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The borders proved permeable. (Borders do, generally. I have seen mice flatten themselves to squirm through inch-high cracks in a wall. And mice have nothing on desperate men.)
heian era!sukuna who always has you by his side when he's dealing with things around the estate. when he's walking around the garden, he always has you clinging to his bicep as he listens to your silly thoughts and the occasional laughter you let out.
heian era!sukuna who now only allows you to bathe him and the same goes for you. the servants only now long to be able to see and touch his incredible body but he only gives you the privilege. "come. i'm in need of a bath", and you can't protest as he pulls you by the wrist to the bath house.
heian era!sukuna who always has you sat on his lap all pretty as he listens to his people's requests. his lower pair of arms around your waist, holding you firmly and his his subject dare to even glance at you, he shoots then a glare and a warning. "you're here for me, so don't focus on her or deal with my wrath. I'm in a good mood today, so don't upset me"
heian era!sukuna who only allows you to spend countless nights in his chambers. usually after he's done with his other concubines, they leave his chambers immediately, by command. but you, he doesn't even refer to you as one of them, and neither do the others dare as after an long passionate night, he lets you sleep in his chambers, in his bed, only because he enjoys staring at your sleeping form all night.
heian era!sukuna who takes care of you himself when you're sick. whether it be preparing the medicine for you to drink, feeding you your food even though you have energy to feed yourself, dressing you and even carrying you in his arms when you want to go outside. he doesn't care how much you'll protest, he's doing this for you, because he wants to so don't be stubborn about it!
heian era!sukuna who buys you new garments incase of a ceremony or when he's out. he could see a kimono your size and picture your smiling face when you receive his gift. it does something to his dead heart, so he just gets it for you no matter how much it costs. and he just likes showing you off to everyone around him by dressing you up all pretty, with you hair and makeup done by only the finest stylists in the area.
heian era!sukuna who made sure that all the workers know that you're not on their level. he has your chambers adorned with whatever he find fits you. the most comfortable bed, the prettiest mirror so you can look all pretty for him, a huge wardrobe with your many garments and more. he spoils you completely rotten a treatment that no one except you gets. not even his concubines.
heian era!sukuna who prefers sharing meals with you privately. just looking at you place bite after bite in your mouth as elegantly as you can fills so type of void in his heart. you get sauce on your cheek or the corner of your mouth and he reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb before licking it.
heian era!sukuna who pulls you closer into his warm embrace and presses soft kisses to your face when you're sleeping happy that you've accepted him and feel safe around him.
Summary: Five times you pranked Jack with TikTok trends, and one time you got The Pitt crew.
A/N: Requests are welcome! This work is entirely mine and has been proofread with Grammarly.
Masterlist
If there was one thing the Pitt crew loved more than coffee, it was your videos of pranking Jack.
Every couple of days, you somehow found a new trend to try, and without fail, he fell for it. It had gotten to the point where med students, residents, and even attendings had started messaging you, thanking you for the laughs and for lightening the mood during brutal shifts.
1. I found Robby on Tinder.
You were sitting on the couch with Jack, your legs draped across his lap as he watched something on the television. It was one of those rare evenings where he was actually off, and all either of you wanted to do was relax.
But earlier that morning, you had seen a TikTok you couldn’t get out of your head. And now felt like the perfect time to try it.
You suddenly stiffened, a sharp gasp leaving you as you stared at your phone.
Jack’s hand paused against your leg immediately. “What’s wrong?”
You didn't answer right away, just kept staring at your phone, eyes wide like you were trying to process something unbelievable.
“Jack…” you said slowly, “I just found Robby on Tinder.”
Silence.
“...What?”
You nodded, still looking at your phone like the proof was right there, but it was actually a video of Jack's reaction and the genuine shock splashed across his face. “It was him. His name and a photo of him.”
Jack shifted beneath you, sitting up more without even realizing it, his attention fully on you now.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No way.”
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling.
“I’m serious—”
“Holy shit,” he cut in, staring at you now. “Robby is on Tinder?”
You nodded again, like you were still trying to process it yourself.
Jack ran a hand through his hair, still looking completely thrown. “I can't believe he didn't tell me.”
You turned your face slightly, hiding the smile threatening to give you away.
“Maybe he just didn't want anyone to know yet,” you added carefully.
Jack exhaled, still staring ahead. “Yeah, but still Robby? On Tinder? I’m shocked he knows what that even is.”
A pause.
His hand rested on your leg again, but his mind was clearly elsewhere now. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep the laugh in.
Another second and then–
“...Wait.”
Jack slowly turned his head toward you, eyes narrowing just slightly.
“…Why were you on Tinder?”
That was it. You broke. A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, and then you were fully laughing, dropping your phone and leaning into his side.
