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Do you have other fics or just links of those p!links you’ve been using for inspo to write?

im not 100% sure what u mean but i dont really use plinks to get inspo i just used one for this ficlet bcs anon sent it w the prompt!!! i also am terrible about saving links of videos i liked so... oopsie!! but there arent really any fics of mine that were directly inspired by smth i watched :P but i do know that simone has a bunch of stuff along those lines though on her other account @whoregana if that it smth u are interested in :D

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this is how jack abbot eats your pussy after you tell him you’ve never received head before

https://x.com/gattouz0/status/1588560645427167233?s=46

but like imagine his stubble rubbing on your thighs too

link ... im sorry this took so long but here we are :P i got a bit carried away and this is 1.1k !!! this isn't proofread but enjoy anyways & pls tell me what u think!!!!

"wait, wait, hold on," the words leave you in an exasperated breath. though you don't really want jack to stop, his kisses along your inner thighs are getting closer and closer to your core and your nerves are starting to get the better of you. he stops immediately looking up at you with concern lacing through the hazel of his eyes. "what's wrong?" he asks, rubbing a soothing hand across your thigh. your breathing is shaky, hesitant- almost nervous and it's killing jack. is he moving too fast? do you not want this? did he do something wrong?

you open your mouth to speak but the words get strangled in your throat. you clamp your eyes shut and drop your head back onto the pillow. a single tear of sheer frustration falls from the corner of your eye. jack sits up immediately, closing your legs so you're more comfortable and brushes a hand across your face. "hey, baby c'mon, talk to me," he soothes, his calloused hands somehow feeling so smooth on your cheek. "whatever it is you can tell me, yeah? you can tell me anything." you shake your head- god, this is so stupid. nothing's wrong, nothing is actually wrong but still you can't stop the tears that continue to fall down your cheek.

after a couple more shaky breaths and the grounding drag of jack's fingers against your skin you find the words. "i'm fine, i- everything's fine, i just-" you finally crack your eyes open to look at him, just as he exhales like a weights off his shoulders hearing that you're okay. "i've never- nobody's ever-" you stumble over the words before finally opting to just get to the point. "nobody's ever... done that to me before."

he squints. "done what?" you gesture vaguely to where he was just moments earlier between your legs, "you know... what you were gonna do." he still looks confused- god, sometimes men were so oblivious. "nobody's ever... fucking hell- nobody's ever gone down on me before!" you blurt. jack's face immediately shifts, he mouths an 'oh,' before a little smile tugs at his lips. is he... amused? his smile morphs into a smirk, and without another word he's pulling your legs apart again and reassuming his earlier position.

"well then," he plants a kiss against your inner thigh, picking up seamlessly where he was before. "all those douchebag ex-boyfriends were missin' out then, hm?" he goes to hook his fingers on the waistband of your panties, but your hand covers his. "you don't have to- you know, do that if you don't want to, i—"

"—don't want to?" he cuts you off, shaking his head with a scoff as he pushes your hand away and slowly starts to pull your panties off. "sweetheart, i would be honoured to be the first one to taste this-" he sucks in a breath once the thin cotton material is gone, fully revealing your slick folds to him, "-pretty fuckin' pussy, hm?"

god, you could swear you get even wetter when he says that. "o- okay," you sputter. jack inches his hands closer to your core, his thumbs rubbing slow circles into your inner thigh. "let me take care of you baby," he kisses dangerously close to your cunt, sending a shudder through your body at the warmth of his lips. "let me show you what you've been missin' all this time, yeah?" you nod, eagerly, all previous apprehension vanished.

