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Just A Fool | M.R X Reader

a/n: happy mothers day y'all...why not celebrate mother's day with some cuteness...and angst.. pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Single Mom!Reader wc: 5.2k (idk I blinked and it was at 5k)

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Chatter and clicking of plates and cups filled the restaurant.

“So?” Robby began, glancing over to Lacey then to you beside her. “How did you not know she’s mine?” You asked, confused how he had assumed she was your niece. “I wasn’t thinking, does anyone else know?” he asked, glancing over to see Lacey already staring at him.

“I thought everyone knew i was a mom, lovebug stop staring at him.” You said, patting lacey’s hand on the table.

“He looks like the guy from josh’s game!” Lacey realized after staring intently at robby. “If having a kid turns you away then– what did you say?” you turned to lacey who sat next to you smiling at robby.

“He looks like the army guy!” She laughed, before turning to robby, sitting up on her knees. “My mommy likes his face hair.” She told Robby, who chuckled and titled his head. “Army guy?” Robby questioned.

“She thinks you look like a call of duty character.” You explained, chuckling to yourself. 

With a shocked expression, Robby stared at Lacey for a bit before turning to you. “She plays call of duty?” he asked, shocked as the little girl began to nod proudly.

You laughed and shook your head. “Her older cousins play but they let her get on the mic to talk shit.” You explained, looking over to see Lacey searching for her restaurant crayon. 

Robby nodded at the explanation. “I’ve dated a single mom before, she had a son…his name is jake.” Robby spoke softly as he watched you recognize the name.

“The boy who lost his girlfriend at pittfest?” You questioned, earning a slow nod from robby.

“He told me that he had gone to a therapist and said that it didn’t help but when he went to the hospital, he ran into someone..” Robby hinted, making you nod.

“I know the grief he’s going through, told him I wished Adamson was here so I could give him a proper apology.” you told robby, running your hand over the back of lovebug’s head 

There was a beat of silence before Robby asked.

“Was the person you lost her dad?” Robby motioned for lovebug who was too busy following the little maze on her place setting to listen to the adults.

You shook your head. “I wish he was her dad, he would’ve been a great one.” You sighed, looking down at the little girl. Robby saw the look of sadness and backed off the topic. 

Feeling eyes on her, Lacey looked up and saw both you and robby staring at her. “What?” She asked, looking a bit upset. “Got a problem?” She asked, raising her crayon to point at robby and you.

Robby chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “I haven’t said anything.” 

Lacey sighed and nodded before flipping her place mat to face Robby, handing him a yellow crayon. She tapped the paper and pointed to her little tic tac toe board where she had placed a big X in the middle.

Glancing over you took in a deep breath and looked at robby with a smile. “Good luck, she’s good at those..” You sighed, picking up your drink.

Robby had begun to play with Lacey, at first letting her win but slowly grew to be competitive as she managed to trap him each time before running her red crayon over a line of hidden X’s. He leaned across the table and looked at Lacey in a mix of shock and awe.

“How do you keep doing that?” He laughed as Lacey shrugged before turning to you.

“How much longer, I'm hungry!” She dragged out her letters, flopping over on your shoulder.

You laughed and rubbed her head. “I’m not sure lovebug, we’re not the only people in here eating.” You explained, motioning towards the other booths and tables.

She sighed and placed her hands under her chin as she sat back down. She looked out the window before sighing once more, a bit more dramatic.

Both you and robby exchanged a look.

“Why does your family all call her that?” Robby asked, earning a laugh from you.

“Before I found out I was pregnant, I claimed I had a really terrible stomach bug, that’s why I was always tired, vomiting, and grumpy. So when I took a test and it was positive my brothers teased me by saying I had a lovebug in my stomach.” You explained.

Robby chuckled and nodded. “She’s more of a bedbug though!” You teased, tickling her sides. 

“Stop it mommy!” She laughed, wiggling from you.

You let her go and smiled as she sighed and moved back to her part of the booth, leaning over the table, Lacey looked at robby.

“Dr. robby. what’s your favorite color?” She asked, tapping the table with her pink painted nails. Robby chuckled and pretended to think.

“Blue.” He answered, earning a nod from lovebug.

“I like blue, my favorite is green.” She smiled at the doctor. 

“How was rat practice?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink, watching as Lacey perked up.

“Great, me and the older kids said on opening night we should do WWE rats, and– and I'd be the flying rat off the couch!” She explained, her eyes bright as she said her plan. You and Robby laughed.

“And the boys agreed?” You asked, laughing into your cup.

“Yep, Jason said to do it!” She nodded, waiting for you to finish your drink before asking for a sip.

Robby’s heart warmed as he watched you and Lacey across from him.

Lacey happily drank the lemonade, streaks of the drink on the sides of her mouth, she sighed and wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Here honey.” Robby handed the little girl his napkin, smiling warmly as she nodded and wiped her face and arm. “Thanks dr. robby!” She grinned.

“You just call me robby.” His heart grew as you laughed.

“But you’re a doctor!” Lovebug tried to reason. “Like when mommy isn’t nice, I call her dr. mommy.” She explained before taking gulps of more lemonade.

“What’s your favorite food lacey?” Robby asked, making the little girl stop her gulps, she let out a deep gasp before answering.

“I like cheesy noodles!” She explained, making Robby tilt his head in confusion. 

“Fettuccine alfredo.” You clarified, lacey nodding in agreement. She turned to your purse and searched through it. Leaving you and robby to your own conversation.

 - - - - - - - -

Leaving the restaurant, you attempted to carry lacey who looked around the street, her sugar rush going crazy.

