One hundred fifty thousand dollars. That’s how much debt your dad is in. Determined to free you both, you fight for the one attending position offered to senior residents at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Your stubborn, competitive streak flares out, especially when your competition is just as fierce as you.
Jack Abbot needs that job, and he really doesn’t have a choice. Pittsburgh is the only place for him, and he’s willing to do anything. That much is clear with just how much he is neck-and-neck with you, and how he's willing to do anything. But what he doesn’t like is the woman who makes his life hell—is just as smart—and unimpressed by him.
Young and hungry, both you and he fight tooth-and-nail, snipping at each other’s heels. But hate is just as intense as love, and with both of you walking on the edge of its line, you might just learn how similar you both are.
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The return of dayshift was unwelcome, but the memory of his touch was great company.
You had never thought about it, not really. Dating.
First and foremost, as a medical professional, you don’t exactly have the time. What time you do have, the time you force yourself to take, goes to the spare bedroom you have a habit of filling.
Overall you found it to be a waste of your time. Not a single one of those tech bros or finance guys tinder tossed your way were remotely capable of understanding the path you chose.
What you did, why you did it. On the rare occurrence you did try you could see it go in one ear and out the other.
Adoption seemed to be a foreign concept to most. You mention it and the light visibly leaves their eyes.
“Sure,” they say, waving you off like it’s a game, “if I couldn’t have kids of my own, of course.”
Jack on the other hand… he got it. You saw it that night in pedes.
The way he asked you about it, and actually listened when you answered. He smiled at you, at baby jane doe, leaning in closer like he was just waiting for more.
You found yourself upstairs in your usual chair, safe from the chaos. You missed it more than you cared to admit when your schedule went back to its usual.
Whether it was the chaos or the doctor was to be determined.
The beds upstairs were handled, and your favorite coworker Cherry was spinning in the chair beside you. You had time to spare, and told yourself you needed twenty. A quick break and a visit downstairs just to do your due diligence.
You came bearing gifts of bribery to your favorite fellow social butterfly, Princess. A coffee and a sprinkled donut was all it took to get her talking. You didn’t even have to ask, you just offhandly mentioned working with Mr Silver Fox and you were immediately given the 411.
You knew he was a widow, everyone did, so the ring hadn’t phased you. It was everything else that had you curious.
How easy it was for him to charm was almost unfair. How willing he was to touch was confusing. That eerie sense of calm he gets in the rush of a tragedy was an undeniable turn on.
He was a puzzle, and you happened to like puzzles, until Princess went and said:
“He’s a helpless flirt but I heard he’s not looking for anything serious. Robby thinks he’s having an existential crisis, those swat shifts are insane don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, smile bright despite it all, “totally.”
It’s what you were looking for, but you secretly hoped you wouldn’t find it. The other shoe. He is who he is, and the downstairs crew certainly knew him better than you did.
He wasn’t a bad guy, he didn’t seem to be playing any games, but he likes distractions. The last thing you wanted to be was this handsome older man's pretty young distraction.
You know yourself. You know how easy it would be to get lost in a man like that, hell you already were. All those gentle touches, longing looks, quiet flirts. He was under your skin, but now at least you knew not to go and get your hopes up.
Abbot may be an old man, but he was almost positive you were interested. He’s been around the block and knows a flirt when he sees one, or so he thought.
He had started checking his phone like a teenage girl. You hadn’t texted him back in days. Shen once told him double texting was a red flag, so he hadn’t let himself reach back out. Instead, he stared at the little thumbs up. A stupid response he sent to a medical meme you sent him prior to your conversation with Princess.
He should’ve sent a laughing face, he realized. Or that silly acronym that would have told you he did in fact laugh out loud. Anything besides a stupid old man thumbs up.
He could ask about your schedule, inquire when you might finally grace him and the night crawlers with your sugar spice and everything nice.
“Abbot,” Shen said, snapping his fingers to bring the good doctor back to earth.
“Yeah, yep, yes, what do we got?” Abbot bumbled out, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
“He’s nonverbal and refusing any attempt I make to examine him,” Shen sighed, head cocked back towards the room Lena was guarding with her life, “do you think you could pull some charm out of your ass and give it a shot?”
Pedes patient number one of the night. He arrived just after hand-offs in the back of a police cruiser. It’s how you ended up on his mind in the first place.
The sight of him would’ve broken you in half.
Thin and frail, freckled cheeks and dirty blonde curls. He had to be five, maybe six. Abbot knew for an absolute fact he didn’t have any bastard babies but if someone dropped this kid off on his doorstep he wouldn’t have questioned it.
The police had less information than they did. After multiple 911 calls, the young boy was found wandering aimlessly. No name, no clue what happened or where he came from. Just the blood on his lip and the bloom of bruising that prompted an emergency evaluation.
“Hey Kiddo…” Abbot said softly, taking a tentative step into the room, “can you tell me your name? How old you are, maybe?”
The boy didn’t move, not even to look up at the newest stranger in the full room. Abbot nodded to them all, eyes lingering on Shen. Silently gesturing for them to leave him to it. He stood still as they evacuated, arms crossed tight over his chest.
“Okay,” he sighed, as the last of the crew shuffled out, shutting the door behind them, “time to change tactics,” he rolled the stool over slowly, carefully taking a seat as close as he could get before the young boy tensed, “my name is Jack.”
He pulled out two lollipops from his pocket, one red, one blue, and the young boy eyed the candy, tracking it like he was hypnotized.
“I’m forty-nine years old, which is like, super old so don’t tell anyone.”
“My name is Jack too,” the little boy whispered, hoarse and heartbreaking.
Abbot offered him his choice of flavor as a reward and unwrapped it for him. He sat on the stool in silence, hands on his knees, soaking in the time off his leg while he had an excuse to take it. Only after the little guy's tongue was stained blue did he side eye Abbot, and the second lollipop in his hand.
“I’m five.”
“I miss when I was five,” Abbot chuckled, wheeling himself closer an inch. “Would it be okay if I take a look? See where it hurts? I promise I just want to help.”
Little Jack nodded once, tensing back up when Abbot stood.
