Babysitter Uncle Robby! - Jack Abbot x fem!reader / Robby Robinavitch x platonic!reader
Summary: To celebrate their wedding anniversary, Jack had plans to take his wife out for a night. But plans change when their regular babysitter gets sick. Luckily, the girls' uncle (and godfather) volunteers to babysit! Will he be up to the task?
Warnings: fluff. Seriously. FLUFF! Jack and Yn are married and have two daughters, six-year-old Lilly and three-year-old Rosie. Robby is their godfather, but they call him uncle.
The hospital corridor was quieter than usual for a Thursday night. The heart monitors seemed to beep softer, the patients seemed calmer, and even the footsteps were muffled. It was the calm before the storm, and Jack could pray harder that the storm wouldn't impact his time off. He had plans.
Very important plans.
"Honey?"
"Yes, love of my life? " Jack replied, turning and immediately placing his hands on her waist. She responded with an eye roll, but couldn't suppress a smile.
"The gentleman's tests in bed seven came back." she said, handing him the tablet to analyze the results.
"Okay, let's start with Gentamicin 7mg/kg" he returned the tablet to her with a small smile.
"I already placed the order at the pharmacy." she replied, trying to turn around, but Jack stopped her, stealing a kiss. "What's gotten into you today?" she asked with a slightly surprised tone, but still returned the kisses. Jack wasn't exactly against public displays of affection; if you really want to know, it was quite the opposite. So much so that HR gave up on notifying Jack, and of course his colleagues had already gotten used to seeing the night shift attendant and the head night nurse exchanging little caresses once in a while (or every time Jack was free and saw his beautiful wife working).
"And I thought the honeymoon phase would pass after six months of marriage." Robby spoke as he finished documenting his patients' progress on the day shift.
"Don't you have a motorcycle to ride recklessly? " Jack asked, hearing his friend laugh.
"I'm going to take the antibiotic to Mr. Rodriguez. " she said, giving Jack one last kiss before leaving his arms. But, as she passed behind Robby, she made sure to give him a little flick behind the ear. Robby laughed a little louder.
That's when the storm arrived.
It wasn't exactly what they expected, but it was still a storm that would ruin Jack's plans.
And it all started with a low phone notification sound.
"Shit" Jack said quietly. His relaxed expression after the brief moment with his wife changed drastically to tense and slightly irritated.
"Trouble in paradise?" Robby teased.
"Not yet, but we will." he said frustrated. "Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary, I had planned to take her to dinner at the restaurant where we had our first date and then, a night alone at a five-star hotel"
"Are you going to try a third one?" Jack ignored his friend's comment and continued.
"Now I'll have to cancel everything."
"What? Why?" Robby stopped typing and looked at Jack.
"Our babysitter has the flu and won't be able to spend the night with the girls." Jack didn't hide his frustration. He knew it wasn't the babysitter's fault, but he was eagerly awaiting their date. It would be the couple's first night alone in a long time, and they wanted to enjoy it.
"I can stay with them, if you want." Robby offered, and Jack looked up at him. - It's been a while since I've spent time with my goddaughters… It'll be nice.
"Robby, do you think you can handle it? " Jack asked with slight suspicion.
"Of course I can!" - he replied, slightly offended that his friend thought he couldn't handle it.
Robby saw Lilly born; saw her take her first steps; changed Rosie's diapers when Jack and Yn were too exhausted to do it themselves.
"I'm their godfather for a reason, Jack. I can handle a six-year-old and a three-year-old," Robby said confidently.
"I don't think you know what you're getting into… But hey, i'm not going to complain!" Jack agreed, patting Robby on the shoulder affectionately. "Thanks, Robby! See you tomorrow at seven! And no taking the girls for a motorcycle ride!" he joked.
"No promises," Robby retorted.
The next day, Robby did his best to leave his shift on time. Jack and Yn were off, obviously, but they both had a busy evening that Robby had promised to help with.
He stopped his motorcycle in front of Jack's house, smiling as he saw toys on the lawn in front of the house. His backpack was slung over his shoulder, containing a change of clothes in case he needed them.
It was Yn who opened the door. She was wearing a beautiful dark dress that made every curve of her body look like a work of art.
"Wow… If you weren't married to my best friend for ten years…" he joked, entering the house and giving his friend a small hug. "Happy birthday, by the way."
"Thank you, Robby," she replied. "Jack told me you offered to babysit the girls, thank you so much."
"No need to thank me! I missed my goddaughters," Robby replied, opening his bag and taking out a small gift. "This is for you. To help celebrate the birthday." Un seemed suspicious, but opened the small package anyway. It was two vouchers for a couple's massage at the hotel where they would be staying.
"Robby… Thank you." Yn pulled her friend into another hug.
"UNCLE ROBBY!!!" Two extremely excited voices rushed down the entrance hall until they bumped into Robby. Six-year-old Lilly grabbed his legs in a tight hug. Three-year-old Rosie jumped into Robby's lap. She held Jack's prosthetic leg; it was clear he let the girls have their fun with it, as his socket was covered in all sorts of stickers, and his prosthetic foot had pink glitter painted toenails.
"What do you have there, Rosie? " Robby laughed at the way the girl smiled, showing her father's prosthesis to Robby as if it were a work of art.
"I'll keep this." Yn gently took it from her daughter's hand, who pouted, but Robby distracted her with a tickle on the neck before putting her down. Rosie and Lilly ran back to the living room. " Lilly went through the same phase… I think they think that if they have his prosthesis, they have a part of him, you know?"
"Honey? Have you seen my leg?" Jack's voice echoed through the house before he appeared in the hallway. The crutches he was using were also decorated by the girls, with stickers, glitter, and accessories like feathered ribbons and chains with pendants. It perfectly matched the almost formal outfit Jack was wearing. His outfit matched his wife's dress perfectly.
"Rosie took it" Yn replied, handing Jack her leg.
"Robby, you arrived just in time" Jack smiled at his friend.
"While you finish getting ready, I'll go over the routine with Robby, okay?" she asked, giving Jack a small kiss as he returned to the room.
"Routine?" Robby smiled, teasing the woman.
"You'll see. " she pulled him into the kitchen next door. - T"hey should have dinner at seven-thirty, I've already left everything ready in the refrigerator, you just need to heat it up and it's ready. Lilly is going through a picky eating phase, she takes a long time to eat, but you can't rush her or she won't eat anymore. Rosie is… learning about plate boundaries, so she makes a mess, but nothing too extreme. We have cleaning cloths here," she pointed to the cupboard. "in case she makes too much of a mess."
"Yes, ma'am." he replied, finding his friend's motherly side adorable.
"They can eat one cookie each, you don't want them to get full of sugar, Robby. For your own good."
"You kown, I've taken care of children before, you know that, right?" he joked, and she reflected for a while.
"I know… It's just… You've never spent the night with them alone, what if you can't handle it?"
"First: Ouch. " he put his hand on his chest as if she had hurt him. A"nd second: they're adorable. I can handle it. " she agreed, the two went to the living room, finding Jack sitting with the girls on the sofa.
"Just one more thing" Yn said softly as if she didn't want them to hear. "Lilly is learning to read, she likes to show that she knows how. She'll ask you to read her a story before bed, only help her if she asks, otherwise she gets frustrated, okay?"
