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welcome to esotericcherub !

kacey, 19, queer, she/her, virgo, lover of fictional men and women old enough to be my parents <3 amy march and frank langdon apologist.

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favourite characters in media: trinity santos, amy march, aimee gibbs, penelope garcia, bree van de kamp, charlotte york, sophie baek, maggie greene, susan lewis.

favourite shows: the pitt, er, the walking dead, criminal minds, svu, bridgerton, desperate housewives.

most recent works: close proximity- (jack abbot). 01/06/26

baby steps- (jack abbot). 11/05/26

crossroads- (jack abbot). 07/05/26

little love (michael “robby” robinavitch). 05/05/26

bite the bicep (jack abbot). 02/05/26

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[esotericcherub]

CLOSE PROXIMITY

a year by year timeline on how reader and jack met and got into a relationship in their med school/ residency days.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: fluff!! kissing, smoking, drinking, depictions of being pregnant and childbirth, established relationship, mentions of sex, probably inaccurate medical information, reader is 23 and jack is 25 at the start of the story

a/n: been thinking of this au for a while, can you tell i’ve been binging er? this is very long but i got carried away so enjoy!!!!

present day

“Nah I can’t work on this solely in the ER,” Jack admitted, huffing in defeat as he snapped off his gloves and threw them on the floor.

“So…What are we going to do?” Javadi questioned, looking down at the patient on the bed who was in a critical condition, but was stable for the moment.

Robby and Jack glance at eachother, Robby pressed his lips together and shrugged while Jack nodded. “Page your wife.” Robby said.

“Wife?” Dennis questioned, Jack had never gone out of the way to mention you at all. “I didn’t know you had a wife?” Javadi chimed in, very confused.

“Dude… Open your ears. He talks about the other Dr. Abbot all the time.” Trinity snickered. Dennis and Victoria looked at eachother as the realisation creeped in.

“I thought that was just a coincidence,” Dennis said. “Nope. She is infact my beautiful wife,” Jack smiled proudly, Robby chuckled similarly to how he did back in the day when Jack bitched about you to him.

“Y/N just changed her name to Dr. Abbot a couple months ago, despite being married to Jack for years.” Robby clarified, Javadi and Dennis both nodding like it made sense.

“Dr. Abbot is currently spending a few weeks up in surgery, that’s why you haven’t been properly introduced to her yet.” Jack said.

“Why is she only in surgery for a couple weeks?” Javadi asked. “They’re short a surgeon. She has had a lot of experience in surgery, Y/N realised she didn’t like it pretty early on, but she’s a damn good surgeon.” Jack practically beamed.

At that moment, you burst through the doors. Slightly out of breath from taking the stairs rather than waiting on the elevator, and the fact Jack rarely pages you.

“You paged?” You smiled, assessing the situation infront of you.

2000

Of course your first official day completing your last two years of med school fell on one of the hottest days in July. The heatwave had officially commenced and you were already grumpy thinking about sweating in a hospital for twelve hours straight, the only relief you’ll get is in the ambulance bay.

“Move!” You shouted to people on the street as you bounded down the streets of Pittsburgh to ensure you weren’t late on your first day.

Your shift begun at Eight AM and it was only ten minutes to eight and you were already stood infront of the emergency room doors. You took a deep breath and straightened out the clothes you were wearing.

You of course hadn’t been given a pair of scrubs or a white coat yet, so you wore what you thought was appropriate for a hospital and the temperature. You were dressed in a V-neck white tshirt and light breathable light blue trousers, and a pair of pink sneakers.

You walked into the hospital, immediately heading to the admit desk where they just told you to take a seat and that someone would be there to get you.

“Hey! You’re the new med student?” A friendly looking women, who you estimated to be in her 30s said to you. “Yes I am!” You smiled, telling her your name and shaking her hand.

“I’m Dr. Isobel Andrews, I’m an attending. You will report to me or any other attending on shift for any big mass casualties, for anything else you will report to your resident.” She smiled, gesturing for you to follow her.

“Speaking of your resident, here he is.” Isobel said, gesturing to a tall lanky brunette with a baby face. “Robinavitch!”

“Just Robby, please.” Robby said. “Whatever, this is your new med student!” Isobel said, introducing you both to eachother. “Another one?” Robby groaned, you were took aback and slightly offended. “Deal with it.” Isobel shrugged and walked away.

“I’m sorry that was rude, it’s not personal,” Robby started, gesturing you to walk with him. “I have an MS4, he’s a lot of work let’s just say that and always late.”

“I’m right on time, Mikey!” Another voice cut in, you looked to your side and seen a curly auburn haired boy, who looked entirely too jolly to be there. “It’s just Robby or Dr. Robinavitch to you.” Robby grumbled.

You widened your eyes ever so slightly when you seen him. You were positive you were gawking at him. Something about Jack Abbot captured your attention (and your heart) immediately.

You shook yourself out of that little trance and plastered a smile on your lips.

“I’m assuming you’re the other med student.” You chuckled. “This is Jack Abbot, who is a total pain in my ass.” Robby rolled his eyes, shoving a chart in Jacks direction.

“He loves me really.” Jack laughed, shaking your hand as you introduced yourself.

“Get to work, Abbot.” Robby said, shooing Jack away. “Go find someone to suture or some shit.” Robby said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, sir!” Jack saluted and sauntered away.

“He seems….” You started but couldn’t find the words. “Yeah. Abbot got dumped on me when I was an intern, today is literally the first day not being an intern and i’m still stuck with him.” Robby chuckled.

“Hey!” You hear Jack exclaim as he approaches you. You were almost finished your first shift, you were just stood at the nurses station catching up on some charting. “Hi!” You smiled.

“No one gave you your coat yet?” Jack asked, assessing your outfit. The only thing that gave away that you worked here was your badge. “Everyone’s been busy, so it’s understandable.” You shrugged.

“Come on, Let’s go find it.” Jack said, you got up and put your chart back on the rack. “How do you know where to find it?” You questioned, trailing behind him. “I’ve been here for a year, just about explored every part of this hospital.” Jack said, walking into a little storage room.

Jack begun digging through boxes, trying to find your coat. “Here you go.” Jack said, tossing a white coat at you. “Our coats are shorter since we’re med students, it looks stupid but you get used to it.”

“Thank you, Abbot.” You smiled, pulling on the white coat. “Please, Just call me Jack.” Jack said.

“You’ll find the scrubs over here,” Jack said, pointing to a shelf stacked with green scrubs. “Just incase you get anything spilled on you or your clothes get ruined. That’ll happen a lot here so don’t wear any of your nice clothes.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” You nodded, taking a pair of green scrubs in your size and holding them up. “Green?”

“I know they’re hideous but you’ll get used to them.” Jack sympathised. Suddenly, his pager started going off.

“911. I’ll see you around.” Jack said, placing a hand on your shoulder and running out the room.

That’s it. Jack Abbot had officially charmed you.

2001

“You are such a pain in my ass. Do you know that, Abbot?” You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oh, now I know you’re really pissed off when you call me Abbot,” Jack winced. “Please forgive me.”

You had been trying to study for your boards since you started your last year of med school which was a couple of months ago. It was hard to get sucked into your studying when you had Jack constantly annoying you.

Jack was officially Dr. Abbot now and loved to rub it in. He demanded that you refer to him as Dr. Abbot and he bossed you about when you worked a patient with him.

You and Jack had become bestfriends over the past year and a bit, something that was destined to happen when he was kind enough to show you where you could find everything.

You were both practically inseparable after that, any free time that you had you and Jack would study after.

After any emotionally draining shifts, you and Jack would go for a drink or get junk food together. Eating or drinking your sorrows away, it worked like a charm everytime. Those types of shifts always hit you the hardest and everytime, without fail, Jack would be by your side in anyway you needed him. Sometimes, you needed him to hold you and stroke your head and other times you just needed him in your company in any way.

In those moments where you were opening up and allowing yourself to be vulnerable infront of Jack, Jack also begun opening up to you too.

Jack told you about how he lost his leg back when he was still serving in the army, and how he was only eighteen when he lost his leg and had to get a prosthetic fitted.

You sympathised with him and ensured Jack always felt safe enough to trust you with things like that. Jack even showed you his prosthetic, something that he admitted took him a lot of courage to do and how you were one of the only ones (besides Robby) to see it.

After that interaction, it seemed like there was a breakthrough in your friendship. You knew that you could trust Jack with anything.

Everyone that you worked with called you both the “Barbie and Ken of the ER.” A nickname that you gladly accepted and took in stride. You and Jack always came into work together when you were both working the same time, usually you would both come into bickering and everyone would playfully roll their eyes.

“Why are you so pissy anyways?” Jack asked, taking a seat next to you and plucking your pen out of your hands. You glared at him and pushed your work away from you.

“I told you, I’m trying to study for these stupid boards that will determine if I become a doctor or not! What if I don’t have what it takes!” You said, panicking.

“I’ve seen you in action this past year, you definitely have what it takes to be a doctor, your work is phenomenal. Hell, If I can pass and graduate so can you.” Jack smiled, placing a hand over yours.

“Thanks, Jacky.” You smiled. That was new nickname that you had coined for Jack, he tried to pretend that he hated it but he secretly loved it.

“Now, tell me the real reason.” Jack said, arching a brow. You sighed, crossing your arms before speaking “I need to find a new place to stay.”

“What happened? Are you okay?” Jack said, his tone conveying worry. “I’m fine. You know I’ve always had problems with my apartment, but this time it’s really bad I can’t take living there anymore. There’s black mould growing, my boiler is constantly broken, and my neighbours have sex so loud that it keeps me up at night.” You rambled.

“I don’t know what to do, It’s not exactly like I can afford anywhere better. Not on student loans.” You groaned, lying your head on table and lightly hitting your head off it.

Jack slides his hand over your forehead, so you weren’t hitting the hard wooden table. “Come live with me.” Jack shrugged.

“What?” You questioned, whipping your head up to look Jack in the eyes. “Be your roommate?” You asked, incredulously.

“What’s wrong with that?” Jack asked, feeling slighty offended. “Nothing! It’s just a big ask, and I wouldn’t want to be a burden.” You shook your head.

“You could never be a burden to me, after all we’re bestfriends so it’s not like you’re a stranger. And besides, I’m not really asking you I’m telling you.” Jack chuckled.

You stared at Jack for a beat, taking in everything that he was saying. “Thank you so much.” You whispered, throwing your arms around his neck. “Anytime.” He smiled, pulling you in tighter. The scent of your hair invaded his nostrils, your scent had always been intoxicating to him.

“I have the room, anyway.” Jack shrugged.

“I know. I have been in your apartment before, Jack.” You giggled, lightly shoving him.

You were grateful that the day that you were set to move in with Jack, he was also not working. Making the move in process less stressful.

Jack drove over to your house and helped you pack the last of your things into boxes. At this point, it was only some clothes and other small things that needed to be packed away so it didn’t take long at all.

You were so glad that Jack could drive, because you did not have the money to hire big moving vans. You were also lucky that Jack drove a truck, so it was big enough for majority of your furniture.

You and Jack figured out which things of yours would be better in his apartment. For example, you both came to the conclusion that your couch was better. Your couch was an olive green three seater that you thrifted where Jacks was a black leather couch with the leather peeling off.

Jack had made a couple dozen trips back and forth between the two apartments but with the last of your stuff packed securely in the trunk you could finally relax.

“God, Am I glad to see the back of that place.” You sighed, relaxing into the leather seats of Jacks truck.

“So am I.” Jack snorted. Jack had been to your apartment a couple times after work and everytime there was always something going on. Everytime, Jack ended up having to fix something when he was over.

Jack pulled up to his apartment building and lifted the last box out of the trunk with you trailing behind him.

“I can’t believe this is my new home.” You smiled as you flopped down onto your couch. “You better get used to it!” Jack quipped, flopping down beside you. You closed your eyes, smiling that you were finally stress free.

You opened your eyes feeling really groggy. The living room was in complete darkness, the TV and lamps weren’t even on.

That is when you realised you fell asleep, you were utterly exhausted.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped firmly around your waist. You glanced down and saw Jack lying with the side of his face pressed up against your rib cage.

You smiled and started combing your hand through Jacks soft curls, not wanting to wake him just yet. You were trapped so you couldn’t even get up to turn any lights on.

Jack started stirring under your touch, you knew that he was awake now. He groaned and stretched out, untangling himself from you.

“We fell asleep?” Jack asked, stretching his arms above his head which revealed a sliver of dark hair leading down the way.

You snapped your eyes back up to his and swallowed. “Yeah.” You smiled.

“I need to unpack.” You whined, throwing yourself back on the couch.

“Leave that until the morning.” Jack said softly. “I think we both need to go to bed.” Jack added.

“Agreed.” You sighed. “Let me carry you to your bed.” Jack chuckled. “Jack, No.” You deadpanned. “Come on, you weigh like nothing.” Jack rolled his eyes, you smiled stupidly at that little comment.

“Okay.” You said and outstretched your arms. Jack hooked one arm under your legs and other under your arms. You instinctively held onto the back of his neck as he hiked up so it was more comfortable for him.

Jack kicked open the door to your room and placed you in your bed. He pulled the covers over you as you started to drift into sleep yet again, he placed a light kiss on your forehead and left the room.

2002

“Hey! Dinners in the microwave.” Jack shouted through to you the minute he heard the front door. Today was your last day as a med student, tomorrow you would graduate and officially become a doctor.

You walked into the living room, where Jack was sitting on the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table watching TV.

You shrugged off your jacket and flung your bag onto the floor, throwing yourself down onto the couch next to Jack. “What’s up?” Jack asked, as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“I officially finished my neonatal rotation.” You sighed. “Who knew little premature babies could take so much out of you?”

“You don’t realise until you actually work in that department how much little humans depend on you, more than others in the hospital.” Jack sympathised, thinking back to when he did the neonatal rotation and how emotionally taxing it was.

“I think I might miss it, as much as I was stressed out.” You said sadly. “Do you want to work in that department?” Jack asked.

“I thought about it. But I like the ER a lot better.” You nodded.

“You’ll be a doctor by this time tomorrow.” Jack said. “Crazy that I actually survived eight years of this, and all the hard work is paying off tomorrow.” You smiled.

You lined up on the stage, waiting for your name to be called so that you could collect your certificate. You looked out into the crowd and smiled when you saw familiar faces.

Jack, Robby, Isobel, Dr. Adamson, and a very pregnant Jayla (a first year resident like Jack who you had became friends with rather quickly) were all sat together waiting for you to walk across the stage.

Your name got called and you swore that you could hear their cheers above everyone else’s.

You accepted your certificate and walked off the stage in their direction. Jack immediately outstretched his arms that you ran into without hesitation. “You did it, sunshine.” He whispered into your ear.

“Thank you for coming guys.” You smiled gratefully. “We wouldn’t have missed this for the world!” Jayla exclaimed, rounding around to embrace you too.

“I knew you had it in you, there was never a doubt in my mind. You’ll make a phenomenal doctor.” Robby smiled, pulling you into his side and rubbing his hand in your hair messing it up.

“Robby.” You chided, smoothing down your hair. “Leave the girl alone,” Dr. Adamson said. “Congratulations.”

“We’re taking you out! Everyone will try make it as soon as theyre off!” Isobel exclaimed. Isobel had proved to be a great role model and mentor to you over the past two years and even as a friend.

2003

“What is up with you? You’re storming around this house and slamming cabinets?” Jack asked only standing in boxers and with his shirt hanging open, as he looked in the mirror and buttoned up his shirt.

You and Jack had lived together for two years at this point so him walking around the house in only his boxers was normal, you had a bit more dignity than that but he had seen you in your underwear too.

Living with Jack for this amount of time meant that you couldn’t imagine living on your own again, you were scared for the day that you would move out (if that ever came).

There was traces of you all over the apartment, making the home seem more like yours than his. Jack didn’t mind this at all, and actually was grateful that you gave the apartment some personality.

All of your expensive shower products were mixed in with Jacks, your many bottles really stood out against Jacks shampoo and body wash. Where you had various vanilla, coconut, and fruity body washes and hair products it contrasted against Jacks woody, tobacco scents.

Jacks mug cabinet that had previously only been grey mugs and his only colourful mug (which was his favourite one) had become mixed with your patterned and silly mugs. You loved a souvenir shop and you couldn’t resist going into one and buying a mug for tea or coffee.

At the front door, your many types of shoes were thrown lazily onto the shoe rack. You had your work shoes, various types of heels, sneakers, and “dressy shoes”. Jacks shoes were next to yours, in a neat way. Jack only owned work shoes, a pair of running shoes, sneakers for everyday wear, and what you called “funeral” shoes.

The apartment always smelled like pink lemonade and linen from the air freshener you always sprayed first thing in the morning and the diffusers placed around the house.

All of this, made people at work think you were both dating in secret because of how much you had took over and how Jack was happily allowing it. You and Jack still arrived to work together, bickering like you did when you were med students.

Recently, Jack had started bringing around a girl to the house usually at night time. You would hear them having sex through the walls at night which made you extremely grumpy and caused you to miss out on sleep.

That is why you were stomping around the house and slamming cabinets.

That, and the fact your crush on Jack had grown a lot in the past three years. Sure, Jack had hooked up with other girls in the past that you knew about and didn’t care but this girl was different.

She had been coming around more frequently and that you walked out your room this morning to find her sitting at your kitchen table eating your cereal.

“I’m just heavy handed.” You lied, looking around for your watch that you had took off the night before and didn’t know where you put it.

You and Jack were currently getting ready for a night out with some of your friends from work. The venue was a club which wasn’t the place you and your co workers frequented but you all wanted to switch it up.

“That’s not the reason, but okay.” Jack sighed, fiddling with the buttons. “Shut up.” You grumbled, Jack threw you a dirty look.

“So,” You started, staring at Jack as you started tightening your watch around your wrist. “You and Lucy are getting serious then?”

“I wouldn’t say serious, she’s fun to be around.” Jack shrugged as he pulled on his trousers. “What so is this just a casual hookup or the beginning of a relationship?” You bit. God, you couldn’t even contain your jealously anymore, you sounded pathetic.

There was many occasions when you had some free time at the hospital you and Robby would get coffees and all you would do is bitch about Jack and his new rendezvous. Robby, as usual pinched the bridge of his nose when he heard that familiar whine in your voice when you spoke about Jack. But, Robby always offered his own words of wisdom which were usually “Just fuck and get it over with, I’m sick of hearing you whining.”

You also would go around to Jaylas house when she was on maternity leave and do the same thing, but that time use less profanity because you were holding her baby boy!

“Why? Are you jealous.” Jack smirked, he could spot that familiar glint you got in your eye when you were jealous easily. “No!” You exclaimed, turning away from Jack so that he couldn’t see your burning red cheeks.

“Alright, whatever you say.” Jack commented, laughing at your expense. “You’re so annoying.” You said, throwing a cushion at him.

“Cmon, we’ll be late.” Jack smirked, walking in strides ahead of you to the front door.

You walked out to the cab that was waiting out front for the both you with Jack teasing you all the way down to the lobby.

The cab ride to the club was fairly short, you tipped the driver and showed the bouncer your IDs before heading inside. “You’re late!” Robby commented, sliding you over a drink and Jack a beer.

“Someone was being bitchy.” Jack said, you hit him on the arm in retaliation. “Trouble in paradise?” Jayla said, leaning into your ear to whisper. “There is no paradise.” You said, pressing your lips together to surpress a giggle.

The night went by rather quickly, everyone was getting loaded up with alcohol and you were starting to feel that familiar buzz.

As usual, you and Jack got too close for comfort. Anytime you danced, he was right behind you gripping your hips and moving in sync with your body.

