Summary: 4 times your neighbor came up with bad excuses to see you and 1 time he admitted it.
Word count: 1.3 k
The first time Rhett Abbott stopped by you nearly shot him. In your defense, he did give you a jump, and random men appearing besides your truck was a good enough reason to keep a shotgun hidden in your backseat.
“Damn woman!” He yelped as he jumped away from your truck window, hands up. You quickly reddened and put the shotgun down. “Just wanted to see if you’ve seen any stray cattle on your property,” he said, keeping his distance from you still, even without the firearm.
You looked ahead, through your front windshield at the very empty pasture ahead of you behind your small ranch house.
“Seems awfully empty to me,” you noted with a small smirk as you looked back at him, “you want me to keep an eye out for ‘em?” you asked.
Rhett followed your gaze, rubbing his forehead under his hat brim, putting on an awfully convincing confused look.
“Huh, guess so,” he hummed, low and warm, and shrugged, “best you take my number in case you see one in your field,”. You stifled a laugh behind your hand.
“You Abbott’s wander like your cattle,” you said, but still accepted Rhett sliding you a crumbled note with his number on it.
You took over your grandpa’s ranch after he passed, the rest of your family happy to stay in their cushy city apartments and suburbs, but you were perfectly lined up for a quarter-life crisis. You’d grown up helping at the ranch and taking horseback riding lessons, so it wasn’t like you were completely screwed, but you certainly struggled enough for your neighbors, the Abbott’s to notice.
You’d been settling for a few weeks when Rhett decided to stop by- for the first of many times.
The second time he stopped by it was a few days later. You were up on the fence on the hill west of your house. One of the gate hinges had rusted through and you had to replace it. You were hunched over, trying to find a missing bolt when a shadow wavered over you.
“What’s down there?” Rhett asked from his side of the fence, leaning over to yours. You grumbled under your breath and wiped the dust off of your hands onto your jeans.
“Lost a bolt for the gate,” you said. Rhett eyed the tall grass around the fence, looking like he was ready to deliver a snide comment before biting his tongue.
“Ya’ need help?” he asked instead.
The two of you scoured the ground for 30 minutes by the gate until Rhett found it, nimbly handing it to you, fingers grazing for a second.
“Did you come here for something Rhett?” you finally questioned him as you stood up, finishing the hinge.
“Heard the gate was broken,”.
The third time he appeared you were working on the books, tapping away at your laptop and the notebook to your side when there was a knock on your door. You already knew who it was.
“Mom made too much bread,” Rhett said as he held two loaves of bread out. You leaned in your doorway, crossing your arms.
“Your momma made two extra loaves of bread?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Rhett nodded and chewed the inside of his lip, a nervous habit of his you’d been picking up on.
“Well tell her thank you,” you softly chuckled as you took the bread, turning to set it on your counter. Behind you Rhett stuck his head in through the doorway, looking around the quaint ranch house you’d been working on making your own.
“Got enough books?” he laughed, eyeing the big bookshelf you’d gotten inside the living room.
“They’re mostly my grandpa’s,” you said, moving from the kitchen, “but some of ‘em are mine,”.
“House still feels like him. In a good way,” he remarked, leaning back out of the house, standing like an awkward vampire waiting to be let in on the door mat.
You quickly smiled, appreciating the comment, before moving beside your laptop set up.
“Do you-“
“I should-“
You both stopped, and awkwardly laughed, uncertain and nervous.
Rhett cleared his throat. “I better get goin’”.
You nodded, feeling a pang in your chest that he had to go.
“Make sure to tell your momma thank you,” you shouted after him before you closed the door. He tossed a thumbs up over his shoulder to you before disappearing down the driveway.
By the last time he stopped by it was becoming painfully obvious.
“What’s wrong with my well?” you repeated. You had been sitting on your front porch, boots hooked on the railing with a book on your lap and a pour of whiskey in hand when Rhett tromped up the stairs.
“It’s broken,” he said plainly.
You tilted your head, taking a slow sip, “How do you know it’s broken?”. Rhett pursed his lips and leaned back on the porch, his side brushing your boots.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I think you’re running out of excuses. The well got inspected a month ago. It was fine,” .
“Could be broken,” Rhett doubled down.
You rolled your eyes and set down your glass beside you. “It could be. Or you could just sit down and let me pour you a glass,”. Rhett softly chuckled as he looked down, busted.
“You don’t gotta do that-“
“I insist. All you do is offer to help me, let me do this,” you said as you stood up, leaving the book in your seat as you went inside.
You were happy to see Rhett relenting, sitting in the chair next to yours, when you walked back out, deftly handing him a pour of whiskey you kept in the good liquor cabinet.
