I absolutely love ur Rafael barba fics ! I’ve binged every one-shots and series in the past 2 days !!!! I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing more since I’m absolutely hooked.
Maybe a series where reader is a SVU detective and has a long secret love affair with barba and he doesn’t want to go public but she does - they argue and she ends up leaving for a year (undercover or whatever u think) then appears back but with a CHILD !!!! And everyone’s shocked that the baby is literally rafaels twin and maybe they co parent first and then a slow burn back to lovers ?
Just a thought that’s I’ve had all day and I’m dying for someone to bring it to life and I feel like your the perfect person
I’m talking fluff - angst - heavy smutttttt !!!
Thank you so much! I’m currently on a Barba hiatus but fear not, now that idea is in my mind, I’m sure it’ll take root! If you’re in need of some more Barba to quell the thirst, I suggest binging the following authors here:
Could you do Horacio Carrillo x wife fem reader? He doesn't smile much but since they met, it's been better. Frustrated, she manually makes him smile with her fingers pushed up against his face while he stares blanks at her. Kisses, sweet, sunshine. No smile, no kisses *cough*. With grumpy x sunshine prompts, from the grump. Do whatever you want to. Thanks!!! :)))
❛ you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you?
❛ how are you so happy all the time? ❜
hi hun, I'm so sorry it's been such a long while since you sent me this ask, and I've not ignored it, I've just been trying to find a way to fulfill the request. However, I'm unable to, as I really can't find a way to write for this 😔❤️
Feel free to have a look in my terms & conditions and the other lists in my pinned post if you'd like to request something else for Horacio ❤️
I have a fic idea for Robby if you’d like one. Him and reader are in some sort of relationship, probably a complicated one, and Abbot calls reader after the goodbye between him and Robby in episode 9. Basically telling reader how worried he is about Robby and this “trip,” hoping reader can help. Reader shows up at Robby’s place after his shift to talk to him before he leaves. Angsty convo of reader trying to get Robby to open up, and maybe Robby breaks down into readers arms and ends in some fluff?
No pressure obvi, and this is my first request so sorry if it’s not good.
No you're good. Trust me, it's a really god ask, just sadly a bit too detailed for me to do anything with 😔❤️ I have a little list in a pinned post on my account, where it breaks down my rules ❤️ Feel free to check it out and come back to request again later ❤️
I did however, write something similar, which is called "I love you, I'm sorry" where she tells Jack, and Jack calls Robby back in. I hope you'd like to read that 😅❤️
Warnings: Talks of childhood trauma. Mentions of alcoholic father, dead mother. This one is gonna be more angsty than part 1! MDNI!!!!!! 18+++
You didn't realize you'd been pacing since Dana had dropped the bomb on you. Your father was coming here, to your place of work, where you'd been building your new life, the life that had him in the back. With people who trusted you, liked you, adored you. Where you'd finally found the meaning of happiness. And he was gonna stomp on that and ruin it like your mother's rose garden.
"Remember to breathe, kid. He just wants to be closer to you so that you don't have to travel as much." Dana said, placing a hand on your shoulder to stop your pacing.
Sweet, caring Dana, who always wanted to help those in need. You wished more than ever that you'd told her the truth about your dad, so that hopefully she wouldn't try and justify why the man who'd kicked you down until there was no way of getting up your entire childhood. Who never wanted a daughter. Your brother's were his pride and joy, and look where that got him, none of them wanted anything to do with him.
But you didn't want to unpack that now, so you simply nodded and tried to go back to work, maybe if you were neck deep in patients, he wouldn't know you were here? Surely he wouldn't ask for you, because that would mean he'd have to admit you were his daughter.
You shouldn't have put your entire adult life on hold after your mom died, you should've left, like your brothers and never looked back. It was one of your biggest regrets, even if staying in Pennsylvania, and doing your residency at PTMC had lead you to Jack, the love of your life. The man who was currently b-lining over to you.