Robby noticed the look on your face as Lacey chattered and attempted to climb around you and quickly stepped in.

“C’mon monkey.” He took lacey and held her up. You smiled at the two. Lacey settled down a bit as Robby placed her on the ground before giving her a piggyback ride.

“Sure, your old man back won’t give out?” You teased, earning a laugh from robby; the fluttering in your stomach resumed. “I can’t guarantee it.” he joked, following as you walked to your car down the street.

As you passed an ice cream parlor, you took a deep breath and waited.

“Ooh, can we stop!” Lacey squealed, making you chuckle. Robby glanced at you with a grin. 

“It is nice to have dessert after dinner.” Robby teased, making you sighed before nodding at the pair, who cheered and walked inside. As the tired employee greets you three, staring at the ice cream flavors you turned to ask what everyone was getting only to see a sight that’d melt your heart.

Robby had moved Lacey to be in his arms, nodding as she pointed out different flavors she had liked the sound of. You felt red as robby’s free hand fell to your lower back and guided you to the counter.

“We’ll take a waffle cone with, what did you say you wanted honey?” Robby asked, looking at Lacey who sat comfortable in his arms.

“Cotton candy!” She squealed, making robby chuckle and nod at the employee before turning to you.

“What do you want?” he asked, not noticing how flustered you were. “Um- can i get a brownie sundae please.” You ordered, your face feeling overwhelmingly warm.

The employee nodded and typed something on the register screen. “And one fudge sundae.” Robby finished, removing his hand from your back to get his wallet out of his back pocket. 

“Hold this honey.” Robby told Lacey who nodded and held his leather wallet as he got out a twenty. At the same time you had pulled up your digital wallet on your phone.

You and robby looked at each other, robby looked almost offended as you attempted to pay. “Put that away, I'm treating you girls.” He playfully scolded you, making you nervously chuckle, nodding as you turned your phone off, letting him hand over the bill.

“Could you get the change for me, Lacey's shoe is falling off.” He asked, not waiting for a response, walking over to a booth and sat lacey down before helping the little girl with her Mary Jane shoes.

“Cute family.” The employee smiled at you, handing the change over.

You stuttered to get the words out. “Thanks..” You smiled and quickly walked over to the two.

After you and robby had shared your sundaes with each other, you three continued the way to your car.

As you unlocked the back door and loaded Lacey in, she sighed and whined. 

“What’s wrong babybug?” You asked, running a hand on her leg, trying to sooth her. “I don’t want dr. robby to leave!” She sighed, looking at Robby with puppy eyes. “Please come home with me and mommy!” She pleaded. 

You sighed at her. “Eat your ice cream before it melts some more!” You pointed to the waffle cone, she followed your finger and quickly jumped up to start eating it.

Both you and robby chuckled, softly shutting the door. You turned to robby and looked around the parking lot to see a few cars.

“Which is yours?” You asked, finally looking at him who smiled at you. “I walked.” He shrugged, watching as your eyes widened. “What?!” You scoffed at him. “And I thought carrying lovebug would’ve taken your back out..” You lightly laughed.

He nodded and motioned for you to get in the car. 

“You can’t be serious, I'm not gonna drive off and leave you to walk back to your apartment michael..” You said, noticing the flushed look on robby’s face. “What did you call me?” He asked, a sly grin growing.

You recalled your words and froze at the slip up. “Robby…I meant robby!” You attempted to cover. He nodded and grinned. “Nice cover slick.” 

“Are you getting in the passenger or what?” You asked, turning to the driver’s seat.

Robby laughed and nodded, opening the driver's door for you before running to the passenger side.

 - - - - - - - -

Somehow lacey had managed to convince you and robby to go back to your own apartment, robby agreed on staying till lovebug had passed out.

Unlocking the door, you sighed and smiled as Lacey ran into the living room and threw herself at the couch. Robby stayed at the doorway and admired the apartment, hanging plants in every corner of the rooms, a small kitchen and living room, two doors on each side of the apartment; easily you could tell which was Lacey's the colored construction paper and stickers stuck on the white door.

You kicked off your shoes and walked to your kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a cold water bottle, you turned to robby and offered one. “No thanks, nice place.” He nodded and looked around.

“Thank you.” You smiled, walking around the kitchen and poured the water into a bottle with cartoon characters before going to the couch and handing Lacey the plastic cup, ���drink it for me please!” You smiled as the little girl began to chug it down.

She hopped onto the sofa, and patted the spot next to her for robby to sit, you sat on the opposite side of lacey and picked up the remote.

“Movie or bluey?” You asked lovebug who paused before looking at robby then back at you. “Movie since dr. Robby hasn't seen bluey!” She sighed, motioning for you to pick a movie out. 

Robby chuckled as she slouched down, and watched as you scrolled through movies, waiting for someone to pick.

“OH ALADDIN!” Lacey popped up from the couch and pointed at the screen. You hovered over the disney movie and turned to see Robby watching with a smile as Lacey bounced around, waiting.

He glanced at you and nodded.

It had barely gotten half way through when Lacey's sugar high hit, causing her to crash on the carpet in front of the hung tv. “She looks like a bug that’s been squished.” Robby chuckled, leaning over as you got up and prepared yourself to pick her up.

“Oh that’s because she’s tired from her long day, normally she’s fighting off demons.” You joked, you picked up the half full water bottle and placed it on the table to the side of the sofa.

Robby got up from the couch and carefully scooped up lovebug and looked at you. 