Or, when you weren’t dancing you were practically sat on Jacks knee at the booth even though there was more than enough room for you to sit on your own.

Of course, you got the usual quirked brow and knowing glances from your friends but you were too drunk to notice.

“Yeah, see you soon. Okay, bye.” Jack said, snapping his phone shut. “Who was that?” Robby asked, tipping his chin towards Jacks phone, you turned your head to face Jack also curious why he was on the phone in the club.

“Lucy. She’s coming out with us.” Jack smiled. At the mention of Lucys name, you stilled feeling you blood start to boil. The lazy smile on your face dropped and you looked over to Jayla who was already looking at you back with worry, she then turned to face Jack with a murderous glare.

You slid off Jacks knee and stood up abruptly, too fast because Jack had to put his hand around your hips to steady you as you were swaying. You swatted his hands off of you, he looked genuinely hurt.

“You okay?” Isobel asked, voice laced with concern. “I’m going for a smoke.” You announced, storming out of the club.

Once you were outside, you dug around in your bag for your cigarettes and lighter, fumbling to get the lighter to light around the cigarette. Finally, you held the cigarette up to your lips and inhaled before blowing out a steady stream of smoke. Directly into Jacks face.

“What are you doing out here?” You sighed, taking another drag. “I’m coming to check on you.” Jack said. “Why?” You asked. “Because you’ve been weird all night.” Jack said, he was becoming increasingly more frustrated.

Before you could reply, you took yet another drag of the cigarette but it rushed to your brain and you stumbled back a little, feeling dizzy. “Woah,” Jack said, placing a hand on your arm.

“Nic rush.” You slurred, squeezing your eyes shut. “Sit down.” Jack ordered. “Get off me.” You snapped, moving away from his touch.

“Okay. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jack snapped, folding his arms. “Me?” You exclaimed manically. Jack stared back at you in confusion.

“You. Bringing that Lucy here? Does she need to be around all the fucking time?” You shouted, you seen some people stare at you like you were crazy but you didn’t care.

“Why are you being like this?” Jack asked, his voice rising. Suddenly, you begun to cry which was something you never wanted to happen. “Fuck.” You said, wiping away at your tears furiously.

Jack visibly softened, and stepped closer to you pulling your hands away from your face and holding them in his. “Y/N, sunshine, what’s the matter? Talk to me.” Jack murmered. The familiar nickname made your heart rate spike.

Jack moved you away from the stares of various bystanders, so that you had more privacy. “It hurts to much to see you with her.” You confessed, looking down at the floor.

Silence.

You couldn’t take the silence anymore so you turned away from Jack, walking a few steps ahead back inside.

Jack grabbed your arm and spun you around and planted a firm kiss onto your lips. You were surprised at first, but you immediately started to kiss him back more ferociously, letting your hands wander up into his hair while Jacks hands were cupping your cheeks.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Jack groaned, you grinned like at idiot at his confession.

“Enlighten me.” You grinned, planting a sneaky kiss on his lips.

“Your first day. That big dopey smile of yours captured my heart immediately, and don’t even get me started on those pink sneakers. I knew from that moment you were a calm, breath of fresh air from the dark chaos.” Jack rambled.

“Cheesy.” You joked, rubbing your hand up and down his arm.

“And, the moment I knew I loved you was when you were rambling about your awful living situation. That’s when I realised all I’ve ever wanted to do was protect you and keep you safe from all the scary shit.” Jack smiled.

“You love me?” You said, your voice catching at his words. “Duh, Idiot.” Jack joked, rolling his eyes at you. “I love you too. Even though you annoy me everyday, I couldn’t imagine a life without you.” You grinned, going up on your tiptoes to kiss Jack again.

“Let’s get out of here.” Jack said suggestively.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” Jayla asked as she stepped into the bathroom.

“Yeah.” You said weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

You were currently in the bathroom of the hospital, throwing your guts up into the toilet. You had been as sick as a dog for the past week or two, with Jack by your side trying to help you.

“Are you okay?” Jayla said, waiting outside the cubicle you were in.

“Just a bit sick.” You said, stepping out the cubicle to the sink.

“It’s been what two weeks and you’re still sick, you don’t suspect anything else?” Jayla questioned, cocking her brow at you.

“No why would I?” You said, furrowing your brows. “The winters here are harsh and this surgical elective I for some reason decided to take, are kicking my ass.”

“This whole situation you’re in,” Jayla paused, pointing a finger and waving at you. “Is very familiar to me.”

It dawned on you what Jayla meant and your shoulders slumped a little. “I’m not pregnant.” You scoffed. “I can smell that you’re pregnant from a mile away.” Jayla laughed.

“Shut up.” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Buy a test later.” Jayla said. “It’s New Year’s eve, no where will be open later.” You said, making up excuses.

“Hello? You are in a hospital.” Jayla laughed. “Shush, I’ll do it in my own time.” You grumbled, the reality that pregnancy could very much be a possibility dawning on you.

Ever since that confession at the night club, you and Jack could not stay away from eachother. And since you were in a sex haze constantly, sometimes Jack forgot a condom.

“Anyways, we need you out here. GSW rolling in, five minutes away,” Jayla said. “Let’s go, momma.”

“Gross.” You faked gagged.

2004

“You are being incredibly weird right now.” Jack commented, looking over at you sitting at the furthest part of couch.

“The smell is making me feel nauseous.” You said, glancing down at Jacks bowl of spaghetti. “You love spaghetti.” Jack said, feeling utterly confused.

You had an aversion to most things as of late, and the smell of cooking and most food made you feel sick.

You tested earlier in the week and Jayla was right, you were infant pregnant. You had tested everyday since then and the two pink lines still showed.

You hadn’t told Jack yet, because you didn’t know how to.

You turned your attention back to the TV but you weren’t really paying attention to it as a million thoughts rushed through your head at once.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me anything.” Jack said, his voice softened as he scooted closer to you.

You let out a sigh before speaking. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence was loud and Jack had went as white as a sheet, there was no emotion on his face which was making you increasingly more worried.

“Should I get a BP reading on you right now?” You joked, trying to take the heaviness out of the air.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked. “I’ve tested everyday.” You replied.

“We’re going to have a baby.” Jack said, still trying to process the information. You nodded.

“I mean, it’s up to you it’s your body,” Jack jumped in. “I want to keep it.” You said with the most sureness you’ve felt this whole time.

“We’re going to have a baby.” Jack repeated but this time with the biggest grin on his face. “We are.” You smiled softly.

Jack pulled you into his arms and hugged you, gripping onto you.

“I can’t believe it.” You said, you hand instinctively travelling down to your stomach. There wasn’t even a bump there yet.

“Don’t get me wrong it’ll be hard having a baby this early into our residency, but we’ll make it work.” Jack nodded. “Of course, we always do.” You agreed.

“A little Abbot offspring.” Jack laughed. “Ew.” You said, scrunching up your face.

“Of course it was just our luck to get pregnant the first time we have sex.” You giggled, adding the dates in your head. “How do you know it’s from the first time?” Jack questioned.

“It adds up. I should be about five weeks right now.” You said. “Which means she’ll be born in August.” Jack nodded.

“She?” You smiled amused. “Just a hunch.” Jack smiled.

You were now 16 weeks along and not told anyone at the hospital yet except from Jayla, who clocked you immediately.

You were currently stood at the admit desk looking over your charts from the day and writing down any notes, at the same time you were also eating a chocolate bar.

“That’s like your third bar in the space of a half hour,” Robby commented, looking over his glasses at you. “Fourth, actually,” You corrected. “And i’m hungry!”

“What are you, pregnant?” Robby joked. You froze at his joke and started chewing more slowly, looking at Robby with wide eyes before snapping out of it and laughing.

“No!” You scoffed, rather unconvincingly. “Oh my god, you are!” Robby exclaimed, following around after you as you tried to escape from him.

“Are not!” You lied. “Are too!” Robby exclaimed, stepping infront of you to look at your face.

“Keep your mouth shut.” You warned, wagging a finger in his face. “Congratulations!” Robby whispered, embracing you in a quick hug.

“Thanks, Robby.” You said, unable to contain the smile on your face. “I can’t believe Jack never told me.” Robby said.

“To be fair, I told him I’d cut his balls off if he told anyone.” You shrugged, Robby widened his eyes. “Cold.” He said.

You and Jack were in a baby shop in the town shopping for essentials for the baby, you were halfway through the second trimester and starting to panic that you didn’t have anything.

“Shopping for things would be so much easier if we knew the gender.” Jack huffed. You didn’t want to find out yet as you were quite old fashioned that way, admittedly it did make shopping that little bit harder as it was difficult to find cute gender neutral clothes.

“There is few surprises left in life, let this be one of them, Jack.” You snorted, browsing through the wracks of newborn clothes.

“What colour are we going to do for their nursery wall since we can’t do blue or pink yet, yellow?” Jack asked. “I hate yellow,” You said. “Sage green is a good medium.”

Jack nodded thoughtfully liking your idea and envisioning the baby’s room in his head clearly.

“I’ve got a list of everything we need baby essentials wise that isn’t clothes.” You said, shoving your list into his hands. “This is…a lot of things to buy right now.” Jack said, looking at what seemed like the never ending list.

“I need to be prepared.” You exclaimed. “Okay, Okay.” Jack said, holding his hands up in defense.

You and Jack walked around the store, making note on any furniture that piqued your interest.

“Why don’t we choose a boy and girl outfit for our baby’s coming home outfit?” You suggested, Jack nodded along.

You looked through the racks and found the perfect outfits.

You and Jack picked out a matching navy blue trousers and button up sweater seat with beige booties for a boy. And, a light pink pointelle romper with floral booties for a girl.

“They will be the coolest Abbot around.” Jack smiled, paying for the outfits.

It was the hottest day of the full year, the heatwave of July officially reaching its peak. This summer so far had been the hottest summer recorded since the nineties.

You were extremely pregnant, sweaty, grumpy, and utterly exhausted. You couldn’t seem to muster a smile on your face the entire day as there was sweat in every crevice of your body and the baby was constantly squirming and kicking you.

This baby had already proved to be a troublemaker and was sure to give you and Jack a run for your money when they got older.

Unfortunately, you were working in the hospital today. One of your last few shifts before officially going on maternity leave next week.

You were working on a stabbing victim in one of the trauma rooms alongside Isobel and Robby. Jack had just finished his shift when your shift started, he started taking more night shifts lately which you hated when you needed him at night.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach which had you wincing out loud. “You okay?” Isobel asked, glancing over at you with worry. You nodded wordlessly, turning all your attention over to the patient.

You were terrified that you were going into labour now, silently praying that these were just Braxton Hicks.

However, another contraction hit and you grit your teeth. They started coming more frequently which was increasing your worry.

“Your contractions are seven minutes apart.” Isobel whispered so that no one else could hear, you snapped your head up. “We’ve you this.” Isobel smiled kindly, you nodded and stepped out.

You walked over to the nurses station where Jayla was sitting and plopped yourself next to her. You pretended to catch up on some charting to distract yourself, after all people are in labour for hours even days!

“You’re grunting.” Jayla commented, assessing you. “I’m kind of in labour, I think?” You tried to joke. “Oh my fucking god? We need to get you into a room!” Jayla panicked, waking around to your side to help you up off the chair.

“I just need to use the bathroom right now.” You said trying to prolong changing into a hospital gown and having this baby for as long as possible.

You walked into the toilet cubicle but before you could close the door, Jayla followed you and stood at the door.

Right as you were about to make some comment like you didn’t need her help your water broke. You and Jayla stared wide eyed at eachother.

“That’s it, we’re getting you into a room.” Jayla said, placing a hand on your back and taking you into one of the rooms.

Jayla ushered Isobel and by extension Robby into the room. “Let me just check to see how dialated you are.” Isobel smiled as you she checked you.

Isobel smile dropped slightly as she glanced at Robby and Jayla and snapped off her gloves. “Someone page Abbot a 911.” Isobel said calmly, Robby nodded paging Jack and also pulling out his cellphone to phone Jack aswell.

“What’s wrong?” You panicked, your heart monitor beeping more as your heart rate sky rocketed. “This baby is on its way, like now.” Isobel said.

“Oh god.” You cried throwing your head back against the bed.

“I’m not giving birth in the ER!” You exclaimed, horrified that all your coworkers would hear your screams soon and crowd outside the door.

“It’s looking like you are.” Jayla said sympathetically as she also checked you.

“Robby, please page my OB!” You shouted as your barked orders at Robby. “I’ve paged her and Jack a million times no one is responding.” Robby said biting his lip.

“Fuck.” You cried as another contraction hit, making you feel the urge to push. “Don’t push yet!” Jayla exclaimed as you wriggled around on the bed uncomfortably.

“Abbot. Get your fucking ass down here.” Robby barked down the phone to Jacks voicemail. “Try our machine.” You grumbled.

Robby shouted down you and Jacks machine and finally Jack picked up, groggy from sleep but that sleepiness was out of his voice as soon as he heard the situation.

Robby slid his hand in yours, opting to be your birth partner until Jack got there. “Thank you.” You said, gritting your teeth as Isobel ordered you to push. “This is officially the start of my Uncle Robby duties.” Robby shrugged, you chuckled grateful for the distraction.

You were worried that Jack wouldn’t get here in time but you couldn’t hold in this baby anymore.

“I’m here sweetheart!” Jack exclaimed, bursting through the doors and rounding to your side as he held onto your other hand. “Thank fuck!” You screamed as you pushed.

You squeezed both Jack and Robby’s hands tightly, sure that you were bound to break a bone but none of them commented on it.

“The baby’s not due until August.” You cried. “I know, baby. They’re just eager to see their parents.” Jack reassured you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

After what seemed like forever of pushing and screaming, a baby’s scream ripped through the room.

“It’s a girl!” Isobel announced.

“You were right.” You said to Jack, feeling a heavy weight lifted off your shoulders that she was okay.

“She’s got a good set of lungs on her for being a 35 weeker.” Jayla smiled as Jack cut the cord.

Robby wrapped the baby in a blanket and placed her on your chest with Jack towering over the two of you.

“You did it.” He smiled.

Harlow Grace Abbot was born on July 16th 2004, exactly 4 years since your first day at the hospital and your first day meeting Jack.

present day

“I bet you were shocked to find out I have kids too.” Jack smirked as Javadi and Dennis trailed behind him and you.

“You are so mysterious,” Javadi said in awe. “Oh don’t, you’ll inflate his already massive ego.” You joked.

You were officially Javadis new favourite doctor in the ER and she had only known you five minutes.

“Jack and I have two daughters. Harlow who was born in 2004 and Isla who was born in 2007.” You smiled, thinking back to those days when the girls were only little.

“Harlow is actually a second year med student, she will hopefully be joining us next year.” Jack said proudly.

“Another nepo baby.” Javadi joked. “You won’t be alone in that anymore.” You said softly.

“Don’t have babies early into your residency,” Jack said as a warning. “At least wait until you’re an attending.” You commented.

“No kids for me just yet.” Javadi laughed. “So how did you guys get together?” Dennis asked.

You gave the two a quick summery of how you and Jack started dating.

“You could meet your future partner in this hospital like I did.” You smiled, looking affectionately over at Jack who was speaking to Robby.

You caught Javadis eye wander over to Matteo, you gave her a knowing look.

*****

jack abbot is such a girl dad and i will always stand by that.

[esotericcherub]

i haven’t posted any work in like two weeks who am i??? the ER hyper fixation is getting out of hand guys!!

anyways i’m currently writing a jack abbot x reader med school/residency au 😋😋 i hope you all eat it up and enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing it x

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The Casting Couch - Michael “Robby” Robinavitch (P*rnstar AU)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yousigned-upforthis @oklahomapeach @nowandajenn @beebeechaos

AN: So much research was undertaken for this fic. The highlights are: reader’s first foray into porn through a gender studies text book is a real story by an actress who had quite a decent length career in porn. Actors do usually branch out becoming directors/taking on other roles to maximise their skill sets and income. The general advice if you’re a photographer doing porn shoots is to jerk off beforehand, so your focus is on the professional aspects of the job, not hiding the boner in your pants.

The porn landscape in 1998 was mainly magazines/VHS/DVDs/CD Roms. Websites were bludgeoning things where you had to physically call up on the phone and give your credit card details to a person in order to subscribe. You were then given a code to have access to an array of pictures and the ability to download movies – these were often low quality so people would order CD Roms. Fan clubs were managed by production companies/management teams to retain fanbases and provided exclusive content/merch like glossy signed images of the porn star through the mail, along with merch catalogues, etc.

Summary: Your first foray into porn starts on a casting couch with Michael “Robby” Robinavitch behind the camera.

Your first foray into porn is on a casting couch.

It’s 1998 and you’re sitting in front of a camera with two other people in the room. The Dutchess of Delights herself, Dana Evans, CEO of the female owned porn company Love, Sex, Magic, and a photographer called Michael “Robby” Robinavitch.

You’d found the details for the company in the back of your Gender Studies textbook, listed under examples of feminist porn creators in your Sexuality & Representation syllabus at the University of Pittsburgh.

You’re a late bloomer when it comes to education, but you’ve done plenty of exploring of your own sexuality throughout the years. The 90s are in the midst of the third wave of feminism, where shows like Sex and the City have opened up conversations about women’s pleasure and sexual liberation.

It’s a new era, one that you are very excited to be a part of.

Love, Sex, Magic focuses on natural women, those whose real personalities shine throughout their videos. They shoot girls alone, with other women or with trusted men from the industry who have been vetted by Dana herself before they ever step foot on set.

“This isn’t a fuck project, we’re not scripted.” She tells you in the interview, adjusting the blazer of her hot pink trouser suit. She’s everything you’d imagine a female CEO to be, flawless, competent, direct. “We’re creating intimacy through real world sex. The chemistry you have with your partner, the emotions you feel in that moment, they translate through the screen, connecting you with the audience. It’s that that creates the magic.”

Authenticity, it’s a growing niche in the porn sector. One that Dana Evans is certainly dominating.

“Most members of the production team have featured in videos themselves and continue to do so.” She gestures towards Robby who is altering the two black soft boxes on either side of his camera. Each are turned in to give an enclosed sensation, softening the light on your features. “We run a small crew filled with people we trust. Some days they’re behind the camera, sometimes they’re featured in the scene. We’re happy to teach you other skills in the trade so you can diversify if you do come on board with us. Robby participated in a porn series called Doctor Daddy before we created the company.”

Robby’s mouth sets in a grim line at the reference to his previous acting experience. It’s subtle, but enough for you to pick up on the fact he has some misgivings about it.

“All of our actors have made the move to us because they don’t like what’s going on in the industry.” Robby informs you as he steps towards the casting couch. He reaches past you to flick on an uplighter behind it, giving the background a more romantic nuance. The aroma of perfumed woodsmoke floods your senses as he leans in close. It reminds you of crisp autumn nights alongside a campfire, the wind rustling the trees in the distance. “We learned from our own experiences how damaging it can be as a lone actor out there, so we’ve created a safe space for our performers. Here, consent is king, along with breaks and aftercare. We want our actors to enjoy themselves, instead of feeling like they’re just another hole to fuck.”

Ethical porn, it’s practically unheard of but Love, Sex, Magic it’s a trailblazer, one you hope to become a part of.

“We’ll start with some pictures, see how you photograph.” Dana interjects crossing one leg over the other.

Robby returns to his camera, twisting a longer lens onto the front of the device. You’ve done enough research to know it’s how they obtain ‘classier shots’. Anything close up or taken with a wide lens is too voyeuristic or gonzo, meaning the photographer is an active participant, something you don’t want to think about while jerking off to a pair of tits.