"good girl," he mumbles, moments before he devours you. he starts slow. he knows the sensation will be new, and he doesn't want to overstimulate you. not yet at least. you feel like all the air is knocked from your lungs the second his tongue touches you. your back arches off the bed involuntarily at the feeling of him licking one slow stripe up your slit. his hands are firm on your hips, pressing you down into the mattress so you don't get too far away from him.

he drags the very tip of his tongue up to your clit. everything in him is telling him to go slowly, don't overwhelm her, it has to be enjoyable or this will be your first and last time between her legs. but the way you moan for him once he makes the tiniest bit of contact with your clit sends all logic hurdling out the window.

he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and lightly starts to suck on it, to roll it between his lips. you immediately get greedy, bringing your hands to lace through his hair and press him further against your cunt. the stubble decorating the lower half of his face creates a delicious new kind of friction between your legs.

he's practically making out with your clit now, kissing and sucking and jutting his tongue out to dip in your hole every few seconds. it's sloppy- a mess of his saliva and your slick leaving his chin pretty well soaked right now but jack can't find the room to care about cleanliness right now. there's one thing on his mind, and one thing only- making you cum.

and you're getting there embarrassingly fast. "i'm cl- i'm- fuck, i'm close jack, keep doing that- god please keep doing that." if there's one thing jack abbot knows how to do it's follow orders. the knot in the pit of your stomach is getting tighter and tighter, your hips are writhing against jack's face, forcing more friction against your cunt and you're clenching around nothing as you desperately chase your high.

when you look down at jack his eyes are closed like he's enjoying this more than you are, and that sight only brings you that much closer to the edge. your hands tighten in his curls and he takes that as a sign that you're almost there. "gonna- ohmygod, i'm gonna cum, i'm—" you cut yourself off with a moan that tears from your throat.

"there she is," jack mumbles against your pussy, pulling away for only half a second before resuming and coaxing you through your high. he groans into your folds as he feels you gush around his tongue and he starts to eagerly lap up your release.

your body is quivering by the time he's done, pleasure still ricocheting through every nerve as your orgasm slowly subsides. jack finishes his work between your legs with a gentle kiss to your folds.

when he looks up at you, taking in your absolutely fucked out appearance with a glossy chin and lips coated in your slick, all jack can think about is how fucking sweet you tasted, and how he can hardly wait to dive back in for seconds.

comments and reblogs are appreciated!! <3

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mutuals, out of curiosity what season were you born in and what's your favorite season?

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med student!robby begging to stick it in just a little. you're on top, rocking right into the bulge in his shorts as the two of you kiss with spit-soaked lips. he's flushed and shaking and clutching your waist, quiet whines seeping from his throat.

"just the tip, i swear," robby promises, a few pieces of hair falling into his face as he looks at you. he feels dizzy when you grin at him a little, tugging the man closer so your lips graze against his the next time you speak.

"that's what you said last time." your reminder makes his eyes rolls and throw himself backwards against your couch. his masks the little bit of desperation with palming your thighs. "remember? and i said yes, and then we fucked for, like, an hour in avery's bathroom…"

robby's lips curl, warming at the memory.

"'course i remember. had to lick the cum off your legs in the car after so you wouldn't leak on my seats."

the sound of your chuckle ricochets through robby's entire body, flipping a switch only you can reach. one that has his lips dragging back across your skin, plush and swollen as they slide along your neck.

he doesn't have to suckle the skin long for your already-weak barriers to fall, and you're hanging over him on your knees, panties pulled to the side as his tip nudges right against your slit.

robby lingers long kisses into your chin, filling his lungs with the hot air you puff out every time he slips past your entrance and pulls out before he forgets not go any further.

"see," he pants. "like i said—just the tip."

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

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Very important question for you: Out of the two, who is more Baby Girl? Robby or Jack?

