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The bitterness kills Michael Afton in FNAF..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#sonic movie 3#fnaf pizzeria simulator#hey that one scene of eggman and his dad#that’s Michael and William coded#do you guys get me#I don’t even think William cares more for Elizabeth#he just wants to rub salt in Michael’s wounds#like sure he listened to him for years#but he isn’t as dedicated as Elizabeth is#and he was never good enough to begin with#especially after defying him#I hate you William#Michael get him
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#swiftpolls#* my polls#* music polls#another poll to make me feel old#the fob one made me physically nauseous#polls for fun#music poll#mariah carey#lifehouse#fall out boy#nickelback#carrie underwood#panic! at the disco#plain white t's#hey there delilah#weezer#coldplay#the all american rejects#michael bublé#jack johnson#look ma i made it
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need to be passed between jack and robby like a blunt at a party if i’m honest
tw: language, smut, threesome (mmf), dirty talk, bodily fluids (mentioned), f!reader, soft dom!rabbot, sub(ish)!reader, abbot and robby knowing each other really well, oral (m+ f receiving), riding, unprotected sex, creampie; please remember this is fiction <3 mdni/+18.
your attendings have had you like this forever, and you aren't sure how much longer you can take it.
jack sitting sturdy on robby's couch, cock out and stroking with one hand while the other wraps around your front to flick at your nipple. robby kneeling in front of you to bump his nose into your clit before sucking it with a spit-covered tongue.
and you–at the center, reclined against jack's middle, one of your legs thrown over robby's shoulders, and squirming every time either of them moans. lulling your head, you blink at the fat head of jack's cock and stick out your tongue.
jack grins for half a second, obliging you with a rub of the tip along your top lip before just barely lifting his hips to let you slip it further into your mouth. eyes soothing shut, you whimper at the salt that flashes across your tastebuds as your tongue snakes along the bottom of the his head.
the groan this pulls from jack catches the attention of robby, who grunts at the sight of abbot cock poking against the side of your cheek.
"keep sucking him just like that," robby commands in a soft gravel, pulling away but kind enough to not let you steep in the cold of missing him for too long. he kneels on the couch, leg bending to slip inside you at the perfect angle.
robby bottoms out with a punched breath, head back and throat bobbing as he swallows to keep his composure. he can't look at you or jack when he starts to fuck you, every hit of his middle against yours jerking your mouth back and forth onto jack's cock.
"son of a bitch, she's tight," robby rasps to no one yet it still makes jack smile through his latest shuddering moan as the men ease into a sweet pattern. jack, pushing his member across your tongue whenever robby's pulls backward. robby, plunging himself as deep as you'll let him as jack draw out his cock until the only thing you can suck at is his leaking tip.
a noise–a single, muffled word–sounds out of you and robby doesn't stop when he tilts his head to hear you better.
"what was that, sweetheart?"
"harder," jack answers for you through a bitten lip. "fuck her harder, mike."
"happy to oblige," declares, a suave tint to his voice as he takes a moment to blow out a quick breath.
with one palm on your side and the other clutching abbots thigh, robby quickens his pace. the three of you gasp and pant at every buck of his hips that starts to slam into yours at a new vigor.
you're staring to forget how to think about anything else except the two men filling you full, and it's every thing.
"yeeeah, give me that pussy, baby. let me fuck my cum into you so jack can fuck it deeper."
you're drooling through your moans all over jack's girth, choking with a few gags when his head grazes the back of your throat.
"that's right," robby wheezes out at your wet coughs. "gag on it, angel. he likes it messy, don't you, dr. abbot?"
"oh, you know it, dr. robby," jack rasps back, nudging his cock a few inches deeper until robby can see the buldge in your throat. he lets his cock pulse for a few short seconds before pulling back and patting your cheek as you gasp for air. "fuck yeah. attagirl."
robby's hips falter just a tad and he releases a short wail.
"mmm," he hums out, resuming his rhythm with a flushed face. "'m almost there. this pussy's too sweet for an old man like me..."
popping his cock from your mouth, abbot plants a hand under your chin and tilts your eyes his way.
