lover of men old enough to be my dad. lover of Noah Wyle, Shawn Hatsoy, Eric Bana, Josh Duhamel. lover of The Pitt, Untamed, Animal Kingdom, ER, Criminal Minds, Chicago Med, Chicago PD and Law and Order (SVU and Original) https://archiveofourown.org/users/FanGirl18 Come see my works on AO3.
Writing the fic now where there's established Rabbot and Robby goes ahead with adopting/fostering the abandoned baby without consulting Jack. Jack doesn't have his freakout til later, he will freak for about five minutes before realizing his husband looks adorable with a baby in his arms, but first he needs to set some rules like therapy. What should baby girl's name be? I have some options listed but open to ideas.
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noah shaking his head in pride and clapping, whooping, and hollering for his cast mates. i can feel it in my waters that he won't stop cheesing about this for months in upcoming interviews. that's a very proud man who loves his coworkers goddam.
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Im agnostic raised liberal protestant, but absolutely the catholics got saints right. Sometimes your problem is so fucking specific you need Some Guy. If you're listening, Guy of Workers Who Have Strain Injuries,
Super excited to see The Pitt get so many nominations. Very well deserved.
No, I don't agree with everything but remember it's the Emmy members that vote. Production has nothing to do with it beyond the initial recs.
And seriously, it's weird that there's so much Noah hate going around AGAIN. He has no control over any of this and it's a little weird that some people are so insistent he does.
It's the Robby show folks. The storyline is always going to be Robby centric. Noah is always going to be the lead of an ensemble cast.
You don't have to like him, you don't have to like robby. That's fine. But the amount of hate some of you spew in regards to him is downright disturbing and honestly unwarranted.
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★ summary: jack assures you real men don’t get intimidated by sex toys, infact they can be a man’s best friend
★ pairing: jack abbot x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, porn without plot, usage of sex toys, unprotected sex, cream pie, overstimulation, squirting
★ word count: 1.5k
★ notes: a short one to keep the masses happy while i suffer horrors🕯️📚
“Babe,” You yelled, fumbling to put your earrings in while rushing through the hallway, “Can you grab my badge? We’re stopping by the hospital, and the last thing I need is Gloria starting her shit if we enter through the bay.”
Jack hollers back a short yes, and you hear the multiple drawers opening and closing. You almost roll your eyes at him, knowing it’s in your dresser drawer, but he was undoubtedly looking everywhere but.
It’s silent for a minute, too silent as you slip your shoes on. The soft click of your heels is the only noise in your house as you investigate what exactly is taking your boyfriend so long.
“Jack-”
You’re stopped in your tracks as you walk into your shared room. Jack is sitting on your side of the bed, your brand-new pink vibrator resting heavily in his hands. His eyes were investigating it as if it were a foreign object. His thumb pressed the on button, making the toy come to life violently in his hands, completely oblivious to you in the doorway.
“What are you doing?” You squealed, running towards him, ready to snatch it out of his hands. Before you even get close, he holds it above his head almost mockingly.
There’s a shit-eating grin on his face as he waves the toy around. “What is this?”
“It’s,” You start, your mouth going dry, “It’s nothing, give it back.”
He doesn’t seem at all bothered by your flustered cheeks. “Definitely not nothing. When did you get this?”
“Last week.” You grumbled, arms crossing over your chest, “When Santos and I went out.”
He makes a noise and opens his mouth to speak before you start stumbling over your words.
“It’s just for nights you work late.” You defend yourself, “I’ve only used it a couple times; it’s embarrassing, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you-”
The toy clicks off, and Jack’s demeanor shifts. “Baby, you don’t think I’m insecure over this $50 piece of plastic, do you?”
Your shoulders fall a little in relief. “I don’t know.” You mumble shyly, “My ex hated the idea of sex toys, said they meant he wasn’t good enough.”
“Honey,” he scoffs, tossing the toy into the sheets and taking a step towards you. “Real men don't give a shit about this.”
“I know, I know.” You breathed out.
“I was only teasing; I never, ever want you to be embarrassed about you seeking out your own pleasure.” He added on.
