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Unusual Little Family - Pope x Lena's Godmother!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: mention of death, injuries, mention of what the Cody's do? (I think that's all but let me know if I miss anything)

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Everything with the Cody family was chaos right now. With Smurf in jail, Baz’s death, Craig running off to Mexico, Daren busy with the bar, and J dealing with all of Smurf’s estate by himself, it was all men for themselves. Pope had been busy taking care of Lena since Baz’s death, trying to be a stable figure for her during this hard time. Things with that seemed to be going as well as they could be to Pope’s standards, until they weren’t. Lena was at school when Pope got the call from DCFS. His heart sank as soon as that call came through, mind immediately running to them wanting to take Lena and put her in foster care, wanting to take Lena away from him. Somehow the call was almost worse. They told him that apparently a contract was found showing that someone else had been assigned legal guardian of Lena if something ever happened to Baz and Cath. Pope didn’t know what to feel in that moment. All he knew was that his hands were shaking, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he was pissed at Baz.

Why would he never tell him this? They were brothers, and he never told him that someone else was assigned Lena’s godparent. Someone he didn’t even know on top of it. The people on the phone said it was someone named Y/F/N Y/L/N. He’d never heard of her before and he didn’t like it, didn’t trust it. How could he be expected to hand Lena over to someone he didn’t know, didn’t vet himself to make sure she would be safe with them. Especially right now, he needed to make sure Lena was safe. His mind kept running to the fact that the person who killed Baz could possibly be after Lena too and if she wasn’t in his care how could he be expected to keep her safe. He promised them he’d keep her safe, take care of her. The DCFS agents on the phone asked that he come and meet them at the DCFS office after he picked up Lena from school and they could discuss everything and that this person who was assigned as Lena’s god parent would be there too.

The time came for Pope to pick up Lena from school as normal, his black truck parked on the edge of the street waiting for her to come out. He felt his stomach churning as it got closer and closer for when they needed to go to the DCFS office. Lena got into the backseat of the truck, a smile on her face as she tossed her bag into the seat next to her and buckled herself up in her booster seat. Pope looked at her in the rear view mirror before turning around and talking to her. “So we have to stop somewhere before we can go home…” He said in his typical monotone voice. Lena looked at him with a confused look before he continued. “We have to stop at DCFS.” He said, his lips forming into a slight frown. Lena’s face filled with concern. “They’re not going to take me away are they?” She says nervously, her voice wavering. Pope shakes his head quickly. “No, I'd never let them do that. We just had to go there and get some stuff set straight. It’ll all be okay. Promise.” He said seriously, leaning down slightly to look at the little girl in her big brown eyes.

They arrived at the DCFS office shortly after, sitting in the parking lot for a moment before going in, Pope needing to take a deep breath and calm down before going in. He knew he needed to be calm and collected for this. He couldn’t give them any reason to think he was unfit to take care of Lena. He already had his criminal record against him, he didn’t need anything else making it worse. They get out of his truck and walk into the building, seeing a group of people once they get inside who he assumes are who they are there to see. His attention is pulled away when he hears Lena’s voice. “Aunt Y/N!” She yells in excitement before running up to one of the figures, Pope’s face twisting in confusion as he watches.

When you got the news that Baz had died you knew you needed to get a hold of the police and DCFS. You had met Cath almost 8 years ago, a few years before Lena was born. You two met when you started going to the bar she worked at regularly after work as a way to destress, quickly becoming friends. Cath and Baz had just gotten married when you met her. She introduced you to Baz shortly after when you started hanging out outside of the bar. You and Baz were friends but mainly because of Cath and you weren’t close either. When they got pregnant with Lena one of the first things they discussed was what to do in the case something happened to both of them. Baz suggested Smurf and his brothers as the next in line for guardianship of their child but Cath was quick to shut that down. Cath had never trusted Baz’s family, especially given their line of work and she didn’t want their child left with them when she couldn’t keep track of what was happening. She didn’t want their child involved in their line of work and in danger. So after a lot more talking they landed on you. They both agreed you’d be a good fit as a godparent since you had a stable life, stable income, and were safe. When they asked you if you’d be willing to be the godparent of their child you were over the moon, it was a huge honor and of course you said yes. This led to the three of you making a contact and singing it and giving it to a lawyer for safe keeping and as witness. The three of you made sure it was lawyer Baz’s family didn’t know about and had no connections to so they couldn’t try and change anything.

Ever since Cath gave birth to Lena you were involved in her life. You frequently stopped by their house to see her, babysat when needed, etc. You were a present and loving aunt to the little girl. Baz and Cath made sure you and his family didn’t cross paths though and that you were never mentioned to them. When Cath disappeared you were devastated, not wanting to believe she would up and leave without her daughter or saying goodbye. As time went on you came more and more around to the idea that maybe she did leave, maybe you didn’t know her as well as you thought. All of this was pushed away in order to help Baz and support Lena the best you can when you weren’t working. When you got news of Baz’s death you were heartbroken, not only over Baz but for Lena.

