#dr robinavitch

[alexisneverokay]

hc that robby smacks dennis's ass all the time- like, numerous times a day. usually when they're at home, but he'll manage at work too. any time he's behind dennis? he's smacking it. dennis has a nice, round, jiggly ass- it would be rude not to.

dennis in return decides to start smacking robby's ass. however, the first time he tries it, he realises that robby's ass is as flat as a plank. he's basically smacking bone, rather than plump flesh like he has. after a few shocked moments where the two men stare at each other and marvel at just how nonexistent robby's ass really is, dennis comes up with a solution.

he'll smack robby's nice round belly instead.

[smikisss]

Dennis wearing his man's old olympic jersey💖

[alexisneverokay]

I think a lot about robby who arrives home from his sabbatical early, several weeks early, and not in a good way. he's had enough, he's reached his last straw and just about managed to get home before he made bad decisions on the roads, and now he's breaking down. he's too far gone, too downtrodden and too tired to care that dennis is still in his house when he gets back.

he collapses and sobs until he gags, he cries and he hits things, denting the wall in places and smashing a glass all over the kitchen tile. he sees dennis there, standing close and looking upset, in the corner of his eye as he falls to pieces. if he had the capacity, he'd feel remorseful that he's putting his favourite intern through this, that such a kind and pretty boy was having to see him crash and burn in the worst way possible. but he doesn't have the strength.

he mourns the fact that dennis will surely run, take his leave, report his lack of stability to the hospital. his grief at losing this young man in his life only adds to his cries and his anger and his upset, and he ends up curled in a ball and catatonic, gasping for air as he spasms from all the crying. it's left him dehydrated and with a migraine, and eventually he passes out on the hardwood floor. he can see a blurry image of dennis's feet in his vision as he blacks out, and he hates that that's the last he'll ever see of the boy. he's ruined every last thing.

he wakes up fourteen hours later, confused and weak. he's exhausted from the sobs and his hands ache from the bruises from his destruction of the wall. he doesn't understand how he's in his bed or how his jacket is gone, or how his knuckles have been cleaned and bandaged. there's water and painkillers on the side table, and the mess has been cleared up.

there's a knock on the door after a while, and robby's eyes widen and he's frozen when dennis walks through the door. he looks a little tired, but he's dressed comfortably and holds warm toast and soup on a tray. he smiles at robby, and its a sad smile.

robby can't help but feel tears blur his eyes again, reasoning with the fact that dennis saw it all- saw him screaming and swearing and punching, saw him sobbing until he couldn't breathe and passed out, saw him so unbearably ugly, and stayed. he didn't run and tell or judge. he tucked robby into bed, treated his wounds, and cooked him warm food.

for some reason, dennis had decided that he was worth staying for. robby didn't know if he could ever be deserving of that gift.

[moonvanillabunny]

Wanna sit on a bulge so bad rn

[plushglamchica]

Deer robby

Deer robby again but drawn differently ! I personally see him as a chital deer😇 his anatomy does look weird and his body looks kinda small please ignore that...

[rabb1tt6]

You met Robby at a library and you’ve been book buddies since. When he’s away he likes to send pics of the books he reads and you like doing the same.

[alexisneverokay]

today I learned noah wyle speaks spanish

[purpleandredlavalamps]

you have a secret relationship with Dr Robby... ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

[age gap, big bicep Michael, fem!reader - no physical description, reader is a resident] yall!!!!! i need him. badly, urgently, incandescently. {i listened to suki waterhouse's new album whilst writing this btw}

'Oops!':

you sip on the tea that Michael made you, humming lowly to the music flowing through the house, tapping your feet on his leg. you finally have a day where you are both off. so, of course, you are spending it together and having a slow, enjoyable morning. you scrunch your nose, the tea burning your tongue slightly. "too hot?" Robby hummed, his hand rubbing your ankle gently. you nod in reply. he carefully lifts your feet off him and take your mug from you, walking to the kitchen to put some cold water in it. you smile as he walks away, "thank you, baby" you murmur softly. you gawk at the way his arms look in his pajama top, tiling your head to get a better look. a phone suddenly rings, breaking you out of your trance. you blink suddenly and scramble to find it, not realizing it's Robby's phone. "uh-yeah, y/n here" you say into the phone, only to get a very shocked reply back from Dana. "Oh, hello, y/n. i didn't know you were the new Dr Robby." the thick Boston accent makes you freeze. oh fuck. "uh- yeah! we are uh- i-" you panic, shaking your hand in the air violently to get Robby's attention. he furrows his brows, walking quickly over to you only to realize quickly what happened. he takes the phone from you. "Hey Dana, it's Robby. what's the matter?" he looks at you with an amused smirk on his face. he ignores Dana's questions about why you picked up his phone, eventually getting out of her that he needed to come into the hospital because there are mass casualties coming in and they need all the help they can get. "might as well bring the Mrs with you if she's free." Dana chirps. Robby rolls his eyes and hangs up the phone. "looks like we've been summoned." he murmurs before kissing your head and chuckling to himself. he walk into the bedroom, changing out of his pajamas and into work clothes.

hour 3:

finally, after three hours of constant chaos of emergency after emergency, you have some time to sit down and do charting for the 16 patients you took care of. three of which didn't make it. you sit down at an empty desk in a further corner of the pitt and swipe your id to start typing. a long sigh escapes from you and you run your hands through your hair, rubbing the crown of your head to hopefully remember all the details possible for the 16 patients. you hear someone walk up to you and feel a hand on your back. "hey, honey." Robby appears next to you, moving his hand up and down your back lovingly. "just checking you're alright. i heard you lost a couple patients." he almost whispers, not wanting to draw attention to you both. you take a deep breath and shrug your shoulders, opening your mouth to say something before spotting Dana looking over at you both with an expression only described as disgust mixed with intrigue. Robby tilts his head, questioning your sudden shift in body language. you nod your head over to Dana still staring. he huffs, spotting her too. he swiftly takes his hand away from your back, and straightens his back. "i'll see you in a bit, baby." he really whispers this time and walks away.

hour 5:

5 hours in the pitt on a day that was supposed to be for resting is catching up to you. you yawn, watching the breakroom coffee machine slowly fill up your cup. you hear the door open and close, turning around to see Robby, also looking tired. you walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "ugh, thank god you're here so i can become jelly." you melt into him. he chuckles deeply, walking you over to a seat. he sits you down, crouching down to look up at you. he runs a finger over your cheek. "You look exhausted" he murmurs. you hum and nod slightly, your eyes closed. "can you grab me my coffee? please?" you mumble, opening your eyes slightly. he passes you it, but takes a sip first before giving it to you. "i'm exhausted, too. luckily for us, Dana says we're not needed anymore; our patients are all stable." he lets out a relived sigh. "c'mon. lets go home, hon." he stands, taking your hand in his before dropping it once you've left the breakroom. As you walk to the lockers, you look up at him. "I think Dana has figured us out, you know." he grimaces and nods. "yeah, i think she has." he huffs, running a hand over his face. you grab your things and make it over to his car, getting in the passenger seat. once he's started driving he looks over at you. "you never answered my question. are you alright?"

thank you for reading!! it's not my best work as i am actually genuinely so tired but i had an idea and just wanted to scribble it down. so this might be subjected to edits later on.

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