The two of you shot the shit the rest of the afternoon. Trading stories about your families, childhood, farm life. He gave you a hard time for your brief time living in the city, and you gave him hell for not inviting you to watch him ride yet. The porch lights flicked on as the sun set and Rhett mumbled about having to feed the horses, taking his time standing up and stretching as you gathered the empty glasses. The two of you stood facing each other, unsure on how to say goodbye in the moment.
“See you next time Rhett,” you said softly as you opened your door.
He smiled, small and crooked in a way that made your heart flip. “Yeah, next time,”.
Finally, the next day came and there was a knock at your door. This time you were in the middle of making yourself dinner. You shuffled over to the door, untying your apron as you went.
“What is it this time Rhett?” you asked as you smiled at the familiar face. He was without his hat, you noticed that first. He had on a clean button-up, and his hair was mostly slicked back except for a few stubborn strands like he had been running his hand through it too much.
He chuckled and shifted his boots on the porch. “Just wanted to say hi,” he admitted softly.
The admission caught you off guard for a second. No excuses or visits under the guise of something else.
You laughed and stepped aside, making room in the doorway.
“Well I’m almost done cooking. Your momma gonna be upset if you eat here?” you asked. Rhett shook his head.
“She told me to come down here and stop looking out the window like a damn dog,”.
“Oh get in here,” you snorted as you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him inside, and he happily obliged.
Over the weeks, his truck ended up parked crookedly in your driveway more than at the Abbott ranch. An extra mug made its way onto your drying rack. You met his family and Cecilia wouldn’t let you leave without food for the week, (since you’ve been feedin’ the boy). Nights wore long, and the two of you learned what parts of the bed creaked the most, waking up to the rooster every morning. Eventually, you slipped Rhett a key to the front door, and he knew he didn’t need an excuse anymore.
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Summary︱Fixing an EKG machine was a lot more easier than you thought. Though, you never had expected it to work a little too well.
Pairings︱Michael Robinavitch x Fem!Reade
W.C︱4.0K
Warnings︱18+ MINORS DNI, med play (I think, Idk), cussing, semi public sex, fingering, praise kink, reader has a semi established relationship with Park, definite medical inaccuracies, please let me know if I missed anything!
Author's note︱This is sort of a part 2ish from my last one shot. Read it if you'd like though you don't have to. I got this idea based off of this tik tok so props to the creator! Also I do not fully know how an EKG works but we'll pretend I do for the sake of this fic. Enjoy!
Robby had met plenty of women with different personalities. He's dated every kind of woman there is.
The prude.
The whore.
The lunatic.
The crybaby.
The avoidant.
Daddy's girl.
The trust fund baby.
Robby couldn't say that he had a personal favorite. Though, he did prefer some personalities more than others. Avoidant women were the main course while daddy's girl was his dessert. He liked feeling needed from time to time.
But not all the time.
Though, Robby had never met a woman like you. A woman who acted like a man. There was a certain arrogance you carried with you like a purse. The quiet shift in gender roles made Robby's head spin all the damn time.
You kicked him out right after you climaxed. You would roughly shove his face in your aching core, guiding his head exactly where you wanted even if he couldn't breathe. His aftercare kisses would be dodged and instead he would be met with you tossing his clothes to him.
But it didn't stop there.
You said no to dates. Your phone was always facing down. You weren't a huge fan of PDA. He was a hidden part of your life.
He was being treated how he treated the women before you.
And he didn't like it.
Robby had tried figuring you out with each attempt he made to get closer to you. He didn't get very far each time. You weren't unhappy, he knew that. In fact, you had a very fulfilling life. You had a master's degree, earned 6 figures, had plenty friends. The list went on and on with how well you were doing for yourself.
"Keep staring at her ass any longer and someone is going to report you for being a perv," Jack spoke, knocking Robby from his thoughts.
"I'm not looking at her ass," Robby sneered as he took off his glasses. "Besides, I can look if I want."
Robby did have a right to look. Park could go to hell, he could stare at your ass if he wanted to. Robby was the last one to sleep with you. HE was the last one to be in your bed. The ball was in his court.
Jack wanted to roll his eyes at how pathetic his friend had became over you. You had taken over Robby's world completely. Jack hadn't ever seen Robby so stupid—suicidal for sure but not stupid.
"Can you please get your head out of her ass and come back to earth?" Jack commented. "Swear you're so far up there that I can see you coming out of her mouth when she talks."
In any other situation he would have found his remark hilarious. But now since he was the one on the receiving end, he found it irritating.
"I am not up her ass all the time," Robby scoffed.
