You can't tell me that Dad!Jack Abbot is not a hot mess anytime his kids are sick or injured. He forgets every little single speck of medical knowledge in his brain. He straight up forgets that he is a seasoned emergency department attending physician with combat medic experience. His kid is vomiting or has a high fever or god forbid breaks a bone, and Jack Abbot is a panicked helicopter dad.
To make matters worse, the man will try to insist he should treat the kid for whatever ails them when it's serious enough to involve an Emergency Room visit.
He has to be reminded by his coworkers that he can not give his kid stitches nor can he look over any medication orders for their abnormally sky high fever. It's a conflict of interest.
He's restless as hell being forced to stand by and watch as Dr. Shen or Dr. Ellis looks over his kids or Dr. Robby if it's a day shift thing. Jack is adamant that residents aren't touching his kid...not unless they are his residents damn it...Like he'll let Nazely look at his babies, but that is because she's his resident and he trusts he taught her well.
But if it's any other resident in the hospital he's grouchy af about it. He's a backseat doctor if anyone unfamiliar is looking over his kid to the point that Reader has to tell her husband to stop being a jackass and let everyone work.
If it's not serious enough to require a hospital visit he's still a nervous wreck. He's been known to squeeze himself into his kid's toddler bed even if it is a pain in the ass to get up and down with his crutches.
He's parked in his recliner with juice, a puke bowl, and the remote to the tv which he will switch to whatever his kid wants to watch...within reason. They aren't watching the Exorcist even if his teen son insists it would be funny given his sister is spewing puke just like that possessed Reagan character.
Jack Abbot is cuddling his teenagers too...he doesn't care if they're too old and they think dad's clingy and annoying.
He doesn't like "his people" being sick or hurt.
It is a reminder that Jack Abbot cannot control everything despite his medical knowledge, despite what he's survived.
He feels helpless and he hates it.
Taking care of his loved ones makes him feel less useless.
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The hospital room was cold and sterile. You sat on the hospital bed, terrified and in pain. Labor was not fun or anything that you would recommend to anyone. It was certainly not anything you would recommend to a sophomore in college.
You had called Rafe twice while on the way to the hospital, but he never answered. He knew that the baby was due any day, and he had been distant for the last few weeks. Always checking in on you, and the baby, but never asking much more than if the baby was still healthy or needed anything.
You labored for six hours. Pushed for another two.
At 3:33 AM on January 10th, Julian Miles Cameron was born to a loving mother and an equally loving father, when his father was present.
I hope yall liked this! Rafe meeting Julian next? Also do yall like the divider? I think itās so cute. Itās from @diviniyae !
Also fully decided on Julesā middle name because Iām watching Footloose with Miles Teller
A little snippet maybe?š¤ lmk if you want to hear more
The positive test came at the worst time imaginable. It was finals week, you had 3 projects due within the same two days, and you had to study for two more exams. Originally, you thought you missed your period because of the stress, so you didn't mention it. But then, you started getting sick. Again, stress, right? Your brain wouldn't let you rest, so you had to take a test to see. Once you took it and it came back negative, then you wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. One less thing to stress about. However, it wasn't negative. It was positive. You took three more. All 'pregnant'.
How were you supposed to tell Rafe? He's not ready for a kid. Neither are you.
Can I get some clan head gojo x ex wife reader. He lowkey forces you to go on a dinner with him to celebrate an achievement and you wouldn't want your son to think something wrong between the two of you so he convinces you to come back home to. Promising he'll drop you off after they fall asleep just to noncon you in the backseat before giving you your ring back as if nothing ever happened between the two of you and you just had a petty fight
clanhead!gojo satoru x ex-wife reader
a/n: hello anon!! thank you so much for your ask<3 basically a part 2 to this!! *reminder, son's name is "satoshi"
You gazed in the mirror, sighing as you smoothed the ruffles of your dress with your hands. It was odd to see yourself in the traditional dress again. Quickly, you washed your hands before preparing yourself to go back out there.