Everything he did was slow and gentle. He checked his heart and lungs, winced in sympathy when the young boy whimpered as Abbot pressed against his abdomen.
He distracted him with silly questions only a five year old would find humorous while he inspected further. Bruises in the shape of fingerprints littered the young boy's arms, growing more obvious as time passed. Extreme tenderness suggested a fracture of the radius on the left. Abbot maintained his positive attitude agenda, even with the bile creeping up his throat due to the sight of his mini me broken and bruised.
Once he finished, he sat back down, closer, voice as soft as he could make it.
“Can you tell me how this happened?” He asked, offering him the cherry lollipop for making it through the examination without a tear.
“My mommy doesn’t want me,” Little Jack shrugged, shoving the cherry pop in his mouth.
Abbot held the little boys hand while the police and on-call social worker asked him questions his little mind couldn’t possibly make sense of in this heartbreaking state.
With each new step Abbot couldn’t help but want you there. You with your sparkle, your magic. This boy could do wonders with that type of love.
He put himself in the mind set, your mind set. He modeled every decision he made after your approach, advocating for the little guy who seemed to have fallen through the system's cracks.
“I need someone here with him now, how long can it possibly take? We need consent to treat him, who the hell is supposed to give us that?”
“We’re trying but his case work lives an hour away, just go ahead and treat the emergent injuries and Davis will be around once he’s found placement.”
“You said that an hour ago,” Abbot muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face to correct his expression. Mentally preparing himself to turn and face the sight of heartbreak.
This little boy was quiet, but he was sharp. He knew something was wrong and the fear was getting worse as the night dragged on.
“I don’t want to go home,” he whimpered, eyes wide and watery.
Abbot could’ve called you from the start, knowing your tendency to stay late you probably wouldn’t have had to turn around further than the parking garage. It would’ve been a reason to call if nothing else, but he didn’t want to break your heart with this too. If he didn’t have to, why should he? But looking at the tiny split lip quiver was when Abbot decided little Jack wasn’t waiting a moment longer than he had to.
“Hey,” Abbot crossed the room in a rush, settling at the end of the gurney, “you’re staying here with me for now…” he paused before he could say anything else. He didn’t have the words to tell this kid they didn’t have a safe place for him, not when Abbot knew you were still suffering from empty nest syndrome after baby jane doe. “And… I happen to know a very pretty nurse who has a nice warm bed with your name on it.”
His eyebrow danced, one up one down, so adorably familiar Abbot himself was considering a DNA test. “Really?”
“I’m gonna step out for just a minute and give her a call, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Little Jack held Abbot's hand tighter, “Promise?”
He gave him a gentle squeeze, “Promise.”
You had just shuffled inside. You stood in the doorway for a moment, readjusting to the heavy silence your house held. Doordash was on the way, and you could hear your bed calling out for you.
Party of one.
You glanced at the last of baby jane does things. Washed, folded, just waiting to be put away for the next little lady to come.
Your party of one quickly became a pity party of one. Then your phone rang.
“Abbot, everything okay?”
“It depends on how you take this next part.”
He told you everything, but your brain tuned him out the moment he said a little boy arrived sobbing and wouldn’t let anyone touch him. You started throwing things together and kept cutting him off asking questions.
How old is he? How big is he? Has he eaten? What did he come with?
One after the next while you over stuffed your work bag with essentials. He didn’t need to see your face to know that you didn’t even blink. You sucked in the information like a sponge and before he had finished running you through the initial exam he could hear the soft hum of your engine starting in the background.
“I’m on the way.”
Then all he heard was dead air and the dial tone.
You zipped through traffic like you owned the asphalt underneath your tires. You cursed, your tires squealed, and you may or may not have flipped the bird out your window a handful of times. Your ever growing to do list checked one emergency stop at a time until you had everything you needed and then some.
“Doctor Abbot," you nodded politely, rushing in through the bay doors. Bag in one hand, happy meal in the other.
He crossed his arms and your knees wobbled at the sight, bulging muscle barely contained by the blended fabric of his black scrub top.
His chin tilted up, just enough the silver stubble shimmered in the harsh fluorescent lighting. “I heard it’s been a crappy week for pedes.”
He assessed you like an incoming trauma but nothing seemed out of place. You were smiling at him, that same sugary sweet expression you always wear. His gaze found yours and he waited for it to happen, but the slow expansion of your pupil was a near miss this time.
You tried to contain that flutter in your chest, you really did, but his tongue passed over his bottom lip and your body responded to him all on its own.
“Its always a crappy week for pedes,” you sighed, readjusting your go bag on to sit more comfortably on your shoulder, “have you met his case worker? Is it Davis or Carlson?”
He reached for your bag, taking the deadweight off your shoulders before you could protest.
“I talked to Davis, he’s still on his way but he’s on board with you taking him.”
“Perfect, can I see his chart?”
“We still need to x-ray the arm but it’s definitely broken. He’s pretty quiet. I bribed him with a lollipop to get him to answer a few questions.”
You glanced his way, the tiniest smile that mr grumpy was forced to take your sunshine tactics for a spin today. “Good thinking.”
He leaned in against you, just enough to finally get a whiff of that sweet blend of scents you like that wear. You leaned back against him without a thought to how it must look, angling the chart so you could both have eyes on the despicable details.
You didn't notice Lena with her eyes burning a hole in the side of Abbot's head. You didn't notice Shen and Ellis sharing a look between glances at you. You didn't once register how close you were, or how easily you fit against him. The curve of him and the curve of you fit like a puzzle and it was too easy to stay that way.
“Poor little guy,” you sighed, reviewing his history without the assistance of your rose colored glasses. He was born in this very hospital, and every detail since then made you sick. The more you read the bigger your hate fire burned, rage was boiling in your veins and you wanted to hit things. But that’s not what the little boy needed.
“Okay,” you rolled all those nasty emotions off your back and put yourself where you needed to be mentally for the kid, “lead the way.”
Abbot walked in backwards, back pushing open the door for you to skip in alongside him.
“Alright little man, this is the nurse I was telling you about.”
