AHHH the new chapter of What Baking Can Do was sooooo good😼😼 am really worried that ‘and hopefully for many days after that’ isn’t foreshadowing some angst…. 👀👀
Hi hi!! I’m so so happy you enjoyed! As for the last line… well…. I’m not sure if you want me to lie or not :)
cw: fluff, mentions of food, hints of spice but not explicitly described
summary: you are samira’s roommate and a baker! what happens when you start to fall for her married bosses jack abbot and michael robinavitch?
a/n: taglist is closed; photos do not depict reader! just aesthetic! (even so, why is pinterest like all skinny white girls 😭)
part twelve: let us eat cake
your pov: fluff, mentions of food, hints of spice but not explicitly described
Gently, Jack pries your phone from your hands and sets it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. You only pout slightly before letting yourself be pulled closer into Jack’s chest. You sigh contentedly, digging your nose into his clothed shoulder- the shirt smelling like laundry detergent and sleep. Michael groans in protest as Jack pulls you closer, feeling your weight slip further from his grasp. He flings an arm over your waist, fingers dusting against Jack’s hip, as his forehead presses to your back.
“Jack’so’selfish” he slurs, half awake, “always tries to take the blankets and now trying to take you.”
You chuckle softly and reach back, scratching his scalp at an awkward angle. The brunette melts further into you, boneless and heavy against you.
“Not selfish, just trying to get her to go to sleep. Too busy up on her phone to get the rest she needs.”
Michael clicks his tongue admonishingly, “those damn phones.”
“You both worry about appearing old, but you two literally age yourselves with comments like that.”
Jack grunts in protest, squeezing you tighter, “hush. You like that we’re old and grumpy.”
You really do, but you won’t admit it out loud. Instead you pinch his side and attempt to wiggle away from his grasp. You don’t make it far with Robby blocking your path like a wall. He steadies your hips, “don’t move like that.”
“Why- ohhhh.”
You smirk to yourself even though your awareness brings heat and nerves to your belly.
“Don’t tease,” he grumbles, squeezing your waist tighter.
You roll onto your back so that you can face him, noses brushing, “I’m gonna tease you, Michael. Still a little mad at you on behalf of Mira. Probably always will be.”
His brown eyes soften even more in the dark as he pecks your lips, “I suppose I deserve that. Guess I’ll just have to keep working to make it up to you.”
An appreciative hum escapes your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck and dig your face into his scruff. He hugs you close, and you revel in his warmth.
Jack, from behind you, grumbles something about “now who’s selfish” before tucking himself further against your side. His wrist brushes against your hip as he traces patterns into Robby’s forearm, the rhythmic motion finally making your eyes heavy. The latter kisses your forehead as the former kisses your neck and your lashes begin to stick together, failing to fight gravity and exhaustion. Though a part of you wants to stay up and keep talking, so that the date doesn’t end, you know that you don’t have to worry. Both Michael and Robby will be there in the morning, and hopefully, many days after.
summary: you’re and r1 and a r3, dr. santos, catches you on tinder on your break….
a/n: this is been in my drafts a minute but I needed a cleanse from writing about men :( so here’s something short about this wonderful woman
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“What’re you doing?”
You jump a mile, slamming your phone down on the table as you look up, startled, at your coworker Trinity Santos.
“Taking a quick lunch break, is that okay?”
Since Trinity is an R3 and you’re only an R1, she’s technically your superior in some ways. You’re pretty positive you’re allowed to be taking this break, but the look on her face makes you think you’re doing something you’re not supposed to.
“That’s not what it looks like.”
“I-“
The brunette reaches out and swipes your phone from the table before you can stop her, ignoring your protest. Her eyes narrow on the screen, and you think you’re really in for it now. You weren’t lying when you said you were taking a lunch break, but eating wasn’t really the only thing you were doing.
“Tinder, really?” she asks, unimpressed.
You visibly cringe, reaching out to try and snatch your phone, secured in a lavender case, back from the R3’s clutches. Trinity only tuts at you, pulling away further so that it is out of reach.
“Do you really think that being on a dating app is a good use of your time?” she drawls, eyes flitting back to your screen.
“I’m sorry, I- I promise I’ll get back to work I just-“
“That’s not what I meant,” she interrupts, “I don’t care what you do on your break.”
Your brows furrow in confusion, mind racing, “so, what did you mean?”
