Flwer555

✨Just a little delusional✨ She/her 18

[gragrace]

Warm Enough For Two

Summary: A freezing winter night, an ill-advised trip out of bed and Michael doing everything possible to warm you back up again. Sleepy conversations, soft cuddles, oversized jumpers and the quiet intimacy of sharing a bed with someone who loves you completely.

Wc: 1.5K.

An: fluffy Robby till I die! An idea I had last night when I got back into bed after a brave run to the bathroom in the cold. Robby is the best heat blanket there is!

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The apartment was freezing.

Not unbearably cold, but cold enough that every bit of exposed skin prickled the second you slipped out from under the duvet. The sort of cold that settled quietly into the walls during winter and stayed there no matter how high you turned the heating.

Michael insisted it helped him sleep better.

You insisted he was insane.

“You’d survive better in the Arctic than actual penguins,” you’d told him once after waking up with numb toes.

His response had been to pull you into his chest and say, very seriously, “Adapt.”

Now, standing barefoot on the icy floorboards at three in the morning, you decided you hated him a little bit.

Behind you, Michael shifted in his sleep with a quiet groan, his arm stretching lazily across the empty space you’d left behind.

“Bathroom,” you whispered.

He made a sleepy sound that might have been a reply and buried his face deeper into the pillow.

You smiled despite yourself.

Even asleep he reached for you constantly. Half conscious little touches to make sure you were still there.

The bathroom was somehow worse than the bedroom. Freezing tiles beneath your feet. Cold sink water. Air that felt sharp in your lungs.

By the time you finished washing your hands, your fingers were numb and your entire body had started shivering.

“Terrible idea,” you muttered at your own reflection.

You hurried back down the hallway rubbing your arms furiously, trying to warm yourself up before getting back into bed. The wind rattled faintly against the windows and the old apartment creaked softly around you.

When you climbed back under the duvet, cold followed you instantly.

Your whole body trembled the second you settled down. Your feet were like blocks of ice and your shoulders shook hard enough to make the mattress move slightly beneath you.

A tiny miserable sound escaped before you could stop it.

Immediately Michael stirred.

His eyes barely opened. “Jesus, sweetheart,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. “You’re freezing.”

“You keep this place like a morgue.”

A sleepy laugh rumbled out of him.

Before you could say anything else, he reached for you automatically. One strong arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you flush against him until your face pressed into the warm softness of his chest.

Warm.

So warm.

You actually sighed.

“There we go,” he murmured against your hair.

Michael radiated heat in a genuinely unfair way. His skin was always warm. His hands. His chest. Even his stupid feet somehow stayed warm while yours constantly felt frozen.

You melted into him instantly, pushing closer without thinking.

“Oh my God.”

“Told you,” he said sleepily. “Best heat blanket in Pittsburgh.”

“The best.”

His hand drifted slowly up and down your back beneath your shirt, absentminded and comforting. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek.

For a few seconds neither of you spoke.

Then your freezing feet brushed against his shins.

Michael jerked violently.

“Baby, you’re so cold.”

You burst into quiet laughter.

“Holy shit. Your feet are freezing.”

“You love me anyway.”

“Questioning it right now.”

You laughed harder, the sound muffled against his chest.

Another shiver ran through you before you could stop it.

Immediately his sleepy expression shifted into a slight frown.

“Hold on.”

Still half asleep, Michael rolled away from you for a second and leaned over the side of the bed blindly searching the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Hang on.”

You heard fabric rustle before he sat back up holding the grey university jumper he’d discarded earlier that night.

“Arms up.”

You obeyed automatically, trying not to smile while he tugged the oversized jumper over your head with clumsy sleepy hands. It smelled exactly like him. Laundry detergent, faint cologne and something warm you could never quite describe.

The sleeves swallowed your hands completely.

“There,” he said softly once he’d pulled you back against him again. “Better.”

Your heart melted a little.

“You’re nice when you’re tired.”

“Don’t spread that around.”

You smiled into his chest.

The jumper combined with Michael’s body heat finally started thawing you out. Your shaking eased little by little while he kept rubbing slow circles against your spine.

Outside the wind rattled against the windows again.

Inside everything felt warm and quiet.

Michael shifted lower against the pillows, tugging you with him until your leg hooked over his and your head rested properly beneath his chin.

“This comfy?” he asked quietly.

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

You could tell he was drifting back towards sleep already. His voice had gone softer, slower.

But neither of you fell asleep.

Instead his fingers kept moving lazily against your back while the silence stretched comfortable and familiar between you.

“You know what your problem is?” you murmured eventually.

Michael cracked one eye open. “Can’t wait to hear this.”

“You steal all the heat.”

“That’s not scientifically possible.”

“It absolutely is. You absorb all available warmth like some sort of giant radiator.”

“I’m pretty sure that means you should appreciate me more.”

“I appreciate you constantly.”

“Not enough.”

You smiled. “You’re demanding tonight.”

“I’m exhausted. Different thing.”

You tilted your head just enough to look at him properly in the dark.

Even half asleep he looked unfairly handsome. Hair messy from sleep. Eyes heavy. One cheek pressed slightly into the pillow.

Soft.

Michael only really looked soft like this when the two of you were alone.

At work he always carried himself differently. More alert. More guarded. Like he constantly had to hold himself together for everyone else.

At home he melted.

You loved that version of him most.

“What?” he mumbled sleepily when he caught you staring.

“Nothing.”

“You’re looking at me weird.”

“I’m literally just looking at my boyfriend.”

“Suspicious.”

You snorted quietly.

His hand slid beneath the hem of the jumper to rest warm against your waist. “Still cold?”

“Not really.”

“Liar.”

“I’m warming up.”

“Your nose is freezing.”

“That’s rude.”

“It touched my neck. Felt like death.”

You laughed again and buried your face against him to hide it.

Michael’s chest shook softly beneath your cheek.

“You know,” he said after a moment, voice quiet with sleep, “you could’ve just woken me up.”

“For what?”

“So I could warm your side up first.”

Your heart squeezed painfully.

“That’s ridiculously sweet.”

“I have my moments.”

“Very rare moments.”

He pinched your side lightly.

You yelped quietly and nearly smacked him.

“Rude,” he muttered.

“You started it.”

“You insulted my heating.”

“Because your heating sucks.”

“It builds character.”

“It builds hypothermia.”

Michael laughed properly at that. Low and warm and sleepy.

God, you loved hearing him laugh like this.

Not the polite laugh he used around strangers or the tired one after long shifts. This one. Genuine and relaxed.

The kind that only came out late at night when it was just the two of you tangled together in bed.

His hand drifted up your back again.

“You warm enough now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Neither of you moved.

You could feel yourself sinking deeper into the mattress, heavy with tiredness and warmth. Michael’s fingers traced lazy patterns against your skin beneath the jumper while your leg stayed tangled with his.

Outside the storm carried on softly.

Inside everything felt still.

“Hey,” Michael murmured quietly after a minute.

“Mhm?”

“You stole my jumper.”

“You gave it to me.”

“You’re definitely keeping it tomorrow though.”

“Obviously.”

“That was my favourite one.”

“You look good in the navy hoodie.”

“That one says emergency medicine on it.”

“Exactly.”

“You just like wearing my clothes.”

“They smell like you.”

The words slipped out before you could think about them.

For a second Michael went completely still.

Then his arms tightened around you slightly.

Your face heated instantly. “Okay that sounded weird.”

“No,” he said softly. “No, sweetheart. That’s… cute.”

You groaned and hid your face against his chest again.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re thinking about it.”

“A little.”

You smacked his chest lightly and felt him laugh again.

“Come here,” he murmured.

Not that you were exactly far away already.

Still he pulled you even closer somehow until your bodies were practically completely tangled together beneath the duvet.

Warmth surrounded you instantly.

Michael tucked his chin on top of your head and pressed a sleepy kiss into your hair.

You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

Slow. Steady.

Safe.

“I love you,” he murmured quietly.

The words settled warm and soft inside your chest.

“I love you too.”

His thumb rubbed slowly against your waist beneath the jumper.

“You know what I like about this?” he asked sleepily.

“What?”

“You always come back.”

You blinked up at him slightly. “From the bathroom?”

He smiled lazily without opening his eyes properly.

“From anywhere.”

Your chest ached.

“You’re tired,” you whispered.

“Very.”

“That was disgustingly romantic.”

“Don’t tell anybody.”

You smiled helplessly.

The room had gone completely quiet again except for the faint sound of wind outside and the soft rustle of fabric whenever either of you shifted slightly beneath the duvet.

Michael’s breathing started evening out slowly.

You thought he’d fallen asleep until his hand squeezed your waist once.

“You warm enough now?” he mumbled again.

You smiled against his chest.

Wrapped up in his jumper, tangled in his arms and surrounded completely by his warmth, you honestly couldn’t remember ever being cold at all.

“Mhm,” you whispered. “Perfect now.”

His lips brushed softly against your forehead.

“Good.”

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Mwah xoxoxox

[the-shedevil-writes]

Scary Movie (Jack Abbot x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: After watching a scary movie with your friends, you're too shaken up to go to bed. WORD COUNT: 744! My first blurb! WARNINGS: Established relationship! Reader's friends are a little mean. Cuddling and kissing. NOTES: I watched Obsession last night and slept on my living room couch <3 MY MASTERLIST

She got back late after seeing a movie with her friends. The latest horror movie was certainly popular for a reason. Her heart pounded the whole drive home, and she kept checking her mirrors. Especially after her friends pranked her by scaring her once she stepped out of the movie theater bathroom. She was a shaky on-edge mess.

Once home, she immediately slammed her hands on the light switch. The dark house went bright, and she heard her boyfriend Jack go-

“Whoa- oh. Hi, sweetheart. How was the movie?”

She walked toward him as he sat on the recliner.

“Good. Really fucking scary.”

He looked up from where he was sitting. In front of him was the TV, playing a war documentary. His head tilted as he took in her appearance. Her eyes were wide, and her hands were trembling. He opened his arms out, and she didn’t think twice about jumping onto him. Wrapping her arms around him, she tucked her head into his chest. Why was she gonna cry? She felt like a total baby.

He scratched at the back of her head.

“Oh, are you all shaken up?” He asked 

She nodded, “A little bit. I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep.”

“With me, of course. No scary demons or monsters on my watch.” He murmured, “I’m strong enough.” He joked.

“Good.” She said shakily with an affirming head nod.

His palm moved in slow circles on her back. 

“Breathe…” he ordered softly, and when her back stuttered with an inhale, he praised, “Good. There you go.” 

She exhaled and tried to let out all the jeepers.

“I wish you would’ve come with me.” 

He chuckled, “I didn’t wanna interrupt your time with your friends. Did you guys have fun?”

“Yeah. It was funny. We were all scared after the movie, and when I walked out of the bathroom, they hid and jumped out at me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. And I wonder why you’re sitting here shaking like a leaf.”

“It was funny though.” 

He just kept his mouth to the top of her head. With a hum that tickled her scalp, he planted a kiss. “Mm. What else did you guys do?”

A smile crested her face.

“We got boba before the movie and walked around the bookstore.”

“Did you get anything?”

She shook her head, “Wanted to save my money for the soda at the movies.”

He tsked and shook his head.

“You know you can ask me, sweetheart. I know you’ve been trying to complete that series.”

“I know. I know. But I wanna finish the books I have first.” 

She let out a big yawn, and he cracked a smile.

“We should get you to sleep while we still can.”