"Sure"
"They can watch cartoons or movies until nine o'clock and then it's bedtime. Rosie wakes up twice during the night, but she manages to fall back asleep on her own." yn explained, smiling as she watched Jack playing with Lilly and Rosie at the same time.
"Ready? " Jack asked, looking at his wife.
"Ready."
"Go enjoy your night… Make a third one if you want. " Robby teased.
"Ha ha ha" yn laughed awkwardly, pulling Jack towards the door.
"It doesn't hurt to try, right… " he replied.
"Jack!" she grabbed her purse and gave him the car keys. "Girls, please behave yourselves. Mommy loves you" she bent down to hug and kiss the heads of the two girls several times.
"I love you too, Mommy" Lilly said, giving her a tight hug. Rosie didn't say anything, just hugged the woman.
"Little monsters," Jack knelt on the floor. "I already gave Robby the magic amulet to put on your bed to scare away the monsters, okay?" Robby smiled at the way Jack was talking. Extremely serious and tense, even though it was a childish fantasy. "He knows the spell," Jack had passed on to Robby earlier. The spell was simple:
"Under the bed, no way,
inside the closet, you won't live.
Ugly monster, you can go away,
the night is peaceful, so go away now.
HUUHAAAA!!!"
"I love you both," he said, hugging and kissing each of them.
"I love you, Daddy," Lilly replied, hugging Jack tightly. Rosie did the same.
"We can stay if… No. We deserve this," Yn said, seeming to have a conversation with herself. "We are parents, but beyond that. We are a couple and we deserve to be a couple!"
"Exactly!" Jack said, opening the door and pulling his wife outside. "Bye Robby! Good luck!"
"Thanks again!" Robby picked Rosie up and held Lilly's hand as the three watched Jack and yn's car pull out of the garage.
"Uncle Robby." Lilly called, her eyes shining with something that made Robby quite proud. "Are we in charge now?"
"Yes!" Robby smiled. He was ready for war. "First rule of the night" he closed the front door and walked inside, lifting Rosie in his arms like a trophy. She giggled, her little legs swinging. "There are no rules."
Lilly jumped onto the sofa as if it were a trampoline.
"Can we have ice cream for dinner?" she asked with a smile that showed her missing tooth. Robby knew it had fallen out earlier in the week. Her first baby tooth. Jack held yn while she cried when the nanny sent a picture.
"Absolutely! But let's do this right." Robby put Rosie down, who immediately joined her sister on the sofa.
"What does this mean?" Lilly asked.
"It means I want you to put on your fanciest clothes and meet me at the dining table in ten minutes!" Robby smiled, watching the girls rush to do what he asked.
Robby went to the kitchen, grabbing a tablecloth, the girls' plates, their glasses, and their silverware. He took two lit candles and placed them in the center of the table, along with some flower petals he had brought in his bag, and scattered them on the table. With a white dish towel on his forearm, Robby was ready.
Rosie was the first to return, her chic outfit a dinosaur pajama set that he himself had given her, complete with a tail and large, fluffy scales on her back.
"Lady Rosie, your high chair awaits you," he said, and she smiled, raising her arms and letting him place her in the baby high chair.
"I'm ready!!!" Lilly was wearing a princess costume that Robby was sure she had worn last Halloween. It was a glittery skirt that left a trail of sparkling dots wherever she went. She had a golden plastic crown on her head, fastened with clips, and a matching scepter in her hand.
"Oh, if it isn't Your Majesty!" Robby bowed to the girl, who giggled. "Your seat, Your Majesty." Lilly climbed onto the chair, and Robby helped her adjust to her slightly higher seat. "Would you like to see the menu for tonight's dinner?" Lilly and Rosie looked at each other before laughing at Robby's silly tone. "Shall I recommend our most popular grape juice? Straight from France, in a cardboard box with natural sweeteners?" He showed the juice box he took from the refrigerator as if it were a bottle of wine. "May I serve you, Your Majestic Majesty?"
"Yes! Please and thank you, waiter Uncle Robby!" She raised her glass so he could serve her.
"And you, my lovely Lady Rosie Dinosaur, would you like some grape juice?"
"YES!" she said, giggling.
"For our appetizer, I recommend our best-selling item… Vanilla ice cream with cookie pieces." Robby took the ice cream out of the freezer, placing a small spoonful on each plate. "The ice cream was artificially made, and the cookies too, possibly." Lilly laughed as she ate a spoonful, while Rosie explored the ice cream with her hands before picking up a spoon and imitating her sister. "Now that you've finished our appetizer, I present to you our main course!" He showed a plate covered with a clean cloth to reveal small star-shaped sandwiches that Yn had made earlier. "And to accompany them… heart-shaped pieces of carrot. The chef recommends eating the hearts inside the stars… That way we don't taste them so much." He winked at Lilly, who smiled and agreed.
He watched the girls eat, sometimes continuing to play waiter, and sometimes helping Rosie eat the right way.
"Uncle Robby… Can I have more hearts?" Lilly asked, and of course Robby wasn't going to refuse.
"My most excellent and majestic greatness, of course, yes!" he said, giving her all the carrots she wanted. "Does Lady Rosie, the dinosaur-velociraptor-carnotaurus, want some too?" The girl nodded enthusiastically.
Robby secretly took a picture and sent it to Jack with the caption:
They asked for more carrots 👍.
Lilly ate slowly, but she ate. Rosie devoured the food like a good dinosaur does.
"Who's going to pay the bill?" Robby asked, looking at the girls. They exchanged glances and laughed.
"You!" Rosie replied, pointing at him with her dirty hand.
"Me? A simple waiter?" He picked her up, using his cloth to wipe her hands and face.
"Exactly!" Lilly replied, laughing.
"Okay then… I'll pay the bill… But when the bank comes to take my house because I don't have the money to pay, I'm sleeping with you!" Rosie immediately shook her head, laughing even though she didn't fully understand. "No? You're going to let me sleep on the street?" She nodded. "Rosie!" Robby put her down, laughing as he watched her run into the living room. Lilly followed.
He listened to the two of them playing while he washed the dishes and cleaned up the mess dinner had made.
Afterwards, Robby joined them in the living room.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, sitting on the sofa amidst the toys.
"Playing monsters and princesses!" Lilly replied, and Rosie clapped in agreement.
"Alright, then! Get ready, the monster's gonna get you! " He stood up, but Rosie and Lilly didn't move. "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"We're the monsters, Uncle Robby."
"Monsters!" Rosie raised her hands in the air and made a face.
"Oh… So I'm the prince?"
"Princess." Lilly replied, giving him her scepter and placing her crown on his head. "See? Princess" Robby had no arguments.
"And what do I have to do?" he asked curiously.
"You need to run away from us!"
"RAAAR!!! " Rosie growled, showing her little teeth.
"That's it! RAAAR!" Lilly imitated.
"Sounds good." He stood up, looked at the girls, and made a gesture asking for a break. "I have to tune my voice first…. A… AA… aaaa…. Okay, now that's better." Robby adjusted his head, picked up the plastic scepter and assumed the character. "AAAAAAAAA SAVE ME!" he ran through the house, hearing the girls laugh as they chased after him growling like monsters.
"RAAAAAR!" Lily roared with the ferocity of a six-year-old tiger.