Today was your sonās sixth birthday. Naturally, Satoru wanted to throw him another birthday extravaganza, and even invited you to attend. He insisted on it, actually, right in front of Satoshi at drop-off. It was difficult to say no as much as you wanted to.
So here you were, back at the Gojo estate.
You shuffled back to the dinner hall, back to the noise. All around higher ups chattered; some you nodded to, others you ignored. A few fresh faces had joined the crowd since your trip to the bathroom, all gathered around Satoshi while Gojo watched on.
āWhat?! Gojo-sensei has a kid? Since when?ā Said a young man with pink hair and a red hood clipped on his uniform. āHey, little guy!ā
āYouāre a father? Who would choose to procreate with you?ā The girl of the group remarked to Satoru.
There was another boy with dark hair, but this one you recognized. Megumi, a child of the Zenin clanāhis father was Toji, one of the offshoot sons born with no technique⦠much like you.
āAh, there she is!ā Satoru called out to you. āMy wife.ā
You stopped as all of their eyes fell on you, their stares more paralyzing than the words that just fell out of your ex-husbandās mouth.
The pink-haired boy and the girl shared an incredulous look before squealing.
āGojo-sensei has a wife?!ā
They flocked to you while Satoru muttered āIāve told you I was marriedā¦ā
āI didnāt think you were real!ā
āYouāre so much prettier than Gojo-sensei described.ā
āIs Gojo-sensei a good husband?ā
āIf heās holding you hostage, blink twice!āĀ
āMommy!ā
Satoshi came rushing to you, hugging your legs. You let out a relieved sigh as you ruffled his hair. Your son seemed to always know when to diffuse the tension; he was your little lifeguard.
āSorry.ā Satoru shuffled over sheepishly. āThese are my students. Yuuji, Nobara, andāwell, you know Megumi.ā
āWhat?!ā Yuuji and Nobara whipped their heads back at their friend. āYouāve met Gojo-senseiās wife before?ā
Megumi seemed a little troubled. āUh, yeah.ā
Satoru pulled you away, letting the trio bicker. You gasped a bit at his touch on your lower back, guiding you across the room while you held Satoshiās hand.
āSorry about that,ā Satoru muttered in your ear. āI hope you donāt think Iām a total loser for not wanting my students to know Iām a divorced dad.ā
āItās fine.ā You tried to laugh it off, pulling away and diverting your attention to your son. āI think it might be time to cut the cake. Whaddya say, buddy?ā
You and Satoru stood at either side of your son as the crowd sang happy birthday. A fondness fell upon you from watching Satoru help blow out the candles. You tried to ignore the feeling as your son turned to hug him first once the flames were extinguished.
So you may have indulged yourself in a few cups of sake, just trying to take the edge off. A few hoursāand a couple more shotsālater, you were holding Satoshi on your lap, the poor boy having fallen asleep at his own birthday party while Satoru entertained the higher ups. His students were long gone, only a few stragglers that liked to drink and talk shop.
So you decided to tuck your son into bed, walking back through familiar halls before you found yourself in your sonās bedroom again. It had been a while since youād seen it. Not much had changed; still rather minimalist for a fiveāno, six year old.Ā
āGoodnight, ātoshi.ā You pulled the covers up to his chin, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before taking your leave. For a moment you stood in the hall; you thought about Satoruās students, laughing a bit thinking about the Nobara girl asking who would choose to marry him⦠while there were many candidates, you never had a choice. You were promised to the heir of the Gojo clan before you were even born.
āUgh!ā You jumped at Satoruās voice as he rounded the corner. āThatās the last of them. Those guys really canāt take a hint when the partyās over. Sorry, did I scare you?ā
āItās okay,ā you told him before nodding to the door. āHeās asleep.ā
āMust be exhausted. Maybe heāll sleep through the night.ā Satoru ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. āHeās been having nightmares.ā
āWhat?ā You frowned. This was news to you.