The corner of Jack's lip quirked upwards, no longer bothering to hide its smirk anymore. "Yeah because when you're not up there, Park is."
The joke rubbed Robby the wrong way. That's what he hated the most about your arrangement, whenever he wasn't around, there was an opportunity for Park to come right back.
"That's not funny."
Jack rolled his eyes this time as he shook his head. "You're losing your mind over this girl for no reason. I guarantee you that she sleeps soundly at night while you lose your mind over her."
"At least she's getting some good sleep."
At first, Jack thought that Robby was kidding. That he was finally making a joke out of this horrible dating situation. But when there was no smile nor laugh attached at the end of his sentence, he was utterly disgusted.
"You're kidding me, right?" Jack asked as he placed his hand on his shoulder. "She can't be that good in bed that you're losing your mind over her."
"It's not just about her being good in bed," Robby replied.
Robby would much rather die than tell Jack about how you were in bed. For the first time, his lips were sealed shut. It wasn't common for Robby to talk about his sexual escapades but he would make a comment here or there.
Robby didn't want Jack to imagine what you were like in bed. He didn't want to implant that image into the folds of his brain. He saw the way Jack looked at you at times. Robby knew Jack wouldn't admit it but he found you attractive.
It wasn't just about you being good in bed. Despite the nature of the relationship between the two of you, there was familiarity. It was a different kind of familiarity given you were younger than him but he felt comfortable. He didn't feel like there was a massive weight against his chest. He was able to talk freely without feeling that stupid lump build up in his throat.
"I just don't get why she keeps going back to him," Robby added as he rubbed his face.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, unable to give him a definite answer. It was no surprise that Park had a tight grip on you. If someone wanted your attention, they had to strike when he wasn't looking.
Robby had managed to take you away from his arms just for a little bit. It was a blissful time for him. He loved your attention and he loved your affection. He was like an eager puppy, always wanting more.
But so did Park.
And so did many other guys around you. You were free to choose your pick of the litter.
"I don't know……maybe it's because they've been with each other for three years so he knows her pretty well," Jack sighed.
Oh yeah, three years.
The two of you had been together or involved for three damn years. Three damn years of getting to know you. Getting to know where you were the most sensitive. Getting to hear your laugh in the morning before work. Hearing the fact from someone else felt like rubbing alcohol on a freshly raw wound.
"I don't know why I bother talking to you sometimes," Robby muttered with annoyance.
"But it's true," Jack said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Or maybe because he's just a huge wallet for her given the whole surgeon thing…….or maybe he puts her in her feminine energy or whatever bullshit kids say nowadays."
Robby scoffed. Feminine energy. Of course he put you in your feminine energy. "Please if anything she's putting me into my feminine energy. We do everything a normal couple does in a normal relationship and then she'll tell me that she doesn't want anything serious."
Jack nodded as he looked at you. Who knew you were that kind of woman. It was a little impressive you had a 50 something year old man by the balls so easily. Jack was more impressed by the fact that you didn't get attached. Most women did though he couldn't blame them. He would get attached too if a girl was treating him like a boyfriend.
You could feel the gazes of the two men behind your back. With a small turn of your head, you waved at the both of them with an innocent smile on your face. Robby didn't waste anytime in acknowledging you, discarding the discussion between the two men right away.
"That girl is a goddamn succubus and you're letting her suck the life out of you," Jack remarked. "It's a miracle you still have your balls."
Robby shook his head at Jack, a silent dismissal of the remark. "She's an angel……with a pair of horns but an angel nonetheless."
Jack shook his head as a small puff of fake laughter left his lips. "Dude, you have to learn how to make yourself less available to her. I thought that being emotionally unavailable was your whole spiel."
"I would make myself less available to her," Jack added. "Or at the very least, say no to her from time to time. Hell, I'll say no to her for you."
Robby sighed. He found it hard to say no to you. No matter how ridiculous the request was, if it placed a smile on your face then it was worth it. "I like spending time with her. Why mess that up?"
"I think the two of you need some time apart. Seriously, the sabbatical will really help you," Jack said to him. "You are still going on your sabbatical, right?"
Robby nodded to Jack's question with no hesitation. "Yeah."
But was he?
If Robby left, he knew it was the perfect window for Park to come right back into your life again. Park was no exception to your little rule, even he had to win back your affection despite you being the one that walked away.
Robby's gaze was in pursuit of your body once again. He couldn't wrap his head around how you could toy with him. He wasn't your personal puppet. He was a man. He was the one that was supposed to have the upper hand.
Maybe this was the universe telling him to throw in the towel. To just give up and find someone else to take up his time. Or maybe it was the universe trying to tell him to not give up. To find a way to get through that cold demeanor of yours.
