#robby x ofc

[cablewintersoldier]

Too Sweet 1/? (RobbyxOFC)

She wanted to make a good impression on her first day; she didn’t expect it would be because she came in on a gurney, giving chest compressions to a patient that coded in the ambulance. 

She was hollering out code instructions to the nurses that came over to assist, and shortly a male doctor, towering over her even on the gurney, came over and lifted her carefully off the gurney onto the floor. She looked up at him, way up, and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Everly Taylor, third year resident, nice to meet you,” she introduced herself, and the tall doctor gave a look of semi-recognition. At least he knew she was coming. 

“Dr. Robinavich, everyone calls me Dr. Robby or Robby. I’m the Chief Attending on Day Shift. Think that means you’ll be working with me most of the time.”

“Dr. Robby, I’ve heard great things about you. I’m excited to see what new adventures the ED brings me,” Everly smiled again, her dimples showing as she did. 

“Tell me, how did you end up in the back of an ambulance giving one of our patient’s CPR?” He asked her, crossing his arms across his chest. 

Everly shrugged. “I was walking here, saw a kid crash his e-scooter, called 911 and asked for a lift since they were coming here anyway. He coded en route, and I’m little enough that I needed to be on the gurney to get some good pressure.” 

Robby looked her up and down, mostly down as she was a meager five feet tall to his six feet tall. Everly only then realized she was wearing tiny shorts and a tank top. “Yeah, I can see that. Well you may have saved that kid’s life, so congratulations, and welcome to the Pitt. Go get suited up and we’ll do introductions and get you started on some cases, starting with e-scooter kid.”

Everly went towards where Robby pointed, finding the locker room. She grabbed an empty locker, putting her purse inside and grabbing her scrubs, pulling them on over her shorts and tank. Then she locked up the locker, put her cellphone on mute and into her pocket, and then walked back out to the main hub, putting her blonde hair up in a ponytail so it was out of the way. 

Robby was waiting for her at the nurse’s station, as was another blonde lady with a big RN badge. 

“Dr. Taylor, this is Dana, our charge nurse. She runs the Pitt, whatever she says goes.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Everly said, waving slightly at the other woman. Dana gave a warm smile, before her phone went off and she stepped away to answer it. 

“Let’s see who else we can find,” Robby said, leading Everly around the Pitt, giving a tour of the different rooms and areas. She met Dr. Collins and Dr. Langdon, both working on a man with a GSW to the leg. Then she met Dr. Mohan, who gave her a hug as she was introduced, and then Dr. King, who seemed just as excited to see Everly as Everly was to be there.

“Well that’s really everyone on shift at the moment, you’ll probably meet some of the night crew when they come in tonight. Why don’t you go check on e-scooter kid, and I’ll come over in a bit and help out,” Robby instructed, and Everly perked up, ready to work.

“Yes sir!” She jogged off to central one where the kid had been placed while the nurses and Dr. King brought him back from coding. He was now intubated and unconscious, but stable. 

Dana walked over to Robby, patting him on the arm to alert him to her presence. “She’s a cutie,” Dana began, and Robby just looked at her. “Don’t start.”

“What? She is, so short and full of energy. She might be just what you need to get outta this funk you’re in.”

“I am not in a funk,” Robby disagreed, but his frown said otherwise. 

“Sure…” Dana went back to her station, talking with Perlah and Princess about what they were to do next.

Robby went over to central one, peeking in, and seeing Everly cleaning a long cut on the patient’s arm, a suture kit next to her ready to go. Mateo was in there with her, handing her gauze as requested it. They were laughing about something, seemingly something Mateo had said, as he looked slightly smug. 

Robby immediately felt a surge of something, he didn’t know what, but it made him step into the room and clear his throat to get their attention. 

Everly and Mateo looked up at Robby, both still smiling. “What’s up Dr. Robby?” Mateo asked, being friendly. 

“Just checking on my new resident, seeing how things are going in here,” Robby explained, although he knew there was a different reason for checking on her, he just wasn’t sure what it was. 

“All good here, just a couple sutures. He’ll be heading up to surgery soon.”

“Good,” Robby ran his hand through his hair, unsure what else to do, so he just walked out, leaving the newbie with Mateo. 

Robby wasn’t blind. Dr. Taylor was hot, smoking hot, and Mateo was an attractive guy. It seemed likely they would at least be friendly, based on their similar ages, if not hook up. Robby didn’t like that thought at all. He got called to a STEMI and his mind immediately switched back to work and focus. 

He saw Dr. Taylor a couple more times throughout the day, where she emphasized to him to “Please call me Everly, Dr. Taylor is so formal!”. She had a glow about her, like a tiny little fairy, floating around the Pitt suturing wounds here, intubating there, and even at one point holding onto some sawed off fingers. Never did he see her without a smile, or at least a happy look to her. 

Everyone noticed, especially Dana and Collins. They ganged up on him, coming up on either side of him at the nurse’s station. 

“So…” Collins prompted, and Robby just looked at her.

“So what?”

“What do you think of her?”

“I don’t know, I’ve only known her briefly for a couple hours,” Robby answered diplomatically. 

Dana and Collins both groaned in disappointment. 

“Come on Robby, you’ve been watching her all day, you gotta think something about her,” Dana explained.

“I’m watching her because she’s my new resident, and I watch all my residents, including you, Collins,” he pointed out, crossing his arms across his chest.

“She’s a cutie, so smiley and full of joy,” Dana was watching Everly as she flitted across the Pitt, helping Langdon with a little boy that swallowed some magnets. “Good with kids, too.”

“You two are worse than Perlah and Princess,” Robby complained, walking away towards Mohan to see what was taking her so long with her patient.

“I give it two weeks,” Collins bet.

“Nah, I think it’s gonna be a couple months. He’s so uptight,” Dana countered. They began the betting pool over/under on whether Robby would ask Everly out, or continue to be a pining Victorian hero, sad and broken and lonely. 

At the end of the day, Everly was at her locker, grabbing her purse, when Dr. Robby walked in. Everly smiled at him, closing her locker. 

“Good job today, Taylor.” Robby complimented her, and she did a fake bow.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Keep it up,” he finished, turning to his own locker and grabbing his stuff. Everly took this as a dismissal, and put on her jacket, heading home after fourteen hours of nonstop medical treatment.

A month later Robby starts to realize he might have feelings for Everly. She brought him a coffee every morning, made sure he drank some water and ate at least a granola bar during the day. She was the sun to his starless night, opposite in every way, but fitting perfectly into his life. But she was 29 years old, and he was pushing 50, it was too big an age gap, they’d have nothing in common. He was a coffee black, whiskey neat sort of guy, while she was an iced latte, sex on the beach (the drink) kinda girl. It would never work. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t want it to.

[jbarneswilson]

have officially reached the “waking up at 3 am to jot down a snippet of fanfic” robby brainrot stage

[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.

~~

[ecstarry]

the pitt au where mel and langdon meet as camp councelors the summer before college and they bond over going into pre med and they're this weird third thing because they don't really need or look for it to become romantic because they really just enjoy the company. they call each other dr.king and dr. langdon and laugh when the kids ask if they're really doctors because they look so young.

the camp ends and they don't really keep in touch through college. cut to their first day of med school and they run into each other at the library. it takes langdon a bit to recognize her, mel's hair is longer, and he swears she's even taller now, but her glass frames are the same and so he goes 'dr.king' and with the biggest fucking smile mel goes 'dr.langdon'

[bertoltblecht]

On Call - Six

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

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: 4512

Rated: Mature

Tags: Angst, Mutual Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Tension, , Sex, Mutual Pining, Suicidal Ideation, Comfort/Hurt, Where the comfort also hurts

A/N: Edited! I am chuffed with how this turned out and all the lite brite pegs in my brain light up when the characters on the TV act like how they would in my head. Hope you all enjoy! Let me know?

The thought came to her so fast and fully formed that it momentarily scared her how serious it felt. How tempting. Rose never felt like she was especially in control of her passing thoughts, but the speed with which her active mind latched onto the idea actually took her breath away. 

She had never had a panic attack at work before, and she was not about to break that streak because this was hour twenty of her day and too much of her mind was imagining the roof. She needed something else to focus on. As she took the elevator down, she walked herself through the steps of a pericardiocentesis for cardiac tamponade to engage more of her brain and push her exhausted thoughts back into their box. It wasn’t ideal but you could hopefully avoid aortic dissection when the heart was struggling due to increased fluid. It could bridge the gap to surgery by removing some of the excess fluid and reducing the strain on the right ventricle. 

After going up to surgery fifteen minutes before the scheduled end of her shift to assist on an aortic dissection that did not make it, Rose arrived back down in the Pitt after midnight to find that two pick-up trucks full of teenagers coming back from prom had collided in a cornfield. They more than needed the hands and Abbot didn’t ask how long she’d been there, just let her put on a gown and gloves and get to work. 

Hours slipped by and Rose forgot entirely that she was supposed to have gone home. Working with Abbot was different from working with Robby, who tended to coach helpfully through the whole process. Abbot observed and corrected as needed. He watched her in glances from his own work as she twice removed fluid from the pericardium of a teen girl with cardiac contusions and a silver, satin dress. Rose called time of death twenty minutes later, and Abbot caught her eye for a moment to make sure she was still upright. 

It wasn’t until she got back to the charge desk and saw the sun shining through the doors of the waiting room that she realized she was now in hour twenty-five, and the ouroboros had consumed her. Her next shift was starting soon. The waiting room was packed and Abbot was already in the process of getting ready to hand things back over to Robby, who she had last seen the night before on his way out while she was on her way to the OR. 

Twelve teens - five had been sent up to surgery and admitted to the ICU, four would get to leave with their parents, three wouldn’t see graduation next month. 

Rose watched four patients die in six hours.

She collapsed into the computer chair beside Abbot’s station and let her forehead rest on the countertop. “You should start texting to see if you can find someone to replace you in a few hours,” Abbot commented from beside her. So he did know how long she had been there. “I’d consider lying for you, but you look like shit.” 

Fuck. Rose was going to be in trouble.

She was about to lift her head and come up with something rude to say back, but Abbot continued, “Morning, Robby.” 

“Have you not left?” came the response clearly not intended for the other senior attending. 

“Good morning to you too,” Rose mumbled, not lifting her head up. 

“You know there are rules for a reason, right? You can’t just keep sprinting the marathon. Has she been here all night?” Robby’s tone was more incredulous than angry, but this had been a point of contention before and his frustration was evident. 

Rose couldn’t see Abbot’s nod. “Robby,” he started with a warning tone. 

“What are we supposed to do when we have to send you home five hours into your shift now?” He asked with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. “People depend on you. You can’t be Rosie the Owl for 30 plus hours straight - lives are at stake.” 