Too busy staring at robby’s broad shoulders you hadn’t noticed him gently shushing Lacey as she whined in her sleep, gently patting her back. Snapping back, you led robby to her room and watched as robby sat her down gently, you walked over and settled her in.

Robby smiled at Lacey's room; fairy lights were strung up across the room’s ceiling, painted stars on the walls, he looked back and blushed; It had felt oddly right to be domestic with you.

With a forehead kiss, you backed away from Lacey's room, turning on her fairy lights before leaving the room with robby.

Robby quietly shut her room door, noticing as you walked to your kitchen to clean up. 

He sighed and walked over to you. “I’ll be taking my leave now.” He smiled as you turned to him, two wine glasses in hand. “So soon?” You grinned, placing the glasses down on the island before turning to an upper cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.

Robby chuckled and sighed, looking down. “Alright, you got me.” He shook his head and walked further into the kitchen as you popped open the bottle. 

Robby took it gently from your hands and began pouring some into the glasses.

You scoffed at the amount. “Give me that, stop trying to be cheap with it!” You both laughed, taking the bottle from his hands.

He watched as you poured more wine into the glasses.

“Trying to wine and dine me?” He asked, a sly grin on his face as you froze in place.

“...possibly..” You looked at him quickly before taking a long sip of the wine. “I mean, I'm not opposed.” he told you before taking a drink. Feeling flushed, you watched as he drank more. “If you think you can stay quiet then absolutely..” You shrugged, placing down your glass.

There was a beat before both you and robby leaned into each other and let your lips touch, it was exciting, your stomach curled in as he reached to cup your face, bring you deeper into the kiss.

You pulled away first, smiling as he followed your lips. Placing your hands on his chest you motioned to your bedroom. Robby smiled and picked you up, cupping your bottom as he carried you to the bedroom, shutting the door and locking it behind you both.

 - - - - - - - -

Waking up to the smell of food was unusual for robby. He looked up from where he laid, all the memories of the night before rushed back, the late night chat with you.

He grinned and got up, putting on his clothes from the day before. Opening the door he saw you in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you made coffee and prepared something. Walking over he stopped at the kitchen island, smiled as you turned and grinned at him.

“Morning robby..” You said a bit shyly. He chuckled and walked over you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Good morning, sleep well?” He asked, you closed your eyes and leaned your head against him. “Be quiet!” You giggled.

Robby had begun to help you make sandwiches, he raised an eyebrow as he placed another into a zip lock bag. “What are these for?” He asked, slightly confused.

You chuckled as you finished another sandwich. “Every other weekend, I get lacey all dressed up and cutesy and we go have a picnic.” You explained.

“That’s sweet.” Robby smiled.

As you both talked about your date, Lacey's door swung open to show a tired and crazy haired lacey. Her pajamas all messed up, one pant leg was hoisted up by her knee while the other was on the ground, her shirt was now backwards.

She walked out and rubbed her eyes as she yawned, she dragged over a stepping stool and hopped onto a stool nearby to sit down.

Robby quietly chuckled at the sight while you smiled and walked over to your crazy little girl. “You ready for our picnic?” You asked, earning a nod from her.

“Is dr. Robby coming with?” She asked, quietly. You looked over your shoulder and shrugged. You leaned in and shrugged at you. “I think you should ask him.” Your words made her light up.

“Do you want to go with us dr. robby?” Lacey asked, sitting up looking at robby with her puppy dog eyes once more.

He sighed and nodded. “I’d love to!” He grinned. With an answer lacey nodded and motioned for you to help her down.

Lacey ran off to your bathroom to brush her teeth and her hair. Leaving you and robby alone again.

Robby looked down at his clothes before nodding to himself, with a deep breath he walked over to you and leaned in. “I need to go back to my place, I need an outfit for the picnic with you lovely ladies.” He grinned as you got flustered and nodded, robby leaned in and kissed your cheek before leaving your apartment, out walked lacey, toothbrush in her mouth, her comb stuck in her hair as she looked around and shrugged at you. 

“Where’s dr. robby?” She mumbled, making you giggle before walking over and guided her back to the bathroom. “He went home to change, just like we need to change you into your dress.”

 - - - - - - - -

Robby had sent you a text about a park he knew that had good shade and a playground to take lacey to. You had agreed to meet there, packing up the picnic basket, a big enough blanket and getting lacey into the car; thankfully you had gotten there peacefully and quickly.

You carried the basket while Lacey insisted she carried the blanket, she walked through the grass, smiling as little kids ran past and towards the big playground. You had spotted robby across the park and walked with lacey over to him.

“Hi Michael!” Lacey yelled, making Robby turn and smile widely at you both.

You laughed and looked at lacey. “How do you know his name?” You asked, the little girl shrugged.

“After ice cream you called him michael.” She explained, running over as Robby knelt down to her height.

“Look at how pretty your dress is!” Robby smiled and spun her around, making her skirt fan out.

She laughed and sighed as he stopped and turned to you, his cheeks tinting pink.

You stood before him in a matching dress with lacey, a basket in hand and a warm smile on your face made his heart palpitate. “You look wonderful too!” He told you, taking the basket from your arm as lacey attempted to lay the blanket out.

“Thanks robby!” You smiled, helping lacey before sitting down on the blanket. Turning back to him, you chuckled as robby stood still, watching over you both.

“Come sit.” You patted the spot next you, robby nodded and with a groan sat down, placing the basket to the side. 

Lovebug began to buzz on her knees as kids ran past laughing, she turned to you.

