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I saw your post about Jack x Reader requests and I have one-ish! Where the reader has endometriosis and Jack takes care of her/she feels bad accepting the help type of situation. Could be an early relationship maybe? If you wanted lol but free reign!
Kind of general I know, I just love you writing and had been looking for one like this so figured I'd ask! Obviously no worries at all if you don't feel like it :)
Hiii, sweetheart!! Thank you soo much for this ask and for reading my work. Hopefully, you'll like this. I'm not that well informed about endometriosis but I tried my best for you. :3 Warnings: period, endometriosis, intense pain, use of pet names, mentions of food, soft Jack
It's been three days of short responses, half-assed excuses and overall lack of interest that has Jack in alarm. It's not like you at all. Usually, you are so chirp and enthusiastic with him, but this.... This feels wrong. Jack knows there's something going on with you.
And he can't take it any longer. You may be dating only for a couple of months, but Jack knows you. Knows you because he's ridiculously in love with you and he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you. So he's not waiting to find out what's going on, he goes see for himself.
Jack knocks on your apartment door, key clutched tightly in his hand. He doesn't want to just come in if you don't want to see him. But he can't hear you, no shuffling of your feet or any sound. So despite his earlier efforts of being considerate, the need to know that you are okay wins.
"Shit." He says quietly, already worried out of his goddamnn mind.
Jack unlocks the door and lets himself in. It doesn't take him long to find you. You are laying up on your bed, face scrunched in pain even though you are snoring softly.
Jack is a doctor so he knows what's wrong with you immediately. The curled up position, heating pad under your tummy, dark bedding... and he also knows because you've mentioned it to him in the passing.
Fuck, you look in so much pain that it breaks his heart. At the sound of your name, your bleary eyes fall on him just as another painful cramp takes over.
Jack instantly kneels at the side of your bed, hands reaching out to cup your face. "Sweetheart, why haven't you called me?"
"Didn't want to bother you. Nothing you can do anyway." You say with a dry voice. There's no water on your nightstand so Jack already knows your words are a lie. There's a lot he can do actually.
"Nonsense, angel. I'm here now, okay? I'll try to make you feel better. Just hang tight." Jack leans in to give you a kiss on your forehead before he's moving.
He fills up a glass of water for you and heats up another pad you can put under your tummy. Jack is pretty sure you haven't eaten properly these last couple of days and orders some light food like chicken broth for you as well.
He does all of that as quickly as possible, he doesn't want you to wait too long.
When he finally comes back, your eyes are closed again, but your face is far from content.
"Okay, baby. Can you sit up for a second?" He squints with worry at you.
"Hmm." You nod against the mattress, not caring about anything else but the pain. You want it gone. "It hurts so much."
"I know, sweetheart, I know." He murmurs, his voice all soft, he hates seeing you so weak and hurting.
He helps you into a sitting position, holding you upright as he hands you the water. You sip on it slowly, breathing deeply through the pain.
"How's the pain on scale from 1 to 10? 10 is the worst." Jack coaxes an answer from you and braces for the answer. If it's too bad, he'll definitely take you to the Pitt. And he won't take a no for an answer.
"Like 8?" You mumble out, wincing.
"Do you remember when you took a painkiller?" He asks and you murmur the time. His hands are still holding you steadily and content warmth spreads through you at that. Even though you feel a little bit bad about worrying him, you are happy that he came.
"I'll go get you another one-"
"No, stay please. Just for a few more mintes." You whisper. You know you need the pill, but you want a warm hug from your boyfriend first. He's a soothing presence, making you feel a bit better.
Jack reads your expression, and smiles. "Of course. Anything for you, angel."
He puts the glass back on the table after you finish the water and helps you lay back down again, pressing the new heating pad against your tummy.
Maybe it's his loving touch or the new heating pad, but the cramps ease one bit, making it finally easier to breathe.
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I'm pretty sure that Jack would be SO nervous before proposing to you (you're the love of his life, and he doesn't want to lose you)
He would just go down on one knee and only say 'please'. Or he'd just say 'marry me.' no question, because he's that nervous that his prepared speech just goes up in the air.
