#reader fanfic

Noise encapsulated the streets and continued way beyond into the emergency department. Bodies of doctors and nurses walked about, small chatter of patients and the distinct clinical aroma of a hospital. You sat perched on the cot, cradling your broken arm between two splints as you waited for a doctor to attend to you.

Dr. Collin’s breached the doorway with your chart listing off the tests that need to be done, ordering an X-ray for your arm and to conduct a physical examination of coordination to check if you had a concussion or not.

Collin’s excused herself after performing the exam and you were left alone in the bay. You overheard ‘where is she?’ and next thing Jack barged into the room.

“What happened?” Jack immediately went to your side.

“Work,” was all you could mutter. Your head rested against the fresh linen pillowcase.

“Don’t tell me you rappelled down a bridge again?”

Silence pursued his question. All you could do was give a guilty exchange of a smile in return.

“A young girl was dangling from below, a failed suicide attempt. The good thing is she is safe with minimal injury. Rather that than her take the brunt of what I got.”

Jack sucked in a breath, his shoulders tense and the crease between his brows prominent. Your uninjured hand grabbed his and rubbed soothing circles around his knuckles.

“I’m okay, baby.”

He sighed as you pulled him down to sit on the edge of the cot, gently tugging his arm to get his body closer towards you. A safe haven. You kissed between his brows then dragging the tip of your nose against his bridge before kissing him again on his lips.

“I’m taking you home with me after we get you sorted. You won’t be leaving my sight for the next couple of weeks,” Jack said.

“As long as I get to spend more time with you.”

“I hope this isn’t a newly developed tactic to spend more time with me.”

“What if it is?” You questioned cheekily.

“Baby, no.”

Dana took a deep breathe, remembering the calming breathing techniques she had been taught in her initial training all those years ago. She wasn't sure any of those would help with this. Nothing like the girl in front of her had been covered in the curriculum.

"Kid, i've told you, there's nothing wrong with you. How many times have i told you not to attach your self esteem with those dweebs you find on those good for nothing dating apps".

Dana removed her hands from her eyes now, revealing her thin eyebrows that were almost disappearing into her hairline. This exact conversation had been occuring at least 3 times a week for as long as she could remember. She would take taking bloods from annoying patients over this every time.

Dana's exasperation with your questions did nothing to quell your anxieties, however, determined to get to the bottoms as to why yet another situation-ship had crashed and burned.

"Um, easier said than done! I mean, there has to be a reason why this happens. I'm funny, right? I'm cool? I can even do the splits two ways, who doesn't want that!"

"Okay, first of all, this conversion shouldn't be happening on the hospital floor".

Dana turned on her heel, determined to leave the dating talk that she had abandoned 20 years ago where it belonged. "You need to stop giving those men the time of day, they aren't worth your time, doll."

You threw your head back in frustration, eyes squeezing shut as you groaned. Following her anyway, you weren't going to let this go easy.

To say you were sick and tired of the endless cycle of matching-talking-dating-mediocre sex - and the inevitable last step, ghosting- was an understatement. Your dating live since joining The Pitt had nosedived, and ever since you jumped back into the game you had been met with nothing but dissapointing men and even more disappointing oral sex. Leading to a build up of frustration you were currently talking out on Dana, as she now stood behind the nurses desk, determined to get up to date on charting.

"Oh my god, is it my looks," you touched your lips in horror, slightly smudging the lip liner and pink gloss you periodically applied through the day, completely missing Dana's exasperated 'oh, please'.

"or - or my fashion sense! Actually no, it can't be that. That's ridiculous." You scoffed at the thought, absolutely sure that your sad love life couldn't be down to your dress sense. You had 20,000 instagram followers and had been paid to do a promotion by Revolve, for gods-sake.

Looking up at you from above her glasses, Dana narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

"Kid, if you were considered to be unattractive, there would be absolutely no help for the rest of us. Now, stop being ridiculous and help me get up to date with charting, we can finish this over margarita's on our next day off."

Raising your shoulder and batting your hand bashfully, her dismissal of your concerns could only be put down as flirting to you. And right now, you'd take what you could get.

"Oh, stop it, babe. If you even get tired of that husband of yours, you know where to find me."

Looking down at the desk now, you looked at the mess of papers in front of you. This would definetely take a while to sort out.

