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oh em gee…

did i just make it to the big leagues

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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

michael ' robby ' robinavitch

⭑.ᐟ sharing (ft. jack abbot)

⭑.ᐟ making you ride his thigh after a long work day

jack abbot

⭑.ᐟ fingering and overstim because you don't deserve to ride him yet

⭑.ᐟ waking you up and making you ride him when he gets home

frank langdon

⭑.ᐟ with his ring on

⭑.ᐟ eating you out before bed

dennis whitaker

⭑.ᐟ helping him out

⭑.ᐟ begging to cum inside of you

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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.’ 

He looked through the window of your room, as if opening the door meant altering his life. To him, it felt like it. If he opened that door, his whole plan was ruined. There was no more motorcycle, no more fucked up idea of a vacation for him. Instead, he’d invite himself to a new responsibility, something to add onto his plate. If he didn’t open the door, he could act like none of this ever happened. You never happened, Jack never happened, this baby never happened. He could get on with his plan and never have to set foot in this hospital again. 

Michael Robinavitch rarely hesitated. But now, he did. His hand sat on the metal doorknob, unable to subconsciously push it down. His brain spirals between the choices that he currently has. 

He hasn’t seen your face in a few hours.

His hand pushes down the doorknob. 

You’re sleeping peacefully, the blanket you kept in your car for cold drives home was across your lap, and the baby was in the bassinet next to you. She was awake, not making a sound, just staring at the room around her. 

He approaches silently, an almost pained look etched in his expression. He had no idea. There wasn’t a symptom or sign, at least not that he noticed. Should he have noticed something? He looks down at the baby, her eyes and nose were a spitting image of you. He’d never seen something look so much like you before other than yourself. 

The way she peered up at him with curiosity, and that blank baby stare pulled at his chest. Tears filled his eyes once again as he fought with himself internally. Should he even be in here? Does he deserve it? 

The baby begins to stir softly, making small coos and grunts as if she was about to start crying. Her arms reach through the swaddle she was in, attempting to break free. 

“Shh,” He shushes her softly. “No, don’t wake your mom.” He mutters, picking her up with gentle hands.

He cradles her in his arms and she seems to calm as he instinctively rocks her. Her eyelashes were long, full, and soft, big eyed and watching him. “It’s alright,” He mutters, walking over to the window away from where you were in fear of waking you. 

He sits in the recliner, facing the city skyline outside. “I know, you just want to be held, don’t you?” He hums in a whisper. “I wish someone would hold me like this.”

Robby sits back, letting a breath as he took in the sight outside.  

Fireworks lit up the skyline, sparkling into hundreds of different colors. It was quiet from the room, but he’d imagine that it was much louder if he wasn’t on this floor specifically. “Look at how beautiful that is,” Robby tells her, tilting her slightly towards the window. “Those are fireworks. We don’t play with those, do we? No, we don’t.”

“You snuck up on us, didn’t you? Causing your mommy so much trouble. She must’ve been feeling so sick all day, hm?” He talks to her naturally, like he was meant to do it. It wasn’t much, but it was a soothing gesture. 

“It’s the fourth of July,” He explains. “Independence day, and your birthday. You’re gonna have quite the celebrations, won’t you? Yeah… so many things to see once you can. You’ve got the best mommy, she’ll take you around and show you all of that beautiful stuff. And your daddy Jack, he’s strong and smart, he’ll teach you so many great things.” 

The baby doesn’t blink once, the lights from the fireworks reflecting in her eyes as he looks down upon her. It’s like she was enamored with him, maybe seeing the lights reflecting in his own eyes. 

It feels like an injustice to himself. He knows damn well that without him, you and Jack could be a textbook, beautiful, functioning family. You don’t need him there physically, although you’d both beg to differ emotionally. But suddenly, for the first time in a long time, looking down in his beautiful babies face, he wants to be here.

“... and I’ll be there too,” His whispering voice cracks softly. “I’ll teach you how to ride a bike, but not a motorcycle just yet. And I’ll get you whatever Barbie Dreamhouse that your little heart desires. And I’ll be there at every dance recital, every school event, prom, your wedding-” He hiccups quietly. 

Her eyes blink slowly, closing as he spoke. Her breathing softens, relaxing into his arms. Robby lets out a trembling sigh, his chest tightening at the sight. In this moment, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this. Like he had shoes to fill, not just things to check off a list. Like he had a reason to keep going. He wasn’t drowning anymore, no, rather finding something to keep him afloat.

