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Someone, Someday (1)

Chapter 1: It's Time To Go

hi everyone, this is my other robby x nurse ofc wip, it's been up on ao3 for a while but I decided to post it here too! yes it is yet another taylor swift themed title, this one has chapter titles too lmao. this one is a different POV style bc I haven't decided what I like yet so lmk what you think <3

4.9k words | ER nurse Hyacinth Clark decides it's time for her to get the fuck out of her marriage, before she becomes just another statistic.

warnings: discussion of domestic violence, emotional abuse, miscarriage, ectopic pregnancy. excessive use of the word fuck, commas, and em dashes.

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“Sometimes giving up is the strong thing, sometimes to run is the brave thing”

Hyacinth

She needs to leave. Like, right now. She really should've left already. Fuck.

Hyacinth Clark ran into work at 1902, knowing she was already a few minutes past shift change. Hopefully she got put in the same section as Dana tonight, because she was going to need some help. And probably a few drinks after all was said and done. Maybe a brief grippy sock vacation. 

This evening was too close of a call for her comfort, and she knows she can’t go home now. He was too angry, too close to finally losing his cool altogether and getting physical with her. Thankfully she has a shift tonight and could use it as an excuse to leave the house abruptly. Their relationship has never been perfect, and Hyacinth frequently found herself wondering if she made the right choice. Despite her reservations, she made a commitment and had been willing to try and make it work. They’ve been together for over a decade, since their sophomore year of college. Unfortunately time does not heal all wounds, and it seemed this one would continue to fester. Knowing that she is one bad night away from becoming a statistic scares her - and she knows it's time to do something about it.

The last year has been especially tumultuous, Hyacinth having had a miscarriage almost exactly one year earlier. The day after Pitt Fest. Jeremy, who had played the part of the supportive partner throughout her pregnancy, was a different man when they came home from the hospital. Going to the hospital (not PTMC, only Dana knew she was expecting) with your wife for some mild cramping at 14 weeks and then coming home, your wife no longer pregnant and without a baby, would understandably change a person. But Hyacinth had needed him. Instead of her loving and supportive husband who cooked for her, held her hair when she was sick, and went out of his way to make her life easier she got a cold shell of a man who could barely stand to look at her. She chalked it up to trauma and the disappointment of not having the child he had been so excited about, and he did eventually warm up to her a little bit. Not that it lasted.

"Hyacinth!" A familiar voice jolted her out of her panic spiral, "we're together in critical care today." Dana told her, and instantly Hyacinth knew that her day would have at least one bright spot. Dana had trained her right at the start of her nursing career and the pair made an incredible team. Now 5 years into her solo ER nursing career, Hyacinth almost felt like she knew what she was doing. She could do most things by herself and felt confident in her trauma skills, but smart enough to know when she needed help and not afraid to ask for it. Having spent almost a year under Dana’s supervision, whether direct or indirect, she got to know the older woman quite well and considered her one of her closest friends and an incredible mentor. Hyacinth's 5'10" stature, waist length jet black hair, and penchant for pink scrubs (firmly against uniform policy) was a stark contrast to Dana's five-foot-nothing, bright blonde bob and strictly gray scrubs - but they were undeniably perfect work partners.

Dana had previously been the dayshift charge nurse, but after the Pitt Fest shooting last year switched to night shift and only charges once or twice a week. That day had changed them all. Dana more so than others. The lawsuit she filed on a patient who assaulted her that same afternoon was still not resolved, and while Dana clearly still loved her job she had taken 2 months of leave before she felt ready to return. Hyacinth had certainly not escaped the after effects of the shooting. She was almost positive that she had started to miscarry while working that evening. Often wonders if she had noticed her symptoms earlier if she might not have miscarried, but isn’t sure she would change anything about her actions that day. How could she, when she knows everyone played an integral part in saving so many lives? Nevertheless, working a mass casualty and then having a D&C less than 24 hours later was bound to leave its mark.

"Hi Dana, sorry I'm a few minutes late. Had an eventful evening to say the least and got out the door a few minutes later than I wanted to which meant I got stuck in northbound traffic and -"

"Cinth, honey, you're fine. It's 1904. Most of the night shifters are just coming out onto the floor anyway." She said, eying her protege suspiciously. "Are you okay? You seem a little frazzled, in a way I haven't seen you since after your first code." Hyacinth really wished she was better at lying. Not that she wanted to lie to Dana, but no way in hell was she having this conversation right at the beginning of their shift.

"To be real with you I don't think that I am, but I am also not ready to have that conversation right now. We can talk later, I promise." Her mentor turned friend continued to look at her like she might fall apart at any second (which, to be fair, she very well might) and Hyacinth followed up with "Just... just let me dive into work for a little while. Focusing on somebody else's problems will help me get my brain settled so I can fill you in."

"Alright, I'll drop it for now. If you need to step away for a minute let me know and I'll cover your patients." Hyacinth nodded, knowing she would not be taking her up on that offer. 

They continued walking through the unit, passing by patients in hallway beds and doing their best to avoid eye contact with disgruntled family members. Some people seemed to think that nurses controlled bed assignments, and no amount of explaining could make them understand that nurses are also angry and stressed out about patients being stuck in the ER hallway for days on end. They did they best they could to make their hall patients comfortable, supplying eye masks and ear plugs, but nothing could change the fact that they were stuck in a room where the lights never truly dimmed and the alarm bells sounded all night. Not exactly a restful, healing environment. Turning the corner and walking towards the locker room, Dana turned to Hyacinth again, studied her paler than usual complexion and the bags under her eyes. 

"You're sure you aren't sick? You kind of look like shit. " she said, to which Hyacinth scoffed and replied,

"Physically I'm fine, not sick or anything like that. Just a lot going on at home and me realizing I need to make a big change and it needs to happen soon", she took a deep breath before continuing. “The only thing I feel ready to say right now is asking if I can come stay with you guys for a few days, just until I figure out what the fuck I am going to do with myself.” This caused Dana to stop to pull her aside and ask,

“Did something happen at home? Are you hurt?” Hyacinth watched Dana switch her brain into nurse mode - assessing her. Checking for obvious bruises or other signs that might give away a physical injury. Watching her breathe, even reaching out to feel the pulse in Hyacinth’s wrist. Your classic nursing doorway assessment. A skill all nurses master, being able to tell if your patient is fine, sick, or sick by just walking in the door.

“No - not... physically. I really will tell you everything later, but for now can we please just go get report so I can shift into Nurse Hyacinth for a few hours?” This alternate persona, Nurse Hyacinth, was fantastic at compartmentalization. No room to worry about your own problems when you’re standing between your patient and a one way ticket to a celestial discharge. Dana was aware of this, had helped her form those coping skills. The older woman gave her a look that practically screamed 'I am unhappy about this but willing to wait'. Hyacinth put her bag in her locker, glad that she seemed to be letting it go for now.

“Yeah, let’s go. I get it, even if I don't like it. We can talk when you’re ready, and you can stay for as long as you need.” Dana gave her wrist (where she was still counting a pulse) a supportive squeeze, and they turned to walk to their dayshift counterparts to get report for the evening. 

She really hates when nursing superstitions are correct. Turns out that asking for some work to throw yourself into activates the hospital gods, and not in a good way. Six hours and two rapid intubations later, Hyacinth was just now preparing her workstation for the night. The nurses station was always cluttered after dayshift left, and she liked to start her night off by getting rid of any extra supplies, throwing old report sheets (mostly scribbled on paper towels) in the shred bin, and giving the whole area a good sani-wipe bath. Now that her patient was finally stable, there was some time to sit and finish charting. Needing a caffeine fix, she makes herself a cup of shitty hospital coffee and gets to work.

Not 15 minutes had passed when she hears, “Hyacinth - ICU on line 1 for report on your patient in trauma 2!” the charge nurse, an older man named Jim, yelled from his desk across the unit. She sighs, knowing that she won’t be finishing her charing just yet.

“Thanks Jim!” Hyacinth replied before picking up the phone. “ER, this is Hyacinth.”

“Hi, this is Sara up on ICU. I am ready for report on the patient you are sending to 504.” She said curtly. Hyacinth rolled her eyes - very rarely did she have to give report to Sara but every time she did it was a hassle. Sara is a great ICU nurse. She also has no clue the shit ER nurses deal with on a daily basis. Hyacinth was not looking forward to having to tell her that no, she did not do a 2 RN skin check or label his IV lines. The patient is alive, intubated, well sedated, their blood pressure is no longer 60/dead, and they’re in a clean hospital gown. Really what more could she ask for?

“68 year old male, witnessed collapse this evening. Had about 30 minutes of CPR, started by the family and ending when we got ROSC following intubation. Extensive cardiac and respiratory history, he is generally non-compliant with his home medications. Initial blood pressures were very soft, now he is on 9 of levo and systolic is holding at 90. MAP between 65 and 68. 8-0 ET tube measures 25 at the teeth, OG secured on the right. Temp sensing foley in place. He’s got 2 peripheral IVs and a triple lumen right IJ. Currently on 50 of propofol for sedation.”

In a shocking turn of events, Sara just said “Fine. Bring him up.” and then hung up the phone. A little rude, but Hyacinth would take rude over a slew of questions she definitely did not have the answers to. She calls her trusty respiratory therapist, grabs a portable monitor, and prepares the patient for transport.

“Alright Jim, Dr. Abbot, we are taking trauma 2 upstairs!” She yells, making sure they knew she was going to be off the unit for a little while.

“Take your break when you’re done - I don’t want to see you for at least another hour.” Jim says as Hyacinth, along with respiratory, wheel the patient, his IV pump, and his ventilator upstairs.

25 minutes and one very tense handoff later Hyacinth is sitting in her car attempting to eat her lunch. Unfortunately now that she is no longer operating in nurse mode, she’s starting to feel anxious again. Having always defined herself as 'a bit of an anxious bitch' - Hyacinth is no stranger to anxiety. This is feeling more significant than past anxieties, knowing that her physical wellbeing might not be guaranteed if she doesn't take some action. 

In classic Dana timing, the blonde woman knocks on Hyacinth’s passenger window and looks expectedly at her. Hyacinth unlocks the door and attempts to prepare herself to hash out whatever the hell is happening in her brain right now. Dana does not waste any time, and starts to speak as soon as the car door opens. 

“It’s time. I told Jim that he can deal without both of us for a little while. What’s going on? You've got me worried.” Dana has turned sideways in her seat and is facing Hyacinth directly, while Hyacinth cannot bring herself to look up past her lap where she is wringing her hands. Taking a shaky but deep breath, she tries to find the words to tell Dana what was going on without activating Mama Bear Dana at the same time.

