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widower!jack abbot x nurse!reader

synopsis: registered nurse, yn, has been giving the night attendant, jack abbot, a hard time and abbot cant help but take it to heart. he confronts her, which unlocks a pile of worms they're willing to dig through.

warnings: suicidal thoughts from reader. both reader and jack suffer from ptsd. jack is a widower. mention of child loss and fatal labor. mention of abuse from reader. mentions of suicide. brief mentions of sex and masturbation. reader is mean to abbot and is a stalker. abbot is a secret pervert with erectile disfunction. reader is also a secret pervert. both reader and abbot struggle sexually as both are on SSRIs. abbot compares reader to his dead wife. pull and tugging from both sides. reader is a virgin.

pt three. I pt four. I pt five.

the ride there was quiet. across the hospital was a dunkin, you thought you could’ve gone there but, jack insisted that the coffee shop by his place was better. local. owned by two sisters. and he promised to drop you off afterwards since it meant you would be missing your bus.

you took in the scent of his car. it was a black truck, in mint condition. he couldn’t have bought it more than a month ago. it smelled like brand new leather, hint of lemon from the car refresher that dangled by the rear view mirror. along with a hint of mint from the gum stored in the glove department.

the music jack had on was low and you couldn’t identify any of the songs. it was rock, old school shit. you had a feeling if you asked him he would mumble something about these being classics— songs he listened to as a kid.

speaking of jack, you took notice of the way his jawline was on a softer side. maybe if he cocked his head to the side, the bone would protrude against his thin skin. it was flattering— to have a small jawline as a man.

he probably noticed your glances, given the way he sucked his teeth in and tapped his hands against the wheel, nodding to the bass of the music. you had a sneaky suspicion that he was showing off. your mind unfortunately wandered.

you turned your attention to him fully. “why do you still wear that?” your eyes were on his ring. you immediately regret your question, the way his hands tightens over the steering wheel.

“Gives me hope. relief.. she was the light of my life. she still is, and the ring just provides that.” jack shrugs, his body relaxing. “plus, it keeps patients from flirting with me. well. most of the time.”

and you smile by that answer. you remembered seeing abbot’s wife one or twice before the incident. she was the most beautiful woman you could ever imagine. it didn’t help that her personality was equally as beautiful. you spoke to her once, she came in for pain. she was sure it wasn’t anything serious, just that she was getting closer to the due date and the baby was reckless. you remember her offering to feel her belly. you looked at her confused as you already checked brefiely when she couldn’t quite pin point where the pain was. she shook her head, “no silly. do you want to feel him kick? he’s kicking right now.” you did. it was a tender moment.

“lucky charm?” you ask.

he hums in agreement. that’s what they called his wife. abbots lucky charm. every kiss goodbye before a shift meant he would have a great shift. the night crawlers would have a sense of courage. it left everyone at ease.

when she passed away along with the baby, shifts were thick. unbearable. abbot took a short leave to mourn, obviously. but he only came back a week later and acted like nothing had happened. but everyone knew by the way he snapped occasionally and would disappear more often.

you remember mentioning it once to your therapist. with your anxiety, you tend to think you were a curse, the opposite of a lucky charm; bad luck charm. one day you were spiraling, it was a tough shift and you confined to her. “everything just gets fucked and its my fault. im terrible. like- like how i took care of my nephew only for him to be in foster care.. like my neighbors’s dog i pet sat only to die two weeks later. and then i touched abbot’s wife and their baby— and then they die?! its not just that like— its like the universe doesn’t want me to be happy. any ounce of happiness, there’s always something bad that bounds to happen. i get really happy and then i catch myself because i know something horrible is going to happen. like a cycle— it happens! i think im like.. i don’t know— like i need to die to bring peace in the world? thats weird to say right? i dont want to die.”

best believe you were admitted the next day. it was voluntary. you only stayed for forty eight hours. apparently you were causing a psychotic episode, which induced cloudy judment and disorganized thinking. they put you on quite a few medications that time.

abbot slamming his door shut pulls you from your thoughts. you rubbed her hands on your scrubs before unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for the door, only to realize it was already opened by abbot. he was watching you get yourself together. “you okay?”

you nod, stepping out. he grabbed your hand since it was a drop. you snatch your hand away from him, he looks a bit hurt but it quickly goes away and he closes the door behind you.

“Iced chai, yeah?”

you smile, “right. iced chai latte. almond milk.”

his face scrunches together, “almond milk?”

“yeah. im not lactose intolerant or anything.. but i have IBS. dairy and sodas really effect me.”

he nods. “ah.. you like almond milk? compared to other milks.” he asks as he guides you inside the coffee shop.

“yes. almond milk and coconut milk are my go-to’s.”

abbot nods. he walks up to the counter and orders an iced coffee for himself, and a iced chai latte— with almond milk— for you. you were surprised that the drinks were pretty cheap. you two moved aside to the pick up counter. you watched the drinks being made while abbot was looking down at you. you of course, felt his gaze on you.

“i never really seen you with your hair down before. you have healthy hair. thick.”

you don’t know why but it felt like it was hard to breathe after his comment. maybe it was a compliment. he was simply pointing out your hair as you always kept it up when you were in the hospital. your hair was untamed. not in a bad way. you loved to have it out when you’re out, but it wasn’t ideal during a sterile work setting.

maybe that was it? he’s shocked to see your hair because it’s always in a tight bun. then why did it feel like you had something stuck in your throat.

it seems that abbot noticed, since he hovers over you— his eyes flickering from your hair to your face, taking note if your strained face. “You think keeping it in such a tight bun, it wouldn’t be so healthy.” he attempted to lighten the mood.

“you think by your hair you would have thin hair and a receded hairline.” you spat. not intentionally. it was just instinct for you. you look up at him, expecting him to tense up. your blood ran cold, praying he wasn’t offended or would do anything to you due to your crude words.

but he didn’t.

if anything he looked amused. a smug smirk on his face. it looked like he was almost proud of you? your eyebrows twist in confusion.

“i do have good hair don’t i? could you believe i was a brunette? though, my mother would tell me it was auburn.”

you watch in confusion. “auburn?”

“do you see bits of red?” he asks, tilting his head down, his chin meeting his chest.

you took in his salt and pepper curls. you noticed the tint of a orange brown, the strands that weren’t gray. it’s obviously brown, but there is a shift in hue. “uh.. yeah. a bit.”

he raises his head, “when i was a kid, every time my hair hit the sun, it looked orange. overtime though, it got darker. till it got to a dark brown. and now its all splotchy grays.”

your eyes wander from his hair to his face. “did the freckles come with age too?”

he chuckles, shaking his head. “nah. that— that i always had.” he gives a soft nod to the barista who slid the drinks on the counter. he picks up both drinks and takes the lead on finding the perfect spot to sit. a corner, between the wall and the glass. abbot sat with his back facing the glass, reassuring you that he’ll block the sunlight for you.

and he did. the outline of his trapezius muscles practically glowing from the sunlight was quite a sight to see. and when you sat, his body completely shadowed over you, sunlight didn’t hit your eyes at all. if he was shirtless, he’d look like some sort of deity. it made you almost starstruck.

he slides your chai latte over. you grabbed it and take a sip. it was good, you had better around your apartment. but then again, you will basically drink anything if it’s sweet enough. and you couldn’t really fuck up a iced chai latte.

abbot seemed to be enjoying his coffee. he lets out a sigh after taking a sip. then he leans forward and crosses his arms, resting them against the cold table, “well?”

you give a small smile, “it’s a pretty place. a good chai latte.”

he smiles. a big, proud smile. “would you come again?” you nod. he smiles wider, his teeth is even showing. “yeah?”

that low yeah went straight to your belly. your face hardens, you tense your shoulders and take a sip of your drink awkwardly. “yeah.” you repeated.

