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As an eldest daughter, I love this so much…

had a lil robby thought and this can be applied to your sacraments series if you like (i read penance today and gosh you’re too good!) but he’s been with you for ages now like basically married but you still get that feeling that you must do everything yourself, like you just can’t stop being independent yknow? eldest daughter syndrome ig, but robby always makes it a big deal when you do things like bringing heavy bags of groceries in yourself or even doing the laundry when he said countless times he’ll do it - he just Cares and it makes me sick!!!

thank you so much i'm so glad you liked penance!! hehe we can imagine it is sacraments!reader if you like, walk with me, walk with me...

The last thing you wanted to do when you got off shift was go to the grocery store, but you and Robby had been neglecting to make a run, pushing it off for days and days and now you knew there was nothing to eat at home and you were starving. So begrudgingly, you pulled into the parking lot, made the rounds down each aisle, made sure you grabbed the necessities you had run out of, coffee, bananas, milk, eggs. You made sure to grab your favorite frozen pizza because there was no way you were cooking tonight, and you grabbed some of Robby's favorite snacks as well.

It took you about an hour to make sure you got everything and when you finally pulled up at home, you were so exhausted, you think about calling Robby to help you bring in the groceries. But, deciding against it, you grab as many bags as you possibly can and begin trudging up the stairs.

Fumbling with the lock, you curse, before the door is opening and Robby's standing in front of you, confused look on his face as takes in the bags both in your arms and under your eyes, "Honey, what the fuck is this?" He asked, taking the bags from your arms.

"What does it look like? I stopped for groceries on the way home. I know we didn't have--" You stopped short as the smell from inside the apartment hit you, "Is that--? Are you cooking?"

He scoffed incredulously, "I told you I would pick up groceries today, it's my day off."

"Yeah," you turned to begin walking to the car to get the rest of the groceries and Robby followed, "I know, I just thought..."

"You thought I wouldn't do it?" He scooped the remaining bags out of your arms, seemingly annoyed and offended that you would even try carrying them, "Well, I guess we'll just have two of everything for a while."

You sighed and followed him back upstairs, "I'm sorry, I forgot you said you'd go today, honest."

"Even if I hadn't said it," He placed the rest of the groceries on the counter, "You wouldn't have even considered texting or calling me to ask me to do it for you, would you? Even though you were exhausted?"

You bit your lip as you looked at him. He was a bit annoyed, you knew. It wasn't the first time you had done something like this. Conveniently forgotten he had said he would do something and opting to do it yourself, "Are you making bolognese?" You asked quietly, an attempt at changing the subject.

He sighed and turned to the stove, took a wooden spoon and stirred the sauce that was cooking in the dutch oven, "I found your mother's recipe in that old tin box you have with those recipe cards. It was supposed to be a surprise."

You sidled up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back, "Thank you," you said softly, and felt the tension of the day begin to ebb out of your body, "I love you."

"I love you, too," he said, "but if you even think about touching the laundry tomorrow, we're gonna have to fight about it."

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…I’m screaming

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The fact that my content on my other socials has just been jumping back and forth from Star Wars to cute blind boxes, really sums up who I am as a person, I think.

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In Every Youniverse : Reed Richards

Fandom: Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Pedro Pascal's Characters x F!Reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Reed struggles with your loss and tries to bring you back. Turns out, there are forces bigger than him that don’t like that. But they show him that, you and he are intertwined in many universes.

A/N: NO TAGLISTS WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES!

Series Masterlist

You and Reed just weren't meant to be. There had always been a back and forth between you two. A "will they, won't they" kind of situation. The timing was never right and then...you introduced him to Sue.

Everything changed after that, but you couldn't fault him for falling for Sue. She was brilliant, caring, compassionate, strong. If it wasn't you that could be with him, then Sue was the perfect match.

So you became a side character in their story. You became a background character, by choice.

When they came back from that space mission as changed people, you faded further into the background. Reed taking everything by stride, leaving you behind in the dust. But you still stood by him, even when he kept leaving you behind. Guess that's what love does to some people...

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The plan to defeat Galactus had to work. It had to, for the safety of your world, for the safety of Franklin. It had to. When you and Reed built those portals, surely it had to work.

Then it all came crumbling down. You were losing, terribly so. You watched from the top of a nearby building to be the eyes for the team.

"He knows! He's on his way to Franklin!" you cry out as you peer through the binoculars. Galactus heading towards the Baxter building.

Johnny, Ben, Sue, and Reed all do their best to stop Galactus. During the fight, Galactus falls into the building you were stationed at. You try to jump to the neighboring roof, but the building collapses quick.

Your eyes widen as you fall but see Reed dive off the same building and extend himself to you. You reach for his lengthened hands and grasp onto him.

"I got you!" Reed says as he tries to pull you up.

Then, in the comms, you hear Sue cry out in pain. Reed's head shoots towards her. She's fighting off Galactus by herself.

You already see the struggle in Reed's eyes.

"Go," you say, "Save your family."

"What-"

"I love you, Reed," you say before letting go of his hands.

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He’s ridden with guilt and regret. He's supposed to be the smartest man alive. He's Mister Fantastic and yet....he couldn't save you. It was either you or Sue and before he could even make a choice, you made it for him. You sacrificed yourself so he could save his family. They may have won, but at the cost of your life. Reed couldn't shake it.

He had to figure out how to bring you back. Surely there was a way. Again, he's the smartest man alive. He was able to make a portal to transport some intergalactic god. He can figure out a way to go back in time and save you. He had to.

It's all he can focus on now. Sue, Ben, and Johnny have all tried to get through to him, but they can't. Before them, there was you and he failed you. He has to make it right.

So there Reed is now, a late night at his chalkboard writing and re-writing various equations on how to turn his portal into a time machine.

He's close. He knows he is.

He's going to do this. He's going to save you.

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"Reed. Pst! Reed."

Reed's brows furrow as he slowly comes to. His eyes flutter open, but his vision is blurry. He groans as he sits up from where he fell asleep at his workstation. He rubs his eyes and looks up at who was calling him.

There you stand before him, donning a white blouse and navy pencil skirt.

Reed looks at you confused, "I'm dreaming. I'm still asleep and I'm dreaming."

You give him a shy smile, "Afraid not."

"You're dead. I watched you die. I-"

You shake your head, "Y/N from this universe died, but I'm from a different universe and very much alive."

"A different universe. That's-So time travel does exist?"

You shrug, "Yes, as well as the multiverse."

Reed straightens up, "I have so many questions-"

"And I'll answer them the best that I can. However," you hold up your wrist and tap onto a device attached to it. An orange doorway appears and opens beside you, "I need you to follow me."

He hesitates, "Why? What will you do to me?"

You shake your head, "Nothing. I just want to show you why you need to stop pursuing this time travel endeavor." You hold out your hand and Reed stares at it. You give him a soft smile, "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

Reed slowly reaches out and places his hand in yours. You pull him through the portal and he's transported to an office of sorts.

There are screens scattered across a wall, cubicles surround him. He looks around in awe and asks, "Where are we?"

You smile brightly, "Welcome to the TVA, Reed Richards."

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In Every Youniverse : Reed Richards

Fandom: Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Pedro Pascal's Characters x F!Reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Reed struggles with your loss and tries to bring you back. Turns out, there are forces bigger than him that don’t like that. But they show him that, you and he are intertwined in many universes.

A/N: NO TAGLISTS WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES!

Series Masterlist

You and Reed just weren't meant to be. There had always been a back and forth between you two. A "will they, won't they" kind of situation. The timing was never right and then...you introduced him to Sue.

Everything changed after that, but you couldn't fault him for falling for Sue. She was brilliant, caring, compassionate, strong. If it wasn't you that could be with him, then Sue was the perfect match.

So you became a side character in their story. You became a background character, by choice.

When they came back from that space mission as changed people, you faded further into the background. Reed taking everything by stride, leaving you behind in the dust. But you still stood by him, even when he kept leaving you behind. Guess that's what love does to some people...

______________________

The plan to defeat Galactus had to work. It had to, for the safety of your world, for the safety of Franklin. It had to. When you and Reed built those portals, surely it had to work.

Then it all came crumbling down. You were losing, terribly so. You watched from the top of a nearby building to be the eyes for the team.

"He knows! He's on his way to Franklin!" you cry out as you peer through the binoculars. Galactus heading towards the Baxter building.

Johnny, Ben, Sue, and Reed all do their best to stop Galactus. During the fight, Galactus falls into the building you were stationed at. You try to jump to the neighboring roof, but the building collapses quick.

Your eyes widen as you fall but see Reed dive off the same building and extend himself to you. You reach for his lengthened hands and grasp onto him.

"I got you!" Reed says as he tries to pull you up.

Then, in the comms, you hear Sue cry out in pain. Reed's head shoots towards her. She's fighting off Galactus by herself.

You already see the struggle in Reed's eyes.

"Go," you say, "Save your family."

"What-"

"I love you, Reed," you say before letting go of his hands.

________________

He’s ridden with guilt and regret. He's supposed to be the smartest man alive. He's Mister Fantastic and yet....he couldn't save you. It was either you or Sue and before he could even make a choice, you made it for him. You sacrificed yourself so he could save his family. They may have won, but at the cost of your life. Reed couldn't shake it.

He had to figure out how to bring you back. Surely there was a way. Again, he's the smartest man alive. He was able to make a portal to transport some intergalactic god. He can figure out a way to go back in time and save you. He had to.

It's all he can focus on now. Sue, Ben, and Johnny have all tried to get through to him, but they can't. Before them, there was you and he failed you. He has to make it right.

So there Reed is now, a late night at his chalkboard writing and re-writing various equations on how to turn his portal into a time machine.

He's close. He knows he is.

He's going to do this. He's going to save you.

_________________

"Reed. Pst! Reed."

Reed's brows furrow as he slowly comes to. His eyes flutter open, but his vision is blurry. He groans as he sits up from where he fell asleep at his workstation. He rubs his eyes and looks up at who was calling him.

There you stand before him, donning a white blouse and navy pencil skirt.

Reed looks at you confused, "I'm dreaming. I'm still asleep and I'm dreaming."

You give him a shy smile, "Afraid not."

"You're dead. I watched you die. I-"

You shake your head, "Y/N from this universe died, but I'm from a different universe and very much alive."

"A different universe. That's-So time travel does exist?"

You shrug, "Yes, as well as the multiverse."

Reed straightens up, "I have so many questions-"

"And I'll answer them the best that I can. However," you hold up your wrist and tap onto a device attached to it. An orange doorway appears and opens beside you, "I need you to follow me."

He hesitates, "Why? What will you do to me?"

You shake your head, "Nothing. I just want to show you why you need to stop pursuing this time travel endeavor." You hold out your hand and Reed stares at it. You give him a soft smile, "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

Reed slowly reaches out and places his hand in yours. You pull him through the portal and he's transported to an office of sorts.

