#esotericcherub

everyone in the pitt wonders why you always look so put together and so happy despite working in the pitt, what they don’t know is that jack spoils you rotten and buys you whatever you want.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: secret relationship, kisses, jack spoiling reader, reader is a resident, age gap (reader in 20s, jack in 50s), you’re the princess of the pitt!, pet names, various relationship dynamics, medical inaccuracies?

wc: 3.3k

a/n: need to write more for my hb jack because i had so much fun writing his character. i also got carried away exploring readers dynamics with various characters but i had so much fun :)

You were on the elevator down to the ED from the paediatrics department, you had been put on a pedes rotation for a couple months and then you would be back down in The Pitt after that. You discovered that you actually enjoyed being with babies and kids and that you might consider switching to that department, but often in the quietness you found yourself missing the chaos of the ED and seeing Jack all the time.

You had been paged to come downstairs to see baby Jane Doe. The elevator pinged and you got out, already being swept up in the Fourth of July madness. “I guess emergencies don’t stop for the holidays, huh.” You questioned, walking up to the nurses station.

“Princess of the Pitt!” Dana exclaimed and wrapped you in a hug. “Former.” You corrected the old nickname, warming your heart. “Still the princess in all of our hearts.” Dana smiled.

The nickname had come around for you after your co-workers noticed how put together you looked all the time, and how you always turned the heads of patients and even some of the people you worked with. Notably, Jack.

You always had freshly trimmed healthy hair, going to appointments every two weeks. You used high end shampoos and hair treatments to maintain the silky smooth look your hair always had. Your hair was always tied back into a perfect ponytail, not one hair out place. And, you always smelled divine with various designer perfumes on rotation.

Everyone wondered how you afforded this lifestyle, well everyone but Mel. You had moved in with Mel not long after you met, You needed somewhere to stay that was close by to the hospital and she just so happened to have an unoccupied spare room.

You couldn’t exactly hide the fact that Jack was the one that was funding this lifestyle, especially when he always stopped by the house and stayed some nights. Mel and Jack got along great outside of work, Mel even going out of her way to invite him over for dinner on a day that you all weren’t working, which was very rare.

Jack bought you everything that you wanted or needed to maintain your appearance. You didn’t even need to ask sometimes, he transferred the money to your account without a word. He was responsible for your hair appointments, designer perfumes and clothes, everything.

“How can Abbot afford to pay for your hair, shopping addiction and many other things?” Mel asked one night the two of you were curled up on the couch after a particularly stressful shift, and Jack had sent you money for You and Mel to get food.

“It’s that attending salary,” You shrugged. “I do feel bad, I feel like I’m taking his hard earned money.” You said, chewing on your lip guilty.

“Why? If he wants to spoil you, good for him!I think he quite enjoys spoiling you actually.” Mel smiled. “Thank you, Melly. Your wisdom always picks me up.” You grinned as you shoved some food into your mouth, starving as per.

It was safe to say that you and Mel got along straight away because you understood each other, she was usually the one who stopped your overthinking and you helped Mel regulate. You were her safe space, outside of Langdon.

“What’s brought you down here?” Cassie asked, popping up from behind you snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Robby wanted me to come down and look at Baby Jane Doe. He wants my opinion.” You said simply. “I mean who throws out a perfectly good baby?!” Dana said in outrage, throwing her hands up. “That is what I am here to find out!” You said, running to find the room she was in.

You located the room and saw Robby and Mohan inside. “Hi!” You beamed, making your way towards the baby. “We just needed your opinion on her, It doesn’t hurt to get a second opinion.” Samira greeted you.

“No it doesn’t.” You agreed, pressing your stethoscope against the baby’s belly. “Okay little miss, I am just going to check you over!” You cooed.

Samira left the room, saying that she had a patient to get to so now it was just you and Robby in the room.

“I can’t hear or see anything abnormal. She’s healthy!” You said confirming what Robby already knew. “Thank god.” Robby muttered, letting the baby wrap her whole fist around Robby’s finger.

“You know, she needs an emergency placement. Fancy being thought of for kinship adoption?” Robby probed, meeting your eyes. It was a very tempting offer, but you couldn’t.

“Ja— Mel would kill me.” You said trying to conceal your almost slip up but Robby caught it. “Jack. Huh?” He smirked. You had been at Jack's place more frequently lately, waiting for him when he got back from his night shift.

“Don’t start.” You groaned. “My lips are sealed.” Robby chuckled.

“Speaking of Jack, have you seen him yet?” You asked, already missing Jack even though you had kissed him goodbye this morning. “He had to come in to take someone to emergency surgery earlier. He’s either still in surgery or napping in one of the on call rooms.” Robby said. “If you find him, wake him up.” Robby said, knowing that you were going to find him anyway.

“Will do, Boss.” You smirked. “Not anymore!” Robby exclaimed and left the room.

You looked down at your watch, it was 6:46pm. Jack was due to start his shift and you were due to leave yours in fourteen minutes. You swaddled the baby back up and left her room in search of him.

“Hey!” Trinity said, stopping you in your tracks. “Hi! How’s it going?” You enquired looking curiously down at Trinity doing charting. “This charting is making me want to fucking kill myself, I can’t wait to get out of here.” Trinity grumbled and you nodded in sympathy.

“What are you wearing?” Trinity asked, sniffing the air around you. “Oh! It’s some Dior perfume, I forgot the name.” You smiled. One thing about you, is that you always smelled good even after being covered in god knows what fluids all day.

“How can you afford that on our salary?” Trinity asked incredulously. “You always smell delectable.” She whined.

“I have my ways,” You winked, leaving Trinity dumbfounded. “Gotta run!”

You bolted off in the direction of the on-call rooms and gently opened each of them, until you found Jack in one of them.

He was already awake and shirtless, he sat up and put his scrub top back on. “Hey, baby.” You beamed, walking over to Jack when he patted his lap for you to sit on.

“Hi, princess.” Jack grinned and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Time for your shift.” You said in a low voice, both of you not making a move. “I’ve been hyping myself up for it, for the past ten minutes.” Jack confessed.

“You and the ‘Night Crawlers’ as you so affectionately call your team will do great, sometimes I’m jealous at how relaxed the night shift seems.” You pouted. “I could ask for you to get put on night shift rotation!” Jack said excitedly.

“As much as I would love to be with you guys, I value my sanity and sleep.” You said and Jack whined again. “Speaking of, I’ve got to run to finish the last couple minutes of my shift.” You said, peeling yourself off Jack's lap.

“See you back at home, baby.” Jack smiled, placing a comforting hand on the small of your back as you stood up. You didn’t bother to correct Jack on how he called his apartment your home. You smiled like a little child all the way back up to the pedes floor.

You didn’t get off at seven like you intended as you had suddenly become super busy, getting swept into a case with a sick newborn and trying to figure out what was wrong with him. It was now nine and you were taking the familiar trip back down to the ED so that you could leave.

“Y/N!” Trinity said, beckoning you over once she saw you. “What’s up?” You asked, sitting on a stool next to Mel and Trinity setting your bag on the floor.

“We’re going for drinks and karaoke after we finish up this last little bit of charting. Are you coming?” Trinity asked, you darted your eyes between her and Mel feeling excited and shocked that Mel had been convinced to come out. “Well we were actually going up to the roof first to watch the fireworks.” Mel cut in.

“Count me in!” You smiled and Trinity nodded. “I can’t believe you convinced Mel to come out with us, I’ve been begging her for months.” You said.

“It didn’t take that much convincing actually.” Trinity corrected. “It’s been a shift from hell.” Mel huffed and you nodded solemnly. “No point in me waiting up on the roof alone, I’ll keep you company.” You announced.

“Doctor Y/N!” Jack called and you whipped your head around to his direction fast, something about his tone was odd and panicky which was unusual. You didn’t like it in the slightest.

“Yeah?” You questioned. “You gotta come in here. Quick.” He exclaimed and went back into the room. You quickly shrugged off your zipper and ran into the room.

You walked into the room to be met with a heavily pregnant woman seizing on the table. “We’re just about to do a emergency c section, I need you over beside Mckay to help baby.” Jack ordered, you obeyed and stood beside the incubator.

Jack had gone in with the scalpel and preformed the c-section, getting the baby out and handing her over to you. The baby didn’t come out crying and was blue, you, Mckay and Shen got to working on her straight away.

“Come on, little one.” You muttered, blowing into her mouth to clear her airway. “We need you to get an eight.” You whispered, hoping desperately that she would pull through. Her APGAR scale was currently sitting at a seven.

The baby let out a small wail that had you and everyone in the room letting out a sigh of relief. “Good work everyone.” Robby commented and left the room. Jack was still working on the mother who was still unconscious.

“You can go, we got this.” Jack said, his eyes softening over his mask. See you at home, you thought. “Goodnight, everyone.” You said to the room.

You ripped off your protective vests and snapped your gloves off, throwing them in the trash. “That was intense. Let’s go, please.” You pleaded, shrugging your zipper back on and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

After watching the fireworks with everyone else, you, Mel, and Trinity walked into the bar next to the hospital. Utterly exhausted and bleary eyed, but that drink was calling your name.

You successfully coaxed Mel into karaoke, promising her that no one would even remember by the time you walked off the stage. “How about a Megan Thee Stallion song! Big Ole Freak?” Mel exclaimed excitedly brainstorming ideas for songs. You and Trinity gave each other a look at Mel’s suggestion.

“I love you, Melly but we can’t keep up with her flow. Unless you want to go up on stage yourself, be our guest.” You said sarcastically, Mel profusely shook her head, shying away. “How about, You Oughta Know by Alanis Morrisette?” You suggested.

“Fuck Yes!” Trinity shouted and you smiled. “I love that song!” Mel smiled. “And we can all relate to it in some way, so it’s perfect.” You shrugged, Trinity nodded in agreement but Mel looked at you confused. “You’ll understand what I mean eventually.” You said to Mel.

You put your song and names into the system and disappeared to go get drinks. It would certainly take some liquid courage to get you through this. You gulped down your drinks one after one, feeling the effects of the alcohol hitting you quickly.

Mel seemed composed on the outside, but you had known her long enough that you knew what type of drunk she was. Mel was always funny and quite forward when drunk, something you never would have expected. Trinity was Trinity, she was jolly and was very affectionate. Telling you that she loves you.

The karaoke host called up your names to come and sing. When the beat kicked in, it was like you all transformed into this other version of yourselves. An alter ego who was bitter and angry took over, you all sang your heart outs. Mel even letting her braid loose and head banging back and forth.

When you were done, everyone in the bar clapped for you and you couldn’t help the small blush that creeped up onto your already flushed cheeks. “I think that healed something in me.” Trinity announced, referring to her and Garcia's tumultuous relationship. “Me too!” You agreed, even though you were in a happy relationship with Jack. “Yeah….Same.” Mel nodded. “I told you, you’d get it.”

You all stumbled back to your table on unsteady legs, plopping back down onto the soft cushion, sipping your drinks sweetly and like there was no tomorrow. Trinity was currently drowning her sorrows and talking sadly about her and Garcias relationship. “You just need to be forward and ask her what she wants from you.” You slurred. “Sex.” Mel said, rolling her eyes, like it was the most obvious answer.

“Shush, I mean you lay down what you want and maybe she will come around. I mean that’s what I did with Jack and—.” You blabbed, not even realising what you said. “What do you mean, with Jack.” Trinity cut in, straightening in her seat now becoming interested. Mel widened her eyes at you, you slapped your hand over your mouth and your slip up.

“I—.” You began to say but couldn’t find the words, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole right there and then. “Who do you think buys her all of those expensive things.” Mel shrugged, slurping lazily at her drink. Trinity darted her eyes between the two of you, meanwhile you sat with your head in your hands. “Mel!” You exclaimed.

“I fucking knew it!” Trinity exclaimed, smiling gleefully. “You did not.” You rolled your eyes. “Whitaker owes me ten bucks.” Trinity said, a smug expression on her face. “You opened a betting pool on my relationship?” You asked. “Why is this so surprising,” Trinity snickered.

You grumbled and flung yourself back against your seat. “But good for you girl, bagging an attending. Who is very attractive and is willing to spoil you.” Trinity said, a look of pride on her face. “Thanks.” You smiled. “That means a lot coming from a lesbian.” Mel stated, Trinity nodded.

You sat there for a while longer, you opened up more on your relationship with Jack and Trinity nodded along in approval.

You all left the bar, stumbling into eachother as you walked along the streets of Pittsburgh late at night, the fireworks from the Fourth of July beginning to come to an end. You grabbed pizza from a small shop, each of you taking a slice. Talking with your mouths full, as you recounted the events of the day.

“Are you coming back home tonight?” Mel asked. “I’m going to Jacks tonight.” You said, smiling sadly. “I miss you.” Mel whined. “Me too! I’ll be home tomorrow and then we’ll do something seeing as we’re both off.” You smiled and Mel nodded.

Jack's house, thankfully, was just around the block from you and Mel's shared apartment so it wasn’t that far of a walk at all.

You said your goodbyes to Trinity and Mel and walked to Jack's house, fumbling around in your bag for a set of keys he cut specifically for you.

You woke up the next morning, with the bright July sun streaming in through the window and feeling sticky with sweat. You looked down and saw Jack lying with his head burrowed in between your boobs, and his arms gripped tightly around your waist. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you were wearing minimal clothes yourself, this meant that you stuck to eachother.

You peeled yourself off, positive that you would melt into him due to this heatwave. Jack groaned a little in annoyance as you pulled away, a sound you hated.

“Morning, princess.” Jack said sleepily, his eyes still closed. “I’m sorry to wake you.” You said apologetically. “Nah you didn’t, I just got in a little bit ago.” Jack said sitting up straighter in bed.

“I’m gonna take you shopping later on. Spoil you.” Jack stated, a shit eating grin spread across your lips. “Where?”

“Surprise.” Jack smiled, flopping back down onto the bed. “Sleep for a little, you’ve been working all night.” You frowned, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Jack took your advice without a word and squished his face back into the pillow, a little quirk he had to get him to sleep.

Like clockwork, a few hours later around Noon, Jack was dressed and padded into the living room. You were laying with every part of your body pressing into the couch, desperately trying to use to coldness of the leather to cool you down.