Holding onto him, she pressed her cheek to his chest with a slight pout. The robust cologne smell of his shirt was comforting. She could hear his steady heartbeat against her ear.

“I’m nervous.” 

He let out a small laugh at that, “I told you. I’ll be right here. It’s just a movie, baby.”

His sureness set her at ease. So she gave him a reluctant nod.

“Okay. Just don’t leave when it’s still dark in the morning?” She asked, not wanting to overstep but also not wanting to risk waking up in the darkness alone. 

“Of course.” He murmured.

Once in bed, she held onto him like he was a teddy bear. It was usually the other way around, with Jack using her as a squeezable, heated blanket. But tonight, she was the one holding on tight to him. Jack encouraged her that they could sleep with the lights off. But this meant she was left with nothing but the feeling of Jack and the flashbacks of the movie in her head.

She nuzzled against his pillowy chest. There was that steady heartbeat again. Ba dum ba dum ba dum. Her fluttering heart tried to match his as she took a deep breath. 

Then he brought his hand up and started to scratch at the back of her scalp. Her eyes rolled shut. She hummed, satisfied, instantly relaxing. 

He closed his own eyes, relaxing with her against him. 

“Goodnight, baby.”

The exhaustion from the adrenaline spike began to hit her now. Suddenly, all her senses were overcome with Jack’s body heat, and she felt herself begin to sink into the mattress. 

“Mm…” She felt herself falling, feeling safe with Jack there, “Good night.”

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❀ 06. thirty, flirty & thriving

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[merrmaidy]

50 years old and still my little pookie

[flwer555]

Early mornings ( dad!Jack abbot x mom!reader)

It was 6:12AM when the baby monitor went off for the six time that night. The sun was beginning to rise as light kept into the apartment and the only sound disturbing the two newly parents was the noise of a new born coming for the monitor.

“It’s your turn” You mumble too your husband.

“I’m pretty sure I did it last time honey” Jack mumbled back his voice still rough with sleep.

“Jack.”

“I’m serious.”

Another cry echoed through the room.

He let out a dramatic sigh before finally lifting his head from the pillow, his gray hair sticking up in every direction. “She likes you more.”

“That’s because I don’t complain every time she wakes up.”

Jack groaned knowing that he had to get up “fine I’ll go but if she’s sick on me again I’m subbing you in” he tells you. Jack gets up and picks up his crutches nearest his side and moved out of the room and moved down to his daughter’s room. The crying got louder the more closer he got.

Once he entered the room he went straight for his daughter “Hey, hey, sweetheart,” he whispered gently, completely different now. Softer. “You’re okay.” He said trying to smooth her.

You can hear his voice as it drifted from your daughter’s room to yours. His voice is soft and calming like it always is when he speaks to her. When you first told Jack that you were pregnant he didn’t believe you he never thought that he would be a dad specially after his first wife dad but there you stood with a positive pregnancy test.

You slowly realise that you won’t be able to head back to sleep. You give a soft sigh and sit up trying to gain energy to get up. Once you do you move down to your daughter’s room.

The sight infront of you was enough to make your heart explode. Jack sat in the rocking chair with your daughter asleep against his chest, one large hand resting protectively over her back while the other gently stroked through her messy curls.

His head leaned back against the chair, eyes half closed with exhaustion.

But he was still rocking her slowly and whispering quietly to her.

“You’re okay. Dad’s here.” He says still gently smoothing your daughter.

“You scared me with those cries, you know that?” he murmured. “Thought you were getting kidnapped” he joked quietly Your daughter shifted sleepily against him.

Jack pressed a soft kiss against the top of her head without even thinking about it.

You smile at the sight and move into the room so Jack can finally notice your presence.

“She okay” you ask him whilst moving to sit on the arm of the rocking chair.

“Yeah I think she probably just had a bad dream” he says quietly trying not to disturb her.

The apartment is in complete silence the only sound is the soft breathing that is coming from your daughter.

“We should head back to sleep” you tell your husband.

Jack looked down at your daughter curled against him and shook his head slightly.

“She fell asleep on me I can’t move her” He says not wanting to disturb his precious daughter.

“Jack…”

“Just five more minutes,” he whispered. “I think she likes the heartbeat thing.”

Your chest ached a little at the sight of them together.

The dim nightlight cast soft shadows across his tired face while your daughter slept peacefully against him, tiny fingers gripping the front of his t-shirt.

Jack looked completely exhausted but also looked completely in love.

“You’re good at this,” you said quietly.

He glanced up at you for a second before looking back down at her.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

……..

Idc Jack is such a girl dad and no one can convince me otherwise.

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─── ♡ dr. robby drabble ♡

Robby had thought, with it being his last day here, that things would finally shift back to the way they once were between you. Only so that he could have closure at the end. Maybe it's his fault, as so many things are, though, that you drifted away like a petal on a seabound current.

He never put a label on things, or made your connection anything more than friendship. A very deep, meaningful friendship, yes, but not commitment like he often wonders if he should've.

It's too late for that now.

When Baby Jane Doe was discovered in the women's restroom, you dropped all your morning cases in favor of her. But with that not being how things work around here—doing as you please while patients pile up in Chairs—he lost his temper on you in Peds, causing the little one to burst into tears in your arms, and you to look at him like he was no more than an irate stranger while he went on his tirade.

Perhaps it's better for you to hate him, but that's not how he means to leave things. Not with any of you. He'd thought it was what he wanted—that resentment would make his exit all the easier—but instead, it's done the opposite.

So, here he stands at the end of a grueling shift with his nerves frayed and resolve almost shattered, staring in at you from outside glass walls. Apart from a dim lamp lit in the corner, the room that has become a morgue of memories to him is cast in shadows. There you sit in the corner with your back turned, rocking a child with no name in your arms.

As far as you know, he's already left.

Did you really not care to say goodbye?

How did the two of you get here? Going from constantly seeking one another out daily—including you accompanying him to his house for dinner and movies and whatever other excuse he could come up with to get you there, and him you for grocery shopping and dentist appointments—to the sound of deafening silence.

It'd had something to do with insecurity on both your ends, maybe. Pushing people away when they got uncomfortably close is all he's known for the last few decades, to the point that it's become a behavioral habit... And you weren't going to be the exception, much as he meant for you to be.

He saw the way you looked at Heather: with insecurity, especially after he would part from her side. Robby found your tone when you would ask about Janey to be unmistakable as well: vague jealousy. He and Jake, for a time, had been quasi step family to one another, after all, so a feeling of envy toward his mother—his past lover—was understandable.

He should've assuaged your paranoia by doing something—anything—to keep you.

Coward that he's always been, though, he let go.

And now the red string of fate is about to snap.

Silently, he turns the handle and slips inside without you noticing. Stationing himself in the far right corner of the room nearest the door, he listens with folded arms.

"And if that mocking bird don't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass don't shine, mama's gonna buy you a diamond mine. And if that diamond mine runs dry, mama's gonna buy you a..." You trail off, then chuckle quietly. "I think it was a diamond mine. I'm not sure how the rest of it goes, little one. I'm sorry."

"Have to wonder where you got diamond mine from," Robby murmurs with a soft smile.

Glancing to him over your shoulder, you watch as he comes closer before grabbing a chair and swiveling it around before straddling the seat.

Returning your attentions to the sleeping baby girl in your arms, you shrug. "What was it, then?"

"First," he says while lying his left forearm atop the chair back. "The glass breaks. When it does, a billy-goat is the next purchase."

You frown. "Could've swore there was a mine involved..."

"Maybe it's where she got the ring," he replies.

Bowing your head, you press a kiss to Jane Doe's tiny pink hat. "Thought you were leaving?"

He props his elbow up, then rests his cheek against his fist. "Wanted to check in before I did. Make sure... Make sure that you were okay." He nods to Baby Jane. "That she was."

You nod while smiling warmly at the tiny bundle curled up in your arms. "Yeah, she is."

He traces the curve of your jaw and shape of your lips with his eyes like he's trying to commit all your features to memory. "And you?"

"Trying to figure out an impossible way to take her home," you whisper.

"I don't think I ever asked that before: if you wanted kids."

You shrug slightly, knowing it wouldn't have mattered to him if you did. That it would've strictly made for idle conversation, just like all the others that ultimately went nowhere. "I do. But I don't know how I'll ever manage that with working here. Maybe I thought I'd take time off from working for a few years to raise my children, but..."

You shake your head, then brush a small tuft of hair from her brow.

"Few years away from emergency medicine can be like a lifetime when advancements are always being made," he remarks.

"I won't trade a life for a career that can never love me back," you snap.

He wonders if that was a snipe at him. If so, it worked. One more tiny cut to accompany all the rest.

Robby repeats his conversation with Mohan then. "Thought I would myself by now. Couple of 'em, with a wife. It's too late for me, though. I made my choice."

Shaking your head, you stare at him with a set jaw. "You could live another fifty years, Robby. So, no, it isn't." You roll your eyes in irritation. "That's the whole purpose of your road trip, right? Running away. But from what? Me? Here? Yourself? A life you don't want anymore, or just one in general?"

His eyes flit between your own, and you return your attentions to the baby.

"I thought I wasn't enough," you continue. "So when you started to pull away, I let you go." You sigh. Might as well say it now when it no longer matters—just get it out of your system. "I constantly held myself up to them in comparison: Heather, Janey, then later Noelle. These women who either had distinguished careers or lived actual lives while mine was still unfolding. It's why I made myself so available to you."

Baby Doe stirs, so you hush her quietly and she drifts back off.

"If I proved myself by being good enough—cooking and cleaning and doing anything you asked, then you'd choose me next. That I could be whatever you were looking for." You swallow down the lump in your throat. "I was wrong."

"Did you think I was using you?" he questions while leaning toward you. "It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me."

Gently pressing the toes of your tennis shoes against the floor, you continue on with silently rocking. "Doesn't matter now, though, does it? You're going to leave and we'll both be all alone again." You swaddle her tighter. "Including her," you whimper while a tear slips down your cheek.

Robby's chin wobbles and he wipes a tear from his undereye with the heel of his hand. "What do you want me to do? Go back to leading you on while you run yourself ragged and spread yourself thin for the likes of me? Sweetheart, I promise you that whoever you think I am, I'm not. I'm not some prize to be w—"

"I want you to stay," you retort while glaring at him. "I know what you intend to do, Robby. So go. Do it. And when you do, it'll tear me apart." A sob breaks past your lips. "What's left of me when you're gone."

Lying his forehead atop his folded arms, he rolls his head from side-to-side. "I don't know how to be here anymore."

"You want a wife, Michael? A baby? We are both right here," you state. "So take us home."

Slowly, he lifts his head.

"It won't be easy. For either of us. You'll try to pull away again, and my insecurities will get to me, but at the end of the day, we have to look at her and remember that we are not the only ones who matter."

Reaching toward you, he rests a palm atop Baby Jane's belly. "And if I screw it up? If I'm no good as a father?" he questions with bloodshot eyes.

You settle your palm atop the back of his hand. "How many kids have you taught already the last two decades?" You stretch to cup his cheek in your palm. "You have a village, Robby. You just have to open the gate to let it in."

His face crumples. "I wanted a reason not to. I was so fuckin' scared," he sobs.

You rise, then pad quietly over to Baby Doe's bed and lie her gently on her back before quickly returning to him. Sliding yourself atop his thigh, you wrap your arms around his shaking body and hold him close while the waves crash over him. "I won't ever let you be alone again," you mutter against his temple. "You let me know when you're ready to take your family home, and we'll take care of you, just like you will us."

