warnings: canon typical violence, mention of crimes regarding children
summary: He wants to take care of you. You might just let him.
ao3 / masterlist / buy me a coffee
author's note at the end <3
The case is brutal.
The precinct is a mirror of Bruno’s mind, grey and quiet and uneasy. The drapes to Liv’s office are drawn shut, not even Fin dared to go in before he bid you, Velasco, and Bruno goodbye. Joe left not half an hour later, throwing a halfhearted invitation to the bar a couple blocks away over his shoulder, though not looking very open for company.
That leaves only the two of you, desks away and glaring blankly at the case reports that you’ll dream about for weeks to come. It’s usually so different from Bronx SVU around here, but tonight reminds him too much of long nights in the old office; helpless to do anything for anyone, growing more restless when no one else seemed to have his urgency to do their damned jobs.
He takes a look at you, wilted and tired, and makes up his mind.
Bruno does his best not to spook you, but you jump a little when he places your coat on top of the files you’re working with. You blink up at him, slow and unfocused, and it takes you a second too long to realize it’s him looking down at you expectantly.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re leaving,” he says, hoping for your compliance but realizing himself foolish when exhausted amusement settles on your features, defiant.
It’s never been easy with you in all the right ways. He can’t get enough of it.
“‘We’ sounds like a team effort,” you quip, raising your brows.
“You close your eyes longer each time you blink,” he quips back. “Next time I look at you you’ll be drooling all over your important policework. I’m tryin’ to save you from yourself here.”
You smile at him and it’s brittle, a little too long a day to keep up with joking appearances. “As much as I appreciate your valiant effort, if I don’t do this tonight then I’ll have to do it on Monday and I just… can’t.”
Bruno’s fingers twitch with the need to reach for you, touch your cheek and try to soothe the corners of your mouth so it loses its tension, but he doesn’t dare. He’s already being too brave for his own good, he thinks as he sneaks a look at Liv’s office, which remains closed and quiet.
“I know,” he says, trying to convey the affection that’s brimming inside him with his voice alone. God knows there’s enough paperwork on his own desk to keep him awake and working through the weekend, but his vision’s blurry and his back is aching. Bruno’s seconds away from getting on his knees and begging for a mattress that hasn’t been in the break room since the dawn of time.
His voice is quiet and hoarser when he says, “It’s awful, when it’s kids.”
At the explicit acknowledgment of the working case you seem to age decades between a blink and the next, but other than a hearty sigh you don’t discourage the conversation.
“Yeah,” your laugh is humorless and short, eyes suddenly growing wet. You look down at your desk and fuss with your stuff in a failed attempt to stop your tears from gathering his attention. “I can’t get it out of my head. You know, the crime scene.”
Bruno exhales through his nose. He feels only slightly guilty that he was moved more by your reaction to the abandoned building with abandoned bodies than the crime itself. He’ll have nightmares about it for longer than he’d like, sure, but he remembers the feeling that took over him when you fled out of there, desperate to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the scene.
You’d thrown up behind a police car and Bruno hadn’t been able to do a damned thing about it other than stare longingly at your retreating figure before Liv called him over. He’s been trying to get you alone ever since but its proven itself to be a difficult task; you’re all so very busy, and he’s not the only one in the squad who feels protective of you. Both Liv and Fin have been keeping a careful eye on you in case there’s something they can help with, and it leaves Bruno a little sidelined.
“Come on,” he says softly, terribly inviting as he offers you his hand. You stare at it like it’ll hurt you to accept any kind of comfort right now, but there’s very little you want more than to let him take care of you.
“I’m not done,” you try again, less and less insisting each time.
“We’re never done,” he says, something he learned the hard way through Bronx SVU and his lawsuit. It’s not something he likes, let alone something he’s learned to accept, but it’s easier when he doesn’t have to carry the burden alone. “But we can’t fix the world, baby. Let alone overnight.”
You, after all your years in this business, know it, too. He takes the last step forward, lowering his hand to touch your fingers where they clutch tightly at your pen, featherlight. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
You search for something in his face then sigh, deep and weary. Hook, line, and sinker, he’s got you right where he wants you.
