hola!! i have a request (if you donโt like it ignore it)
so Jack and resident reader have been in a friends with benefits situation, both trying to ignore that theyโre in love with one another thinking the other has no feelings. so theyโve been trying to ignore each otherโs feelings and after reader overhears the whole scene with Samira and Jack she thinks that heโs in the same situation with Sam as her and starts to ignore him and blah blah he admits his feelings and they live happily ever after!!!
i hope you make sense of this lol smooch smooch smooch
Jack Abbot was soft and sin all wrapped into one thing, dangerous.
Beneath his handsome exterior was wit and charm that immediately had you hooked from the first day you met him in the pitt.
It was a mutual infatuation. He couldnโt take his eyes off of you if you both were in the same room. You were like a star that he couldnโt help but orbit.
You started having feelings for him, ones that teetered on the edge of love. But you couldnโt tell him that but that doesnโt mean you wouldnโt take what you could get. Even if it meant you could only have him in the quiet of his bed, or yours.
Youโre running late. Not yet late to your shift but late on getting ready to go. You hold your towel up, toothbrush in your mouth as you dig through your overnight bag for your scrubs.
Youโre bent over as you look and then a hand plants itself on your waist.
โDonโt stress yourself out sweetheart, theyโll be okay if youโre a few minutes late.โ
A mumble comes out that Jack canโt make out.
He squeezes your hip โwhatโs that?โ
You stand up and turn to face him, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth.
โI said, easy for you to say. Youโre an attending and everyone happens to love you.โ
He laughs a little at your statement.
โWell they love you too. I lo- They all love you too.โ
Your heart skips a beat at how he seemed to almost say the phrase but doesnโt.
Itโs always almost a slip of the tongue and then itโs nothing.
Itโs always nothing.
His hand caresses your face, bringing you back in the moment.
โWhen can I see you again?โ He whispers closely.
A mental sigh goes on in your head.
You wish it wasnโt this way.
Where you only time you see him outside of work is under his sheets but never anything more.
Youโd tell him you love him if you werenโt so worried heโd turn you down and break your heart in the process.
You loved Jack Abbot.
But he didnโt seem to love you back.
So this is what it had to be.
What it would always be until it stopped.
You lean into his hand.
โIโm free Friday night. That okay?โ
A smile appears on his face.
โPerfect. Meet me here at 7. And letโs do dinner first, if thatโs okay?โ
Your eyes widen a little.
Dinner?
For what?
You werenโt sure but this was more than being only his in bed. It wasโฆ progress maybe?
Your shift is busy and youโre pulled back and forth amongst patients. All you can think about is a hot bath and the leftovers you have waiting for you when you leave the building.
โDay dreaming much?โ
The voice pulls you from your thoughts at the supply cart.
โOh uh, yeah. Just ready to go. It's been a day.โ
Dana chuckles at your answer.
โSo no daydreaming of a certain night attending?โ
Your eyes widen and your face gets warm fast.
โW-Why would you say that? Cause I definitely donโt.โ
She smiles in amusement at you.
โAll Iโm gonna sayโ she walks a bit closer to you โis that heโs just as gone for you as you are for him.โ
You head then fast to face her.
โYouโre serious? No, no thereโs no way.โ
She shrugs still with a smile.
โItโs just what I overheard from the man himself.โ
Dana pats your shoulder before walking away.
You watch her walk away then turn back to the supply cart.
Did he really say that to someone about you?
โ-
You continue the shift and continue stocking some carts. One is by an area of rooms thatโs typically unoccupied unless thereโs an overflow of patients.
Checking one you open the drawers to see what it needs when a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.
โOkay, our little secret.โ
Samira?
Wonder who sheโs talking to.
Then another voice joins in, one that makes your body freeze.
โYeah, no one can know.โ
Jack.
Your heart races at his words.
Wait, they're in there together?
You peek in the small opening of the curtain and see Jack shirtless with Samira standing in front of him, arms crossed with a bright smile on her face.
You feel sick.
Secret?
No one can know?
Isโฆis he sleeping with her too?
You guys werenโt anything official but you had assumed you guys were exclusive as a friends with benefits type thing.
You were only seeing Jack but you had never considered he was seeing another person.
Of course it would be Samira.
You couldnโt blame him.
She was amazing.
He shouldโve told you though. That shouldโve been brought up from the beginning.
And to think that Fridayโs dinner may have been the start of something official. Something...real.
You donโt notice you had started crying until a tear rolls down your neck.
You quickly wipe it away and walk off, cart completely forgotten now.
You continue to avoid Jack the next few days. Little to no tests or responses. Rainchecking your regular hookup schedule with him. Dodging him when he came looking for you in the pitt. Only talking if it was in a professional matter.
Maybe you shouldโve confronted him for real answers instead of ignoring him but you were too hurt by the Samira and โour secretโ conversation to care.