At the news you quickly got a hold of the lawyer the three of you had talked to 6 years ago and discussed the process you needed to go through to get guardianship of Lena and make everything as easy of a transition as possible. This led to today where you stood in the DCFS office with two agents waiting for Lena and Baz’s brother Andrew, who everyone called Pope. You were talking casually with the DCFS agents in front of you when your attention was pulled away by Lena’s voice yelling your name. You turn towards her voice with a smile, bending down with your arms open as she runs to you, her little body slamming into yours. You dramatically groan at her impact. “You’re getting too big bug, before you know it I won’t be able to pick you up like this anymore and you’ll be as big as me.” You tease her with a smile, picking her up easily and holding her on your hip.

Pope watched as Lena ran to who he could only assume was Y/N, running into the woman’s arms. He listened as you talked to Lena, a warm smile on your face as you picked her up, settling her on your hip easily, almost as if it was second nature. Pope kept his face flat as he approached, nodding in greeting to both you and the DCFS agents. “Everyone ready to talk? We have a little play area over here Lena can play in while we talk.” One of the agents says, pointing to a little play area in the corner. Pope nods before the four of you go sit at a table together a little ways away. “So what are we doing here?” Pope says, his voice flat and slightly annoyed. “So as I mentioned on the phone, Baz and Cathrine had a contract in place stating who Lena would go to in case something ever happened to both of them. And unfortunately that has happened now with Baz’s passing. This is Y/F/N Y/L/N, she is who was listed as Lena’s godparent and who should take guardianship of Lena in the case they can’t.” The agent said, gesturing to the woman at the table with them.

You offer Pope a small smile and wave as his intense gaze looks at you. “I’m assuming you’re Andrew? Or ‘Uncle Pope’ as I’ve heard Lena call you before.” You say with a smile, not wavering under Pope’s intense and slightly angry stare. The DCFS workers look nervously between the two of you before starting the conversation. “So why we asked everyone to be here today is to discuss Lena’s guardianship now that both of her parents are out of the picture. We know she’s been staying with the Cody family but it’s been brought to our attention that there is a document stating the Ms. Y/L/N is to be the guardian in the case both of her parents can’t.” One of the agents states. The whole time the agent is speaking, Pope’s eyes never leave you, his intense gaze scrutinizing every bit of you, trying to decipher this whole situation, figure out why he never knew about you, who you are, why you got custody of Lena over him, etc. A billion thoughts were rushing through his head.

“How’d you even know Baz and Cath? I’ve never heard about you.” Pope says, his voice rough. You look at him with a slow nod. “I met Cath about 8 years ago when I started going to the bar she worked at after work, becoming a regular and becoming friends from there. I met her when she and Baz had just gotten married. I met Baz a little while later when we started hanging out outside of the bar. When they got pregnant with Lena a couple years later they decided they wanted me to be the godparent because I have a stable life, a stable job, etc. and I’m assuming you know how Cath felt about Smurf and stuff…” You explain, trying to put it as lightly as possible, knowing this whole situation was hard on everyone involved. You could see on Pope’s face that he cares about Lena a lot and you never wanted to take that away from him. “I don’t want to take Lena away from you guys, I want her to have a relationship with her family…I’m just trying to do what they wanted…�� You explain softly, sadness seeping in the edge of your words.

Pope lets out a sigh as he listens to your words, knowing that you were right. He knew how Cath felt about their family, about their work. He knew how she felt about Smurf and how she never trusted her. Hell, he even agreed with them. “Lena said she wants to stay at her house still…she likes the way she can hear the ocean from her room…” Pope explains, his voice softer than before. You nod in response to his words. “Is that where you two are staying now?” You ask, getting a nod from Pope in response. “I don’t want to move her if that’s where she wants to stay. I’m happy to move in there if it’s okay with everyone. I don’t want to make you leave either, I know their house has a guest bedroom. One of us can each have a room, do a whole co-guardian thing?” You offer a small smile on your face, hoping to ease the tension of the situation. “I’m an ER doctor, I work 10-12 hour shifts a lot of the time…meaning I will need help sometimes, especially when it comes to getting her from school and stuff since I don’t get off until 6. How does this all sound? We both stay with Lena and both take care of her, figuring out a routine as we go?” You nervously offer.

Pope thinks for a moment before nodding. “I just want what’s best for her…and from what I hear she likes being around you a lot.” You say, smiling at him. Pope couldn’t help the way the corner of his lips turned up at your compliment. You guys called Lena back over, explaining the situation to her, telling her house both Aunt Y/N and Uncle Pope were going to live with her now and help take care of her. She was happy about the situation since the two of you were already some of her favorite people, now she gets to be around you both all the time.