Cradling the back of his head, you tip his face back and brush your lips over his which are damp and salty with tears. "I love you. And I won't let go this time. I promise."

Nuzzling against your breasts, he breathes a long, ragged sigh of exhaustion. "You were everything I ever wanted. That scared me more than the thought of losing you. To finally have what I thought I never would, only for you to walk away... It's hell living with the fear of the other shoe inevitably dropping."

You kiss his forehead. "Robby, I worship the ground you walk on. I put you on just as high a pedestal."

Lying his cheek against your chest, he listens to your heart beat. "We both gave up too easily, didn't we?"

Carding your fingers through his hair, you look at your sleeping baby across the room. "It's not too late for us to fix it, though."

based on this request, ty!

[flwer555]

Fast heart beat (jack abbot x reader)

“You look terrible” was the first thing you heard whilst walking into work this afternoon from non other than Jack Abbot.

“Why a good afternoon to you too, your spoiling me too much with these compliments” you reply with a grin. You can see the corners of his mouth lift up into a small smile before they come back down to show his serious face again.

“I’m serious have you slept at all?” Jack questioned.

The answer to that question is no. Sleep is hard to come by these days specially when you have to stay extra hours at work because these is a shortage of nurses a problem that needs to be fixed soon before you become a patient in a psychiatric department. You shrug before replying to his question “who needs sleep when you have caffeine” you say whilst sliding a coffee to him hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions about your sleep pattern or technically your non existent sleep pattern.

“That’s a very unhealthy statement” he says whilst accepting the coffee knowing he needs it as he came in early to help Robby with the last few hours of the day shift before hand off. He passes you a patent chart to read and catch up on.

You give a soft/tired laugh at his words “I think a lot of people in the medical field would agree with my statement” you say whilst reading the patient chart. The patient is a 17 year old girl names Connie Patterson she came in after school and was complaining about chest pains and difficulty with breathing. Your first thought is an anxiety attack.

“What you thinking” you ask him whilst looking back up at him. His arms are crossed, you notice he is leaning most his weight on his good leg, you also notice the tired expression that he has on his face. He shrugs before answering your question.

“She possibly could’ve had a panic attack not knowing that’s what it was” he replied. You nod agreeing as a teenager who is in school and probably has a lot of pressure on her anxiety is the first thing that comes to mind when having symptoms like this.

“What room is she in” you ask wanting to take a look at her for yourself.

“Room 16 I’ll come with you” Jack reply’s already knowing your brain is now in nurse mode. Yous make your way to the room and once you get there you notice a pale girl that is sitting on the bed you can tell she is pretty shaking up and wanting to leave. Sitting next to her is an older women who your guessing is her mother. You look back at Jack before he gives you a short nod as if to say that you can enter the room.

As you enter the room Jack coming in behind you the two people in the room turn their heads towards yous. You give them a small smile and introduce yourself “hi I’m nurse (your last name) and this is Dr abbot” you say to the two women.

The older women smiles at yous both before introducing herself “hi I’m Connie’s mother” you nod back in appreciation at the introduction and turn back to Connie

“Hi Connie is it okay if I do a check up on you” you ask whilst sanitising your hands and putting gloves on. Connie answers by giving you a short nod. You smile trying to comfort the girl as you start the exam.

“Okay Connie can you tell me exactly what has been happening” you ask the girl.

“It all started about a month ago I think I can’t really remember dates it’s all hazy” she tells you with a small anxious voice.

“It’s okay take your time” yous ask say.

“I just remember being in class when all of a sudden I feel dizzy and sick my chest also started to hurt and I felt like it was getting harder to breathe” she explains “only recently has it gotten worse and I also-“ she stops as she starts to get nervous again like she’s been keeping a secret that she is just about to reveal.

“Connie it is important you tell us everything so we know what we can do to help” Jack says to her.

She looks at him and then to her mothers with a scared face like she’s about to get in trouble.

“Sweetheart whatever your hiding you need to tell them so they can help” her mother says

Connie nods and takes a deep breath “ I also started to faint when I’m at home and sometimes at school I didn’t think it anything of it since I would gain consciousness a couple minutes later” she tells us

Her mother’s expression grew more worried now “Connie you should’ve told someone you can’t keep that to yourself darling you could’ve gotten hurt” she tells her daughter

“She’s right Connie anything could’ve happened and nobody would’ve known how to help you” Jack said

“I’m sorry I just didn’t want to be a problem” Connie says starting to get upset

“Connie your not a problem many people go through the same thing you do it’s okay to ask for help specially when your probably already have enough on your plate to deal with never mind keeping that big a thing to yourself” you say to her trying to reassure her.

“I just hate not knowing what’s wrong with me” she reply’s softly

“It’s okay to feel that way but I promise you Connie that I will try my absolute best to help you and find out what the problem is Connie” you say to her. You don’t notice the smile that appeared on jacks face as he admires you at work. He has always admired how you care for patients and others it is one of the things that he loves about you.

Connie gives you a small smiles fully believing your intentions “everyone believes it’s anxiety that is my issue I just believed them” she said

“We can’t be defiant that it is anxiety Connie” you tell her

“You think it could be something else” her mother speaks up before I can speak jack beats me to it.

“There is a possibility yes it could be that’s why we need to do the check up but whatever it is we will be here to help your daughter Mrs Patterson” Jack says to Connie’s mother. She nods as she does you start to set up for Connie’s check up.

“Okay Connie I’m just going to place this cuff on your upper arm and take your blood pressure and heart rate” you say to her talking her through your process. You notice Jack hovering behind you close enough you feel the hairs on the back of your neck sit up. You’ve always been nervous around Jack I mean who wouldn’t be he’s intimidating, handsome and mysterious he’s a whole package you just hoped he’d feel the same way for you which is unlikely as he still is affected by the passing of his late wife. You stop thinking about Jack and your little crush on him once you notice Connie’s vitals.

Heart rate- 148 bmp which is highly concerning for someone her age.

Blood pressure- 88/56 which again is suspiciously low for her age

You turn and look at Jack and give him a look that tells him that something is wrong knowing yous will needs to have a discussion outside before you come up with any conclusions that could scare the mother and daughter.

I take the the cuff of her arm and hand it to Jack whilst putting your stethoscope to listen to her heart. “Okay now I’m just going to listen to your heart okay” you said to the young girl she nods in approval. Whilst listening you hear what you expected to hear a very fast heart beat. You take off your stethoscope and place it around your neck and turn to look at both Connie and her mother. “Thank you Connie for letting me do the check up me and dr abbot will be back shortly I just need to discuss a few things with him” you say

You notice the mothers face turn to a confused expression and she looks at her daughter and back to you “is everything okay the last nurse said her breathing and chest pains where because something triggered her anxiety has that now changed” she asks

“Mrs Patterson we don’t know for definite that anxiety is the cause for your daughter syndromes I’m just concerned as her heart rate is very high for someone of Connie’s age” you say calmly trying to ease any anxiety that she had

She nodded understanding your concerns as she turned back to Connie and took hold of her hand. Jack must of noticed that she still had worry on her face as he spoke up “Mrs Patterson your daughter is in safe hands we have the best nurses and doctors on shift tonight and nurse (your last name) is excellent at what she does” he says and has he does your face starts to get warm at the compliment and butterflies grow in your stomach.

Mrs Patterson nods again but this time with a small smile as jacks words did calm her a little. You and Jack headed out the room and once you reached the nurses station you turn to Jack and begin to speak.

“That is not anxiety jack there has to be another reason why she is having those symptoms her heart rate and pressure are too high for it just to be anxiety” you tell him

He nods once your done listening to your concerns “I agree her vitals are reason for concern you are right what do you think it could be” he asks

“I believe it could be a possible heart condition that has developed or that has maybe been missed by other doctors” you say

“I think testing her for Arrhythmia wouldn’t be a bad thing” Jack says to you

You nod agreeing with him your mind still coming up with endless possibilities. Jack notices and pulls you away from your thoughts

“Hey look at me” he says whilst placing his hands on your shoulders. You feel your face become warm again as you look at him “your one of the best nurses in this hospital no one else that I know could’ve caught that Connie’s condition may be something more than anxiety you are an amazing nurse and you are one of the best people I know if not the best person I know we will find out what is wrong and help Connie.” He says to you

You now notice how pretty his eyes are and how his voice can calm you down in an instant. That is the Jack Abbot affect that is working on you. Jack has this ability to make everything calm again he knows how to ground you and the others around him that is something you admire about him.

“Let’s get back to Connie and run the test so she can get home” yous say to him after a few seconds of yous just standing there looking at each other. Jack gives a little cough and removes his hands from your shoulder all the warmth going with him as he nods and says something along the lines of “yeah of course let’s get to it”

Yous return to Connie’s room now with an explanation to her symptoms.

“Hi again how you feeling Connie any different” you ask as you enter the room

“I feel a bit more dizzy but I’m starting to feel like I can breath again” she reply’s

You nod and give her a smile you turn to Jack as a way to tell him he can start to explain we believe is going on.

“Connie we believe that your symptoms suggest something more than anxiety” he starts to say before her mother interrupts “what does that mean is she going to be okay” she asks

“Connie will be fine Mrs Patterson but her vitals and symptoms suggest that Connie may have a heart condition called arrhythmia” Jack explains Connie’s mother’s face turns from confusion to shock.

“What is that” Connie asks starting to become anxious again.

“It is a condition when the heart beats too quickly or too slowly, or your heartbeat is not steady. This can then lead to symptoms like what you are experiencing” Jack says to the girl

“It is not a serious condition but it can get worse overtime if not treated properly” you explain to the mother and daughter

“How do you know Connie has it” her mother asks. You turn to look at Jack as you let him explain

“We don’t know for sure but with the symptoms that Connie is showing it points to arrhythmia all we can do is refer her to cardiology who then takes it from there” Jack explains

“And what happened if I do have it” Connie asks

“There is many possible treatments that depend on how serious the condition is but you will most likely be put on medication that helps control the rate and rhythm of your heart” you explain Connie nods not knowing what else to ask.

“We would like to monitor you for a couple more hours during that time we will refer you to cardiology and you should get an appointment with them soon after a nurse comes to discharge you then that’s when your free to go home” Jack says

The mother and daughter nod and the nurse and the doctor “thank you for your help” Mrs Patterson says

“It’s our jobs we wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want to” you say with a smile. You and Jack say your goodbyes and head back to the craziness the night shift has to offer.

It is now the end of your shift and you are officially nursed out if you hear someone else say that they need you to document something you’ll pull a Robbie and head straight for the roof. You give a sigh or relief when you see Dana walk through the doors. “Hey sugar you look like your about to pass out” she says to you

“I feel like I’m about to die of starvation because Earl keeps eating all the sandwiches” you joke

She gives you a laugh and yous start to begin handoff. Once yous are done the one and only Jack Abbot starts coming over

“Your here early” he says to Dana noticing her first

“Wanted to see what I was up against and from what I’ve been told I believe it’s going to be starvation” she says to him and she looks back at you. You give out a laugh. Whilst jacks looks at you with concern.

“You haven’t eaten this whole shift” he asks you.

“I didn’t have time I was busy all shift trust me I would’ve if I could’ve I never say no to food” you say to him. Yous didn’t notice the smile Dana was giving you two clearly seeing what yous both can’t a spark of something that is comfortable and warm a spark of something that feels right nor forced or wrong.

“After I’ve done hand off with Robby I’ll take you out for breakfast” he tells you. You give him wide eyes and start to shake your head.

