𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!
-my magnum opus: my man on willpower
𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐱
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𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲…
𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢
"𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵!" ~ 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢
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𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!
-my magnum opus: my man on willpower
𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐱
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥
𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
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𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲…
𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢
"𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵!" ~ 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢
oh em gee…
did i just make it to the big leagues
the pitt p✮!links - men
cw: porn. possible sensitive subjects like cheating, threesomes, anything that comes with sex, basically. disclaimer: all individuals involved are 18+ and consenting.
a/n: oh yeah mr krabs. also lmk who you guys would want to see in a ladies version pls... and if you want me to add anyone else. and send in more links. pls...
characters included: michael 'robby' robinavitch, jack abbot, frank langdon, dennis whitaker
hi guys. work kicked my butt this week but i’ve got 2 drafts in progress. my creative juices are backed up, send me some requests pls pls pls 🥹
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"guess overnight, your feelings have changed."
a rabbot x female!reader fic
chapter eight of "my man on willpower"
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cw: suicidal ideations mentioned, not much else tbh?
a/n: final chapter! yippee! ty guys for all the love and support on this story ilysm 🥹 it's a bit short i fear, but i love it sm
The labor and delivery floor was quiet tonight, save for the occasional cry of a baby that was quickly hushed. It seemed as if the floor had slowed down time just for Robby, and the universe was celebrating this adorable yet inconvenient addition to the world in silence. He asks the nurse at the station where your room was, and he was greeted with a room number and a quiet ‘congratulations, Dr. Robby.’
"baby, you put us in this situation."
a rabbot x female!reader fic
chapter seven of "my man on willpower"
playlist - spotify
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cw: real birth this time, mild-ish robby crashout, medical jargon, swearing, suicide mentioned.
a/n: late night double post. happy mothers day to u, reader.
Outside, Jack had finished up with his patient quicker than he realized, handed it off to Dr. Ellis and moved onto the next. For a moment, he didn’t question all the heads moving around in the room as he looked on. He figured that it was a run of the mill, nothing to do with him, but figured that he’d poke his head in anyway.
“Need any help in here?-” He’s cut short when he realizes what’s going on.
For a moment, it looked like a poorly rehearsed play, like you were doing some sort of training. You pretending to be a patient, doctors and nurses pretending to deliver a baby from a clearly not pregnant woman, yet the sight was very real. He feels his head practically spin like he’d gotten a firm backhand.
am i a big fat liar? did i tell you guys that there would be a baby in chapter 6?
probably. i lied.
i didn't like the flow of it so i changed it last minute.
chapter 7 this time, pinkie swear.
edit: side note. just learned that the taglist only works if i remember to include it when i post initially. oops.
"your perfect timing couldn't be worse"
a rabbot x female!reader fic
chapter six of "my man on willpower"
playlist - spotify
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cw: time passes suspiciously cause idc, mama dana, labor, birth, pregnancy talk, reader spiraling, not telling robby or jack cause i think its funny as HELLL, non-canon events happen cause i said so
a/n: this ones shorter than the others, it's still important to the story tho lowk. i feel like it's one of those filler episodes but if you don't watch it, u will never know what's going on in the rest of the show. hope u enjoy anyway, lol!
You’re back up within a few minutes. That brief period of unconsciousness was not nearly enough to process what was going on, and what had gone on this entire shift.
“There she is, good morning sunshine,” Dana says, leaning over you as she tries to gauge your level of consciousness.
tw: medical gore, ptsd
crawling into bed with jack and robby after a horrific night shift. you’re seconds away from tears, but you don’t want to wake either of them.
just like the two of them, you saved lives. only sometimes, though. as a paramedic, you brought the ones who had a chance to the hospital. but that means you see the ones who you know aren’t going to make it. the ones who you don’t bother transporting.
the ones who are already mangled beyond recognition. picking out bloodied drivers licenses out of their pockets and seeing what they looked like with color in their cheeks. seeing an empty car seat in the back of their totaled vehicles. going into homes and hearing the cries of family members, of neighbors who called for a welfare check, of one month college roommates who thought that the narcan they carried would work. the images flash behind your closed eyelids just like how you saw them even if your eyes were open.
you’re trembling as you slip off your uniform, leaving it haphazardly on the floor, and stand under the hot shower for longer than you should. you don’t even notice that your skin is burning and that you’re getting dizzy from the heat.
you crawl into the spot between them, like you always did when they both managed to have the day off and they were both home when you got there. you don’t pick a side, you just curl up and pull the blanket up to your face as you silently cry into it.
it’s weighing down on you to the point where any normal person would ask why you’re not flattened yet. it’s because you need to do it. someone has to. you’re the only one willing.
jack stirs first, his arm falling onto your hip, then your waist. then he notices the shaking.
