Fandom!Imagines

My ideas:

Hucklerabbot x Fem!Reader - A Night Out Gone Wrong Part 2 - Continuation of A Night Out Gone Wrong Part 1

Hucklerabbot x Fem!Reader - An Odd Type Of Punishment Part 2 - Continuation of An Odd Type Of Punishment Part 1

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Reader - Reunited / Rest And Relaxation / Try Again? (An imagine where Michael is reunited with you, his ex-girlfriend when you're brought into the ED after collapsing at work due to dehydration - 3 Part series exploring the potential of you and Robby getting back together

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Jack Abbot x Frank Langdon x Reader - The Possibility Of A Second Chance (An imagine where you, Robby, Jack and Frank were all in a poly relationship together but it fell apart after finding out about Franks addiction - mainly because Robby could no longer trust him - but you've been missing Frank so go to see him on his first day back at The Pitt)

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Reader - No More Casual Part 2 - Continuation of No More Casual Part 1

Jax Teller or Chibs Telford x Reader - Emergency Contact (An imagine where you end up in hospital and the hospital contact the next of kin that's on your file - ending up in you seeing someone you thought you'd never see again) - Please help me choose which character!!

Jax Teller x Reader - My Dirty Little Secret (An imagine where you're Hales younger sister and you're secretly sleeping with Jax - smutty)

Poly!141 x Reader x Jack Abbot - Untethered Part 2 - Continuation of Untethered Part 1

Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding - Part 25

Poly!141 x Reader - Friends With Benefits (Or More) Part 3 -Continuation of Friends With Benefits (Or More) Part 1 & Part 2

Harvery Specter x Reader - True Feelings (An imagine where you and Harvey have a friends with benefits sort of relationship - you both really like each other but your jobs make it hard to commit - you're a police officer and you get shot during your shift- Harvey finds out just after he's won a case and races to the hospital and stays with you)

Valko x Reader - Keepsake (A-Z Writing Challenge) (An imagine where Valco has to go away and he doesn't know when he'll be back so he gives you a gift to remember him by.

A-Z Writing Challenge (Requests):

Poly!141 x Reader - Home (For Anon) to be linked with Poly!141 x Reader - Rest and Erection (For Anon) - Will be written in 2 parts

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader - Fight (For Anon and linked with @uraeus56 request)

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader - Wet Dream (For @uraeus56)

Johnny 'Soap' Mctavish x Reader - Photograph (For @nocturnal-nyx)

John Price x Reader - Cold (For @backalleytimetravel)

General Requests:

Poly!141 x Reader - Hurt / comfort fic (For Anon)

Poly!141 x Reader - Fluff/ smut - An Where they all get some leave and get to spend some time away from the doom and gloom somewhere warm and sunny (For @sunburnt-siren)

Poly!141 x Reader - An imagine where you usually wear really baggy clothing until they're invited to a party / military ball and they see them dressed up for the first time and they have a Cinderella moment (For @lilyalone)

Quotes I've Found I Want To Use In A Fic:

If you want a prompt below with a particular character from one of the fandoms above, just send in an ask!

Why didn't you tell me?! / I didn't want you to yell at me! / I wasn't going to yell! / Well you're yelling now! / Because you didn't tell me!

Sorry, I'm-I've been told that I'm awkward to talk to / No, no, it's fine. There's a charm to it / You're laughing at me... / I'm endeared / By my awkwardness? / By you.

Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need need your mouth to tell me the same (Smutty)

I'm not necessarily hungry for food right now (Smutty)

I'm drunk, can you pick us up? / Us? / I've adopted a cat.

Why is it that you only visit me when you need something / Why else would I visit you? / Because you miss me? Or not...? / I barely tolerate you, why in the world would I miss you.

I'm a simple girl, I see a man with big arms and a kind heart and I get a little stupid (smutty)

Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't touch me. Let's just get this mission over with, then never acknowledge my existence again, got it? (Potential to be smutty)

We've been so busy lately, I fell like I haven't really talked to you in days.

It had been a long week. 

A long and exhausting week. 

Which is why, when John had invited you to go down to the pub with the rest of the guys, you politely declined. 

Of course you’d missed them whilst you'd all been away, and a part of you felt extremely guilty that you were passing up on spending time with them to just have some of your own down time. 

But that’s what happens when you get sent on different missions away from one another.

How they destress from a mission, and how you destress from a mission were very different.

They went to the pub.

You got lost in the pages of books; your current read was no exception. 

You’d tried to read it in between briefings at base, or during the quiet moments before or after training; but every time you started to get really invested in it, you’d be disturbed. 

So tonight, all you wanted to  do was curl up on the sofa with a blanket draped over your lap and a cup of tea by your side as you allowed yourself to be completely consumed by the book you were reading. 

It was the newest one in a romance set you’d been reading; and safe to say, you were very excited to read it. 

Your eyes skimmed over a scene where the male love interest had just admitted he was in love…

‘“I’ve loved you since the day you proved me wrong he said softly, raising his hand to her cheek, caressing it softly.’ 

You couldn’t stop the little smile that tugged at the corners of your lips,nor could you stop the excited leg kick that followed shortly after when after twenty five chapters and so much yearning, the couple you’d spent hours reading about and rooting for, finally kissed. 

You were so wrapped up in the pages of the book that you were completely oblivious to the footsteps approaching behind you. 

“So,” a familiar voice began, “whatcha reading, Bon ?”

You nearly  jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound. 

“Johnny!” You pretty much squealed, slamming the book shut, only earning a hearty laugh from the Scotsman as he leaned over the back of the sofa analyzing the book in your hands. 

“The Duke's Secret Heart,” He read aloud, his tone almost one of disbelief at first.

“No way,” he continued, you didn’t need to turn around to know that he had the biggest grin on his face, you could hear it in his voice; the type that made your face grow instantly warm. 

“Don’t-” You attempted to warn him, turning around to face him, but it was already too late. 

“Kyle!” he shouted towards the hallway before you’d even finished your sentence, “Come here!”

Within seconds Kyle was in the living room with you and Johnny; his eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced between the two of you, “What’s the emergency?” 

“There’s no emergency,” you assured him softly before glaring at Johnny, “Johnnys just being a twat,” 

“What’s new,” Kyle chuckled, taking a few steps closer to the sofa. 

“Maybe it’s not an emergency but I’ve discovered something about our Y/n/n,” Johnny spoke, snatching the book out of your hands and showing it to Kyle, “She reads romance novels,”

Kyle hesitantly took the book from Johnny, before raising an eyebrow, confusion evident in his voice, “That’s it?”

“See, he doesn't care,” you stated matter of factly, throwing your arms up in the air. 

“I mean, I don’t….” Kyle started, his eyes looking over the pastel cover with the illustrated couple embracing, “but it is certainly a surprise,” 

You looked at him, noticing the smirk that was tugging at the side of his mouth. 

All of the guys knew you read a lot, whenever they asked what you did with your free time you always said that you were reading. 

You just assumed that they thought it was action books or thrillers; not cosy romance novels. 

You sighed as you leaned back into the sofa; mentally preparing yourself for the incessant teasing that you knew was going to be coming your way. 

Thankfully, before Johnny could say anything else, Simon entered the living room, his eyes landing on you instantly. 

A slightly worried look was growing in his eyes when he saw the expression on your face.

“What’s happened?” he asked; you simply ignored his question, watching as Kyle handed him the book. 

He looked at the cover. 

Then at you. 

And then back to the cover again. 

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. 

“It’s a romance book,” he said simply, seemingly unphased by what he’d just found out. 

But Simon's nonchalant reaction didn’t deter Johnny.

“Exactly!” he grinned at you teasingly, “C’mon Lt, did you really expect that?” 

“Does it really matter?” Simon quipped back, “Besides, when was the last time you even read a book, Johnny,” 

Now it was your turn to smirk at Johnny, who was simply staring at Simon dumbfounded by his response. 

The last person to arrive in the room was John, drawn in by the commotion he’d heard, “What’ve I missed?” 

Simon handed John the book, "Johnny's just found out what Y/n/n likes to read,” 

John glanced at the book; turning it around, briefly analyzing the blurb of it before handing it back to you. 

You gave him a small smile as you took the book, holding it tightly in your grasp this time so Johnny couldn’t snatch it from you again. 

“And the big deal is?”John questioned, looking at Johnny and Kyle. 

“No big deal, just surprised is all,” Kyle answered honestly, holding his hands up in a surrendering motion. 

Johnny however, looked between John and Simon skeptically before crossing his arms over his chest, “Neither of you seem that surprised,” 

You had to admit, even you were curious as to why neither Simon or John weren’t even remotely teasing you about this recent discovery. 

“Because we already knew,” 

Your eyes went wide, “What?”

It wasn’t like you kept your books stashed away and hidden from them; but most of them were stored in a box under your bed; so the fact that both Simon and John somehow knew what type of books you enjoyed reading was as much of a shock to you as it was to Johnny and Kyle. 

Simon settled beside you on the sofa, one arm draped lazily across the back cushion.

“Love,” he began, taking a few steps towards the sofa before sitting down next to you, “are you really that surprised?”

You opened your mouth, your first instinct being to answer yes; but the more you thought about it, the less surprised you actually were.

“We’ve known for months,” John admitted softly, making your head snap up at him. 

Slowly he moved towards the table in front of you, sitting down on it, sitting opposite you, taking the book from your hands and placing it between you and Simon. 

You were mortified, “Months?”

John nodded. 

“We weren’t snooping,” Simon continued, “You asked us to grab your charger from your room while you were on base. Charger was under your bed. Box was under your bed. We saw titles…”

“But that was it, just titles,” John finished, taking your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze when you buried your face in them with a groan.

“We weren’t laughing at you then,” he assured you quietly, “And we’re not about to start now,”

His words should’ve brought you some relief; and in a way they did, but it wasn’t enough to relieve your embarrassment. 

“Why do you read them?” Kyle asked, not in a judgemental tone, more of a curious one. 

You sighed, feeling embarrassed once again at the real reason why you read books such as these. 

It was because they always had a happy ending.

“I find them wholesome,” you answered, “our day to day life consists of reports and missions where we usually end up being shot at; it’s just nice to come home and unwind with a story I know will end happily,”

Was it cliche? 

Yes.

Did it make the stories predictable?

Yes.

But there were enough surprises that came with your job; knowing the ending to something made you happy, helped you to escape whatever hell you’d just been through. 

For a brief moment, no one said anything, all of them processing your words.

“Can’t exactly argue with wantin’ a happy ending after the shite we deal with,” Johnny said softly, breaking the silence, sitting on the arm of the sofa before leaning over  to place a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Sorry for bein’ a dick about it, bon,” he muttered, his lips lingering above your head for a second before he straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward grin.

“It’s alright,” you replied, turning to him, giving him a small smile. 