There are screens scattered across a wall, cubicles surround him. He looks around in awe and asks, "Where are we?"

You smile brightly, "Welcome to the TVA, Reed Richards."

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In Every Youniverse : Reed Richards

Fandom: Pedro Pascal

Pairing: Pedro Pascal's Characters x F!Reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Reed struggles with your loss and tries to bring you back. Turns out, there are forces bigger than him that don’t like that. But they show him that, you and he are intertwined in many universes.

A/N: NO TAGLISTS WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES!

Series Masterlist

You and Reed just weren't meant to be. There had always been a back and forth between you two. A "will they, won't they" kind of situation. The timing was never right and then...you introduced him to Sue.

Everything changed after that, but you couldn't fault him for falling for Sue. She was brilliant, caring, compassionate, strong. If it wasn't you that could be with him, then Sue was the perfect match.

So you became a side character in their story. You became a background character, by choice.

When they came back from that space mission as changed people, you faded further into the background. Reed taking everything by stride, leaving you behind in the dust. But you still stood by him, even when he kept leaving you behind. Guess that's what love does to some people...

______________________

The plan to defeat Galactus had to work. It had to, for the safety of your world, for the safety of Franklin. It had to. When you and Reed built those portals, surely it had to work.

Then it all came crumbling down. You were losing, terribly so. You watched from the top of a nearby building to be the eyes for the team.

"He knows! He's on his way to Franklin!" you cry out as you peer through the binoculars. Galactus heading towards the Baxter building.

Johnny, Ben, Sue, and Reed all do their best to stop Galactus. During the fight, Galactus falls into the building you were stationed at. You try to jump to the neighboring roof, but the building collapses quick.

Your eyes widen as you fall but see Reed dive off the same building and extend himself to you. You reach for his lengthened hands and grasp onto him.

"I got you!" Reed says as he tries to pull you up.

Then, in the comms, you hear Sue cry out in pain. Reed's head shoots towards her. She's fighting off Galactus by herself.

You already see the struggle in Reed's eyes.

"Go," you say, "Save your family."

"What-"

"I love you, Reed," you say before letting go of his hands.

________________

He’s ridden with guilt and regret. He's supposed to be the smartest man alive. He's Mister Fantastic and yet....he couldn't save you. It was either you or Sue and before he could even make a choice, you made it for him. You sacrificed yourself so he could save his family. They may have won, but at the cost of your life. Reed couldn't shake it.

He had to figure out how to bring you back. Surely there was a way. Again, he's the smartest man alive. He was able to make a portal to transport some intergalactic god. He can figure out a way to go back in time and save you. He had to.

It's all he can focus on now. Sue, Ben, and Johnny have all tried to get through to him, but they can't. Before them, there was you and he failed you. He has to make it right.

So there Reed is now, a late night at his chalkboard writing and re-writing various equations on how to turn his portal into a time machine.

He's close. He knows he is.

He's going to do this. He's going to save you.

_________________

"Reed. Pst! Reed."

Reed's brows furrow as he slowly comes to. His eyes flutter open, but his vision is blurry. He groans as he sits up from where he fell asleep at his workstation. He rubs his eyes and looks up at who was calling him.

There you stand before him, donning a white blouse and navy pencil skirt.

Reed looks at you confused, "I'm dreaming. I'm still asleep and I'm dreaming."

You give him a shy smile, "Afraid not."

"You're dead. I watched you die. I-"

You shake your head, "Y/N from this universe died, but I'm from a different universe and very much alive."

"A different universe. That's-So time travel does exist?"

You shrug, "Yes, as well as the multiverse."

Reed straightens up, "I have so many questions-"

"And I'll answer them the best that I can. However," you hold up your wrist and tap onto a device attached to it. An orange doorway appears and opens beside you, "I need you to follow me."

He hesitates, "Why? What will you do to me?"

You shake your head, "Nothing. I just want to show you why you need to stop pursuing this time travel endeavor." You hold out your hand and Reed stares at it. You give him a soft smile, "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

Reed slowly reaches out and places his hand in yours. You pull him through the portal and he's transported to an office of sorts.

There are screens scattered across a wall, cubicles surround him. He looks around in awe and asks, "Where are we?"

You smile brightly, "Welcome to the TVA, Reed Richards."

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Fandom: Pedro Pascal

Pairing: so many

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Reed struggles with your loss and tries to bring you back. Turns out, there are forces bigger than him that don’t like that. But they show him that, you and he are intertwined in many universes.

Reed Richards

Oberyn Martell

Dave York

Marcus Moreno

Din Djarin

Marcus Acacius

Joel Miller

Dieter Bravo

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Javier Gutierrez

Francisco "Catfish" Morales

Reed Richards

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Oscar Isaac's Version Here

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NO TAGLISTS WILL BE AVAILABLE FOR THIS SERIES!

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I love my bag charms. 😂

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I went grocery shopping and I knew I had to get this one.

Yeeess!! I made a tiktok on how you can turn the label into a keychain! A good way to save the artwork but not have the bottle take up space!

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A Handful

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Robby x GN!Reader

Summary: A patient flirts with Robby and you hear about it.

A/N: basically Robby’s version of Dr. Clueless

The Pitt Masterlist

Princess watches Robby finish suturing up a patient after Javadi couldn’t keep her hands steady. The patient, a woman around your age, smiles up at Robby, “Looks like you’re really good with your hands, doc,” she says with a smirk.

Princess and Javadi’s brows raise as Robby blushes, “Uh, thanks. Anyway, don’t change the gauze unless it bleeds through. Keep it dry as best as you can. Again, sorry for the wait.”

He stands to leave but the woman speaks again, “The wait to get treated is definitely worth it if you’re the one taking care of me, doc.”

Princess rolls her eyes and Robby blushes. He gives a polite smile and nods, “Take care.” and exits the room.

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When you run into Princess at the cafeteria, she relays some very interesting information to you. So when you meet up with Robby after both of your shifts, you smirk at him.

“So…I hear you’re good with your hands.”

He groans and hangs his head low, “Did Princess tell you?”

You giggle, “Yup. She keeps an eye on you for me.” When Robby looks back up, you have a mischievous glint in your eye, “Was she pretty?”

He shakes his head, “I’m not doing this with you,” and he begins to walk away from you and the hospital.

You laugh, chasing after him, “Oh come on, Michael! I’m just teasing! I think it’s cute and funny that patients are flirting with you!”

You walk in step with him to your shared home, “Seriously, honey, I’m not upset or anything by it. I’m more amused at the fact that her comment supposedly made you blush as red as a tomato!”

Robby shakes his head, mumbling, “You’re such a menace.”

“Not as much as you, Doctor Handsy,” you quip with an elbow nudge.

Robby continues to shake his head, all the while slipping his hand into yours as you both walk back home. You’re a menace, but you’re his menace.

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A Handful

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Robby x GN!Reader

Summary: A patient flirts with Robby and you hear about it.

A/N: basically Robby’s version of Dr. Clueless

The Pitt Masterlist

Princess watches Robby finish suturing up a patient after Javadi couldn’t keep her hands steady. The patient, a woman around your age, smiles up at Robby, “Looks like you’re really good with your hands, doc,” she says with a smirk.

Princess and Javadi’s brows raise as Robby blushes, “Uh, thanks. Anyway, don’t change the gauze unless it bleeds through. Keep it dry as best as you can. Again, sorry for the wait.”

He stands to leave but the woman speaks again, “The wait to get treated is definitely worth it if you’re the one taking care of me, doc.”

Princess rolls her eyes and Robby blushes. He gives a polite smile and nods, “Take care.” and exits the room.

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When you run into Princess at the cafeteria, she relays some very interesting information to you. So when you meet up with Robby after both of your shifts, you smirk at him.

“So…I hear you’re good with your hands.”

He groans and hangs his head low, “Did Princess tell you?”

You giggle, “Yup. She keeps an eye on you for me.” When Robby looks back up, you have a mischievous glint in your eye, “Was she pretty?”

He shakes his head, “I’m not doing this with you,” and he begins to walk away from you and the hospital.

You laugh, chasing after him, “Oh come on, Michael! I’m just teasing! I think it’s cute and funny that patients are flirting with you!”

You walk in step with him to your shared home, “Seriously, honey, I’m not upset or anything by it. I’m more amused at the fact that her comment supposedly made you blush as red as a tomato!”

Robby shakes his head, mumbling, “You’re such a menace.”

“Not as much as you, Doctor Handsy,” you quip with an elbow nudge.

Robby continues to shake his head, all the while slipping his hand into yours as you both walk back home. You’re a menace, but you’re his menace.

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HOW DARE YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THIS

From Eden - Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Reader

Summary: After years of restraint, he finally gives in to temptation--to the forbidden longing between him and you. It was heavenly, sacred, profane. Until the next day, when he tells you it was a mistake.

Inspired by From Eden by Hozier and exile by Taylor Swift

Warnings: smut (18+ only), fem!reader, piv, oral (f receiving), male masturbation, resident/attending relationship, power imbalance, age gap, Robby self-sabotaging, angst, religious imagery, medical inaccuracies, no use of y/n, reader is described as smaller than Robby but no specific or further descriptions

WC: 6.5k

Notes: Hiii, back on here on my angsty shit. This is part 1 of 2. There’s something about exploring tortured and sad boi Robby. Like why are you doing this to yourself??

Michael Robinavitch never really believed in bullshit bureaucratic rules. He hated anything having to do with paperwork, administration, and red tape. All he wanted to do was treat patients—the only thing he actually cared about—and hospital politics got in the way of that. He believed in being stoic and clinical, focused and unwavering in the ethics of his work—a true professional; there to help save lives and teach others to do the same. 

Which is why meeting you felt like he had been sucker punched in the kidneys. 

You shifted the earth beneath his very feet. You made him question his morals and made him second-guess every interaction he had with you. The moment he met you, the world tilted on its axis until it orbited around you–only you. You were young, wide-eyed, and eager to learn. He quickly considered you one of his best residents. 

It was clear from your first week that you were meant to be an ER doctor. That was not a thought he often had about the people who would rotate into his ER. It takes a special kind of person to navigate the intricacies and difficulties of working in healthcare, let alone the emergency room. But you did. Without complaint. You thrived in the chaos, seemed to almost revel in it. You were hard-working, with a mind as sharp as knives and an unfaltering determination, attention to detail, and an impossibly high standard for your quality of work. 

And you worked well together. It was obvious to him, so he assumed everyone else also thought the same. He was patient and thorough with teaching you, and you were a quick learner. He enjoyed walking you through procedures and watching how your brilliant mind worked. He was the wind in your sails. 

That’s what he told himself, at first. He was just impressed with how intelligent you were. Nothing to do with how stunning you were, or how you were the only one who could get a real smile out of him on the bad days. He ignored the way your smile made his insides feel like he was melting and how irrationally upset he would get when that smile was directed at anyone other than him. He ignored the scent of your shampoo and how it lingered in his mind for hours, and he ignored his disappointment when he could no longer smell it. Ignorance is bliss.

