#nepo!reader

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I’m so obsessed with the concept of nepobaby!reader! But what if the pitt don’t know she’s a rich nepo baby and so when she visits robby at work and shows him the things she bought while telling him what she did that day, they overhear her and think that she’s a gold digger and shenanigans ensues

ooh my god same ive known her for like 5 minutes and i loveee nepobaby!reader

It's an easy mistake to make, Robby has to stay overtime and hasn't had the time to text you and tell you so. You've been waiting in the car (with your driver maybe???) and you're a little concerned so you walk in, talk to the clerks and get buzzed through.

"Hi," you say to the stern looking nurse with white hair in the middle of the bustling ED, "Um, I'm looking for Michael."

Her brows scrunch together, "There's no Michael here, hun. What are you here for?"

You're confused, you've picked him up from here before.

"Oh, I-"

"What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Michael's familiar voice cuts through as he leaves the trauma room, pace quickening when you meet his gaze.

When he gets within arms reach, he holds your head in his hands, looking over your face with worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine, Michael, you were just taking so long I was wondering what was going on."

"Sorry, honey, a multi car pile up came in right before shift ended, and the traffic is making it harder for my night shift relief to show up. I can't leave till Jack gets here," he checks his phone, cringing at the time and the numerous text messages from you, "I didn't have time to tell you I'd be late."

He takes your hand and starts walking towards the breakroom. He doesn't miss the face Dana makes when she sees you together, decides he'll deal with it later.

"Work life balance, Michael."

"Yeah, hun, I'm not too great at that."

It's an easy mistake to make, really. Your younger, well dressed, with freshly manicured nails and your hair well styled. The obvious assumption is that this lifestyle has been funded by Robby. However, soon Robby starts coming in with a nicer watch, shirts that are practical but better quality, even his skin looks brighter.

He hears the snickers and the comments from everyone else,

People assume that he's paying your rent - and he could, but you've never asked him to because you don't need him to.

Santos even signs up under a bunch of sugar daddy/sugar baby websites trying to tailor her profiles to Robby's prefrences to find him. She is unsuccessful.

What really gets the pitt talking is when you take him to your dad's suite at the penguins game, after finding out he's a huge pens fan, the while the camera is showing the crowd they catch a glimpse of you and robby huddled close together sharing a bag of popcorn. Robby doesn't splurge on himself. He could afford season tickets, but never bought them himself.

This makes the pitt staff explode. Santos and Javadi find you on instagram, realize your dad is rich, like bruce wayne rich. When Robby comes in a week later with new sneakers, Santos takes a picture of them and reverse image searches them to find the price.

"Trinity! We can't steal Robby's shoes. How would we even do that?"

"C'mon she'll just buy him a new pair. I can sell them and pay my rent for the rest of my residency!"

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yessssss med school john carter but modern. They grew up together, went to all the preppy schools and hell probably had a debutant ball too. They get together during university but probably break up once he gets into medical school cause ‘he has to focus on school’. They defo had a proper loving relationship but both families certainly supported. Cue today where Robby gets a new resident (not sure timeline wise) and yk who it is hehe

I really want to write for carter now omg. might need to go into their backstory or something

This is intern year john carter - i know he had the beard as an r2 but that's my fav carter and i make the rules here. also john calls reader peaches solely because it felt weird to not have her call her by a name and i try to avoid using (y/n) at all costs

"Johnny?" John's head perks up, looking around for the source. There's only one person whose called him that past the age of 6.

"What the hell are you doing here, peaches?" he runs over, concerned, keeping his hand on his stethescope to prevent it from knocking him in the face - again.

He grabs your chin, eyes scanning over your face for any potential reason why you might be in an emergency room, concussion, laceration, god forbid a gunshot wound.

"Johnny, I'm fine I promise. I'm just meeting someone," you reach up pulling him into a hug which he returns with a tight squeeze, inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume.

When you let go you smack him on the shoulder - not hard but not soft either, "My mom said you were back in town but I thought she was lying because there was no way you'd be back and not tell me."

He at least has the sense to look a little embarrassed, "I haven't had the time, honestly. After graduation I had to pack up and find a place quickly, and then Gamma wanted to do a trip to Europe in the summer, and since then my intern year has been been beating my ass, but I'll reach out soon, I promise, peach."

"You better, because clearly we have a lot to discuss," you reach up lightly touching the beard that has graced his face when your many years of dating, accompanied by floppy hair that's the longest you've ever seen it, "What did Gamma say about this?"

