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idk what episode but i remember near the end of s1 when that car ran into the gurneys and it shocked everyone who was outside but i remember replaying that scene because i swear that robby gripped both parker and john and sort of pulled them behind him, and i swear it was done in instinct because he was looking at that car in shock, and it just makes me so !!!! emotional because god wdym his instincts were to protect his kids wdym he was using himself to cover them wdym he was pushing them out of harmβs way wdym
my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day
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Just had to say the Diagnosis Married series is so great and is SUCH a great escape for me when Iβm having horrible anxiety!!! Your writing is the best. You should be so proud of yourself β€οΈ
Can D:M please not end? Like I can handle reading 100 chapters of fluff from jack and trouble.
I really love your work, I was trying to find a multi chapter jack x reader but nothing comes close to D:M's plot and writing.
it feels like it's the right time to end it unfortunately BUT it won't really be the end because i'm gonna keep writing blurbs/one shots for them :DDD
and maybe, someday in the future, if i get a good idea, i might write a sequel... <33
thank you so much!! here's a little something from the final (π) d:m? chapter. it's slowly coming together <333
For a heartbeat, neither of you moves.
His eyes travel over you slowly, lingering as though he's trying to memorise every detail.
Your smile turns shy. "Hi."
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He doesn't answer. His throat bobs. For a moment, he just looks at you.
"Jack?"
He blinks once, dragging a hand across his jaw. "β¦Hi."
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feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip
sorry for the late reply. here's a little something <33
Warm fingers brush against yours as they take the box from you.
"I may be older than you, but I'm not decrepit."
You gasp, your eyes snapping up to meet Dr. Abbot's warm, teasing hazel gaze.
"I'm so sorry, I thought youβ" You shake your head, then gesture toward the cart. "Never mind. You can just put that there. Thank you."
Your gaze follows the box, lingering on the way his arms barely strain beneath the weight of the heavy books you'd struggled to lift just moments earlier.
Without a word, he picks up the remaining boxes and sets them down beside the first.
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summary: it's halloween, and you and jack show up in matching costumes without intending to.
tags: fluff
word count: 900+
a/n: the main D:M? storyline is not finished yet, but i need a little time off to write other things and figure out how to end the story in a way i'm satisfied with, so here's a little blurb written in the D:M? universe instead. it's set in the past before the main storyline begins but can also be read as a separate piece. hope you like it! <33 thank you to everyone who sent in costume ideasβthere were so many i liked, but this ultimately felt like it fit trouble's character best :DD
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"So..." Princess grins, leaning against the bar beside you. Her pink dress swishes around her ankles as she flicks a blonde curl over her shoulder. Dressed as Princess Peach, she looks exactly the part, while Perlah, dressed as Mario, has disappeared somewhere into the crowdβHalloween at its very finest. "Hard launching, huh? I like it. Very fitting for you."
You take a sip of your drink, the sweet and fruity liquid going down easy. "Huh?"
Princess's gaze shifts toward the entrance, and you follow it just in time to see Abbot step through the door.
Shit.
He's dressed simply in a navy shirt and dark jeans, with a peaked cap and a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt. It's a low-effort costume by most standards, but it's still very clear what he is.
A police officer.
Unfortunately, he's also the other half to your costumeβa robber.
Your costume had required considerably more effort than his. You're in a black-and-white striped dress, thigh-high socks and heels that had already started to hurt. And to make it even clearer, a little black mask covers half your face, while a cute bag of "money" sits on the counter beside you.
You immediately look away, hoping Princess didn't notice your gaze trailing over his body. "We didn't plan it," you tell her, taking another sip.
Her eyebrows rise sceptically, and then she smirks at you. "If you say so."
"We didn't." The fact that you repeat yourself only makes her smile wider.
"Sure," she shrugs. "But you still look cute together."
Before you can protest, her attention catches on somethingβor someoneβacross the room. "Ooh. I see something I like." She wiggles her fingers in a wave and disappears into the crowd.
You sigh and prop your chin in your hand. Sure, Abbot is attractive. That isn't exactly breaking news. That navy shirt should have been boring, but with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms and muscle stretching the fabric across his shoulders, it is anything but.
But attractive didn't mean compatible. Attractive didn't mean cute together. Attractive definitely didn't meanβ
"A beer, please." His familiar voice cuts straight through your thoughts.
You glance up.
Abbot is standing beside you. "Is it that boring here?"
"What?"
He gestures toward your slumped posture. "You look miserable."
A laugh escapes you. "I'm not miserable. Just had a long day." You finish the last of your drink and slide the empty glass toward the bartender, asking for another. Then you narrow your eyes at him. "So. You decided to steal my costume idea?"
His mouth twitches. "Your costume idea?"
"Yeah."
"This is one of the most classic Halloween costumes in existence."
"I don't know," you say with a shrug. "Feels like you copied me."
"Considering I got here after you, that's a difficult accusation to defend against."
"You know, that sounds like an admission of guilt."
He huffs a laugh. The bartender sets his beer down, and he takes a sip before replying. "You sure you didn't get the wrong costume? You'd make a fine policewoman with the way you're questioning me."
You grin. "I'm sure I would, but," you lift the bag teasingly, "this is so much more fun."
His eyes meet yours over the rim of the bottle. "Not that fun if I catch you immediately."
"I'm faster than you think."
His gaze drops briefly to your heels, then back to your face. "In those?" he hums.
"Yes," you lean forward. "I could outrun you in these."
A laugh rumbles low in his chest.
"I could. Or I could just hide."
"Sure, sweetheart." He lifts his beer. "But I spotted you the second I walked in."
"How?"
He leans in slightly. "I know a repeat offender when I see one, Trouble." His gaze flicks over your costume as he shrugs. "And there's the whole outfit, I guess."
You snort despite yourself.
For a second, neither of you looks away. Heat creeps up your neck. You break eye contact first, reaching for your drink.
"So... Why did you choose to go as a cop?" you ask, twirling the straw between your fingers.
He sets the bottle down. "I didn't. It's Robby's costume, but he got stuck at work. Threatened me that if I didn't wear it, he wouldn't cover any of my shifts ever again."
The mention of Robby makes you frown. He'd been nearby when you'd discussed costumes with Princess and Perlah, but there was no way he'd heard the conversation from across the hub. And even if he had, the matching costumes had to be a coincidence.
You are not willing to consider the thought that Robby is crushing on you.
You are even less willing to examine what Abbot means by Robby covering for himβcause it almost sounds like Robby did it, so Abbot could be here tonight, but that can't be right.
Abbot nudges you, once again interrupting your thoughts. "I think it's clear who would wear it better, though."
Your stomach does something irritating. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"You're so full of yourself." You swat his shoulder.
The gesture has absolutely no effect. His arm barely shifts beneath your hand. "Who said I was talking about me?"
"Robby, really?"
"Or Robby." He looks at you expectantly.
His intention lands a second later.
Your breath catches. "Oh."
A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "But I do look good, right?"
You roll your eyes and lean back against the bar, fighting a smile. Unfortunately, the smile wins.