“It’s not like our sex is bad,” You assured him, and watched that smirk grow back on his lips.
“Yeah, I know that-” He’s cut off with a playful shove to his chest, his arms wrapping around your hips.
“Hey,” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your painted lips, “I know you have a higher sex drive than me; it’s all part of dating an old man.”
“Yeah, but you’re my old man.”
“Just tell me next time, honey.” He smiled, thumbs rubbing circles into the satin fabric clinging to your curves. “Hell, I’ll give you my card; you buy whatever you want. Whatever makes my girl feel good.”
“I love you.” You whispered against his lips, kissing him a little harder before you pulled back. “But we’re gonna be late. So put that back.”
“Oh, come on.” He tried to pull you back against him. “It’s a stupid fundraiser; we can be a little late.”
“Yeah?” You mocked, “You said that last time, and I ended up having to redo my makeup, and Robby never lets us live it down.”
He pouted, “Fine, fine.”
Jack puts the toy back in its home inside the silk dustbag, and it’s mostly forgotten about. Life goes on as usual. The whole incident is swallowed by the mundane rhythm of the week, lost beneath early mornings, long shifts, takeout dinners, and laundry that sits in the basket a day longer than it should. Work has always had a way of consuming both of you until the days blur together.
It isn’t until late one night, the house quiet aside from the fan Jack couldn’t sleep without. The two of you were pressed against each other. Clothes long since discarded, his lips still wet from where he made you cum twice with his mouth alone. Sweat lined your skin as you wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him to press himself deep into you.
“Don’t think I’m gonna last long, sweetheart,” Jack murmured shyly, making you shrug. You knew of Jack’s capabilities; some days were better than others. None of that mattered to you, not while your body was still loopy in his hold from all the orgasms he’d already pulled from you.
“Don’t care.” You whimpered, trying to pull him to your entrance. “Just wanna feel you inside of me.”
Who was Jack to deny you that pleasure?
He adjusted his hips, pressing his tip against your entrance, letting his cock slip deep inside of you. Both of you shuddered in pleasure, hands gripping each other as a lifeline as you threw your head back. His thrusts were slow and hard, his tip hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars.
You were lost in the haze of pleasure until his thrusts began to slow, and you felt his body lean over the side of the bed.
“Jack?” You mumbled, eyes fluttering open to see him rummaging around your nightstand until he came back up with the infamous pink vibrator in his grasp.
“Jack-”
“Shhh,” He whispered, leaning back a little to give himself space to press the cold plastic against your clit. “Wanna make you cum around me.”
“Oh, my god.” You mumbled, watching him circle the head around your clit before the button was switched on.
The sensation had your hips flying off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. Between the vibrations on your clit and the steady rock of his hips nudging that spot inside of you, you could barely keep your eyes open.
“H-holy fuck, Jack.” You cried out, as his eyes watched you mewl in pleasure beneath him. You were so full, and the stimulation was pushing you closer to the edge faster than you ever could on your own.
“I know, honey.” He cooed, his free hand gripping your hips to keep you stuffed full of him. “God, you’re fucking soaked. Jus’ dripping everywhere.”
“D-don’t stop,” You cried, your fingers gripping his shoulders and then the sheets. Fisting them harshly in your hands, anything to ground yourself as the sensation threatened to pull you under. “Oh, J-ack-“
“You gonna cum for me already?” Jack grunted, nearly teetering off of his own edge as you fluttered around him. Suckling him in so deep he could barely keep up his thrusts.
Your head felt heavy, a string of moans of his name leaving your lips as you managed to give him a faint nod.
“Yeah, you are. Can fucking feel it.” The vibrator was turned up one more setting, making goosebumps rise on your skin as the waves crashed over you.
“Let go, baby.” He cooed, “It’s gonna feel so good, just breathe.”
“O-oh, my god.”
He kept talking you through it, your legs trembling around him as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. As soon as your body went limp, Jack could feel it. Your cunt throbbed uncontrollably, a thick spray of release escaping out of your heat as you screamed out.