āItās nothing seriousā¦ā He shrugged, leaning next to you on the wall. His eyes flicked down to the ground. āI had those kinds of dreams when I was his age.āĀ
Still, your frown only deepened. This was some sort of jujutsu sorcerer thing, you were sure⦠something you couldnāt understand. Still, it was something affecting your son, something that had affected Satoruā¦
āI should get going,ā you told him. āThank you⦠for today.ā
āOf course.ā He looked back up. āI want Satoshi to know that even if weāre not together-together, weāre still there for him.ā
āRight.ā You pulled your phone from your robes to dial a taxi.
āI can give you a ride.ā
āSatoru, no, I couldnāt... And what about Satoshi?ā
āThereās a nanny here somewhereā¦ā he waved off into the house. āPlease, itās the least I could do.ā
Perhaps you had still been a little buzzed from the sakeāor you had been persuaded that Satoru was really trying to make amendsābut you agreed.
You slipped down into the passenger seat of the sleek, black coupe. Despite having been married to the man for five years, it was rare for Satoru to drive you. You didnāt really get out much, indebted to your duties to the estate; and if there was a need, drivers usually took you and Satoru where you needed to go.Ā
The car hummed to life as Satoru clicked the remote to open the garage. You slumped a bit in your seat, eyes heavy as the headlights revealed the winding roads leading back to regular society. To get to the gate was a few minutes long drive that went way too fast due to you nodding off.
But you woke when the car jolted to a stop in front of the gate. You looked out the passenger window, into the forest that lined the edge of the property. In the dark, the trees looked like twisted brambles with the mission to stop anything from getting ināor out.
A few moments passed. You directed your gaze forward, expecting to see the open road, but you still stalled in front of the closed gate.
āIs it broken?ā You mumbled, sitting up in your seat.
Finally you let yourself look at Satoru. His hands gripped the wheel as he stared straight ahead. He shifted the gear to park before turning the car off. The thrum dissipated beneath you.
He rolled his head over to face you, blue eyes now the only light other than the moonās shadow. Then he leaned forward. You jerked back, but instead of going in for a kiss, he reached for the glovebox, opening it onto your knees before rummaging around for something.
An old, blue velvet box.Ā
Satoru tipped the compartment door shut before bringing both hands to open it. The ringās stone glimmered in the little light cast through the car. You swallowed your spit, for suddenly your throat was dry.Ā
He gave a breath of a laugh through his nose, taking the ring from the box to inspect it.
āI lied about this being my great-great-great-grandmotherās ring,ā he murmured. āOf course I had it specially made for you.ā
The little buzz you had soured. You didnāt move when he took your hand and slipped the band on it.
āSee? Still fits perfectly.ā He didnāt let go. His fingers interlaced with yours.
āSatoruā¦ā you said softly, voice dripping with a mix of pity and fear.
He looked up from where your hands met and into your eyes; it startled something inside of you, something deep and forgotten.
āIām sorry.ā His lips barely moved when he said it. āBut Iām not letting you go.ā
Goosebumps prickled your arms. āWhaā?ā
He was on you fast, planting a passionate kiss on your lips with both of his hands squeezing your cheeks. Your hands flew up but stopped before you reached his chest.
āMāactually not sorry,ā he whispered as he mouthed at you hungrily. āMissed you so much, babe.ā
You managed to pull away from him, his lips popping off of you as you cowered into your seat. Both of you panted at each other for a moment. The gravity of his kiss stung your lips; you wiped them with the back of your hand.
āāToru, I just wanna go home,ā you blubbered, still a little drunk and definitely caught off-guard. āPlease take me home.ā
āYou are home.ā He told you, pointing back in the direction of the house. āOur sonāis asleep, just right there. Waiting for you to come home.ā
You shook your head, tears bubbling in your eyes as guilt pooled in your chest. āNo. No Satoru.ā
āI need you.ā He speaks over you, raising his voice to drown out your noise. āI need my wifeāā
āI am not your wife.ā
āāthe mother of my son.ā
You jiggled the door handle to no avail. āLet me out.ā
āI love you.ā
āNo you donāt.ā You yanked at the door. āAnd I hate you.ā
His face soured and he looked away, out onto the other side of the forest. āYouāre impossible.ā
He sighed in frustration before opening his door with ease, slamming it behind him. You stopped in your tracks at his abrupt movements, watching carefully as he trailed around the front of the car, coming to your door. You backed away as he stuck the key in the lock. For a moment you believed he would let you go.