He doesn't get to answer, cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. You turn, smiling when you look at your boyfriend whose standing with his arms crossed. Robby doesn't like to PDA at work, but he lets you reach up this time, kissing you back.

"Johnny, this is my boyfriend, Michael. Michael this is-"

"Carter, my resident. We've met, peaches," he says, voice short.

Your eyes switch between the two men, sensing the new tenseness in the air.

"Carter, go find your night shift relief and hand over your patients so we can all get out of here."

"Yes, sir."

John all but runs away as Robby glowers at him. You poke him in the rib.

"Ow."

"Don't be a baby. What was that about?"

"That's the John you dated for half your life?"

"Yes, but we broke up in college because we drifted apart. He's a family friend, Michael, we're on good terms. Are you jealous?"

He shakes his head, "No."

"You have nothing to worry about, Mikey," you slip your hand into his, "You're the only man I have eyes for."

"I'm not jealous," he responds as he shoulders his backpack and starts to lead you through the crowd of people, "Kid can't even grow a proper beard yet."

You giggle, putting your head on his shoulder as you walk out together, unbeknownst to the two of you John is still standing at the nurses station, watching you leave wrapped around each other.

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just read the blurb on Robby x finance bro reader (hell, maybe even Nero baby reader) and I am in desperate need for you to divulge more..how do you think they even met lol

Okay I'm thinking there's some hospital fundraiser event that Gloria says he has to go to. He's in the nice suit, he rubbed elbows with the corporate sponsors, and now he's in the bar at the hotel, it's a little busy, not bustling. He's sipping on an expensive bourbon when this pretty young thing walks in with a group of friends.

He notices her of course, but keeps scrolling on his phone wondering if he's spent enough time at the event to go home or not yet. And then a little while later, you walk over, flagging down the bartender.

He can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye, but doesn't try to make contact.

You look over your shoulder nervously at your group of friends who give you thumbs up and...encouragement hand gestures. Your face warms as you tap Robby on the shoulder.

"Hi, um, is seat taken?" There are several empty seats at the bar and you're pointing to the one right next to him.

He shakes his head, wondering if this is one of those "talk to the old guy at the bar until he buys your drink and then ditch him" ploys that he's heard some of the young nurses and residents talk about.

But you ask him for his name, why he's there, and the conversation goes on too long for it to be a scheme for a free drink. Well that, and you never actually make any move to get him to pay for you, telling the bartender to add it to your tab.

"So here's the thing," you say after several minutes of surprisingly pleasant conversation, leaning in closer to him, "my friends made me come over here because I thought you were hot and they said I didn't have the balls to get your number, because I've never asked a guy out before."

"Oh? I thought your generation was big on gender equality."

"We are, but I'm shy," you lean back in your chair, "So can I put you in my phone as Michael, bracket, bar?"

That gets an honest laugh out of Robby, "You could do that we could do one better and get out of here?"

He's a little worried it's a bit too much once he says it, "But if you'd rather stick with your friends we can just stick with the phone thing."

You suck in a breath, "No, no, they'll be fine. I just need to grab my stuff. I'll meet you in the lobby?"

Robby can't help but laugh when he hears the way your friends holler around you when you return to them.

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wait don’t be shy can you elaborate on what went down in the hotel room with nepo!reader and robby pleaseeeeeee

Of course I can, nonnie

Blurb in question

Robby figures that since this whole thing started because of your friends, they're probably going to get a report whenever you see them next so he knows he has to put on a show.

So he's got you completely naked on the hotel bed, your expensive dress somewhere on the floor in a wrinkled pile, your legs hanging off the side of it while he's still fully clothed - tie undone and hanging loose around his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt open. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, teasing you with light kisses to your inner thighs.

You whimper as the long hairs of his beard tickle the sensitive skin. When Robby looks up at you he sees you palming your tits, lets you do it for now.

He groans when he spreads your pussy open, "All this just from sitting at the bar with me, pretty girl?"

"You're really hot, Michael."

He laughs, leans forward and kisses your clit lightly. You gasp so he sucks on it, goraning at the tase of you. He doesn't try to tease you, lapping at your pussy, figuring out what makes you thrash against his face. He reaches down to relieve some of the pressure of his aching cock when you come around his tongue and his fingers.

You're clawing at him, practically ripping the buttons of his shirt. When he sinks into you for the first time it knocks the air out of you, making you writhe against him. He's got his face buried in your shoulder, fingers dancing along your hips, waiting for you to adjust.

