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I require more John Logan smut. Please and thank you 🤣🤪❤️

same, might have a jealousy fic in the works 😆

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confessions | dean di laurentis x reader

summary: what happens when reader is encouraged by the guys to confess her feelings to Dean

You were at the bar with Hannah and the guys except for Dean who was gonna meet up later 

Unfortunately, it seemed like everyone in the group, besides Dean, knew you had feelings for him, and now they were trying to convince you to tell him 

“Just tell him y/n” Logan said, “you won’t know how he feels until you say something, and who knows, maybe he likes you back” he tries to say nonchalantly 

you narrow your eyes, “Why? Do you know something?” you probe  

and before Logan can respond, Tucker jumps in, “nope we know absolutely nothing” he insists, “but he’s right you never know” 

you notice Garrett had been quiet, “garrett what do you think?” you ask 

he smiles, “I think you have a good chance of him liking you back and that’s all i’ll say on that” 

you stay quiet until, “when should I tell him?” 

logan grins, “do it now before you lose the nerve, he’s at the house getting ready to meet us” 

you take one gulp of your drink before you stand up, he’s right if you don’t go now you’ll lose the guts to do it, “okay okay I’ll go but you guys better be right” you warn 

—

you were walking up the front steps and hesitated before opening the door, you made it this far you can’t chicken out now. 

your heart was beating out of your chest. what if the guys were wrong and Dean didn’t see you as anything more than a friend? But then again the guys wouldn’t have encouraged you to tell him unless they knew something you didn’t right? 

you knocked on his bedroom door before opening it and your stomach dropped at the sight. 

dean was making out with another girl, both of their tops already off

you stood frozen for a second before he noticed you, “y/n!” dean says as he got off the girl

“I’m sorry for barging in! I’m just gonna-“ you close the door and run down the stairs, ignoring when he called your name.

dean takes a look at his phone to make sure he hadn’t missed a message from you about coming over and he feels like shit when he sees the guys had texted in the group chat 

dean heads up y/n is coming over, let’s just say now’s the moment you’ve been waiting for man 

—

you decided you might as well go back to malone’s. On the way back all you could think was of how much of an idiot you were

The boys were surprised to see you back so soon, and without Dean. They were expecting both of you to come back all giggly with each other 

“well you guys were wrong” you huff as you take a seat next to hannah and all the guys make eye contact with each other 

“what happened” hannah says as she takes in your teary eyes but you refuse to let them fall 

you laugh, “I walked in on him making out with some girl” you say as you reach for the pitcher of beer the guys had ordered and poured yourself some. you don’t even like beer but you needed something to distract yourself so you didn’t cry. 

“y/n” logan starts, his eyes sympathetic 

“no really it’s fine! Im fine I’m glad I didn’t say anything I mean can you imagine? and I’m glad this happened because it just reminded me that he’s not a long term relationship kind of guy anyway and I am definitely that type of girl so nothing was gonna come from it anyway” you ramble, trying to ignore the heaviness in your chest and the looks of pity the guys are giving you 

you take a deep breath, “but I do need a shot” all of them stayed quiet as you got up and made your way to the bar 

“what the hell? I thought you guys told me he had feelings for her” hannah asks the guys

“that’s what he told us a few days ago” Logan defends, choosing to omit that dean had also mentioned he hadn’t slept with anyone since he met you. 

“oh hell no” hannah says as she sees Dean walk in and immediately walks over to the bar when he spots you there

garrett stops her from getting up, “we should let them figure it out” he suggests 

“fine” hannah huffs

you weren’t expecting dean to pull up next to you at the bar and you look over at him, startled to see him there

“I’m sorry” dean says softly but you shake your head 

“sorry about what? I’m the one who’s sorry about walking in on you” you try to laugh, refusing to make eye contact with him 

“y/n, did you come over to tell me something” he gently asks, already knowing the answer 

“nope, nothing at all” you say as you take your shot, “we’re sitting over there by the way” you mention as you point to where the rest of the group was, all who were already looking in your direction but were to quick look away 

“can we talk? in private?” dean asks, his hand coming up to your arm to stop you from walking back to the table 

“talk about what?” you ask

“c’mon” dean leads you away from prying eyes to a quiet side of the bar where there’s more privacy 

“I know you were coming to tell me something, okay? the guys gave me a heads up but they didn’t say what” he says 

you groan, “of course they did. Listen, it was nothing, seriously let’s just pretend the last half hour never happened” you beg 

“y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you what I’m hoping is the same thing for weeks now” he says quietly 

you scoff, “I doubt that, considering I just walked in on you about to have sex with someone” 

“but I didn't, okay? I haven’t slept with anyone since you and I started to hang out” he admits and you look at him shocked 

“really?” you ask quietly 

“really,” he nods, “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I tried to move on tonight but I couldn’t” 

you didn’t know what to say so he continued, “please, what were you coming to tell me tonight” he pleads 

“i think you know” 

“maybe, but I want you to say it anyways” he says, his hand coming to hold yours 

you look into his eyes for a moment, “i like you” and he lets out the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face, his dimples coming out 

“thank god because I like you too, have for a while now” he says as he leans in, leaning his forehead against yours 

“but you told me you don’t do relationships” you say quietly and his hand comes to cup your cheek 

“I want to, with you, if you’ll have me” he says, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden 

“I want to, but,” you trail off 

“but what?” he prompts

you ponder for a moment, “will we be exclusive?” you ask shyly 

he grins, “hell yeah, I don’t share” he says, his arms coming round your waist as yours go around his neck 

“good, because neither do I” you say and he leans in and kisses you 

both of you ignoring the whoops and hollering from your table of friends

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other off campus fics:

first kiss | dean di laurentis x reader

jealousy | john logan x reader

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hey I saw you were looking for ideas for off campus fics

How about, sitting on the off campus boy’s backs while they do pushups for totally valid reasons I’m sure 😏

As a Dean girlie since day 1, expect more of him from me. There's fun boys content in this one! Keep the requests coming

The Frozen Four was coming up, so the boys were doubling up on the training. More skating, more lifting, more cardio…and more proteins. 

‘’Come on, Tuck!’’ you yelled, standing near the patio steps as the goalie started slowing down on his push-ups. ‘’Ten more, you can do it!’’ 

Tucker glared at you from the grass, his hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead. ‘’You’re enjoying this way too much.’’

You grinned as he lowered himself for another push-up. The boys had turned today’s backyard training into a stupid competition: the one to do the most push-ups will get a paid massage by the losers. 

On Tucker’s left, Dean and Garrett were showing no signs of difficulty, which didn’t surprise you. Garrett trained hard to outrun the nepo baby label attached to his last name. He didn’t want people thinking he’d been recruited by the Bruins because he was Phil Graham’s son. He wanted to be known for his skill — for himself.

As for Dean, you knew he and Beau practically lived in the school gym. And it showed. Every flex of his arms beneath his grey training shirt looked unfairly good, sweat glistening over muscles you knew very well by now. That body was a work of art. 

To Tucker’s right, Logan wasn’t doing much better. His arms trembled violently every time he pushed himself off the grass, face tight with effort like pure stubbornness was the only thing keeping him going.

‘’Not you too, Logan?” you called. ‘’Now is not the time to give up. Think about the Cup!”

He lifted his head from the grass long enough to glare at you. ‘’The cup can kiss my ass.’’

You gasped dramatically. ‘’That’s not championship mentality.’’ 

‘’Championship mentality left thirty push-ups ago,’’ Logan groaned before lowering himself again with shaky arms. ‘’I can’t feel my arms.’’ 

Beside him, Dean smirked without missing a beat. ‘’You know, hearing you yell motivational speeches is weirdly attractive.’’ 

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. 

‘’Everything’s attractive to you,’’ Tucker muttered. ‘’She sounds like a military drill sergeant.’’

Garrett laughed, shaking his head. ‘’Stop flirting and focus on your reps, boys.’’

‘’Oh, I am, G,’’ Dean said easily, lowering himself again. ‘’I’m focussed on the reward blowjob I’ll get after I—’’ 

Tucker made a gagging noise into the grass. ‘’Jesus Christ.’’

 “Be nice to my girl.” Dean shot back immediately, finally lifting his head to look at him.

He nudged Tucker with his foot hard enough to throw him off balance, sending him collapsing flat onto the lawn with a groan.

‘’Ow! Fucking cheater!’’

Dean laughed, reaching seventy without even sounding winded. “Should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

Logan followed Tucker not long after, collapsing dramatically onto his back. Seventy-three wasn’t bad, you told him as you handed him a water bottle. He took it with an exhausted but grateful smile and downed half of it immediately.

‘’Seventy-eight! Seventy-nine!’’ you counted aloud. 

‘’This looks too easy for them,’’ Logan said, watching the last two standing. 

‘’Agree,’’ Tuck chimed in. ‘’I think we need to raise the bar for some real competition.’’

A slow smirk spread across his face as he looked at the other John, who mirrored it instantly before both of them turned toward you.

Dean’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Too late.

‘’That’s cheating!’’ He barked out a laugh as you sat your full weight right on his back, adding weight to lift. 

You’ve done this a couple of times while you were training in the gym together, but it never stopped doing something to you. There was something unfairly attractive about the way Dean handled your weight like it was nothing.

‘’You can handle it. You lift more than that,’’ you teased, believing in him. ‘’Show off.’’

That crooked grin appeared instantly. ‘’Careful. You know praise turn me on.’’

You could feel every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and back flex beneath you as he kept going, body tightening with every controlled push upward. Sweat dampened the back of his shirt, heat radiating off him while he powered through rep after rep like he genuinely wanted to impress you.

A low grunt slipped from his throat as he pushed into another one,  sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes and head dipping briefly before he looked back at you over his shoulder. ‘’You comfortable up there, babydoll?’’ 

You hummed, squeezing his shoulders lightly. He’s got this. 

Logan crossed his arms, watching with amusement. ‘’This is foul play.’’

Tucker nodded solemnly. ‘’Absolutely dirty.’’

Dean smirked through another rep. ‘’Why doesn’t Garrett get someone too? This is favoritism.’’

You glanced toward the captain. ‘’Dean’s right. Get some weight on him too.’’

‘’I’ll go,’’ Tucker volunteered, still sweaty and breathless from his earlier push-ups, but clearly not done being annoying.

‘’Wait—what?! No!’’ Garrett protested, grunting as Tucker dropped onto his back with all the grace of a collapsing building, grinning as Garrett nearly face-planted into the grass. ‘’Ugh, fuck.’’ He groaned dramatically under 190 pounds of goalie muscles. ‘’I hate all of you.’’

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Off Campus taglist: @f1rewhiskey @formula1-motogpfan @schinug @skyesthebomb

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jealousy | john logan x reader

yall the chain he wears has me in a chokehold 

tags: established relationship, smut after the *** 

summary: reader gets jealous at a party

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person

Well, that was before you started dating Logan and had to deal with the puck bunnies constantly around him at Malone’s and parties. 

You trusted him, of course you did, but that didn’t stop the ugly green monster from making its way out of you. 

You were at a party at Logan's house when you had gone to the bathroom. When you had come back, your spot next to him on the couch was already taken by Piper and her friends. You turn around and head to the kitchen instead, your jealousy rearing its head considering Logan's past with Piper

He sees you headed toward the kitchen and immediately goes to follow you, leaving Piper while she was midsentence. He wasn’t listening anyway. 

“babe you okay?” he asks as he sees you filling up a cup with a drink

“yeah fine just go back to piper” you snap and take a swing from the cup

“woah where’s that coming from?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up 

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, “Nothing just forget about it” you say as you try to leave the kitchen but he puts his arm out blocking your way 

“Let's talk about it, okay?” he says, eyes searching yours. “Are you upset because of Piper? because I promise I was saving your seat but she ignored it and sat down anyway”

“it’s not just Piper, it’s all the girls who come up to you like you’re not even in a relationship and it sucks and doesn’t make me feel good knowing you’ve been with most of them and i’m not blaming you or anything but these girls come up to you and say shit like remember this or remember that and it’s rude to do tha-” you’re cut off by logan crashing his lips onto yours. 

“You’re jealous” he says against your lips, “but you have no reason to be, I don't even look at anyone else, you’re all I want” he says and he picks you up and places you on the counter, he’s standing between your legs with his arms on either side of you. 

“Im sorry, I'm being ridiculous” you mutter, hit with a wave of embarrassment 

“You have no reason to be sorry baby, I kinda like seeing you a little jealous” he grins 

You laugh and hit his chest, “shut up” and you grab his chain and pull him towards you, lips meeting his. 

you break your lips away from his, his lips chasing yours, “can we go upstairs?” you whisper in his ear, “please?” you ask and he groans 

“fuck, of course baby” 

He lifts you off the counter and on your feet, and is quick to drag you through the living room and up the stairs. you barely lock the door before he pushes you against it, one hand coming up to your cheek while the other goes to the nape of your neck.

***

“clothes. off” you say between kisses and he takes off his shirt, taking yours off too and leaving you in your bra and the skirt you were wearing. 

he leads you toward the bed, his lips leaving yours only to take off his jeans. 

“you know John, I think I’m still a little mad at you” you sigh as he leaves kisses on your neck, his hard on against your thigh 

“oh really? I think I know how to make it better” he trails kisses down your stomach to your inner thighs. he lifts your skirt up and moves your panties to the side before his mouth makes contact. 

you moan, one of your hands going to john’s hair while his other hand finds your free one, “fuck john” 

you lose count of how much time passes before you feel your orgasm approaching, and john knows it too since he goes harder and faster until you come in his mouth. 

he trails kisses back up to your mouth, “is all forgiven baby?” asks, his eyes looking into yours 

“hmmm maybe” you tease, before it turns into a squeal from him turning you over onto your front and lifting you up on your knees before he enters you from the back, 

“oh my god john” you moan as you lean your head back onto his shoulder as his hand comes up to your throat. 

he groans, “I know baby I know I got you” he says as his other hand goes to your breast, “you’re the only one for me, you know that?” 

you whimper as his hand leaves your throat and he pushes you down so you’re on your hands and knees, his hands spanking your ass before he holds on and uses it as leverage to pound into you 

“fuck” you moan as you get close to your second orgasm. 

“I know, me too” he groans and he flips you around to missionary to finish, wanting to see your face as you come. 

while you’re both coming down, he’s leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, “I love you” he says softly as you settle against his chest 

you look up at him to find he’s already looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, “I love you too” you smile and press your lips against his 

—

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first kiss | dean di laurentis x reader

A.N: As someone who graduated college two weeks ago and still hasn't had their first kiss, this was very self indulgent :) 

Summary: reader confesses she hasn't had her first kiss yet, but what happens when dean volunteers to be her first

You were drunk. To say the least. 

You don’t even remember how this conversation got started, and although you were drunk you were very aware of what you were saying but couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed by it yet. 

“What do you mean you haven’t kissed anyone?” Dean asks, his eyes going wide in disbelief, “you mean this semester? Right?” he asks 

You shake your head, and take another swing from your cup of alcohol, “No Dean, I mean ever in my life thank you for clarifying” you say dryly, a light blush overtaking your cheeks, and noticing his lack of response you're quick to turn around and leave the kitchen to go find Hannah and Allie, only slightly mortified that your friend now knew you had yet to have your first kiss.

“Hey no wait,” Dean starts as he grasps your arm to turn you around and face him. “I’m sorry, okay? You just caught me off guard” he says, his eyes softening as he notices you start playing with a piece of your hair, your tell tale sign you were uncomfortable, “It’s really nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?” 

You scoff, “easy for you to say Mr. Rollercoaster,” you could tell there was more he wanted to say but you were quick to cut him off, “listen, I’m drunk and I'm tired and I don't wanna get into it okay? I'll see you at Malone’s tomorrow after the game?” you don't wait for his response before you book it out of the kitchen. 

-

Dean couldn’t stop thinking about it, and what made it worse? You were ignoring his texts. He was happy when he saw your name in his notifications after the game, but his smile dropped when he saw your text. 

I’ll just see you at Malone’s! 

You usually waited for him at the end of the tunnel with Hannah, and he wasn’t happy about the break in routine. 

Luckily he caught you getting out of your car at Malone’s, “I missed you after the game” he says as he approaches you. 

You looked up from your phone, startled “Hey yeah sorry I wanted to beat the traffic coming out?” you try lamely 

He scoffs, "You've never cared about that before, you were avoiding me” he states

You look down at your shoes, “maybe” you shrug 

He gets closer to you, his hand going to your chin to tilt your face up, “It's nothing to be embarrassed about y/n I promise” he says gently 

You groan and step away from him, your hands coming up to cover your face, “I can't talk about this with you Dean” your voice sounds small, you were mortified

He comes closer, his hands coming to yours and gently bringing them away from your face, your eyes looking everywhere but his. 

“It’s not like I'm holding onto it for someone special or anything, it just hasn't happened yet” you say quietly, “and at this point I just wanna get it over with” 

He catches your eyes with his, his hands still holding on to yours. “It’s okay to wait until you think the moment is right y/n, there’s no timeline for this stuff” 

“I know but at this point I’m too nervous for it. I had the chance at the last frat party we went to and I backed out” you admit 

Dean was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy at the thought that you almost kissed someone. 