Kyle sat down next to John on the table, and reached over, taking the novel from between you and Simon, flipping it over to read the blurb properly, his brows lifting,  “So… this duke spends half of the book pretending he doesn’t love her?”

“Try three quarters of it, actually,” you corrected. 

“Christ,” he muttered with a laugh, handing it back, “Sounds like he’s worse at communication than Simon.”

“Careful,” Simon warned, shooting him a flat look, clearly unamused by Kyle’s comment, despite the fact that there was certainly some truth in his words. John smiled as he watched the exchange before giving your hands another reassuring squeeze before standing releasing them and rising to his feet, “Right then, let’s leave Y/n/n alone to finish her book,”

Simon nodded, giving your thigh a soft pat before standing, grabbing your cup of tea, which had now gone cold,  from the centre of the table.

“I’ll get you a fresh one, love,” he said, walking off to the kitchen, not allowing you to object. 

“Don’t stay up too late reading Bon,” Johnny whispered, pressing another kiss to your head before he and John both left the room. 

Leaving you and Kyle, who still had a hold of your book. 

Reluctantly, he handed it towards you a bashful expression creeping upon his face; you couldn’t help the small amused sound that fell from your lips, knowing exactly what he was thinking. 

“It’s part of a series,” you told him, opening the book back to where you’d been, “you can borrow the first one as long as you promise not to damage it,”

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled sheepishly at you, kissing your cheek quickly, “promise I’ll give it back in one piece,”

And with that, he left the room too, no doubt to go and find the first book in the series from the box under your bed. 

Now that you were alone, you were able to re-focus your attention back on the book you’d been so enraptured by, a smile on your face as you continued reading the main characters' confessions of love to one another.

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But you knew that wasn’t what would happen today; you knew it would be at least a few hours before anyone was home. 

Robby had already texted you saying that he and Dennis were going to be late out, and Jack was doing his side job with the swat team. 

Leaving you alone. 

Alone and frustrated with no way to channel how you were feeling.

Well…that wasn’t exactly true.

There was one way….

You were lying on the bed, wearing one of Robby’s oversized shirts, contemplating if you were really going to go through with the idea that had popped into your head.

You didn’t break the rules.

Not big ones like this anyway.

But it wasn’t long before desperation was clouding your attempts at any logical thinking you were trying to do. 

You knew grabbing the vibrator from your nightstand was not something you should’ve been doing.  

Knew that if you were caught you’d be punished. 

Jack and Robby had made it very clear to both you and Dennis that you were not allowed to play on your own or with each other, unless one of them was present.

It was a simple rule.

One that you’d been very good at sticking to; not wanting to disappoint either of the older men that you loved so dearly.

But desperate times called for desperate and risky measures.

You needed to relieve your pent up frustration, and they weren’t here to help you with that, so you were just going to have to be a big girl and deal with the situation yourself. 

With that thought in mind, you placed the vibrator onto your clit, turning it on, onto the lowest setting, already feeling the stress of your day slowly beginning to melt away.

Fuck, it felt so good. 

It wasn’t as good as being actually fucked, but it was good enough. 

Good enough that all you were craving was for your aching hole to be filled, for a brief moment you pondered on using one of the dildos you had you in your nightstand, but you knew you needed to be careful, discreet. 

You needed to leave little to no trace of what you'd been doing.

Of course using the vibrator on your clit made you wet, but you’d already worked out what you were going to say to Robby or Jack (or both) if they questioned you, and that was simply that you’d been thinking about them fucking you all day. 

A dildo would stretch you out; and that would be something both men would notice within seconds. 

No matter how desperate you were, that was simply too risky. 

You skipped the second setting on the vibrator entirely; knowing that it wasn’t really going to help you reach the high that you were craving, all it was going to do was tease you and that’s not what you wanted. 

You were too damn desperate. 

The third setting, the highest one, had turned you into a moaning mess within seconds; your hips were rolling along with the vibrations as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. 

You closed your eyes and imagined the three men you loved being with you now, imagined what they’d be doing to you if they were with you right now. 

How Dennis would be lying next to you holding the vibrator in place on your clit whilst kissing your neck. 

How Jack would be lying on the other side of you, whispering nothing but praise in your ear as he alternated between groping your tits and sucking on your hardened nipples.

How Robby, through all of it, just fucked your overstimulated puffy pussy relentlessly, holding your hips in place with an almost bruising force. 

Fuck that’s what you needed right now. 

To be touched. 

To be fucked.

To be praised. 

You lifted the tshirt you were wearing up enough to reveal your tits, the coolness of the air only adding to the sensitivity of them as your free hand pinched the nipple of one of them. 

Your touch wasn’t the same as Jacks. 

But it was enough. 

The touching. 

The vibration from the toy on your clit. 

The thoughts running through your head.

All of that was enough to send you spiralling over the edge, white hot pleasure shooting through you as you came.

Hard. 

The sounds of your moans echoing through the empty house. 

“Fuck,” you panted, coming down from your high, wanting nothing more than to just keep your eyes closed and go to sleep.

But you knew you couldn’t do that, you couldn’t fall asleep, you needed to clean yourself and the toy up. 

Needed to hide the evidence of what you’d just done. 

Slowly, you pulled the toy away from your sensitive nub a small whimper falling from your lips as you did so. 

Then you opened your eyes, shuffling up on the bed slightly so that you were sitting up, resting against the headboard trying to catch your breath, the tshirt you were wearing falling back down over your body. 

“Hey baby,” a familiar voice came from the door of the bedroom, making your eyes widen in shock.

Dennis. 

Your eyes darted to the door, seeing him standing there, leaning against the doorway, a light pink tinge on his cheeks and a dopey smile on his lips. 

You knew he’d probably already seen the vibrator but that didn’t stop you from trying to hide it behind your back. 

“Too late for that baby,” Dennis began with a soft chuckle as he took a few steps towards the bed, his eyes fixed on you. 

You didn’t need to see yourself to know you looked like a mess. 

You took a deep breath, attempting to collect yourself, to force your brain to function.

“You’re…you’re back early,” you stated, the nervousness clear in your voice. 

“Yeah,” Dennis agreed, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you, “Robby told me to come home early to come look after you,”

Shit. 

You were fucked. 

So fucked. 

And not in the way you needed. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Dennis simply put a finger over your lips, a signal that right now wasn’t the time to talk. 

“You were just so desperate, you couldn’t wait, could you?” He continued softly, lifting his hand to your face, caressing your cheek delicately. 

You shook your head in response, hoping that your honesty would somehow save you from any type of punishment; whilst trying to ignore how Dennis’ simple touch was turning you on. .

“Yknow I’m gonna have to tell Robby and Jack about this, don’t you baby?”

You hated how your bottom lip trembled at his words, knowing damn well that both of them were going to be disappointed with you for breaking one of their rules.

Jack might take pity on you, especially once you’d explained the type of day you’d had. 

But Robby….Robby would not be so lenient, he’d spank your arse so much that you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week; and you were sure he was going to ban you from ever cumming again…

“Denny,” you whined, leaning into his hand, “please-”

You knew begging him to not tell them would be useless; he was going to tell them no matter how much you whined or cried, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try. 

“You know the rules baby,” Dennis mumbled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling his phone from his pocket. 

You considered trying to get the phone from him, so that he couldn’t tell Robby or Jack, but there was no point, he’d tell them the minute they got home anyway. 

And he was right, you did know the rules and you’d broken them anyway. 