“Dr. Robinavitch.” Abbot’s sharp rebuke drew the other man’s attention and he looked confused as Jack shook his head, his expression serious. 

He looked back at Rose as she was lifting her head. There was no way she’d heard him correctly; Rose had been awake far too long and her auditory processing must be suffering for it. The empty expression on her face knocked the annoyed one off Robby’s. 

“I asked her to stay on, we had a dozen drunk teens thrown out of trucks and two of my residents are out with the flu.” Abbot said he wasn’t going to lie for her and he wasn’t exactly lying. He hadn’t asked her to stay, but he didn’t tell her to leave. 

“Can I speak with you in private?” Jack asked as he stepped around the desk and, whether intentionally or not, graciously blocked her from Robby’s line of sight. “Go power nap, Reilly. Someone will grab you after rounds, you already know what’s going on.” 

Rose’s eyes stung at Abbot’s quick defense of her. She didn’t trust her vocal cords to work against the tightness in her throat. Nodding in agreement, she pushed herself out of the chair and glanced out of the corner of her eye at Robby, who looked equal parts guilty and concerned. She gestured vaguely in the direction of the lounge and headed off. 

Abbot placed a hand on Robby’s shoulder to encourage him the other direction and into a sitting room. He let the door click behind them before asking simply, “Do you have a problem with Reilly?” 

“What?” Robby sputtered, his eyebrows pinching together. “No, I don’t have a problem with Dr. Reilly.” 

Jack nodded and followed up evenly, “Name another time you walked into work, took one look at an exhausted doctor, and launched into a lecture.” 

Robby didn’t need this. “I’ve had this conversation with her multiple times, especially recently, about how many hours she pulls and how many she’s off in between shifts. It’s not bullshit. It’s important.” The two attendings locked eyes until he continued. “I will apologize for not asking if there were extenuating circumstances,” he conceded. 

“She lost four patients while she should have been off the clock, man, and helped save nine stupid teenagers' lives.” Jack shook his head. “What’s your issue?” 

“That she lost four patients while she should have been off the clock,” Robby exhaled, rubbing both hands over his face. “Do you hear yourself?” Fuck. His day hadn’t even started. “She’s going to snap at some point and I’m trying very hard not to just watch it happen, Jack.” 

“What was with the nickname? That guy and that story sucked.” Jack raised an eyebrow at his friend. 

“I wasn’t trying to be an asshole. It’s just one of the handful of things I know about her,” Robby admitted. He didn’t have a defense for it. He felt exposed when it came to Rose. She had seen him at his most vulnerable, coaxed him back from the edge, and then slipped out the door like a ghost. 

Jack didn’t respond.

Another fragment of information about Rose came to him. “Did you know her grandfather was a medic in Korea?” Robby asked after a long moment, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. 

For a moment, it was Abbot’s turn to look uncomfortable. “Yes,” he answered finally with a shrug. “I like to understand the residents. I even talk to them on occasion. I don’t like sharing other people’s info.” 

Robby sighed heavily. He had always tried to understand the Rose of today. There was a lot to know. They talked. Not so much about their pasts before medical school, but he didn’t know nothing. He realized he had barely, if ever, asked for information about her past though, she had just offered it to him. 

“No time to sulk. Be nicer to her. She’s good.” Jack shrugged. “I’m gonna tell her to go home.” He was informing Robby, not asking, as he left the room. 

A glance at the clock told Abbot he was officially off-duty. He grabbed his things from below the charge desk and stuck his head into the lounge, sighing when he didn’t find Rose. 

Looking around for Dana, he caught her eye as she was on the phone with dispatch. “Hey Dana. Reilly - stairs or elevator?” he asked and she pointed toward the elevator before relaying the first incoming trauma of the morning to Robby as he emerged stoic from the sitting room. 

Dramatic, Reilly. 

Jack hit the button for the roof and leaned back against the handrail as he waited, fingers tapping impatiently against the metal. He relaxed and even almost smiled when he arrived outside. 

Bless her - she wasn’t even past the safety railing. Rose was sitting cross legged in front of the barrier, her arms folded on the metal, chin perched on top of them. 

“Good work respecting the safety features of the roof.” Abbot sat beside her, and she lifted a hand to mock-salute him. 

Rose came up to the roof because when she laid down on the couch in the lounge, the anxiety pooled in her head and the Loud Thoughts returned. She didn’t have the strength after so many hours on her feet to walk up the stairs to the trauma center roof. 

In truth, she hadn’t respected the boundary at all. When she got up there, she stepped under it and spent a few minutes staring over the edge to feel something, anything, for a moment. It worked better than the coffee she pounded in the lounge, but faded as she stepped away. 

“Did Robby call me Rosie the Owl or do I need a psych consult?” Rose didn’t have the mental energy for subtlety. 

Abbot had a reputation for being a hardass and a lot of that had to do with his unflappable demeanor and deadpan delivery, but Rose could tell he liked people fine. He just wasn’t especially warm. 

“Your friend from a while back referred to you that way,” Abbot confirmed. “He told the shrooms in the woods story,” He added a second later, figuring the context may matter. He had his head turned to look at her, but when she looked back out at the skyline, he did the same. 

“It’s been a long time since someone called me that, I really thought I was losing it even more than just from being awake this long and watching so many people die today.” Rose let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, but she wasn’t hydrated enough to actually cry. 

“You’re off the hook for day shift, you should head home. You did good work tonight. No need for you to be up here.” Abbot watched her hold in a deep breath and he shook his head. “Go home, Reilly. Sleep it off. You’re needed.” 

It was succinct and genuine, and on any other day hearing Abbot be that nice probably would have worked. “I need a minute.” Her tone was flat, eyes still far away.  

“You’ve got five, and then we’ll head out,” Abbot agreed and leaned back on his hands. 

Rose cast a glance at him without moving her head. “No one babysits you when you come up here.” 

“That’s not true. Someone usually sends Robby after particularly bad nights.” 

Of course they did. So, where was he now? Rose shut her eyes and pushed down that bitterness; it wasn’t a fair expectation. You had to ask for help to get it, she reminded herself. And she never could bring herself to ask him anymore. 

Suddenly, for maybe the first time, Dr. Rose Reilly did not want to be at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Pushing herself up using the barrier, Rose’s legs felt restless. It was time to leave the roof because it actually felt too tempting, and the other alternative was leaning into the breakdown, which she wasn’t about to do in front of Jack fucking Abbot. 

The attending stood with her and kept silent as they headed back downstairs. Her skin itched with the weight of his gaze, and she felt guilty and anxious even through her exhaustion. Every moment he spent thinking she was unstable undermined his confidence in her. Each crack in the facade made people less certain of her competence. 

By the time the elevator opened back to the Pitt, Rose had lowered her mental blast shields and plastered a blank expression on her face. 

Robby’s eyes found them leaving the elevator and going separate ways while he listened to an intern present during rounds. Abbot went for the exit without another look back while Rose pushed into the locker room. 

“Alright, we’re a little short-handed, what else is new? Let’s put our heads down and get to it.” Robby clapped and sent the gaggle of ER doctors scattering about their jobs. 

He walked quickly to loop around and catch Rose by the exit to the parking lot. “Hey, can we talk for a second?” he called, making her stop at the door. 

Robby tried not to take it personally the way her shoulders fell wearily, but she turned back to him and nodded. He took a look around and then reached past her to push the door open and gestured for them both to step outside. 

“I’m sorry for fucking up-“ 

“Are you alright?” Robby cut her off with a sigh, reaching a hand out to nudge her chin up with his knuckle. The eye contact alone would have been too much but the gentle physical contact made her throat tighten annoyingly again. He was still touching her, and all she could do was close her eyes against the onslaught of concern coming from him. 

Rose sniffled once, trying to turn clearing her throat into a soft chuckle. “No,” she said, mustering just enough of a joking tone to muddy the waters. 

Letting his hand drop between them, Robby paused, mulling over his words. “I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have jumped down your throat. I obviously didn’t know what happened overnight and I should have asked first. That wasn’t fair to you or the work you do.” He hesitated and then pushed through when she didn’t reply. “I know it seems like nitpicking, but I don’t want to see you dead on your feet from the weight of a shift that wasn’t yours. It’s not only about the rules.” 

“With respect…” Rose started and then took a deep breath before looking at him. “I’m not going to stop doing the thing I know you would have done too just because it hurts, and you don’t want to watch. I’m sorry for breaking the rules, but I’m not sorry for being here because… In order to not wanna drive my car off the bridge, I have to remind myself over and over of the people I saved while I was supposed to be at home watching reality TV and not think so fucking hard about the ones I didn’t.” 

Realizing his well-intentioned but deeply hypocritical plea had been what she needed to feel indignant about being alive again almost forced a laugh from her. 

Nothing she said seemed to shock Robby, and how could it? She was practically narrating from inside his own coping mechanisms. It felt like a victory to have stumped him, watching him rub his eyes with his thumb and index finger, chuckling to himself. 

“Get outta my head,” he chided lightly, the whisper of a smile on his lips. He stopped to look at her and sighed. “Are you good to drive home?” 

“I don’t want to be here anymore. I can’t sleep in an on-call room. It’s time to go home.” None of those sentences were a confirmation though, and he frowned at her for a second.

“Do you want to crash on my couch for a while?” The question surprised both of them and Rose hesitantly met his gaze with pinched brows. “I’m going to be here, obviously, and I think you can make the walk. You can sleep until you’re sure you want to get in your car.” 

“You trust me in your space unsupervised?” Rose joked lightly. She couldn’t quickly parse through the tangle of emotions at the thought of being back in Robby’s apartment. 

“Trust you with my life,” he replied easily.

“Low bar, I’m a surgeon, but I could also be a kleptomaniac,” her tone was measured, cautious. 

“I think everything in there is replaceable, have at it.” At least he was amused with her now instead of annoyed. 

Rose fixed him with a stare, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head, a silent question. 

“I’m calling your bluff on the klepto part, but I’m serious. I’d feel better if you did.” To punctuate the request, he pulled his keys from his cargo pants and took off the spare, holding it out. “Call it an apology nap.” 

All Rose could think about was being five minutes and a walk from sleep instead of at least a half hour and a drive. She relented in spite of herself and took the key with a nod, biting her cheek. “I’ll be invisible,” she promised. 

Robby shrugged, his hands in his pockets. “You can’t hurt anything.” He was acting more casual than he felt. The idea of her in his apartment made him anxious, but not as anxious as the thought of her driving home.

A moment passed before either realized they were waiting for the other to say something else. Robby’s pager broke the silence and he pointed back at the door. “I have to get back, text if the place is on fire or something. Get some sleep. Please.” He went back inside before she could respond. 