And you'd only laugh silly at it and threw yourself into his arms with a big yes. :3
alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:
1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..
2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.
at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.
i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READβΌοΈ
and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.
Jack being super cute and a great chef and cooking for reader
Accidentally domestic, falling asleep watching a movie together
Reader watching Jack do his sunrise yoga, maybe he tries to show her some moves π
Reader gets her period or sick and Jack looks after her
Robby comes over and catches them in a compromising position but itβs just a misunderstanding OR Robby comes over and flirts with reader when they arenβt at work and Jack gets jel
Reader gives Jack a leg massage when his prosthetic has been causing him issues
Omggg, thank u thank u thank u. I'll definitely be using one of these!!!π₯Ήπ
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"I can't do this right now. I'm going for a ride to clear my head." Jack announces loudly with an angry sigh.
There has been a silly argument going on for at least 10 minutes now, and nobody is easing up. The frustration only grows bigger and bigger with each word.
And you both hate it. Jack hates your watery eyes and small pout. Even if your words are heated, your face is all soft and upset, it makes Jack feel bad and sick at the same time. He hates fighting with you, it doesn't happen often, but it makes his guts squeeze every time.
Jack doesn't give you time to say anything to it as he grabs his car keys and stalks towards the garage.
You stand in the middle of the kitchen for a few seconds, deciding on what you should do.
Sure, he really pissed you off, but at the same time the only person that can bring you comfort is him. And you don't want to be all alone and sad in his big house. You hate being away from him, even if you are mad at him.
You pad on your bare feet towards the garage, and stop in the doorway unsurely. Jack's already in the car, waiting for the garage door to roll up.
He sees you fiddle nervously with your sleeves before you finally walk up to the car. He rolls the window down because yeah, he might be mad but he'd never just blatantly ignore you.
"Can I... C-Can I come with you? Please. I'll sit in the back and I promise I won't say anything. I just...Can I?" Your wet, big eyes practically plead to let you in. To not be left here. You're scared that maybe if you let him go all alone, he might realise he doesn't want you one night.
Jack's eyes soften a bit, and you hear the lock open on the door. You immediately jump inside the car, not giving him a second to change his mind.
You quietly sit in the back as Jack backs out of the garage and starts driving down the road.
It doesn't take long for Jack's pent up energy to sizzle out. Especially, when he hears you sniffle with your runny nose every once in a while.
Jack tries to catch your eyes in the mirror but you just won't look his way, eyes strained on the road. And he can't have his best girl looking so, so down. Especially because of him. So he pulls into the nearest parking lot.
Jack kills the engine and jumps out. He rounds the car, opens your door all while you watch him with confused, but hopeful gaze.
"I'm so sorry, angel. I shouldn't have let it get so heated. And I shouldn't have tried to leave. I'm an idiot." It's his defence mechanism, he'd rather leave and cool down before he'd say something and regret it later.
Jack's hands hover inches away from you, holding onto the cushions next to your thigh.
"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry for yelling. And for making you take me for the ride with you, I was just...." You stop talking before you can say too much. You don't want to sound crazy.
You turn to him, and his hands immediately move and settle on your hips.
"What is it?" Jack's thumb brushes your exposed tummy. He softly urges you to answer his question. You both need to talk it out even if it can hurt.
"I was worried you might not want to be with me anymore." You explain sheepishly, eyes everywhere but on him.
"Wait, baby." He frowns at you. "Do you always worry about that after an argument?" He can remember all of the times you two argued, and every time you didn't let him go cool off alone. It's basically a routine by now that after you argue, you two go for a ride together.
You just nod, embarrassment settling in. "Why didn't you say something?" God, it pains him so much to think about it.
"Don't know. I was just worried." You shrug, but it's far from casual. You look like you might die from embarrassment any second now.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You know, that no matter how much we fight, I'm not leaving. You're it for me baby. There's nobody else I'd rather be upset with."
