rabbot x reader - headcanons (mdni)
the first night robby comes over and every night after that.
content: michael robinavitch x reader, jack abbott x reader, hint of jack abbott x michael robinavitch, headcanons, throuple, threesome mention, slight nsfw mention, awkward robby, sad robby, happy robby!
when jack approaches robby one night on the roof, he asks him if he has a crush on his girlfriend. robby blanches, of course, and considers how quickly can he leap the makeshift fence and hit the ground.
but jack doesn't chastise or scold. he tells robby it's okay. that they've known for a while. and that he wanted to talk to him about it.
jack invites robby over dinner, saying it's just to "try this whole thing out" and see how it goes.
robby, who pinches himself secretly to see if he's dreaming, thinks about it. he did have a massive crush on you. and he harbored similar feelings for his best friend, too. but he wasn't good enough to earn a spot on your couch, let alone in your bed.
he's been in jack's home plenty of times. knows his way around. but since you've moved in, there's some differences. a new table in the foyer, for instance. a porch swing hanging outside. a comfortable rug in the dining room. he likes the changes.
when robby's in the living room with jack and you, he feels like a dog from the pound, just adopted, trying to learn his owner's routine. you and jack have a playlist you put on while you cook. it echoes through the house for the first hour he's there. you and jack keep your blankets folded in a basket, in case robby gets cold. because you keep the house cold for jack.
he watches as jack effortlessly touches you, grazes along your back, kisses your cheek, caresses your hand when he takes something from you. he watches as you laugh at his jokes, offer tastes of the food you're making, and sips the glass of wine he poured.
as you eat dinner, you're offering robby the slightest touches. fingertips brushing against each other as you pass him the salt. a hand on a shoulder when you're laughing at a joke. feet bumping under the table while you're listening to jack's story.
later, robby's sitting on the back porch with jack, each with a beer in their hand. you have the radio playing softly as you're draped on the patio furniture. robby sits on the long couch with you and every time your feet pat against his thigh, his breath stops.
"so, about all this," jack starts, and robby wants to shit himself. he almost forgot in the peace of the moment that the dinner was had for a reason. jack explains it. explains your conversations. explains your boundaries. you chime in, offering what you can to the discussion.
robby takes it in. processes it. he's offered a moment of reprieve when you get up to use the bathroom and fetch more drinks. jack asks him. man to man.
"you sure about this?" robby asks jack. he knows he's not the most desirable man the two of them could've had in their relationship. he's got baggage. he's got emotional problems that could keep a therapist paid for years to come.
"100% sure," jack answers him. "besides, she gets lonely during the nights when i'm not here." robby laughs. "we want you to come over, have dinner with us, eat breakfast out here in the mornings."
"and what about..." robby didn't have to finish his question before jack chuckled. "look, i'm not a fragile guy. she's open minded. she's got more love to give than just one man. treat her respectfully, keep me in the loop, and i'm happy."
robby nods. "but only her," jack adds. "if you wanna do this, you gotta be loyal, brother." robby nods again.
as the night comes to an end, robby feels a little more comfortable taking up space. your legs are spread across his lap, his hands solid and warm on your ankles. jack's on the other side of you, keeping you propped up against his chest, an arm slung around your torso. there's music playing and you're talking.
like an adopted dog, robby starts to let his guard down. he seems to have found some shelter here.
later, you and jack are in your bed, curled up in the middle despite the amount of room on either side of you. robby opted for a guest bed tonight, saying he didn't wanna intrude so early. but you can't stop thinking about him. alone in that big bed.
"jack?" you whisper, testing the waters. he hums. "will you ask robby to come sleep in here with us? i don't want him left out on the first night." he slides out of bed and pads down the hall to the guest bed. he knocks a few times and cracks the door. robby turns over.
"hey man," jack says, rubbing his eyes. "she wants you to come sleep in our bed. and i wouldn't put up a fight about it." robby looks bewildered, but gets up and follows jack into bed. he carefully climbs in behind you, but doesn't touch you. jack gets back into position in front of you and you lay on his chest. suddenly, your hand shoots behind you, grabs onto one of robby's arms, and you tug on him until his arm is pulled across your midsection, effectively forcing him to spoon you.
with a sigh of contentment, you fall asleep. robby stays up, listening to the breathing and light snores coming from the two of you.
robby comes over nearly every night, especially on nights where jack is gone. you cook him dinner after his long shifts, he sits at the kitchen island and watches. you offer him tastes of the food and he hums and smiles and says it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
eventually, he gets comfortable enough to come up and hug you from behind, peppering your cheek and the top of your head with pecks. you lean back into him happily.
he takes care of you at night, kills the spiders, checks on loud noises, holds you tight. the first few times you and robby had sex, it was with jack. testing the waters. discovering preferences and likes. and now, he helps you unwind every night, using his talents for good.
in the morning, robby leaves with the promise that jack will be home very soon after. when jack comes home, you make him breakfast. he dances with you in the kitchen, asks how your night with robby was, and eventually tempts you back to bed so he can sleep.
robby stays around for a while, for a long time. he considers forever here. thinks about what it may be like to live like this for the rest of his life. he finds himself on the back porch one night while you finish loading the dishwasher. thinks about that first night, about feeling lost, not wanted. then he hears his name from the open sliding door and smiles.
robby and jack together are generous. you had always had access to jack's credit card, despite numerous occasions on which you said you had your own money to fend for yourself. he tells you that he loves that for you, but to keep your money. robby follows suit not long after, adding you as an authorized user to his amex. you're never in want of anything.
jack and robby start using their pto, using their backlogged vacation days to take you on trips. and hotels aren't so expensive when all you need is the one king bed.
the three of you find an odd harmony and balance in life. everyone's figured out one another. you bounce around each other in the kitchen effortlessly. your legs always find purchase in robby's lap while jack's arms wrap around you. robby's shifts go by a little quicker when he knows what he gets to come home to.
p.s. robby and jack eventually kiss after much pestering from you. it sparks something in robby he didn't know existed. two beers later, and he tries again. that night with the two of them was interesting.