The apartment was the same as when Rose saw it the first time, but now she was allowed to freely glance about it without feeling like she was stealing. It was clean - he had minimal dishes in the sink and a record, The River by Bruce Springsteen, left on the turntable. He had wall decor, framed photos and a handful of posters from things like an Andy Warhol exhibit and the Penguins Stanley Cup victories. There was a dartboard in the area with a dining table and chairs and enough dart holes in the wall to suggest he wasn’t worried about a deposit. 

For a moment after climbing the stairs, her heart wouldn’t get the memo that she wasn’t being hunted for sport and so she sat on the cold tile floor of his kitchen and went through the list of decisions accumulating in her head. 

His bedroom was fully off-limits, no need to give herself the optional scenery for dreams, day or otherwise. Plus she was being respectful.

She had to take a shower and change into her spare clothes; there wasn’t another option. She had everything from her gym bag though, so she could avoid getting her day in the Pitt on his couch. 

The next choice tripped her up. How long was he expecting her to be there? He surely wanted to come home to his empty apartment after his own shift, right? Even on the nights they used to spend together, Robby liked to stop home first. It would be hours before he’d be home though - that still gave her plenty of time, she would set an alarm. 

There were a million other things her body needed, but with those decisions settled, she stood again and made for the bathroom. 

Showers were hit or miss; sometimes the overwhelming sensory experience did its job of limiting her ability to think too hard, and sometimes it created the perfect background static for her mind to wander. There were so many things to think about standing in the unfamiliar shower. Rose tipped her head up into the blast of too-hot water until it started to cool. The pressure of not being cold always won out over obsessive thinking. 

Her muscles felt heavier and heavier as she dressed and it was all she could do to make it to the couch. The tightness wound inside her started to loosened, exhaustion finally winning. 

Too much of Robby’s headspace during his shift was consumed by thoughts of Rose. On his walk home with a couple orders of Chinese takeout, he wondered if she would even still be there. He was quiet, just in case, unlocking his door. Her shoes, bag, and coat were all immediate signs of her presence. Rounding the corner, he found her on the couch curled up and hugging one of the throw pillows, the knit wool blanket from the back of his armchair over her legs. 

A rush of affection made his chest ache as he watched her slow, deep breaths. He closed his eyes as he pathetically identified the ache as missing her. 

After setting the food in the kitchen and his stuff in his bedroom, Robby sat on the chair and reached out to gently rub his hand over her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered a little and she hummed. “Quit watching me sleep, you’ll humanize me,” she mumbled with a small smirk. 

“Uh-oh, too late, I’m imagining you complexly,” he laughed. Robby was relieved, nearly elated at the lightness in her voice. Ten hours of sleep tended to help. 

Rose sat up as she opened her eyes, grunting as her joints popped and her muscles protested. “I didn’t mean to take a coma here,” she said apologetically with a yawn. 

“It’s no problem, I’m glad you were able to get some sleep,” Robby assured her and sat back with a tired sigh. ”I grabbed food, I didn’t know if you’d eaten anything. I should have mentioned you could have whatever, I hope you did.” 

He had officially said more words in the minute she was awake then the entire last time she was here, and the nervousness in his tone actually calmed something in Rose. He had picked up dinner. Part of him thought she would still be there. She stopped herself from assigning hope on his part to the action, but once again his attention felt like spring sun. 

“I only had exactly enough energy to get up the stairs and through the shower,” she admitted, running her fingers over the impossibly soft wool in her lap. “But I could eat.” 

“Great, good, I’m just going to get the Pitt off me and then I’ll join you. Everything is in the kitchen, help yourself.” Robby stood with a tired grunt to go shower. His tone was hard to read, he seemed both glad she was there and also like he was holding his breath for her to leave. 

He poked his head back around the corner of the hall a moment later. “Turn on the tv or a record or something, it’s too quiet.” 

“That’s permission to judge your record collection,” Rose called back to him, smiling to herself as she heard his laugh. She poked through the shelves of albums, thinking about how he’d laughed at her Cat Stevens collection when he’d perused her albums. She slid The River back into its sleeve and put it back on the shelf before starting the b-side of Grace by Jeff Buckley and going into the kitchen. 

The music was faint over the pressure of the shower but Robby was grateful for something for his mind to strain to make out. The rest of his shift hadn’t been that bad, all things considered. When his mind wasn’t heavy… It was nice to spend evenings with Rose. 

He made it quick and ran a towel over his hair a few times before pulling on an old zip-up sweatshirt and sweatpants. Robby hummed to himself in approval at the album and its relatively high volume. 

Rose was always captivating - confident and intelligent, composed but defiant. It struck him how long it had been since he’d seen her like this though. Barefoot, barely there, but relaxed. She was flipping through a medical journal off his counter and eating an egg roll. He cleared his throat because he suddenly felt like he was intruding. 

“You could have snooped for bowls,” he teased her and reached behind her to open a cabinet by the stove. 

“I was determined to eat all the egg rolls to punish you for calling me Rosie the Owl,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Robby had the decency to turn red around the ears and temples. 

“And in front of Abbot,” she tutted. Now that she wasn’t on the edge of a menty-b, it was time to make him squirm a little. 

“I’m sorry,” he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “That was shitty. I didn’t mean it to be shitty but it was and I’m sorry.” 

Rose shrugged. “It’s okay.” She nudged him gently, rolling her eyes as he sighed again. “It’s fine, lighten up.” She reached out to touch his cheek, he was so close to her now, practically radiating warmth from the shower and smelling clean and safe. 

“I didn’t mean to make your day harder.” Robby allowed himself to lean into her touch. 

Rose chuckled and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “You couldn’t have made my day harder if you tried.” 

He lifted his hand to rub over the middle of her back. Her hands slid into the open zip of his hoodie and around his middle, stepping closer. It was hard not to want more contact once she had it.

She looked at him finally and closed the distance to kiss him. He grunted, both hands coming up to cup her cheeks, kissing her sweetly, soundly and then nudging his nose against hers. “You are being fueled by grief and egg rolls,” he whispered, making her chuckle and half-sob. 

“So?” she mumbled, but he was right. She leaned her head on his shoulder again, kissing his jaw lightly. “Missed you,” she breathed against his skin, feeling him shiver. 

“Missed you too.” He caught her for one more long kiss before he stepped away for both their sake. 

Rose took a deep breath and licked her lips. “I should go.” She gave him a small smile. “It’s still early and you live in the parking lot of the hospital so it’s a short walk.” 

Robby heaved a sigh but shrugged. “Yeah, if you wanna go. Good to drive?” He asked, his chest aching again. 

“Yes, all good,” Rose nodded, heart racing like she had slammed an energy drink. “I’ll text when I’m home. Thank you for letting me crash.” 

“It’s my pleasure, anytime.” 

They didn’t touch again as she put her shoes on and grabbed her stuff. When she left, the record still playing was the only evidence she’d been there at all. An hour or so later when he let himself check his phone, she’d texted. 

Rose: home 

Rose: thanks again 

Robby: anytime

Robby: see you tomorrow 

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SkyFallSlayer's || Cobra Kai || Masterlist

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Summary: Series of stories following Laura “Lara” Keene, the daughter of Johnny and twin sister to Robby. She may not be the best martial artist, but she sure has the knack of helping anyone in need… or putting someone in their place.

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Her reaction to Demetri calling Hawk a 'zero' as a part of the binary brothers joke before he even says anything harsh

[cablewintersoldier]

One, Two, Three…2/? (RobbyxOFCxAbbot)

WARNINGS: smut

“Shit,” she said, looking down at herself.

“Oh dear, that’s, that’s gotta go.” Mel said, stammering slightly. Jenn just nodded, stepping back out into the ED and yelling for Robby. His shift was over, but he was still at the hospital, as usual. He came over quickly, quicker than he ever did for anyone else.

“What’s up….oh,” He began to ask before noticing all the blood covering her body. “I’ll take over, you go get cleaned up.” Jenn just nodded, headed towards the locker room where the only shower was.

Unfortunately, she ran into Jack Abbot on the way, who was also covered in blood. “What happened to you?” he asked, ripping his gloves off.

“Arterial wound in the neck, you?”

“Leg, popped like a balloon the second we took the dressing off.”

Jenn nodded, then looked directly at Abbot. “Race you to the shower,” she said, running towards the locker room. It wasn’t far so they wouldn’t be in anybody’s way. Jack quickly caught up to her inside the locker room, grabbing her from behind and pulling her up onto his chest and swinging her around behind him. He touched the shower first and had a shit eating grin on his face.

“That’s cheating! Player interference!”

“You never said anything about that, the only information given was to race to the shower. I win.”

“Fuck you, Abbot,” she said while laughing. “Fine, go on, you get first shower.” Jack looked like he was about to say something, probably offer her the first shower, before he turned around and pulled the curtain shut behind him.

Jenn went to her locker and grabbed an extra set of scrubs, then opened Jack’s (she knew his combination) and grabbed a set for him as well. When she got back over to the shower, Jack’s scrubs and under clothes had been thrown over the curtain and were on the ground. She quickly picked them up and placed them aside, keeping his bloody scrubs separate from his other clothes.

It was just as she realized she had all Jack’s clothes that the man himself stepped out from behind the curtain, towel around his waist, and nothing else on. Jenn immediately looked away, not wanting to be caught staring at her attending’s chest.

“Those mine?” Jack asked, pointing to the scrubs she was holding, and Jenn tried to hand them to him without looking at him. Jack laughed, and she felt her heart squirm at the sound. He had a great laugh.

“You can look at me you know, we’re both adults. I’m just a significantly older adult,” he joked, taking his scrubs, and Jenn took a chance to look.

For an older man he was fit. Probably the military background: he kept himself sharp and strong, ready for combat. Jenn blinked and looked at his face, putting a smile on to hide how hot and bothered she was becoming.

“Shower’s free now, careful though it was running out of hot water as I got out.”

“Right, okay, I’ll just…go shower.” She grabbed a towel and ran behind the curtain. She stripped down, tossing her dirty scrubs outside, then her tank top, bra, and panties. It was of course the one day when the laundry was desperate, and she had to wear her lacy black set that she usually reserved for dates. She just hoped Jack didn’t look. Then she turned the shower on and yelped at how cold it was.

Jack absolutely looked. He saw her tossing the set out to the floor, and went to pick them up as she had his. He couldn’t help but feel the material of the bra, wondering how she managed to work wearing the tight lace. Then he grabbed her panties and had to stop the dirty thoughts from rolling in. The ones where he pulled the curtain aside and fucked her against the shower wall, muffling her moans with his hand. Her little yelp didn’t help.