“It’s a prank,” you admitted. “It's a TikTok trend.”
Jack just stared at you. “Of course it is.”
“You were so shocked!” you laughed.
“Because that’s shocking,” he shot back, though a smile was finally breaking through. “Robby? Tinder? Come on.”
Jack shot you a mock-offended look as he pulled you closer. “I trusted you.”
That only made you laugh harder.
Jack shook his head, leaning back into the couch.
“Next time,” he muttered, “don’t make it so believable.”
You smiled.
“No promises.”
2. Current Boyfriend
For once, Jack already knew you were recording.
You were both sitting in his truck, parked outside a drive-thru, a couple of milkshakes sitting in the cupholder between you. The engine was still running, soft music playing in the background as he rested one hand on the wheel.
You adjusted your phone, propping it up in the dash.
“You ready?” You asked, and Jack nodded before leaning in and hitting the record.
“Okay,” you said, a little too cheerfully. “Today we're trying a new milkshake flavour—”
Jack huffed out a little laugh beside you. “We’re reviewing things now?”
You ignored him.
“I’m here with my current boyfriend,” you added casually.
There was a beat of silence.
Jack slowly turned his head.
“You're what?”
You kept your eyes on the camera as if nothing had happened, reaching for your drink. “My current boyfriend.”
Jack blinked, completely thrown. “Current?”
“Yup.” You took a sip of your milkshake, then held it out for him. “You gonna try it?”
He didn't move right away, just stared at you.
“...Current,” he repeated, like he was testing the word. He took his drink, still watching you.
You hummed, still focused on the “review.” “Mm, that's really good.”
A pause.
“...What do you mean, current?” he asked.
You shrugged lightly. “As in, like… right now.”
Jack let out a short breath, shaking his head.
That was it, you cracked, nearly choking on your milkshake.
His eyes narrowed immediately. “…What are you doing?”
“It’s a prank,” you admitted, laughing. “The ‘current boyfriend’ thing—”
Jack leaned back with a sigh, but there was a smile there now.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You were so confused!”
“Because you said it like I’m temporary,” he shot back, finally taking a sip of his drink.
You grinned.
He shook his head, muttering under his breath,
“…Whatever, current girlfriend.”
3. You Could of Been Nicer to Me
It was late by the time you both finally made it to bed.
The day had worn you down in that familiar way, leaving everything slow and heavy as you settled under the covers. The lights were off, the room was dim, and the only sound that was heard was the hum of the city life outside.
Jack lay on his side of the bed, facing away, one arm tucked under his pillow.
You stared at his back for a moment, lips twitching.
“You could’ve been nicer to me today.”
There was a pause.
Then Jack shifted, flipping over to face you, brows pulling together slightly in confusion.
“Was I mean to you today?”
You kept your expression completely neutral, blinking at him innocently. “I just think… You could’ve been nicer.”
Jack frowned, clearly running through the day
“I made you your favourite coffee this morning,” he started.
You hummed, like you were considering his point.
“I let you pick what we watched when we ate.”
Another small hum.
“I brought you lunch.”
You nodded slightly, still not giving him anything.
Jack narrowed his eyes a little. “And I didn't complain when you watched your videos at full volume.”
You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile.
“Still.” You shrugged lightly. “Could’ve been nicer.”
Jack stared at you for a second longer, then shook his head, a quiet huff of disbelief leaving him.
“You’re something else,” he muttered.
But despite that, his arm slid around your waist, tugging you closer anyway.
You went easily, settling against his chest, warmth immediately replacing the small distance from before.
His hand rested on your back, thumb brushing absentmindedly against your side.
“You really couldn’t just let me go to sleep in peace, huh?” he added under his breath.
You smiled up at him, just a little too pleased with yourself.
“Not a chance.”
Jack huffed softly, but there was no real annoyance left in it. He leaned down, pressing a slow, familiar kiss to your lips, nothing rushed, just warm and steady.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against yours. This time, neither of you said anything.
And not long after, wrapped up together, you both drifted off to sleep.
4. Forgotten Fake Date
For once, Jack had thought he was going to get a quiet night.
He dropped his keys into the dish by the door, shrugged off his jacket, and the faint noise somewhere in the apartment settled around him. It was getting late, and all he wanted was a shower and maybe a beer.
“Hello?” he called out, glancing around.
No answer.
His brows pulled together slightly. You definitely should’ve been home by now.
He stepped further inside, scanning the living room, but it was empty. Same when he checked the kitchen.
“Honey?”
Still no reply.
Thoughts started running through Jack's head. It wasn’t normal for you to be home after him, and by now, he knew you would always send a message to let him know.
He double-checked his phone, but nothing was there.