Robby never knew when to quit.
Though he was good at telling other people when to quit.
Sometimes, a little too good.
"At least wait for me to be in the elevator to start talking shit about me, Jackie."
The two older men turned their heads around and saw you standing behind them. In unison, they turned around so they could lean their back's on the counter.
"How I miss the sweet shrill of your annoying voice," Jack retorted. "Not."
Your lips jutted out in a fake pout as you pretended to wipe a tear off your cheek. "Awww boo! Here I thought that you and I were the best of friends."
"Keep on dreaming," he muttered.
A smirk appeared on your lips as you looked into his already tired eyes. "You know, for someone who claims to not like me, you spend a lot of time talking about me."
Jack's eyebrows raised at your comment. Touche.
"You know how there's incantations to keep demons away from your house—"
"Alright," Robby interjected with a laugh as he stood slightly in front of you, shielding you away from Jack. "Why don't you let me take over so I can finish my shift."
Jack didn't hesitate in taking the iPad that was laying besides him and walking away to the nearest room. Robby didn't need him to tell him to back off. Jack knew when to walk away, it was all about strategy.
You sent a small wave to Jack as he walked away before you turned your attention to Robby. "Grumpy cat, isn't he?"
Robby shrugged his shoulders. "It's just Abbot being Abbot."
A look of suspicion flashed on your face as you looked at Jack's figure walking away. "Yeah….sure lets go with that."
You knew Jack wasn't too much of a fan of the relationship you and Robby had. Jack liked you on your own. He just didn't like how stupid and neurotic you made his friend. Robby already had enough on his plate, you certainly didn't need to add onto it.
Or so he claimed.
What you didn't appreciate was his snarky little comments towards you. They started shortly after you began your hookup situation with Robby, seemingly getting worse with each week you. It was as if he wanted to separate the two of you.
There was no motive you could pin point to.
"I don't appreciate your friend calling me a demon," you added with a pointed look. "But what I don't appreciate even more is you letting him."
Robby immediately went to defend himself. He placed his hands in the air, silently pleading for a truce. "I didn't let him call you a demon—I told him you were an angel."
"An angel with horns."
Robby placed his hands on your shoulders, his hands massaging the tense muscles. "Oh come on, you know it was a joke, baby. You're still the purest angel in my eyes."
"Oh wow. Yay me. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have this compliment bestowed on me," you dryly said.
"Aw come on," Robby cooed as his fingers went to softly pinch your chin. "You know he's just doing it to get under your skin."
"Sure, lets go with that too," you said with a slight mocking tone in your voice. "Can we just go fix the EKG machine so we can go?"
"Or we could just leave it for someone else to do and we can go back to my place," Robby offered. "And finish where we left off this morning."
You smiled at his offer from amusement. The two of you had been unpleasantly interrupted early in the morning when the Robby was called in for work. You normally had time to swing by for a quickie before your shift. But once Robby was called in, he didn't have the same liberty as you to take his sweet time.
"It's just an EKG machine, it'll take less than 10 minutes," you answered as you began to walk towards the dark and empty room of West 14. A room no one had been in since a patient had practically destroyed the walls.
Robby sighed in defeat but followed you anyways. Technically his shift had already ended but he sure didn't mind putting in some overtime. He couldn't risk you being all by yourself.
It wasn't a surprise how easily equipment in the ED got destroyed. There was always so much chaos going around. Nurses, doctors, medical assistants and anyone else in the room ran the risk of accidentally breaking a machine.
You've certainly broken a few.
"I thought this one was still relatively new," you murmured as you untangled the leads.
Robby took the leads away from your hands, untangling them himself. "Yeah, I don't know. One of the residents told me it wasn't working in the morning."
You shrugged your shoulders as you looked at the EKG machine. It looked intact. It still turned on. You didn't see anything wrong with it.
"It looks fine. It turns on and everything. Maybe they didn't put the leads on right."
"And have them potentially miss a heart attack? Oh, don't tell me that," Robby said as he looked at you, his hands working to continue untangling. "I'm going to ignore what you said and pretend that it's broken."
You raised your hands as you shrugged your shoulders. "You can't be everywhere all at once to check everyone's work. Just saying."
"No," Robby answered as he shook his head. "I know my residents. They wouldn't misplace a lead."
You hummed in acknowledgment. There was a chance that Robby was right, there could have been something wrong with the machine. Technology had a funny way of behaving.
"Well, let's try it out," you said as you shrugged off your jacket, exposing yourself to the unforgiving cold room. "I'll place the leads and see if it's really the machine or just misplacement."
