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honeymilkandtea · 3 months ago

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Pup

pairing: Fenrys x Reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: written for day 2 of @sjmxreaderweek friends/family. tried to get a little creative, so you and Fen adopt a new family member 🤍

The war left behind many things. Crumbled buildings, charred forests, and scars. But worst of all, it left behind children with no family left to care for them.

You started working at the orphanage in Orynth after Aelin had been rightfully crowned Queen and the others had settled into their new positions. Aelin had offered to give you the emissary position alongside Fenrys, but you had declined. Something about the children called to you.

It wasn’t glamorous work, but it mattered. Feeding small mouths. Rocking trembling bodies. Wiping away tears. You tried not to fall in love with each of them.

But then there was him. A boy named Dakota.

He was six when a few Bane soldiers found him, crouched and trembling in the hollow of a tree near Allsbrook. When you first saw him, he was tucked into a corner on the floor of the orphanage’s intake room. There was no telling how long he had been out there for, but based on how emaciated he was—it had been quite some time. Matted black hair fell into his green eyes. Dirt and dried blood clung to his face.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He barely ate. But something about the look in his eyes reminded you of your mate. Fenrys.

That night, you sat beside him in your shared rooms at the castle, cross-legged on the rug, picking at a tray of meat and cheese while Fenrys read a book on the couch. The fireplace cracked gently between you, casting your shadows together on the walls.

“I’m worried about him,” you whispered.

Fenrys looked up from his book, his brown eyes steady on you. “The boy?”

You nodded. “Dakota. He won’t talk. He barely eats, and gods know he needs to. He’s a wolf shifter like you, but they made him shift back as soon as he got to the orphanage. Something about not scaring the other kids.”

Fenrys set his book down, his face softening with sympathy. “He’s mute?”

“I guess so. Me and the other orphanage workers have tried talking to him, even the other kids, but he hasn’t said a word. We don’t know anything about him.” You sighed, your shoulders sagging and pushed the tray of food to the side. “I don’t know what to do. How can I help him if I don’t know what he needs?”

“Take me with you tomorrow,” Fenrys said.

You blinked. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said gently. “I want to try something.”

The next morning, the orphanage buzzed with the usual chaos. You brought Fenrys in through the back courtyard to avoid overwhelming the children.

Dakota was sitting in his usual spot in the corner of the sitting room, knees pulled to his chest, eyes tracking the movement of everyone in the room.

You knelt beside Dakota. “This is Fenrys. He’s my mate. He wants to try to help you.”

Dakota didn’t answer, didn’t look away. But his gaze sharpened.

Fenrys crouched beside you, then slowly shifted.

One moment, he was a broad, golden-haired male. The next, he was a massive white wolf pressing low to the floor in submission.

Dakota’s eyes widened.

He didn’t move for a long moment. Then, with jerky, unsure limbs, he got on all fours and shifted too.

It was the first time anyone at the orphanage had seen his wolf form.

Small. Jet black fur like his hair. Even in wolf form his malnourishment showed, his ribs and hip bones protruding.

Fenrys didn’t approach. He simply lowered himself impossibly further to the floor and wagged his tail once.

Dakota crept forward, step by step, until they were nose-to-nose.

You could see it then. It wasn’t words or speech, but something different. A language of movement, scent, and sound. Wolves didn’t need spoken words to understand each other.

They played in the courtyard that afternoon.

They weren’t rough or loud. But a quiet, soft tumble of paws and playful nudges. Dakota made a sound—a tiny huff of breath that could almost have been a laugh.

You smiled as you watched them. This was a big step for Dakota. He had yet to play with the other children. He always remained in the corner watching vigilantly for any sign of threats. Your eyes burned as Fenrys rolled onto his back, exposing his stomach and Dakota’s small form gently pounced on him.

Days passed.

Then weeks.

Fenrys came with you to the orphanage every morning, unless duty called him elsewhere. The other children grew to love him quickly, but Dakota remained glued to his side.

They ran in the garden together and curled up on the porch under the sun together in wolf form.

At night, you often worked the late shift. You used to hear Dakota’s cries from down the hallway but ever since Fenrys began coming the cries had grown rarer.

You still checked. Still peeked in to make sure he was okay but now you usually found him with Fenrys’s old cloak draped over him.

One evening at home, you sat on the bed with Fenrys’s head in your lap, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“He’s getting better,” you murmured.

Fenrys nodded, eyes closed. “He has something familiar now. His parents were likely wolves too.”

You hesitated before asking what had been on your mind for days. “What do you think about adopting him?”

Fenrys blinked up at you. “Us?”

You nodded. “He’s doing better with you, finally acting like a kid…or a pup.”

You both chuckled.

“But there are so many triggers at the orphanage. The other kids, they’re kind, but they have their own trauma too. Some throw tantrums or objects and it can be triggering. And there is just always so much going on, too much to give him the one-on-one time he needs. I mean all the kids need extra love but when he can’t talk and we can’t be there all the time…I worry.”

Fenrys sat up slowly, the mood shifting from sleepy to serious. “And you think he would do better with us?”

“I know he will. It will be up to him, of course, but he needs to feel safe, and a routine, and if he was with us he could be in wolf form whenever he wanted.”

Fenrys reached for your hand and squeezed. “Then let’s ask him.”

The next day, you brought Dakota into the garden behind the orphanage where Fenrys was already waiting.

You knelt beside Dakota. “Honey, Fen and I want to talk to you about something important.”

He looked up at you with those sharp green eyes. Always watching.

You took a breath. “How would you feel about us adopting you?”

He blinked.

You kept your voice gentle. “You’d have your own room. You could see Fenrys whenever you want. No loud rooms. No restrictions on when you can be a wolf. Just a home and a family who loves you.”

Dakota looked back and forth between the two of you, then slowly wrapped his arms round you in a hug.

When you looked up, Fenrys was already looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.

That night, after finalizing paperwork, you brought Dakota home.

The castle felt different with a child in it. It had been a full house already with you, Fenrys, Rowan, Aelin, and how often their friends stayed over despite having their own homes.

Dakota explored in small doses, sticking mostly to your quarters and the gardens. He still hadn’t spoken, but you and Fenrys had learned his tells. The tilt of his head when he was curious. The twitch of his fingers when he was scared. The way he leaned into you when he needed comfort.

You decorated his room together. Dark navy blue walls like the night sky with stars and a crescent moon. A bean bag in the corner for when he was overwhelmed, and after learning he could read you got him books at various levels.

Fenrys and Dakota often roamed the castle together in wolf form, sometimes startling visiting courtesans. You learned Dakota loved to help cook, so before he and Fenrys went on their evening run through the woods he’d help you prep dinner, sometimes sneaking bites here and there. You’d teasingly scold him, but inside you were jumping with joy. He was finally putting on weight and every bite counted.

One night, as you were tucking him in, Dakota touched your hand and held it to his cheek.

A thank you.

You brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. “We love you, pup. Always.”

Weeks turned into months. He started to hum. The same lullaby you sang to him. The same melody Fenrys whistled as he completed reports.

Dakota took to drawing. Quick, scratchy sketches that grew more detailed over time. Wolves. Trees. A trio of figures with linked hands. You, Fenrys, and him.

One evening, you stood in the doorway while Fenrys tucked Dakota into bed. Your mate kissed his brow and pulled the covers up to his chin.

After Fenrys closed the door he pulled you into his arms, pressing his lips to your temple.

“He’s like a completely different kid,” he murmured.

You nodded into his chest. “He just needed time and love.”

“Do you think he’ll ever speak?”

You hesitated, then smiled. “I think… he already does. We just had to learn the language.”

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honeymilkandtea · 3 months ago

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breathe, baby

I couldn't stop thinking about these two from this drabble I wrote, so I expanded upon it.

breathe, baby: jack abbot x f!doctorreader

word count: 5.8k

summary: the day dr. jack abbot accidentally calls you "baby" during a shift is a day that changes everything.

warnings: MDNI!!!!!!!! 18+, lil angst, fluff, smut, sliiiiight breeding kink?? praise kink, feelings etc

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The day Dr. Abbot accidentally calls you “baby” during a shift is the day that everything changes.

If you’re being completely honest, you think it’s been building toward this for awhile, but you’re too afraid to let your brain linger on that thought for very long.

You’re his top resident and you two have a rhythm. Years and moments and fragments built upon pain and trust and chaos. Lingering looks, a language of your own working together. A rough, strong hand on the small of your back as he passes behind you. A coffee set down in front of you, just the way you like it, accompanied with a muttered, “Hang in there,” out of the corner of his mouth. A “lemme walk you home” grumbled to you after a harrowing shift.

Quiet moments on the rooftop after losing a patient. Not saying anything. Just fucking existing together, shoulders brushing, this quiet, strong, capable man a safe space for you after all this time.

You both ignore the knowing looks from Shen and Ellis and Walsh and fuck, even Robby and Dana have made comments about how the two of you disappear into your own world when working together.

Jack always just quirks the corner of his mouth up at their teasing, then gets back to work. Your face is always warm for at least twenty minutes after one of their barbs.

But this day - it’s fucking hard.

You almost lost a patient. A teenage girl. You watch them roll her up to the OR after she’s finally, finally stabilized. But this one hit differently. She just…she reminded you of you.

You’re rooted to the spot and it’s hard to breathe and everyone else is clearing out and your vision is swimming and you think, please let me just disappear—-

“Breathe, baby. Breathe. You fuckin’ rocked that shit, okay?”

It’s out of the corner of Dr. Abbot’s mouth, a passing comment, in that low rasp of his voice.