“I don't know, maybe it would just be easier to kiss a friend first? Like practice? Someone to lower the stakes with so I don’t get nervous next time? I think at this point I'm just too in my head about it.” you were rambling, so you were surprised when Dean interrupted you. 

“I’ll do it,” he said, his eyes showing nothing but seriousness. 

“Wait really?” you do a double take at his offer. Now thinking about it, he would be the ideal person to practice with. You were comfortable with him, he definitely had the experience, and you knew it wouldn't mean anything to him anyway. To him, a kiss was probably nothing. 

“Yeah, I mean if you really just want to get it over with by kissing a friend first that makes sense to me” he says, trying to ignore his heart starting to speed up. 

“You promise we won’t make this weird afterwards” you ask, doubt creeping into your voice. 

“I promise” he nods 

“Okay then, I think it would be easier if you just did it? Don’t give me a heads up I think it’ll just make me more nervous and then I’ll be in my head abo-” you were cut off by his lips attaching to yours. 

You froze, but then he pulled away and said “kiss me back” against your lips and you pushed forward, arms wrapping around his neck as his came to your waist. 

You weren’t expecting the sparks that started coursing over your body, your heart beat thump thump thumping in your chest. 

He wasn’t expecting to feel like his chest was going to explode. 

You never thought your first kiss would lead to your first makeout session, but you didn’t want to stop, and it seemed obvious that he didn't either. 

Finally you pull away, your hands coming down to his chest while he leans his forehead on yours. 

“How was that?” he asks quietly, hoping it was just as good for you as it was for him

You smile, “it was alright” you tease, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach. For a moment, you were just looking into each other's eyes, but the moment was ruined when his phone started going off with snapchat alerts. 

You take a step back, “we should probably start going inside” you clear your throat, “I’m sure you have girls needing your attention” you try to joke. 

Before he could stop you, you were already halfway to the entrance. 

He catches up to you and pulls you to the side of the building for some privacy, his arms caging you in against the wall, “tell me that didn’t feel like just a kiss to you too” he says softly 

“I don’t know, do you usually feel like there's fireworks when you kiss someone?” you ask quietly, your heart beating fast 

He lets out a small smile, “No I can definitely say this is a first for me too” his hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“We said we wouldn't make things weird between us” you say, leaning your cheek into his hand 

“And we won’t,” he nods, “but I’d be lying if I said I didn't want to see where this could go” 

“Dean you know I don’t do casual relationships like you do, I can’t do this if you’re still going to be seeing other people” 

“I haven’t been with anyone since the costume party that night you stayed over in my room and we spent the whole night talking” he surprises you, “I think I knew since then that something was different about you” he admits 

“I didn't think you were interested in relationships” you tease

“I didn't think I was. Until you” he says, nothing but sincerity in his eyes. 

You lean forward and place a quick kiss on his lips, but he brings you back to deepen it, “one kiss and I can't get enough of you” he smiles 

Safe to say, you were late meeting everyone else at Malone’s 

[fangyrling]

quick reminder that you're actually not obliged to feel any empathy for someone who would have described your death as 'necessary' if the exact same thing had happened to you

[noblebynura]

One and a half Storm

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Reader Synopsis: Being the girlfriend of Johnny Storm meant that you are automatically his nephew's godmother. Genre & warnings: Just sweet domestic fluff, established relationship Word count: 1.8k | masterlist a/n: this one is inspired from this post but in the middle of writing I was listening to Echoes by Enhypen and this came out instead.

Sue had called you early that morning, a touch of frantic energy in her voice even though she tried to hide it.

"I’ve got a full day at the Foundation. Think you could come by early today?"

Of course you said yes. You always did.

You showed up with a soft overnight bag slung over your shoulder, hair pulled back in a loose tie, and a familiar comfort in your step as you walked into the Baxter Building. The space already smelled like the faint mix of Sue’s citrus candles and baby powder, and the hum of the building felt like a second home now.

Franklin lit up the moment he saw you, his tiny hands flapping excitedly as he let out a series of happy squeals. You barely had a second to drop your bag before scooping him into your arms, his warm little body melting against you like muscle memory. He had grown so much and you were there to witness it.

“You missed me that much?” you whispered into his soft hair as he babbled nonsense, tiny fingers grabbing at your collar. “I was gone for, like, twelve hours.”

Across the room, Johnny was already there, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen like he’d been waiting for his moment. Coffee in hand, wearing that compression shirt he definitely chose just to be annoying.

"You again?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

You tossed him a look as Franklin nuzzled into your shoulder. “Charmed, aren’t you.”

He didn’t move right away, just took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes tracking your every movement. Then he pushed off the frame and strolled over, already hovering. Already being him.

"You're holding him wrong," he said, casually.

You adjusted your grip by maybe a centimeter. “He’s literally clinging to me like a baby koala. He’s fine.”

Johnny peered closer, dramatic as ever. “Just saying. Wouldn’t want his tiny spine to misalign or whatever.”

You gave him a slow side-eye, shifting Franklin onto your hip. “First of all, that’s a morbid thought. And second, I’m a woman, Johnny. I have maternal instinct. Trust me.”

“Oh, maternal instinct,” he repeated with a grin, circling you now like a shark with a caffeine addiction. “How could I forget? That’s why you were letting him chew on the remote last week, right?”

“That was one time.”

He leaned in close like he had a secret. “Pretty sure it still turns the TV on.”

You narrowed your eyes, refusing to let your smirk win. “Keep it up and I’ll put you in time out.”

“Oh no,” he mock gasped. “Not time out. You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would dare.”

There was a beat where your eyes locked. Franklin squealed between you, but Johnny didn’t look away. Not right away. He was close now. Close enough that you could see the flecks of amber in his eyes under the warm glow of the living room’s lights, close enough to feel the lingering heat radiating off his skin even through your long sleeved blouse.

His smirk pulled into something a little more crooked, more familiar. “You’re all mouth today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Worried I’m better at it than you?”

He leaned in, lips brushing your cheek first, barely and featherlight, then ghosted toward your mouth with maddening slowness. And then he kissed you.

Not a dramatic kiss. Not one of those kiss-you-against-the-wall kinds he sometimes pulled when it was just the two of you. This one was simple. Barely parted lips. Warm. Easy. A “hi” with no fanfare. Like he kissed you this way every morning, and every morning was quietly spectacular.

You let yourself lean into it, just for a second, before pulling back with a hum. “Hi to you too, I guess.”

He smiled against your skin. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“I was eating breakfast when Sue called,” you said pointedly. “And I couldn't decide what to wear today.”

“You always look nice,” he said quietly, teasing still, but something else was there. Fondness. A thread of something unsaid. “You know that, right?”

You blinked. “Was that... a compliment?”

He took another sip of coffee, turning on his heel. “Don’t get used to it.” Stingy kind of guy he’s being.

“Too late,” you called after him, grinning. “I’m adding it to my journal entry.”

“Let me know when you get to the one called ‘Why Johnny Storm’s Parenting Advice Should Be Ignored.’”

“I already started on that one months ago. It’s titled ‘He Tried to Feed the Baby Gummy Bears.’”

Johnny’s laugh echoed from the kitchen.

The rest of the day was spent in the whirlwind that came with babysitting a very active, very curious 8 month old cosmic baby. Franklin had recently learned how to crawl, and boy, did he take that freedom seriously. He was everywhere. Under chairs. Behind the couch. At one point, you caught him trying to bite the rubber corner guard off the coffee table.

By early evening, you were tired in a way that only chasing a crawling human all day could make you. After dinner prep was done and you’d managed to stop Johnny from feeding Franklin mini marshmallows as a "snack," you brought the little one to his colorful, plush-filled nursery for some quiet playtime.

"Alright, bud," you sighed, flopping gently onto the carpeted floor, surrounded by oversized stuffed animals and rainbow-colored stacking toys. "I’m just going to lie down here for one second. Just one."

You cradled your head on the soft belly of a giant stuffed lion and closed your eyes. You didn't expect sleep. Just a moment. A pause.

You felt the soft thump of baby hands crawling across the carpet.

And then, a warm little head rested beside yours. Franklin's breath puffed softly against your cheek. His tiny fingers found your hand, curling around your pinky.

Your heart ached in the most beautiful way. A slow, quiet ache. You opened your eyes just a sliver and found him lying there, eyes fluttering closed, cuddled up beside you like you like a cute little cat.

You couldn’t move if you wanted to.

So you didn’t.

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That’s how Johnny found you.

He paused in the doorway, mid-step, holding a bottle of formula he was meant to bring to you. The late golden light from the windows warmed the room in a hush, catching the softness of your expression even as you slept. Franklin, half on your chest, half on the plushie, still had one hand curled into yours.

Johnny stood still for a long time. He'd seen a lot in his life. Battles, crimes, explosions, chaos, but nothing ever hit him in the ribs quite like this did.

You and Franklin. Safe. Soft. Together.

Something flickered behind his heart. Longing. Gratitude. Love.

He crouched beside you, careful not to wake the baby, and reached out. His hand brushed your shoulder gently.

"Hey," he whispered, fingers warm against your blouse. "Dinner's ready."

You stirred, slow and a little groggy, blinking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven. Come on, Sleeping Beauty."

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Dinner was warm, family style, with the table full of laughter and the soft clinking of cutlery. Sue was bouncing Franklin on her knee, grinning over at you with a fondness that felt like home.

"I don’t know what we’d do without you," she said suddenly, passing you the salad bowl. "Honestly. You’ve been here almost every week for seven months. Franklin adores you."

You flushed. "He’s easy to adore."

Reed looked up from his plate. "You’d make a good mother someday."

The words landed soft, like snow over your skin. Your breath caught.

Johnny didn’t say anything. But you felt his hand slide beneath the table, finding your knee, warm and steady.

You dared a glance at him.

He was already looking at you.

Dinner turned chaotic after that. Franklin smeared mashed potatoes on Reed's sleeve, which then he flicked peas across the table, and soon the baby-parent food fight had escalated to ridiculous proportions. You laughed so hard your sides hurt.

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The Baxter Building was finally quiet.

Franklin had long since surrendered to sleep after an enthusiastic food war with his parents that left pasta shells in Sue’s hair and mashed peas clinging to the collar of Reed’s shirt. You and Johnny had slipped away somewhere after that. To shower, to change, to breathe. The usual post chaos ritual.

Now you were curled up on his bed, one of Johnny’s t-shirts hanging soft on you, your legs tucked under his sheets like you belonged there. Because, at this point, you kind of did.

Johnny stood near the window, one hand braced on the sill, the other ruffling damp hair with a towel. City lights flickered against the pane behind him, casting him in silhouette.

“You know,” he said after a long stretch of quiet, “Reed’s right.”

You glanced over, lazy with comfort. “About what? I’m a goddess? I should be rewarded for my patience with Franklin?”

He smiled, just a little. “That you’d make a good mom someday.”

Your breath caught, not because it was the first time you’d heard it, but because this time it was him saying it. Voice low, not teasing. Sincere. Weighty.

You lowered your eyes, nervous suddenly. “That’s… not something people usually say if they’re not thinking long term.”

Johnny shrugged off the towel and finally turned toward you, walking slowly until he reached the edge of the bed. He sat beside you, then leaned back on one arm, watching your face. Watching the way your fingers worried the hem of his t-shirt like it would answer for you.

“I think about it more than I should,” he admitted, quiet now. “Us. What we’d be like… later. When it’s not just babysitting.”

Your gaze met his again. He looked serious, but not in a way that made you want to run. Just the opposite.

He reached over and traced his fingers down your arm, stopping at your hand, interlacing them slowly. It meant something new now.

“You and me,” he said, voice softer than flame. “We’re already one Storm.”

Then he smirked faintly.

“Maybe one and a half.”

You blinked, smiling despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “One and a half Storm?”

He nodded, thumb brushing your knuckles. “You’ve practically moved in, Franklin loves you more than he loves me, and Sue thinks you're a superhero in disguise. Half a Storm now. Just need to make it official someday.”

You leaned in, forehead resting against his. “You keep saying things like that and I might actually cry.”

“I’d catch your tears before they hit the pillow,” he said. “I’m very fast. It's a whole thing.”

You laughed, soft and real.

He kissed you again then with no teasing this time. Just a quiet, grounding kind of kiss. The kind that said yes. yes, I want this. I want you.

And that night, when you finally curled into him under the blankets, his arms around you and your fingers still laced, you thought to yourself.

One and a Half Storm. You liked the sound of that.

A lot.

tag: @lady-violet

[kedsandtubesocks]

Sunday Sunlight

michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

summary: a glimpse into a slow cozy day with you and your growing little family

word count: 1.8k

content warnings/tags: 18+ only, girl dad!Robby, toddler fic, mentions of unspecified age gap, reader is pregnant, cozy & sweet fluff, husband!Robby & married goodness, introspective moments (thoughts of self doubt and internal struggle), parenting themes, jealous Robby with a splash of protective tenderness, soft domesticity vibes, light baseball discussion

a/n: my first ever fic for the Pitt & I’m so grateful getting to write it for the A Doctor A Day Writing Challenge [ #5 “tell me the truth, am I losing you for good?” + black] thank you so much @letsgobarbs @clubsoft & @ananonymousaffair for hosting this! And a sweet extra thanks to @jolapeno for cheering me on & giving me the push to post this

Robby didn’t believe his days could ever look like this. Soft warm spring light fills a cozy living room. The faint sounds of the Pirates game is on the tv -

And his daughter happily takes his full focus.

Her toys litter the carpet with no regard for any foot traffic and frankly, Robby doesn’t care that much either.

Your little girl is happily engrossed with the toddler hospital checkup playset Abbot got her this year for her birthday. She’s been obsessed with it, barely knows what she’s doing, but Robby can’t tear his eyes away from her.

Especially now as she readily tries to fix her Winnie the Pooh bear lying ready for examination on the pull out countertop.

Her face scrunched up in deep concentration looks exactly like yours as her chubby little hands clumsily put on the stethoscope.

“What’s your diagnosis, doc?” Robby asks her while he slowly sits up to move closer to her.

“Sick.” She quips simply, and his lips twitch amused.

“Did you check his heart? Make sure he’s okay.” He gently touches the center of the stuffed bear’s chest. Immediately his daughter, instead of using the stethoscope, leans down to press her ear against his chest.

Robby can’t help it, he laughs.

“Good, that’s a good start.” He reassures her.

Gently, he moves the colorful child sized stethoscope to sit on her properly. She eagerly roams the diaphragm all around the fuzzy bear’s tummy, diligently searching for something with it.

“Try to find the heartbeat.” He tells her patiently.

Robby then makes the familiar heart beat thump himself with a hum. Her eyes bloom surprised, becoming little bright stars.

She’s so smart, so damn quick. Immediately her sharp gaze flickers up, realizing it’s him making the noise and not the bear.

“Papa!” She cries indignant.

“Not me, mister bear.” Robby innocently replies, tapping the poor plushie patient.

So stubborn, a trait she definitely inherited only from you and not an ounce from him, his daughter shoves the poor bear away and stomps towards Robby where he sits on the edge of the couch, opposite to where you sleep.

Seven months pregnant again and peacefully napping, lightly snoring even though you swear you don’t, you’re the picture of ease and steal Robby’s heart all over again.

When his little girl eagerly arrives at his side, Robby reminds her to stay quiet to make sure you get to rest.

Bubbling with curious eagerness, his daughter nods then presses her tiny hands against his face, checking for a fever the same way he does when she’s sick.

Robby feels as if his heart just might melt from his ribs.

It seems like only yesterday she was keeping you and him awake at all hours of the night as a newborn, so tiny in his arms as Robby went through singing two lullabies to get her to sleep. Now his baby is readily growing as her own little person, bright and curious.

“Check my heart.” He says with a watery grin while she tries listening to his chest.

Then, as if remembering something, she perks up and scurries back to the playset. His eyes perk up seeing her grab an otoscope and hurry back to him.

A burst of pride swells in his chest.

“Papa, say ah!” Gathering a composed sternness, he holds back a laugh while his daughter uses the toy otoscope, used to examine the ears, to check his throat.

But listening to his little girl, he does as told and she peeks inside examining him with the toy.

Then she makes a face, scrunched up and confused.

“What?” He questions curious now.

As caring and sweet as his daughter is, Robby knows exactly how mischievous she’s becoming. The smirk and tiny giggle she gives, he knows she’s up to something.

“What d’ya find, doctor?” He asks her again. She pays her father no mind and grabs a pack of play bandaids from the kit.

Wearing the most amused smirk she hurries back to him, the colorful stereoscope bouncing against her neck. Determined and with a firm step, his daughter arrives before him.

Patiently she then places one of the bandages on his lips. Her diagnosis? For him to stay silent.

“All done!” She announces bright, giggling proud, like she’s made the most hilarious inside joke.

Robby’s lips fight hard against a grin and the bandaid. He moves to take it off when his daughter spots him.

“Nah uh, papa! Rest.” She says with a firm head nod, he blinks stunned at her.