“Ready to go?” Jack questioned. You nodded and sprung up, desperate to get out of the house.

Jack drove the two of you to the closest shopping mall, the one where all of the actually good stores where. “Victorias Secret, baby?” Jack asked and you nodded excitedly.

“Buy whatever you want.” Jack said and let you guide him around the store. You picked up various matching bra and underwear sets, showing him the ones you like, Jack always nodded in approval knowing you would look good in any of them.

“Which one?” You asked, holding up two lingerie sets for Jack to choose from. “You pick, baby. You’ve got free reign on my credit card.” Jack chuckled.

“You’re the one that has to tear it off of me.”You whispered in his ear, sending shockwaves up his spine. You saw Jack straighten and eye the two sets intensely. “The bubblegum pink one.” Jack said eagerly.

“Great choice, Jack.” You smirked and flung it in your basket.

Once you paid at Victoria’s Secret, Jack took you to some other stores before you had to stop him. Fearing that he would go bankrupt.

“I just like spoiling you.” Jack pouted. “I know, baby but I don’t want you going into debt on my behalf.” You said honestly, Jack bent down and stole a kiss on your lips.

“Can you take me back to Mel’s? She misses me.” You explained. “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t need to explain to me.” He smiled sweetly.

“I think we’re going to order something and watch Dirty Dancing.” You said, thinking about your perfect night already. “I thought that was our thing.” Jack said. “Our thing is watching Grease and trying to dance just like Sandy and Johnny.” You chuckled.

“We’re pretty good at it.” Jack nodded, thinking back to all of the times you both recreated the scenes in his living room.

You eventually fell into a comfortable silence as he drove you to Mel’s apartment, you had a small permanent smile on your face as you looked out the window. Everything in your life was falling into place.

“You know we’re like Johnny and Baby in real life.” Jack stated, you looked at him and giggled. “How?”

“Older man and younger woman. And, I would totally pull you into my arms infront of your parents and whisk you away to dance.” Jack chuckled. “Would you now?” You said in amusement.

reader makes a tiktok with jack where you bite his bicep, and it blows up.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: reader is a resident, age gap, jack and his massive biceps, biting??, kissing, teasing, secret relationship.

a/n: as a bicep lover and being jealous of everyone on tiktok who has a bicep to bite, this was born 😌

It was currently a little after eight PM and you and Jack were at your house, a very rare occurrence where Jack wasn’t working. You were laying with your head in Jack's lap scrolling mindlessly on Tiktok, Jack combing his fingers through your hair lazily while watching TV.

A video had popped up on your feed of a girl eating food off her boyfriend's bicep, the video made you stop in your tracks as an idea bloomed in your brain. You watched the video on repeat, trying to visualise yourself making a video in a similar context.

“Would you watch another video please.” Jack groaned, the music from the six second video clip playing on loop. You quickly shut your phone off and tossed it next to you, you repositioned yourself so that you were sitting on your knees.

“You’re up to something.” Jack said, narrowing his eyes at you. “What? No I’m not!” You exclaimed. “You’ve got that look on your face.” Jack said pointedly.

“Look?” You questioned, a smirk creeping up on your lips. “Exactly that!” Jack exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your lips.

“Fine,” You sighed, pulling out your phone and showing Jack the video. “Can we please recreate this.” You asked excitedly, looking up at Jack.

“Absolutely not!” Jack laughed. “Why! You won’t even be in the video, just your bicep.” You tried to reason but he was having none of it. “What if people at the hospital figure out it’s me?” Jack said.

You and Jack had been in a secret relationship for two months at this point, you both weren’t ready to let anyone know yet. You were both revelling in the peacefulness and bliss of no one intruding in on your lives, no one at work constantly whispering about the two of you.

“From your bicep?” You said incredulously, his comment making you stare at him like he had two heads. “Yes! Those people on that Tiktok app can find out anything.” Jack stated.

“You are such an old man!” You giggled. “So what if I'm not tech savvy? At least I’m safe!” Jack said, trying to get his point across to you.

“Come on! Please.” You begged, crawling up to Jack on the couch so you were near inches from his face. You were trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but nothing was convincing him.

“Nope.” Jack said, trying desperately to focus on the TV so that he wouldn’t meet your eye.

“Abbot.” You said sternly. Jack whipped his neck around to look you in the eyes again, the use of his last name coming from you making him straighten in his seat and nervously swallow.

“Fine.” Jack said, clearing his throat, your face still being locked in on a serious expression. “Yay!” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as your expression softened.

“God. I forgot how scary you were before we knew each other properly.” Jack shivered, thinking back to you being a stubborn hard faced first year resident as Jack (an attending) barked out orders, which you did not immediately obey. From then on, he knew he was a goner for you.

You shrugged your shoulders and walked towards your kitchen, pulling a can of whipped cream out of your fridge.

“Why do you have a can of whipped cream?” Jack asked as you sat next to him and shook the can. “For hot chocolate, obviously.” You said.

You were currently dressed in a little babydoll dress that Jack had gotten you as a gift for your birthday, the sight of you in it never failed to make him practically drool. You crawled onto his lap so that you could position yourself accordingly for the video.

Your dress had bunched up a little so that it was sitting around your upper thighs, your panties planted against his clothed dick making him groan out. You ignored him, deciding to make him suffer for a while longer.

“Flex,” You ordered, Jack obeying as he flexed his bicep. You squirted some cream on his arm and selected the sound you were going to use.

The music filtered out your phone as you started recording, you licked the cream off of his arm and then gently bit in his bicep muscle.

You were about to stop recording when Jack took your chin between his fingers, and moved you so that you were facing him before placing a kiss on your lips. You let out a small squeal in surprise and stopped recording.

“You didn’t have to do that end bit.” You smirked. “Figured if we are already giving them a show, why not fully commit to the bit.” Jack shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder as you watched the video back.

“That was great.” You smiled. When Jack kissed you, there was nothing identifiable about him all you could see was his lips coming into frame at the end.

“They’ll love it, baby.” He smiled, Jack's attention going back to the TV.

You captioned the post “Get you an older man who’ll let you do stuff like this !” and clicked post.

You put your phone on charge and headed to bed for your shift in the morning.

“You go in before me.” You said to Jack as he parked at the hospital.

Jack had to swap shifts with Al-Hashimi so she was covering for him at night instead.

“Why do I always have to go in first?” Jack argued, huffing as he got out of the car. “Because you’re the attending, duh.” You rolled your eyes, stepping out the car and swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Fair point.” Jack nodded. “Take long strides!” You called after Jack as he started walking away, he turned around briefly and gave you a quick thumbs up.

You stood by his car for two minutes before you started moving into the hospital.

“Morning!” You smiled at Dana as you rushed past the nurses station and into the locker room to drop your stuff off. When you left the locker room, you noticed a couple of the Doctors and nurse looking at you and whispering.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” You asked Emma, huffing at the more stares you were getting than normal. “Well…” Emma trailed off and quickly pulled out her phone onto Tiktok.

Your video played and you swear your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you saw the amount of likes you had gotten, you had two hundred thousand likes in the span of ten hours. You had completely forgotten to check your phone when you woke up this morning.

“You’ve gone viral.” Emma giggled, opening up the comments and reading some to you. You covered your face in embarrassment at the boldness of some of the comments and the fact that all your co-workers had found your account!

“I didn’t think that video would amass that amount of likes and views!” You whispered. “Even the stupidest things go viral these days.” Emma shrugged.

You were pulled into an incoming trauma and temporarily forgot all about the video as you got stuck into your work. You and Jack worked around each other, the occasional graze of his arm against yours still never failing to make your skin break out in goosebumps.

Once things had settled a little, you got caught up on charting taking the computer next to Trinity and Dennis.

“So… that video huh.” Trinity smirked, breaking the silence. “Don’t you start as well!” You exclaimed. “It was hot!” Trinity said in defence.

“You’re a lesbian?” Dennis said. “I’m obviously not talking about the guy, fuckleberry!” Trinity said gritting her teeth, and gesturing towards you. The nickname making you hold your laugh in.

“Thank you, Trinity!” You beamed. “So who’s the guy?” Dennis asked. “I am not telling you that.” You snorted, swivelling your chair back around to face the computer.

“Well it’s obviously someone from the hospital.” Trinity stated. “Why would it be?” You asked. “Because when do you have time to meet someone outside of work, you’re like, never out of this hospital.” Trinity shrugged.

“Trinity!” You exclaimed, your feelings were a bit hurt. “I go to bars!”

“I’m always with you, and you don’t pull.” Trinity said, cocking an eyebrow. You sighed and Trinity knew she was right. “She’s going to start listing names.” Dennis pre-warned you.

“Shen?” Trinity asked. “No.”

“Langdon?” Trinity asked, your face screwing up at his name. “That’s Mel’s man.”

“Robby?” Trinity questioned in full seriousness. “What? No!” You exclaimed, you reared back in offence.

“Ouch.” Robby fake pouted, jumping in on your interrogation. “You’re like my uncle.” You rolled your eyes. Robby leaned against your desk and became invested in this discussion.

“Whitaker?” Trinity smirked. Both you and Dennis stared at Trinity incredulously and said at the same time “No.”

“Ogilvie?” Trinity asked. You gagged in response.

“Abbot.” Trinity questioned, her lips contorting into a knowing smirk. Robby and Whitaker's eyes both landed on you, interested in your response. “No.” You said too quickly.

“You’re lying.” Both Trinity and Dennis pointed out. “Am not!” You exclaimed, feeling your cheeks flush.

“You pursed your lips and blinked rapidly.” Robby pointed out, teasing you. “Robby, you are not in criminal minds.” You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have to listen to any of you.” You glared, standing up to leave. “You’re just pissed because we sussed out your secret relationship!” Trinity shouted as you walked away.

Jack was back at your apartment again after work, you both immediately collapsed into bed as the soft low sound of the TV filled the room.

“Robby, Trinity, and Dennis figured us out today.” You said, Jack chuckled in response. “Robby knows.” Jack snickered. “What! How?” You asked.

“I didn’t directly tell him, but he figured it out long ago and I didn’t confirm or deny.” Jack smirked. “So he was just fucking with me?” You scoffed and Jack nodded.

You opened a new text message thread with Robby immediately.

You: fucker.

Robby: Lol. Figured it out long ago, kid.

You showed Jack the text messages and he threw his head back in laughter.

“Look at this,” Jack laughed as he showed you someone thirsting over him in your comment section of the video. Jack was tickled by the whole thing, how everyone found his bicep and the way he kissed you hot.

However, there was also a fair amount of comments thirsting over you. You suspected at least half of them from Trinity.

The comment read “is he single.” and you felt oddly jealous even though Jack was laying in bed beside you, not the commenter. You pulled out your phone to reply immediately.

jack helps reader when they come back from the bar together, his attentiveness and attention to detail melting your heart. the next morning, as jack leaves your room he runs into someone else surprising coming out the room across from yours.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption, fluff!!!, a lot of langdonmel, use of pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart), age gap, reader is a resident, public relationship.

wc: 2.6k

a/n: i am absolutely obsessed with shawn hatosy and miss seeing him on my screen, writing jack fluff fills the void and my delusions!!! also more reader and mel’s dynamic since i never see it written enough.

The day shift crew organised a night after work to go to the bar down the street, majority of you had not had a drink in weeks and it was very well needed after the shift you had all had. By extension, Jack was invited too as this was one of his very rare nights off so you were making the most of it.

You and Jack had been dating for a couple of months now, you began dating just before the Fourth of July but you had been crushing on eachother for months, you specifically since your first day landing eyes on him. Everyone at work knew about you two, even resorted to calling you the “Mom and Dad of the Pitt.” At work, you had to keep your relationship lowkey because of HR and Gloria sniffing about. Gloria had clocked you two a couple of times, even confronting Robby about it but he just made Gloria feel delusional for even suspecting anything.

Jack had a protective hand resting on your thigh as you talked to Mel and Trinity. You, Mel, and Trinity made it tradition to do karaoke anytime you were at the bar, you were currently discussing what song you should do while Jack chimed in with his own suggestions.

“What about a Michael Jackson song or something?” Jack shrugged, half heartedly throwing in his suggestion. All three of you looked at him, wide eyed and blinking at the stupidness of his suggestion.

“Jack, baby I love you but no.” You said, patting his arm, leaning into his side. “You’re really showing your age here, Dr. Abbot.” Trinity mumbled into her drink. Jack grumbled and sighed, pulling you closer into his side.

“Thank you for your suggestion, Dr. Abbot but it’s not really our…style?” Mel said kindly. Mel was right, you threes style in karaoke songs was upbeat and girly, not old man.

“Ooh! Has anyone seen Coyote Ugly?” You asked, thinking of the perfect song. Mel and Trinity nodded their heads vigorously, liking the song you had in mind. “Let’s do Can’t Fight The Moonlight!” You said. “I’ll go put it through.” Trinity smiled, moving to go up to the karaoke host.

When it was you guys turn to go up on stage, there could be various rounds of applause and hoots from your coworkers for support. The music kicked in and you felt like you were instantly transported to a teenage version of yourself, singing into hairbrushes with your bestfriends.

You were always surprised at Trinity’s singing voice every time you did karaoke, you forgot underneath that cold exterior was a voice and personality that radiated warmth.

You sang the last words and everyone erupted into applause, you did a fake curtesy as you jogged back to Jack excitedly. “You done amazing, sweetheart.” Jack smiled, planting a tender kiss on your lips. You grinned back at him, chugging down the drink he had bought you.

“I thought that was really Violet from Coyote Ugly up there, kid.” Dana chuckled, you playfully rolled your eyes.

Trinity had somehow managed to be roped away with Garcia, the two talking and giggling in that way that showed that they were into eachother. “Bet you they go home together.” You leaned over and whispered to Mel, who was currently sat besides Langdon. His hand slung over the back of Mel’s chair.

“One hundred percent.” Mel laughed, staring over at Trinity and Garcia. Jack left your side to go over to the bar to order more drinks, which left you kind of third wheeling Mel and Langdon. You weren’t blind, you saw how they gazed at each other in the ER and outside of work, they just were too chicken to admit that they had feelings.

You could see Mel was visibly flustered the more that Langdon was leaning into her, her cheeks heating up at any graze of skin. You chuckled to yourself, deciding to play matchmaker and leave them alone.