Your eyes dart up to him, but Dr. Abbot— Jack — is moving away, taking off his bloody gloves and throwing them into the trash. He’s already moving on to the next patient, the next case, and you can’t even catch his eye, you just watch his steady, slightly uneven gait cut through the chaos of the ED.

Breathe, baby.

Breathe, you remind yourself.

You let out a breath and it steadies you and your heart rate returns to normal.

You finally move, strip off your gloves and remove your mask and then you feel it, him staring at you across the hectic room, where he has a chart in his hand and you think maybe, finally, everything’s changed. His gaze is intense and it’s loud and it looks like he realized what he said, what he let slip. He’s always been one for eye contact and he’s just standing there in his black scrubs, staring at you like you’re the only thing he sees.

You fucking burn.

* * *

When you transferred to the night shift in your third year of residency, you were nervous. You’d heard all about how fucked your sleep schedule can get, how wild and feral the night shift at PTMC could be, but you didn’t have much of a say in scheduling. You gritted your teeth together and got to work.

Ellis and Shen immediately welcomed you with their sarcasm and quick-wit. Walsh was cold, predictably.

And Dr. Abbot?

Jack?

He was fucking intimidating. He greeted you with eye contact that made you want to squirm. You were convinced he never cracked a smile a day in his life. His eyes – dark, hazel, penetrating - held such a layer of overall sadness that, despite not knowing anything about him yet, this man had lived a life.

“Welcome to the chaos,” Jack’s first words to you were thrown carelessly your way, locking eyes for a beat, before turning back to the computer at the nurse’s station. You had nodded, and Shen had swept you away on a case.

You didn’t talk to Dr. Abbot for the rest of the day, but you were amazed at his ability to command the ED and how he effortlessly led the team with calm, biting competency. His movements were so sure. His hands were steady. His mind was unimaginably capable. A respect for the war veteran settled deep within your bones immediately.

Within a month, you and Dr. Abbot - Jack - had a rapport that felt professional. Within three months, you got him to crack a smile in your direction when you sassed Myrna right back. Within six months, you were working together fluidly in a way you couldn’t have predicted. Within a year, Jack knew your coffee order and you knew his.

You learned things about one another. You learned he was a widower when you caught a glimpse of his wedding band hanging around his neck, next to his dog tags that he wore under his scrubs. You learned that he was in therapy and that sometimes, he stood too close to the edge of the roof.

He learned you, too. Learned that you ran yourself ragged and would keep going unless he told you to take a break. Learned that you had trouble sleeping, that you were on an anti-anxiety medication, that a warm tea after a shift with lots of honey calmed your racing heart.

One time, after a particularly brutal shift, you were lying in bed, showered and staring at your ceiling, your heart pounding in your ribcage, adrenaline coursing through you. Your phone buzzed.

A text - from Jack.

Jack: Postmate should be at your place shortly. Get some rest, you earned it.

You frowned in confusion for a moment before a knock on your door caught your attention. You padded down the hall and opened the door to find a courier holding a coffee tray with a steaming cup of your favorite tea, and a little brown bag with your favorite pastry.

You texted back immediately.

You: You really didn’t have to do that. I’m kinda speechless???

Jack: Don’t be dramatic.

Then you watched as the bubble with the three little typing dots appeared, disappeared, came back, then stopped altogether.

You bit your lip, pulse racing.

You: Thank you, Jack. Who knew you were such a softie under that hard exterior.

As you took your tea and pastry back to your bedroom, snuggling up under the covers, the warm seeping into your bones and relaxing you, your phone screen lit up.

Jack: Only for you.

You had stared at your phone until the weight of exhaustion had lulled you into a dreamless sleep.

And now your heart is beating in your chest so quickly you think it’s going to burst. It’s been two years since you transferred and you’re still here and Jack called you baby and it has lit up every single neural pathway in your brain. You feel warm all over, can feel the word wrap around your body and caress you. The low timber of his voice. The way it'd anchored you in the moment, floating you to the surface.

You close your locker hard, the day heavy on your shoulders. Surely he didn’t know what he was saying. You’re all overworked and under caffeinated and exhausted. He probably calls everyone “baby,” right? Though the idea of Jack calling Ellis or Walsh or Shen “baby” makes you angry in a way that you don’t care to examine.

You step out into the early morning light, grateful to leave the whirlwind of confusion and feelings behind in the ED. Then you see Jack standing there, camo backpack slung around one of his shoulders, leaning against the side of the hospital. He’s out of his scrubs, in a black-shirt and cargo pants and the minute he sees you his jaw clenches. You can see the tension in his shoulders, in his posture. You’ve rarely seen Jack look uncomfortable but there’s no other word to associate with him right now.

“Hey,” he says, walking right up to you. “Walk you home?”

You feel your face grow warm but you force yourself to maintain that goddamn eye contact of his. His hazel eyes search your face but he’s completely guarded and unreadable - his default setting.

“You don’t have to do that—”

Jack lifts a brow, his salt-and-pepper curls blowing slightly in the wind. He rubs a hand over his jaw.

“Yeah, but I want to.”

Jesus Christ, is this man trying to kill you today? Butterflies erupt in your stomach like you’re a preteen. You nod and shrug, shouldering your own backpack and you fall in step together.

You live about fifteen minutes from the hospital. Jack’s never actually been up to your place, but he has walked you home before plenty of times. His own home is just five minutes further than yours, so there had been those mornings, when you didn’t want to feel confined to the inside of your car, where you’d walk home and Jack would join you. You’d always try and brush it off, could see the way he favored his right leg, could imagine the pain of the prosthetic left leg throbbing. But he would always roll his eyes, grumble something about “not being that old” and the two of you would walk in companionable silence.

This silence doesn’t feel companionable.

The silence is loud between you. You can feel Jack studying you out of the corner of your eye. He never hides when he looks at you.

You glance at him and purse your lips. “What?”

He doesn’t say anything, just rubs the back of his neck and mumbles, “Nothin’.”

A minute later he breaks the silence. “Just makin’ sure you're okay.”

Your mind races, trying to land on what he could be referring to. Surely, not—?

At your confused glance, he clears his throat. “The young girl. You seemed really shaken back there. Haven’t really seen you like that in a while.”

Right. Of course Jack isn’t going to bring up what he called you, because he didn’t mean it. Because you’re his resident. Because the working relationship you’ve built is just that - it stays at work.

You feel panic crawl up your throat for a moment; feel embarrassed and ashamed that for a second in that trauma room, you thought maybe this fucking torch you’ve carried for your attending could be reciprocated.

You feel like a fucking fool.

By the time you decide to answer, you’re at the entrance to your apartment building. You turn, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He’s studying you like he knows every answer; like he has you fucking memorized.

“I’m fine,” you lie. It rolls effortlessly off of your tongue.

Jack takes a step closer to you, his hand still clutching his backpack strap. You’re close enough that in the cresting light of the morning, you can see the gray stubble that lines his jaw. You think he’s so handsome it’s a bit unfair. You think he’s the kind of man that was meant to be fifty, he’s settled into his body and features in a way that feels like he was always meant to get here. Can see how every line of his face tells a story that he keeps too close to his heart.

You can’t read Jack. You never could.

But he’s looking at you like you’re his favorite book and you don’t know what to do with it all.

“You’re lying,” he says, and it’s so matter-of-fact that it feels like you’ve been slapped.

You harden your gaze, try to stand taller. “You walk me home just to accuse me of lying?”

He shakes his head and his eyes never leave yours. “You don’t gotta do that with me. You know you don’t, so why are you doing it now?”

You burn for this man. It consumes every cell in your body and you just want him to either call out what all this means or leave you the fuck alone. Over a year of this push and pull between you and you fear you’re at your limit.

“I’m not the only one who’s good at lying, Jack.”

The sentence hangs between you. You see something shadow his face, a muscle in his jaw works overtime. He puts his hands in his pockets and he lets out a breath, a half-laugh and a half-scoff and finally looks away.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters. Jack looks back to you then and you swear you see it. Swear you see the longing and the fear and you recognize it because you feel it right back.

Something pulls in your sternum; it’s a tiny ball of light, of bravery, and it’s buzzing inside of your bloodstream.

In the span of a few seconds, you think of so many moments with Jack. You think of the time he found you crying on the rooftop, exhausted and at your mental brink. About how he sat beside you, about how he rubbed your back as you wept.

You think about how when you told him a few months ago you were going on a first date with some anesthesiologist, he’d grown silent and stoic and you’d lost him to his own mind for the rest of the shift. How he’d seemed relieved the next night when you’d told him it had been a dud of a date.

You think about that time everyone went out for Ellis’ birthday to that run down little pub around the corner. How you’d actually gone home to change first, how Jack’s eyes had immediately widened for a second when you walked in wearing a little sundress. How his gaze was hot, how he’d put a hand low on your back and asked you what your drink was. How he watched you the entire night, how you felt drunk with that power, knowing his eyes were on you. How he’d laughed and smiled and looked like everything you’d ever wanted in a man.

It lit you up. It made you feel like a champion.

You look at him now and he’s looking right back.

“You call all of your residents ‘baby’?”

The question is out of you before you can keep it behind your lips. You see the words tumbling out, see them reach over and land on Jack. He lets out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a scoff, a sound like he never meant for you to hear any of it at all.

His eyes dig right into yours. Your chest is rising and falling now and he’s closer, just by a step. You’re in each other’s space.

Jack’s eyes flicker down your face before they find their home back in your gaze. It looks like he’s made a decision but you can’t tell what it is.

“You fuckin’ know I don’t.”

It’s both a confession and an answer. It lingers between you and you want to pull it around your fingers. You want to believe him.