"use those pretty words and tell him how much you want it, gorgeous. how much you need him to fill you up so you're nice and ready for me... and make sure to use his first name, too. he'll bust quicker."
a sound seeps out from the back of robby's throat, and he throws a side eye at jack's wink. the look melts into hooded-eyes and a dropped jaw when his drags his stare back to you.
"fuck, i want it," you sob out, lids fluttering a little at the feeling of robby's cock still driving inside you, touching somewhere warm and deep. "want it so bad, mikey, please–"
"oooh," robby groans, softening into a round of shaking along with and clenched eyes as he comes cause that's just not fair. his cock twitches over and over again, hunching to spill out his load on unsteady legs.
robby doesn't slide out of you until he knows he's present enough to help lower onto jack. the maneuvering happens with practiced simplicity.
jack parts spreads his thighs in a backwards lean, while you clench and stand. robby grabs your waist as you tilt against jack, who plants a kiss on your shoulder before lining his tip with your slit.
"jesus, you weren't kidding, rob," jack breathes out as you sink down.
"well, it'd be rude to joke about somebody as pretty as her, wouldn't it?" robby teases, eyes big and soft while he stares into you. he waits until jack's cock is all the way inside you before once again leaning onto the couch, this time on both knees.
you groan while robby settles himself, smushing you between both of their bodies. he guides one of your arms to hang around his thick neck, and you hiss as jack wastes no time thrusting up into you.
"use me to fuck him, sweetheart. hold my neck 'n bounce on it," robby mumbles, hand placing over the one abbot has on your hip.
"he's big," you slur to robby, arm bringing him impossibly closer. his cock slicks between to two of you, half hard and already throbbing again. "feels good."
jack's hips flinch at your words, and he shoves his cock deeper. you meet his thrusts with determined bounces, groaning at the sound of your ass slapping back against him.
he might be a inch or two shorter than robby, but jack's thickness has him rubbing at your walls with a force that make you sound as cock drunk as you feel. robby swallows most of them with a feverish kisses.
"don't forget to breathe, j," robby reminds against your mouth.
"fuck, 'm trying," jack wheezes out with a huff not one second later, causing robby to smile. "she's just so fuckin' warm, man."
using robby as leverage you and jack form an almost brutal pace. you clench around him at the perfect time, and jack has found a curve of his hips that drag his head against a spot that makes you hold robby tighter.
you're creaming out something devastating around jack, robby's load blending with the juices as well as you ride the man.
"wanna come," you plead, legs becoming so tired that you have to stop. the pause is swiftly ended by robby, who clasps you tight with certain arms.
he and jack work in tandem to drag you up and down jack's member, and your hands reach out to clutch both of them. the two catch eyes over your shoulder, and neither find the will to look away. robby groans quietly, the friction of your stomach enough to have his own cock rock solid and leaking once more.
"taking it like a damn champ, gorgeous," jack praises behind you, sweaty and panting. "take both of us so well. how 'bout i paint your insides just like mike did for being such a good girl, huh?"
seeing that you're teetering on the edge, robby reaches to grab his cock and glides the head across your clit. the sensation is more than enough to yank your orgasm from you, and you wail out with pulsing walls.
jack is following you soon after, clutching you with ragged breaths, pumping you well and full with rolling eyes and a myriad of profanities. his grip wraps around your waist, forcing you to unhook from robby's neck and roll completely into his front.
using the space, robby takes a quick hand to his cock. his eyebrows pinch and his chest jumps, abbot using your pussy to out milking the last of his cum out just as robby finishes again with a grunt.
he presses his head at where you and abbot meet, spurting out impressive ropes of thick cum. robby continues to smear his load, abbot adding to the action by using his finger to rub what robby doesn't catch into your swollen clit.
when you try and squirm, jack's hand moves up to rest against your throat. he pulls you back even further this time, pressing as far as he can into the couch and keeps you still with a gentle grip around your throat. robby watches the scene with heavy silence and dark eyes.
"now, where do you think you're going?"
jack's question hits low and hot against your ear.
"if he gets two... so do i, doll."
© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚
#jack abbot smut#dr robby smut#dr abbot smut#michael robinavitch smut#jack abbot x reader#michael robinavitch x reader#jack abbot x you#dr robby x reader#dr abbot x reader#the pitt x reader#jack abott#michael robinavitch#oh anon your mind#these positions probbaly make no sense in real life but hey this is fiction#this shit blew up from 300 words to 1.5k LMAO
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"Can I copy your homework?"