“I’m just gonna see what Jack's up to!” You squeaked, standing up a bit too fast as the table wobbled slightly. “Y/N—.” Mel went to say but was cut off when you darted off in search for Jack.

“I was going to bring the drinks over, you didn’t need to come over.” Jack frowned in confusion as you practically bounced up to him. “No, I know. I’m playing matchmaker.” You grinned cheekily, nodding your head over in the direction of Mel and Langdon.

“Ah,” Jack chuckled as he redirected eyes over to meet yours. You slid onto a barstool, deciding to give Mel and Langdon space that they needed even if they didn’t know that. Jack copied you and done the same. You drank and laughed with Jack, moments like these you loved the simpleness of it all.

When you were just sitting with Jack chatting happily and laughing with him about literally anything, work was the last thing on your mind. It was like work was a foreign concept to you, because you were so happy in your own little world with Jack in it.

Jack kept buying you drinks of your choice, not giving you a chance to pay. You had pulled out your card numerous times, but he shoved your hand away urging you to put your card back.

You and Jack were now drunk and merry, you slowly blinked as you took in his face. The wrinkles around his eyes from smiling a lot, the freckles that lightly dusted his cheeks. He was perfect.

“I feel a bit sick.” You announced, suddenly feeling nauseous as the alcohol caught up to you. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” Jack nodded, looking at his watch and you agreed with him. Standing up on shaky unsteady legs.

“Fuck, angel I forgot I drove in today.” Jack cursed, looking at his car that was currently parked outside the bar. “It’s okay, Mel and I’s apartment is only around the corner.” You smiled. “I know baby, I’ve been over multiple times.” Jack chuckled.

Mel moved in with you, a little after you met her over a year ago. You became friends instantly and she was looking for a place to stay after her apartment had been unexpectedly flooded. Even though Mel’s living situation obviously wasn’t ideal, you were over the moon at having your bestfriend move in with you. You gushed over the endless movie nights that you both would share.

You also had a small box room, which was perfect for when Becca decided she wanted to stay, which was rare but you still wanted to make it feel as much Becca’s home as well as it was you and Mel’s.

“I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.” You said, as you accidentally bumped into Jack finding it hard to walk i. a straight line. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled, slinging an arm around you and placing a rough kiss to your temple.

You made it up to your apartment, digging around in your bag for your keys and fumbling them around the key hole. Jack wordlessly took the keys from you and successfully unlocked the door. You were far drunker than Jack, Jack had a scarily good alcohol tolerance.

You kicked off your shoes at the door, and took your jacket off flinging it over the couch, Jack doing the same.

You padded down to your room, Jack following behind. You started taking your clothes off and putting fresh pyjamas on, you threw your dirty clothes into a pile on your bedroom floor that you would sort out in the morning. Jack shed his jeans and tshirt, leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

You dug into one of your drawers that you kept empty specifically for Jack, you threw him a pair of sleep shorts knowing that he preferred to sleep shirtless.

You flung yourself back on your plush bed clumsily, the room spinning and you tried desperately to focus your attention on a specific spot on the ceiling to hopefully ease your dizziness but it didn’t work.

You heard Jack moving around your room, and the TV coming on. The soft sounds of people speaking filtering through your room. “I turned on the TV, because I know it’s the only thing that keeps the dizziness in check.” Jack smiled.

“You remember.” You pouted, feeling yourself tear up that he remembered a detail as simple as that. “Of course I do, I remember everything you tell me.” Jack said softly, cupping your cheeks with his big veiny hands before bending down and stealing a kiss on your lips.

Jack had chosen Top Gun to lull you to sleep, the graininess of the 80s quality soothing you. “I’m going to take your makeup off.” Jack announced. “I’ll do it in the morning.” You groaned, moving yourself up to sit at the top of the bed.

“No, You’re not getting breakouts simply because you were too lazy to wipe your makeup off. Being drunk isn’t an excuse!” Jack exclaimed as he moved to get your makeup wipes.

“You’ve been watching too many skincare videos.” You chuckled. “Is it really that bad that I care about my girls skin?” Jack questioned. “No.” You bit back a grin.

Jack held your head gently as he wiped your skin clear, the makeup up slowly disappearing off with every wipe. He was never heavy handed with you, always gentle. In anything that Jack did.

You closed your eyes and smiled as he scrubbed of your mascara, which was always the hardest part. “All done.” Jack said, showing you the dirty wipes as evidence.

“You’re the best.” You grinned dopely. Jack chuckled and then disappeared down the hall to discard of the wipes. When he came back, he brought back a glass of water and tylenol for himself and you. You gladly chugged down the water and tylenol, doing anything to avoid a hangover in the morning.

Jack pulled the duvet back and slid under, immediately moving closer to you and pulling you to lie on his solid chest. You slid your arms around his waist and continued watching the movie, too engrossed to fall asleep.

The smell of woody vanilla filled your nostrils as you pulled Jack in even closer to you, savouring his smell.

“I’m so upset.” You cried as the scene of Goose in Top Gun dying appeared on the screen, you knew it was coming but everytime it still upset you all the same. “I think we should call it a night, sweetheart.” Jack said gently, kissing away your tears that had fallen.

“Yeah,” You agreed sadly as Jack turned the TV and lamp off.

You clung onto him tighter that night.

Jack was the first to stir from his sleep, he looked down at you wrapped around him and gripping on for dear life. He admired you for a second, taking in your long lashes and pouty lips that were puffy from sleep.

Jack went to pull away from you to get up but your hand stopped him. “No.” You whined, stretching and peeling your eyes open slowly.

“Going to pee. Be right back.” He said, you nodded and turned back over.

Jack opened the door to your bedroom at the same time Mel’s bedroom door opened. You and Mel’s bedrooms were directly opposite one another’s, that made it easier to peak in the room.

Rather than Mel stepping out, out stepped Frank Langdon. Jack stopped, an amused grin quirked on his lips at the same time Langdon froze, wide eyed in fear at the fact he had just been caught.

“Dr. Abbot.” Langdon said first, visibly swallowing in nervousness as Jack shook his head and chucked. “Langdon.” Jack said, a smug smile playing on lips.

“I was just— Fuck.” Langdon said, running a hand through his dark brown locks. “You don’t need to explain anything to me, kid. I think I can put the pieces together myself.” Jack chuckled, walking down to the bathroom.

“Mel didn’t know you were here. She only saw Y/Ns shoes at the door and figured she would be sleeping in.” Langdon rushed. That was a lie, as Jacks unmistakable size twelve shoes were next to yours and clear as day, which meant that Mel and Langdon weren’t paying much attention to surroundings.

“I’m sure Y/N would be over the moon anyways. After all, she claimed to play matchmaker last night.” Jack laughed, turning to walk to the bathroom. Jack could hear Langdon lightly chuckle from behind him, his nerves obviously settling.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out anyway!” Langdon called after Jack, Jack nodded in acknowledgment and shut the bathroom door behind him.

After Jack had done his business, he basically sprinted back to you bedroom to tell you. You were sitting up straight in bed, scrolling on your phone waiting for Jack to return.

“You okay, baby?” You said, your brows knitting together seeing the oddly giddy look on Jacks face. “Guess what I just encountered.” Jack said, crawling over to you. You encouraged Jack to make his point.

“Langdon coming out Mel’s room!” Jack exclaimed. You sat up straighter in bed, throwing your phone to the side as your jaw hung open. “Oh my god!” You gasped.

“He was freaking out. I think he thought he was gonna be gone before you woke up.” Jack laughed, throwing his head back. “Jack Abbot, you big gossip!” You chuckled.

“I mean, thank gosh! It was a long time coming for sure. I’m just glad that my perfect matchmaking skills led up to this.” You grinned. “I can attest to that!” Jack agreed.

“Let’s go out to the kitchen area like we’re waiting on them.” You said, mischievously. “Oo, I like your thinking. I’ll even cook all four of us breakfast.” Jack nodded.

“Sounds like a plan!” You said. You quickly moved to throw a pair of shorts on and a cardigan around your arms, Jack throwing a tshirt on.

In the kitchen area, It was currently just you and Jack. You sat in one of the dining room chairs, chatting to Jack as he moved around your kitchen to gather all the ingredients he needed to make four people breakfast. You and Mel were always so glad when Jack was over, as he always cooked delicious meals and managed to keep you both fed with healthy meals.

You heard a door down the hall open and then click shut, Mel shuffling into the kitchen and Langdon following behind her awkwardly. You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the sight of them, looking nervous and awkward. Mel rubbing her arms in a nervous tic and Langdon scratching the back of his head.

“Sit.” You smiled, Mel and Langdon scrambling to sit in their seats. At that moment, Jack had begun plating breakfast and laid out four plates according.

“So,” Jack said, sitting his seat beside you while eying Mel and Langdon. “Since when was this a thing?”

Mel and Langdon looked at each other before looking back at Jack. “It’s hard to put an exact date on it. But, the sex started last night.” Mel said honestly, a soft blush spreading over her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she was talking like this in front of one of her bosses!

You looked at the pair, noticing their knees knocking against each other and Langdons had running across Mel’s thigh in encouragement. “Oh thank god!” You exclaimed. “I was honestly getting sick of watching you two circling around each other and never saying what you truly wanted to say.”

“It was a long time coming,for sure.” Jack said. You watched as Mel and Langdon visibly relaxed at Jacks words, a smile present on both of their faces.

reader is on night shift with jack abbot when you accidentally bump into him with a crash cart sending him flying on his back. to make it up to him, you kiss him all better.

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

warnings: reader is a little clumsy, reader is a med student, age gap (reader is in 20s, abbot is in his 50s), slight power imbalance, kissing, pet names, flirty banter, they’re both down bad for eachother, inaccurate medical info?

w.c: 2.2k

a/n: your honour i love them. i wrote this then tumblr didn’t save so i had to rewrite it all 😍😍

it had been going swimmingly in the er department so far, night shift proving to be a blessing as the only patients you had seen had injuries that weren’t life threatening. this state of bliss all went to shit when a couple of incoming traumas came into the hospital around eleven pm.

you immediately jumped into action straight away obeying commands from your attending and senior residents. you were pulled onto a case with dr shen and dr abbot. dr shen had ordered for you to get a crash cart to which you immediately complied.

you grabbed the crash cart and were lightly jogging with it, well more like running when your hand slipped and your lost control of it. the crash cart as a result, had bumped into dr abbot. in any other circumstances it would’ve been a light bump, but there was a puddle of blood on the floor and the crash cart bumping into abbot meant that he slipped on the blood and fell onto his back hard.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed, discarding the crash cart and making your way over to dr abbot. “i am so so sorry dr abbot!” you said, bending down to offer a hand. abbot was currently laying splayed on the floor, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

you could hear dr ellis laughs from the distance, you looked up and saw her observing the scene with her arms folded and head thrown back in laughter. you were utter mortified that you had caused potentially harmful internal injury.

abbot got up with assistance from you as you had outstretched your hand for him to grab. “go get checked over.” dr shen instructed. “i’m fine.” abbot said before his own mouth betrayed him as he let out a wince of pain.

shen gave him a raise of the eyebrow and abbot put his hands up in defeat and backed down. “can i go with him?” you asked, aiming the question at no one in particular. “kid, i’m fine seriously. this wasn’t your fault it could have happened to anyone.” jack said giving you an understanding smile.

you glanced around the room and seen some of the other residents glance to eachother and back at you. even thought abbot was more lenient than robby, he usually wouldn’t let anything like this slide with anyone else.

“i still did it. i want to go.” you insisted, usually you wouldn’t use a firm tone of voice with anyone let alone your attending. “we’ll be fine here. go.” shen nodded.

you both walked in a serene silence to the elevator which would take you to the radiology department. “are you sure you don’t want a wheelchair?” you asked doing anything to try make him more comfortable and erase the guilt you were feeling.

“i’m sure.” abbot chuckled. “lean on me, please.” you pleaded. abbot looked at you for a little before agreeing. the feeling of your gentle arms sliding around his waist made him smile in some sick sort of satisfaction. abbot swung a muscly arm around your shoulder and you supported him. he leaned into your touch, ever so slightly. you felt this a smiled a small giddy smile and accepted this, giving his hip a little squeeze.

you thought back to your first shift when it was insanely busy, when suddenly jack abbot sauntered through the doors for his night shifts. you had stopped momentarily, this new face had captured you instantly and made you go into a trance. he was a calm amongst the chaos of that night.

truthfully, you were glad you weren’t on any cases with him those last few hours of your shift as you were sure you would’ve crumbled under his soft but intimidating gaze.

abbot remembered seeing you for the first time that night too. cursing himself that he didn’t have a minute to go over and introduce himself. “who’s that?” he said to robby. “med student, her first day. don’t even think of it.” robby warned, knowing him too well.

your first night shift, you had mentally prepared a lot so that you wouldn’t become a weird bumbling idiot when abbot tried to speak to you. when you clocked in for your shift, you were thrown head first in a trauma with abbot.

all of the nervousness disappated as you bounced off eachother so well. abbot gave you commands and taught you what to do, and you obeyed his comments and did exactly what he was teaching you correctly. he was impressed. he also liked you, which was important. it was evident that there was a special connection between you two and you had built a rapport, something everyone else was beginning to notice too.

“you did so so good. i’m proud of you, kid.” abbot praised as he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his praise made you go insane, you clung onto his words in moments of hardship. you always doubted yourself and your abilities, something which abbot was aware of so he never failed to pick you back up again.

he also thought you were sweet for two reasons. the first being that you constantly had a smile plastered on your face, something that instantly eased your patients. and the second reason being that he found you extremely beautiful and your sweet nature meant he was a goner.

abbots other residents had made comments on his lightness on you, but he dismissed them all. saying that you would excel in this field ans make one hell of a doctor.

often times, abbot would stare at you for a second too long when you were across the er from him. you somehow managed to look amazing in amidst the chaos of a twelve hour shift. no one had caught him staring at you for that moment too long as he easily concealed it.

except for dr ellis who knew everyone’s business. “oh brother, you are down bad.” she chuckled walking away from him.

