NINE BEERS, NINE INNINGS
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pairings; jack abbot x fem reader
synopsis ; jack has a night shift so reader goes to a MLB game for the . Yet after the 9 beers, 9 innings challenge, reader finds herself at AGH. Jack, at her rescue.
content ; established couple, kissing, indirect age gap, f!reader, pet names, fluff af
WC. 3k
A/N //
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You were getting ready at your vanity with Olivia Dean playing in the background having peacefully. Jack, in the background, surprisingly, knowing all the words comes along as he gets ready for work.
Your eyes followed his shirtless body as he searched for a clean scrub top. You were staring, and you couldn’t care less he was your worst to stare at.
“If you take a picture”
“It’ll last longer?”, you say cutting him off, looking up from your eyeshadow palette to smirk at him through the mirror.
“So what time is this game?”, Jack says, throwing a top on and scrubs over,checking his hair in your vanity mirror.
Pushing your head to the side with his own so he can get a better look at himself. You playfully push him off.
“Do you mind?”
“No, no baby I don’t mind thank you so much for asking”, he said giving you a kiss on the cheek walking away.
“The game is at eight, but we’re going to this little speakeasy before hand”
You were preparing the Pirates game with Santos, some girl she knew in college that she definitely has a crush on, your hometown bestfriend just in case you had to third wheel.
“Do you think it’s weird that I just go out with people that you are definitely the boss of”
“No? I share drinks with these people after work, babe. I hang out with people. I’m the boss of.”
“Honestly, I think it helps, because when I tell them to do something that I definitely know they’re not gonna wanna do. I hope that there’s a hint of sympathy there”
“From Santos? Please.”, you say blowing raspberries
“True”
Your phone dings.
santos🌈: mateo is coming, should i invite jivadi 🫢
you: it’s messy..
you: but yes.
you: thousand percent.
santos🌈: it’s done.
You giggled to yourself and Jack turns his head at all the giggling.
“What’s so funny”
“It’s nothing, Mateo’s coming and Santos invited Jivadi!”,you said smiling.
“Why is that funny”
You stop laughing to look at him with a straight face.
“Seriously. Jack, How is that funny?”
“It’s matchmaking!”, you sing in a high voice.
“How is it matchmaking”, he says confused.
“All right, so it’s kind of a long story so stay with me, so Mateo at first-“
“Baby, I just remembered, I really don’t care. I love you, but I literally don’t care about there… whatever the fuck is going on.”
You pouted your lips, but ultimately understood and honestly, I think he just has some secret beef for Mateo.
“I’ve gotta go love, but text me some pictures of your beautiful face. I love you have fun”, he says coming back over you at your vanity to give you a real kiss.
Short but loving. He pulled the ponytail you had back just a little to tease you, smiling in the kiss then breaking away.
You both keep eye contact, before he breaks. Smirking from the feeling like you won, he playfully pushes your shoulder.
“I hate leaving you”
“Well maybe I’ll just see you at the hospital” , you joke.
“Do not fucking say that, but I love you”, he says as he checks his watch and starts to leave the room.
“I love you tooooo”, you yell as you hear him make his way down the hall and the door shutting behind him.
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The six of you enter the baseball game. When Mateo pitches his big idea.
“So, I was on TikTok and I saw all this challenge where you get nine beers nine hotdog for all of the endings. & I thinkkkk! We should do that.”
Deep down, you really wanted to, but you weren’t exactly sure if you should because I kind of sounded like a lot and you were kind of a light weight.
“Okay, so it’s nine beers. The game is probably gonna be, what three hours? So that’s three beers an hour.Hmmm”, Santos begins calculating. Of course she would. The girl she brought looks intrigued by the idea a smile appears on Santos’s face.
“Oh my God fuck it, we all Uber’d. I’m off for two days. Let’s do it.”
Jivadi looks doe eyed and nervous, as always.
“We can do like 5 it you want.. or none… or one, whatever you want”, Mateo says shyly towards her.
“Smooth”, Santos says dryly. He cuts her a look.
“Maybe we could share?”, she said softly to him. I bit my lip and smile. Raising my eyebrows at the rest of the group. Santos and I secretly hi-five each-other.
The six of you walk up to the concession stand, ordering your first round of hotdogs and beers. Mateo goes to pull his card out when you step in front.
