mina2000alex

[mina2000alex]

summary: a trip to the er worries everyone.

andrew pope cody x reader

you put your car in park, rushing into the emergency room. lena’s school couldn’t get ahold of andrew as he was on a job out of town so they called you saying that there had been an accident but didn’t elaborate more than she was being taken to the emergency room for some tests. you didn’t hesitate to leave, your vice principal said she would cover your class.

your heart is beating erratically when you get to the front desk. “i am here looking for lena blackwell she was being brought in from her school.”

“are you her mother?” the nurse looks up from the screen. “i’m her guardian, yes. is she okay? the school didn’t tell me much on the phone?” the nurse is clicking away at her computer without any sense of urgency that makes you want to jump the desk and find the information yourself. “looks like there was a fall off the jungle gym at recess. we have her triaged waiting for xrays i can take you to her-“ you cut her off. “yes please i need to see her.”

she takes you back and the school nurse had been sitting with lena. when lena sees you she gets a bit emotional so you rush to her side assessing what might be wrong, and trying everything not to scare her even though you were scared yourself. “what happened bug? you fell at recess?” your tucking some hair out of her eyes.

you look down and you see that her arm is elevated on a pillow and there is an ice pack sitting on her wrist. “i fell off the monkey bars and landed on my arm, it hurts and feels really hot” you can tell she’s trying really hard to be brave and your heart is breaking that she’s in pain. you wrap your arms around her being careful not to hurt her and let her snuggle into your side. “you’re being so brave, i know it probably hurts really bad but the doctors are going to make it better.” the school nurse makes sure that you have lena and you assure her that she can get back to work and that you weren’t going anywhere.

a possible broken wrist is on the bottom of the list of a hospitals worry, so you’re stuck sitting with lena for what feels like an eternity. you were able to update andrew by text so that when he was finished he knew what had happened.

an xray tech comes and finally takes lena back for her scans, telling you that they will bring her right back. so you pull out your phone to check to see if andrew had gotten the message. he had apparently as there was a handful of missed calls and texts telling you to call him. so with lena elsewhere you call him back. the other line only rings once before he picks up. “hey just parking the truck. i will be inside in two minutes.” you can tell he sounds beside himself a bit. “she’s okay, took a bit of a spill off the monkey bars. might have a broken wrist. they just took her back for xrays. i am in one of the exam rooms i can come find you” your standing up to go look for him but it seems he found you first just bypassing the front desk so you hang up your phone.

he’s quick to take you in his arms in a hug you think to ground himself more than saying hello. you hold him tight and rub soothing motions in his back to let him know you’re here. when he finally pulls back you can see the stress all over his face, so you lead him to take one of the seats and you sit beside him, holding on to his forearm.

“i should have been here, i-i shouldn’t have been so far away, i should have had my phone on.” he’s blaming himself for this somehow and you need to put a stop to it before he got too worked up. you brush your fingers over his cheek to get him to look at you. “she’s okay. she was having fun and being a kid and had an accident. she wasn’t in harms way it was just a slip that happened. it might only be a sprain, and worst case it’s broken and she gets to pick a purple cast that we will sign and we spend the whole night doing all her favourites to make her feel better okay?” he nods at that and looks at you “how do you always know what to say?” you smile at him and rub your knuckles along his cheek. “you’re not the first parent i have had to talk down after a fall before, but you are the one i know the best.”

the xray tech brings lena back and you feel him relax a bit after laying his eyes on her. lena heads right for him and throws herself in his arms the best she can and he holds on as tight as he can. the three of you sit and wait on an update together.

the doctor finally comes back into the exam room with the news that lena did have a small fracture, but surgery was not needed, just a cast. lena is a bit nervous about it so you hold her hand while she sits steady in andrew’s lap, as suspected she chooses a purple cast and they send you home with instructions to come back for removal in four weeks.

the three of you finally go to leave the hospital, you to your car while andrew carries lena out to his truck, when she stops you. “you aren’t coming with us?” you hold back the frown you want to make at her question. “me and uncle pope came separately so i have to go in my own car but i will see you both at home.” andrew reaches out to you with his arm that isn’t holding lena and takes your hand. “come home with us. we’ll figure out your car later. she needs you, and i need you. lena wants to stop for ice cream in the way home, we can’t go without you. the lady at the shop will ask questions.” you roll your eyes and andrew takes that as a win so he pulls you into his other side leading you to where the truck is parked. you hop in while he gets lena buckled in and when he gets to the front seat he looks at you with a small smile. “i knew the ice cream bribe would work on you too. thank you for being here when i couldn’t be today.” you shake your head at him, but still can’t help the smile. “well get going we have someone who had a hard day looking forward to that ice cream”

[mina2000alex]

summary: month by month memories made during your pregnancy.

andrew pope cody x reader

warnings: bad writing, pregnancy and everything that goes along with it, fluff, a touch of angst, kinda implied smuttyness - they don’t boink in graphic detail but it is implied it is about to happen. smurf evaporated? and it never explains where went (choose your own adventure) these two really love each other and it’s so gross (affectionate)

a/n: i promise the next thing i write will be something from the requests. thank you to everyone for their patience there.

month one

not telling people has been the hardest part. especially when you feel nauseous and tired all the time but you still have to pretend everything is normal in your day to day life. you want to tell people so that they understand when you send your class to recess that you need to lay your head on your desk for a couple minutes and breathe through your nose to get the nausea at bay, or when you get home from work and lena is full of afterschool energy she needs to burn you take her to the park but all you want to do is lay down on the couch instead. still you are more than happy to feel the fatigue because this is exactly what should be happening to your body.

it worries andrew. it worries him when he has to hold your hair back in the bathroom every morning after you finish your glass of orange juice. it worries him when you fall asleep with your head on his lap every night before lena is even in bed. you do everything to reassure him that this means the baby is healthy. that your energy is being used to create life right now but he’s still going to worry. he won’t let you lift a finger at home. you fight him on this because of course you would. “i can make dinner, y’know? fully capable. the baby only adds to the housewife charm.” still he sits you at the kitchen island with a glass of water and a snack you can tolerate today. “you can help by sitting here where i can see you, if you’re good maybe i will let you mix something, no chopping though. too dangerous.”

month two

coming back inside after making sure lena got on the bus fine andrew hears the frustrated groan coming from the closet. he heads down the hallway to investigate. “is everything alright in here? you need any-woah” you turn to him and the shirt you have on is accentuating one of his favourite things about you in a way that he very much notices today. “nothing fits properly anymore, my boobs are too big and it’s all your fault.” you playfully throw another failed option at him, you let him stare though because between the sickness and the fatigue you haven’t felt sexy in a while, and with him being so on edge that you’re going to break all the time his staring was more of a protective watch these days, so the ogling was a welcomed change. “are you sure i think this fits just fine?” he finally peels his eyes from your chest to look you in the eye.

“you would-because you are such a boy. i can’t wear this to work, i would accidentally pop right out of it, and you know the principal already doesn’t know where to look when a woman is speaking to him. so looks like i’m stealing one of your hoodies today and you can’t do anything about it.” you pull your favourite off the hanger in the closet, take off the other top giving him a bit of a show, pull on the hoodie and waltz out the closet past him. he blinks to gain back the composure you just so easily knocked out of him, before he follows you into the kitchen. “you look great in that too by the way, always have.” he leans against the counter. “you’d make a trash bag look sexy.” you look down at the lunch you are packing up with a smile, and blush too because even though you’ve been together for a while, when he decides to openly flirt with you it’s devastating.

you pack up everything you need for the day before indulging yourself in a cuddle into his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back for a minute then you tilt your head up to meet his lips for a kiss goodbye. “i will see you later.” you tell him, with a seeming promise that he will see a lot of you later. making sure he knows he’s left you a bit worked up, if you asked him - you started it.

month three

the day is finally here. you have an appointment with the obgyn for the first ultrasound that you have (im)patiently been waiting for. after you finally get to tell lena. keeping this from her has been harder than the morning sickness, but you wanted to make sure everything was fine before giving her the news.

andrew hasn’t let go of your hand since you got out of the truck and into the doctor’s office. you give his a comforting squeeze and he looks down into your eyes. you smile up. it feels like you are the only two in the waiting room. that is until your name is called kind of loud by the tech who takes you back. she tells you to lie back and to lift your shirt while she tucks in something to protect your pants. she works on getting some preliminary scans to give to the doctor and taking some pictures before the doctor will be in. she leaves you two with no information which makes you a bit anxious, andrew can sense this so he places a kiss to your temple and rubs his thumb on the back of your hand when she leaves the room.

the doctor comes in, she is a warm middle aged woman who instantly brings you some comfort. “let’s take a look shall we” she adds more gel to your stomach and starts moving the wand around. “looks like we have one happy, healthy little baby growing in there, measuring approximately eleven weeks and three days. do you want to hear the heartbeat?” you look up to andrew for his confirmation and nod to her letting her know you’re interested in that. she plays around with the volume settings on her machine and goes in to find the best spot to get a good heartbeat. the steady sound plays out and you can’t help the relieved laugh that comes from your lips. you smile and look up at andrew and again with tears falling from your eyes. he wipes them away and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“sounds like we have a strong one in there, mama is doing a good job keeping them safe.” the doctor smiles at you while she says that. easing all the fears you didn’t even know you had before you got on the table. “they will have pictures for the fridge up at the front desk ready for you.” she winks as she takes the towel to wipe the excess off of your stomach.

in the car you immediately open the envelope to look at the scans while andrew drives to lena’s school for pick up. before you get there you stash the envelope back in your bag and watch as andrew waits on the sidewalk for her. she comes running up, he picks her up and makes sure she’s all buckled in to her booster seat. she is excited to see you, a rare sight at pickup as you’re usually at a different school teaching. “you came to pick me up too?” she beams at you like it’s something so special. you can’t help but mirror her smile. “i had the day off at my school today, so i thought i would come with. even got uncle pope on board to stop for dessert before dinner.” she gasps. “no way, uncle pope really?” he laughs at her excitement. “yeah kiddo, really.”