“Bossy… definitely your kid.” Your warm sleepy voice emerges. Gently you sit up from your nap, shoving away the small blanket.

You look so fucking god in his old black penguins hockey t-shirt, especially with your belly growing more and more. Slowly sitting up, you reach for him. Like you’re the extension of him, effortless and without any question, Robby gently draws you towards his side letting you now rest your head against his thigh.

“Mama!” Your daughter cries happy and loud, sliding towards you on the couch.

“I help papa!” She declares.

“Good job, sprout. You’re the doctor of the family now.” You playfully poke her nose.

She giggles triumphant. Robby then watches his little girl throw her small body over your tummy, hugging you and the baby as much as she can.

“Sissy, I help.” She’s been eagerly announcing everything to her little sister once she learned the baby could hear everything.

You finally glance up at Robby grinning at him. Noticing the bandaid on his lips, you gently peel it away before your daughter notices.

“Yeah you do, baby. You’re already such a good big sister wanting to take care of everyone.” You gently tell her through a yawn.

Robby wonders if this moment could shatter at any moment, like it’s too pure and good for him, too precious to believe it’s his.

But when your hand moves to rub his arm, your touch grounds him.

His eldest daughter suddenly squeaks happily, and you snicker. The baby must have kicked.

“Your baby sister is playing kickball in my tummy. Gonna give us a check up now too?” You offer, sitting up more. You now lean against Robby’s shoulder, and he happily welcomes your warmth.

Your daughter now babbles scurrying to the playset and grabs a random wooden spatula that somehow managed to sneak into her toy collection.

Deeming that important to her care, your little girl scurries back and presses her face against his black shirt.

“Sissy, no kick mama.” She orders.

You burst out laughing, and Robby covers his with a quick cough.

“I think she’s got the making of a good physician already,” you tell him.

“Her bedside manner could use some work.” Robby snorts, and you snicker.

Top of the 5th inning and Pirates are still tied zero to zero against the Astros. His daughter now yanks the playset closer to the couch allowing Robby to examine more of the tools.

He’s always been impressed by this thing. It’s rather accurate, makes him appreciate whoever made it.

“They even got the right buttons on the EKG machine, it’s pretty crazy.” He says messing with the toy set.

“I don’t know what kind of kid would want to be playing with this and not legos or barbie dream house or something else.” He lets the comment slide out a bit low.

Robby’s already torn when he thinks of his little girl’s future - if she’ll end up wanting to practice medicine or not. If that colorful stethoscope she wears will one day match his, black and professional.

A quiet sigh escapes you letting your hand rub his back now.

“She plays with both… plus I think she likes knowing she gets to pretend to be a grown up and help people like you.”

He lets your words sit gently and decides not to keep digging into this tangled topic.

“I still can’t believe there’s even multiple syringe and scissor options.” He chuckles, changing the subject.

“Might as well have included some clamps and blood bags.” Robby adds and then picks up one of the toys.

It takes him a moment to realize he's been rambling out loud mindless thoughts about this damn toy set for the game to be in a new inning now.

You’ve gone quiet now, and his eyes flicker down to you leaning against his chest.

“Alright,” he begins with a sigh.

“Tell me the truth… am I losing you for good?” He means it half jokingly.

Robby still can’t believe how lucky he is to have you, his absolutely gorgeous sweetheart. He’s holding his breath still, waiting any minute for you to wake up and realize you got stuck married to an old man like him.

Hell, just last week Robby had to calm himself down when the cashier had no fucking shame flirting with you, even as you wear Robby’s ring on your finger and have his second baby growing in your belly.

It’s almost as if a part of him is waiting to fully lose you, let you slip away from his fingers.

Your hand curls against his face now, rubbing against his bearded jaw as you draw him closer.

You place the softest kiss on his lips.

“Not at all,” you tell him gently. “If anything you hook me in more and more, Robinavitch. You’re stuck with me.”

A warmth collides in his chest like an unleashed sea.

Robby smirks, humming content as he places a kiss against your head.

“Love ya, kid.” He warmly tells you, sliding his arm around you.

And he does.

He adores you so damn much, didn’t think it was possible to love you any more but you love to prove him wrong.

His eldest daughter, now bored with the doctor's playset equipment, currently sits on the carpet floor fiddling with a colorful whale toy.

The pirates, now up to bat, suddenly hit a home run. Even through the tv, the ball is sent flying with a solid whack.

Robby cheers appreciatively, and your daughter immediately perks up eagerly scrambling to him with excited eyes as she bounces holding onto his arm.

“Papa, good?” She asks, picking up the excitement from the game.

“Yes baby girl, very good.” He grins.

“See,” you pat his leg affectionately, “No need to worry about her.”

“You’re gonna play baseball for the Pirates right, sprout?” You ask your daughter.

“Yup!” She says bright, probably not even realizing what she’s agreeing to as her focus stays on the TV.

That makes him laugh.

He’s never felt older and younger all at once, like a multitude of lifetimes has collided into him a beautiful cosmos shining bright.

All his girls together right before him, and he’s never felt luckier.

Robby wants to carve out this moment forever, letting it crystallize around him and soak in this warmth. One he wants to embrace and never let go.

[somanyideassolittletime]

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who forgets that you know him better than he knows himself. 

Standing in line inside your usual smoothie shop, looking at the menu, his hand resting on your waist, whispering to you, “Which one is your favorite?” 

You point at the berry option, “berry blast, but it’s too sour for you, you won’t like it.” 

He scoffs, “Yeah? Which one do you think I like then?” 

you ponder, scanning the practically memorized options available by now. “The chocolate banana one,” 

“That doesn’t look like something I’ll order,” he says, still stubbornly ordering the berry blast. Missing the eye roll you give him. 

You know him too well that he won’t like what he ordered, so when it’s your turn to order, you order the one that Jack will like, dismissing his side glance at you in front of the cashier. 

Both of you sat down, he took a sip, trying hard to control his face over the taste, but you know him inside out, it’s too damn sour for him. So you push your smoothie his way, “try this,” 

He looked at the smoothie way too long before caving in, finally taking a sip. “It’s good, alright.” pushing back the smoothie at you. 

You held back a laugh, looking at him still trying to pretend he enjoys his choice. But when he puts down the cup, you switch yours wordlessly, because frankly, you like every option the store has to offer, so anything’s fine with you. 

He looks at you, biting the inside of his cheek, trying to put an offended face, “I was enjoying that.” 

You roll your eyes, playing the bit, “wanna switch back?” 

He seems to contemplate before shaking his head softly, muttering “no.” You smirk at him, now enjoying your actual favorite drink. 

It takes him a few big sips, actually enjoying his drink, before he whispers softly, “Thank you.” 

“We’re way past that, hon,” 

“Still. I’m the man, I should be the one who makes sacrifices for you,” he explains, though he knows you both don’t actually care about those kinds of things. 

You laugh at him, “drama queen,” earning a laugh from him. 

“How you’re never wrong at this kind of stuff for me freaks me out,” he grumbles just enough for you to hear him. 

“Eh. I know you.” You shrugged, not even thinking about it too much. 

Which then leads to Jack asking you to pick his order every time you try out new places, because deep down, he know that you’ll never do him wrong, and he damn love you for that. 

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who doesn’t care about what people think of him because the only opinion he cares about is yours.

One time, Jack came to work smelling like a vanilla garden, earning a double check from Walsh, who walked past him. 

Jack sucked at long distance, a fact you both already established way too long ago, and now you’re away from him. 

He misses you like hell, he can’t sleep without your body warmth beside him, he can’t sleep without seeing you before bed, and seeing your perfume just sitting there taunts him. 

So instead of spraying your perfume into your side of the bed like most people do (though he also did that, but it wasn’t close enough for him), he chose to use your perfume the entire time you’re away. 

You teased him about it when you get back. You were about to do your laundry when you spotted Jack’s last worn clothes, picking them up to put them with the rest of your clothes inside the machine, when you smelled your perfume. 

You walk to him, his clothes in hand, “You like me that much, you wanna be me, abbot?” 

He groans, walking to you, hugging you tightly, putting his face in your neck, “I missed you like crazy, hon.”

You chuckled, kissing his shoulder nonetheless, “Most people sprayed it on the pillows, you know, not actually wear it.” 

He leans back, looking at you, you know that look, “no, don’t tell me,” you pull away from him, running to the bedroom to sniff at the pillows. 

He stands by the door, looking bashful. “Walsh told me I smell like a cake,” 

Instead of teasing him, you walk over to him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, one he returns passionately. You pull away, putting your head in his chest, “ugh. You’re so sweet sometimes.” 

“Like your perfume?” 

“Even sweeter,” you say, giving him another kiss, not caring about the dirty laundry anymore. 

The next day, he went to work, back to wearing his slightly musky ozonic cologne, Robby smirked at him, “Take it the wife’s back?” Jack nods, smiling to himself, “yeah, fuckin’ finally,” 

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who always takes photos of things that remind him of you.

Strolling inside a toy slash trinkets store with Robby looking for a gift to give to Langdon’s son, debating what to get him with Robby, when he suddenly stops. Looking at the ugly plushie, he knows you will say cute instead. y/n will like this. 

He took out his phone, opening the camera app, quickly taking a snap of said plushie before sending it to you. 

| Jack: (image sent) 

| Jack: You want? 

He waited for your reply, smiling to himself when you did reply, almost immediately. 

| You: OH MY GOD SO UGLY I LOVE HIM 

| You: YES YES YES I WANT 

| You: thank youuuuu 

| Jack: No problem, wait for me, okay 

| You: yessir, thank you, love u 

“Yeah, I don’t think Langdon will approve that ugly thing, man.” Robby’s voice breaks him out of his daze, and Jack chuckles, “Yeah, for y/n. Said it’s so ugly it’s cute” 

When both men finally settled on something and finished paying, Jack proposed to take a walk for a bit before going home, and Robby, having nothing else to do, agreed. 

Robby kept it to himself, seeing Jack, who kept on stopping once in a while to take pictures with a small smile on his lips. He know Jack too well that he’s intending to show those pictures to you. 

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who hates his picture taken but loves taking pictures of you.

“What do you think?” he says, facing the phone screen away from him to show you the picture he just took of you, waiting for your approval. He knows it’s perfect, he’s even already made a mental note to change his lockscreen to this photo once he’s at home. But you’re picky about your pictures. 

He doesn’t even understand why you’re so picky over the smallest things. For him, every picture of you is perfect, but being the good husband that he is, he will always gladly retake it if it’s not up to your standards. 

“Oh my god, I think I trained you too hard, now you take pictures like a pro.” You take the phone from his hand, kissing his cheek before shoving him to your spot earlier. 

He looks at you stepping away, phone angling in your hand to take his pictures now. “Your turn,” 

He takes a step forward to protest, but the look you give him stops him, returning him to his earlier spot like a punished kid. 

You laugh behind the phone, making him smirk at you, perfect, you think, before snapping the photo. 

Truthfully? He doesn’t understand why you keep insisting on taking pictures of him; pictures of you are enough for him, he doesn’t need pictures of himself anyway. 

But the next time he sees your phone’s lock screen, and it's the picture you took of him, he can’t deny the swell of pride feeling his chest. 

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who’s too prideful to wear his glasses. 

You’re currently doing groceries with Jack, who purposefully forgets his glasses at home because he doesn’t want to wear them, saying he doesn’t need them. 

He’s trying hard to read the label at the back, eyes squinting slightly, trying to play it cool, but deep down he did regret not bringing his glasses because since when does the labels are so damn tiny??? 

You know that Jack will purposefully leave his glasses on the nightstand, you know that he’s too stubborn to admit that he actually needs them, that’s why you always do a one last sweep for his glasses every time both of you go out. 

Wordlessly, you stuck your hand inside your bag, looking for his glasses. Taking them out when your hand finally found them. Walking over to him, opening the glasses in your hand before perching them on his nose. 

He looks at you through his glasses, looking back at the now easy-to-read label. When he looks at you again, a small grateful smile on his lips, you could’ve sworn your breath hitched, he just looks so…you’re not even sure the word existed to explain how good Jack looked right now. 

“Thank you,” he says, kissing your hair. “Still feel weird with them on, hon.” 

You give him a peck on his lips, “hush. You look hot.” 

He smirks again, looking even more… again, the word didn’t exist just yet. “Yeah? Y'’ think so?” 

You nod at him, taking the box in his hand to toss into the cart before you initiate something close to a public indecency action. 

Thinking about Jack Abbot, who always kept notes about you. 

You found out one evening, currently watching a movie, that you suddenly ask him, “Jack. What’s your notes app look like?” 

“What do you mean?” he says, hands still wrapped on your shoulders. 

“They said that guys sometimes have weird notes,” you explain to him, feeling the rustle when his free hand tries to look for his phone. 

He hands his phone to you, still locked. “Go check it for yourself.” 

You look at him, shocked that he gives you access to his phone so easily, “Whoa, bad decision giving me your phone.” 

He scoffs, “You say that like you didn’t just ask me to look through your phone when you’re showering this morning.” 

“That’s different, I don’t have anything to hide.” 

“And you think I do?” he says exasperatedly. 

You sigh, realizing that he’s right, you’re both at a point where you don’t even care if he looks through your phone, it’s filled with him anyway, same goes for him. You put his phone in front of his face to unlock it, opening the notes app to see together. 

You scroll away, looking at some grocery list, medical stuff, until one title caught your eye, it was your name. You ask for his permission first, to which he replies with a hum. 

You clicked on the title, and your heart warmed upon looking at what’s inside. It’s literally about you. Unending pointers of things you liked, things you don’t, brands you prefer, up to the third alternative in case your preferred brand is out of stock. What shocked you the most was that he kept notes on things he noticed that made you happy and things he noticed that made you sad. 

“Jack,” you call to him, not knowing what to say. 

“It’s not too weird, is it?” he says. You shake your head. 

“You’re such a simp, it’s perfect.” You nudged his side with your elbow. 

“Just wanna be better for you,” he admits softly. 

“You missed one thing that makes me happy.” 

“Yeah? What’s that?” because he was damn sure the list is very up to date. 

You didn’t say anything, instead typing under the list. 

Jack. 

He didn’t say anything back, opting to just kiss you senseless instead. 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

A Sprinkle of Love

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Robby x F!Reader

Summary: You love to cook meals for your friends and coworkers, but then you start cooking meals for Dr. Robby and everyone becomes suspicious you two are an item.

The Pitt Masterlist

You love to cook. That was your form of relaxation when you weren't working in the pediatric department. Making food for others was also your love language. It shows that you care about someone a lot. So when you started making meals for Dr. Robby, people started to raise their brows at that.

Whenever someone asked you about it, you'd shrug, "We're friends. I like to cook for my friends." Which is true. Every so often you'd come to work with a container of food for a colleague because they'd been having a rough time or an entire tray of baked goods to boost up morale in he department.

Everyone knew you had a way around the kitchen, but for Dr. Robby to be on the receiving end, it seemed odd.

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"I don't think I've ever seen them interact at work except for when she hands him food." Mateo murmurs to Princess.

Princess looks around and then leans in, "I heard from some other nurses in Pedes that they were caught in a supply closet together."

Mateo's eyes widen, "No way!"

"Ssshhh!"

"Princess, what poor soul is the target of your gossiping today?" Dr. Robby asks as he approaches the center hub of the emergency department.

"No one, sir," Princess gives an unconvincing smile and Dr. Robby tilts his head down looking over his glasses and hums.

"Your UberEats is here, Robby," Mateo snickers with a smirk as he nods in your direction.

You'd just gotten off the elevator with a brown paper bag in hand, "Afternoon everyone!" You wave at your fellow healthcare works. A Disney badge reel hands from your scrub stop and your sparkly stethoscope hands around your neck.

Robby straightens up and removes his glasses, "How may we help you today, Nurse Y/N?"

"Well, first, wanted to let you know that the little girl you sent up to us is doing well. She just woke up. She's coherent, drowsy, but she's awake and well."

"Thanks for the update."

"Of course, I also brought some goodies for everyone. I made my own version of a snack mix so there's small bags for everyone."

"Sweet!" Mateo cries out, grabbing the bag from you, ready to dig into your homemade treats.

Dr. Robby chuckles and leans against the counter, "You sure you wanna continue being a nurse? Think you'd make a hell of a living in a restaurant or bakeshop."

You smile brightly at him, "Thanks! And no, cooking and baking are my hobbies. I don't know how I'd feel if I turned it into a career. Besides, I like the work that I do here."

"Maybe I should hire you as my private chef," he states lowly.

You chuckle, "I basically already am! Maybe I should start charging you for my services," you giggle and Dr. Robby joins you.

Perlah happens to be walking by and she immediately makes a knowing face at Mateo and Princess. She murmurs to the two, "Are sure they're not-"

"Not sure, but it definitely looks like it," Mateo responds.

"If anything, maybe they're sleeping with each other," Princess says before stuffing her mouth with some of the snack mix you made.

The three continue to snack and gossip when your laughter brings their attention back to you and Dr. Robby. They watch as you grip his arm and laugh while he smiles at you.