"OH MY GOD HELP!!!" Robby yelled, jumping off the sofa and running in circles around the room, Rosie giggling behind him with staggering steps.
The chase lasted twenty minutes. Robby hid behind the curtains, yelled "don't eat my hair!" (which made Lily laugh even louder), and occasionally let himself be captured so the girls could roar triumphantly over his feigned dead body. Rosie, at the peak of her three years of military strategy training, simply threw herself on top of him and announced: "Gotcha!"
On the fourth capture, Robby realized his spine was starting to protest. He wasn't twenty-five anymore; he was more like his fifties with occupational wear and tear. But when he looked up and saw the two girls, Lilly with her hair all over the place and Rosie with her pajamas stained with grape juice, he forgot any pain.
"Truce!" he gasped. "The princess needs water. And the monsters too."
They dragged themselves to the kitchen, the three of them exhausted, and drank water (and juice) in silence. Rosie began rubbing her eyes with her fists, a clear sign of tiredness.
Robby checked his watch. 8:15 p.m. It was still early, but he didn't want to upset the girl.
"How about we have a dance party? I have some amazing dance moves!" he suggested, and Lilly immediately agreed. Rosie did too, less enthusiastic than her sister, but still.
Robby connected his cell phone to the living room speaker, the one Jack bought for "musical emergencies." He put on an upbeat playlist, and the first song started playing:
"Dancing Queen" by ABBA.
"That's Grandma's song!" Lilly shouted.
"Grandma has good taste!" Robby replied, and started dancing.
He didn't dance well. He never had. His steps were a strange combination of physical therapy movements and clumsy attempts at 90s choreography. But Lilly and Rosie didn't care. They spun in circles, clapped out of rhythm, and laughed every time Robby tried to do a "moonwalk" and almost fell.
It was during the fourth song that Robby made the mistake.
"Uncle Robby, show us that move you talked about!" Lilly exclaimed, breathless, while Rosie moved her body like a fish out of water.
"Get ready!" Robby interrupted them, his dance moves even more clumsy just to make them laugh and have fun.
"UNCLE ROBBY! UNCLE ROBBY! UNCLE ROBBY!" they chanted in unison.
Robby took a deep breath. He bent down, placed his hands on the floor, tried to twist his legs…
And froze.
The pain was immediate and overwhelming. A spasm in his lower back made him let out a muffled groan and fall sideways onto the carpet, like an insect that survived a slipper slap.
"Uncle Robby?" Lilly approached, worried. "Are you okay?"
"I'm… I'm great," he groaned, slowly rolling into a less agonizing position. "I just… decided to take a dramatic pause." To heighten the anticipation.
Rosie sat down beside him and began to stroke his head, as she had seen her mother do when someone was sick.
"Uncle Robby ouch?"
"No, sweetie. Uncle Robby's just… old. Old and stubborn."
It took him five minutes to sit up again, his back screaming in protest. Lilly had already lost interest in the dance and was leafing through a princess book. And Rosie was practically asleep on her feet.
Robby mentally reviewed the evening so far: successful dinner, victorious monster game, partially failed dance with self-inflicted injury.
Positive balance.
"How about we do makeup?" he suggested, trying to salvage the mood.
Lilly raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
"Real makeup?"
"Fake makeup, because it's the only kind I know how to do. But it has lipstick, eyeshadow, and glitter." Everything non-toxic and childproof.
"Where did you get all this?" Lilly asked, her eyes sparkling.
"I brought it in my backpack. I planned this for tonight, little one" Rosie let out a small, excited sound, as excited as Christmas Day.
The Abbots' bathroom had transformed into an improvised beauty salon. Robby spread towels on the floor "so as not to stain the carpet, your mother would kill me," opened his backpack and began to pull out his arsenal: a palette of colorful eyeshadows, three lipsticks (red, hot pink, lilac), various brushes, and a pot of glitter that looked like it had come straight from a children's party supply store.
"This is so cool!!!" Lilly exclaimed, picking up the makeup.
"Who first?" Robby asked, and Rosie raised her hand high, jumping like a kangaroo. "I think Rosie… What do you want?"
"Glitter!" she pointed to the glitter.
"Glitter it will be."
He carefully applied a thin layer of pink glitter to the girl's cheeks, who giggled at the tickling of the brush. Then, a touch of lilac eyeshadow on her eyelids, she closed her eyes so tightly it looked like she was praying, and a touch of bright pink lipstick on her lips.
When she looked in the mirror, her reaction was priceless.
"I'M A DINOSAUR PRINCESS!!!" she shouted, tapping her feet with joy.
"You always were. Now it's documented."
Lilly demanded something more elaborate.
"I want cat eye makeup. Mommy wears it sometimes." Robby swallowed hard. He had never done cat eye makeup in his life. His closest drawing experience was sketching arrows on whiteboards during resident classes.
"Cat eye. Right. Close your eyes and trust me."
He picked up a thin brush, dipped it in the pink eyeshadow, and approached Lilly's eyes with the same concentration he used when making a delicate suture. His hand trembled slightly. The girl remained perfectly still, her eyes closed.
The line came out crooked. More crooked than he imagined possible. It looked more like a worm than a cat.
'Finished' he announced, without conviction.
Lilly ran to the mirror. For a second, Robby feared she would cry. Instead, she laughed, a loud, genuine laugh that echoed off the bathroom tiles.
"It looks like a worm!"
"I know. Sorry."
"I love worms! NOW GLITTER!!" she grabbed the glitter and applied it wherever she wanted, leaving her face shining like the sun. Rosie, however, wasn't satisfied with just her own face. She grabbed the thickest, most colorful brush she could find, with the same eyeshadow Robby had used on her eyes, and pointed it at him.
"Now Uncle Robby!!!"
"What? No, honey, Uncle Robby doesn't need to…"
"UNCLE ROBBY NOW!!!" Rosie repeated, with the determination of a tax inspector.
"Yes! Now it's your turn!" Lilly replied, using her glitter-covered hands to paint Robby's face.
Robby was attacked with colorful eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, and lots and lots of glitter.
In the end, his eyes had at least six colors each. His beard was colored with lipstick, eyeshadow, and glitter. Now he truly was a princess.
"Does it look… beautiful?" he asked.
"Beautiful!" Rosie affirmed.
"I'm going to take a picture to show Dad!" Lilly said, grabbing Robby's cell phone from the sink.
"Everyone smile!!!" he said, grabbing his phone and snapping a dozen photos, each in a different pose. He didn't care at all about the makeup on his face, only about the girls' laughter. Even though Jack would use the photos as a weapon later. It was worth it.
After the makeup, which Robby removed just enough so as not to blind the girls with the excess glitter, came the dreaded bedtime.
"Story time!" he announced, hoping to make the moment more appealing.
Lilly chose a book called: The Little Elephant Who Wanted to Sleep, and Rosie agreed.
He held Rosie in his arms, cradling the little girl while Lilly read the first page of the book, wanting to impress her uncle. He, of course, let her read almost the entire book, only helping when she pointed to a word and asked what that letter meant. Rosie was asleep before the book was finished, and as soon as the last sentence was read, Lilly also fell asleep.
After making sure Lilly wouldn't wake up when he got up, Robby covered the girl with his unicorn comforter and left the room, leaving the door open in case she woke up. He put Rosie in her own bed, covering her with her own star-patterned comforter and turned off the lights, leaving the door open as well.