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"baby, you put us in this situation."

a rabbot x female!reader fic

chapter seven of "my man on willpower"

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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. 

Jack Abbot wasn’t one to freeze. He never had and he never thought he would. However, in that moment, he did. His girl, delivering a baby that he didn’t even know existed. By the look on your face, you didn’t either. 

“Dr. Abbot-” Dr. Al-Hashimi attempts to speak, but is cut off by you. 

“Jack,” You cry, holding out a distressed hand. 

His feet are moving before his brain tells him to, coming to your other side and grabbing your hand. He’s speechless, for once in his life. 

“Jack- I don’t- I don’t know why-” You stutter though painful contractions, feeling the worst type of pain you ever could. 

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” He says, not knowing what else to say in this moment. 

He’s suddenly a father, or something. He wasn’t sure who’s kid it was, in all seriousness. He wasn’t sure if it would even matter right now. 

You push again, squeezing Jack’s hand so hard he thought it would break. 

You’d never talked about kids before. Hell, none of you had even brought up the prospect of something long term. It was long term enough. You’d all been together for years, a silent understanding between you all that it just existed. You all loved each other, lived together, and that was that. It never went any further. 

“Crowning,” Frank calls out, hands busy as nurses and a few of the residents were handing him things and keeping themselves busy with other tasks. None of them, and I mean none, had ever seen something so fascinating. 

Frank considered for a moment; his usual script when delivering a baby was to ask the mom if she wanted to feel the hair, but he wasn’t so sure you’d appreciate the sentiment right now. He quickly scrapped the idea as it came. 

“Keep pushing, you’re doing great,” He says instead, which falls on deaf ears. 

You still do it, though you were distracted by the pain and practically forcing this foreign body out of your own. 

It’s a painful, scary sight, but less than five minutes later, the pain dissipates for just a moment. 

“And she’s out,” Frank announces, standing up, a baby in his hands and a shrill cry sounding out through the room. 

“You did it, sweetheart,” Jack says, kissing your sweaty temple. It was the last of his worries. 

You sit back, out of breath, sobbing and trembling. Your medical brain was off right now, and you were pretty sure that your entire brain would turn off soon. After a shift like this and a surprise like that, you couldn’t even fathom existing as a functional human. 

You open your eyes, seeing Frank holding your baby out to you. She was beautiful, perfect in every way. She looked perfectly healthy, too, all of her fingers and toes present and an insane set of pipes. 

Like you were meant to do it, your arms come out instinctively. He sets the baby on your chest, cord still connected, and your hands fall to her back. 

“She’s absolutely gorgeous,” Dana whispers to you, standing up to grab something that you don’t bother to look at. 

Jack sits there, astounded. He was a witness to a creation of his own, even if he had no clue he’d done it. Or maybe he didn’t, but that wasn’t his concern. Frank looks at him with an expression that held as much question of ‘did that just happen?’ as his did. As everyone moves quickly around you, Frank hands him a pair of scissors. 

He knew, of course. Everyone had a slight idea of the relationship between the three of you, but it was unspoken. Just something that everyone understood. 

The two men share a look. 

Jack takes the scissors from him, and cuts the cord. 

The next fifteen minutes are a blur to you. The baby is taken from your arms and brought into the pedes room by Frank. Al-Hashimi tends to you now after insisting that Frank could handle the baby rather than her. You deliver the placenta, and you’re looked after for a while. Jack stays with you. The mystery baby was pushed to the back of his mind as you calmed down. 

“Did you know?” He asks you softly, taking your hand again after Al-Hashimi had given you two space.

You swallow, your throat raw. “Barely. You found out less than an hour after I did.” You smile, a weak attempt at humor. 

Jack just shakes his head. “...This is…” He mutters, trailing off. 

“A lot. I know.” You reply in the same tone. 

You’re both in the same boat, one of confusion, fear, and uncertainty, and Robby didn’t have a clue about it. 

“What even do we do?” He asks you, looking up from your intertwined hands. 

“...Live with it.” You reply. “...Is this… something you want?” 

Jack doesn’t know how to reply. After his wife died, he couldn’t imagine he’d be here today, much less in a relationship such as this one. 

“...Never thought about it,” He says honestly, his voice low. 

You nod, looking up at the ceiling. 