"You three are seeing what I'm seeing, right?" Dr. Collins mumbles to the nurses.

"We're starting a bet, want in?" Mateo asks.

"What's the bet?"

"What the status of their relationship is. I think they're just sleeping with each other," Princess says.

"Mateo and I think they're dating."

Dr. Collins observes you and Dr. Robby for a moment and then says, "I think they've been in a relationship for the past three months but have been keeping it quiet."

The three nurses widen their eyes, "You really think so?"

"No, but I'll put twenty bucks in the pot for it."

"Alright, we'll get this thing running!" Mateo exclaims but not too loudly.

Throughout the shift, they rallied in other nurses, doctors, and even the residents in on the bet.

They didn't put it on the board, but Princess put everyone's bets in the notes app on her phone.

There have been a few times during the shift that they thought they'd be caught by Robby, but, luckily, he remained oblivious.

Or so they think.

During his lunch, Robby disappears, which is noticed by everyone and gets them all talking.

"They're so doing it in a supply closet right now."

"Or he might be grabbing lunch somewhere else?"

"He could be having lunch with Y/N upstairs."

"We should send someone to check."

__________________________

Robby takes some pasta from your container already finished his, "Wanna know something funny?"

"What's up?"

"My employees have a bet regarding our relationship."

You snicker, "I'm surprised it took them this long."

"You're not helping, coming by and bringing me food all the time."

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm sorry! I find out my fiancé refuses to eat while he's at work so I want to make sure he's fed!"

"I'm gonna tell 'em. Don't want them meddling more than they have recently."

You shrug, "Up to you. Everyone on my floor already knows so,"

He shakes his head with a chuckle. He then leans in and pecks your lips, "I'm gonna head back," he murmurs and then takes another forkful of your food.

"Michael, just finish it!" You say with a cackle.

"Nope! I'm done! Love you."

"Love you," you wave him off as he exits the the breakroom.

________________________

"Engaged?!"

Collins looks at Dana, "Did you know about this?"

The older woman nods, "Yup, which is why I refused to take part in the bet."

"Who else knows?" Langdon asks, crossing his arms over his chest, with furrowed brows.

"Her entire floor. So, who won the bet?"

Princess scrolls through her phone, "No one."

Robby holds out his hand, "Pay up then."

Everyone groans as they pull their bets out of their pockets and placing them in the attending doctor's hands. He immediately slips the cash into his pocket, "Thanks everyone. You'll be paying for my dinner with my fiancée tonight."

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the ring | michael robinavitch x nurse!reader

summary: after getting married, the first day back at work is a little harder than you expected it to be 

warnings: this got nastier (smuttier) than expected my bad

You didn’t think a ring would affect you so much. 

Michael, cocky motherfucker, knew what he was doing. He was teasing you all day. 

It started in the morning, this was going to be your first shift back together after getting married. You both wore your rubber bands to work and kept your actual rings on a necklace, and something about robby wearing a chain with his wedding band just did something to you. Before you left the house this morning, you had pulled him by the chain and crashed his lips to yours. 

During your honeymoon, you had been insatiable. Of course you have always been attracted to michael, but there was something about him being your husband that just made him so much more attractive. 

“Fuck, honey we need to leave now or else we’re not leaving” he says, breathing heavy

“Michael I don’t know how I’m gonna survive the day” you groaned

“I know, me too” he takes a deep breath. During your honeymoon, he was as insatiable as you, if not more. 

“Just 12 hours” you say, even though you know it was never just a 12 hour shift

“Just 12 hours” he agrees, knowing it's gonna be longer than just a 12 hour shift 

But fuck 12 hours you could barely make it to hour 4 before you and michael took a little break in the supply closet 

You barely had time to close the door before michael spun you around and grabbed your face with his hands and crashed his lips against yours, all teeth and tongue and urgency. His hand traces down your face to your throat before his hands cup your ass and he lifts you up against the door. His hips thrusting against yours looking for any sort of friction, “fuck the rule we have, it was stupid anyway” he says as he pulls your scrub top down to expose your breast and he trails kisses down your throat to the top of them.  

You laugh as you lean your head back against the door, “we set the rule when we started dating for a reason babe” you remind him, “we haven’t broken it in three years let’s not start now” you said, referring to the rule you made to yourselves that you wouldn't have sex where you work.

He groans against your chest, “you’re right, we’ve been doing so good” as much as he wanted to fuck you in this supply closet right now, how needy he was for you, he reminded himself of why you made the rule in the first place. 

He takes a minute before he sets you back on the floor and he takes a few steps back and you notice the very obvious bulge outlined by his pants. You couldn’t help but bite your lip. He looks at you with a pained expression on his face, “I love you honey, but you’re looking at me like you want to devour it, which is definitely not helping my little situation right here” he gestures to his problem 

“Little?” you scoff under your breath and he laughs. “Okay fine, I’ll leave, only because you read my mind” you wink and turn to leave the supply room

The next time you interacted was when you had three hours left in your shift. He had cornered you by one of the staircases, away from any prying eyes. 

“You’ve been giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes for the past five hours” he accuses 

“You keep playing with your ring when you're at the desk” you narrow your eyes

He looks into your eyes for a moment before he breaks into a smile, “I keep remembering our wedding day” his eyes softening, reminiscing, “best day of my life” he adds 

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face, “mine too” you give him a quick peck on the lips then say quietly in his ear, “three more hours then I’m all yours” and you pull away and exit back out to the floor before he can react. 

The next three hours flew by, filled with lingering looks and even more lingering touches. By the time night shift got there and you gave report, you and robby couldn't get to his car fast enough. 

“Robby, drive now” you say as you quickly throw your stuff in the back, anticipation running rampant through you

“Thank god we live so close” he mutters under his breath, glancing at you in time to see you clench your thighs, his jaw tightening 

You make it to your house in record time and barely make it through the door before he’s slamming you against it. Your hands went to his cheeks but he grabs them and pins them against the door, making you moan into his mouth. 

He breaks away to strip you of your clothes before his lips are back on yours, “now, this isn't really fair Mr. Robinavitch, you still have all your clothes on” you pout 

“You’re awfully needy today, Mrs. Robinavitch” he says as he takes off his shirt and goes to take off his pants but you beat him to it, already on your knees and before he even has time to process what was happening, you took him in your mouth. 

He groans and places one hand on the front door, the other coming to the back of your head. “Fuck honey” he says as you pull him out with a pop. 

“I’ve been needy for you all day, michael” you whine before you take him back in your mouth. 

Michael pulls out of your mouth by pulling on your hair, “I want to come inside you, honey” he breathes heavy and takes you in his arms and quickly leads you to the couch. 

He sits down and brings you to his lap where you slowly slide down onto him with a moan, feeling the slight stretch. He gives you a moment to adjust before you start moving your hips, his hand with the wedding ring coming up to your throat, “I love being married to you” he groans. 

You were in such bliss you couldn’t even formulate a response. His hand trails down from your throat, down to your breast before he suddenly grabs your hips and makes you ride him faster. You crash your lips against his and moan into his mouth, “harder please” 

He thrusts up into you, “you take me so well” he pulls you forward on his chest, your arms coming around on either side of him to hold on to the edge of the couch, his hands coming to your ass to use as leverage to bring you down harder on his cock. 

“Fuck michael” you moan, putting your face into his neck

He could tell you were getting close by the way you were clenching around him, “I know baby” he grunts as he grabs your ass tighter, chasing his orgasm after he makes you finish.

You stay against his chest, still on his cock, taking a moment to catch your breath before you pull back and look at him, “I love being married to you too” you smile and you place a sweet kiss on his lips before he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back against his chest 

“I love you” he sighs, placing a gentle kiss on your head, as he wishes you both could have stayed in your little honeymoon just bit longer 

– 

a/n: the restraint I needed to not use a daddy kink (I was so very tempted)

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but i stayed anyway

dr. robby x f!fiance!reader content: 18+ mdni, canon medical incidents (mci), shooting, mental health discussions, suicidal ideation words: 9.8k synopsis: takes place over the course of episodes 12-15. reader is a clinical psychologist who used to work in the hospital, but no longer does and is engaged to robby. robby calls reader to let her know about the shooting and asks that she not come... and guess what our reader does (: (as this is following alongside the events of episodes 12 through 15, please note that i borrowed some dialogue directly from the episodes.) a/n: hiiii besties!!! this fic is proof that democracy works 🤪 thank you for voting in my poll! the family trauma fic is soon to follow (hopefully). i listened to renegade by big red machine a lot while writing this, which to me may be the most robby coded song of all time. but yeah that's where the title comes from, if you were interested. thank you guys so much for all the love you've shown my writing the last month, i think it's time to get a masterlist up. love you, enjoy your weekend, and as always feel free to blow my inbox up.

It was almost 6PM when you were on your drive home from work that day. You thought about calling your fiancé, Michael, but figured he’d be off shift in an hour anyway. You were trying, and failing, not to be overbearing.

When he told you he intended to go to work today, you had feigned indifference, but he knew you and he heard the worry in your voice.

“Please don’t psychoanalyze me.” He said as he kissed you goodbye.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said, “You said you’re good to work today so you’re good to work today. Just, um, maybe we could check in around lunch—?”

“Stop.” He said, sighing, “We talked about this.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said quickly, anxious to get him out of the house so you could fret in peace, “I’ll see you later.”

Once he was gone, you got yourself ready for work and did your best not to think about it too much. Him working on the anniversary of Adamson’s death. You were, after all, a clinical psychologist and so it had been… difficult to turn off your clinical instincts when Robby had been suffering so obviously the last few years.

You had suggested a referral to many a colleague, which he politely refused each time. Insisting he was fine while day after day you watched him slip further and further into an abyss.

You had gone so far as to text Kiara, the hospital social worker, about your concerns a few months ago. Robby had been livid about that. Barely spoke to you for days after.

Your fingers itched to call her on your way into work, but you really didn’t want to start off the weekend fighting with Robby.

So you stayed away. You didn’t text or call to check in during the day. However, when Jake had texted you earlier today asking if you wanted to stop by the ER with him around lunch, you nearly gave in.

Sorry, kid, too wrapped up with work today. But make sure you give him a hug for me!

You locked your phone and put it down after that, but then a minute later couldn’t stop yourself from sending an extra text:

Also couldn’t hurt to ask him how he is.

After it was sent you rested your head on your arms and sighed.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Jake had texted you that he seemed busy, but overall fine. You knew though that Jake’s perception of fine did not match yours. Besides which, Robby would have put on a show for him, a happy face. He’d never let Jake see the crushing grief that was just behind his eyes, if only you knew where to find it. You didn’t hear anything else for the rest of the day.

So when there was still an hour of Robby’s shift left and a picture of the two of you lit up your screen to indicate an incoming call, your heart rate picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, honey, I just wanted to let you know I’ll be home late tonight. I’m not sure how late yet.”

“Oh.” You waited for him to provide more information, but he didn’t. “Is everything okay?”

He sighed, “I don’t know. There’s an active shooter at Pitt Fest.”

“Oh, God—“ Your breath caught when you remembered your conversation with Jake earlier, “Jake’s there—“

“Yeah, do you think you could try getting in touch with him? I’ve tried calling, but it won’t go through.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

“And if you don’t mind, maybe call Janey too?”

“Yes. Whatever you need.” He was quiet on the other line for a moment. You badly wanted to ask him if he was okay, but knew the answer and also knew it would only piss him off, so you waited in the silence.

“Please don’t come here,” He said finally, “I know you think you can help—“

“I can help,” You said quickly, “Kiara’s going to be slammed, I’ve worked in the hospital before, I can—“

“You don’t want to be here for this.” He said firmly. You heard someone call his name in the background, “I have to go. You’ll let me know if you hear from Jake?”

“Yeah, of course. I love—“ The line went dead before you could finish your sentence.

That was fine. Your brain was entering crisis mode anyway. You dialed Jake as you drove, about three times with no luck. Trying to keep your own anxiety in check, you called Janey and let her know what was going on and to call you or Robby if she heard from Jake.

Robby didn’t want you at the hospital, you knew that, but there was simply no way in hell you were just going to go home and twiddle your thumbs while you waited to hear from him or Jake. You were sure he knew that, too.

So, after thinking it over for a minute, you made a U turn and dialed Kiara.

As you were walking in to the ER, you ran into Jack Abbot and exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” He teased, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Oh, thank God you’re here too.”

“What are you doing here? You’re back at the hospital?”

“No, no, I just thought Kiara could use a hand tonight.”

He hummed, “Which roughly translates to you wanted to keep an eye on Robby.”

You feigned outrage, “Come on, Jack, I thought you’d be on my side about this.”

“I am on your side,” He laughed as you walked through the waiting room, “Why do you think I’m here?”

The two of you walked into Robby giving a pep talk to the ER staff. His face betrayed nothing when he saw the two of you, but just from looking at him it was immensely clear to you that the day had weighed on him. And now he still had miles to go.

“Brother, am I glad to see you.” He said to Abbot, pulling him into a hug.

“You,” He said, turning to you, “I specifically asked you not to come here.”

“Kiara asked me to come, and besides,” You lowered your voice, “You’re not the boss of me.”

He sighed and ran a hand over his face, “Have you heard from Jake?”

“No, I’m still trying. So is Janey.”

He nodded and then without preamble pulled you into his chest, “Thank you for coming.”

You exhaled in relief and tightened your arms around his waist, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” You murmured, “I have to go find Kiara.”

He nodded and stepped away from you, immediately shifting back into leader mode. While you slipped away, you stopped at Dana’s side, gaping at her black eye.

“Oh my God, what the fuck happened to you?” You asked, hands coming up to her face.

“Oh, please, don’t start. I don’t have time.” She pulled you into a tight hug, “Glad you’re here though, regardless of what sad boy over there says, we could use all the help we can get.”

You smirked, “Sad boy?”

She waved you off, “Gen Z lingo, ask one of the med students.”

“Hey,” You grabbed her arm as she started to run off, “You’ll come get me if he seems… sadder than usual?”

She smiled, “Yeah, you got it.”

And then she was off and you disappeared into the chaos to find Kiara.

***

You had lost count of how many times you’d called Jake. You had talked to several family members, mostly just to ask them to be patient and be sure to upload any information about their missing family members.

But you had also had to inform a woman that her husband was dead. You had done this before, the hard thing, giving someone the worst news of their lives. It was a difficult balance to be empathetic enough that you didn’t come off cold and distant, but not so empathetic that you let it destroy you.

You still hadn’t mastered it. And the fact that no one could get in touch with Jake only made it worse. As soon as you could, you excused yourself to call him again.

It rang and rang and rang and when you reached his voicemail, you hung up, hands shaking.

It felt like hours before your phone went off with a text from Dana.

Jake’s here. He’s ok. Come find me.

The relief hit you so hard you felt yourself tearing up. Taking deep breaths, you headed back into the ER, looking for Dana.

You hadn’t been back here since everything started and the sight of all the patients, the blood on the floor, nearly made you sick. You stood there, frozen in place, listening to the crying and medical jargon being shouted and wondered, not for the first time, how the fuck Robby did this all day long. You knew from experience it wasn’t normally like this, but after only a couple of hours in the ER, you had always been anxious to leave it. You never understood how anyone could do a full 12 hour shift here.

“Good, there you are.” Dana said, coming to your side, “Jake’s good, he was shot in the leg, but they’ve stopped the bleeding he’s stable.”

“Oh, thank God. Has anyone called Janey?”

Dana nodded, “She’s on her way here. But, Leah, Jake’s girlfriend,” Dana sighed and shook her head, “It’s not good. Robby’s working on her.”

You nodded, “Okay, well, that’s encouraging. Robby’s the best chance she has.”

Dana nodded, “Yeah, I’m more so worried that she was a lost cause when she got in here and Robby’s been working on her for… Well, longer than he should be in a mass casualty. Anyone else and he would’ve called it minutes ago.”

You saw where she was going with this. Leah was dead. But Robby would kill himself to bring Leah back, to not have to tell Jake he couldn’t save her. And all of this was happening on the day Adamson had died.

“Also,” Dana added, “I don’t know the details, but him and Langdon had a falling out today. He sent the kid home.”

You frowned, “What d’you mean, Langdon’s right there?” You pointed behind her to Langdon who was working on a patient.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me.” She sighed, “Okay, well, don’t tell Robby you saw him. He’s gonna lose his shit when he sees him.”

You sighed and brought your hands together, “Okay. I’m going to go talk to Jake and then I’m gonna see what I can do about… Leah.”

“Thank you,” Dana said, “You’re an angel.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, it’s a long shot he’ll listen to me.”

“Have a little faith, yeah?” And then Dana disappeared.

Closing your eyes, you breathed slowly a few times, psyching yourself up to go find Jake, and then you forced yourself to move.

You found Jake alone, on a gurney in the hallway, phone in hand and tears still wet on his cheeks.

“Oh, Jake, baby,” He looked up at the sound of your voice and his arms opened to you immediately. You wrapped him up, holding him as tightly as you could.

“Leah was shot,” He cried.

“I know, I know, I heard.”