When he got to the living room, he started tidying up all the mess they had made before he sat on the sofa and started messing with his phone until sleep came.
The door to the Collins' house opened at seven fifteen. Jack and Yn entered slowly, trying not to make a sound, their hands clasped and their faces lit up with a shared smile. Dinner had been perfect, delicious food, full-bodied red wine, and a conversation that didn't involve medical records, schedules, or emergencies. They laughed, reminisced about their honeymoon, and planned future trips. And the night at the hotel was perfect; the couples massage relieved the tension the hospital had given them, and the night together was… Let's just say Jack actually tried for a third child.
"It'll be like this every month…" Jack whispered, promising. "At least once a month, we go out. No girls, no shifts, nothing."
"Agreed," she replied, her eyes still shining with happiness.
In the living room, the two remained silent.
What they saw before them was an image that no camera could capture in its entirety: Robby was asleep on the sofa, his mouth open (a small trickle of saliva running down his chin), his face covered in such a generous layer of glitter. Blue and green shadows colored his eyelids, a magenta blush spread across his cheeks in a disastrous gradient, and the red lipstick was already smudged, almost reaching his nose. His beard was full of colors.
Next to him were Rosie, sleeping in her uncle's lap, and Lilly with her legs propped up on him.
Both had painted faces, dressed in costumes, and were sound asleep enough not to wake when their parents arrived.
They both held Robby's hands tightly—Lilly's fingers intertwined on her right hand, Rosie's fist closed around her left pinky finger.
"Oh my god…" she whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth. Her eyes filled with tears. "Oh my God."
Jack silently took his cell phone out of his pocket. He couldn't resist. The photo he took, without flash, without warning, would be kept forever.
Jack grabbed a pouf from the living room and positioned it under Robby's feet, which were dangling over the edge of the sofa, so he would have better support. Yn adjusted the pillow behind his head.
The two stood there for a moment, observing the scene. The house was silent, except for the deep breathing of the three sleepyheads and the ticking of the clock.
"Shall we make their breakfast?" Yn said, intertwining her fingers with Jack's and pulling him towards the kitchen.
When he opened his eyes, Lilly was five inches from his face.
"Good morning, Uncle Robby! I thought you were dead!" she said, laughing.
"Good morning…" he said, dazed by the blanket and pillows.
"You snore when you sleep, you know?" Lilly asked.
"Where's Rosie?" he asked hoarsely with his morning voice.
"In the kitchen with Mom and Dad!"
Jack appeared in the room with two cups of coffee. He handed one to Robby and sat down in the armchair next to him.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Like a rock. But I think my back went to hell." Robby laughed, accepting the coffee.
"Lilly, are you going to help Mommy with the pancakes?" The girl immediately jumped off the sofa and ran to the kitchen. "They had so much fun yesterday… Lilly said it was the best pajama party ever." Jack said, and Robby smiled proudly. "Thank you, Robby."
"No need to thank me… Just make sure I'm the godfather of the third one too." He teased, and Jack just laughed.
And maybe… Just maybe, two months later Jack and Yn announced their third child… And Robby, of course, would be the godfather again.
Im soooo excited to finally share my comic for @sanji-zine ! Been sitting on it since 2024 😳 If you missed your chance to scoop some goodies up, nows your chance- leftovers are open! Thank you again for your hard work guys ✨💚
When I started this, I was just starting to fall in love with cooking. I wanted to take a break from my typical gag comic format and focus on the process, which is deeply important to a fella deeply important to me! :]
robby, my man, chill, or you'll give this man a heart attack at the age of 27!!
i am not done with making fanart for The Car's in reverse (by @itsfrthebirds ) just yet!!! and because i have no self control i ended up making a short comic for a scene from chapter 19
Jack gripping Robby's face and squishing his cheeks to force Robby to look at him, look at him while Jack fucks him full. and every time Robby closes his eyes he stops all movement completely til Robby opens them again, big browns all wet and shiny with tears, cheeks flushed red as pitiful whimpers hiccup out of him. jack— jack, please, cmon—
and Jack is smirking, satisfied, as he starts fucking into Robby again, hard and slow and deep. so you can listen, wow, look at that. good boy. not gonna fuck you unless you look me in the eyes while you take my dick like a good little faggot.
Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem!resident!reader
Category: fluff, grumpy x sunshine
Summary: A trail of love notes on Valentine's Day leaves Robby both frustrated and intrigued.
Warnings: implied age gap (reader is 20s, Robby is 50s), power imbalance, medical inaccuracies, harassment from an aggressive patient, Robby is sad and lonely, Robby yearns (though he doesn't realise it), kissing, pet name (sweet girl), reader is shorter than Robby, fluff, reader is a sunshine lover girl, Robby is a total grump, Robby's POV, let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 6.2k
A/N: The sad, middle-aged, greying, brown-eyed doctor has captivated my soul.
Holidays were always bad in the ED. Most of them usually reserved their worst cases for the night shift though, much to Robby's delight. Halloween nights were always particularly crazy, according to Abbot. The Fourth of July tended to get pretty wild once the fireworks started too. Luckily for Robby, he got to avoid most of it. But one day a year was always unhinged from the moment he set foot in the building.
Valentine's Day.
He dreaded it every year, knowing how long and hard his shift would be and anticipating that he'd have to work overtime. Something about the romantic holiday really set people off. It tempted those who were alone and single to start drinking early - usually setting off a chain of alcohol poisoning cases. Those in happy relationships used it as an opportunity to explore new sides of their physical relationships - he had seen many embarrassing cases of people hurting themselves in the middle of sex. Groups of friends would take part in rituals to banish their bad luck when it came to their love lives - he couldn't even count how many singed-off eyebrows he'd seen after people had decided to burn old reminders of exes.
So, yeah. Dr. Michael Robinavitch hated Valentine's Day. And that definitely had nothing to do with the fact that he always seemed to find himself single around the holiday.
Dana was already waiting for him behind her desk when he walked into the ED that morning. She looked at him over the top of her glasses, already sensing his foul mood.
"Lighten up. It's not even seven yet." She chuckled, shaking her head in amusement.
Robby exhaled roughly, dropping his bag. "You know what day it is, correct?"
"Oh, I'm aware." Dana kicked his bag softly under the desk, out of the way so people didn't trip on it. Forever the considerate mother hen of the Pitt. "We manage every year. We'll do it again today."
He didn't know what to say to that. She was right, as she often was. So how was he supposed to argue? He reached for the pump of hand sanitiser that sat in its usual spot on the desk. But froze when he saw a yellow post-it stuck to the front.
Our love is like hand hygiene - 100% essential.
Robby ripped it from the bottle and waved it at Dana. "What the hell is this?"
The charge nurse squinted at the piece of paper, a small smile tugging at her mouth. "Looks like a love note to me."
He huffed, about to scrunch it up before she stopped him.
"Hey, wait. Leave it. We could all do with some cheering up today, I'm sure." She pried it from his fingers and carefully stuck it back to the bottle of hand sanitiser. "Just because you're the Grinch of Valentine's, doesn't mean other people can't enjoy it."
Really, he knew his frustration at the note wasn't rational. But he also found himself already done with his day, and it hadn't even started yet. "Where's Abbot?"
"Roof, I think."