Nodding, something in your own expression softens: your shoulders lose some of their tension and Bruno wants nothing more than to put his mouth to the skin, spend the night at your place and strip you down of both your clothes and worries.
He wants to take care of you. A year ago, wanting that much from someone would’ve sent him running for the hills, or, well, the strip club. Now, it fills his chest with warmth, which expands to the rest of his body when you take his hand and rise, fight done. “Alright, handsome, you win. Take me home.”
Bruno does. He stays close while you pack up your things and you leave side by side, one of his hands on the small of your back as you enter the elevator. He wouldn’t be so daring and you wouldn’t let him linger this close if there were anyone else in the room, but the precinct is a ghost town and the B shift isn’t as interested in gossip as the rest of your coworkers are.
As soon as the doors close, you turn and rest your head on Bruno’s chest, sighing heavily. He rubs your arm leisurely up and down, not trying to keep you warm but rather just keep you in good company. You hum, appreciative and so, so tired.
“Chinese tonight?” he wonders against your hair, suddenly fighting the urge not to bury his nose in it. It’s awfully domestic, which is something he’s getting used to again, but he feels something dangerous and brave thrum under his ribcage at the thought of doing it outside of the walls of his or your apartments.
“I’ll settle for anything quick and edible,” you reply, muffled by his coat.
“In New York City?” he jokes, and finds himself rewarded with your nose tucked in the underside of his jaw, breath warm.
Your days of riding the subway are far less than before now that you two started- whatever this thing between you is. The chances to leave work together are few and far between, but Bruno likes you in his passenger seat; his hand on your thigh and the streetlights facing your features just so, music playing lowly from the speakers.
It’s interesting, he’s never been one to be comfortable in silence. With Rose, it usually meant he’d done something wrong and was supposed to figure it out by her pointed glances alone. But you, there are days in which you’re content to hum along to the music and Bruno’s come to learn that doesn’t mean there’s anything he should be worried about. On the contrary, you keep his hand between yours and bring it to your cheek, brushing your skin tenderly against his knuckles just because you can.
He won’t say love, but you’re way beyond the casual stage, and you both know it. He finds himself not minding at all.
- end -
author's note: an old draft that is NOT proofread for you lovely people. love bruno and would thoroughly enjoy kissing him on the mouth MUAK
hoping to write more this summer. hope you guys enjoyed!
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Welcome to my little corner of tumblr. Here you shall find current works, series, one-shots, crossover, and other stuff as well. Thank you so much for everyone enjoying the things out there, its been fun to indulge in my little happiness and fantasies. :D
Most of my works are reader-insert fics with she/her pronouns, no fixed face claim, and “Y/N” used when needed. Please make sure to read the warnings before each fic.
THE PITT
JACK ABBOT
I Hate You, Jack Abbot
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim
Genre: Second-wife angst, grief, stepmother angst, emotional neglect, marriage tension
Summary: Jack Abbot thought he was ready to remarry. You were steady with his son from his first marriage, patient with his grief, and gentle with the parts of his life he still could not touch. But being loved by Jack does not mean being chosen by him. It means living in his first wife’s shadow, loving a child who is afraid to need you, and slowly realizing that sometimes love is not enough when it arrives at the wrong time.
I can keep my cool, but tonight I’m wildin’
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Singer!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim
Inspiration: Loosely inspired by Tyla’s song “Water”
Genre: Age gap, jealousy, celebrity AU, private relationship tension, sensual angst
Summary: Your relationship with Jack Abbot is private, not secret. You do not post him, parade him, or let the internet turn him into a headline because Jack has already given enough of himself to war, medicine, and survival. But Jack, in his early fifties, does not always know how to stand beside a late-twenties global pop star with billions of views, luxury brand deals, red-carpet gowns, and songs featured in movies and TV shows. When you invite a few people from The Pitt to your concert and Samira Mohan helps steady Jack backstage, jealousy turns your most sensual rain-soaked performance into something sharper than either of you expected.