Without having to ask you nodded at her and watched as she zoomed to the playground. “She could hardly wait.” Robby laughed, his arm going around your waist. You watched with a smile as Lacey joined a group of kids easily and began to play.

“I didn’t get to tell you but you look very nice as well.” You complimented, turning your head to robby who was looking over his shoulder. “I don’t look as good as you in that dress though.” He winked, making you both chuckle.

TIme had passed, you and robby had ended up cuddled together under the tree, watching as Lacey played with other kids, talking about anything and everything. 

You sighed and turned to look at robby, he had opened up about his struggle with adamson’s death then jake and his fallout. Your mouth frowned as you opened your mouth.

“Her dad’s name is nicholas callahan..” you started, earning a look from robby as you opened up. “He was my ballet partner, he and my ex boyfriend were best friends, everyone at the studio was surprised to find out that me and him had begun dating rather than me dating nick.” You looked down at your palms, not meeting robby’s gaze.

“When everything had happened, Nick comforted me...I was a fool, he took advantage  of my grief and convinced me to sleep with him; he said it’d take the weight off..” You sighed, feeling Robby's grip tightening on your waist in anger at Lacey's father.

“When I realized I was pregnant and went to tell him…he had left for Scotland, saying he didn’t want to be stuck in one place; I told my mom I wanted to quit ballet and the reason why.” You finally looked up to see Robby's eyes of remorse.

“That dick..” Robby muttered under his breath.

“He’s only seen lovebug a few times, she knows who he is, what he does for work; and how rarely she sees him.” You began to tear up. “My ex’s family knows about the whole thing, they adore lacey.” You chuckle, looking up to see robby looking distracted behind you. 

“She really likes you y’know.” You added, noticing the far off look in robby’s eyes but brushed it off.

He absentmindedly agreed, a pain struck your heart at his actions. 

You looked over to see lacey on the monkey bars, playing chicken with another little girl. As you turned back to robby, you saw him with his phone out, typing quickly.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, robby sighed and got up from the blanket. “I need to deal with something but you and Lacey have a good picnic.” He gave a peck on your lips before giving a quick smile before running to the other side of the park, leaving you alone on the gingham blanket.

Calling lacey over you had pulled out the sandwiches and ate as lacey talked your ear off about her new friends, part of your mind listened while the other half wondered why robby left urgently.

 - - - - - - - -

Going back to the hospital after spending the weekend with robby was lonely, no help with lacey’s questions of medical things she’d hear you both talking about.

As you scanned your badge into the ICU a mix of night shift and day shift all stood together around the nurses station, watching you with wide grins. You ignored them and placed your things down before going to log into a computer.

The night doctor stared at you before sighing and walking over to your desk. “So, how was your weekend?” She asked, smiling down at you.

You chuckled as you scrolled through files from the night before. “It was good, took lovebug to the park, got into a fight at my parents studio oh and made cookies!” You listed before turning to see the pile of workers.

“You forgot your date with dr. robby!” She giggled, making your face drop. 

“What? How did you know about that?” You asked, standing up, your face feeling warm. She quickly pulled out her phone and showed you a photo.

It was of you and robby at the coffee shop, both smiling at each other almost looking like a couple, it was clearly taken across the street.

“We met up for coffee…so what?” You asked bashfully, glancing back down at your new lockscreen. She laughed and leaned against the desks. “So what? You got your biggest hater to go on a date with you!” She laughed and began to clap at you.

You quickly stopped her. “Can we stop talking about my love life in front of all the patients, please?” You asked, gesturing to the open room doors.

She sighed and waved you off. “Most are intubated or probably want to hear something other than a depressing diagnosis.” She insisted; making you sigh.

“Fine, it was a date, he may have also stayed the weekend at my place..” You smirked shyly. 

A bunch of squeals and gasps came from the ICU workers. “Are you dating?” One of the respiratory nurses asked, grinning widely. You sighed and tilted your head to think. “Umm– I’m not too sure, he hasn’t officially said..” Your words made everyone stop and stare at you.

“And he stayed over?” The night doctor asked once more, making you nod.

Quickly the excitement disbursed. “I knew he was a player..” One of them sighed, shaking their head.

“What do you mean?” you asked, watching as the ICU workers began to pick off some post it notes off the fridge, groaning at each one.

“Do I have to tell her?” The nurse sighed, earning a nod from the others. She sighed and walked over to you and rubbed your arm as she sat you down.

“There’s rumors of dr. robby dating dr. Collins and for a while the rumor was dead but… lately all the other departments have been talking about them,” She sighed, your stomach tightened before releasing. 

“Apparently, one of the girls in CT saw them snuggled up together just this past weekend at the park by that one deli shop..” She finished, watching for your reaction.

The park…the park he had suggested for you, Lacey and him go for your picnic, the park where he kissed you at–.

You sighed and shook your head. 

“Their exes so what, maybe he needs closure..” You tried to excuse, your stomach began to sink as you thought about it some more. “I need to go get some fresh air..” You quickly got up from your chair and exited the ICU.

As you passed through the pitt, you were stopped by Langdon and McKay who both smiled widely at you. “Wanna place a bet?” Langdon asked, making you look at him confused.

“What kind?” You sighed, looking around for robby, but failed.

“Rumor has it, Robby's got a girlfriend, and I'd place a bet quickly if I were you..” Langdon smiled, you froze and shook your head. “No thanks, left my wallet upstairs anyways.., hey where’s robby?” You asked, turning to mckay who shrugged and glanced around the ED.

“No ones seen him since he got in.” Dana replied, sighing as she placed her hands on her hips.