the three of you get situated with your ice cream and have found a picnic table down closer to the beach to enjoy, you sit next to lena while andrew sits across from the both of you. “lena uncle pope and i have some special news to tell you.” she looks up to you and nods. you pull out the envelopes with the ultrasound pictures and lay them on the table to show her. “these are pictures of the baby that is in my belly right now, and they are so excited to meet you when they come out.” lena blinks at the picture processing what you just told her. she looks at andrew and then back to you. “like a little brother or sister?” she has absolutely no idea how much that comment is a relief to you that she sees this baby as a sibling. “yes lena, a little brother or sister who is already so lucky because they have you as a big sister.” you smile at andrew who seems to share your relief at how lena took the news. lena shifts a bit to give you a hug. “i will be the best big sister, i promise.” you can’t hold the little tear that you shed at this “i don’t doubt that at all.” and when you look over to andrew with lena in your arms you swear his eyes are a little misty too.

month four

“the beach house will be up for grabs pretty quick if anyone wants it.” craig looks at pope like he has three heads when he says that. “why you guys moving away or something?” pope kind of wishes they were but lena likes her school and you like your job. “no, we just needed a bigger place with more rooms one for lena, one for a nursery and a yard to play in.” he looks up with a proud smile he doesn’t even bother hiding waiting for the boys to hopefully clue in. “no way man! is she pregnant?” deran of course was the first one to clue in. the news even causes a rare smile from j. “yeah, due five months from now.” craig leans in to give him a very aggressive brotherly hug, deran following up. “holy shit, dude she’s going to be the best mom, and i think you won’t do too bad yourself in the dad department, lena is turning out pretty great.” pope just nods at this. “she already is the best mom.”

the movers just placed the last box of your things in your new home. a two story with the kitchen and living room on the bottom with the bedrooms upstairs and a bonus room you have big playroom plans for. it’s everything you wanted, including the back yard with the beautiful garden the previous owners had started, and room for a treehouse. andrew was at the old place handing the keys over to craig so you thought you would get started unpacking the boxes labeled kitchen.

that’s where andrew finds you standing on the step-ladder putting away things on the top shelf. he grabs you by the hips and places you gently on the ground “get down from there.” you roll your eyes at him and grumble. “i was putting things away, im pregnant, not elderly.” he shakes his head at you, he can’t even be mad you’re so cute, so he compromises. “you can put the things away that you can reach, plus you got dizzy the other day getting up from the couch.” you look away from him, glad that he didn’t bring it up when it happened but embarrassed that he still caught you. “there’s lots of blood pumping all over my body, i apparently don’t know what to do with it all.” you say quietly he has to strain a bit to hear you. he pulls you into his chest and rubs your back. “i know, i watched a video explaining it, that’s why i didn’t panic.” something about his admission to watching what to expect when expecting videos makes your stomach flutter. you look up at him pouting your lips for a kiss, he obliges. “okay now get to work, you have wine glasses to put away on the top shelf.” you say as you give him a little pat on his ass. he laughs and gets to work “aye aye captain.”

month five

you’re back at the obgyn office, this time for the anatomical check up that will also tell you the gender of the baby. you were so excited for this one, and andrew was too.

the technician went over and took your vitals much like the first time. your doctor who you have come to really enjoy after seeing her for all your monthly check ups is in next. she flicks on the machine. “okay are we ready?” you nod. “very.” the same steady sound of the babies heartbeat mixed with yours is heard again. she’s running the wand around to make sure everything is measuring and there is nothing obviously wrong. “baby is growing like a weed in there, good job mama. everything looks great. i was able to see the babies gender, was that something you were looking to find out today? i can tell you or we can put it in an envelope.” you looked up at andrew, you had both discussed that you wanted to know, but you also wanted to do it more intimately. “in the envelope please, we have someone special at home we want to share the news with.” it’s not totally a lie but you and andrew plan to find out the two of you before doing a small reveal with lena. your doctor smiles at that. “of course. it will be in the package with your updated printouts. i will see you back here in four weeks for the regular check up.”

this was a morning appointment so you had a bit of time before andrew went to pick lena up. he drives the both of you home and parks the truck. you turn to him. “can we open it right now. i don’t even think i can wait until we’re inside. it’s burning in my hands.” he laughs at that and how you are basically bouncing up and down with excitement. “sure let’s do it. right here, right now.” you pull out the envelope from the package and hold it in your hands and look at him then back to the envelope. “okay, yeah, wow it’s just right in there, y’know the news.” now you seem nervous.

“do you want me to do it?” he can sense your hesitation. you thrust the envelope into his hands. “yeah good idea, you do it.” he smiles at you and opens the envelope and unfolds the piece of paper. it has the transcription of the ultrasound findings but at the bottom in bold he can read fetus is presumed female. he feels himself getting emotional when he looks into your eyes. “it’s a girl” you gasp at that and reach to give him a big happy kiss. “good thing you’ve been practicing your ballerina bun” you say on his lips. he laughs at that and pulls you in by the back of your head for another kiss because he can’t help himself.

when you finally make it inside you get to work on the surprise for lena. choosing to just bake some cupcakes and hide coloured frosting in the one you’re going to give her after dinner tonight. andrew and lena arrive home as you are just finishing up putting sprinkles on the top of the seemingly plain vanilla cupcakes with vanilla frosting, you set the special one aside for later because now they all look the same. when lena comes in and is excited about the cupcakes you almost want to throw all plans of making her wait until after dinner, but andrew is the fun police and tells her that the cupcakes are for dessert and she has to have dinner first.

like most nights you help her with her homework at the kitchen table as andrew makes dinner. once everyone has eaten and the dishes are cleaned up. you plate the cupcakes for dessert.

before lena can take a bite andrew stops her. “lena there is a special surprise in your cupcake. there is blue or pink frosting that will tell you if you’re having a little brother or sister, so don’t inhale it this time.” she looks even more excited about the cupcake then before. you sit beside andrew and squeeze his hand as you watch lena tentatively take a bite of the cupcake. you can see the pink on her nose and she looks up at the both of you with big eyes. “it’s pink, does that mean i get a sister?” you smile at lena. “yeah lena a little sister, she’s going to be so lucky. she has the best big sister to share toys with.” lena puts her cupcake down and runs to the both of you for a group hug. “thank you, i know i was supposed to love a brother too but im really happy it’s a girl” that makes you and andrew laugh. she lets go of you and enjoys the rest of her dessert you dig into yours too, and because you forced the issue by just putting one in front of him, andrew eats his too.

after dinner the three of you are sitting on the couch watching tv, lena is leaning against you when suddenly there is a hard kick coming from the inside that she can feel. she gasps and looks up at you. this is the first time that anyone has been able to feel a kick besides you. “was that her pushing me?” lena asks andrew quickly goes to move his hand to your stomach you grab it and place it exactly where the baby is kicking. “she wanted to say hello to her two favourite people, and she’s letting us know she really enjoyed her sugar rush from the cupcake.” andrew snorts at this “of course she enjoyed her cupcake, she’s already her mother’s daughter.”

month six

you step out of the ensuite after finishing up your nighttime routine in the bathroom and take a seat on the bed, you’re about to start your new nightly routine of moisturizing and oiling your bump when you hear andrew walk down the hall. he stops and leans on the entry way. crossing his arms as he watches you with your stomach exposed rubbing in the moisturizer. “you know if you took a picture it would last longer” you change your focus from your belly to look him up in the eye but on the way to his eyes you get a bit distracted, you don’t think he’s ever looked better. he’s leaning there so casually, the worn out t-shirt he has on is stretching over his chest just right and his arms crossed against said chest are very muscular and very veiny, the arm holes of the shirt are holding on for dear life against them. when you finally do get to his face it appears you have been caught checking him out, he has one eyebrow raised at you and a sexy smirk letting you know that he knows you want him, kinda really bad at this point. how did he turn the tables that fast, wasn’t he just the one staring at you a second ago? you blame your hormones, your currently very depraved hormones.

“do you want to help with the oil?” you’re trying anything for the upper hand here. he walks over and kneels beside the bed his hand lingering in yours as he grabs the oil out of it. he’s looking up at you from his lowered position and driving you crazy. he gets some of the oil in his hands and starts to massage them over your stomach. you bite back a moan when his hands are finally on you and you can see him smirking again. “getting all worked up princess, aren’t you?” he wipes his hands on the towel and is now standing towering over you. you grab his shirt and drag him down “just shut up and do something about it already”

month seven

you are so glad the school year is almost over your back has started to ache from the added weight and being on your feet all day teaching doesn’t help. the baby is now taking up space shared with your lungs so you get winded very easily as well, you’re back to first trimester exhaustion levels, and andrew is back to the first trimester levels of worry.

“you already turned your report cards into the principal, can’t you just skip school for the last couple of weeks, get a sub?” andrew is chasing you around the kitchen while you get ready to leave. “i can’t do that, this is when the fun is all planned.” he knows this, he also knows that the fun brings more risk of danger, and he can’t be there to catch you. you reach up to put a hand behind his head rubbing your thumb back and forth where his brows are pinched together. “i will be fine, there is so much added supervision, most activities are going to be with the other grade one class, i have a student teacher until the end of the year, and my regular teachers aide won’t let me lift a finger, you should see the way she has my chair all set up. i seriously could take a nap if i wanted.” andrew lets out a sigh, wraps his arms around you and lays his head down in your chest in defeat which makes you laugh. you scratch the back of his head. “i promise you will be my first call if anything does happen, but in all honesty that these last couple weeks are just going to be me sitting there and giving the occasional ‘stop that’ to the little stinkers” that seems to subdue him for now.

you get home from your last day of school and you look so wiped, lena’s school ended a week ago so andrew was home all day with her. you walk into the kitchen, put your bag down and sit at the island leaning over it to stretch out your back a bit. “is something wrong?” andrew is quick to your side. “everything just aches” you sniffle tears starting to form. your stupid hormones are back in a frustrating way this time. andrew leans down and kisses the back of your head before his fingers start to work magic on your lower back, exactly where you need it. if lena wasn’t just around the corner the moan you would have let out at this would be obscene. “is that good, any spot im missing?” you shake your head. “no that’s really good, perfect even” when the majority of the tension is gone you sit back up and turn in the stool to look at him. “i feel like i could have a nap now.” he smiles at you. “then go take one i will wake you up for dinner.” he won’t say anything to you about it, but he’s so glad school is out and he can watch over you these last couple of months.

