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description: you and your attending butt headsâand itâs no secret around the ED that Dr. Jack Abbot is harder on you than the other residents. He pushes you further, critiques you sharper, expects moreâand youâre done with it. Just as youâre about to go to Dr. Robby to request a switch to days and finally put some distance between you and him, your patientâand his patientâtests positive for COVID-19. Suddenly, youâre both exposed, and with hospital protocol leaving no room for argument, you have no choice but to quarantine together.
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tags/warnings: 18+, forced proximity, implied age gap, power imbalance, quarantining when no one does that anymore, tension, angst city (will repair tho promise), take a shot every time i say âtwelve daysâ
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"Black Cat" đââŹ
The party had started out exactly the way everyone expected it to.
Loud music. Too many people crammed into the hockey house. Someone had already broken a lamp. Dean was arguing with Tucker about something completely ridiculous. Garrett was somehow winning every drinking game despite barely paying attention. Hannah and Allie were sitting on the kitchen counter watching the chaos unfold like they were observing a wildlife documentary.
And then there was her.
The one person in the entire house who looked like she belonged absolutely nowhere near a party.
John Logan's girlfriend had a reputation.
Quiet.
Reserved.
Intimidating.
The kind of woman who walked into a room and instantly made people sit up straighter without even trying. She wasn't rude. She wasn't cold.
She was simply... calm.
Controlled.
Dangerously composed.
The hockey team often joked that she was basically a black cat in human form.
Sharp stares.
Dry sarcasm.
Zero tolerance for nonsense.
Meanwhile Logan was a golden retriever who somehow woke up every morning excited to exist.
Nobody understood how they worked.
Yet somehow they were perfect together.
At the beginning of the night she sat beside Logan on the couch, nursing a single drink and occasionally smiling whenever he leaned over to tell her something.
Normal.
Completely normal.
Then somebody handed her another drink.
Then another.
Then a mystery punch that nobody should have trusted.
And everything changed.
At first nobody noticed.
She seemed exactly the same.
Quiet.
Relaxed.
Maybe slightly pink around the cheeks.
Then Logan felt something poke his side.
He looked down.
His girlfriend was staring at him.
Not unusual.
The problem was that she was staring at him with the biggest smile he'd ever seen.
A ridiculously happy smile.
The kind that looked completely foreign on her face.
Logan blinked.
"You okay?"
She nodded aggressively.
Then she grabbed both of his cheeks.
"You're so pretty."
The room went silent.
Dean nearly dropped his drink.
Garrett choked on his beer.
Allie's eyes widened.
Hannah looked delighted.
Logan looked like he'd just won the lottery.
His girlfriend never said things like that in public.
Ever.
She continued squishing his face.
"So pretty."
Logan grinned.
"Yeah?"
"Very."
Then she kissed his forehead.
Everyone froze.
Then she kissed his cheek.
Then his other cheek.
Then his nose.
Then his jaw.
Then his forehead again.
"Oh my God," Dean whispered.
"She's broken," Garrett said.
Logan was practically glowing.
His girlfriend continued peppering kisses all over his face like she had suddenly forgotten how to stop.
Every few seconds she would pull back.
Look at him.
Smile dreamily.
Then kiss him again.
"You're my favorite person."
Logan looked seconds away from proposing.
Dean gagged dramatically.
Nobody paid attention.
A few minutes later she wandered into the kitchen.
The team watched nervously.
Like researchers observing a rare animal.
Dean happened to be eating a blueberry muffin.
She stared at it.
Dean stared back.
"Do you want some?"
She nodded.
Dean tore off half and handed it over.
She accepted it.
Took one bite.
Then immediately wrapped both arms around him.
Dean froze.
The entire kitchen froze.
His eyes widened in absolute horror.
"Guys."
Nobody moved.
"Guys she's hugging me."
His voice cracked.
The hug tightened.
"Dean."
"What?"
"You're nice."
Dean looked genuinely emotional.
"Nobody's ever said that to me before."
Then she kissed his cheek.
The room exploded.
Everyone started shouting.
Dean screamed.
"LOGAN SHE KISSED ME."
Logan nearly fell off his chair laughing.
His girlfriend looked completely unbothered.
She simply finished her muffin and wandered away.
A few minutes later she discovered Garrett's truck keys sitting on the counter.
Her eyes lit up.
"You let me drive your truck that one time."