You nodded and excused yourself to go to the ambulance bay, as you stepped outside by the bush you sighed and closed your eyes.

As the feeling of bile rising slowly washed away laughter caught your attention.

Opening your eyes you froze as you saw robby with Collins by her car; both laughing together. The bile quickly rose up as you saw the look of love in robby’s eyes.

Finally leaning over, preparing as the bile rose to your throat. Looking up for a final time to see robby rubbing over Collins stomach before cupping her face with a longing look.

The EMTs nearby jumped into action as you vomited into the bush. 

One held your hair back. “Are you alright?” She asked, you nodded and took a shakily breath before wiping your mouth. “Peachy..” You sighed, watching robby and collins off in their own world.

You stood up before walking back into the ED, rushing to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully being a single stall, you locked the door and bent over the sink.

Once again you had been taken as a fool; thinking a man would love you with no bad intention; was him being sweet to lacey just to get you to sleep with him faster.

Sighing, you glanced in the bathroom’s mirror and fixed the stray hairs as tears began to form. Silently crying as you perfected yourself.

Rolling back your shoulders you sighed and wiped away the tears. You stared at yourself before walking back out. As you exited the bathroom, Langdon laughed and shook you by your shoulders. “I won the bet, I knew him and Collins were together again!” He laughed.

You looked over to where the group of ED workers all cheered for the pair.

Among the workers, robby found your eyes, watching as they went from lovingly to sharp. He went to excuse himself but you had been faster as you slipped to the staff elevators with a blank expression.

 - - - - - - - -

The ICU had noticed the subtle shift of your personality; it was only seen on your worst days.

Everyone had quietly spoken about it. You had been snippy with any ED call, denying any bed space and allowing any OR patients the bed first. 

While on a cafeteria run, you walked through the ED, ignoring the gaze stuck on your back.

As you passed a curtained room, someone calling your name made you stop. You turned and opened the curtain and begged for your day to be over or to keel over and be bedridden.

“Nick..” You sighed, fixing the end of your jacket, feeling insecure around him; Nick the man your whole family hated, the man your heart still had affection for, Lacey's father.

He sighed at the sight of you.

“You still look pretty as always.” he smiled, admiring as you looked around the room. “What are you here for?” You asked, avoiding his gaze.

“Got trampled by some folks during a fire drill.” He explained, smirking at you. “Are you my doctor?” He smiled charmingly at you.

As you opened your mouth to speak the curtain was pulled back to show robby, collins and santos.

You saw robby and shut your mouth before turning to nick. “I got bumped upstairs, better patients and doctors.” You told him, using santos as a shield from robby walking closer to you. 

“These will be your doctors, dr. Collins, dr. santos and…dr. robinavitch.” You motioned to the three, seeing robby’s hurt expression from the corner of your eye.

“You still have my number right, let me see you and lovebug this weekend?” He asked, you turned and noticed robby’s furrowed brows at the patient.

“My apartment’s still the same.” You told Nick before walking to the elevators, leaving Robby to brew in his anger.

next pt!!

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ER x The Pitt crossover: a few months after opening and running the Carter Center, John Carter feels like he has lost all the purpose in life, goes in full born out, leaves the clinic in the hands of trusted fellow doctors and disappears. He sends letters to Benton, Corday, Lewis and Weaver telling them he is sorry, that he will be fine and not to look for him: he needs to be alone.

He changes his name and becomes Micheal Robinavitch, his beloved grandma's father, and ends up in Pittsburgh, where Adamson is the only one knowing about his past.

For fifteen years, he manages to hide away, but his demons never abandon him. But it's too late now, or so he thinks: how could he try and reach out to his old friends and mentors after ignoring and pushing them away them for so long? He can't, he repeats himself, suffering in silence. And the pain is even worse after Adamson's death, but he thinks he deserves, it's his penance for all the mistakes he made in the past.

Cue to an oncology ward in a different hospital, in a different state, where Doctor Rachel Greene, young but brilliant oncologist and researcher, is following sorrowfully from her laptop what's going on in Pittsburgh the day of the shooting. She sees the live broadcasting move on to the ambulance bay of the PMTC and scoffs because honestly don't they have any respect or consideration for the victims nor the doctors working?

Then, the camera pans for just a second onto a bearded and bloodied doctor and the mug falls from Rachel's hands, smashing onto the floor and she barely notices, because she knows that doctor. He is older, obviously, aged and clearly worn out, but she knows him!

With an eye on the live streaming and another set on the new tab she opens, she keeps watching whilst trying to find any information possible regarding the medical personnel of the Pitt. There is no John Carter anywhere, but she knows what she saw.

She sends Elizabeth the link of the streaming and the time stamp to go back to. Ten minutes later, her stepmom is already calling her "what in the bloody hell?!"

And with that, Liz is off: she puts into motion her vast Web of contacts, gathers information, connects the dots and in the end she gets a plausible identity: Michael Robinavitch, same age and graduated in Chicago in the same year as Carter.

She seats on this information for a few days, trying to figure out what to do. Should she try and reach out? But she wasn't even the closest to Carter, Mark was, so why would he want to talk to her after all that time?

In the end, she calls Peter. If there's someone that will know what to do regarding John Carter or that deserves to know they have found him, that is Peter Benton.

Peter is shocked and he too doesn't know what to do with this. Because, if Carter or Robinavitch, or whatever he is nowadays, had wanted to reach out, he could have done it easily: Peter is still at Northwestern, his picture in on the faculty website. Hell, he hasn't even changed his phone number! So if he had never done it, perhaps Carter really doesn't want to talk to him.