“well im glad.” he nods to himself. “so.. what does yn do when she’s not working?”

“do you really do nude yoga in the mornings?”

abbot chokes on his coffee. coffee sprays a bit. he grabs a napkin and places it on his lips as he sets the coffee cup down. he then wipes the table down and his hands. “no. robby said that?”

you nod. “are you spiritual?”

“more like whimsical. i meditate sometimes, and suddenly robby believes i opened my third eye and can see people’s aura or whatever..”

you tilt your head.

he looks at you, eyebrows raised slightly. “oh, are you?”

you pause. then shake your head. “i don’t really know. i have crystals.. to protect myself. my family is religious, culturally i am.”

“individually?”

“i don’t know.. i uh.” you mix your drink in a slow circle, “i wish i had the comfort in religion and beliefs. sometimes when im desperate enough, ill pray. do i believe it though? stuff like that? i want to.”

his expression softens. “when my wife died i felt the same. raised catholic. my wife was super religious. i had a hard time believing in anything after that. right now though, i believe in my wife and myself.”

and your heart cracks. you had so much regret towards everything at once. your lip quivered and you look down at your drink.

abbot immediately notices because he pushes his arms off of the table and clear his throat, “The only thing you need to believe in is you. everyday you just need to tell yourself, as long as im good at this one thing, its going to be okay. you understand, yn?”

you nod one. a tiny, pitiful nod. you feel like abbot probably thinks you look stupid right now. you couldn’t be further from the truth.

you didn’t know he was fighting the urger to cup your small face and wipe the tears that threatened to spill out of you away. to then pull your head to his lips, kiss your forehead and mumble sweet nothings until you were comfortable again. abbot was in serious trouble.

“so what does she do?”

you take a sigh. it never really occurred to you just how lonely you were. besides the occasional invites to hang out with a could of the girls from the hospital— as well as the weekly therapy sessions, you didn’t really do much.

you glance around, thought hard of what you did at home that didn’t sound boring. “besides doomscrolling, i guess i read a bit. i have a bookshelf at home. need to buy another.”

he gives you a lopsided smile. “that’s very typical of you. to be a reader. do you.. well, write?”

you shake your head, “just a reader.”

“not even like a diary?”

“nope.”

abbot squints his eyes, noticing your face was red. maybe it was because you almost cried in front of him. or maybe he was effecting you.

he looks over to the side, shaking his thoughts away. he looks down at you, “i made a mistake for wearing a black shirt.”

you look at him with a frown. what the fuck was he getting at?

then it clicked.

the sunlight clashing through the glass.

you abruptly stood up. “take me home.”

he looks at you, stunned. he really hopes you would reword your sentence. but he clears his throat and gets up, “don’t spill anything in my truck, kay? its brand new.”

you nod. “i could tell. and im not dirty. i have manners. i’ll wait to sip.”

abbot lets out a laugh, “no, i don’t think your dirty. i think you would be the type not to touch your drink until you got home. im telling you im giving you permission to relax and drink in the truck, just because careful. okay?”

“…okay.”

“atta girl.” he smiles, taking a sip of his coffee before opening the door for you. you walk out and wait. he understands you want to follow behind so he takes the lead and makes over to his truck.

atta girl. who the fuck does he think he is. and why the hell were you getting all warm and fuzzy from his words? you were annoyed, but couldn’t tell if you were upset with yourself for liking it or upset at him for even saying that.

whatever. you’ll think about it when you’re alone. for now you will keep your mouth shut and dissociate in his car.

author’s note : late upload IM SORRYYYY, i had a bad day at work 😓 it was killing my mood.

romcom where shawn plays a freshly divorced father, struggling to find the balance between taking care of his son and working now that his ex wife decided to move a state away due to a job offer. he hires a young nanny. his ex wife is flaunting her life near the coast, and he confied his jealousy to the nanny, who explains he could make her jealous back by posting that he’s in a relationship. she offers to be the decoy so he lingers a little to stage for photos. fast forward a little while and he is getting quite a few questions by his family, asking him to introduce her to them so now they have to fake a couple a in front of people..

romcom where shawn plays a retired boxer who currently drinks away his sorrows, feeling pity for himself because his one true passion is over due to a hip injury that makes him unable to do any sort of fighting. a manager from an upcoming popstar asks if he’s willing to do a bit of cameo for the star’s new music video. little does he know that the young popstar has a celebrity crush on him, watching his fights since she was little. she peruses him, helping him learn to feel young again.

romcom where shawn plays a regular at a coffee shop. he orders the same thing every time. until a new employee started working and messing up his go to order. despite the coffee not tasting the way he likes, he continues to go and buy it. on a notebook and pen, he rates the coffee daily, writing little notes about how “the coffee was too bitter, but its okay because her smile is sweet to stare at.” one day he leaves the small notebook behind, the employee finds it and keeps it to herself. she wonders how far he could go before he gives a complaint, so she starts to purposely mess up.

romcom where shawn plays a lonely man who getting over his rocky divorce. his friend sets him up on a blind date, a woman who just got out of a serious relationship. both have children. the date goes bad. they never talk again. he is obsessed with his personal garden. she is a freelance painter and moves in next door three months after their bad date. a few days later, she knocks on his door and asks if she could take pictures of his flowers to use as references for her painting.

widower!jack abbot x nurse!reader

synopsis: registered nurse, yn, has been giving the night attendant, jack abbot, a hard time and abbot cant help but take it to heart. he confronts her, which unlocks a pile of worms they're willing to dig through.

warnings: both reader and jack suffer from ptsd. jack is a widower. mention of child loss and fatal labor. mention of abuse from reader. mentions of suicide. brief mentions of sex and masturbation. reader is mean to abbot and is a stalker. abbot is a secret pervert with erectile disfunction. reader is also a secret pervert. both reader and abbot struggle sexually as both are on SSRIs. abbot compares reader to his dead wife. pull and tugging from both sides. reader is a virgin.

pt two. I pt three. I pt four.

season2 finale spoilers!

this time, you walked around the emergency department on edge. it wasn’t just you. the day shift had to stay in and finish charging since everything was down for hours. apparently a new nurse was assaulted, as well as a RN who got pinned and taken by ICE. you mumbled something about how weird this day was, you hate 4th of july.

all you can do is just distance yourself, hoping day shift carries their weird energy. you set your things on the desk, waving goodbye to perlah as she and the day shift go to the roof, wanting to watch the fireworks.

dana approaches you, telling you that they have a baby jane doe in peds whose in need of kinship adoption or foster to adopt.

you hesitate. of course you’re not actually considering, but the little babygirl in peds perked your interest. you always loved children, even considered the pediatric field. an abandoned new born baby sounded like the perfect patient to her.

now somehow and in someway, you make your way to peds in hopes of finding the nameless baby. however you see dr. robby holding her, crying.

you recall abbot texting you that robby was leaving for his sabbatical. perhaps this was in relation to that.

you knock softly, “hi, robby. everything okay?” you say in a soft tone. normally, you wouldn’t care, but because he’s holding a baby, you’re concerned.

he sets the baby down and turns off the music from his phone, wiping his tears. “shit, sorry yn. yeah, just been of a hell of a night. no sabbatical for me. maybe a cruise.”

you nod slowly. okay.. you don’t really care. not in the moment, at least. your eyes were now on the baby. “she’s adorable.”

he nods. “she’s in need of formula. i should actually get going, my shift was over awhile ago..” he chuckled.

you walk over to the crib, “it seems like you were bonding with her… dana is asking everyone if they want to a kinship foster. i was considering it but.. i think i wouldn’t be able to something so big alone.” you look at him, “you should consider it.” and you left.

now as much as you liked kids, are fond of them, and you are licensed to foster. but, you didn’t have the guts to do it alone. you only fostered one time, your nephew, for two weeks before surrendering him to a foster family.

abbot walks next to you following your speed before he waves you over to an empty room. you follow without thinking.

he closes the door, “you good?”

you frown, “uh yes..? nice to see you too?”

he shook his head, “i mean you were in peds. robby went to peds. is he still there?”

you nod, “he is. i think he likes baby jane doe.”

abbot’s eyebrows raise, “yeah, that’s.. so he’s okay, not-“

“i mean, i think he is choosing to live another day.” you explained.