Warmth pools between your legs and you realize you’ve never been this turned on and you’re not even touching. You’re standing outside the door to your apartment and you’re wet because Jack fucking Abbot is looking at you like you’ve wrecked him.

You don’t respond, you just punch in the code to your building and open the door. He stays rooted to the spot, watching your every move. You look over your shoulder at him, heart thundering against your chest so hard you swear he can see it.

“Wanna come up?”

He swallows and you track the movement with your eyes. Waiting for his answer feels like an eternity and you’re nearly regretting it until he says, “Absolutely.”

The nerves settle in as you climb the three flights to your floor. You can feel him at your back, can feel the heat of him behind you. Can feel his eyes all over you and it makes your skin prickle with anticipation.

When you get to your door, he’s standing so close behind you that you’re breathing heavily, like you just ran up the stairs. Your hands tremble as they fiddle with your lock and then, slowly, his right arm comes around you. His left hand finds your lower back and it’s a steady, warm pressure there. His right hand settles over yours and you can feel his breath tickle your neck. Can feel his chest expand because he’s breathing heavy too, and you have to physically force yourself from pushing your ass into him, to see if he’s as affected as you are.

What the fuck is wrong with you that you want to grind against your attending in the hallway outside your apartment?

The weight of his hand on yours steadies you. His fingers work with yours to help you unlock the door and it opens and you step inside with him right behind you and you’ve crossed both the physical and metaphorical line.

You enter your apartment, toss your backpack on the ground and turn around as he quietly closes the door behind him. He drops his own backpack and then you’re just staring at each other in the foyer of your place.

He clears his throat and the sound scrapes across your skin.

“I need you to be very clear with me right now,” Jack says, voice serious and grounding. “Cuz if I’m reading this wrong–if I’ve been reading this wrong—”

“You haven’t. You aren’t.”

He stares at you and it’s hard and you want him so badly, so much more than you’ve ever wanted anything in the entire world.

He sounds ruined when he says lowly, “I don’t wanna be reading this wrong.”

Jack’s gaze tethers you to the ground. You feel so strong.

You step a hair closer. You can hear and feel his intake of breath. His nostrils flare.

“In every way you read this, I want you,” you say softly. Jack lets out a ragged breath at your confession, like he’s taking his first lungful of air after drowning for eternity.

“C’mere.”

His voice is wrecked.

The line between you is obliterated when you close the remaining distance and Jack puts one hand around your waist and the other goes to cradle your jaw. Your eyes flutter at the comfort from his touch, how it makes you feel so deeply in your body.

His eyes can’t seem to focus on a single part of you; they trace your own eyes, your nose, linger on your lips, devour your throat as you swallow, caress your chest as it rises and falls quickly. Finally, his eyes come back to your own.

“You’re absolutely sure about this?” His question hangs between you.

“I am,” you say. He swallows, his mouth so close to yours. If you wanted to, you could lick his lips. Your breath mingles together and your warm all the way to your toes.

“I’m broken and old,” he says lowly, gravely, and in those few tiny words you hear so much. You hear him offering himself up to you, all of his wounds and shrapnel and baggage and darkness.

It doesn’t scare you.

It makes you feel alive.

You offer him a little smile, bite your lip and he groans at the sight.

“I want you just as you are, old man,” you tell him and then his lips are on yours and it’s everything.

The first kiss is soft. It’s a re-introduction. A slow movement of lips against each other’s and then you both pull back at the same time and his eyes are so dark and you feel like you’re buzzing.

The second kiss is nothing like the first.

It is filthy and open and wet, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. Jack’s hands skate down your body until they grab your ass, pulling you roughly against him. You tangle your fingers in those fucking gray curls that have driven you wild for far too long.

You press your pelvis against him and feel him through his pants, hard and aching and you rub against him, grind against him like you’re a teenager.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growls, one hand remaining on your ass, the other finding its way under your scrub top, grabbing hold of the flesh of your waist like he needs it to stay tethered to the ground.

You lean your head back and his lips attach to your neck, his tongue tracing the tendons, sucking at your pulsepoint.

You let out a breathy moan and feel him twitch against you. “You have me, Jack.”

He pulls your top off and even though you’re just wearing a sports bra underneath, he looks at your chest like you’re destroying him. You both fumble and kick off your shoes quickly. You pull his t-shirt off and your hands finally get to touch those shoulders, those biceps, that fucking chest you’ve dreamt about.

You slow down when you see his dog tags and wedding ring around his neck. He goes tense for a moment, like he’s unsure how you will react.

You look up at him gently and he’s watching you so carefully. Very slowly, you touch the dog tags and ring reverently. You kiss his chest just next to where they lay.

“You have me,” you repeat quietly. “I want you and everything that comes with you.”

Jack’s eyes glisten for a moment and then he kisses you, both hands cradling your jaw. He works your mouth like he was designed for it. Then he pulls away and carefully takes off the dog tags and ring, lays it gently on your end table.

You stare at one another and Jack swallows. “I never thought I’d get to have this again.”

“‘This’?”

Jack puts his hands on your waist. “A person I’d feel safe with.” His eyes hold yours like a promise. “I feel safe with you.”

Your eyes wet before you can stop them. “I feel safe with you.”

He rests his forehead against yours and his hands trail up your arms, cradling your jaw as he tips your head back slightly. His lips find yours and this time it’s a benediction. It’s an offering, a healing and you feel the air shift around you. You bite down on his bottom lip and pull it slightly and he lets out a moan, deep in his throat.

“Bedroom,” you mutter. He nods still kissing you and you smile against his lips, pull away breathlessly and tug his hand down the hall.

The second you’re in your bedroom (thank god you remembered to make your bed this morning), you push him down on the edge so he’s sitting with his legs spread. You stand between his legs looking down at him, your chest heaving. His neck is corded, like he’s having trouble holding himself back. It makes you want him so badly you think you’ll die if you don’t have him.

Your eye contact doesn’t break as you untie your scrub pants, sliding them down and over your ass and thighs. You kick out of them and your socks. Jack’s gaze is hot and he sucks in a breath when you shrug out of your sports bra, throwing it in the corner.

You’re standing in front of him in just your simple cotton panties. (In so many fantasies you’re adorned in lingerie but somehow this is better. This is real.)

His eyes hold yours for a moment before they finally take in your naked torso and he huffs air through his nose.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he says, the edges of his words serrated with want. Your face is warm as you walk closer to him. He’s watching you like you hold the answers to everything as you straddle his lap, your plush thighs on either side of him. Your hands land on his shoulders and his hands immediately find your ass, dimpling the skin there.

You can feel how hard he is and you can’t help the way you grind instinctively over his hips, feeling the clothed head of his cock deliciously hit your soaked panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, his eyes fixed on where your rubbing yourself over him. “You’re so perfect.”

“Jack—need you—god—” you’re babbling, delirious with need and the way you’re pulsing between your legs.

“Yeah, baby?” Jack’s lips attach to your neck again, teeth surely leaving a mark. His hands grab under your thighs and in a swift motion he stands up, turning you around and tossing you onto the bed. Your tits bounce and Jack is crawling over you, his lips tracing a path down your sternum until he’s sucking a nipple and you whine, high-pitched and throaty. He bites a little and you make a noise you didn’t know you were capable of.

His hands find the waistband of your underwear and he’s panting as he slides them down your thighs, giving your other nipple attention until he has your panties completely off and dropped to the floor.

You’re bared to him and you can no longer catch your breath.

Jack leans back on his haunches, staring at you like he can’t believe this is actually happening.

Like he can’t believe you're his.

You let your thighs fall apart, open your legs for him and the breath catches in Jack’s throat.

“Fuck,” he bites out. “Fuck, baby, I need to taste you.”

You lay back, run your hands through your hair because this all feels insane. You’re burning up and feeling delirious.

“Please,” you beg because right now you’re not above begging, you’ve never been above begging when it comes to this man.

Jack slides down your body until he’s lying on his stomach. His face is so close to you and he actually breathes you in and it’s the most erotic moment of your life.

Until his tongue is inside you and you whimper.

“Fuck—fuck—Jack—yes, yes, oh my god.”

Jack eats your pussy like he’s devouring it. Relentless and precise, you’re humiliated to think you’re going to come in under a minute. He pulls back for a moment, mouth glistening and you stare down at him as he slides a finger inside of you. You groan, throwing your head back as he glides it in and out for a moment, before sliding in a second and using his thumb to play with your clit.

“Fuck!” you cry and Jack has this little smirk on his face before he puts his tongue back in you, licking so deep and so good. Your thighs end up over his shoulders and you realize he’s grinding into the mattress. He groans into you and you feel it - you’re so close -

“Jack, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come—how am I gonna come already?”

Jack pulls away, his thumb and fingers working in tandem together like you’re his favorite instrument to play.

“You’re so good,” he tells you, coaxing you toward your orgasm. “Come for me. Come on my tongue, baby.”

It breaks you open.

You come hard and fast on Jack’s tongue and you feel his moan as your heels dig into his back. Your hands grip his hair and it tethers you to the bed. You’re panting as he licks you through out, his thumb and fingers still working in you.

“Fuck,” he bites out hard, gently gliding his hand out of you. He brings it to his mouth and you go slack-jaw as he licks his fingers. “You taste so fucking good.”

You laugh because it’s all so insane. Breathless laughter that shakes your body and he grins at you and he looks so boyish.

“I just came so hard,” you tell him because you no longer have a filter. “What the fuck?”

He rests his head against your thigh and you just stare at each other for a moment. Your fingers run through his hair and he closes his eyes.

He’s gorgeous.

He’s yours.