Dana tried not so subtly to get you to open up but you politely deflected any conversation about Jack.ย
โ-
Today was Friday and you had the day off. You had planned to use the time to pamper yourself and get all dolled up for your dinner with Jack but that was no longer the case.
Currently you were laying on the couch in a way too big tshirt and your underwear, a pint of ice cream in hand.
You glance at your phone.
7:15pm.
You were supposed to have met at Jackโs apartment at 7.
He had texted five minutes after, probably caught off by you being late. You didnโt answer, not wanting to hash everything out over the phone. Not wanting to do anything but drown your sorrows in a container of cookies โn cream ice cream.
Just as your show starts a new episode, thereโs a knock at the door.ย
You pause the tv and stand to make your way over. It doesnโt take a genius to guess who it is. You crack the door slightly and see Jack standing there.
Heโs dressed in a nice black button up and black pants.
God heโs so handsome.
Then youโre brought out of your trance by his speaking
โSweetheart, is everything okay? Can I please come in?โ
You stand there silently for a beat before opening the door wider to let him slip in.
He looks at your attire and the ice cream in your hand.
โDid you forget we had dinner honey?โ he asked gently.
You huff and roll your eyes.ย
โOh no, I remembered. But I figured maybe youโd prefer Samira to show up instead. Would be a better time and make for a good secret.โ
Jack looks at you confused.
โWhat are you talking about? What does Mohan have anything to do with this? Better yet, why have you been ignoring me all week?โ
Your face twists in disbelief, the anger starting to rise.
โYou know exactly what I'm talking about. You and Samira in that empty room. You shirtless with her in the room. The little โour secretโ thing. Why would I continue to entertain you when youโre fucking Samira too? Iโm not a second choice. You don't get to use me when I'm convenient for you. You donโt get to use me when I fucking love you. You're such an-โ
โWait sweethe-โ
โDonโt you โsweetheartโ me Jack Abbotโ you cut him off.
You turn away from him with your hands clenching your hair.
โI cant believe I thought you liked me, more than just a fuck buddy. Iโm so fucking stu-โ
Hands land on your shoulders and turn you around.
โHey!โ Jack says loud enough to get your attention.
Your faces are a breath away from each other.
His face looks worried, distraught even.
โPlease baby, let me explain. What you saw and heard is not what you thought. I swear on my life. Pleaseโฆโ
A tear falls down your cheek and he wipes it away as he now cradles your face in his large hands.
You wordlessly nod to him.
โShit, okay. Thank you.โ he lets out a breath
โThat day I had volunteered to be a medic on the local SWAT team. A bullet had grazed me and I had my shirt off to try and clean the wound on the back of my shoulder.โ
You don't break eye contact as he speaks
โMohan had walked in looking for a patient that had apparently been in the same room but left. She was explaining his treatment, practically ignoring me and my injury. She only noticed because I struggled to clean it. I told her that I didn't want a chart and for the injury to be kept off the books. She said okay and that it would be our secret.โ
Your heart races at the new information.
โMy injury was the secret. Not any relationship of any kind with her. I can call her if you don't bel-โ
You instantly wrap him in a hug.
โNo, no it's okay J. I-I can't believe I thought thatโIm so sorry.โ
Jack feels your chest shake as you start to cry.
โSweetheart, it's okay. Please dont cry.โ he coos in your ear.
You sniff against his chest and then look at him.
โIs your shoulder okay?โ
โYeah sweetheartโ he chuckles โIt's on the mend.โ
He pulls your face closer to his.
โNow what was what you said about loving me?โ he smirks.
Warmth spreads across your face in shock as you remember what you said.
โOh my god, I'm sorry. Please ignore me. I completely understand if you don't feel the same.โ
โOh honey,โ his lips barely touch yours โTrust me, I definitely fucking love you too.โ
Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, claiming you differently now.
You moan into his mouth as you slowly make out.
Jack pulls back a bit.
โOh my godโ you slap your forehead โI ruined dinner. Shit.โ
โYou didn't ruin dinner. You didn't ruin anything. I only planned dinner to tell you I love you and want you to be my girlfriend. I wanted you to see I was serious. We can still order in if you want?โ he says rubbing your arms.
โYes.โ you breathe out.
โTo ordering in?โ
โTo being your girlfriend.โ
He smiles impossibly wide.
โThank god for that.โ
โBut yes to dinner too Jโ you giggle.
He pulls you into another hug.
โI can work with that, my beautiful girlfriend.โ
Can be either platonic or romantic, but reader will be an established "regular" for chronic illness flare ups because us CI people need rep!
I'm here to pitch this idea because... I've recently started the Pitt and I'm saurrrr obsessed like ugh everyone's so fine and witty and just ugh ๐คค
And you know me.. I just have to make an insert/oc for every piece of media that I like so... how do we feel about this? Are we feeling any thoughts coming on? Maybe some hcs? Just lmk.. ๐๐