“i’ll just be waiting outside!” you smiled as abbot was led into the room by the xray tech. he gave you a small nod to let you know he understood.

you watched as abbot was put under the machine. he was a natural, never kicked up a fuss or made a big deal out of it. when he was done, he put his scrubs back on and met you in the reading room.

“results shouldn’t be much longer.” you said attempting to make conversation. “i know, kid. i’ve been in this game a long time.” he chuckled. “right.” you said a little self deprecatingly.

just then, the xray tech popped his head round the door and handed you abbots results. you pinned his results up against yhe light box and read them, it was good news.

“good news, nothings broken! you will just have a sore back for a couple weeks.” you smiled, some of the guilt fizzling away at the revelation. “told you it was all good.” abbot nodded. “grandpa.” you joked, an affectionate tone in your voice. “mean.” he pouted.

“right! let’s get back to work!” abbot said making his way to stand before you pushed him back down. “not so fast…”you said, your hand still firmly planted on his shoulder from when you pushed him down. abbot was slightly took a back by your sudden dominance, but he liked it?

“can i see… your back? access the damage i done.” you clarified, becoming a little timid. without a word, abbot pulled up his scrub top revealing his back. there was an angry purple bruise spreading its way across his lower back, you scrunched your face up.

“shit, sorry.” you apologised once again. “what have i told you, you gotta stop apologising.” abbot lightly scolded and you nodded your head.

you lightly ran your fingertips over his bruise, somehow hoping your touch would magically heal him. your touch, you realised, made abbot tense up. he hated himself for having that immediate reaction. goosebumps quickly pebbled his skin and you smiled in sick satisfaction of the effect you lightly grazing him had on you.

abbot didn’t know why anything you did was making him go insane. he needed you badly, a primal urge came over him as he came to this conclusion.

you pulled his scrub top down and wordlessly grabbed stuff. you got lukewarm water, antiseptic, and cotton balls and medical equipment. you set these down on a table beside you both.

you pulled up a stool and planted it opposite abbot, swinging your legs over the side of it ultimately straddling the chair. oh what abbot would give to be that chair right now.

“what are you doing?” abbot asked as you dipped the cotton ball into the water and antiseptic. “how did you get this cut on your face?” you asked, deflecting his question. you were referring to the cut on his cheek and also wondered why it wasn’t cleaned yet.

“patient accidentally clipped me when i was treating him. was administering meds when he woke up disoriented and accidentally hit me.” jack explained. “and did you report it?” you said, your tone softening.

“it was an accident.” was jacks explanation. you raised a disapproving eyebrow at him before dropping the subject.

“ouch!” jack exclaimed as you cleaned his cut. “you big baby.” you muttered but continued going. “ow!” jack exclaimed once again. truthfully, he was only fucking with you because he wanted to hear you call him baby again. like a fucking pervert.

“you big baby!” this time you said it louder, a playful grin on your lips as you lightly tapped him on the arm. “you’re really hurting me doc, ow!” he grinned knowing that he was annoying you.

“poor you, you want me to kiss it better.” you pouted. “i wouldn’t mind.” jack shrugged non chalantly. you stopped momentarily at his words before continuing on cleaning his wound.

“all done!” you beamed as you had successfully cleaned the wound and now he was only left with a little scratch. you pulled out your phone camera and handed it to him so he could inspect. “great job! i’m a proud teacher.” jack smiled, his heart swelling with pride. those words of praise again had your heart skipping a beat.

you sat back on your stool facing jack without saying a word. a sudden boldness overcame you and you began leaning closer to jack and he did too.

“this isn’t right. you are a med student and i’m an attending.” jack said, trying to make this situation any better while his brain was screaming at him to toss his morals out the window.

“okay.” you grinned but you didn’t back away and neither did he. “i’m supposed to be your mentor, not your bad habit.” jack said again panicking. “okay.” you laughed as you were still leaning in. seeing that cocky smile cross your lips made him ravenous. that smirk was usually reserved for the sweet satisfaction you got after proving someone right.

“fuck it.” jack said, giving in easily as he couldn’t handle the suspense anymore. you took that as your in and you touched your lips on his.

jack let you lead first. your plump soft lips met his bitten lips, a habit you often saw him do alot and wished you could so desperately kiss him in that moment to get him to stop. you put your hands in his curly grey hair.

he moaned when you tugged slightly at his curls, the perfect amount of roughness that he liked. jack moaning into your mouth made you moan into his mouth, causing a chain reaction. your sweet moans mixed with your jagged intakes of air made him strive for you to make that sound all the time.

this time jack took control, cupping your cheeks with his big veiny hands and biting at your jutted bottom lip. you threw your head back in pleasure at the sensation of him biting your lip like he couldn’t get enough.

your kiss had turned messy very quickly. nothing about this make out session was giving nice little student doctor giving her attending a quick little peck.

you both knew you had to stop before things got somehow more heated. you knew you were approximately two seconds away from straddling jack and grinding your core into him.

you pulled back from jack, him letting out a low groan of disappointment at the lack of contact. “that is what i prescribe you.” you joke as you swipe your thumb across his lips to get rid of the residue your lipgloss left behind.

“god, i’ll take my prescription everyday if i have to, sunshine.” jack laughed, the new nickname making you all giddy inside.

“you know what they say,” you started. “a kiss a day, makes the doctor…. come back?you said sarcastically, fumbling the phrase. “in that case, i’ll be sure to kiss you everyday just to have you crawling back to me.” jack said cockily.

“i’ll include you in my patient rounds then, dr abbot.” you smirked, loving every second of this.

“come on let’s go save some lives.” jack said as you both walked out the room.

*************

yes i kept going between abbot and jack, sue me.

pairing: michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

synopsis: you house sit for robby while he’s gone on his sabbatical. but when he returns, everything in house has left a scent of “you” behind.

warnings: reader is a second year resident, reader has a slight attitude, robby and reader are friends kinda?, flirty bantering, probably inaccurate medical stuff, robby is soooo in love with reader and she’s clueless, some yearning.

a/n: officially all caught up on the pitt!! i miss them already. i know we still haven’t seen robby leave on his sabbatical yet and if he will be gone 3 months but shush!! i got a little carried away with this forgive me!!

part 2 out now !!

it had been hell in the pitt today, especially with the cyber attack shutting the systems down so now everything had to be documented like the old times. on one of your rare moments of free time, you took the opportunity to do charting.

you were currently seated next to trinity, both of you catching up on your charting and grumbling about it— trinity more than you— and also talking about mindless shit to try distract you from this shit show of a shift.

“what do you think about dr robby taking a sabbatical?” trinity asked, lowering her voice so only you two could hear. “good for him. it’s very long overdue,” you said, you had grown closer to dr robby over the past ten months even striking up somewhat of a friendship with him.

“plus, it’s like he’s had firery stick shoved up his ass and it’s been wedged up there permanently.” you smirked, trinity throwing her head back in laughter at your choice of words. “i heard that.” robby scolded as he ran past the both you.

“sorry doc.” you giggled and quickly got back to doing this last bit of charting. “how do you only have a little bit left of charting? i’m gonna be stuck here for hours trying to get this done. it’s no help the fucking systems down and that AI app isn’t up either.” trinity whined.

“ew, don’t use that app. it’s not reliable in the slightest, remember earlier when it fucked up what prescription the patient was on and whitaker had to change it himself?” you said, arching a brow. “you do everything by the book, jesus.” trinity said rolling her eyes at you, you shrugged your shoulders in response.

“oh you kids!” dana chuckled, overhearing your conversation and remembering a time when absolutely everything was done manually. trinity had stood up and walked away to go file.

“hey!” you smiled as dennis passed by quickly, giving you small wave before walking up to trinity. their conversation had begun getting heated and you tried your hardest not to listen in on them.

they both started walking back to the desk and you snapped your head down pretending you were totally clueless, but the demeanour between the two had totally shifted which was odd.

“honestly, i thought it was your idea to get me to move out of your apartment!” dennis whisper shouted. you had caught onto the tail end of the conversation and now decided to involve yourself. you, dennis and trinity all lived in trinity’s small apartment, it was tiny but cosy.

trinity had asked if you wanted to move in relatively early on during your first shift as the two of you had struck up a friendship right away, however what you didn’t expect that by the end of your first shift together you would be taking whitaker home with you both.

“wait-wait where are you going? you want to move out?” you cut in, a million questions threatening to tumble out of your mouth at once.

“no, no i wanted him to give you some fatherly advice about going all farmers only! not giving you the keys to his fucking house.” trinity bit. a heavy silence hung in the air between you three. you found it quite funny that trinity had hatched a plan with dr robby of all people and robby actually went through with it.

“oh. my. god.” dennis laughed. “i know it was none of my business…” trinity said. “no it’s not that, you actually like living with me don’t you? dennis teased. “oh fuck.” you groaned, knowing that trinity would go on the defensive.

the pair squabbled back and forth and quite frankly your brain was about to burst if they went on any longer. “you are such a fuckleberry, have fun with robby’s plants.” trinity snapped and was about to walk away when you stopped her.

“listen,” you started. “i’ll house sit for him.” you shrugged, you had some sort of friendship with robby so it would make more sense. “you’ll what?” dennis said incredulously. “huh.” trinity smirked. on the many “girls nights” you and trinity had together laying up on the couch, you confessed your feelings for robby.

“oh so you’re fine with her moving out?” dennis said turning around to trinity, his tone more confrontational to which trinity just shrugged. “double fucking standards.” dennis grumbled.

“it’s not like i’ll be moving in or anything ew,” you said pulling a face. “i’ll clean his house, look after his plants and shit, add a touch of me in his apartment.”

“oh i bet you will.” trinity chuckled and walked away. “why was she just so easily accepting with you but not with me? you’re her bestfriend?” dennis asked in confusion. “don’t worry about it, if you catch robby tell him about the change of plans. thank you!” you smiled as you run at a steady pace to get to your patient from earlier.

you had forgotten all about the offer in the chaos that ensued over the past couple of hours. when you had caught up on all your patients and medicated them, you took this as an opportunity to go to the nursery and visit baby jane doe.

baby girl was one of your patients that you had and you were assigned with dr mohan. but when you walked in, robby was already there cradling the baby close to his chest and saying things to her that you couldn’t hear. the sight before you made you melt.

“dr robby.” you said announcing your presence. “how is she?” you asked walking around to the side of the crib. “no change from last time. she’s perfectly healthy.” he said smiling down at the baby as he placed her back down. you did your usual check ups on her and couldn’t see or hear anything out of the ordinary.

“i heard about your offer from whitaker, why’d you offer?” robby enquired. “dr santos was having it out with whitaker over it, it was this whole thing. so i offered because we’re friends.” you smiled.

“we’re friends?” robby smirked in amusement. “dude.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m just fucking with you.” he chuckled.

“why didn’t you ask me to house sit in the first place? you know i would’ve said yes.” you asked. “the whole thing with whitaker and farm girl, i thought i was helping.” robby shrugged. “i don’t even involve myself in whatever the fuck whitaker has going on with amy. his business.” you said.

“fair enough.” robby said and nodded his head. a silence fell over the two of you as you both looked at baby jane doe. it was a comfortable silence, the two of you fell into those often.

“we should name her.” you spoke up breaking the silence, the baby grabbing your finger with her little hand. you couldn’t understand the mothers thinking and it made your heart break for this little girl. the world was already cruel enough as it is.

“we don’t have the right to do that, unfortunately.” robby smiled sadly as he took the baby’s other hand. “since when do you follow hospital rules and protocol?” you smirked. “you’re right.” he gave in.

“usually am.” you smiled. “so what’s her name, doc?” robby asked, now diverging his gaze at you. “would annie be totally inappropriate?” you joked. “yes it would.” he chuckled.

“penelope.” you decided. “penelope it is. cute name for a cuter baby.” robby cooed down at her. “i gotta get going, see me at the end of the shift and i’ll give you my keys and the security code.” robby said before he exited the room.

dr mohan entered the room followed by dr al-hashimi to check on the baby. “penelope’s doing good! talking formula well and her vitals are great.” you smiled down at penelope. “who’s penelope?” dr al-hashimi asked.

“baby jane doe.” you clarified. “it suits her.” dr mohan smiled.

the end of the shift had dragged in but you were finally finished and true to his word dr robby handed you everything you needed. “you’re leaving…. right now?” you asked as robby hopped on his motorcycle with a big rucksack slung over his shoulder.

“i need to get the fuck out of here.” robby said sounding almost desperate. “i respect that,” you nodded. “see you in three months robby, the pitt won’t be the same without you.”

you usually would text dr robby little messages like “how are you? 💖” to which he would follow up with his usual “Fine. You?”. robby couldn’t deny the small smile that crawled up onto his lips when he received the messages on your days off.

“you’re in safe hands.” he reassured. there was some unspoken words floating between you two that the both of you chose to ignore. there was no doubt that you would both miss eachother when he was gone.

“for the love of god, please be fucking safe.” you pleaded. “of course.” robby nodded. “you and this now helmet bullshit. “ you grumbled, you hated his insistence that he didn’t need a helmet.

“i’ll message you when i get there.” robby said in a way of reassuring you. it was his silent way of letting you know he’s okay to settle your nerves because he knows what you’re like.

you walked away without a word catching up with trinity and dennis.

