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23 she/her enjoy my hyperfixations.

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NAVIGATION

masterlist (1) - masterlist (2)

LIST OF CHARACTERS CURRENTLY OPEN FOR REQUESTS

my thoughts on c.ai

hmu if you wanna be mutuals or friends, if you have any questions or requests, if you need someone to talk to, anything at all.

also, my wattpad (and ao3 i think?) is the same as my username, but instead of the - it’s a _ instead. if you check out my masterlist you’ll see it. anyways, hi if you’re still reading this!

thank you to anyone who supports!

<3

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No lol😭😭😭 I mean rabbot reader like their kid

oh…girl i’m slow as hell today, my brain is not working. my bad

i feel like the frank one i wrote is pretty much a rabbot!daughter reader, but the idea is interesting for samira too. i’ll keep it in mind

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I feel like so much of the robby x reader tag (and just a lot of Robby stuff in general) is always him being evil/awful/mean and ofc everyone is welcome to write what they love and have opinions but it is a little sucky to go thru a tag for a character you enjoy and just seeing hate disguised as smut or angst.

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this is a safe place for robby truthers and i’m always happy to carry the torch

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just saw the odyssey…matt damon the man that you are

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Hi there! I don't want this to come off as an attack cause that's absolutely the last thing I intend! I love your work but I just wanted to let you know that in Ivy there was a bit of a harmful stereotype for OCD representation :)

I'm positive you had good intentions I just wanted to note that the "everything must be clean and organized" stereotype (while it can sometimes be part of how OCD presents itself) is often seen as reductive and dismissive to how truly debilitating it can be.

A lot of people with OCD actually have pretty disorganized living spaces due to anxieties surrounding contamination and various other reasonings and the stereotype of just wanting everything sorted a certain way may contribute to people not seeking diagnoses for very real problems because they're embarrassed by how truly horrible some OCD ruminations can be (such as harming themselves or others, embarrassing thought processes, etc.) and don't see themselves as fitting the stereotypical mold.

Again, I don't mean this as an attack, I simply wanted to point it out! Awareness is half the battle!

Have a great day!

hi!

thank you for saying this, i know you don’t mean it as an attack.

so i actually have ocd and ocd presenting symptoms that manifest due to my severe anxiety.

in that chapter, i was making a joke in the way some of my friends/family do with me about the obsessive parts of my needing things to be a certain way. i don’t have the really clean aspect of ocd, which is actually partially why i thought for a long time that i didn’t have ocd. but i do have the needing things to be a certain way aspect, more so for sensory related things.

i guess when i write these fics i kinda keep my own perspective in them since it’s x reader, and sometimes i forget that yall aren’t actually in my head and maybe don’t have these experiences or don’t see some of what i write as sarcastic like i intend it to be. i always try and keep my work vague and general so that everyone can enjoy it and maybe see parts of themselves in it, but i do stray from that sometimes either for plot or just because i honestly forget

i hope you’re not offended, i don’t mean to offend anyone with my work. i know there’s harmful portrayals of mental illness in fiction and fanfictuon, especially with disorders like this, and i don’t mean to add to the problem. know that i’m writing from a perspective of someone who has experienced it and understands how hard it can be living with it

thank you for giving me your thoughts, i’ll keep it in mind in my future work. have a good day :)

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👀 dex requests? ….

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Ivy (SMAU) - Rabbot x Reader

“My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot have always been something impossible to define. You’re a nurse who has become one of the only comforts and constants in their lives, watching them orbit around something neither of them has ever been brave enough to name. When those boundaries begin to blur, the three of you have to decide what happens when the thing you’ve been avoiding is maybe also the thing you need most.

2. The Last Great American Dynasty

“There goes the last great american dynasty. Who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been? There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

You can find the masterlist to this ongoing series here.

This is canon divergent set between season 1 and 2, aspects will be kept and referenced, but this is largely set in a fictitious season 1.5 or so. Keep that in mind if you notice differences!

If you see a typo, no you don’t. Please pretend it’s not there, I’m not going back to find and fix it. Your girl is too tired.