Realizing this is not a feasible task, Hyacinth makes herself start speaking. “I have to leave Jeremy. You know that things haven’t been the same since my first miscarriage, but I haven’t exactly been as detail oriented as I maybe should’ve been when you asked me how things were going.” She sneaks a glance up at Dana, who continues to watch her with an open expression but is clearly expecting some elaboration. “I have had 2 ectopic pregnancies since then. After each he has gotten meaner and more aggressive, and before work tonight when he told me he wanted to start trying again I freaked out. It’s only been a little more than 5 weeks since the most recent one and I’m not ready.” She can feel the tears starting to form and tries desperately to hold them in as she says “I wouldn’t call most of our uhm… encounters this year non-consensual but I definitely was not enthusiastic at the idea and he could tell. I told him that I wasn't ready and wanted to wait a little while longer and he screamed at me. Said some pretty awful things that I won’t be repeating right now. Then he essentially threatened that we would start trying again soon anyway and went to grab my arm. Thankfully this was happening as I was walking out the door for work so I just bolted to my car and got out, but I have nothing with me. Just what I have in my car, and I didn’t pack anything except the extra change of clothes I keep in here all the time." Saying this all out loud makes her anxiety worse, like she's being shoved into a box and pushed off a cliff. "I can’t go back. I probably should’ve left already but I just ... really wanted things to be different and was scared to do anything about it and we've been together for so long and I didn’t kn-” Dana cuts her off by leaning over the center console and pulling her into a hug, rubbing her shoulders and reassuring her.

“We'll figure it out. It’s okay. You can borrow whatever you need from me. Hell, we can even move you out after our shift while he’s at work if you’re up for it. Especially if we recruit Jack. Between your car, my car, and Abbot’s truck I bet we could get you out in one or two trips.” This is what finally does Hyacinth in, and she starts to sob into Dana’s shoulder.

“Can we really move me out today?” She says after a few minutes, taking the time to cry a bit before she tries to speak. “What about your family? Shouldn’t you make sure Benji and the girls are okay with some random nurse you work with all but moving in?” Hyacinth has met Dana’s family a few times, but hasn’t spent enough time with them to really know them.

“Absolutely. Benji will be happy to help, and the girls are both off at college right now. Even if they weren’t we have an extra room.” Feeling reassured enough for now, Hyacinth nods and Dana continues to speak. “You can fill Abbot in on as much or as little as you’re comfortable with, but I can guarantee you he will help. Not like Mohan lets the man sleep between shifts anyway,” she says while rolling her eyes. Hyacinth laughs a little bit at this, and pulls back to grab a wipe for her face.

“Okay, then let’s do it. Getting all my stuff out is a huge step and I think it would help my anxiety to have it done quickly.”

“Then we’ll do it. Jeremy is for sure working? I assume so because he’s a teacher and it’s a Wednesday in mid-September, but just double check his school district calendar to make sure he doesn’t have a secret half day or day off.” Hyacinth pulls out her phone and googles the calendar for the North Allegheny School District, where Jeremy is a 6th grade teacher. 

“Yeah, according to this it is a regular school day. He will be out of the house from about 0700 to 1530, maybe 4 o’clock.”

“Perfect. That's the plan then - our garage is big enough to store anything you don’t want in the guest room. Which is yours for the foreseeable future. In fact, I am going to insist that you for a minimum of 3 months while you find your footing and navigate the divorce process.”

“I'm not gonna argue with you on that. Thank you.” Hyacinth says, reaching over to give Dana another hug. “Hopefully you’ll still be offering me all that storage space when you see how many books we’re going to have to move.”

“You have shown me pictures of those floor to ceiling bookshelves you love so much - I know what I’m getting myself into. Maybe I’ll finally pick up a book for fun. Who knows?” Dana replies, pulling back from the hug to look Hyacinth in the eyes. “I have your back. We will get you through this.” She pauses, but then asks “is that ectopic why you had to take last minute leave in August? I could tell you were holding something back but you really stuck to you story so I let it go.” She had taken time off of work with very little notice, telling her managers that she had a family emergency that would require her attention for a full two weeks. Technically she hadn't lied, it was a family emergency. Just little more immediate family than she had let on in her very vague email.

“Yeah. Jeremy’s sister didn't have to have emergency surgery. I did. The ectopic ruptured and I had my right fallopian tube removed.” Hyacinth looks away from Dana’s sympathetic gaze, not wanting to cry again. She was feeling bad for not telling her, but knew Dana would support her anyway. “Jeremy didn’t want me to tell anyone, told me that it was my fault and that everyone else would think so too. Objectively I know that isn't true, but I was so scared and just wanted his support so I went with it. I’ve never been on good terms with my parents and this situation has made it even worse, I just wanted to feel like someone was in my corner. It felt important that he support me when even my own mom wouldn't.” Dana reaches out and places her hand on Hyacinth’s cheek and says,

“Cinth. Honey. If nothing else, I am in your corner. Always. I’m sorry you had to deal with that by yourself. Are you okay now? Recovering from surgery okay?”

“Yeah, my recovery has been relatively smooth. Other than being stuck at home for 2 weeks and being a little scared of Jeremy the whole time I haven't had any issues. I haven’t had a period since though, and I’m sure the first one will be rough. It was awful after my first ectopic in March, and that one didn't require emergency surgery so I can only assume this one will be worse. But I will cross that bridge when I come to it.” Dana pulls her in for another hug.

“I will support you through that too. Your room has a giant bathtub and there is no shortage of bath oils and bubble bath. I have multiple heating pads and more chocolate than I probably should, and I’ll send Benji out for anything else you want. Plus, I can always bribe a doc into writing you a prescription for zofran if the nausea gets too bad!” She says, laughing.

“I have been pocketing every oral zofran that patients have refused for years. I’ve got lots!” They both dissolve into laughter at this, and Hyacinth feels herself starting to walk back from the metaphorical cliff edge. That is - until Dana says,

“Our break is almost up. Why don’t we go in now, corner Abbot, come up with a game plan, and then dive back into the wonderful distraction that is working in an emergency room?”

Hyacinth replies “Sounds perfect and also terrible. Let’s do it.” As they walk back into the ER, she can't help but feel like she is catapulting herself right off that cliff. 

Abbot is not hard to find as Dana and Hyacinth walk back onto the floor. Hyacinth, feeling nervous, lets Dana take the lead.

“Jack!” She shouts, making the doctor turn his head. Dana generally calls him Abbot while on the clock, so using his first name certainly gets his attention. “Can we borrow you for a second?” She asks while directing Hyacinth into the empty family room. Jack quickly follows and shuts the door behind himself. He stands against the closed door and asks,

“What’s the matter? A patient?”

“Ah, no, not exactly.” Dana replies, looking at Hyacinth.

Deciding to just get it over with, she quickly says “I need to kind of… very emergently change my current living situation. Like ideally before 4pm. I hear you have a truck?” Hyacinth says, finally turning to look at Abbot. He seems to startle a bit before catching himself and saying,

“You heard correctly. I do in fact have a truck.” Abbot replies, giving her a long look before asking “Are you okay? Has someone at home been hurting you?”

“Not physically.” Hyacinth says.

“So if I asked the triage safety questions, what would your answer be? Do you feel safe at home? Is anyone trying to hurt you?”

“Jack - seriously?” Dana interrupts.

“No, Dana. It’s fine. We ask literally all our patients that, I can answer them too. No, doctor Abbot, I do not feel safe at home.” Hyacinth says, no longer able to look either of them in the eyes and instead focusing on the vague landscape painting on the wall near Abbot’s head.

“Alright then. We will get you out today. I will have to tell Samira that I am rescheduling our breakfast date and she’ll more than likely want to come help, are you okay with that?” Abbot asks.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Samira and I get along well whenever she picks up her occasional night shift.” Hyacinth says, thankful that Dr Abbot didn’t press her for more information and immediately offering to help.

“Alright then. Dana, please start a group text with all of us in it and send Hyacinth’s address. We will all meet there right after shift change and get you out.” He says, looking at Hyacinth who nods in affirmation. Abbot turns to leave, but before stepping out says “Thank you for speaking up. Taking the first step out of an abusive relationship is often the hardest part, and always the most dangerous. Thank you for trusting us with this.” Giving one last pointed look at Hyacinth, who is very near tears again, he leaves the room.

“Now that that’s settled, why don’t you go splash some cold water on your face and come out onto the floor when you’re ready. I’ll have a coffee with your name on it.” Dana says, guiding her out of the family room and directly towards the employee restroom.

Alone in the restroom, Hyacinth gives herself a generous 60 seconds to cry. Everything she knows is about to change, and nothing about the process was going to be easy. At least she has support. Dana and Jack both immediately offered to help, no questions asked. It felt good to have people be so unquestionably supportive - her parents could never. Hyacinth wasn't even sure she was going to tell them. She just wishes she could jump to the part where she is divorced, living in her own apartment, and never letting another man into her house unless she deems it okay. She's ready to be happy again, tired of feeling like she's dragging herself through life. Her allotted mental breakdown time comes to a close so she splashes some cold water on her face, pats it dry, and declares herself 'good enough' as she looks at her reflection. Stepping back out onto the floor, she puts her Nurse Hyacinth mask back on for a little while longer.

Before she knows it, it’s 0645 and Hyacinth is getting ready to flip her entire life upside down and inside out. She is doing her best to give Princess a quality report, but she knows her heart isn’t in it.

“Girl it’s okay - I know last night was busy. I can read. Go home, I’ve got it.” The other nurse says as Hyacinth tries and fails to make her brain produce simple sentences.

“Thanks Princess. I will go ahead and get out of here. Hope your day goes well!” Hyacinth says, gathering her emotional support water bottle and pens off her workstation. She sees Dana and walks over to her, feeling emotionally fragile and knowing she could use the company on the walk out to the car. Dana sees her coming and immediately pulls her into a hug. Jack watches this and walks over from the other side of the nurses station, giving Dana a subtle thumbs up to ask if everything is okay. She responds with a thumbs up of her own, but her face clearly has a different story to tell. Jack nods and turns to find Robby waiting for him.

“Everything okay?” Robby asks, eyeing Dana and Jack who are both very focused on Hyacinth.

“Yeah - we’ve got it handled. Let me sign out to you and you can take over.” Jack says, steering Robby away so Hyacinth could collect herself in relative private.

After a few moments Hyacinth pulls away from Dana, saying “Okay, let’s go. We need to start or I’m going to lose my nerve.” Dana nods, links their arms, and they walk out to their cars.

Robby

Robby had met Hyacinth in passing many times, and genuinely enjoyed his interactions with her. Always finding himself looking at her during shift change, but he chalked this up to the bright pink scrubs she always seemed to be wearing. She is clearly an incredible nurse as well and he respects her knowledge and hard work. Anytime he assumed a patient she had taken care of the charting was complete and efficient, all patient care done, vitals stable, and the room was spotless. In the 6 years she had been working in The Pitt (one as a nurse fellow, and now five on her own), he had only seen her leave work in tears once, right after her first code blue. Now, the witty, intelligent, capable woman who he was used to seeing was clearly struggling.

“What’s going on there?” Robby asks as he watches Dana walks out with the younger nurse, somehow managing to support Hyacinth while also being almost a foot shorter than her.