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you decided to give it about a week before you went to robby’s apartment. on your day off you had nothing better to do so you flung on some comfy clothes and walked across the city towards his “bachelor pad”.

you unlocked the door and what you were greeted with inside pleasantly surprised you. this was not at all like a bachelor pad. you were expecting the house to be messy and smelly but it was totally clean. robby’s house was a perfect balance between maximalist and minimalist. he didn’t have too much clutter but his home also had a “soul” it wasn’t practically empty.

you snooped around his home, just to get your bearings and see what you were working with. he has two large bookshelves stacked with many titles. you skimmed the books he housed and you were impressed at how many incredible titles there was. “not bad, robinavich.” you said to yourself.

you went into his bedroom which was a sacred place for anyone, you couldn’t just leave this room out when cleaning! his room was very minimalist it was almost sad. not as much soul as there was in the living room. there was only the basic essentials that you need in a bedroom in robby’s. no stupid trinkets, plants or things that make a person seem human.

you walked to his bathroom. it was a generic looking bathroom, nothing amazing. the thing that caught your eye however, was a 3 in 1 shower gel and one measly crusty bar of soap. you pulled a face as you stared down at these sad items.

this place needed some of your touch in it.

you decided to visit once or twice every week to clean up, water the plants, collect the mail and whatever else.

after that first day of “inspecting” his house you went on a shopping trip. you bought shampoo, conditioner (for his beard of course!) body wash, a pack of three bars of soap, shaving foam and a new razor for his bathroom.

you swapped out his almost finished manly smelling cleaning products for new fruity scents and stored them underneath his kitchen sink. you had bought a couple of plants, pillows and blankets for his bedroom to give it some more character.

you watered all of his plants and brung them all back to life as they had looked just about ready to die before, and stored his mail in a neat little pile by the front door.

and top it all off, you sprayed your perfume in each room after you had finished cleaning. something you knew would annoy him.

it was currently month three of robby’s sabbatical and he was due home any day now you didn’t know when, he hadn’t shot you a message letting you know.

you had decided to go on a mini food shop anyways. you didn’t want robby living off of six month old tinned food that he had found at the back of his cupboards. and you knew he wouldn’t have much time when he got back to work to food shop and would hold off on it for as long as possible. you knew him too well.

in this moment, you were in his apartment cleaning with music on full blast. you had brought your speaker from home and connected your phone to it. “clumsy” by fergie was blaring through the speakers.

“clumsy cause i’m falling in loveeee.” you sang to yourself as you wiped down the coffee table, dancing a little in the process.

“hey.” a voice that had your whipping around so fast you were positive you just about gave yourself whiplash. “JESUS FUCK!” you screamed as you were sure your heart just fell to your ass. you were met with an amused robby.

“a text or something next time would’ve been appreciated. you can’t go about sneaking up on people like that!” you scolded as you held your heart, pausing the music that you were quite embarrassed he had walked in on you listening to.

“i texted you!” he defended. you looked at your phone and sure enough he did. “yeah, ten minutes ago!” you exclaimed. “i’m sorry.” he laughed as you folded your arms in a huff.

you caught robby looking you up and down. was he checking you out? your cheeks flushed underneath his stare. “is there something wrong?” you frowned as you looked down at your clothes.

“no! i’ve just never seen you like this before.” robby said. “you mean in normal clothes and not in scrubs.” you smiled and he nodded. “you look great.” robby complimented, something flashing in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“thanks.” you smile all of a sudden feeling quite shy. robby walked off into his bedroom to place his stuff down before coming back into the living room where you were still rooted to the same spot.

“i like what you’ve done with the place.” robby smirked in amusement. realisation washed over you and you felt your face drop. “im so sorry. i didn’t mean to overstep.” you apologised, rushing out every word.

“stop.” robby said in a low voice grabbing your shoulders which shut you up immediately. “i like it.” he said. “it’s nice having someone who… cares enough.” robby confessed, avoiding your eyes as he said it.

“it’s no problem.” you smiled that smile which has robby melting and giving in. “a woman’s touch is always nice.” robby said, not meaning to make that sound as dirty as it was.

“you’re welcome.” you smirked as robby rubbed his hands over his face in embarrassment. “oh. i washed your hoodie by the way.” you said as you tossed him that familiar navy blue hoodie that is practically glued on him.

“thank you.” he said but he could not help but get a whiff of the hoodie. it smelled exactly like you. a scent which he loved and couldn’t get enough of.

“im gonna get going. see you at work robby, nice to have you back.” you smiled as you left his apartment taking all of your things with you.

robby had sniffed the hoodie like a pervert, just to savour every moment of your scent on one of things. he knew that was going to get an earful about this off of jack.

robby walked through the rest of his house and chuckled at all the little bits of you, you had sprinkled through his home. everything reminded him of you.

when he showered later on that night, he couldn’t get you out of his head and seeing your face at work tomorrow morning. even down to the shower products he was now using thanks to you, there was reminders of you left everywhere.

you were haunting him in the best way possible.

robby walked back into work the next day, feeling optimistic and with a small smile permanently planted on his lips. once he seen you he couldn’t miss the chance to steal you away and talk at any free moment you both got.

dana had smirked knowingly at him all day.

“bro, why do you smell like a woman?” jack asked suspiciously as he sniffed robby’s hoodie. “you actually smell…. good? for once.” jack joked.

“shut up.” robby grumbled but his eyes drifted over to where you were standing charting. jack followed robby’s eyes and nodded his head.

“of course.” jack teased. “don’t start.” robby warned.

“this is not the end of this conversation, michael!” jack chuckled as he ran towards an incoming trauma.

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frank takes you to his place after a particularly tricky day at work.

pairing: frank langdon x f!reader

warnings: flirty banter, he only likes you kind of dynamic, brat used a nickname, protective and bossy langdon, you have a slight attitude, DIVORCED langdon. probably inaccurate medical information, reader is a med student.

a/n: i just finished season 1 of the pitt so i just had to.

you had only intended to go into the staff room for a breather, today had been a tough day for you. earlier that day, a patient that you had been treating became aggressive towards you grabbing you and punched you square in the face. the force of the patients punch sent you tumbling to the floor, where you smacked your head hard and passed out.

everyone had started fussing over you, insisting that you get checked out and go home early. you refused and told everyone that you would be fine to work the rest of the shift. langdon in particular was giving you these orders but your stubborn nature meant that he wouldn’t get anywhere arguing with you any longer.

langdon gave up trying to send you home but he made it very clear that you will be getting sent away for a head ct to rule out anything major which you agreed to. your results came out clear for any internal injuries but you did have a minor concussion.

you were ordered to stay put until your symptoms passed and dr robby cleared you. once he cleared you, you got back to work immediately while langdon had made a passing comment telling you to take it easy.

it was chaos in the er, you went into the staff room for a quick breather before you head back out. after all you only had 30 minutes of your shift left.

you hadn’t intended to doze off, but apparently you did.

you felt a gentle hand touch your shoulder and softly shake you but you didn’t stir. “wake up.” you heard a voice say. when you didn’t respond, the person got a little more frantic.

you felt them shake you more aggressively this time. “shit. wake up!” you heard them shout before putting two fingers to your pulse point on your neck.

“i’m up! jesus fuck.” you exclaimed, rubbing your eyes. now noticing that dr langdon was standing over you, his blue eyes staring into your soul, the blood rushed up into your cheeks. “is there an emergency?” you said panicked, standing up alert immediately.

“thank god…. no there isn’t.” langdon said, exhaling a breath of air staring at you intensely. “so… what the fuck is it?” you snapped. “it’s time to go home.” he shrugged.

your eyes immediately darted to the time on your watch that read 18:07. “fuck i came in here for a breather… i never meant to fall asleep! robby’s gonna fucking kill me!” you said frantically, as you quickly gathered all of your stuff.

“no he is not. you were meant to go home hours ago.” langdon said, looking over you worriedly. because you stood up too quick, you felt a rush of dizziness and your vision started going all funny.

“whoa…” langdon said, noticing you swaying on your feet and the weird faraway look in your eyes. he approached you quick and held you up, one arm was gripping your hips and the other your midriff.

all feelings of dizziness had felt as though they subsided as you felt his strong arms wrap around you. langdon eased you carefully back into the chair and took a chair from behind him and placed it infront of you to sit in.

he got up and walked to the staff fridge and grabbed you his chocolate bar he was supposed to have earlier as a pick me up, and someone’s juice box who he didn’t give a fuck about and handed them to you.

“a butterfinger… seriously?” you said looking down at the chocolate bar he gave you and questioning his taste in chocolate. “eat up, drink up, and shut up.” he quipped. “yes doctor.” you smirked before tearing open the chocolate bar and eating it.

“i’m more of a twix girl myself.” you said, trying to make some conversation to avoid crumbling underneath langdons very intense stare. “i bet you are.” he smirked. you tilted your head to the side, and stared at him confused. the fucks that supposed to mean?

if trinity could see you both right now, she would be giving you an earful. trinity was your bestfriend and was aware of your rather cozy friendship, which she she did not like and grumbled about often.

“you okay?” langdon asked you seriously. “yeah i’m fine. the dizziness has subsided, im just ready to get out of here.” you said. “no i mean… that patient grabbing you like that.” langdon said.

“i’ll live.” you said simply, looking down at the plastic that the juice box straw was in to avoid langdons eyes. langdon stared at you not believing you for a minute.

“come on.” he said putting his chair away and grabbing his stuff, you followed suit also grabbing your stuff.

“you’re coming home with me.” langdon decided as you both walked at a brisk pace through the hospital corridors. “i- what?” you said, stopping in your tracks in shock.

your resident was asking you to go home with him? what in the absolute fuck.

“you can’t be alone right now, that shit weights heavily on you and no one should go home to an empty house after something like that. you need company.” langdon said, softening at the last sentence.

“doctor langdon… honestly im fine. i just need to go to sleep to be honest, i dont need company.” you said rather unconvincingly, you were just digging yourself into a hole the more you spoke.

“frank.” he cut in. “what?” you said confused. “call me frank, we’re not on shift anymore.” he shrugged as you continued walking with him. “you’re still my resident and i’m still a med student.” you said. “i don’t give a fuck, call me frank.” he practically ordered, to which you obeyed.

“okay… frank.” you said immediately cringing, his name felt weird on your tongue. “you’ll get used to my name on your lips, god knows i will.” langdon chuckled. you swallowed thickly.

“get in.” he said as you both reached his car. you walked to the passenger side and climbed in, the feeling of his plush seats different from the hard staff room chairs.

“so….” you trailed off, trying to think of conversation while langdon drove. “so.” langdon reiterated.

“why did you frantically shake me awake earlier?” you questioned, a small smirk on your lips. you saw his demeanour change at your question as he became visibly uncomfortable. you revelled at the sight of him squirming.

“i thought something… bigger was the matter,” he started. “i thought you were unconscious…. or dead.” langdon said honestly, his voice almost a whisper on the word dead.

“oh my god… you were fucking worried about me?” you laughed, flinging your head back thinking this was the most hilarious thing ever. “shut up.” he grumbled.

“i thought we had maybe missed something! it happens all the time.” langdon said, trying to justify himself.

“i never thought id see the day where doctor langdon was worried about one of the med students.” you chuckled. he looked over at you briefly, a small smile making its way onto his lips at how tickled you were over this.

“you are an exception to the rule, doctor.” langdon teased. “oh so now i’m doctor? not just my last name.” you questioned and he shrugged.

“now stop being an annoying brat and get inside.” langdon smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt before reaching over and unbuckling yours and jumping out of the car.

that shut you up for sure.

reader has been experiencing very bad cramps throughout the day, little did she know she would be ending the day with a baby in her arms who is the product of her and robby’s secret rendezvous.

pairing: michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

warnings: cute baby fluff, reader is a resident(r2/3), implied past (and current) sexual relationship, secret relationship, descriptions of giving birth, probably innaccurate medical information, pet names, literally everyone has baby fever lmao, robby being the ultimate dilf, you trinity and dennis argue like true besties.

a/n: cooked up this fic idea when i was on the bus and forgot my headphones so i had no choice but to daydream lmao. timelines a bit screwed up so imagine this after robby’s sabbatical and absolutely nothing went wrong on the day he was supposed to leave 😝

this is part 1, check out part 2 !

you were stood against the nurses station, quickly scribbling down notes on a clipboard completely in your own world when a sharp stabbing pain poked at your insides. you had been having them all day, but the business of this shift had distracted you from thinking about it too much.

however, you hadn’t whinced out loud before and this particular pain made you do exactly that. you whinced but tried to conceal it with a sharp intake of air. “you okay, kid?” dana asked as she looked up from whatever she was doing.

“fucking peachy.” you groaned as you pressed your abdomen against the desk. “you’re not looking too hot. you’re as white as a sheet and you’re keeled over my station.” dana pointed. “it’s probably just cramps.” you dismissed.

“you due on?” dana asked as she examined you with her eyes. “soon.” you said as the pain was getting so bad you couldn’t focus on what you were writing. “you shouldn’t be in this much pain for period cramps.” dana observed. “guess my body just decided this time it would.” you shrugged as you turned around to go file your notes.

you gripped onto the filling rack until your knuckles turned white and blew out some air. “come with me.” you heard langdon say into your ear, you snapped back into reality and followed him.

“take fifteen minutes in the break room.” langdon order as his brow knitted in concern. “i’m honestly fine.” you brushed off but the pain was still prominent. “doesn’t explain why you were gripping on that filling rack as if it personally offended you.” langdon joked.

“fine, i’ll take fifteen. but i’ll be back.” you said pointedly and langdon nodded.

trinity was passing by the nurses station when dana grabbed her to talk. “is she alright?” dana asked, gesturing towards you and langdon walking towards the staff room. you were walking slower than usual.

“she’s been off all day. believe me i’ve been bothering her with questions but she’s brushing me off.” trinity said watching you and noticing something wasn’t right. you, trinity and dennis lived together but as soon as you woke up something was wrong. trinity noticed when you’d occasionally gasp in pain and limp a little.

“she’s a good doctor. i hope she’s alright.” dana said in concern. “she’s tougher than she looks,” trinity said affectionately. “i’ll check on her when i have some free time.”

in the break room you were situated in a chair attempting to eat the snacks that you had brought in with you. you had only managed a bite or two before your insides threatened to bring it all back up. something wasn’t right.

the pain had only gotten worse since you had entered the staff room. the only moment of relief you were getting was when you sat with your legs up on a chair infront of you and tucking your knees under your chin. you were also sweating profusely. god when will this shift fucking end.

“woah.” trinity said as she came in and saw the current position you were in. “that’s it. i’m getting someone to check you over, you look awful.” trinity said as she helped you get up.

“but—.” you tried to argue but you got cut off. “no fucking arguments.” trinity warned and you sighed in defeat.

“langdon, any rooms available?” trinity asked, or more like demanded. “central 15.” frank said in concern and trinity practically rushed you over.

“sit up on the bed and i will find you someone. i have patients, i wish i could do it myself.” trinity smiled sadly and left the room. you flung your head back on the bed and wondered what the fuck was wrong with you.

suddenly the door opened again and in walked dr mckay and dr robby. at the sight of robby, you got all shy especially being in a private space together with no one else to distract you.

“hey.” robby smiled warmly at you. “hey.” you smiled back, a blush threatening to creep up onto your cheeks.