“But..” He continues quietly. “I’m here for you. I’m here with you. I’ll be up to the floor if I get a free second, alright? Don’t go running anywhere.” Jack kisses your forehead softly as a few people come in to move you up to L&D. 

“Yeah.” You mutter with a small smile. “Can you-” You clear your throat. “Tell Robby.. for me?” 

“...I’ll find him.” He smiles, letting go of your hand and standing up. 

Jack finds Robby standing outside the trauma room he was in with the car accident victim not too long ago. 

“Almost out?” He asks, walking up with his hands behind his back. 

Robby lets out a breath, nodding. “Yep, just about.” 

A silence falls over them as Jack stands next to him, only the sounds of the hospital filling their ears. 

“... Is this where you try to talk me out of going?” Robby asks after a moment, a clear displeasure in his tone. 

“Me?” Jack raises an eyebrow with a pursed lip expression. “No, not a chance. Though I’m sure Y/N would right about now. Why, are you having second thoughts?” 

“Nope.” 

“No?” 

“Nope.” Robby says firmer this time. 

“...Don’t have to convince me.” Jack looks over at him. “I mean, it is a little strange that the only place you talked about going is the place where they used to drive buffalo off a cliff to die.” 

“Here it comes,” Robby sighs, irritated.

“I looked it up, and as far as summer vacations go, it’s not exactly a holiday hotspot. I mean, what’s in the fucking gift shop, man?” 

“It’s just one place I’m going.”

“As long as it’s not the last.” Jack says finally. He doesn’t exactly remember the reason why he came over here.

“I am minutes from taking a three-month-long vacation. When’s the last time you took any time off, Jack?” Robby was clearly deflecting.

“Yeah, but I’ve dealt with my demons.” Jack says, making Robby roll his eyes and walk back into the trauma room. “It’s a process.” He continues, following him. 

“Do you wanna know why I never killed myself?” Jack asks rhetorically as the door closes. “After all of the shit I’ve seen, after losing my leg, after.. losing my wife?” He fidgets with his hands, where his wedding band used to sit. “Because it comes for all of us, man. You and I know it more than most. We see it every shift, but we can’t let ourselves succumb to it.” 

Robby looks at him silently, yet not trying to hide the fact that tears were filling his eyes. 

“Yes, life can suck. It can be unbearable, and- brutal,” Jack continues. “Ugly and heartbreaking. But it’s also beautiful, and hilarious. And now, after what’s going on with Y/N?”

“Y/N- what about Y/N?” Robby asks tearfully, almost irritated that you were brought into the conversation.

“Nobody came to tell you? Jesus Christ,” Jack mutters under his breath, sighing heavily. “Cryptic pregnancy, man. She– she’s fine, the baby’s fine. Everything's– okay, I guess?” 

Robby stands there in disbelief, a hundred emotions passing through his face before he lets out a tearful laugh. “That’s not– That’s not funny. Don’t joke about shit like that.” 

“I’m dead serious, man. Go see for yourself. Baby and Y/N are being moved upstairs.” Jack shrugs, having mostly processed it. At least that’s what he was telling himself, though he hadn’t even scratched the surface of it. 

“Jesus fucking christ,” Robby says, pacing for a moment as he rubbed the back of his head and holding the back of his neck. 

Now it was Robby’s turn to be in the boat. He was already grasping at straws, trying to find something other than the hospital to hang onto. He wasn’t sure if this was a sign to do it, or a straw handed to him on a silver platter. 

“Listen to me,” Jack starts, trying not to let his voice sound as unsure as he was. “She needs you right now. She needs both of us. Go on a cruise, and knock off this helmet-less motorcycle shit.” 

Jack doesn’t let Robby speak up. “Yeah, people talk. That is death-wish behavior.” 

“I’m tired of not feeling like I can get ahead, tired of being a role model, tired of feeling like I’m drowning every day. All of it.” Robby says, shaking his head and keeping his gaze fixed down. 

“We can help you,” Jack says, almost pleading, though his voice hid it well. “It’s what we’re here for. You need to get away and get help. You need this place, just as much as it needs you. We need you.” 

Robby takes a deep, trembling breath. “...Am I fucked up?” 

“One hundred percent,” Jack says honestly. “But no one works in this place as long as you and me and doesn’t get screwed up. You have something now. Someone to help you… dance through the darkness.” 

“...Did you just make that up?” 