“Don’t worry too much about it. Dana’s got it pretty well in hand. Kid has made some hard but necessary choices and just needs a little extra support.” Jack says, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation without betraying Hyacinth’s trust.

“Alright, brother. If you say so.” Robby says, clearly not wanting to drop it but also realizing he won’t get anything more from Jack right now. “She’s a great nurse, It will be fun getting to work with her now that I’m switching to nights.” 

“Your first shift is next week, you ready? No inclinations for past-the-guard-rail roof trips?” Jack asks, knowing Robby has not worked nights regularly for over a decade now.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I’m excited for a change and to get to know the rest of the night shift crew, and fuck if I’m not thankful it will mean I see far less of Gloria.” Robby chuckles, knowing he will struggle with the transition but also ready to work within the freedom night shift offers. 

“Whatever you say, man. I am headed out. See you on the dark side!” Jack heads to leave, making sure to grab his backpack on his way out.

Robby watches him go, feeling like he was missing a lot of the story. Hyacinth was clearly very upset with whatever she was dealing with, and Robby knows it’s good for her to have Dana and Jack in her corner. He decides then that when he starts nights next week he will be sure to keep an eye on her, ready to offer his support as well should she ask him for it.

What else would a good coworker do?

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To Heal the World 6

Synopsis: Bekah thinks things maybe changing for her and Michael... but sometimes things are not always what the seem to be.

Pair: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Jewish!OFC Rating: PG13 Warnings: Medical Inaccuracies (I took... some timeframe liberities with this one and a few other things). Word Count: 1,575

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Bekah stared down at the pregnancy test. The two little pink lines stared back.

She was counting in her head when her last cycle was. She realized she’d missed it last month and still hadn’t gotten it this month. She chewed on her lower. She was also thinking of how to tell Michael.

It’s not like it was planned, hell all they both knew was that they did want kids together. That was it.

Bekah’s mind suddenly went through all the things that could go wrong. Hell, the baby didn’t even need to be born for problems to start. There was Tay-Sachs, the silent fear that every Jewish woman had. But also, there was career choices. Being around kids as often as she was could lead to Bekah bringing something home.

She moved to sit on the floor and allow herself this quiet personal freak out so she could help Michael through his when she told him.

She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Then did it again until her logical brain took back over. Sadly, her logical brain was also her doctor brain.

“You both want a baby, focus on that for right now.” She said to herself before getting back up and tossing the test.

Bekah looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. “Need to check with your gyno, so focus on what needs to be done right now.”

Bekah nodded herself and got to work. She made her appointment, calculating that she would be around six or seven weeks along. Her gyno did remind her to be cautious until she came in. That the test could be a false positive.

That calmed Bekah down more than she thought it would.

Bekah made sure there was no open drinks, mainly wine, before getting to work on dinner. She was concerned about not having any symptoms yet, but her mother had said she didn’t have morning sickness when pregnant. Bekah took that as a sign of good and disturbing genetics if she was pregnant.

That’s what she was holding on to when Michael walked in. This was all still a big ‘If’ until her appointment tomorrow.

“Damn, what smells good?” Michael asked as he walked into the kitchen setting his lunch bag down.

“Dinner, decided to do a stir fry with chicken today.”

He hummed and kissed her head before wrapping his arms around her waist. “How was your day?”

“Easy as pie.” She said and gulped turning in his arms. “How was yours?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “The usual. Thankfully nothing major.”

“That’s good.” She needed to tell him. She needed to. “Um so I realized my period was late today.”

Michael blinked his arms loosening around her, “How late?”

“Almost two months.”

Michael nodded, “Did you…”

“I did. It came back positive.” She watched for his reaction.

He looked her over and gave a soft smile. “Okay, did you set up an appointment with your gyno?”

“Tomorrow. She’s 50/50 on if the test was accurate, so she wants you to come in as well.”

“Why?”

“Well, if it’s negative, she wants to check both our fertility levels.” More like Rebekah wanted to have their levels checked.

Michael looked at her and when she turned away, he knew it was more she asked for it. “If that’s what the doctor orders.”

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Michael hated the cup. How men did it to donate sperm, he would never understand. Bekah’s gyno had already said his coffee and stress intake would affect his numbers. But Bekah wanted them both to get checked and it’s the least he could do.

He handed the cup off and walks back over to sit next to Bekah. Her leg was bouncing and he set his hand on her knee to stop it.

“Relax, it’s going to be fine.” He said kissing her head.

“But what if I am pregnant?”

“Then we’ll deal with it.” He looked at her. She looked at him her eyes wide with worry. “We both want kids; this is just a little more unplanned than we want.”

She sighed and nodded laying her head on his shoulder. “Sorry you had to ejaculate into a cup today.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close. “I never want to do that again.”

She giggled and set her hand over his thigh as they waited for her doctor to call her back. He stroked the band on her arm from where they took blood and realized his discomfort was nothing compared to her being a pin cushion. He kissed her head and closed his eyes listening to the soft music playing overhead.

“Rebekah Adler.” Michael blinked a few times and got up with Bekah walking over to the doctor.

“Hey Bekah,” the women looked older, like Robby’s age older.

“Hey Doctor Carter.”

“Let’s get you checked out.” Carter started walking to the exam room, Bekah and Michael following her. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Michael.”

“Uh you too, Doctor.” Michael walked into the exam room with you and noticed it was a very pale pink with flowers everywhere.

“You’ve never been in one of these rooms before, have you?” Dr. Carter asked as she helped Bekah get set up on the table.

“No, must of my time is in the ER or quick visits to Pedes.” Michael grabbed the extra rolling chair and sat down next to Bekah taking her hand.

“Well, not every room looks like this, but it is the only one not occupied right now.” Dr. Carter moved around getting everything set up. “Now Bekah, even though I have your results back, I want to do an ultrasound to make sure of things.”

Bekah nodded, “Are we on the belly or wand?” She quickly gripped Michael’s hand at the thought of the wand.

Even through its gotten to the point that sex was easier, it still caused great discomfort for Bekah. Michael kissed her hand and squeezed it back.

“We’re going to try external before but hopefully we won’t need the wand.”

Bekah nodded and rolled her shirt up and moved her sweats down before laying back. She flinched slightly when Dr. Carter started moving the ultrasound along her lower abdomen. Michael found his eyes couldn’t leave the screen.

But he soon realized, he wasn’t seeing anything. No bean, no sack, no follicles. “She’s not pregnant?” Michael asked for confirmation.

“No, she’s not.” Dr. Carter confirmed.

Michael looked down at Rebekah to see her eyes shining. He just wasn’t sure if they were joy or disappointment yet. But he was sure they were a mix, because even he couldn’t fight the disappointment.

When the doctor found nothing of concern that could have cause the false positive, she got to work on cleaning things up. “I can say this, everything else is perfect healthy.” She began as she pulled up Bekah’s blood results. “Hormones are normal, stress levels are average for a woman in your profession.”

“So, there’s no cancer?” That had been the thought that raced through Bekah’s mind at the mention of not being pregnant, that and the disappointment of it.

“No, no signs of it.” There was a knock on the door and a nurse slipped in handing off a file to Dr. Carter before slipping back out. “And here are Michael’s results.” Carter opened the file and read over it. She hummed, “Well, that’s a surprise.”

“What is?” Michael asked.

“I expected with stress and caffeine; your numbers might be low. But they aren’t, which is good.” She smiled at him slightly, “It’s a pleasant surprise.”

“Can I see?” Michael asked holding his hand out. Carter handed the file over to him.

“So, what could have caused a false positive?” Bekah asked as Michael looked over his numbers.

“It’s very possible that you had been pregnant or at least your levels raised enough to cause a small phantom pregnancy. If you start your cycle in a few days, it was probably just a delay in your body caused by stress.” Dr. Carter typed a few things into her notes. “Have you had higher than normal stressful situations?”

Bekah gulped lightly as Michael closed the folder, a slight smug look on his face. “Uh I did a rotation in the ER one day as the Pedes specialist.”

Dr Carter nodded, “That could do it. High stress can throw your cycle for a few months if you never take a moment to breath or even realize what’s happening.”

Bekah nodded and looked down. “Thank you for seeing me so quick.”

Dr Carter smiled and patted her arm. “No problem. Let me know if your cycle doesn’t start up, because then we may have a bigger problem.”

Bekah sighed and nodded, “Of course doctor.” Bekah gripped Michael’s hand again as she got up from the bed ready to get home.

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Bekah laid in bed thinking over everything. But also, slightly in pain. Like magic, as soon as they got home from the doctor, her period hit, and she was now laid up in sweats and one of Robby’s hoodies.

Michael for everything had taken on making lunch and then dinner. Neither was ready to talk about the disappointment, but they also knew it wasn’t needed right now. They would discuss it when they were ready.

Right now, Bekah just wanted to rest and let her body get back to normal before discussing an emotional topic… again.

[withthepillsandthedogs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @trulybetty!! 🥳 🎂 🎁

@wildemaven & I put our heads together and did a thing. Hope you don't mind that we borrowed Clementine for a bit. 🤗 💕

pairing - Michael Robinavitch x ofc! Clementine Davis

word count - 500ish

warnings - absolutely none. it's all fluff.

"What's this for?" Clementine questions as Topaz - her name badge today says Opal - slides a small cup and saucer in front of her.

"Jack and Alix were here this morning and she mentioned it was your birthday. But also, you look like maybe you could use a pick-me-up," she shrugs.

"That bad, huh?" Clem huffs out a soft laugh, pulling the coffee and ice cream concoction closer before taking a sip. "Long day. This is delicious, though. Thank you."

"Salted caramel java chip affogato. Secret menu item for my favorite customers," she smiles and gestures to Clementine's outfit, a step up from the scrubs she normally sees the other woman in. "Big plans tonight?"

"I had a date. Friend of my brother's. He got waylaid. It's fine," Clementine waves a hand dismissively. "Stopped next door and grabbed a bottle of wine, thought I'd pop in here and get something for dinner to go with, and celebrate at home on my couch in my pajamas."

Topaz looks up as the bells over the front door of the diner announce a new arrival and then she grins back at Clem.

"Flattered as I am to be even minutely included in your alternate birthday plans, I think I have a better idea for you and that bottle of wine."

"Selling alcohol now, T?" Robby asks as he reaches the counter, having only caught the tail end of her and Clementine's conversation.

"Ya know, I'm really struggling to get that liquor license approved. There's one guy on the city council that still has beef with Myrna. I can't imagine why," Topaz deadpans.

"Do I even want to know?" Robby laughs, placing a hand on the back of Clementine's chair and Topaz doesn't miss the way they both seem to relax just a fraction and lean into the other's orbit.

