THE JOB THAT KEEPS ON GIVING.

i love you. thank you. i forgive you. please forgive me.

[s1syphushappy]

ONE MUST IMAGINE SISYPHUS HAPPY. a writing blog for dr. michael robinovich, aka DR ROBBY, from the 2025 show the pitt. written by kc. more information below.

hi! i'm kc, i'm 25, she/they pronouns. i'm gonna keep things simple on this blog.

the basic rules:

please be nice. im autistic, so i just ask that ppl keep that in mind when interacting w/ me.

if we're gonna ship, i like to discuss it a lil first! just to be on the same page. but i love to ship. and robby is bi bi bi.

this blog is going to be very lowkey as i'm sure you can already tell. if you ever have questions or need more info, please feel free to ask.

i don't write smut personally but i'm fine w/ discussing those topics. i don't have any personal triggers but i do ask that you tag real world politics. if we're gonna write something triggering, please ask first just in case! i try to do the same for others.

this might get updated but idk what else to say im very chill and just here to have fun ok love u guys

the basics about robby

dr robby is an er physician who basically runs the emergency room of the pittsburg hospital (often referred to as the pitt). he's a good doctor, and he cares about people. very smart, very cool, very dad energy.

idk his exact age, but noah wyle (who plays him) is 53, so we'll assume late forties to early fifties and go with that.

there is still a lot for us all to learn about robby's upbringing, but he lived with his grandmother for a while, and tends to be closed off. so yeah, probably some trauma there.

he has been a doctor for a long time, and worked through the covid pandemic. he lost his mentor figure to covid, and was the one in charge of his case at the time. he has a lot of unresolved trauma relating to this.

if there's one thing robby loves, it's not dealing with his feelings.

overall he's a p simple character. this is also me telling you to watch the pitt if you haven't

[s1syphushappy]

might work on queuing some stuff but for the most part i'll be on my oc blog, @dumbthink !! i'd love to write with u all there as well

[s1syphushappy]

might work on queuing some stuff but for the most part i'll be on my oc blog, @dumbthink !! i'd love to write with u all there as well

[dumbthink2]

I'VE BEEN PERFORMING WHO I THOUGHT I SHOULD BE MY ENTIRE LIFE. i don't think i know who i am anymore.

[s1syphushappy]

[s1syphushappy]

OPEN.

a hand will go to their shoulder, and his eyes soften. “hey, it’s alright. don’t be so hard on yourself.” his voice still has a bit of gruffness to it, but he can never erase it entirely. “talk to me.”

[mcflymemes]

VULNERABLE CONFESSION PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

it's been a long time since i did anything like this.

be honest with me.

i have something to tell you.

do you have a second to talk?

i've never said it outloud.

you shouldn't feel ashamed.

you are destined for greater things.

i don't remember anything about my parents.

i think i deserve the truth.

how long have you known?

i can't believe i trusted you.

you should have told me from the start.

i won't judge you, no matter what you say.

i'm not sure how to do this.

i owe you an explanation.

you don't have to hide this any longer.

when was the last time someone held you?

i've never been kissed.

i've been alone all my life.

this feels weird to me.

it will feel better if you tell me.

you are the only one who can save us.

you should know the truth.

i'm not ready to do this.

no one's ever really loved me.

i was kept in the dark all my life.

i don't know what love feels like.

tell me the truth. it's okay.

take your time with this. it must be very hard on you.

my parents died when i was very young.

i should tell you the truth.

there's no shame in this.

i can't believe i never knew.

i'm sorry, but i don't believe you.

i can't do this.

are you sitting down?

you are the chosen one.

it's safer if you never know the truth.

this never should have happened.

i regret everything.

i've never been with anyone before.

there's something i should have told you a long time ago.

i'm afraid of heights.

they thought you'd be better off not knowing.

you should have told me.

you were hiding this from me?

don't laugh when i tell you, all right? promise?

you've been kept in the dark for far too long.

you're the first person i've told.

so? what do you think?

maybe it was silly to hide that.

i didn't feel comfortable telling you.

they deserve to know.

what happens now?

you'll want to sit down for this.

you will save us from this evil.

i should have listened to you.

you'll have to teach me. i'm new to this.

i don't have much experience.

they didn't want you to know.

i never knew them.

i don't even know my own name.

everything you've been told is a lie.

i'm not ready for that.

will it always be like this?

i've been hiding this from you.

i didn't want you to know.

there are more pressing matters to attend to.