“It’s on me”, you smile a hint of cockiness behind it.
“You know what usually I tell you to fuck off, but it’s literally almost $20 for a fucking hotdog so be my guest princess”
“Excuse me kind, sir”, you say, pushing past Mateo and letting everybody order handing the cashier Jacks card.
After the first hour, you guys were all starting to feel just a little warm as even in total had to only had about one and a half beers due to you, sharing it with your best friend.
Yet, over the next three hours the group had probably drank over 27 beers. The six of you nonetheless were all pretty tore up. At the end of the game, all of you started to head outside were tons of people were waiting for their cars.
While standing by a bush her a meow coming from the bushes that sounded strange. So obviously, as a cat lover, you had to go see. Sure enough, there was a cat with its leg stuck in a bush crying out. Yet when you got closer, it started to growl a little bit.
“OK babe, I don’t think that’s a nice cat”, Santos says as you start to reach out to try and quickly grab and help it out
“No, it’s fine. I just have to get the right angle.”
“I think the right angle is literally just leave it the fuck alone”, Mateo slightly slurs.
“Be quiet! I’ve got this” , you accidentally yell, frightening, the cat and loudly meows lunging at you, getting a pretty good dig as it scratched you just once bit you and ran away.
“Oh my fucking God! What the fuck ouch. Holy shit holy shit”, you say looking at your bleeding arm. One direct vertical gash on your wrist thankfully not on the inside.
“Oh, fuck”, Santos says.
At least he got out the fucking bush, you say slightly laughing, trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt. Thankfully, you’re still pretty drunk after having about 6 full IPA’s. They all run over closer to you, crowding in on the sidewalk.
Mateo grads your wrist, and shoos Jivadi to the side.
“We cannot have you passing out, no hard feelings”, Santos says exhaling. The two of them meticulously check your arm, and they suck in air through their teeth.
“He bit you. AND he fucking scratched you great great great”
“Yeah, but it’s fine. I can wrap it up. It really doesn’t hurt.”
“We’re drunk you fucking idiot. It’s kind of fucking hurt and no, it’s too deep and that was a stray cat. I mean the motherfucker could have rabies. You’re gonna need to go to the rounds.”, Mateo says shaking his head.
“Rounds? What fucking rounds?”, frantically shaking your good arm.
“Rounds of rabies shots. You don’t just get one people think that but no, you need like five over like the course of a couple weeks. It’ll be super easy though Jack can just-“
“Why the fucking minute at you think I have rabies”, you say in a panic
“No idiot, but by the time you were to know if you had rabies, you would basically be dead. Better safe than sorry so we’ll get the first two tonight we can go down. I wasn’t planning on going to work for another two days but…”
“No, let’s go to a different hospital”, you suggest shaking your head.
“Are you stupid?”, Almost all of them saying unison looking at you like your the crazy one.
“Nope, no I’m getting the Uber. We’re going to AGH. Abbot will not kill me over this.”
“Ditto”, Santos says raising her hand in the air, still kneeling in front of you, wrapping your terrible towel around the wound to compress it.
“Hey, that’s my terrible towel.”
“I’m compressing the wound, shut up. Why did you even bring it to the baseball game or not at Heinz stadium?”
“It’s my favorite football team”, you say almost sadly. She looks up at you and chuckles.
“Right. Alright come on. We gotta go see if you need stitches..”
Fuck.
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Santos is the only one who goes in with you and you guys go through the employee entrance. Your heart slightly pounding as you anticipate with Jack is gonna say.
“Can we at least not get him. Like if he sees me here, he sees me here but like we don’t have to tell him I’m here.”
Santos looks down at you and raises an eyebrow. You give her the puppy dog guys in hopes that she’ll break. She scans the board to see what’s going on and rolls her eyes.
Before she can say anything, you hear your name being called. You slowly turn around and try to muster up every ability to seem sober.
“Jack”, you say with a guilty voice, crossing your legs trying not to wobble.
“Dr. Abbot, I-“, Santos starts ultimately selling better than me.
“Wait a minute are you drunk?”, he says looking directly at you. Santos unusually mute. Before you can answer he interjects again.