Now, you had to suffer the consequences. 

~~~~~~

You hated waiting. 

You just wanted Robby or Jack to come home and give you the punishment you deserved. 

You were slightly confused on why they hadn’t given Dennis the go ahead to start on a punishment whilst you were waiting for them.

You were expecting some intense teasing or something just to get you riled up, to edge you until you were a complete and utter mess. 

But he didn’t do that.

He left the room twice; once to get you a glass of water and the other time to clean the vibrator you’d now given up on hiding from him. 

“Can’t clean you up yet baby, Robby and Jack wanna see the mess you made when they get home,” Dennis explained softly, lying down on the bed, pulling you down with him.

You nodded understandingly, resting your head on his chest, feeling the stickiness from your orgasm on your thighs.

“‘M sorry Denny,” you mumbled.

“Not me you need to apologise to,” he cooed, rubbing small circles onto your waist, you couldn’t help the small moan that came from your lips at his touch. 

Despite everything; despite having already cum once, despite how much trouble you knew you were going to be in, you were still so desperate to be touched. 

To be fucked. 

Dennis knew that. 

Hell, it was taking everything in him to hold himself back; he knew that you’d obviously had a rough day, that was the only reason you’d ever break Robby and Jacks rule. 

He wanted to take care of you. 

And in all honesty, he’d had a pretty shit day too and all he wanted was to relieve his own frustrations through you. 

But all he could do was hold you close and place a small kiss on the top of your hair, “It’s okay baby, I know,” 

You and Dennis simply stayed like that, cuddled on the bed, waiting for either Robby or Jack to come home, neither of you entirely sure how long you’d been waiting until the front door to the apartment creaked open. 

You tensed slightly under Dennis’ touch, already trying to work out what apologies you were going to say to whomever walked through the door. 

A relieved sigh quietly fell from your lips when you saw that it was Jack who was walking into the bedroom, in his swat uniform. 

That damn uniform….

You could already feel yourself getting wetter at the mere sight of him. 

“Heard our favourite girl broke a rule today,” he stated, sitting down next to you on the opposite side of the bed to where Dennis was, “wanna tell me why?”

You took a deep breathe, trying to focus on the explanation and apology you wanted to give and not the arousal surging through you as you thought about Jack fucking you in his swat uniform. 

“I…I just had a really bad day,” you admitted, sitting up so that you were leaning against the headboard again, fiddling with the hem of the tshirt you’d borrowed from Robby, “I spent the whole day basically just being shouted and sworn at by customers, and I tried to ignore it…but it was just constant,”

Dennis sat up next to you, his arm still wrapped around your waist, giving it a light squeeze, both he and Jack listening intently on what you were saying. 

“I tried to forget about it but I was just so frustrated, Jackie…” you began, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes, “and you weren’t here and Robby said that he and Dennis were going to be late and I just…I just needed a way to get rid of that feeling…”

You stopped for a brief moment, letting out a shaky breath as your eyes met Jacks, “I’m sorry, I know I broke the rules and I’m sorry…I just…I didn’t know what else to do…”

You hated how pathetic you sounded. 

Dennis, Jack, Robby, they all dealt with much more than having people shout and swear at them; and yet here you were near enough crying because of it. 

“Oh baby girl,” Jack sighed, shuffling closer to you and Dennis, his hand cupping your cheek to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from it.

“I understand,” he whispered, leaning in close to you, until his lips were inches away from yours, “it sounds like you had pretty rough day”

You nodded slowly, your breath hitching at how close he was, your eyes flicking from his eyes, to his lips and then back to his eyes.

You wanted to kiss him so bad.

But you didn’t want to get yourself in any more trouble, you needed to behave, to do as you were told, though that was proving hard to do with both Jack and Dennis being so close to you. 

“You just needed to let off some steam, huh?”

You nodded again, noticing how Jack's eyes glanced over at Dennis before re-focusing back on you, “Words, baby girl,”

“Yes,” you answered quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

A whisper that trailed off into a whimper the second you felt Dennis’ lips on the sensitive sweet spot on your neck. 

A small smirk tugged at Jack's lips, enjoying how your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, before meeting his once again.

“Yes what?” He asked, his lips now inches away from yours.

“Yes sir,” you swallowed, feeling your heart beating quickly in your chest in anticipation.

Waiting for Jack to just close the distance between you. 

It was like he could read your mind; either that or he could just simply tell how desperate you were because just as that thought left your mind, he placed a sweet peck on your lips.

“Good girl,” he mumbled against your lips before capturing them again in a kiss, this one was different to the first kiss though, this one wasn’t a quick peck. 

No this time when his mouth found yours again, it was with a silent urgency, as though that brief second apart was already too long.

Instinctively you kissed him back; your desperation taking over as you lifted your hands to his hair, running them through his greying curls, only deepening the kiss. 

All the while, Dennis was at your side, his lips still continuing to lick, suck and bite at the sensitive skin of your neck. 

The hand that he’d  had securely wrapped around your waist, slowly moving down your body, until he got to the top of your thigh. 

“Lie down for us baby,” Dennis whispered in your ear once you and Jack had broken apart from your kiss to both catch your breath. 

You were so confused with what was going on; shouldn’t you have been in trouble? Shouldn’t you have been being punished with spankings and the like rather than being treated like this? 

Regardless of that, you obeyed what Dennis said, shimmying back down on the bed, the two men looking over you, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. 

“Want me and Denny to look after you baby girl?” Jack questioned, mirroring Dennis’ hand placement on your thigh.

“Yes please, sir,” you nodded eagerly, spreading your thighs as you answered.

A low whistle came from Jack's lips as he took in the mess you’d left from your previous orgasm.

“So beautiful,” he mused, taking a hold of Dennis’ hand, guiding it from your thigh to your bare and already sensitive clit. 

Dennis need to be told what to do. 

He already knew.  

So he started tapping the small sensitive nub, unable to stop the smirk tugging on his lips at the way your body jump slightly at his touch. 

“Gonna take such good care of you baby,” Dennis whispered in your ear, going back to kissing your neck. 

Had you woken up in an alternate universe somehow? 

None of this was making any sense to you.

Jack noticed.

Noticed the slight crease of confusion in your eyebrows. 

Noticed how you weren’t fully relaxing into Dennis’ touch like he knew you always did. 

“Up,” Jack mumbled, his hands already lifting Robby’s tshirt up your body; you rose slightly, lifting your arms up just enough for him to pull the tshirt over your head, revealing your tits to the two men. 

“Stop thinking so much baby girl, just enjoy this,” Jack breathed, forcing you back down slightly, kissing the shell of your ear, his lips lightly trailing down from your neck to your check, his lips latching onto your pebbled nipple. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, hips bucking into Dennis touch, who’d lowly been increasing the speed of which he’d been rubbing your clit; whilst Jack rolled his tongue across one of your hardened nipples, his free hand pinching the opposite one. 

You were feeling so much pleasure. 

And you knew you didn’t deserve it. 

But Jack told you to enjoy it, so wouldn’t you be disobeying him further by not doing just that. 

“There you go,” Jack praised, hooded eyes glancing up at you, taking in how absolutely perfect you looked as you allowed yourself to revel in the pleasure he and Dennis were giving you.

“You’re soaked baby,” Dennis hummed, slipping two fingers inside your now dripping pussy, knowing how close you were to coming undone for them.

Jacks hand moved from groping your tit to replacing Dennis’ on rubbing your clit, a muffled chuckle coming from him as your back arched on the bed, “You gonna cum for us?”

You tried to find the words to answer him; but it was like your brain could no longer comprehend how to speak. 

You hoped that the moan that came from you was enough of an answer; but it wasn’t. 

“You gotta ask, or we’re gonna stop right now baby girl,” you could hear how strained his voice was, assuming that he was holding back his own orgasm, focused entirely on making you feel good right now. 

“Please,” you begged, feeling tears forming in your eyes but for a completely different reason this time, “plea-please let me cum, please, need to so badly,”

“That’s our good girl,” Jack hummed in approval, continuing to rub your clit in the exact way that he knew would push you over the edge.

You were so close. 

“Cum for us baby girl,” he whispered against your ear, before quickly nodding to Dennis who added a third finger inside of you just before you reached the high you’d been so desperately needing. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you babbled, following Jack's words once again, your orgasm ripping through you, eliciting a sound from your lips that both Dennis and Jack had rarely ever heard. 

“Holy shit,” Dennis swore, completely mesmerised by how intensely your orgasm was hitting you, whilst trying not to cum in his pants. 

“Atta girl,” Jack praised, kissing your cheek softly as he and Dennis worked you through your high, “so fucking beautiful,”

You were sure beautiful was the opposite of what you looked like right now; you knew you looked a mess. 

An absolute mess. 

But you didn’t care. 

You didn’t really care about anything apart from the fact that you’d probably just experienced one of if not the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. 

“Still with us baby girl?” Jack asked, leaning up to look at your eyes, noticing how glassy they were.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, your brain feeling so floaty as your eyes met his, “thank you,”

You weren’t entirely sure what you were thanking him for; for not punishing you, for giving you such an amazing orgasm, for making you forget how shit your day had been, or maybe it was a combination of all of them. 

A soft smile came onto Jacks face as he leant up on the bed, removing his thumb from your clit, ignoring how much he wanted to put it back there the moment you whimpered at the loss of his touch. 

“I’m gonna go get you some more water, okay, Dennis’ll stay with you,” he explained simply, getting off of the bed, grabbing the empty glass that was on your nightstand and leaving the bedroom before you had any chance to object.

Another pathetic sound came from you when Dennis removed his fingers from you.

“Shh it’s okay baby,” it’s okay, I’ve got you” he consoled you, pulling you closer into his chest; so that you were both in the same position you were both in when Jack arrived. 

“Don’t understand,” you muttered to him, wondering how you’d managed to end up getting this type of treatment after breaking a rule. 

“We just wanna take care of you, baby,” he cooed, stroking your sides. 

Jack re-entered the room, sitting back down on the bed with the glass of water in hand. 

He could tell you were still a little floaty, so didn’t dare hand you the drink; he simply held it against your lips, motioning for you to drink. 

And that’s exactly what you did, before giving him a puzzled look, still wanting a proper answer for why you weren’t getting punished. 

Jack knew what the look was about; he’d heard what you said to Dennis just moments before.

“Wanted to make you feel good baby girl,” was all that he said; still not really answering your question. 

“And there’s a lot more where that came from,” a third man’s voice spoke, causing your head to snap up to see Robby standing in the doorway; already removing his jacket and tossing it aside before joining you, Jack and Dennis on the bed. 

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You opened your eyes and glanced at the clock on your bedside table to see it was only 5:45am….which meant that you’d only had a maximum of two and a half hours sleep. 

You just wanted to sleep, was that really too much to ask for? 

And now you weren’t going to be able to; not simply because of the noise, no that would fade away into the distance in a few moments, you were sure of that. 

What wouldn’t fade away as easily was the ache in your chest that such a sound reminded you of. 

Of who it reminded you of. 

You hadn’t been doing great since Robby left to go on his sabbatical just under two months ago, thankfully you had Jack keeping you grounded.

He was the only other person who knew exactly how you felt and supported you through your feelings as best as he could. 

What made today even harder though, was that today was your birthday and because of an emergency, Jack got called into work at a ridiculously early hour of the morning despite the fact it was meant to be his night off.

Meaning that you were now waking up in bed alone; missing the two men you loved most.

You knew Jack would be home when he could; but you also knew that there was no guarantee that that’d be soon. 

You squeezed your eyes shut again, hoping that eventually you’d just drift back off to sleep.

You thought about Robby, even though it just made your heart ache more…thought about his smile, his deep chuckles that filled your ears early in the morning when you refused to get out of bed.

Thought about how his arms felt wrapped around you and Jack when you were all in bed together, how safe you felt, how warm, how loved. 

A stark contrast to the coldness of your bed right now, you tried to focus on the memories you had, hoping that if you closed your eyes and imagined it, you could make it real. 

You don’t know how long you were lying there, but at some point just as your body finally began to relax, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door unlocking. 

You didn’t bother opening your eyes, knowing that Jack would probably want to sleep a little before doing anything else.

You heard the bedroom door quietly creak open, you knew he was probably trying to work out if you were actually asleep or not. 

“Thought you’d be gone longer,” you mumbled sleepily, shifting over to make room for him on the bed, “come cuddle,”

The neediness in your voids was evident, but you didn’t care. 

You did need him and you weren’t ashamed of that. 

You waited for him to say something, a teasing retort on how needy you were or something along those lines, but instead you were met with silence. 

‘Odd’ that’s what you thought to yourself, scrunching your eyes slightly; but you didn’t push him to answer, believing that he’d probably just had a rough shift and didn’t want to talk.

The mattress dipped slightly as he joined you on the bed. 