“You two have been talking about me huh?” You fixed your face into a smile, perked up your voice for the little boy, and plopped right into the rolling stool sending yourself spinning towards the bed. “Who do we have here?”
He looked for his doctor, and Abbot sent him a wink.
“Jack,” the little boy nodded.
“I love it,” you grinned, giggling internally while connecting the similarities between the pair like a game of connect the dots. You glanced up at Abbot, lashes fluttering the way they always do, and smiled so sweetly down at the little boy. “Well Jack, I’m y/n, I brought you a few things, you wanna take a look?”
He looked to Abbot first again, eyebrows arched in silent communication. Abbot nodded, so little Jack did too. The little boy didn’t meet your eyes, but you held your smile up, nodding along as you pulled your bag closer and opened the zipper slowly.
“First, some fresh clothes. I brought green and blue, you can pick.”
He looked to Abbot again but he couldn’t decide for him. The good doctor gave him a supportive smile, chin gesturing to the separate piles of pajamas you placed on the gurney.
“Green,” he nodded, pointing to the dinosaur pjs rather than the blue set with sharks.
“Nice choice,” Abbot grinned, arms crossed and leaning back on his heels.
“Agreed, and in that case, I brought this.” You pulled it out nice and slow, a stuffed t-rex that made his eyes go wide, “Dinosaurs are my personal favorite.”
You seized that opportunity for what it was and shot Abbot a wink. You didn't need to be involved to have some flirty fun...right?
The Abbot charm faltered and the pesky pink tint to his skin returned, a heart stopping grin that was almost enough to distract you from the task at hand.
Little Jack took the weighted plush with careful hands, “cool.”
You hummed softly and started pulling out all sorts of things. A toothbrush and bubble gum toothpaste. New socks, underwear. You had Abbot on his toes, desperate for a look inside your Mary Poppins bag. You brought a selection and let him pick everything. He picked the Shrek toothbrush, the briefs with dragons on them, and a nice pair of fluffy purple socks to tie everything together.
“We need to get you out of these old clothes, is it okay if I help you? Or do you want Dr Abbot to do it?”
The little boy blushed like a fool, looking between you and his doctor like he was scared to say the wrong thing. The new pretty nurse or a male doctor he clearly trusts, the choice was obvious.
“Jack,” he whispered, clinging to the t-rex like you might try and take it from him.
“You got it kiddo,” you nodded, taking to your feet, “I’ll be right outside this curtain.”
The fabric glided effortlessly on the tracks and you teetered on your heels. A blink, two, and the little boy squeaked out something more than a one word sentence.
“She is pretty,” the boy whispered. It was followed by a giggle you tried to choke down and heartwarming chuckle from Abbot too.
“I told you so,” Abbot agreed, peeling the soiled clothes off his tiny body. He was extremely cautious with the arm, guiding it through the opening an inch at a time. “She’s nice too, you’re going to be in excellent hands.”
The little boy chewed on it, eyebrows dancing, nose wiggling, silently allowing the good doctor to wipe him down with the baby wipes you strategically placed next to the pile of freshly washed pajamas.
Abbot was thorough. Collected week old dirt from under his nails, behind his ears, between his toes. Abbot asked questions softly, gesturing to old scars and slow healing bruises, trying to piece together this kid's story without pushing him back into his shell.
Each answer made your knees a little weaker. He was so casual about everything.
“Mommy’s boyfriend did that.”
“Mommy got mad.”
“Mommy said I was bad.”
Always mom, you noticed.
What you wouldn't give to be someone's mom. What you wouldn't give to have a family. A home of laughter and love.
All those hopes and dreams clouded with hate that anyone could ever take something like that for granted.
Abbot stretched the hem of the short sleeve shirt until the stitching popped, making extra room to guide little Jack's injured arm in first.
Fresh clothes did wonders, but the dinosaur plush that was wafting the strong scent of lavender was the real prize. The little boy clung to it like his life depended on it and the aroma was doing exactly what it was intended for.
Little Jack sat back down in his spot with the good doctor's help, one eyebrow up, breathing a little easier. “What if she doesn’t like me?”
“Well…” Abbot drawled, fixing the young boy's dirty blonde curls, “she likes me, and if she likes me, she’ll definitely like you.”
Abbot opened the curtain and you were still fixing your face. Gaze down, eyes red and puffy. His body blocked you until you were back, the sunshine version of you that didn’t let the outside world touch the seemingly endless amounts of joy.
Your hand brushed his as you rounded the gurney and Abbot was certain he flatlined. Such a tiny touch that had way too much power over the pink shade to his ears.
You took back your seat a few wheel rolls closer than before. “I know this is all a little scary, but you have a really good doctor.”
The boy shrugged. “He’s nice.”
“Mhmm, funny too… funny looking I mean.” It earned a laugh. A small watery chuckle but the little boy still didn’t look towards you. “Okay Jack…I’m gonna tell you what’s going on, you think you can try to keep up?”
He looked at Abbot, and the good doctor stepped closer, the heat of him leaching out and warming your back side. You leaned back into that same effortless fit and he hummed. A low rumbling sound that vibrated through you when your bodies connected.
It made you more aware, focused on what was in front of you and how every move you made might affect him. The little boy raised a brow once more, searching the two of you for something, but neither of you moved.
Little Jacks chart gave you just about everything you needed to know. He has definitely been through this before, but you started from the beginning anyway. You explained things one at a time. Who you were and reiterating the fact he was absolutely safe with you.
You’ve been doing it long enough to sus out most things on your own. Most kids respond better to women, you’ve noticed, but he didn’t trust anyone.
He flinched, constantly.
If you moved too fast or shifted just enough to readjust. Any flash of moving bodies passing the pedes room made his whole body jolt back into the pillow. If your tone changed even a little, or you stared too long, he noticed.
He watched everything, absorbed all of it, his tiny mind working overtime to find ways to protect himself. The only person he did trust was right behind you, dedicating all the time in the world he didn’t have just to make the little boy comfortable.