But after two years of suffering through your presence, it was impossible to deny. His heart sped up when you were near, his mouth dried, and all he could think about was how soft your skin would feel and the taste of your lips. 

And you were not helping. 

Nothing you did in particular was ever inappropriate or made him think you saw him as anything more than your attending. But there was just something about you. The way you carried yourself and spoke to him made him feel like he had known you for years. You were warm, and bold, and steady–a force that made the chaos of every day feel a little more manageable. 

And that felt very risky. 

He remained professional. There were never accusations of favoritism. But he saw the looks Jack and Dana gave to each other when they would catch him staring at you. 

The line you both walked was thin and flimsy, and he knew it was a matter of time before it completely snapped. 

It still came as a surprise when it finally did. 

It had been a long day. 

His head was pounding, and his neck and shoulders felt stiff from being on his feet for hours. His mind was racing, as it usually did after a particularly hard day. He knew he should be going home, but he found himself in the elevator heading up to the one peaceful place in the hospital. 

He stepped out onto the roof, making his way to the railing, looking out to the setting sun. He sighed and shook his head, trying to rid the racing thoughts from his head. 

“Dr. Robby?”

He nearly jumped in surprise, turning and seeing you stepping onto the roof. 

“Nearly gave me a heart attack, kid,” he joked, eyes still fixed on you.  

You smirked, though the mirth in your smile did not meet your eyes. “Sorry. I know that can be dangerous at your old age.”

He playfully glared at you and you chuckled, making your way towards the railing. You stood next to him, a healthy distance between you. The silence was comfortable, both of you ruminating in your thoughts. You had lost a patient, not even an hour ago. A patient who you had managed to stabilize, but still crashed due to a hidden blood clot that travelled to his heart. 

He looked at you and your eyes shimmered, sad and contemplative. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” he said, his voice soft. 

You looked at him and nodded. “I know. We couldn’t have known. It doesn’t really make me feel much better. The look his wife gave me…”

You shook your head, looking down at your hands gripping tightly to the railing. He felt his chest tighten at your crestfallen face and wished he could comfort you. 

“You did great,” he said, turning towards you.

“I’m glad you were there with me,” you said, looking at him. “I don’t know if I could’ve done it alone.”

“You could’ve.”

You stared at him for a long moment and he felt almost nervous at your contemplative gaze. 

“I’ve always admired you, Robby,” you confessed to him. There was nothing duplicitous about what you said; it wasn’t some ploy to make him like you more or seduce him. You were genuine and honest and the softness in your eyes made his heart nearly beat out of his chest. He grew bashful and felt himself flush at the compliment. 

“Not much to admire, kid,” he said, and he had to look away from your piercing gaze, suddenly feeling timid at your praise. 

“I disagree,” you insisted. “You’re brilliant. I’m so grateful I get to learn from you. I appreciate you more than you know.”

He looked at you and found you looking away, bashful and embarrassed. He smiled softly and took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding chest. 

“I appreciate you, too,” he admitted. It was a nice sentiment. Honest and it didn’t cross any professional lines. It was appropriate, yet the unspoken meaning of something more remained hidden underneath. 

You smiled and shook your head, looking back at him. 

“No, I’m just a resident. Don’t really offer much to you.” He always hated when you were self-depricating. You were intelligent and talented. Truly gifted in medicine and he felt blessed each chance he could watch you be in your element. 

“Don’t,” he said and your expression shifted for a moment at his commanding tone. “You’re a great doctor. You’re always willing to listen and you make the bad days a little better. You make my life easier.”

You huffed out a small laugh. 

“You’re pretty brilliant, too,” he continued and you smiled at him. “And you have to believe me. I do your performance evaluations.”

You laughed out loud at that and he felt his chest flutter and his breath caught in his throat. Your hand rested on the railing between the two of you. He stared at it for longer than he was willing to admit, and he didn’t know what compelled him or gave him the nerve, but he reached over and rested his hand on top of yours. 

You stared at him, an unreadable expression on your face. 

“Thank you, Robby. It means a lot. Especially from you.”

One touch. No sterile gloves separating you from him. Your skin was rough and dry–he imagined his was as well, maybe from the sheer amount of hand sanitizer you both used during the day. But the moment was soft, gentle, and it felt like the beginning of a ‘what-if’.

It was dangerous. 

But he let it happen anyway and it shifted his entire world. 

The changes happened gradually over weeks and months. The days following your conversation on the rooftop, the glances began. A simple look, thrown across the hallway, across the trauma room, near the ambulance bay, nearly made his heart combust. Every time he was in your presence, he found his eyes drifting and meeting yours. It was always brief, quick, imperceptible. No one noticed except the two of you and neither of you tried to stop it. 

Touch followed. He had braved a touch to your hand that night on the roof, but he didn’t dare touch you again for a long time. The memory of the warmth of your skin, how small your hand looked compared to his…it drove him nearly insane. He pushed it off for as long as he could, but eventually his sinful heart betrayed him and he yearned for another touch from you. 

He found any excuse he could to pass something to you, his fingers brushing yours softly and you smiled at him like you knew exactly what he was doing. 

And maybe you did. Because you would pass him in the hall and brush your fingertips softly across his arm, causing his heart rate to skyrocket. He would place a hand on your back and you would rub his shoulder in passing. To anyone else, it would look like a friendly gesture. But you both knew better. 

Hearts began opening along with softening gazes. He found himself on the roof more often, hoping that you would be there. He cursed how elated he felt each time he found you there and how disappointed he felt when you weren’t. 

He found himself opening up to you–talking to you about his life. It was difficult for him, but you were unwavering in your support. You never judged him, always listened like what he was telling you was the most important thing in that moment, even on the days he could not bring himself to share much. You offered fresh perspectives and made him smile when you could tell he was struggling. You made him feel good. He let you get to know him and in return, you let him learn you. 

He learned that you hated how jittery coffee made you and found the taste a bit too bitter, so you drank black tea instead for the caffeine, even though you hated the taste of that, too. You claimed your body was not built for caffeine, but your job demanded it. He made fun of you for it, but always remembered to get you a cup whenever he had time to go to the coffee shop before work. You learned that he still felt a crushing and overwhelming guilt for what happened to Leah. That the pain in his heart for losing Jake never really went away and that he blamed himself for what happened. For letting her die. And you tried your best to comfort him, which he appreciated more than words could express. 

His gaze began lingering too long. Your eyes softened and you smiled at him when you thought no one was watching. It was subtle, but he always blushed at the knowing look Dana would send his way. 

It was never anything more than that. That’s what he told himself to try to convince his brain that you were nothing more than a friend, nothing more than his resident. Until he found himself thinking about you late one night. 

The moonlight filtered through his curtains, bathing the darkness of his room in silver moonlight. The honks and faint noises from the city outside distracted him for only a moment until his mind wandered back to you. Always you. It was wrong. He knew that. Of course he did. You were young, almost half his age, and he was your superior. The power dynamics alone had him overthinking everything. Had him wanting to follow the arbitrary hospital rules for once and put whatever it was between the two of you to an end. 

But the thought of you haunted him like a specter. His every thought, night and day, was consumed with the echoes of you. Your intelligence, your boldness, your beauty, your kindness. The way you bit your lip when you were deep in thought or holding in laughter–and how he was desperate to taste that lip. To bite it himself just to see if it was as juicy as he imagined. 

He thought of your pretty face and imagined what it would look like when it twisted in pleasure.

He thought of your body–especially that one time he accidentally walked in on you changing your scrubs. He felt like a dirty old man for fantasizing about what you would look like completely naked under him, but that particular image of you in your baby blue bra was in his daily rotation of thoughts about you. It was embarrassing just how hard you made him.  

His hand found his dick as he imagined your breasts completely bare, bouncing seductively as you rode him. He closed his eyes and began stroking himself at the pace you were setting in his mind. He imagined your tight little cunt, wrapped perfectly around him, convulsing and tightening when your pleasure increased. 

He groaned, desire soaring and his strokes picked up speed, his hand tightening around his dick. You increased your speed in his fantasy, slamming down on his cock and moaning, your sweet voice begging him for more, more, more. Your head leaned back, exposing your throat and he imagined grabbing it, hand tightening around the delicate skin until the pleasure was too much and you were coming, tightening almost painfully around him. 

Fuck. 

He groaned out your name, stifling his loud moans with a pillow, as ropes of cum spurted from him, landing on his lower stomach and sheets. 

He laid there for a long time, panting and staring at the rotating ceiling fan, guilt over his lewd actions quickly overwhelming him. It terrified him. You terrified him. Yet he knew that tomorrow, when he saw you again, the onslaught of thoughts about you would come slithering back into the crevices of his mind and that he would find himself in the same position he was in tonight. 

It was complicated. Very complicated. The ethical, professional implications were undeniable, but Robby clung to his comforting delusions. No matter how hard he tried, he could not let you go. 

The evening sky the following night was overcast, grey clouds darkening the streets, yet the day shift found themselves going to the park across the street and sitting on the benches. Donnie passed around some beers from the cooler and it felt nice to take a breath after a long day. It was one of the rare shifts where the hours dragged, but lives were saved and you all left feeling a little lighter than before. 

You sat next to him and he found himself distracted, glancing at your face whenever he had a chance. The scent of your shampoo wafted towards him as you let your hair loose and he swallowed at just how pretty you looked. 

As the hour began to pass, more and more people trickled home, leaving you and Robby by yourselves. 

He saw you begin to gather your things and panicked, wanting to keep you with him for just a minute longer. 

“Good job on that MVA today,” he said and you looked back to him. Your eyes glistened and you smiled bashfully. He knew you were about to reject the compliment, always so self-effacing. “You saved that man’s life.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, before waving him off. “But Mohan was there helping me.”

He knew you too well. 

“Don’t,” he said, voice commanding. He saw your shoulder curve forward slightly at his harsh tone, but he couldn’t help it. He hated when you downplayed your accomplishments. He had a sudden sense of deja vu, knowing he had this conversation with you multiple times over the years. 

“You were leading,” he continued. “You made the calls and you saved him. Accept the compliment.”

You took a deep breath before breaking eye contact and looking down at your hands. “Thanks.”

He was silent for a moment, watching you. Watching how shy you got over a simple compliment, and the small smile growing on your face from his praise. You tried to hide it from him, but he saw it. He saw how it awakened a glow in you, perking you up after hours of exhaustion. You had just finished a twelve-hour shift, your scrubs were dirty, and your hair was a bit tousled, yet you had never looked more beautiful to him. 

He whispered your name–your first name–and you looked back up at him, your mouth opening slightly in surprise, but you remained silent. 

He stared at you, your eyes tired from the long day, but still piercing and sharp and–to him, it seemed–all knowing. It felt like you could take one look at him and know everything he was thinking. 

