Thinking about how when it comes to Rabbot x reader, the two men would naturally take on good cop, bad cop roles.
Robby would be so mean to you, taking a firmer approach with things—it’s in his nature after all. You act out? Robby’s right there to put you back in your place—hand smacking roughly against the meat of your ass, the skin quickly reddening from the force.
He’d be so condescending, giving you a fake pout when you start to cry, murmuring meanly, “too much? Well that’s too fucking bad, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a brat.” His hand comes down on your ass, causing you to cry out. “Jack’s too soft on you—I know what you need. Just need to be put in your place like a goddamn whore, isn’t that right pretty girl?”
Jack, on the other hand, would be right there afterwards to cradle you in his lap, murmuring sweet nothings about how good you took it. What a good girl you are for them. When your tears would begin to subside he’d take his aching cock out of his boxers, running the tip through your leaking folds while Robby lays right beside you guys and watches, hands crossed behind his head.
You’d whimper as Jack pulls you down onto him, hands gripping your sides for leverage as he bounces you up and down on his cock. He’d manhandle you, making sure you know exactly who’s in charge. When the pleasure becomes too much after two, three, maybe even four orgasms he’d finally relent, letting you rest, knowing that all you needed was to be fucked dumb—no thoughts left in your pretty head other than what a good, obedient girl you are for your boyfriends.
— IN WHICH : You pulled Dr Robby aside after going off on Dr Mohan to ask him if he wanted you to over look his outburst with Dr Mohan…
Soft Doctor f!reader x dr. robby Er settings, dr Robby blowing smoke, r gets frustrated, calls Dr Robby out , almost kisses him almost slaps him , she takes his bike keys , age gape pre relationship , r sticks for one of her favorite drs , Dr Mohan . WC : 2.5k angst/comfort kinda plays off of you push me , I push you back harder which can be found here …
After tonight’s episode— I wanted to have words with Dr Robby in Also wanna take his bike keys . I love my man but man .. not proofread I’m not very good at this but I love writing so .. I need him okay not gonna lie … please be kind thank you <3
AS YOU WALK UP TO HIM FEELING ANNOYED “So,” you say, your voice quiet but steady, “you planning on being a dick to everyone before you leave today?”
Robby stops.
He turns toward you slowly, like he’s making sure he heard that right.
“Excuse me?” he says.
Your stomach twists the second the words leave your mouth. This isn’t usually you. You’re the one who smooths things over, the one who keeps the peace when the floor gets tense. But the scene with Dr. Mohan earlier has been sitting in your chest all afternoon, heavy and wrong.
Still, you hold his gaze.
“Your outburst,” you say, softer now but no less firm. “With Dr. Mohan earlier.”
Around you, a couple people nearby start to glance over.
Robby notices it immediately. His jaw tightens, that familiar tension settling into his shoulders. The kind he carries when the day’s been too long and the weight of the hospital is starting to press in.
He drags a hand over the back of his neck, already exhausted, already done with today — and now this. “You picked a hell of a place to start that conversation,” he mutters.
“I know,” you say quietly. “But I didn’t like how you handled it.”
That lands.
For a moment he just looks at you.
Really looks at you.
Because you’re not usually the one confronting him. You’re soft, careful with people, the one who asks if everyone’s eaten, the one who brings coffee when the shift runs too long. The last person he expected to walk up and call him out in the middle of the floor.
Which means you must actually mean it.
His jaw flexes again. Not angry exactly — more like something tight sitting behind his ribs that he’s trying not to let out.
“Alright,” he says finally, voice low.
He glances around at the watching eyes, irritation flickering across his face.
“Private.”
He steps past you, expecting you to follow.
“I should slap you for that,” you murmur softly behind him, letting the words hang just out of reach.
Robby freezes mid-step, his shoulders stiffening for a second before that familiar, controlled exhale slips through his nose. He turns slowly, eyes catching yours, something faint — almost a smirk — tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You could try,” he says, voice low, dry, but careful. “I Wouldn’t recommend it ”
“Did I ask if you’d recommend it?” you say, voice quiet but sharp, letting each word land. He blinks, just a flicker that controlled pause before he can respond.