Instead, he yanked you out of the chair, only to drag it back. He pushed you back toward the car, herding you into the backseat. When you dug your heels in the dirt, he pushed you in, your chin hitting the upholstery. This was bad; it would be harder to escape the two-door vehicle from back here. You were trapped.
Satoru followed behind you, contorting his body to fit into the too-small space. However, the forced proximity allowed him to get his hands on you. You were quickly pressed face-down into the leather seats, feet dangling and kicking the floor.
āSatoru, please donāt!ā You screamed as he fought to pull your skirt up over your hips. āIām sorry!ā
āYeah, yeahā¦ā he pinned both of your arms behind your back with only one of his own. āLike thatās ever stopped me before.ā
He tore your panties downāexposing your assācontinuing to wiggle them until they reached right above your knees. Fingers probed your cunt, running through the lips you desperately squeezed together with your thighs to keep him out.
āI tried being nice to you⦠even made a fool of myself in front of my students for you.ā Satoru scoffed while fingering your slit, nudging against your dormant hole. āThen you say you hate me like you have no respect for your husband.ā
āYouāre not my husband.ā You said through gritted teeth, head hanging down as you braced yourself on your forearms. āIām not your wife.ā
āCan we stop playing this game?ā He drawled, stopping his teasing to circle directly at your entrance. āIām tired of this divorce bullshit. I need my wife. Satoshi needs his mother.ā
Satoru whistled when he finally pressed his fingers through you, making you grimace in pain.Ā
āSee? Youāve even been saving yourself for me! How sweet. Feels like the first time all over againā¦ā
Another stream of tears spilled down your cheeks at his reference to the āfirst time.ā It was one of the worst nights of your life; having to be watched by all of the elders to make sure you consummated the marriage. How could he joke about something like that? He was just like the rest of themā¦
āSo I hope you donāt mind if I skip the foreplay.ā Satoru drew away. You could hear his belt clink and zipper come down. āIāve been saving this load up for you since last year. Shouldnāt we give Satoshi a little brother or sister? Then maybe he wonāt be so lonelyā¦ā
Your eyes flickered to the ring wrapped around your finger. You didnāt have much of a choice.
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Stepdad Jack Abbot who begins to cut down and eventually completely stops picking up SWAT shifts once he becomes involved with Reader and her son.
Heās spent so long passively flirting with death by picking up those SWAT shifts. Heās spent so long not exactly wanting to die but knowing he wouldnāt resist if it meant joining his late wife.
As much as Jack Abbot exclaims heās working on his demons and praising the wonders of mental health care, heās still a widowed disabled war vet with ptsd.
So, he has spent so long knowing he really has no one to really come home to at night.
Sure heās got old army buddies, Robby of course, his sister and his sisterās kids, a few other colleagues at PTMC who he has a friendly relationship withā¦but itās not his wife, the woman he built a life with.
So if he were to lose his life working as a SWAT medic he would embrace the opportunity to join his wife in the afterlife.
That is until he meets his sweet pretty neighbor and her adorable son and forms a lovely friendship with themā¦
He starts skipping out on the SWAT calls in favor of hanging out with Reader and her son at the park. He canāt pick up a SWAT shift because he promised Readerās kid heād take him to the zoo or would come watch his soccer match.
He doesnāt want to break a promise he made to the kid and he doesnāt want to disappoint Reader.
Readerās ex is enough of a disappointment and Jack realizes heās become a male role model for the Readerās sonā¦and heās grown rather fond of Reader.
When he and Reader finally admit their friendship has surpassed friendship and has grown into something romantic then Abbot completely abandons the SWAT crew.
He turns in his uniform and hands in his resignation with a swift apology and the assurance heāll miss the SWAT Crew.