month eight

it’s eleven pm and andrew still hasn’t come to bed, you know exactly where he is so you climb out and head over to the baby’s room. you stand at the door and just watch as andrew puts together the crib you picked out, he’s sitting on the floor, and his back is to you. this is the last step in setting up her room, between all the furniture he built and all the decorating you did. “you know i think that’s easier to do with the instructions” you finally make your presence known.

he huffs out a laugh. “i’m almost finished. what are you doing up?” he turns to look up at you from his spot on the floor. “she can’t sleep without daddy there, she’s moving nonstop.” at that he gets up and lays his hands on your stomach, his thumbs brushing over where the indents of her tiny feet mark against your skin. he leans down to give your stomach a kiss. “hey there bug are you kicking mommy? she has done nothing but take the best care of you. you should take it easy on her.” that earns him a swift little kick to where his mouth is and you both laugh. he straightens up to give you a kiss and is showing you to the rocking chair so you can have a seat while he finishes up with the crib. you put your feet up and rub your hand over your stomach while you watch him work. he wasn’t lying about being almost finished, he’s done building in about ten minutes before he’s unpacking the little mattress to go inside. once it’s all set up he turns to you and pulls you up off the rocking chair. you lean into his side. “we put all this work into this and she’s not even going to sleep in here for months.” he laughs and plants a kiss in your hair. “she’s worth it though, come on time to go to bed.”

month nine

thirty-seven weeks and three days. that is how far along you are when you are woken up by some cramping at 1:07 in the morning, and you can already feel that this is different from the braxton hicks your body was practicing with the past month. you slowly get yourself out of bed and head into the living room knowing you probably only have an hour tops before andrew comes to find you.

he does come to find you, he finds you leaning over the back of the couch swaying side to side through a contraction. he’s rubbing a hand up and down your back. “are you okay?” you nod face pressed into your crossed arms on the back of the couch. “yeah I think we get to meet her today.” you smile up at him and he matches it. you both know the majority of this will be an all day affair, so andrew shoots deran and craig a text telling them that it was time and they need to come get lena as soon as they see the text.

lena wakes up and andrew feeds her breakfast. you try to hide what is happening to your body from her, but it is getting increasingly difficult because now you have been in labour for about seven hours and things are moving more steady and more strong. you thank god that deran wakes up early to usually take in the morning waves. he is at your door ready to pick up lena by eight in the morning. you start to get a bit emotional when you go to say goodbye, this is the last time it will be just the three of you in this house. you hug her as tight as your stomach lets you “i love you lena, your baby sister is so ready to meet you.” you wipe tears from your eyes and andrew picks her up in a tight hug. “love you kiddo we will see you soon.” he passes her to deran and hands him her overnight bag. “i got her man, we will come see you as soon as you give the go ahead. my phone will be near by if either of you need anything.” he looks at you while he says that. you and andrew stand at the door and watch as they drive away.

“if you told me that was the hardest part about having a baby i wouldn’t have believed it.” you sniff. andrew rubs your shoulders and leads you back inside. you spend the next few hours labouring at home, the contractions are now about six minutes apart and last about a minute each time. after a call to the obgyn’s office you are instructed to head to the hospital to have your baby.

when you get there you are immediately checked over and given the news that you are seven centimetres dilated which is a relief to you, you don’t know how you would have handled the news of being anything less than a six on your first check.

andrew is perfect, being everything you need. he has ice chips when you ask, counter pressure on your hips when you don’t even ask and in between he is saying all the right supportive things that get you through every contraction that goes through your body. before you even know it you are being set up to push and your doctor is in the room with her comforting presence once again.

“okay mom, your body knows exactly what to do here, so just follow those instincts and we will be here to help if you need it.”

you only have to push for thirty minutes before your baby girl is being placed on your chest and letting everyone know how well her lungs work. you immediately sob and look up to andrew who also has tears falling from his eyes. he leans down to kiss your lips and press his forehead againt yours. “she’s perfect, you’re perfect thank you so much.” you lean in to kiss him again. “i love you” you both lean down to look at your perfect girl. around you things are still happening but the three of you are in your own little world.

the night goes on, you spend time doing skin to skin and have the first feeding, before you hand her off to andrew so you can get some rest. he is in heaven when the nurse helps to set him up so he can do skin to skin as well. he spends the whole night watching over his girls. his mind drifts to the one girl missing in this picture he checks the time and that problem should be resolved soon he thinks to himself. deran had texted him to let him know that they were here. he leaves you and the baby to go and get lena to bring her up to the room.

you start to chat with your baby in your arms. “you are about to meet the most special girl, you are so lucky that she’s your sister. she’s going to show you everything, how to have a tea party, how to play with barbies, she’s going to show you where we hide the cookie jar, im so excited for you to meet her she already loves you as much as mommy and daddy do. you hear andrew and lena approaching. “the baby might be sleeping so we need to be quiet.” you smile hearing her little voice, you missed it for the day she was away. “i can be quiet.”

andrew gently pulls the curtain back and you almost cry seeing him with lena in his arms. you shuffle over so there is a bit of room and andrew sits her down next to you. “lena this is your sister” you watch as her eyes scan over everything then she looks up at you. “can i hold her?” you smile at her. “of course you can let’s get you all set up.” andrew helps get the three of you situated so that lena can hold her sister, you have one arm behind lena while the other helps support the babies head. you really can’t help the smile on your face watching as lena takes it all in. you smile up at andrew and he drops a kiss to your forehead and all that he can think is how his life can’t get much better, but he knows you’ll find a way to prove him wrong.

[mina2000alex]

summary: late night exciting news

andrew pope cody x reader

a/n: i actually don’t like this one but i was having a panic attack (not about this, about something else) and while i felt like i was dying i only could imagine my parents like finding this doc or something open when they went to clean everything up. that was enough to just post it so it’s not sitting in a document anymore.

this is a first. you are wide awake and andrew is peacefully sleeping beside you. not wanting to wake him by tossing and turning you strategically untangle yourself with him and head into the kitchen. the moon is out tonight so you can work by the glow of the moonlight. you quietly grab the electric kettle and start heating up water grabbing a bag of your favorite camomile tea down from the cupboard. once the water boils you pour it into the mug and head out to the patio to listen to the ocean. hoping real life white noise will help make your brain shut off and become tired enough for sleep.

pope is in a state in between being asleep and being awake. he reaches out so that he can cuddle into you and your warmth, but no matter where he reaches he can’t find you in his dream state. he is quick to open his eyes at that and sleepily figure out what is happening. he doesn’t hear you in the bathroom so he is getting out of bed and throwing a pair of sweats over his boxers to search for you in the rest of the house. he sees you sitting outside and wastes no time to join you. he stands behind the chair you are sitting in and rubs his hands up and down your shoulders.

“do you think lena would let us officially adopt her, or would even want us to?” pope doesn’t know if he’s fully awake and functioning enough to properly have this conversation, but he’s going to try. “we could ask her, but i think i am always going to be her uncle pope.” you nod processing what he said. “yeah” it makes perfect sense to you. pope comes around the chair so he can crouch in front of you looking up with his hands resting on your lap. “what are you thinking about?” this is obviously not a thought coming from nowhere, if it has you up in the middle of the night.

you straighten up in the chair and look in his eyes. “i’m pregnant.” you place your hands on top of his in your lap and wait for him to process. his whole face softens and he looks up to you and gives you a smile that makes you weak in the knees. “you are?” he sounds a bit choked up when he asks pulling a hand from yours so he can rest it on your stomach. you nod, your eyes a bit misty. “i took a few tests today, all positive. i still should see a doctor to make sure it’s all viable, but yes all signs point to pregnant.” he’s getting up to place a kiss on your lips. “so the adoption question?” he’s asking because he knows you have thoughts about this.

“well i was trying to figure out how to tell you and most go with ‘you’re going to be a dad’ but that didn’t feel like it would do it justice, because you already kind of do dad things. but ‘you’re going to be a dad again’ didn’t make any sense either. also i want the baby to have lena as an older sister, because she will be so amazing at it. older cousin just doesn’t seem like it would be right, you know? but how does that even makes sense?” he’s can tell you have spent so long thinking about this. “our family dynamic is a bit complicated.” he states matter of factly. you shake your head “i love the way it is, but i would never want lena to feel replaced or that the love is different because she’s not mine biologically, or that i didn’t know her from the day she was born, because that will never be true.” he lets you finish your thoughts.

“she’s loved you since the moment she met you, and i am not just saying that to say it. that first night, that first tea party, i saw her start to become a real kid again, one that wasn’t sad all the time, brightness came back in her eyes, laughter came back into this house. don’t ever think you haven’t been exactly what she needed, exactly what i’ve needed.” you feel the tears well up in your eyes. “i am so excited to see you with a baby, the thoughts do crazy things to me.” he smiles up at you with one of his most devastating looks, the one he knows works best and you immediately want to kiss it right off.

“does things to you? oh really? you have no idea what knowing that you’re pregnant is doing to me.” his hands are rubbing up and down your lap flirting with innocence and inappropriateness as he is also leaning up to kiss you. it’s a messy one that leaves you wanting more. his tongue mapping out the inside of your mouth that draws a whine from the back of your throat. “will you let me take you back to bed?” he’s not playing fair kissing down your jaw, easily finding the spot that makes you not think straight. you give him a breathy “uh-huh” and that’s all it takes he’s picking you up bridal style from the chair you’re in and bringing you back his bed where you belong. forever.