“Jack no you don’t have to do that I have stuff at home” you tell him.

“I’m not asking I’m telling” he says to you. Knowing now that you don’t have a choice you start to become warm and you notice your heart beating faster and butterflies forming.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone I’ve been caught up better get a head start” Dana says and as she does you come back to reality but no words come out your mouth your too flustered to say anything. So this is how Connie felt you wonder

“Go wait outside get some fresh air I’ll be out soon” Jack says too you.

“Okay” you reply still flustered because of him

Jack smiles noticing your red face “you’re cute when you get flustered” he says to you and as he does he doesn’t let you reply instead turns and walks away to find Robby.

Your left standing in the middle of the Pitt to flustered and shocked to move and all you can think is how now your the one with the racing heart beat.

………….

This is my first piece of work so medical stuff will be wrong most likely I did do some research before writing this but I may have gotten a couple of things wrong.

I hope to get better at writing as I’m not too proud of this one. Comment what stories you would like to read and any help/ advice is appreciated

[princessimotep]

How I feel when I switch up on which man I want to fantasise about next but low key get stressed because now I feel like I'm emotionally cheating on the others

Why am I such a whore

[oliviaxstabler]

Im down so bad for him it’s not even funny

[witchesgraves]

I’m your man by Leonard Cohen is BLASTING

[missmaemikaelson]

OG fine shyts

[voidsagent]

Up To No Good - jack abbot x reader - drabble

Pairings: jack abbot x reader

Summary: chaos ensues when jack takes himself & your son for a haircut.

Warnings: TONS of fluff, age-gap, implied sex (??), yearning/longing, soft dad!jack & medical inaccuracies.

Word Count: 819

Author’s Note: this came to me at midnight after watching a tiktok & i needed to write it IMMEDIATELY after, i love dad jack abbot !! <3

Really, you should’ve known better when Jack was gone longer than he was supposed to be. Yes, your son was a toddler—and in his squirmy wiggly worm stage—but haircuts don’t take that long. Even if they were both getting one.

So when you heard your front door open two hours later, you didn’t know what to expect.

“Mama! We’re home!” Jack’s voice filled the house.

You could hear your son’s quiet giggles and Jack’s best attempts at softly shushing him.

With the basket of laundry on your hip you headed towards the living room, stopping in your tracks when you rounded the corner.

Jack was standing there with a bouquet of all your favorite flowers in his hands. It was almost bigger than him. You knew he was up to something; but still, you couldn’t stop the immediate swell and softness in your heart.

“What’s all this for?”, You ask, putting down the laundry basket; eyes flitting between Jack and your son—who clung to your husband’s pant-leg—hood still up.

Jack shrugged, leaning in and kissing your cheek softly as he handed you the bouquet; “Just something for my wife.”

You narrow your eyes are him, leaning into the kiss; “I can see that, but why?”

Jack tsks once; “Can’t a guy just spoil his wife?”

“He can”, You nod, “But when he’s two hours late from a haircut and shows up with flowers, said wife tends to get suspicious.”

You take in Jack’s haircut; the same he always gets, just a little shorter on the sides—curls trimmed neatly on the top and curling at the base of his neck. He looked extra handsome, cleaned up nice with hair still slightly damp.

“Don’t get mad”, Jack says, trying his best to bite back a smirk.

Immediately thoughts start going through your head; “Last time you said that we ended up with a kitten.”

You look at the guilty smile he’s wearing; “Please do not tell me there’s another kitten.”

Jack laughs; “No animals this time, Mama.”

You sigh in relief, not that you didn’t love the little ball of grey fur that your boys brought home three months ago, or the lack of personal space it brought with it.

Jack leans down to your son, speaking softly: “Wanna show Mama your new look?”

Immediately you’re thinking buzz cut. Jack took your son out and buzzed all his beautiful red curls off and you’re preparing to kick his ass now.

But when your son giggles with a nod and pulls his hood down, your jaw drops.

“Oh my god, Jack-“

A mullet. Your son has a mini mullet.

Hair shaved short on the sides, and strawberry blonde curls on the top leading down to the back where it’s slightly longer. But damn it, he looks cute.

“He picked it out himself”, Jack smirks, hands nonchalantly in his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet like a teenager in trouble.

“Mama like?”, Your son asks, beaming up at you with the widest smile you’ve ever seen and cheeks so round you could squish them forever.

You just laugh, actually laugh. Probably in relief your son still has hair.

So you kneel down, arms open and outstretched as your son runs immediately into them—careful to set the flowers down on the hallway table before your tiny speedster can squish them.

“You look so handsome, baby!”, You tell him, kissing his freshly cut curls and turning his head gently with your hands to get a better look.

Your son giggles, smile stolen from Jack’s face and eyes to match.

In the midst of it all—Jack clears his throat behind you—a shy smile on his lips.

You roll your eyes, standing up with a ruffle to your son’s hair as he runs off towards his playroom; pulling Jack in by his shirt collar.

“Daddy looks handsome too”, You say, eyes dancing over his face, hands in his freshly trimmed curls.

“Yeah?”, Jack asks giddily, eyebrows raised as he locks eyes with you.

“Definitely.”

You bite your bottom lip softly before standing on your tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that has him humming a content sigh.

“…Think Robby’ll babysit tonight?”

Jack’s smile turns mischievous—fingers digging a little more into your hips—still not hard enough to hurt: “Oh he better.”

Jack leans in again, but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

“You’re just lucky you didn’t shave his head.”

Jack fakes a gasp when you move your finger to point it at him.

“I’d never.”

“Good”, You say, “Cause you’d be homeless or living with Robby.”

Jack laughs softly, grabbing your waist and pulls you in close again; “You’d miss me.”

“Maybe.”

Then his lips are on yours again, drowning out every worry you had and replacing them with the thought of how lucky you are to have your boys.

shawn’s curls literally make a heart in the picture i used for the header im crYING—

[the-shedevil-writes]

Whatta Man (Dr. Robby x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: Men keep disappointing you over and over. But you know who's always there for you? Your hot older attending. WORD COUNT: 5.3k WARNINGS: Fluff! Mutual pining/yearning. Resident!Reader. Age gap (Reader late 20s and Robby 40s). Reader gets grabbed/harassed by a patient. Comfort. First kiss! NOTES: So this is my first The Pitt fic. I'M ONLY ON SEASON ONE SO IF HE DIES IN THE SEASON 2 FINALE I'MMA BE SO PISSED. (The song: Whatta Man (Feat. en Vogue) by Salt-N-Pepa) Whatta man whatta man whatta mighty good mannnn READ ON AO3! - MASTERLIST

Being a senior resident at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center meant dealing with… a lot of whiny men. From husbands dismissing their wives' pain. To men deciding to streak butt naked down the hall. And even some of the other doctors and residents (med students and interns had time to grow, at least). Yeah, well, Y/n was tired of whiny men both in and outside of work. Thanks to a horrible string of recent first dates. 

Walking into the pitt on Monday morning, she was already pissed off, and nobody was gonna stop her from pouting… Except maybe her patients. She still had to be professional, but when it came to charting and all the paperwork, she let the scowl embed into her face. 

It was Trinity and Whittaker who first noticed and decided to talk to her a few hours into the shift. As she scanned the vending machine for some caffeine that might actually improve her mood, Trinity leaned against it. 

“How come you stole my face?” 

She blinked, breaking out of her trance. “Huh?”

“You look all… bitc-” Trinity started, 

and right as she was about to say ‘bitchy’, Whittaker cut in.

“Mad. You look mad. Is something bothering you? We can help.” 

She wouldn’t tell anybody, but Whittaker was her favorite intern. He reminded her of herself when she was an intern a few years back. Always getting the short end of the stick. She waved him off and punched in the numbers for a green tea. 

“I’m alright. Thank you, guys. You can help me by checking in on Mr. Montoya and his pacemaker, and Santos– you can help me by getting the prescription for Ms. Cox ready with the at-home instructions.” She said curtly, grabbing the green tea from the little compartment. 

“Okay,” Whittaker said, though neither of them seemed excited by their assignments. 

She then pointed encouragingly as if to say, ‘You got it,’ and started to walk away. Then Trinity accidentally… though very loudly… asked-

“Is it because of your date last Friday?” 

She froze in place and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. Of course, at the same time, her attending, Dr. Robby, walked right to her. She’d never admit it, but part of her had a bit of a crush on him. Unfortunately, he was twice her age, and her attending so obviously that would never happen… So if it would never happen, why did she feel like she wanted to explode in humiliation? Why did she really not want Robby to hear that she had been going on failed Bumble and Hinge dates for the past month? 

A smile quirked on his face as he tilted his head, “Date?”

She turned back and raised her brows at Trinity and Whittaker. Her lips pursed into a bit of a threat. The two interns made a bit of a ‘yikes’ face. She turned back around to face Dr. Robby.

“It’s nothing.” She looked down at the ground, gripping her tea. 

“It’s alright. We all need to let loose every once in a while.” He said, very hypocritically.

Her fists clenched as she stared holes into her sneakers, “Please. It’s nothing.”

He watched her avoid eye contact, completely mortified, and cleared his throat. He looked up to Whittaker and Trinity, 

“I believe she gave you guys work to do. No more gossip.” 

At that, the two realized they’d been standing there for a bit too long and quickly walked away to do their job. Y/n walked over to her cubicle and put her tea down. She opted to pretend that instance never happened, but Robby followed her trail. He leaned over the shelf of her cubicle, putting his chin on his forearms. He watched her turn on her computer and start updating her charts from physical to digital. 

“You alright? You’ve been a bit fight, flight, freeze today.” He asked

She continued typing, “I’m alright. Peachy keen.”

Robby laughed in disbelief. “You did good with the pacemaker issue this morning. I’ll give you that. But every time I check on you, you seem-”

“As Santos was about to call me, ‘bitchy’?” She looked up at him. 

He put his hands up in innocence. 

“Whoa whoa whoa. I wasn’t gonna say that. I’m just not used to you being so grumpy. That’s my job.” 

“Funny, Santos said it was her job too.” She chuckled, then raised her brows when he didn’t leave, “I’m fine! I’m fine. I swear.”

The smile on her face couldn’t be helped now. As much as she wanted to stay in her pissy mood, the blushing laughter was too genuine now to be helped.

Robby stood up straight and grabbed his clipboard. “Alright.” He gently smacked her back with it, “Keep killin’ it out there.” 

She rolled her eyes with a smile as she continued to chart. 

This was the pitt. Smiles didn’t stay very long. It was only an hour later when she was treating a man, now known as Tony Driscoll, who was drunk as a skunk. A good Samaritan had found him passed out outside and brought him in… And now she was deeply wishing they hadn’t. The man reeked of vodka, and she had to change him into a gown due to him pissing his pants. As she balled up the disgusting denim and flannel into a belongings bag, Tony looked her up and down with half-lidded eyes. 

“Hot mama.” He slurred, “Impressed by what you saw?”

She zipped up the bag with his clothes, “You know, Tony, I see bodies every day. Takes a lot.” 

She was relatively unfazed by his catcalling. She’d been called much worse. But then he started to laugh. Mucus and phlegm bubbled in his throat from when Langdon had given him a sternum rub to wake him up earlier. 

“You got a boyfriend?” 

“Don’t need to tell you that, Tony.” She said, setting the bag down and grabbing a rolling computer to start typing, “Are you allergic to any medications?”

Tony put his hands up, “I’m in need of some vitamin you.”