“Now…we’re gonna run a few tests to make sure you’re healthy, but that means we have to take a tiny bit of your blood.” You waited for him to react, and he did. Looked at you with that same fear in his eye he got every time you breathed wrong. “Scary I know, but I can do it, and I’ll be super gentle.”
He gripped the stuffy tighter, nose burrowed into the green fuzz. “Can Jack do it?”
Abbot rested a heavy hand on your shoulder, warm and addictive. “Of course little man, but she is a lot better at it than me.”
The two of you shared a glance and a smile but it only lasted a second, eyes moving right back to the little guy that was nodding hesitantly.
You moved carefully, but still efficient. You explained everything as you pulled it out, and again as you started the process. One step at a time and Abbot made his way around you, holding his good hand the whole way through. Distracting him with charming words and funny gestures, it was done before he even realized. A bright rainbow band aid from your morning shift scrubs you never had the opportunity to change out of.
Little Jack sniffled, squeezing Abbots hand, “All done?”
“Almost, we need to take a fancy picture of the bone in your arm next, so we can see where it hurts.”
“The bone?”
“It won’t hurt at all and we’ll be with you the whole time.”
Little Jack glanced between the two of you once more, “The whole time?”
“Pinky swear,” you extended your hand, slowly not to spook him, pinky out. He dropped Abbot's hand and accepted with his working arm. Something you considered the first win of the evening when the smallest smile crept across his face.
Abbot is a man of his word, as are you, and the both of you escorted little Jacks gurney like it was the only thing you were paid to do.
X-ray was quick and painless as promised, but CT was your personal favorite. With the tenderness in his abdomen, Abbot didn't want to leave anything to chance, so you convinced him the machine was a spaceship! Then convinced the radiologist he deserved the behind the scenes tour. Which was just a detailed explanation of the controls before they loaded him up and sent him on a mission to sit perfectly still!
You stepped out into the hall, just outside the door so you could be there the second he was done, and Abbot took it upon himself to join you.
He craved you all the time. The softness, the smiles, the giggles and even the glitter. He craved all the things he once wanted, all those heartbreaking things he thought he missed out on, and it was a feeling he couldn't let go of.
You were young and life had more to offer you than he could, but he wanted to try.
"That picture you sent was funny." Starting off strong. Hands in his pockets, watching you for tells but your mind was elsewhere, keeping a close eye on little Jack through the small glass window.
"Mhm."
He took his hands out of his pockets just to shurg and put them right back in, "I was wondering-"
The sound of the machine disengaging cut him off and you flung the door open.
"Good job Jack! You were like a statue!"
You never realized it before, but when you're the one waiting, time passes funny. One hour in the emergency room felt like days, and you hadn't visited a bathroom since this morning.
"Lena," you called, flagging down the boss lady herself before your bladder burst, "can you sit with him i need two minutes max."
She was all too eager, stealing a handful of sugar from the bribery bin you added at the hub when you were had your visiting rotation in the pitt.
Jack had warmed up to the space. He didn't flinch when she approached, and Lena even earned a smile when his fifth lollipop of the evening became visible. That's when you felt safe enough to step away, watching him relax at her presence was the permission you needed to run.
Heel toe, heel toe.
You didn't stop until you were practically ripping off your scrub bottoms so you didn't pee yourself.
It was like heaven. A steady stream of pure bliss.
Hands washed, hair fixed, a thin layer of chapstick applied, you were back in action. Nosy by nature, you took a peek at the board...and Abbot.
His lips were pursed, hair a mess, staring down at the tablet like it had personally offended him. You missed that face this week.
You missed the view of crows feet and sliver strands. Flirting never hurt anybody...right?
You sauntered over, the rustle of scrub fabric rubbing between thighs called attention to you before you could sneak up on him entirely.
He glanced up, then turned to give you his undivided attention.
You crossed your arm, raising a brow of your own, “You told him I was pretty.”
“I prefer not to lie to my patients” he shrugged, wearing a cocky grin with his head bowed low, “it builds trust.”
You leaned in close, just short of nose to nose. “You know...the famous Abbot charm up close and personal is really something.”
His grin split, wide enough to show off those pearly whites, pulling his tablet seemingly out of thin air. “His labs are back.”
You gasped, hand to chest, “now you’re just talking dirty to me!” You snatched the tablet and took a look for yourself. You hummed at some, groaned at others, and rolled your eyes at the final conclusion. “We’re gonna be here a while,” you sighed, looking over his result that all but guaranteed you would be missing your shift in the morning. “Alright doc, take your time I’ll keep him comfortable.”
“You know, I think you’re my favorite nurse.”
You tipped on your toes, pushing your own boundaries further and further with your finger at his lips. “Shhh, Lena might hear you.”
You were definitely sending mixed signals. You knew that too well and he picked up on it the moment your hand dropped like his lips burned to the touch.
You’ve never had an issue with boundaries before. You were a walking talking rainbow but you were a professional, until he got close, and now somehow all the lines blur together.
He kept stopping by, serious expression softening for a micro second as he observed you both.
After Jacks labs came back and he had the green light to eat, the happy meal you brought him changed the game. He inhaled the fries and asked you so sweetly to try all the sauces, because of course you brought one of each. You both enjoyed the lukewarm fast-food junk like it was a five course meal.
Little Jack let you sit on the bed with him after that, using a patient tray to hold the ipad you brought at his level, finding Nemo playing just loud enough for him to hear. Slowly, he wiggled closer. An inch at a time until his head was resting against your arm, eyes shut.
Abbot popped his head in for easily the hundredth time and hummed softly, in awe of the sight, “I see we’ve made some progress.”
“He just needs someone to be patient with him.”
“Don’t we all?”
You smiled. You tried to stop it but that stupid Abbot charm was twisting up your insides. Slow to move, you managed to tilt your head, resting against the little guy who needed a real bed sooner rather than later. “Have you heard from ortho?”
“Someone should be down soon.”
You glanced down at your little Jack, so tired, and still so much to do.
“Good, I was about to call Park myself.”
Abbot huffed, arms crossed and chest tight. “That would’ve ended terribly for all of us.”
“For you maybe, he likes me.”