"Sure. Just make it look different so it doesn't seem like you copied it."
"Sure thing."


To clarify, I'm talking about the posters. I haven't watched Kaos.
#kaos netflix#good omens#poster#seriously#they weren't even trying#hey can I copy your homework#good omens prime#jeff goldblum#michael sheen#david tennant#good omens crowley#good omens aziraphale#zeus#kaos#tv shows#memes#tv memes#Funny
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have an old thing
#jonathan sims#the distortion#this is old#i dont remember what it’s referencing#but hey#it’s still cute#my art#tma#the magnus archives#funnies#michael
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This came to me in a vision
#michael afton#handunit#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#sister location#fnaf sister location#not what i'm called#hey guys not what i'm called
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The chokehold these two pics have on me. No one’s ever looked this hot before.


#need that#NEED THEM#hey so paris when?#please? pretty please? i neeeeeeeed to be between them asap#think ovulation is round the corner guys#jack abbot#michael robinavitch#dr robby#rabbot
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Okaokay this is weird as hell but like BLLK boys with readers who read like downbad BL like hella downbad BL and they caught them reading it
“𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫”
a/n: this is kinda reminding me of that one anime “kiss him, not me”
... did you pray today?
suggestive content inside!
ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito
isagi yoichi
bro just wanted to cuddle and play mario kart but now he’s standing behind you like he just walked into a crime scene.
“why is he blushing while getting slammed into a locker?”
you go, “that’s just their love language.”
isagi: “THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE IS VIOLENCE???”
full-on existential crisis. like he’s rethinking your entire relationship.
“so… you’d rather have someone call you a filthy brat and collar you than hear me say ‘you look cute today’?”
you: “yes.”
he’s quiet the rest of the night and suddenly tries being meaner the next day. tells you “move faster” while opening the door and then IMMEDIATELY apologizes.
now thinks you’ll only find him hot if he scowls and calls you a peasant.
itoshi rin
you were reading it peacefully until you felt a cold stare from the doorway.
rin: “you’ve been rereading the same five panels for 20 minutes.”
you: “he just said ‘i’ll never love you’ while pushing him against a wall… it’s peak literature.”
rin blinks. “you need help.”
and yet… two days later he slides you a different BL manga and mumbles “this one has less dubcon.”
does NOT make eye contact.
will never admit it but he read a full one just to “see what the hype was.” he absolutely got invested.
“the writing was ass but the pining was kinda raw. 7/10.”
secretly furious when the top breaks the bottom’s heart. “what a manipulative loser. i hope he gets hit by a car.”
itoshi sae
he finds it on your ipad, opens it, and is hit with a panel of a guy crying during a kiss.
“is this supposed to be hot or are you mentally unwell?”
you: “both.”
stares at you like you just confessed to murder.
“this guy has commitment issues, the other one’s a masochist, and they’ve kissed five times in a public bathroom. i’m judging you so hard right now.”
continues reading.
eventually he starts live texting you commentary on your own manga.
“chapter 18: he cheated and the other guy forgave him. you like this???”
“chapter 21: now they’re crying and having shower sex. y’all really do need therapy.”
and then two hours later: “okay, but lowkey that last panel hit.”
he’s converted. unwillingly. but he is.
kaiser michael
sees the cover and snatches your phone like you’re watching porn in public.
“you’re reading this?!”
reads the title aloud: “‘he growled in my ear: you’re mine now, kitten’...”
wheezing with laughter.
“what the hell does that even mean?? are you okay??”
you just smile and go, “you’d look good saying it too, actually.”
that shuts him up for a solid three seconds.
then he’s like “say less” and tries imitating the line. except he does it in a fake german accent.
now he’s obsessed. he wants to cosplay the mean top.
“should i dye my hair black and wear a leather collar?”
you: “i will leave you.”
also starts quoting it randomly. “kitten, i’ll destroy your sanity” while brushing his teeth. help.
nagi seishiro
you thought you were safe because he never cares about anything.
you were wrong.