"Dylan? Hey, look at me, what's going on?" You didn't dare say anything, even if you wanted nothing more than to burry your face in his chest and tune out the world. Even if it meant getting more hell from Gloria and HR.
"Her dad is being brought over." Dana noted, and you could see Jack tense in front of you.
"Come with me, Dylan." He says softly, grabbing your elbow and leading you to the elevator that would take you up to the roof.
Once away from the chaos of the ER, Jack turned to you again, and you finally broke. Sobbing as you let gravity pull you to the floor. Jack let you, watching you with sadness in his eyes and anger in his chest. At the world, at the EMS, and most importantly, at your father, who'd reduced you to this.
He'd never met the man, since you had no intention of introducing Jack to your family, least of all your old man. And Jack knew he'd have a few choice words to give your dad if they ever met.
"I can't face him. He's gonna come in here and act like the best dad in the world, and then when no one is looking he's gonna say and do lord knows what to break me further. I can't do this anymore!" You say between hickups.
Although you were happy that Jack was here in the moment with you, you wished more than anything that Josie would be here too. She'd been the one closest to you through it all, having known about everything that you'd not been able to tell Jack yet.
But she was on night shift for a few weeks, so you'd have to wait until hopefully your dad was removed from the ER before you could hunt her down and tell her.
"Hey brother, yeah, I'm up on the roof with Dylan getting some air. Has Josie come in yet? Great, yeah, could you send--oh, she's on her way? Perfect actually. I'll explain later." Jack softly spoke to Robby on the phone, almost like he'd read your mind.
The door to the roof slammed open a minute later, and Josie's normally sweet voice rang out. "Who hurt you? And who am I hurting?!" She came over and knelt next to you. "What happened, hun?" She asked, rubbing your back.
"Her dad is being brought in, instead of being taken to Presby." Jack said while signing.
It had been important when you started dating Jack, to teach him asl, seeing as you and Josie were high school best friends, and she often relied on asl, it was better to just teach him instead of always having to interpret. And Jack had been taking to learning it fast, he was getting better each day.
"Fuck, really?! Why here?!" She asked, anger tinting her voice.
"My guess, he wants to paint a picture of her here, where he knows she's adored." Jack theorized. He couldn't be that far off from the truth.
"I don't want to see him." You said weakly, feeling Jack's hand on your cheek, you looked up.
"And you don't have to. I'll make sure of that, my love. It hurts me to see you hurting like this, but trust me, I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
You nod a little, pulling him in for a desperate hug. Because you knew, Jack meant every word.
I didn't realise how hard I'd fallen until I saw you with him
"Maybe I took you for granted?"
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x reader
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warning: Mentions of you and Robby having broken up. Him seeing you in the halls with one of the hospital's asl interpreters, and you seem cozy.
Robby hated feeling like this. He wasn't the long term dating kind. Not since Heather or Janey. But each time he saw you, especially smiling, he felt like he'd made the biggest mistake of his life letting you go.
Case in point now. He stood at the nurses station, trying to do some charting when he heard you laugh. It was one of those infectious laughs that could make anyone smile or even laugh along.
Only it wasn't him that made you laugh, or even your best friend Dylan. It was Jacob, the asl interpreter. He wasn't your interpreter per se. But he was down here helping another one of the residents, and just so happened to have a few moments left over for you before he had to head up.
Robby watched the two of you signing back and forth. Conversation between the two of you seemed so effortlessly. He was still learning but still felt like a child when trying to communicate. Jacob had been an interpreter for 16 years, and thanks to his upbringing, had know the language his entire life. Of course it would come easy to him.
Trying not to let it get to him too much, Robby shook his head and turned his head back to the screen. "Got your head stuck on Josie again?" Dana asked, coming up next to him.
"I'm not. I'm just trying to chart. Do you need anything?" He didn't look away from the screen.
"I need you to go apologize to that girl and win her back! You know her residency is coming to a close, and from what I've heard she didn't apply to continue here."
It felt like a heavy stone dropping in his stomach at that. He had no idea you'd been looking to get out of here. "Oh?" He mustered to get out, trying not to sound like it's getting to him.
