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Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

Jack Abbot x Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: None that I can see, meant to be fluffy. It's not explicitly mentioned other than in nicknames but there's an age gap. Reader is in their late 20s and Jack is late 40s.

*inspired by the Cigarettes After Sex song of the same name*

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As the night shift came to a close, Jack was doing handover with Robby. Dana was eavesdropping and asked hey Jack where's Y/N?

You're Jack's best resident and last night kicked your ass. You should've never been working last night and Jack knew that. He knew yesterday was an anniversary that you hold onto but try not to let show. He's very observant when it comes to you. There's no denying he's a little bit in love with you.

It's always on days when you don't want things to go wrong that they do. There was a multi car pile up on the interstate and one of the cars was a bus full of kids coming home from a basketball game. You had spent hours working on a 13 year old kid that ultimately didn't make it.

Jack scanned the ED and couldn't see you, so he muttered shit under his breath and took off to the closest elevator he could find to get to the roof. Robby shook his head and went to check on a patient. Dana put her head in her hands because she knew where you were, you had told her that you were headed up for some air. There's just something about you doctors that crave the sweet relief of the roof.

When Jack made it up that last flight up the stairs to get to the roof from the top floor, he burst through the door. He was panicking when he couldn't see you, but began to calm down once he spotted you. The calm only lasted a minute when he realized you were in his spot. That spot that's way way too close to the ledge. Making as much noise as possible without startling you, Jack walked over to you. You heard Jack approaching.

Jack knew he should say something comforting but all that came out was “hey kid, you're in my spot”. You tried your hardest not to laugh because you've already been crying and if you laugh you'll probably fall over the edge in more ways than one. Jack held his hand out to you and you took it, moving so that you were back on the right side of the railing.

You debated whether or not you should continue holding Jack's hand or not. Jack's not letting go of you though if he has any say in the matter. You decide to say fuck it and let him continue holding your hand. Jack drags you with him further onto the roof and looks you over with concern in his eyes.

“I'm fine, Jack”, you mumble as he's looking you over. He said, “you know I can see through you right. So don't lie to me angel.” You groan over the nickname and just how right he is and say, “it's been a night okay and I wanna go home and cry and sleep.” He said, “for the record, you rocked that shit down there tonight. And okay let's go home then. Our shifts are over. I'll drive.”

You have to pause for a second because is he saying that you're going to go home together?! Jack says, “yes kid you're coming home with me, so I can keep my eye on you.” Fuck you must've said that out loud. Jack shakes his head and says, “stop thinking so loud. Remember I can see through you.” When he does stuff like that it's hard not to fall even more in love with him.

You nod your head and say, “okay Jack. Let's go.” Then because your hands are still connected, you drag Jack across the rooftop towards the stairs. You both walk down the steps and then take the elevator down in silence but still with connected hands. It's grounding for you both.

After making a pitstop in the lounge to grab your bags, you held your hand out to Jack to see if he'd take it since you had to separate them to grab your respective bags. Without hesitation Jack grabs your hand. You walk back out of the lounge and through triage without sparing anyone a second glance. You're both desperate to leave. Once you make it to Jack's truck, you separate your hands again and climb in.

The drive to Jack's house was silent but not an uncomfortable one. Jack's hand took its place on your thigh and he absent mindedly rubbed circles into your thigh with his thumb. It's a little gesture but one that says everything he can't vocalize. You just looked out the window the entire time.

When you get to Jack's house, he gets out of the truck and comes around to your side and opens the door for you. You smile at him and get out of the truck. Jack leads the way inside.

The inside of Jack's house wasn't and was exactly like you'd expected. It's very plain. He doesn't have any photos on the walls but it's still cozy and lived in. There's a black leather couch in the middle of the living room and a coffee table. A TV on a stand and a record player with some vinyls in a box next to it were the only other pieces of furniture in the living room.

Jack comes up behind you and says, “do you want a beer or something to eat?” You shake your head and say, “can I just take a shower?” Jack says, “of course sweetface follow me.”

You follow Jack into his bedroom and are so glad he's in front of you so he can't see the effect that him calling you sweetface created. His bedroom is obviously where he spends the most amount of time. There's blackout curtains, a king sized bed, clothes in the hamper, a dresser, and the police scanner on the bedside table.