His face dropped and his tone dipped, “Does he?”
You grinned, he might be under your skin, but you’re definitely under his too. “Don’t worry Dr Abbot, you're still my favorite attending.”
anywayyysssss...im surprisingly happy with this...i hope you are too...k love you bye.
p.s. i do not consent to have my work copied or fed to ai, if you do so, i WILL track you down and kill you myself
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A lazy day on the couch turns into one of your favorite moments together as Jack curls up against you, quietly soaking up your company. With playful teasing, gentle touches, and plenty of cuddles, it's the kind of afternoon neither of you wants to end.
The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the TV neither of you were really watching.
You were stretched out across the couch, one leg tangled beneath a blanket while your phone rested comfortably in your hands. Mindlessly scrolling through videos, you barely noticed the weight settling against you until Jack let out a content sigh.
"You comfortable?" you asked without looking up.
"Mhm."
He was lying half on top of you, his head resting against your chest, one arm draped lazily around your waist.
"You know you're not exactly light."
"You complainin'?"
A smile tugged at your lips.
"I don't remember saying that."
"Good answer."
You shook your head, continuing to scroll while he got even more comfortable, somehow managing to steal most of the blanket in the process.
A few moments passed before you felt his fingertips lazily tracing circles against your side through your T-shirt.
It was absentminded, almost like he didn't even realize he was doing it.
"You fidget too much," you mumbled.
"I ain't fidgeting."
His fingers paused for exactly two seconds.
Then they started again, this time gently drawing little patterns along your waist.
You looked down at him.
"Jack."
"Hm?"
"I literally just caught you."
He grinned without opening his eyes.
"My hands got a mind of their own."
"Convenient."
"I know."
You laughed quietly, returning your attention to your phone.
Another minute went by before his hand wandered again, slipping around your waist to pull you just a little closer.
"As if we're not already touching," you teased.
"You could be closer."
"You are laying on me."
"And?"
"And you're impossible."
"I've heard worse."
His thumb brushed back and forth against your hip while he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.
"You smell good."
"So do you."
"I know."
"There it is."
"What?"
"The ego."
"It ain't ego if it's true."
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
"You really love hearing yourself talk."
"Nah."
He tilted his head just enough to look at you.
"I just love hearing you laugh."
Your heart softened.
"You say things like that on purpose."
"Maybe."
"You know exactly what you're doing."
"I definitely do."
He smiled when you reached up to comb your fingers through his curls.
Almost instantly, his eyes fluttered shut again.
"There you go," you whispered.
"There I go what?"
"Getting all sleepy."
"I'm resting."
"Mhm."
"I am."
"You've said three words in the last five minutes."
"I'm conserving energy."
"For?"
He shrugged against you.
"More cuddling."
You couldn't help but laugh.
"That's not how energy works."
"It is if I'm with you."
His hand found yours beneath the blanket, lacing your fingers together while his thumb absentmindedly brushed over your knuckles.
The room settled back into a comfortable silence.
You continued scrolling through your phone.
Jack continued using you as the world's most comfortable pillow.
Every so often, his hand would squeeze yours, trace another lazy circle against your side, or tug you a little closer like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.
"You know," you said after a while, "you're clingier than anyone realizes."
One eye cracked open.
"I got an image to maintain."
"So this is a secret?"
"This?" He smiled sleepily. "Only for you."
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"I think I can keep it."
"Good."
Within minutes, his breathing had slowed, his grip on your hand relaxed but never let go, and his face wore the smallest, most peaceful smile.
You smiled to yourself before setting your phone aside.
Summary: Your marriage with Robby was falling apart, luckily his best friend is able to help pick up the pieces.
Tags/Warnings: MDNI (18+) explicit sexual content, lots of fluff, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names, lowkey cheating but like not really, brief mentions of drinking, possible ooc (I literally just write and see where it takes me)
Word Count: 3000~
To say your marriage was falling apart was an understatement.
It had completely shattered, and you were trying to carefully pick up pieces off the floor and glue them back together, hoping you had the puzzle right.
Ever since Robby had caught Langdon stealing benzos, your marriage had been put on the back burner, nothing new, but you didn’t think it would be this permanent.
If he’s not at work, he’s picking up shifts. If he’s not picking up shifts, he’s out on his stupid motorcycle. If he’s not on his stupid motorcycle, he’s at the gym. He’s always anywhere but home; anywhere but with you.
And the worst part is, you’ve gotten used to it.
He used to come home and either not talk and go straight to bed, or come home, not talk and instead take out his emotions and decompress with sex.
Then in the morning, you guys would talk while you both got ready for work, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a peek into the storm in his mind.
You knew that even if he wasn’t talking, he still was there for you; still present enough in your marriage to understand your concerns and your needs.
Now, he’s never home, and when he is, it’s either fighting or complete silence.
Some days, you’d actually prefer the fighting because then he was at least talking to you. You could get some kind of understanding of his frustrations.
You started reaching out to Abbot as Robby drifted, knowing sometimes your husband would confide in his best friend. Jack tried his best to keep you in the loop, and was quite helpful in the beginning, but after a few months started to pass, and Robby’s treatment towards you shifted, Jack’s communication started to lack. Not on his behalf, of course, but because Robby became more closed off.
“She’s worried, you know.” He mentioned once during one of their roof shift swaps, Robby on the other side of the barrier this night.
“She’s got nothing to be worried about.”
And that was the end of that conversation.
No matter how hard Jack pushed, it was like fighting a brick wall.
“Please, just tell me something positive. Anything.” You begged as you drank your feelings across from Jack.
The idea was to get you out of the house and to have any kind of distraction, but as soon as you and Jack met up for drinks, you couldn’t keep it together anymore.
Jack sighed and gave a meek smile.
There was nothing new, or positive, or anything, for him to tell you.
You were on the verge of tears, and Jack would do anything to see you smile again, even just for a second.
He knew the pain his best friend was causing, and knew, deep down, that it was over for you two.
“Don’t cry, please,” He muttered softly, moving to sit beside you in the booth and pull you into a hug. “I hate it when you cry.”
