Landslide
Part 1 of ??? to Lover, Come Hold Me
Sugar!Daddy Rabbot x fem!reader fluff
Summary: They listen to your music
Notes: Let me know if you want more of these guys! I will definitely be writing up the rest of the drabbles that are linked in lover come hold me. Gif isnt mine!
Jack had never been interested in music. Not to say he didn’t enjoy music in certain situations, and he’d been with Robby long enough to know what to play for him when he had a bad day or a good day. But he had never put on music just for himself to enjoy. He didn’t mind the silence. Robby had always had three playlists, sunny days, gloomy days, and background music. Pretty simply for Jack.
You on the other hand, entered their lives like a whirlwind and Jack was still trying to figure out the difference between a bad day in spring and a good day in fall playlist. One of the first things you and Robby had bonded over was music. You loved the new stuff, but the oldies did it for you just as much.
The very first time either of them saw you was just after sunrise. You were carrying a box of donuts with a cheery colorful sweatshirt on and a clipboard. You were humming along to a song playing through your corded headphones, head bopping to the music.
Jack clocked you the second you walked through the doors, smiling at some of the EMTs, and he might even say now that he had fallen at that moment. That of course would be dramatic but he was jealous that he didn’t draw out a smile like that from you. He was already plotting how when you walked up to the nurse’s station and Lena gave you a warm welcome, sliding over a stack of papers and a large clear box of medications.
“And who might this be?” Jack asked, leaning against the counter to take some weight off his bad leg. Lena had clocked him from a mile away, he was sure of it.
“This is one of our street team volunteers. Our best I would say.” You blushed, looking down at the list of runs and medical professionals you had on your docket. Anything to not look at Doctor Jack Abbott. You knew enough about the Pitt after four months of volunteering to know that he wasn’t only taken, he was taken by the elusive Doctor Robby who you rarely saw on the day shift.
“That’s giving me too much credit and the actual medical professionals not enough,” you laughed, “I just keep track.”
“The street team? How’d you get into that if you don’t work here?” Your eyes met Jack’s and, revisiting it, maybe that’s when he fell.
“How do you know I don’t work here, Doctor Abbott?” His eyebrow raised and the little smile on his face turned into a smirk.
“So you’ve heard of me?” Every ounce of brat poured into your next line and Jack could feel it pumping adrenaline into his bloodstream.
“But you haven’t heard of me… shame.” You grabbed the stack of papers that Lena had left and clipped them to your board, winking at Doctor Abbot before sauntering away to where today’s street team awaited.
“Be careful, Abbot,” Lena warned before following the chorus of voices calling her name. Jack watched you walk away, considering if getting your number before asking Robby was appropriate or not.
He hadn’t had to wait for long. Robby had joined him on the roof less than an hour later and before he could even say anything Robby said that Lena had warned him that he had a wandering eye.
“Snitch.” They leaned elbows against the railing and Jack told Robby about his shift and Robby told Jack what he left him for breakfast. Their morning kiss was easy, over their shoulders and Jack’s nose tickled from Robby’s beard even as they made their way back to the stairs.
“So who had your eye wandering?” Jack huffed a laugh, shouldering his partner in the side lightly and instead of letting him brush it off, Robby wrapped an arm around him and held him close. They’d been together decades and Jack was always a flirt. Robby knew better than to be jealous. Their arrangements had lasted just as long as the women would put up with Robby hanging around.
“The girl who volunteers for street team. She really is just a girl.” The second line came out as more of a groan. A complaint that Robby wanted to swallow up with a kiss. Instead, he paused, head tilted, and his arm around Jack forced him to pause too.
“Which girl?”
That was all it took. One question. Robby flirted with you when you came back and Jack the next morning and if Dana slipped your phone number into Robby’s hoodie pocket on the third day of torture to this poor girl that was her business.
It was one group text, one dinner, and one night in bed and the deal was sealed.
And now Jack was sitting in the passenger seat of his own truck listening to Sabrina Carpenter. It wasn’t precisely where he imagined he would be at one in the morning on a Tuesday, but he had taken a few days off to make some follow up appointments with his podiatrist and the VA and it had presented a rare occasion for all three of you to go out to a nice dinner together. Robby, being the responsible one who also had a shift to start in 6 hours, was dead sober, one of his big hands on your thigh the other on the wheel. You were in the middle of the bench seat, shimmying along to Manchild, which was already ridiculous given the two men flanking you, but was additionally ridiculous because why was Sabrina Carpenter playing in Jack Abbot’s car.
Yet he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as you sang along, swaying both with the music and the liquor in his veins. He knew you two were going to sleep hard this morning, and Robby would have to drag himself out of the tangle of your limbs because even being a few decades out of combat, Jack couldn’t stand anyone holding him while he slept. Instead you and Robby were always wrapped together on one side of the bed while he lay still as a statue on the other.
Jack looked over at Robby, and caught his eye in the rearview mirror. Robby was smiling just as hard, and as the song switched, both of them started laughing. This was a Robby and you blended playlist and it slid into Fleetwood Mac. You were both singing along then, and Jack leaned back in his seat, head against the rest and lolled to the left so he could watch you both. When you looked over at him, you could practically see the cartoon hearts in his eyes.
You’d always believed that people’s eyes were the windows to their soul. It was easy to see what they were thinking and feeling. Even if their face didn’t betray them, their eyes would. That was probably one of the many reasons you decided to go to college for social work, regardless of the end result of a low paying job that was relatively thankless. University of Pittsburgh's program was one of the best in the nation and it was cheap being from the other side of the state.
You had expected the difficult internships and the psychology classes that made no sense and the occasional medical student lecture to learn about the things you could administer as a social worker versus couldn’t. What you hadn’t expected was that your junior summer you would intern at the Pitt with one of your adjunct professors and meet two doctors who didn’t wear their hearts on their sleeves, but right in their eyes.
It had been more than easy to fall in love with them, and when you went back to your last year of college they were happy to cover your rent when your afterschool job helping out at the foster care center wasn’t enough to pay for that and tuition. Robby had slipped a heavy metal card into your hand the first time you complained about how expensive groceries were and Jack showed up at your apartment with the exact outfit you had been eyeing when you were window shopping the afternoon prior.
That wasn’t to say your relationship only benefitted you. Jack wasn’t alone all day anymore, and Robby repeatedly reminded you how grateful he was that Jack wasn’t throwing himself into dangerous situations anymore because you were home to spend time with him.
Jack was less vocal, but just as grateful that Robby didn’t spend those night hours alone and in his own head. There was always someone there, which was usually all they needed, but it helped that it was you and you loved them.
And it helped that you loved the Pitt. Your summer volunteering had turned into full-time scheduling, planning, and occasionally going out with the team. It took the burden off the nurses in the Pitt and the social workers in the hospital, and you were happy to do it regardless of the apt income Robby and Jack provided to the household, but it helped the hospital that they didn’t also have to pay you.
Robby was turning the truck around the last corner towards the house when a soft song came on and you dropped your head onto Jack’s shoulder.
“Thanks for indulging my music tastes,” you giggled, alcohol still very much running through your veins.
“Indulging you, baby?” Jack asked with a laugh. Robby caught his eye over your head and he smiled.
“You’re indulging us.”
“I love you guys,” you whispered, almost shy, into Jack’s shirt. He could tell you’d be asleep in no time.
“I love you too,” both men responded, sliding you out of the bench seat when you got home and carrying you to bed.
