#Dr. Peter Andover x Reader Drabble

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Dr Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

Plot: In this issue of 'making Peter take care of his mental health', you decide to enlist a rabbit for some animal therapy. 🐇🐇🐇

Warnings: This is just very fluffy!! Pun totally intended 😄 ^^

"Hey Dr!" You call cheerfully, letting yourself right on into his office and completely ignoring his dead-eyes as he looks up deadpanned from his paperwork and you click the door shut again behind you. Waltzing steadily right up to the desk, you carefully lug a pet carrier with you and heave it gently onto it. "How're you today?"

"Fine... " His voice is full of exhaustion, heavy with melancholy, before his eyes flicker towards the carrier and theirs lift in his tone when he speaks next; though he does not look any better, yet. "What's that?"

Going ahead and unlatching the compartment door, you reach in and give whatever is inside a few sweet pets. "A bunny. Her name's Ghost."

Dr Andover's eyes follow you as you lift Ghost out of the carrier door and into your arms, giving the little rabbit more pets. She's quite fluffy, a beatiful pure white colour like his hair, and quite calm. Sweet and happy in your arms. "And uh, why do you have Ghost with you??"

"She's for you." You tell him bluntly, gesturing at him with your free arm to push his chair back from the desk. "Go on- Put your pen down."

"What- " Dropping the pen, Peter is sits back so confused, mind still thick with terrible thoughts and a mountain of paperwork he has to complete. And- and now there's a rabbit and he-- oh god is it Easter already?? No, surely not-

"Ghost is living with me while her momma, my sister, is outta town- and she is very lovely. Though she's been eating my wicker laundry basket." Making dissappointed tut tut tut noises, you gradually round the desk until Peter's craning his neck back to look skeptical at you. "I just thought she would like to meet you."

"You what- "

Now standing right by the doctor, his hands conveniently set on the arms of his desk chair leaving room on his lap (Now is the monent to strike, you're thinking. Before he understands and kicks you out. Well, tries to), you tilt your head at him. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"

"Uh, no."

You give a peculiar look. "Scared?"

Vaguely, through the bafflement and the dark clouds in his eyes, Dr Fearless looks insulted at that. "Of a rabbit?"

"Didn't think so." Okay great. Ever so carefully you lean down and release the warm little bunny in Dr Andover's lap even as his mouth falls open to protest. "Careful... "

As you straighten up and set your hand on the back of Peter's chair, you watch the bunny rabbit step around in his lap for a few moments and smell at him with her little twitchy whiskery nose with a bemused look on your face- because almost as soon as Ghosts weight settled in his lap, Peter's whole body relaxed and he offered his fingers to Ghost for a curious sniff. "Oh- Hello, there... you're cute, I'll admit... "

A little grin quirks at the corner of your mouth as Peter almost immediately bonds with the little rabbit. A grin slip across his tired, haggard face as Ghost pats up the mans chest, reaching for his face, and yours widens.

For a few minutes you stand there, just making sure that Peter is fully emursed in the 'therapy', stroking Ghosts back with his whole hand and totally focused on the feel, before you step away and quietly just start to tidy up the office a little.

"... very slick, Y/N."

"-Hm?" You look up from the plate of mugs you've gathered and faking confusion. Whatever do you mean, sir?? I'm a simple person just bringing a rabbit into work for show and tell.

He's looking up the tiniest smirk is playing at the corner of his mouth for a moment, looking like he's going to call you out, Ghost still snuggled in his lap- until he just gently shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "I don't know. Dont worry." He does know- but he looks back down to Ghost with lovely soft eyes and you sigh; continuing to collect dirty dishes strength about the little well-decorated room.

Peter sits with Ghost for a good half an hour before snapping back to his work-mind, and making you leave. He did ask you to bring Ghost back again tomorrow, though, 'if it happens to cross your mind'.

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Dr. Peter Andover x Reader || Drabble

So actually really liked this movie!! (Not like 2001 Maniacs, which I literally just watch cuz of Buckman, Boone and Harper) and I woke up today and had to write this! ^^ Also I LOVED Gage (A mean, sarcastic middle aged man?? I'm a little predictable haha XD) so I might have to write for him at some point ^^

Plot: As the clinic’s chef, making food for all the staff, live-in patients and visitors, it’s your job to keep them all full and healthy (Though you do slip and maybe give them a little too much comfort food, because the poor babes all need it). Its not easy, everyone has different dietary requirements, different tastes, and some don’t even want to eat they’re so scared…

But even harder then coordinating meals, though, would be taking care of poor exhausted, overworked Peter.

Warnings: Unadulterated fluff XD Can be seen as romantic or platonic ^^

It was late-late when the doctor finally rocked up to the kitchens- far past dinner time. Far past bedtime, in fact. But you knew he would be around at some point, so despite being tired, you had stuck around for him- you would rather make him something then have him crack open a pack of crackers for dinner. Besides, while you’re waiting, you can prepare breakfast for the next morning!