“I just… I wish I knew what to do…”
“Well, maybe this sabbatical will be a good thing for both of you.” He says into your hair, placing a gentle kiss to try and calm you.
“What..?”
“What?”
“What the fuck do you mean, sabbatical?” You turned to look up at him, expression immediately changing from sad to angry.
“He didn’t…? Fuck, of course he didn’t,” he grumbles, grabbing his phone before getting up. “I’ll be right back, angel.” He smiled softly before storming off, trying to hide his frustration from you.
“Hey, asshole! Why the fuck didn’t you tell your wife you were planning on leaving!?” Jack spits out immediately once Robby picked up.
Before Robby can even speak, Jack cuts him off and continues.
“She’s been crying for the past two hours here with me over your lack of communication, and then I just became the one to tell her about your sabbatical? What is wrong with you!?”
“Look, I just need space.” He said calmly, too calm for Jack’s liking about the whole situation.
“Need some space? You’ve got space! She’s given you space, and now she needs you to quit acting like a fucking child and grow a pair! She’s been doing this alone the past four months whilst you mope around and- and live like you’re hoping it’s your last day on this fucking Earth! I can’t- I can’t keep doing this shit for you and doing your fucking job in this marriage.”
He’s pacing, and seething, and is craving a nicotine patch, all while the line stays silent, the only proof the call is ongoing is the faint breathing on the other side.
“You’ve left already, haven’t you..?” Jack says through a breath, exhausted at this whole ordeal.
Whether he’s mentioning the relationship or for his sabbatical, he doesn’t know, but he knows the inevitable answer for both.
Silence fills the line.
“You’ve got to tell her, man. You can’t keep dragging her through this.”
“I know.”
“Sooner, rather than later.”
“I know.”
“She knows it’s coming. She’s told me,” He admits, his voice shaking ever so slightly. “You should just rip the band-aid off, free both of you from this cycle.”
“I know.”
“Do you know any other words?”
A small chuckle is let out on both sides of the call, both grateful for the small break of humour in such an awful time.
Jack stayed on the call a while longer, neither saying anything, just taking in the reality of the situation.
“Promise me you’ll take care of her for me.”
And the call ended.
Jack let out a shaky sigh and rubbed the tears brewing in his eyes before heading back in to see your figure sinking into the sticky faux leather, desperately wanting out of the bar.
“Sorry that took so long.”
“It’s okay… Can we go?”
“Of course, angel.”
You had already gathered all of your things, finished your drink, paid your tab, and stacked the glasses to make the booth easier to clean; too fidgety to sit still the twenty minutes Jack was gone.
Jack didn’t bother asking where you wanted to go, instead, taking you back to his place, knowing the last thing you needed was a reminder of your shitty home life.
The drive was quiet, yet comfortable. Jack rested his hand on your thigh, checking on you every few minutes, whether it was by turning to look at you or gently squeezing your leg.
When you arrived back to his apartment, he opened the car door for you, and walked the entire way up to his unit with his hand on the small of your back.
“I’m sorry that you’ve been dragged into this. You shouldn’t… shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Whatever the fuck this even is…” You mumble as you make yourself comfortable on his couch.
Jack’s apartment is familiar enough, having been around lots in the past with your husband.
Your husband.
The one who was probably halfway across the state by now. The one who hasn’t talked to you for the past three weeks. The one who was supposed to be with you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, and all that other bullshit you had once said at your wedding.
“He’s an asshole. It’s nobody’s fault but his. If anything, I’m sorry.”
Two words.
All it took were those two words that you had been begging Robby to say.
I’m sorry.
You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as they slowly started to stream down your cheeks, causing Jack to immediately rush over to comfort you.
“Hey, hey, look at me. It’s going to be okay. It’ll get easier.”
“How long..?” You choke out through the tears. “How long till it gets easier?”
Jack pauses in his soothing rubbing on your back, trying to think of how to carefully word his next sentence.
He could lie and give an exact time, but in truth, it had never gotten easier for him. The distance just made it easier to digest the truth and for emotions to change.
“I still have yet to figure that one out.” He chuckles softly, giving you a light squeeze.
“At least you’re honest.” You sniffle, trying to laugh, but instead it comes out as a weird cough.
An awkward yet comforting silence settles between the two of you once again, the faint light of the hallway lamp and the moonlight sneaking through the blinds making everything a little easier to take in.
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Sex.” You say with a dry laugh, kicking off your shoes.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘okay.’”
“Yeah, I know, that’s the fucking problem.” You scoff, burying your head in your hands at the absurdity of the situation.
“Look, I know it’s been a while for both of us, and not to be blunt but, it’s not like Robby’s coming back to this relationship,” he pauses, motioning between the two of you as if talking about your individual relationships with the man. “If it’s what you want, and it’ll make you feel better, even just a little, I’ll do it. I don’t want to see you spiral like I did when I lost my wife.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, fuck it, let's do it. It’s not like I have anything left to lose… No offence.”
“None taken, I get it.” He chuckles, conceding with open palms.
“I feel like a rookie.” You laugh as you both awkwardly shed the last of your clothing onto his bedroom floor, leaving you both in your undergarments. “I genuinely haven’t been this in my head since I first started having sex.”
Jack’s eyes are glued to your body, taking in every inch of your skin, memorizing every dip, curve, and mole.
In his fifty-something years of living, he’s never felt more alive and magnetically attracted to something. If he were a teenager, he would have finished already, and currently, he was fighting for his life to not do something so similarly stupid.
“You have nothing to worry about…” He mutters, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues to ogle you, unable to focus on anything else in the room.
“God, is this a mistake?” You question, more to yourself than anything, subconsciously starting to cover your chest with your arms as you sit on the edge of the bed.
“Maybe… Probably.” Jack chuckles as he sits next to you, resting his arms on his knees to be able to lean forward and see you better. “But like you said, it’s not like you have anything left to lose.”
“I don’t like it when you use my words against me.”
“Shouldn’t say stupid things then.”
“Asshole.” You snort, playfully pushing his bicep.
His strong, freckled, bare bicep.