You would have to put the self loathing on pause for now. Taking a pink ball point pen out of your pocket, you waved the fluffy end in her general direction.

"I bet you could show me a damn good time, Girl!"

Now concerned with your actual work, you missed Dana shaking her head with a smirk on her face. She quickly took her chance to leave you by the main desk, hoping having no one to chat with would force you to get on with it. None the wiser, you returned to your rant about modern dating and your lack of suitors.

"It's ridiculous really! I mean alllll this -" you gestured to your scrub clad body, waving a hand up and down, " - going to waste! You have no idea how much money i spend weekly on facials and reformer pilates. And for what! I can hardly remember that last time i got to show someone that i can get both of my legs behind my hea-"

Whirling around, presuming you'd be faced with the platinum blonde charge nurse a few feet away, you instead ran face first into a brick wall.

Instead, not a brick wall, but the suspiciously well-formed chest of Dr. Jack Abbot.

Staring down at you with a raised eye-brow, he crossed his arms over his chest. The lack of under scrubs revealing bulging biceps, covered in freckled skin and rippiling veins. An action you could only assume was a direct attack against your extra high libido.

Whatever. You had barely even noticed. It's not like you had spent years pining after him, desperately following him around during the one hour you shared on shift together. He had called your methods of wound care as "highly efficient", once. Safe to say you had been riding that high for months.

Honestly, you were barely phased, you certainly hadn't written Mrs. Y/N Abbot in your diary, surrounded by pink hearts (something about manifestation, or law of attraction, a tip you had gotten on tik-tok).

And you definetely, didn't think about him with a hand between your thighs after yet another date had left you high and dry.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! Mr Jac- Doctor! i mean Doctor Abbot."

Shit. Shit Shit Shit.

"I am so sorry! I thought you were Dana - Oh my god, please don't report me to HR! I still have to pay off my credit cards and I can't be on the streets. I mean, look at me, I'd be taking advantage of within the hour! Please Dr. -"

Were you still talking? Why were you still talking, absolutely nothing would make this situation better unless you could go back 30 minutes and make the decision to not talk about your pathetic love life in the middle of The Pitt.

Holding up a hand, Jack decided you put you out your misery. "Stop, please."

Pressing your lips into a thin line and making a gesture thats suggested you were locking them with a key, you nodded far too eagerly.

"Sir, yes Sir! Shutting up now, and probably forever."

Shaking his head in amusement, Jack looked down at you with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Come on, let's not get ahead of ourselves. How else am i gonna keep up with those morman wives you're always chatting about?"

Giggling, you could hardly keep eye contact with him. Looking away and raising your hands to smooth away non existent fly aways from your pristine ponytail.

"Oh well, i guess that's true! I honestly thought you were just doing me a favour and being too polite to shut me up." Rocking back and forth in your heels, you twisted your sweaty hands together, nearly trimmed nails creating moon shaped marks in the skin.

Jack stared are you, using every ounce of control to stop himself making a comment about all the ways he could make you shut up if he wanted too. Not the time or place, he reminded himself.

Looking you up and down, your nervous disposition delighting him a wicked way, he couldn't help but ask about the rant you were going on moments before.

"So, what's this i hear about you," he lifted his hands to create air quotes with his fingers ," 'going to waste'".

Ever since Shen had taught him how to properly use air quotes a few shifts ago, he used them at every opportunity.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you could hardly believe you were having this conversation with the hottest doctor this place had to offer. Licking your lips and spreading the strawberry coloured gloss around your mouth, you accepted your fate. You were about to disclose your dating troubles to the 50 (ish) year old man you had been obsessing over for the past few years.

"Well, about that, i was just asking for dana for um, well, dating advice?" Great, this was sooo great. "I've been putting so much effort into finding a boyfriend, and i'm getting no where!"

You were too far gone. HR regulations be damned.

"I mean, i'm talking using my absolute best makeup in my possession and wearing my red bottom heels I promised myself i would only wear on the most important occasions!"

Shaking your head now, pony tail swishing, you couldn't help the real self consciousness over taking your body.

"I'm putting myself in even more debt by splitting the bill with these men, and they can't even tell me what is about me that's so off putting. Well, one guy told me i should 'tone it down about a bit', whatever that means."

Scoffing and getting increasingly annoyed, your hands flew up in the air.

"I mean they had me doubting my dress sense! I was wearing Louboutin's for gods sake!"