"That's it, kid, take all the time you need."

"Didn't-didn't tell me you had a baseball bat when we were downstairs."

"I didn't want to scare you off kid."

The next morning when your friends blowing up your phone to ask if you're alright you roll over, groaning at the ache in your lower body. Robby follows, kissing your shoulder, letting you answer before sliding his morning wood between your thighs and letting you grind on him.

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Guys I acc cannot stop thinking about robby x nepo!reader

She obviously has a horse (two to be exact). The first one is an 18 year old gelding she’s had since she was a teen, a dapple gray named whose name eventually became Soup, and the second is her 9 year old chestnut mare named chai she got because her dad missed her college graduation and felt bad.Both of them are top of the line thoroughbred show horse (even though she hasn’t showed in years).

(chai's behaviour is based on one of my female cats whose a misognyst despite being raised by me, a misandrist)

"Be honest, when we started dating is this how you thought you'd be spending your weekends?"

The first time Robby'd made his way out to the barn was right in line for fall deworming time. So, after worked up a sweat helping you get Soup into his blanket, he was now helping you give the bitter medicine to your horses.

Soup was in his stall, which was actually quite spacious, while Robby was standing under his head, holding it up so the horse couldn't spit it out.

He looks at you, "No. Obviously not."

He was covered in horse hair, and stepped in literal shit somewhere. But, watching your ass in those tight riding pants made it worth it.

You laugh, "Don't be mean to my children, Michael, I'll have to break up with you."

"Oh it's not so bad," he says, giving rubbing Soup's snout, "He's pretty sweet."

"Yeah he's my good boy. You can let go of his head by the way now," Robby does so, stepping out of the way and comning his hands through the horse's forelock, "It's the other one whose my problem."

You know stereotype about mare's being high maintenance and moody that feels like thinly vieled misogny? Yeah, Chai is the reason they exist.

They aminister Soup's meds in his stall, but had give hers while she was in the cross ties. You do your best to hide the syringe, but she sees it and starts shaking your head.

"Oh come on, Chai girl, you're being dramatic," Chai does not appreciate being talked down to.

You roll your eyes, "Can you pet her muzzle, please."

"She's going to bite me."

"She's not going to bite you, I promiste."

Robby does as you ask, and Chai seems to relax almost immediately.

"You and your white boys, Chai, this is getting embarrassing."

You tell Robby that he needs to do the same thing with her head, but he has to move much quicker because she's smarter than Soup. He's a little nervous waiting for your count.

He is not successful, and as penance Chair spits the dewormer out on his shoe. You groan, and complain about having to call the vet for more.

"I'm sorry, I swear her head is heavier."

"It's not, she's just stubborn and doesn't lift it. Soup doesn't know he's allowed to do that."

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hi, me again. You had mentioned once when 🧁 anon had asked for your opinion on the differences between nepo baby and finance bro reader that nepo baby reader is very feminine, bimbo like. To the point where the first time Robby sees reader without makeup, he gets shocked lol. I had hoped you could elaborate on that, my bad.

Okay that's what I assumed you meant, but I just wanted to make sure. thanks for clarifying!

I'm thinking it's gotta be when she's sick because that's the only time she doesn't wear makeup (at least in the begining of the relationship when she's still getting comfortable). Also all my readers have cats cause im a crazy cat lady so deal with it

Begrudgingly, you tell Walter to let him through, waiting for him to walk through the elevator door into the appartment. You're wearing the baggiest clothes you own, including sweatpants you stole from your brother in 8th grade that have nail polish stains on them. Ugh, Michael was so going to break up with you when he sees you sweaty and unshowered in ugly house clothes. You remain on curled up on the couch, hot waterbottle on your stomach as your uterus angrily pu.

The doors ding and Robby calls out for your.

"On the couch," you respond. Togepi, your 2 year old Ragdoll cat, gets up from her place on your chest to great. You hear Michael's voice raise a few pitches as he greets her, turning the corner with her in his arms.

"How are you feeling?"

You pull your hood lower over your face, "Like ass."

"Anything I can do to help?"

You look over at him, "Ben and Jerry's half baked."

He holds up a grocery bag, "How did I know you were going to say that?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're so sexy and smart?"

"Maybe once or twice," laughs, emphasizing the creases you've grown so fond of, "Enough room on that couch for me?"

"Once you refill my hot waterbottle there will be," you say, handing him your fuzzy pink water bag.

"You know, you shouldn't put this directly on your skin," he says as he walks back to you, "You can burn yourself."