“yo, why is this guy crying with a handprint on his thigh?”
you: “he’s healing through pain.”
nagi: “he’s healing through getting railed.”
next thing you know he’s laying on your lap, scrolling through your reading list like it’s the sunday paper.
“this one’s plot is trash. but the art’s cool.”
asks if there’s a BL where the guy just naps and gets spoiled. you show him one. now he’s hooked.
goes “based” every time the bottom gets carried to bed.
unbothered king. will read it in the middle of practice if bored.
mikage reo
“WHAT are you READING??”
covers his eyes like he’s a victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time.
“wait is that a leash? WHY IS HE ON A LEASH?!”
you just say, “he lost a bet.”
reo.exe has stopped working.
refuses to touch your phone. “it’s tainted now.”
but then spends the next three hours grilling you like a concerned mom.
“do you like that? do you want me to talk like that?? should i start growling at you?”
you tease him and say “yes daddy~”
he goes pale. the most flustered he’s ever been.
next day he tries calling you “bunny” and ends up choking on his own tongue.
shidou ryusei
oh he’s into it IMMEDIATELY.
snatches it and starts flipping through like a pervert at a used bookstore.
“yo, this guy’s calling him his prey. that’s hot.”
he finds the filthiest line and yells it across the room.
“’rip me apart like the beast you are’ – YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!”
you’re hiding under a pillow in shame.
shidou: “nah nah this is PEAK. 10/10. i’d do that too.”
probably acts out the scenes just to mess with you. full feral.
now he uses manga pickup lines on you in public.
“hey, princess. want me to ruin your innocence?”
sir, this is a costco.
karasu tabito
catches you mid-giggle and snatches your phone.
“what’s so funny– OH HELL NO.”
“did this dude just moan from getting his hair pulled?”
gives you a 10 minute roast session.
“bro’s getting railed and saying ‘thank you’ like it’s customer service.”
reads the whole thing anyway. gets unreasonably invested.
“why is this actually good though. that bastard cheated on him and he STILL forgave him? nah. couldn’t be me.”
sends you memes of your fave couple like “this you?”
pretends he hates it. secretly makes an alt account to read fanfics of it.
© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#bllk#bllk x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi sae x reader#sae itoshi x reader#nagi seishiro x reader#seishiro nagi x reader#reo mikage x reader#mikage reo x reader#kaiser michael x reader#michael kaiser x reader#shidou ryusei x reader#ryusei shidou x reader#karasu tabito x reader#tabito karasu x reader#hey i think you need holy water
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hello white boy this is from a completely anonymous completely random follower of yours. can you draw jeremike please
bwyeah sure whatever
#fnaf#five nights at freddys#my art#jeremy fitzgerald#michael afton#jeremike#yeah 👍#i usually don’t do requests but i know for a fact this is juno#hi juno#hey buddy
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they're playing the shitty ET atari game
#recession indicator: me drawing fnaf fanart for the first time in more than a year#hey did you guys know they used to be normal siblings before Everything? did you know?#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#elizabeth afton#evan afton#dave afton#cc afton#<- whatever the FUCK his name is#art#digital art#fnaf fanart#afton siblings#artists on tumblr#mike afton
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How Michael and Jermey became friends in FNAF
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#michael afton#jeremy fitzgerald#fnaf 4#fnaf 2#security breach#fnaf vanessa#fnaf vanny#jeremike#what’s better than this? just guys being dudes#I like the idea that Michael and Jeremy are dumb guys vibes#like individually they are smart#but anytime they are together truly just dumb dudes silly mode no thoughts#I think it’s on brand they fought and found a common ground#resulting in this forever friendship#hey if you can’t outfight someone might as well befriend them pff#definitely more to it but a Bonnie always need a foxy and vice versa
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i think we can all agree that michael
#hey guys guess who just got another fixation 😋😋#i have soo much art of the others but the ten image limit is trying to kill my family#so sad about the ending THEY DID IT TOGETHER ONE WAY OR ANOTHER 😭😭#anyways . get tagged#tma#the magnus archives#michael tma#michael distortion#tma michael#tma fanart#the spiral#he’s soo babygirl guys 💔💔#art tag
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RobbyXHoney where she gets hurt by a psych or pissed off patient 🤭
Knights in black figs
a/n: OH. EM. GEE, Dr. Honey and Dr.Robby are BACK! I almost switched this where Robby got hurt instead but it was not working, but here we are!!