“Robby’s with her, do you know how she is?”

You shook your head, “I just got in here, but I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”

“Could you stay with me? Just until my mom gets here?”

Oh, your heart was shattering in your chest with every second that passed. You closed your eyes for a second, “I have to go handle something, but I promise I will be right back, okay?”

He nodded, “Yeah, okay. And you’ll see about Leah?”

“Yeah, of course.” You squeezed his hand and kissed the top of his head and then you were moving again.

The level of carnage was absolutely stunning and in your head you had to keep repeating to yourself over and over Find Robby. Find Robby. Find Robby. In order to keep your head on straight.

And then you saw him, in front of the hub, perched on top of the gurney like a man tied to the pyre at the center of town. You wondered idly how long he had been performing compressions. Nurses surrounding the gurney, carrying out orders as he spewed them out. All of them had the same look on their face, like they were placating a child who could not quite seem to grasp that their dog had died.

“Fuck.” You muttered.

“Good, you’re here. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” Abbot appeared behind you.

“I don’t know that he will,” You swallowed, “He’s been pushing me away for weeks.” The intensity of the situation they were in, of seeing Jake, and now his girlfriend, dead beneath Robby’s hands brought tears to your eyes.

“You have to try.” Abbot said quietly, and then he buried himself back into the fray.

You blinked the tears away rapidly and then tentatively stepped towards the gurney. You looked down at Leah’s body, all the tubes coming out of her, the gaping wound in her chest, “Robby.” You said softly and looked up.

His eyes flicked to yours quickly, then back to Leah, “It’s Jake’s girlfriend.”

“I know.” He continued compressions and gave more orders out to the nurses that you didn’t quite understand, “How long has she been down?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. I thought—I thought we had a pulse for a second.”

You nodded, “But her heart stopped a long time ago, didn’t it?”

His eyes flicked up to yours again and you saw the layers of pain there that had been ripped up, likely all day long. All culminating in this girl, this one girl he couldn’t save. That he would have never been able to save, even on a good day. And despite all the people he had already helped save today and the dozens he would save after, he would never let go of Leah.

He looked back down at Leah, “It’s Jake’s… She’s Jake’s…”

“I know, baby,” You said softly, “Have you tried everything?”

“We gave her so much blood… We transfused some of her own blood… But the bullet it… It tore through her heart…”

“That sounds like you did everything you could,” You said gently, and you felt your own tears aching at the back of your throat, “It sounds like you gave Leah the best chance you possibly could have. If this didn’t work then nothing would have.” He’s still doing compressions, grimacing as he does, “Why don’t we check her pulse one more time, okay?”

He looks up at you again, your eyes pleading for him to climb off the gurney, his eyes pleading with you not to make him give up on Leah. You lift a hand up to him, a silent offering: You don’t have to do it alone.

He looked back down at Leah for another moment and you saw him fighting with himself. And then he reached for you. His gloved, blood soaked hand wrapped around yours tightly and the weight on your chest lessened marginally.

“Sophie, could you take over compressions for a moment? Dana, do you have the doppler?”

“Yeah.”

“Has it been tested?”

“No.”

Robby let go of your hand and took the doppler from Dana, quickly checking it on his own wrist. “Ok, it’s working.” He said when the sound of his own pulse echoed. “Hold compressions.”

You held your breath when he held the doppler to Leah’s neck. The silence was deafening and you bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood. But you kept watching Robby, never looking away from him.

“Ok.” He said finally, and you heard the tears in his throat, “That’s it, we’re done.”

He put the doppler away and wrote the time of death on her wrist chart and pulled the blanket up and over her head. You reached out for his hand again, fully expecting him to push you away, but he took it, holding it like a lifeline.

“I can tell Jake.” You said softly.

“No,” He said, shaking his head, “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”

“Robby—“

He squeezed your hand once before dropping it, turning his attention elsewhere, “You should wash your hands.”

You looked down at your hands, and sure enough, they were covered in Leah’s blood from where Robby had held them.

“Thank you,” Dana said, coming up behind you, “I wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop.”

You inhale shakily, “Don’t thank me yet. He still has to tell Jake.”

You excuse yourself before she can reply, heading straight for the bathroom. The crying starts before you’ve even fully closed the door, and then when you see the bloody footprints and the blood in the sink, you only cry harder.

You thought about Jake, about how he had told you about Leah just a couple weeks ago. The two of you giggling while he showed you pictures of her, told you about the music she loved and the TV she watched. Now you're washing her blood down the sink.

You watch the pink water and suds flow from your hands down the drain and wait for your breathing to level.

After drying off your hands, you sniffle, and then steeling yourself you walk back into the ER— And straight into Kiara.

“Hey, I was looking for you. We got a couple more positive IDs in the morgue and the families are here.” She looks at you more closely, noting your red eyes and wet cheeks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… Jake’s girlfriend just died, so.” You cleared your throat, “But I’m good, I’m ready.”

She gave you a knowing look, “You’re sure?”

You shrugged and looked around, “You can’t fully process an event like this until it’s over. The only way out is through and all that. So I’m good.”

Jake was waiting for you, you remembered, but you couldn’t face him right now. Couldn’t lie to him when you had watched Robby pull that blanket up over Leah’s head.

“Alright.” Kiara said, and the two of you began walking back to the cafeteria.

***

After helping Kiara with two family notifications, you excused yourself back to the ER, wanting to check on Robby and Jake.

Walking back into the chaos was just as upsetting the second time. You clenched your fists as you walked through, looking for Robby or Dana or Abbot. The first person your eyes found was Abbot, monitoring a patient and talking a resident through a procedure.

“Hey,” You said, walking up to him, “Have you seen Robby?”

He looked up from his patient and looked around, “Hey Dana?” He shouted, “You seen Robby?”

“No,” She called back, “I was just about to ask you the same.”

“Shit,” You murmured and started walking again.

“Y/N?” Dana called.

“Yeah, I’m on it.” You called as you passed her.

You opened every room, asked every doctor and nurse you passed, but no one had seen him.

Finally, you overheard someone mention that they were using the Peds room as a makeshift morgue and it clicked.

Robby didn’t talk to you much about the pandemic or about Adamson afterwards, but when he had been in it. When he came home on this day four years ago, he had been so distraught, so desperate, he had tried at first to talk about it. And you remembered how he explained to you that they put Adamson in Peds for lack of space. It had really stuck with him, for some reason, that Adamson had died in Peds.

If now the morgue was in Peds. And Leah was in the morgue. And Robby was the one who took her there. Well, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why no one could find Robby.

You walked quickly, occasionally stopping to ask for directions or to see if anyone had seen Robby. Langdon was the most helpful, saying he saw Robby go in the morgue with Jake and then Jake came out, but not Robby.

“Hey, what’s going on with the two of you today?” You asked.

“Me and Robby?” He looked around as if to see if anyone else was listening, “Why, what have you heard? Did he say something to you?”

You raised your eyebrows, “No, but Dana said he sent you home hours ago.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “It was a misunderstanding.”

You nod and then shrug, “Okay.”

“Are you analyzing me or something?”

You give a short laugh and then start backing away from him, “Are you paying me? I don’t analyze for free, Frank. I’m very expensive.”

You were hoping to get more from Langdon on what was going on. It was becoming more and more apparent that a lot of shit had happened today during Robby’s shift even before the shooting.

But, you didn’t have time for that, you supposed. You’d have to go in blind, trust your instincts, hope to God you don’t say the wrong thing to push him away.

And when you walk into Peds, you realize just how in over your head you are.

Robby’s on the ground, Star of David necklace clutched in his hand, eyes closed tight as he shakily murmured to himself in Hebrew.

You had never seen him pray before. He had struggled with his faith after the passing of his grandmother and ever since working in the ER. As long as you’d known him, his relationship with God had been tenuous or nonexistent.

So if he was praying right now, well, that scared the shit out of you.

You lowered yourself to the ground in front of him, not touching him or saying anything, just wanting him to know you were there.

After a few moments of you sitting in front of him, his breathing just starting to level and the tears slowing, you tried to find the right thing to say. Nothing you said, you knew, would fully be able to help him process whatever this was. Whatever had happened in here with him and Jake. That was for another time.

It went against everything you were taught as a clinician to push Robby back into the work when that was the reason he was on this floor, wrecked beyond recognition. But people were dying out there. And more would die if you couldn’t manage to pull him out of the riptide.

“I heard one of your interns just did a REBOA without supervision.” His eyes darted to yours at that, “I don’t know what that means, but everyone seems pretty pissed about it.”

“What is this?” He asked, voice gravelly.

“What?”

“You’re not going to ask if I’m okay or ask me how it makes me feel that Leah’s dead and Jake blames me?”

Ah. Well, that certainly explained the situation they were in. The straw that broke the camel’s back was Jake. The closest thing he had to a son, rejecting him in his lowest moment and reaffirming every untrue belief he held about himself.

You shook your head, “I think it’s pretty clear you’re not fucking okay. None of us are okay right now.” You glanced over your shoulder through the glass door, “I could give you the heartfelt pep talk if you want, about how I know you’re the best doctor in this whole damn hospital and how I know if you couldn’t save Leah no one could and how I know Jake loves you even if he’s angry and hurting. But I don’t think you’re in the space to receive that right now.”

His breathing was shaky and he fiddled with his necklace, not looking at you anymore. You weren’t sure if you were blowing it or not, but this was the best you could do right now without falling apart yourself.

“What I think you need to hear right now is that people are still dying out there. People who are loved, who have families, just like Leah did. And they need you.”

He shook his head, sobbing, “I can’t.”

Your eyes watered and you swiped a tear from your cheek hurriedly, frustrated at yourself for crying, “I know that’s how it feels. But I also know you’ll never forgive yourself if you leave your department out there to fend for themselves all night while you sit in here.” You sniffed, “And I’m really gonna need you to forgive yourself for this someday, Michael.”

At that, he did look up at you. The unspoken words in what you were saying. You loved this man with every beat of your heart. But you weren’t sure how much longer it could go on like this. You, desperately trying to throw him a life vest and him actively swimming further away from you.

He needed to want to get better and you weren’t sure how to make him want it, to see that this was unsustainable and destroying him. And he was pulling you down with him.

Eyes glittering with tears, you rose to your feet and reached a hand out to him for the second time that day.

He looked back down at the floor for a moment and your heart sank, but then you felt the brush of his fingers on your palm. You swallowed down a sob that threatened to choke you and gripped his hand, helping him off the floor.

Once he was at his full height, you brought your hands to either side of his face and gently pulled him to you, pressing kisses to his cheeks and forehead before resting your head to his.

His breathing wavered only slightly as he rested his own hands at the base of your neck.

“Okay?” You asked tentatively after you’d both been standing there like that for a few moments.

He swallowed and nodded, “Yeah.”

As you stepped away from him, your hand trailed down his arm until you were just holding his hand. You squeezed once and he squeezed back. You dropped his hand as you turned for the door and you felt his hand at the small of your back as the two of you left Peds.

Things seemed to be beginning to slow down now. You watched from a distance as Robby breezed by you, pulled off his bloody robe and encouraged his residents. As if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been destroyed just moments ago. It was astounding to you, the way he could so quickly shift gears.

But then, as he was putting on a new robe, Gloria appeared. You stepped closer to the hub and watched the exchange anxiously. You almost turned and walked away as things seemed to be going okay, but then the conversation shifted to discussions of unscreened blood donors and a shooter with a hit list and then Robby exploded.

“Jesus Gloria!”

You were shoulder to shoulder with Abbot when he lost it and your breath caught, “Your turn.” You murmured to Jack and backed yourself into a chair next to Dana at the hub.

“Hey, get some air, brother.” Abbot said as soon as Robby was close enough, “Go check on triage.”

When he disappeared out the ambulance bay doors, you rested your head in your hands.

“Should we be worried about him?” Abbot asked as he walked around the hub.

“Yes,” You said, “Everyone should be very, very worried about him.”

“Awesome,” Jack sighed and went back to see more patients.

You kept an eye on the ambulance bay, tears still constantly threatened to spill over. You wanted to go home, but not if Robby didn’t come with you.

“It’s slowing down, right?” You asked Dana, eyes shining as she turned to you.

She gave you a sad smile and squeezed your shoulder, “Yeah, kid. It’ll be over soon.”

***

You had sat with Jake after that until Janey came. You had squished yourself into his non-injured side and rested your head on top of his.

“You know Robby would’ve traded his life for Leah’s in a second if he could have. He would’ve done anything to not see you hurt like this.” You said gently.

Jake had sat there quietly so you had decided not to push. The two of you sat in silence for a while.

You watched Robby whenever he passed by and almost without fail, his eyes fell to Jake whenever he passed. You had heard there was a measles case in the ER. Not contagious, but it was something Robby had said to you months ago he feared the most. That this anti vaccination trend was going to boil over and sooner or later, diseases like the measles that had largely been eradicated, would return. You couldn’t believe this was happening today of all days.

When Janey got to Jake, you reluctantly left him.

“Oh, please, don’t leave on my account,” Janey said smiling, “I really appreciate you staying with him.”

“Please, it’s my pleasure,” You squeezed Jake’s hand again before climbing off his gurney, “But I really have to go find Robby and see if I can drag him home. He might collapse soon if he doesn’t get out of here.” You turned back to Jake, “You’ll text me if you need anything, right? I mean anything.”

He shrugged, “Sure, whatever.”

You knew he was acting this way probably because he saw you as an extension of Robby. And it sucked. You loved Jake. Had loved him for years now, since he was just a little kid. It would pass, you told yourself. It had to.

“Janey,” You pulled her off a little away from Jake, “This is not unsolicited advice, just an offer from a friend: I would be happy to refer him to a colleague if at any point you think he needs to talk to someone.”

Janey gave you a watery smile, “Thank you.”

“You have my number?” She nods, “Okay. Well, please, if either of you need anything, Robby and I are just a call away.”

Janey nodded, “And also not unsolicited advice, just the observation of a friend, but I’m worried about Robby. You’ll make sure he’s alright, right?”

You looked down at your hands, at the ring on your finger, then looked back up at Janey, “Right now I can’t see past the next hour or so, but I am trying my damnedest to keep him above water.”

Janey nodded and squeezed your hand before you headed back towards the hub. As you were heading there, though, you thought you heard Robby’s voice yelling coming from the elevators.

You locked eyes with Dana, and frowning, slowly turned towards the direction of the yelling. You walked down a hallway to find Robby in a heated discussion with Dr. Shen, but when his eyes landed on you he disengaged.

“While I am glad that you are… functioning again,” You said quietly, “If you keep screaming at people, I’m gonna need to forcibly bring you home.”

He had a hand on your shoulder as he steered you through the ER, “You should go home,” He said, “Nothing else for you to do here, Kiara doesn’t need you anymore, I’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

“No,” You said immediately, “No, I’m sorry, I’m not leaving here without you. If you want me to leave, you’ll have to come with me.”

He sighed, “I wish you wouldn’t make this so difficult.”

You bit your lip to stop it from wobbling, “And I wish you’d stop pushing me away.”

He stares at you for a few moments, opening his mouth as if to argue when there’s a commotion at the hub that has you both turning.

“Is that… Is McKay…?” You start, but Robby’s already walking. You follow, but keep your distance, listening as he puts the cops in their place.

The pride flared in your chest, as it always does. This is the man you fell in love with, the one who stood up for what he believed in, for his students and staff, regardless of the cost.

When it’s done and they let McKay go, Gloria is back. You watch with some tension as Robby reports the status of all the mass casualty patients. But there’s no further incident and Robby walks past you on his way to another patient, “Go home.” He whispers as he walks by.

You tried not to let it hurt, how he seemed to be desperate for you to go away. But after the way the last few hours had unfolded, it was getting difficult. You parked yourself at the hub, trying to contain your sniffling as you again looked at the ring on your finger.

He was having an astronomically hard day, you knew. But had the two of you not made a great team? Weren’t you the only one who could get through to him when everything around him seemed to be crumbling?

“Hey, kid,” Dana said softly and pushed a cup of coffee your way, “You doing okay?”

You tried to smile, but nearly broke, “Fine, I’ll be fine. And you?”

She gave a short laugh, “I’ve seen better days.”

You sipped the coffee Dana had given you, “I hear that.”

***

You tried not to seem too eager the next time you saw Robby at the hub. He tells Dana that he’s stepping outside with a sandwich and a juice box, and then you feel his shadow above you, and look up, “Dana says you look like you’re experiencing an existential crisis.”

You nod, “Probably a normal reaction to what we’ve all experienced here tonight. Unlike some people in this place I don’t see experiencing the normal range of human emotions as a character flaw.”

He nodded slowly, “Is there anything I can say to get you out of here?”

You almost laughed, “Can I ask you a question? Is the insistence on getting me out of here out of concern for my emotional well being or is it just because you know I’m the only person here who can truly help you and you don’t think you deserve help?”

“And if it’s both?” He locked his red rimmed eyes with yours and gave you a sad smile.

A rare bit of honesty and it floored you. You reached for his hand, “Robby—“

“I need some air and to eat,” He said backing away, “We’ll leave soon, I promise.”