“You had a meltdown a few months ago,” you continue, tone steady but tense, “and we all overlooked it. And now you’re taking sabbatical leave… but yet, you can’t overlook hers?”
Robby swallows, jaw tightening. The edge of his exhaustion shows in the set of his shoulders, in the way his hands flex at his sides. He doesn’t answer immediately — he can’t. The words hit where he doesn’t like to be hit accountability, and it being by you .
“No one sent you home,” you continue, voice quiet but firm. “No one said you were a liability. I just… I think you overstepped with her.”
Robby straightens slightly, brow furrowing. “What’s gotten into you?” he asks, low, tired, trying to keep his composure.
“What do you mean?” you say, folding your arms, refusing to back down.
He exhales, slow, deliberate. “You… you’re usually the quiet one. The soft-spoken one. The one who observes, keeps things calm… I don’t get why you’re acting like this with me.”
You swallow, a flush rising in your chest, part frustration, part relief that he’s noticing. “Maybe I’m tired you say, voice soft but steady. “Maybe I honestly didn’t like how you handled this.”
Robby’s eyes flick down briefly, then back to you. His jaw tightens, a small exhale through his nose. He’s always precise, always measured, but something about this — about you standing up to him — throws him off balance more than he’s willing to admit.
“I’ve apologized to her,” he says low, almost under his breath. You look up at him, still annoyed, letting your frustration show.
“That’s not my point,” you say, quiet but steady. “You called her a liability. She’s one of the best doctors I’ve worked with these past few months. You don’t think I wasn’t going to stick up for her?”
Robby exhales through his nose, a hand brushing briefly through his hair as he leans back slightly. It hits him
Robby’s eyes flick over you — slow, deliberate. He clocks the way your jaw tightens, the faint tightening in your hands, the slight flush that isn’t anger… it’s something else.
“You’re worked up,” he says finally, low, measured. “And I’m not talking about her.”
You blink, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
He leans back just a fraction, arms crossed, eyes still locked on yours. Every little thing you’re trying to hide — the frustration, the worry, the part of you that doesn’t want to admit it — he sees.
“You’re upset because I’m leaving,” he says again, softer this time, but still firm, as if stating it aloud will make you acknowledge it. “Not because of her. That’s the part you’ve been hiding behind.”
You shift slightly, and he notices that too — the way your shoulders droop, how your arms loosen just a hair. He’s not letting this slide. He’s seeing you. All of you.
Your hand shoots up, aiming for his face, but he catches your wrist just in time, holding it gently.
“Don’t,” he says, low, steady.
“Screw you,” you murmur, soft but sharp.
He lets out a quiet laugh, controlled, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “This isn’t funny,” you say, frustration threading through your voice. “How many times are we gonna keep doing this?” you ask, pressing him gently against the wall.
He leans in just a fraction, one eyebrow raised. “Someone’s about to notice we’re gone,” you add, voice low but teasing.
“Hey,” he says, a hint of dry humor in his tone, “you’re the one who dragged me down here again.”
I’m mad at you,” you murmur, turning back to him, voice low but steady.
“I’ve noticed,” he says, quiet, controlled, watching you closely.
“I don’t even know why,” you admit, voice tighter now. “I still don’t agree with how you acted earlier.”
“I know why you’re leaving,” you continue, softer now, almost a whisper. “I just… I don’t really want you to go. I didn’t get enough time with you.”
Your voice wavers, almost breaking. “Don’t send me home because you think I’m having some kind of episode,” you say, frustration and fear threading through your words.
You lift your hand slightly, half in warning, half in impulse. “I will slap you,” you mutter, quiet, sharp, letting him see just how worked up you are.
Robby studies you, eyes dark and steady, chest tight. He’s never seen you like this — soft, frustrated, vulnerable, and unwilling to back down all at once.
“Why… why do you care so much?” he asks finally, voice low, measured, but with a flicker of something unguarded underneath.
You shake your head slightly, letting a small, tired laugh escape. “You haven’t figured it out yet,” you say, voice soft but edged with frustration.
He blinks at you, brow furrowing, clearly caught off guard by the tone — the quiet intensity behind your words, the way you’re standing there, still soft, still furious, still not backing down.
“Because… I don’t want you to go,” you murmur, voice low, almost breaking. “You don’t understand… I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle this , you gone the next three months me worrying about you .