Garrett nodded carefully.
"Yeah."
"I liked your truck."
"Thanks?"
Before Garrett could react she launched herself at him.
Full hug.
Both arms.
Maximum affection.
Garrett stood there looking absolutely terrified.
The hockey team immediately pulled out their phones.
"No."
"Take pictures."
"Absolutely not."
"Garrett is getting hugged."
"Delete that."
His girlfriend squeezed him tighter.
"You're nice too."
Garrett looked deeply uncomfortable.
Which only made everyone laugh harder.
Eventually she released him and wandered off again.
Like a very affectionate ghost.
The next victims were Hannah and Allie.
She found them sitting together on the couch.
Immediately pointed at them.
"You."
Allie looked concerned.
"Me?"
"You both bought ice cream."
Hannah burst out laughing.
This had happened months ago.
A random midnight ice cream run when she'd been stressed about exams.
Apparently drunk her never forgot.
"You bought me chocolate ice cream."
Allie nodded.
"You deserved ice cream."
Her expression softened instantly.
Then she practically collapsed onto both of them.
Wrapping her arms around them.
Allie laughed.
Hannah laughed harder.
The three of them ended up tangled together on the couch while she repeatedly informed them how much she loved ice cream.
And how much she loved them.
And how nice they were.
And how everyone should eat more ice cream.
The speech lasted nearly ten minutes.
Nobody interrupted.
It was too entertaining.
By now the entire party had become dedicated to watching Logan's girlfriend.
Nobody cared about the music anymore.
Nobody cared about the games.
The intimidating woman everyone knew had vanished.
In her place was a clingy, affectionate sweetheart who seemed determined to hug every person she'd ever liked.
Logan eventually found her curled up between Hannah and Allie.
Her eyes were drooping.
Her words were becoming slower.
She spotted him immediately.
"Logan."
His heart melted.
"Hey, baby."
She stood up.
Wobbled.
Then marched directly toward him.
The crowd watched.
Waiting.
She reached him.
Grabbed his hoodie.
Pulled him down.
And kissed his cheek.
Then his other cheek.
Then his forehead.
Then his chin.
Then his nose.
Then his cheek again.
Logan was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.
"Sweetheart."
"Hm?"
"I think you're drunk."
She frowned.
"No."
"You kissed Dean."
Her eyes widened.
Then she nodded seriously.
"He shared his muffin."
The room erupted.
Even Logan doubled over laughing.
Her logic seemed perfectly sound.
She ignored everyone.
Instead she pressed her face into Logan's chest.
Wrapped her arms around his waist.
And sighed contentedly.
The laughter slowly faded.
Because suddenly she looked exhausted.
Comfortable.
Safe.
Logan stroked her hair.
"You tired?"
"Mhm."
"Wanna go home?"
"Mhm."
She didn't move.
Logan smiled.
"Baby."
"Mhm."
"You have to stand up."
"No."
He laughed softly.
"Why?"
"Comfortable."
A chorus of groans echoed through the room.
The couple was disgustingly cute.
She mumbled something unintelligible.
Then snuggled closer.
Then closer.
Then somehow even closer.
A few seconds later Logan realized she wasn't responding anymore.
He looked down.
She was asleep.
Completely asleep.
Curled against him.
Arms still around his waist.
Face buried in his chest.
The entire house went quiet.
Dean looked shocked.
Garrett looked shocked.
Hannah smiled.
Allie looked like she might cry from how adorable it was.
Logan stared down at his sleeping girlfriend with the softest expression anyone had ever seen on his face.
Carefully he brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.
Then kissed the top of her head.
"Best party ever," Dean whispered.
Nobody disagreed.
Because for one hilarious, unforgettable night, the house had gotten to see the impossible.
The black cat had become a golden retriever.
And Logan looked happier than he'd ever been.
The next morning began with a headache.
Not a terrible one.
Not the kind that made her want to throw up.
Just enough to make her regret every life decision that had led her to this exact moment.
A low groan escaped her as she buried her face deeper into the pillow.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains.
The room was warm.
Comfortable.
Safe.
Unfortunately, her brain was beginning to wake up.
And with it came memories.
Scattered at first.
Fragments.
Pieces.
A party.
Music.
A drink.
Logan laughing.
Thenâ
Her eyes flew open.
She sat upright so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash.
"No."
Her voice came out hoarse.
"No."