“...Maybe it’s a song lyric,” Jack admits softly, making Robby laugh. “Or- maybe my therapist said it, I don’t know.” 

Robby wipes his eyes with a sigh. 

“Just go see her, man.” Jack says as the door to the trauma room opens. 

“Some dude just pulled up,” Toomarian rushes in. “Looks like he blew half his face off.” She rushes out just as quickly, back to the ambulance bay doors.

“How can you not love this place?” Jack asks with a sarcastic smile. Robby just smiles, shaking his head. “Look, don’t make me look stupid. If you’re still going, come back to us in one piece.” He pulls Robby into a tight hug. “We’re still your emergency contacts, and we do not want to be contacted.” 

Robby just nods, hands behind his back, and Jack walks out. 

fun mothers day fact: i was a cryptic pregnancy baby! my mom didn't find out until she just happened to six months in. i still haven't gotten the whole story from her yet. give your mamas a hug tonight.

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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.

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"your perfect timing couldn't be worse"

a rabbot x female!reader fic

chapter six of "my man on willpower"

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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.

“Fuck,” you mutter, your hands going up to rub your face as soon as you make out that it’s Dana standing over you. There’s a slight tug in your hand, and you realize that they’d used that period to get an IV in you. 

“You’re havin’ a baby, kid,” Dana leans the head of your bed up again and sits down next to you.

“How? I mean, how could I not have noticed? Normal… everything. No symptoms, I just—“ 

“Hey, don’t spiral. This kinda thing, it— it happens. We don’t know why but it does. That kid’s gonna give you a run for your money, that’s for sure.” She smiles, taking your hand reassuringly as she could at this point. 

You let out a shaky breath and nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “God— I mean, could today get any worse? Is this even a bad thing?—” Your cries are promptly cut off by, now confirmed, a contraction. You lean forward, hunching over and whimpering, although you try to save some face.

“Breathe through it, you’ve got it,” Dana says, rubbing your shoulder softly, letting you squeeze her hand. 

It passes after nearly 45 seconds of hot, stabbing pain. You’ve never felt anything similar, and it’s too hard to describe with how your mind is reeling. 

“Honey, listen to me,” She says softly, rubbing your shoulders as you lay back, your heart rate lowering slightly on the monitor. “You need to tell Robby.” 

“I— I can’t, Dana, he’s supposed to leave tonight ‘n I’m scared he’s gonna do something— what if he leaves because of this?” You panic, your heart rate increasing again as tears fill your eyes.

Everything was so overwhelming. Robby was broadcasting that he was going to drive his motorcycle into a tree without a helmet, Jack had gotten shot at today, a kid died and you believed it was your fault because you’re now having a magic baby. 

“Y/N, stop, slow down,” She pushes your shoulders down against the pillow behind you. “I know you’re scared. I’m scared too. I don’t know what that man is thinking, advertising it the way he is. I’ve tried talking to him, but he’s not gonna listen to me. It’s either gonna be you or Abbot who gets through to him. And by God, that man loves the two of you more than himself right now. If you tell him, he’s not going anywhere.” 

You take shallow, shaky breaths as you try to listen to her. nodding along. 

“Everything will fall into place, alright? All these people here, they love you, and I guarantee they’ll all jump in to help out. You’re not alone in this.” 

You nod, finally taking a deep breath. Her word was the only one you knew right now. Another contraction plows through you, only two minutes apart. 

“I’m gonna get some people in here, we’re gonna check how dilated you are and go from there, alright?” She pats your shoulder again and stands up, closing the door behind her. 

You clutch the bed rails, breathing through the pain, trying to listen to what was going on in the hall outside your door. Dana, yelling at someone with an unusually distressed tone. A male voice that sounds familiar enough, but the pain won’t let you pinpoint it. 

It was clear that Dr. Michael Robinavitch hadn’t a clue what was actually going on in his ER. Night shift had started to filter in, Dana was losing her mind in silence, and you. He hadn’t seen you in hours, but your patients are all being discharged or admitted, and you hadn’t taken any new ones in. He needed to find you and ask what the fuck— 

“MVC, two patients, two out,” Princess calls from the nurses' station, making him sigh in frustration and nod. Guess his motorcycle escapade was going to have to be delayed. 

Trauma bay one and two were filled up quickly with doctors and nurses and supplies flying every which way. That familiar organized chaos. It’s so easy to get sucked into. 

