Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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fiona dourif in arbor demon
this cassie hairstyle ohhhhhhh i want her badly
and if i choke up now
dr.abbot bro lock in
idk if anyone’s done this yet but anyway
THE PITT Season 2 Episode 8 '2:00 P.M.'
THE PITT Season 2 Episode 8 '2:00 P.M.'
good morning & happy friday! ☀️shawn said ‘mmmmmmph…what am I gonna do with you?’
well…we have some ideas 👅👅👅👅
The season 2 trailer gave me Robby tummy crumbs, I did what I had to
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sshhhh they are reading pride and prejudice
rabbot fanart for the fic „I Know You've Danced a Hundred Songs, But Stay With Me One More“ - by @thetimetravellercat
this is absolutely insane micro-expression, Shawn Hatosy, man, what have you done.
Imagine getting caught under the mistletoe with Jack Abbot.
There's a rumour going around that Myrna somehow put the decoration up over the staff entrance of the emergency department, and as much as everyone laughs at how ridiculous it is, not a single member of staff at the Pitt has taken it down.
Maybe it's because no-one thinks anyone will actually use it. Maybe it's because everyone is secretly hoping that they'll end up underneath it with that special someone that's helped them get through the difficult shifts all year. That's certainly what your boss finds his imagination drifting towards when the night is getting long.
He quickly tries to shake the thought away, it's inappropriate; you're younger than him, and he's technically in charge and most of all you don't deserve to have some wounded old man longing for you in the late nights. But he doesn't feel like that when he's with you. You make him feel lighter, and warmer, and like somehow you know more about life than he's managed to work out. Or at least how to get through it without letting it all weigh down on top of you. And then he's imagining it again, how happy he'd be if you stopped under that little green branch and planted a soft kiss against him, finally letting him taste the glistening gloss of your lips that distracts him from darker thoughts.
You both work Christmas Eve to let those with little kids take the night off to be at home, the two of you making it through the carnage understaffed but encouraging each other all the way. You're the last to leave as the sun starts to rise, both of you sharing jokes and staring at each other as you pause at the exit for Jack to lock up. When he's done he notices your gaze is trained upwards, and he realises what you must be looking at. He turns slowly to you, trying to read your expression, desperate to understand if this is something you might want anywhere near as badly as he does.
"We don't have to..." Your voice is so uncertain, but a slight note of hope forces a grin onto Jack's face, his rough hands quickly landing on your cheeks as his lips capture yours, finally confident that the electricity he feels between you isn't just wishful thinking. Your hands run up his chest as soon as he kisses you, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling him tighter against you, the pair of you pouring out twelve months of adoration into one passionate kiss. He needs the taste of your lips more than he needs air as he chases them again and again, his whole body encircling you as he tries to focus on this perfect feeling, this single moment of pure happiness, in case it never happens again.
"Do you want to continue this somewhere else?" You sigh out against his lips with a smile, Jack intensely nodding before you've even finished asking, certain that this counts as a Christmas miracle.
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Just let these sad traumatised men find comfort
-Rabbot doodle
i’d like to walk around in your mind
Like a raccoon in a dumpster
too close to the edge…
Wrong name
Pairing: Jack Abbot x reader
Summary: You accidentally moan Robbys name in bed. It reveals that your boyfriends feelings for his best friend are far from platonic.
Warnings: female reader, no use of y/n, nicknames (bunny, baby...), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, breeding kink, Jack is a freak, reader is a freak, the author is a freak, Jack has a filthy mouth, reader and Jack are so very into each other and so very into Robby
Word count: 3.4k
A/n: This might be the best (filthiest) smut I've ever written. I regret NOTHING
MDNI !!!