“what’s the problem?” mckay asked as she took a seat on the stool next to you. “well, i don’t really know.” you said honestly, both of them looking at you in confusion.

“i’m having sharp stomach pains and the pain isn’t like usual period cramps.” you groaned as another excruciating wave of pain hit you in that moment, it had you readjusting yourself because you were in too much pain to stay still.

“dr robby, incoming trauma.” princess interrupted. robby had looked at you with so much concern in his eyes but the fact he had to be pulled away from you so soon physically hurt to do. he hated seeing you like this.

“i’ll be back soon.” robby said as he rushed out the room, you nodded in understanding.

suddenly, a weird urge to push overcame you. “dr mckay, i need to fucking push. i don’t know why.” you said in a panic, tears threatening to spill as you didn’t know what was happening to you.

“fuck. okay. lie back for me and lift your shirt.” mckay said as she loaded up the ultrasound machine. she was going quicker than usual as she manically squirted the cold gel on your belly and immediately put the ultrasound probe over the gel and moved it around.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to deal with this feeling, it was nothing like you had ever experienced before.

“congratulations,” mckay smiled. “you’re pregnant.” she added and you swore you felt your heart drop to your fucking ass. “what?” you said shakily.

“you’re actually measuring to be 36 weeks.” mckay said quietly, giving you time to process. “how?” you said in shock at how your circumstances were about to change drastically.

“have you heard about cryptic pregnancies?” mckay asked, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “i’ve only read about them in textbooks, never thought it would happen to me!” you cried.

she looked at you sympathetically and handed you a gown. you changed and she came back from behind the curtain and explained the next steps.

“i’m just going to examine you down there.” mckay explained and you nodded. “feet on stirrups and shift your bottom down the bed.” she asked.

mckay examined inside of you but you were still in a great deal of pain. when she had finished, mckay looked at you her entire face had gone pale. “you’re in labour, honey.” mckay said.

“what the fuck!” you panicked as the urge to push was overwhelming. “don’t push!” mckay warned. “i can’t help it!” you shouted.

“you’re currently six cm dilated and progressing rather quickly.” mckay said in a rushed voice. mckay got up and opened the door. “i need assistance in here!” she shouted and help immediately came.

trinity, dennis, dr langdon and finally dr robby had all walked in. dr robby knew what was happening immediately and you swore you saw all the colour drain from his face right then and there. you looked at him and he made eye contact with you. there was a silent conversation passing between the two of you, and when you silently explained “yes” he snapped into action immediately.

“doctor y/n here is currently in labour.” dr mckay explained to everyone. you swore you could hear a pin drop in the room, quite frankly everyone’s mouths hanging open was not making you feel at ease.

“what the fuck?” trinity exclaimed rushing to your side immediately. “can everyone leave so me and doctor santos can talk?” you asked. “i need to monitor you, you’re progressing quickly.” mckay said reluctantly.

“i’m here. i’ll get you all in a minute.” trinity said and everyone complied.

“hey so, what the fuck!!” trinity exclaimed as she examined you. “i just found out im pregnant and in labour ten fucking minutes ago!” you shouted as another wave of pain hit and you instinctively pushed.

“don’t fucking push!” trinity exclaimed, panicking as she thought of all the things that could happen if you started pushing to early.

“so you know the guy i’ve been sleeping with?” you said. “secret old guy?” trinity asked. “yes.” you clarified.

“do i want to know who he is?” trinity groaned. “i think it would be very useful information to know, yes.” you whined as another contraction hit.

“it’s fucking dr robby!” you exclaimed through gritted teeth. “our chief attending is the father of your fucking kid?” trinity asked as her mouth hung open. “yes! for fuck sake.” you groaned.

“i’ll fucking kill him.” trinity said, already deciding. “could you possibly wait until after?” you said sarcastically. as you said that, your waters broke all over the front of trinity’s scrubs.

she had no time to be pissed as this baby was coming now. trinity nearly broke down the door calling for them all to come back in.

everyone rushed back in, positioning themselves around you. robby sat in the stool directly infront of you, ready to deliver the baby.

you made eyes at trinity. “he’s delivering his own fucking baby.” you conveyed silently and trinity widened her eyes.

everyone had ultimately decided amongst themselves to start fussing over you, they were doing their usual check ups and monitoring like they would with any other expectant mother but it felt like everyone was doing it to an even higher degree. you were getting pretty pissed off.

“back the fuck off.” you said gritting your teeth and pushing your arms out, you didn’t say it to anyone in particular but it seemed like everyone instinctively took a step back. except for dr robby who was still positioned infront of you, seemingly stuck in a trance.

“not you, come here.” you said as you grabbed trinity’s arm and pulled her towards you. “am i… your birthing partner?” trinity asked. “it’s not like i have anyone else, is it?” you deadpanned. at that dr robby’s head shot up, something like hurt evident in his eyes.

you hadn’t meant it like that. but you weren’t exactly going to blurt out he was your baby daddy infront of everyone.

“how the fuck am i going to be your birthing partner? i don’t know what to do!” trinity exclaimed as the two of you bickered. “i don’t know what im doing either! this is my first time having a baby you know! not to mention i only found out about it 20 fucking minutes ago.” you shouted, on the last word you screamed in pain as a contraction hit.

“dr santos am i going to have to ask you to leave the room?” dr robby said in a grave voice, noticing your heart rate was spiking. he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you today, not on his watch.

“no, dr robby.” trinity said, shutting up.

“you’re officially ten cm, you can begin pushing.” dr robby said, placing a gentle gloved hand on the inside of your thigh to push it further apart. usually that would be inappropriate for any other patient but you were an exception. robby began tracing his thumb up and down your thigh for comfort, a little sign to let you know he’s there.

dr langdon and dr mckay assisted dr robby in your delivery. a guttural scream ripped through you as you pushed with everything you had. you pushed yourself up to be in an almost sitting position, dr mckay urged you to deliver in any position that was most comfortable.

“baby’s head is crowning!” dr robby exclaimed and you nodded, that was good it meant baby’s head was almost out. you delivered a handful of babies in your time to know the hardest part was almost over.

dennis sat behind you to support your back. you gave him a death glare as he did so. “i’m just trying to be supportive!” he said in defence. “whatever, huckleberry.” you groaned. trinity snickered from beside you at the familiar nickname you never called him.

“push now!” dr robby ordered and you did exactly as he said. another scream rippled through the room, dr robby bowed his head and scrunched his eyes up at the sound. he hated hearing you in pain and knowing that he was the cause of it, he promised himself that he would apologise to you profusely later.

“heads out!” langdon said to you and you smiled slightly. “take a breath.” robby said as he didn’t want you wearing yourself out. “push.”

“oh now the shoulders.” dr mckay winced. “why did you say it like that!” you panicked. “you’ll find out soon.” dr mckay nodded and dr robby looked up at her. if looks could kill.

you did infact find out what dr mckay meant by that. when the shoulders were coming out it felt like your vagina was being torn apart. you pushed through however, and the shoulders were out.

“okay, this last part should be a breeze.” dr robby reassured. “easy for you to say.” you grumbled as you knuckled down and a strangled groan escaped you as you pushed with everything you had.

suddenly a loud wail cut through the air, and you let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had been holding in. you instinctively began to cry the tears were a mix of being overwhelmed and pure relief and happiness.

“a healthy baby girl, with a strong set of lungs on her!” robby exclaimed as he lifted up the baby to show you. he held the baby a little longer than usual, but no one commented on that.

a baby girl. you had your baby girls name picked out since you were twelve years old. you didn’t know you would be this lucky so soon.

dr robby cut the cord, something he was glad that he had the honour of doing and not anyone else. robby felt tears well up in his eyes as he stared down at his perfect baby girl.

robby handed your baby girl that you shared together to you. your motherly instincts kicked in right away as you snuggled her in closer to your chest. she slotted in your arms like a missing puzzle piece.

“she is a really cute baby i will admit.” trinity smiled down. “she’s our niece, of course she will be.” dennis shrugged and you beamed up at him. your baby had the best auntie and uncle ever.

“she is a really fucking cute baby.” mckay admitted, looking down at your baby. she had the perfect little button nose and pouty lips.

“hey. doesn’t she look kind of like—.” dennis started but he got cut off by you and trinity snapping your head around to him. “not another fucking word.” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. dennis looked shocked at this new revelation but understood quick.

you looked over at robby and gave him an exhausted smile, one which he returned promptly.

“i just need to take her and check over her, baby girl was born four weeks early.” langdon said as you passed him the baby. langdon was a natural, instinctly bouncing her to stop her from crying. after all, he did have two young kids.

“she was eager to get here.” langdon said softly.

robby went over to the table to help langdon examine the baby. god she was so tiny and perfect. “how she doing?” robby enquired. “amazing. perfectly healthy,” langdon smiled. “do you want to do the honours of weighing her?” langdon asked knowingly and robby nodded without a word.

“5 pounds, 6 oz!” robby said for everyone to hear. everyone collectively let out an aww at her weight. “she’s so tiny.” you said about to cry. “i feel so guilty.” you said to trinity.

“dude, she was a surprise for us all. you heard what they said, she’s perfectly healthy.” trinity said , softening.

just then, the baby let out a little squeal like she was about to cry. but robby immediately scooped her up in his arms and rocked her, whispering things in her ear that could only be understood between father and daughter. baby girl settled instantly when robby picked her up, its like she knew her dad was there and always would.

robby passed the baby to you, deciding you had been deprived of her enough. when baby girl was placed in your arms she nestled into you instinctively.

the afterbirth was delivered with no complications whatsoever and you revelled in this new found bliss of motherhood.

“now we have a new member to watch reruns of Girls with.” trinity joked as she placed her finger in the baby’s outstretched hand. “her ears will have to be covered at all times!” dennis exclaimed.

“is it okay if im alone for a bit.” you said to the room. “of course!” mckay said and everyone nodded in agreement. you watched everyone filter out the room, there was no doubt there was a line outside your door and everyone shooting a hundred questions at the doctors.

you looked down at your girl. the perfect mix of you and robby. you know this is biased because she’s your baby, but she was really adorable. you swelled with pride as everyone else agreed.

“you certainly weren’t in my five year plan. but god did i need you.” you whispered. it was true. you didn’t realise how much you needed her until she was in your arms.

baby girl immediately started fussing and you knew that she was hungry. you had worked with lots of babies and knew the telltale signs of a hungry baby. you positioned her over your breast and she latched right away.

you sat in this peaceful silence and smiled. how was this your life now?

just then the door opened, and in walked dr robby. the man you had been desperate to get alone all day.

“baby.” he said, almost bursting into tears right then and there. “robby.” you sighed, outstretching your free arm desperate to feel robby’s skin collide with yours. robby practically fell into your arms and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. you both stayed there for a little while, not realising you both needed this.

“i’m so sorry.” robby said shaking his head, wiping stray tears that fell. “my love. why?” you questioned, the familiar pet name slipping out. “for not checking in on you, for not seeing the signs, for putting you in that position. god, for everything.” he rambled, listing all of his “faults” off.

“robby, stop. none of this was your fault, it wasn’t either of our faults. little miss here just decided to play hide and seek and stress out her parents.” you said affectionately.

“oh, she is going to be big trouble for us.” robby chuckled as he ran his finger up and down her cheek. you laughed as well, already feeling the wrinkles forming.

“i’m sorry for keeping us a secret. everyone deserves to know about you two and i will not shut up about you both.” robby apologised again. “robby.” you warned. “it was mutual agreement, remember?”

“still.” he shrugged. “do you have a name picked out?” robby enquired. “of course, but i need to see if you like it.” you said. “any name you pick i’ll like. you grew her, you have automatic rights over her name.” he smiled.

“willa.” you decided. “willa robinavitch,” robby said testing name out in his mouth. “strong name, for an even stronger girl.”

“agreed.” you smiled. robby grabbed your chin and tilted it towards him before placing a tender kiss on your lips. his beard scratched your jaw but you loved that familiar feeling.

“god. don’t kiss me like that or we’ll have another.” you joked. “no promises.” he chuckled.

“we should talk about living arrangements. you and willa will come live with me.” robby said. “i don’t want to be a burden and intrude on your space.” you said self deprecatingly.

“are you kidding?” robby asked you seriously and you nodded. “you just birthed our baby, i want my girls living with me.” he said seriously. his girls.

“we have no stuff.” you said panicked. “i’ll take care of all of that. i’ll buy you a bassinet for you, santos and whitakers apartment. but after that, we’re going baby shopping.” robby promised and you smiled.

“how did i get so lucky.” you said, a questioned aimed at the universe. you lay your head on robby’s shoulder as you stared down willa. her little face took over by sleep.

“i’m wondering the same thing.” robby said as he pulled you both closer.

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robby hasn’t made a move on reader since you looked after his house, reader is sick of it so you start seeing another man. but when you introduce your boyfriend to the day shift crew at the bar, it doesn’t go to plan. or the effects that long island iced teas have on your relationship.

pairing: michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader

warnings: men being idiots and asses, kissing, age gap, slight power imbalance, reader is a resident, idiots in love, miscommunication, alcohol being drunk and thrown, reader getting drunk, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart), smoking.

wc: 6.5k (i got carried away, also not proof read)

a/n: finally been released for the shackles of my uni assignment!! by popular demand here’s the part two to house sitting! enjoy xx

readers playlist here and here !

The day shift had all came to a collective decision to go to the bar beside the hospital when you guys shift was over. The plan originally started out with you, Trinity, and Dennis going out, but people had overheard you talking about going out so now mostly all of the day shift was going on.

You had just begun seeing a guy that you had originally met in high school, Blake, but rekindled with him when he shot you a DM randomly. You had him on Instagram since your school years and this was the first time he had ever made any advance towards you, so you thought why not. When you thought back to your memory of Blake in school, he was kind of a dick but not to you. When you told Trinity and Dennis about this, they immediately didn’t like him.

You insisted on inviting him out tonight so he could finally meet your friends. You had been seeing Blake for a couple of months now and things had been going smoothly. You had to put your feelings for Robby to the back of your mind, you had been holding out for him for so long but nothing happened.