Months went by and things between you, Pope, and Lena got easier. Shortly after the initial meeting between the two of you and DCFS you moved into Baz’s old house with Pope and Lena. As time went on the three of you made your own routine, as abnormal as it could be sometimes. Most days you got up early for work, making breakfast for the three of you and getting Lena’s bag ready for school before you get to hang out with them for a little while you all eat before you had to leave for work. Pope handled taking Lena to school and picking her up since you would still be at work most days since your shifts were usually from 7am-6 pm and 7 days on 7 days off. The three of you would all eat dinner together after you got off of work unless Pope had stuff to handle for jobs with his brothers. Those days you and Lena made it a girls night and ordered in food and watched a movie and stuff. You guys also made an effort to have dinner over at the Cody estate once a week with the rest of his brothers and his nephew. Pope really made this a thing. He wanted Lena to have a relationship with the rest of her family now that her parents are gone.

Lena still struggled but that was expected. She had nightmares a lot, ending up awake half the night with Pope due to his similar sleep schedule. She also ended up dealing with some bullies at school but you and Pope nipped that in the butt quickly, letting her pick a new private school to go to instead. She seemed to enjoy it thus far, making new friends slowly. She was doing better every day. She was doing great in her classes, stayed up on her homework, she even started dance classes again at your encouragement. You and Pope were there for every recital, beaming with pride and joy, giving her multiple bouquets of flowers after, cheering the loudest at the end.

You both just wanted the best for Lena. That was all you two had in common at first but over time things changed. The energy between you two shifted from two people who were forced to be around each other for the sake of Lena to somewhat friends, even joking and laughing with each other when she wasn’t around. You two often spent nights on the couch watching one of his nature documentaries with a glass of some kind of alcohol, chatting quietly till one of you decided to go to bed. Over time the air between you changed more, feelings shifted from platonic to a little more than that. It scared you and you originally decided you would never mention it, burying it deep down inside you. You didn’t want to ruin this good thing you had between you, not only for your sake but Lena’s as well.

When Pope realized he was starting to gain feelings from you it terrified him. The day he realized it he spent half the day pacing the house trying to push it down, forcing himself not to feel it. He was terrified that it would end up the same as it did every other time in his life, either losing the girl to someone else or the whole thing crashing and burning because of his past, because of the darkness in him that terrified even himself. He knew you knew about his family’s work and what they did and the things he’s done that he’s admitted to you on some of those nights you spent on the couch together but it still terrified him. He wanted to believe you were different, that you wouldn’t run away from him like everyone else had, like he could be something other than the monster he was created to be in order to be deserving of your love but he couldn’t. His own insecurities and the thoughts that Smurf and others had put into his head over the years slowly drowned out any hope he had in his heart.

Despite the way you both pushed down your mutual feelings for the other without their knowledge the energy between you two just got tenser and tenser, feeling like a rubber band that was bound to snap. It all came to a head one night when Pope came home from a job pretty roughed up. It was late and Lena had long gone to bed but you sat awake on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand as you waited for him to get home, knowing you couldn’t rest peacefully until you knew he was safe. As soon as he came in the door, clutching his side, his arms and face littered with forming bruises and small cuts, you quickly jumped up from your place on the couch. You grabbed your medical bag you kept at home under the sink before walking back to Pope in the living room quickly. You guided him into the bathroom, urging him to sit on the counter. The feeling of your hand on his as you guided him to the bathroom set every cell in his body ablaze, wanting so desperately to grab you and hold you close, show you how much you meant to him.

Pope watched in silence as you carefully cleaned his wounds and stitched up his side, his voice hitching at the sting of the needle breaking his skin. When you moved up to his face to stitch the cut across his forehead he couldn’t help but watch you carefully, admiring the concentrated look on your face, trying not to smile slightly when he saw the way you bit your lip in concentration as you stitched him carefully. Once you were done you set the needle down, taking off your gloves before moving your gaze back to him, your eyes soft with an emotion he couldn’t quite read, with something he could almost call love. You brought your gentle hands up to his face, brushing one of his auburn curls out of his face from where it stuck to his head from sweat and blood. Your gentle touch was an unusual feeling for him, a type of care he’d never experienced before, a type of care with no ulterior motive, just love. It almost made his body recoil in fear of the unknown but he willed his body to stay still, enjoy the fleeting feeling while it lasted, closing his eyes in content as you brushed his hair out of his face.

You admired his face as he closed his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his body relaxing against your touch. When he opened his eyes again he was met with your soft gaze. You had decided to throw your own fears out, feeling the need to show him how much you care about him, how much you love him, how much he deserved to be loved, to be loved gently. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments, an unspoken conversation almost happening between the two of you. Then you took the initiative, leaning in slightly, bringing a gentle hand to his cheek before pressing your lips to his tentatively, giving him the chance to back out, to pull away. He didn’t though, rather than pulling away he sank into your touch, letting out a sigh against your lips before moving his own against yours. The two of you sat like that for a few moments, lips slowly, nervously moving against each other. It was clumsy and awkward but neither of you cared, it fit the two of you. You both just enjoyed the feeling of each other, putting in every unspoken word into the kiss between the two of you.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you slightly breathless, lips swollen and a deep pink Pope was the one to speak first. “What happens now?” He whispers into the space between the two of you, scared to say it any louder, worried it would shatter this fragile thing between you two. “I don’t know but that can wait until tomorrow…we both need some rest…” You answer quietly, guiding him to the living room again. He let you guide him, following your figure. He thought in that moment that he’d let you guide him anywhere, that he would follow you anywhere, across every inch of the Earth if it meant he could be in your presence even if just for a moment.