“I wanna ride you now,” you tell him. His eyes fly open and he chokes on a breath, lifting up to hover above you.

“Yeah? God, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good.”

Now that does something to your psyche you’ll need to inspect later. You grin up at him and your fingers go to the ties on his pants. He helps you, kicking them off until he’s just in his briefs.

Your eyes land on his prosthetic.

“Told you I was broken and old,” he mutters, a hint of self-consciousness breaking through. You put a hand on his cheek, staring up at him where he’s still holding himself above you.

“And I told you I want you exactly as you are.” You glance down again. “Will it be better to take it off?”

Jack hesitates, just for a moment, then nods.

You lean up and kiss him. “So take it off.”

You roll to the side as Jack takes off the prosthetic, lying it against the foot of your bed. You kneel on the bed, watching him massage the end of the amputated leg. He grunts in relief.

“There’s a—there’s wipes, in my pocket—”

You reach down to his discarded pants and take the wipes out of the back pocket.

“Lay down,” you tell him. Jack watches you, breathing heavy before he listens to you, lying back with is head on your pillows. You - naked, humming with your previous orgasm - lean down and gently wipe at the residual limb. You feel his gaze on you, watching you.

This moment feels sacred and you’ll remember it for a long time.

You toss the wipe in your wastepaper basket before you turn to him, grinning.

His eyes are glistening and he swallows roughly.

“Hi,” you say, suddenly shy.

“Hey,” he tells you back, voice gravel.

You bite your lip, your hands going to the top of his briefs. “I’m going to take these off now.”

Jack groans. “Fuckin’ please.”

You take them off and when you see his cock you die a little. It’s throbbing and red at the tip and strong and proud and you’ve never been one to fantasize about an actual fucking dick before but Jesus, it’s as gorgeous as the man it belongs to.

You straddle his thighs, hovering above it. His hands find your hips and you reach over to your bedside table, take out your bottle of lube.

You put some in your hand, and when you reach down to rub it along Jack’s cock, he hisses, presses his head into the pillows and squeezes his eyes shut.

“I’m not gonna last,” he grits out. “It’s been—awhile–”

Your hand strokes him twice more before you line him up at your entrance. He squeezes the flesh of your waist.

He looks down at where he’s lined up. “Did you wanna use a condom?” The question is so earnest, so kind, but you really need his fucking cock filling you up right now.

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him, rubbing yourself over the head of his cock and he gasps. “I’m clean. Are you?”

Jack nods. “Yeah, yeah, I am, can show you the tests—”

“I trust you,” you tell him. “And no, I don’t wanna use a condom. I want you to come inside me and fill me up.”

Jack throws his head back, baring his throat to you and his hands move to the flesh of your ass, squeezing so hard you’re sure they’ll be marks.

“Fucking Christ—dirty fuckin’ thing, fuck, I’m gonna die,” he growls. You smile to yourself, body completely flushed because yes, you’ve always been confident during sex, but Jack makes you feral in a way you cannot explain.

You sink down on him slowly and he hisses when he breaches you. You take him, inch by inch and you whimper because the stretch is so good, it feels so good to be full.

“Oh god,” you moan when he bottoms out. You sit there, him inside you and you look down at him and he looks up at you, his hands dimpling your ass.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hisses and when you begin to move, his eyes roll to the back of his head.

It’s the hottest sight you’ve ever seen.

You start out slow, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. Jack leans up, licks your throat and sucks on your tit. It’s so good.

You feel like you were made to ride Jack Abbot. Sweat shines on both of your bodies and when he moves a finger to touch your clit, you cry out, leaning forward with your hands attached to the headboard. His other hand goes to your throat, holding you there securely, not tightly, but grounding.

The bed shakes.

Jack stares down at where he’s sliding in and out of you, punching up and meeting your grinding with thrusts of his own. His chest is completely flushed.

“Takin’ me so well,” he growls. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You babble, delirious with pleasure. “M’gonna come, Jack, I’m gonna fuckin’ come again.”

Jack nods, his thumb strumming your clit in time with his cock. “Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you come so bad.”

He locks eyes with you. “You’re so fuckin’ good. Mine.”

You break open again, for the second time.

“Jack! Jack! Nnnnghhh—”

He’s properly thrusting up now, can feel you spasm around his cock. “Jesus you were made for me,” he growls. “Gonna come. Gonna fill you up.”

Your legs are jelly and you can barely hold yourself up. Jack’s hands find your waist as he bounces you on his cock. You feel tears stinging the corners of your eyes because it feels so good.

“Fill me up, Jack,” you moan. “Fill me up—-”

He comes with a broken moan, pulsing deep inside you. Your hands are on either side of his head, your hips are aching, and you’re both panting and staring at one another.

You’re not sure who laughs first, but breathless laughter breaks the tension.

“Jesus,” Jack mutters, helping you slide off him. His come drips down your legs and he watches it for a moment, takes his finger to it and pushes it back inside you.

You kiss him before you quickly go to use the bathroom. When you return, Jack is staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply. He looks at you and opens an arm up and you quickly slide in next to him.

He turns on his side so you’re both staring at each other.

There’s no awkwardness. It’s warm and sunny and it feels like a weighted blanket is over the both of your shoulders. He brings a hand up, tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Dunno how I got so lucky,” he tells you. “You’re it for me, you know that, right?”

You don’t realize how badly you need to hear him say it. You give him a teary smile and his thumb grazes under your eye.

“I know,” you whisper.

The early morning light filters through the window and brings a sense of peace you’ve both been searching for.

You can finally breathe.

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honeymilkandtea · 3 months ago

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Dani from Love on the Spectrum is the realest there is.

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honeymilkandtea · 3 months ago

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Little Lady | M.R x Reader

a/n: teehee tell me yall's thoughts on this one!! also mid way through the chapter i was so upset because it dawned on me i unknowingly set the fic in the winter.. pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch X Single Mom! Reader wc: 2.8k Warning; semi-proof read, mention of car crash

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The phone on your desk rang once more, making you groan before picking it up.

“ICU.” You responded monotone.

“Robby’s asking again if there’s a bed up there, he’s claiming you're hoarding beds up there.” Dana sighed, watching as Robby leaned forward, attempting to hear you.

You groaned, looking around the unit; all of the rooms were full. “Yeah I'm shoving them up my ass, no we don't have any available.” You responded sarcastically; you ignored the flutter in your stomach as you could hear robby’s laughter in the back.

“Knew it, thanks again.” Dana quickly hung up the phone.

You playfully rolled your eyes before going back to your medical journal. There was now an obvious shift between yourself and robby; no longer was there petty bed hoarding or unstable patients sent up out of spite. It was eerily calm with you both.

- - - - - - - -

“Dude in 568 is clear for progressive care.” A respiratory nurse told you as she tossed her gloves into the trash outside the door and then went over to the open sink and scrubbed her hands.

You chuckled and nodded before picking up the phone, paging robby.

“Dr. robby.” He greeted, the sounds of the trauma room in the background.

“Lucky day, we have one available, needs to be cleaned so it’ll be a bit.” You sighed, balancing the phone on your shoulder as you updated patient files.

“I knew it, you were hoarding.” He joked, not noticing the looks of shock on the residents and nurses faces.

“He is on the phone with the ICU right?” Langdon muttered to princess who nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, alright go take care of your trauma paitent.” You hung up.

You sighed as you leaned back into your chair, luckily most of the ICU patients were settled for the time being.

Thankfully with it being calm you pulled out your phone and smiled at the photos your mom had sent. Lovebug had a wide smile as she had on her ballet tutu, standing outside of an audition room. Then another with your father, standing by his truck both grinning.

You turned off your phone, trying to motivate yourself to not grow bored.

- - - - - - - -

Robby sighed as he drank out of his thermos, glancing up at the board.

Dana sighed as she had the desk phone tucked between her shoulder and chin. “Two car crash victims incoming.”

Robby nodded and placed down the cup and turned as the EMTs walked in and explained the driver had gotten a heart attack mid drive.

“Take him to trauma two.” Robby pointed to the room, before turning to the other EMT. “Where’s the other victim?” He asked, only to get his answer very quickly of a little girl on a gurney.

“Actually, dr. Robby meet the driver’s hero; his granddaughter Lacey, she managed to escape her carseat after the crash and got his phone to call 9-1-1.” The female EMT smiled at the little girl with comfort.

Robby had a quick flash of shock on his face before warmly smiling at the little girl. “Vital’s are normal, so we’re guessing she might have minor whiplash.” The EMT filled Robby in.

“Hi Lacey, I'm dr. Robby, are you hurting anywhere?” Robby asked softly as the five year old nodded and pointed to chest.

“My seatbelt pulled me back, and my head hurts.” She explained, her tiny hands clutching the stuffed rabbit on the bed. “Ok, i’m gonna have one of my best doctors look over you ok, i’m gonna go help your grandpa then i’ll be back.” Lacey nodded at robby and sighed as Dana helped move Lacey to a hospital bed.

“Do you want some water?” Dana asked, Lacey lifted her head and nodded.

“Please, and with ice.” Lacey rubbed the rabbit’s stuffed ear as she asked.

Dana smiled and nodded at her request, feeling her heart melt a bit from the child’s manners. Getting a tiny cup of water and ice chips, she flagged down mohan. “Got a case for you; six year old, she’s with the trauma two patient.” Dana debriefed Mohan who nodded, taking the water and ice.

“Robby said after he helps her grandpa, he’d come back to see her.”

Samira nodded and walked into the small room with a soft smile as Lacey sat on the bed playing with her rabbit. “Hi there, i’m doctor mohan can you tell me your name?”