“yeah, shit’s been hard for him today. louie died today actually... thanks for letting me know, kid.”

your face twisted at the mention of louie, a regular patient in the ER. “are you okay?”

jack purses his lips, a tic you notice he has, “i feel like a lot of weight was lifted off my shoulders. not about louie- i mean robby. dana was stressing me about him.” he breathes out a chuckle, “and to think its only the first two hours of my shift.”

you nod slowly, “you must’ve been worried about dr robby.”

he nods. “yeah, i was. i think he’s good now though. well, won’t kill himself. maybe he’ll consider wearing a helmet.”

your hands fiddle with the hem of your hoodie. you watch him, noticing his weight shifting towards the heel of his foot. “Well, i have patients to tend to.”

“No, wait.” he sighs, placing his hands behind his back as he steadies his weight in both legs. “Let’s hang out after the shift. i mean- would you like to hang out after the shift?”

you look at him, “why?”

abbot breathes out, similar to a laugh. he shakes his head, “my therapist told me hanging out with my troubled co worker could do me some good. i assume yours tells you all about exposure therapy.” there was some cheekiness with the last sentence, he’s confident that he’s right.

he is.

“what would we do? im not exactly exciting to hang around with.”

he smiles, “given its fourth of july, i wouldn’t want to stress you out. plus, i fucking hate fireworks. we could go to a convenience store, get those typical popsicles. walk around. i can take you home. i know you take the bus.”

your eyebrows furrow. you usually left the hospital after he did, so how did he know that? a big part of you wants to refuse, say no and go home. but the tiny bit thinks about what your therapist said, and you wondered if you’re ready to spend time with abbot outside of work. just as friends and not co workers. that tiny part in you made you curious. you nod, “ill pay you back via zelle.”

he nods, “you pay me next time i ask to hang out.”

“next time?”

“well, we’re friends now aren’t we? friends hang out more than once.”

you hesitate to respond. sure they do, but you didn’t have the strength to see him again alone. “Let’s play it by ear..”

he nods almost immediately, “yeah okay.”

“Also by the time we finish, it wont be fourth of july anymore, it will be early morning- why would we be eating popsicles?”

his eyebrows furrow, “okay, you like coffee? fuck- no you don’t. you like tea? we’ll stop by a cafe and i’ll get you a chai.”

“hot or iced?” you just want to be difficult. you want to see if he had a limit.

“Uh, iced i believe.” and he was correct.

you nod, “kay.”

synopsis: reader expresses leaving the state as well as old habits.

warning: smurf mentioned. pope is hesitant but gives in. pope has ocd. mention that pope and reader have trauma. medication mentioned.

you have your arms crossed, staring at pope with an unease smile. “I want to move.” you express as his expression hardens.

his eyes pull away from you before he looks at you again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that we need to find a better place to live, Andrew. Away from your mother.”

he does that thing with his mouth, tugging the corners of his lips as he thinks. “yeah.. yeah, i know. Where should we go?” he gives in, leaning against the kitchen counter.

you two were at your place. a cramped apartment. two weeks ago, you found out you were pregnant. of course, pope knew once he saw the pregnancy test sitting in the bathroom sink. he had stopped by your place to take a piss. he confronted you a few hours later, comforting you, reassuring you that he would be a good dad.

you love him so much, but it didn’t ease your worry. you knew pope has a complicated history. he’s a felon. he used to watch his niece until he surrendered her to foster care, couldn’t adopt her because of his record. his mother was a manipulator, an abuser who showed her love by intimacy— treating her sons like her boyfriends.

you honestly hated smurf. you were there when baz had attempted to frame her then suddenly was shot when he had plans to leave with the money she hid from the boys. you had a suspicion smurf killed him, given the time pope confessed to you that killed a woman he loved due to his mother feeding him lies, how it ate him up and that he lives with the regret of robbing Lena from her mother. that’s why he’s so protective over the girl, she didn’t have the support of a father after losing her mother because he was grieving his wife, juggling heists, and sleeping with his mistress. and then baz died, so naturally pope was the one that watched over her. throughout his time taking care of Lena, he started to see parts of himself in her, and then knew he couldn’t have her live the life he went through.

so once pope left Lena to her foster family, he agreed with smurf that he would move back in, though he spent most of his time at your place. he was being reckless, participating in underground fights, risking getting shot by police during a heist, but it was fine because he didn’t have anyone to take care of but himself.

now you’re pregnant. he’s trying. he hasn’t participated in any jobs since, refuses to do the fights now, hell, he told you he would look for a psychiatrist and get back on his meds.

but now, he’s slowing down a bit. he’s getting upset easily again. you urge him to get on his medication, and he snaps at you before retreating into the couch and mumbling apologies until you sit on his lap and reassure him that you’re not mad at him.

“do you like snow, andrew?” you chirp.

“it doesn’t snow here.”

“so should we go to somewhere that snows? ever wanted to build a snowman?”

“ive built sandman before.”

you smile, nodding a bit before your arms snake around his shoulders. “how about vermont? boston? maybe upstate new york?”

he leans in, his nose nuzzling behind your ear, taking in the scent of your shampoo. he hums. “i like new york. up there is pretty deserted, yeah?”

you nod, “not really walkable. boston?”

“..boston.” he whispers and pecks his lips against your neck, resulting in a chuckle from you. you pull away and climb on your bed, pulling out your laptop. he follows you. you type away and he glances at laptop and at you for a couple of seconds before leaning closer and staring at the laptop. “what are you doing?”

“how much do you have saved?” you say, not looking up from the keyboard as your fingers continuously press keys.

“uhm. well, i don’t know. 20k in cash…? maybe a little less than that. i only really used money for Lena, now she’s gone, i’ve been using it on you.” he explains.

you sigh softly, “in cash? pope, you need a savings account.”

“yeah i uh.. had a trust fund for lena.” he pauses, thinking for a moment, “i have two buildings under my name. smurf gave us two each. i could sell it, open a bank account and savings..”

“pause.” you put a hand up and he goes stiff. you look at him. “when we move, will you get a normal job?”

he clearly didn’t like that question. “stop robbery?”

you nod, “i mean, andy— it’s not like you can’t. ive seen the shit you do for your heists. you know how to do stuff like building, wielding, stuff people pay good money for.” he glances at his hands that were subconsciously clenching the sheets. “you could easily be a hvac tech.”