Comment or message me if you want to join the taglist :)

taglist: @straykids1011 @escapingrealityalways @kneelforloki @kingsqveen @thehockeynerd30 @1234nla @bornconfvsed @misskeyher @rosewood04

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so…

the app i use to make SMAUs somehow wiped itself? like every character i had made, every text thread, every groupchat, it’s literally all gone

i planned on getting another chapter of Ivy out today, but i’m not sure if that’s happening now. luckily i write the whole thing in my notes app, so i didn’t lose any content. and id also typed out a good third of the chapter and made my screenshots. so it’s not an entire chapter i have to redo. but i do have to go back in and make the contacts with the photos, then then the group chats, etc

so it might be a hot minute. sorry yall

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Rhaenyra and Daeron Parallels

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sweet baby daeron i can tell they’re gonna make you so tragic, my god im scared

reminder that i write for HOTD and would love some requests! any of these:

rhaenyra targaryen

alicent hightower

gwayne hightower

ormund hightower

jacaerys velaryon

daeron targaryen (platonic)

helaena targaryen

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Ivy (SMAU) - Rabbot x Reader

“My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot have always been something impossible to define. You’re a nurse who has become one of the only comforts and constants in their lives, watching them orbit around something neither of them has ever been brave enough to name. When those boundaries begin to blur, the three of you have to decide what happens when the thing you’ve been avoiding is maybe also the thing you need most.

Cigarette Smoke

“Cigarette smoke is a smell that I know. It clings to my clothes and seeps into my bones. It’s a real quiet house with the shower left on. Five beers in the fridge, and the second car’s gone.”

You can find the masterlist to this ongoing series here.

This is canon divergent set between season 1 and 2, aspects will be kept and referenced, but this is largely set in a fictitious season 1.5 or so. Keep that in mind if you notice differences!

If you see a typo, no you don’t. Please pretend it’s not there, I’m not going back to find and fix it. Your girl is too tired.

Comment or message me if you want to join the taglist :)

taglist: @straykids1011 @escapingrealityalways @kneelforloki @kingsqveen @thehockeynerd30 @1234nla

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Ivy (SMAU) - Rabbot x Reader Masterlist

“My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot have always been something impossible to define. You’re a nurse who has become one of the only comforts and constants in their lives, watching them orbit around something neither of them has ever been brave enough to name. When those boundaries begin to blur, the three of you have to decide what happens when the thing you’ve been avoiding is maybe also the thing you need most.

1. Cigarette Smoke

“Cigarette smoke is a smell that I know. It clings to my clothes and seeps into my bones. It’s a real quiet house with the shower left on. Five beers in the fridge, and the second car’s gone.”

2. The Last Great American Dynasty

“There goes the last great american dynasty. Who knows, if she never showed up, what could’ve been? There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

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rabbot x reader smau rabbot x reader smau rabbot x reader smau, they all chanted

i think this is probably the one i’m gonna go with, it’s winning in the poll rn and i have lots of ideas for it. i love those old men

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hi everyone! i have another poll for my next SMAU…

thank you so much for supporting my work and my page, i very much appreciate it. i’ve loved seeing everyone’s comments and feedback on my recent projects. i very much giggle and kick my feet watching everyone react.

i’ve considered lots of options for who i want to write for next, and i’ve struggled a bit narrowing it down. i know i did a poll and trinity was pretty high up on the list. i promise i will get to her eventually, i just don’t feel the i can do her justice yet. same with a few of the other options and suggestions. i write based on what im inspired by and what i feel i can do well, and i don’t want to write and post something im not proud of just because i think it would be popular.

so, rather than do that, ive thought up these three ideas that did well on the poll and they got me thinking and excited about them the most!

for my next SMAU, i’ve narrowed it down to the following:

Staying - Dennis Whitaker x Reader

“Maybe I would be okay if I let this go forever. Sent it into space and watch the planets turn. Maybe I will, someday, let this go forever. Hold me until I find the nerve.”