Robby nodded along. Instead of letting you out on the leads yourself, he took the task from your hands. Robby guided you onto the hard hospital bed, making sure your back was supported by the pillows behind your back. His cold hands went underneath your top, causing goosebumps to arise upon your skin.
"They're cold!" You yelped as you yanked his hands out from your shirt.
Robby lowly chuckled at your little whine. He didn't waste time in bringing his hands together, rubbing them to warm them up. "Sorry, sweetheart."
After his hands were finally warmed up, his hands dove straight to your top. He smirked once he noticed you didn't have a bra on. "No bra? I should have known." Unable to resist, he allowed his fingers to skim the underside of your breast with the false pretense making sure the leads were on correctly.
You turned your head to look screen, looking at the output. "Everything looks normal."
Robby hummed in acknowledgement. "Yeah…..is your heart rate normally this low? It's at 58."
"Well I am just kind of sitting here so…."
"No, sweetheart," Robby hummed as his fingers went to check your pulse. "I think that's a little low. I think its reading wrong."
As Robby went to adjust the leads once again, his fingertips skimmed your hardened nipple, making the EKG spike.
Robby nearly missed it. Nearly.
"Oh?" Robby said in a low timbre. "Was that what I think it was?"
Normally, Robby couldn't tell when you were aroused. You often jumped on top of him and pulled his pants down whenever you felt like getting lucky. He could never hear your breath hitch or feel your skin warm up whenever he attempted to erotically caress you.
Robby decided to push his luck again. His fingers deliberately skimmed against your breast again, this time his fingers pinching the bud. Though you didn't make a sound, the EKG revealed what you had been hiding this entire time.
His touch makes your heart race.
"It's a normal body reaction," you huffed. "Don't be so full of yourself."
Robby's eyes didn't peel away from the screen. He seemingly had ignored your words as his fingers slowly traveled their way downwards. He watched as the screen showed your heart rate increasing.
It wasn't a weakness to let Robby know what he did to you. It was more of a weakness of where you liked to be touched and what made your heart race. You knew that once Robby held that kind of power, he would abuse it.
"Okay, we know it works now. You can take these off now," you said as you attempted to take off the leads.
You were met with Robby's hands on your chest, roughly shoving you back down on the bed. "I didn't say you could get up."
Your eyes widened at the rough action. You had gotten so used to taking the reigns. The simple action of him pushing you back like nothing made your heart race even faster.
"You liked that? You like me being rough with you?" Robby whispered as his left hand went for the buttons of your jeans. "I spent so much time being gentle with you when all you needed me was push you around."
He found your first weakness. You loved it whenever a man was rough. There had been too many times where you wished Robby could stuff your face in a pillow while he relentlessly pounded into your aching pussy.
But that was a fantasy for later. Not one to be fulfilled while they both of you were still clocked in.
"Someone could come in," you warned despite you lifting your hips to help him get your pants down.
"No one is going to come in," Robby soothed. "Everyone is too busy working. Just be quiet."
You nodded your head as you watched his hand disappear underneath your black lacy underwear. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his ran a finger through your sopping folds.
"Don't tease me, we don't have the time," you added as you lifted your hips once again.
"I'm making the time today," Robby replied as he continued his ministrations. "Gotta see what makes your heart race since you won't tell me what does."
You bit onto your knuckles to contain the noises that were threatening to spill from your mouth. It wasn't your fault you were sensitive. Or how the rough pads of his fingers created a delicious friction against your swollen clit.
"Look," Robby said as he nodded over to the screen of the EKG. "Notice how your heart races."
Your head lolled backwards to watch the screen once again. Your vision was blurry from working a 12 hour shift and you could barely make out what was happening. But there it was, the damn machine showing your erratic heartbeat.
"See that spike when I only use one finger against your clit? Look what happens when I use two."
Your mouth opened in a silent moan at the added friction. The added finger made your pleasure climb instantly, just as instantly as your heart picked up. You enjoyed the added sensation for a few seconds before he replaced his index and middle finger with his thumb.
"Now look at what happens when I do this."
Your eyes screwed shut and a high pitched whine filled the room as he slipped his two thick, warm fingers into your pussy. Robby pumped his fingers against your velvety walls without hesitation, setting a decent pace. It wasn't too fast but it had you grinding against his palm.
"Fuck, Robby," you moaned. "Hmmm….that feels good."
"I know," Robby smugly said. "I can see that."
The lewd sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt soon filled the room. It was a miracle that no one was hearing the two of you—or mostly just you. You tried to contain your moans but Robby was making it impossible.
The man found his cheat sheet and he was using it to his advantage.