“but.. taking is quick. easy.”

you scoff. “you guys take a week to plan. you don’t even get the money right away because you gotta clean it.” you feel annoyance bubbling in your stomach. “having a job is a healthy routine. it keeps your mind occupied. having too much free time isn’t necessarily a good thing.. that’s probably why you struggle to sleep, your body isn’t tired and neither is your mind.”

he was quiet and you felt bad about it but he needed to hear the truth. you look back at the laptop, hitting search. “one way?” he mumbled.

you nodded. “it looks like it’ll be less than four fifty. its a six hour flight.”

he slowly leans closer, pressing his lips on your shoulder. “then let’s do it. let’s go to boston.”

“you can’t tell your family, you know? especially not smurf.”

you can feel him inhale your scent before giving you a another kiss. he hums in approval, unbothered. “i don’t care about that. that’s easy.”

“and you need to get a shrink when we get there.” he feel him stiffen. “i’ll get one too.”

he shakes head against your shoulder, “we don’t need one..”

you scoff, “Yes we do. you have trauma, so do i. it doesn’t have to be a weekly thing.. maybe we can do bi weekly.. maybe once a month. but you need to be on your medication.”

“you don’t like me without em?”

“i didn’t say that, andrew. i just like it when you can think clearly, feel good and bad. and i like it when you can sleep. i dont like seeing you stress about little things and snowball it to something that eats you up inside.” you grabbed his hand and rubbed your fingers against the veins that protrude under his skin.

“i dont like them.”

“there are many medications that can help you. you just need to find the right one. not whatever your mom gives you. lithium doesn’t do shit to someone with ocd. thats why you feel so shameful all the time.”

he grumbles, his free hand snaking around your waist, “and if others don’t work?”

“we try another. pope, listen, im not going to lose my shit if you start to go down hill. you know me. i got you. medication isn’t supposed to repress you, it’s supposed to help make your life easier.”

andrew hums, nipping his teeth against your shoulder. “ill try. for you, i’ll try.”

widower!jack abbot x nurse!reader

synopsis : registered nurse, yn, has been giving the night attendant, jack abbot, a hard time and abbot cant help but take it to heart. he confronts her, which unlocks a pile of worms they’re willing to dig through.

warnings : both reader and jack suffer from ptsd. jack is a widower. mention of child loss and fatal labor. mention of abuse from reader. mentions of suicide. brief mentions of sex and masturbation. reader is mean to abbot and is a stalker. abbot is a secret pervert with erectile disfunction. reader is also a secret pervert. both reader and abbot struggle sexually as both are on SSRIs. abbot compares reader to his dead wife. pull and tugging from both sides. reader is a virgin.

pt one. | pt two. | pt three.

you two agreed to talk after the shift. now you sit next to him on a bench as he hands you the coffee he bought down the street because he didn’t want you to drink the hospital’s coffee. it was offly sweetened, creamy. you noticed a hint of vanilla and cinnamon. “you dont think i like it bitter?”

“mh? oh. no, i just got two of what i order.” he says, taking a sip of his coffee. you can’t help but find it funny that he had a sweet tooth.

you give a nod, “kay. how much was it?”

he shook his head, “no. consider you paying me via your time. because, this is going to be an awkward conversation.” you cross your legs in response. he clears his throat. “for some reason, i think i have a problem. its not a major concern but, i dont know, yn. I want to get to know you better as a person, but im trying to respect your boundaries. i notice i cross it sometimes.”

“you cross it?”

“yeah. and i apologize for that, really. i’m already asking a lot for you to tolerate me.”

your eyebrows furrow up. “you aren’t special you know?”

“i know.” he looks at you, his eyebrows raised up slightly. that came out wrong and it was too late to take it back.

“fuck.” you press your palm against your forehead as you exhale. “no. i mean, like- i don’t give any of the guys here time of day. i don’t fuck with any of the men here.. i especially didn’t fuck with you because of my own dilemmas.”

jack just watches.

“you’ve actually been tolerable..” you mumble, now leaning your back against the cold metal of the bench. “It’s shit i need to work through alone. my own problems. i’m not used to being comfortable around people like you, it’s weird. i feel really weird around you.”

“I think i am understanding. Um. Well, i’m proud that you’re making progress with yourself and your battles, yn.” he speaks in a softer tone now. the reassurance makes you relax slightly, and you look down only to notice your knee isn’t bouncing as hard as it usually does.

“um..” you hesitate, “thanks. for being normal. more than normal actually- for being patient and gentle.” you explain. your face is probably red from embarrassment, but jack doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just doesn’t mind.

“i think im a bit selfish for doing this.” and he meant it. he felt a bit manipulative, being dramatic with his actions, coaxing you to give into him by doing small acts of kindness. a bit of him hopes that it would make you more comfortable around him, let you put those walls down.

it was working.

you shake your head, “no. i’m the selfish one. projecting my judgment and anger because of my past experiences.”

he shakes his head and his hand hovers over your knee, “no. it’s completely understandable and i don’t need the details to know that.”

you stand up, forcing a weird laugh. his hand brushes against your lap by a total accident and he mumbles an apology you couldn’t process right now. “um, great talk, dr. abbot but i unfortunately have to go.”

“jack, please.” he stands up as well.

you gave an enthusiastic nod which makes him look at you like you have three heads, “right! jack! i need to go, bye!” you turn your heels and speed walk away. you could feel your heart pounding underneath the security of your ribcage, your breath started to feel shallow but you pushed through, forcing an inhale through your nose and out your mouth.

your therapist had explained to you that your body was reacting to the sudden “almost” touch. that you immediately felt flight or fight mode, and you chose to flee.

it pissed you off how easy she could read you. you just hoped abbot didn’t have the same skill.

this week you were working for the day shift, covering for jesse who asked you if you could switch with him because he had family over. you didn’t mind, if anything, you enjoyed the nurses. dana, the momma bear, charge nurse of day shift. princess and perlah, who taught you phrases and words in tagalog. and now the soft spoken emma, a graduate, a baby bird.

you like the physicians too. more women than men. only man you could tolerate was dennis, simply because he looks your grandmother’s chihuahua. behaves like him too.

since your shifts, you’ve been getting messages here and there from abbot. checkins like “how is day shift treating you? do you miss the night shift crew? do you miss us? i found out there is someone you hate more, and its robby.”

whatever he was trying to do was working because every text he sent made you smile to your phone. you were replying back and your replies weren’t dry anymore, if anything, they were getting witty and playful. abbot played back.

one day, he called. your shift just ended. you had just entered your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you feel your phone buzz in your pocket of your jacket. it makes you huff, you walk to your room which only takes a few steps. you take your phone, pressing the green button without caring to look at the caller id. rolling your shoulders to push off your jacket as you lazily threw it on the ottoman.

“yeah?” you yell out, pulling down your scrub pants and removing your shirt before reaching into your closet to throw on a sweater.

“yn, your shift ended a while ago?”

you pause. your body going cold from the husky voice trapped inside your phone. you feel indecent, quickly grabbing sweats and slipping them over your legs. “yes, abb- jack.” you correct yourself.

“okay. i was wondering because you didn’t respond to my text. you’re heading to bed?”

“uh, yeah.” in a panic, you fell in the bed and grab your phone, pressing it against your ear.

it seems like abbot notices to rustling and slight edge in your voice, “you okay?”

“yes!” you respond quick.

“okay..” he clearly doesn’t believe it but he doesn’t pry. that’s the time of guy he is.

“is that all?” you immediately regret saying that, thinking he’ll probably press.

but he doesn’t. he hums out an exhale that makes your shoulders tense up and but some distance from your ear and that phone, “yeah. that’s all. it’s my off day so i figured it wouldn’t hurt to call you since you didn’t reply.”