Dennis Whitaker has always been good at becoming whatever everyone else needed him to be. The dutiful son and brother, the dependable resident, the devoted friend. He’s spent so much of his life following the paths laid out for him that he’s never stopped to ask what he wants for himself. When you, a recently transferred nurse from the night shift, start taking an interest in the answers to those questions, Dennis finds himself unraveling in ways he never has before. He’s not quite sure how to feel about that yet.

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Bloom - Mohabbot x Reader

“In the morning when I wake, and the sun is coming through. You fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you. Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? You fill my head with pieces of a song that I can’t get out. Can I be close to you?”

Jack Abbot and Samira Mohan have always understood each other in the quiet spaces between chaos. You’re an Emergency Psychiatrist whose career has been built on surviving the chaos. When a familiar face in the hospital begins to speak new interest in their budding relationship, the aftermath is uncertain. It’s messy, but it’s theirs.

—

Ivy - Rabbot x Reader

“My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another. I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.”

Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot have always been something impossible to define. You’re a nurse who has become one of the only comforts and constants in their lives, watching them orbit around something neither of them has ever been brave enough to name. When those boundaries begin to blur, the three of you have to decide what happens when the thing you’ve been avoiding is maybe also the thing you need most.

which would you want to see?

Staying - Dennis Whitaker

Bloom - Mohabbot

Ivy - Rabbot

just for me to see the answers, please don’t click this one!

Voting ended onJul 12

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vote! please let me know what you’re most interested in seeing so i can take that into consideration when deciding. i honestly love all of these ideas, and im excited to start getting into one of these soon :)

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The Great Divide (SMAU) - Frank Langdon

“You know I think about you all the time, and my deep misunderstanding of your life. And how bad it must have been for you back then, and how hard it is to keep it all inside.”

Ten months after Langdon’s addiction and drug abuse was exposed, he’s returned to the Pitt to face the consequences. After a rocky divorce and too many severed ties to stomach, he’s in desperate need of a friend. He’d love that person to be you. But after blowing the friendship up the night of PittFest, would you want the same? Either way, he has to find out.

16. The Great Divide

“I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass. I hope you’re with someone who isn’t scared to ask. I hope that you’re not losing sleep about what’s next. Or about your soul, or what he might do with it.”

You can find the masterlist to this series here.

This is the last chapter! The Great Divide has come to an end :(

Thank you so much to everyone has supported this fic! I’ve had so much fun writing it and reading everyone’s comments. I really appreciate all the love and support my page has gotten the past few months. Y’all are the best!

If anyone has any ideas for any more SMAUs in the Pitt universe, please send them in! These are so fun to write, and I’d be happy to make another one if yall were interested in it :)

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You woke to the familiar feeling of an arm wrapped around your waist, soft breath against the back of your neck. You blinked the sleep away as you adjusted in Frank’s hold, stretching as much as you could without waking him up. Somehow, you’d ended up with half the hospital in your apartment last night. While mostly everyone came, only a handful stayed the night. Sleeping on the floor—albeit cushioned because of Trinity’s efforts—wasn’t for the weak. 

At some point in the middle of the night, you’d pulled Frank off the floor and guided him to your room. His back bothered him as it was. You didn’t want to add to the pain by leaving him on the linoleum all night when you had a perfectly good bed just down the hall. You carefully slipped out of his hold to let him sleep in, tiptoeing down the hall into the living room. 

It was a bit of a disaster. 

Your living room wasn’t that big to begin with. Even when you pushed the couch and chairs out of the way in front of the TV to make room, the floor was only so big. You had to stifle a laugh as you took in the state of everyone on the floor. 

Trinity and Whitaker were both dead to the world, one too many jell-o shots still in their system. Trinity was lying face down on the couch, her face smooshed into a pillow. Whitaker was propped against the side of it, his head resting back against her knee. His mouth had opened enough to let a little drool out onto the fleece of her pajama pants. She’d get him back for that later. 

Mel and Becca ended up looking quite comfortable tucked up by the TV, a shared blanket draped over them. Samira and Victoria were in a similar state over by the coffee table, sharing a jumbo pillow you’d pulled out of the hall storage closet. Someone was snoring, but you couldn’t quite tell who.