“What the fuck, you’re bleeding”, he grabs your arm and you wince unwrapping the towel. He mutters several cuss words to himself, something along the lines of ‘literally how does she come up with this’
He starts to point to a room and tells Santos thank you and she didn’t need to stay. You sit on the hospital bed slowly, peeking out the curtains because he didn’t immediately follow.
“I’m sure you’re hammered too. But you’ve got a good fucking poker face”, he says to her. She cocks her head to the side and smiles.
“Good night Dr.Abbot”, and sees herself out.
You see him start to walk towards you in the room and you shift yourself and smile. He opens the door and curtain.
“Hi baby”, you said biting your lip nervously. He doesn’t say anything her just grunts and sits next to you in the doctors chair. He examines your arm.
“Holy sh.. baby, how’d your clumsy ass make this happen”, he asked giving you a look of genuine concern.
“Well there was this cat”, he groan’s interrupting you. You cut your eyes at him.
“There was this cat and he was stuck in a bush and I wanted to help him and well”, you wave your injured arm around with a straight face.
“Well, let me see. Can you bend it?” He puts the gloves on and you can’t help but watch his big hands go through the gloves, his veins popping out and the snap of it as he lets go start you a little bit. Doesn’t help that you’re a bit tipsy.
He catches your gaze but stays focused.
“Okay, there we go, does that feel good”, he says with a sultry voice sending shivers down your spine.
You smile, even though you had some stained tears through your mini meltdown in the uber.
“Not funny”, you say as your voice croaked a little but you were giggling.
“There she is”, he said pinching your face.
“It doesn’t look like you’re gonna need stitches so that’s a good thing. The bad thing is I have no choice but to make you get a rabies shot”, you start to protest, but he stops you.
“I know you hate a shot, but you’re gonna have to get over it baby because I don’t want you to start foaming at the mouth one night while we’re in bed, okay?”, he said sweetly brushing your hair.
“Well, is it gonna hurt?”
“Oh baby, it’s not gonna feel good, I’ll tell you that.”
“Here’s what I say the first was always the worst and then you’re gonna have to keep coming for like four weeks to get one every week, but it won’t hurt as bad as it’s gonna hurt toda”
“Fuck”
“Yeah. Fuck.” ,
“You also shouldn’t play doctor to random animals, I know that you look and sound like one, but you’re not a fucking Disney princess”
“Don’t you ever just wanna frolic in the forest with some deer?”
“No, because those Deers may have rabies and then I have to come to the ER every week”
“Don’t act like you’re not excited you’ll get to see me at your job”, you say looking down at him as he dresses your wound. You get a smile out of that.
Carefully he wraps his hands around your arm with surgical precision. He give your hand a kiss when he is done.
“Now I’m gonna go get the shot and I’m just gonna let you know you have two choices I can either go in your thigh or…”
“Or…or what”, you say raising a brow. He points to his butt and wiggles at around trying to make light of the situation.
“My ass! No, I’m not gonna be able to sit. It’s not gonna be comfortable. No, I’ll just take the risk.”
“No you won’t. Baby, It’s fine I’ll massage it out at home”, Jack says almost too casually. It stops you in your tracks. You mull it over, kicking your feet as it dangles on the bed.
“Okay fine. Let’s do this I guess”
“My girl”, he says looking over his shoulder, he closes the curtains. You look at him confused.
He leans over and goes in for a kiss, you kiss back placing your hand through his hair, he places his tongue just over yours and backs away.
Now breathing in your ear, he gives it a kiss and says, “Hey baby?”
“Yeah?”, you say your breaths become shallow.
“I want you to be more careful okay? Don’t come in my ER again injured understand?”, he backs from your ear to sitting on the edge of the bed holding eye contact. You’re speechless, so you just nod sheepishly and can’t help but shyly smile.
“Good”, he said giving you a peck and standing up and starting to walk out.
“Oh and you’re get comfortable, because I taste the beer on you, so you’re gettin’ an IV sweetheart”, he says cockily feeling like he cracked a code that was never even locked. Still you groaned because you hated an IV and the feeling.
“Will you keep me warm”, you ask as he starts to leave.
He turns around and opens the door behind him, smiling when his eyes meet yours.
“Hmmm maybe”, he smirks and shrugs, closing the door behind him winking at me through the glass.
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fin.