"Probably not. If you don't know, you can't be forced to testify," she grins. "What you should know however, if you don't already, is that it's my girl Clementine's birthday and it is absolutely criminal that—"

"Oh, no, Topaz," Clem shakes her head, swiveling her stool so she can look back and forth between the two of them. "Michael, really, no, please do not listen to her—

"She plans on going home and celebrating alone," Topaz continues, talking over Clem and reaching under the counter to grab Robby's take out order and sit it in front of him. "When you have more than enough here to share and I'll even throw in a couple slices of Hazel's lemoncello mascarpone cake for dessert."

"Robby, ignore her. I'm sure you have other plans and—"

"Clem," Robby interjects, smiling softly at her. "I would be honored to share my dinner and have the pleasure of your company. You like carbonara?"

"I do actually," Clementine says, smiling back at him. "That sounds wonderful."

"Well then," Robby grins, holding his hand out and Clementine takes it readily, letting him pull her up from her stool. "Your place or mine?"

[trulybetty]

{ the pitt } may | x31 prompts

jack x mari: They were the kind of love that survived deployments, hospital night shifts, and a thousand tiny fractures—until it didn’t. Now divorced but still tangled in each other’s lives at Pittsburgh Trauma, Dr. Jack Abbot and pharmacist Mari Abbot fight like exes, flirt like lovers, and keep finding their way back to each other when it matters most.

robby x clementine: He was her almost, her could’ve been—until a hospital in Pittsburgh made them colleagues again. Years after residency, Clementine Davis and Michael “Robby” Robinavitch are thrown back into each other’s orbit, all shared history and sharp banter under flickering fluorescents. But what starts as unfinished business becomes something quieter, deeper, harder to walk away from. And this time, the timing might finally be right.

⁂ A/N: currently dealing with a creative slump, so doing what I do and throwing myself into a prompt list with some daily writing (though a lot of this exists in drafts I'm repurposing, so kinda cheating) and thought I'd do this while I figure out some ideas for some other projects 🖤

⤷ AO3 masterlist

001. strawberries | robby x ofc!clementine 002. adventure | jack x ofc!mari 003. golden hour | jack x ofc!mari 004. lake house | robby x ofc!clementine 005. picnic | robby x ofc!clementine 006. mayflower 007. nostalgia 008. homecoming 009. juice box 010. farmer’s market 011. morning light 012. birdsong 013. drive-in theater 014. island 015. photographs 016. riptide 017. coffee-to-go 018. tree house 019. instrument 020. cerulean 021. porch 022. animal shelter 023. lemonade 024. potted plant 025. spirit 026. milkshake 027. orchids 028. field 029. petrichor 030. sketching 031. memory lane

{ x. prompt list }

[neapolitantoebeans]

this is literally how I envision Robby and my OC (his little sister)

idk what age Noah Wyle is in this episode of ER but imagine like a substantial sibling age gap between them

like, ‘his parents waited until he left the house to have another kid’ kinda age gap

[hatoslay]

omg hi I love your work!!

I’m currently working on a Robby x ofc fic and would love a mood board 🥲

The gist: Robby and Iris (ER nurse, red hair) have a one night stand and she ends up pregnant. Robby predictably fumbles the bag for a while but they will eventually be together and happy!! baby is going to be a girl.

If there’s anything else you’d like to know feel free to reach out!!

@antithetical-bolter

thank you for being on the (short) journey with me! I'm happy with this outcome and I hope you like it ❤️

[kilojulietsierra]

So, now what? (Dr Abbot x Reader)

Just a little idea I had after watching the finale last night. (SPOILERS)

Takes place in the scene where the crew is having beers in the park. A little bit of Abbot x female!reader, a hint of Javadi x Mateo if you squint. Literally just a little blurb I had in my head before bed and thought i'd share.

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They all sat there, in a reflective, exhausted silence for a moment. VIctoria is the one that breaks it, "So, now what?"

There's a hesitant moment of silence, and then… laughter. They all laugh. Some a little more hysterical than others. Robby laughs the loudest, the day hitting him all at once, "Now, you go home. Go home and do… whatever it is you need to do to sleep tonight." He leans forward and rubs both hands over his face and chuckles again.

Mateo grins and gives Victoria a little look, not so subtly, "Comfy sweats and something funny on TV."

Beside him Donnie scoffs, "Hot shower, Mom's leftover lasagna and melatonin. I don't care if I fall asleep with my face in the plate."

The group laughs again. Then, soft ,almost like she's talking to herself Princess sighs, "Think I'm gonna put on some Forensic Files, have a glass a wine, and troll Tinder until I fall asleep on the couch."

"What about you boss man?" Abbot elbows Robby and takes another drink of beer.

"Me? Oh I'm just gonna go home, and go to bed. Try not to wake up until Monday." He sets his beer down so he can do exactly that.

Samira speaks up, "What about you Dr. Abbot?"

Jack takes a deep breath and nods, "I am going to go home, take a hot shower, heat up the dinner I was supposed to eat," He glances at his watch, "Four hours ago. Then I am going to make love to my wife until I pass out, and if I wake up sometime before seven am, I'll come back, check on my night shift gremlins, see if they need any more help."

While Samira and VIctoria are busy blushing and avoiding eye contact entirely, Jack and Robby cheers with what's left of their beer.

A black truck pulls up on the street between the hospital and the park. "Speak of the devil." Robby chuckles as he picks up his bag.

Abbot looks over his shoulder and smirks, "I'm gonna tell her you said that."

"Go right ahead, we've called each other worse." Robby smiles and stands up as the truck door slams behind them.

A pretty, young woman walks around the back of the truck in a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie, twirling a simple black cane in one hand like a baton. "So, my mama was right, only hoodlums hang out in the park after dark."

"Watch it." Donnie snarked back at her as she approached. Jack just smiled and finished cleaning the blood off his shoe.

Mateo waved, "Hey Mrs. A."

She met Robby half way and he wrapped her up in a big hug, "Hey trouble."

"Look who's talking." He teased her as he gave her an extra squeeze. "Make sure he takes it easy tonight."

"You know I'll try." Her voice was soft and maybe a little tired. Like she'd been patiently, anxiously, waiting to hear something, anything, while she had been stuck at home. "Take care of yourself." She rubbed his back as they pulled apart. As Robby walked away she walked over to the bench and squeezed onto the end next to Princess. "Everybody okay?"

For the most part everyone just nods, Princess leans her head on her shoulder and closes her eyes. Jacks wife just smiles and leans her own head against Princess's. "Anyone need a ride home?"

All around the group pretty much shakes their head, "I think we're goin' to hang out here for awhile Mrs. A." Matteo gives her a smile.

"Ok." She returns the smile like she gets it. She does. "How about you Doc?" She shifts her gaze to her husband in the bench across from hers.

He doesn't flinch under her gaze, he knows she's triaging him as they sit. She's looking at his posture, his eyes, his facial expression, he's already taken the prosthesis off and he knows that tells her a lot, "Waitin' on you." Jack gives her a grin and a wink.

WIth a nod she gives Princess a hug, it's awakard at their angle but they both smile. When she stands up she flips the cane end over end like she's done it a thousand times and holds the grip out towards him, "You want this or you gonna put that back on?"

Jack just groans, "Just help me up." He held his right hand out and she took it. They locked their hands around eachother's forearm and she set her feet to take his weight as she helped him up. He took his cane and leaned on it, not so sneakily watching her ass as she bent over to grab his backpack and hand it to him. "C'mere." He used her grip on the bag to tug her to him for a quck kiss and a little tap on the ass. Like he didn't think twice about the PDA in front of his coworkers he turned around. "You kids stay out of trouble. Go home and get some sleep." He gave each of the others a look, an easy smile as he shouldered his bag. "You did good today."

Beside him his wife grabbed his prosthesis off the bench where he'd stood it and gave everyone a wave, "Night guys." Then walked with Jack to his truck where she stood by as he opened the passenger door and climbed inside.

The others watched as she walked around the front of the truck, Jacks truck, and climbed into the drivers seat.

Samira watched as the truck started up and drove away, "That's Dr. Abbots wife?"

Donnie and Mateo both nodded. Princess spoke up, "She was his physical therapist at Walter Reid. Very young. Very sexy. Very scandalous." She chuckled at the other girls expressions and took a sip of her beer. "Don't worry, one of these days it'll be our turn."

Victoria might not have seen the slight blush on Mateo's cheeks, but it was there. Princess and Donnie shared a knowing looke, tapped their beer cans together in a cheers and sat in the dark, listening to the chatter and the sound of sirens running code 3 in the distance.

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[justablognothingweirdhere]

Jack hitting his head and getting a TBI during the explosion that cost him his leg. He wakes up in the hospital with a pretty bad case of amnesia due to it and doesn’t remember anything… except for Robby, who he insists is his boyfriend and that the hospital calls. They listen and call Robby, who is very concerned and very confused because Jack is his best friend, not his boyfriend (although he wishes he was). He shows up to the hospital (he would’ve showed up no matter what- Jack was hurt) and Jack is saying how much he missed him and loves him and how he’s so glad he’s here. He really, truly thinks that Robby’s his boyfriend and Robby wants to correct him, but can’t quite bring himself to. After all, the guy just lost his leg and has no memory of anyone besides Robby, telling him the truth almost seems more cruel than just going along with it, considering the circumstances.

This the leads to Robby pretending to be Jack’s boyfriend while Jack recovers because what else is he supposed to do? Eventually, however, the amnesia wears off and Jack realizes the truth. He’s embarrassed and apologizes to Robby, but Robby has gotten used to them being together by now and can’t let it go that easily. He confesses his feeling for Jack for real and Jack obviously reciprocates and they lives happily ever after.

[hijadelverano]

A secret place, just for them

Summary: two lonely souls met in their most sacred place and suddenly, it was like they knew each other forever

World count: 1.6k

Warnings: it's just a lot of fluff and a lot of reflection on what literature means to them (and for me, so this is kinda an insert???). My character is latina, I put a photo here but you can imagine her as you want. No beta read and english is not my first language, so sorry in advance.

Note: I have six mid-term exams next week but I couldn't continue living without finishing this.

Hope you enjoy!

We went around without looking for each other, but knowing we went around to find each other.

-Julio Cortázar

When you’re little and your teacher asks you to think about what literature means to you, your mind goes black. The classroom’s answers are all the same: either it’s fun or boring and feels like some kind of obligation. But at the back of the class, a kid thinks differently but is ashamed to admit it out loud. Luckily, those who were shy could write the answers on a piece of paper anonymously. 

Later, when the kids are entertained with their tasks, the teacher takes a moment to read those answers and there’s one that catches her eye. It is an escape, she read, like a portal to another world that has to have a good ending.

My goodness, she whispered. These kids were barely ten, how could they think like that? Those words held so much wisdom and a hint of sadness too. She had a guess of who could’ve written this but in the end, she did nothing but continue teaching the value of books hoping that would be enough.

The years passed, these kids grew up and forged their personalities as the time passed. Some of them changed but one stayed the same. That girl in the back stayed the same, she might’ve grown taller, her body more mature as she entered her adulthood but her soul was the same. She never changed that opinion about books, and that must’ve been the first sign of her loneliness.