That was an immediate snap back to reality.
Your husband’s best friend was next to you, willing to do anything to make you feel better, and was currently being cockblocked because you were having doubts that didn’t need to exist.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
You nod and squeeze his side before pulling him in for a soft kiss.
Jack Abbot was attractive, no doubt about it, but his care and generosity for you was really what made him attractive. He never wanted to hurt you or push you too far, somehow knowing your limits better than you knew yourself. He took time making sure you felt loved and important, his hands trailing where his lips couldn’t reach, too preoccupied with tasting the faint alcohol mixed with your own taste on your tongue. His touch was as light as a feather, which made you laugh slightly into the kiss at the juxtaposition between the appearance of the man in front of you and how tender he was.
It wasn’t long before you were on your back on the plush mattress, his arms caging your head as he worked his way down your neck while your fingers tangled into his silver curls.
“You taste even better than I could’ve imagined… and I have yet to get to the sweetest part.”
“You’re such a tease.” You barely make out between small moans.
“It’s part of my charm.” He mumbled before getting lower and lower, his stubble now scratching just above your pubic bone.
“May I?”
“Please.”
In one swift movement, your panties were discarded on the floor, Jack’s eyes now glued to your faintly glistening folds.
“Can’t believe he’s giving all this up…” He mumbles, kissing down your inner thigh. “He’s a fucking moron.”
You laugh slightly at Jack’s comment about Robby, but it quickly fades into a moan as Jack’s tongue glides across your clit.
“Holy shit.”
“Mhm, I was right about this being the sweetest part.”
Then he’s eating you out like a starved man, desperate to learn every way your body craves his touch and attention, memorizing what makes you moan and squirm. His tongue is carefully exploring your pussy, committing the shape to memory so that next time, his tongue can guide him to all the right places. His calloused thumb rubs circles on your hip while the other hand holds your thigh to keep your legs open just the right amount. The collective actions of how he’s making your body feel, and your mind go fuzzy, is something you don’t think you’ll ever be able to survive without, now that you’ve experienced it.
“Cum for me, angel. Let go and relax for me, please.”
Between his begging and skillful tongue, you’re not far from your orgasm, that is, until a finger slips inside.
That extra digit sends you over the edge, becoming a shaking, moaning mess, trapping Jack between your thighs whilst you ride your high.
“Holy shit…”
“So you’ve said.” He chuckles, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before he makes his way back to your lips, kissing you as a reward for your release.
“Thank you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries all the emotions needed to convey your feelings.
“No need to thank me, at least not yet. We’ve got a long way to go tonight before I’m done with you.” He smiles, kissing the corner of your lips while his hands slide under your back to unclasp your bra.
“Fuck, Jack, I’m so close…” You whine, your legs shaking beneath yourself.
You were currently nearing your fourth orgasm of the night, Jack nearing his second, too focused on making you feel good to worry about his own release.
“Me too… Don’t hold back for me…”
As his words left his mouth, he reached an arm around your torso to start playing with your overwhelmed clit, wanting you to have the most amount of pleasure for your final orgasm of the night.
“Oh fuck!” You moan, your orgasm finally washing over you as you slump further into the mattress.
Jack is seconds behind, holding you close as he buries himself deep into you and cums, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
The room is hot, both of you sweaty and sticky with bodily fluids, while echoes of your combined panting fill the room.
You sink further into the bed as Jack pulls out, catching his breath for a second before getting up and heading off to find something to clean you. He comes back a few moments later with a warm cloth, carefully cleaning your sensitive pussy and then his cum covered cock.
“You know, for someone who claimed to be feeling like a rookie, you sure didn’t act like one.” He teases, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants then handing you a pair of his boxers and an old army shirt.
“Instincts kicked in.” You laugh, slipping into the clothes then help him place his prosthetic beside the nightstand.
“I’m curious what you’re like then when it isn’t just instincts then.”
“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” You smile, kissing his cheek before the two of you settle under the covers. “Can I thank you now?”
“Yeah, share all your thanks and praises now.”
“I hate you.”
He just smiles and kisses the tip of your head before reaching for his phone on the nightstand checking notifications and the news as you start to drift in his hold. Before he puts his phone down and turns off the light, he sends a final text to Robby.
Don’t bother coming home.
I literally wish I was lying when I say I started this over a month ago, but then I got super ill, and writers block, and personal shit, but anyways... here it is!
The ending is kinda balls not gonna lie but I'm trying to be less judgmental of my writing and less in my head and I really wanted this done and over with... I’m leaving it and going to go bash my head into a wall to prevent my stress
Lord Of The Flies characters react to you falling asleep while doing an activity
Includes Roger, Maurice, Ralph, Jack, and Simon.
Roger:
You sit on the ground where the grass meets the sand, sharpening your blade. The sun is getting lower by the minute and your movements grow slower by the second, every stroke of the rock hitting the blade is a battle against the exhaustion. You try desperately to fight the tiredness off but the blade needs to be sharp before morning. Lost in your exhaustion, you do not notice Roger approaching from behind. He watches your struggling rhythm for a moment. Stepping closer, he drops to his knees behind you. You get startled slightly at the sudden sound of movement, but the noise isn't enough to scare you back into reality. Before you can fully react, he wraps his arms around you from behind. His slightly larger, steady hands gently cover yours, guiding your sluggish movements to shape the edge. You turn your head to see him, offering a lazy, half-asleep smile before resting your gaze back on the weapon. Roger shifts his weight, moving to sit beside you without breaking his hold on your hands."I'm tired," you say lightly, looking down at the blade, "but I need this finished before tomorrow." "Yeah, I noticed," he replies softly, his tone blunt but affectionate. Which is weird for his strong personality. He gently takes the rock and the blade from your relaxed grip. "Here, just lay down on my lap. I'll finish the rest, okay?" "Alright. Just wake me up when you're done, Roger." You ease your head down onto his lap. As you close your eyes, he carefully angles his arms away from you, whittling at a distance to ensure no stray shavings fall on your face. Maurice yells to Roger from a distance not realizing you are asleep on him. "Roger! Ive been looking for you, what are you doing over h–" Maurice pauses and looks confused when he sees you snuggled up on Roger. "Why is she sleeping on you?" Maurice says, walking over towards the two of you with pure confusion. "She said she was tired" Roger says bluntly. Maurice is speechless, he just decides to head back to the rest of the hunters. After Roger finished sharpening your blade he lightly picked up your head from his lap, left your blade next to you, and stood up to go sleep with the rest of the kids, leaving you sleeping all by yourself. He didn't sleep near you or wake you up to move you to a safer place, but at least he helped you with the blade.