“We need to see if you can connect with the audience through the camera.” Dana explains pushing up the sleeves of her blazer as Robby adds the finishing touches to his set up. “Have a little fun with it, we want to see you what you as a person can bring to the table.”

She leans back in her chair, tilting her head to survey you. Her eyes rove over your form, taking in the finer details before her crimson lips form into a thoughtful pout. “We’ll start by taking off your shirt. I want you to do it slowly, button by button whilst looking at Robby behind the camera.”

“Sure.” You say and Dana raises her eyebrows as you reach for the chilled bottle of water, they’d placed in front of you when you first started the interview. You use it to lightly caress your nipples, coaxing them to form hard peaks through the heather grey silk shirt you’re wearing before returning it to the table.

Your gaze diverts to Robby. His bearded jaw, his handsome weathered features. You wonder what he was like in his hay day, stripped off and bare. It sends a thrill of excitement through you as you imagine him as your scene partner, those broad shoulders framing your vision as he kneels between your thighs.

Your fingertips trail down along your neckline, tracing the edge of the fabric until you reach the first button. The silk parts revealing the valley of your breasts. The dull click of the camera fades into the background as you study the crow’s feet at the edges of his eyes, imagining them furrowing as he grasps your thighs, forcing them open, his tongue buried deep in your pussy.

You unfasten the next button, revealing pretty peach lace and Robby swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Another button gone and the material flutters, revealing the dark outline of your nipples through the cups of the bra. His fingers twitch and you imagine him tugging down the lace, the scrape of his beard against the swell of your cleavage as his lips seek out their prize.

You tilt your head away, your hair falling over your features as you guide the shirt slowly down your arms before allowing it to slip onto the floor.

 “Very nice twist at the end with demure look of yours. That sudden shyness in the first blush of undressing for a lover, very authentic.” Dana approves, breaking the moment between you and Robby. “Now let’s see how you do with the jeans.”

You raise to your feet, waiting a moment for Robby to adjust the height of his tripod so that he can capture you once again in his frame. His eyes meet yours over the top of his camera, before he nods his readiness to continue.

You don’t start with the jeans. You cup your breasts instead, pushing them together as if in invitation. Robby’s teeth sink into his lower lip as your thumbs sweep over your nipples, bringing them back to hardness. They poke through the lace, desperate for his mouth as your right-hand sweeps down, your palm skimming along your stomach until you reach the waistband of your jeans. You imagine his lips taking the same path, planting heated kisses until he’s pulling at your jeans, demanding to taste you.

You unfasten the button slowly, drawing down the zipper to reveal a matching peach thong. You leave the fly open, your thumbs threading through the loops of your jeans as the shutter clicks, capturing the barest hint of pussy amidst the denim and lace.

“Oh baby girl.” Dana smiles, leaning forward as she drinks you in. “You know you’re selling a fantasy, don’t you?”

“The camera’s eating it up.” Robby tells Dana, sparing her a glance before his attention switches back to you. He twirls his finger, directing you to face the wall. “Turn around for us sweetheart, let those jeans sag a little so we can give them something to fantasise about.”

His voice, it’s deeper this time, more husky. You do as you’re told, allowing the jeans to drop just a little, revealing the delicate sliver of your thong above your cheeks.

“Beautiful.” He says as you look at him over your shoulder. He sighs as he snaps the shot, a sound that’s barely audible as he shifts his hips as if trying to relieve a little pressure.

“Take them off.” Dana requests, seemingly oblivious to Robby’s discomfort. “Show our viewers what they get if they sign up for your fan club.”

Your thumbs hook over the waistband of the denim, pushing it down gradually to reveal your ass, that slender scrap of lace disappears between your cheeks.

Robby’s shots are coming quicker now. You glance over your shoulder again, blowing him a kiss this time and the left side of his mouth quirks up into a smile as he shakes his head. You then use the same hand to cover your mouth coyly, your eyes growing wide in mock innocence, as if he’s just caught you getting undressed.

A laugh escapes from Dana as she claps her hands together, signalling the end of the shoot. “Alright, clothes back on.”

You straighten up before tugging your jeans back over your hips and fastening them again. Robby scoops up your shirt from the carpet before he hands it to you, your fingers brushing as you take it from him.

“Thanks.” You murmur, pulling it on over your shoulders and he inclines his head before he returns to his camera to review the pictures.

“You’ve certainly got charisma, and that playful edge we’re looking for. We don’t take ourselves too seriously here.” Dana tells you as she stands up. She hovers alongside Robby as he tilts the camera towards her, flicking through the images. “If your STI results come back negative we’d love to get you in for a screen test with one of our actors, probably with Jack or Jesse. Both are veterans in the field, just like our Robby.”

“You don’t act anymore?” You ask him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice as he shakes his head.

“Not usually. These days I’m much happier being behind the camera instead.” He says, his palm scrubbing over the back of his neck. “I sometimes fill in if Jack needs a third or Dennis needs someone to boss him around, but I only work with performers I have a strong connection with, folks I’ve done scenes with before.”

Something happened to him, you think. You can sense the things he’s not saying underneath the surface of his words.  

“Send us those STI results and we’ll get you booked onto the schedule with one of the guys.” Dana’s voice shatters your thoughts as she takes your arm, leading you back towards the door you came through. She shoves it open with a ruby Louboutin and the warm springtime sun filters though into the casting room.

“I will.” You promise before waving goodbye to her and Robby. She waits for the door to close behind you before she turns to Robby as he adjusts himself. She crosses her arms over her chest with an amused smile, looking pointedly at the predominant bulge in his trousers.

“I didn’t have time to jerk off this morning.” He says rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. It’s the cardinal rule of porn shoots as a photographer. You fuck your fist beforehand so that your dick doesn’t make an appearance and you can focus on the technical aspects of the job. “I was just finishing up one of Jack’s shoots when you called me, saying you need me here ASAP.”

Dana clicks her tongue in disapproval. She doesn’t like him working back-to-back shifts, he doesn’t get enough sleep as it is. “Well, we know that little Robby thinks of her, but what about big Robby, the guy that owns a third of this company?”

Robby picks up the camera again, using his thumb to scroll sideways through the images. He pauses at the one with your jeans open, that peekaboo of peach lace daring him to get on his knees and taste you.

That’s the money maker. The one they’ll launch your debut on.

It screams girl next door.

Approachable, tangible, the type of girl you’d be able to fuck if you just got the guts to ask her out.

“I think we have a star on our hands.” He says, showing the image to Dana again. “Our fanbase, they’re gonna love her.”

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[esotericcherub]

#thinking of writing a jack abbot x reader med school au where jack is really annoying 😋😋

[esotericcherub]

BABY STEPS

reader is pregnant and hasn’t told anyone except mel, she gets exposed to something in the er that could potentially harm her baby which causes reader to freak out. jack finds her and calms her down. jack acts as a friend in need to reader who is scared and alone.

pairing: jack abbot x pregnant!f!reader

warnings: reader is depicted as being “the sunshine of the er”, descriptions of pregnancy, fluff, kissing, age gap but no one’s age is mentioned, readers hair is described as being able to be pulled back.

a/n: jack was absolutely serving girl dad realness in this

you were normally sunshine personified. you always had a pretty white smile plastered on your lips, taking the time to greet everyone individually as you come in for your shift, you always seemed like you floated whenever you walked. anyone who was in your presence, whether that be patient or coworker always felt at ease.

you always wore one of those zig zag hair bands that pushed your hair out of your face because any of your baby hairs touching your forehead while working drove you crazy. and everyday without fail, you always had some light makeup on which made you look awake and glowy.

however, lately your hair has been tied back in a claw clip and you’ve had no makeup on. your smile always seemed forced these days and you always walked like you blocked everyone out, always seeming like you had somewhere more urgent to be.

everyone around you had begun to notice too. the energy you brought into the er normally predicted how the shift would go, so when you brought low energy it affected everyone else too.

of course no one would ever say anything to your face. after all, it was just a silly thing made up between you and your coworkers, it was nothing more than a coincidence.

the truth was, you had just found out you were pregnant and the news wasn’t hitting you the way you wanted it. your now ex boyfriend had left you weeks before you found out.

your ex boyfriend was a doctor too but he worked up in radiology upstairs. so when he announced that he had took up a job offer in new york without talking to you about it beforehand, you were pretty upset.

you and your ex had been on the outs for a while, but it still stung when he hadn’t even asked your opinion on him moving or when he didn’t even ask you to come with him. you broke up with him right there and then.

it hurt even more when you and him had decided not to use protection anymore, you weren’t actively trying for a baby but you guys attitude was if it happens it happens. and it happened.

so when you saw on the stick that it said pregnant, a surge of emotions coursed through you at once. you were beyond happy that you were going to be having a baby, but you were terrified that you would be doing this alone.

you had been experiencing symptoms for weeks leading up to finding out, you were throwing up in the mornings but not every morning making you not suspect anything until your period was a month late.

you hadn’t booked into getting a blood test just yet, it hadn’t sunk in just yet.

“hey.” mel said, walking into the break room. “hey.” you responded back, stretching before taking a sip of your water.

“how’s things going?” mel asked, seeming concerned. “fine…why?” you said back, a hint of suspicion in your tone. usually you wouldn’t be like that with someone asking how you were but the way mel said it made you feel off.

you had to return back to work, so you couldn’t stick around for mel’s response. you stood up too quickly and ended up swaying on your feet. luckily mel rushed to your side and ushered you into your seat.

“woah, are you good?” mel asked her hand still remaining on your shoulder. you huffed out a sharp sigh and mel instantly knew something was up.

“i keep getting these stupid dizzy spells lately,” you said waving your hands around in frustration, mel looked at you softly urging you to continue. “i’m pregnant.”

mel was took a back but she quickly regained composure and burst into a small smile. “congratulations.” she said softly but her brows drew together when your usual loose wide smile was tight and forced.

“you’re happy… right?” mel questioned, you could tell she didn’t want to overstep. “of course i am! it’s just…. max left me right before i found out and now im all alone.” you confessed, breaking down into tears over your ex boyfriend.

“have you told him yet?”mel probed gently, laying her hands on yours. “no. i only found out last week, i haven’t even had a hospital test to confirm yet. it still feels so surreal.” you shook your head.

“i’ll do the blood test for you, no one else needs to know.” mel smiled softly, you nodded. “thank you, mel.” you smiled back.

mel had done the blood test for you and she had confirmed that you were pregnant, she couldn’t tell how far along you were so she ordered an ultrasound too.

you were now 16 weeks along and now out the first trimester, you hadn’t told many people yet. the only person from the hospital that knew was mel and she kept her lips sealed. all of the added stress from max leaving you had made this first trimester not enjoyable.

you called max a couple of weeks ago to break the news, you expected him to hop on the first flight over and be there for you. but, he didn’t take the news the way you expected. max wanted nothing to do with you or the baby, he claimed that wanted a fresh start and you and your kid weren’t included in that.

you broke down sobbing immediately feeling well and truly alone, the only person that you could turn to was mel. mel dropped everything and rushed over to your place, offering comfort and reassuring words.

work had managed to keep your mind occupied for the most part, your co workers still looked at you sideways but it seemed like they started to accept this was your new attitude and look which you hated.

earlier in your shift, you started cramping. it felt like period cramps but it was nothing severe, it still worried you. you felt like a mess all day, your mind was elsewhere and it had started to affect your work slightly but no one had picked up on it.

you didn’t have a moments peace to do an ultrasound on yourself or even go to the toilet to make sure you weren’t miscarrying. a lump had formed in your throat and didn’t budge your whole shift.

at times, you’d huff out randomly which caused jack to glance over at you in concern but you just smiled at him, to settle his nerves not yours.

a patient came through the doors and you were immediately assigned their case with jack.

you, jack, and the others doctors in the room worked to move the man onto the bed from his gurney. walsh checked over the patients medical notes and read “patient has tuberculosis, he has it pretty bad.”

at that, you froze. you couldn’t be exposed to any infectious illnesses like TB. you placed all the equipment you were holding down and backed out of the room.

“y/n where are you going? we need you.” jack asked in confusion. “i can’t work this case.” you said, swallowing.

“of course you can, you’ve treated plenty of TB patients before?” jack said. “i just can’t be exposed!” you shouted with no clarification before you bolted out of the room.

you regretted your outburst immediately, but you weren’t about to announce your pregnancy to all your co workers in that way. embarrassment set in pretty quickly and you kept squeezing shut your eyes whenever the words from moments earlier drifted into your mind.

now that you had a moment alone, you went into an empty exam room and pulled an ultrasound machine. you sat at the edge of the bed and squirted some gel on your belly, you flinched at the coldness of it. you took the probe and moved it around your belly.

you huffed when you were finding it difficult to get a reading, you moved the probe around some more but you were having no luck.

you heard the door open from behind you but had no time to scramble and put everything away. you admitted defeat and pulled your scrub top down over your belly.

“was wondering where you ran off to.” jack said softly, walking to face you. “i’m sorry.” you apologised, bowing your head down in shame.

“y/n are you pregnant?” jack asked as he connected the dots. “yeah,” you confessed, smiling gently at the look on jacks face.

“that’s wonderful, congratulations.” he smiled genuinely, moving to stand next to the ultrasound machine. “were you trying to do an ultrasound on yourself?” jack asked.

“yeah, i couldn’t get a reading. i’m not used to doing it on myself, obviously.” you laughed. “lie back, i’ll do it for you.” jack smiled, taking the probe from your hands. you nodded and lay back on the bed, pulling your scrub top up.

“why were you trying to do an ultrasound on yourself anyways, is something wrong?” jack asked, brows knitting together in concern as he squirted the gel on your belly.

“i’ve been cramping today, haven’t had the chance to go to the bathroom to check if there was any spotting. i was just worried.” you shrugged.

“understandable, how far along are you?” jack asked, moving the ultrasound probe around on your belly. “16 weeks.” you smiled.

“you’re now out the first trimester trenches then.” he chuckled. “thank god.” you laughed.

“can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden for 16 weeks.” jack smiled, looking down at your belly where you had a small but noticeable bump. “baggy scrub tops are my bestfriend,” you smiled. “i wasn’t meant to keep it hidden this long. 8 weeks turned into 12 which then turned into 16, and so on.”

suddenly, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room. a tear rolled down your face in relief. “strong, healthy heartbeat.” jack smiled, looking from the machine to you.

“so the crampings nothing to worry about?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “i wouldn’t worry about it. if the cramping persists, i’ll do another ultrasound for you.” jack nodded.

you smiled gratefully at jack. you looked at the screen, taking in how you were growing a little human inside of you.

“do you want to know the gender?” jack asked, not wanting to push you. you had gone back and forth on whether you wanted the gender to remain a surprise or not.

“yes.” you said without hesitation. “there’s no dick, that’s for sure.” jack laughed. “jack!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes at his profanity.

“it’s a girl.” jack said softly, smiling at the idea of a little you running around wreaking havoc. “a girl.” you repeated back, smiling.

jack nodded and started printing out the pictures for you to keep. he handed you the sonograms and you clutched them tightly in your grip, being in disbelief that this was all real.

you stroked your finger over the photo of your baby girl.

you sat up and pulled your scrub top over your belly once again, you sat for a little letting your feet dangle over the bed as you processed everything. jack sat at the foot of the bed next to you, wordlessly sliding an arm around your shoulder as he gazed down at your sonogram.

“so,” jack started getting your attention. “want to fill me in?”

you know he was referring to the boyfriend situation, you nodded. “you know my boyfriend? or well ex now.” you asked. “max from radiology? or dr max he liked to call himself, the prick.” jack muttered, you chuckled.

“yeah, well, he took up a job offer in new york without asking me my opinion on it first. and the thing that hurt the most was, max didn’t even ask me to go with him. he just took off.” you signed, looking up at jack to gauge his reaction.

“what an asshole, who does that?” jack said rhetorically. “so when i found out i was pregnant i called him right away, he said he didn’t want anything to do with me or my baby!” you exclaimed, feeling your eyes go glassy once again.

“y/n. i will actually fucking kill the son of a bitch, sorry.” jack swore, apologising to your unborn baby. “jack, she won’t pick up on the swearing.” you laughed, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“babies can hear things from outside the womb!” jack exclaimed. “shut up.” you laughed, shoving him gently.

“i’m mostly over it now. i mean he was never gonna be any good for me and my girl.” you smiled proudly, rubbing circles absentmindedly over you stomach.

“correct.” jack smiled and you smiled back.

“do you know who is good for you and squish.” jack said. “so we’re calling her squish now?” you questioned, jack nodded. “enlighten me.”

jack eyes darted down to your lips, your breathing picked up as he closed the gap between you both. “me.” he said in a low whisper.

“jack.” you sighed back softly. jack took that has cue to go in. his lips pressed against yours gently, moving at a slow and steady rhythm. soft, just like jack.

you moaned slightly as jack reached around and unclipped your claw clip, letting your hair cascade down your back.

jack pulled back and smiled at you, you blushed at his gaze that was firmly on your eyes now.

“i’ve been in love with you since the moment you stepped foot in this place.” jack confessed, you smiled at his confession nodding along as you felt the same way.

“it fucked me up when you started dating that asshole from upstairs.” jack said, his face twisting painfully. “jack.” you said, your heart hurting from his words.

“i was so close to saying something.” jack said, shaking his head and beating himself up over it. “it’s okay.” you said softly, taking his hands in yours.

“i’m so stupid. i just got nervous, me!” jack laughed. “don’t beat yourself up jack, you didn’t know that would happen. the past is the past.” you reassured him.

“i’m glad it worked out this way.” you confessed. “what do you mean?” jack questioned.

“i’ve been in love with you too, from the moment i entered the building and locked eyes with you. when i shook your hand that first day, i swear i got a shock.” you laughed, jacks mouth slowly opened at the revelation.

“i started dating max instead because i gave up. i thought you would never go for someone like me, and the crush was unrequited.” you said, shaking your head similarly to how jack did. “i should’ve just talked to you.”

“y/n have you seen yourself?!” jack exclaimed, how could you ever question jacks attraction to you? “i should’ve said something instead of being so cowardly just because i was nervous.”

“jack abbot, nervous? that’s a first.” you joked. “pretty girls make me nervous.” jack smirked.

“i’m going to do so right by you and baby girl, if you’ll let me?” jack asked, tightening his grip on you. “of course.” you accepted, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“thank god.” jack smiled, pulling you in closer to him and kissing the top of your head.

“our shifts over.” you glanced at the clock in the room. “it is.” jack nodded. “want to come home with me?” you smirked, feeling bold today.

“of course but first,” jack started. “i’m taking you shopping.”

now that was an offer you simply could not pass up.

jack was the first person to buy anything for your baby.

he bought baby girl a dusty pink dress with a cream long undersleeve shirt and little knee high socks, for her coming home outfit.

he spoiled you too, of course.

[wishmoafi]

happy mother's day to the 2 women i'd call mommy

[queensinxs]

his son ── michael robinavitch michael 'robby' robinavitch x wife!reader.

summary: yours and robby's son deals with the aftermath of his mistakes. but you all attend an anniversary lunch for your favourite nurse. the pitt residents are in shock that your son is real, not to mention a mini-robby. and your daughter makes an appearance.

content warnings: implied fem reader. menace reader, levi and dana lowkey. robby still obsessed with his wife. nothing too dramatic, lowkey insecure robby. lil wlw (robby has a bi or pan daughter and i stand on that fact). but imagine dana and benji marrying rather young, like around the time reader and robby had met. tho they didnt meet until he started working at PTMC. dont really know how college works but made it up for sake of the plot. no use of y/n.

authors notes: part 2 of his wife. lowkey could be better but it worked out pretty well i think, already got ideas for part 3. fr love this coupling. and dana is fr the best. dana is lowkey readers wife like jack is robbys husband could potentially be read as a stand alone.