Another laugh as no doubt Jacob said something else funny. Robby looked up just in time to see the interpreter lean in to kiss you softly. A blush coloring your cheeks quickly as you signed a goodbye to him.
"They're a cute pair, but they're no you and her." Dana noted, jabbing at his bicep with her pen.
"There was nothing there, Dana. Also stay out of my business." Robby groaned, making Dana roll her eyes. No one else might know the history between yourself and your attending. But Dana, Jack and Dylan knew. Because of course they did.
It had been better that way, less dramatic, but seeing you so openly smile, laugh, love, he was realizing that you didn't need less dramatic, simple, you love wholeheartedly, heart on your sleeve.
He "blamed" your upbringing on that. Your family wasn't the most loving bunch. Like him, you'd found comfort in grandparents where you couldn't find it in your parents. Your siblings, another product on your parents lack of understanding and care, were more like strangers living in the same house as you.
You didn't need to be hidden away, because your hearing loss had been hidden by your family for most of your life.
In a perfect world, he would do whatever it took to keep you. He would fight for you, fight your family, fight the system, fight whoever stood in the way of your happiness.
But the world was far from perfect, and he could never bring himself to break your heart by getting between you and the guy who seemed to be making you so impossibly happy.
He would have to let you go, even if it broke his heart. "I didn't realise how hard I'd fallen until I saw you with him." He whispered to himself after checking that there were no one nearby to hear his confession. He didn't need the gossip mill to hear it and drag you through it so soon to your freedom.
“use your tongue” from the smut prompt list with Jesse Van Horn our resident Emo silver fox nurse 😜🩷
Paticular Set of Skills
Jesse Van Horn x Reader
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Warning: Spicy!! MDNI!!!!!
Jesse had no idea you knew how to do this. For all he'd known since meeting you, you were innocent. Sure you had a tendency to let out a curse or two. But in the bedroom, you'd been known to be quite vanilla. you never asked to try anything, and Jesse, being a gentleman, didn't want to pressure you.
So when you'd shyly asked to go down on him, as a thank you for looking after you after you burnt your hand, Jesse didn't know what to expect. He definitely didn't expect you to get down on your knees and yank his scrubs bottoms and boxers down with you.
"Babe? Are you sure?!" He almost sounded worried, making your heart soar.
Leaning in to kiss his thigh, you nodded your head, smiling up at him. "I'm sure. I want this, Jesse, want you."
At your words, his cock made a little jump as it hardened more. And your usually confident slowly returned.
With little warning you pressed a kiss to his cock, smirking to yourself when he hissed. You lifted your eyes a little, locking them with his as you licked from base to tip and them back down. Sending him into a frenzy of curses and moans. Jesse's hands clenching and unclenching, looking for somewhere to grip.
"Breathe for me, Jesse." You whisper, blowing on the head, making him curse more.
"Easy--for--you--fuuuck--to say, babe." he said through gritted teeth as you took him slowly in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you took as much as you could in, the rest being covered by your hand. "Holy shit, babe!!!" He curses at that.
You slowly begin to suck him, making sure to move your hand in time with your head moving. Moving with such a precession that he almost thinks you've done it before, not that he'll ever ask that.
Leaning on this thigh with you free hand, you can feel him tensing, and it makes you groan around him, knowing for a fact that he is struggling where he stands.
"Fuuuuuck!" He's definitely close. You feel the tell tale signs that he's reaching his climax, and you'll tease him later with how quick that was. “use your tongue, please, babe, I want to feel it." He begs.
With his plea, you pull almost completely off him and start licking his tip like it's a lollipop, Jesse's head falling back as a loud moan slips out.
"Fuuuuck, just like that, babe." He groans, "I'm so close. Need to cum--"
"Cum in my mouth." You tell him without even thinking a second on it.
He looks at you so quickly at that, gasping at the idea. "Gemma--Fuck! Are you sure?" Jesse seems almost nervous, but there's a fire in his eyes that burns through it.