The two of you sat down on the couch, you grabbing the remote and turning on one of his documentaries, knowing it helped ease his nerves when he’s stressed. A comfortable silence hung between the two of you, a silence that held promises of the morning, of something more than there had been before. After a few moments you grabbed his shoulder gently, encouraging him to lay down with his head in your lap. He followed your encouragement, grimacing slightly as he laid down, shifting to a comfortable position, his head laying in your lap. Then you started running your fingers through his curls gently, a comforting touch amidst the pain that lit up his body. He let out a content sigh, moving one of his hands to take your free one, holding it gently. This was the only gentle thing about him, a side of him he wasn’t sure existed any more after years of manipulation and the darkness that plagued his mind but it was still there, only for you and Lena, only for the little family you two had somehow created inside this little bubble you had.

He knew he could worry about the rest in the morning, about what was happening between the two of you and what it meant for your relationship. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, that you weren’t scared of the darkness that consumed him most days, that you somehow found him beneath it all, the real him, Andrew. Not Pope, not the name other people had given him and was surrounded by dark memories, Andrew, the name that was given to the innocent infant he once was, before he was tainted, when he was still whole. In your comforting embrace he quickly fell asleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to him. He fell into a peaceful slumber, the most peaceful one he had experienced in god knows how long. You soon fell asleep as well, head fallen back against the back of the couch, the two of you snoring softly. This is how you were found by Lena the next morning when she got up. She smiled as she saw her two favorite people embraced on the couch together, soft snores filling the silence in the house. She was smarter than the two of you ever gave her credit for, having noticed the change between the two of you awhile ago. This was something else that could be dealt with in the morning though, when all of you had enough sleep to figure out the future of your little unusual family.

#animal kingdom #andrew pope cody x reader #andrew pope cody #shawn hatosy #pope cody #andrew cody

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burningember0802 · 11 days ago

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not to be horny on main but the beginning of this edit where he’s saying “fuck i’m coming i’m coming” makes me FERAL

#michael robinavitch #noah wyle #the pitt fandom #the pitt #dr robby #michael ‘robby’ robinavitch #i’m ovulating and fucking dying

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burningember0802 · 13 days ago

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Three's Company Ch. 6

Pairing: Robby x Abbot x Reader

Warnings: sexual content in some chapters, cursing, medical inaccuracies, suicidal tendencies, mention of death, PTSD, yelling, heavy angst, domestic violence, mental breakdown, injuries (let me know if I'm missing anything!)

Word count: 2.0k

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Robby watched as nearly ran to the staff bathroom once the three of you exited the exam room. He watched, concern ridden all over his face. Dana quickly got pulled back into work before she could do anything or check on you but Robby found himself lingering at the nurses station, acting like he was looking at charts but he kept glancing up and seeing if you had left the bathroom yet. After a few minutes with no sign of you he became increasingly concerned. He decided to go up to the door and knock to check on you, but upon hearing no response and the gut feeling in his stomach he glanced around him to see if anyone was watching before he tried the door knob, surprised to find it still unlocked in your panic.

Robby was shocked at the scene in front of him. Upon entering the bathroom he sees your figure curled up in the corner to the right of the door. He quickly locked the door behind him before approaching you slowly. You were still on the ground, knees pulled to your chest, hands covering your head as you rocked softly, sobs shaking your body. Robby approached slowly, not wanting to startle you. You must’ve not noticed him until he kneeled on the ground in front of you and placed a gentle hand on your knee. You reacted like he had burned you, like his hand had blistered and burned the skin underneath it, flinching back and trying to back yourself further into the wall. “P-please don’t hit me again…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” You muttered to yourself, too out of it to realize what was actually happening.

This broke his heart, seeing you in this state, not knowing how to help. He took a deep breath before finally speaking. “Y/N…it’s me…Robby…it’s just me…it’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you…I promise.” He spoke, doing his best to keep your voice steady and soft, not wanting to scare you more. He watched as you continued shaking and crying but your eyes darted up from where they were hidden in your knees, taking in his figure in front of you. “Is it okay if I touch you? If I grab your hand?” He asks quietly, his hand approaching slowly, trying to read your body language, see if there was any sign it wasn’t okay to take your hand. When he found none he grabbed your wrist softly from its place on your head, taking your smaller hand into his, before placing it on his chest.

