pairings: jack abbot x roommate!reader, baran al-hashimi x roommate!trinity santos, michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x roommate!dennis whittaker
summary: you sneak Jack into your shared apartment space but little do you know, so has Trinity with Al-Hashimi and Dennis with Robby.
contains: crack LOL, implied smut but nothing explicit, fluff, age gaps with all pairings, cliff hanger? rushed ending?
notes: hey this is insane sorry i came up with this while high and on a walk eating ice cream lmao big day for anyone who ships trinity x al hashimi and dennis x robby i guess? this is also kinda giving that one spider-man meme where they’re all like pointing at each other HAHAHAHA
Jack feels like a teenager again whenever he sneaks into your apartment. you usually spend the weekends at his place but this weekend you insisted he stayed over at yours so you could try a nearby breakfast cafe in the morning.
you’ve been living with Trinity since your med school days and recently Dennis has moved into the third bedroom space that was previously used as a giant storage closet. you liked living with them and despite working the night shift, you were still able to make time for each other.
though, the apartment has felt a bit off lately. you’ve noticed movie nights have been getting cancelled, Trinity and Dennis stay in their respective rooms more often, and sometimes you hear different voices that don’t belong to your roommates right as you’re about the fall asleep from a long shift. you’ve convinced yourself that the sleep deprivation is driving you insane and those voices were just in your head, maybe they were just remnants of patients in the ER.
you come out of your bedroom to see Trinity making dinner in the kitchen. she’s got a three course meal laid out on the counter.
“Woah, who’s the Michelin star dinner for?” you ask, peering over her shoulder as she stirs sauce around.
“I’m trying something new! Meal prepping, you heard of it?” she bites back. Trinity comes off a bit more defensive than usual. you back away in defeat, she’s probably stressed out over Garcia texting her suddenly, or maybe Dennis pushed her buttons again.
“Kay, well I’ll see you in a bit.” she turns to look at you and sees that you’re a little more dressed up than usual. your hair is blown out to perfection and your cheeks are extra pink from your blush.
“Hot date tonight or something?” Trinity smirks at you.
“Wouldn’t you like to know!” you reply with a similar smirking expression. “I bet Huckleberry’s out on a date with Amy right now.” you change the subject quick to avoid her pressing further.
“He hasn’t been home in days and y’know he’s been kinda avoiding me whenever I see him at work! Like he’s practically running away from me.” she says, turning the stove off.
“And what about you? Still hung up on Garcia? I sure hope all this is actually meal prep and not you trying to win her back over.” you say gesturing to food she’s got out on the countertop.
Trinity rolls her eyes and you take that as your cue to leave.
Doctor Al-Hashimi is the first of the three attendings to enter the shared apartment space that night. her and Trinity eat dinner together alone in the empty apartment before continuing behind Trinity’s closed door. Dennis comes home later that night with Doctor Robby. he sees multiple sets of plates by the sink but thinks nothing of it. you probably just ate dinner with Trinity before leaving, he assumes. Robby already knows his way around and heads straight to Dennis’ room.
a few hours later, you and Jack stumble into the apartment giggling. you had spent a few hours out together at a new fancy cocktail bar you saw on tiktok, then at a dive bar Jack suggested since he wanted to end the night with something “old and classic”
“I hope I get to end the night with someone old and classic.” you remember saying as you winked at him. he knows you’re just joking around but he takes your suggestion seriously.
by the end of the night, you’re stumbling around trying to get to his car, giggling as you hold onto his arm for balance. Jack is practically sober and just happy to see you let loose after a long week. he takes pride in taking care of you and didn’t mind that you were a little tipsy.
you slip your kitten heels off before Jack has you against the front door kissing you deeply. you moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his shoulders. you try to pull away from him for a second,
“Jack, my room, we can’t out here-” he cuts you off with another kiss before slowly kissing down your neck,
“I know pretty, give me a second.” he pulls away and grabs your hand, pulling you towards your bedroom to finish what he’s started.
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Jack is wide awake, staring at the walls of your bedroom. you’re passed out curled up against him, snoring softly. he smiles with pride at the sight. if he wasn’t such a night owl, he’s sure he’d be the exact same, especially after the several rounds you put him through. Jack has seen your bedroom a dozen times now. you’ve got a small vanity in the corner, with an overflowing dresser beside it. for a doctor who spends most her week in scrubs, you sure have a lot of clothes, he thinks to himself. there’s film and music posters all over your walls and a small collection of photobooth strips in a wall corner. Jack makes a mental note to make sure you put up the newest addition to the corner of the wall.
he slowly pulls himself away from you and sits up to put his prosthetic back on. he looks down at you and sees you shuffle around before laying on your other side. as he exits your room, he makes sure to shut the door as softly as possible before turning around to see Doctor Al-Hashimi with the same idea. she’s completely frozen with a glass of water in hand as she stares back at the other attending,
“I was just grabbing some water.” she starts as she breaks the silence.