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure, babe." You rub him slowly as you look up at him, not wanting him to loose momentum. "I'm gonna take you back in my mouth, and I don't want you to pull away until you're done, got it?"
He only nods, groaning as you take him back in, humming at the familiarity that's forming. Jesse's hands clenching again, and you groan, grabbing one of his hands, putting it at the back of your head, going back to sucking him.
Seeming to get the hint, his fingers curl into your hair as he reaches his peak, letting out a choked groan and a shout of your name as he cums down your throat.
You're groan in return at the taste and the slight pain of his hand pulling your hair.
Finishing up, Jesse pulls you off him, then helps you stand. "You're fucking amazing, babe, fuck--come here!" He exclaims, pulling you in for a heated kiss, tasting himself in you. "I'm gonna return the favor tenfolds, babe."
You were sat in chairs next to your upstairs, elderly neighbor, Esther. The old woman had fallen out of her bed early in the morning, and worried she'd broken something, called for you, knowing your nursing experience. Thankfully for her, you'd just gotten home from working an overnight at the nursing home and heard the thud. Being well aquainted with the thud sound from work, you'd grabbed the spare key and bolted upstair.
"Esther Green? Esther Green!" The ward clerk called out from behind the glass.
"That's us, Mrs. Green." You told the old woman, helping her stand, making sure you had everything you brought with them.
"You her granddaughter?" The woman asked as you brought Esther up with you.
"She is, please, can she come through with me?" Esther asked, sounding more wounded than she had earlier as she lied about your connection.
"Sure, hun, here, take this badge." The woman said, handing you a visitors patch to hand on your shirt. Just as a curly haired nurse came out with a wheelchair.
"Right this way, ladies." He told you both, and you helped him situate Esther in the chair.
Not even five steps into the ER and eyes were on you. You didn't know that many of John's colleagues, but from the looks of it, they knew you.
"Lena, where's Shen?" The woman you recognized as Parker asked, looking over at the nurse next to her.
"Central 5. Dr. Shen can you please make your way to the nurses station? you have a visitor."
That was the last thing you wanted. John would assume something had happened to you, when you were completely fine, albeit a little tired.
As soon as John appeared, as you predicted, he sprinted over to you, coffee still in hand. "Baby, you okay?" He looked worried, giving you a once over.
"I'm fine, it's Mrs. Green, she had a ground level fall, breathing okay, but bruising on her hip from the fall, she just wanted to make sure everything was okay, said this was new, the falling that is."
Mrs. Green looked from you, to John, then back at you, a hopeful smile on her face.
"I'm clocking out and headed home, but you're in very capable hands with Dr. Mohan." John noted, motioning to Dr. Mohan. Both you and John noticing the slight sadness in Mrs. Green's eyes.
She absolutely adores when he comes over to visit you. Complimenting him on how kind he is, and helpful.
"Want me to grab you two some food before I head home to crash?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.
"Could you, head over to mine? I forgot to lock the door when I heard her fall. And Gemma couldn't stop by this morning to refill Hamlet's bowls, I got the bowls up on the counter and that's about it." You listed up, blushing slightly at how the others watched you.
But John simply smiled and nodded, "It shall be done. Your dramatic emo prince shall not go hungry any longer." He joked, causing a smile from you in return at the little inside joke.
"We'll be back soon enough, dear." Mrs. Green noted. Patting your hand which rested over her other hand.
John kissed you one more time and then … SMACK
his hand making better contact than intended to your ass, making you yelp before letting out a surprised laugh at his mortified expression.
"Ahh, to be young and in love again. My Martin and I were a lot like you two." Mrs. Green noted, smiling. Samira and a few other passersby looked horrified at what they had just witnessed. Which only caused you to laugh more, call it overly tired mind finally catching up to you.
"I'll see you at home, babe." You said through fits of laughter.
"See you later, baby." He said back, blushing even more.