"Don't you think it's annoying though? Me being so...so clingy." Jack thinks that surely you must be joking. You look so uncomfortable at your skin as you ask him that, that Jack's swears he must be doing something wrong if you feel like that.
"Sweetheart, if it was up to me, we'd literally be attached to hip 24/7. I love being with you. You're my favourite person ever." Jack states, words all lovey and honest. Your eyes water from it, it overwhelms you for a second because it was exactly what you wanted, needed to hear.
"You're my favourite person, too." You mumble out, your hands sneaking out of your long sleeves to squeeze his. Jack chuckles because only now he notices it's his big-ass hoodie you have on.
"I love you, angel. So all is forgiven?"
"Yes." You nod quickly and lean in for a very much needed kiss.
You can barely even remember what the fight was about as his lips move against yours, and both of your bodies finally relax.
"I love you too, Jack." You breath out against his lips. He pulls away with a gentle smile and wipes away the left wetness on your cheeks with tender hands.
"Do you want to go get ice-cream?" Jack suggests, and your face lights up as you nod sheepish.
"Okay, c'mon, need my girl next to me." He scoops you up before you can protest and manages to put you in the front seat, all while you giggle at him.
Save to say, you and Jack might argue sometimes, but your feelings for each other never change.
Lovelies, I have this unfinished dbf!Jack wip. Would you guys be interested in reading it? I'd finish it if yes :3
There are tears running down your cheeks as you sit on the hospital bed, waiting for some doctor to get to you. You were cooking last minute dinner before bed and you were probably too sleepy to do it. Because as you chopped up the veggies, the knife somehow ended up in your hand.
And foolishly enough, you pulled it out of your hands, so now it won't stop bleeding or hurting.
The makeshift bandage you have wrapped around it is completely soaked through, and it cause you a slight panic the longer you look at it.
"Hello, miss y/l/n, I'm doctor Abbot. You cut your hand?" Jack doesn't look at you as he walks in with your chart.
But you immediately recognise him. How could you not? He's a good friend with your dad, military buddies and all. Even though your dad was practically Jack's boss in the army, they became good friends. Especially after your family moved to Pittsburgh.
But apparently, he doesn't recognise you. It's probably been a decade since you've seen him last. He always invited his buddies and their families to the annual barbecue at his house.
But you haven't been there for almost 10 years, ever since you decided to move out of Pittsburgh and try to pursue a life in New York. You were early in your twenties then.
But life got crazy and you missed your parents, so when a job opportunity presented itself in Pittsburgh you took it without hesitation.
And I guess, meeting Jack was bound to happen sooner or later. And you are effectively regretting not seeing the man sooner because damn. He looks so, so attractive. You don't remember him being this hot.
You realise you are starring at the man only when he chuckles at you. He squints at you for a second like he might just recognise you, but then he shakes his head.
"Oh, sorry." You say sheepishly. "Yes, yes, I-...uh I was cutting up some veggies and the knife ended up in my hand. And I pulled it out." You tell him the last part with a wince.
"That probably wasn't very smart, huh?" He says gently, trying to ease your worry. He can feel the anxiety rolling in waves from you.
"I wasn't thinking at that moment." You confess as you wipe away the wetness on your cheeks.
Jack rolls a stool next to the bed, hands you a tissue and then begins to examine the damage. You hold in all of your winces as he gently probs at the wound, but your tears don't stop. You just pray his work will be quick even if he is trying to be gentle.
"Okay, the wound is deep but not deep enough to cause any damage to the nerves. We'll stitch you up, and then you should be good to go." He states calmly, pulling off the gloves.
"Will-Will you do it?" You ask tentatively, you could do with his calming presence. And the fact, he's a familiar face.
"Me? Usually, I let the interns do it." Jack quickly responds, but when he sees your disappointment, he adds. "But you know what, I haven't done it in a while. I could use the practice."
Your face lights up at that and you give him a grateful, little smile. It stirs something in Jack's heart, but he ignores it and resumes his work again.