“You’re gonna be gone the next three months,” you say, voice low, a little frustrated. “Me, worrying about you while you’re gone…” No you say softly voice, Screw that …
“Give me your keys to your bike,” you add, holding out your hand. Robby laughs softly, shaking his head. “No.”
“Yes,” you insist, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “You might get them back at the end of the shift… or you might not.”
He studies you for a beat, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I’m starting to think I’ve grown on you,” he says slowly, “because you’re not so quiet anymore… not so soft-spoken.”
“Keys, Now Dr. Robby,” you reply, looking him straight in the eye, “and I won’t be asking again.”
He hands you his keys.
“Good boy,” you murmur softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “At least we know you know how to listen.”
“Don’t make me regret it,” he says, low, controlled.
“Don’t piss me off any more tonight,” you add, teasing but quiet, leaning just slightly closer.
You step back and walk up to the nurse’s desk. “Have you seen Whitaker?” you ask Dana.
“No,” she says. “You’ve been gone a while.”
You nod, voice soft. “It was only ten minutes.”
Dana notices Robby walking back too and smiles at you. “Kid… do you know what you’re doing?”
“I’ll be fine,” you reply quietly, giving her a small nod. “Tell Dr. Whitaker I’m looking for him. If you see him before I do.”
She nods, smiling between you and Robby, the little unspoken tension still lingering in the air.
Dana calls over Dr. Whitaker.
“Hey — she’s looking for you,” Dana says. “I think I saw her go toward the break room.”
Whitaker turns, a calm look on his face, and walks over.
“Thanks,” he says quietly, genuine.
You’re getting a glass of water when he arrives.
“You wanted to see me?” he asks, voice soft but attentive — the way he always sounds when he’s trying to be helpful.
You look at him. “Sit,” you say.
He sits.
“I need you to hold onto something for me,” you add.
“Okay,” he replies without hesitation.
You hand him Dr. Robby’s bike keys. He takes them, eyes lifting to look at you.
“These… are Dr. Robby’s?” he asks, voice steady, like he’s checking just to be sure.
You nod.
“Don’t let him know you have them,” you say quietly. “Please.”
Whitaker nods back, respectful and calm, and slips the keys into his pocket.
“So… now what?” he asks, sincere, relaxed — the kind of tone that says he’s ready to help, not judge.
I have a lot of headcanons with no backing or basis or reason, but I NEEDDDD you guys to hear me out here.
JACK 👏 ABBOT 👏 IS 👏 FROM 👏 AUSTIN 👏 TEXAS 👏
!!!! He’s such an Austinite !!!!! He’s a cowboy with all the progressive, put others far before yourself, serving others is where you’ll find yourself mentalities.
I can 1838297% see this man at a UT game with Robby. He’s a little too passionate but he’s got a massive grin. Guy’s not even that much—if at all—of a football fan, it’s just so ingrained into him to be “Horn’s up for the longhorns. Hook em’.” !!!! He’d probably take him to Lady Bird Lake, feed the turtles, and hang out at Butler Park.
He’d insist on taking Mel to the Blanton art museum and to the Ann Richards bridge to see the bats at sunset (which she’d love.) He’d take Frank down to sixth street, and come October take him to COTA for the F1 race (I also 1000% headcanon Jack, Dennis, Mel and Frank as F1 fans!!!!) (Robby would be the “Not a fan but desperately trying to understand via his husband’s passionate rambling about Spygate and Silly Season” kinda guy). He’d also absolutely take Dana to The Broken Spoke. No doubt in my mind. I feel like Jake and Cassie would loveeeee Zilker. Also, Victoria, Samira, Yolanda and Trinity all spending the day at Barton Springs is such a lovely idea (especially since I can imagine Victoria being very hesitant to do the rope jump but after doing it once insisting everyone else do the same. The pure adrenaline of jumping into naturally almost freezing cold water on a 106° day is unmatched.)
Anyways this head canon is like. Consuming my brain right now. I CANNOTTTT be the only one who sees this!!! I also need to make fanart for it so bad it’s not even funny 🙏🙏🙏 Catch me drawing Jack Abbot in a UT hat IMMEDIATELYYYYY