“Can you breathe with me Y/N? Can you try and match my breath, my heartbeat?” He asks softly, his voice soft and steady. The feeling of his warm hand over yours was grounding, slowly pulling you from the darkness that had consumed you. Your eyes stared at his chest where his hand laid over yours as he breathed deeply. You were still crying and your knees were still pulled to your chest but you were no longer having flashbacks as you slowly steadied your breathing. A small smile forms on Robby’s face as he watches a small bit of the tension in your body release as your breathing becomes steadier. “Good job…there you go…” he says softly as you continue taking deep breaths with him, his thumb coming and rubbing against the back of your hand. “Can you tell me 5 things you can see right now? Just try your best…” He encourages gently. You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking. “I see you…the tiles…the sink…the door…and the toilet…” You answer, your voice raw and strained. “There you go…good job. Now can you tell me 4 things you can hear?” He says as his smile grows. You nod, your knees loosening slightly from its position pressed against your chest. “I can hear you…the people outside at the nurses station…the sink dripping…and the machines beeping outside…” You answer, wiping your cheek and nose with your free hand, the other still on his chest. “Very good…now how about 3 things you can touch?” He keeps encouraging. “I’m touching you…the tiles…and I can feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck…” You answer, your voice becoming steadier. “Good…now 2 things you can smell? And don’t say me because I know neither of us smell too hot at the end of a shift.” He says with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

You let out a puff of air out of your nose that was a semblance of a laugh and the corners of your mouth lifted slightly. Robby took that as an achievement. “I can smell the antiseptic of the hospital and my perfume…” You answer, moving your legs to lay in front of you instead of clutched to your chest. “Good…almost done, last one. Tell me one thing you can taste?” He asks gently with a grin, his big brown eyes beaming with care. “I can still kind of taste the coffee I had earlier…” You answer lastly, your body calmed down much more. You were now out of the panic attack and flashbacks mostly, your body still slightly shaky from it. “Good job…you did so good.” Robby says with a smile. He moves to sit next to you now against the wall rather than in front of you like he was. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder gently, still scared you’d retreat from him, especially with how things have been between you, him, and Jack lately. He feels a weight lift off his shoulder when you lean into his touch, leaning into his side.

“You know you don’t have to talk to the patients of cases like that if it affects you so much…” He says softly, his gaze fixed on you, concern on his face. You were looking down at your lap where your hands were clasped and you were fidgeting with your fingers. “I do though…because if I don’t then all the damage I have isn’t good damage, it’s not an inspiring story or a tool for me to use to help others, it’s just something that plagues my mind and covers me in darkness. I have to make all those years I suffered worth something…” You answer, your voice quiet and strained. Robby watched you speak sadly. He hated you viewing yourself like this, like you were a vessel for helping others using your pain, like you weren’t a person outside of it. “You don’t have to though…you’re still valid and important even if you don’t…your ‘damage’ isn’t bad…it’s a part of your past and makes you the person you are today…you don’t need to trigger yourself to be worth something…” He explains, his voice sad.

You just take in his words, processing them slowly, not trusting yourself to give an answer right now. “How about I call Jack to drive you home, he’s off today, and you can go home early…” Robby offers. You sit there in silence for a second before nodding, knowing driving yourself home in this state wasn’t a good idea. “Or he could take you back to my place? That’s where he’s at right now…” He offers nervously, wanting to attempt to bridge the gap between the three of you, wanting to apologize for everything they did. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now…at least not today…” You answer quietly despite your heart wanting to say yes. You hated the way it’s been between the three of you lately but you can’t help it. It’s just what you do. When people get too close or do something that triggers your past you just run because leaving first hurts less than what comes after. “Can we talk sometime soon then…about everything…?” Robby questions, anxiety laced between his words. You nod softly.

Robby then pulls out his phone, texting Jack quickly to come pick you up and take you back to your place. He answers immediately, telling Robby he’s heading to his car now and will be there in a few minutes. “Jack will be here in a few minutes…you want to head back out there and grab your stuff?” He says as he stands up with a groan, his knees cracking. “I’m too old for this stuff, to get on the ground.” He chuckles softly, offering you a hand. You take it with a small thankful smile as Robby easily pulls you up. “Thanks old man…” You say quietly, your voice lighter. Robby smiles at you, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I’ll let you get away with that comment this time…” He teases. “Really though Robby…thank you…it means a lot…” You reply softly. “Anytime…I care about you.” He says as he takes her into a quick hug that lingered for a little longer than it should’ve, the feeling of his arms around you a comforting force, your body immediately relaxing against him. After a second you guys pull apart and head back out to the floor of the Pitt, checking to make sure no one saw you guys walk out.

You head to the locker room and grab your bag and by the time you’re back Robby’s waiting for you at the nurses station to walk you outside to Jack’s car. He walks you to Jack’s car parked outside in the ambulance bay with a steading hand on the small of your back, the feeling sending a shiver up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Robby opens the passenger door for you to get in, Jack in the driver's seat, before walking around to the other side of the car, leaning on Jack’s window. You watch as Jack and Robby speak for a second, just checking in with each other before they exchange an ‘I love you’ and a chaste kiss before Robby walks away, heading back into the ER to finish his shift. You couldn’t help but smile slightly at the image of the two men, the love between them obvious. The moment was so gentle, so intimate but it made you smile, wishing for a love like that one day.