Dr. Micheal RobinavitchxFem!Doctor!Reader
tags: Established relationship (married), Age gap (not specified but 20s/40s), PTSD, veteran experiencing an episode (this is dramatized and not always an accurate description of how veterans react), violence, angst, but also fluff at the end, very much hurt/comfort, medical inacuracies bc im j a girl, Langdon saves the day?? in this economy?? very much needed.
It happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on a patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER.
"Mr. Prescott it's me Doctor Robinavitch." you announced, softly stepping into the dimmed room. Logan Prescott was a younger man, a vet. He’d come in for some head pain and you were trying to rule out if it was physical or mental. You were always soft with these patients, but should've had another nurse or even Robby there with you, but you knew you could handle him.
Leaving the battlefield didn't mean the war was over, you were all too familiar with the warzones that wage in the mind like a raging torrent.
Logan was curled up on the bed, not asleep but not awake, his hands clasped tightly over his ears. He'd told you he hated hospitals but knew he needed help, you'd bribed Myrna to get a bed in the hall so he could try and get some quiet in a room. You watched as he slowly rocked back and forth, humming a military cadance to himself.
"Logan? I brought you some Tylenol, then we need to do some testing down here before we send you up to imaging is that okay?" You made sure to give him plently of space, not always knowing how a patient with PTSD will react. Logan turned and looked to you, terrified and in pain, he sat up and took the tylenol gratefully. "I got you file from the doctor at the VA, you do have some history of head trauma, is there any way you can expand on that?"
You shined a light in his eyes as you spoke, routine. His pupils were reactive to light and sizing properly. According to Logan he had a few stories of gettimg hurt in combat- passed the finger test -but didn't remember any head injuries.
"My pain is all at the back of my head Doc," He winced again, "feels like the base of my neck is on fire all the time."
You chewed the inside of your lip as you felt the base of his neck for any injuries, not knowing this action would send everything sideways. All it took was a sharp press at the nape and you were being overpowered.
it happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on your patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER. A hand grabbed the back of your head before slamming your face into the metal tray that sat beside you. Strong arms wraped around your waist and throat, locking you in place as a blade hovered near you. Logan barked an order at you, but it wasn't in English, you cursed yourself for not taking Arabic like your grandmother had begged.
"Logan, just drop the blade and we can talk about this-" the blade pressed into your top, wrong answer. "If we walk out there with you holding me like this shit is going to hit the fan, fast-" You tried your hardest to plead with him, craning your neck to see his face, but his eyes were hollow. He was running on a deadly autopilot.
"We have to go now. I trade you I get her back that was the deal." he growled in your ear as he began to walk to the door. Your chest began to tighten and your breathing was on the edge of becoming erratic. You weren't fearing for your life as much as you feared for the man who kept your body captive against his.
"I am walking out with a patient who is not in a clear state of mind," You called out to the hallway praying someone would hear you. "Do not approach aggressivley he is armed!"
The two of you stumbled from the room into the heart of the ER, which came to a screaming halt at the sight of a man with a knife to one of their own. And not just one of their own but Dr. "Honey" Robinavich of all people. One of the nurses tried to lunge at Logan before you could protest, earning a slice to your shoulder. You bit back your pain, shooting daggers at the nurse as he backed off, eyes wide with fear.
"What the hell is goi-" Robby couldn't finish his sentence as he rounded the corner with Dana, coming face to face with his wife being held up, bleeding. A wave of emotions crashed into him as he assesed you from afar. Blood was splattered across your face, a stream trailing down your bicep. Logans head snapped around as he faced Robby, seeing him as the authority.
"I'm here for our trade. I want my wife," He growled.
"Sir, I don't have her," Robby started gently, you felt an arm squeeze tighter around your throat. You tried to pull yourself free, hoping if you could speak to Logan he would listen to you. "You're in Pittsburg, you're safe. But you are causing a scene in a hospital and you've hurt someone innocent.” Robby brought his palms up in a surrendering stance, eyes focused on you the whole time.