Before Robby could say anymore, Dana was swept away into a conversation with one of the nurses from night shift asking about handover. He took that as his cue to leave, striding towards the doors to the stairwell that would take him up to the roof. But before he could get there, he found another one of those sticky notes plastered to the double doors to the stairs.
Are you tachycardia? Because you make my heart race.
He frowned at the sight of it but left it there, pushing through the doors and racing up the stairs. Well, as much as he could race at his age. His knees didn't quite have it in them to go too quickly anymore.
The door to the roof creaked on its hinges as he emerged into the crisp morning air, slamming shut behind him again. It didn't take more than a second before his gaze landed on Abbot standing by the railing opposite him. The noise of the door and a few heavy footsteps clued the night shift doctor in on his friend approaching him.
Abbot turned, leaning back against the railing. "Happy Valentine's Day, dear."
Robby snorted, already so tired of the holiday. "You know anything about those notes floating around my ED?"
"You mean those cute, little love notes designed to make people smile?" Abbot stifled his own smile, tucking his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. "No, not a thing."
"Liar."
Abbot shrugged. "Perhaps. Does it make a difference?"
"I'd like to know who's responsible for being so immature." He huffed and planted his forearms on the railing, looking out over the sunrise.
"I forgot how grumpy you get on Valentine's Day."
"I'm not grumpy." But could he really deny that? Dana had already called him the Grinch of Valentine's Day. There was some truth to it, he supposed. "I just know what today is going to be like. And I don't need to be distracted by some stupid puns."
"If you get distracted by a medical pun scribbled on a post-it note then I think that's more on you than the pun." Abbot slapped him gently on the shoulder. "Let it go, brother. Those love notes might be the difference between someone having a terrible day and an okay day today."
Robby hated to admit that his friend was probably right. He knew nobody in the ED today would want to be there. It was either a reminder that you weren't with your significant other or a reminder that you didn't have a significant other. He could only imagine the amount of sappy couples he was going to have to talk to today.
So he nodded and stood up straight again, gesturing for him and Abbot to head back downstairs. "Well, I'm going to need a cup of coffee before I can bear to read one of those notes again."
"That's the spirit." Abbot teased softly, following close behind.
Only Robby wasn't so lucky. He found himself staring at one of the notes in the break room before he could even reach for a cup. Right there on the coffee pot. Another one.
You must be serotonin because you make me so happy.
"For fuck's sake." He grumbled, snatching the pot out of its spot and pouring himself a generous cup. It was okay. It really was. Only another twelve hours before his shift was over. Only another twelve hours before he got to go home to his empty house. Only another twelve hours until he got to wallow in how lonely he was.
"Good morning, Dr. Robby!"
The upbeat chime of your voice knocked him out of his miserable daydream. He turned quickly to look at you, almost slopping his freshly poured coffee everywhere. "Shit."
"Oh, sorry." Your shoulders hunched to your ears. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine." He snapped, watching as you turned away from him and buried your head in the refrigerator to avoid eye contact with him. He'd made you feel bad. Nice work, Robinavitch.
"So..." You trailed off, softly closing the refrigerator door and sending him a glance that showed you were cautious about being on the receiving end of his wrath. "Wanna place a bet on how many sildenafil related issues we're going to see today?"
Robby took a slow sip of his coffee, ignoring how it scorched his throat. "At least a dozen."
You nodded, agreeing. He couldn't tell whether you actually agreed or whether you were too nervous now to argue. That didn't sit right with him, a frown creasing his brows.
"I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm sorry." He mumbled, hoping that would clear the air. He wasn't really in the mood to apologise much more. But that wasn't your fault. "You just... startled me."
It didn't help that he couldn't quite understand how you could possibly be so chipper on a morning like this. This wasn't your first Valentine's Day as a resident in the Pitt. You knew what it had in store.
"Sorry about that." You scratched nervously at your arm, a trait Robby had gotten to know too well over the course of your residency. Only he hadn't been the one to make you do it since your first ever shift. He'd made you nervous your first day, he knew that, but he also knew you'd grown to realise that he wasn't actually all that bad by the end of it.
"It's okay. No harm done." That was true. How could he actually be mad when nothing had really happened? You'd made him jump with your greeting, he'd almost spilled his coffee, he'd almost burned himself. But that was more on him not being aware of his surroundings. It was the break room. Of course other people would be coming and going. Maybe Dana really was right about his status as the Grinch of Valentine's Day.
"Uh, somebody left pastries for us." You pointed at a box on the table in the corner of the room, trying to change topics. "I think it's supposed to make us feel better about having to work Valentine's Day. I'd get in there before they're all gone if I were you. I've already eaten two croissants."
Robby's head tilted to the side. He'd assumed you'd only just arrived, heading straight to the break room after dumping your stuff in your locker. But you'd already been here long enough to know about the pity pastries and eat two croissants. "When did you get in?"
"Oh." Your eyes widened, like you'd been caught doing something you weren't supposed to. "A little while ago. I figured some of the night shift team would like to get home as soon as possible to see their loved ones today."
How fucking considerate of you, he thought bitterly. God, he really was a grouch. "That's a nice thing for you to do."
You shrugged, easing up at his careful tone. "It's not like I've got anyone at home who's going to miss me today."
Robby watched as you processed what had just come out of your mouth, appreciated the way your face screwed up.
"Too much information." You huffed, shoulders slumping. "I'll- I'll go see if anyone needs me."
And then you zoomed out of the break room, as fast as your legs would carry you without actually running. He quietly exhaled something of a laugh to himself. At least he had you to amuse him today, your positive attitude and general nervousness around him made you entertaining at times. Always so eager to please.
The box of pastries called to Robby. Well, the rumble of his stomach did. So he allowed himself to take a peek at them, see what was on offer. What he found was another one of those damn notes.
Call me glucose because I can't help being sweet on you.
At least this one made sense being stuck to the pastry box. He snatched a chocolate éclair and bolted from the room.
As predicted, it didn't take long for the craziness to set in. Before nine, Robby had seen three sets of singed eyebrows, two Viagra problems, and one guy who had cut off circulation to his penis by wrapping a ribbon around it too tightly. The latter's girlfriend had not been impressed by what was, apparently, her only Valentine's gift from him.
The only thing stopping him from going insane was your bright presence. Every time he felt like he was about to lose it, and go and have a breakdown in the bathroom, you would appear at his side. Whether it was to present a case, offer your assistance with something, or just to quip something clever in his ear. You were always there. Like you could sense how far he was teetering on the edge. It was somewhat welcome. On the one hand, he appreciated your ability to talk him down. But he also wondered if you actually knew what you were doing, if it was obvious on his face how depressed the whole romantic holiday made him. He'd only found one more of the love notes in the first two hours of his shift.
I have a concussion from falling head over heels for you.
He had found it on the bottom of his shoe. How it got there, he wasn't entirely sure. The assumption was that it had been stuck to something else but had gotten knocked to the floor and then he'd just walked over it. The inconvenience of it being stuck to his shoe had bothered him. But the actual note itself hadn't set off that flare of irritation that the previous ones had. Was he getting used to them? Was he softening a little as the day wore on? That was an analysis of himself that he didn't have time to make.