But then he watches the video again and again. Carter looks rough, tired in a way that cannot be only due to the shooting. And he went through a mass casualty of that kind too, which would take a tool on anyone, let alone someone already so drained.

And listen, he might be a grown ass adult and doctor, but that guy there is still Peter's exhausting and frustrating med student. That pain in the ass that was following him around like an overexcited puppy. That competent colleague he handled many cases with. That grinning psychopath that took his appendix out. That broken and traumatised young doctor who burst into tears in his arms before he let him accompany to rehab.

He has to check on him.

Peter gets on the first available flight to Pittsburgh.

[glamorous-egoist]

Episode 13 under the cut…

I surprisingly laughed quite a bit but it was mainly due to Whitaker, because sweetie what are you doing? An IO into the poor clown? Poor guy, but every one gets an IO 😊. My boy please. The tembleque comment? Good to know he likes coconut! Honestly he’s doing his best. I also like that he’s been asking patients if they saw the shooter.

Speaking of doing their best Mel, she’s really pushing through despite being so overstimulated and being pulled in so many directions. Her trying to help the catatonic patient as well, like it’s really bothering her, because she clearly gets it. I hope she has a moment later to collect herself.

Santos pulling that insane save… while again the risky moves piss me off, I’m glad it paid off and she got a win from Abbott. Makes me wonder if Abbott comes back if they can pair them, she and him fit together in terms of mentor and mentee as he’s kind like her it seems. She’s really remained cool as a cucumber and it’s impressive as she’s heading into hour 12 of the shift. I still don’t love her character, but again credit where credit is due.

Rounding out Team Mel, Samira with the save on the hippie. The absolute shocked faces on the interns as she drilled into the guy’s temple, I did laugh, but what a cool move. Also she’s just great checking on people, trying to help, I want more of her story next season.

Abbott, oh my god Abbott and his magical bag of Inspector Gadget devices, this guy has everything and honestly I love it. The crike with the kit? That was great, and then followed by “we don’t have the budget” it really do be like that sometimes. Again I would love him and Santos together as mentor and mentee I think she could benefit from someone like that.

Saved the best for last Robby and the Pedes room crash out which is now filled not only with Robby’s ghosts but the literal ghosts of every one who keeps dying in there. Jesus Christ someone save Robby, because that man is on a way trip to hell today. Again this my favorite Noah Wyle, absolutely losing it as the ER is crashing down around him, this man is amazing and I would like to get him an Emmy and a Golden Globe and whatever else he earned it.

But Christ do I love the old man crying… anyway today is probably the worst day of Robby’s life not only is his balancing his grief from Adamson this man has had FOUR people die on him, Langdon and the drugs, Collins and her admission about the abortion, thinking Jake died to Jake with the gut punch, to trying to be supportive, Dana get socked in the face and of course David… like it’s 7pm this man has had 12 hours of absolute torture, I’m amazed it took this long for the crash out and through it all he has tried his damn best, god my poor tortured old man.

Some honorable mentions:

David isn’t the shooter it seems? So that begs the question whodunit? I have no clue, but I kind of like that it wasn’t David.

Also WHERE IS MYRNA?

Langdon is being shut out, Jesus man stop staring at Robby he’s too busy battling every demon in hell, you’re not getting a word in.

Dana is tired, please let her go home, please let my girl rest.

McKay just said fuck it and drilled the ankle monitor, honestly girl I don’t blame you because what the fuck. Also her poor kid, just a mess all around, hope the grandparents arrive soon.

Dr. Javadi is obnoxious, just what the hell was that comment? Yes go back to the OR shoo shoo. Victoria is fine, I like Victoria her mom? Not so much.

See you next week then?

[scotianostra]

The leading surgeon and amateur photographer Thomas Keith was born on May 27th 1827 at St Cyrus Aberdeenshire.

The 7th son of a minister, one of the 450 that formed the Free Church during the disruption, his father rook an interest in early photography, which he passed on to his son.

Thomas was educate at Aberdeen Grammar School, The Royal High School Edinburgh and Marischal College Collage Aberdeen, where he graduated MA in 1848 he went on to complete his medical training in Edinburgh, graduating as a doctor and going on to be an assistant to the more famous James Young Simpson, before becoming a top surgeon in his own right.

Specialising of ovariotomy, (ovarian cystectomy) his published results were amongst the best in the world, Keith saved the lives of a higher proportion of his female patients than any of his contemporaries, wielding his surgeon’s knife with such speed and precision that, simply, fewer of them went into shock.

Keith teamed up with his friend John Forbes White, probably in the summer of 1853, to take waxed-paper views, which they entered into that year’s exhibition of the Aberdeen Mechanics’ Institution. The only other time Keith participated in a major public exhibition was at the 1859 meeting of the British Association for the Advancement of Science, held in his native Aberdeen.

During this time Keith mastered the waxed-paper negative like no one else, producing views of architecture in Scotland and urban studies of Edinburgh that had no equal, then or since. Light itself was his most formidable tool, and in 1856 he confessed to Photographic Notes: “I never expose my paper, unless the light is first-rate. This I have made a rule, and nothing ever induces me to deviate from it.” Keith was elected to the council of the Photographic Society of Scotland in 1856 and 1858, but was rarely able to attend meetings, for the demands of his medical practice crowded out his beloved hobby of photography.