She was alone until she remembered the words she carried with her, the weight of the book waiting to be held again. Books became her companion, her escape but also the anchor that she needed when her mind tried to escape from reality. The words grounded her, hugged her when the sadness took over, and answered the question she never dared to say out loud. They were her lullabies in times of insomnia when her mind wouldn’t turn off .

We live and breathe words, a quote from a book she doesn’t remember but it lingered enough in her heart to have it tattooed on her wrist years later. A reminder that literature is everywhere and, whether you're conscious about it or not, it shapes not only your mind but the entire society you live in.

Sol, that was her name, created a tradition she didn’t share with anyone but her. Every time she felt the words were stuck in her throat, she would find a quote, read it, and even print it. That way her soul found peace, because there was someone who felt the same, wrote it, and published it so that everybody could identify with the words.

Those quotes were her armor, her salvation when the world felt too heavy to carry, and she never thought she could find someone who felt the same until she did.

The meeting was so cheesy in a Hallmark movie style. Of all the places fate could’ve chosen, it picked the most sacred one - for both of them.

It was a library, of course it was. Not a regular one that felt too impersonal. It was the coziest and warmest library, each shelf hiding secret passages in between. It was small but it still fitted a cafeteria in a corner like it was always supposed to be there. The smell of books - old and new - mixed with coffee made the place a safe heaven, a limbo where you could disconnect and just be.

One hand already holding two books - quite heavy, may she add - while the other one trying to reach one above her. She’s trying so hard to not curse, too stubborn to get help, stepping on her toes trying to reach that black book that caught her attention.

And like it was scripted, a hand behind her reached the book and grabbed it like it was the easiest thing in the world. When she turned to thank her savior - just for courtesy as she swears she could’ve done it by herself -, she raised her gaze and met the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen. He was older than her, the lines beside his eyes hid an entire story she was curious to know, and was holding his own stack of books in his big arms - was it getting warmer there or it was just her imagination?

“Hmm, Cortázar” he read the author's name, his voice was deep and soft “ wait, this is Hopscotch?” he asked, handing her the book.

She thanked him and smiled before answering “Yes, this is the Spanish version. I’m just lucky they got it here”.

“Never read that one before, I heard the chapters are disorganized and it’s difficult to read”.

“There are multiple ways to read this book, and that’s what makes it so fascinating: you get different stories from the same book,” you said, happy at the opportunity to talk about her favorite novel, hoping she could convince him to read it.

Her eyes flicked quickly to one of the books he was holding, reading the name of the author, and then added “But I guess the best arguments in the world won’t change a person’s mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story”.

To her delight, his eyes widened, recognizing the quote. His face illuminated in a way she didn’t expect, always assuming no one would know her references.

“You’ve read Richard Powers?”

Before they knew it, they had paid for their books and were sitting at the small table in the corner waiting for their coffee order. They didn’t know anything about each other, the personal questions felt unnecessary at the moment. Every second of their conversation was used to talk about their favorite author and the books that marked them growing up. When they found out they read the same book, a new endless conversation started. They couldn’t stop smiling, even though their cheeks hurt. 

None of them wanted to stop, but the library was closing. Maybe they should’ve followed this in another place, but this shared encounter was already perfect as it was. Meeting each other in a place that was a sacred heaven for both of them felt so great. It was like fate, God or whoever had the power, decided to finally gift them some grace and cross their road. 

So here they stood, outside the library, looking at each other while finding the courage to say goodbye. Their way back home was in opposite directions which saddened them. Suddenly she was nervous,  gripping the plastic bag in her right hand a little too tight.

“I’ve just realized I don’t know your name” she said and they laughed.

“Let me do this right,”  he extended his hand. “I’m Michael Robinavitch, but my friends call me Robby.”

“Sol Torres, you can call me Sol but my friends like to annoy me with Sunny” she said, grabbing his hand. Their touch felt electric against their skin like it was sealing something they couldn’t name yet but they accepted it either way.

Here goes nothing, she thought before extending a bag to him “This is for you”, God she could feel her cheeks getting warmer at every second. He was definitely surprised, his eyes going from the bag to look at her face and to the bag again.

Robby.exe had stopped working. 

It took him many seconds for his brain to send a signal to his hand and finally grab the bag. He was beyond surprised, his face didn’t even try to hide it. When he took the book out of the plastic bag, he went speechless.

“Hopscotch? How - When?” he stuttered while looking at the brand new edition of the Cortázar book, this one in english, that initiated everything just mere hours ago.

“When you went to the bathroom” she explained, omitting the fact that she almost ran to the counter and asked the girl on the counter to help her. The librarian, already sensing the vibes, just said I got you girl and when Robby came back to the table, he didn’t notice the new plastic bag beside her.

“I can’t accept this” you are telling him that she bought the same book, her favorite, in both Spanish and English so that she could give him an edition he could read? The heart inside him woke up from its slumber and started beating so hard that all of Pittsburgh could hear it.

This woman can’t be real.

“Open the book,” she said, her voice was soft, no longer nervous as before. He did as she said (on a parallel note, he vowed to forever answer her commands, but he pushed that thought to the bottom of his brain quickly as his heart could deal with that right now) and opened the book, speechless again. “See that number? I expect a text when you finish the book”

“And if I want to call you instead?”

It was already night outside, but her smile, oh her smile, was just as bright as the sun - a true honor to her name.

Without knowing, their little bookclub became their lifeline, a little paradise only for the two of them, where they could hide when the world became too much. Little by little, they learned about each other, every quote they shared came with a story of their past and present. By the end of the day, these two souls weren’t lonely anymore, for they found their true companion to carry the weight they felt. 

In literature, they have an escape and that’s where they found each other.

[bertoltblecht]

On Call - One

Characters - Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x OFC , Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot

Summary - Rose Reilly is a surgical resident specializing in trauma medicine under Drs Robinavitch and Abbot. A series of scenes involving Robby and Rose.

Word count: 1874

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, Very Light Suicidal Ideation, Sex, Mutual Pining

A/N: Hello! Sorry if you know me in real life and this is weird. Enjoy! This is already 4 chapters deep on Ao3 but I don’t want to flood tumblr like a jerk so I’ll post them over a week here to get caught up. Let me know what you think, please be gentle. Writing is someone’s emotional back window, don’t snipe me. There’s going to be some more of this, not sure how much.

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In order to work in the emergency medical field, you have to be able to keep all your shit in neat, tidy mental boxes. Rose had taken a while to adjust to needing such thick walls between her surface emotions and the impossible frustration of their day to day lives.

She did her surgical specialization in the Pitt, trauma medicine. All the other residents conceded none of them wanted her fellowship under Dr. Robby. Idiots. Not only was he the most experienced doctor in the hospital, but he had a commitment to educating the doctors around him. He had certainly committed himself to her education.

It had been more than a crash course in emergency medicine. He’d also caved to her earnestness, her intelligence, and her desperation. He had shown her how to manage the excess of everything that built up inside her and threatened to destroy her. Robby’s boxes were taped shut, he’d been doing this long enough that even when the bones in the closet started to clamber to life, the locks stayed tight. He was impressively good at looking sad but soldiering on and Rose... felt too much for a long time.

Long before things became personal between them, Robby had looked out for her in a way she’d never had a boss look out for her. He was that way with all the people who worked with or for him, she assured herself. And he really was for the most part. After one particularly long, terrible shift, an intern told Robby that Rose was MIA for final rounds. Dana had tried to cover for the girl but pointed the senior attending subtly in the direction of the stairwell to the roof.

It wasn’t like it was high or anything. It was just the trauma center roof which was only three stories. The main hospital was taller. Furthermore, it wasn’t like Rose was thinking about that at all. Well, she was but just in the way she thought about a lot of things - theoretically. It would just be such a huge hassle for her coworkers downstairs and she’d be in, like, a ton of pain. That wasn’t at all why she’d come up here. She just knew after that shift no one would want to climb the stairs to find her and she needed to breathe. Rose needed the locker room to be empty after the shift change so she could change alone and not have to be a human being in front of everyone while they were all exposed, exhausted nerves.

“Dr. Reilly.” Hearing her name from the door wasn’t entirely what surprised her, it was the sharpness with which it left Dr. Robby. The sight of her at the railing of the roof clearly affected something in him. Rose felt something she thought might be guilt bubble up in her at having been up here and inadvertently thinking those thoughts, sending off that energy. Her head was full and sluggish and overwhelmed all at once.

Dr. Robby repeated her name again, his tone more gentle but it still made her go wide eyed for a moment all the same - just long enough that his expression softened as she turned and moved away from the railing to walk toward him.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Dana said you were up here, you missed rounds.” His tone was light. It wasn’t a question or an accusation.

“I know, sorry. I don’t know why today got to me so badly,” Rose admitted softly. But it wasn’t just that day. It had felt like it had been creeping up on her for a while. They’d had a series of bad weeks in the trauma department. It was easy to admit she was run down that day, and the sentiment didn’t convey any of the devastation lingering just below the surface, the waves thrashing her against the rocks.

“It won’t happen again.” She sounded like she meant it, and he was inclined to believe her. For a moment though, he scrutinized her in a way that made her want to fidget nervously. It felt like having someone glance around you at your front door, peeking to see what you were hiding with the door propped open just so.

Rose lost the staring contest and dropped from his intense gaze. But he seemed satisfied that she was at least going to make it another day, so he nodded. “Try to get some rest. Good work today. I know they aren’t all easy days, but your progress and contribution here is obvious.” The sentiment sounded so genuine, it made her eyes well and her throat tightened in an annoying way.

The earnestness made her feel itchy. “Thank you, Dr. Robby. It means a lot. I’m built for this, I know I am. It’s just taking some time to…put everything in its proper place, label all the boxes to pack the trauma in.” He’d laughed at her joke and hadn’t gone back inside until she had.

After that, it was obvious that Robby was learning things about her as they went, and Rose tried not to be too aware of it. It would be ridiculous to assign too much significance to the person she spent hundreds of hours with remembering things like her tree nut allergy or knowing that if he just talked absently long enough about recent medical studies in the locker room that eventually Rose would stop picking her cuticles and staring at the wall and actually leave the building. He would even walk her to her car, keeping her from getting stuck sitting on the bench outside the ER for another hour, perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It wasn’t like she was keeping track - maybe he had a whole mental diary of things about Frank’s intricacies and tendencies. He was certainly considerate of everyone she saw him interact with. Making people feel seen was easily something he could be commended on.

Rose couldn’t honestly tell you what it was about her that pulled him in. It wasn’t like she had launched a seduction plan. She had tried not to think about how his attention felt like warm sunshine and it was easier to leave the building when he was beside her. He was married though, so Rose had kept her thoughts and hands to herself. Even when she’d overheard the nurses discussing his separation and divorce proceedings. No one had any real intel, just that they’d heard him on the phone with a divorce attorney and a real estate broker for a new apartment.