However, even when you lay in bed next to Blake at night you still grabbed your phone long after Blake went to sleep and looked on Robby’s socials. Of course, he rarely posted so you were really dwelling on old posts. You always found yourself coming back to a carousel of photos that Robby had posted of a day shift night out, photo six to be exact was a photo of you and Robby.

You always found yourself clicking onto Robby’s contact and opening up a new text message threat, typing out a message and hovering over that send button before glancing over at Blake and deleting it. Shutting off your phone and any left over feelings you may have for Robby along with it, feeling a pit in your stomach as you nuzzled into Blake’s side while Robby still lingered in your thoughts.

Robby, upon learning of you seeing Blake was seething with jealousy. He had thought you were both moving beyond friendship boundaries, so imagine his surprise when you drop the banger you’ve started seeing someone new. Robby decided to bite his tongue to remain being friends with you, he valued his friendship with you a lot.

When the day shift came to an end at seven pm, you headed to the locker room to change. You were so glad that you had actually took a change of clothes with you, seeing as it was only the bar next door, you threw on a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans and your go to silky cami top that made your boobs look good. You were also thankful that you kept a small pouch that had some makeup, deodorant and perfume in your locker.

“How do I look?” You asked Trinity as you both finished changing at the same time. “Smoking hot, Bambi. Robby’s gonna be so distraught.” Trinity smirked, you shoved her before linking your arm through hers and walking out of the hospital.

You were met with the usual group of people who came to the bar. It was you, Trinity, Dennis, Victoria and Mel who were standing in a circle outside, Mel had informed you all that the rest of them would tag along soon and to go ahead to the bar anyways.

You shot a quick text to Blake telling him that you were all headed to the bar right now.

Once in the bar, you all got drinks and found a big booth at the back of the bar that fit all of you easily. You felt the stress running through your veins being replaced with alcohol by the second, your head slowly buzzing into that way you liked when drinking.

“What’s the deal with you and Langdon?” You asked, sliding up next to Mel, noticing that you two were the only ones not participating in the conversation. “What’s the deal with you and Robby?” Mel deflected. “Cmon, I asked you first!” You exclaimed.

“There’s nothing going on… He just comes over to my place sometimes and we get take out and watch a movie!” Mel said, a little too panicky. “Right.” You said knowingly. “So what’s the deal with you and—.” Mel gets cut off when you jump up and wave the rest of them over. “Oh look, they're here.” You smile, sticking your tongue out slightly at Mel as she would now never get her own questions answered.

Robby sauntered in with that usual carefree attitude, it infuriated you and you didn’t know why. He came over to your table and opted to sit across from you, great. Everyone settled into easy conversation while you anxiously checked your phone every minute for a text from Blake.

“I swear to god, if he’s stood you up.” Trinity said grinding her teeth together, clocking you, tapping your phone screen and being disappointed when there’s no new notifications. “He’ll be here.” You reassured, were you reassuring Trinity or yourself?

Just then, your phone dings with a message from Blake letting you know he’s outside. “What did I tell you?” You said smugly. “I’m going to get Blake.” You announced to no one in particular as you stood up with a slight huff, you didn’t understand why you were wound up so tight tonight. You should be buzzing with excitement that the guy you’re seeing is meeting your friends, not feeling nervous.

You met Blake at the door. “Hey! Turns out you’re going to meet the whole day shift gang today.” You grinned, greeting Blake with a small kiss on the cheek. “Great. Saves me from reintroducing myself a couple times.” Blake said in an off handed way, you frowned slightly at his tone but shook it off.

“This is Blake.” You said, announcing your presence once again. Everyone turned around and started introducing themselves, you clung onto Blake’s arm for a reason unbeknownst to you.

The way you hung off of Blake’s arm like that made Robby’s stomach turn with jealousy. That should be him. “Robby.” Robby said in a clipped tone of voice when he was last to introduce himself.

“Ah, the famous Robby.” Blake chuckled and you felt the heat crawl up onto your face at everyone’s eyes on you. Robby didn’t say anything, just offered a small nod in return to Blake’s statement.

You sat yourself next to Trinity and Blake, Blake was seated next to Frank. You were unsure how Frank would take to Blake, he would either get along great with Blake or chew him up and spit him out.

You and Blake settled into conversation with no problem with your friends, you exhaled a sigh of relief as there were no awkward pauses. You didn’t think you could take anymore awkwardness that night.

Robby’s eyes were boring into the side of your head, and had been all night. You knew this, so you decided to face away and enthusiastically talk to Blake, even if you weren’t taking in a word that he was saying. You offered a smile and a few words here and there.

Blake did what he usually done, and only spoke about himself. Something that you were used to, but now that he was doing it around your work friends and your boss it felt embarrassing. You were downing your drinks at rapid speed, a habit you did when you were feeling nervous. As soon as you finished one, another appeared moments later. Robby sliding your drink along to you without a word.

He knew you too well. Robby knew you weren’t feeling particularly comfortable so he was giving stronger drinks to hopefully ease your nerves. The first drink he gave you was a Long Island Iced Tea, you winced at the bitter taste but slowly accepted the taste and were grateful when he got you another one.

You looked up at Robby after avoiding eye contact for the better part of the night. However, Robby was already looking at you, his deep brown eyes staring right into your soul made your thighs clench together on instinct. This action did not slide by Trinity, she clocked you immediately.

“Bathroom.” Trinity ordered and you obeyed standing up on shaky legs. Trinity had to hold onto you to keep you up right. “I’m like bambi on fucking ice.” You giggled for the first time that night, you had been suppressing your giggles for some reason. “Where do you think the nickname ‘Bambi’ came from?” Trinity says rhetorically.

“Okay. Get it over with.” You sighed, you could feel a rant incoming. “I don’t like him.” Trinity said honestly, that was something you appreciated about her. “Why?” You asked, you didn’t even know why you asked when you knew the answer.

“Are you kidding me?” Trinity scoffed. “He’s so fucking up himself, you could do so much better.” She continued, not hesitating one bit. You rested your head against the cool tile of the bathroom and took in all her words, Trinity was right.

“I do know who is much better for you,” Trinity smirked. “Who?” You smirked back, already knowing the answer. “Robby.” She smiled. “Trin.” You groaned. “You know it just as well as I do.” Trinity shrugged. “Let’s go back out there.” You said, avoiding that statement.

You plopped yourself back next to Blake, he patted your thigh when you returned before taking his hand back. His hand never lingered on your thigh the way you liked, not like how it did when you would go over to Robby’s on your day off and he would keep his hand on your thigh as you watched a movie on his couch.

You observed the people around you facial expressions, everyone that Blake was talking to looked bored out of their minds. Frank had even resorted to resting his arm on the table and resting his head on his hand, as he bore his eyes in Blakes.

“We’re so lucky to have Y/N as our friend, she’s really great. She’s also one hell of a doctor too!” Mel said warmly, she had narrowed her eyes when Blake hadn’t uttered a word about you. Usually, Frank gushed about Mel in any conversation he had and they weren’t even together, so Blake not doing the same for you really confused her.

“Aw, Thanks Mel!” You grinned affectionately, smiling in a stupid way you did when you were drunk. “She really is great, one of our best residents in the hospital.” Robby jumped in to compliment you, your eyes flicked over to his before you giggled letting the praise wash over you.

“Really?” Blake asked, in a way that sounded surprised. You reared your head back at his tone, how was that a surprise you hadn’t went through all of those years of med school nothing. “Is that so hard to believe?” Trinity and Cassie bit, defending you at the same time.

Blake glanced around nervously, his eyes landing on Franks and Robby’s, both of who were shooting daggers at him. “Of course not!” Blake squeaked. You nodded, a strange feeling washing over you.

“So, how did you and Y/N meet?” Mel asked, trying to diffuse the new tension that had built. Oh sweet lovely Mel. Blake told everyone how you had went to high school together and he always thought you were cute, but didn’t have the balls to say anything right up until a couple of months ago. “How sweet.” Samira said sarcastically, Blake not picking up on her tone.

“What was she like in school?” Victoria asked curiously, you could tell the intense eye contact Cassie was making with her was getting to Victoria.

“Oh, she was just the sweetest but never failed to sass anyone who tried to cross her,” Blake started, a few people nodded in agreement as that sounded like you.

“She was also quite timid, and wouldn't make direct eye contact with me.” Blake guffawed, you cocked your head in confusion, and so did your friends. “Really?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” Blake smiled.

Everyone knew that was not like you at all, you were the least timid person ever and you could easily hold eye contact with anyone especially someone you liked. You managed to look Robby in the eye for the past year.

“To try to loosen her up a little,” Blake said, his tone turning quite cocky. Robby’s eyes darkened at Blake’s words not liking his tone, you caught Robby’s eye and shook your head lightly. You felt Trinity beside you start to stir in anger but you grabbed her hand.

“I told everyone she had slept with Bryan Jacobs, to hopefully build her confidence so that she could talk to more guys seeing as they started coming up to her, it worked.” Blake laughed but the booth fell silent. What. This was the first you were hearing of this, tears started welling up in your eyes immediately upon hearing this information. You had been subject to the worst bullying of your life that year.

“You started that fucking rumour?”You shouted, everyone collectively held their breaths. “Did you not know?” Blake asked, his cocky smile still plastered on his lips.

“Of course I fucking didn’t!” You hissed, your breathing becoming jagged as you tried to stop yourself from hyperventilating. “That was the worst year of my life!” You cried, forgetting everyone was watching you.

“Well, it worked. Look at you now, you’re so confident.” Blake shrugged. You didn’t say anything as you clenched your jaw looking around at everyone, a million thoughts racing through your brain at the same time.

You took your half drunken drink and flung it in Blake’s face. The group gasped and few of them even clapped. “You’re such a fucking dick!” You spat, slamming the now empty glass on the table as you stormed out the bar.

You stormed angrily around the side of the bar and pressed your back up against the red brick. The fresh air hitting you, made you feel drunker than you already where and you started sobbing.

You were sure someone would discover you at any moment and that you should wipe away your tears, but that didn’t feel important right now. After bursting into tears and wiping them away furiously, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes you kept for when you were out drinking.

You took one out of the pack and wrapped your lips around it, taking out a lighter and lighting it. Inhaling and then exhaling the smoke until there was a pool of smoke around you. The burning of your lungs felt nice, something to focus on rather than crying.

You tipped your head back so it was resting on the red brick and shut your eyes. “I didn’t know you smoked.” A voice questioned, cutting the silence that you were enveloped in.

“Social smoker,” You said opening your eyes, meeting Robby’s brown ones. He glanced at your tear stained cheeks for a beat, hating seeing you in that state. Robby had never seen you so upset before, hell, he can’t recall if he ever saw you cry. Just then, Robby also pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “I didn’t know you smoked either.” You said as you eyed the way he took a drag.

“Social smoker.” He smiled slightly, repeating your own words. You both stood in a comfortable silence, no words were being said it was just you two and the faint smell of smoke that the Pittsburgh air had late at night.

You still felt drunk as you blinked slowly at Robby, your eyes were always the give away that you were drunk. “You’re drunk,” Robby said pointing out the obvious, as he chuckled at you swaying lightly.

“It was bound to happen when you were loading me up with Long Island Iced Teas all night.” You smirked as you threw your cigarette on the ground and stood on it.

“You needed saving from that man.” Robby spat, refusing to say Blake’s name. “Yeah…” You muttered, directing your eyes to the floor. “Speaking of that… Are you okay?” Robby asked, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes. You felt heat spread across your cheeks at Robby’s touch.

“Uh…” You swallowed as you stared up at his expectant eyes. “Egos a little bruised if I'm being honest. Your coworkers finding out about horrible high school rumours is not a nice feeling.”

“You shouldn’t have to feel like that.” Robby said, looking at you with sympathy but you shrugged. “How’s Blake?” You asked, wondering what followed after you stormed out.

Robby snorted as he seemed to be recounting what happened when you left. All your friends immediately jumping down his throat and ripping him a new one. Robby’s eyes darkened even more and threatened him, with Blake quickly stumbling out the bar.

“Let’s just say he got an earful. Langdon also chewed him up and spat him back out, not before I got my word in. He won’t be bothering you again,” Robby said, searching your facial expression for any glimpse of terror.

Any other time, if you were sober, you would have been horrified trying to message Blake to make it up to him. But instead, you found this whole situation amusing. “My best boys.” You slurred drunkenly, you smiled up at Robby with the dopiest grin he had ever seen from you. He swore his heart leapt at that silly affectionate compliment.

“We need to get you home.” Robby said in amusement, you nodded your head in agreement. “Could you grab my bag for me…Mm just not ready to face anyone yet.” You slurred.

Robby headed inside and grabbed your little pink shoulder bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way back out to you. The sight of Robby with your stupid pink bag resting on his shoulder and him not giving it second thought did something unexplainable to you. If giving heart eyes was possible, you were doing exactly that.

“What?” Robby questioned. “You just look so hot.” You said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. You smacked your hand over your mouth and Robby looked at you with affection.

“I’m taking you back to my place,” He started and you straightened at that. “I just don’t want Blake coming back to your apartment and, god forbid, do anything to you.” Robby lied and you knew it too but you decided to let it slide. Blake was too busy to even attempt to try anything with you, especially when Trinity and Dennis were home. Blake had said many times that they were like your hound dogs, but rather than take offence like Blake intended, you smiled with pride.

“Thank you.” You smiled as he started walking ahead of you. Robby had led you both to his motorcycle, you snickered at the sight of it. “Here,” Robby said passing you his helmet.

“I’m glad you finally listened to me and got a helmet, but you need this.” You said passing the helmet back to Robby but he shoved it back into your hands. “You will be sitting behind me, you’re more at risk than I am.” Robby said sternly, raising an eyebrow at you so you backed down and put the helmet on.

“Do I look like a hot biker girl?” You asked. “You really got the look down correctly, now hop on.” Robby smiled as he assessed your outfit. Robby sat on the bike and there was room for you at the back.

You slung your legs around the back of the motorcycle and positioned your feet just behind Robby’s. “Hold onto me.” He ordered and kicked up the engine. You wrapped your arms around his middle and clung on for dear life.

The motorcycle grumbled to life and Robby revved the engine as he swerved onto the roads of Pittsburgh. The wind was flowing through your hair and the slight chill in the air heated up your flushed clammy skin from the alcohol.