“it’s your off day?” you perk up, praying it wasn’t noticeable.

“yes. today’s sunday.” right. he’s usually off on sundays. “i should sleep in, but i don’t really want to. to be honest, i just wanted to talk to you.”

you sit up. jesus fucking christ.

“can i ask an inappropriate question?”

you hum out in response, “depends.”

he exhales, seemingly trying to approach the question respectfully, “do you prefer working day shift?”

“um..” you were not expecting that. “not really. i like working nights.”

“good. okay. then will see you tomorrow night.”

“yeah, goodnight..?” and the call ends, leaving you confused and frankly, quite annoyed he abruptly hung up on you. you grumble, whispering “what the fuck?” as you kicked your sweats off of you and lay on your belly.

you felt disappointed? you assumed you were going to talk more, but no, he decided it was enough. and now you lay in silence, feeling stupid you’re even upset at him.

the annoyance didnt go away. you clocked in with a pout, taking a seat and mumbling a bye to princess and perlah. dr ellis approaches the counter, “and what’s wrong with you, bunny?”

dr ellis was a sweetheart to you. she liked you too, appropriating that you didn’t pull up with shitty patients or any attitude from a snarky surgeon. She started referring to you as bunny, explaining that rabbits are quite sassy for being prey animals, that the don’t let their guard down. also that when you tend to get jumpy the moment you get assigned to a patient, resembling a rabbit’s binky.

you look at her, “how’s you and jen doing?”

jen was a friend of yours that you set up with ellis. the two hitched it off and moved together a month ago. she smirks, “ah-ah. dodging the question is sly! we’re good though. i’ve been teaching her how to cook a mean steak. she’s making progress.”

you smile, “is she able to stand a little pink in her meat now?”

ellis gave a nod, “now back to you, yn.”

you sigh softly and on cue, EMTs roll in with a man groaning, bleeding from his stomach, with abbot following behind and yelling words you couldn’t process at the moment. you watch as you got up. your nose twitches.

ellis chuckles as you two follow the chaotic scene, “oh wow. oh wow! yeah. we’ll talk about that later, right bun?!”

you hum in response.

once the patient was stable, you were able to leave the room, the physicians were already gone. you were just making sure the guy was comfortable. a shoulder rubs against yours and a hand collides with yours as you try to pump hand sanitizer into your hand. you notice the large hands and the brief contact, making your face scrunch up in disgust. you look up to see abbot and it goes away for a split second before coming back up again, “excuse you.” you say, swatting his hand away while your palm hovers under the nozzle.

he presses his hand on top up yours and pushes down, the substance pooling in your palm. “sorry, too much.” he mumbles, catching the excess under your palm from falling on the counter. then he has the audacity to walk away.

you stand there in shock but, you snap out of it as you hear a giggle from Lena. you sigh and sat down.

Lena is the night shift charge nurse. you rather not have her talk to you about what all of that was. still, she tries. “well, that was a sight to see. finally making friends with your male coworkers, yn?”

she gets a nod from you, “yeah.”

and you get a smile from her, “love to see it, kiddo.”

you dont respond. instead, you watch abbot through the glass doors. he was currently assisting a patient. wasn’t yours. your fingers caress sheets of paper as you silently zoned in on his features. faint stubble, salt and pepper curls, white wrinkles on his neck that were visible whenever he cocked his head, those hazel eyes that could transform to a dark brown or a straight up pale green.

abbot caught you before you could catch yourself and of course, you freeze up. Lena snaps you out of it again, asking you if you could check on your patient as they were paging the nurse center. you give her a nod and walk away, leaving abbot’s eyes following your movements until you weren’t visible in his view anymore.

for abbot, he was in a dilemma. he noticed himself feeling impatient last week, waiting for you to show up to a night shift like a dog waiting for it’s owner to come home. abbot was feeling it, he was starting to crash into you hard. last night after that phone call, he rutted into his pillows embarrassingly. he thought a phone call wouldn’t hurt— he’s a grown ass man and not a pervert but, the moment you agreed that you missed the night shift, it went straight to his cock and he knew he had to take advantage of the matter. so he ended the call abruptly and dry ejaculated into the folds of his comforter.

now he felt himself getting bold. he touched you intentionally for the first time ever. the same hand that pumped his hardened cock caught the hand sanitizer that was dripping from your palm earlier. he was at least decent enough to not touch you with such hand. that was enough for today. he felt progress. he can regret the spike later when he’s home alone staring at the ultrasound pictures of his unborn baby boy.

when he recites the vows he gave to his wife in a mumble. when he log into his patient portal to have a virtual therapy session. or maybe right before his next shift, as he sits with other veterans for support.

but for now, he will enjoy the mushy feeling he gets when your eyes are on him.

widower!jack abbot x nurse!reader

synopsis : registered nurse, yn, has been giving the night attendant, jack abbot, a hard time and abbot cant help but take it to heart. he confronts her, which unlocks a pile of worms they’re willing to dig through.

warnings : both reader and jack suffer from ptsd. jack is a widower. mention of child loss and fatal labor. mention of abuse from reader. mentions of suicide. brief mentions of sex and masturbation. reader is mean to abbot and is a stalker. abbot has erectile disfunction. both are pervs. both struggle sexually as both are on SSRIs. abbot compares reader to his dead wife. pull and tugging from both sides. reader is a virgin.

pt one. | pt two.

jack abbot has a problem and its you.

a young snappy night shift nurse who’s known to give others the cold shoulder. he notice you only seem to make conversations with coworkers if they’re a woman. the only reason why you’re still here is because you can lock in when it comes to patients, providing efficient care and comfort. no, the patients never complain about you. if anything, you earn the highest satisfaction score.

everyone tells abbot its not personal, she’s just like that. “doesn’t give anyone her time.” not to the doctors, not to the other nurses. you have no time to be buddy buddy with your coworkers. you just like to do your job and leave once your shift ends. but why does it feel like you hate his guts? and why does whenever he tries to talk to you, you reply in a manner that seems to hurt him?

jack doesn’t know why you get under his skin in a painfully addictive way. a sadistic way. you’re the complete opposite of his dead wife.

his oh so lovely wife. she was patient, sweet, understanding. his high school sweetheart, they married young and tried so hard for children. eventually, once they reached their late thirties together, they agreed to give up. it wasn’t until they were forty two where she found out she was pregnant. but the countless times of miscarriages and false alarms kept them on their toes. only by the time she reached six months were they getting comfortable. the next month, she and the baby boy died.

you were not her. mid twenties that apparently hated everyone but especially abbot. it got to a point where he got frustrated and confronted you.

he swear he meant it to just be a civil talk, but the moment he asked, you lost your shit.