Jack walks over to his dresser and pulls out an old army t-shirt of his and a pair of his boxers. He said, “here's some clothes for you after your shower.” Just seeing how sweet he's being about everything has you saying fuck it and walking up to him. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes, you know you're not about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

You place your hands on his face and say, “if you don't want this, you better speak up now.” Jack didn't say a word, just leaned into your embrace and sealed your lips to his. You smiled into the kiss but returned the kiss with a bit more force than Jack's initial kiss. He bit your lip and you separated to chuckle at how you got here.

Jack said, “so angel, I take it you feel something for me.” You deadpan stare at him and say, “how could I not? You're incredibly kind, to me that is. You're always looking out for me and doing little things to show you care. You're a phenomenal doctor, and you're the handsomest man I've ever laid my eyes on, even if you are an old man, so again how could I not.”

He didn't care for the old man quip so he pinches your side, which only causes you to laugh more. Jack says, “you're lucky you're so cute or you'd really be paying for that old man remark.” You repay him by kissing him and pinching his side. He legitimately squeaks when you pinch him, as it was a surprise, and that sends you doubling over in laughter. Jack just stares at you like really.

You stand up and say, “okay I'm done I promise, but yes Jack I care about you.” Jack says, “good because I care about you.” You mumble under your breath, “yeah well I'm kinda in love with you.” Jack smirked because he knows exactly what you said and says, “I love you too.” You steal one more kiss before you start walking towards his en-suite bathroom.

It wouldn't hurt to have company in the shower to just shower. Granted you're little greedy and just want to be in his arms and have your hands in his gray curly locks. So you stop in your tracks and turn around to face Jack.

He looked at you with concern in his eyes and said, “is something wrong?” You shake your head no and say, “do you wanna join me? Purely to shower though, nothing else.” Jack smiles and says, “after you angel”. Your turn back around to head into the bathroom and Jack takes the opportunity to smack your ass. You just laugh and keep walking.

You both quickly undress in the bathroom. Each of your scrubs lying in a pile that you'll have to sort through later. There's one thing you forgot about and that's Jack's prosthetic leg.

Jack notices you staring at the leg and says, “are you sure you want me to join you?” You nod your head yes and say, “feel free to tell me no, but can I take your leg off for you?” Jack, a bit stunned at your question says, “yeah of course. This isn't a deal breaker for you?” You shake your head no and say, “should it be? I love every part of you and I'm happy you're still here. The prosthetic is a part of you, so I love it too.”

He pulls you into his arms and just whispers thank you into your hair over and over again. This is something you'll have to tackle later because Jack is very deserving of love with or without the damn leg and anyone who's ever made him feel otherwise will meet your wrath. You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes and say, “get in the shower hot stuff and I'll take the leg off once you're on your bench.”

Jack says, “for the record, I am still able to stand in the shower with you” and steps into the shower but sits on the bench like you told him to. You say, “don't worry about that, I'll keep you stable” and get in after him and kneel down to take his leg off. Once his leg is off and sitting outside of the shower, you close the shower door and help him stand up.

You turn your back to him for a second to turn the water on and get it to a reasonable temperature. Then you turn back around and face Jack with both of you under the spray. Jack wraps you up in his arms and proceeds to kiss you under the spray. They're not heated kisses, more like kisses to affirm everything you've gone through and to make sure you know that he loves you and that he's there for you. They're soft, which is the exact opposite of what one would assume Jack is like. It's nice that this side of his is only for you.

Jack is the one who pulls back first, even though he started it, and he reaches for his shampoo. He squirts some onto his hand and places the bottle back. You reach for the shampoo bottle that he just put back, but are stopped when his hands find their way into your hair.

His big strong hands are turning you into jello. He uses just the right amount of pressure whilst massaging the shampoo into your hair. You have no choice but to lay your head on his chest and let him continue to give you a scalp massage because if you try to stand up straight you will probably land on your ass. Jack lifts your head up for you when it's time to rinse but not before he can sneak another kiss.

After rinsing your hair out, you grab the shampoo and squirt some on your hands. You rub your hands together and then they find their home in Jack's curls. Jack moans from how good it feels to have your hands in his hair. You make extra sure to massage from the roots up. Time seems to get away from you because you're in a trance-like state just enjoying how he reacts to your hands in his hair.