The area was deeply grey when they’d finally crossed the line. Her separated-from-his-wife senior attending had closed the gap when they were a touch past tipsy at a bar across town. They’d been stranded by an ambulance that needed to leave them behind and their shift had been over anyway. The details of how they had ended up in the bar’s bathroom sort of escaped her, but the memory of the actual event was captured in stunning technicolor in her mind’s eye.

It was so much easier to sleep after a terrible shift when Rose was well fucked and beside someone who didn’t ask her if she was okay. Sometimes Robby asked it with his eyes, but they were sides of the same coin - of course neither of them were okay.

So for a few months, they stole nights together in her studio apartment, cooking dinner, turning on an audiobook, or listening to jazz records. She took comfort in his warm, quiet presence. Especially after long days of talking endlessly to people, neither of them much wanted to communicate verbally. So they didn’t most of the time. It was easy because neither of them wanted very much from the other.

A single close call had been enough to spook him though.

Robby was in her kitchen making a mushroom risotto when the resounding crack of IKEA particle board against her skull brought him running. “Jesus, shit, fuck, ah!” she hissed, her hand going to her hairline to catch the blood from dripping down her forehead. It broke the skin of her scalp and the resulting bump was already bruised.

“Shit, what happened?” Robby asked, gently nudging her hands away to look. Rose inhaled sharply as his fingers prodded and he murmured an apology as he tipped her head up. “It hit me in the head,” she said, clenching her jaw petulantly and making him raise his eyebrows.

“You need stitches. So we get to go back to work.” He hadn’t sighed but he also couldn’t hide the weary disappointment at the direction of their evening.

The night didn’t improve from there.

Rose slipped into an unused consult room while Robby grabbed a suture tray. He’d been caught by Dana though and even though Rose couldn’t hear through the door, the look shared between them made it clear the woman had not bought whatever answer Robby gave about what was going on.

More than that, the guilty look on Robby’s face spoke volumes. When he shut the door to the consult room behind him, he was Dr. Robby her boss again. It was amazing that just a half hour prior he had been making her dinner and now… he was going to very professionally stitch up her forehead and then quietly break her heart. It was almost like she could watch it happen in slow motion. He finished up the sutures and Rose cut him off before he could say anything. “Well at least I don’t have a concussion. Means I can head home and get to bed. Don’t need to worry about not waking up like Attila the Hun…” Rose trailed off, not making a good case for the lack of concussion. “So if you want to.. also head home. I would just see you tomorrow evening for the start of overnight shifts,” she added, offering him the exit that his posture was all but begging for.

“I think Attila the Hun died of a nosebleed in his sleep,” Robby replied, tying off the last knot. “You really should get some rest and if you have a headache tomorrow take the day.”

Rose nodded, allowing a soft laugh to leave her. What was she supposed to do? Be mean to him? He was protecting himself… his career… her career. To his credit though, he didn’t just speed down the shoulder to the exit. Robby caught her gaze and heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry to just...bolt. I let myself do this without thinking it through. And that’s not fair.”

Robby wasn’t an asshole though. He drove her home, got her settled and, once she was in bed, he cleaned up the mess of half made dinner and built the offending bookcase. The finished product standing beside her couch was the only real evidence that he’d been there at all come morning. That he’d ever been there, for that matter.

Something else to pack neatly away.

They went back to the vaguely defined boundaries that existed before the bathroom hook-up. Robby was still attentive at work, and Rose kept her head down and focused on her residency. That’s what they were really best at anyway. The work.

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Out Of The Woods (3)

Hi besties!! I am overwhelmed in the best way by everyone's kind words and interest in this story. If I had to guess i would say it'll be between 7 and 10 chapters in total, but it's not outlined so we'll see what my lil brain cooks up. There's some more Robby POV in this one bc I felt like it was important to get a little look into his sweet but messed up head, pls tell me if you hate it or if it's unrealistic lmao

5.0k words | Pregnancy continues to wreak havoc on Iris's digestive system. Robby goes to therapy and begins the groveling process.

warnings: nausea, throwing up, unplanned pregnancy, excessive use of the word fuck, commas, and em dashes.

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Chapter 3

Iris

Rest is far harder to accomplish than I’d like it to be. Dana checks in on me a few times, and while I haven’t lost what little sustenance I’ve been able to keep down I am still nauseated as fuck. Sleep teases me with three minute stretches, consistently interrupted by nausea and full body sweats. Samira comes in around four and tells me she’s been tasked with seeing if I can tolerate any PO intake, and while I'm not thrilled about the idea I know it’s necessary. The crackers she’s holding up in front of me sounds lovely to my brain and seriously awful to my stomach. A small bite is all I can convince myself to take - and when I immediately start to dry heave we table the problem for the time being. 

“Dana and I think you should go home.” Samira tells me as she rubs slow circles on my back. That makes three of us, I swear I can hear my bathroom floor calling my name.

“Yeah I’d love that, but I’m not taking public transport like this and I’m not taking your car either.” The silence expands as she chews on her words before filling me in on whatever plan she and Dana seem to have hatched while I wasted away up here. 

“Uh, about that. We have a solution but I’m not sure you’re gonna like it.” She waits to see if I’m going to interject, but I really don’t have the energy right now so I just brace for whatever she’s about to suggest to me. “Jack will be here any minute to send Robby home so he can go to his appointment, he could very easily drop you off on his way there.” She’s right, I really don’t like that idea. But this bed is fucking uncomfortable and all I want is to be able to be miserable in my own space. 

“If that’s my only feasible option then I guess that’s fine, but he’s gonna have to pick me up out front. No way I trek through the ED like this.” It’s bad enough that I have to leave early at all - I’m not adding any fuel to the gossip fires that are bound to be raging on the floor below us. 

“I’m sure he’ll be fine with that. He’s been on our case about where you are the last few hours, he’s suspicious and definitely freaking out a little bit so I’m pretty sure you could get him to do literally anything you wanted.” God, if fucking only.

“That’s a reeaallly long list, Samira. But we’ll start with picking me up out front and getting some therapy and go from there.” Her phone is already out and I don’t have to look to know she’s texting Dana. We sit in silence for a few minutes, me focusing on remaining upright and Samira texting her co-conspirator back and forth. My eyes are just starting to droop, my head leaning on her shoulder when the door opens again. I expect it to be Dana with my stuff, but it’s Robby. My backpack is slung on the shoulder opposite his own pack and he looks like he ran up here - is breathing like he sprinted up the stairs. The words he’s trying to spit out sound suspiciously like ‘are you okay’ and ‘I’ve been worried about you’ and I just really do not have the emotional bandwidth for that right now, so my sense of self preservation kicks in and I interrupt his half formed statements of concern.

“Alright let’s get this show on the road, I miss my bed.” My legs are a little shaky underneath me as I stand and orient myself to being vertical again but I don’t feel nearly as faint as I did earlier. 

“Yeah, uhm yeah the car’s already out front so I’m ready when you are.” Robby stammers out as he comes to stand beside me, apparently not trusting my legs as much as I do. Not unfair but I’m still a little annoyed about it. I turn to face Samira, intending to thank her for all of her help but she beats me to the punch.

“I’ll swing by and check on you after I get off tonight, okay? I’ll just let myself in and come up so you don’t have to move.” 

“Sounds good, thanks Samira.” I turn towards Robby as I continue talking, now addressing him. “Let’s get a move on before I puke in your car.” He nods furiously in agreement, and pulls out a few fresh emesis bags from his pocket and hands them to me. Honestly great forethought from him, a simple solution but one that is definitely beyond my own brain's capabilities right now. 

We take one elevator and then walk about fifty steps out to the suburban, and it exhausts me. I don’t fight Robby as he puts a hand on my right hip and helps me get up into the car and then reaches around me to buckle my seatbelt. To my immense surprise and even greater relief, I’m dozing before the car starts to move. 

I wake up again to Robby opening up my car door, gently coaxing me back into the land of the living. That less than fifteen minute drive was the longest uninterrupted sleep I’ve gotten all day and it was nowhere near enough.

“Hey, honey, we’re at yours. Your bed awaits.” Fuck if that’s not the best thing I’ve heard all day. I accept his offered hand as I slide onto the ground and turn to walk inside. I make it as far as the porch, punching in my door code, so damn close to safety before I lose what little I’ve kept down this afternoon. Robby is quick with the emesis bag and he holds my hair back as puke. 

I manage to choke out “I need to sit down,” before I attempt to ease myself to the floor. Attempt being the keyword, because really Robby catches me and brings me down to sit against him as I catch my breath. I always cry when I throw up, but I’m crying for more than that right now. “This is fucking awful, god dammit.” He takes the used bag from my hands, twists it closed and sets it to the side before pulling a package of wipes seemingly out of thin air and wiping my face for me. “Thanks.” I croak out, feeling like speaking is far more effort than it’s worth. 

“Maybe I should stay…” He starts to speak, but no way am I letting him miss his therapy appointment for this. Absolutely the fuck not - I’d like for him to continue to take care of me like this but that isn’t happening unless he goes to fucking therapy. 

“No, Robby. Help me upstairs and make sure I’m settled and then go to your appointment. Seriously - I will be okay for a bit. It’s already almost five and Samira will be here when she’s off and I promise I’ll sleep in the recovery position. No aspiration risk here.” I sleep on my side naturally, which has really been working in my favor the last few weeks. And honestly if I continue to puke I won’t be sleeping anyway so really it won’t matter. 

Apparently I’ve managed to make my voice strong enough to get my point across because he doesn’t argue with me. Just quietly agrees before adjusting so that he’s holding me around the shoulders and under my knees and moves to a standing position. If I wasn’t still quite sick and trying to enforce boundaries with him I would let myself acknowledge that it’s pretty fucking hot that he can move so well while holding me like this - but I am trying to enforce boundaries with him so that thought gets quickly filed away for later use. 

Once we make it up the stairs and into my room, he sets me down near the edge of the bed and prompts me to sit down. 

“Pick out your pajamas and get changed, I’m gonna go get your bag and make sure you have everything you need up here.” He observes me just long enough to confirm I won’t be passing out on him before he heads back downstairs. 

I feel a little better after slipping on my favorite Noah Kahan concert t-shirt and comfy sleeping underwear, enough so that I’m able to stand at the sink long enough to brush my teeth and quickly wash my face. 

As I open the door to my bathroom and slowly make my way back to my bed, I take in what he’s brought up for me. A whole pile of emesis bags, a garbage bag for any used ones, tissues, mouthwash (where did he get that??), my water bottle and a bottle of glacier cherry gatorade. He has the covers pulled back and ready for me, and I not-so-gracefully flop onto my pillows. Robby pulls the covers up around my shoulders and kneels down next to the bed. 

“Alright I’ve gotta go if I’m gonna make my 5:15 appointment time. I know Samira will be here after shift change but would it be okay with you if I drop in on you on my way home? Would be around 6:30 or so.” 