"Whatever stops my uterus from trying to kill me," you answer back.

When he returns you get up long enough for him to sit down, settling your head in his lap as he rests his legs on your coffee table. He tries to move the hoodie off your head he can massage your head.

"No don't," you say, pulling the hoodie back in place, "Need to wash my hair."

"And that means I can't rub your head and make you feel better?"

"I'm gross."

"You're not gross."

"I haven't showered and I'm not wearing makeup. I'm gross."

You can't see it but Robby rolls his eyes.

"Well, I'm not leaving till you feel better so."

"You're working tomorrow aren't you?"

"I'll call in sick. Say I caught what you had."

"You can't catch a period Michael."

"They don't know that."

You shift, so you can face him, hoodie still low over your face, "You promise you're not gonna break up with me?"

"Is that what this is about? Sweetheart, I'm not going to break up with you because you're not wearing make up."

You shrug, "The only time my mom's been bare faced since I've been born is when she got into a car accident and the first thing she made bring was her makeup bad. All my brothers girlfriends post divorce have been at least 10 years younger than him. I know why you're with me."

"What? No. That's not it all, honey. Yes you're pretty, probably the most gorgeous women I've ever seen but you're also smart and kind and I'm not looking for a trophy wife."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"If I just wanted a pretty brainless girl I would have been married by now."

"That's reassuring," but you're smiling. This time when he tries to move hoodie you let him. He leans down, kissing you, the postition a little rough on his back but he doesn't mind it too much.

"Alright what are we watching?" He asks, pushing play on the remote.

"The Mindy Project, it's not good but it makes me feel better."

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if you’re still taking asks for nepo baby reader, how would Mr and Mrs nepo baby (her parents I mean) react to Robby? Maybe they like him, maybe they side with her brother and feel he isn’t good enough 👀 it doesn’t help if Carter is there too

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Everybody forget about the last time i tried to write the families meeting this is the one that matters now

also - i will always take reqs for nepo! i love her so much

“Ma!” you run an exacerbated hand over your face, “you can’t say that when here.”

“I just don’t understand if you want to marry a doctor, why don’t you just get back together with John?” she asks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“I’m not dating him cause he’s a doctor, ma, I’m dating him cause he’s nice.”

“John is nice,” she responds, “And your age. Plus you were together for 10 years, I thought you’d be over this phase by now.”

“What phase?”

“Dating an old guy to piss us all off,” your brother, Omar, responds, “He’s older than me, peach. By a lot. What do you even talk about.”

There’s a quip about not talking much at all that settles on the tip of your tongue. But Omar must be able to read your thoughts and you have a few seconds to dodge the grape that’s being thrown at your head.

“That’s disgusting. You’re 4!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“I could see your disgusting brain thinking things.”

“Bold coming from you considering I pulled your drunk ass out of strip clubs when you were getting divorced.”

“Stop fighting!” your mom groans, rubbing her temples, “you’re going to give me wrinkles.”

“Just tell peach’s old ass doctor to get you some more Botox. It’s nice that he can still practice with dementia. Is that some like special needs program.”

You laugh when the grape you throw back at him hits him square in the nose.

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“Remember, be nice please!” You say to your family members while you rush to get the door before one of the maids can do it.

When you open the door you’re met with not old your boyfriend standing next to Carter and Gamma.

“Did you...pick Michael up on the way here?" Feels like something that you would have known about.

“Rolled up at the same time,” John says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before taking off his jacket and handing it to the maid. He passes Gamma’s coat along and then thanks her.

Robby looks hesitant, but ultimately does the same, gently placing his coat in her hands.

“Thank you…”

“Emily,” she supplies.

“Thank you, Emily.”

Gamma grabs your hand to hold you back a moment while John starts to lead Robby through the house.

“I see why you like him,” she smiles, “handsome, and he drives a motorcycle.”

You groan, “You didn’t say anything about it did you? I’ve been trying to get him to sell that thing. He’s too old, Gamma.”

She laughs, “He’s too old for a lot of things, dear.”

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Dinner is…rocky.

Robby is polite. Your family is not. John tries to help where he can but soon your sitting with your head in your hands as Omar’s mid pervert accusation.

“Omar shut the fuck up!”

Your mom turns to you to reprimand for your language but you can’t be bothered to care anymore.

“Mr. Righteousness over here, you think I don’t know about your first little girlfriend after Anya? She was eighteen you disgusting old man. At least I have a degree, I live on my own, I’m an adult.”

He blinks, stunned, “How did you even know about that?”