At the time of his death in 1895, the Scotsman described Keith as “decidedly picturesque” in personal appearance, adding, “no one could see him without recognising that he was in the presence of a man of unique power.” For Alvin Langdon Coburn, writing in the Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine in 1915, Keith’s “Old Edinburgh” series stood out “as his most remarkable achievement with the camera,” and he included fifteen of Keith’s photographs in a pivotal exhibition at the Albright Art Gallery in Buffalo that year.

At a time when Scotland had some of the best photographers in the world in Adamson, Hill and the Anna Family, as well as Alexander Gardner plying his trade in the states, with his famous pictures of the Lincoln, and the civil war, Keith seems to often be overlooked, this is largely due to him giving his hobby up around 1856.

Pics are Keith, and a very early photo of hitehorse Close in Cangate, Edinburgh.

[dirtfacedgospel]

INTRODUCING :   BOONE ADAMSON.

cw: murder, death, general horror themes

jensen ackles fc in the year of our lord 2024 i'm just as shocked as you.

monster hunter

pinterest. spotify playlist tba.

lives life as a nomad, hiking up and down the appalachian trail from georgia to maine protecting hikers from the things that go bump in the night, veering off to chase monsters and search for missing people in the mountains. technically has a cabin in west virginia but only ends up staying there if he's grievously injured or passing by a couple times a year. sort of a half urban legend on the trail in his own right

primary prey is a cursed species he calls 'lookalikes'. they are shape changing, voice mimicking, humanoid monsters (full post on them to come). has occasional run ins with other cryptids and monsters.

extremely superstitious for obvious reasons.

has a black brindle mountain cur dog named ruger. ruger is exceptionally well trained. he's been taught to alert in the presence of and track down lookalikes. due to lookalikes' mimicry, ruger mainly takes commands via hand signs and a vibrating collar.

born in small town west virginia to a coal miner and pharmacist. middle child of three, one older sister, kim, one twin brother, corey, about half an hour younger than himself.

boone was working for the forest service when corey was killed by a lookalike. boone himself was nearly charged with his murder before various factors like his brother's body disappearing, dna evidence coming back corrupted, and some interference by the forest service resulted in everything getting swept under the rug, while boone threw himself to the forest to hunt down the thing that had killed his brother and taken his form. as a result, has not seen his mother, sister, or sister's children in years.

not as broke as he could be, but definitely lives like it. collects reward money for finding missing persons and bodies sometimes, but he rarely has access to those funds and instead hunts and forages for most of his food and occasionally barters with hikers on the trail, only dipping into his reserves when his equipment needs replacing or ruger needs medical care. also technically still works for the forest service but i'm not sure even he knows he has a check going back home to his sister and nephew every month.

primary weapon is an axe (lookalikes have to be beheaded and burned) but also carries at minimum two guns and a several knives just in case. never without a way to start a fire.

[amalthea9]

Admiral Pellew holds an inquiry against HMS Dandy Captain William Bush.

Pellew: There are rumors circulating that Captain Bush is having an affair with Captain Adamson-Styles' Steward and husband, Sean Styles.

Captain Hannah: Oh! That's not a rumor, Admiral! That's true!

Pellew: *looks at Hannah in shock* WHAT?!

Captain Hannah: *smiles* oh yes Sir! *chuckles*

Pellew: *extremely perplexes* and you do not object to it, Madam Captain?!

Captain Hannah: *stifles more laughing* of course not, Sir! I encourage it!

Pellew: *falls back into his chair with an exasperated huff. He pinches the bridge if his nose* I should act more surprised but I'm not.

(We've got a few days left for Pride and I thought I'd share a funny bit from my Monday call with @professorlehnsherr-almashy 🤣🤣🤣)

[jimthalman-blog]

MoviVue specialty horror streaming presents the digitally remastered "Impulse" one of the most shocking and demented thrillers of the 1970s. William Shatner stars as Matt Stone, a deranged gigolo who preys on rich women, unable to control his murderous psychosexual urges. This film was banned in the US for decades and now comes to your screen. Directed by legendary exploitation filmmaker William Grefé (THE DEATH CURSE OF TARTU), and co-starring Jenifer Bishop (Al Adamson's THE FEMALE BUNCH).

[calliopesink]

Uniqueness Of Own

In today’s generation, Artificial Intelligence (AI) and plagiarism in photography are very common because we are now in the era of technology. AI can be used in different ways, like harming other people. Popularity can be a reason why people do or use these things.

Negative effects of AI use

An example of AI usage is creating libelous or scandalous contents, especially in a sexual manner. These are one of the most common uses of AI in today’s generation.

AI can affect individuals by causing job displacements, like what happened in GMA. GMA announced that they will be having two AI sports reporters in the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA).

It can be a cause of comparison between people and artificial intelligence in terms of creativity, how they will react or the knowledge that they have are not equal because AI has the data existent in its archives, while humans have to think before doing something in order to provide quality content. While AI has databases that respond to prompts given to it, AI can have biases that its creators set up, which most likely has insufficient data provided into it.

What AI cannot do in photography and media?

As a photographer, AI cannot do what we do, such as capturing the emotions of people that gives us a story behind the photo. I believe that AI cannot be created without the existing works of photographers. So in a sense, I think AI or its creators have plagiarized in order to create these algorithms

AI cannot produce a special, unique photo like a photographer can, not even create a meaningful photo.

Photography Theft

Plagiarism is punishable by law, and there are plenty of reasons why individuals shouldn’t take original photos of other people. Under the Philippine Law, plagiarism and copyright is not a crime but is punishable under the Cybercrime Prevention Act in Section 217 of Republic Act No. 8293.

To give an example of plagiarism in the field of photography, I asked some of my co-photographers who experienced getting their work stolen.