The little girl smiled and said her full name. “Very pretty name, i brought you some water and ice chips for now, is it ok if i check to make sure nothing serious happened to you?” Samira asked, setting down the water and ice on the small tray in the room before grabbing a pair of gloves.

Lacey took a sip of water and nodded.

Mohan quickly did her assessment before going to order a CT scan.

Once again entering the room, Mohan sat down beside the little girl and began to keep her company like Dana had hoped.

“So how old are you lacey?” Mohan asked, taking note of the pale pink tutu and tights.

“I just turned five a few months ago.” She smiled before picking up the rabbit and raising it to her ear before giggling and turning to mohan.

“She likes your hair!” Lacey giggled, making samira’s heart melt.

“Well tell her, I just love her ribbons.” Mohan played along. “What’s your friend’s name here?” She asked, Lacey proudly propped up the rabbit on her lap.

“Her name is June, like my birthday! My pop-pop gave her to me for my first ballet recital.” Lacey explained.

Mohan chuckled, noticing donnie outside with an IV, slightly cringing before standing up to help put it in.

Both donnie and mohan were shocked to see how well lacey has taken the IV, just closing her eyes and turned her head as the needle poked her skin.

“You're so brave!” Mohan encouraged as donnie flushed the IV before stopping for it to be clear for the CT dye.

- - - - - - - -

Robby sighed as he exited the trauma room, rubbing sanitizer on his hands as he walked towards the room where Lacey was placed. He stopped in the doorway with a smile as he watched mohan had her phone propped up playing some kids show while her and Lacey colored a cartoon bear.

“Dr. Mohan, how is my tiny friend doing?” Robby asked, smiling as Lacey quickly flipped over her coloring page and would contrine to draw something on the blank backing.

“Good, CT came back clear, she had a headache so i gave her some kids tylenol and i’ve been keeping her busy just in case she has a concussion from the carseat.” Mohan quickly debriefed, turning off the cartoons on her phone.

Robby nodded and motioned for the door.

Samira nodded and got up and walked outside with robby. “She can be discharged, we were able to get a hold of his daughter in-law, said she’d tell his children and pick up lacey.” Robby gave Samira a run down, she nodded and quickly walked to the nearest desk to start the discharge paperwork.

Robby walked back into the room, smiling as Lacey looked up and smiled before going back to coloring.

Lacey quietly placed down her crayon and bit her lip as she looked up at robby. “Is pop-pop gonna be ok?” She asked, clasping her hands together in her lap, robby’s felt tugging at his heart.

With a heavy sigh, Robby sat down beside the bed and looked at Lacey and nodded. “He might just be a bit weak for a bit, but he’ll get stronger, he was proud to hear about how brave you were during the crash.” Robby added, remembering the old man's grin at the news his granddaughter swooped in like a hero.

“Will he be better by christmas?” She asked, making Robby nod.

“Oh good!” She grinned down at her hands. “Your grandpa said you’re a ballerina?” Robby’s question put a spark in that little face.

She perked up and nodded, moving the warm blanket on her lap back, to show her pale pink tights and tutu. “I’m gonna be in the nutcracker!” She told Robby confidently. “Oh yeah, what are you gonna do for the show?” He asked, leaning in, placing his elbows on his knees.

“I’m a rat and a petal!” She said excitedly, making Robby laugh at her first role.

“A rat?” He asked, a slight teasing tone stuck in the back of his throat.

“Mmhm, and we get to run on stage and play for a bit.” She explained, making Robby chuckle. “Are you excited to perform?”

Lacey shrugged, “I’ve been a rat before, my grammy said that– that she hopes I'll be a good petal.”

Robby nodded, Lacey tapped her shoes together, “My mommy was Clara when she was little.” Lacey added, making Robby raise a brow. “Who’s clara?” His question made the little girl look at him with wide eyes.

Lacey had explained the nutcracker the best she could as a five year old. Telling Robby how her grandmother owned the ballet studio, and how her grandmother would tell stories to all dancers of her daughter; the prima ballerina.

“I think that when I like ballet.” Lacey concluded.

“Sounds like you’re from a talented family.” Robby complimented, as he went to talk some more a knock on the door made the pair look over to see samira with a middle aged woman beside her.

“Oh buggie, you doing ok?” She rushed over to the five year old who nodded, and smiled.

Robby took the discharge paperwork from samira and handed it to the woman, noticing the woman’s appearance; a ballet studio jacket wrapped around the lady’s waist.

“Vital’s are holding well, she just had a minor headache from the crash but some kids tylenol should fix it, other than that, miss lacey is here is set to go!” Robby smiled down at the little girl who nodded at his words.

“What do you say honey?” The older woman tilted her head towards both samira and robby’s direction. Lacey smiled. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She bowed her head before reaching for the woman to pick her up.

“Um, i called his kids, they should be down here sometime soon.” The woman informed Robby who nodded and smiled at the news.

Robby nodded at the news before smiling to lacey. “You have a good nutcracker show, and be good for your mom!” Robby pointed at the little girl, not seeing her look of confusion as he pointed to her aunt when talking about her mom.

Exiting the room, robby walked back to the staff room for more coffee.

- - - - - - - -

Dana’s eyes widened as the staff elevators opened to show an un-ideal pair, the neurological attending and the top cardiology resident.

Both walking up to the central desk, they both sighed at Dana's look. “What a hellish duo, what poor soul needs both of you..?”

The cardiologist laughed; dr. Joseph laughed, “Your car trauma patient is our dad.”

Dana chuckled before pointing the two in the direction of the room.

“Where’s primadonna?” The neurological attending, dr. Thomas asked. “Running late, like usual..” Both joked before entering the trauma room.

With a heft sigh, robby walked to central and raised an eyebrow as you ran out of the staff elevators, panting as you slid up to central.

“You alright?” Robby asked, noticing the frantic look.

“Yeah, yeah just peachy!” you muttered before making your way to the trauma room, robby following behind you.

As you opened the doors, the two gazes of your brothers landed on you. “There she is..finally.” Thomas playfully scoffed, making you walk over and smack the back of his arm, before smiling down at your father.

"Woah, did they find something I didn’t see?” Robby asked, as he entered the room to see you three surrounding the bed. “Dr. Robby, this is our father.” Joseph smiled at the man’s shocked expression.

“You three?” He motioned for all three of you.

Your father chuckled at robby’s face, “My swimmers make doctors.” He joked, earning groans from all of you three.

“Gross.” Thomas squinted in disgust.

“That’s nasty dad...” You gagged.

“La la la, I don't hear anything!” Joseph covered his ears, shaking his head like a child.

Robby laughed, and patted the older man’s leg. “You make the hospital’s best doctors.” He complimented, you smirked at robby. “Careful robinavitch, sounds like a compliment.” You teased before rubbing your father’s head in comfort. “It might be one..dr. glinda” He teased, neither of you seeing the looks exchanged by your family members

“The question now is, what floor is taking him up?” Robby asked, crossing his arms

“Neurology can take him.” Thomas sighed, making you laugh. “And say what to Gloria, he’s there cause he has a headache?” Your words make Thomas roll his eyes before pushing you lightly.

“I can check if we have a bed available.” Joseph suggested, already reaching for his pager.

“The ICU has an open bed now.” You raised an eyebrow at Robby who made a face of uncertainty. “I think cardiology might be the safest option at least for now.” Robby nodded, waiting as your brother began talking to a nurse.

As you stood next to the trauma bed you froze, Lacey was in the car with him.

“Where’s the other passenger that was with him?” You asked, your panic rising.

Thomas looked up equally as nervous. “She was just released, no abnormalities.” Robby filled you both in, watching as relief washed over you both.

“Marissa took her to the studio with mom, and we have a fresh clean room with dad’s name on it.” Joseph nodded, you bit your lip at the news.

“She’s a brave girl, EMT’s said she escaped her carseat and managed to find your dad’s phone and called for an ambulance.” Robby’s words make you perk up, a small smile on your face.

“Oh babybug..” You muttered, quickly searching for your phone before leaving the room and towards the ambulance bay.

“Is she alright?” Robby asked, a bit worried, both of your brothers nodded. “Yeah, she just needs a minute, perfect time to switch him to our floor.” Joseph shrugged, making Robby chuckle before nodding.

- - - - - - - -

As you walked outside of the ambulance bay, you stopped and sat down by the bushes, scrolling through your contact’s till you spotted your sister in law.

As the phone rang your foot began to tap the cement.

A tiny tap made you glance up and sigh in relief. Lovebug smiled at you, two pieces of paper in her hand, the other had her rabbit.

“Are you ok babybug?” You asked, running your hand over her little head. She nodded, making her tiny pigtails flop. “I wanted to give these to my friends.” she explained, handing you the papers.

Marissa, your sister in law just chuckled. “She refused to leave the parking lot without giving them to someone to give them out.” She explained, earning a chuckle.

You checked over your daughter once more before letting her go. “How did auditions go?” You asked, making lacey giggle loudly. “I’m gonna be a rat and a petal!” She cheered, making you gasp before hugging her tightly. “Oh my goodness, I'm so happy for you!” You laughed.

You sighed, knowing it’d only be a few hours before you’d see lacey again at home. “Ok, i’ll let you and aunt marissa go back to the studio but i’ll pick you up in..about four more hours ok?” You told the little girl who nodded.

She took the paper and showed you each drawing of their names on the back.

“This is for the dr. mohan and this is for dr. robby!” She told you with a serious expression.

You nodded and giggled before waving them off to the parking lot.

Once you saw them very distant, you turned to the hospital and sighed, walking back in.