Trinity sets your phone back on the table within your grasp. Despite your desire to snatch it up, you’re entranced by the way she leans against the surface, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal slivers of her tattoos. Something flowery wafts off her despite the distinct scent of hospital that clings to everyone who works at PTMC, and it makes you swallow thickly.
“I just think that you’re wasting your time on a dating app,” she responds bluntly.
“Well it’s not like I have time to go out and meet someone in person,” you murmur, picking under your fingernails sheepishly, “and I don’t really want to be alone forever.”
Trinity snorts and your head shoots up, trying to mask the hurt you’re feeling at her blaséness towards your vulnerability. Still, stubborn tears prick at your eyes, “I didn’t realize that was funny.”
Her smirk drops, “hey, no. That’s not- I just…fuck.”
The brunette crosses her arms across her chest. She tugs her lip between her teeth as she looks at her shoes, “sorry, I just, think it’s funny that you think you’ll be alone forever. You’re smart, beautiful, funny, and so kind. You’re perfect, and I certainly don’t think you deserve any of the assholes you’d meet on a dating app.”
You scoff disapprovingly, “I’m not perfect.”
Trinity cocks her head at you, “don’t be something you’re not- don’t be dumb.”
“What?”
She inches around the table towards you and sits on the edge, so that you’re only inches apart, “god, how do you not see what everyone else sees? What I see?”
Your eyes widen, butterflies erupting in your stomach, “what do you-“
The door to the break room clicks open and Javadi pops her head in, “Dr. Santos, they need you in room 5.”
Her gaze flits between the two of you, sensing the tension in the air, “sorry, did I-“
Trinity hops up, hands casually finding the ends of her stethoscope around her neck, “nope, be right there.”
Once the door closes again the R3 looks back to you and lightly dusts her fingers over your bare arm- so quickly you almost think you could’ve imagined it, “delete the app, gorgeous.”
Before you can recover she’s gone, leaving your cheeks flaming and mind whirling.
like is it just me or are writers apparently just never good enough
if you like a fic and ever find yourself wanting to beg for a second part instead of telling the writer how much you liked the first part, please think again!
i know comments like these may seem harmless as a reader, but when you're indulging in content that real life people are writing for free and can only ask for more instead of appreciating what's in front of you, you're demotivating a writer.
i hid all the usernames because i don't want to shame anyone, and want to give you a chance you correct yourself next time since you may not be realising what your words are actually implying, but this isn't nice.
wanting a second part as if the writer didn't spend their time writing a story to begin with isn't nice. asking for a long form of a fic a real person spent time writing is not nice. saying that fics for a movie are finally coming out when it's been less that 24 hours is not nice. because you're implying that writers need to work harder and you're not saying appreciating what has already been done.
cw: mentions of food…the rest will remain a surprise :), mdni!!
summary: you are samira’s roommate and a baker! what happens when you start to fall for her married bosses jack abbot and michael robinavitch?
a/n: taglist is closed
part ten: jam thumbprint cookies
your pov:
robby’s pov:
your pov:
The texts from Robby and Abbot send you scrambling- darting off to your room to change out of your ratty sweats and into something decently acceptable. You settle on a pair of comfortable jeans and a pink tank top, hoping to appear nice yet casual. You don’t bother with makeup or any other embellishments, instead favoring a quick scan of your apartment to make sure it isn’t too messy. You quickly put a dish and half-full mug in the sink and fluff the throw pillows before there’s a knock at the door. Curiosity and butterflies settle in your gut simultaneously at the prospect of your roommate’s two bosses being at your doorstep.
When you open the door you’re floored by the sight of the two of them. Sure, they’re not in the fancy suits you enjoyed a few weeks back at dinner, but they somehow look almost even more handsome in casual clothes.
Jack’s wearing a black t-shirt that strains against his chest and biceps, with blue jeans that compliment his legs. His silver curls are fresh in the sun, clearly prepped after a nice shower. Michael, on the other hand, is in a relaxed, loose t-shirt and blue jeans- the outfit doing little to hide the small tummy (that you adore) beneath his clothes. Best of all, he’s got glasses perched on his nose that make you want to squeal because he looks so cute.
The two are a sight for sore eyes, and your speechlessness is apparent to them, who can barely withhold their growing smirks.
“Hi, Sugar,” Jack offers, smile softening into something more genuine.
You return his smile with a suspicious stare, eyes traveling between the two of them, “hi….so, you wanna explain why you’re at my place?”