A horrifying image flashed through her mind.
She remembered kissing Logan's cheek.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
Her stomach dropped.
"Oh no."
More memories surfaced.
Dean.
The muffin.
The hug.
The kiss on the cheek.
She stared blankly at the wall.
"No."
Garrett.
His truck.
The hug.
"Oh God."
Allie.
Hannah.
Ice cream.
Another hug.
Possibly multiple hugs.
A speech about ice cream.
Why had there been a speech about ice cream?
Why?
WHY?
She slowly lowered herself back onto the mattress and pulled the blanket over her face.
Maybe if she stayed there long enough she would cease to exist.
A moment later she felt movement beside her.
Logan.
Of course.
The worst possible witness.
He shifted and blinked awake.
Then he looked at her.
Then he immediately started smiling.
That smile alone told her everything she needed to know.
"No."
Logan's smile widened.
"No what?"
She dragged the blanket higher.
"No talking."
His shoulders started shaking.
"Sweetheartâ"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was gonna say."
"I know enough."
At that point Logan lost the battle.
A laugh escaped him.
Then another.
Soon he was practically wheezing.
She wanted the earth to open beneath her.
She wanted a meteor.
An alien invasion.
Anything.
Anything except this.
The blanket suddenly disappeared as Logan pulled it away.
She immediately covered her face with both hands.
"No eye contact."
"Oh, we're definitely making eye contact."
"No."
"Absolutely yes."
She groaned.
Long and dramatic.
Logan looked completely delighted.
Which was honestly rude.
"You were adorable."
She made a sound somewhere between a scream and a dying whale.
"Stop."
"You called me pretty."
"Stop."
"You kissed my face approximatelyâ"
"STOP."
"âforty-seven times."
She dropped backward onto the mattress.
Face first.
"I am never leaving this room."
Logan laughed harder.
A pillow hit him in the chest.
It did absolutely nothing.
"You also informed me that I was your favorite person."
The pillow hit him again.
This time harder.
"Go away."
"No."
"Please."
"Nope."
"Logan."
"No."
His grin was impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
The kind of grin that belonged on a man who had just witnessed the greatest event of his entire life.
Which, judging by his expression, he apparently had.
Then came the knock.
She froze.
Logan froze.
A voice sounded from outside.
"Rise and shine, Muffin Kisser."
Silence.
Pure silence.
Then her soul left her body.
Dean.
Dean was outside the door.
She closed her eyes.
Maybe if she didn't move, he would go away.
The door opened.
He did not go away.
"Morning."
She didn't look up.
"Leave."
Dean walked farther into the room.
"Can't."
"Why?"
"I came to relive one of the greatest moments of my life."
She pulled a pillow over her face.
Dean ignored her.
"Did you know I've never been kissed because of baked goods before?"
Logan immediately started laughing again.
"Dean."
"Yes?"
"Leave."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
She wanted to cry.
Dean sat on the edge of the desk chair.
Looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"You hugged me."
Silence.
"You called me nice."
More silence.
"You kissed my cheek."
Silence.
"You know what?"
She groaned.
"What?"
"I haven't washed that cheek."
The pillow flew across the room.
Dean barely dodged it.
Logan nearly fell off the bed laughing.
A second knock came.
Then Garrett appeared.
She immediately covered her face again.
"No."
Garrett looked amused.
Which somehow felt worse.
Much worse.
"Morning."
"Leave."
"Can't."
"Why are all of you here?"
Garrett shrugged.
"You hugged me."
She made a strangled noise.
"I know."
"You told me I was nice."
"I know."
"You thanked me for letting you drive my truck."
"I KNOW."
Garrett looked completely satisfied.
Dean looked equally pleased.
Logan looked like he was having the time of his life.
This was a nightmare.
A genuine nightmare.
Then Hannah appeared.
Followed by Allie.
"Oh no."
"Oh yes," Hannah said.
Allie was already laughing.
Her cheeks burned instantly.
"No."
Hannah sat beside her.
"You gave a very passionate speech about ice cream."
The room erupted.
She considered jumping out the window.
The fact that they were on the second floor suddenly seemed irrelevant.
"You also told us we were angels."
She buried her face in the mattress.
"I hate all of you."
"No you don't," Allie said.
"You're right."
A pause.
"I hate myself."
That only made everyone laugh harder.
The next hour was torture.
Pure torture.