He just canāt risk his lifeā¦he feels sick at the thought of embracing death nowā¦embracing death means taking a father from Readerās son and taking a partner from Reader. He canāt let her know how it feels to lose the one you love to deathā¦not if he can help it.
He cuts back on taking extra shifts at PTMC. He starts requesting alternating shifts from time to timeā¦he wants to eat dinner with Reader and her son.
The allure of taking shifts and keeping busy at all times loses its charm.
Spending time at the park with Reader and her son feeding the ducks sounds way nicer than picking up a shift on his day off.
Going to watch his stepson play soccer or taking Reader out on a romantic dinner date is far more appealing than any extra shift or any SWAT job he could pick up.
For the first time in so long, Jack Abbot starts to live.
Brett Richards falling for his next door neighbor who is a single mom with a six year old little girl
Brett who feels ridiculous for having such a massive crush on his neighbor certain heās too old for her but she brought him a plate of cookies when he first moved in damn it and they were the best cookies heād had in years.
Brett who forms a polite neighborly friendship with Reader helping her with a busted lawnmower and a few loose shingles on her house
Brett who feels a sense of closeness to reader when he finds out through small talk that she is a widow. Her husband died when she was six months pregnant with her daughter
Brett who bonds with Reader given the fact that he is a widower and has a daughter as well never mind the fact that his daughter is grown
Brett who bonds with Readerās daughter over drawing on the sidewalk with chalk and a love for cats.
Brett who is unaware that Reader is crushing on him as hard as heās crushing on her
Reader who has not dated since her late husband and honestly never thought sheād meet a man who could even come close in comparison to her late husband
Brett is a catch; funny, strong, sweet, intelligent, hardworking, and handsome. She tells herself he couldnāt possibly want her as sheās heard most guys claim single moms arenāt sought out in the dating pool
Brett who goes to reader after a horrible work day where all he can smell is smoke and burning and he feels his lungs burn and his body scream with exhaustion
Reader and Brett who kiss when reader is just trying to provide Brett with comfort after his day
Reader and Brett who are so awkward after they kiss talking over the other apologizing and promptly realizing they both really did want to kiss the other
Brett and Reader who decide to give dating a shot
Brett who romances Reader hard; flowers, pulled out chairs and open doors, romantic dinners, slow dancing
Reader and Brett who understand losing a spouse and the complexity of the emotions tied to dating after the loss
Brett and Reader who are patient and supportive of one anotherās grief never showing jealousy or resentment toward one another concerning any love they feel for their late spouses
Brett who is amazing with Readerās daughter. He colors with her and gets her to help him in the garden teaching her about plants. He plays with the cats with her. Heās proud when she parrots every single thing heās ever told her about fire safety. He makes her fancy grilled cheeses which is just a grilled cheese with a bunch of different kinds of cheese. He helps her with a science fair project when sheās in the second grade about the science of fire.
Brett who is anxious to introduce his daughter to reader and her daughter worried his daughter will view it as Brett seeking out some sort of second chance at a repeat of his family with his late wife and readerās daughter as a second shot to be the dad he maybe failed to be at times with his own daughter
Brett who is so relieved when his own daughter gets on so well with Reader and her child. Brett who has worked so hard to repair his relationship with his daughter and is relieved she can see that her father has attended therapy and worked really hard to be the man she needs him to be
Brett who builds a swingset for Readerās daughter for her birthday
Brett who takes Reader on a romantic weekend getaway where she can spend her time being pampered and not be in mom mode even though he adores her in mom mode
Brett who visits the cemetery with Reader and gazes at her late husbandās tombstone making silent promises he will appreciate reader and her daughter and be a good man to them both
Brett who at times wonders if his late wife and readerās late husband are staring down at them orchestrating their meeting given how well matched they are and how much they have given one another a sense of comfort and hope
Brett who totally started secretly looking at engagement rings probably way too early in the relationship
Brett who takes reader and her daughter camping
Brett who uses his strength to lift reader up way too often because it makes her giggle
Brett who preens when people compliment his sweet family
Brett who loves showing off reader and her daughter at every single firehouse family event
Reader who has taken to being a fire chiefās girlfriend baking cookies for the firehouse and convincing Brett to set up a Christmas tree at the firehouse during the holidays
Brett who tearfully proposed to Reader full on crying tears of joy when she said yes
Brett who admits he would have another child at his age when reader admits she wants at least one more kidā¦her daughter is perfection he insists so they should give her at least one sibling
Brett who gets teary when readerās daughter calls him dad the first time and soothes Readerās anxiety by reassuring her that heās thankful to be seen as her daughterās dad. He knows heās never going to replace her biological father nor would he ever want to erase him. He wants to keep readerās husbands memory alive for their daughter. He is delighted to be the father his stepdaughter needs and appreciates and accepts that she does see him as the only dad sheās ever known.
