one look, and you're hypnotised
You can't help but fall victim for Jack Abbot's charms. The only problem? He can't seem to let his walls down.
A/N: I'm honestly just going through my drafts and finding the best pieces to post since my creativity has been at an all time low - but if you find anything you want me to expand on, please say so!
Warnings: Reader's gender is not specified, Jack is kind of a meanie - I wanted to try his more stressed side rather than his flirty one, this is literally just me waxing poetic about his eyes, LOTS of yearning
WC: 700 words
Falling in love with Jack Abbot was almost expected.
Whatโs not to like?
He was- is a great man.
Jackโs an ex-Army amputee veteran, SWAT moonlighter, and the night shift attending at PTMC โ a mouthful for sure, but impressive, nonetheless.
And despite being all those things, despite having all these credible titles, heโs kind โ even when most wouldnโt be.
One of the kindest people youโll ever meet.
Abbot went out of his way to ensure a patient is comfortable, satisfied with their care, and most of all โ healthy.
Healthy falls into multiple categories: mentally, physically, spiritually.
He makes it his life mission to tick all those boxes before any patient sets foot outside of the E.D.
When you first met Jack, you found him intimidating.
A lot of people do. You werenโt special for thinking so.
He was all intense stares, rapid-fire questions constructed to rack your brain, and signing you onto the Pittโs challenging cases.
You thought heโd be the death of you.
The reason youโd quit emergency medicine.
But after you witnessed how he treated a young patient โ maybe four or five years old โ reassuring them that theyโd be perfectly fine, softening his rugged voice to the best of his abilities, rubbing slow circles on their back, focusing on the blunt ridges of their spine, in a soothing motion.
He whispered, โYes, this surgery will be scary - but not undergoing it will be even scarier. And we donโt want that, do we? I'm sure your siblings would miss playing with you.โ
The kid hugged Jack tight, wrinkling his shirt in the process (not that he minded one bit), thanking him profusely, eyes glassy.
Thatโs when it clicked.
It was all a front.
A test.
To see how much you could bend before you break.
Because if he breaks you, you arenโt fit for this department.
Working side-by-side Jack came easily after that understanding.
Suddenly, the intense aura he lugged around didnโt feel so suffocating.
His never-ending supply of questions didnโt deter you like they used to; no longer interpreting them as an administration of doubt, but instead, a vessel to assert your opinion.
You developed a sixth sense for whenever Jack Abbot found something you did pleasing.
It was all in the eyes.
His eyes.
His gorgeous, hazel eyes.
They were the perfect balance of green, brown, and gold.
A rarity; one of a kind, encompassing Jack entirely.
You couldnโt think of a pair that would suit him more. Itโs as if his body knew it had to be just as beautiful as his personality.
The lights in the E.D. didnโt do them any justice, muddling them down to dark orbs with an unidentifiable colour. The untrained eye would believe they were a deep brown, or a soft grey - depending on the angle.
But you knew.
Itโs not that the harsh illumination of the Pitt did anyone justice, but Jack continues to look like a lead in a 2000โs rom-com.
But then again, youโd find Jack Abbot delectable even if he were covered in human shi-
โDid you catch that?โ
A snap echoes around the consultation room, effectively seizing you from your daydreams. Jack pins you with a deadpan expression, those hazel eyes of his narrowing at your lack of spatial awareness.
The brief connection between your eyes causes the space to feel a lot smaller.
Youโre breathless. As if he used the Force, a single glare strangling you.
โS-sorry, what?โ
The attending shakes his head, raking fingers through his silver curls, โYou gotta be kidding me,โ he grumbled. โThatโs the third time today, Doctor. Canโt have you away with the fairies during an actual emergency, understood?โ
Warmth blooms across your face, embarrassment following close behind, โYes, sir.โ
Jack stills.
As if that one word shattered his focus completely.
Because it did.
His eyelid twitches, gripping the scalpel in his hand tightly, knuckles turning white at the action.
You're just so willing to please. Staring up at him with glossy eyes - awaiting the next order, like a soldier to be bossed around.
โDonโtโฆโ a huff escapes his lips, โdonโt call me that. Abbot is fine.โ
Nodding obediently, you respond, โOf course. Sorry.โ
You couldโve sworn you heard him curse under his breath, the sound of medical appliances masking any trace of it.