Jack has to take your hands out of his hair and put them under the water for you. Then he kisses your hands and rinses his hair out. You stare at him with only the softest expression you can give him. You don’t bother to deal with conditioner and go straight for his body wash. He tsks at you and takes the soap bottle out of your hands. Apparently you won’t get to wash yourself, he’s going to do it for you.

It's not a big deal or anything. It's not even meant to be erotic. Jack just suds up his hands and makes sure he gets everywhere. He does take his time when cleaning your arms, legs, and back. It's as if he's giving you a massage whilst soaping you up.

Not going to lie but when his hands are cleaning your back, you let out a small moan because all of the tension in your back dissipates. As if the weight of last night and every night before that is finally off of your shoulders. Jack must realize that too as he places kisses across your shoulder blades.

As you rinse off, Jack just stands there and basks in your beauty. He wants to pinch himself because how could this beautiful angel want him. You open your eyes and see the look on Jack's face, as if he's in pain, so you step closer to him and guide him to his bench. Then you kneel before him so that you're eye to eye. He pulls you into a kiss just to reassure himself that this is real. You smile into the kiss and then stand up to grab the soap, so you can wash him.

Again this is not really meant to be sensual but more therapeutic as you spend extra time on his back like he did yours. You make sure to really take the sight and sounds in. All of the freckles that adorn his body are like little kisses and one day you know you'll count them all. The rest of his body was an easy clean until you get to the stump. Here you take your time because you don't want to be rough and you don't want to miss anything. There will be no infections for your old man if you have any control over it (and you do).

Once you're done soaping him up, you hand Jack his shower head so he can rinse off. You step out of the shower and grab two towels; one for you and the other for Jack. You wrap yourself up in one and then use Jack’s to dry your hair quickly. Jack says, “hey kid, quit using my towel and can I get a hand?” You say, “oh hush sir Abbot it was just a quick thing for my hair and for you I’ve got two hands” and smirk at him.

Jack just shakes his head and reaches for your hand. You don’t take his hand right away, instead choosing to dry off his upper body and then wrapping his towel around his waist. Making sure the towel is secured, you hold onto it with one hand and let Jack take a hold of your other hand, so he can get out of the shower without the possibility of falling. You’re also there to let him lean on you for extra support. Of course that leaves you in prime real estate for a forehead kiss. All of these kisses are sure to help make sure you don’t feel any more sadness today.

Once Jack is out of the shower and no longer at risk of falling, you let go of the towel, but still keep your hand that’s in his where it is. You then use your now free hand to grab his prosthetic, so that it’s in the bedroom with you guys and there for Jack after he wakes up later. Jack leads you both back into his bedroom. You set his prosthetic down on the floor beside what is clearly the side of the bed that he prefers (the left…the closest one to the door).

Jack lets go of your hand, so he can hobble over to his dresser and get himself some clothes. You go ahead and put the boxers and tee on that he left out for you, but not before taking a moment to inhale the scent of Jack on the tee. It’s cedar and bourbon but also just something uniquely Jack. Jack had turned around to look at you and couldn’t stop himself from smiling at seeing you in his boxers and shirt. It fills his chest with warmth and makes him a bit possessive; you should always have his clothes on.

After getting yourself dressed, you climb up onto his bed and bury yourself under the covers on the right side of the bed but make sure they’re folded down enough that Jack can get in beside you. Jack hobbles over to the bed and sits down on the left side of the bed. He’s just in a pair of his boxers, nothing else. You notice that he isn’t turning his police scanner on, so you feel a little extra special because you’ve heard from Robby that the only way Jack sleeps is with that thing on.

Jack finally lays down next to you. He opens his arms and motions his head at you to lay your head on his chest. You’re not going to refuse that silent request, and lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around him, so that you’re extra comfy, but also so that you can be a sort of grounding for him. Jack kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you.

He says, “goodnight sweetface.” You teasingly say, “good morning.” He laughs and mumbles, “I love you.” You say, “sleep well J, I love you.” Then the weight of the day wastes away and you’re lulled asleep listening to Jack’s breaths and feeling those breaths against your face and his chest rising. The last thing you hear before conking out is Jack mumbling something you’re probably not meant to hear: “nothing’s gonna hurt you baby. As long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine. Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby. Nothing’s gonna take you from my side”.

#to be read!!#jack abbot #the pitt #ficrec

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