“I’ll take this one,” Jack calls out as he gowns up, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and sliding right into trauma two. 

They notice the absence of a few of their favorite nurses, but neither of them comments on it. Neither of them noticed the baby warmer being wheeled into the room right across from both trauma bays, or the groans and yells that were being let out any time someone opened the door to file in. 

You were nine centimeters and progressing fast; you learn quickly. It was a matter of time before a baby that you didn’t know about thirty minutes ago would come literally flying out of you. You couldn't care less about the fact that your favorite people were around you, actively trying to give you support, because your legs were spread and over half of them had already seen your vagina. Also, Mel had broken the news to you that you had progressed too far to receive an epidural. 

You knew that already, and it made you even more irritated. 

You were trying your best, really, but your best wasn’t very nice. “What’s going on in here…?” You hear a voice from the door, making you almost sigh in relief, though you’d rather have anyone else right now. 

“Dr. Al-Hashimi,” Mel looks up, hands fidgeting as she produces a brief report in her mind. “Cryptic pregnancy. Nine centimeters dilated, contractions less than a minute apart.” 

Al-Hashimi looks distressed in her own right and is slightly disheveled, and the shock on her face doesn’t exactly help. “Oh, okay.” She nods, looking even more shaken than she did five seconds ago. 

It doesn’t ease your nerves. 

“Dr. L/N, I didn’t know you were… involved,” She says as she puts a gown and eye protection on, trying to distract you from the fact that people were lining up to deliver your baby. 

You let out a humorless laugh, feeling like you were somehow the calmest doctor in the room. “Didn’t exactly plan on this being my after-work activity.” 

“Alright, Y/N, I know that this is absolutely terrifying for you, but you’re crowning, and you need to push on the next contraction.” It’s Frank. Y’know, why the hell not? You knew Robby would lose his absolute mind if he had found out, but it’s a come-and-go thought in your mind right now. 

You nod shakily, giving it your best, exhausted try on your next contraction. You’d imagine that this might be easier for expectant mothers, ones who took lamaze classes and weren’t currently in a tense relationship with two men. Terrified is an understatement for you right now.

“You’re doing great, honey,” Dana tells you, rubbing your shoulder softly between your screams, thankfully muffled mostly from the outside. 

“Fuck,” You sob, leaning back as sweat and tears rolled down your face, which Dana wipes away with a small towel. You hadn’t even asked for her to be your birthing coach-adjacent, yet she was there. You were glad it was her.

cliffhanger LOL.

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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.

[xoxo--grace]

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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[bleghbarbie]

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

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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.

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guys...

what do u think reader's baby is gonna be?

gender reveal in chapter 6 i promise

?

girl

boy

Voting ended onMay 12

your answer will not sway my decision (i think)

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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.”

“ah, that’s alright,” mr. douglas, your patient that came in with angina, watches you clean up the scraps from your multiple failed IV attempts. “i’ve always been a hard stick.”

“yeah? where do they usually get you?” you ask over your shoulder, discarding the used needles.

“anywhere,” he laughs. “wherever they can find one. my veins usually blow or slide.”

“i see that,” you smile in return, tossing out wrappers.

“… tell me, you married?” he asks, somewhat out of the blue as his tone seems to swim down a bit.

“not married,” you answer after a beat. “but i have an amazing boyfriend. i’m not sure if he’s ever gonna propose, though.” you swap out your gloves, figuring you’d stay and talk to him for a bit. he was a nice guy.

“oh? why’s that?” he asks curiously.

“mm, he’s widowed. still wears his ring. i wouldn’t wanna make him feel like he has to choose. me, or his memory of her. he’s not much older than you, yknow.”

mr. douglas hums inquisitively, then sighs in understanding. “i know the feeling. my late wife was a widow, and she was all nervous about marrying someone new,” he chuckles softly as he thinks back on it, watching you wipe down the cabinets with cavi wipes. “i found his vows that he’d read to her at their wedding back in the day, and included her favorite part into my own. gah, i’ll never forget that smile on her face.” he leans back with a sigh, his eyes slightly wet.

you look up, a kind smile on your face. “that’s so sweet. i’m sure she never forgot it.”

“nah, she never did,” he chuckles softly. “always brought it up.”

