wanted to be, like Shen and the coffee and every ridiculous thing you had said were only funny because Jack was there to react to them.
“Even if John brings me forty-eight ounces of coffee,” you said.
Jack’s mouth twitched.
“Even if he’s my work husband.” You continued.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Former work husband,” you corrected.
Jack nodded once, “Better.”
You smiled and rose onto your toes, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re my actual everything.”
Jack went very still.
Behind you, Shen called, “Rude.”
Jack didn’t look away from you. For once, he didn’t even answer Shen. His hand slid more firmly around your waist, and his voice dropped low enough that only you could hear it.
“Yeah?”
You nodded, still smiling. “Yeah.”
Jack’s expression softened completely. Then he dipped his head and kissed you, quick but warm, like he couldn’t help it. When he pulled back, he looked almost annoyed with himself for melting so fast.
You grinned. “Better?”
Jack exhaled, thumb brushing once at your waist. “Much better,” he said.
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Summary: Jack short circuits seeing you fresh out of the shower ;)
Word Count: 1,208
A/N: Wow! Sorry for the long wait everyone! Had a month to move half across the country and just had spare time to finish this chapter. I would have made this a bit longer but didn't feel like it would feel right. Tried my best to make Jack emotional constipated, but not sure if I nailed it right :< Let me know in the comments!
Song sang at beginning is IN0RI's cover of milet's Anytime Anywhere :D
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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!"
The way you positively beam in excitement, it easily dispels the gloom and ache Jack held from his previous shift. Jack chuckles amusingly to himself. Just like his husband, you had a way to make him feel better even without knowing.
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