Robby stood at central, softly smiling at you. “You doing ok?” he asked, lightly bumping you. With a nod you sighed and leaned on the desk. “This is for you.” You handed him the paper, he looked at you confused. “Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go find samira.” You smiled at him before walking away.

Both princess and Perlah sat at central, grinning at each other. “Do you think it's a love note?” Perlah asked in Tagalog

“Has to be..” Princess responded, both watching as Robby's face gained a soft smile.

He leaned against central, opening the folded paper, it had been a semi colored page, flipping it around robby grinned at the drawing.

It was a stick figure of Lacey in a bed with a stick figure of Robby beside her. The squiggly words written on top.

“Thank you dr. robinavitch! - Lacey”

Robby chuckled, the little girl sure knew how to melt hearts, it was easy to tell both you and her were related..even though robby thinks she's your niece…

robby taglist: @nerdgirljen @whatdoesntkillyoumakesyoustrange @snowflames-world @evans-dejong @whimiscalfungiforager @kmc1989 @foolishseven @coffinheartz @itschelseacisneros @rhysology

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the favorite - jack abbot x f!attending!reader

pairing: jack abbot x f!attending!reader

a/n: this is my first jack story and i'm really excited. as a former healthcare worker (nurse!) the pitt changed a lot of things for me and it's my favorite show so far. hope you all like this idea of mine. sorry for any spelling mistakes. english is not my first language.

summary: all the times you were everyone's favorite person and one time you were jack’s person.

one.

you're a ray of sunshine.

that's your thing.

you’re nice, intelligent, competent, kind and still the best part of the day for some people. and you’re smart as hell. she loves it.

your calm energy it’s the reason why you work at the emergency department. people need your calmness around to work. which means you’re the favorite doctor beneath the staff, especially the nurses and med students - you’re their golden girl.

dana loved you for different reasons. your sense of humour, your energy, the way you pay attention to the details. and most because you stay out of trouble.

she never had a problem with you, actually, she was glad they put someone sane and kind to work in that shithole. every shift you showed up with something for the team.

maybe homemade cookies, a cake and even a bread if you feel inspired baking for your people to show how grateful you are for them and to keep the spirits up. thank god it worked every time. perla and princess waited for you in the parking lot a few times just to make sure you got something good.

what they admired the most about you was your strength to defend the nurses from the crazy patients. it doesn’t matter the shift, if someone is fighting with them, you’re the first one to show up and say some things. perla remembered how you got beaten up to defend princess from a perv that was touching her and how you ended up laughing about it with blood all over your nose (jack almost died when he saw you covered in blood - your blood).

“it’s nothing, dana. he was touching her and i don’t appreciate it when men do that. she asked him to stop and he didn’t.” you shrugged and smiled at her. “don’t worry, alright? i would've done it for any of you.”

“kiddo, one of these days you’re going to kill me.”

“no i won’t.” you bolwed her a kiss and she laughed. a relieved laugh. “it’s not my fault i would take a bullet for you guys.”

no one ever questioned your loyalty with the team, everybody knows exactly where’s the limit between respect and bullshit with you. from this day on, she put you under her wing and swore to herself anything that could ever happen to you during a shift was her full responsibility. some days the funniest part of her shift was explaining to abbot how you almost went home with a broken arm to defend them.

two.

robby was his own person and you knew that. he loved the space, the warmth of his own heart and the loneliness. of course you were worried a lot of times.

but for him you were like a breath of fresh air. the way you cracked jokes when you noticed he was this close to snap, when you distracted him for a few minutes with some picture of your cat, even taking him to the morgue just to swear bad words, or when you brought him coffee and chocolate. even when you covered for him for a few minutes so he could cry in peace.

and he loved you a lot for that (and a lot of other reasons, but let’s focus on the main ones).

you never said a word about any of the things he never asked you to do and you've done it either way. he could count on you any moment of the shift just for glancing different at your direction. sometimes you have conversations with your eyes, sometimes you just cursed him under your breath and that was it.

you even scared him a little.

“i don’t want to see you for at least twenty minutes, robinavich. don’t make me yell at you.” you don’t even gleaned at him from the computer. “i got this. go grab something to eat while you cry, i don’t know. call your boyfriend, go watch some babies at peds i want you gone. the kids are my responsibility now.”

“i need to be grown up now, i am literally their boss.” he tried to argue but one look from you was enough.

“if you don’t disappear in the next thirty seconds i’ll call jack and things will be worse.” you got up crossing your arms like a mother.

“jezz, fine. please don’t ground call papa” he rolled his eyes, laughing and walked away from you, disappearing from your sight.

“that’s how you teach grown men to be normal.” you winked at dana who was watching everything mesmerized cause she begged robby to take a break and he didn’t listen.

robby was gone for thirty minutes and no one noticed his absence. when he returned to the nursing station he saw you teaching the med students how to do a proper examination on a normal patient, listening and answering all of the questions they had like a pro.

you got everything covered and he felt good to have someone to help without needing to ask.

that’s why you were his favorite.

three.

the med students loved you. the absolutely worship the ground you walked on. they loved your patience, your mind and especially how you treated them like people. in your mind they were there to learn, which means they'll make some mistakes and that's partially fine as long as they don’t kill anybody.

“she has a masters and a doctorate, guys!” javadi once exclaimed like she found gold at the ED.

at some point you became their confident. you knew every little detail about their life. how withaker was living with santos, how javadi was crushing mateo really bad even how santos struggled with the loss of her friend. mel learned how to open up about her sister's situation and mohan was navigating through the loss of her father even after all this time. you even helped mckay with the legal proceedings for her to have her son back.

you knew everything.

during your shifts you did your best to rotate between them. each day you choose one to watch from close and teach what you know and everyday they fight to decide who stays with you but after dr santos and whitaker dared to start a fist fight robby and dana choose for them.

robby and jack were a little jealous of you, especially because you’re a smooth talker and you charmed everyone who listened.

“it’s unfair how they follow you around like some sort of queen bee.” robby almost cried with his words.

“i heard they have a groupchat with you, is it true?” jack nearly jumps from his seat.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you sipped your coffee.

“oh you know exactly what i’m saying.” he shots back and you laughed hard.

“are you jealous of them? from what i’ve known you don’t even like interns, abbot.”

“yeah, but i like to know what they say about my girl.”

“they call her mama bear, brother.” robby looked at his hands trying to hold a chuckle.

they’re definitely jealous.

you use your time to teach them some valuable lessons. you help them navigate in the transition of becoming a doctor. smoothly and nice, just like you learned.

“you know, santos, i’ll be honest, you need to review your way of talking with people.” you were beside her with crossing arms, watching her stitch a patient.

your voice was hard and soft at the same time.

“i’m only rude to the jerks.” you hold your laugh.

“at one moment you’ll start to see all of them as jerks and this can’t happen.” you warned her softly. “imagined if you’re the one in their position. would you like to be treated like that?”

she stared at you and nodded gently, sighing at your words.

“what if i can’t do that?”

“you will call me and we’ll try a different approach.” you touch her shoulder and squeeze. “i don’t want you to be cold and indifferent. the medicine needs to make you feel something. you’re doing a good thing for someone you like or not.”

they listen to you and they care. if you say something immediately they’ll do it and will make it like their life depends on it.

at your birthday, for example, they made you a cake from scratch and even decorated it with pink frost and a glitter candle. you burst out laughing just for them to do that for you. no one else got a cake, just you.

they even wrote you a small letter.

“thank you for being the best teacher for us. we loved you, mama bear. lots of love and hugs from your students.”

you were really grateful for those kids and they were grateful you’re their teacher.

four.

langdon was a problematic guy. it was no secret. he knew it, you knew it. but he was an exceptional doctor. no discussions about that. it was a fact.

when he first started struggling with his addiction he came to you. something was happening to him and you got it in your heart that in the right moment he would talk.

and he did.

he always talked about his problems with you. he came to talk about his marriage and how scared he was to broke things off with abby, how scared he was of being a shitty father. he viewed you more like an older sister, a protector of him. he liked how you never judged his fears, he liked the way you listened and tried to put some sense into his mind to do the right things.

but this time it was different. it was worse. eating him alive.

you were working a double shift when he found you in the stairs eating a burger in peace. you offered him some and he denied it. the air around him was thick, heavy and sad. he was a broken man and the sight almost broke your heart.

“talk to me, frank.”

“i fucked up.” you nodded, putting your food away to hold his hand.

“heard about it.” he sighed and you could see how embarrassed he was. “you need to get some help. i can’t see you struggling and acting like nothing's wrong. i like you too much to close my eyes and pretend.”

“i’m going to rehab. eleven months.” you smile. “robby is pretty pissed at me.” you both laughed.