Were you safe? Did you become ill suddenly?
Then he heard something.
It was a movement coming from your guys' bedroom.
Jack walks down the hall a little slower now, with no real panic, pushing the door open and stopping.
There you were, standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, curling your hair.
You were all dressed up.
Not just casually ready but a full showtime ready. Hair was getting done, outfit put together.
Jack blinked.
“What are you doing?”
You glanced through the mirror, calm as ever. “Getting ready.”
“For what?”
You turned, like the answer was obvious. “Our date?”
Jack froze. “Our what?”
You frowned. “The date you planned?”
That was it.
His entire posture changed.
“Wait, what?” he said quickly, stepping fully into the room now. “Did I plan something?”
You just looked at him.
“Did I make reservations?” he muttered, already pulling his phone out. “No, I would've written it down–”
“You did it on the calendar. It says date night.” You pressed your lips together, trying not to smile as you curled another piece of your hair.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, running a hand through his hair, stress creeping in fast now. “I don’t know, I forgot, just give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll figure something out for us.”
That was enough.
You broke, a laugh escaping as you leaned against the counter for supper.
Jack stopped mid-ramble.
“What..?”
“It’s a prank,” you managed between laughs. “The ‘you forgot our date’ thing—”
He just stared at you.
Then dragged a hand down his face. “I can not believe you.”
“I had you so stressed,” you laughed.
“You had me thinking I screwed up at night,” he shot back, though there was a smile breaking through now.
You grinned.
Jack shook his head, stepping closer anyway, hands settling on your waist.
“I’ll go change,” he muttered. “You’re not wasting that outfit now.”
5. Oil Changed
Jack didn't think much of it when he walked into the house; it was another long shift, his shoulders still tight from the day as he dropped his keys into the bowl by the door.
But then he saw it.
A bottle of canola oil is sitting on the counter. Not unusual on its own.
Except it wasn't near the stove.
And it was open.
Usually, that meant baked goods: something sweet, something waiting.
But there was nothing: no smell, no mess, no oven on.
Jack frowned, stepping closer, picking it up and turning it slightly like it might somehow explain itself.
“Hey, babe,” he called out, brow knitting together. “What did you use the oil for ?”
From somewhere down the hall, your voice came back casually, like nothing was wrong. “Oh! I used it earlier–I must’ve forgotten to put it away.”
Jack’s frown deepened. “For what?”
You stepped into the kitchen, completely calm. “My car”
Jack blinked. Once.
Then again, slower this time, like his brain had just stalled on him.
“...You're what?”
You shrugged lightly, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You said I needed my oil topped up, so I figured I would do it.”
There was a full second where nothing happened.
Jack just stared at you.
“You did what?”
Not loud. Not yelling.
Worse. Disbelief. Pure, utter disbelief.
His eyes flickered from you, to the bottle in his hand, then to the window as if he could see your car, and finally back to you again, like maybe he had misunderstood something along the way.
“You put what kind of oil in your car?” he asked slowly, each word careful, controlled.
You nodded towards the bottle. “That one, duh.”
Jack followed your gesture to the bottle in his hand, then looked back at you.
Stunned.
“That’s canola oil.”
You tilted your head. “Yeah?”
Jack let out a breath, short and disbelieving, like his body didn’t even know how to react yet.
“No—no, that’s not,” he cut himself off, running a hand down his face, pacing once across the kitchen.
“Tell me you didn’t actually put cooking oil in your car.”
You frowned slightly, like he was the confusing one. “It’s baking oil… but yes, I topped it up like you said.”
Jack stopped pacing.
Slowly turned back to you.
“…You used baking oil,” he repeated, pointing at the bottle, his voice tight.
A beat, then it hit him.
“Oh my—no. No, no, no.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, already moving again, faster this time.
“How much did you put in?”
You paused. “Enough?”
Jack let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “That’s not—you can’t—”
He cut himself off, grabbing his keys off the counter.
“Okay. Okay, we’re going outside. Right now. Do not start the car, don’t touch it, just come on.”
He glanced back at you, panic written all over his face now.
“Please tell me you didn’t drive it after.”
You blinked at him, then let out a small laugh.
“I didn’t even turn it on,” you said innocently.
Jack exhaled in relief.
“Because I didn’t actually put the oil in.”
Silence.
A beat.
Then your laugh broke through fully, and you leaned against the counter, grinning.
Jack just stared at you.
“…You’re kidding.”
You were still laughing, leaning against the counter as you caught your breath.
“Sorry,” you grinned, lifting your phone slightly. “TikTok duty calls.”
Jack closed his eyes for a second, rolling them as he let out a long breath.
“I almost had a heart attack,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You owe me for that.”