He knew he was staring for too long; he knew that you definitely noticed. He saw your eyes softening, wide and honest, and searching his for answers. 

“Robby?” you whispered. 

He was wrecked. How could he resist you when you looked at him like that? Like he was the only important thing to you in that moment? Like no one else mattered?

“I can’t do this anymore.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, and he grabbed the back of his neck in anxiousness and shook his head slowly. You stayed silent. 

“We shouldn’t do this,” he said and it felt like he was trying to convince himself. He stood, unable to sit still and began pacing. He knew he probably looked insane, but you just continued looking at him. You bit your lip for a moment before speaking. 

“We can keep pretending, if you’d like,” you said, voice low, and he chuckled humourlessly as he looked at you, a faint warning in his gaze but his heart pounded hard in his chest. 

“Whoa, ho, ho, kid. That’s dangerous.”

You smiled sweetly at him. The cold air around you was filled with tension that had been building for years since the moment he met you. 

He wanted to say more, but the words wouldn’t come out. 

He sat next to you again and slid closer, your thighs pressing against each other and you took a deep, shaky breath. Your gaze remained fixed on him, expectant. Daring. 

He allowed his large hand to raise, knuckles caressing your cheekbone softly before moving to cup the back of your head, holding you in place. Your lips parted in surprise and his eyes shifted to them. The shape, the thickness, the soft, fast breaths passing through them. All he wanted to do was devour you. 

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned out, his restraint hanging on by a slowly unraveling thread. 

“Don’t,” you whispered and, after a moment of his warm brown eyes holding your gaze, he finally leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It was hesitant at first, but the walls raised between you–every boundary created by you or the hospital or his head–completely shattered. His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist and pulled you as close as he could, pressing your body against his. Your lips moved reverently, tongues clashing in desperation to get a taste of the other and his every sense was flooded with you. 

It was intoxicating. 

He wanted more. He needed more. 

“Come home with me,” he murmured between kisses and he felt you smile against his mouth. 

“Yes, Robby.”

He stood, grabbing your bags from the floor and slinging them over his shoulder. His free hand grasped your wrist, pulling your hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the skin of your palm. You smiled at him and it felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. 

“It’s about a ten-minute walk,” he said and began walking, his pace quick and eager. He slightly dragged you after him and you had to speed walk to keep up with his long strides. He almost felt bad, but he was desperate and your giggle made him smile. 

“Eager?” you teased, wrapping your hand around his arm and keeping pace with him as you made it out of the park.

“Honey, I’ve been waiting years for this.”

There was a hole building in the pit of his stomach, growing larger and larger as you got to his apartment. Maybe it was nerves, or fear, or desire. But every time he glanced at you, your wide smile and the joy in your eyes made his heart stutter in his chest and he ignored it. 

He unlocked his door with shaking hands and held it open for you. You walked through the threshold, eyes looking around his space and you smiled at the enormous collection of books that he had scattered throughout. He closed the door and hovered behind you. You turned to look at him and smiled. 

“Is it weird that this is exactly how I pictured your place?”

He laughed and shook his head. “I guess I’m predictable.”

You chuckled. “Not if tonight is anything to go by.” He agreed with that. “I think I just know you too well.”

“Well, that can’t be. I don’t let anyone in,” he joked. For a brief moment, his brain rang alarm bells at his statement, but he pushed any thought of it out of his mind and focused only on you. 

“You let me in,” you said, voice soft and low. He moved closer to you, hands grasping your waist and tightening. He pushed your back against the door and pressed his body against yours. Your heat emanated even through your scrubs and his body hummed at having you so close to him. 

“I think I've made a terrible mistake,” he teased, voice low. His tone was light, but there was a lingering thread of truth hanging from the words. You both chose to ignore it.

He admired your face, so close to him that he could see every feature. The colors swirling in your eyes, the slope of your nose, the curve of your jaw, and the texture of your lips. You were so beautiful it was hard to breathe sometimes. 

His lips finally met yours again, reveling in your taste, and then moved to your cheek, your jaw, and down the side of your neck, desperate to taste any part of you.  

You sighed in his arms, your skin warm against his. Your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders and he pulled you tighter against him. He overwhelmed your smaller figure with his and he found himself praying that he could stay like this forever. He felt you shiver in his arms and he groaned. 

He broke the kiss and grabbed your hand, pulling you through his living room and down the hallway to his bedroom. You stood in his room and his heart swelled. You looked like you belonged there. In his room. In his space. In his life. 

His lips found yours again and you sighed, warm air puffing against his lips. His hands began to wander, brushing along the curve of your ribs and down your stomach before finding the hem of your scrub top. 

“You can still say no,” he groaned out.

“Robby, please, I need you.”

His hands immediately pulled the top off, eyes greedily taking in your breasts, covered in a lilac bra and his mouth watered at the curve of your breasts. Your hands found their way to the zipper of his hoodie and he quickly shrugged it off, along with his top and stood shirtless before you. 

He felt himself blush as your eyes roamed his chest and stomach. He knew he was probably the oldest man you had ever been with and he knew that he did not look like a twenty something year old anymore. While he was still strong and sturdy, the years had caught up with him, making his stomach and chest soft. 

But none of that seemed to matter to you as your pressed a kiss on his chest and began trailing them down, following the coarse hairs down to his lower stomach. Your kisses made his skin burn in excitement and he found himself already growing hard in his cargo pants. 

He pulled you back up, kissing your swollen lips again and your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders, bringing him closer to you. You gasped as his hand made it’s way to the strap on your back and easily got rid of your cute, little bra. His hands, calloused from years of work, slowly roamed, tracing lines on your skin and gently groping your breasts. You moaned in response and he knew that he needed more. 

He walked you backwards, until the back of your knees hit the bed and he let you fall back. You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning up on your elbows and he almost came in his pants at the sight. 

Your perfect breasts were on display for him and he bit his lip. He couldn’t believe he was here with you, doing this. It was divine. You were divine. 

“Honey, you’ve been hiding this underneath those scrubs this whole time?”

A shy smile blossomed on your face, but you teased him right back. “Take my pants off and you’ll find a whole lot more I’ve been hiding.”

He laughed before kneeling before you and taking off your shoes. He followed your instructions, taking your scrubs pants and underwear off in one pull and his eyes were instantly drawn to your perfect cunt, sitting pretty in between your legs and his mouth went dry. 

You were perfect. 

You were panting, looking down at him between your widened legs. 

“Robby?” you asked, almost sounding insecure. 

He didn’t answer, instead leaning in and licking one long stripe from your hole to your clit, groaning at the taste. Your back arched, pushing your breasts out more and you moaned in pleasure. It was the most exquisite sound he had ever heard and he doubled his efforts just to hear that sound again. His tongue swirled around your clit, before he pursed his lips and sucked it harshly into his mouth. You screamed in pleasure, his name falling from your lips. 

His hands gripped your thighs harshly, leaving indentations on your skin. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders and he continued to eat your pussy out, groaning at the feel and the taste. 

Your moans increased in cadence and he could tell you were close. Your hands fisted in his hair, holding his head tight against your core and he continued sucking on your clit until you gasped, a loud, broken sound, and squirted right on his face. He lapped up as much of your slick as he possibly could, savouring the sweet nectar until you came down from your high, mewling at his continued attention to your cunt.

He rose on his feet, keeping your ankles anchored over his wide shoulders and leaned down over you, caging you underneath him. He leaned forward more and more, folding your body into a mating press as he brought his face to yours. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said and you nodded quickly and desperately. 

“Yes, yes, Robby. Please,” you whimpered and he smiled. A young, pretty, perfect woman like you begging for him…nothing compared to that feeling. He lined up his large cock at your soaked entrance and slowly began to sink into you. 

“There we go,” he groaned, forehead resting against yours as he looked down at his cock entering you. “Good girl, you’re taking me so well.”

You groaned, eyes squeezed shut, and your canines pressed against your bottom lip so hard Robby thought you would draw blood. Your walls were clenching tight around him and he gave a stuttered sigh, the pleasure of your tight, wet, warm pussy around him making him feel like nothing else ever had. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, careful not to hurt you, until he bottomed out, fully inside you, his tip grazing your cervix. 

“Oh, God, Robby,” you groaned, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. “You’re so big.”

“Yeah, and you're taking it so well. Like you were made for me,” he mumbled, his hips pressing tight against yours, basking in the heavenly feel of you, before he gave a hard, desperate thrust. You both groaned in pleasure before he began moving faster, his cock pistoning into your drooling cunt. A ring of white started coating the base of his cock as he fucked in you, the pleasure building, and he felt drunk off of you. Your scent, your sounds, the way you looked pinned underneath him. He was fucking ruined. 

He knew he was close, and his fingers found your clit, rubbing it harshly. You screamed in pleasure, writhing underneath him. 

“Please,” you begged, hands clenching the fabric of his sheets. You were close, too. He could tell. 

“Come on, baby. Give me one more. Come around my cock.”

“I’m gonna come,” you whimpered in warning before your walls clenched so hard around him, he thought he saw stars. Your face twisted in pure bliss, pleasure overtaking your every sense, and the sight of that made his spine tense and his cock swell. He pulled out right at the last moment, sending the unending ropes of cum all over your stomach and breasts. He groaned, your name a prayer on his lips as he started coming down from his high. 

You panted beneath him and he slowly rose from above you, rolling to his side and collapsing on the bed. You lowered your legs as you laid there next to him, not moving except for the smile slowly creeping onto your face.

“Wow, Robby,” you mumbled, and he chuckled, running a hand through a strand of your hair. 

“Come on, let’s get you ready for bed,” he said. You groaned in protest, but followed him into his bathroom, taking a shower that consisted of much groping and kissing, and finally collapsing with him on the bed. 

“Thank God we’re both off tomorrow,” you mumbled, cuddling up to his chest as he laid with his arm around your shoulder. He didn’t respond, noticing you were already half asleep. 

He admired you for a long time after. Your face grew peaceful as you slumbered, body pliant and comfortable in his arms and he sighed, relishing in the brief moment of contentment. 

Despite his exhaustion, sleep would not find him. His thoughts were racing and the mere presence of you, there and in his arms, still had his heartbeat skyrocketing. 

He imagined what things would be like if you weren’t his resident. He would have asked you out the right way. Taken you on a nice date, gotten you flowers, wooed you because he knew just how out of his league you were. But you were his resident. The sudden clarity on your reality with him was jarring. Your relationship would be frowned upon by everyone–it would affect your future prospects, a stain in your file and something that would follow you for your entire career. 

The faint flicker of regret began to shine through his mind, but he chose to ignore it. Holding your body as close to him as he could, trying to take in the feeling of you pressed into him and engraving it to his memory. He knew the morning would come soon enough, and with the morning, unwanted conversations needed to happen. But for now, he held you and he could pretend a little bit longer. 