“what is it, sweetheart?” he asks, not quite awake yet.
you don’t reply, just crying harder onto the blanket. the shaking wakes robby, making him turn to face you. he sees your face, and although he’s tired, he still pulls you close.
robby doesn’t know what to do with those big feelings either. he’s been bottling them up for years. jack had his hobbies and therapy, you just cried until you stopped thinking about it and let the grief process naturally. he always felt a bit left behind.
robby kisses your forehead, a silent reminder that he was there.
jack strokes your side softly, hoping to soothe your shaking as best as he could.
no matter how they dealt with it, or lack thereof, they both understood. they knew the grief that came with the job. emergency medicine, in all of its forms, was the hardest. they knew exactly what you were feeling, and neither of them had to say a word.
i've been a bit sad recently
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bro. what am i gonna do after my man on willpower is done? i fear i will never be this popular again and i will have nothing to do or write about.
I’m back!! I honestly loooooved what you did for my last request. I have been thinking what if you and Jack had a kid. A little girl, around 3 years old. It’s Jack day off, your daughter and him are playing doctor together. Her idea. You come in with her juice and Jack a cup of tea.
‘Here you go doctor’ and they both go ‘thank you’ and she says ‘dada! Mommy meant me. You’re the patient silly’ as she giggles. You play along, and sit next to Jack to help your daughter if she needed anything as she made you the nurse. - ✉️
bet af as fuck
u know this baby is so so so so spoiled by everyone. i'd imagine that she's also very well spoken despite being only three, because she has so many people who speak to her in doctor/nurse voices that she starts to pick up on it.
"Daddy," Your daughter says inquisitively, rearranging her pink doctor's playset that her Uncle Robby got her for her birthday.
"Yes, pumpkin?" Jack looks up at her, sat on the floor with his back against the couch, his good leg pulled up and holding a doll in his hands.
"You sick?" She asks, looking him over as if she were judging a science fair project.
"Am I sick?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow. "No, baby, I'm not sick."
"Yes. Sick. You need doctor." She declares, making you giggle from the kitchen.
"Oh, okay," He nods along, letting her put the tiny fake blood pressure cuff on his wrist.
You lean on the counter with your arms crossed, watching her nod and take it off after squeezing the pump a few times.
"Can I get you anything, doctor?" You ask her playfully, a bright smile on your face.
"Daddy needs medicine," She tells you, and you nod and walk back into the kitchen with a small laugh.
You start the kettle, leaving it to sit on the stove as you poured your daughter a cup of juice into a princess straw cup.
She does her rendition of a full exam, then stands up.
"Daddy, you need emergen-ee surg-ry." She tells him like she was delivering bad news, standing in front of him with her arms crossed as she shook her head. Her fluffy dark red curls bounce, just like her dad's when he was younger.
"What? Really?" Jack asks dramatically, a hand on his chest.
"Wait, doctor, I have the perfect medicine," You say, pouring a cup of tea for Jack.
"Thank goodness," She sighs, dusting off her hands like she'd just finished a hard days work.
"For you, doctor," You hand her the princess cup as you hand Jack the cup of tea.
"Thank you," They say simultaneously.
"She was talking to me, Daddy, not you." She says with a huff, wagging her finger at him as she takes a big sip.
"Oh, well, forgive me, doctor." Jack shakes his head with attitude, a smile still on his face. He takes a sip of tea and sets the mug on the coffee table.
You laugh as you sit down next to him, crossing your legs. "Well? Is he all better, doctor?"
"Mm," She hums suspiciously, setting her cup down. "Yes. All better."
"Ah," You let out a dramatic, relieved sigh. "Well it's a good thing you were here, doctor."
"Very good." She nods, setting her pink stethoscope down.
i put this in more of a blurb style, i hope that's okay
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i hate the way you write. the writing is good but the ‘nd’ and ‘ure’ are so unreadable and childish. you are a grown ass person, not a seven year old.
only time i will respond to an anon like this. its called abbreviation. when i write, i go on a ramble to get my thoughts out. so to quicken the process, i abbreviate. if it bothers you that much, dont read and dont interact
i don't normally repost on this blog, but as a fellow writer i had to. this is so rude n so mean for no reason. it's these types of people who ruin the experience for everyone else. just shut up and read fr. if u don't like it, just block the author? no one is obligating u to read it.
i digress.
guys...
what do u think reader's baby is gonna be?
gender reveal in chapter 6 i promise
?