This is the stand alone book two I my social media/insta post series on Wattpad following after “Prima Donna in Scrubs” but can also be read as a standalone 🥰
Warning: mentions of Robby’s chat with Dennis. Mentions of a fight between Robby and reader. Lovers to exes. Possibilities of what Robby might do on his sabbatical. MDNI!!
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The last moment you spent with Robby floated through your mind as you clocked out. It had been a brutal reality check where Robby realized you worried for him still, and you realizing nothing would change his mind about the trip. The version of him that you knew…that you loved hadn’t been known for stepping down once he’d set his mind on something. It was what you’d loved…now hated about him.
“Dr. Roberts? Do you have a minute?” Dennis asked, slowly walking over. Like he’d been studying you to see if he could approach.
“Sure, Dennis, what’s up.” You handed Lena the chart you’d just finished and turned to the younger doctor.
He took a deep breath, having a hard time looking at you when he first spoke again. “Dr. Robby asked me to house sit, while he’s gone. Something about Dr. Abbot not…being a good fit in his neighborhood…”
A small huff eerily similar to a laugh escaped your throat. Dylan had told you about her and Jack doing nude yoga when they have the mornings off together.
“Then he said “if I don’t come back”…”
Your blood ran cold at that. Not that you’d mind Dennis house sitting. You and Robby hadn’t been close after you broke up with him. But suicidal? There hadn’t been clear signs like that when you worked together, had there?
Unable to focus, a ringing in your ear starting up again, you stepped away for a bit, then ran off entirely, trying to track down Jack, or Dylan, or Caleb, heck even Dylan the social worker would do.
You completely missed the way Dennis was calling out after you, hell bent on finding a way to stop Robby from going.
It's outside trauma room 7 is where you found Jack and Shen, pondering over some treatment for a man who’d gotten severely burnt on his sides from the fireworks.
You could see Shen’s lips moving, but the ringing in your ears hadn’t stopped yet. Not until Jack touched your shoulder did you seem to snap out of it.
“Robby he’s…he’s…”
“He just left 10 minutes ago, Jo…” Jack signed, expression softening for you.
“He’s going to kill himself, Jack, on this trip! It’s a suicide trip, and all I could do earlier was yell at him.” Your resolve broke as Jack and Shen’s face crumbled. “I was such a bitch to him, and now I’ll have to live with that to the rest of my life. Maybe I’m the reason he’s doing it?”
It was John who caught you, holding you in his arms as you sobbed. You could barely make out Jack pacing the floor with his phone pressed to his ear.
"Straight to voicemail, can I borrow your phone, Josie?" Jack signed, looking at you.
"As if he wants to talk to me." Tears still rolled down your cheeks, but instead of clinging to Jack, you leaned on him, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
"Jo, I'm sure he knows you didn't mean any of it, you were just looking out for him." Shen said, looking at you as he spoke.
You tried, really tried, to believe his words, but he hadn't heard what you'd told Michael, hadn't heard you tell him to loose your number if he was so dead set on taking the sabbatical on the donor bike.
Still, what could be lost by trying? You fished your phone out of your scrubs, unlocking it before you hand it to Jack. He in turn found Robby's number in your contacts, not wasting time to call his friend.
You couldn't hear what was going on, but two seconds after Jack had pressed the phone to his ear, his shoulders dropped in relief. "Where are you, brother?" He asked, letting you know that Robby had answered. "She's right here, crying her heart out because she heard you were gonna kill yourself. What were you thinking?!"
There were some back and forth, Jack trying his best to stay calm, but you could see his resolve breaking with each passing minute. "I don't care what you do! But you do not break the heart of the woman you never got over just cause you can't go see a therapist!" Jack exclaimed, causing both you and Shen to look at him.
He'd never gotten over you? You found that hard to believe. Mr. Seven Week Itch had made it clear he wasn't in a place for a relationship after all, and that hand been okay for you, until it wasn't. But you'd never gotten a chance to tell him, that is, without sounding desperate.
If it was one thing your family had taught you, it was being independent and not clingy, so you'd given him all the space you thought he needed, now, maybe that hadn't worked after all.