“Uhh yeah sure, I guess. But I won’t be getting up. The door code is 474713. If I’m sleeping, don’t wake me up. I’ll be pissed about it.” He laughs a little bit at that, and I’m glad I’m feeling well enough to joke a little bit. A good sign, all things considered. 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be quiet. I’ll leave my phone on silent during the appointment but if anything comes up call three times an-“

”It’ll override the do not disturb, I know how it works. If for some reason I need someone here that badly I will call three times but I doubt I’ll need to. Go, you’re gonna be late if you stay much longer.” 

“I know, I’m going. If you come up with anything you need between now and me coming back just text me, I can stop at the store for you.” 

“I will. Thanks, Robby. Now seriously - go. I’m not fucking around about this and being late to your establishing appointment isn’t a great way to start out.” He sighs and nods his head like he’s resigned himself to his fate. His left hand lands on the edge of my bed as he pushes himself to a standing position, running the other over my hair before he turns to leave. 

Sleep gives me a measly thirty second taste of relief while he’s gone. It’s the opposite of restful and I’m once again on the verge of tears - this time from exhaustion. 

At 6:15 on the dot my phone starts to buzz. 

Robby (6:15pm)

Walking out now, you awake? Need anything?”

Iris (6:16pm)

against my will, but yeah I’m awake nothing off the top of my head

Robby (6:17pm)

Alright, I’ll be there soon. Just gotta make one stop on my way. 

I thumbs up his text and close my eyes, trying my damndest to fall into a real sleep. It does not happen and by the time I hear my front door open I have unwillingly started crying. Again. I swear - this kid is going to make me emotionally unstable before they even get here. Robby finds me sitting on the edge of my bed, water in hand, sobbing like someone just died. 

“Hey, hey, Iris, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” The bed dips as he sits down next to me and puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side. 

“I’m, i-“ I pause to take a deep breath, but all I can manage is a gasp, “I’m just so fucking tired, but I can’t sleep and I feel like I’m going insane.” A few more sobs before I get the rest of it out. “Everytime I lay down my stomach gets upset again but I can’t get comfy sitting up and all I want is some fucking sleep!” The last part comes out as more of a yell than I intend it to, but Robby takes it in stride.

”That sucks, I’m sorry. Wish I could fix it for you.” My shoulders shrug, and I’m a little disappointed in myself as I realize that him being here is making me calmer. Especially as I recall that the only actual sleep I’ve gotten today was in his car. Fucking pregnancy hormones, making me all soft for the man responsible for said hormones. ”I can’t fix it, but maybe we move down to the couch for a bit? We can sit up and I can rub your back and if you fall asleep on me then I’ll just let you sleep?” Yes, please.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re tired and ready to go home.” And maybe if he leaves I’ll feel a little less like he’s the only thing keeping me stable.

”Nah, I’m at least half the reason that you’re feeling like this anyway so the least I can do is stick around and suffer with you if it comes to that.” Or maybe it’s okay that he’s keeping me stable - he is partially responsible for my current state of being, afterall. 

“Well when you put it like that… Just let me splash some water on my face and I’ll be down.” And take a few minutes to reign it in - it’s nice that he’s here and showing up but I don’t want to get my hopes up too high. 

“Do you want to try and eat? It’s been long enough since your last zofran that you could have another if you wanted.”

“Yeah I should probably try, there’s some of my favorite ramen in the pantry and it’s usually pretty tummy-friendly so I’ll give that a go I guess.” 

“I’ll go get it started while you make your way downstairs. Take your time, okay?” I take a fortifying breath and nod against his shoulder before pushing myself into a standing position and walking to my bathroom. Robby stays in the room long enough to make sure I’m steady on my feet, and once I close the door I hear him walking down the stairs and rummaging around in the kitchen. While sitting down to pee I quickly fire off a text to Samira, letting her know that Robby is here and that she can skip the check in visit tonight. She doesn’t respond, likely busy being a doctor and all that, but I know that I’ll be getting the fifth degree from both her and Dana the next time I see them. Five minutes later, bladder freshly emptied and face washed of tears, I slowly make my way downstairs. I expect to see Robby in my kitchen, but I don’t expect to see the massive bouquet sitting on my counter. It’s so big that I have to walk around it in order to make eye contact with him. 

“Uh, wow. What are these for?” I can hazard a guess, but I’d like to hear him say it. So much for reigning it in. 

”Well I realized that I never actually told you that I’m pretty fucking thrilled about you having my baby, so these are ‘I’m sorry, I’m a fucking idiot and also thank you for giving me the best gift anyone has ever given me’ flowers.” That gets a real laugh out of me, and all of a sudden I’m feeling a lot better. No less exhausted but a little hit of joy gives me a second wind. 

“Wow, that’s a pretty loaded bunch of flowers. They’re beautiful, thank you. I tentatively accept your apology.” A visible wave of relief washes over his face as I finish speaking, and it has me feeling pretty damn hopeful. ”And for the record, I’m excited too. Scared out of my fucking mind, but in a good way I think?” He nods and laughs lightly, reaching out to pull me in for a hug with one arm as he stirs my ramen with the other. I go willingly, folding myself into his side. We both take steadying deep breaths - me because I’m exhausted and my emotions have run quite the gambit the last few hours. I can’t speak to why he needs a few deep inhales before speaking, but I can only guess that he’s remembering the last time we hugged and how it ended with me kicking him out and sobbing on the floor of my entryway. 

“I’m glad to hear that.” He pulls me in just a little tighter, his arm lightly running up and down my side. 

“In a day or two we can talk some more, but tonight is not the night for me to have any heavy conversations if that’s okay with you. Maybe we just put on a movie and eat and then hope I fall asleep?” I want to hear about therapy, as much as he’ll tell me, but I fear if we try to talk tonight that I will either be a bitch or just cry and neither of those are things I want to do. Healthy emotional regulation or whatever.

“Sounds perfect. Go get set up on the couch, I'll bring your meds and food over to ya in just a sec.” I step out of his hold as he moves to grab two bowls for the soup, and as I watch him get everything together for me it’s impossible to squash that hopeful, romantic voice currently making itself known in my head.

Robby

Iris finishes and keeps down the ramen, much to my relief. It’s not uncommon to lose a little weight in the first trimester but it still hurts me to see her feel so terrible. While we eat I turn on her TV and ask what she’d like to have on, but she just shrugs. I make an executive decision and put on Parks and Rec, knowing it’s one of her favorites. This seems to be the right choice as it earns me the biggest, most genuine smile she’s given me in months. 

Once she finishes eating I take our dirty dishes and load them into her dishwasher alongside the pot I used to cook. As insurance I grab a few emesis bags and put them within arms reach, though I hope she won’t need them. I’m not sure how much cuddling she’d like to do - I did offer to rub her back while she tries to fall asleep but I don’t want to force her into physical contact if that’s not what she wants. She decides for me, patting the cushion right next to her on the couch. Her legs are extended onto the L shaped portion, so I sit in the middle right next to her. Immediately after I sit down, she leans into me. That seems like invitation enough so I put my right arm around her shoulders and pull her close, resisting the urge to lay a kiss on her hair. I honestly was not sure if she’d ever want to be close to me like this again so I just enjoy the feeling of her pressed against me. 

Therapy this evening was just as hard as I expected it to be. Carson, the guy Jack referred me to, seems competent. While I did not enjoy it I can see the benefits and will make an honest to god effort to give it the time it deserves. Seeing how badly my actions hurt Iris fucking gutted me so if this is the solution for making sure I never cause her to feel like that again then I will show up and participate. 

It���s been hard for me not to draw parallels between Iris and Heather, and it’s not lost on me that had she decided to terminate the two situations would be even more similar. As I’ve gotten older, I just assumed that kids were not in the cards for me. Jake and I are on better terms but still slightly rocky ground - and after Heather filled me in on the day of Pitt Fest I figured my fate was all but sealed. Iris has been the biggest surprise and blessing, and now that there’s a kid on the way I feel like the luckiest guy on the whole fucking planet. 

She caught me off guard, we’ve always been friendly but our shifts have never overlapped all that much due to her having been on nights the past few years. A schedule change right after Pitt Fest last year brought her to days full time and we became fast friends. I’d had a little crush on her for the months leading up to Jesse’s birthday party - but seeing her walk in the door wearing the cutest fucking dress, her hair down and laughing made me realise that my feelings were stronger than I thought. Two drinks gave me the courage to flirt with her, and she seemed to be feeling it as well so going home with her felt natural. 

I spent a lot of my session tonight talking about how much I regret leaving that morning, and while I know it’s because I’m afraid Carson made me dig into it a little bit. Being scared is not a feeling I can fix overnight, but I can change my actions. It seems so fucking obvious to me now - but showing up scared is half the fucking battle. So, here I am. Showing up fucking terrified. Scared that she’ll never want to be in a relationship and that co-parents is all we’ll ever be, scared because I'm definitely in love with this woman, scared that these feelings seemed to appear out of nowhere and hit me like a mac truck. 

When she’s ready to talk, I’ll tell her whatever she wants to know. But for now, if all she wants is for me to hold her and cook for her, then that’s what I’ll do. Happily and to the best of my ability. 

Her voice pulls me out of my head and back into the room.

“Thanks for cooking for me tonight, it’s nice to have you here.” The blush that I feel heating my face is entirely out of my control and I’m glad she’s facing the TV.

“No need to thank me, if anything I should be thanking you for letting me be here.” She doesn’t respond verbally, just snuggles in a little closer and I swear I feel my heart bursting at the seams. “You comfy like this?” 

“Eh kinda, maybe you scoot this way so we can at least kinda be at an angle? I’ve never been able to sleep fully sitting up.” I follow her instructions, moving so that I'm fully on the same cushion as her and no longer sitting up completely straight. My legs join hers on the L-shaped extension of the couch and she rearranges so her top half is molded to my side and her legs are tangled in with mine. Sleeping upright is historically not great for my neck, but I will happily endure a little bit of soreness if it means getting to have her draped over me all night. 

The next episode of our show plays as she settles in and I toss a blanket over us, and she tells me it’s one of her favorites from the series. Something about the flu and Ann being her nurse spirit animal.  Despite that, she falls asleep before the episode is even halfway over. I stay awake a while longer, making it through three more episodes before I decide she’s asleep enough for me to rest as well. If she wakes up feeling sick it will inevitably wake me but it seems like she’s going to be able to continue to catch up on some much needed sleep. I let myself lay a gentle kiss on the top of her head as I silently thank my lucky stars that I have somehow earned her trust enough to be here. 

Iris

Fuck, it’s hot in here. My place tends to run cold (because I keep the thermostat at 66 year round) but I am currently sweating like a dog. I peel my eyes open, unwillingly bringing myself back into consciousness. It becomes immediately obvious why it’s so hot in here. Robby is already awake, and I can feel his arm running over my back in very light touches. My head is resting on the junction of his shoulder and neck, and I’m all but on top of him. One of my legs is bracketed between both of his and I can feel the heat seeping out of his hands and into my back. I’m not sure how long I slept, but it’s still dark out so it can’t have been that long. 