An itch of curiosity scratched at the back of his brain, a part of him wanting to know who was the culprit writing them all. He debated asking someone else what they thought of it all. But he'd already caught a couple of nurses positively beaming when they'd read the note that was stuck to the hand sanitiser. So he decided to leave it. If it was making people in his ED happy, then why would he poke at the situation. Ugh, he was going soft.
Before he could dwell on that too much, you appeared at his side again.
"Hi, Dr. Robby." You rolled your shoulders back as you prepared to say something.
"Spit it out." He sighed, glancing down at you.
Your lips puffed out as you exhaled an annoyed breath. "I've got a patient that's being a little aggressive."
"Then take Whitaker for backup. I saw him wandering around a minute ago."
You swallowed a giggle. "No disrespect to Whitaker but I don't think he's all that intimidating. I think my patient would be better behaved with you in the room. Because you're, y'know, tall and in charge."
"Tall and in charge." Robby repeated, eyebrows raising.
"Authority figure vibe. Because you are. An authority figure, I mean. Put a white coat on and you'd be prime for the Milgram Experiment." You winced at yourself. "Anyway, I'd appreciate your help. Only if you're free though. Obviously. If not, I'll try with Ahmad first. But I don't think my patient is going to listen to what I have to say. If you don't support me at least."
"Alright, what's the diagnosis?"
"He crushed up a bunch of Viagra and snorted it." You chirped, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Jesus."
"Yeah. Only he didn't crush it all that well. Little shards of it have torn up his sinuses so he's essentially choking on a mixture of blood and Viagra." You watched as Robby's face crumpled. "Only he's denying that it's the Viagra and that there must be another problem."
"Did he admit to the Viagra snorting?"
"Not at first. But when I pointed out the blue dust all over him, he stopped arguing."
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."
"Thank you." Your voice was grateful, tone light with the promise of his backup in your mind, and you practically skipped your way back to the patient.
True to his word, Robby took only a minute to compose himself before he made his way over to the examination room you were in. There, it only took a few seconds for Robby to understand why this particular patient had made you feel uncomfortable.
"Brought Daddy with you this time? Aw, was the little girl too scared to deal with me by herself?"
Daddy?
Any other time Robby might have been insulted at the implication that he was old enough to be your father, the fact that he was in fact old enough to be your father was besides the point, but mostly he was just focused on the predatory look that the guy laid out on the bed was giving you. It was enough to make even his skin crawl.
"I'm Dr. Robinavitch." He rubbed hand sanitiser into his hands vigorously, not bothering to offer up his nickname. "I'm the attending physician here today. Can you tell me what the problem is?"
The guy's eyes didn't leave you as he talked Robby through his symptoms. They even stayed trained on you as Robby examined him and as Robby gave a diagnosis. The same diagnosis that you had given. When he told him that, he finally managed to gain the patient's attention. Only for a brief moment though before he was looking back at you again, sat in the corner.
"Hey, you're talking to me." Robby snapped, careful to try and keep himself together. This was not the day for him to be dealing with difficult patients. He knew how close he was to completely breaking and taking it out on someone. An aggressive patient with an unhealthy fixation on you would be an easy target for him. He turned to look at you, to find you already looking at him. "Could you go get Dr. Langdon for me please?"
There was a flicker of admiration in your eyes as you dipped your head once to agree. "Of course, Dr. Robinavitch."
And then you were gone. Robby looked back at the patient in the bed. He was flopped against the bed with a smug smile on his face. Like he'd won. Robby watched him for a moment, mentally debating the pros and cons of saying something. He knew if he got started then he probably wouldn't be able to stop. He also knew that he was too tired to be getting into something like this. Before he could make a decision of his own, Langdon did it for him by appearing in the doorway.
"You called for me?"
Robby gave the senior resident a brief rundown of the situation, explaining what he wanted him to do, and then left him to treat the patient before snapping the gloves off of his hands and disappearing into the bathroom to cool off.
The hours dragged by at a glacial pace and Robby stopped finding those post-it notes everywhere. He figured there must have only been a few dotted about the place and he'd managed to come across them all. He couldn't help but realise that he could probably do with finding another one. At least it would momentarily distract him from the snail speed that the day was going. He wasn't bored by any means, as usual Valentine's Day had him hopping from room to room with the most bizarre of cases, but he did find himself coming face to face with too many happy couples. It was an odd concept to him how so many people could find themselves so happy despite being in the emergency room. Love was a curious thing. Maybe seeing you would also cheer him up.
It didn't help that he was hungry. The only thing he had eaten that day had been the chocolate éclair that morning. The protein bars he usually kept in his pockets for spare moments had been forgotten that morning in his sad haze to get to work before the sorrowful emptiness of his apartment managed to lodge itself in his brain. His stomach growled at him for food. So loud that he'd risked looking for Dana's secret stash in the break room, to no avail.
But then a moment of hunger-induced clarity hit him.
There was a protein bar in his locker. He was sure of it. It was months old, and probably crushed right at the bottom, but at least it would be something. He made sure that nobody needed him in that immediate moment before rushing off to the lockers. But he was barely around the corner before he stopped dead in his tracks. Even from a short distance he could see it. On his locker. Another yellow sticky note.
Robby took slow steps towards it, unsure whether he was bothered or not by the sight of it. He squinted at it as he got closer, trying to read it from a safe distance without his glasses.
You must be hypoglycemia because you make me weak in the knees.
A soft breath, not quite a laugh, escaped him. Whoever was behind all of this, had to be given credit for their dedication to romantic medical puns. He wondered if they had been coming up with them all themselves or had taken inspiration from elsewhere. He shook himself out of the thought and went back to his original mission of searching for the protein bar. It was old and crumbled just like he predicted. He didn't let himself think about it too hard when he peeled the sticky note from the front of his locker and tucked it inside with the rest of his belongings.
Making his way back to the central hub, munching on the ancient protein bar, he found you talking to an elderly woman with a paper pharmacy bag clutched in her hands. He rounded the desk and took a seat a few feet away from you, noting how Dana was listening intently to the conversation, and pretended to occupy himself with something on the computer in front of him.
"It's all written down in the bag, Mrs. Cody. Step by step instructions that you can refer to if you need." You nodded reassuringly at the woman, voice slow and collected like you had already explained this a couple of times before. "And if the problem persists then just come back and we'll have another look, okay?"
"Okay, dear. You've been so helpful." Mrs. Cody reached out and gently tapped you on the shoulder. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." You smiled at her, like it was your pleasure to be helping her with whatever the problem was.
"I'm sorry for ruining your Valentine's Day."
"You have nothing to apologise for, Mrs. Cody. This is exactly what we're here for."
She didn't look too convinced. "Do you have any plans for tonight at least? Like a date with a nice man, perhaps?"
Robby found himself straining to listen closer, not letting himself acknowledge why.
You laughed softly and shook your head. "No, I'm going home to spend the evening with a tub of ice cream and a horror movie."
The elderly patient appeared confused. "But you're such a pretty, young thing."
Robby couldn't help but agree.
"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Cody." You smiled at her, like you genuinely appreciated her words.
Mrs. Cody looked briefly sad for you, before a light bulb seemed to turn on in her head and a sly smirk overtook her weathered features. "Well, my gardener is a very sweet man. And single. Maybe I could set the two of you up."
Oh, god. This was why Robby shouldn't have been listening in. Because suddenly his stomach felt tight, like it was twisting up, and he found himself hoping that you would say no. Please, say no.