JACK!!!!!!!!!!! idk how to elaborate on this i just know deep in my soul that jack is so baby girl. he loves to embrace his inner whimsy i think <3 <3

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ty to @robbyology & some others for tagging meeee!!!

rules: pick a song for every letter in your tumblr url and tag the same number of people

f - full machine by gracie abrams

l - lie to me by 5 seconds of summer

o - out of time by the weeknd

f - francesca by hozier

a - agony by gavin creel & joshua henry

i - i knew it, i know you by gracie abrams

i - inbred by ethel cain

r - right where you left me by taylor swift

y - you don’t go to parties by 5 seconds of summer

no pressure & sorry if u have already been tagged!! @ovaryacted @erwinsvow @science-hoes @pope-codys @wesandresons @sweeethearts @superhoeva @m-robinavitch @oldermenfucker

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MUTUAL I HAVE DECIDED IS COOL LIKED MY POST

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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it’s so nice being fond of people on here :-) like yeah maybe we only know each other in a very limited way but i care abt you guys & hearing abt your lives makes me happy & i like listening to the things u have to say & i really truly wish the best for you all!!! sending my love from a couple states, countries, oceans away

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match day :’)

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im just the lame ass daughter who doesnt do shit and doesnt have friends

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yeah these chapters are gonna be long I fear. Almost 1k words so far and im barely 5 minutes into ep1😭😭😭

WOW the actual episode parts of the fix it fic is so easy to write as a chronic self inserter into shows. Plowed through 850 words in like 20 minutes

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if you are taking prompts... I'd love to see Jack or Robby helping the reader decompress after a long/rough day. I have just had such a day myself and I am decompressing through gifs and my imagined conversations with these men lol. Like Robby telling you're a little off just saying "what's on your mind sweetheart?" 😭 so soft

nonnie thank u for the prompt bestie, it made me want to try my hand at dr. abbot. it is on the shorter side, i hope that's ok!!

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dr. abbot x f!reader content: 18+ mdni, swearing, nothing else really, pureeeee fluff words: 1.7k masterlist

You couldn’t get out of the building fast enough when the clock read 4:30. You shoved everything in your backpack and grabbed your badge before walking quickly towards the elevators—

A familiar voice called out your name as you passed and, closing your eyes for a moment in defeat, you walked back a few paces, “What’s up?” You asked as you leaned into his doorway, not even bothering to paste a smile on your face.

“Those letters I asked you to draft, have you worked on them yet?”

Oh, your patience was wearing so very thin, “I emailed them to you last week.”

“Oh… Really? Huh… Must’ve missed them. And how many are there that need to go out?”

You sighed, “Not sure. I’d have to look.”

“And you made those edits we talked about?”

“Yes,” You said slowly, “If we talked about it then I did it, as requested.”

He stared at his computer screen for another few moments in silence and you hated yourself for waiting for a dismissal. You were off the fucking clock and he had been hounding you all day. And he wasn’t even your direct manager. Not to mention, you had had this very same discussion just yesterday. 

“Is that all?” You said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in your voice.

“Oh, sure, sure. Have a good night.”

You headed for the elevators again, this time making it out unscathed.

Just as you were boarding the T to go home, your phone buzzed with a text from Jack. 

Therapist said we are due for a romantic getaway. Something about how all I talk about in sessions lately is how much I miss you. I think he’s full of shit. I talk about you a normal amount.

You smiled down at your phone and waited, seeing the speech bubbles still moving on screen.

Anyway, how does Punta Cana sound? 

Like a dream, You typed and sent, then, Are you still home?

Your phone buzzed almost immediately with his reply, Yes, making you dinner.

You were embarrassed by the way your eyes teared up when you read that text. You were so exhausted, so on edge, you had planned on just eating a protein bar and rotting on the couch. But Jack was home and cooking. You’d have time to see him off to work, maybe even eat dinner together if you got home early enough. The thought was enough to soothe your frayed nerves.

My hero. You replied, then leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

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When you walked in the door of your apartment, you were met with the comforting smell of garlic and basil. Jack called out your name in question from the kitchen.

“It’s me.” You called back as you took off your shoes and jacket.

Jack was at the stove, looking to be in the process of plating your dinner, “Excellent timing.” He said with a smirk and slid a now full plate in front of a chair.

You stared at him for a few moments longer, a wistful smile on your face, and he gave you a funny look, “Why’re you looking at me like that?” 

You just shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak in case you fell apart. 

But it didn’t matter much, because Jack saw it all over your face, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head again and he put down what he was doing, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms.