“just because you lost a leg and served for this country, doesn’t automatically mean you have my respect. if anything, that makes me want to avoid you more. i don’t care if I’m being mean.”

he didn’t get it. and shit, did that hurt. it made him feel small, usually when people find out he’s a veteran they have the opposite reaction. not you, you completely despised that he was a veteran for reasons he didn’t know.

well he could only assume. maybe she believed he was stuck up? a lot of older vets tended to be, thinking everyone owed them something. maybe it could be his leg, it grosses her out? wow, so ableist? that didn’t make sense though, given the work environment. it takes a lot to disgust someone in the medical field, especially an RN. maybe a trauma thing, but he didn’t want to assume so for now he wants to believe it was the first reason.

what he didn’t know is that you were snappy due to the constant pain in your joints from constantly being tense around men, that you hated he’s a veteran because all your life you depicted vets as broken men who let their trauma out on their loved ones, that your avoidance towards him is because every time you’re near him you can’t help but get butterflies in your stomach and it makes you feel nauseous and you can’t be nauseous on the job, no, you hate the nausea.

he didn’t know that you would sometimes watch from afar. first it was just a few glances in the hospital. soon enough though, once he left the hospital, you waited a minute before clocking out and following behind. creepy? yes, you know. but you have no malice. you just desperately wanted to see him slip up. a man like that couldn’t be so perfect, he couldn’t make you feel so pathetic at the end of your shifts.

but at last, he behaved normal and you grew tired of waiting so you would retreat and walk home. the cycle repeated.

and you weren’t stupid, you knew you were stalking and it could have serious repercussions, so you played it safe. you stayed inconsistent with how you followed, stayed inconsistent with when you looked at him.

and thankfully, abbot was too into is own head to realize your little hobby. not that he would care if he knew. he’s so drained from work, the lost of his family, that his walks home was him in autopilot. the moment he thought he was alone, his mind switched off.

hell, he couldn’t have shamed you if you flat out confessed to stalking. despite trying so hard to flush it down the drain, he wakes up imagining you, bare, and on top of him, drooling on his chest. when he’s really desperate, he wonders how you’d behave around him once he fucked some respect into you. but then he gets disgusted with himself, telling himself you have a genuine reason why you should avoid him.

it’s not like you haven’t thought about it too though. if anything, you’re worse than he is.

one time you were thinking about ending it after your shift. it was rough, the meds weren’t working, no one was picking up your calls. you bought a pack of hard seltzer and drank half of the box in the comfort of your cramped fire escape. fortunately, drunken you got distracted. next thing you know, you had your trusty blue vibrator against your clit moaning his name. you felt a lot of shame after waking up that day, the headache was just icing on the cake.

still, you can’t argue it wasn’t satisfying, you usually struggle to get wet let alone orgasm like that. you were a virgin and been on SSRIs since you were ten, something had to fuck up and of course it had to be your sexual function. leaning off your meds didn’t fix it. porn doesn’t do anything to you, neither does the erotic novels or asmr that’s popular these days. you’ve been like this since you could remember. you relied on lube and a vibrator, as penetrating never worked out because you’re always tense.

despite your body’s lack of response, you consider yourself quite perverted, which is why thinking about abbot didn’t surprise you. assuming you gotten off because you’re getting desperate for a thrill. of course your corrupted brain would pick the attending physician you were attracted to but deathly afraid of. but, its your little secret, there’s no harm in fantasies, so you used him in your head since.

and abbot would relate. he hardly masturbates anymore, thoughts fill his head and suddenly he’s limp. even when he just wants to relax and jerk off after a long shift, it usually doesn’t get hard. when his wife was still alive, he had a low sex drive. after she died, he was on a higher dose and masturbating felt more like a hassle than relief, but since working with you, his mind is in the gutter more often than he’d like to admit. even though he’s not getting blue balls at work, he yearns to feel you up. he wants to put you in your place first before being vulnerable and making love. but how could he make love to someone who troubles him this much? to someone who hates his guts?

“hey. ln, wait up, please.” abbot cracks.

you two were just taking care of a patient. a boy, ten, reporting of stomach pain and constant vomiting. he wasn’t holding any food down. after you assisted, you left in a quiet but quick manner like you always do. usually, coworkers would leave you alone unless it was work related, so you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at the attending.

“uh,” he shifts. weird. “after this ends, the crew wants to go and grab breakfast together. you in?” he’s lying.

“no.”

“yn.”

“dr. abbot?” a frown forms on your face.

“id like to at least speak to you after this shift ends. it’s important. i don’t want bad blood with you, you know? seriously, you don’t need to be nice to me, but i rather us respect one another as colleagues.”

it makes you pause. fuck, why is he still being so understanding? you feel anger bubble up, ready to snap but you force it down and you give a small nod before turning and walking away.

whatever. it’s probably not going to be anything but sorries for doing absolutely nothing but existing. you cant help but feel guilty whenever you walk away from him and you hate it. you hate that this grown ass man makes you weak, making you feel like a hypocrite.

you remind yourself that you’re good, you’re calm, you will do what you always do; push him away.

but of course, your “plan” gets thrown out the window the moment you saw him waiting for you outside. he looks at you and your body stiffens before regaining your strength to let out a sigh and drag your feet towards him.

“okay, let me start by saying that i’m relieved you’re actually standing here listening to me.” he lets out a breathy laugh at the end of his sentence which makes you mentally cringe by the way your heart picks up the pace. you only nod. he continues, “you don’t like me because im a vet but i want you to know that because im a vet, that doesn’t mean im on my high horse commanding you for praise. you don’t need to kiss my feet simply because i sacrificed my youth. i don’t want you to.”

“that’s not why i-..” you pause.

“it’s not?” he tilts his head forward, causing you to take a step back.

“my uncles’ a vet. he’s a shit person. his vet buddies are shit people.” you explain.

but he still doesn’t get it, “yeah, right. that’s why i-“

“no, i mean. i dislike you guys because you all tend to use your trauma as excuse to hit kids. or your wives. or anyone for that matter.”

abbot froze. he didn’t like those sentences one bit. he felt uncomfortable, to be grouped up with abusers. “uh..”

“going to war doesn’t excuse treating people like shit, or rotting yourself away. its funny how it’s usually veterans that are men who do that, you know?” now you were projecting.

“i can assure you, ln, that i have never touched a woman or a kid like that. and i apologize that someone did that to you but-“

“wasn’t just my uncle, it was all his friends too. guy friends. men are just terrible like that. i don’t want your shitty apology jack, i already told you i don’t like you one bit.”

“can’t you just let me talk?” abbot’s voice softened. that plead was desperate. desperate enough to make you shut up and wait. “y/n, im not asking you for much. i just.. i want you to not avoid me at work, and when we work in the same case, i want to be able to communicate to you. i know we can talk, share information, but i feel like every thing i do, you retreat and get disgusted, like you’re scared, i don’t know.” he took one step back before turning slightly and rubbing the tuffs of gray curls on is neck.

you stared quietly. god, you are an ass. poor man almost double your age is trying hard to tell you that he’s hurt by the feelings you express to him. part of you think its pathetic and you like it. your heart tugs, wondering why can’t he just curse you out and threaten to slap you like the rest of them did.

“you want me to stop being rude.” your sentence ends like a statement less than a question.

it makes jack really look at you, with a tense expression. “uh, yeah. i guess i could’ve just said that.”

your eyes retreat to the pavement. you nod a little, “okay, sure. i guess, yeah. mhm.”

jack stares for a minute, “no bad blood here?”

you look up at him. fuck, he looked hopeful, relieved even. you let out a deep sigh, “yeah. yeah. i’ll watch my attitude. but im not dropping my comments about men, you guys still suck.”

and so after that painfully humbling moment, you called your therapist and asked to move your session on a earlier date. you’re lucky to have her, she was no much than ten years older than you. she knew about jack abbot, how just his presence alone made you simultaneously tense up with anger and shake with sympathy. even the brief thoughts of how you wondered how it would feel to have his arm around your neck.

once it was time for your session, you explained it all to her. she smiles, writing down notes. “this is progress, y/n. im proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself for giving him a chance.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, yeah. im not. im really fucking scared. he probably thinks this means my guard is down so he can-“ you stop before you can finish your sentence, mumbling sorry.