“Missed you,” you whispered, reaching out for him.

But it was not Jack's hand that intertwined with yours. 

Your fingers brushed against a hand that felt different to Jacks, larger and calloused in different places, but no less familiar.

Your sleepy brain stalled, not daring to believe that the person on your bed was who you’d believed it to. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, yet your eyes remained shut, too scared to open them in fear that it was all just a dream.

But then that hand squeezed yours, and it felt real.

Too real to simply be a dream made up from your yearning heart.

“Robby…?”

You felt his thumb lightly rubbed over your knuckles as a small chuckle slipped from his lips. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of the all too familiar voice you’d missed so dearly. 

You stared at him for a brief moment, in utter disbelief before, tentatively reaching out and touching his cheek with your free hand, “You’re really here…?” 

“I’m really here, sweetheart,” He smiled, leaning into your touch without hesitation, wrapping his free hand around your wrist, holding yours in place. 

“But you weren’t meant to be back for another month?” 

“Did you really think I’d miss your birthday?” He asked softly with raised eyebrows. 

A small silence fell over the two of you as you processed what was going on. 

That this wasn’t a dream.

That he was really here. 

“Oh my god…” you breathed, launching yourself into his lap, your hands moving to wrap around the back of his neck, clinging on to him as though he’d vanish if you dared to let go. 

“Missed you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, trying to stop the tears from falling from your eyes, as his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

“Missed you too, sweetheart, so much,” he whispered in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the side of your head. 

And he had, he’d missed you and Jack so much.

Every morning he’d wake up and naturally reach out in bed for you or Jack before remembering he was alone.

Every time he’d seen something funny and wanted to tell you both.

He wanted to text or call you and Jack so many times, but he always talked himself out of it, mentally telling himself that it would hurt too much. 

He needed to go on this sabbatical, even though he knew he could potentially miss your birthday. 

He just needed space, from everything. 

And he knew the moment he heard your voice or Jacks, he’d come back. 

He focused on getting better, on getting his mind to a better place.

Was he 100% better? No.

But he was better than he had been, and that was enough; enough for him to allow himself to come home for your birthday. 

The creaking of the front door snapped both you and Robby out of your thoughts. 

“Baby?” Jack called out, an air of confusion in his voice.

You felt Robby’s shoulders tense a little at the sound of the familiar voice, making you pull back from his embrace slightly.   

He looked nervous. 

“You didn’t tell him you were coming home either?”

He shook his head, “thought it’d be nice to surprise you both,”

Though that was now a decision he wasn’t entirely sure was the correct one. 

“Well, shit,” Jack began, making both you and Robby turn to the entrance of the bedroom, “what a sight to come home to,”

Jack was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across his broad chest, his gaze landing on Robby first, before shifting to you, who was still curled up in Robby’s lap. 

A nervous laugh fell from Robby’s lips, “Hi, Jack,”

“You son of a bitch,” 

His words would’ve made you think that he was angry; but the grin that was spreading across his face proved that he wasn’t, as did the relief growing in his eyes. 

He crossed the room in three long strides, barely allowing time for Robby to brace himself before Jack wrapped him in a tight crushing hug.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes again as you watched their reunion; still sitting in Robby’s lap, one of his arms still loosely wrapped around your waist. 

“It’s good to have you home,” Jack whispered, cupping the back of Robby’s neck. 

“It’s good to be home,” Robby said gently, his eyes darting between you and Jack, “You both look exhausted,”

“So do you,” you pointed out, noticing the dark circles under Robby’s eyes. 

“Well,” Jack started softly, sitting down on your bed, next to Robby, “how’s about we all take a nap together, before starting a certain someone’s birthday celebrations,”

“Sounds like a perfect idea,” you agreed with a beaming smile on your face. 

With that, Robby lifted you off of his lap, shifting further up the bed until his back rested against the headboard, before pulling you closer into him again. 

You settled against his chest instantly, not allowing him to take off any of his clothes. 

“Someone’s needy,” he chuckled, leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on your lips before settling back against the headboard. 

“She’s missed you,” Jack said, carefully removing his prosthetic, placing it down by the side of the bed before shuffling up on the bed, “we both have,”

“Missed both of you,”  Robby admitted, a look of regret flashing over his eyes briefly before fading away. 

Jack’s hand found Robby’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze before he shifted closer, tucking himself against your back while you remained curled against Robby’s chest. 

It wasn’t the most comfortable of sleeping arrangements in the world, but neither you, Jack or Robby cared. 

After nearly two months apart, simply being able to touch one another felt like enough.

You all stayed there in a peaceful silence; soaking up the moment, as the rest of the world outside began to wake. 

All you could focus on was the sound ofRobby’s heartbeat beneath your ear and the touch of Jack’s fingers lazily tracing circles against your arm.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Jack whispered against your ear, kissing the shell of it softly before nuzzling into your neck. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Robby repeated, resting his head on top of yours. 

“Best birthday ever,” you yawned, all of the exhaustion you’d had from the loss of sleep since Robby left, finally catching up with you.

You could barely keep your eyes open, the warmth of the two men you loved beside you, lulling you to sleep.

“Love you both,” you managed to mumble, just loud enough for them both to hear, before your eyes fluttered shut. 

“We love you too baby,” Jack confessed, his hand reaching across you, meeting Robby’s half way, their hands clasping together over your waist.

“So much,” Robby continued, giving Jack's hand a gentle squeeze.

Within a few minutes, Jack and Robby both drifted off to sleep next to you; and for the first time in what felt like forever, all three of you were exactly where you'd been craving to be, in one another’s arms. 

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You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you tore your eyes away from the screen to look at Jack, who was now leaning against the desk. 

“You went out on your lunch break and got this?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“I also got you this,” he added, placing a brown bakery bag next to the takeaway coffee cup. 

You didn’t need to look inside to know what it was; the subtle smell of your favourite bakery treat floating in the air.

“Figured you’d forgotten to eat,” he continued, pushing the bag closer to you, silently hinting to you that you should take a minute and eat something now. 

“I was going to once I finished charting,” you attempted to defend your actions; when in reality, Jack was right and you’d just completely forgotten to eat. 

He simply hummed in response, his eyes still on you, waiting patiently for you to eat. 

So you did just that; you grabbed the bag, opened it and began to eat the bakery treat inside. 

You hadn’t realised how hungry you were until you started eating it; maybe that’s why a small moan of satisfaction nearly slipped past your lips as you took a bite of it. 

Thankfully, you were able to hold the sound back.

“Satisfied?” You questioned, after you’d taken a few more bites. 

“If you’re happy, I’m happy,” he smiled back at you, noticing how content you were by the small glimmer in your eyes.

That damn smile. 

You tried to ignore the butterflies that such a simple action caused in your stomach.    

“You’ll have to bring food for everyone else now, otherwise they’ll get jealous,” you pointed out, taking a small sip of the coffee he’d brought you. 

He simply shrugged his shoulders, completely unbothered by your words, “they’ll survive,”

“I don’t know,” you chuckled, “Shen loves his coffee,”

“Then he can buy his own,”

“So can I,” you stated softly, taking another sip of your coffee. 

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, leaning in slightly closer to you, his lips inches away from the shell of your ear, “but you’re different,”

You were sure that given the smirk on his face he could hear your heart hammering in your chest; a reaction to the words he’d whispered in your ear so simply. 

This wasn’t the first time Jack had said something that made your heart skip a beat and question what your relationship with him truly was. 

At first, you just thought the way he was with you was completely normal given his charming personality, but over the last few months you’d catch yourself wondering if maybe it was something more.

Wondering…and hoping.

“Major trauma inbound, two minutes,” Lena called out, making Jack step away from you with a wink. 

You went to stand up, all hope of going home on time disappearing, knowing that your charting would be put on the back burner until the incoming patient was stable. 

Jack gently pushed your shoulders, forcing you to sit back down in your chair, “Stay here, finish your charting,” 

Your eyes narrowed in confusion, “Jack-”

“One of us should at least stand a chance of finishing on time,” he continued with that damn smile, before rushing over to the entrance the paramedics would bring the patient through, briefing the team around him. 

You watched him for a second longer than you should have before forcing yourself to turn back to the computer, trying to block Jack out completely, knowing you’d get distracted. 

He seemed to be able to distract you so easily, just by entering a room sometimes. 

And he always seemed to know how to make you flustered; or how to make your heart beat quicker than it should around someone who was just a work colleague or friend. 

He made you feel a way that you never believed you’d be able to feel again…not since your husband's death. 

Your fingers moved across the keyboard, trying to ignore the sound of the sirens that echoed outside along with the organized chaos that was erupting only a few yards away.

“Thirty-five-year-old male!” One of the paramedics shouted as the stretcher burst through the doors, “High-speed hit and run.Found unconscious roadside. Severe chest trauma-”

You couldn’t hear anything after that; the words ‘hit and run’ bringing back memories that you’d boxed away deep inside your mind.

The knock at the door at five in the morning. 

The solemn look in the officers eyes as he took his hat off before saying the words, “I’m sorry, there’s been an accident,”

You remembered the way your knees had given out.

How you didn’t even register the crippling sound of your own heartbreak at first, not until the officer reached out to stop you from falling. 

In that very moment, your entire world simply fell apart. 

He was on his way to work, he’d taken an earlier shift so that he could spend the afternoon with you as it was your day off.

You were asleep when he left; you didn’t say goodbye or that you loved him, like you usually would before one of you went to work. 

He was only going to work…but he never came home…

And despite the police’s attempts, the driver was never found.

“We’re losing him,” you heard Shen call out, snapping you from your thoughts. 

You didn’t realise that your hands were shaking until you looked down at them; watching as they shook over the keyboard.

You tried to even out your breathing, knowing that it was erratic based on how bad you were shaking. 

You couldn't break down here. 

Not now. 

Not in front of all these people, people who would question what was wrong.

You knew they’d ask because they care; but you couldn’t bear to see the look in people’s eyes when you told them why you were upset. 

You needed to get out of here.

Your chair scraped across the floor as you stood, the sound hidden by the noise around you. 

You didn’t dare to glance into the room, knowing that seeing the man lying there would break what little resolve you were keeping together. 

You wanted to run.

To get away from all of this as fast as possible; but if you ran you were certain someone would notice, so you simply walked, clenching and unclenching your fists in an attempt to calm yourself down. 

You walked through the corridor, past the elevators and up the stairs until you reached the roof.

No one noticed you leaving.

Everyone was focused on the patient, or at least that’s what you believed. 

But Jack noticed.

He was placing a chest tube when his eyes flicked towards you.

He saw your face.

Saw tears slowly falling from your eyes. 

It took everything in him to not run out and comfort you; but he was a doctor first, and he had a patient to save and that’s what he had to focus on.

No matter how much it made his heart ache to watch you walk away. 

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The cold air of the night hit your face immediately, it hurt a little but you welcomed it, desperate to feel anything other than grief that was slowly overwhelming your heart. 

You crossed to the edge of the roof, wrapping your arms around yourself as the city stretched out beneath you.

Cars.

Headlights.

Loud music blaring into the night from clubs and pubs. 

Life continuing on as though nothing had happened; just like it had three years ago, when your husband died. 

You lifted out the chain around your neck that had been kept hidden under your scrubs, your fingers shaking as you touched the ring that dangled on the silver chain. 

Your wedding ring…

You felt the tears falling from your eyes as you stared at it. 

It’d been three years; three years of heartbreak, of healing, of learning how to try and cope with such a loss.

You don’t know why tonight those three words ‘hit and run’ affected you so much; this wasn’t the first case of a hit and run you’d been around within those three years, but for whatever reason it was. 

It was like you were re-living that horrible memory all over again. 

 You didn’t hear the door open behind you; too wrapped up in your memories and grief to really process anything. 

That was until an all too familiar voice managed to break through all of the noise inside your head. 

“I was wondering where you’d disappeared to,” he said, coming to stand at your side, before extending the takeaway coffee cup to you, “You forgot this,” 

You hesitated for a moment before taking it, the tips of your cold fingers brushing against Jack's warm hands.

For a while, neither of you said anything, you both just looked across at the city.

“That man…” you began breaking the silence that had settled between you, “…is he..?”

Alive? 

Dead? 

You didn’t know what the ending to the sentence was. 

“He’s stable,” Jack replied softly, turning to look at you as though he was trying to read your mind. 