"Whatever you do tomorrow is not up to me, but if you don't come back and have a grownup conversation with Josie, I will track you down and kill you myself, brother." Jack barked, like he was barking orders at one of his soldiers.
With a huff, Jack hung up the phone and handed it back to you. "He's turning around, just wait in the breakroom until he's here." Jack signed, and you felt fresh tears coming back, pulling him in for a tight hug.
You deserve better than that... than to be treated like that.
Not Your Father's Daughter
Jack Abbot x Reader
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Warnings: Talks of childhood trauma. Mentions of alcoholic father, dead mother. This one is gonna be building up to something ANGSTY! MDNI!!!!!! 18+++
Jack had barely seen you in the three weeks you'd been staying with your dad. Your old man having a health scare that called for you coming to his aid.
It wasn't that you wanted to, but you felt responsible to look after him when you were the only one of your siblings who stayed in Pittsburgh. You'd joked before that it was the "Eldest Daughter Syndrome", feeling like you had to step up.
But Jack worried. Of course he did. He knew about your father's temper, how he'd ruled the house like his own personal kingdom when you'd been growing up. Which had been a reason you joined the army, to get out of the house.
Your siblings had left as soon as they could too, but only you had returned, for your mother's illness, for her death, for your father's drinking. You had been through it all with him when none of the other's wanted to. It had felt like you'd been an only child. The pictures, the memories of a traumatic childhood had gone an hour after the wake for your mother. Your father refusing to look at it, refusing to ask for help, because in his mind, there was nothing wrong.
After your mother had passed, it took everything in you not to scream at your dad, to blame him for it all. Because it wasn't his fault, and you knew that. She'd gotten sick, and never got better.
So you'd left the army, and you had moved home to your childhood home to make sure your father didn't drink himself to death. The second you'd moved back in, you wished you hadn't. Your father blaming you for every small mishap. However, thankfully, he didn't raise his hand to you anymore. Something you hoped had to do with him knowing you'd probably hit back.
And now, the once great, big police chief of Wilkinsburg, had slowly over the year gotten worse. On one hand, you didn't want the only parent you have left die, but on the other, you wished you could just leave, and for once, never look back. To be as "selfish" as your siblings had been.
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It had been a bit of a roller coaster to say the least. Your dad was doing better, and you'd been able to go back to work for a bit, with a promise by one of the neighbors to check in on him. You were desperate for some normalcy.
In a way, although you'd gone from caring for one alcoholic back home to caring for the whole of Pittsburghs best and worst, it wasn't so different. But within the first two days of being back, Dana found you crying in the staff bathrooms.
"Kid? You doing okay?" She asks, kneeling next to you. "Is it your dad? Did he pass?" Of course she knew about why you'd taken time off. Dana knew everything, she just knew how to sniff it all out.
Shaking your head, you looked up. She was right in a way, it was about your dad. He'd texted and called you a lot since you drove back to your apartment. Wilkinsburg was only 14 minutes away, so it wasn't like you'd left the state. But he kept demanding you'd come back, playing on the side of you that wanted, no, needed to help out anyone in need, especially family. It was what had made you stay after your mother's funeral, what made you leave the army for good and get into a residency program in Pittsburgh instead of finishing your medical degree in the army. A decision you'd regretted later on.
"He keeps trying to contact me, and I want to turn my phone off, but what if something happens? I told Mr. O'Brian next door to call me if anything happened, and each time there's a call, I dread what it might be about. But it's just dad, trying to get me to drop everything to come back to him and wait on him, hand and foot." You told her, trying to wipe away your tears. "I worry that I came back here too soon, because him constantly trying to reach me is going to put someone else's life in danger."
Dana let out a sigh, pulling you in for a hug. "How about I hang onto your phone for the rest of your shift, if Mr. O'Brian calls, I'll let you know."