“good for you, frank.” your hand find his shoulder “you’re gonna get better. i’ll be there to help you whenever you need someone to talk, to eat burgers or talk shit about our job.the world is pretty fucked and i’m pretty sure you need a chance to make things right from your mistakes, you hear me?”

he nodded feeling a little less lost knowing you’ll be there to help. he wasn’t alone anymore and when he understood he had you by his side, the journey was smoother.

five.

jack abbot was a man of darkness. he worked so much better at night. it was his comfort zone.

until you showed up years ago and messed up this whole dark theme he had planned for himself.

working doubles wasn’t strange to you. you have bills to pay and things to accomplish and no time to waste. you two get along pretty well. more than well, actually. you were unstoppable together and everybody knew that. even walsh recognize you were good. she liked you (a miracle in jack’s view) a lot.

you knew better than to date another doctor. you did this once and ended up in a pretty bad divorce. and with jack? you didn’t care anymore.

he also knew better than to date another doctor. to date anyone actually. but no one was you. no one had a contagious laughter like yours. no one had a brain like yours.

he was pretty sure god, or whatever divine figure, sent you just for him.

the whole ‘soulmate’ story was a lie to him, until it wasn’t. you definitely was his soulmate. his favorite person.

his person.

from the quiet drive home after a shift. from the warmth of your body curled around him. even your cold feet touching his feet in the middle of the night.

falling for you was so easy if you like to observe things from a closer perspective. he noticed how you always have something red when you work the night shift and how you have something green at the day shift. he noticed you liked your coffee sweet for normal shifts and how you drink your coffee black at night.

he observes how you treat everyone, how you greet them with a bright smile and the coziest hugs even on your worst day. he could spend hours watching you talk (he does that everytime you pick an online class to teach) or breathe (he watched your sleep like a crazy psycho).

you’re his person when you grab him coffee without him asking, when you sneak a sweet in the pocket of his scrubs. when you catch his gaze from across the room. when you start rambling about some gossip you heard through dana. when you talk to yourself trying to remember the article you just published.

to be loved is to be seen and he sees you.

you’re his person when he knows you’re his.

he knows you are his girl when you’re sitting in his bed with his shirt and his socks, messy bun, glasses, computer on your lap, cup of tea in the nightstand and his dog laying at your feet waiting for you to move. the comfortable silence. the white noise of the television playing something he lost track of what it was. it’s when he looks at you like you’re his salvation from the darkness. it’s the words that come through his mind when he writes you a letter or a note.

“i think i’m going crazy.” you whisper looking at him for a second.

“where is this coming from?” he chuckled.

‘just checking if you agree or not.” you winked and he laughed hard.

“pretty funny until you start accusing me of madness.”

“i could never! it was one time, c’mon.” he took your glasses and held your face.

“you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen.” love. that was love from him.

he doesn’t feel bad showing you who he really is. you’ve seen him, really seen him. you love him for who he is, good baggage or bad. you love his mean remarks, his type of affection. you love how he is quiet. you love how he balances his life going to therapy, talking to someone. you find it funny how he tries to hide a smile when you compliment him. how he flustered when you kiss him in public. how he loves when you bake cookies for him.

“i loved your brownies. did you put some coffee this time? best one so far. love you. -j”

to be loved is to be seen and you see him.

it’s the hope of a future he know it’s worth fighting for because you’re his person. you’re his present.

the kind of love that doesn't need words to be there (but he has a ring in his drawer waiting for the right moment).

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The beginning of the end.

Poly! Abbot x FormerBAU!F!Reader x Robby. <3

Sum: An average day at works takes a turn for the worst, as Pittfest comes to greet you with a gun. OneShot!

(This story is separate from my other BAU x Pitt works and features my attempt at my Asks/Requests for BadassBAU!Reader! I hope it was worth the wait and please read the warnings my duckies! <3)

CW: TGun violence against you and the pitt shooter, talks of killing and saving people by killing them. M/M/F, Pittfest, you're a second year resident so agegap relationships and power dynamics. A small bit of smut, daddy kink, and descriptions of body parts at the end. Very brief mentions of overdosing, a hand in a blender, Myrna. Implications of you tricking the unsub by agreeing to said crazy talk. F!Reader - mentions of you being smart, kid as a nickname by our two men. MDNI

As you're getting ready for your shift, you can't help but think about how different your life is now.

The Pitt, as Robby affectionately called it, was grueling. On your first day, you had seen two people overdosing, someone's hand stuck in a blender, and met Myrna, who decided you'd your pretty face was worth switching sides for a night or two.

Sighing, you couldn't help but laugh as you thought about how being a second-year resident was no different from being in the BAU.

Least I don't have to worry about serial killers with too much time on their hands planing their revenge on me, you think with a snort.

While you still kept in close touch with everyone back at Quantico, even offering advice and help when needed, you wouldn't go back unless you absolutely had to. Sides, what would your favorite grumpy attendings do with you? You giggle, thinking about Dr. Abbot and Dr. Robby.

You had grown close to them, finding comfort in their presence. They reminded you of the best parts of Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, and Derek. When your feelings had turned romantic for the both of them, you really didn't know what to do, confiding in Spencer and Penelope. They encouraged you to try, but fear stops you, not wanting to ruin what you had.

It was enough, knowing they shared little laughs with you in rare downtimes, how they took turns being your coffee or secretly walking you to and from work. If they asked for more, you'd give it to them immediately.

But nothing goes on the Pitt without Perlah and Princess knowing, so you can only imagine what the betting sheet looks like. Most of the day shift argued you'll end up with Robby, while the night shift was rooting for Abbot.

——

As you head in, you can already sense this was going to be a tough day shift. Sailing you up to the roof, spot your favorite old man duo.

"Room for one more?" You ask, joining them.

"For you, baby? Always," Abbot smirks out, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the sadness in his eyes.

You quietly move in between them as Abbot grabs you firmly. Face buried into your hair, taking in your sweet scent, before passing you to Robby. Giggling lightly, you hang off Robby as he gives you a squeeze.

"Everything okay?" You ask, glancing at the two and noting the letter in Robby's hand.

"Just your usual existential crisis. Let's go, kid."

——

The three of you head down as you take note of the already drowning patient board, and group of new doctors in front of the nurses' station.

"We've got new students," Robby informs you as he leads you to them, leaving Abbot behind to chart. Your hand carefully brushes against his as you walk away, a silent goodbye.

"God help them," you snort out, making Robby huff.

"Alright, welcome to the Pitt. I'm your attending Dr. Robinavitch, but you can call me Dr. Robby. Over here, we have our charge nurse, Dana; she's the one really in charge and will be your best friend here if you want to make it. Your senior residents are Dr. Langdon and Dr. Collins. If you can't find me, you can go to them. If you can't find any of us, you go to Dr.L/N here, or honestly, just go to her anyways," he informs them, placing a large hand on your shoulder, giving it a playful squeeze.

You give a little wave and smile to the new team.

"Careful, Robby. Your favoritism is showing," Dana jokes, watching the two of you and shaking her head.

"Walking HR violations, those two." Collin joins her as they share a teasing look.

Sticking your tongue out, you sigh, glancing at the patient board. "Let's do this, yeah?"

Patient after patient, you barely had a second to breathe. You can tell the day's getting to Robby, as last night had to Abbot. You follow him to the bathroom, pushing him back in when he tries to come out.

"Jesus y/n. What the fuck.” he breaths out as you lock the door, blocking it with your body. "Talk to me, Robby."

He glares at you, unwilling to talk. "Move. Now. I don't have time for this."

"Hey. Please. Don't hide from me." You whisper as you move closer to him.

He drags his hands over his face. "Today, of all days, is fucking shit."

Closing the gap fully, you drag him into your arms. His body shakes as he burrows his head into your neck, arms wrapped around you. His scruff tickles you, just for a second, as his signature scent warms you.

Sighing, he unwillingly lets you go. "Walking HR violation, you know."

Smirking, you watch his brown eyes darken as he takes you in once more. The three of you have been playing this dance for a while, and you wondered once again when the dam will finally break.

——

"So, are they dating?" Santos asks Garcia, Perlah, and Langdon as they work on the same patient. She caught the two leaving the bathroom together, looking a little.. disgruntled to say the least.

"Honestly? That's the running bet. Either him or the night shift attending," Garcia answers, passing her a scalpel.

"Minimum bids $20," Perlah chimes in as Santos asks to be put down for Robby.

——

At some point, you help Whitaker get new scrubs, feeling bad for the kid.

"It's fucking shit day, kid, but you're showing up and trying. We can't ask for more." You say, giving him a clap on the shoulder before walking away.

"She's so cool," he whispers as he joins Mel, Mateo, and Javadi.

"Dr. L/n? She's the coolest and like hella smart. Used to be a therapist, I think, for Quantico or something before coming here." Mateo informs them, nodding your way.

"I feel like I know her from somewhere; I just don't know where," Javadi says as she watches you move with confidence.

"Dude has like five degrees. She's smart like you," Mateo adds, making Javadi blush and stutter.

"She really is cool," Mel adds. She likes you. You and Langdon have easily become her favorites here.

But of course, It was near the end of your shift when everything went wrong.

—-

"We’re a MASH unite now. Old school. That means no fancy X-rays, electronic charting, EKGs, or anything," Abbot orders out, putting on his orange vest.

"How will we chart them then?" McKay asks, raising her hand. Abbot nods her way. "Great question. Everyone gets a patient chart attached to their wrist. Write as you go, and if you run out of room, write on their foreheads."

"Seriously?" Javadi says as Abbot smirks, "Seriously."

“Alright.” Robby claps his hands, getting everyone's attention. "You know your zones, and remember to listen to your zone leaders. Abbot, L/N with me for a second. Everyone else, go."

The group breaks up into their colored zones, tensions running high as they wait. It would be any second now.

Nodding, you join Abbot and Robby, giving the former a hug. "Thank god for you, your crazy scanner, and go bag of like everything."

"Even got your favorite protein bars, kid," making you smile. "Marry me?"

But before either can respond — The ambulance sirens ring loud and true. heart pounding and palms sweating. It was time.

——

It was a fucking mess.

So many victims as you look around. You feel pulled in twenty different directions, but it has to be done. Jake's girlfriend is dead, and Robby is missing. You don't get a second to breathe as you go to help Abbot.

"How do you know so much when you're only a second year?" Santos asks, helping with the red zone as the pink calms down.

"Kids a certified genius," Abbot answers for her, as he performs a tracheostomy. "Call Walsh. This one's ready for surgery."