Robby’s exit left you and Jack in the car together as he dove down the busy streets of Pittsburgh to your apartment. Jack didn’t say anything at first, his gaze on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other on the center console. Eventually he breaks the comfortable silence between the two of you. “Robby said you had a rough day…you okay? You need anything?” He asks gently, his gaze shifting from the road to you for a moment. “I’m okay…the past has a funny way of coming back sometimes you know? I just need some sleep and food.” You answer, looking out the window at the passing scenery. “Oh I know, trust me.” Jack says with a bitter laugh. “You know if you need anything Robby and I are here…you know where to find us.” He says as he lays a comforting hand on top of yours in your lap. His hand was different from Robby’s, a little smaller but thicker, more calloused from his years in the military, but still comforting, grounding, steady. You nod, appreciating his words. “I know…I appreciate it…I told Robby we could talk sometime soon about…everything…” You say quietly, the words hanging heavy in the air. “Yeah…he mentioned that. We appreciate it Y/N, really. Take your time though, don’t rush yourself to talk about anything you’re not ready for.” He reassures you, offering a comforting smile and a squeeze of your hand before moving his hand back to the center console. Soon you and Jack pulled up in front of your apartment building, both of you sitting there for a second before you got out. “Thank you Jack…tell Robby I said thank you again too..” you say before you get out of the car and head up to your apartment. You didn’t forgive them, not yet. You were still scared of everything, of the unspoken tension between the three of you, the line it felt like you guys were constantly walking, the one night the three of you spent together constantly looming over you but the energy around it all felt a little different now…a little lighter.

#jack abbot x reader #michael robinavitch x reader #the pitt #abbot x robby x reader #dr abbot x reader #dr robby x reader #the pitt fandom #the pitt fanfiction #rabbot x reader

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burningember0802 · 16 days ago

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The thing about breakups no one ever prepares you for is the grief and loss of any animals you had together. I just got out of a nearly 3 year relationship and because of it I'm loosing my soul cat. Because my ex is bitter I was the mature one and realized we were going two different directions in life they are not only hurting me but our cat as well. She was bonded to me in a way she wasn't to anyone else...This hurts more than the breakup itself

#breakup #wlw #pet loss

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burningember0802 · 16 days ago

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Didn't know how bad I needed to see Pope curled up on a tiny shower floor until today. I'm currently on the last episode of season two and the need to comfort that mannnn

But honestly after this week, me too Pope, me too

#animal kingdom #andrew pope cody #pope cody #shawn hatosy

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burningember0802 · 20 days ago

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Three's Company Ch. 5

A/N: So I know I literally *just* posted about how I was going to try and write this chapter within the week but I started it and swear I got possessed or something and suddenly I was done and it was 2.7k words.

so we are back again with our stupid attendings who fucked up reallll bad. We’re also learning a little bit more about reader and her past! And about why she possibly acts the way she acts! Let the groveling begin!

Word count: 2.7k words

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Ever since the incident between the three of you where both Jack and Robby yelled at you on the same day things haven’t been the same, as expected. The next time they each worked with you they couldn’t help but notice the way you entirely pulled back from them. How your comfortability with them had taken one small step forward to take six steps back and it was all their fault. The guilt ate at them. You were like a completely different person, a shell of the girl they had known, the light that once filled the room when you walked in dimmed.

You had not only pulled away from them, but everyone in the ER. Robby and Jack got the worst of it of course. There was no more casual conversation with them, no more smiles, no more coffee exchanged with Jack in the middle of shifts, no more playful bickering over patients with Robby. You seemed like you were walking on eggshells around them, acting like a scared doe waiting for the second the shoe is going to drop and they snap at you again. You had pulled away from everyone else in the ER too, acting much more reserved and quiet than before, no longer the confident, intelligent resident everyone in the Pitt loved. Mel and Samira had noticed it too, noticing how you talked to them less, didn’t stick around to chat after shifts or texting in between shifts. You still talked to people, trying not to worry anyone too much, but your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes like it used to, that light behind them gone, anxiety left in its wake.

This was eating Robby and Jack alive, the guilt and shame gnawing at their stomachs, twisting and turning with every glimpse of you. They knew they shouldn’t have acted the way they did and that they needed to apologize but they didn’t know how, didn’t know how to get you to listen to them, trust them. They had been watching you closer in the ER during your shifts with them, observing you, trying to dissect your presence, trying to find something to help them make this up. Even Dana had noticed the shift in you, watching you closer than normal, knowing your past and how it can affect you sometimes. She even confronted Robby and Jack during a shift change once, cornering them in the family room.