He awakened the following morning, your warmth surrounding him. He sighed in pleasure, pulling your body tighter against his chest, and basked in the peace that he felt. In the scent of your hair and the softness of your skin. He allowed himself one moment of bliss, allowed himself to be wrapped up in everything that was you. But he knew what was coming. His nerves began teeming with anxiety. His palms became clammy and his mouth turned dry, but he stayed put, unwilling to wake you, only to be able to savor your body next to his for a little bit longer. 

You shifted in his embrace after a few minutes, groaning low as you woke up. You stretched your limbs, your body rubbing against him and he closed his eyes in practiced restraint. You opened your eyes, looking around yourself for a moment, taking in exactly where you were and who you were with. Your eyes met his and you smiled, all messy hair and tired eyes, and his breath caught in his chest. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

He was silent as he stared at you, hoping to engrave the memory of you in his brain. The calm and happiness in your gaze, the creases by your eyes when you smiled, the slight bashfulness at being pressed against him. 

His stomach sank and he felt nauseous for a moment. 

“Morning, handsome,” you said, placing a soft kiss on his jaw and he closed his eyes so that the burning sensation in his eyes would go away. He felt you settle your head on his chest, sighing in content, your arm hanging over his chest as you cuddled him. 

“We’re both off today,” you said, your breath brushing against his skin. “I was thinking we could get breakfast somewhere. Maybe go to the farmer’s market? I do need to stop by my place to change, though.”

You giggled and the soft, lilting sound broke his heart. He wanted nothing more than to do everything you wanted, give you the world, and make sure you were happy every single day. 

“What do you think?” You looked up at him, smiling and he hesitated for a moment before speaking. 

“We need to talk.���

Your smile faded slowly, and he saw the moment you realized what he was going to do. You knew him too well. 

“You should get dressed.” 

You looked at him in apprehension and swallowed harshly before nodding, finally moving away from him. He nearly cried out at the loss of your warmth, but he bit his tongue, grip loosening on your body as he let you move away from him. He stood, grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and walked out of the bedroom and into the living room to give you privacy. He got dressed quickly and paced around the room, waiting for you. 

His bedroom door creaked as you opened it, walking out fully dressed. Your steps were tentative and your expression guarded. 

It was silent between the two of you for what felt like centuries before he forced himself to speak again. 

“This can never happen again.” 

Your jaw clenched and he saw the hurt in your eyes, despite how hard you were trying to hide it. You swallowed roughly, looking away from him for a moment. Your posture tensed and you nodded to yourself, your eyes finding his again. 

“So, that’s it then? After everything?”

He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. He wanted to tell you that it wasn’t it, that he wanted you more than he wanted anything. But he couldn’t. 

“What the hell was this, then? Just a good time? Did it mean anything to you?”

The pain in your voice made his heart clench in his chest. Your arms crossed over your chest, and your shoulders hunched over, and it made you look small, like you were trying to shrink into yourself. He wanted to reach for you, hug you, and beg for forgiveness. But he knew that he had to do this. For you. For your own good. 

He cleared his throat, body rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet in anxiety. 

“I’m sorry. But this was a mistake.” The words tasted like poison in his mouth, but he forced them out with a straight face. Your gaze was hard and unrelenting and he glanced away, unwilling to meet your eyes, knowing that the heartache lingering there would break him. 

He was making the right decision. He would not ruin your future, your career. 

“You really think this was a mistake?” you asked, voice tight. 

He was making the right decision. 

“Yes.” He dared a glance at your face, looking away quickly when he saw the tears lining your eyes. His throat tightened at the sight of you crying and he hated himself a little more for being the reason for it. It was nearly unbearable. 

It was silent for a moment until he heard your footsteps. He looked up, watching as you collected your bag from where it was left on the floor the night before. You made your way towards his door, eyes avoiding his, and he rubbed his hands over his face. You paused in front of the frame and took a deep breath before opening it. You finally looked back at him, your broken gaze meeting his. 

A tear escaped your eye and you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from bursting into tears. 

“You would have been worth the risk to me.” The words hit his gut like a physical blow. You didn’t understand. He was doing this for you. 

He was making the right decision. 

Falling in love was like dying a slow death–the death of his morals, his limits. And he refused to do the same to you. Your youth, your heart, your life. How could he jeopardize your career? How could he tie you down to an old man, nearly twenty years older than you? How would that look like in another twenty years, when you’re fifty and he’s seventy and his health starts to decline? How could he ever do that to you?

The silence following the closing of his door was suffocating. Unspoken words hung in the air,  and he sank into the couch, his head in his hands as he began to cry, his heart breaking with every passing moment. 

He was a born-sick poison; an unworthy man, whose only glimpse of heaven had been when he held you in his arms. And he tempted you, offering you a juicy, ripe apple, and then tricked you, broke you. He was a man who was self-aware enough to let you go. He did the right thing. He was making the right decision.

The hours passed and he continued to cry, but repeated the same thing over and over in his head–a heathen clinging to a homily. He was making the right decision. But the memory of your eyes, glassy with tears and solemn, made his heart sink in his stomach, and a new wave of tears escaped his eyes.

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that kind of man - dr. abbot x reader

Summary: Jack Abbot doesn't know how to express his feelings in words, so he does what he knows best: Action.

Tags/Notes: afab/fem reader x jack abbot, getting together fic, idiots in love, pining, medium slow burn, first kiss

Content: extremely minor bug mention just in case, canon typical injuries and hospital goings ons

A/N: this was gonna be a 5+1 but....five is a lot

Word Count: 5.7k

Tonight

“Dr. Robby?” You tap him on the shoulder at the end of his shift and he turns around to size you up. “I was wondering if I could switch to nights permanently.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “Mind if I ask why? Abbot’s usually fighting tooth and nail to get any of our residents on his shift willingly.”

Your nose scrunches up. The previous seven days on Jack's shift had been the best of your life. In fact, every time you’d been put on night rotation with him over the last year, things felt seamless. Easy. That was incredibly rare in the emergency department. You’d never had a mentor – and now, a friend – who made you feel so capable. So you shrug and tell Robby honestly, “Dr. Abbot’s just been really considerate.” At Robby’s raised eyebrows, you stammer out, “Not that you haven’t or anything, but-”

“Jack?” He snorts at the idea, shaking his head as he picks up a clipboard and starts to scribble out the change on it. “Abbot’s just about the least considerate doctor – person, actually – that I’ve ever met. Love the guy, but he has the emotional intelligence of a brick.”

Your head tilts to the side. “Really? He’s never been like that with me.”

Robby shrugs and purses his lips, almost looking impressed. He doesn’t press any further, but he knows Jack well enough to know what that means. “Well, I’m not going to stop a capable young doctor from covering our hardest shift if you want to. Pulling a double tonight or taking 24 hours off?”

Eager to tell Jack the news, you reply, “Double.”

Then

You’re on day shifts exclusively your first month at PTMC, transferring over as a senior resident, because of a bunch of scheduling shuffles, which means you owe nights a month’s rotation. You’re dreading it to begin with, but you find your stride quickly. Dr. Abbot doesn’t look too closely at first; you’re another baby doctor in a sea of them. The vast majority of your cohort will leave PTMC and, even if they stay in the city, it’s rare anybody sticks around for emergency medicine past when they have to.

But you take a liking to it right away. The adrenaline, the mental challenge, the constant rush of movement. You like being on your toes at all hours. You like the feeling of the city at sunset and sunrise and prefer the odd hours of sleeping the day away while the rest of the world churns. You like everything about it, including the company.

So, when Dr. Abbot does finally start paying close attention, you click into place together. He finds himself calling your name for help more often than not, searching for your face when he hears your voice, and dialing in on your questions and thoughts. By the second week, he’s talking up the program to you, trying to convince you to stay and work with him during your fellowship. By the third, he’s noticing all sorts of things he’s never paid attention to in other doctors – how you brush your teeth after your lunch break, how you match your socks to your hair ties, how you snort when you really laugh and how your eyes widen in embarrassment right after.

The moment you leave his service, back to Dr. Robby during the day, he misses you.

Which is new.

The second evening without you, dying to tell you something that happened on his shift, Jack comes in an hour before he’s scheduled, catching you as you’re getting ready to leave. And he’s thrilled out of his fucking mind when you wrap him in a hug that smells like your delicate floral deodorant and citrusy shampoo. He finds himself wanting to hold on closer, to squeeze you tight, to breathe you in as long as he can.

Which is new.

When you ask why he’s there with so much time to spare, he shrugs and tells you, “Set my alarm an hour early by accident.”

Jack Abbot has never once done something by accident and everyone knows that perfectly well. But you write it off with a smile and tell him how good it is to see him on your way out. You squeeze his bicep, not thinking about the friendly gesture, but Jack memorizes the feeling for the rest of the night.

Which is new.

So he shows up early again the next evening.

That time, his excuse is, “Couldn’t sleep anyway. Figured I might as well get a head start on my night.”

That’s believable enough. Nobody in emergency medicine sleeps well.

The next evening, “Traffic’s lighter if I leave earlier.”

You graciously accept it, not mentioning how there isn’t any traffic at this hour. You figure he must live far away; the highway can get clogged up any time around the city.

Then, “Just covering a gap in the schedule.”

You do a quick scan and mental tally, eyes running over the busy ED and then the shift board nearby. Everyone who’s scheduled is on-time or early. Nobody has asked Jack to cover and everyone is surprised to see him. You tell yourself you must be counting wrong.

If you take Jack’s word for it during the remainder of your rotation on days, the hospital will fall apart if not for that one hour when his time overlaps with yours: He has to catch up on a supposed mountain of overdue paperwork (Jack has never gotten behind on paperwork in his entire career), check out the rig by the ambulance bay (which Dr. Robby always leaves completely immaculate for him), or do whatever crucial, critical scut work that absolutely has to be done by him right when you finish your shift (checking defib batteries, calibrating the monitors, tightening gurney wheels).

You’re oblivious to his painfully transparent excuses, never questioning him, just glad to talk to a familiar, friendly face for a little while before you finish your work for the day.

Finally, on your last day shift before a 24-hour break to return to nights, Jack admits, “Just couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you.”

The smile you give him is better fuel to keep going than any cup of coffee.

Tonight

You shoot a text to Jack from the doctor’s lounge while you take your break between shifts.

>> robby approved my request!! back on nights as of right now >>  so you don’t have to come in early to see me, loser << I’m already getting ready to leave. Loser. >> see you soon :)) << Can’t wait. << :)

The emoji – something he only ever sends to you, not that you're aware – makes you grin to your phone. Heading over to the locker room, you change into your spare scrubs and make a point of brushing and redoing your hair. There isn’t much you can do to be cute as a doctor, but the little things matter to you.

While checking in for your shift change at the nurse’s station, you hear Jack’s truck pull up into his reserved handicapped space next to the ED entrance. You head outside to meet him instead of waiting for him to get there.