You allowed yourself to be coddled for a few moments before speaking, “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Just happy to see you.”

He pulled back slightly, moving his head so he was in your direct line of vision and you were forced to meet his eyes, “Well I’m happy to see you too. Bad day?”

You shrug, “Irritating day, I guess. But it’s fine, really.”

You could tell he didn’t believe you, but he let it drop, “Okay, go sit and eat, then.”

The two of you ate, mostly in silence. You could feel his assessing eyes on you. This was an occupational hazard of dating an emergency medicine doctor. Or maybe all doctors, you weren’t quite sure, Jack was the only doctor you’d ever dated. He was always trying to diagnose a problem if he sensed you were even a little off. When you first started dating, it had irritated you to no end. But as time went on, you accepted that it wasn’t that he was trying to find fault in you, but that he just wanted to make sure you were okay. And if you weren’t okay, he needed to be a part of making you okay again, even if that just meant sitting next to you and holding your hand.

When you finished your plate, you took both his and yours to the sink, if only to get his eyes off you. But he couldn’t be dissuaded. You heard him behind you before you felt his arms twine around your waist, kissing the spot between your neck and shoulders as you rinsed the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher.

“C’mere,” He said softly and gently turned you until you were facing him. He placed his hands on either side of your face, calluses brushing gently over your cheeks. Again, he sought eye contact with you, “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

You were embarrassed when your body betrayed you, eyes tearing up at his attention, “It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”

He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at you, “Is it that asshole you work with again? Because, seriously, at the next office party if he talks to you like that again you’ll have to leave me at home unless you want me to make a scene.”

You huffed a laugh through your tears, “Yes and no. It was just really hectic today and he didn’t… help matters.” You sighed heavily, “Sorry, I feel so stupid complaining about my job when you have to leave to go do the hardest job in the world.”

“Hey, come on, don’t do that.” He dragged you by the hand to the couch, “Come lay down with me for a minute.”

“Jack,” You sighed, “You’re gonna be late.”

He laid on his back and beckoned you with open arms, “I have plenty of time.”

You bit the inside of your cheek stubbornly, before finally caving, crawling over him and lying on his chest. He began to gently knead your back and shoulders until you melted into him, “You don’t ever have to feel like you can’t come to me to complain about work, you know that, right?”

You sighed at his touch, “My work and my complaints seem so trivial and insignificant when stacked up next to yours.”

“What, so you’re not allowed to be stressed and burnt out just because you’re not saving lives all day?”

“Well,” You paused, “Yes, actually.”

He sighed heavily, your whole body rising and falling with the movement, “You know, you always take on my burden whenever I come home from a bad shift. No matter how awful or tragic the story is, you never complain, you hold me through it. And it’s the only reason I can get through a shift sometimes, is to know that you’ll be here waiting at the end of it to give me whatever it is I need. So, please, if you could allow me to at least try and return the favor and pretend I’m even half the partner you are, I would appreciate it.”

You pushed yourself up on your hands so you could look at him, “It’s not a burden to me.”

He brought his hands up to each side of your face, pushing your hair back as he looked at you, “I know. That’s why I’m so lucky.”

Gently, he tugged you down slightly so he could capture your mouth with his. Jack Abbot never half assed anything, so every time he kissed you was a damn near spiritual experience. He took you apart and put you back together in just a few moments. You were still leaning into him when he pulled away slightly, smirking, “Now, as much as I would love to make out with you for hours, we are unfortunately short on time, so if you could please tell me about your day?”

You smirked back at him before laying your head down on his chest, “Well, it all started with the dumbest fucking Teams message from Kevin at 8 AM.”

Jack scoffed, “It’s always fucking Kevin.”

Your grin widened and you unloaded onto him the entire day in about five minutes. By the time you were finished, you felt lighter and, of course, validated.

“Why don’t you call out tomorrow?” Jack said as the two of you stood up off the couch.

You sighed, “If I do that, I’ll be even more behind.”