What you were feeling was probably the best feeling ever, you felt truly at peace now more than ever. In Robby’s company, you felt more at ease than you ever have in Blake’s company. This feeling was serene.

You didn’t say anything as you took in your surroundings. Somehow, Pittsburgh was more beautiful at night with the streetlights illuminating the place. Your arms gripping at Robby made his stomach involuntarily clench, he was sensitive to your touch.

He pulled up to his apartment building and put the motorcycle in park. Robby hopped off first and offered a hand to help you off. The moment you stood up, your legs felt like jelly. The combination of the amount of alcohol you had consumed and the rush of air hitting your legs made you almost fall over.

“Cmon, Bambi.” Robby chuckled as he slung an arm around you to keep you upright. The stupid nickname Trinity called you at work had worked its way into Robby’s head, the nickname suited you. You put the helmet back down on the motorcycle.

You very slowly walked up Robby’s stairs to reach the floor of his apartment, you knew you would faceplant and embarrass yourself.

Robby guided you into his bedroom, you had taken in his bedroom and smiled at how the little touches of you were still present. “You haven’t changed the room!” You exclaimed, smiling as Robby set you down gently onto his big plush king. “Of course not.” He chuckled.

“I am going to get you a big glass of water and a Tylenol, which I know isn’t recommended, but trust me it will help you out for the morning.” Robby said. “Yes, Doctor.” You smirked as Robby walked away.

You pulled out your phone and glazed past the multiple messages from Blake, you were already seeing double so you couldn’t read them. You pulled up Trinity’s contact and sent her a text.

You: at robby hose, se u tomoz 🥰

Trinity: Oh My God, okay. Stay safe!! ily

You: love u xx

You shut your phone and threw it somewhere on Robby’s bed and waited patiently for him to come back.

Robby came back with what he promised and passed you the water and Tylenol. “Slow sips,” He directed in that low voice that made something in your stomach knot together.

“I have some pyjamas, can you change yourself?” He chuckled, and you shook your head in honestly.

“Don’t look!” You squealed as Robby started sliding your jeans off your legs. He shook his head in amusement and tried his very best to not stare and your silky legs for a beat too long. He slid a pair of cotton shorts on you, they hung lowly on you and he tried not to think about his shorts looking so good on you.

“Arms up.” Robby ordered, in that low voice again. You swallowed thickly and obey. He pulled your shirt over your head effortlessly and slipped his favourite sleeping shirt onto your torso. Robby knew if he even got a glimpse of your chest he would think about that for an eternity.

“There, All ready for bed.” Robby said, taking a step back and assessing you. You tried not to crumble under his intimidating gaze, he looked like he would devour you if he could.

“Spiderman?” You questioned, looking down at his choice of sleep shift and trying to get him to avert his heavy glare from you. “What can I say, always a nerd at heart.” He smiled.

“Thank you Robby, seriously.” You said, sobering up slightly. There was some unspoken words floating around that you choose not to include but Robby understood you perfectly.

“Sleep.” Robby ordered as he pulled back the duvet for you to climb under. You climbed under and sunk into his soft mattress, Robby gave you the blanket you had bought him when you were house sitting. You smiled as the blanket smelled just like him, showing that he clearly used it a lot.

“I’ll be out in the living room if you need me.” Robby said going to walk away before you stopped him. “Stay. Please?” You said, looking up at him with wide expectant eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, when you looked at him like that, even in work, he couldn’t say no.

“Okay.” Robby said simply.

You peeled your eyes open slowly and groaned into the pillow, you had woken with a migraine that sat at the front of your brain and was spreading. You remembered everything that went down last night and your heart dropped right down to your stomach, anxiety immediately overtaking you.

You got your bearings and looked at the somehow familiar room you were in that certainly was not your own, the grey bedsheets and dark wooden furniture giving you déjà vu. It suddenly clicked to you that this was Robby’s room. You snapped your head around to the space in the bed beside you. Robby had vacated the bed but the sheets were crumpled and the space was still warm, indicating he hadn’t long left.

What happened after you stormed out the bar was all a bit blurry to you, you can vaguely remember Robby’s face popping up in your mind here and there. You went to go grab your phone, knowing that you probably threw it somewhere in the room.

Robby had put your phone on charge and set it on the night stand beside you, he switched out your glass of water for a fresh one, and had put another Tylenol next to it. Your heart swelled at the small things like this, the singleness of it all. Robby was a natural caretaker so it made sense why he would help you.

You tap your phone and see it’s eight thirty AM, you silently thanked the shift gods that you weren’t scheduled to work until tomorrow morning. You had multiple texts from all your friends worrying about you, wondering where you had gone and an influx of messages from Blake. You cleared Blake’s messages away, not being able to stomach looking at them right now and decided to leave your friends on delivered for a little longer.

You swung your legs out of Robby’s bed, slowly standing as to not make yourself more dizzier than you already felt. You quickly took the Tylenol and sipped the water, deciding to walk out to look for Robby.

Robby was stood in his kitchen with his back turned from you. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of sleep shorts, exposing his back dimples. You had to pick your jaw off the floor as the thought of Robby catching you gawking at him was extremely embarrassing.

One of floorboards creaked underneath the weight of your feet and he turned around, a gentle smile stretching on his lips. “You’re up!” He commented. When he turned around, it revealed his stocky build. His bicep muscles were defined but he had a soft tummy, a patch of hair underneath his navel leading down the way and you had to snap your eyes back up to look at him. You felt yourself get flustered at how perfect he looked in this moment.

“I’m up!” You exclaimed, trying to conceal the furious blush you were sure was crawling up your face. “I’m making breakfast, I hope scrambled eggs and toast is okay?” Robby asked, you nodded. “It’s all I had…” He trailed off. Right now, Robby looked a lot like how he did when he was younger, the years of stress from this job seemed like it had lifted. You recalled coming across a photo of him and a friend when they were in med school. Robby had soft floppy hair and a dopey grin.

“Robby…” You sighed. “I’ll need to go food shopping for you again, seeing as you keep forgetting. You need to take care of yourself!” You lightly scolded, making your way to sit at his kitchen island.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Robby smiles lightly, the nickname sliding off his tongue with ease. You found that you liked this nickname and that you could easily get used to the sweet domestic environment you were in right now.

Robby slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast over to you and beckoned you to join him on the couch. He wordlessly threw you the remote, letting you be in full control of what you were both watching.

You decided to rewatch Grey's Anatomy, a show you put on when you didn’t know what to watch and somehow you always circled back to it. You loved pointing out the medical inaccuracies and so did Robby as it happened.

The hangover truly started to hit you in this moment as you found yourself sinking further into Robby’s couch and focusing all of your energy into trying not to throw up. Somewhere between you watching the tv without focusing on it and sliding down so you were laying on his couch, Robby grabbed your legs and threw them onto his lap. He was dragging his nails up and down your leg in a steady rhythm that was just about to lull you to sleep.

“Sweetheart?” Robby questioned speaking up, breaking the silence that the two of you had fell into. You lifted your head to look at him, the new nickname making you feel more awake than you were mere seconds ago. “Yes?”

“What are we doing?” Robby asked, his nails had stopped sliding across your legs and now he was holding them with a firm grip and with a hard look in his eyes. “What do you mean?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter. You knew exactly what he meant, you just didn’t want to be the first one to say it.

“Come over here.” He demanded, somehow wanting you to sit closer to him than you already were. You crawled across to him and tucked your legs underneath you as you looked him in the eye. Your big pleading eyes made him want to forget his morals and drop everything for you

“Why are we pretending that we don’t want each other?" he questions once again, his eyes flick down to your lips and stay on them a beat too long. His questions renders you speechless, your brain short circuits and he chuckles at you with your jaw hanging open.

“I don’t know.” You said breathlessly. Robby closes the gap between you two, bringing his lips to yours and kissing you like his life depending on it and that you might slip away from him if he didn’t do this.

Your heartbeat picked up as he nudged his tongue against your lips, you immediately accepted letting your tongues join together. You moan lightiy as he pulled your hair gently, the noise you made making Robby groan in response.

You sighed happily against his lips as he took your bottom lip in his mouth and nibbled on it. He was starving for you and your touch on him.

You let out a small squeak of surprise as he gripped your hips and swung you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. Immediately, you pushed your core down onto the imprint of his dick through his shorts and started grinding down on it desperately.

“Fuck, baby.” Robby groaned at the sudden contact, he gripped onto your hips to slow the pace that you moved against him. He was positive if he didn’t stop you, that he would cum right there and then.

Robby kissed down your neck, breaking the skin and branding you as his. You would scold him later for leaving a mark somewhere so visible but you couldn’t find the words too right now.

“Robby.” You whined as the feeling of his light pecks down your neck and the feeling on his cock were becoming too much. “Let’s get this off.” Robby said lowly, you lifted up your arms and Robby pulled his shirt off you.

Your boobs dropped out of the sleep shirt and were practically in Robby’s face at how close you two were, Robby was not complaining though, this was his version of heaven. You were now desperate for Robby, guiding your hands down to his shorts and hooking your fingers in the waistband. You looked up at him for his consent intently, he nodded vigorously.

You pulled his shorts and boxers down in one swift motion, his throbbing cock springing out. You widened your eyes at how long and thick his cock was, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the thought of how he was going to fit inside of you.

“Are you sure?” Robby asked, palming one of your boobs in his hand as you squirmed in his lap needing to feel him inside you. “Very.” You moaned.

Robby pulled the crotch of his shorts and your panties to the side as he ran his long finger up and down your slit. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” Robby said, almost in a pitying voice, as you were dripping with wetness. You nodded your head and whined, grinding up onto his finger.

“Not right now.” Robby said, you looked confused as he lifted you off his lap, you moaned at the loss of contact with his finger. Robby pushed your back down onto the couch, so that you were sprawled on your back and he was towering above you.

“I need to take care of you first.” Robby smirked as he slid your shorts and panties off and tossed them god knows where. “Wha—.” But you were cut off when Robby lowered himself so that his head was between your legs and lapped up your wetness with his tongue.

“Oh…. Fuck!” You practically screamed as he swirled his tongue around your clit, somewhere that Blake never focused his attention on so this was new to you. Robby’s big hands were holding the inside of your thighs tightly, making sure that you didn’t clamp them together on instinct. Robby made eye contact with you as he was still eating you out, that action alone drove you over the edge.

Robby, deciding to overstimulate you that little bit more, slid two fingers inside of you while still focusing on your clit. “I’m going to cum!” You screamed as you moved your pussy further into his face so that you were suffocating him with it. You felt Robby’s nose nudging at your clit which tipped you over the edge.

“Come for me, baby.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations from his words sending shock waves through your core and you came against him. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers that were still pumping lazily inside of you.

“Jesus Christ.” Robby said as he came up from in between your legs, his mouth glistened with your wetness. You blushed furiously. “Want a taste? You taste so sweet.” Robby smirked and you nodded. He kissed you quickly, allowing for you to get a taste of yourself.

“Robby…. I need you inside me. Like, Now.” You demanded, as you pulled back holding his neck. Robby obeyed and he pushed you back down, manhandling you and you let him.

Robby was kneeling down in front of you and positioned his cock so that it was in line with your entrance. His tip nudged at you before fully entering you, you could tell Robby was trying to be kind and patient but once he was inside of you he was thrusting at a rapid pace. Not leaving anytime for you to adjust to his length.

You gasped as Robby plowed into you, his hips snapping against you the sound filling the room. “You okay?” He asked, out of breath. The vein in his temple popped out.

“I’m doing so sooo good.” You sighed in a dream like way, as you moved against Robby. You lifted your hips up and Robby held onto you for support, he hit all the right spots repeatedly making you moan out, he also moaned the pleasure of hitting your G spot over and over was good.

“You fuck me so much better than Blake ever did.” You confessed, your mouth opening as he hit a particular sweet spot inside of you. His thrusts sped up at your statement. “Oh yeah?” He challenged.

“He never made me cum.” You groaned as you were so close. Robby’s hips stuttered for a little at the words that just tumbled out of your mouth. “Never?” He growled as he fucked you into oblivion.

“I was holding out for you.” You sighed, not even realising what you just said. “You can’t just say things like that sweetheart, shit.” Robby moaned as his orgasm was close. You giggled at his response but shut up as he pinned you down underneath him and buried himself in you.

“I’m gonna cum!” You whined. The feeling of a rope tightening in your core and threatening to snap at any moment, your legs tingling. “Let go.” Robby ordered.

Robby thrusts got faster as he was determined to make you cum before him. The rope in your core unraveled and your orgasm came crashing down, pleasure washing over you.

Your legs shook from where they were wrapped around Robby. As you came, Robby groaned as he spilled his cum inside of you. You felt the hot spurts of cum and how he was still thrusting, letting you ride out your orgasm on his dick.

Once you both came, his thrusts became lazy and not in sync. Robby collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily at sweating. Robby placed his head over your heart and could hear how fast it was beating, if this were any other time he would tell you to make a trip down to the ER.

Robby had went in soft inside of you, but didn’t make a move to leave you. The warmth of you making him feel grounded, you traced lazy circles on his back as you looked up at his ceiling with a shit eating grin on your face.

“That was long overdue.” You admitted, Robby raised his head to look at you. “Very much so. I’m so sorry for being such an ass.” Robby confessed, self aware at his stupidity. “I am so glad you came to that conclusion by yourself.” You teased. As a result of your sarcastic comment, Robby pulled himself out of you and you cried at the loss of contact and warmth.

“Mean.” You pouted and he chuckled. “I’m not letting you get out of my grip ever again, that was so stupid on my behalf. You’re mine now.” Robby smiled, feeling a tad possessive but you liked it. “Now that is something I am very happy about.” You smiled as you reached across to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Let’s clean up.” Robby stated. You glanced around the place, noticing the mess of the kitchen he made while making breakfast and his couch cushions that were now thrown on the floor.

“Us or the apartment?” You said sarcastically. “Us,” Robby said rolling his eyes. “In the shower.”

You smirked at him as he dove towards you, slinging you over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.

“Can I put on my playlist?” You jokingly asked, referring to your cleaning playlist. “The playlist when I caught you listening to Fergie.” Robby chuckled and you nodded.

“Anything for you, princess.” Robby smiled and kicked the bathroom door shut.

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