"Seriously?" She asks. Langdon chimes in as he works next to you guys. "L/Ns got like 4 degrees"

You can't help but smirk "and a nice rack," getting a deep chuck from Abbot.

The two of you notice Robby's back, pulling Whittaker with him. You share a look with Abbot, knowing you'll all be talking soon.

"I've got the next one. Go help Mohan," you tell him as the next victim rolls in.

"Bullet wound in the arm," Shen tells you as you take over.

The guy's lanky with a large black sweater and jeans on. You can tell he's covered in blood despite it bleeding in with the fabric. The hair on the back of your neck stands. You note that the armed police are only outside.

"You with me sir?" you ask as you look his arm over, taking over the pressure.

"Yeah, the guy got me good," he says, avoiding eye contact with you.

"I got you." You carefully let go of the pressure, only to notice it's just a graze. A graze that's way too light to have been from whatever gun was used on everyone else here. You don't stop your movements, eyes traveling to his hands and waist.

"Did you see what happened?" You ask slowly, taking in his jittery frame. Fuck, you think. Your far from the police outside, and he's in perfect range to hurt the most amount of people possible.

"Yeah, I got to see it all." You still for just a second, and it happens.

He grabs you in a headlock, gun out, and presses it to the side of your head in a matter of seconds.

"Nobody move!"

Screams fill the air as you watch your team cover patients with their own bodies, Abbot and Robby rushing towards the center before stopping. Fear. That's the only thing they know now as they watch. Abbot's hands are clenched, knowing that trying anything would put you in a worse position.

The armed guards rush in from the ambulance entrance as the man holding you screams at them to stop.

He's frantic, head whipping from the crowd to the police. His grip on you firm, squeezing you tightly to the gun.

"Move, and I'll blow her fucking brains out," he orders, panting heavily. You can feel his body shake.

"Who the fucks in charge," the shooter continues. As Robby slowly raises his hand, Abbot beside him.

"Let's talk. It's alright, nobodys gonna move," holding eye contact with him.

"How many"

"How many what." Robby demands.

"How many did I fucking kill" the shooter spits out.

Robby swallows, not wanting to answer, so you answer for him.

"Six," you whisper as he looks down at you, moving the gun to your temple.

Whimpers fill the room as everyone watches in horror. From the corner of your eyes, you can see Abbot take a step closer before the shooter starts laughing hysterically.

"Six? All those fucking guns. All that time planning. Shooting myself in the arm to kill fucking six?? You were all supposed to die. I was supposed to save everyone, but you ruined it," he screams out at the end, and you can tell he's losing control rapidly.

You needed to act fast. You needed him to loosen his grip, just for a second.

"I know they did", you whisper calmly to him as he stares you down again. His eyes are wild, wide, and blown.

"You were going to save all of us? Weren't you?" You continue softly. He nods, looking unsure for the first time.

"You can still save us. I see you. You're who we needed, who I needed all along," you say, turning fully into his embrace. Your hand creeps slowly up his chest, trying not to spook him.

You hear terrified gasps in the background but ignore them, focusing solely on the unsub.

"That's right, that's right," he whispers. "You see me?"

You smile innocently at him, pushing your head further against the gun for just a second.

"I see you."

There.

His hold loosens as his mind wanders, but you got him.

Quickly, you move, stomping on his foot as your hands grand the gun and his wrist, twisting it harshly like Hotch taught you.

The shooter screams in pain as you rip the gun out and pistol whip him before dropping the gun and kicking it to Abbot -- Who quickly dismantles it.

"Unsub down!" You call out.

The police run in as you back away from the shooter arms up in the air.

——

You're silent. The police chief, someone you had worked with before, just finished interviewing you as you manage to avoid everyone. Up on the roof, you finally breathe. You feel the adrenaline leaving your body as you lean against the rail.

"Room for two more?"

Looking back, you see Abbot and Robby. Their eyes rimmed red, exhaustion deep in their bones. The three of you pause before Abbot breaks the spell, striding to you.

His hands grasp your head, forcing you to make eye contact. "You ever try to do that again? I'll fucking hog tie you down. Fuck, I'm so mad and proud," your eyes teary as you stare into his.

"Can you hog tie me anyways?"

"This girl," you hear Robby laugh out as Abbot buries his head onto the top of your head. Robby moves to join you two as your squished between them. It feels like hours have passed.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Robby asks, after making sure you're actually okay.

"Remember I used to work for the FBI?"

They give you a blank stare.

"You were a therapist?"

Snorting, you shake your head. "You guys just assumed I was! I was with the BAU for a long time."

The blank stares continue.

Robby opens his mouth and then stops. "So… not a therapist."

"No!, you sexist old men!," laughing as Abbot pushes you.

"I'll show you old," he continues, grabbing you by the waist. He shares a look with Robby over your head, getting a nod back before leaning down to do something he's been waiting months for.

His kiss shocks you to the core. Lips warm, a little chapped but it's perfect, like him. Controlled and demanding obedience. You whimper into it as it feels, his fingers digging into your side and hardening cock against your tummy.

Letting go, you look at him and then Robby before he finally moves. He leans down, kissing you in a way that's fully Robby. Moments later, he lets you go.

The men stare at each other, you in between them again. You watch as their heads tilt towards each other, sharing their first passionate kiss. Another whimper escapes you as your core heats up. They're fucking perfect, you think.

Abbot clears his throat. "We should go home together." He stares you both down in a way that only Abbot does.

Giggling, you agree, as Robby's ears and neck turn red. "Let's close shop first? Then mine, Yeah?"

——

To your embarrassment, claps fill the air as you reenter the ED. Dana hugs you first. "Don't ever do that again."

Smiling, you feel relieved. "Don't really plan on it."

Your heart swells at how worried everyone was, a part of you was nervous they would have taken your crazy words to the shooter for real.

Javadi is the first to put it together.

"Holy fuck your y/n l/n!!! The Y/N L/N from the freaking BAU!! You work with David Rossi and the FBI!!!" She's in shock, having been a fan of the team, and couldn't believe she didn't put it together sooner. You looked different t in your cute scrubs, having usually seen you heels and power suits.

"I thought you were a therapist!!" Landon questions before you raise your hands in defense.

"You guys just assumed! I'm retired BAU!"

"You're too young to be retired from anything!!" He argues back, giving you a hug. "I will bite you!!!" You growl back as you both laugh. He hugs you firmly, thanking you quietly.

The two of you have always had a brother-sister relationship, and you're glad it's not going anywhere, even with his current problems.

“Alright, alright, let my girl breathe," Robby

"My girl," Princess whispers to Perla's in Tagalog excitedly! But Perlah shakes her head as she points out the way Abbot is looking at you.

"But we have questions!!,” someone calls out.

Laughing, you agree to answer a few.

"What's David Rossi like!" Victoria blushes out as you giggle.

"As charming as you think but way too old for you," you smirked at her.

"How did you stop him, the shooter?" Whittaker asks.

"It's something I'm trained for, so for the love of god, please never try that on anyone for any reason." You look at your coworkers firmly.

A sigh escapes you as you answer a few more questions about your time at the BAU. Yes, you know how to use a gun and caught some bad guys. Finally, Abbot called it quits for you and drags you back to the locker with Robby.

He grabs your bag for you, and you smile gratefully. As you leave the building, it's almost shocking how normal it is again. A room full of new patients waiting, with Myrna asking to see Abbot biblically later.

Giggling, you follow the two men home.

——

Robby's place is a quick walk. It's spacious, for just him. Neat, cozy, and almost exactly what you pictured. Photos of him, Jake, his family, and your nights out with the rest of the staff. You try not to analyze him, a part of you that's hard to stop.

You're unsure of what this means for the three of you, but you're willing to try.

"Shower?" Robby grunts out before he nods. He leads the three of you to a bathroom with a large walk-in shower.

Abbot swallows as he notices a shower bench and wall handles, his heart squeezing. "Those?…" he nods towards it.

"Yeah" Robby smiles gently, "Got crutches and Y/Ns favorite soaps too" and for once, Abbot is stunned silent. He places a soft kiss on Robby's lips, before stripping his shirt off.

You watch them, heart swelling with love and need. Their bodies are still hard from the demands of your profession. Their shirts are off before they help you with yours.

"Arms up, baby", Abbot commands as Robby removes your shirt. Your bra, pants, and undies are next. Their eyes dark with desire as they take you in.

"Fucking beautiful baby," Abbot groans, his fingers ghosting over you.

"Could watch you all day pretty girl" Robby's brown eyes taking in every inch, as he tries to ignore his rapidly growing cock.

"Shower first, please." you tiredly laugh out.

You help Abbot with his leg as he settles on the bench. You try not to stare at his salt-and-pepper happy trail, large thighs, or swelling cock.

Robby turns on the water as you help each other bathe. The water and soap feels cleansing, like a new beginning for the three of you.

——

Making your way into Robby's bedroom, the three of you lay on his bed. It's a tight fit, but its perfect.

Kisses are traded as fingers continue to feel, group, and touch. It's all so new and overwhelming, but you refused to stop. You need them now.

Abbot sits up, leaning against the headboard, and settles you into his lap. You can't help but whine and grind your ass against his cock. It's large and thick at the base, while Robby's is just a little longer.

"Naughty little girl, wanting us to take care of that perfect wet pussy huh?" He whispers in your ear as Robby spreads your legs open, kissing his way down from your thighs.

"Please, Daddy," you whimper out, having to stop yourself from humping the air. Their groans fill the room as your words sink in.

"We got you, baby, we got you. Gonna fill you all night long, we promise.”

The night was the first of many in your unconventional relationship and one the three of you would never forget.

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