Your chest was heaving up and down now, months of frustration building up and overflowing. In the middle of The Pitt. In front of Jack Abbot. Great. You were never gonna get another date as long as you lived in this state.

Taking a step towards you, crowding the little bit of personal space you had left, you were greatful that the floor had somewhat cleared in a rare moment of calmness. You still had some luck, apparently.

"Well, Sweetheart, I can tell you exactly where you're going wrong."

Oh, God.

"Firstly, these people you're describing, ain't men. They are boys, honey."

Be still, your beating vagina, Jack Abbot was about to ruin all men for you completely, and it was only gonna take one sentence and two pet names.

"They'd have absolutely no idea how to handle a girl like you. No idea how to spoil you, wine and dine you how you really deserve."

Looking you up and down, and finally settling on your face, he trailed his eyes from your glossed lips to your eyes, as you looked up at him from behind painted lashes. He lifted his hand to behind your head, pulling your pony tail to rest against your shoulder.

Fingering a curl and twisting it round his finger, he delivered the final blow without even looking at you.

"You need a real man who knows exactly what he's dealing with. I'm sure between us, we can find the right fit you."

Stepping back now, your mourned the loss of his body heat, whilst he admired how he'd left you beautifully flustered and completely bewildered.

"Come find me after hand over, before you leave. I'll make sure we make plans so you can take those "Louboutins" out for a proper spin."

Moving to turn away, he couldn't help but twist the knife just a little bit deeper. He'd had enough self control over the past 50 years too allow him this.

It was the early hours of the morning, sometime between 4:45-5:30am when Lena walked into her favourite 24 hour café. The CEO often woke up early before heading to work. It was like a morning ritual for her to be the first one in the office each day.

She waited for her coffee, looking around the shop. She wished she could see what it truly looked like. Lena could only imagine the pop of colour that this place had to it. But unfortunately, in this world one doesn't see colour until they run into their soulmate. The person they're supposed to be with. For Lena, that hadn't happened yet. Part of her was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.

Lena's thoughts were interrupted when her name was called for her order, she thanked the cashier and gave them a tip before leaving. Having paid earlier, of course.

The city was typically quiet around this hour. Another reason why Lena liked being awake so early. You got to miss the busy buzz of afternoon traffic. Looking to her phone, Lena scrolled some emails and gave quick responses to texts.

She didn't notice you until it was already too late.

Your morning had started in a rush. For whatever dumb reason, you had agreed to the ungodly hour opening shift. Covering for one of your work friends. You rushed about your apartment. Quickly showering, brushing your teeth, speed eating. The usual.

When you had everything you needed, you bolted out the door. 5:10am, you had to be there for 5:30am. Your job was only about a 10 minute walk from your apartment, so you took the risk.

You made the mistake of looking to your phone and seeing how little time you had. Taking off at a sprint to get there.

You didn't notice Lena until it was too late.

With how much of a rush you were in, you were only focused on your destination. Not what was around you. Until you collided fully into some poor woman who had been looking down at her phone and didn't see you coming.

It all happened so fast and before either of you knew it, you'd both fallen to the ground. Lena landing on top of you, coffee spilling all over your work uniform. Shit, you'd have to borrow a spare when you got there.

You winced as the hot liquid hit your skin, closing your eyes.

"Damn it, watch where you're-" Lena froze. Her eyes landed to your closed ones and she realized something. She could see colour. At first, Lena had been upset with you. For bumping into her, spilling her coffee, ruining her perfect morning ritual. But, just maybe, you'd made it better. There was colour.

"I'm so so s-sorry- I-" you began to stutter, eyes opening only to stop and realize the same thing Lena had. There was colour.

The two of you stayed quiet for a long moment. You'd definitely be late for work now but you couldn't find yourself caring. Not when...

"It's... alright- do you see it too?" Lena asked. Making sure that it wasn't just her. That both of you were experiencing the same thing. A world of colour.

"Y- yeah. I do," you nodded.

"You're..." you both started to say, then your eyes widened and you laughed. Realizing you were speaking at the same time already.

"I'm sorry about your outfit," Lena got up and helped you to your feet, you shook your head and brushed yourself off.

"Nah, don't be. My work has spares. I'm sorry about your coffee, though. Let me pay for a new one," you offered.

Lena smiled, damn you had a charm to you.