[mina2000alex]

summary: lena is sick, the household is worried

andrew pope cody x reader

a/n: are we sick of my shitty summaries yet? i sure am. i promise i am also working on all the amazing requests in my inbox, i just want to do them justice :/ it’s a lot of pressure writing something that someone requests.

warnings: sick kid, mentions of being sick but nothing too graphic, feelings of helplessness.

you’re woken suddenly by andrew jumping out of bed. followed by the sound of lena being sick down the hall. now suddenly wide awake you spring out of bed to see what you can do to help. he says he will clean up the mess, and you can clean up lena. you take her to wash her face and brush her teeth, your heart breaking at her little sniffles and tear stained face. next you get her in a clean pair of pajamas and carry her into your’s and andrew’s room.

as soon as you get her into bed and crawl in beside her she climbs on top of you and clings to you like a koala . she feels way too warm to the touch, practically sticking to you. “lena, bug does it hurt anywhere? you ask gently running a hand through her sweaty hair. you take the hair tie from your wrist and use it to get lena’s hair up off her neck and into a messy bun.“my tummy hurts” you can feel her tears soak through the shirt you were wearing and you don’t think you’ve ever felt more helpless.

there had been a letter sent home from school warning households of a stomach flu that was making its way around, your grade one class was also dropping like flies.

andrew comes back into the room and kneels next to your side of the bed at eye level with lena. he rubs a hand gently up and down her back. when he feels just how warm she is, his eyes flick up to yours with worry. “do you want to switch and take her i will grab a couple of things” he picks lena up off you with no effort and she curls into his chest when he takes his spot on the bed.

when the letter came home you stocked up at the pharmacy hoping it would work as some weird reverse psychology plot, and even though it didn’t work your glad you have some remedies on hand. you grab the forehead thermometer and children’s tylenol out of the medicine cabinet. next stop is the linen closet to find a soft washcloth and head into the kitchen. you turn on the cold water to run and pull from the freezer what will probably be your silent secret weapon: a pedialyte popsicle. with the cold water you fill up a cup for lena and wet the cloth and wring out the excess. you load up your hands and head back to your room.

it’s now your turn to take a crouched position next to andrew’s side of the bed. first thing you do is take her temperature with the thermometer. it shows 102.7 degrees and you look at pope with a bit of a grimace and you turn it so he can see. he runs a protective hand down her back when he sees the reading. the next step no doubt will be the hardest, especially because it looks like andrew was able to stop the tears and shuddering breaths. so your stalling a bit by laying the cold washcloth on the back of her neck she instinctively shivers but you can see her face relax a bit from the chill on her heated skin. “lena i have some medicine for you to take” she begins to shake her head back and forth against andrew’s chest “no, no, no” she’s getting worked up again and you really can’t blame her. you can see the big tears welling up in her eyes again. “it’s just a little bit to help your tummy feel better and then you can have a popsicle. does that sound okay?” she takes a peak at you from where she’s hiding in pope’s neck at the mention of the popsicle you hold it up so she knows you’re telling the truth. you have the little cap poured of the dose ready to go in the other. “we don’t need to drink the medicine all in one try, we can take water breaks, and once you’ve finished this capful we can have the popsicle. does that plan work for you?” she’s looking at you like she really doesn’t believe you. “daddy used to make me finish the medicine in one gulp” that makes you tilt your head to meet her eyes “well we can try some little sips with water this time. it will all work the same i promise.”

lena nods and andrew is sitting up with her so that she can take the medicine, and all he can think about is how he’s so thankful for you and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to show you how much you actually mean to him especially in the moments like this when he’s so overwhelmed and feels like he’s in over his head. you bring a calm to lena’s life that she’s never had before, that he’s never had before. you even without thinking are letting him be the good guy when you hand him the popsicle to administer after she’s finished the tylenol. you hold the medicine and her water cup in your hands and let her take the lead on how much she wants to try at once. she surprisingly does pretty well all things considered, only stopping for water twice before she finished the dose. “uncle pope can i have my popsicle now?” he’s opening the package and her little hand takes it from his so she can eat it. you pick up everything and grab the cloth off her neck to run more cold water on it. once you’ve put everything away you head back into the bedroom. lena has finished her popsicle so you take the wrapper and stick and place them in the garbage.

andrew gently lays back down with her, and you place the re-chilled cloth back on her neck. he pulls the top sheet over the two of them, feeling like the comforter would be too much right now. you climb back into bed and perched on your side facing them. you watch lena’s eyes start to droop as she relaxes back to sleep on his chest. you reach up and start to thread your fingers into andrew’s curls trying to comfort him too, knowing that he’s not going to sleep the rest of the night. he pulls the hand from his hair and kisses the pulse point on your wrist, while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “having you by my side in these moments makes me think that maybe i won’t screw her up.“ he sounds like he might be a bit emotional, but you won’t mention it. you shuffle a bit closer, making sure you don’t disturb lena to give him a kiss on his cheek. “as long as you let me, i will spend all my days showing you what it is like to be loved.” he kisses your hand again and you get comfy in the pillows after that you falling asleep with your hand in his.

[mina2000alex]

summary: pope comes home from a job that went a bit sideways. you’re there to take care of him and he’s there to take care of you as well.

andrew pope cody x reader

warnings: mention of minor injury, violence, dead bodies, swearing, codependency, hurt/comfort. pope becoming maybe a bit ooc but i think love can change a man right?

you’ve gotten to the point where you can’t sleep without him. you know he barely sleeps but he lies there with you while you sleep. this is why you find yourself pacing in the kitchen, every surface has been scrubbed at least three times. you tucked lena into bed hours ago. yet he’s still not home from his job he left for yesterday morning.

you know what he gets up to when he goes to work but he spares you most of the details. still it’s hard for your mind not to wander when it’s almost two in the morning and you haven’t heard from him all day, not even a reply to your text asking him when he was coming home. you decide that a shower should be a distraction hoping that by the time you’re all cleaned up he will be home. you were wrong. he’s only been gone sixteen hours but you miss him. you just want to see him before bed, so that you know he’s okay, but you have to get up to teach in the morning and there’s no way you can deal with 25 six year olds without at least some sleep, you calculate you can get maybe three hours with having to fall asleep without being in his safe, strong arms. you give up on your all-nighter attempt, checking on lena one last time before heading to your shared room.

you finally crawl into bed and shiver because the sheets feel cold when it’s just you under the covers. you let out a little childish huff and roll over to his side burrowing yourself into his pillow. then you let your mind make up all kinds of crazy scenarios and solutions. maybe he just doesn’t love you anymore and has left you with lena-no that’s actually insane. he’d leave you but no way he’s leaving lena behind. maybe you can put a tracker on him-no that’s somehow even more insane, he’s a grown man not a new puppy. maybe you should download a police scanner app and see if there’s any talk about anyone being arrested, or worse a body found dead on arrival-now you are just being mean to yourself, why can’t you think happy bedtime thoughts?

right when the spiraling is getting a bit out of control, you hear keys jingling in the lock. he makes you promise that you leave the doors locked when he’s not home. you pull the covers off to go meet him at the door to give him a piece of of you mind.

“is your phone broken or something? you know i was really- andrew oh my god?” even in the dark you can see he’s limping, holding his side with a gash bleeding on his cheek. you rush to his non injured side so that he can lean on you. “do you need the emergency room?” turning on the lights in the kitchen you sit him down on an island stool. “no, no hospitals” he says and you can tell he’s in a good amount of pain from the way his voice is strained. “okay, what happened? what hurts?” he looks at you deciding there’s no reason to lie.

“the kid messed up the recon, missed a guard that must have had some sort of mma training. he got me good a few times in my side and a left hook to the cheek, but i think i got him worse.” he adds trying to ease the tension. it doesn’t though. your frown is still present and he hates that he’s caused it.

you go to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and open it up on the counter beside him. then stand in between his legs to get started on cleaning up the cut on his face. he reaches up to where your brows are pinched from the frown on your face and says “im not worth all this worry.” that earns him a pissed off look and he thinks he can work with pissed, he has no idea what to do when your sad because he tries everything to make sure you never are. but you still aren’t saying a word just going to undo the buttons on his shirt. any other day with any other circumstance he’d probably be excited about this. you pull the shirt gently off his shoulders and place it on the counter beside him.

you gasp when you see what has been hiding under the shirt. it’s a good sized bruise taking up the majority of his side, angry and red with purple starting to bloom around it. you skim your hand down it with your gentle touch that he feels himself leaning in towards. you bite your lip trying to swallow the lump in your throat and head to the freezer to see if there is even something big enough to ice the space. there isn’t but you grab an ice pack anyways and wrap it in a towel and go to gently hold it on the bruise his hand covers yours and his palm brushes back and forth against the back of your hand hoping he can soothe you just a little, even if it is useless at this point. your head is down so he can’t see your face but you sniffle so he lifts your chin with his other hand to make you look at him and his heart starts to crack at the unshed tears threatening to spill out over your lash line. “hey-hey i’m okay, it’s all superficial. nothing a little ice and rest won’t fix.” he slides the hand that isn’t cupping your jaw under your shirt so he can rub soothing circles up and down your back. the hand on your chin reaches up to wipe at the tears that have now fallen from your eyes. you wipe your tears as well in a self conscious way and take a shaky breath.

