Summary: Rabbor x Reader. You have PMDD (Pre-menstrual Dysphoric Disorder) and it causes you to be a little more agitated than usual. When it manifests at work, Robby intervenes and sends you to Jack to be taken care of.
Warnings: Yelling, talks of periods and all that goes with them, PMDD
A/N: I suffer from PMDD and it's a hell of a ride. Mine mostly manifests in depression. But let me tell you, the way the fucking wind blowing wrong will send me into a rage is insane! I feel like a different person. Anyway, if you know someone who suffers from PMDD, get them a sweet treat. They need it!
There were benefits to being in a relationship with two doctors. They had access to whatever medication you could need and basically had a field hospital in the bathroom cabinet. If you had any ailment, they were quick to make sure it wasn’t life threatening and put any anxiety at ease.
But sometimes you need space. And they are men and can’t really understand what it’s like for one of your organs to try and cut off it’s own blood supply. Or how it alters your brain and emotional stability.
They tried, you could give them that.
Jesus, you almost wished they were grossed out by your period so maybe they’d give you a wide berth.
You knew this was all part of the PMDD. But it’s so hard to tell what’s your hormone fluctuation and real thought.
“Can you sign off on my prescriptions for bay 6?” Langdon came up to you with his charts and a peevish look on his face. He was still pissed with his new addict protocol.
“Give me a second.” You mumbled as you typed out the thoughts you were afraid would flee the second you did anything else. Another wonderful side effect of your hormones.
“Oh, sure. Take your time. Just a diabetic in crisis.” Langdon scoffed.
“There are other doctors available, Langdon.” You hissed. Your body revolting at the effort you gave to respond. Your muscles squeezed you like a python.
“Actually, they’re all in a trauma.” He looked at the trauma bay with a wistful glare. He would give anything to be in there.
“Christ!” You barked. You hadn’t seen everyone filtering out of the bay. Robby included among them. “Dr. Langdon, is your patient actually dying right now?” You growled.
“Well…”
“So, no. Why on earth do you seem to think that your work takes priority over mine!?” You snapped.
“Dr-”
“No! You need to learn to respect when people ask for a moment to finish their work! You do not get to monopolize my time and put my work and my patients at risk!” Your face was cherry red. If you were in a cartoon, steam would pour from your ears.
“Understood. I apologize.” He looked like a kicked puppy. His wide eyes were shifty and he ducked away, clearly embarrassed to be called out.
“Hey.” Robby walked up next to you. “Get some air.” He ordered more than suggested.
“I’m fine.” You didn’t look up from your chart.
“Not very convincing.” Robby chuckled. You shot daggers at him with a glare. “Sorry.”
“Hotshot, you doing okay? You don’t usually bark so loud.” Dana walked over and put a water bottle in front of you.
“I’m fine and would appreciate if everyone stopped pestering me.” You rubbed at your belly.
“O-kay.” Dana looked pissed as she backed off.
You groaned to yourself as you finished the chart notes. You just had an hour and you could go home. You just had to hold on for a little longer and then you’d be in the warm embrace of your shower.
“Hey, doc. I was going to start the sutures on bed 4. Did you want to supervise?” Whitaker came up to you.
“Dr. Whitaker, you are an intern. Do you still need me to hold your hand through a basic lac repair?” You looked like a different person. You felt like one.
“Um…I just…senior staff is supposed to check my work still…”
“Check it. Not stand over your shoulder. I won’t be holding your hand.” You snapped, rubbing your temples.
“I wasn’t implying any of that. Are you okay?”
“Oh, geez.” You heard Robby sigh behind you. Dana winced across the nurses station.
“You stepped in it now, Pussycat.” Myrna laughed as she rolled by.
“Are you implying that there is something wrong with me?” You crossed your arms.
“It’s just..um…you’re not usually so…abrasive.” As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. A wild look took over your eyes.
“Abrasive? Shall I sugarcoat everything for you? If that’s what you need maybe this isn’t the department for you! Step up Dr. Whitaker or get the boot!” You growled.
“Banana.” Robby leaned over and whispered in your ear.
“Oh please!” You hissed.
“I mean it. I’m not joking.” He said with raised eyebrows.
“Now’s your chance, Pussycat. Run for it.” Myrna said.