She sighed and looked out the open door of the room. Nobody was really paying attention. She huffed and figured she’d just have to deal with it herself. 

“Allergies?” 

“Wonder why I drank?” Tony’s voice graggled. 

She nodded and sat down on the rolling stool. This could be personal, and she figured if she sat down, there’d be less of a wall between them. She just wanted to get somewhere with the patient so he could tell her his history. 

Rolling over to his bedside, she pulled out her pen and notepad. “Why did you consume that much? Stress? Is this a memorable day? Grief?” 

Tony leaned over and nodded as if he were about to whisper something. She leaned closer, figuring he didn’t want the whole hospital to hear. But then, suddenly, he reached and grabbed her arm, yanking her off the stool. He cackled as her stomach flew into the guard rails of the bed. She let out a gasp and a groan. 

“TONY. LET GO.” She looked over her shoulder, “NEED SOME HELP IN HERE. ROOM THREE.”

Her eyes widened as Tony had an iron grip on her wrist. 

“C’mon, lil lady. Make me feel better.” Tony slurred.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to pull away. God, she wasn’t strong enough against this man’s strength. 

Suddenly, she heard a loud, 

“WHOA WHOA WHOA HEY HEY HEY-” Dr. Robby called out, running in. 

He leaned over and pried Tony’s hand off. She was about to fall to the floor, but Robby swiftly hooked his arms under hers and pulled her up to her feet. 

Langdon ran in, confused 

“What happened?” 

“Trying to get patient history and he just- grabbed me and tried pulling me onto the bed.”

Tony started to protest, “I JUST WANTED TO GIVE THIS HOT MAMA A HUG.”

Dr. Robby’s eyes flared at that, “Yeah, right, bud. You aren’t even gonna be breathing near her again. And we’ll be filing a case on top of your already damned public intoxication charge.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, escorting her out, “Langdon, I want him discharged.”

Langdon turned around, confused, “We haven’t even checked the guy out-”

“He’s a danger to our female medical staff. He’s unruly and abusive. I want him out.” 

He nodded and began getting the paperwork together. 

She shrugged off Robby’s arm, even though her knees felt weak and her heart was beating out of her chest. It wasn’t the good rush that came after a successful op. It was the intense shakes that came with adrenaline. 

“Thank you.” She said, looking back up at the patient board, “Okay, I gotta get to-”

Robby scoffed, “No, you are not.” 

She looked to him, confused, “It’s fine. I deal with man babies all the time.” 

“It’s not fine. Actually, it’s the opposite. I’ll check you out, then you have some really fun paperwork to do.” 

She wanted to protest. Wanted to shrug him off and get back to work. She was a grown woman, for Christ’s sake. But damn it, her stomach was really starting to hurt, and she knew she had paperwork to do anyway. May as well get paid to sit down. 

Sitting in an empty room, she crossed her arms over her stomach. The pain was more so in her lower ribs as they had slammed into the rails. She sighed and looked down at her phone. 

A message from ‘HINGE: BRYAN’. Curiosity piqued, she had nothing else to do. She pressed the notification, and it opened to a chat log. 

BRYAN: Hey, want to get dinner this weekend? (Sent at 9 AM).

BRYAN: Okay. Bitch. Didn’t want you anyway (Sent at 12 PM)

She rolled her eyes and put her phone down right as Robby walked into the room. He shut the curtains so they wouldn’t be bothered. He sat down on the stool right next to the bed. 

“He’s in custody now.”

“Harsh.” 

He shrugged, “Well, he certainly wasn’t staying here.” He looked her over, “Did you hit your head?”

“No. I just-” She took her arms off her chest and winced at the sudden movement, “Hit my ribs pretty hard against the bed. I’m able to stand, and I’m not crying, so I figure I’m fine.”

“Lift your shirt up for me.” 

Now. In any other scenario, she’d be thrilled. If this wasn’t the ED. And if this wasn’t because of some stupid, drunk patient. She’d be delighted to. But now, she was caught off guard. It was as if her brain short-circuited. 

Robby seemed to realize how his words sounded and restated, “Just uh- to your comfort.”

She nodded and lifted her scrubs to just below her bra. Looking him in the eyes, she watched as his brown pupils averted back down to her torso. He reached out and gently padded two of his fingers along her ribs. She winced with a hiss. 

“Yeah, well, it’s a bit inflamed. Probably gonna get a nasty bruise here soon. I’ll grab some ice from the freezer for you.”

“I can do it.” She grimaced, going to stand.

He grabbed her shoulders, gently lying her back. 

“I know you can, but let me.” His eyes read so genuine… Almost worried. 

Something about that really got to her. She didn’t know why, but the idea of a man insisting on doing a simple act of service felt… foreign. As she watched him stand and walk out, she felt her heart racing. Thank god, she wasn’t hooked up to a heart monitor. 

Remember. He’s your attending! Stop it! 

She dragged her hands down her face and laid back to stare at the ceiling. Doomed butterflies rustling her insides. 

She was back on her feet after an ordered fifteen-minute break. And the rest of her shift went as smoothly as an emergency department could (which was not smooth at all). After an appendix bursting and an elderly woman with busted hips after a car crash, she walked out of the hospital in her normal clothes, opposed to scrubs. An old concert hoodie and jeans, despite the somewhat hot weather lately. That delirium of the long shift and late night was starting to hit her. 

Upon the warm night air, she saw Robby stretching outside. He stood in his normal clothes as well- a grey T-shirt that fit him snug and a pair of sweatpants. He pulled a hoodie from his duffel, and she was almost disappointed to see him cover his biceps. She walked up to him,

“You off for the night?”

He nodded, “Yeah. How’s your ribs holding up?” 

She stretched, “They’re alright. Sore, but it’ll probably be fine in the morning.”

Robby rocked back and forth on his heels. He ran a hand down his face as if he were considering saying something. He pursed his lips and shook his head a little, debating with himself before going-

“Wanna get something to eat?” 

Her eyes widened, “Oh!”

“I mean- we’ve been on our feet all day. Usually I’d eat at home, but I haven’t gone grocery shopping in… way too long.” He laughed it off, “Figured I’d get something quick.”

She nodded, almost too quickly. She was starving, and she couldn’t deny her excitement at the prospect of talking to Robby outside the hospital. 

“Yeah! I’d like that. I’m starving.” 

They started walking toward the staff parking lot. Robby put his hands in his jacket pockets.

“There’s a burger place just around the corner that’s open 24/7.” 

She nodded, “Perfect. Sounds good to me…” They walked, and she realized his motorcycle was parked right next to her pick-up truck, “I’m not riding the death trap though.”

He chuckled, “What?! There’s nothing wrong with it.”

She crossed her arms and leaned against the side of her truck. Eyeballing the motorcycle, she really didn’t approve. They already saw their fair share of motorcycle accidents and deaths every other day. The idea of him splatting across the pavement, especially wearing such minimal protection, made her shiver. 

“For a man responsible for the entire emergency department, you’re playing some funny games riding that.” 

He threw his leg over the wide seat. It was a nice bike. And he did, unfortunately, look incredibly rugged on it. 

He turned it on, and it hummed to life. Her eyes widened in almost fury.

“Dr. Michael Robinavitch. You better put that helmet on, so help me god.” She pointed to the helmet attached to the back seat. 

His head tilted in a ‘really?’ But she just glared with a raised brow until he let out a defeated laugh. He reached back and picked it up. He shook it in front of her before putting it on his head and clipping the belt.

“Happy?”

She beamed, “Incredibly.”

He smiled at that and revved the bike. 

“Meet you there.”

She turned and climbed into the driver's seat of her pickup. Giving him a little wave before starting her own beast of a vehicle. 

Once at the burger joint, they got in and stood in line. She looked over the menu above. Honestly, she could’ve eaten every single thing. She hadn’t eaten much more than protein bars and that green tea all day. 

“Know what you’re getting?” Robby asked with his arms crossed.

She nodded, “Yeah. I think so.”

One of the cashiers became available, and Robby walked up. He looked back over to her, and she looked at him, confused. Huh?

Until he nodded his head over, “Put in your order.”

“Oh!” She ran over, “Can I get the cheeseburger meal with a strawberry milkshake, please?” 

The cashier nodded and looked to Robby, who was a little preoccupied with looking at the woman next to him. 

“Make that two,” Robby said, showing two fingers. 

She started to dig through her purse to pull out her wallet. “Are you guys able to spli-“

But before she could even finish her sentence, Robby had already tapped his card to the scanner. He looked to her and shook his head with a little hand wave. 

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, no- Robby!” She protested, but it was already too late, “Okay. Thank you. I’m getting the next one though.” 

He shook his head, “You’re the lady here.”

Her cheeks burned. It’s not that she couldn’t afford to split on a date, or that she even truly minded. She’d always be okay with splitting or doing separate payments. But this was nice. 

“Thank you.” She said shyly as they walked to wait for their food. Then her mind came up with an idea, “OH! You know what we could do?!”

He brightened at her excitement, curious.

Ten minutes later, she unhooked the back of her pickup. She let it fall and gave little jazz hands around the truck bed. 

“Boom! The perfect seats.”

She climbed up onto the edge and sat, her legs swinging. Robby chuckled and walked over next to her and sat down. He placed the takeout bag between them and handed her her shake. He watched her take a long sip. There was no hiding the way his pupils dilated at the sight of her sitting happily– the fluorescent lights of the restaurant highlighting her beauty in the dark. 

Her phone buzzed, interrupting any possible conversation. It buzzed even louder lying against the metal truck bed. After a second, it buzzed again…. And again. 

Robby chuckled, “Someone’s popular.” He took a sip of his shake.

She flipped her phone over and sighed. “No. No. It’s nothing.” 

There were four notifications from a guy who had matched with her on Hinge. 

‘You’re not ugly. What r u into? Let’s hook up. You up tonight?’

There was a quiet moment where it felt as if either of them could start talking, but they were pretty comfortable being quiet as well. After twelve hours of talking and running around, they were both content with silence. 

At least until Robby gathered the gall to ask, “Was that your date?” 

She shook her head, then looked down at her sneakers. It was late, and here she was drinking shakes with Robby. If now was a time to get closer, now was the time. Even if she didn’t really wanna admit it.

“It’s worse…” she finally admitted, “Dating app messages.”

“Ah… Never used one of those, but I haven’t heard great things.”

“Don’t. Don’t ever.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He laughed, “I prefer getting to know the person in real life.”

Like what they were doing at the moment. She nodded and blushed, pulling her phone back out. She almost just needed something to look at that wasn’t his eyes. Every time she made eye contact, she felt something grow between them. Tension. Excitement. Chemistry. Whatever it was, it was nerve-wracking. 

“Men just make me so… mad sometimes. Like, look.” She revealed the notifications on her phone.  “Why is their flirting insulting to me?”

He pulled his reading glasses from his shirt and put them on. This made her laugh. 

“Sorry, I have my old man readers.” He said with an embarrassed blush as he took her phone, “‘You’re not ugly’. Jesus. Not a great opener.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

She scrolled through her dozens and dozens of messages to show him. There were, of course, innocuous one-liners. Genuine greetings. But there was also a sea of profanity, sex requests, and innuendos. Robby’s lips firmed into a frown. 

She continued to explain as she took back her phone, “That date I had Friday? He was horrible. He rushed through dinner and conversation. So I put on a movie, and when I didn’t want to… put out, he fell asleep on my couch. Ever since, I’ve been just stewing. Am I doing something wrong? It can’t be that every man is solely looking for sex… right?”