You watched him disappear into the ambulance bay, having to physically restrain yourself from following. But then, you watched Langdon follow after him.

“Oh, no.” You sighed. You debated with yourself for about thirty seconds whether or not to follow, “Fuck it.” You muttered to yourself and then followed them outside.

“—I was never high, I was just treating my own withdrawal symptoms—“

“Which you should’ve done under the care and supervision of a physician.”

Oh, fuck. You stopped walking just past the ambulance bay doors, unsure if maybe you should go back inside.

“You could’ve come to me, but instead now you could face felony charges for stealing controlled substances from a hospital.”

Holy shit. You had thought the whole thing with Langdon earlier today must’ve been related to patient care or maybe the new residents or med students. But this was much, much more than a disagreement about care or teaching methods.

“You need help.”

“What about you, man? I’m not the only one fucked up here! Look in the mirror!”

You squeezed your eyes shut. Perhaps you should go back inside. This was only going to get worse.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You heard the edge in Robby’s voice. The frustration, the exhaustion, the disappointment. He was practically begging Frank to say the quiet part out loud so he’d have an excuse to explode.

“I never had a complete meltdown.”

“No, you just cause them in other people.”

This was past the point of being a productive conversation, but you knew if you intervened you’d probably just make it worse.

“You’re blaming me for what happened to you?”

“What happened to me? What happened to me?! Oh, you are so full of shit. You let me down! You let everybody down! Especially yourself.”

Robby turned to walk back inside and you started to as well, but then Frank spoke again.

“Somebody saw you in Peds.”

Robby stopped cold. You couldn’t watch this anymore. You moved to go grab Robby, wanting to drag him inside, but he was already walking back to Frank, “Who? Y/N?”

You looked down at your shoes and tried not to feel betrayal. That he thought you would tell anyone about how you had found him, in his most vulnerable state.

“No, a night shift nurse saw you on the floor. Said it looked like—“

“Looked like what? LOOKED LIKE WHAT?!” You flinched and blew out a slow breath between your lips. “This job will fuck you up if you let it. You let it.”

Robby started walking again, still not having seen you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t the one talking to cartoon animals in Peds.”

“FUCK. YOU.” Robby shouted as he kept walking back towards the ER.

When he laid eyes on you, he almost stopped in his tracks. He shook his head and sighed, walking past you, “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be here.” He said as you followed him inside, “You shouldn't have heard that.”

“He is desperate,” You said quickly, a long shot attempt at damage control, “And experiencing withdrawal, I know you know what that does to people. He didn’t mean any of that.”

“You doing okay, man?” Abbot asked as the two of you approached the hub.

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, you did take the parent of a patient into our makeshift morgue, never mind that it’s technically a fucking crime scene. That’s just not cool, man.”

Robby didn’t deny this, and you slowly turned to him, horror clear on your face, “Okay, you are done with patients today. Do you hear me?” He wouldn’t look at you, pretending to be very focused the chart in front of him, “Robby.” You said sharply.

Finally he looked up at you. “I know,” He said softly, “You’re right. I’m done.”

Just then Gloria came down, talking about getting Robby and Abbot in front of a press conference. It was absolutely inconceivable to you that after what had happened here today Gloria had the fucking audacity to ask for more from her doctors, but Robby must’ve sensed you were about to tell her as much because he gently put an arm in front of you and pushed you behind him.

“Trust me, Gloria, you don’t want me speaking to the press right now.”

“Or ever.” Abbot added.

After Gloria’s little speech about ER cowboy nonsense, Ellis shouted some sort of medical jargon about a patient that had both Robby and Abbot’s head shooting up.

“What the fuck?” Abbot murmured, exasperated.

To your dismay, Robby began following him, “Robby!” You called after him, “No more patients!”

“Yeah,” He called back, “I’ll just be a second.” And he disappeared behind the trauma room door.

“Unbelievable.” You sighed and watched Robby anxiously from the hub, biting at your cuticles anxiously.

A few minutes later, he came back out and started talking to Dana as he stood next to you. As he did so, he pulled your hand from your mouth to stop you from biting, holding your hand within both of his.

“Could you please find the remaining day shift so I can do a quick debrief and we can all go home?”

Dana nodded and was off and then Robby sighed heavily. Feeling brave now that he had grabbed your hand on his own, you stood in front of him.

“Hey,” You said softly, “Come here.”

To your surprise, he allowed your touch, in fact, he buried his face in your shoulder of his own volition. You lightly scratched the back of his head and turned your head inward just slightly so you could press kisses to his skin, “Everything’s going to be okay.” You said softly.

He nodded into your shoulder before gently pulling away from you and rubbing a hand over his face.

The day shift had gathered and he released your hand to walk around the front and give the debrief.

The speech was hard to listen to, the emotion in Robby’s voice unmistakable.

“None of us are gonna forget today.” He voice faltered and he rubbed at the tears in his eyes, “even if we really really want to. So, go home. Let yourselves cry. You’ll feel better. It’s just… Grief… Leaving the body.”

You swiped at your own tears as Robby finished and headed off. You immediately walked after him, following him to the memorial wall where Adamson’s portrait was.

You slowed your walk as you approached him, “He would’ve been so proud of everything you did here today.” You said softly.

Robby sniffed and nodded, “I wish he had been here.”

You nodded, “He would’ve made the same decision you did, you know? To take him off the ECMO.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, maybe.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, “If it had been you, instead… And it was one of your students who extubated. Would you have wanted them to blame themselves like this?”

He sighed heavily, screwing his eyes shut tight.

“If it had been Heather, or Samira, …or Frank? What would you tell them?” He didn’t answer the question, which was fine. It was rhetorical, you both knew what he would say. It would sound a lot like what he had just told them all after this shift from hell. You nudged your shoulder with his, “It’s time you start showing yourself that same grace, hm?” You said gently.

He nodded and then turned to look at you. The grief had settled into his face. He had had these sad, weary eyes the entire night. “Thank you for coming today.” He said, “I know I don’t say it enough, that I push you away when I need you most—“

“It’s okay,” You said softly, “We don’t have to do this now. Not until you’ve slept and eaten. Okay?”

He nodded, blinking away the tears. He looked back towards central, “I just want to check in on Jake and then we can go.”

“Okay,” You intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll come with you.”

The two of you walk back in to central and head towards North Three, where Jake is with Janey. As you get closer, you let go of his hand, standing just behind him as he looked at Janey and Jake, “How are we doing?”

“We’re doing okay,” Janey said and turned to Jake, “Right?”

Jake didn’t say anything and so Robby went on, “I know that this is difficult. This is gonna hurt for a long time and it’s okay if you wanna blame me. Just, please don’t blame yourself. We’ve been friends for a long time, I would hate it—“

“No we’re not friends,” Jake spat, “And you’re not my father so fuck off.”

Robby stood there frozen. You couldn’t see his face, but you could only imagine the devastation he felt even if he wasn’t showing it on his face. Your hands itched to reach for his so you clasped them in front of you instead.

“Jake.” Janey admonished, but Robby was already walking away.

“Robby,” It was Donnie now stopped him as he was walking away, “Parents of Jake’s girlfriend, Leah, are here. I put them in the viewing room.”

Robby nodded and affectionately patted Donnie on the shoulder.

“Wait, Robby,” You walked quickly to catch up to him, “I’m going with you.”

“No,” He said quickly.

“I wasn’t asking.”

He stopped and turned back to you, “You don’t work here anymore, the fact that you even helped Kiara today I know I’m gonna get shit about from Gloria—“

“Screw Gloria!” You hissed, “I mean, since when do you give a fuck what she thinks anyway? I can help.”

He sighed, “Don’t fight me on this.” He said finally, “You won’t win.”

And then he turned on his heel and left. Christ, he was so fucking frustrating today.

“Um, Dr. Y/L/N?”

You turned at the unfamiliar voice who was addressing you with such formality. She was a tiny brunette, her hair tied back in a short ponytail, and ice blue eyes.

“Y/F/N is fine.” You said, perplexed that someone you didn’t know was addressing you as Doctor. You hadn’t worked at the hospital in so long, most of the people here now simply knew you as Robby’s fiancée and either forgot or didn’t know about your PhD.

“Sorry to bother you, I’m Dr. Trinity Santos. I’m one of Dr. Robby’s new residents. I heard you used to work here? Do psych consults in the ED?”

You nodded, “Yeah, not just here, every floor. But because of the nature of the ER I was here pretty frequently. What can I do for you, Dr. Santos?”

“I have an overdose who came in from Pitt Fest and I’ve confirmed it was a suicide attempt… It’ll likely be days before he gets up to psych. I was just wondering if maybe you could have a conversation with him? Maybe point him in the direction of resources outside of the hospital?”

“Um,” You looked towards the door Robby had just left through, then back to Trinity, “Yeah. Of course. Lead the way.”

***

You sighed as you walked out of the patient’s room with Dr. Santos, “That was a really good catch on your part,” You said to her, “He seemed like a really tough egg to crack, but you got through to him. Really excellent work for an intern, Dr. Santos. Keep it up.”

She beamed at you, “Thank you. And thank you for talking to him, I really think it’ll make a difference.”

“Anytime,” You said and then turned to head back towards the viewing room.

Seeing that patient with Dr. Santos reminded you of what you missed about working at the hospital. You loved collaborating with other clinicians and physicians on a case, the team work and multiple perspectives it brought. Now, you mostly worked on your own for any given case, unless you really needed advice. But the work was more solitary now, which could be quite isolating.

As awful as tonight had been, you realized you really missed being apart of a team.

“Hey, Abbot,” You called to Jack as you got to the hub, “Have you seen Robby? He was notifying Leah’s parents, but then someone grabbed me for a consult and now I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Consult?” He tugged on the stethoscope around his neck, “I thought you don’t work here anymore?”

You tilted your head a bit, “What’re you gonna do, tell Gloria on me?” He gave a short laugh, “Seriously though, Robby?”

He sighed, “I haven’t seen him since the debrief.”

“Okay,” You tried not to panic, but you knew he must be in bad shape. But he wouldn’t go home without you, “Is there a place he goes when he’s upset? Do you think he’s just getting some air out in the ambulance bay or—“

“The roof.” Abbot said.

“Excuse me?”

Abbot scratched the back of his head, “The roof, we go to the roof sometimes to… contemplate.”

You stared at him for a moment and then scoffed, “You ER physicians and your suicidal ideation,” You pushed off the hub and started backing away, “I have half a mind to get you all admitted to psych on 72 hour holds.”

Jack laughed, “Yeah, good luck finding the beds.”

You took a brisk pace heading up to the roof and by the time you got there, you were out of breath. Stepping out into the Pittsburgh night air, you took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay. The sun would rise again tomorrow. The world would keep spinning. Life would go on.

Your eyes fell to Robby, standing over the railing and far too close to the edge of the building.

And you would get Robby off this roof, safely.

You approached the railing slowly and quietly, but he heard you, his head turned slowly in your direction before he turned back to the skyline, “You shouldn’t be up here.”

“Neither should you,” You leaned on the railing, “Abbot implied you come up here a lot, though.”

He shrugged, “Maybe I just like the view.” He said, but he sniffled.

You hummed, “It is quite lovely up here.”

You swung your leg over the railing and Robby swore as he grabbed you, making sure to stabilize you before your feet got their bearings. When it seemed like you weren’t going to go flying over the edge, he released you.

“It’s you and Jake.” He murmured after the two of you had stood silently for a few moments.

You frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Every time I come up here,” He rubbed at his eyes, “I think about it. Just taking that extra step over the ledge. But I never do, because I think about leaving you and Jake and I can’t do that. But now, Jake...” He shook his head and scratched the back of his head.

“Jake loves you,” You said, “He just needs time. And you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

He shook his head, “And how long until I fuck that up for good, too?”

You inhale deeply, “You know, self fulfilling prophecies are a real thing. So if you convince yourself that you’re going to lose me, chances are you’ll continue to behave in ways that’ll make you lose me.”

He turned to look at you, “I really don’t like when you use your clinical brain to describe our relationship.”

“Sorry. It’s a defense mechanism. Knowing what’s happening and why makes me feel like I can fix it.” You sighed, “You know you can’t keep going like this, right?”

He nodded, tears tracing paths down his cheeks, “I shut down. The moment everybody needed me the most I couldn’t do it. I choked.”

You frowned, “That’s not how I remember it.”

“You know damn well I broke.”

“You didn’t break. You fell apart for a couple minutes, so fucking what? Any other feeling person in your position would have done the same. It’s a strength, not a weakness.” He was shaking his head, “106 people get to go home because of your leadership. I think that more than outweighs the two minutes you took to cry.”

You climbed over the railing and held out a hand to him, “Now I’d like to go home, if you have no further objections.”

You watched his shoulders heave shakily for a few moments before he finally turned and grabbed your hand.

***

Walking through the threshold of the home you shared with Robby nearly made you fall to your knees after the last several hours in the hospital. It was messy, neither of you had had a chance to clean in a while. Unopened mail piled on the console table. Books strewn haphazardly around the living room. A half done crocheting project you had started a week ago was abandoned on the couch. Robby’s toolbox sat, opened by the door to the guest room that he had attempted to replace the doorknob on, but never finished. The dishwasher was full and clean, needing to be emptied and reloaded with the dirty dishes that sat in the sink.

Regardless of the mess, you felt the tension start to ebb out of your body as the warm lights lit up a path to the living room. Unceremoniously, you threw some books and a stray remote out of the way before turning to Robby and forcing him to sit on the couch,

“I’m going to run you a bath,” You said, “Think about what you want to order for takeout?”

“I’m not hungry.” He said, and then reached for you, pulling you straight on top of him.

You chuckled, “Let me go run the bath for you, please?”

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, securing you to his chest, and he kissed your hair, “Just stay with me for a few minutes?”

The smell of him and the feel of his arms around you were more than a bit enticing, unfortunately. You sank into him, pressing your nose into his neck, “Fine. But only a few minutes.”

The rhythm of his breathing, of his heart beat against your skin, lulled you into that place just between waking and dreaming. You hummed, “If I don’t get up now, I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“Would that be so bad?” His voice was thick with exhaustion.

You yawned, “Yes, actually. Your back will be absolutely fucked tomorrow if you fall asleep on this couch.”

You pushed yourself off him and he rubbed his hands over his face. After starting the bath, you went to the fridge and pulled out a container of left over pasta. Grabbing a fork, you took the cold pasta back to the couch and took a bite. You speared a few more noodles and put it in front of Robby’s mouth.

He looked up at you with annoyance, “I said I wasn’t hungry.”

“Just a couple bites, please.”

He sighed heavily, but opened his mouth and watched as you grinned with satisfaction as you fed him the cold pasta.

A few minutes later you put the pasta away and checked on the bath, which was now full. Turning off the water, you headed back to the living room. Robby was still lying on the couch, eyes red rimmed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Come on, baby,” You said softly, holding out your hand, “Bath’s ready.”

He wordlessly took your hand, allowed you to lead him into the bathroom. He watched you carefully as you helped him take off his clothes. “Are you okay?” He asked, softly enough that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said quickly, but he stilled you by gently grabbing your wrists.

“Look at me,” Your eyes flicked up to his, “Are you okay?” He asked again.

You blinked rapidly to dispel the burning that was quickly accumulating at the back of your eyes, “I’ll be fine.” You said slowly and nodded your head towards the bath, “Get in, please, before it gets cold.”

He let your non answer pass for the moment, but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go. As much as your persistence on his own well being irritated him, he could be the same way when you were clearly unwell and not being honest about it.

“Get in with me.” He said, already tugging at your clothes.

You sighed, “This is for you, I’m trying to take care of you.”

“Yes,” He smiled tightly, unbuttoning your pants and gently tugging down, “And I want you in the bath with me. Okay?”

You could feel your eyes beginning to water, which is exactly what you didn’t want. You wanted, needed, desperately to focus on the act of taking care of Michael so that you wouldn’t fall apart. And now he was shifting the focus.

He lowered himself in first and then held out a hand for you, helping as you lowered yourself in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pulled until your back was flush to his chest.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed the side of your neck, “Thank you,” He murmured against your skin, “For not giving up on me today even though I was a bit of a jerk to you.”

“I know you don’t mean it,” You said, “Most of the time when you push me away it’s because you think you don’t deserve the help, not because you don’t want it.”

You both listened to the drip of the faucet for a few moments in silence before he spoke, “I think I’d like to start seeing a therapist.” He said slowly, “If you know a guy.”

The corners of your lips inched up just slightly, “I’ve had a whole roster ready for you for about two years now, take your pick. I’ll print out a list tomorrow.”

He hummed, “I don’t want to lose you,” He said slowly, “And I know if you were anyone else, you likely would’ve been out that door years ago. So, I’m…” He takes a deep, shuddering breath and you place a hand on his thigh beneath the water, squeezing encouragingly, “I’m going to get better. I’m going to be the man you deserve.”

You were encouraged by him finally admitting that something was wrong. He had never done that before. He had never asked you for a referral. But you knew it was still a long road. Things would continue to be very difficult going forward. But if he was willing to try and fight for you, for himself, that was enough for right now.