“its okay. i understand why you would come to that assumption. you tend to think the worst in people, especially men. its an unhealthy habit, but it also keeps you safe. it’s not necessarily something you should be ashamed of. and this is a a big step forward for you. i honestly think one day you could ask him to breakfast. maybe coffee. talk.”

and that stuck with you for awhile.

seriously.

weeks went by, you noticed abbot was more relaxed around you and you also noticed you could stand his presence. you’re body still ache from the stiffness in your muscles, but now it felt tolerable. sometimes, you even sought him out, conveniently assisting his patients. it wasnt until you noticed every time you would use your vibrator, you imagine he was the one holding the soft silicone, pressing down roughly against your bud of nerves, demanding you to grind against it.

you caught yourself staring at him even more than you usually do. not out of watchfulness, but simply because your eyes would gaze down from those his biceps of his to his veins on his forearms.

he caught you. a lot. and you would tear away your gaze over to a patient or a coworker, sometimes you would mindlessly grab things from your desk to seem busy. what you hadn’t known is that he was staring too, more than he usually does.

you were getting frustrated at him, at yourself. so the witty comments came back. but rather than abbot feeling awkward, he laughed it off. when you were quiet, he asked for a retort. then he would catch himself and clear his throat like he crossed a line. it seems like he kept a shield up too.

it felt so weird to you. sometimes you would enjoy it, smile, laugh and when you caught yourself would would immediately frown, feeling disgusted towards yourself. you needed a release.

when you caught him alone in the break room, you came inside and shut the door, “i used to stalk you.”

abbot glanced over his shoulder. he was leaning over the table, his palms flat. seems like he was thinking about something before you interrupted. his eyebrow dips, “what?”

“I used to stalk you. wait a few minutes after you left the shift, and then followed you until i got bored.” your body stiffens.

“and why were you doing that?” he pushed off the table, now turning his body towards you.

“I wanted to see you crack… actually, i still do it, but i don’t follow you anymore. i just watch your socials.” you blink.

he blinks. then he exhales, crossing his arms before walking around to take a seat. he sits down, man spread. how disrespectful, how perverted, is what you think.

“you never did.”

“yeah well, i tend to wait until i get home to relax.” he replied.

“are you saying i should have followed you home?”

his eyebrows cocks up, “um, no. that’s not a pretty sight to see.”

you sigh, frustrated. “why are you so calm? go, report me or something.”

“why would i report you?”

“I confessed to stalking?”

“But i don’t mind it?”

what the fuck? you dont know how to respond.

he sighs, leaning back against the chair. “good for you. kinda exciting, kid. wish i had an opportunity to do something risky at your age.” abbot looks at you, noticing your tensed shoulders, clenched jaw, thin lips. “you spent so much energy watching me when you can just ask me you know? you know i have nothing against you or anyone here. if there’s something bothering you about me, let me know. we can talk during work, or out of work.”

your nose scrunches up, pushing up your reading glasses slightly. “it goes both ways.” you mutter out, sounding stiff, like you were told to say that.

“okay. are you assuming i have a problem with you?”

you nod. “im very aware you do. even if you like to act like you dont. something about me bothers you and its not my attitude. you’re still.. weird around me. i noticed it, im not stupid.”

abbot looks to the side, “it goes both ways.” he then sighs, resting his elbows on the table. “but it seems like you won’t spill unless i do it first.”

author’s note : ty 4 reading :3 honestly idk how i feel abt this so far.

i want reader to be in the dilemma where she feels guilty over her own trauma, and abbot noticing that subconsciously, which makes him more curious about her and wants to help her out. this story is for all my loser readers who struggle internally bc of trauma. im

hoping to make this three, maybe four parts? i don’t want it to be too long.

tag list for those who wanted to see <3

wondering if i should write abbot x reader, but reader is an avoidant, men-hater nurse who’s been rude to abbot since day one due to her trauma with veterans, and despite that, she stalks him to sniff him out, but ends up being attracted to him. meanwhile abbot is still mourning the loss of his wife but is weirdly frustrated by reader due to her coldness towards him and his infatuation towards her. his frustration bubbles into sexual curiosity.

it would probably be a slow burn, i wouldn’t want it to be smut focused, but more of two people feeling familiarity with their sexual struggles and traumatic experiences.

paring : model! sunghoon x cafe owner! reader

synopsis ! a reserved upcoming model, Sunghoon, gets dragged into attending a now opened pet cafe by one of his closest friends. Conveniently, the cafe does a promo week where customers can bring their pets to socialize with the cafe animals. Sunghoon brings his just as introverted french poodle to the cafe with, however suddenly his well behaved puppy decides to insert dominance over the owner’s german shepherd in an awkward approach.

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yn couldn’t explain the feeling she had when her phone started to ring. her heart sank to her stomach? or did it flew up to her throat? whatever it was, the burst of energy made her hesitate to even accept the call. Part of her began to wonder what if she just waited till he stopped, probably excuse it for sleeping early. however, if he had ask her later, she would have to bear with the guilt of lying.

so, she mumbled a swear before pressing the green button, “um, hello?” she spoke up first, her voice higher then usual. She surprised herself, clearing her throat with a gentle cough.

a deep chuckle followed by a sigh could be heard through the screen, and her heart stopped. “Hi, yn. sorry, i had to close the store tonight so, i made you wait longer than i told you to… i swear, i was supposed to have late shifts on sunday, not Saturday.” sunghoon said, his voice was noticeably different from the cafe. it was much more relaxed, yet still, he sounded exhausted and even out of breath.

“No, no! it’s fine! i get it.” She responded quietly, silently shaming herself for doing so.

He chuckled again, “thanks for being understanding. im sure you rather be sleeping. you a morning person?”

She paused, thinking on it before responding with an “um” so he didn’t think she wasn’t listening, “i say i’m a morning person, yeah. you?”

“For me, it depends. I try to stick to a strict routine.. but uh, sometimes i’m working late so, my schedule gets messed up…” then he paused, “that was a long way to say im a night owl who wishes to be a morning person.”

yn let out a laugh before covering her mouth, wondering if his was being too loud too late in the night, “well, i wish i was a night owl. my body physically can’t though.. like i genuinely feel sick afterwards..”there was silence, hard breathing and then rummaging coming from sunghoon’s end. yn furrowed her eyebrows, “um-“

“Sorry. hold up.” he said, followed by a car door slamming shut. “alright.. my bad. okay. assume you like coffee since.. well, you own a cafe.”

She smiled, “no actually.. it upsets my stomach.”

“oh, shit? then you like tea?”

“yeah, i like tea. but, i can’t drink it hot.”

“ah.. i like lattes, vanilla ice. what’s your favorite tea?”

“chai tea.. with vanilla and ice. or uh, maybe green tea.”

he chuckled, “lemon and honey?”

“for green tea? of course.”

to be continued..

author’s note : short, sorry ! but we are close to the end :3 bittersweet yes ?

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paring : model! sunghoon x cafe owner! reader

synopsis ! a reserved upcoming model, Sunghoon, gets dragged into attending a now opened pet cafe by one of his closest friends. Conveniently, the cafe does a promo week where customers can bring their pets to socialize with the cafe animals. Sunghoon brings his just as introverted french poodle to the cafe with, however suddenly his well behaved puppy decides to insert dominance over the owner’s german shepherd in an awkward approach.