Jack put her stuff aside and got redressed, putting on the new scrubs she had grabbed him. The shower cut off just as he finished pulling his scrub top on, and she appeared, wrapped in a towel as he had been, and looking like an angel. She blushed as Jack watched her and went over to where he had placed her clothes.

“Thanks,” she said offhandedly. Jack made a gruff noise in his throat that could vaguely be counted as a “no problem” kind of sound. She was about to drop her towel, but Jack was still watching her.

“Um Jack?” She asked, and he looked up at her eyes.

“Do you want me to look away?” he asked her roughly, and she blinked at the question. Did she? No, of course not. Should she? Definitely, they were at work for Christ’s sake.

“I didn’t think so,” Jack responded to himself, and kept watching her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jenn finally decided to be brave and dropped her towel, ignoring her attending, and started to pull on her panties. This of course put her pussy perfectly in view of Jack, who made a fist with his hands to stop himself from grabbing her right then and there. He looked up at her tits next, as she began pulling her bra on, the lace scratching her delicate skin. He could see impression marks from where it dug into the skin on her chest and sides, like it was slightly too small.

Once she was covered up, she began to pull on her scrub pants, and Jack watched her stomach, the slight curve of it that led to her wide hips, perfect for holding onto. She had just gotten her tank top on over her head when the locker room door opened, and Robby walked in.

He stopped when he saw the two of them standing near each other, Jenn very obviously having just got dressed, and both wet from the shower. He’d definitely be fantasizing about that later tonight with his dick in his hand.

“Been wondering where the hell my staff is, what the fuck are you two doing?” Robby asked, gruffly.

“We both got covered in blood and needed a quick shower and a change of scrubs, we’ll be right back out,” Jenn explained, pulling her scrub top on over her tank top. Robby lifted an eyebrow, and Jenn realized what her explanation sounded like.

“We showered separately! That’s why it’s taking this long, sorry, that’s probably obvious I just wanna make sure…nevermind.” Jenn blushed, thinking about showering with Jack, and Robby walking in. She’d definitely had a dream about that exact thing before.

“Just, get on the floor Walker,” Robby said, “I need to talk to Abbot briefly.”

Jenn nodded, grabbing her badge and rushing past Robby, brushing against his arm briefly. Abbot kept his arms crossed, waiting to hear what Robby had to say.

“So, you and Walker?”

“Are nothing, we showered separately, she’s my resident, just like she’s yours.” Abbot replied, daring Robby to say something otherwise. He’d seen the way Robby looked at Walker, it was the same way he looked at her. Except now he’d seen all of her, and he needed more.

“I think we both know that’s a load of crap, but sure. Just, keep it professional while you’re on shift,” Robby reprimanded, and Jack walked over to him. He was slightly shorter than Robby, but he was certainly the tougher of the two.

“You’re not myboss, Robinavitch. Just remember that.” Robby tried not to let that go straight to his dick, but Jesus he was having a hard time today between him and Walker.

Robby clapped Jack on the back, and walked out of the locker room with him, chatting about the fishing trip they had planned for the weekend.

Perlah and Princess looked at each other, having just seen Robby enter the locker room, Dr. Walker rush out, and now Robby leaving with Abbot.

“What do you think is going on there?” Perlah asked, and Princess shrugged.

“Who knows with those three. I swear, everyday I get a different idea of who is with who.”

“Same. I don’t know who to bet on, Robby or Abbot.”

“My gut says Robby, do you see the way he stares at her? He goes all doe eyed.”

Princess and Perlah laughed at the image, and Robby glanced at them, having heard his and Abbot’s names being said. He knew they were gossiping about them, but since he didn’t understand Tagalog he couldn’t reprimand them. He just gave them a stoney eye and went off to do something. He wasn’t really needed anymore now that the night shift started, but he didn’t have anything else to do at home, so he just stayed.

A couple hours later, and Jenn had been working fine all evening after the shower incident. No more blood baths, and she hadn’t had anyone die yet, but it was still early in the night. Robby was still there, and she knew he needed to go home, but she wasn’t sure she should be the one to tell him. She glanced at Abbot once, blushing slightly, but looking toward Robby trying to get Jack to send Robby home. Jack just looked at Robby, then back at her, and shrugged, going back to work.

Jenn muttered to herself, and walked over to Robby. “Robby, go home, you’ve been here for 15 hours already. We don’t need you, and you need sleep. Desperately.”

“Are you saying something about me, Walker?”

“That you look exhausted and like you could use a stiff drink and a hard lay, yeah sure.” She had no idea where that had come from, and she was embarrassed to have said it. “That’s not-”

“It’s exactly what you meant, and it’s true,” he agreed, a look coming over his face, one that almost said ‘come be the hard lay I need’. Jenn looked away before she said something else stupid, like ‘Hey meet me later in the supply closet’.

“I’m going home, call me if you need anything, or if you get to the point of murdering Abbot,” Robby joked, and Jenn laughed, knowing she’d definitely be more likely to fuck Jack than to murder him. Then Robby did something unusual; he hugged her goodbye. Jenn put her arms around him, hugging him back, and he seemed to almost breathe in her scent before he pulled away.

“Okay, have a good night!” Robby said, grabbing his bag from the nurse’s station and giving Perlah and Princess a look. Then he was out the door with a wave, and Jenn was slightly astounded.

She walked over to the nurse’s station, and the women came over to her.

“What was that?” Princess asked, genuinely curious.

“I have no idea…”

“We saw you come out of the locker room earlier, then Robby and Abbot came out. Something happen in there?” Perlah asked this time, and Jenn looked at her.

“What? No, Jack and I got covered in blood and needed showers. Alone. We just were both in the locker room together. Then Robby came looking for us. End of story.”

“Mhmm…”Princess and Perlah both fake agreed at the same time.

“Shut up, you gossipy pigeons,” Jenn got irritated and walked off, leaving Perlah and Princess offended.

Jenn was suturing an arm wound when Jack found her again. “Hey Walker, when you get a second can you come find me?”

“Sure, just let me finish suturing this,” she agreed, and smiled at him. The lady she was working on looked between them as Jack left, and then looked at Jenn.

“He’s a cutie.”

“Dr. Abbot? Sure, he’s a good looking man.”

“I’d like to climb him like a tree,” the lady suggested, and Jenn looked at her with a mix of disbelief and jealousy. “You wouldn’t?”

“He’s my attending, that would be unprofessional.”

“But you wanna, don’t you?”

“I’m not answering that question. You’re all set. One of the nurse’s will bandage you up, and you’re free to go home. Come back in 7 days to take the sutures out.” Walker took off her gloves, throwing them in the trash as she left the room quickly, completely ignoring the patient. She hoped it wouldn’t tank her patient satisfaction score.

She went looking for Jack, and found him in one of the trauma rooms. He came out when he saw her, and led her quietly to an empty room, closing the door behind them and pulling the curtain across so nobody could see into the room.

“Um, Dr. Abbot, what did you need me for?”

Jack didn’t say anything, just walked up to her and grabbed her face in his hands, leaning in and kissing her roughly. She was shocked for a second, but quickly recovered and kissed him back. His tongue fought for entry and she let him in, moaning at the feeling of him.

Jack pulled her closer to him, grabbing her hip with one of his hands and pulling her directly against him. She could feel his hardness, and it only made her moan again. Finally, she broke away to catch her breath and looked up at Jack.

“What was that for?”

“You know what for. I can’t stop thinking about those lace panties you’re wearing. And what you look like with them off.”

“Is that what this is for?” She asked, pushing herself into his crotch to rub against his rock solid cock.

Jack choked on a breath at the pressure on his cock, and nodded. “All for you, from the moment you stepped out of the shower I’ve been hard as a rock.”

“That’s gotta be uncomfortable, you should do something about that.” She teased, and he shook his head, kissing her again. Jenn had an idea, and quickly pulled away completely, but before Jack could protest she got down on her knees. He looked down at her with a look of awe, which quickly turned to hesitation.

“Jennifer, you don’t have to, not here,” he tried, and she just shook her head.

“From the state of you, it’s not gonna take very long. I can’t let you go on all night like this,” she said, grabbing his pants and pulling them and his boxers down enough for his cock to spring up. She immediately grabbed it with one hand, putting her mouth to the tip and kissing it gently.

Jack groaned, throwing his head back, placing his hands on her head, just to have somewhere to put them. His fingers dug into her hair as her mouth descended his cock, swallowing him down her throat until she reached the end. She choked on it for a moment, before releasing some of it, continuing to bob up and down and jack off what she didn’t fit into her mouth.

Jack was sure he had died and gone to heaven. The sight of Jennifer, the woman he’d been pining after for months, on her knees, cock in her mouth, looking up at him like he was a God, yeah, he wasn’t going to last long.

It only took a couple minutes before Jack felt that pull, and he tried to pull Jennifer off so he could finish up in his hand, but she wouldn't pull off. She deepthroated him again, gagging on his cock, and that was enough. He came down her throat, pumping his hips slightly as he pulsed. When he was finished, she pulled back, taking a deep breath, and then licking his head to clean him up.

Jack tucked himself away and helped her stand, pushing her towards the gurney behind them.

“Nope, don’t got time for anything else, we need to get back on the floor,” Jenn deterred, and Jack groaned.

“I’m not leaving you unsatisfied when you just gave me the best blowjob I’ve had in years,” Jack commanded, and Jenn just slipped around him towards the door.

“I’m fine, let’s go before someone comes looking for us,” she said, and just at that moment the door opened and a nurse called for Dr. Abbot.

“Be right there,” he said, and gave Jennifer a look. “This isn’t over,” he whispered to her from behind, grabbing her ass with one of his hands as he walked by, following the nurse to the next patient.

“Hope not,” Jenn whispered back to herself, her mind no longer focusing on work.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

I would love to see jack abbott with a sunshine reader i adore the grumpy sunshine dynamic.

Like Dana, she gets hit. She debates on telling him, but maybe robby lets it slip to Jack, and he ofc freaks out (i mean, the guy carries an ultrasound machine in a go bag)

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pairing: dr. jack abbott x female nurse!reader

rating: PG-13

word count: 1.4k

warnings: violence (reader gets punched)

author’s note: thank you so much for the request! sorry for the part that’s so similar to the show. hope this was worth the wait!

The first date you had with Dr. Jack Abbott was at a nice restaurant. You two hit it off instantly, and no one in the world could make him laugh the way you did. Something about your energy really complemented his. You would be chipper and fun and full of life, while he’d be groaning about the amount of patients he had on his plate. You were never too chipper for him, though. You were just chipper enough. You knew when to be serious and when he needed a good laugh to brighten his day.