Every single person seemed determined to recount a different embarrassing thing she'd done.
Every story was somehow worse than the last.
Apparently she had followed Logan around for half the party.
Apparently she had called him pretty at least twenty times.
Apparently she'd spent five straight minutes holding his face.
Apparently she'd hugged nearly everyone she liked.
Apparently she had become physically incapable of existing more than three feet away from Logan.
The horror never ended.
By the time everyone finally left the room, she was prepared to move to another country.
Possibly another planet.
The door closed.
Silence returned.
She remained face-down on the bed.
Motionless.
Defeated.
Logan sat beside her.
His hand gently rubbed her back.
For a few moments neither of them spoke.
Then she finally muttered into the pillow.
"I'm never drinking again."
He laughed softly.
"I believe you."
"I mean it."
"I know."
A pause.
Then she rolled onto her back.
Looking up at the ceiling.
"I kissed Dean."
"You kissed Dean."
"I hugged Garrett."
"You hugged Garrett."
"I gave an ice cream speech."
"You gave an ice cream speech."
She groaned again.
Longer this time.
Logan couldn't stop smiling.
Eventually she turned her head toward him.
His expression softened immediately.
The teasing faded.
Replaced by something warmer.
Something affectionate.
"You know," he said quietly, "I liked seeing that side of you."
She frowned.
"Seeing me embarrass myself?"
"No."
His fingers brushed through her hair.
"Seeing how much you love people."
Her expression softened slightly.
"You already know that."
"I do."
His smile became gentler.
"But they didn't."
She blinked.
Logan continued.
"They always see the intimidating version of you."
She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not intimidating."
Logan actually laughed out loud.
"Sweetheart."
"I'm not."
"You made Tucker apologize once by looking at him."
"That's different."
He shook his head.
"My point is everyone finally got to see how big your heart is."
The room fell quiet.
Because beneath all the teasingâ
Beneath all the embarrassmentâ
There was truth in what he said.
She cared deeply.
She just wasn't always good at showing it.
Not the way Logan was.
Not the way sunshine people were.
Yet somehow one night and a little too much alcohol had stripped away every filter she'd ever had.
And apparently all that remained was affection.
An alarming amount of affection.
She sighed.
"I'm still mortified."
Logan grinned.
"I know."
"I'm going to think about this at three in the morning for the next ten years."
"I know."
"I might actually die."
He leaned forward.
Pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"You'll survive."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Easy for you to say."
"Why?"
"Because you weren't the one kissing people for muffins."
At that, Logan laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed again.
And despite herselfâ
Despite all the embarrassmentâ
Despite wanting to disappear into a hole and stay there foreverâ
A reluctant smile finally tugged at her lips.
Because unfortunately for her, everyone seemed to think drunk her was adorable.
Especially John Logan.
And judging by the way he was looking at her now, she suspected she'd never hear the end of it.
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Little Night Visitors
Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
Word Count: 1860
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The house was quiet in the way it only ever was after midnight.
Not silent, exactly. There was always the soft hum of the fridge, the faint creak of settling wood, the low hiss of rain against the window if you listened closely enough. But the rest of the world had gone still, and Dean was stretched out on his side in bed, one arm thrown over his eyes, breathing slow and even in the dark.
You were half asleep beside him when you felt it first.
A tiny shift near the door.
Then another.
Then the softest little sound, like someone trying very hard not to cry too loudly.
Your eyes opened at once.
Dean mumbled something unintelligible beside you and rolled onto his back, still deeply asleep. You listened for another second, and then you heard it again: the quiet, shaky sniffle of a child trying to be brave.
You were already sitting up before you fully realized it.
The bedroom door creaked open just enough to let in a sliver of hallway light.
And there, clutching her teddy bear against her chest with both arms, stood your five-year-old daughter.
Her hair was a mess, her nightgown twisted slightly at the hem, and her face,
Your heart dropped at the sight of her face.
Tears had already tracked down her cheeks, and her eyes were wide and wet with the kind of fear that made children look heartbreakingly small.
She didnât call out.
She just stood there, looking at the bed like she wasnât sure whether she was allowed to wake the world.
Dean stirred beside you, blinking awake before your daughter even made it all the way into the room. He lifted his head, squinting into the dark. âWhatâs,â
Then he saw her.
He was instantly fully awake.