“So what? You’re behind if you go in, you’re still behind if you don’t.” You chewed on your lip, unconvinced, “Come on, I have tomorrow off. We can lie in bed all day and plan our trip to Punta Cana.”

“You were serious about that?”

“Deadly,” He said, hands sliding down your waist until he gripped your backside, “You in a bikini on a gorgeous beach, endless piña coladas, mind blowing sex every night… have I convinced you yet?”

You laughed and kissed him again, hands tangling in his salt and pepper curls. When you pulled away you sighed, leaning your forehead against his, “Alright, fine, you win. I’ll stay home tomorrow.”

“Excellent.” He said and playfully bit at your neck, causing you to squeal, “Then we have a date. I’ll see you at 7 AM, back in bed.”

You pulled away from him, allowing him to grab his things for work, “Have a good shift, Dr. Abbot.”

He gave you a lopsided grin, and then he was out the door.

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Necklace Additions

Pairing: Heavily Implied Jack Abbott x Reader, Unrequited Robby x Reader, Rabbot if you squint

Summary: After filling in and helping Jack with the night shift, Robby sees your ring in Abbot's possession.

CW: Mentions of sex, age gap, alcohol consumption (beers on the roof), purity rings, mentions of Jack's dead wife, no beta we die like men

AN: I wrote this on the train and I realized there is lack of purity rings tropes in this fandom! Possibly going to expand on this more but I needed to get this out first. I'm hoping this broke me out of my writing slump

Beams of light began to shine over the tops of the buildings off on the horizon. The night had been long. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, however the time just seemed to drag. The crisp air of the approaching dawn matched with the slightly chilled beers. Robby yawned as he stretched his back out, his hands clasped around the railing as he contorted. Night shifts weren't awful when he occasionally had to fill in, but he'd admit to Jack about how he preferred his day team residents.

"There's something wrong with all of you who chose to work nights." Robby chuckled. Jack's eyes left the skyline and went back to his colleague. He smirked as he took another sip of his beer.

"like the day shift is any better. You're all too eager. I've seen them rock paper scissors over incoming traumas"

"Don't lump me in with them." Robby laughed as he took in his friend's appearance. He held up through the night a lot better than himself. Somehow his scrubs still looked relatively clean. His hair wasn't a wild mess like his own. The chain around his neck was pulled out from under the black shirt he wore. Nothing new. He'd seen those dog tags hundreds of times. He could recite the words inscribed on them from the countless times he stared at them after losing interest in conversation. This time there was a ring added onto the chain.

The conversation died again and the two of them stood side by side with the rooftop gravel. Robby's mind drifted to the ring on Jack's chain. He'd seen it before. Must be his late wife's ring. Jack must miss her more than usual right now. But the more he thought about it the less it made sense. He'd seen his wife's ring, a carbon copy of Jack's, simple and gold and placed beside the photo of her on the mantel in Jack's home.

This ring was silver. It did not match. But it looked familiar still. Conversation started again about the slew of interns running around PTMC. Stories exchanged about the silly mistakes and their inept social skills, the same things they'd both been guilty of doing decades prior to now.

And then it clicked where he had seen that ring before. Robby didn't remove his gaze from the silver adjourning Jack's military dog tags. His jaw tensed as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He shouldn't care about what his friend does. He shouldn't care about what his interns do. And yet right now he cared more than he ever had.

Two months ago he overheard Perla and Princess talking to you. He wasn't trying to listen in. Robby always claimed he wasn't into gossip but his ears still latched onto the juicy secrets being passed around at the nurse's station.

"Look at you so young and already married!" Your hand was in Princess's as her and Perla looked over the ring on your finger. The two looked between each other and muttered something Robby couldn't understand. He could only assume they were judging the size of the ring or your age.

"No, no, I'm not married!" You giggled as you pulled your hand away. "Its for me. Just a reminder." Your voice softer than usual as you spoke.

"Like a promise?" Perla asked as she eyed you from the side.