You remembered the first time he lost a patient while you two were together. You sat with him on the roof after his shift as he contemplated life. You held his hand and kissed it gently as you both sat in silence for what felt like hours.

“Thank you,” was all he said before he stood up, helped you stand up, and you both drove your separate ways home.

There were also times when you weren’t chipper. Then it was up to him to cheer you up, though he wasn’t as talented at it as you were. But he was there for you, and that’s all that mattered. Through ups and downs, he was always there, and before you knew it two years flew by.

**

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket when you realized something. Jack was late for his shift. He was supposed to be there ten minutes ago. You pulled out your phone and saw a text from Langdon, something about getting a drink with a few of the doctors after work. You replied with an excited “yes” before you texted your boyfriend.

You asked him why he was late, and he simply replied with “traffic”. Your heart stopped racing when you read the text. He was fine.

When he finally did enter The Pitt, you were there to greet him with a big smile and a tight hug.

“Good morning,” you all but squealed.

“It’s seven in the afternoon,” he grumbled. 

“But you just woke up, so for you it’s morning,” you reasoned. “I love you.” You got on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

“I love you, too,” he replied

**

“Why not?” a patient asked you the next day. He had been trying to get you to go on a date with him for the past two hours and wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Because, like I’ve said many times now, I have a boyfriend,” you repeated slowly.

He completely ignored your reason and continued to ask you out again. You simply rolled your eyes at him with a scoff.

**

You were outside taking a much-needed (very quick) breather when someone came up behind you.

“Hey, nurse,” the man snarled before punching you square in the face with his right hand. You fell to the floor in pain, blood gushing from your nose.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed.

After lying there for a moment, you picked yourself up carefully off the pavement and headed inside.

When Robby saw you, he came rushing over.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed, seeing the blood on your face. “Grab some ice,” he told Mateo, who hurried to do so. Robby ran up to you and held your face in his gloved hands so he could get a good look at your face. “What happened?”

“Just got punched, I’m fine,” you said. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Come sit down.” He guided you to a chair nearby and got down to your level so he could examine the injury. “Can you go get Ahmad, please, Dana?” he asked her before she nodded and left.

“I’m fine, Robby, really,” you persisted.

“Did you hit your head?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you answered honestly. “But I didn’t black out or anything, just a bloody nose.”

“I’m gonna apply pressure,” Perlah said before pressing a cloth to your nose.

“Okay, okay,” you winced. “I’ve got it.” You replaced her hand with your own.

“Any trouble seeing? Any double vision?” Robby asked you. “What about a headache?” 

“No trouble seeing, I‘ve got a bit of a headache, yeah,” you said.

“I’m gonna grab you new scrubs,” Nurse Kim said, and she left to do so.

“You’re gonna need a room,” Robby said.

“C’mon, Robby, I don’t need a room, I’m fine!”

A nurse ran to go and prep a room.

“Follow my finger,” Robby instructed, holding his pointer finger in front of your face. “Right, left, up, down. EOM is intact.”

“Who did this?” Ahmad asked you. 

“Just a pissed off patient but he split so just forget it,” you said, sounding on the verge of tears.

“Hell no! I want a name,” he persisted.

“Harrison Elliot,” you admitted.

“The asshole that was hitting on you?” Mateo asked, and you nodded.

“I’m calling the cops,” Ahmad said as he left.

Robby pulled out his flashlight and waved it in front of your eyes. “Pupils are equal and reactive,” he said. He shone the light up your nostrils before saying, “No septal hematoma. Tell me when it’s sore.” He began applying light pressure to your face, starting at the cheekbones and heading for your nose.

As he got closer to your nose, you gasped in pain and asked him to stop. 

“Tender at the nasion. CT head and maxillofacial,” Robby said.

“I’ll give them a heads up,” Mohan said before she left as well.

Dana began wiping the blood off your face and neck as you asked Robby, “Is that really necessary?”

“You have at least one facial fracture,” Robby said. “With the headache and the fall, I want to rule out anything intracranial.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, but he just shook his head with a small smile. 

“Want me to call Jack?” Robby asked.

“Hell no, I don’t want to worry him.”

“I think he has every right to worry about you if he wants.”

“Don’t call him, Robby,” you said, and he nodded.

**

“Jack’s gonna be worried,” Robby commented when he visited your room.

“I’ll just tell him I bumped into a door, he’ll believe that, right?”

“Sure,” Robby scoffed. “CT results came back, you’re free to get back to work… or go home.”

“I don’t wanna go home,” you said.

“You still haven’t called him?”

“He’s probably asleep, I don’t wanna wake him up.”

“If it were me, I’d wanna get woken up,” he told you, knowing Abbott and therefore knowing he would want to know you were hurt. “You aren’t burdening him, just give him a call.”

“That poor man needs his sleep, believe me,” you laughed a little.

“For once in your life, don’t be chipper about a situation and call your boyfriend.

“Fine,” you sighed. 

You didn’t end up calling him, but Robby figured as much.

**

The whole day changed when there was a rush of emergency patients due to a fire nearby. Night staff was called in early, which meant you would have to face Jack sooner than you thought.

“Abbott! So happy to see you,” Robby exclaimed when he saw him.

“How many burn victims so far?” he asked.

“Not sure yet. And I thought today’s big event was gonna be that meathead punching Y/n.” When Robby realized what he said, he watched as Abbott’s eyes practically bulged out of his skull. 

“What?” Jack exclaimed loudly. “Where is she?”

“I’m right here,” you sighed from behind him. “And I hoped Robby wouldn’t tell you.”

“Oh my god,” he muttered when he saw your bruised face. “Baby, what…” he trailed off as he traced his thumb down your cheek and cupped your face in his hands. Carefully, he kissed you deeply before he muttered, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m fine, I promise,” you told him as he looked at you with such worry that it made your heart hurt.

“You don’t look fine,” he whispered.

“Excuse you, I always look fine,” you chuckled, teasing him. That did it, that made him crack the smallest of smiles.

“See, now there you go making me all happy when you know damn well I should be mad about this.”

“Aw, you love me.”

“I do love you,” Abbott said before he leaned down and kissed you again. “And it’s because I love you, I’m gonna make sure you get the proper care you need. CT scan?”

“Already got one, I really am fine,” you said.

“Okay.” He smiled and kissed you a third time, causing you to smile wider.

[commander-writergirl]

To Heal the World

Chapter 1: Conference Meeting

Synopsis: A bunch of stories featuring Doctor Michael "Robby" Robinavitch and Doctor Rebekah Adler as they navigate life, medical work, each other, and the questionable age difference between them.

Pair: Michael Robinavitch x Jewish!FOC

Rating: PG-13 up to R

Warnings: none for this chapter unless you count the age gap

Word Count: 488

Tag List: If you want to be tagged, let me know!

Author Note: Rebekah Adler is meant to be a mid/plus-size character. In this chapter, Bekah is around 28, as this takes place a few years before season 1, making Robby almost 50.

Also, both characters are Jewish, so please, check your antisemitism at the door.

AO3 Link (All chapters will be uploaded to AO3 first)

The first time Dr. Michael Robinavitch ever met Dr. Rebekah Adler was at a medical conference post-COVID, even though everyone knew COVID was still going around.

He thought her young and figured a boss had sent her to take notes on the new techniques and technologies that were coming out. Then he caught sight of her badge:

Dr. Rebekah Adler Hameroff Family Medical, VA Pediatrics

When she caught him staring, she just raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

And Michael just couldn’t stop his mouth, “Aren’t you a bit young to be a doctor?” When he looked at her, the fire in her eyes looked familiar, but he couldn’t figure out why.

“Just finished my last year of residency.” She snipped, crossing her arms. “Aren’t you a bit old to still be an adrenaline junky?”

He huffed out a laugh, “There’s wisdom in age.” He expressed.

“And loss of cognitive abilities.” She fired back.

Robby held his hands up in surrender, “Fair enough. I do only look older than I am.”

“And I just look younger.” She responded in kind.

Michael looked over her once more, really looked. She came to about shoulder height on him, with a full figure. She had an oval shaped face that would have been hidden behind the dark curls barely being held back by a tie. She was tan in a way most people would pay to be, he assumed the same was with her curls. His sights were pulled back to the curves at her waist, the dip would be perfect for…

Michael cleared his throat and held out his hand, “Dr. Michael Robinavtich.”

Rebekah looked at his hand before shaking it, “Dr. Rebekah Adler.”

The warmth from their hands flowed up their arms, and Michael realized how soft her hand was.

Was the rest of her this soft? He thought before he pulled his hand back.

“Well, Dr. Robinavitch,” Robby felt his heart jump. She’d said it so perfectly as if it were second nature. “Want to keep this conversation going over lunch?”

“If you don’t mind getting caught with an old man?” At that, Rebekah gave him a soft smile and for the first time in months, since Adamson… Michael felt the grey clouds part.

“I’m sure there’s worse ways to be caught.” She commented before heading for the lunch area that had been set up.

When Michael caught up with her, the sun caught on the silver charm she wore. When he looked closer, the shape was unmistakable; she wore a Star of David that sat right at the start of her cleavage. And Michael finally knew what that fire in her eyes was. It was like finding like. If he were a younger man, he would think it was beshert, but now… now he was more than willing to see if G-d truly did want to grant him some peace, even if he didn’t believe in it.

[kilojulietsierra]

Baby, It's Alright - Chapter One (Dr. Robby x fem!reader)

Intro chapter to a little Dr Robby x reader that's a part of my series Save Me From Myself. If you'd like to check those out!

Send Me An Angel (Dr Abbot x nursewife!ofc)

I don't Have A Best Friend (Dr Abbot & Dr Robby and their 'not friends' friendhip)

Summary: You just happened to notice a picture on your charge nurses laptop that sparks a little crush on a sexy, older ER Doc you’ve never met. She is more than happy to set you two up, but you and Dr. Robby both seem to have some reservations. Until you actually meet each other.