Your daughter sniffled once, and that was all it took. She crossed the room in three tiny steps and climbed up onto Deanâs side of the bed with the kind of desperate urgency that made your chest ache. Dean reached for her immediately, one arm opening before she even got close enough to fall.
âHey, hey,â he said softly, voice rough with sleep. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â
She crawled right into his side and buried her face against his chest, teddy bear trapped between them. Her little shoulders shook once, then again.
Deanâs face changed completely.
Every trace of sleep vanished.
He shifted onto his side and pulled her close, one hand smoothing carefully over her back while the other cupped the back of her head. âSweetheart,â he whispered, âtalk to me. What happened?â
Your daughter only clung tighter.
You sat up fully and reached toward them, brushing a hand over her hair. âHey, honey. Youâre okay. Youâre safe.â
That seemed to make her cry harder.
Dean looked up at you over her head, already worried. âWas it a bad dream?â
She nodded against his shirt, muffled and shaky.
Deanâs voice softened even more. âCan you tell us about it?â
She sniffled and pulled back just enough to wipe at her cheeks with her free hand. Her teddy bear dangled from the other arm, one ear bent from being squeezed too hard.
âI had a dream,â she whispered.
You moved a little closer, tucking the blanket around the three of you where you could. âWhat kind of dream?â
Her lower lip trembled. âThere was a big noise.â
Deanâs hand kept moving over her back, slow and steady. âOkay.â
âAnd I couldnât find you.â
Your heart gave a hard, painful squeeze.
Your daughter looked between you and Dean as if afraid one of you might disappear if she blinked too hard. âAnd the lights were all off.â
You swallowed. âYou were dreaming, baby.â
She nodded, but the tears kept coming. âI was looking for you and I couldnât, I couldnât,â
Dean kissed the top of her head. âYou found us now.â
She held onto him for another second, then looked up with teary eyes. âI was scared.â
Deanâs expression broke right there in front of you.
There was something so gentle and helpless on his face when it came to her that it always undid you a little. He kissed her forehead, then brushed his thumb under her eye.
âI know,â he said quietly. âI know you were.â
She hiccuped once.
He gave her a soft, almost crooked smile. âBut youâre here. Youâre with us. And it was just a dream.â
Your daughter nodded, but she still looked frightened.
So you shifted closer and tucked a curl behind her ear. âDo you want to tell us more about it?â
She hesitated. Then, in the smallest voice, she whispered, âThere was a shadow.â
Deanâs hand paused briefly on her back.
You noticed.
He did too, because his eyes flicked to yours for only a second before returning to her face.
âA shadow?â he repeated gently.
She nodded.
And then, very carefully, as if she knew it sounded silly but was too scared to keep it inside, she said, âAnd I couldnât call for Uncle Beau.â
The room went still.
Not heavy. Just still.
Your daughter looked up at Dean, then at you, worried now that she had said something wrong. âHe wasnât there.â
Deanâs jaw tightened for a second, not in anger, but in that quiet, aching way grief sometimes lived in him even now, long after the sharpest part of it had softened.
You reached over and touched his arm lightly.
He exhaled and looked back at your daughter with a calm he clearly had to work for.
âOh, sweetheart,â he said softly, âUncle Beau wouldâve hated that dream.â
That made her blink through the tears. âHe would?â
âAbsolutely,â Dean said. âHe wouldâve marched right in there and told that shadow to get lost.â
A tiny sniffle escaped her, almost a laugh.
You smiled despite the ache in your chest.
Dean continued, gentler now. âYou know what else?â
She shook her head.
âHeâs still looking out for you.â
Her little brows knit together. âHe is?â
Dean nodded, very sure. âYeah. He is.â
Your daughter looked uncertain, but calmer now than she had been when she first appeared in the doorway. âEven when Iâm sleeping?â
âEspecially when youâre sleeping,â you said softly.
She looked up at you.
You brushed your fingers over her hair again. âUncle Beau loved you very much, remember?â
She nodded.
âHe still does,â you said. âAnd he would never let anything bad happen to you if he could help it.â
Deanâs voice was quiet when he added, âYou know Uncle Beau is there, right? And heâll always protect you.â
Your daughter looked between the two of you, her teddy bear pressed close against her chest. âAlways?â
âAlways,â Dean said.
His voice was so steady that it made it feel like a promise, not just comfort.
She studied his face for a second, then leaned back into him again, trusting the answer enough to let her shoulders loosen a little.