“Me too,” Jack replies awkwardly. he walks towards the cabinet to grab a glass and fills it with water. Baran hasn’t moved and doesn't know if she should go back to Trinity’s room or if she should explain herself. “So you and uh- Whittaker?” Jack questions.
“God, no!” Baran whispers in shock. she almost looks offended at the accusation. Jack raises an eyebrow as the response. The door knob to Dennis’ door starts to jiggle, causing Baran and Jack to look over. The tallest of the three attendings emerge from Dennis’ room.
Robby’s eyes are wide at the sight. two of his attendings (one of which is his best friend) are standing in the kitchen of his secret partner’s apartment. Robby awkwardly shuts the door,
“So, do you wanna start first or should I?” Jack starts in disbelief
“I was gonna tell you-“ Robby replies. Jack is quick to cut him off.
“Well, why don’t you tell me all about it over breakfast? We can cook it in the kitchen of our resident’s apartment!” Jack whisper yells back.
“Oh, as if you’re any better. Y’know I thought Ellis was joking when she said you were giving her special treatment but now I’m seeing it’s a lot more than just special!” Robby says gesturing to your bedroom door. Right as Jack is about to reply, Baran lets out a harsh Shh!
The apartment is quiet again. No one moves.
“I suggest that we all go back to bed and we figure this out tomorrow,” Baran says calmly. Robby and Jack stare at each other, still in disbelief. “Or at least I will.” Baran is the first of the three to retreat back into her girlfriend’s room. Jack and Robby stay, both still confused.
“So, how long?” Robby asks, breaking the awkward silence.
“Six months, you?”
“Nine.”
“Hm,” Jack acknowledges as he puts the glass in the sink. neither of them push on any further questions for the time being.
“Well, good luck tomorrow morning.” Jack slowly opens the door to your bedroom. Robby lets out a chuckle.
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the morning sun shines through your sheer curtains waking you up. you slowly open your eyes to a small hangover headache and empty bed. Jack liked to wait for you to wake up so the empty bed made you panic slightly. you grab your phone to check if Jack had left you any messages. usually, he’d leave you a goodbye text or let you know he stepped out if he needed to, but there was nothing. however there were dozens of messages from Trinity and Dennis all along the same premise.
wake the fuck up
why is abbot in our living room
how long has this been going on
explain now
you get up in a rush to explain. you knew you were going to have to tell them eventually, you just didn’t think that they would find out because your boyfriend decided to get up early and watch tv. you open your bedroom door to see Trinity and Dennis eating breakfast at the dining table, eyes wide as they stare at you.
“Morning!” a deeper voice says. you whip your head towards the kitchen to see Doctor Robby, Doctor Al-Hashimi, and of course your boyfriend Doctor Jack Abbot all looking at you with big smiles.
“So which couple wants to start explaining first?” Jack says with a big smirk on his face. couple? you look back at the dining table to find Trinity and Dennis staring at their apparent partners.
heather collins and emery walsh were definitely missed in season two because how come abbot got to basically spawn in the ed with full armour in his sweaty swat thing acting all cool and no one bullied him. how come no one made fun of this man. we could have had mckay and heather roll their eyes behind his back, we could've had emery make fun of his little outfit the second she walked in with her hands on her hip. he would have never been allowed to feel any pride about being there had any of those two seen him. his ego would have been stomped on and for good reason. i think even al hashimi should have been more weirded out by this madman
summary: you end up getting into a casual arrangement with your older woman work crush cassie mckay.
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Dbf!Jack who catches you smoking a cigarette and tells you how bad it is for you while taking a puff for himself and you tell him you just like the taste so he kisses you instead
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“‘s bad for you, baby—here.” he grabs the cigarette from your fingers, you’re already pouting but he clicks his tongue as he puts it to his mouth, taking a drag—crows feet crinkling as he squints his eyes.
you’re a bit stunned, this older man just plucking your cig from your fingers after reprimanding you. after he takes his drag, he grabs your head, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you towards him, giving you a kiss on your mouth, smoke moving between you and your mouths.
he pulls back a bit, smiling wolfishly, “there. you like the taste, honey? you’ll only taste it from my lips from now on, got it?”
you nod as he’s got his hand on your chin, eyes a bit hooded as he chuckles, “you’re insatiable. gotta fuck you now, huh?” and you nod dumbly again. everything this man does turns you on i swear !!
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