A slightly uneasy giggle escaped your lips. "Once again, very kind of you. But I'm not looking to meet anyone new at the moment."
A wave of relief rushed over Robby. He was such a selfish man. Just because he was sad and alone didn't mean that everybody around him had to be as well. He should be happy that the people he worked with had happy lives outside of the Pitt. And he was. To an extent. He liked knowing that McKay managed to find time to spend with her son doing fun activities. He liked that Santos and Whitaker lived together and had clearly become good friends while being roommates. He liked that Javadi had found a hobby in being a content creator, although he didn't actually fully understand what that meant. He had been so delighted for Donnie when he became a father.
But he also found comfort in knowing that there were people like him, people like you, who didn't actually seem to have anybody outside of work. What an asshole he was.
Snapping back into listening in on the conversation between you and Mrs. Cody, he found that the older woman was finally leaving and you were turning to Dana with an amused look on your face. At least you seemed unaware that he had been listening in on your entire conversation.
"Get used to it. You'll get a lot of ladies trying to set you up with their sons, grandsons, nephews, neighbours..." Dana waved her hand around as she trailed off. "Especially on days like today."
"She kept mentioning her gardener when I was examining her. 'Oh, he's such a handsome boy.' 'He's so attentive with my flowers.' I thought she liked him. I didn't realise she was trying to set me up on a blind date." You groaned and buried your face in your hands. "And I kept asking questions about him to keep her at ease with conversation."
"Hey, maybe you should've taken her up on the offer. Then he could have been attentive with your flower." Dana glanced at you over the top of her glasses, one eyebrow arching.
You snorted into the palm of your hand and Robby felt the urge to crawl into a hole and die.
"Let's keep the chatter work appropriate." He said gruffly, trying not to act like he was hooked.
"Sorry, Dr. Robby." You mumbled, eyes widening in embarrassment as you realised he'd been listening. "I'll, uh, I'll get back to my patients."
"Yeah, you do that." He huffed, massaging his temple with two fingers.
You shot Dana a look of pure mortification before scurrying off.
The charge nurse turned to him, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Let the girl have some fun. It's Valentine's Day."
"That doesn't change the fact that she's on the clock and we have patients in need." Though he did feel bad about how much he revelled in the notion that he wasn't the only one suffering on the romantic holiday. He was at ease knowing that you were going home to an empty apartment just like he was. He was a horrible person.
"There's an hour left before the night shift gets here." Dana said, calmly. "She's been on top of it all day. Probably only got some charting to do before she can leave at seven. Pronto."
"Not the point." He replied, gruffly.
"Jeez, and I thought all those love notes would've warmed you up." She mumbled, walking off to where a group of nurses were hovering to break them up before he could even question what she'd meant by that.
The time seemed to tick by quickly after that and, before he knew it, Abbot was strolling through the doors for the night shift. He took one look at Robby before a knowing smile tugged at his mouth. "Tough day, huh?"
"You don't even know the half of it." He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I'm sure you're in for something special tonight."
"I'm sure." Abbot continued to smile at his friend before turning in the direction of the lockers and walking off.
Robby sighed to himself, glancing around the room to see that it had calmed down a little. He knew that it wouldn't last long before the nightly rush started. He had to make sure he was out of there before it began. Reaching down to where his bag had been tucked under the desk by Dana at the beginning of his shift, he thought about how he would spend the evening. He could get drunk. But then that would mean being hungover for his shift the next day. He could follow your idea and eat ice cream and watch a movie. Not a terrible plan.
Halfway through another thought, he was distracted by the sight of his bag as his picked it up. It was half unzipped. Robby never left his bag open. Never. Cautiously, he opened it all the way and peered inside. He didn't exactly know what he expected to find in there but a pink envelope wasn't even on the list of possibilities. He slowly eased it out of his bag, somewhat surprised to find his name written on the front.
Dr. Robby.
Huh.
With a gentle finger, he eased the envelope open and pulled out a card. A Valentine's card with a cartoon heart on the front. The cartoon heart was drawn with a big smiley face in the middle. It was kind of ugly.
Robby scanned his surrounding area to see if anyone was watching him, nobody was, before he opened the card.
Dr. Robby,
You've given me the love bug. The only antidote is your smile. Will you cure me today?
And a little heart was drawn at the bottom beneath the message.
It was the same handwriting as all of the other notes. Only this one was written in an actual card, addressed to him specifically. Was this all connected? A plan to wish him a Happy Valentine's Day? But who would do that? And why?
His musings were interrupted by Abbot's reappearance. "Figure out who wrote those love notes yet?"
Robby shoved the card back into his bag rapidly, hoping Abbot didn't notice. "No. Why? Do you know?"
"Nothing happens during the night shift that I don't know about."
Robby wished he could say the same thing about the day shift. "So it was someone on the night shift."
Abbot smirked. "No. I just said it happened during the night shift."
A frustrated chuckle tumbled from Robby. "You're not going to tell me?"
"Now, where's the fun in that?" And then Abbot was gone, pulled into the nightly routine of handover.
Robby finished up his work, filling in charts and typing up emails, and said goodbye to nurses and other staff members as they walked by him to leave for the evening. He could see the joy on so many of their faces as they left to go join loved ones for a romantic night. The ache of jealousy settled deep in his bones. He could feel Dana sending him pitying looks every now and again, but he just ignored her. He didn't need to have that conversation with her.
The last dash of joy he was potentially able to drain from the day appeared when you collapsed onto the desk in front of him and Dana. Your elbows propped on the surface and your face buried against your arms.
"I've dealt with enough sildenafil to last me a lifetime." You groaned lowly, glancing up to find Robby side-eyeing you. You immediately straightened up. "Of course, nothing wrong with it. Perfectly normal thing for men to use."
He continued to stare at you for a moment before a smile cracked across his face, softening his features. It was so easy to make you nervous. "Relax."
You grinned back at him. "Wow, there's that smile. It's been absent all day and I was wondering when it would turn up for its shift."
Something snapped tight in Robby's chest. But before he could say anything you were spinning on your heel and heading toward the exit.
"Patients dealt with. Charts done. I am off home to nobody." Your voice was mock-excited as you punched a fist in the air. "See you tomorrow, love bugs."
Robby floundered around with a lack of words to say as he watched you leave. He looked around him to see if he was the only one suddenly having an epiphany, only to find Dana looking at him like he was an idiot. Which wasn't completely unusual for her.
"D'ya finally figure it out?" She huffed, shaking her head. "And I thought doctors were supposed to be intelligent."
"The notes? Her?" He pointed vaguely in the direction you'd left in. He didn't know why that prospect seemed so unbelievable to him. You were totally sweet enough to do something like leave love notes lying around for people to find to cheer them up. But you also didn't quite seem confident enough to do something so bold.
Dana looked over the top of her glasses at him. "Chase her, Robinavitch. While the night is still young. I've got everything handled here."
"Why would I-?" He cut himself off. Surely Dana didn't know about the card addressed to him.
"You think it's just a coincidence that all the notes were placed around to follow your routine. Hand sanitiser, door to the stairs, coffee pot?"
Holy shit. She was right. And the card was just the cherry on top of it all.
Robby shot out of the chair, knocking it back so it drifted away on its wheels. "You're sure you've got everything covered here?"