"A promise." You repeated back to them and nodded. Before the discussion could go any further, sounds of approaching sirens broke the conversation apart.

Robby tried to shake the thought from his head. A promise ring. He would have never suspected it. Not that he thought you were a whore! Or thought of you in that sense at all! He was your attending and those thoughts are not something he should be having. Not to mention you're nearly half his age.

Perla and Princess didn't stop their conversation, instead opting to switch languages. Robby had picked up a few words but he didn't have enough knowledge to understand their hushed fast pace gossip.

Robby coughed and interrupted whatever Jack was talking about. "What's with the ring?" He asked, bitterness lacing his tongue. He didn't want to think about the reasoning behind it, and yet he still asked.

He didn't want to think about his best friend in bed. He didn't want to think about your soft moans. He knew Jack too well. He'd seen him before. All Robby could think of was his cock and how it was probably too big for you, too big for your first time. Did you give him your ring? Was it a sweet moment? Or did Jack take it like a trophy, one to wear around his neck like an Olympic medal. Robby could remember the memories Jack would share when they'd drink a few too many beers. Tales about being unsatisfied with his latest date and nights alone with his hand. Were you enough for his friend?

Jack smirked. His lips formed into a thin line as he nodded his head. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Robby.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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─ Stepdad! Charlie Reid x fem! reader

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. DUBCON. STEPCEST (Step Parent x Step child.) Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption. Reader is an adult (21+). Charlie & reader are not related by blood. Bad parenting. Reader has a rebellious attitude towards mom. Stalking? Blackmail & snitching threat. Sex in exchange for silence. Blow jobs/throat fucking. Dry humping (kinda). Only adding these tags so there’s no surprises lol.

You puritanical, kink shaming, ignorant, fascist bitches are so boring with all of these dumb rules and constraints within fics & fandom spaces and it’s starting to piss me off. If you don’t like something just shut up and keep it pushing like DAMN! Let the real freak bitches have things cause y’all just take shit and ruin everything!! Now, let’s talk about something worthy of our attention.

Like Stepdad! Charlie Reid tracking your location down from your phone and finding you in a downtown club you’re not supposed to be in under the influence from weed and too much vodka. He drags you out of the club and shoves you into his car, threatens to snitch you out to your mom who you’re currently rebelling against because you think she smothers you and still treats you like a child. You throw a fit in the passenger seat, beg him not to say anything, and he offers you a proposition.

He’ll stay quiet if you blow him.

In any other instance, you’d be offended, maybe even disgusted. To any sensible person that may be the reasonable response.

Too bad you’re anything but reasonable.

You instead decide getting your throat fucked in the dead of night wasn’t such a bad idea. You’re in a secluded and empty park with slobber and tears staining your face as you choke around Charlie’s cock. You do such a good job at sucking him off and making him spill down your throat he even lets you hump his hand until you cum, rubbing your soaked cunt over the heel of his palm as he strokes you through your ruined panties, your mini skirt tugged high over your hips. You don’t feel shame when you convulse and twitch over him after falling over the edge, much less when he praises you in your ear for being such a good girl and plants a wet kiss on your neck, nipping at your skin.

What your mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

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attending!reader x michael robinavitch

[0] — prologue. ★ ( series masterlist ) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ — wc: 1k chapter specific warnings/tags: implied earlier smut/shower sex, teeny mentions of robby's ptsd, robby is stubborn ... see masterlist for series warnings

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Waking up at 6am never gets easier.

You’d think it does. That getting up at the same time for years has to be good for something, that your body would be at least a little used to this by now. You groan into the pillow and force yourself to stick an arm out to turn off the alarm whose incessant noise blaring through the room.

An identical groan leaves the man who’s got his arm draped across your waist. “Turn that off,” he mumbles into your shoulder, squinting his eyes open just a crack.

You swat your hand around aimlessly on the nightstand, hoping you’ll land on the snooze button- eventually you do and the droning noise finally ends. Robby rolls over to lie on his back, bringing both hands to his face to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Sleep okay?" You ask, turning over to face him. He takes a deep sigh before rolling his head to look at you, "that's one word for it." You reach a hand up to brush through his hair, pressing your lips into a small smile at his predicament.