TW: 18+ content, age gap, inappropriate humor, flirting, awkwardness, nothing too crazy in this one, barely proofread or spell checked. Don't worry this one's just getting started.

~~~~Chapter One~~~

It all started when the charge nurse, Sam, left her personal laptop on her desk and then got pulled away to help with a patient. You hadn't meant to snoop but her screensaver came up and began to cycle through photos. At first you only paid attention because a photo of Sam and her husband came up. They both had on shorts and t-shirts, dark sunglasses and huge hiking packs. They were standing on top of a mountain, arms around each other and smiling, with a picture perfect mountain valley as a backdrop.

Picture perfect.

You had never met Dr. Abbott, Sam's husband, only knew that he was an ER physician at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. In the photo they looked so happy and perfect together and it was both the sweetest thing you'd seen in some time and envy enducing. You couldn't help but wonder, not for the first time when it would be your turn. Your mind began to wander, jealousy and a little self pity at the forefront, when the screensaver changed again.

The next photo was very different. Three men in sharp, black, suits at some sort of event. You could see the crowd in the background and you recognized Jack on the left from the previous photo. The other two were strangers to you, but the one on the right… you culdn't help but think you would not mind getting to know him.

"Aww, I forgot I had that picture on here."

You jump a little, feeling like you got caught. "Sorry I didn't mean to snoop." You apologized as Sam dropped into her chair.

"Stop it, it's fine." She paused for a minute and watched until the photo switched before she woke the laptop up. "I love that picture."

"How come?" You ask cautiously. She looks a little softer than normal so you try to tread lightly.

Your shift lead smiles and clicks through the laptop until she finds the photo and pulls it up again. "That's Jack," She points to her husband, "This is Doctor Adamson, he used to be the ED Director at PTMC, and that's Robby." She points to the one on the right with the dark beard. "I think this is actually the last picture of the three of them together." She took a long moment to look at it and then must see the look on your face because she explained, "Doc Adamson passed away not long after this. He was… great man is not even close." She smiled and chuckled a little, "God, he loved these two and God knows why."

"Was he their attending or something?" You ask still scared to be too nosey, but curious to know.

"He hired them both. Robby idolized him, Adamson taught him anything and everything, took him in. I don't think Jack needed a mentor quite like Robby did, but if that man liked you he would do anything for you."

"Does he still work there? Robby I mean."

Sam nodded and took one last look at the photo before she closed it. "Yeah he's one of the ED day shift attendings."

"Are they still friends? Him and your husband?"

"Oh God, more like brothers. Mostly in the sense that they love eachother, but some days it's really hard to tell by the way they act." Sam rolled her eyes and then got back to work.

The conversation over, you left to go back to your charting and think about the sexy dayshift attending you had very suddenly developed a little crush on without even knowing him.

~~~~~

One night awhile later, an oddly slow night, you swiveled back and forth in your chair and built the nerve to ask. "Sam?"

"Hmm?" She doesn't look up from the shift schedule she's had to redo for the third time.

"Can I ask you kind of a personal question?" You chew on the inside of your cheek and wait.

She looks up at that, her brow furrowed but face still generally pleasant, "Sure, if you're brave."

"Your husband is... older than you, right?" You start cautiously.

Even more skeptical she nods, "A bit yeah."

You had kind of hoped she'd give a more informative answer, but of course she didn't. "How old? If you don't mind me asking."

Sam was clearly only getting more and more confused, but again she answered and this time she did it with a smile. " Jack is 46, and because I have a feeling you're going to ask, I'm 39."

Your face flushed you consider leaving it at that. Honestly you thought she would be younger. She looks great for nearly 40 and seven years difference doesn't really answer your question. You're committed though so you continue, "Do people ever like, say anything? Because you're younger, you look great so you look, not that he looks super old! You know what? Never mind." You can feel your face flush and you seriously consider if you could disappear under the desk.

Sam, steady, patient, no-nonsense Sam, busted out a laugh and said, "Why don't you take a second and sort your thoughts out and ask whatever it is you want to ask?"

"I'm so sorry."

"You are fine. Just tell me what's up." She gives you a smile and nod of encouragement.

After a deep breath you go for it, "God this is so weird, please don't hate me, but is being with him still... like, I don't know....since he is older, is it still..."

It's obvious she has to try not to laugh again, but she takes pity on you and answers they question you couldn't quite bring yourself to ask. "I met Jack when I was 22, he was 29, I'd had a few shitty high school, college boyfriends before that. Jack put them all to shame in every aspect of our relationship." She smirked a little, "And continues to do so." Sam gives you a mischevious wink and chuckles a little at your clear embarrassment. "As far as onyone having shit to say, sure they might, but fuck them and their opinions."

You weren't sure what you'd expected her to say. You did know that you hadn't expected that.

"Does that help whatever it is you're trying to figure out?" Your supervisor has one knee crossed over the other and honestly, it looks like she's just waiting for you to crack and give her all the details.

"Maybe. Kind of." Was the best you could give her.

Her smile gets soft again, "So... is there an older guy in your life or something?"

"No! Not- not yet anyway I mean."

"But, you're thinking about it."

"God no! I mean yeah, I guess it's kind of crossed my mind recently."

After a moment to absorb that informariton she digs deeper, "How much older? I'm guessing it's more than seven years? For what it's worth, it doesn't feel like that big of a difference. Ten years? More?"

"I'm not sure. Your excitement is scary by the way."

Sam skips over the comment totally, "So, you're not sure how much older he is?"

"Umm no. Do you know how old Jacks ER doc friend is? Robby?" There it was. Now you knew you just had to wait for the judgement.

She had to think for a minute, "Fifty. No, not yet. I think he turns 50 this year. You think he's about the same..." It dawns on her then and even with the scarce information you've provided her over the last few months. The casual comments or questions when she brought him up in conversation. You can see the moment she puts it together. "Oh..."

"Please don't be mad!."

"Why would I be mad!?"

"It's just that he's your friend and I don't know him, It's stupid, I'm sure he's married or,"

"Oh no, he's single." She interrupted you mid sentence. "So Robby? Really?"

"I mean, I've never met him or anything, and I've only seen that one photo, but you talk about him and, and why are you pulling out your phone? Sam, no what're you doing? Please don't!"

"Relax," She laughs again as she taps and swipes and types on her phone, "I'm finding you more pictures."

~~~~~

Nearly a week later and some of those pictures Sam had shown you now haunted your daydreams. Not that you were overly upset about it, but it did make day to day life a little more difficult. You had still never met the man, but Sam had happily shown you whatever pictures she had and even a couple videos. The videos, that was a whole other problem, because you had heard his voice and it was… problematic. Now you could imagine what it would sound like for him to, well, say certain things.

The crack and fizz of a Monster can on the counter in front of you made you jump and when you saw who was on the other side of it, grinning at you like she was, your stomach dropped and your face felt hot.

"Morning sunshine," Sam had a shit eating grin on her face as she took her first sip of her energy drink, "What's got you so deep in thought this evening?"

You tried to recover. Shook your head and replied simply, "Nothing, just not awake yet I guess."

Sam didn't buy it for a second, but she didn't push the subject either. The grin didn't go away and she didn't move to come around behind the station either. Arms crossed on the counter she twisted the can around in little circles, "So… hypothetically speaking, if a certain ER doc I know would be interested in going out with a smart, beautiful, young woman such as yourself,"

"Sam," You cut her off, "You did not. Please tell me you didn't."

Still with that same grin she shook her head, "I didn't, yet, but I would like to if you are really interested?"

"I don't know, it feels silly and I have so much going on."

"So?"

Sam, short, sweet and to the point at the most annoying times. "I mean…" You had to swallow down some nerves. Push aside all the negative thoughts that popped up, "Do you think he would?"

"I think he'd be an idiot not to."

"That's not what I asked."

She took a deep breath and a sip of her Monster, "Ok, full disclosure; he hasn't had the best luck with women and his job, and everything that comes with, I think is a part of that. You know how it can be, but he's who I'd call if I needed anything and coulldn't get Jack. He's the sweetest and annoyingly intelligent, he gives hugs that feel like they could fix a little part of your soul and yeah, sometimes he's a little dark and sarcastic, but he's usually pretty funny." She gives you a smile that's a little more encouraging than teasing, "He's the big brother I never wanted and I love him to death, and I would love to see you two get to know each other. You don't have to decide right now. Just, if you decide you want to, let me know."

After that the topic was dropped. Except you thought about it all night.

You waited, until the last possible second. You watched as Sam shoved everything in her backpack and turned to clock out on the computer. She was halfway to the door when you finally decided, for sure. "Sam!"

She turned, "Yeah?"

"Could, do you think we could do something low key? I don't know if I have it in me to, I don't even know if I could go on like a legit…." You couldn't help but laugh at yourself as you tried again, "Do you think, if he is interested, that we could do like a double date or something? Maybe it would be less awkward?"

Sam smiled, the pretty soft one that showed off her freckles and made you a tiny bit jealous, "What if we just invited you both over to the house for dinner? It's still nice, we can eat out on the patio by the fire. Just hang out. How would that sound?"

That's when you notice that you're smiling too, nervous but a little excited maybe, "That sounds good."

~~~~~~

Getting ready had taken too long, your nerves had gotten the better of you. Sam had said not to go overboard, dress casual and comfy and warm enough to eat dinner out on the patio. You pulled up to the house later than you had wanted. You weren't late but you had wanted to be earlier.

When your Waze app said you had arrived you took in the house before you and cautiously pulled into the empty spot in the driveway. You weren't really sure what you had expected, but this wasn't it.

The house was nice, not fancy or anything, but nice, on a huge lot in a culdesac and the yard and landscaping was immaculate. You weren't convinced it was Sam's house until you see her shiny and sleek, blacked out Tahoe parked in the open garage and what you assumed was Jacks nearly matching, blacked out SIlverado backed into one side of the driveway, both with US Army Veteran license plates. There was another truck parked in the drive that doesn't quite match the vibe, so you assume it must be Robby's. It's not as new, not as... assertive. The second truck looks like something that you could take to run errands , down to the river to fish or maybe help a friend move.

Once you parked you took a deep breath, pushed down the nerves and climbed out of your car. The garage door is open but that felt too forward, so you head for the front door and ring the door bell. You can't help but notice the Ring doorbell isn't the only camera at the front of the house.

It takes a minute for Sam to answer, but when she does she has a smile on her face and laughs a little, "I don't think anyone has used the front door since the Realtor showed us the house." She stepped aside and waved you in, "Next time just come through the garage. If the big door is open, it's unlocked"

The casual way she says 'next time' spikes your anxiety a little. You two had got a long well enough, but the way she said it you couldn't help but take it to mean 'the next time you and Robby come over'.

The inside of the house matched the outside. Nothing fancy, but clean and tidy, lived in enough to feel comfortable and the blackout curtains were pulled open to let in the last of the afternoon sunlight.

Sam interrupted your browsing from the kitchen, "Do you drink wine?"

You nod, "Sure, as long as it's not super dry."

Sam chuckled and pulled down a glass, "Don't worry, the shit I drink might as well be grape juice." She picked up a bottle that was already open on the counter and poured you a glass. "C'mon, boys are out back."

The patio was honestly awesome, with an outdoor couch and patio set, and a flatscreen TV mounted over the fireplace which was lit. Beyond the patio was a pool and a beautiful back yard and once you had taken it all in with wide eyes your gaze fell on the guys. Specifically Robby, because seeing him in person for the first time honestly kind of knocked the wind out of you for a second.