He sucked in a breath. 

“It’s a high percentage.” He seemed scared to admit “Gets better as you get older… I’m sorry you’ve been going through that, though. Today couldn’t have helped.”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not at all… Though I really appreciate you stepping in earlier.”

“Of course. I’m not gonna let you get treated like that. You deserve better.” He dug into the bag to pull out a container of fries. Leaning over, he let his shoulder touch hers, “And you’re very beautiful, by the way. Far from ugly.” 

Her eyes widened, and she held her breath. A smile rolled over her lips as she took a fry. 

“Thank you. You know, you’re very sweet when you want to be, Robinavitch.” 

He scoffed, “You’re acting like I’m some cranky old guy the other 90% of the time.”

She raised her brows and tried to suppress her laugh. 

“Welllll…”

“Watch it.” He joked, pointing a fry at her. 

They both laughed, and he rubbed his tired eyes under his circular glasses. 

He tsked. “Just cause I have a pair of readers.” 

Now was her time to strike. If he was gonna call her beautiful and buy her food well-

“I like ‘em. They suit you.” She said, “You should wear them more.”

The little smile that grew on him was adorable. He pulled the lenses off his face so he could clean them using the bottom of his shirt. 

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m not! I think they’re very cute.” She came on strong. She wanted to know if he was flirting or if he was just being kind. And this was a surefire way. 

He shook his head and put his glasses back on. The redness that had spread throughout his face was definitely noticeable now. 

“I think you’re having trouble with your vision. Maybe you need these more than me.” He joked.

Not the sure answer she was hoping for. Hmm… She reached up and took them off his angled nose bridge. She put them on and looked up at him with curious eyes. Her vision suddenly warped. It looked like she was swimming in a fish bowl. 

“Jeez. You’re blind.” She chuckled. “I don’t know if I trust you calling me beautiful now if you can’t see.”

“Oh, I think anybody within a fifty-mile radius could tell you are.” He blurted out and almost cut himself off, realizing that he had voiced that thought. 

She smirked. Bingo. She put the glasses back on him. 

“You’re sweet.” She said softly, “Thank you…”

He shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. With a deep breath, he finally said,

 “Look… I should get home. It’s late. We’re delirious. And I don’t wanna do something that we may regret.” 

Even with the slight sting of disappointment, it was the hottest thing he could’ve said. She squinted her eyes, almost challenging.

“Wanna bookmark this though?”

“Absolutely. Absolutely… not forgetting.” He breathed out, looking her over. 

Robby didn’t get much sleep that night. Not that he got great sleep in the first place. But he kept thinking about her. Of course, he’d thought she was beautiful. Who didn’t? He admired her tenacity and empathy with patients. She was incredibly intelligent, but didn’t seem too arrogant about it. Nearly every guy in that damn ED thought something or another about her. 

But god… if he were 20 years younger, he would’ve kissed her. He stretched his arms over his head as he lay on his pillows. 

This is bad. This is really, really bad. 

Fortunately, the next few shifts went by as if nothing had ever happened between them. He was worried that she’d act closer or try to talk to him like they did after work. But he found her charting away by herself, and when he met with her, she reported to him as usual. It almost made the feeling in his chest worse. 

He played it cool until they settled into their usual work rhythm. And the memory of shakes and glasses started to fade. But… part of him didn’t want it to fade. He wanted to continue from their bookmark. 

So as he walked up to her cubicle, he felt his heart pounding in his chest. It felt as though he’d been sent back to a middle school dance, and he needed to ask a girl to dance. He was used to his bone-rattling anxiety by this point, but this was another level. There’d been in numerous dangerous situations where he could’ve died… Yet he’d never been more convinced than now that he was about to.

He leaned over her cubicle to see her drinking another green tea. Making a note of that. 

“Hey, Y/l/n.” 

She spun around in her chair, and her face brightened upon seeing him. God damn it.

“Dr. Robby! What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just-” He looked around to make sure no one was overhearing, “I was wondering if you had plans post shift. Could uh- revisit that bookmark.” 

She quickly looked around, making sure no one was hearing. She rolled closer to him. A look of nervousness struck her face, and she let out an anxious ‘um’ while she thought about what to say. 

“I- I really hate to say this, but I have a… date tonight.” She whispered, “I-I could cancel!”

He shook his head, “No. No. Next time then.” 

He forced a smile. He should be happy for her. Maybe this one would be better than her last. Though judging by those messages he had seen, he didn’t really believe that. He went to walk away, but she grabbed his wrist, tugging him back. 

“Next time. I mean it.” She said with a serious expression. “I’ll cancel tonight.”

“Wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me to let you do that.” He chuckled, “It’s okay. We’ll catch each other another time.” 

She let go, and just then, Dr. Abbot walked by with furrowed brows. The guy always knew when something was off with Robby. So he just hoped that he didn’t see her previous grip on his wrist. 

He patted the shelf of her cubicle and walked away, already shaking it off and getting back to work. 

It was 10 PM. Robby laid in bed once again sleepless. He had only gotten home an hour ago, taken a hot shower, and put on the stupid whale noises that Abbot had suggested. He knew Y/n had gotten off much earlier than he had, and he couldn’t help but wonder how that was going. The morally righteous part of him hoped it went well, but that only made up a solid five percent of him, while the other 95% hoped that it was as boring as watching paint dry. 

Ocean waves. Not her. Listen to the stupid ocean waves that Abbot had sent him the link to. Whales… Ocean… Waves… Y/n… Shit. 

His phone ringing abruptly broke through the sounds of ‘relaxation’. He grumbled and rolled over, expecting to see the hospital number, but instead, he saw her name. His eyes widened, and he quickly answered. 

“Hello?” He grumbled, putting the phone to his ear.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She whispered, nearly incomprehensible on the phone, “I was gonna call Langdon, but I think he’s asleep and- and Trinity and Whittaker won’t pick up. And Abbot’s on shift-”

He slowly sat up, “Hey, hey, hey. What’s happening?”

“I’m stuck. I’m in the bathroom of this restaurant. They’re about to close, but I don’t want to get in his car and- and Uber’s are like a hundred plus right now-” Her voice cracked, and it made his heart shatter, “He’s been acting super manic and grabby and-, and I think he drank or took something before meeting up-”

He was already getting up and throwing on clothes. “I’m coming. I’m coming. What restaurant?” He threw on a shirt and his thick Carhartt. 

“I’ll text you the address.” She said. On her end, there was a loud banging on the other side of the door. “I’ll be out in a minute! I’m sorry, Robby-”

“Don’t be sorry.” He said, tugging up his jeans, “Stay there. I’ll be there ASAP.” 

With the phone tucked into his neck, he grabbed his keys and zipped up his fly as he stormed out. 

In record-breaking time, he pulled into the parking lot and parked his bike haphazardly across two parking spaces. He could already see her standing in a silk blouse and a short skirt. Her hair was pinned back in a half-up, half-down. But he couldn’t be distracted by how gorgeous she looked when there was a small, beat-up car pulled next to her. He could make out parts of their conversation as he strutted up. 

“C’mon! C’mon. You’re being overdramatic! I’m safe to drive!” The guy honked the horn, and she jumped back, arms crossed. 

“I’m not getting in, Derek! You’re fucking on something!” She held onto a takeout cup.

The guy laughed, “I told you! You can have some, baby!”

She looked up and saw Robby walking up, and she immediately hugged him. He was a little caught off guard, but he gently squeezed her closer and patted her back. The guy, Derek, looked at them, confused. 

“You got your fuckin’ dad to pick you up? You’re fuckin’ pathetic.” 

Before Robby could stop her, she threw the styrofoam takeout cup as hard as she could into the window. Pepsi exploded onto the guy. He chuckled, but held her back behind him. As much as it made this situation worse, he was definitely proud. 

“YOU BITCH.” 

Derek went to open the door, but Robby gripped the door by the rolled-down window and slammed it back shut. Derek tried to open it again, but every time, Robby was able to hold it shut with his strength. 

“Look, Derek. You’re gonna start the car and drive the fuck off. Or I’m gonna report your license number to the police for abuse of narcotics. I’d fucking love to see what comes out when they shove a stomach pump down your throat.” 

The younger guy looked at him with horrified eyes, “You’re crazy, man. I was just tryna get her to finish this date.”

Robby grabbed the broken styrofoam cup that had landed in his lap and crushed it in his fist, spilling even more soda all over Derek. “Go. The fuck. Home.” 

Derek flipped him off and slammed on the gas. Luckily, Robby ducked out in time. He turned to see Y/n standing there with a shocked expression. A sense of embarrassment filled him. He slowly trudged back.

“Look, I’m sorry you had to see that-”

She smashed her lips onto his. He let out a surprised noise that was quickly muffled by him kissing back. Normally, she’d have to stand on her toes to reach him, considering he was 6’1. But heels certainly helped. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he instinctively went around her waist. As much as he wanted to pry away, she smelled like lavender and tasted like Pepsi. Her body molded against his perfectly.

So he let her pull away first, which was only momentarily to mumble, 

“I wish I had canceled.” She kissed him again, then pulled back, “I didn’t even get to eat anything.”

He leaned back to look at her face, all dolled up with makeup compared to her usual bare face at work. His hand cupped her left cheek, and he stroked his thumb back and forth, hoping he wasn’t going to ruin her makeup. 

A little tired laugh escaped him, “Wanna go back to our bookmark? I’ll get you a shake.”

“I was supposed to get the next one.” 

He shook his head again.

“I don’t know how long it’ll take you to realize that you’re the lady here, and you’re not paying for your ten-dollar meal.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, “Especially not tonight… I’d take another kiss though-”

She laughed out loud at that, “Yeah, I bet you would.”

“You know it.” He leaned in and kissed her again. 

[queensinxs]

his wife ── michael robinavitch michael 'robby' robinavitch x wife!reader.

summary: robby doesnt advertise his marriage. so when his wife shows up at ED to discuss their son, safe to say the residents were shocked. now they wonder how the two of you met. this throws him back to when he was a ms3.

content warnings: reader and robby w/ 2 year age gap. thought to be 22 and robby 24 when met, around when he'd be a MS3. fluff. med school robby. lightly flirty young robby. lil mention of mature content so pls mdni 18+. reader is clinical psychologist/completeting masters to be one. lowkey implied fem reader shorter than robby. im short im sorry. he adores his wife like hard. two kids.

authors notes: lowkey med school au and robby who isn't as emotuonally consipated in the show. lowkey wanna do a few bits here and there about their life but not sure lol. inspired by this meme.

word count: 4079

Everyone was aware of the chain that hung around Robby’s neck. It peeked from under his scrubs sometimes. Though, no one knew what might be on the chain. There might be nothing or there could be something. Either way, it was always tucked under his shirt.

Nobody questioned it, never really thought to. He’s a private person. Residents don’t ask about his personal life. But they get curious when he steps out to the ambulance bay sometimes, phone to ear. 

Santos thinks that maybe he’s faking to take a break. Whitaker thinks he might be talking to a relative, parent or sibling. Javadi thinks … Well, she isn’t quite sure what to think. But she doesn’t think its what Santos or Whitaker’s thinking.

So when a gorgeous woman strolled into the department, beelining towards the charge nurse with a smile, they were confused to say the least. You seemed to be friendly and familiar with Dana, greeting each other like old friends. 

The med student and two residents share subtle looks, watching the interaction. 