“y’know,” you swallow, your mouth slightly dry. “something that i like to tell patients who lost someone they love, is that there’s a possibility that she was thinking up to an hour after her heart stopped. if i was a gambler, i'd bet she was thinking of you. i’m not sure how she died, but it always seems to help.” you say softly, patting his shoulder with a smile.

mr. douglas sighs, a smile on his face. “… it does. thank you.”

“of course,” you smile in response. “‘s what i’m here for. i’m gonna go grab the ultrasound machine and your doctor, i’ll be right back.”

fifteen minutes later, you're back with the ultrasound machine and dr. abbot in tow.

"i'm back, and i brought someone with me," you tell mr. douglas, who gives a manly wave.

"mr. douglas, how are we feeling?" jack asks, setting the tablet down after glancing through the chart, taking a pair of large gloves out but not yet putting them on.

"i've been better," he admits as you turn on the machine.

"you've been letting her torture you?" jack smirks slightly, seeing the multiple gauze pads that were medical taped down on his arms.

"ah, it's not the worst i've had." mr. douglas chuckles.

"well, good news is that your EKG is clean, other than some mild ischemia which i'm sure you're already aware of. sounds like this was just a run of the mill episode, but i'm glad you came in." jack explains as you search for an IV, wiping the area clean of the jelly and wiping it with an alcohol swab.

"ah, that's good. it was so painful this time, i figured it must've been something." he shakes his head.

"big poke... one, two, three," you say quietly, pushing the needle in at one.

mr. douglas barely flinches, clearly used to this type of thing.

"do you frequent here?" jack asks, leaning against the cabinet with his arms crossed.

"not usually, but the paramedics told me i should come here instead. said that this is where the cath lab is just incase it evolved." he explains.

"got it!" you smile, getting good draw and flush, taping the IV down.

"nice job," jack says, patting you on the back. "now get outta here. there's a strawberry lemonade celcius in the fridge calling your name."

"thank you, doctor abbot." you smile, your voice low as your face flushes the slightest bit at the fact that he remembered. he always did.

you push the ultrasound machine out of the room, leaving the door cracked behind you.

mr. douglas lets out a hum, scanning jack's figure for a moment and stopping at the wedding band on his left hand. "ah, you're who she was telling me about," he says with recognition.

"oh, yeah?" jack furrows his brow, taking another blood pressure with the monitor.

"she's a good kid. you should keep her around. not a lot of people get a second chance." he says genuinely, making jack look down for a moment.

"...yeah. been thinking about it." jack speaks up after a moment.

by the time day shift was filtering in, mr. douglas was being discharged.

"have a good day, mr. douglas," you chuckle softly with a wave, letting him out through the triage doors.

you walk back into the ED, where jack was waiting for you. he matches your pace with that familiar limp in his step, making you slow down just the slightest bit as he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you in.

he kisses your temple softly, making you smile.

"what's that for?" you ask, amusement in your tone.

"what, am i not allowed to love on you?" he replies, a similar airy tone in his voice.

"on the clock? how scandalous of you." you laugh softly.

"but seriously," he says, pausing in his steps and pulling you by the waist to face him. "i love you. i love having you around. i love seeing your face in the morning and seeing it before i go to sleep. i love knowing that you're there, despite everything."

you tilt your head, silently wondering where this was coming from.

"i love you too," you smile suspiciously. "why are you-"

"don't worry about it." he shuts you down quickly. "just know that. i'll see you at home, yeah?"

"okay," you say, still standing there as he walks off.

after a moment, you laugh to yourself quietly and walk off to finish giving handoff reports.

stop it i loved this. i jumped onto writing it literally within 2 hours, i wish i could still see when u sent it in, anon, so i could know how fast i wrote this

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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.”

“ah, that’s alright,” mr. douglas, your patient that came in with angina, watches you clean up the scraps from your multiple failed IV attempts. “i’ve always been a hard stick.”

“yeah? where do they usually get you?” you ask over your shoulder, discarding the used needles.

“anywhere,” he laughs. “wherever they can find one. my veins usually blow or slide.”

“i see that,” you smile in return, tossing out wrappers.

“… tell me, you married?” he asks, somewhat out of the blue as his tone seems to swim down a bit.

“not married,” you answer after a beat. “but i have an amazing boyfriend. i’m not sure if he’s ever gonna propose, though.” you swap out your gloves, figuring you’d stay and talk to him for a bit. he was a nice guy.

“oh? why’s that?” he asks curiously.