Jack’s getting out of the truck, carefully swinging his leg, when you round the corner. The moment he’s stable on his feet, you wrap him in one of your signature hugs and all the tension in his body fizzles out. Yes, you hug everyone because you’re the sweetest human being alive, but for Jack it’s as good as getting a full body massage and smoking a joint the way it relaxes him. He closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy it. Lets himself feel the curve of your back and the softness of your cheeks. Lets himself breathe you in. You always throw your whole body into it, both arms around him, head nuzzled into his neck, waiting until he takes a deep breath with you to let go.

“Evening, sunshine,” Jack glitters as you pull back. With nobody able to see him, his smile is wide and innocent. A smile that none of his other coworkers have ever seen. “So you’re stuck with me from now on?”

“Until you piss me off,” you tease. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Never,” he chuckles. “How’s the day been?”

“It’s been an easy one. Set a few broken bones, fixed up a few lacs. Oh! I pulled a live cockroach out of someone’s ear.”

Jack shivers. “How big?”

“Had to be two inches,” you say, still cringing at the image it burned into your mind. “Pro tip: Don’t pull by the legs.”

“Good to know. I pulled a couple flies from an ear once, but they were already dead. Thank god.” He opens up the passenger side door and pulls out a large bag of takeout. “I went ahead and grabbed us something from that Thai spot around the corner. C’mon, let’s go to the breakroom and fuel up before the sun goes down.”

You give him a cheeky look and suggest, “Wanna eat in the park instead? I could use a break from the fluorescents and stale air before I get back in there. Beautiful sunset, too.”

He gives you a boyish smirk. “Yeah, alright.”

Neither of you mention that the Thai spot ‘around the corner’ is ten minutes in the wrong direction from his house, but it’s your favorite, so that doesn’t bother him. The ‘park’ across the hospital is more like a patch of grass with a couple of benches, but it’s a quiet spot compared to the chaos awaiting inside. And your thighs touch when you sit next to each other, something Jack craves even if he isn’t sure you notice.

“Thanks for the food,” you say, nudging him with your shoulder, as the two of you get settled. “Let me know what my half is.”

“As if I’d ever take your money when I’ve seen your paychecks.” Jack rolls his eyes as he opens up the bag, digging out your respective meals and handing you a plastic fork. “Figured you were planning on a vending machine dinner between shifts; you need some real food.”

With a pleased little pout, you reply, “You didn’t have to do that for me. I packed myself an extra sandwich.”

Jack shakes his head with a smirk. “One of your bullshit ‘single slice of turkey and cheese ’ sandwiches? No way.” Quickly, too quickly, he adds, “I’m not about to catch a malpractice suit because my resident’s hands are shaking while placing a chest tube.”

He opens up both containers. The smell of your literal favorite pad thai with extra lime makes your mouth water. As usual, Jack’s right; your sandwich would be nothing compared to a mountain of proper carbs and protein. Watching him take his own dish with hungry hazel eyes, you ask, “You didn’t have breakfast at home?”

He gives you a hunky smile, stabs his fork in, and tells you, “I’d rather eat with my favorite girl.”

Then

By your third rotation on nights, you and Jack are practically attached at the hip the whole shift. You know when he wants a 10 blade or a 20 blade, which direction he’s going to turn when he reaches for a kit, how he suppresses his grin and flexes his fist when he does something exactly right.

You’ve also learned that Jack likes to fix things. You assume he’s just that kind of man, one who takes things into his own hands when he sees they’re broken. The kind of man who doesn’t like to wait to call maintenance or supply to solve a problem. You definitely don’t assume you’re anything special to him.

But you are. Christ, you are.

When it comes to you, Jack…can’t help himself. It’s like a twitch, his desire to make things easier in your life. So, even though he’s not at all that kind of man, he becomes it.

Your locker keeps jamming; the next evening, the hinge has been replaced. Your phone charging cable frays; when you go for your break, it’s been cleanly patched with electrical tape. Your penlight burns out; the next time you go to grab it, the light comes on right away. You trip standing up because your favorite chair has a loose screw; it’s totally solid the next time you sit down.

You never ask him to do things and he never does any of it in front of you. But you know it’s him. It’s always him. Never mentions it, never asks for thanks. Beyond all that, you have no idea that he’s the one who gets you a new pair of safety goggles ahead of schedule, the one who orders you a new badge when your ID card warps, the one who always makes sure your trauma kit is stocked, sharpened, and seamless. Those things happen in the periphery of your life, written off as scut or administrative work.

This is Jack’s way of compartmentalizing his barely deniable desire for you. He can change out your locker hinge so he doesn’t brush that hair behind your ear as an excuse to touch your cheek. He can tighten a screw so he doesn’t stare at your lips too long. He can do anything for you so that he doesn’t pull you into an on-call room to kiss you and hold you and have you the way he wants. It gives him an outlet to show he cares without scaring you off or overstepping boundaries.

Of course, the problem is that the more Jack observes you and the more he silently improves your life wherever he’ll allow himself, the more he realizes just how much danger you unknowingly accept. And that makes holding his mental boundaries pretty damn difficult. Maybe it’s the old soldier’s mentality, trained to be on alert at all times, or maybe it’s just that nagging need to protect you every time you’re nearby, but he starts creating a mental to-do list of things to fix that go well beyond what he can justify as friendly or professional.

First things first, your car is a piece of shit. A complete disgrace, frankly. You’ve had it since high school. He could replace the wipers and the tires all he wanted, but the thing's still a death trap. Half the time, you end up walking to and from work because it won’t start in the winter.

Jack decides he’s finally had enough of it one night when you’re already bundled up for another frigid walk home, scarf wrapped all the way to your nose, hat tugged down your forehead, gloves halfway on as you make your way across the parking lot. He has to hustle to catch up with you, careful not to slip with his prosthetic leg throwing him slightly off balance on the ice.

He calls your name and touches the back of your arm briefly, startling through the audiobook coming through your headphones. His hazel eyes are intense and warm, tempting as a crackling fire. “Can I give you a ride?”

You put on your usual smile and shake your head. “That’s alright, Dr. Abbot. I’m not far from here.”

Your cheeks are already bright pink from the biting wind and your breath is swirling into fog in the air. So Jack doesn’t move. In fact, he reaches down between your freezing bodies and squeezes your hand. With both of you wearing gloves, the gesture isn’t exactly intimate or anything, but it still grounds you and takes your attention to how serious he is. His voice drops low, gravelly, and he tries again, “Let me drive you home. Please.”

Reluctantly, you agree.

And, within all of two minutes, the heated seats and soft rattling of the police scanner have your head lolling back in sleep. Jack smiles to himself at the fact that you feel comfortable enough in his presence to pass out open-mouthed and ugly, not the cute practiced sleep girls will try to pull off after a date. He does an extra lap around the city just to let you get a few uninterrupted minutes of rest.

The next evening, Jack’s truck is idling in front of your apartment building before you can even try to start your car, a coffee waiting for you in the passenger’s side cup holder. The two of you don’t even have to talk about it; he just starts driving you to and from work any time you’re on nights.

Once that gets going, Jack insists on walking you to your apartment door, too, not liking that you have to ride up a rickety elevator and dimly lit hall by yourself. He watches you struggle with the sticky lock on your door one too many times for his taste. The protective part of his brain can picture the worst in those precious seconds you’re alone with your back turned.

When you start inviting him in for a thank-you drink before he goes home, he takes the opportunity to sneak a screwdriver and WD-40 into your apartment to fix the locks while you’re in the bathroom. On another occasion, he checks all the locks on the windows and tightens a few. Just to be sure. He has to get a little creative to fix the flickering bulb next to your apartment door, but you just assume your super did it.

By the time Jack’s content that you’re safe and secure regardless of his presence, the two of you are eating breakfast together at his favorite deli on Fridays, grabbing coffees and donuts on Sundays, and staying up late/early on Mondays since the two of you have off most Tuesdays. He doesn’t realize until it’s too late that his attempt at putting things in neatly organized boxes has just led him to create more space in his mind to fill with you.

Tonight

“Good call on that AVM earlier, sunshine.”

Jack’s voice behind you at the end of your shift together makes you turn sharply on your heels, a big smile lighting up your face. For whatever reason, the flow of the shift has had the two of you working on opposite sides the whole night, rarely overlapping for even a quick exchange. When you’d made your one big save of the night, Jack hadn’t been looking over your shoulder to praise you and your face had fallen in disappointment even as Shen clapped you on the back.

So you can’t suppress the proud little smile as you check, “You heard about that?”

“Course I did.” He beams, looking to everyone else like he might just scoop you up into his arms and spin you around to celebrate your minor achievement. But, in your mind, that’s just how he usually looks at you. Then, with a little smirk, he asks, “You need a ride home?”

You roll your eyes and nudge him as the two of you walk toward the lockers; he already has his backpack shouldered, so he must’ve finished a few minutes before you. “What would you do if I said no all of a sudden?”

“Then I’d walk you,” he says simply. “Get your things; I’ll warm the truck up for you, alright?”

You grin and squeeze his shoulder. “Be right there. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

As you slip into the locker room, Langdon, red-faced and frustrated as he sorts through his things, gripes, “Tell me how the hell you got on Dr. Abbot’s good side because I clearly need some tips if I’m going to survive the rest of this rotation.”

The locker room’s absolutely buzzing with activity since it’s shift change. You’re running a little behind, so Dr. Robby’s already there again alongside a few of your fellow residents.

As you open up your locker and grab your backpack, your nose crinkles up. “What do you mean? I never had to do anything special; Dr. Abbot’s always been nice.”

He scoffs, “Always?”

“Maybe not my first shift,” you concede, pulling on your hoodie to brace for the dark early morning winter air, “but once he saw me work, I think he warmed up a lot.”

“Well, I’ve been working with the asshole for years and haven’t made any headway.” He gestures at Robby, who’s suiting up to start the day shift. “Hell, Abbot barely likes Robby and they’ve been working together since the Stone Age.”

“Because I’m not her,” Robby laughs. “And you aren’t either, Frankie; you’ve just gotta accept Jack for who he is. He’s not nice.”

Before you can protest that Jack’s actually one of the nicest people you’ve ever met, Frank’s sighing out, “Then what the hell is Dr. Sunshine over here doing so differently?”

Robby shrugs like it isn’t complicated. “That’s just how Jack is when he loves someone. He’ll drop anything – do anything – for her.”

Then

You’re lancing a boil when you hurt yourself for the first time at the ER. Javadi’s trying to hold the patient still and reassure him into being calm, but he can’t help thrashing away from the scalpel every time you approach. He’s numbed up well and not aggressive, but he can’t stop it. It finally seems like he’s going to stay still and you’re about to make the cut, spreading the skin with your other hand, when he thrashes again.