“Whitaker, go take care of the lac. I’ll be over to look it over in a moment.” Robby gestured with his chin toward the patient. Whitaker nodded and scrambled away.
“I can’t believe you code worded me at work.” You spat at Robby as you slammed the tablet on the counter.
“You are about to cross a line you don’t actually want to cross. Go get some air. No arguments.” Robby crossed his arms.
“Fine.” You over-pronounced each syllable as you stomped off towards the stairs.
The cool autumn air rushed over you as you opened the door to the roof. It wasn’t quiet, but it was more peaceful than the Pitt. You moved to lean over the railing. The cold metal almost stung against your skin. There was a moment of stillness, like the world and you were holding your breath to make sure you were truly alone. Then the tears started to spill. Your sobs were so loud you hadn’t heard the door open and close behind you. You hadn’t heard the footsteps, but you felt the warm hand on your back.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered.
“You’re fine.” Robby pulled upright. He tucked your hair behind your ear, giving you a soft smile.
“I just…I can’t handle it sometimes! I…I feel like a crazy person.” You wiped your face, trying to right yourself.
“You’re not crazy. Your body is creating a war inside you. You don’t have to handle it all the time. But you do need to recognize when your starting to break and let me know.” Robby brushed a stray tear from your cheek.
“You’re right. I hate that you’re right.” You gave a sad chuckle.
“That’s not the period, you always hate when I’m right.” He laughed. “Go home. We’ll get by for an hour and you’ve done enough for the day anyway.”
“I should finish-”
“I can finish everything. Besides, I already texted Jack. He’s got the bath running as we speak. Wouldn’t want to waste that water.” He smirked.
“Maybe I should go crazy at work more often.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Very funny.” He rolled his eyes.
“I should go apologize to Whitaker. Maybe Langdon too, but I’m still debating that one.” You pulled the sleeves of you shirt.
“Meh. They need a good scolding, the both of them. It was a little harsher than I would have given them, but not unwarranted.” Robby pulled you close, his body heat wrapping around you.
“Did you warn Jack that I’m on the warpath? I’ll take his head off if he hovers.” You grumbled.
“Oh, I gave him plenty of warning. Told him to wear a cup.” Robby’s laugh rumbled in his chest, the vibrations soothing.
“Very funny. I don’t fight below the belt. I’d always win. I like a little more challenge.” You hummed, squeezing him tight before pushing off. “Okay. I’ll go home. Promise to pick up Italian on the way home or I’ll properly loose it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of walking in that house without some form of carbs in hand.” He smiled, his wrinkles deepening and making your stomach flip.
The second you walked through the door, your body started to wilt as the exhaustion took over. You let the bag fall from your shoulder and hit the ground with an unceremonious thud, dragging your feet as you made your way to the bedroom. Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the back of a two bottles of lotion.
“Hey.” You whispered, catching his attention.
“Shit!” He jumped. “You scared me. I didn’t hear the door.” He took a deep breath.
“Sorry.” You stood between his legs, running your fingers through his hair.
“Heard it’s a rough one. Something about making the intern cry?” Jack smirked.
“He didn’t cry. Or at least not in front of me.” You scoffed.
“I’m sure he deserved it.” Jack took one of your hands and kissed the inside of your wrist.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you took one of the bottles of lotion from him.
“Trying to figure out which one is better for you. This one,” he raised a purple bottle, “has lavender and is supposed to help you relax. The one you’re holding has yams and marshmallow extract. Which doesn’t sound appealing to me, but I guess it helps with cramps. Sounds like bullshit to me, what do I know?”
“Stop it.” You playfully shove his shoulder. “You know I don’t like when you make fun of herbal medicine. There is science behind it. It was all women had for too long.” You grumbled as you took both bottles and examined them.
“You’re right.” He rested his hands on the back of your thighs. “Bath just finished. Ready when you are.” His voice was deep and rough, it had a warmth that made the hair on your arms stand on end. He knew better than to let on that he noticed.
“Thank you.” You hummed as you made your way to the bathroom.
“I’ll leave you to it.” He smiled as he got up and left.