Robby and Jack were the only older ones to stay the night. Robby was awake, turning to look up at you as you walked into the room. He’d somehow managed to cocoon himself near one of the kitchen barstools, Jack’s face smooshed into his shoulder. He looked less than pleased. 

“Never again,” he whispered, careful not to disturb Jack. “That was torture.”

You grinned, walking over to pass him his glasses. “Look at all my little sleeping angels.”

“Javadi snores like a freight train.”

“Is that who that is?” you asked, glancing back over towards the coffee table. “For the record, so do you.”

He glared up at you. “Snoring requires actually falling asleep. I didn’t make it that far.”

“I’ll make some coffee,” you whispered, padding into the kitchen. 

You raised a brow as you looked in the sink, finding a half mixed bowl of brownie batter. It had been abandoned at some point in the evening. 

“Who did this?” you asked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. 

Robby shrugged. “Beats me. I lost track of you idiots somewhere around 1am. I haven’t seen a jell-o shot since college. I have half a mind to drag you all to the hospital and put you on IVs. Half of you have shifts later.”

“Those are a Whitaker special,” you smiled, scraping the batter into the trash so you could wash the bowl. “He knows how to make a lot of shit. Who knew farm boy had it in him?” 

“Where’s Frank?” Robby asked, doing a silent headcount of everyone in the room.

“My bed. He would’ve whined about his back hurting all day if I didn’t move him.”

“Lucky him,” he groaned, shifting to tip Jack’s head up an inch. “You didn’t think about letting your dear old dad sleep on an actual mattress instead?”

You stifled another laugh. “I considered it. Then I decided you could use the humbling.”

“Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“That’s what you call me, isn’t it?”

Robby opened his mouth to retort just as Trinity stirred, sitting up with a groan. Her hand came up to brace against her forehead, her movements sluggish.

“Jesus,” she groaned, stilling when she felt Whitaker’s head resting on her leg. “Oh, for fucks sake.”

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you smiled, ignoring the death glare she sent your way. “I’m going on a coffee and food run. Hold down the fort for me?”

“If I don’t die first, yeah.”

“Drink some water,” Robby instructed, shifting until Jack was resting back against the pillows. “I’ll go with you. Get me the fuck off this floor.”

Trinity slowly got her bearings, reaching for the glass of water on the side table she’d gotten at some point in the middle of the night. “Nice pants, Robby.”

Robby looked down at himself only to realize he was in fact wearing his Bob Ross pajama pants, a gag gift from you and Jack for his birthday. He’d sworn no eyes other than yours would ever see them, but they were unfortunately the most comfortable pants he owned. If he was gonna sleep on the floor, he’d have to swallow his pride and wear them in front of his staff.

“I’ll put you in Chairs all week, Santos.”

She cracked a grin, resting back against the couch cushions. “I said they were nice.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for your keys. “Let’s go, Robinavitch. Trin, will you tell Frank where I went if he wakes up before I’m back?”

“I’ll tell him to go fuck himself,” she mused, softening slightly when you let out a long sigh. “Not in a joke mood? Fine. Yes, I will tell him if he wakes up. And then I’ll tell him to go fuck himself.”

You reached over to ruffle her hair as you passed by the couch on the way to the door, Robby hot on your heels. “Well, at least you’re talking.”

—

There was an unspoken rule within the hospital that there was one word nobody was allowed to say. From the top of the chain with the attendings, all the way down to the security stationed at the exits, it was a known fact that you never utter the word while on shift. 

Quiet.

You’d hit a stretch of shifts recently that went eerily well. No death, no mayhem, no mass casualty incidents or ten car pileups. You hadn’t even had a patient talk down to you in their frustration, and that was saying something. With how long they’d wait to be seen in the ER, they were almost always frustrated. 

The unusual moment of peace was broken when a new paramedic you’d never seen before dropped off a patient, wheeling his gurney towards the ambulance bay doors. He looked around the room at everyone leisurely moving around their various stations, raising a brow. 

“It’s a madhouse over at Presby,” he said to no one in particular, catching your eye as you scooted past him on your way to the nurses station. “Is it always this quiet?”