Are You Mine, Doctor?
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Soulmate!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Soulmate AU, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, medical drama
In a world where soulmate bonds are supposed to be romantic, yours has always felt more like a recurring symptom. For years, your soulmate’s emergency notes have appeared across your skin: clipped commands, trauma shorthand, and cold replies from a man who never seemed to want you back. Then you arrive at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center and recognize the handwriting on Dr. Jack Abbot.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |10
take your troubles away from me
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name
Genre: Heavy angst, marital conflict, pregnancy, hurt/no comfort
Jack promised he would be there for the most important night of your career. For once, you believed him. But when the hospital takes him away again, you are left to accept an award alone, with his empty chair beside you and a secret you had planned to share with him. By the time he finally comes home, the marriage has already broken in a place apologies cannot reach.
The Baby Gift That Gave Him Away
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name
Genre: Fluff, humor, domestic Jack, dad Jack
Santos and Whittaker are forced by Dana to shop for a baby shower gift for one of the nurses. What should have been a simple errand turns into a crisis when two tiny chaotic twins help them choose a gift and accidentally reveal that their father is none other than Dr. Jack Abbot.
Retired Means Retired
Pairing: Jack Abbot x Supernatural!Wife!Reader
Crossover: The Pitt x Supernatural
Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim
Genre: Heavy angst, hidden past, grief, supernatural horror
You left hunting behind a long time ago. You built a life with Jack, two daughters, and a front door that did not need salt lines anymore. Then Sam and Dean Winchester come to Pittsburgh with a case file, and for one night, you let yourself believe you could still be everything to everyone. Jack never knew the truth until you came home in a way no wife, no mother, and no person ever should.
Wait. Hear Me Out: Jack Abbot x BAU!Reader
Pairing: Jack Abbot x BAU!Reader
Crossover: The Pitt x Criminal Minds
Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim
Genre: Crossover, emotional comfort, tired married people, soft Jack
You’re in Pittsburgh for a BAU case, exhausted, emotionally drained, and running on coffee and spite. Jack Abbot has just finished a brutal ER shift, looks like he hasn’t slept since 2009, and still somehow decides your biggest emergency is the fact that you haven’t eaten dinner.
BRENDON PARK
No Scrubs, Just Surgeons
Pairing: Brendon Park x Popstar/Actor!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, “Y/N” used, no face claim
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Celebrity AU, secret marriage, hospital gossip, romance, light chaos
When one of the biggest pop stars and actresses in the world suddenly announces an indefinite hiatus, the internet immediately spirals. But when she is photographed arriving in Pittsburgh wearing both an engagement ring and a wedding band, the mystery becomes impossible to ignore, especially for the staff at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center.
Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Her Podium, His Fancam
Pairing: Brendon Park x F1 Driver!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no face claim
Genre: Fluff, F1 wife/mom energy, internet chaos
After taking P1, all you want is to celebrate with your husband and son. Unfortunately, the cameras catch Brendon Park holding your baby under the podium, and the internet immediately loses focus.
Behind The Scenes: Baby Shark
Pairing: Brendon Park x F1 Driver!Wife!Reader
Bonus Scene from Her Podium, His Fancam
Summary: During a Porsche YouTube promo with Mick Schumacher, you accidentally expose Brendon’s hospital nickname, your son’s favorite bath toy, and the fact that your very serious surgeon husband sings Baby Shark at home. Brendon would like to be removed from the narrative. The internet, naturally, refuses.
Genre: Pure fluff, married couple teasing, toddler cuteness
Pretty Girls Break Bones
Pairing: Brendon Park x Heiress!Reader
Genre: Rich girl chaos, hospital meet-cute, class difference, sweet flirting
Warnings: Broken leg/injury, hospital setting, panic, class difference, rich girl chaos, sweet flirting, minor medical inaccuracies
Summary: You came to Pittsburgh for your best friend’s bachelorette weekend with designer luggage, pearl heels, and every intention of staying pretty, drunk, and unbothered. Then Mia breaks her leg outside a bar, and you end up in the emergency department begging Dr. Brendon Park, PTMC’s blunt and intimidating orthopedic surgeon, to fix her. He thinks you are another spoiled rich girl who believes money can soften any disaster. You think he is rude, gorgeous, and far too calm for someone nicknamed Park the Shark.