"You're close, aren't you?" Robby asked. "I can feel you squeezing the hell out of my fingers."
You nodded your head, unable to form any words. All you could do was keep grinding on his hand as he kept his agonizing pace. You were getting lost in the sensations and the thrill of being caught. You were right on the edge, the god awful titillating edge that seemed like it was going on forever.
"I need…..fuck…..I need more," you whimpered. "I need more."
"More? What more could you want?" Robby asked with a laugh. "You're going to take what I give you."
"But—"
"No," Robby said in a stern voice as he lowered his head towards yours. "You're going to come on my two fingers because that's all you're going to get tonight. Either come, or don't."
A potential orgasm denial? From Robby?
That was a first.
You had been so used to getting your way that it felt foreign for Robby to be stern. Maybe you had to pull out the infamous puppy eyes again. That should make him fold.
"No, no, no, no, put those puppy eyes away," Robby immediately shut down as his other hand went to grip your cheeks. "I'm serious. Either focus and come or don't."
"Robby—"
"Focus," Robby interjected. "Come on, sweetheart. I know you're close, I can feel it. Breathe in and breathe out."
You nodded your head as you followed his directions. You took in a big deep breath in and even a bigger deep breath out.
"Yeah, there you go, just like that," Robby praised. "Again."
You followed his command without hesitation. It was working. You could feel your orgasm approaching faster and faster. The lighting hot heat was shooting up and down your legs, a telltale sign that you were close.
"You've been doing so good," Robby praised again. "Just a little more and you'll feel so so good."
It took a matter of seconds for your orgasm to take over your body. Your thighs clamped shut around his wrist as your pussy fluttered against his fingers. Robby gradually slowed his pace to keep you from overstimulating. The last thing he needed was for you to ruin the hospital sheets. He preferred you to gush all over his sheets.
"Open your mouth," Robby instructed.
You tilted your head in confusion. "Open my mouth? For wh—"
Robby stuffed his fingers, still glistened with your essence, into your mouth. Your eyes were as wide as they physically could go at the sudden ministration. This was certainly new.
"Lick them clean."
You hesitated for a quick second before you swirled your tongue around his digits, making them clean. He took his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop. He didn't say anything else as he helped you pull your jeans back on.
"Well, at least we know the EKG is working just fine."
you and jack are hosting a memorial day barbecue at your house, jack by the grill all day making sure there’s no shortage of hot dogs and burgers for everyone. you’re walking around in a cute little bathing suit, drink in hand as you talk to your guests, stealing looks at jack as he talks with his friends. <333
white t-shirt, camo shorts showcasing his prosthetic—he’s so fucking sexy like this, silver hair glinting in the sun.
whenever you walk past, he’s tugging you by the waist for a kiss, tucking you into his side as he holds his beer, murmuring in your ear, “wanna bite, baby?” while he flips a burger. feels so safe, so easy to be with him like this—so domestic.
fresh showers and the sun setting, he fucks you in the living room when everybody leaves, has you sat on his cock murmuring while he smacks your ass, spurring you on, “my pretty little house wife did so well.” “been waiting to fuck you all day, baby.”
this is nothing but all i can think about today ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
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AN: sorry not sorry this is just fluff and baby fever
Jack Abbott had lost a wife, lost a leg, and lost countless patients. Hell, he’d seen unimaginable things when he was working as a combat medic overseas. He was used to death, fear, plague, pestilence, darkness.
What he was not used to was a baby. Your baby, specifically.
You’d been working as a night shift nurse for a while, since you’d gotten out of school. You were just a few years shy of 30, and had gotten pregnant from some shithead boyfriend who’d broken up with you swiftly after a positive pregnancy test. But you were insistent on keeping it and had always been harboring a desire to have a baby shower and nursery and do all the little things for a child.
Jack had already gravitated towards you like a moth to a flame. Your ability to talk back to him, challenge him, make him laugh, he loved it. You made him feel a way he hadn’t in ages. But when you’d gotten pregnant… he got a hundred times more protective over you to the point you had to tell him to stop being a damn guard dog. He was always snapping at rude patients you’d be trying to take care of, always getting you a chair to sit in, always checking for when the last time you ate or drank water was.
Eventually the day came, luckily not when you were at work, when your water broke and you’d been rushed to PTMC. Jack knew because he certainly hadn’t paid off a tech to tell him when you’d checked in to have the baby. He sent flowers, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle himself if he went up there to see you.
But now it had been nearly a month into your maternity leave and you’d been sick of being cooped up in your house. You marched right through the side door with a giant stroller and announced “you’d be in the break room if anyone wanted to see the baby”, which might as well have been a magnet to all the dead-on-their-feet residents and nurses.