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For once, Robby had manage to leave the hospital relatively ontime. He didn’t complain and infact Jack had practically pushed him out the door, knowing the conversation that was going to come when dayshift attending got home. 

When his phone had rung this morning and your son, Levi, was calling to tell him that he’d been arrested last night, he had been shocked. Calling you had been the safer option, both because you’d been more likely to answer and you’re calmer than your husband. 

You were pissed though, Jack heard the annoyed disbelief in your voice when he’d called you. Not that he was surprised, he hadn’t exactly been pleased to receive the call. He can’t imagine what it’d felt like on your end. 

And Robby? He knew the man well enough to know he’d be furious. So getting him out the hospital doors had a slight ulterior motive, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his frustration. Surprisingly he wasn’t as pissed as Jack had thought but story might change when he’s face to face with his son. 

That’s what Levi was worried about too. So when he heard the click of the front door opening and closing, he mentally braced for the verbal impact of his fathers anger. 

You heard your husbands footsteps as he walked through the hallway towards where you sat in the living room, laptop open as you jotted down the notes from the zoom calls you had with your patients. Levi was sat on one of the chairs, eyes on his phone as he scrolled, not looking as rough as Robby would’ve thought. 

You looked up when the footsteps stopped, your husband standing in the doorway as he stared at his son. You figure he’s figuring out how to begin the conversation that was coming. His eyes met yours when he noticed your head move out of the corner of his eye. His feet carried him to where you sat, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of head as he rounded the lounge.

That’s when Levi looked up, expression blank as he waited for his dad to speak. That’s not good. He hasn’t even yelled. The silence was unnerving. His eyes followed as his father strolled to take a seat besides you on the lounge. 

“Are you gonna say something?” Your son forced out, becoming more nervous as the silence stretched. He’s fucked. 

You and your husband shared a look, still needing to discuss what you plan to do about this. He’s already told you bits and pieces but you said you’d talk to him when his father got home. 

Those words he dreaded. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Robby asked gruffly, too calm for your son’s liking. 

“I wasn’t.” Levi admitted, a little sheepishly and embarrassed. He was embarrassed that he’d ran around campus drunk and naked. Even more embarrassed not that his parents had to get involved. 

“No. You weren’t.” Robby emphasised.

“You’re an idiot.” He added a beat later, not harshly but bluntly. He wasn’t going sugarcoat it. 

“I’m sorry.” He murmured with a small sigh. He was so dead. “I was drunk and stupid and we were talking shit so Bryce said he bet no one would do it.” 

Your son tried to explain. It wasn’t an excuse, he knew it wasn’t excusable. But it’s how it came to happen. 

“And you did?” Robby deadpanned, already knowing the result. 

“Yeah.” 

“Idiot.”

“I know. I won’t do it again.” 

“I’m pissed too but, honey, you have zero place in saying that.” You said knowingly, aware of the dumb shit he’d done at Levi’s age. You hadn’t known him then but his friends didn’t hesitate to share those stories when you’d begun dating all those years ago. 

“Yes I do.” 

You gave him a knowing look, eyebrows raised at him as if he dared to challenge you. 

“Michael.” 

Robby just stared back at you, unflinching. You did not just call him out. He may have done stupid things at his sons age but not like this. You just stared back at him. 

“What’d you do, dad?” Levi asked, breaking the silence. He was intrigued to hear that his father had done some pretty dumb stuff in his youth. 

Robby’s head snapped over to his son, giving him a pointed look. 

“None of your business.” 

Levi knew not to push right now, he’s already in shit, but that information was stored in his mind for a later date. He won’t be forgetting that. 

“Alright, go so your mother and I can discuss what we’re gonna do about this.” Robby waved him off, had enough of this conversation. 

Levi nodded immediately, pleased to have an out. For now anyways. But he’ll take it. He scampered off like a scorned child. 

You closed your laptop and leant forward to place it on the coffee table infront of you. Turning to face your husband, you watched as he ran a hand down his face. 

“What’re you thinking?” You quizzed him gently, aware he’s likely stressed and frustrated. Not that you’re pleased at your son’s actions but it’s not entirely up to you to decide his fate.

“Reckon he’ll get kicked out?” Robby questioned, leaning back against the lounge with a small sigh. He didn’t know what was going to come from this from the school’s perspective. 

“I don’t know. Maybe.” You admitted, truthfully not having a clue. “Maybe he’ll get suspended. Or be on probation.” 

He nodded as you spoke, unaware of how the college will handle it. But he knew there would be consequences. 

“What’re we gonna do about it?” 

Robby looked over at you at your question, letting out a huff as he shook his head. “No idea. No manual for this.” 

“No kidding.” You commented dryly. 

“We could kick him out?” He offered, half-joking. 

“No we won’t.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

Neither of you would actually make your kids move out. Not at this age anyways and they’re studying. They’re aiming to build their lives, it’s not like they’re fucking around to get a free ride for life. 

Levi’s literally studying to become a medical scientist. He’s genuinely intelligent. Just doesn’t always use common sense. 

“We don’t have to make any decisions right now.” You added a beat later. It’s getting late and all of this only happened today. It’s a lot to figure out. “Let’s think about it for a bit.”

“Good idea.” 

There was a beat of silence before a smirk tugged at his lips, head leaning closer to yours with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“But guess what?” Your husband quizzed, a ghost of a teasing smirk beginning to tug at his lips. 

“What?” You replied, lips quirking up with a hint of amusement. 

“You were right. He said he wouldn’t do it again.” He teased in a murmur, coaxing a light laugh from you. The laugh caused smirk turn into a grin. He’s always loved your laugh. “Guess that means I owe you.” 

“Yeah I think you do.” You teased as he brushed his lips against yours, referring to the messages exchanged earlier today, his calloused hand brought up to rest on your cheek. His lips pressed against yours, mouths moulding together like they have millions of times before. 

When you pulled back, you gave him a quick peck to his lips. 

“Go eat, dinners in the oven.”

“You eat?” He questioned, wanting to make sure you’d eaten. He always did, even when he neglects to eat at work. Though you do send him reminders. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, having gotten into the habit years ago of eating with the kids for when he’d work late. He hadn’t wanted the three of you to wait for him because sometimes it’s unpredictable when he’d actually get home. 

“Good.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up and going to the kitchen. 

A few minutes later, you heard quiet footsteps from behind you. 

“Where’re you going?” You called out, not turning around, aware it was Levi trying to sneak out. Normally you wouldn’t mind, he’s an adult. But he had just been arrested for doing something stupid. Not gonna fly right now.

“Nowhere.” He lied, intentionally wincing at being caught. He should’ve known you’d have heard him. He’d stupidly hoped you wouldn’t have. He’d purposely waited for his dad to leave the room. 

You turned your head to see your son frozen in place, as if he were to move he’d get busted. Even though you already had noticed him. You gestured for him to come back. 

He sighed, trudging towards you and hovered by the arm of the lounge. 

“Sit.” 

He did as you asked and took a seat in one of the chairs. His shoulders were tense, as if he were bracing for impact. 

“Please tell me you weren’t about to go get drunk again.” You quizzed him, displeased with the concept of him sneaking out to get drunk after today’s events. 

“Mum…” He started, planning on explaining. He hated that you’d felt the need to ask him that. He did get it but it didn’t feel any better. He’s used to both his parents trusting him. 

“No, seriously.” You cut him off, voice more stern than it usually is. “Look, you can live your life the way you like but you could’ve gotten in some serious trouble, you’re really lucky that you’re not and we don’t know how the schools going to react.” 

“I know. I really am sorry.” Levi said quietly. “You and dad are disappointed.”

“You get we’re upset because we love you, right?” You replied gently, eyebrows slightly furrowed. You could see that he felt awful where things are now. 

“I do.” 

“Everyone makes mistakes, does dumb things.” You added softly. You’re not excusing the behaviour but you’re wanting him to know that mistakes happen.  “You’re a good kid. We just don’t want you do anything that’ll affect your life poorly like that.” 

“Kinda wish he yelled at me, would’ve been easier.” He admitted letting out a rough but quiet breath. He could’ve handled the yelling. The calm disappointment? He was lost. 

You nodded in understanding, knowing how the calm collected disappointment is harder to deal with than anger. Especially when it came from Robby. 

Neither of you noticed that your husband was lurking in the doorway, subtly listening in on the conversation. 

“I know he cares when he yells, I don’t know what to do with this.” He continued, running a hand over his face, very much like how his father does when he’s stressed.  

“He still cares, you’ve always reminded him of himself. He just doesn’t want to see you make mistakes like he had.” You explained, heart aching for your son. You’re still pissed but you did still hate seeing him upset. In many ways, he was a mini-Robby. He looked a lot like his father did at his age and their personalities are rather similar, so sometimes they clash. 

“I guess I get that.” Your son nodded, letting out a dry humourless huff. “Still feels like shit though.”

“I don’t doubt it. Just give him some time, it’s still fresh.” 

“Yeah, true.” 

“And seriously, you’re not going anywhere.” You added seriously, not willing to let him go anywhere. “Not unless it’s to pick up your sister.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded, bracing his hands on the arms of the chair, prepared to get up. He hesitated, like was going to say something before shaking his head and standing. He navigated around to reach the entryway where he sees his dad. 

Levi just stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was going to say something. But he doesn’t. Robby claps him gently on the shoulder, a wordless love you. Then passing each other as Robby entered the room, wordlessly sitting back beside you. 

“He’ll be okay.” You murmured gently, leaning your head on his shoulder. His hand taking ahold of yours, fingers interlocking. 

“Yeah.” He murmured, leaning his head against yours as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you broke the silence, mentally exhausted from today’s events. 

“Bed?”

“Yeah.”

A few days later, the review with the school has arrived. Robby can’t make it because of work, it’s ED so let’s be real, slim chance of being able to go. So, it was just you who went with Levi. You’d said you’d call him once the meeting was over, informing him of the outcome. 

He wasn’t necessarily distracted at work but he was preoccupied with thinking about what would happen. His son might be in serious trouble. And yeah, who isn’t worried about that. He didn’t want a dumb mistake to alter his whole life. 

“Alright, what’s bothering you?” Dana asked him bluntly but not unkindly, seeing as he kept checking his phone like he was waiting for something. 

He hadn’t told anyone, besides Jack, that it was today. Dana knew about it but not the when, just that it was happening sometime soon. 

He hummed in questioning as he pocketed the device for what Dana thought was the tenth time in the last 5 minutes. When he processed the question he just waved it off. “Just Levi.” 

“That collage thing today?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded, running a hand down his face. 

Dana nodded in understanding. “No word?”

“Not yet.” He sighed, leaning his forearms against the bench. 

“He’ll be okay.” She assured him, not dismissing his worry but she knows the kid well enough, having met him many times over the years she’s worked with Robby. 

“Maybe.” He sighed, bowing his head before his eyes found her again. Maybe he was stressed over nothing but still, it’s his kid. He’s gonna be worried. 

At his sigh, Dana decided to change the topic. Might distract him for a bit. She knew him well enough to know when he needed to be distracted. 

“Still coming Saturday?” Dana questioned, though was less a question and more you’re not getting out of this. It was her’s and Benji’s 30th wedding anniversary. They decided since it was the big 30, they’d invite close friends and family over for lunch. 

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He said dryly, aware if she wasn’t going to make him go, you certainly were. You love Dana and her family. 

“You’re going. Wife and kids. Haven’t seen them in ages.” She grinned, aware that really, he had no choice in the matter once you’d made your decision. 

“You saw my wife a few days ago.” Robby noted, eyebrows raised knowingly. 

“And? I can’t miss her?” She retorted, pushing her glasses to rest on the top of her head. The grin didn’t fade from her lips.  

“What is it with you two?” He shook his head with a dramatic sigh, mentally rolling his eyes. He was very used to the dynamic between you and the charge nurse. 

“What do you mean?” Dana quizzed in faux-confusion, tilting her head slightly at him. 

“She’s my wife.” Robby emphasised. 

“You sure?” Dana raised her eyebrows, as if to challenge him. 

“Pretty sure.” 

“Maybe she is.”

“Funny.”

“Don’t forget. Saturday at 12.” She pointed a finger at him, narrowing her eyes at him playfully. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll all be there.” He rolled his eyes, letting out a dry huff of a chuckle. 

“Good.” She mused, satisfied. “Don’t forget to smile.” 

Before he could whip up a retort, his phone rang. Pulling the device out of his pocket, his eyes read over your name sprawled across the top of the screen. 

He moves to stand upright, shooting Dana a sarcastic smile as he answered the call. He greeted you with a gruff hey, honey, as he made his way to the ambulance bay for some semblance of privacy. 

“Do I have to go?” Levi questioned, having stepped into the living room where you and your husband were sitting. 

The three of you were ready to go, due to your need to leave ontime. Being late was something you hated. 

“Yes.” You replied without hesitation. Considering he’s been suspended for a couple weeks and put on probation for six months, thanks to his very convincing apology and agreeance to do community service for the collage, he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on here. 

“Why?”

“Because you got suspended and you have to listen to us.” Your husband answered, providing your shared son with a knowing look. 

“Is this gonna be a thing forever?” Levi questioned, already understanding he was in deep shit with the school and you both. But he really wished it would just fade. Wishful thinking on his part. 

“For now.”

“Why isn’t Alannah coming?” He quizzed after, having noted his sister wasn’t home yet. She was meant to be going to Dana’s as well. 

“She is. Just a bit later.” You answered, glancing over at him. You’d just received a message from your daughter, letting you know she’d be late and to apologise to Dana for her. 

“She gets to be late?”

“You want an answer to that?” 

“No.”

“Holy shit, it’s Robby’s wife.” Santos murmured to Whitaker and Javadi, the three of them hanging around together in the backyard. She noticed you and Robby wander through the back door with Dana by your side, the two of you idly chatting as your husband followed. 

“You’ve seen her before.” Javadi said knowingly, giving the other woman an odd look. 

“For like five seconds.” Santos rolled her eyes. “I wanna ask her why the fuck she married that lunatic.”

“Maybe don’t call her husband a lunatic to her face?” Whitaker offered, not feeling like his friends plan was a very smart one. But not like he could stop her. 

“She might agree tho—wait…” Santos began to retort before stopping abruptly. She noticed a third presence, a younger man walking besides your husband. Same height and very similar features. 

It took her a second to process the scene infront of her. 

“No fucking way.” She murmured a beat later, eyes widening in disbelief. She really had half-thought maybe he didn’t actually have kids. Sure, you’d showed up in ED the other day to talk about him. But she just couldn’t imagine Robby as a dad. 

“It’s like they hit copy paste.” Javadi added in shock, taking in the sight of father and son. She didn’t doubt that the two of you did have kids. But she didn’t expect your son to look so much like his dad.

A few feet away, Levi tilted his head towards his dad.

“Why are people staring at me?” He asked in a murmur, having felt eyes on him for the last couple minutes. He can’t decide if he should be worried that they knew about his incident or if they’re staring for some other reason. 

Robby hummed in questioning, glancing at his son. Processing the question, his eyes glanced around and noticed the shocked looks of his residents and student doctor. He lightly chuckled and shook his head as his eyes went back to Levi. 

“Residents.” He explained to his son, who glanced at the three gawking sets of eyes. “Likely shocked.”

“Why?” Levi questioned, eyes back on his father. He didn’t get why they’d be shocked. 

“They didn’t know about you or your sister until a few days ago.” Robby explained further, eyes moving back to the three as he shot them a sarcastic smile. 

He laughed to himself as the three scrambled to act like they weren’t staring. Santos and Javadi almost ran into each other as Whitaker looked up at the sky, as if it were the most interesting thing. 

That answer didn’t necessarily surprise Levi. He knew how private his dad was. He remembers when he’d come to emergency a few years ago with a fractured wrist and the current residents had gawked, shocked to find out his father indeed had children. 

Apparently they didn’t know about his mother either, which Levi had been surprised about. He picked up on how much his father loved his mother at a young age. He figured that everyone would know about the wife he can’t get enough of. 

He never talks about anything unless prompted, he figured that out years ago when he was telling his dad about something that happened at school. His father responding with a similar story from his own experience in school, prompting a conversation about his schooling years. Before that, he hadn’t really heard much about his dad's life before he was born. 

“And mum?” Levi quizzed, wondering if these lot of residents knew about his mother. 

“Pretty sure your mum knows about you and your sister.” 

“Funny.” Levi responded dryly, used to his dad's dry jokes. Or attempts. 

“No, they didn’t.” Robby confirmed, eyes wandering over to where you were still chatting with Dana. As much as he’d prefer you conversing with him and being in your presence, he loves the friendship you have with her. The two of you have been close since you met years ago. 

“Mum’s gonna leave you.” Levi said absentmindedly, noting his father’s eyes on you. It was something he was used to by now. 

“What?!” His father’s head snapped towards him, eyes wide. His mind raced, heart speeding up. You weren’t actually leaving him, right? You fight sometimes but never that bad. Had you said something to Levi? 

“For Dana.” Levi grinned, amused at the reaction he’d gotten from his father. He didn’t really think he’d have taken it that seriously, but he was so glad he did. 

“You’re as evil as your mother.” His father retorted dryly, though having let out a breath of relief when he realised his son was joking. 

“What? You have a husband, she can’t have a wife?”

“I don’t have a husband.”

Levi gives him a knowing look.

“Uncle Jack?”

“Not you too.” Robby sighed gruffly, running a hand over his face. You’ve said that plenty of times to him. He didn’t think or want his kids joining in on that. 

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Denial.” Levi murmured with a faux-cough, still grinning.

“Go and talk to someone else.” Robby waved him off, done with this conversation. If he was going to be teased about this, then he’d prefer it from his wife. 

Levi wasn’t shocked and let out a huff of a chuckle as he wandered off to find someone else to talk to. At the same time, Robby made his was over to you, his large hand taking place on your waist as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“So your wife was just telling me that—“

“Dana.” You warned in faux-seriousness, giving her a knowing look. To which, she just grinned in response with a shrug, keeping her mouth shut.

“What?” Your husband questioned, glancing between the two of you. 

“Nothing, love.” You assured him, leaning up to press a kiss to his scruffy bearded cheek. 

“Yeah, it’s nothing.” Dana agreed, waving it off. Though internally, she wanted to laugh.

“You sure?” Robby questioned you, eyes briefly glancing over at the other woman. 

“Very sure.” You nodded, wanting to laugh yourself.

He looked at you for a few moments before shaking his head. Nope. Not doing this. 

“Tell me.” He said to you, already almost having a heart attack with Levi before, he can’t have the not knowing here. Levi had been kidding but what if he wasn’t? 

“Seriously, it’s nothing.” You assured him, placing a hand on his chest gently. 

“Sweetheart, please.”

“It’s nothing, Michael.” 

“Robinavitch, I’m messing with you.” Dana cut in, noting that Robby seemed actually worried. 

“Why does this keep happening to me today?” He groaned, tilting his head back with his eyes closed. 

“What?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

Your husband let out a small sigh, eyes training back on you. 

“Levi said you were leaving me.” He admitted. Admitting that sounded stupid logically but the idea freaked him out. 

“What? I’m not leaving you.” You assured him without hesitation. You weren’t leaving him. You certainly weren’t planning on it. But you couldn’t resist the joke you added. “If I did, it’d be for Dana.”

“That’s what he said.”

“Smart kid.”

His eyes narrowed at you, though held no heat. 

“Seriously, though. I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him softly, pressing a soft quick kiss to his lips. “We were talking about Dana’s daughters new girlfriend. She hasn’t met her yet but she’ll be here soon and she’s excited to meet her.” 