MICHAEL “ROBBY” ROBINAVITCH
SPOTTED: New F1 Romance in the Air?
Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F1 Driver!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim
Genre: Fluff, fame reveal, soft-launch chaos, public attention, cliffhanger ending
Summary: Robby takes you book shopping and to a quiet Italian restaurant during your August break, completely unaware that everyone around him seems to know exactly who you are. You told him you worked in motorsports, and technically, that was true. It just left out a few very important details.
Is There No Exception For Me?
Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fiancée!Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim
Genre: Heavy angst, breakup angst, PTSD themes, emotional devastation, AU
Summary: Robby leaves for his sabbatical early because staying means letting himself be loved while he is falling apart. His fiancée refuses to let him turn fear into sacrifice, and the fight becomes the ugliest kind of heartbreak: the kind where love is still in the room, still breathing, still begging not to be abandoned.
Warnings: Heavy angst, breakup, PTSD themes, panic/avoidance, screaming, throwing objects in emotional distress, cursing, emotional devastation, no happy ending, AU take on Robby’s sabbatical
MULTI-CHARACTER / SEPARATE
Mum, Respectfully, Shut Up
Pairings: Brendon Park x Reader, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader, Jack Abbot x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no fixed face claim
Genre: Domestic fluff, protective husbands, dad fic, TikTok prank gone wrong
Summary: The kids try a TikTok prank on their dads at the expense of their lovely mother. Brendon has groceries in hand, Robby has cereal in a mixing bowl, and Jack has Robby on his couch with a retired military working dog watching the room. None of them find it funny.
Warnings: Domestic fluff, protective husbands/dads, teenage attitude, TikTok prank gone wrong, mild scolding, confiscated phones, sibling chaos, dogs judging everyone.
The Kids Regret to Inform Their Father
Pairings: Jack Abbot x Reader, Brendon Park x Reader, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader
Genre: Domestic fluff, protective husbands, dad fic
Summary: The kids regret to inform their fathers that they will not be contributing to the household budget this month. Between Sephora, videogame savings, and an unpaid electricity bill, Jack, Brendon, and Robby are forced to remind them exactly who pays for the mortgage, the snacks, the sports fees, and every light they leave on.
Warnings: Domestic fluff, dad!Jack Abbot, dad!Brendon Park, dad!Robby, husband fluff, established relationships, married reader, children, family teasing, soft parenting moments, money jokes, mortgage/bills mentioned, light swearing, kids being dramatic, very unserious financial discussions, protective/provider husbands, no real angst.
ANIMAL KINGDOM
ANDREW “POPE” CODY
Babygirl Series
Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no given name, known as “Babygirl”
Status: Ongoing / Collection
Genre: Dark romance, Cody family dynamics, possessive Pope, angst, crime family drama
Babygirl was supposed to be a nickname, something soft the Codys gave you before it became more familiar than your own name. In Oceanside, softness does not stay innocent for long. You become Deran’s first safe place, J’s quiet reminder that there can still be a future outside Cody blood, and Pope’s one weakness — the woman he loves like a locked door, a loaded gun, and a warning.
PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Oops!... I Did It Again
Pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader
Reader: She/her pronouns, no physical description, no face claim
Genre: Toxic romance, jealousy, possessiveness, Cody family tension, angst
Everyone in Oceanside knows Andrew Cody belongs to you. He is your shadow, your guard dog, your weapon, and the one man who would choose you even when choosing you ruins everything. But when Smurf pushes you into another one of her games, your messiness collides with Andrew’s devotion, and the night ends with a secret that threatens to turn the Cody house inside out.
Avengers AU - If Tony was Peter’s biological father
Tony is super protective of his son. And Peter, inspired by his dad, becomes Spiderman anyway (his dad and his Uncle Rhodey figure him out in a second though).
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