“I love you,” You said softly, “And I’m going to hold you to this, just so you know.”

“I know,” He pressed his mouth to your shoulder, his beard scratching at your skin, “I love you too.”

“I want to come back to the hospital,” You said after the two of you had been sitting in silence for a few minutes.

You felt him inhale heavily behind you, “I don’t need a babysitter—“

“Not because of you,” You said quickly, “Though I won’t act like it wouldn’t ease my own anxiety being nearby while we’re working. But I… miss being on a care team, the collaboration. I realized today how isolating it is working at a clinic.”

“Well,” He sighed, “I miss working with you, too, actually. The other psychologists don’t laugh at my jokes.”

You huffed a laugh through your nose, “Hate to tell you, Robinavitch, but most of the time I was laughing at your jokes it was because I had a massive crush on you, not because I found them funny.”

You felt his chest rumble with laughter behind you and your heart swelled with the sound.

Later, when the two of you finally climbed into bed, he pulled you to him, your foreheads bent together. Your hand rested gently on his cheek.

You both sat in the dark like that for a while, silently mulling over the events of the day. You couldn’t get the feeling of Leah’s blood on your hands out of your head. The look on Robby’s face when he had finally called time of death. The families you had had to tell that their child, sibling, spouse was dead.

You don’t know which of you started crying first, just that once it started, one of you clawed for the other, pulling each other as close as your bodies would allow. Without any words exchanged between you, you both just held onto each other as wave after wave of grief rolled through. Until eventually, the tears dried and sleep came for them, still wrapped up in one another’s arms.

The moon and the stars faded and the sun rose again.

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fan behavior | jack abbot x wife!reader

summary: the reader and her husband are on opposite sides during a football game 

original request 

warnings: terrible descriptions of football (besides touchdowns I don’t really know much but I tried lol) 

Jack loved you. Of course he did. He wouldn't be married to you if he wasn’t 1000% obsessed with you. But just like in every relationship, there was one thing you disagreed on that he had to look past, and you with him. You had a split household, to your dismay, about football. 

You have always been an eagles fan. You were raised in an eagles household, you started going to the games from a young age since your dad had season passes for many years. Jack has been a steelers fan for as long as he can remember. Was he as into football as you were? No, but he loved teasing you about how much you loved your team. 

Tonight was the anticipated eagles vs steelers game, and you went all out. You made all the snacks and got some cute decor in preparation for the game. You usually had some of Jack’s coworkers join you for game day, but for this one it was just you and your husband. When it came to the eagles vs steelers game, you got really into it. You weren’t superstitious, per se, but you did wear your lucky eagles sweatshirt. 

You were in the kitchen finishing up plating the appetizers when jack called out to you, “30 seconds to kickoff honey” you hurry up and put everything on a tray which you bring  to the coffee table and plop down next to jack just in time to see the eagles kick off 

You grab one of the pigs-in-a-blanket and pop it into your mouth as you lean back against jack’s chest, his arm coming to wrap around you, “ready to lose tonight honey” he teases 

You scoff, “please, the last five times these two teams faced off each other, the eagles have won 4 out of the 5”

“maybe, but the time they lost was last year, maybe it’ll be the start of a new winning streak for the steelers” he grins

“it better not be” you grumble under your breath and he chuckles 

You made it about 30 minutes into the game before you were shouting at the screen, “the refs are fucking blind he was obviously out” you scoff and then turn to look at jack when you feel his gaze on you

“What?” you ask with a smile when you notice the glimmer in his eyes 

“You're cute when you get into the game” he notes, making you blush.

“Shut up” you giggle and he takes you into his arms, wanting you in his lap, “I love you, even though you’re rooting for the enemy” you say, as he kisses your cheek and reaches around you to the snack tray for a chip 

“Hey, you knew that when you married me” he argues 

“It was a sacri– GO GO GO GO” you break off as you jump off his lap as the receiver catches the ball from the quarterback and runs the play

“Fuck yes!” you clap as the eagles make another touchdown You sit back down on jack’s lap, your arm coming around his shoulders to play with his grey curls as he sighs, his team falling two touchdowns behind in the first quarter. 

To your annoyance, the steelers were able to bounce back and tied by halftime, but by the time there was 3 minutes left on the clock, the eagles were winning by 14. 

You were standing next to jack, smiling so big that he couldn’t even be irritated that his team was losing, “okay fine so maybe it wasn't going to be the start of a new streak” 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you tease as you wrap your arms around his waist and he laughs 

“Yeah yeah whatever” he huffs, enveloping you into his chest as the eagles go out celebrating the win onto the field 

“Hey it’s not my fault you root for the worst team in pennsylvania” you joke 

“We’ll make a comeback next year, you’ll see” he says as he gives you kiss on your forehead

-

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requests are open!

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hii im backkkk!!

dr robby or abbot x gf/wife reader

reader is from philly and a die hard eagles fan and is a menace about it (eagles fan behavior) and robby/abbot teases them about it (stealers fan). they watch the games together, just cute domestic fluff

thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you like it :)

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the way I’m going through withdrawals from the pitt 😭😭 I was rewatching the show everyday on my roommates MAX account and now I’m back with my parents for two weeks and we don’t have max 😭😭😭😭 banking on those tik tok edits to get me through this tough time

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Coffee Snob

Summary: Robby meets his neighbor in the middle of the night on the rooftop of his apartment building, quickly establishing a relationship he wasn’t fully expecting and finding it to be more serious than originally thought when she shows up in his ER a few days later

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Reader gets stitches but process isn’t described at all, Author has absolutely no medical knowledge, Robby’s a worrywart

Author’s Note: Thank you everyone who read my Jack fic Wrong Name! It got way more love an attention than I ever thought it would and that means the absolute world to me! This is my first Robby fic so of course let me know what you think and I hope you like it!

There was a man in your spot.

You’ve been up here nearly every night for the past few months and never had there been a man in your spot.

Usually you crave the silence this spot gave you, the peace of nighttime, the calm connectivity of the city below you. A man in your spot threatened to burst that bubble.

But seeing this man, in his fraying hoodie, with his legs dangling over the edge, drinking a beer, didn’t bring you any bitterness or disappointment. Rather you felt strangely calm.

Before you could fully process what you were doing you gave the handle to the roof access door a little jiggle and kicked the rocks beneath your feet softly, letting him know you were here before calling out “You know I’m not an expert but I’m pretty sure heights and alcohol don’t mix well”

He pivoted around slowly, your loud entrance having the desired effect of warning him of your arrival rather than startling him.

Soft brown eyes connected with yours in silence for a moment, you taking the opportunity to see just how downtrodden the man before you looked before his eyes flickered down to your hands, noting the beer that dangled from your fingers with a quiet huff “not an expert huh”

“Not an expert” you confirmed, taking a slow step forward “I practice this as an amateur”

He snorted under his breath at that. Turning back to the city before him, you taking that as a silent invitation to join him, planting yourself just far enough away to avoid making it awkward. “You know that’s my spot”

At that a dejected chuckle came out of him, an acknowledgement of an inside joke you weren’t apart of before shaking his head “not an expert but you have a spot”

“Never said I usually drink up here” you tossed the comment out as you twisted the top off your drink, giving his abandoned can next to him a toast before taking a swig.

The silence blanketed the two of you for a moment, somehow avoiding ever being oppressive or awkward, before he broke it “usually my spot’s at work”

“ahhh” you hummed, watching the lights of the city below you “so you’re the expert here then”

He laughed at that, a big sigh coming out of him as his shoulders finally fell slightly “never said I usually drink up there”

You let your eyes drift over his form for a second, taking the time to finally properly appreciate the man beside you “Honestly I kind of hope not, you strike me as someone with a job I wouldn’t want alcohol mixed with”

Another chuckle left the man, his chin tucking down into his chest as if to hide it “What gave that away, the scrubs?”

You smiled mischievously at him from behind the lip of your bottle, taking the time to take another swig, letting the silence between the two of you settle a bit before speaking “since you’re not offering the information that mean I get to guess?”

A deep breath left him as he looked you over for a second, clearly debating how much further he really wanted to venture into this conversation before answering with a shrug “give it your best shot”

You shifted slightly to better face him, picking your knee up and brining it onto the rooftop with you to fully look at the man before you, giving a dramatic hum before answering “Well the rooftop viewing is hinting at you being a bit of an adrenaline junkie, posture screams that you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, eyes tell me you’ve seen far too much tragedy in your time, dark scrubs to hide bodily fluid stains” you scrunched your nose up slightly at that,  pointedly ignoring the man’s startled gaze as you continued “and finally zip-up hoodie to help you contend with both inside and outside temperatures when necessary. I’m going to go with ER doc”

You tried to bite back your shit eating grin as the man before you froze on the spot, his entire body seeming to go through a system-reboot before a shocked huff escaped him, his neck forcing his head to bring his gaze back to the city as a chuckle finally escaped him “alright that was impressive”

“What can I say it’s a gift” you shrugged humbly, taking another swig before continuing “plus Ethel on the second floor will not stop talking about Michael, the handsome ER doctor who’s single and would really benefit from getting to know a nice girl like me”

At that a real laugh spilled from his lips, his eyes casting up to the sky as he sighed, giving his head a soft shake as he did so “I didn’t realize Ethel was so worried about me”

“You are alone in the middle of the night on the roof drinking”

He snapped his gaze over to you at your words, throwing a pointed look at the bottle in your hands before raising a single brow.

“Didn’t you hear I’m a nice girl”

Another sharp exhalation through his nose, another soft shake of his head, another comfortable silence wrapping around the two of you.

“Robby”

“hmm” you hummed back the silent question, raising a brow of your own in response.

“Most people call me Robby”

“Y/N” you offered your own name in response, extending a hand to him “nice to meet you Dr.Robby”

He smiled at that, the first honest one you had gotten all night, before he slipped his hand into yours “It’s nice to meet you Y/N”

-

You were there again the next night.

Robby wasn’t sure whether he had been hoping you would be or not.

Originally he had sought out the rooftop for the quiet it would offer, for the solace of it all when things got too overwhelming, another person being there threatened to ruin that.

But for some reason in his head you didn’t really count against that.

“So does the alcohol and heights thing still apply if someone else brought it”

You threw your gaze over your shoulder at his words with a warm smile and he couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t seem at all surprised to see him there, couldn’t help but wonder if you had been looking forward to this as much as he had.

“You’ll have to tell me, I thought we had decided you were the expert here”

“I believe that is what you decided” he volleyed back, handing you one of the cans as he sat down beside you, watching you crack it open and take a sip, scrunching your nose up slightly at the taste before looking down at the label.

“Okay if you’re going to start supplying the beer for these we’re going to have to work on your taste” he tried not to attach too much weight to the implied invitation in your words.

“what’s wrong with these?”

“They’re so one note, so flat, so quintessentially IPA” you spoke with heightened dramatics and he couldn’t help but note just how much he appreciated the lightness of the conversation, the inconsequence of it all, the opportunity to finally talk about something other than the hospital. “I’m fairly certain if you were to look up wheat beer in the dictionary the entry would just be a photo of this can”

“So your problem with it is that it tastes like beer?”

You glared at him at that, Robby unable to fully bite down the smirk that grew on his lips at the expression “My problem is that it tastes like beer stripped of anything that could make it interesting.”

“So it’s not bad it’s just boring”

“That’s arguably worse”

“mm no I’m fairly certain I’d rather drink a boring beer than a bad one”

“You willing spent your own money on this swill you no longer get to have an opinion” he couldn’t help but laugh at that, shake his head slightly as you went on “It’s like coffee. You know when you brew it poorly, or use a shitty machine and instead of getting the subtle fruity or chocolate notes of the beans you just get bitter brown water”

And a part of him was almost excited to be the butt of your next joke, to reveal what he had to say next, something you seemed to be able to read in his eyes. “No”

“You’re going to hate me for this”

“Michael please”

He was grinning at the use of his first name, at the sheer desperation in your tone “I’m fairly certain the only coffee I drink comes from a ten dollar machine that’s as old as I am”

You reacted as if you had been physically struck, hand going to your chest as you winced “I can’t believe you’ve never had good coffee”

“I’ve had good coffee before”

“Never experienced a proper pour over”

“I just said that’s the coffee I drink day to day”

“Never taken the time to appreciate the subtle flavors of a good brew”

“Some days it’s just about the caffeine”

“I’m making you coffee for your next shift” Your words yanked him out of the conversation suddenly, his brain taking a few seconds to fully comprehend your words.

“Wait what”

“What time do you leave? 7? 8?” You steamrolled right through his confusion, the favor already a done deal in your head.

“No you don’t have to-“

“I’ll put it in a to-go cup for you” You cut him right off, the sentence coming off so matter of fact-ly it had him chuckling.

“If I’m rushing to work I won’t have time to properly enjoy it”

You shrugged at that, throwing him a cheeky wink as you spoke “guess you’ll have to stop by early then”

A silence settled over the two of you at that, Robby taking the opportunity to properly look at you for the first time that night as you gazed over the city. “Coffee snob, can’t stand boring food, old burns on your forearms. I’m guessing chef”

You grinned at him from his periphery and Robby found himself reciprocating the expression easily. “Ethel’s such a gossip”

He snorted at that, taking a sip of his drink, suddenly a bit more excited for what the morning held for him than usual.

-

You had tried to convince the rest of the kitchen you would be fine, that surely if you just held pressure against it for another ten minutes that the bleeding would finally stop on its own.

None of them of course believed you, but in your opinion it was a valiant effort that should be noted.

You’d at least been able to fend them off from trying to go with you, the poor kid who had accidently cut you looked like he was ready to carry you there himself with the way he carried the guilt of your injury on his shoulders.

But you made it to the PTMH on your own, packed into a waiting room holding more people than it felt like it was fire rated for, and finally taken back to a room after a doctor had caught sight of the shade of red you had stained the once white prep towel you had been using for pressure.

As you were led back a part of you wondered if you should ask for him. This was afterall his hospital, you probably could’ve been seen sooner if you had pulled that card. But was it really your card to pull? You’ve sat on the roof a few times with the man, made him coffee once, did that somehow entitle you to specifically request him?

And even if it did was that really fair? The staff clearly had a system in place, prioritizing, as they should, the most severe cases first you absolutely weren’t going to mess with that.

So instead you kept your mouth shut and followed the doctor who had introduced herself as Mckay and the med student Javadi back to a bed in the ED.

You sat up on the bed as you had been instructed, Dr.Mckay moving to the computer and typing away immediately while Javadi moved to prep a suture kit, the two working together in surprisingly good tandem.

“Now Y/N since this is a teaching hospital do you mind if I let my med student take over here?” Dr.Mckay asked with a comforting smile, gesturing to the girl who didn’t look like she was old enough to be out of high school let alone a doctor.

“No I’ll happily be your pin cushion” Javadi froze at your words, giving you a wide eye look before looking over at Dr.Mckay for direction who only laughed good naturally from behind the terminal and gave her student a small nod to continue.

The rest of the appointment passed without a hiccup. Javadi stitching you up like an absolute pro and sending you on your way with instructions on how to care for it and to see a doctor in a week to get them removed.

You had almost made it through your entire visit without seeing him when on your way out you heard your name being called from behind you.

With one hand still on the door you spun around to look at who had called your name, the rapid sudden movement making you lightheaded and slightly woozy on the spot, your legs starting to wobble beneath you.

Two strong arms caught your own before the world could tilt too much, the new grounding force as well as the stillness more than enough to keep you upright and centered to the spot.

The soft, brown eyes now staring deeply into your own, however, clearly hadn’t picked up on your newfound steadiness. Snapping sharply back and forth between your own, calling your name urgently as his grip on you tightened.

“Robby I’m fine” you tried to brush him off but the man before you wasn’t having any of it.

“What’s wrong are you-“ he paused suddenly, his thumb catching on the bandage on your forearm drawing his gaze down “are you a patient?”

“I was a patient” you corrected him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling your arms back from him “just a few stitches I’ve already been discharged”

“Few stitches and you’re feeling dizzy did they even have you on fluids?” He asked with a frown, barely listening to your “no” in response before he was pulling you into the nearest empty room by your hand.

“I don’t need fluids” you protested weakly as he ignored you completely, helping you up onto the bed and immediately going to the terminal in the room and logging in.

“Can’t believe they would send you on your way without any fluids who patched you up?” his complaint was spoken gruffly under his breath, just soft enough you weren’t entirely sure if it was a question for you or the computer.

“Robby please”

He finally paused at that, finally looked up at you and made proper eye contact, peering at you from above his glasses with a clearly displeased expression.

“Ask me the questions” His brows furrowed slightly in response, his head tilting ever so slightly to one side making you dramatically roll your eyes “fine I’ll do it. Are you experiencing any light-headedness, dizziness, or nausea?” You pretended to think on it for a second, humming softly before answering, ticking each response off on your fingers as you did so “no, no, and no”

Robby looked nothing short of completely unimpressed by your skit, merely raising a single eyebrow in response.