You’d winked at Jack when you came in. He hadn’t seen you since your last shift. He didn’t know why he was so nervous.
“Earth to Abbott, god dude just go see her,” Ellis said as she elbowed him after getting sick of him longingly looking at the break room for 10 minutes.
“What? No, no, ‘m good ‘m fine,” he said as he shook his head, unconvincing. Ellis rolled her eyes.
“For fucks sake old man it’s just a baby,” she laughed, “just go in and say hi to your favorite nurse at least,”.
“She’s not-“
“Don’t care, go see her,”.
Jack made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat as he pushed up from his charting station and started moving towards the break room, mentally praying for some insane 10 car pile-up trauma to come through the door.
No such luck.
He stepped into the break room and there you were. Happily chatting to Princess as she held your baby. You knew what you were doing bringing her in on hand-off.
You looked beautiful. Much less stressed than you had been when you were pregnant. Your hair was tied back, but still frizzy, and you barely had any makeup on, shadows of mascara under your eyes. You smiled at him as he stepped in and he had to remind himself to breathe.
“Hi Dr. Abbott! Busy day out there today?” you asked. He blinked and shrugged a shoulder.
“ ‘S fine,” he mumbled as he shoved his hands in his pockets, still looking at you, “how’re you feeling? You look good,”.
You smiled back, not missing the redness creeping up on his neck. “I’m good, happy she’s sleeping a little better every night,” you said, gesturing to the baby that was still tightly held in Princess’s arms.
“She is such a little angel!” Princess cooed. Jack nodded as if he was putting this fact to memory, still attempting not to look at the tiny thing.
“You been taking care of yourself?” Jack asked, trying to remember how to hold a conversation.
You chuckled and nodded, stretching your arms above your head for effect. “Doing my best. Gets a little boring just talking to a baby all day. I need to get this bookshelf from the living room to-“
“You’re not moving a bookshelf alone,” Jack cut you off. You raised your eyebrows, a familiar, testing glint in your eyes. You opened your mouth to ask oh well who’s moving it for me then? But Princess spoke first.
“Dr. Abbott would you like to hold the baby?”.
He froze and stared at Princess like she had a second head growing out of her neck. He coughed, “no, no, I um, that’s fine,”.
“Are you sure? She’s the calmest baby I’ve ever seen,” Princess insisted, very aware of the dynamic between you too.
“No, no, really it’s fine,” he nodded seriously, attempting to dig his hands farther into his pockets to show just how unavailable his hands were.
“Jesus, Jack it’s my baby not some patient with the measles,” you huffed standing up, and taking your baby back from Princess to stand in front of Jack. “Take her, she won’t bite, she literally can’t,” you said as you moved the baby from your chest to his.
Fuck
He pulled his hands out of his pockets fast and quickly shifted his hands to be supporting the tiny thing. You’d put her in a little green jumpsuit and put a little beanie with frog eyes on her. Princess and you were talking but he couldn’t hear any of it. He was solely focused on this tiny baby you’d just trusted him with. The baby was sleeping but made some little noises of general displeasure when she’d gotten passed around. She rubbed her head into his shirt as she settled again.
“She likes you,” you said sweetly, breaking him out of his trance. It was just you two in the room. When had Princess left? Dammit he knew this was going to happen.
“She’s just tired,” Jack murmured, and you two watched the baby drift back to sleep. You yawned and softly chuckled.
“Glad everyone’s getting her sleepy. Means she’ll be up all night partying,” you laughed.
“Are you getting enough sleep? I can come over and take care of her if you ever need to just- nap or anything,” Jack blurted out, “honestly it’s no problem. You need sleep,”.
Now it was your turn to redden. Nobody had offered something so intimate, but necessary to you before.
“Well it sounds like you’re already moving my bookshelf for me…” you said, testing.
“I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you need me to,”.
You unsuccessfully tried to hide your smile by biting down on your lip. “Jack you really don’t have to,” you insisted shyly.
“I don’t have to do anything, but I want to. I want to help you,” he said again plainly, thumb gently brushing the baby’s back.
Watching him with your baby made you practically want another one right then and there, but luckily the random aches and pains from the pregnancy reminded you that that wasn’t in the cards right now.
“Okay then, well, if you wanted to come over we could get that bookshelf moved after your shift,” you hummed as you took a step closer to take your baby back. He didn’t really want to let it go, but he did. “I’ll cook you breakfast or something, as a thank you,” you added, trying to make this seem casual, normal, domestic. No! Not domestic.
“That’s really not necessary,” Jack said as he watched you buckle the baby back into the stroller and make some faces at her before closing the little hood that went over it.