“What time is it?” I ask him after clearing my throat a few times, sitting forward a bit so I can look at him.

“Uhh, just about 2am I think.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry for nap trapping you here for so long, I'm okay now if you wanna go home and sleep in your own bed.” His expression shifts from tired and affection to looking at me like I’ve lost it. 

“There’s literally nowhere else I'd rather be. You’re gonna have to pry me off this couch with a crowbar if you want me to go. And besides, seems like good practice for being nap-trapped when our little one shows up.” A sleepy laugh tumbles out of me and he leans over to kiss the top of my head. Between that and him saying ‘our little one’ I’m about to melt into the couch - and not because he’s a human heated blanket.

“I’m so glad to hear that but I really need to pee…” He immediately lets go and shifts to help me up, making sure I’m stable on my feet and pointing me in the direction of my downstairs bathroom. While I’m sitting down, I check my phone to see if Samira texted me back. 

Samira (7:47pm) Omg what!! Okay I will go home but call me if you need me. Also expect to give me all the details soon

Iris (2:17am)

He came back after therapy and cooked for me, we fell asleep on the couch and I begrudgingly admit it’s the best sleep i’ve gotten in weeks And he got me the biggest bouquet i’ve literally ever seen

I slip my phone back into my pocket and wash my hands before going back out into the living room. Robby is up and moving, having found two glasses and filled them both with water. He is just finishing his as I come out, and he heads to use the bathroom himself. I drink my water slowly, not wanting to risk waking the beast that is my ever present nausea. A little bit of a rumble occurs just as I finish my first sip but seems to stay at bay after that, so I walk to my pantry and grab a packet of saltines to nibble on. 

Robby exits the bathroom to find me eating a cracker with so much caution it’s almost laughable. 

“If that stays down, want something more substantial?” I do, I’m actually fucking starving, but I don’t want to get my hopes up. 

“Yeah but I’ll let you know, don’t wanna rush it.” He gives me a thumbs up and he refills his water glass and comes to stand beside me. We exist in companionable silence while I work on my cracker and I can tell he’s trying not to stare at me. “What? I can feel you looking at me.”

“Nothing, uh, I’m just really glad you’re feeling better.” I stay silent, knowing that’s not all he has to say but letting him take his time getting it out. “Andyoulookreallygoodinthatshirt” comes racing out of his mouth and it takes me a few seconds to process what he says. Once I do, I lean up and kiss his cheek. He turns tomato red and it’s endearing as fuck. 

“Thanks, glad you’re a fan.” I tell him before taking the last bite of my saltine. 

“Most definitely a fan.” The t-shirt with just boyshort underwear definitely was not meant to impress him but it’s a nice confidence boost that he’s clearly still attracted to me even after having to hold my hair while I puked. 

“Seems like my stomach is going to cooperate for now, and I'm feeling kinda hungry.” “Yeah? That’s great. What do you want?” I mull over his question for a bit before landing on an answer. 

“Meh I could go for some more ramen, I don’t really have a lot in the house since I’ve been feeling so shitty the last few weeks. And I don’t wanna ask you to cook for me in the middle of the night.” My parents were solidly in the ingredients household camp, and old habits must die hard because the only things in my pantry and fridge require cooking. 

“We both just got 6 plus hours of sleep, I’m gonna be up for a bit anyways. What do you want to eat? I really don’t mind cooking.” I’m very glad to hear him say that, I probably would’ve ended up cooking for myself anyway because apparently my cravings have decided to make themselves known now that the nausea was less in the forefront. And I lowkey hate cooking. Baking? Great. Baking is chemistry - an exact science. Cooking? Based on vibes and estimates? Not my forte. 

“Some pasta, I have some alfredo sauce and parmesan. Oh, and some bread! And maybe some pickles.” He smiles and chuckles at my enthusiasm, leaning in to kiss the top of my head.

“I can do that. You go sit, I’ll bring it to you.” He’s looking at me like I’ve never seen before, all soft and fondly. Like he actually wants to be here, cooking for me, far past midnight the night after a shift. I’m inclined to believe him. 

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To Heal the World Master List

*= chapters with smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3*

Intermission 1

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Intermission 2

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Intermission 3

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Intermission 4

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Intermission 5

Chapter 17

Intermission 6

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

[withthepillsandthedogs]

The Diner Series (feat. ofc!Topaz)

a conveniently located diner. one waitress all up in everyone's business. multiple Pitt characters & stories.

1. Doris (Jack Abbot)

2. Opal (multiple characters)

3. Claire (Jack Abbot)

tangled up and blue (Jack Abbot x ofc!Annie)

only wanna be with you (Jack Abbot x ofc!Annie)

[trulybetty]

may | 001 x strawberries

pairing: robby x ofc!clementine word count: 561 warnings: none estimated reading time: 2 minutes timeline: after clementine's return ao3: linked

↳ prompts masterlist.

The sun was high, the heat not hot enough to send them indoors, but warm enough to settle into their skin—thick and drowsy. The farmers market had been busy, but they’d had no agenda. The drive out of Pittsburgh the day before had put enough distance between them and the hospital that the tension and anxiety of being suddenly pulled back had long been left behind two cities over.

They hadn’t said much on the walk back to the tiny cottage they’d rented, Robby’s hand hovering at her lower back more than it landed there. Clementine's gaze had briefly swept over him, hidden behind her sunglasses, as if he wouldn't realize it.

Robby had noticed.

They’d picked up the strawberries at one of the last stalls—the canvas tote he’d insisted on carrying containing more food than they’d be able to get through that weekend—but Clementine had insisted on something sweet. She’d wanted peaches, but then he’d noticed the plump strawberries in their little green baskets. He’d asked if she remembered the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival in Louisiana, and one they’d attended their final summer as residents at Big Charity. She’d spun around with a wide smile, full of quiet awe that he’d remembered—that smile alone had him paying for two baskets.

Now, they sat on the porch steps of the rented cottage, sweating bottles at their feet, soaking in the heat as they plucked strawberries from the basket between them.

“You’re staring,” Clementine murmured as she tilted her head back, taking in the view of the cloudless sky.

“No,” Robby said as he plucked a strawberry of his own, held it between two fingers, feigning study of the fruit, “I’m appreciating.”

He looked up and held eye contact, and without breaking, he bit into the fruit.

Red juice ran down his wrist.

Clementine watched it trace the line of his forearm, threatening to stain the cotton of his sleeve, but then—before it could reach it—she watched his tongue swipe the blossoming red trail with his tongue, slow and unbothered.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively.

Heat buzzed between them, not the threat of summer heat pushing out spring, but something else all together—somethng that had been simmering since the day they first met all those years ago.

“You’re making a mess,” she said.

“That’s the whole point,” Robby replied, the glint in his eyes unmistakable as he sucked the juice off of his thumb.

Clementine’s breath hitched.

He reached down, plucking another strawberry from the carton and held it to her lips.

She arched an eyebrow, but parted her lips.

Bit down.

This time, juice ran down her chin, now her throat.

He didn’t even hesitate—he leant in, stopping it with his mouth at the hollow of her throat. Her breath caught, and the sound that escaped her was caught between a laugh and something else entirely.

The sun beat down. The air was too still, and Clementine could hear a bee buzzing lazily nearby.

“You’re something else, you know that?” she said, breathless.

Robby placed a kiss to the underside of her jaw, and she could feel the grin against her skin, “Something else entirely,” he corrected, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her where his lips had just been.

She grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer. He let her. Let her press sticky fingers to the back of his neck, let her tilt her head to catch his mouth again.

When they broke apart, she was flushed.

So was he.

[booksandteaandtears]

Masterlist

Hi, welcome to my creative outlet! I'm a law student who's trying to write things that aren't just legal arguments. I get inspired by what I watch and read, so the list is somewhat random. Some are x reader, some are with original characters. Your reblogs mean the world to me❤️

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❃ list below the cut!

The Pitt

❃ Dr. Robby

Dr. Michael Robinavitch x f!prosecutor!reader

Teaching Hospital Building Something A much needed conversation You're my only you A proposal

improvements (Doctor Robby x the new chief medical officer)

part 1 (coming soonish) part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

A Sunday Kind of Love

In sickness and in health

❃ Dr. Abbot

Dr. Jack Abbot x famous!wife

And to my darling husband! instagram

Dr Jack Abbot x sunshine f!attending!wife!reader

That's your wife? sunshine version Close calls: the first time Close calls: the second time Close calls: the third time (coming later)

That's your wife? thunder version (Dr. Jack Abbot x f!attending!wife!reader)

Makeshift veterinarian (Dr. Jack Abbot x f!cop!reader)

❃ Dr. Santos

medical malpractice (coming later)

E.R.

❃ Dr. Carter

a love lost

Peaky Blinders

❃ Tommy Shelby - series (on hold for now)

When the Bleak Midwinter has Passed (Tommy Shelby x ofc)

[m-robinavitch]

and because im greedy…. Only if u want to ofc… ❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜ with Robby…. going crayzee

we’re doing Thirsty Thursday this week with these prompts. Send me a character and a prompt and I’ll write a little blurb!

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

You shouldn’t be doing this.

Fucking your senior attending in the supply room- praying no one walks in because Robby has your back pressed against the shelves, pants discarded in a pile while your scrub top has been dragged above your chest to give him unfortunate access to drag his beard along your skin.

You absolutely should not be doing this.

But it felt so good. It felt good when Robby would brush against your back as he passed behind you. It felt good when he would bring his lips against your ear so whisper praise for a successful chest tube placement. And it felt so fucking good right now when he slowly shoved his cock inside you.

“Fuck,” he dropped his head to your neck, groaning from the way your velvety wet walls clenched around him, “m’not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.” You couldn’t help it. The stretch was delicious. No matter how many times Robby fucked you, no matter how his cock has carved out a home inside your pussy- the thick length of him stretched you so much that you clench at just the mere idea of fucking him.

“Can’t, fuck- can’t help it- s’too much,” you sounded whinier than you wanted. Head lulling back to rest against the shelving as Robby started a brutal pace. You didn’t have much time. Maybe 5 minutes before someone came looking for one of you but it was hard to care. The slap of his hips against yours echoed along the small room, heavy panting and wet tongues moving against each other creating sinful melody of pleasure that- if someone pressed their ear against the door, could not be mistake for anything else other than fucking.

“Gotta cum for me pretty girl, okay?” Mumbling words into your neck- Robby had to hold his orgasm for a fast thrust or two longer because he needed that burst of euphoria from you to urge him on. He needed you cum around his cock like he promised he’d make you do before he could spill his hot cum inside you like he’s been wanting do all shift. He could feel you tighten around him- those unfair noises and perfect moans escaping your pretty lips, taunting him to cum before you’re ready for him. He’ll make it up to you later.