“I just turned around too fast” you tried to explain with no small amount of exasperation in your voice “world went off kilter for a second because of it but that’s it”

At that he sighed heavily, taking off his glasses and giving his eyes a tired rub before he straightened his posture, crossing his arms over his chest before gesturing down to your arm “what happened”

You huffed a little at how the words were less a question than a command “accident at work, got sliced by a knife. Bleeding wouldn’t stop so I came here”

He clearly wasn’t completely placated by your answer but let it slide anyway, taking a seat on a rolling stool and coming up next to you “can I see?”

Wordlessly you placed your arm in his hands, watching his fingers delicately undo the dressing Javadi had just wrapped for you minutes before. He took a deep breath once the stitches were unearthed, taking a moment to properly look at each of them as his thumb stroked softly back and forth over the skin around it.

“Stitches look good”

“Javadi did a good job”

His sharp gaze again cut up to you with a small frown on his face, his thumbs back and forth movement halting “you had a med student working on you”

“You just said she did good” you shot back with a tired laugh, a sound that finally had the corners of his lips tilting up.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Your own small smile dropped instantly at his question, at the rawness of it, the vulnerability.

“It was no big deal. I didn’t want to bother you with it”

“Bother me with it” he repeated almost bitterly under his breath with a shake of his head, pivoting slightly to reach for a new set of dressings, getting ready to start wrapping up your arm again before speaking louder this time “how long were you waiting out there”

You shrugged at that, choosing to focus your gaze down on your arm as he started to wrap it rather than the man himself “Not long, there were people who needed-“

“And yet you’re lightheaded from blood-loss”

He took in a sharp breath right after the words slipped out of him, Robby recognizing the sharpness in his tone before you could point it out to him and giving himself a deep breath to try and reset before continuing “Just- next time bother me okay. I don’t care how small it is”

“Okay” you agreed blindly, Robby seeming to notice your lack of attention and giving your wrist a soft squeeze, physically pulling your gaze up to meet his.

“I mean it. No matter what. You find yourself in the Pitt I want you to ask for me okay. Or Jack Abbot if I’m not here he’ll take care of you”

And you couldn’t help but smile softly at his concern, nodding along with him before repeating yourself with more conviction “okay”

He mirrored your smile with one of his own, giving you a nod before softly placing your arm back in your lap and backing up a bit, you having not noticed how close he had gotten over the course of looking you over. “Now you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine” you assured him “promise I’ll find the juice with the highest sugar content the minute I get back to work”

He smile fell instantly at your words, head going back into his hands as he groaned dramatically “of course you’re going back to work”

And you couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics “dinner rush, they need me. I’ll cut back though, won’t do anything with this arm scouts honor”

“were you even a scout?” His tone was nothing short of unamused making your snort.

“I’ll send someone by with dinner for the whole staff” you tried to distract him with a grin, Robby unable to bite down his own in response.

“At least tell me someone is coming by to pick you up”

“nah I walked here”

Another dramatic groan, one you weren’t entirely sure wasn’t fully for your benefit “You’re killing me here honey”

He started to stand at that, as if he hadn’t thrown your entire world off kilter again with a simple pet name, and started to take off his gloves “Text me when you make it back to the restaurant okay” he paused after that, seemed almost unsure of his next words before he forced them out “and come by mine tonight when you’re done I’ll change your dressings for you”

“I can change my own-“

“Let me” he interrupted with a soft a plea.

You couldn’t help but pause at that, to look the man before you over once, to note the sincerity in his expression before answering “I may be pretty late” you tried to warn him, playing it off like you were trying to get him to back down, fully knowing you were hoping he wouldn’t.

“doesn’t matter” his answer came quick and without any real thought behind it, as if the conclusion were obvious “I know where to get a good coffee if I need it”

“make a guy a cup of coffee once and all of a sudden he thinks he’s entitled to more” you teased with a smirk

He chuckled softly at that, hiding his gaze down in his hands briefly before looking back up at you “You’ll come right?”

“Yeah Mike I’ll be there”

A lopsided smile grew on his face at the nickname “good” he pushed the door open behind him and stood slightly off to the side to allow you to pass, letting his hand fall to the small of your back as you did so “now get out of here before I hook you up to an IV anyways”

You laughed off the threat. Ignoring the tingle left behind from his touch as he ushered you forward, not making it very far before a blonde woman in scrubs came rushing in, nose buried in a tablet.

“Robby there you are we have a-“ she cut herself off as she raised her eyes to the scene before her, her gaze zeroing in quickly on the hand Robby still had on your spine, on the closeness between you two, a grin that could only be described as downright wolfish growing on her face as she cut her eyes to meet Robby’s “this blue tumbler?”

You raised a brow at the question, cutting your eyes up to meet Robby’s only to see his cheeks starting to go pink as he ducked his head ever so slightly with a soft sigh “Y/N this is Dana, the only person able to keep this entire ED running in something resembling order, also the person who stole the coffee you gave me the other day”

Immediately you were grinning at the woman, relishing the way she was able to make Robby sweat from beneath her gaze “You tried it? What did you think?”

She took a second longer to pull her gaze from Robby, relishing the way he squirmed before her before she smiled warmly at you “best damn cup of coffee I’ve ever had”

“Thank you!” You exclaimed in relief, giving Robby a pointed elbow in the side as you said it “this man doesn’t properly appreciate a good cup of coffee I swear. You ever been to Brewsters on Canton?”

She shook her head at your question, popping one hip to stand more comfortably as if she were settling into the conversation “that where you get it from?”

“Where I got he beans from” You nodded eagerly “you go on Tuesdays ask for Joey he’ll hook you up with the freshly roasted shit”

“Okay Dana did you need something” Robby cut in before she could respond in pure exasperation, sending the woman a silent glare that you couldn’t help but giggle at.

She seemed to bite back her own laugh as well, her smirk sent at Robby filled with mirth as she nodded “asthmatic kid’s family in asking to see you. Not an emergency I think they just got questions”

“Thank you Dana I’ll be right there” he sent her what was obviously a dismissal with a pointed glare, Dana taking the whole thing in stride and fading back from the two of you, never going too far and looking much too interested in her tablet to really be doing anything productive.

“I like her” You chuckled up at him, the corners of his own mouth tipping up despite his obvious best attempt to remain stern.

“Yeah that’s what I was afraid of”

You grinned back at him at that, reaching out almost instinctually to give his arm a soft squeeze as you started to drift towards the exit “alright doc I’ll let you get back to it”

“I mean it you feel even slightly dizzy I want you back here for an IV” he called after you, staying rooted on the spot as you parted.

“Aye yai cap” you mock saluted with a smirk “tell the woman eavesdropping in the corner I’ll send you in with a cup of coffee for her tomorrow”

“Thank you sweetheart” Dana called back with a grin, not even bothering to pretend she wasn’t doing exactly that.

You grinned back at her and with a final nod left the ED, the door barely swinging back shut behind you before Dana was beside Robby once again, the two of them watching the door close fully with vastly different expressions.

Dana chuckled under her breath, pressing the tablet in her hands to Robby’s chest as she clapped his shoulder and gave it a shake “you are so screwed Robinavitch”

Almost numbly Robby grabbed the tablet from her and peered down at it, barely noting the words that came out under his breath as he said them “yeah I know”

Dana cackled loudly at that, leaving her attending in his spot as she started to make her way back to the nursing station “oh I cannot wait to tell Abbot”

That seemed to knock Robby out of his stupor, his head whipping around to watch the charge nurse disappear around the corner. “Wait Dana”

[oldermenfucker]

Mama’s Boy | J. Abbot

summary: Your son interrupts you and your husband’s “fun” time every time Jack gets his hands on you. Tonight he’s hand enough.

warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, Jack’s getting cockblocked and he doesn’t like it ONE BIT lmao, your son is around 4-5years old, mom!reader & boy dad!Jack, totally inspired by Shawn Hatosy’s tweet about how he is so thankful for his (asshole) sons and his hot beautiful wife lol, English isn’t my first language<3

word count: 2k+

an: so this happened today… THE QUESTION IS: should I write a Robby version of it but with girl dad!Robby and sexually frustrated!reader??? YES OR NO?🤭

Reblogs & comments are always appreciated💕

Four months, twenty-two days, eleven hours.

  Not like Jack is keeping count or something, but those numbers? They are driving him nuts. 

  Four months, twenty two days and eleven hours without fucking you. Yes, he is using the ‘hush! He’s too young to learn this word!’ curse, because this kid… this fucking kid is interrupting him every single time he thinks he can get his hands on you.

  Somehow, you are always interrupted by the magical word of ‘Mama!’ Bouncing off the walls anytime he corners you against the wall, his hot mouth covering yours as he almost gets what he wants.

  But no. His own kid, the son he created with you, the very baby he would burn the entire world down for has to become a pain in his ass. Jack loves his son so much to the point you tease him about turning your little boy into a spoiled brat, but he just waves you off and keeps doing what he does.

  As much as he loves his son, his body and heart ache to hold you, whether it is cuddling, showering together, or enjoying a moment of peace on the couch with tea in his hands. 

  But his son has to be a total mama’s boy.

  He doesn’t fault the kid; you are magnificent, the most beautiful woman he has had the honor of meeting, the most perfect wife anyone could ask for, the mom of the year. He understands why this little boy is so enamored by you, but his patience has its limits.

  One time, he was so pent up after a rough shift that all he needed was to smother you with his weight and cling to you all day like a koala, but his precious son had a stomachache that needed to be taken care of.

  Another time you were wearing nothing but his shirt on, swaying to soft music while you cooked dinner for him after you put your son down on his night off, and it was the second most beautiful scene he had ever seen — the first being you on your wedding day — and you looked so soft and full of warmth that he wanted to do nothing but feel you thoroughly.

  But even then, his son woke up thirsty, and you had to jump off the counter when he had you with your legs wrapped around his hips and his tongue down your throat. And Jack to his delight watched as you kissed the baby’s hair and picked him up, walking over to Jack to grab a glass and fill it with water — He loved this sight, so pure and beautiful, but in that moment he wished he could have had all your attention even for a second.

  The last straw was when he arrived home after his rough night shift, checking on the little gremlin first before he pads into the room, finding you snuggling his pillow with the tightest tank top known to mankind and shorts that barely covered the curve of your ass.

  He had stripped himself off of his scrubs as soon as possible, kissing his way up from your ankle to your thighs and your shoulders, his heavy hands caressing your soft skin with anticipation. 

  You hummed and smiled sleepily, turning around in his arms to kiss him, but as soon as you wanted to do, you heard the soft whimpering ‘Mama?’ Coming from the doorway, making Jack groan and drop next to you on the bed, watching as his son shyly crawled his way between your arms, mumbling a soft ‘I felt lonely’ before he fell asleep.

  Jack has endured four damned months of having a hard on that he had to take care of with his own hand, but enough is enough. He will change that tonight.

  “I can’t believe you are ditching your shift on Ellis to take us out!” You laugh softly, putting on the red lipstick Jack so adores while he closes the door to your son’s room as he takes his afternoon nap before you leave for the restaurant Jack made reservations at.

  “Not ditching, sweetheart,” he walks into your shared bedroom to put his own clothes on, “Just letting my senior resident and the new attendee have their fun running the ER.”

  “Don’t be surprised when you go and find the floor on fire, babe,” you reply, putting on the new earrings you bought just for the occasion, not noticing the heavy look Jack is giving you.

  He is dying, he must be, because goddamn he can’t breathe as he watches you pull the fabric of your black dress up your thighs, giving him a nice view of your asscheeks hanging out from the thong you decided to wear for the occasion.

  He doesn’t reply, he can’t, because he is so busy gawking at you. Jack doesn’t even bother with dressing fully as he waltzes inside the bathroom you are getting ready in with his belt undone and the fly of his pants open, chest fully on display.

  He shuts the door behind him as quietly as possible to not wake the little demon up from his power nap, locking it as well just in case.

  You notice him through the mirror, giving him a confused smile as he stalks closer, his hands immediately on your hips. Jack rests his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss on your skin as he drags his eyes over your body, groaning while he takes you in.

  “What’s gotten into you?” You lean back into his chest, resting your hands on top of his as he wraps them around your waist, kissing you from your jaw to your collarbone.

  “I miss my wife,” his words come in a rush, and he turns you around in a blink of an eye, making you gasp as he grabs the back of your thighs, picking you up before he lowers you on the edge of the bathroom sink, “And I need her now.”

  You moan lowly, biting your lip when he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and biting every inch he can get his lips on. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, legs spreading with a tap on the outside of your thigh so he can make room between them with ease.

  “That kid better be dreaming, cause I ain’t stopping if he wants to interrupt,” he whispers sucking on the thin skin of your lips as he pushes your dress up around your waist, growling at the sight of the thong you are wearing, “Fucking hell, sweetheart—“

  “Please, Jack,” you pout, wiggling to the edge while you press your heels into his butt to bring him closer, gasping when the cold metal of his belt rests against your heated thigh.

  “Don’t beg me,” he grins, pushing his pants down with his boxers until his cock is out, heavy and needy to be inside you before he reaches between your bodies, pushing the tiny cloth out of his way, “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…”

  You can feel your face heating up when he finds out just how wet you are, dripping for him as if you are just as pent up as he is. The realization hits him like a truck, making his pulse quicken and his cock throbbing in anticipation.

  “Jack, we don’t have too much time—“

  “Don’t remind me, I’m trying not to make any sound that might be loud enough to wake him up,” he puts his hands on your waist, his hazel eyes staring at your face when you reach down to stroke his cock a few times before lining up the thick head with your soaked entrance.

  “Shit— fuck-baby…” You mewl as he pushes inside, stretching you out and filling you to the brim, making home inside your warm walls with ease, “So so good.”

  “That damn kid,” he growls, pressing his lips to yours when you whine loudly as he starts thrusting into, dragging his cock in and out of you in a quick pace, “I didn’t have you for months, he better not wake up now.”

  “You’re jealous of your own kid?” You squeal when he angles his hips just the right way to hit your sweet spot, having your head dizzy and hazy as he fucks you faster and harder.

  “I’m jealous of anyone who spends more time with you than I can ever do—“ he knows he is not envious of his own kid, it would be ridiculous, but also he wants his wife all to himself for fifteen minutes at least, and he was not getting that for four fucking months.

  You cling to him, nails scratching his freckled skin, leaving red angry marks all over his back while he buries his face into your neck, nibbling on your pulse point as he fucks you harder into oblivion.

  “Please, please, pleaseplease—“ you stutter over your words when his finger comes down to rub your clit, making your legs shake around his hips as he moves harder, nearing his own orgasm.

  The white hot pleasure crashes into your veins, having both of you quiver in each other’s embrace as you gush around his length and he shoots his warm sticky cum deep into you.

  Jack quickly silences you with pressing his lips to yours, muffling your loud moan and his deep groan in an instant as he finally finally releases all the pent-up lust, his shoulders relaxing after months of torture.

  Just when he rests his forehead on yours and tries to catch his breath, his ears perk up at the sound of the soft, slow footsteps.

  “Mama?”

  “Fuckin’ hell—“ he tips his head back and you take this as your cue to lean down and kiss his throat, caressing his jaw before you urge him to pull out of you, “He is too punctual for his age.”

  “He just hates pervy men around his mama.” he glares at you playfully when you reply, pecking your lips before he tucks himself back into his pants quickly before your son comes into your bedroom, helping you hop down from the sink, “He’s all yours, Jack.”

  “With pleasure,” he winks at you, and in an instant, you know he is going to say something to keep you alone in the house for the rest of the night.

  “Hey, bud,” Jack says as he finds your son on the bed, clutching his little bear in his hands, his feet dangling from the edge of the mattress, “What are you up to?”

  “I had a nightmare,” the baby mumbles, looking at Jack with those big, wide eyes, making his heart clench in despair.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, little guy. C’mere,” Jack picks his son up, sitting against the headboard as the little boy cuddles into his chest, sniffing a little before Jack starts rocking him slowly, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

  “No,” his son shakes his head, pressing himself tightly into his old man’s arms, “Will we go out now?”

  “Would you like to go out, buddy? We can always stay and order something,” Jack softly strokes the little boy’s head, kissing the crown of his head. “What do you say? Pizza night with mama and daddy?”

  “And SpongeBob!” Suddenly, the boy sits up, beaming with his little teeth at his dad, making Jack laugh and nod.

  “Yup, Pizza and SpongeBob!” They both turn around when you step outside the bathroom, makeup removed after hearing them change the plans, and the dress replaced with a pair of pajamas, “Look who’s here.”

  “Mama!” 

  “Yes, baby boy?” You crawl next to them, lying on the bed with your arms stretched out, and to your delight, Jack and your son both snuggle into you — somehow Jack manages to fit himself into the embrace, “Family night, yeah?”

  “Oh, definitely,” he grabs the back of your neck to pull you down, kissing you softly before he chuckles when your son makes a gagging noise, trying to separate you from Jack.

  “Ew!”

  “She was mine first,” Jack glares at the boy, and he glares back, both too interwoven into this playful banter to notice you looking at them with soft eyes.

  “No! She is my mama!”