“Is my husband around?” You asked Dana, glancing around to see if he was nearby. It was never predictable where he might be. It’s not uncommon for him to not answer his phone when he works and you don’t blame him. It’s understandable. But it’s rare for you to show up at the department, that usually means it’s important.

The three watching noticed your eyes wandering, quickly busying themselves. Santos and Javadi looked at the same computer, as if they were reading results together. While Whitaker fumbled with the chart he’d picked up. The two women look at him in disbelief and annoyance. Smooth. 

“Trauma one. He’s in a mood.” Dana pre warned you, giving you a knowing look. You weren’t surprised by the fact, very aware how moody Robby can be when he’s stressed. 

“Not surprising.” You huffed out a dry laugh. “When isn’t he?”

“True that.” The charge nurse hiffs, knowing you'd understand more than anyone. But you’re able to diffuse him unlike anyone else. 

“Alright if I hang around?” You asked, knowing the answer but much preferring to be sure instead of assuming. 

“Of course.” Dana assured you, well aware you don’t like to presume but instead hear directly. Everyday is different in the ED. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just Levi.” You explained, not details but enough for her to understand that something had happened. Your son could get into his own mess these days, he’s 22 and at college, figuring out his life. Didn’t mean he didn’t avoid doing dumb shit. 

Before Dana could respond, her mouth hanging open before shutting as a painstakingly familiar voice rang out. 

“What’re you doing here?” You heard your husband’s gruff voice, head turning as he wandered up beside you. He pressed a kiss to your head before his eyes returned to your face. Concern was etched across his features, worried that something was wrong. You didn’t show up here without a reason. 

Javadi tried to not look invested but she was, Robby was married? Santos and Whitaker thinking the same thing. And this woman is his wife? No way. That can’t be right. 

“Your son decided that getting drunk and running around campus was a good idea.” You informed him dryly. This is the second time you've talked about this. Not that you were angry but more annoyed. You had to leave work, because Robby couldn’t, to go and get him from the police station by his campus. “Naked.”

“Why is he always my son when he does something stupid?” Robby inquired in disbelief before shaking his head immediately. It was too early for this, barely 8:30am.  “Actually, don’t answer that.”

He knew that if either of you had passed the doing something dumb gene, it was him. He had never done something quite like that but he was the more reckless between the two of you. He didn’t need to have his workplace hear about some of the dumb things he’s done in his 20s. 

Levi isn't a bad kid. Just tends to do dumb things.

Javadi, Whitaker and Santos all shared glances in utter shock. This man has a son? A kid? No way. They don't believe they’d heard this correctly. 

“Anyways. He’s alright. But he called Jack who called me.”

“Fuck.” Your husband signed, hanging his head low before looking back at you. “You going to get him?”

He gave you a look that said you gonna go or… not to rush you out but instead to figure out why you were hanging around with your shared son behind local station bars. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, pausing before you explained absentmindedly. “Letting him sweat a bit.”

“You’re evil.” He commented dryly. 

“It’s why you married me.” You grinned. 

He huffed a soft yet dry laugh. He won’t even deny it. Your nature was one of the many reasons he’d fallen inlove with you in the first place. He knows how incredible of a mother you are. He’s cherished raising children with you. He’d never seen you so soft and loving. He sometimes still found it hard to believe you had married and had kids with him. 

But he was aware that you weren’t going to let this stint slide. 

“That’s why you’re here?” He quizzed, almost a little amused, though pissed that his son had done something so stupid. This would be something you two would discuss with him later. 

“Partially. But thought I'd tell you before Jack blabs at shiftchange.” You answered, not going to have spoken to him later about this. It was too important. And you knew Jack would’ve let him know this evening. Better if it comes from you. 

Jack has been a staple in your kids' lives since he’d met Robby years ago. When Robby had started working at PTMC as an attending, you’d been pregnant with your second child. When Jack had joined a few years later, your kids were 8 and 6 at the time. He’d immediately grown attached, loving them like they were his own. They adored him, not having a day without him since (minus when he’d been in the army and deployed). 

As much as he loves them, he made it clear he wouldn’t keep things from you and Robby. Especially when it’s important. He loved them. But he loves you both too. All of you are like his family. He wasn’t going to lie. 

“Good thinking.” He nodded, appreciative you’d told him instead of letting him be blindsited later. 

“I’ll head out.” You said, wanting to get this whole thing sorted and just get back home. Not like you’d go back to the office. Thankfully your appointments were all via zoom today, it helped. “Hopefully won’t take too long but i’ll let you know.”

“Alright, thanks.” Robby replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was something he always did when you’d separate for the day. “See you after work.”

“I love you.” You said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you, honey.”

You waved goodbye to him and Dana, turning back around and heading back to your car. 

“You’re married?” Santos blurted in disbelief, unable to keep it in. Whitaker nudged her with his elbow in panic, she should not have said that. 

He looks over at her, pulling the chain out from under his undershirt. The chain dangled with a gold band hanging from it. His wedding ring. “26 years.” 

He doesn’t hide he’s married. He just doesn’t find himself needing to share that information unwarranted. He loves his wife and kids but he prefers to keep his family outside of the workplace. So if he’s not prompted, he doesn't talk about them. 

“How… when … what?” Santos stammered, in disbelief he’s been married. To you. For 26 years. 

“You didn’t know?” Langdon quizzed the three as he wandered to the desk, amused at their shocked expressions.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the same way when you found out.” Dana mused, shooting Langdon a knowing look. 

He can’t even deny it. When he discovered his attending’s long-lasting marriage, he was shocked. The man didn’t seem emotionally capable. But must've been wrong. He’s grown to know that over the last few years when he’d seen you two interact. 

Robby is a man inlove. 

“How’d you meet?” Javadi mustered up the courage to ask, curious to hear how you’d met. Especially since you’d been married for so long. 

Robby huffed a laugh at the memory, recalling the evening you’d met. It was forever seared into his memory.

1995.

Robby was out with a couple of his med school classmates for a rare night out between rotations. Being a MS3 was intense, going from classroom to real direct-contact work with patients. 

The four of them were mostly sharing how their recent rotation had been. They’d all been put into different specialties. Paediatrics, orthopaedics, cardiology and gastroenterology. 

He was mid laugh when his eyes glanced over the room, eyes locking on you. It felt like his breath had been pulled from his lungs. 

You were out with friends for a monthly catch up. Since you’d both graduated and begun your career’s, you rarely get to spend time together. The two of you made it a point to organise a once a month where you’re both free to catch up in person. Talking on the phone can only do so much for a friendship sometimes. 

The two of you were chatting, discussing recent events in your lives. She was halfway through telling you about an incident at her new job. 

“God, can you believe it?” She said in disbelieving scoff. “I mean, who in their right mind thinks that it’s okay to show up drunk and deny the whole thing, it's just dumb to try and gaslight your boss.”

“That’s so fucked. Please tell me he was fired. Or at least suspended.” You said in disgust, already hating whoever this guy was.

“I wish.” Your friend shook her head in annoyance. She went to take a sip of her drink, to realise it was empty. “But I will say that I need another drink.”

“I’ll get some.” You said as you stood up with a chuckle, grabbing your wallet. Though you gave her a playfully pointed look. “Don’t venture anywhere.”

“No promises.” she teased, though not really planning to go anywhere. She was the type to just wander away without prompt. But honestly, so are you. She’s just worse than you, especially when intoxicated. 

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the tease, but accepted it. It's normal for the two of you, the teasing. But you do hope she won’t venture far if she decides to. 

You made your way to the bar, sliding up between a tall man and a woman, there being a gap. They weren’t interacting so you took it as a safe spot to choose. It didn’t take long for the bartender to make it to you, barely 30 seconds.

“What can I get for ya?” He asked, leaning forward slightly to make sure he could hear you. It wasn’t too loud but to be safe. 

“Vodka lemonade and a vodka coke please.” You asked kindly, always making sure to be nice to staff. He nodded and got to making the drinks.

Robby glanced down at you when he heard the honeyed voice. Oh shit. It’s you. He made an effort not to stare at you from a distance when he’d noticed you earlier. He’s not shy but he respects you’d been with a friend and he’d been with his. He barely noticed the bartender he’s spoken to before, placing the beers he’d asked for in front of him. 

“Thanks.” He said to the guy but he made no effort to move. He glanced down at you again, at the same time your eyes had flickered up to him. You gave him a smile before looking back ahead of you, eyes seemingly glancing around behind the bar. 

Robby’s attention went back to the bartender as he dug out a few bills and handed them over. He gestured with his head towards you besides him. “Her’s too.”

The bartender nodded, not really having much of a thought as he put the money through, conversing with the other bartender for what you’d asked for to figure out the total cost. 

Your head had snapped up towards him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. You’ve had guys offer to buy you drinks, your friend too. Though never had been quite as forward as this. 

“That’s awfully nice of you.” You commented dryly, looking up at him. You were a little suspicious. But you can't help but think of how gorgeous he is. It’s not actually fair. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He said honestly, offering you a grin that made your heart skip a beat. Fuck this guy. 

“But it got you talking to me.” He added a beat later, that breathtaking grin widening a smidge. 

“Ah, so that was your plan, huh?”

“No, kinda just happened in the moment.” He said with a shrug, grin not faltering. It wasn't a total lie. He had been thinking about ways he could start a conversation with you. He normally can do without ease. But you’d made him throw away the idea of using shitty pickup lines. 

“In the moment.” You chuckled, a grin of your own forming. Somehow you could tell it wasn’t a complete lie, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth. For not, you wouldn’t question it. As gorgeous as he is, you didn’t plan on hanging around long. You had your friend to get back to. 

“That hard to believe?” He teased, having noted you seemed to be somewhat amused. 

“Nope, but you can’t tell me you don’t already have a list of pick-up lines ready to go.” You joked, but half-meaning it. He was unfairly attractive and you’re sure he knew it. No doubt he could easily get a girl’s attention. 

The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Thanking him, you turned back to the man you’d been interacting with. 

“You got me.” He chuckled, not going to deny it. “But they don’t seem like something you’d be interested in”

“Now that's a line.” You laughed, grin turning into a genuine smile. 

That smile? That nearly stopped his heart. 

“Maybe it is.” He said with a light laugh, not denying but not having intended on it being that way. But really, anything to make sure you kept smiling like that. He leant his head slightly forward towards you, speaking in a conspiratorial murmur. “Did it work?”

“I’m not at liberty to answer that.” You chuckled, unwilling to admit that maybe it was. It might just be his pretty face. But you weren’t immune. 

“Besides, I have my friend to get back to.” You added, gesturing over to your friend. When your eyes landed on her, she seemed to be occupied with a guy. The two close together as they seemed in deep conversation. Good for her.

“Ah, that's one of mine.” he chuckled, eyes having followed where you’d directed and seeing it was one of his friends with your friend. He hadn’t quite anticipated his friend chatting with yours. But it certainly seemed to work in his favour here so he won’t complain. 

“Yeah?” You quizzed but weren’t completely convinced he hadn’t coordinated that. 

“Not my doing. Promise." He chuckled, raising his hands in faux-defence, sensing you thought it may have been. He meant it, genuinely not having a single thing to do with the situation. But he thought of it as good luck. 

Your eyes drifted back to him, eyebrows raised. You looked at him for a few beats before grabbing your friend's drink and one of his beers. “Don’t move.”

He didn’t say anything as you left him, and your own drink. Not a smart move but it hadn’t even occurred to you in the moment. You made your way back to the table your friend was at, placing the drinks down in front of her and her guest. You subtly winked at her before you turned back and headed towards the drink and man you’d left.