You had lost all awareness of time as soon as your body hit the water. You had lounged for long enough, your fingers had pruned. You were almost napping when you heard the door creak open to the bathroom.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Robby’s head popped into view. “Just letting you know that I brought home your favorite pasta. It’s waiting for you on the counter.”
“I’ll be out in a minute. Do we have wine?” You murmured as you ready to leave the warm cocoon of your bath.
“I’ll check. Alcohol on your per-”
“Don’t ruin it.” You sighed.
“You’re right.” Robby nodded and left.
You finished your routine and slathered the herbal lotion on your skin. You tossed on your favorite sweat pants and one of Jack’s threadbare t-shirts and padded out to the living room.
“Feel better?” Jack asked from his spot on the couch.
“Little.” You shrugged. Robby walked by, shoving the container of pasta into your hands. He had a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table.
You made yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the throw blanket close. You took a long chug of wine before starting in on your food. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, you hadn’t eaten all day.
“Are we in a cuddling type mood or should I keep my distance?” Robby asked as he stood waiting for your answer.
“I’m edging towards cuddling. Your presence won’t offend.” You smiled.
“Well that’s good news.” He huffed as he sat next to you. You were comfortably sandwiched between your men and happily so.
“Why do you smell like thanksgiving?” Robby looked down at you confused.
“My lotion has wild yams in it.” You shrugged.
“Yams are good for your skin?” Robby asked.
“Their good for inflammation and hormonal balance.” You corrected.
“Okay.” Robby snorted.
“Do not start, dude.” Jack warned. “The lady at the store said that shit worked. She was in her 60s, I trust her.”
“Just because someone is older than you doesn’t mean you should trust them.” Robby laughed.
“She said she used it all the time when she had her period. Why would she lie? It was cheaper than the others.” Jack defended.
“Why are you two arguing over my lotion?” You grumbled.
“I think you smell nice.” Jack said, shooting a look at Robby.
“Thank you. Stop being a kiss ass.” You sipped your wine.
With dinner eaten and the wine drunk, you all curled into a ball and watched a movie. Your head was on Jack’s chest. The sound of his heart and the movement of his breath lulled, nearly making you fall asleep. Robby was absent mindedly kneading your calves. All of it together made it impossible to fight off the sleep. So you stopped fighting. You let yourself drift off, taking a deep breath, smelling Jack’s deodorant, nuzzling your face into him. You were unconscious in seconds.
y’all avatar yangchen brainrot is so serious… i’ve been dealing with the worst PMS symptoms this month and my way of Coping has been to just think to myself “wow do you think avatar yangchen ever had to deal with this……. she was probably so strong and brave when she did………” like WHAT
I'm pmsing - hard - and all I can think about is eating a juicy burger with a beef patty and some delicious sauce and some pickles in it...I've no spare money on going out or ordering takeout, so I'm going to find some kind of replacement for this craving.
Asking this on here because I feel safe on your blog......I just finished my period and have been feeling so...blah. Like, I'm hungry, but don't feel like eating much. I'm tired but not sleepy. I am wondering if you, and other female followers of yours, also feel the same after periods...? If so, what do you all do to feel better? Thank you and so sorry if this makes you or anyone else uncomfortable 😣 -N
Totally normal, at least for me as well because I get this way before my period and after for a few days. It’s really weird because it started like 4 years ago for me and it hasn’t changed. But what helps me is honest to god, masturbating and working out. I also started taking magnesium and it has been a game changer no lie. I highly recommend looking into it, 10/10. Everyone’s body is different though so what might work for me and others might not work for you.
*throws you on a chair and points at you* listen, I said this is supposed to be a safe zone for everyone! ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ You are totally okay *hugs*. Please don’t be sorry babes <33
the worst part about coming off BC is not the period itself (it sucks but like i manage), it's the PMS.
and because I have begun to make the effort to be very conscious and aware of my moods/emotions/needs, I know what I'm feeling has literally NO other possible reason except for PMS. and that just makes me mad because I can't FIX that like i can fix being hungry or something. no amount of noise canceling or comfy blankets or food or clean hygiene is gonna stop this stupid SAD FERAL part of me right now and i just gotta let it happen, but also be mindful af about it.
absolutely awful, -1k/10, and yet exactly why i went off BC because i needed to find out if my coping skills and mindfulness are good enough to handle this.