God bless Sam because she stepped to your side and called Jack over so she could introduce you to him first. Which gave you at least a moment to regroup before you had to be face to face with Robby.

He was taller than you had expected, and broader too. His eyes were dark and looked so kind, yet there was something in them that reminded you of those boys in elementary school that would tug on your braids to tease you.

When Sam introduced him as Robby he corrected her, "Michael." which confused you for a moment, but his voice was so much better in person that you don't really think too much about it.

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but nobody actually calls you that."

He didn't break eye contact with you as he responded, his hand large and warm around yours, "She can, if she wants to."

Everyone was silent for a moment and you feel so light headed you might float away. You can't look away from him, but you catch the way that Sam hides a smile in her wine glass and she turns to exchange a look with her husband.

~~~~~

Robby had not been been prepared, not even the slightest bit, for how gorgeous you were. Sam had said you were young, smart, sweet... that didn't do you justice.

Michael, he wanted, needed to hear you call him by his given name.

He also couldn't help but take a minute to imagine this differently, in the future maybe. Where you were here with him, for dinner with friends and you would send the evening curled up on the couch by the fire with him. Go home with him. Go to bed with him. He had to stop himself, shut that train of thought down early.

Just in case. He didn't want to get his hopes up.

~~~~~

Dinner was delicious and once you're done eating you can't help but think that if Sam wasn't so cool and quickly becoming the big sister you'd always dreamed of, you might hate her a little bit out of jealousy. It was a bit hard to sit across the table from her where she sat so effortlessly pretty, and smart, and tough, and talented. With her husband that was handsome, and badass, and successful, and apparently couldn't keep his hands off her.

You try to stop those thoughts, but you can't help but sink into that inadequate feeling you knew so well.

Until you glanced to your left and caught the way Robby... Michael, was watching you when he thought you weren't looking. When you do catch him staring, he just gives you a little smile. Then while the nerves remain, you feel like maybe there's no reason to feel less than. The fact that he didn't look away from you feels telling, even though in that moment you're not quite sure what it means.

Once the four of you moved to the couch in front of the outdoor fireplace you thought those nerves might disapate. The wine and the fire kept you warm, and so does sitting so close to Robby. Michael.

On the opposite corner of the couch Sam and Jack sat cuddled up next to each other. Not being inappropriate by any means, she's just tucked into Jacks side with his arm around her shoulder, his fingers stroking lazily over her arm. You glance away from them and back to R... Michael, while he and Jack talk about work.

How amazing would it feel to sit with him like that? You imagine yourself curled up on the couch, tucked into his side and the thought of it alone gives you goosebumps.

~~~~~

Robby had raised his voice as he fought to be heard over Sam, "You just walked on in like you owned the place, how was I supposed to know you were his wife?"

Sam retaliated, leaned forward from her seat on the couch, "Oh, I don't know, 'hi my name's Samantha Abbott, I'm looking for my husband' might have been your first clue!"

"That, you have to admit, sounds like you were looking for a patient."

"Which obviously means you should call security, I almost ended up in cuffs!"

"But, you didn't." He defended himself.

Jack tugged Sam back into her seat with one hand and stepped in, "Because I showed up and explained everything while you two were still yelling at each other like children." Jacks eyes moved to you, "As you can see not much has changed."

You had been laughing the whole time the two of them had been going at it, so hard by the end that your stomach hurt. How could you have known that one simple question about how they had all met would turn into… this. "That's amazing, I would have died of embarrassment."

Sam's face lights up, "Ohhh, if you think that's bad, you should hear about the first time Jack and I met." She turns to Jack and looks at him with a flirty smile and bright eyes like she was asking permission for something.

Beside you Robby, not Robby, Michael, looked like he was already trying to hold back his laughter. Jack on the other hand threw back the last of his bourban and shook his head, as if to say, no.

"Jack, c'mon… it's funny." She tried to convince him.

The look he gives her would be considered a scowl if it was directed at anyone but his wife, "Baby, not everyone has your fucked up sense of humor."

"I mean," Michael starts of with a chuckle, "I think it's funny."

"That's because it's at my expense." Jack fired right back at him

"Okay, you have to tell me now." Your laughter had died down enough to take another sip of wine, " I feel left out."

Sam looked back at her husband and waited. For a long moment they stared each other down while they have some silent conversation. Eventually Jack must cave, because he gave her a small nod. She couldn't even get the first word out before she started to laugh.

Jack shook his head and took a deep breath through his nose, "Sam was working as a trauma nurse at the Role III in Kandahar and I came in as a patient.

With her second wind Sam cut in, "No, you came in with three other guys all shot to shit, actively doing chest compressions on one and rattling off the Casevac report, with a through and through in your shoulder, a turniqet on one leg and a unit of blood strapped to your helmet, that you had started on yourself, in the field."

All laughter had left you and you found yourself holding your breath while you waited to see how this was supposed to turn into some sort of embarrassing 'meet cute' story. You looked over to Michael for some sort of confirmation and he gave it to you in the form of a soft smile and a wink that started your pulse to race.

Sam continued, "When we had to basically drag him off his teammate, so we could treat them both, the first thing out of his mouth once we got him on the gurney was, "If any of you fuckers are going to stick a finger up my ass make sure it's her, at least she's cute."

You nearly spit out your sip of wine as Sam and Robby both busted out into laughter. Once you were done coughing and awkwardly wiping the wine off your chin you nearly shouted, "Why!? Why the fuck would you say that?" Which only made them all laugh harder, especially Michael who seemed to be a little caught off guard by you dropping the f bomb for the first time.

Jack just shook his head at his wife tried to catch her breath beside him, "SOP."

"SOP?" You understood the acynym but not the context.

Sam gasped between giggles and braced her hand on jacks thigh "Yeah. He came in with multiple gsw's."

When you must've still looked a little lost Jack eplained, "MRIs and scans take time. Fastest way to check for spinal chord injury."

Michael chuckled, whistled a cartoonish little sound effect and spun his pointer finger in a little circle before thrusting it up into the air. It's obvious he's trying not to laugh, "Best pick up line ever." Sam is still giggling and Jack just continued to shake his head and grin at his wife.

Jack shrugged, "I'd lost a lot of blood, she was hot, it worked.

"That's seriously how you guys met? That's the first thing he ever said to you?" You gawked at the two of them, "And you're like, happily married now!"

This time it's Sam that shrugs, a little more collected but still with a big, bright smile and pink cheeks. "Look, when a sexy medic comes in with a Ranger tab on his arm and three GSW's, saves himself and three of his teammates and then still has sense of humor enough to make a joke about butt stuff… You just know he's a catch."

She was still a little giggly when Jack took her wine glass out of her hand and finished it as he stood up. It's him that gets the last laugh as he turned back to you and Michael, "Blind date doesn't feel so awkward now does it?"

Your face heat's up so fast you think you might melt and you do everything possible to avoid Michaels gaze. Instead you accidentally catch a glimpse as Jack leans over the back of the couch on his way inside. He takes a hold of Sam's jaw and tips her face up to him as he whispers something in her ear. You have to look away quickly as you flush even more. You catch Robby's gaze, Michael's gaze… and there it is, the thought of him touching you like that, whispering something inappropriate for company in your ear. Your stomach does a flip and you feel dizzy, but it has nothing to do with the wine.

~~~~~

Robby is the one to walk you to your car after dinner and you're nervous, "Can I ask a question Robby? And it might be the wine..."

"Michael," He corrected you as he pulled the door into the garage closed behind you both and guided you past the workout equipment and Sams Tahoe, "and go for it."

"Right, um, I just have to ask, because Sam's usually pretty no-nonsense at work."

He noded, "Like most good charge nurses."

"Are they always like that? The teasing and the flirting?" You felt silly but genuine curiosity and maybe a little wishful thinking drove you to wonder.

Michael slowed to a stop by your car and chuckled, rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, "Jack and Sam... I've known them a long time and to varying degrees, yes, they're always like that. I choose to think that they found each other young and are... making the most of it."

You chuckled a little and admitted, "I um, I don't know that I've... been around a couple that's that..." You hunted for the word.

"Affectionate?" He gives you a smile, "They are the most obnoxioulsy, healthy and in love couple I have ever been around myself, which should be taken with a grain of salt." For a minute he paused, and maybe it was the bourban or they way you looked a little flustered, but he added, "You've never been in a relationship where you couldn't keep your hands off each other?"

You flushed again and the way he looked at you made you wonder if he could tell. "Uh no, not since like my twenties," The fact that your twenties was significanlty more recent for you than for him made you nervous again, nearly panic as you added," College maybe, but still not like that." You glance up and he's still got the same look on his face. That easy smile and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes, those deep dark eyes. "What about you?"

He looked as surprised by your question as you felt. "Uh no, my twenties, this nose spent most of it's time in a book."

Oh God, you thought you might burn up right then and there, but he still had that same smile so you pushed, "Thirties?"

His face finally changed, he tipped his head to one side and crossed his arms, "Had it's moments, but mostly work."

Flirting, you were actually flirting with this man, in front of your bosses house. "What about your fourties?"

Michael paused, smile softened a little, "I uh... I got my hopes up a couple times, but still mostly just work. Unless the next few months get exciting."

His eyes locked onto yours and even though you felt your pulse in your ears you gave him a little smile, "You never know, they could." You finally unlock your car and then give him a last look before you know you need to leave, before you completely embarrass yourself. "Fifties could be the best yet."