He didn’t stop, pressing himself deep into you as he chased his own high. The wet sounds of your bodies slapping together made him drop the vibrator on the bed as he came with his own guttural shout, filling you full of him.
”M’god.” You choked out, your body writhing uncontrollably from underneath him. Each slight movement making shots of pleasure shoot through you. “Jack, Jack.”
“I got you,” He cooed, pulling you close to him as you came down from your high. “I know, that was intense, huh?”
“Hmm.” You mumbled, enjoying the sensation of his cock softening inside of you as the two of you caught your breath.
“Oh, baby.” Jack let out a winded laugh, pulling himself out of you slowly. “Fuck, we gotta do that again.”
You could barely speak, letting out a soft giggle and a nod. “S’good.”
Your body was still pliant and boneless as he pulled you into his arms. Your head finding it’s home on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “I love you so much, always so good for me.”
“Hmm. Love you more.” You respond, pressing a gentle kiss to his pec.
Before you could lay your head back down, you paused. Once out of your post-orgasmic haze, the soft sound of buzzing came back to both of you. You both looked at each other in realization, letting out soft hysterical giggles as you leaned over the side of the bed to see the vibrator buzzing around frantically on the floor.
“Oh my god-”
“That’s my new friend.” Jack laughed, leaning down to scoop up the toy. “Huh, man’s best friend. Maybe it was never a dog-“
scrolled pitttok for two seconds and people are mad and shitting on gerran for getting nominated like you are all unbelievably fucking stupid 😭😭😭 gerran did not steal a spot from isa or supriya or shabana. they're in completely different categories. that's not how it fucking works.
also already acting as if the showrunners (except they single out wyle and not gemmill, who is the only actual showrunner) are the emmy voters 😭😭 like they had no fucking hand in this. noah has sung shabana's praises, I'm sure he'd nominate her if it was up to him. it's NOT.
is there racist shit going on? yeah. yeah it's pretty obvious. fiona and taylor and katherine, and I mean congrats to them, but no isa, shabana or supriya... yikes! but is it noah wyle's fault? is it gerran howell's fault? no 😭 that's not how it fucking works 😭 it is the racist ass Emmy voters who snubbed the woc actresses. notttt noah. and definitely not gerran oml can y'all leave him alone already jfc he's literally always getting shat on
i love rabbot where they have been down bad for eachother from the start. like they met and both of them instantly became obsessed with the other.
it didn't take them very long to get together, maybe a few months at most. perhaps it was after a night out and they were both a little tipsy and one of them made the first move, or maybe they were hanging out at one of their places (or even their dorm if you want rabbot roommates) and one thing led to another and all of the sudden the pair were kissing.
after getting together they were as attached at the hip as they could be at the time. they were rarely seen without the other and if they were it probably wasn't by choice. by the time jack was ready to ship of for the military they had been dating for YEARS so they decided to stay together even if it was hard.
that was until robby's dumbass felt guilty that he could potentially bring harm to jack and broke up with him. but that didn't last long, by some miracle 3 months post breakup jack and robby happen to run in to eachother and it was as if nothing changed. there were a lot of apologies said from robby and jack was just happy to have his man back. jack even proposed even though they couldn't get married legally. next time jack was on leave he made sure to have a ring for robby, plain and simple but he was just happy to be able to show that robby was taken. jack loved gushing to his friends on base about his fiancé back home and he was never doubted even though all he did was switch the pronouns and if asked his girl back home was named "michelle".
years down the line they were finally able to get married legally and neither of them couldn't wait. the day gay marriage became legal in PA those boys raced to the court house. they had a small wedding ceremony with their loved ones and both of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. they had waited almost 20 years for this and they can't believe they're finally married.
it's even funnier to think about how they kept their own last names at work so that there wasn't any confusion caused. so everytime a new med student or resident comes they are so confused about rabbot's dynamic. obviously they are both married, but why do they never talk about their spouses. robby's wedding band is a nice silver ring plain, while abbot's is thicker and made out of a hat looks to be steel or something similar. even though they work separate shifts whenever there is overlap it becomes the robby's ogling abbot show and they don't understand why a married man is staring at a fellow attending like that. obviously they eventually find out he truth but it's never from robby or jack themselves.