“Okay.” He murmured with a sigh, relieved that the fears had been wrong. Sometimes Levi was too much like you. Sometimes he was too much like him. 

“There she is!” Dana exclaimed, noting her daughter making her way through the back door into the yard. Besides her was a girl around her age, the two holding hands. She looked familiar. Very familiar. 

Yours and Robby’s heads turned to follow Dana’s eyes. Both your eyes widened in surprise. 

“Alannah?” You said in surprise and honestly, it was joyful surprise. 

You didn’t know your daughter was actively in a relationship. She was private about her love life since turning eighteen, maybe mentioning a date here and there. Now 20, she’d never really mentioned anything. Including that she liked girls. 

“Mum? Dad?” Your daughter asked in shock. Her girlfriend’s parents anniversary was the same one she’d been planning to show up to in a few hours? 

The two young women walked towards the two of you. Dana’s daughter was surprised too. She didn’t know her parents knew her girlfriends. 

“Hi Dana.” Alannah said a little sheepishly, not having seen her in a few years but remembering her. She never actually met her kids, not that she knew of. So the fact she was dating her daughter, that was a twist. 

“Lana, honey, good to see you.” Dana smiled, offering the girl a hug, which was accepted. 

You and Robby glanced at each other in surprise, both shocked your daughter was in a seemingly serious or almost serious relationship. You’d figured she’d been dating, not that you’d officially know because she never mentioned it. But nothing serious. You’d been wrong.

When the two pulled back, Dana greeted her daughter with a hug. 

“Um, so…” Your daughter stuttered slightly, trying to figure out how to go about this. “…this is my girlfriend.” 

She really didn’t expect for you both to meet her girlfriend today. Or even know about her until she was ready to talk about it. She wasn’t embarrassed or worried about your reactions. She knows you’re both accepting, always have been. But she just had wanted to keep this to herself for a while.

“It’s lovely to see you again.” You said to Dana’s daughter with a smile, giving her a hug that she returned. You hadn’t seen her since she was in high school, the last time you’d seen any of Dana’s daughters. 

“You too.” She replied, giving you and Robby a smile. Her hand made its way back to Alannah’s, the two interlocking fingers. 

“Are you mad?” Alannah asked, a little nervous that you’d be mad that she hadn’t said anything. 

“No. Not at all.” You assured her soft and sincerely. You weren’t mad, shocked, but not mad. You don't see why you would be mad.

“Really?” She asked in surprise, thinking you and her dad would be mad you’d kept this from her.

“Lana, your mother kept me a secret for a year.” Robby jumped in, letting out a light chuckle at the memory. 

You’d been so nervous to introduce him to your mother and stepfather that you’d just never mentioned him to them. Sure, you’d had boyfriends before, but they’d been assholes. So, introducing him was scary for you. 

It was a full 12 months until you’d mentioned him to them. Properly anyways. You hadn’t been living with them, instead sharing an apartment with a friend so they wouldn’t really know how you spent half the time at his place. 

“Wait, really?!” She quizzed in shock. She wouldn’t have imagined that. Her maternal grandma loves her dad, she knows that. Her maternal grandfather (she knows he’s your step-dad but doesn’t think of him that way and neither do you) seems to like him. 

“Yeah. Your mum was nervous.” Robby explained with a ghost of a grin. He remembered how you’d kept putting it off, worried they’d hate him. “Which is crazy because I’m a doctor and parents love doctors.”

“You were a med student, there’s a difference.” You added dryly, though giving him an amused grin. 

“Semantics.”

“Anyways. What you’re dad is trying to say, is we understand.” You said a beat later, returning to the conversation at hand. “I’m sorry it happened sooner than you’d like.”

“No, it’s okay.” Alannah shook her head gently, actually rather relieved. She’d been stressing over figuring out how to bring it up, the dating and liking girls thing. “I’m glad you guys know.”

“Yeah?” You asked her softly, honestly happy she wasn’t upset. You’re happy to know she was in a relationship where she was happy. You’d seen the nervous smile on her lips as they’d walked through the door. It reminded you of when Robby had gone to meet your parents. He’d been nervous but excited. Just like how Alannah had been. 

“Yeah.” She replied with a small nod and a smile. She meant it. 

Before you could say anything more, your husband swept her up on a hug. It caught both you and her off guard. His arms were around her tightly, she returned to wrap her arms around his torso. 

“I’m so glad you don’t like men.” He murmured to her, pressing a kiss to her head before resting his cheek ontop of it. 

“I do. But I like girls too.” She responded with a light chuckle. She’s figuring out her sexuality but she thinks she might be pansexual, not really minding gender but instead the person themselves. 

“You have a girlfriend. I’m pretending you don’t.” 

She pulled back and looked at her father, genuinely so happy he was so accepting but also amused by his reaction.

“Dad.” She said with amusement. “I have a girlfriend but I’ve dated men too.”

“Don’t tell me that.” He groaned playfully as he moved back to your side, hand taking ahold of yours. “I’ll have a heart attack.”

"Should I remind you—"

“Okay, enough or your poor old father might actually have a heart attack.” You said with a soft chuckle. 

“You’re not that far off, honey.” He joked, shooting you a look to which you raised your eyebrows at him. 

Alannah stifles a laugh, knowing he was going to be in shit for that comment. 

“I love you very much and you haven't aged a day since I met you.” 

“Nice save.” Alannah murmured with amusement, glancing at her girlfriend who was seemingly hiding a laugh herself. 

“Alright, enough with this.” Dana cut in with a chuckle, taking ahold of her daughters hand and begun to drag her away. “I’m going to talk to my daughter and her girlfriend.” 

The two girls began to follow her, your daughter shotting you a look that said thank you. You smiled at her, fondness in your eyes as Dana dragged the two away. 

“You still love me, right?” Robby questioned after the three went to chat. He was half-joking, half-thinking you decided not to love him after that comment.

“For some reason.” You retorted dryly. But you leant up and pressed a kiss to his lips, a small grin ghosting across your own lips. 

“I’ll take that.”

© queensinxs 2026.

[queensinxs]

his wife ── michael robinavitch michael 'robby' robinavitch x wife!reader.

summary: robby doesnt advertise his marriage. so when his wife shows up at ED to discuss their son, safe to say the residents were shocked. now they wonder how the two of you met. this throws him back to when he was a ms3.

content warnings: reader and robby w/ 2 year age gap. thought to be 22 and robby 24 when met, around when he'd be a MS3. fluff. med school robby. lightly flirty young robby. lil mention of mature content so pls mdni 18+. reader is clinical psychologist/completeting masters to be one. lowkey implied fem reader shorter than robby. im short im sorry. he adores his wife like hard. two kids.

authors notes: lowkey med school au and robby who isn't as emotuonally consipated in the show. lowkey wanna do a few bits here and there about their life but not sure lol. inspired by this meme.

word count: 4079

Everyone was aware of the chain that hung around Robby’s neck. It peeked from under his scrubs sometimes. Though, no one knew what might be on the chain. There might be nothing or there could be something. Either way, it was always tucked under his shirt.

Nobody questioned it, never really thought to. He’s a private person. Residents don’t ask about his personal life. But they get curious when he steps out to the ambulance bay sometimes, phone to ear. 

Santos thinks that maybe he’s faking to take a break. Whitaker thinks he might be talking to a relative, parent or sibling. Javadi thinks … Well, she isn’t quite sure what to think. But she doesn’t think its what Santos or Whitaker’s thinking.

So when a gorgeous woman strolled into the department, beelining towards the charge nurse with a smile, they were confused to say the least. You seemed to be friendly and familiar with Dana, greeting each other like old friends. 

The med student and two residents share subtle looks, watching the interaction. 

“Is my husband around?” You asked Dana, glancing around to see if he was nearby. It was never predictable where he might be. It’s not uncommon for him to not answer his phone when he works and you don’t blame him. It’s understandable. But it’s rare for you to show up at the department, that usually means it’s important.

The three watching noticed your eyes wandering, quickly busying themselves. Santos and Javadi looked at the same computer, as if they were reading results together. While Whitaker fumbled with the chart he’d picked up. The two women look at him in disbelief and annoyance. Smooth. 

“Trauma one. He’s in a mood.” Dana pre warned you, giving you a knowing look. You weren’t surprised by the fact, very aware how moody Robby can be when he’s stressed. 

“Not surprising.” You huffed out a dry laugh. “When isn’t he?”

“True that.” The charge nurse hiffs, knowing you'd understand more than anyone. But you’re able to diffuse him unlike anyone else. 

“Alright if I hang around?” You asked, knowing the answer but much preferring to be sure instead of assuming. 

“Of course.” Dana assured you, well aware you don’t like to presume but instead hear directly. Everyday is different in the ED. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just Levi.” You explained, not details but enough for her to understand that something had happened. Your son could get into his own mess these days, he’s 22 and at college, figuring out his life. Didn’t mean he didn’t avoid doing dumb shit. 

Before Dana could respond, her mouth hanging open before shutting as a painstakingly familiar voice rang out. 

“What’re you doing here?” You heard your husband’s gruff voice, head turning as he wandered up beside you. He pressed a kiss to your head before his eyes returned to your face. Concern was etched across his features, worried that something was wrong. You didn’t show up here without a reason. 

Javadi tried to not look invested but she was, Robby was married? Santos and Whitaker thinking the same thing. And this woman is his wife? No way. That can’t be right. 

“Your son decided that getting drunk and running around campus was a good idea.” You informed him dryly. This is the second time you've talked about this. Not that you were angry but more annoyed. You had to leave work, because Robby couldn’t, to go and get him from the police station by his campus. “Naked.”

“Why is he always my son when he does something stupid?” Robby inquired in disbelief before shaking his head immediately. It was too early for this, barely 8:30am.  “Actually, don’t answer that.”

He knew that if either of you had passed the doing something dumb gene, it was him. He had never done something quite like that but he was the more reckless between the two of you. He didn’t need to have his workplace hear about some of the dumb things he’s done in his 20s. 

Levi isn't a bad kid. Just tends to do dumb things.

Javadi, Whitaker and Santos all shared glances in utter shock. This man has a son? A kid? No way. They don't believe they’d heard this correctly. 

“Anyways. He’s alright. But he called Jack who called me.”

“Fuck.” Your husband signed, hanging his head low before looking back at you. “You going to get him?”

He gave you a look that said you gonna go or… not to rush you out but instead to figure out why you were hanging around with your shared son behind local station bars. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, pausing before you explained absentmindedly. “Letting him sweat a bit.”

“You’re evil.” He commented dryly. 

“It’s why you married me.” You grinned. 

He huffed a soft yet dry laugh. He won’t even deny it. Your nature was one of the many reasons he’d fallen inlove with you in the first place. He knows how incredible of a mother you are. He’s cherished raising children with you. He’d never seen you so soft and loving. He sometimes still found it hard to believe you had married and had kids with him. 

But he was aware that you weren’t going to let this stint slide. 

“That’s why you’re here?” He quizzed, almost a little amused, though pissed that his son had done something so stupid. This would be something you two would discuss with him later. 

“Partially. But thought I'd tell you before Jack blabs at shiftchange.” You answered, not going to have spoken to him later about this. It was too important. And you knew Jack would’ve let him know this evening. Better if it comes from you. 

Jack has been a staple in your kids' lives since he’d met Robby years ago. When Robby had started working at PTMC as an attending, you’d been pregnant with your second child. When Jack had joined a few years later, your kids were 8 and 6 at the time. He’d immediately grown attached, loving them like they were his own. They adored him, not having a day without him since (minus when he’d been in the army and deployed). 

As much as he loves them, he made it clear he wouldn’t keep things from you and Robby. Especially when it’s important. He loved them. But he loves you both too. All of you are like his family. He wasn’t going to lie. 

“Good thinking.” He nodded, appreciative you’d told him instead of letting him be blindsited later. 

“I’ll head out.” You said, wanting to get this whole thing sorted and just get back home. Not like you’d go back to the office. Thankfully your appointments were all via zoom today, it helped. “Hopefully won’t take too long but i’ll let you know.”

“Alright, thanks.” Robby replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was something he always did when you’d separate for the day. “See you after work.”

“I love you.” You said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you, honey.”

You waved goodbye to him and Dana, turning back around and heading back to your car. 

“You’re married?” Santos blurted in disbelief, unable to keep it in. Whitaker nudged her with his elbow in panic, she should not have said that. 

He looks over at her, pulling the chain out from under his undershirt. The chain dangled with a gold band hanging from it. His wedding ring. “26 years.” 

He doesn’t hide he’s married. He just doesn’t find himself needing to share that information unwarranted. He loves his wife and kids but he prefers to keep his family outside of the workplace. So if he’s not prompted, he doesn't talk about them. 

“How… when … what?” Santos stammered, in disbelief he’s been married. To you. For 26 years. 

“You didn’t know?” Langdon quizzed the three as he wandered to the desk, amused at their shocked expressions.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the same way when you found out.” Dana mused, shooting Langdon a knowing look. 

He can’t even deny it. When he discovered his attending’s long-lasting marriage, he was shocked. The man didn’t seem emotionally capable. But must've been wrong. He’s grown to know that over the last few years when he’d seen you two interact. 

Robby is a man inlove. 

“How’d you meet?” Javadi mustered up the courage to ask, curious to hear how you’d met. Especially since you’d been married for so long. 

Robby huffed a laugh at the memory, recalling the evening you’d met. It was forever seared into his memory.

1995.

Robby was out with a couple of his med school classmates for a rare night out between rotations. Being a MS3 was intense, going from classroom to real direct-contact work with patients. 

The four of them were mostly sharing how their recent rotation had been. They’d all been put into different specialties. Paediatrics, orthopaedics, cardiology and gastroenterology. 

He was mid laugh when his eyes glanced over the room, eyes locking on you. It felt like his breath had been pulled from his lungs. 

You were out with friends for a monthly catch up. Since you’d both graduated and begun your career’s, you rarely get to spend time together. The two of you made it a point to organise a once a month where you’re both free to catch up in person. Talking on the phone can only do so much for a friendship sometimes. 

The two of you were chatting, discussing recent events in your lives. She was halfway through telling you about an incident at her new job. 

“God, can you believe it?” She said in disbelieving scoff. “I mean, who in their right mind thinks that it’s okay to show up drunk and deny the whole thing, it's just dumb to try and gaslight your boss.”

“That’s so fucked. Please tell me he was fired. Or at least suspended.” You said in disgust, already hating whoever this guy was.

“I wish.” Your friend shook her head in annoyance. She went to take a sip of her drink, to realise it was empty. “But I will say that I need another drink.”

“I’ll get some.” You said as you stood up with a chuckle, grabbing your wallet. Though you gave her a playfully pointed look. “Don’t venture anywhere.”

“No promises.” she teased, though not really planning to go anywhere. She was the type to just wander away without prompt. But honestly, so are you. She’s just worse than you, especially when intoxicated. 

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the tease, but accepted it. It's normal for the two of you, the teasing. But you do hope she won’t venture far if she decides to. 

You made your way to the bar, sliding up between a tall man and a woman, there being a gap. They weren’t interacting so you took it as a safe spot to choose. It didn’t take long for the bartender to make it to you, barely 30 seconds.

“What can I get for ya?” He asked, leaning forward slightly to make sure he could hear you. It wasn’t too loud but to be safe. 

“Vodka lemonade and a vodka coke please.” You asked kindly, always making sure to be nice to staff. He nodded and got to making the drinks.

Robby glanced down at you when he heard the honeyed voice. Oh shit. It’s you. He made an effort not to stare at you from a distance when he’d noticed you earlier. He’s not shy but he respects you’d been with a friend and he’d been with his. He barely noticed the bartender he’s spoken to before, placing the beers he’d asked for in front of him. 

“Thanks.” He said to the guy but he made no effort to move. He glanced down at you again, at the same time your eyes had flickered up to him. You gave him a smile before looking back ahead of you, eyes seemingly glancing around behind the bar. 

Robby’s attention went back to the bartender as he dug out a few bills and handed them over. He gestured with his head towards you besides him. “Her’s too.”

The bartender nodded, not really having much of a thought as he put the money through, conversing with the other bartender for what you’d asked for to figure out the total cost. 

Your head had snapped up towards him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. You’ve had guys offer to buy you drinks, your friend too. Though never had been quite as forward as this. 

“That’s awfully nice of you.” You commented dryly, looking up at him. You were a little suspicious. But you can't help but think of how gorgeous he is. It’s not actually fair. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He said honestly, offering you a grin that made your heart skip a beat. Fuck this guy. 

“But it got you talking to me.” He added a beat later, that breathtaking grin widening a smidge. 

“Ah, so that was your plan, huh?”

“No, kinda just happened in the moment.” He said with a shrug, grin not faltering. It wasn't a total lie. He had been thinking about ways he could start a conversation with you. He normally can do without ease. But you’d made him throw away the idea of using shitty pickup lines. 

“In the moment.” You chuckled, a grin of your own forming. Somehow you could tell it wasn’t a complete lie, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth. For not, you wouldn’t question it. As gorgeous as he is, you didn’t plan on hanging around long. You had your friend to get back to. 

“That hard to believe?” He teased, having noted you seemed to be somewhat amused. 

“Nope, but you can’t tell me you don’t already have a list of pick-up lines ready to go.” You joked, but half-meaning it. He was unfairly attractive and you’re sure he knew it. No doubt he could easily get a girl’s attention. 

The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Thanking him, you turned back to the man you’d been interacting with. 

“You got me.” He chuckled, not going to deny it. “But they don’t seem like something you’d be interested in”

“Now that's a line.” You laughed, grin turning into a genuine smile. 

That smile? That nearly stopped his heart. 

“Maybe it is.” He said with a light laugh, not denying but not having intended on it being that way. But really, anything to make sure you kept smiling like that. He leant his head slightly forward towards you, speaking in a conspiratorial murmur. “Did it work?”

“I’m not at liberty to answer that.” You chuckled, unwilling to admit that maybe it was. It might just be his pretty face. But you weren’t immune. 

“Besides, I have my friend to get back to.” You added, gesturing over to your friend. When your eyes landed on her, she seemed to be occupied with a guy. The two close together as they seemed in deep conversation. Good for her.

“Ah, that's one of mine.” he chuckled, eyes having followed where you’d directed and seeing it was one of his friends with your friend. He hadn’t quite anticipated his friend chatting with yours. But it certainly seemed to work in his favour here so he won’t complain. 

“Yeah?” You quizzed but weren’t completely convinced he hadn’t coordinated that. 

“Not my doing. Promise." He chuckled, raising his hands in faux-defence, sensing you thought it may have been. He meant it, genuinely not having a single thing to do with the situation. But he thought of it as good luck. 

Your eyes drifted back to him, eyebrows raised. You looked at him for a few beats before grabbing your friend's drink and one of his beers. “Don’t move.”

He didn’t say anything as you left him, and your own drink. Not a smart move but it hadn’t even occurred to you in the moment. You made your way back to the table your friend was at, placing the drinks down in front of her and her guest. You subtly winked at her before you turned back and headed towards the drink and man you’d left.

As you slid back besides him, he felt elated. He hadn’t felt this excited to just talk to a woman in well … ever. 

“Gonna tell me your name or am i gonna have to guess?”

“Michael. But you can call me Robby.”

“I don’t see how that correlates.” You mused, raising an eyebrow at him. You don't exactly see how those names worked together. Robby? You think Robert. 

“Robinavitch.” he explained with a chuckle, eyes dazzling. 

“Ah, gotcha.” You nodded with another light chuckle. Last name. You told him your name in return. 

He repeated your name, letting it roll off of his tongue. He liked it. It was your name after all. 