By the time he's done with the stitches, your face is burning. He kept sneaking glances at your face and smirking when you caught him.
And finally, he has enough of being patient. "I'm sorry, but...have we met before? You just look so familiar."
You tell him your dad's name, and his eyes go impossibly wide. "Oh my god, y/n? Jesus, I didn't even recognise you."
Jack finds you weeping softly on the bed as you fold your bikinis and put them in the suitcase. You look so unbelievably sad that Jack immediately drops everything in his hands, keeps his scrubs on and comes to sit next to you.
"Hey, hey, hey, angel. What's wrong?" Jack takes the clothes out of your hands and cups your hands in one of his. The other one sneaks up to your face, wiping away the salty tears.
"I got my period." You whisper so unhappily.Β
Jack's eyes soften with the realisation. "Are you in pain?"
You shake your head. "I just ruined our vacation."
Oh. That's why you are so upset. "No, angel. It's okay. Nothing is ruined. As long as you aren't in pain, we're gonna enjoy our vacation."
He rubs soothing circles into your skin as your tears slow down. "But you were so excited for us to swim together. Said it'd be perfect for your leg."
You feel so bad. Because he finally got 2 weeks off from work so you could go relax somewhere far away. And you found the perfect place on an island. A private house with a pool and a sheer blue sea water just a few feet away. And food available at all times of the day with many activities to do as well. Basically a heaven on earth.
"We can still swim, sweetheart. We are there for two weeks. You can wait until your period ends. Or you can get in the pool with a tampon or a cup. Or you can just get in, you won't bleed in the water because of the pressure, remember?" He taps your chin lovingly, reminding you that it's all okay.
"Or we can go buy you some period swimsuit. I think I saw that somewhere." Gosh, your heart might just burst from how sweet your boyfriend is.
"Oh, yeah? You saw that somewhere?" You chuckle with a sniffle.
"Yes." He rolls his eyes at your teasing. "My point is, baby, that it's okay you got your period. We'll have great time anyways." You nod softly against his hand.
Jack wipes away the remaining tears and leans in to give you a peck on your forehead.
"Do we have time to go look at that underwear?" You ask tentatively, you know there's still plenty of time until your flight, but you also know that Jack wanted to take a nap after his shift.
"Yes, let's go now so we don't rush later." He says and it makes you feel even worse. Jack clocks your unhappy frown immediately.
"No, Jack. You need to sleep." You'd rather have no swimwear then make him go with you.
"I'll nap in the plane, I'll have plenty of time then, okay?"
"Or I can just go alone?" You suggest.
Jack gasps dramatically, hand on his chest. Oh, he's got the jokes now, huh? "No way, sweetheart. You need my expertise."
"You just want to ogle me in the bikinis."
"And?" He smirks at you, and you just chuckle at his antics. You love showing off clothes for him anyway.
"Okay, fine. But I'm paying."
"In that case, I think we don't even need to go anywhere. Two weeks on the couch seem great." There's no fucking way he's letting you pay for anything. He's a gentleman after all.
"You are insufferable." You mumble, shaking your head in disbelief with an amused smile on.
Oh.
That's what he's doing. You didn't even realise it, but your sad mood is gone, replaced by soft smiles reserved just for Jack.
"And yet, you love me." He grins some more at you, pushing another kiss onto your face. This time on your cheek, close to your plush lips.
"I do love you. You are too good to me."
"No, baby. It's just what you deserve and more. And I love you, too. Now c'mon, let's get dressed and go buy you the swimsuit and sunscreen." He gets up on his tired legs, one of them way more achy than the other. But he doesn't show it, you'd make him stay home.
"Wait, how did you know I needed sunscreen?" You raise your brows at him.
"Baby, I don't think there's a single think that I don't notice about you."
You kiss him on the mouth before he can say something even more lovely and you'll cry about it.
Good thing you don't know about the velvet box safely hidden in his suitcase, otherwise your period hormones might just make you sob.
But that reaction is reserved for later, when he finally gets down on his knee.
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