girl
boy
your answer will not sway my decision (i think)
It’s me again! You said to add an emoji so you know it’s me so I’ll use a ✉️ to sign off. I honestly can’t get enough of your fics, I just love how you don’t overly feminine the reader as I am non binary myself. Also, I love how you write jack as well. I got so excited when I see my request pop up on my feed and I am like HEY THATS ME haha
Sooo, another idea if you’re willing for the 4th time hahaha. Going off the ‘need someone older’ and last one I requested. You and both working on a patient together, and the patient is older like around jacks age. The patient just smiles at Jack, as he is talking and watching you do everything for the patient. You get pulled away, for a second by Robby to talk. The patient is like “She’s a keeper. Not a lot of people find their person for a second time..” Then after the shift finishes, all Jack can think about is how grateful he is to have found someone again after his wife, after everything he has been through and that you are so unconditionally you.
Honestly this is just a fluffy cute idea, I feel like we need more fan fics based on cute interactions - ✉️
ugh. yes.
“I watched it begin again.”
jack abbot x night shift!reader
now playing - begin again by taylor swift
cw: reader is a nurse in this one but i feel i’ve been pretty vague abt it, age gap (late 20s early 50s), medical jargon, needles mentioned, talks of widowed individuals idk, pre-established relationship
a/n: ily anon. i feel like i always try to not over-feminize my reader bc as much as i love the girly girl aesthetic, i don’t act girly irl. i like pretending like i do lol. but i’m so happy that u love my stories 🥹 crine
“last try, i’m sorry,” you tell the man apologetically, poking his arm with another needle in search for a vein.
a shot in the dark, a forearm vein. and yet again, it slides out of your way.
“shit,” you mutter, pulling the needle out and snapping the rubber tourniquet off of his arm. “i’m so sorry. i’ll go get our ultrasound machine to see if i can get another one.”
maybe a little baby headcanon for u guys.
jack, who has a knack for taking photos. you discovered it when you'd caught a glimpse of his lock screen, a photo of you that you didn’t know he’d taken. perfect lighting, the wind was just enough to blow your hair to the side. it was a photo of you that you were jealous of.
you began to notice it more and more after that. you’d be facing away from him, looking at something far out, and he’d be there, either taking a photo of your side profile or of you from behind. there are even a few where you’d caught him taking the photo and smiling.
although he needed his readers and held out his phone too far from his face, sometimes typed with his pointer finger, somehow he knew just when to snap a picture of you. when the lighting was perfect, the wind wasn’t too much, there weren’t distracting things in the foregrounds or backgrounds.
and jack, who feels like he didn’t take enough pictures of his wife when she was alive. who had read up on “the basics of taking influencer-level photos,” all because he wants to remember the way you look in the way he sees you, and capture his memories even when they start to slip past him.
lol
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It’s me again! You said to add an emoji so you know it’s me so I’ll use a ✉️ to sign off. I honestly can’t get enough of your fics, I just love how you don’t overly feminine the reader as I am non binary myself. Also, I love how you write jack as well. I got so excited when I see my request pop up on my feed and I am like HEY THATS ME haha
Sooo, another idea if you’re willing for the 4th time hahaha. Going off the ‘need someone older’ and last one I requested. You and both working on a patient together, and the patient is older like around jacks age. The patient just smiles at Jack, as he is talking and watching you do everything for the patient. You get pulled away, for a second by Robby to talk. The patient is like “She’s a keeper. Not a lot of people find their person for a second time..” Then after the shift finishes, all Jack can think about is how grateful he is to have found someone again after his wife, after everything he has been through and that you are so unconditionally you.
Honestly this is just a fluffy cute idea, I feel like we need more fan fics based on cute interactions - ✉️
ugh. yes.
“I watched it begin again.”
jack abbot x night shift!reader
now playing - begin again by taylor swift
cw: reader is a nurse in this one but i feel i’ve been pretty vague abt it, age gap (late 20s early 50s), medical jargon, needles mentioned, talks of widowed individuals idk, pre-established relationship
a/n: ily anon. i feel like i always try to not over-feminize my reader bc as much as i love the girly girl aesthetic, i don’t act girly irl. i like pretending like i do lol. but i’m so happy that u love my stories 🥹 crine
“last try, i’m sorry,” you tell the man apologetically, poking his arm with another needle in search for a vein.
a shot in the dark, a forearm vein. and yet again, it slides out of your way.
“shit,” you mutter, pulling the needle out and snapping the rubber tourniquet off of his arm. “i’m so sorry. i’ll go get our ultrasound machine to see if i can get another one.”