As you slid back besides him, he felt elated. He hadn’t felt this excited to just talk to a woman in well … ever. 

“Gonna tell me your name or am i gonna have to guess?”

“Michael. But you can call me Robby.”

“I don’t see how that correlates.” You mused, raising an eyebrow at him. You don't exactly see how those names worked together. Robby? You think Robert. 

“Robinavitch.” he explained with a chuckle, eyes dazzling. 

“Ah, gotcha.” You nodded with another light chuckle. Last name. You told him your name in return. 

He repeated your name, letting it roll off of his tongue. He liked it. It was your name after all. 

The two of you converesed. You discussed your lives, work, study, friends, hobbies. You discovered he was a third year med student, just completing a rotation in cardiology. He mentioned he liked the idea of emergency, wanting to help people at the hardest point of their lives. You respected it, understood it even. You were hanging onto every word he spoke, enjoying the words rolling off his lips and interested in what he was saying. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

He discovered you had graduated with a bachelor of psychology last year, now practising as such as you worked on completing your masters of clinical psychology. You explained how you want to conduct cognitive clinical assessments for patients who think they might have ADHD, autism and anything else that might support patients understand what is going on inside their brains. You didn’t go into details but you had admitted you’d had your own struggles with mental health. That being a huge part of wanting to support others with theirs. You wanted to work in a few areas of psychology, he had gathered. 

You two spoke for hours. Literally hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. You joked, had serious topics at hand and discussed absolutely anything either of you could think of. 

You checked the time on the wall with a glance, realising it was nearing 12am. God, you’d been talking to him since about 9, knowing you’d been here since at least 8 when you and your friend had arrived. Neither of you even touched your drinks, both just sitting there useless. 

“Not to cut this short…” You said with a light huff as you got up from the seat you’d been on. Eventually the two of you had drifted to an empty table, finding it more comfortable to be seated as you chatted. But he would’ve happily stood there in discomfort if he got to hear your voice. Not that he’d admit that. “...but I should go, it's nearly 12.”

He looked at the clock as you spoke, eyes widening in surprise. It had been 3 hours? That’s how long he’d been talking to you. It felt like it had been 30 minutes. His eyes drifted back to you, not going to argue. He should probably find out if his friends are still here or not. You’d both noticed yours and his friend leaving earlier, so you didn’t need to worry about her being alone. 

“Yeah, it was great talking to you.” He said with a soft smile. He was disappointed you were leaving but he understood. And he wasn’t going to make assumptions. Not with you. Other women he may have made some sort of line, getting them to go home with him or vice versa to never see them again the next day. But he didn’t want to do that with you. 

“You too.” You replied with a smile of your own. “Bye, Michael.”

“Bye.” He smiled, his lips tugging wider at the use of his first name. Not his nickname. But his name. He watched as you waved and made your exit, eyes trailing you as you walking out the front door. He let out a small sigh, disappointed you were gone. He realised a moment later that he hadn’t even asked for your number. The thought slipped. Likely to avoid the anxiety. He;d never been anxious to ask a girl for her number before. 

Meanwhile, the cold air was a welcomed slap to the face from the heat of inside the bar. It was soothing. But you couldn’t help the disappointment you felt. You had really begun to like him. You’d spoken for hours. Not like you’d spilled your entire life story. But still, you thought something was there. Something you hadn’t felt before. Not with your exes. 

You became annoyed. Had he not felt that? Or did he? Either way, he didn’t ask for any form of contact details for you. 

With a huff, you turned back inside and marched towards him. 

Robby was shocked when he saw your figure storming towards him. He had just stood up to go in search for his friends. 

“Okay. We have something. There’s this … this… I don't know … spark. It's there.” You ranted, eyes wide as you looked up at him. You wished you could blame it on the alcohol because this was not something you did. But you couldn’t help but blurt this at him. You can be embarrassed later. “We’ve been talking for hours. Literal hours. And you don’t ask for my number? Seriously? What the fuck?!”

His eyes were wide in shock as you spoke before softening. He hadn't exactly anticipated you running back to tell him off. It was hot. A soft grin tugged at his lips at each word you said. 

“What?” You asked him in annoyance, arms now crossed over your chest. 

“Is it too late to ask for your number?” He questioned, a hint of tease mixed in the hope in his voice. He had wanted to ask but had been caught off guard by you leaving. He was nervous at the prospect. What if you’d said no? That’d have just about broken his heart. 

“You’re asking now?” You asked dryly. “Because I yelled at you?”

“First, you didn't yell. You firmly stated your annoyance.” He corrected genuinely but firmly  “second, i wanted to but i got nervous.”

“Nervous?” you quizzed, not quite believing that. He hadn’t been nervous the entire time you’d spoken to him. Not openly anyways. 

“Yeah. Nervous.” He admitted without shame. “Beautiful girl I've been talking to all night rejects me? That's nerve-wrecking.”

“Enough with the lines.” You responded dryly. He hadn’t really given you lines but that didn’t automatically exclude him from going to use them. 

“Not a line. I'm serious.” Robby said, sincerity seeping through his voice. His eyes didn’t leave yours. He wanted you to know he wasn’t trying to be smooth. Just honest. 

You stared at him for a few moments, debating if you could trust it. He sounded painfully sincere. You don’t think you can fake this kind of honestly. 

“Still want my number?”

Present. 

“I love her.” Javadi rushed out immediately, then flushing with embarrassment as she realised she said that outloud. Her hand covered her mouth in shock at her own words. 

Robby just chuckled, which surprised her and the two residents. 

“She’s incredible.” He commented fondly. His mind reeled with thoughts of you. Both from recent years and the early times of your relationship. 

“Careful, you’re sounding human.” Dana joked, though she had grown fond of the dynamic between you and the attending. He was practically a different person with you. Your kids too. 

“Don’t let my daughter hear that, she’ll use it against me.” He joked back, having broken out of his thoughts and preferring the humour based dynamic in the workplace. He didn’t need to be vulnerable here. Not about his family.

Before anyone could respond, he headed off. Intending to see a patient, check in to see how his residents are doing. But he’d instead slowed his moments and pulled out his phone, pulling up your text chain.  

Husband <3: if he claims he was dared, you’re going to let me eat you out Wife: if he says that he’s made a mistake and won’t do it again, you’ll eat me out Husband <3: deal

“I’m sorry … DAUGHTER?!” 

He heard the disbelief of his resident, ignoring the question and instead pocketing his phone continuing on his day. He’s the chief attending here. At home? He’s just a man who’s obsessed with his wife.

© queensinxs 2026.

[toxicgetou]

Reader was in love with Michael, but he made it clear it was nothing more than sex. At some point, he absolutely shatters her heart.

Years later, there’s a new doctor at the Pitt. Everyone jokes that he’s like a younger, hotter Robby. It never bothers Robby, he actually really likes the guy.

They all know he’s very happily married. He’s always talking about his amazing wife and kids.

One day, Reader rushes in because one of the kids is hurt. Robby is completely thrown seeing her again. He’s never forgotten her.

But then her husband rushes past him from another room.

And for the rest of the night, Robby is forced to watch this young doctor live the life he once could have had. The life he chose to lose when he broke your heart.

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader

John Carter x Reader

WC: 1.02K

Warnings: angst with no comfort for michael, description of a seizure and probably medically inaccurate descriptions, i have not watched er so john is very out of character, really bad english

Notes: hello! i am really sorry for the delay in responding to your request, i just got back from a trip and the draft was on my computer at home, i hope you like it and do not mind that i included dr carter

“Why do you think I would be with someone like you?” is what Michael told you years ago when he broke your heart “Isn’t casual sex about sleeping with the hottest person you can find? I just found someone better, go do the same!”

And now years later he sees you walking into his emergency room.

‘Robby Jr’ was what John Carter had been called since he was hired to join the ER team, he was a younger and less traumatized version of the older man. Many might have been bothered by the comments, but Michael didn’t mind and genuinely liked the younger man and could even say he felt honored to be ‘compared’ to such a competent doctor.

However there was a striking difference between the two, while Dr Robinavitch had seven week cases Dr Carter was very happily married and had a child and everyone knew it since John couldn’t stop talking about his wife and his boy for a single shift. He talked to the doctors, the nurses, the patients and anyone nearby. Some were already fed up, but Robby always listened and liked seeing how Carter was extremely happy outside the ER.

John was the best at dealing with children because in his words “I imagine it’s my son there”, Michael never failed to give the younger doctor a pat on the shoulder as a silent compliment after a more intense pediatric case. Dr Carter was also the most pursued man in the ER, and Robby was old enough to have seen countless doctors cheating on their wives there but the younger one was very faithful and as soon as he noticed any sign of flirting he would pass the case along so as not to embarrass the patient and not to give a one hour speech about how much he loved his wife.

No one had ever met his little family, but he had confirmed their presence at the annual day shift barbecue, so everyone would finally be able to put faces to the people he talked about daily.

However the meeting was brought forward today when you Mrs Carter walked in with your son in your arms while he was convulsing.

Michael was taking off his gloves after a trauma when he saw you, you were shaking and crying while holding a boy in your arms who was clearly having spasms. Eight years had passed since the last time you saw each other, when he was immature and cruel and dismissed you as if you were nothing, when in reality you were everything. Mohan and McKay were already by your side as they placed the child on a stretcher.

“Trauma one clear” Dana shouted as she left the nurses station and headed toward you to try to calm you down, even from a distance Robby could see your panic as your eyes scanned the ER as if you were looking for someone.

“You were great back there man” John said smiling, he had helped with the car accident case and was leaving Trauma Two after updating the chart so surgery would be aware of everything that had happened during stabilization. Michael didn’t respond which made the younger man frown, so he followed the older doctor’s gaze finding the last person he wanted to see in that hospital, he moved before he realized he was doing it.

You sobbed and unsuccessfully tried to explain what had happened to the head nurse when Carter appeared at your side, a loud tearful breath left your throat when you noticed your husband’s presence.

“Hey what happened?” he asked as he hugged you trying to comfort you and realization lit up Dana’s eyes. You opened your mouth but couldn’t say anything, it felt like your voice didn’t work, the tears came back stronger. The grip of the hug tightened.

“If I’m not making assumptions about your relationship I think your son may have had a seizure” the older woman said gently “But I think it was just a scare and we won’t have any lasting effects” the platinum haired woman finished noticing how you had started to breathe better.

“It’s going to be okay my love!” your husband said without letting you go.

Inside the room your son was fortunately stabilized and would be taken to an observation bed, Samira explained the situation as a normal event during the heat wave but that they should investigate so it wouldn’t happen again. It didn’t take long for Doug to be awake and full of energy.

Michael was avoiding like a plague the news that the Carter family was in the ER. For the first time that shameful feeling of envy and jealousy hit him, not knowing anything about you was better than knowing you were married and loving a good man. A man like John.

He didn’t want you to see him, however Carter made that impossible when he asked him to check the four year old boy before discharge. The older man walked into the ward and your eyes met, your eyes widened but you said nothing. But worse than your silence was the indifference, there was no hurt, anger or… love. Just the surprise of seeing him and nothing more.

He greeted your son who behaved calmly during the exam and Robby should have been a better doctor since his attention kept drifting to you the whole time, and you didn’t even bother to look at him. Your eyes, which now held love and concern, were directed only at your son and your husband, John Carter.

[grimgasm]

trenches, i’m in them 🩷

[comingaback]

mind you this is what they looked like in med school together…

med school rabbot before the pitt has me in a chokehold. i never want it to let me go.