“talk to me, please. what’s happening in that beautiful head of yours.” his voice is so tender with love that it causes new tears to roll down your cheeks. he’s desperately trying to capture your eyes with his own that are trained on the ground. “i’m supposed to be making you feel better.” you finally speak. “you are, being able to come here and have you as apart of my home has its own healing powers, but your breaking my heart a little here princess.” he notices the corners of your mouth slightly turn up at your nickname, but he still needs you to tell him what’s wrong.

you’ve seen him with the occasional black eye and have kissed his bruised knuckles all better before. what is really happening here? he can tell that your thinking carefully about what you want to say so he keeps rubbing the skin of your back to let you know that he’s here. “my brain was playing the worst case scenario game tonight.” you say finally, your voice seeming so small. pope can feel himself pouting at that and looks around. he notices that the kitchen is sparkling clean. that lena’s toys in the living room have been put away in the most organized fashion. that the laundry in the basket is folded with army precision. you were trying to do anything to keep your mind busy tonight.

he knows you’ve spent a good amount of time and effort with real therapy to deal with the demons in your head that tell you everything wrong about you - which is absolutely nothing if you asked him. he also knows that the voice of doubt is always be the loudest on the worst days. “i thought maybe you weren’t coming home to me tonight.” there it is. the truth he was seeking. “when you didn’t call or text, i don’t know, i couldn’t stop thinking of all of the things that could have happened to you, or that you decided you were just done with me in general. i’m sorry i feel so stupid saying this out loud.” your shaking your head refusing to look at him.

he takes the ice pack your hand is still holding to his side and places it on the counter behind him, so that you have no distractions. next he’s takes your face in both of his hands so that he has your undivided attention. “first of all, you are anything but stupid.” he had to shut that thought down immediately. “secondly, there is nothing in this world, any scenario where i am not coming home to you, i will drag myself by my fingernails if i have to.” you look into his eyes “you can’t make that promise.” you say with a sniff. he runs his thumb along your cheekbone. “today was a one off, i told the guys i can’t do the dangerous shit anymore. i have way, way too much to lose, and also to live for now.” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and then pulls you in for a hug, you being so careful not to hurt his side but he makes sure to squeeze you extra tight, letting you know he’s not broken. you place a kiss on the shoulder you’re tucked into and he releases you. then you place a feather light kiss on his bruised side and his bandaged cheek. “i think my lips are kind of sore too” that gets a laugh from you that heals everything in him. “you are actually the worst” but you lean in to kiss the stupid grin on his face anyways. “let’s go to bed” he murmurs against your lips. you nod and let him lead the way. grabbing the ice pack to take with you. he heads into the bathroom while you climb into bed.

you can hear the shower running, but pope is quick with it. heading into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, he replaces it with a pair of boxers and climbs into bed beside you. “i won’t be able to sleep with you all the way over there” he whispers in the dark. in all honesty there is maybe three inches between you but you usually fall asleep in each others arms. “i don’t want to to hurt your side” he reaches out an arm to pull you in and places a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both arms around you. “looks like i’m going to need a hand to hold the ice pack there. mine are a bit full” you snort another laugh for the second time tonight, then sigh “you came to me tonight all beat up. yet you spent that last little bit of today making me feel better. i really don’t deserve you.” you can feel him shake his head above you. “having something good to come home to healed me before i even put my keys in the lock. as soon as i got in my truck at smurf’s place to come back here, most of the pain was already gone. i will say it a million times until you believe it, but the real truth is that i don’t deserve you, you and your goodness in my home, in my bed. you and lena are the best part of my day, i will never screw up coming back to this. it’s everything and more that i never knew i needed.” you snuggle in closer to him and he is back to rubbing your back under your shirt until he feels your breathing even out letting him know you’ve fallen asleep. he closes his eyes as well to rest.

[mina2000alex]

summary: jack has baby fever. that it. that’s the tweet

jack abbot x nurse reader

warnings: hospital setting, talks of injury, talks of children, jack down bad, suggestive language, milf and dilf in training

your night hadn’t been anything special at work just the standard trying to get beds cleared up, that was until a mother walks in with her three year old and a 10 day old baby. her three year old had fallen out of his bed and bumped his head in the middle of the night. the mother looked so exhausted and there was no dad in sight.

you slide open the curtain to get a bit of history, administer some children’s tylenol and take the toddlers vitals. talking to the mom you find out the new baby was born over a video call as her husband was deployed right now and couldn’t get home, she had clearly been running on fumes, she has help usually during the day but at night is when it’s really hard for her. ellis comes in to assess and decides that a ct should be ordered just in case. the mom is clearly torn about being with her toddler and her new baby. you take a look down at the baby sleeping in the car seat and before you can even think about it your offering. “i can watch her so you can be with him?” the mom thinks about it before she’s nodding with a “sure”

you take the car seat back to the nurses station and put it down on the desk next to you, and get to work on some charting. the baby starts to squawk letting you know she’s not pleased with something so you don’t hesitate to unbuckle her from the car seat and pick her up to soothe her, she settles falling asleep on your chest so you get back to work. you don’t feel his eyes on you while you do.

ellis and walsh come up to the nurses station. “girl you’re exploding ovaries over here” ellis says. “yeah especially abbot’s” walsh jokes. you look up at her with a roll of your eyes “yeah, right. it’s not me it’s the baby. she’s so good for a newborn.” and give her a shake of your head. “he has not taken his eyes off of you since you took her out of her carrier” you turn around and chance a look at your husband, and annoyingly the girls were right. he’s looking at you with something extra in his eye. not even looking away while he’s talking to shen about something. you give him a little smile letting him know that you caught him staring again.

everyone leaves you to work with your little assistant still sleeping on your chest. her mom and brother should be back from radiology soon, but not before jack comes over. he’s looking down at you from where he’s standing. “that looks, insanely good on you” you blush at him. “oh yeah? scale of 1 to 10, 10 being that red dress you like so much?” you just started the discussions of having kids of your own, both deciding that the time was right, just needing the biology of it all to be in your favour. he sticks his tongue in his cheek to stop the smile he wants to give you. shaking his head with it.

you notice the toddler and his mom are being wheeled back to the exam room. “i should check if they need anything” jack stops you before you get up. “no you stay i’ve got it”

he walks in and checks in with the mom, she says they’re all good but stops him before he leaves. “who would i talk to about giving our nurse recognition? she made my life so much easier tonight, not by just taking my baby so i could be with him, but she let me vent and ramble about my life and made me feel like i mattered. even though we are in the emergency room this is the most my mind has been at ease in two weeks, and now she’s taking good care of my baby out there, i think if there is anything i can do that can get her something i want to do it.” jack looks out at where you are, now standing and bouncing with the baby. “i can make sure she’s taken care of, we have some peer recognition systems in place. if you want there are patient satisfaction surveys online at the hospital website as well” he turns back to the mom with a nod. “your results should be in soon. just ring the bell if you need anything.”

results come back in and it is just a bump on the little boys head so you’re getting discharge papers all ready and buckling the little girl back into her car seat for her mom, making sure her hat is on and the blanket is tucked around her so that she doesn’t get a chill when they step out into the brisk early morning. your heading to the room with your hands a bit full so jack stops to grab the car seat out of your hands, and you won’t lie watching him carry that is doing something for you, but you have to keep it professional so you head in with the usual “if any thing changes come back to see us” your turning to the little boy “hey buddy do you want a sticker? i have dinosaurs and trucks. he nods and chooses his sticker. “can my sister have one too?” you smile at him “of course why don’t you pick one for her and keep it safe” the mom stands and gets her crew ready to go. “thank you for taking such good care of us” she grabs your hand and gives it a little squeeze. “it is no problem at all. i hope you can get a bit of sleep tonight.” with that she’s heading out the door heading home.

jack turns to you. “you really have to stop that you know” you look at him confused. “stop what?” he looks down in your eyes. “having all that compassion, you’re making the rest of us look bad. that mom all but handed me your next recognition award when i went in to see her” you blush and grumble a bit “seriously i’m just doing my job” he tucks a strand of hair out of your eyes. “i know you are, but you’re really good at it, just like you were really good with that baby.” he couldn’t not bring it up. you smile a bit shyly at him. “jack abbot do you have baby fever?” he laughs at that. “yes, actually i do. really bad. ever since you agreed to have one it’s all i can think about, shifts over in half an hour, lets see what we can do to break the fever” you smack his chest and roll your eyes. “meet you at the desk in thirty and then you are taking me home, i’ll see what i can do about that fever.”

[mina2000alex]

Punish me (Jack Abbot Smut!)

Summary: Jack punishing his girlfriend after a bad call. Will he always be mean or will he give in?

(Jack being pissed off, fingering, spanking, pussy spanking, breath play, orgasm denial, mention of subdrop and subspace, traffic light safe wording, mention of tears, mention of body hair,

Jack's fingers move expertly over his girlfriend's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. He watches the clock on his wrist, timing each orgasm down to the second. His voice is low and rough as he speaks dirty words into her ear, making sure she hears every filthy command.

she’s three deep already, the skin on her neck blush pink with marks where he nipped at her when she didn’t respond to his question quick enough.

Jack spreads his girlfriend's legs wider, spanking her pussy lightly with his free hand while his fingers work her sensitive clit. He sees the marks on her neck and grins darkly.

Jack leans in close when she whines at the spank, his breath hot against her ear as he whispers, “Shh, baby. You know you deserve that for disobeying me.” His fingers move faster, applying more pressure to her clit. He glances at his watch, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

her thighs are quaking she can barely hold her head up against the wall of the room in the hospital

Jack grabs a handful of her hair, forcing her head back against the wall as his fingers relentlessly rub her clit. He bites down hard on her neck, marking her further as he feels her orgasm building rapidly. “Cum on my fingers, now. Make it four.”

she pants, “I don’t think I can-”

Jack's voice drops to a dangerous level, “I didn't ask if you could.” He spanks her pussy again, harder this time. “I asked you to gimme one more.”

her lips move to protest…her eyes hazy, he’s close to overstimulating and subdrop. But he can’t have her subdrop on shift, They’re still on the clock.

Jack sees the haze in her eyes and the way her body is trembling too much. He knows she's close to subdrop and they can't afford that right now. He suddenly stops his fingers completely, leaving her empty and aching. “Enough. We're done here.”

she whines, her pussy clenches and flutters around his long thick fingers trying to urge him to move em again.

Jack pulls his fingers out slowly, watching as her pussy flutters around nothing. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact with her. “That's enough orgasms for now, sweetheart.”

“I thought you wanted four.. I can give you four” now her tone has changed since he stopped she’s desperate for it again. Unlike her protest.

Jack chuckles darkly at the shift in her tone. "You were ready to pass out two minutes ago. Don't try to manipulate your way into another one." He keeps his voice firm but gentle, knowing she's still in that needy subspace.

“You’re worried about a full drop..?”

Jack nods, his expression softening slightly. "Yes, I am. I can't have you dropping too hard right now when we're still on shift. You know how long it takes for you to come back from that." He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear gently. “Besides...”

she pouts, “am i atleast forgiven?”

not a chance.

He smirks at her pouting lip, knowing she's trying to change the subject from her orgasms. "Not even close, sunshine. You were a bad girl today. think you deserve anything more than what I just gave you?"

she pouts and looks at the tile of the empty exam room, “you don’t forgive me for still doing that risky procedure without your go ahead?”

His expression darkens slightly, but his voice remains soft. "especially not that. We've discussed this. Your stubbornness could've landed you in serious trouble. And don't try to distract me with those pouty lips either." He taps her bottom lip warningly.