Logan began to ramble again, in Arabic you assumed, but the more he rambled about needing his wife back the tighter his grip got on your throat. The edges of your vision began to darken, stars shooting in front of you.
“Sir, can you tell us where you are?” Dana asked, bravely stepping forward, Robby was locked in his place behind her not looking at you but looking behind.
“Unless you bring my wife back you need to get the fuck back!” He shouted.
“We’re trying to get her right now,” Robby cut back in, slowly pulling Dana behind him. “But you need to let her go.” Robby’s eyes were trained on you, your fear began to slowly wash away. He had you, he always had you. But Logan didn’t like his answer, he raised his blade to your chest. You had to think fast.
“Baby,” you choke through his grasp. “Logan it’s me. Please baby let me go.”
That got his attention. Logan’s grip on the knife faltered as he thought for a moment maybe he’d dragged his wife into this mess to get her back. You didn’t see Robby’s small nod, but as a needle pierced Logans arm, the knife made its home in between your ribs.
The panic set in. At first you didn’t feel the knife, didn’t feel your knees hit the ground, or the strong arms that lifted you onto a trauma bed.
Muffled shouting clouded your mind as your vision was darkening quickly. Was this how you were going out? Trying to help a patient? Stabbed in front of your family and maybe never heard from again before you could tell them all you loved them?
“Honey, Honey you have to stay with me.” Robby’s voice was shaky, fear coating each word.
You opened your mouth to speak, or at least you thought you did, but no words or sounds came out. Your ears began to ring and as hard as you wanted to stay awake, you couldn’t. Not anymore.
“Oh my God.” Was that…Langdon? Your eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice and the monitor quietly beeping behind you. “Robby I didn’t know he was gonna do that!”
“It’s okay kid, I gave you the go ahead,” Robby replied, his voice was tired. "None of us knew how he'd react and we had to get him down. She's alive...that's what matters." you rolled your neck to get a better look at you husband who was slouched in the shitty hospital chair. The movement sent waves of pain causing you to hiss, the men turned to face you. Langdon's eyes were wide with shock, and maybe shame. Robby was just happy to see you awake.
"You saved me Frank," your voice was strained, barely above a whisper, "I'm grateful for you." He almost broke right there, fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to come in the room and reach for you. He cleared his throat and mumbled a quick 'any time Honey' before he was whisked away by a beeping pager. He knew he needed to leave because as soon as the door shut Robby was curled up in your side, pushing your hair back and kissing the side of your face tenderly.
You couldn't hide the way the shakes took over your body as you thought about the day you'd had, being the empathetic person you were, Logan was on your mind. Tears pricked at your eyes, the pain in your throat radiated through your body, you'd become acutely aware of the deep scar that now lived in your chest.
"Hey, hey baby breathe," Robby's calm voice pulled you from the panic that tried to set in, you leaned into his touch, taking the Star of David that lay around his neck in your hands. Robby softly dragged his hands up and down your spine, careful to avoid the blossoming pain in your ribs.
"I want to go home." You choked out.
"Soon," Robby nodded, placing another tender kiss to your temple. "we don't have to talk about today yet but I love you so much, I don't say it enough."
Of all things you could've done a laugh escaped you, through the pain and the sorrow there was never a day Robby couldnt make you laugh. You cupped his beard, pulling his face down slightly to place a kiss to him. "I love you," you whispered back. That was all the energy you had but he knew everything left unsaid behind it. As the observational hours went on, you laid against Robbys chest, the drumming from his talking of hospital nonsense comforting you.
"I mean really it's been months since Pittfest we should not be seeing those rats still!"
"Call Whitaker, I got him to kill one at the house the other day because I felt sorry for it." The way Robby's full belly laugh rumbled against you like thunder in a summer storm made the stress of the day melt away completley. Your heart soared at the fact that your husband would come up with pure bullshit just in the hopes it would make you laugh.
Now you were home. Safe, away from the hospital until you had a psych eval but it wouldn't be for another 3 weeks.
You stared at yourself in the mirror. Robby had protested you getting out of your comfy bed after finally getting home, but ultimatley gave in, you dropped your robe once the bathroom door had (reluctanly) closed. Your face looked like hell, your nose had been taped but it didn't mean the crook would disappear, your top lip was swollen and sliced from where your face had connected with the metal tray. Patches of purple and green spread under your eyes like a sea of wilted moss.