You could hear a pen drop with the way everyone stopped what they were doing to slowly turn and look at him, disbelief on their faces. 

“What did you just say?” Dana broached the silence, setting her clipboard down on the counter with as much restraint as she could manage. 

“Uh…” the paramedic murmured, slowly backing towards the door. “My boss told me not to do that. That’s my bad. I’m sure everything will be fine, it’s just a silly superstition. Uh—bye!”

It sure as shit was not fine.

Within half an hour, the ED had been swarmed by a convention center’s worth of people, all green and groaning. Apparently the catering company bought some bad fish, and now the ER was facing the expulsion of said fish from both ends of the rapidly incoming patients. There weren’t enough mops or bedpans in the world to deal with the epidemic you were now faced with, everyone inserting IVs for the dehydration and loss of nutrients that the patients couldn’t keep down.

By the time the worst of it was over, the whole room smelled like sick. The janitors had come down to help clean it up, but it was hardly making a dent. You had a mask pulled on as tight as you could manage, Vick’s Vapor Rub smeared under your nose to mask the scent. 

Javadi was huddled in a corner like she’d just been to war, Dana trying to get a snack in her. Trinity looked seconds away from smacking Whitaker, trying her best to get her charts done while he complained about having to change his scrubs yet again. Mel and Cassie looked uncomfortable but not unwell, probably used to things like this as caregivers. It was an unfortunate but necessary part of the job.

You were practically glued to Samira’s side, begging her not to leave you. 

“Keep talking to me,” you groaned, doing your best to keep your gaze on the floor and not the various piles of sick that were still being cleaned up. “Holy shit, I should’ve called out today.”

She gripped your hand like it was the only thing keeping her from keeling over. “My eyes burn. Why do my eyes burn?”

Robby and Al-Hashimi were pros, of course, moving around the ED like they weren’t bothered in the slightest. One expectant look from Robby had you groaning as you made your way back over to the nurses station. 

“Alright,” you sighed, resting your head against the counter. “Where do you need me?”

Robby checked the board, shrugging. “Want Chairs?”

If he’d asked that any other time than right now, you’d have laughed in his face. But right now, it was the furthest away you could get from the stench without actually leaving the building. You nodded, pulling your mask off to wipe away the gel under your nose.

“You are so very dear to me, you know that?”

He rolled his eyes, stifling a grin. “So I’ve been told.”

You tossed the mask in the trash, looking out towards the waiting room. “Isn’t Frank in there with Mel?”

“Pull Langdon,” Robby decided, motioning for you to go. “Tell him I want him in Trauma 2 in five.”

“Oh, you’re cruel,” you said, but you were grinning.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

“Can I bring Mira?” you pleaded, still holding her hand like she needed it to stay upright.

Robby let out a sigh, nodding like he didn’t have it in him to argue. “Go. Behave.”

You quickly made your way out to Chairs, motioning Frank over when he noticed you. He gave you a look of sympathy once he was by your side, reaching up to gently rub at the indent across your cheek the mask had left. 

“That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea,” you sighed, leaning into him. “Robby wants you in Trauma 2, by the way.”

“Isn’t that the guy who slipped in a puddle of his own vomit and cracked his head on the tile?”

“Yup.”

Frank groaned, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “And you’re here to steal my gig?”

“You’re on fire today.”

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“Love you too,” you murmured, gently smoothing your hand across the small of his back as he headed for the doors back into the ER. “Don’t let Javadi pass out!”

“On it!”

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Teddy got very used to his evening walks. 

If you or Frank weren’t home to give it to him, he had an attitude all night. It was like clockwork. As if he knew down to the very minute that he was supposed to be outside by now, wanting to know why he wasn’t. 

You let yourself in one evening on your day off with the kids in tow, having just picked them up from Abby’s. Frank had called midway through his shift and asked if you could get them. You didn’t question it, promising you’d get them settled. 

“What’s for dinner?” Tanner asked as he set down his bag, already heading for the kitchen. “Where’s Dad?”

You picked up his bag to put it on the hook by the door, following him. “Work, I think. He’ll be home soon.”