The two of you converesed. You discussed your lives, work, study, friends, hobbies. You discovered he was a third year med student, just completing a rotation in cardiology. He mentioned he liked the idea of emergency, wanting to help people at the hardest point of their lives. You respected it, understood it even. You were hanging onto every word he spoke, enjoying the words rolling off his lips and interested in what he was saying. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

He discovered you had graduated with a bachelor of psychology last year, now practising as such as you worked on completing your masters of clinical psychology. You explained how you want to conduct cognitive clinical assessments for patients who think they might have ADHD, autism and anything else that might support patients understand what is going on inside their brains. You didn’t go into details but you had admitted you’d had your own struggles with mental health. That being a huge part of wanting to support others with theirs. You wanted to work in a few areas of psychology, he had gathered. 

You two spoke for hours. Literally hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. You joked, had serious topics at hand and discussed absolutely anything either of you could think of. 

You checked the time on the wall with a glance, realising it was nearing 12am. God, you’d been talking to him since about 9, knowing you’d been here since at least 8 when you and your friend had arrived. Neither of you even touched your drinks, both just sitting there useless. 

“Not to cut this short…” You said with a light huff as you got up from the seat you’d been on. Eventually the two of you had drifted to an empty table, finding it more comfortable to be seated as you chatted. But he would’ve happily stood there in discomfort if he got to hear your voice. Not that he’d admit that. “...but I should go, it's nearly 12.”

He looked at the clock as you spoke, eyes widening in surprise. It had been 3 hours? That’s how long he’d been talking to you. It felt like it had been 30 minutes. His eyes drifted back to you, not going to argue. He should probably find out if his friends are still here or not. You’d both noticed yours and his friend leaving earlier, so you didn’t need to worry about her being alone. 

“Yeah, it was great talking to you.” He said with a soft smile. He was disappointed you were leaving but he understood. And he wasn’t going to make assumptions. Not with you. Other women he may have made some sort of line, getting them to go home with him or vice versa to never see them again the next day. But he didn’t want to do that with you. 

“You too.” You replied with a smile of your own. “Bye, Michael.”

“Bye.” He smiled, his lips tugging wider at the use of his first name. Not his nickname. But his name. He watched as you waved and made your exit, eyes trailing you as you walking out the front door. He let out a small sigh, disappointed you were gone. He realised a moment later that he hadn’t even asked for your number. The thought slipped. Likely to avoid the anxiety. He;d never been anxious to ask a girl for her number before. 

Meanwhile, the cold air was a welcomed slap to the face from the heat of inside the bar. It was soothing. But you couldn’t help the disappointment you felt. You had really begun to like him. You’d spoken for hours. Not like you’d spilled your entire life story. But still, you thought something was there. Something you hadn’t felt before. Not with your exes. 

You became annoyed. Had he not felt that? Or did he? Either way, he didn’t ask for any form of contact details for you. 

With a huff, you turned back inside and marched towards him. 

Robby was shocked when he saw your figure storming towards him. He had just stood up to go in search for his friends. 

“Okay. We have something. There’s this … this… I don't know … spark. It's there.” You ranted, eyes wide as you looked up at him. You wished you could blame it on the alcohol because this was not something you did. But you couldn’t help but blurt this at him. You can be embarrassed later. “We’ve been talking for hours. Literal hours. And you don’t ask for my number? Seriously? What the fuck?!”

His eyes were wide in shock as you spoke before softening. He hadn't exactly anticipated you running back to tell him off. It was hot. A soft grin tugged at his lips at each word you said. 

“What?” You asked him in annoyance, arms now crossed over your chest. 

“Is it too late to ask for your number?” He questioned, a hint of tease mixed in the hope in his voice. He had wanted to ask but had been caught off guard by you leaving. He was nervous at the prospect. What if you’d said no? That’d have just about broken his heart. 

“You’re asking now?” You asked dryly. “Because I yelled at you?”

“First, you didn't yell. You firmly stated your annoyance.” He corrected genuinely but firmly  “second, i wanted to but i got nervous.”

“Nervous?” you quizzed, not quite believing that. He hadn’t been nervous the entire time you’d spoken to him. Not openly anyways. 

“Yeah. Nervous.” He admitted without shame. “Beautiful girl I've been talking to all night rejects me? That's nerve-wrecking.”

“Enough with the lines.” You responded dryly. He hadn’t really given you lines but that didn’t automatically exclude him from going to use them. 

“Not a line. I'm serious.” Robby said, sincerity seeping through his voice. His eyes didn’t leave yours. He wanted you to know he wasn’t trying to be smooth. Just honest. 

You stared at him for a few moments, debating if you could trust it. He sounded painfully sincere. You don’t think you can fake this kind of honestly. 

“Still want my number?”

Present. 

“I love her.” Javadi rushed out immediately, then flushing with embarrassment as she realised she said that outloud. Her hand covered her mouth in shock at her own words. 

Robby just chuckled, which surprised her and the two residents. 

“She’s incredible.” He commented fondly. His mind reeled with thoughts of you. Both from recent years and the early times of your relationship. 

“Careful, you’re sounding human.” Dana joked, though she had grown fond of the dynamic between you and the attending. He was practically a different person with you. Your kids too. 

“Don’t let my daughter hear that, she’ll use it against me.” He joked back, having broken out of his thoughts and preferring the humour based dynamic in the workplace. He didn’t need to be vulnerable here. Not about his family.

Before anyone could respond, he headed off. Intending to see a patient, check in to see how his residents are doing. But he’d instead slowed his moments and pulled out his phone, pulling up your text chain.  

Husband <3: if he claims he was dared, you’re going to let me eat you out Wife: if he says that he’s made a mistake and won’t do it again, you’ll eat me out Husband <3: deal

“I’m sorry … DAUGHTER?!” 

He heard the disbelief of his resident, ignoring the question and instead pocketing his phone continuing on his day. He’s the chief attending here. At home? He’s just a man who’s obsessed with his wife.

© queensinxs 2026.

[jadeittic]

Paperclips

summary: two exhausted doctors fall in love through stolen paperclips, shared chai, and the quiet understanding built during endless night shifts.

pairing: jack abbot + resident!fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings/tags: nothings, apart from kissing and mentions of condoms. nicknames used were sheru meaning lion, and sona meaning gold.

notes: based on this ask from anon, tysm for requesting!

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Jack Abbot had a habit of stealing paperclips. Not the cheap, flimsy ones—no, he'd pluck the sturdy, coated ones from Lena's table from when she wasn't looking, twisting them absentmindedly between his fingers durring lulls in the ER's chaos.

It was a quirk you noticed on your third night shift with him, and by your fifth, you started leaving a small pile of them by his clipboard, just to see the way his eyebrows would hitch up, amused.

"You're enabling me, Sona," he said one night, pocket the clips with a grin. The nickname had stuck after he caught you humming under your breath—some half-remembered poem your grandmother used to recite.

He didn't ask what it meant. He just started calling you that, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The night shift ran on coffee, but you hated the stuff. You'd grimace through it when you had to, but Jack began leaving a thermos of chai on your desk—sweet, cardamom-laced, exactly how you liked it.

The first time, you blinked at it, then at him across the room, where he was pretending very hard not to watch for your reaction. You took a sip and he smirked into his own mug like he'd won something.

You fell into a rhythm without ever discussing it. He'd nudge an extra sandwich your way when you forgot to eat. The other residents called you "Mom and Dad" behind your backs.

It wasn't just the little things—it was the way Jack could glance at you mid-chaos and know, instantly, if you were drowning. A tilt of his head toward an empty room was all it took for you to slip away, steal five minutes to breathe before jumping back in.

The first time you called him Sheru to his face, it slipped out during a particularly brutal trauma case—a motorcycle accident with too much blood and not enough time.

Jack had been elbow-deep in the mess, barking orders with that razor-sharp focus of his, when you caught the way his hands hesitated for half a second before clamping down on a bleeder.

"Hey," you murmured, pressing a fresh clamp into his palm, your fingers brushing his wrist. "Sheru, look at me." His head snapped up, startled, but you held his gaze.

"Breathe." And he did. Later, he wouldn't remember why it grounded him so thoroughly, only that it did, and that he'd started answering to the name without question.

Sona and Sheru stuck like the paperclips in Jack's pockets. Jack called you one evening when you stumbled into the break room, eyes bleary from a double shift.

"Sona," he'd said, deadpan, sliding a container of your mother's leftovers toward you—because of course he'd somehow sweet-talked your mother into sending him home with food.

You had groaned, thunking your forehead against the table. "You're insufferable."

"And yet," he said nudging the food closer, "you tolerate me."

Across the ER, Shen watched you with wide eyes as Jack plucked your stethoscope from your shoulders without asking and looped it around his neck.

"Uh," Shen whispered to Mateo at the med cart, "are they...?" Mateo didn't glance up from the IV bags. "Don't ask, man."

The unspoken rules piled up like snowdrifts. Jack’s coffee was to be made with exactly two sugars, no more, no less, or he’d drink it black with that particular quiet sulk that made the interns nervous.

Your trauma bay was always stocked with spare gauze tucked behind the suture kit because you hated turning away to grab more mid-stitch.

Then came the night the ambulance brought in Mr. Velasco, seventy-two years old and gray as old dishwater, his breathing ragged. Jack took one look at the EKG and went very still.

You saw the flicker in his jaw—the same tell he’d had when his hands hesitated during that motorcycle accident months ago. Without thinking, you stepped into his space, your shoulder pressing against his bicep as you reached for the man’s wrist.

"Sheru," you said softly, so only he could hear. The pet name hung between them, heavier than usual. Jack exhaled sharply through his nose and snapped into motion, calling for epinephrine, his voice steady again. But his fingers lingered against yours for half a heartbeat as she passed him the syringe.

The syringe slipped from your fingers just as Jack’s hand closed around it—a clumsy, sleep-deprived fumble that should’ve sent it clattering to the floor. Instead, his palm cupped yours instinctively, trapping the plastic between your skin.

For a breathless second, the ER’s chaos muted around you. Then Mr. Velasco groaned, and the moment shattered. Jack administered the dose with practiced efficiency, but you caught the way his thumb brushed your knuckle before pulling away.

Later, when the shift bled into that hazy 4 AM lull, you found Jack slumped in the break room, his forehead resting against the vending machine’s humming glass.

You wordlessly pressed a cup of chai into his hands—his, this time, steeped bitter and strong—and leaned against the machine beside him. Your shoulders touched. Neither moved away.

"You good?" you asked, staring at the ceiling’s flickering fluorescent light.

Jack snorted. "Peachy." He sipped the chai, made a face, then drank deeper. "You?"

You let your head thunk back against the vending machine, the vibration of the motor humming through your skull. "I think Diaz thinks we're sleeping together," you muttered.

Jack choked on his chai. "What?"

"He asked Ellis where we—" You waved a hand between you "—keep the condoms. Apparently she thinks the supply closet is for more than just saline bags."

The silence that followed was thick enough to suture. Jack stared into his cup like it held the secrets of the universe. Then, with the gravity of a man delivering a terminal diagnosis, he said, "We don’t even have a supply closet hookup spot. Amateur hour."

You burst out laughing. Jack’s mouth twitched, then split into that lopsided grin that made the nurses’ station collectively sigh. "I mean," he continued, swirling the dregs of his chai, "if we’re gonna get accused of workplace indecency, the least we could do is commit properly. Supply closet’s got that leaky pipe, it’s basically a workplace hazard—"

"Stop," You wheezed, pressing your palms to your eyes. Your shoulders shook. "I can’t—the mental image—"

Jack nudged your foot with his sneaker. "What, you don’t dream about me and rusty plumbing?"

You peeked through your fingers. His grin was all teeth, but his ears had gone pink.

Your laughter faded into a breathless silence, your fingers still half-covering your face. The vending machine hummed between you, its fluorescent light flickering across Jack’s cheekbones in a way that made your stomach do something inconvenient.

You dropped your hands, suddenly aware of how close you were.

Jack cleared his throat, abruptly fascinated by his chai cup. "So," he said, dragging a thumb along the rim. "We should probably address the elephant in the room."

Your pulse skittered. "Which one?"

"The fact that Crus has a betting pool going on when we’ll finally—" He made a vague gesture with his free hand.

Your breath caught. “A betting pool?”

“Twenty bucks says we kiss by Christmas,” Jack said, his tone carefully neutral, but his fingers tightened around the cup. “Diaz put money on New Year’s. Parker is holding out for some dramatic trauma bay confession.”

You snorted, but your ribs felt too tight. “And what do you think?”

Jack finally turned his head, his gaze skimming your face like he was memorizing the slope of your nose, the way your lower lip always caught between your teeth when you were nervous.

“I think,” he said slowly, “if we’re gonna prove them right, we should at least get a cut of the pot.”

Jack's words hung there—teasing but edged with something you couldn’t name. The vending machine’s hum filled the silence as you studied his profile, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

You should say something flippant, something safe. Instead, you heard yourself whisper, "What if I don’t want to share?"

Jack went perfectly still. The cup trembled faintly in his grip before he set it down with deliberate care. When he turned to face you fully, his knee bumped yours, and neither of you pulled away. "Sona," he started, then stopped, his voice rougher than usual.

The overhead light flickered again, casting his expression into sharp relief—the way his eyes darkened, the tension in his jaw. Your fingers twitched with the urge to smooth it away.

Jack exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers curling around the edge of the vending machine. "You're killing me here, Sona." You watched the way his throat worked as he swallowed, the pulse jumping beneath his skin.

You should’ve looked away. Should’ve deflected with a joke about shift delirium or the hospital’s terrible ventilation. Instead, you reached out and plucked a stray paperclip from his scrub pocket, holding it up between them like a question.

"You’ve been stealing these since my first week," you said, your voice steadier than you felt. "I never asked why."

Jack’s gaze dropped to the twisted metal in your fingers. "They’re useful," he muttered. "Good for—" He gestured vaguely. "Things."

"Things," you repeated flatly.

Jack’s fingers closed around yours, paperclip and all. His palm was warm, calloused from years of sutures and late-night charting. "Alright, fine," he said, voice low. "I keep them because they’re—" He hesitated, then huffed a laugh. "Because the first time I saw you, you were fixing the hem of your scrubs with one. Bent it into a hook like it was nothing. I thought, Damn, she’s resourceful."

You blinked. That had been months ago, during your very first shift. You'd forgotten entirely. "You remember that?"

"Remember?" Jack’s thumb brushed the inside of your wrist, hesitant. "I noticed. Every damn thing. The way you hum when you’re concentrating. How you tap your pen twice before signing off on charts. That you take exactly three sips of chai before it’s cool enough to drink properly." His grip tightened, just shy of painful. "I notice, Sona. Too much."

The confession hung between them, raw and unvarnished. Your pulse thundered in your ears. "I noticed you stealing them. Left extras because I liked watching your face when you found them."

Jack’s grip on your hand went slack with surprise. The paperclip clattered to the floor between them, its metallic ping absurdly loud in the quiet break room. For a heartbeat, you both stared at it—this tiny, twisted thing that had somehow become your silent currency—before you lifted your gaze to his.

His expression was unreadable, but his breathing had gone shallow. "You—" He stopped, swallowed. "You left them on purpose?"

You didn’t blink. "Every time."

Something fractured in Jack’s posture then—the careful, clinical distance he wore like a second skin. His free hand came up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing the apple of her cheek with a reverence that made yout knees weak.

"You’re killing me," he’d said, but it was your chest that ached, yout ribs too tight around a heartbeat gone wild. The paperclip lay forgotten at your feet.

You curled your fingers into the front of his scrubs, the fabric soft and worn under your grip. "Sheru," you whispered, and watched his pupils dilate at the name.

Jack exhaled sharply, his forehead tipping forward to brush against yours. "Say it again," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

"Sheru," you repeated, softer this time, testing the shape of it between them like a suture pulling skin together. His fingers tightened imperceptibly against your jaw.

Your thumb brushed the hollow of his collarbone through the thin fabric, and Jack broke. "You know what you do to me," he rasped, forehead still pressed to yours, eyes squeezed shut like he could ward off the truth. "You’ve always known."

Jack’s laugh was rough, self-deprecating. "I kept the damn paperclips because they were yours. Because for one second, I could pretend you left them just for me." His thumb traced the curve of your ears, achingly tender. "Pathetic, right?"

His thumb still traced your cheekbone with a hesitancy that belied his usual confidence, as if she might dissolve beneath his touch.You leaned into his palm, your grip on his scrubs tightening. "Pathetic?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sheru, I did leave them for you."

Jack went rigid against you. His exhale shuddered against your lips. "Don’t—"

"Every single one," you continued, pressing closer until your foreheads bumped. "Because I wanted to see that stupid smirk when you found them."

Your fingers uncurled from his scrubs to flatten against his chest, feeling the frantic thud beneath his ribs. "Because I noticed you noticing me."

A strangled noise escaped him. His fingers slid into your hair, twisting gently at the roots as if to anchor himself. "Baby," he breathed, and it sounded like surrender.

Jack’s fingers trembled against your scalp, his breath uneven against yourlips. Reshma could feel the way his pulse raced under your palm—wild and untamed, like the first time you'd seen him in a trauma bay, all sharp focus and controlled chaos.

But now, here in the break room’s flickering half-light, he was unraveling at the edges, and it was your doing. The realization sent a thrill down your spine.

"You noticed me noticing you," he repeated hoarsely, as if the words were a revelation. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, feather-light. "That’s—" He swallowed hard. "That’s unfair."

You arched an eyebrow. "Unfair?"

"Yeah." Jack’s voice dropped to a rough whisper. "Because now I have to say it out loud." His grip tightened in your hair, not enough to hurt—just enough to feel.

"I’m in love with you. Have been for—hell, I don’t even know how long. Since before the paperclips. Since before Sheru. Since you walked in here with your stupidly perfect sutures and that damn humming—"

You kissed him.

It wasn’t graceful. Your noses bumped, your teeth catching his lower lip in your haste, but Jack made a sound low in his throat and pulled you closer, his hands sliding down to grip your hips as if you might vanish.

The vending machine rattled behind you, its humming drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You tasted chai and exhaustion and something indefinably Jack—sharp and warm and familiar as the scrubs twisted in your fists.

When you broke apart, Jack’s pupils were blown wide, his lips parted like he’d forgotten how to breathe. You pressed your forehead to his, your own breath coming in short, unsteady bursts.

"Say it again," you murmured.

Jack huffed a laugh, his fingers flexing against your waist. "Which part? The ‘I’m in love with you’ or the ‘your sutures are stupidly perfect’?"

You pinched his side, grinning when he yelped. "The important part, Sheru."

He caught your wrist, pressing your palm flat against his chest where his heart still raced. "I love you," he said, slower this time, savoring the words like they were stolen. "Even when you’re stealing my paperclips."

You snorted. "Your paperclips?"

Jack kissed you again—softer now, lingering at the corner of your mouth where his thumb had brushed moments before.

"Yours," he murmured against your skin. "Mine. Whatever." His lips traced the hinge of your jaw, the shell of your ear.

"Just don’t stop leaving them."

thank you for reaching until the end! i'd love to know what you thought about this story anddddd if you'd like to see more ;)

[esotericcherub]

CROSSROADS

after the death of readers bestfriend that she was treating in the er, jack comforts reader afterwards in a slightly unconventional way.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: tw!death, grieving, mentions of blood/vomiting,reader is a resident, age gap, slight power imbalance, kissing, pet names (sunshine, etc), y/n used sometimes but very rarely, smut, unprotected p n v, fingering.

wc: 3.4k

a/n: this is probably the saddest thing i’ve ever written, im sorry my first jack smut had to be this way lmao. i know it might seem wrong, but just remember it was moment of vulnerability and grief and they needed eachother more than ever!!