“You’re no fun” she grumbles, which is a total bluff but she’s just pouting because she’s not being filled anymore. “I gotta go check on patients…”

Jack watches as she straightens her clothes and runs her hands through her hair, trying to look like she wasn't just almost given four orgasms against the wall. He smirks to himself. He knows she's pouting because he won't give her more orgasms.

He finishes the punishment at home where he can make her whine and cry loud. he is manhandling her, his strong hand holding her chin and throat like she’s a prize dog at a dog show while his hips pummel into her ass as he fucks her sloppy little hole. Even if he’s her boyfriend he can’t give her special treatment at their work. He doesn’t do favorites or special treatment.

Jack has her bent over the bed, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat as he pounds into her from behind. His other hand comes down hard on her ass, leaving a bright red handprint. "You thought you could disobey me and not face consequences, sweetheart?"

she whines and yelps at the spank, “n-no”

He squeezes her throat tighter, his hips slamming into her mercilessly. "Then why did you do it, hmm? Why did you think it was okay to go against my direct order?" He leans down, his breath hot against her ear as he growls the words.

she gasps her eyes flutter and she squeaks when his cock hits perfectly. She can barely form words but she tries, “thought you’d go easy on me”

Jack chuckles darkly, his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm. "Go easy on you? After you pulled that stupid stunt today? You really thought I'd let you get away with that?" He spanks her again, harder this time, making her yelp and clench around him.

she’s wetter by the second if it’s even possible. cum pouring from her like a continuous orgasm.

He feels her getting even wetter, her walls gripping him tightly as she whines and squeaks with each thrust and spank. His hand around her throat starts to gently squeeze and release in time with his hips, cutting off her air briefly before allowing her to gasp. "Answer me,"

“Y-yes”

His anger turns to pure dominance as he realizes how much she loves being punished. He spreads her cheeks wider, going even deeper with each thrust. "You thought I'd be gentle with my naughty girl? That I wouldn't make you pay for disobeying me?" He spanks her again and again.

she yelps, “yellow”

He immediately stops moving, his hand still wrapped around her throat but not squeezing anymore. His cock is still deep inside her, pulsing with the need to keep going. "Yellow means slow down and check in, not stop completely." His voice is firm but gentle compared to his previous tone. "Talk to me." She's panting heavily, her body shaking slightly from the overload of sensations and the brief lack of air.

tears are streaming down her face now. He’s never pushed her like this. It’s overwhelming but in a good way.

Seeing her tears, Jack softens his grip on her throat and gently strokes her cheek with his free hand. He leans down to kiss her shoulder softly, his hips still pressed against her but no longer moving. “Angel, are you okay? Do we need to stop?"

“Just yellow..”

He nods understandingly, slowing down his thrusts to a gentler pace. His hand moves from her throat to her hip, holding her steady as he continues to fuck her slowly. He kisses her neck softly, his voice gentle as he asks, "Too much too soon, princess?"

she nods, “Never been that rough before”

He pulls out slowly, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. He turns her around to face him, cupping her face gently. "I'm sorry if I scared you or pushed too hard. You know I would never actually hurt you." He kisses her softly, "Let's slow down."

“M’Not scared… jus overstimulated”

He smiles softly, gently stroking her hair back from her face. "I know you're not scared, sweetheart. You're just feeling everything..." His hands move to her waist, pulling her closer. "Want me to continue, but slow and sweet now? No more spanking or choking?"

“If you think I deserve it.” she mumbles.

He laughs softly and kisses her forehead. "You deserve it, right now you need cuddles and slow lovemaking, not punishment." He lifts her up and lays back on the bed, pulling her on top of him. "Come here, princess."

she’s sat in riding position now, his hands rest on her hips softly, his eyes meeting hers with pure adoration. "Look at you, so beautiful." He gently adjusts himself beneath her, lining up with her entrance. "Ride me slowly, baby. Just like that." His fingertips trace her sides gently.

she gently sinks back onto his cock, she whines when her achy clit brushes the coarse hair that frame his cock. He’s trimmed down there because he personally hates a jungle down there but not completely silky smooth either. He’s gets that from his military days to trim body hair.

He notices her whine and the slight shift in her expression, understanding the sensation she's feeling. He smiles softly, knowing how sensitive she is down there. "Does that feel good, baby? The little bit of roughness against your clit?" He keeps his hips still, letting her set the pace.

she nods, “no touch” she bumbles out.

He chuckles softly, respecting her request. He keeps his hands on her hips but doesn't touch her anywhere else. He watches as she slowly rocks herself on him, the coarse hair around his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit with each movement. "Fuck, baby..." His eyes roll back slightly.

it’s not a full pump just gentle grinds of her hips. adjusting his cock head to hit her spot that makes her brain melt.

His hands flex on her hips as she finds that perfect grinding spot. He can feel her inner walls fluttering around him with each gentle movement. He bites his lip to hold back his own pleasure, focusing on her and how beautifully she's using him for her own satisfaction. "Right there..."

she nods, “can I keep going?”

"Of course, baby. Keep grinding on me just like that..." His voice is soft and husky with desire as he watches her use him perfectly. One hand moves to trace her thigh, but he stops himself, remembering she doesn't want to be touched elsewhere right now.

“You can touch there just not my button.” she hates saying clit during sex. Feels clunky.

He smiles at her permission, his hand moving to gently stroke her thigh. His thumb brushes against her inner thigh close to her center but doesn't touch her sensitive spot directly. "I won't touch your button right now..." His other hand moves to her waist to help guide her movements slightly.

“Thank you-”

He cuts her off with a soft kiss, his thumb pressing gently against her inner thigh right below where she doesn't want to be touched. He kisses her deeply as she continues to grind on him, his hand on her waist helping her move in a slow, circular motion. "Shh..."

she hums and melts in the kiss her hips jerk softly as the heat rushes through her body, she’s grips tight to his bicep “Jack” she squeaks.

He breaks the kiss to look into her eyes, his thumb pressing a little harder against her inner thigh as her hips jerk. He can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to squeeze him rhythmically. "That's it, baby. Keep grinding on my cock..." His voice is low and encouraging.

“Can I cum?” she’s so used to having to ask with him. even as she uses him for pleasure she’s still asking permission.

His eyes soften at her question, his thumb gently stroking her inner thigh in a soothing motion. "Yes, baby. You can cum. Use my cock to get yourself off." He keeps his voice gentle but firm, encouraging her to let go and take her pleasure from him.

[mina2000alex]

been thinking a lot about abbott or robby finding out that gf!reader bought a ✨toy✨ sometime before they were together (maybe a rabbit vibe or something like that??) but it’s in her closet in the box and never has been opened because she was too nervous to use it or something, and then deciding they have to change that

hi hehe this literally made me go fucking insane teehee trying to be so normal about this um anyway this has not been proofread so hope it's not too insane ok love u thank u for the request nonnie u are sooooo big brain jack abbot x f!reader masterlist literally pure filth below the cut idk what to say u guys

“Babe,” Jack called down the hallway, “Have you seen my army sweatpants?”

It was an unseasonably cold day for late June. Rain came in spurts and fits, making soothing sounds against the window panes. They had had a slow Saturday morning, original plans to go the Farmer’s Market cancelled and replaced with coffee in bed and playing round after round of Street Fighter on your Switch (Jack could not accept defeat even when it became clear he would never fucking beat you) until close to noon.

Now you were in the kitchen starting a soup for dinner. He could just barely hear the rhythmic sounds of the knife against the cutting board and one of your playlists playing quietly in the background.

“I may have stolen them,” You called back, “Did you check my closet?”

He chuckled to himself, “No. Why would I check your closet for my clothes?”

“I think I put them on the top shelf!” You called, ignoring his snide comment.

He shook his head, a smirk on his face, as he went to search your closet. You were always stealing his clothes. It was difficult to be annoyed about it though, because he loved seeing you in them.

He spotted them almost immediately, in the corner on the shelf as you said. But as he pulled on them, a box fell down with them.

Jack bent to pick it up— And frowned when he saw what it was. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face. A vibrator. It was a shape he recognized, a rabbit, with a large shaft for penetration and a smaller one for clitoral stimulation. And by the looks of it, it was unopened.

“Hey, did you find—?“ You were still drying your hands on a dish towel when you stopped in the doorway of your closet.

Jack slowly looked up from the box, smirking at you as he did, turning it so you could see the picture on the cover, “What’s this?”

Immediately you were blushing, “Um, I just… I—I bought it when I was single and… and then we started dating and I didn’t…” You swallowed, noting that he seemed endlessly amused by how flustered you were, “I didn’t have need for it. Once we started dating.”

He looked at the box and then back to you, still smiling, “You didn’t even open it?”

You shrugged, “As I said, I didn’t have need for it.”

“But you kept it.”

You opened your mouth— Then closed it. Finally, you shrugged, “I don’t know. I was curious.”

“Well, we should open it then.”

If you were red before, your face became an inferno now as you snatched the box from his hands, “I don’t think that’s necessary,” You began to walk past him into the closet to put it away, but Jack lightly grabbed your arm as you tried to move past him.

“Look, I… I won’t force you, obviously, but… There’s no need to be so shy with me, you know?” He gently took your chin in his fingers and turned your head so you were looking at him, “I think it’s really hot.”

Finally, you managed a small smile, “Yeah?”

He nodded, “Did you finish the soup?”

You blinked at the sudden change of subject, “Uh, yeah. It has to simmer for a few hours.”

“Good,” He looked back down at the box in your hands, “How many orgasms do you think you can take before you’re begging me to stop?”

He watched your throat bob as your breathing hitched, “I guess we’ll find out?” You said, voice high and breathy.

He looked up at you, inhaling slowly as he did, and you watched his hazel eyes dilate with desire in real time.

“Why don’t you strip and get on the bed?” He said softly and pulled the box from your grasp.

You did as you were told, heat already stirring between your legs as you watched Jack get everything ready. Hyper focused as he tears open the box and begins pacing around your bedroom, grabbing a towel, grabbing lube, washing the new vibrator with soap and warm water.