“Yeah, but it’ll get you to stay over longer,” you grinned, a familiar lopsided smirk on your face that he hadn’t been able to see for over a month. It nearly broke him all over again. He desperately wanted to just walk you and your baby out to your car and get in with you. Drive home. Watch TV on the couch as you tried to get the baby to fall asleep. Move whatever furniture you wanted. Pass out in your bed as he got up to take care of the baby, letting you sleep.
He wasn’t sure how something so tiny could have him bending over backwards like this.
He reddened as your comment finally sank in.
“Well you could just ask for that sweetheart,” he said back under his breath, so only you could hear it as he pushed the break room door open for you.
You chuckled as the two of you exchanged brief glances. Nothing behind those eyes except warmth and fondness.
“I’ll see you later Jack,” you hummed as you patted his chest. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it before letting it go.
“ ‘ll see you later,” he smiled.
You walked out, pushing your stroller. Smile plastered to your face but hidden from Jack. Princess caught it and gave you a knowing wink and thumbs up.
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Ur Jack’s sweet lil nurse gf who has been staying overtime to help get things caught up after a hectic day and you keep shooing him off while he keeps trying to tell you to leave until he silently throws you over his shoulder and starts carrying you out to your car
“Come on angel you gotta go home I can hold down the fort here”
thinking about dbf!jack abbot catching you smoking weed at your dad’s house – he was dropping by with a toolkit he borrowed – and saw you sitting on the couch with an oversized shirt on, joint in hand. he knew it was medicinal, your father himself confided in jack about how rough college was for you and how you started having severe anxiety. so it makes sense how he would stay and check up on you!
jack abbot who convinces you to let him take a hit – he was the sleazy stoner type in med school, rolling joints in the skate park in between exams. when you both get deeper into the smoke sesh he starts getting handsy, plucking the joint directly from your lips instead of letting you pass it directly to him, rubbing your knees in that small, circular motion that sends a tingle straight straight to your cunt but you’re so high you can’t tell it’s from the weed or being so horny for your dad’s best friend :(.
jack abbot who gets the munchies and ends up eating your pussy on your childhood bed. your legs wrapped around his head as he moans into your clit about how “you taste so fucking good, kiddo” and how he’s going to now look into medicinal marijuana because “how am i going to fuck you if my leg hurts?”
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“Mikey quit squirming-“ you hissed as you manhandled his jaw, turning it away to get a better view of his ear.
“It’s not gonna hurt that bad right?” he weakly asked. Jack and you exchanged a glance, knowing you couldn’t let him whine his way out of this. Jack took a swig of the lukewarm beer and clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder as he passed by on the way to the kitchen.
“‘S gonna be fine, brother,” he said, unconvincingly. You rolled your eyes and pushed Michael’s head back as he started to turn again. He’d always been the most rule-follower out of the three of you. It had taken a lot of discussion, and alcohol, for him to finally agree to let you try out your earring gun and pierce one of his ears. He shifted in the chair, which squeaked in protest. The three of you had snagged the mismatched kitchen table set from the curb and dragged it all back to the apartment a few weeks ago.
“Alright take a breath,” you said, watching Jack step back in with a new beer and holding another one for Michael. He set it down on the table and moved to stand behind you, his front pressing into your back, which was normal by this point. Personal space had gone out the window a while ago in the friendship. Michael took a shaky breath in and tightly shut his eyes. “Five…four…three…” you slowly counted down before abruptly pulling the trigger, causing Michael to shout and jump, to which Jack quickly reached over you to push him back down into the chair. Michael instantly went red in the face as he sputtered out curses directed at nobody and everybody.
“Good boy Mikey,” Jack chuckled, using your nickname for him, which only made his face go redder. You slid the earring gun off of Michael’s ear leaving behind a small gold hoop.
“See, looks good,” you hummed, standing up from your stool. Jack instantly put a hand on your lower back to steady you. He chuckled again into his bottle as he put his head on your shoulder to get a good view.
“Yeah, really sexy,” he laughed. Michael stood up at that and beelined to the bathroom to look in the mirror. You and Jack trailed fast behind him, Jack catching the door mid-swing as Michael tried to slam it shut behind him.
“This looks ridiculous!” Michael shouted as he gestured wildly to his newly pierced ear, “it’s a fucking hoop! I look insane! You said it’d just be a stud!”.
You tapped your chin in faux thought, “Did I? Ah shit, my bad Mikey,” you hummed apologetically as you reached up to examine your work, “I’ll make it up to you,”. Michael’s looked down to meet your eyes, flitting between you and Jack's bemusement.
“Come on brother, let's get you right,” Jack smirked.
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