“What the hell did you two idiots do to our best resident?” Dana asked them sternly, hands on her hips, no greeting, no ‘hello, how are you?’, just straight to the point. Both men ducked their heads like dogs getting scolded for getting in the trash, Jack’s lips tightening into a fine line and Robby’s face twisting in what almost looked like pain, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We fucked up really bad…” Jack mumbled, feeling like a child in trouble, but he knew he deserved it. “No shit, now what did you guys do?” Dana asks, her eyebrows raised in expectation. “We both yelled at her badly in front of everyone on the same day while she was working a double…” Robby mumbles quietly. Dana pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out a strained sigh. “God you two fucked up worse than I thought. You have to fix this, and soon.” She says poking a finger at the two men, a pointed look on her face. They both nod, shame riddled on their faces. Dana gives them another look before leaving the two of them to do their normal shift change briefing.

The next day had gone on normally, or as normal as things can be for you in the ER right now while you’re constantly avoiding whatever attending you’re working with, ignoring the concerned glances you’re getting from your coworkers, and the way said attendings keep staring at you. The day seemed like it was going to be a decent one until you were pulled aside by Dana while you were walking through the ER, pulling you aside to the nurses station. “Hey, could you possibly do me a favor?” Dana asks hesitantly, both of you leaning on the nurses station counter. “Sure? What is it?” You asked, brows furrowed in confusion. “Well we have a girl in exam room 3, here for what seems to be domestic violence injuries. She seems really scared and is hesitant to let us get Kiara for her to talk to.” Dana says, a soft look on her face.

Robby hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he really didn’t. But still he found himself standing at the nurses station going through patient charts over and over, his back towards you and Dana just so he could hear the seemingly sensitive conversation between the two of you. “I was wondering if you could possibly talk to her? I think talking to someone who has experience with it will help ease her anxiety, especially someone her age range.” Dana explains to you, worry on her face. You stand there for a moment, taking in her words, contemplating her question before you take a deep breath and nod. “Thank you so much hun. You don’t know how helpful this is. So while you talk to her Robby and I will stand in there with you to help with things as needed and unfortunately it’s typically policy for attendings to be there when broaching a topic that will involve the social work department.” Dana explains, a nervous smile on her face. She knew that things between you and the main attendings weren’t great but she hoped this wouldn’t stop you from doing this.

When she told you Robby was going to have to be there when you talked to her your stomach dropped to your toes, your heart rate picking up slightly. You knew you needed to do this though, for the patient’s sake, so you took a deep breath and nodded again. Dana stepped away long enough to grab Robby who was still standing at the nurses station acting like he wasn’t listening. Then the three of you walked into the exam room where the patient was. She had multiple bruises on her arms and a broken wrist, many of the bruises being in the shape of someone’s hands or from someone gripping her arms. She was a similar age to you, around 25, only a few years younger but she looked so small right now. The girl was sitting in the hospital bed wearing a gown from the examinations they had to do, a scratchy hospital blanket thrown across her legs, her hands in her lap. It was obvious she had been crying, her eyes red and glassy, her figure shaking slightly.

You walked into the exam room quietly and sat in the chair next to her bed facing her, Robby and Dana standing to the side. You offered her a weak smile, one that wasn’t returned. “So I heard that someone in your life might be hurting you?...” you say softly, your own hands planted in your lap firmly, a soft look on your face despite the tension radiating in your body. The girl looked at you, her face scrunching a little. “Did they send you in here to tell me how stupid I am for getting myself in this situation and that I need to just leave?” She says, frustration in her voice. You shake your head softly. “No…I’m a doctor here…a 3rd year resident. I’m here to talk to you for a little, be an ear to listen if you want…someone who knows what it’s like.” You explain quietly, the patient’s face softening slightly. “What do you mean you know what it’s like?” She asks, her voice wavering slightly. You swallow the lump in your throat, letting it join the anxiety twisting deep in your gut. “When I was around your age, from when I was 21-25, I was in a domestic violence relationship and let it get worse than it should’ve…” You say, your voice steady and calm, your gaze locked on your hands in your lap. You could feel the eyes of the patient, Dana and Robby on you.