Robby huffs a laugh, “come on, don’t act like you’re not happy to see us.”
You roll your eyes at him but open your door wider, gesturing for them to come in. The two of them stepping into your home is surreal and it makes you a bit giddy. Awkwardly, you gesture towards the couch, “please, have a seat.”
They both settle into the less than stellar couch, sinking towards one another. You visibly cringe, “sorry. It’s a shitty couch. Between a broke resident and baker, we don’t own many fancy things.”
“Don’t apologize,” Robby offers, “we’ve both been there at some point.”
You smile sheepishly, “can I get you anything to drink? Also- oh-“ you pause, “I don’t mean to pry, but Jack, if you wanna take your prosthesis off you can.”
The tips of his ears redden and you feel as though you’ve embarrassed him, “I’m sorry I-“
“No, don’t apologize,” he murmurs, hand finding your knee. He squeezes it gently, “most people don’t think to offer that. That’s sweet. You’re sweet. Like your nickname.”
You feel your cheeks warm, eyes darting away from his face, “it’s nothing, really. Anyways, Robby can attest, I’m not always sweet.”
The brunette chuckles, “you’ve got a bit of spice to you too, that’s for sure. Though I’m pretty sure it’s all been well-deserved.”
You shrug unapologetically, meeting his face with a grin, “agreed.”
You look down to the tray sitting in Robby’s lap, “so, what do you have there?”
Both of them grow more sheepish, Jack rubbing the back of his neck, “well, we know this doesn’t really live up to your standards, but we wanted to make you something since you had a bad day yesterday.”
Robby hands you the tray, “for you.”
You lift the wax paper covering the top, smile widening as you admire the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen- homemade jam thumbprint cookies. The thumbprints are in the shapes of hearts, the jelly messily situated in the craters. It’s far from picture perfect, but the care behind them makes your heart warm.
“Guys- this is. This is so cute. You two are so cute, thank you..”
You stand up, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of you and reach forward, giving Robby a hug. He freezes momentarily before wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tight. You take a moment to soak in his scent- the musk of his body mixed with cologne- and the scratch of his beard against your neck. It makes you shiver.
When you pull away you step towards Jack. In a moment of weakness or stupidity, you bend down and press a kiss to his cheek, stomach a kaleidoscope of butterflies. Red spreads over Jack’s cheeks and you clear your throat awkwardly, “thank you.”
“You missed.”
You snap your head towards Robby. His brown eyes are dark, pupils wide in their irises.
“What?”
The brunette taps his lips once and points to Jack, “you missed.”
Your eyes dart to Jack, who is gazing at you with a heavy, wanting stare.
“What? I-“
“Come on, sweetheart, we both know you’ve been wanting to,” Jack mutters huskily, patting his lap.
“But you’re married- isn’t this- you-“
“We’ve talked about it. We want it if you want it,” Robby says, leaning towards you, “so?”
You nod shakily, settling gently on Jack’s thighs. His arm snakes around your waist and tugs you closer. You nearly topple into him, throwing a hand in front of you to settle at his chest. It’s as firm and toned as you imagined, and heat seeps through you.
“Can I?” he murmurs, cupping his other hand at your jaw.
“Okay.”
Your wildest dreams come true as Jack’s lips connect with yours. You sigh into his mouth, melting into the softness of his lips on yours. Your whole body is buzzing like a live wire, a bit in a shock that Jack Abbot is touching you- kissing you.
As his hands remain on the upper half of your body, you feel a third slide up your thigh. Robby presses against your side and buries his nose in the crook of your neck, humming softly, “you smell so good. I could eat you.”
You moan into Jack’s mouth and he takes advantage of the moment to deepen the kiss. Simultaneously, Robby places a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your neck and you turn to soup in their holds. You slide your fingers into Jack’s curls and the other hand up Robby’s neck, encouraging them closer. They appease your request, pressing against you in two spots in an absolutely delicious way. You think you must be dreaming, it’s all so wonderful. Then suddenly, it’s ripped away as the two of them pull back.
You whine quietly, “Why’d you stop?”
Jack chuckles lowly, voice thick with lust, “we wanna take things slow, sweetheart.”
“Let us take you out on a date first. Treat you right before we touch you,” Robby adds, “Okay!”
You nod eagerly, eyes wandering between the two, “Okay, Jack. Okay, Michael.”