"That's quite alright, you mentioned work? Are you going to be late?" She checked the time. 5:23am.

"Crap-" you glanced in the direction of the building, then to Lena. Quickly, the two of you exchanged numbers, said goodbyes and you ran to work. Somehow by some utter miracle, you'd just barely made it on time.

Trying to shove his adoptive siblings out of his room was an attempt to cover up his own embarrassment. Even being centuries old, they still act like meddling siblings. He thanks his vampiric damnation that he wasn't able to blush but it didn't help that Edward could read his mind.

"Come on, Jasper. We just want to help you." Edward is toning down his teasing tone. "Do you want me to help you communicate with this girl?"

"No. I can do this myself, thank you." It would mean more if Jasper learned ASL. Learning how to communicate with you on your own terms was important to Jasper. For the most part, Jasper understands you based on your emotions, along with your expressive face, which he adores so much. He craved to truly communicate with you, to get to know you. Perhaps due to being deaf, you were on guard in public. At school, you tend to be on your own, reading a book or scribbling in a notebook.

When Jasper first started noticing you, he didn't know you were deaf. Not until he tried to say hello to you. It took you several minutes to even realize that Jasper was in front of you. You looked surprised that he was there. Confusion. Worry.

He had to repeat himself again, carefully shaping the word with his lip.

Your smile pierces right through him. Using your notebook, you write in big letters: HELLO!

Unlike himself, Jasper grew nervous to try to interact any further once he learned that you were deaf.

From that day, though, Jasper started sitting closer and closer to you, whether in class or at lunch. Anything that would help him pick up on who you are personally. He didn't like the long process of you writing replies down in your notebook or squinting your eyes to try to read his lips.

Jasper tried not to make his interest obvious. Bad enough that Edward and Alice were teasing him about his crush, even worse would be if Emmett found out. He'd never hear the end of it.

The next day at school, Jasper kept a keen eye on his adoptive siblings, not wanting them to do anything stupid on his behalf. Alice kept shooting him secret looks every time you were around.

When you see them walk into the cafeteria in the morning, you catch Jasper's golden gaze instantly. You smile and offer him a little wave. It was hard to shut out Alice's squeals.

"She smiled at you, Jaz!" Thankfully, Edward was fast to keep her moving and away from you.

"We're going this way, Alice."

"But-"

Jasper pretends not to associate with them as he goes forward with sitting next to you.

You're not sure why this gorgeous boy started hanging around you. While the Cullens were a fairly quiet family, you had taken note that Jasper tended to be the most silent of them all. Always lingering in the back of his sibling group. You never saw him speak much in class or even when you chanced glances at the Adonis family.

Moving your backpack from the spot next to you, your hand pats at it, indicating for him to sit down.

You didn't trust others your own age easily. In a small town like Forks, there weren't many accommodations made for the deaf. No ASL teachers in town, you and your family were forced to learn from the computer and find help through the internet. School friends never wanted to bother with learning and would often ice you out since you didn't understand what was going on anyway.

You're about to reach for your pencil and notebook when Jasper stops you. He shakes his head and holds a hand for you to wait.

Slowly, carefully, he pressed his dominant hand to his lips and moved it forward.

Good-

Then, with a faint smile, Jasper lifted one arm in front of him like the horizon while the other curved upward, mimicking the rise of the sun

-Morning

Your eyes go wide as you dumbly stare at him. His movements were deliberate, a little hesitant, but warm, as if he wanted every sign to carry meaning.

Your lips twitch up into a smile of disbelief as you move your hands. Pointing at Jasper then touching your fingertips to your temple and opening your hand slightly

You know ASL?

That seemed to delight him even more. His smile widens to reveal perfectly white teeth. Jasper moves excitedly now.

I learned. For you.

At a loss, your hands hover in stillness, brows furrowed in confusion and. . . touched.

For me?

Why on earth was he going through such lengths when everyone else never bothered?

You damn the burning behind your eyes. The blurring of your vision as you try to keep him within your sight.

The stillness between you isn't awkward for him; it feels like a language all its own. Jasper's fingertips brush his chest before extending outward

I feel

His palm hovers over his heart, pressing once as though to anchor the meaning. He pauses, eyes steady on yours, giving you space to follow.

Safe

Next, his hand drifts forward while the tips of his digits point down and draw a small arc toward you

Always

With you

There was nothing else he needed to add to get his point across.