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synopsis: The new recruit says something stupid when you come to visit
warnings/notes: reader is a girly girl cuz that's what goes with the square. just pretend. Bad joke i got from reddit. part of my 9k celebration.
wc: 1k
You were used to people making assumptions about you. It came with the territory when you were still a “girly-girl” at your age. Who cared if your favorite color was pink, or you always made sure your makeup and nails were perfect? Or if your favorite scent trailed you wherever you went? Every woman should channel her inner Elle Woods in your opinion.
One place you hadn’t needed to worry about it in some time was your husband’s firehouse. He traveled a lot for his work, helping other stations get into shape as needed, but this was his home base. His family. His people. As such, you took care of them in little ways. Today, that meant a big pot of chili and dessert. The crew always liked when it was Brett’s turn to cook as most of the time that meant dessert from you, along with the occasional meal.
You walked in, kitten heels clicking on the floor, drawing immediate attention. “Food’s in the car,” you announced and left them to it. You didn’t notice a new set of eyes trailing you as you made your way to Brett’s office.
You knocked on his open door and he looked up, a smile covering his face as he took you in. He slid off his glasses and put them on the desk. “Hey, baby. What are you doing here? I thought you had that client meeting today.”
He pushed back his chair and opened his arms for you. You moved over to get a hug and then leaned against the desk in front of him, standing between his legs. His hands found your hips as he looked up at you.
“It’s not for a couple of hours yet. Brought dinner.”
His hands tightened briefly. “You didn’t have to do that.”
You huffed and ran your fingers through the curls on top of his head. “I know. But I did it anyway.”
“You have time to eat before you go? The crew always likes it when you stick around.”
You nodded and hummed in agreement. His smile grew impossibly wider as he stood and linked his fingers with yours. “Well, come along then, Mrs. Richards.”
As the two of you headed toward the kitchen, snippets of conversation drifted toward you. Brett pulled you to a stop when he heard his name.
“I have to say I’m surprised. Richards doesn’t seem the type.”
Brett leaned down to speak in your ear. “Kennedy. New recruit.”
The was a beat of silence then you heard Rhodes speak, “The type for what?” You’d always liked Rhodes.
“You know, that.”
Brett’s brow furrowed and you mirrored the gesture. What the hell was this kid on about?
“Afraid we don’t know. You want to clarify?” That was Jenny. She sounded irritated to say the least.
There was a low laugh. “Dating a groupie, a fire hoe.”
Oh.
“A what?” Rhodes’ voice was low, sharp. If the kid knew what was good for him, he’d shut up.
He didn’t. “Women that chase firefighters. Fire hoes. Get it?”
Brett released your hand and strode forward leaving you to trail behind him. The room was silent, everyone glaring at the new guy who seemed to still be waiting for the laughter he expected. Idiot.
“You want to repeat that?” Your husband’s raspy voice cut through the air and Kennedy spun to face him, looking like his soul just left his body.
“Chief! It was just a joke. Didn’t mean anything by it. Just trying to lighten things up.”
Brett crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at the man in front of him. “That woman, as you put it, is my wife.” He took a step forward. “She is intelligent, beautiful and takes care of this firehouse like family. Most importantly, she’s mine. Everyone here respects her. Do I make myself clear?”
Kennedy wouldn’t meet your husband’s eyes. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”
The kid glanced at him briefly before settling his gaze on you. “Sorry, Mrs. Richards.”
You nodded but said nothing. The likelihood he would have apologized if Brett hadn’t overheard was slim to none. You’d never cared for insincere apologies.
“We’ll keep him busy, chief. Don’t worry,” Rhodes said, dropping a hand onto the younger man’s shoulder to steer him away.
“I thought we were getting ready to eat,” Kennedy protested.
Rhodes scoffed. “You think you can insult her and then eat her food? There’s bologna in the fridge.”
The scowl was still firmly on Brett’s face as he pulled out a chair for you. You placed your hand on the side of his face and pressed a kiss to his lips. “He’s an idiot. Your crew will teach him better manners. Don’t let it ruin your day, handsome.”