He laid out a towel over the bed sheets and lightly pat it with his hand in silent invitation. Heart pounding, you laid down against the pillows, on top of the towel.

Jack seemed calm on the outside, but inside he was freaking the fuck out, looking at you sprawled naked on that towel, just waiting for him to touch you. Crawling over you, he placed a kiss on your forehead, “You’re okay?” He asked quietly.

Because he felt fucking feral, holding that vibrator in his hand, mind racing thinking of all the ways he could fucking torture you and pull orgasm after orgasm until there were tears streaming down your cheeks. But one word from you and he would put it away and act like he wasn’t phased at all. Delegate it to just a fantasy to have in his mind and never to hold.

But you looked up at him with those big puppy eyes of yours and nodded and he swore he would come apart right there. He kissed you slow and tenderly, knotting a hand in the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling just enough that you gasped. He was addicted to the sounds you made whenever he touched you, the breathy sighs and the moans. Even the sleepy mewls you made still in sleep when he slipped into bed after a long shift.

Now, though, he wanted you a whimpering mess. Still kissing you, he pressed his thumb down on the vibrator, turning it on to its lowest setting.

Pulling away from you just a bit, he lightly pressed the vibrator to one of your nipples and was rewarded with another sigh as the bud pebbled. When he moved the vibrator to your other nipple, he leaned down to suck the other into his mouth, swirling it around his tongue. Already, already you were moaning so goddamn obscenely, he could feel his cock heavy and full in his briefs.

“Oh, f-fuck,” You stammered, arching your back. Underneath him, he felt your hips keen up, searching for pressure and friction wherever you could find it, “Jack, please.”

He laughed, “Sweetheart, it’s been like, thirty seconds.” He murmured into your neck, kissing and biting as he let the vibrator continue to assault your nipples, “You’re already that needy for me?”

Reaching a hand between your thighs, he was pleasantly surprised to find you absolutely dripping, “Jesus fucking Christ,” He swore under his breath, allowing his finger to sink into you once, twice— and then he pulled it out completely, ignoring the desperate sounds of your whines as he sucked your juices clean off his finger. He made sure you were looking at him as he did so, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You were positively pouting, lower lip pushed out as you continued to try and push your hips up and into him, but he pulled away again. “Alright, alright. Let’s see how you take it, then.”

Still on the lowest setting, he slowly dragged the vibrator up your inner thigh. He wanted you to get a feel for what it felt like, not wanting to overstimulate you too quickly. His eyes were locked on your face every second, still searching to make sure you still wanted this.

Your lust laden eyelids were drooping, but still locked on his. He watched the erratic rise and fall of your chest as he came closer and closer to your center. When the vibrator reached your outer lips, he spent some time circling them and could already see tears accumulating at the corners of your eyes. A pool of your juices had already begun collecting on the towel below you.

As soon as it caught his eye, his cock twitched. There was a dampness pooling in his own pants, but he could wait. There was something about the fact that you were so fucking undone with how little he and the vibrator had touched you that made him feel clinically crazy.

And he knew he wanted the vibrator to do the job, that’s why they were here, but he couldn’t just fucking watch you drip like this and do nothing about it. He needed to fucking taste you or he would lose his goddamn mind.

His tongue was deep inside you so quickly you cried out, a hand blindly reaching to knot itself in his salt and pepper curls. With the free hand that wasn’t wrapped around your thigh, he pressed the vibrator to your clit, and immediately, you’re coming. The vibrator was so much more stimulation than you were used to, that tears are already streaming down your cheeks as you come down.

Jack sat up, chin slick and shiny from you and reached a thumb to swipe away some of the tears on your cheek, “You wanna keep going?” He asked.

You nod, breathless, “Yes.”

He smirked as he grabbed the bottle of lube. He wasn’t sure that you’d need it, given how fucking soaked you were now with both his saliva and your own come, but just in case, he coated the shaft of the vibrator. It was not as thick or as long as he was, so he imagined you would take it just fine. But even the thought of hurting you unintentionally made him want to tear the world apart. So he’d stretch you slowly, watch you carefully for any discomfort.

When he met you, you had a hard time saying no. Not just to him, to anyone. He had tried to build your confidence, assure you that there was nothing you could say or do that would make him love you any less. And that anyone who couldn’t respect a boundary didn’t deserve your love and respect anyway. It was working, slowly, he thought. But there were still times you faltered when he could tell you wanted to say no. He had become an expert on it, the way your lips twisted to the side, or you avoided eye contact, or frowned just slightly when you said “yes,” but were really thinking “no.”

And so he watched you now as he lined the vibrator up with your entrance and added slow, constant pressure.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He cooed and you whined at the praise, “Tell me what you want, use your words.”

You rutted your hips up, “Please, Jack, more. Need more.”

Your cheeks were still damp from your last orgasm and your forehead slicked with sweat. You were so fucking gorgeous, he thought he might have a stroke just looking at you. And it would be worth it. He pushed the vibrator in, more and more until you were full and eyes rolling back into your head with pleasure. After he had thrusted it in and out a couple of times, he turned the vibrator up to a higher setting and you immediately burst out in sobs.

Jack stilled for a moment, “Should I stop?” He asked, almost panicked, his hand began to pull out—

But your hand grabbed his wrist, pulled it back flush against you as your hips began grinding against it again, “P-Please.” You begged again, a fucking pathetic mess.

He swallowed, hard, and kept thrusting the vibrator in and out of you.

“Jack,” You moaned after a few moments of this, “Jack, baby, want you to touch yourself. Could you do that for me?”

Jesus fucking Christ. He was going to die here. You were going to fucking kill him, he was sure of it. Nodding silently, to stunned to say anything else, he pulled his full cock out of his briefs, hissing as he stroked it once in time with the way he thrust the rabbit in and out of you. He ran a thumb over the pre cum that dripped out of his slit, slicking it over his head and couldn’t stifle the moan that came out.

“Oh, that’s so good,” You moaned, “So hot, Jack, keep going. Want you to come with me, please, could you?”

He’d never seen you like this. The toy had seemed to unlock something in you. Normally so obedient and looking to be told what to do in bed. But now, now you seemed confident enough to ask what you wanted. Tell him what to do to get you off. And it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his fucking life. He would do whatever the fuck you wanted, if you asked for it like this. So sweet and gorgeous as you were on the edge of coming undone again.

He turned the second, smaller shaft on and pressed it to your clit as he sped up the thrusts of both the vibrator and the hand that fisted his cock. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand on his cock, tongue darting out to wet your lips, pure desire lighting up your whole face as you stared at him jerking off in front of you. And it was too fucking much, watching you watch him like that, getting off on him touching himself.

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned and hot white ropes of come were shooting out onto your pussy, covering his hand that was still managing to keep thrusting the vibrator in and out of you. You came only seconds later, still crying and legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to come down.

Both of you breathing hard, he gently pulled the toy out of you and wiped it against the towel that was under you. He laid down next to you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he did so.

You rested your sweaty head against his shoulder and the both of you sat in silence for a few moments.

Then, you turned your head slightly to look at him, “Again?” You asked, unable to hide the eagerness in your voice.

He laughed then, short and loud, “Fuck me,” He groaned, but sat up anyway, “Again.” He agreed.

You were definitely going to fucking kill him.

[mina2000alex]

Thinking about Robby.

He’s so big, in every sense of the word. And it’s a problem when he’s fucking you.

You can’t handle his full length because his cock is pressing your cervix before he’s bottomed out, and it makes your blood pressure drop. So, he keeps a fist around the base of his cock while he fucks your pussy as a safeguard.

But when he fucks your ass? He doesn’t hold back. He’s bucking his hips like a wild animal, scratching and clawing your ass cheeks. He can lose control with no remorse. After he’s stretched you out, you’re pliable to his will, and he can fuck you deep like he wants to.

[mina2000alex]

When people graffiti on buildings: Yes! Ha ha! Fuck yes!

When people graffiti on rockfaces and cliffsides on hiking trails: What the absolute fuck.

[mina2000alex]

boy autism vs girl autism but it’s just house and bones

[mina2000alex]

and Robby’s flashback (it’s longer cause of fucking course it is I literally cannot help it. we’ll get back to jack in the next installment promise)

plan-b masterlist

Robby gets used to your help in the EC when you’re an eager 4th year med student.

Amazed no matter the procedure, you are more than ready to jump in and help wherever and however you can. Robby can ask you to tend to a fucking bowel obstruction and you’ll nod with a little, “yes, sir!” before literally skipping away to whatever exam room the patient is in.

At first it seems a little much, but he isn’t about to complain about having a little optimism in his department.

Then, as the weeks pass, Robby starts getting worried, waiting for the burnout to set in.

Because it’s an inevitability and—fucking foolish as it is—he’s kinda started to rely on you for certain things, whether it’s getting his coffee order right or keeping pressure on a gushing wound.

Unwise. Especially considering you’ll be leaving PTMC to start your residency sooner rather than later.

He mourns the loss when the time comes, even gets a little snappy the first couple weeks without you, ‘cause you really did make his life so much fucking easier which is highly uncommon for med students. They typically just get in the way.

So, when you walk in with the new class of residents and grin like you’re elated to see him, Robby actually says, “oh, thank fucking god,” out loud for everyone to hear.

He isn’t the only one happy to have you back. Dana gives you a tight hug, McKay nearly trips when she dashes over to you, and when Garcia has to come down for a consult, she pinches your cheek like a big sister would.

Robby has to wait six hours before he can get your attention and motion to the ambulance bay, jerking his head as subtly as possible for you to follow him. You do, because you always do, and as soon as he turns the corner and is out of direct view to anyone who steps out through the doors, you launch yourself at him.

“Jesus Chri—” he grunts at the impact but doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you like you’ve wrapped yours around his neck.

“I am so glad PTMC wanted me back.”

Robby chuckles, “you wanted to come back?”

The way you hum, “mhmm, first choice,” directly into his neck reminds him to let go, and the goosebumps remind him to step back.

Robby lets out a disbelieving ‘tch’ while trying to rub away the feeling of your breath on his skin, “masochist.”

“So what if I am? Don’t tell me you didn’t miss me at least a little bit.”