You were on a night shift rotation for this month. So far this evening, the ER had been hectic. The Saturday night into early Sunday morning has been the busiest hours by far. Things started to pick up around Eleven PM, the time the majority of people were either returning home from the club or just getting into the club.

The ER was flooded with quite a few drunk people, most of them only had injuries like small head and hand lacs from tripping over and falling on the concrete. There were only two people who had drank too much and had to have their stomachs pumped, you will never get the sight of charcoal mixed with vomit out of your head and the smell. However, there were the occasional more serious injuries.

Right now was one of them.

“Jane Doe. Found on the sidewalk covered in her own vomit and beaten black and blue. She’s been going in and out of consciousness the whole ride here, showing signs of altered mental state. Hasn’t told us her name or age, no ID on her!” The EMT announced, bursting through the door with the gurney.

You jumped into action immediately, grabbing hold of the rails and guiding it into an empty trauma room. Jack, Parker, and Vivi assisted too.

“On my count!” Jack shouted, you all took hold of the gurney and moved it onto the bed when Jack prompted. You got to work, grabbing multiple things.

“Oh my god.” You said, freezing up recognising who was lying on the bed before you. Your blood ran cold and you felt like bursting out into tears right then and there.

“Dr. Y/N?” Parker said softly, her eyes full of concern but you couldn’t say anything. Your eyes were trained on the person in front of you.

“Do you know her?” Jack asked, moving around her quickly.

“Lola Taylor, 27.” You said for the first time in two minutes, trying to keep your voice stable. You looked down at Lola on the bed, she was conscious for right now and was looking at you with wide eyes. Everyone in the room was staring at you, urging you to continue.

“My best friend." You said finally, your voice betraying your voice cracked on the word bestfriend. Instantly all heads turned to you, eyes wide in alarm and worry.

Lola was your best friend all through Med school and was a qualified doctor like you, except she was at Presbyterian. Although you didn’t see her as often anymore, you still considered her your best friend and tried to meet up with her as regularly as you could.

“Y/N.” Lola said quietly, her voice scratchy and low. Lola was staring at you wide eyed, you could tell she was terrified.

“You don’t need to be on this case if you don’t want to.” Jack said quietly, his eyes softening when he met your glassy ones. “No, I want to be on this.” You said firmly. Everyone in the room stared at each other and then back to you cautiously, Jack simply nodded, respecting your decision.

Lola reached out her hand in search for yours, you immediately slid your hand in hers. Lola’s hand tightened around yours, not wanting to let you go.

“I’m here,” You said softly. “We’re going to catch the bastard that did this.” You said, this time with a hardness in your voice.

“Please.” Lola said hoarsely. “Don’t try to talk. We’re going to intubate you now,” You said, hearing everyone buzz around you announcing Lola’s stats on the monitors. Her pulse dropping each time, you tried your hardest to tune them out and hold out hope for your best friend.

“Please don’t leave me.” Lola cried, her voice the loudest and most sure it had been the whole time. “I won’t.” You promised and she nodded slightly, you bent down and kissed her on the forehead, a gentle gesture to show her your promise.

“Do you want to intubate?” Jack asked, handing over the tools to you. You nodded, taking the Laryngoscope and putting it into Lola’s mouth visualising the cords before grabbing the Endotracheal tube and feeding it through her vocal cords.

“I’m in.” You breathe out. You return back to Lola’s side, her eyes now shut. You run your hand over her hair, stroking it gently. She always loved when you ran your fingers through her hair when you were both laid up on the couch watching a movie together.

Everyone worked around you treating Lola’s various injuries, Jack let you stay by her side not commenting on it or reprimanding you for not treating her like everyone else was. He let you have this moment, that could potentially be her last.

Lola’s monitors start beeping rapidly, everyone around you moving quickly and in various stages of panic. You look at her monitors and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. You hope for your best friend was dwindling by the second.

“She’s in VFib!” Parker shouted. You sprung into action immediately, positioning yourself upright on Lola’s bed and beginning chest compressions.

After around five minutes of CPR, she was still in VFib and nothing was working.

“Why isn’t she stabilising?” You shouted to no one in particular, the universe maybe.

Just then, Lola began flatlining. You continued with CPR, she was not dying. You felt Lola’s ribs crack with the pressure of your compressions, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“Y/N.” Jack said in a grave voice, you knew what that voice meant.

“Someone give me the paddles!” You shouted, no one moved. “Now!”

One of the nurses moved around and grabbed the defibrillator. “Charging to 200. Clear!” She announced. You shocked Lola but nothing changed, you glanced up into the monitor with panic and changed to doing chest compressions once again.

“Charge to 300! Please!” You ordered, everyone else had taken a step back but Jack was looking at you with so much worry in his eyes that you tried desperately to ignore.

You shocked her again but once again there was no change.

“These are fucking useless.” You cried, discarding the paddles and continuing compressions.

Lola was still flatlining, there hadn’t been any change in minutes and you were dreading it if she never got a rhythm again.

“How long’s the patient been down?” You heard Robby say, his shift must have just started. You felt like screaming out that Lola has a name, her being referred to as ‘the patient’ was jarring.

“Twenty minutes.” Jack mumbled.

Robby stood in front of you, looking at you softly similarly to how Jack did. “Y/N.” He calls out. “No.” You dismiss, knowing what he was about to say.

“Stop.” Robby said a bit more firmly but you didn’t listen, you were still doing CPR. You looked down into Lola’s lifeless face and limp body, the ache in your heart becoming too much to bare.

“Call it.” Robby ordered. You listened and took your hands off of Lola’s chest, glancing up to the clock on the wall. Feeling a singular tear trickle down your cheek at the time on the wall, it was Lola’s birthday you suddenly remembered.

“Time of Death. 06:48.” You said utterly defeated. The sound of the flatlining on the monitors making you want to pull the plug out of the wall and wreck the room, this wasn’t fair.

You stepped down from your place on her bed and snapped your gloves off, throwing them in the bin and storming out of the room.

You got multiple curious and sad looks as you stormed through the ED, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone right now.

You walked into the locker rooms and threw yourself down on the benches, letting out the most guttural sob that shocked even you. You tucked your knees under your chin, rocking yourself back and forth slightly.

Your throat ached from the massive lump you felt like you had in it and the scratchiness from your sobs. Your cheeks were red raw and stained from your streaks of tears.

You were sitting motionless, staring at the same poster on the wall, not letting your eyes leave it for a second.

You heard the door creak open, you were too exhausted to even pretend that you weren’t crying.

Jack walked in and you let out a little sigh, relieved that it was him and not anyone else. “Sunshine.” Jack said softly, taking a seat next to you and pulling you into his side. You leaned into his touch, feeling your tears start up once again.

Jack didn’t say anything and you were beyond grateful for that, you were sure you couldn’t get out any words right now if you tried.

You sat like that for a little bit, Jack stroking your hair gently and making sure it was out of your face, similarly to how you were doing with Lola.

“Do you want to go see her?” Jack asked softly and cautiously, looking at you to gauge your reaction. You nodded and stood up, not saying anything else.

Even though you knew the way back to the room that Lola was in, Jack still took you back. Placing a comforting hand on the small of your back, guiding you gently.

“I need to call her parents and sister. Oh god.” You choked, placing a hand over your mouth. You had stopped abruptly outside of the room, feeling as if you couldn’t move. It felt as though your feet were melted into the ground.

“I’ll handle that.” Jack reassured. “No. I should do it.” You nodded, Jack nodded back in understanding.

“It was her birthday today.” You said suddenly looking in through at Lola through the small glass window, the weight of that statement weighing heavily on the two of you. Jacks face contorted in something you couldn’t quite decipher, pain?

“She just turned 28 and she brutally fucking attacked and left.” You cried, your fists clenching in frustration and sadness.

Jack let the silence stretch for a few moments, figuring you needed it.

“I’ll be outside if you need me.” Jack smiled softly. “You don’t need to wait on me, our shift is over, you shouldn't deprive yourself of sleep any longer.” You said, feeling guilty.

“I’m taking you home. I’m here for you, always.” Jack said in a firmer tone. You nodded and walked into the room.

All of the IVs had been taken out and all of the monitors disconnected. The blood on her skin had been cleaned up the best it could, but there were still pools of blood with footprints in it on the floor. The only thing that remained was the intubation tube in her mouth.

You took her hand in yours. Her skin was so cold and her hand so limp, it was so disconcerting. You were waiting for the moment when Lola would flex her fingers in yours and crush your hand to the point you yelped, but it never came.

You had just gotten off the phone with Lola’s parents, the phone call was a mix of emotions and something you never want to do again. You had walked out into the hall to take the call, leaving Jack in your living room.

You walk back in the room silently, when Jack notices you come back he straightens, instinctively going to stand up but you throw yourself down on the couch.

“I’m not doing that ever again.” You sniffled, Jack lifted up his arm so you could slot easily in the crook of his arm. “I would’ve done it for you.” Jack said softly, kissing your hair and running his fingers through it.

“It would have sounded robotic coming from anyone else, I knew Lola so well. I was close with her family.” You said, blowing out a breath of air.

You laid like that with Jack for a while, your legs curled up and your feet tucked beneath you, almost as if you were in the fetal position.

“I’m taking you to bed.” Jack announced, but you didn’t argue with him. You were exhausted, this day was already emotionally tormenting and it had just started.

You felt weird going to bed right now, it was only morning but night shift and the death of your best friend had floored you.

You led Jack down to your bedroom even though he was the one taking you to bed. Jack turned his back on you respectively so that you could change into pyjamas.

You weren’t digging for any specific pyjamas, you just pulled out the pair that was sitting on top. You let Jack know it was safe to turn around, you paced around your room like a mad woman. You put the clothes that you were wearing into a pile on your desk chair, grabbed your hair brush and brushed your hair so it was free of knots and put it up into a bun, put deodorant on even though you were going to sleep.

You were trying to have some sense of normalcy, not wanting to disrupt the routine that you had so carefully curated. If anything was out of place, you were positive you would erupt and breakdown. You knew the grief hadn’t fully settled in yet, sure you had cried but it still hadn’t hit you.

Jack's eyes nearly popped out of his head at what you were wearing. You were wearing a matching silk two piece that accentuated every curve that you had, it did wonders for you. He knew how inappropriate it was to think of you in this way right now given the circumstances, so he gave himself a shake.

“Stop.” Jack said gently, taking the deodorant can out of your hands and setting it back down. “I don’t know how to.” You confess staring up at Jack. Jacks heart hurt more than anything for you right now, your eyes were so sad and pleading.

Wordlessly, Jack led you to your bed. He pulled the duvet back and grabbed your legs, sliding them under before he put the duvet over you.

You could do all of this yourself, but someone else taking care of you for once was nice.

“You can come in beside me… If you want?” You said shyly, patting the empty spot next to you. “I couldn’t…” Jack trailed off, However, the offer was very tempting. Jack felt as though he was dead on his feet.

“Please.” You said. The desperation in your tone mixed with how tired he was, made Jack give in. Jack took off his trousers and t-shirt before sliding in next to you, something that would usually make you widen your eyes.

You positioned yourself into an upright position, so that you were sat on your knees slightly towering above Jack. You didn’t say anything, you just looked at Jack with a different look than normal. He knew what you needed.

“I need you,” You begged, inching closer to his lips. Jack was hesitant at first, but he knew you needed this. “Me too.” Jack groaned, putting a hand around the back of your neck and pulling you down to his level.

You moaned in surprise at the roughness of his lips grazing against yours. You moved your lips in sync with Jacks, matching his rhythm. However, Jack now let you set the pace.

The kiss had become less hungry and more pleading and soft. Jack slid his tongue in your mouth, which you gladly accepted swirling his tongue with yours.

Jack slid himself further up your bed so he was sitting, he still had his lips planted firmly on yours. Jack placed two large hands on your hands and manhandled you so that you were on his lap, directly on his crotch.

The erection in his boxers was growing, so you began grinding down on him with your clothed core. You were desperate for any contact with Jack, he groaned and dug his fingernails into your hips to get you to stop.

“Please.” You whined, feeling an orgasm already building up. “Let me take care of you, okay?” Jack said, rubbing his hand up and down your arms. “Okay.” You whispered.

Jack pulled your panties to the side, you were already dripping. “You’re soaked for me, sweetheart.” Jack smiled. “Mhm.” You moaned as Jack ran his middle finger teasingly up and down your slit.

Jack's finger hovered over your hole, grazing it ever so slightly which made you flinch and then eventually grumble in annoyance, Jack finding it amusing. Jack did not give you any warning before plunging a finger into you, pumping in and out.

You moaned lowly at the feeling of his finger inside of you. Once you had just become accustomed to the feeling of his finger inside, Jack adds a second thing in with his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time. This sent you over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moan, your jaw dropping at how Jack was managing to hit every spot with only his fingers. “It’s okay, kid.” Jack reassured as he picked up his face.

You felt your orgasm come crashing down all at once, you came all over Jack's fingers and felt slightly guilt at all of the mess you made. Jack however, had no complaints. He sucked his fingers clean without being prompted to, which made your jaw drop.

You pulled Jack's boxers down where his angry red cock sprang free, throbbing and leaking with pre cum. You gawked at the sight of his cock. Jack was big and not to mention, wide with angry veins.

You whimpered a little at the idea of that being inside. Jack sensing your worry, chuckled lowly. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.”

Jack flipped you around so that you were laying flat on your back with him towering above you. Jack dove his head downwards and took of your panties with his teeth before you kicked them off when they were at your ankles.

Jack kissed up the inside of your thighs, nibbling slightly when he got close to your core. He flung your legs over his shoulders and positioned himself directly in line with your hole.

“You’re already nice and stretched for me, baby.” Jack smirked, sensing the apprehension on your face.

Jack pushed into you slowly, stopping to give you a moment. You nodded when it was okay for him to go in further, eventually you gripped his hips and pushed the rest of him into you.

Your jaw dropped as Jack hit your G spot almost immediately. Jack's thrusts started off slowly and unsure but the more you adjusted to him and started moving yourself up and down on his cock, is when Jack thrust into you fast and steadily.

The sound of his balls hitting against your skin filled the room as he thrust into you relentlessly. Jack gripped the headboard above your head for steadiness but it also allowed for him to hit you right every time.

Jack had you practically folded as his chest kept hitting the back of your knees, causing your legs to bend and hit your own chest.

“Oh Jack.” You moaned loudly, unable to contain yourself. “I know, baby.” Jack sympathised, groaning loudly with you.

“I’m close.” You whine as you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your gut, threatening to break at any moment. Your legs shook from their position on Jack's shoulders. “Let go, I got you.” Jack said slowly, talking you through your orgasm.

You nodded firmly. Your orgasm washed over you, making you see stars and clench around Jack's cock.

“Fuck, you can’t do that.” Jack shuddered, his thrusts becoming out of sync.

Jack's own orgasm hit him and his hips stuttered as he shot ropes of cum into you, moaning as he pumped his cock in and out of you.

Jack lay on top of you for a moment, his cock still inside of you not wanting this closeness to end. You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him.

Jack pulled out of you slowly, with a small ‘pop’. You whined at the sudden loss of contact and lack of warmth.

Jack rolled onto his back beside you. He glanced over at you, you were staring up at the ceiling your chest heaving.

“C’mere.” Jack said softly, pulling your body so that you were pressed against his chest. You didn’t fight or say anything, you were just grateful that he was here for you right now.

Jack put the duvet over the two of you, heating you both up. Jack traced small circles on your back as he felt your body shake with small sobs.

He didn’t say anything, just continued doing anything to let you know he was here and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Let’s get some sleep, eh?” Jack asked, looking down at you.

“I’d like that.” You sniffled, swiping your tears away. You pressed yourself further into Jack's body, wanting to crawl into his skin where you knew you’d be safe forever.

[esotericcherub]

LITTLE LOVE

reader and robby are settling into parenthood with baby willa !

pairing: michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

warnings: fluff, baby stuff, kissing, establish relationship, age gap, pet names (sweetheart), everyone has baby fever

a/n: we need more dad!robby fics!!! and i am here to provide 😌 i also visited my cousin and her new baby and it gave me majorrrr baby fever.

this is part 2, check out part 1 first!

“She’s just such a little squish!”Trinity exclaimed, running a finger up and down Willa's soft cheek. Willa was currently balanced on Trinity’s knees while you were curled up next to Trinity with your head on her shoulder, Dennis was laying at your feet.

Trinity and Dennis had the day off work which you were thankful for, being on maternity leave and being alone all day was a part of maternity leave you didn’t like. Robby had tried to get more time off to spend with you and Willa, but he was only allowed two weeks off. The hospital tried to claim he was only allowed two weeks off because it was “too last minute”. You and Robby both grumbled about their idioticness, you couldn’t exactly help you had a cryptic pregnancy.

Robby had been great with you and Willa, on Robby’s days off you went over to his apartment and stayed there. Robby only had a small box room, but it worked for Willa's nursery. You knew you would have to move out soon as all of Willa's belongings were crammed in your room and soon she would accumulate more stuff. You just weren’t ready to move in with Robby yet.

“I already want another one.” You pouted, looking down at Willas tiny frame. She had dark thick hair like Robby’s, but she resembled you a lot. “Willas only five weeks old!” Dennis lightly scolded.

“I know! But I sure am going to miss this stage. She’s already growing so fast.” You said, smiling down at her. “She is such a… content baby,” Trinity said, lightly swaying Willa back and forth. “I honestly thought that she would keep us up. But I’ve slept like a baby!”

“I was so worried that you would both kick me out, but even I’m surprised that I'm managing to get as much sleep as I do.” You laughed, Trinity wordlessly passed Willa back to you. Willa nuzzled into the crook of your arm immediately, sensing that she was back in her mothers arms. You pressed a soft kiss into her hair and gazed down into her eyes lovingly.

“So… is anyone up for another episode of Girls?” Trinity asked, flicking onto the streaming app. “Always.” You smiled. “That’s too much for Willas ears!” Dennis exclaimed slightly panicked.

“She’s five weeks old huckleberry, She’s only just began seeing faces for the first time. I doubt Willas going to remember her first episode of Girls.” Trinity deadpanned.

“You never know.” Dennis mumbled, you laughed affectionately at him. You stood up and put Willa down in her bassinet that you had brought into the living room, your heart hurt when she was away from you if she was just in the other room. Willa made little baby sounds as you placed her down, but she eventually self soothed and was sleeping in an instant.

You settled back to your previous position on the couch, grabbing a blanket and tucking it under your chin. You tried your absolute hardest to keep your eyes open even though it was still early, the rare moment of peace without Willa in your arms making you more tired than you thought.

Willa was a relatively clingy baby, she would often only fall asleep if you or Robby held her so the moments when she slept in her bassinet on her own was very rare and something you never took for granted.

“I’m gonna head off.” Trinity announced, standing up and rushing around the room to get her bag and black leather jacket. “Yeah me too.” Dennis said. “Where are you both going?” You frowned, sitting up a little straighter

“I’m going on a date with Yolanda, remember?” Trinity said, dipping down to hug you. “Oh yeah yeah, my memory is a sieve at the moment.” You laughed, turning around to Dennis. “I’m going to check up on Amy.” Dennis said shyly.

“Ah.” You smirked, sending him a knowing look. “I’m just helping out!” Dennis blushed. “Yeah, Y/N said the same thing and look how that turned out.” Trinity snorted. “Hey!” You exclaimed, tossing a pillow at Trinity as you all laughed.

Trinity and Dennis opened the door to leave before Trinity shouted out “It’s for you!”

In walked Robby, looking absolutely exhausted but with a lazy smile on his face. “Hey! I wasn’t going to see you until tomorrow.” You smiled, kissing Robby gently on the lips.