You could feel his eyes on you, knew he was trying to figure out what was wrong, why you were upset, how he could help...

“I was married…” you whispered as you wiped away the tears running down your cheek, “Before I moved here…I was married and he…uh..”

You sniffled slightly, trying to keep yourself together, despite the lump in your throat that seemed to get bigger every time you tried to talk.

“He died in a hit and run,” you finally managed to say, daring to glance at Jack as you fiddled with the ring between your fingers. 

You expected to see the same sympathetic look that you saw in everyone’s eyes when you told them about your husband; and although there was sadness in his eyes, there was also something else…understanding. 

The type of understanding that can only come from experiencing it firsthand. 

Your eyes flicked from his to the ring that was on his left hand, silently asking a question you’d never dared to ask.

“My wife died a few years ago,” he said softly, looking down at the ring in his finger, “I’ve never been able to bring myself to take it off,”

“I know the feeling,” you breathed, “always felt like if I did, I’d be betraying him somehow,”

Jack simply nodded at your words, leaning forward onto the rail in front of him, 

Another wave of silence descended upon the two of you, but it was Jack who broke it this time, though his voice was so quiet you nearly didn’t hear him.

“I’d never considered moving on until I met you,” he admitted, knowing that his timing wasn’t the best, but also knowing that if he didn’t tell you now, he probably never would. 

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed, the confusion in your voice clear.

“When my wife died, I shut every part of myself off that wasn’t medicine. Work was easy. Work didn’t ask me to be okay, just to come in and do my job,”

You stayed silent, listening to him. 

“I flirted with patients because it made them smile or calmed them down, that’s all it ever was…until you,”

He turned his head to look at you, waiting for you to interrupt him, to tell him to shut up, but those words never came. 

“Flirting with you was different because when you flirted back in made my heart race,”

The laugh that came from him was almost self-conscious as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I started looking forward to night shifts because I knew you’d be there. I started bringing you coffee and food because I knew you’d forget to eat. And just somewhere along the way…” 

He shook his head briefly before continuing, “Somewhere along the way I stopped doing those things because you were my colleague, and started doing them because they made you smile, and I just love the way you smile,”

You didn’t know what to say; his words…his admission, practically stealing the air from your lungs.

All that wondering. 

All that hoping. 

All those times you told yourself that you were wrong; that he was simply flirty and charming with everyone.

And yet here he was, confessing that he’d fallen for you.

“I thought there was something wrong with me,” you confessed quietly, “For feeling…” 

You looked down at the wedding ring hanging around your neck, “For noticing someone else,” you hesitated for a brief moment, turning to look at Jack, “For noticing you,”

You noticed how his eyes softened at your words, and how a faint tinge of red warmed his cheeks, you wouldn’t have noticed it had it not been for the faint glow of city lights. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you reached your hand across the small space between you, placing it on top of his as you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Jack whispered, resting his head on top of yours, “it doesn’t mean you love him any less, the same way I don’t love my wife any less,”

You squeezed his hand softly; tilting your head back a little to look at him again, “so what do we do now?”

“How about we go downstairs, finish our shifts, and then I take you to breakfast, sound good?” He offered, with that damn gorgeous smile on his lips again. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, unable to stop the smile growing on your own lips, “breakfast sounds good,”

You squeezed his hand again before pulling away from him, taking a few sips of your coffee as you walked towards the door on the roof.

“You can even buy me another coffee,” you winked hearing a small chuckle come from Jack, as you opened the door, the two of you descending back down the stairs to finish your shifts. 

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Valko was already slightly worried about you by the time he reached your apartment building. 

He’d text you a few times in the last half an hour to say that he was finishing work early, that he was coming to see you and that he could pick up your favourite meal on his way to come and see you, but all of his messages were left unanswered.

So he tried calling. 

Only for his calls to go straight to voicemail. 

He tried not to panic; trying to believe that there was a logical explanation for your silence.

Something as simple as you’d fallen asleep, or that you had your phone on silent, or both together. 

At least that’s what he kept telling himself as he made his way up to your apartment. 

But all of those attempts at logical reasoning fell apart the very moment he stepped out of the elevator onto the floor that your apartment was on, because he could smell blood. 

Your blood. 

He practically ran down the hallway to your apartment, the metallic tang of your blood only getting stronger. 

It scared him. 

And Valko didn’t get scared. 

He hated it.

Hated how loud his own heartbeat sounded, drowning out everything else.

Hated how his hands were shaking as he took the key you’d given him from his pocket. 

Hated how he nearly broke the door of your apartment from its hinges as he shoved it open.

“Little moon!” he called out, as he entered your apartment the panic in his tone unmistakable. 

“I’m in the kitchen!” You replied back almost immediately, the sound of your voice nearly making Valkos knees give out as relief washed over him. 

He wasted no time in heading directly to the kitchen; seeing you standing there with a smile on your face and wooden spoon in your hand.

You’d been cooking dinner, completely unaware of the panic Valko had just been experiencing.

“You’re home early-” you started, your words to trailing off and smile faltering as you noticed a look you’d never seen in his eyes before.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, quickly placing the wooden spoon on the kitchen counter, before making your way over to him. 

“I should be asking you that, little moon,” he said simply, his voice low and his eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of exposed skin for the source of the blood. 

“Valko-”

“You’re hurt,” he stated, knowing that it was true even if he couldn’t see the wound. 

‘How did he know?’ You thought to yourself, the confusion on your face evident…until realisation kicked in.

He could smell it. 

Of course he could. 

He’s a werewolf… 

You felt stupid for not thinking about that fact sooner. 

“Valko-” you began again, taking another small step closer towards him, lightly reaching out to touch his arm gently,  “I’m okay,”

Your words seemed to do little to reassure the man standing in front of you. 

“How?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Misjudged a dodge against a wanderer,” you sighed with a small shrug, trying to brush the incident off, feeling annoyed and ashamed by your own stupid error.

“Where?” he asked quietly, one of his arm slipping behind your knees while the other wrapped securely around your back, lifting you off of the floor slightly, gently sitting you on top of the countertop, patiently waiting for you to answer.

You knew he wanted to see it, knew he needed to see it to know that you were truly okay. 

With a soft sigh, you lifted the hem of your shirt just enough to reveal the bandage wrapped around your ribs, a bandage that had a faint stain of dried blood on it.

Valko’s jaw clenched at the sight, his fingertips hovering over the bandage, careful not to touch it. 

“I thought…” his words trailed off as he shook his head, unable to finish the sentence, unable to vocalise his worst fear. 

But you knew what he was going to say and it made your heart sink knowing that you’d worried him so much.

“Why didn't you call me?”

You opened your mouth and quickly closed it again before answering,“I didn’t want you to leave work,”

“You think I would’ve stayed there?”

No. 

You knew he wouldn’t. 

Knew he would’ve dropped everything to be with you. 

Which is exactly why you didn’t call him. 

“I would have left,” he continued. “I would’ve come home to be with you,”

“I know,” you answered honestly, biting on the inside of your cheek as you looked down at the floor, “but it was such a stupid accident, it seemed silly to call you away from work because of it,”

The sound of low growl of slip past his lips in disagreement, as he hooked his  index finger under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his once again. 

“You being hurt isn’t just some ‘stupid accident’,” his golden eyes burning into yours, “okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled softly, squeezing his arm, hating how much fear and worry you could still see in his golden eyes.

“Good,” he breathed, searching your face for a long moment, as though you could disappear right in front of him if he so much as blinked.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised after a brief silence, squeezing his arm again before raising your other hand to face, caressing his cheek softly. 

He leaned into your touch immediately, placing a kiss on your palm briefly before placing your hand back onto his cheek. 

“Please, just tell me next time your hurt,” he pleaded, resting his head against yours, “if your hurt I want to know, I don’t care how stupid you think it is, or how little, I want to know,”

“I’ll call you,” you promised with a small smile on your lips. 

“Good,” he mumbled, burying his face against your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist, careful of your injury, but unwilling to let you go.

After everything he’d imagined in those terrifying minutes outside your apartment, simply holding you felt like a dream.

The dinner you’d been making was forgotten as the timer on the oven began to beep insistently from across the kitchen.

Reluctantly, Valko pulled away from you, heading over to the stove.

He’d barely made it two steps before you started to slide off the countertop.

“Absolutely not,” he stated, glancing over his shoulder at you, “You are not getting down.”

“Dinners going to burn,” you attempted to argue but he simply shook his head.

“I’ll finish dinner,” he replied, “you can supervise,”

You opened your mouth to argue, only for him to point the earlier discarded wooden spoon at you with a look that somehow managed to be a mixture of both stern and gentle.

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that fell from your lips as he turned his focus to the pan, awaiting your instructions. 

For the first time since stepping out off the elevator, the knot around his heart finally began to unravel, as he settled into his role as chef, obediently listening to your instructions and following them with ease. 

This is what he wanted, more than anything else, more than money or power; he simply wanted a life with you, where you were safe.

And as long as he could help it, he’d do everything in his power to keep it that way.

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The arrangement that you and Robby have is nothing more than casual fucking. 

A way to relieve stress after a long day at work without having to give an explanation or delve too deep into painful details of the day either one of you had gone through. 

It worked. 

You and he still went on dates with other people occasionally; having both agreed that the causal relationship between the two of you could stop at any time if either of you wanted to try a more serious relationship with the person you or he had been on dates with. 

The only rule as such within this was that you both communicated with one another; meaning that you would tell Robby when you had a date and he would do the same. 

More so neither of you would be interrupted whilst on the date.

It was a simple rule. 

One that both of you had been pretty good at sticking too. 

So when one of your best friends set you up on a date with one of their guy friends, of course you told Robby. 

You expected him to have the same old usual response he always did, a small nod,  followed by a smile and him simply saying, “let me know when you’re home just so I know you haven’t been abducted”.

That’s not what happened this time though. 

Instead after you told him, he only replied with a blunt, “right, okay”.

The bluntness of his answer and the shortness in his voice caught you off guard, you were going to ask him about it, but you didn't get a chance to before a critical patient came in and he vanished to help them. 

You wondered if it was just because he was stressed out today and was wanting to relieve some of that stress by fucking you tonight, which now obviously wasn’t going to happen. 

But then when the end of your shift came around, he was still acting weird. 

“I need you to help me with this trauma we’ve got coming in,” he said just as you were pulling your bag from your locker. 

“Robby my shifts finished,” you answered back, wondering why on earth he needed you to stay when most of the night shift was already here. 

“Look, I get you’re going on a date tonight, but I hardly think that is more important than saving someone’s life,”

“I’m sorry?” You retorted, gobsmacked by what he’d just said and hurt by the implication of his words. 

A date was not more important than someone’s life. 

And you would’ve stayed if you knew that there weren’t people here already to help him with the incoming patient. 

“I think you need to re-evaluate your priorities if you wanna get anywhere in this field,” he continued harshly.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could Jack appeared. 

He looked between you and Robby very obviously sensing the tension that was hanging heavy in the air between the you and Robby. 

“What’s going on?” He asked calmly, as though asking the question could make whatever this was that was simmering between the two of you, explode into a full blown argument.

Neither of you answered.

You stared at Robby, waiting for him to explain why he had suddenly decided to question your commitment to your job after working alongside you for as long as you had been.

Robby rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“We’ve got a major trauma inbound,” he said stiffly, “I just thought another pair of hands would help.”

Jack looked at Robby, frowning at his friend's answer, knowing well enough that there was more to it than what he was being told. 

He knew Robby well enough to know that when his tone was like this, he was lying, usually because he knew that he’d said something he shouldn’t. 

And if it wasn't obvious enough in his friends response, it was evident by the look of hurt and anger that was growing in your eyes.

Jack's gaze shifted towards you, his eyes soft and voice gentle as he said, “You can go kid, we’ve got this,”

You didn’t hesitate. 

As soon as you heard those words, you slipped past the two attendings and left to go and get ready for your date, purposely trying to forget the interaction you’d just had with Robby. 

