pretty boy | j. avery x reader | one shots

four: "it's just dinner"

prompt: "it's just dinner"

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There is a lot of significance to meeting the family of the person you love, thousands of questions and concerns arise as the moment nears, but this wasn't (Y/N)'s first rodeo with Catherine Avery. Two years of interrogations at Christmas dinners and accusations while cutting the turkey during Thanksgiving had taught the girl something about how to properly walk along the tight-rope that was Catherine Avery. (Y/N) had always been able to deflect it, but she now considered herself a professional tight-rope walker. "Are you sure you want to do this? I can still call it off, Webber can take my mom out to dinner."

(Y/N) glanced over at Jackson, continuing to pour her coffee into her thermos, "Oh please, you're mother wouldn't have it. She'd insist."

"I can tell her I'm sick, we can stay in, order some take-out." Jackson rested his chin on her shoulder, watching the coffee as it slowly filled the cup. Being so close to the (H/C) woman meant he could smell the perfume she wore every day, he enjoyed her consistency with the simple things in life.

"While that does sound amazing," (Y/N) grinned, "I just got your mom to start liking me, after two years I've finally cracked her, I'm not risking anything there." Jackson let out a chuckle, he knew how important it is to his girlfriend that things were settled with his mother, that they could have a normal conversation that didn't end in discussing finances or work, or babies.

"Alright, whatever you say." Jackson watched as (Y/N) screwed the lid onto her thermos and set it on the counter. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, "It's just dinner, okay? That's only like, what? A couple hours?"

"Yeah, a couple hours spent with my mother." Jackson replied, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)'s waist. She laughed, her (E/C) eyes seemed to sparkle, "You say that like it's a bad thing, Jackson. I actually like your mom."

Jackson smiled, "She'd never admit it but she likes you too, which is a rare occurrence."

"I'm just that special." (Y/N) said before pecking his lips and running away, but not before grabbing her coffee, Jackson watched her hurry away with a smile. He appreciated his girlfriend's many attempts to leave a good impression on his mother, it showed how much she cared, which only made him love her more.

(Y/N) is the type of person to truly dedicate herself to making people happy, it's what makes her a wonderful person, she never stopped trying. Even when things seem dull and dark, she finds a way to provide a light when nobody else is able to. Her selflessness is admirable, but concerning, she puts her own mental and physical self at stake for the sake of others. Which is where Jackson comes in to make sure she's taking care of herself.

If he has to leave early in the morning for a surgery he always makes sure to send her a text reminding her to eat breakfast, when she's had a rough day or loses a patient he's there to listen and provides alcohol. They leaned on each other for support, they had a system that worked for them, it was relieving to feel so healthy in a relationship for the first time in years.

Jackson was pulled out of his thoughts when his pager buzzed in his coat pocket, he glanced down to see that it was a plastics consult from the pit. He walked out of the lounge and jogged down the hallway to catch the elevator before it left. (Y/N) was a trauma surgeon, working under chaotic situations was something she was good at, she had a soothing aura about her that was comforting to patients. Jackson couldn't blame them, one look into her gentle (E/C) eyes and it puts you into a trance, he slipped between the other people in the elevator so he could exit.

The pit was well-managed and organized, thanks to (Y/N) and April, who had worked hard on making things easily accessible while not over-crowding the area. Avery pulled on a pair of gloves before entering the burn room, where he had been paged to consult a burn patient. He had always felt sympathetic towards the victims. To have a literal part of you taken away within minutes must be traumatizing, but that was why he was called in. To give them that piece back.