Your throat was covered in black and purple splotches, just looking at it made the pain rear it's ugly head. Your hands trailed down to the white patch at your ribs, Robby said it took 18 stitches and it was a miracle he didn't puncture a lung. He never wanted to hurt you, not really.
"You hungry?" Robby asked through the door, your stomach growled in response.
"Starving!"
When you knew Robby had walked to the kitchen you slipped out of the bathroom, robe still on the floor and decided you needed a piece of comfort. The smell of your favorite breakfast began to travel trough the house, beckoning you to the kitchen.
"Mmmm, my favorite,"
Robby turned at the sound of your feet padding into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every piece of you as you'd traded your robe out for a teeshirt that just covered your ass and nothing else. Robby took you in his arms gently, his hands moving under the shirt you wore to press small circles in your back. You pulled robbys neck down till his head rested lightly on your shoulder. You would never forget today, because today reminded you why you woke up every day, for them.
For him
"I love you," You whispered in his ear. The rest of your weekend to come would be laying around in bed, eating good food and remembering how much you love each other, even if you didn't say it enough.
a/n: omg this was so fun to write, life has been insane so I was so happy to get some Robbyxyou (honey) content out!! I have big plans coming but I hope yall enjoy ~kisses
@ebodebo @kchronicallyonline @sceletaflores @that-sarcastic-writer
my dividers are from the lovely: @enchanthings-a
#the pitt#fanfiction#writing#michael robinavitch#Dr RobbyxReader#GIVE IT UP FOR LANGDON SAVING THE DAY#much needed win in this economy#Robby is so sweet gross#this lowk felt rushed but I like it I hope yall do too#No work wife apperance we miss Jack dearly#MENTION OF THE RATS#Whitaker is their son FOR SURE#she really said 'hey baby i know your busy but I'll pay you $200 to kill this mouse i just can't :(' Dennis pulled up in 5 minutes#Anywho#the pitt hbo#~abi writes
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Check out the Hidden Hands AU fic here, if you want to see the actual narrative/output of the AU!
It's a Henry-Charlie centric AU, but the major characters are just as important :] (this is for anyone who's first time stumbling on this post)
Anyway, here's the Hidden Hands AU reference sheet masterpost I've been alluding to for months, kinda! These are mostly 1983-1985 (1985 is where my AU starts, but I think it's important to show the respective differences/timeskip since 1983.)
Here's a post describing how the Afton and Emily family generally are around 1985 (before Charlie dies), in an ask I answered.
The general story beats in terms of who dies first: Evan dies in 1983, then Charlie dies in 1985. Both Elizabeth and MCI kids die in 1987.
That's all I can say for the major story beats! I don't wanna share/spoil too much here, since it'll all be explored in the fic anyway.
Added my Michael timeline sheet here so it's a lot more organized, but there's more information about that and Michael's overall personality and timeline shift in this post.
Wanted to also add my Cassidy's reference/her family here, since she will be important in the story as well, albeit much later.
I hope everything makes sense here! Feel free to ask any questions in the comments/send asks about it, just know that I'm really slow with asks right now.
#sorry that these took so long! but hey it's finally here!#hidden hands au#fnaf au#william afton#fnaf william afton#lisa afton#mrs afton#michael afton#mike afton#fnaf michael afton#fnaf mike afton#evan afton#cc afton#crying child fnaf#crying child afton#fnaf evan afton#elizabeth afton#fnaf elizabeth afton#afton family#fnaf afton family#charlie emily#charlotte emily#fnaf charlie emily#fnaf charlotte emily#henry emily#fnaf henry emily#fnaf emily family#my art
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Today on Tiktok dumps: Pain :)
I made this in mid august over the summer; I so desperately want to animate more bmc but it'll be... a while
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Michael Shelley! Or just Michael in his disguise, who knows? Can you tell? 🙂
#art#digital art#fanart#the magnus archives#tma#digitalart#tma podcast#michael distortion#michael tma#Michael d. stortion#he’s chill#I’ll give him a hug#oh hey what’s this door-
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