“mm, he’s widowed. still wears his ring. i wouldn’t wanna make him feel like he has to choose. me, or his memory of her. he’s not much older than you, yknow.”

mr. douglas hums inquisitively, then sighs in understanding. “i know the feeling. my late wife was a widow, and she was all nervous about marrying someone new,” he chuckles softly as he thinks back on it, watching you wipe down the cabinets with cavi wipes. “i found his vows that he’d read to her at their wedding back in the day, and included her favorite part into my own. gah, i’ll never forget that smile on her face.” he leans back with a sigh, his eyes slightly wet.

you look up, a kind smile on your face. “that’s so sweet. i’m sure she never forgot it.”

“nah, she never did,” he chuckles softly. “always brought it up.”

“y’know,” you swallow, your mouth slightly dry. “something that i like to tell patients who lost someone they love, is that there’s a possibility that she was thinking up to an hour after her heart stopped. if i was a gambler, i'd bet she was thinking of you. i’m not sure how she died, but it always seems to help.” you say softly, patting his shoulder with a smile.

mr. douglas sighs, a smile on his face. “… it does. thank you.”

“of course,” you smile in response. “‘s what i’m here for. i’m gonna go grab the ultrasound machine and your doctor, i’ll be right back.”

fifteen minutes later, you're back with the ultrasound machine and dr. abbot in tow.

"i'm back, and i brought someone with me," you tell mr. douglas, who gives a manly wave.

"mr. douglas, how are we feeling?" jack asks, setting the tablet down after glancing through the chart, taking a pair of large gloves out but not yet putting them on.

"i've been better," he admits as you turn on the machine.

"you've been letting her torture you?" jack smirks slightly, seeing the multiple gauze pads that were medical taped down on his arms.

"ah, it's not the worst i've had." mr. douglas chuckles.

"well, good news is that your EKG is clean, other than some mild ischemia which i'm sure you're already aware of. sounds like this was just a run of the mill episode, but i'm glad you came in." jack explains as you search for an IV, wiping the area clean of the jelly and wiping it with an alcohol swab.

"ah, that's good. it was so painful this time, i figured it must've been something." he shakes his head.

"big poke... one, two, three," you say quietly, pushing the needle in at one.

mr. douglas barely flinches, clearly used to this type of thing.

"do you frequent here?" jack asks, leaning against the cabinet with his arms crossed.

"not usually, but the paramedics told me i should come here instead. said that this is where the cath lab is just incase it evolved." he explains.

"got it!" you smile, getting good draw and flush, taping the IV down.

"nice job," jack says, patting you on the back. "now get outta here. there's a strawberry lemonade celcius in the fridge calling your name."

"thank you, doctor abbot." you smile, your voice low as your face flushes the slightest bit at the fact that he remembered. he always did.

you push the ultrasound machine out of the room, leaving the door cracked behind you.

mr. douglas lets out a hum, scanning jack's figure for a moment and stopping at the wedding band on his left hand. "ah, you're who she was telling me about," he says with recognition.

"oh, yeah?" jack furrows his brow, taking another blood pressure with the monitor.

"she's a good kid. you should keep her around. not a lot of people get a second chance." he says genuinely, making jack look down for a moment.

"...yeah. been thinking about it." jack speaks up after a moment.

by the time day shift was filtering in, mr. douglas was being discharged.

"have a good day, mr. douglas," you chuckle softly with a wave, letting him out through the triage doors.

you walk back into the ED, where jack was waiting for you. he matches your pace with that familiar limp in his step, making you slow down just the slightest bit as he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you in.

he kisses your temple softly, making you smile.

"what's that for?" you ask, amusement in your tone.

"what, am i not allowed to love on you?" he replies, a similar airy tone in his voice.

"on the clock? how scandalous of you." you laugh softly.

"but seriously," he says, pausing in his steps and pulling you by the waist to face him. "i love you. i love having you around. i love seeing your face in the morning and seeing it before i go to sleep. i love knowing that you're there, despite everything."

you tilt your head, silently wondering where this was coming from.

"i love you too," you smile suspiciously. "why are you-"

"don't worry about it." he shuts you down quickly. "just know that. i'll see you at home, yeah?"

"okay," you say, still standing there as he walks off.

after a moment, you laugh to yourself quietly and walk off to finish giving handoff reports.

stop it i loved this. i jumped onto writing it literally within 2 hours, i wish i could still see when u sent it in, anon, so i could know how fast i wrote this

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