And you get knocked off balance, sending your scalpel slicing right down your forearm. As the patient starts to babble out frantic apologies, the tool clatters to the ground. You snatch a cloth from the nearby cart and press the wound down. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Javadi reminds the patient to stay calm and checks, “How bad is it? Do you need help?”

“It’s nothing,” you lie, scouting out an escape route, “I just- Shit. I’ve gotta go. Sorry.”

Clutching your forearm to your chest, trying to apply pressure, you shuffle awkwardly across the ER, desperate not to draw attention to yourself as you try to rush to Occupational Health to get patched up. But the blood streaming down your elbow and dripping onto the floor isn’t helping your case. Especially since all that red coming from your own body instead of a patient’s is making your vision swim and tilt.

It’s Jack who realizes you’re about to pass out in the middle of the chaos of the night. He’s always tuned into your movements, his subconsciousness and peripheral vision trained to you no matter what he’s doing, and the sight of you staggering away from a patient yanks him from his task into focus.

He’s too deep in his work to move – can’t exactly walk away from an in-progress abscess drain – so he scans the area around you and shouts, “Langdon, grab her! She’s going down!”

Confused, Langdon turns toward the voice, not to his surroundings, and you crumple to the floor, smacking your head against the tile. That’s what gets Langdon’s attention. By then, Jack’s standing anyway, leaving his patient’s side, something he’d never do, to get to you. He brings a roll of bandaging with him, hoping that your blood is coming from a wound he can treat with pressure.

Abbot growls at Langdon as he inspects the goose egg forming on your scalp, “Useless fucking Ken doll.”

“Abbot, I couldn’t have-”

“Get her in line for a CT,” Jack grunts in lieu of a response, “and take my patient – unless you’re too braindead to close up an I&D, given your embarrassing response time.”

That’s the last time Jack gives any thought to Langdon. 

His attention goes entirely to you. After wrapping your arm tight in gauze until the bleeding stops, he touches your cheek gently, watching your fluttering lashes closely. “You still with me, sunshine?”

You make a little noise, barely audible, and nod, which makes you wince. “What’s- what’s going on?”

“Just gotta take some pictures, give you a couple stitches, and make sure you eat a snack and you’ll be good as new.”

You murmur, “CT?”

Jack sighs, “Yeah. Pretty solid bump on the noggin there when you went down.”

Blinking at the fluorescent halo around Jack’s silver curls, you slur out, “Too dizzy to get up.”

“Don’t try. I’ve got you.”

Without another word, Jack loops his arms beneath your knees and around your back. He’s careful to cradle your head with his big hand as he carries you across the ER to Occupational Health, where he places you on an open bed. He puts his hand on one of your calves and instructs, “Can you tense up your legs for me? Gotta get some blood moving through your muscles. There you go. Atta girl.”

As your heart starts working properly again, a nurse approaches to take over Jack waves his hand dismissively before she can speak. “I’ll handle this one.”

She watches him carefully. Of course, everyone at the hospital besides you knows about his big fat crush, so her voice is almost teasing as she asks, “Are you sure, Dr. Abbot? We’re more than capable of doing a few stitches if you need to get back to your patients.”

“I know; you did mine when I took that ten blade to the thigh last year,” he chuckles like it’s a fond memory. But then he repeats, leaving no room for argument, “I’ll take care of her.”

The nurse nods, suppressing a smirk. She’s getting a good piece of hospital gossip, after all. “What can I get you, doctor?”

“Let’s do lidocaine with a bicarb buffer and epi,” he says as he exposes and examines the laceration, deep enough to expose the fat beneath your skin, “and a 4-0 polypropylene kit. Thank you.”

In your dazed state, you frown. “You should get back to work.”

“I am working,” he says as he opens up a drawer, pops a blister packet, and hands you a couple pills along with his personal bottle of water. “For your headache.” You down them as he takes the suture kit from the nurse and gets to work cleaning your cut, opening an irrigation bottle. “Little stinging here; quick saline flush.”

You hadn’t even been noticing the pain until the water hits your nerve endings. You flinch away from it, eyes going to the slice, and then a wave of nausea rolls over you at the beading blood.

“Eyes on me; don’t look down,” Jack says softly. Then, to keep your attention, he teases, “What, a little blood makes you woozy, doc?”

Slowly, breathing deeply, you clarify, “Just my own.”

“Needle pinch here; deep breath,” he informs you. The sting makes you hiss in a sharp breath, but Jack is quick to go on, “Tell me why I added sodium bicarbonate to the lidocaine.”

“Because it neutralizes the- Ow, ow, fuck, Jack!”

“Needle’s the worst part, sweetheart, you’re doing great,” he assures you. “Go on. Focus.”

“Makes it- makes it less acidic. Hurts less.” You grit your teeth and eye him. “Supposedly.”

He chuckles at your cute glare, “Exactly. One line on the other side, okay? Now tell me why I added the epinephrine since we’re about to do stitches.”

As he drags the needle beneath the skin on the other side of the laceration, you breathe out, “It reduces bleeding. And the numbness will be deeper. Vaso- vasoconstriction can be an asset when-” You let out the breath as Jack withdraws the now-empty syringe. Relief floods you. “I hate needles.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He smirks, wipes down the site, and gets his suture setup sorted while your arm goes numb. “It doesn’t seem to bother you when you have to stick patients.”

“It’s like the blood thing. Only a problem when it’s me.” To distract yourself from the tugging and discomfort of him sewing you up, you carefully study Jack’s features. The flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, the smattering of freckles at the high points of his cheekbones, the way his brows furrow when he concentrates. Like you can’t even help yourself and before you can think, you say gently, “You’re really beautiful, Jack.”

His hands go still over your arm as he tries to come up with a coherent response while his mouth goes dry. He shakes his head and resumes stitching, unable to meet your eyes. “Those painkillers must be making you loopy if you’re hallucinating like that.”

You roll your eyes. “Pretty sure you gave me Tylenol.”

He ties off the last suture and admires his handiwork. “What do you think, doctor?”

You nervously glance down at your arm and let out a relieved breath to see a perfectly straight line of stitches. “Nice job.”

“Let’s get you down for a CT, then.”

Curious, you reply, “Pretty sure an orderly can do that so you can get back out on the floor.”

“Shen’s on the floor,” he says with a shrug. “I’d rather make sure you’re all set.”

Right Now

You turn to Robby with wide eyes. “Huh?”

Robby rubs the back of his neck and sighs hard. “Look, at this point, it’s getting hard to watch.”

Your heart rate starts rising. “What are you saying?”

“Seriously? Robby shakes his head. “Have you ever noticed Jack doing anyone else a favor? Grabbing them something to eat, cleaning up for them, anything like that?”

Wracking your brain, you offer, “I mean, no, I’ve never noticed, but that doesn’t mean he-”

Exasperated, Robby points to the door and says, “Kid, I’m begging, go put the poor man out of his misery and either break his heart or marry him already.”

And, without any of your things in your hands, you turn, push past him and Langdon and everyone else, and head straight out of the hospital. Your legs are like cooked spaghetti and no amount of deep breaths could steady them as you walk around to Jack’s side of the truck and rap your knuckles on the window.

He startles and gestures for you to move. Swinging open the door, he hops out and asks, “What are you doing? Need me to help with something before we go?”

There’s no stopping a derailed train, so you just blurt out, “Are you in love with me?”

Jack opens his mouth to respond. Closes it again. Breathes in sharply. Huffs out harsh and loud. Then he repeats the routine. Eventually, he shrugs and sighs and puts on a boyish, shy smile that suits his gruff features. In the slow-growing morning light, his post-shift scruff is silver as his hair and the tiredness around his eyes turns to smile lines. “What gave me away?”

You swallow hard. Blink a few times. “Um, Robby did.”

“Should’ve been expecting that one.” Jack leans back against the truck and says, “He’s been on my case about it for a damn long time.”

“How long?”

“How long have I known you?”

“Jack, I- I don’t understand.” Stumbling over it all, you stammer out, “You’ve never said anything. You’ve never flirted with me and- and you hardly ever touch me, never unprofessionally, and you just-”

“I know I’m not romantic,” he cuts you off. “Y’know, I’m a soldier. I’m…rough around the edges. I get that. I’m not the kind of guy who does flowers and chocolates, never have been. I don’t know how to talk to make a girl blush. None of that comes naturally to me.” His eyes finally rise back up to yours. “But I love you something fierce. I love you down to my bones.”

Every single gesture over the last year fits together like a puzzle.

Every mundane fix of your locker, your backpack zipper, your apartment’s latch. I love you.

Every shared drive home and walk up to your door. I love you.

Every perfectly prepared coffee, memorized takeout order, and extra snack from the vending machine. I love you.

Every time he’s idled outside your apartment until he knows you’re inside safely. Every time he’s waved his hand nonchalantly to clean up your station after a trauma so you could finally run to the bathroom like you’ve been dying to. Every time he’s replaced something before you even noticed it was missing or broken. Every time he’s tied on your trauma gown, let you borrow his jacket, or taken your turn for a supply run.

I love you something fierce.

I love you down to my bones.

You feel it all wash over you like a wave. Tears catch thick in your throat

Yes, Jack Abbot loves you. He loves you quietly. Steadily. In the small moments. His love is sturdy, a foundation, a background hum that you’ve slowly but surely built the scaffolding of your life on.

You’re frozen in place like it’s sub-zero outside instead of mid forties, so Jack carefully takes your hand in his, brings it ever so briefly to his lips, and asks, “That alright with you?”

You’ve completely lost the ability to speak, so you do what he’s apparently been doing this whole time: You find a way to tell him without words. One of your hands goes to his chest, fingers curling around the edge of his open jacket. The other snakes upward along his scruff neck, around the back of his head, settling among his half-gray hair. His expression is softening like music just before a chorus.

Leaning up onto the balls of your feet, you tentatively touch your lips to his. He stiffens in disbelief, his mouth unsure how to mold against yours after years without kissing anyone. But then your fingertips dig ever so slightly into his scalp. Your chest presses against his. And your Chapstick tastes like citrus.

Fuck, he just can’t take it anymore.

Jack gives in. He has no choice.

With a low, downright needy grunt, his hands are on your hips and riding up your waist beneath your shirt and in your hair and cupping your face and he’s consuming you, he’s breathing you in, he’s letting his nerves merge with yours and he loves you so much that he feels it in every hair, every cell, every atom of his being.

Against his lips, breathless, wanting, adored, you murmur, “How about you take me back to your place for once? Let me show you how much I love you, too.”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Dr. Clueless

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jack usually work on opposite shifts, however, the two nurses have called out and they're desperate. So now you're on shift with your boyfriend and you witness another doctor flirting with him.

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When you enter The Pitt, you have a grumpy look on your face. Lena, the night shift charge nurse, looks at you with raised brows, "Thought you'd be happier to be working with your guy."

You scoff, "Please, he's doing this to me on purpose. He knew I was enjoying my day off without him."

You head to the lockers and place your things inside. A picture of you and Jack taped to the inside of your locker stares back at you.