Dean held her carefully, one hand rubbing circles between her shoulder blades while the other rested protectively around her tiny frame.
You watched them both for a second, and the sight of it nearly made your throat close.
There was something so unbearably tender about the way Dean held her when she was scared. He was careful in every way that mattered. Not performative. Not loud. Just there. Solid. Steady. The kind of parent who made safety feel like a physical thing.
Your daughter sniffled one more time and mumbled, âCan I stay with you?â
Dean looked at you first.
You nodded immediately. âOf course.â
His expression softened.
He shifted slightly to make room on the bed, and your daughter climbed right back against him, still clutching her bear. Dean drew the blanket up over her small body and kissed her temple.
âYou donât have to be embarrassed about nightmares,â he murmured. âEverybody gets them sometimes.â
She looked up at him with sleepy, tear-wet eyes. âEven you?â
Dean made a face. âUnfortunately, yes.â
That got the faintest little smile out of her.
âEven Daddy?â she asked, turning to you now.
You smiled. âEspecially Daddy.â
Dean pointed at you, mock offended. âThat was uncalled for.â
Your daughter gave a tired giggle, then tucked herself against his side again. The sound was small and fragile, but it was enough to make the room feel warmer all at once.
Dean looked at her and smiled in that quiet, private way he only ever used with the people he loved most.
âSee?â he said softly. âYouâre okay.â
She nodded, but her eyelids were already starting to droop.
You lay back down beside them and brushed a kiss over her hair. âGo back to sleep, baby.â
She shifted a little and mumbled, âStay.â
âIâm staying,â you whispered.
Dean reached over with his free hand and found yours under the blanket, squeezing it once.
Your daughterâs breathing slowed.
Her teddy bear was mashed halfway against Deanâs chest now, one arm trapped under his hand, but she didnât seem to care. The fear had started to drain from her little body, leaving her tired and soft and safe between the two of you.
Dean watched her for a long time after she quieted.
When he finally spoke, his voice was nearly silent. âIt still gets me.â
You turned your head toward him in the dark. âWhat does?â
He looked down at your daughter, brushing the back of his knuckles lightly along her blanket. âHow small she gets when sheâs scared.â
Your chest tightened.
You understood exactly what he meant.
âSheâs safe,â you whispered.
âI know.â
âShe knows that now too.â
Dean nodded once, but his expression stayed thoughtful and a little sad around the edges. âI just hate that she has to be scared of anything.â
You shifted closer and rested your head lightly on his shoulder. âThatâs part of loving someone.â
He was quiet.
Then he looked at you with that same deep, soft seriousness he got when he was feeling more than he could easily say.
âYeah,â he murmured. âI know.â
A few minutes passed in silence.
The rain tapped quietly against the window. The room stayed dark and warm. Your daughter slept deeply now, one small hand curled around the edge of her bear, her face finally smooth and peaceful again.
Dean kissed her hair once more, then leaned over and kissed your forehead too.
You smiled sleepily. âYou good?â
He gave a quiet hum. âBetter now.â
You knew what he meant.
Because no matter how many sleepless nights, nightmares, or little heartbreaks came your way, the three of you always seemed to find your way back to one another.
And when your daughter stirred in her sleep and nestled even closer between you, Deanâs hand settled automatically over her back like he was protecting her even in dreams.
You closed your eyes, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing and the steady beat of Deanâs heart beside you.
In the dark, wrapped around your sleeping child and the love that held your family together, the house felt a little less empty, a little less heavy, and a lot more like home.
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Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

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supercut of us - prologue.
The one where Jack Abbot accidentally knocks up Robby's little (step)sister in his final year of college.
warnings: this blog is 18+, mdni! this fic deals with pregnancy, discussions of abortion and medical complications, explicit sexual content, slut-shaming (not by jack), reader is robby's step-sister, they are not related biologically, and reader's appearance is not described at all. in this chap - underage drinking, smut, protected pinv
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August 27th.
Senior year is supposed to be a breeze. Jackâs put in the work, done the MCAT, and now he just has to wait for the interviews for med school to roll in.
After a year of being President of Sigma Chi, heâs dropped to a less strenuous role this year - Academic Rep. Itâs a role he takes with a healthy dose of irony, mostly spent chasing underclassmen to ensure their collective GPA doesn't tank the houseâs social privileges before graduation.
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