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it feels like my brain is chugging along, struggling to keep up with the conversation. it's barely even a conversation. robby's bisexual apparently, which is fine, but for some reason that new knowledge is making me feel fidgety. "bisexual, huh? okay, yeah." i can't seem to get myself to shut up or say anything important, just fumbling over my words with a shocked expression etched onto my face. this was fucking embarrassing and i don't even know why. there's this warmth that's starting to build in my chest, kind of like how i felt when i had gone on my first date with abby back in the day. i take another sip of coffee and blame the heat on the beverage instead of looking at it any closer.

"you don't have to like ... warn me. it's fine." i struggle to cover up for my honestly pathetic response to robby coming out to me. then he's mentioning work and how everyone talks, but then he's mentioning abbot and my brows knit together. "sorry ... everything with abbot?" yeah he told me to take deep breaths, and i normally would have listened to his advice but my mind was fucking reeling. if everyone talked they sure as shit didn't talk to me! at least not about this. "jesus christ robby, were you and abbot a thing?" i actually laugh a little bit, shaking my head from side to side. i pause, smirking a little bit behind the coffee mug in my hands. "actually, that does explain why you and him are so ..." my free hand makes a vague gesture, trying to figure out how to word it. "... close."

[s1syphushappy]

"okay, do not do that gesture." i say, face scrunched up and a hand going out, but there's no malice to be found. my cheeks still burn a little bit at the thought of how public everything about us was back when we were together, but at least there's comfort to be found in the part that the world of the pitt is moving on from it. maybe one day i will too.

another sip of my coffee, finally, as an excuse to not have to say something for another moment or two. "we're close because we both work together. in hell." a joke, though, i'm sure frank doesn't think of it as hell now that he can't get there. that's going to be a rude awakening. "...you really didn't have like, any idea?" there's a hint of a smile at the edge of my lips.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM RANDOM LYRICS BY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS *  assorted lyrics from the mountain goats songs, originally created by my friend monk and reposted with permission, adjust as necessary

i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me.

people say friends don’t destroy one another. what do they know about friends?

woke up afraid of my own shadow. like genuinely afraid.

headed for the pawnshop to buy myself a switchblade.

i feel guilty but i can’t feel ashamed.

it’s okay to find the faith to saunter forward.

lord send me a mechanic if i’m not beyond repair.

there’s bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet no matter where you live.

there’s gonna come a day when you feel better.

i’m gonna bribe the officials, i’m gonna kill all the judges.

it’s gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage.

our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises, we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong.

i hope when you think of me years down the line you can’t find one good thing to say.

i hope that if i found the strength to walk out you’d stay the hell out of my way.

i am drowning, there is no sign of land.

you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand.

i hope you die. i hope we both die.

cling to my convictions even when i get hurt.

but i’ve tried the losing side, i don’t wanna die in here.

you found my breaking point. congratulations.

spent too much of my life now trying to play fair.

i’m walking out of here in one piece, don’t care what comes after.

do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive.

some things you do just to see how bad they’ll make you feel.

some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes.

mistreat your altar boys long enough and this is what you get.

a tiger’s never going to change its stripes.

too long i’ve let my self respect stand in my way.

you can stand up, you can run. you and i both know what you’ve done.

i will carry you home in my teeth.

spat out my morning prayers. desperate pleas and vicious lies.

there are no pan-asian supermarkets down in hell.

feast when you can, and dream when there's nothing to feast on.

the most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again.

i am not this body that imprisons me.

look hard at my stripes, there’ll be no more after me.

sing for the damage we’ve done and the worse things that we’ll do.

i know you’d kill me if you could stand the sight of blood.

i can see the future, it’s a real dark place.

i’m doing this for revenge.

john rambo never went to vietnam.

i am healthy, i am whole. but i have poor impulse control.

i wanna go home, but i am home.

i’m going to get my perfect body back someday.

if not by faith then by the sword i’m going to be restored.

and i can't think of one thing in this whole wide blessed world that's more dangerous and frightening than you when you get bored.

i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.

i am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that i do.

you’re the last best thing i’ve got going.

so i follow you down your twisting alleyways, find a few cul-de-sacs of my own.

there’s only one place this road ever ends up and i don’t wanna die alone.

wake up sixty minutes after my head hits the pillow. i can’t live like this.

believe in your heart and confess with your lips. surely you will be saved one day.

wait as long as i have to for good news.

a kind and loving god won’t let my small ship run aground.

no one hopes to hear the bagman call.

no friends closer than the ones we lost.

no greater love than to lay my life down for a friend.

look high: it’s my last hope!

i need justice in my life, here it comes.

i’ve been told it’s real sweet to grow old.

i don’t mean it when i tell you “i don’t love you anymore”.

what’ll i do when i don’t have you? when i finally get what i deserve?

you can’t give me back what you’ve taken. but you can give me something that’s almost as good.

look at the person i’ve turned into. tell me, how do you like him now?

i am right where you want me. do what you brought me out here for.

you can arm me to the teeth, you can’t make me go to war.

i’m under no illusion as to what i meant to you.

but you made an impression. sometimes i still feel the bruise.