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author’s note : forgive me for being IA.. this month was not nice to me 😭 but it was my best friend’s birthday so i am more happy now :3 expect more consistent updates!

paring : model! sunghoon x cafe owner! reader

synopsis ! a reserved upcoming model, Sunghoon, gets dragged into attending a now opened pet cafe by one of his closest friends. Conveniently, the cafe does a promo week where customers can bring their pets to socialize with the cafe animals. Sunghoon brings his just as introverted french poodle to the cafe with, however suddenly his well behaved puppy decides to insert dominance over the owner’s german shepherd in an awkward approach.

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sunghoon’s hands were clammy. his back laid flat against the chair but his knee bounced at a fast pace. it was unnoticed by the boys, who were already making themselves comfortable as they waited for their sweets. but for sunghoon, he was busy trying to plan on what he was going to say once he grabbed the tray. ‘hey, remember when that little white poodle tried to hump your dog? that was my dog!’ no.

but his brain practically blanked once he heard heeseung call his name and a tap on the knee from jake. sunghoon snapped out of his thoughts and looked over that the three, “sorry, what?”

riki snorted, pushing the flower shaped alert coaster to sunghoon, “go pick it up, hyung.”

sunghoon glanced down at the pager, then at his friends. he took a sigh and scooted his chair out before standing up and grabbing the pager. as he walked away, he could hear the boys snicker and whisper behind him, causing him to frown.

his feet moved on it’s own, by the time he was there, he didn’t even notice the barista by the machines ducking down behind the counter, and the one he believed was cute kicking the other with her knee.

“um, two taro bubble teas, one iced americano, an ice tea, and a ume pudding, yes?” a soft voice spoke, the voice sunghoon recognized as the cute barista.

he looked over to her, and she gave an innocent, customer service smile which didn’t come off as forced in his opinion. he shot back a strained smile, “uh, yeah. that’s it. uhm.. yn?” he said slowly, his eyes glancing over at her chest where her name tag clamped to.

she nodded, “yes, that’s my name.” she glanced over at his hands, which where shaking as he placed the pager neatly on top the small tower of other flower shaped pagers.

“right, yeah. i see. i was here a few days ago, and my dog made a.. awkward first impression. and then i found out that it was your dog that she.. well..” His eyes squinted, not wanting to make the conversation even more uncomfortable than it had to be.

but, his heart did skip when he heard a giggle. holy fuck, sunghoon wished he recorded that so he could listen to it over and over again. there it was, a real, authentic smile from the her. sunghoon couldn’t believe she could get anymore gorgeous.

“i remember, no worries. and, it’s okay again. i rather that than your dog peeing or accidentally biting someone, which has happened this week. many times.” she said, shifting her weight awkwardly into one of her legs and just like that, her smile faded away.

sunghoon’s heart ached. “shit, well. at least you get a break once your shifts over.”

she shrugged, “um well.. not really?” her body leaned over as her eyebrows twisted together, “i’m the owner. i live upstairs.”

sunghoon’s eyes widened, “wow.”

her lips thinned out, she straightened out, “yeah, i take care of things even when it’s closed.”

he nodded slowly, “wow.. sorry, im just really shocked. aren’t you like, twenty?”

“twenty three.”

“ah, same.” he smiled, flashing her fangs at her. he then glanced over at the parakeet who had made over to the tray, “your animals are pretty well behaved.. are they all yours, really?” he said, leaning against the counter slightly, his shoulder just starting to relax.

yn shook her head, “oh no. i foster. these are all animals from a shelter i partner with. we have an adoption system within the cafe, and every adoption, a new animal comes in.”

sunghoon stared at her, immersed and impressed. “so they stay here until they get adopted? you take care of all of them?”

she nodded, “they stay if they like the environment, and i take care of them with the help of coworkers!”

being solely focused on her, his smile didn't drop until he heard a revolting voice call for his name. he frowned and looked at the tray, sighing. he glanced up at the girl, who's smile also dropped and he panicked, "uh, no. um.. give me a second, i should uh.. y'know..." he said, grabbing the tray which caused the bird to fly away to one of the fake branches that was drilled into the wall. before he could see her reaction, he walked away with the try, back to his group.

"yo, hoon! i see things are going good." jake smirked.

sunghoon only rolled his eyes, looking over at heeseung, "when does this place close?"

heeseung leaned in, take a sip of his taro drink, "like in an hour?"

"kay." sunghoon grabbed his ice americano, jogging over back to the counter.

to be continued..

paring : model! sunghoon x cafe owner! reader

synopsis ! a reserved upcoming model, Sunghoon, gets dragged into attending a now opened pet cafe by one of his closest friends. Conveniently, the cafe does a promo week where customers can bring their pets to socialize with the cafe animals. Sunghoon brings his just as introverted french poodle to the cafe with, however suddenly his well behaved puppy decides to insert dominance over the owner’s german shepherd in an awkward approach.

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yn leaned against the cold surface of the the bathroom stall, her thumb mindlessly scrolling through the accounts of the customer. She let out a sigh, “jeez..”

and she would’ve continued to scroll and scroll until a loud bang startled her, causing her body to jump and her grip on her phone to slip. She grabbed her phone just before it reached the ground. The door swung open, and a head peeked. “he asked for you.” Yunjin’s voice sung out, staring at the flushed yn with a cheeky smile.

“How exactly…?” yn’s eyes darted to the wall, her fingers quickly swiping out of the apps and shutting her phone off.

Yunjin then pushed her body fully inside the restroom, leaning against the steel door, “He said, and i quote,” she cleared her throat, “hello, i was here a few days ago. my dog jumped one of the employees dogs.. is that employee here today?” The blonde tilted her head.

yn puckered her lips in deep thought. she blinked, then looked at her dear friend, “he probably wants to apologize again. and, that’s okay. im calm! im a barista before i am a woman.. a woman with a weakness to pretty men.” yn stared at the mirrors with a slight frown.

yunjin let out a laugh, walking over to the shorter. she nudged her shoulders gently. “well, just wait for him to approach you, ill stand close if you need to give a signal for help.” She shrugged, “even good looks, he’s still a man.” yn couldn’t help but smile. she appreciated how gentle and patient yunjin was for her, if it was the other girls, they would’ve exchanged her socials to him already without asking, and yn didn’t appreciate not having control for such things.

“Yeah, i get it man-hater. He’s still a costumer. Customers are always right.” yn playfully rolled her eyes, slowly following yunjin out of the restroom.

yn couldn’t hear much due to the loud thumping of her own heartbeat, however she kept her composure and let out a deep sigh before standing in front of the cashier as yunjin stood by the machines, finishing the orders.

ningning looked at yn with a big pout before leaning over the counter, “i know, im sorry yn. but hey, he told us the story in his point of view and from the constant teasing from his friends, it seems like he has the total hots for you!” her cat eyes formed into slits as she smiled cheekily at the other.

winter on the other hand had her arms crossed against her chest, “but, he seemed really like… introverted. like mean.”

ningning sighed, “i mean, i think he has a RBF and maybe he’s awkward? but yeah, uh, he didn’t greet us, just a small nod in acknowledgment.”

yn shook her head slightly, “i mean, i get it. i do the same..?”

“well, yeah! we know, im just saying maybe it could be too awkward?” ningning tilted her head.

yunjin wrapped her arm around yn’s shoulder, handing over the two girls’ drinks, “aye, stop gossiping and go sit. im making their drinks and im pretty confident he’s going to pick them up.” she rolled her eyes, squinting at winter before giving a glare to ningning, “you guys are men repellents.”

ningning stuck her tongue out while winter gave her the middle finger as she grabbed the two drinks. the girls walked away and took a seat closest to the counter.

to be continued..