"Hey, honey," Jack greets you softly.

You shut your locker and look at him with a frown and crossed arms, "You're mean for calling me in tonight."

He playfully rolls his eyes, "Oh please. We're down two nurses and I knew you were available."

"No, you knew that I was enjoying being a couch potato without you and you got jealous. So when your nurses called out, you called me because you're a jealous," you poke his chest for emphasis, "and petty," poke, "piece," poke, "of," poke, "shit!"

He smirks at you and grabs your finger, bringing it to his lips and kisses it, "I'm sorry, I love you."

You sigh and mumble, "I love you too."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was able to get you an iced coffee before Dunkin' closed."

You try to keep up the upset facade up, but the corner of your lip twitches up, "I love you so much."

Jack chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, "It's in the lounge. I'll see you out there," he gives you a wink and heads back to central.

____________________

You and Bridget watch from the sidelines as one of Dr. Mehta's residents does a neuro exam on a patient. She's young and beautiful and very bright. She's thorough with her exam and quick with any answers Dr. Mehta asks her.

Your eyes glance to Jack who looks very impressed with the resident, "You've got quite the protege, Mehta."

Mehta shrugs, "She's a great student."

"Top of my class," the resident says proudly, "I like to think I'm quick and efficient." She has a twinkle in her eye and you notice it right away. Oh. Oh. She thinks Jack is attractive. You've seen women, and some men, give Jack a certain look, especially after he'd done something that shows his knowledge in medicine.

You look at Bridget and she's giving you a knowing look back. You chuckle and shake your head.

"Keep up the good work," Jack says with a nod before leaving the room.

The resident follows him out and Bridget tells you to follow. You do, but not because you don't trust Jack, you just want to see what the resident will do.

You watch from the other side of central as she stops Jack. They converse and he gives a polite smile, answering whatever question she had for him. You see her smile falter and she softly smiles, rushing out of the ER and back up to neuro.

You quickly follow Jack to another room, but wait for him outside of it while he observes Shen work on the patient.

Minutes pass and Jack steps out, practically running right into you, "Everything okay?"

You chuckle, "Did you know that resident was flirting with you?"

His brows furrow in confusion, "Resident?"

"Mehta's resident."

He pauses and thinks again, "All she asked me was if the ER gets a lot of neuro cases. I said we do on occasion, but not a lot. I asked her why and she said it seems like things are much more exciting down here and that she hopes to come down more often. Which, I don't think would be a good thing considering-"

You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh, which causes Jack to pause, "What's funny?"

"Honey, she was sooo flirting with you! I saw how she was looking at you."

"Which was?"

"Like she wanted to jump your bones, but, honestly, I totally get that," Your comment makes Jack's lips twitch into a smirk, "But she was saying that she hopes to come down more often because she wants to see you."

Jack's brows furrow, "I...really?"

"Yes! Honestly, it was adorable to see."

"...is that how people flirt nowadays?"

You snort and shrug, "I don't know. You and I didn't flirt much in our early stages of dating." You shake your head, "Doesn't matter, Jack. I trust you. I just thought it was an amusing thing to see and knowing how clueless you were makes it even more amusing."

He rolls his eyes at you and murmurs, "Happy to be your source of entertainment tonight."

You giggle and walk away from him, going to check on some of your patients with Ellis.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Dr. Clueless

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jack usually work on opposite shifts, however, the two nurses have called out and they're desperate. So now you're on shift with your boyfriend and you witness another doctor flirting with him.

The Pitt Masterlist

When you enter The Pitt, you have a grumpy look on your face. Lena, the night shift charge nurse, looks at you with raised brows, "Thought you'd be happier to be working with your guy."

You scoff, "Please, he's doing this to me on purpose. He knew I was enjoying my day off without him."

You head to the lockers and place your things inside. A picture of you and Jack taped to the inside of your locker stares back at you.

"Hey, honey," Jack greets you softly.

You shut your locker and look at him with a frown and crossed arms, "You're mean for calling me in tonight."

He playfully rolls his eyes, "Oh please. We're down two nurses and I knew you were available."

"No, you knew that I was enjoying being a couch potato without you and you got jealous. So when your nurses called out, you called me because you're a jealous," you poke his chest for emphasis, "and petty," poke, "piece," poke, "of," poke, "shit!"

He smirks at you and grabs your finger, bringing it to his lips and kisses it, "I'm sorry, I love you."

You sigh and mumble, "I love you too."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was able to get you an iced coffee before Dunkin' closed."

You try to keep up the upset facade up, but the corner of your lip twitches up, "I love you so much."

Jack chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, "It's in the lounge. I'll see you out there," he gives you a wink and heads back to central.

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You and Bridget watch from the sidelines as one of Dr. Mehta's residents does a neuro exam on a patient. She's young and beautiful and very bright. She's thorough with her exam and quick with any answers Dr. Mehta asks her.

Your eyes glance to Jack who looks very impressed with the resident, "You've got quite the protege, Mehta."

Mehta shrugs, "She's a great student."

"Top of my class," the resident says proudly, "I like to think I'm quick and efficient." She has a twinkle in her eye and you notice it right away. Oh. Oh. She thinks Jack is attractive. You've seen women, and some men, give Jack a certain look, especially after he'd done something that shows his knowledge in medicine.

You look at Bridget and she's giving you a knowing look back. You chuckle and shake your head.

"Keep up the good work," Jack says with a nod before leaving the room.

The resident follows him out and Bridget tells you to follow. You do, but not because you don't trust Jack, you just want to see what the resident will do.

You watch from the other side of central as she stops Jack. They converse and he gives a polite smile, answering whatever question she had for him. You see her smile falter and she softly smiles, rushing out of the ER and back up to neuro.

You quickly follow Jack to another room, but wait for him outside of it while he observes Shen work on the patient.

Minutes pass and Jack steps out, practically running right into you, "Everything okay?"

You chuckle, "Did you know that resident was flirting with you?"

His brows furrow in confusion, "Resident?"

"Mehta's resident."

He pauses and thinks again, "All she asked me was if the ER gets a lot of neuro cases. I said we do on occasion, but not a lot. I asked her why and she said it seems like things are much more exciting down here and that she hopes to come down more often. Which, I don't think would be a good thing considering-"

You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh, which causes Jack to pause, "What's funny?"

"Honey, she was sooo flirting with you! I saw how she was looking at you."

"Which was?"

"Like she wanted to jump your bones, but, honestly, I totally get that," Your comment makes Jack's lips twitch into a smirk, "But she was saying that she hopes to come down more often because she wants to see you."

Jack's brows furrow, "I...really?"

"Yes! Honestly, it was adorable to see."

"...is that how people flirt nowadays?"

You snort and shrug, "I don't know. You and I didn't flirt much in our early stages of dating." You shake your head, "Doesn't matter, Jack. I trust you. I just thought it was an amusing thing to see and knowing how clueless you were makes it even more amusing."

He rolls his eyes at you and murmurs, "Happy to be your source of entertainment tonight."

You giggle and walk away from him, going to check on some of your patients with Ellis.

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Dr. Clueless

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jack usually work on opposite shifts, however, the two nurses have called out and they're desperate. So now you're on shift with your boyfriend and you witness another doctor flirting with him.

The Pitt Masterlist

When you enter The Pitt, you have a grumpy look on your face. Lena, the night shift charge nurse, looks at you with raised brows, "Thought you'd be happier to be working with your guy."

You scoff, "Please, he's doing this to me on purpose. He knew I was enjoying my day off without him."

You head to the lockers and place your things inside. A picture of you and Jack taped to the inside of your locker stares back at you.

"Hey, honey," Jack greets you softly.

You shut your locker and look at him with a frown and crossed arms, "You're mean for calling me in tonight."

He playfully rolls his eyes, "Oh please. We're down two nurses and I knew you were available."

"No, you knew that I was enjoying being a couch potato without you and you got jealous. So when your nurses called out, you called me because you're a jealous," you poke his chest for emphasis, "and petty," poke, "piece," poke, "of," poke, "shit!"

He smirks at you and grabs your finger, bringing it to his lips and kisses it, "I'm sorry, I love you."

You sigh and mumble, "I love you too."

"If it makes you feel any better, I was able to get you an iced coffee before Dunkin' closed."

You try to keep up the upset facade up, but the corner of your lip twitches up, "I love you so much."

Jack chuckles and presses a kiss to your head, "It's in the lounge. I'll see you out there," he gives you a wink and heads back to central.

____________________

You and Bridget watch from the sidelines as one of Dr. Mehta's residents does a neuro exam on a patient. She's young and beautiful and very bright. She's thorough with her exam and quick with any answers Dr. Mehta asks her.

Your eyes glance to Jack who looks very impressed with the resident, "You've got quite the protege, Mehta."

Mehta shrugs, "She's a great student."

"Top of my class," the resident says proudly, "I like to think I'm quick and efficient." She has a twinkle in her eye and you notice it right away. Oh. Oh. She thinks Jack is attractive. You've seen women, and some men, give Jack a certain look, especially after he'd done something that shows his knowledge in medicine.

You look at Bridget and she's giving you a knowing look back. You chuckle and shake your head.

"Keep up the good work," Jack says with a nod before leaving the room.

The resident follows him out and Bridget tells you to follow. You do, but not because you don't trust Jack, you just want to see what the resident will do.

You watch from the other side of central as she stops Jack. They converse and he gives a polite smile, answering whatever question she had for him. You see her smile falter and she softly smiles, rushing out of the ER and back up to neuro.

You quickly follow Jack to another room, but wait for him outside of it while he observes Shen work on the patient.

Minutes pass and Jack steps out, practically running right into you, "Everything okay?"

You chuckle, "Did you know that resident was flirting with you?"

His brows furrow in confusion, "Resident?"

"Mehta's resident."

He pauses and thinks again, "All she asked me was if the ER gets a lot of neuro cases. I said we do on occasion, but not a lot. I asked her why and she said it seems like things are much more exciting down here and that she hopes to come down more often. Which, I don't think would be a good thing considering-"

You cover your mouth with your hand as you laugh, which causes Jack to pause, "What's funny?"

"Honey, she was sooo flirting with you! I saw how she was looking at you."

"Which was?"

"Like she wanted to jump your bones, but, honestly, I totally get that," Your comment makes Jack's lips twitch into a smirk, "But she was saying that she hopes to come down more often because she wants to see you."

Jack's brows furrow, "I...really?"

"Yes! Honestly, it was adorable to see."

"...is that how people flirt nowadays?"

You snort and shrug, "I don't know. You and I didn't flirt much in our early stages of dating." You shake your head, "Doesn't matter, Jack. I trust you. I just thought it was an amusing thing to see and knowing how clueless you were makes it even more amusing."

He rolls his eyes at you and murmurs, "Happy to be your source of entertainment tonight."

You giggle and walk away from him, going to check on some of your patients with Ellis.

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