“I know but I just got off shifts and missed my girls too much.” Robby smiled, wrapping you in a hug and squeezing you tight. “Willa certainly missed you.” You said softly.

“And I missed her.” Robby said, walking around to the bassinet and picking Willa up. She looked so tiny in comparison to Robby’s large hands and tall body. “She’s still got the newborn scrunch.” You pouted, looking at your daughter curling up as she got lifted up.

“I’m not prepared for the day when she stops doing that.” Robby huffed, manoeuvring Willa's head to lay on his chest. “I’ve missed you so much, my girl.” Robby cooed, stroking her hair. She fussed a little, looking like she was going to cry but settled when Robby ran his hand in soothing circles on her back.

“I’m going to pack Willa and I’s overnight bag.” You smiled, walking to your room.

Before Willa was born, your room was an average size. It fit your bed, closet, desk, TV, and a bookshelf leaving you with still enough room to move around in. But, since Willa was born your space has become tiny and cluttered. Willas bassinet was situated right next to your bed for easy access, a little cart with baby essentials sat at the foot of your bed. Willa's baby clothes were mixed in with your things, making it harder to organise since you never had a chance to sort all of that out beforehand.

Truthfully, walking into your room always stressed you out because no matter how many times you cleaned or tried your best to organise it still looked cluttered.

You grabbed your old gym bag and packed a couple changes of clothes for yourself and Willa. You didn’t need to pack a lot as Robby had everything you could possibly need, so you didn’t need to worry about making up bottles or how many diapers to bring since Robby had all of that.

You walked back out to the living room with your bag slung over your shoulder. Robby was strapping Willa into her pink car seat, getting her ready for the journey back to his house.

“Watch your head, little lady.” Robby cooed, as held the back of her head so that it wouldn’t hit the handle of the car seat. Robby strapped her in, and threw a baby pink blanket over top of Willa's legs so that she wasn’t cold.

The floorboards creaked from beneath you making Robby turn around a smile softly when he sees you. “She’s very alert today.” Robby said softly, looking back at Willa who’s little eyes were open and blinking. “Willas been like that all day today, she’s just being nosey.” You chuckled.

“Just like her mother then?” Robby joked. “Hey!” You smiled.

Robby picked up Willa's car seat effortlessly and followed your lead down to his car.

Ever since you and Robby had made it back to his place, Willa wouldn’t stop fussing and crying. You had tried breastfeeding but she turned her head away. Robby tried feeding her with a bottle, but she only drank an ounce before spitting the bottle out of her mouth. You tried holding her while bouncing your knees up and down, Robby doing the same but nothing was working.

“I just don’t understand what’s wrong,” You said panicked, watching as Robby paced up and down the room with Willa in his arms. “Should we take Willa into the ER?”

“Sweetheart, she's a textbook fussy baby.” Robby said softly, coming round to the couch and sitting down next to you. “I know but what if there’s something underlying?” You said, chewing at your lips.

“We are both Doctors, we can see the signs. Willa will be back to normal in no time.” Robby reassured, Willa had stopped crying but the sounds of her soft whimpers could still be heard.

“I’m going to try to get her to sleep.” You said, Robby nodded and passed you Willa back very slowly so as to not startle her.

You walked into Robby’s room, making a beeline for Willa's bassinet that was situated next to your designated side of the bed. You weren’t quite ready to put her in a separate room just yet, especially because she was waking every hour or two.

You rocked her back and forth gently, humming lowly so that the vibration would calm her. Once you heard the soft little sigh come from her mouth, you knew it was safe to put her down.

You kissed Willa gently on the top of her head and placed her down into her bassinet. You lay in bed with your hand on her stomach, the feeling of her belly rising and falling putting you at ease.

You felt your eyes start to close against your own will, you tried hard to keep yourself away but the day eventually caught up to you and you feel into a slumber.

You were startled awake at the sound of Willa crying, you went to reach for her but Robby slowly pushed you back down on the pillow. “I’ll get her.” Robby said lowly, his voice changed with sleep.

The voice was enveloped in darkness, Robby had came into check on you and noticed you had fallen asleep. He turned the lamp off and moved your legs so that you were under the covers, before he climbed into bed himself.

“Okay.” You murmered, turning over and falling back into sleep again.

You woke back up some time later. Instinctively, you went to check on Willa but she wasn’t in her bassinet. A surge of panic coursed through you as you only assumed the worse, you quickly turned around and found that Robby’s side of the bed was empty and cold. You let out a sigh you realised you hadn’t been holding and kicked back the duvet.

Your bare feet padded on the cold hardwood floors, you heard the sound of Robby’s deep voice coming from the living room and sought out to investigate. The sight before you made you stop in your tracks and made your heart burst in your chest.

“It’s important to make sure that every Doctor knows the difference between Hypoxemia and Hypoxia,” Robby started, talking to Willa with a textbook open on his lap.

“Hypoxemia is when there is low oxygen in your blood. Meanwhile, Hypoxia is when there is low oxygen in your tissues. However, Hypoxemia can cause Hypoxia! Isn’t that confusing?” Robby said rhetorically, chuckling when Willa's muscles in her cheeks caused the smile reflex.

“You can’t mess them up, trust me. You don’t want to be like Daddy when he was a med student.” Robby said fondly, snapping the medical textbook shut.

“Robby, are you torturing our daughter with medical terms when she can’t even talk yet?” You laughed, curling up on the couch next to Robby, staring at Willa lovingly.

“Of course! Willa comes from two Doctor parents so it’s only fair we start educating her young.” Robby smiled, stroking the back of Willa's head. “And if she doesn’t want to be a Doctor?” You asked.

“She’ll still be amazing at any other career she goes into, after all she is our daughter and we are pretty amazing.” Robby said cockily. “Very true.” You chuckled.

“How was she?” You asked curiously, as Willa had stopped crying and was content laying against Robby’s solid chest.

“Willa just needed a bottle and a cuddle from her dad.” Robby said. “That sounds like bliss.” You smiled.

“She really loves body heat.” You commented, picking up on how Willa nuzzles closer into people when she’s in their arms. “I mean if you were in a dark, warm room for nine months only to be brought out into this cold world. You would love body heat too.” Robby reasoned, you nodded along.

You turned on the TV and flicked onto a random programme that was playing on one of the channels, there was no chance of either of you sleeping now.

You had an arm slung around Robby’s middle, he had one arm around your shoulder with the other supporting Willa.

“Y/N?” Robby asked. “Yeah?” You said back, looking up at his face. Robby had a laid back look on his face, which was nothing new these days.

“Do you want to move in?” He asked, visibly swallowing as you remained silent. “I mean, no pressure of course. Just thought I should ask again.”

Initially, you didn’t think you were ready to move in with Robby yet. But quiet, domestic moments like these made you change your mind. And, it would be easier for the two of you.

“I would love to.” You smiled. Robby’s lip broke out into a relieved grin as he craned his neck slightly to kiss you.

[annaevermore]

I Couldn't Make It Any Harder

Paring: Jack Abbot x fem!resident!reader

Summary: You consider yourself really hard to love, so you try to keep your distance from Jack. He won't have any of it. (1.1k)

Tags/warnings: suggestive (just a few lines), mention of past relationships, reader is painfully avoidant, jack is already smitten

A/N: Track 1 of Anna's 1k celebration! This is probably not what you would expect from the summary (I suck at those). English is not my first language. Enjoy!

masterlist

You say you can take it

But you don't know how hard I can make it

Sabrina Carpenter — I Couldn't Make It Any Harder

The cotton sheets cling to your body as you try to roll out of bed, looking for an escape from the heavy air that has settled in the dark room.

Your baby hair sticks to your forehead, and all of your body is glistening with sweat and other bodily fluids, only urging you to run away from this bed, and specifically, the man in it.

Jack, after sliding carefully out of you, had plopped down on the mattress, the warmth radiating from his body swiftly becoming a reminder of what had just happened and a memorandum for what is most probably going to happen next. It happened with every guy before him, and you struggle to believe he's going to be the exception.

He is going to lay there for a bit, before indirectly asking you to leave, making up something about having to work in the morning or straight up locking himself in the bathroom, turning on the shower and hoping you'll be gone once he's done.

You know the drill, so you're going to save yourself the embarrassment and simply leave before he even has a chance to mention it.

Sleeping with the ED attending was not in your plans tonight, when you agreed to go grab some drinks with a bunch of your colleagues. And it certainly isn't in your plans to stay for the night.

It's nothing new to you. You've always thrived in casual relationships, and couldn't be bothered with anything that involves feelings and long term plans.

If questioned about it, you would say you just prefer to focus on yourself, and that you have other priorities. Your friends would say you have an avoidant attachment style. Different points of view, that's all.

A moment goes by before your can feel the mattress moving under you, and that's your cue to bolt. You rise from the bed, and without an ounce of shame in your bones, start moving around naked, reaching for your underwear, previously discarded on the nice parquet of the room.

Behind you, from your peripheral vision, you can see that Jack is now sitting upright, the cotton sheets barely covering him. In the meantime you've put on your panties, found your jeans, and are now looking for the rest of your clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asks, and to some, he might sound disappointed.

"I'm leaving," you respond, while you try to fasten you bra. "Actually, have you seen my top?"

For the first time since you've gotten out of the bed, you turn around to fully look at him. and the sight you're met with is a surprising one.

What you would have expected to see in his eyes is relief — relief that you've taken the initiative to leave without him having to tell you. From your experience with other men, you would have sworn that this time wouldn't be any different than the others. But instead, Jack looks let down.

"You sure you wanna leave, already? It's kinda late."

Mentally you scoff at his words. You hadn't taken into consideration that he could be one of those people who like to play the nice guy, just to feel better about themselves.

You should have expected it, though. Because that's what Jack is: a nice guy. And his words just act as a reminder of how bad you screwed up.

Abbot is your favorite attending (don't tell Shen) and you really look up to him. Having sex with him, though, qualifies as one of the things that could inexorably ruin the professional relationship you have built over the years. All you can do now is trying not to cause more damage and just leave.

"That's alright. I don't live that far," you respond with a forced smile.

"I insist. If you want you could sleep over tonight, and I'll drive you home tomorrow morning."

You search for any trace of insincerity in his eyes, but find none. That's just not how things are supposed to go, which is making your brain short-circuit.

He seems to read you mind — only giving you more elements to overthinking next time you'll be alone with your thoughts — and pats the spot next to him on the bed.

"Come over here." His voice is gruff, and his commanding tone reminds you of the way he sounds while he's walking you through a procedure. He's steady in a comforting way.

You let your jeans fall on the floor once again, and tentatively walk over to him. Once you lay down, you feel his strong arm wrap around your waist, making you freeze for a moment.

This has nothing to do with him. You've enjoyed your night so far. Also, you would be lying if you said you've never fantasized about this.

The real problem is that you're not the type to cuddle after hooking up with a guy, and you're not sure when the line blurred between distance behind something you demanded and it being something you are expected to want.

Jack notices the way you stiffen — of course he does — but he doesn't point it out, afraid you will bite and run away, like a dog that has been let down one too many times.

Instead he gives you the opportunity to ease in the situation, asking if you want to take a shower before bed, offering you one of his old t-shirts and giving you the opportunity to spend some time alone.

You gladly accept, a warm feeling pooling in your lower belly when he kisses your bare shoulder before you get up, his stubble scratching your soft skin in the most delicious way.

His bathroom his spacious, but mostly empty. There's not much on the shelves, even less in the drawers, and that makes you smile bitterly. In the years you've known him, you realized that he's an adrenaline junkie, always trying to run away from his thoughts. If the amount of time he spends at the hospital wasn't a clue already, seeing how empty his house is proves how much he hates being home alone. You're not so different after all.

Once you get out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his clothes — an old faded t-shirt from a music festival and a pair of his boxers — you find him still there, waiting for you.

For the first time in a really long time, laying next to another person with the prospect of staying doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

And you can bet all you want that despite how hard you'll make it, Jack will still manage to fall in love with you.

A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!

All the love, Anna ♡

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FETISH - JACK ABBOT X READER

☆ WORD COUNT: 1.5K

☆ SUMMARY: Jack Abbot is a boob-guy through and through, so much that you sometimes wonder who he’s here for— you or them. You decide to mess with him and tell him you're getting a breast reduction, and his reaction is not what you expected.

☆ CONTAINS: Younger, fem!reader (doesn’t even have to be younger tbh), established relationship, boobs and suggestive content.

☆AUTHORS NOTE: This was actually so fucking funny to write, like I’m writing about titties. Based on this request. Special thanks to anon for requesting this, I was starting to take myself and my writing way too seriously and you reminded me to just have fun while doing it instead! A short one for now, but other fics to come soon!

☆ PAGE DIVIDERS BY: @sweetmelodygraphics

The mirror reflects the sight of you while you adjust the straps of the top you’re wearing, sighing for the umpteenth time as it flops right back down into that unflattering angle again as soon as you let go.

Everyday it was a new struggle– if your best bra didn’t work with the outfit, the outfit itself had to be scrapped. Online shopping was a no go– you’d learnt your lesson when the stores started charging you for the amount of returns you’d done, never keeping anything because of your fucking boobs.

As much as they were a pain in your back– literally– Jack always made sure to show his appreciation for his favorite assets of yours— or, at least one of his favorites.

It was brains, beauty and then boobs.

Jack loved your fucking tits.

If it wasn’t evident in the way he’d tell you, it was evident in the way he’d touch you.

You’d more often than not wake up with his large hand pressed under your shirt, cupping your chest. Other times, the first thing he does when coming home after a rough night at work is bury his face between them, muffling his groans as the heavy weight of his tired body pushes you deeper into the couch.

When you’d be cooking dinner for the two of you before he’d head to work, Jack would wrap his arms around you, voice low as against your ear as the two of you talk about anything and nothing at all, while letting his hands wander aimlessly– just needing to feel you before he lost himself for 12 hours–and in the end, always landing on the same place.

Your chest.

It wasn’t even in a sexual way most of the time, only that his hands needed to be on you at all moments, and why wouldn’t he indulge in the feeling of your soft, pillowy tits if he had access to them? 

He'd be insane not to.

You can hear him turn off the shower from where you’re standing in your bedroom, a sudden idea sparking in your mind. Why not torture your poor, loving, sweet boyfriend?

The door to the bathroom opens just as you finish planning your evil trick– the steam curling around Jack’s frame as he steps into your room, crutches beneath his arms. Unfortunately, he’s wearing his boxers, but his salt- and pepper curls are still damp, and you hungrily watch as a drop of water trickles down his freckled back– the farmer's tan he’s sporting making him even easier on the eyes than usual.

There’s nothing hotter than a working man, especially if that man is Jack Abbot.

He sits down on the edge of your bed, using a towel to dry his hair, and you force yourself to tear your gaze away again, setting your plan in action.

Another sigh, this time louder and more dramatic. You run your hands down the side of your body and watch through the mirror as Jack’s eyes land on you, that focused look whenever he’s with you on his face again, and clearly trying to figure out what was going on with you.

“You okay, honey?” he calls out from where he’s seated, and you don’t respond, just continuing to stare at yourself in the mirror. 

You hear the mattress creak and turn around just in time to get a final view of his toned skin— right before his shirt covers the sight, and then watch as he leans back against the headboard.

Walking over to where he’s sitting, you perch yourself on the edge of the bed first, and within seconds he’s grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you closer, then deciding that it’s still not close enough, and finally tugging you into his lap, your legs on each side of his hips as you straddle him.

A surprised laugh escapes you at his actions, and Jack relaxes further at the sound, hands rubbing up and down the side of your waist, the look in his eyes warm and filled with relief once he sees you smile.

Unfortunately for him, you can’t have that.

You grab his hands, pulling them to a stop and to rest between you as you look down, avoiding his gaze.

“Jack, I need to talk to you about something,”

Jack nearly has a heart attack. Though instead of letting it show, he simply gulps and nods, before he realizes you’re not looking at him. Clearing his throat, he speaks up.

“Of course honey, what’s going on?”

You let the silence stretch just long enough to make him nervous, shifting in his lap.

Jack’s hands, which had gone still under yours, start to tense slightly, his thumbs brushing against your fingers like he’s trying to comfort you, but you know it’s more to ground himself.

“Hey…” he murmurs, softer now, leaning forward a bit to catch your line of sight. “You’re scaring me a little,”

You almost break right there, 

But you press your lips together, forcing a small, conflicted sigh as you shift in his lap again, your gaze still downcast.

“It’s just…” you start, hesitating on purpose, “I don’t think this is working anymore,”

Jack freezes, and you feel his body tense beneath you.

His grip on your hands tightens just a fraction, like he’s afraid if he lets go you’ll disappear.

“What– what do you mean?” His voice is careful now, fragile in a way you don’t hear often.

You finally glance up at him, just enough to see the way his brows have drawn together, the way he’s already watching you, searching your face for answers he’s not sure he wants.

Letting go of his hand, though it was harder than expected since he wasn’t trying to let go of yours, you motion vaguely towards yourself– more specifically, your chest.

“They’re just too much,” you explain, a defeated look strewn across your face, before you continue, “I think I’m going to get a breast reduction,”

If he wasn’t sure before, he was definitely sure now– Jack was having a fucking heart attack.

“That’s, uh–” he begins, then laughs nervously, “That’s a pretty big decision honey– are you sure about this?” 

Please say no, please say no, please say–

“Yes,” you say, nodding your head adamantly, “I’ve probably never been more sure in my life,”

The silence that follows nearly has you breaking character and admitting to everything. Jack looks absolutely defeated, a far away look in his eyes.

“...I understand,” he says after a very long moment of silence, finally looking back at your face, “If that’s what you want, it’s what you should do. Always, honey,” Jack finishes off with squeezing your hands, then they settle on your waist again.

“Thank you,” you say weakly, and despite it just being a joke, it felt good to know he’d understand you and go along with your wishes if it ever came down to it. 

Well, now you just felt stupid. Your mouth opens, and you’re just about to fess up when Jack speaks up again, a small frown on his face.

“Can I say goodbye to them?”

You stare at him. Jack stares back at you, gaze unblinking. 

A sharp laugh bursts out of you, your head dropping forward as your shoulders shake, any attempt at composure completely gone.

Jack flushes, flexing his jaw as he looks away.

“Don’t laugh, honey– I’m serious! If they’re going away I at least deserve a proper goodbye–”

His words send your further reeling, and you slump against his chest when you calm down, struggling to catch your breath.

“Jack–”

“Please? Just one last squeeze and I’ll–”

“Jack!” you exclaim through laughter, cupping his face to stop his rambling. “I was just kidding,”

Jack blinks at you, face completely blank for a second as he tries to figure out if you’re telling the truth or just messing with him.

Then he groans, dropping his head back against the headboard again with a dull thud.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “You are actually unbelievable,”

You’re still giggling, leaning into him now, your forehead brushing his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d–” another laugh slips out, interrupting your sentence.

Jack feels his lips twitch despite everything, and he would be lying if he didn’t say he was relieved you were just joking. Even if he had just embarrassed himself– at least his girls weren’t going anywhere. 

All three of them.

Huffing, he flips the two of you over, smirking at the small yelp you let out when he’s suddenly hovering above you, lips inches away from yours, yet not touching.  His hands slip beneath your top, brushing against the underside of your chest.

You feel your heart race faster, cheeks turning red as you arch into his touch.

“Jack…” you begin, only to bite your lip to stifle a sound when he fully cups it, his large hand squeezing it gently. His nose brushes against yours as he breathes harder into your mouth and says;

“I think I know how you can make it up to me,”

☆END NOTE: This took me less than an hour to write, because...let's just say I was inspired.

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