“If you don’t want me to find out, you shouldn’t fuck my friends sisters, dumbass,” You look at Robby sitting next to you, “He’s an idiot and pervert. You’re lucky he left all the good genes for me.”

Robby tries in vain to stifle a laugh.

Things devolve from there. Which is how you, Robby and John end up in your childhood bedroom. John’s in your ensuite bathroom while Robby peruses thorough the things on your dresser, looking at the pictures on the wall, knickknacks on the shelf.

“This is cute,” he says, holding up an old photo of you and Omar from your childhood, “You look like his kid.”

“Oh we’d get mistaken for father and daughter all the time. If I got a bad grade in school he’d sign it for me so my dad wouldn’t get mad.

“That’s sweet,” he puts the picture back and then slides next to you in the bed. He kisses your head and tuck yourself into his shoulder, “I’m sorry that things with him aren’t good right not.”

There’s more yelling - but not from your brother, which either means Omar has left or Gamma is fed up and now he’s hearing about it.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” you say, leaning up to kiss him, “He’s been getting on my damn nerves lately if we didn’t fight about this it would have been about something else. Please don’t think I believe anything he says.”

Robby breaks eye contact, looking to the floor.

“Michael-”

“put your clothes back on I’m coming out!” John yells through the door, and the door swings open miliseconds later.

“ Carter, why would we be naked?” Robby shakes his head

“And if we were you gave us like half a second to cover ourselves up.”

John shrugs, walking over to the bed and jumping onto the foot of it, “I’ve already seen you naked. Might as well get a glimpse into my future body in 30 years.”

Robby scoffs before looking at you, “Has he always been this odd?”

“Unfortunately it’s what made him appealing to me when we were kids.”

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odd situation ik but how would Robby react if he caught either nepo baby or finance bro doing drugs, Langdon style? Both of them would certainly have the opportunities for it; with the level of wealth and accessibility they have

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I'm chosing nepo! because my poor girl hasn't been written about in a while

(cw - discussion of drug use, high!reader, very slight Robby PTSD)

Robby's too fucking old to be up at 3 am these days, but he supposes this is penance for dating someone half his age. But he'd rather pick you up from party this late than you take an Uber. You'd texted him some time ago saying you were ready to come home and now he's calling you as he's pulling up to the house of one of your friends.

"Michael!" you grin when you open the door. He can smell the alcohol on you and chuckles, "I missed you so so much. How was your night?"

"Not as good as yours, princess," he laughs, letting you lean over the centre console to kiss his cheek. It's dark and the roads are empty so he decides to leave the glittery pink mark for the drive home.

He's about to put the car in drive when he notices something off about your demeanour. Usually when he picks you up from nights out you turn the seat heat on his car up all the way and fall asleep in the warmth. This time you have a strange energy, babbling on and on about your friends charcuterie board, arms gesticulating wildly for added emphasis. He grabs your chin gently and forces you to look at him.

His heart nearly stops in chest when he sees your eyes are dilated.

"What did you take?" he asks, trying not to think about Frank. The fear returns. How long has he been ignoring the signs?

"I didn't-"

"If you don't tell me, I will take you to the pitt and make them do a drug test on you. Carter's working tonight, you want to get him involved?"

You purse your lips, clearly recognizing the seriousness in his tone "Just a little bit of coke, Mikey."

"Don't Mikey me, right now," he shakes his head. Every OD case he's ever had is flashing through his brain, "How much is a little bit?"

"Like, a couple bumps, that's it. I promise."

"How much alcohol did you have?" He's not going to be able to sleep at all tonight. He's debating whether or not he should just admit you right now rather than waiting for you to have a seizure in his bed.

"Only a few mixed drinks. I'm fine."

"Everybody says they're fine before their liver gives out. How often do you do this?"

"This is the first time I promise!" your eyes are starting to water, "I wasn't planning on it. Katie offered me some and says that it feels better than just alcohol alone. I won't do it again, I promise."

Robby takes a deep breath. He reaches over and grabs your hand, "Never, take anything ever again. You never know what's laced with fentanyl. 2 miligrams is a lethal dose, and if it doesn't kill you outright, you'll end up brain dead on a ventilator while I try to convince your parents to donate your organs."

"I'm sorry."

"Just don't do it again, baby, I can't see you end up like that.

"I promise, Michael. Never again."

He's going to repeat this conversation when you're sober, just to make sure that you really absorb his words, but he's satisfied for now.

He's still not going to sleep at all tonight.