Michael's eyes pop wide and you can see him chew on the inside of his cheek. He reached for your car door rand pulled it open for you, "Here's hoping."

~~~~~~~

Chaaapter Two - Read it now!

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🤍 charlie walker boyfriend headcanons 🤍

charlie walker x reader

. my sweet, sweet baby charlie - this man is so obsessed with you

. like it's low-key creepy but in such a sweet way you'd never even know

. i like to imagine you probably met in his film club, but he'd probably seen you in the hallways at school and he was just smitten after that. or even if you sat behind him in history class or smth and he tried his hardest to not look at you

. will be the most loyal boyfriend you could ever imagine, this man would die (and kill) for you in a heartbeat

. okay so, either you had to ask him out OR a bunch of mutual friends grouped together to get yous together because they were just sick of your pining

. honestly, robbie's ears are talked off about you, poor guy can't catch a break

. speaking of robbie, he definitely teases charlie about his little crush and will subtly drop hints in front of you just to embarrass him

. but robbie is also definitely 1000% your biggest fan, this man would literally make a movie just about how awkward your get together was, he adores you and thinks you're perfect for his best friend

. charlie stutters a lot when talking to you, he just struggles to believe he actually pulled you, the girl of his dreams. and he BLUSHES too, omg this man is a walking mess for you

. movie dates ofc are a given, if you're not a fan of horror movies, charlie will still happily sit and watch whatever you want. i personally think that charlie would draw the line at rom-coms tho, but that's just my personal opinion. like he will, but he'll criticise it all the way to the credits

. charlie is 100% a night owl. you'll probably be waking up as charlie is getting ready to go to sleep. not that he likes watching you sleep or anything 😳

. BOARD GAMES - play some cluedo with this pathetic little man, he lives for board game nights. play some music in the background, a bottle of cheap rum or smth between the two of you and that's charlie's dream night fr

. absolutely loves holding your hand in public. I don't think that's charlie's that big on pda but he's a sucker for hand holding and nose kisses

. is the king of remembering little details about you. remember that necklace that you got when you were six but lost somehow? no? charlie definitely does and would probably get you a new one

. his favourite thing is your eyes. it's his absolute favourite colour. he'd get a bracelet specifically with a stone that is the same colour so he can look at it when he misses you

. loves listening to music with you and making you your own playlist. he's the stereotypical romantic of where he loves sharing earphones with you so you can listen together 🥹

. okay I hate to admit it, but charlie is probably a terrible cook. BUT he tries his hardest to cook your favourite foods for you just to see you smile

. the most giggly, awkward boyfriend you've ever had and ever will have. he loves your smile, he's always trying to make you laugh

. I have a theory that charlie's laugh is very contagious. this man would giggle once and have the whole class in a fit of giggles because his laugh is just so adorable

. wear. his. shirts. this man LIVES to see you in his clothes

. would probably eventually end up giving you the ones he doesn't wear anymore

."they look better on you anyway" 😖 an absolute sweetheart

. soft, gentle kisses are the usual. he's so gentle with you like he's scared you'll break ALTHOUGH when he kisses you, he will grip at your waist really tight

. will not, under any circumstances, have you involved with the ghostface killings. charlie can be quite frightening when he's angry so he makes sure jill knows her place

. would probably lie to you about his involvement, as much as he hates lying to you, he couldn't stand the thought of you hating him and leaving

. no seriously, charlie would have a full on mental break down if you were to ever leave him or break up with him

. speaking of breaking up with him, lol, yeah no... not happening. it's the last thing he'd let you do

. the relationship is low-key a bit toxic but in a 'you can't leave, you're the only person I have' kinda way? y'know?

. sex would be hella awkward at first, charlie would have absolutely no clue on what to do, poor boy :(

. he just wants to make you feel good. speaking of which, PRAISE. praise this man, he thrives of knowing how good he makes you feel

. loves you on top, and when you tug at his hair when you're close to finishing

. is the most whiny mess during sex. he's so LOUD. he moans, groans, whines and whimpers so much and he's not embarrassed by it either

. makes sure you cum first every single time. charlie will not stop until you do, even if it take until morning

. king of aftercare. he'll clean you up, cuddle with you, talk with you, make you a cup of tea and a snack, All OF IT

. don't be fooled though, he loves some aftercare himself. playing with his hair as you lie on him, completely blissed out. cuddle him, tell him how good he was, and boy MELTS

. overall the dream boyfriend and i'm desperate for a charlie in my life (rory culkin a chance, please?!)

. 100/10 would recommend

[bertoltblecht]

On Call - Two

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: 1595

Rated: Mature

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

A/N: Part two for you all! I personally think I start to really settle in after this one. Hope you enjoy!

Differential diagnosis was part art and part science. It was as much about making a judgment call as it was about remembering the actual medicine of it all. Doctors in the trauma department had to not be sensitive about being told they were wrong. There wasn’t time for hurt feelings and no one was keeping score. It wasn’t one doctor’s victory when another person got to leave the ER with their life, it was the whole team. 

That had been the gist of at least three Pitt Sermons from Dr. Robby and yet, now there he stood across from her over a patient, his feathers clearly ruffled by Dr. Reilly’s pushback on his plan of action.

She didn’t really want to intubate this man unless absolutely necessary. Dr. Robby was practically insisting, but something told Rose it had more to do with how the patient had been behaving just prior to the breathing episode that landed them in this moment than it had to do with the actual severity of the condition. 

It was week three of the whole team being on night shift and Rose really didn’t mind the crazy hours. Leaving the hospital in the greenish blue dawn to go sleep in her cave of an apartment didn’t bother her. It was just a different routine. 

The guy was dropped off by his roommate because he’d been sick and hacking up a lung. In spite of needing all the oxygen he could get, he had taken to wasting his breath shooting his best shot with Dr. Reilly as she went about her diagnostic work on him. Rose didn’t really mind, as long as people kept their hands to themselves. What did she care if they flirted with the wall? 

After the initial labs and scans came back, Rose grabbed Dr. Robby for a consult. The man had decreased breath sounds on one side but was otherwise stable. His lung was at risk of collapsing and he was going to need surgery to remove the fluid build up. All of that she was sure of. The consult was needed to get Robby’s required sign off for medication adjustments and she wanted to get the patient prepped for surgery. 

Dr. Robby nodded when she asked for the consult and gestured for her to lead the way. 

“My future wife is back,” rasped the man holding the oxygen mask to his face and smirking as the curtain was pulled back around his bed. 

The comment sent Robby’s eyebrows skyward and he caught just enough of Rose’s eye roll he gathered this was the tone of the visit. 

“I brought Dr. Robby to listen to your lungs so we can get you scheduled for surgery.” Rose explained coolly, picking up his chart to make a note of his vitals and the time. 

“He’s nice to look at but not my type. I’m way more into smart, hot brunettes. I guess he fits those categories, but not like you, Dr. Reilly.” 

There may have been a weak hand lifting in her direction, but Robby stepped forward quickly. “Please stop talking so I can listen properly.” He said, his tone flat but with a distinct edge. Robby told himself that patients were mouthy all the time, he wasn’t bothered by a random sick man hitting on one of his residents. That would be ridiculous. 

“O2 is down. We should intubate.” Robby said as he stepped back from the bed. Rose couldn’t help but frown. “They’ll intubate after he’s under general. He’s stable right now,” she argued and that’s when Robby’s expression hardened. Maybe it was the night shifts, the timing, the long day, the fact that he hadn’t been sleeping well for a few reasons, but he snapped a little. Robby poked his head out of the curtain and called for Dr. Langdon to come intubate.

“We secure airways before we hand off patients, Dr. Reilly. If he suffocates because he was bumped for surgery, it’s my ass as your attending,” Robby said in a low tone as Frank and a nurse prepared to intubate and they stepped out. 

Something hot and righteous flared to life in Rose’s chest. Before she could stop herself, she pushed open the door to an empty consult room and pulled Robby sharply by his wrist into the room. He stumbled, surprised and grunted as she shoved him again. “Jesus, Reilly. What the fuck?” 

“You’re intubating a stable patient with good vitals because he’s a mouthy little bitch who dared flirt with me,” Rose said, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with a glare. 

It was a sharp accusation and, judging by his uncomfortable and defensive reaction, a true one. “Don’t be ridiculous. His vitals are not good, his O2 is tanking. He’s an hour and a half from being in surgery. When he is intubated is immaterial, my word, my judgment is final here. You can disagree with my assessment, but you cannot and will not overrule me. The work you and all the other doctors on this floor do is my responsibility. My personal feelings have nothing to do with it.” 

Rose wanted to be satisfied that he was clearly sputtering a little, but she wasn’t. “Admit it,” she insisted, her jaw tight. “It bothered you. And that impacted your decision. It might not have been your entire thought process, but it was part of it.” She punctuated the sentence with an index finger hitting his chest. 

“What the fuck do you want me to say? That I’m some kind of Neanderthal who hated someone else leering at you? Hated him making those shitty comments I’ve heard a lot of people make about you? Yeah, I didn’t like it. Are you happy?” Robby asked, lowering his voice to an angry whisper. 

“So happy,” Rose snarled back sarcastically. “It’s a really fun aspect of my career development having to have men behave irrationally because they’re horny for me.” 

“Excuse me, Dr. Reilly, I was not behaving irrationally. I made a judgment call based on years of experience and education. I would absolutely never put a patient through something unnecessary simply because I’m horny for you. I took an oath not to harm,” Robby said, his temper really starting to flare. People didn’t get under his skin, he was always level-headed. Especially at work. What the fuck was wrong with him? 

“But you are horny for me and it did piss you off.” Rose said, and then she was getting in his face. 

“I think I’ve freely admitted to both of those facts. Did you want to continue questioning my authority and judgment or can we both get back to work?” Robby retorted, crossing his arms and leaning in, all but daring her to keep pushing. 

His frustration made Rose feel smug as she watched him bristle. She had spent the last few weeks without him in her bed, and the easy professionalism that he treated her with at work had all but convinced her she had been more affected by their time together than he had. She’d been trying to put that feeling in its place and not feel shame about the loneliness that had creeped over her in his absence. She tried not to wonder if he missed her too, for her presence and personality or even just the physical comfort they found in each other. 

Clearly he had, and that knowledge alone made her want to shift tactics. 

“It’s a little bit hot,” Rose whispered. He inhaled slowly, and the effect of her words rippled through his body language.  

Fuck it. 

His lips were on hers before the smirk could fade from her face. Once he broke the seal, she became an equal participant as he tugged her body flush to his. 

They were quick and quiet, apart from the soft sighs from Rose as she pressed her face to his neck. She wasn’t even on the exam table, just propped against it as they pulled pleasure from each other. The weeks’ worth of night shifts and longing glances released in a rush of poor decision making. 

When it was over, the post-orgasm clarity hit them both like a freight train. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, his head falling to her shoulder for a moment as they both caught their breath. Her fingers were in his hair and she knew she had about thirty more seconds of physical contact before the panic spurred them both into action. It wasn’t even that long before he pulled away. “That was so stupid.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “We can’t do that here.” 

“So stupid,” Rose murmured in agreement as she went about making herself presentable again with trembling hands, the adrenaline making her heart race. “We said we weren’t doing that anywhere.” 

“Well we never really said,” he pointed out unhelpfully and then winced when she turned to give him a blank look. 

Neither of them apologized though and she was grateful for that because she could live with being stupid but regretting it would have made her sick to her stomach. 

“I have to get back to…” she gestured vaguely at the door. “Saving lives. Good talk.” 

The hallway was blissfully empty at 3 am and Rose slipped out before him. He took the hint and went the opposite way a few minutes later. 

It was easy enough to tell Dana he was catching a 15 minute nap and she believed him because the night shift was the worst and he certainly looked like he just woken up full of anxiety.

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