“Is Daddy with Aunt Cassie?” Penny asked, trailing after Teddy as he walked into the kitchen with an expectant look on his face. 

“I’m not sure,” you said again, kneeling to pet Teddy. “You want your walk, huh? Kids? Wanna take Teddy for his walk with me? Then we can come home and make dinner?”

“Mhm,” they murmured in agreement, Tanner kneeling to help Penny lace her shoes tighter. 

You clipped Teddy’s leash to his collar,

leading him and the kids outside and down the stairwell. You made sure to keep them close, staying within a few streets of the apartment complex. The kids mostly talked amongst themselves, every once in a while glancing up at you to ask a nonsensical question. Teddy scanned the path ahead of you with the vigilance of a guard dog. He was prone to acting like he was a much scarier dog than he was. 

You got him and the kids back into the apartment in one piece, dinner on the table half an hour later. Frank finally walked in the door once the kids had settled on the couch, Teddy snoring on the floor in front of them. You’d put on a movie to let him wait up tor Frank, but they’d passed out ten minutes in. You held a finger to your lips, motioning to the couch. 

Frank nodded, whispering as he set his bag down. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi, baby,” you smiled, letting him pull you into a hug. “Good day?”

He hummed into your shoulder. “Long day.”

He wasn’t saying it, but you could feel the tension in his stature. You sighed, patting his hip before heading for the couch. You leaned down to scoop Penny up, guiding her head onto your shoulder.

“Why do you always get the polite one?” he asked, scooping Tanner up with a wince as he squirmed in his sleep. 

“Because Tanner is heavy and Penny likes it better when I tuck her in.”

“No she doesn’t,” he grumbled, resting his chin on Tanner’s shoulder. “When did she say that?”

“Do you tuck her Barbie in with her?”

Frank looked at you like you’d grown two heads. “No?”

You stifled a laugh, holding Penny tighter when her arms wrapped around your neck. “Exactly.”

You took them to their respective rooms, leaving Penny’s door cracked open so Teddy could move in and out. Of all the places in the house, the foot of her bed was his favorite place to be when she was home. He hopped up on the bed the second you got her settled, lying down at her feet. You smoothed a hand over his fur before heading back out into the hall where Frank was waiting. 

“Tired?” you asked, following him into the bedroom. “That was a lot of overtime.”

“I feel disgusting,” he muttered, heading into the adjoined bathroom to turn on the shower. “Did they eat? Did you eat?”

You nodded, already digging through the dresser to get him fresh clothes. “Mhm. There’s leftovers if you want me to heat them up.”

“I’m about three minutes from crashing, I think. Thank you, though.”

You got under the covers as he showered and got ready for bed, scrolling on your phone until you felt the mattress dip next to you. Frank immediately reached for you, his nose pressed into the crook of your neck. You let him pull you closer, settling a leg over his hip when he couldn’t get you any closer. He hummed, the heat of his palm settling at the base of your spine. You reached up to rake your fingers through his hair. 

“You okay?” you asked, getting little more than a hum in response. 

He nodded into you. “Better now.”

You smiled to yourself, shifting until you were practically laying on top of him. He let out a soft breath, pulling you closer. Frank wasn’t always one for cuddling. He usually fell on opposite ends of the spectrum. Like in other aspects of his life, he felt in extremes. He either wanted space on his side of the bed and couldn’t bear more than a hand or so touching him, or he felt like he would die if he didn’t have every inch of his skin touching yours. There was no in between.

Tonight was clearly the latter. 

“I don’t need to be worried, do I?” you murmured as you looked up at him.

His eyes were soft as he looked back. “No, sweetheart. I’d tell you if there was anything to worry about.”

A few months ago, you wouldn’t have believed that. He’d gotten very good at lying through his teeth when it came to protecting you from him. But ever since he came back from the night shift, that bad habit had lessened. 

“Besides,” he mused, smoothing his thumb along your cheek. “Cassie would have ratted me out by now if there was.”

You grinned, plopping down to rest your cheek on his chest. “She’s my favorite.”