Brett who shows reader that she was so wrong to ever think that her being someoneās mom makes her undesirable
Brett who loves his girls and will call his own daughter, readerās daughter, and reader his ābest girlsā and his āfavorite girlsā
Brett who showers reader with affection and compliments
Brett who convinced Reader to move into a place with him and worked hard to find a place that would be perfect for their little family
Brett who sometimes asks reader to make the same cookies she brought him when he first moved in next doorā¦itās nostalgic for him. They totally have those cookies along with their wedding cake when they get married. Itās a beloved family recipe now.
Pregnant Reader is absolutely literally worshiped by Titus Danforth. The woman is his living breathing goddess; his own personal Persephone. She doesnāt lift a finger or feel an ounce of discomfort for a damn thing.
Sheās provided fresh fruits and high vitamin smoothies nothing but the best nutrition for his heir.
Sheās provided her own personal maid to be at her bedside waiting every morning with a cup of decaf hot tea and a copy of her favorite magazine or newspaper.
She is given a Michelin starred personal chef to prepare whatever sheās craving. She wants homemade vanilla ice cream with fresh peaches heās on it. She craves the fluffiest egg salad sandwich at three am heās prepping the eggs.
Reader has the finest silk gowns perfect for accommodating her expanding belly. The fine fabric is soft and light on her skin.
Titus pays a masseuse to give her foot massages and makes sure she can get pedicures and waxes to maintain the usual sense of self care she maintains prior to pregnancy.
She leisurely floats in the heated pool at Titusā chunk of the estate because the floating is relaxing on her aching body.
She strolls around the estate with her anxious maid close behind because light exercise is good for her and the baby but Titus will lose it if she overextended herself
Titus hires the best doctors to make house calls at all hours of the day and night
Reader is doted on by her husband. He will stop meetings if she enters the room because she is feeling hormonal and weepy
Heās been known to take important council meetings in the comfort of one of the living areas forcing everyone to stand aside while he holds his needy wife in his arms on the sofa.
He throws a massive ball to celebrate the announcement of his impending heir. Who needs a baby shower when you can force other elite families to show up and show some appreciation and respect for the Danforth heir. The Danforths are an old and respected family after all and another member of the family is a reason to celebrate.
When she gets cabin fever Titus will relent and take her out for a day at the Danforth Country club, eating brunch and sitting by trying to pretend heās not bored out of his mind while she gossips with other affluent council wives. He does maybe find a bit of smug amusement in how the staff fawns over a pregnant Mrs. Danforth.
Titus finds peace in the quiet moments of her pregnancy: resting a hand on her belly at night while they sleep, resting his head against the baby bump when heās exhausted and wants to be close to his heir, feeling the gentle flutter of movement of his heir within her womb and the strong kicks.
Titus who takes his wife to whatever high dollar boutique she wants to buy little baby socks and overpriced wooden blocks.
Titus who has his staff set up the expensive crib and changing table and makes them set up baby seats in each of Titusās vehicles.
Titus who shocks reader by baby proofing the Danforth estate itās a great ordeal placing daggers and other sharp items out of infant reach.
Titus who is maybe just the slightest bit delighted to be a fatherā¦.if anyone asks though heās just relieved that he has an heir thoughā¦.no he didnāt get weepy when he first felt his baby kick, shut up.