“He said it was an accident…that he’d never do it again…he said he loved me…” The girl in front of you said, her voice strained and her eyes watering. “They say that but they don’t mean it hun. It isn’t an accident. It will only get worse. It starts with the anger during small arguments, and then comes the yelling, then comes the name calling, then comes the throwing of items around the house, then comes them throwing items at you, and then they put their hands on you. The first time it happens they cry and scream that it’s an accident, that they love you, that it won’t happen again…but it will. It’ll happen again and again. I let myself fall into that trap of manipulation and it ended with me covered in bruises, a broken cheekbone, a broken collarbone, and two broken ribs. I’m lucky I wasn’t beaten to death honestly. It got this bad because I believed him, believed he loved me, that it was my fault, that it wouldn’t happen again…but it was a lie. He didn’t love me, not really. He loved the control he had over me. No one who truly loves you will ever lay a hand on you without consent.” You explain, meeting the girl's gaze. She started crying softly as you spoke, the weight of her words hitting her like a bus. “I’m scared…I don’t know what to do…” She whispered through her tears. “That’s why we’re here. I didn’t leave because I thought I couldn’t. I had nowhere to go, no one to talk to, no support system. We’re here to help though, we have resources for this, people who can help. Do you have anyone you can talk to about this? Anyone you can stay with right now?” You ask the girl softly, placing your hand on her gently. She nods through her tears. “Good, that’ll help a lot. We have our social worker Kiara coming down to talk to you, show you some resources, some people to talk to that can help. It’ll be okay. I promise. It may not feel okay today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in a week, but one day it will. I promise. Here…here’s my number, call or text me if you need anything or someone to talk to.” You say softly, grabbing a paper from nearby and scribbling your number on it before handing it to her.

“Thank you…” The girl sitting in front of you whispers. “How do you move on from it? How do I become okay again?” She asks quietly. You let out a sigh, looking at her again. “Well it’ll probably take awhile, a lot of work, a lot of therapy but my biggest thing was not letting him hold me back, not letting him stop my life because I was scared, because I was upset. That just proves him right, shows him the control he still has over you. So my biggest piece of advice is to feel your feelings, but don’t let them control you. There will be times where they take over, where you feel like you’re right back in that situation again, flashbacks coursing through your head, but those will get better over time.” You explain to her, a soft, empathetic look on your face. The girl nods again, taking in your words. Then at perfect timing the social worker, Kiara, enters the room quietly. You introduce Kiara to the patient in front of you, making sure the patient is okay before you, Robby, and Dana leave the room.

As Robby listened to you talk about your experience with domestic violence he felt sick to his stomach, the bile bubbling up in the back of his throat, begging to get out, to expel the awful feeling in his gut. He knew that wouldn’t fix it though, and wouldn't take the guilt and shame that filled his being away. He felt anger building up in himself as well, his jaw ticking at your words as he clenched his teeth. He couldn’t believe someone could do that to anyone, let alone you. You, who lit up every room you walked into, who was the kindest and empathetic person he ever met, who had a special skill for making everyone feel comfortable no matter the situation, who made funny faces at the kids in the ER to cheer them up while they got tests done, who lit up his world. The mental image of you battered and bruised in the way you described hurt him, made his chest twist and ache in a way it never has before. He wanted to take you into his arms and never let you go, protect you forever, show you that he’d never let it happen to you again, that he’d never do that to you. He knew he couldn’t though, that he had no right to, especially after what he and Jack did.

As he listened it hit him exactly what he and Jack did, how bad they really fucked up. He realizes that he and Jack had most likely triggered you and the trauma response and fear you had gained from your experience. This realization hit him like a bus, the guilt and shame worse than ever. He understood now why you had acted the way you did, why you completely drew back from everyone, especially them. You were doing the only thing you knew how to do to protect yourself, to keep yourself from getting in that situation again. He knew he needed to talk to Jack as soon as he got here for shift change, and that they needed to figure out how to make it up to you, to apologize for their actions.

Once you left the room you left no time for Dana and Robby to talk to you, ask you any questions about what you said. You knew Dana knew the story of everything, she’d been a close family friend for years, a mother like figure to you. But you could see on Robby’s face that he was itching to talk to you and you knew you couldn’t handle it right now. Once you were clear of the exam room you quickly walked to the staff bathroom, shutting and locking it behind you, praising whatever deity was out there that it was a single stall. The door shut and the lock clicked and everything hit you. Every ounce of tension, anxiety, PTSD, etc. hit you…hard. You walked quickly to the toilet, your knees barely hitting the ground before the contents of your stomach were emptied into the toilet in front of you. After it was over you wiped your mouth and sat there for a few minutes, your chest heaving, almost hyper ventilating. The room felt like it was closing in on you, like you couldn’t breath and everything felt heavy. You stood up and leaned on the bathroom sink, staring at your figure in the mirror, your chest heaving, your face flushed, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. The girl in front of you in the mirror scared you…you looked like the girl who was beaten by someone she thought loved her, who was too scared to say anything. Your thoughts were rushing in your head, a headache already coming on. You turn on the sink and splash your face with some cold water, drying it off with your shirt, hoping it would bring you back to reality, save you from the impending breakdown. As much as you wished it worked you still found yourself curled into yourself in the corner of the bathroom, the feeling of the cold tiles under your skin. Your knees were drawn up to your chest, your head shoved against your knees, hands over your ears, your figure rocking in an attempt to comfort yourself as your body wracked with quiet sobs, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The world felt like it was closing in, like it was too loud, too much, and you were all alone.

#jack abbot x reader #michael robinavitch x reader #the pitt #abbot x robby x reader #dr abbot x reader #dr robby x reader #the pitt fandom #the pitt fanfiction #rabbot x reader

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