“Don’t let Robby hear you say that. Or Abbot…or Mohan…or Santos…actually, you just can’t say that. How about we keep the favorites to a minimum unless you’re talking about me? You know, for fairness?”

You fought not to roll your eyes. “For fairness, huh? Right.”

“Right.”

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“I swear to god, I will smother you,” Trinity grumbled from one end of the couch, Frank at the other. “Sit still.”

You managed to stifle a laugh from your spot in between them, pretending to be invested in the screen. “Behave, you two. You’re disturbing us.”

“Yeah,” Whitaker mumbled through a mouth full of popcorn from his place on the floor. 

“He’s bouncing his knee! It’s shaking the whole couch.”

“I can’t help it if I can’t sit still for long.” Frank let out a long sigh, only calming when you rested your hand on his knee. 

“Undiagnosed ADHD bastard,” Trinity murmured under her breath, earning a real laugh from you. 

“Who is this guy again?” Frank asked you, watching the screen with furrowed brows. “What is he?”

Whitaker didn’t miss a beat, keeping his eyes on the screen as he explained. “That’s Bibble. He’s a puffball. He lives in Fairytopia with Elina. Jesus, keep up.”

“But this is Mermadia?” Frank looked at you for help with an exasperated expression. “I am so lost.”

You patted his thigh, leaning into his side. “Should’ve invited Vic over. She could give you a powerpoint presentation on the lore of all these movies.” 

Frank sighed, settling into the back of the couch to focus harder on the movie. “Looks like I’m gonna need it.”

—

Every once in a while, Frank would pick up a night shift to get a change of pace. On the days that he did that, you’d show up a few minutes early just to see him for a little bit before he went home to crash and your day shift started. 

You found yourself behind the nurses desk, not yet clocked in as you watched the night shift work. Jack spotted you as you settled in what would be Dana’s chair in a few minutes, walking over to greet you. 

“Hey, kid,” he bent down to press a kiss to the top of your head, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Seriously considering poaching your boy. He gives Shen a run for his money.”

“Don’t do Shenny boy like that,” you mused, sliding a rolly chair over so he could sit. 

He plopped himself down next to you with a groan. “I’m beat.”

“You’re getting too old for this.”

Jack rolled his eyes, nudging your shoulder with his. “You menaces to society have aged me.”

You turned to rest your head on his shoulder, glancing around as the night crew fluttered around with an efficiency you couldn’t fathom. How Frank managed those weeks he spent here, you’d never know. You watched him follow Shen into one of the Trauma bays, still not having noticed your presence. 

Jack smirked to himself as he noticed you staring. “Easy, lover girl. He’s not going anywhere.”

“Like you don’t stare at Robby like that,” you retorted, scrunching your nose up. “Ew, by the way.”

“Stare at me like what?” Robby said as he approached the desk, setting his things down.

You grinned, patting the empty chair on your other side. “Speak of the devil.”

“Your girl here can’t stop staring at her boyfriend,” Jack chuckled, glancing at the Trauma bay to make sure Frank and Shen didn’t need an assist. “I think she’s about to start writing in her diary.”

“God forbid a girl appreciate the view.”

Robby chuckled quietly. “Always been a sucker for a pretty face.”

“And you haven’t?” you gestured towards Jack.

Robby flushed ever so slightly, turning his head. “Well played.”

The moment fell quiet as the three of you sat back and watched. The sun was just beginning to come up and shine through the ambulance bay doors. It was almost peaceful. The calm before the storm. 

“He’s come really far,” Robby finally broke the silence as he watched Frank work, his voice quiet. 

You felt something shift and crack in your chest. An ache, but the good kind. Like the kind you get from watching an old movie from your childhood that could give you nostalgia like no other. 

Jack grinned, nodding. “Careful, Robinavitch. That almost sounded like pride.”

Robby rolled his eyes. “So what if it is? I’d say he’s earned it.”

You smiled to yourself. He had come far, hadn’t he? He’d also put you both through the fucking wringer, but he’d spent the last few months making up for it as best he could. You were coming up on a year of Frank coming back to work, and a year and a half of him being sober. Neither of those were small things. 