~~~~~~

You’d tried to enjoy the date your friend had set you up on, you really did. 

But you couldn’t. 

Not really. 

Your mind kept drifting to Robby. 

To what he’d said. 

To how his whole demeanour seemed suddenly cold towards you the minute you told him you were going on a date. 

It didn’t make any sense to you and that just infuriated you more. 

He’d basically ruined your date without even being there.

You sighed as you unlocked the front door to your apartment, hanging your bag and jacket on the hook in the hallway before kicking your shoes of and heading into the living room.

The apartment was dark except for the lamp in the living room; the small glow of the lamp making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You were certain you turned the lamp off this morning before you went to work...

Cautiously you entered the living room, only to be greeted by the last person you expected to see tonight.

Robby was sitting on your sofa, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together...he'd been waiting for you.

"How was your date?" He asked, as though it was the most normal question in the world, like he hadn't just insulted you and your commitment to your job.

“What the fuck Robby? What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice a mix of annoyance and shock.  

“You gave me a key,” he answered simply, rising to his feet, holding the key between his thumb and forefinger, glistening in the lamplight.

“I gave you that key for emergencies,” you corrected, fighting the urge to snatch it from him, “and it doesn’t look like there is one so why are you here?”

He rubbed his free hand over the back of his neck, trying to work out what to say.

He knew he’d hurt you and that he deserved the rage in your voice, but still being on the receiving end of your anger, of your hurt, made his heart hurt. 

Knowing that it was all his fault made it worse. 

“I… wanted to talk.”

“About my priorities? About how I value a date over people’s lives? How I basically shouldn’t continue training to be a doctor?” You snapped, fury burning deep in your eyes. 

He looked physically pained as you recited the words he’d spoken earlier back to him. 

And normally you’d care.

But you were too angry and to hurt to care right now. 

“No,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, “I came to apologize and explain-"

“Explain?” You interrupted, barely recognising the sharpness in your own voice.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, it didn’t work. 

“You don’t get to stand there and give me an explanation as to why I need re-evaluate my priorities after everything we’ve been through,”

Robby didn’t say anything, he just stared at you, listening to you. 

“And as for an apology do you really think an apology can fix this?” 

No; of course he didn't.

He just wanted to be honest with you...that was the only reason why he was here.

He knew he'd hurt you, and all he wanted to hold you,  console you, comfort you; in the hopes that it would take away all the hurtful words he’d said because he was too scared to admit his feelings.

But he couldn’t. 

He knew that right now, that wouldn’t help the situation at all. 

“I thought you knew me,”

“I do….”

And he did. 

He knew you. 

He knew how dedicated you were to your job, starting thirty minutes early before your shift just so you could get prepared for the day. 

He knew that you often missed lunch or took a shorter break if it meant that you could stay with a frightened patient.

Just last week you stayed behind for hours whilst a little girl was in theatre because she’d been so scared going into it and begged for you to be there when she woke up. 

But he didn’t just know you in a professional way…he knew you so much more personally and intimately than that. 

He knew you took your coffee with one sugar when you were exhausted, but black when you were stressed because you forgot to add anything else.

He knew you hummed random tunes under your breath when you were writing notes.

That you always tucked your hands into the sleeves of oversized hoodies when you were upset.

He also knew exactly where to press his lips against your neck to make you laugh because his beard tickled the side of your neck.

He knew how to make the bad day you’d had fade away whilst he fucked your brains out. 

And how you always wanted cuddles afterwards, even if you didn’t ask for them. 

“Apparently you don’t,” You shook your head, tears of frustration brimming in your eyes, “otherwise you wouldn’t have said something like that,”

His gaze dropped to the floor, “I don’t have an excuse for what I said,”

“No,” you agreed, “you don’t,”

It felt like the silence between the two of you dragged on for an eternity, even though it had probably only been for a few minutes. 

“I was angry,” he admitted quietly, breaking the silence. 

“At me?”

“No,” he answered quickly. 

You frowned, his answer confusing you even more than before, “Then who?”

“Myself,” he said, letting out a shaky breath, “for not being honest with you,”

“About what?” 

“I’ve been lying to you and to myself,” he admitted quietly, taking a few steps towards you, you didn’t move backwards, you stayed exactly where you were. 

“I told myself this arrangement worked because it was easy…no expectations, no chance of getting hurt…” he continued, “but somewhere along the way things changed…my feelings changed…and I…I fell in love with you.”

His confession pretty much knocked the air from your lungs, for a moment it was like you’d forgotten how to breathe.

He took another step towards you, closing the distance between the two of you, “When you told me you were going on that date….I got jealous, I hated the idea of you being with someone else and instead of admitting that, I lashed out at you and I’m so sorry I did,”

“You really hurt me,” you whispered honestly, wrapping your arms around yourself, as though trying to shield yourself from the memories of his words. 

“I know I did,” he acknowledged, his voice filled with regret, “and if you want me to leave, I’ll leave,”

His words made your chest tighten. 

You didn't want him to go...not really...

“if you wanna tell me this is over and you never want to see me again…I’ll completely understand, hell I’d deserve it, I just didn’t want the last thing I said to you to be a lie…”

You were processing what he’d said; it was a lot of information to take in all at once. 

Especially because despite constantly trying to ignore your feelings for Robby, you felt the same as he did. 

You were in love with him.

But you knew he’d never really been one for relationships so you just kept your feelings to yourself, believing that you could never have anything more with him. 

That’s why you continued to go on dates…more to distract yourself from your own feelings for a man you knew you could never have.

Yet now here that man was, confessing his love for you. 

“I’ll go,” he said hoarsely, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You watched as he reluctantly took a step backwards away from you, placing the key you'd given him on the side table before heading towards the door that led to the hallway.

“Robby,” 

The minute he heard his name fall from your lips, he stopped instantly.

“If you walk out that door…I’m going to assume you didn’t actually want me to stop you.”

Slowly, he turned back towards you.

“Do you really think I kept going on dates because I wanted someone else?” You questioned, shaking your head, “I wanted you, I just kept going because you never asked me not to,”

Before either of you could second guess it, Robby crossed the room, his hands rising to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. 

“If I kiss you,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours, your lips inches apart from one another's, “I’m not pretending this is casual anymore.,

“Robby...” you breathed, “I love you, I don’t want this to be casual-”

Robby’s lips were on yours before you could even finish your sentence. 

The kiss was nothing like all the others you’d previously shared.

There was no desperation born from a bad shift. 

No silent agreement that this was simply another way to forget the day. 

No invisible line either of you was pretending not to cross.

It was slow.

But filled with a passion that made your heart thrum rapidly in your chest. 

“No more casual?” You whispered your question against his lips, your eyes flicking up from his lips to his eyes. 

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, “no more casual,”

He didn’t say anything else; he simply kissed you again. 

Your fingers slid beneath the collar of his shirt deepening the kiss,  as his fingers instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer than you thought you could be to him. 

“You know,” he mumbled, briefly pulling his lips away from yours, “I did come here to apologize,”

“You did,"

“I don’t suppose you’re ready to forgive me yet?”

“Not yet” you began, snaking your arms around the collar of his shirt, slowly running your hands through his hair, "guess you’re going to have to show me how sorry you really are”

“That,” he said, giving you a quick peck before trailing his lips down your neck, softly sucking on the sensitive spot that he knew would elicit a moan from you, “is a challenge I’m more than happy to accept,"

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“Please let me go, Jackie,” you begged, using your best puppy dog eyes as you stared at your boyfriend, hoping that they would get him to agree to what you were asking. 

It wasn’t a big thing. 

All you wanted to do was go to a club tonight with Dennis and Trinity. 

Trinity had mentioned it a few days ago and both you and Dennis had made sure to behave for Robby and Jack in order to go. 

Robby was fine with Dennis going, not that you really expected otherwise. But because he’d said yes to Dennis going, it was down to Jack to give you permission to go. 

“Denny’s going, so I’ll be looked after,” you continued your plea trying to reassure him that you would be absolutely fine.

You glanced over at Dennis, who was sitting on the arm of Robby’s chair and he simply gave you a small smile and a short nod, clearly wanting to not overstep by saying anything. 

Much like Robby who was sitting in said chair, eyes completely focused on the book he was reading. 

“I don’t know, baby girl,” Jack said honestly, his words turning your attention back to him as his eyes flicked between you and Dennis.

“Please,” you begged again, “We'll text you every hour so you know we're okay, and we’ll only be out for a few hours, right Denny?”

“Right,” Dennis confirmed truthfully, having already told Robby he wasn’t going out for the whole night.

“Okay, fine,” Jack sighed with a somewhat defeated tone as he rose to his feet, taking a few steps towards you.

“You’re serious?” You replied back, the shock clearly evident in your voice as he took a few steps towards you. 

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” you beamed, throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him tight as his answer sunk in. 

He couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips at how excited you were about going, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

Trying desperately to ignore the anxiety he had about you going was still burning a hole in his brain.

It’s not that he didn’t trust you, of course he did. He’d just seen so many people come into the E.D after a night out gone wrong, and the thought of you being one of them made his stomach twist around in knots. 

But Dennis was going, and he trusted Dennis to look after you, the same way you’d look after him. 

He also knew that Trinity would put anyone in their place if someone even dared to touch either of you.

Jack pulled back slightly, his hands rising to your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him, his eyes meeting yours, “But you text me every hour; if you’re a minute late I’m coming to the club to get you, understand?”

“Understood,” you answered back with a smile that melted his heart. 

“Go on then, go get ready,” he said, letting his hold on your cheeks go.

“Thank you, Jackie,” you repeated, pressing a small peck onto his lips before grabbing Dennis’ arm, practically running upstairs with him to go and get ready.

“You know she has you wrapped around her little finger, right?” Robby stated, staring at Jack from the top of his book. 

“I know,” Jack replied honestly; and he did, of course he did. 

He just hated saying no to you. 

“Much like Whitaker with you though,” Jack reminded his best friend, knowing that he was exactly the same with Dennis. 