You look back up at her, nodding slightly. Dana was one of the few people here who knew about your dad, really knew. Apart from her it was Robby, who had found you in a similar position like this once after an older, drunk man grabbed your wrist and demanded you’d get him a real doctor. And of course, Jack, your lifeline in all of this. Jack, who’d held you many nights when you woke up from a nightmare after a particularly hard day.
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After handing off your phone to Dana, things started going more smoothly, and before you knew it, nightshift was pouring in, ready to take over.
You almost felt relief when you spotted Jack walking in, his face lighting up when he saw you, just as Dana handed your phone back to you. “Mr. O’Brian said they’re taking your dad to the hospital.”
“Okay, I’ll drive back after handover. Did he say which one they’re taking him too?” She almost looked pained to say it, but you knew, as soon as she put a had on your shoulder, no words uttered. “He’s coming to the Pitt?”
Warnings: Passing ships, John being clingy cause he missed you.
It had been a few weeks since you'd been able to spend some time with John, that wasn't five minutes hellos and goodbyes at the door when one came home and one was leaving.
But such was the life of couples in the healthcare sector. Especially when he was in the ER, and you worked in a nursing home. That being said, you did call when you could, although that was far from enough in either your opinions.
So when you walked in at 8pm to him sat on the couch in sweats and a t-shirt, you were a little confused and a lot worried.
"Baby, what are you doing home? Are you sick?" You instinctively move over to him, the back of your hand going to his forehead, checking his temperature.
"Got someone to cover for me. I miss you, babe." He takes your hand in his, kissing the knuckle then pulling you in for a kiss.
At the prospect of getting to have him next to you for the rest of the day made you smile wide, kissing him again.
"Let me just take a quick shower and change into something more comfy, then I'll join you." You excitedly exclaimed, getting up from the couch.
Except, you were instantly pulled back down by John who'd wrapped his arms around you to keep you in place when you hadn't been paying attention.
"Stay, babe. I've not seen you in weeks, and I don't want to let you out of my sight until you have to go back to work tomorrow." He murmured into the crook of your neck as he held you close.
You pretended to struggle for a little bit before sighing and leaning into his embrace. “Five minutes. But then I really gotta change. I want my pjs.” You stated, turning your head to kiss him softly. “You are so lucky I love you, John.”
He smiled happily at the victory. “It’s so nice that we finally have time off together, babe.” He hums into the crook of your neck followed my a kiss to the tender spot.
Now that, you could agree on. It felt like years. Since you last could do this. He was either working the same days at you, or on of you were off but the other was on.
You blamed it on being a nursing home nurse, had you gone into emergency medicine you could’ve worked with him. An idea popped into your head though as the two of you sat there.
“How does next month look for you, John?” You asked, turning to look at him. “I have some vacation days and overtime to take out. And I was thinking—“
He was too excited to let you even finish the sentence. Wasn’t like he didn’t know you. “I will turn some stuff around. Get someone to cover for me! Let’s go on vacation, babe!!”
A wide smile spread on your face as he spoke. Excited for the trips you could plan. The sites you could visit. All while having your man next to you the whole time.
This would be a much needed recalibration for the two of you for sure.
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Would you ever consider writing a deaf/hard of hearing reader with any of the Pitt characters you write for? 😊 if not, do you know any Pitt writers who do write it? 😊💖
I do write a deaf/hard of hearing character for Noah’s character Harry from Leverage. He fell in love with her and ended up learning sign language after she was thrown from the back of a horse, causing her hearing loss. That’s been very fun to explore.
I don’t really write the way you think I do, it’s hard to explain unless you’ve read my writing. Usually I have a reader character in mind when I’m crafting these fics and they have their own unique situations which helps guide the storylines. Eg Robby’s partner has ADHD and is worried what that will look like for their son, Jesse’s has been the recipient of two heart transplants, Jack’s is a psychiatrist whose sister killed herself.
I don’t tend to stray from those reader characters to write specific reader requests like plus size reader, reader who’s a grad student or that kind of thing.
I do know that @adarafaelbarba writes for a deaf/hard of hearing character with her Robby stories I think so it might be a good idea to check in with her if that’s what you’re after.
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