[s1syphushappy]

love the fact that Robby cannot hide what he is feeling on his face like. yes he’s having a bad day in the season we see but I personally just think he kinda wears his emotions on his sleeve. so

[s1syphushappy]

rediscovered the queue so I might start using that tonight B)

[s1syphushappy]

he’s so autism right here

[s1syphushappy]

hello I’m here and thinking abt old man yaoi (Robby/abbot)

[s1syphushappy]

OPEN.

he's brought coffee. no, he hasn't put anything in it, but he did steal a few sugar packets he's got in his pocket. along with that, a granola bar. "here." no, he's not asking, they're practically shoved at the other.

[s1syphushappy]

Robby needing a weighted blanket to sleep okay….. and a heavy one too

[s1syphushappy]

this is me talking abt robby/abbot. because of course.

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"i'm telling you, man ... you haven't had a proper cup of coffee until you've tried this." robby's in my apartment and i'm nervous but surprisingly i'm not twitchy. i've got something to do with my hands, focusing on the task at hand ... finally making robby a good cup of coffee. the water had just finished boiling, i'm hunched over the counter, carefully pouring water over the freshly ground beans in the pour over. it's a routine, simple and consistent. i've come to appreciate proper coffee recently. at one point i just poured a shitload of sugar into it and slugged it down. but this routine ... it's what keeps me cool headed in the morning, helps keep the racing thoughts at bay while i get ready for work. my fucking therapist said i needed to find hobbies or whatever, so i fell back into my love of coffee. i'd been running more, too ... doing whatever i can to keep my head above water.

it's the first time robby's been to my place. my ridiculously bland place. i'd moved in a couple months ago, tanner and haley have even been here a few times but the only real sign of life was dixie sleeping soundly in her bed positioned at the corner of the living room. i was fucking nervous for some reason. things were still a bit ... tense from time to time since i'd been allowed to reenter the pitt. i was talking to my therapist about that too. the asshole encouraged me to talk to robby more, invite him over. and now he's sitting on a bar stool in my tiny kitchen, silence hanging between us as i focus on the task at hand. once the carafe is full i pour one mug for him and one for me. i slide his mug towards him across the counter, and robby decides to break the silence.

robby ( @s1syphushappy ) said : yeah, this guy i dated back in medical school was really into his coffee. had a whole routine, like you do.

i'm happy i hadn't taken a sip of coffee yet, because i'm pretty sure i would've choked on it. instead i choke on some air, an awkward cough coming out of my lips as i look at robby with raised brows and wide eyes. "you ... huh?" okay, right, get your shit together frank. robby had dated a guy back in med school, that's super normal and does not warrant this kind of a response. but i'm still stuttering over my words a little, eyes focused on him as i try my best to read his expression. he sounds so fucking casual about it.

"you're ... gay?" i'm not being judgemental, i'm really not. this new fact is just causing my mind to race a little here. robby liked men. he had dated a man in the past. who knows, might have dated more than just one guy. i click my tongue, raising my mug to my lips. "cool, cool." i blow across the surface, taking a sip just because i have to do something. i fucking burnt my mouth. "didn't realize you uh ... were into dudes." yeah, i'll bring this up to my therapist at this weeks session.

[s1syphushappy]

it really wasn't meant to be some sort of a coming out. as i've gotten older, it's the kind of thing that i've stopped doing as much. less people come in and out of my life these days, and it's just something that doesn't really come up the same way that it used to. after all, most of the people around me just know. and considering the kind of hospital we both work at, (worked? work), i figured word had spread to frank.

"i think the right word would be bisexual, but yeah, i am... into dudes." there's a hint of a laugh as i finally bring the drink to my lips. and the thing is, it's good coffee. it's in an entirely different solar system from the half burnt stuff we have at work, but... well, this just isn't quite as nostalgic as that.

but holy fuck it's good coffee.

"sorry, would've warned you. everyone at work just talks so much, i mean, after everything with abbot..." i trail off. it had been a while, but that didn't stop dana from having stories. god, it didn't stop abbot from having stories. yikes. "deep breaths, alright?"