“Touché,” Robby mumbled, his attention refocusing  back on his book; both of them silently hoping that they weren’t going to regret their decisions to let the ones they loved go clubbing without them. 

~~~~~~

You weren’t wearing anything drastic, jeans, a vest that exposed a small part of your cleavage and boots; that was it. 

You knew you were already lucky to be going out to a club in the first place, the last thing you wanted to do was push that luck. Wven if Jack would’ve been fine with it (which you knew he probably wouldn’t be), Robby definitely wouldn’t be and given that he was the one that was dropping you and Dennis off at the club, you decided to play it safe in regards to what you were wearing. 

“Remember, texts to me and Jack every hour,” Robby reminded as you and Dennis both got out of the car. 

“Of course,” Dennis nodded, leaning over the console in the middle of the car to kiss Robby on the lips before getting out of the car. 

“We’ll be careful,” you promised, leaning forward from your seat in the back to give him a kiss on the cheek, before following Dennis towards the club. 

“I still can’t believe they agreed to let us come,” you mumbled to Dennis as you both made your way to the entrance of the club to meet Trinity.

“Me neither,” Dennis agreed, still shocked that Robby and Jack agreed to it. 

They were protective partners. 

Fiercely protective. 

But it was only because of the love they had for you Dennis; they didn’t want anything to happen to either of you.

But both Robby and Jack knew that they couldn’t keep you and Dennis away from the world, you were both young and needed to enjoy it, so if that meant agreeing for you both to go clubbing for a few hours, they would manage that. 

Just about. 

“There you both are!” Trinity said, her voice louder than usual to be heard over the beat of the music blaring inside.

“C’mon I need a drink,” she continued, linking her arm with yours as she walked you towards the door; you grabbed Dennis’ hand as she pulled you towards the entrance, excitement buzzing in your veins. 

Robby waited outside in the car until he saw you, Dennis and Trinity disappear into the club. 

Part of him was tempted to just stay outside in case anything happened; but he was so exhausted from his shift today that he could barely keep his eyes open.

He knew if there were any issues, you or Dennis would call, and he knew that if he was needed he could get here in ten minutes if he broke the speed limits.

With that thought in mind, Robby text Jack to say that he’d dropped you and Dennis off and that you were both with Trinity, before driving back home.

The minute he was home, he headed for bed, making sure to take his phone off of silent mode and turn the volume all the way up, so he could hear it if it rang and so he’d be able to hear the chime of texts coming through every hour. 

~~~~~~

The first hour passed by quickly.

You, Dennis and Trinity had claimed a small table tucked away from the dance floor, laughing over mocktails for you and Dennis while Trinity happily worked her way through some bright blue cocktail that she insisted ‘tasted better than it looked’.

And given the way she finished it so quickly; you believed that she must’ve been right. 

“Hour’s up,” Dennis said as he pulled his phone from his pocket, stopping the alarm that he’d set before you’d both left the house. 

Dennis: Everything’s good. We’re both safe, Y/n/ns  eaten fries she stole from my plate, and Trinity’s threatening anyone who looks at us funny.

Dennis quickly typed out the promised text message to Robby and Jack; and within seconds Jack had already replied back. 

Jack: Good. Have fun, both of you. And stay safe!

A few moments later Robby replied. 

Robby: Just remember to be careful.

You couldn’t help but snort at the protective message from Jack and Robby, always so overprotective. 

“They’re ridiculous,” you chuckled, leaning into Dennis as he put his phone back in his jean pocket.

“Only because they love us,” Dennis whispered back, placing a small kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re all sickening,” Trinity said seriously but the smirk that tugged on her lips was enough for both you and Dennis to know she wasn’t actually serious. 

Before either you or Dennis could respond; the music changed to something faster. 

A song Trinity clearly loved given how quickly she finished her cocktail before practically jumping to her feet, pulling you up with her, “Dancefloor time!”

You happily followed her lead, your other hand still linked with Dennis; the three of you making your way to the crowded dancefloor. 

It was exactly what you’d hoped tonight would be.

Normal.

Fun.

Carefree.

You danced until your feet were beginning to ache and laughed until your sides hurt.

Dennis spun you around dramatically before nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Graceful,” you teased with a smirk tugging at the side of your mouth. 

“I meant to do that,” he contested with a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Sure you did Huckleberry,” Trinity replied, rolling her eyes, making all three of you burst out laughing again. 

Eventually, you wandered back toward the edge of the dance floor for a breather while Dennis headed to the bar to grab another round of drinks.

Meanwhile, Trinity was talking to you about her situationship with Dr Garcia. 

Of course you listened; what friend wouldn't? But in all honesty you didn’t really know what to say to her, any advice you could give her now was advice you and Dennis had given her already. 

You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off when you felt a hand grip your wrist; instinctively you jumped and turned around. 

“You’re really p-pretty,” a man, who was clearly drunk, hiccupped as he staggered closer to you, his hold on your wrist tightening, “come dance with me,”

“No thank you,” you answered politely, trying to pull away from him subtly, not wanting to cause any trouble.

But the man didn’t let go.

“I said come and dance with me,” he repeated, tugging you away from Trinity; you tried to stay still, to keep your feet planted firmly where they were. 

“Trin-” you managed to call out, but the man tugged your arm again causing your foot to catch the edge of someone else’s shoe, tripping you up.

“Y/n!” You heard Trinity shout, but it was already too late. 

Everything seemed to happen too slow and too fast all at once. 

Too slow to not be aware of the fact that you were indeed falling: but too fast to be able to try and regain your balance.

The drunk man’s grip slipped from your wrist as you began to fall forwards, only for your shoulder to clip another person, making your body spin slightly before you landed on the floor with a thud. The side of your head cracking sharply against the hard floor.

A groan fell from your lips as you lifted your head up, your hand instantly moving to the side of your head that the pain was shooting through. 

Dennis was there before you even managed to properly register what had happened.

“Y/n/n!”

His voice cut through the music as he dropped the drinks he’d just collected, plastic cups crashing to the floor, mocktails splashing across the tiles as he shoved through the crowd.

“Baby,” he said breathlessly, falling to his knees beside you, “hey, look at me,”

You did as he asked, your watery y/e/c eyes meeting his. 

“Denny…my head hurts…” you whisper as he carefully moved your hand away so he could assess the injury, unable to stop yourself from wincing in pain 

“I know baby, I know,”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Trinity yelled, making you flinch slightly, everything seeming so much louder now.

She’d planted herself directly between you, Dennis and the drunken man, every inch of her body screaming don’t even think about it.

“I just wanted a dance,” slurred the drunken man nonchalantly.

“You grabbed her!” Trinity continued as the music slowly died off, turning everyone’s attention to the scene unfolding before them, “she tried to get away and you just kept on pulling her!”

Before the man could say anything, security rushed over clearly noticing the commotion that was occurring on the dance floor, 

“What happened?” He asked calmly, stepping between Trinity and the drunken man, his eyes narrowing in concern as he looked at you. 

“What happened is this dick couldn’t take no for a fucking answer,” Trinity seethed, “he asked my friend to dance, she said no, but he didn’t wanna hear that so decided to drag her over anyway causing her to fall and whack her head on the floor,”

Had you not been in so much pain you would’ve  wanted the ground to swallow you up as all eyes darted between you and the drunken man; but as it was, all you could do was focus on Dennis as he asked you questions, clearly trying to gauge if you had a concussion. 

They were simple questions like: 

‘What’s your name?’

‘Do you know what day it is?’  

‘Do you know where we are?’ 

All of which you answered easily, reassuring him. 

But the next set of answers you gave were not as reassuring. 

“Blurred vision?” 

“Not anymore,” you answered back. 

“Do you have a headache?”

You nodded slowly.

“Do you feel sick?”

“A little,” you replied, knowing that your answers to those two questions meant that you would have to go to hospital; which meant telling Robby and Jack about what happened. 

Dennis nodded knowing what your answers meant as well. 

“It’s okay, baby, you’re gonna  be okay,” he tried to assure you, placing one of his hands on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“He’s being kicked out,” Trinity spoke, kneeling down on the opposite side of you, placing her hand on your shoulder carefully, fury still burning clearly in her eyes, “and they’ve already called for an ambulance to come and get you,”

“I don’t need-”

“Yes you absolutely do,” Trinity interrupted, not in a harsh way but in a firm way. 

“She’s right,” Dennis continued,  “you know she is, especially with the symptoms you’ve got,” 

“Robby and Jack are never gonna let me out the house again,” you breathed, glancing at Dennis, “are they?”

“Probably not,” Dennis answered, “at least maybe not for a little while,”

As if on cue, Dennis’ phone vibrated, he pulled it from his pocket seeing Robby’s name illuminating the screen.

Within all the chaos he’d missed the alarm reminder to text him and Jack with any updates; and the time was now five minutes past the hour...

So now it meant that he was going to have to explain this over a call, knowing that Robby and Jack would probably already be pacing with worry, anxiously waiting for an answer. 

For a moment, you considered asking Dennis not to tell Robby; you knew he’d had a long day and the last thing you wanted to do was drag him back to the place he’d only been out of for just five hours. He needed to sleep; needed to rest so that he could be ready for tomorrow's shift. 

But you also knew that Dennis wouldn’t lie to Robby, and that sooner or later he would find out because Jack would tell him the minute you arrived at the hospital. 

And you knew that there was no way Dennis was going to take you home without having you checked over properly first. 

Besides, you wouldn’t be able to act like you were totally fine, not with how your head was pounding. 

Robby would know.

And you also didn’t want to lie to him. 

Dennis explained what had happened; and you desperately tried to ignore what he was saying, hating the fact that you’d fundamentally ruined the night out. 

And you were going to cause Robby and Jack to worry. 

“He’s going to meet us at the hospital,” Dennis said softly, sliding his phone away again. 

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, leaning closer into Dennis, “I ruined our night out,”

He simply shook his head, “You have absolutely nothing to apologise for, baby, you didn’t ruin anything.”

“But-”

“This isn’t your fault,” Trinity stated matter of factly, leaving little room for argument.

“Exactly,” Dennis finished,  his thumb stroking your knuckles, “So stop apologising for something someone else did, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, not totally convinced by Trinity or Dennis’ words, but given how your head was still hurting and a wave of exhaustion was washing over you, you chose to agree rather than argue with them. 

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It made them think less like the tactical soldiers he knew they were; but just as simply men, trying to act as white knights to save the day. 

To save you from him. 

It was a foolish act of course; and he was almost certain that John and Simon knew that. 

They were smart enough to know that everything he’d planned out was a trap. 

Yet here they were; willingly walking into it anyway. 

For you. 

Risking their lives, for you. 

It made Shepherd think. 

He couldn’t help but be slightly fascinated by you. 

You weren’t anyone special.

A barista at a coffee shop; with no family except an aunt who lived hours away. 

Based on your school records you weren’t dumb but you weren’t exactly smart either; you were simply average. 

Sure you were pretty, and based on what Graves had divulged in the early days of your relationship with him, you were funny as well. 