He never sleeps well at this time of year.

"Shower'll make you feel better," you suggest, turning your hands through his hair into soft scratches at his scalp, his eyes fall shut again at the feeling. "Hard to wanna leave the bed when you're doin' that," he cracks an eye open to look at you.

You pull your hand back just a little, "well then, I guess I should—"

"— no no no, don't stop," he hums, leaning into your hand, "please don't stop." Robby looks completely and utterly content in this moment, despite the exhaustion, despite the weight that this day carries.. right now- he feels okay, happy even.

"You could just... join me in the shower, hm? Could keep doing that," he voices the suggestion with a totally naive tone. "The last time we showered together before work we were almost a whole hour late," you scoff. "Jack looked like he was ready to kill you right there in front of everyone for making him wait up." He can't help but laugh as he recalls the memory.

You both scrambled into the Pitt with damp hair and hastily put on clothes- it was obvious to anyone with eyes and even a hint of a dirty mind why you were late. "While I am thrilled you two clearly enjoyed yourselves this morning," Jack scowled, voice thick with sarcasm and looked between the both of you trying to wipe the guilty looks from your faces. "Some of us have been working for the last twelve hours and would like to please get home so they can sleep." You both mumbled sorry's- but deep down you really weren't all that sorry.

Robby forces himself to pull away from your hand, taking it in his and pressing a kiss to your palm. "As fun as that was," he sighs, "us showering together never ends well."

You smirk, "well I'd say it ends very well but—"

"— ohhh come on you know what I mean," he matches your smile, then shakes his head- almost a disbelief that you find room for wit despite how fucking early it is.

With a sigh that would get him an A+ in drama class, Robby finally heaves out of bed and makes his way over to the bathroom. He tilts the door shut behind him, then you hear the shower start. It isn't long until the steam starts pouring out of the room.

Ten minutes later, the water stops- your cue to get up now. You click your phone shut from whatever article you were skimming and push the sheet back. Once you've sat up on the bed you spot Robby, one towel wrapped around his waist and a smaller one in his hand as he pats his hair dry.

Before saying anything, you take a second- just a second- to shamelessly just... stare at your boyfriend. Though he often hated the way he looked, the way he aged, you thought he was nothing short of perfect. His broad shoulders still speckled with little glistening pearls of water, his beard that was starting to go grey in some patches- now one half shade darker from the shower- all of it, you thought as you watched him, was beautiful.

You make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle where the towel meets his skin, and pressing your face into his back. A few droplets wet your skin, but you don't mind. You take a deep inhale off his skin, taking in the familiar oaky scent of his body wash- then the little hint of vanilla from his hair thanks to your conditioner he always steals.

"You know," you start a little hesitant, "you could stay home today. I can hold it down at work, I'll be fine." You're almost certain he'll shoot you down, but might as well try, right? "I don't need to stay home," he shrugs, rubbing a towel through his damp hair, "I'm fine."

You predicted that, but you don't go down without at least a little bit of a fight. "Are you sure? I know today's tough for you," you say, slow, steady- like you're trying not to poke a bear, "with Adamson and—"

"—I'm fine," he repeats, this time with an undertone of please don't bring it up again.

So you don't. You know this is a sensitive topic, you know Robby is a master of deflecting and avoiding- so for now, you let him.

The rest of the morning is a practiced routine, one that you've got synchronized after living together for the past eight months. Robby showers, then you shower. He's dressed by the time you get out, then when you leave the bathroom the coffee's ready.

Once you get downstairs he'd poured it into your respective thermoses: his a utilitarian black insulated mug, yours a sky blue bottle that holds what one might call a concerning amount of coffee. The news droning on in the back fills the comfortable silence as you throw a few items into your bags. And then, 6:45am and you're out the door for the ten (more like fifteen) minute walk to PTMC.

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