You shrugged, still smiling. “I owe you what?”
“Cookies,” he said immediately, pointing at you. “You owe me cookies for that scare.”
You bit back another laugh, nodding toward the kitchen.
“Check the microwave.”
Jack didn’t even question it.
He turned and walked over, quickening his pace just a little, curiosity already taking over.
He opened the microwave—
And paused.
A plate of warm, freshly baked cookies sat inside.
Jack’s whole face lit up instantly.
“Oh, you’re amazing,” he said, already reaching in and grabbing one.
He took a big bite without hesitation, leaning back against the counter with a satisfied hum.
“Yeah… this was so worth it,” he added, completely content now.
You laughed, shaking your head.
“So I’m forgiven?”
Jack pointed at you with the cookie, a grin tugging at his lips.
“You were forgiven the minute you mentioned these.”
1. Baby Goat or Matter Baby?
You were supposed to be waiting.
Jack was pulled in for a last-minute trauma, and while he finished up, you had promised you’d sit at the ED hub and behave.
Keyword: Behave.
The clear order that had come straight from Jack’s mouth before he disappeared into the trauma room.
But then you saw Ellis laughing with a med student, Trini charting at the desk, Robby slouched in his chair like he was melting into it, and Langdon pretending he wasn’t listening while very obviously listening.
And suddenly… you got an idea.
The Pitt crew as a whole loved your videos of Jack. Every prank, every reaction, every exhausted “Your unbelievable” moment always made its way through the department.
So it was only fair that you gave them a little revenge back.
You hopped up onto the counter, swinging your legs as you weren't about to cause problems. Your phone is already out as you pretend to scroll through it.
“Quick question,” you said lightly.
Trinity looked up first.
“That tone doesn’t sound good.”
Robby didn't even lift his head. “Don't entertain her. I’m begging you.”
Ellis, of course, leaned in. “I’m listening.”
Langdon finally looked over from the side. “If this is about another prank, I swear I’m transferring.”
You smiled sweetly. “Would you rather be a baby goat… or a matter baby?”
Silence.
Trinity slowly put her pen down. “I’m sorry, what?”
Robby sighed. “That’s not even medically relevant.”
Ellis grinned. “Baby goat. Obviously.”
Langdon frowned slightly, still trying to process it. “What’s a matter, baby?”
A beat.
You paused.
Then slowly turned your head toward him, a sharp little smirk forming.
“You'd better hope Jack doesn’t hear you say that to me.”
It took exactly three seconds.
Then Langdon’s face dropped. “Oh no”
He leaned back, already realizing exactly what he’d walked into.
“I knew this was a setup,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “I knew it.”
Robby immediately perked up. “Yep. That’s on you.”
Ellis laughed. “You walked right into it, man.”
Trinity sighed, not even looking up. “I’m too tired for this.”
Langdon pointed at you, low and defeated. “You did that on purpose.”
You just smiled innocently.
That made him groan under his breath, head tipping back like he was personally victimized by the entire situation.
“I hate this place.”
Robby snorted. “Yeah, that’s the job description.”
Ellis grinned. “You’ll be fine.”
Trinity didn’t even look up. “Not if Jack hears this, he won’t.”
You were still perched on the counter when Jack’s voice cut through the hub.
“Why is everyone standing around?”
The group of you shifted instantly.
Robby leaned back. “Perfect timing, my friend.”
Ellis brightened. “Hey, Jack.”
Trinity immediately went back to charting.
Langdon, however, visibly stiffened the second he heard Jack’s voice.
Robby noticed immediately. “Relax, man.”
“I am relaxed,” Langdon hissed. “I am very relaxed.”
Ellis grinned. “You look like you’re about to shit your pants.”
Langdon shot him a look. “You’re not helping.”
Jack’s gaze moved across the hub, taking in the lingering tension before landing on you, still perched on the counter.
“What did I miss?”
Robby pointed at you immediately. “Start with your girl.”
Ellis leaned in, way too pleased with himself. “The topic was baby goats.”
Jack blinked slowly. “…Baby goats.”
Robby added, “She was just asking us a question.”
Jack exhaled through his nose. “Of course she was.”
Then his eyes shifted. “And Langdon?”
Langdon straightened immediately. “I didn’t do anything.”
Ellis cut in. “He was flirting.”
“I was not—”
That did it.
Laughter broke through the group.
Jack just stood there.
“…Flirting?”
Ellis pointed between you and Langdon. “Relax, it was accidental.”
Langdon groaned. “That’s not helping.”
Jack finally looked at you, still confused.
“What exactly did I walk into?”
You smiled sweetly.
“Just Baby goats,” you said simply.
That made everyone laugh again.
Jack, still not fully understanding, shook his head.