You poke the tip of your tongue between your front teeth, and Robby feels his cheeks heat.

Did that happen when you were here before? Fuck, is he getting flustered?

Still, he easily admits, “every fuckin’ day,” and your eyebrows shoot up like you weren’t expecting it. “Pretty rare that I have someone who jumps at the chance to help with an enema.”

“A learning opportunity is a learning opportunity.”

“If that kinda thinking is what gets you through it, then sure, keep it up.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll try for your sake,” and Robby finds he doesn’t hate the petulance as much as he usually does.

He doesn’t hate it at all, actually, and no, no, no, don’t fucking do this, he scolds his own brain.

“Hey, while I’ve got you here I need you to do me a favor,” you segue.

Robby cocks his head in response.

“I need you to treat me the same as the other residents. They know I was here last year, but like, they don’t—… just no special treatment, promise?”

Robby’s never been the type, so he really shouldn’t have any issue.

‘Shouldn’t’ being the keyword.

Making your way back to the sliding doors, he squeezes the back of your neck in a completely friendly, mostly professional way, amused by the way you hiss and giggle and raise your shoulders up to your ears.

“I’ll try for your sake,” he mimics then drops his hand just before walking back into the EC.

By week three, everyone in the department—residents, nurses, housekeeping—are well aware that you’re his favorite.

[mina2000alex]

flashback-ish?

plan-b masterlist

Jack is oddly excited to have you on nights for a while. Everyone seems to talk about you, and it has him curious. Interested. ‘Cause what’s that all about?

Kind, according to a med student, and eager, so says a nurse.

What really has Jack’s attention, though, is the first year resident who claims that you’re, “Dr. Robby’s favorite,” and the gaggle of young doctors who agree.

They’re not wrong. About any of it. You are kind and helpful and eager, and Jack has seen the way his best friend smiles at you during shift change, all fond and a little relieved, like he wasn’t sure you’d make it through another night.

Jack thought it was strange at first, that Robby would get so attached to a resident, but after a week of you working his shift, Jack understands, finds himself getting pulled into your orbit just like his friend had.

And, you don’t even know it. You don’t have any idea how fucking magnetic you are, how being around you is so…

Jack can’t even explain it.

But—

“You got feelings for Robby?”

It wasn’t hard to piece it together. Robby smiles at you, but you fucking beam at him, may as well have little hearts dancing in your eyes.

So, the fact that Jack’s question is met with silence does not surprise him.

Actually, Jack understands why you stay silent.

He’s known for a long time now that Robby is… well, he’s a good fucking guy.

Smarter and stronger than he thinks and one of the most compassionate people Jack’s ever met.

Robby tries to hide it, that part of himself. It’s why he’s so fucking hard on Mohan; Robby sees so much of himself in her, and he knows better than anyone that possessing the kind of compassion that both of them do will only make this job harder.

On multiple occasions, Robby’s experienced that devastating burnout that only healthcare workers can, and every time he does, Jack has to remind him—beg him—“don’t turn it off, brother. Stay human. One of us has to.”

So yeah, Robby is a special kind of person.

He’s special to Jack.

In what ways, Jack isn’t exactly sure, and he’s honestly a little afraid to really dive too deep into it. He’s got a faint idea of what he might find lurking within his ribcage, and he’s just not ready to unpack it.

You see that light, though, the glow that Robby exudes. Jack can tell, can feel it. You’re more than attracted to his friend, you’re devoted to him.

Jack appreciates that—knowing that there’s one more person who has Robby’s back, that if Jack’s not there to talk him off the ledge, you will be.

He loves you for it, for the kind of comfort only you can bring him, the stillness, the calm, the safety… it’s unmatched.

But, now everything is all twisted up and convoluted, each new complication stacking on top of the last like sedimentary rock. Limestone, sandstone, and shale all together under pressure, building up over time.

The grand canyon in the form of three people.

And, Robby is the Colorado river, carving through each layer of rock as he pushes both you and Jack away from him.

[mina2000alex]

aaand another for the plan b-verse. I don’t know why I’m so caught up on this but I am. fuck do i need a masterlist for this?

plan- b masterlist

“So, Jack is, what, your plan B or something?”

Robby didn’t intend for it to be a fucking pun, but it makes your mouth tick up as if it had been.

“No, he’s not my plan B. I’m not that terrible, am I?”

Of course you’re not.

But, Robby really is so confused about why you’d be with Jack if you had feelings for…

For him. You had them—you felt something for him. And, he hadn’t even noticed? With all the time Robby’s spent watching you, studying you, filing away little bits and pieces of information that you’ve offered up, and he didn’t know you had feelings for him.

Just like you hadn’t noticed that he had any for you.

Too late now, Robby thinks. Even if you die, even if you still do, he’d die before betraying his best friend. No matter how much he wants you, Robby wouldn’t dare to even touch you now.

“He was the first to figure it out, ya’ know,” you tell him, and you still haven’t moved from your place on the wall. “Put it together, like, my second week of nights.”

Robby only lifts an eyebrow, curious but he doesn’t trust himself to talk right now, not when he sounds so goddamn scathing.

Smiling to yourself, you finally break away from those brown eyes to stare at your shoes instead.

“He asked why I was moping, then saw through whatever shitty excuse I came up with.”

‘You miss day shift and your hardass senior attending?’

You remember Jack’s chuckle and then the way he cocked his head when you didn’t respond right away.

Something in your facial expression must have tipped him off, because he spent the next few shifts needling, bringing Robby up in conversation way too often to be casual, and after watching you get all fidgety and nervous every single time, Jack finally came out and asked point blank, “you got feelings for Robby?”

“Weird as it sounds, that’s what sort of led to us getting together,” you confess now, unable to place the feeling that’s bloomed in your chest.

Because you have strong feelings for Jack. Neither of you have dropped the ‘L’ word yet, but oh, he makes you dizzy, the way he looks at you, smiles at you, how you make him smile, how you never want him to stop.

You want to make him happy. At all times. Because he deserves it and because you love it when he is.

You are so enamored with him, so fucking besotted, it’s embarrassing.

But, Robby… you’ve worshiped the ground he walks on for years, and even though you’ve never been able to call him yours, he’s still found a way to break your heart.

“So happy I could play fucking matchmaker for you,” he spits, venom seeping between every piece of gravel in his voice.

Robby’s knuckles are white around the back of his neck as he walks to the sliding doors without another word.

You blink back the tears burning your eyes then do the same.

[mina2000alex]

Still thinking heavily about this plan b ask (don’t worry this does not turn into a cheating thing. in my brain anyway)

plan b masterlist

Jack is floored when Robby completely brushes him off when he tries to talk to him.

“It’s fine. I don’t care. Just try not to knock her up,” Robby waves a hand, “I really can’t afford for her to go on maternity leave.”

“Robby, man, c’mon—”

“I’ve got shit to do,” he says, pushing himself off the counter. He turns around, hands in his pockets, and walks away from Jack.

You can tell that Jack is not happy with how the conversation went (how it didn’t), and you’re kind of really upset about it too. Losing Robby’s… ‘friendship’ isn’t the right word, but you’re more than acquaintances. Sometimes you think you’re even more than colleagues.

Because you’ve learned from him and laughed with him and he’s built you up when you’ve fallen down. There have even been some… tender moments. Times when you were caught off guard by his kindness and how gentle he can be.

You don’t want to lose any of that, and you definitely don’t want Jack to lose his best friend. Over you.

It seems like you’re gonna have to handle this yourself. Whatever this is. What are you even trying to convince Robby of?

Why is he even upset?

You find him posted up just off the side of the ambulance bay, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between two fingers.

“Thought you quit a while ago,” is how you greet him.

Robby looks over at you and chuckles quietly, “what can I say? I’ve been stressed.”

“Over what?”

You’re getting closer. Slowly. Robby has half a mind to move away, especially when you lean against the bricks right beside him.

But, he doesn’t. Just shrugs his shoulders and takes a drag. “We work in a fucking trauma center. What’s not to stress over?”

You hum, staring forward, and Robby chances a glance at you.

It hurts more than it should—you being with Jack. Jack being with you. Makes Robby feel like he’s being abandoned by two of his favorite people, which is a stupid and juvenile thought, but still, it plagues him.

“What are you really upset about, Robby?”

Your voice is quiet, eyes still straight ahead, and it actually makes him smile because it’s fucking ridiculous that you know him well enough to push him. That he’s let you get to know him well enough. His favorite little resident.

It’s fucking bullshit, and he knows it, but you somehow don’t. You’ve learned many things about Robby but not this—not how he feels about you.

“Just don’t want you getting distracted is all.”

Not a lie, but really the least of his worries. You’re too good to get distracted.

“You’re not talking to Jack because you’re afraid I’m gonna get distracted? That sounds like an issue you should have with me, not him.”

“Jack,” he grins sardonically, dropping his cigarette and grating his sneaker over it before taking a few steps away from you. “Didn’t even know you were on a first name basis, let alone fucking him.”

He sounds bitter, and he knows it. Too bitter. Not even bothering to play it close to the chest now.

“Jesus, why does it bother you? How does it even have anything to do with y—”

“Cause it was supposed to be me!” he cuts you off, too loud, the words scratching the inside of his throat.

And, he feels like his life is some pathetic drama, like he’s this heartbroken physician pining after a younger girl he shouldn’t be, which isn’t untrue and that sort of makes it worse.

“I just figured if you were gonna risk your reputation,” because that’s what you’re doing, in all honesty, “then you’d be risking it for—”

Now you cut him off, “for you?”

Robby runs his hands down the short hairs at the back of his head, looks up at the overcast sky and laughs again.

This is so fucking stupid.

Then, it comes out of your mouth: “I thought so too,” and Robby goes completely still.

You’re staring at him from the brick wall but a little more curled in on yourself than you were a minute ago.

“What?” he asks cause he needs you to explain before he assumes anyfuckingthing.

You shrug your shoulders, blinking but not ever breaking your eyes where they’re locked with his.

“I thought if I was gonna go for it—sleeping with or dating an attending, it would’ve been you. I wanted it to be you.” You smile, a little sheepish, a little sad. “You just didn’t notice.”

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