Jury Leynes, a student photojournalist from one of Adamson University’s news publications, The Adamson Chronicle (TAC) had their work stolen by an individual from De La Salle - Dasmariñas. The photos were published in an art exhibition under a new name and title, but the exhibit was already done before Jury saw it in a Facebook post of an organization in DLSU-D.

“For me, do better, kasi hindi yun tunay na ugali ng mga tunay na artist. I support every artist naman pero to the point na nanakawan ka, hindi yun normal (I support every artist, but not to the extent of being stolen from). Wag din siguro nila gawin yun kasi napaka unfair yun sa mga taong nag papakahirap para makuhanan ang isang photo”, said Jury Leynes.

He also said that after the incident, he felt hurt. “Masakit at nakakagalit, kasi every photo naman may sariling kwento, at pinaghihirapan ko ‘yun lahat.” Jury has experienced the incident twice, and states that he will not stop calling out those that plagiarize his work.

Tracy Veran, a senior high school student from Kawit said “In my own experience po, I was shocked because I know what my photo looks like, they still insist to steal (on stealing) it without my permission. They also claim it as their own photo po, to be honest it was really unfair and somehow disrespectful to the photographer who took the picture.” she said.

The media head of the Silip@Lente Adamson University Jerril Bolante, ‘I hope that they wouldn’t do it again next time and try to ask permission first before using someone else’s property. I felt mad because my work is posted (was posted) without any credits or permission from me,’ he said.

I believe that there should be laws that will strictly mandate the ability of people to steal photos. Photographers like me and the people I interviewed spent time on skills and equipment to capture images that tell a story beyond words. People shouldn’t steal media, regardless if it’s a photo or other kinds of media, as these are intellectual properties.

Written by: Gayle Estrada

Pubmat by: Jackielou Almajose

[fdspodcast]

🎙 S1E2 - Aurélie Zajakala, styliste 🎙

Dans ce deuxième épisode, je reçois Aurélie Zajakala, une styliste évoluant dans le monde de la fiction et de la publicité, tant sur papier qu'en vidéo. Aurélie nous livre dans cet épisode les secrets de son parcours et de son métier aux multiples facettes, qui requiert créativité, organisation et rigueur. Nous abordons également le sujet de l'accessibilité des métiers du cinéma et de l'audiovisuel pour la nouvelle génération, et on dérive trèèèès légèrement sur Neymar 🙃.

Évidemment on termine l’épisode avec le fameux portrait filmois; où Aurélie nous parle de ses goûts (et dégoûts) cinématographiques. 

Si les univers de la mode et de la production audiovisuelle te parlent, (ou même les deux en même temps, comme pour Aurélie par exemple héhé) cet épisode est fait pour toi !

🎬 ŒUVRES CITÉES 

Loup y es-tu ? de Julie Rohart (2020) 

« Peuvent Pas » de Oxmo Puccino, réalisé par Original Kids (2019)

L’Étrange Noël de monsieur Jack de Henry Selick (1993)

Ed Wood de Tim Burton (1994)

The Pillow Book de Peter Greenway (1996) 

Zoo de Peter Greenway (1985)

Vanilla Sky de Cameron Crowe (2001)

Bienvenue à Gattaca de Andrew Niccol (1997)

Moulin Rouge de Baz Luhrmann (2001)

Shrek de Andrew Adamson et Vicky Jenson (2001)

Never Let Me Go (Auprès de moi toujours) de Mark Romanek (2010)

Requiem for a Dream de Darren Aronofsky (2000)

Big Fish de Tim Burton (2003)

les films Marvel 

Bones and All de Luca Guadagnino (2022)

Le Cinquième Élément de Luc Besson (1997) 

🧡 LES RECOS 

Le Musée des Arts Décoratifs et l’exposition « Shocking ! Les mondes surréalistes d’Elsa Schiaparelli » (terminée depuis, désolée 🫠)

Daisy Jones & The Six, Amazon Prime Video (2023) 

📝 TRANSCRIPTION

[youblogzz]

Jerry Yee released by Adamson after PVL coaching appointment

FILE – Coach Jerry Yee. MARLO CUETO/INQUIRER.net MANILA, Philippines — Adamson University has let go of Jerry Yee as its women’s volleyball team coach due to his upcoming return to the Premier Volleyball League. In a shocking development, the school announced on Wednesday that it is releasing Yee after handling the Lady Falcons for one season a day after it was announced that he is handling the…

[swynlake-spill]

MEME SPILL: 2020 Election Edition!

The following your official recap of the Swynlake Debate and corresponding Twitter Livetweet over the weekend. Everything contained here is 100% accurate and definitely fact-checked.

[bdrpscrapbook]

Don’t fuck with the Adamsons. {Taken by Scrapbook Fairy, 2017}

@b0nehead & @in-for-a-shock & @limitlesslock

[swynlake-spill]

swynlake_spill: the greatest SHOCK of this debate so far is that only mcwiggin is wearing colours et tu shock adamson??? 

swynlake_spill: ok but I don’t actually hate this-- tbh Shock is playing smart by dressing up without losing her off-the-cuff approach. Love that she traded in a blazer for a turtleneck, totally hit the perfect middle ground. Could have used more accessories though. 8/10 

♥ 231 likes

xshocker: let's get ready to rumble #shockthesystem #swynlake #swynlakeelections2020 #swynlakeboard

[madebycoffee]

Dangerously Dancing. (7/7)

Narrator: Oh dear.

@simsexpo

[bdrpmemes]

@alittleshocking