"Not my first rodeo." The nurse sighed, practically shooing him away. "See you in the morning."
He didn't dare question her further, just grabbed his bag and his jacket before practically running for the exit. Running after you.
By the time he managed to track you down, you were halfway across the park. His old knees just didn't let him keep up so well anymore. He called your name a few times, noting the headphones over your ears that were blocking him out. But one yell of your name seemed loud enough as suddenly you were tugging the headphones from your head and turning around to look at him.
"Dr. Robby?" You looked perplexed. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"
"No." He wheezed, stopping a few feet in front of you to catch his breath. Sometimes he missed his youth.
"Oh. Did I forget something?" You glanced down at his hands as if he might suddenly hand something over to you but found them empty.
"No." He repeated, pulling in deep inhales.
"Then what?" You looked nervously over his shoulder at the dark park behind him.
"I know it was you."
Your jaw snapped shut. "Know what was me?"
Oh, you were going to play innocent? Funny.
"The love notes everywhere. The card."
You lit up in two ways. One in absolute panic that he had managed to figure it out and was calling you out on it. And the other that you were proud of your work and happy that he was acknowledging it.
"Oh. That." You traced a line on the path beneath you with the toe of your shoe, hands clasped behind you. "Yeah."
"I'm not mad." He clarified. "In fact, I'm sorry it's taken me all day to realise it was you. I might've been in a better mood if I'd known sooner."
You frowned up at him. "You didn't like them?"
Robby couldn't lie to you. "I've been told I'm a grumpy bastard on Valentine's Day."
You snorted a laugh but said nothing.
"Can I ask why?"
"Why I wrote them?" You asked and he nodded. "You've seemed so sad recently. And I thought maybe it would make you feel better."
Oh. That pang of disappoint in his chest was unmistakable.
But then you carried on. "I mean, doesn't everybody like to know that they're loved?"
Oh?
"Loved?" He repeated, staring down at you intensely.
"Did- did I say that?" You pointed at yourself, avoiding eye contact with him. You swallowed thickly and let your eyes land on him again, defeated. "Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" He laughed, hard. "You guess you love me. So romantic."
You shrugged. "I wrote you love notes and came up with puns. I think that's the most romantic I've ever been in my life."
He shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly he was striding toward you, closing the few feet of distance with large steps. A hand landed on either side of your face, big palms spanning the expanse of your cheeks. He used the positioning of his hands as leverage to hoist you up to meet his lips halfway. A low, breathless mumble ghosted over your mouth. "Oh, sweet girl."
And then Robby was kissing you.
A surprised squeak escaped you, you hadn't been quite prepared for that. But once it seemed to register in your mind what exactly was happening, your eyes fluttered closed and you relaxed. Your hands curled in the fabric of his jacket, fingers appreciating the feel of the fleecy material.
His mouth devoured yours, hungry for everything you could give him. Robby pressed himself as close to you as possible, tongue pushing at the seam of your lips as soon as he felt you reciprocating the kiss. He sighed into your mouth as soon as it opened and his tongue met yours. This was what had been missing, this was the thing that had been making him so sad. Kissing you. Specifically you. How he hadn't seen it sooner, he didn't really know. He was an idiot, he knew that now. But he also knew he'd never let himself be an idiot again.
When you both broke away for air, he was surprised to hear you laugh.
"What's funny?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours. He liked the little sound you made in the back of your throat as he did. He made a note of that.
"Thinking that maybe I should have written you some terrible puns sooner if this was going to be the outcome."
You gazed up at him with such warmth in your eyes that Robby considered the possibility of a heart attack at the mere sight.
"I think the puns were great. Very creative." He tilted your head to the side so he could plant an open mouthed kiss on your neck.
"Robby, we're in public." You whined, despite how you pulled him closer to you. "Also, don't lie to me. Dana told me you hated them this morning."
"I was stupid this morning." He liked the way you shivered as his teeth grazed your skin. "My sweet, sweet girl."
You hummed lowly. "Wanna come home with me and eat ice cream?"
He pulled back from you, already missing the feel of you on his lips, surprised by the offer. He wasn't sure why. You were already making out in the middle of the park. Going home with you wasn't exactly a much bigger step. In fact, it was a pretty natural progression. So, of course, his answer was simple. "I couldn't think of anything better."
With the way you grabbed his hand and started dragging him behind you, Robby couldn't remember how he had ever started the day so miserable. Look at the way it was ending. Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Ooh, my first attempt at diving into The Pitt fanfic... I hope you enjoyed.
i love when fandom gets things right like we all predicted abbot was a little weird guy but calling the night shift night crawlers is a top tier character trait tbh
That video where the woman says her boyfriend is about to talk about his nerdy collection except it's Eddie talking to Corroded Coffin before Steve comes to one of their practices/hang outs saying, "Listen up, my boyfriend is coming tonight and he's probably going to make some sports references you don't understand and you better be nice to him or you'll have to start drafting up new characters for Hellfire."
The whole time Steve is talking to them, Eddie is stood slightly behind him giving them a warning glare. And everytime he excitedly brings up something they aren't familiar with, Eddie makes a threatening gesture, such as mouthing 'your character' and dragging a finger across his throat.
So Imma need a thousand fanfics where Robby adopts baby Jane Doe instead of going on his motorcycle suicide trip while Dennis helps him navigate caring for a child and then they fall in love and build a family together and Robby gets a husband and a daughter and a pond.
Robby telling Dennis about how he used to picture his future, the wife, the kids, the white picket fence kinda life.
Dennis quietly filing it away for the next time Robby has his legs folded up to his chest, fucking into his lube-slick hole with strained, broken groans, face flushed with pleasure as he humps desperately into Den's pulsing, perfect little hole.
Dennis panting out a stream of filth, interspersed with breathy little laughs, lips curled in a hazy grin. fucking me so hard it takes, mhm? is that what you want? want me to be your pretty little wife, fuck your babies into me? ohh, fuck— cmon, Michael, fuck me so good it takes, fill me all the way up and fuck it back in, don't waste a fucking drop— ohh, fuck, fuck, Michael—
Robby whining at that as he buries himself deep in Den's ass, pumping him full of hot, sticky seed, sweat-slick and shaky and overwhelmed. fuck, yeah, I'm gonna— oh, shit, gonna put a baby in you— mmmph, den, dennis, baby, gonna cum, fill you up so fucking good, fucking plug you up all night to keep it all in, shit...
he collapses on top of Dennis with a strangled moan, panting into his neck, thoroughly embarrassed even though he just came harder than he had in his life— prematurely, Dennis still trapped between their stomachs, dick hot and throbbing.
Dennis pushing Robby down to finish him off, hands buried in Robby's cropped hair, sighing as he fucks into the wet heat of his mouth a few times 'til he spills down his throat. Robby making good on his promise and fishing a plug from their nightstand, thumbing his cum back into Dennis's ass before sliding the plug in, hiding a grin as Dennis whimpers and squirms. good boy, all nice and stuffed f'me.
Also, sorry for disappearing for a few days there. The art block got me bad 😔 but at least now I'm slowly trying to get back into it. I've got a few ideas dinking around in my brain for a potential platonic bloodymary fic of my own. We'll see if I get to it, I hope I do cuz it would be real fun. Writing is hard tho...
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