“You have too,” Robby murmured to you, the creases around his eyes softening as he gazed at you. “So proud of you, honey.”

You could feel that familiar stinging behind your eyes. “Hush. I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’ve gotta go get ready for handoffs,” Jack said as he stood, amused by you and Robby’s attempt at spoken affection. “You’re still coming to dinner tomorrow, right?” 

You quickly nodded, blinking away the forming tears with a shake of your head. “Mhm.”

Jack brushed his hand along the nape of your neck, doing the same to Robby before straightening up. “Be good, you two. Love you.”

“Love you,” you replied, watching him go.

Jack disappeared around the corner, the first of the day crew starting to trail in and head towards the locker room. In a few minutes, your little bubble of peace would be gone. You held onto the moment for as long as you could before Robby shifted next to you. 

“You know,” he started, angling to face you. “I used to think everyone only got one chance. That people would say they gave second chances, but it was really just delaying the inevitable. That in reality, that one mistake would make or break them.”

You turned to face him, prompting him to continue. “And now?”

“Now?” he asked, turning to glance over in Frank’s direction. “Now I think there’s no such thing as first or second chances. Just making mistakes and learning from them.” 

You followed his gaze to see Shen and Frank standing at the end of the hall, Frank laughing at something Shen had said. You could hear the faint sound of it from across the room despite all the monitors and machines beeping loudly. It made your chest ignite. 

Robby let out a sigh. “I spent a long time looking at him and only seeing the worst things that he’d done. I never thought I’d look at him and see you staring back at me.”

You couldn’t fight the tears this time. You choked them down as best you could, but you could feel your throat go tight and your lash line weighing heavy at his words. You were one kind word away from a full meltdown.

“You’re going for the jugular today.”

Robby huffed out a laugh, standing. “Sorry, kid. Come here.”

You got to your feet and let him pull you into a hug, resting your cheek against his chest. He squeezed you tight, letting you hide your face until he felt your shoulders relax again. He let the hug go on a few more seconds for good measure before gently backing up. 

Frank finally noticed your presence, walking over to lean against the counter with a raised brow. “What are you two getting all weepy about?” 

You scowled at him, rubbing at your eyes. “And to think I was about to say something nice to you.”

“Nice?” he perked up, leaning closer. “I like nice.”

Robby chuckled, picking his bag up to head towards the locker room. “Hope you like groveling. Sounds like you have a knack for earning the chance to.”

“Yeah…oops,” Frank winced, glancing at you to make sure you weren’t actually upset.

Robby walked away, leaving you both standing on either side of the nurses station. Frank smiled tiredly, reaching over to take your hand. You let him fidget with the bracelet on your wrist that matched the one on his, courtesy of Penny. 

“Am I in trouble?” he asked, only half kidding.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Haven’t decided yet.”

Frank laughed, squeezing your hand. “Lucky me.” 

You moved to walk around the nurses station until you were standing in front of him. You pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tight before you pulled back to look up at him. 

“Drive safe, okay?”

He nodded, stretching his arms above his head to get out all the tension the shift left him with. “Mhm. Call me if you need anything?”

“Yup.”

“Yup.”

Frank squeezed his arm around your waist one more time before pulling away to head towards the locker room. You watched him go, gathering your own things to start getting ready for the day. You didn’t hear Dana come over to settle in her chair until she nudged your ankle with her foot. 

“Hey. Mrs. Langdon-Robinavitch. Hop to.” 

You rolled your eyes, bending down to give her a side hug before heading towards the locker room. 

“Yes ma’am.”

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would die for a rabbot x reader smau!!! i want those men yearning like crazy

very much considering it

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Not the same anon, but a Mohabbot x reader smau would DEFINITELY eat 😭 I'd read the hell out of that. Also a Rabbot x reader smau! Those old men need to grovel and pine

ugh i literally can’t decide, i love both ideas. robby and abbot are so fun to write, writing them together would definitely give me a lot of ideas. but i also love my girl samira and would absolutely love doing something for her too. (im tempted to say fuck it and make it a quad lol). i’m gonna let the poll sit for a while, but best believe im over here brainstorming