But he couldn’t work out how looks and humor had managed to make not only the task force fall for you, but to make Graves fall for you too. 

How you had made John and Simon think with such haste; willingly putting their lives at risk to save you. 

He watched on the security cameras as the two men came into view, breaking free from the cover the trees had provided them; it was only for a brief second; before Simon threw a knife at the camera, cutting the feed. 

But it was enough. 

Enough for Shepherd to know that his plan was going to work. 

That he’d drawn them into his trap as simply as luring bees to honey.

“Looks like it’s showtime boys,” Shepherd said with a smirk, into his comms to the leader of the covert team. 

John and Simon were good soldiers; reluctantly he’d even admit they were some of the best he’d ever seen; but two men were no match for the covert team he’d assembled. 

This wasn’t about skill. 

It was about numbers. 

Perhaps if the other two members of the 141 team were present, they might’ve stood a chance of getting out of this alive; but they weren’t. 

They were watching over you. 

He didn’t need proof to know it; because he knew they were just as sentimental as their partners. 

Just as foolish. 

Two men versus fifty highly trained soldiers; to some it may seem extreme to have that many soldiers against them; but Shepherd wasn’t taking any chances. 

He didn't want them dead. 

There was no fun in that. 

No. 

He simply needed to capture and contain them until Graves helped him execute the rest of his plan. 

Until you and Graves were married. 

He knew that Kyle and Johnny wouldn’t be drawn away from you easily; it would leave you without protection.

But if they saw footage of their other loved ones being tortured and beaten, it would make them act rashly. 

They would rush in consequences be damned, thinking that they were above it all, probably thinking that they’d be able to save everyone…you, Y/f/n, Y/a/n, John and Simon. 

But they wouldn’t be able to and only when it was too late would that reality hit them. 

The reality that they’d have to choose.

The question that Shepherd wasn’t entirely certain on, was who they would choose. 

The four men of the 141 had been through so much together, shared so much history…how could you mean more to them then John and Simon. 

But he himself would be foolish to not expect and plan for every possible scenario. 

The only thing he had to ensure was that in every scenario; there was a consequence, something that would break the members of the 141.

He didn’t care if that meant forcing you into a marriage with Graves.

Killing Y/f/n or Y/a/n; before working down the list of others you loved, to turn you against your ex partners. 

Torturing John and Simon well beyond their breaking points and making sure Johnny and Kyle were there to witness it; reminding them that the only reason this was happening was because of you.

Making them resent you.

Making their feelings for you become twisted. 

That wasn’t an ideal option.

It would take time to break these men. Men that had been trained to undergo intense interrogation sessions. 

But Shepherd knew that everyone had a breaking point when it came to torture. 

The final option was killing you.

But you were so much more use to him alive. 

And if he killed you, then there was every possibility that Graves would become a problem. 

An easily solvable problem. 

But a problem nonetheless. 

And that was something he didn’t want to deal with. 

~~~~~

You’d barely slept. 

Your mind was running in circles all night; trying to figure out a plan where Johnny and whoever else was in the car with him, could get you out of this mess. 

But no matter what plan you made up in your head; someone ended up dying. 

They could easily kill Y/f/n while they were still in hospital; it’s not exactly like they could attempt to fight back or call for help. 

And you knew somehow their death would simply be brushed aside; that the injuries they’d sustained from the crash were too much or that they tried to wake from the coma and their heart couldn’t handle it….there were so many ways that they could get away with killing Y/f/n, and you knew that the moment you were discharged from hospital that that risk would only increase. 

Then there was Y/a/n…sure she stood more of a chance, slightly, in a sense that she could run, or hide or scream; but you doubted that would make much of a difference. 

Shepherd and the men that worked for him were trained soldiers. 

Experts in killing people and leaving no trace. 

Your aunt's death would be non-existent to the world. 

So you were stuck. 

Stuck trying to work out how you could save them from what nightmare  you’d become entangled in. 

What concerned you more was the fact that the car was still outside; it had moved spaces, but remained visible to you.

The comfort of knowing that you weren’t alone fading away with every moment that passed knowing that they could get caught…that people you loved could suffer for such actions; and that they wouldn’t be there to stop it.

You felt like you were going crazy. 

Unable to stop yourself from thinking ‘How could this be my life?’ 

Eventually, you must’ve dozed off because when you woke, rays of sunlight were beaming into your room. 

You glanced at the clock on the wall, rubbing your eyes sleepily before letting out a short sigh.

It was nearly visiting hours. 

You knew Y/a/n would be here, of course she would, she was worried about you. 

But you wished she wasn’t here at all; wished you didn’t have to lie to her, wished that she wasn’t at risk of getting killed.

And of course, Phillip would be here too, you’re lying, manipulating, Fiance who you had to pretend was doting on you and giving you all the support you needed. 

It made your stomach twist in knots. 

Made the blood in your veins run hot with rage. 

What you wouldn’t give to just punch him the moment he walked in. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, relishing in the brief moments you knew you had before the act you’d been portraying, resumed. 

You let out a short breath as you heard the door open, expecting Phillip to be first one to arrive, eager to get to you and remind you of what was at stake if you didn’t follow his plan.

But it wasn’t. 

It was Y/a/n. 

“Good morning, my girl,” she chimed as she entered the room, “I stayed at the hotel last night since it was already paid for,”

You opened your eyes to see her carrying two cups of coffee, Ortega following closely behind her, making your aunt scowl in annoyance. 

She placed the coffees down on the small table next to you, before shrugging her coat off her shoulders and throwing it around the back of the chair next to you. 

“Who is he?” She asked quietly, after placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“A friend of Phillip’s,” you explained simply, hoping that your answer would be enough to keep questions at bay. 

And in a way it did. 

She didn’t ask you any more questions; she simply turned to Ortega and asked him to leave. 

He didn’t.

Which clearly infuriated and confused your aunt. 

You knew Ortega wasn’t allowed to leave you in the room with somebody else unless Phillip was present. 

But obviously, Y/a/n was none the wiser to this. 

So she simply kept on going, rising to her feet to challenge the man standing at the door. 

“You are not family, nor are you a friend of my nieces,” she began, “You are a friend of her fiancés and whilst he is not here, and I am, you can wait outside.”

Ortega shifted in the spot slightly, not out of fear but of uncertainty. 

You had no doubt if this wasn't a hospital, he’d shoot her where she stood. 

His eyes flicked to you, hoping that you would intervene and stop your aunt from getting him to leave the room, you had to bite back the growing smirk on your lips. 

“Y/a/n, it’s okay honestly-” 

“No,” she stated back firmly, her eyes never leaving Ortega, “I want to talk to my niece alone, now you can either wait outside or I’ll call the nurses and get you removed by security,”

You had to admit even you were caught off guard by her words and the harshness in her tone. 

Ortega looked at you again; but there was nothing you could do really. 

You’d tried (admittedly not that hard, but saying anything more would cause your aunt to be suspicious). 

Reluctantly with a scowl on his lips, Ortega left the room; you knew he’d call Phillip about this, and the moment of time you had without being watched by him or Ortega would be brief. 

“Honestly, some people,” Y/a/n huffed, shaking her head as she walked back over to you. 

“How’re you doing anyway, Y/n/n?” she asked, sitting on the side of the bed, her hand finding yours, giving it a light squeeze. 

“I’m okay,” you answered with a smile that for the first time in a while, didn’t feel forced. 

“You look tired,” she said softly, “I can imagine it’s been hard to get much rest given everything that’s happened,”

You nodded in agreement, “it has,”

It was the truth; and Y/a/n didn’t even know any of it really. 

Y/a/n reached into her pocket quickly, pulling out her phone and putting on her favourite radio station, nostalgia hitting you in waves as it was the same radio station she always listened to when you were a kid.

“Thought this might help distract you,” she explained before you could even question why she was playing it, “beats hearing all the noise of the hospital,”

Well that was certainly true; you hadn’t really realized how accustomed you'd grown to sound of the chatter,  heartbeat monitors beeping and phones at desk ringing. 

It was a nice reprieve. 

She gave your hand another squeeze before softly pulling you into a hug. 

“The nurses said four men were with you when you first came here,” She whispered, quiet enough that you were almost certain any recording device in the room wouldn’t hear her question over the sound of the radio. 

You tried not to react ; knowing that if there was any recording device hidden in the room, the slightest shocked look would give away that Y/a/n was stepping into dangerous territory with her words. 

Before you could even ask how she knew; she asked a question that made your heart sink. 

“Did they do this?”

“No,” you mumbled into her shoulder, reciprocating the hug.

They hadn’t done this.

Not really. 

They weren’t the ones driving the car that caused Y/f/n to crash.

They weren’t the ones threatening people you loved. 

All they were doing was trying to protect you.

Protect you from the your Fiance and the man he worked for were.

“Did Phillip?”

You felt your heart stop for a second; for a moment you thought about trying to protect him, not for his sake, but for the people you needed to protect. 

It was Shepherd more than it was Phillip; but Phillip was still a part of it all. 

You didn’t need to say anything; your silence told your aunt what she needed to know. 

“Johnnys outside,” you whispered before your mind could fully comprehend what you were saying, your arms shielding your mouth making it unable to check what it was you were saying.

“Where?”

You gave her the description of the car you’d seen, even in the dimly lit hospital car park you could make out part of the registration number and colour, all Y/a/n needed to do was find it. 

“You can’t talk to them here though,” you muttered quickly, not knowing how much time you had left before Phillips' arrival. 

“Why?” She asked, clearly confused by your statement. 

You wished you had more time to tell her, to explain everything that happened and what you were being threatened with, but there was no time for that. 

“He’ll explain,” you replied back, not really answering her question, doing so would simply lead to more questions, “you just need to be careful,”

You gave her a quick squeeze before pulling back from her embrace.

“How was the hotel?” You asked, changing the subject, hoping that your aunt would get the hint and move on from the previous topic of conversation.

Thankfully, Y/a/n did; and she went on to talk about how the bed wasn’t very comfortable and how the pillows were too soft. 

Normal conversations. 

Conversations that held no repercussions.

About ten minutes had passed by the time Phillip arrived, his cheeks slightly red from where he’d obviously been rushing around. 

“Sounds like a party in here,” he stated with that annoying smile on his face as he made his way to the other side of the hospital bed.

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was clearly irritated that Ortega wasn’t in the room.

“Sorry I’m late, honey, got held up in traffic,” he said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

His apology was false; he wasn’t sorry he was late for your sake but much rather his own, knowing that it gave you an opportunity he hadn’t planned for. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him with a smile on your face.

In some ways it was good that he’d needed you to lie to your aunt, because it meant that things like forced smiles could go undetected as part of the role you were playing for your aunt. 

What you had to be prepared for though was lying to Phillip once your aunt left, because you knew he was going to have questions. 

You just had to hope that your answers would be enough to fool him into believing that you were telling the truth. 

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