Maurice:
everyone sits in a tight circle, the sound of rocks scraping against each other. While the rest of the group takes turns talking, a sudden, heavy wave of exhaustion comes over you. You fall completely silent, losing track of the conversation entirely. To your left sits Jack, and to your right is Maurice. Hoping to hide your fatigue from the rest of the group, you hunch forward, letting your head drop so your hair falls like a curtain to cover your closed eyes. Maurice, immediately notices the sudden silence from your side of the circle. He looks over and sees your hands resting completely still, your blade and rock sitting idle in your lap. Leaning in close so the rest of the group won't overhear, he speaks in a low, gentle voice. "Do you want me to finish sharpening your blade?" Without opening your eyes or lifting your heavy head, you give a nod. He sets his own weapon down on the grass beside him, then carefully slides your blade and rock out of your relaxed grip. He begins striking your blade against the stone, while you drift off. After a while you wake up to feel someone carrying you, it's Maurice. He glaces down at you to see you softly staring up at him, he then smiles and looks back up to see whats in front of him. You close your eyes again but can't quite fall asleep due to him shaking you as he's trying to walk. After about a minute of walking he stops and lays you on the ground next to a pack of the littleluns, "sleep well" he whispers before walking off with Roger and Jack.
Ralph:
The intense labor of the day finally catches up to you. After hours of hauling heavy wooden logs across the island to build the shelters, an overwhelming, exhaustion settles into your muscles. Overhead, the harsh tropical sun finally begins to cool down. You decide to crawl into the dark, half-finished frame of the hut, collapsing onto the cool ground and letting sleep take over. Outside, Ralph and Piggy walk back from collecting more wood, their arms stacked with fresh branches. "I'm going to go help the littluns get settled for the night," Piggy says, adjusting his glasses. "You can finish up the roofing here. "Ralph nods, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Right. See you at the fire later." They part ways, and Ralph walks back toward the unfinished hut. As he gets closer, he pauses, realizing the area is missing a person. You are nowhere to be found. A wave of confusion and fear wash over his face. He lets the bundle of sticks fall to the ground, fearing something might have happened to you on the island, he checks the area before finally looking through the low entrance of the hut. Relief replaces his panic when he spots you curled up on the dirt, sound asleep. He crawls inside the cramped shelter and gently sits down beside you. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks softly. You force your heavy eyelids open, squinting through the dim light to find Ralph hovering over you. "Yeah..." you mumble, your voice thick with sleep. "Just really tired." Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, you go right back into unconsciousness. Ralph watches you for a minute, listening to the sound of your breathing. Tired himself, he lays down beside you, giving you your space at first. The two of you fall asleep back-to-back, a small gap between you two. But as the hot temperature is replaced with a cool ocean breeze, your bodies naturally seek warmth. By midnight, you have both turned inward, sleeping face-to-face, with his arm wrapped around your body, comforted by each other's presence.
Jack:
The hot sun was setting. Left alone with the littluns while Ralph and Piggy were elsewhere, you had been drawing pictures in the sand with the children. You collapsed into a deep sleep on the beach, completely unaware that the littluns had abandoned the drawing to fight with wooden sticks around you. Down the shoreline, Jack walked on the coast with Maurice and Roger. He looked over to see the crazy scene. His brow furrowed in confusion, among the loud children, a lonely figure lays completely still in the sand. Leaving Roger and Maurice to their own conversation, Jack parted ways from his friends to investigate. He knelt beside you, exhaling a quiet breath of relief as he watched your chest rise and fall. Turning his sharp gaze to the littluns, Jack yelled at the children with his strict attitude, ordering them to drop their sticks and get ready for bed. The children scrambled toward the grass. Jack looked back down at you sleeping, carefully picked you up, and carried you to the grass where you could sleep peacefully. Knowing you were dead asleep, Jack took it upon himself to finish the job. He marched the kids to the designated rocks to use the toilet, and hushed them until the last littlun fell asleep. Since his secret task was finished, Jack walked back down to the beach where the hunters sat in a small circle around the bonfire. "Where've you been, Jack?" Roger asked, looking up as his chief approached. Jack sat down by the flames. "Nowhere," he said, refusing to let a single hunter know that he had just spent his entire evening taking care of the children that were supposed to be your responsibility.
Simon:
You and Simon sit on the shore, the crash of the waves hitting you every 10 seconds as the two of you talk about life and the world outside of the island. The two of you shared everything, like a deep love for the same books, quiet times, and even the same irregular sleeping habits. But laying on the warm shore was relaxing, almost too relaxing. As Simon was speaking, he glanced over and noticed you fighting a battle to keep your eyes open. "Do you want to move over to the grass to sleep?" Simon asked, his voice soft and protective. "Falling asleep too close to the water might be dangerous if the tide comes in." You looked over at him and nod. "Yes, Simon. You're probably right." Together, you stretched your tired bodies and walked a few yards back to sit under a tree. The grass there was thick and soft. Instead of lying flat, the two of you sat upright, leaning your backs against the strong trunk of a large tree, shoulder to shoulder. Within minutes, your heavy eyelids finally close, and Simon goes out like a light. As you drifted off into sleep your head gently came to rest on Simon’s shoulder.
PLEASE GIVE ME LOTF REACT RECOMMENDATIONS!! This took me fucking hours to do😭 i will try and post as much as i can. i will do every single request given to me to write about lotf characters (i will not be doing smut, these are kids) I'm so sorry that i use the same words over and over again, or the story isn't worded right. I tried my best and thats all that matters.