Peter sits down at one of the stools you usually sit at the peel potatoes, now, looking exhausted as ever, and you flick on the kettle immediately. He’s going to need a cuppa.  “Evening, Doc, what brings you to my office?” Your jibe succeeds in drawing a tired glare from him but your face is soft and warm, as you go into the pantry. “I’ll whip you up some mac and cheese, how’s that? You just sit there and rest up.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

~

As soon as you set the bowl down in front of him, its like something clicks in his brain- and it’s not hunger. A disapproving frown slips across your face because you know this look on him- and you’re not having it. No, no sir. “Uh, sorry, I just realised something… I- I need to return to my research. Thank you for dinner, but- “

“No.” Shaking your head, you sit down a seat away from him and sternly offer the spoon to him. “Eat now, then finish your work. You didn’t even come for lunch today, so I know you haven’t eaten for hours- you’re not leaving this room until this whole bowl is empty, yes?”

He looks deeply offended at your blunt bossiness - you don’t know why, this isn’t a new thing, - and opens his mouth to argue, pointedly avoiding the spoon. “No. Excuse me, my work is very important and if I don’t return to it those kids could be scarred for their whole lives, Y/N.”

“I know that,” You say softly, carefully. Because he’s right, of course he is, but so are you. “And only you can do it- which means we need you to stay alive, and part of that is a healthy diet here.”

Peter’s eyes flicker to the bowl of cheese in front of him before giving you a dubious sort of look. Like, seriously? “Healthy, you say?”

With a dismissive shrug, you gesture towards him with the spoon again. “I put broccoli in it, you’re getting veggies. They’re just gonna taste like cheese, though- because I’m a master in the culinary arts, sir.” You wink. “That’s why you hired me.”

Finally he gives a sigh and an eyeroll, and takes the spoon. “Fine, but may I have a notepad and pen, so I can write down what I need to do??”

“Nope,” You shake your head, resting your arms on the bench. “You’re gonna make conversation with me. Its good for you to socialise, and I promise- I’m a sparkling conversationalist. I may not get all your mega-brain science-y stuff, but my head-nodding abilities are superb.” And, also, you are just determined to get him to settle for a while. No work talking, no work thinking, no work full stop. For an hour, at least! You would be happy with an hour- more, would be fantastic, but you’re working on realistic goal setting here.

… When Peter just groans and starts his dinner, you smile. Hurray! No argument!

Only after he’s had a few bites, you pat his arm quickly and settle yourself facing him; At attention. “So, tell me- “Spoon halfway to his face, he stops; Raising his brows at you. You flash a grin, back. “What’s your favourite colour?” At this he full-on deadpans, making you elicit a little laugh. “Come on, now, I’m not teasing you here- I don’t know it!” And it wouldn’t hurt him to think about shit that doesn’t matter, a little.

“Black.”

Oh, bullshit. “It is not- and that’s not a colour.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, pink.” A warm smile spreads across your face, at that, and you nod while you let him eat some more.

“Alright cool, pink.” Picking up your tea, you go to take a sip before stopping short and glancing at Peter over the mug. “Like- innards, and stuff?”

That startles him, in fact you think that if he were drinking something at that moment then he would have choked. “No, not- “Setting the arm with the spoon down on the bench, he sets you with a stern look. “Like a softer pink then that. Like… a powder pink, actually.” He shrugs, returning to his mac and cheese.

“Hm, that is a nice colour.” You think out loud.

“What’s yours?” Peter asks, and you’re pleasantly surprised by him- he’s engaging!! You’re succeeding!

“Mine? Oh I guess… (Colour you like).”

“That’s a nice one, too.”

For a couple of minutes after that you stay silent, allowing him to eat more before you get up and uncover the bowl you have filled with setting dough on the other side of the bench. It should be ready, now. There are also 4 large pans ready to go in the oven when they’re filled, and a clean space next to all that. Humming, you chuck the t-towel you had covering the dough off to another bench and smile- looks perfect!

“Oh, what’s that?” Peter speaks up, and when you look up at him you see that he’s genuinely interested, straightened up to try and deduct what it is, or what it will be, for himself. You flash a smile, showing the inside of the bowl.

“I’m making cinnamon rolls for tomorrow! Figured everyone deserved a treat- “

“You think we always deserve a ‘treat’,” He rolls his eyes once again at you, but he’s grinning now.

“Hey,” You reply, sternly even so, a firm finger up in between you both and a grin across your lips as well. “You do.”

“Ha.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he turns away from you again as you turn to the sink, yourself. Okay, his self-image is the next thing you have to work on, you decide. For now though you’ll continue to work on him resting.

After washing your hands for a good 30 seconds, an idea occurs to you. And, taking a peak over your shoulder at the contents of his bowl, and seeing that it’s just about empty- only morsels remaining, you decide to go ahead with it. “Hey- why don’t you help me, Doc?”

“Wh- what?” Clearly he was already thinking about work again, returning to the drill in his mind, but you’re not having that - it’s only been 20 minutes! - as he looks to you a little startled. “You want me to what?”

“Help me! Its not that hard- c’mon, roll up your sleeves, wash your hands, and stand here.” You point to the spot next to you by the wide bench, and stand there patiently- showing that you’ll wait.