He hummed beneath your lips, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into him and deepen the kiss. Only when the firefighters gathered at the table started to whistle and cheer did he pull away. A wide smile covered his face as he laughed. He guided you into your chair before taking the seat beside you and pulling you close enough that your thigh was pressed against his.
The normal easy-going banter rose up around the table as the meal was served and food passed around. Brett’s hand found yours under the table, tangling your fingers together. You let yourself sink into the feeling of belonging, of being part of the crew even if you’d never ran into a burning building.
A small part of you felt sorry for Kennedy and what the coming weeks would undoubtedly look like for him. The rest of you decided it was a lesson better learned here and now than at the expense of someone that didn’t have the support you did. Some other woman who thought her partner had her back only to find out she was horribly wrong.
You leaned into Brett’s side, smiling when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Kennedy entered the room and sat at the far end of the table, frowning at his bologna sandwich. You laughed at his disgruntled expression then turned to kiss your husband again.
Jack and Robby keep in touch during Robby's sabbatical, text, voice and video calls, random photos and song links. There isn't really a pattern to their contact, but it's steady and keeps Jack assured that Robby is safe, physically, at least.
Until one evening, Robby declines Jack's call and simply replies 'Later.' Jack is a bit surprised, texting 'You okay?' and doesn't get an answer til three hours later with 'Fine.' He lets it be. The next day, a question of 'Wanna chat later?' is met with 'Can't tonight. Raincheck?' Robby replies to Jack's messages as usual, but Jack can't understand why Robby doesn't want to chat all of a sudden.
On day four, Jack feels like he needs to get to the bottom of this. He texts Robby 'Hey, can we talk on the phone later? Wanna ask you something.' Robby replies with thumbs up. Jack tries not to worry, as the shift keeps him busy and he doesn't have a lot of time to think.
He calls Robby and is met with a face half hidden in darkness.
'You okay, man?'
'Here I am.' Robby sounds flat and somewhat resigned, but Jack can't pinpoint why.
'You hiding from me, or something?' He half laughs but the look on Robby's face stops him from saying anything further.
'Ah you'd find out sooner or later' Robby mutters and clicks on the lamp. Jack gasps.
Robby's face is covered in bruises. A cut over his left eye stretches into his swollen eyelid. There is a dressing on the side of his neck.
'Brother, what happened??'
Robby sighs.
'Got jumped coming back from the grocery store at night.'
'What?? Why didn't you tell me?'
Robby hesitates.
Jack swallows.
'They asked me if I wanted to contact anyone. But. You told me you didn't want to be and... I didn't want to worry you even more.'
Jack's heart drops to the floor.
'Mike...'
'I'm okay, Jack. It doesn't matter now. It's fine.'
Jack's ears start ringing and he grips the phone so hard he's worried he might crack it. His eyes prick with tears. He's overcome with such an intense need to hold Robby, that he feels like he's going to scream if he doesn't get to do it soon.
His voice shakes as he speaks.
'Robby. Always call me. Please, brother. I want to know how you are. Especially if you're hurt. I just meant...'
He sniffles.
'I don't want you to call me when there's an emergency only. I want you to call me when you want to. Just because. And especially if you're hurt. Robby... Are you okay? Do you need anything?'
Robby exhales and closes his eyes as a tear slips from under his injured eye.
'I'm sorry, Jack. I thought it was better you didn't know.'
'Mike... It's you. I always want to know.'
Robby nods.
'Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'll be fine, Jack, I promise.'
'Promise me you'll keep checking in, so I know you're getting better?'
Robby huffs.
'Will you promise to stop being a mother hen?'
'Not a chance.'
'Then I have no choice, have I?'
Jack grins and Robby's half-smile makes him grimace in pain.
Jack sobers immediately.
'Tell me what happened? And your exact injuries. No lying, Mike.'
They stay on the phone until Robby falls asleep and Jack watches his beloved face, wishing he could lie down next to him and make sure he's okay. He knows it's not possible. Not yet anyway. But it will have to do for now. Until he holds Robby in his arms again. And this time, he will not let him go.
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