Hesitantly, he looks slowly from his bowl to you. “Should I clean my bowl first?... “

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it later.”

“Okay… “

Surprisingly he does as he’s told without complaint this time around, before joining you at the bench. Humming, you reach up and flick a shock of white hair off his forehead. “Now usually I’d insist you put on a hairnet, but I think we can make an exception this once.”

Giving another rare grin - that’s 2 in the last hour, and you’re finding that your worn-out boss is actually quite handsome when he does that. Well, he was always handsome, you’re not blind, but considering that that he doesn’t do it often, he’s got a very nice smile, - he shakes his head. “Thank god.”

The joking tone in his voice causes what feels like a blip to occur in your heartbeat, and you give a little laugh as you turn to the task at hand. “Okay, so what you’re going to do is get yourself a good clump of dough… like this… “You show him the right amount, and hand it to him before collecting yourself a clump. “Now we’re gonna roll it out into a long strip- like this!”

After demonstrating the action with the rolling pin, you hand the utensil to him and go in search of another to use yourself while he copies your actions with the dough. When you return you find yourself realising how close the two of you are standing, after all you can feel his body heat, but shake your head at yourself. “Alright, done, what next? I suppose there’s a paste we have to use?... Ah.” He nods, seeing the bowl that you also retrieved from the fridge while you were grabbing another rolling pin.

“Ta~ Da~!” You sigh, peeling away the glad wrap to reveal the cinnamon paste.

“I see. Very good.”

“Of course.” Handing Peter a brush for himself and dipping your own into the cinnamon paste, you then paint your strip with a good amount of the stuff- nice and generous, so whoever gets this roll will be quite pleased in the morning at breakfast. He does the same thing, focusing a little unnecessarily on how neat it looks, but you know- whatever makes him happy. A little tidiness is not going to hurt- so, whatever! “Just like that! Then we roll them up so they look right, and set them in the pan…. There! All done. Only… 18 more of those.” You say, gesturing to the rest of the pan with one hand on your hip after you both finish. “For this pan.” You add also, gesturing then to the others.

Peter blows air out of his cheeks and widens his eyes dramatically at the job, before reaching to get another handful of dough. “Well then we better get on with it.”

It takes you both a little over half an hour to get them all done, all the while you chatter to him about whatever comes to mind that’s not work related - other pastries he might like, your family back home, movies you’ve watched recently and recommendations for him, books he reads just for pleasure, etc, - and he really gets into it! He even laughs, and it fills you with so much happiness you beam at him.

Then when all the cinnamon rolls and pasted an rolled up and set in the oven, he asks if theirs anything else he can help with and you shake your head, brushing flour off your apron. “Nope, its bed time for you.”

“… excuse you?” He asks you slowly, and you can’t help but wonder how long it will be until he realises that you’re always right?? Goodness gracious. “I’m a grown man, I can decide when it’s time for bed for myself I think- “

“No, you can’t.” You shake your head- the idea quite amusing to you. “But that’s why you have me- now, do I have to march you there myself?”

Giving a heavy sigh, he turns and heads towards the door. “No… you do not… “

“That’s a good doctor- oh.” You tease, unable to stop yourself quite in time. He stops himself though, hearing it, and looks around to see you biting your lips to try and keep from grinning. “… Sorry…”  

A flicker of a grin flits across his face then- not quite another smile, but something mischievous, something almost wicked, for sure. “You just wait until your next appointment my dear, then you’ll see what a ‘good doctor’ I can be.”

At this your jaw drops, a slight grin pulling at the corner of your mouth at the same time. “Sir!”

“Yes?”

“Are you teasing me??”

He gives a shrug, making those eyes round and innocent. “I’ve no clue what you’re referring to Y/N, I merely said that the next time you need me I’ll be sure to attend to your needs to the best of my professional ability. I would never tease… “

“Uhuh… “You shake your head fondly. “Go to bed, doc. You’re going loopy.”

“Yes, dear.”

~ The next morning Dr Andover is actually at breakfast with everyone else, rather then stopping by a little later for a pop tart or a piece of toast. Some people are surprised and some are pleased to see him there.

When you bring out breakfast with the finagled help of Bauer and Gage, you’re surprised too to see him there- and pleased. You flash him a grin, a wink and a thumbs up like good job sir, I see you there trying.

“Ooh, pink,” Sarah smiles, picking a strip of delicious cinnamon roll off of her plate and noting the powder pink coloured glaze on top to the Doctor beside her. “Wonder why Y/N coloured them? It’s not Valentine’s day, or anything.”

“Oh, uh,” Andover grins at the roll he probably made, glazed his favourite colour by Y/N- causing Sarah to just about choke. Was that a smile??? She’s happy he’s happy, but- what in the world!??? “I’m not sure. Bit of a random choice, I agree.” He says, deciding not to explain - he himself doesn’t even really know why you did this, not that he’s complaining about the lovely gesture, - as he starts his breakfast.

“Hm… “Sarah hums, left watching the doctor in dubiousness, a half-amused grin on her face. “Yeah… “